#A.C.E Jun fanfiction

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[7.40pm] It was beginning to snow again. An almost ridiculous amount of fluffy white flakes was making its way down towards the earth, landing on top of your hair and clothes, quickly beginning to melt and making you shiver in the freezing evening air. Still, you didn’t really mind the snow - simply because your boyfriend loved it so much. He was very delighted by the small snow storm, giggling and jumping around while gazing into the cloudy night sky. “Y/N, look!”, Junhee yelled enthusiastically, catching a snowflake between his hands and watching it instantly melt on his warm skin, “It’s so beautiful.” You smiled, amused by his cute, almost childish amazement and nuzzled your nose against his cold cheek. “Come on, let’s go or we’ll be late.”, you murmured, pulling him with you and towards the ice rink a little further ahead, “The others are probably already waiting for us.” Junhee exhaled deeply, his breath forming a tiny white cloud in front of him. “I just love snow.”, he said softly, dark eyes forming little crescents when he smiled down at you. You rolled your eyes. “It’s literally just frozen water.” You were only trying to tease him - of course you were -, delighted by his offended expression and annoyed intake of breath. “It’s beautiful!” He gazed at you for a split second, before beginning to smirk. “And so are you.” You groaned at his cheesiness, trying to hide your blush by ducking your head and beginning to walk faster. Junhee laughed, grabbing your hand and turning you around to face him again, sliding both arms around you and pulling you close to his warm body. He gently kissed your forehead, both cheeks, the tip of your nose and - finally - your lips. You basically melted against him, sighing into the kiss. “Let’s just ditch Donghun and his girlfriend and continue to play in the snow.”, Junhee whispered as soon as you broke apart again, making you huff and playfully push him away. “Donghun’s girlfriend just happens to be my best friend, so that’s a definite no from me.” With that, you reached out one gloved hand towards him, “Let’s go, my little winter prince.” He looked at you in an offended manner, gasping dramatically. “I’m not little!”, he whined, making you grin. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you from down there, Tinhee.” “What?! I‘m taller than you, so you better take that back immediately!” You just continued to laugh at him, quickly dodging the snowball he was already aiming at you and running away from him. “You’ll have to catch me first!” With that, you full on sprinted towards the ice rink - and towards the safety of the presence of your closest friends, Junhee already hot on your heels.

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Selfish - Part 16

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Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Jun x Reader / Chan x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You love them both and you’re torn. But…what if you didn’t have to choose?

You felt like Chan was avoiding you and you didn’t know why. He ended up changing his flight and staying in Jeju for an extra day, saying he wanted to spend more time with his family. You understood but it felt a little out of the blue. So you flew back to Seoul with Jun.

It’d been a week since you’d been back and you barely saw Chan. You’d eaten at a restaurant for dinner and he declined your invitation to sleep over at your house. He said that he had work to do but he’d never declined one of your invitations and, in the past, having to do work never stopped him from coming over. If anything, he’d just bring his laptop and books with him, at least wanting to be in your presence. But you didn’t want to complain or come off as petty over this. Chan must’ve just wanted more alone time. Maybe he was stressed about work or school or both. But part of you felt hurt because, normally, he’d always come to you during those times. Something changed but you weren’t sure what. 

You weren’t going to lie, you’d been in a weird mood since. You hated feeling like he was mad at you or something. So, Jun suffered a bit too. And you felt bad that you couldn’t give him your all. And he knew that there was something off with you. The trip you thought was supposed to be relaxing ended up not being as relaxing as you would’ve hoped, especially given that Chan had joined unexpectedly. You supposed that it caused a little turbulence in your lives. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything, you wondered. Maybe you should’ve just kept the trip as one with Jun. But, then again, it seemed like everyone had a good time. And you knew that Chan wasn’t there the whole time but you also knew he hadn’t seen his family in a while. It was hard to tell how everyone felt truly. Was this all just a facade?

It was nine o’clock and you knew that Chan was working at the cafe tonight. You figured you’d just show up with chocolate covered strawberries and hope that you could convince him to let you sleep over. You missed him and you missed falling asleep in his arms. 

As you walked toward the cafe, you could see him through the window. There weren’t any customers at this point. He was wiping down the tables, from what you could see. And he looked handsome while doing it. He looked concentrated, his eyebrows furrowed the same way they did when he was frustrated or thinking. When you knocked on the glass, you could tell that he wasn’t expecting you. He took out his Airpods, surprised. He opened the door, letting you in before locking it again. “What are you doing here?” he asked, little to no emotion in his tone.

“I miss you,” you said, a little taken aback by his tone, or lack thereof, “and I wanted to see you. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me…”

Chan turned around, heading back toward the table he was cleaning. “You could’ve called me.”

“I wanted to surprise you...but it doesn’t seem like you’re happy to see me so maybe I’ll just go…” You took the box of chocolate covered strawberries out of your bag, placing it on the table. “Enjoy them.” You turned on your heel to leave and, just before you got to the lock, Chan’s hand was wrapped around your arm.

“Don’t go.”

Tears were starting to build up in your eyes. Chan was usually the one that always greeted you warmly, the one that always showered you with love and affection, the one who always seemed to know what you needed no matter the time or place. You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears.

“Baby,” Chan said, frowning at the sight of you tearing up. “Please, I’m sorry…I’ve just been in this weird space lately. I don’t mean to take it out on you...”

You raised your brows. “What do you mean?”

“There’s just…something that happened to me recently that made me rethink things.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

You shook your head. “You’re the happiest person I know…and I know when you’re not being honest with me.”

Chan looked down. “I know. I just…don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Does what happened have something to do with something I did?”

He shook his head. “No, no, it’s not that…'' 

To be honest, Chan was tired of keeping this secret. It was hardly his to be carrying on his shoulders like this. This was all Jun’s fault. Why was he the one to be suffering when Jun was the one living stress-free? Why was it that he was still protecting Jun like this? Chan was the one who was done dirty and he was sick of putting everyone else first. Even if you were hurt by this information, you deserved to know the truth and to not sleep next to someone who hadn’t been completely honest with you. 

“So what is it, then?”

“I want to close up first. I’ll be done in five. We can talk as soon as I close the cafe.”

And within those few minutes, your mind started racing. You didn’t have the slightest clue what Chan wanted to talk about. It seemed like he was going through something and, on top of that, he’d even distanced himself from you. Did what he was going through have to do with something you did?

Chan closed up the cafe and locked the doors. “Okay, let’s go.” You started walking toward Chan’s building, which was about a ten minute walk from the cafe. 

As you started walking around the corner, Chan said, “I haven’t been completely honest with you…” You bit your lip, expecting the worst. “Remember when I said I had family stuff to deal with in Jeju?” You nodded, unsure of where this conversation was heading. “That wasn’t true.”

“So why did you leave? I thought you were having a good time…”

“Well you know we’d all been drinking. Jun had been drinking the most and I saw that when he went over to the bar by himself. I went over to bring him back over to the dance floor with us while you were in the bathroom. He said some things that made me uncomfortable even though I was doing my best to be friendly and include him in everything…” Chan let out a sigh. “He implied that the only reason he agreed to me coming on the trip was to make you happy. He basically didn’t want me there. He got angry and told me that I’m your favorite and that he never gets time alone with you, which is ridiculous. The part that made me upset was the fact that he basically lied and put on this pretend act. If he wasn’t okay with it, he could’ve just been honest and said no. I-I don’t know how to feel. I can see him trying to push me out. I had to leave because I didn’t want to ruin the trip, so I kept my distance and let him have his time with you...which, I guess, was his plan. And it worked.”

Tears had been building up in Chan’s eyes as he told the story. He’d kept a lot of it in up until now and, honestly speaking, it felt nice to be able to be honest with you. He hated the situation that he was in. He felt more secure about being in this polyamorous relation ship with you and Jun but Jun didn’t seem to be okay with it at all. And it hurt him because he felt like Jun had basically pretended to be cordial with him. Chan wondered what you saw in him. What Jun did just seemed so...evil. Was Jun finally showing his true colors? Would you forgive him yet again?

You stopped him to pull him into a hug. “I...I didn’t know…”

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong, babe.” Those words were comforting and, with them, came a few tears. You could hear it. “Thank you for telling me...and for trying to protect me. You don’t have to hide things like that from me, I promise. I love you so much, Chan…”

He pulled away from you and you wiped his tears with your thumbs. He smiled and said, “I love you, too, Y/N…”

*

You left Chan’s house in the morning feeling a little confused and, by the time work was over, you still felt frustrated. You didn’t know what to think of the situation with Jun. It seemed like there was some turbulence in the relationship and you weren’t sure what to do next. Of course, you needed to bring this up with Jun. You couldn’t sit back and let this simmer on the back burner. 

You opened the door to the nail salon. Na-Ri was there a little early, waiting for you. “Well, well, well, look who it is...The person I’ve hardly heard from since you got back.”

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “Things have been kinda crazy.”

The two of you checked in for your nail appointments and headed to the back of the salon to get your pedicures done. When you got settled and dipped your feet in the warm water, you turned to Na-Ri. “You won’t believe what I just found out...”

Na-Ri looked over, putting her phone down. “What’s up?”

“Remember when I said we went to dinner that first night in Jeju? The three of us? Well, everything was fine up until we went to dinner. That’s when things started getting a little weird. Actually, no, things were a little weird before that but I didn’t put two and two together at the time…I think it started when Jun fell asleep at the hotel. Me and Chan stayed up for a little bit and then we fell asleep, too. When I woke up Jun was gone and I think he might’ve been feeling jealous that me and Chan fell asleep together. Then he just got really...drunk at dinner. If we had ordered another bottle of wine, I don’t think Jun would’ve made it to the bar.”

You continued your story as you flipped through the catalog to decide on what colors you wanted. “I always try to make sure I spend enough time with both of them. Next thing I know, I go to the bathroom and then when I come back, Chan is telling me he has family issues to go and take care of and that I should stay with Jun. At the time I thought it was kind of weird and random but, at the same time, it could’ve been true so I believed it. In the past, his dad collapsed from overworking, so it was believable. Anyway, I went back to the hotel with Jun and he just acted like everything was normal after that.”

Before you could continue, Na-Ri stopped you. “Did Chan invite himself on the trip?”

“Not exactly. I was talking to him and I told him what we were doing. I guess he kind of implied that it sounded like fun and he wanted to go. So I asked Jun about it...and that’s when the lie started...I asked if Chan could come with us because I thought that it would be a good idea for us to bond. And it was supposed to be Chan’s weekend with me so I felt bad. Anyway, Jun said it was fine and that it was okay. If he didn’t want him to come, he could’ve just said no…”

Na-Ri said, “What the hell? Where’s the communication?”

“Exactly…”

“Have you talked to Jun about any of this?”

You shook your head. “I just found out last night.”

“Good luck. I don't know how you do it. One man is enough problems for me.”

You chuckled. “I don’t know how I do it either…”

“Maybe it was too soon to try this kind of relationship...”

You let out a deep sigh. “We’ve been doing this for months...I don’t know how much longer he could possibly need.”

“Well if you think about it, you haven't really done anything together, with just the three of you. So maybe it was a bit much to go on a trip together. I think it’s something you have to ease into. Like going on dates together, to the movies, to the amusement park, and stuff like that. Cause it seemed like everything between them was pretty much fine–well, neutral–before this. I don’t think he gets jealous until Chan is physically there...and, I mean, that’s not good either.”

“Yeah, you’re right. We’ll have to work on that if this is going to work.”

“Yeah, it’s the next step in the relationship. You got past the beginning stages so now the next step is for them to be more comfortable around each other and to do more things together.”

Na-Ri was right. You were still angry with Jun and the fact that he hadn’t been honest with you or with Chan. Jun’s selfish actions had hurt you but, more importantly, his actions hurt Chan. From what you could see, Chan had been trying to be friends with Jun. He’d been putting in effort, only to be rejected by Jun in the end. And Chan knew that feeling all too well.

It had been months since you came up with this arrangement and Jun was acting more like a child than an adult. But you couldn’t help but feel like part of what was happening right now was your fault. Since this was your idea, you should’ve had a better plan. But you weren’t an expert and neither were Jun or Chan. Was it too much to expect this much from them? 

You probably should’ve been trying to do more things together rather than keeping things separate. Keeping things separate wasn’t realistic and, obviously, it wasn’t working. The relationship was going to have to undergo some changes if there was going to be any chance of survival. You needed to figure things out but, first, you definitely needed to talk to Jun.

*

When you asked Jun if you could have dinner later, he thought nothing of it. He answered your message, of course, suggesting that you come over to cook. But, strangely enough, you declined saying that you’d rather go out to eat. It was a little surprising since you usually enjoyed making dinner together but he thought little of it. He told you to meet him at your favorite restaurant to have some Taiwanese noodle soup.

He waited for you inside, browsing the menu. He’d been here once with you but, as far as he knew, it was a place that Chan had introduced you to. Sometimes Jun couldn’t help but feel like you had more in common with Chan than you did with him. Jun pushed the thought out of his head. Those small insecure thoughts were beginning to annoy him a bit. He was starting to feel bad about the things he’d said to Chan. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so harsh. Maybe he should’ve been more mature and accepted things as they were rather than mope about the things he couldn’t change.

Was this kind of relationship for him? Was he too in over his head? Was it even meant for the two of you to be together right now, with or without Chan in the picture? He loved you, without a doubt, but sometimes he wondered if all of this was worth it. He missed when things were simple, when it was just the two of you. Before you’d even met Chan in the first place. Part of him wished he never accepted that job or went to Japan. But maybe everything that was happening to him now were things that needed to happen. 

You came into the restaurant looking a little stressed, bringing Jun into a state of distress. Were you here to break up with him? Had you finally had enough of his shit? You sat down across from him and said, “Hey.”

Normally, you’d embrace him. You’d reach across the table and brush your fingers against his hands. You’d lean over for a kiss, something. But you weren’t doing that. Jun’s heart dropped. Something was definitely wrong but he wasn’t sure what. 

Jun tried to lighten up the mood. “Are you okay? How was your day?”

“I’m okay. My day was decent.”

Jun nodded. “Your nails look nice,” he said, glancing at your hands. “This color looks good on you.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip of water. “Look, can we talk about something serious?”

“What’s going on?”

“Chan told me everything…”

Jun looked down. Of course, he knew that he was in the wrong. Deep down, he’d known that this day was coming. How could he think a secret this big would stay a secret? He’d wanted to come clean and apologize about it, mostly to Chan because he’d done nothing wrong in the situation. In any case, Chan was merely a victim of Jun’s insecurities. 

Jun didn’t say anything so you did. “If you wanted it to just be us, why lie to me? I would’ve understood.”

Jun let out a deep sigh. “I don’t have an excuse for why I did it…” He looked up at you, finally. There was so much hurt and disappointment in your eyes, he could barely stand to see it. “I just couldn't bring myself to see you disappointed so I lied and I tried to convince myself that I could do it but I couldn’t...Then it got too late to say anything, so I just tried to swallow it. And I became a person I couldn’t recognize by the end of it all…”

“You hurt me, Jun, and you hurt Chan, too…”

Jun nodded. “I know…”

You reached for his hand, taking it in yours. “It’s okay to feel these kinds of things but it’s not okay to act like that. We agreed to this relationship and for it to work, the three of us have to have some type of communication.” 

Jun said, “I’m sorry…I’ll also apologize to Chan. I’ll talk to him tonight. I really am sorry, Y/N...”

You looked him in his eyes, almost as if you were staring into the deepest, most vulnerable parts of him. “I need to know if you’re all in.”

Jun squeezed your hand in his. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid of losing you. But he nodded, continuing on through these unknown waters.

*

After dinner, you went home despite Jun’s suggestion of coming over. He understood and he wanted to give you your space but he couldn’t help but feel like there was suddenly this giant rift in your relationship. It was his fault, he knew. But he missed you. He missed the way things were, just before the trip. So much had changed and it’d only been about a week. One of the ways he usually made himself feel better was to find comfort in your arms. When he had a hard day, he’d go over to your place or you’d come to his. And you’d hold him in your arms, running your fingers through his hair. But again, that wasn’t an option for him right now.

He knew he needed to apologize to Chan soon. If he didn’t apologize soon, he’d lose the nerve to do it and you’d be more disappointed in him than you already were. He took out his phone and called Chan, anxiety filling his chest. It rang five times and, just when he thought that maybe he should just hang up and forget it all, Chan answered. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, I was wondering if you had time to talk.”

Though Jun couldn’t see him physically, Chan was rolling his eyes on the other end. “Sure. Do you mean over the phone or in person?”

“We should talk in person, no?”

“Okay. Where do you want to meet?”

“I can meet you near your place.”

“Okay. There’s a bar a few blocks away. I’ll send the address.”

The call was over and anxiety washed over Jun. He had no idea how to start or what to say. There was nothing he could say to take back those shitty things he said to Chan and there was nothing he could say to justify them. He was immature, insecure, all of those things. He hated that he put himself in this position and that he had to even apologize in the first place, but he knew that he couldn’t just sit quietly.

As Chan got ready, he felt very irritated. Of course, you’d already told him how the conversation with Jun went. He even felt annoyed at that. How many ways did that man have to show you that he wasn’t ready for this kind of relationship? It was so frustrating to sit back and watch Jun hurt you both. These feelings were no longer coming from a place of insecurity or jealousy; it was a place of genuine concern. It seemed like a good idea at first, but maybe this kind of relationship was beyond the three of you. Chan had done online searches trying to figure out how he should go about things but he always ended up in a loop where his question was too specific or there were too few answers for him to make an educated guess. 

With the current state of things, he at least knew that he’d at least attempted some research. Had Jun even bothered to do research on what it meant to be in this kind of relationship? Chan knew that there were different types of people but he could see that Jun wasn’t the kind of person that could handle this. Once upon a time, Chan wasn’t either but he’d like to think that he’d grown since then. If being in a relationship with you and Jun had taught him anything at all, it was patience and he’d even gained a bit of maturity. At the end of the day, you needed a man who was mature, a man who made you feel secure and who felt secure in himself. Of course, Chan wasn’t perfect and he had moments where he felt insecure but, overall, Chan liked himself and the person he was becoming. He was becoming a better man, not only for you, but for himself as well.

When Jun entered the bar, Chan was already there. He was sitting by himself, having a cocktail. From the looks of it, it was dark liquor. It was one of those nights and Jun understood. Hell, he figured he’d order one for himself. He greeted Chan with a nod and sat down in the seat next to him.

“Hey,” Chan said, taking a swig from his glass.

“Hey,” Jun replied. He turned to the bartender. “Can I have the same thing?” he asked, referencing Chan’s nearly finished glass. 

Chan downed the rest of his drink, sliding the glass toward the bartender. “And can I have another?”

A moment of silence passed before the bartender returned with both drinks. Jun let out a deep sigh before he turned to Chan. Chan didn’t look up, though, and understandably so, Jun supposed. 

“I’m sorry for those things I said back in Jeju. I was completely out of line,” he started. “I know I can’t take any of it back but all of this happened because I wasn’t being honest. I wasn’t being honest with myself and I took it out on you instead, thinking you were the problem when I was the problem. I drank too much and I felt frustrated. I should’ve been honest with Y/N and told her I wasn’t comfortable.”

Chan nodded. His feelings about everything began to rise to the surface. “I’m not going to forgive you right away but I’ll accept your apology for now…” Jun didn’t say anything but nodded instead. He didn’t know what to say next. Was there anything left to say? Was the conversation over? Was this one of those instances where the conversation could’ve just been a phone call? Just when Jun thought that the conversation was over, Chan spoke again. “You know what was most upsetting about all of this? I thought we were finally at a point where we could be friends…I thought wow, we’re actually getting along.”

Hearing that made Jun feel even worse than he already did. He wanted to be able to be friends with Chan too but his insecurities were holding him back. In the ideal situation, the three of them would get along. In the ideal situation, he and Chan would be sitting at this bar having a drink together, laughing and sharing stories, while you were at home with no worries about whether or not your boyfriends would get into a fight. There wouldn’t be all this drama and conflict surrounding the relationship, for God’s sake!

Jun wanted to say something comforting. He wanted to tell him that he did want to be friends, believe it or not. But he couldn’t find the right words. The words, for some reason, wouldn’t leave his mouth. “I’m sorry…again.”

Chan was frustrated because it seemed like he didn’t even care. Was Jun here because you made him or was he here apologizing on his own accord? It was hard to think of him as a decent person after all the drama and lies about Malai and more recently, their Jeju trip. This was his second strike, in Chan’s eyes. If he did something else, Chan wouldn’t be able to forgive him. He couldn’t read Jun’s mind but it would be nice to know what he was thinking.

He said, “I don’t think you’re serious about this relationship. Have you considered it at all? If you’re serious about being with Y/N, you’re going to have to work harder. and I’m more than willing to support her to make this work. But if you’re having doubts or don’t think you can work with us, then you should leave us alone. Y/N is my priority. Why isn’t she yours?”

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I like your laugh (Jun)

Title: I like your laugh

Pairing: Reader x Jun (ACE)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 289

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

It's a Saturday night and all of A.C.E sits around a table packed with food to celebrate their recent album release. All of them having worked hard to ensure the production of the songs and the dances were perfect.

I sit beside my boyfriend, Junhee, as all the members talk at once teasing each other and talking about funny moments they had behind the scenes of production. I laugh at them all until my stomach hurts and my cheeks are red. Barely touching the food on my plate because I was afraid I would choke on it from laughing so hard.

After one particular hard fit on laughter I catch Jun looking at me out of the corner of my eye. Prompting me to turn and meet his eyes. His dark eyes swirl with emotion and a soft smile tugs at his lips.

"What are you thinking?" I ask him through giggles. The boys continuing their playful banter.

Jun glances around the table to see if anyone was paying attention before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and leaning closer to me to whisper in my ear.

“I like your laugh."

I feel my eyes widen, a blush creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. Painting them a vibrant shade of red.

"You do?" I ask nervously. No one had ever commented on my laugh before.

Jun smiles at me, his nose brushing mine teasingly. He leaves a quick kiss on my lips before pulling away and whispering, "I really do."

I smile at him shyly, placing a hand on his thigh that he quickly takes to intertwine our fingers together. The quiet moment shared between us going seemingly unnoticed by the other members.

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I Want To Know What It’s Like To Kiss Someone (Jun)

Title: I Want To Know What It’s Like To Kiss Someone

Paring: Jun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Count: 1.1K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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It was the Friday night just before spring break and my friend, Jun, and I were cooped up in his room. We had a major project that was due the Monday after our break. I wasn’t the happiest about having homework over this break time, which is why Jun suggested finishing it tonight so we could relax and have fun during the rest of the break. When the idea was first pitched it sounded like a great idea, but now that we were four hours in, with still a bit to go, I was ready to give up all together. I was sprawled across Jun’s bed scrolling through my phone while he did some more research. As I was scrolling through my social media feed, a couple posts talking about the school fair caught my eye.

“Did you know the art major's are having a kissing booth?” I ask Jun after many moments of silence.

“I heard someone say they were thinking about it.” He responds, stretching to work out some of the kinks in his body.

“They are currently setting it up.” I tell him as I sit up to show him my phone.

“It will probably be really popular.” He laughs as he turns his chair to face me.

“We should go.” I suggest to him, watching as his body tenses.

“You want to go to the kissing booth?” He questions with his face twisted in confusion.

“Yea.” I smile at him, giving him a look. “It will give me the chance to finally kiss someone."

“You want to kiss one of the guys from our campus?” Jun questions again, his face still holding confusion.

“Not necessarily.” I admit to him with a shrug of my shoulders. “I just want to know what it’s like to kiss someone and if they’re offering.”

“You want your first kiss to go to someone you don’t know?” He asks with irritation, his face showing a bit of anger as his jaw locks.

“Not exactly, but I just want to know the feeling.” I laugh as I watch his anger growing as I stand to walk around the room.

“You should at least kiss someone you know.” Jun states after a few seconds of silence, watching me intently with a glare glued on his face.

“Jun.” I walk up to his chair, looking down at him. “If I knew a guy who would want to kiss me, don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?” I laugh slightly.

“I’ll kiss you.” He argues, standing quickly, his face close to my own.

My mouth drops open as I watch his eyes shake nervously, but he continued to stand his ground, even with his neck reddening in color.

“Jun, you don’t have to kiss me just so my first kiss is someone I know.” I laugh at him as I pat his cheek, standing back to give him some breathing room. “That’s very sweet though."

“I want to kiss you.” He whispers desperately as he looks at me with pleading eyes. His confession causes my breath to hitch, my eyes widening as I look at the man in front of me, his lip in between his teeth as he looks at me with almost a begging expression.

“Jun...” I trail off, worry filling my mind as I think about the aftermath of the kiss.

“Just a kiss.” He interjects quickly, his face faltering into a nervous look.

“I don’t want it to mess things up.” I tell him truthfully.

“It won’t.” He promises, his eyes staring into mine showing his honesty.

I nod my head slowly as I feel my heart beat out of rhythm from my anxiousness. He walks up to me, his hands shaking as he reaches them towards my cheeks. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps nervously, making me smile as I see Jun’s usual nerves surface. I keep my eyes on his as I smile, feeling comfortable enough around him to not be nervous that my first kiss was going to him.

His hands shakily rest on my cheeks. He studies my face for a moment, his eyes darting between my features lingering on my lips before he stares into my eyes. His eyes flutter close softly as he leans in, his breath fanning over my face, making me feel giddy. His lips gently brush against mine, causing goosebumps to rise to my skin.

He lets out a shaky breath as his lips touch mine lightly. The close proximity between us makes me feel impatient, helping me decide to take matters into my own hands. I wrap my arms around Jun’s neck, pulling him closer so that our lips finally meet fully.

For a short while we stay still with our lips locked, but not escalating it any further. I hear him take a sharp intake of breath through his nose just before he presses his lips against mine harder, moving them against mine to encourage me to do the same. I smile into the kiss, standing on my tip toes to try and get closer, also moving my lips against his roughly.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach, making my head feel dizzy at the feeling. Jun’s hands travel down my side, grasping onto my waist so he could pull me closer to him.

He pulls away, his hands still holding my waist while my hands rest in his shoulders. Our breathing was labored, our chests rising and falling quickly.

“Why haven’t I kissed someone sooner.” I laugh breathlessly as we continue to hold each other.

“I hate to break it to you.” Jun smirks as he takes a few breaths before continuing. “None of those kissing booth guys are half as good of kissers as I am.”

I roll my eyes as I laugh, pulling away from Jun to grab my phone. “I’m sure not.” I could see Jun fidgeting in the middle of the room, not having moved from his kissing spot.

“Jun.” I get his attention by using a warning tone. “You promised things wouldn’t change.”

“Right.” He nods his head as he finally moves to go sit in his chair. “I know.”

Little to my knowledge, Jun’s mind was malfunctioning. His heart was beating rapidly as his lips still tingled from their encounter with mine. He knew he promised nothing would change, but his heart and mind were in agreement. He wanted to pursue this further. But he made a promise, which he intended to keep. Meaning he would have to suffer in silence and long for something that was out of his reach.

MASTERLIST

[atriaedits]

What's Your Emergency? | ManuelaWang

[unknownarchiviste]

Sweater

✼ Let It Snow: Day 19

✼ Park Junhee (Jun) // 150 words

✼ let it snow // other stories

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“Junhee,” you whined. “I’m glad that you liked my gift but you didn’t have to always wear it!”

A week ago, you’ve given Junhee a knitted sweater. It was just a pink sweater with a small white heart on the left chest. He liked it so much and you were happy about it. However, in the span of a week, you’ve seen him wear it everyday except yesterday—the day he washed it.

“Why? I like it,” he looked at his sweater. “It’s comfortable, warm, and made with love.”

You sighed and pinched his side softly. He laughed and caught your hand. He led you to the café you were going to eat at.

“I hope spring comes soon,” you mumbled as he opened the door for you.

“Yeah. I can’t wait to wear the white shirt you gave me last year.”

You glared at him and he simply grinned.

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

Behind the Scenes || Wow x Jun

Fandom: A.C.E || Genre: Smut, NSFW, Idolverse || Relationship: Wow x Jun || Language: English || WC: 1,135 words || Warnings: Oral sex male receiving, semi-public sex || Author’s Note: This was entirely prompted by the recent photo shoot and written very spontaneously. || AO3 link

The shooting was going well. Maybe a little too well as they posed in front of the red screen with their stylized version of traditional clothes. Sehyoon thought they all looked great, maybe a little too much, but the one who had definitely robbed his attention was Junhee. The blue hair looked too good on him, and his expressions while taking the pictures were just too much.

It’s not like Sehyoon himself hadn’t managed to steal a good amount of gasps from the other people there. The lip rings were a sure way to attract attention, and he knew Choice would like it. He also knew that Junhee liked them too, if the way he kept glancing back at Sehyoon was anything to go by. Sehyoon had already finished with his individual shooting, so he was just waiting for Junhee to be done so he could snatch him away for a few minutes.

Truth be told, he could just about imagine what Junhee was thinking about when he looked back and stared at his lips. Sehyoon wanted to turn his imagination into reality. Junhee was a good leader to them, and as his hyung, Sehyoon should reward him for being so good to them. 

Sehyoon waited impatiently, arms crossed as he tried to keep himself from just snatching Junhee away. Donghun tapped his back and gave him a knowing smile. Sehyoon should have felt at least a little embarrassed from being discovered so easily, but he was on edge and not doing much to hide it. At least Donghun was understanding.

As soon as Junhee was finished, he called him over. Junhee’s face flushed red the closer he got, and he was still staring at Sehyoon’s fake lip rings. He almost wished they were real if it meant Junhee would continue looking at him with such hunger. Sehyoon grabbed his hand without saying much and pulled him along, stopping long enough just to hear Donghun’s advice.

“Don’t be too rough on him, we still have more shoots left,” the oldest warned them with a cheeky smile, to which Sehyoon replied with a nod.

He pulled Junhee all the way to the changing groups. No one would be changing yet since they still needed to shoot the group photos after Byeongkwan and Chan, so they had a little bit of time. Sehyoon cornered him against a table and kissed him deeply, ripping a startled little moan out of Junhee’s lips. 

Junhee trapped one of the lip rings between his lips, sucking softly on it before Sehyoon kissed him once again, overpowering him. Junhee closed his eyes and forced his hands to stay put where they were, not wanting to ruin Sehyoon’s costume and face the wrath of the stylists. The way the lip rings pressed against his lips felt good, but he wanted to feel them elsewhere.

Sehyoon pecked him softly one last time before kneeling down. Junhee opened his eyes and looked down, a shiver running down his spine as he met Sehyoon’s red eyes. He knew they were contact lenses, but lord did they look exceptionally good on him.

“Your lips…” Junhee murmured, noticing that the makeup had smeared a little.

“Did it smear too much?” Sehyoon continued to stare at him as he carefully pulled the clothes apart, trying not to mess them up too much as he uncovered his dick. 

“A bit…” Junhee nodded, hands clasping tightly to the end of the table as he bit his own lip.

“Gotta be careful with the lip rings, or they’re gonna come off.” Sehyoon whispered as he grabbed the half-hard length and pumped it into a full erection. “You’ll be a good boy right? Stay still and let me give you a reward for being such a good leader.”

Junhee nodded, still biting unto his lower lip as he fought to keep himself in check. Sehyoon wasted no time as he wrapped his lips around Junhee’s head and slowly went down on his length, putting it all inside his mouth. Junhee wasn’t particularly girthy but he was long, and Sehyoon was careful to swallow him whole without choking, before he began bobbing his head.

At first the movements were slow, stealing soft moans and sighs from Junhee’s lips and letting him feel the way the lip rings rubbed against his dick. It felt so good. And then Sehyoon began to move faster, deep throating him and sucking on him hard. Junhee used his hand to cover his mouth as he tried to keep his moans down, but it was hard when even the sight made him want to moan.

Sehyoon’s costume was falling over his shoulders, revealing more skin than was necessary, and his red eyes looked at Junhee with hunger as he devoured him. Junhee’s hips stuttered, but a soft grunt from Sehyoon reminded him that he needed to be good and stay still. He was rewarded for his behavior as Sehyoon hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder on Junhee’s length.

“Wait- I’m-” Junhee gasped, letting out a strangled moan.

The oldest didn’t let go, closing his eyes and focusing all of his attention on Junhee. He tightened his lips and pressed his tongue against his length, putting one hand on the table to support himself. Sehyoon bobbed his head faster, trying to get as much of Junhee’s dick in his mouth before the youngest was coming down his throat with a stifled moan. Sehyoon swallowed until the last drop of his cum, sucking him clean before tucking him in with a sly smile and standing up.

“Are you okay?” Sehyoon asked. His throat was a little spent so his voice sounded hoarse, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah…” Junhee nodded, still a bit lightheaded. His face was completely flushed red, but he looked quite decent otherwise.

Sehyoon put on his clothes properly again before checking his face in the mirror. His lips were red and his lipstick was smeared, his hair was also a bit messy, but the lip rings had stayed on properly. He smirked, looking back at Junhee. Seeing his current state, he panicked a little, fussing around his hair and tried to make it look a little less like they had been fucking around.

“God, the stylists will murder us…” Junhee muttered, voice full with worry.

“Don’t worry, let’s go back, before they start looking for us.” Sehyoon shrugged, grabbing Junhee’s hand.

“Wait, hyung-” Junhee stopped him. “What about you?” Junhee muttered, trying to keep his embarrassment down, but still worried about the other. Sehyoon smiled and leaned close enough to whisper in his ear. 

“Why don’t you take care of me at home, hm?” Sehyoon suggested, before pulling him out of the dressing room.

The scolding they received from the stylists after that was certainly worth it.

[mashedpotittiess]

A.C.E MASTERLIST

Key:  A=ANGST  F =FLUFF   S=SMUT  R=REQUEST   ♥=FAVORITES

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Junhee

Nothing Yet!

Donghun

Nothing Yet!

Sehyoon

Nothing Yet!

Byeongkwan

Nothing Yet!

Yuchan

Nothing Yet!

[fallinnflower]

watch over you

junhee x reader (fluff, parent!au, request)

a/n: sorry this took a little while, as some of you may have noticed i embarked on a little passion project with the vocal unit song series. next up is performance unit, but in between i��m posting some other content. this drabble was requested by a lovely anon, hope you enjoy~

“You’re sure you’ll be alright?” You ask, pausing before putting your shoes on. Junhee smiles reassuringly at you, gently bouncing your baby in his arms.

“For the hundredth time, yes,” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. You melt into his touch, taking a deep breath. It isn’t that you don’t trust him to take care of your daughter, it’s just that your baby is still so young and you really haven’t been away from her for any extended amount of time since she’s been born. Junhee seems to notice this, his catlike grin growing. His gaze turns to your daughter before he presses a kiss to her forehead as well, his expression somehow softening and becoming even fonder. 

“We’re gonna have a great time,” he murmurs, though you can’t be sure who he’s talking to. Then, he looks up at you, “And so are you.” You straighten your posture and nod resolutely.

“You’re right. Thanks, babe,” you reply, slipping your shoes on. “Call if you need anything. I love you.” You press a kiss to his cheek and then your daughter’s.

“Love you, too. Tell the girls I say hi.” You wave on your way out the door, shutting it as gently as possible to prevent disturbing your daughter.

When you first get to brunch, you’re still pretty nervous about being away from home for too long. However, by the time you’re halfway through your first mimosa with no texts from Jun, you start to feel better.

You know he’s a great father. To be frank, you wouldn’t have had a child with him if you weren’t so sure of that fact — but you carried your daughter for nine months, so you think you have every right to be a little overprotective. And, well, also you have bragging rights at this brunch. Your friends are more than used to this by now, considering you were the first to get married and now to have a child. They coo over photos of your little family, and when you tell them Junhee is babysitting for now they all ask when it’s going to be their turn for baby time.

Eventually, the group slips into more casual conversation that doesn’t involve so much discussion about your baby and husband, and you feel all concern you had about leaving them at home slip away. In fact, you’re so thoroughly engrossed in brunch that you don’t even notice the hours passing by until one of your friends gets a call from her own husband asking if she wants him to record the next episode of their show or if she’s going to be home to watch it. It’s at that point the group of you decide to disperse, and your anxiety comes back just a little bit on the drive home. 

You open the door to a suspiciously quiet home. You toe your shoes off, but before you can call for Junhee you catch sight of your husband’s feet hanging over the arm of the couch. In confusion, you advance into the living room — and can’t contain your smile at the scene before you.

Junhee is fast asleep on the couch, still in his pajamas, and your daughter is asleep on his chest with the cat curled close to his hip, also asleep. As quietly as you can, you pull out your phone and swipe up for the camera, snapping as many pictures as possible before your cat inevitably hears you and opens one unimpressed eye. You press a finger to your lips, as if that will do anything, but your cat meows in annoyance anyways. 

However, the cat is the only one who stirs — so you simply slink away into the bedroom to get changed and set one of the photos as your home screen, thoroughly prepared to brag once more to all of your friends about your amazing little family.

[xofanfics]

Selfish - Part 13

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Jun x Reader / Chan x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You love them both and you’re torn. But…what if you didn’t have to choose?

Jun woke up with his arms around you. With his nose in your neck he could smell the scent of your perfume, leftover from last night. He came home with you, to drop you off but then you asked him to stay. Of course, he couldn’t resist your offer. He could never resist you. And after all the back and forth and drama from the previous night, he wanted to comfort you too. 

Guilt was eating away at him now. He’d told you half truths last night. The truth was that he did have some feelings for Malai; they’d resurfaced after seeing her again. The truth was that something did happen between them; they’d kissed. Whether he was on a break with you or not, Jun still felt wrong. He knew that he’d end up in more trouble by holding back those details but he’d done it anyway. He wasn’t ready to face the truth and come to terms with his own feelings. 

Jun pulled away from you, careful not to wake you up. He went into the kitchen to pour himself some water. His head pounded, a result of having way too many shots with his coworkers at the party. He heard your voice from behind him as he downed his first glass of water. “You okay?”

Jun nodded. “I’m fine. You?”

“Surprisingly I’m not hungover. I made sure I drank a lot of water last night.”

Jun nodded. “How do you feel otherwise?”

“Okay…”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, starting to feel the negative emotions of last night again. There was a painful silence and you debated whether or not you should speak on your true feelings. You didn’t want this to turn into an argument but you sucked it up, letting out a deep sigh. “I just...I just feel like I can’t trust you sometimes…”

“I know...and I want to be honest with you from here,” he said. He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for not saying anything last night when I had the chance… Malai, uh, she kissed me. This happened when we were on a break. She didn’t know I had a girlfriend then...”

You stared at him for a few seconds, not sure of how you should take it. “What? That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head, “it’s not, but I wanted to let you know anyway. Back then, I was in a bad place. We weren’t speaking much and I was confused by what was happening. I assumed we were going to break up with me. You were confused but I was confused, too. We had a lot to drink and I think that’s why things happened like that. I didn’t initiate it; she did. Nothing more happened. I promise you.”

“I believe you.”

“I know things have been a little rocky since we decided to invite Chan into our relationship... I’m sorry. I’m going to be a better man for you, babe. I promise.”

He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. His gesture was so full of love; it made you want to melt into a puddle. You loved Jun so much and you wanted to believe him, so you did.

*

Chan hadn’t heard from you since last night. He’d gotten your text saying that you got home safely but not much other than that. It was already noon and he was worried about you. He woke up missing you. Part of him wished that he’d stayed at the party instead of letting his feelings get the better of him. He should’ve taken care of you instead of running away like a coward. 

He sighed and decided to give you a call. It rang five times before you answered. “Hello?”

“Hey babe. I wanted to call and check up on you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m better. I fell asleep again and I’m just waking up.”

“What about last night? How are you feeling about that?”

“It’s fine. We talked.”

“Okay. I trust your judgment.”

“Are you still upset?”

“I just thought it was a little suspicious.”

“I know...but I heard both sides of their story. Jun told me that she kissed him and—”

Chan’s suspicions were true. Something had gone on between them. Chan felt hurt and betrayed. In this complicated relationship, Chan was bound to feel hurt if you were, too. He already had a hard time trusting Jun as it was. Now, the trust had gone out of the window. You trusted him but you were biased and in love. Chan could see things a little more clearly but he still had some bias himself; he was a little jealous and he could recognize that.

“What do you mean she kissed him? Are you serious?”

“We were on a break…”

“So? That doesn’t mean he can just go off and meet other people… That’s not how breaks work. He couldn’t give you a couple weeks to figure things out before luring some other woman into his arms?”

“I know. He said that she’s the one who initiated it and she even admitted that she was trying to pursue him but she also said that she backed off when she realized that he had someone. There aren’t any holes in their story. She didn’t mention the kiss when I spoke to her and I don’t blame her, but everything adds up.”

Chan sighed. “Okay. I’ll leave it alone as long as you’re okay with this…”

“I believe him.”

“Okay,” he said. “Well, anyway, are we still on to see each other today? Do you still want to get something for brunch?”

“Yeah. Will you stay over tonight?”

“Yeah. I missed holding you. I’ll be over soon babe.”

Chan hung up with you and he felt butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing you. That was the thing with you; he still felt butterflies whenever he saw you. 

He took a quick shower and looked through his closet, taking special care to look nice. He was in a good mood despite last night’s drama and he craved a compliment from you. Your compliments meant the world to him. 

He headed to your place, a flower in his hand. He’d seen someone on the side of the street selling flowers and decided that you’d definitely like it. It was purple and had a strong, sweet smell that wasn’t too overwhelming. 

He hid the flower behind his back and knocked on your door. From behind the door, he heard the pitter patter of your feet before you came to the door. You yanked it open with a warm smile. Chan came inside and took his sneakers off before he revealed the flower. “I got you something.”

Your eyes lit up and you took the flower from him. Chan took off his jacket, hanging it up in the closet. “Thank you,” you said, looking around. “I’m not sure where I should put it.”

Chan looked around, positive that you’d at least have a wine bottle somewhere. He looked in your recycling bin and found an empty bottle of wine. He washed it out in the sink and filled it with some water.

You said, “Good thinking.”

Chan smiled as he put the bottle on the table. You stuck the flower in. “It’s perfect.”

Chan said, “Like you.” He pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead. He found forehead kisses were more romantic. And he loved the way your lips curled up into a huge smile afterward. 

“What kind of food do you wanna eat?”

“I’m in the mood for soup. What do you think? It’ll be good since we drank last night.”

Chan nodded. “Are you hungry now?”

You stepped closer to him and kissed him. “I am but I want something else first…”

Chan wrapped his hands around your waist. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

You reached for his pants, unbuttoning them. “Something that’ll make us both feel good…”

Chan bit his lip as you pulled his pants and boxers down, leaving his semi-hard cock out. As you placed a finger on the head, it sprung upward. Then you got on your knees and ran your tongue across it. Chan let out a heavy sigh, a wave of pleasure shooting through him, making his legs weak. He cursed under his breath and he ran his fingers across your cheek. You looked so sexy, on your knees for him like that. 

You took him deeper, a loud groan escaping his lips. He pushed his hips forward, his cock going deeper into your mouth. Your lips felt amazing around him. His legs started to shake with pleasure. 

Chan said, “I need you, baby…”

You stood up and licked your lips. Chan got out of his pants in a hurry, desperate to touch you. He pulled your shirt off over your head. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing a bra. He smirked as he helped you out of your pants. 

You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. He watched as your breasts bounced with each step. You were the perfect size for him. He pushed you back onto the bed and you landed with a bounce. You giggled and a second later, he was on top of you. He attacked your lips first then the rest of your body, sucking and licking any part of you that he could. From underneath him, your body shivered at the sudden pleasure. You whimpered and let out soft little moans. Then, you started stroking him as he began kissing you. 

It all felt so good and you were wet and ready. Chan whispered in your ear, “Let me taste you…”

You pulled away from him, positioning yourself above his mouth. Without any further ado, Chan pulled your body down onto his mouth and started going to work on you. He started licking around your clit, careful not to touch it just yet. You groaned in anticipation but he wasn’t going to let you have it just yet. He wanted to take his time with you. He wasn’t concerned about eating lunch with you now; he was fully prepared to have you to fulfill his appetite instead. 

As you squirmed from above him, he enjoyed the beautiful sounds coming from your mouth. Then, he started attacking your clit, pulling you down as you started fidgeting. You held onto the wall as you came with a strangled moan. 

You got off of Chan and he kissed you. “Can you taste yourself baby?”

You nodded with your teeth tugging at your lip. You sat on the bed next to him. Chan was having a hard time containing himself. He found himself on top of you kissing you sloppily. You whined into his mouth as he kissed you. 

“Please,” you begged, desperate for him to be inside of you. 

“Roll over on your stomach,” he said. 

Without question, you rolled over and in a few seconds you could feel him pushing inside of you. He filled you with a groan, pausing for a moment to take you in. He started thrusting into you slowly, filling you up with every inch. You moaned softly from underneath him, grabbing onto the sheets. 

Then, he lifted himself up and started pounding into you with no mercy. He cursed under his breath and started kissing your neck as you moaned and whined under him. 

“Babe,” he said, pulling out of you. He flipped you onto your back. “I want to see the faces you make when you come.”

You smiled and kissed him as he sunk into you again. You moaned out as he thrusted in and out of you. He loved the sounds you were making and he wanted you to come. He put a bit of his weight on you so that his pelvis was running against your sweet spot. Your moans became louder and you held him tightly as he thrusted into you hard. 

“Chan,” you said, out of breath, “I’m gonna…”

“Come for me baby,” he whispered into your neck before he kissed it. 

And with the encouragement, your legs started shaking as you neared the finish line. He watched you as your face twisted into that beautiful face you made when you came. Chan was ready now. He wouldn’t last much longer after those faces you made. He groaned as he pulled out of you as he came on your stomach. 

You smiled up at him as his eyes closed and he released the last of his sticky white cum on your belly. When his eyes opened, he was met with the beautiful sight of you. He sighed and got some tissues to clean you up. 

Chan collapsed on the bed next to you. You rolled over onto your side and kissed him. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes. 

You said, “I love you, Yuchan.”

“I love you, too…” Like clockwork, his stomach growled. “Uh, can we go eat now?”

You giggled. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

*

Na-Ri wasn’t up to date on the situation between you, Chan, and Jun. You’d been a pretty crappy texter since that night. Your mind had just been all over the place, so when she suggested getting dinner after work, you agreed. 

She swung her arms around you when she saw you. “It’s been too long. How are things?” 

“They’ve been a little...messy but things are much better now.”

“Well, let's get a table and talk about it.”

You led your friend into the restaurant and got seated right away, at a table near the window. You stared out the window for a moment, taking in the scenery. The streets were crowded, with heavy evening traffic from cars and buses. The sidewalks were filled with people, getting off of school and work. You sighed before you were met with Na-Ri’s interested eyes. She raised her eyebrows in anticipation. You chuckled to yourself before you called the waitress over to order. 

Na-Ri placed her order and then yours, because you were so predictable. “Okay, so what’s going on?”

“Jun and I went to that party last weekend and Chan was there, too…”

“You invited him?”

“No,” you said. “He went with Jason.”

“Speaking of Jason,” she said, “I guess I have something to tell you, too…” She cleared her throat. “Me and Jason have been texting and we may or may not have gone on a date last weekend…”

Your eyes widened, both surprised and not surprised. “What? What about that guy you were seeing?”

“He was okay but I wasn’t attracted to him...Not like I thought I was.” She took a sip of water. “Anyway, me and Jason exchanged numbers awhile ago...on the night we were playing cards. He messaged me and we were both free and, well, he took me out for dinner.” She broke out into a wide, toothy smile. “And he took me home and he didn’t kiss me goodnight. I mean, a kiss would’ve been nice but I guess he was just being a gentleman about it. God knows how much I need to get laid...”

“Interesting,” you said. “You know, Chan always said he had a crush on you. I mean, he was always flirting with you if the two of you were ever in the same room.”

“You’re not wrong...but—” She shook her head. “Wait, why are we making this about me? What’s going on with you? Chan was at the party and…?”

“So I went to the party with Jun and I was surprised to see that Chan was sitting at a table with Jun’s coworkers. Apparently Jason knew one of the girls at the table and that’s how they ended up there. He mentioned he was going to a party but he didn’t say which one. Anyway, Chan overheard something about Jun being involved with one of his coworkers and he confronted me about it. Then, I confronted Jun about it...”

“I don’t like where this is going. I’m gonna grab a bottle of soju from the fridge. Hold on.” Your friend stood and grabbed a single bottle of the clear, dangerous alcohol, bringing it back to the table. Like clockwork, two glasses were placed on the table by the restaurant staff.

Na-Ri popped the bottle open and started pouring the cold liquor into the small glasses. She slid one over to you and you both downed the alcohol. 

“Anyway, Jun told me that he kissed someone while we were on that break...It was one of his coworkers. They have a history apparently.”

“History? What does that mean?”

“They went to college together. He liked her but she didn’t like him...until recently, I guess. And you should see her, Na-Ri...She looks like a fucking supermodel with her fashion style and her stupid perfect features. Ugh, I wanted to hit her. Like, actually hit her.”

Na-Ri stared for a moment. “Well, why didn’t you?” She paused and shook her head, putting her finger on her chin. “Actually, I take that back. Why didn’t you slap Jun into next week?”

You laughed. “Trust me, I wanted to at first. The only reason I found out is because of Chan and I appreciated that even though I was pissed. I confronted Jun and he came clean about everything. He said that she was the one who kissed him first. And later, I had enough courage to confront her too. She said the same thing and that she didn’t know about us. Basically, I don’t think either one of them were lying. What they said lines up.”

Na-Ri sighed. “I don’t like this, Y/N…I mean, why didn’t he tell you sooner? Why did it come out like this? If you were on a break, he should’ve told you instead of hiding it for all this time.”

“I know, I know.”

“Just...be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt again...”

*

Jun was frustrated with the way things played out at the party. He knew that he created this mess by not setting boundaries and by giving into his own selfish desires. Malai was the one who kissed Jun but he let it happen for a second too long. The kiss confused him and made him question himself and his relationship with you. He loved you, of course, but he was having trouble ignoring the leftover feelings he had for Malai. 

He saw her in the building lobby on his way out from work. She looked like she was waiting for someone but Jun decided to approach her. He hadn’t spoken to her properly since the night of the party. He felt guilty about it all. He never meant for Malai to end up in the middle of the problems he was having with you. 

She didn’t smile when she saw Jun coming. The air between them had been full of tension and unspoken words. 

Jun cleared his throat. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how things went at the party,” he explained. “I don’t know how it ended up like that but I’m sorry you got dragged into my own problems.”

“You didn’t tell her about me at all, did you?”

Jun shook his head. “I didn’t think it mattered. You were a crush that didn’t return my feelings. It was embarrassing enough, falling for you and then finding out that you didn’t want me back.”

“I do now…” 

Jun raised his eyebrows. “What?”

“Recently…I realized I like you. That’s why I kissed you. I didn’t know you had someone then.”

“Oh…”

“I still like you,” she said, “but it doesn’t matter now...”

Jun’s heart dropped. He was overwhelmed with his feelings and also his guilt. He hadn’t exactly cheated on you but he wasn’t being honest about his feelings, not even to himself. Was this one of those situations where he had feelings for two women at once? Was this how you felt when you realized you still had feelings for Chan? He hated feeling like this. He hated not being in control of his emotions. 

She said, “Do you love her?”

“Of course. Why?”

“Just wondering…” She cleared her throat. “Anyway, I accept your apology so we can move past this. We can still be friendly toward each other, right?”

Jun cleared his throat. “Yeah, of course.”

A man started walking her way. He called her name and she spun around on her heel. She gave him a hug before pulling away and turning to him. “Hansol, this is my coworker, Jun. He works on the tech team.”

Hansol smiled and reached out to shake Jun’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

Jun grabbed his hand, enveloped by Hansol’s strong grasp. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Well, we’re going to dinner so I’ll see you around. See you at the office, Jun.” 

And with that, he earned one last smile from Hansol and a wave from Malai before she linked arms with him and walked away. As Jun watched them walk away, he felt a pang of jealousy that he couldn’t understand.

[whattodowithace]

When you're upset (A.C.E)

Title: When you're upset

Pairing: A.C.E x Reader

Genre: Slight angst; Fluff

Word count: 1204

Writer: Kpopmadness (Ju)

Warnings: On Donghun's story the reader goes through a panic attack

Summary: A.C.E reacting to different situations in which you are upset. Seeing you hurt also makes their heart hurt for you and driving them to make you feel better.

Chan

“Just leave me alone.” I groan angrily as I go to my boyfriends and I’s bedroom and fall onto the bed. Tears threatening to fall down my cheeks.

“Not until we sort this out.” He whines, referring to my bad day and lack of communication with him unless it was to snap at him. He flops onto the bed beside me and starts rubbing slow circles on my back.

“I don’t want to talk.” I tell him as I bury my head further in the bed sheets.

Chan stops rubbing my back and moves his hands to wrap around my waist, holding me close to him while his head rests between my shoulder blades.

“Then don’t. But let me hold you until you feel better, love.” He whispers.

Somehow, that simple phrase breaks my icy exterior, causing me to break down into sobs. Chan holds me while I cry, never saying anything, just offering comfort through his presence.

Seyoon

“Did I upset you?” Seyoon asks on our drive home from a dinner party.

I don’t answer, I keep my eyes on my phone in my lap. I knew if I said something it would only make things worse because I was upset.

“Why are you not talking to me?” He asks as he tries to take my hand but gets it pulled away.

Seyoon gives out an irritated sigh and keeps driving. Silence stretching between us the whole way home. When Seyoon parks in our driveway, I get out and go into our house without saying a word.

Seyoon closes the door behind me as he tries again, “Was it because of what I said earlier?” Referring to a snarky remark he made at me in front of everyone. Embarrassing me.

To be fair, I knew he was tired. And I knew he didn’t want to go to the dinner party and I forced him to go. It was partly my fault that he was in a sour mood, but I was too stubborn to admit that.

I take my shoes off at the front door and start walking to our bedroom to change when Seyoon’s arms wrap around me, holding me in a tight hug.

“I’m really sorry.” He whispers, his voice cracking. Making me falter.

I let out a sigh and take his hands in mine that were around my waist as I lean into his chest.

“I’m sorry too.” I whisper. Making him kiss my temple and hold me tighter.

Byeongkwan

I lay on the couch snuffling quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. I had an old scrapbook out in front of me, seeing photos of my parents who lived half way across the world from me made me get more emotional than I thought.

I hear Byeongkwan come into the living room, making me quickly wipe the tears from my eyes. Hoping he wouldn’t notice. It doesn’t work.

“Are you crying?” He asks me, coming closer to where I sat.

“No.” I say quickly, my voice far too shaky to be believable. I meet his eyes and see worry in them, making me somehow lose it again.

Byeongkwan quickly moves the scrapbook from beside me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. I cry into his shoulder as he plays with my hair.

“Do you miss home?” He asks me softly.

I nod my head, too upset to even voice my answer. Byeongkwan holds me closer to him.

“You’re okay, baby.” Byeongkwan whispers into my ear as the sobs subside and I slowly start opening up to him.

Jun

I wince as I try to move around, hoping it would help the pain. I had had a migraine all day. The worst I had ever experienced. The pain never lessening enough for me to get relief. By now my head felt like it was about to explode.

Jun comes into our bedroom to see me standing by the dresser shaking with tears in my eyes.

“Why are you up?” He asks gently as he rushes over to me and takes my arm.

“I can’t get comfortable.” I tell him, my voice shaky and my vision blurring.

Jun wraps his arms around me as he scoops me up and places me back on the bed, covering me with a blanket.

“You need to rest.” He whispers to me, wiping away strands of hair that had fallen into my eyes.

I let out a sob and press my hands to my temples, “It hurts to bad, Juhnee.” My voice barely above a whisper.

Jun’s eyes fill with tears as he crawls into bed beside me and let’s me bury my head in his chest as he holds me tightly.

“I promise you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers as he continues to hold me tightly. Somehow, I manage to fall asleep with my head still buried in his chest.

Donghun

We were at a party, it was way bigger than I expected it to be. My nerves already shot from the long day I had had at work. I hadn’t said anything though when Donghun mentioned wanting to come to this party. I just agreed and got dressed. Even though I could feel myself coming apart at the seams.

The music booms loudly, too loudly, people talk and yell over the music. Overwhelming me, making the drink that was in my hands shake with my ever shaking hands. My skin feels hot and the walls feel like they’re going to collapse on me, making me run my fingers through my hair nervously and roam through the room trying to find a ‘safe place’

Donghun finds me in the crowd and walks over, his smile wide. “Are you having fun?” He asks.

I look up at him and his smile quickly turns to a frown as he sees the panicked tears in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, quickly taking my drink from my hands to hold them in his.

“I need to leave.” I tell him, my voice shaking.

Donghun watches me for a moment before taking my hand and leading me through the crowds of people, down the houses hallway until he finds an unused room and pulls me inside.

The room is a closet to be exact. A small closet. It’s hanged up clothing hitting me in the face as soon as we step inside, making the space even smaller.

“No...no...no no no.” I whimper, “It’s too small in here, I don’t want to be in here. I want to go home, Donghun.” I cry, my voice getting higher and my chest tighter.

Donghun quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. I fight him slightly because of the confined area.

“Hey.” He whispers in my ear, catching my attention.

“You’re okay, Princess.” He soothes, running a hand through my hair. “Just take it easy.”

I eventually calm down, mimicking the deep breaths Donghun was taking as my head rested on his chest, his grip around me keeping me close to him.

When he sees I’ve calmed down enough he places a kiss on my forehead. “Let’s go get ice cream before we go home.” He suggests, making me smile.

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

Park Junhee

Jun x Reader

Fluff

Summary: Park Junhee, sounds nice I guess.

You’d always been so fascinated with soulmates and their various connections with each other. You’d always found the traditional tattoo to be your favorite. 

Park Junhee

That was what was tattooed right over your heart. You used to flaunt your tattoo to your friends, but then they started to pick on you about it.

“Y/N, stop.” One of them groaned. “We know you’re so enamored with your soulmate but please shut up about it.”

“We get that your soulmate is gonna be your everything, but we don’t want to hear about how you’re so ready to meet him. Plus you have such a traditional connection, why would anyone want to flaunt that.” 

And since then you kept quiet about your connection. You got more tattoos, but you always kept your chest free of your own tattoos. You only wanted his name to be there.

“Y/N let’s go!” You heard your roommate yell. “We’re gonna be late if we don’t leave now!” You rushed downstairs,  putting on your shoes in a hurry. When you got to work, you rushed to the back to put your stuff down. It was the first day you weren’t a trainee at the tattoo shop you’d been an apprentice at for almost 2 years. You’d done a couple of tattoos on your coworkers and yourself, but you really liked doing the piercings.

Now ready, you looked at your schedule. You only had a couple scheduled, but you always welcomed walk-ins. You had a little while before your first appointment showed up, so you helped the new receptionist with some paperwork and getting things set up in other artists stations. You heard someone yelling for you.

“Yeah?”

“You’re first appointment is here!” You rushed to the front. 

“Hello, I’m Y/N.” You smiled. “Which one of you are getting a piercing done?” The sad eyed one raised his hand. “Great. If you could fill this out and tell me what piercing you want I can go head and set up.” He nodded, taking the form and said he wanted his eyebrow done.

“So why an eyebrow piercing?” You asked him.

“I just think it looks cool.” He smiled. “Junhee said that it’d look good too.” You nodded, marking where his eyebrow piercing would go. You didn’t really catch the name Donghun said at first, but when you did, you looked at the boy beside him. He’d been quiet ever since he entered the shop.

“Are you nervous for him?” You asked him. This made the boy laugh.

“Not really. Donghun has always been fearless.” You laughed with him. “I’ve always been the more scared one.” You nodded.

“Well, it really depends on your pain tolerance.” You said absentmindedly. “Usually if your tolerance is high you like to get tattoos and piercings.” You smiled nicely at the two boys. “You ready?”

“Definitely.” Donghun had this cheeky aura around him, like he liked to mess with his friends. 

“Great, so I already marked where the piercing will go. Just check it to make sure it’s where you want it.” Donghun looked in the mirror you handed him.

“It’s perfect.”

“Excellent. So on the count of three, I’ll push the needle through. Try not to move because it can tear where the needle is.” You looked over at Junhee. “And make sure if it get’s too much for you to look away and focus on your breathing.” He nodded and adverted his eyes.

“One. Two. Three.” And with a push, the needle was through Donghun’s eyebrow. There was hardly any blood. “And now all I have to do is pull the jewelry through.” You screwed the ball on the end of his piercing. You gave him the rundown on basic care for the piercing, wiping some blood that was forming around the piercing. You looked over at Junhee as you took your gloves off.

“Are you okay?” You asked, he was a little pale. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved his hands about. “Just a little shocking that anyone would willingly do that.” You laughed.

“It’s not that bad.” You clapped his shoulder, feeling a buzz run between you. You froze.

“I guess I’ll let you two talk.” Donghun laughed, almost ruining your moment.

“Well, I guess I finally met Park Junhee.” He laughed at that, grabbing your hand.

“And it looks like I also met Y/N.” 

[starlit-serenade]

A.C.E Reacting to their S/O Wearing their Clothes

Summary: How would A.C.E react to seeing their S/O wearing their clothes?

Word Count: 961 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Lee Donghun (Donghun); Kim Sehyoon (Wow); Park Junhee (Jun); Kim Byeongkwan; Kang Yuchan (Chan);

Rated: E / Warnings: None / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 A.C.E Masterlist 》

Lee Donghun (Donghun)

Donghun finds you awfully cute in general, and you in his clothes is even more adorable. He'd want to snuggle you to death. He absolutely loves you in his clothes, so so very much.

Donghun has invited you on a night walk, and you're very excited.  Since it's much later at night, you need to put on warm clothes. You fish through your closet and find a nice pair if sweatpants and--ah!--you find an old sweatshirt that Donghun gave you at the beginning of your relationship.

You pull on the sweatshirt and walk into the living room where your boyfriend is waiting for you.

"Donghun, are you ready to go?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm ready." He turns around and freezes when he sees you. "Is that mine?"

You look down at the sweatshirt. "Yes?"

"It looks adorable on you, Baby," he says, standing up to walk over and take your hand.

"Thank you, Donghunnie," you say.

Kim Sehyoon (Wow)

Sehyoon is the type of boyfriend to want you to wear his clothes. He's a tiny bit possessive, so seeing you in his clothes makes him feel like you really are his. He just loves the sight of you in his clothes.

Sehyoon is working in the music studio, late at night, when he hears a knock at the door. He frowns. Everyone left at least an hour ago.

"Come in," he calls out.

The door opens, and he swears his heart melts at the sight of you in the doorway. You're wearing one of his sweaters, which he had given you months ago to keep. It looks so big on you, and makes you look so small and cozy.

"Y/N, Baby," he says. "It's eleven at night, why aren't you asleep?"

"I missed you," you mumble. He smiles and scoots his chair backward, spreading his arms.

"Come here," he says. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him in a hug, leaning into him. He hums, content in being with you, and presses a kiss to your forehead.

Park Junhee (Jun)

Junhee finds you in his clothes awfully adorable. Honestly, he practically supplies you with hoodies and sweaters. He buys sweaters with the expectation that they will disappear within the week. He wants you to take all of his sweaters. He definitely feels a bit possessive, and you're wearing his clothes--especially in public--because it reminds him that you're his, as well as the fact that it just makes you look adorable.

"I'm heading out to go shopping," you say, heading toward the door. You walk past your boyfriend, who is sitting on the couch.

"Baby, is that my sweatshirt?"

You turn around and realize that Junhee is staring at you. You look at your outfit and--oh yeah! It is. You didn't even know, you just pulled on the first thing you could find.

"Oh, I didn't even realize," you say. "Do you want it back?"

He shakes his hand and pulls you over to him, kissing your cheeks and your nose.

"No. I love seeing you in my clothes," he mumbles into your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Kim Byeongkwan

Byeongkwan generally finds you to be the cutest person ever. But when you're wearing his clothes--especially something like a sweater or an oversized T-shirt--it makes you a thousand times cuter. He wants to bundle you up and cuddle with you.

Byeongkwan closes the door as he enters your home. He's just returned back home to Korea from tour, and he doesn't want to wake you up, as it's so late at night. But as he turns from the door, he sees you snoring on the couch in one of his sweaters, a blanket half covering you and half falling off, keeping you warm while you sleep.

"Baby," he mutters to himself, smiling softly. You look so cozy and tiny and cute and comfortable in his sweater.

He walks over and grabs the blanket, trying to re-cover you properly. You shift in your spot at the feeling of the blanket moving over you, and you blink up at him, a smile creeping over your sleepy face.

"Byeongkwannie," you mumble. You reach up at him and pull him into a hug. "I missed you."

"Were you waiting for me, Baby?" he asks.

"Yeah. I was hoping to stay awake until you got here, I think I fell asleep," you explain.

"That's okay. Let's go to sleep, Baby."

Kang Yuchan (Chan)

Yuchan is completely absolutely weak for you in any of his clothes, especially when it's a sweater that makes you look tiny. His members are definitely aware of his weakness for you, and they tease him for it.

You grab the first hoodie you can find from your closet, which happens to be Yuchan's. You're supposed to meet Yuchan at practice and then go out for a coffee date, but you lost track of time and have to run over there in five minutes.

You pull on the hoodie in a panic and run out the door quickly. When you arrive at the building, you run to the practice room that they usually practice in.

You poke your head into the practice room and see the members of A.C.E joking around. Their practice has just ended, and they're all just chatting before heading to their dorm or other places. Jun looks over at you and waves, before turning back to Yuhan.

"Yuchan, isn't that your hoodie?"

Chan turns and looks at you. You see his eyes soften as his eyes land on you.

"That's my baby in my hoodie."

He approaches you and engulfs you in a hug, his members snickering at you two from behind. "Hi, Baby."

"They're adorable," Sehyoon says.

[whattodowithkpop]

Looking For Mommy (Jun)

Title: Looking For Mommy

Paring: Jun x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 640 Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

A/N: Does this count as a dad!ace?

*****

The cool autumn night brought a soft wind that rustled the multicolored trees that accented the sidewalk I was currently on. I sniff the cold air, stuffing my hands further into my coat as I approach the little supermarket that was the go to place in the small neighborhood.

I shuffle into the warm market, breathing out a sigh of relief as I feel the heat surround me from the market’s heater. I walk through the aisles, knowing exactly where I needed to be. I had many nights that I visited this market late at night, picking up some late night snacks to cope with my studying.

I reach the correct aisle, walking down it as I face the wall full of instant noodles all different brands and kinds staring me in the face.

As I weigh my options, I feel a tug in my sweater, my eyes traveling down to a little girl who looks up at me with big brown eyes and a bright smile.

“Hi sweetheart.” I squeal as I lean down to be eye level with the dark headed girl. “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for mommy.” She tells me, making worry and fear corse through me as I look aroubd the area in the hope her mother was nearby.

I reach my hand out for her to grab, which takes tightly as I stand.

“I’ll help you find her.” I smile at her, her smile mimicking mine. “What’s your name?”

The little girl opens her mouth to respond, before a male’s voice catches her attention, her head turning towards a young man with brown hair and a frantic expression on his face.

“Hi daddy!” She exclaims as the young man approaches us.

“That’s your dad?” I ask her, making sure I wasn’t going to let her go with a stranger.

The young man approaches us as the young girl responds.

“I am so sorry about this, I turned away for a split second.” The man apologizes as he bows over and over again, making me smile in amusement at his flustered ways.

“This is my daddy.” The little girl smiles as she releases my hand to stand next to her dad.

“Please don’t wonder off, you scared me to death.” The man leans down to hug her, my heart easing clealry seeing the care he had for her, convincing me he was her true father.

“She was okay.” I laugh, catching both of their attention. “She is adorable.”

I shoot her a wink, making her laugh.

“Thank you.” The man bows again. “She’s been wondering around more recently.”

“Daddy.” She got his attention by tugging his sweater. “I found mommy.”

The mans eyes widen as he looks between me and her quickly. He laughs nervously. “What are you talking about, sweetie?”

The little girl points at me with a bright smile. “I found mommy.”

I suddenly cough, surprised by the sudden appointment by the little voice.

“Sweetie, that’s not mommy.” The man looks to me before whispering where his daughter couldn’t hear. “I’m so sorry.”

I cover my mouth as I laugh. “You’re so cute.” I tell her.

“Does that mean you’ll date my daddy?” She asks with a hopeful gleam in her eye.

“If your daddy asks me out, I wouldn’t say no.” I giggle as her dad looks up at me in shock, his face reddening in color.

She looks up at her dad, her face full of excitement.

The young man stutters about, not creating full sentences before he suddenly blurts out. “My name is Jun!”

I giggle at his cuteness as I bow in greeting, introducing myself to him. “Would you like to go for a coffee sometime?” I ask him, seeing that his nerves may make it harder for him to ask through his stutters.

“Sure.” Jun smiles back with a nervous smile. “I’d like that.”

MASTERLIST

[monstaless]

A.C.E Masterlist

All Members

Scenarios

First Kisses

Park Junhee (Jun)

Nothing yet.

Lee Donghun

Nothing yet.

Kim Sehyoon (Wow)

Nothing yet

Kim Byeongkwan

Timestamps: 8:47

Kang Yuchan (Chan)

Timestamps: 8:56

Masterlist

[gallifer]

A.C.E as rare/weird words I like with definitions

Junhee- Kenshō: The zen experience or enlightenment, when one's own nature is seen for what it truly is.

Donghun- Zenosyne: The sense that time keeps going faster.

Sehyoon- Aubade: A song greeting the dawn.

Byeongkwan- Frisson: A shiver of pleasure.

Yuchan- Appetence: An eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or natural bond.