I Can Feel The Tension Betwen You And Eric From All The Way Here

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✩ haechan x reader | spy au | enemies to lovers | fluff | 1k

SUMMARY ⇾ in which your partner patches you up when you get caught during a mission. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ swearing; mentions of violence, blood, and injury; (almost???) kissing  RATING ⇾ teen+ FOR ⇾ @shaechans 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ so uh i’m not a spy of any sort, so take everything with a grain of salt slkdmf​

You clench your jaw harshly, trying your best to fight a groan as Haechan ties a ripped piece of his dress shirt around your bleeding arm. Fighting a groan to not only stay quiet from the guards, but more so wanting to not seem weak in front of your rival turned partner. 

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p.s. maybe being lost isn’t

such a bad thing !

be mine- jung jaehyun

info: single dad jaehyun x reader, fluff

warnings: none

wc: 3.7k

a/n: happy birthday jaehyun! and happy valentine’s day everyone!!!! much love :D 

You walk into the break room, noticing your coworker- Jaehyun, hunched over on his phone, lips pursed. When he notices your presence, he smiles slightly, “hey,” he mumbles, before looking back down at his phone.

You and Jaehyun have always been friends- as the youngest people in your department, you automatically clicked and stuck together. Jaehyun has always been kind to you, he was nice to everyone. The other women in your office would often remind you of how lucky you were because of your friendship- but you were just friends, nothing more. In the almost 2 years you had known him, Jaehyun had never brought up dating or talk of a romantic life. Jaehyun’s daughter- Jina, took up most of his time and he loved it- but it also meant he barely had any time to actually pursue relationships outside of work. 

“You good?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa across from him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles. “I’m just trying to find a babysitter last minute for tonight.”

You listen while you bite into your apple. He hesitates before asking, “You wouldn’t happen to know of one would you?”

You shrug, “No, I don’t think so sorry.”

“I figured,” Jaehyun laughs, “considering you don’t have kids or anything.”

There’s a lingering silence and you almost feel bad. By the distressed look on his face when you walked in, it seemed pretty urgent. “Yeah,” you start, “I mean, well- I could watch Jina if you need me too.”

Jina is 4- almost 5, and looks a lot like her father. You could immediately recognize her as Jaehyun’s, with one dimple like his, a similar eye shape, and a toothy smile- she looked practically identical. She was shy and well mannered, often tucking herself into her father’s pant leg when meeting new people. 

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"Do you and uncle Doyoung also kiss?"

Sat down on said man's childhood house floor, you felt your eyes widen and cheeks heat up at the little boy's words. Doyoung, in the same position as you at your right, let out a surprised and nagging huff.

"Hey, that's not something you can just ask," he ruffled the child's hair.

Doyoung's nephew shrugged his small shoulders with a pout and continued assembling the colourful Legos you gifted him for his birthday.

"Mom and dad kiss often because they love each other."

You chuckled and eyed Doyoung's sunlit face with the corner of your eyes. He was amused but dumbfounded at the same time as his lips were open trying to say something back but not knowing which words to choose from.

His nephew interrupted him.

"Do you love uncle Doyoung?" the boy raised his big eyes to look at you again, taking you both by surprise a second time. You tightened your lips together, Doyoung's gaze burning your face, and looked at your hands in the lap as they started to smooth imaginary wrinkles on your summer dress.

"I do love him. But we haven't kissed yet," you replied honestly with a tiny voice and the boy looked satisfied but when he looked at Doyoung he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uncle Doyoung. I think you should kiss Y/N," he shared with a cute but serious voice. You laughed, covering your mouth with one hand and Doyoung blinked while scratching the back of his head.

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You ignored the quick glances Doyoung kept throwing at you afterwards as you played with his brother's baby boy.

"Please come, he'll love you," Doyoung said a few days prior to that, inviting you to the little party.

You shifted your weight side to side, one hand tugging at your backpack.

"I'm not sure. That sounds like a very intimate reunion. I'm just…," but Doyoung talked on top of you.

"A dear friend. I would have died in this college room if it wasn't for you forcing me to eat three meals a day," he smiled warmly. "Besides, you've already met my brother and his family once. They also insisted on you to come."

The summer break was the second most sad period of the year after Christmas. Unable to go home for the holidays, you would roll on your bed for days until it was time to start the uni classes again. Doyoung was delicate enough to not bring up your loneliness or family problems. But he was also kind enough to ask you to spend time with his family instead, masking his consideration for "we can have free drinks" so that you can laugh and say that "Doyoung, it's a toddler's birthday".

Now, listening to his family hyper chatter all around the barbecue, the smell of the food caressed your nostrils, coming through the big open windows of the living room, you were glad that you accepted to come.

"Y/N! It's read-," Doyoung budged inside the house but you were quick to shush him.

He stopped in place for a moment and took in the view of his nephew asleep in your arms. You smiled at him and you both looked at the boy's peaceful expression for a little while.

"Here, I'll put him to sleep," Doyoung then whispered and knelt in front of you extending his hands, wrapping the child's body with his arms and pulling him softly to his chest.

You looked at the man's smiling face as he turned around then at his back and had to inhale and exhale slowly, calming the butterflies in your stomach, just like you've been doing for the past few months. When you couldn't see him anymore you looked at your hands and smiled seeing the hard work you and Doyoung's nephew put into drawing with multi-coloured markers.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of him all afternoon."

You jolted a little at the sound of his voice and jerked your face towards the bathroom entrance where Doyoung stood, one shoulder resting on the door, arms crossed on his chest and a peaceful expression. You smiled back and turned the water off before grabbing a towel and drying your wet hands.

"It's fine. I enjoyed myself," you assured him.

"He likes you a lot," and something in Doyoung's tone made you stop your motions and look at his face again. His eyes were dark and his cheeks slightly pink from being outside. You couldn't stare too much though and you soon found yourself shifting glances all around the room.

"I like him a lot too. He's a very sweet boy."

Then the silence engulfed you both.

"Come here," Doyoung ordered softly.

You felt your mouth dry but walked the few steps separating you from him, unsure of what he wanted. The man slid one hand around your waist and put the other on your jaw, slowly cupping your cheek making your breath hitch. He stared at you from underneath his fringe as if asking permission and you closed your eyes with trembling lids, fingers grabbing the shirt on his shoulders as he placed his lips on yours.

He smelled like clean cotton under sun rays and you smiled into the kiss, realizing that you've unconsciously attributed that scent to home and safety.

"Was that the truth?", Doyoung's breath tickled your lips when he pulled away.

It was obvious what he referred to. You rubbed your cheek onto his palm and he held you even closer.

"Of course. Do you lie to children?"

"Of course, I lie to children," he chuckled when you lightly hit his chest.

"Now I can be honest with him as well," Doyoung added with a more serious tone and you tilted your head to the side as if questioning him what that meant.

"Now I can tell him that I do kiss you too because I love you."

h-hendery, 私はそれについてよく考えています、そして、あなたは私と結婚したいですか？🦋

requested by: @hannie-dul-set​

pairing || jaemin x reader

word count || 0.6k

prompts || fluff 24 “this reminded me of you” and general 42 “are you flirting with me?” from this prompt list (reqs open)

note || oops allex this was the first req i received and it’s been sitting in a corner so ya very sorry for that yes <333 i hope you like this though i wrote it at 3am bc i was in a good mood

“no, jaemin, i swear to god, not that. anything but that,” you groaned, snatching a garment in a rather disgusting shade of purple out of your best friend’s hands, hurriedly hanging it up on a random rack before someone could judge you for having such bad taste in clothing.

“i wanted to see you in it!” jaemin pouted, reaching a hand out to pull out an equally hideous neon green sweater, “how about this?”

you gaped at him in disbelief, placing your hands on his shoulders slowly, “no. n-o- no. seriously, jaemin, if i’d known you were going to do this i wouldn’t have suggested picking out outfits for the other to try on.”

“fine,” jaemin huffed, putting down the sweater, “i’ll find you something decent, so go to the men’s section and stop hovering around me!”

a few minutes later, you were conflicted, wondering if a gray or white jacket would suit jaemin better, and got the fright of your life when someone whispered your name by your ear. of course, jaemin being jaemin, whispering suddenly next to your ear wasn’t out of the norm. 

“okay, i swear to god, if you’ve brought me another horrible outfit that my grandma would wear i will kill-” jaemin cut you off with a wide grin, shoving the white t-shirt into your face.

“so prettyyyyy,” he gushed, voice uncharacteristically soft and high, “this reminded me of you, y/n.”

you frowned at his words, “are you flirting with me?”

jaemin spread his arms wide like he’d just been pronounced the king of the world. “ah, perhaps i am. why, do you like it?”

“jaemin, it’s literally a plain white t-shirt, at this point i don’t know whether to feel flattered or to feel bad for your taste.”

“white t-shirts are really pretty, okay? i bet doyoung-hyung would look really good wearing this.”

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High School!Haechan

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When Haechan strutted into Chinese class with his hands in his pockets, earbuds shoved in, and backpack hanging off one shoulder, you had a terrible urge to smack him. Mina, one of the most popular girls in the class, immediately stood up and flocked around him with her friends. 

A chorus of “Here I’ll help you!” and “I can do it, I’m good at it!” flooded the previously quiet room as the girls made grabs at Haechan, who calmly and politely refused their offers. He glided to the window where you were, swinging his backpack onto the ground and plopped into the desk beside you. You groaned in (half) mock disgust. 

“Are you kidding me right now?” 

Haechan only smiled goofily at you, and you knew he was trying his best not to start laughing. He popped his earbuds out and draped them across the back of his neck, the buds dangling from his shoulder.

“As much as I hate AirPods, I swear to god they’re meant for you.” 

He merely shrugged “You wanna buy them for me? You know I don’t have the money for them.”

“You know I don’t have money for them either! If I had money, do you think I would still have my LG phone? Do you know how hard it is to find a cute phone case? I have to spend a solid hour browsing through shady eBay listings!” As you rambled, Haechan scooted his desk so that his bumped against yours, returning his gaze back to you when he felt settled. Completely disregarding your mini-rant, he whined. “Fix it for me, please.”

You crossed your arms against your chest and huffed. What kind of game was he playing? “No. So many people offered and you turned them down, I’m not about to fix it for you.”

“Ah Y/N! Come on, please~” He continued to make baby noises at you and pout profusely. You quickly scanned the room and saw a significant portion of your classmates either glaring at you or gaping at Haechan. When he wouldn’t let up, you snatched his earbuds from where they laid and set them on your desk. 

He always did this. Mostly because he wanted your attention, and also because he liked it when you helped him. It made him feel like you cared about him. So every few months, he would knot the wires of his earbuds so messily that it reduced the length of them by half, and then proceed to beg you to untie them for him. And here you were, once again, hunched over the tangled mass trying to carefully dissect the clump. 

“Literally anyone else could’ve done this and it would’ve produced the same result,” you complained. 

“That’s not true. You’re the only person who won’t break them when you untangle.”

Haechan watched you work, your fingers moving skillfully due to all the previous times he came to you with the same task. He liked how your hair would fall from your ear and brush against your nose, and how you would then let out a huff of air to push it away. He liked how you would start with your head bent over the desk and then slowly straighten, bringing the earbuds to your face rather than your face to the earbuds. And he liked how every time you finish untangling it, you would grab his phone and plug them in to make sure the wiring was still intact in each ear. 

You put the buds into your own ears and hit play, not caring what was on. Although you were kind of curious today since Haechan was sporting his resting bitch face as he came in today. Expecting some kind of badass rap, you were surprised to hear jazzy piano and a male voice. 

You’re just too good to be true

Can’t take my eyes off you

You’d be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

“What is this?” you asked, popping one earbud out so that you could hear his reply. He raised an eyebrow and frowned, trying to remember. The music continued to stream into your ear, and you were a little surprised by the lyrics.

I love you baby

And if it’s quite alright

I need you baby

Through all the lonely nights

“Haechan this song is so unlike you,” you mused. The lyrics came to you in fragments, as you were only paying attention half of the time. You opened his Spotify and read the title out loud. “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Max Von Essen.”

Oh pretty baby

Haechan’s eyes widened in alarm. The tips of his ears started burning and he opened his mouth to explain, but couldn’t. How could he tell you that he was listening to it, with you on his mind? Sure, he was planning on confessing his feelings at some point but not now. It was too soon, too rushed, too spontaneous. He wasn’t ready. He doubted you were either. 

And let me love you

“Do you like it?” he asked instead. Your head started to sway to the song, fingers tapping the surface of the desk rhythmically. “Yeah, I do. Not my usual vibe, but it’s very sweet.”

You’re just too good to be true

Haechan picked up the other earbud, his fingers grasping the white plastic and bringing it to his ear. Maybe now was the time. It didn’t have to be a grandiose, fantastical promposal under the stars. As he listened to the lyrics with you, he made up his mind. 

Oh pretty baby

Now that I’ve found you stay

“You know,” he started, when the music faded away. “When I listen to this song I think of you.”

You cocked your head, confused. “Because of the sound? You know I don’t really listen to old music or jazzy stuff.” 

He shook his head, feeling flustered. Forcing himself to swallow his nerves, he looked straight into your eyes and smiled warmly. You’d never seen him so genuine before and felt butterflies stir in your stomach. “What then?”

“The lyrics. You’re too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

The corners of your lips twitched upwards. Was he saying what you think he’s saying?

He inhaled and started singing to you sweetly, serenading you. In awe, you pulled out the other earbud to give him your full attention. He slowed the song down as he sang, gracing you with his voice that you heard so rarely. Your heart bloomed and you felt an urge to kiss him but you knew that if you kissed him now, he would stop singing. His voice pulled you in and made you forget about the little trivialities, instead encouraging you to focus on only him. 

“I love you baby, and if it’s quite alright. I need you baby, through all the lonely nights”

💌 . . . first kisses ! with dream

genre. fluff, tiny angst ! pairings. dream × gn! reader ! tw. mentions of food and a high jaemin ! a/n. this has been sitting in my draft forever now.

MARK

Mark softly hummed to the music that echoed from the radio, eyebrows knitted together as he passionately sung. The bedsheet underneath you crumbles as you shift to get a better look at your boyfriend. He stopped, sensing your eyes on him, and turned around to look at you. You giggled, looking at his dumbstruck face.

“What? Am I not good at singing?” he asked, adorably tilting his head. Big doe eyes looking at you in confusion.

“Who? The great Mark Lee, bad at singing?” he giggled at your indirect compliment. “I am not that good at singing, actually,” he rubbed his nape as he tried to find words, distracted by how close you were.

“Y’know, the characters in a movie would’ve kissed in a situation like this,” he mumbled without a second thought, instantly regretting it.

“well then, kiss me” “what?”

“Kiss me.” you pout your lips, inching your face closer towards him. He mumbled a ‘cute’ and placed his lips on yours. Bringing his hand to your cheeks, he slowly caressed the muscle as soft, plump lips melted into yours. The warmth in your chest grew, spreading to your whole body. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled gleefully before letting a small giggle.

RENJUN

Renjun was looking at you, memorising your features. You could tell he was having a hard time. “What is it renren?” “uh? Nothing.” he dismissed you, trying to get a closer look at your lips. He looked back at the canvas he was drawing on and sighed, erasing something and going back to looking at your lips. 

“Are you drawing me?” You asked, amused. You sat beside him, wanting to look at the drawing, but he hid the canvas, “No, I’m not drawing you, I just wanted to take a look at your lips to get an idea about drawing them.” He stated, defending himself.

You nodded and moved away from him, wanting to give him space. He panicked, thinking that you were upset, “Hey, Hey, If you move away, how can I look at them properly?” You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and moved closer to him. “You can kiss me to get a proper idea.” You suggested to Renjun, who looked flustered at your proposal. Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in only to bump your noses. 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He tilted his head and told you to try again. A sigh left him as your lips finally made contact. His lips moved slowly against yours, trying to memorise them. You tasted the strawberry he was eating earlier, sour yet sweet. It tingled your lips. He pulled back, and the ghost of the kiss lingered on your lips. And, now strawberries remind you of him.

JENO

You watch your boyfriend as he plays games on his phone, admiring the way his muscles tensed whenever he got close to losing and the way he pouted his lips in concentration. God, you wanted to kiss those lips.

“Jeno, gimme a kisss!” you whine, grabbing his attention. He spares you a single glance before going back to playing.

“Babe, please wait. I’ll finish this round, and I'm all yours.” he said, tapping on the phone aggressively.

“You said that last time.” you whine again, louder this time. He sighs in defeat.

“Fine, c’mere.” you gladly scooted closer to him, pushing your face in front of his. He didn’t take his eyes off his phone as he leaned closer towards you. Eyes still glued to his phone, he pecks your lips. He finally looks at you, wide-eyed, lips still connected to yours. He reads your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. You chuckle at his reaction.

He falls on top of you, hiding his face in your chest while you struggle to breathe. “Jeno, move. I can’t breathe.” he shifts his weight to his side, still clinging to you. “I’m dead from pure bliss, and a kiss is required to be resurrected.” “What are you? Snow white?” “I'm Your snow white.”

HAECHAN

Like any other day, Haechan was messing around, trying to anger you. The satisfaction he gets from annoying people is incomparable. “Haechan, you snob!”You scolded your boyfriend, who smeared ice cream on you rather than feeding you. You tried to sound as annoyed as possible, but the smile on your face gave it away. 

“That’s what you get for being greedy.” He stated. “I just asked for a bite of yours!” “You have ice cream yourself!” Fighting with him is rather pointless. He’ll win anyway. You let out a huff and looked at your half-melted ice cream, sadly staring back at you.  

Looking at your long face, he decided to have some mercy on you. “Here, have mine.” He casually said, placing the ice cream near your lips. You smiled and eagerly leaned in to take a bite, only for him to smear on you yet again. He laughed victoriously, looking at your face. You lifted your hand to wipe it off before he stopped you, moving closer to you. 

“What do you want?” You said, rather annoyed at him. He didn’t react and lifted your chin, his thumb barely brushing below your ice cream smeared lower lip. Shifting his gaze from your lips, he looked into your eyes as if asking permission.       

You closed your eyes and felt his lips on yours. His lips were cold and comforting on a hot, sunny day. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, letting yourself relax in his arms. Haechan carefully embraced your lips with his, with a certainty that there would be a thousand more kisses. He intertwined his fingers with yours, the ice cream, long forgotten now. Maybe, there is something comparable to the satisfaction he gets from annoying people.

JAEMIN

The loud music filled the living room, now transformed into a dance room as Jaemin danced. He moved effortlessly with grace, as if the music travelled through his veins. It was a sight to see, the passion in his eyes, the lithe movement of his body, the way he messily lip-synced to the booming music. Jaemin managed to look like an artwork so easily. 

You were mesmerised by him. You watched his every movement with keen eyes. Jaemin noticed it, a smile making its way onto his face as he stopped his movement altogether. “Don’t stare too hard, your eyes might pop out.” He joked, making you cover your face. “Oh, c’mon, don’t be embarrassed now. Why don’t you join me?” He was dragging you before you could even answer. 

Placing his hands on your waist, he spun you around. You can feel the sugar rush he was having from the amount of coffee he had drunk. You told him to slow down, but, right after, he toppled on top of you. You didn’t feel any pain from hitting the ground because you were too concentrated on how close he was. “Hi,” You said to distract yourself. “Hi,” he replied, catching your nervous tone. He smiled. He rested his forehead against yours and relaxed a bit. 

“Can I?” he asked, shifting his gaze towards your lips. You nodded and closed your eyes as you felt his soft, warm lips on yours. Tilting your head to the side, you combed his locks. His lips moved softly against yours despite his high state. He broke the kiss and pulled back enough to let you both breathe. Chuckling, he looked at your blissed-out expression. “Hmm, your lips taste better than coffee.”

CHENLE

All you wanted to do now was rest between your boyfriend's arms as he sings you to sleep. It’s just not the best day, and even though you had done your best, you felt that it wasn’t good enough. That you weren’t good enough because that’s what the people around had taught you. And you just missed Chenle badly. 

Reaching home, you unlocked the door and immediately searched for your lover, finding him petting Daegal on the couch. Greeting you, he smiled. His soft smile was enough to make you break down, but you managed to keep your tears at bay. But Chenle knew you, and he knew something wasn’t right. Putting Daegal down, he walked towards you with concerned eyes, “Baby, is everything all right?” 

That was your last straw. You pulled him into a hug, sobbing into his chest. Rubbing your back, he helped you to vent out your feelings. “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you with my worries,” you said, wiping a stray tear. Chenle sighed, “Hey, you aren’t disturbing me. That’s why I’m here, aren’t I? To listen to your worries and wipe your tears away, hmm?” interlacing your hands together, he reassured you. He nuzzled your noses. You smiled, thankful to have him by your side.

He rested his forehead on yours, and you were sure that you both had the same thought in mind. Tilting your head, you gave him permission. His lips landed on yours the moment you said it. Rocking you slowly in his arms, he combed your hair with his fingers. Time had slowed, and there was nothing in this world other than you both. You knew that you’d cherish this moment forever, the moment when you knew Chenle was your home.

JISUNG

Stargazing on the rooftop with your boyfriend of three months, huddled under the blankets with you. Can’t get any better, right? 

It’s safe to say that Jisung was still shy in the relationship, and you often had to initiate things. Not that you were complaining. How could someone complain about his heated cheeks and shy eyes whenever he received the tiniest affections. It was adorable. He was adorable. 

The moonlight shone on him, highlighting his features. He truly looked like an angel. Shifting closer to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. He glanced at you for a second and smiled, his cheeks heating up instantly. “You look pretty,” you complimented him, hearing his heartbeat pace up in the quiet night. “Huh? Oh, thank you.” He said, rubbing his nape shyly, an action you had come to adore. 

Raising your hand, you placed them on his cheeks, pinching them. “You are really adorable,” He grinned cheekily at you. You let your hand stay there as your thumb caressed them softly. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander to his lips. They looked welcoming, to say the least. Soft, pink lips that you can’t help but dream about. As you let your thoughts wander, Jisung noticed your gaze on his lips and unconsciously leaned towards you. 

You placed your other hand on his back, and he placed his on your hips as your lips softly connected in the purest form possible. You pulled back, only to kiss him again. Jisung made you feel giddy and at home at the same time. The night did get better. 

“Wait, will you get pregnant?”

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