“If For You I Am Enough, I Do Not Mind Being “nothing” For Others.”

jisung - late night

word count : 426

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"y/n, you've been typing on your laptop forever," jisung said to you as he hugged you from behind. he kissed the crown of your head, "you should get ready for bed," he added while watching you type on your laptop.

"i'm almost done, babe," you replied, knowing that he wouldn't go to bed without you by his side.

jisung rested his head on your shoulder while you finished up an assignment that was due in a few hours. he tightened his grip around you as you typed and gave you another kiss on your head. soon, you finished your assignment and turned it in before closing your laptop.

"okay, all done. jisung, did you fall asleep while standing?" you asked him. he hummed to signal that he was still awake. "let's go to bed," you said to him.

he lifted his head from your shoulder, "but i want to hang out a little."

"you have to wake up early, remember?" you said to him and started walking with him still attached to you. "and you were the one who said to get ready for bed. let's go to sleep."

"no."

"babe, you have to get up early tomorrow," you said to him and walked into the bathroom. you started brushing your teeth and handed jisung his toothbrush. "are you going to let me go anytime soon?" you asked him.

"nope," he replied with a grin on his face and both of you continued getting ready for bed. once you were both done with your skin care routine, you laid in bed while jisung took his hoodie off. he got into bed and hugged you tightly.

"hey, too tight," you said to him.

"sorry," jisung apologized and loosened his grip around you. "do you want to grab lunch tomorrow? there's a new restaurant near the movie theater that i want to try."

"but don't you have to work all day tomorrow?" you asked and reached over him to turn the lamp off. you turned the lamp off and went back to laying on the bed.

"i can probably sneak away to get lunch," he mentioned. you kissed him on the lips, "hey..." you could tell that he was pouting.

"what?"

"i can't see you..." he said and hugged you. then, he heavily yawned.

you giggled, "i think it's time to go to sleep, mister," you said to him. "wake me up before you leave tomorrow, okay?"

"i will. i love you," he said and kissed your hair.

"i love you too, jisung. goodnight."

"goodnight, babe."

“Stop rejecting everything chivalrous.”

seungcheol x reader genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I just thought it would be cute to write a drabble where seungcheol is just really really soft and in love with his partner, so that’s all this is. Not much plot, they’re just smitten. (and idk how good this is :/ be kind lol) I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

You met Seungcheol in the winter. Your first date consisted of drinking hot coffees and walking around a park after a fresh snowfall. With your glove-covered hands intertwined amid your nervous and infatuated giggles, the date was so perfect, he was so perfect, that it almost felt too good to be true.

Then came the third date, when he took you to a movie. Simple and classic. The second time your fingers brushed each other’s as you reached into the popcorn bucket, you sighed before leaning toward him. As your lips neared his ear, you noticed the way his breath hitched. “If you want to hold my hand, just say so, Cheol,” you whispered to him, and when he turned to face you, you flashed a teasing smile at him. Seungcheol scoffed at you, beaming from ear to ear as he decidedly interlocked his fingers with yours. When you whispered, “finally,” to yourself, a content grin on your face, and Seungcheol giggled in response, you realized you were wrong before. Some things can be perfect without being too good to be true, and Seungcheol was one of those.

After the movie, neither of you wanted to go home quite yet. As you sat in the passenger seat of his car while he drove aimlessly around the city streets, buying time, the windows surrounding you fogged up as the defrost worked overtime to keep the windshield clear. He was intent on stretching out the night for as long as he could, and you were grateful for it. With every streetlight he drove under, he snuck glances at you, not wanting to miss the opportunity to catch glimpses of your features. And every time, you caught him, but he never stopped looking.

In the spring, you and Seungcheol were still smitten with each other. Pulling up to the convenience store, Seungcheol stared at you questioningly for a moment.

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touch (mark lee)

lowercase intended

“stop touching me,” mark tells haechan, removing the said man’s arm from his shoulders. “y/n, how do you deal with your boyfriend being like this?” haechan asks. you giggle at the scene in front you. mark isn’t really fond of physical touches even with you, his girlfriend. you have been dating for 5 months now, and you were used to it. he wouldn’t even let you hold his hands for more than a minute. it made you sad at first, but he explained that he just doesn’t like being touched often, and you understood him. it doesn’t mean he loves you less.

a month after

you and mark were both sitting on his couch, watching a movie you weren’t paying attention to anymore. you were busy looking at mark, and how cuddly he looks. you know how it will end if you try to cuddle— him subtly pushing you off him after a few minutes— but you would take those few minutes in his arms any day, so you slowly position yourself, and cuddle him. he wraps his hands around you, and gives you kisses on your forehead. you smile at him, and seize the moment. after a minute, you slowly get off him knowing he would do it himself. “where are you going?” he asks. “hmm? just here beside you,” you smile at him. “come here, let’s cuddle,” he pouts. “getting used to my touches now?” you joke, “the only touch i want on me forever.”

“You do know you’re not actually a grandpa, right, Min?”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 2.4K 

a/n: This scenario is inspired by Hozier’s “Jackie and Wilson” so if you know the song and the lyrics, you’ll probably pick up on bits of it throughout this. It’s basically just Yoongi and his partner being soft while listening to the actual Jackie Wilson. I hope you all enjoy!  As always, thanks for reading :)) 

TURNING over in bed, your eyes still stubbornly shut, you felt around for your boyfriend to cuddle into him. Your hand finding nothing but mattress and sheets, you groaned. Slowly opening your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the brightness of the room, you scanned the empty spot next to you.

Reluctantly sitting up, you scooted to the edge of the bed, wrapping the duvet around your shoulders, holding it together at the center of your chest. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you sat on the bed, your mind in a haze, Yoongi at the center of it. 

Standing up, you dragged your feet across the bedroom floor, making a quick stop at the bathroom to brush your teeth. As your mind woke up, you began to wonder where Yoongi was. He couldn’t seriously be in the studio already, could he? Growing more curious of your boyfriend’s whereabouts, you shuffled down the hallway, toothbrush still at work, stopping in front of Yoongi’s in-home studio, expecting to find him there. 

Peeking through the door, you found the room empty, the computer monitor’s screen black, no sign of activity since the previous evening. Pulling your eyebrows together, your confusion growing, you walked a little faster down the hallway, scanning the living room quickly, then the kitchen. Still no Yoongi, however, the coffee pot was on, nearly full minus one cup. 

Spitting the toothpaste out in the kitchen sink, you tilted your head towards the ceiling, inhaling deeply, calling out, “Yoongi,” on the exhale, dragging out the final vowel in his name. Freezing as you silently waited for a response, you pouted when you received none. 

As you swished water around your mouth, a knock on the glass panel of the sliding glass door on the opposite side of the kitchen resounded throughout the room, your head quickly snapping towards the sound. 

Your eyes landed on Yoongi sitting in a patio chair, wearing an amused gummy grin with his hand held up waving cutely at you, the other hand wrapped around a coffee mug. Cocking your head at him, you took a moment to comprehend the fact that your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, was outside on the deck at 8 am. 

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😺🐰~

The idea of love oddly scares me now a days. The thought of giving my whole self to another… maybe it’s the fear that someone may throw it away? Or maybe the love I have to offer isn’t enough? Or possibly I’m someone who isn’t meant to be loved? Love is such a confusing, yet wonderful thing in life. We will never truly understand the meaning of “love” and what they stand for, but it’s one of the things us human beings  yearn for. Love can be so many things and I think that’s why it’s a gut wrenching fear within me.

Thank you for joining my Ted talk on love.

P.s I know love is scary, but try your best everyday to spread love to those around you.

〔 𝟎𝟗:𝟐𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “am i really your boyfriend, y/n?”

the question is so out-of-the-blue, you nearly drop the freshly carven watermelon from your hands and into the kitchen sink. “if your name is ‘mark lee’ and you were born on august 2nd, 1999 in toronto, then yes. you really are my boyfriend,” you say from over your shoulder. “why? do you not want to be?”

“that’s not it,” he sighs, propping himself on an elbow as he stretches across the couch. “it’s just kinda hard to remember that i’m your boyfriend when you have six other guys flirting with you all the time.”

you chuckle to yourself. “since when have the dreamies been flirting with me?”

he immediately sits up and points at you. “so you’re admitting that they do!”

“that’s not what i meant, baby.” you quickly gather the fruit into a container and bring it to the living room, offering a fork to your boyfriend before sitting down beside him. “what ‘six other guys’ would you be talking about, other than them?”

“true…” he murmurs, stabbing at an innocent cube of watermelon and shoveling it in his mouth. you half-expect him to squirm in satisfaction, but he doesn’t. instead, he exhales an exasperated sigh and tosses the fork onto the coffee table. “ahhhh, i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know.“

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478 drabble where they’re just starting out in their relationship and y/n figures that jungkook is a silent lover so when she needs help or something, she doesn’t come to jungkook for it and then jungkook finds out and is a little hurt by it ☹️

478: drabble

alternatively, you don’t call jungkook for help because you don’t think he would </3

[ 478 drabbles ]

8:07 PM

That looks good. Text me when you get home.

Jungkook types out simply when you send him a picture of your dessert from the dinner you’re in with your cousin, leaning back on his couch before closing his phone to resume watching his show.

It’s an abrupt end to your dinner, really. You haven’t laughed this hard with a relative outside of your immediate family for a long time — but it’s just too bad that your cousin was called for an emergency at work. She’s paid for the bill already even before you could argue that you’d handle it. There’s just two teeny-tiny problems from your cousin’s sudden exit.

She’s also your ride home, and the heavy rain that’s pouring outside the restaurant is enough to make its heavy glass doors howl from the wind alone.

It’s scary now that you think about it. You can barely see out even through the large window panes, and speaking of the window panes, they’re trembling from how hard the rain is going.

“Do you need help closing the roll-ups?” you pipe in (read: half-yell through the noise) when you see the owner of the restaurant you’ve become acquainted with for all the times you’ve eaten here, his face filled with worry because the once-locked doors already busted open with the wind.

The entirety of the staff is preoccupied with closing windows and rearranging tables, taking more precautions now that there’s still patrons in the building and almost half of them are alarmed with everything going on.

“Yes, please. But if you want to help-“ he looks apologetic, heart hurting at the thought of inconvencing one of his regulars that just happens to have a good heart. “Someone needs to go outside to bring down the roll-up, and crouch back to go inside when it’s halfway down. I-I can’t — my back’s too bad for me to do that.”

You’re not so keen at the thought that a flying piece of roof could deck you the moment you come outside to help bring down the metal roll-up, but if it means making the restaurant (your place of refuge for the time-being because you can’t go home at this state) a little more secure, then so be it.

“It’s no problem. I’ll be quick,” you assure the owner, tugging the sleeves of your sweater back down as if the few inches of fabric would protect you from the harsh rain. You count to three before going outside, much to the relief of the other patrons because the wind wouldn’t come in as much, and much to worry of the owner because he really thinks you’d be taken away by the wind.

8:43 PM

Your cousin drove you home, right?

The rain doesn’t look like it would stop anytime soon.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow at his phone, weirded out that you haven’t read his messages yet. There’s still clearly service because his texts went through, but even after almost an hour, he still hasn’t heard from you.

The restaurant’s supposed to be close to your apartment. It should only be a thirty-minute drive, could even be cut to fifteen because he rereads your previous (and many) texts of the day that your cousin drives barbarically fast.

It’s okay.

You’re probably okay.

You like texting him. You’ve probably already reached home and you’re just taking a shower.

9:30 PM

Y/N

Where are you?

Are you okay?

“Here. Eat more,” the owner coaxes you as he sets down another plate of dumplings for you to eat, practically hand-feeding you at this point because you keep insisting with a chuckle that it’s not necessary. “You risked your life out there.”

“I only closed your roll-up.”

“Yes. Still a hero,” he nods fervently, handing you iced tea this time and doesn’t stop shaking his head until you take a sip. “It looks like the rain’s gonna pass soon. Do you have a car?” he asks, making you chew faster in order to reply.

“Nope,” you shake your head, jolting a few centimeters into the air when it feels as if the thunder outside rang directly beside your eardrums.

“Do you have someone to pick you up then? Ah, didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend now? Booking a ride tonight would be impossible.”

“No, I don’t think my boyfriend would pick me up,” you mutter, recalling that Jungkook’s probably asleep right now. You’ve only been a couple for a month but you know what and what not to expect. It doesn’t hurt you particularly — it’s just that Jungkook is Jungkook.

He cares about you. He’s not that verbal nor touchy with it, but you know he cares about you. You’re just not sure if he’d brave a flood right now to pick you up, but it’s okay.

Love takes time.

10:01 PM

Please pick up my calls

Are you safe? Where are you?

Y/N please let me know where you are

“My phone won’t turn on,” you tut in exasperation, belatedly realizing that it’s been soaked already in your pocket for the ten seconds you’ve been outside. “I need to put this in rice when I get home.”

The owner frowns, still guilty that you’ve got it from helping him, but before he apologizes again, you cut him off with a smile.

“Do you have a landline?” you sheepishly ask. “I might need to call a friend. I’m about seventy percent sure he’ll drive me home.”

10:30 PM

Y/N where are you???

I’ve been calling you for the past hour

Are you home? Do you just have no service??? Is the power out???

Are you at the restaurant?? Are you with your cousin??

Where are you?

47 missed calls from Jungkook.

6:21 AM

I hope you’re home.

I’m coming over

The walls of your apartment shake.

You were pretty sure the typhoon’s already moved past your city last night and there were only semi-heavy rains left in its wake, but when you blearily look at your alarm clock (and not your phone because it’s dunked in rice), the walls of your apartment still continue to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! I’m coming! Who are-…” you stumble to the door in a hurry without even looking at the peephole, eyes still half-closed but slowly blinking awake when you see who’s in front of you.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, head tilting in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” he repeats, his whole physique looking disheveled because he literally could not sleep the whole night from worrying about you. “Where were you? Were you here the whole time? I thought you were hurt,” he mumbles the last word, eyebrows still furrowed.

“I came home at what, 12 in the morning? I didn’t have a ride home when I last texted you at 8 because my cousin had to leave for a work emergency,” you recall, wincing in recollection because your body’s still heavy from the fatigue.

“What? But you don’t have a car. It was flooding last night,” he gulps, mouth still parted in worry even if he can see you right now in one piece. “How in the hell did you come home?”

“I called Yoongi.”

You shrug as you let your boyfriend know, the moment suddenly becoming tense because you realize now that you haven’t even invited him inside.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Jungkook looks hurt, seeing more emotion now than you’ve ever seen him from the whole month you’ve been together. It makes you falter, the guilt rising to your throat.

“I didn’t know if you would answer.”

Jungkook mentally staggers at that, heart dipping in hurt.

He bites his upper lip in worry, deep into his thoughts that it’s his fault that you’ve started to doubt if he would even show up when you need help.

“Of course I would answer,” he mumbles, taking you into a deep embrace that you freeze into before you melt into his tight hold. “It’s you. I’ll always answer if it’s you.”

still here

summary: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one night stands do not usually end well... right?

note: best friend!mark, sexual implications, cursing/profanities, making out? and purely confused and panicking mark lee.

genre: 99.9% angst and 0.1% fluff | word count: 1.5k

- mark never had a good night's sleep in a while until now.

he opened his eyes and the window to his left side almost told him “good morning”, so bright, so sunny. but he looked at the bookshelves beside a study table, and the bulletin board stacked with utility bills and polaroid films of friends just above a supposed to be a replica of surely an andy warhol pop-art painting.

this was definitely not mark’s room.

he was about to remove the blanket that is sitting on his legs when a figure beside him shuffled a little. the back facing him was bare, messy hair all he could see. but he instantly recognized it, and the room, for so long; because it was you.

slightly panicking, mark carefully removed the warm clothing above his thighs then there he saw that he was only wearing his boxers. right above, just a little, he could see the messy lining of his shirt, and it was definitely worn the other way around.

he rose from the bed carefully, avoiding causing any disturbance. mark made sure his footsteps were inaudible while he was looking for his pants and grey hoodie on the floor. he slowly picked his jeans up, but the belt still made a faint clang noise that he held it so tightly while putting it back on. he also removed his wrinkled, reversed shirt so it would be worn correctly this time before topping it with his grey hoodie.

then mark just… stood there in front of your bed, watching you, trying to recall what has happened last night. then it was all slowly coming back to him.

now, if you happened to wake up at this very moment, then what would he do?

-

mark bit his lower lip as he was trying to answer the question he is about to face later on. he suddenly felt the need to apologize.

maybe because may have been selfish.

he suddenly kissed you while watching before sunrise. maybe, just maybe, if the romantic and sexual tension were not so intense throughout the film, then he would not have needed to finally act upon what he has been thinking all this time.

but the fact that you gave in... god, he thought, you gave in. no sight of alcohol around, just pure sober thoughts. mark has no idea where he got the push.

but was he remember asking you if you wanted it. mark needed the confirmation, just to make sure you are on the same page as him.

“you want this, right?”

you were catching your breath from the heated kiss when he asked. and yes, you wanted more.

“i would not hold back this time, baby”, you giggled. you liked him calling you baby. “are you sure?”

“mark..." you replied. "baby…”

you were straddling him and started kissing his neck again. mark’s eyes were closed and feeling his crotch against your clothed sex, but he was not so sure that you understand; that if you continue along, the morning may not be the same anymore.

and now, with mark wondering, here we are.

so he removed your arms, now wrapped around his neck while you planted kisses on his cheek, and firmly intertwined his hand with yours.

mark looked you in the eyes so intently, your gaze could not leave his.

“i’m asking again,”, he emphasized. “are you sure you really want to do this?”

and it took you seconds to nod, as you had already caught what he is thinking—the consequences, the adjustments, the confrontation to be served via breakfast.

“mmh”, you hummed.

“words. i need to hear it.”

“yes, mark. i want this.”, you replied. “do you?”

“yes, i do… so much.” he put his palm on the right side of your cheek, just a little graze yet soft, so warm, so lovely. “you have no idea.”

mark has been staring at your still-sleeping figure for too long. too long, really. should he just leave a text that says, “hey... we need to talk about last night.”? or maybe go for an old-fashioned way and write a note saying “i had to go. errands.”, when in fact, it is a sunday morning and he is actually on work leave?

but omitting some words behind these questions, should he leave?—the simple question as it is, but would he be treating you the same as his one-night stands? for him, you deserve more than just ditching and letting avoidance do its own work at this point. you are a friend—the best friend.

you finally shuffled from your former position, still sleeping. from facing the back, your body is now almost facing where mark stands still. his fight or flight response is now asking him several questions. he wanted to run from the consequences he emphasized last night. he thought he could handle them but fuck, no.

mark, noticing that you were still unconscious made him run his fingers through his hair. slightly frustrated and he may have muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck!", a little too loud and-

“just lock the door when you leave, mark.”

mark froze on his feet, mouth agape at your sudden words.

you said it so... nonchalantly. and so you went back to your former position, facing your back against him once again too quickly but still, eyes closed.

you were waiting for him to leave immediately now you may have answered the thing that has been bugging him for minutes now.

and of course, you knew the moment you gave in, there was no turning back. you wish you could say “i love you.”, but you would have rather devour into the kiss, hoping your actions would translate those words instead. so you went along; touching him for the very first time, and feeling all of him for the last time.

but what hurts most is that you know where this is gonna go, that you will wake up to the sounds of shuffling and rummaging the one-night stand’s clothes on the floor, and the footsteps while the guy is putting his shoes on. and what has happened this morning so far is no exception.

maybe mark was too kind just to leave because you are you. and it stings more to know that you are just… a friend.

and it hurts more to see that he was ready to go.

so you just had to instruct him what others usually do. and you just wish you woke up a little later on an empty, messy bed—finding him gone for good.

-

mark felt a strong pang struck into his chest. he felt like his heart is being held tight, being twisted, being ripped into pieces.

and it hurts him more that you thought he was going to leave, that you thought he was going to be another one-night stand, and that you have already accepted that everything that you both went through is now ruined.

so when mark walked towards the door, your breath suddenly hitched but was inaudible. he clicked the lock, turned the doorknob, and you heard the door opening and closing.

you finally let out a sob that has been desperately wanting to be released as he was collecting his things.

tears damped your pillow until your cries lulled you to sleep.

-

your room is illuminated by the sunset, thanks to the always bright window. already past afternoon, you managed to escape the dreadful morning.

a little foolish of you, really, to check your phone and hope mark would leave a text. you chuckled at the ridiculous thought, only to find your notification bar empty.

but then you heard faint noises coming from your living room. a little shuffling and steps over there. you stood up and opened your door.

and there he was, actually in the kitchen, checking out what is in your refrigerator. you slowly walked in his direction.

“mark?”

he turned around and said, “hey.”

“what are you doing?”

“trying to cook.”

and he was holding his phone, and there appears to be a cooking tutorial paused on the screen.

“cook what?”

“pesto…? actually, dang, you don’t have enough ingredients so i’m just gonna do a quick run at 7/11 so—”

“mark?”, you asked, now more confused than ever, “you never left.”

for mark, this was never a mistake. he had wanted and waited for this for so long. this—overcoming the boundaries and just feeling you entirely–the making out, the fucking, the embracing, the tangled bodies, the intertwined hands, the how are yous, the sharing of joys and growing pains, everything and more; and most importantly, the i love yous.

he finally did not walk out the door for once, now that he has had you in his arms last night. no fumbling with the bags this time.

enough of the jealousy and the constant checking of his phone, waiting for a text after you went out on a date, thinking he is going to lose you to another guy because mark could never say how much you mean to him. no more subtle touching, like how he likes it when he wraps his arms around your shoulders. sometimes, he would just leave it there after saying he needs to protect you while crossing the street. and more, so much more.

mark needs more—never from but of–mark needs more of you. because good god, for once, he knows what love is—and love is the entirety of you.

so mark just shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“still here, baby.”

and you loved that cute, stupid smile every single time.

what a sight.

“You Cannot Save People, You Can Only Love Them”

i. Virginia Woolf in her suicide note (1941) ii. “Spirit Hold, part two” - Holly Warburton (2019) iii. Euphoria S2x05 - “Stand Still Like the Hummingbird” (dir. Sam Levinson) (2022) iv. Forever Winter - Taylor Swift (2021) v. “Dryad and Delilah” - Holly Warburton (2021) vi. “Should’ve Been Me” - Mitski (2022) vii. “SUPERMARKET” - Holly Warburton (2021) viii. “Euripides” - Anne Carson (2006)