.* About Valenhui

✧.* about valenhui

hello!! welcome to my blog, you can call me vale [like veil] :)) i’m twenty years old, prefer they/she pronouns (feel free to use whatever though!), and will be using this blog to post writings of my own as well as reading others.

while i may be sticking to writing generally sfw stuff, i may interact with nsfw works (which will be tagged with ‘nsfw’ when i do) so please bare that in mind. additionally i also block blogs quite liberally so, yeah.

my uploading follows no schedule whatsoever and im also not always active on here so just a heads up. i try to write whenever im free and in the mood for it but i frequently run into writers block so i can’t make many promises.

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SCENARIOS — PU

pu + “for old times sake”

WEN JUNHUI — JUN

08:43pm | hurt/comfort, fluff, 0.8k words, drabble

11:26pm | hurt/comfort, 0.5k words, drabble

KWON SOONYOUNG — HOSHI

coming soon!

XU MINGHAO — THE8

coming soon!

LEE CHAN — DINO

coming soon!

sugar ♡ ljh

pairing ; boyfriend!jihoon x reader

rating / genre ; sfw // tooth rotting fluff, humor

summary ; its a lazy morning. and your boyfriend is struggling to make a coffee.

wc ; 927

warnings ; kissing

note ; this is absolute idiocy !! i was very much into floofy thoughts and this is a pure soft jihoon brainrot so bear with me!! unedited !!

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The curtains of the living room move a little bit as the warm breeze scurries in and hits your face, which is barely awake.

It was 10 am in the morning, albeit a slow morning, and you were trying to keep your eyes open so that you don't fall asleep on your boyfriend trying to make you breakfast.

You knew that apartment was your home – given that you signed the lease and all. But the true feeling of home invaded you whenever you saw Jihoon and his tiniest gestures to bring a smile to your face. To make your worries vanish and calm down your heart. His eyes which disappeared whenever he smiled from ear to ear, the sound of his excited laughter, the touch of his fingers carding through your hair when you laid your head on his chest – all of it brought home to you.

Right now, the feeling was making your heart soar through the clouds as you saw him bustling around the kitchen with a kettle and a plate of toast in his hands and a rather – confused expression on his face?

"Hoon?"

"Hmm?" he quips back, unfocused.

"What are you searching for?"

"Huh?" he comes to a halt and looks at you owlishly through his glasses which were a little askew.

So. Very. Cute.

You smile and shake your head at his complete unawareness of his own state.

"You are searching for something?" you try again.

"Ah yeah. Sugar."

You furrow your eyebrows and stand up, to go and help him find it. He resumes once he sees you in action and pulls out your mugs from the cabinet.

It's comforting, it's domestic, it's how homely and calm you wanted your Sunday morning to be. Your eyes follow his movements as he searches for the sugar when you notice it.

The jar of sugar by the stove – the stove on which he has set a pan for his eggs.

It's been there all along.

"Jihoon."

"What?" he is exasperated and you want to smack his head for his idiocy.

"There's the jar." you point to it and he goes still as he follows your movement. A second later, he scoffs.

"That's salt, Y/N."

No words. You just glare at him with an eyebrow raised. Even though it is sleep-ridden, your glare is taunting – because that is sugar, not salt. The big sticker around it suggests so and you yourself were the one to stick it and fill the jar.

"Oh my god. It is sugar."

The laugh that leaves your lips is instinctive and you immediately wrap your arms around Jihoon's torso from the back.

"You need sleep." you mumble into his hoodie, cheek squished against his back. His shoulders shake as he laughs at your comment and you hum.

His scent overpowers your senses and you almost sigh before you are suddenly deprived of the feeling of him pressed up against you. You whine with your eyes closed when you feel him move away, you are still rooted to your spot. A laugh sounds in your ears at your antiques and a moment later you are wrapped in the warmest embrace of your love – this time with your cheek against his heart.

A kiss lands on the top of your head and you melt in his hands.

"You are making breakfast."

"That was some quick observation, love." he laughs and you smack his back.

"Still quicker than you finding the jar."

"Not reall-"

"No no. Technically, it was me who found the jar and-"

"You know what?" He cuts you off by squeezing you tighter and rolling his eyes as he brings you even closer. You look up at him with your chin on his chest and the smuggest look one can form when they are groggily awake.

"What?"

"I still need to check if it's really sugar or not."

Oh.

Is he thinking what you think he is thinking?

You wanna laugh.

"Uh huh. Taste it?" you cautiously suggest.

"Sure."

You anticipate his next move with your lips pursed to stop you from laughing out loud as you watch him open the jar with one hand and dip his finger inside it. A smile breaks out on your features at his antiques – especially when he slowly brings the finger to his lips slowly, as if trying to make you feel some way. But all you do is find it funny.

"Jihoon what are you-"

"Shhh." you are shushed with a finger at your lips.

That finger at your lips and that's when you realize.

His lips land on your slowly, painfully slow. But the moment the softness touches you, your body wakes up and you feel the heat shoot up from your toes to your head, the blush spreading across your face. His hand moves behind your head and he brings you closer as he starts moving his lips against yours, savoring every flavor, breath and grain of sugar he just smeared across them. His fingers card through your hair and hold you tightly, making your toes curl with the intensity.

Your heart catapults it's way out of your chest and soars through the clouds, making you feel like a giddy teenager all over again.

God, the effect he had on you.

But alas, even your heart is not immune to gravity, and it needs to be grounded when he breaks the kiss, both of you gasping for air.

He nudges your nose with his, with a smile and licks his lips.

"It is sugar indeed."

So. Very. Sweet.

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you’re painfully aware that all the tossing and turning you’re doing is getting you nowhere. but no matter what position you try, the fact remains — you can’t sleep.

jun, on the other hand, is resting peacefully on the other side of the bed.

so when the clock hits 3:23 in the morning, you give up; all the shifting under the sheets is getting you nowhere, and you really don’t want to wake jun up. so you slide carefully out of the bed and pad to the kitchen, squinting against the bright light.

it’s just as you’ve given up on the kitchen and are making yourself comfortable in the living room that your boyfriend appears in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. it takes him all of a few seconds to spot you on the couch and wrap himself around you, mumbling tiredly into your ear. “you left me.”

you lean your head against him. “i’m sorry. did i wake you when i got up?”

jun shakes his head from where he’s nuzzled into your neck. “no. the bed was cold without you.” he tightens his arms around your waist for emphasis, before questioning you sleepily. “what’s wrong? can’t sleep?”

“yeah,” you confess, turning so you can burrow into his chest and feel his heartbeat steady against your cheek. “i just feel… off. don’t know why.”

jun kisses your temple now, smoothing your hair. “that’s okay,” he murmurs. “i’ll hold you.”

“here? on the couch?”

“here. there. wherever you want.” he tucks you closer to him. “just close your eyes, okay?”

and maybe his warmth is all it takes to lull you into sleep. and maybe he really does intend on carrying you back to bed — but maybe he ends up falling asleep too, and maybe the two of you wake up entangled on the sofa the next morning. maybe.

an / entirely self indulgent AGAIN bc guess who can’t sleep!! it’s me!! anxiety is a bitch. love u all goodnight 💗

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requests: open !!

at the moment, i’m only writing for seventeen so that is what most of the contents on this blog will be limited to.

as for my writing itself, i typically write using gender-neutral!reader but am open to writing fem!reader (and possibly trying my hand at male!reader). i don’t think i will be writing smut in any of my works (allusions and implications to such at most) so unless specifically mentioned otherwise, please refrain from sending in any requests with smut. additionally, i will not be writing anything that isn’t a reader-insert.

i’m fairly open to writing just about anything though i tend to enjoy writing angst a bit more but feel free to request other genres, au’s or even other forms of fanfiction (such as social media au’s)!

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