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darling, you’re the one
pairing → kim mingyu x reader
word count → 543
genre → fluff…. domesticity….. pov ur bf is mingyu and hes annoying but also ur favorite person….
song inspo → all day by george, i want to be with you by chloe moriondo (acoustic)
warnings → none
a/n → mingyu for brains. that is all.
You’re in bed when Mingyu gets home.
It’s not late, nor are you tired, nor are you trying to surprise him with anything. It’s just one of those nights, you suppose - they happen a lot when it starts getting cold out. The days get shorter and you get home at sunset or later than sunset, and all you really want to do is put on some pajamas and lounge. So you’re in bed when Mingyu gets home, dressed in one of his old t-shirts and watching some random drama on your phone.
The front door shuts and you hear the lock click before footsteps get closer to the bedroom, muffled by the carpet. Mingyu stands in the doorway for a moment, eyes on you, and you stare back without a word. He shrugs his coat off, then his shoes (putting them away nicely, as always) and then collapses directly on top of you on the bed.
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types of hugs with « kim sunwoo »
↳ ones filled with silent understandingIt’s long days at work that leave you dragging your feet, sore and tired. You’re too physically exhausted, the muscles in every portion of your body protesting as you move, on fire with an ache. Honestly, it’s too much to even remember the standard motor functions of your body, too mentally exhausted, as well.
It’s days that you get into petty arguments with your friends. He said, she said—and then something was taken out of context, but you can’t remember. You’re both equally too stubborn in your pride to give in, but you both love each other enough to step back and cool off. Yet it leaves an emptiness in the cavity of your chest, one that you can’t quite fill up with placeholder noise that doesn’t break the silence of a constant in your daily life.
It’s days that you get a call from your mom. In motherly fashion, she frets and worries. It starts off small until it builds up into too much, and there’s a throbbing just beyond your forehead from a headache and frustration. It’s not that you don’t love her, she’s your mother, but just a simple phone call can leave you in a less than pleasant mood. Her worries build up something akin to annoyance, your distant replies something she takes as a lack of affection. You try to refuse her statements, ease her worries—all the while, your anxiety grows and your shoulders sag with unknown stresses she adds to.
It’s days like these, where you walk through the door to home—too quiet—and he knows something is off.
The soft click is all that alerts Sunwoo of your presence, him lifting his head and pulling one earbud out to look up from the laptop and greet you. Instantly, though, he takes one look at you, and holds his tongue. It’s days like these that he just knows. He’s immediately setting his laptop aside on the couch, crossing the room in a swift motion, and engulfing you into his arms.
His broad shoulders feel like a blanket as his arms wrap around you, pulling you against his lithe frame. Without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face against his neck, breathing him in. He smells like warmth, like home—like unnamed spices or your favorite food on a Sunday morning, and the smell of fresh laundry straight out of the dryer, paired with that same warmth he emanates. You can feel yourself melt against him, willingly wanting to be smothered by the comfort of his presence that you love so much.
You don’t feel you’re upset enough about anything in particular to need to break down, but you stand there on the precipice. And Sunwoo holds you together with just that silent hug.
Sunwoo’s thumb works circles against your back, just by your shoulder blade. Soothing. He wants to ask what’s wrong, he wants to know if he can help—but he knows better than to say something. It’s days like these that you appreciate that.
His silent understanding, and the comfort that comes with it, does wonders. Sunwoo’s innate instinct to know that something is wrong, and that maybe it’s not quite big enough to share or vent about—because it will all pass—but that really what you need is a stronghold to cling to until it does, is both impressive and appreciated.
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🌹5HINee
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Worth A Shot
Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader
Tags: >1k words, drabble, humor, feat svt besties.
Warnings: alcohol & language. Hoshi is drunk and hilarious to everyone but Seungkwan, per usual.
Summary: The Mansae hair was bad. Admit it. I’m looking at you @dinoshii. Stop defending it.
You’re not even sure how the conversation began.
Perhaps it was when Seungkwan broke out the high school yearbook. Perhaps it was when Seokmin poured another round of shots because Soonyoung drunkenly demanded, “Another round for me and the whole bar!”, even though you were sitting in the middle of Jeonghan and Joshua’s living room, huddled on and around two very small couches and an old spread out futon.
One minute there is light laughter and peaceful conversation and the next minute, all out chaos.
As per usual, your boyfriend Chan is fighting for his life. “It was not even that bad!”
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PAIRING: idol!yeonjun × gn!reader
GENRE: angst
WARNINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 0.8k
A/N: ngl idk if the message im trying to convey about your relationship and reason for leaving makes sense,,,, oh and btw this is angst no comfort :)
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where sunwoo comforts you in the middle of the night.
pairing: boyfriend!sunwoo x genderneutral!reader
genre: angst, fluff, basically a comfort fic
warnings: self deprecation
word count: 1k+
a/n: sunwoo has helped bring me so much comfort this past week. he’s the reason i’m able to smile through the hardships i’ve faced and the reason i stay motivated to live into the next day, so i wrote this scenario on a whim
permanent taglist: @simpforsunwoo @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @fullsunfluff @lcvekdy @deputyjuyeon @nyujjan @jaekiths @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig
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ATEEZ / you’re getting hate
warnings: some strong language and angst, but the contents of the hate are not explicitly mentioned.
requested by anonymous.
↣ seonghwa
At first, there were a few hateful comments here and there. It bothered you both, but you put up with it, thinking it would just take time for people to get used to you two together. But, paradoxically, the longer you dated, the more disgusting were the things that popped up online about you or your relationship.
Seonghwa – and you, too, to be honest – had naturally expected the opposite. It would have made sense for the hate online to cease when everyone got used to your relationship.
And yet, as soon as it was clear that this wouldn’t be the case, Seonghwa reacted in the only way that seemed appropriate: he cut off his communication online completely.
It was fairly obvious why he felt the need to do that – sending hate to his significant other was practically the same as sending hate to him directly. Actually, this might have been even worse, because if he was the one on the receiving end of it, he could close his eyes and move on. This was an unfortunate part of his job.
But you deserved the world – and this was something that Seonghwa considered to be a fact, not just merely a lovesick delusion – so, any hate directed at you was not acceptable.
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