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Jaemin now

[11:09 PM] The apartment door swung open as Donghyuck stepped inside with his arms full of bags. You started to get up to help, but he made this noise that was between a strangled yelp and a full-on screech. He waddled his way to the kitchen before dropping all the bags on the counter, and then he ran back to close and lock the door.

“I could’ve helped,” you commented.

“You still can. C’mon, I can’t put it all away by myself,” he replied with a grin.

Groaning, you got off the couch and shuffled over. Donghyuck had a system in the kitchen (even though you’re the one that did most of the cooking) and would whine every time you put something in the wrong place. The only problem was that he would change the system every few weeks without telling you. You’d since given up trying to get him to stick with one and just deal with the surprise of your ingredients missing.

“No, that goes in the cabinet closest to the hallway now,” Donghyuck said when you moved in the opposite direction.

Biting your tongue, you followed his direction and put it in the only empty spot. The next item in the bag stopped you in your tracks. It was one of your favorite snacks, and Donghyuck couldn’t stand them. He thought they were disgusting, but you loved them. When you found the box that you already owned, it felt like it should be replaced soon.

“Did you buy these?” you asked, fully knowing the answer.

Sure enough, Donghyuck gave you a weird look. “They’re in the bag, aren’t they?” He turned back to the fridge that he was currently stocking. “I moved them the other day and felt that the box was light, so I picked up another one today.”

Your heart felt so full. You stepped forward and pushed him against the counter before kissing him deeply. He made a noise of surprise before reciprocating. When you pulled away, there was a dazed, confused look on his face.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that thoroughly, but what was that for?” he asked.

“For buying my favorite snack,” you told him.

“Really? All I did was buy some more.”

“Yeah, but you thought to pick it up even though you don’t eat it. It means a lot when you do stuff like that,” you tried to explain.

“What, buy you food?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No, when you notice I need something, or when you look at something at the store and buy it because you remember I like it. Like, you buy it without me asking for you to grab it for me.”

Donghyuck smiled. “I’m glad I can bring you that little bit of joy. “

“Me too.”

bodo this was intenseeee

four seven eight

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 12k

glimpse: you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.

alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

[ part one + intermission + part two + intermission 02 + finale ]

[ major angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), no cheating happens here btw, some rlly cute moments i swear, jk’s a cold lover, emotional constipation + breakdowns, allusions to anxiety + anxiety attacks, self-deprication n loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it’s okay to be friends with ur ex, eventual redemption in the next parts :) ]

notes: it’s finally out and i can’t wait for you to read!! this piece is my baby, the rightful successor to heartburn <3 i’m aware that the last time i wrote a mini-series it was rlly heavy, but please trust me when i say that this would be lighter <3

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :) | series masterlist

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how was miso adopted? was she originally jungkook or oc’s cat? i love the miso detail so much lmao i can’t get over her

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook is willing to take an everyday risk :)

[ 478 drabbles ]

“My girlfriend likes you for some reason.”

Jungkook deadpans at the cat sat on the sidewalk, her eyes big and curious even under a wonky, flickering streetlight.

“You keep following Y/N to her workshops. You always wait outside,” he hums, grunting as he lowers himself down to the cold pavement. The two of you have been seeing the cat nonstop nowadays, all to the point that you’ve started carrying cat food in your bag and leaving it to him while he waits for you to be done with your work for the day.

The cat sits still but she still meows as if she understands everything that Jungkook’s saying, making him chuckle in disbelief.

“Guess what I brought,” he lowly cheers, adding in a whoop for good measure before he gestures to the crate beside him. The inside of it looks even warmer than what he’s wearing now, clearly having thought of this more than he makes it out to be.

“Dear fucking god, I hope you’re hypoallergenic,” Jungkook mutters as he gestures his hands out to put the cat into the crate but it looks like he won’t have to exert effort because she enters it herself, her tail brushing past his arm that it triggers a sneeze. “How nice. I’m allergic to you.”

Jungkook sighs a breath of relief now that the hard part is over because he didn’t even need to convince the cat, closing the crate door behind her but if he thinks about it, he’s sure that she wouldn’t escape even if he hadn’t.

“I’m the only one taking you in for now, okay? My girlfriend doesn’t know yet,” he mutters, making direct eye contact with the cat that even the concept of her listening surprises him. “Okay, maybe fiancée soon because I’m planning on proposing. When we move in together, you would have us both,” he adds. “Don’t get it twisted though. I’m not using you as a pawn for my proposal.”

Jungkook shivers in the cold but before he makes his trek to the pharmacy to buy his allergy medicine, and back to his apartment building, he makes the decision to sneak in his scarf to the crate so the cat would feel extra toasty.

Ah. So this is the feeling.

Maybe love doesn’t always compulse Jungkook to say I love you to you every night.

Sometimes, love tends to make Jungkook adopt a stray cat despite horrible allergies and the commitment to take anti-histamines for as long as you’ll have him in your life (he hopes forever), as long as the white ball of fur makes you happy.

ms. jiminrings omg how about a drabble where 478jk HATES being touchy-feely so oc had to reel back on that one bc she respects boundaries etc. but when he sees oc doing it with someone else instead (maybe yoongi) he goes “ok maybe it’s not too bad to have her hold ur arm while walking” 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook unlearns the things he hates because you love them <3

[ 478 drabbles ]

Jungkook thinks PDA looks cheap.

He doesn’t necessarily think that everyone who engages on it is automatically cheap, but maybe on the worse days where he just wants to get to the yogurt aisle and the couple in front of him is more focused on holding each other’s hands instead of pushing the cart, then yes. Jungkook does think that public displays of affection look cheap.

“Hiii, workshop ended early,” you drawl as soon as you spot your boyfriend in the waiting area, in a perky mood because all the feedback you’ve gotten was positive. You grip his biceps and were just about to press a kiss to his cheek but you stop in your tracks, pulling away even before Jungkook realizes what you were doing.

Ah, right. Jungkook hates PDA.

Jungkook resists to show the frown forming on his face, looking a little silly because his head is tilted and his cheek is slightly poking out for you to kiss. He didn’t even register what he was doing.

Right. He hates PDA. Jungkook definitely does not want you to grip his biceps and kiss his cheek in the waiting room where a grand total of two (2) people are there, namely the both of you.

“Y/N, quick! Fuck, we forgot to give him our calling cards!” Yoongi suddenly barrels down the stairs, eyes frantic and as soon as his words register in your head, you fumble immediately to open your bag where both of your calling cards were placed in.

The casting director hasn’t walked far enough for you and Yoongi to run, but it’s definitely enough for the both of you to speed-walk. Jungkook doesn’t even get a word in because Yoongi tugs you to come with him, prompting you to hold his arm when you cross the street to catch up.

It’s not a big deal. You’re holding Yoongi’s arm.

It’s not PDA because Yoongi (your friend) isn’t him (your boyfriend) and Jungkook definitely shouldn’t rethink his preferences for affection at the moment.

Maybe (read: definitely) Jungkook can make some exceptions.

It’s your thing — your thing is to hold the arms of the people you’re with when crossing streets because it makes you feel safer. Your thing is to bump shoulders in silence when you sit with someone you’re familiar with. Your thing is to manifest your love and concern in the most vocal and visible ways possible.

So when the moment comes that you’re back and Yoongi bids you goodbye with a shoulder squeeze, when the moment comes that your friend acknowledges your boyfriend with a curt nod; Jungkook holds your wrist when you walk out into the street.

It’s not quite there yet; his large, warm hand is not entagled with yours yet but it’s still a step closer instead of his hand being on your elbow.

For you whom he loves, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to look silly in public every once in a while.

for the 478 request (if it's still open!!) maybe a lil bit of them growing back together? like post-fic, maybe jungkook discovers a small habit that OC does that they never did before?? and he gets :(( abt it bc omg when did that happen and OC is like when u were gone bro but like its fluffy and all?? DO I MAKE SENSE?? (It's alright either way ILY anyway<3)

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook’s habit becomes yours too <3

[ 478 masterlist ]

Jungkook thought it was only a fluke.

“Is something the matter?” he asks worriedly, eyes strained with concern. You’re too absorbed cooing at Miso on your lap that you didn’t notice your husband staring at you the whole time.

He’s completely unfocused from the movie he’s begged for the two of you to watch instead of your own pick, mouth parting as he sees you do it again.

“No?” you tilt your head, looking equally as confused.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook questions again, rearranging his position so this time he’s the one lying down on your lap and Miso’s the one on his chest, feeling her purrs reverberate all the way to his ribs. “Then why are you playing with your wedding band?”

Oh.

You’ve been doing it a lot these days, unconsciously twisting the platinum on your finger that it catches your husband off-guard every time. He thought it was only a fluke the first time, seeing your gazed zoned out that usually happens when you’re tired from work.

“Really?” you sound just as surprised, looking down on your finger before having the urge to twist it again. In hindsight, your husband’s right — you have been playing with your ring. “It must’ve become a habit when we were on break.”

You recall having the weight of the platinum being your comfort for the month, only taking it off the very last minute before shooting starts and have someone to remind you because you were just that attached to it.

In hindsight, the habit you didn’t even know you had seems to be familiar.

“I think I picked it up from you.”

“Me?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow, looking down on his ring finger and just from seeing the band, he gets the urge to twist it around his finger.

He didn’t even know he’s been playing with his wedding band whenever he needed comforted or just wanted to be reminded of you in general, but now that you pointed out, it is familiar.

Jungkook chuckles, making you warm with the way he leans to your touch when you scratch his scalp.

“Oh, yeah. I think you got it from me.”

478 drabble where they’re just starting out in their relationship and y/n figures that jungkook is a silent lover so when she needs help or something, she doesn’t come to jungkook for it and then jungkook finds out and is a little hurt by it ☹️

478: drabble

alternatively, you don’t call jungkook for help because you don’t think he would </3

[ 478 drabbles ]

8:07 PM

That looks good. Text me when you get home.

Jungkook types out simply when you send him a picture of your dessert from the dinner you’re in with your cousin, leaning back on his couch before closing his phone to resume watching his show.

It’s an abrupt end to your dinner, really. You haven’t laughed this hard with a relative outside of your immediate family for a long time — but it’s just too bad that your cousin was called for an emergency at work. She’s paid for the bill already even before you could argue that you’d handle it. There’s just two teeny-tiny problems from your cousin’s sudden exit.

She’s also your ride home, and the heavy rain that’s pouring outside the restaurant is enough to make its heavy glass doors howl from the wind alone.

It’s scary now that you think about it. You can barely see out even through the large window panes, and speaking of the window panes, they’re trembling from how hard the rain is going.

“Do you need help closing the roll-ups?” you pipe in (read: half-yell through the noise) when you see the owner of the restaurant you’ve become acquainted with for all the times you’ve eaten here, his face filled with worry because the once-locked doors already busted open with the wind.

The entirety of the staff is preoccupied with closing windows and rearranging tables, taking more precautions now that there’s still patrons in the building and almost half of them are alarmed with everything going on.

“Yes, please. But if you want to help-“ he looks apologetic, heart hurting at the thought of inconvencing one of his regulars that just happens to have a good heart. “Someone needs to go outside to bring down the roll-up, and crouch back to go inside when it’s halfway down. I-I can’t — my back’s too bad for me to do that.”

You’re not so keen at the thought that a flying piece of roof could deck you the moment you come outside to help bring down the metal roll-up, but if it means making the restaurant (your place of refuge for the time-being because you can’t go home at this state) a little more secure, then so be it.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be quick,” you assure the owner, tugging the sleeves of your sweater back down as if the few inches of fabric would protect you from the harsh rain. You count to three before going outside, much to the relief of the other patrons because the wind wouldn’t come in as much, and much to worry of the owner because he really thinks you’d be taken away by the wind.

8:43 PM

Your cousin drove you home, right?

The rain doesn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at his phone, weirded out that you haven’t read his messages yet. There’s still clearly service because his texts went through, but even after almost an hour, he still hasn’t heard from you.

The restaurant’s supposed to be close to your apartment. It should only be a thirty-minute drive, could even be cut to fifteen because he rereads your previous (and many) texts of the day that your cousin drives barbarically fast.

It’s okay.

You’re probably okay.

You like texting him. You’ve probably already reached home and you’re just taking a shower.

9:30 PM

Y/N

Where are you?

Are you okay?

“Here. Eat more,” the owner coaxes you as he sets down another plate of dumplings for you to eat, practically hand-feeding you at this point because you keep insisting with a chuckle that it’s not necessary. “You risked your life out there.”

“I only closed your roll-up.”

“Yes. Still a hero,” he nods fervently, handing you iced tea this time and doesn’t stop shaking his head until you take a sip. “It looks like the rain’s gonna pass soon. Do you have a car?” he asks, making you chew faster in order to reply.

“Nope,” you shake your head, jolting a few centimeters into the air when it feels as if the thunder outside rang directly beside your eardrums.

“Do you have someone to pick you up then? Ah, didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend now? Booking a ride tonight would be impossible.”

“No, I don’t think my boyfriend would pick me up,” you mutter, recalling that Jungkook’s probably asleep right now. You’ve only been a couple for a month but you know what and what not to expect. It doesn’t hurt you particularly — it’s just that Jungkook is Jungkook.

He cares about you. He’s not that verbal nor touchy with it, but you know he cares about you. You’re just not sure if he’d brave a flood right now to pick you up, but it’s okay.

Love takes time.

10:01 PM

Please pick up my calls

Are you safe? Where are you?

Y/N please let me know where you are

“My phone won’t turn on,” you tut in exasperation, belatedly realizing that it’s been soaked already in your pocket for the ten seconds you’ve been outside. “I need to put this in rice when I get home.”

The owner frowns, still guilty that you’ve got it from helping him, but before he apologizes again, you cut him off with a smile.

“Do you have a landline?” you sheepishly ask. “I might need to call a friend. I’m about seventy percent sure he’ll drive me home.”

10:30 PM

Y/N where are you???

I’ve been calling you for the past hour

Are you home? Do you just have no service??? Is the power out???

Are you at the restaurant?? Are you with your cousin??

Where are you?

47 missed calls from Jungkook.

6:21 AM

I hope you’re home.

I’m coming over

The walls of your apartment shake.

You were pretty sure the typhoon’s already moved past your city last night and there were only semi-heavy rains left in its wake, but when you blearily look at your alarm clock (and not your phone because it’s dunked in rice), the walls of your apartment still continue to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Who are-…” you stumble to the door in a hurry without even looking at the peephole, eyes still half-closed but slowly blinking awake when you see who’s in front of you.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, head tilting in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he repeats, his whole physique looking disheveled because he literally could not sleep the whole night from worrying about you. “Where were you? Were you here the whole time? I thought you were hurt,” he mumbles the last word, eyebrows still furrowed.

“I came home at what, 12 in the morning? I didn’t have a ride home when I last texted you at 8 because my cousin had to leave for a work emergency,” you recall, wincing in recollection because your body’s still heavy from the fatigue.

“What? But you don’t have a car. It was flooding last night,” he gulps, mouth still parted in worry even if he can see you right now in one piece. “How in the hell did you come home?”

“I called Yoongi.”

You shrug as you let your boyfriend know, the moment suddenly becoming tense because you realize now that you haven’t even invited him inside.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Jungkook looks hurt, seeing more emotion now than you’ve ever seen him from the whole month you’ve been together. It makes you falter, the guilt rising to your throat.

“I didn’t know if you would answer.”

Jungkook mentally staggers at that, heart dipping in hurt.

He bites his upper lip in worry, deep into his thoughts that it’s his fault that you’ve started to doubt if he would even show up when you need help.

“Of course I would answer,” he mumbles, taking you into a deep embrace that you freeze into before you melt into his tight hold. “It’s you. I’ll always answer if it’s you.”

“It was good once. Wasn’t it?”

minghao x reader genre: angst word count: 5.4K

a/n: I wanted to write angst and I’m not sure how Minghao ended up being the poor soul involved in it but here we are. Minghao and his ex-partner are returning their belongings to each other after a breakup and they finally speak about what’s been going on in their relationship. It also switches between reader’s pov and Minghao’s. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

Neither of you were sure why you were doing this. It wasn’t a good idea. Your emotions were too raw. You missed him. And just like so often with Minghao these days, you didn’t know where he stood. You weren’t sure if the feelings of longing were reciprocated. He was just always so controlled, whereas you were led by your emotions, uncontrolled and overpowering.

Standing in front of the door to his apartment, your fist lowering after having just knocked, you were brought back to the last time you found yourself in this hallway. It was just a month ago when Minghao stood in front of you in the entryway of his apartment, his back pressed to one side of the doorframe with his head slung low.

“I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” he told you, shaking his head. “I don’t like hurting you.”

“You don’t hurt me. We just-can’t seem to communicate anymore,” you defended him against himself.

Perhaps with Minghao, things had simply run their course. Maybe you ran out of time. The relationship had moved quickly from the start, all passion and heat as though you were racing to some sort of finish line. It started with tumbles in the sheets before you accidentally fell into romance and love. That wasn’t to say that getting inside Minghao’s mind was an easy task. The man was guarded, careful, mysterious. It took persistence and consistency, devotion and curiosity to inch your way into his world. Neither of you were accustomed to moving so quickly, but especially Minghao. You were part of his life before you ever made it fully into his mind. But you made it, and it was beautiful. He was beautiful.

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*. * · Hot Summer Nights *. * ·

#－synopsis! On hot summer nights, the air conditioning being on is a must. Mark would rather sleep without blankets while you get cold easily. Despite your differences, neither of you want to sleep without the other.

#－pairing! Boyfriend!Mark x GN!Reader.

#－genre! Fluff, Cuddling, Domestic!AU.

#－notes! Here is my attempt at infiltrating writerblr. I wrote this during my study hall lol. Please reblog and leave some feedback if you enjoy!

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   Clad in shorts and a tank, you climbed into bed beside Mark. It was a hot summer night. Crickets chirped under the moonlight, a natural lullaby of sorts. The air inside your shared bedroom was crisp and icy, just the way Mark liked it. He kicked the comforter to your side of the bed, not wanting it anywhere near him even accidentally. “Stop judging me,” you whined, wrapping yourself up inside the thick cotton. No matter how hot it was outside, you could not fall asleep without bundling yourself in the covers like a burrito. It was the most comfortable way to sleep, especially when Mark refused to cuddle with you. “It gets so hot and stuffy with you on top of me. The blanket only makes it worse,” he complained almost every morning after you disturbed his sleep with your inherent clinginess. 

    “I never said anything,” he defended, turning his back to you with a huff. You turned the other way. “You don’t have to say anything for me to know.”

    Later that night, Mark was abruptly sucked out of his deep, peaceful slumber. With a disgruntled yawn, he cracked his eyes open, looking around the dark room in confusion. The weight on his chest coupled with his sweat-dampened bangs was telling enough. “What the hell,” he muttered, instinctively pushing your shoulders off his body. You moaned in your sleep, clinging to his torso like a burdock in a cornfield. He didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want to lose more sleep over this predicament. “Y/n please,” he urged out loud, finally managing to detach your limp form away from him. Eyes having adjusted to the darkness now, he could make out the traces of a frown etched on your face. Chuckling under his breath, Mark pushed your hair out of your face, surprised to feel the moisture on your forehead. You were sweating too!

    He forced himself to sit up. He didn’t want you to be uncomfortable as you slept. Tugging the comforter out from underneath you, he threw it over the other side of the bed. Your skin was clammy with sweat. Laying back down, he moved his pillow to the center of the bed and pulled you into his side. As if your mind had subconsciously recognized that it was him, you slung your arm around his waist, snuggling your face into his shoulder. Two seconds without the comforter and the skin on your arms was already teeming with goosebumps. With a fond smile on his face, Mark rubbed his palm over your arms and thighs, warming you up from the outside. “Why don’t you wear longer clothes if you get cold this easily?” He wondered to himself. “‘Cause it’s summertime,” you mumbled loosely, definitely still asleep. Raising his brows in astonishment, he laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead, eager to share the incident with you the next morning. Sighing deeply, he placed an arm behind his head and shut his eyes. “Goodnight y/n. Hope you sleep tight.” 

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a part of your home | kim seokjin

in which seokjin creates space for you in his apartment….

Description: ~1k words / Seokjin x Reader (F) / Fluff / Established Relationship / Drabble / I would consider this a one-shot but everything I wrote here sort of emerged from another scenario I wrote that I’m going to share later - I would almost consider this one to be a prequel to that, but they’re not really connected and you can take each as its own separate thing!

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You and Seokjin had been together for a while, but it still didn’t make sense for you two to live together. Since he was so busy at work, whenever he was at home, you spent most of your nights and days at his apartment, even during random moments throughout the day between your daily activities. You just wanted to soak up as much time with each other as possible, and he always made time to see you whenever his schedule got busy.

You had a small gap between running errands and meeting a friend one day, but was shocked to receive a text from Seokjin telling you he was home and asking if you were free for a moment. You had a date set for the next day, but a random text from Seokjin like this was unexpected considering his work was picking up in the past couple of weeks, and you were restricted to late night meetings when you were both exhausted… Considering that, you couldn’t say no and so agreed to pass by. 

Seokjin had told you to text him as soon as you got to his apartment building. You were going to anyways, but he seemed particularly excited or needy today, constantly asking you whether or not you left or were on your way already… He was never like this regularly, you could tell he had something up his sleeve, or maybe he was just excited to see you, but it didn’t matter - you were just as excited to see him too and got there as fast as you could and text him as soon as the door to his building is in view - you didn’t wait until you actually got there. 

“Here! x”

You're in so much of a rush that you didn't think to look at the notification on your phone, knowing it would be a reply Seokjin must've sent you (which you later realize was a text saying "Finally.")

You rush to his door only to find him ready to greet you there, blushing and trying to contain a smile.

“Seokjiiiiiiin!,” you call out.

“Hi, honey,” he says in response as he leans against the doorframe and places a quick kiss on your lips….. perhaps one that was a bit too quick… 

“What’s up? You seem… excited today,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him as he closes the door to his apartment behind him after you both enter.

“I am excited….”, he uttered, his cheeks still rosy as he stared down at the floor and up at you. “I hope you will be too.”

“Seokjin, I’m always excited to see you,” you gushed as you stretched your arms and placed your hands on the back of his neck.

“I am too but I have something to show you,” he professed, “Follow me.”

He breaks away from your embrace and grabs your hand as he leads you to his bedroom… A million thoughts and possibilities immediately ran through your mind…

He didn’t seem to be “in the mood”….  It was midday… Did he suddenly want to make love now? You wouldn’t object and always wanted him, but you thought you’d be doing that later tonight or after your date tomorrow... You didn’t want to tire yourself out before meeting your friend today… But he looked so adorable... Did you even wear sexy lingerie? Seokjin wouldn’t care, but it still would’ve been nice… 

But Seokjin surprised you when he walked straight past his bed and towards the wardrobe. He opened up one of the cupboards and pulled open an empty drawer.

“I was thinking and…. Well, I cleared out this drawer… It’s for you. You’re here all the time and it still doesn’t make sense for us to live together, you know? But I thought it’d be nice if you could leave some stuff of yours here to make yourself more at home.”

Your sweet, sweet boy.

“Seokjin…this is so sweet,” you say with your hands over your surprised, agape mouth. 

“Feel free to use it for whatever you want. You can keep a toothbrush, a bottle of your shampoo, some snacks… you can keep those things in the kitchen and bathroom too, or here, it’s up to you. This drawer is completely for you…I, uh…” he pauses. He clears his throat, probably realizing himself how red his ears have gotten, and stares back at the drawer.

“I - I was thinking it might be useful for that, or you know maybe a pair of your pyjamas, a change of clothes, some underwear….I just thought it’d be useful.”

“Seokjin, I’m so touched… Are you sure? Don’t you need this drawer?”

“I don’t, don’t worry about it,” he says with a smile.

“I can’t wait to fill it up,” you admit, “I’ll bring a toothbrush, some other toiletries - I’ll get the travel-sized sets.”

“Why are you going to get the travel-sized ones?!,” he says, half-pretending to be shocked and offended, “Get the regular ones, it’s not like we’re breaking up and I would want my drawer back in a few days like my drawer is on vacation from me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that Seokjin,” you laugh, “I was going to get the travel-sized shampoo and conditioner sets so it takes up less space, but I’ll take the regular one, don’t worry,” you reassure him as you rub his chest. “Ah, I’ll keep them in rotation but I know the exact pyjamas and lingerie I’ll leave here first….,” you smirk.  

He blushes, unable to resist a shy laugh that escapes him.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he stops as he reaches into the pocket of his trousers and pulls out a sticker in shape of a bee. He closes the drawer and sticks the bee right beside the brass knob of the drawer.

“For my honey,” he says shyly.

You let out a happy sigh and pull him in for a kiss.

“Thank you, Seokjin. I can’t wait to use it.”

“I’m happy you liked the idea, I was scared it would be too much,” he admits.

“Not at all - it’s one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done for me, Seokjin. I’m happy you feel comfortable with having me be a part of your home,” you reassure him as you look up at him.

“Honey, YOU are my home.”

“And you’re mine”, you exhale. 

HOW YOU LOVE | myg

⇢ pairing: min yoongi x reader

⇢ genre: fluff, established relationship

⇢ summary: watching the rain outside from a cosy armchair within the warm arms of the love of your life. also there’s hot chocolate.

⇢ word count: approx. 450

⇢ warnings: uhhh mentions of cloud piss, gender neutral reader and just lots of fluff <3

⇢ a/n: it’s so nice to be writing again :D

"it's raining." you inform yoongi, without turning around, when you hear him enter the living room. you are curled up in an armchair, blankets cuddled close to you, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in your sweater paws, contemplating the world outside through the crystalline glass of the wide window.

"so it is," yoongi agrees, but when you turn to him, he's not following your gaze out the window. he's looking at you. gentle smile, wordless love. 

you return it, brightening slightly when he seats himself next to you on the armchair, and you lift the blanket to welcome him into your little world.

he likes to watch you watch things. he loves the way your brows furrow in the middle of a thought, the way your eyes twinkle when you think of something that amuses you, the way you sigh and shake off thoughts that run too deep into the past. all he ever wants is to know you, entirely and completely. to read you like one of those books you adore so much, open your wonderful mind and see it all. maybe leave room for himself there too, just as you scribble notes in the margins of your paperbacks.

and just like always, he asks —

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours today, sweetheart?" soft words as he slips an arm around you, guides your head to its rightful place on his chest while setting down your empty mug.

"look." you giggle already, knowing he'll find your thoughts amusing. "the world," you gesture grandly towards the wide expanse of window, "is getting hydrated."

he scoffs, shakes his head in fond exasperation. 

"or, or," you put in alternatively. "the clouds are crying."

his nose scrunches. "now that one's just sad."

"so are the clouds," you retort cheekily. 

"maybe they're just taking a piss," he suggests, and it's your turn to scrunch your nose up.

"that is rank!"

he shrugs, plants a kiss to the top of your head, idly draws patterns on your exposed skin. you sign contentedly, body melting into him. 

oh, how you love the rain. love the unspoken agreement that dictates the two of you must come to the armchair and cuddle, must hold each other close like this. how you love yoongi's fingers combing gently through your hair, teasing knots out. how you love curling up against his chest, his arm warm and safe around you. how you love, how you love, how you love.

"i love the rain." you keep your proclamation simple, despite the tumult of words running through your brain. he knows. you know he knows.

("you say that now," he warns in return. "wait 'til you find out i'm right and it's been cloud piss all along.")

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“One more chapter.”

request also for: “I did the dishes.” 

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 900+

a/n: Hi lovelies! This is part of the ‘100 ways to say I love you’ drabbles. It was requested by @milk-and-moni​, I hope you enjoy it love! I wrote this very quickly and very last minute for Joonie’s birthday so hopefully it’s alright lol. Oh! Also this takes place the night of my fic, “Forever yours, in every lifetime”  in which Namjoon promises reader/Daisy he’ll cook dinner for them. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

p.s. Happiest of birthdays to Namjoonie, the best leader and the gentlest man around <3 

It was rare that your boyfriend cooked for you, both of you typically agreeing that he should stay out of the kitchen, mostly for his own safety. Namjoon was, to be completely frank, far from a good chef. And he didn’t claim to be, however it seemed as though he had perfected the spaghetti aglio olio recipe he had been practicing.

Contently stuffed full of the delicious pasta, you cleared the empty plates from the table. Leaning down toward Namjoon where he was still seated, you placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

“Dinner was amazing, babe, thank you. I’ll do the dishes,” you told him with a smile.

“I told you that you didn’t need a fire extinguisher,” he teased in reply, eliciting a roll of your eyes.

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“Forever yours, in every lifetime.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.3K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I have no idea if this is even any good lol but here’s this! Basically, Namjoon leaves little notes randomly for reader/Daisy, and this is all about those cute little messages. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

Namjoon was a distraction. A welcomed one but a distraction nonetheless. Staring intensely in the mirror as you attempted to wing your eyeliner, your focus faltered as the man let out a “whoah” from the bathroom entryway.

He had planted himself in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a bottle of iced coffee in his hands as he studied you with interest. A small smile curved on your lips at the sound of his astonishment for your adequate makeup skills.

“That looks hard,” he noted, your smile widening.

“Don’t make me laugh,” you spoke calmly, flashing him a playful glare in the mirror. “It is hard.”

“Sorry,” he replied with a guilty dimply grin. “It’s just fascinating.”

Lowering the eyeliner pen, you cocked your head to the side scrutinizingly. “You get your makeup done all the time,” you reminded him. “Like, professionally.”

“But I don’t get my eyeliner done like that,” he beamed at you as you chuckled lightly. “And I don’t do it myself,” he added, you humming as you returned to your task, trying to get the line just right before you had to head off to work. “You should come do my makeup sometime,” he teased, causing you to scoff at him.

“I can see the tweets now,” you mumbled as you stared at your eyelid in the mirror. “What the fuck happened to Namjoon’s face? The man looks a mess,” you joked. And once again, your focus shifted from your makeup to watch Namjoon as he ducked his chin toward his chest, cute breathy laughs leaving his lips.

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yelah emotionally intelligent men only exist in shit like this

Hi Liv 🥺 can i humbly request #79 for Joon 🥺👉👈 thank you so much. I really love your drabbles and the long term couples 🥺

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 700+

You were so fucking late.

Scrambling through your closet, you groaned at your inability to find the right outfit. Late, late, late. And Namjoon was so patient, as always. It seemed he was always waiting on you in some way or another.

Grabbing the t-shirt off the hanger, you quickly pulled it on before jogging over to the entryway of your bedroom. “I’m so sorry I’m running so late, work was crazy today and I got home and just passed out,” you apologized to Namjoon, watching as the man looked over his shoulder to smile at you. He was dressed coolly but casually for your date, looking as handsome as ever.

“You’re fine,” he shook his head gently, turning completely away from the bookcase he was just perusing, a book in his hands. “You look good like that,” he nodded to your appearance, triggering you to look down at your bare legs, the t-shirt doing nothing to cover anything past your hips.

Grinning at his words, you shook your head in an attempt to cover up your amusement. “I’ll be ready in a minute, I just need, well, pants,” you pointed out, Namjoon chuckling at the comment. He was so pretty when he smiled like that, the laughter light and airy, barely audible.

“Take your time,” he gave you a small nod as he spoke. “I’ll still be here when you’re ready,” he smiled directly at you, his dimples on full display for you.

Cocking your head at him, you locked your eyes on the book he held. “Kafka on the Shore?” You asked, a fond smile toying on your lips.

“Ah. It’s one of my favorites,” he told you, looking down at the novel. Opening the book onto a random page, he smiled. “I like that you annotate your books.” Thinking back to the morning after meeting Namjoon, you recalled reading a collection of poems, and you found his stars and underlines throughout the poems fascinating. They revealed pieces of himself and you couldn’t quite get enough of the markings. “Can I borrow this? I want to read it with your notes.”

Your heart raced at the question as a soft grin found its way to your face. There was something beautiful and intensely intimate about the man reading a book that you jotted notes all throughout. Wanting to allow him to explore those pieces of you, just as you had the privilege of doing with him, you nodded at him.

“Of course,” you whispered, Namjoon grinning widely at your sudden excitement.

“Thanks,” he beamed, already keen on exploring your thoughts on one of his favorite works of literature.

For a moment, before retreating back into your room, you simply stared at him from across your apartment, appreciating all that he was. He was broad, tall, handsome with those damn dimples that you adored. But even more than that, he was intelligent, both emotionally and intellectually. He was warm and soft, safe, like coming home. The man didn’t break eye contact despite the obvious bashfulness taking over due to your gaze on him.

“I love you,” you suddenly told him, softly and sincerely. You just had to tell him. No matter how many times you confessed those feelings, it would never be enough. Every bit of him had all of your love, and you needed him to feel that.

You watched as his eyes widened, his mouth parting just slightly. You had told him you loved him before but it was still new enough that he just wasn’t quite accustomed to hearing the words leave your lips.

“I’ll be right out, make yourself at home, please,” you told him with a smirk, amused by the way those three words just rocked his world and stunned the strapping leader.

“Oh-okay,” he replied just as you stepped back into your room, your smile wider than ever. You were just through the door when he cleared his throat. “Hey,” he called out, you quickly popping your head back out to look at him expectantly. “I love you too,” he told you, the words instantly bringing a smile to your face.

“I know that,” you told him gently, the man exhaling into a light laugh. The man looked to the floor for a quick moment before looking back up at you.

“Good,” he told you, his dimples still displayed upon his cheeks. “Because I really do.”

“Don’t ever write a cypher about me, I’ll cry.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s part 2 to “I’m not walking out on you” in which Yoongi and reader/Kid get into a pretty major fight. This takes place that same night and the next day. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

Sleep doesn’t come too easy for those with the weight of two aching hearts inside their chest. The throbbing of your own heart, you could handle. But knowing you were the cause of your lover’s pain sat heavy in your mind. The look of regret, hurt, defeat that was etched across Yoongi’s features was impossible to shake, hovering over you like a sleep paralysis demon of your own creation.

Your tears had stopped since you shut yourself away in your bedroom, but the regret was all the more deep and unsettling. At the sound of the washing machine beeping on the other side of the door, you rolled onto your side, facing the wooden barrier that kept you from Yoongi. You were so sick of walls, but it was all that you knew.

Lifting yourself from the mattress, you began tiptoeing across the room to move the bedding to the dryer. You couldn’t sleep anyway. However, when you carefully pulled the door open, not wanting to alert your boyfriend of your activity, you were stopped in your tracks, the air leaving your lungs as you remained completely still. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, you watched as Yoongi transferred the sheets from the washing machine to the dryer.

He didn’t hear the door open, appearing oblivious to your presence. And perhaps that was why he wasn’t more careful in concealing the sniffle that sounded in the hallway, the small fragile sound stabbing your heart. When he raised his arm to his face, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe across his cheek, there was no mistaking the emotional state of the man. Yoongi was crying, and it was your fault.

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“I can’t eat my cup of noodles because the microwave is an asshole”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 2,342

“Babe, we said we’d get dinner Thursday night, as in tomorrow night,” your boyfriend told you over the phone. He was wrong, you were sure of it. There is no way you were the one who mixed up the days. “I have my meeting with the producers tonight, remember?” You definitely remembered Yoongi’s meeting, but you could have sworn he told you it was on a different night.  

“No, we said Wednesday night, as in tonight, because I start working the late shift tomorrow. This is my only free night for a week, Yoon.” You held the phone to your ear using your shoulder as you began shoving things into your bag as quickly as you could, trying to get out the door so you wouldn’t be late for work.   

“I’m not an idiot, y/n. I wouldn’t double book you with my meeting.” You could hear the aggravation in his tone. You stopped throwing things into your bag momentarily as you responded to him bitterly.

“Oh, so I’m the idiot then? Nice, Yoongi, thanks.”

“Jesus.” A sigh sounded through your eardrum, a clear sign of your boyfriend’s annoyance with you and the situation.  “I didn’t say that. I’m just saying that I’m not the one who messed up the days.”

You scoffed in response as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. “Whatever, I have to go. I’ll see you, well, who knows the fuck when,” you snipped into the phone as you stepped into the elevator of your apartment building, pushing the button to take you to the ground floor. “I just wanted to see you, you know.” Your tone softened, showing a moment of vulnerability.

Yoongi immediately picked up on the dejection in your voice. “Y/n…”

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Hello! Can i request prompt no 57 with seokjin please? Thank you!! ☺☺☺

“There is enough room for both of us.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 400+

Searching the back of the car, you pulled your eyebrows together in thought. “Jin,” you called out, the man humming in response as he searched through his tackle box, perusing his lures. “Did you unload the other sleeping bag?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned, still pushing around the various lures as you looked from him, back to the car, to the bag with the tent, and the single sleeping bag sitting next to it.

“Did we only pack one sleeping bag?” You asked, the question finally getting Jin’s full attention as he looked up to see you staring at him curiously.

“Huh? No, I thought I grabbed them both.” Getting up to check the car again before looking over the camp spot, he pulled a face of immediate guilt. “Uh,” he let out a breathy chuckle.

“Jin,” you whined, leaning your head back in frustration.

“I’m sorry, Poopsie, I really thought I grabbed it,” he apologized, reaching for your waist and pulling you against his frame, you looking at him with a pout.

As you sighed, he let the smile he had been holding back break through, you groaning at the sight. “It’s not funny,” you warned.

“It is a little funny,” he insisted, you glaring at him as he chuckled a bit.

“We’re here for two nights and we have one sleeping bag,” you pointed out. “But thank god you packed three different fishing poles,” you complained, Jin laughing even more at the comment.

“We’re camping, Poopsie, I want to catch a fish,” he defended. “Hey, at least I packed the tent,” he pointed out, the comment causing a smile to break through your stern expression. “I’m sorry,” he told you sincerely.

Leaning your forehead against his chest, you draped your arms around his body. “It’s ok,” you forgave, hiding a smile against his shirt as you did so.

“You know,” he started, piquing your interest. “There is enough room for both of us,” he told you, “you know, in the one sleeping bag.” Well, that really was your only option at that point.

However, the tone of his voice and the quickness of his solution alerted you to a certain purposefulness to his indiscretion. “Did you do this on purpose?” You asked, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

“What?” He let out a huff of air as if offended by your question. “Of course not.”

“Oh, ok,” you accepted his answer easily. “I was just thinking it would be kind of romantic if you did,” you shrugged, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Oh?” He questioned in surprise, you humming in response as you continued to kiss along his face and jaw. A few moments of silence went by, you trailing the kisses down his neck, the man’s arms tightening around you.

“Well actually, you know, maybe I did plan-”

“Jin!”

“I’m a simple man, love.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: ok, this is legit just Jin coming home exhausted after dance practice and recording and his lady just helps him get ready for bed. That’s the plot. Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :)) 

LATELY you’d been having trouble sleeping, just, too much on your mind as the nights grew darker. With your boyfriend still at work, you decided to bake cookies, despite it being nearly 11:30 pm. As the cookies sat in the oven, you leaned over the counter, scrolling through your phone.

The apartment was silent besides the low hum of the TV that you left on for white noise, and yet you still barely heard the front door click shut, the sound of rustling hardly audible. You looked toward the entrance, waiting for your boyfriend to step into view, and when he finally walked further into the apartment he didn’t even look your way as he made a bee line to the sofa, falling onto it carelessly.

You held back a giggle at his lack of awareness, acknowledging he must be exhausted. Grabbing a freshly baked cookie from the previous batch, you made your way to your tired boyfriend, smiling as you approached him, his eyes already closed.

“My love,” you said softly, Jin’s eyes fluttering open, a small adorable smile overtaking his features.

“There she is,” he said as he stretched his arms over his head. “Hi,” he greeted, you smiling widely at how cute he was.

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Maybe #83 for Jin? (my love my light) I LOVE YOU I hope you’re doing okay

“We’re just too in sync.”

(request for: "Stay there. I'm coming to get you.")

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 500+

For as confident of a man as your boyfriend was, he had an adorable habit of getting shy when attention was focused on him. And well, sometimes you had to do things like surprise him with food while he was at work, just to see that bashful grin as his ears tinted red.

However, you had been lugging the bags of food up and down the corridors in search of the man for several minutes and had yet to find him. As you prepared to check the rapline studios, your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Huffing in frustration, you set one of the bags down to answer the call, finding Jin’s contact ID.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, just as Namjoon stepped out of his studio, his eyes instantly finding you.

“Where are you?” Jin asked you just as Namjoon waved at you.

“Uh,” you waved back, “I’m home.”

“Home?” He asked, confusion and skepticism lacing his tone. “I, uh, kind of doubt that.”

“What are you doing here?” Namjoon called out to you, you trying to gesture for him to be quiet, only for the man to pull his eyebrows together in question. “Jin left early to spend the day with you,” he informed you a bit more quietly as he tried to understand what was happening.

“Is that Namjoon?” Jin asked in surprise.

“You’re not at work?” You realized, directing the question to Jin through the phone.

“You’re at my work?” He questioned in surprise.

“I brought you food,” you informed him, all while Namjoon stared at you with wide eyes as he tried to follow the conversation, only hearing your side.

“But I picked up lunch on my way home and I’m now sitting in the living room with two bags of food and no girlfriend,” Jin told you, a smile and laugh working its way into his tone.

“Well fuck,” you breathed out, Namjoon chuckling down the hallway as Jin’s squeaky laughter rang through the speaker. “Hang on, I’ll catch a bus and come home,” you giggled as Namjoon walked toward you.

“No, no, stay there,” Jin told you through the phone as the sound of keys clinked in the background. “I’m coming to get you.”

“You know, Jinnie,” you started as Namjoon appeared in front of you with an amused grin. “We’re just too in sync,” you finished, your boyfriend cackling through the phone as Namjoon chuckled in front of you.

“It’s a blessing and a curse,” Jin agreed, expressing feigned burden in his tone.

“You call this in sync?” Namjoon questioned, poking fun at your mishap.

“Of course I do,” you smiled proudly, as Jin yelled out his own response though Namjoon couldn’t hear him.

“Of course we’re in sync,” he shouted defensively before falling into squeaky laughter, causing a small chuckle to slip from between your lips at the adorable sound.

Definitely in sync. Because only you and Jin would find yourselves in this situation, both trying to surprise the other with food on the same day, ending up in opposite places, both confused and amused by the predicament. How much more in sync could you get?

i cried...i hate this...😭😭😭😭😭😭

“You may want me, but you need you.”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: angst; fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: This drabble includes talks of therapy and anxiety so possible trigger warning. In this, Poopsie is just kind of realizing her struggles with her insecurities and how she projects it onto Jin. And as always, Jin is an absolute sweetheart. Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoy! :))

YOU were doing it again. You knew you were. Jin was just busy, his job was stressful at the moment. They were preparing for a fucking comeback, for godsake, it wasn’t about you.

But you couldn’t stop yourself from sending the text.

You: Can we talk when you get here? If you’re even still coming over.

It wasn’t volatile or aggressive, but you knew he’d read it and know that you were upset, and therefore you’d receive his attention, and that’s all you wanted. Well, that’s what you thought you wanted.

Waiting for the response was the worst, because you couldn’t take your text back. Your emotions were high when you sent it and you knew it was a destructive thing to do, but it felt like the physical illness from the anxiousness sitting in your stomach wouldn’t ease until you hit send.

It had been fifteen minutes since you sent the message, and Jin hadn’t even opened it. God, you were acting like a fucking lunatic, checking the conversation repeatedly to see if he had read it yet.

Trying to distract yourself, you grabbed the drawing pad Jungkook left at your apartment from a few days ago, sifting through the sketches to find a blank page. The kid could draw, you thought as you appreciated his work.

Landing on a blank page, you picked up the pencil from the coffee table and began dragging it across the page. You were not an artist, you just needed the mental break that watching the graphite appear on the white page provided.

Half way through your child-like drawing, your apartment door opened, a very tired Jin stepping inside with his bag thrown over his shoulder. Kicking his shoes off, he lifted his gaze to find you staring at him from the floor in front of the couch.

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“Baby, it’s a goddamn Christmas song”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 834

a/n: Just some Yoongi fluff with very little plot. Enjoy! 

You heard grunts of dissatisfaction at the back end of the car, making you look up from your phone at the rearview mirror. Spotting a disgruntled Min Yoongi as he tried to shove one more bag into the already stuffed full vehicle, you turned to look at him. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out of your mouth. Your boyfriend’s head shot up at the sound, eyes softening as he found you peering over your shoulder at him.

“Don’t even,” he warned as he pushed on the bags. “How much goddamn luggage do these kids need? We’re only going away for the weekend.”

Flashing him a wide grin, you unbuckled your seat belt. “Let me help—”

“Don’t you dare get out of this car,” he told you sternly. “It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“Yeah, so just let me help you so you can get in here and warm up.” You reached for the door handle.

“Y/n, I’m serious. I almost have it,” he said with another shove. With a grunt, he informed you, “we both can’t freeze to death. Who would look after these damn kids?” Laughing, you nodded.

“Aha! I got it,” he said as he slammed the hatch shut. Waddling over to the driver’s seat, he pulled the door open and plopped into the seat, quickly shutting the door and turning to you, flashing you a triumphant gummy smile.

“Wow,” you awed. “No one packs a car like my man,” you said with a smirk, triggering a chuckle out of your shivering boyfriend. Handing you the aux cord, your eyes widened in excitement. “I get to be DJ?”

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how to (successfully) apologise to your significant other.

summary: your boyfriend wants to apologise for constantly ditching you in the middle of your dates.

warning: swearing? that’s basically it lol

genre: fluff, slight angst, 90’s au, whipped jeno & a side of petty reader LOOOOL

pairings: jeno x gender neutral!reader

a/n: planned out a jaemin series after watching a friend of mine’s youtube channel hehe >:3 stay tuned for that!

The sounds of tiny rocks lightly hitting your window was the last thing you were expecting to hear on a Friday at 11:27pm. 

To avoid the rest of your family waking up from the noise, you decided to go see who wanted to bother you at this time.

When you opened your window, the sounds of tiny whispers coming from an unknown place could be heard. Was there someone hiding?

Looking out your window, you locked eyes with the boy you had been dating for almost 2 years. There was a lump of something unidentifiable, maybe a bag filled with things? It was a bit difficult to identify what it was, but you supposed that could wait for a later conversation.

“Go away.” You hissed, about to step back and shut the blinds as a means of avoiding him, but Jeno continued to stand where he was, holding a boombox with ease.

“No! Just hold on a second and hear me out, please.” You could hear the slight crack in his voice as he begged you to give him a chance to listen.

Deliberately choosing not to verbally respond, you stayed stationary in your current position - watching him from your window, giving him the hint that you were silently telling him to continue. 

You might have not been an open book, but he still read your actions very well and could often tell what you were thinking. Perks of being your boyfriend, and all of that.

Jeno coughed multiple times, before hitting the play button on his boombox.

“Caaaaaliforniaa loooove-“ Your boyfriend fumbled to skip the song to the next song. Fantasy by Mariah Carey started playing. You recognised these songs as some that you enjoyed… did he make a mixtape? Specifically for you?

“Agh, shit, give me a minute please (Y/N).”

You deadpanned, “I don’t know why I still like you.”

“I’m glad we kinda share the same sentiment, hun. But at least I know why I like you!” Finally, he played the appropriate song that he had in mind for this situation. Let’s Stay Together by Al Green started quietly playing from the speakers.

“...Have you forgiven me yet?”

“No.” “I have your favourite snacks in this bag!”

“But I want to hear a specific word come out from your mouth.”

“I’ll say what you want, cause I actually mean it. Look, I came here to apologise. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend as of recently-“

“Yeah asshole, spending time with your friends is normal, but constantly ditching me and even ditching me in the middle of a date to hang out with your friends? You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” Sarcasm dripped from your lips, making Jeno wince.

He then let out a sigh, “There’s no excuse for my behaviour, and I will admit that I was a total jerkface or however those shitty rom-coms we watch say these things. We however, are not in a shitty rom-com movie, and I want to make it up to you. Really.”

You raised a brow at his words, “And you couldn’t have picked a better time of day? Usually if someone wants to hang out, they hang out in the daytime so that they can go get some good sleep at night.”

“Just please come down here,” he whined, “If you don’t wanna go out with me now, that’s fine. It’s a hot-as-fuck summer night. At least take the things I got you, and give me an answer? Even if it’s just ‘give me time to think’?”

Pointing a finger at him playfully, you gave him a small smile, “You owe me several dates for the next month to make up for all twelve dates you pissed me off. Uninterrupted.”

“I just spent money on the stuff I go-” The uninterested look on your face made Jeno immediately retract his words, “Deal. Jisung owes me money and I’ll pick up more shifts at the diner, no big deal.”

Lifting a hand, the two of you stood in silence. After a bit of contemplation from your end, Jeno watched your figure run out of your room and out the back of your house quietly.

Obviously you weren’t gonna jump out of your window. You weren’t gonna break your limbs to see your boyfriend, you wouldn’t want to do that right after he apologised for being a complete ass.

Closing the door, the next thing you knew, a dog plushie, a bouquet of your flowers and a bag of your favourite snacks were being gently placed into your arms. 

“I forgive you, but all this trouble for me?” Blinking, you looked up slowly at him.

Jeno simply shrugged, “You’re worth going the extra mile for.”

The sound of a familiar - scratch that, two familiar voices going ‘aww!’ in the bushes could be heard, followed by a ‘shut up! you’re ruining it!’ from a certain Huang.

“You’re forgiven, Nono.” At the mention of his familiar nickname, Jeno’s eyes lit up, making you smile fondly.

The two of you leaned closer to each other, not saying a word, but simply smiling at one another.

“My god, just kiss already, I’m tired of you two acting like Ross and Rachel or whatever!” Your mom yelled, startling everyone else outside. The rocks must’ve woken her up, you deduced.

As the two of you turned to look at one another, a pout formed on Jeno’s face while he shrugged, “Well, now that we’ve got permission from the audience…”

Lifting a hand up, you quickly ran over to your mom, giving her the items to hold before dashing back to your boyfriend and pulling him in by his collar for a long kiss.

Feeling your boyfriend’s hands slowly working their way up your ass, you smacked them away, making him pout.

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: our kitchen | ldh

summary | moving in with your boyfriend is a great idea—just don't forget to ask him if he knows how to build furniture (or how to build anything, really).

genre | fluff, a bit of unseriousness

wc | 1.1k

a/n: the glimo digipack jeno pc i bought shipped 💪 anyways shocked im managing to post before 12am in my timezone (and semi proud of myself?) anyways, i hope you enjoy !!

THERE WERE MANY THINGS you were looking forward to when you and your boyfriend decided to move in together.

Apartment searching had been at the top of that list. It seemed so…idyllic, walking through empty rooms and imagining what pieces of furniture would go where. Sitting at a restaurant and discussing pricing, location, what you needed and didn’t care for—and, of course, being able to even discuss that with someone. Plus, you and Donghyuck had nearly identical tastes in housing, so it had been a breeze finding what you needed.

Of course, after that, there was the cheesy couple stuff you’d both watched your friends do, time and time again. Donghyuck had been insistent on doing dumb photoshoots in the vacant rooms and taking a picture of you two holding the keys to your new home. He’d even made you think up a witty caption together, and you don’t think you’ll ever forget the smug face he made as he pressed the ‘post’ button.

After that came time for you both to pack up your old apartments. It was a lot easier for him than it was for you, as he had multiple roommates, so most of his stuff was only in his room. You, however, had glassware to wrap and sofas to sell, so your packing experience took much longer than his. Donghyuck, in his excitement, helped every step of the way, doing essentially all the heavy lifting (which you were very thankful for).

Then, you had to get furniture.

Initially, you thought that would be the most exciting part of your move. And, to an extent, it was; you must’ve spent hours in miscellaneous furniture stores around town, sitting on possible couches and inspecting about a million refrigerators. You’d bought pretty much everything you needed, and most of it was under your budget, so your pockets weren’t hurting much, either.

Furniture, most of the time, needed to be put together. And, not wanting to waste money, you and Donghyuck mutually agreed that you’d assemble everything yourselves, rather than hiring a bunch of people to do it for you.

That was fine, seriously. You’d assembled mostly all of the furniture in your old apartment, and you figured Donghyuck had probably put a few things in his lifetime.

Wrong. He hadn’t. In fact, he’d never even looked at an instruction manual before he handed his buildable stuff off to Jeno. Even when he was a kid, he had no interest in legos or building blocks—Lee Donghyuck hadn’t built a thing in his life.

Which leads you to right now. So far, you’d put together the TV stand, your bed frame, and two nightstands you’d bought off the internet, all by yourself. Initially, you’d thought that he’d at least be able to help you through reading out directions and handing you things, but that might’ve been silly of you. With Donghyuck’s inability to keep his mouth shut—this trait was helpful, most of the time—he found joy in twisting directions and handing you the wrong things.

To be fair, the antics had been funny and almost endearing at first, but, now, you want your constant building to be over. Of course, you can only get him out of the apartment ever so often, which means he’ll be right next to you until you finish building this desk.

“I don’t get these instructions,” he said, snatching up the pamphlet from next to you. He was pushing you to your limits today, pressing every visible button and sprinkling salt into every wound. Donghyuck was lucky you loved him as much as you did. “Why aren’t there any words? It’s just confusing pictures.”

Putting down your screwdriver, you snatched the directions out of his hands, returning them to where you could see them. “They’re not confusing when you start from the beginning.”

“Whatever,” he hummed, leaning his head on your shoulder. For the whole time you’d been building the desk, he’d sat right next to you, periodically nudging you or laying on you in an attempt to get attention. “So, where is this going? Did we decide mutually or was it a decision you made?”

Sighing, you went back to lining up the desk’s legs with the appropriate screw-holes, wrenching them to the base-wood with as much force as you could muster.

“Bedroom.”

“Oh, really? I heard working in your bedroom can hurt your sleep schedule. Are you sure we don’t have anywhere else to put it?”

“Pretty sure.”

Unfortunately, Donghyuck had already pulled up an article about the subject, beginning to read it aloud for his personal enjoyment. “Working in the bedroom establishes unhealthy associations between your bed and work, making it difficult to mentally disconnect when you’re trying to fall asleep. Additionally—”

“Hyuck. My favorite person. Love of my life. Boyfriend,” you finally said, dropping the screwdriver once again. As kindly as you could, you took him by the chin and raised his head. Donghyuck looked a bit confused, staring at you with an air-headed look that you loved a lot.

“What’s up?”

“Please, for the love of god, shut up. Just until I finish this.”

He frowned at that, grabbing your wrist and lifting you off the floor with him. “All you’ve done for this entire week is build. I get wanting to be done with this, or whatever, but take a break for a bit,” he said, dragging you into the living room. You offered little resistance, knowing that, once you’d stopped, you wouldn’t want to go back to it.

“Finish it tomorrow. Let’s go out to dinner and do something fun instead of sitting in our kitchen messing with a pile of wood.”

He turned to face you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You smiled at him, feeling a bit giddy now.

“Our kitchen,” you repeated, dragging him into a hug.

“Our apartment.”

Even if he’d driven you to the brink of insanity this week, he was still your beloved Lee Donghyuck, your beloved boyfriend, and, now, your beloved roommate. You would enter a new era of your life, side-by-side, moving through the years together. Even if you had to build all the furniture in your shared apartment.

“Okay, we can go to dinner,” you agreed, half-pulling away from him. “Or, we could make dinner together. In our kitchen.”

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“You do know you’re not actually a grandpa, right, Min?”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4K 

a/n: This scenario is inspired by Hozier’s “Jackie and Wilson” so if you know the song and the lyrics, you’ll probably pick up on bits of it throughout this. It’s basically just Yoongi and his partner being soft while listening to the actual Jackie Wilson. I hope you all enjoy!  As always, thanks for reading :)) 

TURNING over in bed, your eyes still stubbornly shut, you felt around for your boyfriend to cuddle into him. Your hand finding nothing but mattress and sheets, you groaned. Slowly opening your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness of the room, you scanned the empty spot next to you.

Reluctantly sitting up, you scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping the duvet around your shoulders, holding it together at the center of your chest. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you sat on the bed, your mind in a haze, Yoongi at the center of it. 

Standing up, you dragged your feet across the bedroom floor, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. As your mind woke up, you began to wonder where Yoongi was. He couldn’t seriously be in the studio already, could he? Growing more curious of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, you shuffled down the hallway, toothbrush still at work, stopping in front of Yoongi’s in-home studio, expecting to find him there. 

Peeking through the door, you found the room empty, the computer monitor’s screen black, no sign of activity since the previous evening. Pulling your eyebrows together, your confusion growing, you walked a little faster down the hallway, scanning the living room quickly, then the kitchen. Still no Yoongi, however, the coffee pot was on, nearly full minus one cup. 

Spitting the toothpaste out in the kitchen sink, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, inhaling deeply, calling out, “Yoongi,” on the exhale, dragging out the final vowel in his name. Freezing as you silently waited for a response, you pouted when you received none. 

As you swished water around your mouth, a knock on the glass panel of the sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen resounded throughout the room, your head quickly snapping towards the sound. 

Your eyes landed on Yoongi sitting in a patio chair, wearing an amused gummy grin with his hand held up waving cutely at you, the other hand wrapped around a coffee mug. Cocking your head at him, you took a moment to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, was outside on the deck at 8 am. 

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“You’re hot when you tell me I’m right.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff; suggestive (bc why not xo) word count: 2.1K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I had this image in my head of Joon reading and Daisy coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around him and him turning toward her to kiss her soooo this is a fic written purely so I could get that scene out into the world lol. Not much plot, just these lovebirds existing together at home. With Monie! That’s all, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

You were still drowsy as you wandered down the hall, Monie following closely along and just as sleepy. Yawning and rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you nearly turned into the kitchen until the sound of a page turning caught your attention. Namjoon’s dark hair was visible over the back of the sofa as he read a book, and the sight of him had your heart melting in content, happy to see him simply existing. No one deserved to just be more than him.

Kneeling down to the dog standing at your feet, you pointed in Namjoon’s direction. “Go get daddy,” you whispered to Monie, your eyes widening in hopes of transferring some excitement from yourself to the dog. “Go get him, go see dad.”

After a few seconds, the dog trotted across the floor until he sat in front of where Namjoon sat on the couch, and in another second, Monie was jumping onto your boyfriend’s lap. As the man greeted the dog cheerfully, you smiled fondly, admiring the man for his gentleness. He placed the book on the arm of the sofa, holding his place with a single finger between the pages as he dedicated his attention to Monie, scratching the dog’s face and neck.

Leaning against the wall and watching from afar, you listened as Namjoon talked to the pup. “Did you have a good nap? Yeah? You did?” He asked, his voice raised in pitch. “Is mom awake too or did you leave her?” Smiling, you stepped into the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water, one for you and one for Namjoon. A few more moments passed before his voice called out to you. “Babe?”

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“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you laugh”

Seokjin x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 1.4K

a/n: Here’s a Jinnie drabble where him and his s/o realize their in love while their laughing, which I think is freaking cute. The whole end of this is just them kissing and laughing. I don’t know, I just like the idea of Jin finding a partner who he can laugh and laugh and laugh with. Even when they’re trying to have a heated kiss. I hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Seokjin must have just told his ninth dad joke of the night, and you were both practically rolling on the ground, choking on your own cackles. Both of you were seated cross-legged on your sofa, facing each other. His face was lit up in delight as his eyes watched you, a loud laugh bursting from his grinning mouth. You were holding your hands over your wide smile, your eyes crinkled so much you could hardly see out of them, and an equally loud laugh booming from your vocal chords.

Looking at him, mid laugh. That’s when you knew.

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deluxe version — jeon wonwoo

pairing: wonwoo x reader

genre: fluff, a dash of angst

warnings: cursing (just one word)

word count: 963

summary: in which you and wonwoo spend some alone time together

a/n: i just wanna hold wonwoo and tell him how much he means to me, yk??

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CUTE MOMENTS WITH BOYFRIEND!HAECHAN !

LATE-NIGHT CALLS. donghyuck moves his body to face the wall as he waits for you to answer the call. the bed in his hotel room in tokyo isn't as comfortable as the one he shares with you and his pillow doesn't have your perfume on it. it's been difficult days since he left to perform the japan concerts that are part of the new nct 127 tour. he crosses out in his mind the days that are missing to feel you in his arms again. “hello, hyuck,” your voice sounds sleepy and for a moment he thinks he's interrupted your sleep. “hello, love. did i wake you up?” he asks softly. on the other end of the line is you, just woken up abruptly by the sound of an incoming call. indeed, he woke you up. however, something inside you limits you and you prefer to innocently lie. “no, honey, you haven't. how about japan, the concert?” a smile spreads across donghyuck's face, he has missed performing in front of his fans. the only thing that makes him happier than that is you. he starts to tell you about his last days and the adrenaline rush that seems to never go away every time he gets on stage. you listen carefully, this life's meant to be his. “i wish you were here with me, though,” the sound of his voice trails off as he blurts put those words. he got used to spending his days by your side and, now that he's miles away from you, he feels somewhat disoriented. “i miss you too, love, but, hey! aren't you enjoying meeting new fans and your time with the boys?” he mutters an almost inaudible yes, he doesn't trust his voice. “then it's worth it, hyuck. tell me more, please.” after taking a deep breath, he manages to swallow the lump that formed in his throat and continues recounting his adventures and moments of enjoyment. he misses you deeply, but he knows you'll be waiting for him with open arms as soon as he walks through the front door again. in his imagination, his fingers entwined with yours lie quietly on the soft sheets as your bodies come face to face. he loves you, and he'll continue his countdown to see and kiss you again.

DOING LAUNDRY TOGETHER. “and then he ate it. he looked at me in the eye and ate it,” donghyuck indignantly recounts how jungwoo ate the last piece of the lunch the group shared while pulling clothes out of the washing machine. “he was probably hungry, hyuck,” you say as you take the clothes in your hands and drop them in one of the baskets. “no, (y/n), he ate his entire plate and then he ate mine. and his plate had double– no! triple what mine had,” you let out a soft chuckle as you walk over to his side and take his face between your hands to plant a delicate kiss on his addictive lips. “you always eat his food, hyuck, let him eat yours,” you say as you kiss him again. “hey! it's no fun if you side with him,” you laugh and his hands travel to your sides to start ticking you. the room is flooded with laughter and screams in seconds and the clothes are forgotten on one side. “are you on his side? does my beautiful girlfriend take someone else's side?” he asks as he continues to tickle your body. “no–” laugh, “it's ju-it's just–” laugh, “s-stop–” laugh. donghyuck ignores your words and continues his attack until his fingers start to ache slightly. your body is lying on the floor and it doesn't take long for him to lie down next to you, but not before leaving a quick kiss on your lips. you move until your head finds his warm chest and he gently kisses it. “i can cook something if you're hungry,” you offer. “let's cook together, love,” your boyfriend replies, “but let me kiss you some more first,” he says as he lifts your face to press his lips against yours. doing laundry can be really fun, donghyuck thinks as he continues to kiss you deeply.

WHEN YOU MAKE THE BEST USE OF SMALL PLACES. “hyuck, i don't fit in there,” you say in an obvious tone. it's been hours since your boyfriend sat in front of his computer and he hasn't paid attention to you ever since. you tried to get some college work done and it was very much productive for the first few hours until you started to miss his touch. you didn't want to bother him since you knew how important it was for him to be focus on his hours of play, but it was inevitable for you to touch his shoulder as soon as you began to get impatient. “yes, you do fit in here, baby, just come.” you boyfriend's best offer was to sit on his lap after you've confessed how much you missed him, however, the chair he's sitting on isn't roomy enough for both of you. “hyuck,” you say complainingly. “wait,” he settles back well into the backrest and grabs you by the waist to position you between his legs, your feet touching the chair. “here we go. wasn't that hard, was it, love?” he asks mockingly. you adjust better so that your head's resting on his chest and his hands press his grip around you tighter, pulling you fully into his body. after a few minutes, you fall into a deep sleep with your fingers firmly gripping his hoodie. “sweet dreams, baby, i love you,” donghyuck says as he places a kiss on the top of your head and continues his game.

ENJOYING THE SILENCE TOGETHER. a heavy rain interrupted the afternoon you had prepared for donghyuck on his day off. you'd go on a picnic in front of the han river, enjoy a nice walk holding hands, and then go home to sleep cuddling all night. it wasn't something very extravagant or big but it had been prepared with a lot of love. the tears that formed in your eyes melted your boyfriend's heart with sadness, he knew you had been waiting for this day for weeks now and suddenly everything was spoiled by the unexpected rain. in an attempt to calm you down, he offered you a quick nap. one hour turned into two, two into three and three into five. by the time you both wake up, the rain had stopped and gray clouds were creeping into the sky. you decided to stay home because it was cold and neither of you wanted the other to get sick. after a couple of kisses, silence inevitably came. while reading your book, donghyuck watches a new drama on his phone. you don't exchange a word but you feel inexplicably comfortable. your legs on his are the only connection needed, aside from your souls. you look at him, you can't believe how lucky you are to have him in your life. he looks at you, he knows that he'll marry you one day.

LATE-NIGHT WALKS HAND BY HAND. night had slowly fallen into seoul. after a date full of love and tenderness to which donghyuck took you with the excuse of celebrating you for being you, you decided to walk under the moonlight enjoying the warm wind and each other's company. the moon you stared at last night as you talked about a dreamy future together is the same one that tonight finds you smiling at each other as you confess your love through whispers and kisses as soft as a feather. there are times when donghyuck feels like he doesn't value you like you deserve, that he doesn't spend enough time with you even though tries, that he doesn't take you out on dates often, that he doesn't kiss you like you deserve to be kissed. you don't complain, though. you know that his hectic schedule sometimes doesn't allow him to be by your side all day, but the fact that he lives the life he has dreamed of comforts you in its entirety. “i love you,” he says as he holds your face in his hands. he leaves a kiss on your forehead, one on each side of your cheeks, one on your nose. then he directs them to your neck until they finally land on your lips. “i love you so much,” he repeats. “my heart has ceased to belong to me since the day i started loving you,” he confesses between kisses. “it's yours, i'm yours,” he whispers with tears in his eyes. he loves you so much it hurts. “i love you, hyuck, i'll love you forever,” you reply, looking into his eyes. “all that i promised you last night will come true, love, i promise,” he says. the moon that keeps each night talk is the same one that witnesses such act of love in its purest expression, and the same one that knows that all the promises he had made to you are patiently waiting to be fulfilled. and the moon knows he will.

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It’s The Way You Learn To Love

pairing: any (male) idol x you

word count: 1.1k

a/n: ik this is something very different and HYYH is gonna be updated a lil later I have just been in my feels so. here’s a short lil thing you can input your bias into (i originally wrote it for wonwoo actually haha) :) please. tell me what you think cuz tbh I am so insecure about my writing it’s been a hot minute since I did so regularly lol, also to my fellow abused babes whose view of love has been warped because of what they’ve been through you’re not alone and you deserve to have this! without further ado here is a very self indulgent drabble lol

It’s the way you thought he forgot your birthday. He comes home from work with a soft smile, excited to see you as always, and your heart sinks when you see his empty hands. He pulls you into a hug and tells you you’re going out for the night, and to wear whatever you like. You swallow the lump in your throat and do your makeup, and he takes you to the cinema; the fancy one you like, with the cushy sofas and drinks delivered to your seat. He buys a bottle of wine and pulls you back against his chest and presses a soft kiss into your hair, whispering “happy birthday, baby”, and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you.

“I thought you forgot, you didn’t get me anything”

“We just never did that in my family, so I didn’t really think to. I’m sorry, we can go shopping together after this if you want,” And you realise you hadn’t really discussed it, he wasn’t raised that way, and the memories you made that night meant more to you than any material possession could have. When your anniversary comes a few months later he arrives home holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

It’s the way he holds your hand in crowds because he knows you get anxious and, while he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he is scared of losing you in the sea of people. He traces circles on the back of your hand absentmindedly; a subconscious way of calming you down. And when you glance back at him he grins and gives your hand three squeezes - your own nonverbal way of saying “I love you”. You squeeze back. One. Two. Three.

It’s the way you got all done up because you weren’t feeling great about yourself and he doesn’t mention it. You are in a bad mood all day and even you don’t realise why. You go to see him in the practice room and the members are all slightly teasing.

“You’re looking just as good as he’s been saying,”

“He hasn’t shut up about you all day!”

And he kisses you in front of them all, which he never usually does, eyes adoring and bright as he gazes down at you. He sees the vulnerability in yours. He’s absolutely lovesick, he’s just shy, and you blush as he cups your face in his hands.

“You look so good, always,” he whispers, shutting out the oohing and aahing of the other men watching you.

It’s the way he reads to you in a deep, gentle voice as you lie in his lap and look up to watch his concentrated face. Every so often he moves his hand to card it through your hair, or lean down to kiss you briefly, and when you’re lulled into a peaceful sleep by the husky susurrations he chuckles softly and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover you with. “I knew that would work,” he murmurs. You have been struggling to sleep recently. He keeps his fingers running through your tresses idly, unable to take his eyes off of you.

It’s the way he brings you random clay figures and kitschy knick knacks from antique shops because they made him think of you, your favourite chocolate bar from the corner store near your apartment because you had a bad day, your coffee in the morning from the coffee shop down the street because you’re too busy. And he never asks anything in return, but he never has to, because you do the same for him. You’re always on each other’s minds. Your apartment is full of tiny things. Your favourite is a set of baby blue and grey porcelain cat salt and pepper shakers, because they are so reminiscent of you both.

It’s the way he sits on the floor and holds you tight to him as your body shakes, wracked with sobs, as the stress overwhelms you. And he tells you your anxiety, your depression, your stress - they are not going to make him leave no matter how much you’ve been made to feel like they’re flaws. He tells you love is not the dopamine rush that makes you addicted to someone and he is not chasing a high - his love is caring, his love is patient, his love is not only available to you when you are happy and doing everything he wants. He tells you he hates that you’ve been made to feel like you’re only lovable when you’re useful or ‘nice to be around’, and that you never have to hide your bad days or be afraid to be vulnerable with him. Your fists are balled into his shirt and you apologise incoherently for ruining it with your tears. He kisses your forehead and rocks you in his lap, fingers tracing random shapes on your back. At one point he draws “i ♡ you” on your skin and you can’t help giggling through the tears. He knows you would do the same. In fact you have, many times.

It’s the way he stays silent as you yell at him, random things that don’t mean anything but you’re just too pent up to care. And he knows you’re getting overly emotional and starting arguments over nothing because of how you were raised and your tense home environment, he never blames you, he just waits until you’re all cried out before asking if you need space to calm down or are okay to talk about it now. You never insult him, it is never personal, and he gets it. He doesn’t have to, but he does.

It’s the way you need to vent and he just sits and nods. He listens intently, and he isn’t waiting for his turn to speak. He isn’t thinking about what he could say. He’s genuinely listening, and when you’re finished he tells you it sounds stressful, and he’s proud of you, and he’s always there to hear you out, and you feel a million pounds lighter.

It’s the way you’re both screaming, the atmosphere is tense, and neither of you can really remember why you got so angry. His pride doesn’t get in the way though, and he makes sure every time you fight to tell you he loves you, because he knows you’re scared he’ll leave. And he reminds you it’s normal to fight, and you will talk it out and be okay, and no matter what he adores you and is not going anywhere just because you disagree on something. Because you’re two different people, of course you will have different opinions, but at the end of the day you are one. You tell him you love him too.

It’s the way you have to unlearn everything you were ever taught.

It’s the way he gives you the space to.

It’s the way he loves you.

He loves you.

highest walls, strongest armour

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: they say opposites attract but what about similars?

contains: hurt/comfort, angst w a happy ending, mentions of insomnia, reader n vernon learn how to communicate w each other challenge

a/n: “pardon my emotions, i should probably keep it all to myself, know you’d make fun of me.” a remix to this fic

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you just came home from probably the worst day in a while. everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong and you just wanted to bury yourself deep in the covers of your bed. turn off your phone and isolate yourself from the world until you had the strength to pick yourself back up. but you also felt this contrasting but equally overwhelming urge to run to vernon, your boyfriend, for comfort.

you weren’t the best at expressing yourself, let alone let yourself being vulnerable, the strong armour you had built for your fragile heart standing in the way. vernon wasn’t the most sentimental either and maybe that was what made you so attracted to each other.

all you knew for sure, is that it was making this whole relationship painfully complicated.

but that was the thing, right? this was a relationship, not a competition. it wasn’t about who would crack first and run to the other for consolation but more about trusting the other to catch you when you needed it and you definitely needed it.

and so with a thumping heart, you hopped in your car to go to his dorms.

he opens the door for you with a soft smile on his face and you can already feel your heart melting.

“hi,” he greets you before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

after leading you to his room, he sits you down on his bed, assuming that you wanted to tell him something.

“so what’s up?”

“i um…” you start as your eyes drift to the floor, somehow feeling embarrassed for wanting his comfort. “i had a bad day at work,” you finally say, barely louder than a whisper, fearing his reaction for whatever reason.

“oh, what happened?”

“nothing was really working out the way i wanted it to today and it’s really making me feel like shit and i thought about just sleeping it off but realised that seeing you would probably make me feel better. just thought that you could maybe… hold me?”

you felt heat rush to your face at those words. was he going to think you were childish, maybe even pathetic for coming to him about a bad day?

your eyes shyly search for his to try and see if that was the case, only to find surprise written all over his face.

he chuckles nervously.

“like a hug? from me?”

damn. you hadn’t felt this stupid in a while. you wish you could’ve just come up with some bullshit response to brush this embarrassing moment but you couldn’t. there was a lump forming in your throat as heavy tears started to fill your eyes.

perfect. guess this truly was the last straw for you today. your face was burning with utter humiliation and you knew that that was your cue.

“i think i’m gonna head home,” you whisper before leaving the dorms, knowing he wouldn’t chase after you.

and he didn’t. that just wasn’t him.

he was left on his bed, staring at the door you had left wide open, knowing exactly why you left. he froze and gave you the worst reaction possible. he had never seen you like this and didn’t know how to react. it was just easier to avoid talking about more serious things since to truly comfort you, he’d have to tear down his own walls and he just didn’t have the guts for it.

but was betraying your trust in him really worth the supposed safety of those walls?

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several days had passed since that night, your hurt slowly turning into regret and embarrassment, actively avoiding him every time you ran into him. that moment replaying over and over again in your head, wishing you had never brought up your feelings, wishing you had kept your armour up and promised yourself to never make that mistake again.

vernon, on the other hand, felt his inability to react well when you needed him weigh on him more with each passing day. it was taking a toll on him.

he could barely sleep at night, tossing and turning, trying to come up with a way to apologise. he knew that apologising meant opening up but that refusing to do so meant losing you. both scenarios scared him shitless but he knew that there was only one right answer to his dilemma and yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to face you, scared that you despised him by now. why would you stay with such a coward? his fear caused him to put it off, each night worse than the last until his body reached its breaking point.

you were bingeing a tv show in your home when you received a call from seungcheol.

“hey y/n, think you can come pick vernon up?”

“why?” the hostility in your own voice surprising you.

“he fainted during practice so we can’t let him go home on his own.”

hearing those words felt like your entire body had been dumped in ice water.

“fuck, i’m on my way.”

you quickly hang up, slip on some shoes and drive to the pledis building.

after running up the stairs, you barge in the practice room panting to find him sitting on the floor while the others are standing around him, your sudden entry making them all turn to you.

“thank you for coming through,” says seungcheol as he helps vernon up and walks up to you.

you slowly approach him and gently hold his face in your hands. he looks completely drained.

“what happened?”

“he hasn’t been sleeping well lately so paired up with an intense dance routine, it was bound to go wrong,” replies hoshi, a guilty frown on his face.

“you idiot,” you whisper loud enough that only vernon could hear it and despite the insult, relief washes over him now knowing that you don’t completely hate him, that he still had a chance to make it up to you.

you take over from seungcheol so vernon’s body is now leaning on yours.

“we’ll get going, take care everyone!” you announce and are met with multiple goodbyes before exiting the room.

the car ride back home is heavy with silence, vernon anxiously glancing at you from time to time while you focus on the road. the atmosphere is nasty and you can both feel it so vernon decides to get on with it.

“i thought you were angry with me,” he says in a hushed tone, barely having the courage to look at you.

“do you want me to be angry right now?” you retort, desperately trying to keep a strong facade.

“no, no, that’s not what i meant.”

the silence wraps the both of you again.

in the elevator going up to your apartment, vernon realises that apart from holding him up, you haven’t hugged him, nor kissed him, in fact you barely spared him a look ever since you picked him up and that realisation causes a lump to form in his throat and his heart to squeeze painfully. were you planning on leaving him after this?

he takes a deep breath in an effort to calm himself down, not wanting you to see him this way.

after entering your apartment, you go straight to the kitchen while he follows you like a lost puppy.

“go to the bedroom and change into some more comfortable clothes, i’m gonna make you some tea,” you say as you vaguely nod to said room, knowing that you owned clothes that would fit him.

“alright.” his voice sounds small, he feels small, like his very heart was made of thin glass and you were the one holding it.

when you enter the bedroom with a cup of chamomile tea, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. his eyes are now scanning you for any sign of… anything, trying to decipher what was going through your head.

you sit down on the bed next to him and place the cup on the bedside table.

“when you’re finished with your tea, try to sleep, okay? i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

the living room? he wouldn’t be able to count all the times you guys napped together even if he used a graphing calculator. he didn’t like this. he didn’t like this at all.

“stay,” he blurts out, louder than he has been all day.

you look him in the eye for the first time since the practice room and he feels his heart get heavier somehow.

“we can talk after you get some rest,” you reply, averting your gaze from his gentle brown eyes that were starting to eat away at your armour.

you start getting up but stop when he grabs your hand.

“that’s exactly why i haven’t been sleeping.”

you can only look at his hand in silence, his words making you freeze.

“not being able to talk to you isn’t healthy for me as you can see,” he chuckles nervously even though his voice broke mid-sentence. this was now or never. he wasn’t going to lose you, even if that meant destroying his highest walls.

“vernon, let’s just leave it…” you trail off, cowering even though you had promised yourself to not show that side of yourself anymore. much less to him. it was almost like the sound of his voice was strong enough to shatter the armour you had so meticulously built around your heart, leaving you defenceless. completely vulnerable for him to see.

“i’m sorry.”

it’s short and sincere and enough to make the tears in your eyes unbearably heavy.

“you were clearly upset that day and instead of keeping it to yourself, you came to me but i… i was scared, i guess. because if you had the guts to open up to me, that meant that i could too and that scared me into pushing you away. i just wasn’t- i wasn’t brave enough in that moment. and i know that i probably sound so childish right now.”

there’s a brief silence before you hear vernon sniffle, only being able to watch as tears escape his eyes.

“but i’m also not willing to lose you because i’m too childish to admit that i get sad too and also want you to hold me when that happens.”

he lowers his head at that last part. his tears wetting the bed sheets.

you almost wanted to laugh at how absurd the odds were that the two of you could find each other and fall for each other like this. it almost felt like fate and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but just like how you had struggled to come to him that day, he just struggled to open up to you and for now, that was enough for you.

you give his hand a gentle squeeze as a silent request to look at you and he does.

“i forgive you. we’ll just have to learn to trust each other more from now on. and besides, who else could provide me with a supply of free beanies as big as yours?”

a smile appears on his face for the first time in a while and kisses your hand.

“i’ll buy you all the beanies in the world.”