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🦪 Wear my heart on your sleeve — p.sh ⋆

Love between... ex bf!hoon x fem!reader ⋆ sum ; you still carry his initial on a gold heart shaped pendant !! Wc #418 ma.diari ⬪ — if you know what this is inspired by, ily and no it's not a ts song

"I told you sunghoon, we broke up, months ago, I should not be going to the ball with you" you sigh, standing cross armed in front of the yearning boy, with him asking you for one last chance to be his that night.

"You know, y/n" he looked down, playing with the hem of his sweater, he knew you were a hard catch, someone that could so easily slip out of his hands, and he loved you for that, the way you value yourself so much, you can't let anyone, not even your ex boyfriend, trick you into anything.

But it was still making his mission hard, so that's when he decided, playing his last card, and hoping for the best.

"I haven't worn this sweater in so long, but when I wore it today I found this" he bent the hem of his sweater, showing you the dangly pendant that's hiding from prying eyes, something only you two knew about.

Your eyes soften, nearly dropping your facade out the window just for him, you look at the little heart pendant, shining like it's new in her perfect gold colour with your initial engraved on it.

"That's my pendant–" you let out a breath, you didn't even notice that you were holding, "I sewed that into your sweater so you'll always wear my heart on your sleeve"

You look up at his eyes, debating weather you should give him a chance or not, he was your lover after all – and for so long as well, you can't just throw four (4) years into the void –

Your hand reaches to the little necklace that's hiding under your top, pulling it out and letting his eyes scan it. It was a small similar pendant that adorns his initial on it, such a small item yet holding so much power.

It felt like this never ended, like you were kissing him for the first time, and laying your head on his shoulder or intertwining your hand with his under tables at dinner parties, it felt like you can never stop loving him.

"Fine, I can go to the ball with you, just this once though" you give him a fake stern look, and a small smile tugs on your lips.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you" he exclaimed, repeating the word over and over, as he carried you from your waist and spun you around, just to hear your sweet laugh, and maybe you were weak, but just for him.

"I promise you won't regret this my love" he lets you down with the sweetest kiss on your cheeks. And you fall once again.

captain’s log

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: college!au | fratboy!au | sexual themes (minors DNI)

word count: 8.7k

warnings: lots of drinking, profanity, a tiny bit of sexual content, suggestive language, sunghoon biceps,  y/n is a serial party-goer, fake frats, lots of semi-unhumorous banter, ft le sserafim bc i needed more characters

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: “If you’re trying to be subtle about checking me out, it’s really not working.” You were too drunk to care, and met his eyes, “Yeah, yeah you caught me. Life’s more fun without subtlety.”

The captain’s log is a form of record-keeping used by sailors to keep track of incidents, such as weather, ship sightings, and any other information about the vessel and her passengers.

CAPTAIN’S LOG ENTRY 11:30 pm please I beg of a crumb of pussy

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It took you approximately 46 seconds to sober up after the first whoop of the sirens outside the house. Red and blue lights peeked through the cardboard panels that were haphazardly stuck in between the blinds of the windows. From the continuing booming music, the thundering steps of the dance floor, and the bumping bodies, you realized you were one of very few to realize that the party was getting rolled. And you did not want to be caught in the mess of policemen shining flashlights into mascara stained faces.

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SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS W/ SUNGHOON

genre: situationship!sunghoon x yn (femreader), college au if u squint, crack (im not funny)

warnings: cursing, one suggestive text, hoonie is downbad, ignore read receipts

MESSAGE FROM NIC: realized i havent written anything yet for hoon so here's a little smth! hope yall enjoyed and happy new year!! <3

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shoot your shot | hwang hyunjin

▸ genre: fluff, basketball player! hyunjin

▸ description: the evolution from being on your phone during basketball games to staring at a certain hwang hyunjin.

▸ word count: 3.9k

▸ warnings: swearing

▸ a/n: i had to include bandana hyunjin in there somewhere im sorry lmao also this was proofread at 1am so I apologize for any mistakes >.<

“COME ON!! SHOOT IT, MINHO!!”

Jisung’s shouting instantly made you look up from your phone, pausing the pretty interesting game of Angry Birds you had going on. A second later, you saw how the ball was thrown in the direction of the hoop, and it circled the rim a few times before it finally went in. The referee blew his whistle right before loud cheers filled the auditorium, Jisung still screaming for Minho.

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Forbidden Vampire Love- Sunghoon

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He hears it loud and clear.

It's obvious that the culprit is trying to be sneaky but their doing a horrible job at it.

He flies through the shadows with ease, stalking his next victim. He places a hand on her shoulder and a ear wrenching screen comes out of her mouth.

She turns around, a pout on her face. Her gorgeous, gorgeous face.

"I could hear you from a mile away" she sulks some more, "I was trying to scare you" she says with a bit of whine in her voice. "My love, no matter how hard you try you'll never be able to scare me."

She rolled her beautiful eyes and huffed. "You know for someone who claims to always protect me, you sure do love to scaring me"

He gasped dramatically acting hurt. "How could you say that"

She laughed putting both her hands on his cheeks. "I'm just messing around Hoon"

His undead heart flutters at the nickname for the thousandth time. But his eyes get more intense and his voice was no longer playful.

"Seriously though, I'll watch over you and protect you at all cost, my love."

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you.

When he pulls away and she can feel his shape fangs against her bottom lip, he whispers against them,

"My lovely, lovely y/n"

NOT YOUR AVERAGE BOYFRIEND

genre. fluff. spiderman au!! some angst. warnings. mentions of injuries, crying, cheating (but no one is), and overall light angst. some kissing. pairing. spiderman!beomgyu x fem!reader. wc. 3k. (help me) a/n. i've wanted to do this for so long. and i'm so freaking excited posting this rn. i hope i did an okay job 😭

Sometimes you wondered why you had been so unlucky in your life. Every unfortunate event seemed to happen to you, while everyone you knew was just swimming in good fortune. It simply wasn’t fair or even explainable.

Your bad luck seemed to be on a streak this particular week, Monday starting off with a failed test grade, Tuesday gifting you a new top-ten most embarrassing moments of your life encounter, and insomnia blessing your body with no sleep on Wednesday night. Whoever was up there in the sky deciding peoples fates was outdoing themselves with yours.

After taking a power nap until 11 pm to substitute for the lost sleep, you got out your textbooks and notes to study for your upcoming science exam. You were so sure you were going to fail. You couldn’t focus in class recently, which meant you didn’t understand any of the chemistry you were supposed to learn in the unit, and there wasn’t even time to ask your teacher for help or a study session. The test was tomorrow, so you knew you were screwed.

There were two reasons that you had pinpointed for why you were losing focus. The first was because of your boyfriend, Beomgyu. He always seemed to be busy, and your usual late night dates were always cancelled last minute. It felt like he was ignoring you, or even falling out of love, you weren’t sure.

You had noticed that he seemed to be weirdly focused on something particular lately, taking his focus off of school and you. He had been spacing out for a couple weeks now. You’d seen him researching spiders one day in your computer block and you had jokingly asked him if he was going to pursue being an arachnologist. But that was only the first thing taking up space in your brain.

The second was because you kept being reminded of the news report from Tuesday night. A teenage girl’s body was found dead in an alleyway not too far away from your apartment building. The report had you spooked ever since that night.  “Found stabbed to death. A total of 34 flesh wounds were located,” The investigations reported. 

Worst of all, the victim had been around your age. When you first heard about it, you were surprised that it wasn’t you lying dead in the alleyway. With your bad luck, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched.

Apparently, a witness on the scene had claimed a masked red figure had swooped down to save them, “swinging from building to building with a sticky fluid similar to a spider web”. Because of the absurd claims of the witness, the nickname, Spider-Man, was quickly adopted for the mysterious hero. 

To be honest, despite the blurry images of a guy in a black and red suit, you were skeptical of the rumours. If this superhero really did exist, how did he fail to save one of the girls? He seemed like a pretty lousy hero to you. Maybe he was inexperienced or something.

Your mother would probably laugh at your thoughts right now. You had always been untrusting towards the news since you were two. She said your skepticism was one of your strengths, even though most people found it annoying. At least you weren’t trusting the media blindly and actually putting in some thought of your own.

You had gotten through 5 problems on the practice test for science, and each answer was jotted down with 0 confidence that it was right. You were really hopeless when it came to science. You were very fascinated by it, but when it came to actually doing it, you were just bad at understanding the concepts. Biology was decent enough for you, but chemistry went straight over your head. Usually you would have your science genius boyfriend to help you with it, but due to the situation explained before, he didn’t make it to any of your recent study dates.

Your concentration on a question about ionic bonds was broken with a tapping at your window. You turned, confused and half-expecting that you were hallucinating or something. But there actually was someone tapping on your window. They had somehow managed to climb up the fire escape to reach your apartment on the 8th floor.

You were hesitant about opening the window at first, but the person kept thumping on it consistently and saying something you couldn’t quite pick up on. Curiosity combined with your novice martial arts skills gave you enough confidence to go to the window and take a closer look.

“Is that-” You whispered, shocked at what your eyes were seeing as you pushed open the window. “Are you… the Spider-Man?” You asked the masked person, wielding your pocket knife as an emergency weapon just in case.

“Yeah, that’s me- the one on the news.” He nodded furiously, choking out the words. You raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was struggling to get words out and also why he came to your apartment. “Please, can I just come in-? I don’t think I can stand-”

You hurriedly opened the window enough and pulled him in. He was holding his stomach tightly as if he was in pain. You glanced down at your hand that helped pull him through the window, now stained with blood.

“Are you bleeding?!” You asked urgently, mind freaking out. You weren’t prepared to patch up someone, let alone a superhero who probably had superhero level injuries as well.

He nodded slightly, sliding down your bed frame on the floor, “I was beating this guy up, and then they suddenly pulled out a knife and-” He stopped his rambling to look back at you, the eye-parts of his mask portraying his facial expression. He looked desperate and like he knew you would help. 

You sighed slightly. You were at least glad that your room’s carpet had been replaced for hardwood floor last year. You would be able to clean up any blood stains on wood more easily than carpet.

You were about to rush to the bathroom to get some supplies, but you paused. Why were you helping him? Just 3 minutes earlier, you were thinking about how lousy a hero he was.

He winced in pain from the floor, some blood dripping from his side. You shook off your stupid thoughts. Who cares if you don’t know him at all? He was hurt, and he came to your room, so you should at least try to help him the best you could.

“I’ll be right back- shit, this is bad.” You muttered quickly, running to the bathroom. You grabbed whatever you could find that might help; gauze, disinfectant, water, towels, bandages, cotton swabs. You wished you had remembered that first aid class you had taken to become a babysitter when you were 14 a bit better, but it had barely gone over treating big injuries like this. The worst you ever had to deal with was a scraped knee.

You placed the supplies down, getting on your knees to be on the same level as him, “You should take the mask off, it’ll help you breathe better to not have it.” You said.

He shook his head, “I’m not taking it off.”

You shrugged, “Your choice, I guess. What is it with superheroes being so eager to hide their identity?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing a towel, “You’re all probably old men in your 30s or 40s covered in flashy spandex suits.”

“I am not!” Spider-Man protested, flustered at the thought.

“Whatever you say… Hmm, I didn’t think this through well-” You paused, wondering how you were going to patch him up while he was wearing a full-body suit. You couldn’t ask him to take it off, that would be absurd. “I think I still have some of my boyfriend’s clothes in my drawer, one sec.”

You searched through your bottom drawer where you kept your pyjamas and managed to find a black shirt with some science pun on it. You sniffed it first, and your boyfriend’s woody cologne still traced the cotton fabric of it despite it not having been worn by him for weeks. You threw it to Spider-Man along with some sweatpants.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes to change and I’ll be back. I’d tell you to go to the bathroom, but I’d like to consolidate the blood to just my room, please.” You murmured, “And don’t touch any of my things-” You said finally, shutting the door.

You stayed right outside the door, hearing a small laugh and a little murmur that you could barely make out as, “cute”. You furrowed your brows. Did Spider-Man just think you were cute? You’d have to reinstate to him that you just gave him your boyfriend’s clothes, and that you were happily taken. 

Then again, if Beomgyu was falling out of love with you, maybe he would break up with you soon- You tensed up, shaking the thought away. 

“5 minutes are up, can I come back in?” You asked.

“Yeah, come in.” He called back.

You opened the door, the superhero now adorning your boyfriend’s clothes, but mask still on. He looked surprisingly natural with them on, or maybe you just thought that because your boyfriend hadn’t worn them in forever.  It had been weeks since you had seen him in a T-shirt, which was also weird cause he used to live in them. He wore exclusively long sleeves now, even though it was fairly warm. He often adorned big hoodies with the hood up, covering most of his face. 

Your best friend said that he was probably trying to conceal hickeys from another girl that he was cheating on you with, but you knew Beomgyu wouldn’t ever think of cheating while in a relationship. He would at least break up first. The thought did confuse and bother you, but you didn’t want to seem like an annoying, naggy girlfriend, so you didn’t press him about it.

“You can keep these clothes, by the way. My boyfriend hasn't come over in a couple weeks. He’ll probably break up with me soon, and I’m sure he won't miss one pair of clothes.” You muttered bitterly, opening up the bottle of disinfectant and a packet of sterile cloths. You weren’t sure why you were telling this to a complete stranger, but it made it a bit less awkward while you disinfected his wound.

“What? Why would you think that?” Spider-Man asked. You smiled at how his tone seemed so concerned for you. Why would a superhero care about someone like you?

You shrugged, “We barely talk, and it feels like he has no time for me anymore… I would tell this to him, but I don’t want to ruin the times we actually get to spend together by interrogating him. Still, it feels like he’s hiding something from me.”

“Maybe he’s just waiting to tell you- ouch.” Spider-Man offered, tensing up from the sting of the disinfectant. 

“Maybe… But how hard is it to spend some time with your girlfriend? He’s not out trying to save the world like you, so what the heck is he doing?” You pointed out, using the first example of something important you could think of, which happened to be the superhero seated in front of you.

“What if he is trying to save the world?”

You rolled your eyes, “My boyfriend doesn’t have what it takes to save the world. He’s scrawny and nerdy and goofy and I love him, but he’s nothing like people on TV.” You said while wrapping the gauze around his stomach, “Plus, he barely has any muscles, so he’d be pulp in any fight. I mean, look at your defined abs and muscular physique… If you took one look at my boyfriend you’d know what I’m talking about.” You explained with a smile. 

You didn’t say it like it was anything bad— in fact, it was one of the things you liked about your boyfriend the most. He wasn’t intimidating or challenging. He was comfortable and approachable and safe. You weren’t one to fall for someone based on a muscular figure.

“Have you ever had a secret you were scared to share?” Spider-Man asked after a moment of silence. 

You paused, thinking for a moment, “Yeah, I had one once. Why?”

“I’m kinda… struggling with that right now. I need to share it cause it’ll be worse if I keep on hiding it, but I’m really… really scared.” He admitted honestly. He sounded stuck and genuinely confused. You didn’t realise a superhero could sound this helpless and lost, but you felt the urge to help him with this as well.

“Do you need some advice?” You asked, packing up the kit. He nodded. “Just tell them. Whoever it is you’re hiding it from. It’s better to rip off the bandaid instead of waiting forever out of fear. If you want to tell them and are ready to, don’t hesitate. If they really love and care about you, nothing will change. They’ll still love you regardless of the thing you’re trying to hide.” You explained, surprising even yourself at how wise you sounded. Maybe you should reconsider going into psychology and becoming a therapist like your nine-year-old self wanted.

“I should tell them as soon as possible, then?”

You nodded, “The sooner the better. You’re all done, by the way. You think you’ll be okay to go out the same way you came in?”

Spider-Man sighed, eyeing the window, “I should be fine… But, I want to repay you for patching me up… and the words of advice. Do you mind following me?” You nodded a bit confused, standing up at the same time as the hero.

He opened your window and hopped down the 2 feet to the landing carefully and then offered a hand to help you get down. After you were both safely on the fire escape, you climbed up the stairs to the roof of the apartment building. You went up here often enough, so it wasn’t too hard to reach the top.

“Can you turn around for a second…?” Spider-Man asked you nervously. You did as he said, brain immediately thinking that this was the way you were going to die. You had been a fool to follow a stranger up to the top of the roof, and now he was about to jump you or throw you off the side of the building or-

“Y/n?”

You turned around, eyes meeting the bruised and cut face of your boyfriend, mask held loosely in his hand, face scared and anxious. You were stunned for a few seconds, frozen in place, unable to move or speak or even blink. You must have scared Beomgyu by your lack of response. He wrapped his arms around you, not knowing what else to do.

“I wanted to tell you so badly…” He whispered.

“Is- is this why you’re always gone?” You asked, tears slipping down your cheek.

He nodded furiously, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You know I would never cheat on you, right? I love you so much- I hate that I left you to overthink all that time.” He sobbed, crying harder than you were now, “I’m so awful, Y/n, I’m sorry-”

“Stop, you’re not.” You assured him, hands bunching up the fabric of his T-shirt, inhaling his scent that you had been deprived of. You hadn’t hugged him like this in ages.

A minute later you sat down on the concrete of the building, Beomgyu being forced to stay still as you tried to inspect every single tiny cut and bruise on his perfect face with the crappy lighting from the dim bulb on the roof..

“Is this really necessary…?” He asked, eyes shut on instinct from how close your face was to his.

“You look worse than when you got bullied in 8th grade, shut it.” You dismissed him, hands still holding his cheeks and turning his face every which way to spot everything. He whined about he was fine and his newly acquired super powers helped him heal from wounds quicker, but you wouldn’t buy it.

He opened his eyes slightly, a stumped expression on his face like a child trying to figure out how to reach candy from a high-up shelf. Eventually, he found a solution.

He leaned forward abruptly, lips crashing onto yours before you could stop it. You tried to protest, but it was impossible to say anything when he was so determined to kiss you. He waited until after you were fully kissing him back to pull away, hoping that it would be enough to spare him from any more face-inspection.

“So, can you really shoot webs from your… web shooter thingies?” You asked, struggling to find the proper words to describe your boyfriend’s inventions.

He nodded with a big grin, “I constructed it all by myself. I went through over 15 trial versions of both web-fluid and shooter before landing on this.” He gushed, showing you the small container filled with white sticky fluid. “It holds the most web-fluid while still maintaining speed, accuracy, and power. Impressive, right?”

You nodded, even more confused than you had been while taking the practice test for science, but determined to keep the smile Beomgyu wore for as long as possible.

“What else can you do?” You questioned, excitement finally kicking in after the shock of finding out, though it was still hard to process that your boyfriend was a superhero.

“So much more-” 

You smiled, eyes twinkling as you realised it would take all night to discover everything you needed to know about your boyfriend’s new identity.

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neighbour!hyunjin au

shoutout to my bub @rouiettes for crying over this w/ me, ur the realest // also shoutout to my other bub @iu-shire for helping me edit this ;;;;; ilu both ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; // ALSO ALSO the boy next door poll wasn’t for this au!! even tho this is like, a literal boy next door au, the poll was made to see who u guys thought fit that sort of vibe the best!! the winner of that poll will be the main character of my next au :’)) | [masterlist]

ok but u and hyunjin have known each other since FOREVER

u two grew up living beside each other and have been classmates ever since pre-school 

the thing is, u two aren’t rlly ??? friends ????

like ya u know each other and ya u know that one time hyunjin got chased by his mom in 1st grade when he wouldn’t drink his milk 

but u two don’t really talk 

U TWO ARE LIKE ACQUAINTANCES ASDFHBSDFNKJ

u have each other’s numbers and follow each other on instagram and ALL THAT FRIENDLY STUFF

but u just aren’t officially friends

honestly tho, if either of u asked the other to help bury a body, they’d do it 

“hyunjin, i forgot my umbrella and it’s pouring outside, could u-”

(hyunjin, hopping into his car, already driving even though he has no idea where you are) “say less” 

it isn’t that u guys don’t click !!!!!!!!!!

hyunjin honestly doesn’t think he’s met anyone else that has understood him so quickly as u

u guys just don’t have the same friend group

and it’s been like that since grade school 

so it seems kinda weird to just,,, become friends

like how do u just ask to be friends with someone u’ve known since u were little 

THAT’S WEIRD

ok but

hyunjin driving u to school 

HYUNJIN HONKING HIS CAR HORN AS U WALK OUTSIDE UR HOUSE AND EXCLAIMING:

“get in loser, we’re going to school”

(you, snorting) “where else would we be going, the moon?” 

“dude, u know going to the moon is an activity reserved for saturdays” 

U GUYS RARELY EVER GET TO TALK TO EACH OTHER OUTSIDE HYUNJIN DRIVING U TO SCHOOL, BUT WHENEVER U TWO DO TALK,,,,,

IT’S JUST HAVE A NEVERENDING CONVERSATION 

THERE AREN’T EVER ANY UNCOMFORTABLE OR AWKWARD PAUSES

IT FEELS LIKE U GUYS JUST FLOW SO WELL TOGETHER

if anyone saw, they’d assume u two were like best friends ??

the way u guys just played off of each other’s jokes and teased each other just seemed like a conversation between close friends 

“i got clowned in dance practice the other day”

“as expected from hwang hyunjin”

“HEY I’M A GREAT DANCER”

“ok mr. i fell on my face in front of the entire school on recital day”

“THAT WAS IN 2ND GRADE”

u two would smile at each other in the halls or during lunch too !!

but whenever ur friends asked u if u were friends with hyunjin, u’d just say:

“hyunjin’s just my neighbour”

like u can’t be friends with ur neighbour ASHDFANSKJDF

hyunjin has no shame, he’ll throw a rock at ur window from his window and hold up a piece of paper that says:

“ANSWER MY TEXT MESSAGES OR I’LL HAUNT U THIS IS URGENT” 

and then have the text message be like

hyunjin: hey my mom asks if ur family wants to come over for dinner

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> picnic *

- a planned afternoon with your boyfriend even though you fall asleep while waiting for him.

> sick !

- dokyeom got sick and calls you to bring him medicine and food, and you offer to take care of him.

> practice room *!☆

- after a day of auditions, you still had to teach choreography. dokyeom eventually comes in, attempting to convince you to go home with him to cuddle.

> couch talks *!

- after having a rough day at work, dokyeom vented to you while you ran your hand through his hair on the couch.

> drive-thru

- you were in need of some food and guess who was in the drive-thru line

> soundcheck *!☆

- it was the night of a music show, but you were worried about the whole performance during soundcheck until your number one fan called out for you.

> karaoke

- while working at your job, a group of guys come in. later on, one of them comes back to you.

> late night

- your boyfriend comes over after finding out you had a a bad day at work with dinner

> seat mate !

- your class changes seats and you end up next to the lee dokyeom, one of the popular music students.

> rainy day *!

- you needed to go to practice but it started raining as you left school. luckily, a fellow trainee shared his umbrella with you.

> hair salon !

- you get to do dk’s hair for fun and surprise him with a new color.

> makeup *!☆

- you’re getting to go out to dinner, but dokyeom decides to have a small treat first.

> time capsule *

- you’re digging for something in a field when one of your classmates appeared, clearly concerned on why you were holding a shovel…

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Hanging out w/ bf Niki at night

Niki would definitely text you and say something like “come outside let’s hang out bro🤭”

And you’re like hanging out this late at night🤨??? but who cares, hanging out with Niki would be so fun and chaotic

He would probably have the widest grin on his face and waving at you when you see him out the window

When you meet him outside, he’d probably grab your hand and runs to the basketball court

When you two get there, he would probably show off his skills

He’s expecting you to gives him TONS of compliments🫵

Definitely does the “this one’s for you” and he shoots and ball and makes it in

Give the boy all the compliments you can ever think of that exists in this world😭Niki would probably be giggling and blushing crazy from the amount of compliments you give him

Probably does more tricks and says if I make this in, you owe me a kiss😚

If you decide to join in and play basketball with Niki, he would probably make it a competition

Loser has to do aegyo for straight 1minute💀💀💀

If you lose, Niki would probably video you doing the aegyo to tease you later on and so he could watch it when ever he misses you

After you two get tired of playing basketball, he probably races you to the convenient store

Loser has to buy ice cream for the winner

You’re down for ice cream but also probably like hellll nawwww we just finished playing basketball, I don’t have the energy to run😭

So he probably drags you down to the convenient store and let’s you win bc he wanna see you being happy eating the ice cream

While you eat the ice cream that Niki bought for you, he would probably watch you enduringly probably smiling too

boy wouldn’t even care that he lost

He just wanna see you smile and be happy😕

When you finish eating, he’ll probably hold your hand(smiling like a fool) and take you back home

Before you get in your house, Niki would probably kiss your cheek and run away giggling like a little girl💀

The end? That was such a bad ending I’m sorryㅜㅜ

who let the dogs out | hwang hyunjin

▸ genre: fluff, neighbors au

▸ description: you had a soft spot for dogs, but you never loved them more than when one of them brought Hwang Hyunjin to your door.

▸ word count: 2.8k

▸ warnings: swearing once

▸ a/n: shoutout to @frxckledfelix for the title uwu

You were tired. You had a long day at college and then at work, and the only thing you wanted to do was to get home and relax a bit, maybe catch up on your favorite Netflix show or take a bath. You were walking through the corridor towards your door when you saw it.

There, walking happily towards you was a small, adorable puppy, wagging his little tail. Your immediate reaction was to crouch down and pet the dog’s soft fur.

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