#xdh angst

[slytherinshua]

STEP ONE: MAKE OUT

genre. fluff. small misunderstanding so ig a tiny bit of angst? warnings. making out (first time i've ever written it properly so i hope it's okay) but not rly suggestive. misunderstanding bcuz junhan is introverted to the extreme. fairly new relationship. pairing. junhan x fem!reader. wc. 1.6k. request. requested by anon: can i req a junhan angst/fluff where the reader feels upset bc junhan doesn't show much affection so he makes up for it to her? a/n. wrote all of this in the car and half of it was while i was literally falling asleep BUT NONETHELESS I THINK IT SLAYED AT LEAST I HOPE IT DID AND SOSOSOOOO EXCITED TO BE WRITING MORE FOR XDH HEHE <3

No one had prepared you for this. Not Gunil, not Jooyeon, not even Hyungjun’s own mom. You had thought you knew Hyungjun pretty well, though you were still fairly early in the relationship. You were familiar with all of his habits and behaviours; the way he liked his coffee, what time he woke up and went to sleep, his night time routine and the sort. You were just getting to the point where you were staying over at the dorms a bit more regularly, enough to call it your second home by now. You enjoyed hanging out with the members and took pride in the fact that Hyungjun would always pick you in a room full of his best friends. 

But in all your time, you had never seen Hyungjun completely shut himself in his room all day. You saw him briefly in the kitchen at breakfast, but only when he was on his way to take his food back to his room. He ate alone for all 3 meals yesterday, and this morning seemed to be following the same trend. You were shocked, and even starting to wonder if you had done something. What had him needing to spend so much time in his room? Did he not want to hang out with you? 

Hyungjun had always been extremely introverted; you knew that. It was one of the things you liked about him, enjoying his patience and calmness compared to past horrific dating experiences. You felt that when you two were together, you didn’t have to worry too much about the future, but just stay in the moment together. He helped get your mind off of things.

But the space and silence that you usually enjoyed was starting to make you overthink. It was too much space and too much silence, and you were almost certain that if you went another day without seeing, talking to, hugging, and kissing your boyfriend you would go insane. Unlike yesterday when you hadn’t tried to get his attention, you had been trying to get his attention to make plans for the weekend all day. Given how all of your efforts had been unsuccessful so far, you were starting to think that he just didn’t want to talk to you at all for some reason. 

Every time you tried to strike a conversation with him, it would end as fast as it started. That was if you could even find Hyungjun in the first place. Once he disappeared from your sight, you had no idea where he went. He left the dorms several times without telling you, and you had gotten disappointed every time you thought he would be in his room, only to find it utterly empty. 

Whatever was on his mind, he seemed extremely busy with avoiding your very existence, and to be honest, it hurt. 

You decided that you had finally had enough. You were going to get his attention no matter what, even if you had to drag him away from a task. And weekend plans aside, you just frankly missed Hyungjun at this point. After dinner, you followed him on his way back to his room. As he flopped on his bed, you stood in the doorway, a small frown etched on your face. You weren’t even sure how to bring it up. You had never really had to talk about anything like this with Hyungjun before. What if it really was something you did? 

You knew how your exes would react; probably by calling you entitled and needy, or that you were making it all up entirely. But Hyungjun wasn’t like your exes— he was better than all of them combined, and was far more considerate than they could ever dream to be. You had no reason to be scared— as long as you hadn’t done something you weren’t aware of, Hyungjun wouldn’t make up excuses to ignore you. He would always tell you the truth, right?

“Did I do something?” You asked quietly. You didn’t sound mad at all, just confused, hoping that Hyungjun would catch onto what you were talking about in case you really did do something.

He looked up at you, blinking those curious eyes a few times before his eyebrows furrowed, “Did you?” You couldn’t see his facial expression too well thanks to his long bangs concealing most of his face. You sucked in a breath at the non-answer and hoped that he wasn’t glaring at you.

“I’m just confused because you’ve seemed kind of… distant lately. Today and yesterday too…” You trailed off, walking a bit further into the room to try to see his reaction better, hoping you’d be able to gauge whether this topic was worth pursuing further or if it would just end with both of you upset at each other.

“Oh… Did I?”

You nodded, “I know we aren’t the most affectionate couple, but… you haven’t hugged or kissed me for days... And every time I tried to get your attention today, you kept switching the subject. I barely saw you after this morning because you shut yourself in your room or were mysteriously out of the house. Is- Is everything okay?” You asked carefully, trying your best to not make it come off as if you were blaming him. 

“Did I really do… all that?” He sounded genuinely shocked, “Shit I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t even think about how much I’d talked to you today or yesterday, my brain was so overloaded...” You felt a weight lift off your shoulders at his response. So it wasn’t either of your fault.

“Jun!” You scolded and smacked his arm lightly, “You really got me overthinking everything I did today. I thought I upset you somehow— you’ve never ignored me that much in a day.” You confessed, a lot more at ease now that he had cleared your worries.

“I’m sorry! I think I was just preoccupied with comeback preparations… The new songs are fun, but also hard. I keep thinking about my riff and- I don’t know, I just want the performance to be perfect, you know? But… Can I make it up to you?” He asked sweetly and you raised an eyebrow, wondering what he had in mind. 

When he reached over to tug you down onto the bed, you gasped. Hyungjun was rarely bold with physical affection. Most of his hugs and kisses were delivered at predictable times, and only lasted for a few seconds due to his own shy demeanour. You adored how flustered he got around you— found it adorable— but this Hyungjun was completely different; one you had never seen before. Not only had he pulled you onto his lap, but his lips were on your neck before you even had time to say anything.

You had only made out with him once since you had started dating, and neck kisses were far bolder of a move than you expected from him. They were sweet pecks placed to whatever skin he could reach, and once he had you situated so that you were facing him, he dove in to taste your lips as well. You closed your eyes and eagerly kissed him back. If this was the Hyungjun that you got from expressing your disappointment that he had been ignoring you, you would gladly take it every day.

He held your waist, one hand squeezing your hip as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue tentatively past your lips. Though the action was bold, you could tell how nervous he was trying something new like that. It felt good, though. Really good. Your tongues intertwined softly, and you could taste all of Hyungjun. You had always been addicted to the taste of his lips since you shared your first kiss, but this was completely different, and one hundred times more addicting. 

You were breathless by the time you pulled away, unsure of how long you had been kissing him, but absolutely certain that you wanted more. Your boyfriend seemed to share the same sentiment, as his lips lingered on the side of your lips, pressing gentle kisses there while he caught his breath as well.

“I didn’t know you had that in you…” You commented, still breathing a bit heavier. As soon as your boyfriend heard your words, he buried his head in your neck and you giggled. There was your shy Hyungjun back.

“I didn’t either… Just felt so bad… Didn’t want you to think I was ignoring you…” He mumbled cutely, and you cooed. Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, but you let one drop from his locks and pushed his chin up so he was looking at you.

“Did I ever tell you… that you’re a really good kisser?” You whispered with a giggle. Hyungjun grinned, though his cheeks were bright red; whether from your compliment or leftover from the heated kiss— you weren’t sure.

“You too.” He said back, leaning forward to taste your lips again. You could tell there was barely any nervousness this time, as he didn’t waste time in pulling you closer to him and pouring all his passion into the kiss. 

You had yet to say those 3 precious words to him, but you were absolutely positive that after tonight there were no other words to encapsulate your feelings towards Hyungjun. You were in love with him, and your heart was practically shouting that he was the only one for you… for the rest of your life.

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[gyummigon]

☆ dear moon | o.de [oh seungmin]

o.de x fem!reader

୨୧ word count: 1.8k ୨୧ genre: fluff, friends to lovers ୨୧ summary: your relationship with seungmin has progressed beyond friendship, and after a while you finally find yourselves in a situation where you have to make a decision: do you want to remain friends or become a couple?

You glanced sideways to your left as you felt the touch of Seungmin's hand in yours, it was a subtle and careful touch, his fingers playing absentmindedly with yours for a few seconds, gradually getting tangled between the skin of your hands. You found it amusing the way he tried to disguise his intentions, but you were quietly grateful that his sweet act made this evening walk something more intimate and affectionate.

It had been weeks since you and Seungmin had started behaving in a way that began to blur the lines of your friendship. It started with constant long talks where you could never get enough of each other, then a little more physical contact than usual, acts of service, subtle flirting, and finally interactions where the attraction and tension was more than obvious. But even though you found yourself thinking and feeling differently about him as your relationship progressed, and even though you were both aware that more than one of your actions was not the way friends should treat each other, you had not talked about it and brought it to a point where it had become natural for both of you.

Your feet and Seungmin's slid slowly across the street. Now with your hands intertwined and your bodies closer together, you looked up at the night sky and searched the stars for the moon. You found it peeking out from behind the clouds, a little smaller than the last time you saw it. You let out a sigh and realized how good it was to be there, with him.

"I don't want to go home," you admitted, looking at him with a small smile.

Seungmin tilted his head to look at you more closely, his cheeks and nose were a little flushed from the cold and the pale moonlight reflected off the glass of his glasses. These details made him look more beautiful, even if the tiredness showed on his skin and in his eyes.

"But I had to beg you to get out of bed," he laughed, squeezing your hand. "How are those cramps of yours?"

You looked away in embarrassment and shrugged your shoulders. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered how Seungmin had found you in your room an hour ago, writhing on the bed in agony from the symptoms of your period. He was very alarmed to see you, but after understanding the situation, he suggested that you go for a walk and clear your head.

"I feel better now," you said quietly. Somehow the abdominal tension had eased from the walk, and Seungmin was more than enough to distract you from paying attention to the rest of the pain.

"So... What are we going to do?" said Seungmin. His eyes glowed a little brighter as he turned to look at you, and seeing that the moonlight was illuminating your entire face, he could see the moles on your forehead.

"I don't know..."

As they walked on, he nodded silently and said nothing for quite a while. It was a cold and dark night, the street barely lit by the headlights of the street lamps that seemed to flicker in the midnight sky. The area was deserted and the air was very peaceful, with only a light wind blowing between the two of them.

It was just you and Seungmin in the heart of the silent city, with the lights of the buildings around you reflecting the clarity of the moon on your bodies.

When you looked at him again, you saw that he was smiling. His features looked thinner and softer at the same time, the gentleness of his smile was on his lips, on his mouth, on his face; he seemed to have been taken out of your dreams.

"I want to kiss you."

You stopped dead in your tracks. Your heart was beating so hard your chest was shaking as your breath froze in the cold night air. The two of you stared into each other's eyes, waiting...waiting for a move, a word, an affirmation of what you were feeling. Everything was frozen for what seemed like an eternity. As you watched him pull you closer and lean against you, you felt a sudden fear. The words he had just said formed on your lips, but before you could say them, you let your nerves take over.

"How about a hot drink?" you asked in a low whisper, looking around to avoid his face.

Seungmin laughed, let go of your hand and slipped his arm over your shoulders to pull you closer to him. On this winter night, where the softness of your clothes was not enough to protect you from the cold, the warmth of his body made you feel as if you were immersed in a tub of hot water. You felt the warmth of his skin transfer to yours, and the icy wind that whipped through the street no longer bothered you.

Noticing his silence, you immediately added, "Or... maybe we'd better go home. The night is getting colder, I don't think it's a good idea to stay out here much longer."

"But you said you didn't want to go home," Seungmin said with his head tilted to the side.

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know what... I don't understand... Why are we doing this?"

Seungmin stared at you, the blink of his eyes reflecting the light from the nearest streetlamp. "I know what I'm doing," he said, "but you still don't seem to realize it, do you?"

You looked away even more, confused by everything that was going on and not knowing what to say, but before you could, it was Seungmin who spoke again. "This is... this is beyond any friendship I've ever had in my life. Is this something we want to admit once and for all, or should we just leave it at that and not talk about it anymore?"

I'd like to kiss you too, you thought. You looked around for a moment until your eyes landed on his body, just inches away from you. He was so close that you could smell his skin, his scent permeating the air and spreading everywhere. You could see the shine on his lips. You could hear his breathing. You could touch him with your fingers. You could kiss him with your lips.

It was so simple. It was just one decision, one move, one second of daring.

"Yeah, I think... yeah. I'm not sure if we should continue like this or..." You blushed an unusual amount and although you tried to hide your nervousness, it was quite obvious that you were affected by everything that was going on. Seungmin was obviously in the same boat as you, hoping that the other person would be brave enough to say or do something.

"It is not about ruining or changing what we already have. It's about making it better, getting to the next level in our relationship, taking what we already do and making it better. I wonder, why don't we try naming it and see what happens?" he said with a slight smile on his lips. His voice was soft and calm, even though his heart seemed to be beating just as hard as yours. "But if you're not sure, we can always stop. We don't have to agree now, you know?"

You nodded, a little dizzy and confused by the situation. He seemed to understand your lack of words and just smiled tenderly at you before taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours once more.

"I can't hide it anymore," he confessed, and he didn't have to tell you what he was trying to hide, because you felt it too. "You know, don't you?"

"I'm sorry," you said after a few seconds of silence. "I want to be honest with you...but I don't know how to approach what I'm feeling."

Seungmin nodded and looked at you with the kindest expression possible. He seemed to understand you, and there was no hint of impatience or pressure in his tone. "That's fine," he said. "But how about I give you a kiss and then maybe we'll clear your head?" he asked, avoiding your face and looking around with great interest.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him, unable to suppress a chuckle. "Hey, you better admit that you're doing this because kissing is the only thing that's off-limits to us."

Seungmin reddened more and more as he laughed, and finally he turned to you. "I'm not going to admit anything," he said smiling and leaned in closer. "But if you want to try a kiss... I won't stop you."

"So, are you ready?"

Seungmin's mind started to overheat. He had never been so close to you before. Your body felt so hot and soft that he felt his own body burning with an inner fire. It was an absorbing sensation, so he moved slowly towards you, carefully, squeezing your hand and whispering:

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Your lips parted slightly. You couldn't help but sigh at the embarrassing situation. "Yes."

Seungmin waited a moment longer, giving you some time to process what was going on. Then he leaned a little closer to you, gently, until his lips brushed against yours. At first it was hard to be sure if he was kissing you, but then you felt a longer, softer contact against your mouth.

"Oh, you feel that?" he said with a slight smile.

"Oh yes, we seem to have crossed the line." You whispered before returning to his lips.

The kiss was different this time, wetter and less light. Seungmin stiffened in the middle of the kiss, his body tensing as he felt your hands, which now roamed over his shoulders and moved to his neck and collarbones, delicately caressing his skin. It was a captivating and provocative sensation, as if you were a butterfly caressing the softest flower.

"Oh, my God," he whispered when you pulled away slightly and rested your forehead on his.

"Now I really want to go home."

Seungmin laughed and nodded. "Let's go before someone sees us and charges us for the romantic scene."

The two laughed as they walked through the now deserted streets, illuminated by the street lamps and windows of the houses around them. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind made them stop and adjust their coats. Seungmin hugged you, and the closeness of his body made you feel even warmer than before.

"What now?"

"Exactly, what now?" you repeated with a smile.

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[gingerjunhan]

Hello!! It's 🌺 timeeee! How is my favorite writer? I was going to sleep again hehe when these idea popped up into my head

How will be if XH forgetting your 1 year anniversary together?

It can contain a little bit of angst and sadness 🤭

Ly 😚🫶🏻💕

☆彡 hi 🌺 anon!! I wanted to save this request specifically for today because… *drumroll* it’s the one year anniversary of my account!! Thank you all so much for the love over the past year! 🩷

word count: 2,382 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, slight angst, established relationship | cws: swearing, angst in some parts, eating, slight crack because some of these guys are cunning little shits, not proofread, lmk if I missed something!

goo gunil

The day had finally arrived- your one year anniversary with Gunil had finally come, and you were over the moon. You had woken Gunil up with kisses, sweet words, and one of his favorite breakfasts before he headed off to work. He seemed happy to receive the treatment, but deep down you couldn’t help but wonder if he wasn’t sure why he was getting it…

☆

“Gunil!” Jungsu called back to his drum kit. “Wake up! Are we restarting the song or not?”

Gunil blinked a few times, the feeling of a faint blush still lingering on his cheeks. “Y-Yeah, we’re gonna start again, sorry. I just… I’m a little lost in my thoughts.”

“What’s up?” Asks Seungmin, turning to Gunil while still keeping a firm hand on his keys. “You feeling okay?”

“Oh I feel great,” Gunil beamed. “(Y/N) woke up in a really good mood; bright smile, great breakfast… but I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason?”

“Maybe they’re just being nice!” Guesses Jiseok.

“Well, what’s the date?” Poses Jungsu. “Is it a birthday? Or an anniversary? Or-“

“Shit!” Gunil intervened quickly. He pulls out his phone, checking the date. “It’s our one year!”

“And you forgot?!” Jiseok joins with Gunil’s surprise, his jaw going slack.

“Guys, take five,” Gunil calls as he gets up from his drums and heads to the door. “I gotta go make a phone call!”

☆

You were just putting down your things from work, ready to relax after your workday. A jingle of keys caught your attention, and soon enough Gunil walked in the door with a small bouquet of flowers.

“Hi, sunshine,” I beamed, “Happy anniversary!”

You smiled wide, making your way to him and capturing him in a hug. “Happy anniversary!” You respond happily. Gunil’s arms wrapped around you in return as he planted a kiss on your cheek. “I thought you forgot,” I admit with a giggle.

Gunil let’s put a chuckle, one that you didn’t know had undertones of guilt. “I would never forget,” he says into your hair. He pulls back from you and gifts you your flowers. “We have to get ready,” he smiled. “We have reservations for tonight.”

kim jungsu

Jungsu knew that your anniversary was coming. Every day he would check his calendar and see the date slowly approaching, so when the day finally came, Jungsu wasn’t sure how to handle getting called into work before you woke up.

His day was packed full of recording, interviews, promotions- anything you could possibly think of to prepare for their upcoming showcases. With the business of his day, Jungsu didn’t even have time to text you. No, “good morning.” No sweet, “happy anniversary” message. Nothing. So when he finally got home from work, Jungsu wasn’t surprised to see you looking a little upset.

“Hi, baby…” Jungsu says softly as he approaches your spot on the couch, voice full of exhaustion. He slumps over to you, not even bothering to take off his shoes as he leaning over the back of the couch, capturing your shoulders in a tired embrace.

“Hi,” you say softly. “Happy anniversary.” You don’t even turn to look at him, causing him to frown.

“Happy anniversary,” he sighs, placing a kiss to your neck. “I’m sorry that our day went to waste.”

You shrug. “It’s fine,” you lie.

“No baby, it’s not fine,” Jungsu says as he finally rounds the side of the couch, sitting next to you, knee to knee and holding your hand. “I let work get in the way of our special day.”

“Jungsu, it’s fine-“

“(Y/N), it’s not fine,” he says softly, cutting you off. “I can tell that you’re upset, and I am too!”

“You can’t control your work schedule,” you say softly. As you look in Jungsu’s eyes, an idea crosses his mind.

“But you know what I can control?” He asks softly.

You sniffle up at him, “what?”

He places a small kiss on your forehead. “How you feel.” He pulls you up off the couch, squeezing your hand. “If there’s one thing I know cheers you up, it’s a sweet treat.” You can’t help but giggle at the way he’s picked up on your lingo. Your giggle makes his heart flutter. “There it is… there’s that smile. Now… I’m thinking… ice cream?”

You beam up at him, nodding excitedly.

“Perfect,” he smiles. “C’mon, let’s get going before they close.”

kwak jiseok

“Jiseok, you can’t be serious!” You scoff. He blinks at you, his expression blank. “Oh my god,” you say softly, shaking your head at him.

“Am I missing something?” He asks, genuine confusion lacing his tone. All he did was come home and see your outfit, complimenting you and asking what you were all dressed up for.

“Yes!” You shout. “Look at a calendar, dumbass!” Your eyes widen at your words, instantly leading to you slapping a hand over your mouth. Jiseok felt his heart sink a little bit at your tone.

“Okay, what the hell?” He asks, getting defensive as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. “If I look at the date and this is just some made up thing that you’re making a big deal out of, I’m gonna be pissed.” He glances down at his phone, seeing that this was, in fact, not something that we had made up in your head. “Shit.” He looked at you with a panicked, slightly sad expression. “(Y/N)…”

“It’s whatever,” you dismiss. “I’ll go change. We’re gonna be late to our reservation anyway.” Before he could protest, you disappeared to your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

Jiseok ran a hand through his hair, pissed at himself for being so forgetful and careless. You were clearly excited for today, and he couldn’t believe he forgot. He knew he had to make it up to you somehow, he just wasn’t sure what to do. He began pacing the floor, and his pacing naturally led him to the kitchen. He grabbed a snack, chewing thoughtfully, when an idea hit him.

☆

You came out of your room about half an hour later, makeup removed, and your nice outfit now swapped out for sweatpants and a t-shirt. The smell of one of your favorite dishes filled the air, leading you out to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Jiseok smiled softly, turning to you from the stovetop. Quiet music filled the kitchen, which also appeared to be freshly cleaned other than his cooking station.

“What are you doing?” You ask. Jiseok turned his attention towards you fully, disregarding your meal for the time being.

“Making it up to you,” he said softly. “I may be a dumbass,” he started, quoting your earlier words, “but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I ruined today.” He gave you a soft smile, holding his arms out to you, which was an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“I’m sorry for getting mad,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Don’t apologize,” he replied softly. “I deserved it. I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary.”

“It’s okay,” you smile softly. “We’ll have plenty more. You have time to make it up to me,” you giggle.

oh seungmin

Seungmin was normally pretty good with dates, so when your, “happy anniversary! 💜” text took him by surprise, he started sweating bullets.

good morning baby 💜 happy anniversary

He sees the dots indicating that you’re typing pop up immediately. Oh no.

what’s the plan for today?

Oh no. He’s gotta think of something. Fast.

you’ll find out ;)

Perfect. Now you have to wait for him to come up with something!

ooo a surprise?!

I’ll be there in 15 :)

Oh no.

Seungmin jumped out of bed, rushing to get ready while simultaneously trying to think of a plan for the day. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t great at multitasking.

Fifteen minutes go by, and right as Seungmin is pulling on his shoes, a knock is heard at his door. He swings it open to see your smiling face, and he can’t help but swoon a little bit. You exchange your hellos before you take Seungmin’s hand, leading him out the door.

“So where are we going first?” You ask with a smile.

“I want you to guess,” Seungmin says, trying to sound convincing. You tilt your head a bit as you think.

“Hmm… are we going out to breakfast?”

“Nope.”

“Are we going downtown to those little markets I like?”

“Nope.”

“Are we gonna take a walk through the park?”

“Nope.”

“You’re just going to say no to everything I say!” You laugh. Seungmin laughs too, because little did you know that you were actually planning the day. Seungmin walked you hand-in-hand to a nearby cafe that he knew you loved, taking a seat by the window.

You ordered coffees, ate sweet pastries, and reminisced on your year together. After breakfast, you made your way to the park, and then to the market downtown- just so he could throw off the scent of following your plan word for word.

“You’re very predictable,” you giggle, picking up a trinket that caught your eye.

“I like to think of it more as… us having a lot in common,” he teases, causing your giggle to turn into a full out laugh.

“But we didn’t do anything you picked out,” you say, pouting a bit.

“Baby,” he said, a hand laying on your back lightly, “when I’m with you, we can do anything and I’ll be happy.”

han hyeongjun

“So do we have any big plans for tomorrow?”

“What’s tomorrow?”

You felt your heart sink slightly, and Hyeongjun could tell he did something wrong based on your face. He sat up slightly in bed, trying to blink away his exhaustion.

“What?” He asked softly. “Am I missing something?”

“Hyeongjun…” you said softly, “tomorrow is our anniversary…”

His eyes widened, sitting upright now. “Oh… oh my god. (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said softly, trying your hardest to smile. “You’ve been busy lately. It’s no big deal.” You reached over, lightly kissing his cheeks. “Don’t worry about it, okay? We can figure something out.”

Hyeongjun could see it in your eyes that you were super upset due to his forgetfulness, but before he could think of what to say, you pulled the covers up a little higher, kissing his shoulder and laying down, wishing him goodnight.

☆

The next morning, you wake up and the bed is empty. A heavy sigh leaves you. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted your anniversary to start.

You make your way out of bed, throwing on your slippers and dragging your feet out to the kitchen. You round the corner, and there stands Hyeongjun, pouring you a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” he smiles softly. “Happy anniversary. Breakfast is ready.”

You blink up at him, “I thought you had work,” you explain softly, taking the mug he was handing to you. It’s at this point that you notice the fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase on the counter. Despite his recent exhaustion, he’s probably been up for hours.

“I called off,” he said softly.

“But… you have so much to do today.”

“That doesn’t matter,” he explained with a shake of his head. “I disappointed you. I couldn’t let you spend our anniversary by yourself.”

You felt a soft pout grace your lips, throwing your arms around him. “Thank you.” Your tone was quiet and full of gratitude. He let out a soft chuckle, resting his cheek on your head.

“Of course, (Y/N). Anything for you.”

lee jooyeon

Jooyeon gave you a wide eyed stare as you thrust a small package into his hands. “What’s this?”

“Your anniversary gift!” You beamed. “I told you it was coming!”

“Oh!” I said, trying to play dumb. “Right! I forgot. I’m sorry, yours hasn’t shown up yet. I got an email that it was lost in the mail somewhere.” He’s not sure where that lie came from, but he was pretty damn happy that it came out as smooth as it did.

“That’s fine!” You excused, your smile never filtering. “Do you want to open your gift?”

Jooyeon quickly shook his head. “Let’s wait until yours shows up. I bet it will only take another day or so.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Positive,” he confirms. “Maybe if we’re lucky, the post office found it and it’ll show up today.”

☆

“Seungmin!” Jooyeon yelled, running into rehearsal, his bass slapping against his back. “Seungmin, I need your help!”

Seungmin turns to find Jooyeon, distressed and running towards him. “Oh god…” he groaned. “What do you need?”

“It’s mine and (Y/N)’s first anniversary, and I completely forgot to get them a gift!” Seungmin’s eyes went wide. “Dude, you gotta help me!”

“Okay, first off,” Seungmin started, “you’re fucked. Secondly, why do you need my help?”

“Because you’re the most fashionable guy I know!” Jooyeon frantically explained. “I need gift ideas that are nice enough for an anniversary gift, but not so nice that it seems like a proposal. Now, give me your best ideas!”

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After rehearsal, a trip around town that went so fast that he felt it could’ve been timed for an Olympic relay race, and probably the world's worst gift wrapping job, he was finally ready to give you your gift.

“Jooyeon!” You called from the front door of your apartment. “I’m home!”

Like a dog, Jooyeon happily greeted you at the door. “Happy anniversary!” He smiled, opening his arms to you.

You returned his embrace, smiling into his hair. “Happy anniversary!”

He pulls away, holding you by the shoulders. “Your gift came!” He said excitedly.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

You bounced a bit on your toes. “Let’s go open our gifts!”

You rushed into the living room, gleefully exchanging gifts. Jooyeon let you open your gift first, holding his breath as you undid the wrapping paper.

“Oh, Jooyeon!” You smile, reaching into the box and pulling out a framed picture of the both of you- a picture taken on your first date. “It’s so cute!”

He smiled at your reaction, glad you enjoyed your gift.

“You like it?”

“I love it!” You smile, throwing your arms around him again. “Thank you!”

“Of course, baby,” I smiled, glad his little helper made a good suggestion. “Happy anniversary.”

taglist: @mon2sunjinsuver , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , @weluvjeong , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[mini-mews]

a/n: pure angst, no members in mind but he/him used, gn!reader, wc:940

It was a flash of headlights and a screech of tires against the rainy road. Everything seemed blurred. Heavy panting as the air burned in his lungs but his legs refused to give out. Tire tracks burned into the road as it scrapped against the pavement, veering off to the side. A few meters from the car, lies your body, shirt staining a crimson red.

The air feels thick, almost non-existent as he runs to you, collapsing to the ground to hold you in his arms. Tears mixing with the rain as his hands stain red, uncaring as he pulls you into his chest.

Letting out small gasps, rips puncturing your lungs due to impact. Your eyes struggle to crack open, as rain beats down on your face. A stream of blood and rain mix on the concrete below you, making a small pool. Your chest burns, you mind a hazy mess. Trying to remember how you got here.

Oh right, a fight.

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You were tired of him overworking himself, worried for his health and well-being. But when you brought this up with him, you were met with frustration, anger.

"I'm not a child, I can care for myself. I don't need you nagging me every second of the day. I got enough shit to deal with, don't need you adding onto it." His words shot like arrows through your body. Biting your lip to suppress a shaking sob as tears blurred your vision. "I'm sorry, I was only trying to help.." Your choked voice quickly cut off by his "Well clearly you're fucking not helping!" Snapping out as he runs a hand through his hair, "Just drop it would you?".

Tears slide down your cheek, as a laboured breath escapes you making him raise his eyes from the ground to your tense figure. You refused to look at him, quickly collecting your phone, wallet and keys as to leave the apartment. Stumbling over your shoes as you slipped your jacket on, knowing it was calling for rain later tonight.

"You're right I'm sorry, I'll leave you be then." Your voice came out small, as if he didn't strain his ears he would have missed it as the door slam shut. Loud footsteps echoed down the hall as you made your way down to the staircase, needing some fresh air.

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"Hey! Look at me please! Its okay, you're going to be okay, I promise, look at me." He's gripping you closely, his face curled into your neck. All you can hear is rain pattering on the ground and his ragged breathing, before he lifting his head, screaming out "What're you lookin' at?! Call for help!"

Short puffs of air come from you, the pain becoming unbearable as your eyes well up with tears. Your body becoming lighter, less responsive as dark spots start to appear in the corners of your vision. "No, no no baby, stay with me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, please. No please." He's cradling your head in his arms.

You can't even remember what you were arguing about anymore, it felt so far away in your memory. You use your remaining strength to lift your arm to caress his face, he always had such soft skin. "It's okay. I forgive you. I'll always love you." His eyes widen at your words, a choked sob escaping him. "Hey what're you saying? Baby don't talk like that. Help is on the way I promise, Y/n please."

Your arm drops down into the puddle of blood and rain, the wetness drenching you both. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer, like we planned."

His tears fell freely, dripping onto your face as you try to find the strength to smile for him, despite the agonising pain. "Stop it! Don't talk like that! Help is on the way." He screams, eyes screwed shut. A distance sound of sirens rang in his ears, as he looked down at you, "Please, don't leave me all alone. Don't say goodbye please Y/n, it's not goodbye, you're going to be okay I promise. Baby please believe me, help is on the way. Please." His desperate speech barely registers as you can feel your heart tear apart.

"Baby please, remember how you said we were gonna move down south together? adopt too many cats and be a perfect family?" A sob rips through his chest, "I'm already looking at engagement rings, have some saved that I'm sure you'll adore. Y/n can we go home and pick one out together? Can we go home?" Your heart squeezes painfully at that.

Everything is fading around you, distorted voices and sounds, all you can feel is water as if you were floating onto of the sea. A dark abyss covers you, swallowing you whole as you blindly reach out for your lover. Flashes of what you'd imagine your life with them appear, almost mocking you as you bled out.

"My love, i'm sorry to say goodbye."

Doing your best to lean into his touch as he wails out, rain soaked skin grasping yours, as you slip away. The blood continues to spill out onto the pavement, as he sits on his knees, holding your now lifeless body. He feels his heart wretch, sobbing so hard he struggles to force out a breath, as paramedics rush in.

People swarm him, grabbing his arms to pull him to his feet as they crouch above your body. He screams out, "Save them please!" as his knees give out beneath him, bloody hands wrapping around himself as he screams out in agony.

hope you enjoyed the suffering! I did this as a small writing exercise and hopefully kick myself into writing more. my requests are open, and a small shoutout to @writing-my-life-away for beta reading for me.

[seobseobs]

to be loved

bf!jungsu x reader (no prns) • 0.4k

romantic; angst , comfort , established ldr

[ reader feels lonely and sad that they're away from each other :(( ]

back to suite

you like to think that it's both a blessing and a curse to have met jungsu . a blessing because it's jungsu: he's everything you could have ever wished for in a person . a curse because out of all the people you could have met , it's the one across the world from you . you know the relationship you have is genuine from the way he looks at you through the screen .

but at the end of the day , you could only say how much you love and adore him with words , and not through light tracings on his back or making him a meal when he feels it's too much to get out of the bed . you can read him hundreds and thousands of handwritten poems dedicated to him all you want but you wouldn't be able to watch his rosy cheeks in front of your own eyes .

"love , you okay there ?",

your boyfriend speaks up , his brows furrowed and your heart breaks . he's already giving you so much love and you're here thinking that it's quite not enough yet .

keeping your worries in the back of your mind , you assure him it's nothing much and proceeds to ask about his plans for the day . he ignores your question , a frown taking over his breathtaking features , "you're not okay ."

jungsu sees right through you . and how can you not give in when someone is pouring this much love to you ? but also how cruel would it be that you're adding your burden to the person that writes your name in his heart ?

you say nothing at first , debating whether you should even trouble him with such issues before he calls out your name softly, "you can tell me when you're ready but i'm going to be a bit selfish here . i'm not dating you to only see your happy moments alright ? i'm dating you because i love you and i want you to rely on me and trust me . we can cry together now . so please , don't hide from me ."

and what if love could only be expressed with words ? because words does matter . right here and right now , kim jungsu's five sentences are enough to remind you that you're loved . and this is what being loved means: to let people in the ugliest part of your heart and they would still look at you in the eyes with so much fondness .

✒ just realized after i wrote it that jungsu is v physically affectionate kind of guy and and im going to cry also um my requests are open and im currently working on o.de cherry magic! au hehe so theres that

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[odigaon]

i’m gonna cry real tears

[kyufessions]

three a.m

synopsis: your boyfriend, jiseok, catches you crying in the middle of the night

pairings: boyfriend! jiseok x g.n. reader

genre: angst w/ a comforting ending

warnings: mention of mental illnesses (depression + anxiety), reader mentions suicidal thoughts

word count: 1.9k

requested?: yes, angst prompt #27 - “i wish i’d never met you”

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

xdh taglist: @dreamylogy @tentenharuno

a/n: please read with caution and remember to talk to someone if you are ever feeling suicidal or your mental health is declining. mental health is very important and speaking does help relieve some of those pent up emotions. please remember your life does matter and life eventually gets better. also, my messages are always open for anyone and everyone. stay safe please. ♡

it was three a.m., your boyfriend was fast asleep in your shared bedroom as you sat outside in the living room with your knees to your chest and a fuzzy blanket engulfing your body in warmth. the only way to describe how you were feeling was numb both mentally and physically. life had been too much for you within the past three weeks, your coping mechanisms and ability to work through your negative thoughts slipping past you. you had been dating jiseok for ten months, every single moment spent together was better than the last. but you couldn’t help but feel bad for faking your smiles for the past few weeks, the depression eating you up inside.

you were the type of person to not open up easily, and jiseok knew that better than anyone. slowly but surely, you did start to open up about him. but not about your deep struggles that you only withheld for yourself and your journal, but rather things that only scratched the surface of your problems. although untrue, you felt as if your personal issues were too bothersome and if you opened up about them to someone, you'd only bring that person down with you. deep down you knew that wasn’t true, but you were also scared that if you did open up he would leave. convinced you had too much ‘baggage’, you just kept your feelings to yourself which was ultimately causing the decline of your mental health.

there you sat, head laid upon your knees as you stared at the naked white wall across from you with your back to the couch. mind wandering to places it shouldn’t at such an ungodly hour. inside your bedroom laid jiseok, half asleep as he goes to throw his arm over your waist to bring you closer to him but being met with an empty space. eyes fluttering open, he quickly realized you were not there and sat up against the headboard. although he figured you were just in the bathroom or getting more water, something inside him told him to get up and look for you.

listening to his intuition, he puts on his slippers and opens the bedroom door to walk straight to the bathroom. but in order to get to the bathroom you had to pass through the hallway that showed a view of the living room, so as he was walking he noticed the top of your head leaking out from the corner of his eye. calling out your name with no response from you, he walks fast towards where you’re sitting and calls your name out once more as he gets closer to you.

upon hearing your name, your head shoots up in his direction with instant worry washing over you. “jiseok, baby” you mumble, your voice cracking from all the silent sobs you’ve been releasing for the past two hours. “why're you awake? are you okay?” grabbing his hand, you pull him down to you and cup his face in your hands. why was he awake at this hour? he has practice in a few hours, he should be sleeping peacefully right now.

his hands cover yours, placing them in his lap as he intertwines your fingers together. “why're you crying? what’s wrong?” he releases his one hand from yours, bringing it to your eyes and swiping away drying tears. the puffiness of your eyes gives away that you’ve been crying for a while, and the cracks in your voice confirm that for him as well. jiseok has never seen you cry, not even tears of joy. so catching you like this was heartbreaking for him. why wouldn’t you want to cry in the comfort in his arms instead of isolating yourself in the living room at this hour?

you nod, avoiding eye contact as he questions you. “i’m fine. i’m just, thinking a lot is all.” you stand up, letting go of his hands temporarily before making grabby hands at the man sitting on the ground. “come on, you have an early practice tomorrow. let’s get you to bed, im sorry.”

shaking his head, he hops up to his feet and instantly grabs your hands once more. but instead of walking to your shared bedroom, he stays put in front of you. “whyre you sorry? you have nothing to be sorry for.”

you bite the inner part of your cheek, taking in a deep breath before responding to your loving boyfriend. “i wish i’d never met you, jiseok.”

hearing his own heart break, he lets go of your hands and starts walking away without a word. although aware of the confusing situation that was unraveling before him, he couldn’t help but hear his own heart break as he grabs a jacket and left the apartment. all you did was stand there, mentally cursing at yourself as tears fell from your eyes at a rapid pace. as your body fell onto the couch behind you, you grabbed the fuzzy blanket from the floor and wrapped it around yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.

before jiseok knew it, his feet had carried him to the convenience store down the road that always stayed open till five a.m. grabbing some ramen and a peach drink, he quickly assembled his food and sat outside in the spring weather. he took his time as he ate, wanting to not go back to the apartment too soon since he was still trying to swallow what you had admitted to him. was that your way of breaking up with him? were you trying to tell him something you’ve been dying to get off your chest? he didn’t know how to react, so all he did was leave. he didn’t want to yell, he didn’t know how to respond, so he thought leaving everything to marinate in his thoughts away from the situation was better.

an hour passed without a word from your boyfriend, the hour now nearing five a.m. as you realize how long it’s been with no return, your anxiety starts to sky rocket. assuming the worst, you quickly shove some sneakers on and grab the apartment keys. without a second thought, you start running towards the convenience store you both frequently visited. from a distance, you can make out his messy hair and bunny slippers from anywhere. as he heard someone running towards him, his head shot up to see you running at him in emoji pajama pants and an old bleached band tee with no jacket.

“jiseok, what the fuck!” you yell from a distance, stopping right in front of him as his eyes widen in surprise. “you can’t just leave like that and not say anything. especially at this hour, what if something had happened to you?” you go to place your hand on top of his but frown as he pulls it away.

“why do you care?”

baffled at his response, you take a step back as he continues to sit on the bench with his cup of cold noodles almost finished. “i’m your partner, why would i not care?”

no words, just a roll of his eyes as he stands up and throws away his cup of ramen and drink. before he can walk away, you grab his arm gently and turn him around to face you. “i get you’re upset for whatever reason, but that’s no excuse to say what you did. i was only trying-“

“i know, i know.” you sigh, feeling your throat start to close but ignoring it. now was not the time to cry, especially not in public. “i didn’t mean it in the sense that you’re thinking. just,” you start walking to an empty bench, jiseok following behind in confusion but ultimately deciding to hear you out.

as you take a seat beside him, you start to open up about everything you’ve been feeling. “i wish i never met you because i once im gone, i'm going to feel bad for hurting you.” on the last word your voice cracks, eyes glossing over as they move from his to the grass below your feet. “i’ve just been so mentally unwell lately that i don’t know what i'm going to do to myself. im scared that one day i'm just going to say that i’ve bad enough and, do something to myself.” you bring your hand to his, fingers shaking as you intertwine his fingers with yours. “and i don't want you to go through the pain of dealing with someone like me, jiseok. i don’t want you to hurt, you don’t deserve to hurt.”

as jiseok listens to each word, he continually swipes away any tears threatening to fall from his eyes. how could he have not noticed you feeling this way? how could he not have realized how much you were hurting? “why didn’t you tell me sooner, 자기야?”

he watches the tears from your eyes fall into the pavement below, the darkening stains increasing with each passing moment. “i have too much baggage, i didn’t want you to leave me for having too many personal issues.” you intake a deep breath before meeting his eyes, your heart breaking at the sight of his hurt facial expression. “you’re the only joy i have, i didn’t want to lose that. i’m sorry for what i said, i never meant to hurt you and i sure as hell didn’t mean it. but jiseok,” as you bring a hand to his cheek, you can’t help but let out a small yet silent sob before finishing your sentence. “i’m so scared to hurt you if i ever leave.”

watching you crumble into a sobbing mess, your boyfriend wastes no time in bringing you against his chest to allow you to sob into him. he wraps his arms around you tightly as he nuzzled his face in your hair, allowing a few tears to fall as he holds back sobs of his own. “i’m not going anywhere,” he says before placing a kiss to your temple, pulling you away to make you look at him. even with your puffy face and bloodshot eyes, he still thought you were the most beautiful human to exist. “and you’re not either, okay? i’m here now, and i’m not going anywhere.”

holding out his pinky, you watch as he interlocks it with yours and places a kiss on your knuckle. “i want you to come to me whenever you feel like this, okay? please? even if i’m at practice, call me or one of the guys if it’s urgent. i will always answer and come home to you in an instant.” feeling his own throat close up, you watch a few tears escape his eyes as he lets out a chuckle at his own vulnerability. “baby, you are the most important person to me in this entire universe. i would do anything to keep you alive, no matter what it takes.”

as you walked home hand in hand, you finally opened up to jiseok about how you have been feeling. you confessed about your past and how it’s affected you up until now, about your depression and anxiety. when you both finally got into bed, he waited for you to drift off to sleep in his arms before texting his bandmates he wouldn’t be making it in today, using the excuse he didn’t feel too well. as the clock struck six fifteen in the morning, he finally felt his eyes get heavy and fell asleep to the sound of your almost inaudible snores that he couldn’t wait to fall asleep to for the rest of his life.

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Hii, how do you think the members would react when they realize that a friend of their crush also has a crush on her? I hope you understood me 😣

hi anon!!! thank you so much for being my first request<3 so sorry this took so long 😭 i hope you still enjoy though its so so late !!!

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xdh — finding out about a friend's crush on you (+ confessing)

genre: fluff as always, light angst (i love to see a man in emotional turmoil) tags: drabble, ot6, female reader, jealousy/light possessiveness?, pining, starting as friends, friends to lovers, reader is shorter than them, confessions warnings: none note: reader is some sort of employee or person that works in their building or around the area for added context ... they see you often even if not directly working with them basically (vaguely gestures). and the friend is kiiiind of rude anyway so he doesnt deserve your time in the first place

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gunil — tries to be respectful, succeeds. (and then fails)

perhaps he's very comfortable in his role as "the responsible one" as the eldest of the group. he tries to embody a role-model for his bandmates when he can, there's a very caring and deeply responsible part of him that naturally comes out. he is not known for being selfish. that being said, when he finds out one of your friends has a crush on you there is a deep urge in him to find you immediately and just confess all the feelings he's kept buried in him for months. it bothers him like mad, because he knows that he shouldn't get in the way of anything or anyone you might be vying for. what if you felt the same way about that friend? what if he made it difficult for you to choose him after confessing? what if he ruined his friendship with you when you didn't feel the same way? there were just so many uncertainties and not enough safety for his comfort, so he chose to suffer in silence, as he was used to doing.

there was a familiarity in being alone with his thoughts that he wasn't sure if he could find the courage to leave behind just yet.

he sits with this feeling for days. he tries to convince himself that he's simply content to see you at all, and wants to be happy for your happiness, though it is so clear to his bandmates that he's not his usual self lately.

it's not until he sees you with said friend that he can't help himself anymore. he hated that you were laughing with him, but he hated his lack of conviction more. he makes up his mind to tell you as soon as he gets the chance because the fear of rejection meant so much less to him than watching you get taken from him right before his eyes without doing anything about it.

and you—you're none the wiser about it all until gunil confronts you that night as you're heading home. the intense look on his face is something you've never seen before, passionate and desperate underneath the warm ambient light of the dimly lit room. it illuminates his face in a way that strikes through your heart. you always found him to be attractive, but tried not to let your feelings unfurl further since you knew that there was not a chance he'd feel the same way, not with all the projects and people he manages on a day to day basis. he was just too busy for romance. but right now in this moment, the way that his eyes are narrowed with a seriousness that you haven't seen from him before sends a shiver up your spine. and not just towards anyone, towards you.

he steps closer to you. you're basically backed up against the wall, your heart beating out of your chest. he's so close you finally get a good look at how his dark eyes are trying to find something in yours—answers. you can't help yourself from putting your hands on his chest and bicep to steady yourself.

"i... i have something to tell you." he speaks so lowly and so desperately it mixes in with the sound of his sharp breaths.

you can barely hear him because all you can focus on is the gentle curvature of his beautiful lips. he notices this, because with his hand he pulls your chin up in order to angle your face to meet his eyes, forcing you to see what sort of distress you've put him through.

for the first time in a long time he's wanted something, no, someone for himself, and you're about to find out what.

jungsu — tries to be respectful, fails immediately

jungsu is the sweetest guy ever. he's always looking out for others and wants the best for him. after finding out about your friend's crush on you, though, something takes over him. you wonder why he's suddenly being so much more attentive and sweet, way more than normal. comedically and somewhat pathetically (in a sopping wet dog with glassy eyes kinda way) offering to carry your things, buying you sweets, praising you—it was even a little much at times. you were starting to get a little annoyed, not because you didn't like it but because you were wondering why the hell he started acting like this out of nowhere.

it's not until you're out shopping with him that you start to connect the dots. you run into the friend-in-question and he sparks up a conversation with you, both of you completely unaware of the growing panic and jealousy growing in jungsu's mind.

to your surprise, the usually soft-spoken and patient guy interjects whatever you two were talking about and grabs your hand, hastily pulling you away into some other random store. at first you're worried that you did something to offend him, but then you notice the embarrassed pout on his face as you two slow down near some unassuming accessory store. he's chewing the inside of his cheek, wondering what possessed him to be so rude (he knows exactly why, he just couldn't stand watching you two get along and got swept up in his emotions). the people already in the store make some shifty glances at you two, some of the aunties even shaking their heads, going 'gosh, another lovers quarrel', but it doesn't reach your ears by how hard you're trying to figure him out right now. he has no explanation for himself, simply looking aimlessly at the assortment of necklaces on the racks and refusing to meet your eye. he doesn't let go of your hand.

"i-i'm sorry, i just ..." he's struggling so hard to find the words. he really should just come out and say it but that would mean confirming his feelings for you right here and now, and there was no way you'd accept considering what reckless thing he did just now. "you ... i just didn't want ..."

a beat of silence, and then a resounding 'oh' pops into your head as you finally realize that it was actually your friend that was the problem for him. you smile at his shaking visage. how cute.

what happens next is in your hands, the same ones that are fit so perfectly in his warm, nervous palms. you're glad the group of aunties left before you could do this.

the air feels electrifying. you pull him closer and stand on your tippy toes and he's watching you do this so adorably but it doesn't compute in his head until he finally feels the plush feeling of your lips against his, and suddenly he feels right again. this is what he's been waiting for this whole time.

gaon — gets clingy

jiseok has always been physically clingy. he shows his love and affection by quite literally hanging onto you, through hugs or wrapping his arm around yours. it is very casual and very natural for him to do that with people he loves. emotionally, however, he's a bit more withdrawn than expected. he likes his alone time. he likes you more. but, he is so painfully unaware of it. so when he finds out that your friend has a crush on you, the petty side of him that simmers at the surface of his mind really comes through without him doing it intentionally. it becomes an increasingly common occurrence for you to receive a text from him that goes along the lines of "are you busy friday? :)", or "there's a new movie i wanna see, can we hang soon?" because he thinks you'll genuinely enjoy what he had planned for you, and not because of any other reason.

this, of course, is his way of getting you away from that guy who's trying to get with you. honestly, he thinks he's boring and won't treat you right. there's really no one in your circle that he deems worthy for you.

you're more than happy to spend time with him. but it starts to get to a point where you're wondering 'what are we' when he starts to get a little more clingy, more so than his usual friendly self. his hands linger a little longer on yours, his eyes seem to follow your every move and he's smiling at you in a way that holds so much adoration that your heart starts beating faster.

when you text him that you can't hang because you feel bad you keep blowing off the friend-in-question, who had asked for your time today already, he sulks like crazy. he knows he shouldn't be so childish about it but it sucks because you're his best friend and you're wasting your time on him and he's going to confess to you and then you're gonna start dating each other and then you'll get married and go away forev—oh. oh man.

he quickly grabs his jacket and runs to your place before you can even think about leaving for your outing.

you see him show up to your front door and almost collapse to his knees, leaning an arm on the frame of your front door. "what the hell— jiseok?! are you okay?" and he's heaving so hard he can barely speak, "yeahi'mfineILOVE. YOU. ohgodmyribs. DON'T. GOTOHIM. i just. foundoutiloveyou. stay. right here". you can barely believe what he's saying, not only because he's huffing and puffing, but because you really had no idea he felt the same about you. the silence worries him because he looks up to see your confusion, or worse, hesitance, and through his labored breath and takes your hand in his. on one knee as if asking for your hand in marriage, "stay with me. please," and you can't help but laugh when it finally all clicks. this is such a dramatically jiseok way to profess feelings to someone. you're definitely gonna bring this up again.

but for now, with a bright smile, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze, "come in. let's get you some water."

o.de — kicks himself into action

finding out is a wake-up call to him. he kicks himself for getting complacent. it's not that he didn't think other guys would be into you or anything, just that he didn't think it would happen so soon. he put off his feelings for you constantly because he feared ruining things between you two, but now that there was another guy in your radar it meant that he had to be on high alert. he immediately starts thinking about the best way to confess to you, and fast because who knows if this guy is going to sweep you off your feet out of nowhere.

he's trying to plan something grand and a little cheesy because he thinks, no, knows that you deserve to be appreciated. he would yell his love for you from the rooftops if he could. he's thinking about it so much that you stop hearing from him for a couple days. his absence lingers in the air around you and you start to wonder why it feels so heavy without him around, because wasn't he just a friend?

you get your hopes up when your phone pings with a text—but it's not from seungmin. there's a dull ache in your heart when you see it's from the friend-in-question. you're disappointed but don't want to take it out on him, so you say yes to dinner. you go with him, and clearly he's trying to make a move on you by spoiling you with a nice meal and compliments, but you just can't get your mind off of seungmin and what he's doing right now. you end the date, which was more just like him talking at you, by rejecting him. you're wondering if he was just friends with you to try and get a chance with you, and it hurt a little.

then, it happens. your phone buzzes as you're about to leave the restaurant. it's seungmin. as soon as you pick up he sounds out of breath and desperate. "where are you right now?!" and you answer honestly, about the date and how it ended, and how you missed talking to him. "stay right there, i'm coming."

he picks you up from the restaurant, having drove there in a hurry. there's roses and chocolate on the dashboard as if he were going on a date himself and you know immediately who it's for by the look on his face and the slight sheen of sweat like he'd been worried sick about something.

there's not even a moment that passes while in the car before you both can't help yourselves anymore, having the first real taste of what you two felt for each other, sealed with a kiss.

junhan — withdraws himself

junhan has always been quiet, but you were starting to love getting to have late night conversations with him about life itself, your place in the the universe and who's your favorite character in dungeon meshi. he seemed to open up when he was around you and you loved getting to pick apart his mind. you felt that you both were able to keep up each other's intellectual abilities, and it was refreshing.

so when he suddenly reverts back to the shy personality he had when you first met him, you know something's wrong. you're trying to figure out how to confront him about it without making him curl back into his shell even more.

in his mind, on the other hand, he's doing you a favor. after finding out that your friend has a crush on you, the one that is so much more extroverted and good at holding up conversations, he thinks its best that he takes a step back so he wouldn't be taking up space in your life that could be reserved for your friend. he throws himself into work even more so than before, using it as an excuse to avoid you so it doesn't hurt as much when you inevitably start dating that stupid guy. but that doesn't mean he stops watching and analyzing, watching to see if that guy really, truly was good enough for you.

and of course, he wasn't. call it intuition or just plain logic, junhan noticed how he very often seemed to talk over you. it bothered him to know that there's a possibility that you'd be happier with your friend, but it bothered him more to think about you unhappy with him, because at least junhan would actually notice if you were.

that wouldn't do at all. while junhan is very rational he absolutely does not mess around when it comes to you. the friend-in-question is busy chatting away while you're forced to listen to him. you think he's a nice guy, but he was the type of person who was more used to talking at someone rather than to them. you never really felt heard when speaking to him, unlike with junhan who took every word you said into account, making sure you knew your thoughts mattered to him.

junhan, with tingling fingertips and an audacity that could only be stirred up by the thought of losing you, calmly walks up to you two. you wouldn't have guessed it took all his courage to ask "can we get drinks tonight?" and you're over the moon at the mere suggestion, "is that even a question?! of course, i haven't seen you around in ages!". your eyes light up with excitement, unable to stop yourself from excitedly rambling about how you really wanted to talk about some new manga that dropped during his absence. junhan smiles at you, half because he knows this feels right, like you both were meant to be together in this moment, and half because he loves the way that guy's stupid grin drops when he sees how happy you are to see him.

"so it's a date?" junhan says with a radiant smile, almost as if the guy standing next to you didn't exist. he was enjoying taunting this guy a little too much, he thinks to himself. your jaw drops a little at this unexpected confidence, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want it to be. and so you shoot a quick, very obviously awkward glance at the so called 'friend', thinking about who you knew would treat you right, and turn back to say:

"it's a date."

jooyeon — makes it everyone's problem

when jooyeon finds out about your friend's crush on you he cannot stop from complaining about him to his bandmates. jiseok rolls his eyes hearing the groans from jooyeon, going for the millionth time this week that "he's just not right for her" and "he's not even good looking" and "she's way out of his league!" to lying in bed upside down with his head hanging off the edge groaning into his palms, "but what if she likes him though?! do you think she does?! is that why she hasn't been around lately? aghhhh, girls are so confusing. this sucks. wanna play league?" in which jiseok replies with a sigh, "dude, you could just text her and figure it out for yourself right now." and leaves before his head explodes from how much of a baby joo gets when he's frustrated about something.

when he's finally alone, jooyeon gets to sit alone with his thoughts. just pure and utter him, not the shining jooyeon on stage with his bass, and the thought of you, beautiful and kind, and how much he misses the sound of your pretty laugh. you're constantly on his mind. sometimes he finds himself idly smiling about some dumb text you sent him or the one time where you tried singing along to his strumming and it wasn't good but you gave it your all. it was just so you. you're his friend, yes, but he didn't realize how he felt something so much more for you until the idea of you not being around him anymore became a very real possibility.

the thought of you not being in his life wasn't even in the question for him. it breaks his heart to think of such a thing happening, that he wouldn't be the one making you happy but some other, boring, loser of a guy ... but he doesn't let the others know that part. deep down he's more insecure than he lets on. whatever exasperated complaining he lets out barely scratches the surface of the sort of emotional vortex swirling in him at this very moment thinking about you dating someone else.

when he sees you he makes it so unbelievably obvious, everyone around you two is betting on the moment that you finally realize. you're wrapping up your lunch together when he brings it up. "stoooop hanging out with him, he's boring and he only plays fps games, i mean come on," he's basically begging you like a kid.

you snort at him, "and you know almost every pokemon. he's not doing anything wrong, we all have things we really like." you're saying this to defend your point but in reality you also thought it was annoying that that was all he talked about with you and didn't seem to care about what you liked at all.

"yeah, well." jooyeon grumbles, pitifully tucking his head into the crook of his arm, leaning onto the table. he doesn't make eye contact with you, just pouting cutely. "heard he likes you, too... he's not special." the last part is almost unintelligible from the way he buries his head further into his arm as he says it.

that piques your interest. "oh? what was that? after the first part?" you know exactly what you heard but you just can't help yourself from teasing him.

"'ts nothing."

"joo." he refuses to meet your eyes but you see the tips of his ears reddening.

"i gotta get back to practice."

"joooooyeon. lee jooyeon. jooyeon of xdinary heroes. did i hear correctly? 'he's not special?'"

he's already walking off.

"joo, you know i'm going to the same place as you!" you shout after him. quickly, you shove your things into your bag and catch up to his rather hasty speed. you're giggling because you can read him like a book. that cute little pout on his face is all you need to see before you go to grab his hand mid step. he jolts a bit, not expecting your touch, before he eases into it and finally looks you in the eye.

"you ..."

shifting your hand so your fingers interlock, you smile at him, looking him in the eyes with earnest, "i like you, too."

in a few moments he's trying to stay cool and ends up failing miserably by how the corners of his mouth refuse to stay still. he can't help himself from breaking into a grin at those words. he would get to it later, be able to grandly profess his love to you like how he had imagined it going in his head, but for now he was content with this. simple and happy with your hand enveloped in his larger one.

it's by no means a scene out of a drama, but it was perfectly enough for the two of you.

(later that night jooyeon is so completely over the moon about being chosen. it feeds his ego BAD. you have to take him down a peg by telling him how he hasn't really properly confessed to you yet, and you are very entertained by how he stutters and struggles to say it to you directly after such a grand display of confidence. oh, joo ...)

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[joocomics]

Hii can u do what XH likes to do or how they’ll act if they’re jealous? Thank you!

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a/n: this might be a little bit messy, but expressing my thoughts on more angsty topics like this isn’t my strongest point when it’s not a drabble oof i apologise in advance if this isn’t what you expected, anonie! even a bit over the place i still hope you enjoy the read. ty for stopping by 🫶🏼

♡ gunil

i think he’d be good at hiding it, so if it happens a few times - most of them you might not notice that he’s being jealous until later. but it really depends on the situation and the person he’s being irritated by. i see him pretty protective as a boyfriend, and if someone is really getting on his nerves he might turn quiet and reserved; just thinking about how he wants to drag you out of the place with a hand on your waist cause he hates how they’re looking at you. after you’re finally left alone his feelings would immediately show, and he wouldn’t try to hide them; he couldn’t even if he tried. he’d sit down to talk to you about it, and after you assure him there’s nothing to worry about he’d calm down, and treat you like a princess till the rest of the night (he always treats you like that but when he’s jealous he really goes all out)

♡ jungsu

it’s a little bit difficult to put my thoughts together when it comes to him. on one side i see him get jealous easily, but then not so much. i see him being more vulnerable when it comes to this in the beginning stages of your to-be-relationship - when you’re in the talking stage, going on dates, but still haven’t talked about anything more than that. when he’s jealous he might overthink things a bit, and contemplate for a while if it’s something that he should bring up or not. that’s why i see him waiting to see if ‘this something’ happens again or grows into something bigger. if not, eventually he would just add it into the conversation lightly without any conflict in mind. when you show him he’s the only one you’re interested in, he most likely would double the physical contact while also putting his arm around you, and grabbing your hand more confidently in public

♡ jiseok/gaon

in a relationship i see him keeping his jealousy moments to himself, and i think those jealousy moments won’t be many tbh. he might even feel good if he catches guys checking you out, cause he knows you’re all his and you would never give those guys even a crumble of your attention. if someone tries to spark a conversation that rubs him the wrong way he’d be extra touchy with you or pull you on his lap, but he won’t feel the urge to bring it up after you’re left alone, cause in his mind that would be unnecessary. if you make him feel secure and loved, then i don’t see him paying too much attention to his temporary sparks of jealousy. he might even make a joke about it to make you laugh, “did you see that guy checking you out? in front of me?!”

♡ seungmin/o.de

i see him a mixture of jiseok and gunil. a part of him would feel good, proud even, that his gorgeous girlfriend is desired by people who can’t have her, but if someone tries to cross a boundary he’d hold you close and change the direction of the conversation. his body language when he’s with you would always be enough of a sign that you’re together, and there’s a chance depending on the situation he might get overprotective, but in a subtle way if that even makes sense? he wouldn’t want to ruin your mood on the spot or make you uncomfortable, so he would wait for you to get home and talk about it. the conversation would be chill and would end in a lot of soft kisses and i love you-s

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

oh he would be so obvious when he’s jealous. it won’t be difficult for you to catch him cause the emotions would be written all over his serious face. if you ask him about it he’d do his best to convince you he’s not jealous at all, cause he wouldn’t want to seem insecure in front of you. he’d laugh it off, but on the inside he’d be thinking about it all day, especially if you’re still not officially together; if you are it would fade down more quickly. he wouldn’t get extra touchy or something like that like the rest of the members, because he’d be too much in his head; he wouldn’t want anyone to notice (even though he suddenly goes quiet in the middle of the conversation?)

♡ jooyeon

i just have to bring up the perilla leaf debate here, and how quick he was with his answer - that his s/o will not help out his guy friend with separating those leaves. even if this clip didn’t exist i’d still be a firm believer that he’s the jealous type of boyfriend. he’d get jealous easily, and you’d always notice the subtle changes in his mood. he’d never do anything to frustrate you during the moment, and he’d try his best to be chatty and all with a hand on your thigh or around your shoulder. he’d play with your hair, with your hand, and he’d lean in your ear to whisper you things all of a sudden. people who know him well can always tell when he’s being jealous, but those who don’t wouldn’t notice a thing. he’d most likely be grumpy and extra affectionate after you get home

[puppyluvfics]

Shallow | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1.3k Genre: Angst/Smut(?) Summary: You loved Seungmin. You did. Yet, somewhere in that love, you lost yourself, turning into a mirror image of him, which is something you grew to hate. Warnings: there's like... slight smut? It's skippable if you want it to be, but it's there. A/N: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I FORGOT TO HIT PUBLISH FHDSJKFS SORRY. Also: the smut part of this... maybe I will expand on one day (no promises) because. mmm hatefucking <3 OK SORRY GOOD LUCK OSEUMI LOVERS

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.”

Seungmin’s world felt like it was crumbling. Everything had seemed just fine, this morning. Right…? He felt blindsided, and frankly, incredibly hurt. He looked back into your eyes, and God, it stung. What was once a gaze of adoration and love had been replaced with confusion and pain.

“What are you even saying, (Y/N)? We’re a team, we’re… we’re us. What happened to that?”

You sigh heavily, sitting on the arm of the couch, running your hands over your face.

“That’s the thing, Seungmin. We… I’m not myself anymore. I’m you. I don’t even know who I am outside of being with you anymore, and that scares me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, cautious about what you were saying.

“So, what? You’re just going to throw away everything we have and everything we are just because you’re having an identity crisis? You don’t think that’s a little unfair to me? I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you through shit like this!” He said, raising his voice only a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you. Far from it. But he was so damn frustrated, and you could tell. Still, his words cut, deep.

“I’m not throwing anything away! But it isn’t fair to me, either! I wake up and I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize that person!” You retort, matching his volume.

He lets out a sound, a mix between a sigh and a scoff.

“Nice. Real nice, (Y/N). Being like me is so damn bad that you’d rather throw this away than try to work through it with me by your side.” He said, eerily calm, clearly extremely hurt, despite misinterpreting your words.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Seungmin. Stop it. I didn’t say that. I’m…” You sigh again, exhausted from the arguing. “I’m not doing this to be selfish, I’m doing this for us, don’t you understand that? You deserve someone who compliments you, not a carbon copy of you. And that’s what I’ve turned into.” You spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

“Well, there’s one thing that you didn’t copy from me. You’re so goddamn self centered and shallow.” He said, his tone biting. You know he didn’t really mean it, that he was just lashing out in anger but, fuck, that hurt more than anything you could ever muster up to say to him.

“Seungmin, what the fuck?” Your voice comes out hushed, small, and hurt.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” He said, realizing the extent of the damage he’d done. You huff, standing up, pushing past him to the door. 

“I’ll see you around, Seungmin.” You said, leaving those being the last words you said to him, for a good while.

~~~

Not a long enough while, though. It hadn’t been more than a week before you had bumped into him while you were out with some friends, ironically, trying to drink away the thoughts of him. You had debated calling him before this, over and over again, but you stayed strong. Still, there you stood, your feet aching in the heels you’d squeezed them into, your eyes fixated on his figure, standing on the opposite end of the bar, waiting for his drink. 

“Please, please do not let him be here with someone else,” You thought to yourself. You were the one who had broken up with him, sure, but still, it had only been a week or so. You stayed by your friends, just observing him for the duration of a song or two, releasing a held breath when you realized that he was here alone. Did you want to walk over to him? You were the one who left him, after all. And it was messy to say the least. You knew you would hate yourself for it later, but you walked over to him, sitting next to him, clearing your throat to make your presence known. 

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening. He didn’t know what shocked him more - the fact you were sitting there next to him, or the fact you were showing a good amount of skin in what you had worn. 

“Hey.” You said, quietly. 

“Hey…” He replied, just as quietly. 

~~~

You didn’t know how it happened. Multiple drinks and hours later, he and you were drunkenly stumbling through your once shared apartment, leaving filthy, needy kisses all over each other. Your lips had attached to his neck, leaving dark red hickeys and bites all over him, all the while his hands found their way down to your hips, pressing hard into your skin. A few more steps and you found yourself bent over the arm of the couch - the same couch you had sat on and argued with him less than a week ago. It didn’t matter to you now, though. All that mattered was him, the feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of your skirt getting hiked up and your strapless top getting yanked down. The feeling of him pushing your head down into the couch as he fucked you from behind. You couldn’t consider it hate fucking, neither of you hated each other. Hell, maybe you were right, maybe you did hold love for him still, somewhere deep inside you. Probably as deep as his cock was hitting, if you were being honest with yourself. 

It wasn’t until a little after 3am that the two of you had both tapped out, breathing heavily on the couch. You were laying in his arms, something that hadn’t happened in a while, even when you were together. His chest rose and fell in tandem with yours, but what you didn’t know was that while you laid there blissed out, sweaty and on cloud nine, brainless, he laid there thinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the sex, of course he did. So, it came as a shock, even to him, when he spoke. 

“You should go.” He said, quietly, stoic. 

“What?” You asked, immediately hurt. Sure, this wasn’t hate sex, but wasn’t it make up sex?

“I… (Y/N), this was…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word mistake. He didn’t see it like that. He never did before, and that hadn’t changed. He simply sighed, letting his arms fall away from you. “I’m sorry.” He said, hoarsely. You could tell this was just as hard for him as it was you, but that didn’t exactly make you feel better in this moment. You nodded, fighting your own emotional breakdown, pulling your clothes back on as best as you could given your sweaty, sticky state. You said nothing as you walked to the door, despite wanting to say so much. Anything, really.

The fact of the matter was, he had changed just as much as you had… you were quite literally two halves of a whole, but that whole was now shattered beyond repair. You weren’t just him, you were you and he was him. Together you were the best and worst of each other. But there was nothing you could do or say, now. You had made your bed, and now you had to lie in it, alone. Maybe, in another timeline, things would have worked out and you would have realized that he was right - you were being self-centered and shallow. At least you got what you wanted… now you had no choice but to figure out who you were, without him.

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dreamer | jiseok [gaon]

୨୧ word count: 0.4K ୨୧ n/a: i honestly don't know what this is, i just felt i had something to say and really needed to post something for xdh, either way i hope this helps lol. warning. english isn’t my first language.

"Your dream, your life. Don't ruin it."

These words played over and over in Jiseok's head. His footsteps, calm in appearance but too heavy in emotional weight, led him by instinct to the audition room. The corridors had never seemed so short, so prone to make him think, to hesitate, to turn a walk into a struggle between bravely facing the possibility of defeat or avoiding unnecessary disappointment.

It was a reaction as bad as it was unconscious, his mind tended to turn against him in moments where his mental and emotional stability was essential, his friends told him it was a natural reaction, just harmless nerves, but Jiseok perceived it differently. Jiseok was not afraid, Jiseok had limits and sometimes struggled to hide them.

The ringing of his cell phone alerting him to a new message brought him out of his dark hole of thoughts, it was yours. He read it like a child rummaging through the unfamiliar letters on his birth certificate to find out where it came from.

Y/n

Good luck! You'll do well just show them your talent and you'll be acceptet

Talent. That word had always made him nervous. Naturally, Jiseok wasn't talented at any of the things people said he was talented at. He had always had to try harder than others, even in small things, to understand a class topic, to be socially "adept", to hit the right notes for a song that his friends could do without much difficulty, or to play that basic guitar solo that anyone without knowledge of the instrument would call a skill not of the average population. No, there was nothing extraordinary about it. Jiseok could be a student and a talented artist under an ignorant gaze, but the truth is that if Jiseok had to be, truly and objectively, talented in something, that born and natural ability that distinguished between talent and forced success, was effort.

He was good at trying hard, that's all; and if he had to ask himself which carried more weight between talent and effort, he would know that he would not like the answer. So when Jiseok arrived at his destination without a clear plan about himself and what he had to show for it, he thought that he might have to use his talent to the last drop because he didn't want to show the world anything mediocre.

"My dream, my life. They are mine."

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[gingerjunhan]

Can you write something angsty with jiseok (college au) where he's popular and reader isn't so he wants to keep your relationship a secret? I love your writing!

☆彡 I wrote this one in class lmao- hope you enjoy it anon :)

word count: 689 | pronouns used: none | genre: angst, college!au | cws: starts fluffy, Jiseok is rude, Jooyeon is also rude, implied breakup?, lmk if I missed something!

part two here!!

It was your lunch break between classes, and you and your boyfriend Jiseok were enjoying some of the springtime sun. He was already done with his classes for the day, so you had decided to meet up and eat lunch outside. This was rare for the two of you, seeing that Jiseok was typically off with his friends for some club stuff at this time.

“I’m telling you Jiseok,” you sigh, “I’m not gonna pass.” You were put into an English composition class, and writing was not your forte, and your grades weren’t something to brag about.

“Just drop the class,” Jiseok offered. “There’s nothing wrong with dropping a class you aren’t gonna pass. It’s better than sacrificing your GPA.”

“I know, but…” you look away from him with a frown, “I’d be disappointed with myself.”

“Hey,” Jiseok said softly, taking your hand in his. “It’s alright. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. I had to drop that one philosophy class last semester, remember?”

“Yeah…”

“And did it work out in the end?”

You give him a small nod.

“Exactly,” he brings your knuckles to his lips and gives them a soft kiss. “It’s all gonna be okay.”

You exchanged soft smiles, but your sweet moment was short-lived.

“Jiseok!”

Jiseok dropped your hand onto the table you were sitting at as if you had burnt him. He looked up in the direction of the voice that had called his name. You looked as well, seeing his friend, Jooyeon, jogging your way. You quickly looked down at the table.

“Hey man,” Jiseok greeted him with a smile and a small handshake that you would guess that they’ve practiced before. “What’s up?”

“Why aren’t you at practice?” Jooyeon asked.

“Oh, uh,” Jiseok struggled, “I’m tutoring,” he motioned to you across the table. “This was the only time we could both meet up, so I couldn’t make it.” Jooyeon nodded and looked over at you. You gave him a smile that he didn’t return.

“Can you come after you’re done with your nerd stuff?” Jooyeon asked, quickly brushing off your polite gesture and giving you a side-eye.

“I’ll see,” Jiseok answered shortly. “I shouldn’t be here much longer.” He looked over at you, and you could almost make out the apologetic look in his eyes. You looked back down at the table again.

“Alright, cool,” Jooyeon smiled at him. “I’ll tell Gunil you’re on your way.” The two of them did their little handshake again while exchanging goodbyes, and Jooyeon trotted off.

“Seriously?” You asked once he was out of earshot.

“What?” Jiseok asked as if he had done nothing wrong.

“You lied to him about us. Why would you do that? I thought you said the guys knew.” Your frown was evident, and Jiseok didn’t seem to care.

“They will,” he said quickly, clearly just trying to appease you. “Just give it some time.”

“Jiseok,” your voice shook ever-so-slightly, “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” You watched as Jiseok's face grew a little pale. It was evident that he had been caught. You knew that Jiseok was more popular than you. He played in a band that was well-known around campus, he was involved in sports and clubs, and he was attractive, smart, and (supposedly) kind to the people around him. If this was high school, someone like Jiseok probably would’ve bullied someone like you. You frown.

“(Y/N)-” he started, “it’s not like that-”

“It’s not?” You started to get angry now. “Then why can we never hang out in public? Why can’t you invite me along to parties or take me on dates? Why can’t your friends know about us?” You tried your hardest to keep it together, but his lack of response was starting to get to you. “Is it because you think I’m not cool enough?” Jiseok tries to stutter out a response, but he can’t think of an answer that won’t hurt your feelings. “Whatever,” you scoff, standing from your seat. “I gotta go to class.” You grab your things to leave, giving him an angry look before you go. “Have fun at practice.”

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"Don't Forget Me?" <3

xdinary heroes: hyeongjun han x gn!reader

wc: 450

warnings: angst, mention of hospitals and death

a/n: thank you @k-k-kn1v3s for taking the emotional beating and beta reading for me

“Please never forget about me.” He can hear your voice echoing in his head as he shifts the guitar in his grasp. Taking a deep breath he starts to strum, getting the beat. A quiet melody carries out as he hums the lyrics. A breeze rustles the grass and trees that surround you both, reminding him that time isn’t standing still. 

That time doesn’t sit still, it moves without care for what it brings forward. It moves without hesitation whether you’re ready or not. It came to a standstill only once for Hyeongjun. The day you told him the news. 

“It’s looking like I have 5-6 weeks left. There’s nothing left we can do.” 

For the first time ever, he had experienced time stopping. Nothing around him registered in his mind, not the people talking, the noise of the nurses and patients in other rooms, not even his own breathing, his heart beat that a second ago he could hear in his ears. 

Everything was slow, he could see the quiver on your lips, the way your eyes filled up with tears that refused to break and slip down your cheeks, the way your chest heaved in a poor attempt to keep your breathing somewhat stable. He couldn’t say for certain if time had slowed down or sped up for the hours spent crying into each other's arms that day. 

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

The breeze brought Hyeongjun back to his senses, feeling the weight of the guitar against his body as his hair brushed across his forehead, “5..6..7..8..” Mumbling to count himself in, he strummed against the strings as he started to quietly sing out to you. 

A song dedicated to you, to hopefully express his love for you like he never got the chance to, a love song for his lover that slipped away too soon. His voice never held such a strength in volume, but he hoped that this time it would carry out the emotions he held close to his chest. 

“If I could just be happy by the end of this song. But if by the time you hear it, you’re already gone. I’ll just hold my love for you by the end of this life.” 

His voice cracked looking up to meet your head stone, imagining you sitting cross-legged across from him, a small smile reaching your lips as your eyes closed to focus completely on his performance.

✰࿒ ჻࿒ ჻✰

As he finishes off, eyes raised to meet yours. “Hey Hyeongjun? When you’re a famous rockstar, please don’t forget about me.” You said it so casually, eyes shining bright at him. Why did you look at him like he held the sky and painted the stars just for you? 

He remembers the warmth that raised to his face, red ears and a slightly high-pitched whine escaping him asking what nonsense you were talking about. He still can’t remember if he was questioning your belief that he’d really become a rockstar, or the fact that he’d even let the idea of you disappear from him. “I’ll hold onto my love for all of eternity, I promise.” He mumbled out as his lips brushed against a single bunch of white heliotrope flowers lay against your headstone, Hyeongjun hopes that his love will reach you still.

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junhan x reader (no prns) • 0.5k

platonic; angst , comfort

[ tw LOTS of self loathing and swearing , not really a happy sha la la ending because it just doesnt work that way , not proofread , im going to be real this is a vent of me struggling w cluster b el oh el ]

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one thing about you is that you hide . a lot . always at your friends' doorstep and always one step ahead in making plans together , you seem to be there for people . but you would come back from the dates and the misery of your world slaps you in the face .

there is always something wrong . something good is happening ? won't be too long , you know it .

you pride in the fact that your friends could not for their life tell what you are thinking despite bonding for so long . but you also despise the fact that this means you have to be vulnerable . that no one would come to your feet because "you seemed off today ." no one to knock your door simply because they miss you . you have long acknowledged the fact , deeming it your responsibility to tell your worries , but never too deep , never too raging .

but today was one of those days where it hurts way fucking more . hell , it wasn't just today . it was yesterday and the day before that too . your world is crumbling and you still have to muster up a lot of courage to simply get told that you matter ? fuck no .

everything is your job . even making sure your loved ones see through you is your job . you hate it . you hate it . you hate it .

gritting through your teeth to keep your feelings at bay , you walk fast towards your home , not really caring if you bumped into strangers' shoulders at this point . just one more minute and all hell will break loose . just one more minute and you can fucking scream at the mean characters on the screen instead of you . just one more minute and—

"y/n?" , a gentle voice calls out to you .

"what the fuck is it?" , you didn't intend to sound harsh , and the furrowed eyebrows on the person's face makes you want to punch yourself . gaze lowered in utter embarassment , you string out apologies in hopes of not losing another relationship .

he doesn't know , you remind yourself . he doesn't get it , you suck in your breathe to salvage what ounce of face you had left .

"oh just— i thought you'd be up for a cafe hangout with me and jungsu this thursday," hyeongjun finally replies , one hand rubbing the back of his neck . "they just opened and i know you like carrot cake so," he shrugs at the end of the sentence as he explains further .

one beat of silence .

you collect yourself to answer properly whilst still in such a state but before you manage to say anything , he interrupts you . "or you can just hold one finger for yes and two fingers for no." it's not even much but you feel a slight weight off your chest , raising one finger up and the corner of his lips turn upwards as he throws a little fist to the air .

hyeongjun makes his exit known , giving you a small wave after he tells you to have a good day . you copy his actions , eyes staring into the distance hard and long until after his figures disappear .

knock knock .

five more minutes before all hell break loose .

✒ the message that i want to get across is that making someone's day less shittier means so much more than you think. so try even if you won't make their life upside and all cherries and unicorns and make them completely happy. making someone's day less bad is as still as big of an effect as making someone day more good. anw please request me lmao ily mwah mwah

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happy twin day to my spiritual twin, @sug4r-latte. even though i have a twin irl, i feel like she’s the only one who truly understands me 🫶 i hope we can be nugget time together for a long time!!