a collection of short stories about everyone's favourite maknae ♤
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being woken up early every morning by the asshole builder outside your apartment is making you increasingly grumpy - and it doesn't help that he is devastatingly gorgeous. what is his deal... and does he have anything to do with the anonymous stranger online who needs help with dirty talking...?
♤ note: the reader in this oneshot is on the thicker/curvier side - this is only made reference to very rarely. so if you don't identify with that and like to imagine the reader as yourself, just ignore the references! here we appreciate all body types as equally beautiful 🥰
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It was a beautiful, peaceful Monday morning.
Well. In your dreams it was.
In reality, it was fucking awful.
Your eyes opened fully, a scowl already painted across your face. You huffed loudly and glanced over from your pillow, bleary-eyed, at the clock.
8.02am.
A low groan rumbled in the back of your throat.
Seriously? Again?
You threw the covers off in rage, clambering out of bed grumpily and stomping through the apartment, before throwing open the front door to a flood of morning sunshine in the complex's courtyard, revealing...
Him.
The source of the incessant banging noises that had awoken you, and the general bane of your existence.
He was bent over a piece of plywood, sawing back and forth intently in a forceful motion in the courtyard a few feet from your doorstep. He was in his usual outfit; a plain, fitted black t-shirt and a pair of charcoal workman's trousers, snug over his hips and looser at the ankle where they fell over heavy black boots. It was clear he'd only just started, but in the heat of summer, sweat was already beginning to bead at his temples, sticking his messy black curls to his forehead.
