#yeah…. soobin the munch

[1004tyun-archive]

this is the face of a guy who lives to eat pussy what else is there to say

[blackhairedjjun]

you made my day. ✧༺♥༻✧

pairing: ot5 (individually) x gender neutral reader | genre / tropes: comfort, fluff, slice of life, meet cute, strangers to (potentially) lovers; reader is an intern in yeonjun's and a student in taehyun's | word count: 900 - 1k each | warnings: profanity, food & drinks in all except beomgyu's, getting scolded in yeonjun's, getting lost in beomgyu's

summary: you're having a bad day and things don't go as planned. but a chance encounter with a kind and handsome stranger makes things a little bit better.

author's notes: this was supposed to be posted in time for the release of the seasons of txt: youth photos, but then i got writer's block working on kai's and then i got super busy with work so i finished this only now. this is my first time making a fully ot5 work, and it was a lot of fun coming up with unique scenarios for each member. i hope you enjoy!

(all mini-fics are under the "keep reading" cut! photos are left uncropped to preserve the original uploader's watermark. photos are from bxmgyx_13 on twitter.)

1. soobin 수빈

of all the days for you to forget your umbrella, it’s on a day when it actually rains.

you stand underneath the awning of the convenience store, sighing and clutching your bag of snacks. even as you silently wish for the rain to stop so that you could walk to the subway station, head home, and enjoy your food, the downpour only grows stronger as if the universe is playing a cruel prank on you.

today is supposed to be a relaxing day. maybe the sound of the rain would be calming if you were at home munching on a bag of your favorite chips... outside, not so much.

a few minutes pass. the rain abates ever so slightly, but not enough for you to go home safely. you glance up at the sky still covered in clouds, then back at the street view in front of you, losing hope.

you don’t mean to make eye contact with the tall stranger passing in front of you.

at that moment, two thoughts cross your mind. the first: he looks like an actor, i swear i’ve seen a handsome face like that before. the second: wow, a tall man with a big umbrella, if i were more shameless i’d ask him to cover me to get to the subway station.

the universe, once again, decides to humor you.

the young man stops in his tracks, still staring. then he turns away, bowing his head a little, as if trying to make himself smaller. you watch while he stays like that for a little bit, shifting his weight from one foot to another, clearly embarrassed by your encounter.

your face grows hot with embarrassment too and you bring your free hand up to cover your eyes. what am i doing? you chide yourself. just because he has a nice big umbrella doesn’t mean it’s okay to stare!

but before you can scold yourself too much, you hear a soft voice in front of you.

“do you... want to share?”

slowly you remove your hand from your eyes. the tall man is looking at you, and though he seems shy, you see a faint smile of politeness on his face.

“yes, please!” you nearly shout. “i mean 一 i’d like that, thanks.”

he bows a little as he moved forward and tilts his umbrella towards you. “sorry for staring, you just looked really sad standing here like that一” he stops, realizing what he just said, and presses his mouth shut.

cute. 

“no, it’s okay. i’ve been wanting to go home for a while, so yeah, i was feeling pretty bummed.”

“oh... sorry about that.”

you shrug. “it is what it is,” you say as you stepped under the umbrella. when you tell him that you were headed to the nearby train station, his eyes light up; he passes it by on the way to his dorms. the setup is perfect for both of you.

the tall man, you notice, seems naturally shy; even as you walk together under the rain, he makes sure to keep a polite distance from you, even if it meant one side of him getting slightly wet. his umbrella is slightly tilted towards you to make sure that you’re well-protected, even at his expense.

“hey, you’re getting rained on 一 it’s okay, you can bring the umbrella a bit more to your side.”

“it’s fine, i’m worried about your bag.”

“oh, this?” you lift up your bag of snacks on your free side. “don’t worry, they’re just bags of snacks. the packaging will keep them from getting wet.”

“oh? what snacks did you get?”

you tell him about your bags of chips and your packs of bread that you bought and his eyes start to shine. “i was gonna have a nice day to myself, just watching movies and eating these,” you say. “i picked out some dramas to watch this morning...”

“if you want really good bread, there’s a shop that just opened a few blocks away from the subway station! they make everything fresh, and i’ve been stopping by there after my classes.”

“oh! i’ve passed by that place, but i’ve never tried...”

as the two of you continue talking 一 turns out he has a lot of anime recommendations for you to binge while eating 一 he slowly starts to open up. he still looks handsome like an actor, but he has an adorable smile and a sparkle in his eyes that make him less intimidating and more endearing. he feels like someone you could hang out with, someone you could relax and be yourself around.

it wasn’t long before the two of you finally arrive at the subway station entrance. the rain has stopped, and the young man sets his umbrella down; now that you can see his face better, you take in the shine in his eyes and the dimples on his cheeks. oh, he’s so cute.

“hey, thanks so much for walking me, uh...”

“soobin.”

“thank you, soobin.” you feel your cheeks grow warm at you mentioning his name, and he seemed to blush a little, too. “this was nice of you to do.”

“ah, it’s nothing to worry about...”

“do you want to meet up at the bread shop sometime?”

the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. oh god, what are you doing? you start to chide yourself again for asking to hang out with someone you’ve known for ten minutes. all he did was walk you home out of courtesy, and yet一

“yeah... that would be nice.”

he seems to be trying his hardest to look at you straight, but you can tell that the shy smile spreading across his face was genuine. relief washes over you and you can’t help but smile back.

the smile doesn’t leave your face as you hand your phone over to him to exchange numbers. while typing in your contact details, a thought crosses your mind: maybe the universe knows what it’s doing after all.

2. yeonjun 연준

the walk home from your internship feels like a walk of shame.

you messed up a pretty urgent task, delaying your team’s entire project, and your boss had little patience as he scolded you in front of the other interns. even as you make your way back home where you can forget and perhaps drown your sorrows in ice cream, you can still hear your boss’s voice rising and ringing in your ears, and feel the interns’ eyes on you as they watch you get a dressing-down. some looks are ones of pity, others of annoyance 一 but they sting at you all the same.

it’s hard for you to push away the memory as you trudge down the familiar route to your apartment, the sights around you barely perceptible to your troubled mind. you don’t even have the mental energy to pay attention to the pedestrians around you, walking down the same sidewalk and headed who knows where, when一

bump.

“shit!”

you feel the splash of coffee on you and see a stain of dark brown spreading across your work shirt.

“oh shit, i’m so sorry一”

a bit of spilt coffee shouldn’t mean much, but today it’s the final straw. you burst into tears, unable to stop yourself from sobbing in a crowded street of strangers. everything about this day is conspiring against you: you can’t do your job right, you embarrassed yourself in front of the rest of the intern team, and now you can’t even get home without looking like a complete idiot. you want to disappear into thin air but all you can do is cry, which just makes you feel even more ashamed... and then cry harder.

“hey, please don’t cry, i didn’t realize that it was that bad一 did you get burned? i can walk you to a clinic一”

at first you barely pay attention to the young man who spilled his coffee on you, but now it’s hard to ignore the way he looks at you with eyes wide with worry. his hands hover just inches away from your shoulders, ready to comfort but not crossing the boundary of your personal space, and despite your tears your heart softens a bit at his willingness to help.

“it’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “i一 i didn’t get burned一”

“i’m sorry for making you cry, i wasn’t paying attention一”

you can’t help but burst into a small laugh.

now the man looks confused, tilting his head at you. “wh-what’s so funny?”

“it’s not your fault that i’m crying,” you say, the last of your tears finally falling. “just had... a bad day.” 

“oh.” 

you watch the look in his eyes shift. he was looking at you with panic and desperation, but now his gaze softens. his hands fall to his sides but he leans toward you to listen to you better.

“sorry about your day.” his voice is softer now. “and it’s alright to cry it out, it must’ve been hard for you...”

you simply nod. your gaze falls to the sidewalk and you notice the spilled cup of coffee by your feet.

“s-sorry about your coffee...”

the man stares at you and tuts, shaking his head. “you just had a bad day, and you’re worried about my coffee? it’s fine, it’s nothing compared to what you went through.”

“i guess, i just... can’t help but feel bad.” you chew on your lip. “can i buy you a new one?”

he let out a chuckle and the sound makes you feel light. “will it make you feel better if you buy me a coffee?”

perhaps it would do you good to do something right for someone today, you think. besides, he seems nice, and he does deserve a coffee for trying to soothe you.

“yeah, sure.”

“then i’ll let you if it makes your day a bit better. there’s a cafe across the street, we can just stop by there, yeah?” he shrugs off the open button-down he’s wearing over his shirt and hands it to you. “and here, wear this to cover up the stain.”

“it’s fine一”

“c’mon, you can wear it.”

 you hesitate for a moment, but the young man looks at you with such wide eyes that you can’t say no; you take the button-down and put it on over your shirt. it’s big on you, but that’s good for covering up most of the stain. and while soiled clothing may be the least of your worries, it preserves your pride just enough that you smile for the first time today.

“there, you’re smiling already. you feel better?” he says, returning the smile.

oh, he’s handsome.

your smile widens and a blush starts to creep on you. “yeah... yeah, i do. and i guess some coffee would help.”

“then we can grab some together.” he offers his arm out to you. “i’m yeonjun, by the way.”

you thread his arm around his as the two of you walk towards the cafe. it’s an oddly intimate thing to do with someone you just met, but it feels right.

“nice to meet you, yeonjun. and thank you for helping me.”

maybe today isn’t such a bad day after all.

3. beomgyu 범규

where the hell am i?

it’s the first thought that enters your mind as you step off the train, and it’s the thought that comes back to you again and again as you wander around the unfamiliar station. the whole place is unnervingly quiet; no other trains passing by, no hustle and bustle of the city, not even other passengers chatting and waiting for the next train to come. you open your phone and check your map 一 and you realize that you have gone horribly, horribly off course.

you did everything right; your friend gave you the name of the train station close to their new apartment, and you even looked it up before your trip. you know that the apartment was quite far from your place, but this is too far altogether. sighing, you open your chat with your friend and start texting them: hey i think i’m at the wrong station can you please help. you pace back and forth as you wait for a reply.

nothing.

the cell signal in the station weakens. you can’t even send your friend a follow-up text.

you almost let out a scream until you notice that another passenger has appeared on the platform: a young man bobbing his head to whatever music he’s listening to. he pays you no mind as his attention is absorbed by the earphones connected to... a cassette player?

you squint. does anyone still use cassette players in this day and age?

in between his little listening session, the young man catches at you staring at him. he tilts his head at you, pauses his player, and takes off his earphones. “what’s up?”

“uh...”

should you ask him for help? if he’s waiting for his own train, maybe he’d know the station better than you.

he follows your gaze down to the cassette player in his hand and frowns. “hey, i like vintage things, okay? my dad gave me this and it still works.”

“n-no, it’s not that...” 

your confusion and frustration must be too obvious, because the young man slips his cassette player into his bag and takes a step towards you. “uh, are you okay?”

fuck it, you can’t solve this yourself anyway.

“i think i’m lost.” you head over to him and show him your phone: the station name your friend gave you, a screenshot of the route you took. you explain to him where you’re headed, and he nods along as he listens and examines the map screenshots on your phone.

finally, he lets out a nervous chuckle. “uh, sorry. i don’t know how to get there either.”

your heart sinks.

“but i know where the helpdesk is, maybe we can ask them? let’s go there together.”

“aren’t you waiting for the next train though...?”

“it’s fine, it’s coming in around 20 minutes. let’s go, then?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, and somehow it’s the most reassuring thing you’ve seen all day.

the two of you make your way through a maze of staircases and walkways to get to the helpdesk, which the young man explains is on the far side of the station. all the while he sticks close to you, arms nearly brushing as you walk side by side, and it makes you feel anchored in an unfamiliar place.

“i’m sure your friend must be worried about you,” he says. 

“yeah, and i can’t even text them to tell them where i am.”

“we gotta make sure you get back then. don’t worry, the helpdesk staff are super nice. they’ve always helped me out here, so they’ll surely be able to help you too.”

he smiles and nods at you as he says it, and it makes you believe him. he’s kinda cute, too.

the young man is in the middle of telling you about how he’s visiting his family when you spot the HELP DESK sign in front of a modest booth. you nearly sprint to it, but your companion manages to keep up and get there first.

“excuse me, could you help my friend here? they’re supposed to get to...”

you lend your phone to him as he explains your route to the middle-aged woman behind the help desk. she lets out a laugh as she hears him out 一 it turns out that there are two stations close to each other with similar names, and your friend gave you the wrong station name. “don’t worry, it’s a common mistake,” she says. “you’re not the first person i’ve seen make it. here, i can trace your route for you...”

a few moments later you hold a paper map with a post-it explaining which lines and stations you’re supposed to take. you relax visibly as you scan the instructions, and a new wave of energy fills you to get to where you need to go.

you look up at the young man and he seems even more excited than you. he’s grinning from ear to ear and bouncing slightly on his feet. “we did it!”

“thank you so much,” you say with a bow. “couldn’t have done it without you.”

“don’t get lost again, okay?” he says with a laugh. “or else i’ll have to come pick you up or something.”

“i’ll be fine, don’t worry. what, do you want me to text you when i get there?”

you’re joking but you freeze. what on earth were you even saying?

the young man goes from excited to sheepish, though he hasn’t stopped smiling. “i mean, yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“yeah...”

you find yourself exchanging phones with him, and when you get yours back, you glance at the new contact. beomgyu. there’s a little teddy bear emoji next to his name.

“text me when you get to your friend’s place, okay?”

beomgyu’s gaze softens, and you feel yourself growing warm.

“okay.”

4. taehyun 태현

you shouldn’t have checked how much progress you’ve made.

in the middle of your study session you flip through the pages of your chemistry textbook to see how much you have left to read... and you still have three-fourths of the chapter left. after that you have two more chapters to go. you flip through your own notes and realize that, as dense as they already are, they aren’t even halfway done. then you check the time on your phone: it’s been forty-five minutes.

oh, it’s going to be a long stay at this cafe.

you can feel the worries rising in your throat, but you take a sip of coffee to try to wash them down. it doesn’t work, but you don’t have the time to self-soothe right now. you only have so much time before it gets too dark and you have to return to your dorm.

your head is spinning with chemical equations and diagrams when the empty seat across you shifts. the muffled noise is enough to make you look up, and you notice a stranger hovering near the seat. the rest of the cafe is full.

“may i sit here?” he asks.

“sure.”

you pay him no mind as he settles down, and you continue studying.

half an hour and one finished coffee later, and you still aren’t done with that first chapter. your notes started out neat but have since devolved into a half-legible mess of symbols and equations that might as well be ancient runes to you. the last ten minutes were spent scrolling on your phone because you would rather distract yourself at this point. groaning, you throw down your pen and rub your face into your hands.

i’m not understanding anything.

the soft thwack of your pen against your textbook catches the attention of your table-mate, who has finished his pastry and is sipping his drink while typing some notes on his phone. you glance up at him and see the name scrawled on his coffee cup: taehyun.

he glances at your pen, then at your textbook, then up at you. “is this for a chemistry class?”

you nod.

taehyun examines the textbook again, then your notes. “oh, i took the same class last semester. do you want help?”

you want to yell oh my god, you’re a fucking lifesaver, but instead you say, “yes, please!”

you allow taehyun to flip through your textbook, even your messy notes. his eyes widen as he takes in every detail, and when he looks up at you he gives you a tiny smile. there’s a little sparkle in his eyes that washes down just a bit of your worries.

“this is pretty good progress you’ve made. you got the fundamental parts right.”

“oh, i… did?”

and here you thought your mind was just flailing around.

“yeah. you’re doing great.”

“but i’m slow.”

“it’s better to be slow and understand everything well than to be fast but not absorb anything,” he says. “do you have an exam coming up soon?”

“uh-huh… tomorrow. and i’ve got two more chapters after this.”

“oh.” taehyun blinks and goes quiet for a few moments, pondering what to do. at last, he picks up your pen. “you could probably go faster with some help, then.”

a wide smile spreads across your face.

taehyun guides you through each lesson, pausing once in a while to check if you can follow him. you resume taking notes and they’ve gotten neater again, and all the strange symbols and diagrams and equations start to make sense. the panic in you starts to fade away little by little, and the fog in your mind from all your worrying starts to clear. with that gone, you find yourself understanding each lesson much more quickly.

“you’re good at this,” you say as taehyun finishes drawing an example chemical structure on a napkin.

“i am?” he lets out a small chuckle and you blush a little. he’s sweet. “well, i did enjoy my chemistry classes last time. but it only really counts if you got to learn something.”

“i did, i honestly did,” you say, eyes scanning your notes.

taehyun follows your line of sight and once again you see the sparkle in his eyes. “that’s good, then. and i can tell from your notes too, you already figured a lot of it out. you’ll do fine in your exam.”

“you think so?”

“yeah, really.”

“well...” he’s right, you admit. you exhale slowly and allow your shoulders to slump a little bit. “thanks.”

in the end you manage to finish just two out of three chapters before it gets dark outside, but taehyun makes a cheat sheet to help you. you watch him as he scrawls his notes on a loose sheet of paper 一 oh, he’s a lefty! you note 一 then tucks it in between the pages of your textbook. as he slides the textbook over to you, he gives you one more look with wide eyes.

“good luck tomorrow. you can do it!”

“thanks! and, uh 一 thank you. i couldn’t have done it without you.”

taehyun lets out a little chuckle. it sounds tiny, but to your ears it could fill the whole cafe. “you should let me know how it goes. i’ll be here tomorrow too, same time.”

“oh...”

there it is again, the twinkle in his eyes. you feel yourself grow warm at his words as you look at him. you still have your exam to get through, but now you have something to look forward to tomorrow.

“sure, i’ll be here,” you say. “see you.”

5. huening kai 휴닝카이

perhaps a little ice cream will put you out of your misery.

the line for the ice cream truck in the park is long, as expected on such a hot day. one part of you understands this rationally, but another part of you is antsy, an inner five-year-old grumbling and stomping their feet on the verge of a temper tantrum. sure, everyone in this line is sweating under the sun as much as you are, but your patience is wearing thin and you just want that ice cream now. 

you would have been more patient if you’re getting that ice cream with your friends as originally planned, but your plans fell apart at the last minute. one by one, they texted you their reasons why they couldn’t make it: they have to work overtime at their job, their boyfriend suddenly showed up for a surprise date, their cat got hurt and had to be taken to the vet... by the time you read the last ones, you were already waiting at the park, your carefully planned outfit wasted and slowly being stained with sweat.

if it happened to someone other than you, you would have laughed at the unfortunate string of coincidences. but instead the sheer bad luck taunts you, and now all you can do is take out your handkerchief and wipe the sweat off your forehead with a sigh.

you don’t know how long it takes 一 perhaps a few minutes, perhaps an hour 一 but you finally make it to the front of the ice cream truck. you bounce on your heels as you turn to face the ice cream man, ready for a little bit of ice-cold, sweet comfort on an otherwise terrible day...

“sorry, we just sold out.”

“WHAT?!”

the ice cream man flinches. you didn’t mean to scream so loud, but the frustration building in up in you is just too much to hold back. the people in line behind you start to disperse, a few of them stopping to stare at you. you apologize for your outburst  but slink away in defeat, head bowed from resignation and sheer tiredness.

just then you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“uh... y-you can have mine...”

you turn around and see a young man with tousled black hair holding out a popsicle still in its packaging. he smiles sheepishly as he hands it to you. “sorry, i got the last one...”

with one look at him, whatever irritation and frustration you feel melts away. you can see the sweat around his forehead and the slump in his shoulders, then your eyes fall to the gym bag hanging by his side. he must have been exerting himself under the sun, you think, and there’s no way you can take an ice cream from someone like that.

“no, i’m 一 i’m sorry for shouting like that. you can have it.”

“no, it’s okay, i promise!”

“really, you don’t have to give it to me.” you start to walk away, hoping to deter him, but he only follows. “keep it, it’s gonna melt if you don’t eat it soon.”

“take it! please?” he steps to your side and you notice how much he towers over you. his face betrays his height, however 一 he glances at you with big, pleading eyes, and your resolve softens.

“okay, okay.” you take the popsicle from him and unwrap it.

the two of you sit down on a park bench. you taste a little bit of the popsicle, now soft from the heat, and the fruity flavor instantly gives you a little burst of energy. you smile as you dig in to the rest of it, trying to savor it before it melts.

you pause for a moment to look at the young man who handed you the popsicle. he looks content as he gazes out at the park scenery, without a hint of bitterness that you took his ice cream from him. he turns to you with a smile, and you can’t help the little flutter in your heart when he does.

“that looks so good,” he says.

“it is! uh, sorry i took it from you.”

“nah, it’s okay. they ran out of my favorite flavor anyway so i’m not too sad.”

“oh.” you finish the popsicle and place the wooden stick inside the packaging. “it would’ve been nice if we both had one, though. it’s really hot today.”

“yeah, dance practice was extra brutal today under the sun...”

“dance practice? oh my god, that sounds exhausting.”

“yeah, everything hurt so much! but i finally figured out our new choreo, so it’s okay.” he glances over at you and opens his mouth to speak again, only for him to look confused and turn away. oh, he’s a shy one.

you decide to fill in the silence. “do you want to hear something funny?”

“sure!”

you tell the stranger about the slow thwarting of your plans for the day: the sudden overtime, the surprise date, the cat at the vet. your companion’s eyes widen with each new detail. when you finish he starts out a high-pitched laugh, and the sound makes you laugh too.

then he realizes he’s laughing at you and he stops. “oh一! oh, i... that’s so unlucky... and the ice cream running out too... i’m so sorry.”

you shrug. “today’s just not my day.”

“i’m glad i gave you that ice cream, then. you needed it.”

“yeah... thanks.” you glance down to fiddle with the edges of the popsicle wrapper, and you feel your lips curl upward in a smile . just then an idea enters your head, and you look up to meet your companion’s eyes.

“do you want to meet up here again next week? maybe we can get an ice cream for the both of us next time. my treat.” you tilt your head at him. “i’m y/n, by the way.”

slowly a wide smile forms on your own companion’s face, and his eyes start to twinkle with giddiness. “y/n... ah, i’m kai. and i have outdoor dance practice here every week, so i’ll see you after?”

“that would be nice, kai.”

[hyuukais]

6. Buildup

warnings: none

word count: 1.0k

a/n: this isn’t the best but i was really struggling with it for some reason

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The heavy bass thump and low lighting of the arena feel reminiscent of a club. You can already tell you’re not far off from a migraine, as strobe lights flash dramatically around the padded ring. Next to you, Jooyeon and Seungmin are both munching away on their pretzels, the former having successfully tracked you and Bea down through the crowds. Jeongin arrived not long after him, flocked by a pack of men you didn’t recognize and Beomgyu. They came with cups and snacks in hand, apparently having stopped at the concessions as well. You all were quickly introduced as they sat down. Vaguely familiar with their names, it was nice to pair them with faces.

Yeonjun, with his bloody hair, was the first to greet you—oozing with charisma. Soobin seemed a bit quieter but polite nonetheless, especially as he commented on enjoying Jooyeon’s content with a bright smile. All you could really discern about Hueningkai was that Jeongin was right for calling him hot unprompted. He ended up in the seat next to you, silently snacking on some popcorn. It looked and smelled buttery and amazing. The thought of something salty makes your mouth water, yet the expanding pit in your stomach grows nauseous at the thought of eating.

It was like a looming blackhole of dread was eating you from the inside-out; all morning plagued by a familiar despair. The same one that had been following you for the past week. Beyond the notion of meeting new people spiking your anxiety, it was this overwhelming yet indiscernible feeling; most similar to depressing amounts of self-loathing and anger. Thoughts of that stupid rejection had been eating you up all night; over some guy you only went on a single date with. How dumb you felt about caring so much only made the feeling worsen, a vicious cycle so to speak. Bea had been completely on the nose when she called out your tendency to overthink, but you certainly wouldn’t tell her that. Hopefully, a fun night with friends would pull your mind out of its pit; or you could at least pretend one of the guys getting punched is someone you hate and find some enjoyment there.

“Would-would you like some?”

“Wha-”

Your eyes come back into focus on Heuningkai holding his popcorn container towards you. Even in the dim light, you can see the flaring red bathing his ear and neck. Perhaps you were looking at it too long, lost in thought, and made him uncomfortable.

“Oh, I…” Your stomach stirs at the sight, caught between craving and disgust. It smells so delicious though. “Sure, thank you.” You take a small handful. Popping some in your mouth, the kernels melt into your tongue, warm and buttery, absolute heaven on an empty stomach. You can’t stop the soft moan that slips out at the taste.

“That good, huh?” Kai chuckles beside you, you just happily nod in response, savoring each bite. A smile grows along with the red on his cheeks. “Um—I…I actually wanted to say, I’m a really big fan.”

“Oh?” Suddenly, the odd looks and comments his friends had given him after you two were introduced come back with much more clarity. They had all spoken about Kai sitting next to you with this odd lilt you can now tell was teasing.

His hands wring in his lap, but he face betrays nothing but a smile. “Yeah, so is Taehyunie, though I’m the one that introduced him to your content. We both think your stuff is really fun and cool! Your commentary is really funny and personable. You have this kind of atmosphere that…I just, I wish I could create with my content, I guess.”

“Oh, thank you!” Happiness bubbles in your chest, spreading its heat up your neck with a grin. You received words like these everyday from hundreds across the internet, yet something in the way he spoke made you feel so giddy over the praise. “I-I actually checked out a lot of your guys’ stuff after Jeongin mentioned we’d be coming today, and I really really liked it! Um–I watched the vod of one of your music streams—oh my god! You’re so talented, it’s crazy!”

“Oh–haha–thank you!” His head dipped as a shy laugh took over his body.

“And, I mean, I was a little hesitant about coming here. I guess I just didn’t know what to expect, but watching some stuff of Taehyun’s matches was like–wow.”

“Ah, yeah, Taehyun’s really talented. He always gets me to help him practice, and sometimes, just watching what he can do with one punch gets a little scary. He’s tried to teach me so many times but…I’m not built for those sports.”

“Oh god, Jeongin has this specific workout regime that he’s tried to get the rest of us to join so many times. It’s like he's really just plotting to kill us or something—it’s genuinely crazy. I’m like 90% sure it’s just because he developed it by working out with Changbin, but like—just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.”

His laugh is deep and airy as you go on about your friend’s. You both continue to swap stories back and forth, easily falling into casual conversation. Connecting with strangers was never an easy feat for you, but Hueningkai made it seem so much simpler. You could’ve probably talked for hours if not for the booming voice of the announcer ringing out to signal the start of the fight.

Cheers fill up the audience as the introductions proceed with both men standing at opposite corners of the ring. Everything is so loud and intense, you miss most of what is said about Taehyun. It’s easy to spot him against his opponent's bright green hair. His hands are clad in red gloves which match his shorts. From your seats so close, it's easy to see the steely look in his eye, brows shadowing his cheeks. Tension is thick in the air, beneath the harsh white now spotlighting the ring, everything burns up. Your heartbeat builds in your ears with unease, your breath held tight until the final signal goes and the match finally begins.

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WHAT YOU DESERVE

: ̗̀➛ Y/n is beloved by thousands on the internet, being a popular streamer. However, they’ve never been able to find nearly as much affection in their love life, despite searching for years. Just when they’re close to giving up on love all together, they suddenly find their romantic prospects on an upturn.

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🪡15 | Smoked Grapes With a Wizard/ Don’t Let Me Succumb To My Shrimp Cravings

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 2,475

The wizard has been quiet as of late.

You wondered how he was doing up in his laboratory in the far off corner of the castle, high up in that single-windowed turret…

The wooden door creeks open… and on top of a vintage old cabinet the size of a grandfather clock sat a creature on all fours, hissing at your presence. “Who dares enter these sacred grounds— ???”

You removed the black-red cloak from your head medusa-style, “Beomgyu, get down here.”

And so the wizard floats down, giving you the tightest squeeze. “Y/N !!!”

It didn’t matter that you were eighteen and a legal adult, let alone Beomgyu being a year away from twenty, sometimes, some things are unchanging…

"So, how may I help you?"

Beomgyu sits on a round wooden table covered in fuzzy-furry periwinkle fabric, assortments of magic crystals and test tubes and other witchy stuff you’d expect from a wizard. Books that look like they’ve been used before, read over, but not bookmarked in the slightest. Scrolls of ineligible notes and cutesy little doodles scattered on another table…

The whole place was so overwhelmingly witch-coded you seriously can’t put your attention on one thing without taking a second glance before realizing you’re eyeing a rabbit’s foot on a necklace or a jar full of shark teeth, following one bizare thing after the other.

And the little witch must’ve noticed how off-putting you were so he turns his back around to pluck out the nearest object around him— smoked grapes. “Want some? They’re good, like, really good.” Beomgyu raises his arms defensively. “No weird magic stuff going on with these grapes! They’re simply a sign of hospitality—”

“Then why the smoking incense and white stones?”

There was indeed an assembly of white pebbles leaning against a glass jar of burning incense under the hanging grapes.

“To keep them clean, duh. Don’t wanna attract any nasty spirits chewing on the souls of my fresh grapes.” Beomgyu munches on a bloated grape. “Selenite should do.”

You cast him the most sceptical side eye you could muster, eerily similar to that of Taehyun’s, “Mhm, yeah no, totally fresh, mhm.”

Beomgyu does the same before lightly slamming his fist down on the table. “I’m not joking! I bought these yesterday—”

“The only thing you’ll be attracting are fruit flies and Hazelnut—”

“— From Choi Soobin—!”

“— Don’t get me started with the ants— Wait, Soobin? I’ve heard of that guy before...”

“His father is a farmer.” Beomgyu rests back on his chair, as if disclosing that information would regain your memory. “Like, the rich conglomerate kind.”

Choi Soobin… Choi Beomgyu…

“Is he your brother?”

Beomgyu looks as if his soul left his body. “Don’t ever say that sentence ever again.”

“Question, not sentence, but okay—” Realization hits you like a truck, remembering that one kid from your twelfth birthday party, “OHHHH, THE BEBE REXHA FANBOY?”

And here Beomgyu thought this interaction couldn’t turn any less South. “YEAH—?”

“OHHH ONE OF HUENING KAI’S OLD CLASSMATES…” Silence. Followed by a shallow sigh and a pair of arms crossed over your chest as projections of past memories began seeping in. “Ah… gone were the good old days.”

Right.

That was what you came here for.

You never thought you’d see the day where you borderline ramble to a wizard on top of his magical lopsided coffee table, but here you are, looking elsewhere, leaving Beomgyu in uncomfortable silences, the elephant in the room so huge, so obvious and so clearly there.

And all Beomgyu could do was sit and watch.

It was the same with the prince.

Though Beomgyu wasn’t technically under Taehyun’s reign, he still had some significance to Taehyun in some way, didn’t he? Like you and him, they were roughly the same age, knew each other since the very beginnings of their teen years.

They are freinds.

“Hey, Taehyun.” Beomgyu would call out. “Is everything alright?”

Taehyun could tell Beomgyu’s question was more directed towards the external happenings of the castle, but he knew, deep down, he also meant to ask regarding the prince’s state in it of itself.

And so the prince would say ‘It’s alright, I’m alright.’ or ‘Huening Kai will come home, he’ll come home and be alright.’ or both.

And Taehyun himself seemed… alright, as he stated. Pensive, a little, his thoughts ended as soon as they’ve began. But at least he was hopeful, perhaps even genuine.

It wasn’t quite the same for you now was it?

The moment you saw glimpses of him in your head… distant memories of that crying little knight on the moor… you couldn’t possibly force that thought aside now, could you?

Beomgyu gazes upon you once more.

Yearning.

You reeked of it.

Beomgyu passes you more grapes while popping more of those delectables into his mouth, sticking it to the inner part of his cheek. “You alright? You don't look alright...”

You nod while your head hangs low.

Beomgyu smiles, and not the bad kind where you wish to chew his face up and spit it back out on the top of his neck. “Tell me now, what’s on your mind? I’ll do anything to help.” And that was the sound of someone who cares, like, really cares. He moves forward, in a whisper-shout, “Because I’m a wizard, and that’s what I do.”

… It took you a while to speak, but that was okay.

It took you a while to look at him completely in the eyes, vulnerable and scavanging for the truths hidden inside of you because honestly speaking you were so clueless and could be doing better at the moment and that is completely okay.

"I've... been hitting roadblocks recently." You voice out.

It was a good start.

Vague, but for what it's worth, it’s the truth.

Beomgyu has no intentions of disregarding what the Royal Seamstress has to say. "Figuratively, I'm guessing."

"Well… yeah..."

"Hmm. This is about Huening Kai, isn’t it?"

"What-? I mean…” Your thoughts fumble against one another. “…no? Well— kinda??? but, how did you know?"

"I'm a wizard, Harry!" Beomgyu thinks he got the quote right. He deludes himself to think he got the quote right.

"Being a wizard and mind reader are two completely different things."

"And I don't have to be either to tell that everything has been a little shifty recently!"

"Hm. Touché. Alright, Beomgyu, yeah, this is about Kai.”

“Did you guys have a fight?” Odd how the words came out soft over that smug smirk.

“Not really. I mean, we talked. Before he left, we talked a lot. A whole lot. And… it didn’t feel...”

“You wished he was here right now?”

“Hell yeah I do! I practically grew up with that guy and now he’s on leave for who knows how long? How am I supposed to be okay with that? How the hell am I supposed to be okay with any of that?” You didn’t snap, not quite. If you did, this whole turret would be turned upside down and Beomgyu would have to live in the horse barn outside of the palace walls which he was absolutely not looking forward to due to past circumstances. This was more of a… ‘I’m so so very stuck I can’t find my ways around this dead end’ type of moment.

And Beomgyu wouldn’t admit how entertaining it was watching the castle crumble over an ending he knew would play out just fine.

He’s fifty-four percent sure of his predictions, anyway.

“No one told you to feel okay with Huening Kai leaving.” A short pause. “But… the Universe surely expects you to, one day, be okay with his departure. Accept the fate the Universe has laid upon you, even if you don’t agree with their terms and conditions.”

You sat on your seat, mouth agape. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, whoa.”

“To say I’m impressed is an understatement. Is ‘post-philosophical rambling’ a side effect of eating these grapes?”

Beomgyu seemed mildly offended by that remark, nonetheless, he knew you meant no harm. “No, it isn’t. I’m just built like that. Most stereotypical wizards are.”

“Does this imply that you truly believe you fit the ‘ordinary wizard’ category? Come on, I thought you were cooler than that, Beomgyu.”

“No, I’m hot and young and single, unlike any other wizard you’ve seen before!”

“Why did I even ask.”

Beomgyu leaned in all of the sudden, elbows on the table, butt in the air, like an elementary school kid getting you in on a little secret. “Okay, if you want to see him again, I can do that. Well, kind of, anyway.”

Now you’re getting somewhere.

You leaned forward, elbows on the table, butt floating and all, too. “Tell me you have a teleportation spell.”

Beomgyu furrowed his brows, almost ridiculed at your idea that a wizard can do something as simple as a teleportation spell. “What? No, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give you that… unless getting eaten up by dragons is your sort of thing, I don’t judge.”

“That’s not—”

Beomgyu sat back down, wooshing his arm against the table in one swift motion like a matchstick against a clean surface and in display was a translucent crystal ball standing over a black standee you would’ve easily mistaken as a mini stove top for mice. “I have a crystal ball, and we can see what Kai’s up to.”

“… Like, right now?”

“Yeah, right now. Or look at his past, or future possibilities, that’s my favourite.”

You began to wonder if Beomgyu used his crystal ball for other purposes that weren’t very necessary and borderline illegal. “Anything. Just show me anything.”

“Alright! Stare into the ball and tell me when an image starts forming.”

“… Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing?”

“Oh yeah no it is! It just takes a little while to smoke up and it’s much easier to have someone watch over the ball for me—” Beomgyu almost sprung out of his seat. “AHA! WE GOT SOMETHING!!”

And something we’ve gotten indeed…

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A tent. Multiple yellow tents, around twelve of them. All over a flat hillside was a glamping area full of knights in silver armour, carbon copies of each other, all gathered around with assortments of fire wood, banjos, sauce bottles, harmonicas and premium wagyu beef.

Huening Kai was one of the few who carried firewood, his campmate and school friend had on a saxophone and a pair of hand fans that said ‘I put the ‘Slay’ in ‘Dragon Slayer’’.

“Take one, you might need it later.” Yeonjun said, hand extended to pass on the offer to the Commander Knight.

Huening Kai shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“No Kai, hear me out. We’re out here in the middle of nowhere, the option of being buttass naked completely thrown out the window because ‘oh dear what if a dragon attacks us out of nowhere?’ right?“

”…Mhmmm…”

”And that means we’re expected to be in armour pretty much all the time, right?”

”Well, yeah…”

”So we’re going to be in full metal armour while conducting a barbeque where there’s a huge open fire."

Huening Kai blinked thrice.

He wordlessly snatched a fan from Yeonjun. ”Remind me not to succumb to my shrimp cravings after this. Or don’t. I don’t know.”

Yeonjun smacked his tongue like a disappointed Asian mother. “We’re going to end up losing half of our dispatch team over a barbeque instead of unexpected dragon attacks at this point.” His hand fan swings from side to side, allowing his fresh thick black hair to sway in the breeze. “Should we make an announcement to the ‘general public’?”

Huening Kai’s wrist lazily rotated the half opened hand fan, chuckling, ”...nahh.”

Yeonjun chuckled, too. “Eh, I’m not feeling it either.”

”Mhm.”

”Commander?”

That got Huening Kai out of a daze he didn’t even know he was in to begin with.

”Oh. Uhh… what?” A forced cough. “What is it, hyung?”

”Cheer up, man, we don’t have to barbeque if you don’t feel like it. I have jenga back in my tent, brought it all the way from home, 'cause I know you’re good at it. Sometimes.”

Perhaps a proper Commander Knight would kick Yeonjun back into his senses and go, ‘Jenga?Seriously? On a dragon slaying mission?’ And Yeonjun would retort with, ‘If we’re expected to spend the next couple of years of our lives like this then we better give in to our guilty pleasures while we’re at it.’ And Huening Kai should’ve went, ‘Jenga?!’

But… Huening Kai was just Huening Kai, so all he said was, ”Oh… yeah, I guess. Thank you. Thank you for giving me company throughout all of this.”

And Yeonjun, being one of Kai’s closest friends that still stuck with him even when he dropped out half of junior high for knight-in-training practice, goes, ”You know this isn’t the last time you’ll see my pretty face but, sure. Anytime~”

☁︎⋅

A thick cloud varnishes Yeonjun’s compassionate charming face.

The ball was empty.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… Okay see now I’m kinda jealous.” Beomgyu helplessly tosses himself on his seat, merely laying on its non-existent arm rests. “A barbeque? Without me? Heh, okay, I’ll just have to come up with a fool-proof hypnosis potion on the king, maybe sneak it in his morning coffee brew, and then repeat the words ‘send the wizard to the knight camp, send the wizard to the knight camp’ over and over again until he’s fully hypnotized and before you know it, I’m on a pegasi carriage going for the dragon hunting site!!”

Your blank face musters up a weak smile, arms crossed, hunched forward. “Or, you could just work on a teleportation spell instead of going through all of that.”

“… And this is why we are best friends.”

“You were literally so opposed to that idea seconds ago.”

“Well, Y/n, as you can see, times have changed and people change.”

It was insistent.

It tugged your gut and spoke repeatedly, in the most respectful ways possible, ‘get out of here, you must go, now, get out of here’ , “Thank you, Beomgyu. I think… I think I know what to do now.”

The only thing the wizard could do was smirk, seizing over the lopsided coffee table. “Where’s my pay check?”

“It’ll come in the form of a silk blazer.”

“Haha, you’re too funny…" A pause. "HAH?! You’re serious?!”

“Mhm, figured that cloaks were too stereotypical for wizards.” You slammed the table, anything but angry.

So very far from being angry. “Thank you so much, again, I mean it, I really do. Thank you thank you thank you sooo much.��

Beomgyu swipes with a swish of his arm, and the crystal ball was gone. “It’s a pleasure to serve you, Seamstress.”

And when you exited his lab, door fully shut behind you, Beomgyu whispers to himself…

“Love... a whole lot of it.”

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♡𓂃A/n: bonus quotes that didn't make it into the final cut bcuz I can't get over this dynamic!! ->

Wizard! Beomgyu: “I kinda wanna turn you into a fruit fly now.”

Seamstress! Reader: “I kinda wanna sew your mouth shut now.”

“Why do you have to hang out with Taehyun so often?”

“We’re besties. Also, these grapes are genuinely really good.”

“Awww, thanks!”

“Choi Soobin knows what he’s doing.”

“…”

“And so do you, Gyu. Can I call you that?”

“Yes, you may, stinky.”

“What was that?”

“Seamstress. I said seamstress.”

“Mhm… I’ll let that one slide… for now… because my head is actually buzzing.”

“Oh no! She’s becoming a fruit fly! The horror!”

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soobin was busily munching on his favourite bread that you had surprised him with today when you showed up on his doorstep. your boyfriend had taken it happily and almost squeezed the life out of you gave you the biggest hug in return.

he had forgotten about it then, since he was more excited to see you after almost a week. you guys talked for hours about everything and nothing until you both ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

when you woke up you were covered in a blanket and your head on a pillow instead of soobin’s chest and you immediately sat up to look for him. you spotted him sitting at the table, snacking on the bread and scrolling through his phone.

he looked so cute in that moment, that you decided to remain on the couch, your arms resting on the edge to watch him.

as he chewed, the dimples in his cheeks appeared and disappeared as he occasionally wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face.

it was simple, mundane moments like these that made you feel so happy and alive.

soobin finally looked up catching your loving gaze and he smiled instantly, his dimples on full display. “y/n! you’re awake!!” he stuffed the remaining piece he was eating in his mouth and grabbed a fresh one from the bag and walked over to you.

you scooted over and patted the spot beside and he sat down cross-legged to face you.

“here! you must be hungry after your nap.” he held out the bread to you and you accepted it, grateful for the snack.

“how long was i out?” you ask as you open up the package and take a bite into the bread.

“like three and a half hours,” he says, and raises his thumb to the corner of your mouth to wipe off some crumbs. “you must’ve been tired.”

“yeah, i’ve been very sleep deprived sleep deprived lately.” as if on cue, you yawn making soobin smile again.

you reach your free hand to poke his dimple and it makes his smile widen. “what are you doing?” he asks trying not to laugh.

“have i ever told you how much i love your dimples?” you say between chews, before you cup his cheek in your hand.

“hmm, yes. i think so. multiple times actually.” he puts his hand over yours and holds it. “but i can’t remember the last time you told me you loved me.”

you roll your eyes. “i’m pretty sure i told you that as soon as i saw you.”

“but i want to hear you say it now.” he pouts and squeezes your hand slightly. “pleaseee,”

you sigh. “fine since you asked so nicely,” but you continue to munch on the bread and wiggle your eyebrows at him.

“ahhh y/n!” he whines shaking your hand, which was still in his hold.

you finish the last few bits of the bread, trying to hold in your laugh before you free your hand from his hold and grab his face in your hands.

“soobin. i…” you trail off and he grows impatient and wraps his arms around you into a bearhug.

“say it,” he says as he starts to tickle your sides. “or else you’ll never be free from me.”

“s-soobin,” you want to reply but he doesn’t stop making you laugh uncontrollably. “let me breathe!!”

“you ready to say it?”

he finally stops, lessening the grip on you and you take in a few breaths before you look up at him. “ i love you.”

he grins and starts to hug you again, resting his chin on the top of your head. “i love you too.”

[3raaaachachacha]

3:32 pm

Choi Beomgyu x female reader / 579 words / fluff

Warnings: none

50. “In my defense, I really wanted to.” & 51. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

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There was one benefit in being friends with Beomgyu besides his funny humor, even if you didn’t want to be known by the staff at HYBE, you were. Every time you walked in to visit the boys or bring them treats, you were always greeted by the staff and immediately let in. You felt like royalty since you didn’t even need a card to pass.

You got off the elevator and walked towards their usual practice room to see the door already cracked open. You scrunched your nose as you moved to peak into the room. It was a sight you sadly saw too much.

“I will kill you Beomgyu! How dare you dump flour all over me? I’m all sweaty!” Yeonjun screamed as he chased Beomgyu around the practice room, while Beomgyu laughed and screamed simultaneously.

You entered to see the other three just watching them, but smiled at you when they saw you. Huening Kai stood up, giving you up a hug before wrapping his arm around you, “They’ve been going at this for thirty minutes now. I don’t think we’ll ever get back to practice,” He sighed.

You handed your bag to Huening Kai before moving out of his grasp, “Yeah! What the fuck is going on?” You yelled, pulling the two of the away from each by the ears as they both yelled in pain.

“Yeah, Y/N! That hurts,” Yeonjun whined, trying his best to get sympathy points.

You let the two of them go and frowned at them, “Sit both of you!” They did as told, scared of you when you got like this, “What happened?” You rubbed your temple as if you were speaking to kindergarteners.

“Beomgyu put flour on the door, so when I came back from the restroom, it dumped all over me! Now my shirt is ruined and I’m all gross!” Yeonjun whined as Beomgyu did his best to not laugh. The other boys continued to snicker about the situation, now enjoying the snacks you brought them.

“Are you fucking 12 Gyu?” You scolded with a loud sigh, “Can’t I ever come to see you guys without you two fighting over something? It’s always the stupidest shit too!”

“In my defense, I really wanted to do it,” He laughed as Yeonjun wanted to do something, but didn’t as you scolded at him then turned back to Beomgyu, “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“You broke the friendship law! You ruined my favorite shirt man!” Yeonjun sounded as if he was going to cry.

“Jun, go wash your shirt. It’s just flour, it will come out and it’s not ruined okay?” You kneeled down to talk to him before patting his head that was still full of flour, “Maybe take a shower too or at least rinse off,” He nodded at you, feeling a bit better now as he quickly stood up to go do as instructed, “And you,” You exclaimed, turning to Beomgyu, but waiting to continue until Yeonjun left, “Nice one!” You fist bumped him as the two of you laughed.

The other three watched in amusement, “It’s like a reality show, I swear to god,” Taehyun said, munching away on the pastries you had brought.

“I’m Team Beomgyu,” Huening Kai chuckled, taking a sip of the iced coffee.

Soobin scoffed with a mouth full of chips, “Yeah right, Team Yeonjun all the way!”

Taehyun rolled his eyes at the entire room, “What did I get myself into?”

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[thecheesebar]

Prompt #27

Soobin

Prompt #27: "I just want ice cream..."

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Inhaling deeply you intake the smell of fresh brownies that filled the air. “Mmm, it smells so good!” You shout, unable to contain your excitement.

“Be patient, they’ll be done soon,” Soobin says from the living room. You stretch your arms out on the table in front of you, “ugh! I can’t wait any longer I’m practically drooling over here,” you whine with eyes glued to the oven. After about ten minutes the oven dings and you push yourself off of the chair hastily putting on the oven mitts before pulling out the brownies.

Setting the brownies down on top of the stove, you take off the mitts and with a lick of your lips you slowly extend a hand out. Before you can reach the brownies Soobin slaps your hand away. You scrunch your face at him while he shakes his head in response, “careful, it’s hot.”

“Yeah well you didn’t have to hit me,” you mumble rubbing your hand. “Aww I’m sorry,” he holds his hand out and with a fake pout you place your hand in his. He guides your hand upwards and his lips press against the back of your hand, leaving a tingly sensation. Beaming from ear to ear you lean in close to him, meeting his lips halfway. “Don’t worry, I'm just teasing.”

You let minutes pass by, allowing the brownies to cool off a little. Eventually the brownies become cool enough and you two enjoy them. “Mmm,” humming and grinning you munch happily on your brownie.

“How are the brownies?” He asks as if it wasn’t obvious enough. The corners of your mouth curve downwards and you scrunch your eyebrows in thought. “They're good…”

“But?” He asks, noticing your unsatisfactory tone. “It’s so warm and gooey, that all I can think about now is how much I just want ice cream…” You say with a goofy smile forming on your face at the last half of that sentence and Soobin quickly mirrors your grin.

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[2ynjns]

when their fem!friend turns into a 5-year-old || tomorrow x together

scenario: you turned 18 years old a few months after huening kai did and one day you woke up into your five year old self. having to live alone away from your family, you didn’t know what to do so you decided to call your best friends and told them to come to your place as soon as possible.

yeonjun

as soon as he arrives at your place, he is shocked

but lord knows how this man loves kids

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE GOT EXCITED SEEING WILL AND BEN FROM TROS?!

Anyway

“y/N?! who’s kid is this?! WHERE ARE YOU?! whY DO YOU LOOK LIKE HER?! IS SHE YOUR HIDDEN LOVE CHILD?!”

“no mf! it’s me! y/n! in my 5 year old self”

he would NOT question how why what where and when

he’s just be like “AWWEEEE Y/NNNNN SO CUTE” and hugs you

would take care of you

he’s going to *try* to help you go back to your normal form

but he’s lowkey praying inside that you’d stay as your 5 year old form

you’d be like >:(( HELP ME PLEASE

and he’d just be like cooing at you

“aweee little baby” “don’t be upset! you’re cuter this way.”

and you’d be like (- _ -)

eventually you would give up asking for his help

so you’d just sit on the couch alone pouting with crossed arms

he’d giggle at the sight and take a picture of you and would send it to the other boys

but he’d cook food for you so you won’t be upset anymore

“do you want some ramen?” and you would be nodding furiously

you’re one hungry babie

then after he cooks you would try sitting on the dining chair but it’s too high

so he’d giggle EVEN MORE and help you up

he would carry you everywhere with any way possible

he’d carry you like a sack, or like a newborn, or like a toddler

he’d most likely follow you around to watch you, like a kid, well technically you are

he would also hold your hands everywhere you go

“jjun, it’s still me, just even smaller.”

“well i still need to follow you around, what if you need help? what if you hurt yourself? look at you and your tiny self.” and he’s gonna shake his head

you took a nap with him on the couch, your tiny form laying on top of him like a baby

then you woke up and you realize you’re at your big form again

BUUUT yeonjun, instead, is in his 5 year old form

“OMG YEONJUN?!?!

soobin

mans is whipped as hell

without question, he’d know that small child inside your house alone is you

he wouldn’t even question if you were another kid or what, he just knows it’s you

WOULD IMMEDIATELY CALL THE OTHER BOYS

not to help you, but to tell you how adorable you looked

he would dress you up and do your hair

he’d treat you like a literal kid

he would dare to help you because he’s enjoying taking care of you

chile- you’d look like his kid no cap

he’d quickly go to the store to buy a cute dress and cute hair accessories

then he’d dress you up and put clips on your hair

“do you also want toys? i’ll get you some.”

you were like “well if you help me get back to my old form, i’d very much appreciate it.”

“uuhmmm… no.”

he would be forgetting your actual form and you’re mentally 18 years old

so when he makes you shit on his lap and play with you like a kid, you’d be like “bro i’m 18”

he’d stop working and stare at you

error 101

“oh yeah huh.”

he loves playing with your hair

treats you like his daughter

just like with yeonjun, you would give up and just let him do whatever he wants to do with you

he would brush your hair and tie it into two pigtails and put two big bows

soobin your hidden infantilization kink is showing LMAO

anyway, you’d need cuddles

so he’s be sitting on your couch and you’d be sitting on his lap, facing him and your face against his chest

rubbing your back and tapping your buttocks like a kid

you’d fall asleep, snoring lightly

few hours later you’d be waking up on the floor, in your normal self

you got up happy

and once you saw a small body laying on your couch, you’re like

(O . O)

“SOOBIN YOU’RE 5!!”

beomgyu

this mf

as soon as you explain to him that you transformed into your younger self….

would make fun of you

and laugh at you

“HAHSJIHSADHHEK Y/N IS A KID HHHHH”

you’d cry, you really didn’t want to make fun off most especially you’re way smaller now and you can’t hit him

so he’d stop and say sorry

he wouldn’t help you either

not because he doesn’t want to, he just don’t know how to

so instead, he’d take you out on an amusement park

and he’d make you have fun in your little self

“do you wanna ride the carousel?”

you’d look at him weirdly while you waddle away from him

“sure i guess.”

you got in the ride and chose the light blue horse

but guess what, because you’re tiny you can’t get on the horse

so he’ll carry you up

and poke fun of you again

“aigoo wittle y/n is even wittle”

then he’d crack a laugh

you’d get upset and pout, then you’d look away

throughout the whole ride you would be looking away from him

not paying attention on what he’s babbling

once you leave the ride he’s kneel in front of you

“did i make you upset? awe i’m sorry” :(

then he’d pat your head

and hug you

you’ll be hugging him back, wrapping your arms around his neck

then, he’d just carry you, legit

and next stop is the ice cream stall

still carrying you

“why did you carry me?” “you walk slow,” you’d roll your eyes

the worker would coo at you and beomgyu

“awee your sister is so cute! here you can have this strawberry ice cream for free!”

then eat it in one bite, “beomgyu, i want more”

the worker is like o.O how??

anyway you got your second ice cream

at the end of the day, beomgyu slept with you in your bedroom. he’s cuddling you as if he’s protecting you from the monsters.

the next morning you felt small hands wrapped around your waist

so you opened your eyes and looked down

“omo. gyu wake up! i’m big now and you’re the small one!”

taehyun

taehyun taehyun tsk tsk

he’s the most rational one

at first he wouldn’t be convinced that it’s you, that you’re the kid

so he’d search for big y/n inside your place

to find out there’s no big y/n around and realizes that the small y/n is the big y/n in the small y/n form

if that makes sense

WELL ANYWAY

he’d sit on the couch, then he’d also sit you on the couch

examine you from head to toe

then he’d just smile widely and lift your small feet

“hehehe so smol”

You: >:(((

he’d pull your hair playfully to annoy you because this man is secretly whipped for you

he just keep on denying it

he’d also take a lot of pictures and videos of you

mostly to keep it and blackmail you with it

he’s the only person who’s gonna try to help you go back to your normal form

although he doesn’t want to, he’d still help you

“how did you turn like... this small?”

you blinked and sipped the chocolate milk that he gave you

“i woke up like this.”

(-_-) “y/n you’re not beyonce”

>>:((( “i’m not lying! i literally woke up and i’m 5 instead of 18!” you fought

you crossed your arms which made you spill the chocolate milk on your shorts

*shakes head*

he’d try to look for clothes in your closet that would fit your small body

but no clothes meh meh

he’d quickly run to the nearest store and get you the cuTEST jumper set and headband

he just found it cute, d w he doesn’t have a bad dollification/infantilization kink unlike soob

he’d also grab some tteokbokki on the way

lowkey worried if you were doing okay alone at your place

but like even though you’re mentally 18, you’re still physically 5 so for some reason he thinks you’re lowkey incapable not in a bad way tho

my god you would devour the tteokbokki

“jeez, don’t eat like a kid.” and wiped your mouth

you sitting in the chair with stacks of pillow to boost you up, also waddling your feet since it doesn’t reach the ground

“technically, i AM a kid.” *munches on tteokbokki*

while you’re bored on the floor, laying on your stomach, taehyun is just on his phone

you had no idea but he’s quietly searching about your situation

you suddenly fell asleep

he heard your snores

he cooed and guess what

more videos!

he also fell asleep on the floor, both of you laying on your stomach and facing each other

around midnight you felt a sudden urge to drink water

so you opened your eyes

and yoU SCREAMED

“TAE YOU’RE A CHILD!!!!!”

huening kai

this loud mf will scream once he steps inside your place to see a child sitting on the floor holding your phone

“Y/N WHO IS THIS KID?!”

“shut up! i’m y/n! get your butt over here and help me!”

he was lowkey scared to be near you

but he’s be sniffing you, lifting your arms and legs

then he’d giggle

“heh you’re cute.”

he’d take you to his dorm actually

although all the boys are there cooing at you and babying you, you’re just in kai’s room mostly

he’d give you all his plushies

compare your size with his plushies’ sizes

then he’d giggling some more

once you felt a little tired you laid in his bed with arms open looking up in the ceiling

“being a kid is boring.”

next think you know he’s rubbing your belly

WILL RUB YOUR BELLY NON STOP

okay but you know how kid’s bellies are usually rounded and not flat?

exactly

that’s why kai loves to rub your belly

he’d give you piggy back rides

don’t really know how to baby you because he’s a baby himself

but he understand your baby nature

babies unite!!!

he’d let you braid his hair or tie it

you’d be sitting in the couch and him on the floor while you put random clips on his hair

then the other boys would videotape it

“look at both of our babies… aigooooo!” -txt

would make cupcakes together

your little self would just be passing the ingredients to him while he does all the work

but hey it’s still teamwork yk

after both of you would be high of sugar

very very energetic

also is obsessed with your laughs

the pitch is higher and cuter

so he’d purposely make you laugh

and he’d be clapping bc of how adorable you are

would ask the older boys to order you food just for you too

“c’mon hyung, little y/n is hungry”

“just tell us that YOU are hungry”

still ends up ordering a lot of food

you’re slurping the jjajangmyeon and he’s be hella ready to wipe your mouth for you

would also clip your hair back

but he’d accidentally pinch your scalp instead

“kai, that hurts!”

“eeehhh sorry :””(“

after eating all the food

you’d be knock out on his bed

then him next to you

both of yall cuddling a plushie each

he wakes up first tho

“y/n wake up! you’re normal!”

you opened your eyes to see a 5 year old kai

“am i dreaming or you’re 5?”

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

[21:33] roommate!Soobin x gn!reader, crack, mentions of food, cursing

"Ugh, I fucking hate this", you groan while rubbing your temples, dropping the pen on your notebook. Your midterms were coming up and you were stressing over mathematics for dear life.

"Mental breakdown again?", you hear your roommate crouch over your head, munching chips. "Shut the fuck up, Soobin, you're not the one having midterms", you roll your eyes and he snorts.

"I know, that's why I'm doing nothing!", he smiles and plops himself on your bed, his hand into the plastic bag. "Chip?", "No thanks, the last time I want right now is unnecessary fat and barbeque powder on my fingers", "Not my problem, that's more chips for me~", he sing-songs.

"How can you be so relaxed all the time?! It's unfair!", you whine in protest. "Oh, that's easy, dearest Y/N", Soobin props himself on his elbows, "Drop out of college. Or change your major, I guess". You result in throwing your notebook on his head and he barely dodges it, catching it with his hands.

"You're stressing over maths? Ew", he grimaces as he skips through the pages of your notebook. "Just because you hate maths, that doesn't mean the rest of the world does", you deadpan. "I mean, yeah, but maths? They are useless! Why study maths when you have calculators?", he states and you look him dead in the eye.

"Choi Soobin, get the fuck out", you push him out of your room.

"Why are you booing me? I'm right!".

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Author's note: Uh- yeah. Welp, enjoy💀

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[peachyteez]

mint chocolate chip ice cream ≫ DAY TWO, CARROTS.

this abandoned, shy bunny hybrid loves hanging around the open field area of the recovery facility. one day, with the help of jungkook, another bunny hybrid, jiyu meets mingi. after days of mingi being too shy and running away from her, a bag of carrots and mint chocolate ice chip cream was all it took to seal the deal.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: fun fact, i almost accidentally deleted this whole thing when i meant to edit it 😭

✧ WARNING: small mention of abuse

back。| next。

“since when did you like carrots that much?” yeonjun asked as he eyed the huge ziploc bag of carrots that jiyu took out.

“they’re not for me,” she wryly chuckled. “you were right yesterday, there was a stray out in the field. a bunny one,” she explained. “he seemed pretty frazzled and scared, so i thought carrots could help.”

yeonjun gave a small nod. “what are you planning on doing if he warms up to you?”

jiyu bit her lip in thought. “i actually haven’t figured that part out yet...” she sheepishly admitted. “but yunho told me about a friend of his whose also bunny hybrid. he had red hair and this bunny hybrid also has red hair, so i was going to ask him if he knew yunho.”

“and if he doesn’t?”

“...then i’ll just ask if he has a place to go home to. which there’s a high chance he doesn’t, he’s a stray after all...”

yeonjun twirled his pen in between his fingers. “well, one of the hybrids under my care is going to be transferred to the adoption center soon. if you want and if he doesn’t have a place then he can take that spot,” he offered.

with a small hum, she got up with the bag of baby carrots. “that sounds great. thanks, jun!” she chirped before leaving to go outside. she hoped to see the tall, red-haired bunny hybrid again.

and she was in luck. stepping out to the spot from the previous day, she found the bunny sunbathing in the sun. his arms were crossed under his head as pillows and his eyes were closed. he seemed so at peace that jiyu felt it was a crime to have him run away if she were to startle him.

feeling someone’s presence behind him, the bunny hybrid’s ears perked up in alert and he instantly shot up into a sitting position. turning around, his eyes widened seeing jiyu there. with a gasp, he frantically curled into a defensive huddle as he trembled from fear.

jiyu frowned before sitting down a distance away from the stray hybrid. “i won’t hurt you, big guy,” she gently reassured, a soft smile on her face for extra reassurance. “you could run me over with how tall you are,” she chuckled.

peeking his head up from his curled up position, he warily observed jiyu. his eyes stopped at her nametag. hwang, jiyu. hybrid caretaker.

hybrid caretaker? where am i? he thought as his eyes flitted through his surroundings. this isn’t a park?

“um...” jiyy hesitantly called out to him. she brought the bag of carrots out from behind her. “i brought carrots as a sign of peace...?” she sheepishly said.

he felt his mouth start to water at the food in front of him. it’s been a while since he had a decent meal; he had previously been digging through various trash bins from restaurants for food, as well as occassionally raiding a few vegetable gardens here and there. he glanced up at jiyu, then back to the bag. it went on for a while before jiyu gently pushed the bag closer.

seeing that jiyu was just sitting there, he slowly crept to the bag and snatched it before scurrying back a few feet farther away from her. she didn’t do anything. instead, she sat there with a warm smile as she watched him open the bag and start munching on the carrots.

“so cute...” she mumbled under her breath as she watched the giant bunny devour the contents of the bag. a small frown took over her smile. “he’s eating like that’s his last meal...” she realized as she watched him more.

once he finished, he slowly moved closer to her and slid the now-empty bag towards her before scooting back a safe distance again. instead of curling up into a ball, he sat with his knees against his chest, arms wrapped around his legs. he curiously stared at her, waiting anxiously for her next move.

“you were pretty hungry, huh,” she said as she took the bag and put it in her pocket. “are you a stray?” she gently asked.

he lightly nodded, an action so small that it could’ve gone unnoticed to an unobservant eye. jiyu’s eyes wandered to his bare neck. “hm...just like him.”

who’s him? he cocked his head to the side at her mumble. his ears swayed with his head, making jiyu smile.

he’s too cute, oh my lord. she internally squealed. but the more she observed the hybrid in front of her, the more she was convinced he was yunho’s friend. they both had red hair, and they were strays. it adds up, but what if she was wrong?

“hey bub,” she quietly called out to the bunny as to not scare him. “can you tell me your name?” she saw him tense at her question. she deflated a little. i guess it’s still going to take some getting used to.

“hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me,” she followed up after seeing his hesitance. “i know you’re probably still wary, so i won’t force anything.”

before he could react, jiyu stood up and stretched her arms above her head. “i’ve said this countless amount of times to hybrids i work with, but the humans here, myself included, won’t harm you. just remember that, yeah?” she smiled before turning around to walk back into the building since she had to start making her morning rounds. “i’ll come back out again at twelve-thirty,” she called back to him.

he stared at her retreating figure in wonder. she’s weird... however, despite his earlier doubts, he spotted the familiar woman coming towards him later that day. in her hands were bags of what he assumed to be food.

she sat a safe distance away from him again and pushed another bag of carrots towards him. “i would get you something else, but i’m not quite sure what else you like besides carrots,” she explained with a meek smile.

like earlier, he slowly took the bag and scurried back a good distance away before munching on the orange vegetable. there was so much he wanted to tell her, but he was scared. memories of his old home flashed through his brain. how he was punished when he spoke up about his own feelings, thoughts, opinions...basically anything that went against what his owners wanted. it scarred him; since running away, he never gave his opinion on anything for others. he just went with the flow. while it did benefit him, there were times it got him into hostile situations.

he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a small gasp from the woman in front of him. stealing a glance at her, he found her entranced with a butterfly that had landed on a flower next to her. with the way her eyes sparkled in fascination, she resembled a child that was getting to know the world for the first time. it almost made him laugh. almost. seeing her pout when the butterfly flew away was the cherry on top and a tiny giggle passed his lips. he slapped a hand over his mouth. luckily, since they were a distance away, she didn’t hear him.

“aw man, it was really pretty, too,” she pouted as she watched it fly away. turning her phone on, she realized her forty-five minutes were up. she cleaned up her trash and stood up. “it’s time for me to go,” she announced the bunny.

mingi just stared at her before looking down at the bag of carrots in his hands. he had only munched on half of them, and he was quite sad that he had to give up his food. sensing his distress, jiyu chuckled. “you can keep the rest of the carrots. i gave them to you after all.”

his eyes slightly widened. jiyu smiled before waving. “see you around, bub.” she discreetly smiled at her lunch bag that she had left behind.

watching her walk off, mingi continued munching on the baby carrots. as he reached in for another, he realized he had eaten them all. frowning at his lack of control to save them, his eyes landed on the bag that jiyu left behind. scurrying over, he was about to go after jiyu before he saw a note taped to the paper bag.

i had a feeling you’d eat all the carrots so there’s two more bags in here! eat them to your heart’s content! also, let me know somehow of there’s anything else you want to eat :)

a foreign feeling bloomed in his chest. it was like warm fireworks, a feeling that made a genuine smile appear on his face. opening the bag, he found two ziploc bags of carrots and a water bottle. she’s weird...but nice.

“be glad i went home and sacrificed my carrots for you,” yeonjun flicked her forehead when she came back to her desk. “now i gotta stop the market for more before soobin whines...”

“sorry, jun,” she sheepishly said. “hongjoong told me we ran out so i thought you’d have some because of binnie.”

“you owe me one,” he ruffled her hair, but his smile said otherwise. “so how’s the stray bunny?”

“he’s adorable, but still guarded. he was too hesitant to even tell me his name.”

“give him some more time. knowing you, you’d probably find a way to help him open up like you did with seonghwa and hongjoong. just follow your instincts and gut.”

remembering the way the bunny hybrid had munched on the carrots, the way his eyes would sparkle in curiousity, the way his ears swayed with his head, jiyu chuckled. “you’re right,” she replied, unaware of how she had made the bunny’s day.

[fa1ryofshampoo]

pairing: soobin x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, lots of making out, kinda smutty

i got carried away i dunno if this was too long for a timestamp but anyways, here's my first work!

[10:12 PM]

I spent my whole day sitting on the bed with the laptop on my lap, sipping water from my tumbler whenever I feel my throat getting dry, munching on the sandwich I made hours ago, and getting up to go to the toilet whenever I feel the need to.

"Fuck, it hurts," I mutter and massaged my throbbing temples. I feel like crying from both the pain of my head and irritation from working the whole day. As if on cue to cure my aching head, the door of the room opened, revealing my ethereal-looking boyfriend Soobin. I opened my arms, asking him for a hug as I closed my eyes and sighed. He did not hesitate to come sit beside me and hug me.

"How was your day? I watched Music Bank today. You and Arin did so good like usual," he chuckled from my sluggish way of talking.

"I'm good, I feel okay and you look like you're not. I know you will be working the whole day so I brought you something," Soobin grabbed the paper bag from the table beside my bed. "Eat that. I know how much you love ramen and chicken,"

I almost cried from his thoughtfulness. I felt sorry because I know he's tired from work too but my hands immediately grabbed the chopsticks and digged onto my ramen. He patted my hair and tucked a few behind my ear.

As soon as I finished eating my food, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed to my lilac silk tank top and shorts only to find Soobin sitting on the bed and scrolling through his phone, still on his attire from work. I can't help but think how handsome he is wearing that tie and glasses with a part of his forehead exposed. I came up to him and sat beside him.

"You feel tired too, don't you?" He nodded in response and put down his phone. He hugged me and rested his face in the crook of my neck. His smell is intoxicating and I want him so bad right now.

"You smell so good babe," I whimpered when I felt Soobin's breath on my neck. His words sent me shivers down my spine. His left hand ran down my thigh then up to my stomach and drew circles. I closed my eyes out of pleasure, wanting to emit a moan from the growing feeling but my breathing isn't letting me.

Without a warning, I felt his lips collide onto mine. We both kissed each other needily. His tongue brushed onto my upper lip, releasing a groan after I met his tongue with mine.

I went on top, now straddling him while his body rested on the headboard. I pulled back for a while. His eyes show how much he needed me now. "You look so good, Soobin. So good," I let my hands run onto his shoulders, his chest, his neck, giving him sloppy kisses on his jaw. He bit his lip, groaning and holding onto my waist. His hips started making movements onto my pooling core. I pulled away again.

His hips kept doing his movements and his large hands now cupping my breasts from underneath my cloth. I wasn't able to hold back my moan anymore and started grinding my hips, meeting his movement.

"I guess I'm not the only one needy tonight, hm?" I bit my lips real hard, hearing our needy moans. "Tell me what you want, kitty."

The pet name turned me on more. "I want you, please. I want you," Soobin smirked. "You're so pretty," He looked at me with lust in his eyes.

"It's too hot now, Y/N. I guess taking these clothes off will help, yeah?"

Then and there, I lost it all. I grabbed him by his tie and kissed him again. This time, with much more need.

[ah-ga-seven]

Till’ The End Of Summer - Chapter 5

>> series masterlist <<

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Reader

In a Nutshell: College!AU, Rich Kids, Friends to Lovers, Fuckboy athlete Yeonjun, Overprotective Best friend Soobin, contains all of TXT and other Idol cameos, Omnipresent perspective.

Synopsis: You and Yeonjun are caught up in a cat and mouse game because of unspoken feelings and endless pining for each others’ attention. With the summer break approaching and lots of college parties, will you finally get a chance to explore your feelings for each other; even though the world and Yeonjun’s reputation makes things complicated?

Word count: 5K.

Genre: Fluff, Angst.

Warnings: Mentions of a broken family, verbal and mental abuse.

A/N: English isn’t my first language, pls don’t come for me ;)

Yeonjun was sprawled out on your couch, lying down like a starfish. His attention completely focussed on his phone, as he scrolled through his endless Instagram feed.  

You stood in your kitchen, occasionally staring at him as you cut up some fruits for the two of you to snack on. The sight of him being so comfortable on your couch made you reminisce to just days ago when you couldn’t even imagine him ever stepping foot in your home ever again.

But boy, how times have changed.

Just a week ago you were at the festival, where you argued, got hurt, and shared your first kiss. It all seemed like it happened months ago, but the reality of it all was the opposite. To be honest, being with Yeonjun made the time pass effortlessly, which is both a good and dangerous thing.

To your friends’ knowledge, both of you had made up and decided to leave your feud behind you. What they don’t know is that you are trying to make your relationship work behind their backs. You felt awful about lying to your friends, but you and Yeonjun both agreed that it would be better this way, so you can both figure out your feelings for each other before your friends get a chance to meddle in your business.  

No one would be caught in the crossfires or have to pick sides if things ended up not working out, but with how everything was going in this week alone, you have to say that you don’t expect a negative outcome.

You’re falling, and you’re falling fast. Yeonjun makes you feel warm inside. He’s respectful, patient and the more you get to know him, the more you realise how similar the two of you are. You spent the past week having little dates at your place, just talking, eating, and watching movies or listening to music. He was careful though, not wanting to say or do the wrong thing or move too fast. He was afraid to scare you away if he would show all of his affection for you at once. So, he held back. Though as time passed, he started to not care anymore.

He loved how shy you got every time he stared at you or held your hand, kissed your cheek, or when he stole a quick peck from you when you’re focused on something else. The shock on your face is what got him going. He thrived from being in control and making you feel small. Because to him, you were adorable when you were flustered. Yeonjun had never been in a serious relationship or any type of relationship that went further than the physical stuff. With you, he had to start from the beginning. It made him nervous because he didn’t know how. He didn’t know when he was overstepping or when he was doing too little. To be honest, you just made him a nervous wreck. Although the same could be said for you. You can’t really explain it because you are comfortable around him but at the same time every single time you catch him staring, you want to run the opposite direction.

You look up from your cutting board to steal a glance from Yeonjun again but to your surprise, his form had left the couch. You were about to look around for him but before you knew it, you felt two arms snake around your waist. Startling you lightly.  

“Hi,” he whispered in your ear while placing a soft kiss on your temple. You lean into him. Chuckling as you put a grape in his mouth, which he basically vacuumed inside with his pouty lips.  

“Mmmh,” he moans in satisfaction, letting go of you to grab more of the grapes. “They’re so sweet,” he hummed. “Don’t say it…” you breathe, but you know him better than that. A smug grin crept on his face. “Almost as sweet as you” he teases, beaming at you knowing how much you cringe at his awful pickup lines and dad jokes. Moments like these made it seem like you were a married couple, but then again; you weren’t complaining.

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing him aside as you grab the plate of fruits. He follows you to your living room area and sits down on the couch while you sit down on the floor at your coffee table, folding your legs over each other to make yourself comfortable.

He looked at you funny, unsatisfied with the fact that you decided to sit so far away from him. “Are we strangers?” He scoffs grabbing your arm as he pulls you in his lap. You giggle as he starts to tickle your sides. He doesn’t stop there though as he tickles you without mercy, trapping you under him on the couch while he continues to taunt you. You gulp for air between your cackles and slap his chest to get him off.

“Y-yeonjun stop I can’t breathe,” you cry out and he gives in. Concluding the moment with a sloppy kiss on your lips which he deepens as he laces his slender fingers through your hair.  

You close your eyes, getting lost in the moment, until your doorbell rings.

Your eyes widen and you push Yeonjun off, which earned you a glare.

“Shit” you hiss, straightening out your clothes while walking to your front door. You stand on your tiptoes to try and see through your peeping hole and you’re surprised to see Soobin standing in the hallway.

“It’s Soobin” you whisper-scream and Yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll back to the back of his head. “Why is he here.”

“I don’t fucking know, go hide!”

“Hide?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“Yes, Yeonjun. Hide” you say a little louder.

“Where?” He asks dumbfounded. You could tell he was annoyed, but this was part of the deal. No one would find out until the end of summer. Especially not Soobin.  

“In my room, now gooooo,” you say as you push him into your room closing the door behind him, not giving him a chance to complain. You quickly skim your living room with your eyes trying to detect any evidence of male energy around but there was nothing to be found except for Yeonjun’s shoes, which you concealed by throwing your coat on top of it.

Soobin’s impatience got the best of him as he started knocking on your door again.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming,” you say in a sing-a-song voice.  

You quickly make your way to the front door, opening it and welcoming Soobin with the most genuine smile you could manage to put on your face.

“Heeey” you greet him with a hug, you had to stand on your toes to properly hug him but you didn’t mind. Soobin smelled like clean cotton and Iris flowers, which made you melt into the hug a little. You had to admit, you missed him.

“Hey” he cooed. “Why do you smell like male cologne?” he questioned and chuckled, but the comment caught you off guard and panic was evident in your eyes. He noticed and laughed loudly.

“Chill, I was just kidding,” he says as he walks into your living room, plopping himself down on the couch in the exact spot where Yeonjun was lying just seconds ago.

The sight made you paranoid and your eyes dart to your bedroom door, but you quickly turn your attention back to Soobin. Trying not to make things too obvious.

“Not to be a dick, but why are you here?” You ask sitting down beside him.  

Soobin cocked his eyebrow at you and he scoffs indignantly.

“I just missed you. You barely ask me to hang out anymore. How are you so booked and busy when it’s summer break,” he pouted. He spotted the fruit plate on your salon table and grabbed a handful of grapes, munching on them one by one.

“Ahh, I just-”  

“Is it because of the whole Yeonjun thing that you aren’t coming over? Because I thought you made up?  And he’s been missing as well, he’s barely home anymore so, it’s not like you’d run into him if it makes you feel that awkward…”  Soobin says insinuatingly, looking at you. He was trying to read you and jumping to his own conclusions, but it somehow helped you since you didn’t know what to tell him anyway.

You just nodded, making him think he made the perfect assumption and you could tell he physically relaxed as his shoulders dropped a little.

“I just needed time,” you start. “But I’m okay now, I promise. I’ll come over tomorrow for game night with the guys and Mia.”  

Soobin’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh, the boys will be so happy.” 

He clapped in his hands like a kid and gave you a beaming smile.

You couldn’t help but reciprocate the smile and you playfully nudged his shoulder.  

“What are you doing? Wanna go get ice cream?” he asked looking at you expectantly.  

“Uhm, I can’t, I have a family Skype call” you half-lie. You did have the Skype call, but not anytime soon.

“I can stay for that? We’re close,” he simply states.

“I also have to Mary Condo my closet,” you shrug. You need him out. And fast. 

Knowing Yeonjun’s extra and impatient ass, it would take 5 more minutes before he’d blow your cover.  

“I can help with that too.” Soobin’s persistent fiery side was showing. He could read you like a book and noticed how you wanted him out. Although he didn’t know why. He sat up, still staring you right in your soul waiting for you to respond.  

“And have you going through my underwear? No thanks,” you joke light-heartedly but you noticed how he sensed something was off. He squinted his eyes at you and looked around your living room.

“Hmm, okay,” he said getting up. “Then…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” He gave up. Knowing you wouldn’t give up either. The both of you could go at it for hours like this. But Soobin figured you needed space.

You followed him to your front door and he turned around on his heels, wrapping you up in a tight hug, resting his head on your shoulder. “Don’t be sad okay,” he sighs and your heart hurts at the sweet gesture. You hate having to lie to him but you know it’s for the best even though the guilt is eating at you in a moment like this.

But you knew that this was the only way Yeonjun and yourself were going to be able to explore your feelings for one another.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you say letting go off him and giving him a genuine reassuring smile. He smiled back at you and nodded.

“See ya,” he says as he opens your front door and walks out. You wave at him until he’s out of sight, strongly exhaling as you close the door behind you. You rest your forehead against the doorframe to organise your thoughts. Realising how much of a shitty friend you have been to Soobin lately.

You sigh and turn around throwing your head back, but as you pass the corner, Yeonjun was already standing in front of you, arms crossed while tapping his heel to your wooden floor.

“That took forever,” he huffs.

“Well, he knows me better than anyone Yeonjun, he knows I’m lying to him.” You brush past him, making your way to your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. You realise your tone might have been a little irritable, but it’s you who you’re frustrated with. Not him.

Yeonjun just studies you, leaning on your kitchen counter as he watches you chug the contents of your cup away.

You bite your lip, giving Yeonjun an apologetic look as you meet his eyes again. “I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent and rubbed his forehead. “When it’s just the two of us, it’s great. But I don’t wanna have to hide in closets and Anne Frank you, y/n. I want to take you out on dates. Show you off. Post you in my stories, all the dumb shit.”  

“Well you came up with this whole deal yourself mister, and it’s been fun and all but I still barely know anything about your life outside of school and if I have to judge you based off of those stories then I’m not sure if I can trust you wholeheartedly," you explain softly, trying to avoid eye contact with him. You know his eyes are burning into you, so you just play with the rim of your cup.

“Why can’t you just see me for the person that’s standing in front of you right now instead of caring what other people have to say about me,” he says looking at you in disbelief. His tone was cold but most of all, he was sad and hurt.

It was almost like he took every win with a loss.

You were lying if you said it wasn't hard to trust him. But you also knew he had to earn it. The short week that you've been dating was way too short of a time frame to judge his sincerity off of, but when you're alone with him he's nothing like the person he is when he's with his friends. He's not as loud and boastful with you, but you're not sure if that's just a mask he's putting on for you.

“I want to” you say lost in thought. You didn’t even notice how Yeonjun got closer to you until he placed his hands on both sides of your face, making you look up at him.

“I don’t know how many times I have to assure you that I’m not going anywhere, but I’ll keep doing it if It makes you feel any better. The whole Yeji thing was a mistake, it shouldn’t have happened and I know that. But you promised that you would let that go and give me a real chance, but I don’t think you’re really doing that y/n. It’s unfair to me.”  

You sigh, defeated. “You’re right” you admit.

Yeonjun shoulders fell, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “I am?”  

“Yes, you are,” you roll your eyes and Yeonjun’s face lit up. He showed you his boyish smile and squished your cheeks together in his palms. “Good, because I blocked her number, unfollowed her, and unfriended her all together” he states proudly.

Your facial expression spoke for you and he chuckles. “Yes, for real,” he says reading your mind.  

“It’s not like I would ever ask you to do that.”

“But you’re glad I did?” He asks snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“I guess so...” you sigh, melting into his embrace.

You decided to chill for the day and watch a movie while the two of you were cuddled up under a blanket together. Luckily, you were both the type to talk through movies, debating why certain characters would do or say what they did. It was fun to pick each other's brain and you felt content and relaxed in his embrace. Every single time he chuckled, laughed , or hummed at your comments you felt his chest vibrate, sending shivers down your spine. His warmth was addicting and you can’t quite explain what it is but you felt safe.  

Your mind went into overdrive for a second and you recall your little argument from this afternoon. It was insane to you how quickly both of you went from angry and worked up, to completely peaceful and content. You weren’t quite sure how Yeonjun brought the worst and the best out of you in such a short amount of time. Your mind flashes back to your argument about his lack of opening up to you and you start to wonder why sharing his troubles and feelings with you is such a hard thing for him to do.  

You blinked a couple of times, not realising that you weren’t paying attention to what Yeonjun was saying so he nudged you a little. “Are you tired?” he whispered as his hands rubbed up and down patterns on your back to show comfort.

You look up at him and shake your head. “No, I was just thinking…” you say moving a strand of his hair from covering his eye.  

“About what baby?”  

Before you could open your mouth to speak, your phone started to ring. It was your scheduled family Skype call. It’s something your parents swore by, every Thursday night they would call you to check in on you, and see your face. Aside from the constant texting throughout the week of course.

You sit up. “I have to take this.”

Yeonjun looked at the caller ID and grabbed the remote to pause the movie.

You sit up, turning sideways so your back was leaning against the armrest of your couch, with your legs draped over Yeonjun’s lap so he’d be out of sight.  

You fix your messy hair and answer the phone, putting on your sincerest smile as you see a blurry image of something that looked like a terrace.

“Dad?”  

“Dad you need to turn the camera around, I can’t see you guys.”

“Oh honey, you never seem to get this right.” You hear your mom argue in the background and a smile crept on Yeonjun’s lips at the interaction.

You roll your eyes, chuckling as you finally see your parents’ faces.

“Hi sweetheart.” Your dad smiles at you fondly.

“Hey, how’s Italy?” you ask looking at the tans that both of them had developed, already knowing the answer.

“Amazing, but it would have been better with you here of course,” your mom says.

Your parents’ lifelong dream was to travel through Europe, and this year they finally got to turn that dream into a reality. They worked hard for it, and you wanted It to be something they did together, hence the fact that you decided not to join.  

“See, you say that mom, but I don’t think you mean it," you and your dad start laughing while your mom innocently fails to see the humor.

“I mean it y/n” she pouts. “I miss you a lot.”

Yeonjun decided to occupy himself by grabbing his phone, going through his social media but in reality, he was listening to your conversation with your parents. He didn’t quite realise it in the moment but he was happy listening to your playful banter and the sound of your giggles. He has always longed for that type of affection from his parents. He longed for the same type of warmth in his family. The type of warmth that isn’t bought with a new car or other meaningless expensive items.

All he truly wanted from his parents was love. But they failed to give that to him in his upbringing, as they were never around, too busy with their careers to care.  

The call with your parents didn’t last much longer due to a bad Wi-Fi connection on their end. You sigh as you put your phone on the table. Averting your attention back to Yeonjun.

“I’m sorry about that”  

“No, no. Don’t apologise. That was really cute” Yeonjun says giving your thigh a small squeeze as he smiled at you.  

“Cute? How so?” you chuckle genuinely confused.

“I mean that you have a cute relationship with your parents, that’s all,” he says calmly, grabbing the remote to press play on the movie again.

You frown, taking the remote control from him which made him lock eyes with you.  

This was your chance to ask questions, and so you did.

“Don’t you?” You ask cautiously.  

Yeonjun sighs. “I don’t wanna bore you.”

“No, please. You know you can tell me anything." You say grabbing his hand, rubbing those comforting circles on to the back of his hand with your thumb. The same way he always does with you.

He looks at your sweet gesture and his shoulders fall. He takes a deep breath and looks you in your big innocently sparkling eyes again and his whole body relaxes in an instance.  

“My parents married each other out of a business agreement. I am just a by-product of a business deal, nothing more than that,” he sighs.

“How…could you say that?” Your heart breaks at his words, and suddenly a lot of puzzle pieces fall into place.

“That’s what my dad tells me.” He let out a bitter chuckle, but you couldn’t believe your ears and didn't believe his unbothered demeanor

“To the outside world, my life seems close to perfect but in reality, it’s far from it. I’ve always gotten what I wanted, sure. But no amount of money can buy someone’s love...I guess.”

How could someone so unbreakable and incredible as Yeonjun, carry around this much baggage? This much hurt and resentment. The people that were supposed to be his safety-net and the warmth that he is to you, were everything but that. They were cruel and abandoned him as a child. Your mind couldn’t fathom the reality of things. Yeonjun could have turned out a lot worse, and suddenly you thank god that he hadn’t.

He continued to explain how his desire of being the greatest in everything he does, is because all he wanted was to be noticed by his parents. That his efforts would earn a simple “I’m proud of you, son” or an even simpler. “I love you.”  

You realize that his fear to commit comes from the fact that he doesn’t know what true commitment and love feels like, and as the realisation struck you. Tears start to fill the brim of your eyes.  

You hear him sigh.

He was hurting, and the fact that he made this all seem as if it wasn’t a big deal hurt you even more.

“My mom is the better one out of the two, she checks up on me at least once a month.” He smiles that bitter smile again, looking up at the ceiling with his arms crossed.

“You and the guys are the only ones that sort of know about this by the way. I intend to keep it that way, I don’t want the campus to turn into a pity party for me,” he says absentmindedly. He didn’t know why he felt the need to clarify that, maybe it was the hyper-masculinity kicking in. Although he knew he could trust you with anything, he somehow still felt the need to justify himself.

As he sensed your lack of talkativeness, he looked at you. Startled when he sees tears spill from your eyes.

He sits up in panic, not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to deal with emotion.

“Wh-why. y/n, are you crying?” he asks, eyes getting sad as he launched forward. Placing his hand in your knee in comfort.

You sniff and wipe your tears with the sleeves of your shirt. “I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t apologise” he says pulling you into his chest, cradling you like a baby. “I’m okay, I promise. Please don’t cry for me.  I made peace with it a long time ago.”

You sniff into his chest. “You shouldn’t have had to. You should have had parents who care about you. Parents that see you for the amazing person that you have become.”

“No, stop. I’m none of those things.”

Shit. This was a deep-rooted problem. A problem you weren’t sure how to start fixing. He thinks so little of himself, thinking he isn’t worthy of love and affection when the opposite was true. The meaningless sex was just a coping mechanism. An effort to find the warmth he longed for as a child. The warmth he still longed for right now.

You sit up, cupping his face, and littering his features with kisses. He melts in your touch, a soft giggle escaping his lips.

“Yes. You. Are” you say in between kisses.  

He took your hands from his face, making your look up at him in confusion with your innocent doll-like eyes. He sighs, avoiding your gaze.  

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” he says softly. And you nod in agreement.

You would never push him to open up to you more, and honestly, you weren’t sure you could handle more revelations at the moment. You were happy he told you what he did. It helped you understand him, and somehow it made your desires for him burn more passionately than ever.

He got up, stretching his body as he yawned. “I should get going, it’s getting late. I promised to teach Hyuka how to drive tomorrow,” he states.

He was running from more confrontation and you knew it, but you decide not to be clingy and give him the space he needs, even though every fiber of your being wanted him to stay. You decide to let it go.  

You pout up at him and he chuckles, bending down to give you a passionate kiss on your lips. "Don't worry about me."

You nod and get up to walk him to your front door and watch his tall figure elegantly cascade around your small living room, retrieving his belongings. When he found his car keys, he turned back around to look at you and he melts at the sight.

You were playing with your fingers, eyes big and insecure. You wanted to hug him but you weren’t sure if he was up for more affection.

He hooked his pinky in yours, pulling you towards him as he envelops you in the tightest hug he could possibly give you without smothering you completely.  He sniffed in your sweet perfumy scent that he loved so much and made the hug last a little longer than usual. He realised just how hard he had fallen for you in this moment. He didn’t want his dream-like blooming relationship with you to end before it started, but he also couldn’t help but think that you deserved someone better than the emotional fuck up that he is.  

You deserve someone who can love you back with the same amount of love that you give, and he knew all too well that he had a long way to go before he could give you anything close to the emotional stability that you deserved.

You stood on your tip-toes and pecked his lips once more. Yeonjun sent you a sweet smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb before he turned the knob to your front door.  

“Text me when you get home” you yell after him, but he didn’t respond.

As Yeonjun turns the corner of your apartment building he can’t help but drag himself down with his emotional state. The conversation with you unlocked memories that he had locked away. His mind starts to find more and more reasons as to how you deserve better than him. How he could never be enough for you and how he could never truly promise that he wouldn’t hurt you no matter how much he cared for you.

He was fucked up, and no one better than Yeonjun himself knew that trying to get you to love him was the most selfish thing he could have done.

Yeonjun opened the door to his expensive car, sliding into the drivers’ seat, starting the engine at the same exact time as the skies started to cry. It looked like a scene out of a damn movie.

Rain was falling like there was no tomorrow but he couldn’t get himself to drive off. He threw his head back. Listening to the loud sound of thick raindrops attacking his windshield in a rapid tempo.

His mind flashes back to the night before he left for college.

Yeonjun packed his bags with loud music blaring through his Airpods. He was feeling extra productive and he had almost finished packing all of his necessary belongings.

His father walked in, startling Yeonjun and snapping him back to reality as he took out one of his Airpods to listen to what his father had to say.

"Aren't you supposed to be gone already?" His father said picking up a picture from one of the boxes situated on his bed, scoffing as he looked at the picture of Yeonjun and his friends as he put it back into the box.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Good, I was going to turn this room in to a gym." his father huffs

Yeonjun clenched his fists, trying to hold back his anger. "I don't know why you bother talking to me if this is how you're going to act." Yeonjun says, knowing he's probably going to get a verbal beating in return for his smart mouth but his dad just laughed at him.

"You're right. Just remember who's paying for your education smart-ass."

"What's going on?" his mother emerged from the entrance of Yeonjun's bedroom as she heard them argue.

"Nothing," his dad replied looking at Yeonjun. "Nothing at all."

A sudden surge of anger jolted through Yeonjun’s body as he snaps back to reality, and in response he hit his steering wheel as hard as he could multiple times in attempt to release his anger. Tears start to prickle his eyes at the bitter memory and he decided to let go. Drowning himself in the sorrow he felt and carried with him.

He cried for the first time in what felt like forever. Letting go of all his resentment and pent up frustration as he wept with his head hung low on his steering wheel.

If only money could buy happiness.  

Chapter 6

[softhourtxt]

family of six | txt

× au: roommates with txt × pairing: txt x reader × genre: fluff × warnings: none × word count: 1,2k

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you often decide to buy everyone snacks on the way home

sometimes you like to pretend like you only bought stuff for yourself so that the boys will start whining and calling you a meanie

and then you will eventually pull out their snacks from your bag

;

you plop down on the couch between soobin and yeonjun

you pull out a whole bread from your bag and start munching on it, quickly catching soobins attention

he starts whining and asking for a piece

you pretend to feed him but do the classic and pull away, eating it yourself

> soobin gets desperate

he is actually begging you to give him a crumb

"i'll give you a little crumb if you call me noona/hyung"

":(( noona" / ":(( hyung"

satisfied, you pull out another entirely untouched bread from your bag and hand it over to him

"!! you had more"

"of course i did"

cue yeonjun looking over with a little pout

"what about me? 🥺"

"well i have one more bread so i guess you can have it"

also one notable thing is that you always have someone there to comfort you when you have nightmares

no matter the time, everyone is 100% ready to loose sleep until you've calmed down

and depending on who's offering you that comfort, they all have their own ways

the first few times you went to soobin for comfort he was a little ?? confused

you had woken him up by gently shaking his arm and he had been a little annoyed but when he heard your sniffles he just-

confusion + worry ↗️

you asked if he could keep you awake for a little while so you could forget about your nightmare

soobin was like "uhh yeah sure" bc he was sleepy ok??? it was awkward

you two sat on his bed just talking quietly about the good times until you started yawning and believed it was okay for you to go back to sleep

he followed you back to bed to make sure you made it safe and once he was satisfied, he threw you a thumbs up and ran back to bed

if you woke up yeonjun, he'd hug you, cuddle you or play with your hair

whatever type of physical comfort you were comfortable with, he'd give you it

he'd listen to you if you needed to talk or tell you about his day if you wanted to stay quiet

when you're ready to go back to sleep he will come tug you in and kiss your forehead ok??

maybe even stay for a while to lull you to sleep uwu

if the dream was rly bad you'd go to beomgyu

the boy knew how to listen to you and would give you witty advice on how to fight the monster in your dreams next time

he'd tell you about his own nightmares until he had convinced you that your nightmare was nothing but a little thing you could laugh about

you'd propably end up making new inside jokes each time just to annoy the rest of the boys with

if huening kai ended up being the one you go to, the two of you would always end up in the kitchen

he'd make you hot chocolate or tea to warm you up in hopes it would calm you down

just whatever easy he could prepare for you in the middle of the night without being too loud

kai would sit down with you and bring up something the both of you love to talk about

he'd wait until there's even a hint of a smile on your face before he'd let himself get back to sleep

honestly,,,,, sometimes you wanted to avoid waking taehyun up

you loved the boy to pieces but there was something scary about going to wake him up just to hear "what?"

but just like soobin, the second he hears your sniffles or weak voice, he gets worried

tsundere much?

he sits up in his bed without saying anything and makes room for you to sit down next to him

you can tell he's a little annoyed you woke him up but if you ask about it, he denies it for your sake 🥺

he's actually soft so he will hold your hand even if he's tired

and when you think you've calmed down enough he will hug you and tell you to sleep well in the sweetest most caring voice,,,,,,

,,,,,,,you and beomgyu have the most inside jokes for sure

don't lie to me you probably consider him your bestest friend

like,,, if you want a fun time? choi beomgyu is your man

the rest of the boys often find you annoying when you're being loud around the dorm

and if someone tries to parent you when you're with beom

"oKaY mOm"

you're literal kids

if you're older than hyuka, he's ur babie

periodt.

and if you take a parenting role, he will c o m m i t to being your one and only babie

"(y/n) soobin won't let me eat the last cookie :(("

“(y/n) taehyun is angry at me, protect me! :((”

if you're younger

then oh boy

he will constantly be reminding you of that fact

"(y/n)-ah~~"

"i'm your oppa/hyung right~~?"

you’re about ready to slap him each time

he finds it absolutely hilarious that he's not the youngest in the dorm and he can tease you about it

your favorite activity together as a big family of six?

movie nights

it’s become more of a weekly tradition

you throw a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor to make it cozy, order in food and decide on a film to watch

tbh most of the time you argue over which movie to watch

y’all end up picking sides and sometimes having playful pillow fights over it

“i wanna watch finding nemo!” -you, smacking beomgyu’s head with a pillow-

“hey why did you smack me? i want to watch that too!” -beomgyu, smacking back-

“don’t fight!” -soobin, smacking beomgyu-

so you came up with a rule to have turns on who gets to decide

there are still arguments over who’s turn it was to decide but it’s less dramatic

and once everyone has settled down and a movie is already playing, it’s finally peaceful

hint; if you’re scared of horror films you might end up in someone’s arms

and get teased for it

“lmao (y/n) was clinging onto soobin’s arm the whole time”

“i thought it was a pillow”

“sure”

“whatever you’re just jealous!”

and listen, the amount of blackmail that goes on in the dorms

is r i d i c u l o u s

you’re seen cuddling with taehyun?

huening kai takes a photo and laughs at it for forever

soobin steals your food?

yeonjun uses the info to get you on his side

someone (beomgyu) doesn’t use honorifics?

be prepared to die

but all in all, it’s always playful

you all know you love each other and that’s why by some miracle, the six of you living as roommates works :)

[yoonki-boonki]

Hey, just saw your txt drabbles post. Can you write a yeonbin drabble with literally any theme that is maybe not an au. Like the first thing that comes to your mind but preferably not angsty xD

Thank youuu

here u go ~~ hope u like it!! "Do you think he knows?" Yeonjun asks Beomgyu as they munch on snacks in between practice. They both have been working extra hours to perfect their moves, their facial expressions for the upcoming performances- straightened fingertips, stable feet, a smile, a wink here and there for the fans.

Beomgyu shrugs, "I don't know," he takes a sip of water, flips his hair away from his eyes, "why don't you just tell him?"

It resembles a slap against his cheek- hearing those words. "Wait," Yeonjun squints his eyes, opens and closes his mouth before continuing, "you don't think this is lame? That it's a losing game?"

"Uhh," the boy stretches his sore muscles, mulls the answer in his mind for a bit, "-no? Why?"

And it comes as a surprise, Yeonjun wonders if Beomgyu even understands what this conversation is about, wonders if he should laugh it off, pretend it was never about -this-, still, "Pursuing a romantic relation with a member is a dive into the deep end."

Either Beomgyu's not interested enough, painfully tired or Yeonjun's too nervous about this topic, "Yeah," the younger shrugs once more, "if you refuse to talk about it, address it like adults- sure."

And it's stupid, it really is, but it fills Yeonjun with hope- that unstable, rooted in emotion rather than facts type of hope. The one that clogs his head with air, takes him somewhere high above the clouds where he becomes one with the sun.

"What if I did it today?" he says, and his breath gets caught up in his throat.

Beomgyu seems to notice the adrenaline that has taken over the latter, the wide eyes staring back at him, the recklessness of it all. He laughs, "I dare you."

That's the thing about the sun- it burns. Yeonjun can feel it in the place of his heart, "-shit," and then again, "shit, -shit- okay, okay." It hits him like a wall, a reality check, there is a chance this might work out, there is a chance he has been wrong all this time. The possibility sizzles addictive at the pit of his stomach. He can't say no to it. He's going to do it, he knows it. "But how?"

Now Beomgyu looks more woken up, excited at the turn of events, "Taehyun's at the studio, I can text Kai if he wants to get food with me."

It sounds like a plan, and Yeonjun's freaking out a little bit by now, "But what do I say? What if he hates the idea of it?"

Beomgyu already has his phone out, swiping the screen from the shade of pitch black to Yeonjun's ominous future, "Then you move on, laugh it off, tell him it was a dare."

Yeonjun thinks he might be losing vision, the nervousness lulling him into a state of disorientation. Then, Beomgyu's phone ding's and the boy's standing up from the floor, reaching for his hoodie. "You go, tiger, it's your time to shine!" Apparently, that's all that it takes in the younger's point of view.

Yeonjun uses his last piece of mind to stare the latter down, giving him his best unamused facial expression as the younger leaves him, waving goodbye with a glint in his eyes. It's now or never, huh? 

It takes Yeonjun about fifteen minutes to gather courage, figure out, then absolutely forget what to say, how to go about this situation, to lock the practice room's door and head to their dorm.

When he walks inside their shared space- it's quiet. Yeonjun hopes Soobin hasn't gone to sleep, then hopes he has -hopes he has moved dorms, countries-, then rolls his eyes, tightens his own fist and reminds himself that it's going to be alright. Either way. 

The knock on Soobin's door goes unheard, so the boy takes a breath and slides open the door, peeks inside. Soobin's in his bed, headphones on- those awfully big ones that require some kind of trained balance to keep them put-, he's in a pair of light blue pyjamas, staring at his computer screen. Then Yeonjun looks a bit more, looks closer and there are unshed tears in the boy's eyes. He must be watching dramas again. 

Soobin whips his head to face the older, goes to wipe the tears away- embarrassed. "Did you want something?" Yeonjun remembers he should have taken a shower before coming here, changed out of his workout clothes but it's too late for that. He puts on his most teasing smile, enters the room. 

"Crying again?" he says, but there's no bite to it, some might even say it comes out similar to adoration. 

Soobin shuts the computer, takes off the headphones as Yeonjun climbs next to him in bed, "stop," he whines.

It makes the older laugh, a moment of peace before his nerves rush back to torture him. "Soobinie," he starts, and can't make himself look at the other, "I need to tell you something."

He feels the boy shift beside him. Soobin takes his hands in his, and they're wider than his, a bit cold to the touch, "Is something wrong?"

Maybe. "No," Yeonjun replies. "No, no, nothing's wrong, I just-", and his mind goes blank. There are a million things he could say right now, a million ways he could act, but everything's out of place- Yeonjun feels out of place. What if this ruins their friendship? What if the rejection stings in his heart so much it becomes distracting? What if he says - it was a dare! I can't believe you thought it was real!- and each word grips a piece of his soul out of him.

Soobin pulls them both down, takes Yeonjun by his shoulder and pushes him beneath the blankets, covers them both up until their shoulders, "It's alright, you can tell me," the younger boy says. 

And suddenly they're face to face, and Soobin is wearing fondness all over his features. Yeonjun melts. He doesn't want this to be a dare, wants this to be real. Either way.

He half-whispers, voice going raspy, "Remember when we debuted, and then the next week you got so sick I thought you might just turn green?" Soobin nods. "I fell asleep by your bed three nights in a row- I was so worried."

"I- uh-" he pauses, "-and then a few months after that when you noticed I was draining myself, always at the practice room, you brought me water, stayed with me to make sure I wasn't being too harsh on myself," the older boy adds. 

"I remember."

"Soobin, I think-," Yeonjun flexes his jaw, his gaze drops to where their bodies disappear under the blanket. Allowing himself to dream of becoming an idol was difficult, telling his parents about it was even more. Training, debuting, too, but - this... He bites his lip, "I think those were the first times I thought I might like you a bit more than a group member, a friend."

And then the clock ticks somewhere in a room next to theirs, the bed sheets rustle, Soobin's breath echoes in his mind, cars pass by the building, the lamp flickers, Yeonjun's heart beats is in his ears, and it's so loud in this silence, and, and- 

Soobin pulls him closer, nearly strangles him against his own chest- Yeonjun's face uncomfortably rests against his neck. It's alright. The same hands- now three times warmer- are on his nape, holding him, petting his hair, brushing along the lines of his shoulders. 

Yeonjun wants to laugh, he feels confused, bewildered, "What are you doing?", but Soobin shushes him. The strokes against his skin become heavier until finally, something feels odd, and Yeonjun frees himself, looks at the younger. 

"Why are you crying?" he asks- scared of the answer- noting the hot tears streaming over the boy's cheeks. 

Soobin shakes his head, then laughs, his lips reddened, eyes puffy. "I-", he tries to say, "I'm so happy you said that," and the sun inside Yeonjun's body shines brighter than before. 

He goes to lightly hit the latter on the chest, "you scared me," but they're both laughing, and Soobin's pulling him back into his arms. "-shit, you scared me so bad," he says against the fabric of the blue pyjamas.

"I'm sorry," and Yeonjun can barely make out the words under all the sniffling, the dizziness. He feels Soobin plant a kiss on top of his head, goes limp. Wonders if anyone would notice if he slept in Soobin's bed from now on, figures he doesn't care, the others wouldn't either. It's alright.

I also posted this on my AO3  (its a bit angsty isnt it? T-T but .... its also cute, right?....)

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under your spell

♥ Characters: Hueningkai x reader/you

♥ Genre: fluff, high school au

♥ Words: 0.7k

♥ A/N: Inspired by Magic by Alexander Rybak. 💖

♥ This story is a part of ‘my cassette player’, a song-inspired TXT series. The stories aren’t connected, they can be read separately. 💖

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Hueningkai thought that he was losing it.

There was no way he was thinking about you more than his favourite mobile games. There was no way he had this urge to show you the collection of his beloved plushies. There was no way he walked past places and had this feeling, this tight feeling in his chest, immediately thinking about you, wanting to show you where he had been. There was no way he wanted to know everything about you from your favourite flower to the ultimate question of ‘for or against mint choco’, and there was absolutely, utterly no way that he was in love.

“Yo, don’t even try to deny it! You are so smitten for her, it hurts,” Yeonjun called him out on his ever so obvious dreamy expression, munching on his tteokbokki in between his remarks, cheeks full of food and eyes full of mischief.

“No, no…” Hueningkai protested immediately, throwing his hands into the air. “It’s just that we are bound to spend more time together since we are partners for the Japanese classes, and I guess I just want to know more about her,” he explained, letting out an awkward laughter by the end of his monologue, earning a deadpan expression from Taehyun and a knowing, lopsided smile from Beomgyu who seemed like he wanted to say something, but decided to keep it to himself instead.

The five friends were hanging out at their favourite tteokbokki place, the younger ones talking about their school days while the oldest two were rambling about their university assignments. They were quite a sight to behold; three boys in school uniforms, ties already loosen around their necks and sleeves rolled up, Yeonjun looking as if he had come from the runway in his patterned white tucked-in shirt, tight skinny jeans and black boats, hair perfectly styled backwards while Soobin was the definition of the soft college boyfriend look with his oversized, fluffy, beige sweater and midnight-blue jeans.

“Everyone says the same when they start liking someone,” Taehyun pointed out in his usual savage tone as he helped himself to some more side dish, not even waiting for the younger boy to protest.

Yeonjun raised his hand for a high-five, signaling his approval regarding the boy’s comment while Beomgyu continued smiling to himself, laughing silently at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

“I think it’s cute,” Soobin cooed suddenly, putting his hands over his heart. “I’ve never really imagined Huening in love, but he’s even more adorable than I would have thought so,” he chirped, absolutely soft for the youngest boy, pinching his cheeks as if he had been his grandson he hadn’t seen for years.

Hueningkai frowned, not at all amused by Soobin’s antics, instead, he tried to object as fervently as possible.

“I’m not in love, I’ve told you so!

“Yeah, just keep saying that to yourself,” Taehyun mumbled, letting a toothy smile stretch over his lips when he caught sight of Hueningkai’s facial expression. He could have been put in a meme with that absolutely stunned face of his, but the other boys merely laughed him off, knowing better than to take it for anything other than oh so obvious protesting that oh so obviously hinted that he was just hiding his real feelings.

Though he couldn’t help it.

Spending time with you was magic. Suddenly, you turned the ever so boring Japanese classes into something wonderful, something otherworldly. Suddenly, he didn’t mind when it was raining because you brought sunshine into his life anyway. Suddenly, even his mother’s nagging wasn’t that annoying. Suddenly, he didn’t mind the holes in his jeans or his bad hair days because the smile you gave him whenever your eyes met was more than enough to turn everything so trivial, everything so common and seemingly foolish into something magical.

Could this cotton candy-like sweetness, summer breeze-like freshness and pixie dust covered fairytale really be magic? Nonetheless, he didn’t want it to end. He was under your spell, and didn’t intend to escape anytime soon.

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Halfway There || Choi Soobin

➳ When feelings you thought have changed do a complete 180 in the midst of a total disaster.

↳ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader

↳ word count: 4.2k

↳ genre: fluff, angst?, medical au

↳ trigger warnings: mass shooting (NOT DESCRIBED BUT MENTIONED A LOT), mentions of suicide, panic attacks, multiple gunshot casualties, minor character deaths

↳Trigger warning note: PLEASE BE CAREFUL IN READING THIS FIC. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THE THINGS LISTED ABOVE--PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED UNDER THE KEEP READING SIGN. this is in no way romanticizing a shooting or anything mentioned in the warnings above--but this is a medical fic that takes place in an emergency room in the midst of a disaster, and i found that this situation is usually dealt with in the medical field would be plausible for the emergencies they would be able to respond to but still be able to interact with. 

↳ a/n: With regards to the general plot between Soobin and Y/N,,,, i had no idea what i was writing man i did this on a spur at 3am. Please be careful in reading, and please tread lightly. otherwise, enjoy this weird soobin fic i wrote because there are no soobin fics for me to read anymore hAHA pls send me some.

Screams, wheels on linoleum floors, beeping.

All those noises are tuned out by Y/N as she panted, two defibrillators in her hands.

“Charge again. 600 this time. You, move.” Y/N commanded, pushing the patient’s brother away. “No one near the patient. We ready?”

Beomgyu, Y/N’s best friend and co-doctor, nodded firmly. 

“Alright. Three, two, one.” Y/N said, voice alert. “Charge.”

The patient’s body lurched.

Y/N’s head turned to the heart monitor, cursing at the unmoving flat line.

“Shit, again. 800. Ready?”

“Yep.”

“3, 2, 1. Charge.” Y/N commanded, defibrillators firmly planted on the patient’s chest.

The patient lurched once more, and a slow beeping started.

Y/N and Beomgyu looked up at the heart monitor which now projected varying sizes of spikes—the patient’s heart was beeping again.

“Alright, he’s stable for now. Wheel him in, OR-5.” Y/N sighed, handing the defibrillator to a nearby nurse.

“Dr. Jeon is in, we’ll page him.” Beomgyu smiled, already on his pager.

As soon as the patient was rolled out of the emergency room and into the operating room, Y/N crashed into the spare bed.

“When will this end?”

“When your shift ends 4 hours from now.” Beomgyu chuckled, ruffling Y/N’s hair.

Y/N raised her head, pouting at him. “I just wanna go get some sleep, babe.”

Beomgyu laughed and pulled her up. “I don’t think we could, but what we can do is get some coffee at the Starbucks across the street.”

“You’re treating me?”

“You’re such a freeloader, but fine.”

“You have got to be kidding me right now.” Y/N groaned as she pushed the cafe’s door open.

There sat Huening Kai, her cousin and resident doctor, happily sipping on an iced americano next to Taehyun, his best friend from college.

Across them sat Yeonjun, one of the senior doctors of the hospital and next to him is Yeonjun’s best friend, Soobin.

Soobin.

Choi Soobin—she dreaded his entire existence.

Soobin, peacefully munching on a donut, heard the loud complaint from his seat and his eyes immediately darted over to the girl at the door.

“Y/N-ie!” Yeonjun greeted.

“Hey, Junie.” Y/N smiled politely, frowning at Soobin as she approached their table.

“Hey, troublemakers.” Y/N greeted, her hand landing on Hueningkai and Taehyun’s heads. 

“Your mentor teaching you how to slack, huh?” Beomgyu teased, walking towards the line.

“Actually,” Yeonjun raised his finger. “I am not their mentor.”

“All the more. Besides, you’re still teaching them to slack.” Y/N chirped.

“You’re one to talk, you’re here too!” Yeonjun whined.

Soobin chuckled, causing Y/N to shoot him a glare. “Can I help you?”

Soobin stopped abruptly, shaking his head softly.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu exchanged glances as Y/N started doting on Hyuka.

Soobin quietly stood up, excusing himself for the comfort room.

Yeonjun turned to Y/N and whined. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that you’re a fully-grown adult, a medicine graduate and a practicing doctor and yet you still act like such a child.” Y/N shrugged.

“Boo.” Yeonjun huffed.

“Yeonjun,” Beomgyu sighed. “He meant what’s your problem with Soobin?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“They used to date!” Hyuka chirped from his seat, causing Y/N to turn over to him.

“Oh, yeah. They got it on all the time at their house, Soobin was there almost everyday then.” Taehyun giggled, silencing immediately at Y/N’s sharped glare.

“You what?” Yeonjun asked, his eyes wide. “Oh my god.”

“Still finding out your name is Daniel was a bigger surprise, Daniel.”

“My name is also Yeonjun. Both are my names.” Yeonjun groaned.

“Bad break-up?”

“No, kind of?” Y/N sighed, eyes locking with Soobin who just sat down. “Soobin just gave me a good wake-up call.”

Soobin frowned. “Look, can you get over it? It was almost six years ago.”

“Seeing my ex make out with my best friend the day after we broke up was seems kind of like a hate-you-for-the-rest-of-my-life material, doesn’t it, Binnie?” Y/N said, voice emotionless and smile empty.

As Soobin opened his mouth to answer his defense, six simultaneous beeps sounded out.

The six doctors exchanged glances before checking their respective pagers.

Code brown. Shooter at Seoul Community College. First patients ETA 10 min.

Years ago...

Y/N’s eyes watered as Soobin bit his lip, his head bowed down low.

“No, no.” Y/N whispered, her eyes leaking tears—but she didn’t sob. 

She was quiet, and Soobin thought that hurt more than anything else.

“W-Why?” Y/N asked. “You told me you wouldn’t give up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Soobin, you said you loved me.” Y/N looked up, locking eyes with him. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me.”

Soobin gulped, looking at the side.

Of course, he loved her.

Soobin actually thinks he’s never loved anyone more than he loves Y/N.

But he can’t.

Soobin loved Y/N—a bit too much.

Too much that he was willing to throw everything away, that he was willing to just drop everything to be at Y/N’s beck and call.

Too much that he thought that he might suffer for it.

He might stop paying attention to class.

Too much that he thought of proposing, dropping is course and getting married, getting her pregnant and starting a family and a business.

That wasn’t in his plan.

When he said he wanted to be a doctor, his family made a lot of adjustments—budget cuts, his older brother going to a less prestigious college to save money, his parents taking on multiple jobs—just to give him his dream.

And now, he was here and thinking of dropping it all for a girl.

So, yes. 

He did love Y/N, but he had to choose.

“I can’t, because I do love you, Y/N.” Soobin smiled sadly. “I have to love myself and my family more.”

“Soobin, I don’t understand. I don’t—just—tell me.”

Soobin only shook his head, any explanation he would offer would be useless.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

Y/N, red-eyed and face swollen, finally found the courage to haul herself out of bed to get some food from a nearby cafe.

After a few hours of crying, Y/N fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning to an empty bed when she usually woke up on Soobin’s bare chest made another fresh wave of tears flow out of her body until she was out and had to reload—eat and drink.

As soon as she turned to the corner, her eyes fixed on her best friend.

Seo Yeon sat on the lap of a tall, brown-haired man practically sucking his face off.

What made Y/N stop was when they pulled away, Soobin’s face becoming visible.

Seo Yeon giggled before pressing a few kisses to his neck as Y/N walked over to them slowly.

“I thought you were busy Seo Yeon.” Y/N said, causing Seo Yeon to fumble off of Soobin.

“I-I was, Y/N-ie.” Seo Yeon mumbled as she stood awkwardly next to Soobin in his chair.

Soobin only sighed.

“Busy sucking the face off of the love of my life?” Y/N growled, out of character from her usualy calm demeanor.

Soobin’s head shot up, gaze soft but shocked at Y/N.

Seo Yeon pursed her lips. “Didn’t you guys break up?”

“You didn’t know that,” Y/N smiled dangerously. “I would’ve told you if you picked up the phone, but you didn’t. Did Soobin tell you?”

“No.” Soobin hummed, his gaze set on Y/N.

“Fucking snake.” Y/N chuckled, picking up Soobin’s cold brew and pouring it over Seo Yeon’s head.

Seo Yeon’s high pitched-screech sounded out as the beverage spilled over her head and stained her clothes.

Y/N turned her head over to Soobin, a menacing glare on her face as she hissed. “I thought you fucking loved me.”

“I did,” Soobin said, settling in his chair. “I always will.”

“Bullshit.” Y/N hissed before turning, pulling her hair in a high ponytail as she angrily stepped over to the cafe counter to order.

Soobin only sighed as the cafe’s door closed. “This was the only way to make you believe I don’t anymore.”

On a totally random Wednesday, Y/N found herself breathing heavily as she rushed from patient to patient. 

She, Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hyuka all pulled on their coats as soon as they read the pager’s message and bolted back to the emergency room to prepare for the incoming patients.

The last she saw, a running Hyuka was fixing the IV of a patient being wheeled to the operating room, with Taehyun pushing the bed and rambling about Dr. Kim.

Yeonjun was screaming earlier about joules—probably using a defibrillator.

Beomgyu crashed in on her cot earlier as she was giving chest compressions to a gunshot victim, stealing gauzes before bolting to the neighboring cot.

Y/N panted as she opened the next cot, empty.

Soobin entered right after her, sighing as he collapsed on the empty bed.

“That’s for the patient.” Y/N panted, readying herself to stand and move to the next cot before Soobin groaned, pulling out his phone to narrate the situation.

“The shooter’s daughter was bullied and killed herself. So, he came to the university and killed everyone he thought was responsible.” Soobin narrated, sitting up and breathing slowly. “He’s still shooting.”

“Shit, so more patients incoming.” Y/N cursed. 

“Definitely.” Soobin sighed as he stood and pulled the curtain open, only to be greeted with another patient—a gunshot wound on his chest, abdomen and leg.

“Oh my god.” Y/N gasped, waving the responders in.

Soobin immediately set to action, pulling out IVs and preparing the heart monitor.

“Dr. Choi, get a nurse.”

“There’s no time, and they’re all busy.” Soobin refused. “I’ll be your nurse for now.”

Y/N cursed before springing into action, taking the cords for the heart monitor to help him set it up.

“He’s got a weak heart beat and were losing a lot of blood.” Y/N hissed.

“Fuck, what’s your blood type?” Soobin asked, looking up at the patient whose gaze was hazy. “Sir? Sir!”

The patient muttered incoherently, causing Y/N to face him as his eyes closed. “Hey, hey. Stay with us.”

The patient breathed heavily before forcing his eyes open to let out another incoherent murmur. “Sir! Wake up!”

“Fuck,” Soobin said, turning to pull out a fresh batch of gauzes to press to the wounds. “Sir!”

Y/N cursed. “Fuck this.”

Soobin’s eyes widened as Y/N grabbed the man and shook him away. “Hey, buddy! Don’t sleep!”

The man blinked before softly muttering out. “Blood…O…Blood…Type of… O…”

Soobin grinned, turning over to Y/N and smiling softly. “Thanks, sir.”

“You gotta stay awake with us. Okay, buddy? We’ll get you out.” Y/N faced him. “Get the blood, doofus. We need at least 3 pints.”

“Roger.”

After Soobin and Y/N wheeled their patient into an operating room, leaving him to the care of Dr. Moon before running back to the emergency room.

At least 10 more patients were rolled in while they were occupied.

Y/N immediately bolted over to Hyuka, who looked panicked as he straddled a victim.

“Kai, get off, I’ll do it!” 

Kai pulled himself off of the patient, and Y/N immediately plopped herself over the body.

“Count for me, a hundred a minute. Ready?”

Soobin’s eyes fixated on Y/N as he dashed to another cot with a ma and a stab wound.

She never looked more beautiful to him than she did a while ago, saving a life right in front of him.

Several cardiac arrests and chest compressions later, Y/N found herself at a loss in the middle of the emergency room as patients were wheeled in continuously.

“Is it still on-going?” Y/N asked as Beomgyu rushed past.

“It’s an open fire now,” Yeonjun answered for Beomgyu.

“Fuck,” Y/N cursed as a patient was pushed to a cot next to her, a black ribbon tied to the bed.

“Doc, we need someone to call it in so we can use the cot for other patients.” The head nurse rushed, causing Y/N to purse her lips and enter the cot.

The patient was a young woman, seemingly in her mid-20s, and her soft face  made her look like she was just asleep—but Y/N knew better, she knew what the ribbon meant.

Y/N raised her watch, glancing at the dark lines forming numbers that would ultimately mark the last minutes of this girl.

“Time of death, 6:53 P.M.”

The nurse thanked Y/N, setting a blanket over the patient’s face before a quick transfer from the bed to a gurney was done and the nurses started to change the bedsheets for the next patient.

Soobin’s groan and Hyuka’s voice sounded from the cot across Y/N causing her to peek over.

Hyuka panted as he fluttered around the patient’s bedside.

“Hey, Hey! Minho, stay with me!” Hyuka hissed as he shook the body.

“Min Ho?” Y/N asked, walking forward. “Son Min Ho?” 

Y/N looked down at her and Hyuka’s childhood best friend on the cot, Soobin working tirelessly as he tried to do chest compressions.

“Y/N, can you press on the wound?” 

Y/N’s gasped, her eyes watering once more as she grabbed gauze pads and started pressing down on the multiple gun shot wounds on Minho’s body.

At the back of her mind, she knew that there was nothing they could do—he was gone as soon as she heard the flatline.

She didn’t know why her body reacted when Soobin pulled a black ribbon out of his pocket.

“No, No!”

Hyuka was silent, sitting down with a blank expression as Y/N shook her head.

“Choi, no, stop.” Y/N shook her head. “I can save him—I can save him!”

“Y/N.” Hyuka said softly, looking up at Y/N. “It’s over.”

“No, no.” Y/N gasped. “Not until I say so.”

“Y/N!”

“We’re not losing Minho, okay!” Y/N muttered, pulling the black ribbon out of Soobin’s hands and throwing it to the side. “No.”

“Y/N.” Beomgyu said as he entered the cot.

“No!”

Y/N climbed the bed, straddling Minho. “I can do this, fuck the heart monitor. Beomgyu, a hundred compressions a minute.”

“Y/N, stop it.” Beomgyu said, trying to pull her off.

“No? Fine. I’ll do it myself. Fuck you.” Y/N cursed at Beomgyu, her chest heaving fast as he pressed her palms on her friend’s body.

He was cold, but she paid no attention to it.

No, he’ll be fine. 

“One, Two, Three—”

“Y/N!” Soobin’s deep voice boomed as he forcefully lifted Y/N off Minho’s body and plopped her on the floor where she unceremoniously dropped.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu helped several nurses transfer Minho to a gurney for the morgue as Taehyun consoled a silent Hyuka.

“I didn’t—I could’ve saved him—I could’ve…” Y/N muttered, rambling over and over.

“Y/N?” Beomgyu asked as he stepped forward.

“Panic attack.” Hyuka suddenly said.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Soobin said, his fingers snapping in front of her. “Look at me. Count with me.”

“I c-could’ve saved h-him.” Y/N continued, ignoring Soobin. “He c-can still live, b-bring him b-back. I can s-save h-him.”

“Think about family, think about friends. Your house in the country, your relatives there, your neighbors—“ Soobin abruptly stopped at Y/N’s glare.

“No, okay. Don’t think about it. Hold your breath.” Soobin said, causing Y/N to breathe heavier.

“I c-can’t.”

“You have to.”

“I r-really c-can’t, C-Choi!”

“Fine.” Soobin hissed before leaning in and pressing his lips on hers.

Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hyuka all froze, eyes trained on Y/N and Soobin.

Y/N slowly responded to the kiss before pulling away.

Soobin breathed heavily, leaning his forehead on hers as he closed his eyes.

“Wait—what?” Yeonjun muttered.

“What was that for?” Y/N asked silently.

“You had to hold your breath, and you weren’t.” Soobin said softly as Beomgyu started to usher the others (mainly Yeonjun, who stillw anted to peek) out of the cot. “When I kissed you, you held your breath.”

“Y-You can’t do that.” Y/N breathed out.

Soobin only shook his head before leaning back in, swiftly pressing his lips on hers.

Y/N let out a soft breath, leaning back and running her hand through Soobin’s hair as their lips moved in sync.

Soobin raised his hands to grasp her waist, pushing deeper and angling his head.

Y/N groaned and wrapped her leg around his torso, pulling him closer.

Soobin moved his lips down, kissing from her lips, to her jaw and proceeding to suck a mark on her neck.

“Soobin,” Y/N grunted, sighing.

Soobin hummed, pressing his lips to hers once more.

It was then that Y/N suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away.

“No, No. This can’t be happening again, not after I just got over this.” Y/N said, groaning as she scooted away.

“Y/N, wait—“

“You hurt me.” Y/N said, turning over to him. “You broke up with me.”

“I thought it was best at the time.” Soobin whispered.

“I loved you.”

“So did I,” Soobin said, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss on it. “and I still do. I never stopped.”

“Bullshit,” Y/N hissed, ripping her hand away from Soobin’s grasp and running it through her hair. “Stop saying shit you don’t mean.”

“How do you know I don’t mean it?” Soobin challenged, irritated.

“Maybe because I saw you making out with my so-called best friend the day after you left.” Y/N hissed.

“It was the only way to get you to believe that I didn’t love you anymore!” Soobin argued, standing up. “All these years, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Bullshit, why’d you break up with me?”

“Because I was ready to drop everything to marry you!” Soobin said, his hands flinging around in anger. 

Y/N froze, speechless.

“I loved you too much, I thought maybe that’s bad for me. I was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.” Soobin whispered.

“Then-Then, why?” Y/N asked as Soobin walked forward and pulled her in once more, leaning his forehead on hers.

Soobin sighed and pressed another kiss on her lips.

Y/N pulled away, breathing heavily. “Soobin, why?”

“Y/N, I never wanted to let you go, but the hardest decisions always seem like the good ones.” Soobin explained, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Y/N’s head.

“Oh,” Y/N replied, swallowing a lump on her throat. “Was i never a good decision to you?”

Soobin shook his head. “I don’t know. It was so easy to love you, maybe that’s why I thought you were bad for me.”

Y/N sighed and pushed him away gently. “No.”

“Y/N?”

Y/N stopped, opening the curtain to the cot and turning to face Soobin with pursed lips.

“You know, I wouldve done all that I could to hold on to you, but when I saw you with her, I thought you wanted me to go. It’s nice to know you didn’t.”

“I never wanted you to go, I still dont.” Soobin said, reaching out to grasp Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t believe you anymore.”

Y/N gave a sad smile, placing a soft kiss on Soobin’s hand before turning and leaving him alone.

Next to them was the distinct sound of a heart monitor flatlining.

Y/N heaved, inserting a tube in the patient’s chest after making a fast incision.

Y/N waited for a while until the patient stabilized.

“Keep him in observation. Once Dr. Seo clears up wheel him in and say he had tension pneumothorax.” Y/N yawned and patted the nurse at the back. “He’ll be alright for now.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll take over now.” Taehyun says, ruffling Y/N’s hair as Hyuka enters the cot.

“Y/N, you look horrible.” Hyuka gasps, causing Taehyun to snort in laughter.

“Thanks, cousin. Nice to hear.” Y/N replied, voice laced heavily with sarcasm.

Hyuka held his hands up. “I’m just saying.”

“He’s not wrong,” Beomgyu sighed, entering the cots and leaning on the bed. “You should get some sleep.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m serious.” Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’ll drop dead any minute. I’d rather you get a nap before you become an extra patient here.”

Y/N pursed her lips as she peeked out the cot, running her eyes through the emergency room.

It was a little bit calmer now, a stark difference from the chaotic messy room it was earlier.

“You guys will be fine?”

“We got it,” Hyuka smiled.

“Go to the break room, get some sleep.” Beomgyu pushed Y/N lightly. “We’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Okay, sheesh. Will do.” Y/N shook her head and started to trek her way to the second floor.

It was now silent, the break room situated between patient’s private rooms for peace and quiet while doctors take their rests.

Y/N entered the room silently, her eyes locking over a lone figure laying down on one of the bunk beds—an arm covering his eyes.

As she closed the door, Soobin sat up slowly.

“I was waiting for you.”

“Did Beomgyu and the others put you up to this?” Y/N sighed.

“No,” Soobin shook his head. “But Yeonjun sent me up to get some rest, and I knew it was a matter of time before Beomgyu sent you up, too. So, I waited.”

“So, you waited.” Y/N hummed. “Soobin, what exactly do you want from me?”

Soobin stayed silent as he stood up and walked closer. “I want you.”

Y/N turned abruptly, lips pursed. “You had me, you let me go.”

“Yeah, well I’m not making the same mistake again.” Soobin said, pulling her closer. “Y/N, I know I still have you.”

“Soobin.”

“Down there, in the ER,” Soobin asked. “You kissed me back. Was that real?”

“That was real.” Y/N replied curtly.

“And you wanted to kiss me, right?”

“Right?”

“And you still love me, right?” Soobin asked desperately.

“I do,” Y/N closed her eyes, feeling Soobin lean closer. 

“Y/N, I want you back.”

Soobin swooped down to plant a kiss on Y/N’s lips, but she only sighed and turned her head.

She walked over to a nearby bunk, shrugging her coat off. “It’s not that easy to forget everything, Soobin.”

“I never stopped loving you. It was always you.” Soobin said, following her and laying a hand on her waist. “Please, let me prove it to you.”

Y/N turned in his arms and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m scared of you—I’m scared you’ll turn around and go once you realize I’m not something you want.”

“No, not anymore. I know it’s you.” Soobin shook his head and placed his hands on her cheeks. “The greatest mistake of my life taught me that sometimes, the best decisions are the easiest things to do—and it’s so easy for me to say I’m in love with you.”

Y/N smiled softly at Soobin before leaning up to kiss him.

Soobin laid Y/N down on the bed, not breaking the kiss as he crawled on top of her.

Y/N pulled away and ran a finger across his cheeks.

“I’m supposed to get some rest, Dr. Choi.”

“So was I,” Soobin smiled, satisfied and happy as he plopped his body down next to Y/N and pulling her close.

Y/N lifted her head to place it on his chest, laying her hand above his heart.

Y/N smiled at the rapid beat of Soobin’s heart as he tightened his grip on her waist, burying his face in her hair.

“Soobin, what happens tomorrow?” Y/N asked, starting to trace abstract lines on his chest.

“I don’t know, baby.” Soobin smiled in her hair. “All I know is that it’s still you and me.”

Y/N smiled burying her head in his chest. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Soobin smiled, the pout in Y/N’s voice and the way she snuggled in his chest was a clear indication that somehow—even just a little—she did.

“I know,” Soobin hummed. “but I’m halfway there.”

BONUS:

The morning after the emergency, Soobin drove Y/N home.

He absolutely refused to let her go without at least one goodbye kiss—or three—demanding that she free up her night for a date.

He won her over by more kisses.

After seeing Y/N practically make out with Dr. Choi Soobin, the tallest bachelor doctor you can find in Seoul Medical Center, her roommates were shocked.

To say the least, various questions was thrown left and right about Soobin.

(“Does he kiss nice?” “Yeah, his lips are soft.” “How tall is he?” “6”2, but you can literally just ask him this.” “I thought you were dating Choi Beomgyu?” “I never was, but I guess I’m dating Choi Soobin now.” “Is his dick big?” “if it’s just like I remember, then it’s huge, yes, but I don’t see why you have to ask me this.”)

At exactly 5 in the afternoon, Y/N shot awake from the alarm she set.

“7pm. See you, babe. ;)” was the short text waiting for her—sent at exactly 3:30 PM.

Immediately, she dashed into the shower.

Afterwards, she took the best outfit she could find.

At exactly 6:48, she settled into her couch and waited.

As 7:00 sharp rolled in, there were three knocks on the door.

When Y/N opened the door, she was greeted with a bouquet of roses and a smiling Soobin.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” Y/N smiled brightly, leaning forward and kissing him gently. “These are beautiful.”

“I know, just like you.”

“Cheesy.” Y/N hummed with a smile, placing another kiss on his lips before setting it on a nearby coffee table.

“I know you love it,” Soobin grinned as he intertwined their hands. “Am I forgiven yet, baby?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and biting her lip. “but you’re halfway there.”