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33. "Let's stay like this forever, please." for hajun yeon from paradox live, maybe in a context where mc fem wants to comfort him so she extends her arms to give him a hug because she saw hajun down / sad, a soft moment hehe uvu

# tags: scenario; current relationship; soft romance; fluff; comforting; hugs; sfw

includes: female reader ft. hajun yeon {paradox live; bae}

author’s note: hope you like it, anonnie!

33. “Let’s stay like this forever, please.”

The last week had been incredibly tiring for Hajun; not only had he played four concerts in Osaka, Tokyo, Kyoto and Fukuoka, then had a fight with Allen while writing a new song for his upcoming album, but on top of that, the atmospheric pressure had given him a massive headache that even a pill couldn’t handle. That’s why the twenty-one-year-old hadn’t been able to do anything productive today except lie down, sleep and drink a lot of water.

You came back from work after three in the afternoon and you immediately felt on your skin that something was wrong. Hajun hadn’t been playing on the console, tapping his fingers on the counter looking for inspiration, singing to himself, taking a shower or cooking dinner for the two of you like he usually did when you went on morning shifts. However, you could feel a dead aura coming from the bedroom, and as soon as you peeked out from behind the threshold to see what was going on with your boyfriend, you felt slightly sad when you saw him sleeping and cuddled up to your pillow. On the nightstand you also saw a pack of headache pills and a glass of water with an ice cube that was slowly melting.

Not wanting to wake your partner from his sleep, you slowly went to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal and a warm drink for the two of you; you decided on simple onigiri with tuna paste, sriracha and pumpkin cocoa with lots of small marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles. You finished the preparations in less than an hour, and at the very end you placed eight onigiri wrapped in nori on a tray next to two cups of drink.

After turning off the light in the kitchen, you went to the bedroom, put the trays on the nightstand, and then sat down on the bed, touching Hajun’s warm forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever and he definitely wasn’t sick, but you knew perfectly well how he reacted to high blood pressure and stress.

“Hey... Hajun…?” You whispered, not wanting to scare him. The boy opened one eyelid, then the other, then frowned at another attack of pain in the temples of his skull. “I made some snack for us... Does it hurt a lot?” You asked worriedly, to which he nodded slightly. “Aw. Poor thing.” You sat on your ankles next to him, massaging his head. This caress didn’t last long, however, because after a moment your boyfriend grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, causing you to fall onto the mattress and pillow right next to him. You spread your arms and without surprise you felt his head melt into your chest, and your breathing normalized.

“Let’s stay like this forever, please.”

“But our food and cho…” You started, but Hajun only hugged you tighter.

“Please.” He repeated, avoiding your gaze. After all, you hadn’t seen him in a meek, calm and submissive version for a long time.

“… Fine.” You replied, hugging his neck tighter.

You didn’t even realize when the cocoa and onigiri were forgotten and you were attacked by sleep and the desire to rest. It was a really positive ending to the day.

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I don't think i'm normal about narumi issei anymore ;-; the last pict of him that posted a week ago still affected me hwhwh

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Happy Birthday Shiro!! Celebrating with his ZOOL kids

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ZOOL's anniversary story translations

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

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Father and son compete against each other at the Olympic shooting. Son was fully-kitted. His 32-years-old dad had no specialized lenses, eye cover or ear protection and got the silver medal.

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I feel like I put more effort into this drawing than any other I've ever done lmao. Btw look how cute are these knights with their lords 👉👈

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FRAGARIA MEMORIES 4KOMA #12 - Gentleman?

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voice actor things

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ARU!!

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if someone has an idea or wanna request, i don't mind it

tbh i wanna write something like headcanons or short scenario here. but i don't know who i will write about..

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tbh i wanna write something like headcanons or short scenario here. but i don't know who i will write about..

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Hii can i have some jealous headcanons for saimon, yohei, hajun and dongha? :'00 thanks in advance

hi! i don't write for dongha sadly but i did the other three! enjoy!

Saimon, Yohei, Hajun x gn!reader

✧jealous headcanons

✧fluff

-Saimon doesn't really get jealous at all, he's mature and can understand that you're allowed to be friends with whoever you'd like. He trusts you to be able to stop any advances someone tries to make on you.

-Now, if he were to get jealous it'd be very subtle. He might just pull you closer to him when someone seems to be flirting with you and you don't notice or do anything about it. Just a subtle way to tell them that you're taken.

-He's just not a very openly jealous person when he does get jealous, he tends to keep it under wraps and won't even mention that he did get a bit jealous.

-He's not the type to get jealous over something like you giving someone more attention than him. He knows you'll give him attention later so there's no reason for him to get jealous over it.

-Similar to Saimon, he doesn't usually get openly jealous but he does get jealous much easier than Saimon. That's not to say he's good at hiding it though, it can be a bit more on the obvious side if you were actually trying to make him jealous.

-He usually will tell the person off who's trying to flirt their way into a date with you and clearly show that you're taken by having an arm around your waist.

-Yohei doesn't take lightly to people trying to get with you especially when he's around to witness it. As much as he'd like to let you take care of it, he can't help but step in just because of the twinge of jealousy he feels when you're trying to nicely brush them off.

-Hajun literally just deflects it back onto you. He could either change the subject completely or bring up the fact that you're just trying to make him jealous because you're jealous of his fangirls.

-Really annoying about it.. He never will deny being jealous and instead he dodges the topic. In reality, he does get jealous fairly easily. Just simply seeing you pay more attention to some other guy will cause him to come up behind you and give out a snide comment to the guy.

-It's fairly easy to tell if he is jealous just because sometimes he thinks he's hiding it well enough and he's just not. He gets visibly irked by the fact that you could be paying more attention to some other guy when he's clearly meant to be your prince.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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my tears falling down, hajun hajun ilyy

All you have to do is stay

Hajun Yeon x fem!reader (Paradox Live)

Word count: 2035

Paragraphs: 17

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First time posting literally anything of mine ever anywhere aaaaaaaaa idk I wrote this bc I have really fucking terrible brainrot and also I just want Hajun to be soft and stuff. Heads up for implied NSFW I guess? I don't have a beta reader or anything so I did try to edit and do my best despite that! I hope you like it! I didn't mean for it to get this long;;;

I had fun, at least!

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The sun had only barely peeked over the horizon; the sounds of the city coming alive in the morning could be heard outside, and the room was dim with the scarce light of dawn.

This room was not your own, the rumpled shirt that hung loosely from your frame was two sizes too big. The person next to you was quiet. Peaceful. You sat up and blinked sleep away from your eyes. Carefully, you moved to stand up, peeling the blankets away from your lap, making sure that the boy next to you was left undisturbed. Carefully, you tip-toed across the cold floor, opening the door and slipping out. Surely by now, no one else in the house was awake. Most of them kept odd schedules, you had been told, so you were confident that no one would catch you traipsing the halls in the giant shirt you had borrowed. Given the fact you hadn’t bothered to find your skirt, you sure hoped you were right.

Upon making it to the restroom, you closed the door quietly, and turned the sink faucet on to a gentle stream of cold water. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t really see much of a difference. Your face was the same, your hair, though somewhat tousled with a few flyaways here and there, was the same as ever. How you felt, though? You felt…well, definitely changed, though not in a bad way, per se, and that was to say nothing of the dull ache you felt in your body. It was almost like you felt whole, though you hadn’t thought of yourself as less than whole before; it was a strange feeling, to be sure. You began trying to straighten your hair by raking your fingers through it while wondering if maybe this fluttering in your stomach, the buzzing in your chest, or the lightness in your head was allowed. As you leaned over towards the mirror over the sink, you could see your shoulders under the shirt as it fell away, just slightly. Bruises—little ones—running up your neck to your jaw, reminded you of the hands that had held you so carefully the night before. It brought an intense heat to your face as your own name rang in your ears, spoken by the boy in the next room; low, quiet, full of need—like a song. You remembered his lips, soft against your skin, sweet on your own lips, and every single time they left one of the marks on your skin.

This had to cross several lines. Of all people, how and why was it Hajun Yeon? And what’s worse, you felt the strongest desire to keep walking that line. With a new burst of nerves, you splashed yourself in the face with icy water, hoping the feverish warmth in your cheeks would go away, and the play-by-play of your night would stop, though you were alone, and these were but memories playing on the backs of your eyelids, it somehow left you embarrassed—it felt shameful to remember his touch, featherlight, across your waist, carefully picking your shirt up at the hem and helping it away from your body. His breath, hot across your collarbone; It was probably indecent of you, even more so that you wanted to feel everything all over again. You might go so far as to say there was little you wouldn’t do to have his hands on you once more.

This, you were sure, was a sign of something ardent, yet pure still, making its home in your heart, and it was both thrilling and absolutely terrifying. You recalled the look he gave you when you had sat up to begin looking for your discarded clothes on his floor. It was pleading; full of apprehension. He spoke in a whisper through the dark of the room. “It’s late,” he had said, and you thought maybe you felt his body shift a little, as if he was reaching out for you. “You can stay here.” There was a vulnerability that gripped you in that moment—something candid in his request. You had agreed; you could just go home in the morning, you had told yourself, and that was when Hajun handed you his shirt. You looked over yourself in the mirror again, and found yourself grasping a fistful of fabric. He had said so little, but something in his words made them feel like so much.

Looking back to the door, you contemplated your options. You could give in to your fear that screamed you were desperate and naïve—gather your things and make a run for the door and make excuses for yourself later, or you could let your desire and curiosity win out, and crawl right back into the bed down the hall. Maybe you belonged there, maybe you were reading too much into it. You shut the water off and stared at your reflection again. Surely, this wasn’t just a mistake, or a whim—you believed you knew Hajun better than that. Or did you? He was so hard to read sometimes. Either way, you figured maybe you should find out. It wasn’t like there was really any going back at this point, and you really did believe he was the person you thought he was.

You sighed softly to yourself, though it felt like it echoed around you in the tiny room, in this quiet apartment. You made sure to pat the dripping water from your face before you turned back towards the door and opened it, poking your head out and looking around. There was no rustle of clothes, no shuffle of feet, nothing. Quickly and silently, like a ghost, you darted back down the hallway and into the room. Hajun was there still, settled and asleep. He hadn’t even moved. Laughing through your nose, you slid back through the doorway, closing it as quietly as you could so that it made no noise behind you, and carefully, you pulled the blankets back once more, just enough to get back beneath them, and first, you sat there on the edge of the bed, and there was warmth, not only from the man beside you, but from your chest, blooming rapidly at the sight of his delicate features; he looked so different when he was asleep—softer, unguarded. You leaned forward, mind completely occupied by what you could only describe as something immensely lovely. You knew what you wanted, and to you, it just had to be the right choice. He had to be the right choice. You had spent a lot of time with him now—you knew he was kind deep down, and there was something there, behind his eyes, and it had drawn you in so long ago, and it amounted to everything that led up to this very moment. Nothing you had done was a mistake, you assured yourself. You leaned over and, softly, you pressed a careful kiss to his cheek. mindful not to let your hair fall onto his face. Sitting back, you watched him for a few moments longer, and the rise and fall of his chest was still steady and slow. He hadn’t woken up, and that was fine by you. You wriggled back under the blankets, curling up besides him again, this time more sure of your own feelings. What you had been so afraid of only moments before, you couldn’t remember anymore.

Your mind raced with thoughts. Though this was the first night spent in the same bed, how many more could there be? Would you be able to keep count? What would he think seeing you still taking up half of his bed when he did wake up? You couldn’t say what time it was when you first woke up, or for how long you pondered these silly little girlish things, but eventually, you found yourself drifting again. You curled up tight, peeking over the fluffy comforter once more, smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell him so, so many things. Good morning, good night, I missed you…

“I love you, Hajun…” The sleepy sigh passed your lips, and you didn’t want to fight the exhaustion any longer. Sleep overtook you, just as the sun colored the sky bright with the morning.

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Only when you were surely asleep did Hajun sit up slowly, eyes studying the woman in his bed carefully. The truth was, though he would never admit it, though he had wanted this—wanted you—there was the terrifying thought in the back of his mind that you would be gone this morning and he would be alone again, not truly wanted. He knew you better than that, but some traumas were not so easy to will away, and maybe he might always be scared of being left behind forever, but at the very least, not so much today. He had woken up when you got out of the bed, and his heart pounded, hard. His blood felt like it was freezing over when he heard the soft rush of air as the door opened. He waited, silently, eyes still shut while your side of the bed began to grow colder, until he heard the click of the doorknob to his room again. He heard your little laugh as you circled the bed before sitting next to him, and felt the smile in your timid kiss after what he assumed was a moment of you observing him. Something about it felt incredible and perfect, and definitely alien to him. Perhaps it was just the feeling of being wanted? Though he thought it humorous that you hadn’t figured out that he had been awake this whole time; the way you took care not to disturb him as you got back in his bed (which was unexpectedly bold, at least of someone like you, he thought) was very much like you; soft, considerate. There was some time spent laying beside you, silent and unmoving. He couldn’t be sure what time it was. He figured maybe he could “wake up” now, hearing your breathing slow and feeling you sink deeper into the bed. You had fallen asleep again. He couldn’t really blame you, he thought to himself, grinning as he recalled you catching your breath, catching the smallest of moans on one or two of them. And then, those words that snapped him out of it, and felt like they stopped time around him, words that hit him harder than perhaps anything anyone could think to say to him. “I love you, Hajun…”

You said you loved him. He had heard it plenty of times before, sure. Between his fans, and Anne and Allen, it had been said before, but this was on a grander scale. It made his pulse quicken, and his stomach twist. He wanted to hear it again, though you probably believed he hadn’t even heard it the first time, and maybe you had only said it in a state of half-asleep delerium. Still though, he smiled to himself, thinking of ways to tease you into saying it again later, fully conscious and to his face. That would be fun.

Then, Hajun looked at the clock in his room. He would normally be getting up to go for his morning run by now, but maybe he could go just a little later. He was enjoying this time spent with you, simple as it may have been. Anne might tease him about it later—surely they had figured it out when they came back from the club that there was someone else here—but he could take it, probably. But, he supposed that was an issue for this afternoon; it wasn’t so late, but still, he would have to get going at some point. He sighed, deciding that he should just get up and get going now, because he still had to make breakfast for Anne and Allen, and now you, since you had decided to sleep in. He found it odd how he already hated to leave you, but just as you had come back to him, so would he. Besides, they would have time, he would make sure of that. Hajun leaned in close, and brushed a lock of hair away from your face, returning the kiss you had given him moments ago.

“사랑해.” he murmured, before his lips came to rest on your temple.

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༺》 Anne Faulkner 《༻

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Happy birthday Hajun

It's something i wrote like mid may at night on my bunk bed at dorms a year ago in my book. Its more self indulgent than anything. But damn do i love reading this thing for myself over and over again.

Currently you were running around BAE’s shared apartment trying to get the place ready for a certain someone’s birthday. For the most part you were trying to keep Anne away from burning the kitchen down or making something unedible. Wouldn't want anyone dying on Hajun’s birthday now do we?

You managed to pull Anne away from the kitchen and kept them busy by blowing balloons. You were helping Allen with the streamers now. Despite your nervously shaking hands you managed to keep a steady conversation going with him, that is until he mentioned your shaking hands.

“Say Y/n, why are your hands shaking?” He asked innocently.

You smiled at him nervously. “Well I'm afraid that I might mess this whole thing up. Also I feel like I'm forgetting something but I can't put my finger on it.” You said while thinking about what you might have forgotten.

“Don't worry about it. I'm sure Hajun appreciates that his girlfriend is throwing a party for him. Besides, he's infatuated with you. I've never seen him like that before he got with you.” Allen smiled sweetly at you.

The moment the word ‘girlfriend’ was uttered from him your face had turned red. Despite being together for a while now you couldn't help that help but still become a blushing mess around Hajun. It doesn't help that he finds your blushing face cute and keeps teasing you just to see it. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to land one of the most popular guys at campus and lived to tell the tale. You didn't say anything else and opted to stay quiet as you continue to decorate the apartment.

You were staring at a freshly frosted cake thinking hard about something. You had baked the cake according to Hajun’s preferences that you had apparently stored in your mind and managed to not forget when you asked him what kind of cake he likes a while ago.

“I'm seriously forgetting something.” You mumbled while mindlessly placing strawberries on the cake.

Anne and Allen were deciding on how to surprise Hajun when he came in. He's still not back from his modeling job. You wondered what kind of clothes he was modeling for this time. As if somehow Hajun knew you were thinking about it, your phone buzzed. You unlocked it and read the message Hajun sent. You blushed and stared at your phone when you saw that he had sent you a selfie of himself in the clothes he was modeling for. Insert description for whatever hecking clothes u want.

There was also a message attached to it. ‘Be back soon.’

Ever since that one time where you accidentally confessed that you liked seeing him in the clothes for his countless modeling jobs, he wouldn't stop teasing you that time but ever since that day he would send you a selfie of himself during his photoshoot. Hajun would also give you a copy of the magazines he's starring in everytime they came out to which you said that you would give it to someone else which you never did. In fact all of them were in your room in a slightly hidden corner of your bookshelf. You would never tell him that you still kept it because Hajun would tease you relentlessly. He still kept giving you the magazines though but you didn't mind it since it meant that you didn't have to spend money on them. He probably secretly knew you never got rid of them. Perks of having a rich boyfriend I guess.

While lost in your thoughts, you suddenly heard the jingle of keys and the three of you stopped in your tracks. In a flash you, Anne and Allen were hiding near the door with party poppers in your hands.

“I'm home.” Rung throughout the apartment as none of you said anything. Hajun stepped in and the three of you bursted out of your hiding place shouting ‘happy birthday’.

There was a slight look of surprise on his face but was then replaced with his usual smiling expression. Hajun was staring particularly at you who was standing at the back of the group as he made his way to you with a mischievous and teasing smile.

You were staring at gum, blushing madly with your mouth slightly agape. You didn't even pull your party popper too stunned when you saw him, your brain couldn't process the beauty that was Yeon Hajun standing in front of you, ready to tease you while brushing a stray hair away from your face.

“Like what you see?” Hajun teased.

“I-i. W-waht? Huh?” You were at a loss for words that you just blushed harder and gently pulled the part popper off in his face.

Hajun just laughed at your reaction as bits of streamers hit his face. “I bought it just for today.” Hajun gestured to his outfit. “Enjoying the view?”

You didn't answer as you were taking in all of the details of him. Insert description of hajun's outfit from his birthday illust last year cause i cannot for the live of myself describe it rn and im too lazy. Hajun smirked when you didn't answer and just continued staring. You blushed as humanly possible when you realize you're staring and nodded slowly at him.

“Awww you're so cute.” He pecked your cheek and took your hand leading you to the dining room as you got flustered over the kiss. “Come on. Anne and Allen are waiting for us.”

Indeed they were. The two left you two alone in your little world not wanting to disturb the moment. They had already started eating but left the cake untouched.

“Hurry up, you two lovebirds. I want to eat Y/n’s cake.” Anne exclaimed.

You got embarrassed at the statement as Hajun chuckled. You sat beside Hajun and he stood in front of the cake holding a knife. Allen had taken the liberty of taking videos and pictures as you all sang the happy birthday song as he blew out the candles and cut the cake.

The cake had been cut and the first slice had gone to Hajun. You handed him a fork to which he gave his thanks with that charming smile of his that makes your knees weak. You smiled at him sweetly. He took a bit of his cake and his face instantly lit up. He gestured for you to come closer and you did. Anne and Allen had already started eating again and left you two to your shenanigans. You tilted your head wondering what he wanted.

“Did you like the picture I sent you?” He whispered in your ear. The closeness made you flustered and you nodded. Hajun seemed satisfied with your lack of words for an answer and backed up and took another bite of the cake. “You really outdid yourself this time. I love it.” Hajun praised you.

“Glad to hear.”

“Do you want the strawberry?” Hajun knew about your fondness for fruits and that small gesture made your heart melt.

“I shouldn't. It's your cake.”

The whole time you were saying this he took the strawberry from his slice of cake using the fork and held it in front of your lips. “And that means I can do what I want with it.”

You couldn't argue with that so you ate the strawberry he fed you with a shy but satisfied smile. Allen and Anne were long gone from the dinner table, opting to sit at the living room in front of the TV to give you privacy to flirt but it's mainly just Hajun teasing you.

You savored the strawberry as its sweetness danced on your tongue. Hajun seemed to be enjoying himself, making you blush and teasing you was one of his favourite past times.

“Do you want a taste of the cake now?” Hajun asked.

You nodded nervously as if he would do something unexpected next. And unexpected things he did.

You didn't even have time to comprehend what happened when you felt something soft on your lips. Your eyes were wide open in surprise while Hajun’s were closed, leaning in to kiss you gently.

That sudden action made your heart melt and blush harder than ever. The kiss wasn't short nor was it too long. It lasted long enough that you could taste the cake he had taken a bite of before kissing you. Hajun pulled away and you were to say at the very least dazed and breathless.

Hajun on the other hand had a faint blush on his face but he seemed happy and proud of himself. He was caressing your cheek now. “So? How was it?”

“It tasted sweet.” You mumbled embarrassedly which elicited a chuckle from him.

“I see… Now I wonder what you got me for my present.”

It hit you then. The thing you had forgotten but desperately tried to recall and failed to do so. Hajun seemed to notice the slight shift in your expression.

“What's wrong?”

You felt extremely guilty having forgotten this one important thing. Tears threaten to spill but you didn't want to embarrass yourself over this small thing. “I-i forgot. I'm sorry.”

He rubbed your cheek with his thumb as his gaze softened. “It's alright. Besides you, being my girlfriend is the best gift I could have.” That just you blush seeing him soft like this.

“But you could make it up to me.” You questioned him about what it was. He then moved his thumb on your lip, a slight mischievous and hungry glint in his eyes. “Let's just say….. I won't be letting you sleep tonight.” He grinned.

Nevermind butterflies in your stomach, you felt like you had jumping beans in them. If it was possible to invent a new shade of red, your face definitely did it. Hajun’s expression went back to its usual smile that he put up around other people but that look in his eyes was still there. You couldn't lie and say that it didn't excite you but you felt nervous knowing how he could be. Let's just say you really didn't sleep much that night.

Im leaving the ending up to yalls imagination. What did they do? Idk ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ maybe they stayed up late playing video games.