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wrote this last year and then forgot about it haha,anyways i wont continue this, just gonna post this and disappear again
we met for the first time on the back to school photoshoot we did together few years ago. you looked absolutely stunning. and even though we didn’t have much time to meet each other properly, we talked for a bit and exchanged our numbers. you texted me first after a few days. to be honest, i kinda forgot we had each others numbers after a few days. i guess i never really expected you to text me, you know? anyway. we texted for the next month or two and became friends. i already liked you back then. i asked you if we could meet up someday and we made plans for the next day. the first time we met after the texting was awkward. you were quiet at first, but then we started talking about our current favorite films and such and the conversation went on for hours. on our second date we went around the town and then had ramyeon. you however spilled the ramyeon all over you and we kept laughing for a few minutes before we decided to go to your place so you could change. your face was red the whole way back and then invited me inside while you were changing. because we were already inside, you asked if i don’t want to watch some movie with you. of course i said yes. but first, we made some snacks for ourselves. while cooking we managed not to spill anything, so that was great. when we watched the movie, you had your arm around my shoulders and my head was on your shoulder. i was really tired that day, because of school and then our long walk around the town, so i fell asleep on your shoulder. when i woke up, you were also asleep and it was already late so i had to return back to my house. i carefully laid you on the sofa and put a blanket on you before i tip-toed to the door, but i guess i woke you up anyway, so when i heard you call out my name, i peeked around the corner. you stood already in front of me, your face was all red and your eyes fixated on the ground. i didn’t know what to do, so i hugged you as a goodbye and told you i had to go. you smiled and hugged me back. we stood there for a minute and then i left. i admit, i was blushing the whole way home. i was hoping that we’ll hug on a daily basis. i was hoping that the next time we go out, it will be a proper date. and it was. you asked me next week, if i wanted to go out with you. but like, as a couple. we went to the movies to see some movie and the whole time, you had your arm around my shoulders again. the movie had a quite heated sex-scene in it and in that moment i instantly regretted going there. but when we looked at each other, we started laughing from the awkwardness. someone behind us shushed us, so we just kept on quietly giggling. we also decided to stay in the cinema until the end of the credits, to talk about what we liked and didn’t like about the movie. okay, no. we actually stayed only to diss the movie, because it was horrible. when we finally stood up from our seats, you put your arm around my waist, because for a moment i lost balance and almost fell back. and now in hindsight, this is quite cheesy, but we made eyecontact and kissed. blushing mess. that what we both were when we pulled away and when we walked out of the cinema. when we walked home, we randomly stopped under every street light , because it was already dark, and kissed again. i hoped that this moment would never end. it actually became our little thing when we walked somewhere in the dark, to stop and kiss under the street lights. our dates are the things that always brighten up my days, end my bad moods and overall, make me happy! even if we just stay inside and do basically nothing. you are my favorite person.
lee jaehyun: hyunjae
- Watching a meteor shower
- Digging your fingers into fresh dirt
- Snow being shoved down the back of your coat
- Napping in sunshine
- Trying to walk on ice
- Walking through the woods
- Raindrops on eyelashes
- The way cold glass fogs when you press your hand against it
- A perfectly brewed cup of tea
- The taste of Vodka at the back of your throat
- Blood at the corner of your mouth
- Cloying sweetness on the back of your tongue
- The first glass of fresh water
- Stale breath when you wake up
- The taste of salt on the tip of your tongue
- The taste of almonds
- Your bed after travelling
- Red wine stained lips
- Satin in candlelight
- Reflections in glass
- Thigh-high stockings and garter belts
- Neon lights at 1.30am
- Darting shadows in the corner of your eye
- Dust floating in golden sunlight
- The smell of ozone during a storm
- The smell of Cologne/Perfume on warm skin
- The musty smell of an abandoned home
- The bitter tang of acetone
- The smell of burning wood
- The smell of freshly baked bread
- The cold, sharp smell of the first frost
- The smell of blood
- The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade
- The feel of fingers brushing together by accident
- Blowing a raspberry against someone’s skin
- Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper
- The tender ache when you press against bruises
- A person’s weight as they lie on top of you
- Stepping in something squishy
- Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long
- A door closing
- A ticking wristwatch
- Your favourite song on repeat for the hundredth time
- Distant traffic
- The creak of leather
- The waver in a person’s voice when they’re stressed
- Singing badly as loud as you can
- A quiet sigh as they turn away
- Trying to pull on clothes with damp skin
- The empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed
- The jittery, sick feeling when you can’t do anything
- Exhausted numbness after crying
- The relief of fatalistic recklessness
- The moment when reality starts to make sense again
- Finding old photographs you’d forgotten about
- Someone accepting the bad parts of you without judging
- Brown iodine stains on skin
- Rust red dirt
- Orange sunsets
- Yellow halogen lights
- Green wine bottles
- Fingertips smudged in blue ink
- Indigo skies just before dawn
- Violet bruised eyes
Feel free to use in writing and art - I’ll be tracking the tag ‘sensory prompts’ if you want to share :)
- Runs his hand up and down your arm, rubbing it
- holds you tightly against him
- random kisses
- cuddling with Onew is calming and he doesn’t say much, he just wants to enjoy these quiet moments with you
- not much of a cuddler
- always on the move and can’t sit still long
- playfully sasses you and laughs when you yell at him for teasing you, pulling you closer to him
- a very playful lover, these moments are few, but that doesn’t mean they don’t mean everything to him
- a protector
- loves hugging you from behind
- leaves kisses on your shoulder and neck
- you always feel safe and loved embraced in his strong arms
- rests his head on your chest
- likes being the little spoon
- can’t keep his hands to himself most of the time, gently trails his fingertips all up and down your body
- after the stress of a long day, his favorite place is in your arms, listening to your heartbeat
pairing: gender neutral reader x kyuhyun
thanks for reading!
this is random but are we gonna get a part 2 to going to college with kyuhyun? no rush or anything just curious💕💕
👁👁👁 it’s going to be up soon
gently puts his hands around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him; keeps his palms flat, holding you tight against his chest; rests his chin on the top of your shoulder, closing his eyes while he enjoys the feeling of having you so close; stays in comfortable silence, letting his guard down and relaxing in your embrace
shyly hugs you form the back, carefully placing his hands on your hips and then intertwining his fingers together; you can feel his steady heartbeat while he keeps you close to his chest; puts his cheek against yours giving you a soft peck when he pulls away
likes it when you hold him tight and bury your face in his neck/chest; listen to your soft breathes and wraps his arms around you, pulling you really close; kisses you delicately, breathing in the smell of your presence; wants you to know that he loves you so much and will always protect you
kiss on the cheek; brings you closer by your waist, leans in to give you a soft peck and you can feel his hair tickle your face; gives you a small smile pulling away from your face and stares loving into your eyes still holding you by your waist; leans in and gives you another kiss, quietly whispering ‘I love you’ as he pulls away
kiss on the ear; it makes him all giddy and smiley, sending shivers down his spine; lets out a soft breathy laugh playfully trying to tickle you while you hide behind his back holding close, giggling together with him; enjoys the sensation of your warm breath against his skin and the sound of your soft whispers; all he feels is pure love and happiness
n/cha hakyeon; shin hanga
leo/jung taekwoon; romanticism
(bet you didn’t see that one coming lmao)
ken/lee jaehwan; renaissance
ravi/kim wonshik; art deco
lee hongbin; expressionism
hyuk/han sanghyuk; impressionism
n - Hida Kamagatake by Kawase Hasui, 1933
leo - Caspar David Friedrich, Woman at a Window, 1822
ken - Sandro Botticelli, Lamentation Over the Dead Christ (detail), 1492
ravi - La Paresse by George Barbier (1925)
hongbin - Claude Monet, A corner of the garden at Montgeron, 1877
hyuk- Edoard Manet, flowers in a crystal vase, 1882
n/cha hakyeon; shin hanga
leo/jung taekwoon; romanticism
(bet you didn’t see that one coming lmao)
ken/lee jaehwan; renaissance
ravi/kim wonshik; art deco
lee hongbin; expressionism
hyuk/han sanghyuk; impressionism
AU where you go to the same UNI as Kyuhyun - and even though i wanted to make this a little shorter, it turned out long? and basically I’ll probably write a second part to this where i’ll start the true fluff
pairing: cho kyuhyun x gender neutral reader
anyway, i hope you enjoy haha
having a crush on leeteuk and confessing to him (and being super shy about it) pretty please ~ thank u !
at first he’d probably even question if you’re not only pranking him or something, but after a minute he’d realize that you’re being for real and get all blushy and soft as hell. you’d both stand in a bit of an awkward silence for a moment, both of your minds running wild about what to do next. but then leeteuk would grab all the confidence he has, take your hand and bring you into a hug. this would be the moment when he’d say something like “you know what, i really like you too” and smile widely. you could also hear his heart beat while you’re hugging.
member: hendery / wayv, nct
genre: friends to lovers, fluff, angst
word count: 2.4k
summary: the two of you have been inseparable since 8th grade, best friends and nothing more. then one tipsy kiss changes everything, and you aren’t sure whether you’re just friends who made a drunk mistake, or something more.
(a/n: thank you to miss @markheehee who gave me the idea from when she sent in her hendery dream !!! also i’m trying out a new scenario post theme inspired by @000609 and @nctream i hope y’all don’t mind !!) / (spotify playlist)
He’s never been this close to you. Not like this.
You close your eyes. Let your lips part—
He’s right there, you can feel it. You can smell his shampoo, the green-apple scented one he’s used for the past three years.
It never made you feel like this before.
And in a moment of pure bravery, you let a whisper escape your lips: “Kiss me.”
Watching the sunset with Sammy -🍕
posted! hope you enjoy it
[7:49pm] the rain stopped falling only few minutes ago, but the street was already full of people again. you and sammy had found your shelter from the rain in a close café, but now you were ready to continue your walk through the close-by park again.
his hand was holding yours as you walked through the park in the middle of the city. everything around you smelled like rain and was now illuminated by the setting sun. you were not the only one who was noticing all the colors that had appeared only this specific time of the day. the first one to stop walking was you, he copied your action pretty much immediately. sammy took a deep breath in as he wrapped his other hand around your waist and pressed his cheek against your forehead.
“golden hours are my favorite time of the day.” you blurted out. sammy smiled a bit and nodded. his eyes were wandering around, looking at the beauty all around you. you had almost forgotten that you were in the middle of a big city, until a car honked in the distance, making you snap back into reality. “no matter where i am, the colors of the sun while setting always kinda teleport me into a different reality, you know?” he says with a dreamy tone to his voice.
you nodded before giving him a small peck on his lips, making him smile wide as he also gradually came fully back into reality.
requests are open
nothing atm oopsie
nothing atm oopsie
nothing atm oopsie
stray kids (currently not taking requests).
with vixx, super junior, shinee, nct or the rose
[2:19am] kyuhyun behind the steering wheel, you riding shotgun. his eyes are fixated on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other holding yours. his thumb gently drawing circles onto your skin - only ever breaking the contact, when he needs to shift gears.
after a while of just driving, he pulls over at the side of an empty road. the headlights being your only source of light, you two get out of the car and walk around hand in hand, but never going too far away from the car.
“did i ever tell you that sleeping is for losers?” he says with a smirk on his face, “I mean it, like with sleep you just lose time that won’t ever be returned. you could potentially do so much if you didn’t waste time sleeping?”
“well, I wouldn’t really want to give up sleeping, if i’m honest with you.”
“but… if you didn’t have to sleep, you could cuddle me the whole night or watch the night sky every night,” he finished his sentence with his face looking up at the starry sky, he pointed at the only constellation he knew, “look! it’s the Great Bear!”
you looked up as well. seeing all the stars made you quite sentimental for a moment. but you were quick to answer him, defending sleep. “well, but for me to do option two, we’d have to live far away from the city, the light pollution is crazy and you know that.”
kyuhyun smiled at your use of the word we. pulling you closer with his head still held up high. holding you on an empty road in the middle of nowhere, trying to find new patterns in the sky.
requested by @softkyuhyunie hope you enjoyed <3
[6:39am] pale morning light creeping through the drawn blinds, throwing shadows onto kyuhyuns sleeping face. his eyes flutter open to see your eyes looking back at him. “good morning, sleepy head.” you say as he shifts closer to you, taking you into his warm embrace. you can feel him forming a tired smile on his face as his lips are pressed against your temple.
your cheeks were rose tinted as you pressed your lips against his for a moment, before getting out of his embrace and walking into the kitchen. after making coffee for both of you, you opened the glass door that lead onto a small wooden terrace behind the house. walked out with a steaming cup in your hands while the wood creaked with each step you took.
kyuhyun followed soon after, enjoying both the view of the misty forest that was slowly waking to life and, of course, the view of you. his eyes no longer felt so heavy, because sometimes even the strong scent of the coffee was enough to wake him up. he slowly crept behind you and wrapped his free arm around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder while quietly humming a tune of his current favourite song.
requested by: @memer-than-you hope you like it!
[1:29am] you sit in a comfortable position on a couch with a book in your right and a lukewarm coffee in your left hand, not hearing your roommate and best friend for life Sungmin coming home from practice as you are too invested into the story.
“you’re not sleeping again?” he asks, jumpscaring you and making you spill your coffee all over your book.
“SungmIN! Why did you come in so quietly?” you whisper-shout so that you wouldn’t wake up your neighbors and frantically look for tissues. Sungmin quietly tosses you a box of tissues from a desk that he’s standing next to, a smirk plastered on his face as if he were mocking your clumsiness.
“Great, the book is now ruined.” You sigh, trying to wipe off the rest of the coffee.
“At least you have no excuse not sleep anymore. Now good night, y/n.” he sent a tired smile your way, before walking into his bedroom.
requested: @nathanielusuk hope you liked it!
the prompt: could I have a cuddle hotline key scenario? I was thinking that she’s like a culinary student and only cares about cooking and her friends are like “you need to get out there you’re lonely” so one of her friends orders her a cuddle buddy (key) but when he shows up she just sits him down at the table and makes him try her food and is like “give me an honest opinion so he does and he’s like “this is gross” and she actually really likes his honest opinions on her food so she asks her friend for the app and her friends are excited cause they think she’s enjoying it but actually she’s just using it to help improve her recipes but one day she’s like sad and really just wants someone to cuddle with so she calls key over and he’s like ready to eat but she says she just wants to cuddle today and he gets all cute and nervous because he actually started developing a crush on her -sunflower anon 🌻
author note: this is my first shinee request and it’s for kibum my bias!! i don’t know who you are sunflower anon, but i love you for requesting this. i immediately began thinking of dialogue and stuff bc i wanted to make it perfect.
You set down your perfected pasta in front of your two friends. “Eat this. I added fresh garlic instead of simple garlic salt. See if it makes a difference.”
Your closest friend, Chaeyoung, looked up at you. “Y/n, this is spaghetti. You have literally made ten batches of spaghetti and they all taste the same.”
You rolled your eyes, “They don’t taste the same. Trust me.”
Chaeyoung took a huge bite and pursed her lips, “Hmm. You know, you’re right. I can really taste the fresh garlic as opposed to the garlic salt.”
“Really?” Your eyes brightened as both of your friends rolled their eyes.
“No!” Chaeyoung said. “It tastes exactly the same, Y/n.”
Your other friend, Minho, furrowed his eyebrows as he pushed the plate away. “Honestly, I feel like I’m going to vomit if I see any more spaghetti. Why do you always spend your free time cooking?”
“Better yet, why do you always use up our free time by making us eat your cooking?” Chaeyoung said. “I could be on a date right now.”
“I could be working out, or studying,” Minho said, giving you a pointed look.
Ever since you were a child, you had wanted to be a chef. Whether or not it was helping your parents cook, or attempting to make your own sandwiches, you were always in the kitchen. The passion had come from your grandmother, who used to teach you how to make cookies from scratch. After seeing your first batch of cookies, you realized that you really enjoyed making creations. You enjoyed the look on people’s faces when they ate your concoctions. From that moment you knew you wanted to be a chef. You would be content the rest of your life to make food for other people. Your dream was to open a restaurant with five-star food at low prices so everyone could enjoy how amazing and artistic food could really be.
You were in your third year of culinary school, and your school was offering an amazing chance to your class. Whichever student could make the best menu would be offered the chance to study their fourth year in Paris, all expenses paid for. It was a dream to you, and you were working desperately to perfect a meal that would impress the judges and leave a lasting impression.
You slumped into one of the empty chairs and covered your face with your hands, moaning. “You guys are right. I’m never gonna win this scholarship with spaghetti. Maybe I’ll try sushi.”
Chaeyoung patted your head gingerly. “I think you need to take a break. When’s the last time you just took a rest day instead of cooking?”
“I haven’t,” you said. “I can’t afford to lose a day. Each day I fail is a day closer to the deadline and I have to make something to submit.”
“You need to sleep,” Minho said.
“No,” Chaeyoung denied. “You need a cuddle buddy. Look, there’s this app where you can pay for someone to come and give you cuddles. Studies show that cuddling with another human relaxes the soul.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t need a cuddle buddy, I need you guys to help me find the best dish.”
“C'mon, Y/n. You can’t deny that you’re lonely. Here, let’s download the app and look for some ideal partners.”
You ignored the two of them as they browsed through people, shouting out their likes and dislikes. Instead, you cleared the dishes and put them in your dishwasher, preparing to make your next meal.
“Oh! Look at him!” Minho suddenly shouted. “User Key-underscore-freak.”
You snorted, “Anyone with the word “freak” in their username is not getting my address.“
“Too late,” Chaeyong said. “I sent him a message.”
“Why?” You darted over to look over your friends’ shoulders. You had to admit, the pictures were nice. It did state that he was only two years older than you, and he seemed to have an obsession with a certain pair of dogs. “How many pictures of his dogs is he going to post?”
Minho clicked out of his pictures and began to read out his likes and dislikes. “Likes: dogs, fashion, and theater. Dislikes: liars, ugg boots, and people who don’t like dogs. He sounds simple enough. His cuddle rate is high, too. Apparently a lot of people like to cuddle with him.”
You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to cuddle him, no matter how high his rate is. Now, should I use salmon or tuna for my sushi?”
Chaeyoung suddenly squealed, “He wrote back! He’s open today! I’m asking him to come over!”
“Don’t!” you warned, “I have stuff to do today.”
Chaeyoung waved your concern away. “Minho and I will pay for it, okay? Just enjoy being in someone else’s presence for once instead of thinking about your next dish. Can you do that?”
You groaned and turned back to your fish, ignoring her. “Please don’t.”
“Too late. He’s coming in an hour. Minho and I will be leaving so the two of you can have some time to get to know each other.”
You grumbled the whole time you were making your sushi. You weren’t even paying much attention to what you were doing, and so you ended up making a pretty weird dish. Still, you set it out on the table. If someone was coming over to your house, you would ask them to try your dish. Cuddling could wait for another day.
The doorbell to your apartment rang, and you hesitantly made your way to the door. Finally, after a small mental pep talk, you swung the door open.
The man in front of you wasn’t too much taller than yourself, and he was rather nimble-looking, you felt. Nevertheless, his smile was open and warm as he held his hand out for you. “I’m Kim Kibum. You’re Y/n?”
He was wearing black skinny jeans and an oversized t-shirt, covered by a brown bomber jacket. His dark hair seemed styled and his skin felt moisturized and smooth as you accepted his handshake. A large duffle bag hung over his shoulder, and you felt more uncomfortable as you stared at it. “… that’s me.”
Kibum followed your gaze and let out a bark of laughter. “I just carry this around to put my pajamas, laptop, blanket, and pillow. Cuddling necessities, you know?”
You didn’t know. You had never cuddled with anyone in your life. You never really felt like you needed to. “Actually, can we not cuddle?”
Kibum furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lips. “No cuddling?”
“Yeah. You see, I’m a chef and I really need someone to try my dishes.”
Kibum’s eyes brightened. “You’re a chef? Great, I haven’t eaten all day.”
He walked into your house and discarded his jacket and bag onto your sofa. “What’s on the menu?”
“Sushi,” you replied, running past him to grab the plate of food. You placed it on the table, along with a cup of water. “Tell me what you think about it. I want your honest opinion.”
Time seemed to stand still as Kibum put the sushi in his mouth. The more he chewed, however, the more his face turned into that of disgust. He swallowed thickly before giving you his verdict. “This is gross.”
You felt your spirit deflate. “Really? What’s wrong with it?”
Kibum have you a look of obvious disappointment, “Well, first of all, why did you stick scrambled eggs in your sushi roll? That’s nasty.”
Your nose scrunched. “I was distracted. It didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time.”
Kibum handed the plate back to you. “Who are you making a dish for anyway?”
“I’m trying to win a trip,” you explained as you dumped the bad sushi into the garbage can. “If I make a good enough dish, I’ll be allowed to study my final year of culinary school in Paris, France.”
“I love Paris,” Kibum said. “I’ve been a few times. You’re going to have to step up your game if you want to cook with the chefs of France, though. I hear they’re brutal.”
“I know,” you sighed. “I’ve just been distracted lately. I am a good cook, really.”
Kibum cocked his head to the side, “Looks like you’ll need to prove that, Honey, since your sushi was worse than the food I buy for my dogs.”
You frowned. “That bad, huh?”
Kibum nodded, “Sorry, Babe. Tell you what, why don’t I give you a dish and you make it for me? Do you think you can handle that?”
You rose your eyebrows. “Are you patronizing me, Kibum?”
“If the shoe fits.”
You crossed your arms over your chest. “I didn’t peg you as that type, Kibum.”
He smirked and looked up at you, “What type is that, Y/n?”
“Rude,” you answered.
He laughed again, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he threw his head back. “You should get used to it, since we’re friends now. So… how about it?”
“Give me a dish and I’ll make it perfect.” You pursed your lips, “Then you won’t underestimate me.”
Kibum smiled and sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling and humming to himself, “You know, my friend took me to this really expensive restaurant in New York last year. Maybe I can remember my favorite dish there. Let’s see… oh yeah! Arctic char, leeks, green olives and smoked potato. If it’s even close to what I had last year, I’ll believe that you’re a cook.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “You’re on.”
“Wait. You actually have Arctic char in your fridge?” Kibum looked impressed.
“Surprisingly, yes. I bought a ton of different ingredients this week for trial and error. That includes all the fish present at the market,” you said as you turned to your stove.
Kibum stood up as you grabbed a clean saucepan from its hook. “You know how to make it?”
“I’ve been studying culinary arts since I was a child, Kibum. A few smoked potatoes aren’t going to faze me.” A sudden confidence took over your presence, and Kibum found himself smiling at the way you assertively cut and rinsed your ingredients. “In fact, I think you’ve given me the surge of energy I needed to work on my dish. Who knows? This could be the winning one.”
Kibum stood up and leaned on the counter to watch as you seasoned the fish. “You should put your hair up.”
You looked up at him, pouting as you realized your bangs were falling into your face. “You’re right. Let me wash my hands—”
“I’ll do it,” Kibum interrupted you, moving around the counter till he stood behind you. He pulled the hair tie out of your ponytail and fixed your hair into a tight bun on top of your head. “There you go. Now there’ll be no hair in your char.”
You giggled. “Thanks, Kibum. Now go sit while I finish this up.”
You held your clasped hands against your lips in anticipation as you watched Kibum taste the dish in front of him. You were hoping with all your heart that he would like it. For some strange reason, his opinion meant a lot to you, and you were desperate for his honest approval.
Kibum chewed slowly, perhaps to spite you. His eyes were void of emotion, erasing any guess you could have about how he liked the food. Suddenly, his lips quirked into a smile. “It’s okay.”
“How is it okay?” you asked. “Which part of it is okay? What could I change? Would it get me a trip to Paris?”
Kibum blinked. “Well, for starters, it won’t get you to Paris. It’s good though. Very similar to what I had in New York. The potatoes aren’t smoked enough, and the leeks were a but soggy, but the char is excellent. I’d keep it for your protein.”
You broke out into a smile. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Kibum nodded. “So now all you need are side dishes.”
“I also need a dessert,” you clarified.
Suddenly, a beeping came from Kibum’s pocket, causing both of you to jump. “Oh. That’s the two hours you paid for. We didn’t get to cuddle, but I had a lot of fun.”
You grinned. “Me too. Thanks, Kibum.”
“No problem, Babe. See you later.”
Kibum must’ve thought it was you who contacted him, since he assumed you’d do it again. Unfortunately, you had no idea what app Chaeyoung had used, nor how to contact Kibum again.
The thing was, you had been perfecting recipes for vegetable side dishes for the past week, and you were dying to have Kibum taste them. So, with no other choice, you swallowed your pride and asked Chaeyoung for the name of the app.
“You like him!” was her first assumption.
“I do not,” you retorted, “The… cuddling was nice, is all.”
Chaeyoung smirked, “The app is called Cuddle Me. You remember his username, don’t you?”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed at her as you downloaded the app. “Yes. Now leave me alone.”
“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” Kibum smirked as you opened the door to your apartment. “I’ll admit, I thought you wouldn’t invite me over again. I thought you might’ve found someone else to try your mediocre recipes.”
“Mediocre? Yeah, right.” You noticed he had, yet again, brought his duffel bag. However, he obviously didn’t intend on using it since he threw it onto your couch as soon as he entered.
“I’m ready to eat soggy vegetables!” he announced.
“Stop hating on food you haven’t even eaten yet!” you whined, following him into the kitchen.
Kibum laughed gingerly and sat at the counter. “Pass the plate, honey.”
“Okay, today I made mushrooms à la bordelaise, Mediterranean baked sweet potatoes, eggplant skins stuffed with veggie risotto, and caramelized balsamic cipollini onions.”
“Marry me,” Kibum said as he stared at all the dishes you placed in front of him. He licked his lips as he looked at the tantalizing food.
You blushed at his praise. “Don’t get too excited. You haven’t tried them all yet. I need you to tell me if I can use any of these as my side dishes.”
“Get me a fork and I’m yours,” Kibum stated.
While he ate the dishes slowly, with the meticulousness of an actual food critic, you asked him about his interests. “You said you were into fashion?”
“I am,” he said. “I’m a fashion designer, and my company is just starting to get the recognition it deserves.”
“Really? What’s your company?” You were genuinely interested in his life, as he seemed so lively and sure of himself.
Kibum put down his fork and smacked his lips, thinking. “Designs by Key. It’s a newer company, since we got it up and running smoothly just this past year. I’ve tried a lot of different paths, but my newest line is getting a lot of attention. My goal is to make women’s clothes that women actually want to wear.”
“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows turned up in confusion.
Kibum chuckled, “Not that you would know, since your wardrobe seems to consist of simply jeans and t-shirts, but in the high fashion world, lots of women’s clothes are created without the woman’s best interests in mind. You’d like this: in my line, girls get usable pockets in their jeans and skirts. We’re also working on a range of clothes fit to perfection for each different female body shape. I have a lot of female friends and colleagues and they explained to me that clothes don’t always fit properly, especially when the ratio size of breast to waist is really different. So, we’re working to make a line based on nearly customizable clothing for females. My ultimate goal is to make everyone feel comfortable in their own skin, through fashion.”
“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s so cool. Call me when your designs go on sale, okay? I’ll buy one of everything.”
Kibum nodded, “Only if you call me when you open your restaurant so I can sample the entire menu. These side dishes are pretty great. I would choose the mushrooms and the eggplants, personally.”
You clapped your hands together, “That’s perfect! I’ll make stuffed eggplant skins for the appetizer, char and mushrooms for the entree, and then a dessert! Then that ticket to Paris is as good as mine.”
“You’ll invite me over to try out the dessert, right?”
“Of course,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes. “You know Kibum, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like hanging out with me.”
Kibum laughed, but you caught the pink tint that crept onto his cheeks. “Honey, I think you’re mistaking yourself with your cooking.”
“Why do you keep calling me honey and babe?”
“Instinct, I guess. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
“No,” you denied softly, “It’s fine.”
“Okay, so I have green tea custard, dark chocolate mousse with almonds, strawberry cheesecake, and hazelnut pie with spiced ice cream.”
Kibum hummed as he stared at all the dishes. “You’re too good to me, Y/n.”
You sat beside him, nibbling on an untoasted strawberry poptart and checking the made-up menu you had created in your phone notes. You would enter your menu tomorrow, a day before the scholarship deadline. Everything was perfect, and all you had to do was get Kibum to choose a dessert.
Kibum put a spoonful of the mousse into his mouth and clapped slowly. “This is everything. A bit bitter, so maybe add some brown sugar or something to sweeten it, but other than that it’s everything.”
He finished the mousse peacefully, enjoying the dessert freely as he scrolled through his phone. “Do you wanna see my dogs?”
“I already saw them on the app,” you answered, “but I guess I can see them again.”
Kibum scoffed, “You guess? Good grief, Y/n, at least try to act excited as I show you my pride and joys.”
“Sorry,” you giggled, leaning closer to him so you could see his phone screen.
“This one is Comme Des and this one is Garçons,” he explained. He then explained to you their favorite foods to eat, places to sleep, and clothes to wear.
“You dress your dogs? Isn’t that considered abuse?”
Kibum looked offended. “Abuse? They love being dressed up, trust me. Oh! Idea!” He suddenly perked up, turning to face you, “You should make your own gourmet dog food line!”
You deadpanned. “No. That’s an insult to my passion.”
Kibum pouted. “My babies would love it.”
“Just eat your cheesecake.”
Kibum chuckled and obeyed, complimenting your skills as he continued to stuff his face.
In the end, Kibum stayed by the mousse, and wished you luck that you would get that scholarship. “We could even meet up in Paris. You, a renowned chef and me, a famous fashion designer. Together we can conquer the world.”
You shook your head, “I don’t want to be renowned. That’s not my goal. I want to make great food for people who can’t afford it. I won’t get very renowned for that.”
Kibum furrowed his eyebrows, “Sorry? Do you think people like paying and arm and a leg for their meals? Y/n, if you succeed in a restaurant like that, you’ll be the talk of the year in the culinary world. It’s a huge financial risk, considering you have nothing to start with, but you can easily make it up with the amount of customers you’ll get. Open sponsors spots as well, and have them pay to support your restaurant as long as you name a dish after them or something. Designs by Key can be your first proud sponsor of many as long as you name the chocolate mousse after me. You could go far with this one, babe.”
You picked at the hem of your shirt, a shy smile appearing on your face. Not even your closest friends gave you the confidence Kibum did in just a few visits. You felt close to him, and you were sure he felt close to you as well. There was a natural attraction there, as if the two of you knew each other in another life or something.
Shaking your head out of those thoughts, you reached forward and wrapped your arms around Kibum’s neck. He let out a noise of surprise, but eased into your hold rather quickly. “Funnily enough, you’d think touch wouldn’t fluster me with this little side job. Your touch is different, I guess.”
You felt your face warm at his soft-spoken words. Surely he didn’t mean it in the way you thought. He was just talking about the emotional aspect of two friends hugging. That’s what you told yourself, since you couldn’t think about anything more than that with the deadline so close.
Kibum was the first to pull away, but he planted his hands on your shoulders before he left. “Go get ‘em, babe. Show them your talent.”
He tapped your nose, and grinned when a giggle spilled out of your mouth. “Keep that smile, okay? You’ll do great.”
You nodded, feeling more sure of yourself. “Thanks, Kibum.”
“I’ve got you. Oh, and when you win, invite me over so we can eat the winning meal together,” he said with a confident wink.
You stared at the phone in your hands, contemplating whether or not to ask Kibum over.
The thing was, you had come in second place. Although that was great, and would look fantastic on your resume, it wouldn’t get you a ticket to Paris. You were disappointed in yourself, and you kept going over the menu, wondering how you could’ve made it better. You were sure Kibum would be disappointed with you too. He had been so sure that you would win, and when you told him the truth, he might think you didn’t try hard enough. You had. You had given that food your all and had been so sure that you would get the scholarship.
Unfortunately, things don’t always go to plan.
In the end, you really wanted some kind of comfort. Kibum was the only one you wanted it from, which wasn’t too surprising considering how close the two of you had gotten ins ice a short amount of time. Before you could second guess yourself, you sent him message, asking him to come over. After that, you muted your phone, unable to see his reply, which would more than likely imply that you won and he couldn’t to wait to congratulate you in person.
You groaned and shoved your face into your couch cushions. You weren’t ready to see his face.
Kibum could tell something was wrong as soon as you opened the door. Your makeup was smudged at the corners and your hair was messier than usual.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“I didn’t win, Kibum,” you said. “I did everything you said and did my best, but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry.”
Kibum let out a breathy laugh, “Why are you apologizing? There are so many things more important than winning a scholarship.”
“Like what?” you frowned.
“Like, for instance, your skills grew as you practiced, and you stepped out of your comfort zone. Also, the most important thing is that you met me.” Kibum walked passed you, and with the usual toss of his bag he turned around, “So what do you say we cook together today? Something simple and tasty.”
You stared at Kibum’s raised eyebrows, unable to answer. You didn’t want to cook right now. In fact, all you really wanted was another one of Kibum’s hugs. “Actually… can we cuddle?”
Kibum’s ears turned red very quickly, but he covered up his flustered expression by licking his lips and turning his head towards his duffel bag. “No cooking? You just want to cuddle?”
You nodded, “You’re a good hugger so you have to be a good cuddler, right? I really need that right now.”
Kibum’s expression softened. “You got it, then. Let me change into some comfortable clothes.”
He returned quickly, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He opened his duffel bag and pulled out a large duvet. “I’m ready to cuddle!”
He sat down on the couch, his eyes on you as he patted his lap. “C'mere, babe.”
You accepted his invitation and curled up into his lap. He wrapped the blanket around the two of you and pushed your hair off of your face with his nimble fingers. “How’s this?”
“It’s perfect,” you mumbled, nuzzling your face into his chest. He smelt like honey and some kind of musk, and it made your heart stir with feelings that you had previously pushed down. “Kibum?”
You looked up at him, your cheek against his collarbone. He rubbed your hips gently as he waited for you to speak. “I think I like you.”
After your confession, you quickly ducked your head down, afraid to see his reaction. His fingers froze on your skin and soon you couldn’t feel the warmth of them on your skin.
You ruined it, Y/n, you told yourself. You should’ve just kept it in.
Then Kibum’s fingers were under your chin as he lifted your face towards his. “Really?” he questioned, his breath fanning your face as he leaned in closer.
You searched his eyes for any teasing, but there was only affection in his glassy brown eyes. “Yeah. I like you, Kibum. You make me feel confident. You make me feel like I can do anything I put my mind to, but you also give me a sense of warmth and comfort I’ve never received before.”
Kibum chuckled, “Honey, I’ve liked you since you made me eat that disgusting sushi.”
He was still in the midst of laughing when his lips reached yours. You cupped his face with your hand to bring him closer to you. Your own lips turned into a smile as you finally felt how soft his were. Kibum pulled away, “We have to stop smiling or we can’t kiss properly.”
You shrugged, biting your lip to try and stop the giddiness from showing on your face. “Sorry.”
Kibum pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “Don’t be. There will be plenty of times to kiss in the near future.”
He wriggled his eyebrows seductively, causing you to erupt into more giggles as you slapped his chest gently. “You’re stupid.”
“Well you’re dating stupid,” Kibum pointed out.
I wish authors would release a “fun facts” document for each of their books with random things that occurred while they were writing it.
examples could be:
- Saelthian’s name was originally Kevin
- a kid spilled oj on my laptop and i couldn’t remember what was on my outline so i had to change the entire book
- i stubbed my toe and got mad and killed three of your faves
- i only cried five times writing this (and only two of those were in public!)
- i started this book on a bar napkin
- Carythion was inspired by my fave vacation spot: Muncie, Indiana
- i spent three weeks researching about whale feces for one sentence in the book that was ultimately cut
- there are six mean girls references
- the line that is quoted the most, i wrote waiting at the DMV
- Zorbith was originally a minor character but my editor thought she was funny so she got her own pov…which turned into her becoming the main protagonist of the story!
- i went to a coffeeshop to write but actually spent three hours looking at memes
- i made my friend pretend to be a corpse so i would know if a person my size could drag a body 1000 ft uphill
- the 3 weirdest things i googled for this book are ____, ____, and ____
- i wrote the entire book in first person before realizing it needed to be in third
- i only listened to songs released in 2008 while writing the prom scene
- i ask my niece and her friends to look over the texting dialogue in my book to make sure they sound like authentic teens. apparently, i’m old.
- originally Klaethinus was two characters
i want the trivia, okayyyyyyyyy
disclaimer:to get the full experience, you should put on the song called kid in love by shawn mendes
your boyfriend seungmin had invited you over to hang out and somehow you ended up sharing each others playlists. he quickly skimmed trough his playlist and his eyes stopped on kid in love by shawn mendes. suddenly he got an idea.
“y/n, I want to play you something” he smiled shyly at you and took out woojin’s guitar from a corner of the room, “but promise you won’t laugh. I don’t really know how to play the guitar.”
you nodded. already feeling your face going red, trying to hold back a big smile. he took a little more time adjusting his fingers on the strings at first, but once he got the first chord, he kinda got the hang of it and started slowly playing with occasional pauses.
when he got to the chorus, you felt like melting. the way he looked at you while singing “maybe I’m just a kid in love, and if this is what it’s like falling in love, then I don’t ever wanna grow up” gave you goose bumps.
when he ended his performance, you were already in tears. he earned a massive applause from you and put down the guitar so that he could hug you properly. and so the date turned into a cuddling session.
wow I feel like I really changed over the past few months. I realize this especially by looking back at some of the things I used to write etc. I therefore will be probably changing the look of this account and the groups i’ll write for will also change. the way this account looks now no longer makes me happy. that might also be one of the reasons I am not as active, but this change might hopefully make me more happy about posting again! I hope you guys understand this.
love, nana xx
wowie ~ i’m so soft for this cutie it’s honestly unreal UwU
vav are coming to my country this weekend and i’m not able to go to see them:( but that’s not stopping me from writing this haha
concept: im wearing your college sweatshirt that’s a little oversized on me, but it’s cold outside and it’s warm and smells of you. im beside you, my head laying on your shoulder as you doze off, the room dark except twinkling fairy lights. snow falls outside, but we’re safe and warm together as we fall asleep
things most writers love in the fanfic community:
- REBLOGS WITH COMMENTS IN THE TAGS!!!!!
- C O M M E N T S ! ! ! ! ! !
- an emoji spam in their inbox describing how the story made you feel!!
- pointing out a particular scene in the story that had an impact on you emotionally
- when you understand updates take time and you don’t pressure the writer!!
- telling the writer in which ways you connect with the characters
- AN ABUNDANCE OF FIRE EMOJIS IN RESPONSE TO A PARTICULAR SAUCY SCENE
- “please remember to take care of yourself”
- describing to the writer all the ways you are currently suffering because of a story (we love you, but we love when you squirm)
- THE HEART EMOJI SPAM
- also, crying emojis, even if we feel a bit guilty.
- asking about certain details to a particular au, wanting to know more, SHOWING INTEREST ! !
- “take your time with the next update”
- understanding that writers are humans and not fanfic writing machines sitting behind a computer
- understanding that you are in no way bothering writers by sending feedback. you aren’t going to look silly, even if you’re shy. for some writers, it is that little bit of motivation and encouragement to pump out that last scene and get the chapter posted. and for some, it gives a reason to continue posting in the first place.
- understanding that if you enjoy a story, you should tell the writer.
- and also understanding there’s a difference in showing enthusiasm for the next part, and demanding an update.
- and knowing that your feedback can really brighten a writer’s day, and sometimes the message you send will be the ONLY message they receive for the story, so please don’t hesitate showing appreciation for the story you read and loved. if you don’t, you can’t complain when the writer loses motivation to stop posting, even if you loved their work.
adding on to this
- receiving messages not only after having begged to get some
- participation in ask memes
- getting asks about stuff that isn’t even about writing
- getting comments and messages, general interaction when the writer isn’t posting so the writer doesn’t feel like they are only worthwhile when they’re posting