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worstgenerationloser · 2 months ago

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Do you do headcanons for like a day/party in the red force? Like being shansk girlfriend in the crew. I believe they will surely play games like "truth or dare" or "drink if you did this"

,, Are those my clothes?! ''

Shanks x Fem! Reader.

summary... a collection of headcanons involving life in the red-haired pirates, but you just so happen to be your captains lover. (super score!!)

warnings... shanks is a perv, non-sexual nudity, anddd dirty jokes (the usual). Andddd this writer has no clue what the inside of the Red Force looks like so... (southern beck save me)

A/N... not proofread at all WAAGGH I'm sorry for how lazy this is!

Shanks and his crew are normally more laidback from what I remember from their few appearances in the anime and manga, although that doesn't mean they're lazy completely. Most nights after Shanks helps a small town or island, a celebration ensues, and you definitely can't count out the liquor and drinking contests either!

I feel like dating your captain on the crew, however, makes things feel somewhat different, instead of a good friend, somehow the crew portrays you as a little sibling that they just have to annoy.

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Rising up slowly out of bed, tangled in your captains arm and legs, it takes you a while to wake up with the morning air smelling of salty sea water, a light and maybe eerie mist engulfing the ship. The sun was barely making its debut to the crew, but normally you and Shanks woke eachother up.

"Shanks."

You lightly shove his shoulder.

"Shanks."

With a sigh, you press your finger into his cheek and pinch the side of his mouth.

"Shanks—"

Exhaling all the air in your lungs, you sharply inhale through your nose, clearing your throat. It was the same routine every morning, you could never wake him up. But, he was an emperor now, and you weren't in the east blue anymore, so you had zero clue why and how he was still comfortable enough to sleep in every chance he got... But, he had a very reliable crew, so there was no use fretting over it, really.

"Wake your lazy asses up! It's breakfast time!"

No questions asked, Shanks shot up quickly gasping for air, head turning around towards the door. He barely even looked at you, not that he meant it in a harmful way. Yikes, was he the reason why Luffy ended up that way? He was basically the kids idol...

"If we're having pancakes..."

An amused hum slipped past your lips, you already knew the answer to that.

"We got pancakes and French toast!"

Without another word, he jumped out of bed, clumsily falling against the floor, scrambling to get back up. He looked down, realizing he wasn't dressed, before looking at you with a pleading look in his eyes. Any longer and he would have started pouting, you're sure.

"I'm not helping you get dressed, you're a grown man."

"Why not? You helped me get undressed last night." He whined, moving over to the bed again, slumping his body over yours. His hand gently moved to the base of your neck, his warm lips wet with his saliva pressed sloppy kisses behind your ear. Of course, his signature move whenever he's asking for something.

"Fine. But you owe me."

"Aye, aye, sir!" He giggled.

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When they aren't busy liberating people, and simply heading to one island after the next, the red-haired pirates are often bored. So, in order to rid themselves of such a horrid feeling, they tend to do stupid things for an adrenaline rush, though they normally end up hurt or accidentally losing stuff.

One person will get the idea, and eventually it circulates to everybody else, sometimes even the ships serious doctor, Hongo, will end up indulging in a little fun with a few pushes.

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"Where— Where are your shirts?" You questioned them, feeling a little embarrassed just looking at them. They didn't seem to care, since half of the crew dressed like sluts with their chests out, but a few younger members looked self conscious.

"Well... We wanted to see if we could make a flag out of all of our shirts... But it accidentally flew away once we sewed them together..."

Picking up your jaw, you clenched your fists, furrowing your brows as you looked over all of them, some of them holding a shameful look, others not caring much. "Don't any of you have other shirts?" You heard footsteps approaching, heavy ones, so they were probably Beck.

"Where the hell are all y'all's shirts?" Beck sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. Some of them chuckled, others shrunk into themselves, and the rest were silently observing.

"They said they flew away." You replied with a shrug, not bothering to pass on the rest of the explanation.

"Hah! Oh, that's hilarious!" Shanks yelled across deck, bellowing out laughter, causing everybody else to laugh, too.

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I feel as if when you have such a variety of crew, as Shanks does, personalities clash and rivalries start unintentionally sometimes over the smallest things. You could probably expect somebody calling you over to settle something every once in a while, like who is more efficient in cleaning, and who might be taller, trivial things like that.

Most of the crew I think would hold small "competitions" and "tournaments" , I thought of that one challenge where people stuff bombones in their mouth, and I also thought they would like to try that kind of challenge.

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It was nearing dinner time, and the majority wanted to go out to eat in the rather large town you managed to dock at, riding out a storm previously. The doors of the restaurant swung open as you walked in, the bustling restaurant immediately feeling like home to you.

"Y/N! Can you help us over here? Hongo gave us a huge side eye when we asked for help. You see, Limejuice here—"

"Why is he turning blue?" Panning over to a nearly asphyxiated Limejuice, you wondered one thing. How does a pirate this strong nearly die from choking? Why was he even choking? He wasn't stupid, that was for sure... okay, well, maybe he was a little stupid, but all men are a little stupid. You managed to dislodge the piece of food stuck in his throat, but it was odd, still.

"Ahem! Well, you see, we all bet 100 berri.... To see who could fit the most of their food in their mouth without swallowing it." Although his voice was a little hoarse, you managed to make out Limejuice's sentence. How do these idiots survive, you wondered.

"Who won? If it wasn't you, I'll make you walk the plank."

"... I lost."

A resounding BANG! Echoed throughout the restaurant, the metal tray hitting the blond-haired idiot heavier than you had planned. Oh, well!

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Okay, okay, moving onto being together with your captain while on the crew. Expect occasional teasing, like little kids, your crew will sing little rhymes and gasp and giggle every time you and Shanks do as much as look at eachother.

Considering Shanks is on demon time when he's with you, practically jumping ontop of you when he kisses you, his arm hooked around your waist holding you in place, you're gonna stay there until a few childish giggled and overly dramatic groans resound across deck.

Truth or Dare is a staple on The Red Force. Snorting flour, downing a mixture of egg and sardines mixed with Lucky Roux's signature hot sauce, the whole works. Normally they're fun, but not so much when they involve you specifically in their dares, and it normally ends up with you hiding away in the crows nest as to not be bothered.

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"Truth... or Dare? Pick your poison."

Once again, the childish sign was up on deck. It was a cool day, and many were gathered to participate in todays game, but you simply turned a blind eye, knowing you would get dragged in somehow, and it would be best to try and ignore it.

Somehow, you forgot about that predicament, what with all of Shanks' endless griping and whining, complaining about the most mundane of things no matter what, it was ticking you off. The two of you argued, as normal couples did, and somehow some of the senior officers got involved, Beckmann and Yasopp pretending they didn't hear, but Roux seemed a little more involved in your drama. What were you arguing about? You had zero clue about that by now.

You were so ticked off, you didn't notice the few troublemakers present on deck asking Roux to complete a dare. It was late, and you needed a shower, and so you headed to the bathroom, taking a nice, long, much needed shower, the warm water seeping into your skin. After getting dressed, you decided to head to you and Shanks' room, but you felt the smile from your face drop when you heard giggles and the familiar tearing of meat.

It sounded like Roux, Shanks, and a few other people. Stepping back, pressing your back against the wall, you took a deep breath, before heading back towards your bedroom door.

You were greeted by a less than pleasant sight. Actually, you think it made you sick.

There was so much fat spilling out of that dress, you couldn't tell which part of his body it was, and you weren't sure that you wanted to know, anyways. On your bed, there he sat, like some bikini model, all dolled up and even wearing a wig, the leg of meat still kept in his hand by his firm grip, which made it all even funnier. But, alas, you simply couldn't give them the satisfaction of laughing at them, because then they just wouldn't stop! It was all the more terrible, because your lover was just sitting there gasping for air while he kept laughing.

"Oh ho ho... Why hello there, my sweet Y/N... Care to... Join me in bed? I'm not wearing anything underneath." His hand rubbed his stomach, making everybody bellow out in laughter

Jaw dropping to the floor, eyes bulging out of your head, you turned on your heel, and immediately bee-lined for the door.

"That dress does NOT fit you!"

You yelled out, holding your hand over your mouth as you tried not to satisfy them with your laughter.

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END.

#shanks x reader #akagami no shanks x reader #red haired pirates #red haired shanks x reader #benn beckman

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itzynabi · 1 year ago

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amazing saturday: eudaimonia

released: 16 sep 2023

word count: 7.0k

warnings: mention of food, one (1) swear word and eve being dramatic

an: this took a long time but enjoy!! i dont know korean so i went based off of english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

“Introducing today’s guest,” Boom began. “They’re talented performers that make us loco and that make us fall deep in love, Eve and Hyoyeon!”

Eve and Hyoyeon walked into the room behind each other. The girls waved at the cast members as they walked to the centre of the room and everybody danced to glassy. The girls stood next to each other as they waited for the speaker to start beeping.

“Ahjussi, come here,” Eve said to Kibum, waiting for him to walk around the table to join her.

The second half of the second pre-chorus of antifragile started playing, the three idols swaying along to the music. When the chorus started, they did the choreography in sync with one another, making sure to highlight Eve as the centre. Eve and Hyoyeon bowed to everyone as they went to their seats, Kibum joining along as if he was also a guest. Eve was seated next to Narae with Hyoyeon on her right, next to Taeyeon.

“We got to see a little bit of it, but you’ve got something to promote,” Boom prompted, gesturing at the two girls.

Eve nodded. “Yes, I’m having a comeback,” she announced. “The mini-album is titled eudaimonia which is a Greek word for a state of confidence,” she explained. “The title track is antifragile.”

“Antifragile,” Hanhae repeated.

“It says no matter what you say or do, I’m unaffected because I’m antifragile.”

Donghyun nodded along, looking visibly confused.

Nucksal snickered. “I’m sorry, but nobody on this side heard the song title.”

“Antifragile,” Taeyeon repeated.

“What’s that?” Seyoon asked.

“You know on boxes when it says ‘Fragile content, be careful?’” Key asked, waiting for them to nod. “It says fragile because it can break easily, but to be antifragile, it can’t break easily.”

“Why didn’t Taeyeon dance?” Narae suddenly asked, causing Taeyeon to lower her head in embarrassment. “Did she not learn the dance?”

“She did,” Kibum said. “But she gave up halfway and said she’d just support from the sidelines.”

“Yah, Taeyeon-ssi.” Boom sighed. “You should’ve learned the dance.”

“You saw how hard the dance is,” Taeyeon complained. “Besides, they did a good job.”

Hyoyeon scoffed. “Excuses and excuses,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Ahjumma, how much dance experience do you have?” Eve asked.

“Sixteen years,” Taeyeon answered slowly.

“How can you have sixteen years of experience and think this dance is hard?”

Everyone laughed as Taeyeon’s jaw dropped open.

“I hear you also have a song with Hyoyeon?” Boom prompted once everyone calmed down.

“Yes, the song is called naughty,” she said, smiling when she was done.

“Is that it?” Boom asked, causing everyone to laugh. “You don’t have anything else to add?”

“It’s a dance song.”

“Do you have nothing to say about the song?”

Hyoyeon spoke up, “The song is about teasing someone about whether or not you’ll give them your heart. The album has a double-title track.”

“Does it have choreography?”

“Yes, it does.”

Boom gestured at the performance area. “Can we see some of it?”

“This choreography is hard,” Kibum said as the two women walked to the centre of the room.

“Really?” Hanhae asked. “How hard is it that even Key says so?”

Eve and Hyoyeon stood still as they waited for the staff to play naughty. They began to dance when the chorus played, the Amazing Saturday cast gasping at the tutting movements they were doing. Donghyun pointed at Dongyup, knowing his signature dance move was similar to the choreography as Nucksal and Narae tried to copy the dance. When the song was done playing, the two women returned to their seats as the cast clapped for them.

“Both dances have Dongyup hyung’s signature move,” Donghyun said. “Were they inspired by him?”

“Why would it be inspired by him?” Hyoyeon bluntly asked.

“Let’s continue with the show before a fight breaks out on set,” Boom joked, referring to Hyoyeon and Donghyun’s rivalry. “In her interview, Eve said she had a different mindset from the first time she was here.”

“Why?” Nucksal asked.

Eve brushed her hair behind her ear. “I feel like I focused too much on the game that I didn’t get to fully enjoy myself. I know this is a schedule, but I should still have fun.”

“Right, right,” Narae agreed.

“So, I’m not here today for work. I’m here for a good time and a cheque.”

Taeyeon cackled “‘A good time and a cheque!’”

[K.O. with one sentence]

“What if there is a song that you know?” Seyoon asked.

“I’ll pretend not to know it,” Eve answered. “Hyoyeon unnie agreed to do the heavy lifting.”

Kibum groaned. “We’re not going to eat today.”

Hyoyeon jokingly glared at him. “Yah, Kim Kibum!”

“Eve has someone from the show that made her angry,” Boom announced.

[Swiftly moving on]

“Who is it?” Dongyup asked.

“I don’t know, ask her,” Boom said, causing everyone to laugh.

“The person who made me angry is Kibumie,” Eve revealed, pointing at her brother.

“Me?” Kibum asked.

Narae gasped. “Key made you angry?”

“The episode with Kahi sunbaenim and Sunye sunbaenim was playing again recently,” Eve explained, “and during the Snack Round, the game was Choreography Delcomanie. When Yuna’s picture was shown, he kept guessing the wrong song when it was clearly WANNABE.”

Seyoon nodded. “I remember.”

“He guessed Mafia and LOCO which is crazy because Yuna didn’t have bangs during those releases.”

“He should know better,” Nucksal said.

Eve hummed in agreement. “He should.”

Taeyeon covered her mouth as she laughed. “Why is he instigating?”

“But Taeyeon noona and Hyoyeon noona aren’t innocent either,” Kibum argued, pointing at the two women who were looking at him in shock. “On Game Caterers they also couldn’t guess WANNABE right.”

“Yeah, but I gave them the benefit of doubt and chalked it up to old age,” Eve said. “At their age it’s easy to forget things.”

Hyoyeon chuckled. “I don’t know whether to be offended.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being old.”

“It’s only natural to age,” Dongyup added.

“Exactly.”

“Our oldest member is comforting Hyoyeon and Taeyeon about ageing,” Seyoon joked.

Dongyup shook his head. “No, I’m just… Let’s move on.”

Boom tapped his cue cards on the table. “Hyoyeon, what was it like to work with Eve?” He asked.

“So much fun!” Hyoyeon answered. “Sometimes, when working with producers, they don’t know what they want. You’ll be in the recording booth and they’ll say ‘Sing it like ooh but like aah’ and when you ask them to demonstrate, they tell you to figure it out. Or, they don’t know what they want at all and you have to keep rerecording the same part. But it wasn’t like that with Eve. She clearly knew what she wanted me to do. For some parts she would have five versions of how I could sing a part of the song and she would let me choose, which I found to be very impressive. Even when we–”

Eve, who looked uncomfortable as Hyoyeon kept talking, interrupted her, “Please stop.”

“Okay.” Hyoyeon nodded, causing everybody to laugh.

Nucksal wheezed. “I’ve never seen someone ask to stop being complimented!”

“She feels uncomfortable when people compliment her,” Kibum explained. “She’s so weird.”

Boom introduced Haetnim, going back and forth with her for a while. “Which market are we going to today? Shall we find out? Nolto!”

“Nice!” They all chanted together.

“Oh! That looks so good,” Kibum commented, pointing at the screen. The members danced along to LOCO as different foods were shown on the screen.

“What are we going to eat?” Donghyun muttered.

The screen showed Pork Rib Stew and everyone cheered. They watched as the food was prepared.

Eve squealed. “That looks good.”

[I want to eat pork rib stew forEVEr]

Eve cupped her cheeks and smiled as she had the One Shot. She waved shyly when she noticed she was still on the camera.

“When is it ending?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows in distress.

“It’s gotten longer recently,” Nucksal told her. “We need enough footage for a certain amount of time, so the One Shot lasts for a while.”

“The artist for the I want to eat pork rib stew forEVEr round,” Boom began when Eve’s One Shot had ended. “They’re a cool band. A rock band.”

“Rock band?” Kibum asked.

“With cool lyrics and vocals, JANNABI!”

Eve’s lip twitched after Boom announced the artist.

“The song we’ll be doing today is from their second full album. The title track.”

Narae shook her head. “No way.”

“for lovers who hesitate!” Boom announced.

Kibum started cackling as Eve lowered her head with a sigh. The rest of the cast turned to Kibum, confusion written on their faces.

“What? What is it?” Dongyup asked.

Kibum covered his mouth with his hand as he continued to laugh. “This is one of Eve’s favourite songs,” he said, everybody turning to look at Eve, who was softly banging her head on the table.

Hyoyeon gasped. “Ah! Is it that one?” She started humming the melody of the chorus, Eve raising her hand to show a thumbs-up in confirmation.

“The production crew is panicking,” Nucksal noted with a chuckle, pointing at the staff to the right of Boom’s table. When Kibum revealed for lovers who hesitate to be Eve’s favourite song, the crew looked up in alarm. They had all exchanged panicked looks.

Taeyeon chuckled. “Production crew, fail,” she teased.

“But Eve seems more distressed than them,” Donghyun pointed out, gesturing to Eve who was still banging her head, but this time onto Hyoyeon’s hand that she placed on the table so Eve wouldn’t injure herself.

“Aigo, she came here to have fun,” Narae sympathised. “This must be hard for her.”

Eve flicked her head up, her hair flipping with the fast movement. She looked to the production crew with a pleading expression. “Why are you doing this to me? I want to have fun,” she whined.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do the heavy lifting,” Hyoyeon comforted.

“Right. Hyoyeon said she’d take the lead so that Eve could have fun.”

“So we’ve solved the problem?” Boom asked, exhaling in relief when everyone nodded. “Okay! All together. ‘I want to eat pork rib stew forEVEr.’ Donghyun will be in last place forever. Ulcha!”

“The song is slow,” Narae commented as they listened to the second verse.

“And it’s easy to hear,” Hanhae added.

They swayed in their seats as the song played, immediately holding onto their pen and notepads when the countdown started.

The part they had to dictate:

피고 지는 마음을 알아요 다시 돌아온 계절도 / I know the heart that blossoms and falls, and the returned season too

난 한 동안 새 활짝 피었다 질래 또 한번 영원히 / I’ll be in full bloom for a while and then fall, once again, forever

“The instrumental was so loud,” Donghyun complained.

“His pronunciation was clear, but the guitar was clearer,” Hanhae agreed.

The cast showed off their answers one by one, starting with Dongyup, until Eve was the last person to go.

“Our protagonist that shocked the producers,” Boom said. “Eve’s panel, open!”

Eve’s dictation:

♡♡♡

Taeyeon groaned. “She really is focused on having fun.”

“Now we have to rely on Hyoyeon’s dictation,” Seyoon said.

Hyoyeon scoffed. “I wrote a lot of useful stuff.”

“What’s useful about Malularala?” Kibum asked, referring to one of the only lines in Hyoyeon’s dictation.

“It’s better than Donghyun’s,” she pointed out. “The only thing he wrote was Maeumi.”

“Ay, anyone’s better than Donghyun,” Nucksal dismissed. “We were hoping Eve would pull through and let us eat on our first try.”

Eve, who had been silent during the entire exchange, looked to the production team. “Did you get enough footage?” She asked, nodding once they sent her thumbs up. She focused again on her iPad.

“What’s she doing?” Narae asked.

Eve swiped the screen to a different notepad. The cast gasped as she unveiled her dictation.

Eve’s dictation:

…는 마음을 알… / … knows the mind…

난 한 동안 새 활짝 피었다 질래 또 한번 영원히 / I’ll be in full bloom for a while and then fall, once again, forever

“That first one was just to get enough footage for the editors,” Eve explained.

[Sweet Eve thinks about the staff]

“But this is my real dictation.”

“Why didn’t you trust me?” Hyoyeon asked, breaking through the silence that had overtaken the studio.

Eve looked at her. “I did! It’s just that Hanhae-nim kept sending me pleading looks,” she revealed, causing everyone to look at him as he hid his face.

“He did so badly that he desperately needed Eve to do well,” Narae sympathised.

Hanhae shook his head in embarrassment. “No, no, no. I just want to eat today.”

“You don’t want to eat the other days?” Donghyun asked, genuinely curious.

Kibum laughed. “Donghyun hyung can’t understand this.”

Taeyeon groaned. “He always wants to eat, that’s why his favourite round is the snack round.”

“My favourite round is also the snack round,” Eve said. “I want to dance.”

“He only likes it because of the snack, though,” Dongyup told her. “Not because he wants to dance.”

Eve nodded. “Ah, I see.”

Boom clapped his hands. “Should we find out the One Shot master for today?” The cast started nodding, preparing for the One Shot. “Please show the One Shot!”

Eve was shown on the One Shot, but since she wasn’t paying attention, she didn’t notice. Hyoyeon shook her to get her attention as the cast groaned in disappointment that they weren’t the ones to get the One Shot. Panicking, Eve grabbed Narae’s notepad to pose with.

“She didn’t prepare anything for the One Shot,” Narae revealed with a chuckle, as Eve started blushing. “Even Hyoyeon and Donghyun prepared something, but she didn’t.”

“I didn’t think to,” Eve said when the One Shot ended.

“Let’s get song information,” Boom said when everyone had stopped talking amongst themselves. “The song is about a love that could have been and a hopeful note to not let love slip away in the future.”

Preceding lyrics:

서로의 안녕을 보아요 / As we’re facing each other, let’s take a step back and say our goodbyes

Following lyrics:

그럼에도 내 또 같은 꿈을 꾸고 / Nevertheless, my love has the same dream again

“It’s a sad song,” Nucksal commented.

Narae cleared her throat. “Boom-ssi, MC, ITZY–”

“There’s no English,” Eve interrupted, knowing what question Narae was going to ask. Boom grunted, upset to have his moment stolen.

“Now he’s sad,” Hyoyeon said, pointing at Boom.

“I got impatient,” Eve said. “I’m sorry,” she apologised.

Boom shook his head, sniffling dramatically. “No, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Eve said. “We need to fill in the first line,” she said, changing the topic back to the dictation.

“She suddenly became so impatient,” Hyoyeon commented.

“I’m hungry,” Eve admitted. “I want to eat quickly.”

“Food Lab, what are we eating?” Hanhae asked.

Narae hurriedly flipped the pages of her notebook. “The clues for this one weren’t easy. On the side of each dish, there was a graphic of a glass and there was a crack in some of them. Pork rib stew and gamjatang with rice,” she told the cast.

“What do our guests want to eat?” Seyoon asked.

“I would like gamjatang,” Eve said.

“Hyoyeon?” Taeyeon prompted.

Hyoyeon inhaled sharply. “Uh, the gamjatang has potatoes and I like potatoes and it looked like a big portion, but I want pork rib stew,” she answered, smiling proudly after.

“She told this long story about gamjatang just to say she wants pork rib stew,” Nucksal commented.

Hyoyeon chuckled. “But because Nabi is the one having a comeback, we should save all the tricks for the gamjatang round.”

“We even have most of the lyrics for this song,” Kibum noted. “We’re just missing thirteen characters in the first line.”

“Taengu, are you finished copying Eve’s answer?” Nucksal asked.

Taeyeon nodded. “I’ve finished.” Her screen was shown. The cast looked at the screen, trying to come up with additions.

Seyoon raised his hand. “In the second line, Eve wrote down ‘I’ll bloom’. And in my dictation, I heard ‘blossom’ in the first line”

“That makes sense,” Hanhae agreed.

“I heard ‘blossom and falls,’” Dongyup said.

“That could be right because it sounds like malularala,” Hyoyeon added seriously.

Taeyeon failed to keep her laughter in. “She’s very persistent.” She wrote down Seyoon and Dongyup’s suggestions. “Now we only have a few more characters left.”

“Did nobody hear the first three characters?” Narae asked.

“It was hidden behind the instruments,” Kibum complained. Eve shut her eyes, blocking her ears as she mentally replayed the song to herself. “The song should’ve started earlier because we were hearing the horn and then after we heard the lyrics.”

“Oh! Nabi’s hearing the song!” Hyoyeon exclaimed, drawing attention to Eve.

“Her eyelids are moving a lot,” Nucksal noted. “Is she imagining the lyrics sheet in her head?”

“She must be,” Hanhae agreed. “That’s so cool.”

“I know the heart,” Eve said, opening her eyes. “It’s not ‘knows the mind’, it’s ‘I know the heart.’ I remember looking up the lyrics because I kept confusing the words. And what Dongyup-nim said is right, about the flowers.” Dongyup nodded as Taeyeon edited their dictation.

“Narae noona, what did you write for the first line?” Kibum asked the comedian.

“‘Returned,’” Narae answered.

“I heard something like ‘oh sarang geshalyo’ but I don’t know.”

“I heard ‘dasi do’ then something, then ‘jeoldo,” Donghyun said.

“Dasi!” Eve exclaimed.

“Oh, she’s remembering something!”

“Dasi do… raon g… gyejeoldo,” Eve sang slowly, pausing to remember the lyrics.

Narae gasped as Taeyeon finished off the dictation. “I think that’s right.”

“We’ll get to eat at once!” Seyoon cheered.

“I don’t know if it’s right, though,” Eve said as everyone started celebrating. “If it’s wrong, don’t blame me. Blame yourselves.”

“I think this is it, though,” Taeyeon argued. “It’s clean and makes sense.”

“Yeah. Let’s finish it nicely in one round,” Dongyup agreed.

“Can today’s protagonist come to the answer zone,” Boom requested as Eve stood up.

“Make sure to write it correctly,” Kibum reminded her as she wrote the answer down, causing her to mock him.

“I’m not an idiot,” she complained, finishing up their dictation. After singing, she leaned back in her chair in fear of getting hit by the popcorn. The screen showed that the answer was correct and everyone shouted in joy. The staff brought out a tray of food for each member and placed it in front of them.

“This is really delicious,” Eve said.

“It’s time for the round Eve is looking forward to most,” Boom said. “Snack round! Let’s meet today’s snack on the screen. Nolto!”

“Nice!” Everyone cheered.

Everyone danced along to Psychic Lover as the screen showed the pudding being made.

[The KEY to happiness is Sticky Toffee Pudding]

At the end, Kibum was shown on the screen. He hurriedly raised his notepad so that the camera could see it.

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“The pudding has arrived!” Boom exclaimed, tapping the trays with the dessert. “And there is a drink to go with it.” He placed a jug of sikye on the table as well.

“It looks so good,” Hyoyeon muttered.

“Today’s game is Lyrics in the Box Quiz,” Boom said. “In just a moment, we’ll show you lyrics with some missing words in the box. If you know what lyrics go there, shout your name and tell us the answer,” he explained. “The song will play and you will dance to it. That will decide whether or not you get to have a beverage.”

Everybody stood up in preparation for the game. Dongyup got the answer for the first round right after stealing it from Nucksal. He did his signature dance for his performance before fetching his snack. Sipping his drink, he went to sit down.

“Let’s move on. Next song, play!”

탐난다고 서두르단 결국 game set / Burning, it begins, and finally, game set

유연하게 행동해 봐 [...] it’s mine / Be flexible [...] it’s mine

“Eve!” She screeched before anyone else could say their name.

Narae covered her ears with a wince. “Was that a whistle note?”

“I’ve never seen anyone react like that.” Taeyeon chuckled. “She was so fast and loud.”

“Eve, what’s your answer?” Boom asked, looking at the girl, who exhaled in relief. “Ddaeng!” He declared, since she took to answer.

“Eve!” She shouted again at record speed. “Don’t be mean,” she scolded Boom, whining. “The answer is as usual,” she answered while walking to the centre to dance to the song.

“Correct!”

Eve started dancing to Lupin when it played, amazing the cast. Since the music kept playing, she didn’t stop dancing, going on until she danced to the whole song. She bowed to the camera when she finished, before accepting her pudding and soda. Before she made it around the big table, she stopped by Haetnim and gave her her snack, causing the older woman to widen her eyes in shock.

“No, no, no,” Haetnim said, trying to give Eve back her desert, “you should eat your snack.”

“I want to give it to you, though,” Eve argued.

Narae nodded as the cast gasped. “After the first round, Eve was so worried for Haetnim.”

Eve leaned into Narae. “Is Haetnim-ssi not going to eat anything?” She asked.

“No. We got it right on the first try,” Narae explained.

Eve nodded, staring at Haetnim. “I’ll give her my food in the snack round,” she decided before continuing to eat her food.

“Yeoksi, when you’re a princess, you’re nice,” Boom complimented.

Nucksal started laughing. “Haetnim is trying so hard to get Eve to take it back,” he said, pointing at the two women who were in a heated argument.

“It’s yours,” Haetnim argued.

“And that means I can do whatever I want with it,” Eve responded, “and what I want is to give it to you.”

“You should eat it.”

“I don’t want to,” Eve said, crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you going to do about it?”

“No–”

“I don’t want to!” Eve exclaimed, walking back to her seat.”

“Just–”

“I don’t want to!” She repeated, sitting down.

“But–”

“I don’t want to.”

Haetnim sighed. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Eve-ssi can be quite stubborn,” Hanhae commented as Eve smiled at Haetnim.

“Her tone was annoying, though,” Dongyup said. “‘What are you going to do about it?’” He mimicked her teasing voice.

“She didn’t stop dancing,” Seyoon noted.

Taeyeon nodded. “She’s a good dancer.”

“What a show off.” Hyoyeon scoffed.

Eve giggled. “It’s my favourite KARA song.”

“Are you a fan?” Boom asked.

Eve nodded enthusiastically. “Total fan.”

“Out of WonSoKA–”

“KA,” Eve answered, not waiting for Boom to finish answering his question.

Hyoyeon scoffed. “She should’ve asked Nicole to feature on naughty.”

“She was busy,” Eve joked.

Kibum laughed. “She can’t even talk to Nicole,” he told everyone. “She always runs away.”

“I’ve gotten better, though!” She whined. “The other time, I lasted three minutes.”

“Congratulations,” he said drily.

They continued with the game, Nucksal getting a question right.

“Next song!” Boom exclaimed.

자 모든 걸 뒤집을 [...] / Okay, [...] to turn everything upside down

더 끝없이 우릴 가득 채울 sky / More endlessly, the sky that will fill us up

“Taeyeon!” The idol shouted. “Um, sijag-ida,” she guessed when Boom gave her the opportunity to guess.

“Ddaeng!” Boom said. “It’s similar in pronunciation, though.”

“Hyoyeon!” She shouted. “Sijag-ida,” she guessed.

“You just copied Taeyeon!” Eve shouted as Boom told her she was wrong.

“Taeyeon! Siganiya,” she said slowly, emphasising every syllable.

“Correct!”

“I don’t know the dance, though,” she said as she walked to the front. Eve joined her, dancing along to the song perfectly. When she was done, she walked back to her seat.

“Boom-ssi, if she’s dancing so hard like that, don’t you think you should give her some sikye?” Nucksal asked. “You should at least give her sikye.”

“She’s even dancing more than Key!” Hanhae added.

“I’ll give her my sikye,” Taeyeon said, taking her snacks. She dropped the drink off by Eve before returning to her seat.

“Next song!” Boom exclaimed. “Key and Hyoyeon.” He pointed at the two idols.

“Is it an SM artist song?” Hyoyeon asked. “Or a girl group?”

별들은 더 빛나고 / Skies blue like paint

시간은 [...] 지나고 / Time [...] passes

감성은 더 짙어져 yeah / Our feelings become deeper

“Key!” He shouted, less than a second after the screen showed the lyrics.

“Both Key and Eve are answering quickly,” Hanhae noted.

Kibum scoffed. “Jeomjeom,” he answered.

Hyoyeon, thinking he was wrong, shouted her name. “Jeominjeom?” She guessed, causing everyone to laugh.

“Key, correct!” Boom exclaimed.

Hyoyeon sulked as Kibum went out to dance, Eve going to help him. When they were done, they posed back to back, facing the camera.

“Wah, they’re real stars.” Donghyun gasped in awe.

“We need to stop Eve from dancing because now I feel pressure,” Narae said.

“Unnie, just do a good job,” Eve comforted, walking back to her seat.

“I should just do a good job? Should I just let the music guide me?”

“If you know how to dance.” She shrugged.

The second last round had Hyoyeon, Narae and Donghyun still standing.

“Unnie, fighting!” Eve cheered on Hyoyeon.

“Next song, play!” Boom exclaimed.

첨부터 다시 시작하면 안 되니 [...] / Can’t we start from the beginning? [...]

니가 사랑한 내 부탁이야 / I loved you so much, it’s my favour

“Noona, you have to get this right,” Kibum urged Hyoyeon.

She sighed. “I know.”

“What is it?” Narae wondered aloud.

Eve tapped Hyoyeon’s thigh to get her attention then started rubbing her hands together as if she were begging. After staring at her for a few seconds, Hyoyeon got the hint. “Hyoyeon! Please,” she answered.

“After multiple attempts,” Boom started, “correct!”

Hyoyeon exhaled in relief as she and Eve went to do the dance to Seohyun’s song. She returned to her seat with her snack.

“I’m tired.”

“Last round. Who between Narae and Donghyun will win?” Boom asked.

숨길 수 없어진 나의 맘을 / I can’t hide my heart

따라와 줘, [...] / Follow me, [...]

“Ay, this one is so easy,” Nucksal complained.

“If you don’t get it right, you’re a lost cause,” Taeyeon added.

“Is it easy?” Donghyun asked.

“It’s too easy for you to fail,” Eve told him.

Narae raised her hand dejectedly. “Narae.”

“Yes,” Boom said.

“Is it maybe… ‘glassy’?” She guessed.

“You are maybe… correct!”

She gasped as Eve pulled her to the centre of the room to dance. They did the dance, Narae struggling to follow along before posing together.

“And with that, the Snack Round is over.”

“The last dish of today’s full course. What have we prepared?” Boom asked.

“Gamjatang!” Hyoyeon chanted.

“Let’s go to the market. Nolto!”

“Nice!” They all cheered.

The screen showed the gamjatang being made and everyone watched attentively. After, Hyoyeon was shown on screen. She held up her notepad, reminding everyone to listen to eudaimonia.

“The gamjatang has been set up next to Haetnim,” Boom told them. When they had all returned to their seats after looking at the meal, he started speaking again, “The artist for the Hyoyeon wants some gamjatang round is… amazing. Narae, Seyoon and Dongyup.”

“It’s an old song,” Narae deduced.

“Legendary girl group! It’s… Fin.K.L!”

“Daebak!” Hanhae exclaimed.

“From their second full album, a b-side, Pride.”

“I was in high school when this song came out,” Seyoon said.

Eve gasped. “That’s crazy.” The cast laughed at Eve’s reaction. “I… I was still awaiting my womb escape.”

Taeyeon cackled. “‘Womb escape!’”

Narae turned to Eve. “Eve-ssi, do you want to be a comedian?”

Eve shook her head with a pout. “I’m not funny.”

“She doesn’t even realise how funny she is,” Hanhae said.

“Should we listen to the song?” Boom asked.

“Oh, right. We have a job to do,” Hyoyeon said.

The song started playing and everyone danced along.

“It’s pretty clear,” Taeyeon noted.

The part they had to dictate:

아니아니 괜히 싫다고 핀잔을 줘도 뭐라뭐라네게 심술로 큰소릴 쳐도 / No, I’m not even saying I hate you for no reason, whatever I say, even if I make a loud noise

니가볼까 몰래 감춰둔 내안에 진심 / I don’t mean it, I’m secretly hiding you, my heart

“Did you get it?” Boom asked when the song stopped playing.

Eve stared at her iPad. “What is this? What is this?”

“Did you not get to write anything?”

“I did, but… You’ll see it later.”

“Yah, mine looks better than yours,” Hyoyeon bragged.

“Should I applaud for you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s like watching children fight,” Kibum commented.

The cast started showing off their dictations, some being useful, others being unique, until only Eve remained to show her dictation.

“Before I show my dictation,” she started, “I just want to make it known that this is what I heard. So you shouldn’t judge.”

“Now I’m curious to see what she wrote,” Seyoon said.

Eve’s dictation:

I don’t give a shit 나도 [..] 괘찬니 / I don’t give a shit, me too [...] it’s so cool

니가 [...] 내안에 진심 / You [...] sincerely inside me

“Yah, what’s that first part?” Kibum asked with a laugh.

“It’s what I heard!” Eve whined. “Maybe DSP wanted to be edgy.”

“Is there any part that you’re sure of?” Nucksal asked.

Eve hummed as she thought. “‘You,’” she said.

“It sure is an interesting dictation,” Boom commented. “Let’s see this round’s One Shot star.”

[It’s Seyoon!]

“Yeoksi, it’s the ‘90’s enthusiast,” Hanhae said.

“Let’s reveal the syllable count,” Boom announced. The screen showed two lines with forty-two syllables in total. “The narrator talks about letting go of their pride in front of the person they like.”

Preceding lyrics:

작은 나의 가슴에 너뿐이야 / You are the only one inside my small heart

Following lyrics:

그걸 모르니 이 바보 / Don’t you know that, you fool?

“Please show the One Shot stars panel again.”

Seyoon’s panel was shown.

“I heard ‘I’, but many other people heard ‘you’ so I think we should change it,” he said.

“There’s not that many blank spaces,” Nucksal commented.

“Are we sure that ‘I’m telling you I hate you’ is correct?” Kibum asked. “Because the lyrics before that are ‘You are the only one inside my small heart’ so I don’t think they’d suddenly say they hate the person they like.”

“It’s all we have,” Hanhae said.

Taeyeon looked around. “Did nobody else hear that line?”

“I was so shocked by the first part of the line, that I didn’t hear the rest,” Hyoyeon told her member.

“I think we should add Eve’s ‘sincerely inside me’ to the end because I heard something similar and it makes sense,” Hanhae said.

Narae chewed her lip. “But it doesn’t make sense, though.”

“Why don’t we use Last Re-listen Chance?” Eve suggested.

Seyoon snapped his fingers. “I forgot we still had that!”

“Boom-ssi, why didn’t you remind us of our chance?” Dongyup complained. “We were over here stressing thinking we wouldn’t be able to give Eve the gamjatang!”

“You succeeded too quickly in the first round! We need more footage!” Boom retorted.

“But we’re hungry,” Hyoyeon added.

“I’m going to pass out,” Eve whined.

“Don’t you think you’re being too cruel?”

“We can only be so strong.”

Boom widened his eyes as Hyoyeon and Eve kept complaining, feeling overwhelmed by their complaints. “You have so many complaints,” he noted.

“I think it’s very important to tell people when you’re not happy,” Hyoyeon said.

“Let’s do Last Re-listen Chance,” he said, changing the topic. “Reveal it… now!”

[Donghyun!]

“To no one’s surprise,” Kibum commented.

The cast huddled around Donghyun to hear the song that would play again through headphones. The song played again, everyone trying to hear the lyrics.

“It’s totally ‘you,’” Donghyun said when the music stopped. “The second line starts with you.”

“What else did you hear?” Narae asked.

“Um, that was it,” he said. “I was focused on that one.”

“We already changed it,” Kibum told him.

“Yes, but we weren’t sure if it was correct.”

“Taeyeon’s going to fight him!” Dongyup exclaimed, taking note of how the idol was glaring at Donghyun.

“If you’re going to be in last place, shouldn’t you at least be useful?” Hyoyeon jokingly asked.

“He can’t multitask,” Narae said. “He can only be one or the other, but not both.”

“I heard ‘no’ blah, blah, blah and then ‘noise’ towards the end,” Eve said.

“Me too,” Nucksal said. “It was like ‘No, I don’t hate you’ or something.”

Taeyeon revised their dictation, still leaving blanks in the places they didn’t hear anything.

“Because the line after says ‘Don’t you know it, you fool’ and the part we have so far is ‘sincerely inside me,’” Hyoyeon started, “then maybe what she’s saying is ‘You’re the only one in my heart’ or something like that.”

Kibum gasped. “Why does that actually sound smart?”

“I can be smart when I feel like it,” she bragged.

“At the end,” Hanhae began, “I heard ‘Make a loud noise.’”

Taeyeon nodded, writing it down. “Let’s just go with this and then use one of the chances,” she suggested.

“You’re not gonna eat a lot of the gamjatang, right?” Eve asked, causing everyone to laugh.

“I’ll make sure there’s still a lot for you,” she reassured in a teasing tone.

“Okay.”

Seyoon went to the answer zone and wrote down their answer. When their answer was revealed to be wrong, he returned to his chair.

“You got it wrong, so now Haetnim gets to eat half of the gamjatang,” Boom told them. “Mukbang, log in!”

“Thank you for the food,” Haetnim said as she started eating. “Wah, this tastes so–”

“Please don’t describe it,” Eve pleaded. “I think I might cry.”

“I won’t describe it.” She had another spoonful of the food, groaning in pleasure. “Really.”

“It must be nice,” Narae sighed.

“Okay, here’s your hint panel,” Boom said as the hint panel was shown on the screen.

“Which one should we go with?” Taeyeon asked.

“All Spacing?” Eve suggested.

“But with 70% Speed, you get to hear it twice,” Dongyup tried persuading.

Hyoyeon shook her head. “But sometimes you don’t get it even if you use 70% Speed,” she argued. “You just get frustrated.”

“That’s true,” Narae agreed.

“If Eve-ssi says we should do All Spacing, then let’s do it,” Hanhae said.

“Let’s see the dividing show!” Boom shouted. The screen showed the blocks dividing into the correct spacing, the cast realising that some of their dictation didn’t fit into the space.

“We should change this.” Taeyeon circled a part of the second line.

“Let’s listen to it now,” Seyoon said.

“Listen! Write! Eat! Ulcha!” Boom said before the song started playing again.

“Hiding?” Kibum said when the song finished playing. “I heard ‘Hiding’ in the second line.”

“What’s hiding? This is hard.” Narae groaned.

“Hanhae heard something!” Seyoon announced to the group, paying no mind to Hanhae’s refusal.

“What was it?”

Hanhae sighed. “I’m not fully sure –”

“How sure are you?” Eve asked.

“About… 98%”

Eve nodded. “You might as well keep it to yourself then.”

The cast laughed at Eve’s reaction.

“She immediately shut him down!” Nucksal cackled.

“With gamjatang on the line, 98% isn’t good enough.”

Donghyun gasped for air. “What makes it funnier is she isn’t trying to be funny.”

“You’re all laughing, but she’s staring at you seriously,” Boom added.

“Hanhae, tell us,” Dongyup encouraged through his laughter.

“Before where Key said he heard ‘hiding,’ I heard ‘sincerely,’” He told the cast.

“Sincerely?”

Taeyeon gasped. “That makes sense. She has a crush on this person. ‘Sincerely hiding you, my heart.’” She wrote it down in their dictation.

Nucksal nodded. “It’s the rare day where Hanhae helps us.”

“Let’s go with this!” Dongyup cheered.

“Okay, Hanhae-ssi.” Boom gestured for Hanhae to go to the answer zone.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if this were wrong?” Donghyun asked.

“Funny for who?” Eve countered, causing everyone to laugh.

“The gamjatang has made her very sensitive,” Hyoyeon noted. “It’s okay.” She patted Eve’s back.

Hanhae sang out their answer, waiting a few seconds before he was hit with popcorn.

“Now Haetnim gets to eat another quarter!” Boom announced just before their hints were shown on screen again. “Make your choice.”

“Let’s go with Number of Wrong Words,” Hyoyeon suggested.

“Then we can know how much we need to change,” Narae agreed.

“Eve, what do you want?” Taeyeon asked.

Eve, who was staring blankly at the screen, just blinked her eyes slowly. “I don’t care,” she admitted with a chuckle. “Even if we get the gamjatang, it won’t be enough.”

“Aigo, she’s not enjoying herself,” Nucksal groaned. “Now she knows how I feel every week.”

“I feel emaciated.”

“Yah, stop exaggerating,” Kibum scolded. “It hasn’t been that long since you last ate.”

“Are you going with Number of Wrong Words?” Boom asked. When they had confirmed, he showed them that they had one wrong word. “The song is going to play one more time. Listen! Write! Eat! Ulcha!”

The song played once more, everyone trying to listen to what the wrong may be. When the song ended, Seyoon stood up excitedly.

“He heard it! He heard it!” Narae said.

“How didn’t we get it?” Seyoon chuckled. “It’s so clear.”

“What is it?” Donghyun asked.

“I don’t mean it, I’m sincerely hiding you inside my heart,” he told them what he had heard. Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

“Hyung, you’re a genius!” Nucksal gasped out.

Taeyeon reviewed their dictation. “It makes sense! It even fits the spacing and syllables.”

“We’re going to eat!” Hyoyeon cheered.

“Eve-ssi,” Boom called out, waiting for her to look at him. “You don’t look convinced.”

“It feels wrong,” she said.

“Why?” Hanhae asked.

She blew raspberries lightly. “Probably because it is.”

Hyoyeon cackled. “Why are you suddenly so funny?”

“But, as someone who was in highschool when this song came out,” Seyoon started, “this feels like the lyrics of that time. The lyrics feel like something Fin.K.L would sing.”

“If the ‘90’s enthusiast says it’s true, then we have to trust him,” Hanhae said. “It looks clean.”

“Hyung, go to the answer zone,” Kibum told Donghyun.

Donghyun went to the answer zone and wrote down their answer, singing it as well. The cast had stood up as they waited with baited breath for the results to show. Eve turned to hug Hyoyeon, hiding her face in the older woman’s neck. The song played once more, this time also showing the lyrics. When it got to the end, Hanhae sighed.

“Ddaeng!” Boom exclaimed, announcing their failure. Eve turned to look at him in shock as Seyoon got hit by the popcorn.

Everyone watched in silence as Boom gave Haetnim the okay to finish the food. Dongyup glanced at Eve, curious to see her reaction. Seyoon drooped his head, not wanting to see Eve’s face.

“The gamjatang with rice that Eve wanted is going to Haetnim,” Boom announced, laughing at everyone’s reactions. “I think this is the most upset you’ve been to not win food.”

“It’s because Eve really wanted this one,” Nucksal said. He leaned back in his chair, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” Eve spoke up, voice soft due to her state of shock, “but what exactly do you know?” She asked Seyoon, causing everyone to laugh quietly. “I’m not angry,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m just curious.”

“Eve really is distraught,” Hyoyeon said, pointing at the younger girl who was staring at Seyoon.

“She’s not even speaking formally,” Taeyeon added.

One of the producers went to Eve, giving her a bowl. “Haetnim said this is for you,” he revealed, walking away soon after.

“Thank you,” Eve replied, bowing to Haetnim. Haetnim gave a thumbs up at Eve.

“Is she the only one getting food?” Seyoon asked, turning to look at the mukbanger.

“Do you think you also deserve some?” Eve asked, voice suddenly stern. The cast laughed.

Narae clapped her hands. “She looks like she’s about to swear at him!”

“Nabi-yah, deep breaths,” Kibum instructed through his laughter. “Inhale and exhale.”

“I mean, I told him his answer was wrong,” Eve argued, looking at Dongyup, who nodded along, “but he kept insisting.”

Hanhae nodded. “Right,” he agreed.

“He kept saying that he was in high school when the song came out and he listened to it a lot!”

“Right, he did.”

“What does that matter if you don’t know the song?”

“You’re right.”

She sharply turned to look at Hanhae. “You keep quiet because you agreed with him.” Hanhae laughed in embarrassment.

Taeyeon cackled. “Tell him Nabi-yah,” she said.

Hyoyeon massaged Eve’s shoulders as she laughed. “Why are you so tense?”

Narae picked up the spoon from Eve’s bowl of gamjatang. “Open up, Eve-ssi,” she said, feeding the younger girl. Eve chewed the food, furrowing her eyebrows in distress.

“I want to go home,” Eve said when she swallowed the food, causing everyone to laugh.

“Is the gamjatang good?” Donghyun asked.

“Very,” she answered, voice still stern.

Dongyup clapped his hands as he laughed. “Eve-ssi should be on Amazing Saturday more often.”

“Would her heart be able to handle it?” Narae asked.

Seyoon approached Eve hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry. What should I do to unbreak your heart?”

“Can I have Doritos?” Eve asked, her voice sweet.

Dongyup clapped his hands as he laughed. “She could’ve asked him to get a bigger bowl of gamjatang, but she instead asked for Doritos.”

“If she had to choose between money and happiness, she’d choose Doritos,” Hyoyeon said with a sigh.

“I’d choose money so I can buy Doritos because they give me happiness,” Eve corrected.

“I’ll get you Doritos,” Seyoon vowed.

“Thank you!” She gave him a hug.

“How was today, Eve-ssi?” Boom asked when Eve and Seyoon had stopped hugging.

“Uh, I came here to have silly, goofy fun and instead I had nothing,” she said. “Although I was malnourished, I did enjoy myself in the snack round.”

“And Hyoyeon-ssi?” He asked, laughing.

“I had so much fun! Watching everyone fight over the answer was nice and I really enjoyed the pork rib stew.”

“Okay, everyone. We’ll be back with healthier laughs,” Boom said the outro, Kibum saying it with him. “Nolto!”

“Nice!”

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seongminiz · 9 months ago

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yeah i’m so sorry😓 it keeps getting away from me, the brain rot is too real

yes😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 though plssss subby matthew is so good i love itssmmmm the dynamics going on are so crazy in the best way like i really love matthew being a simp for reader but also wanting to one up his boss cuz that’s part of the thrill for him… matt strikes me as the type to be a bit toxic (i love all my toxic headcanons, in my mind everybody’s a little toxic😓) but i feel like at some point if he got too annoyed with you for seeking out jiwoong’s attention all the time he might say something just to be mean like “i’m only fucking you to piss him off anyways,” and calling you “easy” and saying other horrible things about u, to you, just to upset you but then when you (rightfully so) lash back at him, and maybe cry😢 he’d instantly go so soft and simpy and be like, no no please i love your pretty pussy<333 his life would flash before his eyes at the risk of losing you and more specifically, the way you make him feel so he’d do anything to make it up to you<333

but your drabble was soooo good pls i need him so bad in the pool??? in ur swimsuits??? matthew being too vocal😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 oh, to stick your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, without warning, so he groans but it’s mostly muffled but you can feel the strong vibrations on your fingers, you’d want to tease him more but his subby behaviour turns you on so much, you’re losing your focus between him drooling around your fingers and erratically thrusting into you atp, you know he’s so close and you are too<33333

i def need jiwoong to catch you together though, and maybe… whether it’s in the pool or another time, i could maybe imagine jiwoong walking in on the two of you, and maybe matthew notices and you don’t OR you notice and matthew doesn’t so, you work harder to pull the most desperate and pathetic sounds out of him possible just to humiliate him a bit in front of his boss, especially if he was so mean to u earlier :((((

- 🧁 anon

it took me wayyy too long to get to this ask omfg 😭

toxic matthew ☆_☆ its ok i get u i 🫶🏻 writing toxic idols idk why its so fun :3 n also just matthew getting mean for once but caving in the moment he realizes u r upset/mad at him n doing whatever u ask him to make it up to u .. bro is fr confirming that u can get whatever u want n he doesn't even realize it bc hes that much of a simp 😭😭

n humiliating him in front of jiwoong omggg :(( he'd get sooo embarrassed (n more turned on) once he realizes whats going on :(

#🍰 seongminiz !#🥯 jebewon !#💭 . 🧁 anon !#🥪 mattwoong sandwich #im sorry this isnt as good as i wanted it to be >:(#zb1 hard thoughts #zb1 hard hours #zerobaseone hard thoughts #zerobaseone hard hours

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17boyzz · 2 years ago

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only you - xu minghao

seventeen as romantic tropes - minghao as cold to everybody but you

non idol au, college au, minghao x gn!reader

•

nobody really approached minghao. every time someone came near him, it would only be to talk to the two social butterflies he has as best friends, seokmin and mingyu. the people who pass by wonder how the two managed to adopt minghao into their trio, and when asked, they also have no idea.

when it was just the three of them, minghao let himself go a little bit, enjoying the company of seokmin and mingyu. but every time they attempted to introduce minghao to another person, he goes cold and ignores the other, as if they had an illness he wouldn’t want to catch. well, until you came along.

you were an old friend of mingyu’s, having met during a sporting event in 7th grade. despite going to different schools, you befriended each other and hung out often, sometimes meeting seokmin. you were curious about minghao, asking why you weren’t able to meet the other member of their trio. all they ever said was later, and how now isn’t the right time. but, you finally convinced mingyu to let you meet this mysterious minghao, making you a little nervous.

•

mingyu sent the address of the cafe 20 minutes ago and you still haven’t left yet, your cat deciding to be high maintenance.

“ginger, i’ll be gone for like, 2 hours, you will survive. i promise” you spoke as she let out a protesting meow.

“oh hush. i’ll be back” you scratched her head once more before leaving your dorm to your car, finally texting mingyu that you’re on your way.

•

“when are they going to be here?” seokmin complained, becoming a little bored since everybody was saving conversation for when you arrived.

“they just left, ginger was causing problems again” mingyu chuckled a little at the messages of frustration you sent towards his way. minghao kept quiet, sipping his iced latte and staring out the window.

“who’s ginger? are they dating someone? is that their roommate?” seokmin asked, eyes widening in fear he had missed something.

“ginger is their cat…”

“oh. so i mean i was sorta right. cat, roommate, same thing!” he leaned back, acting cool while the corner of minghao’s lips upturned a little at his friend’s antics.

a couple more minutes passed before mingyu spotted you walking through the door, calling your name and waving you down. just as minghao was taking a sip of his drink, he looked up at you, then choked. seokmin, who was the one sitting next to him, immediately sat up into panic mode and started patting minghao’s back, asking if he was okay.

“mmm, mhm, yeah, i’m fine.”

that was so embarrassing.

“here, y/n. we saved you a seat!” mingyu dragged you over to sit you across from minghao.

“oh wow, i was so worried you guys were going to make me sit at the other side of the cafe!” you joked, to which mingyu told you not to test him.

“anyways y/n, you already know seokmin, but this is minghao! he’s the same age as us and is majoring in fine arts!” mingyu introduced you, and minghao nodded a little, as to acknowledge your presence. you waved back, a little nervous that he already might not like you.

“he’s really shy and quiet and might take awhile to warm up to you, he might not at all and if he doesn’t, don’t take it personally. this is the closest another person besides me and seok and gotten to him” mingyu whispered to you, you nodded along to his words.

“okay, i’m going to go order myself an iced latte, so-“

“i can go for you” everybody looked towards minghao, his first time speaking since you’ve arrived.

“oh, you don’t have to!”

“it’s fine, i’m going to get myself another one anyways” he gets up with a little sigh.

“you can use my card, then!” you went to fish your wallet out from your bag, but he was already walking away.

“i don’t know about you, but i personally have never seen minghao doing anything remotely that nice. not even to us” seokmin whispered shouted to you and mingyu, who were also shocked by minghao’s behavior.

“yeah, me neither. y/n, what did you do to him?!” mingyu, pushed you a little, and you shrugged.

“i don’t know! i just met him! i don’t know why he insisted on ordering and buying coffee for me!“ you whisper shouted back.

“he probably just wanted to be nice. i’ll pay him back anyways” you crossed your arms before leaning back in your seat.

“no, y/n, you don’t understand. minghao isn’t just nice, especially not to people he just met, he’s not even that nice to us. honestly, i don’t know how he tolerates us” it was mingyu’s turn to whisper shout.

“do you think he has a thing for y/n already?”

“they just met!”

“yeah but i was sitting right next to him when he saw y/n and then choked on his drink. that’s gotta mean something” seokmin reasoned, making mingyu sit back and think for a little bit. just a minute later, as mingyu was about to speak again, minghao came back with two drinks, sliding one over to you.

“oh, thank you! how much was it? i’ll pay you back!” you spoke to him, and he just shrugged.

“you don’t have to” he plopped back down into his seat, looking out the window to the flowers that lined the windowsill.

“but i want to!”

“i said no” he spoke firmly, making you sink back into your chair, nodding and taking a sip of your drink. seokmin managed to bring up a different conversation topic before letting the awkward silence saturate the air too much. to seokmin and mingyu’s surprise, minghao actually spoke and participated, speaking to you as well. he actually mainly spoke to you, ignoring the other two people sitting at your table.

just as he was speaking, your phone buzzed, your alarm to return home going off.

“oh, it’s been two hours already? i have to go now, i promised ginger i’ll only be gone two hours” you began to pick up your things, finishing off your drink.

“are you serious?” mingyu whined.

“uhh yeah. for a cat, ginger has an impressive internal clock” you stood from your chair. just as you were about to walk away, someone made a loud coughing sound, and you turned to see minghao holding his phone out to you. you tilted your head at him to question what he was doing.

“your number” he held his phone out further, to which you accepted and typed in your number.

“well, i’ll see you guys around!” you waved to them, leaving the cafe to go home to your disastrous cat.

•

you see the trio plus a few others a couple days later when walking from one lecture to another, minghao being the first one to wave at you, and then mingyu waving you over to hang out with them for a little bit. you watched as the other people whom you didn’t know watch in confusion as minghao acknowledges your presence from 10 feet away.

“hi y/n!” seokmin embraces you, a little too excited to see you.

“guys, this is y/n, we’ve been friends since 7th grade. y/n, these are some of our other friends; jeonghan, joshua, seungkwan, and chan” they all wave at you, except for the one called jeonghan, who decides he wants a little bit of trouble.

“why do your pants look like that?” he questioned, a playful smirk on his face. you see the guy called joshua yell his name and smack him upside the head. you weren’t necessarily offended by it, you didn’t like these pants either, and also just assumed it was probably just jeonghan’s personality.

“why are you being a dick?” minghao shoots back, and the rest of you look at him.

“i was just joking…” jeonghan trails off. he’s never really heard minghao speak except for some simple ‘heys’ and ‘hi’s being exchanged when faced with each other.

“it wasn’t that funny of a joke. their pants look fine. stop picking on them” minghao’s voice clearly stated how unamused he was at jeonghan’s comment towards you, sending him a little death glare.

“it’s fine minghao, really. i wasn’t offended by it. i also don’t like these pants but they were the only ones i had clean so!” you assured him that it was fine in hopes he would calm down a bit. it was now silent and more than a little awkward as the what - 8? of you stood around in a little quiet circle, both jeonghan and minghao embarrassed for themselves while the others relish in the second-hand embarrassment.

“i’m going to go to my next class, it was nice meeting you 4. bye!” you quickly waved yourself off, making your way to your other lecture.

•

minghao: we’re going to dinner at 6:30

y/n: oh? who’s we? you seok and gyu?

minghao: and you

y/n: i am??

minghao: yeah that’s why i told you

y/n: i don’t remember agreeing to this

minghao: i’ll pick you up from your dorm in 15 with seokmin and mingyu

what an interesting way to invite someone to hang out. the more you talk to minghao, the more you realize he has trouble asking for things, he’ll just kind of state what he wants and doesn’t take no for an answer unless it’s a good enough reason. though, you wouldn’t mind going out and doing things with or for a pretty boy like minghao, so you couldn’t really complain.

even though seokmin and mingyu wouldn’t shut up about how abnormal his behavior is to you, you’ve still managed to convince yourself that minghao would never like you the way you want to like him. you’re doing just about everything in your power to hold back any romantic feelings that might form for him, simply because rejection always has the bigger chance of happening.

either way, you pulled yourself up off your bed and went to go put on some decent clothing before waiting near the front door with ginger.

meeeooowwww

“okay fine, i’ll give you a little snack before i leave since dinner is going to be late tonight” you get up to feed her, but at the same time someone knocks on your door. you rolled your eyes before going to answer, minghao standing there with a small smile on his face.

“hey y/n. ready?” he asked.

“almost, gotta give ginger a snack before i leave. you can wait in here if you’d like” you offered, moving aside to let him in. the moment he laid his eyes on ginger, he’s never smiled so widely.

“hi baby” he coos at the orange tabby cat, getting down on his knees to pet her. you couldn’t help but giggle a little seeing minghao meet your cat for the first time. you quickly snapped a picture before going to fill her kibble bowl up half way.

by the time you went back, minghao was sitting cross legged on the floor with ginger laying in his lap, purring like it was the end of the world.

*snap*

“did you just take a picture of us?” he looked up and rose an eyebrow at you.

“she looked cute there, i had to” you smiled, going to collect your cat and send her off to her food bowl.

“just her? not me?” he faked pouted. you’ve never seen minghao act this way… like ever.

“i dunno, wasn’t really paying attention to you” you poked his arm, to which he rolled his eyes.

“either way, lets go. seok and gyu are probably getting grumpy from waiting” you dragged him out of your dorm by the arm, shutting the door and making your way down.

“what took the two of you so long?” mingyu yelled once you opened the car door.

“someone met ginger today”

“minghao met ginger before me?!” seokmin whined, looking back at you from the passenger seat.

“it could’ve been you if you’d gotten me” you shrugged, buckling your seatbelt.

“i got pictures of them too, if you wanna see” you leaned forward, phone in hand, minghao groaning in embarrassment while you showed photos of him and ginger to the two boys in the front seat.

“awww” seokmin cooed at the photos, zooming in on details.

“whoa… i have never seen hao smile like that before. what did you do to him? what did your cat do to him? did you poison him?” mingyu gasped.

“it’s her specialty. she knows how to automatically make people happy” you lean back, nudging minghao who’s embarrassed from his friends seeing him in that state.

“hao?” mingyu called, turning around to see his flustered state.

“shut up and drive” he grumbled, turning towards the car window. all mingyu did was giggle a little before putting the car into drive and take off down the road.

•

“should we go on a walk?” mingyu asked after paying the bill.

“a walk? you still do post-dinner walks?” you teased him a little. it was something the two of you would do after getting dinner after some sports game.

“uhh yeah? you DON’T?” he gasped, placing his hand on his chest.

“no?? i only took them cause you went on them!” you replied, mingyu following up with mumbles of “traitor” and “fake” while seokmin and minghao watched, thoroughly amused.

“i say yes to the walk!” seokmin chimes in, mingyu thanking him for being on his side.

“i don’t know, i’m with y/n. not really feeling up for a walk right now…” minghao looked off to the side, wanting to go home.

“fine! me and seok will go on a walk while you two can stay in the car!” mingyu grabs his keys and drags seokmin by the arm out of the restaurant.

“what a loser…” you mumbled under your breath, minghao chuckling at your words. the two of you get up to follow mingyu to his car, where he then trapped you for the next 20 minutes.

“so… i assume you and mingyu went to dinner a lot in middle and high school?” minghao asks, breaking the silence as the two of you sat in the backseat of mingyu’s car.

“yeah. we would go to sports games together and then get dinner after. mingyu always liked going on walks after to help him get some fresh air and ‘help him digest’ or something like that” you chuckled a little at the memory.

“has it ever been… like… romantic?” minghao hesitated on the question, mentally kicking himself the moment the words left his lips. this is why he stays quiet.

“romantic?”

“i mean like, has it ever been a date?”

“are you asking if we ever dated? if so, not at all. people would mistake us for a couple a lot though. sometimes we faked young love for like a free dessert or something, but we’ve never dated. i’ve never liked him like that. he’s just my best friend”

“oh cool. so you’re like… not seeing anyone right now?” he pushed himself once more, wanting to turn to a mirror and scream at himself for continuing to talk.

“nope. are you?” you returned the question, turning your body towards his nervous figure.

“no”

“cool”

it was then silent again for a couple minutes, both of you lost in your own thoughts. he was definitely hinting at something here, were you reading his signals right? were you overthinking it? you heard minghao gasp as he opened his mouth to say something. you turned to him, but nothing came out. he also turned to you, cheeks a little pinking and the tips of his ears burning a bright red.

“d-do… do you… uh… um…”

“do i…?”

“do you like um oh i don’t know maybe like uh-“

“minghao, do you want to go on a date with me?” you asked. he looked at you, wide eyed and jaw dropped. he couldn’t believe you beat him to that. yes he could, he just couldn’t believe you liked him like that.

“well? don’t leave me hanging, hao” you smiled a little as he glitched, moving some hair from his eyes. his heart fluttered and was now dancing in his chest, leaving adrenaline to rush through his veins.

“yes… god yes i would love to. i can’t believe you beat me to this, i could kiss you-“ he stopped right after that, hoping you were barely listening to him.

“so then kiss me?” you leaned forward a little to encourage him.

“i dunno… i’m not really a kiss-before-the-first-date type of person” he playfully tapped his finger against his lips. you smiled at him.

“neither am i, i guess theres firsts for everything, right?” you tilted your head at him a little.

“one kiss definitely wouldn’t hurt…” he grinned before leaning in to kiss you. one kiss turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into-

“REALLY?! ARE YOU TWO ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW???” mingyu screamed once he opened the drivers door, peaking in at the two of you making out in the back of his car.

“i’m so sick, seokmin you’re driving” mingyu hobbled over to the passenger seat, clutching his stomach.

“so dramatic, isn’t he?” seokmin grinned at the two of you in the backseat, ignoring how you two looked like deers in headlights, just a little pinker than they would be.

“drive, seokmin, drive! i can’t stand to be around them!” mingyu cried out, slumping over himself.

“keep being dramatic and i’ll kiss you next” you threatened, getting him to act right.

“please go faster” mingyu whisper-shouted to seokmin, leading to minghao reaching over to slap his forehead.

“you’re so bitchless”

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #seventeen fluff #comet writes svt #seo myungho #the8 #xu minghao #minghao #seventeen minghao #seventeen the8 #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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makur0 · 2 years ago

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heyhey! i love love love your writing style and i’m so happy to have found your account 💕 could i request a scenario with a fem reader x ritsu, where knights is having a sleepover somewhere and while watching a movie, and what looks like reader sitting on ritsu’s lap, is actually her cockwarming him- since her sitting on his lap is their usual position for these types of things, no one suspects it. eventually, both of them get too needy and excuse themselves to the bedrooms to get rid of their little problem :) i hope this isn’t too exhibiting!!

"Sorry... then again, not really."

synopsis — it was meant to be a wholesome movie night with you and the boys (and of course our queen arashi), but you and your boyfriend ritsu had other plans. [ritsu sakuma x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. needy! dom! ritsu, sexual frusturation, cockwarming, semi-exhibitionism, penetration, slight biting/marking, homeboy ritsu suffocating himself in yer boobs-

author's note — my friend absolutely loves ritsu and died when she saw this request, so to say the least the both of us were pretty excited. and here we go!!

word count — 1035

YOU WERE PRETTY EXCITED FOR MOVIE NIGHT.

Like, how often was it that the original five Knight members were all together in one place, and you had an off-day? It was too perfect for Arashi to not jump on the idea, and everybody was fortunately on board.

"We should definitely watch a Disney princess movie!" Arashi squealed, pumping your hands up and down. "What's your favorite? Mine's-!"

"Wait, what about the others?" You quickly interrupted her, pulling away. "We have to at least wait and see what they want to watch..."

Because the blonde was holding the movie night at her house, you and your boyfriend Ritsu Sakuma (who was buried in a pile of blankets with his red eyes peeking out) had come over early to help out with preparations.

The said Knight paused, then sighed. "...Yeah, we probably should. Well, then let's go get the snacks and all! I have a bunch of sweets I think Tsukasa-chan would love~"

"Alright," you mused. "You can get that settled, I'll clean everything up here."

Nodding, Arashi disappeared around the corner and you began to spread out the blankets and pillows, tryring to make the room as comfortable as possible for six people. Much to Ritsu's dismay you diminished his pile of blankets, using them to cover most of the floor. What you didn't know (and mean to) was that you were giving... quite a view for the Sakuma. His eyes were staring right at your ass, your position creasing the fabric right around your...

Welp. Now he's hard.

"[name]~" Whining, he slithered out of his cocoon and wrapped his arms around your hips, resting his head on your butt. Unfortunately his pillow was taken away when you straightened and sat on back down, shooting a questioning gaze over your shoulder.

"What's up- oh." You knew that look. You've seen it quite a few times throughout your relationship with him, so nothing was new. But now?

"Ritsu, baby," Sighing, you kissed him on the forehead, dodging his attempt to connect his lips with yours. "Not now. Possibly later."

"Why?" He complained, purposely letting his hands go limp as they brushed in between your legs, releasing chills on your skin. "I'll figure something out..."

"There's going to be four other people with us," You reasoned quite uselessly. "If they found out, you know what's gonna happen."

"Well, uhm-"

"Whaha! Leo has arrived!"

"Sorry for the delay, Arashi-senpai..."

"Leo, calm yourself down. You're embarrassing me."

Familiar voices became louder as they neared the room, and the rest of the Knights stepped in to see you sitting on Ritsu's lap, per usual, with a blanket wrapped around you too.

"My oh my~" Arashi cooed. "Looks like the two lovebirds have already gotten comfortable."

You smiled, but it was ever so slightly strained. "You could say that..." Ritsu rested his head on your shoulder, seemingly asleep, but you knew better. "Anyways, hello, Izumi, Leo, Tsukasa."

The idols said their own greetings, not bothering Ritsu due to his state, but was soon forgotten as they decided on the movie. It was tough, with almost a fistfight breaking out, but the group settled on a childhood favorite that everyone seemed to love. You and Ritsu were in the far corner, behind everyone as they relaxed and let the movie start. Thank god that Arashi turned off the lights, because...

You were... currently sitting on your boyfriends cock.

How he got you into that position so quickly, you could only question. As soon as darkness engulfed the room with the television as the only source of light, Ritsu 'woke up' and started to nip at your neck, little huffs leaving his lips as he tried his best to create friction between the two of you.

Slowly but surely your attention drifted away from the movie and soon onto Sakuma, trying to help him (and yourself) without attracting attention, which you thought was futile due to Izumi's bright blue gaze going over to you every once in a while.

"I- I can't-" Ritsu let out a miserable whine, his hands gripping your hips. You too were now getting frustrated, but all you could do was pat his thigh, making him whimper even more.

"So annoying~" Somehow Izumi had slid closer to you two, rolling his eyes. "I'd rather you do it somewhere else than here, where I'm trying to watch. Geez..."

You stared at him, mortified that he found out, but Ritsu didn't have to be told twice. Still covering you with the blanket, he scooped you up and rushed out of the room, almost tripping over in the process. You saw Arashi's head raise and turn, but thank God Izumi intervened and pulled the attention away from the two of you.

Jumping into the nearest guest room, Ritsu threw you on the bed and immediately started thrusting into you, his movements panicked and rushed. You could barely suppress the delighted moans bubbling in your throat. The male, still touch-starved, flipped over your shirt and shoved his face into your chest, his own noises reverberating against your skin.

Because you were sensitive before you almost immediately came, your abdomen convulsing and curling over as you tightened your arms and legs around him. Not too long after Ritsu came himself, sputtering out broken groans as you felt the warmth spread in your lower area.

"M'sorry..." He mumbled against your breast, feeling his cool tongue lick the exposed skin. "But then again~ not really."

Another thing you failed to forget: sex never really lasted long with him. Most of the time he immediately fell asleep after, and today wasn't any different. His muffled words soon started to slur out of drowsiness, falling into slumber. Right in your boobs.

"You're gonna suffocate yourself..." You muttered, shaking your head. But with nothing really else to do, you took the blanket again and wrapped it around the both of you as you cleaned up to the best of your ability, falling asleep with him right next to the bed.

Arashi found the two of you the next morning, obviously questioning but deciding not to bother you. And do expect your messages to be full of pictures <3.

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #ritsu sakuma smut

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lariskapargitay · 3 years ago

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Random head canons for Encanto, mainly Pepa and Félix bc they are : the best

Félix was a farmers son who sold his families wares at the market. He was always jokingly playful and flirty and charming with everyone who came to his stand, including Alma (part of the reason why she loved him and was 1000% on board with him getting together with Pepa).

Pepa tried to pretend like she wasn’t interested and tried to pretend that his persistent flirting annoyed her but a rainbow would always come out at first when he turned on the charm, and then it started getting hot and humid out when he upped the flirting

The first few times Félix came over Casita kept them a respectable distance apart, not letting them disappear into a room by themselves without being properly chaperoned… Casita acted like an over protective father, so, the next time Félix came over that’s exactly what he treated it as. Calling it, ‘Señor’, being overly respectful and prudish, shaking whatever the house equivalent of a hand is… Eventually, like he always does, he won over Casita as well

They weren’t each others firsts, but they were each others best

Pepa always liked stocky buff guys. It makes her feel protected

One of the only times Félix FLIPPED on Alma is when something was going wrong with Dolores’ birth and Pepa was FREAKING out and flooding the valley because of how terrified and emotional and scared she and Alma told her to calm down and get rid of the clouds

The second time is at Dolores’ gift ceremony. Instead of a fun go lucky time like theirs and Isabela’s, Dolores started SCREAMING and covering her ears and crying and Alma told the crying scared five year old and her panicked mother they were embarrassing the family

Bruno was supposed to walk Pepa down the aisle but after the incident she told him to leave so Alma walked her down instead. Alma also walked Julieta down the aisle when she married three years later

Pepa and Félix are considered the best dancers in the family

One of the big reasons Isabel doesn’t like Mariano is he’s way too touchy feely and overly affectionate, and she grew up idolizing the soft gentleness romance of her parents. Dolores on the other hand sees how affectionate and physical her parents are and she wants that so bad. Mariano is exactly that.

Their love language is OBVIOUSLY physical touch

Pepa always makes sure that she tells her children she loves them, and makes sure to hug them and kiss them a LOT bc she knows what it’s like to grow up with a mom who wasn’t all that physical with you

Alma hated looking into her and Bruno’s eyes when they were younger, and even now she isn’t a fan of looking at them. Pepa and Bruno always used to think it was just her being distant until they realized they had their fathers eyes and even after all this time it hurts to look at them and see Pedro

Whenever Isabel would be favored and treated special Pepa would make sure Dolores and her would have a special day out, just the two of them.

She was never jealous of Julieta, but she was jealous (and mad) how her sisters kids seemed to be favored by Alma over her own

Félix isn’t super close to Camilo, but the SECOND he overhears someone talking shit on his child because they identify as they/them, he is whipping everybody’s ass and defending tf out of Camilo.

They have had sex on every single inch of their room and on every piece of furniture

#encanto #i love pepa #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto pepa #félix x pepa #pepa headcanon

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minaramen · 3 years ago

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Sogo Osaka - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: Sparkling feelings in my heart

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Sogo: I definitely didn’t spend that much time with my uncle, but he taught me so many things

Sogo: Sometimes he came back, when my father wasn’t home. He secretly taught me how to play the guitar and let me hear some rare vinyls

Sogo: He also told me stories about some funny episodes that happened to him at live houses

Sogo:...and how much meeting music had changed him

Yamato: I already suspected that from what I’ve heard about your uncle, but now I’m sure… he was really important in your life, Sou

Sogo: The record my uncle gave me offered me the opportunity to find something I could be passionate about

Sogo: And then I met you guys

Riku: You mean we’re something you’re excited about, and that makes your heart flutter?

Sogo: Yes. It may be something presumptuous to say, but it’s thanks to my uncle’s music that I’m here

Tamaki: …hmm. Not sure…

Sogo: Tamaki kun?

Tamaki: Maybe he gave you the opportunity, yeah, but you were the one taking steps forward, Sou chan

Tamaki: You were the one who found something to be passionate about and became honest with yourself, without following the path your parents made for you. You were so brave leaving that family, Sou chan

Sogo: Tamaki kun…

Tamaki: Of course, I understand that your uncle was someone special to you. Similar to what Aya is to me

Tamaki: But you should praise yourself way more than you currently do, Sou chan. Just like when you get the highest score in a test

Mitsuki:....Tamaki is right. But you’re too kind, Sogo, and you give all the merit to the people around you

Mitsuki: Sometimes you can just say “I’m amazing!” After all, the music you create, your gentle smile and your knowledge help us a lot!

Yamato: Yeah. So please, stop judging your old self so harshly

Yamato: After all, every experience you acquired in your life is part of the person you are now

Iori:....it’s not much, but you've…really…really helped me

Iori: And I think the manager would agree

Nagi: Even if you couldn’t make songs. Even if you couldn’t sing. Even if you couldn’t dance…

Nagi: You would still be someone who absolutely deserves to be loved. And you’re loved by us

Sogo: I…I didn’t expect you guys to say such things, I don’t know what to say, it’s…

Tamaki: It’s alright. When you get kind words, just take them!

Sogo: Y-yes….thank you!

Riku: We love hearing you talk about music so passionately

Riku: You can transmit your love for music to people. It’s nice listening to you!

Iori: It’s just like when Rokuya san talks about anime. Your eyes sparkle with excitement and those who listen to you can’t help but get excited as well

Nagi: Oh! We’re otaku buddies!

Sogo: Ahah, yes. I love music and I love us as idols

Tamaki: Us as idols…Sou chan, does that means that we have a value for you?

Sogo: Of course. You’re something I would never want to lose. Just like music was to my uncle

Tamaki: Eheh. Amazing!

Nagi: Yes! We’re the best of friends!

Nagi&Riku&Tamaki: Yay!

Riku: Hey, let’s say yay all together!

Iori: D-do you mean I have to say it too?

Mitsuki: Of course, join us!

Yamato: Okay, let’s high five!

Sogo: High five?!

Riku: Ready…?

Idolish7: Yay!

*high five*

Sogo: Ahah…it’s the first time we make a room resonate with a high five

Tamaki: Yeah. Let’s do it as many times as it’s necessary to reach the sky

Tamaki: So your uncle will hear us, maybe

Sogo: Yes…

Tamaki: Are we amazing?

Sogo: We are!

Tamaki: So it doesn’t matter if I get a failing score on a test, since I’m amazing!

Iori: What does that mean?

Mitsuki: Did you get a failing score, Tamaki?

Riku: So, the paper used to make the origami crane…

Nagi: Oh…was it the test paper?

Yamato: Ahah. That failing score didn’t flap his wings so nicely, did it?

Sogo: Tamaki kun…did you really make the test paper into an origami in order to hide it…?

Nagi&Mitsuki&&Iori&Yamato&Riku&Tamaki: Ah….!

Yamato: Ah. Wait, Sou, wait. Hiding embarrassing things is something everybody does at some point

Mitsuki: Yeah, especially you, I would say

Yamato: Why the heck are you starting another fire? I was just trying to help Tama!

Iori: Since I have nothing embarrassing to hide, I can’t say I understand

Tamaki: You were embarrassed when the teacher saw you doodling on your questions paper once the test was over, and praised you saying how good you were

Iori: T-that has nothing to do with the topic at hand…

Tamaki: Reaally?

Riku: Oooh! I wanna see! I really wanna see!

Tamaki: You can always make it into an origami and destroy the evidence together with me

Iori: Don’t drag me into your bad habits!

Mitsuki: I understand, Iori! I used to draw speech balloons based on the faces of historical people on the textbook

Nagi: That’s so barbaric, drawing on textbooks and stamps…

Sogo: Being a prince, Nagi kun, these kinds of things must be…

Nagi: I used to carry around a personal notebook dedicated to drawing. However, Thorvald always waited for the right moment to confiscate it and give it back again and again

Riku: Ahah, I understand! I had a free-use notebook as well, in which I used to draw Tenn nii robots! Ah, how nostalgic…!

Sogo: How about you, Sogo?

Sogo: All my personal belongings and documents were kept under control, so I didn’t have anything like that

Tamaki: Okay, let’s do it now! Doodling I mean!

Mitsuki: Ah, so I can see another creative drawing by Sogo? I can’t wait…

Tamaki: You can use the other side of my paper test as much as you want!

Iori: Why are you suggesting we use your failed test? You should properly review it and prepare a make-up test

Sogo: ….can I try?

Iori: What!?

Sogo: Today I talked a lot about my uncle. I want to treasure this memory just like I do with the vinyl

Yamato: You’re basically matching Tama’s failed test with the memory of the vinyl…

Sogo: Fufu, I’m pretty sure that my uncle would laugh and say “your friends are pretty amazing!”

Sogo: I’ll help Tamaki kun with the make-up exam. I’ll make sure he finds time to study when he sleeps, during meals, at bath time.

Tamaki: No way!! Make sure I have time for a snack, at least!!

Mitsuki: Is that what worries you the most?!

Nagi: Make sure he also has time to play games, Sogo!

Sogo:....once the make-up exam is over, yes?

Nagi&Tamaki:....yes….

Sogo: Thank you, everybody. Since you’re here, I can understand how neither my father nor my uncle were wrong. Just like he said

Sogo: So, I’ll keep on following the path I think is right for me

Sogo: I’ll keep on creating music that pushes people’s backs, that gives people courage

Sogo: Someday I will succeed. Listen to my music when it happens, please

Mitsuki: Of course! I’m looking forward to it!

Yamato: Please, let us listen to it!

Riku: Just like you take care of your vinyl, I’m sure that there will be people treasuring your songs for all the courage and strength they received from it

Iori: Sometimes music is more eloquent than words themselves. Be sure that your songs will reach the sky, together with all the memories they’re filled with

Nagi: We could also perform all together

Tamaki: You should take care of your musc just like you do with your uncle's vinyl. It is also something you inherited after all

Sogo: Thank you, Tamaki kun, everybody…for always pushing me ahead… and thank you…

Sogo: …uncle

End

Next up: Minami Natsume - 16 Idol Album

#sogo osaka #idolish7translation #Idolish7 #16idolalbum

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dat-town · 4 years ago

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not gonna miss this chance

Characters: Han Seojun & soloist!female reader

Genre: fluff

Setting: true beauty au, set a year after the tv show’s ending timeline

Summary: Your career is on the verge of ending, hence your management puts you up to do a duet with the infamous Han Seojun. You have heard too many rumours about him to keep track of and yet, none of them could have prepared you for the feelings that came with meeting him.

Words: 4.1k

Self indulgent little snippet because he deserves happiness too.

You had heard of Han Seojun before meeting him, of course you had. Everybody who was in the industry had heard of the hot trend of a Newstagram star-turned idol and his band's shining debut from a year ago. They were told to have snatched teenage girls hearts all over Korea with their good looks and soulful music. You had heard their title track and you had to admit it was nice but nice wasn't enough in a cut-throat industry like entertainment.

Look at you, starting training at twelve, debuting at fifteen and now barely twenty-one you were on the verge of becoming a thrown away doll. Once you had been called cute and the it girl of your generation and now? People were saying you got boring just because your music had matured. Gosh, you couldn't keep singing about first love like your hit song had been for the rest of your life for god's sake. Your last album had been a flop, your company had been losing money and you were still afraid that even with a year left of your contract, they would cut you. But your manager had begged them for a chance and here it was: a collaboration with the newest love of Korea.

But the thing was, Han Seojun had quite a reputation and you didn't know who to believe. Some said he was well-mannered and hard-working. Others gossiped that he was always flirting with his makeup artists and Chen claimed he had been rude to her even when he had just been a ‘nobody’. Not that you were particularly fond of Chen either but as a fellow solo female singer you were a tad bit worried how the infamous singer would treat you.

Well, standing in front of Move Entertainment, you were just about to find out. Taking a shallow breath you followed your manager's lead, bowing to the receptionist and getting into the elevator after taking your visitor's badge. You had heard the company has gone through many changes after the executives were replaced due to the revealed Seyeon scandal but everything looked expensive, shiny and new, unlike in your small agency.

“Hey, I’m Lim Heekyung, nice to meet you. Seojun will be in a minute, too,” a woman in a pantsuit walked up to you on the right floor with a confident smile as she introduced herself. She led you to a meeting room which was apparently customized for a few people only and started preparing papers. She looked excited which was a relief and nice to see, at least someone from Move Entertainment was happy for this project apparently. You were a bit afraid they would see you like a leech, trying to cling onto their new star’s popularity.

“Shall we start? Seojun is a fan of dramatic entrances anyways,” Miss Lim laughed joyfully as if it wasn’t new to her that the idol didn’t make it on time. Ah yeah, you had heard rumours saying that he had something on the company and that was why they were so lenient with him.

You sat in silence, let your manager do the talk about the collaboration project. Seojun could play the guitar, you could play the piano, apparently it was perfect for a ballad duet, though if you used instruments yourself it added to the preparations time. But luckily, there was a songwriter named Leo at the company who had already sent in a few samples specifically for Seojun, so you didn’t have to start from zero.

“Ah, I see you started without me. What did I miss?” A tall boy opened the door wide and flipped down onto the chair across you casually. He had grown into his lanky limbs and with those wide shoulders hugged by the leather jacket, helix earrings in one ear and soft brown hair brushed to one side, it wasn’t a surprise how many female fans swooned over him. But there were a lot of handsome boys in the business, just his looks – no matter how confident he was in them based on the way he carried himself – wouldn’t make a difference.

Miss Lim patiently let Seojun know about the advances and only when she mentioned your name, did the boy glance at you. His dark brown eyes had a sharp form, just as piercing as his gaze, but the cunning smile spreading over his lips softened it a bit. He looked at you as if he wanted to see through you, to figure out how he should have approached you. You expected a snarky or arrogant comment, but in the end, he just flashed a blinding smile at you, one you could see on his posters, before turning back to Miss Lim.

“What’s the schedule?” he asked simply and you both were notified about the deadline of deciding and finalizing the song, the dates of planned recording sessions and the photoshoot. Since there would be no promotion period, it all would be done within a month and half from start to finish. You were a bit relieved hearing that and leave Move Entertainment without any confrontation.

You thought you were good at masking your wary feelings since the further meetings went well and the first recording session went okay-ish. Although both of you had been a bit scolded by the producer for not putting enough feelings into your singing. He claimed that the demo sent by Leo was much more emotional which made Seojun scoff and mumble under his nose. The PD called it for a day, making you promise to practice for next time and one by one they all left. Your manager told you that he would bring the car while you refresh yourself in the bathroom, so you really didn’t expect anyone to wait for you when you stepped out of the restroom, much less Han Seojun.

"Spit it out," he bit out barely glancing your way as he leaned against the corridor’s wall.

"What?" you spluttered as you were really taken aback by his out of blue appearance and question. The guy let out a tired sigh at your obliviousness and pushed himself away from the wall just to walk up to you, towering over your height with his.

"You look at me as if I killed your hamster or something. Which rumour about me bothers you? I fucking can't keep walking on eggshells around you, especially when it's just the two of us," he tsked and you gulped at the sudden called out. You didn’t think it bothered him, or that he was considerate enough to ‘walk on eggshells around you’, you merely thought he was so distant from everybody. It was still better than what Chen had told you.

"Oh, I… nothing. It's stupid. Sorry," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed for your your actions but Seojun apparently wasn’t satisfied without a real answer as he carried on:

"I didn't bully kids in high school but I threatened ones that deserved it, I didn't only get a pity chance from the entertainment, one of our makeup artists is actually one of my best friends, I'm not…"

"Chen told me you are rude and arrogant and have no respect for girls," you blurted out to stop him from speaking because you felt like you didn’t deserve to hear all that. He didn’t owe you any explanation for the way he was. You were just co-workers for a project after all, you had no place in his life, nor he had in yours, so he shouldn’t have been that bothered by your opinion but you understood that he felt uncomfortable due to your silent accusations.

Hearing your hasty interruption, the singer scoffed, a laugh-like sound leaving his mouth.

"Well, I have no respect for girls like Chen who harass my friends and turn their lives into hell just to go on a date with me," he said and it made you blink slowly.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Check your facts before you go around believing such crap," Seojun stepped back with a roll of his eyes.

The whole situation made you feel made about how you acted, so you wished to apologise but it fell from your lips all too carelessly: "Sorry, I was just worried. This is my last chance, so–"

"Last chance?" the guy quirked a brow at you, curious but you quickly waved his question away.

"Nevermind, I just need this song to do well."

"Of course, it will. I'm Han Seojun, it will turn to gold under my hands," he grinned and made eccentric gestures as if he was about to do magic. You couldn't help a smile. “Or well, vocal chords.”

And turn it to gold, he did.

The rest of your recording sessions went smoother, even the previously grumpy PD complimented your for the development in your chemistry. Funny, you wouldn’t have thought that the wall pulled up between the two of you mattered that much, but at least you didn’t have a knot in your stomach, nor did you worry about every small thing you did around Han Seojun. He also acted more casual, more playful, joking around when both of you had a bit of time to take a breather. He snapped silly pictures, showed off with his height, smirked when he got too close but despite all his bravado and lowkey flirting, you believed even he wouldn’t have jeopardised his career over something like this.

Maybe that's why wrapping up the recording felt a tad bit weird: you got used to his presence, his jokes, his beautiful, deep voice that you could have fallen asleep to. Sure, sometimes he was cocky, a bit rough around the edges but he was a great singer and a fun guy. The project seemed to work out well and you loved it a lot, so you hoped the listeners would appreciate it as well.

But before all that you had one photo shoot together for the promotional pictures and the single's cover. You were grateful for the simple pastel colour background and elegant setting. The warm light latte colour and the clock in the background really fit the song's vibe. Luckily, your dress was decent and pretty as well, you didn't have to feel uncomfortable in it at least. However, you didn’t expect that happy yelp coming from one of the makeup artists stepping into the dressing room. You turned to face the girl, wondering whether she was your fan judged by her excitement.

"Oh my! I'm so happy to finally meet you! Seojun told us about you so much!" she beamed at you which obviously took you back. Well, that you didn’t expect at all. He spoke of you to others? Ah. Apparently to the makeup artist who was most probably that certain one of his best friends he had told you about?

"Don't exaggerate, Imju, I mentioned her like what… once?" Seojun walked in on cue. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to avert the topic. "How's Suho?"

You had know idea who that said guy was but after a moment or two you could breathe properly once again while listening to their chatting.

“Just the usual. He’s excited about your duet.”

“Of course, he is,” Seojun grinned, a bit snarky but you could hear the proud undertones of it. When he looked at you, you were surprised by him leaning close though as he quieted down until only you could hear it. “Don’t worry, Jugyeong is really good and just stop her if she gets too gossip-y.”

“Are you talking about me behind my back, hah, Han Seojun?” The pretty girl called Jugyeong raised her fist as if she was about to hit the idol but he just laughed it off and left you two alone when he was hurried onto the set to start with his individual shoots.

“Have you known each other for a long time?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you were seated to get your makeup from her.

“Ah, almost 4 years, I think. We went to high school together. Plus, he’s best friends with my boyfriend. Though, they are always bickering like a married couple,” Jugyeong chuckled joyfully as she started with the cushion. You closed your eyes, listening as she kept going on about the time when Seojun had been obsessed with his motorbike, getting into trouble with his mother. It was strange hearing about a whole other side of him, mama's boy but the image tugged on your mouth, making you smile even though you weren't sure you had the right to know all that. You also learned that Seojun's sister was dating Jugyeong's brother and you felt so involved with the girl's trust albeit it was your last meeting, you were sure Seojun must have only told good things about you.

Hence, you felt shy under his knowing gaze when you walked out of the dressing room. He must have known that Jugyeong couldn't shut up for the life of her, so he looked a bit uncertain, too, stretching the back of his neck, forcing a cunning smile onto his smile when you took your place next to him.

To fit the ballad's theme, the setting was a piano decorated with flowers and you were instructed to sit beside him as if you were about to play a four hands piece. As you did what you had been told, you were very much aware of the way your arms brushed, his long fingers over the keys close to yours, his smile small but genuine.

"Great, great, guys! Someone help her onto the piano and Seojun, stand in front of her," the photographer directed the next scene but before any staff members would have rushed up to you, the singer next to you shushed them.

"I can do it," he insisted as he stood up and looked you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded while holding your breath back before Seojun put his hands on your waist above the fluffy tulle skirt part and counting on three, he lifted you onto the lid of the beautiful instrument.

You crossed your legs, watching in awe as your pink skirt fell down on waves but your breath hitched for an entirely different reason when you looked up, gaze meeting Seojun's feline eyes trained on you. You had never seen him look at you like that, lacking playfulness or suspicion or curiosity. He looked open, vulnerable, outright starstruck. Your lips parted meaning to ask something but your brain shut off when you heard the shutter of the camera go down and the director yelling compliments at you. It made you snap out of it and later, you blamed the evident blush on your cheeks on the makeup. Seojun blinked too, his guarded expression back in no time, finishing the photo shoot professionally, always lingering close to you, but never touching you. Even though you wouldn’t have minded.

"Hey," Seojun peeked into your dressing room just as you were about to leave, packing up, with a smile on his mouth and sparkles in his deep brown eyes. But unlike half an hour ago when he wore a fancy suit and looked at you like a prince would have looked at his princess, he acted just as casual as he looked in his denim jacket over dark tee. "Wanna grab something with me if you finished for today?"

His question took you back but first thing first you glanced towards your manager, eyes begging for permission which you had gotten with a sigh.

"Just be discreet and call me if you need me to pick you up," your manager shrugged, leaving you two alone with a knowing look that told you to be careful. You didn't need to be told though, you knew how much depended on the current public response to your image.

"Seems like a green light. Have you thought of anything specific?" you turned back to the boy with a subtle smile.

"Not really but I know a few less frequent, secluded places to avoid much talk about us," he said and you nodded, following his lead. Masks, caps and hoodies on, you barely talk on your way to the tent with the lovely ahjumma who welcomed Seojun (two heads taller than her) with a pinch of his cheeks and told you to get seated.

"Are you a regular here?" you inquire, carefully pulling down your mask since not many people are around.

"You could say that," the boy hummed letting you adjust to the place at your own pace, not pressuring you with extra reassessments about how safe it is there. Yet, he is so casual as if he wasn't afraid of a getting mobbed by Dispatch out of the blue. Not that it happened to you a lot of times but you heard stories and at such a crucial time in your career, you feared something like that more than anything.

"Do you want to come up to mine instead?" Seojun blurted out suddenly which made you wide eyed in a span of a moment as you splattered out a surprised yelp. "Come on, I don't mean anything by it. You just look really nervous being in the public," the singer said, his deep voice softening, soothing by the end and you needed to take a breather before answering. You didn't think it was so obvious but apparently you had never been a good liar with him.

In the end, you decided on going over to Seojun's place, so he asked the ahjumma to pack your food to go and you headed towards his flat a few blocks from the company. It was a small but cozy place, much softer and brighter than you expected, lots of pastels and photos of friends and family. While the boy busied himself in the kitchen, getting you plates, chopsticks and beer, you were encouraged to look around and you couldn't help but smile at his photos with not only his band members but high school friends, too. You had seen photos of his graduation with Jugyeong, then another one of his debut with her and another guy. He was a recurring person on a lot of pictures, so you assumed that he was the so-called Suho.

"He's Jugyeong's boyfriend," Seojun affirmed as he walked up to you which you acknowledged with a hum and smiled at his photos with his sister and mother. The makeup artist was right when she said he was only tough on the outside.

"You knew Seyeon?" you whispered as your gaze shifted of a picture of three boys smiling widely into the camera. The middle one was the talented boy you had known from the news of his committed suicide. Such a tragedy.

"Uhum. We were best friends. Him, Suho and me," Seojun nodded and without having to ask, he told you how they had gotten to know each other, what were their favourite past time activities and how they fell apart when he died. You could see he was hurting even now as he was talking about it, so you grazed your fingers against his knuckles as though to say you were there for him to listen, or whatever he needed.

Talking about his best friends and how a group of guys including someone named Chorong stuck by his side over the years warmed your heart. It was nice to know that not everyone had it as lonely as you who basically missed out on high school and memories from that time to be able to turn your dreams into reality. Your only friends were also in the industry but it made things both easier and harder.

"What about you? What did you mean by this being your last chance?" Seojun asked like a loaded gun but after everything he had just told you, you knew you could trust him with this and being in the industry for a while now, he must have understood, too.

You told him about the rising expectations, about your image and your company's ultimatum. It actually felt nice to talk about with someone other than your manager. Especially since Seojun seemed to understand exactly why you felt conflicted over the matter. You have given your youth to this dream of yours, so giving up on it would have felt like betraying yourself and everyone who believed in you but you weren't sure you could give it another 10 years of your life no matter how much you liked music. You had decent CSATs result, maybe you could have applied for a university program. Seojun even offered to arrange a meeting between you and Suho who was studying to become a proper songwriter.

You talked for hours and ate the tteokbokki even though it had gotten cold long ago and you couldn't remember when was the last time you had felt so light. You felt giddy even with just the tiny bit of alcohol in your system by the time you knew it was time for you to go.

Once you had felt relieved knowing that promoting your duet would be only one performance but recently, you started dreading the moment because that meant that you wouldn't have any more excuse to see Seojun. In the backstage, this time around you greeted Jugyeong like an old friend and teased to give Seojun a funny makeup before walking up to your own assigned staff members. Your look was full of sparkles and glow fitting the silver colour of your dress, completing the ethereal vibe off the stage you were going to do and the beautiful song you had grown to love so much you held it close to your heart. The last rehearsals went smoothly and if you noticed Seojun's gaze lingering a bit too long, you didn't comment on it.

"Are you nervous?" he asked before the final recording and you knew it would have been unreasonable to deny it, so you replied with a small smile.

"A bit."

"Don't be. You're pretty and you'll do amazing," he reassured you and the way he said those words oh so easy. As if they were natural. As if he believed in you and maybe this was all the reassurance you needed because when you walked up onto the stage, not taking your eyes off his, it felt like it was just the two of you there. All the stress about not being good enough, about being judged for who you were and what you wanted to do with your life was subsided as you focused on the moment, just to sing this one song with one while trying to fight your heart's crazy beating.

You didn't really have the luxury to have crushes. You had always been concentrated on your work, you couldn't let yourself have distractions, especially since love scandals always affected girl worse than guy. At least that was what you told yourself for always putting up a wall around you and guarding your heart all too well. But during the past few weeks, between playful or flirty remarks, between smiles and ruffling hair, Seojun took apart your wall brick by brick even if he wasn't aware.

So it might have been only a few days since you had last seen him but in that rare moment of boredom, alone in your room, you realized that you missed him. Hell, you liked him and the feeling made me want to scream into your pillow as if you were a silly teenager. As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a new message and seeing the KakaoTalk ID made you shy.

duet partner, han seo jun

so...

i've been thinking

you

sounds dangerous but ok

duet partner, han seo jun

don't get sassy with me, miss

you

what have you been thinking about?

duet partner, han seo jun

that i don't want to miss my chance

there's this girl i like

i thought of asking her out

do you think she would say yes?

you

oh. well... why wouldn't she?

i mean, you are talented, handsome, funny and reliable

duet partner, han seo jun

and what about my job? it's busy and a bit crazy

don't you think it would be unfair of me to ask?

you

I think you should let her decide that

duet partner, han seo jun

okay

are you free on friday?

you

um, sure?

duet partner, han seo jun

cool, then go on a date with me?

#han seo jun x reader #seojun x reader #han seojun #han seo joon #true beauty #stories #i just wanted to give him a happy end after ep16 #that's what this is about

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soramei · 4 years ago

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Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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yuta-senpai · 4 years ago

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Full Moon | Kun

- Genre: Smut. Werewolf Kun/Human Reader

- Warnings: Breeding, marking, possessive, oral (female receiving), and accidental mating.

- Word Count: 1.7k

You looked out the window and eyed the full moon. You knew it was going to be a full moon, you had to know the moon schedule, it was important in your life. Yes, the moon is important to many people for various reasons but for you, it had to do with your partner.

Kun was different from everybody else, he has a secret. It’s one the fans could never know about, and one that many idols have. The kpop idol world is full of supernatural beings. SM predominantly worked with werewolves, JYP fairies, Bighit vampires, and for other companies it varied. This meant the members of NCT didn’t perform on full moons, as they had no control, the wolves took over. It was scary to think about the fact that all these people are basically worshipping supernatural entities, that would happily kill them if given the chance. They took suppressants and went through courses to learn how to keep their instincts under control, but sometimes they couldn't control it. Accidents had happened and it was the company's job to cover it. When you started dating Kun you found out on accident, he got worked up, and his canines had grown and hair grew on his hands. It was shocking at first, but you accepted him for who he was and now helped take care of him.

On days of full moons, they were chained up since they would lose control.

This was the only way to keep people safe.

You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard a low growl behind you and you turned around to see glowing hazel eyes. Your eyes widened, he had gotten out of the restraints.

His voice was deeper, you could hear a slight growl.

You stepped towards him cautiously. “Kun, why are you out of the restraints?”

He sniffed the air, “Woman, I can smell you are in heat.”

“Kun you know I am human and don’t go into heat.”

He sniffed again, “I’m not Kun right now, you know that. You are ready for pups. I smell it, don’t lie.” He growled and stepped forward.

“No Kun, it’s the wolf talking.”

“Don’t lie, I know you are ready to be bred. I’m gonna breed you.”

Your breathing quickened, and you looked around trying to figure out what to do.

“Kun wants this too. He has been wanting to pump you full of pups for months. But he is a pussy and wouldn’t ask. So I am taking care of that.”

He stalked closer, “I can smell your arousal too. I know you want to fuck his wolf side, let me wreck that little pussy of yours.”

You gulped nervously, he took a step towards you and you took one back. Your back pressed against the wall and he put his hands up beside your head.

“I won’t hurt you. Kun very much loves you, and he would probably kill himself if I ever injured you.”

He ran his hand along your cheek, his nails significantly longer now, and you flinched.

His eyes softened for a moment, the glow lessening “I told you I won’t hurt you.”

His voice returned to normal Kun’s voice, “I won’t let him hurt you okay. But I can’t stop him from doing this just trust me.”

He leaned forward and kissed you. You melted in his hold, the kiss full of passion and love. But soon the wolf took back over, a low growl leaving his throat. He licked across your bottom lip and you opened your mouth allowing him access.

He groaned and pushed his knee between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth. His tongue ran across yours before he pulled back and looked at you. His eyes glowed hazel again, “Oh how I have wanted to do this.”

He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder then he walked towards the bedroom. He roughly threw you down onto the bed, your body bouncing against the plush mattress.

“I want you to know now, I will not go easy on you. Understood?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

He grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped it off, making you gasp.

He smirked, “Oh so you like seeing me use my strength? I knew you wanted this side.”

You looked away embarrassed and he smacked your thigh, “I asked you a question.”

“Yes, I do like it.”

He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you. You felt extra small below his daunting figure with the gaze he held in his eyes.

He snarled, his prominent canines showing, “Can’t wait to be buried in that little cunt of yours, but first I wanna taste you.”

He gripped the hem of your pants, “Wai-”

He watched you closely and he growled against your clit at the sight, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

He ripped your pants and panties open then pulled them off your legs. You whimpered, “Damnit, I liked those pants.”

“Kun will buy you new ones. Be quiet.”

He placed your knees on his shoulders and hovered over your core. He took in a deep breath, “Smell fucking amazing.”

His tongue licked from your core up to your clit, and he moaned against you, “Taste amazing too.”

You grabbed onto his hair and he growled, “Pull my hair, I like it.”

You pulled his hair as his tongue ran against your clit at an insane pace. Your legs shook on his shoulders, and loud whimpers left your lips.

Your grip on his hair tightened as you neared your high. He slipped his tongue inside, then back up to your clit. His tongue moving expertly, and you whimpered.

He used one hand to hold your hips down and the other to keep your legs spread.

“A-ah so close.”

Your toes curled and your thighs clamped around his head, and your hips bucked up.

Your thighs shook against his hand and shoulder.

His voice came out in a growl, “Cum.”

The vibrations of his voice paired with his tongue movements sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair extra hard as waves of pleasure ran over you, and your whole body shook.

Your vision blurred and your breathing picked up.

Once you relaxed in his hold he backed away and smirked evilly, “You really liked that.”

You blushed and looked away.

He stroked himself a few times and eyed you sitting in front of him.

“No shame, I see why Kun likes doing that. So responsive to touches.”

He stood up from the bed and removed his sweats and underwear. “Take your shirt off unless you want it ripped.”

You sat up quickly and took your shirt off throwing it off to the side.

The bed dipped behind you, and sharp fingernails dug into your hips. You whimpered, and he growled lowly.

“On all fours, now.”

You flipped over, your ass up in the air. You shook your ass and he groaned, “I’m gonna pump you so full.”

His wolf was behaving really well, better than you would have expected.

You looked back and his eyes were extra golden, his canines even more prominent. You gulped nervously and watched as he guided himself into you. A howl coming from his lips as he sunk in.

His pace was fast and rough, and he growled with almost every thrust.

“Don’t look.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and roughly turned your head forward. He gave you no time to adjust before he pulled out and thrust all the way back in, your body lurching forward.

He grunted and his nails dug into your hips further, likely drawing blood from you. He leaned down and kissed all along your back, leaving marks. “Mine.”

“Gonna fill you up with pups. Can’t wait to see you pregnant with my pups.”

“Yeah, you wanna be a daddy? Wanna fill me up?”

He tightened his hold on your hair and groaned, “Fuck, keep talking like that, and I’m gonna cum fast.”

“Maybe I want that.”

He chuckled, “So desperate for my cum you don’t even want to cum. Such a little cum slut.”

He changed his angle and started thrusting faster, making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You reached behind you and gripped his hair, and he buried his head into your neck. You felt a sharp pain, and then pleasure coursed through your entire body.

He groaned against your skin as he filled you up, and everything was blurry from the pleasure. You came right after him, and based on the low growls against your neck it felt good. He removed his teeth, pulled out, and flipped you over onto your back.

You gasped in surprise and grabbed onto his biceps.

He sunk back into you and picked up a quick pace fast. He placed both of your legs around his waist and he held onto your waist to keep you from moving up the bed.

He leaned down and littered your chest with hickeys, “The world needs to know who you belong to.”

His hips still snapped into yours at a rapid pace and you held onto his arms.

He bit down into your neck again on the same spot as before, and he snarled, “My mate.”

“Ahhh Kun how are you still going?”

He smirked, “Didn’t you know my stamina is higher, and I can finish multiple times.”

Your eyes widened, this was gonna be a long night.

You felt your heart soften. The two of you had spoken about mates, but he never would tell you if you were his.

You woke up the next morning in his arms and moved around to face Kun. His face had softened back to normal, his nails shortened, and his canines went back to normal.

He grunted with each thrust and came again, “You better have pups after this.”

The two of you had sex 3 more times, and you couldn’t move after the abuse he put your body through.

He yawned and pulled you closer, “Good morning beautiful.”

“Good morning Kun.” You could barely speak after all the moaning.

He buried his head in your neck then froze, and sniffed. “Did I bite you?”

You nodded and his eye widened, “I’m so sorry, but I gave you a mate mark last night.”

“What?”

“That mark will never go away, it means we are mated.”

You looked at his nervous face, “That’s fine Kun, you know I love you.”

He pulled you in and kissed you.

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hanibalistic · 3 years ago

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#FFD500 | PARK JISUNG.

genre | fluff, meet cute au, strangers au

word count | 1781

warning | smoking

with suit and tie, styled hair, minimal makeup, and a heavy name on his back, jisung realized he could not do it. he could not bring himself to enter the main scene of high school prom.

nervous sweat drenched his hands and he hastily wiped away at the side of his hips. the blinking neon lights coming through the small windows of the assembly hall doors, and the loud blasty music that belonged to none other than his very own idol group made him feel isolated in this dark, empty school hallway he has barely walked across since he got accepted into the school.

there was no point in this. there was no point in attending. donghyuck had encouraged him the most when he was debating whether he wanted to go to prom; he said it could help with blowing off some steam, and there might even be a possibility of meeting someone eccentric, like how he did when he decided to attend prom two years back. jisung had believed him, and now he realized he should not have.

he barely attended school because of his conflicting schedule as a worldwide idol. logically speaking, he shouldn't even be allowed to graduate with the number of absences in his record, but he did so with flying colors anyway. he was everyone's friend and he has no friends; there would be no one to talk to inside, and the clear superiority in accomplishment he held might make things embarrassing and awkward for him.

he understood why donghyuck would deem his experience at his prom great. it was because he knew how to talk, he knew how to charm, and he was never shy around people. jisung believed his story when he talked about the student he frantically danced with under artificial lights. for donghyuck, having met someone eccentric was merely a fortunate coincidence, if not a miracle that he met someone exactly like him.

jisung was nothing like that. he knew he was nothing like that. dealing with strangers, let alone the mysteriously off ones, was never his forte. he would just make a fool of himself, he would not be having a good time.

going to prom was a bad idea. he should leave.

"jesus–watch it!"

"ah..." his voice dimmed as he immediately turned toward the direction of where the explosive voice came from. his hurrying steps halted to a stumble before a stop, and he eyed you up and down carefully before he dipped his head. "sorry... i–i didn't mean to scare you."

"i wasn't scared, just startled," you retorted quickly, but your voice was much calmer than your initial snap. tapping the lit cigarette in your hand lightly with your index finger, you mumbled as you eyed him with mild curiosity after your angry brows faded, "you came out in a hurry. forgot you had an award show to attend to, hmm?"

"oh–no, it's not that–" jisung paused abruptly, he wasn't sure why. when you raised a brow at him, almost impatiently it seemed, he gulped down a nervous knot and scratched the back of his head. "sorry, i just.. i didn't think you would know me."

you blinked at him as you swiped your tongue against your teeth, clicking with what jisung could not tell was menace or disinterest. either way, they were both bad. taking a short puff of the cigarette, you exhaled a cloud of smoke before you mused, "who said i know you, park jisung?"

he gulped, visibly distraught and confused.

"you just said–"

"i just what?"

he gulped again when his meek sentence was cut off so quickly. not even his brothers have interrupted him like this before, at least not with the genuine intention to anyway. it seemed that at this moment, he further came to the realization just how well he was taken care of by everyone around him, because could such a simple jab to a social interaction cause him such anxiety if he was used to it?

(he was glad he wasn't used to it.)

"what is a hotshot like you doing here anyway?" you fired the sudden question, looking to him with intrigue.

you were never one to engage in idol activities. you weren't even in this school to become an artist; you were forced here by your parents who stood somewhere in the industry. one day they realized you had the voice and the range to deserve the spotlight, and here you were stuck in those shit-ugly, overdue-banana-colored uniforms, trying to be a star you didn't want to be.

but jisung—you knew jisung. everybody knew jisung. your classmates, the teachers, that random american tourist who asked you for directions in the street, that kpop warrior online who kept screenshots of netizen articles and translating them out of context. everybody knew jisung, but very few knew him enough.

you didn't care much for him, but your curiosity just had to be fulfilled now that you were seeing him in person. what was he doing here, in a suit and sweating through his hair? did he always talked this shyly or was it your typical idol persona act? were you scaring him and should you do it even more to purposefully leave a bad impression?

your stare was confronting in this silence. granted, it was his turn to speak, so he was at blame for your lingering gaze on him. "i thought... i thought maybe i could go to prom," he finally replied quietly.

you hummed in acknowledgment, then you tilted your head. you looked behind your shoulder into the school, your eyes briefly grazing past the colorful doors that were the entrance to literal teenage hell, and you jabbed your thumb toward the direction. "prom is that way, though, dumbo."

"i know that," jisung said, embarrassed. "i just... i don't have friends."

you laughed, and once again jisung couldn't tell if you were genuinely amused or it was a response of mockery. inhaling carefully, you longing exhaled the smoke as your dazed eyes looked past him, with a smile so vague it seemed unnatural.

"what are you talking about? you've got friends. you got friends everywhere!"

"i... i don't?"

"sure you do!" you exclaimed boldly as you stretched your arms out to the sky, eyes ablaze at the stars above. "they are everywhere for you, jisung. you got friends everywhere because everyone wants to be your friend. you have options, you are just not taking them!"

"but they're not–" he licked his lower lip nervously, feeling a sense of sorrow cast over him upon the teenage loneliness he gained in trade for his success. "they're not real friends."

you paused.

real friends?

you paused; motions stopped, arms empty without strength, and eyes hallow with confused questioning. you stared at jisung as if he was a foreign creature who had said something absurd, so absurd you had to decide whether you wanted to ridicule him or interrogate him first.

what are real friends, anyway?

people who love you but do nothing about it, people who say they love you but do not, people who act upon loving you but do not? people who leave you alone at a bad time because you asked them to, people who would not leave you alone at a bad time even if you asked them to, people who knew how to juggle in between? people who comfort you because they understood you, people who advise because they could not understand you, people who try to relate to you because it was what they knew to be comfortable?

which one of those was real? were any of them fake simply because you didn't like it? when did you get crowned the decision-maker?

what are real friends, anyway? why does it matter, anyway?

why does truth matter if the lies treat you so well?

when you made up your mind to do both, you began to move fluidly again. your lips opened to breathe, and you chuckled sardonically at his naivety.

"what do you need the realness for? lies are lies only if it bothers you, essentially meaning you don't really need the absence of lies," you said. "who cares about real friends, you just need friends. don't you think you are expecting too much from humanity?"

there was sympathy in jisung that he did not know had risen. the basis of the situation, of why you came to the conclusion that people were less than gentle and kind, he knew nothing of but he was sorry for. whether something has happened in your life, or if you simply grew to be cynical, the lack of tiny joys in life must be a terrible feast.

he also knew he hasn't the energy and wit to argue himself to victory; his humanism, the desire to prove that people are good because his people have been good, would not be enough to shake you.

"shouldn't you stop smoking?" he asked, promptly changing the subject.

you removed the cigarette from your mouth, brows furrowed in annoyance now that the attention was directed toward you. you exhaled the smoke slowly from your throat, and you tilted your head up to the sky where you gently said, "maybe not. i just can't seem to die."

your god-given voice just wouldn't let off.

"do you plan to go back in after then? smelling like smoke?" he asked.

"don't mock me boy." you grinned with a glare hanging off the corner of your mouth. "and no, i am not going back in. i don't have friends, but unlike you, i just don't have friends because i am a raging asshole."

jisung finally breathed out a giggle, but it was abruptly short. he covered his mouth and lowered his head, only peeking up at you occasionally. "well, if it's any consolation, i don't think you're all that bad."

your eyes fluttered as you silently tapped your cigarette. he was just as you expected but a little more. you could understand why people like him so much now; his innocence wasn’t a drag, it was a charm.

you gave him a silent but thankful smile before you looked away. "yeah. thanks."

jisung thought you looked less angry now; eyes at the stars, wishful and longing to be above. the blush that blossomed on his cheeks remained despite the faded nervousness, maybe it was because he felt a fondness toward you he usually wouldn't toward the people he spend his time around; you were a classmate, someone his age, someone who could understand him if allowed.

an eccentric stranger that donghyuck suspected he might meet.

maybe it was a good idea that he never went to prom.

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chrizbang · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Romance, eventual smut

Warnings: idol!Chan, kissing

Word count: 1.782

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this"

After a few days, Chan finally managed to get some free time for your movie date. This time, Mia wasn't able to help you get ready because she was on a trip with her boyfriend. Still, she sent you a text giving you some tips so you could look the best for your second date. You knew that it was going to happen at Chan's house again and his friends would be there, so you decided to wear something simple, a t-shirt and blue jeans. You weren't as nervous as on the first date because you saw how sweet Chan was, but it didn't mean that you weren't nervous at all. Especially because you were going to meet his friends, except for Hyunjin, which you were already introduced to. You decided to take a look a Stray Kids' songs so you would at least an idea of what was expecting you. You were awestruck. You were never interested on K-pop, but they were so talented. The singing, the rapping, the dancing, all of it was fascinating. You watched some live performances and you couldn't take your eyes off Chan. His stage presence, his voice and, his dancing were a dangerous combo. And you had to admit that you enjoyed way too much the performances where he would lift his shirt up or he would wear crop tops. You didn't realize that it was getting late and you had to leave for your date. When you arrived at his house, you took a moment to take a deep breath and to calm yourself down. If Chan's friends were as nice as him, it would all be okay. You stopped in front of the door and knocked on it. You waited but nobody answered. You knocked again and somebody finally answered. "Oh, hello there," a guy with a pretty smile said when he opened the door. "Hi," you shyly said. "Please come in," he suggested, giving you space so you could come inside. The house looked the same as the last time you went there, but this time the house was way fuller. "Guys, Y/N is here," the boy announced and everyone got up to greet you. You couldn't see Chan anywhere so it made you feel a little timid. Each one of them introduced themselves to you and they all looked like they were nice people. Felix even hugged you tight, he looked really excited to meet you. "It's good to see you again, Y/N. Please take a seat," Hyunjin said, pointing to the couch in the middle of the living room. "Where's Chan?" you timidly asked, almost whispering. "He's getting ready. He was working on the studio until some minutes ago so he got a little late," he said, apologetically. "Oh, it's okay." They engaged in a conversation and you stayed there, watching them, not knowing what to say. "Guys, you are going to scare the guest away with all this noise," Chan said, entering the living room. You felt your heart stutter a nervous tempo in your chest when you heard his voice. Chan walked around the couch, his eyes never leaving you. Jisung was sitting by your side and Chan made a movement with his hand, telling him to get up so he could sit there. "Hi," you smiled when he sat next to you. "Hi. Sorry for being late, I had a lot of work today."

"It's fine."

"What are we going to watch?" Seungmin asked. "How about we let our guest choose?" Minho suggested. Everybody looked at you and you had to restrain yourself from running away. "Anything for me is fine," you remarked. "Let's watch a horror movie then," Changbin said. The movie started and everyone took a seat. The couch you were sitting on had only two sits, so there was only you and Chan. You had your hand on top of your thigh for a moment. Suddenly, you felt the warm skin of Chan's hand touching yours. He held your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I told you I would hold your hand," he whispered in your ear. You looked at him and smiled.

For a moment, you felt a wave of boldness in your body and you decided to lay your head on Chan's shoulder. Didn't take long before his head was laying on top of yours too, making you feel safe and cozy. "You know what? This movie is really good but we have some work to do at the studio, right Jisung?" Changbin whined, looking at Jisung. It took a moment for him to answer since he was too interested in the movie. "Oh, yeah." Jisung briefly looked at Chan. "We have a lot to do." "It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Changbin said before leaving the room with Jisung, who waved at you enthusiastically. The room was quiet again for a while until you heard someone yawning. "I think we should go to sleep," Minho stretched his body and got up from the couch. "Yeah, it's getting late and we had a lot of practice today," Felix said. "Enjoy the movie, guys," Minho purred, looking at you. By his expression and the tone of his voice, he looked like he was kind of teasing you. Chan's hand stopped holding yours, making you feel upset for a moment. until you felt his arm around your shoulder. "This movie is boring. I'm gonna play video games," Jeongin complained, getting up and going to his room. "I'm going with you," Hyunjin said. They both stopped and looked at Seungmin as if they were waiting for something. Seungmin frowned and followed them. "Bye, Y/N," he said before going up the stairs with his friends. So there you were, just you and Chan, in the living room, alone. You felt Chan's body getting closer to yours, which made your heart skip a beat.

His hand started to play with the hair at the back of your neck and you had to use all the strength you had to stop yourself from shivering. "Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked you "Yeah. I like horror movies." "Me too." After some minutes, you broke the silence. "Chan?" "Yeah." Chan looked at you, all his attention was on you. "Did you plan with your friends to leave us alone?" "Uhm...maybe?" You laughed, hiding your face with your hands. "I hope it's not a problem," he said, giving you the cutest look. There was no way that you would be upset at him. "I thought it was funny. That wasn't very natural." "I know," he laughed. There was an awkward silence for a moment. Your attention was on the TV but you noticed that he was looking at him, which made you look at him. "Can I- Can I kiss you?" "Yes." Chan slowly got closer to you. His eyes were on yours until he looked at your lips, making him lick his lips. When his lips finally touched yours, you felt your breath catching in your throat. His lips were soft and warm, making you want more. His left hand held delicately onto your neck while his right one grabbed your waist. You let your hand run through his chest while the other held onto the collar of his shirt. The kiss was sweet and slow, with passion radiating from both of you. You don't know how long you kissed because you got lost in the feeling of his lips on yours. Eventually, you stopped to catch your breath. You looked at Chan and he had the prettiest smile on his face, his lips red and swollen from the kissing. "You have no idea how much I wanted to do this," he purred. You smiled and tried to hide your face but Chan didn't let you. "Don't be shy," he whined. "I really like you, Chan," you said before you could stop yourself. Chan widened his eyes, surprised by your words. You started to panic, thinking that you taking things ahead of yourself. But you felt a wave of relief when Chan kissed you again, holding your face with your hands. "You have no idea how much I like you, Y/N," he whispered, against your lips. "Ever since I met you, I have to work harder to keep myself focused because I keep thinking about you all the time. You are getting me in trouble." "It's not my intention," you laughed. "Do you wanna eat something?" he asked. "I wanna kiss you." Chan smiled. He kissed you again but this time, the kiss was more intense. He ran his tongue on your lips and when you opened your mouth, he slid his tongue inside of it. You lightly sucked on it and Chan left a small moan to leave his mouth. You had to press your legs together after hearing him like that. You grabbed his hair, playing with his tongue. Chan explored your mouth as you kissed, while he held your body close to his. You had had to stop, again, to take a breath. "Shit," you said when you looked at the hour on your phone. "I really have to go home." "I'll take you home." Chan got up, looking for his shoes. "Oh no, you don't have to, I'll get an Uber." "I'm not gonna let you take an Uber this late at night," he insisted. "But what if somebody sees us together. Isn't this going to get you in trouble?" "It's really late. I don't think it's going to be a problem." You finally accepted Chan's ride. He kept talking to you about some stuff but you only paid attention to how sexy he looked while he drove. The sleeve of his shirt clung to his arm so tightly, like it's was going to be ripped apart any moment. The veins on his arms looked delicious. You knew that Chan was extremely attractive but kissing him made you see stuff from another perspective. "Here we are, Y/N," Chan said after stopping the car in front of your apartment. "Thank you for taking me home," you purred slowly. "Anything for you." "You are so charming," you rolled your eyes. Chan simply shrugged and laughed. "I'm going inside. Bye, Chan." "Bye. Have a good night." You left the car slowly, trying to hide how embarrassed you were. Chan stayed inside of his car and you knew he was watching you because you felt his eyes on you. You unlocked the door and entered inside but you stopped for a moment. You took a deep breath. Why not? "Chan," you called him before he had a chance to leave. "Do you want to come inside?"

A/N: thank your for reading!

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jisungsplatforms · 4 years ago

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[Chapter V: Han Jisung, you irresistible young man!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! language, mentions of homicide (no one actually dies!), oral sex (m. rec) (yes again), exhibitionism

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k words

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“You’re evil,” Jisung pouted, pulling down on his oversized shirt to cover his still semi-hard on as the two of you walked down the hall. You snickered, enjoying the way he walked almost painfully.

“Sorry,” you grinned. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“For you!” he cried. He leaned closer to your ear and hissed quietly, “You’re not the one who has a boner!” You quickened your pace, turning your head to throw a wink and a kiss. Jisung grumbled, awkwardly waddling faster to catch up to you. “Minx. You evil she-devil of a minx!”

“Hey, is it my fault you get horny easily?”

“Yes! It’s you, for fucks sake! Have you seen yourself?” he huffed. “You’re on my mind 24/7, do you even know how much you affect me?”

Your heart raced. You rolled your eyes and laughed him off, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your flustered expression. Scoffing playfully, you said, “Now that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“Y/n~! Stop!” he whined.

You briefly glanced at his reddened face and sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You were about to enter the canteen until Jisung grabbed your wrist.

“I know how you can make it up,” he said with a somewhat timid look. He took a deep breath before stating more boldly. “Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what?”

“Let’s go on a date. After school. Tonight.” Jisung stared at you with a newfound determination meanwhile your face grew hotter and hotter by the second. You stared at his reddened face, contemplating, before sighing.

“What time?”

“Oh, what? Seriously?” he gaped. “Holy shit. YES!” He threw his fists up in the air, hollering. “Oh my God, fuck yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he rejoiced, despite the slight embarrassment you felt from the scene he was causing. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you camly shushed him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just—wow. I really landed a date with the hottest person I know,” he chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the top of his fluffy blond hair.

You giggled, moving his hand away from his head to hold it instead. “Better show up all dolled up for me, pretty boy.”

“Pff, I always look good, Y/n. What’re you talking about?” Jisung smirked, obnoxiously holding his head up high. You rolled your eyes at his playful arrogance.

“Watch it. I can change my mind anytime.”

“I know you won’t.” He brought your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The rate of your heart beat increased, body tingling in adoration. Jisung smiled, letting go of your hand. “Gotta go now, I need to work on some stuff with Chan and Changbin today, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yup, see you soon!” You waved goodbye as Jisung walked away. He was only 5 steps in when he turned around and started walking backwards to speak.

“Tonight’s gonna be a surprise! Just be ready by 6, okay?” he called out.

“Okay!” You watched his retreating figure until he was halfway out of the hall. You walked happily into the canteen, thinking about your date with Jisung.

‘5:56pm’

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve been mindlessly brushing the ends of your hair. Placing the brush back down onto your coffee table, you stood up to check your outfit on the reflection of the blackened TV screen for the umteenth time, bending down to sweep off any dust from your flowy pants. Now, you weren’t typically the type to obsess over your appearance, but tonight is certainly an exception, right? Grabbing the lip balm in your bag, you slathered on a thin layer of the sweet scented stick, smacking your lips together with a ‘pop’, and placed back inside. A notification went off from your phone. Recognizing the unique ringtone immediately, you hastily bent down to grab it.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: im outside!

Me: Coming out now!

You rushed to the front door, grabbing your keys and switching off the lights in the living room in the process. You double checked everything in your apartment one last time before leaving.

“Hey.”

You jolted in surprise seeing Jisung leaning on the wall right in front of your door. “What the fuck, Jisung, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he laughed, standing up straight. “I saw Hyunjin earlier and told him about our date. He looked pretty excited.”

“Yeah?” you said as you turned around to lock your door. “Is that why you were standing in front of my door like a creep?”

You giggled at Jisung’s incredulous expression. “I wouldn’t say ‘like a creep’ but yeah, he’s the reason why I found your apartment.”

“Still sounds like a creeper thing to do,” you teased. “I never told you exactly where I lived, that’s lowkey freaky.”

“Oh, uh...Sorry?”

You walked up to him, smiling at his embarrassed face. “It's okay. You’re cute so I’ll allow it.” Grabbing his hand, you led him to the elevator. “Let’s go?”

Jisung instantly smiled, walking fast so he can be the one leading you instead. “Mhm!”

Instead of driving or taking a taxi, the two of you walked. Not that you mind, at least the night was cool enough for you to not sweat. “So? Where are you taking me first?”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you tonight is a surprise?” Jisung grinned. “No questions, no doubting. Just trust me tonight.”

“Well, for all I know, you might be a murderer luring me out for my last night.”

“Please. If I was a murderer, I would’ve killed Hyunjin and Felix for stealing my cheesecake earlier.”

You snorted. “Wait, you like cheesecake?”

“Yup! And chocolate cake! God, I love those.” He looked at you excitedly. “I think it was my mom who got me into cheesecake? She isn’t the type to like sweets that much but cheesecake is the only dessert she genuinely loves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I remember my brother and I used to go to the store a lot to buy it for her.”

“Cute,” you giggled. You walked a few more blocks before Jisung stopped you.

“Aaand...We’re here!” You looked past him to see a small Italian restaurant. The inside looked homey, not too extravagant, with only a handful of customers inside. It had a minimalistic vibe that you very much enjoyed.

You couldn't help but chuckle. “Cheesy” you joked. “Were you hoping we would ‘Lady and the Tramp’ this?”

“Oh my God,” he gasped exaggeratedly, “that would've been so cool! But no, I heard from Minho one time that you like pasta, so I did some research and found this comfy, and more importantly, affordable place!”

“Aww,” you cooed. “You did research for me?”

“Psh, of course I did! I wanted to impress you,” he said cockily. “So, are you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh yeah, very much impressed.” You reached over to pat his leather jacket. “Especially with this sexy jacket you’re wearing.” Jisung turned bashful, fumbling with the zipper on his sleeve.

“What? Too much?” he chuckled stiffly. “Changbin actually helped me, believe it or not. He told me you’d find me irresistible if I dressed up like this.”

You took a step back to admire his outfit. From his blond hair nicely styled, to the black ripped jeans he wore that showed off his slender legs, to the runstar hike Converse he wore often. Oh yeah, this man is hot shit, you thought, biting your lip. You looked back up to seeing him fidgeting with his black mock-turtleneck with a flushed face. You giggled, gingerly placing a warm hand on his face so he could face you. “You look good, Sung,” you smiled softly, as opposed to the not-so-innocent thoughts running through your mind. “Changbin’s right, by the way. You do look irresistible.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. “But to be honest, I find you irresistible no matter what,” you winked flirtatiously, causing him to blush even more and smile giddily. You walked inside the restaurant, instantly catching the faint scent of cinnamon. Ooh Sweet… You stood near the door, waiting for a host to seat you. After 3 minutes, someone finally came by.

“Hello! I apologize for the wait, we’re just slightly short staffed tonight.”

“Felix?” you and Jisung said. Felix’s eyes widened, just realizing it was you two.

“Y/n? Jisung?” he gasped. “Hey! I didn’t know you guys were going out already.”

“We’re, well. Not official yet,” you said. “We’re still in the ‘talking’ stage, right?”

Jisung nodded, humming in agreement. “But this is still a date though.”

“Lit,” Felix cheered, fistbumping Jisung. “I’ll show you to your table now.” Your host led the both of you to the corner of the restaurant. As you sat on the chair, Felix handed you some menus.

“So my bros, I’m Felix, everybody’s favorite little freckled Aussie, and I’ll be your server for tonight.” He bowed like he would during a curtain call of a play.

“Your theatre side is coming out, Felix. Is it intermission now?” Jisung joked. You snorted while Felix rolled his eyes.

“Just give me your drinks for tonight.”

Without looking from the menu, you answered, “Water.”

“Just get me any soda you have, man. Thanks!”

“Aight. I’ll be back in 2 minutes to get your orders.” Felix walked back to the host stand to seat another set of customers. You sat in silence, skimming through your options on the menu.

“Didn’t know Felix worked here,” Jisung announced.

You shrugged. “Me neither. I guess that’s why he’s been so busy.” Another wave of silence hit the both of you. You calmly looked at the food presented on the pamphlet. However, Jisung couldn’t take the quietness.

“Remember that photography assignment you’ve been working on?” he paused, waiting for your acknowledgment. You hummed, making eye contact with him. “How is it?”

You grunted, stretching your back. “Honestly. It’s a lot harder than I thought,” you sighed. “I’ve taken countless photos already but none of them seem to resonate within me. I feel so...”

“Trapped? Blocked?”

You stared at him, the mood now oddly serious. “Yeah...Nothing seems to feel right. It’s like I’m missing something.”

“Man, I feel you,” Jisung sighed. “Lately I’ve been feeling that too. You know how many songs I’ve trashed cause they didn’t sound the way I wanted it to?”

“The life of an artist, am I right?” you joked tiredly. He nodded, patting your hand empathetically. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Felix walking back to your table. “Oh shit, Felix is coming back. Hurry up and decide what to get!”

Pain. That was all the two of you could feel.

Your head was on the table, clutching your full stomach. You looked up to see Jisung blankly staring up at the ceiling. Is he still breathing?

All of a sudden, he looked down at you, a smile beginning to form from the corners of his mouth. “You too?”

You groaned, the pain in your stomach coming back. “Why did we order so much goddamn food?”

“Go big or go home,” he weakly cried out, raising his fists up. You laughed in amusement, regretting it immediately after when your stomach started to ache again.

“Holy crap, we’re gonna die in here.”

“‘Least we’re dying happy?”

“Is—shit...A-are guys okay?” Felix asked, worriedly. The sight of your empty eyes greatly concerned him.

“Just had too much food. We’re good,” Jisung answered, giving him a thumbs up.

“Barely,” you muttered as you slowly lifted your head up.

“I wanted to ask if you guys wanted dessert but nevermind…” he eyed you both. You and Jisung made eye contact together before looking back at your friend.

“What’s the special?” you both asked simultaneously.

“Nuh uh. I’m not about to be responsible for your deaths. Go home!”

You pouted. “Come on, Felix. Don’t you love us?”

“Yeah, bro! We can take it, let’s go!”

“If I go to jail for potential homicide, I swear to God,” he sighed. “Fine. The special for tonight is a chocolate cheesecake sprinkled with shreds of Belgian chocolate.”

Both your eyes lit up. You looked back at each other as if you were speaking telepathically. Chocolate cheesecake?

“I’ll get you both only one slice!” Felix scolded. “If you guys need to puke, the restroom is down the hall behind you to your left.” Your freckled friend walked away, into the kitchen, as he glanced back at your drained forms.

“Gosh, now we’re really gonna die in here,” you whispered.

Jisung snorted as he hung his head back over the chair, “At least I’m dying with you.” You stared at his limp figure for a while before feeling the urge to take a picture. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you dug for your phone, finding it, then pulled it out. You swiped to the camera screen and took some candid photos of Jisung. “Hey, hey! Do it again!”

You looked up to see him pouting. “I know I’m handsome but if you wanted to take some pictures, you gotta tell me!” he said, sitting up and fixing his hair. You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement.

“Fine. Smile!”

Jisung smiled, winking as he threw up a peace sign. You took two pictures before looking up. “Okay, do something else now.” Now he pointed his index finger and thumb out, placing it under his chin. He winked again, now smiling with his teeth. Then, switching to another pose; he puffed his cheeks, hands cupping his face with his lips pursed. “One more.”

He switched from a cute pose to morphing his face into an ugly one. You laughed, “Gross!” The two of you took a couple more fun pictures together.

“Wow, I’m so handsome. Look at that,” he said. You were about to reply when you saw Felix walking back up to your table.

“Okay, bad news guys. I for real didn’t plan this, but we ran out of dessert.”

“Aww, seriously?” Jisung pouted, looking up at Felix.

He hissed, rubbing Jisung’s back. “Yeah, sorry guys. I guess chocolate cheesecake is in high demand here.”

You watched Jisung frown deepen more, slightly feeling bad. “We can go out to buy some, if you want, Sung,” you offered, holding his hand. He turned his hand so that he was able to hold it properly.

Sighing, he said whilst chuckling to lighten up his mood, “Nah. This is probably a sign for us to stop eating.” He let go of your hand, much to your dismay, and faced Felix. “It’s alright, dude. Maybe next time!”

“I feel bad,” Felix muttered. “I’ll make it up to you guys next time, promise!”

“It’s okay, Lix, it’s not your fault,” you said. “We’ll just get the check now then.”

Felix reached into his apron. “Yeah, here it is,” he said, handing you the black bill holder before walking away. “Sorry, again!”

As You were reaching for your bag to grab your wallet, Jisung stopped you. “I’m paying,” he announced. You gave him a stank look before swatting his hand away.

“I can pay too, you know?”

He refuted. “No, I’m a gentleman. That means me paying for our meal is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Equal rights.”

“My treat.”

The both of you tightly gripped onto the bill, death staring at one another. Neither were going to back down anytime soon. You stared hard at his face as he did the same.

“Okay, fine. Let’s compromise. We split the bill. Deal?”

Jisung hummed in thought. He was about to disagree until you pitched in. “I’ll let you pay a little extra?”

“Deal.”

You placed your split payment inside the bill holder and handed it to Felix. “Thanks guys, come back again soon!”

“Later, dude!”

“Bye, Lix!”

You walked out the restaurant, the bell on the door ringing as you left. You were about to take the path to your house until Jisung stopped you. “Park,” he whispered. “Let’s go to the park.”

You blinked, slightly off guard. “Okay…”

The walk to the park wasn’t too far, literally right across from the restaurant. It was a peaceful night, the cool breeze brushed past your bodies as you walked. Silence filled the air between the both of you; nothing but the wind and the sound of dirt crunching under your shoes was heard. The mood was...romantic. There was no one but the two of you in the area.

Your bodies brushed past one another every once in a while—more specifically, your hands. You wanted to say something when Jisung beat you to it. He shyly slid his hand into yours, watching you from the corner of his eyes, and smiled when you entwined your fingers together.

“Tonight was fun,” you said softly. You leaned closer to his body to rest your head on his shoulder. Jisung tightened his grip on your hand.

“Me too,” he whispered. “I just wish I can spend more time with you.”

“You see me everyday though?”

“Yeah, but like, I mean just you and me, alone; no one else. I—” he inhaled sharply. “I’m greedy, aren’t I?”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be with you all the fucking time, Y/n. It hurts when I’m without you. I feel alive when we’re together. It’s like, I feel like my world would stop if I don’t see you.” You were stunned. You could only listen quietly to his rant.

“God, I sound so possessive, that’s not what I was trying to aim for,” he panicked. “I don’t care if you’re with the guys, or anyone else, I know you're not the type to pull shit like that; I trust you. I just—fuck, why is this so hard?”

He stopped walking all of a sudden and pulled you away from the path, leading you 7 feet into the trees. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve been terrified. However, this was Jisung—and you knew it, somewhere deep down, that he would never do anything to hurt you. He let go of your hand and faced you. “Jisung?”

His heart pounded erratically, he didn’t know if he was on the verge of getting a heart attack. He felt overwhelmed. Having you standing right in front of him felt like a dream. He took a deep inhale in hopes of calming himself down. “I meant what I said this morning.”

“Wh-wha…?”

“You’re in my mind 24/7, Y/n. Everyday, I always think about you to the point I’m starting to think I’m going insane. Every text, every call, every time we talk, my heart feels like it might pop out. I can’t focus and I don’t know what to do about it!” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Every song I’ve written was about you. Every time I look at my phone, I feel so disappointed when I don’t see a text from you.”

Jisung steps closer to you, nearly pinning you to the tree behind you. “You’re my muse, Y/n. I-I don’t really know exactly what my heart wants but all I know is that, you’re the person I want to spend my entire life with. I think…” he paused to take another deep breath. You could feel your own heart stopping, blood rushing up to your face. “I love you, Y/n!” Jisung declared loudly.

You didn’t know if the loud sound of a heart thumping was yours or his. You were stunned, happy, and scared; millions of emotions were racing within you. Not finding the proper words for yourself, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Jisung whimpered in shock, not really expecting that reaction from you. However, he quickly pulled himself together and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stayed like that until the burning in your chest overpowered the burn of your hearts. You both gasped heavily, taking back in the air you lost.

“You know,” your warm breath tickled his lips. “I never did take it up for the boner I gave you this morning.”

Jisung blushed, remember the embarrassment from earlier. “Yes you did? Our date is—”

“Then this is your gift.” You slowly kneeled in front of him, caressing his thighs as you went down. Jisung watched in shock.

“I—whoa. H-Here? I-in public? Y/n, that’s—”

“Do you not want this?” you looked up, wanting his confirmation. Jisung’s breath hitched, he never would’ve thought he’d be able to see you like this just yet. He bit his lip and nodded. You smiled, kissing his hip, before undoing his pants. You slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his cock springing up and slapping his stomach. You found yourself drooling, finally seeing his cock in person.

Jisung groaned, the cool air hitting his dick. “Fuck…” You licked your lips then took him whole, catching him off guard. He moaned, his hand now gripping onto your hair. “Holy shit, Y/n!”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, as you pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take in. The man above you let out heavy breaths, trying his best not to moan so loud. That was, in fact, proven to be difficult for your mouth was just heavenly. He rested his forehead onto the tree, looking down at you. Regret filled Jisung’s chest, greeted with the erotic sight of your cheeks puffed out, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth. He moaned loudly into his arm. You moved your other hand to fondle his balls, causing Jisung to buck his hip into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “So good—ah! F-Feels so good, shit!” He threw his head back, covering his mouth to mask his noises. His ragged breathing sounded absolutely delicious. You took his dick halfway out of your mouth, stopping right as you felt only his tip. You sucked harshly on it, tongue swirling around it until you decided to play with his slit.

Jisung roughly pulled on your hair, moaning so loud that it almost echoed through the trees. “Y-y/n…” he whimpered. You looked up to see tears brimming his eyes. You giggled, laughing even more when the vibrations from your vocal cords hit him all in the right places.

“Feels good, baby boy?” you briefly asked, immediately going back to his cock after. He nodded, pushing his hips closer to your face, almost making you choke.

“Y-yes, m-mommy.” A wave of arousal hit your core. You could feel your juices seeping right through your panties. The nickname had you moaning, much to Jisung’s pleasure as well. “Fuck! Mommy, more!”

You continued sucking and playing with the slit on his head as you pumped his shaft with one hand and groped his ball with the other. The higher Jisung’s voice raised, you knew the closer he was.

“Close, baby boy?” you giggled. He nodded, hips no fucking into your hand.

“Yes! Oh my God, I’m so fucking close, mommy!” he stuttered. “Please! Let me cum in your mouth!”

“Such a good boy, of course I’ll let you.” You attached your mouth back into his dick, moving your head once again to bring him closer to his high.

“Holy—FUCK!” Jisung moaned, his hand back onto his mouth to control his voice. His body shook as he released his creamy essence into your mouth. Your tongue swiped across his cock to lap up the rest of his juices. His and your unstable breathing was the only thing that could be heard now. Out of courtesy, you tucked him in back into his pants and stood up.

“Wh-What about you?” he asked breathlessly. You shook your head as you patted his head.

“Nevermind about me. You’ve made me happy enough,” you grinned. “When you’re okay again, we can go back home.”

“So...Is this the part where I’m supposed to kill you?” Jisung laughed breathlessly.

The dim lights of the city were nowhere near as bright as your faces. The two of you walked, hand-in-hand, as slowly as you could, in hopes of the night never ending. But alas, the both of you had a morning class the next day. Jisung walked you all the way to your apartment door, telling you it was only for ‘safety measures’. What a liar.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” You said as you unlocked your front door. Jisung grinned, pecking the hand he held.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow? Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Letting go of his hand, you finally opened your door and stepped inside.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

Jisung stood there with a smile wider than before. “I love you.”

You giggled cutely. “Me too,” you said as you walked back to him to kiss his lips. “Goodnight, baby boy.”

“Goodnight...mommy.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “Hurry and go home already!” He turned around and started walking to the elevator, calling out one final ‘I love you!’ before he walked inside. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to act cool for you, but the bounce in his walk made him look like he was skipping gleefully. You laughed, walking back inside your apartment.

Inside the elevator, Jisung pulled out his phone to text someone.

Me: hey, minho?

when i finally get married to y/n...

please be our best man! :D

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twotapbuz · 4 years ago

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This fic was inspired by this post by @swampythesweetsketch. I’ll post the fics for the rest of 1010 as soon as I finish them.

You were hired to be a personal bodyguard for Eloni

Along with the standard supplies(1010-themed uniform, flashlight, pepper spray, body camera), you were given a watch that would alert you to Eloni’s location whenever he was in trouble

This along with the job wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if it weren’t for the fact that neither of the other members of 1010 had personal bodyguards

You would soon learn why after your fourth concert

You had been approached by two lost fans that were looking for the meet & greet table when your watch suddenly began to beep rapidly. “Eloni must be in trouble,” you thought as you excused yourself from the duo and quickly hurried to the idol’s location. Eloni had somehow gotten to an alley near the venue. You weren’t really sure what to expect. Had a fan tried to kidnap him? You had heard stories from other security staff about crazy fangirls trying to take them or at least pieces of them. You reached the alley and found Eloni being hoisted by a group.

“Freeze!” you said while holding up your pepper spray. This diverted the group and they looked at you. “Drop the robot, now.”

“And if we don’t?” mockingly replied one of the “fans”.

“I’ll send this video to Neon J and have you banned from any future 1010 events.” you tapped your body camera. The threat of not seeing “the loves of their lives” caused the group to practically drop Eloni and they all scattered.

“Thank you.” Eloni got up. “You’re the first guard to catch them before they threw me into the trash”

“No problem, just stay away from alleyways.” you began to write an email, informing Neon J that Eloni had been safely retrieved. “ We wouldn’t want to-wait... the trash?” you stopped and looked up at him.

“Yeah, they usually throw me into the trash. One time I got thrown into a nearby pond.” Eloni admitted, embarrassed.

“And how often does this happen?”

“Around every other concert.” Eloni began to lean on the alley wall

“Yeesh, no wonder Eloni needs a personal guard,” you thought. “Wow. I knew the fans were a bit crazy, but I didn’t think they would go this far.” you tried to pick out your words carefully, trying and failing to not upset the robot.

“I just don’t understand why they hate me so much?” Tears began to fall down Eloni’s face. you froze, unsure what to do, before moving to comfort him.

“Hey, I’m um really sorry about what’s happening to you… if you want, I could maybe give you some advice?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” you looked at your watch. “We should head back to the venue, Neon J is worried about you.” Eloni wiped the tears off his face and began to walk beside you

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s not a problem.”

You unofficially become Eloni’s PR Manager:

After that moment, you would help Eloni with his image before every event(it was the only time you would see each other as you had no reason to be near Barraca Mansion, and giving Eloni your phone number would be unprofessional).

“You’re supposed to be the funny guy of the group, right?” Eloni nodded. “Well, give me a joke. Let’s see what you got.”

“Ok. What did the fish say when he swam into a wall? Dam.” Eloni shot finger guns at you. You stared at him. “Why do fish live in saltwater? Pepperwater makes them sneeze!” Eloni said, less confident.

“...I see. In the nicest way I can say this, you need new material, Eloni.”

“What? But I spent hours researching jokes on the internet!”

“That’s the problem. Everybody has heard of these jokes. If you want to be funny, you gotta be original. Here.” you handed Eloni a piece of paper. “There’s this restaurant in Dream Cast called The Mind Palace that hosts comedy hours every Saturday at 7 pm. I was going to go, but something came up, so you can have my ticket.”

“Really? Thanks!” Eloni smiled

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“So, how was the show?” It was the Monday after the show and you were curious to hear Eloni’s new material.

“It was great! They’re definitely gonna love my new material!” Eloni pulled out his phone and began to show you a video. It was 1010 doing a tour around Vinyl City. Eloni paused the video and pointed at himself. He was dabbing. Between the Eloni in the video dabbing and real-life Eloni looking so proud, you couldn’t help but chuckle and this adorably dorky display. Eloni liked your laugh.

While the new material definitely got Eloni some fans, it still wasn’t enough. So you began to inquire about some of his hobbies

“Another way to get people to like you is to seem relatable. Do you have any hobbies?” You asked

“I bake in my spare time”

“Perfect! We can make a YouTube account and post some of your recipes there. Cooking channels are very popular, I even follow some myself.”

Your advice ends up working and Eloni begins to have his own fan club

He’s given the same love that his brothers are.

You’d think this would be the end of your job, afterall, you were hired to keep Eloni safe from angry fans, but now they all love him.

Instead, the lack of necessity for your job is strangely never brought up by Neon J and you continue business as usual.

You’ve got a crush on Eloni:

You recognize that you’ve got a crush immediately

Ever since Eloni became popular, the two of you’ve had fewer opportunities to talk to each other as he was constantly approached by fans

Having to stand by and watch Eloni be constantly flirted with made it pretty easy to realize your feelings

You decide to ignore these feelings

After all, your relationship was purely professional

Ok maybe all those times you accompanied him all over Vinyl City were just excuses to hang out, but still, your relationship was professional

And his number was saved in your personal phone and you two often texted each other

Even if your relationship was more than professional, Eloni had a lot more choices than you and you didn’t want to ruin what you had

Eloni realizes he’s got a crush:

It first started when he saw a stage technician flirting with you. Eloni got annoyed by this, but he didn’t know why.

It took a while for Eloni to realize his feelings. He at first mistook his crush as just being glad that you were his friend

Eloni also began to think about you a lot. Not just about your advice, but he also began to be reminded of you wherever he went.

It wasn’t until the middle of a baking stream that he realized that he had a crush on you

Eloni tries to flirt with you:

Attempt #1, the 1010 style:

Eloni decided to make his move.

“Hey, Y/N!” You turned around to face the green robot. “Have you thought of joining 1010? Cause you're definitely a ten out of ten.”

“That was a really good one! You should definitely use that during the concert.” You replied, unable to tell the difference between Eloni asking if his lines were good and him flirting with you. Eloni hid his disappointment, but I guess that’s what happens when you use someone as practice for your pickup lines.

Attempt #2, the sweet way:

Eloni decided to take a more “traditional” route by giving you a box of homemade chocolate. And by giving you a box of chocolate, he would place it on top of your locker and would tell you it was him when you opened it.

Eloni waited for you to show up, but you never did. He was about to search for you when he was suddenly stopped by Neon J.

“Troop, this is Emiro.” Neon J gestures to the robot next to him, “He’ll be your bodyguard for tonight.”

“What happened to Y/N?”

“Y/n had an allergic reaction to something they had been eating. Thankfully, they had an epipen on them, but they're taking the rest of the day off.” With that, Neon J left Eloni with the realization that you were probably allergic to the chocolate he made. He was definitely not telling you that he made it.

Attempt #3, third times the charm:

This time, the rest of 1010 decided to devise a plan to help their brother.

They knew Eloni would probably never confess outrightly and while his feelings for you were obvious to Neon J and them, it would take a bit more effort for you to notice.

NSR was hosting a party on the anniversary of the company's creation. And with parties came a lot of security.

You and several other members were assigned to go undercover as party guests and report anything suspicious

This meant that instead of your usual attire, you wore a dress/suit

You still had your watch(the Eloni signal) with you as it also doubled as a radio that you could use to notify staff of suspicious activity

You had been casually chatting with other NSR staff when your watch had started to beep rapidly

Eloni was in trouble

You immediately rushed off to find him, it had been months since he last needed to signal you so it must’ve been bad

You turned around the corner to where Eloni was, only to be met with Haym.

“Haym?”

“Oh hey Y/N! How's it going?”

“Hello, Haym. I’m sorry, but I can’t really talk right now. I’m looking for Eloni, but my watch says he’s right here.”

“Don’t worry, I know where he is!” Haym proceeded to push you into a nearby room. You try to open the door only to find that it was locked. You tried to call someone on your watch, but it was gone. Haym must’ve taken when he pushed you.

“Haym, what the hell is going on! Let me out!” You said while banging on the door. He was kinda your boss, but you had a much more casual relationship with the other members of 1010.

“Y/N?” A voice said behind you. You turned around only to find Eloni. You could tell because of the green eyes and cheeks, which dimly lit the darkroom.

“Eloni? Is that you?” You couldn’t really tell due to how dark it was.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good. Do you happen to know why Haym locked us into this room?”

“Well, my brothers thought it would be funny if….” Eloni hesitated.

“Please tell me this isn’t some messed up version of seven minutes in heaven.”

“What, nonono!” Eloni’s fans began to whir loudly

“Right, sorry. Not like I’d have a chance anyway,” you mumbled that last part

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Well it’s just you're a famous idol and you’ve got a lot of fans, you know?

“Who cares if I’m famous! That doesn’t make you any less incredible than you are. You’ve made me so happy and you helped me become popular! You were my first fan and I would love to go on a date with you! Eloni froze after realizing what he said.

“Wait, you like me?”

“Yeah”, Eloni blushed, I have for a while. I understand if you want to forget that this happened. I’m really sorry and I-“

You cut Eloni off with a kiss.

“Don’t worry. I feel the same way.”

----------------------------------------------------

“I’m going to the roof to stargaze. Would you like to join me?” Eloni asked. You had managed to unlock the door, and by unlock, you kicked the door open.

“Well I’m supposed to be out on the lookout for suspicious people,” Eloni’s face began to slightly falter. “But, my main objective is to keep you safe, so It’s best if I go with you. After all, you know how crazy fans can get.” With that, the two of you headed towards the roof.

“Well, that was really cheesy,” Zimelu said, peering his head behind a corner, before getting smacked by Rin.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr x reader #eloni x reader #1010 #nsr 1010

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