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7 with mingyu 😳 thank you😁❤️

here it is! I hope you like it~~

7. is that a challenge?

[12:29 p.m.] you sit in front of minkyu, cross-legged with your makeup products laid out in front of the both of you. how did this happen? well, it just so happened that whenever minkyu came over to your house, almost every time, he caught you while you were doing your makeup. then today, you two were in your room, and minkyu spoke up, “y/n, I have an idea. why don’t I do your makeup?” that caught your attention. “why would you wanna do my makeup?” confident, minkyu pushed his shoulders back as he broadened his chest to answer, “because I’ve seen you doing your makeup so many times, I just wonder if I can do as good of a job as you do.” hearing this, you burst out laughing. minkyu furrowed his eyebrows at your reaction. resting your hand on his cheek, you coo, “oh babe, I don’t mean to discourage you or anything but it took me years to get my skill to where it is now. I don’t think it’s going to be easy.” hearing your response, minkyu scoffs, “is that a challenge? okay. then I will prove to you, that just by observing you do your makeup, I know your routine step-by-step and I will do it perfectly.” 

and now, fast forward to present time. minkyu is rubbing his hands together and you look at his determined expression: eyes darting back and forth between products and his lower lip is between his teeth, twisting and pulling on it. his eyes meet yours and you smile, and he bashfully reveals a toothy grin before saying, “don’t tell me anything, okay? just relax.” you nodded and he begins with the first step; moisturizer. then he moves on to concealer, and he places it in all the areas you generally put them in. so far, he’s doing great, you’re a little amazed. then, he grabs the liquid liner. you could see a spark of nervousness on his face, so you pat his knee in comfort, giving him words of encouragement. he has you close your eye and begins concentrating, and you feel his hand shaking as he proceeds to draw the thick line across your upper lash line. once he feels like he’s done a good job on both, he exhales in relief. “can I open my eyes now?” you ask, curious to see your face. “yeah, I have a few more things left and then you’re done!”

your eyebrows shoot up in astonishment as you see minkyu reach for your highlighter and lip tint. he really does pay attention to every step, you thought, because you were sure he wouldn’t even know to use the highlighter, let alone pick it up, but that was your favorite part of your makeup routine. he applies it in your usual places, and then applies your lip tint. “there, all done!” you grab your compact and look in the mirror of it to reveal your makeup done almost perfectly. it seemed the only thing minkyu struggled with was your eyeliner, but you don’t blame him for that. “wow! you did amazing, babe!” minkyu, now bashfully grinning, mumbled a “thank you” before you latch your arms around his neck. you pecked the tip of his nose and whispered, “sorry for doubting you earlier. you really did do an amazing job. it shows me how observant and how much of a fast learner you are. that’s just one of the many things I love about you.” the tips of his ears begin to redden, and minkyu laughs back, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “it was difficult, i’m not going to lie. I don’t know how you do it everyday, so kudos to you, too. but I think you look beautiful, regardless of whether or not you have makeup on. I love you no matter what.” and you felt your heartbeat begin to accelerate when minkyu leaned in and left a sweet kiss on your lips. and with that, the two of you just held onto each other for some time, enjoying the feeling of each other’s arms.

1 with Jinhyuk? (pdx)

here it is! I had fun writing this one too, I hope you enjoy the read!!

1. things get messy the first time you meet.

[12:35 p.m.] finals week is a pain. that is something everyone can agree on; whether they’re high school finals or graduate school finals, everyone dreads the two weeks of studying and more studying, and a little more studying before going into their exams before either absolutely bombing them or absolutely passing them with flying colors. you would think that after seven semesters, you would have tackling finals in the bag. oh, how you’ve never been more wrong. here you sat: in the local campus cafe, your notes splayed out in front of you and different colored highlighters decorating said notes. you’ve been sitting there for about four hours now. it’s routine at this point: you study for an hour, then take a 15 min break and go get yourself a small latte. you would sip it slowly before realizing you had five minutes, then you would resort to chugging the hot coffee, and then you would continue studying. as of currently, you’re done with differential calculus, biochemistry and are about 80% through with inorganic chemistry. you look at the time and decide to take another break. you get up and head to the cash register with your wallet. you give the cashier your card as she says, “coming right up, y/n!” you give her a quick ‘thank you’ before returning to your seat and stretching a little. you know it’s dangerous to ingest the amount of caffeine you’ve had today, because you’re sure you’ve had enough to coffee to keep you awake for a year. but, you’ll do anything to pass that final. even if it means becoming a jittery mess by the end of it.

“one small vanilla latte for y/n!” the girl calls out, shaking you out of your thoughts. you beeline over to the serving station, where you pick up your coffee and turn around when BAAM. the coffee is pushed into your chest and spills all over your hoodie, the cup and its lid now abandoned onto the floor. you look up at the person who’s pushed the hot beverage against you to find it to be none other than lee jinhyuk, campus flirt and also top science student. you briefly know of each other because you’ve shared a handful of classes these past four years, but you’ve never actually spoken to each other. his eyes widen at the growing mess now splashed on your black hoodie and it was at this moment that you were glad you had a thick hoodie on, although you could slightly feel the warmth of the coffee that managed to seep through the fabric. “I’m so sorry, y/n! are you okay?” jinhyuk’s voice rings in your ears, and you just blink back at him. the color begins draining from his face as he sees your gaze gradually becoming more venomous by the second. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. then you exhale, and you open them back up before giving jinhyuk a deathly smile. “it’s all good. i’m just going to go take a seat.” you grab the napkins jinhyuk frantically held in his hands and start dabbing at your hoodie, grumbling with low set eyes and you walk back over to your seat. not less than ten minutes later, a chair is pulled in front of you, and jinhyuk sits with two styrofoam cups in his hands. “here,” he offers you something. you look up at him and the steam radiating from the hot liquid. you assume it’s his way of apologizing, and right now, you need to take a break from chemistry, or you will lose it.

“thank you, jinhyuk.” you take a sip and your eyes shut in pleasure. it’s the same coffee you had ordered not too long ago; the coffee that you were now wearing. “how’d you know what it was?” you ask him, and he smiles, perhaps relieved that you didn’t lash out on him, or anything. “I’m personally not a coffee drinker myself; I prefer tea, but I asked the barista what you ordered, and she just told me what it was. so I ordered one. I’m sorry about dropping your coffee.” you take another sip of the liquid, before shaking your head, “it’s not a big deal, really. I guess I just... was moody. you know what finals can do to a person. I should be the one apologizing for the way I talked to you. it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve payed attention.” nodding, he drank his beverage. “is that inorganic chemistry?” you motions with his eyebrows towards the endless stack of papers sitting in front of you. you nod weakly, which then leads him to ask, “do you mind if I look at your notes?” you push them towards him. he picks them up and scans over them, inwardly noting how cute the little drawings of flowers and hearts were, adorned in the corners of the papers. “do you want me to help explain this to you?” you raised your eyebrows in protest. “no, I’m good. I don’t wanna keep you from studying or anything. you probably need to study for your exams too. thank you for the offer, but really, I’ll be fine.” jinhyuk leans in a bit, and the tips of your ears began to heat up. “listen, I don’t mind helping you study. I only have my inorganic chemistry final left, so if anything I’ll be helping the both of us out. and, if I can get the opportunity to study with a pretty girl like you, then of course I’m going to take it.” your eyebrows shot up at this. jinhyuk smirked at your silence and got up. “so i’ll see you at the library later at 5, deal? now come with me, let’s go get some food in you and not caffeine.” and with that, jinhyuk helps you pack you stuff and takes you by the hand towards the school cafeteria, and you follow, admiring the way your hand looks intertwined with his.

hey! can you please write keumdong + 17? thank you! hopefully this request doesn't trouble you too much :)

aww it wasn’t much trouble at all! thank you for requesting it, I really hope you like it!!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[5:47 p.m.] your day’s been nothing short of awful. this morning when you were leaving to university, you forgot to get gas, so you had to rush to a gas station. because of that, you were late to class, and your TA called you out in front of everyone. then, as if matters couldn’t get worse, you bought a coke from a vending machine and when you opened it, the fizz leaked out of the bottle and into your hands, causing a small spill. the spill was on carpet but your hands were all sticky and you felt bad, so you grabbed napkins and attempted to soak up the spilled beverage. then you went to wash your hands, only for the bathroom to run out of paper towels and there was no hand dryer either. so you left your university, hands wet and a frown etched on your face. you drove back to your apartment and halfway through you realized that you forgot to print something out that you needed the next morning for class, and you’re not sure if you ever replaced the ink cartilage in your printer. once you parked your car, you trudged into your apartment. “this day can’t get any worse.” you say aloud, sheer annoyance in your voice. you changed out of your school clothes and into pajamas. you had just sat down on your couch, after your incredibly long day, and right then, you get a phone call. it’s from your boss; he tells you that he won’t need you to come in for the week, because they’re trying to change around the schedule for some reason. you, with a shaky voice tell him it’s okay before hanging up the call.

that’s the final straw, and you just break down then and there. tears of frustration roll down your pink cheeks and you’re furiously wiping away at them. you’re groaning in frustration, and just then, you hear your door unlock. you lean your head back on the couch, still crying and you hear rushed footsteps getting closer to you. “y/n, oh my god, is everything okay?” you feel the back of your head starting to throb in pain, and you clench your teeth. “donghyun, can you just hold me?” hearing your broken voice ignites some ache inside of him, as if his heart was ripped out of his chest. he’s never heard you like this; you’ve always been his strong y/n, and no matter what happened to you throughout the day, he would always walk in on a smiling you. you just hold him tight, arms squeezed around his waist, and your head buried in his abdomen. he cradles you in his arms, occasionally patting your back, and until he’s absolutely sure you’ve calmed down to an extent, he gently hold your head in his hands, and picks up your head. you look at him with red eyes and a red nose. you still look breathtaking to him, he thinks, and then he asks, “do you wanna talk about it?” after having him sit on the couch, you lay your head in his lap and tell him about your day, and he threads his fingers through your hair, separating the strands. he listens to each word coming out of your mouth and you see different emotions flash through his eyes as you narrate your day further on. after some moments of silence, you looks down on you, orbs running across your features and then softly says, “my strong y/n is still as strong as she was when I met her five years ago. you’ve gone through so much today, and you are still so strong. you can handle more than you think but of course there are days that will end like this. that’s life, and we have to be head strong and tackle them, which you did, really well. I’m so proud of you, honey. but I think you deserve a happy ending today, as you should everyday.”

he kisses your forehead tenderly, and wipes any remaining tears that bunched up in the corners of your eyes. “tell you what, why don’t you chill here for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.” he rushed into your bedroom, and you can hear the faintest of sounds, but you can’t quite decipher what they actually are. you lean your back into the couch yet again and close your eyes. silence fills the room and your breathing slows down when suddenly, two arms engulf you, and you’re alarmed. “it’s fine, I’ve got you, princess.” donghyun says into your hair, as he carries you bridal-style to your bedroom, passing through it and stopping in the bathroom. you see your bathtub full, with the remnants of a bath bomb, bubbles floating on the surface. you see candles lit on the corners of the tub and your shower speaker is on and connected to a playlist you liked. you feel donghyun tugging your clothes off of you before he began to undress. slowly stepping into the tub, he held your hand and helped you in as well. he sat on one end, legs stretched out to the other end and he pulls you against him so that your back is in direct contact with his chest. he wraps his arms around your waist, but not tight. just enough to feel like your in his embrace. “this is so sweet, donghyun. thank you for this.” you rest your head back in the junction between his collarbone and neck, and tilt your head up to leave a small peck under his jaw. he reciprocates by leaning down and placing small kisses on your shoulder. “anything for you, my love.”

no. 2 w/ kim sihun? (pdx101) thank u! i love ur writing

hello! thanks for the request and super thanks for the compliment, I’m touched! also, the prompt is a little vague for personalizing purposes, just so I can choose what works for the muse, so hopefully you enjoyed this!

2. {insert cheesy pick up line} (original prompt) 

for sihoon: “I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.”

[9:45 a.m.] work at dr. ahn’s office was the same every morning; you came in at nine and clocked in before checking any voicemails. then, you made the doctor’s schedule and gave it to him, debrief him about his day and go back to your desk. you made your coffee and sat down as you usually do when you get a call. “this is dr. ahn’s office, how may I help you?” your co-worker hana answers the phone. you faintly hear a male voice on the other end of the line, but hana then says, “do you need to see him right away? I can find out if he’s free.” you assume she’s referring to the doctor, so you check his schedule and see that he doesn’t have an appointment until 11. “he’s free ‘till 11,” you whisper to hana, and she gives you a thumbs up before relaying this information to the person on the phone. “okay, we will see you in 15 minutes then, sir. alright, bye-bye.” hana goes to let dr. ahn know about the appointment, and you see the notes she’s jotted down while she was on the phone call. scribbled down messily, you were able to decipher “EMERGENCY: FRACTURES ON BOTH WRISTS”. oh no, you think, I wonder what happened? hana comes back some minutes later, and you ask her, “do you know what happened to the patient?” she shakes her head and tells you, “I’m not sure. All I know is that he fractured both of his wrists. I asked him why, and he seemed somewhat reluctant to tell me, so now I’m more curious.” shrugging your shoulders, you get back to your work, typing away on your keyboard. by this time, one or two patients have come in, to which hana gives the necessary paperwork to complete. the clinic increasingly becomes busier but it’s nothing either your or hana can’t handle.

one by one, patients come and leave the office, with dr. ahn providing you with their prescriptions and bill. just as one patient was leaving with her child, a young man walked in, who looked like he was about your age, and he brought (you assume) his friend with him, who held the door open for him. the man’s hands were in a strange position and he clenched his jaw in pain. his friend came up to the counter. “hi, I called in earlier today, my friend fractured his wrists?” he’s incredibly handsome, you think and it seems hana can sense what you’re thinking, because she pushes the paperwork over to him and says, “can I have your friend come in? I will need to take his vitals.” the boy in front of you looks up at hana, before hodding and helping his friend through the door. once hana was able to take the patient into one of the rooms, the boy went and sat back down in the waiting area, filling out the form. you continued your work, and from time to time, snuck glances at the boy. smooth skin, a steep angle on his nose bridge and bright eyes are some of his many key points. he was gorgeous. you don’t wanna seem creepy or anything, because you don’t even know the guy so in embarrassment, you snap your eyes back onto your screen. “excuse me,” the boy is now in front of you. he bites down on his lip slightly, and you can see the shadow of a dimple imprinted into his cheek. “here’s the paper work.” he hands you the clipboard with the small stack of papers. you take it from him and mumble a small, but audible “thank you.” you begin typing in the information; it seemed that the patient’s name was eunsang, and the friend that brought him here (that you were ogling) was named sihoon. “do you mind if I ask you something?” you ask sihoon, who’s still standing at your counter. he blinks, motioning for you to continue. “what happened to your friend? he fractured both wrists; that’s not a very common injury. sure, we’ve seen one wrist fractured or the other but never both at the same time. sorry if I seem too invasive or anything, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to..” you notice a small smile growing on his face, then he clears his throat, “I shouldn’t make fun of it, but since you asked, eunsang tripped over a blanket.” sihoon tells you this, then bursts out laughing. you feel a tiny smile growing on your face before you scold yourself to not laugh at the discomfort of a patient. how rude of you. “really? that’s possible?” “can you believe it? I was at his house, then..” and from here, sihoon tells you the hilarious story of how he asked eunsang for a glass of water, and on his way back his feet got caught in his blanket and that’s how he fell.

you wipe the corners of your eyes, “although I shouldn’t be laughing at this at all, I never would have imagined that one small slip can cause such an injury.” just then, you hear dr. ahn coming out, walking alongside eunsang whose wrists now have casts on them, and behind the two of them is hana, who made copies of eunsang’s prescriptions and bill. “now eunsang, I’m going to need you to be very careful with your wrists, okay, no hard pressure and nothing too strenuous. I’m afraid you won’t be able to drive for a few days, so you will need to arrange for a ride.” as dr. ahn advised him, eunsang turned his head to sihoon, and jokingly said, “looks like you’re going to be my chauffeur.” sihoon laughed at this and his nose scrunched up all cute. you took note of this and eunsang thanked the doctor once more before heading out with sihoon. they stop by the door, and before they leave sihoon comes back to you, and your eyebrows shoot up as he gestured for you to come closer with his hand. you lean in an he tells you, “can I make an appointment with you, maybe tomorrow for some lunch? I think I’m suffering from a lack of vitamin you.” you chuckle at his cheesy pun, before taking a scrap of paper and jotting your number down. you hand him the note and say, “text me when you’re free, and we can arrange something.” sihoon leaves you with one last dimpled smile and a wave before heading back out with eunsang. who knew the things that would stem out of an injury like that?

10 & hwang yunseong? ♡♡

hello, thanks for the request! I hope you like it!! this is the LAST mystery drabble request, so I hope I ended it on a good note :)

10. he comes to you for… advise on how to ask someone out (the catch: he’s trying to ask you out)

[4:21 p.m.] the student traffic is long gone, as you wait by your locker for yunseong to arrive. the boy got caught up with the art club, because they needed help with transporting things from the art teacher’s car to the art room, and you know how it was probably hard for him to say ‘no’; it always has been and will be. you came to know yunseong since elementary school, in fact he’s your best friend. or so you tell yourself, at least. because there are times when he sits next to you, intently listening to the story your friends narrate that you pay attention to his side profile, and how you’ve never really noticed the curve of his adam’s apple, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. these are all things that you know you’ve started noticing, but you can’t bring yourself to say that maybe you do like yunseong. but that’s never going to be a thing, right? you and yunseong have always been friends and you know it’ll always be that way. “finally,” you call out as his silhouette becomes clearer and he’s briskly walking back to you. “sorry I kept you waiting, the art teacher had so many cans of paint in her car. I thought it was endless.” you laugh and the both of you leave the beige building, and head to your car. it was a tradition that the two of you’ve kept up for a little over three years but every tuesday, after school was over you would go get boba. this was your thing, and most of the time it would even be the highlight of your week because all you really spend your time doing is school work or work at your part-time. 

you two sit in your car and yunseong messes around with the radio while you reverse in the school parking lot. eventually, he settles on letting iu’s “palette” play through the muffled speakers of your car. “y/n, can I ask for some advice?” you’re at a red light, and you’re glad otherwise you might’ve braked the car while you were still driving. “…there’s a girl, that I’m interested in, and I’m not sure how to ask her out. do you think you can help me out?” you tried not to let the disappointment show on your face, but you didn’t do too good of a job because yunseong immediately asks, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before, I just had to be sure that I liked her.” you go along with yunseong’s statement and lie, “at least you told me now, rather than later. hmm, do you have an idea of how you want it to go?” yunseong smiles before he replies. “all I know is that I want to ask her out in a cute way. something that makes her heart flutter,” and yunseong’s ears go pink at this. “gosh, y/n I don’t know what to do. tell me: if someone were to ask you out, how would you want them to do it? you answer that and I’ll come up with something based off of that for her,” you nod, before you park your car and see the familiar neon sign in your peripheral vision. “firstly, I’d like for a guy to give me something, maybe like a single flower or even like a bag of hot cheetos, because that’s the kind of junk foodie I am.” yunseong snorts, “true,” which earns him a small shove on the arm. “hey! anyways, I’d like for it to happen when there aren’t many people around. maybe just me and him, I think that’s very romantic. finally, a sweet gesture at the end of his confession would seal the deal for me. that’s the sweetest thing ever!” you look up in wonder and don’t notice the way yunseong is admiring you as an artist admired their favorite work of art. you shrugged before looking at yunseong, who whipped his head back towards the front, and looked away. “tell me how your confession goes, and tell me if she says yes. she’d be an idiot if she says no, she won’t know what she’d be missing out on.” yunseong smiles and ruffles your hair, and your hands immediately go up to fix it as he opens the door to the tea house, letting you go in first.

it’s been about a week since yunseong shared his secret with you. to say the least, your heart has been hurting, and not because he didn’t tell you about it. he’d always seen you as a friend and he always will. you smile a bittersweet grin when the image of his eyes lighting up just talking about the girl presents itself in front of you. she won’t know how lucky she is, that’s for sure. it’s been hard to not think about it, and soon you’d start seeing less of yunseong. that’s where the pain felt worse: when you thought about yunseong not being by your side any longer. you’re thinking all of this, waiting for yunseong once again to meet you by your locker, when you see him. he walks slowly this time, hands behind his back. he keeps biting his lip and his eyes are shooting across the hallway, not looking at you. as he finally comes in front of you, with a deep inhale, yunseong tells you, “y/n, this is for you.” from behind his back, his hands come up to reveal a single sunflower in one hand and a bag of hot cheetos in the other. your eyes widen as yunseong starts, “remember when I asked you for advice on how to confess to someone? well, that someone, if you haven’t figured it out yet, is you. I’ve liked you for so long, and I just want to be able to call you mine. will you go out with me?” your eyes peer up at his, and you smile wide as you except the items before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “yes, yunseong, i’ll go out with you.” relieved, he lets out a sigh and reciprocates the hug. “I can’t believe you said yes.” you pull back from the hug and yunseong ticks some stray hairs behind your ear. “I can’t believe the world’s most beautiful girl is mine.” and this marked the beginning of one of the most beautiful relationships you’ve had the privilege to be a part of, and you couldn’t be happier.