Cuddles

Cuddles

Request: Huelo~~ I’m not really sure what I want exactly but fluffy cuddles with baekhyun one-shot ? ♡ Ily 

Pairings: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff/ Angst

Tears were flowing down your cheeks, you were so tired of everything. Nothing was working out this week. First you failed your math exam and you also learned only a little for the finals and they were just two weeks away. You also lost your part-time job, so it will be harder to pay the rent until you find a new workplace.  You fought with your best friend and the worst of all your boyfriend, Baekhyun, was on tour in Japan and he has hardly the time to call you.

But you hoped all the tears would come to an end because today Baekhyun was coming back and you were looking forward to spent some time with him again. That’s why you want to let everything out before he arrives. Baekhyun hates seeing you crying and being sad.

Of course luck wasn’t on your side today either. That was your first thought when you heard someone opening your front door. Only one person other than you has the key to your apartment and that is Baekhyun.

You wiped your tears away, turned off the lamp on your nightstand, covered yourself with the white fluffy duvet and pretended to be asleep. You heard footsteps coming in your direction. It didn’t take long until you heard the door open and a person came in. There was a thud and you guessed it was Baekhyun’s suitcase.

He expected you to be on the couch watching reruns of your favorite series while eating ramen so he was quite surprised that you were sleeping in the afternoon. Baekhyun first thought to let you enjoy your nap but he missed you so much that he couldn’t wait anymore.

You felt the bed dip under his weight and then an arm around your waist. You started panicking when he began to softly whisper to you to wake up.

“Wake up, baby. I’m home and I really need your cuddles. So wake up and let’s cuddle.” You didn’t move, maybe he’ll give up like that.

“Come on (Y/N)… I missed you.” he whined and you could perfectly imagine his pouty face. You still ignored him so he tugged the duvet away from your body. Your first instinct was to hide your face but he was faster. He pined your arms to the bed and looked at you with a smirk. Though his smile fall when he saw your red and swollen eyes. He knew that you cried.

“What’s wrong? Why were you crying, (Y/N)?” he said, his voice cracking up and his eyes were full with worry and concern.

“I-” you were intrerrupted by him siting against the headboard and pulling you on his lap. Baekhyun put your head on his shoulder and warped his arms around you. You recognized this position immdiatley, it was your favorite cuddle position. You blushed at the thought that he still remembered something so little.

“Now tell me baby. Why are you sad?” he said so softly that if you weren’t so close to him like now you would definitely not catch what he said.

“It’s just that…” and you told him everything. How luck wasn’t on your side this past week, how frustrated you were with schoolwork and finally how much you missed his presence. Through the whole time you poured everything out, Baekhyun stroked your hear and hummed from time to time to show you that you have his full attention.

You loved this boy for being so considerate and understanding to you, he was just perfect.

“How about I help you with studying for your finals, we will search for a job together and tomorrow you will call your friend and talk it out? I’m sure she also regrets fighting with you.” he suggested while littering a few pecks on your cheeks. You nodded in affirmation and hugged him tighter.

“Aww baby. I missed you too. I thought I would die without your cuddles for so long.”

“Now I can give you all the cuddles you want to thank you for cheering me up.” Baekhyun started chuckling. You were just too adorable “I’m looking forward to that.” He lifted your chin up and kissed you softly on the lips.

For the next few days he wouldn’t let you be out of his arms too long. Well, cuddles are Baekhyun’s favorite, more like your cuddles.

The Dinner

Angst + Fluff /// Baekhyun’s mother has never liked you, not in the slightest. Tensions rise around the dinner table when his mother invites a guest over.

“She doesn’t like me,” you mumbled whilst resting your head on the window. The cold glass was somewhat mending the current throbbing in your head, but you knew it was no match bigger one would come along. 

“No way,” Baekhyun said. “She doesn’t know you enough, she needs time to get to know people.”

You turned to him, “It’s been two years.”

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 1

This was inspired by a comic (that’s not required to be read first, especially for those who are scared easily). The comic is called Ghost in Masung Tunnel, but read it at your own risk. It’s a horror comic and has a few jump scares. Again, reading the comic is not required to understand the story.

Genre: Fluff/Angst(sorta) Words: 1,100+ Part 2

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Emotionless (Doctor!Seokjin x Patient!OC) Part 6

~Double Update~ This was originally part of Part 5, but this was long enough to make it it’s own part. xD I hope everyone likes it~! Genre: Fluufffff, TaeJinKook, and dramaa Words: 1,900+ Part 5 - Part 7

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puns || kim seokjin

Kim Seokjin x reader

Summary: A handsome stranger is telling puns on the bus, and you find them almost as funny as he does.

Genre: fluff

Words: 1838

I sighed as I took a seat on the bus, on my way to work. I always enjoyed the ride there; it gave me a chance to clear my mind and people-watch for the journey, preparing myself for the busy and tiring night ahead. I stretched my legs, tired from college all day, and knowing I would be on my feet all night.

Despite my fatigue, I was in a good mood, happily watching the city pass by and enjoying the warm, late spring weather. I moved my attention from the window to the door as the bus stopped, allowing people to get on. I watched as an old man pottered on first, a middle-aged woman following him, and just behind her two young men, talking amicably as they strolled on. 

Both were evidently attractive, but my eyes lingered on the taller one. He had light brown hair framing his forehead and smooth skin, his facial features almost making him appear godly as they spread into a beautiful smile. They took a seat in front of me, their backs to me as they continued their conversation. 

Unintentionally, I began to listen to what they were saying, my attention automatically drawn to them.

“Okay, Yoongi, listen to this one,” the taller one started, already grinning, “how does a penguin build its house?” His friend simply sighed in response, looking out of the window. “Igloos it together!” He exclaimed, letting out a loud, squeaky laugh and clapping his hands together.

I grinned at the joke, knowing they couldn’t see me. I had an easy sense of humour, and puns were my weakness. ‘Yoongi’ didn’t even bat an eyelid at the joke, remaining completely deadpan, but the tall one didn’t seemed phased by this reaction. In fact, his failure to elicit a reaction in his friend only seemed to encourage him as he continued.

“Hey, did you hear about the kidnapping?” He asked, giggling. 

“No.” His friend said, sounding completely unamused and sick of puns. 

“Well, don’t worry, he woke up.” His doe eyes turned to crescents, his body shaking as he chuckled. I had to stifle a laugh at that one, leaning back and smirking. I admired his willpower; determinedly continuing despite his friend’s obvious disinterest. Again, the other boy barely reacted. 

They then began another conversation, discussing what they would do that night. I was still listening to them (reassuring myself that it would be pretty hard for me not to, considering how close they were sitting to me), and though not staring obviously, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off the taller boy as he spoke. The late afternoon sun leaking through the bus windows lit up his features, making his hair appear golden and his skin glowing. I dragged my gaze away and looked out of the window, listening as they discussed which restaurant to visit later.

“Should we go to that new place down the road? Their cold noodles are supposed to be really good.” The smaller boy was contemplating, scrolling through his phone. 

“That reminds me,” started the taller one, “what do you call a fake noodle?” His friend groaned, and I couldn’t help but to smile. 

“I don’t care.” Yoongi continued to look at his phone. I leant forward, excited for the answer.

“An impasta!” He finished the joke, clapping his hands. I couldn’t help the barking laugh that escaped my lips for a second before I clapped a hand over my mouth. My face heated up as I realised how loud it had been. Both boys whipped their heads around, the one who told the joke grinning at me.

“Sorry,” I giggled, waving my hand, “that was a really good joke.” He beamed at me, still laughing himself.

“Right? See, Yoongi, someone with a real sense of humour!” He said triumphantly, gesturing towards me, and I blushed. Yoongi just shook his head at the both of us, giving me a small, polite smile, before returning to finding a restaurant on his phone. The other one turned back to me, a friendly smile gracing his features.

“Do you know any jokes?” He asked after a moment. I racked my brains for a good pun, wanting to keep the conversation going with him. 

“Okay, what do you call an elephant that doesn’t matter?” I questioned, already smiling as I thought about the answer. He pondered it for a second, before shaking his head.

“I don’t know.”

“An irrelephant.” I answered, and he immediately erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together. I beamed, proud of myself for making him laugh. I was surprised to see Yoongi turn around briefly with a small grin at my joke too. This immediately offended the taller one.

“Ya, why do you laugh at her jokes but not at mine?” He demanded, his eyes growing wide. Yoongi scoffed as I watched on with amusement.

“Her jokes are better than yours.” He replied bluntly, and received another outraged look from the boy next to him, who then turned to me, ignoring the comment.

“That was a good one. What’s your name?” He chuckled. 

“I’m Y/N.” I returned his smile.

“Jin,” he gestured to himself, “and Yoongi.” He pointed to his darker haired friend. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally, he had a name. I looked at him, taking in his soft features and open face. It suited him. 

We continued to chat good-naturedly as the bus rattled around the city, my forearms now resting on the backs of their chairs as I leaned forward. Yoongi turned out to be a lot friendlier than he looked, and Jin was just as enigmatic as he seemed from an outside perspective. I found myself frowning, disappointment filling me as I saw my bus stop looming ahead.

I needed to find a way to see him again. Thinking quickly, I pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled something down, leaning on the empty seat next to me. I stood up as the bus slowed to a stop, stumbling a bit and holding onto a pole for support.

“This is my stop, but I couldn’t help but to overhear that you guys are looking for a place to eat.” I grinned, handing Jin the piece of paper. “This is the restaurant I work at. It’s pretty good.” I heard the bus doors open behind me. “Stop by if you feel like it. I’m working all night.” 

I got off before I could hear a reply, watching him grin at me through the window as the bus drove off, my own cheeks still stretched into a cheerful smile.

Later that evening as I waited tables, I kept getting distracted by watching the door for the people coming in, hoping to see Jin’s face amongst the swarms of customers entering. I bit my lip, trying to catch a glance of him as I took orders and hurriedly laid places.

“Y/N, can you focus please? What is up with you today?” My colleague asked irritably, her arms laden with dishes as she pointed to the table that needed to be cleared. I shook my head, apologising.

“Yes, sorry, nothing.” I sighed, quickly moving to pick up empty dishes. I carried them back to the bar, seeing her shake her head in annoyance, frowning at the door.

“Look,” she nodded to the door, “flip a coin to decide who takes them?” 

I looked to the entrance to see a boisterous group of young men, talking loudly and laughing; the type of customers you didn’t want to be in charge of. However, I immediately recognised Yoongi at the front of the group, his distinctive hair and piercing gaze separating him easily from the average customer, and next to him, a taller, more familiar boy. Jin noticed me quickly and met my gaze, waving across the room. I grinned, patting my colleague’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” I made my way over to them, smirking. 

“Good evening gentlemen.” I said, giving them all menus but repeatedly meeting Jin’s gaze as I did so. I briefly looked around at the six other boys, recognising only Yoongi, and receiving smiles from all of them.

“Y/N,” my attention was brought back to Jin. He pretended to look at the menu for a while before looking up. “why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” I supressed a smile, pretending to think for a moment.

“…is it because it was two tired?” I asked innocently, watching as his face dropped. His expression of shock was priceless, and I laughed along with the six others, who immediately began teasing him.

“You’ve been practicing.” He narrowed his eyes at me, grinning.

“Well, I had to, to keep up with you.” I flirted back, and he simply stared back with a small grin. I felt his eyes on me as I took their orders and went to serve other tables, the smile barely leaving my face.

I got reprimanded several times by colleagues as I spent most of the night by their table, exchanging puns with Jin and joking around with the others, and only leaving when I was afraid I would actually lose my job. All seven of them gave off an aura of sincerity and humility that drew me towards them, but the energy between Jin and I was something that was impossible to describe; I couldn’t seem to stay away from him.

At the end of my shift, they finally decided it was time to leave. The other boys waved goodbye, giving me a generous tip before walking out, still talking and laughing loudly. Jin was the last to leave the table, and he stayed sitting as I cleared it around him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, reaching for some plates, but I slapped his hand away.

“No, Jin, it’s literally my job.” I chuckled. “Besides, my manager will think I’m slacking if he sees a customer helping me.” He nodded understandingly, resting his chin in his hands and watching me for a moment, a small smile on his face. Once I had finished wiping the table he stood up and walked around it, coming to stand very close to me. I had to crane my neck upwards to see him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he peered down at me.

I waited for him to say something as he seemed to just be studying my face. I distracted myself, putting my notebook away and wiping my hands on a cloth, before he finally spoke.

“So Y/N.” I looked up and met his intense gaze, my breath catching in my throat. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Do you like raisins?”

I frowned for a second, before smiling dejectedly; that hadn’t been what I was expecting him to say, but how could I expect anything else but another pun? I sighed patiently, giving him a small smile.

“Not really.” I admitted and he smirked, his eyes glinting. 

“Then how about a date?”

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Fevered

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Warning: Descriptions of Lupus

Word Count: 6,926

Summary:  Lately, it seems that all your time is spent in and out of hospitals. A dreary place, even in the best of times. Until you meet him. [Genre: fluff]

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