I Love You The Most. Sjy

Happy New Year to me and my lonely ass

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☆ Genre: Fluff, slice of life

☆ Warnings: None

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N

☆ Word Count: 1.6k

It was quiet inside of the car.

Uncharacteristically quiet.

Bar the sudden downpour of rain that escaped from the late night sky and fell upon the vehicle in a steady battering, all passengers in the car were either fighting to stay awake as their eyes drooped, or were already asleep, their heads pressed against the cold windows. Blankets were strewn over them all, and heating pooled from the seats in slow, steady waves. The group of friends were completely and utterly exhausted; they had spent their day coaxing out their inner children as they wrecked havoc in a theme park far, far away from their homes. Awake at a golden dawn, they had long passed the violet hues of dusk, and it seemed they would witness another dawn before they made it home.

It was so dark inside the car that Y/N could barely see her own hands in front of her. If it wasn't for the faint light spilling onto Minho's lap from his phone, Y/N wouldn't have been able to differentiate him from Felix who was slumped beside him, either. They were amongst the rows of seats in front of her; Chan was sat beside her, Changbin on his other side. Chan had insisted he sit in the middle. As much as he loved sitting by the window, he would much rather have his friends sit by them instead.

Y/N traced her finger over the window, following the path of a fat raindrop that danced over the glass. Her touch left a path in the condemnation and opened a clear line that illuminated the deep darkness outside. She moved her face closer to the window slightly despite shivering at the wet on her fingers. Y/N's eyes widened in mild awe at the colours of the night, the reds and yellows and oranges of the lights that flashed by her, the way they seemed to melt into the roads as rain created ripples over the gravel. It was a sight that Y/N would never get tired of, and she was completely unaware when Chan swivelled his gaze to her, watching her quietly.

The car soon rolled to a halt. It bumped forward every now and then; Y/N moved her gaze to the front of the car. There was a long line of cars in front and she sighed quietly, leaning back into her seat again, suddenly seeking the comfort of the heat at her back.

Y/N looked to her side. Changbin's face was smushed against the glass of the window and the shape of his lips was pursed extravagantly, giving him the appearance of a rather glamorous duck as the car passed a set of tall lights.

Stifling a giggle at the sight of him, Y/N peered up at Chan. The man in question had his head back against the seat, the small sliver of his irises that escaped from his narrowed eyes shining under the shadows. His shoulder pressed up against Y/N's in a way that ensured a fire-like feeling to seep into the thick fabric of her sweater and through her skin. It was the sort of feeling she couldn't ignore either, her cheeks sporting a permanent flush and her breathing hosting a continuous hitch. It was as though she was hyper aware of his presence; from the way his heavy boot was aligned with the rim of her own shoe, to the way his breathing had slowed down with fatigue, and the way the faded cologne on his jacket kissed her nose in a deep, vanilla kiss.

Y/N swallowed thickly. She wasn't sure she ever wanted the journey to end if it meant she got to be this close to him. With the rest of the car asleep, in Y/N's mind it felt as though it was just the two of them, the night belonging to them and them only.

Chan turned his head towards Y/N once he felt her gaze on him. Y/N was able to make out the way his lips curved up into the softest of tired smiles before he leaned a little closer to her. He stirred the air around her and infiltrated it further with his scent accompanied with his body heat, and Y/N felt her heart flutter.

“What?” Chan whispered.

Y/N nodded towards Changbin. “Look at his face.”

Chan turned to look at his friend. He soon covered the lower portion of his face with a hand to muffle the laughter that caused his body to shake.

“Do you think it's painful?” Chan chuckled under his breath. “I don't want to move him … he might wake up.”

Y/N leaned forward a little to peer at Changbin again. “I think he'll be fine. There's a pillow under his neck.”

Chan looked towards Changbin again. He smiled. “Oh. You're right.”

They fell into quietude again, Y/N's eyes drooping ever so slightly as she peered out of the window. A yawn rose inside her and her nostrils flared in her attempt to stifle in it, her face contorting.

Chan started to laugh again. Y/N whipped her head to the side in alarm, her eyes landing on the crooked smile and pair of uneven dimples that adorned the angles of Chan's face.

“Tired?” Chan hummed.

Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Don't laugh at me. You look like a panda yourself with those rings around your eyes.”

Her comment only made Chan's smile deepen. She blinked. She was sure there was a tinge of burgundy painted across the tip of his nose and the ridges of his ears.

“Go to sleep,” Chan whispered. “I'll go to sleep if you go to sleep.”

“Why? So we can meet in our dreams too?” Y/N joked. She hoped her bad humour would mask the tremor in her voice that always seemed to occur when he looked into her eyes the way he was now.

Biting his lip, Chan's voice was even lower when he spoke again. “Well … maybe?”

Y/N's eyes widened. She stared at him but Chan had turned his head again; he was looking out of Changbin's window, and Y/N turned to look out of hers as her heart started to race.

A moment later, Chan shifted his position. He shuffled down the seat a little and Y/N turned to look at him just as he turned his gaze onto her.

“You can lean on my shoulder if you want,” Chan murmured. “It's not the most comfortable shoulder ever … but it might be better than the window.”

Swallowing slowly, Y/N moved her eyes from his face to his shoulder. He was wearing a soft knit sweater, and the fabric draped in gentle folds around his arm. It had dropped slightly to one side, and tiny moles kissed his skin like dark stars. She could feel the heat rolling off of him from here, sweet, heavy, and increasingly intoxicating.

Y/N wanted nothing more than to rest her head against Chan's shoulder. She also couldn't bring herself to, nerves bubbling inside of her that only seemed to grow with every second that Chan watched her with his soft eyes.

“I don't mind,” Chan hummed again. He moved his shoulder a little almost in invitation, and Y/N couldn't help but smile. “You'll feel better.”

“My head is heavy,” Y/N said.

Chan smiled. He responded by leaning closer to her and used his opposite hand to pat the slope of his shoulder twice as he looked ahead of him.

Y/N exhaled quietly. She then let her head dip to the side a little; once she was half way towards his shoulder, she sat back up again, suddenly nervous.

Chan started to chuckle. “Just lie down.”

“Okay, okay … “ Y/N's breath shuddered before she lowered the side of her head again.

His sweater was soft against Y/N's cheek, and his scent stronger and sweeter against the side of his neck. She felt him shift ever so slightly again, and the slope of Chan's shoulder almost moulded to the side of Y/N's head perfectly. Her cheeks felt like they were burning and as if her skin was dissolving into stardust. She didn't realise she was holding her breath as she looked towards her hands resting on her lap.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Chan's hand twitch. He moved it towards her and then stopped, his fingers curling into a loose fist before unfurling again. As Y/N watched in a trance-like state, Chan inched his fingers towards her. His pinky finger brushed Y/N's ever so slightly. Y/N froze at the contact, her eyes widening when Chan's fingers moved even closer. He caressed her fingertips with hers before sliding his fingers into the gaps of hers; his hand was trembling against the palm of Y/N's, and Y/N finally exhaled slowly as she comprehended what just happened.

She turned her head to look up at him. The man's skin was a deep crimson, his bottom lip caught in-between his teeth. He wouldn't look at her, shyness trickling from his eyes like falling stars as he shut them slowly. His own body melted under Y/N, almost as though he let go of a breath he had been holding in too.

Y/N smiled slowly. She dropped her head against his shoulder again and carefully folded her fingers around Chan's. Their hands fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces, the grain of Chan's palms slightly calloused and rough, but strangely soft nonetheless. It was a reassuring feeling against Y/N's hand, and when Y/N felt Chan's cheek fall against the top of her head, she couldn't help but clench her eyes shut with joy. Perhaps her mind hadn't been wrong after all. Perhaps this moment really was theirs, and theirs alone.

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car wash | seo changbin

a/n: inspired by so many people washing their cars today and me being single and craving human touch LMAO enjoy the teeny blurb :D

synopsis: what’s a little playful mood gonna hurt while doing a chore? it may result in laughter and being soaked.

word count: 577

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clear, blue skies welcomed you outside to see changbin dragging out a bucket full of cleaning supplies. he walked past you and into the garage, this time he returned with the hose.

“cleaning your vehicle?” you ask, leaning into his side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

he nodded. “it’s been neglected of a wash. say, do you wanna help?”

“can we get something yummy after?” you grinned, jabbing his stomach with a finger.

changbin laughs. “yes, love. now, can you turn on the water so I can fill this bucket up?”

you stood back and observed changbin as he poured the soap in the bucket, stirring the water to create suds then wetting the car down before washing it. beads of sweat tread down from his hairline as he began scrubbing the driver’s side door. clad in his normal home attire of a white cut off tank top paired with black shorts, you hummed to yourself.

“what are you daydreaming about?” changbin asks.

“oh nothing. enjoying being in the sun and watching you.”

changbin throws the soaked sponge at you. the coolness of the water made you squeal.

“the quicker we can clean my car, the faster we can get ice cream!” changbin tuts waving a new sponge at you.

you rolled your eyes and laughed. “okay, okay. i’ll help you. I just wanted to watch how handsome you are cleaning that car.”

changbin grinned. “sexy, right?”

you shook your head, dunking the sponge into the soapy bucket. “no.” you reply, causing changbin to groan.

a little while passed and the both of you made it to the other side of the car, you scrubbed away not focusing on changbin, who was being quieter than normal. a jet of cold water is shot at you. you dropped the sponge yelping, then your culprit stood right in plain sight holding the hose with the biggest grin.

“seo changbin! what was that for?” you yell.

changbin sprayed you again, making you run behind the car. he chased you around the car, laughing at you being soaked. you aim at changbin and throw the soapy sponge at him, hitting him directly in the head. he dropped the hose, not wasting time you sprint to pick it up. immediately you started soaking the boy, worse than what he was getting you with.

his clothes cling to his body, enhancing every muscle. your heart began skipping beats.

“babe! im gonna get you!” changbin shouts, now trying to grab you.

your infectious giggles matched with changbin’s shouts. he caught up to you and lifted you up, attacking your neck with kisses. you threw your head back laughing while trying to pry changbin’s hands off you. changbin snuck in a couple of kisses to your cheeks while poking your sides, getting you to squirm in his buff arms.

“I caught you, what a mischievous girl you are today.”

you push hair out from your face. “you started it!” you exclaimed.

changbin sets you down, his eyes raking your body. “I didn’t know this was a wet t-shirt contest, baby.”

you stopped messing with your hair to look down at your chest. through your white tank top, you could see the lavender bra. your cheeks flushed pink making eye contact with changbin, who was wiggling his eyebrows.

“I think I look better.” he comments while pinching your cheek. “but don’t worry, i still have that ice cream prize for the hottest girl.”

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description: jungwon x reader (very soft physical affection, jungwon's relationship with reader is up for interpretation)

i wrote this for the people who have had a troubled past and the idea of jungwon being your safe haven makes you want to *sob*

his presence was like a fresh load of laundry on a warm spring day. his smile, his laugh, jungwon coming into your life saved you from yourself. 

with his hoodie over his head and his favorite plaid pajama pants on, there really wasn’t a sight comparable to this one.

it was strange to be so engulfed by a spirit so light and bright but it was more comfortable than it is foreign.

he places his hand softly on yours and tugs you gently towards himself, “come here” he touches you in the way you need it and pours his love into each in every movement. you feel his affection through the pads of his finger tips and the soft grip of his hand. jungwon is your safe place, being someone so frightened by physicality, he makes it feel natural.

his hands roam all over your arms and shoulders, looking you up and down to make sure you’re okay like he always does. he pulls you into a hug and you feel yourself melt into him all over again. he’s warm and his body is firm but his aura is so soft and gentle it feels healing in a way. he lowers himself against the couch so that you can lay on his chest just like that, with his arms still wrapped around your lower back. 

you can hear his heart beating, and feel his chest moving up and down with every breath, and you are reminded all over again that you are in the right place. he traces circles through your clothes and it sends shivers up your spine. it feels so good to be here, it feels so good to be on jungwon. 

you take a peek up at him, with the tv screen flashing colors on his face in the dark room, he’s beautiful as ever. he’s handsome with his hair undone and a lazy outfit on, he’s jungwon and jungwon to the core. 

closing your eyes, you lower your head on his chest again, rubbing against it a bit with the side of your face. 

he notices you getting comfortable and takes it as a sign that you’re ready to fall asleep. he smiles softly, gazing at your presence and holding you just a bit tighter than he was before. 

after a few minutes of soaking in all your facial features with his eyes, he brings his head down to kiss your forehead gently, before going back to watch the tv. 

you’ve never slept better. 

 [-note] 221102 SUNOO

Safe in Your Arms

Koshi Sugawara x Fem!reader (y/n) , Comfort, Fluff, Drunk!Reader

The club was too loud, the music thrumming through your body like a second heartbeat. You weren’t sure how many drinks you had—enough to feel warm and a little unsteady, but not enough to black out. Still, you knew there was no way you could get home on your own.

So, you did the only thing that made sense: you called Sugawara.

The phone rang only twice before he picked up.

“Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” His voice was gentle, always filled with that soft warmth that made you feel safe.

You hiccupped. “Koshi… I think I had too much.”

There was a pause before he sighed, the sound laced with amusement and worry. “Where are you?”

You slurred out the name of the club, and before you could say more, he was already moving. “Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

The wait felt endless, your head growing heavy as the world spun a little too fast. But then, like a lighthouse guiding a ship through a storm, there he was.

Koshi Sugawara stood at the entrance, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on you. Relief softened his features, and in an instant, he was by your side, steady hands finding your waist as he steadied you.

“Hey there, party girl,” he teased, his voice as soothing as a lullaby. “Had fun?”

You pouted, leaning into his touch. “Too much fun.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s get you home.”

The taxi ride was a blur of his voice murmuring soft reassurances, his fingers brushing through your hair when your head fell against his shoulder. You sighed, completely at ease in his presence.

By the time you reached your apartment, the exhaustion had fully set in. Koshi helped you inside, guiding you straight to the couch as he knelt to untie your shoes.

“You didn’t have to come,” you mumbled, watching him through half-lidded eyes.

He glanced up, a gentle smile on his lips. “Of course I did.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, a different kind of intoxication washing over you—not from alcohol, but from him. From the way he took care of you, always.

As he tucked a blanket around you and sat beside you, you reached for his hand, giving it a weak squeeze. “You’re the best, Koshi.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you’re safe with me. Always.”

With that, you let sleep take over, feeling nothing but warmth, safety, and the quiet promise of his love.

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