Rain patters against the roof in large drops. A once beautiful sunrise turned dreary in a matter of seconds. Dark clouds hang overhead. Static sparks dance across your cardigan as you smooth it down with one hand. In the other is a steaming cup of tea. Its warmth is ebbing, losing the battle against the morning breeze. There’s a bite in the air – summer is ending. 

    Yawning, you pace to the other end of the balcony. On the street below a car passes. It’s that in-between hour where most people are asleep or already at work. Any other day you would be amongst them but today is different; today is special. Sliding your hand into your pocket you procure your phone. Anticipation courses through you. He’s on the way. After many long weeks apart, your boyfriend will soon be home.

    With a final glance around the quiet neighbourhood (and a mighty deep inhale to accompany it), you turn around… and  just about leap out of your skin. Leaning against the sliding door is Seungmin. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes as he watches you. Soft hair speckled with rain shines as the sun bursts through the clouds. Dressed casually in a black hoodie and sweats, he’s as handsome as ever.

    “You scared me,” you say around a small laugh. “Got in okay?”

    He nods, a playful grin on full display. “Sorry. You just looked so… content.”

    “Because I knew you were on the way.”

    “Missed me that much?”

    With a few short steps you’re wrapped around him, arms entangling in his hoodie’s front pouch. Warmth returns to your rain-spritzed limbs and bubbles deep in your chest. Nestled between fluttering lungs, your heart skips a beat when Seungmin pulls you closer. Hugged tight against him, you can hear his inner workings, can feel how his body synchronises with yours. 

    “I always miss you when you’re gone,” you murmur, words muffled in the soft fabric of the hoodie that so delectably carries his scent.

    It’s an overreaction but tears spring to your eyes despite your mind’s protests. Breathing him deep, you close your eyes and commit this moment to memory – a future failsafe against late night yearning. His lips press into your hair where he leaves a gentle kiss. All your worries dry out under the bright sun. He’s home, and the world resumes. Cars beep, children shout, and birds trill, but it’s all ambient noise. Muting the bustle of life, you block it all out to listen to the response that even after all these years conjures pure elation within:

    “I missed you, too.”

2|3 – The Moon;; KSY

Word Count;; 1.7k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), (B)F2Ls

Pairing;; Hoshi x Reader

Summary;;

Warnings;;

Notes;;

Collab Masterlist

Main Masterlist || SVT Masterlist

    “Why is he so late?” you groan, flipping your phone in the air before catching it with one hand.

    “Don’t do that."

    With a roll of the eyes you lean back against the couch. Plush cushions engulf you but do little to dampen the harsh clack of approaching footsteps. Joshua's hand slides into your peripheral before jutting out past your shoulder. His pretty fingers wiggle in expectation. Beside you, Seokmin snickers.

    "I won't do it again."

    "I don't believe you."

    And he shouldn't. Itching to throw the device back into the air, your fingers clamp around the cool glass screen. You tilt your head side to side as you decide the best way out of the lecture when a text message comes through.

The spray bottle squeaks out a few more splurts of all-purpose cleaner onto the kitchen counter. Just another thing for the monumental list of tasks you’ve acquired today. Taking a few paper towels, you scrub the quartz as if it personally victimised your entire family. There’s no laundry detergent either, not after all the bedding loads this morning. Did you turn on the dishwasher? It was loaded and you remember adding the tablet but there’s no tell-tale whirling nor incessant gurgling filling the room. 

“Shoot, shoot, shoot!” you grumble, turning on your heels. 

Steam escapes the machine’s vents – the drying cycle. One less thing to worry about. Though you didn’t have quite enough space to include the juice pitcher, for which you need to buy a few more instant tea packs. There’s a shopping list for all this, a simple way to give your mind a break, but then there’s also the counter. The spray is oh-so-patiently waiting to be wiped down. 

On autopilot your feet carry you to the fridge and the scrambled list clipped to it. In a scrawl near illegible you add what you remember: detergent, carpet cleaner, oh!, regular cleaner too, toothpaste, and…

What was the other thing?

“Honey,” Yunho calls, his voice breaking through the muck and mire of your overactive brain. His arm wraps around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?”

With a clap you add ‘tea’ to the list. “Ah, you’re a lifesaver!”

He snorts. “I don’t know what I did but I’m happy to be of service.”

Slipping free of his embrace you return to the counter and the war you’re waging against it. After a solid minute it sparkles. Most of the kitchen does by this time of day, though it never lasts long. Dinner is right around the corner so the dishes will inevitably pile back up, and wouldn’t it be nice to bake some cookies for dessert? If only there was some–

“My little hummingbird”—large hands clasp yours, holding you in place before you can flit away once more—“let me take care of it.”

“Oh, it’s fine, really. Now for dinner I was thinking–”

“I’ll take care of it,” he insists, gently pulling you to his chest. Once more his arms wrap around your frame. Warmth encases you as he rocks you back and forth. The buzz slows and dulls, allowing a sense of serenity to wash through you. “I’ll take care of you.”

So, Joong, Dae;; KHJ

Word Count;; 1.5k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Hongjoong x Reader

AU;; Barista!Hongjoong || Coffee Shop AU

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || ATEEZ Masterlist

   There it was.

   Sprawled on the napkin accompanying your coffee mug was the fourth pun of this week alone. Everyday you swung by this little café on the way home and everyday your barista had a new one tailored around your name. Each pun was somehow even more unique than the ones prior and required just that much more research. While you felt fluent in Korean, he had you second guessing yourself.

   On top of that was the mystery of where he was storing them. He didn't always write them down. Most of the time he'd announce it to the entire café. Did he have a notepad or a piece of paper behind the counter ready with a comprehensive list just waiting for your next encounter? Or was his memory so good that he could store a plethora of worthless wordplay? Perhaps he wrote them all on napkins and decided on the fly whether or not to yell it for the world to hear or surprise you with it under your mug.

   With a raised brow and a slight twitch of the eye, you thanked him for the drink and sat down. His stupid, perfect smile radiated throughout your mind. How someone could be so beautiful boggled you. It also irritated you. Here he was day in and day out screwing up your name as part of some game and you couldn't even stay angry at him, not when his smile was so damn cute and dazzling. It disarmed you and all you could do was thank him and come back the next day to repeat the cycle.

Mean Tweets;; OSH

Word Count;; 700

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Sehun x Reader

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || EXO Masterlist

   "'Sehun doesn't sing, dance or rap, and to top it off, he isn't even good looking. Why is he in the band?'" Sehun read off one of the tweets that he had chosen for this very special occasion, his tone indifferent. He fought to keep a straight face when you began to crack up, your laughter filling the room.

   Every few months you'd both sit down with a collection of fan responses and comments that were, for lack of a better word, mean. They were just plain mean. The intent behind them was to hurt one or both of you. While their entire purpose was just to bring negativity into your lives, you decided pretty early on that you wouldn't allow another person's resentment to affect you.

   You wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hurting you.

   So you'd sprawl out on the couch with some popcorn and go to town on them. In the privacy of your shared apartment, you'd poke fun at their insults. You'd have a good laugh repeating the comments, sometimes even agreeing or exaggerating on the claims. While it was all in good fun, you both had your limits and after a few hours the night would end with you fast asleep within the comfort of Sehun's arms, all of their hurtful words disempowered and long forgotten.

   Tonight was no different as you snuggled against Sehun, the atmosphere winding down and drowsiness tugging at your subconscious.

   "That one is dated and irrelevant. Listen to this. 'If Sehun had better taste, we wouldn't be stuck with this.'"

Midnight Snack;; HJS

Word Count;; “Drabble”... 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff

Pairing;; Jisung x Reader

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || SKZ Masterlist

   Your stomach grumbled. It was soft and almost indiscernible but you knew it was only a matter of time before it became as loud as an engine's roar. There would be no falling back to sleep at this rate, not when you were this hungry. To top it off, the hunger cramps were beginning to set in. While you knew better than to eat at this hour, you decided to make an exception tonight. After all, how much damage could a single apple do?

   Slipping out from under the covers, you peeked behind you. Your boyfriend was undisturbed and still fast asleep. Resisting the urge to run your fingers through his soft, unkempt hair, you took deliberate, slow strides toward the door and opened it. Though the sound was close to nonexistent, the squeak of the hinge made you jump. Whipping around once more to observe a very much asleep Jisung, you stared for far longer than necessary before continuing out of the room.

A Thousand Words;; CYJ

Word Count;; Drabble, ~700

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; Playing pranks and taking horrible photos is just part of how Youngjae expresses his love for you.

My Masterlist

Notes;; Written for my darling Sham Clam Dottie Slam Damn Blam Thank You Sam @dazedaurora​! Based off the prompt generator tag game.

   "Youngjae, have you seen my phone?"

   "Did you check the kitchen?"

   "Not yet."

   He listened out for your retreating footsteps, his head tilted to provide a better angle. Once he heard you disappear down the hall, he looked at Coco. She was sound asleep in her bed. A smile broke out across his features as he watched the puppy rest.

   There were few things he loved quite as much as Coco but you had quick become one of them. Playing harmless pranks and teasing you with little jokes and quips had also become something he was quite fond of. His smile grew into a grin when he remembered his current objective.

   With a quick glance over his shoulder, he found and acquired his target. His eyes darted to the door once more as he listened for any indication of your return before he dropped his gaze to his hands. Within them he held the mission item: your phone. With you distracted, the plan had the green light.

On Love && Music;; BC

Word Count;; Drabble, ~700

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || SKZ Masterlist

   "My soulmate is listening to our music again," Chan announced as he entered the room.

   While they were quite used to this, his band tried to act interested. Changbin gave him an encouraging smile and Jisung threw him a thumbs up over his shoulder, not tearing his focus away from his laptop. Jeongin clapped and laughed, amused by his band member's reactions.

   "That's great, buddy."

   "Are you sure you don't just have it stuck in your head for other reasons?"

   "Like it being our own music that you hear all the time?"

   "That's a good point, actually."

   "Nah, it's different and you know it. Time to stretch," Chan said, ending the conversation and ushering them to their feet.

   It was a regular occurrence for you to listen to their music. He only had himself to blame, really. His mind was always on creating new music and then taking the time to appreciate the tracks once they were completed. With how much he listened to them, you would've had no choice but to become a fan. Between the two of you, there was always a Stray Kids song playing in his head.

   As such, it came as a surprise when one day the usual playlist changed. For several scattered hours every few days, there was a new sound. It was always the same few bars. You would be hyper-focused on it, repeating the sound over and over, until it would stop and his songs would flood his thoughts once again.

The Little Things;; BC

Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count;; Drabble

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || SKZ Masterlist

   "Woah," Chan says, pointing at the screen. "Look how cute this couple is!"

   You glance up, noticing a Korean drama playing on his tablet off to the side of his computer monitor. What had started as showing support for his senior had turned into him binge-watching the show. No longer was he working on the new track he had declared top priority three hours ago. Instead he was engrossed in his tablet, eyes glued to the screen while sitting on the edge of his seat.

   It was a relief to see him relax and forget about work.

New Year, Same Us;; BC

Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count;; Drabble

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; 

Notes;; 

Main Masterlist || SKZ Masterlist

   "Ten, nine, eight-"

   You registered the countdown somewhere in the back of your mind but it didn't seem significant, not compared to the man next to you. His hand held yours, squeezing with every number shouted. There was excitement in his smile, his energy growing alongside the crowd's. His eyes sparkled, bright with anticipation.

   "-seven, six, five-"

   Whether he noticed you staring or was trying to steal a glance of his own, his eyes met yours and you felt your breath hitch. Time slowed. The room faded. In this moment, it was only you and him. A crooked smile broke across his face as he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Taking the lead, you placed his hand on your cheek, taking just enough time to indulge in his warmth before kissing him.

   "-four, three, two-"

   There were sparks when your lips met, your own tingling as you deepened the kiss. Chan, though taken aback by your boldness for a fleeting moment, slid his hand from your cheek into your hair. His other hand found its way to your waist, resting on your body in unspoken appreciation.

   "-one! Happy New Year!"

   The chorus of shouts and cheers were drowned out, lost to the void that consisted of everything outside the bubble you two had created. Inside your own world, there was only Chan and yourself, celebrating another wonderful year together and welcoming the next.

   You couldn't wait to experience even more of the world with him by your side.

   Snapping back to the party, the loud cooing of your friends while they toasted your relationship was borderline embarrassing. A blush tinted your cheeks. Reality hit you as you realised that your kiss was shared with the entire room. You doubted your friends would let you live down your little display of affection anytime soon, not if the shouts for an encore were anything to go by.

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Chewing Gum || LTM

Taemin x Reader

Word Count;; Drabble

Genre;; Fluff x Suggestive

Summary;; Your boyfriend steals the last piece of gum which leaves you with no other choice than to get it back.

My Masterlist

Requested by Fake Anon

   There he was in all of his smug glory, chewing away at the last piece of gum. His legs were spread as he stared at you from the otherside of the coffee table. Languid were his actions, beckoning you to make a move, to engage him.

   The gum was rightfully yours - it was from your favourite pack that you had bought. That final piece should have been in your mouth right now, not his. Now all you could do was watch as Taemin chewed it with exaggeration, rubbing salt in the wound, leaving you with nothing except petty envy.

   His audacity.

Decorations;; OSH

Day Ten Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

Sehun x Reader

Word Count;; 1.1k

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; 

Main Masterlist || EXO Masterlist

   There was only so much you could take before you needed a timeout and you were just about there when you saw the shattered remnants of your glass ornaments sprawled across the hardwood floor. Running into the living room and jumping over the largest pile of glass, you scooped Toben into your arms before he could play with the single remaining ornament. You checked his paws to make sure there were no cuts or slivers of glass. Him not being hurt was currently the only silver lining in this mess of a Christmas Eve.

   "Sehun!" No response. "Sehun! There's glass everywhere!"

   Toben squirmed in your arms, itching to break free and destroy yet another piece of your Christmas decorations and, inevitably, a fragment of your spirit. Your collection was dwindling. There weren't many left. On top of that, the house was a mess. Had you not known better, you would've assumed a hurricane had come through. Your once festive home now looked post-apocalyptic.

   You let out a frustrated sigh as you walked away from the crime scene, Toben still in hand.

   "Hey, what's wrong?"

Sledding;; BBH

Day Nine Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

Baekhyun x Reader

Word Count;; ~700

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;; 

Main Masterlist || EXO Masterlist

   Embarrassment.

   That's all you could feel as you watched your boyfriend of three years trying to sit in a sled designed for kids half his age. The feeling only grew as you heard the soft whining and disgruntled groans behind you from children and their parents, respectively, who were waiting in line. Their patience was running thin and at this point yours wasn't much better.

Ugly Christmas Sweater;; JYH

Day Seven Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

Yunho x Reader

Word Count;; 900

Genre;; Fluff + Slightly Suggestive

Summary;; 

Main Masterlist || ATEEZ Masterlist

   "This year's winner is… Yunho!"

   Amidst the clapping and cheering, you stood with your mouth ajar. This couldn't be happening. Not to you, the champion. This was outrageous. You looked back at Yunho who was leaning against the wall next to Mingi and Wooyoung, the two banes of your existence that worked on your floor. They wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders before jumping in a circle, yelling something incoherent.

   Your eye twitched.

   "I want a recount!" you blurted, pointing an accusatory finger at the judges. "Mr. Park is biased toward me, everyone knows this."

   "Yeah he is! He brings coffee and doughnuts to the meetings he knows you're attending. That's favouritism!" Wooyoung yelled, causing laughter to erupt around the room.

   "Ms. Moon is Yunho's direct superior and that isn't fair!"

   "But she gave you a higher score," your boss piped up as he looked over the scoreboards. "Looks fair to me. Congratulations, Yunho!"

   "There's always next year, sweetheart," Yunho said, brushing past you on his way up to the miniature stage.

Peppermint Swirl;; PJS

Day Six Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

Leeteuk x Reader

Word Count;; 900

Genre;; Fluff!

Summary;; When a cute man walks into your life, you decide to win him over with your brewing skills.

My Masterlist

   "What can I get for you today?"

   The words that started every customer interaction you had in the small café you worked at. No matter the season, people would flood in from open to close. Whether ordering an iced refresher or hot chocolate or a frappuccino, people refused to let the little café on the boardwalk go out of business. While you should be grateful for the job security, the repetition of it all got to you some days. Your shifts were filled with the same questions and the same responses in an endless cycle of customer service hell.

   "Triple espresso."

   "Of course, we'll have that right up for you."

   It wasn't all bad, though. You got to meet people and even chat if time allowed. Hearing about people's vacations and plans for the rest of their trip told you a lot about them, and most of them deserved the break from the stress that waited for them back home. Since this spot was quite hot amongst tourists, you even got to learn about many different cultures.

   "Just my usual, sweetie."

   "Right you are!"

   Then there were the regulars - the real gems of your job. They came back day after day, requesting their drinks to be made by you specifically because when it came to the perfect drink, you had mastered that years ago. The excellent conversations were just an added bonus. Your lines were always long but your tip jar was never empty.

   What more could you ask for?

   A lot, actually, but you would settle for something new.

   Something fun.

   Something out of the ordinary.

   Something like him.

Ice Skating;; N x Reader

Day Three Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

N x Reader

Word Count;; 600

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;;  You surprise N while he's practicing his new routine.

My Masterlist

 He glided across the ice. The blades scratched and clanged, the sound filling the small stadium. There was a chill in the air, just as one would expect from an ice skating rink. His lips were a touch pale but otherwise his face was blank, his thoughts lost to deep concentration. Determination and perseverance fueled him as he made another jump.