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2-cute-4-school · 4 years ago

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𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜/𝚘

a/n: hiiiii so i decided to make this a 2in1 reaction; basically i just put together 2 of my requests that were *in my opinion* closely related. hope y’all don’t mind and enjoy!! ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

requested by annonies: ‘Hey.. could you please do nct dream reaction to s/o having high fever and just wants cuddls? 🥺 like how would they take care of them.. make it fluffy please.’ & ‘nct dream reaction to their s/o being EXTREMELY tired and then like ummmmm cuddling and stuff maybe?? *uwuing in the distance*’

Mark Lee

okay but just imagine this (๑◕︵◕๑)

cuddle sessions when you’re both stretched thin and overworked

even though we all know he isn’t big on skinship i think he would throw all reticence out the window when it’s crystal clear that you both NEED each other ꒰๑˃͈꒳˂͈๑꒱ﾉ*ﾞ̥

so you just crawl under the bankets into his arms and you both just lay together in silence just enjoying each other’s presence

bonus points if he runs his hand through your hair and you trace shapes with the pads of your fingers on his skin (´,,•ω•,,)♡

it would probaby take a couple of lazy kisses and if you’re really really soft he might just hum some song lowly in your ear

just a lil heads up:

you ain’t getting out of his arms ‘til next morning so better hope you peed beforehand and have a bottle of water in reach (ಠ‿↼)

the only thing that would make him get up without a second thought?

if you’re feverish because of your exhaustion

his worry wouldn’t allow him to settle down until he’s 110% sure he made everything in his power to keep you comfortable

“cold towels, water, painkillers just in case, is there anything i’m forgetting? babe, should i make you some tea-”

“mark, you know what would make me feel SO much better?”

“huh?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“CUDDLES, BABE, CUDDLES!!” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

you don’t have to say that twice, your man is tucking you into his side in an instant flash ain’t got nothing on mark, he’s a man on a mission

he’ll try to stay awake long enough to make sure you’ve fallen asleep properly since he knows your fever won’t go away without proper rest

might hover over you the next morning too!! ( ≧Д≦)

Huang Renjun

this boy would FRET like CONSTANTLY

especially if you develop a fever

he keeps piling up a lot of stuff in your room, anything he deems would be potentially helpful at some point is surrounding your bed

“jun, why tf is a cactus on my nightstand?” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

“what if haechan walks through the door?”

“... understandable” ¯\_( ◉ 3 ◉ )_/¯

your room looks like a deposit at this point and you’ve tried to drag him to bed more times than you can count

but he’s restless ༼ ಥ ‿ ಥ ༽

until your frustration topples over and you’re on the verge of tears as you ask him for ✨cuddles ✨

he might actually feel bad for not joining you earlier so he’s gonna be EXTRA soft with you enjoy it while you can

he’s gonna pepper kisses all over you as he encases you in his lil arms and nuzzles his face into the crown of your head (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

he’s ready to offer free massages or head scratches!!!! LIMITED OFFER DON’T MISS OUT!!!

also he’s ready for literally anything

fever? medicine and wet towels nearby. thirst? 4 bottles of water AND gatorade. hunger? your favourite take out is waiting. any intruders? cactus is right by his hand. cuddles? CUDDLES!!!!! (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

i think he’ll probably stay up even after you fell asleep, reading about how exhaustion affects one’s body and how to help i just think he’s a really wholesome person despite his all ‘don’t talk to him he angy’ character

but he’s still SO attentive to you!!

he’s down to anything that would make you feel better and if that means 20 hours of non stop cuddling so be it (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Lee Jeno

i think he’d be REALLY clingy with you even in normal circumstances kind of like how he’s with mark ya know

so your affected well-being will just give him an extra reason to evolve to his ULTIMATE LEVEL OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION◝( ′ㅂ`)و ̑̑

he won’t let you lift A FINGER

my man is cuddling you even while standing up (灬 ♡ ω ♡ 灬)

he’s also going to insist on carrying you anywhere even if it’s just from the bed to the bathroom this boi is strong you have no excuse to shy away from him he won’t let you

you have no chance at escaping him btw his arms are made of iron when it comes to cuddles good luck prying them off you

and even though he’s clearly focusing on your requested cuddles, he’ll ask you from time to time if you need anything, how you’re feeling, if you’re comfortable

lowkey uses the excuse of checking your temperature to give you endless forehead kithes cuz he can (*＾∀ﾟ)ъ

he also becomes kind of hyperaware of every little move you make

you shiver? he’s cocooning you in yet another blanket. you’re becoming restless? he adjusts your cuddling position until you’re fully comfortable.

NOTHING gets past him ┌༼ σ ‸ σ ༽┐

idk why but i have a hunch that jeno sleeps like a rock

so if he happens to fall asleep too and you need to get up? pfft yeah sure better call for a crane to lift you up from the bed ૮( ᵒ̌ૢꇴᵒ̌ૢ )ა｡

he’s also going to be EXTREMELY cranky if anyone dares interrupt your extended cuddle session this is strictly ‘only y/n and jeno time’

he might also entertain you with a few pictures of his cats if you’re feeling soft or ugly pictures of his members if you need a good laugh

would totally recommend leaving yourself in jeno’s care!! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

Lee Haechan

he would LIVE for your cuddle sessions (●♡∀♡))

despite that, he WOULDN’T STAND you being uncomfortable for a single second if he can do something against that

i think he’s the type of person who wouldn’t leave even the smallest of papercuts untreated when it comes to his partner so exhaustion? fever? yeah no. frickin. way. ┐(;Ծ⌓Ծ;)┌

and after he’s absolutely sure he has everything you might need nearby and put a cold cloth on your forehead and made sure you were hydrated and well fed

he finally climbs into bed with you and just SMOTHERS the shite outta you i’m not even kidding ꒰๑*´ᗜ`*꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

he’s full on *leech mode*, kisses and nuzzles and gentle caresses

and best part of the package? this man is a walking spotify premium!!

you get to choose whatever song you want and switch with no ads and he has no complaints since his payment is already made in cuddles

you thought this was the end of it?? SIKE

also an entertainment king!! ୧༼✿ ͡◕ д ◕͡ ༽୨

we all know he probably has shit on all of the members and he’s not shy to do some harmless story telling to put you in a good mood

so just imagine and try coming up with anything better

sleepy you engulfed in the sunshine himself’s arms, tightly cradled against him with his soothing honey voice murmuring and humming to you and only you ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

his protective side might surface too btw

no one is allowed near you and if someone somehow managed to bother you? oh hell naw 🙃

now they’re on hyuck’s black list good luck mate

his babie gets the royalty treatment in those times guaranteed

Na Jaemin

he’s a doting boyfriend either way i think we can all agree on that

but you clinging to him and asking for cuddles? you not feeling well?

yeah not on his watch mother hen in action part the sea (ﾉ･ｪ･)ﾉ

i don’t think he’d panic tho, his only struggle would be postponing the cuddles you’re asking for while he prepares something to eat and a tea and fluffs up the pillows and blankets he’s gathered (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

but once he’s done?

yeah you’re bundled in a mountain of softness and most importantly? our cuddle bug jaemin (♡ >ω< ♡)

he’ll keep you propped up against his chest while he feeds you himself, proper care is something unskippable in his agenda

but after that any cuddling position is FREE REAL ESTATE!!

anything his baby wants, his baby gets ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

but for the sake of his mental stability he’d prefer to be in a position from where he can see you

boi is too worried to let you out of his sight so he’s aiming to be the big spoon or facing you directly 三 ( ◜◡‾)っ)⁰▿⁰)

he’ll help you fall asleep in any way he can

he’ll caress your back, your arms, he’ll softly massage your neck and shoulders, he has a playlist ready for sleepy moods

he is PREPARED ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

he checks your temperature every so often and he grumbles with a pout if it doesn’t seem to be going down

but if it comes down to it he won’t hesitate to ask someone to bring some medicine and if your exhaustion and/or fever doesn’t relent he’ll insist on getting checked by a doctor

it would break his heart to see you so weak and no ammount of cuddles could repair it until he sees you up and healthy again (◕⌓◕;)

but he’ll do all the pampering in the world so don’t worry

Zhong Chenle

i think he would hesitate at first but only because he’s kinda scared he’ll only make it worse and he WOULDN’T want that ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

eventually i guess he’d step out to call his mum for help before he pulls some bull like ‘let’s do some math it’s gonna be fun’ and you lose your shit like no thanks fam i wanna live (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he’ll listen RELIGIOUSLY to his mum’s advice

makes you some chamomile exactly how you like it, probably pulls together something small to eat but won’t force you

what he will force you to take is some medicine you ain’t dying on his watch (๑･`▱´･๑)

and most importantly... DAEGAL CUDDLES!!!! imagine getting to cuddle every nctzen’s bias

he might get *a little* jelly tho if you pay too much attention to her tho

so he makes up some dumb excuse about dog hair aggravating your fever or some dubious other reason why you have to let go of his puppy and cuddle HIM!! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

he’ll do that cute thing where he leans his forehead against yours to check your temperature he has to be extra until the end

and before you go to sleep he’ll try to prod at you to tell him what caused you to be so exhausted that you developed a fever might nag at you too about how unheathy it is to let it get to that point

he just wants to help okay? baby is worried in his own way ( •́ ∧ •̀ )

if there’s ANYTHING he can do to help consider it done by the time you wake up he’ll ALWAYS go an extra mile for you

and chenle wants to make sure you are aware of that and can lean on him so it never gets to this point again

but for the time being... it’s cuddles and relaxation time!! ✧(๑✪д✪)۶

better believe he’s already preparing a spa day for both of you to enjoy like the ✨spicy ✨ bitches you are

Park Jisung

his heartbeat accelerates

and unfortunately it’s not because he’s flustered shame (#ﾟﾛﾟ#)

his only thought when he sees you with bag under your eyes and a cold wet cloth on your forehead is ‘shit, they’re dying wait no censor the first part i can’t get my mouth washed with soap but... poop, they’re dying’

ONE step away from calling for an ambulance or morgue in his mind

he SWEARS he’ll let you teach him how to ride a bycicle as long as you get out of this safe and sound (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

he’s a bit of a mess, but he’s your cute mess

it would take *quite* a bit of reassurance that you’re going to be fine after a good night’s sleep and some jisung time for him to somewhat relax

his cheeks will flush once he curls himself around your form no matter how many times you’ve cuddled before

but once you sigh blissfully once he wraps his arms around you, it’s game over for him ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

he MELTS against you

he’ll caress your head and gently scratch your scalp, lays kisses on your cheeks/forehead/crown of your head

but he will also fret every time you toss and turn or you make any sound that seems ‘distressed’ to him

we all know he can sleep anywhere under a frickin carpet so he won’t have any problems adjusting to whatever works for you since all that matters to him atm is that you’re comfortable (♡ >ω< ♡)

he just wants you to get better faster

he’ll talk to you in a hushed voice, encouraging and praising you and assuring you that once you’re all better he’ll help you with whatever you need and EVERYTHING will be well in the end ٩(ó｡ò۶ ♡)

he’s a senstitive person so he just wants to be there for you in any shape and form he can be

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lewispandora · 3 years ago

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Middle of the Night | Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

In which you and Lucas can’t be together but still do it in secret in the middle of the night.

Pairing: idol!Lucas x fem!reader

Genre: angst, smut, fluffy (?)

Word count: 1.8k

WARNINGS ⚠️: cheating, sex

A/N: It's really important to say that this was my first smut EVER. Actually, it was the first thing I wrote that was over 200 words lol. So please, be understanding to anything that is just not it yet – I promise I’ll get better with time. Also, this was inspired by Monsta X's Middle of the Night (those who know this song will get it as soon as they start reading it tbh). Another thing: although there is smut in here, this is not supposed to be a smut-focused scenario, the focus here is the agnsty situation Lucas and y/n are in. I’ll try to write a part II for this.

Ten and Yangyang’s thin screams could be heard all over the dorm followed by an angry and very Chinese Kun shouting “It’s too late for this!” Hendery was running after Bella who had one of his shoes on her mouth and Leon jumped from the dinner table to Xiaojun’s lap, spilling the Dak Gomtang he was having all over the floor. Winwin and Lucas could hear him exclamate “Oh no! Leon, it was the last portion! That is all Ten’s fault!”, although they both remained unfazed: it was just another normal late night in the WayV dorm afterall.

“Louis, come here, come,” Winwin called for the cat, extending his hand towards him without taking his eyes off the phone. “Good boy,” he said after feeling the fur on his hand, patting the cat’s head. “Hey Lucas, do you want to watch something? Our schedule tomorrow is late anyway-”

“TEN TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE CAT!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? LEON WAS WITH YOU!”

“YES BUT IT WAS YOU WHO TAUGHT HIM TO BE SMART!”

“CAN YOU GUYS STOP SCREAMING, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?”

“Why do I even live with these people?” Winwin sighed. “So, what do you say?’

Lucas was just going to say yes when his phone vibrated with your message. It was simple and short:

“Can you come over?”

It was all he needed.

“I can’t today, I’m going out.”

“What do you mean you’re going out? It’s winter midnight, Lucas. It’s her, isn’t it?” he asked, already knowing the answer just by the head tilt Lucas gave. “Dude, for how long do you intend to keep with this? Xuxi, you can’t-”

“Just save it for another time when I am devastated and will actually be willing to listen to you, okay? We both know it won’t take too long to happen anyway.” Lucas said and left the room.

He got the first coats and first boots he could find, knowing he couldn’t take too much or you could change your mind. He knew it quite well, it was not the first time he was in this situation.

To be honest, you two didn’t remember when you first met and it wasn’t important. The relevant facts were that you were truly and deeply in love when the time came for him to debut. As an idol, specially a SM idol, you could not even think about staying together: any scandal evolving Lucas meant a scandal evolving all NCT members and that was something he just couldn’t do. You understood him because deep down you always knew it would happen. So you distanced yourself from him for a while, met a rich guy ten years older than you and decided to stay with him – not because he was a nice guy because he certainly wasn’t, but because it was your way to remind yourself that Lucas was actually not the bad guy, he suffered just like you did.

You two barely talked for ten months until his birthday came and he had the audacity to invite you. That was when everything started. Lucas was just as stunning as ever, his eyes glowing by the faint mention of the new permanent subunit he was in or the members that inhered it. But it was nothing compared to the way he looked at you when you arrived.

Feeling as dislocated as you could feel, you stayed in the corner for most part of the party, just capturing Lucas’ moves throughout the entire party. Mark was the closest NCT member you knew so you didn’t mind when he approached you all of a sudden to say:

“Hey! Heard you got into the university you wanted, congratulations, y/n!”

“Oh, thank you Mark. Congratulations on the success you are having down there in America as well.”

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you.” He took a deep sip of his drink. “So, why don’t you try talking with him more? I bet no one is going to find it… weird. Go there, I know you want to.”

You were indecisive for a moment, switching your gaze between Lucas and Mark but, being backed by his securing look, you held your breath and stood up, going straight to the birthday boy. That was when he looked at you and directed his cute, excited and goofy smile towards you that you found out: you were not only truly and deeply in love with Lucas. You were also madly crazy for him.

Ever since then, you started doing the most insane thing you thought you would never be able to do: everytime you missed him too much and you knew your boyfriend wouldn’t appear, you sent Lucas a message asking him to come over. It didn’t matter what you guys did, it just had to be in between four walls and kept a secret by both of you. You didn’t care what it was nor what it meant, you just had to have him.

Tonight was one of those nights. Tired from all the college studies and your work, you took advantage of the fact that your boyfriend was in Daegu for a business trip and decided it was the moment to call him.

Lucas took less than thirty minutes to arrive at your studio. He didn’t even wait for the door to be properly opened before taking you on his arms and kissing your lips.

“Why did you take this long to message me?” he asked, lips still connected to yours.

“I’m sorry, it was the end of semester. I barely had time to sleep and I wanted to have a clean schedule so I could be only for you.” Nothing more was needed to be said. He knew you meant it.

Rapidly closing the door, Lucas turned himself back to you. Caressing your cheeks, he felt his eyes water. He was just so lucky to have you, even if it wasn’t as a whole. Even if it was just for a brief moment. Even if you actually weren’t his.

“Come, I have your favourite snacks. We can eat while relaxing, watching something.”

“I only want you,” he said softly, holding your buttcheeks and squeezing them while pushing you closer to him. The kiss shared by you two started calm and romantic but swiftly got fast and very needy. You pulled Lucas' hair a little bit, trying to contain the heat growing in your lower body but soon giving up.

“Just take me. Take me, please.”

Slowly directing his kiss to your neck, Lucas moved both of your bodies towards your bed, gently placing you on it. He grinned just by looking at your body under his. You were so vulnerable and, no matter what others said, so his. He took your pyjamas while taking his time to kiss every single part of your body, eyes not leaving yours even for one second, stopping only after having you in your lingerie.

Now it was your turn. Moving his head up to face yours, you started taking his clothes off. Some could feel bothered by the amount of layers due to the wintry cold but it wasn’t the case for the two of you. All you wanted to do was feel and kiss each other, deep gaze at each other. And that’s what you did. After taking his coat, jumper and shirt, you found yourself lost on his soft lips again. Kissing him passionately, you stroke his hair, slightly pulling him afar so you could down your kisses to his jaw.

Lucas sighed at almost every touch of yours on his body. He had this soft look eyeing you, had given up trying to stop smiling a while ago. You kept going down his neck, placing wet kisses and smooth bites here and there just to make him abruptly lose air. You stopped to look at him once more before moving down to where a happy trail would be. Anticipating what was to come, Lucas held strands of your hair and lifted you chin so he could kiss you.

When your mouth watered his manhood, it was still covered by his pants. You placed kisses in the entirety of his cock while massaging his balls, not taking your eyes off his. Lucas was so beautiful in every angle but this was by far one of your favourites. Smirking to yourself, you lowered his pants, revealing a knob wet by precum.

Just the direct contact of your mouth and his dick was enough to make Lucas groan loud. The effect you had on him was indescribable. You started taking him with your mouth and hands but slowly let him play with you while fucking your face. Even doing so, he made sure to fill his actions with suavity and passion. When he felt he was close, Lucas switched places with you, putting you under his body again.

“Y/n,” he said as he started trailing down kisses from your neck to your venus mount “you are so beautiful, so precious, so special. I hope you know that.” And with no previous warning, he buried his face in your pussy.

Eating you out into oblivion while kneading your breasts, Lucas made you quiver and arch you back like no one else ever did, like only he was able to. Making you moan his name and other inaudible things, you came undone. Not wasting any time, Lucas directed himself towards you, kissing you, making you taste your own juices.

With no previous warnings, he sank his dick inside you. One hand holding himself over you and the other holding you hand, Lucas started his thrusts slowly but quickly lost patience. Moaning your name while hearing you moan his, Lucas bit your lips, your jaw, your neck and your collarbone, trying to contain the killing amount of pleasure he was feeling – and trying to make you feel the same. Lucas was a sinner and he knew this well but he also did not care a bit: all he wanted was you, was to feel and fill you.

With sweat covering your bodies and shameful noises leaving your mouths, Lucas started to pound into you even harder. He was going crazy, completely mad. There was not even an inch that should stay untouched by him, not a single piece of your body that shouldn’t have his traces in it. You didn’t know where your mind was for a while already, all you were able to do was mark Lucas’ back while bouncing to his pace and moan his name uncontrollably among with other sounds which meanings are to be known. Actually, you did know: amiss. A terrible one. But you couldn’t care less.

When your bodies couldn’t take it anymore, you both gave in to the suffocating feeling and came together. You crying in pleasure, Lucas filling you with his love. That was all you two needed. You were happy again. You were complete again.

Unfortunately, the moment was not dogged to last too long. Before the sun rose up, without people noticing his steps, before the traces of your damnable actions could be alluded, Lucas would go back to his ways in the middle of the night just to pretend nothing really happened.

#nct scenarios #wayv #wayv lucas #nct lucas #lucas smut #lucas angst #nct smut #wayv smut

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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Femme: 40

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Pregnancy, Alcohol Consumption (drink responsibly), mentions making love, cumplay (not really), birth, tasting breast milk, emotions and more that I cant think of.

Length: 5.8k words

Announcement: This is dedicated to the Sherlock holmes anon who guessed the dad debate correct. It was Yoongi. Autocorrects may occur and other errors just let me know if there is anything majorly wrong.

Recap: Back from America. You and the boys have to deal with sickness as the last of winter turns to spring. You are finally able to go back to work, however, you find out you are pregnant. The doctor is running the DNA test who is the father.

The boys joined you one by one, each taking boxes and sorting through them, you helped to carry a rubbish bag for anything they were finally ready to part with. You organised so much stuff, and could finally see the crisp cream walls and grey marble tiles.

“We finally can have a computer room for our games?” Taehyung wiggles excitedly bumping fists with Jungkook who was wearing a pair of rabbit ears. “Or a new dance studio” Jimin grinned at Hoseok who made a cheerful noise while he was buried under a pile of little bags.

“Actually I was wondering if perhaps I could have this room” You spoke quietly folding an old shirt of Jin’s. “What why?” Namjoon was quite alarmed, “did we do something wrong?”

“No it is not that, I just want to make something special in this room. A surprise” they nodded some did so reluctantly. You got the key to the room. And ushered them out so you could start planning.

Over the next few weeks, Jiyong and Moon Inshik helped paint and they snuck in furniture while the boys were out. Jiyong was designing the whole thing. Describing your dream nursery with sketches and the colour scheme was white, grey and peach. Later moving on to clothing and designs preferring no pictures or words on the clothes. The baby clothes colour scheme was peach and yellow.

“You think the baby will be a girl?” “I think the baby would look cute in pink and yellow” “Have you heard back from the doctor about the DNA test?”

“Uh yeah yesterday I received the letter, I just wanted to make it special, I don’t know whether to tell him first or if it should be a group thing?” “Whatever feels right” he leaned down to your belly, his hands were cold and fingers thin, his daughter followed his actions touching your stomach as well and whispered to your baby giggling. “Uncle Jiyong is going to spoil you rotten”

“I don’t think you could if you tried”

Yoongi was in his studio returning home in a formal suit, he had met with a client and it seemed the meeting had gone really well; by the way, he didn’t shuffle and drop his bag but was actually humming. Knocking politely before opening the door he grinned “y/n? come in kitten”

The studio was brightly lit, which seemed odd, and his lips were pulled up in a smile. He looked content just satisfied with his day. You walked over slowly, he looked too happy, you were now having second thoughts. Maybe you shouldn’t tell them who the father is and just say we are pregnant to all the boys. “How was your day?”

“Really good, those boys are hectic, but they liked the song and I got a good percentage of its profits. And there will be more if I help them with the rest of their album. They actually invited us all to dinner tonight so, would you like to come”

He was so chatty and bubbly you hoped this didn’t ruin it, he kept trying to pull you forward and you were subtly avoiding him. Touching things on his desk and cleaning up a few papers. His sweater paws laid on the arms of his desk chair no longer grabbing for you.

“Why are you avoiding me, did I do something wrong?” His smile faded and you wanted to hit yourself for being the reason. “No, you are perfect Yoongi,” Not looking at him, the guilt of ruining his happiness set in. “Did you do something wrong, did you break something?”

“Yoongi, I have something to tell you and it’s important” he licked his pretty pink lips in anticipation. Standing with a sigh he ran his hand down his face, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. The sight stirring you, you liked watching Yoongi undress. He walked you to the couch, where he held your hand and waited patiently.

“Tell me” his voice was low and serious offering you a moment. “It’s good news well I think so, but I am worried how you will feel”

Searching your face for the answer, your hands were shaking as you pulled the opened letter from your pocket and you handed it to him.

Opening the paper he began reading, he was quiet for a long time frowning “what does it mean? the DNA results confirm with ninety-nine point eight percent accuracy that Min Yoongi is determined as the biological father”

He looked up to see you crying. “I’m not your great great great granddad or something am I, we aren’t even from the same country” “No idiot” Laughing through misty eyes you pulled out the ultrasound photo and sniffled “This is our baby, Yoongi. You're going to be a dad”

Lunging into your arms he pulled back alarmed touching your belly to make sure he hadn’t hurt the precious bean inside. He wasted no time kissing your lips, face and neck. Laughing even though he was crying, he held you to his chest. “My kitten we are having a baby”

The afternoon was spent cuddling in his bedroom. He rubbed your tummy humming quietly, it was a soft tune that you had never heard before and he looked so content. Stirring only occasionally to ask you questions, “How long has it been?”

“Well I found out when I was about nine weeks, and I technically didn’t want anyone to know until after sixteen weeks, but currently I am twelve weeks which is three months. I’m not showing just yet, but, will you still love me when I get fat?” “I want to see you big with my baby inside of you” he grinned leisurely tracing his fingers around your belly button.

Deciding to show Yoongi the nursery, the two of you agreed to keep it a secret until sixteen weeks. Just in case anything went wrong. Yoongi stepped inside and you showed him the crib, little toys, blankets and a few outfits. “There’s a little rocking chair for when I am nursing the baby, everything is themed peach and yellow because I don’t want my baby limited to ‘girl colours’ or ‘boy colours’. I just want them to be clean, happy, healthy and look cute like their dad”

“It’s beautiful” he smiled sitting in the white rocking chair and humming the tune again. “What are you humming?” “Ah, nothing just something my mum used to sing to me” he rubbed his neck sheepishly pulling you onto his lap rocking you both as he hummed.

You were so peaceful you didn’t hear someone come home. Not even when they stepped into the room. “Wah these boots are so little and cute,” Namjoon was holding the tiny boots up to his face, eyes wide marvelling at how they sat on the palm of his hand.

“Ah, Namjoon!” “Are we having a baby?” He asked glassy eyes meeting yours. You could only nod before he pulled you into a hug “Is Yoongi the father?” “We are all the fathers, I can’t do it on my own, I have no idea how to raise a child, but biologically yes”

“Congratulations, we should celebrate wait till the boys find out,” grabbing Namjoon’s arm before he ran off. “Joonie no, we have to wait until sixteen weeks, because before that it seems too early what if something happens and the maknaes get sad because of it,” he nodded getting serious.

“Okay I won’t tell anyone” he raised his hand to his heart to swear it to you. The three of you left the room locking it up so no one would enter. You got ready for dinner dressing up nicely and stepping into Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Hoseok just came home, did you tell them about dinner tonight?” “Mm, I texted them earlier today” he rolled out of bed his hair dishevelled and his crescent moon eyes bright.

Arriving at the restaurant you saw a large group of young men, each well dressed, handsome, tall and very lean. “hello you must be Suga’s family” “Suga?” “Yeah that’s his producer name” Taehyung whispered before playfully nipping at the shell of your ear.

“Hello my name is Taeyong, I am the leader of NCT” he shook your hand bowing. Everyone sat down ordering food from the elaborate and expensive menu, “how about some champagne, to celebrate”

“Excuse me, Can we get a bottle of Champagne and what would you kids like?” Jaehyun grinned slapping the boys on the back. “Hyung?” They pouted, not happy with being called kids.

“Can we get a pitcher of cherry coke and another of sprite please?” You asked the waiter and he nodded, the boys looked at you curiously. “I feel like some soda”

You had fun playing games with Chenle and Jisung. Proud that you only had to go to the bathroom twice throughout the whole meal. Namjoon and Yoongi were getting really drunk as Namjoon kept slurring Congratulations to Yoongi and toasting to him. Taehyung the only other sober adult at the table helped you call rides for everyone to head home.

Carrying Namjoon inside your apartment building while he was singing at the top of his lungs Taehyung had started to sweat. “Moonchild you shine, When you rise, it's your time, C'mon yo” he tried to get the others to sing each wobbling comically in the elevator. Someone stepped onto the elevator and he grinned at the stumbling detective, recognition on his face.

“Namjoon?” “Moooooonchild dooooon't cry, When moooooon rise, it's your time, C'mon yo” Namjoon was trying to convince this man who seemed to know his name into singing his strange song with him.

“Namjoon how have you been?” “Soup-” he snickered into his hand “sooper dooper good” “I haven’t seen you since school, hey I just moved into this building so I guess I can see you around” He laughed patting him on the back making him fall forward.

“Sorry about him they were celebrating tonight, I am Y/N” “Jackson Wang, you’re the girl who does the femme guide videos that BamBam has been watching. How did I not recognize Namjoon in the videos?”

“Do you have a femme?” “No, but we will very soon and are kind of scared about what to do?” “If you have any questions feel free to ask” you gave him your number and herded the boys out the elevator and towards your apartment.

Once inside you sent the boys who were more cognitive to shower and go to bed. While you and Taehyung were practically carrying Namjoon and Yoongi to their rooms. Yoongi was kissing your belly giggling a wide gummy grin. “I am your dad, and I love you and…” Wondering if he had fallen asleep you heard a sniffle

“... I will try not to fuck up, okay so just go easy on me, I don’t really know what I am supposed to do, I will be there when you get sad and I will try to not get mad at you when you break my things, which you will cause you’re a child. I love you and your mum loves you and when the boys find out they will love you, I know this cause I am a dad, your dad”

There were steps thumping back down the hallway and Taehyung covered in tears ran at you stopping to delicately hug you. “we’re having a baby.” He was square mouth crying his body shaking with the small sobs “Namjoon said Yoongi is the father?”

“Don’t cry, it’s okay, I am a dad, you can hug me,” Yoongi said so sure of himself, puffing his chest out, standing to hug collapse against Taehyung “You want to say hi to the baby, you can’t see them ‘cause they are in there Tae, I put the baby in here, cause I am a dad”

Namjoon stumbled in holding the little baby shoes he had stolen from the nursery. “Yoongi, I got you a present for you, look they are so little” Namjoon and Yoongi curled up on the bed together holding a shoe each. Only after they argued on who got the left one, Namjoon said it was the most important as the left always goes missing. “I should have the left one because I am a dad”

Taehyung ignored the two drunkards and lifted your shirt bending down to place a kiss on your tummy. Whispering quietly and rubbing soothing circles on your hips. He lured you to his room and stripped and laid you on his bed so he could take photos.

“Hello my friend I expect it would be warm inside someone’s belly, I don’t know where you are hiding because I can’t see you yet, but I know your in there” he looked up at you, “can they hear me?”

With no time to answer Taehyung opened your legs and practically shouted into your vagina, you lost it laughing so hard and he pouted. “It’s really sweet but don’t scream at my business” he grinned and wiggling his eyebrows

“Would you rather I do something else” you nodded at his offer. Slowly and hesitantly he buried himself between your legs, rolling his body against yours in slow thrusts trying not to hurt you.

For the first time, he wasn’t chasing his high with you, he was holding your hands and telling you how much he loved you. You felt so special his slow moans were in a thick baritone. The two of you cuddled all night listening to classical music.

You had such a peaceful rest, Taehyung had exhausted you into a deep sleep. When you woke you felt sick rushing to the nearest bathroom. Vomiting in the toilet, your throat burnt with the acid from your stomach. No matter how bad the morning sickness got, you were thankful that it always faded quickly.

Washing your mouth out and heading to the kitchen, you saw Jimin was making some toast. He was dressed in a pastel blue button-up and tan trousers, looking angelic. He pushed the plate of toast across the bench towards you and proceeded to make another two pieces for himself.

He looked tired from last night and you giggled, his thick lips pursed staring out the window. “My prince you look-“

“Princess, I think you might be pregnant” he blurted out “I don’t know much about females but I started researching after the incident in the bathroom and well... you have been throwing up every morning and you have been to the bathroom a lot and you didn’t drink last night and just so many things”

Shock.

Jimin crossed the bench and hugged you, burying his nose in your hair where he gently inhaled your scented conditioner. “it’s okay love we are all here for you, have you been to the doctor, we can book you in for a check-up-”

“Jimin, I have already been, you can’t tell anyone okay?” “Tell anyone what?” Seokjin walked in heading to the fridge, he opened the doors and was shuffling around the fruit and vegetable crisper, his broad shoulder facing you. Throwing an egg at the kitchen window, it hit with a loud bang. Seokjin jumped at the noise turning around eyes wide looking for the source of the noise. Only to see Jimin frozen and looking at you like you were crazed.

“Don’t tell anyone Jimin threw an egg at the window” Pointing accusingly at Jimin and then at the said window, his mouth opening and shutting trying to speak and defend himself before he deflated. “Please don’t tell” he pouted, Seokjin took a cup of coffee and his fruit breakfast and left for work, the two of you alone once more eating toast silently.

“Jimin, pregnancies are really unstable you don’t tell anyone until sixteen weeks, I am only twelve please don’t tell anyone, imagine how devastated everyone would be if something happened” You held out your pinky and he took it with his, swearing to you he wouldn’t tell before sharing a kiss.

“You are not lying to me are you, you really are?” he whispered nodding you told him that you were, in fact, pregnant and it was Yoongi’s baby, but you wanted all the boys to treat this baby as if it was theirs as you were one big family. He dragged you to his room, locking the door, and sitting you on the bed.

You felt electricity buzz through you, as he knelt between your legs, followed by warmth when he hugged your middle. “Hello Um… baby, my name is Uh Jimin, I love you little one. I know you will be loved by everyone. I will teach you everything I know, and when you need help I want you to know you can come to me. I promise” he was smiling so brightly at your tummy his fingers delicately caressing and tickling your sides. He saw you had started crying hand pressed to your mouth to suppress whimpers.

“Princess don’t cry,” kissing your forehead he smelt like orange blossom and when his lips met yours he tasted like plum jam on toast. “I’m sorry it��s just everyone has been so good and talking to the baby and I’m so hormonal and emotional”

Rounding up all the boys who knew your secret and dragging them into Yoongi’s studio much to his dismay, you discussed keeping it top secret. They all understood swearing they would try not to let it slip.

“What are you working on? A lullaby?” Taehyung read the computer screen, “Is it for the baby, I want to make a song too please” “Me too” Jimin piped up, they all got Yoongi to agree, Namjoon was also onboard with the idea of writing something. You were all excited and in your own thoughts when you heard Hoseok shout from the kitchen.

“Why is there an egg splattered on the kitchen window, god I hope that’s egg if it’s not y’all need some sort of god to save your soul from sins and maybe a doctor yellow-orange is not a good colour”

You didn’t make it till the end of the day until they all knew, “You're pregnant!” Hoseok accused the ultrasound had fallen from Yoongi’s pocket, “this is a baby right, not a lumpy tumour, I have seen an ultrasound before”

Seokjin was choking on noodles, “really?” “Jagiya have you been playing with strays?” Hoseok grinned “You knew and didn’t tell us?” Jungkook pointed

Jimin put on a shocked face, pretending like he didn’t know “princess, you are pregnant? Since when? who is the father?” “But Jimin you already knew,” Taehyung said causing everyone to facepalm. “You all knew?” “I just found out” Seokjin breathed trying to console the screeching Jungkook.

“Same” Hoseok raising his hands innocently. You explained why you didn’t tell them and how the boys had found out you were expecting. “I told Yoongi, because, this is his biological child. Namjoon found out on and got drunk accidentally telling Taehyung and Jimin figure it out on his own.

Jungkook finally forgave you and each of the boys took turns talking to your belly and looking at the ultrasound.

Seven months pregnant and staying in a hotel, you walked out of the elaborate bathroom and got dressed. You had a small paid crew filming you for your channel.

Your phone started ringing the caller ID said Seokjin, you answered, “hello my love” “Are you ready, the boys are getting tired of waiting?” “Alright stop complaining I need to get my room key” you scooped up your things up and headed to the elevator. Handing T.O.P your room key.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror the dress you wore made your little round tummy look cute and you felt like you were glowing. The elevator stopped on the ground floor and you slowly walked out and headed towards the hall. Seokjin's hotel was a luxury style building a perfect place for all occasions and the food was lovely.

The boys would be waiting for you just around the corner, there was a sweet piano piece playing. You recognised it as the one Yoongi had gifted you in the piano-shaped music box.

Inshik smiled by the entrance and took your hand kissing it. He told you how beautiful you looked and Jiyong placed your veil in your hair. It was time to go in. The boys next door, we’re all dressed in pretty suits each carrying a basket of petals. They were your flower boys.

They each hugged you Kai and Soobin patting your round belly. “Rub the belly for good luck?” “I’m not Buddha”

They went down the aisle first throwing the petals. Jiyong followed wearing a spectacular bridesmaid dress, he had made it to perfectly work with his shape and it was in your weddings accent colour.

Inshik held out his arm and you hooked yours around it, “you don’t have to do this, just remember we can leave at any time if you are scared or have second thoughts”

“Nothing can stop me from getting married today.” He led you down the aisle. Everyone you knew was there the NCT group, Rose, Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo, Jiyong’s family including Misuk who had the rings and Jackson and his family there. Jackson had introduced you to his family which had a new member a lovely femme who you had visited and helped her get settled in this new lifestyle.

One look at each other across the hall and you all started crying, thanking the heavens you wore waterproof makeup. Reading your vows addressing them each one at a time and telling them intricately how much you loved and adored them. They read theirs to you each telling you how much you completed them and made them better. The celebrant was an old friend of Seokjin’s. His name was Leeteuk. Apparently, he officiated weddings often for the hotel. He had great fun making everyone feel special and relaxed during the ceremony.

“I now pronounce you, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband, husband and wife, you may now kiss your bride” They each took their turn kissing you each kiss different. But each kiss was filled with love and passion.

The ceremony led into the reception where you danced a small progressive waltz with the boys, spinning you onto the next partner. Cutting the cake and throwing the bouquet marked the end of the evening. The honeymoon suite was spacious and very romantically set. You were worshipped through the evening and well into the morning until you were utterly exhausted.

Nine months pregnant and waddling to work beside Jungkook, who was trying and failing to hide his amusement at the way you swayed. Going to work was less about actually working and more about talking with Inshik. You sat keeping him company and served a few customers. It wasn't a hard job, you also liked the cool temperature of the icecream van. You had some ice cream and was talking with Inshik about the book you bought for his birthday two months ago. He had finally finished it and was discussing the plot twists and character development.

Jungkook arrived to pack up the picnic tables and umbrellas, he refused to let you set up or pack up the equipment. He would just smile and tell you to go easy as pregnant women shouldn’t lift or exert themselves. Then at the end of the day, the two of you walked home hand in hand picking up, Jimin and Seokjin along the way.

The moment you stepped in the door Taehyung was waiting to whisk you away into Namjoon’s office where he would undress you. He had been using the back of the office for photoshoots. Most people have one maternity shoot you had one every day, sometimes he just took different angles of your belly. Your favourite photo was one he took where your feet were peeking out from behind your belly.

You couldn’t say no especially when he praised you so much and made you feel beautiful, it always ended with the two of you making love in Namjoons office. Which Namjoon himself had confessed was always a nice sight to come home to.

Namjoon and the boys had all practised how to change a baby’s clothes, Jungkook was admittedly better at it than you. “I love you mama bear” Taehyung whispered helping you into your robe. Jimin poked his head into the room with a bright smile, he clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Taehyungie, you not supposed to leave marks like this every day, our princess has work”

“I didn’t leave any yesterday” he held his arms up with a grin.

“Princess, I got another bottle of cream” Jimin excitedly hugged you his chest pressed to your back swaying you both his hands under your tummy taking the weight off your back. Moaning in relief you laid your head back. “I will rub it onto your belly, this is the best for stretch marks they say you won’t even be able to see anything.”

“Mmm?” “And then afterwards I can cut some peaches” he kissed your jaw. “Mmm yeah then what baby?” “Then maybe I can rub your back” “I love when you talk dirty to me”

After you were lathered in vitamin E cream, fed and massaged, everyone had returned home. Seokjin massaged your feet and painted your toenails.

“Excuse me, are you single?” You grinned at the broad-shouldered gentleman at your feet. “Ah I am married and my pregnant wife is so stunning” he smiled wiggling his hand to flash the ring on his hand.

“My pregnant wife is pretty too” Hoseok kissed your temple making hearts at you. “Oh, what are your wives names?” “Y/n” they answered in unison and pretended to raise fists at each other.

“You trying to steal my wife?” “Ya! Who would want to marry your horse face”

You took their moment of distraction to sneak of looking for Jungkook. He was supposed to be making dinner. You looked everywhere. Instead finding Yoongi sitting in the nursery hands clasped together gently rocking back and forth on the rocking chair. His eyes closed as he made a sound that could have been mistaken as a purr.

“Hey daddy” you grinned he didn’t even flinch but his lips pulled up in a soft lazy smile. He blinked slowly coming out of his daze and looking up at your swollen figure, “you still love me?”

You asked them every day and each one replied the same. ‘Always’ he held his arms out and you walked into them his long arms wrapping around your waist just touching at the small of your back. He gently pressed his soft and squishy cheek against your tummy, you felt the baby shift pressing an elbow into his face. “hey are you ruining my moment with your mother, when you get out we will have words”

Yoongi walked you to his room, passing the chaos in the lounge. He shut the bedroom door cancelling out the noise, he took a moment to admire how beautiful you looked just being yourself. You were flicking through the books on his bedside table.

“Jimin has been on our backs to read these stupid books about pregnancy. Reading is what we have Namjoon for” You laughed smacking his arm, his eyes darkened and he growled at you “did you just hit me?”

“Get on your hands and knees” he pulled off your robe. Undoing his pants and grasping his shaft firmly he slipped himself inside you gently. His long arms reaching around you to hold your round belly in his hands. You moaned as he took the weight off your back. He always did this and when you asked he said it wasn’t fair that you had to carry the weight all the time.

You were feeling really good he was warming up, he always started so cautiously and gentle until you asked him for more. Being pregnant made orgasms feel so much stronger except this time you felt weird all of a sudden really really weird.

A sharp pain in your back and a tightness that rolled down your stomach, you felt trickling down your legs. Yoongi moaned thrusting a little harder at how you had tightened so hard around him he was so close. He was about to let go when you shouted.

“Yoongi wait stop. bangtan bangtan!” He pulled out and looked at you worried, never hearing you say the safe word before touching your face and then your stomach.

“What did I do?” “My water just broke” “Your what”

“How far did you get through the fucking book Yoongi” you snatched the book off the bedside table finding the dog eared page, “you’re on the third page?” “Yeah” he frowned guilty his voice breathless and his cock rock hard and throbbing in anticipation to his release. Laughing at his cluelessness.

“Fuck I love you” you kissed him, his hands rubbing your belly forgetting the contraction that had passed through you not a second ago. You scraped your nails along his scalp and moaned into his mouth and this seemed to be all he needed as he came hard on your thigh.

The two of you looked down, your eyes staring at the pool of cum before your eyes travelled back up his chest to his guilty and pissed off expression. “Did you just come on my thigh?” “What a waste” He pouted, smirking you ran your finger over it swiping a little for a taste which made him smile even though he tried his hardest to still be pissed.

You cleaned up and began pacing slowly, you needed to hold out for a while before heading to the hospital. Your contractions weren’t anywhere near close. You called the birthing clinic to let them know your water had broke and that you would come in when your contractions get closer. You were timing the contractions on your phone.

That night at around nine you made your way to the hospital, you had the baby later that evening just before midnight. A little boy. He had his father’s crescent eye shape, cute nose and mouth. The boys stepped into the room their cheeks wet, noses pink. Yoongi had the first hold and the boys patted his shoulders gently in congratulations.

“His name is Min Kyung Ju”

Jungkook was a mess he hadn’t stopped crying, he didn’t like to see you in pain and especially didn’t like to hear you crying during the delivery. Taehyung had filmed a little of you in the hospital room before you went into active labour.

The boys loved Kyungju named as the 32nd generation of the Min clan. The boy’s parents stopped by the hospital dropping off some flowers and meeting the baby.

You were breastfeeding one day when Kyungju opened his eyes you started giggling he had your eye colour. They weren’t the dark brown almost black colour of Yoongi‘s they were lighter (lighter brown, green, hazel, grey, blue, pink).

Your channel had become so popular. You had the NCT boys on your show for mukbangs, especially with Seokjin. Playing games with the younger ones. The TXT boys had their own channel now and collaborated with you guys often.

Misuk loved Kyungju. She would lay on her belly and watch him wriggle around on the floor. “Kyungie is so funny”

You came home from an appointment on a particularly hot day to see Jimin shirtless with the baby lying naked on his chest on the couch. Everything was so beautiful you decided to take a photo. Jimin groaned in exasperation his eyes snapping open. “Really, why would you pee on me?”

“I will get a towel” giggling at Jimin who was glaring up at you to get a towel.

Kyungju was a vocal baby but never really cried, ever since birth, he would make gummy squeaks and little sounds when he breathed, he liked to hear his own voice, Yoongi had made a space in his studio where a small bouncer sat beside the desk and he could watch his son chew on the ears of his Woogie. (A floppy cat toy that had a small rattle sound inside)

Taehyung took so many photos of your son you couldn’t help but grin as he ran to you with his camera showing you all the photos. “This is when he started to yawn, this is him smiling the same gummy smile as Yoongi.”

While playing with Seokjin, he started babbling a string of dadadada and blowing raspberries, the whole room went quiet as he squealed and giggled at his Woogie before pulling his feet up to hold, his foot in his mouth.

“Ew, feet are not for mouths” Seokjin grinned at the boy, “did your foul mouth daddy teach you that one?”

Namjoon was playing with Kyungju bouncing him, while you got dressed for the day. Kyungju’s eyebrows pulled together in concentration made Namjoon laugh that is until milk poured from the infant’s mouth and onto his suit. He called for help. “Ahh someone grab the baby, he vomited on me”

“Hold him properly, you’re scaring him” Taehyung scolded grabbing a cloth to clean the mess. Hoseok scooped up the bundle and cooed making the boy giggle once more.

It was a special night you went on a date with Jungkook. You went to Han River on a dinner cruise and had delicious food. Returning home late Jungkook led you to his room pulling off your dress and kissing your neck. You were both excited to have some time to indulge in your pleasures, it had been two months since having Kyungju, two months since you last had sex. Wearing your best lingerie. You told him you wanted to ride him and he responded with a grin, laying back on the bed propping his head up with pillows. He pushed your panties to the side and guided you down his thick length.

Getting really into the moment, Jungkook gripping your hips as you bounced on top of him. He hissed when you circled your hips. Yet the moment had to be broken by a cry from the baby monitor, freezing in place, you both turned to the monitor screen which was in all the boy’s rooms. You watched as Hoseok entered the Nursery to take care of the baby his voice playing through the monitor. “Your mum just wants one night off” the crying settled but you heard a gasp from underneath you.

Looking down you noticed your bra was wet, the babies' cry made your milk start leaking. Jungkook gently massaged your hips and bit his lip. His shy bunny smile and his knitted brows showed you he was curious and wanting to ask something. “Yeobo, can I try some?”

“I mean if you want. I heard a lot of bodybuilders actually use breast milk” Laughing at how quick he was to sit up. He shushed you his cheeks flushed pulling down your bra and tasting some of your milk. You blushed and he grinned up at you. “It’s weird, not horrible just different, I think I will stick to regular milk”

Kyungju was a lazy baby, but still liked to wriggle and roll across the floor, he was always up to mischief. Whenever he was picked up by Namjoon he had a habit of drooling or blowing raspberries, you knew it was because he liked the faces Namjoon pulled when he did it.

The baby album which was released with songs you all had written for Kyungju, it sold twenty thousand copies and every day you sold a few more. It wasn’t anything too spectacular but it made you some money. You discussed the possibility of hosting live shows where you can talk to audiences and meet fans of the channel perhaps even sing a song or two live. However, you decided you were not ready for another overseas type experience, especially with a baby.

Waking to a cry. This one sounded different and Namjoon was the first to respond, he arrived at Seokjin’s room with your precious baby. “Love, I think Kyungie is sick”

You and Seokjin shot out of bed and got dressed heading to the hospital, it was just a fever caused by a cold. After a course of antibiotics, he was back to normal.

Kyungju was scared of the vacuum he started crying when Seokjin started cleaning the living room. Jimin tried his best to console him, but it wasn’t going well. Unable to handle the sound of his sons crying nor watching the tears run down the poor boys face Yoongi took his son and walked him into the soundproof studio and patted his son to sleep. You were amused listening to the boys argue.

“So now I am the devil for cleaning the house, no one is yelling at Hoseok for cleaning” “Because the mop isn’t screaming in our son's ear”

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Thief

jeno, nct dream x female oc genre: fluff, high school au

summary: son ahri has had things she treasured stolen from her by lee jeno since the day she met him

words: 8486

Son Ahri thinks Lee Jeno is a thief.

Actually, she knows he is a thief.

When they were four, he stole her favourite swing at the playground in their kindergarten. Her favourite swing was the only yellow one and yellow was her favourite colour. She had recently learned what having favourites was and realised she had a lot of them.

It was a sunny afternoon and she had dashed to where her swing was as soon as she set foot in the playground, only to find a boy already sitting on it. She had told him to get up, that it was her swing.

“It is not yours,” the boy had said, “Your name is not on it.”

She had told him to play on another swing. He had told her to do the same. Seeing no other solution, Ahri had cried. Their respective class teachers got involved but the boy still refused to get up and the girl continued crying.

It was the first time Son Ahri met Lee Jeno, a thief.

The next time Jeno stole from Ahri was in elementary school.

She didn't have a favourite swing at the playground anymore but she her favourite colour was still yellow. She almost always wore a yellow satin ribbon on her ponytail and made sure it never ever came loose. However, one day, without her knowing, it had.

Just out of her uniform, she had reached up to pull her ponytail loose to find her ribbon gone. She didn't know where she had dropped it. She tried looking for it, in her room, her house and the street outside but to no avail. Her ribbon was gone.

With tears in her eyes, Ahri had gone to her mum and informed her about the grave incident. Her had mum only chuckled and told her she'd buy her some more the next day. It was not a big deal. Ahri had accepted that.

That was until the next morning when she found a guilty looking Jeno standing outside her classroom. They didn't talk much. They were not friends, so Ahri was going to just ignore him. But when she was about to enter the classroom, her eyes landed on what was in the boys hand. Her ribbon! Before she could say anything, though, he shoved the little piece of fabric at her and ran off.

Suddenly, it clicked. The previous day, she had passed by Jeno after school near the gates. She had been a few feet away when he had called after her. “What?” she had snapped.

“Nothing,” he had replied.

Lee Jeno had stolen her ribbon but for some reason had decided to return it. At least that was what ten year old Ahri had deduced.

It was their first year of middle school and Ahri realised that Jeno was on his way to stealing her best friend.

Her best friend, Na Jaemin, had lived next door to her ever since she could remember. Sadly, he hadn't enrolled in the same elementary school as her but as far as spending time outside of school went, they were quite inseparable. Her piano lessons and his art classes took place in the same building and even at the same time. They always spent every holiday together as well.

Both of them had been ecstatic when their parents had decided that they would attend the same middle school. It meant walking to and from school together, it meant eating lunch together, it meant having much more to talk about together.

Not many of Ahri's old elementary school friends were in her class and unfortunately, neither was Jaemin. She would spend lunch time with Jaemin and that was more than enough. That is until one afternoon, Jaemin showed up to lunch with another boy in tow: Lee Jeno.

Jeno was all smiles as usual as he took a seat across from Ahri while Jaemin slid in next to her. “Jeno says he knows you,” Jaemin said excitedly.

Ahri's smile was thin as she replied, “Yeah. We know each other.”

That was how their duo became, to Ahri's exasperation, a trio. The two boys were in the same class and got along like a house on fire and Ahri feared that at some point, she would drift apart from Jaemin. So, she took precautions. She started spending more time with the girls from her class and formed solid friendships with a couple of them, especially with a girl called Heo Jinri. Heo Jinri always wore her PE track pants under her skirt and always had something to add to any conversation. Everything that Ahri didn't say out loud, Jinri said for her.

However, to Ahri's surprise (and relief), the drifting apart never happened. Jaemin, and even Jeno, for some reason, strongly insisted on eating lunch together, even if it meant eating on the grass outside with Jinri going off about her new favourite idol group.

Ahri had to walk home alone only on days Jaemin was absent. On those days too she'd be accompanied by Jeno for a part of the way home. When their parents allowed it, the four would even catch movies together.

Jeno stole nothing from Ahri all throughout middle school. They shared a best friend though and spent a lot of time together. Maybe, Ahri realised, they were friends too.

In their second year of high school, Jeno went back to his criminal ways.

“Did you guys see the poster?” Huang Renjun asked, more like yelled, as he entered the classroom. He had moved to Korea from China a little over a year ago, but his Korean vocabulary was almost scarily good. Ahri thought he made some boys their age sound dumb, but that could be because she was biased. Renjun had become a very good friend very fast, courtesy of Jaemin and Jeno.

Whoever they befriended, Ahri did too, and vice versa, even though Ahri wasn’t as good as the boys at making friends.

“The Duet Song Festival one?” Heo Jinri asked, from her perch on top of her desk. She still wore track pants with her skirt.

“Won't it get our school sued? Copyright... trademarks... something like that?” Jaemin sounded genuinely concerned.

Ahri snorted, “Like they care about one tiny high school.”

“Its interclass,” Renjun announced, like it held deep meaning.

The other three sucked in a breath. Their class had suffered a humiliating defeat at the annual sports event, and that too at the hands of the freshmen. It had been humiliating enough that in high school, they were being subject to things like a ‘sack race’, the fact that Zhong Chenle from Class 1-A was an absolute beast and had annihilated everyone made it worse.

Their class had only one medal, because of Jeno winning the high jump event, and that was it. No one had bothered to even find out what rank their class was on, they had simply, sadly walked home.

The four collectively came to a realisation: this was a chance at redemption.

Renjun’s eyes lit up. The boy could sing, and everyone knew.

“It’s a duet festival though,” Jinri reminded the boy, and his shoulders visibly sagged.

That small technicality didn’t completely bring him down however. One could tell by the way his eyes wandered the classroom, going from one face to another. After some internal contemplation, he spoke, “Guys, does anyone want to participate in the duet song thing?”

The class was almost full but the responses were few, all of them negative. Morale was at an all time low in Class 2-E after the sports day.

“Good then, me and Ahri will represent our class.”

Ahri let out a strangled protest and stood up from her seat. But soon after, Jeno entered the room, announcing that the teacher was on her way. Everyone went back to their seats, Renjun with an especially satisfied smirk on his face, leaving a shocked Ahri the only one on her feet. Jeno raised his eyebrows at her as he walked over to his seat which happened to be the one right in front of her. Ahri couldn’t help the pout that appeared on her lips as she gestured to Renjun. As he sat down, Ahri thought she saw Jeno’s ever-present smile fall.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Never.”

“But you will.”

Na Jaemin rolled his eyes. Heo Jinri was scrolling through her phone while Lee Jeno was silently gulping down food, his eyes not leaving the lunch box even once. The back and forth between Ahri and Renjun had been going on for almost five minutes. The other three were growing annoyed.

“I cannot sing on stage!” Ahri said hoarsely.

Renjun looked unconvinced, “Oh, please. I know you did piano recitals since you were like eight or something.”

Ahri opened her mouth but said nothing, taken aback by the fact that Renjun knew something she had never told him about. In a second though, she gained her composure and threw a glare at Jaemin. No one else could have told Renjun. Turning to the latter, she spoke, “We started the chapter on Correlation yesterday in Maths class. Weren't you paying attention?”

Renjun only smirked, “I didn't know you were smart enough to understand Maths.”

Positively fuming now, Ahri turned a shade of pink. Jeno finally looked up from his food.

“How is insulting me helping you, Huang Renjun?” the girl asked.

Said boy's shoulders sagged. “I'm sorry,” he said, his voice now soft, “But I really need you to sing with me. You're good and we have a chance.”

Ahri blinked a few times. Renjun sounded almost desperate. “I’m not good and you haven't ever heard me sing a full song.”

“Then sing for us right now,” Jinri suggested with a shrug.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea!” Jaemin said, enthusiastic for some reason.

Ahri would save a good punch or two for each of them. The only one who wasn't adding fuel to the flames was Jeno, and she was grateful. She turned to Renjun, who looked close to tears. Did this competition mean that much to him? She let out a sigh. “Can you guys at least not look at me?”

Renjun's face lit up. “Sure!” The boy hurriedly turned his back to her. The others followed silently, Jaemin shooting her a dirty look for giving them extra exercise.

Ahri cleared her throat and then let out a deep breath. She chose to sing a song she was most comfortable with. Eyes trained on the floor, she sang a verse and the first chorus. As soon as she was done, Renjun all but spun around on his butt to face her. He started clapping and she'd never seen him smile so brightly. The others turned around and joined the applause, their clapping not as enthusiastic. There were smiles on their faces nonetheless.

“We can win, Ahri,” Renjun grabbed her arm and lightly shook her.

Ahri couldn't help but crack a smile, “We can't be so sure. Other classes have really good singers too.”

“Doesn't matter,” Renjun said dismissively, “we’ll practice hard.”

“We'll have to choose a song first,” Ahri pointed out and then turned to the rest of their friends. “You guys will help us out, right?”

“Sure,” Jinri said with a shrug.

Jaemin nodded, smiling widely.

“I'll play guitar for you guys,” Jeno suddenly blurted, speaking for the first time since they had started eating. His eyes travelled to Renjun and then to Ahri. Voice much softer, he spoke again, “I mean, can I?”

“Of course! I heard live instruments are preferred.” Renjun held his hand out for a high five which Jeno met halfway. Jinri looked like she was biting back a smirk.

“It's settled, then,” Ahri said, mostly to herself.

Jaemin raised his arms over his head and looked at the sky dramatically. “Finally!”

It didn’t take them too long to choose a song. Two days after Ahri had agreed to the duet, they had shortlisted three songs with help from Jinri. ‘Some’ was rejected on grounds that there were probably five other teams that were singing it. ‘Give Love’ was rejected because Renjun refused to even try to rap, which was, in hindsight, wise on his part. That meant they ended up with ‘Garosugil at Dawn’, which both Ahri and Renjun were fairly pleased about.

“Who broke your heart, little boy?” Jinri had asked when Renjun had shown a bit too much love for the song. To be fair, the boy had looked a little too wistful, staring into the distance with a smile on his face for five seconds straight.

They had quickly decided on a practice schedule: every other day after school at 5 in one of the music rooms; they decided to give themselves rest on the weekdays. The contest was almost two months away, they didn’t need that much practice, not now at least.

Ahri would be lying if she said that Renjun’s enthusiasm wasn’t rubbing off on her. Instead of dreading having to sing with him, she was starting to almost look forward to it. She liked her song and her partner. Things weren’t as bad as she thought they would be when Renjun had first suggested it. But then again, they hadn’t started practicing. Things could get bad then.

Abruptly, she stopped in the middle of the hallway and shook her head. A student or two gave her annoyed looks. Stopping abruptly in a crowded hallway after school wasn’t the best idea.

“What’s wrong?” a familiar voice asked from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Jeno looking down at her. “Nothing,” she answered, without much thought.

“Why did you stop walking suddenly then?”

Her best friend’s best friend seemed to have a lot of questions today. “Were you following me?” she teased.

Jeno, to her surprise, look uncharacteristically annoyed. “This is a hallway. I was just walking behind you.”

“Cool,” Ahri said dismissively as she glanced behind him, “where’s Jaemin?” They didn’t have the same subjects, so despite being in the same homeroom, they changed classes quite a lot.

“Club meeting. They’re planning a trip to an old age home.”

The girl nodded in understanding, a pout on her lips. “So it’s just us today.”

To her surprise, Jeno looked bothered. She hadn’t intended for that to happen. “Is that so bad?” he asked.

“No!” Ahri was surprised at how defensive she sounded. Since when had she cared about Jeno assuming she didn’t like him? “It’s just that I’ll be alone for the rest of the way.”

“I can walk you home, if you want,” he offered.

Not knowing what to say, she looked up at him with eyes a fraction wider than usual. This was new. Jeno had never offered to walk her home before, and there had been many opportunities over the years.

Somehow she mustered up a few words to say, “No need. It’s too much trouble for you.”

“Tell me if you change your mind.”

The girl could only nod. This was odd. She started walking silently when Jeno motioned for her to lead the way. Their walk from school to the bus stop was spent in awkward silence. It hadn’t been awkward between them in years.

Ahri didn’t know when Jeno had gone from being the boy she had hoped and prayed would stop hanging out with them, to the boy whose company she kind of enjoyed. Sometimes, when he was absent from school for over two days, she missed his presence. Of course, she was never going to admit that. Not even to Jaemin.

Ahri didn’t like this strange silence, so once they were on the bus, she decided to break it. “We chose the song, by the way.”

“Which one?”

“Garosugil at Dawn.” She could feel his gaze on her but she kept her eyes trained on the bland scenery outside. Jeno was behaving strangely and she was afraid to meet his eyes. Maybe she’d see strange things in them.

“I can manage that.”

Deciding Jeno’s response sounded fairly normal, Ahri decided to turn to him. That was a mistake. He was looking down at her, unsmiling. Was he in a bad mood? She wished she could say something that could make him smile till his eyes disappeared. She liked smiley Jeno.

“Will you be playing the piano too?”

It took Ahri a second or two longer than usual to reply, “I guess.”

“Then we’ll have to practice playing together too,” Jeno said, finally breaking eye contact and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

Ahri let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. She felt like she could speak better now. “About that. We’ll be practicing in the music rooms after study hall every other day. You don’t have to come every day if you can’t.”

“It’s okay,” he turned to her again, but this time with a smile, “I’ll try to make it.”

“Thanks for offering to play for us,” the girl managed a smile, “that was nice of you.”

“That’s what friends are for right?” For some reason, the boy took a deep breath after speaking. Not knowing what to say, Ahri allowed a silence to settle between them, this one a little less awkward than the one before.

When they got off the bus, Ahri was aware of the fact that Jeno was side-eying her, probably wanting to know if she’d changed her mind about him walking her home. She didn’t know what she wanted. They walked in silence till they came to where they had to separate. It was a fifteen minute walk to her house and she had taken the path alone so many times. It was his fault for making her feel like she needed him to walk with her. What was Lee Jeno up to?

“You’ll go alone?” the boy asked, sounding strange.

It made Ahri look up at him. His eyes looked darker than usual and his jaw was clenched. Ten minutes ago, he had smiled at her. What had gotten into him now? “Yeah,” the girl tried to give him a carefree smile, “I’ll be fine.” The boy merely nodded, gave her tiny wave and walked away.

Ahri sighed (out of relief or disappointment, she did not know) and continued on her way.

Thankfully, Jeno had returned to his normal self the next day. He wasn’t sitting in his place. He was at the front of the class discussing something with a group of other boys that apparently was hilarious. When he caught Ahri looking at him, his eyes didn’t grow dark, and his smile remained on his face.

Mood swings, much?

His behaviour the previous day had left her confused and irritated and she didn’t know what she would do if he had continued to behave that way. She didn’t know what had caused that behaviour, she just hoped it wouldn’t happen again. She liked smiley Jeno.

Breaking eye contact, Ahri turned to talk to Jinri, who was a bit stressed lately. The latter was on a quest to find a part time job to finance her fangirl-ing expenses. “By the way, I saw a ‘Hiring’ sign at a café nearby,” she told her friend.

Jinri smirked, “By the way, I caught you staring at Jeno for one minute straight.”

Ahri felt her cheeks heat up. “I wasn’t staring!” she claimed, her voice a whisper as she looked around, making sure no one had heard.

“Watching, observing, eyeing, whatever,” the other girl rolled her eyes, “You were looking at him.”

A sigh left Ahri’s lips, “He was acting weird yesterday but now he’s completely normal.”

Jinri’s smirk seemed to grow, “It was just the two of you yesterday, wasn’t it?”

Ahri didn’t like how her friend sometimes acted like she was enjoying a private joke that no one else knew. “Yeah. So?”

“Nothing,” the smirk refused to leave the girl’s lips, “He was probably having a bad day or something.”

“But…” Ahri trailed off. She didn’t want to tell Jinri that Jeno had seemed like he was angry but had been nice to her at the same time. How does one explain that? She didn’t like the way Jinri was smirking and also didn’t want anyone to overhear, especially not Jeno.

“Oh wow,” the other girl said flatly, “now he’s staring at you.”

Eyes narrowing into a glare, Ahri spoke, “I know you’re trying to trick me.”

Jinri shrugged, “Don’t believe me if you don’t want to.”

Rolling her eyes, Ahri turned to the front. She didn’t understand what had suddenly gotten into her friend. Jinri liked teasing people and especially got on Renjun’s nerves but she had never teased Ahri about Jeno. Sure, she had tormented Ahri when she had developed a crush on a senior the previous year but never over any of their guy friends. Why Jinri thought it was now a good idea to imply that Jeno liked her or something, Ahri couldn’t figure out. Jeno didn’t like her, she knew. She wasn’t always nice to him. He had no reason to like her.

When Jeno scrambled to his desk just before their teacher walked in, Ahri found herself unable to look at him. Instead she just stared at the book on her desk.

For the entire class, she felt like Jinri was smirking at her and she just couldn’t concentrate on what the teacher was saying. The fact that their Korean teacher taught like he cared about the class as much as he cared about a pebble on the road didn’t help. The girl felt her eyelids grow heavy. A few times she startled herself awake but after the fifth time she dozed off, she decided to give up on staying awake.

Glancing at the teacher to make sure he wasn’t looking, Ahri slowly reached out for Jeno with both hands. He grew stiff when she first touched him, and it almost made her pull away, but he relaxed soon enough. He allowed her to gently position him so that he was blocking their teacher’s view of her. This was a frequent occurrence. He was taller and broader and covered her perfectly.

The sound of chairs scraping over the floor made Ahri shoot up in her seat. She stood up to greet the teacher as he left, but as soon as he was gone she sat back down and resumed her previous position: cheek squished against her arms as she used them as a pillow. She squeezed her eyes shut as the class grew noisier. She really wanted to fall back asleep.

Her eyes shot open, however, when someone grabbed her shoulder and violently shook her. Cursing under her breath, she looked up at the perpetrator. Jaemin looked down at her with an angelic smile on his face. “It’s lunch time, wake up.”

“I hate you.”

Jaemin did not look bothered by the sudden hatred directed towards him, he only reached forward and took his best friend’s cheek between his fingers. “You’re drooling, sleepy beauty.”

“I’m not,” Ahri snapped defensively, but still reached up to wipe the corners of her mouth. It was a difficult task, given Jaemin was still pinching her cheek.

Renjun was suddenly beside Jaemin. “Let’s go, guys, I only had an egg for breakfast,” he said, his hands on his tummy.

Jeno, who had been putting his things away, stood up. Renjun spared him a quick glance before speaking to the girls, “You guys head to the roof, we’ll buy a few things in the cafeteria, okay?”

“Sure,” Jinri responded with a shrug while Ahri only smiled up at the boys, turning to put her things away.

With no more to say, the boys made their way towards the door. Jeno put his arm around Renjun’s shoulders as they listened to Jaemin talk rather passionately about food.

Just as they were about to exit the classroom however, Jeno stopped in his tracks like he had been struck by lightning. The smaller boy beside him looked up at him in confusion, but Jeno paid him no mind. He turned to where his other friends were sitting. “Do you want something from the cafeteria?”

The question was meant for both the girls but for some reason, his eyes met Ahri’s.

“Banana milk,” Ahri and Jeno said at the same time. Ahri tried to stop her lips from tugging up into a smile but failed. Thankfully, Jeno did too. He gave her a nod and then pulled Renjun along with him and into the corridor.

“Nice,” Jinri said, “he forgot about my existence.”

Ahri stood up, lunch box in hand, and turned to her friend, “Did you really want something?”

Jinri smiled mischievously, “No, it would be nice to be asked. I just want Lee Jeno to stop being an idiot.”

“Fair enough.”

Ahri shrugged and held out her hand for Jinri to hold before they made their way out the class too. This was routine. The boys usually got their food from the cafeteria and the girls brought homemade food. Apparently it wasn’t cool to carry lunch boxes for the guys anymore. Their group of five always ate together on the rooftop. They didn’t know why but a portion of the rooftop wasn’t off limits for the students, and it was never crowded. A majority of the time, they were the only ones in the place during lunch. Maybe it was because the kids were too lazy to climb up the stairs. More realistically though, first years probably did not know about it yet and the third years were too busy to come out of their classrooms for trivial things like lunch. No one was complaining about the lack of other company though.

Everything was going as it always did everyday of every week until the girls rounded a corner. As soon as they did, they came across a group of girls deep in conversation outside one of the classrooms. One of girls in the group happened to glance over to Ahri and Jinri. She narrowed her eyes at them (much to their confusion) and leaned over to whisper something in her friend’s ear. Said friend also turned to look at them and was less cautious about showing her disdain, her lips curling into a sneer.

As confused as they were, the two girls didn’t stop walking. It wasn’t worth getting into fights for no reason at all. Once on the floor above though, Ahri spoke. “What was that about?”

Jinri seemed to be thinking of an answer. “Don’t know,” she finally said, “That class in full of weirdos though. Even their class teacher is weird. He’s always smiling, but only at girls.”

Ahri frowned, “I thought he was just being nice.” Nice teachers were rare.

“Oh, you naïve little child,” Jinri said with a shake of her head.

Ahri only rolled her eyes. She took the stairs two at a time, making the other girl rush behind her with a string of complaints. She flung the door to the rooftop open and made her way to their usual spot, right at the edge, in a corner against the safety net.

As soon as they were seated, Jinri whipped out her phone, ready to show Ahri her favourite girl group’s new music video. It took four more music videos for the boys to finally arrive.

Jeno made his way over to Ahri and sat down beside her. With a tiny smile he handed her that banana milk. The other boys followed suit. No one said a word as lunch boxes were opened and seals were ripped off as everyone wolfed down the food they didn’t ever realise they had been craving.

After several minutes of silence, which was only broken by faint sounds of chewing, Jinri spoke up. “By the way, Na Jaemin, what did you do to Kim Solmi? She and her gang looked like they were plotting to murder us.”

Everyone loved Jaemin, with his bright smile and chatty ways. However, sometimes, try as he might, he couldn’t return certain people’s feelings. He’d inadvertently left a trail of broken hearts behind him. Alarmed at the new information, the boy seemed to find it difficult to swallow a mouthful of omurice. Interest piqued, the others waited for him to speak. Jeno, however, had taken a sudden interest in a trash can on the far end of the roof.

“It wasn’t me!” Jaemin burst out as he was done chewing his food. “It was Lee Jeno this time.”

Ahri reacted a little…a lot more quickly than she would have liked to. Her head whipped sideways to look at Jeno, the tips of whose ears had turned pink. He seemed to hold her wide-eyed gaze for a fleeting moment before he turned to the rest of their friends. “It isn’t like that,” he claimed, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “She, uh- actually she confessed to me yesterday and I said liked someone else to get out of it. That’s really it.”

Was it okay for Ahri to sigh in relief? “That’s it?” She felt like she sounded a little too hopeful.

Jeno didn’t seem to notice, he nodded earnestly. “Really,” he said. Then, after a pause, “She didn’t do or say anything to you, did she?”

“Except for the glaring, no. It’s weird though. We used to be friends in middle school.”

Suddenly Jinri’s interest seemed to be piqued. “Yeah, Jeno. It was weird. What did you say to her?”

The pink from the boy’s ears seemed to shift over to his cheeks as he mumbled something that was hardly audible.

In the weeks that followed, Kim Solmi’s distaste for them thankfully didn’t take a turn for the worse. Sometimes, when she passed by Ahri, she would side-eye the girl. Ahri didn’t dwell too much on the other girl’s actions.

Except, when she happened to be with Jeno, Solmi seemed to be extra hateful. She’d roll her eyes and let out really loud scoffs as she passed by them. Once she’d gotten a bit too close in the hallway and Jeno, for some reason, had wrapped an arm around Ahri’s shoulders and pulled her a little bit closer. She hadn’t thought much of it then. It was just her friend saving her from an unreasonable, one-sided conflict.

When Jeno started doing it when his admirer wasn’t around, however, Ahri thought about it. Ahri thought about it a lot. Like right now as they were walking to the music rooms together. He had his guitar case slung over one shoulder, but he had his other arm over her shoulders. There was absolutely no need for him to do that. Ahri tried to tell herself that it was because the hallway was crowded, but he had never had a problem with letting her walk on her own before. It wasn’t like she couldn’t dodge the occasional rowdy kid.

She didn’t detest being touched by her male friends. Sometimes, Renjun fondly patted her on the head and she was used to Jaemin and his affectionate ways. ‘Affectionate’ couldn’t be used to describe her relationship with Jeno though. There had always been an underlying awkwardness between the two of them. It was perhaps because they both knew of Ahri’s dislike for him during their childhood.

As she was forced to befriend him in middle school, she’d found herself trying to recall why she’d disliked the boy and had come up with nothing. Even now when she tried to remember why she’d been so reluctant to get to know Jeno, she could come up with nothing substantial.

When they did become friends, they got pretty close but not like the rest of the group. Their relationship was never carefree, both a bit strung up around each other. Jeno was so nice and respectful that sometimes Ahri thought something was wrong with her. No one would be a friend to her like Jaemin was. That fact was undisputable. But even Renjun, who she’d known for only little over a year, was more of a ‘buddy’ than Jeno ever was: the kind of friend that didn’t leave her skin tingling whenever he touched her.

When they arrived at the music room their passionate friend had rushed after class to capture, Jeno finally let go. They entered the room to find Renjun waiting with his arms crossed over his chest and with one foot tapping on the floor impatiently. “There you are!” he exclaimed.

The other two couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or excited. What they did know was that they would be spending a long time practising.

They indeed ended up spending quite some time in the room, but at some point, they had stopped practising the song for the competition and started singing random songs that came into their minds. Obviously they had had way too much fun because when the trio separated at the main gate, it was already dark.

Renjun said goodbye with a cheerful wave and went his own way, leaving the other two in each other’s company. Without words, they started walking towards the bus stop. Now that there were no rowdy boys or glaring girls to protect Ahri from, Jeno didn’t have his arm around her shoulders.

“We really lost track of time, huh?” the boy broke the silence.

“No kidding.”

There was long pause before Ahri spoke again, “But it was fun.”

“It was like karaoke,” Jeno smiled down at her. “Can you believe the number of Korean songs Renjun knows?”

“Sometimes he feels more Korean than us.”

Jeno let out a chuckle. He opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but before he could, the bus’s bright headlights shone on them from a distance, making them both turn towards it. The two silently climbed onto the bus as it slowed to halt before them. Finding seats wasn’t a problem, finding a way to keep Jeno’s guitar upright and making sure it wouldn’t fall as the bus moved was.

“I can’t believe you’ve been doing this every day,” Ahri said, her lips curving into a pout, sympathetic and extremely touched. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” Jeno simply responded. Those three words made Ahri’s stomach flip. That had quite literally never happened to her before. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Swallowing rather obviously, she turned away from him, wondering why he was making her feel this way. “...and Renjun,” the boy added belatedly.

This time, Ahri felt her stomach drop. She was disappointed, she realised. She unconsciously shifted away from Jeno as another realisation hit her: she wanted Jeno to do something, anything, just for her. What did that entail for her feelings for the boy? She didn’t want to know.

That is why she rushed off the bus as soon as it stopped at their stop. She was hoping the guitar would slow Jeno down a bit, but he was quick. He caught up to her soon enough, grabbing her by the sleeve of her blazer. Surprised at how brazen he suddenly was, she let out a little gasp as she looked up at him.

His eyes softened when they met hers. “It’s pretty late. Let me walk you home at least today?”

It was late, and Ahri didn’t want to walk home alone. “I will allow you to walk me home,” she said with a cheeky smile.

Jeno let out a snort of laughter that he didn't seem too embarrassed about. Then he did something that she’d never thought he’d do. His hand slipped from her blazer, slowly and deliberately, and came to hold hers. Ahri struggled to keep the same cheeky smile on her face. Thankfully, before she could do something embarrassing like squeak or gasp, he tugged her forward gently.

It took a few moments for her to fall in step beside him. It took longer still to process the fact that Lee Jeno had decided to hold hands with her. Maybe friends did that sometimes but a friend holding your hand isn’t supposed to send your heart racing, is it? She didn’t know. She didn’t know anything other than the fact that she kind of wished Jeno would walk her home every day.

There was only a week left till the competition and Renjun was late. Ahri checked the time on her phone. He was exactly twenty minutes late and she had listened to four songs in an attempt to pass time after getting bored of waiting. She let out a sigh of exasperation. She hated waiting. She had spent too much time out of the window at the quad waiting for Renjun to come running across it.

Just as she was about to call him up, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Her heart leapt up to her throat at the sudden touch. Her mother always told her not to keep her earphones on all the time, maybe she was right.

With a gasp she turned to face the person. It took only a moment to realise the person in question was a lot closer than she had thought and that the person was Jeno. In the next moment, her lips came in contact with another pair of lips. She closed her eyes on impact, body only half facing Jeno. Time seemed to slow down and she couldn’t hear anything other than the pounding of her own heart.

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. These kinds of things only happened in unrealistic dramas. This wasn’t happening.

It felt like eons before he pulled away. Ahri let out another gasp, “Jeno, I—” His lips were on hers once again. One of his hands gently gripped her chin. Her eyes shut once again, finally accepting that this was actually happening. As confusing as it was, it was happening and she wasn’t opposed to it.

The kiss stopped as suddenly as it had started. Jeno pulled away suddenly, staring down at her, his breath ragged for whatever reason. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out. Ahri couldn't quite find it in her to speak. “I didn’t mean to,” Jeno added.

Ahri felt a lump grow in her throat as she watched Jeno grab his guitar and rush out of the music room.

Lee Jeno had just stolen her first kiss.

Lee Jeno had stolen her first kiss and run away.

The day of the competition had arrived. It had been a week. A week since Jeno had kissed her and fled. A week since he had actively maintained an arms distance from her. She didn’t know what to feel about the fact that he had made sure that they never had to go home alone together. Sometimes she wanted to laugh when Jaemin showed up out of nowhere when they were heading home after practice.

“How is our Riri doing?” Think of the devil, Ahri thought as her fingers halted on the piano keys mid-arpeggio.

“I’m okay,” she said. She gave him a tiny smile as he pulled up a chair beside her. Jaemin reached up and played a single shrill note on the piano and flinched. Her smile grew. He always did that.

“Don't lieeee,” he said in a sing-song voice, his pout almost audible.

Ahri's gaze fell to the piano keys. “I’m kinda nervous.”

“I’m not talking about that.” The light heartedness in his voice was gone. “Look at me.”

Despite the fact that her cheeks were quite literally flaming, Ahri’s met her best friend's gaze. “Jeno has been avoiding me,” she let out, sounding small.

“We all know that, idiot. Why is he avoiding you though?”

Involuntarily, she sniffled. “He didn't tell you?”

“No,” Jaemin let out a sigh, “that's why I'm asking you.” Another sniffle from Ahri. “Are you crying? Did you guys fight?”

The girl shook her head. “He kind of...kissed me and ran away. He hasn’t spoken to me since.”

There was a long silence.

Almost a minute passed before Jaemin let out a laugh that sounded more like a scoff. “That idiot!” After another beat of silence, the boy let out a real laugh. “You're an idiot too, you know? Stupid things like this wouldn’t happen if you guys just admitted you like each other!”

“We don’t—”

“He’s right. I agree.” The pair of friends both looked to the door at the same time, eyes wide. Renjun stood there holding Ahri’s water bottle, looking like he hadn’t snuck up on them. “You guys are talking about you and Jeno, right?” The other two nodded. “That guy’s taking too long to confess,” he said with a slight tilt of his head.

“No one’s talking about confessing,” Ahri blurted.

Renjun exchanged a look with Jaemin. “Are these two still in denial?” Jaemin only shrugged. He honestly didn't know. The other boy sighed and handed Ahri her water bottle. “Warm water. Our performance is soon.”

Ahri muttered thanks and proceeded to chug the water.

Renjun placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a smile that made her feel like the world was at peace. “You guys will be fine. Let's go.”

Ahri could feel her heart pounding in her chest harder and harder in her chest as they approached the back of their school auditorium. She could tell Renjun was nervous too. He was a lot stiffer than usual.

“I wish Jaemin could have stayed,” Renjun murmured as they finally entered the crowded backstage area. Ahri couldn’t agree more. Jaemin was quite a bubble of cheerfulness; he’d at least keep them distracted. Unfortunately, only participants and musicians were allowed backstage. So he had happily bounded off, promising to tell their friend Raon from the photography club to take good pictures of them. “Where’s Jeno anyways?” Renjun sounded antsy. Almost as if his name had summoned him, Jeno appeared beside Renjun. He muttered an apology, something about his guitar and the sound people.

For once the pounding in Ahri’s chest wasn’t because Jeno was in the vicinity. She was nervous. It had been a while since she had performed in front of this big a crowd. Renjun seemed to notice. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hands felt a tiny bit unsteady. The smile that he gave her though was reassuring. From the corner of her eyes she saw Jeno stick his head out to take a glance at them before quickly going back to his previous position.

Too soon, someone called for Son Ahri and Hwang Renjun to go on stage. The MC who was someone from third year gave them an enthusiastic and over the top introduction, of which Ahri could register very little. The spotlight was glaring down at them and it made her eyes water. When she looked down at the crowd she couldn’t make out a single face. Someone let out a loud shriek of a cheer. It sounded a lot like Chenle. That made her smile.

Shaking off the nervousness, she quickly made her way towards the piano and settled down, making sure the mic wasn’t too close to her. As her partner was introducing their song to the audience, her eyes wandered to the other side of stage. Jeno had already seated himself on a stool, looking more relaxed and ready to perform that she ever felt. Maybe he felt her eyes on him. That was probably why he turned to meet her gaze. She must have looked a lot more nervous than she thought, because the first thing he did after their eyes met was to take a deep breath, as if reminding her to do the same. Then with a quick glance at Renjun he mouthed, ‘One, two, three, and four.’

Renjun sang the first words of the song at the exact second Jeno strummed the first chord. “When I put on my jacket at 9pm after the sun has set, When I leave the house no one will come home to...”

Everything that happened after the performance was a bit of a blur. The only thing Ahri remembered was the fact that Renjun couldn’t stop smiling from the moment their performance was over till they made their way to the audience to join Jaemin and Jinri. Ahri would be lying if she didn’t do the same. Maybe Jeno was smiling too. She wouldn’t know. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She was seated in between Jinri and Renjun. Jeno still hadn’t spoken to her.

The smiles faded, however, when it was time for the announcement of the results. There was a vicelike grip on Ahri’s arm that belonged to Jinri. Every time she tried to swat her friend’s hand away, it would come back stronger. There would be bruises on her arm for sure. Renjun wasn’t doing too well either. He’d probably have no fingernails left by the time the winner was announced.

“The winners are...” There was an entire unnecessary and long pause. “Son Ahri and Huang Renjun from class 2-E!”

Two pairs of arms wrapped around her, belonging to Renjun and Jinri, as the audience applauded. The loudest cheers came from the area around them. All of class 2-E had decided to sit together so that they could make a lot of noise. Smiles back on their faces, they went up to receive their trophies.

“Redemption!” Jaemin cheered as they made their way out of the auditorium, the trophies now in his arms. “We’re not the class that is bad at everything. I love you guys.” The other four chuckled. Jaemin was always like a proud, doting mother.

“Let’s go celebrate. The cafe I work at has amazing food,” Jinri suggested.

“Someone’s taking their job seriously,” Renjun teased. Jinri just blew him a raspberry.

Ahri was just walking quietly beside her friends, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “What?” Jaemin stopped beside her.

“I forgot my water bottle in the music room.” She looked up at Jaemin with a pout, hoping that he’d offer to get it for her. He was a nice person that way.

“No,” Jaemin said firmly, “that won’t work with me.”

With a sigh, Ahri begrudgingly said goodbye to friends and hurried to the music rooms on the other side of the school. Since the competition was over, the music rooms were eerily quiet. Only a day ago, they would have to fight for some time in one of the rooms. Quickly, she stepped into the music room she had left her bottle in and picked it up. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she stood there for a moment too long. This was the same room Jeno had kissed her in. It had been an entire week since they hadn’t spoken directly to each other. She didn’t know what she had expected to happen, but this wasn’t it.

A loud bang startled her out of her reverie. With a gasp, she looked to the source of the sound. Jeno stood at the door, looking like he’d raced all the way to the building. He had opened the door a bit too forcefully.

Ahri reacted automatically. She tried to make her way around him and out the door, but Jeno’s arm came to block the way out. “Please.” It sounded like a plea.

She had to gather all her courage to look him in the eyes. “It’s okay. You can continue ignoring me.” It was when her voice broke that she realised she didn’t mean those words.

“No,” Jeno let out a sigh. “Look, I really didn’t mean to—”

“I get it. You made a mistake. It’s fine.” Ahri couldn’t maintain eye contact. She looked down, hugging her water bottle to chest.

“That’s not what I mean.” Those words made her look up at him again, eyes wide and unsure. “It was an accident and I didn’t want it to happen that way. I kissed you out of nowhere and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to and...and I haven’t even asked you out.”

A long silence followed during which Ahri’s eyes got impossibly wide, her mouth hanging just a bit ajar. She felt dizzy as Jeno’s words echoed in her mind. Her stomach was full of butterflies she had never felt before. “What do you mean?” she managed to whisper.

The boy swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and then back down. He took a step inside. Ahri took a step back as she watched him shut the door behind him. “I like you.” Silence. “I like you, Son Ahri. I’ve liked you for a long time. I just...didn’t know.” Jeno hesitated before continuing, “Everyone seems to think you like me too.”

Ahri almost dropped her beloved water bottle. Everyone was right, she realised. The irritation she’d felt when he had gotten his first girlfriend back in their last year of middle school had been jealousy. She hadn’t liked when he sat beside her acted oh so friendly because she had wanted him to do more. She had wanted him to treat her like she was more than a friend. She had liked Lee Jeno for a long time too.

“Everyone is right,” she said as a giggle inevitably left her mouth. They were idiots, the two of them. “I like you too.”

Out of nowhere, Jeno tackled her into a hug. Her bottle fell to the floor with a clatter, uncared for. He was warm and for some reason, smelled faintly of her favourite cookies. Shyly, she wrapped her arms around him. He sent tingles down her spine when he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Let me kiss you? Properly this time.”

With cheeks feeling hotter than the sun, she nodded against his chest. He loosened his grip on her waist only for his hands to cup her cheeks. Ahri eyes shut the moment his lips touched hers. Her grip on his blazer tightened when her knees started feeling weak. And as if he knew, Jeno’s arms went around her waist again, pulling her closer.

When they broke apart, flushed and breathless, Ahri dazedly let two words slip from her mouth. “You thief.” Both her hands came up to slap her mouth shut as she gasped in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she’d let that slip. Tentatively, she looked up at Jeno, hoping he hadn’t heard.

For some reason, Jeno looked just as embarrassed. “You remember that?”

“Huh?”

“Back in fifth grade, you dropped your ribbon and I took it home with me because...it was yours.” He let out a little laugh. “My mum scolded me and told me to return it to you.”

Ahri chuckled, “I do remember.” But that was not what she had meant. It was unexpected, unbelievable and awfully corny, but Lee Jeno was a thief because he had somehow stolen her heart.

author’s note: i did not mean for this to be a birthday post, but happy birthday, jeno! i’ve been writing this for months. i actually wanted to write high school aus for the 00 liners before they graduated but since no one is graduating, i can post high school aus for 6dream and maybe a college one for mark. but again, no promises.

#jeno scenarios #nct jeno #lee jeno #nct dream scenarios #nct dream #high school au

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nobodyeverasked · 5 years ago

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i promise you; han jisung

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Summary: Secret’s can’t be kept forever, but promises can.

All Jisung could do was let his jaw hang in awe as he stood next to the rest of his group, Stray Kids. The performance ahead of him capturing his full attention. The crisp, white lights intermingling with NCT Dream’s fluid performance illuminating the stage with the embers of beauty, the pulses of music weaving between everyone’s seamless movements. His parted lips curled up when Y/N - the newest member of NCT - strode into the center, his awe-striking raps making Jisung’s knees go weak, and his heart lodge itself into his throat.

Saying that Jisung was enamored by every single little thing Y/N did was an understatement, the boy was in love. The voice that smoothly meandered through Y/N’s lips made Jisung want to hear it every single day, he wants to see those radiantly confident eyes and joyful smile up close. His bandmate, Minho, caught him staring, his subtle smirk flourishing into full-grown laughter that could even be heard over the music that trudged between them.

“Hey,” Minho pushed Jisung’s chin up, closing his mouth. “You don’t want the cameras to catch you drooling” Jisung jumped back in his chair, the firm, dark leather below him heating up with the cinders of embarrassment pooling in his palms. Minho let his chuckle grow louder, ignoring the small pout on Jisung’s reddening face - the blush lodging into his skin.

“Shush, you.” A faint glare ignited in Jisung’s eyes, but his gaze never parting from Y/N’s sharp, yet smooth dance moves, his body moving with such purpose. He rambled on, ignoring Minho’s jesting nudges to the shoulder. “He’s just so perfect, the way he dances, the way he sings, and raps. He’s so cute and beautiful and confident at the same time, he has such a great personality on stages, and he makes everyone feel like they know his entire story just by once performance.” Jisung’s profound tangent subsided with a sigh, his shoulders dropping and the wisps of his breath fading into the rest of the screams of the audience in front of them. “I wish I could… Like… Talk to him or something…”

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that. This must be the real deal, huh?” Minho shrugged, watching how Jisung’s eyes followed Y/N’s seamlessly flowing body to the other side of the stage. “I have an idea, how about, talk to him?” A thin layer of snarkiness laced his words, a cheeky grin taking over his face as Jisung whipped his head over, both shock and lighthearted annoyance tainting his large, dark brown eyes. The flames of infatuation still blazed in his heart, the molten chains - searing with desire - raking his entire body back to the direction of the stage. He could barely picture himself in the same space with a person with such a vivid presence, with such captivating eyes and a voice that echoed with such beauty on it’s own.

“Okay! But how?” Jisung elbowed Minho softly, still feeling the sting of sarcasm off of his small giggles. “It’s harder than you think.”

“The performance is almost over, just head backstage and talk to him, it’s honestly not that hard, other groups talk to each other all the time.” Minho wrapped his arm around Jisung’s shoulders. He could feel the tremors of doubt rumbling throughout Jsungs body, his breaths - glitching with the plague of nervousness - making Minho give his bandmate’s arm a little squeeze. “Okay? You’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen.”

“He’ll never talk to me again and only see me as a desperate loser.” Jisung retorted, staring blankly back at Minho. His hopes only plummeting further when he could hear NCT Dream’s song near its end.

“Damn, you had that planned out, didn’t you?” Minho cocked his head and silently winced, thinking about how likely Jisung’s augmented fantasy could become a reality.

Jisung chuckled, taking solace in the light of comfort surging in his chest, writhing through Minho’s arm that was still coiled around his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Go. Go get ‘em, Sung, your man’s waiting for ya!” With a light shove, Minho edged Jisung out of his chair, gesturing backstage with a subtle headnod. Jisung’s lifted spirits immediately sank to his stomach, his heart racing in his chest - slamming against his ribs. He could hear the frenetic pulsing in his ears, the sound of applause drowned out by the ringing of worry chiming in his head. With one last breath, he quickly snuck backstage before the shadows of his doubts could drag him back.

He could still feel his breath catching in his throat, his head whipping around backstage to find Y/N before it was too late. What if he left already? When could they ever try and meet like this again? The sparks of hope in Jisung’s heart started to wither as all he could find were perplexed stares from stage staff, not the seamlessly moving body of the young man he wished to talk to.

“Oh, sorry!” The words stumbled into his ears and he could feel something recoiling away from him. It was Y/N, who just bumped into Jisung’s chest, apologies already tripping over this tongue in a knot of mangled words.

Silence weighed heavy on their bodies, the threads of awkwardness sewing their mouths shut, and their eyes slowly wandering to anything other than each other. This was it, this was Jisung’s chance to lock eyes and trade words with the person that he was so fond of, the one who wrenched his mouth agape in awe every time he performed, and the one who’s voice lulled him into a euphoric trance that he could hardly explain.

“Um, hi…” Jisung started, his voice dying off even before the lights of perseverance dancing in his chest started to ignite. “Your performance was, um… Really amazing.” A smile slowly formed on his face, his mind flashing back to the effortless charisma that surged under Y/N’s skin every time he performed.

“Oh! Thank you, that’s so nice…” Y/N shyly trailed off, his eyes raising up to someone he always looked up to, someone he looked up to since he watched Jisung’s pre-debut videos, and when he was on his survival show. To hear a compliment from someone he admired lit his heart ablaze with the lustrous embers of confidence and happiness, his grin widening and his laughter fluttering into the air that reeked of the stench of awkwardness no more. “I… Um… Actually, look up to you- I mean- yeah… That…” With a nervous giggle, he rocked back and forth on his feet, his hands fidgeting nervously behind his back.

“Me? Have you seen yourself? You’re like a dancing machine.” Somehow, Jisung’s words felt more natural, and the eyes he stared into began to soften, the tension in the air no longer pushing down on them.

“Y/N! Where are- there you are!” Both boys - Jisung and Y/N - whipped their heads around to a voice echoing from further backstage. It was Renjun, hollering for his bandmate, Y/N could practically see Renjun’s shoulders soften as a hand dragged across his face, a huge sigh of relief lacing his lips. “C’mon! We’re gonna be late!”

“I’ll be there in a second!” Y/N shouted back, silently wincing to himself as he realized that he wouldn’t be able to talk to Jisung for much longer.

“Hey, d’you think we could… uh… Trade numbers? We could- uhm… Talk later…?” Jisung shrugged, the echoes of sympathy lacing his faltering voice. He could practically feel the hurricane of rushed thoughts rampaging throughout Y/N’s head, and he didn’t want him or Renjun to be late.

“Oh, yeah, sure!” Y/N nodded, looking at the vanity next to them to find a scrap piece of paper. He ripped off a chunk from the corner, finding a pen on the other end and scribbling down his number. He handed it to Jisung shyly, their smiles mingling together in a symphony of bliss that spiraled within both of them. “Uh… Call me later?”

“Will do.”

They nodded to each other, a subtle blush clawing into Y/N’s cheeks as he could barely see Jisung flashing a cheeky wink. Both of their chests swelled with the flames of joy, their hearts no longer lodged in their throats, and their nervousness no longer shining in their minds.

“Oh, thank God, let’s go.” Renjun clutched Y/N’s hands, taking him out back. “Who was that?” He looked back, a smirk forming on his face when he could see a vivid scarlet taking over his bandmate’s cheeks and neck, the cinders of embarrassment scorching his skin and scattering through his sheepish grin.

“Oh, uh… Jisung? From Stray Kids? I was just giving him my number.”

“Oooh… Do I sense something?” Renjun pinched Y/N’s cheeks, stopping in the middle of the hallway as he kept teasing his younger member. “Something… Romantic?”

“Shut up.” Y/N scrunched his nose and flicked Renjun’s forehead, continuing to walk to the exit.

Y/N leaned back on his bed with a sigh, another text from Jisung making the sparks of admiration soaring amply in his eyes shine that much brighter. Ever since he gave Jisung his number, their status from awkward convo-buddies skyrocketed. They started spending so much time together, that it wasn’t just Renjun teasing him anymore. Their hearts started to beat louder when they locked eyes, and playful nudges grew to soft touches. The warmth coiling their chests were replaced with one another’s arms, and soon, the flourishing amity that boiled within both of them combusted into something so much more, so much deeper. They started to love each other. What was once a conglomerate of desperate celebrity crushes and sheathed admiration, unraveled into slow passionate kisses and tender back hugs that drowned their bodies with the sweet gales of ardor.

As radiant as their hearts shone for one another, they were always able to keep their attraction a secret, always locking lips and sharing love-struck grins behind closed doors.

“Who was that from?” Jeno glanced over to Y/N, who was still collapsed on his bed, a foolish smile overtaking his features. “Was it from ‘Sungie’?”

“Okay? You know what? I dun need your sass!” Y/N scoffed sarcastically and stood up from the bed, walking over to Jeno. “And yes, yes it was…” He could already hear Jisung’s adorable voice channeling through the words on his phone screen, those dark, entrancing eyes looking down at him and those slim fingers softly carding through his hair, kneading into the back of his neck. He could feel the tepid flames of admiration soaking through his skin. The orange hair of Jisung that he always loved to thread his hands through searing his fingertips. “He wants to hang tonight, actually.”

“Alright, make sure to come home before ten, stranger danger!” Jaemin raised his eyebrows, watching with a mischievous smile as he could hear Y/N groan from around the corner. “I’m kidding! Have a good time.” Jaemin shot up, wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N, following him to the door of their shared dorm.

“Thanks, see you later-”

“NOT TOO MUCH FUN! Y/N!” Y/n rolled his eyes, laughter bursting through everyone’s lips when they heard Donghyuck’s voice trailing from his room down the hall.

“NO PROMISES HYUCK!”

“I’LL SLAP A BITCH IF I HAVE TO!” Donghyuck peeked his head from his doorframe, jogging up to the door before Y/N could step out, Jaemin still stuck onto him - arms clasped around his chest.

“I know you will… Can I go see my boyfriend now?” Y/N shrugged his shoulder, giggle as Jaemin groaned lightly, letting him go. Y/N walked through the door, ready to feel the flames of molten infatuation pool in his stomach once more, and to have the skin of his older boyfriend running languidly under his warm hands.

“Okay, fine! But you heard me!”

“Yes, yes… Maybe.” Y/N dashed down the hall before Donghyuck could swipe at him the echoes of everyone’s laughter fading out of his ears as he burst through the entrance doors, pulling down his cap. He could barely contain the radiant smile of elation behind his mask, his steps gliding across the ashen concrete of the sidewalk with bounds of happiness.

Jisung and Y/N strolled down the side of the barren streets, riddled with the darkness of the night time. Their hands were laced together, and even though their eyes were ahead of them, the only thing in their minds was each other, flames of burning adoration writhing at the pit of their stomachs and spiraling through their shared grins. They let their stares wander across the small pinpoints of light still lingering in the sky, the threads of the indigo clouds weaving the streams of moonlight together.

“Hey, Sung?” Y/N carefully pushed past their tranquil silence, his oddly nervous voice melding with the screeches of their shoes against the sidewalk.

“Sup, babe?” Jisung brought Y/N’s hand under his mask, his lips lining his knuckles in chaste pecks before bringing them back down between them, eyes meeting in the gales of admiration amply floating around them. “Is everything alright?” He cocked his head to the side, a curious gaze resting beneath his thin lashes.

“Uhm… Yeah… I’m just worried about something.” With a sigh, Y/N slowed his pace, dragging his hand along his face as he tried to piece his words and concerns together.

“Spill!” Jisung slipped his fingers between Y/N’s, spinning them around and pushing him gently towards the auburn brick wall of the store beside them, a whirlwind of youthful amity spiraling with their small chuckles and searing their touching chests. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Jisung rested his forehead on the younger’s, taking in the warmth of his calming breaths and the thin haze of vanilla coating his hair. He pulled off his mask and pecked Y/N’s nose, lifting his cap to see wondrous eyes that shone brighter than the stars hovering in the night sky over them.

“You make it really hard not to when you’re so adorable…” Y/N finally let a thin breath of relief push past his lips, giggling lightly when lips pecked his cheeks, gliding across his jawline. “I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Just, this is amazing. You. You’re so amazing, but we both know what’ll happen if we get found out, I just don't want that day to come…” The younger slid his gaze down, internally wincing when the lips unconsciously roaming the supple skin of his neck instantly stopped, Jisung leaning back and cocking his head to the side. He breathed out slowly, realizing that this future may become a reality if they are not careful. However, the last thing he will ever want to do is keep his baby worrying, which has been happening right under his nose.

“Hey, look at me, babe…” Jisung placed his finger under Y/N’s chin, locking their eyes together, small flames of adoration still pooling in their molten stares of infatuation that seemed to burn through even the thickest of their doubts. “Nothing is going to happen to us, and nobody will do anything, okay?” The older weaved their lips together, the moonlight sheathing their radiant passion in the sheets of the twilight.

“I- okay...” Y/N threaded his hands in Jisung’s orange hair, his lithe fingers sliding down to the back of his neck, and searing into his skin through the embers of their admiration. “I just…”

“I know, it’s scary, but we’ve been through a lot, and we’ve grown so much, there’s nothing you and I can’t do.” Jisung relished in the softness of Y/N’s hands resting on his body, humming gently when lips leaped up to clasp onto his. “Now, let’s go get that ice cream, yeah?”

“Okay.” Y/N let a peaceful smile meander across his features, happiness taking over where the remnants of his worry lingered, they took off onto the sidewalk again, Jisung’s arm wrapped snugly around Y/N’s shoulders. The symphonies of their love swelled with every step they took, the compassion spilling from their shared smiles and intertwining gazes echoing louder in their ears.

Louder than the click and flash from across the street.

“Five more minutes, Jisung!”

“You said that ten minutes ago!”

A harmony of whines poured out of Y/N’s room, as Jeno and Jisung tried their hardest to wake their bandmate, little did the latter know, they had some horrible news. Guilt bubbled in their stomachs as Jeno clutched his phone harder, still trembling while he watched Jisung recklessly pry the blanket form Y/N’s sprawled body.

“You have no idea how weird it is to have two Jisungs in my life…” Y/N finally let his eyes flutter open and peer at Jisung who was still wrestling with him and his blanket, the tan sheets below them rippling against their bodies and reflecting the glow of their temporary hilarity.

Jisung tried to laugh, but he was too nervous about what shone on Jeno’s phone, and he tried not to burst into tears when Y/N finally sat up, waiting for more words to be said.

“What’s up…? Did Chenle cook again? You two look nauseous…” Y/N tried to laugh off the stilled air that sat between him and the two other boys, their moment of happiness being dragged through the mud and soot of silence. “Seriously… What’s wrong, are you guys okay?” Y/N propped himself up from off the bed, leaning forward to smooth over Jisung’s cheek and feel Jeno’s forehead, not sensing the flames of illness burning his fingertips, but something else.

“Uhm… We need to… Uhm…” Jeno couldn’t muster any words, because he would know the rainstorm of tears and sorrow that would follow, and the last thing he needed was his dear bandmate to cry into his shoulder. All he wanted was for this article to go away, however, no matter how hard Jisung and Jeno wished, the thick, black words on the headline stabbed into their eyes and dug into their hearts with the spades of worry and anguish.

Jeno just turned his phone around, unwilling to look at those letters and words any more. Y/n’s eyes widened as he read the headline.

All of his doubts, worries, and fear that hung above him in the delicate threads of hope came crashing down in an instant.

Another couple caught by Dispatch: Y/N from NCT and Han from Stray Kids? Here’s what to know about this new Kpop couple!

The words on that blaring screen taunted his anger and beckoned his sadness, all of his emotions and fear amalgamating into a single tear, silently rolling down his cheek, his mouth wrenched agape in shock. The smoke of distress billowed throughout his head, thoughts scrambling in his mind and his words stuck in time.

“Y/N-”

“No…” Y/N murmured, dropping Jeno’s phone on the bed, his hands moving up to cover his teary eyes. “No… This can’t be happening…” He just let his tears fall through his fingers - just like his secrets - barely noticing the two pairs of arms that instantly wound around him, the warmth of their embraces dissipating in the frigid whirlwind that writhed recklessly in his heart. “This- this is fake… This has to be…” He continued to let the unmixed anguish spill out from him, one sob to the next, peeling off of his tongue slowly, painfully.

He felt like everything that he and Jisung built together came crumbling down before him, the fortress of their solace withering within the flash of a camera. He leaned into his maknae’s shoulder, his tears soaking into the white fabric of his shirt, and his cries ripping through the air - thick with misery.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” Jeno said, barely holding back tears of his own, his hand grazing over Y/N’s hair, and his fingers smoothing down his back.

Jisung couldn’t hold himself back, he did not know what to do. He let his sadness pour from him, rivers carved in his cheeks as he tried his best holding Y/N, remaining strong for his bandmate, but he could not. All he saw was a broken heart and the happiness of one of his favourite people in the universe vanishing into thin air. He kept his trembling fingers interweaved with Y/N’s hair, his other arm curled tightly around Y/N’s shoulders.

“Hey, did you guys wake Y/N yet? Breakfast’s ready-” Jaemin cut himself off as he heard the cacophony of wretched weeps clawing into his ear from out the door, both his mind and body already scrambling to the three boys crying on the edge of the bed. “What happened?”

None of them answered, except for Jeno, who composed himself just enough to force a weak gesture to the phone beside the conglomerate of sadness. Jaemin’s perplexed gaze swept over the words on the phone, his eyes instantly widening.

“Hey, hey…” Jaemin tried his best to lift Y/N off of the bed, both Jisung and Jeno letting go and standing up beside him while frantically wiping their tears away. “Hey, Y/N…” Jaemin cupped Y/N’s tear-stained face, gently bringing their stares together, the younger’s whirlpool of sadness now soaking the fires of happiness in his own heart.

For Jaemin to see Y/N like this made his upturned lips slowly languish, for the entire six years that he spent by Y/N’s side, he has never seen him like this before. “It’s all going to be okay, alright?” He wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, Jisung and Jeno joining in again on the embrace that grew warmer with every hymn of support that eased from Jaemin’s curing grin. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Y/N- Oh my God…” Donghyuck, Renjun, and Chenle stepped through the door to see storms of sorrow ripping through the air, subsiding second by second. They all ran towards Y/N, whimpers still crossing his tongue. There were so many things burning in his head, branding his mind with the scorches of stress; such as his group - what will happen now? Now that his secret has finally slipped. What about his contract? What will the managers do? Jisung…? What about Jisung, his boyfriend? Y/N couldn’t help but think about how the love of his life could be doing, what whirlwinds of worry and heartbreak could be conjuring in him as well?

“What happened? Is everything alright?” Chenle asked, stepping closer to Y/N and wrapping him in full embrace, torrid with the flames of affection.

“I- I… I went out with Jisung… W- we… They caught us…” Y/N kept his head hung low. “I’m so sorry… I don’t know what to do… The group, Jisung, our reputation… Everything…”

“Hey, don’t worry about the group, you’re always gonna have us,” Donghyuck loving smoothed over his younger member’s back, his touch easing a deep breath through Y/N’s still parted lips, the echoes of his sobs resonating through his sighs. “Whether you like it or not.”

Y/N and Donghyuck shared a laugh, Renjun’s arms that wound around Y/N’s chest, making small candle fire igniting in his stomach grow with the heat of his members’ unconditional love, the glow of flourishing joy starting to bloom within his chest. Donghyuck embraced Y/N as well, his head leaning against the younger’s.

All of the other members joined in, sharing the same smile that started to taint Y/N’s frown. The embrace smothered him in the firestorm of comfort, the symphonies of happiness playing in his ears once more, and the tears finally stopping their escapade down his cheeks. Y/N could feel every ounce of his bandmates’ love dripping onto him, the ivory sunlight draping over their bodies making his heart burn that much brighter, and the flames of tenderness writhing under his skin spread that much quicker.

“...Thank you… I love you guys.” Y/N tilted his head to lean onto Chenle’s, his deep, coral hair tickling Y/N’s cheek and forging a fragile giggle from his lips.

“We love you too.” They all spoke in unison, the symphonies of their tranquil and blissful voices making the angelic wings of Y/N’s happiness flutter within his chest, his mind - marred with sadness - slowly healing with the light of compassion surging through the arms and hands that wrapped around him.

“Y/N-” Taeyong peeked his head into the room, a smile overtaking his worried features as he saw his younger members huddled in a heatwave of warm embraces. However, he knew now, that bringing Y/N to the manager would be that much harder. “Y/N?” With the nervousness chiseling out his pursed lips slowly fading away in the sunlight - tainted with a newborn joy - he stepped further into the room.

His call to Y/N drew everyone’s attention, seven pairs of eyes locking with his. Taeyong tried clearing his throat, the words that hung at the peak of his mind tangling in his throat and melted by the ardent compassion soaring throughout the room.

“Yeah…?”

“It’s the manager, she wants to see you, the CEO, too…” Taeyong could see Y/N’s tiny simper instantly drop, everybody else's following suit, whatever hope that still managed to claw its way into the seven younger boys’ minds falling into the abyss of their doubts and worries. “I’m sorry…” Taeyong couldn’t handle thinking about what the head of their entertainment company would have to say, or their manager.

Gently pulling Y/N into a loving embrace, he glossed over the fate that lingered in his nightmares, shrouded by the smokescreen of his own desperation for his younger member to stay. He could not imagine a room without Y/N’s light, or a performance without his presence and wondrous, inspiring voice. He could never conceptualize the probability for the group to become only twenty-one members once more, a part of everyone’s heart potentially leaving through those doors - maybe never coming back.

“It’s okay.” Y/N murmured, his words intertwining with his shaky breaths. He followed Taeyong out the door, his fingers entwined with the older’s loosely, and his head hung low in dejection. “Do you think they’ll kick me out?” Y/N lifted his gaze hopelessly to Taeyong’s, thinking that this might be the last time he could ever stare into the leader’s eyes, or hear the voice that lifted him up countless times, taught him his first dance, or ordered their coffee in the morning.

“No, never, none of us would let them, okay? You’re staying right here, and they’ll have to pry you from our cold. Dead. Hands…” Taeyong stopped in front of Y/N, his hands squeezing the younger’s shoulders, and a smile - filled with faith - lacing his lips.

“You always know what to say.” Y/N dropped his head onto Taeyong’s chest, taking in the warmth of his embrace before they continued walking. The leader’s arm wrapped protectively around Y/N’s shoulder. “Even if it’s a little creepy…”

They came to a halt right in front of a large, white door, the wildfires of fear convulsing in them both. Shudders ran throughout their bodies, the sparks of worry that danced frenetically in Y/N’s mind taking flight, and nestling into the dark corners of his hopelessness. As he reached for the pristine, nickel doorknob, the frigid metal seared into his skin, and his heart instantly sunk into the bottom of his stomach.

He never thought that he would have to scorch this door with any more of his fingerprints, the bitter glares and commanding voices resonating behind this wall already making his hands shake with the tremors of worry.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Let’s go in together.”

They both pushed through the door, their eyes instantly landing on two well-dressed women, crisp, black collars framing their pale necks and tinted lips pressed into firm lines. Their dark eyes burned with unreadable flames, their features stoic, and their mouths unmoving. The manager gestured to the chairs ahead of them, her movements fluent and gentle - consoling.

“I assume you know why you’re here, Y/N.” As delicate as the co-CEO - Soyoung’s - voice was, Y/N still sat frigidly in the room, the hands and fingers stroking soothingly on his arm as weightless as the silence hung between the four bodies sitting in the room.

Taeyong kept his eyes on Y/N the whole time, his alleviating touch never leaving his younger member.

“Y-yes…” Y/N looked down to his lap, already trying to push back the tears that thrashed at his eyes once more, his voice caught on his tongue that stung with the poisons of dread. “I-”

“I know, it was not meant to be spread, and yes, I know you’re sorry.” Soyoung finished Y/N’s thought, her eyes lit ablaze by a perplexing light of understanding. “We’re sorting things out at the moment with Dispatch, however, you and Jisung need to be more careful, there is a dating ban for a reason. You are less than a year into your career, and this choice will affect everybody. We have not had good experiences with others confirming their relationships - even with a stable fanbase. Just know that we’re only looking out for you with this contract.” Soyoung gazed into Y/N’s eyes with a subtle sternness, the tension within the room slowly unraveling as the CEO continued to speak. He imagined how the group would be affected if he were to get hate, and how it would affect all twenty-one of his members that he loved with all his heart. “We’re going to survey everything, and if the negativity does augment the promotions after our confirmation, unfortunately, we might need you to end things with him.”

Y/N finally raised his head, his bottom lip wedged between his teeth. He interlaced his fingers with Taeyong’s, the comforting squeeze from the boy beside him easing his stiffened breaths.

“However,” Soyoung continued, “if they do not, then you both can remain a couple. I will contact JYP right now, so we could adjust our plans accordingly.”

“So… I’m not getting kicked out-”

“No! Of course not.” Soyoung let her voice settle back down into the gales of relief that started to circulate the white walls, her eyebrow raising as if Y/N’s question was somehow odd. “You’re a teenager, you’re hormonal and feel things, I was a teenager, too, believe it or not. I cannot stop you from loving, but there are some things I might have to do, okay?”

“Thank you, so much…” Y/N stood up from the chair with a sigh of relief, his head leaning onto Taeyong’s shoulder, and the sparks of hope finally shining within his eyes again. He wrapped his arms around his leader, their embrace lighting the room ablaze and scorching the floors below them with the flames of untainted joy, a euphoric breath easing shakily from Taeyong’s mouth.

“Of course, now, I have heard that you have breakfast to get to, work hard please!” Soyoung gave a parting wave, gesturing lightly to the door.

“I will!”

The boys instantly ran out, their hands tied together when they whipped around the corner. All Y/N could hope now was that Jisung was okay.

It has been a full week, a full week without Y/N feeling the grace of Jisung’s touch, or the warmth of his breath clawing into his neck. A full week of thinking about what to tell him how to meet and what to say; if Jisung was not pulled from his group, that is.

Today was finally the day, though. The KMF Korean Music Festival. Y/N sat in the back of their van, his legs playfully strewn across Renjun’s as they lounged into the tepid, black leather seats below them. The thin fabric of the mats below him never feeling softer under his shoes, and the arms of his members draped around his neck never feeling more comforting than now.

When the van stopped, they all hopped out, the gilded sky glazing their bodies with an amber glow before they scampered into the back entrance of the stadium. Their footsteps left trails the ample embers of happiness behind them as they ran backstage, the makeup artists and wardrobe staff already standing with cases and hangers embellishing their busy hands.

“Hey, Y/N?” His maknae, Jisung, popped his head into the reflection of Y/N’s vanity mirror as the stylist stopped working, the lights sheathing Y/N’s trembles and nerves in an ivory glow that he was more than thankful for.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Y/N turned around on the chair, the white tassels embellishing his black jacket swaying with the fluid motion of his body.

“If things get… Like…”

“Sung-”

“I’m just saying! Don’t hesitate to come to us, we know that there’s not a lot of hate going around - thank God - but relationships are a big deal. If you feel off about seeing him here, we’ll be in your corner, okay?”

“Okay…” Y/N sighed, pinching Jisung’s cheek before walking further backstage, hoping to lock eyes with the man he loves. “Thank you, I mean it.”

Jisung patted Y/N’s chest with a nod before wandering towards the exit leading to the audience, scorch marks of his comforting words warming Y/N’s heart before it lodged itself into his throat.

Just thinking about his boyfriend made him nervous, sad, and joyful all at the same time, a swarm of emotions eating away at his mind, and his thoughts tainting his head with the images of Jisung’s lustrous brown eyes, and how they burst with passion and admiration.

“Oh! Sorry!” He stumbled back as he could feel himself bump into someone, the chest that grazed his fingers for a mere moment igniting sparks under his skin, and raking his eyes up from the ground with the chains of curiosity. “Sungie!” Y/N ran full force into the open arms of his boyfriend, who waited silently for his baby to wrap him in his ethereal embrace. They nestled their noses into each other’s necks, the soft skin that they loved to feel under their touch ghosting their lips and radiating with the glows of compassion.

“Y/N.” Jisung’s words dissipated with a breath of relief, the emotions wrapping around his head and coiling his heart brightening his smile that shone with the radiance of pure admiration. He soaked in the warmth draping around his shoulders and the flames of adoration lacing Y/N’s skin, the peaceful silence surrounding them twisting in the midst of their gentle breaths. “I’m so sorry, I thought we were alone, I… I-”

“There is nothing to worry about, okay? We’re together, we’re here. You said we could get through anything, so we will, okay?” Y/N looked up and rested his fingers on Jisung’s neck, drawing him in for a chaste kiss. Their tongues entwined swiftly, and the sweet poisons of desire tainting their lips drawing hums of satisfaction from their throats. The longing for one another’s touch hung delicately between them, heavy breaths caressing their skin.

“So they let you stay?” Jisung smiled as he received a slight nod, his happiness blooming through a red-margined smile. “Thank goodness!”

“You too?”

“Yeah… Oh, wait, here… I wanted to give this to you when were were out last time, but I wanted it to be more special…” Jisung pulled a ring from out of his pocket, a slim silver band of paramount adoration, searing with the flames of their memories. It was a promise ring, one that fit so perfectly onto Y/N’s finger, and shone so perfectly even when eclipsed by the shadows of backstage. “It’s a promise ring, Y/N. I just want you to know, that no matter how hard things get, you always have me, and you can always find me.” Jisung intertwined their fingers, a blistering knot of trust and devotion tangled in their locked hands.

“Babe, it’s beautiful…” Y/N looked at how it matched his boyfriends, the warmth and security of the man he loved already wrapping around him, drenching his skin in the torrid flames of their admiration.

“I know things were difficult, they might still be, now that everyone knows... But I’ll always be here for you, baby. I always will, I promise…” Jisung scooped Y/N into one more embrace, their eyes fluttering closed in the serene melodies of their everlasting promises and searing devotion.

“You will always have me, Han Jisung, nothing will take us apart.”

Jisung weaved their grins together, the light of their joy glistening on their interlocked lips, their hands cradling their reddened cheeks, and the younger’s wandering fingertips tangling ardently in Jisung’s orange hair. “Oh, shit!” Y/N whipped his head up as passionate kisses littered his neck, the curves of Jisung’s smile branding the supple skin of Y/N’s neck. “I gotta go, we’re performing! Love you!”

“I love you more. Go, make me proud, baby.” Jisung stared fondly as his boyfriend pecked him on the nose and scurried backstage, his lips coated with the taste of Y/N’s tongue, and his lips holding their cherished promises.

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oldsouls123-blog · 6 years ago

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Date night w/ Johnny 💕

Genre : Fluff

Pairing : Johnny Seo X non-idol!female

Rated : PG 13

Warning : none

Word count : 2.2k

I was trying to call Johnny but all of my calls went straight to voicemail. Here I was, wandering in search of my boyfriend because it was our monthly date night. Yes, “monthly”. We are too busy to hang out any more frequently.

You see, my boyfriend is Johnny Suh of NCT. Between practices, performing, learning choreographies, he steals these tiny moments and stretches them out to make room for “us”.

I halted in my tracks, my phone still pressed close to my ear. There was my man. Dressed in all black outfit complete with a hoodie, denim jacket and black nikes. His mouth mask was pulled on and his snapback was pulled low to hide his chocolate brown eyes. There was no way the paparazzi could identify him. He was facing the convenience store. The blue light illuminated his silhouette, there was no doubt it was Johnny. I confidently sneaked up behind him and placed my palms on his shoulders and whispered “Suh, what are you doing here?”

Johnny was startled for a split second. I let my hands fall and entangle with his warm ones. His hands are usually cold but they weren’t so now. He turned around laughing, his eyes turning the shape of crescent moons. He brushed my hair away from my eyes as we both giggled. I took a step back, still holding his hands. “Your “forbidden date night” outfit is on point, as always. Even I could not recognize you if it hadn’t been for your worn out nikes!” He pulled his mask down and smiled down at me. He closed the distance between us. “I do not want to get caught but you’re worth the risk”. “Jesus Johnny, who has been teaching you these cheesy pick-up lines?!”

Johnny laughed and tugged at my hand saying,” Come on, the ramyun is calling our name” We entered the brightly lit convenience store which was in stark contrast with the night. We both walked towards the ready-to-eat foods’ aisle. Johnny scanned through the same old ramyun flavours. We had practically eaten each one of the flavours. My eyes fell upon the top shelf where a lone Benton Box was sitting. Those were usually not in stock at this time of the night as they were consumed by the people with a 9to5 job. I tried to reach it but failed, no wonder it had not been bought. I called out,” Hey J, can you get me that Benton box over there?”. I had to be careful to not shout out his name in public. After we had both cooked and settled down with our dinner, a few girls entered the shop. My eyes went wide and I pulled Johnny’s hoodie up. He got the sign and nearly buried his face in his bowl of ramyun. The girls left giggling, having bought some questionable things. I looked out of the window just to make sure there were no more shoppers. We then continued eating. These frights were getting really predictable for us to pay any mind.

“I am pretty sure you won’t be able to finish that, Suh”

“If you want some, just ask for it, silly”

“Feed me. I want to feel like those pampered girlfriends”

“ And you were saying I am getting cheesy”

He gingerly fed me a forkful of ramyun. The cheesy sauce dripped down my chin. “Mr. Suh, you’re supposed to wipe my chin. Haven’t you seen K-Dramas?”

Johnny laughed as I wiped my own chin. I saw his hand reaching towards me. “Do not tell me you were actually going to do that” and we broke into a firt of giggles.

Johnny pulled up his hoodie and mouth mask before we left the store and walked towards our next destination – the Han river. I tried to adjust Johnny’s hoodie so I could see his eyes and sighed unintentionally.

“I wish you did not have to work so hard to be with me, Johnny” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Johnny looped one around my shoulders and I leaned my head onto his shoulders. He did not say anything, I was not expecting him to. He pulled out his iPod and headphones from his pocket and handed me one of the earplugs and I stuffed them in my right ear. He pressed shuffle on the iPod.

The first beat was the sound of crickets. We both smiled as Seoul by RM played on. It had easily become our favourite song.

The song wasn’t meant for couples but it did speak of romance. Romance with the city of Seoul. Seoul was neither mine nor Johnny’s hometown but every time we heard the song, we felt closer to this place. Closer to one another.

By the time the chorus was playing, we had reached the Yeouido Hangang Park which offered a beautiful view of the Han river.

We sat on one of the park benches, away from the streetlights. The park was empty and silent. I checked my phone, it was 12:32am. Everything was peaceful; the moonlight and streetlights cast their light on the calm Han river. The water appeared pitch black at night, attempting to swallow all the light that fell on it.

“You know Johnny, if love and hate are the same words, I love you”

“Okay now you’re putting me on the rack! I guess I will have to sing the wrong lyrics.

If love and hate are the same words then I love you too, Hyejin”

He looked deeply into my eyes, a sweet smile playing on his lips. The moonlight illuminated his features. He was practically glowing. The wind ruffled his hair and yet he looked like a prince and I thought, how did I get so lucky?

I caught myself staring as Johnny smirked, “Take a picture, why don’t you?” I was too embarrassed to say something back so I propped up my feet and lay my head on his laps.

“Do you mind, Suh?”

“It is not as if you’re going to remove your head”

“Just say you don’t mind it and go.”

He laughed and ruffled my bangs as I looked up to admire his features some more. We enjoyed the silence, the cool wind, the sound of water lapping and the warmth of each other’s body.

We put in the earplugs after some time and pressed shuffle. The first song that started playing was Red Flavour by Red Velvet.

“Yah Johnny, you know the choreography to this right? Show me some of your moves”

Johnny groaned and gave me the look.

“Oh come on, nobody is here! If you’ll show me some moves, I will dance to Boss by NCT”

Hearing my proposal, Johnny got up and did some of the moves without any hint of awkwardness. He is a natural dancer. I wrapped him up in a big hug as soon as he finished. He buried his head into the crook of my neck, embarrassed.

“Come on, you’re so good honey!”

He just hugged me tighter. I broke the embrace to show him some of my own moves. I did the powerful steps of Boss as well as I could. I knew I could never match Johnny but that did not stop me from trying. When I finished, Johnny was still laughing, he did not even try to hide it. I playfully punched his shoulder.

“Johnny, stop it!”

“What?! I never said it was bad! I am laughing because you’re so good!”

“Come on now, it is already 2am. Drop me home.” I said as I tried to wrestle him to make him stop laughing.

Johnny wore his mask and hat again. I do not remember initiating it but we were holding hands as we left the park.

His hands were big and warm in contrast to the chilly winter night. All I could focus on was the sensation of his soft warm hands until we took a turn.

Wait. Why were we heading towards the SM building. I stopped in my tracks.

“Suh, are you not going to walk me home?”

“You keep saying we don’t spend time together. Let us go to the dorm and watch that movie you were saying. “Conjuring” right?”

“Johnny, what do you mean? If we get caught you know what that means right?” The worst thoughts were crossing my mind.

“You trust me right? Just move through the shadows of the reception hall as I talk to the receptionist”

“I do not trust you” I groaned.

Johnny smirked and walked towards the building. I followed him, being left with no other choice. There was no way we were going to get away with this, I thought. Adrenaline started to pump through my veins leaving my palms cold and sweaty. Johnny confidently walked towards the receptionist, removing his mouth mask. Johnny took out his keys while making small talk with the receptionist and slid it across the desk “accidently” so that the receptionist had to pick it up. I did not even need a signal to make a run for it. I had taken off my shoes to avoid any noise. Johnny broke into a loud coughing fit to muffle any potential sounds made by me. I stood by the elevator, the doors shrouding me from view. I saw Johnny walk into the elevator and I sneaked inside with him. I waited for the elevators doors to close before facing Johnny.

“Oh my God Johnny, what about the CCTV cameras?” I whisper shouted.

He smirked and flattened out my ruffled hair. “The way I told you to come through is in the blind spot. How do you think the others sneak in their girlfriends in?” The elevator stopped and we stepped out. The adrenaline was wearing out, making me sluggish. Before I could step out, Johnny reached a hand to the side of the wall and flicked all the lights off of the hallway. I gripped onto his arms. I could feel him grin by the gesture. He turned on the flashlight on his camera and we walked until we reached the very end of the hallway. The main door was open indicating that the boys were there. We could hear some giggling coming from one of the rooms and Johnny looked at me but I refused to meet his gaze. My shoes still in my hand, we quietly walked inside Johnny’s room.

Johnny took the shoes and handbag from my hands as I stood there for a moment to take in the view of his room. It was clean, the bed was made, few things adorned the bedside table. The lights were off but the curtains were pulled aside so the moonlight flooded the room. Instead of turning on the main light, Johnny turned on the little lamp by the bedside which provided sufficient light. He closed the curtains and turned the AC on low just as the sound of thunder came crashing down accompanied by the pattering of rain on the cemented grounds.

Johnny turned to me saying,” I saw the clouds when we were in the park. We’d be soaking wet if we tried to go to your house”

That caught me off guard. I thought he was just being his usual impulsive self. I know it is cliché but it’s small caring moments like this that remind me that he is a man who thinks of me as a woman and that we are in a romantic relationship. I smiled warmly at him before sitting on the edge of the bed. Johnny placed the laptop on one of the pillows and plopped down on the bed.

“Come here, the sheets are clean.” He patted the sheets next to him.

“You’re such a dork” I said as I smiled and crawled next to him. We started watching the horror movie as planned. Both of us had watched enough horror movies to be startled by the jump scares. It was getting kind of boring and Johnny was struggling to keep his eyes open. I guided his head into my lap and leaned my back on the headboard.

I do not remember when I fell asleep but the sound of light knocks and giggling woke me up. I looked at the clock hung on the door; it was 6:45am. The laptop screen was black, the battery was probably dead. Johnny was all tangled up in the bedding; deep in slumber. This is when it hit me, I was in Johnny’s room; and the knocks and giggles? It must be the boys. I had felt some eyes on me as we were entering the room. Wow, so they now knew I had spent the night with Johnny. I didn’t even want to think about the assumptions they were making.

“Wake up Johnny! It’s the guys! They know I’m here! Do something, I know they do not have very innocent thoughts. They probably have their ears pressed to the door right now”

“W-What?”

“Johnny Suh, get up and open the damn door!!”

I literally pushed him towards the door. He opened the door and all the boys straightened up, indicating that they indeed were listening to our conversation.

“It’s not what you think guys” Johnny chuckled causing the other boys to laugh.

I hung my head low as a wall of embarrassment came crashing down on me.

“Oh well, you will have to stay the day, Hyejin. You can only sneak out at night. Until then, enjoy” Taeyong said earning more giggles from the others.

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kpopescapes-blog · 6 years ago

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When you were done with the dishes, you heard the door open. You knew that it was your uncle. You were already washing your hands when you heard your uncle tell the dreamies to get some rest. They all groaned but still followed, probably feeling the tiredness too. When you heard all their doors close, you also went to your room, saying ‘good night’ to your uncle before closing the door of your room. Your room had a small bathroom so you thought that each room had one. There is a big one near the kitchen though, but you didn’t know who uses that.

‘It really is a big house.’ You thought and you really felt thankful that your uncle is there to help you. You started to feel tired too. You did all the things you had to do then you slept, thinking about all the things that happened to you in the last 24 hours.

The same routine happened for more than a week, your uncle told you to stay inside for a week to make sure that all suspicions would die first just in case anyone saw you on the day you arrived.

It has already been 9 days since you arrived in Seoul and since you started living with the dreamies. Nothing major has happened in those days since the dreamies were busy with their schedule and you were busy preparing for your job interview. You would talk with the members every now and then but that was it. Today, you woke up at around 7 in the morning. You usually wake up later than that but somehow, your nervousness woke you up earlier than usual. You were going to have your interview today. You did your morning rituals and left your room. You saw your uncle prepared to leave.

“Good morning, uncle.” You said softly.

“Good morning, y/n-ah. Did you sleep well?” You nodded and gave him an aegyo-like smile. He ruffled your hair and laughed a little. Most people say that you have your natural cute side when you’re talking to the people that you are comfortable with.

“The boys are already preparing. They have a schedule at 11am, and they won’t be back until 8pm. If you have to go out, make sure you don’t get caught. Be careful, okay? You’re still new in Seoul, so if you get lost, just send me a message. We’ll be leaving by 9am.” He reminded you. You could see that he really was worried about you.

You decided to prepare hot drinks for the dreamies before they leave so you went to the kitchen. Mark was the first one to go out his room. He sat on the couch in the living room, his back facing you.

“Hey.” You shouted in a whisper and tapped his shoulder.

“Oh. Hey. Good morning.” He said and smiled.

You handed the cup of hot choco to him. He said a small ‘thank you’ and started to drink it. You sat on the carpet, indian style. You glanced at the clock and it read 7:30am.

“Why are you so early? You have an hour and a half more to go before you leave.” You asked as you rested your head on your hands, looking up at Mark.

He smiled as he saw your position. He found it cute, how your eyes twinkle when you’re really curious about something. He bent down a little, trying to level your eye sight. You backed away a little with his sudden movement. He held his cup with both hands and looked at you in the eye.

“Because I have work, y/n-ah. And I believe I’m the oldest member in this group and being responsible is expected of me. And you? What is a pretty girl doing this early?” He said with a smirk, knowing very well how it’s affecting you. You realized he was teasing you and oddly, you decided to go with it.

“Oh. Because I have to find a job, Mark-oppa. So I don’t have to be a bum walking around this big house of yours.” You said and both of you laughed a little. You liked it. The light-hearted talk you were having with Mark.

Both of you heard another door open, and both of you suddenly sat straight, as if you were caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing when you were just talking. You both looked at Renjun, the person who made you and Mark flustered just by opening his bedroom door. Renjun was indifferent though, immediately sitting on the other couch and playing with his phone.

You stood up and made another cup of hot choco. You handed it to Renjun with a smile. He looked at the cup and at you, giving you a smile when he saw yours. He reached for the cup and gave you a small bow. After Renjun, the other members started to get out of their rooms too, and you gave each of them hot chocolate. It was 8:30am when they were all sitting on the couches in the living room, each of them holding a cup of hot chocolate. You were standing, looking at them from afar and smiling.

“30 minutes, kids.” Your uncle said and went outside, to prepare the car that they were going to use. The dreamies rushed in drinking. Jisung, being the youngest, put all the cups on the sink. You saw Mark approaching you.

“Are you really going out today?” He asked.

“Yes, oppa. I really have to find a job.” You answered and sighed, afraid that you won’t be able to find one today.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do great. Be careful, okay?” He said and you just nodded. He ruffled your hair, making your heart skip a beat. They all started to leave, each of the members saying ‘good bye’ to you.

Before preparing, you decided to clean the house first since it was your job. By 1 in the afternoon, you already left the house of the dreamies. You put a hat and mask on to make sure that no one would recognize you if anyone actually saw you leave the house. You went to the nearest public bathroom to fix yourself. When you were sure you looked decent, you started to do your thing.

You didn’t have to roam around Seoul because you only had one place in mind, SM Entertainment. You always dreamed of being a famous songwriter. You spent your whole life preparing for this, enrolling to an arts school that offered classes on how to write songs effectively. You completed as a top student at your school and you were honestly pretty confident in your skills.

You were not sure with how you could get to SM so you decided to take a taxi. You looked at the window as you moved, admiring how Seoul is living up to your expectations so far. After a few minutes, you were already standing in front of the building of SM Entertainment. You put your hand on your chest as you tried to calm your heart. You took a deep breath and entered the building.

You went to the information desk and they guided you happily. They lead you to a room and when you went inside, you saw that you were not the only one who wanted to be a songwriter for SM Entertainment. You patiently waited for your turn. It was already 3 in the afternoon when they called you to another room to have your interview.

You went in the room smiling, but you feel like your heart could burst anytime. You looked at the five people that you are supposed to impress today. They were intimidating but you reminded yourself to keep smiling and show the best of yourself. You were asked a number of questions including why you wanted to work in the company. You answered every question confidently.

“Okay, if you could wait outside for a while. We would like you to prepare some songs you have composed in the past so we could hear it.” One of the interviewers said. You bowed and said ‘thank you’ then left the room.

When they said ‘for a while’, you did not know that it would take more than two hours. Your interview ended by 4pm and it was already 6pm. A few more minutes, and thankfully, your name was called. They lead you to another room and when you went inside, it was a recording studio. You handed them the flash drive that contained the songs you wrote and sat on a couch in the room.

They played all the songs you had in the flash drive. You were unable to read their expressions and you kept biting your lower lip because of nervousness. You would catch them tapping their foot to the rhythm every once in a while but most of the time, they would just listen carefully and take notes.

By 8pm, they ended your appointment by saying that they would give you a call within 2 or 3 days. You once again bowed and said ‘thank you’, not forgetting to smile brightly. You did not know that it would take this long, and you were not even sure if you would be able to work for them.

When you were out of the building, you suddenly felt so tired and hungry. It was also a bit chilly, and you were wearing a thin blouse. You remember that you put your jacket on the couch before leaving, so you thought that you forgot it there. You just sighed and looked for the nearest café.

You kept walking and you found a café near a bus stop. You ordered milk tea and cake. You sat and once again sighed, wondering if you did a good job or not. You were already starting to think of other companies that you could apply at.

You decided to just call it a day and hope for the best. You unlocked your phone and scrolled through news. You saw that the official lightstick of NCT was already available and you made a promise to yourself that you would buy one as soon as you can.

You kept scrolling that you somehow forgot the time. You looked at the time on your phone and it read 8:51pm. You decided to leave the café and continue walking. You saw a playground and decided to sit for a while. You sat on a bench and looked at the sky. The sky was already dark and there stars were not very visible.

You felt your phone vibrate and you saw that your uncle was calling you.

“Y/n-ah? Where are you?” He asked, his voice full of worry.

“I’m just walking around uncle, don’t worry. Are you home now?” You said tiredly.

“Yes, we’re already home. Please be home soon. Do you need me to pick you up? You sound really tired.” He offered. “Anyway, the kids have already eaten so you don’t have to cook tonight.”

“No, it’s fine. I can just take a taxi.” You assured him. He agreed but told you to be home before 10pm. You said okay. He told you to be careful before dropping the call.

It was 13 minutes before 10pm when you arrived in front of the red gate. You entered the gate and knocked on the door. When it opened, you saw a barefaced Mark. He was wearing glasses and casual clothes. You smiled and he opened the door wider for you.

You went in to see all the dreamies in the living room. They all looked so serious so you thought that something bad had happened to them. You looked around the room to find your uncle and when your eyes met, you gave him a ‘what happened?’ look.

“They were worried about you. It was pretty cute to watch, they all seemed like your older brothers.” Your uncle said with a laugh. You smiled and looked at the dreamies, suddenly you don’t feel that tired.

“Where have you been, noona?” Chenle said with a pout. You sat beside him and nudged him lightly.

“I looked for work, Chenle-yah.” You said with a small whine.

“Ah, so cute~” They all said in unison, which took you by surprise. You blushed and hid your face.

“Okay, okay. Since y/n is here, all of you should rest now. Y/n has to rest too.” Your uncle said.

They all agreed and said ‘good night’ to you before entering their rooms. You said it back and gave each of them a smile. Your uncle entered his room too after ruffling your hair. You were left in the living room alone and again, the tiredness consumed your body. You rested your head on the back of the couch and closed your eyes for a while.

“You’ll fall asleep on the couch like that.” You heard someone say. You opened your eyes and saw Mark. You smiled but you were too tired to reply. He just laughed a little and sat next to you.

“How was your interview?” He asked and you just sighed, feeling more tired than ever.

“I don’t even know if I did well. I feel like I will not get the job.” You said, once again closing your eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll get it, y/n-ah. Don’t stress about it too much.” He said, trying to cheer you up.

“How was your day? Did your schedule go well?” You asked, knowing that he is tired too. You noticed his eyes the moment you saw him when he opened the door. He looked great even if he was barefaced, but the tiredness was obvious from his eyes.

“Tiring.” He said. You just hummed, your eyes still closed. There was a comfortable silence around you two. You felt yourself getting sleepy but before you could move, you felt Mark lay his head on your shoulder. You froze and opened your eyes.

“Let me stay here for a while please.” He said softly and you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in your stomach. You stayed in that position for a while. You glanced at him and saw how peaceful he looked. You smiled and felt that you were starting to catch feelings for this guy. Sure, it has not even been a month since you met but damn, he’s making you feel things.

You felt him move and he said, “Go to sleep, y/n.” You nodded but remained seated. He stood and ruffled your hair, once again making you feel butterflies.

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jae-bummer · 7 years ago

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Unfair Advantage

Request: number 1 and any member of nct :)

1) “You think you could do better?”

Member: NCT’s Johnny x Y/N

Type: fluff

You giggled, leaning lazily against the token machine as your friend stuffed another dollar into the slot. “You’re wasting your money.”

“Says who,” she grumbled, pouting as the machine spit her dollar back out at her. She snatched it as it fluttered in midair and immediately began to flatten out one of the folded ends. Running it back and forth against the corner of the machine, she cut her eyes at you. “You will humor me.”

“Unsure if that was intended to be a threat or not,” you muttered, taking a swig from the drink you had been holding. “But I kind of humor you every day...you know, just like you existing in general.”

“Words hurt,” she muttered, shoving the money back into the machine. “And you can pretend like I am an inconvenience all you want, but you would be lost without me.”

“If that’s what makes you feel better,” you chuckled. “Then sure. I would be hopelessly lost.”

“Damn right you would,” she grumbled, finally standing up straight again. “Now take one of the token cups.”

You rolled your eyes, doing as you were instructed. She was right and you knew it. As much as you liked to feign inconvenience, she was your best friend and you would do anything for her. She brought you out of your shell and encouraged you to actively be more social. She deserved to be humored.

Well, most of the time.

Right now, it was up for debate.

You glanced up at your surroundings and tried not to sigh. She had drug you to one of those restaurant/arcade combos. You knew the type. They were mostly intended for families or first dates, aiming to keep everyone happily distracted with their own gaming interests and a side of cheese fries.

“Y/N,” your friend hummed, tapping her foot. “Which one?”

Shaking your head, you looked back down to the tokens. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I was asking you which game you wanted to play before you went all space cadet?” she chuckled. “Motorcycles? Maybe some giant claw machine? Oh, wait! I know!”

“Don’t say it. Don’t say it,” you hissed, quietly pleading with her.

“DDR!” she gasped.

“She said it,” you groaned.

“And what kind of issue could you possibly have with the wholesome game of Dance Dance Revolution?” she asked, lifting her brows.

“For one,” you hummed. “It is literally the only game that forces you to be physically active.”

“No, there’s that jump roping game, and then the weird football training-”

“Two,” you continued. “You always pick a song I don’t know. Or something that is far past my skill set and requires four pairs of feet.”

“You can start on an easy level,” she muttered. “You don’t have to start on expert to prove a point.”

“Three,” you nodded, still ignoring her. Sticking out her hip, she crossed her arms, and stifled a yawn. “Are you yawning?”

“Was that the third point or am I still waiting for you to finish?” she grumbled.

“Three,” you repeated. “You are so bored with your own idea that you are yawning.”

“Oh come on!” she gasped. “That was not a point until just now.”

“Fine,” you pouted. “Three, I always look stupid.”

“You never look stupid,” she grinned. “But admittedly, you sound kind of stupid right now. Arguing about why you shouldn’t have to play DDR.”

“I’m guessing I still haven’t gotten my point across?” you sighed. “My point is...I’m going to go play Crossy Road, see you.”

You spun on your heel, attempting to move quickly enough to disappear out of her sight. Much to your chagrin, you felt her thin fingers wrap around your forearm and tug you back toward her. “Just because you’re a bad dancer-”

“The hell I am!” you gasped. “That special kind of torture you call Dance Dance Revolution is neither a dance dance, or a revolution.”

“That was poetic,” your friend chuckled. “Come up with that all by yourself?”

“Remind me why I hang out with you again?” you sighed.

“Because I keep you young,” she grinned. “Now come on.”

“You don’t have to keep me young,” you mumbled. “I am young. Why do I need you to-”

“The less you complain, the quicker this will be over,” she sighed, trudging you through the brightly lit game machines. You glanced around at happy families joining together to play Mario Kart and boyfriends beating girlfriends at rounds of skee ball.

“Here’s an idea!” you erupted, stopping just short of the machine in question. “You can play, and I’ll watch! Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Oh loads,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “But you know what sounds like more fun? You playing with me.”

“I’m not going to be able to get out of this, am I?” you groaned, finally coming to terms with your own defeat.

“Not a snowball’s chance in Hell,” your friend grinned.

“What a coincidence, since I’m already there and all,” you muttered. Taking the few short steps to the dance machine, you stepped hesitantly on the platform and winced at the bright lights pulsing around you.

“I’ll even let you pick the song,” she squeaked happily, shoving token after token into the awaiting mouth of the machine.

“Gee, how considerate,” you grumbled. “And for a second, I actually thought I had a say in this. Well played.”

“Just dissociate,” she laughed. “You do it well.”

“I find that offensive,” you sighed. “But true.”

“Alright, so what’s the jam?” she asked excitedly, hopping up and down beside you.

“If you ask like that, I may never answer,” you muttered, pressing quickly through the song roll. “Block B? Too fast. EXO? Too sexy. BTS? I would like to make it out of this with both ankles in tact...”

“Ooo! What about this one?” she squealed, pointing wildly at the screen. You tilted your head in consideration and slowly began to nod.

“NCT 127,” you hummed. “Makes sense. Not terribly complicated. A lot of arm motions...it can’t be THAT bad?”

“Cherry Bomb or Limitless?”

“Cherry Bomb,” you nodded, trying to convince yourself for just a moment of the possible fun you could have.

Until the game started.

“I’m not even on expert this time!” you hissed, your feet tapping chaotically at the flashing tiles beneath them.

“This-this isn’t that....that bad,” your friend huffed, attempting to keep up as well. “It’s good-good cardio.”

“Don’t talk to me!” you gasped. “Focus!”

“I can do two things at once,” she grumbled, her legs moving in directions you weren’t sure were entirely possible. “But judging by your score, you can’t.”

“How can you talk shit when you’re out of breath!” you groaned.

“I always have enough energy to talk shit,” she smiled.

You continued to stomp as if you were standing in a pile of ants. In most situations where music was concerned, you considered yourself to be a fairly rhythmic person. In this situation, however...

“When will this end?” you hissed, using the last bit of energy you had left to jump on two tiles at once.

“Last...last verse,” your friend heaved, giving it her all.

“Why do I even bother?” you groaned. “Your score is at least double what mine is.”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” she chuckled.

“Says the winner,” you grumbled, the song finally drawing to a close. You gasped for air as you leaned backwards onto the support rail, attempting to get your body back to situation normal.

You heard a light clap sound behind you, followed by a long whistle. “Impressive.”

Rolling your eyes, you clicked your tongue, and set your friend with a heavy glare. Hoping you could convey your annoyance with a facial expression alone, you were not amused by the sudden audience. “You think you could do better?”

Turning around, you had your death stare on lock as you sized up the victim of your inevitable tirade.

“Holy shit.”

You were staring into the eyes of a face you had just seen on screen.

“I think I probably could do better,” he chuckled, glancing up at you through his lashes. “But I would probably have an unfair advantage.”

“You’re-you’re,” your friend stuttered, smacking you lightly on the arm. “You’re-”

“Johnny Seo,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. Glancing to the man standing directly to the left of him, you swallowed. Hard. “And Yuta...Yuta Nakamoto.”

“Are you fans?” Yuta smiled, tilting his head as he looked at the two of you.

“Uh...yeah,” your friend said bluntly, her eyes growing larger by the moment. While both of you enjoyed listening to Korean pop music, you liked to think that you had your emotions in check if you were to ever meet an idol. Your best friend on the other hand... “I’m Y/F/N and this is Y/N.”

“Cool, very nice to meet you” Johnny grinned. “You mind if we give it a try?”

“By all means,” you scoffed, hopping down from the platform. “I’d love to see a professional at work.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Johnny smirked. “I’m hardly a professional.”

“Speak for yourself,” Yuta chuckled. “I am as professional as they come.”

“Make it stop!” Yuta screeched, smacking at the buttons on the machine. “Please, someone, unplug it!”

“Why were we being cocky?” Johnny gasped, holding onto the bar behind him for support as he stomped at the tiles. “This isn’t like the real choreography at all!”

“Well, that’s weird!” you chuckled, crossing your arms as you watched the two men desperately try to salvage their scores on expert mode. “You would think that you may have...what was it you said? An unfair advantage?”

“I take back everything!” Johnny groaned. “Everything I’ve said in my life to bring me to this point is a lie and this was such a bad decision.”

“I’m sweating!” Yuta screeched. “Why am I sweating?”

“Hmph...I always thought he would glisten up close,” your friend said quietly, narrowing her eyes at him. “But those are legitimate beads of sweat running down his face.”

“Idols, they’re just like us!” you laughed, elbowing her lightly in the ribs. “Is this even real life right now?”

“I haven’t quite decided,” she whispered. “I feel like at any moment I’ll wake up and have to text you about this weird dream I had where we played DDR with NCT.”

“Not a dream,” you muttered, just as a drop of Johnny’s sweat flew through the air and landed on your arm. “Definitely not a dream.”

Wincing, your friend stared at the drop of sweat in question. “Unsure if you should be happy about that or not.”

“Decidedly not happy,” you grumbled, wiping your arm on your shirt. “Sweat is sweat, whether it’s from an incredibly attractive man or not.”

“You think I’m incredibly attractive?” Johnny gasped, glancing over his shoulder at you with a small smile.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re surprised,” you muttered. “I’m sure you hear it all the time.”

Johnny rolled his eyes before slowing his steps and stepping from the platform.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yuta gasped, leaning forward to rest his palms against his knees and catch his breath. “We have two more songs!”

“I tap out,” Johnny muttered, walking slowly toward you. “I’m sure one of you will sub in for me?”

“I don’t want to play on expert,” your friend muttered, shaking her head rapidly. “I’m not that stupid...I mean...uh...no offense.”

“Non taken,” Johnny chuckled. “I’m sure Yuta would love the company though.”

“My thighs are on fire!” he shouted, slumping against the machine. “Why did we do this? Why did we not play Crossy Road like I wanted?”

“That seems to be a common theme this evening,” you muttered.

“Does he need some sort of medical attention?” your friend asked, lifting her brows. “He seems pretty distressed.”

“He may just need a thigh massage,” Johnny baited.

Your friend’s eyebrows raised even further as she subconsciously stumbled toward the DDR machine. “Yuta, are you okay?”

“Let’s go,” Johnny grinned, taking your elbow lightly into his hand, and navigating you away from the game.

“Where are we going?” you asked quietly, attempting not to draw too much attention to your departure.

“Basketball?” Johnny asked.

“I’m not very good,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“I’ll help,” he smiled kindly, leading you toward the basketball hoops.

Blinking rapidly, you had to silently remind yourself of the sudden turn your evening had taken. Just under a half an hour ago, you were not so proudly stuffing nachos into your face, and now you were going to play arcade games with one of the most gorgeous men you had ever seen. You knew when you moved overseas that your life would change, but you had no idea to what extent. To be casually hanging out with one of the country’s most loved idols was not on your list of things you thought to be probable. And yet...

“So, NCT’s Johnny,” you teased, leaning against the basketball machine as he began to slip in a few tokens. “What brings you out this evening?”

“We didn’t have a schedule,” Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. “And could you please not call me “NCT’s Johnny?” Just Johnny will do.”

“I can’t lie,” you sighed. “I had fully intended on calling you that for the duration of this interaction.”

“I would prefer to feel normal around you, thanks,” he grinned. “Just a normal boy talking to a beautiful-”

“Whoa, whoa,” you interrupted, inadvertently placing your hand on his bicep. Freezing for a moment, you immediately withdrew your hand and felt your face grow hot. Johnny looked down knowingly at the spot you had just touched and smiled even wider.

“What?” he asked.

“You are about as normal as I am beautiful,” you hummed, trying to keep yourself calm.

“I think you’re wrong there,” he chuckled. “But I’ll let it slide.”

“Gee thanks,” you laughed. “Come to the arcade often to try to pick up a date?”

“Can’t say I do,” he nodded, his basketball game beginning. He continued conversation casually as he picked up ball after ball and made it into the hoop. “I will say it’s nice to flirt and actually entertain the idea though. I’m constantly surrounding by my members. I hardly get to think about dating.”

“Ah, so this is a special occasion,” you nodded. “I’ll consider myself lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” he smiled. “I just happened to hear my song from across the room and had to investigate. When I saw you, how could I possibly not wait to introduce myself?”

“Your confidence level is baffling,” you chuckled. “I guess I would be confident too if I was-”

“NCT’s Johnny,” Johnny laughed in unison with you. “I get it now. You’re totally trolling me.”

“Happy you’ve caught on,” you smirked.

“I get this strategy,” he hummed. “Bully the guy you think is cute. I think I remember a girl doing this to me once in grade school.”

“Why mess with a method that works?” you joked. You glanced up as the lights on Johnny’s game began to flash, signaling that he would be moving on to the next round.

“Come here,” he cooed, grabbing you again by the elbow as he steered you toward the game. You felt as if you were in a cheesy romantic comedy as he reached around you and placed a basketball into your hands.

“This isn’t really necessary,” you said quietly. “I was watching you play.”

“And I want to help you learn,” he whispered, so close that you could feel his breath near your ear. “You said you weren’t especially good.”

You remained quiet as he lifted your arms gently with his hands and helped push the ball from your palm. It landed with a successful “swish” through the hoop, causing you to grin.

“See,” he breathed. You glanced over your shoulder, your face incredibly close to his. “You’re much better than you thought.”

“Johnny, I can’t,” you groaned, walking through the prize area.

“You will take my tickets and you will not argue about it,” he insisted, close on your heels. “The only way for either of us to get anything remotely satisfying out of this area is if we combine tickets.”

“I am completely at peace with the idea of a Chinese finger trap,” you muttered. “And an eraser shaped like a butterfly.”

“Actually, if you get the finger trap, you wouldn’t have enough for the butterfly eraser,” the prize attendant muttered, punching numbers into her calculator.

“See!” Johnny gasped. “Take my tickets, please!”

“Fine,” you grumbled, spinning toward him. He managed to stop quickly enough as to not slam his chest into your face, but instead caught you subconsciously in his arms.

“Uh...” you whispered, trying to remain calm. “You have to pick out my prize though.”

“Deal,” he said quietly with a small nod. Letting go of you, he weaved his way through the crowd, his tall frame disappearing amongst the couples wandering around in an attempt to find the perfect prize.

You stood awkwardly in the midst of the circulating arcade-goers, unsure of where to actually wait. After a few moments of internal struggle, you finally saw Johnny’s face appear above the crowd, slowly navigating his way back to you.

“So according to the relatively rude counter woman,” Johnny sighed. “I had enough tickets for this.”

He pulled a plush lion from behind his back and smiled. “And I had enough left over for this.”

From his opposite hand he held a small notebook with a matching pen.

“Uh...thanks,” you chuckled.

“Believe it or not,” he grinned, pushing both prizes into your arms. “You may find the miniature notebook to be a bit more useful.”

“Johnny!” Yuta’s voice called over the crowd, interrupting your exchange. “Johnny! Let’s merge tickets!”

“Ah,” Johnny chuckled, glancing over his shoulder at his rapidly approaching member. “I should probably deal with that. It was truly lovely, Y/N.”

Before you could say anything, Johnny gave a small bow before sprinting in the opposite direction. Your own friend had reappeared just as Yuta had, her face red, and her bangs matted to her forehead. “How’d it go?”

“Good,” you nodded shortly. You motioned to the prizes in your arms and sighed. If only you had gotten his contact...

Wait....

You glanced down at the notebook, almost incapable of catching your breath. “A bit more useful.”

You flipped the cover of the notebook open and smiled. Surely enough, there were several letters scrawled on the first page, making up Johnny’s kakaotalk id.

“A bit...what?” your friend muttered, attempting to glance at the items in your hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned, shaking your head. “Let’s go home, okay?”

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angelguk · 8 years ago

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azrael - yuta scenario

Nakamoto Yuta - NCT

words - 4222

genre - angel!au, action

warnings - demons, violence, sehun + taemin cameos

soundtrack - imagines dragons believer (x)

Water slide over your clothes, soaking into the material and causes it to cling to you like a second skin. You cursed softly, leaping over miniature oceans that covered the streets, keeping one hand above your head to prevent it from being drenched too. Tragically your fingers didn't provide enough protection and you could feel the droplets slinking their way down to your skull. Running down the road wasn't a great idea either. Yet the shadows of the sidewalks seemed like abysses in the dark of the night and no cars would dare drive now anyways. Not with the downpour of rain erupting from the heavens; even your vision was blurred by the droplets falling. It was as if Niagara Falls had relocated itself to the sky.

Your shoes were sodden too but you didn't mind; they weren't new and running home was the only option you had at the moment. Your car had refused to start and all the familiar places you knew had closed down for the night - which was reasonable considering it was past midnight - perhaps staying late the finish the file for Sehun was actually a terrible idea.

A cackle emitted from the dark stormy skies causing your heart to lurch in your throat. You ran faster now, not looking being to check if someone was following you. Footsteps couldn’t be heard over the vociferous, chaotic orchestra the rain conducted but your heart pounded in your ears. Every splash you made against tarmac sounded like drums going off in your head.

But you ran anyways, envisioning the bathe you'd take when you got home. How nice it would be in immerse yourself in warm water and how it would thaw your frozen body back to life again.

Then you curved round the corner, your feet crushed straight into stray slivers of glass and your eyes settled on a wreckage from hell. You halted, every muscle in your body taut as your bag dropped to the earth.

The car was sliver and its wheels sat staring at the grey sky while the roof lay beneath, crumpled like a delicate petal in the hands of a child. Glass strewn like fall autumn leaves catching the waifs of light falling from the streets lamps. They glowed like scattered diamonds, as if someone had abandoned their treasure. But then your eyes caught something else. Claret liquid oozed over everything, converting the road into a deep red sea and casing the glass in crimson speckles.

An arm lay abandoned out of the driver’s window, covered in scars and deep gashes, blood spilling from the wounds like water.

Fear prickled against your skin and descended into your heart like a boulder. You glanced around, searching for a living soul but none appeared. The roads was desolate and each shop on the sidewalk emitted no light. No one was around. No one at all.

Your trembling fingers scrambled for the phone in your pocket, hastily dialling the 911 number but the call was interrupted by another crack slicing through the heavy air. You tried again, no signal this time. Another trembling try and once again no signal.

You tore your hands through your damp hair trying to think of what to do. You could risk it and try to pull the person out, but what if you injured them even more? What if you killed them? What if they were already gone?

You tried again, typing out the number slowly, 9-1-1. Your quivering fingers hovered over the call button as a lightning strike slashed through the sky. The silver strike danced through the clouds, violent in the heavens. The glaring light dissolved into the air as swiftly as it appeared.

You watched it fade, your heart beating faster and your fingers still hovering over the call button. Gradually your eyes lowered back to the carnage, expecting to find the carnage how you first left it but something left you in shock. You leaped back, heart bursting out of its holding as you watched the stranger, cloaked in the darkness of a void, lower his head and crunch down in front of the wreckage.

His hair was russet, shifting to a darker tone as water drenched his skull. The dark locks fell over his albicant skin, sticking to his forehand. Every feature on his face was demarcated, as if someone had taken the care to carve them there. Dark eyebrows rested above light eyes - you couldn't see their colour from here but they appeared white, almost blending in with his skin yet they glowed like the sun existed with them. His lips appear pouty but they're drawn into an unforgiving thin line. The aura that radiates off of him was taciturn, controlled - even your body responded to his presence in an abnormal manner. Every hair on your body stood to attention and goose bumps trailed across the surface of your skin. You know you're not supposed to be here. Not supposed to be anywhere near him.

But you’re frozen, every cell in you was encased in a body of ice stopping you from moving even an inch. Your heart screamed in your ears; a rapid beat that you felt itinerant from your chest to the rest of your immobile body. Your feet wanted to run but your mind stopped them. All you could do is watch.

He leans over the body, trailing his fingertips across the visible arm but blood does not catch on his hand. His lips move to form words that you can't catch. Yet the air around the wreck begins to transform, shifting into a kaleidoscopic of swirls and waves, albicant in the amber radiance of the lamps. Steadily, the words the stranger speaks grow louder and you can hear his voice, but the words he speaks make no sense.

"Tu kaa sra srisr su dmuv sra voae srae daod," His voice is honey; thick and heavy yet there's something sweet about it. He’s melodious in the way he speaks like he's singing a song. "Vraoka raod sra voae bae srvuvar uk sraa I cumiira sraa su seqa srae srisr imsu ka." It's entrancing. You can feel your eyes grow heavy and you struggle to keep them closed. You're swaying, drawn in by the sound of his voice as if he was casting a spell over you.

Your eyes fall shut, submerging you in a darkness but then you force yourself to open them not wanting to miss a thing in case the stranger did something even more abnormal.

Frozen droplets greet your gaze, suspended in the air like crystals hanging from a chandelier. It was as if time had stopped. Alarm floods throughout your body. What the hell was going on?

You glance down, eyes flickering all over the place and you find the stranger cradling a white sphere within his hands. His watches it as it swirls and shifts transforming blue in some places and yellow in others but overall the sphere maintains its pure form of white.

Your feel you skin prickle as you look at him, muscles taut ready to sprint away at any instant. What the fuck did he just do? What is he holding?

Your brain instantaneously understands the urgency of the situation now. That stranger is clearly not human because no reasonable human would be able to stop rain in the sky. Or hold whatever the hell he was holding

Moving you left leg back, you'd intended on sneaking away but your shoes come in contact with the pavement and make a scraping sound that echoes through the deserted streets.

His head shots up and his eyes discover you in an instant. You gulp down the dread that appears in your throat, taking another hesitant step backwards - away from him. Eyes wavering your try to keep you gaze anywhere but him but those glowing orbs draw you in without him even lifting a finger.

They burn into your face, engraving elaborate lines over your skin as he examines you. His eyes are grey and white and fire all in one and they makes you want to run away. They make you want to sprint from his presence. They make you afraid.

He doesn't move, just choices to watch from a distant, the car wreck behind his figure and the white sphere clasped in his hand. His eyes are ferocious though, dragging themselves over your body like a savage animal. You can tell his wondering, wondering whether your worth it. For what you’re not sure but the thought alone terrifies you.

A hush inhabits the air, weaving through the space between both of you, thick and heavy. You view him through the reflections of the dangling droplets, waiting from him to make a move, your body on edge.

Instead a thundering cackle explodes from the skies, cutting the air in half and you look up, heart leaping, only to find droplets of rain hurtling into your face. Dazed you frenziedly glance around, startled to find the world has been brought back into motion. The stranger in nowhere to be found - it's as if he dissipated into the air itself. Like he'd vanished from the earth or perhaps he never existed.

You’re petrified and the only thing on your mind is getting into the safe haven of your home. Swooping up your bag your feet carry you like the wind, past spiralling streets and empty alleyways all the way home. You've stopped caring about the rain - it was only water anyways.

The sight of your studio causes a wave of relief to hurtle into you. Your legs pump faster, stamping though puddles until the door was right before you. They only stopped when you'd locked it firmly behind you.

Panting heavily, you wrenched off your dripping jacket, dropping it on the floor. Everything felt like ice to your numb body and food was not on your mind. You just wanted to forget every single thing you'd just witnessed. Every. Single. Thing.

You blundered your way to the bathroom, slapping your hand against the light switch. The cabinet was filled with various medicine bottles but you didn't have to look up you take the one you needed.

The pills were small, yellow, like bits of the sun dotted on the palm of your hand. You didn't count them, they were roughly five at least, just dropped them into your throat and swallowed them dry.

It took them a moment to get to work and you used this opportunity to strip the clammy clothes off your disoriented body while sauntering to your bedroom. The trail of clothes would be annoying to clean in the morning but right now the thought putting them away seemed even worse.

You collapsed into your bed, hauling the cool covers over your head and praying you wouldn't remember tonight. Praying you'd forget it all.

____

You wake up in a haze. Your vision blurred and a pounding pain slicing through your brain. Warm rays filter in through the open windows, no curtain preventing their entry.

Confusion clouds your brain for a moment. You always close the curtains before bed, why would they be open-

It's like dunking a bucket of ice water over your head. The memory of the stranger staring into your soul was a vibrant and as vivid as the sun. Imprinted into your thoughts despite your attempt to forget it. And the blood covering everything. The hand, pale and dead.

Old feelings resurfaced within your heart, raging like a wild storm wanting to destroy everything in its path. You heart thumped into your chest as imagines flashed before your eyes. A graphic horrific movie -unwilling to stop.

Rolling over you slammed your head into the pillow below you. Forget, forget, and forget. Why was it so hard to forget?

___

You used a different route to get to work that day. Since your car was still stationed at the office, you decided to take the bus. It took an extra fifteen minutes but it was better than passing that street again.

In the office, Sehun doesn't question why you were late. The files from last night were on his desk and he didn't need to ask to know you worked overtime. None of your colleagues as either, all of them occupied with their own work. Apart from Taemin.

The handsome man props himself on your cluttered desk, a probing look painted across his features.

"Y/N," He said, the gel in his hair gleaming underneath the harsh lights. "How did you get home last night?"

"I walked. Why?" You curtly replied.

"Your car was here this morning and it rained hard last night. You walked in that rain?"

"I had an umbrella in my car," You lied.

"Good, good." Taemin nodded his head, dragging in his lower lip. "But if you walked, you saw the car crash right?"

"What?" You halted, blinking repeatedly at him in hopes you’d heard incorrectly.

"The car crash? You didn't see it? It's all over the news."

The vein in your forehead throbs as he brings his laptop over to your desk, face lighting up like a child given a new toy to play with. You'd never understood Taemin's fascination with gore and bloody things. Maybe that's the reason he specialised in forensics.

Images from last night stare right back out you, the same as last night but now the rising sun can be seen in the background. You’re holding back the fear stuck in your throat as Taemin rambles on and on.

"His name was Soekjin, twenty-three years old - such a young age to die don't you think - anyways, he was driving way to fast down the street and his tire gave in on the corner. He skidded overturning the vehicle and crushing his head and rooftop of the car. He died on the scene, tragic huh."

You feel sick to your stomach but Taemin hasn't noticed the look your face has taken on. He continues rambling like a mad man about how Soekjin had tested positive for an overdose of pills and how the police were classifying it was a suicide. Mercifully, your boss, Sehun appeared and stopped him there, snatching the man by his arm and hissing into his ear.

Taemin turned purple, hastily apologizing to you while tripping over his feet to get away.

"Are you okay?" Sehun asked, concern painting on his usually strict face.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I said I'm fine Sehun. Okay?" You insisted.

He nodded, chestnut hair moving with his motion. He lifted a hand to adjust the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. "You can leave anytime you want to Y/N. It's oka-"

"Said I was fine Sehun."

___

A week passes by and everything sort of falls back into normality. No one mentions the car crash after the first day and Taemin doesn't speak to you for at least three days before cracking and taking you out to lunch. Sehun watches you carefully during the first few days, in case you had a panic attack - triggered by the news of the car crash - but after a while his gaze stops following you every time you enter the room. You were glad Sehun was a close friend of yours but he was also your boss and sometimes he forgot that.

As for you, the stranger from that night leaves your mind as more important things preoccupy it. Mostly the monthly report that you were behind in was needed in two days. At least it was before Mr. Kim Junmyeon requested it a day early. That meant you had to stay behind again to complete it.

The only light in the room came from your desk as the sun descended into the horizon leaving behind trails of fuchsia and violets waning into an infinite navy. Rubbing your eyes you squinted at the endless array of black letters scrawled across the pages, wishing you didn't have to read any of it but if wanted a pay check at the end of this month you had too.

It was well past eleven by the time you were done. The sky had lost the cool colours from before and had distorted itself into a black sea. You swung your keys in your hand as you closed up the office, glad this time you had your car working.

The trip to the basement was lonesome; the whole building was empty. Your car sat solitary in the centre of the concrete room. The clacking noise your heels made were your only company as you walked towards the vehicle.

Heaving open the driver’s door you fell into the seat and locked it behind you. Your keys slid into the ignition. You twisted it to turn on the car but nothing happened. You tried again, putting more force into your effort now.

Brum. brum, brum ,brrrrrrrrrrr.

Nothing.

"Fucking hell." You kicked open the door, leaving the key in the ignition. Your car had been fixed less than a week ago. What was wrong with it now?

You slammed your hand on the hood, popping it open to take a look inside. The mechanic had said last time that a wire had come lose. Hopefully it'd be a simple problem to fix.

You leaned into the engine, your exhausted eyes scanning for the problem. You immediately found it - a wire that'd been pulled from its fixtures. You grasped out your hand for it, quickly plugging it back into its holding.

"There. Hopefully that'll work-"

A vice from hell bound itself around you waist, hauling your body into what felt like pure steel as another hand descended on your open mouth, effectively muffling your screams. Your heart crashed into your chest, breaking through the cages that held it secure.

You tried to bit open on the palm of your attacker, but your mouth only tasted bitter ashes. Screams clawed your throat as spasms overtook your body. Every twist and turn you made only caused the grip on your waist to tauten, until the person was literally squeezing the air out of you.

"Sssshh." A breathe of death creeped its way down the side of your neck. "It'll be okay. Sssshh."

Tears streamed down your face but you keep on struggling, it was all in vain though. You could feel yourself drifting, your vision shifting and swirling before you. Abruptly the person was ripped from your being and you heard the thunderous thump as his body collided with the opposite wall.

You whirled around, gasping for air, only to find the same stranger from the car crash, still cloaked on obsidian but welding a vicious looking weapon that gleamed in the harsh lights, hungry for blood.

The stranger never spared you a glance, moving like light to the fallen body of your attacker. It looked like a mangle of bones and burnt flesh moulded into one gigantic mess.

His weapon cut through the air, slicing the man cleanly into two halves. Fire appeared from the cut, blazing azure and lapping up the man's body like a thirsty animal given water.

The pair of you watched him burn until nothing was left of his flesh. That's when his gaze flashed to you.

You didn't know sliver could burn but it did, creating holes in your face as he descended upon you. His face was even more defined up front, like God himself had been the one to carve it from stone. Without thinking you'd backed up against the bumper of your car, hands grasping on air searching for an imaginary weapon behind you.

The man's rosy lips twitched with amusement. Instantly he was stood before you, towering over your being as his eyes burned into yours. However as soon as he appeared he was torn away by a creature that soared through the air. His weapon flew in the other direction, slamming into the concrete wall with enough force to make it crack.

Your screams filled the room as his body collided with the ground, spinning around to find that several other things like the one the man had just killed had creeped up on both of you.

They smelled like death, charcoal burnt skin covering their faces and voracious scarlet eyes watching you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the stranger struggling with the creature that had attacked him. It clawed at his face, hissing raucously and spit dangling from its ivory fangs.

Terror swamped body and you didn't think as you sprinted to the driver’s side and banged the door firmly behind you, turning on the engine and pressing the gas hard.

The car spun into action, tires screeching against the basement floor before rocketing past the creatures that had surrounded you. Over the engines roar, hisses responded as they hurtled after your speeding vehicle. You press the gas harder, glancing back to find their figures swiftly increasing on your car.

Panting you pressed your foot down harder.

"OPEN THE GATE! OPEN THE GATE!" You voice was a siren in the night as you howled out the open window, praying the watchman would hear your voice and you wouldn't ram into the metal bars.

By the time you'd appeared in the vision of the watchman the gate was already open and the watchman's head dangled out of his shed, watching with mild shock was your flew past him and skidded onto the open road.

His eyes turned to saucers though, filled with horror, when they fell upon what was chasing you.

You didn't bother to glance behind, keeping your eyes on the road as your speed down the empty streets until the building began disappearing in your rear view mirror.

Your foot didn't ease off the gas though, you kept on driving at full speed focusing only on the streetlights you past. You heart was like a wild rabbits, slamming into your chest with every moment that passed.

And then you hit the corner.

Your wheels screeched as they skidded across the surface of the road. You smashed into the side of the driver’s door, forced down by gravity as your hands flailed at the driver's wheel trying to keep the car from turning on its head.

You grip on the steering wheel was tight enough to stop you from flipping over. The car instead spun, tires hissing as the rubber burned.

And then you stopped, facing the wrong direction but still alive. Air struggled to stay in your chest as you hung your head, gasping from each breathe that you took.

Smoke coloured the air white, carrying the acrid scent of burned rubber as you tried to recuperate. Everything seemed unreal. Seeing that man twice, those things, what he did to them. Everything.

Your body quaked, and goose bumps covered your skin despite the air not being cold. Your breath was still unstable as you lifted your head up. Eyes wide, expecting something to leap from the shadows.

Nothing, thankfully did and you let out a breath of relief, dropping your hands from the steering wheel. Your palms were sore and red; your grip hand been so tight it'd costed you a burn.

"I'm okay," You say, shaking your head to get rid of the abnormal feeling that’d descended upon your shoulders. "I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay."

Your mantra guided you the way home, calming your frantic heart. The whisper of those words lay on your lips as you pushed your key into the lock and opened the door.

You'd closed it behind you finally feeling safe.

"It took you a long time to get home." The voice crawls over your body as your whirl around, a scream floating out you throat but his hand slammed over your mouth and his eyes silenced it. "You didn't have run. I killed them all anyways."

You can't breathe.

"I am going to let go - scream and I'll hurt you." His hand slowly lifts from your mouth and the only thing you can manage to conjure up is the following.

"W-what do you want?"

His sliver eyes flash. "What I want… Hmm, it’s more of what I need, because if I don't get it, dire consequences await both of us."

"Well then what is it?" You just want him to leave. Want him to go and for you to forget everything.

"What I need Y/N," He leaned closer to your, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. His warmth engulfs you, feeling like a furnace grazing against your skin. You don't know how he knows your name but you’re terrified that he does. "What I need are your memories."

And then his lips crashed into yours, burning like hell as he pulls you close, lifting your head up to make it easier for him. His touch is fire and you want to pull away but the grip on the back of your neck keeps you there. His lips dance over yours tasting like Hell and Heaven at once.

But then you’re been thrown into the door, your back crashing against the hard wood with a resounding thud.

A liquid as black as tar covers his pink lips and his eyes are a blaze.

"What the hell are you?"

a/n: fun fact finding a gif for this scenario was hard. anyways thank you for reading :) - fyra

(this was requested on my old account)

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