how is it possible that there is not a single picture of them with the new hair colors?! it’s been two days or so since we heard the news of some rainbow colors going on and NO ONE of them instagrammed or tweeted and not a single fan has caught them on cam.. what is this sorcery?!
pairing: ot6 (daehyun focused) words: 2300 summary: everyone knows Daehyun hates to be alone
Daehyun is lying sprawled out on the couch,
comfortably dressed in sweatpants and a worn-out shirt. His eyes are on the TV,
its low buzzing the only thing to be heard through the empty house, but he’s
not even sure what show is on. His mind is elsewhere; out there in the night
with his pack.
He’d heard them howl barely an hour ago—Yongguk first,
and then the others followed. Daehyun’s heart had ached at the familiar sound,
wanting to join in. He’d even had to put a hand to his mouth to keep himself
from trying to howl in his human form. There’s been a lump in his throat since
they left, and it’s only
growing as more time passes. Swallowing around it hurts, the soreness reminding
him of its presence, and Daehyun has to fight not to cry at how miserable he
Sighing heavily, he curls himself into a ball in the
farther end of the couch, resting his chin on one knee. Youngjae’s scent is all
over his clothes, as they often share, and he tries to find comfort in that.
Tries to convince himself that they’re all thinking of him, too. That the hunt
is not the same without him; that their howl didn’t sound as good without his
Bap reaction when you catch them staring at your chest
He would be kind of embarrassed at first, but he would quickly get over it. After the embarrassment quickly washed over he would pull you into his arms.
“Jagi, you know how hot you are. How can I not look at you?”
When you caught him staring in the midst of a conversation, he would apologize. However it wouldn’t keep him from staring at your cleavage.
“Sorry jagi my eyes, just, kind of, drifted.”
I feel he could go two ways; completely cocky, or completely flustered. It would honestly depend on the occasion. However when you caught him staring in front of the rest of the boys, he would awkwardly laugh it off.
“Jagiya, you know I would never do that.”
He wouldn’t even stop. He would keep on staring off in his own world. Once you snapped in his face, he’d look up giving you a smirk.
“Oh were you talking babe?”
Honestly he’d get so flustered. He’d look up at you with an apologetic smile, constantly saying sorry. When you told him it was okay he’d still insist he was wrong.
“You are really beautiful though jagi.”
He would be a little shocked/embarrassed that you caught him. But he would try to play it off.
“Well you are my girlfriend after all. I can stare all I want.”
Here is your second part. They are still children but will grow up eventually. My friends thought this one was cute.
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“How I Met Your Mother” (Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/Part 11/Part 12) Characters: Zelo/OC Genre: Fluff W/C: 595
“Take My Hand”
She often wandered off on her own as a child. She could
never really focus on one thing for too long, which was why our mothers had
asked me to make sure she got to her new school safely. The school wasn’t that
far from our neighbourhood, so we were allowed to walk on our own. I just
wished that I didn’t have to babysit her like this.
I would walk a couple steps and look behind me to see her
gazing up at the clouds. I would catch her attention for only a few seconds
before she went back into her own world.
“We’re going to be late for school,” I would whine. Mom had
made it clear to me that attendance was important and I wanted to make it my
grade school mission to arrive on time for every single day.
“I don’t want to go to school,” she had said, and I watched
her crouch down to draw circles on the ground with her finger. “I won’t know
I was still only a child back then, but seeing another child
look as sad as she did broke my heart. I genuinely wished to do something for
her then. I kneeled down in front of her, but then I got up to crouch since I
didn’t want my school pants to get dirty. My mother has just washed them the
I watched her draw imaginary drawings with her finger for a
little while until I decided to join her.
“Your mom said you’re in my class right?” I had asked, and
she nodded her head in response. “Well, you know me.”
“But you don’t like me,” she mumbled without looking up from
I was slightly surprised when she had said that. I didn’t
know she had felt that way. I wasn’t the best at showing how I felt or talking
to someone when I was younger, heck I’m still the same now, but I hadn’t
thought that I had made her feel unwanted around me. It wasn’t something that
would cross the mind of an eight year old then.
“I like you,” I told her.
“No you don’t. You’re a liar.”
“I’m not lying. I don’t not like you.”
“Liar,” she screamed and I covered my ears. “Stop lying. My
mom told me not to bother you this morning.”
“She said that?”
She nodded her head and her lips were pouting as she mumbled
again. “That means you don’t like me.”
“Well,” I looked back to the ground where her finger was still
drawing, “I don’t think you bother me. Not really.”
“Are you telling the truth?” she looked up at me and asked.
I smiled to reassure her and I think it was then I had started to feel something
for her. In my childish mind, I thought her smile was the prettiest thing in
the whole world. It made me happy just to see her happy. I didn’t think that
was possible for someone at my age.
She stood up and began to walk down the path, only to stop
halfway and look at me.
“I don’t know which way to go,” she said and I ran up to
“Just follow me,” I took her hand and led the way. Mom
always said it was safer to hold hands when walking together. I felt her
feeling my hand with both of hers and looked at her with puzzlement.
“Your hand is really soft,” she had giggled, and I nearly
stumbled over my own two feet.