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Paring: LSM x fem!reader 

Requested: No

Genre:  soulmates!au, angst

Warning(s):  sad

Summary: Seokmin loves love. But love doesn't love him back.

Word count:  788

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration. 

a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. So please don’t be a silent reader.

a/n2: I don't know if I will make this into a series, but do tell me if you want me to do so!

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Seokmin loves love. He looks at young lovers in the park sitting on a bench, leaning on each other or holding hands, and he hopes they stay like that forever. Hell, if he could, his official profession would be matchmaking. But after a bit of a trial run during his uni days, the man understood that he is horrendous at it. He has more chances of pairing Mingyu’s socks than pairing two humans. What can he say—he just likes to bring people together. The only problem is that he’s far more impatient than an alpha particle roaming around in a chamber.

Now, it must not come as a shock to you that this man has indeed fallen in love and, like most of us in this universe, has had his heart broken too. I mean, it was his fault for falling in love with a woman who had another man’s name written in the script of her fate. But hey, love is love. You never understand when it will attack, and, being the defenseless fool you are, you just fall for it.

Seokmin understands it was never meant to be, but that doesn’t mean he loved her any less. Unlike most, he was devoted to Somin. He loved her like a poet loves his poem, like the paper loves its pen, like the sunflower loves the sun. He remembers how his world would light up the minute she came into his peripheral vision. He loved her with every breath he took and every drop of water he drank.

But like every other forbidden relationship, this one didn’t last. Somin found her fated mate, her soulmate. And just like water melting from a glacier, she seeped away from his life with a sad look of apology toward Seokmin and an enchanting smile for her one and only.

Was Seokmin sad? Obviously, he was! Who wouldn’t be? That night, he drank like there was no tomorrow, and Chan still brings it up sometimes: “Hyung looked like he wanted to crush that new dude of his ex, but also looked scared when he remembered his face.” I mean, obviously, that man was built like a truck. As much as Seokmin claims he likes to do push-ups and lift, he could never be the hunk of a man Seungcheol is. Never!

But even after all that, he could never get angry at anyone. It was his and solely his fault for falling in love with a woman who was not fated to be his. The blame falls on him, no one else. They had promised to be each other’s forever, but somewhere deep down, he knew it wouldn’t last. He knew that all those talks were just talks. So when the inevitable happened, he wasn’t angry at her—just happy. No matter how brutally she broke his heart, she deserved to be loved the right way, and so did her soulmate. He would have broken off the relationship anyway the minute he knew about Seungcheol—no questions asked.

Now, this brings us to this very gloomy, rainy day at the bus stop. Seokmin hates the rain; it reminds him of tears, and he hates to see the sky cry. But everyone’s gotta cry once in a while, so he’ll let it go this time.

This is when he feels it—the sting on his back where his mark is. The beautiful fish painted on his skin feels alive. Not even a minute after the sting, he feels it—the pull, the pull to look at the passengers getting off the bus.

That’s when he sees her: the literal definition of beauty and grace, the beautiful butterfly in this gloomy world. His one and only soulmate. You.

That’s when you look at him, feeling the pull too. It seems as though the world has stopped for Seokmin. Time has allowed him this moment to stare at you and take in your grace and beauty. And suddenly, he realizes you’re heading straight for him. Straightening his back, he looks at you expectantly, hoping to hear your name pour out of those beautiful, glossy, plump lips of yours. And then he sees them move. But he doesn’t understand what you’re saying, because your beauty has rendered him speechless.

Then he hears the words—those ominous words that will haunt him for the rest of his life, maybe even eternity: “I don’t believe in soulmates, so let’s never fucking meet each other again, ever!”

And before the boy can even process the words you’ve just thrown at him, you’re walking away. And just like that, the Seoul rush engulfs you like a sea monster, not letting Seokmin reach you to at least ask why.

a/n: thank you so much for reading, please don’t forget to leave a review

I binged this whole thing in a day and it was SO WORTH IT. The end?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 oh boy I’m gonna need a bit to recover from that one

city lights series | joshua hong (M) [finished]

Joshua Hong could be many things. For one, he is your next door neighbour. He is a rockstar, a relentless tease, a menace. But, ironically, he is always willing to lend a hand whenever you need it, regardless of the nature of your desires.

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: smut [18+] ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, neighbours with benefits ✮ word count: 177k

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navigation post part i | insomnia The last bit of sanity in your mind vanished the moment before you asked your hot neighbour to be your fuck buddy. Whatever prompted you to muster the courage to get the words out was something you didn't know you had inside you. But he wasn't saying no.

part ii | reverie Joshua Hong was many things aside from your hot neighbour—he was a menace, a relentless tease. But most importantly, he was the first guy to ever make you feel wanted. And you were yet to know how dangerous that was.

part iii | pillow talk Deep down, you knew you were growing an attachment to... whatever this was. Joshua was not intoxicating, you were wrong about that, he was addictive.

part iv | lunacy You could no longer hide your infatuation over Joshua Hong. It was becoming painfully obvious, though you weren't sure to what extent he was aware of this. Or if he even cared, for that matter.

part v | stargazing Joshua should've known the minute he saw you standing outside his door for the first time. Then, maybe he would've gotten the opportunity to make things right with you. But no, he let his hedonistic ways get in the way first. Now, will he get the opportunity to make things right with you?

part vi | blue hour If there was a guideline to how to be a fuckbuddy, you were sure you had already broke every rule in the book. It was ridiculous at this point, and you were so sure that Joshua might be catching all of your signs already, because you couldn't be more obvious. But oh, Joshua is only but a man.

part vii | lullaby For months, you've been hiding how you really felt about your fuckbuddy and the remorse for deceiving him can be sickening. For both of you.

part viii | after dark It all started with a deal with your next door neighbor, Joshua Hong. A little harmless deal that surprisingly led you to finding love; and a part of yourself that you were still discovering.

part viii | after dark pt. ii

side chapter | 3:14 AM

part ix | badsleeper › finale For as long as you've been with Joshua, you've always had this... fantasy. And your boyfriend isn't one to not let you indulge.

last update: 20.04.2024 (❁´◡`❁)

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junuary : jun appreciation

attached; vamp!jun, suggestive, fluff, 4.5k words

★ I don't know, but i want to write a series of reader and Wonwoo SO BAD. But I have no idea about what exactly it's going to be about, I definitely want it tooth rotting fluffy tho and slow burn !! I'm thinking of small drabbles instead of a whole plot. My main plot is to make it a slow burn and maybe a lot of parts as drabbles <3 I just need what it's going to be about

Any suggestions? <33

Between The Lines

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: office au, office romance, angst, strangers(?) to lovers, Co-workers to Lovers, fluff towards the end

Summary: Y/n faces unexpected turmoil as she discovers that her new collaboration partner in the office is none other than Kim Mingyu, a figure from her college past associated with painful rumors. As they navigate their professional collaboration, Mingyu's persistent attempts to break through Y/n's guarded demeanor unravel a history of misunderstandings and hurtful rumors.

Warnings: slow burn-ish, reader is bullied in college, puckering of lips against each other, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: ~3k

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A/N: Happy Carat's Day! This is my first ever fic and I am not sure how this will go. This story is just an idea that has been in my drafts for ages. I hope you like it! Cross-posting it here cause my other account is pretty new and this is not showing up in search results

The harsh hum of the photocopier and the distant murmur of office life formed the backdrop as I stared at my screen, which had just received a notification of an email. The subject line sent a ripple of anticipation through me: "Collaboration Partner Assignment."

Opening the email, my eyes quickly scanned the details. I braced myself for the revelation, but nothing could have prepared me for the name that leaped off the screen – Kim Mingyu. My stomach churned, though I couldn't pinpoint why. Maybe it was the mounting pressure of the project or the unfamiliarity of working with someone from another company. A wave of discomfort washed over me as memories of college days resurfaced, memories I had long buried because of the same name! But it couldn’t be him, right?

I had hoped to leave the shadows of the past behind, but fate had different plans. Mingyu, a name that had once been sY/nonymous with popularity and my own insecurities, was now set to become an integral part of my professional life.

Navigating the familiar hallways towards the designated meeting room, my steps carried the weight of unspoken history. The door creaked open, revealing Mingyu already seated, his eyes lifting from a set of project documents to meet mine. A knowing smile played on his lips, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me. It was him, Kim Mingyu!

"Y/n, right?" he said, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Mingyu. Looks like we're going to be partners on this project."

I hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake. "Yes, Y/n. Nice to meet you."

The sterile hum of the office's fluorescent lights set the stage for a reunion neither of us had anticipated. Mingyu, a name echoing through the corridors of my past, now sat across from me in a conference room. His smile seemed to mock my silent discomfort, reminiscent of college days where he effortlessly commanded popularity, and I existed on the fringes.

"Ready to dive into this project together?" Mingyu's voice snapped me back to the present, his expression oblivious to the tumult of memories that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Sure," I replied, my voice masking the unease within. The corporate battleground was familiar, but the arrival of Mingyu resurrected a dormant storm.

As we settled into the collaborative routine, Mingyu's attempts to get to know me became increasingly apparent. In team meetings, he'd throw casual questions my way, trying to unearth the person behind the professional facade.

"So, Y/n, any exciting plans for the weekend?" he'd ask, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Same as always," I'd reply, nonchalant. I wasn't one to divulge personal details easily.

But Mingyu was persistent, undeterred by my guarded responses. "Come on, Y/n, there must be something you enjoy doing outside of work. Hobbies? Interests?"

His inquiry probed deeper than the surface, seeking to unravel the layers I had meticulously wrapped around myself. "Not really," I'd brush off, maintaining a stoic demeanour.

In the break room, he'd invite me to join him for a coffee, hoping to chip away at the walls I'd built. "Coffee break, Y/n? It's on me," he'd offer, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks, but I prefer working through breaks," I'd decline, my gaze fixed on the computer screen.

Mingyu, always the optimist, remained undeterred by my cool demeanour. "Alright, next time then," he'd say, masking any disappointment that might have lingered beneath the surface.

Our interactions, or lack thereof, became a dance of casual questions met with guarded replies. It wasn't that I didn't notice Mingyu's efforts – I did. The truth was, I had carefully crafted my isolation, and I wasn't eager to let anyone in.

One day, as we reviewed project details, Mingyu tried a different approach. "Y/n, we make a good team, you know? But it would be even better if we understood each other a bit more. What do you say?"

His words held a sincerity that caught me off guard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in his eyes or the genuine desire to bridge the gap. I sighed, relenting just a bit. "Look, Mingyu, it's nothing personal. I'm just here to get the job done."

He nodded, understanding but undeterred. "Fair enough, Y/n. I respect that. Just know, I'm here if you ever want to talk."

The unspoken hurt lingered beneath the surface, but Mingyu never let it show. His attempts to befriend me continued, even if they were met with my persistent nonchalance.

In another attempt to connect, he invited me to a team dinner. "Y/n, we've been working together for a while now. Let's celebrate our progress. What do you say?"

I hesitated, then finally relented, "Fine, but just for a little while."

As the evening unfolded, I found myself in an unexpected situation – Mingyu's infectious charm gradually wearing down my defences. We laughed, shared stories, and for a brief moment, the professional barriers faded.

In the midst of the camaraderie, Mingyu leaned in and said, "See, Y/n? We're not that different after all."

I couldn't help but smile, the walls I had so carefully constructed showing signs of cracking. Mingyu's efforts were slowly paying off, breaking through the layers that shielded me from the world.

As we left the restaurant that night, I couldn't deny the shift in dynamics. Mingyu, once an unwelcome intruder from the past, had become a persistent presence in my present – a presence I was starting to appreciate, even if I wasn't quite ready to admit it.

The echoes of our team dinner lingered in the air as Mingyu and I left the restaurant. Laughter and camaraderie had briefly bridged the gap, but as we stepped back into the office building, I retreated into my familiar shell. The nonchalant exterior was my armour, and I wore it with practised ease.

Days passed, and Mingyu's efforts to break through my walls persisted, but my responses remained unchanged – short, guarded, and distant. The unspoken hurt beneath his eyes grew more evident with each interaction, until one day, frustration etched across his face.

As I sat at my desk, engrossed in my work, Mingyu approached, a determined expression on his face. "Y/n, we need to talk. Meet me in the meeting room in fifteen minutes," he said, his voice carrying a firmness I hadn't heard before.

I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanour. "Sure, whatever," I replied, my tone as indifferent as ever.

The meeting room, a neutral ground for professional discussions, now became the stage for an unexpected confrontation. As I entered, Mingyu was already there, his arms crossed, and a look of frustration etched across his features.

"What's your deal, Y/n?" he began, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. "I've been trying to get to know you, to be a good teammate, but every attempt is met with this... this wall you've built. What are you so afraid of?"

I sighed, my nonchalant facade momentarily faltering. "Mingyu, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just here to work, not make friends."

His frustration bubbled to the surface. "You don't have to make it so difficult, Y/n. We're part of the same team, working towards the same goal. Why can't we at least get along?"

I leaned back in my chair, the familiar defences back in place. "Getting along is not a requirement for getting the job done."

Mingyu's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and disappointment. "It's not just about the job, Y/n. We spend a significant portion of our lives working together. Why make it miserable for both of us?"

His words struck a chord, a brief pang of guilt flickering within me. But I couldn't let him see it. "Mingyu, I have my reasons for keeping things professional. Let's just focus on the project and leave it at that."

He leaned in, his frustration giving way to a determination that mirrored the spark in his eyes. "Fine, Y/n. If that's how you want it, we'll keep it strictly professional. But know that it doesn't have to be this way."

Mingyu's proposal hung in the air, and for a moment, I considered the possibility of a truce – a ceasefire in the silent war that had defined our collaboration. The weight of his words pressed upon me, and I decided to break the stoic facade, if only for a moment.

"Fine," I responded, my tone betraying a hint of resignation. "Let's keep it professional."

As the days passed, our interactions adhered to the newfound agreement. Work discussions unfolded without the previous tension, and the strained atmosphere began to ease. However, beneath the surface, the unspoken distance lingered, a reminder of the unresolved history that bound us.

Late one evening, as the office lights flickered in the waning hours, Mingyu and I found ourselves alone in the workspace. The hum of computers and distant traffic outside seemed to amplify the silence between us. Mingyu broke the quiet, his voice softer than before.

"Y/n, there's something I need to know. The tension between us... is it just about work, or is there something more?" His gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for honesty.

I hesitated, contemplating whether to unravel the layers that guarded my past. In that moment, I decided to breach the unspoken barrier. "It's not just about work, Mingyu. There's history – a rumour that tainted my college years, and I believed you were behind it."

His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and realisation flickering across his features. "Rumour? What rumour are you talking about?"

College, a realm of possibilities, unfolded before me. Amid vibrant campus life, I preferred solitude, finding solace in the quiet corners of the library. My routine, a sanctuary, was disrupted when a rumor about me and Mingyu, the campus heartthrob, began to circulate.

Whispers painted a false picture – a rejected proposal, a scornful comment. The rumor, like wildfire, labeled me as the girl who dared to confess, only to face ridicule. My once-unnoticed existence transformed into isolation as judgmental gazes and hurtful labels became my companions.

The most painful aspect was the misunderstanding – the lie that branded me a loner, rejected and ridiculed. The library, my refuge, now felt like a glass house, the rumor exposing me to the harsh scrutiny of others.

Mingyu, oblivious to the storm, continued his life, while I bore the weight of fabricated rejection. The rumor, a dark shadow, cast a long-lasting mark on my college experience. The isolation, self-imposed or not, became my reality.

"The one where it was said I proposed to you in college, and you rejected me, saying you'd never date a loner like me," I confessed, my voice holding the weight of years of perceived betrayal.

Mingyu's expression shifted from surprise to understanding, a furrow forming on his brow. "Y/n, I never spread that rumor. In fact, I had no idea it existed until now. In fact, I wanted to be friends with you back then and expressed it to some of my friends!"

My defenses faltered as the revelation sank in. The narrative I had carried for years, the resentment that fueled our strained collaboration, crumbled like a fragile facade. "But... why would someone spread such a thing?"

Mingyu's eyes softened with sincerity. "I don't know, Y/n. But I promise you, it wasn't me. I regret that you went through that, and I wish I could've been there to clarify things."

The weight of the misunderstanding hung heavy in the room. Mingyu's admission brought forth a vulnerability I hadn't expected, and the unspoken tension that defined our collaboration began to unravel. As we navigate the murky waters of our shared history, the silence transformed into a hesitant dialogue.

"Maybe," he began, choosing his words carefully, "we can move past this together. Start anew, without the burden of misunderstandings."

In the quiet office, Mingyu and I shared a moment where words seemed unnecessary. His hand found mine, a gentle intertwining of fingers that spoke volumes. Leaning in, he kissed me with a tenderness that felt like an unspoken apology.

The kiss was slow, each movement deliberate, as if time itself had slowed down. Mingyu's lips met mine in a dance of connection, a soft exploration that conveyed a shared understanding. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a promise – a promise to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of something new.

As our lips lingered in the gentle exchange, the weight of misunderstandings lifted. Mingyu's touch, comforting and sincere, became a bridge that spanned the distance between us.

The air shifted after the shared kiss, the unspoken tension replaced by a newfound understanding. Mingyu, eyes reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity, gently pulled away, creating a space for words to bridge the lingering gap.

"Y/n," he began, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments, "there's something I'd like to propose."

I met his gaze, a silent invitation to continue.

"How about we take a step into the present? Leave the office behind for a while, just you and me. What do you say to a dinner? A date, maybe?" Mingyu's words hung in the air, a simple yet profound invitation.

The corners of my lips twitched into a hesitant smile, the remnants of the emotional whirlwind we had just weathered. "A date?" I echoed, the word carrying a hint of both surprise and curiosity.

Mingyu nodded, his eyes holding a hopeful gleam. "Yes, a date. No work, no misunderstandings – just two people sharing a meal and getting to know each other beyond the confines of the office."

The idea, once foreign, now seemed like a welcome proposition. A chance to rewrite the script, explore the uncharted territories of this evolving connection. "I suppose a dinner sounds nice," I conceded, the tension replaced by a sense of openness.

His face broke into a radiant smile, the lines of relief and excitement mingling. "Great! How about tomorrow night? I know a place not far from here. Casual, nothing too fancy. What do you think?"

Tomorrow night – a prospect that carried the promise of a fresh beginning. I found myself nodding, the corners of my own lips forming a genuine smile. "Tomorrow night sounds good."

Mingyu's joy was palpable, and as he pulled out his phone to exchange details, the office surroundings seemed to fade into the background. In the quiet aftermath of a shared kiss, the invitation extended marked a turning point – a step away from the weight of the past and into the possibilities of the present.

As we finalised the plans, Mingyu's gaze held a promise – a promise of a date that transcended the ordinary, a date that hinted at the potential for something more. The unspoken tension that had defined our collaboration was replaced by the anticipation of a shared meal, laughter, and the uncharted journey that lay ahead.

「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｗｅｄｄｉｎｇ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ａｓ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄｓ ― ｈｉｐｈｉｐ ｕｎｉｔ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as a husband/wife ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

asking for your parents’ hand ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

proposal ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

honeymoon + photos ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

wedding dress + photos ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

after the wedding ♡ vocal unit | performance unit ♡

𝒔.𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔;

will kiss you before leaving for work

cooks when you’re not feeling good

kisses your ring every night before bed

will randomly hug you

hits to you that he wants kids

𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐;

has you come backstage to concerts

visits you at work when he can

only kisses or hugs you in private

buys you expensive gifts for your birthdays or special occasions

comforts you when you’re down

𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒖;

cooks for you almost all the time

makes you your favorite meals on your birthday & special occasions

calls you “shortie”

facetimes you when bees in tour

helps you around the house when you’re not in the best mood

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒏;

back hugs you whenever he sees you

lets you wear his hats

posts pictures of your wedding day on your anniversaries

calls/facetimes you before every concert

buys you meaningful things on birthdays, etc.

「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｗｅｄｄｉｎｇ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ａｓ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄｓ ― ｖｏｃａｌ ｕｎｉｔ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as a husband/wife ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

asking for your parents’ hand ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

proposal ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

honeymoon + photos ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

wedding dress + photos ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

after the wedding ♡ hip hop unit | performance unit ♡

𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒛𝒊;

calls you when he’s not busy

only allows you in the studio when he’s writing lyrics

surprises you for your anniversary every year

buys you flowers every time he’s late for something

gets jealous when you're talking any guys that’s not one of the boys

𝒋𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏;

plays with your hair

bought you guys matching necklaces

tells you “I love you” almost every day

facetimes you from the studio

carries you up to bed when you’re passed out on the couch

𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒂;

kisses you before bed every night

cuddles you all night

late night talks when you can’t sleep

you visiting him while he’s at practice

waiting for him on the couch to come home after a show/concert

𝒅𝒌;

kisses you before leaving for work

every anniversary you cook his favorite

pretends like he doesn’t remember the important things

surprises you with gifts when he gets back from tour

when you visit him he’s clinging to your side

𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒏;

bought you matching rings his says “drama king” & yours says “drama queen”

you guys go out for date nights almost every friday night

calls you while he’s on tour

calls you before he goes onstage

takes you out for lunch sometimes

「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｗｅｄｄｉｎｇ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ａｓ ｈｕｓｂａｎｄｓ ― ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ ｕｎｉｔ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

as a husband/wife ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

asking for your parents’ hand ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

proposal ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

honeymoon + photos ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

wedding dress + photos ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

after the wedding ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊;

gets jealous when you’re around any other guy

does whatever you ask him to do

calls you when he misses you

is very protective of you

doesn’t like to be away from you for too long

𝒋𝒖𝒏;

throws you parties for special occasions

tells you how much he loves you all the time

dip kisses you whenever he gets jealous

if you’re feeling down he’ll keep bugging you until you tell him why

facetimes you every time he’s away on tour

𝒕𝒉𝒆8;

bought you matching key rings

spoils you

calls you just to hear your voice

has you come down to watch his practices

picks you up from work

𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒐;

picks you up randomly

pretends to forget your anniversary every year

calls you before going onstage

facetimes you when he’s on tour

hugs you every chance he gets

「 ｓｅｖｅｎｔｅｅｎ ｄａｄ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ｔｈｅｙ ｆｉｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｐｒｅｇｎａｎｔ ― ｐｅｒｆｏｒｍａｎｃｅ ｕｎｉｔ 」

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[a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this]

how many kids they’ll have

as dads/moms ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

finding out you’re pregnant ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

telling your guys’ parents ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

telling the members ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

cravings ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

going in labor ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

holding the baby ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

baby’s first word ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

teaching them to walk ♡ hip hop unit | vocal unit ♡

𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊;

You decided to tell him while you were having dinner alone, you already told the rest of the members, because that was the only way you were going to be able to get them all out of the house at once. After you set the table you got extremely nervous to tell him, even though you know that he’d be so happy to be having a baby.

“Soonyoung I need to tell you something,” you stuttering because of your nervousness.

“What’s up.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say it.”

“Say what?” he asks curious.

“I’m pregnant,” you tell him looking at him to see how he would react.

“Really!? This is the second best thing that’s happened to us!” he basically screams as he comes over to your giving you the biggest hug.

𝒋𝒖𝒏;

You didn’t know how to tell Junhui that you guys were expecting your first child, you’ve been putting it off for weeks, but he noticed that something was wrong when you started throwing up in the middle of the night one night. He told you that he was going to take you to the doctor to ask them what was wrong, but you stopped him telling him that you were in fact pregnant.

“No, I’m pregnant,” you say as you get up walking back to your bedroom.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you say not knowing if he was happy or not.

“You should’ve told me earlier, because I knew that there was something up with you for a while now,” he says as hugs you while giving you a peck on the lips.

𝒕𝒉𝒆8;

You weren’t able to get pregnant even after trying so many times, you guys were starting to look into other options. One day while he was at a concert your doctor called you telling you that your were 6 weeks pregnant and you had know idea, because there weren’t any symptoms. When he came home that night you came practically running up to him with joy, telling him the knew he was so excited.

“Minghao! I’m pregnant!”

“Oh my god, really?” he asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, my doctor called telling me the news a few hours ago,” you tell him as he reached in giving you a hug.

“I can’t believe this,” he says with tears surfacing in his eyes.

“Baby, don’t cry,” you say hugging him while laying your head in the crook of his neck.

𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒐;

You and Chan have been talking about starting your own little family, he’s told you that he only wants either 2 or 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy. A few weeks after you had that conversation you went to the doctor to talk about how you’ve been wanting to have a baby, so she did some tests and when she called you a week later she told you that you’ve been pregnant, after your talk with your doctor you decided to tell Chan.

“Chan, I have to tell you something,” you say as you stood right in front of him.

“What’s up?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Wait what, don’t mess with me. We were just talking about this a few weeks ago,” he says while laughing.

“No I’m being serious. I ask my doctor what my chances were and she called saying that I was pregnant,” you say as he gets up picking you up then giving you a kiss.