#angst scneario

[perfectlyoongi]

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who knows his mistake was falling in love with you, but would do it again if you gave him a second chance. and it was just a second chance that he asked, that he begged. let Jungkook make the same mistakes. let Jungkook learn from his mistakes. let Jungkook love one more time so he can stop being in love with you. Jungkook was full of devotion, an ocean of pure love ran inside him desperately looking for a beach where he could delight and calm all the turmoil that existed inside him. just one more time. just one more kiss. just one more touch. just another chance was all Jungkook asked for because, even though his downfall was rooted in his devotion, Jungkook knew nothing more than loving you. it was a reality for Jungkook for years, an eternal life, and it was all he knew — let him live his life once again, that was all Jungkook asked for. “i should have seen this ending coming for myself, but it never stopped me from loving you. i allowed myself to feel because i knew you would never leave me. so why did you leave? why don’t you come back to me?”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who has a table full of bouquets of flowers that he never gave you. Jungkook could never get rid of that annoying habit of buying you flowers whenever a day was more beautiful or a special date was approaching — it had been a constant in Jungkook’s life to offer you several bouquets of flowers. there was always love in the bright colors of the flowers, a little understanding in some branches, complete fascination in the various leaves and all the flowers, all the bouquets, contained much more than Jungkook’s love. the bouquets had hope blossoming between the many petals; hope for a repeated past, hope for an altered present, hope for a future with you. but, no matter how colorful the bouquets were, no matter how bright the flowers were, they all had the same fate when bought by Jungkook; without any support or water, Jungkook just placed the bouquets on the table, looking at them with regret, hating himself a little for having succumbed to that habit of his that was only born with you. and the bouquets piled up. and Jungkook didn’t throw away the bouquets. there, on that table adorned with the destruction of his love, lay all of Jungkook’s devotion, a withered devotion that had no one as the object of its desires. “today i bought you a bouquet again. i just wanted to tell you that i bought your favorite flowers. they will always be here waiting for you. please, come and get them when you can.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who feels his heart break every time he hears news about you. it was as if every word about you was loaded with sharp daggers that stabbed heavily into Jungkook’s heart and made him bleed tears of longing and hurt. hearing any information about you destroyed Jungkook. you got your promotion? you didn’t celebrate with him. you adopted a new cat? you didn’t ask Jungkook for name suggestions. you were okay? how could you be okay if Jungkook felt smaller and smaller, breaking into insignificant fragments that scattered wherever Jungkook passed in hopes of finding you and clinging to you? how could you be happy when Jungkook counted all the stars at night in hopes of one of them granting his wish for you to return to him? each piece of news burned hotter than the next, Jungkook’s small, fragile heart turning to paper, burning with the flames of insignificance and neglect — so much news about you and none about how much you missed Jungkook. “i heard you finally managed to buy the house you wanted. it’s still strange to imagine you in a house different than mine, but i want you to know that i’m really happy for you.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who swears his lips were dry with all the words he didn’t get to say to you. Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time he felt like his lips were his — since the beginning of time it was clear that Jungkook’s sweet lips belonged to you; every word Jungkook said was adorned with your smiles and sweet laughs; every song Jungkook recited was framed with your beauty and essence; all the kisses Jungkook gave you were star-lit, all the constellations creating stories about you. for years, Jungkook’s lips belonged to you — now that you were gone, you’ve stopped taking care of them. your negligence appeared in rough form on Jungkook’s lips, no amount of lip balm being able to replace the lack you did to them. slowly, Jungkook’s lips were forgetting about you, getting rid of the skin you once touched, pushing with it all the words Jungkook liked to have said to you. “i love you and i want a life with you. i don’t think i can handle a life without you by my side. please stay.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who stops sleeping because he can’t bear to dream about anything other than you. between sleepless nights and random dreams, Jungkook always chose to spend his nights sitting on the couch with the television on, his eyes staring but his mind running through memories and scenarios of when those restless nights were shared with you. how could Jungkook dream about anything if he only wanted you? he didn’t have any control over his dreams — he wanted to dream about you, but Jungkook knew he didn’t control his mind and he preferred to forbid his brain from creating any comfort for his heart rather than live experiences not worth living, just because there was no you.

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who burns all the memories he has with you in the hope of being able to forget you. all the photos that had a touch of your magic were deleted from his cell phone, but not before printing them and throwing them in the fire; all the letters you exchanged with Jungkook when he traveled the world were thrown into the fire without a second thought; all the tickets to the movies you went were consumed by the hot flames of a fire of revolt and devastation. standing in front of the fire, seeing his entire life reduced to the same ashes that dusted his heart, Jungkook was static, no emotion behind his eyes glazed over in the fire; seeing the flames dancing, consuming everything he was, Jungkook could onl—

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who stopped loving all the details about himself that made you fall in love with him — if you had stopped loving Jungkook, why would he love himself?

[niki-phoria]

Helloooooo can I request a song fic with yeonjun x male reader with Taylor swift's song "enchanted"? It gives me 'they broke up predebut but years later after meeting decided to try again' vibes LMFAOOO I VERY MUCH LIKE YOUR WORK AND OMFG I SAW THE LISTS OF YOUR UPCOMING WORKS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AUTHOR LOVE YOUUU

pairing: yeonjun x male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: angstish to fluff word count: 504

includes: exes to lovers, not exactly a songfic but based on the bridge of enchanted by taylor swift, the reunion part is kinda awkward lol, they both cry

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) and i love you too <33 based on this prompt list from @novelbear

“y/n?” yeonjun whispers in disbelief. turning around to face him, you freeze at the sight of the man before you. you blink once. twice. three times. he tenses as he watches the recognition set in. 

you look different than he remembers. you’ve grown into your features since the last time he first saw you. you were only a nervous high schooler then - anxiously fidgeting with your fingers with each step you took, face littered with acne, and voice cracking with nearly every syllable that left your lips. 

a soft smile pulls at the corners of your lips after a few seconds, much to yeonjun’s shock. the tension in your shoulders relaxes slightly. “yeonjun?” 

“it’s good to see you again,” he finally murmurs. 

you nod, if not a little stiffly. “you too.”

“are you… seeing anyone?”

you bite your bottom lip, eyes flickering down towards the ground before you meet his gaze once again. “no. not since…”

since me, yeonjun thinks. not since i left.

guilt racks through him at your admission. he uncomfortably shifts underneath your gaze, readjusting the position of his hands in his pockets. “yeah, uh… me neither.”

you awkwardly purse your lips before taking a small step backwards. “maybe i should go,” you whisper, more to yourself than him.

“y/n, wait,” yeonjun catches your wrist in his hand before he can stop himself. he lets go almost immediately, though neither of you attempt to make any other movements. “the worst thing that i’ve ever done was leave you that night,” he whispers. tears sting at the corners of his eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

yeonjun’s hands tremble as he cups your face between his hands. you let yourself relax into his touch, coiling yourself even closer to his skin. despite the time that’s passed, he still knows how to make you shiver. how to calm you down. how to make you feel loved.

squeezing your eyes shut, you let instinct take over. your grip is unrelenting around yeonjun’s shoulders, tightly pressing your bodies together. your head still fits into the crook of his neck like it used to. his hands feel warm when they wrap around your waist, sending familiar shivers down your spine. your tears mix together; hearts beating in sync, replicating a pattern you haven’t felt in years but still remember. 

“i never stopped loving you,” you choke out. tears roll down your cheeks in waves. 

“i love you too,” yeonjun sniffles. you can barely make out his silhouette in front of you through your blurry vision. he reaches up to rest a hand against your face, gently pressing your foreheads together. “can you give me another chance?”

pain stings in your chest. it rattles your lungs each time you breathe. despite your better judgement, a selfish part of you wants to cling to yeonjun. despite your better judgement, you pull him even closer. despite your better judgement, you don’t let go. “please don’t make me regret this.”

“you won’t,” he whispers. “i promise you won’t.”

[yangsrose]

word count: 706 words

pairing: non-idol!mingi x reader

genre: slice of life?

warnings: reader almost gets hurt!!

authors notes: i really didn't know how to end this lol i hope it's still good ;-;

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You rubbed your tired eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, despite it being the middle of what would prove to be yet another long day. Even though you had been in your current job for the past six months, you never seemed to get used to the busy days filled with a workload that never seemed to wane and only seemed to increase as time passed on. You sighed and willed your mind to think of something else, not wanting your already short lunch break to be ruined by thoughts of your workload. 

You looked around the train, seeing different people than what you were used to seeing during your morning and evening commutes. Here, people seemed more relaxed, and mainly used to trains to go grocery shopping or to meet friends rather than the usual hustle that you were used to with the rest of the people using the train. You were in awe at how little people there were on the train, as opposed to the packed environment that you were used to being in. As you looked around the small train car, you accidentally made eye contact with a tall man who seemed to be around your age. He gave you a small smile, which you returned before hastily looking away, choosing to instead focus on the ground. 

In your observations, however, you failed to notice how you were now leaning against the train door, and how the train was about to reach another station to pick up more passengers. You felt the support leave your back as the door opened, causing you to let out a small shriek and grab onto anything that would break your fall. All you felt was air and you closed your eyes hoping that somehow you would fall onto the platform and not onto the tracks, sparing you any harm. What you didn’t expect, however, was a pair of arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you back into the train car as the door was about to close on you. As you felt the train move out of the station, you slowly opened your eyes, not knowing what to expect when you opened them. 

Instead of the station roof that you expected to would be faced with, you were instead staring at the man that you had smiled at before, his face close to yours and etched with an expression of worry as he looked at you for any signs of hurt or discomfort. 

“I’m y/n” you said, internally slapping yourself at the way that you essentially blurted out the first thing that has come to your mind. 

“I’m Mingi. Are you hurt?” the man asked, pulling you up from your slightly dipped position. You quickly shook your head, face becoming hot as you noticed how he still hadn’t moved his arm from your waist. He let out a sigh of relief, casting a small smile in your direction. You felt your heart melt at the smile, and just when you thought it couldn’t happen, your face became even more red, causing you to awkwardly cough as you tried to play off your timidness at his proximity. He finally seemed to remember that he was still holding you and let go of your waist, his face also slightly reddening as he took a few steps back to give you your space. The train began to slow down as it reached the next station, which just so happened to be the one that you were getting off at. 

“I was just heading out for lunch, do you want to join me? I could repay you for basically saving my life.” you said, blurting out the words at a rapid pace so that he wouldn’t get the wrong idea. Mingi smiled and nodded, replying with a small “I would like that” while giving his hand to help you get off the train. You took his hand and exited, both of you making your way to the restaurant where you had planned to get lunch. 

You held onto Mingi’s hand as the both of you walked to the restaurant, gladly accepting the unplanned encounter that was somehow turning your gloomy day a bit brighter.

[melonlthawne]

What's your thoughts on Bart seeming to be de-aged again in current comics? Do you prefer it or prefer they stuck to what his actual age should be?

honestly? as much as im a sucker for writing/reading comics with kid/baby characters im not too happy with what theyre possibly doing with bart. continously ignoring the fact at this point the yj crew should at least be 19, nothing less, is really giving me some frustration as im sure other bart stans will tell you. i like when i can use the de-aging trope for cute scnearios/angsts but this is just...kinda irritating. theres no reason that a character who was 15-16~ in the 2000s still hasnt aged at all, infact seeming to be potrayed YOUNGER than like, wally's kids, for example.

idk this is kind of all over the place but tldr im not thrilled with it. i wish they'd let bart and his generation of heroes grow up. its tiring. characters being high-school aged for their entire comic lifespan is annyoing as fuck.

[aeonged]

love is a bitch – (chaeryeong, l.)

genre ㅡ ⋆ angst? idk chaeryeong and reader is stupid shit in love

cw ㅡ ⋆ toxic relationship, curse words

word count ㅡ ⋆ 1.3k

synopsis ㅡ ⋆ love is a bitch, and so is she

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The downpour rain fell all over the city. Chaeryeong still on bed with her love in her arms. Again, you staying over on her place after the altercation you had with your parents last night, your mom to be exact. The unpleasant gaze plastered on her face upon seeing Chaeryeong for the first time should be enough, but you were madly in love with her you placed no interest on minding the fact Chaeryeong doesn’t pass your mom. Having a reality check, you do realize she was toxic, possessive, manipulative, and unrealistic most of the times. Being in a state of too drunk in love, what can you do about it?

“Chaeryeong is a fool and so are you.” Your mother said. Just when the words came out of her mouth, you stormed into your room. Locking the door and called for Chaeryeong to pick you up. It didn’t take long to spot Chaeryeong’s car outside your house. The windows were a safe route as an escape, knowing well your parents were on the living room, and would see you go out with your packed suitcase. Surely impossible for them to ignore you with that state, moreover the fight you just had with your mother.

Then the both of you went to her apartment, having a session of cuddles and Netflix before continuing to a hot session of make out and then sleeping in each other’s embrace.

Chaeryeong is wild. You thought that would be a proper word to describe her. Would go out to parties or club almost every night and went home without knowing the word sober itself. You weren’t such a party animal yourself, but is fine with the idea of Chaeryeong living her early adulthood as long as she’s careful and responsible of herself. You just asked for a few things and a few only; always control herself and make sure to not put herself in any dangerous situation, perhaps sticking with a sober friend who could be on her aid if anything happens. Knowing it might be impossible to do that while being intoxicated, you just wanted her to be safe. It’s not one or a two time thing upon having to bail Chaeryeong for doing some stupid shit which involved her to be brought to the police office, or not being available to contact, then waking up on random streets the next day. She always told you that it’s nothing serious, and she’ll always be safe. So stupid and ignorant of her to say that, you thought, it would always lead you both to an argument. A never ending argument.

“How can I keep control of myself while I’m drunk? Now you tell me. At least I’m still alive.” Chaeryeong said, full of anger. Her sharp glaze shot to you as you sighed in annoyance, and in defeat, shooting back a glare to her.

“You know what? Fuck this shit. Anything happens to you? Deal with it yourself. I’m done.” You burst back at her, full of anger as well. Collecting your things, you slammed the door shut right in front of her face.

ㅤ

“Hey, it’s Lia. Your girl’s a mess. Can you pick her up?”

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The next thing you knew was you were driving to a club mentioned by Lia, one of Chaeryeong’s for-lifers. Lia kept saying Chaeryeong’s a crying and throwing up mess, saying she’s trash, and she loved you too much. While surfing through the crowd of the dance floor, neither did Lia or Chaeryeong did you see, but Ryujin, also a friend of theirs. Escorting you to the bathroom, you saw Chaeryeong cornered while crying, Lia on her side trying to calm her down. Thanking her friends and apologizing for bothering their fun, you then brought Chaeryeong out of the club. Bringing her back to her apartment, you placed Chaeryeong on the couch. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep, as you gently cleaned her. Her sleep talk accompanied you while you cleaned her up, saying she was sorry, she was trash, she loved you too much. You smiled at her, kissing her forehead before leaving to your house.

The next morning Chaeryeong appeared on your doorstep, bringing a bag of your favorite sweets and expressing her deep apology. The two of you kissed by the doorstep. A meaningful kiss that you don’t know wasn’t actually meaningful then led the both of you to your room until it got a little bit sloppy and handsy.

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Chaeryeong is very possessive and overly protective. Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t breath while having you under her supervision. Her eagle like visions captured everything you do, then interprets everything from her own assumption. As you can guess, it always leads to fights.

“The fuck are you wearing? Change that.” it’s literally burning outside, you might melt.

“You’re talking to other people now? How romantic.” that’s your childhood best friend you were talking to.

“It’s like I don’t matter anymore now that you replied to my text once every century.” you were taking a nap, how could you reply to such text.

You do love her, out of her possessiveness and unrealistic matters. She’s kind, loving, and affectionate. It’s almost a year since you started dating, and been almost a year too did the frequent fights you had with your parents for not wanting Chaeryeong to be your girlfriend. You knew they wanted to best for you, but the pain and the happiness, it’s all on you, you just can’t bring yourself to listen to them. You always thought that they should worry less and just trust you and Chaeryeong. There were also times where you thought about giving up with her, but every time the thought came up, Chaeryeong has always something that makes you love her even more.

The rain continuously pours outside, as you snapped out the waves of your thoughts about leaving Chaeryeong. Your eyes fell to her, who securely had her arms wrapped around you, soft snores escaping from her lips. Biting your lip, you gave her one last glance. Maybe if you left her now without making a lot of moves, she wouldn’t notice. Slowly and steadily, you wiggled yourself out of your embrace. Being a heavy sleeper, Chaeryeong shouldn’t notice this. You’ve made up your mind. No matter how Chaeryeong would react to this, this has to stop.

“Baby.” Chaeryeong called out in her morning voice, quickly wrapping her arms back around your waist. You sighed, looking back at her.

“Stay with me.” Chaeryeong’s heavy morning voice said, both her arms and voice holding you back from your escape. As if she knew what you’re about to do next, and she had already planned to reel you back in.  

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“You’re the love of my life.” Chaeryeong whispered.

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The feeling is mutual, just like those times back then. Your heart beats every time you hear her voice, every time you received affections from her. You’re trying so hard to escape from the black hole of her affections, her presence, her in general. Will you crave for everything once you’re away from her? Will you miss this? Will you come back? Will you even survive without Chaeryeong? Without her love? Without her affectionate?

Chaeryeong opened her right eye, as if she was teasing you, as a slight smirk formed on her lips. Rolling your eyes, you groaned before slipping back down to the covers, to her embrace.

ㅤ

“Love is a bitch, and so are you.” You said, turning around to face her. Chaeryeong closed her eyes, her arms now once again wrapped on you possessively and securely, her right hand rested on your hips.

ㅤ

“I know, sweetheart.” Chaeryeong smiled, snuggling her face now towards your hair as she drifted back to sleep with the sound of downpour rain as the lullaby of the both of you to jump back to dreamland.  

[hxt1b]

Smiles

Xiaojun x Reader ft Jacob (The Boyz)

Requested Prompt 22 soulmate AU

Genre: Angst with happy ending.

WC: 4.9k

Warning: Swearing, suggestive.

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requests are closed for the rest of the month.

Please excuse any grammatical error

The thing they don't tell you about your soulmate is that they don't have to like you back at all. They don't have to want you back, they aren't obligated to you and they don't owe you shit.

You wish someone had had the sense to explain this to you before you filled your head with this idyllic situation, in which you would see the boy you're destined to be with and the world would click into place.

Xiaojun was preppy, a constant smile glued to his face. A smile that always made it to his eyes and lit the room that he was in, a smile that made everyone around him smile. A real smile, a beautifully cruel real smile.

It wasn't his only smile though, he had another one. One that he reserved for you, one where his lips tilted up to one side, one he would show you in the dark before he'd leave you when the light came.

That smile was ugly, that smile was reserved for the one that trapped him. That made him feel like he was suffocating like he was losing control.

You were that one.

The world frowns upon the rejection of a soulmate, Xiaojun knew that.

That doesn't mean he didn't reject you though. It just means that he rejected you behind closed doors.

It just meant that you had to keep your tears to yourself, because the embarrassment of it was too much, the pain of it too raw.

You let your forehead touch the cool wall of the shower, the water turning cold from how long you'd been in there.

Your skin was wrinkled and your limbs shivering, but you made no move to get out. Xiaojun would be waiting outside, he was over a couple of times a week.

"It's not like I can just freely do anything with anyone anymore, so we might as well use each other in the ways that we can."

You closed your eyes before plunging your head until the cold spray, trying your best to let your thoughts give way to the sound of the water.

It didn't work. It never worked.

You cursed your heart for loving his warm touches, for loving the way his lips felt against yours, your own body fucked you over when it came to it.

You were very much defenceless against Xiaojun.

Running your fingers over the mark on your collarbone, you cursed it as well. Wasn't the universe supposed to know what it was doing? Wasn't it not supposed to make mistakes?

You took a second to gather yourself before you turned the water off. You took your time drying off before leaving your bathroom.

He was waiting for you as you expected, fallen back into your bed, his legs off the end. He was scrolling on his phone his face pinched in concentration. He didn't even turn to you as you stepped into your own room.

Shaking your head to try and not give it thought you crossed your room towards your closet. As you tried to pick something to wear you heard him get off the bed and come towards you. His fingers tugging at your towel, you let him.

"You took really long in there." He said, no longing in his voice. Those words were not said the way you once dreamt someone would say them to you.

You could, however, detect the lust, you knew that if you turned around and looked at his face you would see his darkened eyes, the hunger in them for sex.

You weren't someone he loved or cherished you were just a plaything for him, one that he was given when he didn't ask.

The unwanted Christmas gift.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you let the towel drop as he tugged on it once last time. You let his hands roam the expanse of your cold skin. Closing your eyes and forcing trying to create some kind of mental shield you let his lips trail warm kisses down your jaw.

—

In the beginning, you'd tired, you'd made every effort you could think of. Asking him to see a movie with you, or go to a festival, even offered to pay. But he turned down each one.

Somehow today he'd asked you to come with him to the club, but of course, that was nothing for you to get your hopes up. You had let them though, only for it all to slap you in the face.

You'd spent three hours getting ready, only for him to ignore you for the night and flirt with other girls, but you should have expected it. You were still unsure as to why he even took you out.

You watched from the bar, a glass of water in your hand that you slowly sipped on.

Your anger was starting to bubble up in the pit of your stomach, it heated your skin as it slowly spread across your body making its way to your brain.

You weren't someone that easily got mad, in fact, you were really patient with people. Sometimes too patient.

You finally saw red, when Xiaojun dipped his head to a girls face pulling her against his as they danced, his lips brushing against hers.

You sneered at the distant couple before pushing off the bar and looking around the room.

Why was he the only one that got to have fun?

"Hey," His voice came from behind you, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Turning around you met the eyes of a stranger, his dark hair swept back off his forehead. You couldn't help but take in his attire your eyes raking over his body, the plain white t-shirt doing wonders for his frame.

"Hey," You replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, his head tilting to the side. You simply nodded and let him lead you to the bar. You forced Xiaojun to the back of your brain as you watched the guy in front of your order.

His lips moved but you couldn't hear what he was saying you were taken aback by how good he looked.

You blinked quickly when he turned to smile at you, a full smile that met his eyes. You felt your face warm as you smiled back.

"My name is Jacob." He replied, you were about to tell him your name, but you were interrupted by the arrival of your drinks.

He passed you yours with the same smile. The smile that was making its way to the pit of your stomach, filling you with this sense of warmth that you hadn't felt in a long time.

"I didn't get your name." He said. You quickly swallowed the sip you had in your mouth and told him your name.

"Pretty name." He whispered leaning towards you.

"So why are you out alone?" He asked.

Your eyes did a sweep of the room, looking for Xiaojun as you thought of a reply.

Xiaojun was still on the dance floor, the girl's ass pressed to his crotch as they danced.

"Boredom, I guess." You replied and looked down at your drink. You didn't think much about your next actions. Instead quickly downing the liquid before turning to face the bar again.

"Wanna dance?" You asked slamming the glass onto the counter of the bar.

Jacob looked at you slightly confused but quickly nodded. He set his barely touched drink on the bar and let you hold his hand as you dragged him to the dance floor.

You pulled him in, snaking your arms around his shoulders as you started to sway to the beat of the song. Jacob followed your pace, placing his hands onto your hips he pulled you closer to him.

The songs blended together the longer you danced, the drink from earlier heating your blood. You shoved Xiaojun into a box, far, far off in the back of your head. You only focused on the moment, the feeling of Jacob's body against, the feeling of someone picking you not being stuck with you.

You relished in the high of it.

"What are you doing?" the words were whispered against your face in a harsh tone. For a second you couldn't comprehend what was happening until your body collided with his.

Then you knew exactly who it was.

Xiaojun.

You snapped out of his hold, your hand reaching out for Jacob.

"What the fuck man?" Jacob exclaimed, his arm circling around you.

Xiaojun reached for you again.

"Fuck off man, this is between her and me." He said waving Jacob off.

Jacob pulled you behind him, getting in between you and Xiaojun.

"Touch her again and I'll break your face."

You looked away from the scene and were met with the eyes of the crowded club. People in the vicinity were staring at the exchange. Blood rushed to your face as the embarrassment caught up with you. Swallowing thickly, you pushed past the two boys and made for the exit.

"Hey, hey wait," Jacob called for you, taking large steps to catch up with your fast gait, you slowed for him just a fraction.

You didn't speak for a few minutes as you both made it half a block away from the club. Jacob didn't ask any questions, he simply walked with you silently.

"Sorry." You finally said. Stopping to lean on the side of a building, your arms crossing over your chest.

"Is that your ex?" He asked.

"Soulmate." You hung your head as you spoke, your hair acting as a curtain hiding you from his expression.

You heard him sigh.

"He seems like a douche bag." He said.

You shrugged. Not knowing what to say. It's not like he was wrong.

"Thanks for walking with me, but I'm just going to head home. Sorry for ruining your night." You pushed off the wall, you took three steps before Jacob spoke again.

"I would ask for your number, with a soulmate like that I should ask for your number. But it seems complicated." You turned to look at him over your shoulder.

"It is."

—

You muted Xiaojun's number and his texts. Ignoring him was gonna have to be the way it was. Screw the fucking universe and it's stupid game of cupid. You didn't need a soulmate especially if the man was gonna treat you like gum on the bottom of his shoe.

You rid yourself of your clothes and sink into the bath you'd drawn yourself. Allowing your muscles to relax into the warm water, you laid your head back and closed your eyes.

You must have dozed off because you woke up to a loud crash from your living room. Freaking out you quickly got out of the bathtub. wrapping your robe around you, you paced the bathroom.

Were you supposed to go outside and confront whoever the fuck it was? Or stay in the bathroom and call the police. Reaching for your phone you checked the time. It was four am.

There were about fifteen calls from Xiaojun along with many more texts. You opened the chat, quickly realizing that he had a key and was most likely the one in the apartment.

Rolling your eyes you pulled open the bathroom door and went to the living room. He was indeed there sitting on your couch, a lamp knocked over on the ground.

"That was an accident." He mumbled, you ignored his words, he was clearly still drunk.

"Why are you here?" You asked instead, the anger you felt earlier in the night creeping back up your system.

"I'm awful to you." He muttered. You froze, not knowing what to say. He clearly was going to listen to anything you were going to say.

"I treat you like shit, but you've been putting up with me for such a long time and I've just been taking advantage of that. It hurt to see you with him. I'm so fucking stupid." He leaned back into your couch, his eyes closed.

You stayed unmoving in your spot.

What did he think he was doing? Did he think saying that would fix it?

"I'm such a fucking bitch." His words were slurred.

You watched as his breathing slowed and he passed out on your couch. You rolled your eyes and turned around heading back into your room.

—

He was still there when you woke, his body sprawled out on your couch.

He looked perfect when he was sleeping, you'd noticed this before. His features relaxed, his typical scowl that often only you were graced with nowhere in sight.

He was his simplest self, his most palatable self. He wasn't smiling brilliantly at others or sardonically at you. He was just there, his breathing soft and quiet.

You made your way to the kitchen, pulling out things for breakfast, you made enough for two people. You weren't sure if he'd actually stay to eat, he never had before. You didn't really know If you wanted him to, you were still upset with him from last night.

Shaking your head, to rid yourself of the thoughts that you had no answer to, you tried to focus on the eggs as you cracked four into a pan to scramble them.

Turning to grab the loaf of bread from your bread box, you stumbled back startled by Xiaojun's frame leaning against the counter.

"What the fuck." You exclaimed, before leaning onto the counter as you took in long breaths to calm your heart rate.

"Sorry," he mumbled. You didn't reply, just took a second longer to gather yourself before grabbing for the bread as you'd originally meant to do.

"I made enough for two, do you want some?" You asked.

Xiaojun cleared his throat, "I'm a prick to you constantly aren't I?" He asked.

You blinked at him, why was he asking this? If he realized then why ask you? Why does he need confirmation?

"Food or no?" You asked again, ignoring his question.

He nodded yes, crossing his arms over his chest he stayed silent the rest of the time, as you finished up the food. His presence made you nervous, but that was typical for you.

"Here." You said, handing him a plate with scrambled eggs and toast on it.

"Thank you."

He followed you to the living room, where you sat down to eat turning the TV on and picking a new show that had just come out.

"You're watching this?" Xiaojun asked, his tone shocked. You looked over at him, your shoulders falling, of course, he knew absolutely nothing about you.

"Clearly." You replied, shunning him into silence again.

When you were done eating you got up to take your plate to the kitchen, grabbing Xiaojun's empty one as you went.

"I could've taken that." He stated as he got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Hey, could we talk?" He asked as you turned the water on to rinse off the plates so that you could put them into the dishwasher.

"You wanna talk now?" You asked, your anger rising again.

You didn't spare him a glance, you shoved the plates into the dishwasher and walked out the kitchen.

"Fuck - okay I get it. I deserve this. I deserve last night. I'm literally the worst person around for you right now! I get that, especially after seeing you dancing with him. The way that felt," He paused to take a deep breath, "that was the fucking worst."

You glared at him. He was standing at the entry of the kitchen waiting, his face pulled into tortured lines. About four feet away from you.

Good, he did deserve it.

"It's easy to take for granted what you've been given until you see that it could be taken away too. I didn't want to get to know you because you were always here. I didn't need to, I apparently had to.

When you would try it would just feel stupid, in my head why would we? Soulmates are fucking dumb, why would I want to instantly be in love with a stranger?

But that's the thing, there is no instant love. Just your person and you have to try in order for it to work."

"You realized this in a night?" You asked.

He shook his head, "Somewhere inside I always knew, but I also knew what I was doing, all the fucked up things. It was just easy to ignore because you put up with everything I did all the time."

You rolled your eyes, "So it's my fault?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying." He took in another large breath as if bracing himself for the next thing he was about to say.

"Last night was the first night I'd just danced with someone else. Typically I would just ignore you. I guess that was your last straw because when I turned around you were doing the same. But it made me realize that everything wouldn't just go my way. I could see that I was hurting you. Then I felt it. The anger, and the pain of wait she's mine."

You scoffed, having heard enough. Turning away decided to go to your room, you needed to shower and get ready for the day.

"Wait. Please wait. Just let me finish," he insisted. His feet hurrying towards you.

You paused again, you didn't know why. But then again all of the actions you had in relation to Xiaojun, you could never explain any of them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. And if you allow me to get to know you. This time I promise I'll be there every time."

You looked up at his face, your eyes stinging.

"I needed to hear that months ago Xiaojun. Not now."

—

He didn't just leave you alone as you expected him to. Instead, he made an effort despite your lack of agreement.

On Sunday, he pranced into your apartment with flowers, a huge bouquet the size of your torso. You hated flowers, they died and were hard to take care of you.

"Oh, Well now I know!" He said happily even though your reaction was not one he was hoping for. Instead, he walked over to the garbage can and chucked the entire bouquet out.

When he went to the bathroom, you dug the flowers out and hid them in your hall closet. You'd move them to your room after he left.

On Monday, he showed up with lunch.

"See the one thing I do know is that you work from home!"

"Because you wanted to fuck and I was busy with work, and you argued that I was at home, and I had let you know that I work from home."

"Hey, I still know!"

On Tuesday, he sent you chocolates that were shaped like flowers with a note that said, 'flowers that you won't have to maintain.'

There was nothing you could complain about on Tuesday.

Wednesday you had the typical game night with your friends, the girls would come over to your apartment and you would all play board games. Or video games. Maybe watch a movie or Kdrama, it didn't matter. It was a day you looked forward to each week.

Xiaojun showed up Wednesday night. When you answered the door expecting to see your friends, you were met with him holding a lot of take-out.

Your smile gave way to your confusion, Xiaojun ignored your change of energy and instead pushed past you into your apartment, setting the bags down on the counter.

"I just came by to drop these off for tonight. Don't worry."

He smiled at you and for a second you were frozen, the room was engulfed in an awkward silence that wasn't affecting you at all because you were stuck on the fact that he had actually smiled at you. The smile that filled the room, the infectious smile that you'd always wanted to be yours.

You were snapped out of your state as your friend opened your front door and barrelled in.

"Hey hey hey!" She exclaimed making her way over to you.

"Hey!" You said, your friend froze when she saw Xiaojun as well. She's eyes narrowed at the boy.

"Why is he here?" She asked coming up next to you.

"I brought the food." Xiaojun stated, "And now I'm leaving."

He started towards the door, hesitating and turning back to you as if to say something, but ultimately decided against it and continued out the door.

You looked at your friend confused, but she simply shrugged and went for the bag closest to her on the counter.

And so it went on, the flowers eventually died. You accumulated some stuffed bears, more chocolates and many many, invites to picnics, cafes, and fancy restaurants. You had yet to accept one of those.

You were sitting under a pile of blankets to ward off the cold winter air when your phone began to ring. You ignored it expecting it to be Xiaojun, but when it rang again you answered.

"What?" You asked him.

"Well hello to you too," He chuckled, "Can I come over?"

You didn't know what to say, but you weren't against it. Xiaojun was trying and you knew from first-hand experience that if you didn't acknowledge that sooner or later he would lose his patients too. Just like you had.

You both were still soulmates, the mark on your collarbone ever-present as the day it first popped up. So on a whim of overthinking and some sympathy. And maybe even an ounce of the feelings you've always had for him.

You said, "fine." And hung up on him.

He came into your apartment, with his key that you still had not taken back, two minutes later.

"You were already here?" You asked. He nodded.

"What if I had said no?"

"Then I would have gone home."

He lifted the corner of your blanket, moving it so that he could also be under it.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." He said, after a few minutes of the both of you staring at the TV.

You sat up, pulling the blanket with you as you did so. You felt like you knew what was coming, but also with how different he was acting nowadays you felt like he could say anything.

"I want you to go on an actual date with me." He said it was a question it was more like an opinion that he was giving to you.

"Ahh-" he cut you off before you could give him a reply.

"Right now."

—-

Somehow, someway. It worked.

You were dragged out of your apartment, the sun was long gone, making the already cold night colder. You shifted your body closer to Xiaojun's unconsciously. He was making you walk up an incline to God knows where, you only prayed that it wasn't to push you off a cliff.

"Do you want my jacket?" Xiaojun asked making you snicker at him.

"Oh come on, that's just dumb. I don't need you telling me that I caused you to have phenomena or something after this."

"I wouldn't say that." He muttered under his breath.

"You would've." You retorted.

"Back then I wouldn't have brought you out on a date either."

You continued following him, both of you sticking to silence after that as you made your way to where ever he wanted to take you.

"So um, I was - okay honestly the closer we get to this the stupider I feel. But um I think that you once mentioned that you always wanted to camp, but you hated the idea of actually staying in a forest…" he trailed off as you both came upon an empty clearing in a park. You were shocked that he remembered that, you'd mentioned that to him in the very early days of you two meeting, about an hour before he decided that fuck buddies was the way to go.

Xiaojun walked over to a black backpack tucked up against a tree.

"You came up here earlier," you said shocked as you watched him zip open the bag.

Xiaojun nodded his head, not looking up at you.

"What if I hadn't come?" You asked.

Xiaojun sighed, "well I would have come up grabbed the bag and gone home. You know you're acting like I would've died or something if you said no."

You frowned at his words, you wanted him to say he'd be sad if you said no. Not be like oh well. But he was still Xiaojun, and he was never really one to be sad. His go too was anger.

He pulled out a couple of blankets and some rope.

"I don't have a tent. So…" He trailed off moving towards two trees that were close in proximity and tied the rope of one of the lowest branches. Doing the same to the other tree. The rope was lopsided, one side higher than the other, but you watched on as he dropped the blanket over the rope, moving the sides out so that it was tent-shaped.

On the ground, he laid out another blanket and then ushered you over.

You slowly made your way to him, he had pulled the backpack into the make-shift tent and was pulling out crackers marshmallows and chocolate.

"We'll make s'mores." He said, his head tilting up to you with a large smile across his face as he did so. And once again you were knocked out of yourself. Heat flooded to your face as you took in the fact that the smile was for you.

You slowly sat down next to him, hoping that this wasn't a dream that you'd wake up from to learn that the entire past few weeks weren't real.

"I have nothing to heat them up with but…"He held out a cold s'more to you.

"This is good." You said taking it, you squished the stack in your hand before moving it towards your mouth and taking a bite.

"You did this all for me?" You asked.

"I told you I'd try." He said, "I really did want to make it up to you."

"So what do you like accept the soulmate thing now?" You asked before taking another bite.

Xiaojun shook his head, "More like I'm realizing that soulmate or not you're someone that matters to me. And I've taken you for granted for long enough."

You nodded, "So we're dating?"

"We're dating." He confirmed.

"Why were so you fucking rude in the beginning?" You asked.

His eyes watched you as you shoved the last bite into your mouth.

"It felt like you weren't my own choice like I was forced to be stuck with you. It didn't sit well in my head, plus I've always hated the idea of soulmates. It just sounds fucking stupid. I said this before but how am I supposed to just see someone and have everything shift and all of a sudden I'm supposed to worship the ground this person walks on? That doesn't even make sense." You nodded, letting his words fade into the silence.

You stared out the side of the open tent, looking into the night sky. Xiaojun shifts closer to you, his shoulder and elbow brushing against yours as he pulled another thing out of the bag.

"I brought hot chocolate." He said. "Want some?"

You nodded your head, welcoming the warm drink.

"You know," He started, "that night I took you to the club, was because I had decided 'why not try?'. Then I got drunk, and my brain went fuck it. I don't know why but all of a sudden my mind was yelling at me that this was stupid. But when I saw you with that guy all I saw was red."

"Well think about how I felt seeing you with that girl. I actually for some twisted reason like you. So I was so fucking mad like come on it's one thing being a dick to me behind closed doors but it was another thing to just up and do that in public. I didn't understand why you even brought me." You replied turning your body towards his.

Xiaojun tilted his head to the left slightly, his eyes looking at you amused.

"That's the most you've said to me in a while." He stated.

You rolled your eyes at him, "yeah well…"

"All I can do now is show you that I'm sorry and that I'm here, and trying. That's only if you'll let me though."

"I'm here aren't I?" You retorted.

"Yes, you are."

You felt his eyes on the side of your face. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

"Your staring." You said.

"So you like me?" He asked.

You didn't reply just scowled at him.

But the answer was yes.

Feelings didn't turn off that fast, and not everyone was dense like him, not everyone ran and got pissed at what they were given. Some people accepted it and learned to make the best of it.

"You're stupid."

"Sorry it took me so long to get it," he started.

His hand came out to grab yours, his slender fingers interlocking with yours.

"But I like you too" He finished.

Your head slowly turned towards his. His smile was beaming at you causing your breath to stutter for a second as your heart skipped a beat.

The smile that you always wanted to be directed at you, you finally got.

-neocain

[rosietaeyongswife]

ROSIE MASTERLIST

 ■ WHOLE NCT

popping out casket fresh, looking like the fashion show [mafia au, angst, smut, fluff, masterlist of mafia au nct]

when night comes [nct 127 members x reader. angst, horror au, haunted asylum,]

scars of your love [ nct series based on adele songs, whole masterlist]

narcos [ drugs trafficking, crime au, heist au, mafia au]

  ■ JOHNNY SUH

our age is the issue [angst]

water under the bridge [angst, part of scars of your love]

■ LEE TAEYONG

black orphan [angst, mafia au, y/n is mafia also, badass reader]

first months are perfect [angst, taeyong has changed, arguing, cursing]

love in the dark [angst, part of scars of your love]

ain’t shit [fluff, mafia au]

SHH.. [angst, fluff, jaehyunxreaderxtaeyong]

love me now [angst, fluff, taeyongxreaderxjaehyun]

■ NAKAMOTO YUTA

stay [ part of “popping out casket fresh, looking like the fashion show”, angst, i mean very angsty, immature reader, rude reader, mafia yuta, yuta is so so so whipped for reader]

leave my heart open but it’s still empty for days [angst, break up]

always thought i was hard to love, till you made it feel so easy [2 part of lmhobtsefd]

now you’re dead and gone [angst, love of your life dies]

stars [fluff, yuta loves you]

■ KIM DOYOUNG

someone like you [part of scars of your love, angst]

reflections [angst, ex lovers]

■ JUNG JAEHYUN

mad [ mafia au, also part of pocflltfs, asshole jaehyun, jaehyun is really dickhead, angst ]

if it’s you [angst, addiction au, jaehyun is dickhed again]

the other woman [angst, in jaehyun’s life you will always be another woman]

save your tears [angst, your relationship gettin destroyed by your parents and wedding]

SHH..[angst, fluff, jaehyunxreaderxtaeyong]

love me now [angst, fluff, taeyongxreaderxjaehyun]

maps [angst, fluff, action, secret agent jaehyun x reader, slight jungwoo x reader, drama]

■ KIM JUNGWOO

i’m not gonna love you [ angst, smut, fwb ]

ok, i love you [fluff, jungwoo is kinda high, angst ]

hello [part of adele song series]

■ MARK LEE

love you truly [ fluff]

send my love [angst, part of scars of your love]

■ KIM TAEYUNG

heat waves [angst, old lovers, both parents]

■ JUNG JAEWON

i love u so, pls let me go [angst, he is sure that you do too much for both of you, and he isn’t enough for you. you deserve better in his eyes, even tho if it means split things between you]

■ KIM JONGIN

we’ll be fine [angst, fluff, miscariage]

■ MY NAME

■ DO GANGJAE

slow down [angst, fight, you are daughter of mafia leader]

■ MY TOUGHTS ON SOME MATTERS

chinese idols situation [ i tried to explain their choices, and why is it bad to throw a shade at them]

lucas scandal [ isn’t it weird that before every nct’s comeback, since they are so much bigger, like second the biggest boygroup in kpop, some scandals/rumours spread? ] 

astroworld fest [about travis scott ignorance, rest in peace to fallen angels]

can we cancel tiktok kpop fans? [why do people want to fight things that are problematic, but they do them themselfs?]

winwin misogonist? [antis still fight neos]

[haechanhues]

prologue 

warning : mentions of death 

FOR FOREVER AND A DAY 

you and jungwon complete the bucket list your best friend had left behind and hopefully rekindle the friendship you had loved and lost.

prologue 

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[parkjiminiemouse]

Matthew

Inspired by the song Matthew by Hey Violet. Continuation of Hongjoong’s 3:27 timestamp 

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You'd hate to know the coffee shop you loved, it closed down And the cigarettes you smoked, yeah, they're more expensive now

You toyed with the strawberry cigarettes in your hand, lip quivering as the world seemed to slow. Nothing felt right, it hadn’t from the moment Hongjoong left your life with nothing but the smell of artificial strawberries and tobacco. What had you done wrong? 

But I would take a million changes if it meant that you could stay here Why is it the quiet that you left seems so loud?

“Y/N? Hey...are you okay?” The voice sounded muffled compared to the overwhelming memories the pink box of strawberry cigarettes brought you. Snapping your head up, you offer your friend a weak smile. You hadn’t been the same since he left and it was clear to those close to you. 

I don't know, I don't know Why, oh, why you left

Memories of him played in your mind over and over as you sat on your neatly made bed. Staring at your hands you absentmindedly listened to your friend babble on and on about this new guy they liked. You wish you were happy for them like they were happy for you when you met Hongjoong. You felt shitty, you should be happy for them but you couldn’t bring yourself to even fake a smile. 

I can feel, I can feel Feel it in my chest Oh, no Don't go

Playing with your hands you give your blind date the best smile you could muster. You were only here because your friend begged you to go with them on their double date. Your blind date tried to hold your hand and you allowed it. His hands were coarse and rough, a contrast to how Hongjoong’s felt. 

Everything, everything Everything you were Sown into my soul, every vein and every nerve

You still had polaroids of him taped to your wall. Tears blurred your vision as you buried your face into your pillow. Your sobs were muffled as you kicked and thrashed around. Why had he left you? Everything was going so well. You both had your futures planned out, why had he strayed from that plan? 

I wish I still knew what your voice sounded like We talked for hours about a hundred different things every night And isn't it so lonely how I just can't recall them now Even though it's all that I have left of you and I

You stared down at the broken CD in your garbage can. Tears streamed down your face as you covered your mouth. You had broken the CD he gave you on your first date out of rage when you first figured out he had left you. You regret that now, you can’t even recall what he sounded like. Your plans of the future out the window, the same window he used to leave your life. 

Oh, please Don't leave

If you would have known he would leave you that night, you would’ve begged him not to. Perhaps that’s why he didn’t tell you, he didn’t want you to beg him, or else he wouldn’t have been able to leave. Sometimes, you lay in bed at night and just stare at the ceiling. Your mind filled with memories of the two of you. Sometimes you even wonder what he was up to now, where he was and if he was happy now that he was away from this town, away from you. 

You slipped like sand through my fingertips Cause I'm thinking about, did I love you enough?

Yes, you fought with Hongjoong but you always made sure he knew you loved him deeply. He knew that right? Maybe he didn’t. He wouldn’t have left if he knew how broken you would end up. Would he? Did he even care? Of course, he did. It must’ve been something you did. You didn’t love him enough, you gave him your whole heart but it still wasn’t enough. 

And I know I couldn't save you from yourself But I hold you inside

He always ran away from things, you knew that. He ran away from his home, from school, and always ran to the same destination, you. He was scared of being alone in silence because it allowed him to think. You were always there to fill the void, to fill the silence and erase his toxic thoughts. You never once thought you would be one of the things he ran away from. 

Would you haunt me until the day I die?

Your goodbye letter could never capture how much pain Hongjoong had left you with but you felt that your family and friends at least deserved closure. Hongjoong hadn’t given you closure and you knew how that felt. How it felt to live in mystery and shame and you didn’t want your family and friends to feel that too. You addressed everyone you knew in that letter, everyone you ever loved and cared about was there. The last few pages were dedicated to the love of your life, the person you cherished the most. 

As you drove along the quiet roads that led away from your town you knew deep down that the thoughts of him would always haunt you even during your last moments of life. A pained smile makes its way onto your face as you lit your last strawberry cigarette. The smell you had come to love you also hated, it pained you. Glancing down at the passengers' seat you catch a glimpse of the polaroids you took with you and the only thing you could do was reminisce with that pained smile on your face and that strawberry cigarette in your mouth. 

[oshbluepacific]

Love. Me.

Type: Fluff/Slight Smut

Character: Park Jinyoung x Reader

Words Counted: 4K8+

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NOTE: i was inspired to write this while listening to Ed Sheeran - Kiss me. so while you guys are at it, listen to this. you know when to play the song when you read it. happy reading!

“Mr. Park, your father wishes to see you in his study.” The man in full black and white suit told me.

           I nodded my head before I could take my glasses of and remove myself from my chair. I grabbed my robe, putting it on. I walked along the long hallways towards my father’s study, a woman came emerging from the door.

           “Mother.” I greeted her. As always, she looked marvelous. With her green dress underneath the coat. Her flowery perfume that smells wonderful and my father loves so much.

           “Jinyoung… you’re just wearing your robe and pants.” She commented, eyeingher own son from head to toe.

           “I opened the window to get some fresh air as I was working mom. It was perfectly chilly in the morning, but it got all sunny.” I smiled at her, and she shakes her eyes as she smiled back. She adjusted my robe so that my chest isn’t overly exposed.

           “Okay, now, let’s get to your dad’s study... he has something important to tell you.” She said as she looped her arm on mine.

           We both got to father’s study as the doors closed behind us. He was on the phone, sitting on his armchair behind his neat, tidy desk. He hung up the phone moments later, placing it on the desk. My mother approached him as he reached out for her hand and she took it.

           “Jinyoung, have a seat boy.” He said, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

           I took a seat, getting myself comfortable on the chair.

           “My son… you’re not wearing any clothes.” He started, I only rolled my eyes, before I explained what I was doing to him and he nodded his head.

           “Well, I think your mother had told you that I have something important that I want you to know.” I respond with a nod.

           “I’ve told you before that I’ve met your mother through your grandfather. At first, she was a stranger to me, and even after we get married, she was still a stranger to me. But time after time, we get to know each other, and I knew that your grandfather has introduced me to the love of my life.” He held on to my mother’s hand before bringing it up to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

           “Your father and I had agreed that this is the perfect arrangements for you.” My mother chimed in.

           I sat there, nodding my head, trying to understand everything. I felt my heart racing against my chest.

           “She’s coming for dinner tonight, and I’m sure, you’ll be happy to see her.” My father added.

           “What is her name?” I asked him, my eyes darting to both people who had raised me.

           My mother chuckled before she could walk towards me.

           “You’ll love her! You can introduce yourself to her tonight.” She then leaned, to kiss my forehead before she excuses herself out of my father’s study.            

           My father talked about the marriage arrangement, and how the wedding date is set and everything is planned. The more he talked about it in detail the more nervous I get. After the conversation, my father dismissed me and I went back to my room, but I couldn’t seem to get my focus back.

When I first met her, it was almost like love at first sight—and who the hell am I to believe in all that? She was so beautiful, intelligent, btu also like every person who just met a stranger, shy. While dinner, she didn’t say much, but she was very polite—not just to my parents—to hers, and to the staff members at home. When our parents were talking about stuff that we don’t actually know about, I took this chance to excuse myself and her to have a moment. I took her out to the back garden where I took this opportunity to get to know her. It was as if I’ve known her for all my life, she opens up about everything I asked her. She has this beautiful personality. When she smiles, I felt those types of certain jolt of happiness.

           When it was time to get back inside, she took my hand all nervously, when really it had me worried.

“What is it? Something wrong?” I asked her, turning my heels  before I looked around the place.

           “No, no, nothing’s wrong…” She managed a small smile before dropping her face to the ground. She then looked up to me.

           “Jinyoung… I don’t know you’ll love me or not, I don’t know what the future holds, but I will try my best to be what you need me to be. I’ll try my best not to be a burden for you.” She told me and I just nodded my head.

           “You’re not going to be a burden for me—”

           “I’m not done.” She shot a look into my eyes, and there was a certain sadness in her eyes.

           “Promise me one thing.”

           “And that is?” I asked, gently taking her by the hand.

           “Promise me, that if you don’t, love me, then don’t force yourself to.” She said.

           I smiled at her, knowing that I already fell in love with her since day one.

Skipped time frame, I married the woman I just met 7 months ago. And to be honest, I couldn’t be more in love with her.  When we moved, I let her take a pick of the house, I’ll be out of the house most of the time while she stays in. I let her decorate however she likes, and I offered her to have the masterbedroom.

           “What you’re not sleeping here?” She asked.

           “Would you be comfortable?” I asked her and she stayed quiet before she nodded her head.

           “You doubted.” I chuckled.

           “No, I didn’t, I—”

           “It’s okay, you can have the master bedroom for a while.” I told her with a smile.

For 4 months I’ve been crashing in the guest bedroom and sometimes fell asleep on the couch in my study. What finally made me sleep with her in the master bedroom was when she suddenly came, knocking on the door of my study in the middle of the night while I was working.

“Why are you still up?” I asked her, as she stepped inside the room. Her eyes darted on the couch before she could take a seat on the chair in front of my desk.

           “I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep… bed just feels too big today.” She said, rubbing her eyes with her hand.

           “Do you want me to come down and accompany you?” I asked, my eyes looking up to her from my paper.

           A smile appeared at on her sleepy, adorable face before she nodded her head.

           “Okay, I’ll clear this up for a bit and I’ll join you in a bit.” I told her as she got up from the chair.

           “Okay!” She then left the room while I tide up my desk and couch.

           I knocked on the bedroom door before I heard her mumble. I opened the door to see her laying under the fluffed blanket and realized, the bed is too big for just her.

           I lay there next to her, trying to get the comfortable position. I let her lay her head on my arm as I wrap my other arm around her.

           “Jinyoung…” She whispered.

           “Yeah?” I looked down.

           “Sleep here more often, this is nice.” She smiled.

After that, we’ve gotten closer with each other. We would talk all night right after I got home from work. Even though she spent most of her days at home, she would always have something to tell. And I would always listen to her, happy that she is too.

“Jinyoung?” I heard a voice as my head moved up from the water.

           It was a sunny day, on my day off, and it’s just the perfect time to dip myself in the pool.

           She was standing on the side of the pool with a glass of what looked like a passion tea. I swam towards her, resting my arms on the side as she crouched down as she hand the glass to me. I took a sip of the sour, refreshing, fruity drink before handing it back to her.

           “Your mother just called.” She said before taking a sip of her passion tea.

           “Oh? What did she say?” I asked her

           “She’s inviting us for dinner tonight.” She said, placing the glass of refreshing drink aside.

           “Tonight? That’s very unusual of her to invite dinner on the last minute… What time?” Iasked her again.

           “Seven.” She answered.

           I looked over her shoulder to the patio where a huge clock was hanging. It was already 3 PM.

           “I’m going to take my shower, and then get dressed, we could leave just before 6.30.” She pointed.

           “You just finished working out?” I asked raising an eyebrow.

           She was wearing a black, tight, sports leggings with her sports top over the grey cardigan she was wearing.

           “You’re going to shower?” I asked her again and she nodded her head. “Well in that case help me up.” I said, extending my hand to her.

           Maybe because of her exhaustion, she didn’t think of anything and took my hand. Instead of pulling me out of the pull, I pulled a smirk on the corner of my mouth before pulling her into the cold pool water. She shrieked before she could hit the water.

           I laughed as she emerged from under water before giving me a death glare.

           “Park Jinyoung you have 10 seconds before I can drown you in this very water!” She screamed as she put her hands on the top of my head before pushing it down with herself.

           We stayed in the pool for a bout 30 minutes or so before getting ourself out to race towards the bathroom.

I let her shower in our bathroom while I shower in the guest bedroom bathroom to spare some time. As I finished, I put on my black shirt and grey pants before I could roll the sleeves of my shirt. I put on a pair of shiny black shoes before I stood in front of the full-length mirror to fix my hair before walking out form the room and knocked on the door.

           “(Y/N), are you dressed?” I raised my voice so she could hear me.

           “Yeah, just come in!” I heard her voice behind the door.

           I opened the door to see her in a beautiful white dress, exposing her back to me. As she turned around, I just felt my heart skipped a beat. It was a long sleeved dress, showing her strong shoulders and collarbone. The dress wasn’t tight, but it shows her curves just perfectly. From her knee, the dress becomes sheer so you could definitely see her calf and the white high heels she was wearing.

           “Do I look overdressed?” She asked, holding up her hair.

           I snapped out of my thoughts and shook my head. I walked closer to her, my eyes still focused on hers before it went from the top of her head to the tip of her toes then back up to her eyes again. I placed my hands on her hips. The smell of her amber, musk perfume.

           “You look… absolutely beautiful.” I told her and she just gave me a shy smile.

           “I might just stare at you all night, afraid that somebody might comes in and swoops you out from me.” And she giggled.

           “Stop, you’re making me want change dress.” She said, and I quickly shook my head.

           “No, don’t! we’re already late, now come one, we have a dinner party to attend. I told her.

           I held her hand as we both walked down the stairs. We both got into the car and I quickly start the engine.

Never in a million years that I thought my house could fit thIs much of a people. The front hall that I thought was too big was just packed with man in suits and women in dresses. A glass of champagne or wine were at hands. As we both stepped into the building, I felt people were staring at us—or to be more specific—at (Y/N). I could feel the grip of her hand on my arm tightens.

           “People are staring…” She whispered low.

           “People are mesmerized by your beauty of course.” I convince her with a smile.

           We walked around the building and I couldn’t seem to find the host of this dinner party, to be exact—my own parents.

            “Jinyoung! (Y/N)!” Finally a familiar voice called out. We both turned our heads to the source of the voice, and I could see my mother waving her hand. She was in a blue dress, a cocktail in her hand. She walked closer to us and I could feel (Y/N)’S grip loosen before she lets go of me to give my mother a hug.

           “(Y/N), you looked absolutely beautiful! Your dress is very much stunning!” She complimented (Y/N).

           “Oh, no… you looked amazing yourself mum!” She smiled, and then my mother turned to me to give me a hug.

           “I’m sorry for the late notice to you both… You father had been keeping me busy all day, so I didn’t have time to call you all morning.” She explained.

           “It’s okay, we’re sorry that we’re a little late.” (Y/N) apologized.

           “No need to apologized dear—Ah, which reminds me, I have something I want to give you (Y/N), do you mind coming with me?” My mother offered her hand and (Y/N) politely took it.

           “It’s upstairs—Jinyoung, I’m sure your father is looking for you somewhere, you should go.” My mother suddenly left me alone in a room packed with people. I was about to say something but shook my head as I watched my mother and my own wife, walked through the sea of people staring at them before they turned the corner. I walked around the house before a waiter with a tray of glasses of champagne passes by, I took one before taking a sip still walking to an unknown direction. I found my father in the living hall, sitting on the couch with his friends. When his eyes spotted me, He waved his hand and I scurried to him.

           “My boy! How are you? it’s been a while since I last saw you!” He said happily, putting his arm around me. “Where is (Y/N)? Is she at home?” He immediately asked about her whereabouts.

           “No, she’s here, mother took her to talk about something, and left me here.” I explained.

           “Ah, come here, and sit down with us! We’re discussing, you should hear about it.” He said, as I took a seat besides my father.

           The conversations went on for hours. My father then excused himself before patting my shoulder.

           “Come my boy, I need to speak to you about something.” He said.

           I nodded my head before I couls stood my grounds and bowed to the remaining people and chased my father.

           “How long have you been living with (Y/N)?” He suddenly asked.

           “7 months.” I answered right away.

           “If you add another 2 months, I could be seeing my grandchild.” He said in a sarcastic note.

           I was too surprised by his comment, so I kept my words and stayed silent.

           “Have you talked about having a child with her?” He asked again. I shook my head.

           “No… not yet… I don’t want to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.

           “She’s your wife.” He pointed out.

           “Yeah, but I don’t want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to!” I pointed back, feeling a bit anger.

           My father stopped his steps and so did I. I looked at him with wide eyes, assuming he felt my anger he managed a smile before turning himself to me.

           He placed his hand on my shoulder with a smile on his lips.

           “Do you love her?” He asked me.

           I raised my eyebrow as if asking are you seriously asking me that question?“Yes, of course I love her.” I answered him anyway.

           “Have you told her you love her?” He asked again, and this time I stayed quiet. I do love (Y/N), but I never really said it out loud to her, because I don’t know what she thinks of me. I just met her 7 months ago, and I don’t know if she loves me yet or not even the slightest bit.

           “When I married your mother, it took me a year to said it out loud to her.” He said, continuing his steps and I followed him as I listened to him.

           “It took months to get to know your mother, it took months to know what’s her favorite color, to know what she likes to do at home, what’s her favorite food and drink—to know everything about her. It took her months to open her heart to me! And the first time I told your mother I love her was when you were finally born. And do you know what your mother said to me?” He then stopped by the glass window, overviewing the crowed on the backyard. There were people dancing, drinking, some were even in the pool enjoying a nice, freezing. Swim.

           When I didn’t answer to him, he turned to me for a brief seconds before looking out the window.

           “She cried and then she said… ‘I thought I was about to have a child with his father who doesn’t loves his mother.’ And at that moment, I never missed a day where I don’t express and told her just how much I love her.” He said.

           “Jinyoung, your mother and I both know, that you will do anything in your power to keep (Y/N) happy and safe, because that is how we taught you. But I also want you to make her feel loved… don’t make her doubt that she’s not worthy of love. I know you love her, and I know full well that she loves you.”

           “How do you that she loves me?” I asked. And just on queue, my father’s face lit up, looking something past me.

           I turned to see my mother and (Y/N), walking side by side. I felt my father patted my back, leaning his face close to my ear. “Trust me son, I lived much longer than you… I know love when I see one. “ He whispered before he could walk closer to my mother.

           “Honey, I was talking with (Y/N) when suddenly I heard out favorite song, I just had to take the dance with you!” My mother said excitedly, offering her hand to my father before he gladly took it and kissed the back of her hand.

           I didn’t realize the people started pairing up as they danced gracefully in the room.

           “And, my goodness, (Y/N), might I say that you look magnificent tonight.” My father commented before she smiled, slightly bowing to my father.

           “You looked dashing yourself father.” She complimented back.

           My father smiled at her. “Please both of you, enjoy the night! Now if you’ll excuse us, I must dance with my lovely wife!” My father happily said before he walked toward the middle of the room to dance with my mother. (Y/N) moved herself to stand beside me to watch my parents danced their heart out, with smiles on both of their faces.

           “Your parents looked so in love with each other.” She suddenly said beside me.

           “Yeah…” I responed before I could turn to look at her. She had her eyes focus on the dance floor with that bright smile on her face.

“And at that moment, I never missed a day where I don’t express and told her just how much I love her.”

“I know love when I see one.”

I heard my father’s words echoed in my head as I looked to her.

           I think she might have noticed that I was staring at her so she turned up to look at me, raising her eyebrow.

           “Something wrong?” She asked.

           “Ah, sorry, didn’t mean to stare—have you eaten?” I quickly asked, changing the subject.

           “Yeah, you mother actually took me to her study I believe… and we eat there.” She informed.

           “Have you?” She asked.

           “Yeah.” I lied, I haven’t eaten a damn thing. “I was invited to dinner and then I came here with m partner, but then I was ditched as soon as we arrived so I had to cope with something.” I explained sarcastically and she giggled by my side.

           “I’m sorry that I ditched you tonight.” She apologized, hooking her arm around mine.

           “I mean you know… I can’t actually say that I was ditched, because… this is my home anyway.” I added only to make her laugh.

           “Should we get back home?” I asked her.

           “What, you don’t want to take a dance first?” She asked.

           I gave her a shrug, “Let’s just dance at home, where the chances of me stepping on people’s foot is lesser.” I told her and she laughed again.

           I took her hand before we both could leave the building. As we got into the car, I shook my head before turning he car engine on.

           “What?” She asked.

           “Nothing, it’s just… old people, they should be asleep by now, but they came so late at night.” I told her, she giggled and hit my shoulder lightly.

           “What’s up with you and your sarcastic comments lately?” She asked again.

           “This is what happens when you left me with my father with a glass of champagne in my hand.” I turned to her, before I pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove back home.

Once we arrived, we stepped in our quiet home, the only sound I could hear was the sound of the pool water outside, and the sound of our shoes against. She walked towards the living area where she lights up the fire place before taking a seat on the couch.

           “What are you doing?” I asked her.

           “Taking my heels off?” She answered, but it came out more like a question.

           “I’m about to ask you to dance and you’re going to take your heels off?” I asked her, and she looked to me surprise.

           “Oh, you were serious about taking the dance here?” She asked again, with a hint of amusement in her tone. I nodded my head as she stood up and walked closer to me.

           “But there’s no music….” She pointed out.

           I rolled my eyes as I fished my phone out form my pocket and randomly play a slow song I had before blasting its volume and slipping it back into my pocket. I took her hand as I slipped my other hand on her waist. She placed her hand on my shoulder with a small smile before we both could start taking a step.

           “This is nice…” She said, as the music plays in the background, moving our body side to side.

           “Yeah…” I let out a sigh, before she could rest her head on my chest.

           “(Y/N)…”            “Hm? She looked up to me and our eyes met.

           “While you were with my mother, my father actually pull me aside to talk.” I started.

           She moved her hand from my grip before wrapping her arms around my neck while my hands are down at her waist.

           “What did you guys talk about?” She asked, still with that small smile on her face and that radiant glow in her eyes.

           “He told me about when my mother was pregnant with me, she never felt any love from him. And when I came to the world, he finally said that he loves my mother when my mother, but really it was hard to gain my mother’s heart again.” I explained.

           Her smile faded, and I could feel our steps became smaller and slower.

           “And I don’t want that to happen to you… I want you to be happy, I want you to feel safe here, I want you to be comfortable whenever you’re with me… but not just that, I want you to feel loved too.” I told her.

           “Your mother actually told me the same story actually…” She said, with a light chuckle.

           “What did she tell you?”

           “Same story, but different perspectives.” She managed a smile. “She told me that yes, your father made her very happy, but… she never felt she was loved. And by the time you were born, she didn’t believe that your father loved her. So your father never missed a day to tell her that, and that he would always try his best to show that… he really did love her.” She explained.             There was a few seconds of silent as we moved around, with just the music playing in the background.

           “Jinyoung…” Her voice, finally broke the intense silence between us. “Do you love me?” She asked as I looked down to her.

           “Of course I do…”

           “Don’t lie…” She said, her eyes looking glassy as if she blinks this second, she’ll tear up.

           “I do, (Y/N), I do love you, I love since the first time we’ve met!” I confessed and she stayed silent as we stopped our pace.

           “Before we got married, we promised to not force our feelings right? Well, to tell you the truth, before we even made that promise, I was already falling in love with you. Everytime you smile it feels like the whole room just lights up. I love how you always laugh at my jokes and sarcasm. I fell in love with your own personality, you’re so polite with everyone, you’re kind, you always show your happy side and believe me… each and every waking day, I fell in love with you even more.” I told her.

           A small smile appeared, but there was also a hint of doubt on her face.

           “Maybe you don’t believe me now, and maybe because part of it is my fault, I should’ve told you sooner.”

           Her face drops, but then she shakes her head.

           “I love you… Jinyoung, and maybe you don’t believe me too because we were just told about our parents mistakes… and part of it is my fault too because I made the promise and I should’ve told you that I love you too.” She explained. Her eyes stare deeply into mine, but they were soft and gentle.

           “What can I do, to make you believe me?” I asked her.

           Her eyes searched for something on my face before I could feel her warm hands touching my face as she leans herself closer to me.

           “Maybe…” Her eyes fell to my lips. “This…”

           Nothing was said after that. I felt her plump lips moving against mine. I moved my hand against her bareback as I could feel her arms around my neck tightens. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she gladly welcomed me, letting me explore her. A gasp of moan escaped her mouth before I then swooped her off the ground, carrying her in my arms. She squirmed, pulling lips away from mine, but our eyes didn’t leave each other. I then lay her on the couch, letting myself hover on top of her before she could pull my face back to connect our lips again. I held on to the side of the couch to make sure I won’t crash on her.

           “(Y/N)…” I breathed.

           “What? Are we taking it too fast?” She asked, suddenly nervous, causing me to chuckle.

           “No, no, I want to keep this pace, but… I won’t do anything that you don’t want to do.” I told her.

           “Do you even know what I want?” She shot.

           “Do you want to?” I asked, raising my eyebrows sounding to eager.

           A smirk appeared on her lips before she could support her body with her arms, leaning closer to the side of my face. I felt her hot breath against my neck before I could feel her lips pressed against it as I closed my eyes. I felt my arms jiggled for a bit, as her lips then moved to my ear, and right there I just lost it.

           “don’t make me change my mind.” She whispered seductively into my ear.

           I pulled my face to look at her before I got off from the couch, bitting my bottom lip.

           “Then what the hell are we doing here?” I asked.

           She squirmed when I lift her up from the couch followed by her giggle as she rest her head on my shoulder. I walked up the stairs towards our bedroom. She helped me to open the door with her free hand before I could throw her on the bed. Her giggles stopped when I pressed my lips back onto hers.

           “Baby, you look amazing in this dress tonight, but, I can’t contain myself anymore, I want to see you for what you are.”

[perfectlyoongi]

BTS AS... ANGST ROMANCE TROPES

NAMJOON ⠀ᯓᡣ𐭩 FALLING OUT OF LOVE. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he couldn't love you anymore. your presence in Namjoon’s life had become a constant too monotonous to satisfy him; he loved you, yes — trapped in your nature, utterly fascinated by your soul, Namjoon loved you deeply. but there was a certain annoyance in the serenity you carried with you, a certain discomfort in the reassurance your presence gave to Namjoon’s life. maybe he just got tired of the comfort of your day-to-day life, the repetitiveness of your love, the predictability of your history; or maybe Namjoon just stopped being in love with you because that’s what was written in your book, in your stars, in your lines of destiny. but, as much as he tried to escape reality, as much as he loved you as a person, as a friend, he could no longer deny the facts that constantly haunted him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“i don’t want to lose you,” his voice sounded ever so serious when he tried to express his feelings, no weakness or trembling to be noticed in his words, no hint of hesitation or falsehood to be felt in his little speech. just mere words of logic sinking into your heart with the memory of the ephemerality of Namjoon’s feelings. “i don’t want to lose you, but i can’t love you the way you want me to love you. i can’t love you the way i used to love you. i don’t think it’s fair of me to beg you to stay in my life after hurting you like this; but if the love i feel for you has weakened and just settled into a friendship that I know will be eternal, don’t you think it’s only logical that we stay together? as friends?”

[smutbymia]

classmate jeno x reader with enemies to lovers please 🥺

There were a million and one reasons why you couldn’t stand Jeno: 

1. he’s an asshole

2. he’s the student body president for the second year in a row (you lost twice)

3. he’s a popular rich kid

4. he’s smart, athletic, AND good looking (I mean seriously... who is that lucky?)

Just to list a few. 

        You went to school together all your lives and it somehow felt like each year he got more and more irritating. This year is your last year and you promised yourself you wouldn’t let whatever ridiculous rivalry you and Jeno had ruin it. And so far you had done a good job of keeping that promise until this very moment. 

School had ended for the day, marking the completion of the first week of your senior year. You were reaching for a pen that dangled from a string next to a sign up sheet when you felt the warm skin of another hand brush against yours. You raised your head planning to mutter a quick apology to the person until you locked eyes with that bastard Jeno. The soft expression on your face immediately went icy as did his. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spat at him, the pen lingering in your hand. Jeno plucked it from between your fingers and wrote his name on the sign up sheet. Your eyes went wide and he dropped the pen, letting it hang from its string once more before turning to you and stepping forward. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he towered over you with his height. 

You groaned, stomping your feet before whining “You’re already president, why do you have to join yearbook too?” 

Jeno rolled his eyes, “Because I need more clubs for my college application.”

Your eyes shot daggers into his. You picked up the dangling pen and scribbled your name under his on the list before turning on your heels and walking into the open classroom next to you. You emerged from the room an hour later, expressionless. You pinched yourself, hoping that today was just an awful nightmare. Person after person left the room, walking past you until the hall went quiet with the exception of a few voices that lingered further down the school hall as people slowly made their way out. 

Things had gotten just slightly worse. When choosing the president for the Yearbook club, you and Jeno ended up in a deadlocked vote -- thus encouraging Mr. Park, the faculty member in charge to come up with the brilliant idea of electing you both to share the presidency. As if it wasn’t bad enough that you had to be in the same club. Now the two of you would be spending basically the entire year together working on such an important project. 

“Im not going to let him ruin me, I’m not going to let him ruin me, I’m not going to let him ruin me,” you repeated to yourself quietly as you slowly walked towards the nearest exit, in what felt like a daze. 

“That is quite the mantra,” teased Jeno. He had left the classroom last after talking with Mr. Park and caught up to you at some point. You jumped at the sound of his voice. 

“What do you want now?” you groaned.

Jeno stepped in front of you blocking your path. 

“Does it look like I want to be president with you? I’m being mature about it because it’s what everyone else wanted so you should stop acting like such a brat,” he spat. 

“You’re calling ME a brat? How ironic,” you scoffed, “You’re already in a ton of different clubs and hold multiple presidencies. What else could you possibly need for your college application? You could even buy your way in if you wanted to.”

Jeno froze at your final sentence. You continued the assault of words. “You know what your problem is? You can’t stand to lose,” you said, standing toe to toe with him. Jeno chuckled under his breath before bending slightly so that his face was hovering over your face. 

“You know what your problem is, princess? You’re okay with losing unless it’s to me,” he began, “You may still be royalty but that doesn’t mean you are anywhere near as powerful as I am,” he said as he straightened himself back up, walking backwards as he spoke. He tapped on one of the series of pins fastened to his school uniform jacket and you dropped your gaze to see what he was gesturing to -- it was a golden line drawing of a king’s crown. You locked eyes one last time before he turned around and stormed out of the school, leaving you standing alone in the empty corridor, blood rushing through your body with your fists balled up at your sides. 

That night you returned home, diving right into your study routine and getting an early start on some assignments to distract yourself from the awful day you were having. You had just gotten comfortable in bed when your phone buzzed with new notifications. You leaned over to squint at the bright screen. 

JENO: It’s Jeno 

JENO: School tomorrow. 5:30pm. 

You groaned before reaching for the device to type out a reply. 

Y/N: How did you get my number?

JENO: I’m the student body president. I can do anything I want. 

JENO: Just be there we have work to do. 

You rolled your eyes at his response before locking your phone and drifting off to bed.

The next day flew by the way Saturday’s typically did. You had breakfast with your family before heading out for a jog and coming home to do some workouts on youtube in your bedroom before taking some time to study and do some yearbook club work. When that evening finally rolled around you threw on some black biker shorts and a comfy oversized black graphic tee with some rock bands logo printed on the front before putting your hair up into a bun. 

Your school uniform was very preppy looking and you had to keep up appearances so every other part of your appearance had to be up to the same standard everyday. This resulted in you dressing quite “girly” so you enjoyed being able to dress down on the weekends when you weren’t out socializing.

Once you were done getting ready you made your way over to the school. According to Jeno, he had both keys and permission for the both of you to get some work done despite it being a Saturday. A security guard was parked outside by the gates when you arrived and you held up your yearbook club pass before he gave you a quick nod then immediately returned to watching some sports game on his phone screen and eating a sandwich. 

When you finally entered the school and got to the Yearbook/Media club lounge, you found Jeno leaning back in a computer chair as he clicked away at the mouse with his eyes glued to the monitor. He didn’t hear you when you entered because of the headphones he had covering his ears. He was dressed down too. He sported grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt and his black hair looked slightly damp as the strands clumped together slightly and rested against his forehead. He nodded his head to music, and tapped his free fingers against the desk he was seated at. 

When you stepped further into the room he spun in his chair to face you. Jeno’s eyes scanned the entirety of your body before he slipped the headphones down to his neck and spoke. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your preppy headband, all that makeup, and those stupid earrings you always wear,” he muttered. 

Okay, low blow. The downside to wearing school uniforms is that you lose a lot of your individuality, and the school rules limit what you can and cannot wear. In fact, students had to fight for the right to accessorize until the ban was lifted. You personally enjoyed wearing tons of different earrings from hoops, to waterfalls and of course you felt a nice headband would draw together your academia look. Both were your signatures and makeup was just a given at such a fancy school. 

“I’d insult you back but honestly you look a lot less annoying when you’re not wearing that preppy uniform jacket filled with pins and patches,” you snapped back. 

“Whatever, I never said it was meant to be an insult,” he mumbled before gesturing for you to come look at his computer screen. 

“I’ve been working on the first draft for the welcome week pages. I think we should follow this layout and theme for the rest of the yearbook. I’m submitting it to Mr. Park,” said Jeno.  

You looked over the screen as Jeno waited for your feedback. “I like my version better,” you said after a few minutes. 

“Your version? Let’s see it then,” he urged. You took a USB keychain that hung with the rest of your keys out of your bag and connected it to the computer before leaning over Jeno and pulling up the file. He shifted his chair backwards to give you room, and sat back as he admired you from behind. It wasn’t until you spoke to him again that you realized what he was doing. 

“How does it look?” you asked as the document loaded onto the screen.

“Real good...” he said as his voice dropped an octave. You turned your head to face him, catching him with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyes still set on your backside before he drew them up to meet your gaze and flashing you a cheeky smile that turned his eyes into crescent moons. 

“Stop being a perv and come look,” you said sternly as you changed your position, lowering yourself to your knees by the monitor. Jeno scooted his chair forward again before looking up at your work. Within seconds he had a series of critical comments spilling from his mouth thus triggering a heated argument between the two of you. 

“You know what? I’m tired of going back and forth with you. Let’s just send both to Mr. Park and see which one he likes best,” he challenged. You were both on your feet now and standing toe to toe like you did yesterday during your face off. 

“Fine,” you accepted. Jeno sent the files off and the two of you drifted off into other work. You were both working in the dark room, developing some film, when you heard the faint sound of an email notification ring out from the monitor in the room next door. You and Jeno immediately looked at each other before frantically wrapping up your work and rushing to the computer. 

The two of you were huddled closely by the screen when Jeno clicked on the email to reveal its contents. You both silently read the screen before you were overcome with disappointment 

Mr. Park: Hey President’s. Both look great and would work perfectly with this years Yearbook but if you want my personal opinion, I think I’m leaning more towards Jeno’s! Great work so far and kudos for being so productive on a Saturday! Reach out if you need anything. 

You groaned as you stood back up. Jeno chuckled next to you. 

“Congratulations, you win again,” you snapped at him. He was so caught off guard by your tone that his smile fell from his face immediately and was quickly replaced by a smug expression. 

“Is that all that matters to you?” he asked raising his voice, “winning?”

You were toe to toe for the third time now and it was really starting to get on your nerves because Jeno was built and tall and something about him looking down on you made this stupid position even more annoying for you. 

“One thing! You couldn’t just let me have this one thing!” you yelled back. 

“Oh... my... GOD. You are unbearable!” Jeno groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

“You want to know why I couldn’t let you have this one thing?” he started, leaning down closer to your face. He was inches from you now and his breath danced across your lips when he spoke. 

“Because... you’re such a fucking brat. Every time you whine and complain all I can think about is filling up this pretty mouth so I don’t have to hear your voice anymore,” he said through gritted teeth, reaching his hand up to your chin. 

“And your face... the look on your face every time i beat you at something or take something away from you... the way your eyes get big and teary, and the way you pout your lips like you’re doing right now” he continued, running his index finger across your bottom lip. 

“Nothing turns me on more than taming you like this,” he whispered. Your body shivered under his touch. You were fuming on the inside at his words. They hurt. Yet you were also feeling things you had never felt before. Your eyes scanned Jeno’s face, along his lips and eyes and his jawline. Your nipples hardened underneath the cotton material of your shirt. Jeno noticed. You fought back tears of frustration as one slipped down your cheek, cursing yourself for being so turned on at a moment like this. 

“Don’t cry, baby girl,” Jeno muttered as he took his free hand to wipe away at the tear as his other hand cradled your cheek. Your hands were balled into fists at your sides and you stood frozen in your spot. 

“You’ve been so worried about me ruining you, but maybe that’s exactly what you need to get rid of that attitude...hmm?” he murmured. 

“I-I hate you,” you sputtered out, sounding more whiney than angry. Jeno let out a breath of air as the corner of his mouth turned up into a brief smile. He  stepped closer to you and you stepped back until you were trapped against a table.

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled as he hovered his lips dangerously close to yours, eyes searching yours for any sign of resistance. You broke eye contact with him as your gaze settled on his lips. You subconsciously licked your own as you blinked away the remainder of the dampness in your eyes. 

You didn’t notice the way you gravitated towards his lips like a magnet until he leaned away from you slightly and your lips chased after his -- not letting the distance grow too much. Your eyes were still glued to his lips which had formed into a smug grin when you noticed how you had chased after his lips like a needy girl just as you felt the first wave of heat rush to your face.

“Just as I thought...” he muttered as one of his hands dropped to your waist and you felt him tighten his grip ever so slightly. Jeno ran his hand down the side of your body, trailing his fingers along your thighs before running his hands back up again -- this time gripping the bare skin of your waist underneath your graphic tee. 

You sucked in air when his warm hands came in contact with your skin. His eyes were glued to your face and his expression showed a slight hint of darkness. Jeno gripped your waist with both hands firmly before suddenly lifting you off the floor to sit on the edge of the table you had been trapped against. 

You let out a gasp as your butt landed on the cool surface, leaving you seated with Jeno standing between your legs. He bridged the gap between you by stepping closer and pulling you by your hips -- until every part of you was pressed against him. Your hands flew up to his chest to stop you from literally crashing into his chiseled torso.  

You accidentally let out a breathy moan when your crotches met -- feeling Jeno pressed against your center, leaving only the thin material of your biker shorts and your undies between your bodies. Jeno bit his bottom lip in response and rolled his lips once more, making you whimper and sending your hands sliding from his chest down to his waist. You hesitated but your hand placement was a dead giveaway that you wanted more friction. Jeno pulled at your hips one more time as he met your center with another stroke. You felt wetness begin to pool between your legs and tightened your grip on his waist. This time it was you who pulled him forward but he froze just before your bodies could properly connect again as you desperately tried to rut yourself against him. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. Your gaze immediately locked with his, eyes wide and lips pouted, a bit frustrated that he had stopped moving. 

“Good girl... Didn’t think you’d listen to me so well the first time,” he said, rewarding you with another roll of his hips. You groaned at the contact. 

“F-first time?” you question, rolling your hips to meet his as his breathing became more unstable. 

“It’s gonna be a long year, baby,” he started, “We have to work together, so it’s my responsibility to calm you down when you get all bratty.” 

There was something really sexy about the way you both managed to continuously grind against each other in pure ecstasy while having a full blown conversation, speaking between moans and grunts. 

“I’m n-not a brat, you’re just an asshole,” you snapped as you crossed your legs at your ankles, pulling him against you even harder. 

Jeno cursed under his breath at the friction as his hands reached down to grip at your ass before mumbling, “only person who thinks i’m an asshole is you,” he taunted, “you on the other hand are widely known for acting like a complete...”

You interrupted him with another roll of your hips, as a groan slipped from his lips. “Choose your next words carefully, Jeno,” you warned. 

he chuckled before finishing his almost forgotten sentence, “princess... that’s what you’re known for. For acting like such a fucking princess,” he groaned. 

Jeno wasn’t entirely wrong. You did strive for excellence when it came to your common interests in academics and extracurriculars. In fact, a pet peeve of yours was the fact that you and Jeno were always compared to each other, with most of the school being shocked that two people who were so alike seemed to always be at war with each other. In everyone else's eyes you were both one in the same.

Though you were respected, you weren’t delusional. There were definitely people who weren’t fond of you, but you had chalked it up to mere jealousy that was inevitable for a person who excelled as much as you did to experience. Jeno must have noticed your mind wandering because he lifted your chin slightly to direct your attention back to him muttering a soft “hey...” as he snaked his free hand up your shirt, hands brushing against your bare breast. 

You moaned when you felt his fingers tease your sensitive nipple. “Whats wrong with being a princess? People only call me that because they’re jealous,” you questioned. You had definitely begun to soak through your shorts, as you watched a faint wet patch begin to show on Jeno’s joggers. You gripped at the collar of his shirt as he dropped his head down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses all over the delicate skin. 

“F-fuck,” you groaned at the contact, hips jerking. 

“Exactly,” jeno said, lifting his head to lock his eyes with you again. “They’re jealous of how powerful you are... but that’s exactly what turns me on,” he confessed. 

He ran his hands along your cheek, leaning in to a whisper. “Do you know how hard it makes me when I think about turning the most powerful girl in school into a powerless mess?” Jeno tugged at one of your nipples as he finally drew your mouth into his for a kiss. You whimpered into his mouth, overcome with pleasure. 

Jeno deepened the kiss and for once you just allowed him to take control. As much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny that his energy was intoxicating and yes, maybe you were a little bit jealous of him for the same reasons as others were jealous of you. 

How could you not be attracted to someone who was as driven and talented and equally, if not even more powerful than you were in that regard. As much as you butt heads there was no doubt that you were very much a good fit for each other-- if all the fighting and competition were set aside, that is. But this didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was the way he was making you feel. It was as if though all those years of tension had finally bubbled over. 

Jeno’s tongue swirled against yours sloppily, just the way you liked. Even your bodies seemed to be on the same page. He pulled away from you after a few minutes of making out -- leaving a trail of spit hanging from your lips to his as he lifted you off the table and carried you over to one of the couches in the lounge area of the room. 

The sun had already begun to set ages ago, and only the faint hint of the computer screens you had been working on were illuminating the room. Jeno sat on the couch with you straddling his lap as he pulled his shirt over his head. You did the same and soon enough you were both left topless. Jeno wasted no time drawing you towards him and trapping a nipple between his lips as he palmed your other breast. You arched your back into him letting his name spill from your mouth. 

He kissed his way back up your chest as he pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Mmm.. Need all of this gone,” he said as he pulled at your shorts. You got up from his lap, and he immediately began to peel off the remainder of your clothing, dragging the material down the length of your body. 

His breath hitched as he stripped you of your shorts to reveal your white cotton thong. He brushed his fingers softly against the material before mumbling to himself, “cute...” 

His fingers ran against your slit, feeling the damp material under his touch and making you grow weak in the legs. 

“You’re so wet for me already... Such a good girl,” he said. Hearing words of praise fall from his lips like that made you feel so soft. For some reason, compliments hit different when they came from him. Your eyes drifted to the growing bulge in Jeno’s joggers. 

Your mouth fell open with the sudden desire to be filled with as much of him as you could fit as you slowly fell to your knees. Jeno raised his eyebrows while he watched you intently. You tapped your fingers against his knee, “off, please” you said as you pulled at the strings in the waistband of his bottoms. 

“Fuck, do you know how good you look on your knees for me?” he said as he lifted his hips to get rid of the rest of his clothing. Your eyes went wide when he finally settled back into his seat and began stroking his length while analyzing your expression. 

For once you couldn’t blame him for the arrogant expression on his face. He had every right to be proud of what he was packing. 

“Ugh, is every part of you perfect?” you complained as you scooted closer to him. You dragged your fingernails along his thighs as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth again. Your fingers danced dangerously close to his member as he slowed the movement of his hand before letting go of himself. 

You wrapped your hand around him, shocked at how much bigger he looked between your fingers. He throbbed and raised his hips slightly, thrusting up into your first. “Needy...” you teased, looking up at him as you giggled softly. 

“Y/n” he whimpered, a bit embarrassed at the sounds leaving his mouth now that you had momentarily gained the upper-hand. Jeno watched as you pressed your tongue to the slit of his cock before popping the head right into your mouth and sinking down around his length in one go, bottoming out. 

Your lips were wrapped around the very base of his cock when you moaned around him, making your entire mouth vibrate. 

“Holy shit,” he moaned loudly as he reached out a hand to draw circles on your cheeks while you worked at his length. You lifted your mouth all the way back, as his hips jerked forward again, fucking into your mouth as another whimper fell from his mouth. Your eyes were locked in his and you couldn’t believe how different he looked. His hard expression had gone soft. You had definitely managed to strip him momentarily of his power. 

“So naughty - where’d you learn - to use your mouth like this- huh, princess?” he asked between thrusts. Your eyes watered but you continued to let him use your mouth as you watched him grow more desperate. 

You removed him from your mouth with a pop as you pumped at his length fast. Jeno cursed under his breath before letting his head fall back on the couch for a moment. 

“Gonna c-cum,” he warned. 

“Look at me,” you ordered and Jeno obeyed.

You locked eyes as you delivered the final pumps, and waited with your mouth open and your tongue out as you felt him throb underneath your grip before spurts of his warmth shot up -- spilling onto your tongue and dripping from your lips down your chin. The remainder of his cum had spilled over onto your fingers, and you released him to pop them into your mouth to clean them off. 

You were aimlessly licking and sucking at your fingers, caught up in your own world when you noticed Jeno staring at you, chest rising and falling with a surprised expression on his face. 

“Hmm?” you hummed as you titled your head, wondering if everything was okay. Jeno, who had just cum harder than he ever had in his life was in pure disbelief at how you sat so calmly and managed to look so sweet and innocent with his cum dripping down your chin as you suckled at your own fingers. The sight alone made him start to grow hard almost instantly. 

After a few seconds he snapped out of it, leaning forward and cupping your cheek in his hand like he had been all night. 

“D-don’t think I’m letting you win that easily,” he muttered. He motioned for you to get off your knees, and he drew you in for a kiss as he repositioned you both on the couch so he would be on top of you. You seemed to have sparked the competitive fire within him. 

Jeno hadn’t expected you to switch on him like that and he was determined to follow through on his promise of ruining you. 

He trailed kisses down your body, skipping your pelvic region to drop kisses along your thighs as he peeled off your panties. 

“I’m sorry but I won’t be going easy on you... not after what you just did,” he warned as he pushed apart your thighs. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your center and it drove you insane. 

Jeno carried out the first lick along the length of your slit and it was enough to have you moaning and immediately roping your hands in his hair. You had been turned on for so long that even the slightest touch felt like heaven. 

He flicked his tongue against your entrance, muttering to himself about how great you taste, teasing you as your clit yearned for attention. He worked at your flesh, dipping his tongue in between the folds of your center before prodding at your hole and slipping his tongue inside. You tried to move your hips against his mouth but he firmly held you in place.

“Jeno, p-please,” you pleaded. He smiled against your skin as  he continued to dip his tongue into your hole, driving you closer to the edge but still not quite getting you there. 

“Whats wrong, princess?” he taunted before running his tongue up the length of your slit, once again avoiding your clit. You whimpered, reaching your hand down to feel yourself before he roped his fingers in yours to stop you. He lightly flicked his tongue against your clit, just enough to send electricity running through your body but still not enough to please you entirely. 

“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said as he blew air softly against your center, the sensitivity was overwhelming. He planted a soft kiss directly on top of your clit that would have melted your heart a bit if you weren’t so violently horny at this point. So instead, your hips jerked against the plushy feeling of his pursed lips. Jeno chuckled at your body’s reaction, before repeating the action -- drawing the same result.

After the third peck landed on your clit, and the third jerk of your hips sent you into a frenzy, you simply couldn’t resit any longer. 

Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and words spilled endlessly from your mouth. “Please, Jeno.. fuck, please let me cum. I’m d-desperate,” you confessed as your hips raised off of the couch, and he pulled away teasingly watching you squirm beneath him. 

“How would you like to cum, baby?” he asked.

“I need to feel you inside of me,” you pleaded before adding a soft “please” to the end of your sentence. 

You watched Jeno position himself at your entrance before stopping. 

“i’m on the pill, we don’t need --,” you assured him, reading his expression. 

He groaned straight away, interrupting you before you could finish as his mind drifted to places he was too ashamed to admit. He ran his head along your slit, making you twitch before he entered you with a quick snap of his hips, bottoming out immediately and forcing a scream from your lips. 

You weren’t sure what to expect from Jeno but it definitely wasn't this. He angled himself perfectly, propping you up so he was hitting all the right places as he pounded into you relentlessly. Within a single minute you were both racing towards your orgasms. 

“I’m close,” he murmured as he planted a kiss to your lips. 

“Me too,” you answered, “one last thing...” you said as he continued to thrust into you at a delicious pace. 

“Hmm.. what is it, baby?” he asked. You locked eyes with him, feeling quite shy at your next words. 

“F-fill me up, please. I want you to cum inside of me, really really badly,” you whimpered and with a final groan at your unexpected demand, you felt Jeno’s warmth spill all over your insides, sending you right over the edge and leaving your insides contracting against him. The two of you remained exactly how you were for awhile. 

Jeno was the first to move after catching his breath. He slowly slipped out of you with a breathy moan before lowering himself towards your center and softly licking at your folds even though they were covered in his own cum. 

“Shit, i’m sorry... I barely made it to the end of your sentence before letting go,” he chuckled as he lapped at your skin. 

“JENO” you shrieked as an unexpected orgasm rushed through you again when he flattened his tongue against your entire slit and you found yourself moving against his mouth in seek of more pleasure. You pushed his head away as you clenched your legs together feeling a mixture of both pleasure and agony run through your body. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry... last one, i promise” he laughed as he moved to your face to plant soft kisses on your cheeks and a peck on your lips. It took you a while to come back from your high.

     it was a bit late when you guys had finally cleaned up and locked the school back up. Jeno had driven you home in his new Volvo which he tried to convince you was a totally normal back to school gift, and had texted you for the remainder of the night about things like yearbook, and homework. It almost seemed as though what had happened was merely a dream. 

It wasn't until you were back at school on Monday that you realized that going back to normal was going to be impossible. You and Jeno still bickered over Yearbook decisions and didn’t hesitate to challenge each other during class debates but things had changed. Every annoying exchange you had simply fuelled your desire more. 

You’d get into intense match ups only to find yourselves coming up with excuses about Yearbook club to sneak out of class for quickies in Jeno’s car. He even had his way with you more times than you could count across his desk in the office he was awarded after becoming student body president. At first it was fun -- your adrenaline would pump at the thought of sneaking around so much but then things slowly started to shift again. 

Soon, you would spend afternoons at his freaking massive mansion of a family home where you guys would go over yearbook work. When you didn’t have yearbook work to do, he began inviting you over for study sessions, and to do homework -- all of which would end in amazing sex. Soon those invites extended to regular hangouts for no particular reason but to enjoy each others company and you found yourself drifting away from casual hookups to something that felt heavier -- more serious. 

The final nail in the coffin was when Jeno let your little secret slip after getting so worked up in a class discussion. You had been discussing the symbolism of a film you had just watched for an english class when you began to clash. 

“Baby, that makes no sense,” he mumbled after you had shared your opinion. He was doodling aimlessly on his notebook. The entire class went wide eyed, and a few gasps were let out.

“Actually, it makes perfect s--” you began before freezing. You had just noticed his mistake, and everyone had noticed yours which was how the pet name didn’t seem to phase you at all. Luckily Mr. Park quickly moved on to another topic as you both sat cursing yourselves silently. 

After the final bell rang for the day, you locked eyes with Jeno. 

“Idiot,” you mouthed. He offered you a sheepish grin in return as he approached your desk.

“I’m sorry, it slipped,” he began, “but now that every knows..” Jeno, slipped his arm around you as you entered the hallway. Most students minded their business, which you were grateful for while others stared and whispered. 

“I have a student body meeting for the next hour... you have debate team right?,” he said as you approached an intersecting series of hallways. You nodded.

“I’ll meet you outside then, and we can go to mine to go over the photographer schedules for this months events,” Jeno said. 

“Sounds good,” you responded before turning on your heels to head in the opposite direction. Jeno’s grip on your wrist had him tugging you back towards him. 

He stood above you with an annoyed expression on his face, pouting. He pulled your face close to his, mumbling about you being heartless before he planted a lingering kiss on your lips, of course drawing the attention of onlookers. Your cheeks were on fire when he pulled back, leaving you flustered and a bit embarrassed as he shot you a final wink before checking his watch and rushing off to his meeting. You turned around to head to debate club, wondering how exactly your biggest enemy had turned into the sweetest, most caring lover you could have ever asked for. 

[yangsrose]

word count: 124 words

genre: slice of life

warnings: none

authors notes: ahhhh so i wrote this really quickly because i randomly had the idea to but i hope it’s still good!!

[10:30] Jeno watched as your hair blew in the wind, your carefree laughter filling the warm summer air and mixing with the loud music that was blasting from the car speakers. He felt his cheeks heat up as he made eye contact with you, reciprocating your smile with an equally wide eye smile from him. When you had proposed to go on an impromptu trip to the beach, Jeno was quite hesitant to agree since he wanted to plan out everything. But seeing the way that you loudly sang along to the music playing made him question why he even second guessed the trip. He joined along, letting all the worries that he had prior to the trip fly away in the wind.

[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun 

iv.xlvii (m)

trigger warning: mentions of abortion

"Good morning", Jaehyun whispered and turned to you. The new year has started and you spent New Year's Eve alone together with your children. The twins were very sensitive to noise and you didn't want to leave them in a noisy environment with lots of fireworks. But in the end they slept through the New Year. "Good morning," you say softly and smile. Jaehyun pulled you closer and stroked your hips. You already knew where this was going, especially when his lips were on your chest. He started to moan softly before you could say anything. "What if the children come in?" You ask him quietly. Jaehyun shook his head and put his body over yours. "You ask that every time." He sighs and suddenly pulled the blanket over your body. "Do you remember when we were in the dorm? We were so horny that we used every second to sleep with each other. And when Jungwoo was in the room, we did it very slowly under the covers." He winked and pulled your panties aside at the same time. "Oh, surely he noticed." You just let him do it and thought of the time when they really always slept sneaky together. "But our children are innocent. When they ask what we do, we just say we are playing." He winked and stroked you between your folds. You press your lips together and start moaning softly. "What if I cum? You know I can't be quiet on your cock." You wink and Jaehyun has to close his eyes briefly to collect himself. Dirty talk always turned him on. "We'll do it very slowly, maybe you can suppress your moan then." He leaned down to kiss you gently. "Fuck, you're already very wet," he then stated and stuck a finger into you. Your chest rose and you couldn't wait to have his length inside you. "Are you ready?" You ask him and Jaehyun grinned. It took his cock and slapped it on your stomach. He was already fat and well blooded. His veins stuck out thick and blue and you knew him when he looked like this ... he was more than ready. "Any questions?" He looked at you grinning and you shake your head. "Then fuck me." You pull him towards you and Jaehyun began to position himself correctly. It only took 2 seconds for his tip to reach your entrance. But it didn't come to more because then the door opened. "Mummy ..." Sunoh rubbed his eyes and his hair stood up. "What are you doing?" Your son asked and came to your bed. "We cuddle," you say and put your arms around Jaehyun. "I also want." Sunoh put his hands on the mattress and looked at you two with his big dark eyes. "I'm so hard it hurts," Jaehyun whispers in your ear and sighed. "Go to the bathroom. I'll take care of Sunoh," you tell him and Jaehyun nodded. He quickly took something to cover himself then his phone and disappeared into the bathroom to jerk off. Meanwhile, you lift Sunoh up and cuddle with him. "Did you sleep well, my big one?" You ask him while you stroke his hair. "YES!" He grinned and then giggled.

In the afternoon you go for a walk with Johanna and the twins. The next few days was her appointment for the abortion and she was starting to feel bad. Thousands of thoughts were in her head, and she was also slowly noticing symptoms of her pregnancy such as fatigue and nausea. "Do you think you shouldn't tell Johnny after all?" You ask her and push the stroller with the twins in front of you. "I just can't ..." She sighed and looked into the distance. "Did you tell Jaehyun?" She asked worried and you shake your head. "No, he would be mad that I would bother him with something like that and he would ultimately tell Johnny. He doesn't even know that I'm going to meet you now." You sigh because you hate to be hiding something from Jaehyun, but if he would ask, you couldn't keep quiet. "Thanks Y/N, I know this is difficult for you." Johanna felt guilty, but it wasn't easy for her either. "It's tough I know, but I'm sure you know you are doing the right thing." Johanna nodded briefly and it was quiet for a moment. "I wish I was the person who can keep the child. But I fight so hard to be a good mother to Jaina and Jasper. But sometimes I look at them when they cry and I feel nothing. No motherly love, I'm just cold. As soon as I hear they in the morning they annoy me. I'm happy when they are with Johnny. I don't miss them either. I take care of them and everything, but I'm happy if they are asleep or not there. Something is wrong with me." Johanna suddenly started crying and you couldn't do anything other than hold her in your arms. "I've wanted kids with Johnny so badly. I always thought I'd be a good Mum, but I'm not ... I'm not ..." She kept sobbing and then began to stutter. "You are not?" You try to help her, but Johanna still found it difficult to say everything. She takes a step to the side and stares at you. "I am not like you!" She presses her lips together as if she had said something insulting. "Like me?" "Come on Y/N, you are Mother Theresa of everyone here. You already have four children, love them all and take care of them. You even take care of Chichi." Johanna sighed and her shoulders slumped. "I think some people are born with it, some are not." You smile and stroke her shoulder. "Yes, probably." Johanna smiled too and the mood was a little better now. It helped her to speak honestly with you about everything.

When you slowly got home, Johanna stopped and suddenly hugged you. "Thank you for being there for me. Without you everything would be much harder." "No problem. I'm always there for you." You hug her tightly and try to give her as much comfort as possible. And suddenly Johanna became very gentle. "Sorry I'm so emotional. Probably the pregnancy hormones." "Pregnancy Hormones?" Johnny suddenly came out of your house and spotted you both. Johanna gave her a startled look and you couldn't say anything either. "What's going on here?", Johnny asked a little louder now. In the meantime Cujo ran out of the house to greet you and for this reason Jaehyun ran after your dog and he was also surprised to see you with Johanna. "Oh, hi Johanna," he greeted her uncertainly. "Johanna, what's going on? Why are you talking about pregnancy hormones?" Johnny was really angry now and he wanted an answer. "It's nothing ..." Johanna tried to lie, but he no longer believed her. "I heard what you said. ARE YOU PREGNANT?" Johnny almost screamed in anger or maybe in panic. However, from the noise, Kiwoo wakes up and starts crying. "Maybe we can go into the house and sort it out in peace?" Jaehyun helped you with the stroller while you pick up Kiwoo and hug him. You all go into the house and Jaehyun now also took Geon, who was still asleep. The children were all still playing in the living room and Jasper slept in the bed where the twins actually sleep. You sit in the kitchen and Johnny was really upset. Kiwoo was already grabbing your chest and indicating that he was hungry. And you had no choice in the midst of this drama to bare your chest and nurse Kiwoo. But Johnny and Johanna are used to it now. Jaehyun placed Geon next to Jasper and then came to the table too. "So what's going on?" He asked and saw Johnny and Johanna look at each other. "Is that what I think?", Johnny then asked and Johanna nodded. "Say it!" Johnny wanted to hear it with his own ears. Johanna looked at you and tears stood in her eyes. "Everything is fine," you say gently and stroke her hand. She nodded and you could only guess how bad she was. "I'm pregnant." It took Johanna so much courage and strength to tell him. "WHAT?" Jaehyun was totally surprised, but Johnny had another question. "From me?" "Of course from you. I don't sleep around with anyone that easily." Johanna felt offended by his question. You could see her chest move up and down. Her breathing was heavy and she didn't know how to react. "Okay okay. We should see how we do this. When is your next check-up?" Johnny was already making plans in his head, but Johanna quickly got him out of his thoughts. "I can't. I'll have an abortion. I'll have the appointment in a few days. Y/N is with me." Johanna tried to stick to the facts, but she couldn't look her ex-husband in the eye. "You want to have an abortion?" Johnny was shocked, he hadn't expected that. "Yes...." The first tears rolled down her cheek. "If I didn't meet you here by chance, you would never have told me, would you?" He asked and Johanna nodded. "WHY?" He punshed his fists on the table and Kiwoo became restless again. He started to cry and you didn't know why he was so sensitive to sounds. "Johnny, please ..." Jaehyun noticed that the children were getting restless and would like to talk it down as quietly as possible. "I just don't get it, it's our child." Johnny started to cry too. "I think we'll leave you alone", Jaehyun then says and you join him. Together with Kiwoo you go into the living room, where the children played or slept. "Mummy, I want to cuddle too." Sunoh came to you and lay down on your lap. He was having jealous phases again and wanted all your attention. "My big boy, I've been snuggling with you all morning." And don't even have sex because of it. "Again," he said, grinning. "Mummy will cuddle you later. Play with Jaina and your sister," Jaehyun said seriously and you could see that there was a lot on his mind. "Noooo." Sunoh defied and you stroke his head. "Okay, then lie there. But Daddy and I need to talk." Sunoh nodded and lay down on your lap. "What do you want to tell me Jaehyun?" You knew just by his look that he didn't like any of this. "How could you keep that to yourself?" "Because it's Johanna's business." It was very easy. You knew it was hard for her. It was her choice and you just wanted to be there for her. "But Johnny has a right to know." "He knows now." The conversation annoys you now, it wasn't your concern. "You should have said it," said Jaehyun then and looked at you seriously. "Jaehyun, this is not our fight. Do you want to fight now?" You got louder and snippier because you didn't want to interfere too much. But Kiwoo was restless again. He stopped drinking and started crying. "My little one, what's the matter with you today?" You stroke his cheek and he looked at you with wide eyes. You don't know why, but whenever you look at your children in such a moment, you became very calm. "I don't want to argue. But if you had an abortion ..." "I'm not Johanna," you interrupt him. "I'm just saying I understand Johnny in that case ..." Jaehyun tried to speak calmly, but you didn't want to argue. "And I understand Johanna in that case." In the moment you look into the kitchen and see that Johanna was crying. It was enough for you now, you didn't want to leave her in so much stress. So you got up and went to the two. "Johanna, is everything okay?", You ask her and Jaehyun followed you. "Yeah, I just have to go home." She got up and wiped away her tears. "Shall I take you home?" You ask her and she shook her head. "Thanks for everything Y/N." She hugged you tightly and then ran out of the house. You and Jaehyun look at Johnny and don't know what to do. "She still wants to have an abortion ..." he said and was just desperate.

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[markleesthighs]

Nct dream reaction to you surprising them at work?

-this is cute! thanks for sending it in! prepare for fluff

Mark

Mark was overworked to the bone. He was having back to back comebacks from SuperM to NCT 127 to NCT 2020, working with NCT Dream again. You were worried he wasn’t going to remember to eat, remembering that one time Mark came home hangry eating all the food in the fridge. So, knowing him you brought him some watermelon and fried chicken so he could take a break for lunch. 

You walked to the SM building and they let you in (of course knowing you were dating Mark, you had come by a few times already) and went up to the floor where Mark was recording his rap. You peeked in the door knocking on it and the producer saw you, letting you in and you sat on the couch in the recording room. You listened to Mark rap beautifully following the melody perfectly. But, knowing your boyfriend he would record it again fifty times if he could get it perfect. When he looked up he eventually saw you in the studio, giggled like a little schoolboy almost running out of the booth to come to hug and kiss you. 

“What are you doing here baby?”

You held up his food “I am here for your break.”

“In just a min-”

“Excuse me, Mark Lee? Do you not want to eat this chicken and watermelon with me?”

“Well...”

“If you don’t I’ll eat it all.”

With that, he immediately sat down apologizing to his producer who left you two alone to eat. 

“You have to take care of yourself more Markie, I worry about you.”

“I know, I promise I’ll listen to you more baby, thanks for taking a break with me.”

Renjun

It wasn’t a shock that Renjun was forgetful at times, always forgetting little things like his lip balm or wallet. Today Renjun was performing on stage and as you got up in the morning to brush your teeth you saw his contacts were left on the sink. Sighed to yourself giggling at your boyfriend’s silly mistake. You assumed he needed them so you drove to Inkigayo and got passed backstage thanks to a producer who knew you. The producer walked you to NCT’s hair and makeup room to where you found the other NCT members getting their hair and makeup done. 

But you couldn’t find Renjun. They all greeted you while you asked where Renjun was. They all pointed to the back where you saw him with a panicked face and pacing around the room. You saw him digging into his bag looking for something, you assumed it was his contacts. You walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He turned and smiled, happy you were here. 

“Hi darling, I’m happy your here, but I’m trying to look for my contacts.”

“You mean these contacts”

“OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!”

He hugged and kissed you all over your face. 

“You’re a lifesaver darling, you can read my mind.”

Jeno

You told Jeno that you got a new job but little did he know you’d be his new fitness trainer today. After you dropped him off you drove to the SM parking lot to park your car as you secretly entered the building without Jeno knowing. Some of the guys had weight training before Jeno and you told them to not tell him to reveal the secret, wanting to surprise him. You liked this job a lot better than your previous job, plus you got paid a lot more and saw your boyfriend often. 

Jeno had heard about you from the other guys who were subtly teasing him. 

“Did you see the new trainer, they’re hot.”

“I heard they’re into Jeno though.”

Jeno responded by saying he has a partner already and isn’t looking for a new one. He was worried as he walked into the gym, hoping this new trainer wasn’t going to flirt with him. Your back was turned as he started to talk, 

“Hey, it’s me Jen-”

You turned as he looked visibly confused. 

“y/n? What are you doing here?”

“What are you talking about? I’m your new trainer.” You said walking up to him and touching his chest. He was about to kiss you when you said:

“Now drop and give me twenty.”

“Yes ma’am/sir.”

You giggled laughing at your boyfriend as he began to follow your orders, maybe this job was the perfect one for you. 

Haechan

You were a busy person, so you rarely had time to ever stop by to visit Haechan. But today was different, you had a day off because your presentation day was yesterday, so you didn’t need to come in for other’s presentations. So you decided to go surprise hyuck at work. You entered the building past all the fangirls that looked at you confusingly, you somehow were allowed into the building? Well yes, you were classmates with the security guard and it wouldn’t take long for him to know you were here for your boyfriend, Haechan. 

You knew he had lunch so you walked to the food court seeing your boyfriend and hearing his laugh from miles away. You were trying to scare him until he spotted you, noticing a keychain on your bag he gave you on your first anniversary. He gasped at started screaming: 

“jagiyaaaaaa!!!!”

He ran to you picking you up spinning you around at least ten times. You pat him to let you down as he kissed all over your face. He then dragged you to meet his members, to which you waived and greeted all of them. 

“jagi, tell them all about how an amazing boyfriend I am.”

You laughed as you told the story of how hyuck spilled ice cream on your dress on your first date, maybe you should visit him at SM more often. 

Jaemin

Jaemin had a photoshoot today for his upcoming album. He left in the early morning but you noticed he hadn’t come back yet, it was now 8:00 PM, and you were worried. You texted him but he didn’t respond, so you decided to come and bring him a late-night snack, some honey tteokbokki. You drove to the photoshoot location and arrived watching all the members take turns in front of the camera. You were about to check if he was in the dressing room before you saw Jaemin go up and take his turn. 

You smiled, watching your boyfriend do his cute poses and serious poses. You couldn’t help but giggle. You lowered your mask so Jaemin could see you. He turned at the camera to look at you waving behind it and you saw his smile become visibly bigger. When he was done he walked on over to you and messed up your hair. 

“What is my little kitten doing here?”

“I brought you a snack” You held up the tteokbokki.

“I thought you were my snack,” he said pouting. 

You rolled your eyes as you watched him munch on your homemade tteokbokki. 

“This is soooo goood, you make the best tteokbokki.”

“Only for you babe.”

Chenle

Chenle had a shoot for NCT World 2.0 and would be gone the whole day. But that didn’t stop you from coming to the studio to support him and his members. You thought this show was going to involve serious challenges, seeing Mark cook twenty-three eggs, and Ten having to recite tongue twisters. Then, it was Chenle’s turn you anticipated what he would have to do before it was revealed. He had to break a board with his head. You laughed as your boyfriend would be known as the NCT member that could break a board with his head. 

You cheered him on along with his members as he successfully completed his mission on the first try. During the break of shooting, he saw you and giggled in his little dolphin laugh bringing you in for a hug. 

“I saw you smash that board I’m proud lele.”

He blushed “I’m so embarrassed...I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“Not at all, after all, I know you give good head.” You said with a wink.

Renjun overheard and Chenle saw his eyes go wide.

“Honey! Not in front of everyone!”

“What? I’m right.”

“Of course you are, you are always right.”

Jisung

Jisung had been working hard on his dance moves lately. With him getting new hyungs, he wanted to make sure that his skills were one of the best in NCT. That led to him working later than normal, and him missing dinner all the time. You didn’t blame him though, he would always take a pic of him in the dance mirror every night in a funny pose. You decided to come to visit him and watch him dance one night, walking to the SM building which was not too far from your shared apartment. You walked into the elevator up to the dance studio hearing the music blasting. 

You looked into the door watching your boyfriend dancing with all his heart looking at himself in the mirror. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice you walk in. He was talking with his choreographer, asking for pointers and what he could clean up until his choreographer looked at you. Following his gaze, Jisung saw you and smiled walking up to you, kissing you on the cheek. 

“What are you doing here?”

“I missed you.” You said pouting.

“Aw bunny, I missed you too...”

His choreographer subtly left leaving both of you alone, telling Jisung goodbye and that they’ll pick up where they left off tomorrow. 

“So, are you going to show me some dance moves?”

“Bunny I don’t think-”

“Try me.”

He laughed as he scooped you up and led both of you out of the door. 

“C’monnn I wanted to try and danceee.”

“Nope, can’t have my partner beat me at dancing too.”

You giggled as you hugged his neck as you both ended up eating late-night sushi, enjoying yourselves on a midnight date. 

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ooooh idk if you’re still doing the fake title game, but maybe : “give into it”. 👀

give into it | hyunjae x reader (warnings: mentions of sex, it’s a friends with benefits au so ya know)

the first time is a mistake. one made with alcohol wafting in the air and running down your throats. one of those drunken moments where pressing your lips to hyunjae’s isn’t a big deal and stays that way when he kisses you back. and when he wakes the next morning, he finds himself hungover and you next to him in bed (a place you’ve been so many times before but never a place you’ve been in like this)

“well,” you laugh, a raspy melody that makes some part of hyunjae’s chest turn warm and soft, “i guess we can add that to the list of things we’ve done together.” you’re out of bed before he can add anything else.

the second time is a bad idea in younghoon’s words. “you’re gonna get hurt,” he tells hyunjae with a pointed look as he gets ready to meet you, hyunjae ignores the concern.

“younghoon’s just being annoying,” you whisper against hyunjae’s lips, pushing his jacket off his shoulders, “as if he’s never been in a similar spot before.”

“exactly.” he exhales against your skin, breath caught between his heart and lungs.

“wait,” you stop suddenly, taking a step back from hyunjae who instinctively leans in after you, “this is... we’re on the same page here right?”

“yeah. of course,” hyunjae affirms, pulling you close once more, “just two friends who sleep who occasionally sleep with each other.”

you both forget the rest of younghoon’s concern.

the third time feels... normal. it’s too easy when hyunjae gets distracted from the movie playing on the tv screen with a stray hand and a lingering touch. it’s too simple when he forgets the film entirely and chooses instead to focus on the way you tug at his hair and the feel of your shirt bunched up in his hand. the third time leaves hyunjae feeling like he’s yours. and if he had dwelled on the nagging sense of normalcy for a second longer, hyunjae imagines he would’ve left your place feeling alarmed.

the fourth time, isn’t even the fourth time if hyunjae’s being honest. but there’s a similar sort of intamcy when you show up at his door unexplained and crying. there’s a familiar sense of closeness when he presses small kisses to your forehead and spends the night holding you between his arms. it’s after the fourth time that hyunjae wakes up with his arm thrown over your waist and something like affection dripping from his fingertips.

“what happened?” he whispers into your hair when you wake up.

“god, it’s so stupid.” you murmur, burying your face into the space between hyunjae’s arm and chest. “just a terrible, terrible first date. one of those first dates that leave you feeling like shit.”

hyunjae hadn’t even known you were dating at all. “oh.”

it’s a week after that when you call him drunk.

“hyunjae,” you giggle, the sound coming warbled through the phone. “sorry did I wake you up.”

“no,” he sighs, rubbing the remaining bits of sleep from his eyes, “i was already up.”

“ah.” you don’t say anything after that.

“why’d you call?”

“oh right. well, i guess- well no, i erm,” you’re cut off by your own laughter. “i don’t know,” you finally sigh, “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

“well, hey,” hyunjae says into the phone, a smile pulling at his lips and a knot forming in his gut. “anything else?”

“no.”

“goodnight then.”

you say it back and hang up, so fast hyunjae almost doesn’t hear the way you whisper i wish you were here.

almost.

hyunjae calls you a few days after that night, and as the phone rings he briefly wonders if you’ll realize that’s this is the first time you’ve spoken since. “we should stop.” he declares before you even have the chance to say hello. “i don’t even know what to call this but whatever this is, we should stop.”

“hyunjae, what are you-“

“please,” he breathes, voice catching, “i can’t do this.”

click.

it’s unexpected to say the least when you show up at his place later that day. you look, well, rough, but hyunjae supposes he doesn’t look much better. not with the way he’s spent the whole day in bed, his only interruptions being younghoon coming in with food and a couple i told you so’s.

“you can’t do that,” you tell him, brows pointed together and finger wagging nonsensically. “you can’t just call me and end...” you falter at that, gesturing between the two of you “us.” you seem to settle on, and hyunjae can’t help but notice the way your voice turns sad. “i get if you don’t want sleep together anymore but we were friends way before we were ever fuck buddies.”

“that’s the thing,” hyunjae sighs, “i’m not so sure if i can go back to being just friends.” you stare at him, eyes wide and glassy. “i like you. and i know what we said in the beginning, no strings attached and all that, but, i don’t know, i still fell for you. and if i’m being honest, i might’ve fell for you before all that and-“

“thank god,” you exhale, cutting him off and falling into his arms. you laugh, a small chuckle of relief that feels so out of place in the midst of all of this. “i thought you hated me or something.” you admit, mumbling the words into his neck.

“does this mean...?”

“yes, you dummy,” you say taking his face between your palms, “i like you too.”