hi, seri!! 73 and minghao 💕

73. “Take mine.“

pairing: minghao x reader

genre: fluff, 100 ways to say i love you

author’s note: hi love!! i was so happy to see this asjnoenkfoerilsdk this is my first one, i hope you like this!

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maybe the world wished for today to be your off day. you had already started the morning late, regretting staying in bed for those unsatisfying extra twenty minutes that in your drowsy weakness you agreed to. there was barely enough time to change into a sweater, leggings, a pair of thick socks, and again throwing a long coat off all of that. you should’ve already known two layers did nothing in the cold breeze that hit you walking out the door. 

you had nothing to do except ignore it, however, because the two minutes it would take you to find another layer would be the time it takes you to miss the bus, knowing your luck. with you already dashing to the bus stop as fast as you could with your bag already weighing you down, you needed all the time you could get. 

somehow you manage to catch the bus right on time, stumbling a little as you stop suddenly behind the tall figure in front of you so you don’t bump into him. 

it isn’t hard to feel you feel your presence, from the loud stomping of your boats and a couple of glances from the people around you. he turns around, and your eyes meet his raised eyebrows that you almost couldn’t make out with his dark bangs pushed down by his black baseball cap. but you’d recognize that face anywhere. 

“y/n,” he says, beginning smile and taking in your wild hair being blown up in the wind and hands covered by the fabric of your sweater crossing over your chest in an attempt to keep warm. “rough morning?” 

“i look that bad?” you teasingly question, feeling your morning brightening already. 

after starting a new semester, you had initially regretted taking a morning class because you weren’t sure any class, no matter how amazing the professor was rumored to be, could be worth waking up that early when your regular bedtime is four am. but after taking three weeks to realize the boy at your bus stop sits two rows in front of you in class, it didn’t take long for some type of relationship forming. the two of you would talk the whole way there and even ended up walking to class together, the conversation having swayed way past the assignment due and more towards the weird videos his friend jun keeps sending him. 

“no, it’s not possible.” the last part comes out a bit as a mumble but you heard it anyways, a dash of pink dusting your cheeks. he sees this, looking away from you and tries to hold in a small giggle, and failing. 

“you’re particularity sweet this morning hao,” you say, brushing past him smiling as he moves aside to let you on the bus first. 

“to make up for the cold weather,” he jokes. “i heard it’s supposed to snow this week too.” 

you stare outside the window for a moment. it was so cold even the glass window gave off an ice like breeze. you rub your hands down your arms feeling chilly in the poorly heated bus. 

“ah i wish i threw on another sweater, you know prof likes to keep the classroom like a freezer too.” you comment without any thoughts, just trying to not focus on your ice cold hands. 

“here,” he pulls his arms through his coat, taking off the stylish beige and handing it to you, “take mine.” 

you lean back slightly in surprise and furrow your brows worriedly, “but what about you?” 

“i can lose a layer if it means you’d be warm.” 

he smiles at you, not the little smirk you normally see, but actually smiles with his teeth showing, nose and eyes scrunching together, and the tips of his ears red. 

“can you really do a whole week without your coat?” you accept it, trying not to melt as minghao’s scent engulfs you and the coat arms cover past your hands. 

“guess that gives us a reason to meet up before then.” 

Hi Seri!! I'm happy you're writing again. I hope you enjoy doing the prompts. Anyways, I wanted to participate. Could I get prompt number 70 ("You're warm") with Jun, please? Thanks, and happy writing!

70. “You’re warm.” 

pairing: junhui x reader

genre: fluff, 100 ways to say i love you

author’s note: you sent me this so long ago im sorry. whenever i see you in my notes my heart wArmS, thank you so much and im so sorry this literally took six months

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despite how clingy and lovable jun could be behind closed doors, he was undeniably shy. 

as your relationship with jun grew, he eventually stopped blushing every time one of the members teased both of you for doing something as simple as holding hands. now, he might even grin and pull you into a tight hug, giggling as the members switch from teasing to pretending to be disgusted. 

but you both agreed there was a certain level of intimacy that could be displayed, even in front of the people who jun considered family because no one wants to see you and him making out. not in front of the kimchi. 

yet with rosy cheeks from the alcohol and heightened atmosphere from another successful concert, it makes it easy for him to slip into your arms like no ones watching.

“y/nnnnn!!” jun coos into your neck as he presses his cheek into your shoulder. your lips part in shock and your cheeks heat up. you can’t help but stare at jihoon, who you were talking to, only for him to stare back in amusement.  

you and jihoon couldn’t drink much, so it’s very normal for both of you to sit around and observe the members. it’s a pretty known fact how clingy jun got when drunk, not that he wasn’t already clingy. 

you love it, by the way. 

getting your composure back, you smile, cupping his cheeks in your hands. a hazy smile forms on jun’s lip as he leans in for a kiss. rolling your eyes, you give him a quick peck anyway. “you good babe?”

“i wanna cuddle,” he gushes, staring at you with big eyes. 90% of the time drunk jun was a giant fluff ball and this was one of those times.

you lightly push his face away with a finger on his forehead. “hey this is a party to celebrate you, we can’t leave.”

“hey get both of your gross asses over here!” soonyoung yells excitedly from across the room with a bunch of members around him, clearly trying to set up some type of drinking game.

after making a face and sticking your tongue out at soonyoung, you turn back to your boyfriend who has now decided to wrap his arms around you from the back.

“jun come on, let’s go play the game,” you say, trying to remove his arms from around you so you can at least walk properly.

“stop. you’re warm.”

his arms stay anchored around your shoulders as your heart flutters from his romantic words.

you’re a sucker for your boyfriend so you end up waddling over to the other boys, taking their merciless teasing because jun’s smile was enough to block out all the noise in the world.

24 & woozi (angst+fluff owo)

24. “Just because.” 

pairing: jihoon x reader

genre: a little angst if you squint, fluff, 100 ways to say i love you

author’s note: i’m so unfamiliar with writing angst so i’m sorry if it’s not what you were expecting!! almost left y’all on a cliffhanger ish but i mentally c a n t so here so not proof read so yikes

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it was supposed to be a night where he could just relax, eat three bowls of rice with the smell of meat wafting around him, and laugh at seungkwan and seokmin’s drinking competition with ultimately no winner.

but when he sees you walk in, group of four looking very clearly like a double date, he realized this is why he doesn’t listen to his friends whenever they try to drag him out of his studio.

every bone in his body tenses and for a moment he’s not sure whether he wants to get your attention or sink down lower in his seat and have mingyu, whose broad shoulders are right across from him, hide him.

jihoon being jihoon, with his introverted, pessimistic personality, does his best to shrug your presence off, even if he had been crushing on you massively for months. drowning a shot of soju, he uses the bitter taste swirling around his mouth to remind himself that you very much looked like you were enjoying yourself on your double date.

his eyes narrow in on the way your date pushes in your chair for you, letting his hand brush your shoulder. your date is practically is falling into you, and jihoon wonders if that’s what he looks like when he’s talking to you. you aren’t facing him, but the couple across from you are. he suddenly makes eye contact with the guy and almost freezes, but coolly plays it off with another mouthful of rice from his bowl.

“jihoon-ah. jihoon-ah.” it takes jeonghan twice to get the younger’s attention, effectively getting the attention of everyone. “aren’t you driving tonight?”

he falters and stares down at the glass he had just taken the shot from.

“ay, you know you can’t drink much hoonie, aigoooo, look at you already turning red.” soonyoung wraps an arm around jihoon’s shoulder affectionately which the latter is quick to push off.

“like you’re any better,” jihoon mutters, with a hint of a smile forming on his face. he unintentionally takes a glance back at you, unnoticed by most who are caught up in the food and drinks, but seungcheol catches it and smirks.

“who’s that?”

meeting seungcheol’s eyes evenly, he calmly shrugs the question off. “who?”

“come on,” being tipsy himself, seungcheol throws an arm around jihoon, who doesn’t bother to shrug it off knowing it wouldn’t stop the older’s nosiness anyways. “how long have I known you now? it’s the girl right?”

“why is it a girl? maybe one of those guys pissed me off or something. “

he knows he sounds ridiculous and begins to stare down his shot glass in an attempt to avoid seungcheol’s intrusive gaze.

“fuck it. spend the money and call a taxi, i’m getting drunk tonight.”

it takes jihoon a mere three shots of soju for the redness to kick in and it also happens to be when you notice him.

you watch as he laughs loudly, hitting his friends on the shoulders and slamming his hands on the table with uncontrollable glee. watching your red-cheeked crush can’t help but make you feel all smiley and giddy inside, and then the guilt hits you because here you are on a date, thinking about another man.

your blind date was nothing like jihoon, and everything he did you couldn’t help but compare. he shares too many useless details while jihoon gets to the point. jihoon offers a small, but grateful smile when you let him borrow your notes but the way your date grin at you brightly for just asking about his meal makes you want to choke. and you know, you know how utterly rude and close minded you sound.

but when you’ve already fallen for someone, it’s hard for someone else you pick you up.

it’s only halfway through the dinner when your friend realizes how not into your date you were and catches your gaze, to which you both share apologetic looks. she subtly nods her head towards the door to which you smile slightly in response. quickly going into routine, using Oscar worthy acting, she helps you fake an excuse about your sibling. when your date offers to take you home, you insist that they must all stay and enjoy themselves.

and when your face hits the fresh air, you can breathe again.

except when you stop at jihoon’s familiar face, it feels as if your body can no longer process oxygen as he stumbles towards you.

in jihoon’s mind, his drunken confidence allows him to leave his friends the second he sees you.

impulses don’t come easily when it comes to you, in fact, maybe every moment with you had been thought out. until now.

“who was that?” he demands, standing two feet away from you. no greeting, no smirk. just a red faced jihoon.

you meet his gaze and take a shocked step back. somehow even in his hazy drunkenness, his eyes feel as hard as ever.

“h-he. i-i,” you’re flustered for a moment but regaining your composure, you retort defensively a simple but telling question. “why?”

he turns quickly, allowing you to admire his flushed cheeks coupled with his sharp jawline and short black hair. he crosses his arms across his chest, and even through the loose elbow length t-shirt he has on, you can visibly see his muscles flex.

“just because.”

and that’s it. you get nothing else from his interaction with you except a spinning mind and a somehow deeper crush because his friends pull him away and after they all pile into multiple taxis. they’re gone.

it wasn’t until the next afternoon when you get a text from jihoon asking to meet for coffee which is where he apologizes for acting so aggressively and unlike himself.

when you smile at him and accept his apology, you realize that his flushed cheeks right now are definitely not because he’s drunk. not that yours are any better.

I feel like there's a drought of seokmin fics so if you don't mind and if you have enough time on your hands could you please do 19 + seokmin? ❣️✨

19. “Can I hold your hand?” 

pairing: seokmin x reader

genre: fluff, 100 ways to say i love you

author’s note: i love seokmin with my whole heart and i’m also v sorry this took me six months

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going over to mingyu’s was supposed to easy and require zero brain power. there would be some snacking, a round of video games, going to the gym, and then eating again.

that’s truly what seokmin thought he and mingyu were going to do for the rest of the day.

instead, mingyu invites his girlfriend over to crash on their bro party and worse, ambushes him by invites his girlfriend’s best friend, you, over as well.

his eyes snap to the door as soon as you enter, focusing on the yellow sundress flowing over your body, matching the bright weather outside. his hands get jittery, even as he’s greeting you with a smile.

naturally, when mingyu and his girlfriend settle together on the single chair, you take your place next to Seokmin on the loveseat.

“what movie are you gonna make us watch now?” you ask mingyu, glancing over at seokmin to share a look with him that says something like ‘when will this dude get a life and stop watching seven movies a day’

he wants to clutch his heart at how adorable you are, even as you bicker with mingyu over something he’s not paying attention too. his dreamy state of mind gets broken when you nudge his arm.

“right seokmin? who watches a horror movie in the middle of the day.”

all he can utter is a timid “r-right” but you use it in your favor to protest.

eventually mingyu and his girlfriend win against you, but as a courtesy they leave to go get the snacks, leaving him with a pouty you next to him.

“are you scared?” he asks, flashing one of his contagious smiles. he thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at keeping his composure.

“honestly?” you cup your hands around your mouth like a first grader hiding a big secret and whisper, “kind of. i really don’t do well with jump scares.”

“it’s gonna be okay.” he’s tempted to add an ‘i’m here’ but holds it in, settling for a nudge on the arm.

twenty minutes into the movie he realizes you weren’t kidding, because you make a small jump in your seat when the scene shows the sudden banging on the main character’s door.

he arm brushes your under the shared blanket (mingyu said there was nothing else) making you both turn to each other.

he looks in your eyes and, in his head, takes a giant breath before asking, “can i hold your hand?”

never has he seen you so flustered, and he cant help but feel a sense of pride in his chest from making your cheeks flush that pretty shade of pink.

with that small smile of yours, you slip your hand into his and scoot closer. with cheeks still flushed, you have a glimmer of amusement in your eyes, “is this for you or for me?”

“it can’t be both?”

neither of you see your best friends at the side, giggling quietly in excitement from watching their plan work, under two warm blankets.