#jaehyo x reader

[absentcaryatid]

Fishing with Jaehyo

A Block B fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Drop line fishing with a little budding romance. This is actually a sequel to something unpublished I am reworking, but it is enough to know the reader lives with found family including Jaehyo and Taeil who are siblings.

1.8 K words, Content note: teen rated, gender neutral reader, food, live bait handling, catching a fish, brief innuendo

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You had woken up far too early and could not get back to sleep. Resigned to the situation, you decided to make the best of it and try for a breakfast treat. Quietly slipping into jeans, your softest t-shirt, and a old sweatshirt bearing the logo of a popular fried chicken restaurant, you padded into the kitchen and began to brew coffee for the outing.

In the gentlest voice possible so as not to startle you, Jaehyo soon made his presence known with a good morning greeting. Confirming with the clock that it was still too early for anyone to usually be about, you apologized, “I tried to be quiet, I hope the coffee grinder did not disturb you.”

“I was awake already, but it was the pleasant scent in the air that lured me downstairs.” Your housemate was already dressed for the day, so you offered him a morning outing along with a travel mug containing coffee prepared to his liking. Taking a sip, he closed his eyes and savored the experience. “It always tastes the best when you make it.”

Glowing from the praise, you were further delighted when he agreed to your idea of fishing at dawn. Grabbing the now empty coffee can to recycle into a bait container, you headed for the entryway to pick up the bucket containing the small hand rake, two drop lines, and short handled net. With your hands already full, Jaehyo made sure to get two life jackets and carry them dangling off his arm. No matter how good a swimmer you each were, you appreciated his concern for safety. Skill counts for nothing if you are knocked out in an accident, and not every motorboat was operated by someone who adhered to safe speeds.

As you both eased your feet into calf-height rubber boots, you took note of the mist beyond the windows. Stepping out the door into the faint morning light, everything had a soft glow from the moisture in the air. The murky scent of the exposed clam flats reminded you the tide was low but your dock was in deep enough water it would not be grounded until the spring tide later in the month. It would be easy to find bait in the exposed mud of the cove.

Walking to the ramp, you were grateful for the boots since the grass and wildflowers you made your way through were damp, but that was nothing compared to the amount of water in the small craft. Unlike the motorboat that had brought you to the island so many years ago, this one tied nearby was barely more than a rowboat, but it was ideal for putting about close to shore and away from real waves. However, the overnight rain had left the boat in need of bailing and Jaehyo began the task at the stern with a plastic milk jug cut for the purpose.

Meanwhile, after delivering some of the supplies to the boat you went back up the ramp and over the rocks at the shoreline until you made your way onto the mud. Tossing a rock at the mushy ground, you noted three promising splurts of water shoot up indicating clams below. The rake made quick work of revealing each of the buried creatures and you placed the three mollusks in the empty can after rinsing them in the nearby saltwater. In case not all the bait was needed, you also thought to wrench a small clump of seaweed off the rocks nearby to keep the clams moist and alive. Any leftovers would go in the barn fridge back at the farmhouse for use in the next two days. What was not used for bait would become a treat for some creatures in Taeil's care, probably going in one of the crab tanks.

Bailing complete, Jaehyo watched from the boat as you completed the task you enjoyed. It pleased him how easily you had adapted to this sedate life and how much the quiet island with your found family seemed to suit you. Shaking some droplets off, he thought he had gotten the easier end of the bargain with only a wet hand but sensory issues made that an uncomfortable job in your eyes. Playing in the mud somehow was different, maybe the treasure hunting aspect provided a distraction from the feeling of the silty and highly scented muck on your hands.

Seeing everything was ready on your return to the dock, you untied the painter rope at the bow, stepped aboard, and buckled your life vest. Once Jaehyo brought the bumpers in you were ready to head out. He was prepared to get the outboard motor running with a yank when you stopped him with a nod to the oarlocks you were placing. The quieter nature of this slower transportation suited the silence of the morning. Smiling in agreement as you faced him on the middle seat, he first used an oar to push off from the float then passed it to you.

Hefting an oar into each lock you began rowing, checking backwards over your shoulder from time to time to steer away from the submerged rocks you knew about from long practice. Jaehyo was watching as well but you could not break the habit from years of solo trips. The two of you sat in companionable silence as you worked, with an occasional coffee slurp from your boating partner. The only other sounds were the water lightly slapping the hull and some sea birds just waking up to begin their own hunt for breakfast.

Enjoying the growing light and warming air, the time passed quickly and soon you had rowed to a favorite fishing spot and pulled the oars in. Anchoring yourselves in place with the aid of a lobster buoy pulled aboard, you took a moment to rest and enjoy the view as the mist thinned. The rocky coastline and forested interior had become home to you in a way the city of your birth never had. Taking a deep breath of fresh sea air, you reflected it felt great to be on the water this morning, and even more so with a man you had come to care for deeply over the years of platonically living together.

Taking out a pocketknife, Jaehyo opened the first clam along the muscled seam between the shell halves. He cut some of the live meat and passed the first piece to you to bait each of the drop lines, simple wooden frames with the fishing string wound around.

You worked carefully not to puncture your fingers on the fishhook, but you were not squeamish about the clam. For you it was no different than working with the very same food for cooking purposes. Accepting a second piece as he worked to prepare more for the next round, you readied the other drop line. Both of your tasks completed, you rinsed your hands over the side in the saltwater and wiped them as dry as could be managed on the sweatshirt. Next came the job of catching breakfast so you began to unfurl the string with the sinker weight above the hook helping guide the bait to the ocean floor. Hitting bottom with the line going slack, you both wound the string back up slightly. You were fishing for flounder and not crabs for breakfast.

There were a few nibbles and some rebaiting, but most of the time passed quietly. Eventually you thought to ask something that had been on your mind on earlier fishing outings both alone and with Jaehyo. “With his love for the corydoras and other sea life, how does Taeil feel about what we get up to out here?”

“He understands smaller fish are eaten by bigger fish.”

You grinned in understanding, “And we are just the larger fish in this case. Good to know he does not hold it against us.”

Your boating companion gave a rueful grin, “No, the way he feels toward you, he could never hold anything against you.” Blushing slightly, he added the confession, “None of us could. If anything, he does envy the amount of time we spend together though.”

Downplaying your excitement at his admission, you kept the conversation light. “I really enjoy our fishing time even if most of it is silent. Just being in your company feels very relaxing and calming.”

Jaehyo nodded in agreement.

“All our time together is not causing stress with your oldest brother though, is it? I do not want to come between you.”

“Oh I don't think he'd mind that.” It was Jaehyo's wink that sealed the double meaning and you nearly fell off the boat's bench seat laughing at the very uncharacteristic innuendo from your fishing partner. He saw he had not gone too far and joined in until both of you had to wipe tears from your eyes, not with literally clammy hands but along your long sleeves. Alone on the water, you loved seeing a freer side of the man you were developing quite a crush on. You were tempted to voice your growing romantic admiration when your line gave a tug.

Jaehyo took the drop line from you to wind it up quickly while his own was placed beneath his boot to keep the line from doling out more length. Far more quickly than the string could have been wound up, you pulled it in hand over hand and triumphantly discovered a much-desired flounder on the hook. With the net ready, Jaehyo brought it into the boat then filled the bucket with sea water to give your prize a live trip back.

Emptying the net and watching the mottled fish in sandy tones settle at the bottom, you noticed your stomach begin to growl. Jaehyo took the hint, and the second line was speedily brought up and his soggy bait tossed overboard to be discovered by a lucky ocean scavenger. With another wordless communication, you gestured to the outboard and Jaehyo fired it up and ably piloted the brief distance home in no time at all. Confessing feelings by shouting over the sound of the boat's motor really did not seem like the best approach to you so the moment passed unspoken. It was a shame really because the setting was ideal. Wind in his hair and glowing in the now full sun, he looked both at peace with the world and utterly handsome. He wore the mix well.

Sending you up the ramp once docked, he promised to take care of everything else if you got straight to cooking breakfast flounder, a deal you readily agreed to. There was, however, something more important that had to happen first. Putting the bucket down for a moment, you slipped back to Jaehyo on the float and gave a little peck to his cheek. As he held a hand to his face in wonder, it warmed his heart to hear you say, “Thank you for being my date this morning. You get to pick the next one.”

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Masterlist

[bearseokie]

devout

— Chained to the man you have loved for a long while, he keeps you conscious while attempting an escape.

pairing: jaehyo x gender-neutral! reader genre: spy! au, partners2lovers, romance, angst, fluff if you squint word count: 1k [warnings]: blood, losing consciousness, restraints (handcuffs), jaehyo being a caring partner, this is too cliché yikes

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Dragged along the tiles, your blood smeared against the white flooring. Each crack and crevice pulled at your body until the cold feeling of metal caressed your skin, a bench pushed and screwed into the wall as you laid against it. The air stale and crisp, the man beside you fully conscious and sending daggers into the enemies eyes made you take in a sharp breath.

“Keep your eyes open.” Jaehyo sounded from beside you.

The person that had pulled you into the room clicked something onto your arm, matching it with Jaehyo’s. Pulling at the limb, steel cuffs enveloped around each of your wrists, the arm of the bench holding you both captive.

This was where you had been led to, the deep growl of the man that once trusted the two of you emitting some curse before he slammed the door shut behind him. The rickety building rattled, the sound of his boots creaking up the steps from within the basement echoing over the adjacent man’s voice as he called out your name.

“Hey.” Jaehyo called out, slipping his hand beneath the chair’s arm to raise your chin to his eye level.

His eyes met your bloodshot ones, tears still drying into the skin of your cheeks as his teeth gritted. “This wasn’t meant to happen. How did they find out our alias!”

The blood dripping down your temple was thin, drying in the cold air of the bottom floor. Your head rested against his palm, the comforting heat from his body lulling your eyes closed.

“No, don’t do that.” he hissed, curling his fingers to pull at your exhausted state. “You probably have a concussion from the sound of what they were doing to you in there. Stay awake, okay?”

You could hardly speak, the hours of interrogation taxing, more so that you had to keep your guard up and not give away the case.

“How did they know?” He asked himself again.

Your light chuckle made his head twist to the side, peering down at you under swollen eyes from his own session of pain hours prior.

“We were too obvious.” you said softly, voice just above a whisper as he learned over the hard seat to listen. “The way you kissed me yesterday. It wasn’t right.”

“You asked for a light peck? What was I supposed to do, tilt you back and kiss the breath out of you?” he asked with a scoff, head moving straight forward to send you a side-ways glance.

“Sure.” you laughed, biting at your bottom lip.

“We’re on the clock.” he shook his head, top lip sinking in between his teeth in thought.

“Never stopped us before.”

Your quiet shrill of pain made his feet stomp against the floor, sitting up to bend over the arm of the bench and offer you aid. You had become foxes to the enemies the moment you tried to act as a couple, following suit with the task and wound into the characters. Had you known that you could have played it naturally, use feelings already statured, it could have saved the pain. You were only meant to get intel on the group from within, not have your cover blown a few hours into the case by playing out a fake kiss. Their team did a number on you trying to know what department or company you worked for, nearly breaking you moments before they rushed you out of the room and back with your partner.

“You’re hurt bad.”

Jaehyo’s voice was a whine. His body could only reach so far from the cuffs holding you together, the metal bench bound to the wall not heaving even at his full force. His eyes were wide when he looked down at you, your spent form unable to offer any source of an escape.

His eyes shut as he took in a deep breath, fingers of his free hand running along the handcuffs in search of a skinny spot. The space between where the cuffs linked together with the chain was a simple bolt holding the two pieces together, naturally withstanding in most circumstances, but not to the metal of the bench. The skinny arm fit perfectly between the area, his sigh making you glance up at him.

“This is going to hurt.” he said gently, your nod reassuring him that you could take it.

His free hand and cuffed hand worked in sync, sliding the restraint against the sharp edge of the chair’s arm. Metal on metal, one was bound to scuff, and his bet was on the bolt of the cuffs. A sharp pain ran up your arm at his hard, quick movements, the cuffs on his end slowly breaking loose from every veering blow. Using the arm to his advantage, the skinny piece was wedged perfectly into the curve of the cuffs, scrapping at them enough times for the bolt to become thinner and snap.

“Their choices on handcuffs are terrible these days.” he chuckled.

His laugh halted when he noticed your eyes were shut again, head resting on the corner of the bench, he fell to his knees. His cold hand pressed into the back of your neck, your eyes peeling open to see his concerned form blinking away tears. Other hand tracing the faint tears on your face, his side of the cuffs was still latched around his wrist, digging into his skin as he tried to keep you conscious.

“Hey, stay with me. Y-You have to keep your eyes open.” he stuttered out. “Keep your eyes open. Do it for me.”

“I’ll always do it for you.” you spoke softly, watching a tear slip down his cheek as his teeth shined between his lips. “Always. You’re my partner.”

“You’re mine, too.” he sniffled out, dark brown eyes glistening with a pain and adoration you had never seen from him before. “That’s why we have to get you out of here.” he said quickly, pulling your arm around his neck and lifting you up from the ground.

“Why’s that?” you asked, smile curving at your lips.

“So I can make you my official partner by marrying you.”

[kpopshitposter]

You’re in a relationship with Minhyuk… and… the whole of Block B I guess…

(Also Taeil gets possessed or something)

[danghyuk]

-ˋˏ Block B ˎˊ-

☆» B-Bomb

☆» Jaehyo

☆» Kyung

☆» P.O

☆» Taeil

☆» U-Kwon

☆» ZIco

[akiscribbles-blog]

Block B - When you’re really good with kids.

 Request: Can I request a block b reaction to you being really good with kids?? Love you! 💛 - @smiley-jhope

A/N: I realized that their reactions here are pretty similar to each other. ...

Zico

Zico saw you taking care of your nephew and his heart immediately melted. He couldn’t stop smiling as he watched.

“Look at you. You’re so adorable.”

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Taeil

When Taeil saw you playing with your friend’s child, he smiled. The more he saw you playing with the child and taking care of them, the more he knew how much he wanted you two to have your own one day.

“Can’t wait to have our own, so you can look this cute all the time.”

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B-Bomb

B-Bomb was watching you taking care of your cousin’s child and while he didn’t show much reaction, he surely thought you looked adorable.

“This is kinda cute.”

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Jaehyo

The moment Jaehyo saw how adorable you were with kids, his mind was filled with nothing but you and him with a child of your own.

“One day...”

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U-Kwon

U-Kwon couldn’t help but smile when he watched how caring and how cute you were with a child.

“Aah, I knew it. You’re good with dogs and children!”

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Park Kyung

Kyung was silently watching you play with a child, trying not to get noticed. He would smile as he saw how sweet you looked.

“... This is adorable.”

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P.O

Since P.O liked anything cute, he found it absolutely adorable when you were playing with a cute small child. His heart was pretty much fluttering.

“Awh! You are so cute!”

[daebakinc]

Your Favorite Villain (M)

Pairing: Zico x Reader  Prompt: Villain (Jackpot AU) Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: SMUT

~Admin V

           Time was an elusive concept at the moment, but it felt like days had passed since you were chased by the seven men on bikes. After catching you, they’d brought you back to whatever this place was. It reminded you of a circus, but it definitely wasn’t a fun place filled with joy and laughter. The clowns that roamed around were horrifying and acted as security guards. The green and black swirls and checkered pattern of the rooms caused unease.

             The men who captured you treated you like a doll, a play thing. One of them tied you to a chair and cut and styled your hair like you were a little girl. Another threw you in a clear, plastic room and watched you try on outfits he’d brought to you. All of them were impossibly small, and again, as if they were for a child. They were turning you into a baby-doll. There had been countless hours of these different men poking and prodding you, barely acknowledging you other than using you for whatever menial task they were focused on.

Now you were waiting in a bleak, gray room with a mirror wall for the one the others called the puppet master; Zico.

             A shiver ran up your spine, both because you were scantily clad and because of the fear for what Zico might have in store for you. Before being seated in this room, a different man had tried to help you find a skill you were good at to show off to the buyers. When it proved you didn’t have any, he sent you to someone else who tied you to a spinning wheel and threw knives at you. He didn’t hit you with any, but apparently your reaction wasn’t something to be anticipated. Whoever Zico was, it seemed like he was the last resort for you.

            You jumped when a door suddenly opened. Surprise filled your face. In fact, you felt surprised when you’d met the other men who handled you as well. They were all so attractive. Why would they choose this as their profession? Clearly, they were smart, and with their looks they could probably do anything they wanted. But this?

             Zico smiled at you as he scanned you from head to toe and a different kind of shiver coursed through your body this time. “You’re prettier than I remember.” Than he remembers. He was one of the men on the bikes who chased you.

             After being captured, you were too scared and exhausted to speak to the other men who took you, but there was something about Zico that gave you courage.  “Why am I here?”

              “The others couldn’t find how to present you well, so now it’s up to me.”

              You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I mean here, in this place.”

              His humorless chuckle raised goosebumps on your arms. “I think you know why.”

              Your bravery evaporated and tears welled in your eyes. “Please let me go.”

              He looked bored as he leaned against the wall across from you. “Your tears and pleas won’t save you. You’re not the first to cry and you won’t be the last.”

             You couldn’t help but cry harder. “But you don’t have to do this.”

             Zico sighed and moved off the wall to kneel in front of you. “I’m not a good guy, sweetheart. I’m not the superhero coming to rescue you from this fate. I’m the villain in this story, and there won’t be a happy ending.”

             His words didn’t help to calm your emotions and you continued to cry.

             “Jaehyo won’t be kind with makeup if he has to hide puffy eyes.”

             You didn’t care. Zico made it clear no one was coming to save you. What did any of this matter now?

             He lifted your chin with his fingers. “You’ll want to impress the buyers, love. The richer they are, the better the outcome might be. If no one wants you, you might go to a low bidder and be used as a servant or slave.”

             “Won’t I be that regardless of who buys me?”

             “Trust me on this; you want to be desirable.” He stood up then commanded for you to do the same. Taking your place in the chair, he had you sit in his lap. To your surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was almost nice being in his embrace. He tapped the center of your back with his fingers. “When I tap, you’re going to open your mouth. You’re going to be presented as my puppet, and I the ventriloquist.”

             “Don’t I have to mouth the words you’ll say?”

             “No, it doesn’t matter. No one will be listening to what I’m saying.”

             Your body shook again.

             “Look at the mirror. Watch how your mouth moves when I tap. You need to open it unnaturally wide to show movement.”

             You obeyed his commands and opened your mouth when he tapped you. Then he began talking so it looked like the words were coming out of your mouth.

             “See, not so hard.” Dumbly, his encouragement brought you a small feeling of hope. Nothing about this place was comfortable, but with Zico you started feeling a small bit of calm.

             Tears were still streaming down your face while practicing the motions with him. He finally grabbed your chin so you’d look him in the eye again. “I already told you crying wouldn’t help you.”

             “I can’t stop,” you whispered. Being kidnapped and knowing you were about to be sold to “buyers” didn’t exactly cause you to feel joy. What could you do but mourn the loss of your freedom, your life.

             A hand ran through his hair as he released a sigh. Before you could process what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. Despite his appearance, his kiss was soft, tender.

             You kissed him back, forgetting the melancholy you felt only moments ago. Your hands snaked to the back of his neck to pull him closer and he held you tighter in his arms. The need to deepen the kiss was strong, but he pulled back.

             Zico snickered quietly and wiped the wetness that remained on your cheeks. “There, that’s better.” His trick worked and you’d stopped crying.

             “That was just a ploy?”

             “Effective, no?”

             Tears began flowing again, this time a mixture of sadness and anger. Getting off his lap, you stared daggers at him. “Why am I just an object here? I’m a person! I have rights and feelings.”

             He looked bored again as he slouched in the chair. “Not anymore.”

             A choked sound left your lips. You were at a loss. You had no control over anything. Your former life was completely gone, and you had no clue what was in store for your future. There wasn’t anything you could possibly do. Running seemed like an option the first few days here, but after being dragged to different areas, you had no idea of the building’s format, not to mention you didn’t want to find out what a clown would do if they captured you.

             You grunted in frustration and desperately wished you had something to throw.

             “Please stop crying. Do I need to kiss you again?”

             Your face was deadpan as you glared at him. “Despite what you say and how I’ve been treated, I’m not some Barbie you can just have your way with.”

             His cheeky smile made your breath catch in your throat. “I’m not trying to have my way with you. I’m not even supposed to touch the merchandise. I just wanted you to calm down, and kissing you seemed like it would be a good distraction.”

             The words brought more anger and you huffed again in annoyance.

             He only smiled wider. “It certainly didn’t seem like you minded the distraction. You rather seemed to enjoy my kiss.”

             Your mouth fell open and cheeks turned red.

             Zico stood up and walked toward you until you backed yourself against the wall. “So, I’ll ask again. Do you need another kiss?”

             Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. The warmth from Zico being in such close proximity had your head spinning. You looked into his eyes and couldn’t control when your gaze dropped to his mouth.

             “You’re sure this is what you want?” Hoping he’d make the choice for you, there was a long moment of staring. He was waiting for you and it was clear he wouldn’t move without your permission. Your head nodded briefly, and you instantly felt his lips on yours once more.

             His tongue licked across your bottom lip, then against the crease until your mouth parted, granting him access. The taste of Zico was intoxicating as you breathed him in. You almost felt dizzy as your tongue brushed against his. Maybe he had a point about being a good distraction. Realizing this may be the last choice you’d get to make, your last ounce of freedom, you decided to completely give in to him and your desires.

             He pressed you against the wall as you pulled on his hair, bringing him closer to you. Your chest pushed into him as you took a breath. Soon you could feel his desire as well.

             Pulling away, Zico cursed under his breath. “I wasn’t expecting you to react like this.”

             “How should I react?”

             A frustrated sigh came out when he exhaled. He still had you pinned against the wall.

             “Please.”

             He looked up at you, slight shock covering his face.

             Feeling your courage come back, you spoke again. “Please, don’t stop.”

             His mouth twitched. “You . . . you want this? Me?”

             You continued staring into his eyes. “It’s probably the last decision I ever get to make for myself.”

             It was hard to read his expression. He didn’t really look pleased, but he didn’t look like he wanted to stop either. “I told you before, I’m not really supposed to sample the goods.”

             “You also said you’re the villain. Since when do villains follow the rules?”

             He smirked, clearly enjoying the challenge. Without another word, his hand slid under the hem of your tiny dress and under the elastic of the panties you were wearing.

             A loud gasp sounded, and Zico quickly removed his hand. “You can’t make a sound. They can’t hear us. If they do, it’s bad for both of us.”

             You nodded and bit your lip. Once he was sure you understood, he moved his hand back in place, two fingers finding your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit back a whimper.

             “No.” Your eyes opened in response to Zico’s interjection. “Look at me. I want to see exactly how I make you feel.”

             There was nothing you could do but stare in response. He began moving his fingers again, stroking against the sensitive bud, up and down. You exhaled, trying to relieve the pressure since you were forbidden to moan. You had to stifle a whimper when he switched from stroking to circling. Your hands moved to grip his shoulders. The grip tightened when he moved faster, your lips parting. When your legs began shaking you couldn’t help but say his name.

             His movement slowed to a stop. His fingers pushed back until they pressed into your core, making you bite down hard on your lips to ensure quietness. He pulled them out and revealed how wet he’d made you. “Lick them,” he ordered.

              Your eyes widened, your gaze going back and forth between his eyes and fingers. His voice was low and quiet as he repeated himself. “Lick. Them.”

             Opening your mouth just enough, he pushed his fingers in. You sucked and licked them until he pulled them back out. Not that the spice of yourself wasn’t enjoyable, but you wanted to kiss Zico again. When you arched to do so however, he pushed his fingers back over your mouth to stop you.

             “We can’t have your lips turning to red.” He smiled again when you pouted. “Undo my pants.”

             Again, you were taken aback, but you didn’t need him to repeat himself this time. Once his belt and zipper were undone, you pulled the pants down to the floor. He grabbed your hair and gently tugged it to bring you back up, not giving you time to really appreciate his nakedness. Once you were face to face again, he grabbed at the fabric around your hips, then pulled it down until you walked out of it.

             Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears again, though it was much different than how it felt earlier.

             Zico didn’t hold the confidence he had before.  He looked concerned. But then you noticed it was because you were trembling. “We don’t have to . . . we shouldn’t anyway.” He started to turn away.

             Reaching for his cheek, you made him look at you. “I’m not scared. I want to. It’s okay.”

             His eyebrow raised in response. “Yeah?”

             Pride swelled as you were able to find a way to smirk. “I didn’t think villains had a conscious.”

              “You’re a piece of work.”  Grabbing your hips, he lifted you. “We have to be quiet, remember?” You frantically nodded, then he pulled you against him until you sank against his length. Both of you gasped to the sensation. You felt so full, and exhaled again since you couldn’t let him hear how good it felt.

            “Wrap your legs around me.” As you did, he pushed you so your back was flush against the wall. That’s when he began thrusting into you.

            It was fast, hard. Biting your lip didn’t stop little grunts from coming out with each pump. You wished he’d slow down even a little. You wanted to enjoy it, savor it, build up the tension by going slow and sensual. But time wasn’t something you had a lot of, and you knew going fast was the only real choice.

            Despite the speed, Zico masterfully hit your g-spot with each thrust. The position also allowed him to rub your clit in time as well. Your nails dug into his shoulder as your orgasm was closing in.

            He slowed a little. “You’re biting your lips too hard.” He was worried about making them red again.

            “Because if I don’t, I’m going to scream.”

            It was impossible to hide his smile. He pulled your hips hard down against his shaft, making your body shudder and a low gasp to escape. You were close and both of you knew it. “Scream in my mouth then.”

            Not hesitating, you kissed Zico, your tongue instantly finding his. His pace sped up again, causing you to moan in his mouth as you reached your climax. As you squeezed around him you felt his release as well.

            He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you still panting. “You have to go to Jaehyo now.”

            “Okay.”

            “He needs to clean you up and put on your makeup.”

            “Mmm.”

            “Then we perform.” He lifted and looked into your eyes. “You can do this.”

            You nodded in response.

            At that moment, the door slammed open, and who you assumed was Jaehyo walked in.

            “Is she almost ready? There’s a lot I  . . .” The other man took in the situation.

            Zico quickly pulled out, causing you to whimper. Your legs unwrapped from his back, and you were unsteady as your feet touched the floor.

            Jaehyo quickly closed the door as Zico pulled his pants back up and you put the slinky underwear back on. “Are you fucking serious, Zico?”

            “Jae.” You could hear the warning in his voice.

            “If anyone else had walked in . . . if the boss had walked in, he’d throw both of you in the alley and shoot you.”

            “But he didn’t, you did.”

            “Yeah me. And now I have to wash her on top of everything else I needed to do because you defiled her!”

            Looking down, you felt another blush wash over you with embarrassment.

            “Can you calm down. She was a wreck. Now she’s not. I was helping.”

            “Yeah, helping yourself to fuck what’s not yours.”

            “Get out.”

            “Oh hell no. I’m not leaving her here with you for round two.”

            “I need a minute Jae. Get out.”

            “I need to fix her up, and now scrub her of any trace of you.”

            “Jae. I need a minute. Get out.” The calm of his voice made you shiver.

            “You have thirty seconds.”

            “Fuck off,” Zico growled.

            Jaehyo grumbled to himself about all the extra work he now had to do before leaving the two of you.

            Zico softly brushed your cheek and lifted your chin so you were looking at him. “You’re not in trouble. Jaehyo won’t say anything.  Nothing bad will happen because of what we did.”

            You simply nodded in response, not sure how to feel.

            “He’s gonna take care of you now, then I’ll see you for the show, okay?”

            Again, you nodded.

            He brushed your lips with his thumb. His eyes almost looked sad as he did it. Grabbing your wrist, and pulled you to the door and handed you over to Jaehyo. The other man was still rambling to himself as he lead you to his station.

            You looked back at Zico, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before seeing him one last time.  It never occurred to you before, but now you were sure that you had a favorite villain.

[kingkpop]

Cheated on me.

(this boy smiles too much fuck he cute.)

Lee Taeil x Reader 

Gender: Male x Female Genre: Angst, fluff. Warning: - Word count: 1.9k Anonymous asked:  Mafia au with Lee Taeil. He becomes a fluffy ball around her and deadly with his men. All of them respect her. (Can you include the rest as part of the gang?)

Sorry I changed it.

Letting out a deep sigh Taeil sunk back into the leather brown office chair. With his thumb and index finger, he began to rub the bridge of his nose hoping it would magically relief all the stress this day has bestowed upon him. Clients have come in and out his office, many not leaving without a couple of scratches, begging or demanding Taeil to do something about their oh so horrible situation. It wasn’t as if this was all new for him, he was used to the continuous nagging of his clients, but this last one really took a toll on his tolerance. A woman in her mid 40’s came into the office smelling of rich perfume and wearing a tight-fitting red dress. It was obvious the woman put some effort in her appearance when she came here, but Taeil didn’t find all those things attractive anymore. Not since Y/N. He preferred her in one of his black hoodies that stopped mid-thigh and the messiest of messiest bed hairs. Taeil had to suppress a chuckle as he thought about how Y/N looked right after she got out of bed, an image he would never get tired of seeing. “Excuse me, are you Lee Taeil?” The woman asked as she took a chair on the opposite side of the large desk. As she sat down she pulled her dress down showing even more of her silicone breasts, he was sure one more pull and they would fall out. One of his men nicknamed P.O let out a loud cough. Glancing over at the man Taeil could see the slight redness on P.O’s cheeks. Though P.O was part of his elite group consisting of 6 of Taeil’s best men, Taeil kept forgetting the man was still young and new to the life the mafia.

Looking back at the woman Taeil mustered up his fake smile. “What can I do for you, noonim?” The woman let out a laugh as she placed a hand against her face. “Oh please, call me Eungyeong! No need for honorifics, we practically look the same age!” The woman laughed louder whilst Taeil forced out a chuckle, he could clearly tell the woman was in her 40’s which either meant he looked like he was in his 40’s or that the woman was completely delusional. Probably the latter. “Alright, Eungyeong-ssi,” The woman smiled even brighter than before. “what is your business here? A woman like yourself isn’t often seen around these places.” “My husband sends me, you might know him. His name is Kim Kyuwook?” Taeil’s eyes widen. Kim Kyuwook was one of his prime clients, having a mafia for himself almost as big as the one of Taeil’s their paths have often crossed and even collaborated. What took Taeil by surprise was that Kim Kyuwook would always visit Taeil himself, and on the rare occasions he couldn’t he would make a call. “In fact, I do. Normally he visits me himself, what’s the occasion?” The female frowned a bit. “Well you see, my husband. He has been cheating behind my back. He has been for a while now, but I didn’t find out until recently. Due to our different schedules, it’s easy to be oblivious to such thing and even easier to cheat on your partner.” Taeil felt his heart sink a bit when the woman mentioned how easy it was to cheat and he couldn’t help but think how Y/N could possibly be with someone else now. They more often than not saw each other in the middle of the night and in the early morning. There was enough space there for Y/N to go behind his back and be in a much happier place. Shaking away the thoughts Taeil reminded himself Y/N would never, she always texted him and told him her whereabouts. She made sure to let him know how much he of her heart he has. “But still, I didn’t believe it at first. He always made me feel loved. He brought me flowers, cooked for me, he did everything he always did and even more. He never became distant so you can see why I doubted him cheating on me.” Taeil felt slight fear kicking in, Y/N was just like that. Was she actually. “What do you want me to do with this?” “I want you to kill the asshole and his bitch, make them feel the pain they made me feel.” The woman said through her teeth. “I’ll pay you more than you can imagine.” Taeil let out a deep sigh, he expected this but he hoped it wouldn’t become like this. “Listen Eungyeong-ssi, I can understand how frustrating this must be for you, but your husband is a very important person with a lot of value. I can’t kill him for such petty things as cheating. No matter how much the amount of money is.” The woman pouted. “But this isn’t something petty! I will pay you more than you can imagine!” “I don’t care about the money, I will not take such silly requests!” The woman huffed out, pulling her dress back up so less cleavage was showing and stood up. “How dare you say this is all out of pettiness and silliness, you know nothing about being cheated on. Just wait until you find out that whore girlfriend of yours is actually fucking someone behind your back!” Taeil shot up from his chair, his hand reaching for the woman as he held her by the throat. The sudden action made both the woman and P.O freeze up at the spot. “Don’t you dare talk about my girlfriend like that ever again.” Taeil hissed. Was it not for P.O who stepped in Taeil would’ve ended up killing the woman. The woman coughed loudly and without saying anything else she ran off leaving the two men behind. Taeil let out a deep sigh as he sunk back into the leather brown office chair. With his thumb and index finger, he began to rub the bridge. “Taeil, are you okay?” P.O asked. Taeil nodded as he pushed his glasses back in place “I am fine, can you get the others for me? I have a couple of things to discuss with everyone.” P.O nodded as he quickly walked out of the office giving Taeil enough time to ponder about his relationship with Y/N. He wasn’t the one to quickly feel insecure about himself, but now he was starting to question how he was living. He spent so much time working he barely had time for Y/N when was the last time they went on a proper date? Probably months ago, enough time for Y/N to find someone else to go on dates with. “Taeil?” Looking up with wide eyes Taeil saw his men looking at him expectantly. When did they get in? “Hmm, sorry?” One of his men Zico looked at his boss with furrowed brows. “Taeil are you okay, you look out of it.” “Uh, yeah…” “You’re clearly not,” Zico argued. Zico was very close with Taeil, in fact, he was the one who helped him start this whole organization but instead of taking the seat Zico gave the title to Taeil while Zico gave himself the leadership of the elite group of the mafia. “You should go home, be with Y/N. You might need it.” Taeil visibly tensed up at the name of his girlfriend. “Go Taeil.” Zico urged on. “Yeah, we can handle whatever there is!” Kyung said cheerfully. Taeil didn’t have much to say afterward and before he knew it he was back at his apartment. It was too safe to say Taeil was beyond nervous, which is weird since it was still early in the afternoon and Y/N wouldn’t be home till later tonight. Taking a deep sigh Taeil unlocked the door and to his surprise and panic, he heard a familiar laughter echoing through the apartment. Taeil refused to believe his ears, but he needed to be sure so he stayed at the door waiting for any sign of Y/N, and unfortunately, he heard the same laughter again, only this time he heard the faint voice of a man. Feeling panic rise Taeil quickly walked into the living room, his head moving from left to right trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Once Y/N laughed again he pinpointed where the sound was coming from. The bedroom. Taeil was running to the bedroom, swinging the door open scaring Y/N who quickly stood up from her bed. It took a moment for her to register who had barged into the bedroom and was surprised when she knew. “Taeil?” Taeil simply ignored Y/N as he frantically looked around the place for what idiot decided to sleep with his girlfriend. Not seeing the man visibly in the bedroom he stormed towards the walking closet swinging the door open, he even opened the small cabinets (which is impossible for any human to fit in) hoping to find the asshole. “Taeil? Taeil what are you doing?” Y/N asked as she walked towards the frantic man. “Shut up! Where is he?!” Y/N frowned. “Where is who?” “You know damn well who, where is that fucker you’re cheating with?!” Y/N looked at Taeil quizzically, not saying a single word. She couldn’t believe what she was wearing. “Who-” “Don’t play dumb with me Y/N! I heard you laughing with some dude just now! So where is he?!” Y/N didn’t say anything as she stomped away from Taeil. The man just watched as she snatched her phone from the bed and walked towards Taeil with just as much anger as she began with. She furiously typed in her passcode and nearly pressed her phone in her boyfriend’s face. Taeil had to move back slightly to see what she was showing. With her other free hand Y/N tapped on her screen and suddenly the screen was filled with Taeil’s face, making cute and funny faces as he talked how much he loved her and how much he wanted to be with her right now. Only now Taeil recognized his own voice. “Oh…” “Yeah “Oh” “ Y/N scoffed “I can’t believe you thought I would cheat!” “I-I am so sorry Y/N.” “Taeil you know how much I love you, never in a million years would I cheat on you.” Taeil’s heart sank as he saw the sincerity in Y/N’s eyes, how did he ever accuse her? “I am sorry, Y/N. It’s just that the wife of Kim Kyuwook came by today telling he cheated on her and she just kept talking about it and suddenly I was thinking how much happier you would be with someone else and if there was a possibility you were happier with someone else behind my back, seeing that I barely have time for y-” Soft lips crashed against Taeil’s lips. As quick as it came as quick as it went. “You’re rambling Taeil.” Y/N whispered against his lips “sorry…” Y//N chuckled as she looked up at Taeil her eyes turning into crescents, but the flattered as she looked at him sternly. “Listen, I don’t care what that wife says, don’t let her ever make her doubt you, you are an amazing boyfriend and you are the only person I need. Do you really think I would cheat on you if we are going to get married?” One side of Taeil’s lips curved upwards as he quirked an eyebrow. “We are going to get married?” “Uh yeah, we fit each other perfectly and I love you so much, so it’s going to happen.” Taeil let out a chuckle as he leaned in forward for another kiss, but got stopped when Y/N covered his puckered lips with her hand. “I am still mad at you Lee Taeil, so no kisses until I say so.” Taeil looked at Y/N with sad eyes but complied. It’s funny how someone who basically has the biggest organization in Korea in the palm of his hand but a puddle in Y/N’s hands. She really was something different and Taeil loved her for that.

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Finding your blog texts W/ Zico

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[therainroguefanfiction]

⁂ Gold Cup (Jeno Lee)

Genre: Comedy, Fluff, AU, School, Crossover, Romance ☁

Word Count: 2,939 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ☁

World: NCT ft. Super Junior, F(x), Nu’est ☁

Author’s Note: I am trash for sports anime and I was so fucking passionate about writing this, I didn’t even want to play WoW, I just wanted to work on this. I should also note that I only know the basics of Football, so if I got something wrong, don’t sue me. Trust me, you won’t get anything but a bunch of grumpy cats. Also, I’ve never even THOUGHT about Jeno before (because damn you Chenle), but writing this made me so happy like you don’t understand and now I kind of like Jeno a bit more??

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You groaned as you got your math test back, receiving yet another bad grade. Academics had never been your strong suit and you honestly had no interest in it, either. Your strong point was Athletics and you were damn good at any sport you happened to be in the mood for. Throughout your school years, you had bounced from sport to sport, thoroughly enjoying each one. You didn’t find your love until you entered high school and joined the American Football team. It was just the kind of rough-and-tough adrenaline rush you craved. In middle school, you skated by on grades that just passed over the required number needed to pass and it didn’t affect your sports, but things were more strict in high school. If you didn’t start getting your grades up, you would be benched and disallowed from playing in any games. The thought made you want to slam your head against your desk.

Jaemin turned in his seat, sporting a frown. “You failed again, didn’t you?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“This isn’t the USA, idiot.” He sighed, plucking the test from your hand. “Coach is gonna be pissed when he sees this.”

“I know~” You threw your head back, staring at the white ceiling above. “What am I gonna do?”

“You could always ask Mark to tutor you.”

“Yeah, right, as if that boy doesn’t have enough to do.” You rolled your eyes. “Not only is he student council president, he’s also part of the drama club, music club, taking AP classes and he’s the captain of band.”

“What about Jeno?” He smirked, “He’s the second smartest kid in our class.”

Your lips pursed at the idea and you resisted the urge to kick him. Jaemin knew about your crush on Jeno and didn’t waste an opportunity to tease you about it. You glanced to the front of the room where Jeno sat, talking to a pretty girl with a cute smile.

“You don’t have many options, Y/N.” His voice was serious now as he rested his cheek in his palm. “The tournament is right around the corner and we don’t stand a chance without you. And I know you don’t want to miss this opportunity. It’s hyung’s last chance to take the cup before he graduates.”

As much as it pained you to admit it, you knew Jaemin was right. Dongho, the team captain, was in his last year of high school. His dream has always been to win the gold cup, and this would be his last chance. He was the best captain you’ve ever had and you wanted him to reach his dream, even if it meant you had to be a bit uncomfortable to do it.

Jaemin watched you curiously as you stood up, grabbing your test before approaching Jeno. The girl was gone and he was in the middle of putting away his books.

“Hey,”

He looked up at you in surprise, his cheeks growing warm. Was he dreaming? He was sure he was dreaming. “Yes?”

“Are you tutoring?”

He nodded, re-adjusting his glasses. “Do you know someone that needs help?”

“Yeah…” you rubbed the back of your head with a sigh, showing him your failed test. “If I don’t get my grades up, I’m going to be kicked off the team. I… need your help.”

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he bit back a smile at your words. You, the popular athlete that every sports team wanted, was asking him for help. You, the person he’s had a crush on since grade school, said that you needed him. He was ecstatic. “Um, I have time after school. Is that good?”

“I have practice… but I can skip.” You glanced at Jaemin and he raised a brow curiously, too far away to hear the conversation.

He quickly shook his head. “No, it’s okay! I can wait until practice is over.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned, meeting his eyes. It made your heart speed up.

“I’m positive.” He wouldn’t admit that he loved watching you play and silently cheering you on.

You smiled at him, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,”

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Your body rammed into Jaehyo’s as he tried to run past you with the ball, failing as you tackled him to the ground.

“Nice tackle!” Coach Heechul cheered from the sidelines.

You gave Jaehyo a smirk as you high fived Jaemin.

“Do you have to be so rough?” Jaehyo teased, slapping your shoulder.

“What can I say? I was born strong~”

“And humble,” he stuck his tongue out at you.

“Look who’s here,”Jaemin nodded to the stands and you glanced up, seeing Jeno settling down on the metal. He chose a spot off to the side, away from the cheering boys and girls that had crushes on the team. He had pulled out his notebook. “Jeez, he even studies when school ends.”

“It’s called homework,” Jaehyo ruffled the boy’s hair. “Is he your friend?”

“Y/N has a crush on hi – ”

You jabbed him in the gut, effectively shutting him up as he glared at you.

“No way. You? Having a crush on someone? Is hell freezing over?” He chuckled, now ruffling your hair.

“Come on, I’m human too ya know.” You frowned, shoving his hand away.

“True… but you’ve only ever been focused on sports.”

“What’s this?!” Amber snuck up behind you, pinching your cheek. “Is our little Y/N growing up??”

“God, you guys are annoying.” You grumbled, now shoving her hand away.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed. It’s a natural part of life!” She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“Then why are you blushing?” Jaemin interjected. The other two sniggered at the comment.

“Ugh!” You pushed her away and stomped away from the three, feeling annoyed at their prying. You caught Jeno’s eye and he smiled, waving shyly. You smiled despite yourself, glancing at the coach. “Coach, can I leave early?”

He scowled at you, putting his hands on his hips. “Just because you’re the ace doesn’t mean you can skip practice.”

You rolled your eyes at his attitude. “I’m not skipping practice. I’m asking if I can leave early.”

“Reason?”

“…my tutor is here.”

“Tutor?” He paused before lashing out, smacking you in the head with the papers in his hand. “Yah, you failed another test, didn’t you?!”

“Does it matter?” You rubbed your head, avoiding his next strike. “I’ve got a tutor, so I’m working on it!”

He sighed heavily, “Dismissed. You better have your grades up next test or else.”

“Yes, sir~” You sent him a mock salute before rushing away, avoiding his attack. Jeno was looking down at his notebook when you approached the stands. “Oi,”

His gaze snapped up, looking at you in surprise.

“I’m gonna go get changed and then we can study.”

“What about practice?” He looked at your team in worry.

“This is more important. Besides, I got in some practice before you got here.” When he nodded, you headed off for the locker room. Since your team was coed, there were two separate locker rooms for the boys and girls. You took a few minutes debating on if you should take a shower first but ultimately decided not to keep him waiting.

As you were heading for the door, you noticed a tree-shaped air freshener hanging against the AC unit. You glanced around before snatching it, tying it to the inside of your shirt. Hopefully, it was stronger than your sweat.

You rushed outside, purposely ignoring the smug smirk your teammates were sending your way. “Let’s go,” You spoke quickly, not stopping as you walked past. He already had his things put away, so he didn’t hesitate to follow you. “Where to?”

Jeno grasped the strap of his bag with both hands. “The library is closed. We can sit in the courtyard? It’s not too hot today.”

“Sure,” you murmured. The courtyard itself was quite large, separating the gate and the school building. Several round benches and matching tables were scattered around the area, most hidden from the sky under large oak trees. In the center sat a tall fountain with crystal clear water – the centerpiece was the school’s mascot, Paly the badger.

You chose the most shaded table, plopping down on the stone. Jeno sat beside you since the table was too wide for him to reach across to teach you.

He started to pull out his books and notes. “What is your worst subject?”

You scratched your cheek. “Er, all of them?”

He laughed softly. “Okay, what subject do you hate most? And no saying all of them!” Jeno stopped you when you opened your mouth, effectively silencing you. Your reaction made him laugh again.

“Math, I guess? I’m not good with numbers.”

“We’ll start there, then. May I have your test?”

You dug into your bag, grabbing the ball of paper and smoothing it out. You gave him a sheepish smile, “I uh, needed more room…”

Jeno bit his lip to hide his smile, nodding. Despite being crumpled and torn in a few places, he was able to see the questions and answers. For the next hour and a half, the two of you sat there going over each of your tests.

He was brilliant at explaining things in a way that you could understand and he was patient when you didn’t get something right away. He took the time to write out a fake test and had you answer the questions. You had no confidence in your answers, but you did better than normal. It was far from an A, but at least you didn’t fail.

“Damn,” you breathed out, staring at the red C- he had written on the top of the paper. “Maybe you should teach the class instead.”

His cheeks lit up at the compliment. “Ah, no, I’m not that smart.”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed, staring him down. “You just raised my grade from a D- to a C- in less than two hours. You’re a genius.”

He smiled softly, looking down at his notebook. “Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.”

“What?”

“Ah, nothing!” Jeno mentally slapped himself for saying that out loud. You sat in silence for several minutes.

“Hey, Jeno. Our first game of the tournament is in ten days.” You paused, thinking over your words. “You should come. If you want to, I mean.”

“Sure! I’d love to.” You both shared a smile as the wind lightly danced around you.

“By the way…” He shifted, thinking over his words. “You don’t have to wear air fresheners. You smell fine.”

Your face flushed. “Right…”

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Jeno continued to tutor you every day after school even after the tournament began. With his help, you were maintaining a C+, B- average. In the process, the two of you had gotten a lot closer to one another.

Your team breezed through the first two rounds of the tournament, nearly losing the third round to last year’s champions, but you managed to pull it off with a score of 24 to 20. Round four was easy, but round five was evenly matched, neither team wanting to give. It went into overtime, but you managed to score the touchdown that won the game.

Your team had made it to the finals. One more game and you would take the gold cup for Dongho.

Your team gathered in the locker room on the day of the match. Jeno was standing next to you against the lockers.

“I can’t believe we did it,” Dongho looked at his teammates, eyes sparkling with tears. “We’ve worked our butts off. We didn’t get here through a fluke or by luck. We earned this! We… We…” His tears overflowed as the words caught in his throat. Amber hugged him while the coach patted his shoulder, also tearing up. “We will win the gold cup!”

“Yeah!” The team chorused, whooping and hollering in excitement.

You sniffled, cursing yourself for being so sensitive. Jeno smiled at you softly, pulling a small tissue pack from his back and handing it to you. “I’m not crying, I’m just having an allergic reaction okay.”

“I understand,” he responded softly, unable to hide his smile. You cared so much for your captain and your team – he admired you for that.

“Let’s get out there and prove that we didn’t get here on luck!” Dongho yelled. The team cheered, grabbing their helmets and filing out.

You handed the pack back, rolling your shoulders. “Jeno?”

“Hmm?”

You looked him dead in the eye, determination set in stone. “Watch me. I’ll win the gold cup for this team, for Dongho… for you.”

He couldn’t look away from your gaze, nor could he form words. Instead, he simply nodded, watching as you left the room.

The game was long, easily going into overtime. They were strong, seeming to knock you down as soon as you scored a point. Most of their players towered over your own teammates and you briefly wondered if they were on steroids because of how huge they were. Their tackles were sharp like spears, leaving your body bruised and sore, but you never gave up.

The clock ticked down.

There was less than a minute left of overtime and if you didn’t score a touchdown now, you would lose. You pushed your legs to run faster as you headed for the end zone, the ball tucked tightly against your body. You nearly tripped trying to avoid their tackles, but you stayed on your feet and kept pushing. The feeling in your legs was long gone, your body reaching its limit, but you had to keep pushing. You couldn’t let it end like this. You just couldn’t.

One of their linebackers appeared beside you and you couldn’t react in time. Your eyes snapped shut, waiting for the sharp impact but it never came.

Jaemin managed to block him, using all of his strength. ��GO, Y/N!”

His scream gave you a boost of energy and surged forward, making the decision to dive. As you slid across the grass, it seemed as if time slowed down. Blood pumped in your ears and all you could hear was your heavy breathing. The screams of fans and your teammates were hazy and undistinguishable over the sound of your own heart. Why were you sliding so slow?

‘I’m slowing down. Please, just a little more!’ Time froze as you made it into the end zone. Seconds later, you felt yourself being smothered by the other team, a hoarse cry passing your lips as they knocked the air out of you. The piercing sound of the whistle greeted your ears followed by, “TOUCHDOWN!”

Time returned to normal, the screams of fans filling the air.

“Get off Y/N!”

“Move you brutes!”

“If you’re gonna cry, do it somewhere other than on our running back!”

The weight was lifted off you and you sucked in air. Jaehyo and Dongho helped you up, making sure you were alive and nothing was broken before they squished you in a tight hug.

Amber laughed at your face, “You just got your breath back and now they’re taking it again.”

“Help,” you wheezed, reaching out for Jaemin who was fighting back tears. He grabbed your hand but didn’t attempt to help.

“I’m so.. I’m so..” Dongho sobbed, squeezing you tighter.

“We did it,” Jaehyo cried.

“Break it up!” Heechul smacked the two with his papers, but it did little with their helmets on. “We need Y/N to win the cup next year!” It took some effort, but he finally managed to pry you away from the two sobbing boys, helping you towards the bench.

Your entire body was screaming, having been pushed past its limit, but you were so happy that you didn’t care.

“Y/N!” Jeno came running out of the stands, throwing his arms around your neck. His grip was warm and protective, not nearly as tight as your teammates’ had been. He didn’t care about the sweat seeping into his clothes. “I’m so proud of you. You were amazing!”

“We all were,” you breathed in his scent, a mixture of new textbook and mint. It invaded your senses. “I told you I was would win for you, Jeno.”

He pulled back, looking you in the eyes. “I… I made a promise to myself. I told myself that if you won, I would tell you…”

“Tell me what?” You had an idea of what that something was, but you wanted to hear it.

“Y/N, I – ”

“CHEERS!” Amber and Jaemin screamed, dumping the contents of the drink cooler on Jeno’s head. Jaehyo and Dongho did the same to Heechul.

Your body twitched in annoyance as you glared at the pair. “Oi, you ruined the moment you jerks!”

“Oh, were you finally going to confess?” Amber wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you threw the closest thing at her – it was a towel and did no damage.

Muttering under your breath, you dug around in your bag to find your varsity jacket. It was a bit windy that day and you knew he didn’t have a change of clothes. He smiled at you sheepishly, cheeks turning dark as you handed it to him. You were similar in size, so it fit him snugly, filling his senses with the smell of pine and dirt.

“Jeno, I like you and want you to be my boyfriend.”

He pouted at you. “I wanted to confess first.”

You chuckled, “Just kiss me already.”

Without hesitation, Jeno’s lips found your own as his arms wrapped protectively around your body.

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[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.1/23

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: I have some in mind, but I don’t wanna spoil the love triangle(s) 😈 however it is stray kids focused. For now, fem!reader x stray kids

Rating: oof I don’t know yet just expect the worst. This chapter is totally PG-13? but I can’t make any promises for the future.

Warnings: for this chapter (I’m playing this by ear for the warnings for each chapter will vary) panic attacks, mentions of murder, not much else ig. Let me know if I missed any!

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

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An alarm blares around the compound, both ringing in your ears and filling your gaze with red. The adrenaline sets in instantly, and you immediately leap from your blankets; feet scraping the cold cement beneath. This alarm is the final one that was set in place, meaning that whoever got in just broke through the final line of defense. You can’t remember the last time you were this terrified. You reach blindly in all in all directions; voice hoarse as you call out your protector’s name.

“Jiho! Jiho where are you? Something’s wrong!”

Tears begin streaming down your face and your shoulders shake violently. Your panic was becoming uncontrollable. You try to regulate your breathing but it’s pointless; the breaths come out quick and shallow. You slide down against the wall, clutching your knees to your chest as tightly as possible. This is it. You are going to die here.

Almost as if you summoned them, cold hands reach forward to cup your face.

You feel a warm breath on your skin as you open your eyes, greeted by a familiar face. His warm, soothing smile mutes the booming alarm and shouting that surrounds you, and you feel your own breathing slow.

“Jiho...where the hell were you?”

“Hey, don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine.”

“It doesn’t sound fine.”

“It is. I’m going to leave for just a few minutes” he pauses to tuck some of the stray hairs from your face, “but then I’m going to come right back.”

As he begins to rise, your arms shoot out in front of you to grab onto his shoulders. You shake your head fiercely, eyes wide. He leans back down for a moment to ruffle your hair before standing up fully. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. Just stay here and don’t make a sound.”

You nod. “Be careful please”

You sit there for awhile, listening to the constant shuffling and shouting and the occasional rush of footsteps. You hate it. You want Jiho to be here faster, but you know better than anyone that “one moment” was never an accurate estimate with him.

Your thoughts still when you hear it. The sound of a gunshot echoing throughout the building, and all other sounds stop. There’s no way in hell that’s Jiho. He’s fine. He’s always fine.

You stay on the floor, so quiet you do not allow yourself to think. All you hear is the alarm. There are no signs of life anymore; the constant shuffling and shouting from before gone. You wait a few more moments before you pull yourself up to stand, grabbing the wall for support. You take a deep breath and steady yourself, making your way closer and closer to the ajar, cement door of your room.

That door always contributes to your sense of security, since up until this base you haven’t had a roof over your head. You were so used to camping under nothing in the woods or sleeping in abandoned cars, that the federal prison you currently reside in seems like a five star hotel.

The only person allowed to open that door besides you is Jiho. You wish more than anything he’d open it before you make your way over there.

He doesn’t.

The alarm finally stops before you reach the door. It consumes a lot of power so you know it won’t last, but you wish it’d have lasted long enough for you to check outside. If anyone was out there, they would be able to hear you clear as day. You move close enough to the gap to touch it’s surface, then, as slowly and quietly as you could manage, you begin to push. The door is just about open enough for you to move through when you hear an unfamiliar laugh far down the hall, most likely from one of the connecting hallways. You leap back away from the gap, holding your breath in hopes you aren’t detectable. After a moment you hear a few more laughs and jumbled voices. They seem to be joking with each other, mocking each other’s voices with the rest giggling in response. Not too scary.

You move through the door, and begin to slowly take steps down the hall. You’re wavering, so you lean up against the side for support, dragging your weight closer and closer to the noise. They seem to have moved to a new topic now, as you were close enough to hear their words. A grumbly voice speaks, seemingly trying to keep the others on task:

“We need to find the stock rooms. You’re wasting time.”

A higher, almost whiny voice responds:

“Loosen up Changbin, no one’s here. We’re ready if anyone shows.”

You slow your movements, listening for the mention of Jiho or any other names you know. The deepest voice yet then speaks.

“Give him a break, he’s been on watch too long. You people need to let him sleep.”

The high voice responds again, “Yeah whatever. Did you guys take care of Jaehyo?”

You still. Jaehyo. You know him. What did they mean, ‘take care of’?

“Please tell me he isn’t gonna pop up again. He was a pain in the ass earlier.”

“Changbin dumped the body. We’re fine.”

You felt all of the muscles in your body tense and tears blur your vision. These are the bad guys. They weren’t backup. You know you need to run but your feet felt glued to the ground. You just freeze in terror as the multitude of footsteps move closer. Why the hell didn’t you listen to Jiho?

You began to feel movement in your toes. Holy hell this was it, you could run. You squeeze your eyes shut and stifle a sob. You let all of the air out of your lungs as quietly as you can and open your eyes.

Fuck.

You are now face to face with the whole crew. The one in front stares at you with wide eyes, hardly believing what is in front of him.

Had this been before the virus, seeing a girl wouldn’t be that big of a shock. Nowadays, you were far and few between.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice movement. Turning your head, you saw one of the boys on the far end pointing their gun at you. At this you squeeze your eyes shut and slide down to the floor. You don’t want to die. You want to go find Jiho. You feel like a dumbass.

But then you just feel confused. The feeling of gentle hands on your shoulders and shushing. Why weren’t you dead yet? You open your eyes to see one of the boys with a worried look on his face. His hair is a faded orange color, and freckles dot his face. Had you been in any other situation, he wouldn’t be the slightest bit intimidating.

“Hey...shh...it’s okay. No one’s gonna hurt you.”

That does the opposite of calm you down, he has the extremely deep voice from earlier. The one that spoke: ‘Changbin dumped the body’.

Your own body trembles as you look behind him. The one that had pulled the gun was being scolded. The one scolding him has grown out, brown curls. The one who had pulled the gun has grown out hair too, it’s black and obscures most of his face. You count five in total. How they alone managed to break through all the layers of defense is beyond you. The freckled boy in front of you pulls you into his arms, placing a hand on the back of your neck. You freeze. You try to hold it back but the sob comes out. Then another. He holds you tighter as you cry, whispering in your ear. It feels like something Jiho would do.

Jiho. “I-is Jiho coming back? Have you seen him?”

They exchange uneasy glances, saying nothing. Did they kill him? Why couldn’t they just tell you? The one with the gun looks you right in the eye.

“They left. We killed Jaehyo and Minhyuk but the rest ran with their tails between their legs”

There’s no way. “Jiho w-wouldn’t leave me here.”

The freckled boy just keeps staring at you in pity. “Guys, we can’t leave her”.

The boy with the curly brown hair looks back at us. He seems like a leader. “I agree. She won’t last.” He pauses, looking at the boy with the gun. “Keep your distance, Changbin.”

So the one with the gun is Changbin. It makes sense. You speak again, “I should wait here for Jiho. He’ll come back.”

Changbin huffs, “He abandoned you, idiot. He isn’t coming back.”

The freckled boy shoots him an angry glance before looking back at you. “If Jiho wants to find you, he’ll know that he has to check our camp. If he stops by, you can simply leave with him. For the time being, it’s dangerous to stay here. Please come with us”. He outstretches a hand toward you, “everything with be okay. Let’s go”.

You look down at his hand for a moment. He’s right, Jiho could find you at their base. It would just be a matter of waiting. You don’t want him to worry, so you should be in good condition when he finds you. You look back up at the boy’s warm smile and take his hand, “O-okay”.

[absentcaryatid]

Block B Masterlist

Also available under the same user name on AO3. Asterisk marks the most recently posted. Reader inserts are gender neutral unless otherwise specified.

A Tale of Two Taeils  no reader, with 22 members of NCT

A Very Good Halloween  All members, no romance

* Fishing With Jaehyo  Jaehyo x reader

I Love It When You Tell Me About Your Fish Taeil x reader

Love the Size of a Sweater  Taeil x reader

Taeil’s Surprise  Taeil x reader

[jjaehyos]

— WIPs.

KEY: ♨ - pending / planning , might delete ✎ - writing , being worked on ✔ - finished / queued , possibly being edited

— untitled. no pairing yet. fake dating + e2l + fuckboy. | ♨

— (the) ghost of you. no pairing yet. exes / highschool sweethearts. | ♨

— untitled. no pairing yet. detective + criminal. | ♨

— untitled. jaehyo x reader. merfolk / fantasy. | ♨

— untitled. block b x reader. mafia + heir / heiress. cyoa. | ♨

[narika-a]

I’m Not Through With You Yet

||| Anon asked: Can you write a Zico mafia!au fic where you try to leave him but he sends the rest of his gang to find you? |||

Woo Jiho (Zico) x Reader

Genre: Mafia Au

Word Count: 475

You clenched the ticket in your hand as you looked around for the fifth time. Where is the fucking train when you need it? You already saw they followed you here, so it was only a matter of minutes until they found you. You finally noticed the train in the distance and went near the end of the platform to be the one who gets in first. You were about to step in when strong hands grabbed you, shutting your mouth and dragging you to one of the benches, further away from people. The man pushed you down on it.

“Hello again Y/N,” he cooed. “And here I thought we will never find you.”

“What do you want Kyung?”

“You know what I want. We were chasing you around the whole city and I’m quite pissed right now, so don’t annoy me more than you already had.”

“You can’t do this! You can’t force me to come back!”

“I can’t. But he does. Orders are orders.”

You stood up but he sat you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going? Be a good girl and wait for others to show up here.”

“I’m not scared of you, I go wherever I want,” you said, trying to push him out of the way.

“I shouldn’t be the one you’re afraid of, you know that, right?”

You closed your eyes and breathed out slowly. You were so close this time. How does he keep finding you? You waited there with Kyung when before long the others finally caught up with you two.

“About time we find her. We took too long as it is,” Jaehyo said. “Let go. The car is over there.”

The ride back was silent. Mostly because you refused to say anything to make them feel bad but they successfully ignored you as well. Minhyuk got you out of the car and took you down the halls to the all too familiar office. Jiho turned around from one of the bookcases and looked at you. He nodded to Minhyuk and he took it as a sign to leave you two alone.

“Tsk tsk, Jagi,” Jiho began. “How many times did you try to do this again?” he asked, gesturing to the chair, for you to take a seat but you decided to remain standing.

“Jiho I’m tired, just let me go…”

“And I’m tired of going after you every few weeks. Why are you doing this anyway? Don’t you feel safe here?”

“Jiho how many times do I have to tell you this? I want nothing to do with your job and this lifestyle you’re living.”

He sighed and came up to you.

“And I can’t live without you,” he whispered to your ear as he opened the door for you. “Now go wait in the bedroom. I’m not through with you yet.”

[welovekpopscenarios]

Time (Kyung x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Hey!! Can I request being a backup dancer for Block B and falling for Kyung? - anon” Fandom: Block B Member/reader: Kyung x Reader Genre: Angst (im sorry if you wanted fluff omg) Warnings: None Words: 2.2k Authors note: I love writing for Block B because there’s fuck all on tumblr so don’t be shy guys!

           The day you got the place as a backup dancer for Block B was probably one of the happiest days of your life. You trained for years, you loved to dance and when you saw posters around the city announcing that they’re looking for backup dancers for Block B you threw yourself at the opportunity. Once the day arrived you remember the cold sweat dripping down your back and the nerves stirring up in your stomach. What came as a surprise and definitely didn’t help your anxiety was that Block B were actually the ones judging the performances, not their managers.

           You remember Zico introducing himself and the group, everyone was extremely nice and encouraging but because you were their fan for years their encouraging words didn’t help, you felt like screaming and you wanted to leave at once. The realization that you have to perform right there and there hit once the music came on and you stood as still as a rock. The group started whispering and your anxiety grew bigger.

           “Shit, I’m sorry!” You shouted. “I’m just nervous, I didn’t realize you’ll be watching my audition. Let me start again.” The group smiled at you and the music started up again. You took a deep breath and nailed your audition. You still remember how impressed everyone looked and they took you on straight away, they didn’t want you to wait for a phone call, they needed you to start immediately.  

           And now you’re here, dancing for them for the past year, the time went by so fast you barely even noticed its already been so long. Every day you loved coming into work and getting to hang with everyone and learn new dance routines. The other backup dancers didn’t seem to be as close to Block B as you were, it seemed like the guys took a liking to you and kind of forgot about the others but you didn’t mind, it meant getting to spend more time with them and most important with Kyung.

           Ever since you got to know them you were quite interested in Kyung and the stupid innocent crush started developing into something much deeper. You were starting to fall for him and you felt so ashamed, how could this ever work? Firstly, he probably didn’t feel the same way and secondly, you’re both so busy with work it would be damn near impossible. The best thing to do was to hide your feelings away and let them linger through you whenever he brushed his hand off yours, made eye contact with you, smiled at you, it was almost painful but you weren’t ready to risk your friendship with him.

           Their comeback was coming up very soon and everyone was working as hard as ever, nailing the dance routines so when the comeback hits you can all perform to promote the album. Work started to drain you, you weren’t getting enough rest, no one was, especially the boys. You felt sorry for yourself but one day the group came into the dance studio looking like actual zombies, between the interviews, appearances and practice they had absolutely no time to sleep, rest or eat.

           You were the first one in the studio and when they came in they didn’t even acknowledge you . You walked over to them to make sure they’re okay.

           “Guys, do you need anything?” You ask.

           “I need a lot of things but sleep is probably at the top of my list.” Ukwon says. The rest of the group hummed in agreement. You started thinking of ways to help them so you ran to the little staff room area and made everyone coffee.

           “Would you want to come over to my house today? I’ll make you dinner and you can hide away in my place. No paparazzi to be seen in my estate anyway!” You suggest. The guys look at each other and they grow fond of the idea.

           “Sounds good, it’ll be nice to have peace and quiet for one evening.” Jaehyo says.

           “Great! You can go to your places and take showers and stuff before coming to mine. It’ll take me a while to make dinner anyway.” You smile at them and go back to warming up before practice.

           After practice, you left the studio in a rush in order to make it back home and make an amazing dinner for the group. On your way home, you picked up several ingredients you needed to make a simple chicken noodle soup and japchae, you felt like a mother taking care of their kids.

 Kyung: We’ll be there in 15 minutes :)

Y/N: Awesome! Everything is nearly ready.

             You set the table and put on a movie so there’d be a relaxed atmosphere once they came in and all they could smell was the dinner. Several minutes later they all showed up and thanked you for the generous invite.

           “This is so nice of you Y/N, we’re so thankful!” Kyung grabbed your hand and smiled at you. Your heart jumped to your throat and all you could do is smile back at him without saying anything. He was always so caring and considerate, whenever you were down he’d show up out of nowhere and stay with you until you were okay, even if it was something small and stupid, he’d always be able to brighten your day. The days you spent together alone in the studio practicing by yourself is what really brought you closer to him, the alone sessions eventually turned into messing around, tickling, play fighting and having deep conversations with each other.

           “Please, take a seat and enjoy the food, there’s enough for everyone, I doubt you’re going to finish it all.” You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, realizing how much food you made.

           “Don’t underestimate us Y/N.” Pyo turned around.

           They all enjoyed their food and licked the plates clean, there was no food left to your surprise so as soon as they all finished and passed out in their places you began to quietly clean up.

           “Let me help you with that.” Zico said quietly trying to not wake up the other members.

           “Oh, you really don’t have to it’s okay!”

           “I kind of have to talk to you about something.”

           Those words never failed to make you anxious, his face was serious and you just walked straight to the kitchen while he followed you. You placed the dirty dishes in the sink and slowly turned around, the gut wrenching feeling inside you didn’t make anything easier on you.

           “When are you going to tell him?” Zico starts and the knot in your stomach tightens.

           “Tell who what?” You play dumb and try your best not to seem nervous.

           “Y/N… I’m not as clueless as the others. You’re so into Kyung, I gag at it honestly.” He laughs and you hit his shoulder.

           “Oh my God, shut up!” You cover your mouth. “I don’t know Zico, it’s a bad time, with your comeback and all… I think you have enough to be stressing about. I don’t need to bring it up to him just yet.”

           “Your call!” Zico washed the dishes for you and made his way into the living room while you stayed in the kitchen. You sat at the table where you had a clear view of the TV and sleeping Kyung, you basked at the sight but it wasn’t long before you fell asleep yourself. Once you woke up you noticed a note on the table next to you.

Hey Y/N, thank you so much for the dinner and the movie. We’re sorry we fell asleep and didn’t get to watch it but it was still really nice of you. We didn’t want to wake you up so we just left once everyone woke up. We’ll see you tomorrow Y/N!

-Zico

You smiled at the note and went into your bedroom to throw yourself on the bed and get consumed by your sheets and your dreams. The next few days were going to be hard, there was a performance you had to do tomorrow as a teaser and a promo for the comeback so you needed your rest for it.

The next day you got up and got ready quite quickly, you had no time to waste seeing as it was an important performance and a lot of people were going to be there. You made it to the hall and went backstage where you met everyone. The group was getting their makeup done and the dancers were putting on their outfits.

“Hey Y/N! Like my hair?” Kyung smiled.

“I love you.”

“W-what?”

You realized what you said and you wanted to run away.

“I love IT HA HA, I LOVE IT!” You practically shout in his face and run away to put on your outfit. Kyungs eyes followed you, not exactly sure as to what happened. Zico laughed to himself and the others didn’t even notice you came in. 

           “And today I am happy to announce that Block B are giving us a taste of what their comeback is going to look like.” The presenter said, that was your call, you all hurried to the stage and did your bit. Throughout the whole performance, Kyung tried his best to catch your eye but you were ignoring him to your best ability. You couldn’t get over how stupid and easily avoidable that was but you were ready to face the consequences. After the show you all went backstage where the group got touched up and the backup dancers weren’t needed anymore so you got to go home.

           “Y/N?” Kyung came up behind you.

           “I’m sorry for what I said earlier haha, I’m just tired and stuff my words got mixed up!” You were a terrible liar and Kyung could see right through you.

           “We need to talk.” His face dark and his tone serious. “I talked to Zico.” He continued and he didn’t need to say anything else, you stood still and it felt like cold water was flushed all at once over your frozen body.

           “We can talk later, you need to go now!” You grabbed your things and ran towards the nearest exit, your heart pounding and ready to come out your chest. How were you going to explain you have been in love with him for a year now? He seemed so cold and serious, he definitely didn’t feel the same way.

           At home, you turned on the TV and watched Block B do the rest of the show, they gave interviews, took photos and were expected to be at a party that their manager threw for them so your body turned into a soft noodle knowing you won’t have to face him today. You decided to bake some cookies and stay in today, after the little encounter you weren’t up for seeing people and you weren’t expecting anyone so it was a good day to treat yourself.

           After about an hour or so, someone knocked on your door. You walked over and once your eyes met Kyungs you were lost for words, you couldn’t even ask him what he was doing here.

           “I told you we need to talk.” He began. “Listen, Zico told me everything and I’m not stupid either, I sort of knew.” He scratched the back of his head and you sat down quietly. “Y/N it’s just too complicated, you’re such a sweet person and I do love you with all my heart but we work together, we see each other every day and with the comeback and our future projects coming up I don’t see how I could make time to make you as happy as you deserve to be.” He kept his eyes on you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, the lump in your throat grew bigger and you had to be strong and hold back the tears. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear but I have to be honest with you.”

           “It’s fine.” You take a deep breath and look up at him with a smile.

           “W-what?”

           “It’s okay! I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and I told Zico that I know it’s too much right now since you’re working hard towards the comeback and stuff. I’ll be okay.”

           “I’m really sorry Y/N.”            “I told you, I’m fine. Now go, you have a party to go to.” You schoo’ed him out of your apartment and quickly shut the door after him. Your hands were shaking and your legs were starting to disobey. You slid down the door and curled into a ball on the cold wooden floor. The pain you were experiencing in your heart didn’t feel real, the whole situation didn’t feel real. Your cries were silent, your breath so uneven it left you gasping for air. Eventually, the cries became louder, the more you thought about what he said the more it hurt, you couldn’t come to terms with what he said, you knew it wasn’t going to be a happy ending but that small part of you was hopeful and it was all for nothing. You were so angry for letting yourself fall for him.

But hey, time heals all wounds, doesn’t it?

[jae-bummer]

All My Life (Soul Mate AU)

Request: Hi I loved your soul mate AUs! Can I please request one where you have a time that counts down to when you meet your soul mate with Lee taeil from block b? Thank you

Member: Block B’s Taeil x Y/N x (ft. Block B)

Type: Fluff

You grumbled, rubbing at your temples as you walked in step with your best friend. Your wrist had been vibrating like crazy this morning, the small countdown clock alerting you that you would be meeting your soulmate today. 

“If you sigh again, I’m karate chopping you in the jugular,” your best friend hissed as you both shuffled down the sidewalk of your college campus. “Aren’t you excited?”

You groaned, struggling to keep up with her long and quick steps. “Aren’t you excited enough for me?”

She narrowed her eyes, halting her steps to spin around and face you. She shoved her wrist into your direct line of sight before continuing with a growl. “Do you see this, Y/N?”

You blinked rapidly, attempting to avoid any eye contact.

“It says ten years, three months, two days, sixteen minutes, and whatever the hell seconds,” she continued. “Ten. Years.”

“If I peel mine off and just swap with you...” you muttered, looking at your shoes. 

“It would switch right back to ten years and I would be depressed all over again,” she mumbled, letting her arm drop weakly to her side. “So don’t give me shit about being excited for you, okay?”

You looked down to your shoes, feeling your face heat with embaressment. Ever since you were in grade school, you had been made aware of just how lucky you were. As soon as your classmates had noticed the time stamp ticking away on your wrist reader, they moaned, complaining about how lucky you were that you would find your soul mate so young. Having just grasped the idea of soulmates at such a young age, you were excited as well, curious as to how the time ticker system worked and how it strung together the web of soulmates around the world. 

It was much too much for your adolescent brain to handle, so you joined in the joy of your classmates, exuberant over the small number you were given. 

Now it seemed as if the pressure were too much..and you would give anything to have ten years left on your time. 

“You don’t have to be so hostile,” you pouted, kicking at an imaginary rock as you continued walking. 

“Stop being stupid then,” she spat. “Plus I’ve done something for you to make it interesting.”

“...I don’t like the sound of that,” you whispered, now making it your turn to stop. “What exactly do you mean by you made it interesting?”

“Knowing you,” she nodded. “You would see a few hours left on your wrist and seclude yourself. Then something catastrophic would have to happen to meet your prince charming.”

“Or princess,” you nodded with a smirk.

Your friend rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “So I got us a ticket to a concert.”

“You what?” you gasped, your heart immediately beginning to flutter. “That’s hundreds of people? How can I possibly know...?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard your parents meeting story as often as I’ve heard mine,” she teased. “You will have no problem realizing.”

“But...but...” you began to argue, only to let your complaints trail off into a small whimper. 

“I’ll be at your apartment at six,” she nodded. “Oh, and by the way, it’s a Korean pop concert.”

Your eyes grew wide as you looked at her body, slowly retreating from yours. “But I don’t speak Korean!” 

“Why are you so quiet?” Jiho whispered, chewing on a carrot stick in the backstage area. 

“He’s been like that since our plane landed,” Kyung clucked, shaking his head. He elbowed Taeil and tilted his head, waiting for any sort of response. 

“What?” Taeil whispered cautiously. He looked up from the floor, his thoughts heavy with worry. 

“I know why he’s quiet,” Kyung said, a knowing and mischievous smile on his face. “Have you guys seen his ticker lately?”

“Don’t you have more important concerns?” Taeil grumbled. “Like your face for example, maybe what you decided to wear today?”

“Projecting! He’s projecting!” Jihoon gasped, pointing at Taeil and looking around the room. 

“Jaehyo, can you please stop teaching him these words,” Taeil groaned, now setting his gaze on the ceiling. 

“Projecting or not, we’re all waiting,” Jaehyo sighed, readjusting his crossed legs. He filed at his nails, his expression bland, but all of the members knew he  was more concerned than any of them were. 

“Get comfy, you’ll be waiting awhile,” Taeil muttered, readjusting himself to get more comfortable. 

Jiho looked to Kyung, who turned and looked to Minhyuk and Jihoon. They all nodded to each other, simultaneously springing into action. Each member took one of Taeil’s limbs as Jiho reached up and made Taeil’s wrist reader visible. 

“Two hours! You’re meeting your soul mate in two hours and didn’t think to say anything to us?” he gasped, pulling Taeil’s sleeve back down and releasing his grip on the older boy’s wrists. Yukwon immediately sprung forward, morphing into a heart emoji before the boys eyes. 

“You know when I go to fan signs-” he began. 

“You don’t sign a heart beside your name because you save it for your girlfriend,” the members recited, each rolling their eyes. 

“All I’m saying is it’ll be nice to have someone around here who has a soul mate too...” Yukwon pouted, sliding back into the couch again. “Jees.”

“So you’re nervous!” Jaehyo grinned. “How cute.”

“Am I not your hyung?” Taeil griped, trying to readjust his shaken clothing. 

“He’s right! Have a little more respect!” Jiho nodded. He slid forward, his voice only an inch from Taeil’s ear. “But it is so cute!” 

If looks could kill, everyone in the room would be dead. 

“What are you nervous about?” Minhyuk said cooly, crossing his arms. “It’s an important day, I get that, but shouldn’t you be excited?”

“What if she doesn’t like animals?” Taeil sighed. “Or tattoos? What if she doesn’t speak Korean?”

“Well, good thing you’re a quick learner,” Kyung chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on his hyung’s knee. “But here’s the bright side, in two hours, we’ll be on stage together! So we’ll all be there!”

“I can hardly contain my excitement,” Taeil muttered. “Really, how could the situation get much better?”

You struggled to the front of the barricade, your arm sore from your friend’s incessant pulling. 

“I think my shoulder just popped free from the socket,” you shouted over the hundreds of fangirls around you. You looked warily back down to your wrist, checking the time. Seven minutes. 

“They start soon, we have to hurry,” she hissed, making her way through the crowd. “Excuse me-sorry, I’m - I said I was sorry!” 

You rolled your eyes as you trudged forward, only exhaling once you reached the area closest to the stage. “When does this thing start anyway? And who is this?” 

“Block B and approximately two minutes,” she nodded, looking anxiously up at the stage. “What is the old ticker at by the way?” 

“Six minutes...five and some change now,” you grumbled, looking behind you. You were surrounded in a sea of women. 

“This is so exciting!” your friend gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. “I wonder who it’s going to be.”

“All I hope is that she’s of age,” you sighed. There were a lot of preteens in the crowd. 

“Maybe it’s the MC!” she said excitedly hopping up and down. “Look! He’s coming now!”

“Too soon,” you muttered, shaking your head. You bit your lip as the MC went through the normal hyped up speech. Your heart was pounding so hard, you swore anyone in the surrounding area could hear it. You closed your eyes, attempting to calm yourself. Your whole life would be changing in a matter of moments. 

Alright, so maybe you weren’t so good at calming yourself. 

The lights dimmed as loud music was queued somewhere behind the stage. You looked down to your wrist again. Under a minute. 

A shiver radiated down your spine as a deep voice began to make it’s way through the crowd behind you. You were scared to turn and look over your shoulder at the owner of the voice, near certain of your fate. 

“Excuse me,” he growled, trying to edge in beside you. You looked down at your wrist again. Fifteen seconds. 

You shut your eyes, beginning to panic. You weren’t ready. You were no where near ready. This random stranger in a crowd was destined to be your future. You opened your lids again to eye your ticker. Five seconds. 

“We are Block B!” a voice shouted into a microphone on stage just as the strange man’s hand reached your shoulder. You instinctively looked up from your wrist and to the stage, startled by the band’s appearance before recognizing the person now beside you. 

Just as you were about to look away, you locked eyes with one of the men on stage. He was the smallest of the group, clutching a mic in his tensed knuckles. He looked as panicked as you did. He reached up, pressing his glasses further up on his nose. It seemed as if he was squinting, attempting to make eye contact with you as well. He walked forward slowly, ignoring the choreography the other members were deeply dedicated to. He approached the edge of the stage, directly in front of you. 

It seemed as if lights became brighter and the noise around you faded to a hum. You knew as soon as your eyes met. He was your forever. 

“Holy shit,” you heard your friend gasp beside you. She clutched your wrist, shaking it violently. Your eyes broke away from the man’s for only a moment as you looked down at your wrist, a flashing 00:00:00 appearing where other numbers had been previously. Your gaze snapped back up to the member of Block B on stage who was now motionless, staring down at his wrist as well. 

“Your soulmate is Lee Taeil?” she shrieked, jumping up and down. “You owe me! Oh my god you so owe me!” 

You remained speechless as the man before you continued to stare. Slowly but surely, his group members halted their dancing, the music in the background winding down. They whispered to each other in rapid fire Korean, taking Taeil’s wrist into their hands and confirming their numbers. After shaking their member out of his daze, a small smile found his lips as he began to nod, pointing a shaky finger at you. 

“Sorry BBC!” the leader said in broken English, his face broken out into a wide smile. “But our Taeil has found someone in the crowd.”

The crowd erupted into shrieks and applause, not entirely sure of what was happening. The hands of a strange security guard reached out for you, lifting you up from your spot before the barricade and onto the stage. You were pushed in front of the man you had just learned was named Taeil. With mild hesitation, he reached for your fingers, taking your hand into his. He whispered something in Korean, causing you to shake your head and give him a sad smile. A woman emerged from the side of the stage, rushing up to take you and Taeil by the arm. She quickly ushered you both from your spots and into the wings as the other members attempted to regain the momentum of the song. 

“Do you speak Korean?” the woman asked, her face kind and gentle. 

The words barely skimmed the surface of your understanding as you stared at Taeil’s handsome face. You were lost in his eyes, his grin, and his attention. You noticed everything. The way his hair stuck out in styled angles, the way his piercings laid in his ears, the numerous tattoos peaking from beneath his sleeves. He looked taken aback, his smile never slipping from his lips. He searched your face, completely enthralled by the sight of you as well. 

“Excuse me, do you speak Korean?” the woman repeated, touching your shoulder carefully. You were broken from your hypnotized state and refocused on her, slowly shaking your head. 

“I-I don’t,” you stuttered. But it was looking like you’d have to learn pretty quickly. 

Taeil said something in quiet Korean, his face bright with a nervous blush. 

“What-what did he say?” you whispered, ripping your eyes away from him and back to the woman. 

She smiled, nodding as she looked from Taeil to you. “He said he’s waited for you his whole life...and he couldn’t be happier.”

[blessmeblockb-blog]

Scenario of Block B and their little friend, who they all see as a little sister, falling madly in love with none other than the leader, Zico, who is 7 years older than her. They've known each other since 2011 (debut) but she's had a crush on him from that moment on. However, ever since the news of him dating AOA's SeolHyun, she changes. They don't know why. Even after the breakup, she's still acting strange.

Wowza, thanks so much for requesting my first scenario!

Honestly, I was quite surprised with how detailed the request was, bu nevertheless took on the challenge!

I wasn’t sure about how to write it all at once (there’s so much to write about, lol!) so I sort of wrote the beginning of it? If you like it, feel free to tell me to continue it, and if you don’t…well, you know what to do!

I’m also struggling a bit with the MC acting “strange”, so let’s see how my mind figures that out, haha.

But yeah, if you guys like this, then consider this “Part One”. Otherwise…yeah.

Also, since this was my first scenario, I apologize if this came out really awkward or not what you wanted. :(

Title: First Love?

Pairing: Zico x Reader(sort of?)

Type/Genre: One-Shot, Heartbreak

Summary: After being neighbors and friends with Pyo Jihoon since childhood, he later introduced you to the guys he debuted in a K-Pop group, Block B, with. Although you grew to love those boys to death, one of them stood out to you from the beginning. Woo Jiho. What started as an innocent crush turned into what seemed like love as the years went by. Of course, due to the two of you never becoming more than casual friends and, well, you never telling him how you felt, he remained completely unaware of that…

“Ah, everyone, (Y/N) is here!”

You grinned widely as your friend, Jihoon, announced your arrival. Well, of course he would do so; it was your turn to bring dinner for the guys, after all. They had been practicing the dance for their newest song, so they were probably starving by the time you got there. “I brought fried chicken, and you all better save me the best pieces!”

“But whyyy?” whined Yookwon, “We’ve been working so hard all day!”

“Yeah, but did you have to walk through the rain for twenty minutes to get the chicken, only to wait in a long line for another twenty minutes?” You smirked, “No, I didn’t think so!”

“Oh, that doesn’t even compare…” Jaehyo grumbled.

“C’mon, just let her have some good pieces of chicken, guys,” you hear a voice pipe up from the back.

Jiho.

Ugh, even just hearing his voice made your heart flutter.

He sauntered over to you, and put his hands on the box of chicken. “Thanks for bringing the chicken, (Y/N).” He smiled at you.

Ugh, that smile. How could anyone be so cute?

“Oh, it was no problem at all, oppa!” You replied, flashing a toothy smile.

As the chicken was being distributed to everyone, Jihoon pulled you aside. “‘Oh, it was no problem at all, oppa!’ Have you ever noticed that he’s the only one you call oppa?” he whispered.

“Hey, he’s seven years older than me. Why can’t I?” You retorted.

Oh please,” Jihoon silently chuckled, “You’re making it even more obvious that you’re madly in love with him!”

“I’m not madly in love with him…”

“Mhm, sure. Listen, (Y/N), just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I mean it!” Jihoon glared at you. “We’ve been friends for years. I’m just looking out for you.”

You sighed. “I know, I just…ugh, look at his cute face.” You stared at Jiho as he stuffed his face with the rest of the members.

“Oh, please.”

“Okay, I’m done, I’m done!”

“Alright,” Jihoon laughed, “let’s grab some chicken now, hm?”

“Yeah, I’m starving!” You and Jihoon moved over to where the food was, with barely any chicken left in the box. These guys, I swear, you thought to yourself. You grabbed what you could and made your way to the group.

Just then, you heard a phone buzz. As you were about to check your pockets to see if it was yours, you saw Jiho pull his out, staring at the screen. He smiled at it, texting away at whoever messaged him.

Almost one minute later, there was another message, then another, and another. You couldn’t see who exactly he was texting, but they must’ve been pretty important, since Jiho kept smiling at his phone.

“Yah, who are you texting?” Minhyuk asked Jiho, “Is it a girl?” Of course, the rest of the guys laughed at the comment.

He didn’t respond.

Obviously, the thought of such a thing made you feel a little…irritated. But, you figured that it couldn’t have been true. He’s been far too busy to have been talking to some other girl.

Right?

“BLOCK B’ ZICO AND AOA’S SEOLHYUN CONFIRMED TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP”

You read the article over and over again.

Unbelievable.

Supposedly, they had been together for months. Months. Months?!

That explains why he’d been constantly texting and staring at his phone…even more so since the day you brought them fried chicken.

And of course, he was with another idol. Figures.

Just then, your phone started ringing. It was, unsurprisingly, Jihoon.

“…Hello?”

“Hey. I just read the article. You okay?”

“I mean…I don’t know.” Of course you knew. You and Jiho weren’t even extremely close, for crying out loud! Why were you letting yourself get all worked up over something like this? 

Inevitably, those thoughts led to a few tears.

Jihoon heard your soft sniffles through the phone. “Are you going to be okay? Do you need me to come over?”

“No, it’s fine. I think I just want to sit on this for a while.”

“Alright…call me if you need anything?”

“Yeah.” You hung up.

You weren’t going to be okay.