#nct imagines

[naids4luv]

could you make smthn where like the dreamies r getting shipped with an idol that has the same name as y/n 🤸‍♀️🏃‍♀️🧍‍♀️

! dreamies getting shipped with an idol with them same name as yn !

here u go,, thank u for requesting !!

[ohmygs-blog]

Hiiii

I reallyyyyy liked mark dirty texts. Can you please make one for chenle. Also I love your other works🫶🏻

boyfriend chenle viii.

thank u baby!! hope u like 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[hyuckswoman]

alumnusbf!mark helping you study

pairing: alumnus mark (who’s also your bf) x reader

genre: fluff

summary: you’re stressing over this one subject until your bf appears

“fucking hell” you mutter, your finals were in a week and you were currently studying the subject you have been dreading since the beginning of the study period. Studying for exams was not fun. Especially when you had this gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you that you were 100% going to fail.

markie

hey babe, you busy?

upon hearing the notification, you cursed at yourself as you swore you put your phone on do not disturb to avoid distractions .Yet here you were grabbing it to check the notification. turns out you did put your phone on do not disturb but since your boyfriend (who had to practically beg you to get removed off there texted you) was the origin of the notification, your phone still notified you.

being too lazy to write back, you just decided to call him

“hey, what’s up? I’m studying for my finals right now” you say after greeting him “oh really? I’m sorry to disturb then, how long have you been studying?” your boyfriend mark asks “hours. i literally had a full on mental breakdown studying the course because i suck at it and it feels like no matter how hard I study I just keep on failing” you say sighing “did you cry?” mark asks, maybe he knows you a little too well. “yea” you sigh yet again, it bothered you to see how big of a toll your academics were taking on you

“that’s a good thing then! wait no I don’t mean you crying is a good thing I meant it’s a good thing I’m on my way with food and stuff to give you a break” your boyfriend says making you laugh “mark, look I really truly appreciate it but I also really need to study” you say. honestly seeing how fucked you were because of this one course you couldn’t allow any distractions, and lord knows mark was a pretty big one

“no I know, we’ll just eat and then I’ll help you study. trust when I’ll leave you’ll be back in your academic weapon antics” mark says. after weighing your options (not that you had much of a choice seeing as though he was already on his way) you figured that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you had the chance of having a boyfriend who already graduated which meant he already passed this course so maybe it’d actually help

“hi babe, i brought food” your boyfriend says, you were glad you had a boyfriend that supported your big backed antics. “i might make you my male wife at this point” you said as he hugged you. you guys then decided to turn on the tv and put a show none of you cared about for the sole purpose of having some background noise.

“okay, we’ve been slacking off for long enough, let’s get to studying now” your boyfriend says. you almost forgot about your finals for a second.

“okay, we’re done making the flash cards, quiz time” mark says quietly laughing upon seeing your face. “every right answer you get, i’ll kiss you” he says finding a way to motivate you as you looked like you were on the verge of dying. “I don’t think it helps, you distract me too much. i’ll probably only remember the kisses and not the actual class material” you reply. As much as it didn’t look like it you were seriously (for once) in the mood to study, you couldn’t let this pretty man distract you no more.

a short while after you were thrown over your desk defeated because what do you mean you only got like half the questions right???

“I don’t understand I’ve spent literal hours trying to memorize this shit I’m sick of it I just want it to be over” you sigh, this is the first time you’ve struggled this much over a school subject. usually being a bit above average doesn’t require you a lot of efforts so you never really tried that hard to pass your classes throughout the years. college beat the shit out of you tho!! you found yourself completely taken aback by the difficulty and you had to learn how to properly study throughout the years. if somebody asked you, you’d say you’ve got studying covered but seeing how this study session was going maybe you didn’t…

“I think you’re getting those wrong because you don’t understand this part” mark says patting your head as you mumble an ‘i know’. being the very considerate boyfriend he is, he then proceeded to explain the entirety of the material, dumbing it down whenever you looked up at him confused or when your eyebrows frowned a little too much. he also was so very patient, explaining the same things to you three different times as you had already forgotten what he said as soon as he moved on to another topic.

the dedication mark put into your academics was just too much for your heart to handle, you loved him so much and the fact he didn’t mind spending his evening studying with you instead of doing literally anything else warmed your heart. that’s why you didn’t have it in you to tell him you were getting gradually sleepier and were fighting your mind to stay awake because how could you when he looked so good concentrated trying to explain to you what you deem as the most incomprehensible subject ever.

“y/n? i feel like I’m losing your attention are you- oh.” mark says finally looking up from your study sheets seeing you asleep on your desk “pft, I didn’t know I was this boring damn” he laughs. since you were already in your pajamas and were in a position where the man could not carry you to bed he decided to gently shake you to wake you up “hm? I’m sorry I fell asleep markie, thank you for studying with me I love you. let me read the cards again to make sure I understand better” you say your voice a bit groggy “what? no go to sleep, nothing you read now will be effective just rest and sleep will take care of the memorizing for you” mark says preparing your bed for you “okay but only if you join me” you say already laying down under your covers “of course dude, let me put the things away and I’ll join you” mark says as he looks over to your half awake self that’s seemingly waiting for him

being in front of your final paper makes you realize even more how lucky you are to have mark in your life because you knew damn well that if the study session never happened you would have been shitting bricks internally crying over how much you don’t understand but now you got out of the final feeling confident you didn’t fail. you ran up to mark who was waiting for you to celebrate final period being over and he couldn’t help but mimic your immense grin as you told him how the final went better than what you had expected and thanked him for his help. He did refute by telling you it was all you and your mind but settled on taking a little bit of credit after you threatened him.

it was kinda crazy how mark made everything easy, every single thing without exception. looking at your boyfriend eating his meal you couldn’t help but smile thinking about how much you loved that man and how lucky you were to have him in your life.

[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — 11. a late welcome party

(wc: 1.535)

despite the many unfamiliar faces surrounding the table you were sat at, it was surprisingly loud and chattery. with jaemin sat beside you, you eyed your apartment-mates with a shy, yet also intrigued look while you waited for everyone to settle. “is everyone here?” jaemin asked after the chatter had died down and all eyes landed on him. with the confirmation of everyone’s presence, jaemin stood up and clasped his hands together with a wide smile plastered on his face.

“for those of you who haven’t formally met (—) over here” jaemin’s arm had reached down to pat your shoulder as he spoke. “please greet her nicely. she is so amazing, one of my best friends and i hope all of you can treat her well! and also.. what else.. yeah i think that’s it, just introduce yourself one more time please.” jaemin blabbered on, taking a seat again after he finished introducing you.

it was quite embarrassing, as the rest of the restaurant was eyeing your table with curiosity or a hidden annoyance at the unnecessarily loud way jaemin was talking in. you shied away and looked at your lap in embarrassment.

jaemin was unapologetically embarrassing, but you can’t say that you didn’t love him for it.

“order whatever your guys want, me and doyoung are paying!” jaemin announced before he walked off, leaving the guy you assumed was doyoung with a perplexed expression, standing up to follow jaemin. “huh? what are you talking about! you said it was just you who was going to pay!” were the last words you heard before both disappeared into the distance.

a few seconds of silence had passed and you wondered if you should’ve been the one to break it. luckily for you, the girl on the far left beat you to it. “hello (—), it’s nice to finally meet you face to face.” she started. “i’m haewon.” she added after a few more seconds and her smile was kind as she sent you a small wave from across the table. a wave you reciprocated quickly.

your eyes had slowly drifted to the person who sat beside her, occupied with adjusting his jacket behind his chair and fishing out his phone. “have i.. met you before?” were the first words you muttered that night, unintentionally catching the attention of the rest of the table. the question was left unanswered for a moment until the boy had looked up from his phone. “me?” he pointed towards himself in question, confusion painted on his face.

you weren’t expecting him to hear you, eyes widening for a second before you hesitantly nodded. you watched as his own eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he slightly titled his head in the process. “have we?” he asked you back. you hummed, attempting to remember why his face seemed so familiar.

“didn’t you give me free cookies on my first day here?”

“oh.” he deadpanned, eyebrows relaxing as the realisation hit him too. “yeah.. i guess.” he scratched the back of his neck, almost unsure of his own answer. “yeah, you were the one who gave me those cookies, the boyscout cookies boy or something, right?”

“well.. not exactly..” he started before shaking his head. “sure.” he responded back instead, sending you a tight-lipped smile. it probably wasn’t a genuine smile, but you didn’t want to look to deep into it.

“and i’m isa, remember?” the girl that sat next to him interrupted. she had a warm smile present on her face, sending you an excited wave. you couldn’t help but return it, remembering how you had previously run into her.

by the time jaemin and doyoung had returned, everyone had managed to introduce themselves and chatter started once again. turning your head to your left, you noticed jaemin’s spaced out look, wondering what was on his mind. “what’s up?” you voiced. jaemin snapped out of his thoughts, turning to look back at you.

“well, uh.. i invited haechan and he said he would come.. did he come yet?” jaemin admitted with a hesitant smile. hesitant for a reason as he watched your expression drop immediately. “you what?” you asked, almost sure you misheard him. “why would you do that? he didn’t even want to come anyways!” you complained, almost grabbing jaemin by the collar for inviting the one person whom you’ve seemed to have nothing but bad experiences with.

“i didn’t want to leave him out okay! i thought that maybe you guys just started on bad terms and a little gathering with everyone could change that..” jaemin reasoned, backing away from you and your evident frustration. “he can’t be that bad, (—).”

“yeah, i can’t be that bad.” the both of you heard from behind, and you jolted in your seat, swiftly turning to look back and seeing haechan stood a meter away. speaking of the devil himself.

“fucking hell.” you groaned, turning to look back at jaemin who apologetically smiled at you. he mouthed a small apology that went unnoticed as you instead watched haechan sit in the only seat left on the table that coincidentally was right across from you, a grin on his face that you could only describe as devious.

he cant be that bad, you repeated in your head while locking eyes with haechan who took of his coat and leaned back into the chair. you were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt once more, maybe you did indeed start off bad and could fix whatever issues you two had at this dinner.

except that didn’t happen, and he was indeed as bad as you knew him as. in fact, he was probably much more annoying now that you were sat near him for up to 50 minutes. with continues back talking, small comments here and there, or him just straight up ignoring your attempts at talking to him, you came to the conclusion that he genuinely was just an asshole, and the wall between your rooms wasn’t the issue.

fuck an apology, jaemin would have to physically kiss your feet for the next few days for this stunt he pulled.

you were glad at his lack of talking as you all were nearing the end of your meals. it gave you time to truly appreciate the welcoming atmosphere the rest had brought as they shared stories about the apartment and told you more about themselves. haechan was much more interested in his phone, and you thanked the heavens for it as you relaxed, a smile growing on your face.

“can you engage in the conversation and put your phone away haechan?” perhaps jaemin was the devil instead with the way he managed to keep ruining this dinner.

the table turned silent, and haechan looked up from his phone, almost wondering if jaemin was talking about a different haechan. he wasn’t. haechan sighed before reluctantly putting his phone in his pocket, and crossing his arms. you wondered why he listened so easily to jaemin, taking note of how it didn’t take him much convincing.

“soooo… what is it like living next to haechan, (—)?” it seemed like kissing your feet wouldn’t be enough for jaemin to redeem himself. no, he’d have to make a public apology every single day at this point.

the table grew painfully silent and you groaned before you reluctantly answered. you were sure no one else was going to say anything, except for maybe jaemin. but you’re sure that whatever will come out of his mouth will do nothing but make this dinner worse.

“well, you know, it’s definitely an experience.” you answered shortly, refusing to look haechan’s way. the scoff was undoubtedly his though, and you could only imagine the expression of disbelief present on his face as you still refused to look at him. though, you did turn your head at the sound of a chair scraping the ground, and the figure across you standing up.

haechan took ahold of his coat and had put it on in a matter of seconds. “i think i’ve stayed here enough, i’m full. thank you for paying for my food jaemin, i’ll be going now.” he announced and shoved the chair back in, eyes locking with you one more time. you could’ve sworn that he raised his eyebrow at you, almost challenging you, but he was already gone by the time you had registered it.

everyone seemed to have simultaneously turned to jaemin, possibly all questioning the same thing. “i’m sorry, i just didn’t wanna leave him out. he’s normally nice, i swear! i didn’t think he was going to be difficult today..” jaemin apologised to you specifically, but you barely heard him.

you were tired, and you blamed haechan for it, regardless of whether it was his fault of not. he was undoubtedly a jerk, and you felt silly for giving him the benefit of the doubt once again. god was truly testing you by making him your neighbour.

“i’m gonna go too.” were the last words you said that night. you needed a distraction and on the way back home, you texted the only person you knew could help you with that.

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notes ; sorry guys i had to lock in for a few days cos of college but we are BACK. not cool haechan 😑

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[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream reacts to your manicure!

Mark Lee

Thinks that it's interesting how you change your nails from time to time. It'll be short manicures then the next time you see him, your nails will be long with cute designs. He just thinks its interesting that you change your nails from time to time, probably paid for your nails at some point too!

Huang Renjun

Renjun would be the type of boyfriend who's obsessed with your manicures, especially when they're detailed ones! He'll just stare at it for a long time and would even tap on the charms glued there. He probably suggested one time what theme you should try and when you show it to him, he was astonished because they were able to visualize what he wants. <3

Lee Jeno

I feel like Jeno likes it when you have manicures. I think he leans on more on the simple, colored manicures rather than the long and detailed ones. He does thinks it looks cool but I feel like at some point you accidentally scratched him that's why he's a bit intimidated by it. But nonetheless, he still loves holding your hands. (He just becomes more careful.)

Lee Donghyuck

Haechan doesn't have any preferences when it comes to your nails. Whether you have it manicured or not, he doesn't care as long as he gets to hold your hands. But if he's bored and decided to play with your fingers, he'll stare at your nails and just observed the design. I feel like he'll be the type who'll be surprised that you changed your nails after a month. 

Na Jaemin

He loves it! Would accompany you at the nail salon and just sit there and watch the process of your manicure. Would even gossip with your nail technician too! You sometimes let him choose a design for your nails but it always end up him just choosing a basic color like red or pink. Can't be trusted with the nail colors but if he found a cute nail design on pinterest, he would send it to you as your next nail set!

Zhong Chenle

Of course Chenle would pay for your nails! He doesn't care if you do it monthly, he thinks that it's for you to pamper yourself and you deserve it! He sometimes would be the one to bring you to the salon so that you can do your monthly manicure and he'll just way there like a patient boyfriend he is until your done. He got to make sure his money is worth it too!

Park Jisung

He thinks that it's interesting that you change your nails every month, so he would anticipate on what your next design would be. It wouldn't be until two or three weeks, he'll ask you when will you change your nails. You'll only laugh at him but you'll answer that you'll do it when you have a spare time. Sometimes you choose cute designs like sanrio characters and Jisung will be in AWE at how your nails are. 

[dnghyksgf]

putting on your boyfriend haechans makeup while sitting on his lap innocently. you’re moving around grabbing the tools you need until you feel something hard growing beneath you. you ask him what it is teasingly and watch him grow redder and feel him grow harder.

[cupofwyn]

⌕ — may i have this dance? ( teaser )

lee jeno!prince x f!reader. it was all self-inflicted pressure when the spotlight finally turned to you as the final member of the family to experience a love story—the miracle that has been passed down from your parents down to your siblings and the privilege of love in marriage that has been jealoused upon the ton of high society. though the world might have run out of love stories available for you when your family took it all to their delight, or so you thought.

genre/s. fluff. a tinge of comedy. bridgerton period. rofan.

warning/s. profanity. little to inaccurate representations of the regency era (as im not literate about it). would add more in the actual fic.

wc/s. 0.5k (oneshot - 4k or more)

a/n. hello there! this is my first fic for nct dream. the thought process on how i decided to make this fic was "doesn't jeno really suit the fanciness of the regency era?" and THEN i remembered the after-party jeno on his milan fashion week (he looked heavenly) then tada 🎉 this happened. ty and enjoy reading :>>>

Love. The most privileged thing a person could ever obtain in one's life in this vicious society.

Romance and union are never the norm when it comes to marital circles, but rather, this was quite the opposite for your family.

Your father and mother, the most known influential couple in their respective social circles and political surges, may have been arranged for a political marriage but soon grew fond of each other throughout the years being husband and wife.

A solace love that caverns in one's security and vulnerability. Sometimes truly vomiting when you'd see their very affectionate and loving gestures they shared.

Then the firstborn, your oldest sister, has come to truly be entranced to the magic of love, which I'd say, she was a wizard of turning a stern duke's son into a doting husband.

Her's was a love at first sight in her first debutante ball with the known cold-hearted son of a duke—a dashing and intense man on the outside, and yet your sister surprisingly speaks of him in a different light when she would gush of him, with cheeks the pinkest of pinks.

Next, your first older brother. A man with no virtues and is uncommitting suddenly introduces his fiancée once in our family bondings in the private drawing room, his facial expressions changed and body language softened up in the presence of the woman next to him—the baron's illegitimate daughter from the outskirts of the kingdom, who he had been secretly sending letters from each day.

No wonder he became much more behaved the past few months to save mother's swooning to this event.

Even your most aggravating second older brother has a potential love story written just for him. A childhood friend who lives across the street to which they are clearly in love with each other but remains to be oblivious to their obvious arrow-shooting gazes every time they see the other. Their push and pull plays are only but a headache to the outsiders and annoyingly intensifies their yearning for each other.

And lastly comes you, a shut-in daughter of marquis, who just debuted tonight and has yet to unfold their own love story—or not.

There is no arranged marriage prepared for you by the marquess and the marchioness, nor a love at first sight in this debutante ball with a callous man who is in fact the opposite when it came to you, a controversial love story with an illegitimate child of a noble, neither a foundation of friendship with a man to which turns into a realization of their attachment to them.

None! It seemed like the world ran out of love stories to write when it came to you since your family has snatched them all.

Until tonight.

"Why don't you say we plan to forge an alliance? I will offer you a dance on the next song—you'll be the subject of curiosity, and the next morning, you'll be flooded with marriage proposals from different suitors, possibly earning you a love match in return."

"How does an offer from you really make that situation possibly happen? Unless you're someone distinguishable, which possibly you're not since I don't recognize you, being the most handsome and attractive man I've seen at most could not possibly mean a thing. Or..." You trailed off.

"Or what?" he gulped.

"You're one of the princes."

"Pfft, what? No—but! This face is enough to attract attention. I promise. And I can't hasten more. My chaperone is possibly on the hunt for blood right now, and I've been hiding from him too long. Are you in this or not?"

"Fine... deal. This better work, Lord...?"

He grins, eyes turning into the most charming shape of crescent moon, and lips upturned in a reassuring feat.

"Lord Lee. Jeno Lee, milady." he answered.

i hope you liked this teaser! if you're interested to be updated on this fic once it's published, don't hesitate to reblog/comment to be added to the taglist. see you soon ^^

© written by CUPOFWYN . 2024

[multifandomslxt]

How I think each Nct 127 member would be during a heated argument (honest)

THIS IS NOT REAL. MY IMAGINATION IS AT WORK HERE. IDK THEM PERSONALLY.

Taeil

It depends on what you guys are arguing about

he's either extremely worked up or doesn't give a shit

no in between I'm afraid.

legit all or nothing

says some hurtful shit

I won't lie at some point he'll realize he's wrong

but he's the type to want the last say

Taeyong

he plays the victim really well

The argument started because of something he did

but he flipped the script

now he's pinning EVERYTHING on you

manipulative

omg its crazy

knows exactly what to say to set you off

and when you do bow up he says something like

"see? this is what I'm talking about"

Johnny

he speaks to you like you're a child

like you don't know basic shit

ALOOTTT of hand gestures

and the worst part?

he sometimes disregards your point just to get his across.

twists your words a lot

He's a walker btw.

walks away from you whenever it's your turn to speak

Yuta

You won't win

let me clear that up first and foremost

You. Will. Not. Win.

You could've made an entire PowerPoint presentation with detailed examples

He doesn't give a shit.

You're coming at him for shit like this?

alright then here

He's saying the most low-balled shit ever

he's throwing shit back in your face btw

stuff you confided in him about

so you're not gonna win this one

Doyoung

Girl bye.

attitude on top of more attitude.

looks at you stupid

"how does that even make sense?"

"whatever"

and quite literally blocks you out after that.

argue with yourself is basically what he's saying

Jungwoo

pretends like he doesn't know what he did.

CANNOT take accountability for shit

everything is "but-"

excuses and more excuses

also plays the victim

also manipulative

a manipulative crier (I have ptsd from this)

makes you feel like shit for even coming at him like that.

Jaehyun

don't argue with this man if you value your sanity

he does not give you ANY reaction

just sits there and nods

"alright." "okay."

like he just wants this over with

makes you feel stupid because he really and truly is not even attempting to properly engage at all.

"are you done now?"

Mark

He tries to understand where you're coming from but boyyyy

he got some shit to get off his chest too.

he'll try to word it nicely but just ends up making it worse.

walks away and then comes back later more calm and collected

arguments don't go too far with him.

Haechan

"and?"

that's what an argument feels like with him.

completely disregards anything you say and makes you feel stupid for even thinking it.

"y/n, be serious..."

"...so tell me then, since you're so smart"

rolls his eyes at EVERYTHING.

[winwintea]

secure that card! 20. crush = psychosis??

Chenle stood outside the guest room door, quietly listening. He raised his fist and knocked a couple of times on the door in a rhythmic pattern. "Y/n? You up? It's been 3 hours."

He heard your voice from inside, "Yeah, I woke up 10 minutes ago. Come in, it's fine." Chenle hesitated, but entered anyways, ignoring the voice in the back of his head telling him not to. "How are you feeling?" You smiled up at him, "A lot better thanks to you." His cheeks flushed in response, before quickly coming up with something to say, "It was nothing really." Did you have to look so cute? "Um, Jisung's already left by the way. And according to the police reports we've been checking, they've already located and caught him.”

You don’t immediately respond, and instead stare at him for a couple of seconds. “Chenle?” you silently whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Chenle’s eyes raised in surprise. “Er- Now? What? Shouldn’t we have this conversation wh-“

But Chenle didn’t have time to finish his sentence before you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, sealing the gap between your lips.

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SUMMARY ▸ zhong chenle is the owner of many cards. a black card? he owns that. he even has a stanford student id card. the one card he doesn’t own though? a green card. and if chenle plays his cards right, he just may be able to secure one by wooing you. or it could all fall through… who knows?

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[swee7dream]

jeno and his pressure stim…

cg!jeno that loves nap time the most because it means you can lay on him for hours on end and send him to pressure stim heaven

cg!jeno that just stares with that look in his eyes that says he’s clearly hearing but not listening to what you’re saying until you sit on his lap

cg!jeno that never ends the hug first, not letting go of you until he’s sure you’ve squeezed him as tight as you possibly can

[haechanniesluvr]

vampire!mark oneshot :3

someone help i cant stop writing about vampire!nct....

cw: descriptions of blood, slight gore??, slightly sexual in a weird vampire sort of way, swearing

this work and any of my other works are in no way affiliated with the actual idols or their personalities, they are merely actors and references for my works. thank you!

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you had been watching his every move for the last week. not in a fucked up stalker type of way, but in a 'theres something not right about you' way. mark lee was a loner, and he had an inconsistent schedule in school. it interested you immensely. what could be the reason for his off and on appearances? bad home life? illness? you wanted to know bad.

you would spend each class anticipating his arrival, and each time he did choose to show up, your heart would pulse and send adrenaline straight to each inch of your body. mark was captivating, skin pale, blonde hair combed neatly, eyes dark and sunken; he was a walking corpse.

of course, he started to notice your staring as the days passed. and of course, he confronted you, waiting until you were all alone.

finishing up with your books, you shut your locker and let out a small yelp at the tall figure standing behind the door, leaning against the locker next to yours, arms crossed.

"f-fuck. you scared me." you sheepishly responded to his condescending stare. he watched you like a predator watched it's prey.

"you've been watching me."

his voice was silky and deep, you almost completely missed the fact he had addressed your blatant staring.

"i have no idea what you're talking about, i've never even spoken to you." rolling your eyes, you turn and begin to walk towards the school doors. luckily, everybody had gone home so you weren't frightened of any rumors that could've been spread. an icy grip tightens on your wrist, and your pulled straight back to your locker. his hand was freezing, much lower than any human body could manage.

"i'll repeat myself. you've been watching me." his voice sounded more serious this time, warning you to stop fucking with him.

"sorry. i'll admit, i have. i just get bored in class." you lied through your teeth. mark released your wrist with a sigh, which was followed by a smirk.

"what if i was watching you, too? how would that make you feel?" he awaited your response whilst leaning down slightly, his lips inches from your own. you were sure he could feel the sheer heat radiating from your cheeks.

"i.. it would.. um.." you fumbled out as you stepped back awkwardly.

"truth is, y/n, i have been watching you. everywhere. it's in my blood to want to protect you, to want to mark you, to want to make you mine." mark hummed, glinting his.. fangs? he licked over them slowly, smirking whilst watching your eyes widen. "please.. i need you.." he stared up at you through his eyelashes lustfully.

you could only whimper out a small "okay-" before he took your waist roughly and pulled you into a deep, desired kiss. your tongue ran over his fangs before he moved away to start mouthing at your neck, licking a small stripe down it. his eyes met yours before requesting your approval to bite down on your plush skin.

"do it. bite me." you leaned your head to the side, exposing the tenderness of your neck. his breath faltered slightly at the sight, and he wasted no time bringing his teeth to graze over the skin. his fangs teasing you by applying slight pressure and then pulling back, making you whine out slightly in protest. until he actually sunk them in without warning, ripping through each layer of flesh and muscle until he hit as deep as he could clamp down. you let out a struggled gasp as you felt him begin to drain your essence, making you feel light-headed. he snaked two arms around you whilst you allowed yourself to fall limp into his body. warmth trickled down your neck as he retaliated, crimson blood smeared around his plumped lips. bringing your hands up to your neck, you curiously prodded over the two distinct marks engraved into your skin.

you were his now.

[sunshyni]

ﾠﾠﾠcatch flights and feelings

「notas: escrevi isso aqui a pedido da @didinii!! Não sei se irá atender às suas expectativas, mas saiba que fui cuidadosa pegando o seu relato e adicionando o toquezinho da Sun pra transformá-lo nessa história ☼

Espero que isso te ajude a enxergar as coisas numa outra perspectiva, o mundo é ridiculamente pequeno e acredito que isso seja conveniente pra vivermos uma história de cinema pelo menos uma vez na vida ღ」

「w.c: 2k」

Ninguém da sala de aula sabia que Donghyuck era filho da professora até aquele dia, quando algumas crianças se reuniram na sala de estar da casa dele para um ensaio para a cantata de natal que aconteceria na escola. Obviamente o Lee era a criança que cantava melhor alí, afinal ele fazia aula de canto antes mesmo de aprender o alfabeto e parecia que cantava desde o ventre da mãe, com a sua voz doce feito mel que se encaixava bem em clássicos do Wham! como “Last Christmas”. Você gostava de Haechan, quer dizer, nunca tinha trocado uma palavra com ele, a não ser a formação de frase: “Me empresta sua borracha?”, no entanto o achava divertido como um menino da idade dele deveria ser, mas ao mesmo tempo responsável e atencioso, por isso ele auxiliava alguns dos colegas sempre que algum deles não encontrava um tom confortável para a música.

A professora deu um momento para os alunos descansarem um bocado e beberem suas garrafinhas de água, mas você era curiosa, gostava de desvendar os lugares que visitava e com a casa de Donghyuck não foi diferente, você só parou de andar quando encontrou um cômodo específico repleto de livros que para uma criança de 12 anos poderia se tratar facilmente da Biblioteca do Congresso em Washington, dado a dimensão distorcida das coisas que temos quando pequenos.

Você escolheu um livro e o leu até o entardecer, mesmo sabendo que o ensaio acontecia no andar inferior da casa, não se importou em retornar até perceber que não conseguiria mais ler sem a ajuda de alguma luz acesa já que a luz da lua apenas tornava as coisas mais escuras e a cantoria e a agitação das crianças lá embaixo havia cessado.

— O que você tá fazendo aqui? — Um Haechan de 12 anos questionou confuso no batente de arco já que o cômodo em questão não tinha porta — Todo mundo já foi embora.

Ele acendeu a luz e sentou-se ao seu lado, as costas de encontro a uma das que pareciam dezenas de estantes, ele capturou o livro das suas mãos e ao visualizar a capa deixou escapar um grande sorriso na sua direção, com direito a dentinhos tortos e tudo mais.

— É o meu livro favorito — Ele disse, se aproximando mais de você para poderem dividir o livro e o lerem juntos, você continuou imóvel olhando para ele, para o cabelo levemente ondulado, para as pintinhas que decoravam seu rosto e deixavam-o ainda mais adorável.

— Prefiro livros com desenhos, mas esse é legal — Você disse se recordando da sua edição favorita de “Alice no país das maravilhas” e recebendo um olhar de reprovação de Donghyuck que falou com convicção: “Somos pré-adolescentes já, a gente não lê mais livros com desenhos” e você deu de ombros como se dissesse: “Prefiro continuar sendo uma criança então”, o que fez com que ele sorrisse docemente.

Mesmo faltando apenas dois meses para o sétimo ano acabar, você só se lembrava dos seus doze anos porque Haechan havia preenchido aquele tempo com memórias com você, viviam visitando a casa um do outro, liam de tudo, hq's, mangás, manhwas que eram os seus favoritos e romances clássicos da literatura que eram o forte de Haechan, ainda que ler “Dom Casmurro” fosse desafiante para aquela idade.

Infelizmente a cantata de natal foi a última vez que vocês se viram, quando Donghyuck beijou a sua bochecha na frente da sala e disse que você se sairia bem mesmo estando nervosa, no oitavo ano ele não ocupava mais a carteira ao seu lado e a professora havia sido substituída por outra, o que te deixou triste com a possibilidade de nunca mais ver aquele garoto que gostava de livros sem ilustrações e compridos e sabia todas as músicas do Wham! de cor e salteado.

— Por que você quer mudar de dupla agora? — Jaemin questionou organizando os copos descartáveis e os guardanapos em cima do carrinho de snacks da classe econômica, fazendo você voltar para os tempos atuais em que você já estava na casa dos vinte e não tinha mais os dourados 12 anos.

— Porque você precisa me contar mais sobre esse seu amigo — Você disse, trocando de lugar com Jeno que ajudaria Jaemin na entrega dos lanches e depois você recolheria os itens descartáveis com outra colega de trabalho, mas tudo começou com Jaemin mencionando a cerca de um amigo que ele tinha também comissário de bordo só que de outra companhia aérea. Tudo que dissera parecia ser algo que o Haechan de doze anos agora crescido faria e aquilo te deixou maluca porque trouxe à tona coisas dentro de você que em todos aqueles anos ninguém além do garotinho de sorriso torto conseguiu provocar.

— Tá tão interessada assim por que? — Ele perguntou num sussurro audível apenas por você que havia aprendido linguagem labial sem perceber. Você esperou ele questionar “Doce ou salgado?” para uma das fileiras de passageiros com aquele sorriso galante dele e os olhos meigos feito duas luas minguantes.

— Porque eu gosto dos engraçadinhos.

— E eu sou o que?

— Pelo amor de Deus, Jaemin! — Você devolveu num sussurro exclamando enquanto completava um copo com suco de laranja integral — Me diz qual é o nome dele.

— Lee Donghyuck — Ao ouvir o nome tão familiar seu cérebro simplesmente não conseguiu enviar os comandos necessários para as suas mãos que pararam de servir copos no mesmo instante, Jaemin pegou o copo descartável da sua mão e o preencheu com coca-cola zero — Ele tá pensando em tentar a licença de piloto privado.

— Você precisa me passar o número dele.

Jaemin não tinha muita escolha a não ser fazê-lo em meio a toda a sua insistência, você nem fazia ideia do que falaria para Haechan, de como se apresentaria, tinha até medo dele não te reconhecer e a amizade que vocês tiveram tivesse sido especial apenas para você, porque é verdade que fantasiamos eventos passados, às vezes eles nem são tão bonitos assim, mas a nossa realidade atual faz com que o passado aparente ter sido muito mais brilhante e saudoso.

No entanto, felizmente, Haechan pensava o mesmo de você, sentia falta de se perder na leitura de algum livro difícil porque estava te encarando como um garotinho apaixonado, o que ele era na época sem mesmo saber disso, ele gostava excepcionalmente de te ver desenhar na escrivaninha do seu quarto, inspirada pelos traços dos escritores que adorava. Por isso, Haechan sempre imaginou que você estivesse relacionada a algo artístico quando crescesse, algo parecido com Banksy, considerando a sua acidez e o fato de que odiava ser o centro das atenções, apesar de não dispensar elogios.

Não era à toa que Donghyuck havia se tornado um apreciador de arte nato, possuindo até várias obras em casa, de quadros até vasos de cerâmica que ele não fazia ideia do porque havia comprado, na verdade até sabia porque mas tinha vergonha de admitir que tudo aquilo o remetia a você.

Depois de muitas ligações, mensagens no meio do expediente correndo o risco de receberem broncas do chefe de cabine, vocês descobriram que aterrissariam no mesmo local e resolveram se aproveitar do fato. Primeiramente você ficou insegura a respeito de como se comportaram um na frente do outro, mas não houve constrangimento algum quando Haechan te encontrou no Vondelpark em Amsterdã, capturando sua mão e mesmo corando um bocado, te perguntando as coisas mais banais, como se já fossem namorados há décadas.

— Você nem tá lendo, né? — Haechan perguntou para você que apenas acompanhava-o virar de página sem entender o que acontecia no livro difícil de compreender dele, concentrava em apenas mirá-lo em segredo, incapaz de não prestar atenção no maxilar marcado e no abdômen teso o qual você repousava uma das mãos por cima da camiseta. Você se acomodou no corpo dele, aproximando-se o máximo possível, sentindo-se confortável naquela cama de hotel na presença dele, nem sentia suas pernas doerem apesar de todo o circuito de bicicleta que fizeram no parque mais cedo.

— Perdão senhor Lee. Esqueci o meu dicionário em casa — Você provocou e Haechan deixou o livro de lado pra te direcionar toda a atenção.

— Ainda prefere ilustrações, criancinha? — Ele questionou sob a iluminação amarelada do quarto e os raios de sol do entardecer que adentravam o cômodo devido as cortinas blackout estarem abertas, uma combinação perfeita para deixá-lo ainda mais bonito e hipnotizante, difícil de esquecer facilmente, era por isso que ele dominava os seus pensamentos todos os dias.

— Sempre — Você respondeu e não pôde conter o sorriso quando recebeu um selinho casto na testa, poderia ficar ali pro resto da vida, aninhada nos braços de Donghyuck com a cabeça em seu peito escutando a melhor das canções de ninar que era os batimentos cadenciado do coração do Lee.

Haechan tocou seu rosto gentilmente, acariciando a bochecha com o polegar, a mão levemente áspera te fazendo cosquinhas sem a intenção.

— Fiquei com medo de nunca mais te ver... — Ele começou a dizer incerto, testando as palavras antes de dizê-las em algo e bom som — Eu ficava ansioso em cada vôo, tentando te identificar nos rostos que eu cumprimentava, com medo de te achar e você não fazer ideia de quem era eu. Te procurei em todas as redes sociais, consciente de duas coisas, ou o seu nickname era muito esquisito ou você era muito low profile.

“Acho que um pouquinho dos dois” Você quis dizer mas desistiu de última hora, optando por se perder naquelas íris escuras e profundas.

— Escolhi essa vida maluca de comissário em parte pra te encontrar — E também porque ele sempre quis se tornar um astronauta desde pequeno, ser comissário de bordo o possibilitava ficar um pouquinho mais próximo das estrelas, embora você só se sentisse dessa forma quando estava na companhia do Lee, que era quando poderia admirar as estrelas salpicada em seu rosto em forma de pintinhas.

— Então, o fato da gente não ter se encontrado antes é porque eu sou low profile? — Haechan sorriu com a sua questão e te abraçou forte, fazendo com que você sentisse o perfume que ele exalava de pertinho, praticamente te intoxicando com tamanha doçura.

— Talvez. Vou me certificar de tirar muitas fotos suas daqui pra frente — Você o beijou suavemente e depois se afastou da mesma forma ligeira que foi a sua iniciativa, Haechan te puxou pela cintura, sem se contentar com o selo inocente, roubando todo seu fôlego como se fosse profissional nessa tarefa, você não ousou afastá-lo, beijando-o com a mesma urgência e veracidade em que ele depositava no beijo enquanto as mãos absorviam cada detalhe seu, cada curva, cada traço.

— Caralho, eu te amo — Ele disse e você sorriu, cobrindo o rosto do Lee com incontáveis beijos, fazendo-o gargalhar até ouvi-lo dizer chega. Você amava que o som da risada dele continuava o mesmo, ainda que seu corpo tivesse mudado e ele fosse mais alto que você agora.

— Quer se tornar piloto? — Donghyuck assentiu veementemente com a cabeça.

— Agora que te reencontrei, sim — Ele entrelaçou os dedos com os seus, gostando da visão das suas mãos unidas uma na outra — A gente vai ficar bem rico, tipo bilionários. E aí eu só vou querer fazer vôos particulares com a minha comissária de bordo particular.

— É uma ótima ideia — Você concordou com as palavras dele, sorrindo tal qual uma adolescente.

— Assim, eu poderia te beijar toda hora, te puxar pra algum lugarzinho em que ninguém pudesse ver a gente e te encher de beijos. Só preciso disso pra ser a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.

— Então, a gente deveria fazer isso — Haechan te beijou com calma dessa vez, invadindo sua roupa pra te sentir melhor e arrancando um suspiro da sua parte por isso — Vamos só ficar juntos, eu gosto disso.

「bônus:」

[hyuckswoman]

45. date??

previous chapter masterlist

notes: just realized. i messed up thd text order… pretend you didn’t see pls also in one of mark’s tweets it’s supposed to say i need every man to go to mars** i really need to start proofreading my chapters before i post them…

yoo i decided to include the drawings at the end for this chapter lol (bonus point if you can peep the daegal drawing on chenle's)

this chapter is not as flirty as the other ones but I still hope you guys like ittt!!

ALSO sorry if i don’t reply to the replies a lot trust i read every single one of them and grin sooo hard i just don’t know what to reply most of the timeeeeee so im SORRY!

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[lqfiles]

PAY THE PRICE — 12. invest in a cage jaemin

previous — master list — next

notes ; su-su-su-supernova ily aespa (also next chap is written again sozzz)

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[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream as One Direction Songs

Mark Lee ; Night Changes

Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes?

I don't know but Mark just suits Night Changes the most!! I feel like it talks about how you and Mark grew together until you two grew older and realized that a lot has changed between the two of you. And yet, your relationship with him never changed at all!! CRIES. Your personalities may changed, and something shifted in yourself but you and Mark? still the same! also the song has a lot of assurances, so that's why it suit Mark the most. 

Huang Renjun ; More than This

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, It just won't feel right, 'Cause I can love you more than this

Renjun just suits More than This the most. The lyrics, the angst??? yeah it describes Renjun who's your best friend WHO at the same time loves you for so long. And he has witnessed you date a lot of guys and deep inside i feel like he knows that he can love you more than the guys you've dated before. But he doesn't know where to place himself, so he just remain there as your friend, and could only yearn to love you. 

Lee Jeno ; Where do Broken Hearts Go?

Try to find you, but I just don't know Where do broken hearts go

Upbeat song with a depressing lyrics about a heart break and break up? this is Jeno! I don't know but I can imagine Jeno singing this to be honest BUT imagine ex-bf! Jeno who you broke up with you and you two were SO devastated about it. And soon, Jeno realized that he fucked up with his decision to break up with you, so he's wanted to find you again and wanted another chance with you. 

Lee Donghyuck ; 18

All I could do is say that these arms were made for holding you I wanna love like you made me feel when we were 18

No seriously, Haechan just matches 18 the most! (insert his 10 years unrequited love.) so I bet that Haechan knows what love means since he was young. He would probably don't know how to but at that young age, he just knows that he wanted to be with you!! That's why 18 is such a cute song for childhood friends to lovers because imagine this trope at Haechan :< Like until you two grew older in your 20s, you two will still recall your young love at 18. 

Na Jaemin ; Perfect

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about Then baby, you're perfect

Oh, perfect is so Jaemin-coded. I just know it!! The secret affair, the late-night rendezvous, and doing the most wildest things despite the scandal, Jaemin is willing to do so just for you!! It's a risky love and there's a lot of gamble about, but god, this is Na Jaemin. Even though your relationship with him is uncertain, you still are willing to risk it just for him!! (I mean look at him, and tell me you wouldn't risk everything for him.)

Zhong Chenle ; They Don't Know About Us

They don't know I've waited all my life Just to find a love that feels this right

It was hard to find a song for Chenle to be honest. CRIES. But I feel like TDKAU suits him the most. Imagine a forbidden love with Chenle! It's so genuine and everything just feel so right even though it's wrong!! But for Chenle, he wanted to protect you, he wanted to show the world that he loves you and he's willing to go against everyone!! He's hardheaded and he doesn't care about what they think about!! All he wants for him and you to be together!! <3

Park Jisung ; Last First Kiss

Baby let me be your Let me be your last first kiss

Oh this is so friends to lovers Jisung! This sounds like Jisung confessing to you!! He muster up all the courage to tell you what he feel!! And it sounds so cheesy and cute, but he's just tired of being in the friend-zone so he confessed to you!! I don't know why but this is just Jisung-coded, and honestly, this is so cute :< because after his confession, you two kissed, and it's innocently intimate and you two ended up laughing after!!

[writerpetals]

all you have to do is ask | ❤️

; optional male lead fluff |  ☁️

He’s the cutest when he smiles. Your heart feels as if it will pound right out of your chest when you’re the reason for his grin flashed your way in the middle of studying the outline of the report you’re writing up while staring at a blinding screen for far too long. He chuckles any time you make a simple mistake, and his eyes wrinkle and his nose scrunches before he corrects your error with a soft tone and more patience than you ever expected.

He’s not your boss, and not even the supervisor of the department, but he has been in charge of helping new hires at the office you began working at a few months prior. Though, what should have been only a week of getting you settled in and set up with your workload, tasks, and anything else the head of the department likes to throw on his workers last minute has turned into him keeping a close eye on you in case you need a little extra assistance.

“Just until you get the hang of things,” he promises, but by now you have a hard time believing it, and even sometimes you find yourself hoping it’s just an excuse to get closer to you. 

You should feel a bit embarrassed he’s always coming to your aid when you forget an attachment or pointing out corrections before your supervisor notices, but it’s hard to turn away his help when his smiles make your heart flutter and his kindness makes it so easy to play the part of clumsy or forget new employee. 

“Did you remember to e-mail the updates on your latest report?” he asks while walking past your desk to make his way to the copy machine, a stack of papers in hand and a grin on his lips because he already knows the answer. “It’s important!”

“I, uh, I’ll get right on that!” you inform him, immediately clicking away to pull up your contacts on your computer as the heat rushes to your face for being so forgetful. “Thanks!” 

You hear his chuckle even after he’s passed, but you’re thankful he’s observant enough to keep you in line, wondering if he’s the same way with all of your other co-workers. Maybe you’re too anxious over making sure you don’t make another mistake he won’t manage to catch, but part of you wishes he isn’t just being nice and helpful to the newest employee. 

“Here, let me get that!” he says, rushing to your side two days later when you have managed to jam the only printer on your entire floor. You step aside, the warmth of embarrassment flooding your cheeks as he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work un-sticking the mess of paper you’ve somehow made.

“Thanks,” you say with a voice so quiet he almost misses it. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I try my best,” he teases, grin wide as ever and your body feeling tingling all over from the sight of him. 

A few weeks pass and you try to handle things on your own, however. Even if you enjoy his help every now and then, you do want to try your best so you don’t end up getting under his skin for his niceness to wear off. You also don’t want it to get around that you’re more trouble than you’re worth, so you leave post-its stuck to your monitor with reminders for all the attachments and e-mails you need to send, scribble down important times and dates of meetings and deadlines on the calendar resting over your desk, and even finish your latest report a day ahead of schedule.

You feel the pride swarming in your chest after a while, and even if you admit that you miss his visits to your desk to check up on you as well as spotting his soft smile or hearing his light-hearted chuckle, it’s nice to feel like you’re not so new and trying to get a grip on even simple tasks. You begin to feel like a member of the team, working hard to please your supervisor, and you even get a quick “good job” from your boss before leaving one afternoon.

Though, the confidence doesn’t last long when you sit down at your desk one morning to prepare to send the latest report to your supervisor, only to find the document wiped clean with no trace of a copy in an existing folder, and no signs of it accidentally being deleted in the recycle bin. Your heart sinks, wide eyes staring at the screen for a few moments as you click away to check every occupied space in your hard drive, stomach twisting as the seconds pass and the report you spent a week working hard on is nowhere to be found. You gulp, and close the document, only to open it once again, spotting a white page with a blinking cursor ready to begin typing. 

You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, knowing you trashed your notes the day before when you thought the report was ready to be sent. How could this happen? How could you be so careless? The doubts flood you over and over as you continue to stare at the screen with a furrowed brow and slacked jaw. 

It’s not until he walks past do you pull yourself from your trance, hearing your name being called in what sounds like a muffled voice once, twice, and three times until you finally snap your gaze in his direction.

“Everything okay?” he asks, curious and concerned and when you don’t reply, he takes a step closer to press his hands to the desk. “What’s wrong?”

Your heart sinks even lower. You were doing so well. You were getting the hang of things, and now the report is gone and due in a day and you have no notes to start over. 

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, forcing a smile that his frown insists he doesn’t believe. “Yes, yeah, yup! I… I’m great!” Nervous laughter falls from your lips to have him wrinkling his brow, but he doesn’t push the issue.

“Alright, well, if you need anything…”

“Got it! Thanks.” Your fake smile widens and he hesitates for a moment before walking away.

You can fix this, you tell yourself, trying to calm your nerves while you reach for the small garbage bin next to your desk in hopes that there are a few notes scribbled on paper you tossed the night before. But of course, the trash is always emptied Wednesday nights and there’s a fresh bag greeting you when you look inside.

Huffing, you slump down in your chair, considering spending your morning looking for new jobs because you just know when your report hasn’t arrived by the following morning your boss is going to fire you. Just when you were getting decent paychecks, saving up for a new place to live, planning to get away from your annoying, messy roommate you try to avoid at all costs and hey, maybe even buy yourself a new pair of heels while you’re at it. 

You can’t help but to groan as your head falls to your hands, mentally saying bye bye to that apartment with the view you had your heart set on, immediately feeling sorry for yourself until his words replay in your mind. You know you could ask him for help, but how could he even fix your mistake? Your report is missing, your notes are trashed, and there’s a possibility if you involve him, he could get disciplined for your mistake as well. The last thing you want to do is get the sweet, helpful guy that assisted you more times than you deserved in trouble right along with you. 

Still, you have no other options. He did offer, you tell yourself, rising from your desk on feet that won’t budge until you work up enough courage to move. Your legs begin to shake and you wonder why you’re so worked up in just asking for help. You know you don’t want to be a problem, something annoying to get under his skin. But he did offer, you remind yourself once again. 

It takes you twice as long to make your way to his desk, wishing your knees weren’t shaking so much, praying your heart stops pounding as hard. You spot him with a phone to his ear and a pen in hand, writing down a few things on paper a moment before he notices your presence. He smiles your way and you feel a bit sick to your stomach, as well as a bit disappointed you’ll never witness his smile again once you tell him the news and you’re fired over your mistake.

Bye bye sweet & helpful co-worker. You refrain from pouting while waiting patiently for him to finish his phone call, and it seems as if he speeds up the conversation with his client with a promise to get back to them before placing the phone on the hook with a click.

“Everything okay?” he asks just as before, smile fading when he senses your hesitation, and the fact that your eyes have fallen to the floor because you’re too embarrassed to face him.

“I…” you begin to whisper, seeing him shift his weight from the corner of your eye to turn his chair toward you, “...need help.” When you gather the courage to glance toward him, his brows are raised a bit, and when he stands is when you lower your head once again. 

“With?” he questions with a chuckle, watching you nibble on your bottom lip and shift from one foot to the other. 

“I messed up,” you exhale, closing your eyes for a moment, “big time.” 

“How?” He steps closer before crossing his arms over his chest, and in a wave of overwhelming embarrassment flooding your body in a rush of heat, you blurt out the words in a jumbled sentence, telling him your report was finished, informing him you tossed the notes before heading home the night before, filling him in on your shock to see the whole thing gone when you arrived that morning and even spilling how scared you were to tell him because you didn’t want to get him in trouble as well if he was involved. 

The air has escaped your lungs by the time you’re finished, and he stands, staring, taking it all in as well as the sight of you wide-eyed with your bottom lip trembling, wondering just how hard you’re working to keep yourself together before he offers a simple shrug.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” is all he says, voice calm as ever before he strolls over to your desk while you hurry behind him. He takes a seat  in your chair then straightens his tie, pushes back his sleeves, and concentrates on the computer screen with a few clicks of the mouse. A heaviness settles in your chest and you swear the nausea will get the better of you as you wait for him to do whatever magic he’s planning, and the moment his smile returns to his lips is when a split-second of relief washes over you. “There it is.”

“You found it?!” Rushing to his side, you nearly bump his shoulder trying to get a view of the screen. There you spot the report you had worked so hard on, complete and ready to be sent with only a few seconds of work from him. “Oh my God! I could kiss you!”

Your voice travels a bit farther than you would have liked, earning a few awkward glances from co-workers sitting at their desks nearby while he  chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this what was bothering you?” he asks. “You thought your report was gone forever.”

“Yes, ugh,” you groan, shoulder slumping and head falling. “I was so scared. I just knew I was going to be fired. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, for starters,” he tells you, rising from your chair, and you stand straight up to follow his lead, “you should have come to me sooner. Sometimes documents get wiped when the system forgets to automatically save, but you can always find them in the temporary folders.”

“I… should have thought of that. Ugh, I’m so dumb sometimes…”

“You’re not dumb.” Laughter falls from his lips as he shakes his head once again. “We’ve all made mistakes, and we all need help sometimes.”

“You’ve helped me so much since I started. I didn’t want to annoy you.” Your voice lowers as you admit your worries, but he raises a hand to dismiss them away. 

“You could never annoy me, I’m here to help” he tells you, same smile forming over his lips that makes your body weak. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Thanks. You really saved me here.” He nods in understanding before letting you get back to sending your report, but not before you reach for his arm to keep him for a moment. “Can I make it up to you? You’ve really done so much for me, the least I could do is buy you a coffee… or something.” There’s a certain surprise lighting up his eyes you’ve never seen as he looks down at you, pressing his lips together before the corners curl, and he agrees a second later without an ounce of hesitation.

The two of you find yourself at a cafe a few blocks from work after you clock out, where you both have ordered your favorite flavor of tea to drink while sharing a raspberry pastry. You settle for a table near the window to watch the people pass by with their umbrellas beneath a sudden afternoon shower, lucky to have made it on time to keep from getting wet, as well as have an excuse not to leave as quickly. You enjoy each other’s company, making small talk while you slip in a few more thank you’s because you couldn’t be more grateful for his help. He smiles and nods each time, the shyness evident in his face with every sign of your appreciation and somehow it makes talking to him much easier outside of work.

“Maybe I can take you out next time,” he says while chewing on the last bite of the pastry while you sip your tea through a grin. “Somewhere proper like…”

“Like a date?” you ask before you can stop yourself, and he bites his lip for a moment to hide his eagerness.

“Do you want it to be a date?”

“Do you?” He smiles at you answering a question with a question. It’s that same smile that makes you weak in the knees once again, and you’re blurting out words before you even have time to consider what you’re saying thanks to how irresistibly cute you find him. “Because I do.”

His smile widens. Your heart drums wildly in your chest. “Good,” is all he says, “me too.” 

“Well,” you begin, finding a sudden confidence from his words, “if you want a date... all you have to do is ask.”