❣︎ ⎯⎯ Your Lips Pressed Deeply On To Mine .

OH MY GOD, HE'S UNREAL

five minutes | l.m.h

pairing... bf!minho x gn!reader tags... established relationship, disgustingly fluffy, excessive references to soondoongdori, minho is a cat personified, soft mimo!

operation put your boyfriend to sleep in five minutes is a go.

wc... 1.4k words a/n... ah, yet another domestic fluff fic featuring softy minho. a star specialty! sorry guys this is kinda my fav thing to write ever r u sick of me 😁 anywayz this was inspired by this soft thought and this tiktok like i saw it and immediately thought : lee minho.

ALSO ALSO! HUGE THANK YOU FOR 1K FOLLOWERS! i never would've thought i'd reach this milestone and words couldnt express how incredibly grateful i am for each and every one of you who read and enjoy my works <3 i love you guys thank you so much!

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Minho turned the doorknob and pushed the front door open, greeting Soonie who stood by the entrance with a tilted head. Shutting the door, he hung his bag on the coat rack and bent down to pet his beloved cat’s chin.

“Hi, baby,” the cat nuzzled his head into Minho’s palm and circled around his arm, “where are your brothers, hm?”

Meow… Soonie walked off to the living room as if to answer Minho’s question. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he followed his cat toward the faint nose of your favorite series playing on the TV.

When he entered the room, Minho saw your figure strewn lazily across the couch. Dori was cuddled up against your chest and Soonie hopped up to join Doongie by your feet. His heart warmed at the sight of his loves all huddled together.

“Honey, I’m home,” Minho grabbed your attention with his gentle, sing-song tone, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You switched your attention from the screen in front of you to the man standing in the doorway, returning his smile and giving a small wave. “Hi, my love. How was your day?”

Minho padded over to you, scooped Dori up against his chest, and settled himself where the cat had previously taken solace in your arms.

“It was alright,” he said, scooching backward to press his back firm against your front. “Tiring, as usual, but it's fine.”

Though he couldn't see it, you nodded in acknowledgment and pressed a soft kiss to his head. You brought one hand up behind his ear to scratch at his scalp, something you had found he enjoyed.

“Do you want to go to bed already? It is pretty late.” From its place above the TV, the clock read 10:37 PM. “Maybe we should move our little cuddle session to the bedroom.”

Minho sighed and shook his head. “But, I'm already so comfy here. Plus, you wouldn't dare disturb the cats, would you?”

“Please, remember the last time we slept on the couch the whole night? I don’t think we want that happening again.”

“Y/n,” Minho called your name, dragging out the last syllable. “My back hurts so much! Remind me why we stayed on the couch again.”

“I told you we should have moved to the bed! But you wouldn’t listen to me,” you snickered at your boyfriend from the kitchen while you continued to whisk a couple of eggs for your breakfast.

You set the bowl down on the counter and walked over to Minho who was still lying on the couch. When you came into his sight, he made a show of stretching his arms and legs, akin to a cat, accompanied by a few exaggerated groans.

“I don’t think I can get up at all today. I should just call in sick,” Minho draped an arm over his face, letting the other fall limp over the edge of the cushion.

“Don’t you have an important meeting today? I doubt your boss would appreciate you missing that on account of an 'ouchy' back.”

“Well, maybe if you gave me more cuddles, I’d feel a bit better.” Minho peeked at you from under his arm, proposing this cute, yet slightly impractical, solution. “Unless you want me to miss work and stay at home with you today.”

“Alright, you big baby.” Rolling your eyes, you moved to straddle Minho’s lap, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. Now chest to chest, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, letting the other one snake up his neck to play with the hairs at his nape.

The time you spent wrapped in each other’s warmth turned from seconds to minutes, the comfortable silence lulling you back to sleep. Minutes turned to hours, leaving Minho’s meeting unattended and the scrambled eggs forgotten on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh, at least give me five more minutes,” Minho offered as he continued to stroke Dori’s back, drawing a vibrating purr from the cat. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”

“Oh, come on, you have to brush your teeth anyways. Now get your lazy bum off the couch so we can cuddle on the bed.” You grabbed the throw pillow from behind your back and swung it at Minho’s side, accidentally startling Dori in the process. The cat jumped out of the man’s arms, causing him to throw a frown over his shoulder.

“Now look what you did! You’re scaring our babies.” Finally, Minho stood up, offering you his hand to pull you up as well. You met his hand with your own and anchored yourself up, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Oops.” You shrugged and skipped off to the bedroom, leaving your boyfriend with your three cats in the living room.

“Unbelievable.” Minho took a few steps towards the bathroom, paused, and turned back to look at his cats. “Well, are you coming with me or not?”

While your boyfriend finished his night routine, you lay on your shared bed and grinned to yourself. Operation Put Your Boyfriend to Sleep in Five Minutes was a go. You knew Minho was tired, and you wanted to send him off into a good night’s sleep in the most loving way you could.

The hallway light switched off as Minho opened the door to your bedroom, sporting a playful frown. It was time for Step One: Put him in a blanket.

“Come here, baby,” you peeled the duvet back and patted the space on the bed right next to you, beckoning your pouty boyfriend over to you. “Let’s get you to sleep, yeah?”

Trudging over to his side of the bed, Minho slid onto the mattress and pulled the heavy duvet over his body. Freshly washed, the warm, lavender-scented blanket immediately soothed his senses.

“You could’ve at least stayed with me while I brushed my teeth,” Minho continued to pout as he turned on his side to face you, “and, I don’t know, given me a back hug or something.”

Though his tone was playful, you recognized the look in Minho’s gaze. He yearned for your comfort, but he didn’t know how to ask for it. Reaching over, you cupped his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. You peppered a few pecks on the corners of his mouth, kissing his pout away. Perfect timing for Step Two: Give reassuring pets.

“I’m here now, it’s okay.” His hair was soft in between your fingers as you threaded them through the fluffy locks. They smelled faintly of his coconut shampoo.

Tired, Minho let out a yawn, nose scrunched and eyelids shut. He leaned into your touch, humming contently.

Faintly, the door creaked open and you could hear light thuds on the carpeted floor, followed by a slightly louder thud on the bed as Doongie entered the bedroom and jumped up to join you. He stepped all over Minho’s body—drawing out a quiet yelp from the man beside you. You giggled as Doongie finally plopped down on Minho’s pillow, snuggling against the top of his head. This brought you to Step Three: Tuck him in.

With your boyfriend lying under the covers, you hooked one leg over him, moving your hand on his head to tuck it into your neck, cradling his body with no intent to stop any time soon.

For a second, the universe felt still. It was as though the ever-rotating hands on the clock had stopped moving, pausing to witness this intimate moment between you and Minho; as if even the angels in the skies above didn’t want this sweet gesture to end.

That was until Minho decided to take matters into his own hands and execute Step Four: Put one arm out for temperature regulation.

“It's too warm!” Minho whined into your neck, breaking the silence, and removed one arm from under the blanket, exposing it to the cold air. “Ah, that's better.”

He turned on his side and wrapped his now free arm around the small of your back, pulling you closer to him, if that were even physically possible.

Seeing your bodies pressed flush against each other, Soonie—who was previously lounging at the foot of the bed—crawled up the sheets and nuzzled into the barely-there gap between you and Minho, with Dori following suit.

Within five minutes of lying down, the night ended with your small family cuddled together on the warm, cozy bed, basking in each other’s comfort.

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it's getting thicker wtf

It's the second picture though

the 23 curse is hitting hard

i'm physically and emotionally unwell

.  ⋆ Hyunjin ･˳ ⋆

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plushies and pouts ☆ riki nishimura

☆ non-idol! boyfriend! riki x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time that riki punched your plushie and you got mad at him. ☆ genre: fluff!! riki has beef with your plushies #loser ☆ warning(s)? n/a!! ☆ word count: 1.2k ☆ can't get bf! riki outta my head good lord

"Look, Babe, I'm sorry—"

The silence was piercing. You didn't even spare him a glance, only ignoring Riki as you quietly snuggled up into your pillows (and not him, who was laying mere inches away from you).

Riki wet his lips. 

"I didn't mean to," he continued, reaching for your hand. You shot him a glare and jerked your hand away before he could even touch you. 

"Don't say that to me," you snapped, your tone harsh and cold. "Say that to the person you hurt."

With that, you turned back to your phone, scrolling away and ignoring your boyfriend, you lips painted with a small pout.

Riki sighed.

Just minutes ago, the two of you were all over each other, lips connected as you hungrily kissed each other. 

Today was supposed to be one of your lazy days spent with Riki. The moment that Riki texted you that he was here, you pounced on him, crashing your lips against his almost immediately. He loved it when your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling it gently as your plush lips pressed soft kisses along his jaw.

Riki hadn't seen you in a week or two, courtesy of grueling schoolwork. 

How was he supposed to stop himself from getting too eager?

Riki eyed the Strawberry Rilakkuma (aptly named Kkumi) plush strewn across the floor, its round body faced down.

You had two policies for Riki when it came to hanging out in your room.

Policy #1: Respect all your plushies. That means to not hit them, to not call them mean names, and to treat them with kindness. 

Policy #2: If you and Riki were going to do anything on your bed, whether it be making out or cuddling, you had to turn every plushie around so that they wouldn’t have to watch. According to you, you and Riki were your plushies’ parents, so it would be traumatizing for them to watch you and him make out.

Listen, Riki usually followed your rules perfectly. He treated all of your plushies with kindness.

But with his hoodie draped over your shoulders, with the way that your perfume was filling all his senses as you pulled his hair, with the way that you were all pressed up against him giggling into his ear while pressing sticky kisses against his neck— How could you expect him to stop all of a sudden just so that he can cover your Rilakkuma plush’s eyes?

"Riki—" you had murmured against his lips, your hands sliding down to his shoulders to give them a squeeze, "Riki, wait—"

He had ignored you, only gripping your waist to pull you even closer. 

"Ri—"

Riki cut you off with his lips, relishing in the way you let out a squeak. You melted at his touch, rendered completely helpless, something that made him grin against your lips.

And just as he thought he successfully shut you up, you swiftly pulled away from him. You were breathless, your pupils blown out yet filled with desperation. 

"Kkumi's watching," you breathed, swiping your tongue over your bottom lip as if that didn't make Riki's stomach do flips. Who was Kkumi again? Oh, it was your Strawberry Rilakkuma plush.

Riki clutched your chin, leaning in to kiss you, but you pushed him away. 

"Kkumi is a plushie," Riki rasped, bringing up his large hand to cup your cheek. "He can't see a damn thing."

"Kkumi is our child," you furrowed your brows, poking him in the chest. "Imagine if you saw your parents making out."

Riki shrugged.

The next moments were a blur.

Riki reached across your lap and grabbed Kkumi the Strawberry Rilakkuma plush. With one hand, he threw the plushie into the air, and with the other, he smacked it down to the floor, sending the plushie across the room. 

A shrill scream ripped from your throat as you watched in horror, your beloved Rilakkuma plushie wallowing on the floor below you. 

"Riki, how could you?!" you immediately jumped to your feet, picking Kkumi off the floor and cradling his poor face against your chest. 

"He's a stupid plush," Riki murmured, frowning when you shot him an offended look.

You scoffed. "He's not stupid!"

"He is."

And that's how Riki found himself you-less, all cold now that you were ignoring him.

Fine, maybe he went too far throwing and punching your plushie, and maybe he shouldn't have called it stupid, but it simply wasn't fair! Your plushies got to see you everyday and sleep with you every night, and he didn't.

He glanced at Kkumi the Strawberry Rilakkuma, his eyes hardening at the darn thing. Was he seriously going to apologize to it?

Riki's eyes flickered over to you, the upset pout on your lips. Oh, how much he wanted to kiss them right now. You'd whine and push him away, but Riki knew that you'd melt. Still, he knew you were serious. You took every and all matters related to your plushies very seriously.

Riki sighed. Making sure that you were looking, he got up to his feet, stalking over to Kkumi on the floor. He grabbed the plush's face and held it by the ears, taking a good look at its fabric face.

"I'm sorry," Riki said through gritted teeth, (not-so-)sneakily peeking to see if you were watching. "I'm sorry for hitting you and calling you stupid, Kkumi."

He waited a few seconds. Surely you'd let him kiss you again after this, right?

"Kiss his forehead," you ordered, your arms crossed over your chest.

"W-What?"

"You heard me," you rolled your eyes. "You've been a bad father. That's your child there."

Riki stared at you incredulously. You only stared back with a quirked brow, almost as if you were testing him. Riki sighed once more.

The things that he did for you.

Riki brought the bear's forehead to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. Riki could hear your judgy eyes, so he took it a step further. 

Awkwardly petting the plush's head, Riki robotically, though gently, said, "I'm sorry for being a bad father. I'll do better in the future."

Riki whipped his head over to you for approval. You narrowed your eyes quizzically, before you took in a deep breath.

"Do you forgive me—"

"Fine," you muttered, opening your arms. "I forgive y— Ack!"

The moment that those words came out of your lips, Riki jumped on you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I missed you," he murmured against your skin. 

"It's been ten minutes," you flicked his forehead gently, though your hands took their place in his hair.

"Well, it was the worst ten minutes of my life."

You didn't say anything else, so Riki took that as a sign to snuggle up even further against you, his large body draping over you. You were so warm, and soft, and comforting, Riki couldn't imagine living another moment not close to you. He felt so calm. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if he just closed his eyes a little bit, after all, you were with him, engulfing him with your warmth.

Slowly, Riki drifted off, with nothing but the image of you in his head.

(Though, a few hours later, when the both of you woke up, you went to grab a glass of water for the both of you. Riki made sure that you were nowhere to be seen as he raised his fist towards the many plushies lining your bed, punching them square in the face. Sorry, he loved you, but his beef with your plushies would be endless.)

WHY ARE Y'ALL MAKING ME UGLY SOB EVERYTIME IT'S 2AM

I NEED YOU — LHS (이희승) ☆

SYNOPSIS ▸ you locked yourself in the bathroom when things became overwhelming. nothing could have prepared heeseung for what he saw when he finally managed to break down the door.

GENRE ▸ oneshot, heavy angst, fluff (if u squint really hard)

PAIRING ▸ lee heeseung x fem!reader

WARNINGS ▸ self-doubt, drug overdose (vaguely written & only on hee's pov), brief panic attack, profanity, jungwon of enhypen as heeseung's younger brother, open(?) but happy ending.

WORD COUNT ▸ 3,259 words

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u by enhypen, hold on by chord overstreet, like i need u by keshi, drowning by the lonely tree, shootout by izzamuzzic & julien marchal, i love you by billie eilish. (☆)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ user wvnkoi comeback !! is it obvious that i'm not too sure with this fic 😭 i Am new to angst so umm it was really rushed and ya .. ❤️ anyways, i hope u guys enjoy <3 gfx creds to @yeokii love u stink

ONE.

"I can't do more better in helping if you don't tell me what's wrong, Y/N," Heeseung said softly, concerned eyes staring right into your troubled ones.

He had his arms open wide as he slowly inched towards your trembling form, making sure to not get too close, too fast. He didn't want to overwhelm you by invading your personal space, nor did he want to add to your stress by crowding you.

Heeseung knew that he needed to be gentle and patient, giving you enough space to breathe, while also showing you that you could come to him for comfort whenever you needed, and whenever you were ready.

"That's the thing, Hee. I don't know what's wrong," you began with a shaky intake of breath. "I just feel this pit in my stomach, and sometimes it becomes so overwhelming in my head—about everything. About what I'm even doing with my life, if I'm doing enough, if I am enough. I'm overthinking everything, and I just feel so lost and angry for not knowing what's wrong with me. And I—I’m just so tired," you admitted, tears slipping down your cheeks as you ran your palm over your face in frustration.

To see your agitated state, to hear the hurt and frustration in your voice, along with your heavy words, broke Heeseung's heart to pieces.

You didn't need to elaborate on what you meant by 'being tired' because he understood—physically, emotionally, but especially mentally.

Heeseung's frown only deepened as you continued.

"And you can't do better, Heeseung, you don't need to. You've already done so much for me. You've put up with my shit for far too long. I've already put you through so much," you trailed off at the end of your sentence, bottom lip quivering as you stared at him with utter guilt.

The anguish evident on his face pained you deeply. All you desired was to witness his happiness, as that is what he genuinely deserved. However, it appeared that you were no longer providing him with that. You weren't providing him with enough joy, only nights spent with his worry and stress revolving around you.

"I feel like I'm a heavy burden not just to my family, but also to those around me, particularly you."

Heeseung shook his head frantically as he took a few steps forward.

"No, don't say that," he whispered.

Once he reached a safe distance, he gently took your hand in his, his touch soft and comforting.

You let him hold you, your eyes trained on the way your fingers intertwined but never looking up. You couldn't bear to hold his gaze, especially with the obvious sadness swimming in them.

"Angel, look at me," Heeseung coaxed, giving your hands a tender squeeze. 

With a deep intake of breath, you willed yourself to meet his eyes again.

Those brown orbs brought you so much happiness, and to see them filled with everything but, to know that you're the sole reason why they're not coated with that lovely glow, only made you feel guiltier.

"You know that's not true, Y/N," he said firmly, but you only shook your head at him with a soft whimper, his voice unable to break through the loud screams that filled your mind.

"Angel, you are not a burden to me. I'll always be here for you no matter what, remember? Didn't I promise you that, love?" Heeseung tried, both hands going to cup your face as he gently wiped your tears away with his thumb. 

"When I said I wanted to be here for you, with all the joy and the chaos, all the demons we're made of, I meant that with every beat of my heart, Y/N."

"But you deserve so much better, Hee," you croaked, nimble fingers wrapping around his wrists, leaning into his warm touch with your bottom lip jutted out as fresh tears dampened your cheeks once more.

"No, I don't," Heeseung objected.

"You're all I want, all I ever need. Please believe that, believe me, Y/N," he whispered, his forehead pressed up against yours as his eyes held nothing but truth.

Still, it wasn't enough to help subside the roaring demons in your mind.

Not because Heeseung didn't hold any importance or his words any power—no, he's everything to you. But tonight, they just happened to be a lot stronger, the loud and guttural voices. They were blocking anything that was trying to get through to you, blocking the only thing that always seemed to easily get through to you, which was Heeseung.

"I just—I need time to think. I need to be alone Hee, I’m sorry," you muttered under your breath.

Although reluctant, Heeseung nodded, figuring that if that was what you wanted, then he would give it to you.

"Okay," he sighed, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. 

The warmth of his lips on your skin made you close your eyes with a shaky breath. It was a sweet, rather mundane kiss, but it was one that lasted a few seconds longer than normal before he let you go. 

Heeseung's grip around you slowly loosened, your heart growing heavier as you felt his touch gradually disappear.

You quickly turned on your heel with your head down, arms wrapped around your body to stop yourself from crumbling to the floor.

Heeseung hesitantly stood still in his place, a certain feeling in his gut growing as he watched you walk towards the bathroom. 

As you were about to shut the door, his voice stopped you.

"Y/N?" he called out.

You turned around with a hum, meeting those brown orbs you've grown to adore with every inch of you. So many emotions were swimming in them, but only one struck you the most, even more so when he opened those lips to let it out into the air, loud, clear, and sincere.

"I love you."

You gave him a small smile, trying your best to suppress your sobs as more tears ran down your cheek. And softly, you said,

"I love you too, Hee, so much."

There was something about the way your voice trembled that made Heeseung feel even more uneasy, but he decided to let it go, thinking that it was just him stressing over nothing at all.

The bathroom door slamming shut was what he heard next, a frustrated hand running through his hair as he stared at the white-painted wood for a whole minute. With a sharp exhale of breath, Heeseung looked at it for a few seconds more.

Once he heard the running water in the sink, he made his way out of your shared bedroom, his body slumped with a deep frown still intact. His demeanor was quick to catch the attention of his brother, who was sitting on the living room couch, the only other person in the house at the moment.

"Is she okay?"

Heeseung could only flash his brother a sad, forced smile, not speaking any words as he went straight to the kitchen to get you some water and a bit of food.

You hadn't eaten anything yet, and it was worrying him even more.

It wasn't long until Heeseung was back in the bedroom, setting the glass of water and the plate of your favorite sandwich on the nightstand.

The silence that filled the room was uncanny, nervousness slowly coating Heeseung as he stood completely still. His eyes landed on the closed door of the bathroom, a lump forming in his throat as he found the negative thoughts that grew in his mind harder to ignore.

He took long strides towards the door, pressing an ear against the surface as he tried to listen for something, hoping to hear anything.

Heeseung felt his heart quicken its pace as the silence screamed in his ear, his brain quick to jump to horrible, dreadful conclusions.

“Angel? Are you okay in there?" he called out, fingers twitching as his eyes landed on the metal knob.

No response...

"Angel?" Heeseung tried again, his voice even louder, fear growing stronger as he grabbed the doorknob, chills running down his spine once the cold surface touched his skin.

Silence...

"Y/N, if you're not going to answer, I'm kicking this door down," Heeseung growled frantically, his grip on the doorknob tightening as he tried to shake it open.

Nothing...

With an anxious breath, Heeseung walked away until he reached a safe distance, lifting a leg up, and with all his might, kicked the door just by the keyhole, wood snapping in place as it swung open.

Heeseung rushed inside but immediately froze, his blood draining from his whole body at the sight of you, his heart coming to a halt for a full second as he shook his head in utter fear.

"No, no, no," he rushed, scrambling towards your limp, unconscious form on the white-tiled floor. The bottle of painkillers lay right beside you, so close to empty.

Heeseung was breathing rapidly as he pulled you onto his lap, his vision turning blurry as he cleared the hair away from your face.

"Y/N! Wake up, angel, p-please wake up," Heeseung stammered, his fingers shaking as he brought them up to your neck, urgently feeling for your heartbeat.

Cold sweats coated his entire body once he felt a faint one. 

It was there, but barely.

"No, don't—p-please don't leave me!" he cried out, his head pounding as he shifted in his place, adrenaline at an all-time high as he hoisted you up in his arms. 

"Jungwon! Jungwon, please!" Heeseung screamed after his brother as he rushed outside the bathroom and into the hallway, Jungwon rushing towards his brother's voice with sheer worry.

"What's—"

"Start the car! Her breathing is getting slower," Heeseung choked on his words.

The younger didn't waste any time as he bolted towards the kitchen island to grab the keys and went straight to the front door, holding it open until Heeseung was out with you, alarmingly unmoving in his hold.

Once the car door was slammed shut with you and Heeseung in the backseat, Jungwon veered right out of the driveway and drove fast, as if your life depended on it—because it did.

Heeseung kept you close to his heaving chest, mumbling sweet but desperate nothings against your hair, silently praying as he tried his best to contain his shock.

The slower your heart beat, the faster Heeseung's heart raced, your body cold to the touch, his head spinning with dread. Heeseung felt so helpless just staring at your expressionless features, his clammy palms resting on your cheek as he kept talking to you.

"Hold on, I still need you, angel, please hold on," he whispered over and over, hoping that you were able to hear him, hoping that the sound of his voice would stop you from fading into the light.

He was relieved that the drive to the hospital was only five minutes away, but with you lying still, growing colder by the second in his arms, time seemed to slow down, agonizingly slow. There was no doubt that it was the longest, most painful five minutes Heeseung had ever endured in his life.

TWO.

The bright hospital lights blinded Heeseung the moment he rushed inside with you in his arms, his voice hoarse as he screamed for help until the nurses came to your aid. They swiftly took you away on a table, your whole body lying motionless as they checked for your pulse.

Heeseung didn't want to let you go, he didn't want to let you out of his sight in fear that it would be the last time he'd see you with a bit of life left. But despite his protests, he was met by double doors slamming closed in his face.

Both of Heeseung's hands tugged at his hair in pure agitation, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an attempt to suppress his sobs.

He paced anxiously, his eyes fixed on the door of the room where you disappeared, his lungs struggling to provide oxygen, unable to keep up with his raging heart.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder, unable to see the person as they immediately pulled him into a tight hug. But he didn't need to; he knew who it was. He recognized his brother's embrace by its familiarity.

Heeseung's whole body shook in Jungwon's hold as loud and broken sobs came out of him, his arms wrapping around his brother for mere support, knowing that his legs were about to give out any second.

"I don't want to lose her, I can't lose her, Jungwon, I—" Heeseung felt his throat start to close up, his grip around his younger brother turning vice-like as he gasped for air.

"Hey, hey Heeseung, breathe," Jungwon rushed, grabbing Heeseung's shoulders, pulling him away and holding him at arm's length. "You're alright, just breathe."

Heeseung shut his eyes tight and tried to regain his breathing, calming himself as best as he could. 

A whimper came out of him as he shook his head slowly, opening his eyes to meet Jungwon’s with nothing but utmost fear and pain swimming in them.

"I can't imagine a world without her, I can't—"

"Then don't. You're not losing her, Heeseung. She's going to be fine. She's a very strong girl. You, out of all people, know that," Jungwon reassured, giving his shoulder a squeeze for good measure.

"Fuck, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone. I knew something wasn't right before she even—I should've tried harder," Heeseung sobbed as he ran his shaking fingers through his hair, his bottom lip quivering as he cast his eyes on the floor in shame.

"Heeseung, you did the best that you could. No one could've seen this coming. Y/N wouldn't want you blaming yourself. You know it hurts her when you blame yourself," Jungwon said softly, rubbing his back comfortingly as he shot him a knowing look.

Heeseung rubbed the nape of his neck as he nodded, his breaths deep and strangled. He pressed his lips into a tight line, refraining from saying another word because Jungwon was right. He knew that you always became even more upset when you saw him blaming himself for something out of his control.

"You just sit here and wait, alright? I'll go get you some water."

He only shot Jungwon a small but thankful smile, the younger lad giving him one last hug before he disappeared down the opposite side of the hallway.

Heeseung cleared his mind and thought of nothing but you being safe.

You are going to be safe, alive, and well, because he wouldn't know what to do with himself if you weren't.

THREE.

It was an hour and a half later until the doctor came out.

Heeseung scrambled to his feet as the doctor began to speak, his nails digging into his palms, creating crescent shapes on the skin as he held his breath, dreadfully waiting for her to deliver the news.

"We've managed to pump all the drugs out of her system. She's stable now but still unconscious," the doctor said.

Heeseung let out a big puff of breath, his whole body relaxing as he felt the weight of the universe lift off his shoulders. He grabbed onto Jungwon for support once he almost lost his balance, just feeling relieved to hear that you were fine, still breathing.

"Is she going to be okay?" Jungwon asked when Heeseung couldn't seem to form any words, the older brother squeezing his shoulder as a way to silently say thank you.

The doctor nodded with a small smile. 

"We still need to keep a close eye on her until she makes a full recovery. There are still a few dangers that can occur, given that she's consumed quite a handful," the doctor cautioned.

Heeseung stood straighter, clearing his throat. "Can I see her?"

"Right this way."

FOUR.

The sound of the soft beeps from the heart rate monitor oddly felt comforting to Heeseung as he entered the room. It was a mixture of relief and hurt the moment his eyes landed on your sleeping form, hooked up to all these wires and tubes as you lay peacefully on the white bed.

He would've just stood still in his place, just staring with a deep frown if Jungwon hadn't given him an encouraging tap on the back. Heeseung flashed him a small smile before Jungwon closed the door, giving Heeseung some time alone with you for as long as he needed.

Slowly, he made his way over to your side, pulling up a chair beside the bed and letting out a shaky breath once he sat down.

It was when he reached over to hold your hand that Heeseung started to bawl his eyes out, his body shaking with full-on sobs as he lifted your nimble fingers and pressed them against his damp, flushed cheek.

"You're okay. You're going to be okay, love," he whimpered, unsure if he was saying those words to reassure you or himself. He turned his head to place a warm, tender kiss on your palm before cupping your hand with both of his, his thumb sweetly stroking the back of it.

"It may sound selfish, but you know I can't just let you go. I'm not that strong. Not as strong as you," Heeseung paused, giving your hand a squeeze, patiently waiting for you to return it.

"So, come on, angel, please come back to me," Heeseung begged, a choked sob following after as his teardrops soaked the white sheets.

"I still need you. I will always need you," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper as he tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"You're going to wake up and tell me to take you home, yeah?"

"We're going home," Heeseung breathed out with a small nod. "You're going to come back to me, and we're going home." Heeseung's voice broke at the end of his sentence, his head dropping low as he screwed his eyes shut, tears falling continuously.

Heeseung just wanted you back in his arms, safe and warm in the comfort of your shared bed. He longed to hear your hearty laugh echo in the kitchen as you made breakfast together. He wanted to hear your scolding whenever he left dirty clothes on the floor, or the little arguments about whose turn it was to load the dishwasher.

Heeseung just wanted to take you home.

Then, once you did, once you came back home, he would take your hand and make things right, help make things better. With all that he was, all that he had, with every beat of his heart, Heeseung would swear to love you all his life.

"Come home to me, Y/N. I need you."

It was then that Heeseung felt it, the light squeeze around his hand. His head shot up as he looked at you expectantly. Utter joy and relief coated every inch of his being.

The sound of your voice was music to his ears, happiness filling him to the brim once he heard your sweet, lovely voice.

"Heeseung?"

©WVNKOI | 2024.

I'm so in love with this man and this is mot helping

that feeling when.

엔하이픈 성훈 ୨୧ female reader three hundred for iuiu fluff established relationship + cw. not proof-read skinship kissing ( other )

your boyfriend has an obsession with your hands. he is not able to place when and where it started, neither why or how. but when sunghoon feels the weight of your fingertips against his skin, he can assure you that it is the only thing he has ever known.

he loves when your run your fingers through his hair, a giggle leaving his mouth when you put them away from his eyes. and when your hand slips in his as you walk next to each other or when your leave soft taps on his palm as you talk to him, there is nothing in the world that matters to him, except you. although he is used to these antics of yours, warmth fills his body whenever your knuckles brush against his cheek, the tip of your finger touching one of his moles, your thumb caressing his lips.

when you cup his face, he has an excuse to turn his head to your hand. nose brushing your palm, breathing your delicate scent before landing a kiss on it. his eyes closed as he leans into your touch, then looking back at you while your rub his skin with your thumb. he see stars and they would reflect in his ‘you-thirsty’ gaze as he looks at you.

lovesick and adoring, hand holding yours as you talk. softly connecting his skin with your fingertips. trailing kisses all over your hand before going up to your forearm. he finds his lips on your shoulder at some point, everything that falls out of your mouth being the only thing he can understand at the moment. the feeling of his kisses finding your neck tickles and makes you chuckle.

sunghoon pulls away at the dulcet and angelic sound, smiling at you. eyes scrunched and fangs showing off. he holds your waist firmly before kissing you.

this was supposed to be a thought, which is why it might be confusing to read .. also wrote this in ten minutes after seeing a hoon edit hhh ㅠㅠ comment ‘potatotes’ and reblog with ‘yippie’ if you enjoyed >0<

They Lost Their Drunk Partner at a Party

these hotties lost their heavily intoxicated s/o at a party~

id recommend you stay and read until tsukishima at the end, it got me good- i got it soooooo good

Akaashi:

Akaashi wasn’t the type to panic, but right now? Yeah, he was definitely panicking.

The party was crowded, music thumping through the floorboards as people weaved between each other, laughing and shouting over the noise. And somewhere in this chaos, you—his very drunk significant other—had managed to slip away from his side.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he scanned the room for what felt like the hundredth time. How had he even let you wander off? One second, you were clinging to his arm, giggling about something ridiculous, and the next, poof—gone.

He checked the kitchen. Not there. The backyard? Nope. The couch? Just a pile of people deep in a debate about conspiracy theories.

Akaashi exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Where are you…” he muttered under his breath.

Then, finally, in the dim glow of fairy lights strung up in the corner of the room, he spotted you.

You were curled up in an oversized armchair, legs tucked under you, sipping on a half-empty cup of what he could only assume was your last drink of the night. Your eyes were slightly hazy, but the second they landed on him, they lit up.

“Keiji!” You beamed, holding your arms out dramatically. “You found me!”

Akaashi let out a soft chuckle, making his way toward you. “You make it sound like we were playing hide and seek,” he murmured, crouching beside you.

You hummed, tilting your head. “Well… weren’t we?”

He sighed but couldn’t help smiling as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You scared me for a second.”

Your expression softened at that, and you wobbled forward slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “M’sorry,” you mumbled against his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to disappear.”

His hands came up instinctively, one resting on your back while the other cradled your head. “Just stay where I can see you next time, okay?”

You nodded, nuzzling closer, and Akaashi swore his heart melted right then and there.

After a moment, you pulled back just enough to look at him, your gaze softer now. “Keiji, you’re really pretty, you know that?”

He blinked, his ears instantly burning. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m right,” you corrected, poking his cheek. “And I love you.”

Akaashi’s breath caught for just a second, but then he exhaled, his lips curling into the gentlest smile. “I love you too.”

You beamed, pleased with yourself, and Akaashi decided that, even if you were a handful when drunk, he’d search a thousand crowded rooms just to find you again.

“Come on,” he said, effortlessly lifting you from the chair. “Let’s get you home.”

You giggled, snuggling into his chest. “You’re the best.”

Akaashi only hummed, holding you a little closer as he led you away from the noise, away from the chaos—back to where you belonged, right by his side.

Kuroo prided himself on being laid-back, the type to go with the flow, never too ruffled by anything. But right now? He was definitely ruffled.

You had disappeared.

One second, you were right beside him, laughing at some dumb joke he made, your fingers loosely intertwined with his. The next? Gone. Vanished into the sea of bodies, swallowed up by the pulsing music and dim lighting.

He had done a quick scan of the house, expecting to spot you near the drinks or chatting with a mutual friend, but when you were nowhere to be found, a pit of unease settled deep in his chest. His mind was already running through worst-case scenarios as he pushed through the crowd, his teasing smirk long gone.

But then—

In a quiet hallway, away from the chaos, he finally saw you.

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, a dopey, drunk smile on your face as you giggled to yourself. Relief hit him so fast it nearly made him dizzy.

Kuroo sighed, running a hand through his hair before stepping closer. “There you are. I was about to put out a missing persons report.”

You looked up, eyes lighting up the second you saw him. “Tetsu!” you cheered, holding your arms out dramatically. “I found you!”

He huffed out a laugh, crouching in front of you. “You found me? Babe, you’re the one who disappeared.”

You pouted. “Did I? I just… walked away for a second.”

“Yeah? And that ‘second’ turned into twenty minutes of me wondering if I was about to throw hands with some drunk idiot who thought they could steal you away.” He reached out, brushing his fingers against your cheek as if to reassure himself you were really there.

You leaned into his touch, humming contentedly. “Aww, Tetsu, were you worried?”

His fingers twitched, and for a moment, his usual cocky mask slipped. “…Of course, I was,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

But then—before you could call him out on his rare display of vulnerability—he flicked your forehead lightly, his smirk snapping back into place.

“Do you know how embarrassing it would’ve been if I had to tell everyone my incredibly attractive, slightly reckless partner managed to get lost at a house party?” He tsked, shaking his head. “I’d never live it down.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. “M’sorry,” you murmured, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Kuroo sighed, his grip on you tightening. “Just… stay close next time, yeah?” His voice was softer now, laced with something real, something unshakable.

You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw. “Okay.”

He exhaled, shaking his head as he hoisted you up into his arms effortlessly. “Alright, lightweight, let’s get you home before you go missing again.”

You snuggled into his chest, sighing happily. “You’re the best.”

Kuroo smirked, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t scare me like that again, trouble.”

But as he carried you out of the party, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world, you knew the truth—Kuroo might joke about it, might tease, but deep down, he’d search anywhere for you. Always.

Bokuto had been having a great time at the party—laughing with friends, downing drinks, hyping up strangers like they were long-lost teammates—until he realized something was missing.

You.

One second, you were by his side, giggling at his ridiculous dance moves, your hand clutching his sleeve as you swayed along with him. The next? Gone.

At first, he didn’t panic. Maybe you’d gone to the bathroom or grabbed another drink. No big deal. But when five minutes turned into ten, and then fifteen, his stomach twisted uncomfortably.

His mind started racing—What if you were too drunk? What if you got lost? What if some creep was bothering you?—and suddenly, the party wasn’t fun anymore.

Bokuto weaved through the crowd, his usual loud energy dimmed by the gnawing worry in his chest. He checked the kitchen, the backyard, even peeked into a random closet (just in case).

Then, finally, in a quiet corner near the stairs, he spotted you.

You were sitting on the floor, head tilted back against the wall, a lazy, tipsy smile on your face as you stared at the ceiling. Your drink—mostly melted ice at this point—was resting precariously between your fingers, dangerously close to spilling.

Bokuto let out a deep breath, relief flooding him so fast that he nearly dropped to the floor beside you. Instead, he crouched, placing a gentle hand on your knee.

“There you are,” he murmured, voice softer than usual. “You okay, baby?”

Your eyes lit up the second you saw him, your grin widening. “Bo! I was just thinking about you!”

His brows furrowed, still searching your face for any signs of distress. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, lifting a wobbly finger to poke his cheek. “I was wondering where you went.”

Bokuto huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I was looking for you, babe. You kinda disappeared on me.”

You blinked, like the thought had never even occurred to you. “Oh.” Then you giggled. “Oops.”

Bokuto sighed, running a hand through his hair. You were clearly very drunk, and as much as he wanted to scold you for wandering off, he couldn’t bring himself to. Not when you were looking at him like he hung the moon.

Instead, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours with a dramatic pout. “You worried me, y’know.”

You reached up, tracing the furrow between his brows with your thumb. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a second before pulling back. “Guess I’ll just have to keep an extra close eye on you now.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he suddenly scooped you up in his arms, standing to his full height with ease.

You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck instinctively. “Bo!”

He grinned down at you, any remaining worry melting into mischief. “Since you had me running around looking for you, I think it’s only fair that you pay me back…”

You raised a brow. “And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”

Bokuto’s grin widened as he started walking—straight toward the center of the dance floor.

“By dancing with me, of course!”

Before you could protest, he spun you effortlessly, earning a squeal of laughter as he twirled you under the flashing lights. The music thumped around you, the party roaring back to life, but all you could focus on was the way Bokuto’s arms tightened around you, his eyes bright and full of love.

Maybe you had gotten lost, but somehow, you always ended up right where you belonged.

Tsukishima didn’t love parties. Too loud, too crowded, too many people acting like idiots. But he could tolerate them—for you.

He had been keeping an eye on you from across the room, letting you do your thing while he leaned against the wall, nursing his drink. But when he glanced over and saw you stiffen, your expression shifting from tipsy amusement to discomfort, his blood ran cold.

Some guy—some idiot—was way too close, leaning into your space, his hand hovering near your waist like he had any right to be there.

Tsukishima’s grip on his drink tightened. Seriously? He was right there, and this guy still had the nerve?

Annoyance flickered into something sharper, something dangerous as he pushed off the wall, making his way through the crowd with slow, deliberate steps.

He didn’t say anything at first—just slipped an arm around your shoulders, tugging you firmly into his side. His touch was casual, but his grip? Solid. Protective.

“Hey, babe,” he drawled, shooting the creep a deadpan look. “There you are. You ready to go?”

You blinked up at him, relief flashing in your eyes as you quickly caught on. “Y-Yeah.” You leaned into him, and he could feel how tense you were.

The guy had the audacity to scoff. “Oh, this is your boyfriend?” He let out a mocking laugh, clearly unimpressed. “Didn’t think you’d go for the quiet, moody type.”

Tsukishima’s golden eyes narrowed, his jaw ticking. He tilted his head slightly, feigning disinterest, but his next words came out cold, sharp as glass.

“And I didn’t think you’d be so desperate that you have to corner drunk girls at parties. Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

The guy’s smirk faltered. “What did you just say—”

Tsukishima didn’t even let him finish. He just arched a brow, looking bored. “You heard me. And unless you want me to embarrass you even more in front of everyone, I suggest you walk away.”

A tense beat passed, but then—like the pathetic coward he was—the guy scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and slinked off.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, already turning his attention back to you. “Come on,” he murmured, steering you toward the back door. “You need air.”

—

The night was cooler outside, the music inside muffled by the closed door. You exhaled shakily, still coming down from the adrenaline.

Tsukishima didn’t say anything—just shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders before leaning against the railing beside you.

You glanced at him, surprised by the quiet gesture. “…Thanks, Kei.”

He scoffed, looking away like it was no big deal. “Don’t mention it.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt… grounding. His presence alone was enough to calm the lingering unease in your chest.

After a moment, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He stiffened for half a second before sighing and relaxing into it, letting you stay close.

“You okay?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Better now.”

He hummed, his fingers brushing against yours before—very casually—he intertwined them.

“You really put yourself in the dumbest situations,” he muttered, his tone teasing but laced with something softer.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Good thing I’ve got you, huh?”

He rolled his eyes, but you didn’t miss the way his thumb absentmindedly traced over your knuckles, keeping you right where he wanted you—close.

Always close.

You can't count the amount of times your friends have pointed out the differences between you and your boyfriend Suna's personality. With his imposing height and sharp eyes many people find his disposition quite intimidating. On the other hand you have been described as sweet, warm, and approachable. You never let any of these comments question your relationship with Rin because you knew that under his nonchalant facade he was a simp, especially for you. You and Rin were currently at the grocery store together trying to find all of the ingredients for the new recipe you wanted to try when a distraught child ran up to you. The young boy held tightly to your leg and was desperately trying to talk through his sobs. You knelt down immediately to try and soothe the boy enough to where he could explain whatever was wrong. You encourage the child to look up at you and you see his face pale when his stare focuses behind you. You steal a quick glance back at Rin and turn back to the child who is now insisting that he can find someone else to help him. Rin leans down to look at the child better as he calmly tells the boy that we would be happy to help. You can see the child's reluctance as he looks to and from your boyfriend trying to gage your reactions. You just smile warmly and ask him what was wrong again. The boy tells you two that he had lost his mom after he wandered off to look at the toy section. You two ask for the boy, Yuuta, for his mother's name and her description before you two scour the store for any site of the distraught child's mom. You and Rin are both holding each of his hands as you two check every aisle searching for anyone who fits the description. Rin notices a woman facing the opposite direction and asks Yuuta if he recognizes the woman's clothes or hair. The boy's eyes light up with recognition and he slightly drags you two along as he rushes towards the woman. Yuuta's mom quickly scoops up her child and holds him tight to her chest. She places a few kisses to the top of his head before looking towards you and your boyfriend to thank you for returning her child to him. You can see the confusion cross her features as she looks from you and your boyfriend but she thankfully chooses not to comment on it. You grab Suna's hand and tell her that you were lucky your boyfriend was with you to help because without him, you and Yuuta would have been searching for hours. Her eyes light up with interest at the implication that your boyfriend was the one who helped reunite her and her child. Yuuta speaks up from his mom's hold and confirms that Suna was the one who asked Yuuta if he knew what clothes she was wearing and drew Youth's attention to his mom. Yuuta's mom smiled at you both and thanked Suna for being such a big help. You all said your goodbyes and as you and your boyfriend walked away you pulled his hand down to signal him to lean down. You place a sweet kiss to his cheek and Rin blushes almost immediately. Despite Rin's appearances, you know that he is a sweetheart underneath.