#and uhm how out of this group lee is the one who had the group baby??

[jvnart]

You ever think about

Group baby

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[jwonsite]

bed chem - sim jaeyun

(part of the short n' sweet series)

pairing - collegestudent!jake x fem!reader

word count - 7.6k

warnings - drinking, unprotected sex (wrap it up,,), they don't rly know each other whoops, uhm lmk anything i missed

you looked in the mirror one last time as your best friend rambled on about how fun this party was going to be, and how you could finally “put yourself out there” after your last boyfriend. 

“i am going to get so wasted tonight, apparently they hired like, an actual dj, and i heard somebody say that they were going to do a lip sync battle between the boys,” yunjin explained as she bounced on her heels, waving her hands around in excitement as she told you all the things she heard about the party already.

you ran your hands over the fabric of the dress again, silently questioning whether you were ready for this. it had been a few months since your last relationship, but the idea of putting yourself out there felt… a bit overwhelming.

“alright yes i get it yunjin, i promise i will not silently sit in the corner the whole time,” you said to her as you turned to walk out of your room

“okay okay, i’m sorry i just want you to have a little bit of fun for once. you’re always cooped up in this room doing god knows what,” she said as she grabbed her stuff and followed you out of your apartment

“how did you even find out about this again?” you asked her, sitting down in the drivers seat of your car as she settled into the seat next to you

“well i have a class with heeseung, and the other day he was talking about this ‘big party’ that his best friend was throwing for his birthday, and he asked me to come, and told me to ‘bring my friend too’,” she explained, applying another layer of lip liner and gloss in the small mirror above her

“wait pause, lee heeseung asked about me?” you asked, making a face of disbelief, considering you have never talked to him in your life

“well no, it was one of his friends, i dont remember which one of them it was they all kind of blur together in my mind,” she said as she closed the mirror and opened her phone, rambling about something she saw on her phone as you’re left to wonder which one of lee heeseung’s friends would’ve requested you at this party.

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as the street filled with parked cars and the music thumped louder, a knot started forming in your stomach. you can’t believe you let her talk you into this, much rather being at home in your pajamas binge watching a new series. you glanced at yunjin, who was already checking her lipstick in the mirror, completely unfazed. of course, she was used to this; you, on the other hand… it had been a while.

you find a parking spot relatively close to the house after a boy helped his very obviously drunk girlfriend into the car and drove away. parking the car you grabbed your bag and looked at your best friend,

“yunjin do not leave me alone here like last time. and if you are going home with somebody please tell me before you’re already halfway to his house so i dont go insane looking for you,” you said a bit sternly

“i promise i will tell you if i leave,” she said, extending her pinky out to you as you guys have done for all the years you’ve been friends, interlocking your pinkies before touching your thumbs together and smiling.

as you stepped out of the car, the crisp night air hit your skin, contrasting with the heavy thrum of bass in the distance. the smell of alcohol already lingered, though you hadn’t even reached the front door.

yunjin let out a small squeal, excited to have finally been able to convince you to come to a party with her again. she grabbed your hand as you both walked to the front door, watching as a group of people are huddled on the porch, holding red cups as they laughed at the boy in the middle badly attempted to show off a dance move to the rest of the group.

inside, the bass vibrated through the floor, almost drowning out the sound of slurred conversations and wild laughter. the room was dimly lit, only flashing neon lights from the dj booth cutting through the haze. the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the heat of too many bodies crowded into one space.

your grip on yunjin’s hand tightened as the crowd pressed in, laughter and music swirling around you like a chaotic blur. part of you wanted to turn around, walk right back out into the quiet night. but another part, the part that hadn’t let go of your last relationship, wondered if maybe, just maybe, yunjin was right. maybe tonight was the night to try and put yourself out there again.

as you and yunjin made it through the large crowd and to a less crowded area of the party, she let go of your hand before yelling over the music, “i’m gonna go say hi to heeseung,” she said with a wink, “ill be back!”

you shook your head a bit as you let out a small laugh, the small crush your friend had on the boy never letting up. you sat down on one of the couches in front of you, and your mind briefly wandered to heeseung’s friends, trying to remember their faces. which one of them had asked for you? the thought lingered for a moment, but you quickly shook it off. it didn’t matter, right?

as yunjin disappeared into the crowd, the thrum of excitement that she had brought with her quickly faded, leaving you alone with the deafening music and unfamiliar faces. you looked around, suddenly aware of how out of place you felt without her by your side.

you pulled out your phone, scrolling through it for a bit before you felt somebody sit down next to you, looking to your left and seeing a boy wearing a white jacket. his long brown hair fell nicely to the sides of his head, highlighting his big brown eyes and plump lips, seeing them curl up as he smiled at you. 

“you here by yourself?” he asked you, the words rolling off his lips coated in a thick australian accent.

“oh no, i’m here with my best friend but she disappeared a bit ago to find someone,” you said looking down shyly, smiling as you looked back up at him as you finished your sentence.

you recognized him, but you weren’t sure from where. you probably had seen him around campus, pushing it out of your head as he spoke up again.

“ah well, you could hang with me for a bit til she gets back,” he said, smiling at you with his eyes wide. you let out a small laugh as you nodded, but your heart raced a little faster than you’d expected. It had been a long time since you’d felt the nerves of sitting close to a boy, especially one who looked at you like that. was this how flirting was supposed to go? you could barely remember.

"i’m jake, by the way," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. 

"nice to meet you, jake," you replied, still feeling a little off-kilter but warming up to the conversation, "i’m y/n" 

he let out a small chuckle, "you looked like you needed a rescue back there, these kinds of parties not your scene?" 

you laughed, feeling yourself relax just a bit, "is it that obvious?"

he looked up as he pretending to think about your question, “hm, just a bit,” he said, feeling his knee brush lightly against yours as he leaned in, his smile growing wider. you noticed the faint scent of his cologne, warm and slightly sweet, mixing with the alcohol-laced air.

“you want something to drink?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder at the drink table behind him.

“sure,” you said, going to get up before he stopped you, putting a hand out in front of you

“no no its okay i got it, what do you want?” he asked you, looking down at you as you sat back down on the couch.

“surprise me,” you replied cheekily, smiling up at him as he walked away.

as you watched jake weave through the crowd toward the drink table, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, or was it nervousness? you couldn’t tell.

jake returned with a grin, making eye contact with you. you stifled a laugh as he tripped over the carpet beneath the couch, catching himself just before falling.

“that carpet definitely wasn’t there before,” he said, laughing as he sat down next to you. he handed you a red cup filled with a vibrant orange liquid. you took the cup, peered inside, and sniffed. the strong aroma of alcohol mixed with a fruity scent made you scrunch your nose.

“i’m not going to wake up in an unknown place tomorrow with no memory of tonight if i drink this, am i?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

jake let out a small laugh, grabbing the cup from your hand. he poured the contents into another cup, mixing them together before handing it back. “there, promise I’m not trying to kill you,” he said with a wink, taking a big swig from his own drink.

you took a cautious sip, then looked at jake with a mock-serious expression. 

“well, i guess if i wake up in a strange place i’m blaming you,” you said with a grin.

jake chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “fair enough. but I’ll do my best to keep you safe,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

you two continued to talk, the conversation flowing effortlessly between playful banter and discussions about your future plans. jake shared what he does for fun, his major in school, and his aspirations for after graduation. you found yourselves bonding over shared interests and ambitions, discovering more common ground as the night went on.

as you spoke, jake’s proximity made it hard to concentrate. his cologne, warm and slightly sweet, mixed with the scent of the party, creating a dizzying effect. he inched closer, your knees touching as he placed a hand on your thigh. the simple touch, combined with his intense gaze, made your heart race and your thoughts scatter.

his fingers rested lightly on your leg, and you could feel the warmth of his hand even through the fabric of your dress. you tried to focus on the conversation, but the closeness and the lingering effect of the alcohol made it increasingly difficult to think straight. jake’s voice, warm and smooth, seemed to envelop you, making everything else fade into the background.

you glanced at him, catching his gaze as he spoke, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest and a hint of something deeper. you were so focused on the boy in front of you that you had completely forgotten about waiting for your best friend to come back.

a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, and you saw yunjin standing there, with heeseung right behind her.

“i’m leaving. you good?” she asked, her eyes flicking to jake before turning back to you.

“yeah, i’m fine. keep me updated on where you are, i’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, pulling her in for a hug. she bent down, wrapping her arms around you, and whispered in your ear.

“that’s him,” she said quickly, a hint of excitement in her voice, “he’s the one who asked about you.”

your cheeks heated at the thought that jake had actively looked for you during the party. as yunjin pulled away and smiled at you, raising her eyebrows, you felt a rush of warmth.

“well, anyway, bye,” she said, drawing out the word as she grabbed heeseung’s hand and practically dragged him out of the house.

you watched them leave, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. turning back to jake, you found him still smiling at you, his interest palpable.

“was she your ride?” he asked, his face showing a hint of concern.

“no, no, i was actually her ride,” you explained. “i just like for her to let me know when she’s leaving so i don’t go crazy looking for her when i want to leave.”

“makes sense,” he said, nodding. the conversation fell into a brief silence, and you could sense the shift in the air.

“well, i should probably head home,” you said, standing up. you stumbled slightly to the side as you straightened up. jake quickly stood, his hands reaching out to steady you, resting gently on your waist.

“woah, are you sure you’re okay to drive home?” he asked, his hands still on your waist, holding you upright. your faces were inches apart, and the warmth of his touch sent a rush of feelings through you. his close proximity made your mind fuzzy, and you found it hard to focus on anything other than the way his hands felt on you. at your lack of response, jake gently removed his hands and grabbed your bag from the couch.

“i’ll drive you home,” he said, taking one of your hands in his and leading you out of the house. he fished your car keys out of your purse and pressed the lock button to find your car, spotting it parked at a nearby house.

as you walked together, your thoughts were consumed by the lingering sensation of his hand on yours. the warmth and security of his grip made your heart race and your mind swirl with a mix of excitement and anticipation. you let him lead you to your car, watching him as he opened the passenger door for you and helped you get in. he walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat, turning on the car before adjusting the seat and mirrors for his height. he put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking spot.

as jake pulled up in front of your apartment building, the soft glow of the streetlights bathed the street in a muted orange hue. the ride had been quiet, with a comfortable silence lingering between you two. as he cut the engine, the quiet felt heavier, almost like neither of you wanted to break it.

jake glanced over at you, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you okay?” he asked, voice soft but tinged with concern.

you nodded, trying to push down the nervous flutter in your stomach. “yeah, i’m good. thanks for driving me.”

he gave a small shrug, his eyes never leaving yours. “i wasn’t about to let you drive home after everything tonight. no way.”

you smiled in return, the warmth in his gaze doing more to settle you than you’d care to admit. after a moment of hesitation, you reached for the door handle, but the thought of saying goodbye so soon felt wrong, unfinished. you turned back to Jake, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them.

“do you… wanna come inside for a bit?”

jake blinked, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise, “inside? i mean, sure, if that’s okay with you.”

“yeah,” you said quickly, the sudden rush of confidence surprising even you, “i just thought it might be better than you waiting out here or calling an uber.”

jake grinned, his eyes softening in that easy, charming way he had, “i’m not gonna say no to that.”

you both got out of the car, the cool night air nipping at your skin. as you led him to the door, the sound of his footsteps behind you felt grounding, reassuring. once inside, you clicked on a small lamp, the warm light spilling over your cozy apartment. you turned to see jake taking it all in, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

“it’s nice,” he said, his voice quieter now that you were in a more intimate space. “feels like you.”

you blinked at him, caught off guard, 

“like me?”

“yeah,” he nodded, offering you a soft smile. “warm, inviting.”

heat crept up your neck at his words. you quickly moved toward the closet, pulling out a blanket and some pillows. “you can, uh, take the couch. it’s really comfortable. i have extra blankets if you need more.”

jake chuckled softly as he watched you fuss around, “thanks, y/n. i appreciate it.”

you placed the pillows on the couch and turned back to him, feeling a bit self-conscious now that you were standing in the soft glow of the living room together. the energy between you two felt different here, softer, closer.

“so… do you want something to drink?” you offered, “water, soda, tea?”

“water’s fine,” jake said, following you with his eyes as you made your way to the kitchen. 

“you’re being really sweet about this, you know that?”

you laughed quietly, grabbing a glass. “i just don’t want you to think i invited you in and then abandoned you on the couch.”

jake smiled, his gaze lingering on you as you handed him the glass of water.

“i definitely don’t feel abandoned.”

his words hung in the air for a moment longer than necessary, and you found yourself nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“so, um, you’re okay with crashing here? i mean, i don’t want it to feel awkward or anything.”

jake shook his head. 

“not awkward at all. actually… it’s kind of nice. i wasn’t ready to head home yet anyway.”

you bit your lip, contemplating your next move. 

“well… if you’re not tired, we could, i don’t know, watch a movie or something? just to wind down?”

jake’s eyes lit up, “a movie sounds perfect. wyou got?”

You walked over to the couch and gestured toward your small but growing collection of dvds and streaming options on the tv. 

“pick your poison. i’m pretty easygoing when it comes to movies.”

jake grinned, kneeling down in front of your collection, his fingers brushing over a few titles before he looked back at you with a playful gleam in his eye. 

“rom-com or action?”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you really think I’m the rom-com type?”

he chuckled, shaking his head, “i don’t know, i could see you enjoying a cheesy romance now and then.”

“alright, fine,” you said with a smirk, “pick whatever you want. i’m just going to change into something more comfortable.”

jake nodded as you disappeared into your bedroom, your heart racing a little faster than it should have been. the realization that jake was in your living room, picking out a movie for the two of you to watch together, was almost surreal.

when you emerged a few minutes later, now dressed in comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, jake had settled on the couch, the movie queued up, and now changed into a pair of sweats and oversized t shirt that you had left out for him. he looked up at you with a grin.

“i went with action. hope that’s cool,” he said, patting the seat next to him.

“totally fine,” you laughed, sitting down beside him, leaving just enough space to feel the comfortable tension between you.

the movie started, and for the first few minutes, you both stayed focused on the screen, the low hum of action scenes filling the room. but as time passed, you found yourself sneaking glances at jake. his profile, illuminated by the soft glow of the tv, was calm and relaxed.

eventually, you leaned back into the couch, letting the comfort of the moment settle over you. “thanks for tonight,” you said softly.

jake turned his head, his gaze finding yours in the dim light. “i should be the one thanking you.”

you smiled, feeling the weight of his words. “for what?”

“for letting me in,” he said quietly, his voice sincere.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hanging in the air between you. then, without really thinking, you nudged him with your elbow, breaking the tension with a smile. “well, if you get popcorn crumbs on my couch, i might take it back.”

jake laughed, the sound low and warm, and suddenly everything felt easy again. you leaned into the movie, the space between you shrinking ever so slightly as the night went on, the quiet intimacy of it all wrapping around you both like a soft, shared secret.

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you woke up early the next morning, the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. it had to be around 6 or 7 a.m. the apartment was quiet, the only sound being the rhythmic breathing from the boy underneath you. you went to move, instinctively reaching for your phone, but stopped as you became fully aware of where you were—and who you were with.

your face warmed as you realized you were lying completely on top of jake, his arms wrapped snugly around your waist, his chest rising and falling beneath you. you didn’t even remember how you ended up like this, barely recalling falling asleep in the first place. all you could focus on was the heat of his hands resting against your back, their warmth burning through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, as though they belonged there.

jake stirred slightly, his body reacting to your small movements. his eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and as he looked down at you, his messy hair and sleepy expression only made your heart race more. his grip on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you just a little closer, as if to confirm that you were real.

“hi,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“hey,” he replied, his voice raspy from sleep, one hand lazily leaving your waist to rub the sleep from his eyes. even in his groggy state, his gaze was soft, lingering on you with that same intensity from last night.

he shifted, propping himself up slightly against the arm of the couch. his hands moved to your waist again, gently guiding you so that you were now straddling his lap. the movement felt effortless, as if the two of you had done this a hundred times before. your heart was beating out of your chest, but something about this felt... right.

you instinctively rested your hands behind his neck, fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at his nape. the closeness was intoxicating, neither of you speaking as you exchanged quiet smiles. in this early morning haze, with sleep still clinging to your senses, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. it was domestic, almost intimate in a way that left you breathless.

jake’s eyes searched yours, his expression thoughtful before he spoke. “i really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly, his voice low and sincere, never breaking eye contact.

his words caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. you blinked at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise, trying to process what he’d just said. before you could respond, jake’s face shifted, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes.

“i’m sorry, was that too far—”

but his words were cut short as you leaned in, closing the gap between you. your lips met his in a rush of heat and urgency, the feel of his lips against yours instantly sending sparks through your body. for a second, jake’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly melted into the kiss, his grip on your waist tightening. his hands moved up and down your sides, fingers tracing the fabric of your shirt as if memorizing the feel of you.

the kiss was far from perfect, messy, a tangle of teeth and tongues, but that only made it better. there was no hesitation, no holding back. you pressed yourself closer to him, your arms tightening around his neck, and jake responded in kind, pulling you against him with a kind of desperation, as though he had wanted this for as long as you had.

time seemed to blur as the kiss deepened, the air between you thick with longing. you could feel the pounding of his heart beneath your hands, mirroring the wild rhythm of your own. the world outside faded, leaving only the heat between you, the sound of your shared breath, and the lingering taste of his lips on yours.

he pulled away to catch his breath before moving his lips down your neck, kissing and sucking on it and leaving red marks along his path. you threw your head back as you let out small moans, gripping the hair along the nape of his neck tightly. after taking his time on your neck, he pulls away and looks at you with a certain desperation in his eyes.

“i want you so bad, please.” he says, looking at you with pleading eyes, waiting for you to give him the okay. you nodded at him quickly before he let out a small groan and picked you up to lay you down on the couch, hovering over you before continuing to kiss you, kissing down your neck again before grabbing the hem of your t shirt and pulling it over your head. you let out a small moan as kissed your exposed chest, his hands wrapping around your back to unclasp your bra, slipping it off your arms and discarding it somewhere on the floor in your living room. 

“so pretty…” he muttered to himself as he continued to kiss down your body. your hands tangled into his hair, grabbing at the roots of his brown locks and tugging slightly. you let out a small whine of impatience, pushing his head down towards your core softly.

“jake please,” you said breathily, not even sure what you were asking for. 

“please what baby?” he asked you, coming up from his spot over your lower stomach to kiss your jawline

“want you so bad don’t tease,” you said with a pout, looking up at him with pleading eyes as he had done to you before.

“shh be patient princess, i promise i’m gonna take good care of you,” he said to you before kissing your lips softly and returning back to where he was on your lower stomach. he moved down a bit more to kiss your core over the sweats you were wearing, watching as you grabbed onto the cushions next to you in frustration.

he chuckled to himself before hooking his fingers on the waistband of your pants and pulling them down, exposing the black lacy pair of underwear you had on. he swears he practically salivated at the sight, wanting to feel you on his tongue right now, but also wanting to prolong this moment forever. you bucked your hips up towards his mouth, trying to get more friction against your core. he kissed the insides of your thighs before pulling your underwear to the side and licking a stripe right up your folds. you let out a loud whine at the sensation of him where you’ve wanted him this entire time.

“mm you taste so sweet princess,” he said, dipping his head down for another taste of you. he suckled on your clit as his hands were wrapped around your thighs, holding you down onto his face so you couldn’t move off of him. he was devouring your core like he was a starved man, licking and sucking your clit while also putting his tongue inside your hole ever so often. you grasped at the couch cushions next to you before one of you hands flew to his head, grabbing at his hair and the other moved to grab your boob, playing with and pinching your nipple.

he moved one of his hands up to play with your other boob, using his other hand to finger you, sticking two of his fingers inside you while still sucking on your clit and playing with your boob, the sensation of everything hes doing making your mind practically break, barely even able to think about anything other than his mouth on you. you felt your high approaching, the familiar knot in your stomach tightening as he continued his ministrations on your body. as your orgasm hit, he continued eat you out through it, slowing his finger and bit but keeping his mouth on your clit. once you had stopped shaking and calmed down, he pulled away, licking his lips and sucking your juices off his fingers.

“did so good for me baby, taste so good,” he said as he finished cleaning your essence off his fingers. you pushed yourself off the couch and onto your still weak legs, standing at the edge of the couch about to sink down onto your knees before jake stopped you, grabbing your forearm and pulling you onto his lap.

“as much as i would love to feel your mouth around me, i need to be inside you. we can save that for next time,” he tells you with a wink, lifting you up for a moment so he can pull his pants and underwear down, his hard on slapping against his stomach as he lets you settle back down on his lap, leaning forward to suck on one of your nipples and taking your other boob in his hand. your hand tugged at the hem of his t shirt, signaling to him that you wanted it off. he chuckled before leaning back and tugging his shirt off, letting you ogle at his chiseled abs and chest. you ran a finger down his abs, tracing the lines as he watched you, hands moving to your ass and massaging it. he pulled your underwear to the side and let you sink down onto his dick.

you both let out small moans and whines, leaning forward to bury your head in his neck, moaning into it and sucking small hickies onto it. you bottomed out on him, sitting there for a second to let yourself adjust to his size. he throws his head back on the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a small ‘fuck’ as you sit on him, he looks back at your face, lip slightly bit and eyes squeezed shut.

“please move princess, i can’t do this,” he asks you, rubbing one of his hands up and down your back soothingly. you opened your eyes and obliged to his request, slowly lifting off him so you can sink back down, repeating this until you have a steady pace, your legs burning a bit as you fight to lift off him. your pace quickens as you rest your hands on his shoulders, grabbing onto them to ground yourself.

“fuck jakey i cant ‘s too much need help,” you say to him with a pout, tears pricking at your eyes in frustration.

“aw baby need my help? its okay i got you,” he says as he picks you up off of him and puts you face down ass up on the couch, settling behind you before pushing himself into you again, his pace quick and deep, not giving you a moment to breathe. you fisted at the blanket still lying on the couch from last night, grabbing it and burying your face into it to stifle your moans. you could feel his hips being to stutter, his pace faltering a bit as you guessed he was close to finishing. you were close again too, reaching a hand down to play with your clit to help you finish at the same time as him. jake watched as your hand went down to your core and he swears it pushed him over the edge, shooting his cum deep inside you right as your second orgasm hit you, your legs shaking as you clenched around him, milking his cock. 

he pulls out of you slowly, not wanting to overstimulate you anymore, before picking you up to lay you back against him.

“mm, go to my room ‘m sleepy,” you said to him before he could settle down, letting him pick you up and walk to the bedroom he had seen you exit the night before. the bed was still freshly made from not being slept in, but before he placed you in bed he took you to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet so you could pee, and then grabbing a few wipes to clean you up. he picked you up again, walking out to your bedroom and placing you on the bed, tucking you into the freshly made sheets and getting in bed next to you. you pull him against you, throwing one of your legs over him as you bury your face into his chest as he wraps his arms around you, letting his smell intoxicate your senses. you felt him kiss the top of your head before drifting off to sleep, feeling secure in his arms as he holds you.

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you woke up again later that morning, the bed next to you noticeably empty. groggily, you reached for your phone on the nightstand to check the time. 11:24 a.m. blinked back at you in soft, digital numbers. as you shifted to sit up, a dull ache spread through your legs and core, reminding you of the ministrations of the morning. you winced slightly, muscles protesting at the movement. but your mind quickly shifted to the more pressing question—where was jake?

slowly, you got out of bed, walking with a slight limp as you made your way toward the living room. the sounds of activity in the kitchen caught your attention, and when you peeked in, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you.

jake stood there, a mess of pancake batter smeared across his arms and face, frantically attempting to balance cooking pancakes, bacon, and eggs all at once. from the look of it, it wasn’t going very well. the pancakes were sticking to the pan, some slightly burnt around the edges, while the bacon seemed dangerously close to being overcooked. he was muttering something under his breath, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

you bit back a giggle, finding his distressed state both endearing and hilarious. you stayed back for a moment, just watching him as he tried to flip a pancake, only for it to fall apart mid-air, half of it splatting onto the stove.

“this is a lot harder than they make it seem,” he muttered to himself, his frustration growing. “how am I supposed to tell when one side is cooked? every time I try to flip them, they just fall apart. then when I focus on the pancakes, the bacon burns... and oh my gosh, i forgot about the eggs…” he scrambled to pull the bacon off the burner before it became any more charred than it already was.

you couldn’t hold back your laughter any longer, a soft giggle escaping your lips. jake froze, turning toward you with a sheepish grin, as if just now realizing how ridiculous the scene must look. his hair was tousled, and the smear of pancake batter on his face made him look like a kid caught in the middle of a food fight.

without a word, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back, resting your cheek against the broad expanse of his shoulder. the warmth of his body was comforting, familiar. you pressed a small kiss against his shoulder blade, smiling to yourself as you felt him relax under your touch.

he turned his head to look at you, his eyes soft but amused. “i’m trying,” he said with a sigh, “but i think i’m in over my head here.”

you glanced at the stove, seeing the evidence of his valiant but slightly chaotic efforts. with a soft chuckle, you gave him a playful nudge. “i can see that. but don't worry, i’ve got this. go sit down before you burn the kitchen down.”

jake laughed, his shoulders sagging in relief as you motioned for him to sit at the counter’s barstools. he wiped at the pancake batter smeared on his forearms, then gave you a grateful smile. “you sure? because I’m about two seconds away from calling for takeout.”

you shook your head with a grin. “i’ll save breakfast. just sit tight,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving back to the stove

jake took a seat, watching as you moved effortlessly around the kitchen, turning down the heat on the stove and rescuing the pancakes from total disaster. as you whisked together a fresh batch of eggs, you could feel his eyes on you, but instead of the tension from earlier, it was a warm, lingering gaze that made your heart flutter.

“not gonna lie, I’m a little impressed,” jake admitted, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you in awe. “i thought i could handle breakfast, but clearly i was wrong.”

“you had the right idea,” you teased, glancing over your shoulder with a smirk. “execution could use a little work though.”

he chuckled, leaning back in the chair. “i’ll leave the culinary stuff to you then. i’ll handle... well, anything that doesn’t involve flipping pancakes.”

“deal.”

within a few minutes, you had managed to salvage the meal, serving up perfectly golden pancakes, crisp bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs. you slid a plate in front of jake, who gave you an exaggerated look of gratitude.

“this looks amazing,” he said, eyeing the food with genuine appreciation. “you’re a lifesaver.”

you joined him at the counter, sitting down next to him with your own plate. “well, it’s the least I could do after you tried so hard. but next time? maybe stick to something simpler, like toast.”

he laughed, taking a bite of his food. “yeah, noted.”

the two of you ate in comfortable silence, the clinking of cutlery the only sound in the air. you glanced up at him every now and then, noticing the subtle bounce of his leg under the counter. his hands fiddled with the edge of his plate, eyes occasionally darting to you as if he was trying to work up the courage to say something. you leaned forward slightly, concern softening your features.

“you okay?” you asked, your voice gentle but curious.

"hm? oh yeah, i’m fine,” he replied with a small chuckle, though his tone was a bit too casual, unconvincing. his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you raised an eyebrow, sensing there was something more on his mind. jake inhaled deeply, his chest rising with a nervous breath before he finally spoke, the words tumbling out quickly, almost all at once.

“i was just wondering if, maybe, you wanted to go on a date with me? a real one, like at a restaurant or something fancy like that,” he asked, his voice tinged with nervous excitement. he kept his gaze on you, but you could see the flicker of doubt in his eyes.

a soft giggle escaped your lips at how flustered he sounded. you turned to face him fully, your heart warming at how endearing his awkwardness was. reaching out, you gently took one of his hands in yours, threading your fingers through his. his hand felt warm and solid in your grasp, a reassuring touch as you smiled up at him.

“jake,” you said, giving his hand a light squeeze. "you really think after everything that happened last night and this morning i would say no to going on a date with you?”

his eyes widened for a moment, like he hadn’t even thought of that possibility. you grinned, enjoying the way his nervous energy shifted into something more relaxed as you continued.

“of course i’ll go on a date with you. to a restaurant, somewhere fancy... whatever you want,” you teased, repeating his words back to him with a playful tone and a soft smile.

jake let out a long sigh of relief, a smile breaking across his face as he dramatically placed his free hand over his heart. "oh thank god. i was so worried you were going to say no. that would’ve been really embarrassing, especially after... well, everything.”

he glanced at you, his expression a mix of humor and sincerity, like he still couldn’t quite believe his luck. you leaned closer, pressing a light kiss to the back of his hand before pulling away.

“well, you don’t have to worry about that," you reassured him. "i’m looking forward to it.”

the tension between you melted, replaced by the easy warmth that had been there since the night before. jake’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer, his leg finally still as the nervous energy dissipated. you could feel the shift in the air between you, something that felt more real, more grounded, like the beginning of something truly special.

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months had passed, and your new apartment was still half-filled with unpacked boxes, yet it already felt like home. the sunlight streamed through the window as you stood in the living room, trying to make sense of where to hang the last picture frame. jake was on the floor, fumbling with the assembly of a coffee table, muttering curses under his breath.

“you sure you don’t need help?” you teased, leaning against the doorway with a smile.

he glanced up, flashing you a sheepish grin. “i’ve got it. i think.” then, after another failed attempt to fit the legs together, he sighed dramatically. “okay, maybe not. wanna come rescue me?”

you laughed, walking over to him. kneeling beside him, you grabbed the instruction manual, skimming over it quickly. “you’re hopeless,” you teased, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

“hopeless?” he echoed, pretending to be offended. “i got us this far, didn’t i?”

“barely,” you retorted with a smirk, handing him a screwdriver.

as you worked together on the table, the soft hum of music from your phone filled the background. the moment was calm, but it felt familiar, like it always had when you were with jake. comfortable, easy.

“i was thinking about something earlier,” jake said after a quiet pause.

“oh yeah?” you glanced up at him as you tightened one of the screws.

“the night we met. at that party. you remember it?” He leaned back slightly, reminiscing with a small smile tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “how could I forget? you were the only guy there not trying to impress people.”

jake laughed, shaking his head. “i was definitely trying to impress you. i just didn’t know how.”

you grinned at the memory, sitting back on your heels. “really? because i distinctly remember you spilling your drink all over your shoes when you tried to come over and talk to me.”

he winced. “okay, yeah, that was not my smoothest moment. but hey, you laughed. that was a win in my book.”

“i laughed because you were adorable. completely flustered,” you said, nudging him again.

he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “i had no idea what to say. you looked so cool, like you had everything figured out. i was just the guy trying not to trip over his own feet.”

“you were cute,” you admitted with a soft smile. “i remember thinking you were different from everyone else there. you weren’t trying too hard, and you weren’t putting on an act. that’s what i liked.”

jake’s smile softened as he met your gaze. “and now look at us. from that messy party to... this.”

he gestured around the apartment, the boxes, the half-assembled furniture, and the growing life you two were creating together.

“it’s crazy, isn’t it?” you said, leaning against him. “If someone told me that night we’d be living together, I would’ve never believed them.”

“i had a feeling,” he said softly. “i mean, i didn’t know it then, but there was something about you. even from that first awkward conversation, i knew i didn’t want it to be the last.”

you looked at him, your heart swelling with affection. “i’m glad you didn’t give up after the drink spill.”

“hey, it was part of my charm,” jake teased with a grin, squeezing your hand.

“sure, let’s call it that,” you joked, resting your head on his shoulder.

jake wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you both sat back, admiring the space that was slowly becoming your shared home. the silence between you was comfortable, like a warm blanket of memories.

“i still can’t believe how nervous I was to ask you out that morning,” jake said after a while, his voice filled with amusement. “i was convinced you’d say no.”

you laughed. “how could i? after all that... there was no way I was letting you get away.”

he leaned in, kissing the top of your head gently. “well, good thing you didn’t. because this... all of this feels right.”

you smiled, closing your eyes as you sank into the moment. “yeah. it does.”

as you sat there together, the apartment around you still in progress, you realized that it didn’t matter if things were perfect. the only thing that mattered was that you were building it together. from that party where you first met to this shared life, every step along the way had brought you closer, turning small moments into something lasting and real.

and as jake pulled you even closer, you knew that this was just the beginning of everything you both still had to look forward to.

[dearly-somber]

Crush | l.mh

-> pairing. crush!minho x f!reader (ft. jisung & reader)

-> genre. s2l, pining, fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1294

-> warnings. None!!

-> a/n. This was supposed to be an x jisung fic but Minho came knocking so 😪

-> collection. songfics

-> started. ???

-> fin. Dec. 21st, 2020 @ 00:12

-> edited. Mon., Feb. 19th, 2024 @ 15:05

"Y/N? Hello? Are you even listening?"

"I'm sorry, what?" You smiled awkwardly. You were sitting in the cafeteria with Jieun, staring at Lee Minho who was sitting a table away from you with his friends. He was laughing loudly at something his friend, Han Jisung, had said. You shared classes with most of Minho's friends, and you were pretty sure he was in almost all of your classes, which equalled one very disastrous distraction.

"You were staring again, weren't you?" Jieun asked, a Cheshire grin pulling at her lips.

You puffed out your cheeks, annoyed with your friend's teasing. "Shut up..."

"Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

"Because he'll reject me?” You frown incredulously.

"How would you know for sure if—"

"I'm not even going there, Eun." You shut her down immediately, frustrated with your situation. You really, and I mean really liked Minho. You didn't wanna give yourself hope, because you knew he'd never go for a girl like you. You'd much rather just admire him from afar.

"That's it, I can't do this anymore." Jieun sprung up from her chair so suddenly you didn't have enough time to grab her. She sped towards Minho's table, effectively turning your eyes into saucers.

You jumped away from your seat so quick you fell over. “Shit!”

You shut your eyes tightly, internally chanting, fuckfuckfuckfuck. You had more pressing matters, even though you were sure a hundred different people had turned their heads in your direction, including some of Minho's friends.

"—needs to tell you—” You smacked your hand over Jieun's mouth, putting her in a headlock and pulling her away from the table. You smiled awkwardly at Minho while laughing, whispering into Jieun's ear about how brutally you'd murder her after this.

"You wanted to tell me something?" Minho asked expectantly, sparing a worried glance at your arm around Jieun's neck. You ugly laughed as you let go of your friend, pushing her behind you while glancing at the roaming eyes around the cafeteria. "Uhm..."

What you hadn't realized (being occupied with not embarrassing yourself further) was the way Jisung had seen how nervous you looked from behind his friend's shoulder, recognizing some of his own anxious habits. Taking a step forward, Jisung smiled at you and Minho brightly, your brows furrowing in obvious confusion.

"Y/N wanted to know if it was alright for her to come over to the dorm so that we could study for Calculus together? I asked her to ask first because I was nervous and you know how I—"

Jisung was cut off when Minho laughed happily, unintentionally making the corners of your mouth turn up. Before he could notice you smiling, you snapped out of it and put on the most neutral expression you could.

"Yeah, of course it's fine! I don't know why you two are so nervous to ask.” Minho chuckled before ruffling his friend’s hair playfully. Jisung scrunched his nose, smiling at you afterward. You nodded, mumbling something about how you'd meet Jisung at 4pm after classes ended, mouthing thank you as you left.

You stood outside of the SKZ dorm room, where Minho and his friends stayed. They were all majoring in Music & Arts, and you knew how talented they all were. You were majoring in business, though you were hoping all of your writing classes and practice would pay off. It was one of the reasons why you liked Minho.

You haven't seen true perfection until you've seen that man dance, 'cause let me tell you—

"Y/N! Come inside, please!" Bang Chan, the supposed head of the group, said with a dimpled smile. Cute. You ducked passed him and into the dorm room with a smile. "Jisung should be down in a bit, he's just cleaning up."

"Cleaning up?" you repeated curiously, looking around the living room, dining room and kitchen in awe. How was it so clean?

"Him, Felix and Hyunjin had dance classes a couple of minutes ago,” Chan said, watching you curiously.

"I hope I'm not intruding?" You bit down on your lip anxiously.

"No! Of course not!" Chan smiled brightly, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "If you want anything to eat we have some snacks in the fridge, or you can just get Han to order pizza or something."

"Okay, thank you..." You smiled shyly, watching Chan disappear down the hallway and into one of the rooms.

"Y/N! Hey, sorry I'm kinda late."

You turned to Jisung. "Oh, it's no prob...lem…"

Jisung’s hair was damp and disheveled, and he was wearing a now almost see-through white tank top with loose fitting sweats. His socks had a cute ducky pattern on them.

"You okay?" he asked, reminding you of a squirrel you'd seen in the park a few days ago.

"Me? Yeah, I'm great! Sorry..." You laughed awkwardly as you took a few steps towards him. "So where are we 'studying'?"

"Studying? Oh, right. I thought we could just chill in my room?"

You went a light shade of pink as you imagined yourself alone with Jisung, closing your eyes tightly to erase any dirty thoughts. "Uh, sure?"

Once you were in his room, Jisung apologized and picked up some stray pieces of clothing, throwing them onto a pile in the corner of the room. You made yourself comfortable on his bed, spreading out your books and sheets before waiting awkwardly for him to sit with you.

"You're actually going to study?" he asked in a shocked voice, eyes wide.

You looked at him with a confused expression. “What else would we do?"

"I don't know... I thought we could talk about your little crush." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Your eyes widened, ears turning pink. "What crush?"

"Your crush on Minho hyung—!"

You leaned up on your knees to slap your hand over his mouth. You pulled away almost immediately after realizing what you had done, stuttering slightly.

"Shut—shut up! Don't let the whole world know would you?" you hissed, puffing your cheeks out at the way he giggled at you.

"Why don't you tell him?"

"Oh my God you're just like Jieun," you whined, leaning back on your haunches while Jisung tried to hold back his laughter.

"Seriously though, you should tell him. He's started noticing you a lot more now."

"Really?" you asked, biting your lip hopefully.

"Yeah, of course! He kept talking about how cute you were at the cafeteria during our vocal lessons today—"

"Is he.. Is he here?" you asked nervously, voice soft and shy.

Jisung beamed at you, telling you where Minho's room was.

You stood outside of his door, staring at the photo you had saved from his Instagram (no, it was not weird). He was leaning against the palm of his hand in a denim jacket he wore often enough for you to recognize it, his lips poured as his hair curtained his right eye, hiding it from view. Such a cute, completely natural picture, and yet he looked like a model...

How?

After a moment, you lifted your hand to knock on the door, instead falling forward when the door swung open. You yelped, falling down on someone with a gentle oof.

"Oh my God, Minho, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? I swear I wasn't being creepy I just—"

"It's alright, Y/N, please just uh... Stand up?"

"Right!" You scrambled to your feet, your hair falling into your face.

"Uhm..." Minho looked at you as if he was just as nervous, scratching the back of his neck. “Did you want to... Say something?"

"Uhm yeah, actually... Listen... Ireallylikeyouandidhould'vetoldyouearlierbutIwastoonervousandIreallyhopewecanbefriendsifyoudon'tlikemeback—“

"Y/N!"

You looked at him anxiously, shutting your eyes tightly before cracking them open. "Yes?"

"I like you too..."

"Well, shit."

[rowretro]

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✧warnings: Yandere/toxic themes, kidnapping, explicit stuff mentioned (this isnt my best writting im so sorry its been saur long, im working thru the reqs too<3 my drafts are filled w sm so stay tuned!!!)

❁synopsis: Sunghoon is feared by all, his name was enough to reinforce that fear, for he had grown to be a much more fearful mafia than his father, though one with morals, he never let women in his life, and he barely trusted anyone... until he saw a butterfly.

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Sunghoon stepped out of his limo, suitcase loaded with cash. He was filthy rich, and he couldn't deny it, so seeing him give a suitcase of month everytime the orphanage needed money, he was happy to help. His face always had a cold look, but the children all loved him, they were only safe, and loved in a caring foster home just because of him.

The man got into his vehcile, sitting in the driver's seat as Jungwon stared at him. "I still dont understand why you don't hire a driver for yourself bro-" Jungwon simply asked as Sunghoon raised an eyebrow "The rest of you boys cant be trusted driving under stressful situations so you have one, I just dont need one." he simply said as he started his car. The man started driving, when his car came to a sudden halt.

There before him, a pretty girl "Bro- u almost hit that hottie-" Jungwon pointed out as Sunhgoon didnt even bother turning his way, his eyes glued on the girl who apologized, before gettign distracted again, chasing after the blue morpho butterfly. "Crazy bitch- fuck she scared me-" Jungwon mumbled as Sunghoon continued staring at the girl, lovestruck, the way she raised her hand, and let the butterfly sit on her finger, as she kissed near it.

"Jungwon. I want to know every little detail about that girl. where she studies, where she lives, what she likes, what she hates, everything." He stated as Jungwon frowned, yet complied. She was very pretty, her layered dark hair, her perfectly winged eyeliner, the way she walked freely like she didn't give a care in the world. Not to mention, she definitely had style. For the first time he fell in love. So he will have her fall for him.

It didn't take Jungwon too long, as soon as he got home, he printed out the necessary files "Her name is y/n, she lives with the Lee's, yes She's Lee Heeseung's sister. Her father owns many schools, and she studies in the one Heeseung teaches in, to be fair, you're going to have to get on Heeseung's good side if you want her, because they're looking to arrange a marriage for her." Jungwon concluded as Sunghoon smiled.

It was all so easy for him. She was just within reach. "What brings you here Sunghoon?" Heeseung asked as the male looked around the School grounds. "Oh? well uhm.... uhh... just looking for a potential threat in this college- He's hiding from me..." he lied as Heeseung nodded. "In that case keep an eye on my sister-" Heeseung replied as he pat his shoulder, and walked off to a group of loud students.

His eyes finally found her, a butterfly sitting on her cheek, and she didn't even flinch, still writting notes in her book. He took a seat in front of her, causing the butterfly to fly away. The girl looked up, tilting her head at him. "Mr Park! what brings you here.... you aren't going to kill me are you?..." She asked as Sunghoon snickerred "Of course not.... what could possibly lead me to hurting a sweetheart like you?" He asked, his hand softly holding her jaw, as he ran his thumb across her lips and cheek.

It's no surprise she knew who he was, he was the Park Sunghoon, everyone knows him. God her lips are so perfect, he was so soft, making sure not to smudge her makeup or hurt her. However y/n felt a little uncomfortable... She softly pulled away. She can't deny it, he's fucking gorgeous, fighting her intrusive thoughts of rubbing her thumb across his brows.

"I wanted to see how my pretty girl is doing. My pretty girl..." he smiled, as he placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Im installing a butterfly greenhouse in my garden just for you, Heeseung said you love flowers, I have a whole garden filled with jasmines, roses, lotuses and many other flowers you name it..." Sunghoon continued. It was all moving so fast, was this her fiancee her parents picked for her? why's he moving so fast? why him? is this a trap to kill her?

It was none of which... The Lee father fears Sunghoon, and Heeseung is like a brother to Sunghoon, after all the man did abuse Heeseung and y/n growing up, so when Sunghoon asked to marry her, Of course her parents wer happy with it, Mrs Lee believed he was a sweetheart. Heeseung wasn't too happy at first, but he wasn't a typical mafia boss, playboy with prostitutes every night, how bad could it possibly be.

"Uhm..... huh?" Y/n asked, not knowing what to say or ask. "You're parents are ok with me marrying you so, instead of circling around, im giving it to you straight." Sunghoon simply said "All you need to do is pack your belongings when you get home, you're moving in with me, your room will be right opposite mine, and we can talk about what you want in this marriage ok?" He asked as Y/n stared, stunned.

She was never told anything.... Why is everything going so fast? She was being married off to a blood thirsty beastly man who kills for a living?! As Sunghoon left, she sat there lost in thought. So she really was his?.......

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[pshcomforts]

➳ back to the old house | psh.

highschool!sunghoon x fem!reader

“and you never knew, how much i really liked you”

synopsis: since your senior year was coming to an end soon, you decided to be a little more bold by sending notes of encouragements to your longtime crush who was also your friend, park sunghoon.

warnings/content: written in third pov. heavy angst. no happy ending. cursing. not proofread. miscommunication. i’m gonna say sorry in advance.

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: inspired by @snghnlvr’s sunghoon fanfic! fictional characters — dae (jungwon’s partner), min-su (heeseung’s partner), and ji-woo (jake’s partner).

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current song playing: back to the old house by the smiths

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:20 ────────|─────────── -1:45

sunny skies beamed on the school grounds as y/n tiredly walked into the classroom that wasn’t her first period. her name wasn’t enrolled in that class but his was. she yawned as the early morning was still a new thing to her.

the exhausted girl reached into her bag, taking out her post-it notes she took out each morning to leave it on the desk that belonged to the boy she liked.

her heart was pounding out of her chest as she thought back to the words that’d been stuck in her late night thoughts. just simple words really.

┌── •✧• ──┐

hey sunghoon, how are you today?

if this is awkward, i’m sorry. don’t

give up when the time gets hard!

i’m always rooting for you! :)

— 0307

└── •✧• ──┘

she bit her lips in doubt. “should i stop with the notes..?” she mumbled.

it was her senior year, her last year to make memories and not regret a single thing. high school was ending in just four months for her, so she shouldn’t regret this, right? for the past few months, she had been leaving encouraging words on his desk as a way of confiding in her feelings.

before she could debate any further, rowdy noises were heard from the hallway — catching her attention that the boys were nearby. she was part of their friend group, along with her other three friends; but that didn’t mean they had to know about her crush on sunghoon.

shakily, her hands quickly placed the sticky note on his desk before she rushed out.

“hey y/n!” jay yelled out at the end of the hallway.

the girl turned back in a flash, not forgetting to hide away her neutral colored notes that would’ve been obvious. her eyes trailed to each boy in a second, leaving a lingering gaze on hoon, the boy that gave her butterflies.

“hi jay,” she beamed back.

“what were you doing in ms. lee’s class?” jake added in with an eyebrow raise.

she took a gulp as she cleared her throat. composing herself, she replied — “uhm i’m just looking for your bestie.” an awkward chuckle erupted from her as she pointed to heeseung.

he beamed a worried/confused look back at her. “min-su?“ the male shoved his hands into his jean pockets as the rest of the group looked at him.

“yep! i could never find that girl in the morning,” she uttered.

eventually, he nodded in agreement before replying — “i was just with her before going down the hallway with them. she’s in the classroom not too far from you.”

y/n nodded as if she was actually looking for her. “oh i see, thanks heeseung!” she swiftly moved past the rest of the members, blocking out the mumbles that left their mouths. one, however, getting through her ears as she could hear jake’s loud booming voice call out — “tell my girlfriend i’ll wait for her after class, yeah?”

as she left, the enhypen members chuckled to themselves before getting inside of the class. not all of them belonged in there, but most did so it was their go-to spot.

when sunghoon reached to his seat, his hand stopped to trail at the sticky note. “another one?” he said under his breath.

“another one again?” jake questioned aloud, catching everyone else’s attention.

the taller boy stiffly chuckled as he nodded. “wonder who this is..” he scanned around the room for the possible culprit, only to be dumbfounded with the answer as he found various students in their own worlds.

“still haven’t found out who it is?” jungwon asked, pursing his bottom lip out to showcase his dimples.

sunghoon nodded his head no as his cheeks started to take form of a blushing pink. “aww look, he’s starting to get a crush on the stalker.” jay teased with his shit eating grin.

hoon rolled his eyes as a response. “shut up, it’s creepy that they keep doing this.”

the group lightly chuckled together. “maybe the girls/dae know?” sunoo chimed in.

sunghoon’s head automatically peaked up at the mention of them. “the girls?”

“aye come on now, i’m sure hoon, here, doesn’t want his crush to know that he’s been receiving love letters. it might throw off what they have.” heeseung intervened with a smile.

“you still haven’t told her??” the youngest, niki, said with an eye roll.

“i’ve been trying to work on it!”

the maknae started snorting out laughter in return as he laughed with his whole body. “at this point, you’re not even gonna be able to tell her before the school year ends.”

“i’m doing what i can! she’s just.. really pretty.” hoon murmured in embarrassment.

“come on, y/n’s definitely not gonna like how you are with how shy you sound.” jake said with a click to the tongue.

the 5’11 boy shook his head as humiliation started to take over in his blushing cheeks. jay took notice and nudged his head — “we get it, you like her. let’s just ask them later, maybe y/n will get jealous and say something since sunghoon won’t.”

a few protests from the latter were made before the bell rang. some members scattered away as the rest began to take their seats.

within the same time frame of the boys conversing, y/n made it to her friend group a few classrooms down after leaving suspicions behind.

her breath heavily panted as she approached the three people she admired most. “hey guys,” she spoke with an exhale of air.

“did you just run the mile or something? why are you so out of breath?” dae questioned with his one brow raised.

“shut up,” she took another breath. “you know i’m always late.” but she wasn’t. the girl always arrived earlier than the rest to leave the post-its on his desk. her love notes toward sunghoon had been kept a secret from her closest friends as she couldn’t have it in herself to confess such an embarrassing thing.

“heeseung texted that you were looking for me?” min-su perked up.

“oh yeah, just looking for you guys cause you guys weren’t at the usual spot.” y/n lied, still taking deep breaths. “also, jake said he’ll wait for you after class.” her head nodded towards the boy’s girlfriend.

ji-woo furrowed her brows at the first few words that had spewed out of her. “uh girl, we’ve been coming here for the past few days.”

y/n’s body quickly tensed as she felt her hands go numb. “oh yeah… uhm, i just forgot.”

the three people exchanged her the same look of confusion before dae excused it. “okay anyway, so you saw the boys, that means you saw sunghoon right?” he had a mischievous grin on his face so that y/n could get what he meant.

in return, she rolled her eyes and lightly laughed. “yeah.. but you know i can’t talk to him anyway. i did see jungwon though.”

dae’s face contorted into disgust while his heart was thumping out of his chest — “jungwon?? why would i care about him?”

“he may be your academic rival, but we all know you guys like each other.” ji-woo chimed in

the two girls nodded in agreement as heeseung’s best friend spoke, “mhm, we always see it whenever we hang out anyway” — referring back to the big group hangouts.

“whatever! what we have going on isn’t important right now.” dae huffed out with a sigh.

the girls giggled with each other before the bell could ring. in a rush, dae and ji-woo situated themselves to their seats while min-su and y/n scurried out to their own classrooms.

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when lunch came, the enhypen members and the girls (plus dae) met together in their usual spot. it was a big group, yes, but everyone was comfortable with each other. ji-woo and jake were dating, heeseung and min-su were best friends — having their own situationship, and jungwon and dae were academic rivals who remained to be in the same friend group. y/n and sunghoon were mutuals, not close with how introverted they were but just friends. they each had their own dynamic going on, creating a stronger bond within the group.

“the lunch is kind of good today..” ji-woo mumbled as she took a bite of her rice.

the group looked at her before letting quiet giggles fill their circle of people. “what??” she added on.

jake smiled at her, placing a soft peck on the cheek as he said, “nothing, just keep eating love.”

“ew, we’re eating right now. could you not?” min-su cringed.

“shut up! just go back to eating,” ji-woo retorted back to her.

a few, scattered chuckles were heard from the group as they went back to doing their own thing.

“you okay there, y/n?” jay asked with a mouthful of meat. he gave a light nudge to the girl as she went out of her spaced out daze. sunghoon’s gaze turned to the two, closely observing her body language.

“what? oh yeah, just tired.” she mumbled, giving an awkward grin to him.

he gave a soft scoff — “that sounded so fake coming from you.” y/n’s jaw dropped as she smacked him on the shoulder.

“shut up, it’s true! it’s just.. really hard to get up early in the mornings.” she truthfully spoke

“girl you don’t even come that early,” dae intervened with an eyebrow raise.

her eyes widened, awkwardly laughing it off as she said, “yeah but i still have to wake up early to drive to school! you know how it is with school traffic and all…”

dae slowly nodded his head, squinting his eyes before eventually giving up to agree with her.

“speaking of morning,” niki paused. “sunghoon got a sticky note on his desk again. you guys know who it is?”

hoon quickly trailed his eyes to y/n, giving her a look that screamed something along the lines of ‘i like you, not this creepy person.’ but she couldn’t bother to return the gaze as her head was low in humiliation.

“same person again?” min-su asked.

the boys nodded in unison. “yeah, they keep bothering him.” sunoo said while biting down on his spoon.

“any person you guys can think of?” jungwon chirped up.

y/n’s three closest friends exchanged a worried look at her, all having the same thought that she shouldn’t be hearing this because it might be breaking her heart. but they didn’t know that the culprit was her, so she tried to beam a smile to show that she was okay with hearing her crush receive love letters.

“it’s a little pathetic that they can’t even confess to me. doing it through a note seems kind of sad.. and desperate.” sunghoon suddenly added his thought. again, he slowly dawdled his eyes towards the girl but she didn’t even look at him. she couldn’t. those words caused a striking pain to the heart. he was trying to divert the potential thought she could’ve been having of if he liked the anonymous person or not. but he only made it worse.

she harshly bit her lips, pleading for no tears to show in her eyes as she looked around to distract herself. nobody noticed, or at least she felt like nobody noticed.

“i do admire their courage to put it on my desk though..” he shyly said with a blush to the ears. the words were a little comforting at least, but it wasn’t enough to make her feel better. his choice of words from before were still ringing in her ears as she felt her world crumbling down.

“that’s a little mean sunghoon…” ji-woo commented with an appalled look. “what if the person just can’t confess to you because they’re scared you might act the way you are right now?”

the boy’s eyes widened as he felt humiliation start to heat up in his cheeks. “that’s not what i meant..”

“yeah love, it’s just a little creepy that they keep sending him sticky notes.” jake explained, handing her the note so the rest of the group could see.

min-su, ji-woo, dae, and the girl who was trying to hold back her tears gathered around the note.

‘0307… those numbers look familiar..’ the three thought in their head. y/n shifted her eyes from the left to the right before she snatched the note in her hands. “no yeah, jake’s right, it is a little creepy. they should stop,” she said with a quiet sniffle.

“right, thank you y/n.”

her friends looked at her after she spoke, eyes laced with concern as they didn’t know how she was taking it — mad? jealous? upset? weirded out as well? they felt troublesome for the girl that this note from an anonymous sender was bothering her.

“mhm,” she confirmed back to jake with a firm head nod. “now excuse me, i gotta pee.” the girl got up with shaky legs as her breath hitched from the cry she forced down in her throat.

when she got to the bathroom, she breathed hard and heavy with her hands on the wall to stabilize herself. “that was humbling,” she mumbled to herself, feeling wet tears softly stain her cheeks.

“i’ll stop the notes then…” y/n confirmed with a heavy heart. her vision was blurry with the tears that remained in her eyes as she felt burdensome with the fact that sunghoon had just confirmed her way of confession to be weird. a few sniffles of the nose were made before she left the bathroom and returned to the group.

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months had gone by and senior year was reaching the end for the group. it was just finals left, and graduation would soon hit them.

within the time that passed, y/n avoided sunghoon in every possible way. he’d try to talk to her in the hallway? she’d pretend her airpods were too loud. he’d ask her about her day? she’d nod and mumble “it’s fine.” he’d try to sit with her at lunch? she’d move and find a spot next to min-su.

the girl honestly didn’t meant to come off as rude, but cutting off any contact with him meant that she’d be able to get over him much easier. her heart just tore apart from having to see him too often in the friend group that she distanced herself away from him. plus, they were never really that close to begin with so what would even have made the difference?

sunghoon, on the other hand, was left confused. from what he could recall, he didn’t do anything wrong. and to add on, no sticky notes were on his desk anymore. he didn’t know if the person just felt the need to stop but they did. however, even with all of his doubt, he still wished it was his favorite girl behind it.

he always felt his heart beating at the thought that it could’ve potentially been y/n. to give in to the thought that she possibly liked him back meant butterflies in his stomach. ‘but that’s pathetic’ — he’d think to himself, rationalizing that the girl had better things than him going on. like college; more specifically, a college outside of their hometown.

y/n got into the college of her dreams and sunghoon couldn’t have been happier as he remembered each time he’d observe from afar, watching her stress about each class but still managing farther than expected. he was proud. he knew the girl that he couldn’t call his would get in, but what did that mean for him?

“last day of school, this feels so sad.” ji-woo pouted with her bottom lip out.

“i don’t know whether to feel happy or sad to be honest.” dae chimed in

“hey you got to be with jungwon after all though, that’s good isn’t it?” y/n acknowledged with a soft grin.

the boy furiously shook his head to agree as he exclaimed — “it definitely is!” everyone giggled at the same time before he added on, “what about you, y/n? still a no with you and sunghoon?”

her lips pursed together as she nodded her head ‘no.’ “it’s best that i don’t confess, we’re already done with school and i’ll be parting soon anyway. he’s just a high school crush..” she tried to excuse with a smile.

“you and sunghoon are literally soulmates! you guys should’ve been dating already, jake and i strongly agreed on that.” said ji-woo with a clear scoff in her throat.

“well we’re not so.. but anyway, enough about me, min-su and heeseung are finally together after being best friends for god-knows how long!” y/n strongly shook the girl she had just mentioned to congratulate her.

“my hee and i are dating now, best believe it!” she exclaimed.

the group erupted in laughter as they continued through other topics.

“i’m gonna miss this, you know? the four of us together in one place. i’m gonna miss you losers,” y/n spoke with a shaky voice.

“shut up! you’re gonna make me cry!” ji-woo hollered from her seat.

the other two agreed as everyone’s eyes quickly watered. “i’m serious, i’m gonna miss this so much when i leave.” she confirmed, shaking her head to leave the tears behind. “once graduation happens, we’ll only have just a few weeks left.”

“BITCH shut up right now!” min-su yelled as she let tears run down her cheeks.

dae sniffled with a hint of red around his eyelids as he said, “you guys are gonna make me cry now!”

the group gathered into a hug as they let out soft sobs together. their last day of school was already an emotional train wreck.

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the dreaded day had finally arrived. graduation came too soon before they could even process it.

as the principal was giving their speech, y/n sat in the front stands with her friends and the enhypen members. of course, she made sure to sit far from sunghoon — causing him to sit in the second row while she sat in the first row.

after getting her high school diploma, she sat down near her sobbing friends.

“park sunghoon,” the school staff announced.

her heart lit up with a shock at the name. she watched him go up to the stage and take hold of the paper in his hands. he beamed a bright and sweet smile toward the amidst of the crowd. she felt her heart softened as her eyes watered.

‘this is it,’ y/n thought to herself while taking a deep breath. ‘this is the last time i’ll ever see him at a school campus. the place where i fell in love with him.’

without even realizing, tears had fallen down her cheeks as she still watched him walk down the stage. once she took another breath of air, she felt her heart tear while a heavy weight had lifted off of her shoulders.

sunghoon’s eyes scanned around the stadium before letting it go to her. his demeanor softened and all he wanted to do was hug her goodbye. he knew it himself that she was leaving, and he didn’t want her to go. to him, she was his first love. even if they weren’t together and she was avoiding him, he could feel the mutual bond for their open-ended closure. the glance he gave to her was everything they both needed.

as the graduation continued, each member received their diploma as well. and with that, they graduated. the group had gone through everything together in their years of high school, and this was their ending. all that was left was their goodbye to the people who were leaving for college.

so when the time came, y/n was the first to go. she found it better to leave first so she could get over sunghoon quicker, and also not have a hard time with goodbyes to the others. she was only leaving for summer school but found it better to transition to the fall quarter right away — leaving no time to come back home in the time between.

the others were leaving too, but just at a much later time. ji-woo would head off in about two months, staying in a long distance relationship with jake. jungwon and dae were going to the same college together outside of their hometown in about a month; while min-su and heeseung were going to the same college as well but just in their hometown.

jay was leaving around the same time as ji-woo. sunghoon, sunoo, and niki would be going to the same college as min-su and heeseung.

with y/n being the first to go, a hangout was thrown in her favor on the day of. tears and weeping goodbyes could only be unfolded as they weren’t ready to see her leave. sunghoon especially. he tried to hold back his verge of tears, but he couldn’t, knowing that he was about to let his first love go.

when the time came and her family was parked outside, everyone couldn’t stop holding onto the girl.

“why do you have to go so early? you just hate us huh?” ji-woo incoherently mumbled through her sobs.

y/n gave a chuckle at her words — “i had to.” but she honestly didn’t have to. she was just leaving to make things easier on herself and everyone else.

“guess it’s time to go..” she murmured to everyone.

she hugged each person goodbye as she felt her hands tremble. it was a new beginning she was about to embark on, and she didn’t know how she’d be able to do it without them.

“goodbye min-su, i’ll miss you so much..” y/n flung her arms around the girl as she let tears drop.

“you bitch, why do you have to go?” min-su rhetorically asked, shaking her.

her lips curled into a smile as she moved onto dae. “goodbye dae, have fun with jungwon in college..” she mumbled while holding him into a tight embrace.

“don’t go, y/n!” he yelled, causing a laugh to be erupted from her.

the girl let go of him to move onto ji-woo. “goodbye ji-woo, i know you’ll do great in college.” she whispered against her ears.

“i’m gonna take you back with me, i swear.” jake’s girlfriend threatened back.

“shut up,” y/n uttered to her.

she then gave a hug to each enhypen member, letting them whisper sweet encouragements in her ear. sunghoon was the last, of course he was. he patiently waited for the girl to make her round as he felt thrilled to hug her but also heartbroken that it’d be their first and last hug.

after hugging niki, she finally reached him. her lips coiled into a soft smile as her eyes began to water.

“sunghoon..” she exhaled a heavy breath of hers. “i’ll miss you.”

y/n slowly let her arms wrap around his neck as his hands reached toward her waist. he groaned out a hurtful sigh as he reeled in her embrace. he was gonna miss this, miss her.

as he laid his head on her shoulder, she heard him give soft sniffles against her hair. “you’re leaving so early,” he softly joked.

they pulled away at the same time and she watched him light up with a half smile.

“can you give me your hand?” her hand reached out for his and he hesitantly gave it. when he felt their hands touch, his heart stopped for a second before rapidly picking up again.

in seconds, his hands were met with a papered texture. when he peaked his eyes open, his mouth opened in shock. it was the neutral-colored sticky notes he always received from the secret admirer.

before he could speak, she did it first — “it was me, funny huh?” she formed her lips into a line and lightly chuckled at his reaction. his eyes stared into hers as he felt quite lost and confused. everything in his ears were deafening out with each second he processed that it was her.

the group stayed quiet as they mirrored his expression. there were many words they could say but they couldn’t quite grasp onto it with how she had just revealed that it was her.

when y/n was about to say something herself, a honking from the car was heard — hinting that she needed to go.

“it’s time..”

her hand that held onto his lingered for a little more, praying that he’d hold her back or say something to confess. just do anything to show that he liked her back for that little figment of hope she had left. but he didn’t, so she walked away.

y/n waved goodbye to everyone and soon enough, her presence was gone and would be making its way to another hometown.

sunghoon froze in his place, feeling like his feet were glued to the ground as he replayed the words he said that made her stop sending the notes he secretly loved. he smacked his hand to his head as he knew things had now changed, only to realize that the last post-it note she gave were still in his hands.

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surprise, sunghoon! sorry for being

so creepy, i didn’t know how to do

this, but have fun in college. i’ll always

be cheering for you from afar! this is

probably a little pathetic huh? lol :)

sorry if i made you uncomfortable,

but be safe :)

— y/n <3

└── •✧• ──┘

sunghoon’s heart shattered. he felt like such an idiot with how he treated the notes. he wished she was still here, he wished he confessed, he wished they had gotten together with how they liked each other. but he was too late. of course he was, because now, she was gone and he couldn’t do anything else. but after all, how could he hope for something that could’ve never been possible in the first place?

the relationship had been left with unsaid words that they couldn’t express to each other, and nothing could save it.

his hand crumbled up into a fist with how frustrated he got with himself. “fucking idiot,” he whispered.

“you really didn’t know?” dae asked with an eyebrow raise while placing himself near jungwon.

sunghoon only shook his head as he bit his lip, letting tears drop in a rush of seconds. “i’m late aren’t i?” he said, chuckling at his rhetorical question.

“afraid so hoon..” min-su confirmed, taking heeseung’s hand in hers afterwards.

his fist soon opened and found something scribbled on the back.

┌── •✧• ──┐

i love you sunghoon, but you’re

not mine.

└── •✧• ──┘

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hai good friend,, tell me about mai. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of her before… look what we are doing to our beautiful queens 😔

YIPEE I love when me going insane about a character for a day makes you curious about them... especially cus atp I can kind of predict what is going to pique ur interest

ok ok: so, Mai. She's 1/3 of Azula's Evil Girl Group, colloquially known as Ozai's Angels, and thats the context you see her in for most of the show which is why it's important to know. You know how all cartoons in the 2000s HAD to have ONE morose goth chic? Well she is atla's quota. She's a noble, she's an only child (THEE only child. The first only child they made at the only child factory <33), she fights with 🔪KNIVES 🔪!!! she's Zuko's canonical comphet love interest and she has a very understated but underrated arc..

Her role/arc in the show:

I mentioned Ozai's Angels because her interactions with Azula and Ty Lee are the real meat and potatoes of her character. They're like... baby's first toxic yuri love triangle <3333 REALLY can't overstate how toxic yuri love triangle they are. Mai and Ty Lee end up betraying Azula in season 3 which is both the climax (imo) of Mai's arc and the inciting action for Azula's descent (but we're not getting into Azula never ask me to get into Azula please). A lot of people reduce Mai going turncoat to JUST being about saving Zuko - and like partially it IS. She saves Zuko from dying because she loves/cares about him and that's a big part of it.

But it's ALSO about her finding her voice ?? Like throughout the show we NEVER see her voice opinions about something unless it's to say that she's bored, or jaded, or what have you. She never seems to have strong feelings about anything; her stated reasoning for joining Azula's Imperialism Girl Band is because she's bored living with her parents 💀 but it's like. It becomes clear to the audience later in the show that she was raised to never speak unless spoken to, to mask emotions, etc etc LIEKKK SHE'S SOOO REPRESSED ONLY CHILD SHE'S SO WOMAN TM... So her telling Azula "I love Zuko more than I fear you" was THEE cuntiest moment EVER because it's like oh shit ?? this is something pretty unexpected from this character ?? Waow so crazy so cunt ??

A lot of people point out that she and Ty Lee never really got a "ohhhh Imperialism is bad" arc like Zuko did but. imo there wasn't a whole lot of room in the show for it lol. Would have been something interesting to explore in the comics for sure !! but uhmmm I'd rather walk into the ocean than watch Gene Luen Yang try and write about imperialism and colonialism again so maybe its better we never got that.. (no offense to him he's just... not that great at doing it in the atla comics...not his strength..)

Her reception in fandom:

She's usually only ever talked about in the context of being Zuko's love interest (either positively OR negatively) hence my post that you saw. Like. Victim Numero Uno of zutara/kataang shipping wars cus at least a bunch of people LIKE Aang whereas people either ignore or actively dislike her.

There's often discourse about like. Who's the "toxic" one in the Mai/Zuko pairing and it's annoying when she gets flak for it cus like newsflash: they both are. My GOD they both are. They've canonically broken up twice. They're the emo boy/goth girl pairing. They're cute together. They're miserable together. They're both homosexual. You get it.

Also a lot of times people just call her boring or emotionless and it's like congrats !! you have fallen for her facade... in conclusion... sorry this is so long uhm.. your fault for asking me though... how long is it going to take until I've just told you the entire plot of this cartoon piecemeal ask by ask...

[joonggphilia]

🩵🤍My Angel🤍🩵

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Pairing: Idol! Lee Know x Idol! Male Reader Genre: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff CW: mentions of unrequited love? A/n: I’m really excited about this ask. I adore descriptive writing so this was write up my ally. I think I should write a part 2 for this one <3 ———————————————————————

Music blasted, shoes squealed against the ground, mirrors fogged. Thunder was a new group in the industry and they were determined to rise to the top. Practices were intense, none stop, and one can be sure that the members were incredibly sore after. The music slowly faded making it so all that could be heard was the rigid breathing among the boys who were currently using the studio. “Get some water! That was the best run yet, I’m so proud of us. We deserve a win with this performance.” Said a (h/c) boy, as he sank to the floor. “M/n, are you sure.” Asked one of the members, taking a long sip from his water bottle. “I’m confident. You guys are amazing, and we worked for this.” M/n replied, a glowing smile painting his face. M/n was the proud leader of Thunder. He was well known in the industry for his unreal personality, and visuals. Sure there were people like Choi Yeonjun, the 4th gen it boy, or Wonyoung the it girl. M/n was the 4th gen angel. He was notorious for being pleasant and sweet to anyone who crossed his path. Another thing that was for sure was that he loved his members with all his heart. He was confident and commanded respect…..in a way they made your heart melt, of course.

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The day had finally come, Thunder had made their way up into the big leagues. They were just getting ready to head on stage for the showcase. The outfits for their concept were drop dead gorgeous. They wore white, lacy, formal wear with beautiful diamond jewelry. M/n makeup artist gave him a look that suited him extremely well. His face was glowing, almost as if he had cried. Around his pink dusted eyes was glitter and diamond gems. He looked so beautiful. M/n was popular with fans all around the world, but he was also popular with other idols. One person in particular, had fallen for his charm. That person was none other than Lee Know of Stray Kids. He got into the habit of frequently playing Thunder’s music in the background of his lives and bringing up how his bias was M/n. He couldn’t hide his smitten attitude anymore. “Minho, Thunder is about to perform. I’ll go watch with you if you’d like!” Recommended Bang Chan, leaving his corner of the dressing room to check in an all the members. “That’d be awesome. Let’s go.” Replied Lee Know, grabbing his hand and running backstage. The mad dash was worth it. Lee Know watched in awe as M/n glided across the stage. M/n was the main dancer in his group, but he was trained in ballet and contemporary. Thunder’s unique dance style got them a lot of attention. They had a more technical and contemporary feel to their choreography, unless the song called for something more high energy. “This is the best part!” Squealed Lee Know as he patted Bang Cahn’s shoulder. M/n walked to center stage and broke out into a set of fouettés. The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Lee Know’s eyes never left his idol. He began to think to himself. Was M/n stay, a fan, did M/n know that he existed? His palms were sweaty, he really did like M/n a lot, but he had a feeling the feelings weren’t requited

——————————————————————— M/n was walking back to his dressing room when he suddenly felt a tap on the shoulder, causing him to turn around, only to make eye contact with the one and only Lee Minho! He froze up. “Uhm, hey. You looked really good out there, super impressive for a rookie group!” The brunette spoke, awkwardly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. M/n broke from his trance and began to bow, covering up his flustered face. “Thank you, it means a lot coming from a member of Stray kids!” M/n stated, bowing once more. Lee Know got butterflies hearing him say this. “Your a fan?” Lee Know asked, manifesting a yes. “Am I a fan? Of course I am! You guys are awesome, a huge inspiration of mine.” M/n chirped, a wide smile growing on his face. “Thanks, I’m glad we inspire you. You’re catching up to us pretty fast, I’m actually a big fan of Thunder.” Lee Know, stated, his chest puffy out with pride. This made M/n giggle “So it’s true! My fans always say you’re my biggest fan and that you guys are competing for that spot on my list.” This gave Lee Know a chance. “M/n, give me your number and that’ll prove I’m your biggest fan.” He bluntly asked. M/n didn’t say a word, just grabbed his phone and handed it to the grinning man before him, their finger tips brushing slightly. Lee Know set his contact on M/n’s phone as “Biggest Fan” to prove his point. “Can I see yours?” M/n asked holding his hand out for Lee Know’s phone. He took it and changed his contact, shutting it off and handing it back. “Let’s hang out sometime, Lee Minho.” M/n said, shaking the other male’s hand. “It’s a date, M/n L/n.” He sneered, causing both of them to blush and giggle.

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Once Lee Know got back to the dorms he checked his phone, only to drop it on his face when he read a small “hi” from a certain someone. The contact read -My Angel-

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Hii, so I really liked your lee Han fic and was wondering if you could write a lee Seungmin Ler skz fic where skz find that after seungmin read some mean comments about his smile, he started covering his mouth in pictures and they wanna convince him of how pretty his smile is. You don't have to write this though! Have a great day!!! I love your fics so much!!🩷🩷

Hey! I’ve seen this idea before and I think it is vey cute. Seungmins smile is the best!

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Smile

Lee! Seungmin

Ler! Skz

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Just go to sleep…

Seungmin kept repeating those words in his mind, desperately trying to ignore all the harmful thoughts that kept on tormenting his mind. He has seen these comments a million times, how come they still hurt him?

He flipped onto the other side of the bed, now facing the blank wall. He wished he could just dissapear into it. Seungmin closed his eyes in hopes of never oppening them again…

“Omg helppp your teeth are still crooked after braces?”

“Am i the only one who thinks his smile ugly af…”

“Aint no way he thinks hes cute”

“Just close your mouth please, youre so ugly and annoying”

They didn’t go away even in his dreams. The poor boy shook his head side to side in his sleep, trying to shake those thoughts away. He suddenly woke up, covered in sweat. Thank God it was just a nightmare. Except it wasn’t. People really said that to him without any shame.

The puppy pressed his hand againts his forehead. He felt sick. So sick and tired. Nonetheless, he knew he wouldn’t fall back asleep. So, he grabbed his phone from the nighstand and turned it on, checking the current time.

6:23 am

He groaned in dissapointment. He had at least an hour or two before having to wake up. But, of course, he would simply waste the precious time staring at the blank ceiling. Dissapearing into it wouldn’t be so bad either.

In about an hour (which felt like 37 days to Seungmin) Minho woke up. He lazily walked down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the kids. He wasn’t called the mom of the group for nothing. Seungmin heard his every step. Minho was so strong compared to him. And so much more beutiful. He covered his eyes, squeezing them tightly. But nothing came out.

Soon enough, Seungmin heard Felix strolling to the kitchen aswell. He has lived with long enough to recognise their footsteps. Well, if the sunshine boy was awake, he should get out of bed too. Unfortunetly.

Seungmin slowly got out of bed, forcefully taking his tired body to the bathroom. After finishing up, he walked back to his bedroom to get dressed.

The pup felt like shit, but the smell of delicious food was basically forcing him out of his room. After slumping his body down and kicking around childlishly one last time, he finally got up and made his way to the source of the amazing scent.

He was soon met with the gaze of Minho, Felix and Jeongin, which was surprising because hadn’t heard the maknaes footsteps.

“Morning, Minnie” Minho greeted from his spot at the stove “Good morning, hyung” Seungmin tried his best to not sound grumpy and sad, but he knew he could not pretend to be someone else around his bandmates - they knew him far too well for that.

Not even a minute after the second youngest of he group walked close enough for them to see his face, they knew something was wrong. The rest of the members could always tell what his mood was like just by the way he walked, talked. Hell, even breathed.

“I can’t be only one who thinks that Seungmin is… off” Felix whispered into Jeongins ear “Uhm, that was exactly what I thought, he seems upset about something” the maknae agreed “We should ask Minho about it, I wonder what he thinks…” Felix pondered, walking to said man.

“Hyung, I’m sure that you’ve noticed Seungmin’s strange mood by now. What do you think it is?” the cat man turned his head towards his dongsaeng “I know what it is. I’ll tell you after breakfast. Don’t wanna spoil anything, but I have a plan…”

Felix was satisfied with his answer, updating Jeongin on the exciting news that he had just gotten from the eldest in the room. Both of them started brainstorming in their thoughts about what could the plan be.

Right after breakfast, Seungmin basically ran to his room, not even thanking for the food. However, Lee Know wasn’t bothered, he knew that he could properly punish the younger later…

“Right, and bring the rest of the kids with you, alright?” the second oldest said as he finished his call with Chan “Well?” the sunshine impatiently asked “He said he’ll be here any time now. I made he sure he would bring Han, Changbin and Hyunjin too” “Yay! This is the best plan that you have ever made, Minho hyung!” the fox happily showed his dimply smile after hearing the long awaited news.

You have probably already guessed the plan of the mischevious bunny, but let me tell you anyway:

1. See if Seungmin was actually hurt by the comments.

2. Call everyone over.

3. Tickle the sadness out of him!

Sounds like the best plan ever, right? Well, maybe a bit too simple, but that’s all it took, really.

The first two steps had been completed. They were only one step away from success!

Luckily, Minho knew very well how to complete the remaining step. It was much easier than you might think.

“Your plan is so stupid though, we’re gonna need at least another 37 step plan just to tickle Seungmin” Han rolled his eyes after hearing the amazing idea “No, Jisung, we’re going to convince him to let us wreck him!” Lee Know smiled “Are you serious?! That would require another 1000 steps!” Chan laughed.

To Minho’s advantage, the rest of the group agreed upon his amazing invention, so he won’t have to deal with more than two grumpy party poopers.

“You guys are not listening! We need to put Minnie in a lee mood!” the bunny proudly announced “What is that?” Changbin asked as the quokka started reddening up ���Oh, I forgot that some of you are not aware… Well, a lee is someone that-“ Minho’s sentence was cut short by some very much aggressive coughing.

“Hannie, are you ok?” Chan asked with a very concerned look “Uhm *cough* I think I-I’m fine…” the all rounder was slighly relieved when he saw Jeongin and Felix blushing as well.

The leader of danceracha smirked and continued talking “Uhm, I think I’ll explain that later. Now let’s go, we have a mission to complete!” Everybody ran, screaming like a pack of children, pretending to be soldiers.

“MISSION TICKLE SEUNGMIN!” I.N. screamed as the him and the rest of the members barged into the victim’s room “Hyunjin, Han, grab his arms. Changbin, Innie, grab his legs. Felix, Chan and me will take care of the rest!” Minho instructed everyone like the professional he was.

Once everything was finally set up, was when Seungmin came to realization: he was completely inmobile and about to get wrecked. There was no way he was going to let this happen.

“Let go you bahastards! What have I done to deserve this?!” the second youngest started squirming around like crazy in an attempt to free himself.

“Nu-uh you’re not going anywhere!” Hyunjin said with a smile, securing his arms under his butt. Han did the same “Thihis is so unfair! I can’t even move!” the pup whined, trying to get his arms from under Hyunjin.

Felix and Chan took the initiative by poking the boys sides repetitively, making him giggle “Nohoho please~ Anythihing but this!” the lee hysterically giggled, still trying to get out of their grasp.

“Hmmmm, how about no!” Hyunjin happily smiled shoving five of his fingers into the yoonger’s vulnerable armpit “YAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHJIN DOHOHON’T!” “Oh you just set yourself up so good” Jeongin murmured in sympathy. Everyone quieted down. Seungmin was scared out of his mind “Hyung! Hyunjin hyung! Please, I-I didn’t mean it…” the pup tried to maneuver his way out of the situation, but it didn’t look like that was going to pay of…

“You’re in deep shit, Seungminnie…”

All seven of the members dug in without a warning “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE! H-HYUHUHUHUHNG! ANYONE! PLEHEHEASE~~” Seungmin wildly cackled.

The scene looked rather… Interesting. Hyunjin and Han were having a hard time holding the pups hands down, yet both of them were roughly digging their fingers deep into the victim’s armpits. Minho was situated on his hips, trying to hold the younger’s midriff still by pushing his fingers into Minnies V-line(which was just making him squirm more). Chan and Felix were both attacking each one of Seungmin’s sides, switching in between his ribs and sides. Jeongin and Changbin were keeping themselves occupied by digging their fingers into their bandmate’s thighs, knees and occasionally scratching his soles.

The mean comments were the last thing on the tickle attack victim’s mind - he was much more busy trying to stay alive.

Obviuosly, Seungmin couldn’t handle so many rough tickles all over his body at the same time. The rest of the kids could feel that too. They all slowly stopped, but still didn’t let the poor boy go.

“Let’s play a game to make this interesting, Minnie” Minho fondly smiled looking down at his dongsaeng “P-Plehease no more…” Seungmin’s chest rose up and down restlessly, trying to pump his tired body with blood. Apparently it was doing that quite succesfully, considering the latter’s wine-red face, ears and neck. Not to mention that he still had tears running down his neck, wetting the collar of his shirt.

“Say, how many hyungs do you have?” Lee Know didn’t let up “I-Ihihi don’t know, 7?” “Is Seungmin our new maknae now~?” Jeongin teasingly asked “Nahaha I don’t know…” the “maknae” tiredly grumbled, almost falling asleep on the spot.

“Well, if he insists on having 7, then I don’t see why we should disagree with him!” the leader of danceracha smirked “What do you even mean, hyung?” Changbin whined from the end of the victim’s body “That is exacly how many raspberries he’ll get… From each one of us!” The bunny proudly announced.

Suddenly, Seungmin flinched awake. 7 raspberries?! From EACH one of them?! He is not making it out alive.

“WHAHAHT?! WHY! I don’t deserve this please~~~” “Oh yes you do, did you see how sad and grumpy you were this very morning?!” Felix frowned, poking the younger “Couldn’t even thank me for my amazing breakfast…” Minho mischeviously mentioned, leaving the pup wide eyed.

“Let’s start!” Chan exitedly declared, placing his lips onto the second younger’s side “One…” the kangaroo mumbled into the sensitive spot and blowing the ticklish air into the vulnerable spot “AHAHAHA CHAHANIE HYUHUHNG!!”.

Chan was only on the third raspberry and Seungmin was already dying, there was no way he was going to survive 49 raspberries…

“Mihihinho hyung, yOHOHOHOHUR BREHEHEAKFAST WAS AMAHAHAZING, CAN YOU PLEHEHEASE MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOHOHOHOR MEHEHE~!” the oldest member of vocalracha begged when Chan pressed his lips onto his side for the 4th time.

“Hmmmm… Ok, I’ll forgive just this one time… Only if you can endure raspberries from all sven of us, at the same time, without laughing.” Was he being serious? Migh aswell just say that they were going to kill him.

The pup took a deep breath in and waited in anticipation. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait for long. But was he really thankful? I mean, Han and Hyunjin had their lips pressed against his neck, Chan and Felix were both ready to wreck both of his sides, Minho was smiling into his stomach and Changbin with Jeongin both had a strong grip on both of his legs. Both of them were ready to blow some ticklish air onto God knows which part of his leg.

Just a few second later, he could feel every. single. body part being destroyed. Some of them were cheating by using their fingers to tickle aswell, but he definetly couldn’t tell who those cheaters were.

“p-plehehease…” His laughter was so silent, that the members stopped after only one time “Wow, I honetly didn’t think he would make it!” Han praised the younger, petting his head. Seungmin was so tired and his brain was so fuzzy and empty, that he didn’t care nor hear anything.

“Hey, are you ok, Minnie?” Hyunjin softly asked, signaling the rest of the boy’s to climb of the latter.

No response.

“Seungminnie, are you alright?” Jeongin slighly shook his hyung.

Nothing.

“SEUNGMIN!?” Chan agressively shook the younger with worry in his eyes.

“Huh, w-what…” the poor, tired boy finally woke up, relieving all seven of his bandmates.

“Oh my GOSH SEUNGMIN DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU SCA-“ the eldest grabbed the puppie’s shoulders “Calm down Chan… He’s ok” “Are you?!” “Yeah, did we take it too far?!”

The lee was so overwhelmed and exhausted that it took him a few moments to catch up. Though once he did, he made sure to calm everyone down.

“It was fine, guys. I promise. I didn’t mind…”

One thing that he also noticed is…

He had completely forgotten why he was upset in the first place.

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I hope you enjoyed! Do you guys like the long buildups? I love writing them.

I’ve been putting this request away for a while, so glad that finnished it. Hope you have a nice day/night!

[shojislady]

2. PISSBABY TSUKISHIMA

"BYE MA!! LOVE YOU TOO! SEE YOU AFTER SCHOOL!" y/n screamed out as she shut the door behind her. today was the day that y/n started school at karasuno high. she wasn't nervous, not at all. y/n never had any trouble making friends. she was an outgoing person and was easy to get along with.

(lol imagine)

beginning her walk to school, she decided to text the group chat to see how everyone was doing. the gc was originally made by the twins and y/n for chaotic reasons, but sooner or later they actually used the group chat for important reasons like planning or just occasionally checking up on each other.

'i miss them, but I'm gon beat them up when i see them. wanna act all tough cuz I'm 10 ½ hours away. just wait till i visit them.' y/n thought.

this is basically the format for each conversation that happens. y/n going into the group chat to check up on everyone to make sure they're okay, then the twins start ganging up on her until kyoya gets annoyed and tells them to stfu because he's trying to relax and he can't silence his phone. it was funny because when they got back to school, she would pretend like nothing ever happened and continued to flirt with kyoya.

"oh, there's the school!" she pointed out to literally no one. there were a bunch of students flooding in the gate. "gauh LEE.. that's a lot of damn people.”

she continued her slow pace to the school, not really caring about what time she got there, as long as she was before lunch. she was gonna be a bit late, either way, seeing as she had to go to the front office for her schedule.

"well, time to go beast mode." #alpha

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"All right Ms. l/n, welcome to our class! go sit behind yamaguchi. Yamaguchi! raise ur hand!" the teacher yelled out. y/n had gotten to school on time, but joined the rest of the students during their third class, since the VP took her on a small tour of the school after giving her the schedule.

she scanned through the sea of students to see a timid-looking boy raising his hand. he was cute, and looked to be a few inches taller than her. he had freckles and a nice mop of green hair standing on top of his head. if his face was red, he'd be a human strawberry.

with her black and blonde faux locs swaying behind her, she went to sit in her newly designated seat behind the boy who was now known as yamaguchi. she pulled out a notebook and opened it to a blank page, which was deemed useless seeing that she had already learned what was being taught.

bored, she pulled out her headphones, opening spotify, she pulled up her chill playlist, she clicked shuffle play, smiled, and relaxed a bit seeing the first song that came up. it was ' Big Poppa - the notorious b.i.g'. it was one of her favorite songs to chill to.

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"hey, it's time for science.!" was what y/n heard as she removed her headphones. it was yamaguchi, telling her that it's time for the next subject.

now that she had the slight chance to talk to him, she decided to say what had been on her mind for when she saw him.

"thanks. y'know, you're really cute by the way. you look like someone i'd accidentally bump into and you'd apologize and i'd say "no really its all my fault" then start talking to much cuz i got nervous. that's a compliment by the way."

'...huh?' yams was shocked yet confused. he wasn't used to out of the blue compliments like that, or really at all. especially not from girls, and a really attractive one at that. but aside from the initial shock, why the fuck was it so specific and detailed?

"oh! uhm- thank you! you're really pretty yourself!"

"thank you! and thanks for waking me up! wanna be friends?"

"oh, no problem. and sure!! "

'that was odd...' tadashi thought to himself as he turned to face front. "damn, that was quick, yamaguchi" his childhood friend, tsukishima, teased. "im surprised you didn't stutter ur ass off.”

tsukishima kei was a very tall individual. he had short, blonde hair and was more on the thinner, lanky side.

"oh piss off tsuki, ur just mad that i talked to the pretty new girl before you, loser." yams shot back.

(bozo😹👎🏽 take this L tsuki🤡 )

"whatever😒😒"

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"hi yama! hi yama's friend! what are we doing now?" y/n asked. the bell had just rung, and y/n was too lazy to pull out her schedule.

"hi l/n! this is tsukishima! its lunchtime right now so we're heading to the cafeteria!!" he replied with a small smile on his face.

"BOOO!! the cafeteria sucks ass. that's why I always ate in the club room." y/n complained with a big ole thumbs down.

although she was pretty extroverted, she didn't like all the extra loud noise and nosy people. there are some hating ass hoes back at Ouran, but she couldn't give less of a fuck. all they ever did was talk shit because they were jealous of her relationship with the hosts, but she knew it was part of the deal when she became friends with them.

"wah wah, cry me a river. either sit with us or not, jeez." blabbered smart-ass tsuki.

"actually, you're in luck! we and a few others are all going to meet and eat lunch in the gym to go over some stuff for our club, you can join if you want!" yams offered.

she happily accepted the offer and continued to walk along with them to the cafeteria, then to the gym where they would eat. they stopped by the vending machine for y/n, because her thirsty ass drank all her water before lunch, now craving a nice refreshing beverage to wash down the curry she's about to fuck up.

after a few more short minutes of walking, they had finally reached the gym and heard arguing coming from the inside, not knowing that the moment she steps into that gym, she'd be going on a wild trip.

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guys.. dont be mad at me ik i missed my deadline☹️☹️

but im thinkin..

should i still write the beach episode for ouran? i have a few ideas for it but idk..

LEMME GO UPDATE THE OTHER BOOK

[jaeyunniesimp]

you’re on your own, kid. (l.hs) part one.

“i wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me. it’s okay, we’re the best of friends anyway”

tw: a bit of angst, mentions of alcohol, lmk if you find more!!

an: this was inspired by taylor’s song!! this is (supposed to be) a short series, tell me your thoughts <3

wc: 1.3k

You were dreading every minute of this endless night, suddenly rethinking your decisions, and as to why you let your friend drag you to a party you didn’t even want to go to. Your red solo cup dangling on your hand for what felt like hours now, not even bothering to take a sip, while watching all the other intoxicated people having the best of times.

It’s not like partying was something extrinsic for you, but lately, you couldn’t care for it less. Mustering up the courage to do something even remotely social, or that required a tinge of confidence from you, has been extremely hard. You couldn’t really put a finger on it, but you lost yourself somehow along the way. You haven’t felt pretty in ages, never cracked any jokes in what felt like years, and the friends you were losing, weren’t being replaced. And you, honestly, didn’t do anything to change that, and you can’t even figure out why.

Yunjin, currently your only, and best friend, has been trying everything to get your dim eyes to light up again. She’s taken you to dance lessons, karaoke bars, studying sessions, therapy groups (poor you) and now, parties, frustration clearly visible on her face as she realized none of it worked. She even suggested dating, but you said, wisely, that your happiness and self-esteem shouldn’t depend on a person that isn’t yourself, and that it’s a commitment you’re not willing, or in the right state to take.

— Do you want another drink? — Yunjin asked, approaching you.

— Uhm… I’m alright. — You replied, hugging yourself.

— Y/n, I’m worried. You should have fun, get drunk, dance, kiss people with no intention of calling them back! — She stated, holding your shoulders and making you look at her.

You let out a little laugh, amused at her attempts to make you feel something. She didn’t know you’d being hiding something from her, though. It’s been almost two months since you saw him. You thought you were delusional, but you kept seeing him, and people were mentioning his name, you couldn’t be this crazy, right?

You and Lee Heeseung were once best friends. Freshman year of high-school, you both exchanged awkward looks and somehow bonded. He didn’t know about your massive crush on him, though. You could say, undoubtedly, that was the first time you were ever in love, truly. He was everything you’ve ever wanted, and above it all, he was the person you wanted to be around all the time, the one who made you stomach do backflips and managed to crack the most genuine smiles out of you.

You were planning on confessing to him on senior year, after two long years of hiding your feelings. That was, of course, until he got a girlfriend. You were about to ask him to be your date to prom, and he had this huge, wide smile on his face. “I have something I need to tell you, and I need you to promise me that it won’t change anything between us” it’s what he said. A speck of hope that was nurturing inside of you thought that maybe, just maybe, he was about to tell you the same thing you were about to tell him. That’s when he told you he was taking Nayeon to prom, that he’d been crushing on her for months, and didn’t tell you because he knew how your friendship with her ended in bad terms. They truly liked each other and planned on trying to start dating soon.

It felt like an anvil was holding your chest to the ground at that point. You pretended to be happy for him, and told him that what you needed to say is that you were going to ask Jungwon to prom. He really must’ve been blinded by joy, because a newborn baby could tell you were lying. Since then, you started growing apart from each other. You both went your separate ways in college, and you couldn’t bear the pain of having to keep in touch with him, both because he was away and with someone else.

That was until, a couple of months ago, you saw him roaming around your campus. Scratching your eyes to try and see it clearer, you realized it was really him. His hair grew out a little, brown locks falling onto his eyes, even more beautiful than you remembered, if that was even possible. At that point, it had been about three years since you last spoke. A sudden urge to cry emerged in you, and you quickly went back home to think.

You were over him, of course. He was no longer a part of your life, so there was no reason to let him sadden you. And that’s what you lived by ever since, until he started being a part of your life again indeed, somehow. You weren’t hurt by your unreciprocated love though, but seeing him, thinking about even the slightest chance of him being a part of your routine again, made you relive all those emotions you felt one day, that made you so woeful.

Yunjin was really holding the threads for you, and you couldn’t be more thankful. She insisted on getting you a new drink, since yours was already warm by now. You were back to being alone again tonight, hoping for all the minutes to quickly pass by.

— Y/n? — You heard a voice ask from behind. A familiar voice.

You were mentally face palming yourself, hand sweaty already. You turned around and your eyes met his. Lee Heeseung’s. God, why?

— Oh my God, Heeseung? — You pretended to be surprised and delighted, this time, a little more convincing.

— I totally forgot you went here! But i’ve never pictured you as the party type, though. — He said smiling.

— Yeah, a friend dragged me here… — You answered, scratching the back of your head, letting out a fake small laugh.

— Here, love. — Yunjin handed you the drink with a smile. She looked at you confused, seeing you talking to someone else. A GUY!!! She then smiled even wider — Who’s this?

— Yunjin, this is Heeseung, we were friends in high-school. — You said giving her a discrete concerned look.

Then reality hit her, as she remembered all the stories you’ve told her about him and your past, the smile fading from her face.

— Oh! Nice to meet you! I’m Yunjin. — She shook his hand, trying to reconstruct the amused gaze she had on a few seconds ago, failing miserably. — Do you mind if I steal her for a second? I have to tell her something.

She dragged you aside, where he couldn’t hear you two through all the talking and music blasting in the living room.

— Are you okay? — She asked, concerned.

— Yeah, Jin, I’m over him and what happened, really. We’re just catching up. — You reassured.

She looked at you doe eyed, lifting her arms up in a sign of defeat.

— Let me know if you need to go home. — You nodded in response, and she went back to the drinking games she was playing, waving Heeseung goodbye.

You got closer to him again, flashing him a shy smile.

— We haven’t talked in a while. I really thought we would never stop being friends… — He said, breaking the silence.

You didn’t really know how to respond. You couldn’t just confess now, and you know you both stopped talking because you stopped responding his texts, and making up excuses not to see him.

— Yeah, I’m sorry for that, really. I was so caught up with everything, exams, adapting, and you were so far away… It’s no excuse, though, I probably hurt you a lot. — You replied, looking down at your feet.

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder.

— It’s okay, Y/n, I understand. I know you were also uncomfortable with me dating Nayeon, and I don’t blame you. I missed you, though… — He gave you a reassuring smile, which you reciprocated.

— I missed you too.

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[mars101]

Act 4: -> Scene 2: Best distraction

WRITTEN PART-> (0.7) -> no ss after text

“so y/n, isn't this relaxing?”

“You pushed me in the water.”

“uhm.. after that.”

The women were now swimming together in the water. Except for Miyeon, who decided to sit on the nearby rocks and watch the two splash around.

“This is pretty relaxing, I've been so busy helping Yin and Jay that I haven't had time to myself.”

“You're with us, not just yourself.”

“And I wouldn't want it any other way. If it were just me here.. I wouldn't even be here anyway. I'd probably be stressing myself out more by helping out.”

“aren't we the best distraction baby?”

“The best distraction.”

The mother of the group was floating in the water as she stared up in the sky. Small droplets of water splashed onto her as Jiwoo swam around her like a shark.

“Wait Y/n, do you know how Jay proposed to Yin?”

“He didn't- Yin proposed to him and I helped her”

“oh? that seems like something yin would do”

Y/n splashes a bit of water at Jiwoo playfully as she swam over to Miyeon at the rocks, going to sit next to her. Jiwoo joined them but stayed in the water while resting her arms on the rocks in front of them.

“It's a very simple story, One day after the two came back from a visit on the mainland, she brought me aside and showed me an engagement ring. I thought she was telling me that Jay proposed to her, but no! She said that she asked his parents for their blessing and was going to propose to him that night.”

“Awe~ That's adorable, I didn't know our baby girl was such a sweetheart.”

“i'm glad those two are getting married. you should've seen the way the two used to look at each other, but they were so clueless it's annoying just thinking about it”

“Mhmm hmm, anyways, Yin asked me to distract Jay by asking him to help out with stuff. For some reason he was more than welcome to help and guess what. Turns out, he was also planning to propose to Yin too!”

Miyeon and Jiwoo had their mouths open in shock and were lightly hitting each other in excitement despite already knowing the outcome of the story.

“OH MY GOD!!! THEY'RE SO CUTE!!”

“wait, wait, what was yin doing??”

“Baby brought a table and chairs to the beach to have dinner with him, and don't worry, she didn't cook”

“Dinner on the beach?? Sunset dinner.. Yin is such a romantic.”

“Do you want to know something Jay told me after Yin proposed? He said that when he saw Yin that night with the whole thing she set up, he knew that she had beat her to it. So he let her have the moment, said he didn't bring out her ring till the next morning.”

“next morning? oh, you know what that means”

“Please don't say that to me.”

Y/n frowned at Jiwoo's words, “I only want to hear about all the nice and cute romance, none of that other stuff”

“oh boo hoo, if you were twenty again you'd be asking for all the details”

“Eww, Jiwoo hon. I think you're forgetting that this is my daughter”

“Y/n you used to love telling us about details, remember when you talked about that guy you-”

Jiwoo gave Miyeon a look, the latter shutting her mouth quickly as they both knew what she was going to talk about.

“Wait, talked about which guy?”

“Nothing oh- JIWOO!”

Jiwoo grabbed ahold of Miyeon's arm to pull her into the water again. Which will hopefully distract Y/n from what Miyeon was going to say.

“Babe! Did you have to pull me in again??”

“hehe yes, and guess whos next~!”

“Oh no..”

Y/n was also pulled into the water by Jiwoo, who's arm is around the two's waists to keep them close.

“i'm living the life right now, two baddies clinging onto my sides”

“Baddies? Is that an insult?”

“no- it's- do you guys know what it means?”

“Yes..I hear Yin say it”

“and?”

“…Okay Chuu what does it mean..?”

“hotties? your hot.”

“Awe thank you~ You're so sweet!”

“i can’t with you.”

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

author’s note: okay i just realized i do so much more dialogue instead of actual written text 💀💀 i hope thats okay whenever i do the written parts uhm ok bye

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 5.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 5/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

previous chapter 4 link here! | masterlink for his karma!

TW: This chapter contains mentions of SA and violence such as guns etc. If you’re uncomfortable with this I’m sorry </33 skip this.

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the swan of women immediately dragging areum down to a large bathroom, immediately facing her to strip the clothes. the girl mutters confused protests but was soon dragged into a bathtub later. the soft warm silky water with rose petals and crystals surrounding the foundation of the bathtub, the bathroom itself was quite expensive looking which was not a surprise anymore— the entire mansion costs more than areum’s life insurance that’s for sure. the team of ladies slightly gasp at how dirty her arms were.

“miss areum do you not shower often?” the older lady nags slightly like a grandmother would do to their grandchild. areum would gape the obvious, “did you expect me to shower in a house full of mafia?”

the older lady shuts her lips in a thin line as she shrugs understanding her reasoning well. areum feels so unsafe in this mansion, the instructive shower thoughts were not helping either. “forget i asked. luckily sir jeno has paid us millions to get you cleaned and ready for the special occasion.”

areum slides back into the bathtub, “what special occasion?” the ladies shrug not knowing either.

at this point the girl felt like a rag doll being constantly pushed about at different stations of endless levels. once she thinks she is done it turns out there is another thing needing to do to her. the entire thing cost about five hours, areum couldn’t believe how most people do this everyday. all areum does is sheet masks, barely any makeup and style her hair by brushing it!

but the group of ladies were doing things she never imagined before. a wax on the legs even though she barely had any hair to get out, a full hour makeup done, hair styled and neatly washed. the dress itself was work too.

areum looks at her own reflection once it was finally all done. “is this me?” areum states an actual question and the younger lady nods with a soft smile, “yes it is, Uhm miss areum?”

areum looks over to the young girl. “your escort is waiting outside for you.” areum wonders why she needs an escort? And who is escorting her?

jaemin and haechan were brought midway their conversation away from each other as their faces were naturally drawn to the bright red satin long dress on areum’s beautiful curved body that she hardly shown off. haechan unknowingly had flushed cheeks as his lips left out a whoa silently next to jaemin. however jaemin was lost too at the sight of areum all dressed up and glam up.

the two boys swore to themselves she were going to be death to anyone who lay their eyes on her.

“which one of you escorts me?” areum said breaking their eye contact with her. haechan immediately raises his hand up, “me!” with a high pitch voice he said. jaemin slightly raises his eyebrow. “that’s not what you said earlier, haechan.”

the tan boy slightly scoffs, “if i knew she was dressed up that would be a different story wouldn’t it?” areum rolls her eyes walking ahead of the two. “jaemin let’s go,” she calls out.

haechan was more than disappointed but he expected this to happen— after all he often bullies and annoys you around the mansion. jaemin would flash haechan a small grin that screamed ‘suck it loser’ before following areum behind.

jaemin stops outside with areum on the side, the proud grin he flashed haechan faded into a worrisome expression. his eyes were curved into doleful shapes that were dreading this whole situation. even though he is unhappy with areum being placed in this dangerous situation, he spoke with slight positivity. “stay safe,” jaemin would softly tell areum. the beautiful woman in front of him smiles with reassurance beaming forward.

almost melting his every worry for her away. “don’t worry jaemin, i don’t plan on not returning.” areum said with a slight tough attitude. she won’t let anything drag her down.

jeno would come out catching areum and jaemin to glance back to see the man with all white expensive suit from the entrance. he had his hair half slick back and the left bangs styled to be curved, a slight area of his chest and abs were exposed through the suit as he wore no shirt!

his body proportions are insane, areum would never admit it out loud but— Jeno had a knack for looks. jaemin breaking the silence with a nod to the male arrival. “she is ready for the mission sir.”

jeno spares a glance to areum now feeling like he was in a stuck time loop. eyes were glued down on how good she looks, exceeding his expectations. now don’t get him wrong, areum was already quite beautiful. but it was more like she harnessed the beautiful now by even having a fancy dress on. jeno feeling the way his eyes glue her gorgeous red dress exposing the way it was fitting the curves on her in 360 up close, he finally gave a slight short smirk.

“almost didn’t recognise you there, areum. let’s go we don’t have much time to spare.” he said shortly entering the black limo. areum hissed in annoyance at his tiny comments, entering right after him. jaemin made sure to close the door and tap the front window to signal the driver to drive now.

the drive itself to the mysterious location was pretty much full of silence. areum would watch the window all the time through, only once did she spare a glance to jeno was when she spoke to him.

“so will you tell me where we are going or is that some top mafia secret bs?” areum heard jeno darkly chuckle at her fine words of choice to use. always so blunt and direct with him. “you’ll see soon. we are here to pay a visit to a very important man.” he told.

somehow the tone of jeno’s voice made her quiet. areum did not bother asking any more questions. the man in the white suit wore a mysterious yet dangerous dark expression. a look on his face that was surely to leave a shudder down your spine— a look that makes you realise the consequences if you were to mess with him. areum secretly fears that look in his eyes more, something behind those was a dark secret for sure.

arriving to the hotel it was packed with many figures of fancy dressing too. the building itself was gigantic as it held multiple levels full of hotel rooms— it had a giant grande floor that had either a reception for guests to check in or casino room and private night club with alcohol. the other guests and people gossip, chitter chatter with voices overlapping in conversations, a bright red carpet down to the few six stairs to go up to enter the hotel entrance made view in front of jeno and areum when they left the limo.

areum took in the scenery of the hotel very deeply in because she slightly would wow at the sight, looking up to the huge building. she could’ve swore the building would fall on her if she were to look even more. a rough muscular hand travels behind her back until it grips her waist, pulling it forth towards his own body. areum felt the strength from his palm by the way he simply pulls her so easily close to him.

areum flinching slightly, glancing up to jeno who was already staring down at her due to the height difference. his black cold murderous eyes looking in front now as he whispers down to areum warning her. “stick with me unless you wish to die tonight. people who attend this event are all mafias and highly dangerous.”

areum said nothing once again but jeno knew the young woman was going to obey once he starts to walk along holding areum close when entering the hotel.

the hotel itself looks huge outside but it was even bigger on the inside. areum was slightly overwhelmed by how big it is on the inside, it felt like a large globe almost. it had chandeliers hanging from above, white marble staircases going on second flooring, third floor… everyone was dangerous and not trustworthy, yet she didn’t know if she should trust jeno.

jeno was amazing with speaking to other people considering many other mafias leaders were coming up to him so easily. a butler approaches forward to them both, “mr jeno, mr jung is expecting you in his private V.I.P room.” the butler said, wearing the tuxedo that workers wore seemingly. jeno did not spare a single word to him and left making his way to the room.

jeno and areum both arrive at a purple room with many disco balls rotating, that was the only light source of the dark coloured area. large bottles of alcohol— empty and full, scattered on the floor and table. large leather sofa able to take up to twenty people was in both of their sight; so was the man with slick gel hair, milky white smooth skin and pointy dimples, wearing a black tuxedo with golden patterns, no shirt underneath the suit blazer, revealing the large chesty abs so freely.

the man reeked of sex as he held a woman on top of him tightly cupping her curvy bottom body as they were roughly making out with passion. he had about six other girls beside him, some where clothed some where naked, watching the make out session and feeling the man’s built toned and muscular body. a few pole dancers in the background to entertain them.

areum tenses up when jeno casually sat down so freely, she slowly joins him on the couch but she was way more awkward about the situation. i mean it was literally a man making out with a woman in front of her, there was no way areum wasn’t going to feel uncomfortable with this.

jaehyun pulls away now pushing the girl that he was just minutes kissing with off him on the floor, he moves his attention onto the younger male and a new woman beside him he never met before. “Jeno! Good to see you” jaehyun with an upbeat laugh said pouring whiskey from the bottle into a small clear glass for jeno. the younger male smirks, reaching to grab the glass and now sipping from it with his lips.

“you too hyung. looks like you’re still in your bachelor era.” jeno comments as the amount of woman touching and worshipping his body was still happening in front of them both. the older man had a proud smile, jaehyun loves woman and he mostly loves sex itself. he finds pleasure a give or take.

“and you seemingly found yourself a very beautiful doll,” as jaehyun would nod towards areum finally acknowledging her existence beside jeno. once doing so, areum felt her body tense, she raised her eyebrow up wondering what the man is about to say. Jaehyun continues speaking, “tell me about her jeno, i find her really mysterious. how much for her so i could use her for a night, what do you say about that?” somehow jeno held a sheepish smirk glancing back at her, he knew exactly how areum would react.

areum quickly shots in defence full of bluntness equalling to a gun shooting someone. that is how quick areum spoke back to Jaehyun, not having any slight of degrading come towards her. “i am not for sale nor am i some mere whore you think you could fuck and dip as much as you please.” those striking words left jaehyun with a slight wide mouth and eyes, he couldn’t believe his ears and eyes at first; wondering if this was true what he heard and saw. a woman talking back to him? so rare.

jeno shakes his head. “it is a long story, i would rather not get into it the detail because it is quite a pain in the ass explaining.” he truthfully admits. areum mentally laughs at jeno in her head when he said this, ‘yeah because you cannot do your job correctly,’ areum thought to herself.

“i see, is she still up for sale?” jaehyun quirks up. jeno with a slight hint of annoyance in his eyes slowly allows his hand to travel on to areum’s thighs, letting it rest on there. “she is not up for sale, hyung.” jeno tells. jaehyun’s face scrunches up at his words finding them utterly weird and unfamiliar. “that is so unlike you jeno, we always share. will you not even allow a threesome with her?” jaehyun would say, areum saw jeno’s body act defensive for her sake.

yet jeno’s tone of voice was not matching the way his body was acting. “you know what you’re right,” jeno adds. “this is unlike me. we can share her.”

when areum thought she could trust jeno as he temporarily was protecting her, he suddenly turns on areum by agreeing to the most heinous thing. her face quickly turns to jeno with wide fearful eyes. “jeno what are you doing..” areum whispers under her breathe. the male next to her gave no reply back.

jaehyun loudly claps his hands together happily, “there is the jeno that i know!”

the girls belonging to jaehyun were ordered to leave the V.I.P room immediately, some left with relief but there were also some who left with a glare and disappointment when being told to leave so suddenly while on their work; they gave areum the most dirty looks as if she were competition to them.

areum sank deep into the leather black sofa that jaehyun instantly threw the girl on like she weight nothing. the muscular figure pinning as he hovers on top of areum forcefully. something about the way areum was hard to gain, hard to break down; the way she looks so scared but she is fighting no matter what, it somehow intriguingly brings jaehyun forward to the young woman in front of him. not only was she beautiful, but she was strong.

jaehyun wants to take his time breaking aruem down to pieces.

his tone leaned anatomy gliding down to the young woman who stared at him with disgust and fear— something jaehyun has never saw in a woman when he is pursing. a hand grips areum’s wrists down into the leather sofa more once a rough kiss latch onto her mouth forcefully.

immediately it was broken time to time as areum shouts with protests into the air. “get the fuck away from me!”

jeno watches from the side with the glass of whiskey in his hand stirs around gently. jaehyun rips his suit apart revealing the toned clean abs, and now were undressing areum’s dress from the top body first, shoulders exposed cleanly, the red silky satin dress lowered to show now the chest and cleavage out.

areum with flush on her face starts to feel utterly hopeless, like she’s lost an on going war to protect herself from the evil like she said she would to jaemin. jeno’s ear flinch everytime he hears areum scream and shout for help.

what hurt jeno the most to hear was ‘jeno help me!’

something with areum’s helpless voice was truly scared and frightened made jeno unsure, uncertain of his decisions. but it all came down to his large ego; and his ego wasn’t going to care.

Jaehyun laughs at the attempts knowing fully well that no one would help her because mafia leaders know better than get involved in other mafias businesses. areum having her chest fully exposed now towards jaehyun we’re targeted with his teeth sinking deep in her clean skin, neck line was fully bruised as he made his way down to the upper chest.

areum felt tears streaming down her cheeks. this was both humiliating and terrifying for her.

jeno watches with guilt overtaking him a little. but he cannot figure out why. he has never felt guilty for anyone before. so why her?

jaehyun on the other hand was having the time of his life, chuckling down sadistically at how areum was crying. mascara smeared a tiny bit, yet still looking beautiful. he loves the way areum tastes on his lips so addictively. he moans into areum’s ear on purpose, holding a hand over her mouth with her screams muffled completely. “jeno she really is like no other female, come join us.” jaehyun demands.

“jeno…” he hears the girl beneath jaehyun call out, hyperventilating with her chest. one last time as if it were her last call for help— as if she were now abandoning hope forever and accepting that her fate was to get assaulted in this moment and forward.

jeno thickly gulps once being told by the older male. areum’s eyes glaring down towards jeno the entire time, eyes begging him at this point with her half exposed body in sight. “stop.”

jaehyun would freeze hearing those unfamiliar strand of words coming from the man. he backs away from areum’s exposed body, raising eyebrow at jeno in confusion. “why stop? do you perhaps want to go first, because you can if you want to.”

jeno would grit his teeth, “no. i’m taking her back.” as he said this he’d drop the glass of whiskey standing up. jaehyun was left dumbfounded by this sudden demure changing, watching the younger mafia leader collect the girl by grabbing her wrist up. areum was tightly held into his chest.

immediately after the incident he left the private room belonging to Jaehyun, and quickly booking a hotel room for them both.

once the two figures enter the room, areum pushes jeno off her body as she walks to the far corner of the large window with a view overlooking the beautiful city at night with starry black sky full of stars. the woman lifts the red dress up fixing it back on, however it did not help with the kiss bruises on her neck that she found disgusting itself considering it came from jaehyun.

“areum,” jeno calls out. she shakes her face holding it in her palms, “leave. get out.” she coldly states. jeno in disbelief laughs a little, not believing how she could say this to him. “that’s not what you say to someone who saved you.” jeno said.

that was areum’s last straw of patience. the young woman felt those emotions from earlier where she stares at jeno watching her without any sign of help from him. the fear, the anger, the shame and humiliation. it all came back to areum. most important thing she felt was disappointment because she did believe in jeno.

“save? save?!” areum shouts, jeno watches areum in slight shock when the woman in front with smeared makeup and look so broken, actually be able to throw a large slap across his face. “jeno, you didn’t save me. you caused it to happen in the first place.” she spat with venom, trembling lips on a brick of breaking down. the body shaking, forward as she looks back up at jeno who held his face down to the ground with the red hand print on his left side face.

he truly felt a sudden stinging pain once the slap hit him but that was not the only thing he felt.

jeno felt a rush of guilt and sorry once again but his pride was the only thing on his mind. “what did i do Hm? didn’t i tell you not to trust anyone here.” his dark voice soothed forward. “including me. don’t tell me you trusted me?” he spoke mockingly, finding areum naive if she did for a single little bit of trust into him.

“areum, there is a saying.” he quickly said. areum was quiet but her breathe ragged once jeno leans his voice closer, glaring down at her. “keep your friends close but your enemies closer. you were saved by me because if i didn’t step in— jaehyun would be fucking you right under my nose and treating you like his other hoes.”

he felt a hand creep up to his collar immediately pushing and pinning him to the door roughly. “get out.” the fact that jeno is trying to justify himself to areum is already as triggering as it was. the man has no objections he was willing to leave.

jeno said nothing but sharpens his glare before he left the room with a large slam behind areum caused by the male leaving. areum turns around the room grabbing the nearest object— which turns out being a vase thrown right at the wall. she yells out a sob falling on the knees. her own arms hugging herself as a way to cope with the loneliness and fear from the incident earlier. only thing she could think of that calms her down is Jisung, her brother.

jeno stood outside the hotel door leaning on it. he could hear her muffled sobs getting quieter the more he lingers to the door, he shuts his eyes exhaling out deeply. he stood outside waiting for at least thirty minutes, he can’t believe he is doing that.

as jeno was leaning onto the door within the same moment two unfamiliar figures were standing not so far from him with a gun clicking. he averts eyes opening in surprise, he wasn’t expecting THEM to appear here at this event.

“found you.”

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AHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS LOONG.

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The new manager of dream is nothing like the ones they’d had before, and Jaehyun can't help but follow her around like a magnet.

genre: fluff, crack.

warnings: dumb jaehyun, he tries to be smooth but fails miserably, mentions of sassaengs, this whole fic feels like a fever dream.

☞ taglist: @morningsunandnightsky @soberhani @aaasteroidsky @chenlewifey @piaozhisheng @doeilovr @aedreamzy @multistan30

falling masterlist

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“Jeno, stand behind me.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.” A fan suddenly crashed against your body, urging to touch Jeno as you shielded him with your body. “Help.” You squeaked.

The bodyguards came as fast as they could, dragging the crazy fan away from the group of boys.

“So cool, noona.” Jaemin gasped, amazed at the bravery his previous managers had lacked.

“Come on, boys, let's get you to the car as soon as possible.” They'd just finished recording a variety show, but as soon as you exited, a horde of fans was already waiting for them. It was barely your first month at your new work, and it was definitely more challenging than you'd ever imagined.

“You should become our bodyguard too, you're much more capable than those bulky men.” Chenle whined from the back seat as you ordered them to put on their seatbelts.

Jeno was sitting beside you, face bright red while he huffed with anger.

“Everything alright, Jen?” You started the engine, setting the navigation to the company building.

“I hate them so much.”

“Don't worry about it, I'll talk to Mr. Lee to see what we can do about it.”

As soon as you arrived at Kwangya, every staff member started clapping at you, some even going as far as hugging you. You gave them a questioning look, to which they showed you the video of you acting as a human wall for Jeno.

“Everyone in this building is swooning over you. A dozen of artists have stormed into Mr. Lee's office to ask him to transfer you to their staff.” Your cheeks burnt with embarrassment as you made your way through the crowd to reach Dream’s practice room.

“Raise your hands all in favor to start a simp club for y/n.” Haechan, as chaotic as ever, proposed, raising his hand firmly as the other 6 followed. “I shall proclaim myself as the president.”

“Stop. Start practicing, I'll go to the big boss's office.”

“But you need to rate our dancing.” Haechan whined, pulling at your knitted cardigan.

“Keep testing me and I’ll switch units.”

(...)

127’s group chat became chaos minutes after Yuta sent the viral video of dream’s manager. Mark was the first one to point out how amazing working with you was, followed by Haechan, who encouraged them to visit them during practice to talk to you. Jaehyun, who usually remained stoic, felt a spark of curiosity for the new manager, so he agreed to visit their practice room with Yuta and Doyoung, who were eager to meet a fellow sassaeng hater.

“Is your manager here?” Yuta’s red-haired head peeped through the half-open door.

“She went to complain about our bodyguards with Mr. Lee.” Jisung answered, smiling proudly at his more than capable noona.

“Do y’all think asking for her hand would be too much for our first encounter?”

“No, I think that's a great idea.” A foreign female voice interrupted the conversation, making them all jolt and tackle down Yuta by accident.

You helped him up, accepting his apologetic smile while a certain someone’s eyes kept trained on your figure, boring wholes into your back.

“Are you here for any particular reason?” They followed you inside, sharing a few hugs with their youngest members.

“Doyoung.” The trio pushed said man in front of them, urging him to explain.

“Uh...we just wanted to, uhm, thank you for taking such good care of them. Though we're jealous not to have you with our unit.” His flirty tone was less than amusing to Jaehyun, who simply scoffed. But that tone could be easily mistaken to be addressed to you, as if you weren't nearly as good as Doyoung described you to be.

“Thank you. I'm y/n.” You shook everyone's hands, only briefly touching Jaehyun’s since he retrieved it quickly after your palms touched.

His hands were sweaty, and he was more than worried you'd notice. He didn't want to give a bad first impression. Though, unknowingly, he'd already achieved just that.

Your first thought of Jung Yoonoh was that he was rude. He was always accompanying the Dreamies, yet, he never even spared you a glance. Or so you thought. He was always secretly glancing at you, be it from the mirror or a mere reflection on the glass.

It became painfully frustrating to have you scooting away every time he'd try to seat by your side. His relationship with you seemed to be the worst amongst all the members, who'd taken the habit of calling you noona (even Taeil, who was older than you).

“I heard you got some bodyguards fired.” Jaehyun tried to start a conversation, his accent a bit more annoyed than he'd intended it to be. Why did he keep visiting if he didn't like you?

“They weren't doing their job correctly and I can't act as a human wall for much longer.” He hummed, eyeing your hands discreetly. They seemed like they could perfectly fit between his.

“Hyung, come here.” Mark called him, interrupting his daily session of daydreaming.

“What’s up?”

“Why do you keep looking at y/n like she has the plague?” His eyebrows knitted together in clear confusion.

“What do you mean by that? I'm flirting, Mark.” Hyuck, who was barely a few feet away, let out the most mocking laugh no one had ever heard. “What's so funny?”

“If that's your way of flirting I'm surprised you haven't thrown a shoe at her face.”

“Look, perhaps you don't see it, but to everyone, it looks like you despise her. Even Jisung noticed it, and he never notices anything.” Mark cut in, trying to avoid hurting his feelings. “Try to stop looking at her like she smells, okay?”

“I don't- fine, I'll try to change my methods.”

You sighed as you saw the big man walking back to you, wondering what insulting tone would he acquire this time. But instead of the severe face he usually kept, he smiled, showing off his dimples and whiskers. Hadn't there been a wall behind you, you would've turned around to see if that gesture was directed to someone else.

“What are you doing?” He sat down again, closer this time, glancing at your laptop screen with an eyebrow raised.

“Putting together Jaemin’s schedule for the month.” He made a big O with his mouth as he scooted uncomfortably closer, his musky scent taking over your senses.

“You work so hard, noona.”

“What?” Your brain shortcutted for a moment before you rose on your feet, overwhelmed by the sudden change in his interaction. “Uhm, I should go to the cafeteria. I'm feeling a bit hungry.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, no, you need to get to practice. Taeyong must be waiting for you.”

“But-”

“See you.”

His new approach was no better than the previous one, managing to scare you off even more. Through Chenle, he found out you lived a door away from their apartment. Every time he could, he'd visit the members, just to have an excuse to meet you outside of the company.

“Just confess already. She won't take the hint, especially if you keep acting like you have five different personalities.” Jeno suggested, tired of having his hyung stuck to them all day long.

“Go and ring her doorbell.” Renjun encouraged, busy painting a flower on a canvas.

“What if she doesn't open the door?”

“Just go!” Everyone shouted in unison, forcing the eldest to fulfill their desires.

It didn't even take a minute before you showed yourself through the door, hair wet from taking a shower.

“Jaehyun?”

“Hi.” You wondered whether letting him in was the appropriate thing to do, but closing the door in his face seemed unfit for a manager.

“Come in.” He carefully took his shoes off, perfectly aligning them before stepping into your home. Everything was very clean, matching your organized personality. “Is there any reason for your visit?”

“Oh...how can I say this?” He scratched the back of his neck as you poured water into two cups. “First of all, what do you think of me?” The cups almost fell from your hands at the odd question.

“Why are you asking me this all of the sudden?” All of the sudden? He’d been flirting with you for a month now!

“I like you very much but you don't seem to like me back.” You didn't understand the true meaning of his words at first.

“I like you all too. You're very hardworking people and-”

“Not like that. I like you as in I feel the need to kiss you this very moment.” Jaehyun was an odd human being. Sometimes too straightforward for his own good.

“I’m very flattered, but to be honest, I haven't thought of you like that. Until now, I was sure you hated me.”

“I thought I was being obvious.” His hands covered the expanse of his face, shielding him from the embarrassment your glance implied. “Do I have any chances with you or should I just jump out of the window to avoid any further embarrassment?” You snorted, finally getting a peek of the real Jaehyun. Not the characters he played in front of you.

“If you stop acting constipated around me, I might give you a chance. Secretly, of course, I don't wanna lose my job.”

“Acting constipated? Now I get where the members got their cruelty from.” You laughed, a real laugh. Not like the awkward ones you'd usually offer him.

“I was just going to offer you water so you'd leave faster, but now I'm intrigued. Wanna have a cup of coffee?” His pointy fangs peeked from under his lips.

“That's the least you can do after offending me.”

“Alright, Mr. Resentment. It feels like I'm finally getting to know you better.” You sat on the couch, tapping your side to invite him to do the same.

“Does it, noona?” He leaned in to whisper the pet name, sending shivers down your spine.

“I like this new Jaehyun better.”

“And the best is yet to come.”

[jaredstrout]

one question - the better

Azula was fuming when she reached the train and put her mount back into the train´s stable wagon. She noticed that Mai and Ty Lee must have gotten back already, at least their mongoose lizards were already there. 

She wondered what had gone down there, as the waterbender had joined forces with the rest of these enemies and traitors, who had managed to corner Azula. With the Avatar having gotten away from her there was little to win, but she had noticed that the tall warrior boy had been missing in the little group surrounding her.

When she entered the wagon they had equipped as their mobile home Azula found a brooding and still damp Mai sitting in the living room they had set up in there. That would explain the waterbender being there to help the Avatar. “Where´s Ty Lee?” Azula asked within the moment she noticed Mai. Before the still wet girl could answer Azula heard a giggle from Ty Lee´s room...and arched an eyebrow.

Mai had noticed how Azula had heard the sound and just returned to stare angry holes into the wall so Azula investigated herself. As she opened the door to Ty Lee´s room she found her friend sitting on a chair next to her bed...although she was not directly sitting on it. 

Azula could see the legs in blue pants from beneath Ty Lee and also the arms going behind the chair, telling Azula, that the tribesman was probably tied to the chair and as Ty Lee noticed the intruder and let go of the boy´s mouth the rather handsome boy squirmed, giving Azula a short view of his hands tied together with a pink scarf or so. It also hinted that the kissing had not been his idea, although with all Azula as a princess knew about boys (very little) and could see as people´s person (a lot) once Ty Lee jumped away from the boy´s lap...she assumed he had not protested too much.

“Ah...Azula...I was...interrogating the prisoner.” Ty Lee mumbled with a blush. The boy blushed as well, but was smart enough not to say a word. Azula stared at her friend. “I cannot help but notice that he could not say much when I came in here.” she noted. “Oh uhm yes...I wanted to...improve his opinion of the Fire Nation first.” Ty Lee said. Azula stared at her. “Out!” she said flatly. Ty Lee started to walk out. “Please...don´t hurt him” Her friend begged before a cold glare made her move out. The boy stared at Azula with an angry glare, but she could see that it was a mask to hide his fear. “I won´t tell you anything!” he hissed. Azula smiled. She liked that.

“Oh you will...once you know what I want from you!” she said and made a step closer, her face covered in a nasty smirk. She watched him squirm on the chair, tried to get up but Azula´s hands darted out to grab him and push him back on the chair. He stared at her, the big blue eyes full of fear as Azula hovered above him. She was going to commit a horrible crime and if anyone but her closest friends were around she´d probably have to kill them afterwards, to make sure nobody ever knew what she was going to do to the boy now.

Outside Ty Lee could hear a fearful yelp...then silence.

“You cheated!” The accusation hung over the table. Azula calmly put her sticks next to the almost empty plate. Only a few remains of the roasted chicken-pig with spiced rice remained. “I did? I don´t think so...I merely demonstrated that skill can come from theoretical knowledge...and beat experience.” Azula said. She glanced at the door, where Sokka came in with a lare plate of fresh dumplings. “Our common enemy has testified that.” She said as Sokka put several dumplings on each of the girl´s plates. Then he suddenly took one back from Azula´s plate...without getting incinerated. “Former enemy.” he insisted. Azula looked at him, surprisingly calm considering that he had more or less stolen one of her dumplings. “Former enemy” she agreed. 

Ty Lee decided to have her dumplings, before anyone would steal hers and moaned. “Oh that is soo good...where did you learn to cook?” she asked her new chef. Sokka shrugged. “Well we travel a lot...and my sister didn´t like to cook for us all the time...and I just like good food.” he said. “Your sister is a smart girl.” Azula said with a grin. Sokka nodded. “She is close to me...I´d like it if you would not hurt her in the future.” he said and Azula took a bite from her dumplings. “She is lucky.” Azula said after a long moment of enjoying the dumpling. 

“And now...the spoils for the winner...I´ll have my dessert in my room.” Azula said and got up to take Sokka´s arm to lead him to her room. “No fair!” Ty Lee complained and Azula looked back over her shoulder. “You had your chance to convince him...but he said I am the better kisser.” A very smug Azula then disappeared with the new chef and Ty Lee was not sure if she should be jealous or excited over the two.

Then she noticed that Mai had been more quiet than usual...and found her missing...as well as Ty Lee´s dumplings. “You too Mai?”

[hyunsuks-beanie]

It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

[hwangsies]

just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

-

"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

-

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

-

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

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a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍