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i always make time for sunghoon sm aus #examszn

FIREWORK - park sunghoon x reader

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06 ★ leash kid

chapter warnings : ignore timestamps , yn running away from her problems (literally) , kinda angsty omg

☆ note and once again he did not , in fact , 'update tomorrow' . srry bbgs but i was sick n then a mosquito bit my eye n then i had an allergic reaction n then the xdinary heroes concert prices dropped n i got depressed bc they r too fucking expensive fuck mymusictaste fuck jyp fuck everyone

★ synopsis newly debuted 5th gen girl group CUP!D from starship entertainment is under everyone's eyes as their debut song 'love dive' goes viral both domestically and internationally ; all is going well until the group's main vocalist, y/n, gets exposed for her old stan… hate account?

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[yulafilms]

박종성﹒you live by the sun.

staring﹑ park jongseong + femreader genre﹑ fluff && est. r.s warnings ﹑ no proofread. skinship, kissing && english isn't my first language ౨ৎ wc ? 596 © ( wonuslust )

ָ࣪ ཐིཋྀ۪ ׅ ࣪ none.

• jay is the coolest boyfriend to ever exist

• although he might be a little awkward the very first times you talk to him, his cool aura remains. which cause you to want him even more.

• it would not be extremely obvious that he has a crush on you. but he will try to show you that he appreciates you by doing small gestures and act of services.

• will insist to help you learn the guitar just to be close to you. even if you know how to play.

• "you know i can play just fine right?" "yuh huh" then he corrects every little move you do just to touch your hand and replace it on the exact spot it was originally on.

• thinks you are dating after the first date

• was already boyfriend coded when he just had a crush one you. so you are not surprised by half of the things he does.

• want to match outfits with you. every. single. time. you go out.

• even if it's just for grocery shopping and you are in your "nobody is going to see me" outfit. his "nobody will see me" outfit compliments yours perfectly. it's insane. it became a "nobody is going to see us" outfit, at some point.

• when he buys clothes, he buys clothes for you too. that match his of course or when you buy clothes, he buys clothes that match yours.

• matching jewelry aswell !!!!!

• buys a necklace with the first letter of your name on it and makes sure to wear v-necks for months.

• has a polaroid of you in his phone case and sends you pics of himself every hour.

• you are the only girl he follows on social medias.

• cooks for you. a lot.

• breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, supper, midnight snack. he will COOK.

• cooks for your family the first time he mets them. making sure to remember everyone's food preferences. now your family loves him more than they love you and tells you to marry him asap.

• says love confessions out of the blue.

• you could be making fun of jay and his over-caring (dear god, is it even a word?) behavior; "i'm a tough girl, i can take care of myself." and he will respond "i know. but we're a team now. we take care of each other"

•oh and how could we forget the non-stop princesses treatment.

• you have the worst princess attitude ever and people say that no one will ever put up with it? it wrong, park jongseong will.

• your feet hurts because you wore heels for too long? he carries you, bridal style, during the whole way home.

• you have ten shopping bags and can't carry them all yourself? jay does it for you, not a single bag in your hands.

• you look at something for 1 second and jay notices it? it's in your hands the next day.

• you are cold because it's freezing but didn't take a jacket fearing it wouldn't go with your outfit? jay gives you his. (and it goes with your outfit just well because he matched his outfit with your and was prepared to this kind of scenario)

• you could have the worst princess attitude in the world, your boyfriend will put up with it. from carrying your bag to tying your shoes. he will do anything for you.

• even calls you "princess" and offered you a crown for your birthday.

• arm around your shoulders everywhere and never let you walk by the side of the road.

• jay is so boyfriend material and cool it drives me insane.

(˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) sheduled .ᐟ

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ᨒ ‎ ‎‎:‎‎ ‎ ‎ homeless fishies‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ remi's diary‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ duo jake x fem!reader genre fluff warnings mention of death

in which jake buys you a pet fish but forgets the fish tank

the panic on jakes face was definitely something to see. he had randomly came into your apartment with a bag filled with water and a goldfish inside. at first you were excited to have a new pet but then you realized, you dont have a tank to put the fish in.

you didn't want to scare jake with your realization but you did have to tell him. lets just say, it didn't go too well. his eyes widened to the size of golfballs. you literally thought they were gonna pop out. his mouth opened so he could say something but his voice was stuck in his throat.

he ran to the kitchen before you could say anything else and put the fish in a bowl. he took your hand and rushed you out to the car. he drove as if a life was on the line, which in this case, the fish just needed a home to live in.

you tried your hardest not to laugh at the panic on his face. you even caught him biting his nails at the stop light, begging it to turn green so your new pet fish wouldn't leave the earth. jake zoomed passed all the cars leaving them in the dust as he rushed back to the local pet store.

once he pulled into a parking spot, he stumbled out the car door and rushed to open your door. you got out slowly, not in full panic like he was. as long as the fish was in water it would live, but jake couldn't understand that.

jake rushed you before slamming the car door and rushing you into the store. he went to the fish aisle and looked for a cute fish tank. he looked at all of them but one particular one caught his eyes. he held it up to you with a goofy smile on his face and made his way to check it out.

once he payed he drove home, normally. now he wasn't in a rush since he had the fishes home. he was settled down and when he made it home, he put the fish in the tank.

your goldfish, which you named berry swam happily in his new home. you smiled and waved at the fish, giggling as jake took him into the living room and set him on the table.

"i want to feed him!" you said, excited to feed berry her first meal from you. instead of jake handing you some food, he quickly ran out the apartment. "i'll be right back." he called out.

he had forgotten the food too.

© ikeumi , new era! im excited to start over again!!

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∿ ⊹ 𝗯𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗺 ⊹ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ

includes: fluff, suggestive, established relationship, 400 words

“Hey sweet cheeks you got gum?” Heeseung says, wiggling his brows as you blow a bubble.

Your infamous teasing flirtatious boyfriend. Lee Heeseung. The amount of times a day he teased you or reduced you to a stuttering mess always has him cheeky, or feeding his ego.

You’d always try to give him a taste of his own medicine. Keyword try, yet it’d always end up backfiring some way. Leaving Heeseung laughing and trying to kiss away the pout on your face.

However today.

Today would be the day your plan would finally work. At least you hoped it would.

Sucking the gum back in your mouth you grin slightly.

“No this piece was the last one.” You scroll on your phone, he pouts sitting down on the couch next to you. He’s about to get comfortable but your taps against his shoulder stops him.

“Yes?” He looks up at you and you ask him to sit up. He does although he’s a little confused.

He’s already a little taken aback when you move closer to him, your hand coming to rest softly in his cheek. You never really were the one to initiate anything so he’s a little puzzled. His smirk rises to his face, and he’s pulling you closer. Yet your kiss makes him melt, all of his want for control dissipating.

Your lips are soft against his but the kiss has a certain force to it, causing him to gasp in surprise. You immediately let your tongue move against his. The taste of bubblegum now littering his mouth. He sighs in the kiss, letting you rest against him as you kiss him passionately.

Before you can pull away you made sure your gum was in his mouth. When you did, Heeseung whined. You pulled away to fast for his liking that he chased your lips, a pretty pout on his lips.

Not being able to resist, you leave a quick peck and get off the couch. Heeseung’s lips are plump and red and he’s breathless. You smirk at his dazed state and you walk over, grabbing your packet of gum.

You pop another one in your mouth and all he can do is stare at your dumbfounded.

“I-I thought you said this was your last one.” He stutters, pointing at his mouth. You shrug sitting back next to him.

“I guess there was still one more.” You smirk and he chews the gum slowly, his cheeks beat red.

Maybe in the end Heeseung still won since you kissed him or at least that’s how he’d see it.

But finally he got the taste of his own medicine.

But he also got the taste of your bubble gum.

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⊹ 훈 ⨾ OOPSY-DAISY, BABY!

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wherein . .⃗ . it was love at first crash. or perhaps not. five minutes before the school bell rang and the student council president detained the late students, park sunghoon's bicycle crashed into you—and irreversibly, your life.

tropes . .⃗ . highsch romance, first love, pathetic pining, shameless flirty banter, sunshine reader x sunflower sunghoon, fluff

❛ ༄︎ ❜ SPRING. SUMMER. AUTUMN. WINTER. ᷦ᷼ ᷦ ᷦ♡

❘ ❙ ❚ 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏.

⠀⠀⠀A MYSTIC TWINE OF FATE TETHERED YOU TO A STROKE OF BAD LUCK, PULLING YOU—AND YOUR CAR DOOR—INTO A BICYCLE.

The collision reverberated throughout the morning, scaring off a murder of crows perched atop the line of cherry blossom trees outside your high school. Jaw agape, you stopped chewing your madeleines, as if it would help you process the entire accident faster: scattered books; muddied shoes; a fallen bicycle; and your father’s concerned yell—someone just crashed into your car door.

Before you knew it, you were stuttering apologies while scrambling around, trying to gather all the books on the ground.

“Kid, are you alright?”

No, you wanted to scream. It was the first day of school, and you practically threw someone off their bike with your car door. Not to add, you were running late. However, your father wasn’t talking to you.

“I’m fine,” a silvery voice grunted.

Right. You completely forgot about the rider.

Your gaze flickered up the sprawled figure, locking with a pair of bloodshot eyes. It was a boy scrunching his face in agony. He wore identical uniforms and shoes as you did, yet somehow they appeared rather sophisticated on him. Perhaps it was the contours of his muscles or his elegant frame. Either way, he was the spitting image of an unfortunate prince being bullied on his first day.

Which made you the bully.

An awkward chuckle slipped from your greasy lips. Ashamed, you gulped down the last of your madeleines, not even bothering to chew. You wanted to explain yourself. However, the silence that stretched between you two had looped around your neck, constricting your throat. Though when you finally managed to find your voice again, you seemed to have lost your brain. Yes, that must be the case.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to muster the temerity to shrug your shoulders, saying: “Oopsy-daisy?”

The boy frowned.

Lovely. You wouldn’t even be shocked if he wanted to drag you around the school compound by your eye sockets.

With the support of your father’s arm, he rose from the ground, brushing off the pink petals on him. “It’s nothing serious,” he told your father through gritted teeth. “Thank you for your help, Sir.”

“Dad, you should leave. I’ll help him.” You exchanged a look with your father. As if the guilt and regret weren’t enough, now your father was berating you through his glares. You stretched a smile. “Dad, you're going to be late.”

After a few coaxing, your father left you two alone. The boy was oddly quiet, save for the few noises of discomfort. You half-expected him to discard the benevolent facade after your father left, but he didn’t blame you. All he did was fidget beside you. Maybe he was waiting for you to lend a helping hand. After all, the boy was limping, and his backpack was quite a distance away.

Gingerly, you collected all of his belongings before presenting them to him in a sincere bow.

“I'm so sorry,” you repeated for the umpteenth time. “I didn't notice your bike at all. Maybe it's due to the three hours of sleep or five cups of matcha I'm surviving on, but I had not expected you.”

For a moment, he remained mute. His silence unnerved you. You peeked at him, catching the corners of his eyes drooped in tenderness. Before you could question him, he shifted his gaze to the gate up ahead, alarmed by the school’s bell.

“Save it. We're late.” Despite the curt response, there was no bite in his tone. Because of his height, you had to crane your neck to glimpse his expression. You couldn’t read the precise emotion portrayed through his clenched jaw and furrowed brows, but you were grateful it wasn’t directed at you. “It's not entirely your fault. I wasn’t supposed to ride this close to a car, anyway.”

You bobbed your head, maybe a little too keen, because your reaction provoked a laugh out of him. Now, that caught you off guard.

Mirth lit up his eyes as they curved in a way that mimicked a partial eclipse, sunlight glimmering in the arc of his vision, captivating you to the point of blindness.

As he stretched his hand out, you shook your head. “Let me carry these,” you said. “I'm y/n, and I'm from the second class. My homeroom teacher is quite lenient, so I can spare some time to escort you to the infirmary—”

“Escort me?” He blinked, a hint of amusement in his upturned lips. “You speak as if I'm made of glass. You out of everyone would know how absurd that is, since you were ogling at my body earlier.”

You coughed.

“I was checking for bleeding. Now, let me accompany you to the infirmary, alright?”

“Fine by me.”

Without waiting for you, the boy began limping ahead.

Meanwhile, you took your sweet time strolling to school. You were already late, so what was the point of rushing?

Your fingers traced the cover of his textbook.

Park Sunghoon. Third-year student, fifth class.

You had never heard of that name before, but a stirring sensation in your gut told you that you would start to hear it more often.

“Eyes on the road.” His sly voice broke you from your reverie. “We don’t need you crashing into someone again.”

You perked your head.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll treat you to fried chicken for a month!”

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⊹ 훈 ⨾ OOPSY-DAISY, BABY!

≡ ⌂ ⌕ 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐀's masterlist. navigation. latest work. ⌨︎

wherein . .⃗ . it was love at first crash. or perhaps not. five minutes before the school bell rang and the student council president detained the late students, park sunghoon's bicycle crashed into you—and irreversibly, your life.

tropes . .⃗ . highsch romance, first love, pathetic pining, shameless flirty banter, sunshine reader x sunflower sunghoon, fluff

❛ ༄︎ ❜ SPRING. SUMMER. AUTUMN. WINTER. ᷦ᷼ ᷦ ᷦ♡

❘ ❙ ❚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑,

⠀⠀⠀SUNLIGHT STREAKED THROUGH THE GRIDDED WINDOWS, ILLUMINATING THE FLOOR INTO A KEYBOARD OF SHADOWS AND LIGHT, AND YOU FELT AS THOUGH YOU STEPPED ON THE WRONG KEY AS YOU STOPPED BEHIND A TALL FIGURE, FLINCHING AS YOUR NERVOUS VOICE CRACKED: “DOES IT STILL HURT?”

It took Sunghoon a full minute to pivot around.

When he did, the afternoon sun clung onto his visage, softening the edges of his face. Amidst the overlapping conversations and shifting bodies in the hallway, his gasp of realisation was the sole clarity you heard. It surprised you too—how you were crossing paths with him. What more talking to him.

“Is that question addressed to me?”

You laughed. Though it may sound forced due to your bashfulness, the amusement you found in his doe-eyed expression was genuine. “Is there anyone else who twisted their ankle?”

His gaze fluttered towards his wrapped wound, and in so, reminded you of his crestfallen expression when the nurse told Sunghoon he wouldn't be able to engage in any strenuous activity, much less his ice-skating competition.

“To be honest, it’s not the worst I’ve experienced.”

Sunghoon was supposed to compete in an ice skating match the day he twisted his ankle. The reason he woke up late was because he spent the prior night practising. If it weren't for your miraculous timing, Sunghoon would've made it to school in time and probably snatched the gold medal. Though he was quite confident in his healing abilities, claiming he was insusceptible to any injury lasting longer than two weeks, your guilt festered like an untreatable wound.

“Are you heading to the library?” It was self-study time and you noticed the stacks of books clutched to his chest. “I'll go with you, so let me help you with that.”

Sunghoon shook his head.

“You don't have to do this. I don't blame you.” He sounded offended that you wanted to help, which ticked you off because frankly, everything was your fault.

“Sunghoon, please. I've been wallowing in guilt since that day,” you said. “If it makes you comfortable, think of it as hanging out with a friend.”

His mouth parted. “We're……friends?”

“I mean—” You fidgeted with the hem of your uniform. Technically, you two were the victim and perpetrator. In your head, you silently cursed yourself for speaking so carelessly. Who would befriend the stranger who slammed their car door into his face? “If you're willing to let me make it up to you, we can be.”

Then there it was again. That gentle smile. The very smile that stole the air from your lungs.

“If you're this persistent, I have no choice, do I?”

“Yes.” You flashed a cheeky smile. “You've got no choice, baby.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀SUMMER SWEPT IN WITH A HUMID BREATH, NURTURING THE BUDS OF SPRING INTO TALL TREES AND ENDLESS FOLIAGE. BY NOW, YOU HAVE ADAPTED TO THE HEAT OF JUNE AND THE THURSDAYS WITH PARK SUNGHOON.

“You look like a corpse.”

The familiar voice made you tense your shoulders, briefly loosening your grip on your water bottle before you composed yourself. It has been a week since you last spoke to him, due to your different classes. You were planning to catch up with him tomorrow at your promised library meetings, but you found yourself incredibly lucky. Delight threatened to ooze out of your existence, but you refused to show it. The water dispenser's water was warmer compared to your cold tone.

“Thank you baby, you always know how to earn a girl's heart.”

You didn't have to look at Sunghoon to sense his smirk. During your first encounter, you thought him a boy of kindness, but really, he could be so blunt.

“Give yourself some space to breathe,” he said, this time softer. “Don't stress yourself out. You're a bright kid. There's a reason you are ranked in the top 50 of our school.”

Once your bottle began to brim, you stepped aside, allowing Park Sunghoon to effortlessly step in. Instead of returning to class, you propped your chin upon your bottle and raised your brow at him.

“What's your rank?”

“High enough to be speaking with you.”

“You know that's not what I mean.”

“I'm just teasing you.” It puzzled you how he was enjoying himself. He was like a pervert who loved teasing others. “Don't worry, I'm not some dumb delinquent, though I almost failed chemistry.”

You clicked your fingers.

“But you will never fail to sense the chemistry between—”

Sunghoon shut the faucet. “I'm leaving.”

“See you tomorrow!”

You didn't know when or how, but you wanted to give Park Sunghoon all your tomorrows. He became a silhouette you'd spend minutes hunting for each day. Your eyes would search the entire basketball court, in case he was playing. You would peek into his class whenever you passed by, eager to catch a glimpse of him. Usually, you would be satisfied with meeting him at the library, however today was a special case. Today, you couldn’t wait for Thursday to come.

The confusion surrounding Sunghoon was palpable, but you paid his furrowed expression no mind as you sat across him in the cafeteria.

You cleared your throat.

“There's a volleyball tournament coming up in September.” You licked your lips, darting your eyes between Sunghoon and your classmate beside him. The anxiety made you parched. “It's a mixed match. Jake is part of my team.”

Sunghoon swallowed his food, staring at you without blinking. You could see the gears in his head work as he tried to form an appropriate response. “Goodluck?”

“Right, thank you but I don't actually need luck right now. What I need is a libero.” You glanced around the cafeteria. “Speaking of which, aren't you the perfect candidate?”

“But I'm terrible at volleyball,” Sunghoon deadpanned.

“Lie. Jake mentioned you were their best libero in middle school.”

At your words, Sunghoon cast a glare towards his best friend. Jake feigned ignorance as he stood up. “You two, keep talking. I'm going to get myself a drink.”

After Jake left, you abandoned all senses of pride and became shameless.

“Just help me out, please? I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I'm begging you.” You clapped your hands together. “Baby, you know I'd do anything for you. Won't you return the favour?”

Knowing Sunghoon, he would give in once you called him that toe curling nickname. Never once did your trick fail. You've managed to drag him into doing so many favours, which was why you were left aghast by his lack of a response. He just sat there and continued chewing his food. He wanted a bargain, and you knew exactly what he wanted.

You sighed. It was time to use the last resort.

“Sunghoon,” You extended your palm. “I'll buy your favourite coffee-flavoured ice cream for a week.”

Within a blink, Sunghoon grabbed your hand and shook it.

“Two weeks. I look forward to our collaboration—” he smirked. “—baby.”

That was the first time Park Sunghoon called you baby, and for some disgusting reason, it made your heart skip a beat.

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[15:41] 희승 ✧ l.hs

wc :: 0.4k, fluff, gn!reader, non idol!heeseung, not proofread // a/n :: i'm tired n hungry... talk to ur partner abt ur marriage proposal first

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“I want to marry you.”

Heeseung looks back at you incredulously, looking way too ridiculously cute with the way he was bundled up in a thick jacket. “Really? Like we’re feeding ducks right now and this is what you’re thinking about?”

“Yea. You look cute.” You shrug shoving your cold hands into your pockets, walking closer to him.

He turns his back to you, returning to his task of diligently feeding the ducks the seedless grapes you’d bought for this occasion. “You sound lovesick, don’t look at me.”

“You’d make a great house husband.” You wrap your arms around his back, sticking your hands under his jacket to warm them up (and maybe to cop a feel but that wasn’t important).

Heeseung scoffs at you. “I’d be a terrible house husband. We’d eat ramyeon for dinner every night.”

“Sounds like a dream.”

“So what? Are you proposing right now?”

“I mean… I could?” You reach a hand into your pocket wrapping around the box you’d been carrying around, and Heeseung's jaw drops when you start to pull it out.

“Oh my god. Put that away. Stop!”

You raise your eyebrow at him, ignoring the way your heart skips a beat when he laughs at your silly face. “What you tryna say?”

“This isn’t romantic at all.”

“So you want me to-“ He cuts you off.

“No. I’m proposing to you. I have a whole plan.”

“Oh, do you now?”

“Yep. I have a date, time, and location all picked out.”

You nod to yourself, processing what he’s said. “Okay, let me know when you’re planning to do it so I can do it too.”

“No, it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“So you want me to carry this ring around until you do it?”

“…” Heeseung pulls away from you to turn around and give you a proper deadpan look. “Are you telling me you were seriously going to propose to me while we were feeding ducks?”

“You like ducks.”

“Well… Yea.”

You shrug. “I don’t see what the problem is.”

“I jus- Oh my god.” Heeseung sighs before he smiles at you. “Baby, you don’t even like ducks.”

“Yeah, but I love you.”

“I love you too. Do you want to leave now?”

“Yes please.” As the two of you walk back to the car, Heeseung tosses the rest of the grapes at the ducks before taking your hand. “Sunghoon said I should take more initiative in our relationship.”

“Since when do you take advice from Sunghoon?”

“Hm. Yeah, I should’ve stopped listening after he told me to take you to a duck pond.”

“I had fun though. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

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양정원⠀ ⊹ ⠀talk

—⠀when your high school started an anonymous messaging program to help students form new friendships, you thought nothing of it as you signed up for it. however, your new anonymous friend makes you feel like you could talk to them for hours.

genre hs au, strangers to lvrs, fem!reader⠀𓂃⠀smau series

profiles - tswift fanclub⠀౨ৎ⠀skl antis

chap 1: she's delusional, chap 2: that’s crazyyy 🙀, chap 3: CODE RED, chap 4: embarrassed n pulling my hair out, chap 5: whatcha doin', chap 6: kill me now, chap 7: i hrt cat coded ppl, chap 8: she’s gone., chap 9: ANTI SKL FR, chap 10: oh 🤭, chap 11: i’m anti-australian, chap 12: KISS ME., chap 13: idc i’m a hater, chap 14: i 🤍 w2e, chap 15: smths off, chap 16: am i crazy, chap 17: meet up, chap 18: it’s you, chap 19: what do i say ???, chap 20: i love (talking to) you.

👥 taglist (open, send an ask to join) — @alicesolengg @neighborhae @luvistqrzzz @chaechae-23 @wiltspring @yumilovesloona @yenqa @fakeuwus @sugarctzs @junikos @eumpapas @cha0thicpisces @enhaz1 @iea-tsand @beomgyusonlywife @str4wb3rizz @j1nniee @stqrlite

© shuveri

☆ ⠀hihi welcome to talk, a won fic that has been sitting in my drafts for a bit !! although i have a hoon series out rn, i just couldnt resist posting this smau, esp w how much i wanted to try out smaus ! anws, i hope u all enjoy 🤍

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voicemails yang jungwon leaves you while he’s on tour — fluff, established relationship, sprinkle of angst

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | JUNGWON | ni-ki

one. hi jagi, we just landed. are you okay? i filled up your refrigerator right before we left so make sure to eat well, okay? and yes, i know you don’t have time to cook so i made sure to order those pre-packed meals. they’re really good. i’ve tried them before. i trust you’ll take care of yourself while i’m far from you. promise me, okay?

two. it rained today and it made me think of you. you always loved when it rained. ah, i hope you’re staying warm. i left that hoodie you love so much. send me a photo if you wear it.

three. good luck on your test today. i know you studied really hard for that. you fell asleep on me so many times on call. i’m already so proud of you! the rest of the boys are cheering you on too. you got this!

four. good morning, my love. how are you today? did you sleep we— hm? ah, okay. jay says good morning too, by the way. i have to get to a schedule now. i love you!

five. i miss you so much. no one can calm me down like you do.

six. next time i’m bringing you with me. this is driving me insane.

seven. hi noona, it’s riki. i was gonna call and tell you jungwon misses you, but i can’t believe you bumped me to voicemail! anyways, jungwon misses you so much. and i think he was crying a while ago so i was hoping you could call him. no one gets him like you do.

eight. happy anniversary, my love. did you get the flowers i sent you? and the chocolates? and the food delivery for breakfast and lunch? i’m sorry i can’t be there, but maybe we can call after the show. i wanna spend today with you. thank you for loving me. one year? ah, that’s so crazy to me. thank you. i’d always prayed to find the love my parents shared, and i’m so happy i found it in you. i’ll make it up to you when i get home. we’ll celebrate again even if it’ll be months later.

nine. the boys wanted me to tell you that they miss you. obviously not as much as i do. i miss you the most out of everyone. always.

ten. i love you. goodnight. you’re eating well right? eat well. i love you.

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i'm wondering who do you think in the hyung line would be the boy dad or girl dad??

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE HOLD ON

Heeseung is definitely a girl dad, he would adore his princess a lot and have tea parties with her literally everyday. They would also have pajama parties, just two lazy koalas tugged underneath a blanket, munching on their chips as they watch toy story for the nth time because it’s both of theirs favorite. Heeseung and his daughter would literally be inseparable, they would literally do anything and everything together that you would sometimes feel a little left out, especially when they go to their weekly “basketball dates” together and leave you at home to rest 💔

Jay is a girl dad and he literally is THE BEST father. He would be cooking a different meal every day for his girl, he would learn how to style hair just so he can style his girl’s hair every day before school. He would take her to shopping with him every time he goes out for it, and buy her matching clothes with his. He would read fairytales to her every night before sleep, and would probably be a type of girl dad who raises his daughter to be strong and independent.

Jake is definitely a boy dad and his son is literally the mini version of him. He’s gonna dress him like how he dresses himself, take him to watch football games, teach him how to actually play ball and everything. He would talk to him in both English/Korean and his son would end up having the same Aussie accent he has :3 they would both adore Layla and often take her out for a walk together while being dressed like twins.

This is oddly specific but Sunghoon gives me intense twin dad vibes. Like imagine him with a baby on each of his buffed arms, looking at them with nothing but adoration in his eyes. No matter if he has girls or boys, he’d try his hardest to be their best friend, he’d try his best to build a healthy relationship with them. He’d take them out to try different things, teach them how to skate and let them do something that you’ve forbidden behind you when you’re not there — like eating a big pack of chips before meal. He’d be the fun parent, and the coolest yet corniest dad ever :3

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a/n: i have an imagination, and i realized idk how to put them down in a smart manner

waking up with sunghoon next to you was sadly quite rare. but moments like these meant so much to you, his skin glistening in the light that seeps through the curtains, his hair falling into his face, his eyebrows knitted slightly it was extremely cute. his hands resting heavily on your waist was extremely comforting but it also cause your heart to race.

you both lay like this for a minute his eyes fluttering open to meet yours, cause yours to shut quickly. "i know you're awake y/n" he grips you tighter pulling you close. he pauses for a minute before capturing your ear between his teeth, you screech pushing him away. sitting up and rubbing your ear, watching him in disgust as he rolls around in a fit of laughter.

your frown blurs to a smile, you hover over him, pressing wet kisses all over his face, the vibration from his laughter causing you to giggle. you pull away, running your hand through his hair, you could tell he was still very much exhausted, his laughter has quieted down now, his hands rubbing shapes into your thigh.

"i love you " he says, his voice lower than a whisper, it's a small phrase your still not used to, you're heart pounding in your chest in response, but nothing leaves your lips. he pulls you in again, his hand rubbing your back gently, his chest rising and falling gently. his heart beating at the same pace as yours...

"i love you too." you answer anxiously, the silence heavy. you raise your head, his eyes are closed, he is very slightly snoring, he's gone back to sleep.

[yulafilms]

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wherein . .⃗ . it was love at first crash. or perhaps not. five minutes before the school bell rang and the student council president detained the late students, park sunghoon's bicycle crashed into you—and irreversibly, your life.

tropes . .⃗ . highsch romance, first love, pathetic pining, shameless flirty banter, sunshine reader x sunflower sunghoon, fluff

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❘ ❙ ❚ 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏.

⠀⠀⠀A MYSTIC TWINE OF FATE TETHERED YOU TO A STROKE OF BAD LUCK, PULLING YOU—AND YOUR CAR DOOR—INTO A BICYCLE.

The collision reverberated throughout the morning, scaring off a murder of crows perched atop the line of cherry blossom trees outside your high school. Jaw agape, you stopped chewing your madeleines, as if it would help you process the entire accident faster: scattered books; muddied shoes; a fallen bicycle; and your father’s concerned yell—someone just crashed into your car door.

Before you knew it, you were stuttering apologies while scrambling around, trying to gather all the books on the ground.

“Kid, are you alright?”

No, you wanted to scream. It was the first day of school, and you practically threw someone off their bike with your car door. Not to add, you were running late. However, your father wasn’t talking to you.

“I’m fine,” a silvery voice grunted.

Right. You completely forgot about the rider.

Your gaze flickered up the sprawled figure, locking with a pair of bloodshot eyes. It was a boy scrunching his face in agony. He wore identical uniforms and shoes as you did, yet somehow they appeared rather sophisticated on him. Perhaps it was the contours of his muscles or his elegant frame. Either way, he was the spitting image of an unfortunate prince being bullied on his first day.

Which made you the bully.

An awkward chuckle slipped from your greasy lips. Ashamed, you gulped down the last of your madeleines, not even bothering to chew. You wanted to explain yourself. However, the silence that stretched between you two had looped around your neck, constricting your throat. Though when you finally managed to find your voice again, you seemed to have lost your brain. Yes, that must be the case.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to muster the temerity to shrug your shoulders, saying: “Oopsy-daisy?”

The boy frowned.

Lovely. You wouldn’t even be shocked if he wanted to drag you around the school compound by your eye sockets.

With the support of your father’s arm, he rose from the ground, brushing off the pink petals on him. “It’s nothing serious,” he told your father through gritted teeth. “Thank you for your help, Sir.”

“Dad, you should leave. I’ll help him.” You exchanged a look with your father. As if the guilt and regret weren’t enough, now your father was berating you through his glares. You stretched a smile. “Dad, you're going to be late.”

After a few coaxing, your father left you two alone. The boy was oddly quiet, save for the few noises of discomfort. You half-expected him to discard the benevolent facade after your father left, but he didn’t blame you. All he did was fidget beside you. Maybe he was waiting for you to lend a helping hand. After all, the boy was limping, and his backpack was quite a distance away.

Gingerly, you collected all of his belongings before presenting them to him in a sincere bow.

“I'm so sorry,” you repeated for the umpteenth time. “I didn't notice your bike at all. Maybe it's due to the three hours of sleep or five cups of matcha I'm surviving on, but I had not expected you.”

For a moment, he remained mute. His silence unnerved you. You peeked at him, catching the corners of his eyes drooped in tenderness. Before you could question him, he shifted his gaze to the gate up ahead, alarmed by the school’s bell.

“Save it. We're late.” Despite the curt response, there was no bite in his tone. Because of his height, you had to crane your neck to glimpse his expression. You couldn’t read the precise emotion portrayed through his clenched jaw and furrowed brows, but you were grateful it wasn’t directed at you. “It's not entirely your fault. I wasn’t supposed to ride this close to a car, anyway.”

You bobbed your head, maybe a little too keen, because your reaction provoked a laugh out of him. Now, that caught you off guard.

Mirth lit up his eyes as they curved in a way that mimicked a partial eclipse, sunlight glimmering in the arc of his vision, captivating you to the point of blindness.

As he stretched his hand out, you shook your head. “Let me carry these,” you said. “I'm y/n, and I'm from the second class. My homeroom teacher is quite lenient, so I can spare some time to escort you to the infirmary—”

“Escort me?” He blinked, a hint of amusement in his upturned lips. “You speak as if I'm made of glass. You out of everyone would know how absurd that is, since you were ogling at my body earlier.”

You coughed.

“I was checking for bleeding. Now, let me accompany you to the infirmary, alright?”

“Fine by me.”

Without waiting for you, the boy began limping ahead.

Meanwhile, you took your sweet time strolling to school. You were already late, so what was the point of rushing?

Your fingers traced the cover of his textbook.

Park Sunghoon. Third-year student, fifth class.

You had never heard of that name before, but a stirring sensation in your gut told you that you would start to hear it more often.

“Eyes on the road.” His sly voice broke you from your reverie. “We don’t need you crashing into someone again.”

You perked your head.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll treat you to fried chicken for a month!”

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craving ౨ৎ 성훈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ sum | after an argument with your boyfriend, he tries to make it up to you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 🗯️ wc! 0.6k ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ gn: fluff, established relationship

Sunghoon leaned against the open door frame as he stared at you getting ready. He had a slight smirk on his face and he scoffed every now and then seeing you ignore him while you paced around the room looking for things.

In your defense, he instigated the argument.

The night before you both were out hanging with friends and you had been catching up with an old friend of yours you bumped into.

Sunghoon claimed he had been looking at you in more than a friend way but you repeatedly told him he was married. He still didn’t believe it and said he knew what he was thinking because “he’s a guy, i know what guys think.”

In a way he wasn’t trusting you either when you said he was cuffed up and definitely only saw you as a mere friend. Which was why you were ignoring his very large presence.

He was mocking you, you knew it. He wore his stupid white tank top that showed his bulging biceps and his grey joggers loosely fitted on his waist.

“Are you still ignoring me, Baby?” He tilted his head to the side with an amusing smile. This only fueled your anger towards him.

“Don’t talk to me Sunghoon.” You finally spoke to him since the previous night. It was something.

Sunghoon moved from the wall and he began to walk over to your figure. You saw him from the mirror where you were applying your lipstick.

As he grew closer you felt butterflies in your stomach. Even after two years of being together and more years of being his close friend, you couldn’t deny the fact he was ungodly attractive.

“Come on, I’m sorry.” He pulled you towards him by the belt hoops of your jeans. His strength pulling you back effortlessly.

You didn’t say anything further putting your lipstick into your bag and zipping it up. He could get the last word, you didn’t care.

“I’ll be back later, don’t wait for me.” You clutched the bag in your hand, stepping away from Sunghoon, yet, he kept his grip on you.

“I’m not letting you leave until we’re good.” His voice lowered an octave and he moved you towards your vanity. His body pressed into yours and his breath scanning your face.

Your heart raced faster than it ever has and you swore he could hear it. You tried to keep your face straight but hit lips were so close.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry Baby. I was being an idiot.” He caged you with his hands leaning down on the desk and his face was leveled with yours.

“A jealous idiot.” You corrected and he nodded with a gratifying scoff.

“Can you forgive me now?” He pouted his lips with teasing puppy eyes.

“I guess,” You shrugged and he smiled. His dimples peeked through and you were sure your knees weakened.

Sunghoon leaned in catching your lips with his in a desperate kiss. He hadn’t had his morning kiss nor his goodnight kiss. He was starving.

His hands cupped your face and he pressed himself further into you hoping you would satisfy his craving.

“Sunghoon, I have to go.” You pushed his away while parting the feverish kiss. He whined while encircling his arms over your waist.

“Come back early.”

“I will, hm?” You tapped his stomach and he let you go, pecking you all over your face as a goodbye.

You giggled at his antics, grabbing your belongings. Sunghoon watched you leave the bedroom and he missed you already.

Sunghoon craved you more than anything.

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rainy days ⌇ park sunghoon

sum he didn't want to go out but he cant resist your eyes genre fluff warnings nothing ( archive )

you begged sunghoon. like begged him to come with you to the store. it was late night and of course its dangerous for a girl to go out herself. sunghoon didnt want you to go to the store because it was late but also because it was raining.

he knew you loved the rain but he didn't want you getting sick. you pushed his idea off because hellooo theres such a thing as an umbrella!!

sunghoon honestly just wanted to stay home and relax with you in his arms. he wanted to feel both your heart beats beating at the same time as you slowly dozed off in the calming sound of the rain.

ice cream could wait. it wasn't that important. but to you it was and now you're pouting and looking at him with those innocent eyes of yours. the ones you know he cant say no to.

sunghoon rolls his eyes before standing up and walking to the door to put of his shoes. your cheers made a small smile rise on his lips. he sighed acting as if he didn't just fall for you a little more.

'just don't forget the umbrella.'

© i0912

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