Insert-his-name #6

insert-his-name #6

He opened the door, dragging his luggage along with him. When his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t help but let a soft chuckle escape his being. You were lying sprawled out on the couch, and on you was a baby pink hoodie, with its arms wrapped around your waist. He toed his shoes off and moved towards you. 

“HI baby.” He gently whispered in your ear and he watched as you cracked open an eye, “I knew it. Your flight was delayed.” He brushed the hair out of your face before embracing you. “Come on, off to bed.” He peeled the piece of clothing off you and carried you easily in his arms. You snuggled closer to him and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. Quickly shedding his outerwear, he decided that a shower could wait till tomorrow and he climbed into bed. 

“You’re...way better than the pink hoodie.” You vaguely gestured to the pink hoodie outside before crushing your face into his warm chest. “You must be tired waiting for me. I miss you so much.” “I’ll wait for you, even if it takes years.” 

“Go back to sleep.” - Juyeon

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: it was juyeon’s turn to be the small spoon ↬ tags: idol! juyeon, fem! reader, ft. idol! the boyz ↬ word count: 287 words

Juyeon let out a small sigh as he flipped over in his bed, trying and failing to not wake you up. “Jyu?” You mumbled his nickname and he almost melted on the spot. “Go back to sleep.” He softly pressed a kiss and attempted to get out of bed so you could have proper rest but your little whine stopped him. “If I don’t go out, you aren’t going to sleep properly.” He reasoned softly so that he wouldn’t wake up Younghoon and Sunwoo.

“C’mere.” You moved and patted the empty space in front of him, “I’ll be the big spoon today.” At times like this, Juyeon’s heart is just full of love for you. He said nothing and he curled up into a ball as you tucked his head under your chin. Ever so lightly, your hands ran through his dark locks and he felt you murmuring something. The vibrations from your body oddly calmed himself and he found himself falling asleep easier that night.

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“Hyung, you should get noona to pat you to sleep more often. Your complexion looks awesome.” Sunwoo casually mentioned as he slipped on his hoodie before leaving the room. “That boy…!” He felt his face redden and Younghoon added on, “I heard everything yesterday night. Makes me wish I had someone to care for me.” Juyeon reached out to give a hard whack, but Younghoon and Sunwoo escaped, laughing as he did so.

He looked down at his phone when it dinged. “Hope you had a good rest! I’ll be cheering amongst The Bs at the concert today :D!” He read the message again and again, causing his heart to be full of emotion. Ah, I simply love this girl.

“I’m up to the challenge.” - Chanhee

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: chanhee’s family has a shit-ton of money [i apologize] ↬ tags: student! new (chanhee), oc! baek seulgi, oc! uncle kim  ↬ word count: 717 words

↬ a/n: don’t read this. this author doesn’t know what she is writing and this was an absolute questionable piece i churned out and i’m not proud of it

“To everyone who is watching, we are at Sevit High for the Abacus Tournament Finals. Let’s warmly welcome our finalists, Choi Chanhee and Baek Seulgi!” Chanhee and Seulgi stepped up on stage and took their places.

“Contestant Choi Chanhee, what are your thoughts for the finals for this Abacus Tournament?” Chanhee proudly looked at the host, “I’m up to the challenge and I will bring glory to Sevit High.” He glanced across the stage and gazed at you and the host nodded his head, “Tension is building up between these two! Contestant Baek Seulgi, what is one thing you want to say to your opponent?” “The victory will belong to Daegu High.” Seulgi stared back at him, though he noticed that her gaze wavered.  

“Such words of confidence! With that, let’s begin!”

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“It’s the final round. Will Daegu High be victorious? Or will Sevit High bring the $3,000 home tonight?” The commentator announced and Chanhee listened closely to the host. As soon as he heard the numbers, his fingers swiftly moved across the abacus. He reached out to press the buzzer, “The answer is 42698!” “And you are correct! Congratulations Chanhee for emerging first!” Paper confetti was tossed into the air and Chanhee sighed in relief that the tournament was finally over.

The host gestured for both Chanhee and Seulgi to stand beside him. A teacher from behind handed the cheque and a certificate to Chanhee and a mic was directed to him, “Uh, I would like to thank my teachers who have been supportive of this tournament. Thank you Sevit High!” The host then held the mic out to Seulgi and he gazed at her from the corner of his eyes, “Seulgi-ssi, you must be disappointed that you hadn’t come in first place.”

“I’m surprised that I made it this far from being one of the 32 school participating to one of the finalists. A big thank you to all my teachers and classmates who’ve been tutoring me.” Seulgi gave a little bow, a certificate in her hands. “Thank you contestants.” A teacher backstage then motioned for the two of them to move off stage. Chanhee extended his hand, “It was an eye-opener to be competing against you. Seulgi-ssi.” “Me too Chanhee-ssi.”

Chanhee watched as Seulgi walked off towards the main entrance of Sevit High, but stopped in his tracks when he spotted her talking to the security guard. He inched closer to them so he could clearly see their actions. It felt wrong, but his curiosity got the better of him. He saw Uncle Kim—the security guard of Sevit High—wiping away Seulgi’s tears, but Seulgi brushed him off and stormed away, leaving Chanhee confused. As he got closer to Uncle Kim, Chanhee got his attention and Uncle Kim called out, “Chanhee, would you please go after my granddaughter? I...I can’t leave my post.” Chanhee sprinted after her as soon as he heard that.

“Ya! Baek Seulgi!” He shouted out, his legs picking up speed. When he finally caught up to her, he didn’t know what to say, “Uh, Uncle Kim...your grandfather is worried about you. You shouldn’t have run off just like that.” He muttered the last part under his breath but when he had a glimpse of her teary eyes he pulled her in for a hug. God knows what he was thinking, but all he wanted to do was to comfort her.

“Don’t cry.” “I feel so bad because I wanted to win so badly so I could ease my grandpa’s burden.” He patted her back, “I’ll give you my $3,000.” Seulgi stopped sniffling, “What? You believe me?” Chanhee explained, “My family has a shit-ton of money. I had to win their tournament so my parents have something to brag about. I don’t need the money either, so I want to give it to you.” “But you trust me?” He nodded his head, “I sense your earnestness and your desperation to do your best. I would trust you.”

“Really?” “Yeah, really.” He fished out the cheque and handed it over. Seulgi tip-toed and pressed a chaste kiss on his cheeks.

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You...can work hard and transfer into Sevit. I’ll wait for you.” (Chanhee is probably going to try and pull some strings to move Seulgi into his school.)

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“Marvel marathon. Tonight. My place.”- Hyunjae

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: one text from you is enough motivation to get hyunjae’s heart fluttering ↬ tags: non-idol! hyunjae, gn! reader, next-door-neighbour vibes~, ft. non-idol! the boyz ↬ word count: 592 words

“Marvel marathon. Tonight. My place.” Hyunjae read out the text and he shot out of the bed. “Let me guess. Superhero marathon with our neighbour next door?” Juhaknyeon playfully wiggled his eyebrows and Hyunjae’s hand landed on his pillow, picking it up and flinging it at the younger boy. “Okay! Okay! Off the lights when you go out.” Hyunjae rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he thought about how much cuddles he was going to give you.

“I’ve got the ice cream and fried chicken! Bring the CDs! Love you~” He read a new text sent by you and he walked into the living room to take out the CDs. He giggled as he re-read your message, earning a death glare from Q and Sunwoo who were trying to enjoy their horror movie. He ducked out of their sight and quickly left the dorm, going up one flight of stairs to your one room apartment at the end. 

“Hyunjae!” Your excited face caused his heart to burst into a million butterflies. “I missed you so much!” You led him in and he closed the door. You let out a squeal when he pulled you in for a chaste kiss, “I missed you more. Good thing I bought the latest movies.” Hyunjae waved the CDs in front of you and you grinned at him, effectively increasing his heart rate.

“I got you your favourite chicken and ice cream. Aren’t I the best?” You pulled him to the couch, where you had previously put some comforters and cushions on. “Of course. I’ll set it up for you.” He stopped in tracks to pull you in for a hug, “Thank you for this. I really needed it.” He gazed at you and you blushed. “Hyunjae! You’re being so cheesy.”

“And you’re being so adorable right now.” 

--

“Are you crying?” “I’m sad that Spiderman died.” You had your head on his lap and he gave a little chuckle as he wiped away your tears. 

“You’re so emotional.” “I’m not! It’s just the acting that was so touching. You were tearing up too” 

“Sure.” 

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You were snuggled in between his legs, occasionally yawning. He tucked his chin on top of your head as he stroked your nape, “If you’re tired, we can go and sleep.” “M’fine. I want to watch Scarlet Witch in action.” You reach up to pat his head, but he knows that you’ve dozed off more than once or twice while watching Endgame. 

Maneuvering his arm around you, he found you half-wake in his arms as he grabbed the remote control and switched it off. “H-hyunjae?” “We’re going to bed. You have to wake up early tomorrow.” You pushed yourself off so Hyunjae can move. He disposed of the trash and he came back to the couch to find you sleeping upright. 

“Aigoo. You must be really tired.” He easily carried you up and he shuffled into the bathroom. “Wash up.” He laughed at your reminder and he helped you to the toilet. He made a quick work of washing up and he slowly brought you to bed. "You're clingy when you're tired. In a good way." He was pretty sure you were sleeping on your feet and he chuckled. 

"Let's sleep." He guided you to your bed and you flopped down, making grabby hands for him to join you. In darkness, he adjusted so that he was the big spoon. "Night night." You mumbled and he pressed a kiss on your forehead. 

"Goodnight baby."

"I adore you."  - Changmin

find more content here: the boyz masterlist ↬ summary: repeat after me: changmin! adores! you! ↬ tags: idol! changmin, trainee! + gn! reader, mentions of idol! the boyz ↬ word count: 441 words

The first thing you saw when you blinked your eyes open was Changmin’s worried gaze. “Where...am I?” The room was pitch black and when you moved your hands you felt a soft plushie. “You’re lying on my bed.” You got up with a start, but Changmin pushed you back down. His pillow was really inviting and you were trying not to fall asleep in a bed that smelt like Changmin.

“I told you, as dancers, our health is the most important.” Changmin lightly chided so as to not wake Kevin up. From his half-squatting and half-lying position, you could have guessed that he was sleeping in Hwall’s bed which was right opposite his.

”How long was I out for?” You inched towards the left and patted the empty space beside you. Taking your cue, he got onto the lower bunk successfully, “The real question is, what were you doing half-dead in the practice room?”

“I’m not good enough.” Your tears threatened to escape as you sighed, willing them to stay in your eyes. Changmin propped himself up and looked at you, “Don’t say that. You’re working as hard as I am.” Changmin reasoned, tucking your hair behind your ears. “You don’t get it. Ji Changmin, you are basically the dancing god. A legend, to be precise.” Changmin was astounded at your sudden declaration, “I’m just...the main dancer of The Boyz.”

“But you are my role model.” “I-I am?” This piece of news hit Changmin right in the solar plexus. He felt oddly embarrassed that you were his fan and extremely elated that you had thought of him that way. “I look up so much to you. Your dancing style inspires me so much and... I...I swore I had to work hard to be at your level. But everyone is different, isn’t it?” Changmin pressed a kiss on your forehead, “I adore you. I adore you so much. C’mere.” He pulled you in for a hug and you inhaled deeply, taking in his fruity scent.

“I wish I was just as perfect as you when it comes to dancing.” You wistfully stared at him and a boxy grin popped up on his face, “Ey, don’t say that. You have your strengths too, like I’m not that fantastic at ballet, right?” You closed your eyes.

“Shush. You’re perfect in my eyes and you don’t say otherwise.”

“Yeah, and you should stop overworking yourself. I hate it when you do that.”

“Mm, okay~. Let’s sleep now.” (You buried your face into his neck and you felt his throat vibrate as he giggled, your limbs intertwined with his and you fell back into a peaceful slumber.)