Between Love And Loathing

Between Love and Loathing

Summary: It was never quite obvious for you both, whether the hate you felt for one another was misunderstood love.

Type: Fluff with a dash of angst

Member: Baekhyun x Reader

Length: 2407 words

This one was fun to write, I have to admit. I enjoy writing for Baekhyun, I’m not exactly sure why. Although he is my bias, I don’t really think about that when I write for him. It’s just a great experience, developing different personalities for him. Anyways, I hope you like it <3

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“So where do you want to have lunch?”

“I don’t know,” You muttered underneath your breath, typing away at your computer. Even though the assignment you were working on was due in a few weeks, you wanted to put a dent in it before you went on a trip with your friends. Jongdae, your best friend, was not impressed on the otherhand.

“Y/N! Will you please-” He inhaled slowly before grabbing onto your shoulders from across the table. Looking up at him, you raised your eyebrows questioningly as his usual amused features grew serious.

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Breathless | Baekhyun

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◇ Genre: Travel! AU, Tour-guide! Baekhyun, Fluff, Slight Angst 

◇ Summary: Where you unfortunately lose your engagement ring while on a solo-tour around Europe, and have to enlist the help of your very cute, very cheeky tour guide named Baekhyun to help you find it.

◇ Word Count: 8k

◇ A/N: I may or may not have a slight addiction to using Bollywood films as inspirations…this one is based on ‘Jab Harry Met Sejal’…but I think it turned out pretty well! I really hope you like it!

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 8

Fast update~ I got Jin feels last night and wrote this fluffy fluff that is actually also a little smutty? Hardly at all since I don’t write smut, but it’s still a little suggestive I guess? xD I hope it’s enjoyable because I only read over it once and it’s pretty much pure fluff xP Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff feat evil Nayoung o; Words: 2,000+ Part 7 - Part 9

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 5

I’m back with a new chapter~! Actually, I’m back with two new chapters since this chapter ended up being so long that I had to split it. But you get adorable TaeKookie so I think it’s a win xD Genre: Flufffffff Words: 900+ Part 4 - Part 6

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Wake Up

“Seokjin, what is your problem?” you almost yelled.

“Nothing, okay?!” he growled back.

“That’s a lie, dammit! I’m your girlfriend, you can tell me what’s wrong!” You actually shouted at him this time, throwing your arms in an angry gesture. Jin had been brooding and grumpy since you had gotten to the dorm, and he was outright refusing to talk to you. He even lied, telling you that he wasn’t angry. You had tried to be nice; you two had never fought before now, and you were really scared. He was always sweet to you, and nothing had ever been argument-worthy with him. But you couldn’t stand the fact that he was blatantly lying.

“You’re going to tell me that I shouldn’t be angry,” Jin grumbled. He was sitting at the dinner table, his fists lightly clenched on top of the wood. He wouldn’t remove his gaze from the table, not even to look at your standing figure.

“What?” You sounded only half as hurt as you felt. Why did he think you’d react like that?

“You keep flirting with your other guy friends! It hurts to have to watch you with them, even when you’re with the other members. You’re always…” he trailed off, seemingly too upset to continue.

“I’m not trying to flirt with anyone,” you said, confused. Apparently you came off more defensive than you intended to, because Jin seemed really prickly then.

“Well, you are! ‘Oh, Oppa, you’re so funny! I can’t imagine living without you!’” he mocked you. You bristled at this.

“How dare you!” you snarled.

“Do what? Tell you how you act around these guys?” He finally looked up at you with a genuine look of disgust on his face. You felt tears well up as anger and indignation flooded you.

“No! How dare you mock me and put words in my mouth!”

“I bet that guy put something in your mouth,” he spat harshly, returning to his original position of glaring at the table. You gaped at him. The only sound that escaped your mouth was a choked imitation of “babo”, but you couldn’t get it out. You started to cry silent tears. You sniffed and shook, and at the sound, Jin twitched; he seemed to regret what he said, but you didn’t care. Your lips quivered from fear and from your restrained sobs.

“I’m going,” you whispered, turning on your heel before you could change your mind. You were mostly down the corridor when you heard his voice.

“Jagi, wait…! Jagi!” he tried to call you, but you kept walking away. You pulled on your shoes as he started to power-walk after you. “[F/N], don’t go!”

“Too late,” you hissed before you slammed the door shut. You thudded down the steps, and as your feet hit the asphalt, you heard the door open.

“[F/N], wait! I’m sorry!” Jin’s steps resounded behind you. You whipped around to face him, all of your senses blurry from hurt.

“Think really hard on what you want to say to me,” you growled, causing him to stop walking. “I will come over when you have some more sense.”

“[F/N]…” He looked defeated. You turned away once again.

“NO! [F/N], WAIT!” Jin’s almost carnal scream scared you, and you looked around wildly, trying to comprehend it. You heard him running, but you saw the headlights before he got close to you. The car’s horn and screeching wheels resounded in your head, mixing with Jin’s horrified voice. The impact knocked you unconscious immediately.

~…x…~

You couldn’t feel anything but your rapid heartbeat. The only sound was your heavy breathing. You tried desperately to see something, anything, but it seemed like you were flailing in a bottomless body of water.

Seokjin! you tried to call out. Your words got caught in your throat, and a fiery pain shot through your stomach. You tried to cough and splutter, but the thick liquid that surrounded you wouldn’t allow for it. You tried to scream, but it only put pressure on your ears.

Another sound resounded—a faint beeping thudded against the water. You felt like you were being dragged out of the liquid, up, up, up…

You tried to inhale, but you just… didn’t. You looked around the white room, but everything was fuzzy. Shapes finally came into focus, though, and you realized what was happening: you were in a bed, hooked to machines and an I.V. line. Jin was asleep at your bed, his arms folded to give him a makeshift pillow.

Seokjin, you choked out. Your voice had sound, but no substance. You were horrified at the sight in front of you. I’m not dead. I can’t be.

Jin woke up gasping; you realized he was sweating. His head swung back and forth as he checked around the room. He hung his head, looking at your comatose body and brushing your hair back. As he did, you felt a warm, feather-light touch against the same spot.

I can feel him. I’m not dead, you reassured yourself shakily. I’m not dead. You wanted to cry as you saw his eyes well up, but you were physically unable to do so. Seokjin… Seokjin don’t, you pleaded to no avail. He couldn’t hear you.

“It’s been a month, Jagi,” he murmured. He sounded in pain. You stood with something that felt like sickness in your heart. “Please, I love you, [F/N]…” He almost choked. You slumped to the ground, unable to comprehend your uselessness in this situation. You wanted to wake up more than anything in the world. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him you were okay.

Wake up, you told yourself angrily. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up wakeupwakeupwakeup!

You heard Jin whimper, and it made you more determined. Wake UP! You felt a funny thudding in your chest.

“[F/N], I wanted to tell you that I…”

WAKE UP

You felt like you got punched in the chest, and you reeled back, gasping. You might have heard what Jin said, but you couldn’t remember. The pain in your stomach flared up again. You had never felt anything like this, like a fire raging throughout your body. You writhed on the floor, unable to scream. You clawed at the linoleum tiles, hoping to alleviate some of the pain by transferring it to the ground. Saliva dripped out of your mouth and was pressed against your cheek by the floor.

“[F/N], I wanted to tell you that I…” Jin was saying. Everything was black at that moment, and you couldn’t even feel your breathing anymore. He was sniffing and whimpering, holding back sobs. “I want… I want to marry you… so please, wake up…”

What was the last thing you guys said to each other? you wondered. You had a fight. The thought made you sick again; your first fight, and you couldn’t apologize to each other…

You felt the agony once more, and you groaned. You could actually hear your voice. The beeping of a monitor became known to your ears, and you slowly opened your eyes. The room was white, tiled, and blurry. The beeping became slightly erratic as you gained consciousness. Immediately to your right, a pretty boy was leaning on your bed. He had thick lips and soft, pretty-looking hair, and his face was swollen and wide-eyed; he’d been crying. You stared at him, confused. You tried to get your voice to work. Before the nurses came in, you finally managed to croak out the words you wanted:

“Who are you?”

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jin scenario | very punny

❝ You sign up for a Christmas pen pal project to keep the boredom at bay over the holidays… but your pen pal partner might be a lot closer to you than you think… ❞

➸ prompt: You and I both sign up for a Christmas Pen Pal project to exchange postcards letters over the holidays.

➸ pairing: jin x reader

➸ warnings: contains a lot of terrible dad jokes

➸ requested by @felifli | 7.6k words | fluff, university au

Christmas is the most boring time of year.

It’s the time of year when your university friends all travel home to their family, leaving you alone on campus, lamenting over the price of plane tickets that stand between you and your home far away. It’s the time of year when you have the city to yourself, with no one to explore it with, wasting free hours in cafes, sipping on gingerbread lattes, and staring out the window at the skies that promise snow, but never deliver. It’s the time of year when the only conversation you get is with your family over Skype, asking you how you’re doing. And while you make sure to show a smile for them, as soon as they disconnect your face falls back to blank, losing all Christmas joy.

You’re desperate for this year to be different. You’ve piled up your work, asking to help with articles for the university newspaper, and planning to get ahead on reading for your course. But already the idea of three weeks with only work is freezing up your heart. Even if you won’t admit it.

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