Im Trying To Find These Specific Fics If Anyone Knows Which Ones Im Talking About Please Let Me Know!!!

i’m trying to find these specific fics if anyone knows which ones i’m talking about please let me know!!! one of them is a Dk fic where him and the reader are neighbors (i think) and he gets drunk and confesses to the reader and then avoids the reader. i think the title was something along the lines of “the one smiling guy” (???) and then the second one was a dino fic and it was idol!au this one was like like a one shot smau and the screenshots were mainly on text messages and twitter. the reader was there for him through out majority of his life before and after debut. i can remember some parts of the smau where it was a recap of a live and one of the members revealed that dino lets the reader call him otter or baby otter. i think the last screenshot of the smau was of them confirming their relationship on twitter

i know this was long and i’m not sure if lots of people will see this but hopefully i can find them soon 🙏🏻

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genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. heeseung x fem!reader. wc. 281. request. no. a/n. heeseung brainrot is real...

“Pink suits you best.” You whispered, tucking another delicate flower behind your boyfriend’s ear.

He had dozed off with his head in your lap and was still sleeping half an hour later. He sometimes stirred only to snuggle his head closer to you, his soft black hair falling over his eyes. You would push it back out of his face, and he would smile subconsciously at your touch. 

By now, he had dozens of flowers that you had managed to push behind his ear or in his hair. His head might as well have been a flower bush.

“Pretty… So pretty.” You mumbled to Heeseung.

“Me? Or the flowers?” He asked, only awake enough to respond in a soft whisper.

“The flowers, obviously.” You replied, kissing his forehead with a teasing smile.

“Y/n…” He whined softly, lip jutting out in a small pout.

“What? They are.”

“What about me, though?” He opened one of his eyes, looking up at your face in a wink.

“Hmm… I’m not sure.” You continued teasing, but your eyes couldn’t conceal the adoration you had for the boy.

“Let me help you decide.” He mumbled, sitting up and grabbing the back of your head, pulling your face closer to him and pressing his lips on yours.

You melted, kissing him back immediately. Your lips moulded with his in a sort of dance, and his hands ran through your hair. One of the flowers in his hair dropped on top of your nose and you pulled out of the kiss, giggling.

You cupped Heeseung’s cheeks, “Pretty.” You said again, eyes staring at his with overflowing love. And this time, he knew it was meant for him.

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conclusion number three | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ fluff / slice of life / nonidol!au

➝ total word count: 1.4k

➝ notes, warnings: just them being cute. not proofread. wonwoo can be a lil ooc. Inspired by this post. i just love wonwoo so much, this is a wonwoo simp post. enjoy!

summary: you have a hypothesis you'd like to prove.

Wonwoo, you've come to realize, loves being complimented.

He doesn't say it out loud, doesn't do anything that screams "compliment me!", but he's not very subtle about his smile either when someone genuinely compliments him about something.

It's something that you've only noticed recently, and you're still keen on proving this hypothesis by throwing in compliments on random intervals throughout the days just to see how he'd react.

"You look very nice today." You say out of nowhere when Wonwoo is looking down at his coffee.

He blinks, a little confused, though you don't miss the shy smile he sports that's gone as quick as it appears.

"Thank you? We've been sitting here for an hour, though?" He doesn't say out loud the question of why you're only saying this now, but it's there and you shrug carelessly.

Conclusion number one: compliments about his look doesn't bring as much as a reaction from him even though it's there.

When you pass by a pretty flower wall, you ask Wonwoo to take a picture of you, something that he happily complies with and never complains about. 

After taking a few shots, he proudly shows you the pictures and says that the pictures came out nicely though he can take more if there’s a certain angle you prefer. You're looking at him instead of your phone, haven't even properly looked at the pictures, but your hypothesis is more important now so you say it anyway.

"You're very good at taking pictures, aren't you?"

He tilts his head before he looks at you, then smiles before he adds nonchalantly as he scrolls through the pictures he’s just taken, making your whole face warm with his comment.

"You're just very pretty."

Conclusion number two: he can brush off compliments about his skill easily though he seems pleased either way. (Need to confirm by complimenting his other skill that can't be turned back to you. Smooth bastard.)

You stumble upon a small festival on your way to dinner. Deciding to eat there instead, you and Wonwoo make you way through the festival, looking at the stalls along the street. You swing your hand as you walk through the sea of people, a little too excited to notice you've been swinging it a little too much.

Wonwoo grabs your hand with a chuckle, and when you look at him in question, he shakes his head without offering any explanation.

Looking at your hand in his, you hum before you tighten your hold and feel Wonwoo returns the gesture.

"Your hand is very warm, I like it."

He stops in his tracks, his eyes soft as he pulls you closer to him.

"You're very cheesy today, aren't you?"

Hm. Of course he'll catch up. At least he'd never know why you're doing this.

"What? I can't compliment my boyfriend?" You try to sound nonchalant, accompanied by a shrug that Wonwoo doesn't really buy.

He doesn't prod though, because what's the use in prodding when he can just accept compliments from the person he loves? There's no reason whatsoever for him to hold it against you. So he shakes his head and you feel the soft brush of his thumb against your knuckle before he pulls you to walk again. 

You stop by a crepe stall because you're craving sweets, your body swaying a little due to your excitement; you can’t remember the last time you went to a festival, probably a few years back during university, and to be here with Wonwoo of all people makes everything exciting–even waiting for an overpriced crepe because you have him by your side.

You press your lips together to stop the embarrassing squeal that’s trying to get out of your lips when the food vendor hands you your crepe, which says a lot about how enthusiastic you really are about the whole thing. Wonwoo chuckles yet again, keeps it in his mind to find more festivals to go to if you're this enticed by the thing.

Seeing an empty bench a while ago, you make your way back there in hope it’s still empty so you can eat your crepe and the takoyaki Wonwoo has just bought in peace. Thankfully, it is still empty, an old couple sits on the bench next to you and a group of three guys on the bench next to them.

Wonwoo sets the takoyaki and the bubble teas between the two of you, enjoying the festival vibe as he nibbles on a piece of takoyaki. You happily eat your crepe too, though you eye his food and wonder if it’s good. You don’t usually like takoyakis, but they seem good today and you blame it on the vibe around you.

“Want to try some?” He asks when he notices you frowning at the treat he’s holding.

Your lips purse in thoughts, and he breaths a chuckle before he pushes it in front of your lips. You take a full bite, and regret it immediately because it’s hot and you panic when your crepe almost topples from your hands.

The sound of Wonwoo’s laughter fill your ears despite the noise around you, and even though he’s laughing, his hands are already busy taking the crepe from your grip and handing you your bubble tea so you can cool the inside of your mouth down. He hands you a napkin too, something you gratefully take as you cough into the thing.

You say a bunch of incoherent things which Wonwoo guesses is just you telling him to shut up, but the way your cheeks turn completely full and you’re flailing your hands are just nothing but adorable to him that he can’t help grinning despite his worry.

When you finally manage to swallow the takoyaki (which does taste good and you would’ve appreciated had the prior incident not existed), you hit him square in the shoulder for laughing at your misery.

“Good to know my boyfriend likes seeing me suffer.” You glare.

“You know it’s not that.” He says softly, the smile never leaving his face. Before you can say anything back, he absentmindedly reaches out to wipe the corner of your lip with his thumb, then licks whatever that was there and continues with his meal.

You blink continuously, your whole face warm and you have to bite your lip from smiling too hard. 

What the fuck?

It seems like something he does without even realizing, because when he notices you’ve frozen in place, he looks genuinely confused and asks what happened like he didn’t just do what he did in a very public place.

Wonwoo has never really been one for public affections though he takes care of you the same. He doesn’t mind holding hands; but that’s about it–everything else he does behind the comfort of your door.

“Hey.” He pokes your cheek. “Why are you lagging?”

“Not funny.” You look at him unimpressed before you take your crepe back in embarrassment, though that doesn’t discourage him to grin at his own little joke. “Also, nothing.” 

“Ah, young love.” You hear the grandma next to you say to her spouse, something that Wonwoo seems to catch too because he shares that look with you. “Remember when you used to do that to me, too?”

The grandpa’s voice is too small for you to catch on, but what she says next gets your heart beating in an arrhythmical beat and you force yourself to lock your gaze on Wonwoo despite your embarrassment, his eyes avoiding yours, the tip of his ears blazing red, and he’s pressing his lips together so hard as if to contain a smile.

“They seem very in love, don't they? The young man takes care of the girl so well, I hope our son takes care of his wife like that too.”

“You take care of me well, huh?” You whisper, and he pretends like he doesn’t hear you regardless of the way he looks down to hide his smile that he’s no longer able to contain.

You grin at this, and you take his face in your hands so he’ll look at you. You’re a little surprised at how warm his face is, and you decide to spare him from the teasing you were originally about to do and you say another thing instead.

“You do take care of me very well; I’m glad I have you with me.” 

Conclusion number three: Wonwoo loves it very much when someone compliments him on the way he is with you.

I breathe for you.

Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: When "I love you" wasn't enough.

Some people might think that the words "I love you" were enough to describe how much you adore someone.

While that might be true for some, but for Wonwoo it wasn't enough, not even nearly. He might as well go as far as to say that you didn't deserve an "I love you" because you need much more, way more than what has become way too common.

People say "I love you" too casually. Sometimes jokingly to their friends or to please a partner they just got with 2 days prior.

In fact, while you're lying down reading your book, Wonwoo was lost in his thoughts. He wanted to express his love in words. He strongly believed that love could only be truly expressed through actions.

To him, the fact that someone could do something that they don't exactly like for someone else is way more meaningful that 3 words that could be forgotten soon enough— not from you, everything is meaningful from you.

The way you look at him with doe eyes when you express your love with the exact same words he somehow struggles to say, it made his heart skip a beat. How it could only sound so sincere, just from you.

And now when you are about to flip a page of your romance novel, you hear words that will forever be more romantic than any cheesy quote from any of your books.

"I breathe for you."

Yes, that's it. He thought, you don't deserve any less than that. He wasn't exactly a poet but he knew how to make you blush in an instant, like a teenager in love.

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there's no better thing in this world than to feed soonyoung. the joy in his eyes, the way he munchies on the food, how he hums to the taste on his tongue.

"this is so good", he points to the chicken on his hand, lips stained with its sauce. "did you put mostard on it?"

you nod, walking to the table and putting another plate in front of him.

"eat with this."

"you made kimchi?", soonyoung's eyes sparks at you.

"your mom did. she stopped by today and left some for us."

it's quite funny the way soonyoung gasps and stuff his mouth with kimchi, eyes closed in that sweet smile of his.

when you sit beside him to have dinner too, soonyoung doesn't have to say a thing - the little burp he accidentally lets out because he's well-fed and, most importantly, happy, is enough.

∅HOT THINGS CHWE VERNON WOULD DO

CHWE VERNONloves his sound-cancelling headsets but with you, he always carries his earplugs and shares one of them, telling you this song reminds him of you or he thinks you’ll like this one but he always seems to lean in a little too close even though you can hear him just fine from the distance of his beside you.

CHWE VERNON always remembers the things you’ve mentioned in passing. sometimes he brings you food you mentioned you were craving, takes you places you said you always wanted to visit and not doing stuff you’ve said you didn’t like even if it wasn’t him you were talking about and he thinks you don’t notice and always says he felt like it.

CHWE VERNON holds your hands and shoves them into his jacket’s pockets. it destroys your heart when he does that out of nowhere and he is always nonchalant but because of your proximity you hear his heart beating too fast and the pulse of his hand in yours also in a race, it’s hot how his cheeks are red even though he is the one doing this to himself.

CHWE VERNON sends good morning voicemails even if it’s way past the time you’d have woken up as soon as he is up. his voice always makes you weak in the knees and he definitely doesn’t know the real effect it has on you, in turn, you always send good night voicemails as revenge because he always sends an array of texts after the mail.

CHWE VERNON says he doesn’t like cuddles but always falls asleep on you when his arms are around you on the bed and when he wakes up because you moved, his arms on both your sides and a confused “huh?” escapes his voice when he realizes he fell asleep on you again, flushing at your teasing smile before snuggling into with excuses spilling from him.

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