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🌶️Hot Sauce and Heart Eyes🌶️ (Festival!Mingyu) Part 4

pairing: Mingyu x reader

warning: SMUT, protected sex, some fluff but lots of tension and smut in general

The sun’s blazing, the fryer’s hissing, onions are slowly caramelizing in the pan — and you? You’re long gone. At least mentally.

You’re standing at the stove in a trance, staring into nothing, hand still gripping the handle of the pan — not even noticing how hot it’s getting.

Until it starts to steam slightly and you yank your hand back with a jolt.

“Fuck.”

You curse loudly, staring at the red mark on your skin.

“Oh good, so you are alive.”

Your coworker sounds relieved as she wipes her hands on a towel.

“More than that,” you mutter, trying to soothe the burn with a bit of spit.

„So I take it last night went well.”

She smirks knowingly.

You sigh deeply and shrug.

“You could say that. Though the only vibrations I ended up getting were from his phone when one of his bandmates called.”

She winces.

“That’s a hell of a mood killer.”

You scoff and kick a roll of paper towels across the floor.

“If I were a guy, my balls would be navy blue by now.”

Her eyes widen. She leans in, voice low.

“You mean… you were actually gonna go all in with him?”

You pause. Think.

Truth is — you don’t even know.

Sure, Mingyu was ridiculously attractive.

The way he kissed you last night, his hands exploring your body, how he pressed you up against the photo booth wall like you were the only thing keeping him grounded…

Just the memory sends a heatwave straight through you.

Tiny beads of sweat form on your upper lip.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” your coworker says, pointing at your face.

You wipe your lip quickly with your sleeve and frown.

“I don’t know, okay?”

“No shame in that. I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see him again after all this?”

She shrugs.

Your stomach twists.

That thought’s been lurking in the back of your mind for a while now, tucked neatly into a drawer you’ve been refusing to open.

You decide to leave it shut a little longer and scoff.

“I’m not some horny house cat.”

“I’ll remind you of that next time I catch you rubbing up against the oven.”

The day has flown by, and you’re not sure whether it’s because it was that busy or because your mind’s been somewhere else entirely. Either way, you’ve been working like a machine, cranking out one order after another.

You’re so deep in the zone, it almost catches you off guard when your coworker slaps the little bell on the counter.

“And that was the last order of the day!” she announces proudly, clapping her hands.

You clap too and nod, satisfied.

“That was a damn good day,” you say proudly.

“And it’s not even over for you,” she says excitedly.

Speaking of—

You glance at your watch.

Where’s Mingyu? He’s running a little late, but you just shrug it off casually and start helping clean up the chaos.

“What are you doing tonight?” you ask her as you step out of the truck and she slings her bag over her shoulder.

“I’m throwing myself into the crowd. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky tonight too.”

She grins wickedly and wiggles her eyebrows.

You laugh and toss a napkin at her.

“The only thing you need is a cold shower.”

“What about you? Aren’t you two supposed to be meeting up soon?”

She gives you a curious look.

“It’s fine. I’ll wait.”

You wave it off casually.

You say your goodbyes and sit on the steps of your food truck.

After a while, you glance at your watch again, and slowly, nervous energy starts to creep in.

You’re just starting to wonder what could be holding him up when you hear rustling.

“Hey!”

Mingyu’s voice calls out as he walks toward you with a bag in hand.

You try not to show your relief as you stand up.

“Thought I wasn’t gonna show, didn’t you?” he teases.

“It’s not exactly polite to keep a lady waiting,” you scold, playfully.

“You say that now, but wait till you see why I’m late.”

He’s buzzing with excitement as he leads you over to the little bench and asks you to sit.

Then he sets the bag on the table and pulls out a few food containers.

“You got food,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

He shakes his head.

“I made food!” he announces proudly.

“You cooked?”

You look at him, genuinely surprised, taking one of the boxes in your hand.

“Just a little something. Nothing fancy,” he shrugs as he sits down beside you.

“So this right here is spicy rice cakes,” he explains, opening one of the containers and poking inside with a fork.

A surprisingly sweet smell drifts into your nose, but you don’t let it throw you off.

He holds the fork up to your face, and you open your mouth obediently.

At first, you’re pleasantly surprised by the soft texture of the rice cake—

until you register an odd mix of way too much tomato and something unexpectedly sweet.

“This, um… this isn’t tteokbokki, is it?” you mumble with your mouth still full.

“Wait— you even know the name?!”

He looks genuinely impressed.

You nod and finish chewing, then take the box into your hands.

“Yeah… it’s usually made with that spicy chili paste.”

“Gochujang! I grabbed some from the catering fridge.”

He grins, proud of himself.

You take another small bite and frown slightly.

“Yeah… this is not gochujang.”

He stares at you, confused.

“That can’t be. Wait—”

He tries a bite himself, and his face immediately twists into a grimace.

“This is—”

“I’m guessing tomato paste. With a crap ton of honey,” you inform him calmly.

“The container in the fridge wasn’t labeled! And it looked exactly like gochujang!”

he mumbles, completely mortified.

“I mean, it’s not bad! Just… aggressively sweet,” you admit with a crooked smile.

He glances at the remaining containers, then his expression drops.

“Uh oh.”

He grabs another box with rice and kimchi.

“There’s a good chance I messed this one up too,” he admits, holding it out toward you.

You sniff it—

then immediately recoil.

“Whoa— is that cinnamon?!”

You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“It smells like Christmas in here.”

“I couldn’t find the red pepper flakes…”

he whines, looking genuinely defeated.

You sigh and place a hand gently on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Not when the thought tastes like a kitchen accident.”

You laugh and bump him playfully in the side.

“There’s a saying, you know—‘stick to what you’re good at.’ And what you’re good at is singing, dancing, and knocking over cans. Maybe leave the cooking to me.”

He still doesn’t look entirely convinced.

But when he finally turns and looks at you—

he can’t help it.

He starts to smile.

“Okay… I guess I just didn’t want you to think I only liked you for your food.”

“Don’t worry. That’s what your bandmates are for.”

“Gro—”

He opens his mouth to correct you again but then waves it off.

“You know what? Never mind.”

He starts laughing.

You think for a second, then shoot him a cheeky look.

“But we could cook something together,” you suggest.

He smiles and raises an eyebrow.

“So you’d be my teacher then?”

You grin and stand up, holding your hand out to him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too strict with you.”

He takes your hand and stands up as well.

“Oh, please do.”

You laugh, and the two of you head into your truck.

When you hand him an apron, he gives you a questioning look.

“Is this really necessary?”

“We wouldn’t want to mess up that fancy outfit of yours.”

You tug teasingly at his shirt.

“My plan was to take it off anyway, but… you’re the boss,” he shrugs and ties the apron on.

You open the fridge and pull out a bowl of rice.

“You probably already know, but fried rice is always made with rice from the day before. And it’s best cold—fresh rice just turns to mush.”

You hand him the bowl.

“Now fluff it up a little. Gently. It’s not just women that need to be handled with care.”

He smiles and slides his fingers into the rice, carefully breaking up the clumps with a surprising amount of tenderness.

He looks down at the bowl, then back at you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever touched rice this… emotionally.”

You glance down at his fingers, the way he carefully separates each grain and rubs the clumps apart.

“Well, you’re doing it surprisingly well,” you murmur.

“Oh yeah?”

His gaze is intense as it meets yours.

You swallow hard but pull yourself together.

“Okay, now we need onions, garlic, spring onions, carrots, and an egg,” you say quickly, laying out the ingredients.

You grab a large knife and position yourself so he can watch.

“We’re dicing the onion like this… and be careful with your fingers—cut anything but your ego.”

You demonstrate.

He watches closely before picking up the knife himself.

But before he can start, you stop him.

“No, curl your fingers like this. We don’t want to lose any, right?”

You touch his hand, guiding his grip.

He turns his head toward you with a smirk.

“Eyes forward, soldier,” you instruct, gently turning his head back to the veggies.

He’s actually not bad at it—

and you can’t help but notice the way his bicep tenses as he chops.

You bite your lip instinctively.

When he glances back at you, you let go of your lip and act like nothing happened.

You grab a pan and set it on the stove.

“Careful with this one—she’s got more fire in her than you’d expect. And she bites.”

You hold up your hand to show a small burn.

“That happen today?”

He looks concerned.

“My parents warned me what happens when you play with fire,” you sigh dramatically.

“Sometimes it goes well… if you know how to play it right,” he says, looking at you.

You ignore the comment and pour a bit of oil into the pan.

Once everything is chopped, you start grabbing the ingredients.

“First garlic and onions—sear them on high heat. It needs to sizzle.”

He follows your lead, tossing them into the pan while you turn up the heat.

A rich, mouthwatering aroma rises up almost immediately.

He glances at you, waiting for a cue.

You nod.

“Exactly.”

You praise him.

“Now the veggies. And the egg goes in last. You need to stir it fast—but gently.”

You demonstrate the motion with your hand.

This time, no snarky comments.

He’s focused. Silent.

Gently stirring with the spatula, his expression serious.

“You can be a little rougher, you know,” you tease, laughing as he almost treats the egg like it might break his heart.

“And now—”

You announce like a show host, grabbing the bowl of rice.

You tip it into the pan as he keeps stirring.

Then you add the finishing touches: a mix of spices, a splash of soy sauce, a drizzle of sesame oil—

and finally, you switch off the stove.

You hold up a spoon and give him a challenging look.

“Well? Ready?”

He grins, takes a spoon, blows on it, and tastes.

He freezes for a second.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, nodding slowly.

“That’s good.”

He holds the spoon out to you.

You take it, locking eyes with him as you bring it to your lips.

“Mmm,” you hum softly, savoring it.

You drag your finger across your lips with a satisfied sigh.

“That’s really good.”

His grip on the spoon tightens slightly, and his gaze darkens as it lingers on you.

“We should eat fast,” he says, voice rough

You’ve made yourselves comfortable on the steps of your truck, the pan balanced on your raised knees as you eat together. Your thighs lightly touch as your forks poke through the food.

“The guys are gonna worship me for this,” he mumbles with his mouth full.

“Rightfully so, it’s really good,” you agree enthusiastically.

“Although nothing beats your food,” he adds quickly.

“Aww… but yeah, you’re right,” you reply with a grin.

He spots a grain of rice on your collarbone.

Gently, he reaches out and picks it up with his finger.

“Do I get to make a wish now? Oh wait, that only works with eyelashes,” you joke.

“Maybe I’ll make one anyway,” he says, popping the rice into his mouth.

“Well, you just ate your wish,” you say dryly.

“It was headed in the same direction anyway, so it works,” he says with a wink.

For a while, you sit in silence—eating, exchanging glances.

But the spot on your collarbone where his finger just was feels like it’s burning through your skin.

“You know…” he starts eventually,

“I’ve had fancalls with women waiting for me in just their bras… and not one of them came close to how turned on I am right now.”

You laugh and frown at him.

“Okay…?” you ask, caught off guard.

He laughs too, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I… I’m not really sure how to handle this.”

"You could start with not looking at me like I'm the desert." You suggest and he smiles.

Then he spots a drop of soy sauce at your cheek.

He swipes it off with his thumb.

“Are you always this messy when you cook? How have I never noticed that before?”

He licks his thumb.

This time, you’re the one looking at him like he’s the only thing on the menu.

Your gaze is heated, intense.

Without warning, you lean in and kiss him—your lips meeting his just as the pan tips from your knees, scattering rice everywhere.

“Shit!” you curse and spring to your feet.

Mingyu stands up too, glancing skyward as you grab a broom.

“Someone up there is really enjoying messing with me,” he mutters in frustration.

You don’t want the night to end so abruptly, so you decide to walk him back to his hotel. You’re far from tired anyway.

You laugh the entire way, and he tells you funny stories about his shows and his group, while you hang on every word.

As the hotel sign finally comes into view, the mood shifts.

“Well… I guess this is it,” you say softly, offering a pained smile.

He looks at you uncertainly, then back at the hotel.

“Technically… this isn’t the hotel yet. And you said you’d walk me to it.”

He pauses, thinking for a moment.

“Front entrance is off-limits for me, but… the back entrance should work.”

He grabs your hand.

You walk around the block, past parked cars and behind tall hedges, until you reach a gravel path that leads to a small side entrance.

“I’ll text Wonwoo to open the door,” Mingyu says, typing on his phone.

“And I’ll be heading home now,” you tease with a grin.

He pockets his phone again and looks at you.

“Right… thanks again. For the, uh… escort.”

“I’m the full package,” you joke.

You both lean in, exchanging a soft kiss on the lips.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

“Goodnight,” he echoes, just as quiet.

But neither of you moves. And before you can say anything else, he kisses you again.

This time, it’s nothing like the first. It’s hungry, intense—full of tongue and teeth and everything you’ve both been holding back.

You moan softly into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair.

“I—” you breathe, barely able to form words.

“I should go. Someone might see me.”

He doesn’t let go. Instead, he pulls you even closer, until your body’s molded against his.

He turns you two so you stumble against a Plant next to you which tends to fall down.

Quick as ever, he catches it with one hand—without letting go of you.

The door creaks open.

You both freeze.

Wonwoo stands in the doorway, looking slightly disturbed.

“Just saying… rooms offer way more privacy.”

Then he disappears into the stairwell, leaving the door ajar.

You blush and glance at Mingyu, who looks between you and the open door… and then again.

And again.

“Come with me,” he growls, grabs your hand, and pulls you into the hallway.

The first thing he does after his door closes is push you against his wall and kiss you just as hungry and roughly as he did outside.

You let your body run wild and hastily tug at his shirt. He pulls it over his torso while you run your hands over his muscular chest and abs.

"Fuck, you can't be real." You gasp, stunned at the sight of his body. He grins and supports himself with one arm above you. "right back at you" he whispers, and with his other hand, as if you were nothing, he lifts you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist and your back is pressed against the wall.

His lips now rest on your neck, and the hand above you on the wall slides down to you and feels the fastener of your shorts. His fingers slide in and you feel him massaging your folds, his hot breath against your skin and you cling to his muscular arms.

You moan with pleasure, bite your lip and then turn your head to kiss him again. Your saliva mixes together and you feel like you're losing your footing.

He increases the pressure of his fingers and hits exactly the spot that turns your legs to jelly. Just as you moan loudly, he lifts you up again and sits you down on the small TV table.

You gasp in shock as he practically rips your shorts off your body and your panties along with them. You look down at him, electrified, as he glares at you and gets down on his knees in front of you.

He starts to pepper your thighs with light kisses, his fingers brushing against your skin as if you were made of porcelain. Your breathing becomes shallow and rapid as you watch him.

He grins briefly before leaning toward your center and kissing you between your legs. You throw your head back, your fingers gently tugging at his hair.

He grumbles something, but you don't understand him. Shortly afterward, you feel him start to move his tongue up and down your clit.

You cling to the table as if your life depended on it. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently while one of his fingers joins it, playing with the entrance to your pussy.

"Mingyu," you gasp desperately, and he slowly pushes his finger inside you. You lift one of your legs to rest it on his back while he licks you hungrily and pumps his finger inside you.

His free hand gropes for your upper body and wraps around your breast. You place a hand on his, and your breathing becomes increasingly hectic and uncontrolled. He eats you out as if he hasn't eaten in ages, and you remember his wish with the grain of rice.

The mere thought of it drives you crazy and increases the pleasure. His tongue speeds up as he bends his finger slightly to adjust the angle. "II think I—" you stammer, stopping. "Yes, then do it."

You hear him murmuring beneath you, and with a loud scream, you cum. He obediently licks up everything you give him before carefully pulling his finger out of you and getting back on his feet.

His chin and mouth glisten as you push him away a little and slide off the table. Your legs are shaky, but you practically rush at him, unzipping his pants and pulling them down before ripping off your top and unclasping your bra.

He looks at you hungrily as you pull his boxer shorts down as well and see his cock for the first time. Your mouth waters and you don't hesitate, pushing him back against the wall, causing his back to hit the wall and you to kneel in front of him.

He watches you with wide eyes as you take him in your hand and slowly start to slide up and down. He furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth slightly.

You open your mouth too and let your tongue glide along a wet path from his balls to the tip. He moans softly as you repeat this gesture two more times before you close your lips around his tip and slowly but surely let your mouth slide down onto him.

He is big, but you take him all the way into your mouth until the tip of your nose hits his pelvis. You slowly pull back and suck a little while your mouth repeats the movement.

You feel his hands in your hair and how he controls your movements. "Oh my God," he gasps tensely, looking down at you.

The sight almost drives him crazy, and when you put your hand on his balls to massage them, he practically rips you away and pushes you back towards the table.

He turns you around so that your thighs are pressed against the edge of the table and your back is to him. "Fuck," he exclaims quietly, seeming to rummage for something.

Before you can ask, he pushes you forward a bit so that your upper body is slightly bent and he has a full view of your ass. You hear him spitting into his hand, and the next thing that happens is him impatiently positioning himself and pushing his cock into you.

You both moan loudly and he falls forward a little so that you can feel his forehead between your shoulder blades. He gasps with effort before slowly pulling out of you and then ramming it back in.

The table beneath you begins to shake as Mingyu moves his cock inside you. Each of his thrusts is rougher than the last.

You both moan as Mingyu leans forward and kisses your neck. You move your hips to meet him as well, your pussy clenching tightly around him.

He curses and pulls out of you before his hands turn you towards him and he lifts you up. You immediately kiss him passionately and put your arms around his shoulders.

He carries you towards the bed and your legs hit the floor lamp which falls to the floor with a loud crash.

You ignore it and he spontaneously pushes you back against the wall, wrapping your legs around his hips as he positions himself at your entrance again and lets himself slide in.

This time, he wastes no time, placing his hands on your ass and moving you up and down on his cock. You lean your head against the wall behind you, enjoying the rough material rubbing against your back. Meanwhile, Mingyu has pressed his lips to your breasts, kissing them hungrily.

This time it's you who pushes yourself off the wall with your hand so that you both fall onto his bed. He lands on his back and you sit on top of him, he's still inside you.

You sit up a little and then start riding him. Your hands are on his chest as you lift your hips and then let yourself fall back onto his cock.

He watches you with wide eyes, his fingers touching you everywhere and he sits up so he can kiss you again. You moan against each other and the bed starts to squeak loudly as Mingyu also lifts his hips to go even deeper.

"Oh fuck yes," you gasp and look down at him. He flips you so that you are lying on your back and he is on top of you. You stare into each other's eyes, completely out of breath.

He puts a hand on your face and suddenly kisses you very tenderly while he moves his hips more slowly. You close your eyes and stroke his hair while your other hand pulls him close to you.

His thrusts are slower now, but deeper and more intense; it's as if he hits the right spot every time. He grimaces, his eyes looking at you almost pleadingly. You understand immediately and nod.

He bends your leg slightly, and his thrusts become a little faster. He strokes your skin, and his breathing becomes shallower as he snaps his hips against yours, moaning loudly. You cling to him and gently kiss his neck as he comes down from his orgasm.

As he gently pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, the two of you lie there in silence for a while. Your bodies are covered in a thin layer of sweat, and you’re both trying to catch your breath.

The room looks like a tornado tore through it—clothes scattered everywhere, the lamp still lying on the floor, magazines spilled off the TV stand, the table nearly pushed to the window, and the bed itself shoved out of place with blankets and pillows all over the ground.

Mingyu is the first to shift slightly and grimace.

“Pretty sure I pulled a muscle.”

“I can’t feel my thigh anymore,” you reply without missing a beat.

He lets out a short laugh, then turns onto his side, propping his head up with one hand to look at you.

“By the way, I gotta say… mad respect for your self-control.” he grins wickedly.

You stare at him, mock-offended.

“Excuse me? You just fucked me across the entire room.”

You smack his chest playfully.

You turn to face him too, so you’re now nose to nose. He looks at you for a long moment—soft gaze, his eyes practically glowing as they lock with yours.

He reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

“But it was worth it, right?”

You return his smile and lean in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Definitely.”

He smiles like a boy who just got away with something, trailing his finger lazily over your bare skin.

“You’re staying, right? Otherwise, I’ll feel so cheap.” he says with a mock-innocent expression.

“Won’t that get you into trouble?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” he shrugs, glancing around the room.

“But that sounds like a problem for Future Mingyu.”

He waves it off before pulling you in closer, shifting you both so he’s lying on his back and you’re curled up on his chest.

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🌶️Hot Sauce and Heart Eyes🌶️ (Festival!Mingyu) Part 3

@lveegsoi

pairing: reader x Mingyu

warnings: it gets a liiiiitle bit steamy here so be warned!

Disclaimer: not my gif

Part 4 (SMUT)

The next day—there was no other way to put it—started out absolutely shitty for you. Your cold water had stopped working, you’d overslept, and when you finally arrived at the festival grounds, you discovered that someone had turned your truck into the afterparty venue last night and left all their trash behind.

Now you’re standing there, armed with a garbage bag, cleaning up the mess while ranting to your coworker.

“I could lose it. It’s not like there’s a shortage of space to party around here. Why the hell did they have to continue right here?” you mutter angrily, kicking an empty beer bottle out of your way.

“You know the saying—‘the party is wherever you are,’” your coworker replies with a shake of her head, lifting a used condom off the ground with clear disgust.

You scrunch up your face and adjust your sunglasses.

Today was shaping up to be the hottest day yet.

“How’d the night end?” she asks, clearly fishing.

“What do you mean?” you reply, disinterested.

“You know exactly what I mean,” she says with a sly little grin.

You glance at her and just let out a tired laugh.

“Can we please just focus on cleaning up?”

She chuckles but then glances behind you.

“I think that’s gonna be hard,” she says, amused.

When you give her a questioning look, she nods behind you.

When you turn around, Mingyu is heading toward you, two coffee cups in his hands and a paper bag held between his teeth.

“Good morning, ladies,” he mumbles through the bag before setting the cups down on the small bench nearby.

“What are you doing here so early? When did you even wake up?” you ask, stunned, glancing at your watch.

“Early,” he shrugs, pulling the bag from his mouth.

“I took the liberty of bringing you coffee and croissants,” he says proudly.

“Aww,” your coworker swoons, while your own excitement remains… limited.

“Today’s going to be the hottest day of the year and you bring extra hot coffee?” you remark flatly.

“Ignore her—she’s in a mood,” your coworker jumps in quickly.

“Some assholes trashed my truck,” you grumble, lifting the garbage bag slightly for emphasis.

Mingyu wrinkles his nose a little.

“Sounds like it’s gonna be an eventful day,” he says, digging into his pocket.

“Yay,” you mutter sarcastically.

He suddenly holds out a lanyard with a pass attached.

You frown.

“What’s this?”

“My parking ticket. What do you think? It’s your backstage pass. You’re coming behind the stage tonight,” he announces proudly, looking at you like a golden retriever waiting for a treat.

Instead, you stare at him, slightly bewildered, examining the pass in your hand.

“Look, that’s really sweet, but I don’t think I’m the type for this whole… backstage… groupie thing,” you reply skeptically.

He rolls his eyes.

“Relax, I’m not planning to parade you around like a trained pony. I just figured it’d be less stressful than me having to track you down out front again,” he explains.

Part of you appreciates the gesture.

The other part—the one currently fueled by trash, heat, and a bad mood—is still louder.

But before you can say anything, your coworker jumps in again.

“That’s super sweet, thank you. She’ll thank you properly later when she’s not being a bitch,” she says quickly, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

Mingyu smiles, satisfied.

“Great. Then I’ll see you later,” he says, nodding toward the coffee.

“And for the record—it’s iced coffee. I do have a brain,” he adds, tapping his temple before turning and strolling off toward the stage.

You turn to your coworker, about to say something—

but she shoves a croissant into your mouth.

“Save it. You’ll thank me later.”

The sun is slowly setting.

The festival grounds are beginning to quiet down, the crowds thinning, and the frenzy of the day finally starting to fade.

The food trucks are still letting off steam, but the real rush is over.

You lean, exhausted, against the open flap of your truck.

Sweat clings to your neck, your feet ache, your T-shirt is stained, and you smell like old oil.

Honestly? You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go?”

Your coworker peers out at you from inside the truck.

You glance down at yourself, then look at her, defeated.

“Do you have any deodorant?” you ask hesitantly.

She eyes you up and down and shakes her head with authority.

“Yeah… you’re not going anywhere like that.”

She disappears for a moment, then comes back with her bag.

“Here. I always keep a spare outfit in case I end up going out last minute. We’re about the same size… might be a little tight up here though,” she adds, gesturing toward your chest.

You raise an eyebrow and glance into her bag.

“I can’t wear your clothes.”

“You don’t have a choice,” she says, pointing at you.

“There is no way I’m letting you show up like this in front of that insanely hot guy.”

You shoot her a skeptical look.

She places her hands on your shoulders.

“You know, it’s okay to just… shut up for once and be nice.”

“I am nice,” you protest.

She tilts her head.

“I love you, you know that. But you can be kind of prickly. You keep people at arm’s length—and that guy? He really likes you. Maybe… it wouldn’t kill you to let him see you like him back.”

You look down at your shoes.

She’s not wrong.

“Come on,” she says. “There’s deodorant and perfume in the bag too.”

She turns you around and gives you a playful smack on the butt.

You laugh softly.

But then, something clicks.

“Wait.”

You spin back toward her.

“Do we still have anything in the leftover bin?”

You feel a little lost as you make your way into the backstage area with your pass that evening. You hold it up awkwardly when security stops you, unsure of where you’re even supposed to go. The sound of the crowd still echoes from the stage, and you glance around hopefully, searching for a familiar face.

Just as you’re about to start panicking, a small group of young men passes by. You instinctively step aside to let them through, your gaze lowered—until—

“If it isn’t the Wicked Witch of the East.”

You smirk as Mingyu, the last of them, approaches you, grinning from ear to ear. He’s holding a water bottle and lifts it in your direction.

“If I splash you with this, will you melt?”

“I probably deserve it,” you admit, sheepishly.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for being snappy this morning… Heat and I just don’t mix well,” you add more sincerely.

He just laughs and waves it off.

“I kind of like it when women are a little feisty. Honestly, it’s part of your charm,” he says with a wink.

Then he spots the bag in your hand, raising an eyebrow with interest.

“What’s that?”

“A peace offering. Some cheese bites, empanadas, and nacho bites.”

“Damn, that’s a hell of a peace offering.”

He peeks into the bag, then gives you a devilish smile.

„Wanna meet the guys?”

You open your mouth to respond, only to realize panic is starting to bubble up inside you.

“I—I don’t know… Isn’t that kinda weird?”

“You’re not walking in empty-handed,” he grins, taking your hand.

“Come on. It’ll be cool.”

He leads you into an adjacent tent filled with couches, a drinks fridge, and a couple of humming fans.

“Hey guys!” Mingyu calls out, and every head in the room turns toward you.

“This is Y/N.”

You lift your hand awkwardly and wave.

“Hi.”

They all greet you back with friendly smiles.

“We had to advertise for her,” Joshua says, clearly amused.

“Trust me, it was just as embarrassing for me as it was for you,” you reply quickly, your cheeks heating up.

“Besides, you haven’t even tasted her food yet,” Mingyu adds, and you suddenly remember the bag in your hand.

“Right—uh, I brought you guys a little something,” you mumble, opening the bag.

They step closer, clearly intrigued.

“It’s not much, just some small snacks I always make and have leftovers of,” you explain as you hand over the contents of the bag.

“Oh wow,” DK mumbles first as he takes a bite of an empanada.

“That’s really good.”

“Damn good,” Wonwoo agrees, frowning in deep, serious appreciation.

You beam from ear to ear—you live for moments like this, when people genuinely enjoy your food.

“Could I maybe have another one?” Vernon asks, a little shyly.

“Of course,” you laugh, handing him another one of the nacho bites.

Mingyu watches you in secret, grinning like a fool.

The way you hand out your food with such joy, the light blush on your cheeks, that proud little smile tugging at your lips—he’s mesmerized.

“Damn miracle Mingyu didn’t gain weight with this food around,” Seungcheol jokes, raising an eyebrow.

Mingyu decides that’s his cue.

“Okay, that’s enough. You’ve stuffed yourselves,” he says, stepping in quickly.

“I suggest Y/N just leaves the bag here and uh… we go.”

He sets the bag down on one of the tables.

“Ohhh, so you two have plans,” Joshua teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, hilarious,” Mingyu mutters, rolling his eyes while you avoid all eye contact with the room.

Instead, you offer a polite wave goodbye and follow him out of the tent.

Outside, you clear your throat and glance over at him, amused.

“I didn’t know you actually had plans.”

“Oh, I don’t,” he admits, looking over his shoulder at the tent.

“Total bluff. I just had to come up with something so they’d let you go.”

You smirk, planting your hands on your hips.

“I see… so what now, Mr. Smooth Talker?”

He pauses, scratches the back of his head, thinking.

Then something lights up in his eyes.

“I think I know a place.”

He leads you a little farther away from the stages and the parties. Instead—and to your amusement—you both end up in the kids’ area, surrounded by candy stalls, carousels, and game booths.

“Somehow this sounded a lot sexier in my head,” he mutters, stepping aside to avoid two kids chasing each other with water guns.

You laugh and glance around.

“At least no one here recognizes you,” you say, satisfied.

Your eyes land on a can-throwing booth.

“Oh cool, I used to do that all the time as a kid,” you say, pulling him toward it.

“You know, I once read they build those towers at a weird angle so you can never really knock them all down,” he says suspiciously as you dig for some money.

“Relax, you don’t have to win me a teddy bear or anything,” you assure him, handing the vendor some cash. He gives you three balls.

“I’ll win something for myself,” you add with a wink.

Mingyu looks impressed and steps back.

You roll your shoulders, aim carefully, and throw the first ball.

Three cans clatter to the ground.

Mingyu sucks in a sharp breath and frowns.

You refocus and throw again—more cans fall.

You cheer under your breath, take a deep breath.

„Come on. You got this“

You aim… throw…

and miss. The ball bounces off the side wall and drops to the ground.

The cans look like they’re mocking you.

You grimace and accept defeat.

“Well, at least you can cook,” Mingyu teases, handing over his own money to the vendor.

“Besides,” he says, positioning himself sideways to the cans but keeping his eyes on you,

“you can’t be good at everything.”

Then he throws—half the cans drop instantly.

Your eyes widen.

“But some of us were just born chosen,” he adds dramatically, tossing the second ball—never breaking eye contact.

The rest of the cans collapse with a loud crash.

You blink in disbelief and burst out laughing.

Mingyu just grins and shrugs.

“No big deal,” he says, stepping back and surveying the prize wall.

“So… what do you want?” he asks.

You take your time scanning the prizes—then your eyes land on something that makes you smirk.

“That one.”

You point.

He follows your finger.

Then looks at you, confused.

“Are you serious right now?”

“This is absolutely genius,” you beam as the two of you walk past the last few food stalls.

You’d picked out a ridiculous straw hat, complete with drink holders on each side and matching long, bendy straws.

After filling one side with beer and the other with lemonade, you now stroll through the nearly deserted festival lanes.

Most of the booths have already closed or are in the process of being packed up.

You take another sip through the absurd straw just as Mingyu grabs his own and slurps from it too.

“It’s like having my own personal soda fountain,” he says, amused.

But then his expression shifts slightly.

“It’s kinda crazy… The festival’s over in two days.”

You shrug.

“Everything’s gotta end sometime.”

“I wish it didn’t,” he says with a small, sad smile.

You want to cheer him up, so you hold out your hand.

“Gimme your phone.”

He doesn’t ask questions—just hands it over.

You type something in quickly and hand it back with a proud grin.

“There. You just followed savory sins on Instagram. That way you’ll always know where I am… and I’ll probably know where you are through the news anyway.”

He laughs, wide and genuine.

“Well, it’s not over yet. I say we can still squeeze in a bit more fun.”

Right then, you pass by a photo booth.

You narrow your eyes.

“Really? Aren’t we like… fifteen?”

“No, but in Korea these things are a huge deal. It’s like a little piece of home for me.”

His eyes go big. Too big.

“Oh wow, you’re playing that card,” you tease.

„Fine“ you agree and step inside

You sigh and step inside as he pulls back the curtain.

“This thing smells gross,” you mutter as you squeeze onto the tiny bench.

He sits next to you, fiddling with the touchscreen.

“So, what kind of pose? Romantic and dreamy or goofy and unhinged?” you ask sarcastically.

He grins and makes a tiny finger heart.

“Just follow my lead.”

You mimic him.

The first flash goes off.

For the second photo, he leans into you slightly, and you swear you feel your cheeks heat up.

Another flash.

On the third one, he raises his arm toward you and you lift yours to meet him, forming a kind of circle together.

“We can never show these to anyone,” you laugh as the third flash fades.

As you both start to lean back, Mingyu suddenly yelps.

“Oh crap—my earring got caught in your straw!”

He fumbles, trying to untangle it from the plastic tubing.

“Okay, I think I… got it,” he says with relief, rubbing his earlobe.

You hide your ridiculous straw hat hose a little and look at him sheepishly.

“You’re not gonna sue me for damages, right?”

He doesn’t respond.

Your faces are still so close, your eyes locked.

He stares at you for what feels like an eternity before leaning in—his lips searching for yours—

—and promptly smacks his forehead against your hat.

“Ow.”

He laughs in defeat and grabs his forehead.

This time, you’re the one who looks at him—and then you yank the hat off your head.

“Screw this thing,” you gasp, and now you’re the one leaning in.

Your lips find his—just for a second. You pull back.

He seems stunned for a heartbeat… then gently cups your cheek and kisses you again.

This time deeper, hungrier, pulling you against him.

You melt into the kiss, your hand finding its way into his hair as his tongue brushes against yours.

He presses you gently against the wall of the photo booth—

which wobbles violently in protest.

You let out a squeak and break apart, both of you startled.

“This thing’s not as stable as I thought,” he says, looking back at the wall and tapping it lightly.

“Yeah, I don’t think they were made for… this,” you reply, catching your breath.

“For what?” he asks softly, leaning in again to kiss you.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt.

“Something tells me you’ve been planning this for a while,” you whisper.

“Planning? No. Hoping it would happen? Hell yeah.”

He moves in again, but you pull back just before he can.

“Kim Mingyu, don’t think for a second I’m some groupie you’ve wrapped around your finger,” you say with a playful glare.

He chuckles low and runs his hand through your hair.

“I don’t know if you realize this, but you’ve had me wrapped around your finger since day one… you and that damn Hot Mess.”

“Fan favorite for a reason,” you smirk.

“Oh yeah,” he groans, and this time you’re the one who grabs him and kisses him hard.

You clutch onto each other like the photo booth is your own private bunker, the world fading behind the fabric curtain.

He lifts one of your legs slightly, his hand gripping your waist.

You moan into the kiss—right as a vibrating buzz cuts through both of you.

It’s his phone.

He tries to ignore it, but whoever’s calling isn’t giving up.

“Tell me you’re ignoring that,” you pant, breathless, as he pulls back slightly.

He glances at the screen and sighs.

“It’s Seungcheol. If he calls twice in a row, it’s serious.”

He answers.

“Hey hyung, I, uh… I’m busy,” he mutters, flustered.

There’s a pause.

He hangs up and gives you an apologetic look.

“Soundcheck. I have to go,” he says quietly.

You stare at him, stunned.

“You’re kidding me.”

Your entire body is aching for him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, kissing you once more—soft and slow.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh, you’d better,” you mutter with a scoff.

“Tomorrow? Same time? But I’ll come to the truck,” he asks, hopeful.

You hesitate—just long enough to make him sweat—then nod with a grin.

“Of course.”

He lights up, kisses you one last time, and slips out of the booth.

You’re left behind, hair tousled, body buzzing, and with a craving you definitely didn’t know existed.

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blondechariot · 3 days ago

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🌶️Hot Sauce and Heart Eyes🌶️ (Festival!Mingyu) Part 2

@lveegsoi

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Reader

Disclaimer: Not my gif

Part 3

The bass thunders through your chest, thousands of people are screaming, singing, dancing — but you’re just standing there.

Not all the way at the front, not in the back.

Slightly hidden, but with the perfect view.

And then it happens.

Mingyu steps forward, walks toward the edge of the stage, scanning the crowd — just like at every show. Routine. Showbiz.

Only this time, something’s different.

His eyes move across heads, arms, lights — and then they land on you.

And before you can even react, he grins.

Wide.

Unmistakable.

Way too honest for this stage.

He really sees you.

Not like he sees the crowd. Not even like he sees his fans.

He sees you like you’re the calm center of all this noise.

You raise an eyebrow. Just slightly.

Don’t.

You don’t say it out loud.

But your look says enough.

His grin widens.

Almost teasing.

Oh, I will.

He doesn’t say that either.

But his whole face says it for him.

You barely shrug.

Take a sip of your cola.

Then you shove a fry into your mouth — very deliberately — without breaking eye contact.

He laughs.

On stage.

In the middle of a song.

Half a beat too early.

You shrug again. Not your fault.

And as the crowd keeps screaming, you just turn slightly to the side.

Chill. Unbothered.

But with that small, barely hidden smile tugging at your lips.

You like the music, the beat is infectious, and there’s no denying the energy they’re creating. You catch yourself moving to the rhythm, nodding along without even realizing.

Mingyu, in particular, fascinates you — his stage presence.

He’s completely different up there compared to how he is when he shows up at your food truck. Different, and yet… still unmistakably him.

The way he moves, with so much confidence it borders on cocky — it’s honestly captivating.

Just when you’ve made peace with the fact that, yes, the guy’s kind of a pro, he steps forward near the end of the set and turns to the crowd.

“You know, as awesome as this festival is,” he grins into the mic, “the real highlight is waiting for you over at the food court. A little truck run by a cook who’s way cooler than I’ll probably ever be.”

You instantly cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

“Savory Sins, people! Small warning: the owner bites,” he adds with a mischievous laugh just before the music kicks back in and the party explodes.

You shake your head in disbelief, but deep down you can’t stop laughing.

He is, without a doubt, the most ridiculous person you’ve ever met.

He finds you pretty quickly after the show, jogging over with that post-performance energy still clinging to him.

His hair is damp, his shirt sticks to his chest and arms — half unbuttoned, just enough to show off the muscles he absolutely knows you’re noticing (even if you refuse to give him the satisfaction).

You, on the other hand, are leaning casually against the fence, arms crossed like the entire stunt he pulled left you completely unfazed.

Or at least, that’s the look you’re going for.

“You mentioned my food truck,” you state flatly as soon as he’s in front of you.

He shrugs and takes a sip of water. “Wasn’t that the deal? You scratch my back, I hype your carbs.”

“Was that supposed to be some kind of soft launch?” you ask, deadpan. “Am I part of the band now?”

“Group,” he corrects, laughing.

Then adds, “But why not? I can totally see you as our personal chef. Especially if you keep threatening to bite people.”

You roll your eyes, but your smirk gives you away.

And yeah—he sees it.

You scoff with a laugh.

“I can already see it — I’ll become a TikTok trend. ‘The food truck that fed Kim Mingyu.’”

“More like ‘the food truck that nearly killed Kim Mingyu.’ And you say it like that’s a bad thing.”

“I’m saying it because you are now officially my marketing problem.”

“Or maybe… a marketing opportunity?” he counters, grinning, as he casually slips in next to you, leaning against the same fence like he belongs there.

“So,” he says, tilting his head, “what now?”

You tug at one of the buttons on his half-open shirt.

“I suggest you button yourself back up. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

“Fair.” He smirks, straightening up. “And then?”

“Then I’m gonna show you some real music.”

“Real music,” he says, mock-offended, but follows you anyway.

You lead him to the Green Day stage — one of your all-time favorites.

They’re just starting “21 Guns,” and suddenly you’re sixteen again, fresh out of school, slamming your bedroom door and cranking the volume so high your dad literally took your speakers away for a week.

“Now that’s a band!” you shout to Mingyu over the crowd, the sound crashing around you like a wave.

“We’re a group,” he calls back for the third time, but even he can’t help enjoying the vibe.

Then they start the next song — and your eyes light up.

You grab his arm, wide-eyed.

“Don’t wanna be an American Idiot!” you yell, bouncing on your feet as the crowd goes wild.

Mingyu watches you, clearly amused as you jump and sing, totally unfiltered, totally in your element.

You belt every word like the anthem of your life, your body moving with the crowd, the music taking over.

And Mingyu? He doesn’t watch the band.

He watches you.

A small smile plays at his lips. Like he’s seeing something no one else does.

Eventually, you feel his eyes on you and glance over, brows raised.

He lifts his hands in defense, laughing.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just… enjoying whatever this is,” he says, gesturing at you.

You laugh, shrugging.

“No filter, baby. Fifteen-year-old me with rage issues.”

You give a mock bow.

“Yeah, I should’ve guessed. Your food gave you away,” he says, smirking.

When he sees your face, he just laughs again and leans in close so you can hear him better.

“But like I said — don’t stop on my account. I really like this side of you.”

You turn your head toward him, shaking it in disbelief.

“Man, oh man… Girls must eat right out of your hand.”

He shrugs, all fake innocence.

“Yeah, the problem is… it doesn’t really work on the ones I actually want it to.”

You give him a playful shove, and he stumbles a little to the side, pretending to be outraged.

Before he can get a word out, you grab his hand.

“Come on,” you say, tugging him along with a smirk, “time to shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

And just like that, he follows — still smiling, still watching you like you’re his favorite kind of trouble.

You fry two eggs in the pan while you lay out two tortilla wraps, spreading your homemade tomato marmalade across each one.

When the eggs hit that perfect golden yellow in the pan, you slide them onto the tortillas and add a handful of crispy fried onions.

Finally, you fold the tortillas with care and cut them cleanly in half.

“Voilà,” you say proudly, licking your fingers before handing Mingyu his plate.

“Wow,” he says, genuinely impressed, sitting on the steps of your food truck.

You wipe your hands on a dish towel and grab two bottles of cola from the fridge before sitting down next to him.

“Is this on the menu?” he asks, eyeing the food.

“Nope,” you shrug. “It’s just something I make for myself when I clock out.”

“So should I feel honored right now?” he asks, eyes lighting up.

“Try it first, then we’ll talk,” you shoot back.

You each lift one half of the tortilla and take a bite.

It doesn’t take long before you hear Mingyu let out a low groan and furrow his brow.

„Oh my god,” he mumbles through a full mouth, looking at you like you just performed a miracle.

“You’re an artist.”

You’ve taken a bite yourself and nod in agreement.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smirk. “You could say that.”

“Did you always want to do this? Be a chef?” he asks suddenly, genuinely curious.

You nod.

“Since I can remember. My mom had this little restaurant — I used to help out there, and that’s where I learned to cook.”

He smiles wide as he listens.

“What about you?” you ask in return. “Did you always want to be… a musician?”

“Where I come from, it’s kind of normal for a bunch of kids to audition for entertainment companies. I figured I’d try my luck and… well, the rest is history,” he says proudly.

“Your life must be exciting,” you remark.

“Pretty much, yeah. But I knew what I was getting into.”

“And it never gets to be too much?” you ask, more gently now. “The attention, the chaos, the screaming fans?”

He goes quiet. Chews for a bit. Looks ahead.

Then takes a deep breath.

“You want the real deep talk.”

You nod. “Oh, absolutely.”

He puts the tortilla down and wipes his hands on his jeans.

“I love being an idol,” he starts. “I love the guys in the group. I love our fans.”

“But?” you prompt softly.

“But…” he continues, shrugging a little. “We all play roles. For the company. For the fans. For the cameras. I’ve been doing it so long… sometimes I’m scared I’ll lose who I really am.”

You nod slowly, watching him with something like empathy.

“That got really deep. Do you wanna lie down for a minute?” you offer with mock seriousness.

He laughs again and picks up his tortilla.

“You know what,” he says, taking a bite. “I like you.”

You raise a brow.

“Not just for your food. You’re cool. No BS. No performative nonsense.”

You feel your cheeks warm. Damn it.

“Wow. I’ll be sure to write that in my diary,” you mutter.

When you glance over and see the look he’s giving you — all smug expectation — you roll your eyes.

“Fine. I like you too. Not because of the whole music thing or the fact that you can’t hold a proper conversation.”

He grins, all mischief.

“And that is going in my diary.”

“Don’t your bandmates wonder where you are?” you ask suddenly.

He gives you a sly grin and shrugs.

You don’t like that silence.

“What did you tell them?” you ask, amused but suspicious.

His grin widens.

“I said I was going to get some food. Not a lie.”

You roll your eyes dramatically and grab the now-empty plate as you get to your feet.

He stands too, casually tossing his napkin into the trash.

“Will I see you again tomorrow?”

“I was gonna ask if you’re not running out of money by now, but considering your shoes cost more than my monthly rent…”

You turn on the faucet, smirking to yourself as you rinse the plate.

Behind you, you hear him laugh. When you turn back, he’s leaning in the doorway of your truck, arms crossed, smile soft.

“I didn’t mean as a customer,” he says. “Well—kind of. But I meant more like… this.”

He gestures between you two.

“Just us.”

You tilt your head, stepping closer until you’re nearly eye-level with him.

“Are you asking me on… something like a date?” you ask, skeptical.

He gives you a matching look.

“What the fuck do you think this evening was?”

“Whoa—that was not a date,” you say, waving your grill tongs at him like a warning.

He groans and leans back for a second, then forward again with a dramatic sigh.

“Fine. I’m asking you now. Officially. For a date.”

You pretend to think about it.

“I’ll be working during the day. So by the time I’m done, I’ll smell like grease, cheese, and smoke. How’s that sound?”

In response, he reaches out, carefully wipes a bit of sauce off your cheek with his thumb, and grins crookedly.

“Sounds perfect.”

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blondechariot · 4 days ago

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🌶️Hot Sauce and Heart Eyes🌶️ (Festival!Mingyu)

pairing: Kim Mingyu x reader

Summary: At a crowded summer festival, Mingyu runs into a sharp-tongued street food vendor who has zero time for idols and even less patience. He keeps coming back—for the food, obviously. Definitely not for the way she rolls her eyes when he flirts. Probably.

Part 2

You’re six minutes into your “I hate my life” internal monologue when the next customer steps up to your stand. Your shoulders ache, your fingers are greasy, and someone spilled a drink on your shoes earlier. And the festival has only just begun.

“Next!” you shout over the noise, poking around in the pan with your tongs. “Menu’s on the left, no extras, no refunds, and if you ask for ‘extra spicy,’ that’s your problem, not mine.”

No response.

You frown and look up. The guy in front of you is wearing a dark shirt, messy hair, and… one hell of a cocky smile.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m impressed,” he says. His voice is deep, slightly rough, and way too charming. “The last person who talked to me like that was my grandma. And even she never promised me food this good.”

“I guess your grandma didn’t have a sick coworker and a massive line waiting on her,” you throw over your shoulder, hoping the young man will finally decide and order.

“That part’s true,” he replies with a chuckle while scanning the menu. “But my sister and I could be pretty impatient too.”

“Interesting names,” he adds.

“All mine,” you reply, giving him a look. “Got something to complain about?”

“I can’t decide between the Hot Mess and the Wrap Battle,” he says thoughtfully, crossing his arms over his chest.

You flash a quick grin while your coworker smirks and watches you from the side. You turn fully toward him now, leaning on the counter.

“So what does the head chef recommend?” he asks, looking up at you.

You tilt your head and glance at the long line behind him.

“Well, I don’t know. Regulars swear by the Hot Mess… but it’s seriously spicy,” you say with a devilish smile.

“Just how I like it,” he confirms with a wink.

You raise your brows in surprise. “One Hot Mess coming right up,” you say, satisfied.

As you turn toward the fryer, your coworker nudges you in the side with a knowing smile. “He’s cute—try not to kill him.”

You just laugh softly and shake your head. “I’m only giving him what he asked for.”

You say that and start frying up some bacon and onions in a pan while the fries sizzle away in the deep fryer. You add a bit of salt, a pinch of sugar, and a splash of balsamic vinegar. When the timer goes off, you pull the fries out and dump them into a serving tray.

You reach for one of the sauce bottles—your own creation: a mix of mayo, sriracha, lime juice, and a little honey. You give the fries a generous drizzle, top them with the crispy bacon and caramelized onions, and finish it all off with a handful of chopped jalapeños.

“One Hot Mess,” you say proudly, presenting the tray to him.

He inhales sharply and hands you a twenty-dollar bill.

“Keep the change,” he says when you try to give him his change back.

“Enjoy,” you tell him, already knowing how this is going to go.

You keep an eye on him from the corner of your vision as you serve the next round of guests. He handles the first few bites like a champ, nodding with approval. But as he makes it past the top layer, you notice him clearing his throat, shifting a little more in his seat.

You can’t help but smile when his ears start turning red and he wipes his mouth with the napkin. He coughs a few times but doesn’t stop. You have to admit—his commitment is kind of impressive.

The first wave of customers dies down and the music from the main stage kicks off as things calm around you. You take the chance to bring the trash over to one of the big dumpsters.

When you return, he’s still on the bench, still eating.

You hide your grin and walk over. “So? How’s it taste?” you ask, hands on your hips.

He looks up at you, his nose and the corners of his mouth bright red.

“Delicious,” he rasps, then clears his throat.

“I love spicy food,” he adds, his voice stronger now.

You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as you start to head back to the truck.

“Do you have a name?” he suddenly calls after you.

You glance at him, surprised. “Why do you want to know?”

“In case this ends up being my last meal, I think my family and friends deserve to know who’s responsible,” he says with a grin and extends his hand. “I’m Mingyu.”

You hesitate for a second, then shake his hand.

“Shouldn’t have talked so big, Mingyu,” you say with a shrug.

“I didn’t know you moonlight as an assassin,” he laughs, though his tray is now empty. He exhales in relief and wipes his mouth again.

He looks up at you. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’ve got work to do,” you reply with a polite smile and turn back toward the truck.

“Oh, come on!” he calls after you—but he’s smiling wide as he watches you walk away.

Day 2

The next day, your back hurts worse than any hangover—and that’s saying something. You barely slept, your hair’s in a messy bun that’s more mess than bun, and you’re seriously wondering if it’s possible to grill with your eyes closed.

The sun’s brutal. The line is growing. And you hate everything—

until you see him again.

Mingyu.

Again.

Same hoodie, same cocky energy—except this time, no entourage. No team. No cameras. Just him, a Coke in hand and a smile like he’s been looking for you all day.

“You’re back,” you say without looking up, tossing onions into the pan.

“And you remember me. I’m flattered.”

“And you want to eat here again?” you ask, incredulous, remembering how red his face was yesterday.

“Something about the food here got me hooked,” he admits with a charming smile.

You smirk and nod. “What’ll it be?”

“I think I’ll try the Mini Heartbreak—since that’s what I’ll be if I still don’t get your name,” he says with a wink.

You laugh out loud and glance at him over your shoulder. “Does that usually work? The charming lines?”

“Usually, yeah,” he replies with a shrug.

You laugh again and shake your head in disbelief. “Don’t you have anything better to do than stuffing your face with my overpriced food?” you ask curiously.

“Well first of all, I appreciate that you admit your food’s overpriced. And second, yes—but I’ve got my priorities,” he explains.

You don’t comment, but your smile gives you away.

Instead, you get started on his order—and once again, he gives you way too much tip before sitting down to eat.

Day 3

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you laugh as his face pops up in front of your truck the next day.

“Today it’s gonna be the Grilled and Committed—hoping you catch the hint,” he says proudly.

“I seriously can’t with you anymore,” you reply, shaking your head in disbelief but smiling as you toss your towel over your shoulder and start making his food—again.

Since it’s still early and the crowd is spread out nicely across the grounds, you take the liberty of sitting down with him.

“I think this one’s my favorite,” he mumbles, biting into the grilled cheese loaded with three types of cheese and fresh tomatoes.

You smile and shake your head. “You do realize you’ve spent sixty bucks at a food truck in the past three days, right?” you ask, genuinely surprised.

He shrugs and licks some cheese off his finger. “Worth it.”

You chuckle and rest your chin in your hand. “So, where does one usually find you when you’re not haunting the food court?” you ask, glancing around.

“Here and there. I’m pretty versatile,” he says casually.

He answers shortly, “What about you? Do you have to work the whole festival, or do you get to actually see something?”

“I’m off tonight and tomorrow night,” you say. “Haven’t really had the chance to enjoy any of the music yet.”

He frowns. “You’re working a festival but can’t experience the music? That sounds like a crime against humanity.”

You shrug. “That’s how it is when you work. You know that feeling too, don’t you?” you ask carefully.

Before he can respond, you hear giggling and a few excited voices. You turn around to see three girls standing behind you, waving enthusiastically in your direction. Mingyu smiles and waves back as they walk off.

You turn back to him, confused. “Okay…?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He takes a sip of his soda and shrugs. “I make music,” he says casually.

You blink. “Here? Wait—are you, like… a celebrity or something?” you ask, stunned.

He just grins and nods toward a nearby poster wall. You follow his gaze and spot a big poster.

“Seventeen,” you say under your breath—and to your surprise, you spot him on it with a group of other guys.

„Are you shitting me?“

He gives you a wide smile. “Should I have mentioned it?”

“Uh, yeah?!”

“Would I have gotten a discount?”

“No—but I wouldn’t have made your food so spicy. Gotta protect that voice,” you say, flustered.

He chuckles. “So you think it’s rude to hide important information?” He raises an eyebrow. “Like, say… your name?”

You roll your eyes but nod. “Alright, fine. You win. Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, as if he’d imagined it being something else.

“What kind of music do you guys do?” you ask, curious now.

He wipes his mouth with a napkin, then rolls it between his hands. “Come find out.”

“You want me to come to your show?”

“Why not? You wanted to check out some music anyway. And it’s better if you see it live than me trying to explain it.”

Seeing your skeptical expression, he tilts his head. “I’ll even advertise your food truck.”

You laugh out loud. “Not that I need it. But let’s say I do make time for a band—”

“Group,” he corrects you with a wink.

“Group,” you repeat mockingly, pulling a face. “Let’s say I make time for a group I don’t even know—where do I go?”

He nods and pulls a small pen from his jacket pocket.

“Here, just show up here. From there you’ll see everything, and I’ll come find you after the show,” he says while scribbling a location onto your wrist.

“I’d take you backstage, but I just got your name and barely know you,” he adds sarcastically, slipping the pen back into his pocket.

“You have my word—if I see you standing there tonight, I’ll shout out your food truck on stage. You’ll have a line around the block,” he promises as he gets up from the bench.

You stare at him in disbelief but nod. “We’ll see about that,” you say cheekily.

“Oh, we will!” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

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blondechariot · 4 days ago

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~Broken Hearts and Loud Rooms FINAL~

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader x mingyu

Warnings: light smut, heavy fluff

Disclaimer: Not my gif

Mingyu’s shirt is the first thing to hit the floor as you stumble into his apartment. You giggle as he presses you against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours with hungry urgency. Your hands glide over his sculpted shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin. His fingers fumble with the zipper of your dress, pulling it down and slipping the straps off your shoulders.

He looks at you with eyes full of desire and bites his lip as his hands explore your body.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he breathes before his mouth finds your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

You turn your head slightly and catch a glimpse of the TV in the living room—the spot where he used to watch your favorite show with you. It reminds you of the countless arguments you had with Jaehyun over what to watch. He always had something to criticize.

You shake your head, annoyed at the thought, and try to focus again on Mingyu, whose lips have wandered from your neck to your chest.

You let out a soft moan as his hands move behind your back, cupping your breasts through your bra, gently squeezing. He pulls your dress down further, exposing your stomach.

He glances up at you, his eyes burning with lust.

You smile faintly as your gaze falls on the shirt lying on the floor. You remember how you and Jaehyun used to argue over who got to use the washing machine first—or who was in more of a rush. There was hardly a single situation where you agreed on anything. So how had you managed to live together all these years?

Maybe that’s exactly what you needed—someone who challenged you, who made you confident, who ignited that fire inside you.

But the way Mingyu looks at you in that moment makes your knees weak. You realize that with him, everything would be easier. He’d never doubt you, never throw snarky remarks at you, never push you to the edge the way Jaehyun always did.

His kisses are gentle and passionate, enough to make your head spin.

But the kiss with Jaehyun…

That kiss had knocked the ground from beneath your feet. It had stolen your breath.

You close your eyes as Mingyu begins to pull down your panties—and all you see are Jaehyun’s eyes. The way he looked at you earlier. The words he spoke, how they made your heart race.

“Mingyu!”

You hear yourself say loudly, your eyes flying open.

He pauses, lifting his head. “Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.

You glance down at him briefly and sigh, then gently pull him up to his feet.

“I…” you begin, searching for the right words.

Mingyu looks at you, a little confused. When you don’t speak right away, he lets out a soft sigh.

“Oh,” he says quietly, stepping back.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, embarrassed, as you begin pulling your dress back up.

He leans against the hallway wall, scratching his forehead. “Well, I guess I… should’ve seen this coming, huh?”

“No, it’s not you… it’s all my fault,” you say, frustrated, running a hand through your hair.

He looks into your eyes, swallowing hard. “Did you even like me?”

“Of course! How could I not?” you say, shocked, your eyes wide.

“That’s sweet,” he replies faintly, forcing a sad smile before leaning forward to pick up his shirt.

“I guess that’s it, then,” he murmurs with a pained grin.

A lump forms in your throat as you step toward him and press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I wish it were you,” you tell him honestly.

He gives you a tired smile and nods. “Me too.” Then he nods toward the door. “Go on. Go.”

You slip into your shoes quickly. As you open the door, you glance back at him one last time. He waves you off with a small gesture.

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you.

You give him a grateful smile and hurry down the stairs.

As you approach the small basketball court under the glow of the streetlights, you can already hear the sound of the ball hitting the pavement in the distance. During the day, the court is always taken over by kids who constantly forget their ball. But at night—or in the early hours—Johnny, Mark, and Jaehyun always meet here to shoot some hoops. Either to sober up or figure out how to ditch their dates.

You’re not sure why this place came to your mind first, but it was your instinct. And you were right.

You spot him as he makes a shot, the ball swishing through the net. He runs a hand through his hair. His blazer lies crumpled on the ground, and he’s rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

As you step closer and onto the court, he freezes mid-movement. He lifts his head and sees you—your slightly messy hair, the strap of your dress slipping down your shoulder.

“Done already?” he asks, bitterly. “Knew he wouldn’t last long.”

You let out a soft laugh and shrug. “I didn’t go through with it,” you admit.

He presses his hands lightly against the ball, avoiding your gaze. “Oh really? Why not?”

You roll your eyes. “After your little speech earlier, I wasn’t exactly in the mood anymore.”

Jaehyun scoffs, then jumps and lands another clean shot.

“So you came all the way here to tell me I ruined your date. That’s commitment,” he mutters, impressed.

“I came here because I need to hear it again,” you say, stepping directly in front of him.

His expression fades, and he looks down at the ground. “Does it even matter anymore?”

“Yes. It does,” you say firmly.

Before he can reply, you take the ball from his hands. He looks at you, surprised, then sighs and finally meets your eyes.

“You’re exhausting. Seriously,” he says. “Always nagging me, constantly complaining, being a total buzzkill and having something to say about everything I do. When you moved in, I didn’t think you’d last two weeks. I begged Johnny to go with that applicant who taught pole dancing.”

He shakes his head slowly.

“Since you moved in, my resting heart rate’s been over 180. I know you’re the one who keeps drinking my coffee.”

You laugh a little, but he doesn’t.

“And then I was with my family this week… and I swear, I was going insane. The silence—God—it was unbearable. No one to argue with, no one who could challenge me… no one I could be real with.”

He swallows hard.

“I had everything to myself. I didn’t have to share or hide anything. And I hated it. I hated that I didn’t have to fight you for the last bagel in the morning. Or the hot water. Or who’d go grocery shopping.”

His voice breaks slightly at the end. “I’ve always lived just for myself… because there was never anyone I wanted to be better for. Everyone around me always tried to impress me… but I realized, I’ve been trying to impress you all along. Be better. For you.”

He pauses, breathing shakily. “I was scared. But when I saw you with Mingyu… I thought I was gonna die.”

His brows draw together as tears pool in his eyes.

“Maybe I deserve that. Maybe I deserve to lose you. Because I know I’ll never deserve you—but I swear, I’d do anything just to be enough for you.”

You stand there frozen, the basketball still in your hands. He looks down again, his cheeks flushed.

“Mingyu’s a great guy,” you say softly.

He nods. “Yeah, he is.”

“But he’s not you,” you add. He looks up.

“No one is like you,” you explain.

“Thank God,” you murmur with a quick grin. “But that’s okay… because I only want the one.”

His breathing quickens, and he stares at you for a moment before you toss the ball aside and practically leap into his arms.

This time, he meets you halfway, catching you easily. His arms wrap tightly around your waist as your lips crash onto his.

The kiss is intense—full of everything: fire, fear, love, desperation.

When your feet touch the ground again, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you with so much force you feel like you might fall over.

Breathless, you break the kiss and rest your forehead against his.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his hands still gently holding your face as his thumb strokes your cheek.

You nod slightly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

You’re standing side by side as the elevator carries you both up to your apartment.

You’ve walked all the way back from the basketball court together, quietly, shoulder to shoulder. Now you stand in the silence of the elevator, your arms occasionally brushing.

The doors are about to open.

“What do we do now?” you ask quietly, without looking at him.

Jaehyun doesn’t look at you either—but you feel his hand reach for yours.

He gently intertwines his fingers with yours.

You turn your head to look up at him.

This time, he meets your gaze.

And then… he smiles.

“I like that,” you whisper.

He nods. “Me too.”

The End❤️

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blondechariot · 5 days ago

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~Broken Hearts and Loud Rooms Part 4~

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x Mingyu

warning: alcohol, angst

Disclaimer: Not my gif!

Final Part is now online

Johnny insists on calling the fire department to get rid of the toxic smoke. So, you all run to the apartment door with your shirts pulled up over your faces and out onto the street. It’s still raining, but at least the entrance canopy gives you some cover. You’re leaning against the wall of the building, Johnny is on the phone with the fire department, and Jaehyun stands across from you.

Your heart is pounding in your throat, your head is hammering, and your lips are still tingling. Jaehyun kissed you—or did you kiss him? You’re confused, your thoughts spinning in circles, and all you feel is question marks.

“They’re evacuating our floor just in case,” Johnny explains after ending the call.

You run your hands through your hair and shake your head in disbelief. “This is all my fault. I’m such an idiot,” you hiss. Jaehyun opens his mouth as if to say something, but just exhales.

“It’s fine. The important thing is no one got hurt,” Johnny says, trying to reassure you. He places a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s go outside.” He opens the door, and you all stand under the roof as your neighbors come outside, speaking over each other in excitement and confusion.

You cross your arms in front of your chest in embarrassment while waiting for the fire department. Jaehyun is still standing on the opposite side of the entrance, staring ahead.

You look at him and try to catch his eyes. You need a sign. He has to show you it wasn’t a mistake, that he meant it. That it wasn’t a game this time, but real.

As if he can read your thoughts, he lifts his head and your eyes meet. You give him a small smile and walk toward him.

“Come to me,” you whisper, hoping he’ll meet you halfway.

“Jae,” Johnny suddenly says, stepping between you. “I told Mark, and he’s on his way. I think he’s just as much to blame.” He glances back and sees you. “No offense,” he quickly adds when he sees your face.

You just shake your head. “It’s okay,” you say.

After Johnny walks away, Jaehyun does come toward you. Rain still drips down his face. He looks a little lost and stares at you uncertainly.

You decide to take his hand, trying to give him courage. His eyes widen a little when he feels your touch, and you can almost see how fast his heart is beating.

“Say something,” you whisper.

He looks like he’s about to speak. His mouth opens slightly and he squeezes your hand briefly. But then his eyes flick to the side, and his expression changes. He looks like he’s in pain, and suddenly, he lets go of your hand.

“I can’t,” he says quietly, pressing his lips together.

“What?” you ask, just as quietly but in disbelief.

“Y/N!” someone suddenly calls your name. It’s Mingyu, approaching quickly with concern in his eyes.

“Mingyu,” you say with a stiff smile, trying to hide the fact that your heart is breaking into a thousand pieces.

“I was jogging and saw the fire trucks turn into your street. Are you hurt?” he asks, pulling you into a firm hug.

You place your hands on his back and inhale his scent as Jaehyun watches you, his face pale.

“I’m fine,” you assure Mingyu. He puts his hands on your face.

“Shit, did it really catch fire?” he asks, looking up toward your apartment.

“I left the oven on,” Jaehyun suddenly says, and both of you turn toward him. “I… I’m an idiot,” he adds with a pained smile and clears his throat.

“Damn,” Mingyu mutters and looks at you again. “You’re soaking wet,” he notes, taking off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. He puts his arm around you, pulling you close.

You glance at Jaehyun, who now stares at the ground.

“Hey, can we go somewhere?” you ask Mingyu, looking up at him.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll treat you to a hot soup. You must be freezing,” he says, instantly taking your hand.

As he leads you away from the scene, Jaehyun stares after you, hands buried in his pockets, a tight knot forming in his chest.

He doesn’t even notice Johnny stepping up beside him, following his gaze.

“You got something to say?” Johnny asks, watching Jaehyun carefully.

Jaehyun just shakes his head slightly. “No,” he says weakly and turns his back to go talk to the fire department.

You can return to your apartment after two days, even though you’ll have to go without a stove or oven for a while. You spend those two nights at Mingyu’s place—and honestly, it would be a lie to say those nights aren’t absolutely heavenly. He cooks for you, watches your favorite show with you, and lets you win at board games. You spend the nights in his bed, tightly wrapped in each other’s arms, with him never crossing any lines.

These are probably the most peaceful days you’ve had in a long time—no arguments, no snarky comments, no drama. With Mingyu, everything feels easy, simple, peaceful.

When you return to your own apartment and find only Mark and Johnny there, you make up your mind not to mention Jaehyun’s absence. He made his choice, and you’ll have to live with it. Mingyu is the better choice for you anyway.

By chance, you overhear Johnny telling Mark that Jaehyun is spending the rest of the week with his family. You’re actually relieved that you don’t have to see him. You honestly don’t know if you’d want to slap him or break down in tears.

Instead, you use the week to prepare for the rooftop party Mingyu invited you to. You even buy yourself a new dress and new shoes—something you haven’t done in ages. It’s been so long since you’ve had the chance to really dress up.

So on the day of the party, you give yourself one last spin in the mirror, wobble a bit on your high heels, and quickly grab the closet for support. Your phone vibrates and you smile when you see Mingyu’s message: “I’m downstairs.” You’re beaming from ear to ear as you grab your bag.

When you walk into the living room to say goodbye, Johnny sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damn, if I’d known you were actually hot, I would’ve tried my luck,” he comments on your outfit.

You wave him off playfully. “You’re making me blush,” you say, giggling.

“You going all the way with Mingyu tonight?” he suddenly asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

You frown and look at him, confused. “What the fuck,” is all you have to say.

“What? I’m just asking,” Johnny says, feigning innocence.

“Well, I’m choosing not to answer,” you reply with a wink and say goodbye before heading outside.

Mingyu is already waiting for you at the door. As soon as he sees you, he laughs and clutches his chest.

“You can’t do this to me,” he says, stunned but with a huge smile.

“What?” you ask, laughing as you walk up to him.

“I won’t be able to focus on anything but you tonight,” he admits, pulling you close by the waist.

You bite your lip and put your hands on his shoulders. “That’s probably for the best,” you whisper, and kiss him gently on the lips.

He groans softly into the kiss and sighs. “Can’t we just forget the party and go to my place?” he asks, pleadingly.

You give him a gentle nudge in the side, then take his hand, and the two of you get into the Uber he called.

As soon as you arrive at the High Town Bar, Mingyu introduces you to his friends. You meet Joshua, Wonwoo, and Woozi—they welcome you with open arms. Joshua has a date with him who greets you kindly.

Mingyu’s hand stays on your waist the entire time, and you’re genuinely having a great evening. The vibe is relaxed, fun, and easygoing. For once, your thoughts quiet down, and you manage to just enjoy yourself.

It doesn’t take long for the drinks to kick in and the energy to rise. Soon, you’re dancing—first with Wonwoo, then with Joshua’s date, and of course with Mingyu.

He holds one of your hands, guiding you across the dance floor with the other. It feels like floating, and his steady grip keeps you grounded. Laughing, you throw your head back as he loudly sings along to the music, sweat starting to glisten on his forehead.

When you both leave the dance floor to grab a drink, you hold onto his arm to keep your balance.

“You okay?” he asks, laughing.

“Yeah! I haven’t had this much fun in forever,” you shout and take a sip from his drink.

“Hey, slow down,” he laughs again and gently takes the glass from your hand.

“Why?” you ask with mock offense.

He leans in. “I’ve never seen this side of you before,” he shouts over the music.

You shrug and flutter your eyelashes. “You bring it out in me,” you tell him.

He glances at your lips, smiling crookedly. “Oh yeah?”

You nod, then bite your lip and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him into a fiery kiss. Caught off guard, he returns it just as intensely, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

You let out a soft moan and run your fingers through his hair just as the song changes to one of your all-time favorites.

“Oh my God!” you squeal, grabbing his hand. “We have to dance to this!”

“Your wish is my command,” he laughs and follows you back to the dance floor.

It’s more crowded now, the beat pulsing through your body as you turn and place your hands on Mingyu’s biceps. He watches you closely as you press your body against his and move to the rhythm.

He mirrors your every move, hands resting on your hips, your bodies locked together. Everyone else fades away. There’s just you and him, eyes locked, your fingertips tracing the lines of his muscles.

You feel like you’re floating out of this world when he leans in and starts kissing your neck. You close your eyes and soak in the feeling—until your neck hairs suddenly stand on end.

Suddenly, it feels like a stone is tied to your feet, dragging you back to earth. You turn your head slightly—and freeze when you see someone walking into the club. Ice rushes through your veins.

Mingyu feels your body stiffen and lifts his head. “Everything okay?” he asks, concern flickering in his voice.

You tear your eyes away from the uninvited guest and force a quick smile. “I just need a moment,” you say and quickly pull away from him, almost fleeing the dance floor.

You’re stumbling toward the restroom when someone blocks your path.

“Y/N,” Jaehyun says, his eyes wide as he looks at you.

You instantly shake your head, a wave of nausea washing over you.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say firmly.

“I know,” he replies, eyes scanning you. “You look amazing.”

You scoff and wipe your nose with the back of your hand.

“You know what I’m doing here? I’m someone’s date. Someone who actually made the choice to want me,” you tell him, looking in Mingyu’s direction. “And guess what? I’m having a really good time.” You place your hands on your hips.

“I know. I know,” Jaehyun nods quickly and reaches for your hands.

“Listen, I really need to talk to you. Can we go outside?”

You pull your hands back and take a step away from him.

„Get lost,” you snap. “This week without you? Best one I’ve had in a long time. I made a complete fool of myself for you—and for what?”

Suddenly, he grabs your shoulders and looks straight into your eyes.

“You really want to do this now? Fine. I messed up. I was a total asshole. I pushed you away even though I want you,” he nearly shouts.

“Want?” you repeat, stunned.

“You were right about everything. My friends, the people I hang out with—it’s all fake. But you? You’re real. And that scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know what to do… but I do now. I want you, Y/N. I want you so badly it hurts.”

For a moment, you can’t breathe. You think about all the good moments—how he supported you after your breakup, made you laugh, held your hand in bed, kissed you.

But you also remember how much he hurt you, how he left you, made fun of you, abandoned you.

That pain still weighs more than the butterflies in your stomach.

“Too little… too late,” is all you say before turning away.

“Y/N, wait!”

But you ignore him.

You run back to Mingyu, who’s waiting at the bar. When he sees you, he smiles—until you throw your arms around him and kiss him deeply.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say breathlessly.

“What?” he asks, surprised.

“I just… I want to leave. With you.”

He bites his lip, studying your face.

“I’ll grab us a cab. Meet me at the exit,” he says and kisses you one more time before hurrying off.

You watch him go, nodding to yourself, determined.

But just as you make your way to the door, Jaehyun grabs your hand again.

“Y/N, please,” he begs, eyes searching yours. “Don’t go with him.”

You look at him, unsure, your throat tightening. “Why not?”

“Because you don’t really want to.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Okay—because I don’t want you to.”

“That’s still not good enough,” you whisper, your eyes welling up.

“I want to believe you. You have no idea how badly. But every time I look at you… it just hurts,” you admit, your voice trembling.

“And I don’t think I deserve that.”

“Y/N.”

It’s Mingyu. He’s standing in the doorway now. When he sees Jaehyun, he looks confused, then turns to you.

You glance back at Jaehyun and blink away a few tears.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper before turning quickly and grabbing Mingyu’s hand, following him outside.

As your hand slips from Jaehyun’s, he sways slightly forward, like you’ve pulled the ground from under his feet.

He watches you get into the Uber, your eyes briefly meeting his through the window—

And then he can only watch as you disappear into the night.

The final Part is coming tomorrow!

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blondechariot · 6 days ago

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~Broken Hearts and Loud Rooms Part 3~

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x a little bit of Mingyu

Warnings: Fire, fluff, jealousy, emotional angst, hurt feelings

Disclaimer: Not my gifs

Part 4

“I’m telling you, just two steps up a ladder and Jun is about to pass out,” Mingyu says amusedly before taking a sip of his coffee. “Every time he decides to change the light bulb, I already get into position to catch him.”

You laugh and tuck your hair behind your ear. The two of you are strolling down the street toward your apartment. Earlier, you had dinner at an Italian place and grabbed a coffee to go afterward. Mingyu was charming—unfairly good-looking, tall, stylish, funny—and when he hugged you hello, he smelled like mint.

You’d had a great time together, laughing a lot, and he’d been the perfect gentleman. You felt comfortable around him.

As you near your place, he tosses both your empty coffee cups into a trash can and hides his hands in his pockets.

“Ugh, I hate this moment,” he confesses, and you look at him, surprised.

“What do you mean?”

“This goodbye after a first date… it’s just weird,” he explains, and you nod in agreement.

“Yeah, totally. I never know what to do. Do I hug you? Thank you for the evening? Is that cheesy? Do I give you a high five?” you ask nervously.

“Exactly! Do I owe you money? How long do I wait before calling you? Do I kiss you goodbye?” he says with a laugh.

You freeze, eyes wide.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing?” he replies, clearly unsure, smiling awkwardly.

You blush and glance down at your shoes.

“I told you I was in a long relationship, right? It’s been ages since I’ve had a first date… or any date at all,” you explain.

He nods thoughtfully and shrugs. “So what?”

“I’m not really good at this kind of thing. I don’t really know how it works,” you admit nervously.

He bites his lip and steps a little closer.

“Then let me help you. Usually, if the date sucked, there’s an awkward hug and both people pretend they’ll be in touch even though they both know it’s not gonna happen… but if the date was great…”

He takes another step forward and gently places a hand on your cheek.

“There’s an amazing goodbye kiss,” he whispers.

You smile broadly, move closer, and press your lips to his. His hands rest on your cheeks, and you place yours on his forearms. His lips are soft like butter, and you taste the coffee and tiramisu you had for dessert. The kiss is gentle, and butterflies stir in your stomach.

When he pulls back, he smiles and opens his mouth to say something—then his expression shifts as he looks behind you.

“W-What? Do I have coffee breath?” you ask in a panic, breathing into your hand.

“N-No, you smell amazing. I was just… distracted,” he says, nodding behind you.

When you turn around, you see a couple tangled up in each other in the building entrance. The woman is pressed against the wall while the man stands between her legs, one of which is wrapped around his waist. Their kiss is intense, and they’re moaning.

Just from their posture and the sounds, you immediately know who it is.

“I don’t even want to imagine how great their date was,” Mingyu says in amazement.

“Believe me, their standards aren’t that high,” you mutter as the couple separates.

Of course, it’s Jaehyun, who now notices you and turns around with a cheeky smile.

“Oh hey,” he says innocently, adjusting his pants.

“Just ignore him,” you urge Mingyu quickly, turning back to face him.

“Okay,” he says, smiling.

“Anyway, there’s a rooftop party downtown next weekend. A few friends of mine are going, and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me,” he asks shyly.

“Oh, I’d love to!” you say enthusiastically.

“Sorry to interrupt, are you talking about the High Town Club?” Jaehyun suddenly chimes in, now standing behind you with his date.

“Yeah,” Mingyu replies, surprised.

“Fuck, I love that place,” Jaehyun’s date sighs, tugging on his arm.

“That’s funny—we were planning to go there too,” Jaehyun says.

“Nice, have you been there before?” Mingyu asks curiously.

Jaehyun’s smile fades.

“Are you serious? We went there together. With Taeyong? And Jisoo?”

“Oh… sorry, man, that’s on me. I’m terrible at remembering faces.”

“Faces?! We shared a bathroom when we were drunk on tequila!” Jaehyun exclaims.

“Shouldn’t you two be getting back to fucking in the doorway?” you hiss at him.

“I should get going,” Mingyu says, “but I’ll text you—really.” He gives you one last quick kiss.

“I’ll text you too,” Jaehyun says to his date and awkwardly pats her on the shoulder.

“Okay… bye,” you wave to Mingyu as he heads toward the street.

As you and Jaehyun approach the front door, he clears his throat.

“You know the High Town Bar is a total pickup joint, right?” he says as you open the door.

You let out a quiet, amused laugh as you head toward the elevator.

“What? It is,” he insists.

“I’m just going to pretend I don’t care what you say—oh wait, I don’t even have to pretend,” you reply.

Jaehyun scoffs and shrugs.

“Hey, I’m telling you this because we’re friends and I don’t want to see you get played.”

“Okay, let’s assume you actually care about my well-being and you’re not just mad he didn’t remember you,” you say, crossing your arms.

“I can still decide for myself what’s good for me—because unlike you, I’m not afraid to take risks and open up to people,” you explain.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I do open up to people,” he says, clearly offended.

You both step out of the elevator and head to the apartment.

“Yeah, sure you do,” you scoff.

“Hey! How was your date?” Johnny calls from the living room.

“Great!” you both shout in unison, then exchange confused looks.

“In what way don’t I open up to people?” Jaehyun asks suspiciously.

You shake your head, not wanting to get into it. The truth is, things have been weird between you ever since he spent the night in your bed. The next day, he avoided you, barely spoke, and couldn’t even look you in the eye.

What hurt the most was how much his behavior affected you. You’d always seen Jaehyun as cold and distant—but that night showed a different side of him. You liked that side. It had changed your view of him, and just thinking about it made your heart race.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” you say and head into the bathroom to wash your hands.

But he follows you. He clearly has something to get off his chest.

“I don’t get you,” he says. “I was an asshole when I didn’t care who you were with—and now that I do care, I’m still an asshole?”

You groan in frustration and roll your eyes.

“Jae, just drop it, okay? I like Mingyu, and I’m sorry if your ego’s bruised by that—but that’s your problem.”

“This isn’t about ego. I’m not sixteen anymore,” he scoffs, leaning on the doorframe.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s it about?” you challenge, looking him straight in the eyes.

He meets your gaze for a moment, and the world seems to fall silent around you.

“Hey,” Johnny calls out, stepping into the hallway. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun says, still holding your gaze. His expression has changed—it’s closed off again.

You scoff and brush past him, bumping his shoulder. When you reach your room, you close the door and lean back against it, swallowing hard and closing your eyes for a moment.

⸻

A few days later…

It’s a gray afternoon. You’re lying on the couch with headphones on and a book resting on your stomach. You’re trying to relax and focus on the music, staring up at the ceiling.

The past few days haven’t been easy—like a dark cloud’s been following you.

Mingyu had kept his word and stayed in touch. You texted every day.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, you’d been actively avoiding. Just seeing him now made your blood boil more than usual. Not a day went by without you thinking of his annoying face, cocky comments, and arrogant looks.

Like now, as you lie on the couch trying to read, but your focus slips. Frustrated, you set the book aside.

Mark walks in from the kitchen. “I’ve got something in the oven—can you take it out in half an hour?” he asks as he heads out.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to campus.”

You nod slowly and decide to close your eyes for a bit, hoping some rest will calm your thoughts.

⸻

You’re jolted awake by a sharp smell. Smoke fills the air. Your eyes snap open—something’s burning.

“No, no, no!” you shout, leaping off the couch.

The kitchen is full of smoke, and the fire alarm soon starts blaring.

“Shit!” you curse, waving your arms to clear the air.

You rush to the oven, switching it off and opening the door—only to be hit with even more smoke. You cough hard.

“Oh my God!” Jaehyun’s voice shouts behind you. He must’ve just gotten home.

“What did you do?!” he yells, quickly opening a window.

“I fell asleep on the couch,” you say, coughing.

He reaches up and turns off the alarm, then grabs your shoulders and ushers you out to the balcony.

“Out. Now.”

The fresh air helps, and you sit down, trying to stop coughing. Jaehyun joins you after opening all the windows.

“Didn’t they teach you in school not to leave the oven on and fall asleep?” he scolds.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you snap back. “Mark made something and asked me to take it out—but I fell asleep.”

“This is gonna take forever to air out,” he groans.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, okay?” you shoot back.

“Don’t take it out on me—I didn’t try to burn the place down.”

“No, but we’ve had water damage and broken furniture thanks to your parties.”

“Well, I’m allowed to make a mistake too!” you add.

He shakes his head in disbelief, then looks at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Save it,” you mutter.

He rolls his eyes and leans against the railing.

“We need to air out the place or we’ll get smoke poisoning,” he explains, sitting down.

“Whatever,” you mutter, staring down at the street.

You notice raindrops starting to fall.

Just as you’re about to say something, it starts pouring.

Jaehyun laughs, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Perfect.”

“Let me guess—also my fault?”

“Maybe. With that face, you sure aren’t summoning sunshine,” he retorts.

You scoff, soaked.

“Maybe we should call the fire department,” you suggest.

“For what? There’s no fire.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Yeah, you should, after this mess.”

“Stop acting like you’re perfect.”

“The only one here playing the innocent one is you,” he counters.

“Excuse me?”

“This whole self-righteous thing you do—complaining about loud music, parties, blah blah blah,” he mimics your voice.

“You’re such a pathetic asshole. You know that?”

“Thanks. Try a new insult sometime.”

“That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“The apartment’s full of smoke—you can’t see anything.”

“I don’t care. I’d rather die of smoke inhalation than sit out here with you.”

You try to open the balcony door, but he holds it shut.

“Stop it,” he hisses.

“Let me go,” you demand, struggling against his grip.

He’s stronger, and you stumble back.

“Why won’t you just leave me alone?!” you scream.

“What?” he says, confused, wiping his face.

“You’re like a goddamn mosquito—you’re always buzzing around me, annoying me, but the second I try to be nice to you, you leave me hanging!”

“Y/N—” he starts.

“No! I’ve had enough. Since that stupid party night, your mood swings are giving me whiplash… What do you want from me?”

He stares, speechless.

“What. Do. You. Want. From me?” you repeat, exhausted, running a hand through your wet hair.

His gaze softens, and he sighs.

“I don’t know… honestly.”

You let out a bitter laugh and nod.

“Perfect. Honest. That’s just… great.”

He looks at you a moment longer, then steps closer and gently takes your hands from your face.

“I…” he begins, confused, like he’s searching for an answer.

He leans in and kisses you—slowly, cautiously.

You frown slightly, but when his grip relaxes, you place a hand on his shoulder and kiss him back.

His hand moves to your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens—his tongue grazes your lip, and you part your mouth.

It’s passionate now, electric. You feel fireworks in your chest.

When you finally pull away, his hand is still on your neck, and he looks lost.

You meet his eyes and nod slightly, like you understand him without words.

A noise interrupts you—Johnny’s voice calling from the living room.

“What the hell happened here?” he asks as he steps out into the smoke and sees you both drenched on the balcony.

“What the hell did you two do?”

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blondechariot · 7 days ago

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~Strangers, Barely~ (Lee Minho x reader)

Pairing: Lee Min-ho x Reader

Warning: alcohol, weed, SMUT, mention of blood and violence, Sex with a stranger (never go home with a stranger kids!)

Summary: Abandoned at a party by girls who were never really your friends, you end up sharing a joint — and a night — with a stranger who shouldn’t feel this safe. One ride, one couch, one spark. Just for tonight.

You came to this house party with two girlfriends. You remember sitting on the bus together, getting ready beforehand. You also remember taking some selfies in the bathroom at the party and joining in on a few drinking games. What you don’t remember is the moment they decided to ditch you and disappear with the two guys who beat them at beer pong. It’s been over an hour since you last saw them. They’re not replying to your messages, and all you saw was them following the guys upstairs.

Now you’re standing alone in the kitchen, a paper cup of beer in your hand, sipping it thoughtfully. You glance at the time — 2 a.m. — and have no idea what to do with yourself. At first, you tried to join conversations, even though you don’t know anyone here. You don’t even know who’s throwing the party. But you quickly realized you have nothing in common with these people. You watch them laugh, talk, and mess around with each other. You swallow hard and grimace in disgust when you realize you bit into your cup out of sheer tension, and now you can taste the plastic. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand and lean against the fridge.

You wonder if your friends forgot about you — though, technically, you were never really friends. They just went out partying with you, and that was it. You barely had contact otherwise, and you’re pretty sure they don’t know much about you.

“Can I grab that real quick?” a stranger’s voice says, and you turn your head. A guy stands next to you, one hand over his eye, looking at you questioningly. You glance at him and silently move aside so he can open the fridge. You watch him grab a bag of frozen peas. When he takes his hand away from his eye, you see that it’s swollen and bleeding a little from his brow.

“Um, are you okay?” you ask hesitantly. He nods slightly.

“Yep, all good,” he assures you and tilts his head back to press the peas to his eye.

“Just a little disagreement,” he explains, and you nod thoughtfully.

“Want me to throw that away?” he offers, noticing your crushed, empty cup.

“Thanks,” you say, handing it to him. He tosses it in the trash and leans back against the sink.

“You got into a fight?” you ask carefully, fiddling with your fingers. He chuckles briefly.

“Nah, not really a fight. Like I said, just a disagreement”

You nod and smile briefly. He notices your discomfort and looks around.

“Are you here alone?”

“Not exactly… but yeah, kinda,” you admit, scratching your head. He looks at you a bit confused and winces as he shifts the peas.

“Well, I hope you have a good night. I’m out of here,” he says with a friendly smile.

“All right,” you reply shortly, returning the smile. He leaves the kitchen, heading toward the front door. You watch him for a moment, then glance up at the ceiling. You already knew you wouldn’t see your friends again tonight. The idea of going home alone feels strange. You check your phone — still no messages. You scoff bitterly, put it away, run your fingers through your hair, and bite your lip. Then you gently push off the counter and make your way through the crowd toward the door.

Outside, in the front yard, you see some drunk couples making out in the bushes or waiting for their rides. You spot the guy from before by his posture — he’s bent over, talking to a cab driver. You clear your throat and walk toward him, your legs feeling like they’re moving on their own. Once you’re right behind him, you tap him on the shoulder. He turns around, surprised, but smiling.

“Hey,” he says, a bit confused.

You smile too and gather all your courage to do something most people would probably call crazy.

“You said you were heading home?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m done partying.”

You nod understandingly, then ask, “Can I come with you?”

His eyes widen, and he raises an eyebrow.

“You want to come to my place?”

“Only if you’re okay with it,” you stammer, suddenly doubting your idea.

He nods toward the house. “Won’t your friends be worried?”

“I don’t really have friends here… so no,” you reply, shaking your head.

“I could be a total lunatic, you know that?” he says with a grin.

“Yeah, I know,” you confirm with an awkward smile.

He studies you for a moment before the cab driver clears his throat impatiently. The guy glances at the driver, then back at you. He shrugs and smiles in disbelief.

“Okay,” he says and opens the back door for you. You smile in relief, climb into the taxi, and he follows, sitting beside you. You exchange a quick, shy glance — neither of you quite used to a moment like this.

“Minho,” he says, offering his hand.

You tell him your name and shake his hand before he gives the driver his address. The car starts moving.

You follow him into his dark apartment as he switches on a light in the hallway and you take off your shoes. The light gives off a warm glow and lets you peek into the small kitchen. He removes his shoes too, and you hear the peas package crinkle in his hands.

“Damn, these are totally mushy now,” he mutters, staring at the wet bag.

You notice that his eyebrow is still bleeding a little, and his eye has developed a beautiful shade of blue and purple.

“You should clean that,” you tell him, pointing to his eyebrow.

He touches the wound and sees blood on his fingers. “Shit.”

“I’ve got steady hands,” you say, raising your hands.

He looks at you briefly, then nods.

Five minutes later, you’re sitting side by side on his couch, cleaning his wound with a cotton pad. He flinches once, and you suck in air through your teeth.

“You okay?”

He nods faintly, watching as you gently clean the cut.

“Are you a murderer?”

“What?” you laugh softly.

“I’m just trying to understand how a young woman like you goes home with the first random guy she meets. Don’t you get warned about guys like me?” he asks, looking genuinely confused.

You smirk a little. “If you were really dangerous, you wouldn’t ask me that.”

“But it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“A little,” you admit, pulling out your phone from your pocket.

“But my friends haven’t seen me in almost two hours, and I haven’t gotten a single message,” you shrug. “I don’t think anyone’s really missing me.”

He watches you closely, trying to understand. You stick a band-aid on his cut and close the antiseptic bottle.

“I’m just visiting the city and staying with them. I didn’t know how else to get home, and you didn’t seem like a bad guy,” you explain firmly and shrug again.

He shakes his head lightly but smiles. “Wow.”

“What?” you ask, grinning.

“Just… wow,” he repeats, running a hand through his hair. He leans back on the couch, thinking. “Wanna drink something? A beer or so?”

“A beer sounds good,” you nod, and he gets up.

He grabs a bottle from the fridge and hands it to you.

“Not drinking anything yourself?” you ask, surprised.

“Nah, alcohol’s not really my thing,” he smiles and walks over to the small TV stand. He pulls open a drawer and takes out a small box.

“Mind if I smoke one?” he asks, pulling out a joint.

You’re surprised but shake your head. “No, go ahead.”

He sticks the joint between his lips and nods toward the tiny balcony.

“I prefer smoking outside,” he says, grinning as he opens the door.

He lights the joint and takes his first hit. You watch him with curiosity, his chest rising with the inhale. He leans back and exhales the smoke into the night. You get up and lean in the doorway, able to see all the way to the city center. The noise out there is the same no matter where you go.

“How did it happen, anyway?” you ask, nodding toward his eye.

He takes another puff and coughs. “The guy who threw the party… wasn’t too happy to see me show up.”

“And he hit you just like that?”

“No, he hit me after I called him a tight-assed jerk.”

You chuckle and sip your beer. “Nice choice of words.”

He smirks, tilting his head while looking at you thoughtfully.

“We used to get along well. Really well. But then he did something shitty, and I had to take the fall.”

You nod, listening closely.

“Then I guess he had it coming.”

“I’m not entirely innocent in it either,” he admits.

You shrug disinterestedly, which makes him laugh.

“You’re probably the most chill woman I’ve ever met.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you ask, amused, taking another sip.

“It’s definitely interesting. What are your friends like?”

You snort in disgust, your expression darkening.

“My friends don’t care about me,” you say bluntly.

He looks at you curiously, taking another hit.

“They’re not even really friends. We went to school together and somehow kept in touch. But they probably don’t even know my last name. I visited them because it was my birthday, and they said we’d celebrate big. But every time we go out to a club or party, they forget about me, and I end up going back to their apartment alone. Then I hold their hair back while they throw up and make them breakfast in the morning,” you say bitterly, shaking your head.

He frowns, listening closely.

“I figured going home with a complete stranger was better than ending up as the third wheel again, just getting used,” you add quietly.

He studies you for a while, saying nothing. You keep sipping your beer while he finishes his joint. Then he reaches for another and looks at you.

“Have you ever smoked?”

You shake your head.

“Wanna try?” he asks carefully.

You hesitate, then nod. “Why not.”

You walk over to him, and he stands up. He places the joint gently between your lips and lights it.

“Inhale,” he says, and you follow his instruction.

The harsh smoke fills your lungs and makes your throat tingle. You almost cough.

“Now exhale,” he says, removing the joint from your mouth. You blow out gently, watching the smoke swirl. You cough a little, and he grins.

“Not bad for your first time.”

You smile but keep coughing. He pats your back and takes another puff.

“Your friends are sluts,” he says suddenly.

You look at him, surprised. He shrugs.

“If you want, you can stay. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You smile and nod. “Thanks.”

He nods back and smokes.

“Wanna see something cool?” he asks.

You nod, and he leans his head back, forming O’s with his lips as he blows smoke rings into the air.

“Impressive,” you laugh, taking the joint from him.

You try to copy him but fail. He laughs at your annoyed expression.

“God, I need to sit down,” he says and plops back into the chair.

You laugh too, running your hand through your hair.

“Is it normal for it to burn in your throat?”

“You get used to it — unless you take a shot.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“You do it when you don’t have much to smoke left,” he explains.

“Show me.”

He chuckles. “Sure?”

“Yeah, why not,” you say casually.

He nods, inhales, and gets up from the chair. He beckons you closer with a finger, gently placing a hand on your neck. You look at him, breath caught, as he leans in, lips parting. You feel the smoke enter your mouth, warm and slow. You instinctively close your eyes, taking in his breath. When you open them again, he smiles sleepily at you.

“Well?” he asks, sitting down again.

You stare down at him, then reach for the joint and take a hit. He looks startled as you hand it back, lean down, and do the same to him — hand on his neck, lips to lips. He meets you halfway, noses brushing. He breathes in and locks eyes with you. Your knees start to wobble as you hold his gaze, then lift one leg and climb into his lap.

His free hand gently settles on your hip as he looks at you with glassy eyes. You tilt your head slightly as he glances up at you and takes a hit from the joint. He leans in again, exhaling the smoke into your mouth. One of your hands rests on his shoulder, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips. As he lets the smoke slip into you this time, his lips brush softly against yours. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. The mood has shifted — you feel calmer, more aware of every sensation. You feel his body heat, the soft fabric of his tight black shirt under your fingers. You shift slightly in his lap, and his grip on your waist tightens in response.

You pause, gaze down at him, and let your hands travel up to the back of his neck, where you find the clasp of his necklace. He gently bumps your nose with his, his wide eyes locked on yours. You part your lips to speak, but stop yourself, wrapping your fingers around the pendant and pulling him toward you. Your lips meet, and out of the corner of your eye, you see him drop the nearly finished joint. He shifts his legs, drawing you in closer. You inhale sharply, prompting him to break the kiss and rest his forehead against yours, biting his lip.

“I think you’re high,” he murmurs.

“So are you,” you reply with a crooked smile.

“I don’t usually do this… not like this,” he whispers, his hands slowly sliding along your thighs, pressing gently into your skin.

“Good,” you whisper back, nodding before you move your hips against him.

He bites his lip, eyes flicking to your hips. Both of his hands move to your ass, guiding your movements faster. You gasp as he arches his back, pressing your chest to his. Your lips part, and he smiles softly before kissing your neck and continuing to move your hips against his. You clutch his shirt as he leans forward and lifts you by your thighs. You hold onto his shoulders as he carries you back to the living room and sets you down on the couch.

“I’ll stop the second you want me to,” he reminds you gently, cupping your cheek. You look up at him, hold his gaze, and tug him down by his necklace. Off balance, he falls onto you, and you wrap your legs around his hips. He flips you both over quickly so you’re on your back with him between your legs. You gasp as he grabs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. He bites softly into your skin, his hands exploring your body.

You pull away and sit up a little, pushing his shirt up to reveal his abs. You trail your nails across his skin, watching his breath grow shallow. He brushes your hair back, giving you a crooked smile when you smirk at him. He lifts your leg higher, letting you pull him in tighter.

Then he grabs both of your wrists and pins them beside your head in one quick motion. You gasp, and he covers your mouth with his, his tongue finding yours. You return the kiss just as passionately, biting his bottom lip. He groans softly and releases one of your hands to push your dress up. You use your free hand to slide into his pants.

He furrows his eyebrows and his mouth opens slightly as you massage his bulge with your hand. He groans softly and curls his mouth into a small smile as he looks into your eyes and reaches under your dress. "Are you sure?" he asks quietly, pressing his forehead against yours. You nod and want to kiss him, but he avoids you.

Instead, he gently takes your chin and strokes your skin. "I want you to say it," he breathes softly. "I'm sure," you reply with dark eyes and lick your lips. He lets go of your chin and gently pushes you back onto the sofa. You watch him curiously; he seems satisfied. Suddenly, you feel him jerk your panties down. You gasp in surprise and open your mouth. He takes advantage of this and leans down to kiss you.

You moan into the kiss as you feel one of his fingers on your clit, gently feeling his way along it with his fingertip. He begins to gently draw circles with his finger while applying a little pressure to your. You grab his bicep to steady you. He watches you without blinking, as if he doesn't want to miss a moment. At some point, you reach for his shirt and pull it up again.

He briefly removes his fingers to pull it over his head. His shoulders tense as he runs his fingers through his hair and then pulls your dress down from top to bottom, so that it's bunched up against your stomach. His breathing becomes a little shallow as he bites his lip and wraps his lips around your nipple. "Oh," you gasp as his teeth gently suckle on the sensitive skin.

At the same time, his hand slides back between your legs and his index finger plays with your entrance. "You say yes?" He whispers in your ear, followed by a tender kiss. "Yes," you sigh desperately. You feel his finger slide inside you and you moan loudly. He begins to gently pump his finger in and out of you. Meanwhile, you try to touch everything on his body that you can.

His touch drives you crazy. You bend your leg a little closer to his hip so you can press him as tightly as possible. His movements become faster and you lift your head. Your hair falls over your shoulder, and he grabs it in his hand, pulling it back a little. He looks down at you, his eyes so dark they look almost black. You grab his pants and hastily pull them back. He grins briefly and kisses you on the lips. "You're too impatient," he whispers against your lips.

"I don't care," you reply, completely out of breath. He sits up so he's kneeling between your legs and can unzip his pants. You promptly follow him and kneel down as well. He looks at you in surprise as you look into his eyes and your hands unzip his pants and pull them down. You gently touch the tip of your nose to his and smile briefly, which he returns. Then you kiss him passionately while he grabs your hair again with his hand and pulls you against him by the waist. You kiss tightly for a while until you give him a gentle push.

You lean forward and cover his balls and cock with feather-light kisses. His breathing is shallow now, and he watches you tensely. You look into his eyes briefly once more before your hand wraps around his cock and you take it into your mouth. "Oh fuck," he exclaims as you bob your head up and down, your lips sucking on him, and he feels like he's about to burst. "No," he says loudly, pulling you away from him. You look at him perplexed, a bit of spit dripping from your lip. He nods at his pants next to the couch. "There's a condom in the pocket," he says, and you bend over to reach into the pocket.

You hand him the condom, which he impatiently tears open and puts on. You watch him, not even noticing when he finishes and grabs you with his hands. He lifts you slightly and positions the tip of his cock between your lips. You hold your breath as he gently lowers you. Your mouth opens and you suck in a sharp breath as he fills you completely.

You tilt your head back and he kisses your collarbone while his hands stroke your back. He lifts you again and you sink down onto him of your own accord, stretching you in the best way. You move your hips up and down as he meets you. You moan and put your arms around his shoulders. He looks up at you and gently strokes your face with his fingers. He kisses you tenderly and moves his hips a little harder. You moan into the kiss and your grip on him tightens. He grins slightly but moans too.

Your breasts jiggle slightly as he rams his cock into you. He gives you a light slap on your ass, and you squeal in surprise. He puts his arms around you and lays you back on your back as he puts your legs over his shoulders and slides his hands onto your breasts. His hips slap against yours, you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, and your gasps grow louder. He massages your breasts excitedly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the living room as he leans forward and kisses your neck. "Fuck," he sighs softly, his movements getting faster and faster, and you tighten around him. He grabs your hips for a better hold and stares down at you. When he sees your twisted face, he places his thumb on your clitoris and begins to massage it. You almost scream as he fucks you and stimulates your clit.

You feel a knot forming in your stomach and your breath catches. "Come for me," he says, and your body obeys. With a loud moan, you cum, your chest pressing against his. He grips you tightly as he too reaches his orgasm, his hips stopping in their tracks, and he kisses you passionately, making you moan against your lips.

You fall back onto the couch, and he lies on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. "Are you okay?" he asks at some point, lifting his head. "Yes," you gasp, smiling briefly. "I've never done anything like this before," you confess. He stares at you in horror. "What?" "I mean sleeping with a stranger," you add quickly. He laughs in relief and lets his head drop again. "Good." He exhales, kissing your collarbone. You sigh and stroke his hair. "I think I should go pee." You say thoughtfully. He chuckles and nods before letting you stand up.

When you return, he’s gotten up and slipped back into his boxers.

“How about we move to my bed?” he suggests with a soft smile, holding out his hand. “I mean… to sleep.”

You smile and nod, taking his hand.

It’s still dark outside when the vibration of your phone wakes you. You blink a few times, eyes adjusting to the bright screen. You rub your eyes and fumble for your phone blindly.

“Where are you??????!!!!!!!!”

It’s a message from one of your so-called friends. You curl your lips into a bitter smile and decisively turn the phone off. Setting it aside, you roll over.

You’re lying with Minho on his bed, your clothes scattered around the room, and one of his arms wrapped securely around your body. As soon as he feels you move, his grip tightens, pulling you closer. You smile softly when you feel his lips press against your bare shoulder.

He brushes your hair back and gently turns you so you’re facing him. His eyes are half-open, still heavy with sleep. You trace your finger along his lips as you look at him. He strokes your soft skin and gives you a sleepy smile. You close your eyes again and snuggle against his bare chest, and he kisses your forehead, holding you close against him.

#fanfic #fanfiction #romance #stray kids #skz stay #lee minho #lee know #smut #smutty smut smut #reader x idol

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blondechariot · 11 days ago

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~WayV reaction to someone Walking in on you while you‘re making out~

Pairing: WayV x Reader

Warning: alcohol, make out, fluff

Kun

He’s sitting at his desk with his laptop when you come out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. You’re wearing a pair of shorts and one of his T-shirts.

“Didn’t you just say you were done?” you ask him in surprise when you see him working.

“I am,” he says curtly over his shoulder.

“Sure doesn’t look like it,” you say with an amused smile, tossing the towel onto the bed.

“Just five more minutes, okay?” he asks with a smile on his lips.

You roll your eyes and place your hands on the back of his chair.

“No.”

He protests loudly as you turn him toward you, raising an eyebrow.

“My turn now.”

“Jagiya, I have to—”

“Be a good boyfriend and take care of me? I agree,” you interrupt, leaning in to kiss him.

“Just five minutes,” he tries again, but you kiss him once more and sit down on his lap.

He sighs and shakes his head lightly.

“Ah, shit,” he curses, finally returning your kiss. He pulls you closer by your back and slips his fingers under your T-shirt.

You smile triumphantly as he starts kissing your neck and you grind your hips against his.

“Kunge, we were supposed to—OH!” you hear Yangyang’s voice and both turn your heads.

He’s standing in the doorway, grimacing in disgust.

“That’s gross,” he says, turning his gaze away.

Kun raises an eyebrow and pulls his hands away from you.

“Out,” he says darkly.

Yangyang nods and quickly retreats toward the door.

“Sorry!” he calls back before closing it.

Kun sighs and leans his forehead against your chest.

You just laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

“You’ll never live this down,” you say.

He laughs painfully and nods.

“Yup, never.”

Ten

“Babe?” he calls out questioningly as he comes home from training. He drops his bag in the hallway and heads to his room, where you’re waiting for him.

You had texted him that you’d be waiting in the dorm, and yet he’s even happier to see you in person.

You’re lying in his bed, having fallen asleep. He tilts his head slightly and watches you dreamily as he quietly closes the door.

The sound makes you open your eyes, blinking quickly. He pulls a face and looks at you apologetically.

“Sorry.”

You smile sleepily and rub your eyes.

“Hey,” you mumble, still half asleep.

He beams as he comes over to the bed and lays down on top of you.

“What made you so tired?” he asks amusedly.

You chuckle softly and shrug.

“I had to wait a long time… so I fell asleep.”

“Good thing I’m here now,” he says with a grin, leaning down to kiss you gently.

“Mmh,” you murmur into the kiss, smiling, and tug him closer by his hoodie.

He lifts himself up a little so you can pull his hoodie off. He grins before kissing you again and gently running his fingers along your cheek.

You let out a soft moan but suddenly turn your head, your eyes growing wide.

“Lucas!”

“Excuse me?!” Ten asks in disbelief, staring at you angrily.

“No, Lucas!” you repeat, nodding toward the doorway.

Lucas is standing there, one hand on the door handle, staring at you both with wide eyes.

“Get out!” Ten snaps, clearly annoyed as Lucas starts laughing.

“Sorry, but Kun’s cooking and he wants you in the kitchen to help. Should I tell him you’re busy?”

Ten rolls his eyes and groans in frustration.

“I’ll be right there. Now leave!” he barks at Lucas, who grins and closes the door behind him.

You sigh but nod.

“It’s okay, I’m sleeping here tonight anyway.”

“You bet you are,” Ten says, giving you a quick kiss before reaching for his hoodie again.

Lucas

“Winner!” he shouts excitedly, throwing his arms into the air as you lower the Wii controller in frustration.

It’s the third round of bowling, and he’s completely crushed you again. You plant your hands on your hips and blow a strand of hair out of your face.

“This can’t be real. How can you be so good at Wii but so terrible at real bowling?” you ask, utterly baffled.

He just shrugs and flashes a wide grin.

“Well…”

You give him a shove and shoot him a warning look.

“Save that grin.”

“Want a rematch? Like a final round?” he challenges, his voice playful.

“Sure, but if I win, you’re paying for dinner tonight.”

“Deal. But if I win again—” he says, puckering his lips into a kissy face,

“I get a kiss.”

“You don’t have to win for that.”

“But it feels way better if I do,” he says with a wink.

You laugh briefly but nod as he restarts the game.

You give it your all, but once again, he dominates, throwing strike after strike.

When the final whistle sounds, announcing the end, you grit your teeth and let your shoulders slump.

“Victory,” he whispers with a devilish smirk.

You turn your head and fix him with a scolding look.

“You’re just lucky.”

“Hmm, maybe. But I’m still getting my reward,” he says smugly, tapping his lips.

You chuckle and rise up on your toes to give him a kiss.

He lets out a low laugh and cups the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.

“We only agreed on one,” you mumble against his lips, though your arms find their way around his neck anyway.

He doesn’t answer — instead, he deepens the kiss, pressing you back against the wall and bracing one hand above your head.

He nibbles playfully at your lower lip and toys with the hem of your T-shirt — just as the front door slams shut.

“Come on, not in the living room,” Kun’s loud voice echoes through the room, making you both jump apart.

“You have a room… seriously,” Kun mutters, disgusted, giving a dramatic shake of his head.

You burst out laughing, and Lucas joins you.

“Actually, that’s a great idea,” he says proudly, crouching down and slinging you over his shoulder, carrying you off to his room.

Winwin

“Are you okay?” Winwin asks as you flinch again and clutch onto his shirt.

You’re sitting next to each other on the couch, watching a movie. He picked it out, and of course, he chose a horror film — something he had to seriously persuade you to agree to.

“Yeah, it was just really loud,” you say quickly, swallowing hard.

He strokes your arm gently and chuckles.

“You’re already halfway through it.”

“That was only halfway?” you ask, alarmed, immediately biting your lip afterward.

You hear Winwin chuckle softly.

“Should I turn it off?”

You shake your head and glance at him.

“You think I can’t make it through?”

“I do… but I’m afraid you’re gonna rip my shirt,” he says dryly, nodding toward your hand still gripping him tightly.

You loosen your grip and clear your throat.

“You know horror movies aren’t really my thing.”

“It’s all good. I’ll protect you,” he says with a wide grin.

You laugh briefly and look at him in disbelief.

“Oh, you’re gonna protect me?”

He nods and kisses you on the cheek.

“Always.”

You smile and gently stroke his cheek.

“My hero,” you say dramatically and kiss him on the lips.

He kisses you back, and you toss aside the blanket draped over your legs.

“I thought we were watching the movie?” he asks suspiciously as you push him down onto the couch and climb on top of him.

“We’re still listening — that’s enough,” you shrug and kiss him passionately.

He chuckles, running his fingers through your hair as your hands roam across his chest.

Suddenly, someone grabs your legs and shoves them aside.

You both jolt in surprise and turn around.

Hendery has plopped down on the couch with a bag of chips, eyes glued to the TV. When he notices your stares, he just shrugs.

“I’ve always wanted to watch this one,” he says, nodding toward the screen.

Winwin takes a deep breath while you glare daggers at Hendery.

You both sit back up, and Winwin runs a frustrated hand through his hair while you reach into Hendery’s bag of chips and sulkily watch the rest of the movie.

Xiaojun

He had just woken up when he walked into the kitchen and saw you by the fridge.

Music was playing on the radio, turned up loud, and you were swaying your hips lightly to the beat.

He let out a big yawn and stopped in his tracks, watching you move your body to the rhythm and drum your fingertips against the fridge door.

A small grin played on his lips as he tilted his head, clearly amused. You didn’t seem to notice him at all — not even when you started singing along and using the milk carton as a microphone.

It wasn’t until you spun around playfully and caught sight of him standing in the doorway that you froze, nearly dropping the milk.

“Oh my God, how long have you been standing there?” you asked, startled, before laughing.

“Long enough to catch your performance,” he said with a wide grin, stepping closer to you.

“Good morning,” you murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I was just about to grab something to eat. Are you hungry too?” you asked as you both stood peering into the fridge.

Xiaojun thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and glanced down at you.

“I wouldn’t mind an encore of what I just saw,” he teased.

You scoffed and nudged him in the side.

“Yeah, keep dreaming,” you said, pushing him aside to head toward the table.

But he caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“And what if I ask really nicely?” he mumbled into your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just below it.

“Still no,” you said with a grin, though it was getting harder to resist him.

He smiled against you, running his hands lightly over your stomach.

“You’d really make me happy,” he said.

You turned around in his arms and gave him a challenging look.

“Oh yeah?”

He started humming along with the music, imitating the moves you had been making earlier.

You laughed and pulled him close.

“Stop it,” you said quickly and kissed him passionately.

He kissed you back, his hands resting firmly on your waist.

You squealed when he suddenly lifted you up and set you down on the kitchen table.

You wrapped your legs around his hips as he toyed with the buttons of your nightshirt.

Suddenly, you both heard the fridge door click shut.

You turned your heads sharply.

Winwin was standing by the fridge, holding a bottle of juice, and sighed tiredly.

“I’m just gonna leave and pretend you’re not about to hook up on the table we eat at,” he said dryly before walking out of the kitchen.

You looked down at the table beneath you, and Xiaojun cleared his throat.

“Yeah… might actually be a little gross,” he admitted.

“A little,” you agreed, sliding off the table.

“Come on, let’s eat,” you said, kissing him on the cheek.

Hendery

You’re standing under the shower, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when a cold draft hits you.

“Hello?” you call out, surprised, wiping the shampoo from your eyes to see better.

“Boo,” says Hendery, who just closed the bathroom door behind him, grinning at you.

“You’re already back?” you ask, surprised, before continuing with your shower.

“Yeah, I annoyed Taeyong long enough until he finally let me go.”

“So basically he kicked you out?”

“Something like that. But I brought you donuts — they’re in the fridge.”

“I hope you labeled them properly, otherwise Lucas will steal them,” you say.

“I wrote your name on them in huge letters,” he says proudly.

His voice suddenly sounds a lot closer, and you turn around, startled.

“What was that?” you ask, amused, as you see him now standing behind you in the shower, his clothes scattered across the bathroom floor.

“I smell like the studio and toxic street fumes,” he says, wrinkling his nose.

You raise an eyebrow.

“And you thought…”

“That it would be much better for the environment if we saved water and showered together. I really care about the planet,” he says innocently.

“Sure you do,” you grin and step aside so the stream of water hits him directly in the face.

He runs his hands through his now wet hair and gives you a once-over as you hand him the shampoo.

“Are you sure you’re here just to get clean?” you ask teasingly.

He bites his lip.

“I’m good at multitasking. Are you?”

You snort as he takes the shampoo from your hand and kisses you.

“I am — but mostly you’re an idiot,” you say, smiling.

“Yeah, that’s very true,” he agrees with a grin before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again, more tenderly this time.

You move with him as he presses you back under the water, until your back hits the cold tiles.

The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent. You tug lightly at his hair, and he digs his fingers into the skin of your thighs.

It’s Ten’s voice that breaks the moment.

“Don’t mind me,” he says casually as he steps into the bathroom, nudging Hendery’s pants out of the way with his foot.

“Hendery, you know where the cleaning supplies are. Once you’re done, you’re scrubbing the shower,” he adds, opening the cabinet and grabbing his deodorant.

“Have fun,” he says before slamming the door shut behind him.

You and Hendery stare at the door in shock before looking at each other and bursting into loud laughter.

Hendery brushes a wet strand of hair out of your face and shrugs.

“Screw it.”

Yangyang

“Pssht!” he hisses at you, giggling, while you both struggle to take off your shoes in the hallway.

You had gone out with Johnny and Jaehyun and definitely had a few too many glasses of soju, leaving your balance and coordination less than ideal.

You cling to Yangyang for support while you kick off your shoes, barely managing to stifle your laughter.

His face is already flushed red from trying to hold himself together.

He grabs your hand and tiptoes quietly with you toward his room. It’s dark as you close the door behind you — and the moment it’s shut, you both burst out laughing.

“We should’ve eaten more,” you giggle softly.

“And drunk less,” he adds, his voice a low whisper as you lean against him to keep from toppling over.

“My legs feel like pudding,” you giggle again, clinging to his shoulder for balance.

“I’ll carry you,” he suggests, already starting to crouch down before you stop him.

“No, don’t — we’ll just fall over,” you laugh, patting his shoulder.

“Okay, but we have to get to the bed somehow, or I’m gonna pass out right here,” he says, determined.

You agree quickly.

“Although… you could just be my mattress,” you add with a grin and kiss him lightly.

“Interesting offer,” he says before kissing you again.

You can taste the soju on his lips, and you’re definitely still tipsy enough not to care how loud you are.

He fumbles around behind him until he finds his mattress and falls onto it, pulling you down with him.

You giggle excitedly as he kisses you eagerly, tugging your T-shirt over your head.

You help him, reaching for his belt while he yanks off his hoodie.

A loud sigh stops you both mid-movement.

“Guys… please don’t,” comes a tired voice.

You both frown, and you lean back a little to look up at the bed above Yangyang’s.

Xiaojun is lying there, head turned toward you, giving you the most pleading look.

“Sorry,” Yangyang says quickly, sucking in a sharp breath.

“Totally forgot he was there,” he admits quietly, chuckling under his breath.

You can’t help but giggle too as Xiaojun flops back over with a groan.

“I heard that,” he mutters.

#fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #wayv winwin #wayv ten #wayv x reader #xiaojun #wayv lucas #wayv kun #hendery #yangyang #nctzen #nct x reader

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blondechariot · 11 days ago

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~NCT127 reaction to you wearing something revealing~

Pairing: NCT127 x Reader

Warnings: none :) have fun

Taeyong

Don’t cheat, okay?”

“I’m not! Can I finally see it now?”

“Yeah, I just want to fix it a little first.”

“Couldn’t you have done that before you called me in?”

“Don’t be such a boomer,” you grumble while your boyfriend covers his eyes with his hands and taps his foot impatiently.

You’ve been invited to an SM party, and you bought a brand new dress just for the occasion — all to surprise Taeyong. You know he’s going to love it, which only makes you more excited.

“Okay, 3, 2, 1, go!” you call out enthusiastically, striking a playful pose.

When he removes his hands from his eyes, they widen immediately, and a big grin spreads across his face.

“W-Wow,” he stammers, looking you up and down while you twirl around to show off the full dress.

“So? What do you think? Can I show up like this?” you ask sarcastically, flipping your hair over your shoulder.

“Baby, you look stunning,” he marvels, reaching for your hands.

“R-Really amazing,” he repeats with sparkling eyes, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beam back at him, happy with his reaction.

He smiles and then looks at you excitedly. “But to be honest, I have something for you too.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Yep, now you have to close your eyes,” he grins.

You shut your eyes and hear him walking away. When he comes back, you wait patiently until he tells you to open them.

As you do, your face freezes for a second.

“That’s your blazer,” you say, a little puzzled.

He nods proudly, holding it out to you.

“Yeah, and you’ve always said how much you liked it. So I decided to give it to you!”

“Oh… cool,” you say uncertainly, taking it from him hesitantly.

“Come on, try it on!” he urges excitedly.

Raising an eyebrow, you slip on the blazer. It reaches just above your thighs, and the sleeves are a little too long.

“It looks better on you than it ever did on me!” he cheers, spinning you around.

“It’s a bit big, isn’t it?”

“That’s trendy now! Everyone’s wearing stuff like that,” he assures you enthusiastically.

“Really?”

The doorbell rings, and Taeyong quickly turns his head.

“Oh, the car’s here! It’s cold outside… you could just leave it on,” he suggests.

“You want me to wear it to the party?”

“Why not? It looks great with the dress, and like I said, it’s trendy!” he insists optimistically.

You glance down at yourself uncertainly.

“Tae, I don’t know—”

“We should hurry,” he interrupts, quickly buttoning the blazer over your chest.

“You can decide if you like it on the way there, but the venue’s probably going to be pretty drafty. It’ll keep you warm,” he says hastily before pulling you toward the front door before you can protest.

Jaehyun

“I like this spot,” you say contentedly as you walk along the beach with your boyfriend Jaehyun, looking for the perfect place to settle down.

You squeeze his hand while he walks beside you and he nods, smiling.

“Sure,” he agrees and sets the bag down in the sand before pulling out the large towel and spreading it out.

The wind blows through your hair, and you brush it out of your face.

“It’s super windy today,” you remark.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a cheeky grin, winking at you.

You giggle and nudge him in the side.

“Do you want to go straight into the water?” he asks, already pulling off his T-shirt.

“I think I’ll stay in the sun for a bit first,” you decide, and he shrugs.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he teases and smacks your butt playfully.

Laughing, you watch him head toward the water.

You, on the other hand, sit down on the towel and tie your hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of your face.

You’re wearing a light blouse and the hot pants he gave you for your birthday.

You let the salty breeze wash over you for a while, enjoying the smell of the ocean, before deciding to get a little sun on your skin.

You stand up again, unbutton your blouse, and slip off your shorts.

You’re wearing a brand-new bikini that perfectly matches your hair and skin tone.

You tug lightly at the side ties and smile, pleased.

You spot Jaehyun in the water and wave at him.

He waves back, only vaguely able to make out your figure on the beach.

What he can clearly see, though, is two volleyball players turning to look at you and nudging each other.

He frowns and runs a hand through his wet hair, leaving the water and heading back toward you and the towel.

You’re lying on your back, soaking up the sun, when you notice his shadow looming over you.

“That was quick,” you say in surprise, opening your eyes.

“Is that new?” Jaehyun asks, nodding toward your bikini.

“Yeah, cute, right?” you reply happily.

“Yeah… very,” he mutters, glancing over at the two volleyball players.

“Hey, why don’t we go swimming together? I’m so lonely in the water,” he says.

“In ten minutes, okay? I’m a little cold and I want to warm up first,” you explain.

“Oh, you’re cold? Good thing you brought that pretty cover-up,” he says quickly, rummaging through the bag.

“Huh?”

“Yeah, here it is. If you’re cold, you should wear it,” he suggests, draping it over your body.

“What—”

“Perfect! I’ll just lie down next to you too, that way you’ll be protected from the wind,” he adds and settles beside you, positioning himself to block the view and making it very clear to the volleyball players that he is the only one allowed to admire you.

Johnny

“Are you here alone? It’s so quiet,” Mark says in surprise as he steps into your apartment.

Johnny chuckles briefly and shakes his head.

“No, she’s just sleeping,” he explains before they head into the living room.

He closes the door carefully to avoid waking you up, so he and Mark can spend the afternoon gaming.

After about an hour, you slowly open your eyes from your nap and yawn deeply.

You fumble around blindly for your phone to check the time.

Stretching lazily, you sit up — your throat feels dry, and you’re starting to get hungry.

You hear muffled noises coming from the living room and assume Johnny has a friend over.

Still a little sleepy, you climb out of bed and swap your wrinkled sleep shirt for one of Johnny’s oversized T-shirts, which falls almost to your knees.

You’re only wearing a bra and underwear underneath, but you really don’t care.

When you leave the bedroom and open the door to the living room, the first thing you spot is Mark sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, giving him a small smile.

Mark flashes you a quick smile, his eyes briefly scanning your figure — though you don’t notice.

You shuffle into the kitchen where Johnny is standing by the fridge, pulling out a Coke.

“Hey,” you greet your boyfriend.

“Good morning,” he laughs, bending down to kiss you.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Not long enough,” you sigh, leaning against him.

He grins and runs his hands along your back, down to your legs.

His hands pause for a second, and he smiles.

“Wow, that’s a lot of bare skin,” he notes playfully.

“I’m not naked or anything,” you shrug.

“Not much is missing,” he grins, lifting the T-shirt slightly.

“At least you’re wearing underwear.”

“Hey!” you protest.

“You must have tons of super comfy sweatpants you could put on,” he says brightly.

“But it’s warm,” you argue.

“Then just roll up the legs! Come on, I’ll show you where they are,” he says decisively, gently pushing you out of the kitchen by your back.

“Where are we going?”

“Eyes on the game!” Johnny calls back over his shoulder to Mark as he leads you down the hallway back to your room and opens your closet.

“Here, this one’s nice. Put it on.”

“That one’ s way too big for me.”

“All the more comfortable!” he insists with a grin.

Mark

“Happy Halloween!” you shout excitedly as you jump around the corner, making a scary face.

You and Mark are headed to a costume party, and you’ve come up with the perfect outfit.

You’re wearing a black corset with an attached cape and matching over-the-knee boots.

Sharp vampire fangs flash in your mouth as you let out a playful hiss and flash Mark a big smile.

“Whoa, you’re a vampire,” he says, stunned, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, cool, right? I made it myself,” you say proudly, twirling your cape.

“Where’s your costume?” you scold him teasingly.

“Oh, uh, I was going to get changed,” he says, thinking for a second before his gaze drops to your outfit.

“Nice shoes… but aren’t they gonna be uncomfortable all night?” he asks, concerned.

You look down at your boots and then glance back at him sadly.

“You don’t like it,” you say, disappointed.

“No, no, no, no,” he says quickly, stepping closer.

“I love it. You look amazing,” he says proudly, making you look at him questioningly.

“But?” you prompt, raising an eyebrow.

He grits his teeth and laughs awkwardly.

“Baby, they’re never gonna leave me alone if you show up at the party looking like that.”

You giggle awkwardly and lift a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“You look incredible — that tight corset… and those… tight boots… Are you even wearing a bra?” he asks, trying to sound casual.

“Of course I am. It’s a strapless one though, otherwise it would look weird,” you explain.

“But if it’s a black bra, it would totally match the outfit!” he says excitedly.

“And you could throw on a leather jacket too. You’d be like a sexy biker vampire,” he suggests, looking thrilled.

Your excitement dims a little and you look at him uncertainly.

“I don’t have another costume, Mark.”

“Hey, I’m not trying to tell you what to wear,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug.

“But… I do have something that would look really good on you,” he admits, and you eye him skeptically.

“What is it?”

“Hey guys! You look awesome!” Yuta beams as you both stand at the door.

Mark is dressed in a firefighter costume, holding a rubber axe.

“And you’re…?” Yuta trails off, looking at you in confusion.

“I’m a hockey player,” you explain dryly, wearing an XXL jersey with shoulder pads underneath and holding a helmet under your arm.

“Cool, come on in,” Yuta says, stepping aside.

“I feel ridiculous,” you mutter to Mark, annoyed.

“Nah, you look sexy. A sexy hockey player,” he grins.

Yuta

I’m so hyped for this movie. I heard it’s supposed to be super scary. Jungwoo’s probably gonna pee his pants,” he laughs mischievously while typing on his phone, walking into your bedroom.

You’re just zipping up your skirt and smoothing down your tight top in front of the mirror when he enters and catches sight of you.

He stops for a moment, gives you a once-over, and bursts out laughing.

You turn your head and look at him in surprise.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

He keeps laughing as he closes the door behind him and tosses his phone onto the bed.

“Nothing, nothing. You look amazing,” he says enthusiastically, opening his closet doors.

“Then why are you laughing?” you ask suspiciously.

“Because next to you, I look ridiculous,” he snorts, pulling his sweater over his head.

“This is better,” he says, grabbing a vest he once wore during a video shoot.

It’s made of black leather and has a deep neckline.

You stare at him, perplexed, as he puts it on and admires himself in the mirror.

“You’re really gonna wear that? To the movies?” you ask, shocked.

“Yeah, why not? I like this vest,” he says, grinning.

“Yuta, we’re going to the movies, not Coachella,” you say, clearly unimpressed.

“But look, it matches your skirt! We could go in matching outfits,” he says excitedly, biting his lip.

You picture other women staring at him, probably drooling over him non-stop.

“At least… at least zip this up,” you mumble, trying to pull the zipper of his vest upward.

“Babe, that ruins the whole look,” he laughs, pulling the zipper back down.

You eye him for a while, then glance down at your own outfit.

“If you want to match outfits, let’s wear something else,” you murmur decisively, scratching your head.

“Nah, it’s fine. Leave it. I like it — it shows off your butt really nicely,” he says cheerfully.

But you’re clearly no longer thrilled about your outfit.

“No,” you growl through gritted teeth.

“I’m changing — and so are you!” you say loudly, rummaging for a simple T-shirt that would match his.

“If you say so,” Yuta shrugs, but he can’t hide the triumphant smile on his face as he watches you pull off the red low-cut top.

Doyoung

You’re carrying two bags of food as you walk down the hallway, heading toward the recording studio where your boyfriend has been working all day.

You’re wearing a short plaid skirt and a black-and-white striped T-shirt, which you tied up just above the waistband of your skirt to make it fit better.

Doyoung has been keeping you updated throughout his stressful day at the studio, and you definitely noticed how tired he sounded.

His last few messages were short, filled with emojis showing just how stressed he was.

So you stopped by his favorite takeout spot to grab his favorite meal — and picked up a delicious coffee from Starbucks too.

You maneuver the bags into one hand so you can knock on the door with the other.

“Yeah?” comes a voice from inside.

You push the door open with your hip, beaming from ear to ear.

“Surprise!” you announce cheerfully.

Your boyfriend swivels around in his chair, looking at you in shock — and then grins wide.

“Hey,” he says, clearly pleased.

“I brought you — well, you guys — some food. And I got you a coffee,” you tell him, setting the bags down on the table.

He gets up from his chair and walks toward you.

“Thank you, baby,” he sighs, pulling you into a tight hug and giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.

You smile brightly at him, and he smiles back as his gaze drifts down to take in your outfit.

“Is the outfit part of the surprise too?” he asks curiously, biting his lower lip.

You chuckle and run a hand over his chest.

“Why? Do you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” he murmurs, “even though that kind of skirt might be better suited for more… private spaces, don’t you think?” he adds cautiously with a wide grin.

You laugh and give him a teasing look.

“What’s wrong? Afraid someone else’s eyes might wander?” you tease.

He snorts dismissively and clears his throat.

“No,” he says firmly, giving you a proud look. “They wouldn’t dare.”

You raise an eyebrow and grin while he looks at you fondly.

“Well, if you want, I can keep wearing this outfit for the rest of the day… and wait for you at home,” you tease.

He smirks, resting his hands on your hips.

“Sounds good,” he murmurs before kissing you softly.

Just then, the door opens and Taeyong appears in the doorway.

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there. You look great,” he says with a wink before nodding at Doyoung and disappearing again.

You turn your head back to Doyoung, who’s frozen, staring at the door.

You clear your throat and look at him questioningly.

“Do you have a hoodie I could—”

“Yeah, here,” he cuts in immediately, handing you his hoodie.

You pull it on, and he tugs it down even further to cover your thighs.

“Much better,” he says dreamily before kissing you proudly again.

Jungwoo

“Ouch!” you squeal when your boyfriend pinches your thigh again.

You’re out with Johnny and Jaehyun, and since it’s a warm day, you decided to wear a summer dress — a slightly shorter one.

Jungwoo hadn’t said much when you showed him the outfit at home, but ever since you stepped outside, he hasn’t stopped tugging the hem of your dress down, trying to cover more of your thighs.

Every now and then, though, he ends up pinching your skin, earning him an angry glare from you.

“Oh nice, ice cream! It’s on me,” Johnny announces happily, heading toward a nearby ice cream truck.

“I’ll help him,” Jaehyun says, following after him.

You decide to sit down on a bench, smoothing out your dress as Jungwoo suddenly plops himself down onto your lap, wrapping an arm around you.

“Jungwoo!” you yell in disbelief, staring at him.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Get off me!”

“But you’re comfy,” he protests, shifting around on your lap.

“You’re wrinkling my dress!”

“No, I’m actually stretching it a little, which isn’t that bad. I think it might have shrunk in the wash,” he says, pretending to think seriously about it.

You roll your eyes and give him a shove until he finally gets up.

He grits his teeth a little when Jaehyun and Johnny come back, handing you an ice cream.

Jungwoo doesn’t miss the way Jaehyun’s eyes briefly linger on your exposed legs and he clears his throat pointedly.

“I don’t want anything to get dirty. Here,” he says, quickly taking off his denim jacket and laying it across your lap.

You shoot him a “Seriously?” look but give in when you see his pleading expression.

You quietly eat your ice cream, chatting with the guys while Jungwoo sits next to you with his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

When it’s time to head off again and you try to give Jungwoo his jacket back, he just smiles sweetly at you.

“Keep it, I’m warm anyway.”

“I’m warm too — that’s why you should take it back,” you reply dryly.

“You know what? I have a really great idea,” he says suddenly.

He grabs his jacket and pulls you gently closer by your waist, tying it around your hips.

“There! You look super cute,” he says proudly, tugging the jacket a little so it looks like a skirt and covers your thighs properly.

When he sees you pouting, he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses you.

“Super cute,” he repeats, beaming.

“Super cute,” you mimic his voice, pulling a funny face.

Haechan

You’re lying on your back on an inflatable float in the pool, one hand trailing lazily through the water while you let the sun warm your face.

You and the Dreamies decided to hit the pool because it was simply too hot to do anything else.

Since your boyfriend and Jaemin went to grab some drinks, it’s just you, Jeno, Renjun, and Chenle for now, already cooling off and enjoying the water.

You’re wearing the bikini that Haechan loves most on you — it’s sure to be a nice surprise for him.

“Watch out!” you hear Jeno shout just before a beach ball smacks into your stomach, making you flinch.

“Hey!” you yell at Jeno, who swims over, looking sheepish as he comes to retrieve the ball.

“Sorry,” he says, scratching the back of his head as you sit up.

“Nice bikini, is it new?” he asks curiously, his eyes briefly scanning you.

“Not really, I just don’t wear it that often,” you shrug.

“Looks good,” he says, giving you a quick nod before grabbing the ball and swimming back over to Chenle.

You’re about to lie back down when you catch a glimpse of Haechan and Jaemin arriving with drinks.

Your face lights up and you slide off the float, swimming back to the pool’s edge.

As you climb out of the water, Haechan’s smile freezes when he gets a good look at your bikini.

He quickly shoves his drink into Jaemin’s hands and hurries over to you.

“Heeeeeey,” he says loudly, pulling you into a tight hug, making sure to use his body to shield yours from view.

“Why are you wearing that bikini?” he whispers into your ear.

“Because you love it. And Jeno said it looks good too,” you tease.

“Oh, did he now?” Haechan says, clearly stressed, glancing over his shoulder at Jeno.

“Haechan, we’re at a pool. What else am I supposed to wear?” you ask, laughing.

“You know those gorgeous vintage swimsuits from the 50s? They really show off the curves — super classy,” he says dreamily, but you immediately see through his plan.

“I know them. But I prefer bikinis from this century. And I’m pretty sure you do too,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Are you saying you don’t like the way I look?”

“Of course I do. You look absolutely stunning today,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you blush a little.

“Thanks,” you grin shyly as he cups your face in his hands.

“But you look a little too good,” he murmurs before giving you a quick shove — sending you splashing right back into the pool.

Your once-dry hair now clings to your face, and you come up sputtering, shocked.

“Haechan!” you bark, furious.

He claps his hands and gives you two thumbs up.

“Now you look even better, baby!”

#fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #nct 127 #nct imagines #romance #jaehyun #johnny suh #jung jaehyun #kpop edits #taeyong #haechan #nakamoto yuta #doyoung #mark lee

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blondechariot · 11 days ago

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first of all ur writing is like perfect im OBSESSEDDD tho i was wondering if ur planning on making an masterlist w/ all ur work?

Oh my god you are sooo cute 🥹

And yes I am planning on making a masterlist soon 😌 I just want to write some more so it’s worth it. Your comment really made my day

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blondechariot · 12 days ago

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~WayV reacting to another member cockblocking them on purpose~ (Plus Lucas because I miss him :()

Pairing: readerxWayV

Warnings: jealousy ;)

Kun

“Do you think it’s stiff?” Kun leans over your shoulder to look into the bowl in front of you. You’re standing side by side in the kitchen, baking together. He had called you because he was craving some pancakes, and you’re the only person he trusts in the kitchen. You were in the middle of beating the egg whites, but your hand was getting tired, so you stop and look at the egg mixture suspiciously.

“Hold it over your head, then we’ll find out,” Kun suggests with a grin.

“We could also hold it over your head,” you reply amusedly, continuing to stir. Kun chuckles lightly and glances at you briefly before turning his attention back to the pan he had washed and prepared. You can’t help but smile a little yourself as you focus on your task.

After a while, you finally manage to whip the egg whites stiff and add them, satisfied, to the other ingredients. Kun lends you a hand, stirring the batter until it reaches a creamy consistency. You grab a spoon and dip it into the batter.

“We’re eating raw batter already?” he asks with a smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Raw batter is the best,” you mumble after licking the spoon clean. You dip it back into the batter and then hold it up to Kun’s nose. “Don’t you believe me?”

He eyes the spoon suspiciously, then looks back at you.

“Come on,” you encourage him. He laughs briefly, then leans in and takes the spoon into his mouth. You smile in satisfaction, biting your lip slightly as he looks you in the eyes.

“It’s good,” he confirms, impressed, and you nod.

“Told you,” you say, grabbing another spoonful.

“Okay, slow down. We need to save some,” Kun scolds you playfully, taking the spoon out of your hand.

“Okay, just one more. There’s already batter on it anyway,” you plead with big eyes.

Kun hesitates for a moment but then holds the spoon out to you so you can take it into your mouth. You close your eyes briefly, savoring the taste and licking your lips. Kun watches you with an intense gaze, bracing himself with one hand on the kitchen counter.

When you open your eyes again, you catch his gaze and tilt your head.

“What is it?”

He doesn’t say anything but sets the spoon aside without taking his eyes off you. You part your lips slightly and lay your hand over his, the one resting on the counter. He swallows hard and leans in closer to you. You can already smell his scent and feel his hot breath on your lips when a loud bang startles you both apart.

“You’re baking? Cool,” Lucas calls out, closing the door behind him and joining you in the kitchen.

“What are you guys making?” he asks curiously, squeezing himself between you and Kun to peek into the batter.

“Pancakes,” you say, a little distracted, trying not to show your disappointment. Kun, on the other hand, looks at Lucas like he’s about to kill him.

“Awesome! I love pancakes,” Lucas beams, swiping his finger through the bowl to taste some batter.

“Tastes great. Want to try some?” he asks you, holding his finger with batter up to your nose.

You look at him in surprise while Kun takes a deep breath and clenches his jaw. You hesitate for a moment but then lean forward to eat the batter off Lucas’s finger.

“It’s really good,” you confirm.

Meanwhile, Kun is seething inside, glaring daggers at Lucas, who looks at you with a crooked grin.

“Can we get back to it now?” Kun asks, annoyed, turning away from you both.

“I’ll help you!” Lucas announces proudly, grabbing the bowl.

“Great,” Kun mutters grumpily under his breath.

Ten

You run a hand through your wet hair as you resurface, blinking the water out of your eyes. You look up, enjoying the sun on your damp skin for a moment. It’s an incredibly beautiful day, which is why you and a few friends had decided to drive out to the lake to go swimming with the boys. Kun was the only one who had preferred to stay on land, watching over everyone’s clothes. The rest of the group was in the water, playing water polo or climbing onto a floating platform to jump back into the lake.

You glance around to see where everyone is when a splash of water hits your face. You spin around, startled, and see Ten a few meters away, grinning mischievously.

“Wake up, princess,” he teases cheekily.

You roll your eyes and splash water back at him.

“I was enjoying the peace and quiet,” you reply.

“Sure you were,” he says sarcastically, swimming over to you.

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“Yangyang hit me in the face with the ball. Pretty sure it was on purpose,” he explains, nodding toward the others playing with the ball in the shallow water.

“Oh,” you respond, then glance toward the floating platform, which is currently empty.

“Want to go to the platform?” you ask him, and he smiles and nods.

You both climb onto the small plastic island, where there isn’t much space, so you end up sitting close together.

“I love this lake,” you say contentedly, looking up at the sun.

“It’s really beautiful,” Ten agrees, running a hand through his hair, which had grown long and jet-black because of the comeback.

A loud scream comes from the shore — it’s Lucas, who apparently stepped on something. Ten sighs.

“If only there weren’t other people,” he mutters.

“You belong on a deserted island,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head.

Ten chuckles and pulls a face.

“Maybe not completely alone. That’d be a little boring,” he admits with a shrug.

You nod thoughtfully, then look at him curiously.

“Would you take me with you?”

He turns his head to you, surprised, and grins.

“You and me on a deserted island?”

“Is the thought that terrible?” you ask, pretending to be offended.

“No, not at all,” Ten assures you, making you beam at him.

There had always been a certain tension between you and Ten — you’d hung out a few times, just the two of you, but it had never turned into a proper date. Your heart races faster now, sitting so close to him, watching water droplets trail down his skin. You quickly look back up at his face, blushing slightly, and turn your head back to the sun.

“I think it’s supposed to rain later,” you say thoughtfully, noticing a few clouds on the horizon.

“Nonsense.”

“No, look, the first clouds are coming.”

“Where?”

“There,” you say, pointing toward them.

Ten leans toward you to get a better look, his shoulder brushing against yours, and you feel his body heat. When you turn your head, his face is just inches from yours. You hold your breath for a moment as he looks at you intently. He gently places a hand on your cheek, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. You lean in slightly, resting your hand on his bare shoulder, when suddenly the platform rocks violently and Ten falls into the water. You quickly grab onto the edge to keep from falling in yourself.

Moments later, Hendery climbs onto the platform next to you, laughing loudly.

“Oh, here you are! We’ve been looking for you,” he says.

Meanwhile, Ten resurfaces, glaring furiously at Hendery.

“We’re thinking about renting a pedal boat. Want to come?” Hendery asks you brightly, looking into the batter.

“Sounds cool, I’m in. You too, Ten?” you ask hopefully, looking at Ten in the water. He gives you a soft smile.

“Oh, but the boat only fits four, and with you we’d already be four,” Hendery quickly says, glancing at Ten.

“Sorry,” he adds innocently.

“Then Ten can go instead of me. Perfect!” you say quickly, trying to ease the tension.

You slide off the platform into the water as well.

“I’m going to help Kun with the BBQ,” you call over your shoulder as you swim back toward the shore.

Ten waits until you’re out of earshot before turning to Hendery with a furious look.

Hendery notices and clears his throat.

“Did I interrupt something?”

“You’re a dead man,” Ten growls.

Lucas

“The game is super easy. There are slips of paper on the floor and you form teams of two. Each slip has a body part written on it. You have to clamp the slip between that body part of yourself and your partner. You keep collecting slips without dropping any. The team with the most slips when time’s up wins,” Winwin explains to everyone, placing the last slip on the floor.

You nod thoughtfully, when Lucas gently nudges your side.

“Partner?” he asks quietly, giving you a warm smile. You return it and nod. He blushes slightly, happiness written all over his face.

“Alright, everyone draw a slip,” Yangyang suddenly says, coming toward you with a hat.

“What’s that for?” you ask.

“We’re drawing partners,” he explains, and you and Lucas exchange a disappointed glance.

You both reach into the hat and quickly unfold your slips.

“Six,” you say, looking at him hopefully.

“Six,” he echoes excitedly, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

You line up next to each other, grinning.

“Almost feels like fate,” you tease.

“Maybe it is,” he winks back at you.

You roll your eyes playfully but can’t hide your happy smile.

“Can we start already?” Ten asks the group eagerly.

“Yep,” you and Lucas say in unison just as Kun approaches you.

“Six?” Kun asks, holding out his slip.

You frown slightly.

“Uh, yeah, but—”

“We’re partners. You have nine,” Lucas says quickly.

“No, that’s a six. Show me yours,” Kun says, checking Lucas’s slip.

“You idiot, you have the nine.”

“That’s not a nine, it’s a six,” Lucas protests, calling Yangyang over.

“Is this a six?” he asks urgently.

Yangyang glances at the slip he wrote and shakes his head.

“Nope, that’s a nine.”

Lucas starts to argue but realizes it’s no use. He looks at you with a disappointed expression and then heads over to Xiaojun, who’s waving his slip in the air. You’re disappointed too, but you don’t want to hurt Kun’s feelings, so you smile and nod.

“Let’s start.”

Kun smiles back, satisfied. When the starting signal sounds, you instinctively grab the first slip.

“Nose,” you say, and Kun nods attentively.

You press the slip to the tip of your nose, and Kun steps closer to press the other side of the slip against his nose. For a moment, it feels strange being so close to him, but then you can’t help laughing at the situation, and he joins in.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Lucas watching you, until Xiaojun nudges him.

“Come on, we got hip,” Xiaojun says, holding up their slip.

He tries to turn Lucas so he’s facing the wall, but Lucas shakes his head.

“No, the other way,” he says firmly, determined to keep you and Kun in view.

You and Kun are practically beaming at each other as your noses touch. When you try to grab the next slip, you stumble a little, and Kun steadies you by grabbing your waist. Lucas presses his lips together tightly, feeling his ears turn red.

Winwin

You and Winwin have been standing side by side in the same spot for two hours, talking. It’s Ten’s birthday party, and since Winwin isn’t particularly outgoing, he had preferred to retreat with a beer and just watch the event unfold. Luckily, you felt the same, so you had joined him, and the two of you ended up having a great conversation throughout the evening. You had a lot in common, and Winwin really enjoyed your company.

You’re in the middle of talking about Europe when Ten approaches you.

“We’re going to play a game, and you’re playing too,” he announces to Winwin with a mischievous grin.

“Nah, leave it. We’re in the middle of a conversation,” Winwin says, glancing over at you.

“Then you’ll play too,” Ten says quickly, flashing you a seductive smile.

You look up, surprised, and shrug your shoulders hesitantly.

“Uh, I’m not sure—”

“It’s my birthday, and I command you to do whatever I say!” Ten laughs wickedly, making Winwin roll his eyes.

“Whatever,” Winwin mutters, following Ten over to the sofa area with you. Winwin spots a bottle on the table and groans loudly.

“Spin the bottle? Are we fourteen?”

“Shut up and sit down,” Ten says dryly.

Winwin gives you a pained smile as you sit on the couch and he takes a spot on the floor. Your eyes meet now and then, and you can’t help feeling a little nervous. You had only met him tonight, but you already really liked him — and you intended to use the alcohol in your system to overcome your shyness for at least one evening.

“Let’s go!” Ten calls out enthusiastically and spins the bottle.

Both you and Winwin watch the bottle intently as it spins — and it starts slowing down right in front of you.

“We have our first victim,” Ten says with a grin and spins the bottle again.

Winwin shifts a little, sitting up straighter, and your heart skips a beat as the bottle starts to slow down again. You know how spin-the-bottle works, and you can’t shake the feeling that this spin might decide the fate of your evening. It keeps slowing — and points towards Winwin.

He can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips as he looks at you. You bite your lip and clench your hands into fists. It really looks like the bottle is going to stop on him — and you’re already smiling — when Ten accidentally bumps the table with his knee, giving the bottle a tiny nudge.

When it finally stops, the bottle is pointing at Ten.

He sharply inhales.

“I’ll take that as a birthday present,” he smirks.

Everyone else bursts into laughter, but Winwin’s expression freezes over. You’re not exactly thrilled either, but you put on a brave face.

“Is that okay?” Ten asks you kindly.

You nod quickly and clear your throat.

“It is your birthday, after all,” you say.

The others cheer and egg you on as you get up and lean over the table. Ten beams at you from ear to ear. Winwin sullenly takes a sip of his beer and pointedly looks away.

Ten places a hand on the back of your neck and kisses you deeply. You taste the alcohol on his lips and grab his shoulder to keep from falling over the table. When you pull apart, you’re blushing slightly, and Ten sits back down with a triumphant grin, exchanging a high-five with Lucas.

Winwin shoots him a murderous look, his mood hitting rock bottom. When he lifts his head again, you smile encouragingly at him and pull a silly face in Ten’s direction. Winwin gives you a small smile back, but the lump in his chest remains.

Xiaojun

“So, Yangyang’s not coming,” Xiaojun says after the call, turning to you. You’ve been waiting for him for half an hour already, bought the movie tickets, and grabbed some snacks.

“Oh,” you say shortly, then shrug.

“Well, whatever.”

Xiaojun smiles and nods toward the stairs.

“Shall we head in?”

“Definitely, I’m starving,” you laugh as you head up the stairs toward the theater.

“I think this is the first time we’re hanging out just the two of us,” Xiaojun notes as you walk up, and you look at him in surprise.

“You’re right, there’s usually always someone else with us.”

You hand your tickets to the usher, who gives you a sly smile.

“Have fun, you two,” he says.

You and Xiaojun exchange a quick look and laugh before entering the theater and finding your seats. You had already returned Yangyang’s ticket at the counter, so now you’re sitting next to each other.

As Xiaojun takes off his jacket, you notice his broad shoulders and frown teasingly.

“Is SM locking you guys up in the gym or something?”

He laughs at your comment and sits down again.

“More like Lucas. When he finds a new workout program, he won’t leave us alone,” he chuckles.

You giggle and get comfortable in your seat.

“What movie are we even watching?” you ask, amused.

“No idea, wait, let me check the ticket,” he laughs quietly and pulls it out of his pocket.

“James Bond.”

“Right, Yangyang picked it,” you remark.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a James Bond movie,” Xiaojun says skeptically.

“Seriously? That’s a crime,” you say, throwing a piece of popcorn at him.

“Hey!” he protests with a grin but eats the popcorn anyway.

“Not really my thing,” he shrugs.

“What kind of movies do you like then?”

“Depends, but I’m more into sci-fi or something more realistic,” he explains.

“Are you into Marvel?”

“Of course! I went to every premiere,” he says proudly.

You nod, impressed.

“I’m excited for the new movies,” you say, looking toward the screen.

“Would you take me to a premiere?” you suddenly ask, surprised by your own boldness.

He looks at you in surprise but nods.

“Sure, I’d love to.”

You smile at him happily, then frown in mock confusion.

“Did we just make a date?”

“Looks like it…” he says thoughtfully, watching you like he’s afraid you might change your mind.

“Cool,” you say instead, giving him a genuine smile.

“I think so too,” he agrees, smiling back at you — and for a moment, you just look into each other’s eyes.

“Hey,” Yangyang suddenly appears in front of you, grinning widely.

“Yangyang?” you ask, surprised and a little annoyed.

“Yeah, I made it after all and got my ticket back,” he announces proudly, looking between you two.

“Can you scoot one seat to the left?” he asks Xiaojun with a tilted head.

“Why? There’s still room here,” Xiaojun says, confused.

“I don’t like sitting next to strangers,” Yangyang explains, already pulling off his jacket.

Xiaojun looks at him in annoyance but grabs his jacket and shifts one seat over, allowing Yangyang to sit between you.

“Hi,” Yangyang grins at you.

“Hey,” you reply dryly, trying to hide your disappointment.

“Oh cool, you guys got popcorn!” Yangyang says happily and casually grabs a handful from the bucket on Xiaojun’s lap.

Hendery

“Target locked and… fire!”

There’s a loud bang as the small bullet ricochets off the metal. Hendery sighs in frustration and straightens up.

You’re standing behind him, chewing on your bottom lip, feeling absolutely awful. You were at a fair with the others when you spotted a super cuddly XXL teddy bear at the shooting booth.

“Oh my God, that’s so cute,” was all you had said before Hendery made it his personal mission to win the bear for you.

You found the gesture incredibly sweet, but after three failed attempts, the guilt was creeping up on you.

“Last shot,” the booth owner announces, drumming his fingers on the counter impatiently.

Hendery takes a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and raises the gun again. He bites his tongue and squints one eye shut before pulling the trigger. This time, he hits the target dead on and lets out a loud cheer.

“Hit!”

You clap briefly, but the booth owner sighs in annoyance.

“Kid, you hit 12 out of 50 shots,” he says dryly.

“You need 25 for the bear,” he adds.

Hendery’s excitement dims and he frowns in thought.

“Wait,” he says, digging into his wallet.

“Okay, Hendery,” you say quickly, putting a hand on his arm, “I think it’s really sweet that you want to win the bear for me, but I can’t let you spend your money on this.”

“Please, I’m just warming up. I happen to be very determined. When I promise someone something, I keep it — and I promised you this bear,” he says with determination. But you can hardly bear to watch.

“I want another round. 25 more shots,” he says to the booth owner, who groans and rolls his eyes.

“Hendery, seriously, you should really stop,” you advise.

“I got this,” he says brightly, though you give him an uncertain smile in return.

“Congrats, buddy, bullseye!” you suddenly hear from the other side of the booth.

You both turn your heads and spot Xiaojun triumphantly standing with a rifle in hand, grinning broadly.

“Since when is he even here?” Hendery asks, irritated, watching Xiaojun as he’s handed one of the giant teddy bears.

“Hey guys!” Xiaojun calls out happily, waving at you as he approaches with his prize in tow.

“How many tries did you need?” Hendery asks sarcastically.

“One,” Xiaojun says with a shrug.

“Wow, are you secretly a sniper?” you ask, impressed.

Hendery glares at him, narrowing his eyes to slits.

“You don’t even play that many shooting games,” he mutters.

“Probably just luck. But hey — I think this bear is for you,” Xiaojun says, handing the bear over to you.

Your eyes go wide, and you stare at him in disbelief.

“For me?!”

“You liked it so much, I overheard,” Xiaojun says shyly, smiling sweetly and tilting his head.

“Omg, Junnie, that’s so sweet of you,” you say, hugging the bear tightly.

“It’s nothing,” Xiaojun replies with his cutest smile, while Hendery looks like he might gag, shaking his head slightly.

“Hey, how about we go on the roller coaster? I really want to ride the swing ride,” you suggest excitedly, looking at them both.

Hendery hesitates. The swing ride was about 25 meters high, and his fear of heights wasn’t going to make it easy — a fact Xiaojun was fully aware of.

“Maybe something a little smaller, or Hendery’s going to pass out,” Xiaojun says teasingly.

“That’s not true!” Hendery protests.

“Shit, you’re scared of heights. Sorry, I forgot,” you quickly apologize to Hendery.

“But I’ll go with you,” Xiaojun says immediately, and Hendery looks ready to strangle him.

“It’s fine, we can ride something else,” you wave it off with a smile at Hendery.

But when Hendery sees the disappointment in your eyes, he sighs and shrugs.

“No, it’s fine, uh… you guys go ahead.”

“Cool of you, hyung,” Xiaojun says, surprised. He takes the bear from your hands and shoves it into Hendery’s arms.

“Would be great if you could hold this,” he says curtly, then grabs your hand and pulls you toward the ride.

Hendery watches you beaming and then looks down at the bear in his arms.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” he mutters.

Yangyang

You laugh again, and Yangyang turns his head with a smile to look at you. You’re sitting next to each other on the couch, watching a movie. Yangyang had invited you over since he had been crushing on you for a while now. The movie was almost over, and so far, the only thing he had dared to do was lean slightly against your shoulder or “accidentally” touch your hand when you both reached for the chips at the same time.

He nervously glances back and forth between you and the screen as you tuck your hair behind your ear and tilt your head, watching the final scenes. He, on the other hand, doesn’t catch anything of the ending — too busy trying to figure out what he could do to show you that he liked you. His hands are already sweating slightly by the time the end credits roll and you straighten up.

“That was a good one,” you say, turning to him.

“Yeah, I thought so too,” he grins sheepishly, and you glance at your watch.

“I hope I can still catch my train,” you mumble, tying your hair into a ponytail.

“I can walk you to the station if you want,” Yangyang offers quickly. You look at him, surprised, then smile.

“Sure, that’d be great.”

He smiles back, and you both get up from the couch.

“We should do this again sometime,” you suggest as you start cleaning up the drinks and chips.

“Definitely,” he says, clearly excited, and his cheeks turn slightly red.

“I’ve actually never seen a Star Wars movie,” you say with a shrug.

He looks at you, shocked.

“What?!”

“Just never got around to it.”

“Okay, that’s a huge gap in your education that we definitely need to fix,” he says determinedly as he fluffs up the couch cushions.

You laugh.

“I’m guessing you’re a fan,” you conclude.

“Every normal person is a Star Wars fan. I’m starting to worry about you,” he teases.

You gasp dramatically and playfully punch his side. He rubs the spot and grins to himself, deciding now was the moment to finally say something.

You’re turned away from him, digging around in your bag.

He says your name, and you turn around.

“Yeah?”

Before he can say anything more, Winwin suddenly walks into the living room, nodding at you both.

“Is the movie over?”

“Yeah,” Yangyang says flatly, and you nod along.

“Was it good?”

“Yeah, way better than I expected,” you reply.

Winwin gives you a friendly smile and then notices your embroidered denim jacket.

“Cool jacket,” he says, taking one of the sleeves between his fingers.

“Thanks, made it myself,” you tell him.

“Really? Looks awesome,” he says kindly.

You thank him, and Yangyang clears his throat pointedly.

“Weren’t you heading to the studio?” Yangyang asks dryly.

“Yeah, just got the car,” Winwin confirms.

“Then we’ll get going. I’m taking her to the station,” Yangyang says quickly.

“Which train are you taking?” Winwin asks you.

“Heading toward the city center. I should hurry,” you admit shyly, glancing at Yangyang.

“Then we should leave now,” Yangyang says, already steering you toward the door.

“Hey, if you’re heading downtown, I can give you a ride,” Winwin suddenly offers, and you look at him, surprised.

“Really?”

“You’re not supposed to give strangers rides,” Yangyang says skeptically, clearly not liking the idea.

“They won’t know — and your train’s probably gone by now anyway,” Winwin counters easily.

You glance uncertainly between Yangyang and your watch.

“Honestly, it’d be really great if you could. The next train won’t be here for like half an hour,” you admit awkwardly.

“Let’s go then,” Winwin says, jingling his car keys.

“Oh, Yangyang? Louis still needs his medicine,” he adds casually to Yangyang.

Yangyang clenches his jaw, takes a deep breath, and forces himself to stay cool.

“We’ll text, right? You still have to show me Star Wars,” you say to him warmly, smiling.

“Yeah… we’ll text,” he says quietly, giving you a small, slightly sad smile.

You quickly hug him before following Winwin into the hallway.

“Hey, want to grab a coffee on the way?” Yangyang hears Winwin ask you — and takes a mental note to smother him in his sleep tonight.

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blondechariot · 12 days ago

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~Broken Hearts and Loud Rooms Part 2~

Part 1 down here:

https://www.tumblr.com/blondechariot/780621662923227136/broken-hearts-and-loud-rooms

Part 3 is up now!

https://www.tumblr.com/blondechariot/781261975239983104/broken-hearts-and-loud-rooms-part-3

pairing: Reader x Jaehyun

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, jaehyun being a lil shit

“Would you rather have dinner or grab a coffee?”

“I like both, you decide.”

“Have I mentioned that I’m terrible at making decisions?”

You smile to yourself as you look at your chat history. You had been in contact with a guy for about a week now. His name was Kim Mingyu, and you had met him at a café when your bag fell off the table and he helped you pick everything up. At first, he asked for your Instagram. After some meaningless small talk there, he asked for your number. Since then, there hadn’t been a single day without you two talking. Now, you had decided to meet up properly, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach. He wasn’t just insanely handsome and strong but also charming and funny.

Since breaking up with your ex, you had slowly but surely been getting back on your feet. You spent a lot of time sorting out his stuff, tearing up photos, and locking away every memory in a small chest in your mind. Your roommate Jaehyun had been a big help. After your argument at his party and your reconciliation afterward, he had really tried hard not to be an “insensitive jerk” anymore. He went with you to donate your ex’s clothes and even suggested burning the photos in a dramatic bonfire. You were grateful for his help — doing it alone would have taken you much longer to find yourself again.

You’re just about to type a reply when there’s a knock at your door. It’s Jaehyun poking his head into your room.

“You ready?” he asks with a smile.

“Yep,” you say, quickly sending your message before getting up.

The semester break was almost over, and it had become a tradition for you and your roommates to go see a bad movie and hit a bar afterward. You were already dressed and ready when Mingyu texted you, so you didn’t need any extra time.

You guys chose a terrible comedy that’s currently showing, and you’re sitting between Jaehyun and Mark with the big popcorn bucket on your lap. When Jaehyun reaches for the popcorn, the bucket wobbles, and a few pieces fall into your cleavage. You shoot him an annoyed look and start fishing out the popcorn with your free hand. When you look up, Jaehyun is grinning at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Need help?”

“Shut up,” you growl at him and pop the popcorn into your mouth.

“Maybe it was a dumb idea to wear that top to the movies,” he whispers.

“Why?” you ask, confused.

“This is why,” he says and tosses another piece of popcorn into your cleavage.

In response, you kick his shin and he yelps. The row behind you shushes you both and you blush slightly.

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss at him while he rubs his shin.

“I could help you get it out,” he suggests playfully.

You look at him, shocked, and when he mimics your expression, you can’t help but laugh.

This time it’s Mark who glares at you both.

“Could you please finally shut up?” he asks.

You both chuckle quietly but behave after that.

⸻

“Never again,” Johnny says as you walk down the street after the movie.

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Mark protests confidently.

“Are you serious? That was a complete waste of money,” Johnny grumbles.

You’re walking a bit behind them, once again distracted by your phone.

“We had coffee last time, so this time let’s do dinner,” was your last message to Mingyu, and he had responded with a thumbs-up emoji.

You’re busy overthinking what to reply when Johnny calls your name.

“It’s kinda rude to be on your phone while hanging out with friends,” he scolds.

“This has been going on for a week now, every day. She’s barely reachable anymore,” Mark adds, rolling his eyes.

“Is that so?” Johnny asks amused and leans toward you to peek at your phone.

“Smells like a guy,” he teases.

You turn your phone away from him, forgetting that Jaehyun is on the other side. One glance is enough for him to see your chat with Mingyu.

“Is that Kim Mingyu?” he asks, surprised.

You groan in annoyance.

“That’s none of your business,” you snap.

“Oh my god, it is a guy!” Johnny laughs.

“We’re meeting for dinner soon,” you say proudly, if a bit defiant.

Mark frowns.

“Didn’t you just break up?”

“First of all, it’s been almost four weeks and—”

“Second, it’s the perfect way to get over someone,” Johnny cuts in, looking proud.

“I’m very proud of you.”

You laugh but shake your head.

“We’re taking it slow,” you shrug.

Next to you, Jaehyun rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

You notice and give him a questioning look.

“Got a problem?”

“No, why would I?” he asks with a confused smile.

The others are eyeing him just as suspiciously. He rolls his eyes again.

“I know Mingyu… not a big fan,” he finally admits.

“Him of you or you of him?” Mark asks amused.

“How do you know him?” you ask, surprised.

“Mainly from clubs. He’s a friend of a friend and was there a few times when we partied. He thinks he’s super funny.”

“But I think he’s really funny,” you say with wide eyes.

“Great, then we just have a different sense of humor,” Jaehyun says dryly.

You pull a face but ignore his comment.

“I like him anyway,” you say firmly.

Jaehyun just gives a knowing smile that annoys you.

“What do you know anyway?” you mutter.

“Considering all the people you dragged home, I’m not sure you’re in any position to judge my taste,” you snap.

“Oh, taste? I thought you’ve only known each other for a week,” Jaehyun says provocatively.

Johnny and Mark exchange a knowing look — it wasn’t unusual for you and Jaehyun to clash.

You laugh bitterly.

“Still longer than you know the girls that keep me up all night.”

“You’re just making stuff up,” he says.

“Do you know what it’s like trying to sleep and all you hear is, ‘Oh yes, Jaehyun, just like that! Don’t stop!’?” you mock loudly without realizing how loud you’re being.

Mark blushes and looks around nervously.

“All I hear is that I’m amazing in bed,” Jaehyun says proudly.

“You’re disgusting. At least I’m taking my time getting to know Mingyu first.”

“Happy for you. Maybe this time you’ll meet someone you don’t have to fake it with,” Jaehyun says with a wink.

You gasp, outraged, and stop abruptly.

“I—I’ve never had to fake it!” you stammer.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he says casually, not even slowing down.

“You little—” you start, but Johnny holds you back.

“I say we find a bar… and put at least three chairs between you two,” he suggests, putting an arm around your shoulders.

⸻

It’s 4 AM when you finally return to your apartment. You’re all pretty drunk, and even though you and Jaehyun fought, it had still been a fun night. You first hit a Soju bar, then went to a karaoke place where Mark and Johnny had an epic rap battle. You laughed so hard you nearly fell off the bench next to Jaehyun. He had been drunk too, and at some point, he stretched out his hand to you.

“Are we friends again?”

You looked at him skeptically, then took his hand.

“Fine.”

He had put an arm around you and pulled you close.

After a few more drinks and Mark nearly getting into a fight, you all made your way home.

“I feel like I’m gonna puke,” Johnny mumbles as he kicks off his shoes in the hallway.

Mark stumbles into the kitchen with his shoes still on and opens the fridge.

“I should eat something,” he slurs.

“Please don’t mention food,” you groan.

“Water then,” Jaehyun says, taking off his jacket.

“I’m gonna collapse,” Johnny sighs, undoing his belt.

“Whoa, get to your room,” you quickly say, covering your eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Johnny says but shuffles off to his room.

Mark still stands by the fridge, staring at the light before abruptly slamming the door shut.

“I think I’m gonna—” he starts but clamps a hand over his mouth and sprints for the bathroom.

“Gross,” you say and lean on the living room cabinet.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun has flopped onto the couch, head tilted back.

“We should go to bed too,” you say, struggling to stay upright.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Jaehyun mumbles, eyes already closed.

“No, you have to go to your bed,” you insist, remembering how badly he complained about back pain after sleeping on the couch before.

“Come on,” you say and offer him your hand.

“I’ll take you to bed,” you add.

He opens his eyes, giving you a pained look.

“I’m the guy here. If anything, I should take you to bed.”

“Whatever, just get up,” you mutter.

He sighs and takes your hand, staggering into you.

“Sorry,” he says softly, his hands resting on your hips.

“It’s fine,” you wave it off and lead him to your room.

When you push open your door, you feel like collapsing straight into your bed.

Jaehyun says he’ll grab water for both of you and leaves.

You quickly change into your sleep shorts and a loose t-shirt, flopping onto your bed as everything spins around you.

“Here,” Jaehyun says, returning with a glass of water.

He sits on the bed, handing you the glass.

“Thanks,” you sigh and take a sip before handing it back.

“Good call,” he nods and starts unbuttoning his black shirt, revealing his skin.

“Fuck, I’m so dizzy,” he groans.

“Same,” you whimper.

Before you can react, he collapses next to you.

“Sorry,” he mutters, frowning.

“I just… need to rest for a second.”

You just nod, exhaling loudly.

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?” he complains.

“Because I mostly sleep alone,” you mumble into your pillow, turning onto your stomach.

He laughs softly and rests an arm above his head, his other hand undoing the rest of his shirt to reveal his toned torso.

If you were sober, you’d be mortified — but now you just watch him, dazed.

“Has anyone ever told you you look like an Abercrombie model?” you blurt out.

“No, because no one wears Abercrombie anymore,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes.

“Sometimes I really can’t stand you,” you grumble.

He chuckles, turning his head to look at you.

“You’re lying.”

“No,” you pout, opening one eye.

He smiles blissfully, eyes glassy.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you say and cover his face with your hand.

“Hey,” he says and grabs your hand, removing it from his face.

For a moment, he holds your wrist, then intertwines his fingers with yours.

Surprisingly, you don’t pull away but gently brush your thumb over his hand.

“We’re really drunk,” you whisper, although you feel clearer than ever.

He nods silently.

“Yeah, we are.”

You feel the warmth radiating off him, and your heart races.

You accidentally brush your foot against his leg.

“Sorry,” you mumble, blushing slightly.

He just smiles tiredly.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, looking into your eyes.

You sigh, feeling the sleepiness overwhelm you.

Slowly, your eyes close, and Jaehyun also gives in to exhaustion.

Your hands, still intertwined, fall onto the mattress between you.

You’re awakened the next day by a pounding headache and a stiff neck. Your hand twitches slightly, feeling the soft blanket beneath your fingers. You frown a little and cautiously open your eyes. Sunlight streams through your curtains and onto your pillow. The bright light hurts your eyes, and you slowly sit up.

As you turn your head, you realize you’re alone in your bed.

You remember last night — how Jaehyun had fallen asleep next to you.

You couldn’t have dreamed that.

You sit there for a moment, confused, your heart beating faster. Had he gotten up earlier? You glance around your room, but there’s no sign of him. You clutch the blanket a little tighter and shake your head slightly, trying to clear your thoughts. Maybe it really wasn’t a big deal — you had just been drunk.

Still, the feeling of his hand holding yours lingers on your skin. The way he had looked at you, the way his fingers had intertwined with yours — it had all felt so real. Too real to just brush it off as alcohol-induced nonsense.

You run a hand through your hair and groan quietly.

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blondechariot · 13 days ago

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NCT127 reaction to you telling them you’re a virgin

Pairing: NCT127 x reader

Warnings: light smut, make out, some fluff

Taeyong

It’s a boring Sunday afternoon, and for once, Taeyong has the day off. You two decided you would only leave the bed for food and bathroom breaks. It had been his idea, and you immediately agreed since you both hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately. You and Taeyong haven’t been together for long — just a month, to be exact. That made it even more special for you to have him all to yourself for an entire day and hide away at home.

So it happens that at 4 PM, you’re still lying in bed. His head rests in your lap as he scrolls through his phone while you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair. Eventually, he closes his eyes and sighs,

“This is nice. Maybe you should apply to work at SM as staff so I can take you on tour with me,” he suggests with a smile.

You giggle. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He absentmindedly nods. “I’d love it. I’d have you around every day,” he murmurs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“And at night, when everyone’s asleep, I’ll sneak into your room.”

You smile briefly but then grow thoughtful.

“And what would we do in my room?” you ask.

He opens one eye and tilts his head slightly.

“Well, this. You’d run your fingers through my hair.”

“Oh, so that’s why you want me to come along? To be your personal masseur?” you laugh mockingly, making him grin widely.

“I’d make sure to return the favor,” he promises, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You tilt your head slightly, watching him as he intertwines his fingers with yours and squeezes them gently. Your relationship was amazing in every way — except for one thing. Taeyong had never mentioned it, but you were aware of the way he looked at you when you changed after a shower or lay by the pool in a bikini. You noticed his glances but always pretended not to. He never brought it up or tried to go further than kissing or making out on the couch. You were grateful for that, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that a conversation about it was coming soon.

It’s not that you didn’t want to — Taeyong looked incredible, and there were moments you could barely hold yourself back from jumping him. It was more the fact that you had no experience at all that made you hesitant.

“A penny for your thoughts,” Taeyong says, pulling you out of your daze, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckle softly and run your fingers through your hair.

“What’s wrong?” he asks curiously, turning his head toward you.

You chew on your lower lip, searching for the right words.

“I-I know it might seem like I’m making you wait on purpose, but I’m not,” you suddenly say, making him frown slightly

“What do you mean?”

“Tae… I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything… that’s not why we haven’t gone further yet,” you explain.

He sits up, looking at you confused.

“What is this? Are you trying to justify yourself?” he asks with a small smile.

“It’s more like… I just want to explain so you don’t think badly of me,” you confess, feeling guilty.

He laughs and kisses you gently.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” he assures you.

“But—”

“Listen, you’re the hottest woman in the entire world to me, but that’s not why I’m with you. I don’t care when we take the next step — I just don’t want you to feel pressured into anything,” he says, placing his hand on your cheek.

You chew on your lip again and clear your throat before looking into his eyes.

“I, um… I’m still a virgin,” you say quietly.

He looks at you for a moment and then chuckles.

“So what?”

“That means I really have zero experience… What if I’m terrible?” you ask, insecure.

He sighs briefly and kisses you again.

“I doubt that. You drive me crazy just by tossing your hair back. I’m more worried about being terrible myself,” he laughs.

You roll your eyes and playfully nudge him.

“Idiot.”

“The fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t change anything for me — if anything, honestly, it’s kinda sexy,” he admits, grinning.

You laugh and kiss him tenderly.

“We’ll figure it out — but only when you’re really ready, okay?” he asks seriously, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Okay,” you confirm with a big smile.

Doyoung

It’s your fourth date. The first three were spent at the movies, going for a walk, and visiting a museum followed by coffee. At the end of your second date, you had gathered your courage and kissed him for the first time. Since then, not a minute had gone by without the two of you texting, calling, or sending each other funny videos and pictures.

Tonight, however, he had invited you over to his place — the first time you’d ever been to his apartment. He cooked for you and had clearly put in a lot of effort. You hadn’t missed how his hand trembled slightly when he poured you some more wine or helped you take off your coat. By now, though, he had relaxed, and the two of you had been laughing, chatting about everything and nothing, and joking around.

It was getting late as you both started clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.

“You have surprisingly few plates,” you remarked as you peeked into one of his cabinets.

“I know. A lot of them didn’t survive,” he snorted in mock frustration while rinsing the frying pan.

You closed the cabinet door and watched him for a moment. He was standing with his back to you at the sink, and you observed the way his shoulders moved. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his muscles flexed now and then as he handled the heavy pan. He looked incredibly good, and you felt a sudden urge to touch him.

You walked over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He looked at you surprised, then smiled broadly.

“What was that for?”

“As a thank you—for the meal,” you replied with a smile of your own.

He set the pan down and dried his hands with a towel before turning to face you.

“Then I guess I should cook more often,” he said and took your hand.

“I can bring a plate each time, so eventually you’ll have enough,” you suggested, making him roll his eyes with a grin.

“If that means you’ll come over more often, I’m all for it,” he said softly, raising one corner of his mouth before gently placing a finger under your chin so you’d look at him.

You smiled faintly and leaned up to press your lips against his. He leaned in, placing his hands on your hips while yours cupped his face. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, and you sighed quietly. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck while the other settled on your waist, pulling you closer.

You hesitantly pulled back and gave him a quick smile.

“M-Maybe we could sit on the couch? It’s more comfortable,” you suggested quietly.

He grinned and nodded before taking your hand and leading you to the couch. But you turned him around so you could sit down first, pulling him down with you. He looked at you intently before connecting your lips again and settling between your legs. You ran your fingers through his hair as he began kissing your neck, his hands exploring your body.

You closed your eyes, trying to relax, but when his hand moved between your legs and started sliding up your thigh, your body tensed up. You placed your hand over his.

“Everything okay?” he asked, lifting his head with concern.

You bit your lip and sighed.

“Sorry,” you murmured, frustrated by your own reaction.

“Did I do something wrong? Am I going too fast?”

“No, no, not at all,” you quickly said, brushing your hand along his cheek.

Still, he looked unsure, and you cleared your throat, straightening up a little so you could meet his gaze.

“I, um… I’ve just never done this before,” you admitted shyly.

“Sex?” he asked, surprised.

You nodded slowly, looking at him nervously.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, clearly surprised.

“It just never came up… is that bad?”

“Of course not,” he said quickly with a small smile, giving you a short kiss.

“But if I’d known, I don’t know… I probably would’ve approached things differently,” he admitted, a little awkward.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t even know why I just blurted it out,” you murmured quietly.

He gave you a soft smile and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m glad you told me,” he said warmly. “And I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, ever. Promise.”

You laughed quietly and nodded.

“I know,” you said, and kissed him.

You looked at each other for a moment before you cleared your throat.

“I should probably go now.”

“Or… you could stay,” he suggested. “We could watch a movie, talk, I’ve even got coffee.”

You smiled widely and nodded.

“That sounds perfect.”

Jaehyun

Well, so much for the picnic,”

Jaehyun sighed after closing the car door, while the rain pounded heavily against the outside. You had planned a beautiful picnic by the lake, everything was perfectly prepared — but the weather had other plans. It had started off nicely: you managed to lay out the blanket and sit down, but just as you began eating, the sky darkened and the first shower came down. You barely made it back to the car with your things.

Your hair and clothes were soaked, and the car seats immediately absorbed the rainwater.

“Damn it,” Jaehyun muttered under his breath, staring out the window.

You pushed your wet hair back and shrugged.

“Oh well,” you said, laughing, and reached for the basket of food.

“Guess it’s going to be a car picnic instead,” you suggested, handing him a sandwich.

He looked skeptically at your hand for a moment before laughing and shrugging as well.

“Fine by me,” he chuckled and took the sandwich from you.

A little while later, you had your legs draped across his lap, and you had already eaten most of the food. Absentmindedly, his hand started to trace lazy patterns along your legs. His gaze rested on you, and when you looked up, your eyes met his. He gave you a wide smile.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have mayonnaise on my face?” you asked, starting to wipe your face frantically.

“Now that you mention it…” he said, pulling your legs further over his lap, bringing your upper body closer to him.

You startled a little but laughed as he looked at you proudly.

“What are you doing?”

“You really do have some mayonnaise,” he teased, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

He paused, studying you for a second, before saying, “Hmm, nope, there’s still something left,” and kissed you again — this time fully on the lips, gently stroking your cheek. You kissed him back but then pulled away.

“Don’t do that,” you whined playfully, giving him a little shove in the side.

He laughed and tilted his head.

“What’s wrong? Does it make you nervous?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, but it ruins the mood,” you said, laughing but trying to stay serious.

He gasped in mock offense and frowned.

“Wow, how am I ruining the mood?”

“We were having such a nice picnic in the car,” you grinned.

“Exactly. It’s raining outside, we’ve got food, and I’m stuck in a small space with a beautiful woman,” he said dramatically.

“All that’s missing is some music and candles to make it properly romantic,” you added sarcastically.

He sat up a little straighter.

“I don’t have candles, but I do have music,” he said proudly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening Spotify.

He played a chill playlist and set the phone down on the driver’s seat. Then he relaxed back so that your legs rested fully across his lap, making it easy for him to lean over you.

“Just so you know, I think this is very romantic,” he informed you, bumping his nose against yours.

You smiled softly and traced his lips with your fingertips before kissing him tenderly. His hand slid up your thigh and you took a deep breath, looking into his eyes nervously. He smiled warmly at you, and for a moment, your nervousness faded — until he leaned down to nibble gently at your earlobe and trailed kisses along your neck.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, threading a hand into his hair.

“Mhm?” he hummed against your skin, continuing his kisses.

“I’m still a virgin,” you confessed, feeling him freeze mid-movement.

He lifted his head and looked at you, surprised.

“Really?”

You nodded quickly, feeling nervous under his gaze. His silence made your heart race.

“We don’t have to continue, you know? We can stop,” he offered gently, stroking your stomach.

“But you want to keep going,” you said skeptically.

He let out a small laugh.

“Of course I’d love to keep going, but I would never force you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You sat up and played with a strand of his hair.

“That’s not it. I do want to keep going… I just thought you should know,” you murmured shyly.

He looked at you in surprise.

“So you want to… you know.”

You giggled and nodded.

“Yes, Jaehyun. I want you to be my first.”

His cheeks flushed red, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“I, uh, feel honored.”

“Aww, am I making you nervous now?” you teased, quoting him from earlier and giving him a cheeky grin.

He rolled his eyes.

“I just want it to be special for you,” he pouted.

“I’m ready, okay? I trust you, and I’m 100% sure I want this,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.

“Are you really sure?” he asked one last time.

“Really sure,” you confirmed, smiling brightly.

He grinned widely and gently pushed you back down onto the seat, positioning himself over you.

Mark

You’re sitting next to each other on the couch. You’re watching a movie while Mark is on his phone. Over the course of a year, the two of you had become very close friends — you could talk about anything. Mark knew everything about your love life, and you knew everything about his.

He also knew that you had recently been dumped by your boyfriend and that he was the only guy you could currently stand to be around. It already helped just having him sitting next to you on the couch, even if he was just scrolling through his phone. You always enjoyed his presence, even during the quiet moments when you weren’t talking or goofing around.

You sat on your side of the couch, chewing on a pretzel stick, your eyes on the TV — though your mind kept wandering.

You hadn’t gotten very far physically with your ex; you never had sex, which would have been your first time. You had been excited because sex was something that sparked your curiosity, something you really wanted to experience. All the more angry you were when your ex ended up sleeping with a coworker.

Since then, a frustration had been building inside you, one you couldn’t even put into words.

You had reached a point where you just wanted to get it over with — for the experience. But not with just anyone. You wanted it to be someone you trusted, someone you liked, and who knew you well.

Your gaze stopped on your friend Mark, who was resting his head on one hand while scrolling through TikTok.

“Mark,” you said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm?” he replied, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes on his screen.

“Would you sleep with me?” you asked boldly.

He glanced at you, let out a short laugh, and shook his head before turning back to his phone.

When you stayed silent and kept looking at him, he froze and furrowed his brow.

“Wait, what?” he asked, blinking in confusion.

“You think I’m attractive, right?” you pressed on.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw you checking out my boobs when I bent over,” you said casually.

“Okay, hey, I — uh — what is happening right now?” he stammered, finally putting his phone aside.

You sighed and turned off the TV.

“You know I’m still a virgin… and honestly, I’m so over it. I want to finally have sex, but I don’t feel like starting a whole new relationship just for that.”

“Then download Tinder or something,” he muttered.

“I want to do it with someone I trust. Someone who knows me and actually likes me. I’ve had so many bad experiences with guys that I don’t want to leave my first time up to chance,” you explained.

Mark stared at you for a moment before pulling a skeptical face.

“This is a test, right?”

“Mark,” you said, rolling your eyes in frustration.

“Do I need to show you my boobs to prove I’m serious? Because I’ll do it,” you threatened, tugging at your T-shirt.

“No!” he yelped, quickly pushing your shirt back down.

“I-I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. You want to have your first time with me? But you have other guy friends too.”

“I don’t trust any of them like I trust you. Plus, you’re cute,” you teased with a grin.

He blushed slightly and cleared his throat awkwardly.

“So… what do you say?” you tried again, nudging him gently in the side.

He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully and took a deep breath, glancing around.

“So what then… here and now? Or how do you imagine this?” he asked.

“I don’t know. You’re the more experienced one,” you shrugged.

He chuckled at your honesty and smiled briefly. Then he stood up and reached for your hand.

“Just because I’m more experienced doesn’t mean I’m good at it. But maybe we should at least move to the bedroom,” he suggested.

You smiled too, but then he looked at you seriously.

“I just need to know this is really what you want,” he said, squeezing your hand firmly.

“I want this. I really do,” you confirmed, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He looked surprised and froze for a second, then shook himself out of it and nodded.

“All right.”

Johnny

You barely made it into the hallway before Johnny slammed the door shut behind him and pressed you up against the wall. You kissed him feverishly, your hands running through his hair, while his clung tightly to your waist, tracing your skin and giving you playful squeezes.

You had met at Mark’s party, had a few too many drinks, and after an hour of intense conversation, decided to leave and get to know each other better.

“I have no idea where I’m going,” he mumbled against your lips with a grin, and you realized that you were at your place — he didn’t know the layout.

You giggled softly before grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind you.

In your bedroom, you started taking off your jacket, but he beat you to it, practically yanking it off.

You stumbled a little and laughed, but he quickly caught you, laughing along before taking off his blazer as well.

You let yourself fall backward onto the bed, and he followed without hesitation, pinning your hands above your head and pressing hot kisses against your neck.

You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to free your hands from his grip — but he was too strong.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted against your skin before kissing you deeply again.

You smiled briefly and arched your chest up so he could reach the zipper of your dress.

When he pulled the top half down, he sat back for a second, shaped his fingers like a camera, and said,

“Mental picture.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, pulling him back down toward you.

But he pulled away again, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. When you finally felt his skin against yours, heat flooded through your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He ground his hips against your pelvis, and you bit your lip to stifle a sound.

Satisfied, he grinned and let his hand rest against your neck, stroking your skin with his fingertips.

He kissed you once more and then looked at you, asking,

“Do you have condoms here?”

Your face fell at the question, and with growing horror, you realized you didn’t have any.

You were still a virgin and definitely hadn’t been prepared for tonight. You were on the pill, but you had only just started taking it about a week ago, and you weren’t even sure how reliable it was yet.

“Uh…” you began awkwardly, and he glanced down at himself.

“I’m clean, so if you’re on the pill—”

“I-I’ve only been on the pill for about a week,” you stammered, flustered.

He grew more alert, raising an eyebrow.

“But you’ve done this before, right?”

You searched for the right words, but your face already gave you away.

“Oh,” Johnny said, surprised, and moved away from you.

“So what? I’m still a virgin. Are you seriously going to tell me that’s a problem?” you snapped, frustrated by his reaction, feeling stupid.

Johnny knelt in front of you and ran his hand through his hair.

“I honestly can’t do this,” he admitted.

“Seriously? You do realize that it’s completely my choice when I want to lose my virginity, right? And it’s none of your business why I waited. But fine, if it makes you that uncomfortable or embarrassed that I’m still a virgin — whatever. Leave,” you said sharply, pulling your dress back up.

He sighed and tilted his head.

“It’s not embarrassing that you’re a virgin,” he explained calmly.

“But your first time shouldn’t be a one-night stand… and definitely not while drunk.”

“I’m not even drunk,” you protested, offended.

He gave you a gentle shove, and you wobbled slightly.

“Stop it,” you hissed at him but sank back into the pillows with a huff.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head in annoyance.

Johnny chuckled softly and leaned over you again to kiss you gently.

“I think it’s cool that you’re still a virgin. But I’m not the right guy for your first time — not under these circumstances,” he explained.

You tried to hide your disappointment and shrugged.

“Fine. Are you going to call yourself a cab then?”

He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on.

As he saw you sitting there on the bed, he gave you a crooked smile and grabbed a pen from your desk.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

You hesitated but then reached out to him. He scribbled something down for a moment.

“That’s my number. If you’re sober and still think this is a good idea, call me,” he offered with a warm smile.

You looked down at the messy numbers on your hand and cleared your throat.

“I’m not promising anything.”

“I know,” he said with a wink before leaving your bedroom.

Jungwoo

This feels so good,” you sigh dreamily as you sit at the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water.

Jungwoo sits beside you, his legs also submerged, enjoying the calm and the coolness of the water.

The two of you had snuck into the outdoor pool after closing hours to cool off on such a hot day.

You watch your toes wiggle under the surface, then an idea strikes you. You pull your legs out of the water and stand up.

“What are you doing?” Jungwoo asks curiously.

“This isn’t enough for me,” you grin, pulling your T-shirt over your head.

He watches you with wide eyes as you strip down to just your bra and panties, hands resting on your hips.

“Are you coming in too?”

“What if we get caught? We won’t exactly be able to just run away,” he says, sounding thoughtful — though his attention is completely fixed on you.

You pause for a second, then shrug before reaching behind your back to undo your bra.

You toss it at him with a mischievous grin.

Jungwoo laughs briefly, clearly not believing what he’s seeing, as you step out of your panties and jump into the water.

When you resurface, you shoot him a challenging look, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Coming in?”

He watches you for a moment, then grins and slowly gets up, starting to strip off his clothes.

Just as he’s about to jump in, you call out to him.

“Didn’t you forget something?”

He glances down at himself and notices he’s still wearing his boxers.

“Equal rights for everyone,” you tease, splashing a little water in his direction.

Jungwoo blushes slightly, fingers hesitating at the waistband before he takes a deep breath and pulls them down as well.

You can’t help but sneak a glance, grinning triumphantly as he finally jumps into the water and swims over to you.

You feel his hands at your waist as he surfaces, running a hand through his wet hair.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and he pulls you into his lap.

“If I end up naked in jail because of you, I swear I’m going to kill you,” he laughs softly before you kiss him, your fingers threading through his damp hair.

Jungwoo gently pushes you backward until your back meets the edge of the pool.

You gasp for air briefly before pulling him into another passionate kiss. His arms are locked around your legs, holding you tightly against him.

When you pull away to catch your breath, he kisses along your neck, his fingers gliding over your skin.

You bite your lip and let out a soft moan, moving your hips against his, feeling him slowly harden.

“Jungwoo,” you breathe, your fingers trailing down his back.

He growls softly at the sensation of your nails and playfully bites your skin.

“Jungwoo,” you say again, more insistently this time.

The water ripples around you as you cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I— I want this… I want you�� but I’m still a virgin,” you confess.

He looks at you, surprised, but says nothing for a moment.

Instead, he gently strokes your thighs, his expression unsure.

“And you’re sure you want this? Here?” he asks, concerned.

You smile brightly and kiss him quickly.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I really, really want this,” you whisper.

“But wouldn’t it be nicer—” he begins, but you cut him off with another kiss.

“It’s perfect. Honestly. I couldn’t imagine a better moment — or anyone I’d rather experience this with,” you tell him softly.

He looks at you for another moment, then brushes a wet strand of hair from your face and kisses you deeply.

He lifts you slightly, pressing you even closer to him, and you gasp softly as he mutters a quiet curse under his breath

Yuta

The sun was slowly setting as you and Yuta settled on the rooftop with a few blankets, a bottle of wine, and some food to enjoy the view.

It had been your idea — Yuta had had a long, exhausting day, and you wanted him to relax. You knew how hard he worked and thought he deserved some peace and quiet at your place.

The sky was already glowing red as you rested your head against his shoulder, absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his arm.

“This is nice,” you sighed.

When you didn’t get a response, you turned your head toward him.

“Yuta?”

Still no answer.

When you carefully lifted your head, you discovered your boyfriend had fallen asleep.

You chuckled softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, which woke him up.

He frowned in confusion for a second, but the moment he opened his eyes and saw you, he smiled warmly.

“Should we go back inside? You should get some real sleep,” you suggested, starting to get up, but he pulled you back down against him.

“No, five more minutes,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you, pressing your head to his chest so you could hear his heartbeat.

He smelled incredible — that perfect, natural scent he always had without needing any cologne.

You inhaled deeply and kissed his collarbone softly.

“Oh, thanks,” he teased, grinning mischievously, and you pinched his arm.

“It’s unfair how good you smell naturally,” you mumbled against his shirt.

“Really? I think it’s pretty practical,” he said with a smug tone.

You rolled your eyes but kissed his collarbone again.

“How is that even possible? You come straight from training, eat greasy food, hang out with a bunch of guys, and you still smell heavenly,” you said in disbelief, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“It’s the testosterone. Drives women crazy,” he grinned cheekily.

“I hope you’re only talking about one woman,” you warned him playfully.

“Of course,” he laughed, kissing you sweetly.

You smiled into the kiss, then stood up briefly, making him look at you in confusion.

But you simply sat down in his lap, kissing him again — this time with more passion.

He seemed a little surprised but quickly pulled you tightly against him as you kissed along his neck, his hand slipping into your hair.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly, his voice already a little rough.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered back, sliding your fingers under his shirt.

Goosebumps spread across his skin, and he closed his eyes briefly before leaning into you so your chest was pressed against his.

“You better control yourself. You’re driving me crazy,” he whispered with a crooked smile.

You returned his smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Good.”

He looked slightly startled, and you took his hands in yours, squeezing them tightly.

“There’s something you don’t know about me,” you admitted softly, making him look at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed, his heartbeat speeding up.

“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out, feeling embarrassed.

He stared at you silently for a few seconds before leaning back a little to look you over.

“Really?”

You nodded, swallowing hard.

“Is… is that a problem for you?” you asked nervously.

He laughed and shook his head.

“To be honest…” he began, placing his hands firmly on your thighs.

You gasped in surprise at his strong grip, instinctively pressing your chest against him.

“That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever told me,” he added with a mischievous waggle of his eyebrows.

“Really?” you asked, shocked.

“Absolutely. And if you’re really sure you want to do this… I’m definitely not going to say no.

But I need you to be sure,” he warned you, brushing your cheek gently.

You thought for a moment, looked around, and bit your lip.

“Let’s stay up here,” you said.

“Seriously?” he laughed.

You giggled, pulling your top over your head and tossing it at him.

“It’s supposed to be special, right?” you said with a wicked grin.

Haechan

The party had been over for about half an hour. It was four in the morning, and almost everyone was either passed out or had disappeared with their hookups.

Johnny had offered you his bed earlier, but once he met your friend, it was clear he’d be needing it himself.

So here you were, sitting on the couch with a glass of water in your hand, trying to counter your inevitable hangover while staring blankly ahead.

You weren’t exactly tired yet — just very drunk. Damn Johnny and his persuasive ways.

You heard a noise and looked up.

Haechan stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. When he saw you, he gave a small wave and a nod.

“Hey.”

“Hey, where did you come from?” you asked, surprised.

“I fell asleep on the balcony chair. Nearly froze my ass off,” he said, rubbing his arms.

“You know if there’s a free room where no one’s having sex?” he asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” you grinned.

He sighed and glanced at your phone.

“Can I borrow your phone? I’ll call a cab.”

You looked around briefly and shifted on the couch.

“You can just take the couch. It’s too late to call a cab anyway.”

“No way, it’d be rude to kick you off,” he shook his head.

“I meant we could share the couch. You think I’m gonna sleep on the floor?” you asked, feigning offense.

“Is that really okay?”

“Shut up and sit down,” you grumbled.

He plopped down beside you and ran a hand through his hair.

“Did I miss much?”

“Honestly, I didn’t even know you were here,” you admitted with a laugh.

He grinned and pinched your side.

“Where’s Johnny?”

“With my friend in his bed… you know,” you said, smirking.

“Oh,” he said, surprised, glancing down the hallway.

“Damn.”

“What?”

“I thought he’d be hooking up with you,” he said casually.

You frowned, confused.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on, I saw the way you were looking at him.”

“Oh god — we — no… just no. Johnny and I are good friends. That’s it. He’s really not my type,” you said quickly, scrunching up your nose.

Haechan scoffed, and although he reeked slightly of alcohol, he seemed more or less coherent.

“Can’t blame him though. Wish I hadn’t fallen asleep; maybe I’d be in a room right now too,” he sighed dramatically.

You rolled your eyes and patted his thigh.

“Poor guy,” you said sarcastically.

“Hey, you have no idea how rough it is,” he protested, biting his lip.

“I miss it — that physical closeness. There’s nothing better than feeling a woman’s warm body against yours, her soft skin under your hands while you explore her body, pressing her close, kissing her neck, feeling her melt under you, making her feel like she’s pure perfection. Even when you’re both sweating, bodies burning up… that feeling is indescribable,” he sighed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Only now did you realize you hadn’t even blinked.

Haechan’s words echoed in your head, and your grip on your glass tightened.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing part of his chest, a few beads of sweat glistening on his skin.

You bit your lip, your breathing getting a little faster.

When Haechan waved his hand in front of your face, you snapped out of your trance.

“What?” you asked, startled.

“I said, are you okay?” he repeated, confused.

You stared at him for a while, took a sip of your water, and then set the glass on the coffee table.

You turned toward him, taking a deep breath.

“Haechan?”

“Hm ?”

“Do you want to have sex?”

“I mean, did you even listen to me? I can barely hold it together. I’m dying here,” he scoffed.

You mustered all your courage and cleared your throat.

“I mean with me. Do you want to have sex with me?”

“What?” he laughed, but when he saw the serious look on your face, his smile faded.

“You’re serious?”

“The thing is, um… I don’t have much experience,” you admitted, your voice raspy, swallowing hard, “but everything you said earlier… it really got to me. And you were right. I want that too.”

He looked you up and down, thinking for a moment.

“Or am I that awful?” you asked, hurt, glancing down at yourself.

“No,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his head.

“Quite the opposite… it’s just — I have to ask, since we’ve been drinking — are you really sure you want this?” he asked uncertainly.

You nodded, shrugging slightly.

“So, are you just all talk, or can you actually back it up?” you teased him with a smirk.

He scoffed and raised an eyebrow.

“You tell me,” he said, pulling you roughly into his lap.

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~NCT reaction to finding out you’re dating another member (Johnny, Jaehyun and Taeyong)

Pairing: Reader x Jealous! Idols

Warnings: none really, maybe some make out but that’s it

Taeyong

You and Taeyong sit outside next to each other as the evening slowly darkens. You and Johnny and Mark have retreated to the terrace because it was a beautiful evening, and the air was pleasantly cool. Mark had his guitar in his lap, playing a few cliché songs that fit the relaxed mood. It was Johnny who had the idea to light a small campfire, around which you are now gathered. You are lying on one of the pool loungers, staring hypnotically into the flames before you.

"Hey." You snap out of your trance and turn your head to Taeyong, who is sitting next to you, grinning. "Are you still here?" You laugh and lean back against the lounger. "Yeah, campfires always make me sleepy," you explain to him. He chuckles but nods, "Same here, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep." He sighs and yawns to confirm.

"With your schedule, I would have fallen into a coma long ago," you say to him with a scoff. "It's all about practice," he explains with a shrug. "I have no idea how you survive it," you say thoughtfully. "I appreciate your concern for us," he grins in response. You turn your head back to him and smile. "Don't act like that." He laughs and runs a hand through his hair before looking at you again.

"I saw on Instagram that you're painting again." You sigh and smile wryly. "Yeah, but I'm not really happy"

"Why not?"

"I don't know, it's just not the same feeling as before, you know? Something has changed," you say thoughtfully. He raises an eyebrow and becomes attentive.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, it just doesn't feel right anymore... Do you understand what I mean?" He looks at you for a moment, nods slowly, and takes a deep breath. "Yeah, I know what that feels like," he confirms.

The terrace door opens, and voices ring out. "Hey!" Johnny calls, waving at Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Haechan, who join the group and wave at you. When you see Jaehyun, you smile broadly and want to get up from the lounger.

"No, no, stay down," he says quickly, bending down to press a tender kiss to your lips. You smile and place your hands on his cheeks, pulling him down to you. Taeyong averts his gaze from you two and stares back into the fire with a tired smile.

It had been three months since you entered Jaehyun's life and two months since you made your relationship public. Taeyong had been happy for you, had held you in high regard, and had liked you from the beginning. You were funny, clever, smart, and incredibly creative. He enjoyed talking to you and valued your company.

So it hit him all the harder to watch as you walked through the door for the first time, hand in hand. You had been beaming, and Jaehyun was happy to finally call you his girlfriend. Taeyong had sat on the couch during the announcement, smiling broadly and genuinely happy for you. But later that evening, when you sent him a funny picture, he hadn’t replied—for the first time since you had known each other, he hadn’t responded to your message.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun had sat down next to you on the lounger, wrapping his arm around you and gazing at your lovely face. Out of the corner of his eye, Taeyong could see you resting your head on Jaehyun’s shoulder. He closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and then put on his practiced smile again, making sure no one noticed

Jaehyun

"Hands where I can see them." You laugh loudly and raise your hands in the air, dropping your water gun and making a frightened face. Johnny points the barrel of his gun at you and grins triumphantly. "Gotcha," he says proudly, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Don't make such a big deal out of it, just shoot," you plead, rolling your eyes. He suddenly lifts the gun and casually rests the barrel on his shoulder. "I'll spare you," he announces graciously, running a hand through his wet hair.

"Oh wow," you say sarcastically. "Do I get a thank you?" he asks cheekily. You roll your eyes again and try to pass him, but he blocks your way and places a hand on your hip.

"Why are you so rude today?" he asks, pretending to be hurt. You smile up at him this time and tilt your head. "Aw, is Johnny hurt?"

"A little," he admits with sad eyes. "Aww, I'll make it up to you," you say and kiss him briefly. He smiles contentedly but clears his throat. "A good start, but I'm still a little sad," he whines, prompting you to kiss him again.

You stand closely embraced in the pool, kissing each other while the others play water polo or are still busy with their food. Jaehyun watches you from the table, his fork stuck in his steak, his jaw clenched.

"You're about to stab through the plate," Doyoung says dryly as he notices Jaehyun's reaction. Jaehyun doesn't respond but nods toward the water bottle. "Pass me the water, please."

Doyoung hands him the bottle and briefly glances in your direction as well. "Promise me you won't kill Johnny in his sleep someday."

"What?" Jaehyun asks, confused.

"You're looking at him the way Haechan looks at Mark when he sneezes."

"I hope they realize that other people want to swim in the pool too. If they want to get it on, they should get a room," Jaehyun says grumpily.

Doyoung shrugs. "It doesn't bother me; they're pretty cute together."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes and snorts disdainfully. Doyoung turns his head to him and raises an eyebrow. "Jae."

"What?" Jaehyun asks him irritably.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You know what I'm talking about, and it's not fair. You had your chance and—"

"I didn't take it, yeah, I get it. Can I eat in peace now?" Jaehyun asks, and Doyoung hesitates for a moment.

"Just wanted to say it one more time," he murmurs quietly before continuing to eat.

"Got it," Jaehyun grumbles, poking at his food. His gaze repeatedly drifts to you and Johnny. His expression grows heavy for a moment, and he swallows hard, clearly having lost his appetite.

Johnny

“Do you think we could pull that off?” Johnny asked as he showed Jungwoo a picture of a pizza with sausages stuffed into the crust.

“You should ask Doyoung,” Jungwoo suggested.

“Just imagine it – sausage and cheese inside the crust,” Johnny said dreamily.

“That would be pretty awesome,” Jungwoo agreed, biting his lip.

“I’m getting hungry. I’m gonna ask Doyoung if we can try it,” Johnny said decisively and practically jumped up from the couch.

“Is he even home?”

“I heard him at least, just go check,” Jungwoo called after him.

Johnny’s mouth was already watering as he walked down the hallway, looking for better pictures and a recipe.

“Yo, Doyoung, I found the perfect pizza!” he said excitedly as he swung open Doyoung’s door, already holding up the iPad.

But his smile died instantly when he looked at Doyoung’s bed — and saw you underneath him.

Your clothes were scattered around the room, and he was lying between your legs, the blanket barely covering your obviously naked bodies.

“Holy shit!” Johnny blurted out reflexively, and you both flinched apart, startled.

“Oh my God!” you shrieked, while Doyoung quickly scrambled off you, and you clutched the blanket tightly around yourself.

“W-What the hell is going on?” Johnny stammered, utterly baffled.

“Why don’t you knock?!” Doyoung snapped at him, trying to get up, causing Johnny to quickly shut his eyes so Doyoung could get dressed.

“How was I supposed to know?! You’re supposed to lock the door!” Johnny stammered.

After a moment, when he cautiously opened his eyes again, Doyoung was wearing his boxers, and you were hiding under the blanket.

“I don’t get it. There’s something going on between you two?” Johnny asked, looking between you in disbelief.

You had met Johnny a few weeks ago during training, and you’d hit it off immediately. You spent a lot of time together, and through him, you had gotten to know his friends — including Doyoung.

“It’s only been recent,” Doyoung explained.

“Recent? So it’s been happening for a while now?” Johnny asked, sounding horrified.

You sighed and wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It’s just—”

“What? It just happened?” Johnny interrupted angrily.

You frowned and stared at him, confused.

“Why are you getting so worked up? I can do whatever I want.”

Johnny stared at you in disbelief, then glanced at Doyoung.

“Okay, fine. Enjoy yourselves,” he scoffed bitterly and slammed the door shut behind him.

Both you and Doyoung flinched and looked at each other, confused.

“I didn’t think he’d actually get this mad,” Doyoung admitted, bewildered.

“He’s out of his mind,” you huffed angrily at Johnny’s reaction.

Meanwhile, Johnny grabbed his jacket and keys and stormed out of the apartment.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jungwoo asked, surprised.

“Out,” Johnny grumbled and slammed the door behind him.

When he reached the stairwell, he stopped for a moment, staring blankly ahead before cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” he hissed, running a hand over his face.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to unsee that image.

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