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shoot your shot | hwang hyunjin

▸ genre: fluff, basketball player! hyunjin

▸ description: the evolution from being on your phone during basketball games to staring at a certain hwang hyunjin.

▸ word count: 3.9k

▸ warnings: swearing

▸ a/n: i had to include bandana hyunjin in there somewhere im sorry lmao also this was proofread at 1am so I apologize for any mistakes >.<

“COME ON!! SHOOT IT, MINHO!!”

Jisung’s shouting instantly made you look up from your phone, pausing the pretty interesting game of Angry Birds you had going on. A second later, you saw how the ball was thrown in the direction of the hoop, and it circled the rim a few times before it finally went in. The referee blew his whistle right before loud cheers filled the auditorium, Jisung still screaming for Minho.

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The Deep End

Part of ‘Heaven or Hell’ my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Hwang Hyunjin

Status: Fallen Angel

Abilities: Hydrokinesis

Summary: Hyunjin has always been drawn to the ocean. You, on the other hand, are terrified by it.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Mentions of death

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NOT YOUR AVERAGE BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. spiderman au!! some angst. warnings. mentions of injuries, crying, cheating (but no one is), and overall light angst. some kissing. pairing. spiderman!beomgyu x fem!reader. wc. 3k. (help me) a/n. i've wanted to do this for so long. and i'm so freaking excited posting this rn. i hope i did an okay job 😭

Sometimes you wondered why you had been so unlucky in your life. Every unfortunate event seemed to happen to you, while everyone you knew was just swimming in good fortune. It simply wasn’t fair or even explainable.

Your bad luck seemed to be on a streak this particular week, Monday starting off with a failed test grade, Tuesday gifting you a new top-ten most embarrassing moments of your life encounter, and insomnia blessing your body with no sleep on Wednesday night. Whoever was up there in the sky deciding peoples fates was outdoing themselves with yours.

After taking a power nap until 11 pm to substitute for the lost sleep, you got out your textbooks and notes to study for your upcoming science exam. You were so sure you were going to fail. You couldn’t focus in class recently, which meant you didn’t understand any of the chemistry you were supposed to learn in the unit, and there wasn’t even time to ask your teacher for help or a study session. The test was tomorrow, so you knew you were screwed.

There were two reasons that you had pinpointed for why you were losing focus. The first was because of your boyfriend, Beomgyu. He always seemed to be busy, and your usual late night dates were always cancelled last minute. It felt like he was ignoring you, or even falling out of love, you weren’t sure.

You had noticed that he seemed to be weirdly focused on something particular lately, taking his focus off of school and you. He had been spacing out for a couple weeks now. You’d seen him researching spiders one day in your computer block and you had jokingly asked him if he was going to pursue being an arachnologist. But that was only the first thing taking up space in your brain.

The second was because you kept being reminded of the news report from Tuesday night. A teenage girl’s body was found dead in an alleyway not too far away from your apartment building. The report had you spooked ever since that night.  “Found stabbed to death. A total of 34 flesh wounds were located,” The investigations reported. 

Worst of all, the victim had been around your age. When you first heard about it, you were surprised that it wasn’t you lying dead in the alleyway. With your bad luck, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched.

Apparently, a witness on the scene had claimed a masked red figure had swooped down to save them, “swinging from building to building with a sticky fluid similar to a spider web”. Because of the absurd claims of the witness, the nickname, Spider-Man, was quickly adopted for the mysterious hero. 

To be honest, despite the blurry images of a guy in a black and red suit, you were skeptical of the rumours. If this superhero really did exist, how did he fail to save one of the girls? He seemed like a pretty lousy hero to you. Maybe he was inexperienced or something.

Your mother would probably laugh at your thoughts right now. You had always been untrusting towards the news since you were two. She said your skepticism was one of your strengths, even though most people found it annoying. At least you weren’t trusting the media blindly and actually putting in some thought of your own.

You had gotten through 5 problems on the practice test for science, and each answer was jotted down with 0 confidence that it was right. You were really hopeless when it came to science. You were very fascinated by it, but when it came to actually doing it, you were just bad at understanding the concepts. Biology was decent enough for you, but chemistry went straight over your head. Usually you would have your science genius boyfriend to help you with it, but due to the situation explained before, he didn’t make it to any of your recent study dates.

Your concentration on a question about ionic bonds was broken with a tapping at your window. You turned, confused and half-expecting that you were hallucinating or something. But there actually was someone tapping on your window. They had somehow managed to climb up the fire escape to reach your apartment on the 8th floor.

You were hesitant about opening the window at first, but the person kept thumping on it consistently and saying something you couldn’t quite pick up on. Curiosity combined with your novice martial arts skills gave you enough confidence to go to the window and take a closer look.

“Is that-” You whispered, shocked at what your eyes were seeing as you pushed open the window. “Are you… the Spider-Man?” You asked the masked person, wielding your pocket knife as an emergency weapon just in case.

“Yeah, that’s me- the one on the news.” He nodded furiously, choking out the words. You raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was struggling to get words out and also why he came to your apartment. “Please, can I just come in-? I don’t think I can stand-”

You hurriedly opened the window enough and pulled him in. He was holding his stomach tightly as if he was in pain. You glanced down at your hand that helped pull him through the window, now stained with blood.

“Are you bleeding?!” You asked urgently, mind freaking out. You weren’t prepared to patch up someone, let alone a superhero who probably had superhero level injuries as well.

He nodded slightly, sliding down your bed frame on the floor, “I was beating this guy up, and then they suddenly pulled out a knife and-” He stopped his rambling to look back at you, the eye-parts of his mask portraying his facial expression. He looked desperate and like he knew you would help. 

You sighed slightly. You were at least glad that your room’s carpet had been replaced for hardwood floor last year. You would be able to clean up any blood stains on wood more easily than carpet.

You were about to rush to the bathroom to get some supplies, but you paused. Why were you helping him? Just 3 minutes earlier, you were thinking about how lousy a hero he was.

He winced in pain from the floor, some blood dripping from his side. You shook off your stupid thoughts. Who cares if you don’t know him at all? He was hurt, and he came to your room, so you should at least try to help him the best you could.

“I’ll be right back- shit, this is bad.” You muttered quickly, running to the bathroom. You grabbed whatever you could find that might help; gauze, disinfectant, water, towels, bandages, cotton swabs. You wished you had remembered that first aid class you had taken to become a babysitter when you were 14 a bit better, but it had barely gone over treating big injuries like this. The worst you ever had to deal with was a scraped knee.

You placed the supplies down, getting on your knees to be on the same level as him, “You should take the mask off, it’ll help you breathe better to not have it.” You said.

He shook his head, “I’m not taking it off.”

You shrugged, “Your choice, I guess. What is it with superheroes being so eager to hide their identity?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a towel, “You’re all probably old men in your 30s or 40s covered in flashy spandex suits.”

“I am not!” Spider-Man protested, flustered at the thought.

“Whatever you say… Hmm, I didn’t think this through well-” You paused, wondering how you were going to patch him up while he was wearing a full-body suit. You couldn’t ask him to take it off, that would be absurd. “I think I still have some of my boyfriend’s clothes in my drawer, one sec.”

You searched through your bottom drawer where you kept your pyjamas and managed to find a black shirt with some science pun on it. You sniffed it first, and your boyfriend’s woody cologne still traced the cotton fabric of it despite it not having been worn by him for weeks. You threw it to Spider-Man along with some sweatpants.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes to change and I’ll be back. I’d tell you to go to the bathroom, but I’d like to consolidate the blood to just my room, please.” You murmured, “And don’t touch any of my things-” You said finally, shutting the door.

You stayed right outside the door, hearing a small laugh and a little murmur that you could barely make out as, “cute”. You furrowed your brows. Did Spider-Man just think you were cute? You’d have to reinstate to him that you just gave him your boyfriend’s clothes, and that you were happily taken. 

Then again, if Beomgyu was falling out of love with you, maybe he would break up with you soon- You tensed up, shaking the thought away. 

“5 minutes are up, can I come back in?” You asked.

“Yeah, come in.” He called back.

You opened the door, the superhero now adorning your boyfriend’s clothes, but mask still on. He looked surprisingly natural with them on, or maybe you just thought that because your boyfriend hadn’t worn them in forever.  It had been weeks since you had seen him in a T-shirt, which was also weird cause he used to live in them. He wore exclusively long sleeves now, even though it was fairly warm. He often adorned big hoodies with the hood up, covering most of his face. 

Your best friend said that he was probably trying to conceal hickeys from another girl that he was cheating on you with, but you knew Beomgyu wouldn’t ever think of cheating while in a relationship. He would at least break up first. The thought did confuse and bother you, but you didn’t want to seem like an annoying, naggy girlfriend, so you didn’t press him about it.

“You can keep these clothes, by the way. My boyfriend hasn't come over in a couple weeks. He’ll probably break up with me soon, and I’m sure he won't miss one pair of clothes.” You muttered bitterly, opening up the bottle of disinfectant and a packet of sterile cloths. You weren’t sure why you were telling this to a complete stranger, but it made it a bit less awkward while you disinfected his wound.

“What? Why would you think that?” Spider-Man asked. You smiled at how his tone seemed so concerned for you. Why would a superhero care about someone like you?

You shrugged, “We barely talk, and it feels like he has no time for me anymore… I would tell this to him, but I don’t want to ruin the times we actually get to spend together by interrogating him. Still, it feels like he’s hiding something from me.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting to tell you- ouch.” Spider-Man offered, tensing up from the sting of the disinfectant. 

“Maybe… But how hard is it to spend some time with your girlfriend? He’s not out trying to save the world like you, so what the heck is he doing?” You pointed out, using the first example of something important you could think of, which happened to be the superhero seated in front of you.

“What if he is trying to save the world?”

You rolled your eyes, “My boyfriend doesn’t have what it takes to save the world. He’s scrawny and nerdy and goofy and I love him, but he’s nothing like people on TV.” You said while wrapping the gauze around his stomach, “Plus, he barely has any muscles, so he’d be pulp in any fight. I mean, look at your defined abs and muscular physique… If you took one look at my boyfriend you’d know what I’m talking about.” You explained with a smile. 

You didn’t say it like it was anything bad— in fact, it was one of the things you liked about your boyfriend the most. He wasn’t intimidating or challenging. He was comfortable and approachable and safe. You weren’t one to fall for someone based on a muscular figure.

“Have you ever had a secret you were scared to share?” Spider-Man asked after a moment of silence. 

You paused, thinking for a moment, “Yeah, I had one once. Why?”

“I’m kinda… struggling with that right now. I need to share it cause it’ll be worse if I keep on hiding it, but I’m really… really scared.” He admitted honestly. He sounded stuck and genuinely confused. You didn’t realise a superhero could sound this helpless and lost, but you felt the urge to help him with this as well.

“Do you need some advice?” You asked, packing up the kit. He nodded. “Just tell them. Whoever it is you’re hiding it from. It’s better to rip off the bandaid instead of waiting forever out of fear. If you want to tell them and are ready to, don’t hesitate. If they really love and care about you, nothing will change. They’ll still love you regardless of the thing you’re trying to hide.” You explained, surprising even yourself at how wise you sounded. Maybe you should reconsider going into psychology and becoming a therapist like your nine-year-old self wanted.

“I should tell them as soon as possible, then?”

You nodded, “The sooner the better. You’re all done, by the way. You think you’ll be okay to go out the same way you came in?”

Spider-Man sighed, eyeing the window, “I should be fine… But, I want to repay you for patching me up… and the words of advice. Do you mind following me?” You nodded a bit confused, standing up at the same time as the hero.

He opened your window and hopped down the 2 feet to the landing carefully and then offered a hand to help you get down. After you were both safely on the fire escape, you climbed up the stairs to the roof of the apartment building. You went up here often enough, so it wasn’t too hard to reach the top.

“Can you turn around for a second…?” Spider-Man asked you nervously. You did as he said, brain immediately thinking that this was the way you were going to die. You had been a fool to follow a stranger up to the top of the roof, and now he was about to jump you or throw you off the side of the building or-

“Y/n?”

You turned around, eyes meeting the bruised and cut face of your boyfriend, mask held loosely in his hand, face scared and anxious. You were stunned for a few seconds, frozen in place, unable to move or speak or even blink. You must have scared Beomgyu by your lack of response. He wrapped his arms around you, not knowing what else to do.

“I wanted to tell you so badly…” He whispered.

“Is- is this why you’re always gone?” You asked, tears slipping down your cheek.

He nodded furiously, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I would never cheat on you, right? I love you so much- I hate that I left you to overthink all that time.” He sobbed, crying harder than you were now, “I’m so awful, Y/n, I’m sorry-”

“Stop, you’re not.” You assured him, hands bunching up the fabric of his T-shirt, inhaling his scent that you had been deprived of. You hadn’t hugged him like this in ages.

A minute later you sat down on the concrete of the building, Beomgyu being forced to stay still as you tried to inspect every single tiny cut and bruise on his perfect face with the crappy lighting from the dim bulb on the roof..

“Is this really necessary…?” He asked, eyes shut on instinct from how close your face was to his.

“You look worse than when you got bullied in 8th grade, shut it.” You dismissed him, hands still holding his cheeks and turning his face every which way to spot everything. He whined about he was fine and his newly acquired super powers helped him heal from wounds quicker, but you wouldn’t buy it.

He opened his eyes slightly, a stumped expression on his face like a child trying to figure out how to reach candy from a high-up shelf. Eventually, he found a solution.

He leaned forward abruptly, lips crashing onto yours before you could stop it. You tried to protest, but it was impossible to say anything when he was so determined to kiss you. He waited until after you were fully kissing him back to pull away, hoping that it would be enough to spare him from any more face-inspection.

“So, can you really shoot webs from your… web shooter thingies?” You asked, struggling to find the proper words to describe your boyfriend’s inventions.

He nodded with a big grin, “I constructed it all by myself. I went through over 15 trial versions of both web-fluid and shooter before landing on this.” He gushed, showing you the small container filled with white sticky fluid. “It holds the most web-fluid while still maintaining speed, accuracy, and power. Impressive, right?”

You nodded, even more confused than you had been while taking the practice test for science, but determined to keep the smile Beomgyu wore for as long as possible.

“What else can you do?” You questioned, excitement finally kicking in after the shock of finding out, though it was still hard to process that your boyfriend was a superhero.

“So much more-” 

You smiled, eyes twinkling as you realised it would take all night to discover everything you needed to know about your boyfriend’s new identity.

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Hanging out w/ bf Niki at night

Niki would definitely text you and say something like “come outside let’s hang out bro🤭”

And you’re like hanging out this late at night🤨??? but who cares, hanging out with Niki would be so fun and chaotic

He would probably have the widest grin on his face and waving at you when you see him out the window

When you meet him outside, he’d probably grab your hand and runs to the basketball court

When you two get there, he would probably show off his skills

He’s expecting you to gives him TONS of compliments🫵

Definitely does the “this one’s for you” and he shoots and ball and makes it in

Give the boy all the compliments you can ever think of that exists in this world😭Niki would probably be giggling and blushing crazy from the amount of compliments you give him

Probably does more tricks and says if I make this in, you owe me a kiss😚

If you decide to join in and play basketball with Niki, he would probably make it a competition

Loser has to do aegyo for straight 1minute💀💀💀

If you lose, Niki would probably video you doing the aegyo to tease you later on and so he could watch it when ever he misses you

After you two get tired of playing basketball, he probably races you to the convenient store

Loser has to buy ice cream for the winner

You’re down for ice cream but also probably like hellll nawwww we just finished playing basketball, I don’t have the energy to run😭

So he probably drags you down to the convenient store and let’s you win bc he wanna see you being happy eating the ice cream

While you eat the ice cream that Niki bought for you, he would probably watch you enduringly probably smiling too

boy wouldn’t even care that he lost

He just wanna see you smile and be happy😕

When you finish eating, he’ll probably hold your hand(smiling like a fool) and take you back home

Before you get in your house, Niki would probably kiss your cheek and run away giggling like a little girl💀

The end? That was such a bad ending I’m sorryㅜㅜ

ENHYPEN WHEN YOUR EX TEXTS YOU

pairing: hyung line x reader

genre: fluff (little bit of angst?)

a/n: my ex texted me last week, and this was honestly where i got this idea from, genuinely believe they would not let that slide 😭 lmk if u guys want the maknae line ver !!

˗ˏˋ comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ´ˎ˗

surprisingly really good. i didn’t have the most perfect lay out for every scene but it turned out good. i actually did laugh out loud when kevin came up to us (lol) and joined in the date and sangyeon swore. very funny. other than that it was really cute and fun to see the dynamics of all of the boyz members and sangyeon ofc. he’s so bae

ate. (honestly because its a step up from neutral good and it was my first fic ive read of him and it was really good.)

lee sangyeon's (almost) villain origin story

pairing : lee sangyeon x gn!reader

fluff , humor , slice of life , university!au

warnings : language , one suggestive scene

word count : 2.4 k

requested ? no

a/n : this is just pure self-indulgent sangyeon brain rot ,,, you've been warned ( aka. the epitome of "i write what i want to read and then toss it into the void" )

Lee Sangyeon is a patient man. He babysits his young nephews, tutors underclassmen on weekends, and keeps his ten gremlins wonderful friends out of trouble. But his sanity is slipping. Granted, being president of the TBZ fraternity is hard work, but it's starting to feel more like running a daycare.

Though, with all its chaos over the years, rarely has he felt the need to wring anyone's neck out over a few minor inconveniences. Lately, however... well, his fingers start to twitch at the sight of his housemates.

And it's exactly that familiar feeling that begins to tingle at his fingertips when the infuriating voice of Kim Sunwoo follows the slamming of the frat house door. It startles Sangyeon from his dozed state and you as well. Flinching so hard your fingers that were previously twirling a lock of his hair pull painfully at his scalp. "Shit– oh! Sorry, babe." You hiss, petting his hair back down once you realize.

Sangyeon lifts his head from your lap solely to glare at the obtuse boy. His hands and arms adorned with multiple paper grocery bags and beer cases. "A little help would be nice," he jabs, mid-struggle to pile them onto the kitchen island before his strength gives out.

"A little peace and quiet would be nice." Sangyeon cuts, rolling back over to face the television. He stirs, stretching out his tired muscles before sinking back into the couch and your warmth. Desperately chasing the cozy feeling he'd been robbed of too soon.

"Is all that for the party tonight?" You ask Sunwoo. An innocent question for the sake of being polite that the boy somehow takes as an invitation.

"Almost all of it, Changmin is grabbing a few more bottles from the liquor store– is that Love Island?" He points, creeping up behind the sofa.

Whatever merciful God is listening. Please. No. Sangyeon begs.

"Yeah, it's the most recent–"

"I love Love Island– scoot!"

Sangyeon pulls his knees up just in time as Sunwoo jumps the couch, swinging his legs dangerously close to the glass coffee table, causing Sangyeon's fingers to twitch once more.

"Don't you have other things to be doing?" Sangyeon's voice is low in a silent warning. One Sunwoo purposely remains blissfully ignorant to.

"You know I personally like the British version better." He rambles on. Your boyfriend shoots you a pleading look. Whether he's begging you to do something or finding the strength to keep his cool, you aren't sure.

You give a pitiful shrug in return. Sangyeon just sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. Perhaps the living room wasn't the best place for alone time.

Surely, he couldn't be bothered in his room. He even added a "do not disturb" sign for good measure. Sure, Juyeon's music was a tad loud and he could hear tidbits of the show playing downstairs, but he could tune that out. Just a few more sentences and he'd be done with his paper and finally free to spend time with you.

"How much longer?" you ask, peaking over to where Sangyeon sits hunched over his laptop on his bed.

"Maybe like five minutes." He doesn't bother looking up from the word document. "I just need to figure out the phrasing on this, it's been driving me mad."

"You've been figuring it out four nearly two hours," you step over to the end of Sangyeon's bed. "Maybe you need to take a break and come back with fresh eyes."

He stubbornly shakes his head, running his fingers through his already messy locks. "I need to get it over with." At this point, you're standing right over him. Yet still, it's like you're not even there. Though you must admit, the focused scowl on his face is quite adorable.

"Sangyeon."

Nothing. Not even as you tilt down to his level does he pause his typing.

"Sangyeon." You call a little sweeter this time.

Again, nothing.

Having finally waited long enough, you tip his chin back with a single finger. He looks slightly miffed at first, but then his eyes land on your wardrobe. "Is that my shirt?" He whispers. Jaw slack as his eyes not so subtly roam every inch of the fabric, admiring how it hangs from your figure.

"It is." Matter of fact, it's not just his shirt, but a pair of his boxers as well. A detail that short-circuits his brain for a solid five seconds. It feels like he's been knocked in the chest, unable to say anything. His eyes flit from your outfit, to your lips, and back down.

"Sangyeon?" You purr.

"Yeah?"

"Click save."

You've never seen him move so fast. Throwing his laptop with such force it nearly flies off the bed. Sangyeon effortlessly pulls you over to straddle his lap, grinning so hard it makes you giggle.

"When did you even change into these?" His hands rest at your waist under the thin cotton tee, letting his pinky dip into the waistband of your, really his, boxers.

"I got bored and raided your closet while you had your nose buried in Microsoft Word." Your hands clasp behind his neck. "You don't mind, right?"

"Definitely not." Sangyeon's fingers dig into your skin as he sloppily attaches his lips to your own. He's greedy, like a prisoner starved for water on a hot summer day, but that doesn't seem to bother you.

"I'm gonna need this back though, you know?" He teases against your lips, pulling at the hem of the cotton covering your torso.

"You'll have to offer something in exchange."

"Now that," Sangyeon's eyes light up, "I can do–"

The door to his room flies open with a force so great Sangyeon half expects the Hulk to be standing in his door frame. The resounding bang of it ricocheting off the wall accidentally making Sangyeon dig his fingers a little too deep into your skin. It earns a yelp from you and you're shuffling off his lap in an attempt to escape his iron grip.

"Hyung–!" Eric exclaims, but takes a pause in his panicked state to greet you. "Oh, hi Y/N!"  

"Hi, Eric," you wave awkwardly.

Sangyeon is scrambling to cover you with his comforter as fast as possible. Not that you're wearing anything particularly revealing, but it's still nothing Eric needs to see. Not that it matters, Eric doesn't seem too concerned with you or the state you and your boyfriend were previously in.

"Hyung, I need your help!"

This is Sangyeon's absolute last resort.

Does he necessarily want to spend his only free period of the day with you in a noisy, crowded, cafe? No. He'd much rather be in his room with you curled up in his arms, completely and utterly alone. But so long as he lives with ten men who have never known the concept of privacy, he'll have to settle.

At least you seem happy with the lunch date he planned. Animatedly talking on and on about how you've been wanting to try this cafe. And if you're happy, then Sangyeon is happy. He'd count today as a success even if all he does is admire the beautiful pair of eyes across from him while you ramble.

"—Everything just looks so good, I don't know if I should go for a coffee or a fruity tea."

"Get both if you want." He offers, but you scrunch your nose up.

"That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Then why don't you get a coffee, I'll get a tea, and whichever you like better you can have." A smile breaks out on your face at that idea.

"See, this is why I love you."

Yeah, Sangyeon thinks, this was a success.

Well. Almost.

"Sangyeon? Y/N?" Comes an unfortunately familiar voice. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking joking," Sangyeon pinches the bridge of his nose as Kevin Moon and his impeccable timing make an appearance.

"We're on a date." He cuts, hoping the boy will get the hint to leave. But of course, he doesn't. Instead, Kevin pulls up an empty chair and plops down at the end.

"Have you guys been here before? It's my first time and I can't figure out if I want a coffee or a tea."

Sangyeon gives up. They win. The ten little demons infesting his home win.

"Jail can't be that bad, right?" He ponders aloud as the two of you lay sprawled out on his bed. Even you've begun to notice your boyfriend's slow descent into insanity. And while you do feel bad, it is a little comical. "What's a few murder charges... or ten."

You listen to him rant, his head in your lap and arms encircling your hips. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair, hoping the action will induce some sort of calming effect.

He props his chin up on your stomach to look at you pouty lips and puppy eyes. "It's so unfair," he whines like a toddler.

"I think you'll live," you chuckle.

"I literally won't."

Like clockwork, there's a knock on his door. Sangyeon groans, exasperated. "Ohh my God, seriously?" He faceplants into your stomach. "You deal with them. If I do it I'm leaving in handcuffs."

"Come in," you call.

Haknyeon peaks in, frowning when he sees Sangyeon's state. "What's wrong with him?" He points.

"Everything."

"Nothing," you both answer. "He's just being dramatic. What did you need, Haknyeon?"

"Uh, well I was wondering if you could help me with a dilemma?" He asks shyly, tip-toeing the rest of the way in.

"What's the dilemma?"

He pulls two shirts from behind his back. "So, I finally asked out that girl in my class—"

"Aw, Hak, congrats!" You coo.

"—Thanks," he beams. "We're supposed to meet for coffee in an hour. Which shirt should I wear?"

"Whichever gets you out of my room the fastest," Sangyeon grumbles, voice muffled.

"Shush!" You slap the back of his head in warning. "I think blue would go well with your eyes, Hak." You smile and Haknyeon lights up.

"Okay, perfect! That's the one Younghoon and Jacob picked as well. Thanks, Y/N, thanks Hyung!" The boy is already turning on his heels as he calls out his thanks. Sangyeon lifts his hand in a half-hearted wave as the door slams shut.

"Be nice to him, he's excited," you chastise. "He's been ogling over that girl for months. This is a big deal for him."

Sangyeon sighs, propping his head back up. "I know it is, who do you think helped him pick out and iron his pants this morning?"

"They really look up to you, you know? That's why they're always bothering you for stuff."

Your warm palm comes to rest against his cheek. It's frustrating for him, always feeling responsible for everyone around him, you know this. And while his willingness to take on that challenge is something you've always admired, you do fear him getting burnt out.

Sangyeon frowns. "I know, I just wish I could have a few moments to be selfish. Is this how parents feel?"

You laugh at his remark. "I think even parents get more of a break than you do."

"Told you we should've used protection." He grins with his gummy smile at his own joke. Making you playfully flick his forehead.

"Getting all of us out of the house at once is a big ask, Y/N." Jacob grimaces as takes a sip of his of his cold brew.

What was originally supposed to be an intense study session for your upcoming physics test quickly turned into you debriefing Jacob on Sangyeon's declining sanity. Which you're eighty percent sure Jacob only entertained as an excuse to procrastinate. Because it's been two hours and neither of you has so much as opened a single textbook despite his multitude of complaints about being unprepared.

"I know, but you're their vice president, isn't there something you can do? You could organize a charity event or something." You pout. "I'm suffering too here!"

"Even if I could find a way to convince ten—" he holds up both hands with fingers spread for emphasis. "—ten, that's one-zero, men to all clear out, I don't want to be the one babysitting them."

"You'd have Chanhee there to help."

"The odds of getting Chanhee to do anything outside of his job description are about as good as me passing this test." Jacob snorts, and all hopes of getting TBZ's treasurer involved are squashed then and there.

Jacob is your only hope, so you're going to have to lay it on thick.

"Come on, Jacob, please. Sangyeon really needs the break."

"Don't give me that look." He jabs a finger at you.

"Please, Jacob."

"No."

You sink back into your seat, letting out a long and dramatic sigh. Attempting to look as pitiful as possible. And judging by the way Jacob's leg won't stop anxiously bouncing beneath the table, it's working.

"Don't do that," Jacob whines.

Silence.

"Okay, fine, I'll figure it out." He throws his hands up in surrender. "Just quit pouting and help me study."

"Thank you, Jacob," You perk up. "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The excited call you get from Sangyeon telling you to come over immediately comes sooner than expected. You're not usually one to question miracles, but you are curious as to how Jacob managed to drag everyone out of the house on a Tuesday night.

"Where is everyone?" You ask as Sangyeon tugs you through the front door.

"Don't know. Don't care." He smiles brightly. "What I do know, is I'm not touching a single textbook, laptop, or phone."

You aren't sure when the last time you saw your boyfriend this happy was.

Sangyeon plops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "It's gonna be just me, you, some take-out, this couch, and the last season of Love Island Australia."

You snort. "You say that, but I'm betting twenty on you being knocked out by the end of the first episode."

"That's actually the plan," he grins smugly before pulling a blanket over his legs and letting his head fall into your lap. He's not even facing the screen. You're starting to think he just invited you over to be his personal pillow.

But you let him, because it's well deserved.

who let the dogs out | hwang hyunjin

▸ genre: fluff, neighbors au

▸ description: you had a soft spot for dogs, but you never loved them more than when one of them brought Hwang Hyunjin to your door.

▸ word count: 2.8k

▸ warnings: swearing once

▸ a/n: shoutout to @frxckledfelix for the title uwu

You were tired. You had a long day at college and then at work, and the only thing you wanted to do was to get home and relax a bit, maybe catch up on your favorite Netflix show or take a bath. You were walking through the corridor towards your door when you saw it.

There, walking happily towards you was a small, adorable puppy, wagging his little tail. Your immediate reaction was to crouch down and pet the dog’s soft fur.

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[ 10:30 pm ]

song currently playing: deja vú by TXT

"how do i know you?" you said as you looked towards the man standing in front of you with utter confusion written on your face. "why are you so familiar to me? it's like de—"

"deja vu? yeah i get that alot..." jungwoo said as he looks at you with a small, sadden smile.

"how is that?" you said with a small laugh that you let out in disbelief. you looked at the expression on his face, and something from deep inside of you told you that you needed to comfort him, but the emotions confused you. he's a stranger. why would you want to comfort a stranger that you've only just met? "why are you looking at me like that? you're acting like you know me."

"because i do know you.." jungwoo said in a sad tone that he tried to cover up.

a shocked laugh comes out of you as you looked away from the man and looked around your surrounding. "i only just met you! probably think you know me cause i might look like someone from your past life or something." you said as you tried to reason with anything at this point.

"it was your past life i'm—" jungwoo swallowed the lump in his throat. "—i'm still in my current life." he said as he looked down at you with the most serious look on his face.

you kept eye contact with the strange man above you, and you couldn't help but laugh. "are you serious right now?" you said through your laugh. "how do you expect me to believe you if you say shit like that?" you said as you giggled.

jungwoo released a sigh as he closed his eyes, trying to remain calm and think of a way to get you to actually believe. “I’m a god…”

Now this, made you laugh out. “Are you serious right now? Be so fucking for real!” You said between laughs as you looked at the man who says he’s a “god.”

A sigh leaves his lips as he looks up towards the sky as if mentally asking for support. He walked towards and placed his hands gently on your face, and then slowly leaned towards your forehead. His lips grazed the area, almost like a feather-like kiss, but instead he whispers words in a language you don’t understand.

Suddenly, flashes of small memories come through your mind. Some there and others not fully there, leaving you to wonder what is your connection to this man in front of you really is…

“Who—“ you cut yourself off as you tried to mentally grasp the situation fully. “—who are you?” You asked as you looked at the man with such intense suspicion and curiosity, you just didn’t know what to believe.

“I’m Dionysus…” he paused before he gently took hold of your hands into his own. “…and you are my lover from your first life.”

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or a compilation of my favourite fluff works that you can read after reading heart-wrenching angsts :›

이희승 ⋆ LHS

01 love is in the air @isoobie 02 cherry tinted @isoobie / @flwrshee 03 don't give me that look @heeliopheelia 04 keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you @heeliopheelia 05 heartbeat @strzlun 06 intimacy after dark @hysgf 07 sweet delicacy @hyhees 08 shirt @hoonvrs 09 campus' flirt @soov 10 chapstick challenge @jaeyunverse 11 always been you @jaeyunverse

박종성 ⋆ PJS

01 i hope i reached you @okwonyo 02 four times jay almost proposed + one time he actually did @jaylver 03 just hold me @heeliopheelia 04 let's take things slow from here @goldenhypen 05 meeting you here @goldenhypen 06 the line in between @yenqa 07 love letters @junityy 08 study lessons @jaeyunverse

심재윤 ⋆ SJY

01 kiss it better baby @sjyuns 02 navy blue tie @byhees 03 heavy eyes @hyhees 04 here with you @yenqa 05 your name @soobnny

박성훈 ⋆ PSH

01 secret @isoobie 02 intentions @sjyuns 03 cherry @misojunnie 04 please say it @heeliopheelia 05 the twenty-four hours dating challenge @jaeyunverse

김선우 ⋆ KSN

01 you're so easy to love @heeliopheelia 02 misfit @palajae 03 face @hoonvrs 04 game time @goldenhypen 05 opposites attract @goldenhypen

양정원 ⋆ YJW

01 i've missed you @heeliopheelia 02 anti-romantic @strzlun 03 sandy cheeks @hoonvrs 04 love grows where jungwon goes @soobnny

西村 力 ⋆ NRK

01 tutoring @strzlun 02 love me (k)not @palajae ( this has a sprinkle of angst ) 03 round and around @hoonvrs 04 twizzle into my heart @amakumos 05 hype girl @palajae ( tiniest bit of angst )

note. this will probably be updated whenever possible. also, consider checking out other works of the above writers as well because they're just as good

SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS W/ SUNGHOON

genre: situationship!sunghoon x yn (femreader), college au if u squint, crack (im not funny)

warnings: cursing, one suggestive text, hoonie is downbad, ignore read receipts

MESSAGE FROM NIC: realized i havent written anything yet for hoon so here's a little smth! hope yall enjoyed and happy new year!! <3

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