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WHAT'S MINE 𖥔 YJW

─────𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇

reb𝑙ogs ꪆৎ 𝑓eedbacks 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾

jungwon has been quiet ever since you both left the party.

all the way from the party to your home, he hasn't uttered a single word, just stealing quiet glances at you. his hand resting lightly against the small of your back as he walked beside you. his silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful—heavy with something unspoken. his fingers occasionally flexed, as if restraining the urge to hold you tighter.

when you reach your apartment, he follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes lingers on you, dark and unreadable, but the tension in his posture is unmistakable.

a soft sigh leaves your mouth, as you lean against the wall, “are you still thinking about that guy, ‘won?”

jungwon’s lips press into a thin line before he exhales through his nose, stepping closer, “thinking about him? not at all,” he murmurs, his voice smoother now with a teasing undertone, he smirks, “i always only think about you, princess.”

you cross your arms, as if it will cover up for your beating heart. “that guy was just being friendly, jungwon.”

jungwon’s muscles visibly flex under his black shirt as he grits his jaw. his brows lift slightly, amusement flickering across his face, yet a distinct sharpness behind it. “really, what is that? i think he was clearly trying to cross boundaries,” he tilts his head, taking a step closer to you, “did you like it?”

you breathe hitches from the intensity of his gaze and the drunken loveliness of his eyes, “jungwon—”

he is swift enough to cut you short in your incoherent sentence, by placing his hands on either side of your head against the walls. and that’s when you realise your back has met the cold wall.

can’t let you go: clingy!jungwon x reader

jungwon had been gone for three months. three months of sleepless nights, late-night video calls where he looked too tired to keep his eyes open, and constant reassurances that he’d be home soon. you’d gotten used to the cold side of the bed, the quiet hum of his absence lingering in the air like a ghost.

but even with the distance, he never let you forget how much he missed you.

it started with goodnight calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep. then it turned into constant texts throughout the day — “just landed at the venue, wish you were here.” “had ramen after the show, wasn’t the same without you.” “can’t sleep. call me?”

and when the calls weren’t enough, jungwon started leaving you voice messages — his tired, breathless voice cracking through the phone at 3 a.m.:

“miss you so much, baby. i don’t think i can do this without you.” you could practically hear the pout on his face poor baby :(((

you’d wake up to dozens of missed calls and messages, each one more desperate than the last.

“princess, please call me when you wake up.”

“baby, i need to hear your voice.”

“i just… i miss you.”

the day before he came home, his last message was quiet — barely a whisper over the phone:

“i don’t care how tired i am — the second i see you, i’m not letting go.”

and now he’s back. and he’s not letting go.

the second you open the door, he’s on you. his arms wrap around your waist so tightly you stumble back into the wall. his face presses into the crook of your neck, warm breath fanning against your skin as he exhales shakily.

“missed you so much,” he murmurs, voice rough with exhaustion. his hands roam up and down your back like he’s memorizing the feel of you all over again.

you try to pull away to look at him, but his grip tightens.

“no,” he whispers. “just… let me hold you for a second.”

a second turns into an hour. he follows you from room to room like a lost puppy, his hand always finding yours, his arms slipping around your waist when you try to cook, brush your teeth, or even change clothes. if you sit down, he’s curling into your lap. if you stand up, he’s dragging you back onto the couch, burying his face in your neck with a low hum of contentment.

“jungwon, baby, i need to shower—”

“then i’ll come with you.”

at night, he doesn’t just sleep beside you — he practically fuses himself to you. his arm hooks around your waist, his leg thrown over yours, his head resting against your chest. and if you so much as shift away? he’s waking up instantly, sleepily mumbling, “where are you going?” before dragging you right back.

and one night — hours past midnight, when the soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains — you try to slip out of bed for a glass of water. you barely make it to the edge of the mattress before a soft, sleepy whine breaks through the quiet.

“nooo… don’t go,” jungwon mumbles, his hand blindly searching for you under the sheets. his brows furrow, and his voice is thick with sleep. “come back…”

“i’m just getting water, won.”

his eyes barely open, his grip on your wrist tightening. “don’t care… need you more than you need water…” his lower lip juts out in the faintest pout.

“i’ll be right back—”

“no.” his hand slips to your waist, pulling you down until you’re lying flat on the mattress. his face presses into your neck as he breathes out a contented sigh. “stay.”

“but—”

“please, baby.” his voice is barely a whisper, but it’s laced with that quiet desperation that makes your heart clench. “can’t sleep without you.”

you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he melts against you. his breathing slows, his hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest on your waist.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you murmur.

his lips curl against your skin. “i know.”

and then he’s moving — shifting his weight until he’s propped up on his elbows, eyes heavy with sleep but still dark with something deeper. his lips press against your cheek, soft and lingering. then your jaw. then your neck.

“god, i missed you,” he breathes between kisses, his hands trailing up and down your sides. “missed you so much it hurt.”

you hum softly, your hand sliding into his hair. “i missed you too.”

he tilts his head, his mouth trailing from your collarbone to the corner of your lips. his nose brushes against yours as his breath hitches. “say it again.”

“missed you, jungwon.”

that’s all it takes. his lips are on yours, warm and desperate, his hand slipping under your shirt to press against the bare skin of your waist. his kiss is slow but intentional, like he’s trying to make up for every second you were apart. he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “i’m never leaving you again.”

he kisses you again — deeper this time — and you feel his smile against your mouth. his hands frame your face as he pulls away just enough to whisper, “mine.”

your eyes flutter open, and he’s already watching you. his hand moves to your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin with the gentlest touch.

“go back to sleep, princess,” he whispers. “i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

you fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your temple, his steady breath warming your skin. and just as you drift off, you hear him mumble one last thing against your hair:

“love you.”

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zayn malik — sway by the shore.

the noise of crackling of the campfire by the beach filled the air along with laughter and chatter. luckily you happened to be part of this friendgroup—thankful for the memories all of you made along the way.

sitting by the sand, your knees pulled to your chest while the boys sat cross legged, roasting marshmallows when you looked to your side. surprisingly, zayn was also looking at you as he offers you a smile which you return.

your attention goes back to the fire infront of you. zayn studies your side profile—the warm glow of the flame casting on your face that made you look prettier than you already were.

zayn gulps, turning his head to his mate, liam who silently gives zayn a go-ahead. seemingly, liam was the only one that knew.

zayn leans in closer to you, his voice low yet soft, "hey."

you looked at him, your faces so close, "hey," you respond.

"come with me for a second," he murmured, low enough for you to hear but not oblivious enough for the rest of the boys as they start wolf whistling. zayn ignores, taking your hand, leading you a little far from the friendgroup.

he takes his phone out, playing a slow melody as he places it on one of the rough rocks.

"y/n," he clears his throat before meeting your eyes and extending his hand for you—silently urging you to slow dance with him.

"zayn," you exhale out his name lowly.

he smiles, his expressions so so soft, "trust me," he whispers, his hand still extended.

"always," you take his hand as he pulls you closer to him. he places his other hand on his shoulder before circling your waist.

the two of you sway to the slow music, eyes never leaving one another's as both of you hearts race and the world seemed to disappear around. there was only you and him—him and you.

"zayn," your whisper breaks the comfortable silence, "why are we doing this?"

"i just..." he leans in, "i just felt like it," he admits, "it's not always we get moments like this."

"moments like what?"

"moments with you," he answers and another comfortable silence follows for a few seconds, "y/n, what if i do something stupid now?"

"stupid...like what?" you tilt your head, studying his expressions.

"something really really stupid," he says, hoping you'd understand. and you did. you'd always do. always when it came to him.

"then i won't stop you," you answer simply. and that was enough permission from you as he captures your lips with his. the kiss just as slow as the gentle melody of the song playing.

but god, the time wasn't on his side, the sweet song ending, replaced by an annoying ad.

harry styles — nsfw

zayn malik — nsfw

thinking about boyfriend jungwon; it’d be such a minute and simple action— him zipping up the back of your dress— and yet it’d have a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering about the pit of your stomach.

“let me”, he’d mumble softly, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your back, the touch being feather-light, almost gingerly; his fingers would find the metal of the zipper, the cool material sliding upward, inch by inch, his knuckles lightly brushing against your spine in a way that made your heart thump.

he’d be so close— so close, you could practically feel the warmth of his chest against your back, despite the small distance between your bodies. and as you’d glance up, eyes meeting the mirror before you, you’d notice the look plastered across his face— his plump lips would be slightly parted in concentration, his hair falling softly over his forehead, ending by his pretty eyes.

“there”, he’d say, his voice barely above a whisper, as he fastens the clasp at the top of the zipper; instead of stepping back, however, his hands would linger over the curve of your shoulders, his thumbs tracing small, absentminded circles against your skin, which now burns ever so slightly with the warmth emanating from his touch.

“you look..” he’d start, before pausing, as if to search for the right words; “you look beautiful, baby”— and his voice would be so sincere and soft, it’d make your heart ache.

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Jupiter Ascending

thinking about sleepy boyfriend jungwon; cuddling in bed with him after a long, tiring day, and simply basking in one another’s presence. he has an arm wrapped around your waist, his body curled close to yours— and in the close proximity, you can see the way his eyelids lightly flutter close at occasional moments, cheeks slightly puffy as they’re smooshed against the silky pillow; his hairs disheveled and messy, but in the most endearing of ways possible— and his lips are ever so slightly parted in an attempt to stay awake throughout the conversation.

and when you gaze up to meet his eyes, you’re met with, what has to be, the cutest sight that you’ve ever seen— he’s nodding ever so lightly to absolute silence, and it strikes you as obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his eyes open; “baby, you look beyond exhausted.. how about we pause here for tonight?” you’d ask, only to hear the softest “mm-mm”, his body snuggling closer to your embrace— “you can keep going, i’m not at all tired, baby”, he’d mumble, head buried in the crook of your neck.

before you’d know it, he’d be knocked-out asleep in the next three minutes, soft, hushed snores falling from his lips as he continues to drape an arm around your build.

This is so cute that now I'm depressed

thinking about sleepy boyfriend jungwon; cuddling in bed with him after a long, tiring day, and simply basking in one another’s presence. he has an arm wrapped around your waist, his body curled close to yours— and in the close proximity, you can see the way his eyelids lightly flutter close at occasional moments, cheeks slightly puffy as they’re smooshed against the silky pillow; his hairs disheveled and messy, but in the most endearing of ways possible— and his lips are ever so slightly parted in an attempt to stay awake throughout the conversation.

and when you gaze up to meet his eyes, you’re met with, what has to be, the cutest sight that you’ve ever seen— he’s nodding ever so lightly to absolute silence, and it strikes you as obvious that he’s trying his best to keep his eyes open; “baby, you look beyond exhausted.. how about we pause here for tonight?” you’d ask, only to hear the softest “mm-mm”, his body snuggling closer to your embrace— “you can keep going, i’m not at all tired, baby”, he’d mumble, head buried in the crook of your neck.

before you’d know it, he’d be knocked-out asleep in the next three minutes, soft, hushed snores falling from his lips as he continues to drape an arm around your build.

⟡ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒔─────𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦⠀⠀⠀୨୧ ⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀〝⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆. heeseung is rather strict about his phone, and if anyone else asked to use it, he’d hesitate, always peeking over their shoulder to make sure they didn’t see what they weren’t supposed to. but with you? he’s entirely different. the second you glance at his phone, it’s already yours. whether it be to google something stupid or just go through his camera roll, he wouldn’t mind. if you take a few silly photos of yourself—your tongue sticking out or your nose scrunched—he’d smile earnestly upon discovering them, staring at the pictures of you like you’re the prettiest, most dear thing ever (to him, you are). the only thing he doesn’t want you to stumble upon is the secret photo album that he’s made just for you; he goes through it when he’s especially missing you, but that’s far too embarrassing for you to find out. if you ever ask why he doesn’t care when you take his phone, he’d simply shrug, pretending to be casual, but the grin on his face gives him away. “because it’s you. and i trust you.”

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