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the mystery drabble game, by @sweetdejun

I’m so happy to finally share this with you all!!

i’ve been working on this game for a few weeks, and now that my previous drabble game is officially over, here’s my new drabble game!

so this is how it’s going to work:

you can request anyone, I will write for pdx101, x1, bts, got7, day6, nct, sf9, ikon and others. all you need to do is the following:

1. pick your muse (who do you want me to write for?)

2. pick a number from 1-19 (this is going to be the ‘prompt’ per se; it can be how you meet, a moment in your relationship or even a line of dialogue.)

the catch: the only thing you can control is who this is going to be with. the prompt will determine whether it will come out as angsty or fluffy. each time someone requests something, I will display the number they chose, along with what it is (i’ll write out the prompt, so eventually everyone will know what number corresponds with what prompt) dm me if any of this is confusing, but without further ado, requests are open!

p. s. if you really want something angsty, I suggest going for prompts 5, 13 or 19.

Could you do Junho and 7?

thank you for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it!

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[10:30 a.m.] this is it, you think. today’s the day you get your final report card handed to you. you could feel the nervousness growing as the other students, one by one, enter the classroom. you see your friends, heejin and moyeon, walk in. they sit in front of you in their seats and turn around. “don’t worry, y/n. as usual, you’ll pass with all A’s again.” heejin tells you. “yeah like you have for the last year now.” moyeon adds in. you lightly scoff, “don’t jinx it, guys. anything’s possible. I feel more nervous now than I have ever been.” moyeon pats your hand in an attempt to comfort you. “relax, y/n. you’re going to do fine. anyways, you girls have any plans after school today? we could go get some celebratory boba!” you tilt your head, asking, “what are we celebrating?” heejin and moyeon simultaneously exclaim, “the last day of junior year!” which caused a few of the people in the classroom to weirdly glance at you three. you just laughed, and the girls joined in. then, in through the door walks your crush, cha junho. he’s laughing with his friends dongpyo and hyungjun. “stop giving him heart eyes, y/n!” heejin squeaks, and as a response, you shove her arm, the back of your neck heating up. dongpyo coincidentally happens to be your desk partner, so when you see him heading over, you shush the girls. he takes a seat and smiles at you three. “so, are we ready for report cards?” you shook your head no, to which dongpyo said, “you’ll do fine, ms. star student.” heejin whined, “ugh, my mom said if my grades drop, I won’t be allowed to go to the bangtan concert.” heejin whined, before putting her head down dramatically. moyeon leaned over and whispered just loud enough for you guys to hear, “ if you don’t go, can I have the ticket?” heejin’s head shot up at this and she yelped, “yah!” which caused a few heads to turn your way. you laughed at the scene unfolding in front of you, shaking your head at your friends’ childish behavior.

you shift your gaze slightly to see junho staring at you. quickly, you snapped your eyes back to your friends, a light blush dusting your cheeks. at that moment, your teacher walks in with a small stack of papers in his hand. the entire class gradually quiets down as he sets down his things. “ all right, all right, settle down.” the teacher lifts up a paper. “I have your final report cards, I will distribute these and once I finish, you are free to go. I hope you all enjoy your summer, and I will see you next year.” this causes applause to roar among the students and then your teacher clears his throats before starting. “cha junho, y/l/n y/n, kim heejin. please come up here and get your report cards.” you and heejin stand and so does junho. once you guys get your report cards you sit down. you are anxious, but your curiosity gets the best of you as you begin to examine the sheet of paper. you were shocked; you were expecting all a’s and are bombarded with not a single a, but mainly c’s and some b’s here and there. you must look terrified because dongpyo starts rubbing up and down your shoulder and tears drop onto the report card. heejin does a small dance in her chair; you could only assume that that means she’s going to her concert. you put your head down until the last name is called. what had happened? why did your grades look like this? did you underestimate your junior year? things weren’t adding up and you still cried. then you heard dongpyo being called up, then moyeon and then one by one, people started leaving. your head was still on the desk, supported by your arms. moyeon and heejin tried getting you up but you were stubborn. just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you knew it wasn’t heejin or moyeon, but your hunch was confirmed when you heard, “y/n, I think they made a mistake.” you recognize junho’s voice and you moved your head out from your arms.

with a tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes you look up and see junho handing you a report card. you take it and read it: all a’s and you look at the top. it has your name on it. hurriedly, you look back at the one you originally received and sure enough, the name on that one was ‘cha junho’. “I-I’m so sorry, here,” you hand junho his report card back, which has some of your tears on it. he smiles at this and then says, “are my grades that terrible, that they made you cry?” you blush at his comment and shake your head, avoiding his teasing gaze. “well, now that we have these things sorted out, we’ll meet you by your locker, y/n.” the girls wave towards you with heejin wiggling her brows. dongpyo then says, “uh, yeah, I’ve gotta, umm, meet seungwoo hyung! yes! I’ll do that! see ya!” leaving you two in the classroom. you get up to collect your things and put them into your bag, and junho suggests, “you know, I was thinking. why don’t you tutor me over the summer? I mean you are an all A student, and I could use the extra help, for the sake of my GPA.” you widen your eyes at this. junho laughs and heads to the door. right before leaving, he turns towards you and says, “if you want to do it, I left you my number on your report card. let me know soon,” and winks before he leaves you in the room. your summer was going to be busy indeed.

18 with Seungyoun? (x1)

here you go!! I hope you enjoy it~~ (also slightly steamy in the end)

18. “that’s hot.”

[5:39 p.m.] “and so long story short, eunsang and dongpyo are finally out of the basement they somehow managed to lock themselves in.” seungyoun’s voice rings through your speakerphone. you giggle at the antics of your younger friends. “oh, by the way. seungyoun, are you free tomorrow night? wheein told me about a couple’s salsa class, at the dance studio near your dorm. she’s going with her boyfriend. and she invited us. what do you say?” seungyoun hums in thought before giddily replying, “sounds fun! I’ll pick you up?” “yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow then. love you!” “love you too, babe! bye!” and seungyoun ends the call. you don’t know how to explain the emotions going through you right now: you’re happy because you get to spend time with your boyfriend, especially since his debut is around the corner. you’re also nervous because you have a secret, which is that you dance (really well), but you don’t dance in front of others. call it an insecurity of yours or maybe it’s just your introverted self, but only about three or four other people have seen you dance before. this is the first time you’ll dance in front of seungyoun or even anyone you’ve ever dated. so for you, this is a huge step to be taking, and all you can hope for is that you don’t embarrass yourself or seungyoun tomorrow. 

24 hours later, here you are, walking to the dance studio with seungyoun, hands interlocked. “I’ve never seen you dance before, this is going to be fun.” you nervously avert your gaze from seungyoun’s face and onto the concrete, shifting between your shoes and his. “what’s wrong?” seungyoun asks, with concern laced in his voice. “do you not want to do this?” you look into his eyes for a split second and sigh. “it’s not that I don’t want to do this, it’s just that, I’m shy to dance in front of you,” you mumbled the last part, hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but he did because he started laughing loudly. “babe! you’re too cute, do you know that? hey, don’t be nervous, I’m looking forward to seeing how well you move to the beat of the music,” he boops your nose, and before you know it you are standing in front of the dance studio. before going in, seungyoun takes both your hands and looks you in the eye. “listen, y/n, if you’re uncomfortable, in any way, then we don’t have to go. we can just ditch this and go bowling or something.” you shook your head, and replied confidently, “I’m sure I want to do this, I have to overcome this ‘fear’ of dancing in front of other people. I’m fine, thank you for your concern though, babe. let’s go, we’ll be late.” you drag him in behind you, entering the dance studio. you scope the area for wheein and her boyfriend. it’s not hard because she spots you first, and waves excitedly, gesturing for you to come over. you and seungyoun make your way towards them.

you exchange small talk with them until you hear a loud, “good evening!” radiating across the room. the salsa instructor smiles wide through her painted red lips. she’s wearing a black dress with red, high heeled shoes. her partner joins her a few moments later; his hair is slicked back and he’s adorned in a black and red frilly shirt and black slacks. “welcome my beautiful little lovebirds! I’m carmela, and joined with me today is my husband, fernando. are we ready to salsa tonight?” scattered cheers and claps are heard, which causes carmela to shake her head. “I need more energy than that. again, are we ready to dance?” this time, everyone collectively raises their voices of approval, including you four. “then let’s begin!” fernando exclaims and then they started teaching you all basics. you slowly began feeling yourself, getting the hang of every sway and roll you needed to do, as well as the intense footwork. no less than an hour later, you and seungyoun, along with the other couples, begin following fernando and carmela. there comes a part where seungyoun places his hands on your hips and you’re supposed to sway them. well, when you do, seungyoun slightly yanks you towards him, pressing his body against yours, and he lowly whispers in your ear, “that’s hot.” you’re thankful that your cheeks are red because you’re dancing and are exhausted, because it concealed any sort of blushing caused by seungyoun’s comment. you keep following the dance instructor, taking into note the tightening of seungyoun’s grip on your hips and the increasing intensity of his dancing. “alright excellent job, everyone. let’s take a water break!” fernando calls out and everyone retreats to their respective corners of the room. seungyoun drags you to an isolated corner and traps you against the wall, with both hands on either side of your head. “why don’t we ditch the class?” he heavily breathes out. “why? we’re having fun, right?” you innocently question, to which he chuckles before leaning in and saying against your lips, “I like the way your body moves, and I wanna see more of it... in private.” needless to say, you decided to leave the class early and when you tell wheein on your way out, she sends you a text saying “girl go get some” (spoiler alert: you did ;) )

For the mystery drabble game-Seungwoo and 7?

here it is, thank you for requesting this! I hope you really like it!! this is slightly shorter than some of the other stuff I’ve written, but I hope you enjoyed the read regardless

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[2:27 p.m.] you are a very particular person; you like your toast crunchy, you set three alarms in the morning otherwise you won’t wake up on time, and you plan what you’ll be making for dinner monday through friday on the weekend. that’s just how you were, and it’s never bothered you or anyone around you. in fact, because of your precise personality, many of your friends and family have praised you for being so detail-oriented. but that’s a different story for a different time. one thing that tagged along with your particularity was that when you would do any sort of online shopping, once made available, you would track your package. you’ve always done it and it never seems to fail you. you are always guaranteed to receive your package when the mail service says so, and to this day, they’ve never disappointed you. but, maybe sometimes unexpected things happen, seldom to teach particular people like you some sort of lesson. 

you’ve just checked your email and clicked the one regarding your most recent amazon delivery. you ordered a step-by-step calligraphy guidebook and a set of calligraphy pens you’ve been dying to get your hands on. now that both things are here, you can’t wait to embark on your newly-found hobby. you whistle down to your mailbox and unlock the small metal door. sure enough, with some spam mail, a few coupons for the pizza place down the street and some bills, your package lies for you to open. grabbing your mail and shoving it between your arm and shoulder blade, you lock up the mailbox door and head back up to your apartment. you unlocked the door to the cozy space and plop yourself down on the couch. you sort through your mail and put them in appropriate piles, then you open up your package. instant shock runs through your veins as you try to decipher the products you’ve just unboxed. you expected a cute little calligraphy how-to guide and your colorful calligraphy pens, just waiting to be used. instead, you’ve unwrapped the manila-colored packaging to reveal hair gel, a mini buddha statue and a small bottle of propolis. huh, you think, amazon’s messed up before, but never this badly. upon further inspection and out of sheer curiosity, you looked back at the packaging these items came in, and your heart stopped. this package wasn’t yours, it belonged to han seungwoo, one of your neighbors and one of the most attractive human beings you’ve ever laid your eyes on. he’s the quiet, shy boy who you sometimes hear humming to himself in the elevator or the one who’s super friendly to mrs. jung, your older neighbor who you’ve always seen as your grandmother. “shit,” you curse under your breath, “what is he going to think, that someone stole his package? I should go return this stuff to him, as soon as possible.” you check the time, and you hope that he is home now. so you gather the items in your hands and head over to his apartment.

he’s not too far from you; if you go down the hallway and then take a right, he’s somewhere in the middle. just to confirm his address, you brought the ripped up amazon packaging, too, and find his front door. you knock with one hand, trying to balance the items in the other. not even two minutes later, the door opens to reveal a smiling seungwoo, who’s wearing a t-shirt that beautifully flatters the tattoo peeking on his collarbone. “uh, I believe I have some stuff for you,” you tell him before handing him the things. “oh? I didn’t know amazon had your neighbors delivering stuff to you,” he teased, although you could see a growing pink on his cheeks. it was your turn to shy away from as you tell him shamefully, “I may have received it in my mailbox, and I may have also ripped it open in excitement because I was anticipating something else. so... that’s why I’m here. I’m so sorry,” you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a gesture seungwoo notices makes you look angelic. but he pushes those thoughts to the side and clears his throat, before saying, “it’s not a big deal. actually, I’m glad you’re here because I have your package. of course, I didn’t open it or anything,” -you glare at him with your eyes squinted- “but I have it here for you, safe and sound. let me grab it real quick,” and he steps into his apartment. a short few minutes later, he’s back at the door, and your package is in his hand. you grab it from him and subconsciously take note of the light zing you felt as his fingertips grazed your own. “see you around, y/n.” he softly smiles, before closing the door and you’re on your way back. you check the package as you walk back to your apartment, to find your name on it (thank god) and you see, scribbled down on the bottom, “meet me for coffee this weekend? XXX-XXX-XXXX” and just maybe, you wished the mailman would screw up again like this in the future.

i'm afraid i'm gonna regret it but 10 + eunsang please!

here it is! I hope you don’t regret it, lol and I hope you enjoy the read instead!

10. he comes to you for... help on tying his tie.

[6:35 p.m.] you’re frantically running around your apartment because you have a handful of chores left but you also need to start getting ready. a friend of yours, hangyul, is throwing a party to celebrate his 20th birthday and he’s doing it at a really fancy restaurant so, you only deemed it appropriate to dress formally, also. he invited you there by 7:30 which meant you needed to leave by 7, which also meant eunsang, your best friend (who you’ve secretly also been harbouring feelings for) should be at your house by 7. “fuck it, I’ll just do everything else when I get home.” you tell yourself and rush to your bedroom to go get ready. you’re surprised because what usually takes you an hour took you 15 minutes today. you cleaned up well for the time that you had. you had just finished applying your lipstick when your doorbell rang. “must be eunsang,” you say, approaching the door. you open it to reveal eunsang, standing there and you scan his appearance. he’s dressed in a long sleeved red dress shirt, and black slacks. his hair is pushed back, and he looks divine. he gives you a smile and waves, “hi. can I come in?” you scold yourself in your head for staring at him for that long and you open the door wider for him to step in.

“you look beautiful, y/n.” he hugs you, arms securing themselves around your waist as you reciprocate the hug by draping your arms around his shoulders. “thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” this brought out nothing but a smirk on eunsang’s face and a cocky, “when am I not?” this earned him a small smack on his forearm and you went to grab your purse, and hangyul’s present. “are you ready to leave?” you hear eunsang’s voice call. “yeah, let me just grab my shoes.” once you are absolutely sure you have everything, you head towards the door, and slip on your heels. and just as you turned the doorknob, eunsang’s hand grabbed your wrist. “wait, can you help me with this?” you turn and see a tie, neatly folded in his hand. “where did you have it?” he smiles sheepishly and says, “it was in my back pocket? and I didn’t put it on because I don’t know how, so I figured I would ask you for help.” aw, how cute, you thought in your head and asked him to give you the tie. he steps in front of you and you realize your drastic height difference doesn’t help in the situation you’re in. as you try to reach up, you fail because you can’t even get the tie around eunsang’s neck. with the both of you laughing at your struggle, you have him bend down a little.

you try not to notice eunsang’s gaze running over your features, and you begin to tie his tie. and if anyone were to see the image you two were creating, well, it would look like you’ve been dating for some time. as you finished it off, you softly whispered, “there you go, it’s all done.” you look up from the printed fabric into his eyes and find him already looking at you, his eyes boring into your own with a flash of what you assume is warmth (you say that since it’s quite similar to how you generally look at eunsang). the room is filled with your silence for a bit, until the tension is broken when eunsang whispers, “can I kiss you?” you nod a little too soon, and eunsang leans in and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. your eyes flutter shut and you rest your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. he does the same by engulfing you in his arms and pressing you against his chest. the languid sounds of your kisses fill the room, and bounce off the walls until you both separate, breathing hard. eunsang rests his forehead against your own, smiling and you mirror his expression. “you have lipstick on your lips,” you mumble and run your thumb across eunsang’s stained mouth, wiping away the light traces of red that managed to transfer. “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, y/n.” you shift your gaze back to eunsang’s earnest face. “me too.” you mutter loud enough for him to hear, and he beams, “I really like you. a lot. be mine?” you smile wide and envelope him in your arms in an embrace, “I really like you a lot, too. I’ll be yours, eunsang.” and from there, you two headed out to hangyul’s party, hand-in-hand and loving smiles for one another on your faces.

wooseok + 18? 👉🏽👈🏽

hii!! thanks for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this one! here it is, and I hope you enjoy the read!!

18. that’s hot.

[9:52 a.m.] “come on, wooseok, get out of the car, or we’re gonna be late!” you watch your boyfriend fix his hair for the umpteenth time since he sat in your car on the way to the gym. you are a spinning instructor at your local gym, and wooseok’s never attended one of the classes taught by you. surprisingly enough, though, when you met for the first time, you met at the gym. you had left a spinning class (that you weren’t teaching) and bumped into wooseok, who was going to play racquetball with his buddy (who you later learned was jinhyuk). then, you met up at a coffee shop and things kind of started there. now, you two were in a relationship for quite a few months, and it was while wooseok was on summer vacation with his family, that you applied for a job at the gym, and got accepted. and so for the last two months, you’ve been taking on the tuesday/thursday 10-11 spinning class. most of the people that attended your classes were either mothers who dropped their kids off to daycare, or women who were in their late 40s, and a few men in their 30s and 50s here and there. this was wooseok’s first experience with a spinning class, in general, so when he learned you were working here, he had to come to check it out for himself. wooseok groaned from the car, “ugh fine. after class, you wanna grab smoothies?” you open the door to the gym, and turn to look at him, “let’s go to the class first.” 

you greeted the front desk staff, who knew you by name. “hey, y/n! who’s this?” your best friend at work, seungyoun, asks you. “he’s my boyfriend. wooseok, meet seungyoun, he works here with me.” seungyoun sticks out his hand for wooseok to shake, which he does, but as you guys head to the spinning room wooseok says, “that guy definitely has a crush on you. I can see it in his eyes. I’m glad I’m here with you today.” you click your tongue and tell him, “he’s got a girlfriend. and he’s not my type; you are,” and you wink at him. within a few minutes, your regular attendees shuffle into the room. once it hits 10, you turn on your mic and say, “good morning everyone? are we ready to work our muscles?” you hear a few whoops and wooseok is just smiling at you, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. “alright, everyone now let’s get onto our bikes and start really slow, for our warm-up.” you display the proper technique, focusing on keeping your core tight and moving your legs on the pedals slow enough. after a few minutes, you say, “now we have to pick up the pace.” after a couple rounds of interval training; going slow to fast, then back to slow to fast, and in a blink of a moment, you were finishing off the class and applauding your attendees encouragingly. “thank you, everyone! you all did wonderful today, and I will see you next week.” you get off the bike and go to the edge of the elevated platform you’re on, to grab your towel. 

wooseok approaches you a few moments later, sweaty and panting. “you know,” he breathes out, “this is a lot more engaging than racquetball, but I’ll be so sore after this, I just know it.” you breathily laugh at his remark and wipe off some of his sweat too. “you’re doing great, babe. and you know what, you’ve got great stamina.” wooseok smirks at this, and says, “this is not the only thing I could use my great stamina for,” and you push him slightly, shushing him. “don’t say that here, at least wait for them to leave.” you scan the room and everyone is busy in small talk with each other. wooseok smiles smugly, then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you wipe the sweat that layered over your forehead with that back of your hand, and wooseok leans in by your ear and whispers, “that’s hot,” before nipping at your ear. at this point, everyone’s left the room, and it’s just you, wooseok and a dark room with many mirrors and very few windows. keeping that in mind, you subconsciously lean your head to the side a little to give wooseok more access, and you let out a soft sigh as his mouth moves down your ear, then under your jaw, then begins littering your neck with small pecks and nips. “let’s go home and finish what we started here, baby.” wooseok’s voice vibrated against your neck and you nod obediently, and the both of you compose yourselves before leaving the gym and rushing back home.

(don’t think seungyoun missed the small hickies that started forming on your neck when you came back a few days later, and that you left that day later than you usually do, so when he sees you leaving class, he bluntly asks you, “so, was the sex good?” needless to say, you repeatedly hit seungyoun’s arm and then when you got home, it was wooseok’s turn.) 

7 + kang minhee? :)

hiii thanks for the request! I adore minhee, he’s such a fuzzball lol! I hope you enjoy the read

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[12:23 p.m.] when people asked you what your favorite season was, your answer had always been the same for as long as you can remember: it’s autumn. something about the leaves falling and the smell of cinnamon sugar and pumpkin in the air brought its own weirdly comforting warmth. you loved that the sun would be out and the temperature would be in the high 60s. you loved that you could wear sweaters and cardigans literally all day. you loved that you could come home after a long day and fix yourself a mug of hot cocoa, and your feet could be swaddled in fuzzy socks. you just love autumn, okay? one great thing that came with the season of autumn is the endless cravings you have for pumpkin spice mochas. that’s why you usually found yourself in line at your favorite cafe almost every three or four days, lining up to get one of these beverages in your hands. it’s been your fifth or sixth time here, so when the baristas see you, they wave and ask you about your day. you’ve become friends with them, and it hasn’t even been a month of coming here. you reach the front of the line and see a new face behind the register. he looks a little younger, maybe by two or three years. your eyes go to his name tag, where the name “jinwoo” is neatly visible. “hi, what can I get for you today?” you smile at the contrasting voice coming from him. “hi, can I get a small pumpkin spice mocha, please?” he rings it up and asks for your payment. you give him the exact change and he grins, “it’ll be ready shortly.”

and so you make your way to the other end of the counter and one of your barista friends, joy pops in from the back to say hi. “yeah, we’re needing more help, so we decided to open up our application to college freshmen, too. the kid was so sweet in his interview, that’s what the manager said, too.” you pout at her words. “he’s so tiny, I wanna protect him,” and joy laughs at your words. you hear, “y/n!” and joy passes your drink over to you before saying, “I’ve gotta head back over and help there, I’ll see you later.” you wave goodbye to her and take a seat. the steam is piping out from the opening on the lid, and you take a sip. something tastes…different. it’s not the usual taste of pumpkin you’re getting. it’s a little more… like you just brushed your teeth. take a sip again, and when you figure out what it is, you pucker your lips a little. it’s peppermint: of course, it is, it’s overpowering and minty. you’ve just received a peppermint mocha. you check on the cup at lo and behold, your name is written on the cup. “huh.” you get up and head back towards the counter. joy is just ringing up a customer’s order when she sees you approach the counter, she’s a little concerned. normally, you take your coffee, sit down and finish it before bidding your farewells and leaving the cafe. she comes up to you and you tell her, “I didn’t order this.” joy’s eyebrows shoot up and she asks, “who took your order?” she asks, examining the cup and the hurried “peppermint mocha” scribbled down on the side of the cup. “I think the new boy, but don’t scold him or anything.” joy seems hesitant at your advice, but sighs and nods. “jinwoo, can you come here please?” and in the time jinwoo takes to come over, someone else has approached the counter. he wore a black hat that covered tufts of his blonde hair. he was slender and tall and a small pout settled on his thin lips. “I think you gave me the wrong drink.” his gentle voice rings as he tells joy. her gaze shifts between your cup and his, and you can see the gears shifting in her head. jinwoo comes along, and joy asks him if he mixed yours and the boy’s drinks up.

you see the poor boy’s face redden and he stutters out, “I’m so s-sorry, I must’ve rushed and written the wrong names on the cups. please forgive me!” you shake your head, “it’s okay, it happens, I understand. I’ll buy another one,” but joy cuts you off, “are you joking, y/n? we won’t let you pay for another one, we’ll remake it for you,” then she looks at the boy standing next to you, “and you too, minhee-ssi. it’s free of charge for you, also, so sit tight. we’ll whip up your drinks in a few minutes.” the boy (minhee, you note) smiles wide and thanks joy profusely. “thank you guys for letting us know, and I’m so sorry again. I will definitely work harder to make sure I’m not doing things in a hurry.” jinwoo apologizes once more and minhee says, “it’s no big deal, dude. really, don’t worry too much about it.” joy and jinwoo head to the back to make your drinks and you and minhee are waiting awkwardly by the counter. “so,” you start, “peppermint mocha, huh? I guess it’s an acquired taste.” minhee looks at you, and a fond smile makes its way onto his mouth. “yeah, the same definitely goes for pumpkin.” you fold your arms, and snort, “pumpkin spice is the flavor of the season. peppermint is for winter, buddy.” minhee scoffs and pulls off his hat momentarily to run a hand through his hair (you wonder what it feels like to run your fingers through it subconsciously and the tips of your ears go pink) before readjusting his hat. “you’ve got a point there. but, pumpkin mocha, peppermint mocha, we know one thing: we both wanted mochas, that’s probably how he confused the orders,” your eyes go to jinwoo who’s making the hot drinks, adding the milk to the cups. “he’s a sweet kid. I’ve seen him here many times.” you hear minhee say and your attention is once again brought back to him. “I’ve been coming here for coffee since I moved here, and I don’t know what it is, but I keep coming back.” your eyebrows shoot up at this and you beam, “I know right? it’s like I don’t see any other cafe beside this one, coffee is all I spend my money on nowadays, too and that’s insane to me.” then you guys talk about what you do, what your hobbies are and minhee seems genuinely interested in what you’re saying. his nose also crinkles up when he smiles and you notice the small freckles that are scattered across the span of his cheeks. “y/n? your coffee’s ready,” joy’s voice brings you back and you thank her before taking a sip and sighing with your eyes closed. “so, y/n, since you come by here often, do you think you’ll maybe come by here tomorrow?” a light dust of pink forms on both of your cheeks, and joy sees the exchange and smiles, before passing minhee his coffee and shuffling to the back once again. “I want to get to know you a little more, so why not over some coffee?” bashfully, you look away from minhee’s careful gaze and nod, biting your bottom lip. and just before you leave, you grab a napkin and a pen (courtesy of jinwoo) before writing down your phone number and a little “see you tomorrow :)” on the napkin and hand it to minhee. “wah, and to think my mistake led to a blooming romance.” jinwoo mumbles and he earns a small smack on the arm from joy, before taking the next customer’s order.

17 + Junho? ♥︎♥︎

hello, thanks so much for the request! I kept this one shorter than the usual amount of what I write, just because I didn’t want to have to ramble on with this one, so regardless of the length, I really hope you like it!

17. he does something sweet for you.

[7:43 a.m.] you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. you stretched your arms and legs and began getting out of bed when you noticed the space next to you, which was filled the night before, is empty right now. junho must’ve gone to the bathroom, you think, and get up and out of bed. five minutes pass and junho doesn’t come out of the bathroom. you go up to the door and knock on it, for safe measures. after hearing no response, you slowly twist the knob and the door opens to reveal…absolutely nobody. “huh,” you shrug and head over to the sink to brush your teeth and wash your face. once you finish those things, you head down your hallway and into your kitchen, to find junho at the dining table, with a box of donuts and two coffees. he turns once he hears your footsteps and smiles. “good morning! how’d you sleep?” you drag your feet over to him and hug his waist, kissing his cheek. “good morning. what are you doing awake, you don’t have practice until the afternoon, I thought?” “yeah, but I know you have an interview later on this morning, so I just wanted to do something for you, for good luck. so I went out and got you those donuts from across the street that you love so much, and some coffee.”

your attention diverges to the aqua-colored box, which held your favorite peanut butter donuts and junho’s favorite pistachio donuts. you beam and look back at him, before squishing his face between your hands and kissing him. “thank you, baby.” he kisses you again, with much more fervor and passion, pulling you close to him and keeping the distance between you two very small. you rarely see this side of junho because even though your relationship has been strong for two years, so far, junho still shies away from showing you intense affection. when he does, though, you always welcome it, so your hands go to his hair, tangling your fingers in his chocolate locks. once you both feel the burn in your lungs, you pull away, heavily breathing. “thank you so much for the breakfast, junho, you really shouldn’t have ruined your sleep for it.” he smoothes down your hair and says, “it’s really no problem, y/n. I wish you good luck on your interview today, you’ll kill it and you’ll secure the job, just watch.” your heart swelled at the sincere smile that formed on his mouth and the loving gaze he set upon you.

and a few days later, you got a phone call from the company letting you know that they wanted to hire you and when they did, you squealed so loud that junho came rushing in asking if you were hurt and all you could do was leap into his arms and you whispered against his ear, “I got it, junho. I got the job.”

[11:57 a.m.] eunsang walked into the living room and stood watching you, confused. you sat on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and dressed in your vampire cape and fangs. you were just about to play hotel transylvania when your gaze turned to eunsang. “why are you dressed like that? it’s not even halloween.” dramatically scoffing, you turned your eyes back to the tv and said, “it’s monstober, eunsang. that’s a good enough reason. now come sit, the movie’s gonna start.”