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SFW Alphabet Donghan

Source: SFW Alphabet

This is dedicated to @/ukulelewrites since she’s always complaining there isn’t enough Donghan content on tumblr.

A - AU (Random AU here, so like domestic, prince, vampire, etc.)

I almost made it vampire, single father, boyfriend, or husband Donghan but didn’t, so shameless self promo right here. I see Donghan as a prince!AU(probably gonna write one now), he’s that prince that was born into it but hates it. He just wants to dance and be normal, but being of noble name he can’t. He would sneak out of the castle and visit a nearby town, dressing in commoners clothing and using a fake name. It was in the town he met you, a kind inn keeper who let him rent an extra room you had, you didn’t question his obviously fake name as long as he paid the rent on time. The room was only even used at night, when he’d arrive, but he’d always be gone by morning. Weeks passed, and the two got to know each other, but Donghan still hadn’t told you he was a prince. He probably wouldn’t tell you either, until he has to, since his parents found out he was sneaking out at night and sent a guard to follow him and find out where he was going to at night. His parents would force him to tell you he was a prince, hoping it would kill anything feelings between the two of you, but it doesn’t work.

B - Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

You know that friend that you are like I could totally cut them out of my life, but if you tried to it would kill you, he’s that friend. Like you hate but you also love him, and he’s the best friend you could have.

C - Cuddles (cuddler? not a cuddler? maybe a cuddler? how would they cuddle?)

Donghan is clingy, cuddles are a given. He loves nothing more than just holding you, regardless of where you are and what time it is, he’s always up for cuddling. He’s the big spoon, of course, he’d pull you down to sit by him and within minutes you are on his lap and his face is in your neck.

D - Domestic (how domestic are they? would they clean? cook? help you clean/cook? or would they just mess everything up lol

Donghan helping around the house, that would be your dreams come true. He’s the least helpful person ever, he just steals all the cleaning supplies and puts them on high shelves and is like “You’ll get them back when you kiss me.”

E - Ending (if they had to break up with someone, how would they do it?)

Donghan I feel would recruit his friends to help him, he’d be that guy that can’t find the courage to breakup with you himself, so he gets his friends to drop the hint, and basically break up with you for him.

F - Films (what kind of movies would they like? theaters or netflix?)

Donghan I feel would be one of those “I’ll watch whatever you want to watch babe” guys. He’s not going to openly say I want to watch this or that, but he’s lowkey hoping you’ll pick the movie he wants. He’d probably hope you pick that horror movie, because he wants to be that boyfriend that holds his girlfriend when she’s scared from the horror movie. He’d prefer Netflix to theaters, just because you can’t really cuddle that much in a theater.

G - Group Mates (how would they break the news to the group? how would their group mates interact with you?)

His friends would probably tease the hell out of him, like he has a girlfriend, gateway to being teased forever. They would be apprehensive of you, but would soon become best friends with you. They would talk shit about Donghan with you, and probably tell you all the weird things he doe trying to scare you off, until they realize it’s not working and then are like “Well little bro she really does like you, she didn’t run off when we told her you sleep with a stuffed animal from your childhood.”

H - Hugs (how would they hug you? is it common for them to hug you?)

Hugs are really more cuddles than actual hugs. Donghan is clingy as hell, like he’d hug you and then twenty minutes later you two are still hugging, but it’s transitioned into cuddling since he won’t let you go.

I - Intimate (how touchy feely are they? when would they become comfortable to be touchy feely?)

As said before, boy is clingy as hell, you better expect his hands to be everywhere, just everywhere. 

J - Jealous (would they ever get jealous? how would they act if they were jealous?)

Jealous, Donghan, yes. He wouldn’t show it and refuses to admit it, but he gets really jealous when he notices his friends getting close to you or you getting close to his friends. 

K - Kisses (how would they kiss you? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses with Donghan would be wild, like boy is wild so of course. He’d probably pick you up and push you against a wall, complaining the height difference makes kissing hard. Boy probably often kisses your forehead or the top of your head, he’s tall so he says that’s the only place he can kiss without bending down. I feel like he’d like it if you kissed him on the cheek, which isn’t that easy due to his height, but if you did, he’d love it.

L - Little Ones (how are they around kids? are they scared out of their minds or are they the kids’ bff by the end of the day?)

He’d be both I feel, like to start with he’d be scared to death and thinking of ways to get out of being around this child, but within an hour if the child is a boy, the two are in a fort with a no girls aloud sign in front of it and telling you that you can’t enter, or if the child is a girl, he’ll be sitting in a small chair pretending to drink tea and eat crumpets as the guest of honor at her tea party. If it’s a boy I could see him turning into one of those people that throws the kid in the air and catches it also, or if it’s a girl, he’ll be wrapped around her finger and by the end of the day he has bows in his hair and she put makeup on him, because he couldn’t tell her no.

M - Morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are lazy, him saying five more minutes and holding you tighter, five minutes turn into two hours, and before long it’s 2 pm and you are starving but he still refuses to let you go. Mornings with him are you waking him up and him refusing to get up, but you’ll have to get wise, get out of his grasp before waking him up, wake him up from across the room if you can’t be late, then he can’t grab you and pull you back onto the bed. 

N - Night (how are nights spent with them?)

Expecting cuddling while watching a movie, probably a horror movie in the hopes of you being scared so he can cuddle you more. It’ll be 2 am and he wants food so you go on a convenience store run and he’s like time is just a social construct created to confine people to their homes once the sun sets, and you are just like “Grab the damn banana milk and ramen you want so we can get home.” 

O - Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything at once or what a while to reveal?)

I feel he’d want to form a bond before he starts telling you much about himself, he’d want to know you are someone he can trust first. He’d start opening up after that trust is formed, and it’s a little bit at first, but gradually grows and before long you’ll know everything.

P - Photographs (are they into documenting your relationship? what kind of pics would they take? candids? posed? funny?)

He would take all kinds of photos, he has folders based on what the photo is, funny, candids, posed, aesthetics, couple. He probably has a folder called blackmail of the ugliest photos he could take of you, incase he needs something to bribe you into giving him that last slice of pizza or the last cookie in the jar.

Q - Quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail that you mention in passing? or do they kinda forget everything?)

Donghan I feel would be a mix of both, he’d remember that story you told him about that time you went swimming with your cousins in a lake and got your swimsuit stuck on something, but he doesn’t remember that story you told him about that time your mother thought there was a turtle in the road and sat there for ten minuets before realizing it was a rock(my mom actually did this once). He tries to remember everything, but doesn’t.

R - Rain (what do they like to do when it rains?)

Depending on how you react to the rain, he’d either love watching it while holding you, or trying to keep your mind off of it. If you feared thunderstorms, despite how much he likes teasing you, he’d instantly become serious the moment storms are predicted to happen and start coming up with ways to distract you from what is going on outside. Even if it was 2 am and it started storming, he’d come to your house in the rain, to comfort you and keep your mind off the storm. If you weren’t afraid of storms, he’d enjoy listening and watching the storm with you in his arms, before probably falling asleep.

S - Sleep (what are their sleep habits?)

He’ll sleep wherever and whenever, like if you two are outside in the park, if it’s peaceful he would fall asleep right there. He likes to cuddle you when you sleep. He finds it comforting to pull you against his chest, like big spoon definitely, and falling sleep with you in his arms. 

T - Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, everyday tasks?)

The first few dates were probably his mother’s planning, he didn’t know what you’d like so he asked her for help and she pretty much planned them. The first anniversary was also his mother’s planning, but all after that were his own plans. When you ask him to do chores, he’ll do everything to avoid it. 

U - Ugly (what would be some ugly habits of theirs that you’d not like?)

He has a habit of placing things on top high shelves so he can watch you suffer while trying to get it down. I also feel like he’s a blanket hog, so cuddling with him means you need two blankets or you better be ready to fight for it or just sit in his lap, which honestly I feel like he’d purposely only bring one blanket and then be like “Well I guess if you wanna be warm you’ll just have to sit in my lap” but then you go and get your own blanket.

V - Victorious (would they play games with you? what kind of games? would they win?)

You know Mario Karts, probably all this boy plays. If you win, you can bet your ass he’s accusing you of cheating, but like how does one cheat at Mario Karts. If he wins, expect him to tell everyone, he would probably call your grandma at 3 am to tell her that he beat you at Mario Karts, and he will constantly bring it up, like you tell him to do something like chores and he’s like “Sorry babe, I’m a Mario Kart winner, I can’t do that.” 

W - Winter (what do they do with you when the weather’s cold? is it hot cocoa and cuddle? or is it ice skating? or something else?)

Even in the middle of summer this boy is cuddling you, he’s clingy as hell and won’t let go of you even if you say you need to use the bathroom. Cold winter days with him are spent cuddling in front of the tv, watching a movie, while sipping on hot cocoa, which you made because he somehow managed to burn the milk the first time.

X - Xtra,,,,,i tried (a random headcanon for them!)

Donghan wouldn’t be very domestic, but he would have his moments, and in those moments, expect him to want you to praise him. Like he noticed you fell asleep so he put your laundry into the dryer and then took them out and folded them and put them up, so expect him to remind you of that time he saved your clothing from sitting in the washing machine for hours and expect him to expect you to make him his favorite dessert or something as a thank you.

Y - Yuck (what would be things they wouldn’t really like? either in general or in a partner)

Donghan I feel wouldn’t like people that he can’t feel like himself around, he wouldn’t want to be around people he feels don’t appreciate him or that loose cannons and always ready to fight. He wouldn’t want to date someone he feels he has to be someone else around, he would want someone that excepts him flaws and all, and also wouldn’t mind him being clingy af.

Z - Zodiac (what is their zodiac sign? do they fit it to a T? speaking of zodiac, how superstitious are they when it comes to love?)

Donghan is a cancer, like me so I know all the shit about this sign. Cancers are intuitive and sentimental, often they are regarded as one of the most emotional and sensitive zodiacs. They are seen as the most challenging zodiac to get to know, and get attached to people that they are close to. While they are one of the most loyal, emotional, and empathetic signs, they are also often manipulative, insecure, and moody. Often they are quick to help and even quicker to avoid conflict. Easy to get hurt, they are gentle and caring. In a partner cancers prefer someone that can understand them through nonverbal ways, silent contact, and daily routines; relationships don’t last long with flaky or superficial people they feel are unreliable. Cancers are a sign that needs someone they feel calm, protected, and free to express themselves around, to form a relationship. The easiest way to make a Cancer think you don’t care about them, is by taking them for granted and ignoring the compassion and understanding they send your way. Cancers, especially men, can be clingy, moody, and pessimistic, but also creative and generous; they need someone that can provide them attention, through kind words, concerns, and compliments. Cancer men are creative and generous, and when they look for someone to date, in their mind they are looking for someone they feel would make a great future wife and mother than a quick hookup.  Signs a Cancer is usually most compatible with are: Taurus, Virgo, Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces, and Capricorn. I feel Donghan isn’t all of this, but he does fit the description of it mostly. I feel like Donghan fits the idea of Cancers dating pretty closely, he needs someone that is perfectly fine with sitting in silence for three hours and just cuddling, but that person also needs to understand that he can get emotional. They’ll need to make the first move, and understand that Cancer men can get extremely overprotective of ones they love. Donghan I feel isn’t one to easily or quickly fall in love, like most Cancers, you need to form a bond and gain his trust before he’ll consider that maybe he loves you. 

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REQUESTED: “tom & jerry” [jbj: donghan]

genre: FLUFF + profanity 

ficstyle: bulletpoints 

anon asked: “hi ^^ may i request a kim donghan scenario where they were always arguing about stupid thing and whos was right and who was wrong when one of their friends snapped and told them to stop and that everyone gets that they like each other? thanks !!”

note: I really wished that I got more requests for member’s and groups I haven’t written for.. BUT ENJOY~

who’s Donghan to you?

he isn’t your friend

nor an enemy

but like a frienemy?

a good looking frienemy that you actually liked at first..

when you first met him, you thought that he’s actually charming and cute

you didn’t mind his presence 

until he opened his mouth

IT’S LIKE EVERY TIME HE OPENS HIS MOUTH

ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE

the sad thing is ...

you basically see him everyday 

since you all hangout with the same people; same friend group

ONE DAY 

you wanted to play Mario Kart with Sanggyun, Yongguk and Hyunbin but there were only 4 controllers

you reached for the last one but Donghan grabs it from you

“are you fucking kidding me, I’m the guest here” you looked at him in disbelief

“you can just play after the loser”

his hyungs were gonna say something but he already started the game

upset; and with nowhere to sit.. you had to sit on the couch next to Donghan

you were already close to the armrest of the couch; squished

“can’t you move your fatass over?” he nudges you

you were over at JBJ’s dorm because Kenta wanted to make you okonomiyaki 

you glanced over to see how much space Donghan was already taking up on the couch

and he wanted you to scoot over?

you scoffed and you rolled your neck

“are you fucking kidding me? you’re already taking up the whole couch and you want ME to scoot over? I should be the one telling you to scoot over, you piece of lard!”

you shoved him over but he doesn’t budge

“I usually have this whole couch to myself..” he says looking at the TV, concentrating

he pissed you off so much that you had the urge

the urge to make him lose

you were constantly shoving him

“HEY! CUT IT OUT!”

he was falling from 1st place to 3 place with one shove

that made you want to continue to shove him but out of kindness you stopped after that one

slowly he moved from 3rd to 6th

and 6th to last place

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, Y/N? YOU MADE ME LOSE!”

he threw the controller on the ground

“don’t throw it, it’s expens-” 

you interrupted Sanggyun 

“ME? I MADE YOU LOSE? YOU JUST SUCK!!” you pushed him with your finger

he rolls his eyes 

“IF YOU DIDN’T SHOVE ME-”

“1) I ONLY SHOVED YOU FROM 1ST TO 3RD AND 2) IF YOU WEREN’T A FATASS, HOGGING UP THE WHOLE COUCH, THEN MAYBE THIS DIDN’T HAPPEN!”

“STOP LYING!! SUCH A DAMN LIAR, ALL YOU DO IS LIE!!”

“I’M ALWAYS THE RIGHT ONE, STUPID!!”

the fighting cause you guys to inch closer and closer

but neither of you realized it until Yongguk spoke up

“talk about Tom and Jerry...sheesh, you guys should stop fighting and just kiss already..”

both you and Donghan’s eyes widened

you both were basically breathing each other’s air 

Donghan tries to take a step back but Hyunbin blocks him from the back

your eyes looked everywhere but into Donghan’s eyes

“you guys keep on fighting but honestly.. you guys actually like each other huh?” Yongguk says as he gets up to stretch

“NO” you and Donghan both spoke at the same time

“hmm... interesting...” 

Yongguk heads to the kitchen

Sanggyun and Hyunbin left slowly after

you and Donghan didn’t budge from your spots

“is that why you’re so mean to me?” you asked without looking at him 

Donghan sniffles his nose, looking upwards

“n-no..”

your lips slowly curled up into a smile

“oh thank goodness you don’t, I like Kenta anyways..”

Donghan quickly looks at you with a furrowed brow

you turned to make your way to the kitchen

but he pulls you to sit next to him onto the couch

“WH-”

he puts his finger on your lips

“okayilikeyouandithoughtyoulikedmeback,” he takes a deep breath, “youcan’tlikekentahyungbecauseireallylikeyoupleaselikemeback”

you were just looking at him with the world’s most confused face

from the kitchen, all of his hyungs were wearing the same face as you

“AISH!” he viciously ruffles his hair in annoyance

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO LIKE KENTA HYUNG BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE YOU!”

“pfft” you tried to hold in your laugh

“YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER MIND, GO AHEAD, DATE KENTA HYUNG FOR ALL I CARE!!” he stands up and makes his way to his room

but he felt a small pair of arms hug him from behind

“you know if you really liked someone.. you wouldn’t be so mean to them..”

his face was getting red

“I..I don’t know what to do or say...it was just easier for me to fight with you..because that way.. you’d respond to me...even if it was something negative...and...and...” he shut his eyes tight

“and what” you were in front of him at this point

his hyungs were biting on their fist.. hoping that he won’t say anything stupid

“yo-you’re cute when you’re angry..”

SLAP

Taehyun slaps him in the back 

“YA DONGHAN.. YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING DRAMAS LATELY FOR THIS REASON??? AREN’T YOU JUST THE CUTEST!!”

his hyungs laughed in unison

Donghan didn’t like to be humiliated; he wanted to run into his room

but you grabbed his hand

“you know...you don’t have to be a jackass to get my attention...I liked you from the beginning.... BUT YOU GOT ON MY NERVES SO MUCH THAT IT MADE ME SO ANGRY EVERY TIME YOU SAID SOMETHING TO ME....” you pouted

he cups your face and kisses you on the top of your head

“I’m sorry, my little piglet..”

“he’s calling you a fat piece of bacon,” Sanggyun whispers

“DONGHAN I SWEA-”

“STOP TRYING TO GET US TO FIGHT ALL THE TIME!!!”

END

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All’s Fair In Love & War {2}

A/N: i aM ALIVE. After being attacked by back to back exams and projects and tutoring and mentoring I am alive and here to provide you guys with quality content. Here’s the second installment to the donghan chaptered fic!

Pairing: JBJ’s Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst, fratboy!donghan, pretty sure some level of crack jfc

Word Count: almost 2k 

Parts: 1 / 2

An A on your paper. A stupid bet spurred by anger. And an especially annoying frat boy who goes by the name of Kim Donghan. Who knew such things would lead you to such a mess?

“Joy, wait up!” you called after the raven-haired girl as you ran up to her. She turned around and sent you a gummy smile.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” she asked sweetly.

“I saw you at the Epsilon Beta party last week, but I didn’t really get a chance to talk to you. Didn’t really think those kind of things were you scene,” you said; your steps were matching hers as the two of you walked across the campus square.

“Oh, my cousin invited me. My mom wants me to have some sort of normalcy in college, and I quote ‘You can’t have that at an all-girls’ school, Joy,’ and that’s how I ended up at a stupid little frat party,” she added an eye roll to the end of her sentence.

“So I’m assuming you wouldn’t attend another one of their parties?”

“I hope not, but I probably will. Hyunbin’s probably going to convince me, so my mom doesn’t kill me.”

“So, saw anyone cute?” you asked, cringing internally.

Joy looked at you incredulously before lowering her gaze. You picked up on the slight blush that dusted her cheeks; you almost felt guilty, almost.

“Um, well, the guy you were talking to was pretty cute,” she said shyly.

You had to hold back the scoff that threatened to spill over. “Donghan? Not my type if I’m being honest.”

“Do you think he’d like me?”

Yeah, the guilt was definitely there now. “I don’t know, Joy; he’s kind of a fuckboy,” you said, “I wouldn’t fall so hard so fast if I were you.”

You found yourself once again standing in front of the Epsilon Beta house after Yebin dropped you off, promising to pick you up at 5. However, this time, you had your notebook in hand, ready to get work done. Collecting your composure at the door, you quickly knocked on the front door.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise? Came back for more of me?” a very shirtless Donghan said.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes on his face, but the little smirk that played across his lips made you want to smack him.

“Actually, I’m here to interview Noh Taehyun,” you said matter-of-factly, tearing your gaze away from his face for a moment before snapping back, “not for you!”

“Sorry, babe, Taehyun’s in the studio right now,” he yawned, stretching his arms into the air. You tried your best to keep your eyes trained anywhere but his arms, but you found yourself failing that resolve quickly. A lazy smile stretched across his face. “Enjoying the view?”

You scowled up at him. “Not really,” you spun around on your heels, “now if you excuse me, I’ll be going to the studio to conduct my interview.”

“Do you even know where the studio is?” Your steps faltered at his words. “Gotcha there, sweetheart. Now, if you give me five minutes to find a clean shirt, I’ll drive you there.”

“That’s completely unnecessary yo-”

“Do you know how big this campus is?” he deadpanned.

“Same as Sarah Lawrence’s?”

“Imagine five times bigger, now give me five minutes, and I’ll take you to the studio.”

“You really don’t-” You were cut off by the door slamming in your face, only to quickly reopen with a now non-shirtless Donghan.

“C’mon, princess,  I don’t have all day,” he said as he breezed past you. You stalled for a second before begrudgingly moving your feet after him.

“I thought you said you didn’t have all day,” you grumbled in the passenger seat of Donghan’s, quite nice, car.

“Okay, not my fault it took us a while to get my car. It’s Sanggyun’s fault for borrowing it,” he retorted.

“I should’ve just walked.”

“Babe, you would’ve gotten lost, now, if you can please stop complaining.”

Donghan then put his hand behind your seat, craning his neck a bit to reverse his car. You leafed through your notebook to find the questions you had prepared. “What’s taking you so long to-” your voice got caught in your throat when you turned to look at him. A neck shouldn’t be that attractive. You quickly turned your attention back to your notebook before taking another glimpse at his profile. The heat that crept upon your cheeks had to be because of the weather, definitely not because of the egotistical idiot that sat beside you.

However, it didn’t hurt to let your eyes wander just a little bit. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he waited for a passing car to clear his path. You couldn’t help as your eyes found themselves trained on his exposed forearms.

“Like what you see, princess?” he drawled with a smirk marring his face.

You let out a huff as you trained your eyes back onto your notebook. Your ears were practically burning at this point. “Keep your eyes on the goddamn road, Donghan. You’re wasting my time,” you snapped.

He chuckled at your response and eased himself onto the street. After a while he unfortunately opened his big fat mouth. “So, the girl you pointed out last night, she’s Hyunbin’s cousin,” he stated plainly.

“Mhm, and your point is?” you replied absentmindedly, watching the campus fly by.

“Do you want me dead or something?”

“It’s not the strongest mood I have towards you, but it’s up there.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, why’d you have to pick one of my brothers’ cousin?”

“Uh, can you reword that please? It kinda sounds like, incestuous.”

He rolled his eyes at your comment. “Why’d you pick one of my friends’ cousin?”

“I picked a random person, so it’s not like I plotted to have you murdered by your friend for trying to date his beloved cousin. Plus, you’ll love her; she’s cute, and she’s extremely well read.”

He keeps his eyes on the road, but you could see his hands tightening around the wheel. “I don’t want well read; I want good in bed, so pick a different person.”

“Ah, so this is what all that nonsensical build-up was for,” you exclaimed sarcastically, “And to answer your question, no, I’m not changing the person.”

“And why not?” he asked.

“Because, it looks like we’ve reached our destination, and I have work to get done,” you said as the sign for the dance studio came into view, “Now be a dear and park the car.”

“So Taehyun, I’d like to thank you again for letting me interview you on such short notice,” you said. He sat across from you on the floor of the dance studio; your phone was recording the entire conversation down just in case you missed anything in your notes.

“No problem, it’s not everyday a cute girl comes up and asks to interview you,” he replied lightly.

“You’re sleeping with my best friend, so I do hope you refrain from such comments for the rest of this interview,” you said bluntly, not even looking up from your notebook. He raised his hands up in defense and turned to look at where Donghan was casually leaning against the wall.

“Is she always like this?” Taehyun asked the younger man, only to be answered with a curt nod.

“Now, as the, I guess I would say president of your fraternity, what are the standards you expect from the members?”

“How well they hold their liquor,” he says jokingly; however a sharp glare from you caused him to quickly rethink his answer. “We mainly look at the character of the pledges, see if they can fit well in our frat; we don’t want to discriminate against anyone interested based off of income, grades, or anything like that.”

You quickly jotted down the second half of his answer before continuing. “What are your opinions on the current viewpoint of our current society on fraternities?”

“Uh, what does that even mean?”

“I’ll skip that question then, now onto the next question.”

“Yebin, I don’t understand how you could possibly sleep with that Taehyun guy. Interviewing him was like pulling out teeth,” you complained over the phone. The interview had finished 5 minutes prior, and you quickly hightailed your way to the front of the studio to call your best friend to pick you up.

“Well, it’s not like I sleep with him for the intellectual banter.” You could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the phone.

“Fine. Anyways, how much longer until you get here? It’s getting kind of cold,” you pulled your jacket closer to your frame.

“Well, I’d say give me a half hour? My shift ends in twenty, and it shouldn’t take me that long to come pick you up.” You mumbled a goodbye and hung up the phone. Then, someone’s arm draped themselves across your shoulders. You looked up to find Donghan’s annoying face in your view.

“C’mon, Y/N, you’re helping me woo Hyunbin’s cousin today,” he said, already dragging you to his car.

“And why would I do that?” you asked, shoving his arm off of you. He actually had the audacity to pout at you.

“You wouldn’t want this bet to start off unfairly, would you?” he asked, “At least let me make conversation with her, let me know her name.”

“Do that yourself,” you said, already walking away from him. He ran after you.

“The bet says I have to date her for a month. No point in you making the bet if I can’t even date her,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Now, Y/N, where does she work?”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Joy asked from behind the counter.

“Getting coffee? This is the campus cafe, Joy,” you replied. Yebin looked at you curiously from over the counter.

“Yeah, I know, but,” she leans closer to you and drops her voice down, “the cute guy from the party came in with you.”

You turned around and sent Donghan a lost look before turning back around. “Donghan?” you noted how she mouthed his name. “I was interviewing one of his frat brothers for a class, so he offered me a ride back to campus since someone,” you sent a pointed look to Yebin, “was going to run late.” Hopefully your friend didn’t question you too much at the time. “Anyways, can I get a large black coffee?”

Joy rang up your order while taking not so secret glances at Donghan. You took your receipt and went to stand near Yebin.

“What was that about?” she hissed over the glass pastry display.

“Donghan wanted to ask Joy out, so he practically dragged me into his car to use me as his lame excuse to show up here,” you replied, not exactly lying. The two of you looked over to find Joy laughing quite prettily at a joke Donghan had cracked. You observed their interaction closely, watching how Donghan’s eyes leered over her.

Yebin spoke up “Hey, dude, you’re holding up our line!”

He looked up and handed Joy a slip of paper before meandering towards you. Yebin took this as her cue to walk away. Donghan gave a victorious grin.

“I got her number, and we’re meeting Saturday at the theaters for a date. The best part is, she’s not my type at all, so looks like I have this bet in the bag,” he bragged.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. After all, a girl’s always full of surprises,” you replied simply, a plan already formulating in your mind. You took your cup of coffee from a barista’s hand with a polite “thank you” before giving a short wave to Donghan and walking out the cafe’s door. Your lips formed a small smirk; there was no way Donghan’s not going to fall for Joy if you can help it. You could practically taste victory on the tip of your tongue.

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Prince!Donghan

Who: Donghan

Warnings: Death.

Word Count:  2470 words

Donghan was the eldest of 3, everyone in the country knew he would take the throne one day.

Since his youth he had been taught all the things a king must know, which it wasn’t widely known that he hated it all.

Honestly, all he wanted to do was dance, but not that formal ballroom dance his father always pressed him to do.

You owned a small inn in town, it was on the outskirts of the town usually just catering to visiting merchants and travelers.

The inn was once your parents livelihood, but once they had earned enough money to buy a larger inn, in the center of the town, they had left the smaller one to your care and moved.

Being on the outskirts of town, you often didn’t know much about what goes on in the town, only knowing what you hear from merchants and travelers.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t recognize Prince Donghan when he entered your inn, wanting to rent a room for the night.

It wasn’t often that you had people like this taking residence in your inn, young men who don’t exactly fit the looks of a traveler or merchant.

The man was clean cut and young, someone you’d expect to be in a more affluent family; yet, the ordinary ‘commoners’ clothing he wore said differently.

The only room you had left was a mostly empty room, only a single bed in the corner and the old wicker chair by a small side table, but he didn’t mind the room.

You felt bad about it, but when you offered him other rooms, he refused them, and when you offered him a discount on the room, he refused it also.

Him renting a room became an weekly thing, every Friday he’d come around five in the evening, and then leave at about eight the next day.

Despite only being there one night a week, he ended up paying a month worth of rent, saying money wasn’t an problem and that he just wanted to make sure that his room was rented.

What exactly he did, you weren’t sure; yet, he always paid on time and often paid more than his rent was, refusing to take the money he paid over, often just telling you to use it to buy yourself something.

Had you lived in the town, you’d know exactly who he was, but it worked out better for him, since he was about to get to know you without you knowing who he was.

He found it refreshing, someone that didn’t alter the way they acted and treated him, he wasn’t the prince with you, he was just a person.

The two of you grew close, the weekly visits became something you looked forward to, it was honestly the highlight of your week.

You found out why he didn’t mind the room, the mostly empty hard floored room was perfect for him to dance in.

His parents didn’t approve of his dancing, wanting him to focus on the family business instead, but as he told you, he thought that he should be able to do both, since all work and no play makes everything dull.

Your friendship with him grew, the two of you got close, honestly the merchants and travelers that often resided in your inn thought the two of you were dating.

You had honestly lost count of the number of times you had been asked if he had proposed yet, along with the number of times you had merchant’s wives say that a good man like him doesn’t come along often.

Truthfully, Donghan had even had some of the older merchants ask him when he was going to put a ring on it, he had heard the ‘you aren’t going to be young forever’ spiel more times than he’d care to admit.

Despite how the two of you had been growing close, both refused to admit it was anything more, like you like him, no, never.

Donghan hadn’t noticed that his parents started to notice him sneaking off on Fridays, it had been going on for a few months, but they just thought he was going to the stables, but seeing him leaving the castle grounds, they knew otherwise.

They sent his personal guard that was supposed to be with him any time he left the castle, after him.

His guard was his best friend, but Donghan knew he couldn’t tell him where he was going, since if his guard knew, then he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to go any longer.

Throughout the months, Donghan had started teaching you how to dance.

He hated ballroom dancing, yet when he was doing it with you, he didn’t hate it any longer.

But you know, he didn’t attribute that to liking you, he just assumed dancing with his friend was more enjoyable than dancing with his old dancing teacher.

He hadn’t noticed that his guard followed him to the inn, and you hadn’t noticed the visitor either since the guard had stayed out of your sight.

The two of you heard a gasp and movement in the trees as Donghan wrapped his arms around you pulling you into a hug, yet you didn’t think much of it.

As usual, Donghan led you back into the room he rented, for your weekly, somewhat of a, dance class.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he started to lead you through the steps of the dance he had been teaching to you.

As you danced, he said, “I guess I’m a good teacher, you aren’t stepping on my feet anymore.”

To which you simply replied. “I can start stepping on your feet again, then you won’t be such a good teacher.”

While you were dancing, his guard had gotten into the inn and was making way towards the room you were dancing in.

“I’d rather you not.” Donghan said, before he spun you once, before pulling you against his chest again. “I’d rather keep my toes intact.” He added.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, as you stepped in time with him. “Maybe if you can’t dance, I could teach you how to make a decent cup of tea, since your current cooking abilities are absolutely hopeless.”

“That was once, and for your information I never drink tea so you shouldn’t judge me for being unable to make a cup.” He replied.

As you opened your mouth to reply, you found yourself unable to reply to him though, as he spun you once more and then dipped you, his face being only centimeters from your own.

The only thought in your mind was, ‘is he going to kiss me’, you honestly lowkey wanted him to do it.

As he held you in the dip, his face started lowering closer to yours, and he was just about to kiss you, when an uninvited guest interrupted.

His body guard Taehyun had been standing in the door the whole time you danced, he was shocked how neither of you noticed him standing there.

He was honestly even more shocked at how you spoke, like you didn’t know Donghan was the prince, yet due to the clothing he was wear, he couldn’t blame you for not knowing.

“So this is where you have been sneaking away too every Friday.” The body guard said.

As the guards voice reached the two of you, it caused Donghan’s to drop you, before he turned to face Taehyun.

Taehyun started walking closer to the two of you, as you started to stand up, recovering from the sudden interruption. 

The man signed, as he stood in front of the two of you. “You really should have known your parents would start to catch on, they aren’t that nonobservant your majesty.”

Watching the two interact was odd, the man seemed to have some sense of loyalty to Donghan, but it wasn’t the ‘I respect you loyalty’, it seemed to be the ‘you are above me and I must protect you loyalty’.

Donghan was rushed out of the inn, leaving you without explaining anything.

You were left lost, wondering who that man was, who exactly Donghan was, and why the other man called him ‘your majesty’.

Back at the castle, Donghan was facing the repercussions of his actions; he isn’t allowed to leave the castle without Taehyun, his collection of commoners clothing was destroyed, and pushed into his royalty classes even further.

It wasn’t until a merchant told you about the fact the king was looking for a spouse for his eldest son, his eldest son Donghan, that everything started to fall into place.

He was the prince, that’s why he only visited once a week, why money wasn’t a problem, and how he knew as much as he did.

In the castle, honestly, Donghan wasn’t having any of it. 

He refused every girl the king presented to him, either she was too tall or too short or too blonde or too brunette or too pale or too tan, he wanted one person and would rather die alone than be betrothed to someone that isn’t them.

He honestly would rather step down and renounce all his claims to the throne, than marry any of these girls his father thought were perfect.

...

Two months passed before you saw him again, well him and his guard.

“So you’re the prince.” You simply said, refusing to face him, instead simply reviewing your sign in book knowing if you looked at him, you’d give in.

It hurt Donghan when you refused to look at him, he felt horrible for what happened, and honestly didn’t know how to fix it. “What did you expect me to do, tell you, you would have treated me totally and completely different.”

“Maybe so, but I would have preferred to hear the truth from you, rather than some traveling merchant who heard that the king was getting all the most affluent men in town to offer their daughters to you, in hope that you would marry one of them” You ranted.

Donghan sighed before he placed his hand under your chin, raising your face to look at him. “I refused them all, I don’t want them, I only want you.”

“And is that what you tell all the other little commoner girls, that you want only them, that you care for them. Did you lead all the other ones on like that, make them think you care, then leave, before returning.” You said, moving your head from his touch, getting up and turning to enter your office.

He followed you, pushing the door open as you tried to close it, and then closing it behind him. “I don’t do that to anyone, and I want you only you, what more do I have to do for you to understand it. Do you want money, riches, I can give you it all, just trust me.” 

“Usually when someone says trust me, it makes me inclined not to trust them.” You said, turning from him. “And I don’t want money or riches or any of that, I want someone that cares for me, not someone that thinks I’m so vapid as to only way materialistic things.”

He knew you wouldn’t be appealed to these things, but he didn’t know what else to do, how else to prove it to you. “I’ll do anything.” He started, grabbing your hand and pulling you to face him. “Anything, I want you and only you.”

...

You should have known you’d go through a lot of stuff when you told him you liked him also. 

Getting the king and queen’s approval, going through all this stuff to prove you are worthy of their son, and all of that stuff.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were wed, his parents weren’t happy about it, but with his threats to abandon the throne if they didn’t allow him to marry you, they didn’t bother to argue against it, because it was like let him marry you or his younger brother that still thinks farting is funny would take the throne.

To them Donghan marrying you was the lesser of two evils.

Marrying Donghan brought all the childlike dreams you had, of marrying a prince and living happily ever after.

Yet, happily ever afters don’t happen in real life though.

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The morning of his coronation, something felt off, you wanted to plead with Donghan to postpone the coronation, but you knew he wouldn’t be allowed to do that.

He wanted to get it over with, so who were you to attempt to deprive him of it.

He just wanted to take the throne, make you the queen he said you deserve to be, and start a family, like any person would.

Nearing the time of the coronation, you told Taehyun of your feelings, he was no longer just Donghan’s guard, but also yours.

He told you not to worry, it was just nerves, just nerves.

You dropped the issue, just accepting what he said and trying to forget it, but you couldn’t.

“I honestly don’t feel good about this.” You told Donghan, only moments before his coronation was to start, yet he didn’t seem concerned.

Donghan pulled you close, hugging you momentarily. “Babe, you’re just nervous, you’ve never been presented to the country like this, it’s just your nerves.”

He just brushed off your concerns, labeling it as nerves once more, but you knew it wasn’t, it couldn’t be just nerves.

And as you thought, you were right, it wasn’t just nerves.

You stood by his side, as the king placed the crown on his head, but the crown didn’t stay there.

As the crown made contact with Donghan’s black hair, there was a loud popping sound, a gunshot, followed by screams and yells.

Through the screams and yells, you heard a grunt, from the man standing next to you, he was hit, Donghan had been hit.

Dropping to the ground, the red fluid pouring from the wound soaking his shirt and starting to pour onto your clothing, as you started to freak out.

The king, your husband, the love of your life, was laying on the ground bleeding to death. 

The guards chased after the man with the gun, as the queen and king started yelling for a doctor or anyone that could help. 

You started crying as you felt a hand come up, cupping your cheek. 

“I love you.” Donghan muttered, just before you were pulled away from him.

His sister pulled you away from him, so the doctors could get to him, yet it was too late.

While you cried in her arms, the doctors tried all they could to no avail.

Only minutes later, you watched unable to do anything as all the life drained from his face.

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Boyfriend!Donghan

Look cool, isn’t.

He’s a tol shy bean.

Probably tried to compliment you when he tried to ask you, but it came out a jumbled mess, but luckily you could decypher mess and told him thank you and to pick you up at seven.

He was shocked you understood him, and that he had to pick you up at seven and he had nothing planned and he was freaking out mentally as you walked away.

Luckily he had his wingmen to help him out, but unluckily those wingmen can’t cook and instead just buy McDonalds and put it in a picnic basket because it taste fancy out of a picnic basket.

He wasn’t even planning on a picnic, but now he is because he has nothing else planned and they just gave him a picnic basket and blankets.

It gets to be like six thirty and he’s planning to leave, but realizes he didn’t ask for your address and he thinks it’s ruined, but you’re one step ahead and send one of his wingmen the place to pick you up and then they send him your address.

One of his wingmen friends probably told you what he was planning before hand, so you knew what he was trying to ask you, and you weren’t mad about it because you did find him really cute.

When the picnic goes well, and the dates after go well, he thinks he’s some sort of casanova because he got such a beautiful person like you.

He probably called his mom before and after each date to get advice, and probably still calls her.

After four or five dates, he’d finally ask you to be his girlfriend, which you said yes, like of course you did.

You’ve been dating like 2 weeks but people comment that you act like you’ve been married ten years, you’re just so comfortable around each other.

Claims he is not a big fan of skinship, but he actually is a huge fan of skinship.

Rarely starts it though, he’ll pout until you start it and then he’s like “Well if you wanna cuddle so badly I guess there isn’t anything I can do about that except cuddle you.”

And you’re just like yeah, but you know damn well what he’s doing, but it doesn’t bother you.

He’d want to call you a nickname, but is too shy too, until later on in the relationship when he starts calling you stuff like kitten, baby girl, and his personal favorite princess.

He constantly has his lips on your skin, your lips, just somewhere when you are alone.

In public to start with he’ll nope out and will just hold your hand, after you tell him to hold your hand.

But in private, it’s another story, the kisses never stop. If his lips aren’t on your lips, they are on your shoulders or neck.

A simple peck goes from sweet to steamy in .2 seconds, like this damn boy needs to chill, and before you know it his hands are under your shirt and he’s covering your neck in hickeys.

Covers your shoulders and neck in hickeys without a second thought, but he’ll always help you cover them, either with his scarf or your makeup.

He smugly smirks when helping you cover them, and constantly whispers in your ear telling you he could give you them to you in places that you don’t have to cover them up, since they are places only he gets to see.

He goes from blushing to pinning you against the wall kissing you in .5 seconds flat, like he goes from 1 to 100 real quick.

He’s very affectionate, like really really really almost too affectionate honestly.

Claims he likes hugs and cuddles more than kisses, but also claims they go hand in hand and he can’t live without both.

When you two are watching a movie or tv, he isn’t even watching it, he’s just snuggling into your neck the whole time.

Constantly giving you backhugs for no reason, probably creeping up behind you and hugging you and scaring you.

Has his hand on your thigh constantly, even in public.

Constantly has to be touching you, or he swears he’s minutes from death.

Probably teases you because he’s a cheeky little shit, and then acts like nothing happened.

Would do shit like grabbing your ass when you were at home, and then deny it, but you’re like I know you did it, and he just smirks.

Constantly smirks and does stuff like that.

If you are older than him, don’t expect him to call you noona, he ain’t gonna ever. But if you are younger than him, he probably wouldn’t be like demanding you to call him oppa, but if you do call him that one day make sure he’s not eating or drinking anything since he’s gonna choke and start coughing, then ask you to call him that more often.

If he was your first kiss, he’ll act like a cocky little shit, until his friends let it drop you were his first kiss too and then he’s reverted back to blushy and shy.

Will dance for you, but gets very blushy when you compliment him, but on the inside he’s like ‘compliments disgusting, give me more’.

He’d ruffle your hair, and if you started pouting he’d just laugh and ruffle it more.

All about couple outfits, but like subtle ones, he ain’t going all out in head to toe matching outfits, but coordinated outfits yes.

Probably says your fashion sense isn’t as good as his, so he’ll pick out outfits for you to wear, but really he just wanted to match your coat to the coat he was gonna wear the next day.

He won’t mind letting you borrow his jacket or sweater, but he specifically won’t let you borrow his button up shirts because he has no chill and he knows it won’t stay on long if you are wearing it and he would have to explain why all the buttons are ripped off.

Loves seeing you wear his big sweaters since you look so cute with your sweater paws, and to him you look like a damn angel.

He’d wear suits when you go out and all you can think about when he’s wearing them is the amount of disrespect you are receiving right now.

He wouldn’t even plan them dates ahead of time with you, he’d text you at like 5pm and be like we’re leaving at 7pm get ready, but then he gets there are 6pm and you aren’t even half-way ready.

He would take you shopping, and probably just ask you to try on lingerie or try to get your size and say he’ll buy some himself.

He might be a cocky little shit, but under all of it, he’s a gentleman, and he’d never do anything that would hurt you or put you in a really bad position.

Hella cheesy, you’ve been dating months and he’s still using those pick up lines he had thought to use as a way to ask you out on you.

A good 90% of them are dirty and make you blush and hide your face, but he loves watching you react like that.

If you go out to eat, he steals food off your plate, and then is like babe you probably ate that I didn’t steal it, but you know he did.

Fights wouldn’t happen often, and if they did it would be over something petty like him eating your last cookie or you cheating at Mario Kart.

They would resolve themselves, but when they didn’t and he got really mad, he’d probably leave and stay away for a few days wanting to clear his mind so he doesn’t say anything he’ll regret.

Yet, if you were mad at him and ignoring him, he’d just find you angry hella cute.

He’d squish your cheeks while laughing and get really pouty about you ignoring him.

Stares at you constantly, while probably saying something about wanting to take you to the museum but signs say not to touch the masterpieces yet someone has to nail the works of art to the walls.

Lowkey has a folder of random candid photos he took of you at random times, like he could be a paparazzi with his skills.

Loves sleeping with you in his arms, like arms tightly wrapped around your waist and you laying on his chest.

Probably begs you to watch him do something, like b-boying, but fails and hurt himself and you’re just like you idiot.

He’d beg you to take care of him when he’s sick or injured, and you will until he suggest for you to wear a naughty little nurse’s costume and then you’re like nope you can handle yourself.

If he was really sick, he’d claim his only cure is your cuddles, cuddles which he won’t get because you don’t wanna get sick also, since if you’re sick who is gonna take care of his sick ass.

Won’t help you clean or do any chores, he’ll just cling to you trying to talk you into coming to the sofa and cuddling with him.

Probably also watches as you do chores, randomly stealing kisses from you which probably turn into a full blown makeout session in the kitchen when you are trying to clean the counter.

He’ll purposely put things on the top shelf so you have to ask him for help.

He’d be full of cheesy and horribly pick up lines, but he’s also sweet and loving, and you love everything about him.

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Single Father!Donghan

Donghan had always been one to fall easily, maybe that is why when Eunbi smiled her sweet smile at him, he found himself unable to turn her down.

He should have turned her down, yet, he found himself unable to, and his inability to reject her soon came back to hurt him.

They had only been together a month when Eunbi told him she was pregnant. She was pregnant.

It couldn’t be his and he knew it, he told her to go to her baby’s father but he was too late.

She had told his parents that she was pregnant and they had told him to take responsibility.

It wasn’t his child, but here he was with no choice but to take responsibility.

Eunbi knew what she was doing, she knew her real boyfriend wouldn’t take care of the child, so why not just pawn it off on the first guy she saw that she felt wouldn’t reject her.

It was horrible of her to do it, but here she was six months pregnant convincing this poor idiot it was his child.

Well, he wasn’t really a poor idiot but thanks to the fact his parents loved her, he had no choice but to take the child.

It wasn’t that hard for her to manipulate his parents into believing every word she said.

She claimed he had hooked up with her months prior, then when she found out that she was pregnant she started dating him, before dropping the news on him that she was pregnant.

Lies was all it was, but of course his parents believed the heartbroken pregnant woman that claimed their son rejected her once finding out he got her pregnant more than they would their own son.

Six months turned to seven, seven to eight, and then she was nine months along and giving birth.

The child was children, twins to be exact.

Eunbi didn’t stay long enough to see the children or name them after she gave birth.

While the babies were being cleaned to be placed in the nursery and Donghan was out of the room, she simply just left, leaving the children for Donghan to deal with.

No one was more shocked than his parents to find out the truth, when they arrived at the hospital to see Eunbi gone and Donghan sitting alone in the hospital room with the children.

It didn’t help that Eunbi had used a fake name and that there was no was to trace her due to it.

Donghan was left with a choice, give the children up for adoption or take them in himself.

His parents still felt horrible about believing this random girl so easily, so they offered to take the children in themselves; yet, he told them no, still angered that they hadn’t believed him to start with.

He wanted to give them up, to just let someone that wants children more have them; however, from the first moment the baby boy wrapped his little fingers around Donghan’s finger, he found himself unable to give the children up.

The small children quickly became his life and he named them Minhyuk and Mina.

He could barely handle adulting when it was just himself, let alone adulting with two children.

Luckily his parents were there to help whenever he found himself unable to handle caring for the children, or just to watch them when he had work or something.

He was getting overwhelmed and his parents knew it, that’s why they hired you.

You loved working with children, you always wanted to be a pediatrician or a teacher, but being unable to pay for college left you unable to do it.

That’s how you ended up doing this, being a nanny.

You found it odd when you got a call from her, Donghan’s mother that is, she told you about her son that had twins and needed help since while he would allow them to help some, he wouldn’t allow them as much as they wanted to help.

It was odd what they told you, their son was 19 and had three month old twins, his ex-girlfriend was pregnant and left after giving birth leaving him with the children.

But you had to admit, it wasn’t the oddest story you had heard, especially considering how the last family you were a nanny for was somewhat of a sister-wives situation where one of the wives died leaving the other to care for the seven children.

The family was nice, you enjoyed working with them, but as one of the children had turned fifteen and they could just help with the younger children, so your help was no longer needed.

You hadn’t had a job in a few weeks and the little bit of money you had saved up was getting low, and you didn’t know when your next offer might come, so you quickly accepted the job offer.

It was weird when you first meet him, he didn’t know his parents had hired a nanny to help him and he was going to tell you he was sorry but he had no need for a nanny.

Just as he was about to tell you he didn’t need your help, Minhyuk started crying, then soon after Mina started crying.

It’s hard to get one baby to stop crying, but even harder to get two babies to stop crying.

You watched as he rushed into the room the babies were in and followed him.

Watching as he tried to calm Minhyuk down, you grabbed Mina, quickly getting the child quiet and placing her back in the crib.

Donghan was shocked as he watched you get Mina calmed down and back to sleep, before he could even get Minhyuk to slightly calm down.

He let you take Minhyuk, watching as you soothed the child and got him to go back to sleep, as he did he just thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a nanny.

He let you keep the job, and every day he was amazed at how easily you worked with the children, how quickly you could take things from a level five tantrum to a level zero sleep.

He tried to tell himself that he was just overthinking things, however he felt himself getting feelings for you that he couldn’t explain.

He even found himself wishing the children were yours instead of Eunbi’s.

You had gotten to know Donghan the longer you worked for him, how he had gotten stuck with the twins, you even found yourself hating Eunbi for tricking him he way she did.

The longer you worked for him, you found yourself moving in with him.

A live in nanny he claimed, saying it would be better for you to be there all the time to help care for the children, and he wasn’t making you pay rent or utilities or anything so you had no reason to say no.

Donghan used the live in nanny job, as a way to get closer to you, since he wasn’t gonna just ask you out, like just no.

He enjoyed spending time with you, but he also knew the likelihood of you being willing to date a guy with two children that you were the nanny for was a low chance.

But honestly, you liked him, you wanted him to ask you out, but he only seemed to see you as a nanny.

You both continued getting closer, caring for the children, while both denying that fact you like each other.

You also grew quite close to his parents while working as a nanny, well close to his mother at least.

Donghan might be a fool, but his momma wasn’t, she could tell what was going on, she knew you both liked each other.

Donghan was convincing himself he didn’t like you when his mother told him to stop being an idiot and just ask you out.

At first he was like what, ask them out, what are you drunk.

But then he was like yes mom, I’ll finally do it, okay.

You were shocked when he finally asked you out, like you didn’t expect that.

But you said yes, you had fallen for him too far to be able to say no.

Before long you weren’t a nanny anymore, but instead his girlfriend.

When you made it official he made jokes about not having to pay you any longer since your were his girlfriend now and that would be weird.

But honestly, it wasn’t about the money for you any longer, since you had fallen in love with him and loved his children.

It would be him that calls you their mother first, you were rocking Mina and Minhyuk and he couldn’t stop himself from saying “The twins looked adorable sleeping in their mother’s arms.”

Then he was like ‘wait, shit, did I just say that’, and started going through his mind thinking of ways to say he didn’t mean mother’s arms.

But you didn’t care, just nodding as you stood up, putting the babies in their cribs before going over and kissing him.

“Do you really think of me as their mother?” You asked him later, once he no longer looked like he was in panic mode.

All he could do is nod and stare at the wall embarrassed.

But it didn’t bother you, you were happy to be the one thing he wished for, someone he loved that loved him and his children in return.

He had started not knowing what he was going to do and how he was going to care for these children he hadn’t wanted to start, hating Eunbi and how easily she manipulated his parents into believing her. But in the end he had so much more than he could have imagined; two children he wouldn’t give up for anything, and most of all, you.

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Husband!Donghan

Self promo time, go read Boyfriend!Donghan and Single Father!Donghan.

When he proposed to you, it was because both his friends and his mom were like boy you better put a ring on it before you lose her.

He’d like you so he put a ring on it, well you said yes and allowed the ring to be put on it.

The ring was literally this ring he saw you say was pretty one day, he was buying you a necklace for your birthday and he saw you comment on this ring and he was that’s it, that’s the ring.

Your wedding was simply and elegant, tbh Donghan just linked that pinterest board you didn’t think he knew about to the wedding planner.

On your wedding day he was more nervous than he had ever been for anything before in his life.

People talk about brides getting cold feet, well your feet were toasty warm but his were just lukewarm and he was seriously considering ditching.

He almost did too, until his dad was like you are going to walk down that aisle and say some romantic shit and then say I do or are you not man enough to do that.

Then he was like yes, I’m man enough, and it was like a challenge his father had given him and he didn’t notice he had forgotten his cold feet until the person officiating the wedding said “I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Then it hit him what he had done, he was married to you, you were his wife.

He was caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t kiss you, and then he remembered it and was like shit I need to kiss her.

The kiss, the first kiss as his wife was amazing, and had it not been for the groomsmen that started cat calling, it would have lasted longer.

A good 75% of your reception after the wedding, you two were hidden behind a fake flower wall hiding from everyone and making out.

Everyone acted like they didn’t know you were there, but they knew, they just feared walking back there and seeing something they didn’t want to see.

The wedding was elegant and classy, but your reception was extra as hell, like you just gave the reigns over to your future mother-in-law and she went wild. WILD.

Like imagine flowers everywhere, an ice sculpture of you two, and like a five tier cake.

That’s the choices your mother-in-law made.

After the very luxurious reception, you and Donghan left for your honeymoon.

Donghan planned it, which you regret letting him plan anything since usually whatever he plans ends horribly, but he was determined to prove you wrong.

You wanted to go to Aruba, but he misheard Aruba as arugula and was like wtf she wants to go to an arugula farm, okay this is what she wants.

So he booked a flight to a country that has these big arugula farms, but then he was bragging about how well his plan was going to his mom and she found out he was taking you to an arugula farm instead of Aruba.

She was like “my son, I love you, but you are an idiot”, and took over planning herself after telling Donghan Aruba and arugula are different things.

Sadly by the time Donghan decided to brag it was like 2 weeks before the wedding and the best his mom could do was Iceland since literally every other place was booked up, but it was better than the farm Donghan was going to take you to.

When you get there, it isn’t Aruba but it’s lovely and you are happy you let him plan this, and of course he is basking in pride and doesn’t tell you his mother planned it, but you know his mom planned it since she told you about the arugula field, yet you let him have his moment.

This dumbass swears he has to carry you across the threshold into the place you are staying, you don’t trust him, but you let him since you are like what’s the worse that could happen.

Well, the worse that could happen was that he manages to slam your head against the door frame while trying to carry you over the threshold.

The first ten minutes of married life alone consist of you glaring at him while he holds a bag of ice he got against the red mark forming on your head.

You haven’t even been married a full day and you are already wondering if you can annul this marriage.

You wouldn’t of course, you love him too much to do that.

Your wedding nights ends up being spent laying on his chest as he holds ice against your head, telling you not to go to sleep since you might have a concussion and if you go to sleep you might not wake up, and he doesn’t want his wife to die the first day of marriage.

You don’t have a concussion, it’s just a bump, but he refuses to accept your answer and keeps you awake all night, well until he falls asleep, then you fall asleep also.

The rest of your honeymoon goes amazingly, he doesn’t slam your head against the door frame anymore, and he’s became a lot more careful when carrying you.

He won’t admit it, but after you hit your head the first night, he seriously feared the love of his life dying from something he did and he went from careless to extra careful.

When you return home, the honeymoon phase won’t wear off easily, you two probably will have been married like three years and people comment it is still like you are both in the honeymoon phase still.

When you two move into your own house, you quickly learn he’s only good for carrying boxes around because the moment he starts helping unpacking, he’s searching through the boxes trying to find a certain thing that he won’t say what it is.

He’s looking for your clothing so he can find your lingerie and ask you to wear it.

He probably finds it and asks you to wear it, but you tell him no and tell him to keep unpacking, he gets all pouty then is like “fine i’ll just unpack all your underwear then”, and you’re like no and he’s never seen you run so fast to take the box from him.

He starts thinking you could win the Olympics if he did something like this there and he lowkey starts thinking of how to enter you since how awesome would it be to say your wife had a gold medal from the Olympics.

Donghan would probably bring up children first, tbh he just wants a reason to have you in bed, like someone calm him down.

But you are like no, we can get a puppy instead, and he’s like but that’s not the kind of exercise I wanted.

But he’s a man and his wife wanted a puppy and so he got a goddamn puppy.

He probably ends up getting the fluffiest dog at the pound, like is this a dog or five pounds of stuffing from a teddy bear, the world may never know.

You tell him he can name it, but he probably wants to name it something stupid like King Tyrese the fifth of Bananamore, and you are like no it’s name is Fluffy.

If you pay the dog more attention than you pay him, you better expect a jealous pouty Donghan.

“You love that dog more than you love me, I’m second best to a chihuahua.”

“You’re not second best to a chihuahua.”

“You mean that princess.”

“Yeah babe, you’re second best to a corgi not a chihuahua.”

He probably tries to be romantic and make you breakfast, but he burns something and sets off the fire alarm and wakes you up, and from then on he just runs over to the convenience store and grabs some muffins he tries to claim he cooked.

You usually just end up making breakfast since he’s hopeless, he’ll offer to help but you usually just tell him no.

You know if he helps you nothing will get cooked and instead you’ll end up making out in the middle of the kitchen, because he can’t control himself and everything ends that way.

You won’t mind until he suggest having sex on the kitchen table and you are just like, “you nasty we eat there.”

He isn’t any help during dinner or lunch either, if you ask him to do something, he’ll do it but then start kissing your neck trying to distract and it’s like “your food is gonna get burnt” and he’s like “I don’t care we can get take out” and you’re just like “not if I knock you out first” and he is like “okay” and leaves you alone to cook.

He’d purposely put his sweaters in your closet so you wear them, then he’d be like “is that my sweater, why are you wearing my sweater” and you’re like “then quit putting them in my closet”, but he loves seeing you wear them, that’s why he does it.

Chores don’t get done with him in the house, he just follows behind you taking everything you are trying to clean with and putting them on a high shelf saying he’ll get them down when you kiss him, when you do he gives it to you before doing it again in five minutes.

He cuddle you so tight at night, you can’t breath and you swear you’ve seen your life flash before your eyes once because of how tight he was holding you.

He’d be that husband that kisses you every single morning when he wakes up before work and every single night when he comes home.

He randomly kisses you constantly, like you’ll be trying to decide black eyeliner or brown eyeliner and he comes up and kisses you and smudges your lipstick and you’re just like shit he ruined my makeup.

Then he would say you look beautiful without makeup and he doesn’t see why you wear it, then you tell him you know you look beautiful and you wear it for your damn self.

He’d randomly grab your ass, but if you ever retaliate he’s in shock, like did you my wife just grab my ass, how dare you.

He’d just be able to tell when you a bad day, he’d probably do something sweet like give you a massage or prepare a bubble bath, but then he’s like “kitten you know what I’m thinking” but you’re just like “you try and you might die” and he is like “okay” and leaves you alone.

He calls you wife, wifey, babe, baby, baby girl, but most of all his favorites kitten and princess.

All arguments are petty arguments over petty things, like Donghan stealing that cookie from the cookie jar you called dibs on, or him moving the jar to the highest shelf so you can’t reach it.

He’s not one for planning but you constantly remind him of things, so stuff like anniversaries, birthdays, and Valentine’s Day are planned out a while in advance because you are always reminding him.

You probably keep everything organized with spreadsheets, and are like “look at this, this is a spreadsheet, pay attention to this and the dates here they are important.”

You probably walk around in his button up shirts when he’s not home since he says you shouldn’t wear them, but he comes home early one day and his white and blue striped button up now has no buttons and you understand why he said you can’t wear them.

You still wear them though just because he hasn’t bothered to put them on the shelf in the closet you can’t reach so that means something.

When you go out it’s like aw look at the cute couple since you are usually wearing one of his sweaters that is way way too big for you, and you are holding hands and he’s reluctant to let go of your hand since he’s like “someone might try to steal you away” and it’s adorable as hell like let’s be real.

Expect constantly backhugs, like his need to constantly hug you wouldn’t have faded from when you were dating.

He’d still tease you constantly.

He’d just walk up to you when you get out of the bedroom or leave the kitchen or something and just push you against the wall and kiss you then walk away, and you are like wtf was that for.

Probably constantly picks you up and puts your back against the wall and kisses you because he has to be dominant, and also the height difference hurts his back when he has to lean down constantly to kiss you.

Some things just don’t change from dating him like him having his hand on your thigh in public, him being more focused on marking your neck than the movie, and being affectionate as hell.

He’d still cover your neck in hickeys and whenever you remind him you are adults and that having visible hickeys isn’t appropriate, he’s just like “fine I’ll give them to you in places that aren’t visible then”.

Fights still wouldn’t happen, he would live by the saying don’t go to bed angry, and if a fight did happen you would sit together and talk it out until it was no longer an issue.

He’d do something romantic like put together a photo album of photos he had taken of you from the first day you two officially said you were dating.

Probably like five or six photo albums, and he’d give them to you for your birthday and he wrote little notes about each photo and wrote reasons he loved you and decorated it himself.

Like you just got married and he already set the bar really high for birthday gifts.

But it would honestly be the cutest thing ever, and he’d organize everything in chronological order and it would be like learning what he felt from the time you met to the time you wed.

As you two got older, you’d finally decide that maybe it was time to have children.

No one was more excited than Donghan for obvious reasons.

Like a month or two after you both decided to try to start a family, he’d probably come home with some big dogs like a golden retriever or a husky since he knows your tiny little corgi can’t protect a child from really anything.

He’d be like “babe how much do you like dogs” and you’d be like “a lot, why” and he’d be like “surprise” and then let in these two little puppies and then be like “I adopted them”.

You’d be like no to start with, but then they look at you pitifully and start playing with their big sister and you’re just like shit I can’t say no, and you now have three dogs.

He lowkey wanted big dogs for protection, and also because he was like “our child can ride it like a horse” and you’re just like “you idiot that’s not what dogs are for”.

You now have a husky, a golden retriever, and a corgi; but that isn’t enough, since literally a week later you find out that you are expecting.

No one is more excited than Donghan, in two days everyone you know knew you were pregnant, in three days the queen of England probably knew since he talked about it so much.

He would be the definition of attentative, like you say you stomach slightly hurts and he’s like “baby come on, get off your feet, here sit down, let me give you a massage, you shouldn’t be standing for so long, you are pregnant princess” and you’re just like “I’m like two months pregnant, not nine”.

He’d be at every single doctor appointment, he’d be that father with his face practically pressed against the ultrasound machine just repeating that’s my baby under his breath.

You’d be four months along and he already has the crib built and the nursery painted light grey since it’s gender neutral and you decided to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender.

He found such joy in building the crib and all the things for the room, he was doing it for his child, and he was so ready, the nursery was ready for their baby.

But of course there was another twist, at your four month ultrasound they saw something odd, a second little bump in the ultrasound.

One baby turned out to be two, and excited father to be Donghan turned into stressed father to be Donghan.

He could handle one, but two, how could he handle two.

Donghan was that father that read all the parenting books, attended those mother to be classes with you, and had a list of questions he planned to ask your doctor the next time he saw her.

When you were seven months he started packing your hospital bag, you kept telling him to calm down, but he was like “no I’m never prepared and I swear I’m going to be prepared for our child”.

Not surprisingly he wasn’t, when you did go into labor you were at his mother’s house enjoying a nice dinner and he was freaking out and preparedness was gone.

The whole time his mom was calming you down telling you to breath and everything, Donghan was freaking out and his father was one minute from slapping his son.

When they got you to the hospital, it was just in time since these babies weren’t waiting.

You two had a son and a daughter, and Donghan had an arsenal of dad jokes prepared his father told him while waiting for the doctors to allow him in the room to see you.

And as you held the children, as Donghan walked into the room, you let him take both.

“This is your son and daughter.”

“Hello your son and daughter, this is dad.”

Bad dad jokes constantly, he’s just not good at them, like where is he finding these jokes since they don’t make sense and aren’t funny.

He’d be the most protective father ever, like no one can look at your children, they can see a photo and that’s it, only you and him get to bask in the beauty that is your offspring.

He probably brags to everyone that it’s unfair how two such beautiful people created two such beautiful children, like it’s unfair to the rest of the world.

“The universal balance was offset by the birth of our beautiful children, Yebin and Yeol, a balance that is hard to restore..”

And you are just like “quit your damn monologue and get in here and help me with these diapers.”

And he disappears like that one meme where the person gradually fades and you are just like where is he, but he’s gone, like you are on your own.

He’d be there for all the good things and probably be the one bathing the children, but the moment you ask him to change diapers or clean up vomit he’s outta there.

It takes a lot of complaining and whining to get him to change diapers and stuff, but he does it, eventually.

You’d be like no more children, we have two and he’s be like okay, but things don’t go as planned and you find yourself pregnant again.

It’s a single baby this time, luckily you, you couldn’t handle two sets of twins.

It’s a girl that you name her Yerin, Donghan is even more involved with her than he was with the twins.

After her you are just like no, no more children, no.

Donghan agrees, despite his original fantasy of having five or six, three is enough and he’s perfectly fine with it.

Your family might not look perfect to others, but it was perfect to you.

Donghan would be a mess, but he’d be your mess, and the perfect husband to you.

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All’s Fair In Love & War {1}

A/N: natty’s back at it again with the “i am trash for kim donghan” fics~~~ So yeah, a chaptered fic for the rudest yet cutest boy ik. Also tagging @smols-n-tols bc they heard this idea from me first!

Pairing: JBJ’s Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst, fratboy!donghan, more things to come~

Word Count: Roughly 2k

Parts: 1 / 2

An A on your paper. A stupid bet spurred by anger. And an especially annoying frat boy who goes by the name of Kim Donghan. Who knew such things would lead you to such a mess?

College was always something you had thought about growing up. Ever since your sophomore year of high school you knew you wanted to travel around the world while writing, so when you got the acceptance letter from Lawrence Sarah College in the mail, you were ecstatic. However, your parents were less than thrilled. “How can you go to an all girls’ college? How are you going to get a normal college experience surround by all girls?” your mom asked, concerned, over dinner one night.

“If I wish to graduate college with honors and a journalism major with a minor in linguistics, work for some of the top newspapers in the country, and then build up my resume to be able to go freelance by the age of 28, I can’t afford to have a ‘normal’ college experience,” you replied matter-of-factly, not even looking up from you dinner plate.

“College isn’t just about getting a degree, kiddo,” your dad asked, “It’s about finding who you are, what you want to be. Plus, can’t you just go to the State University? They have a strong journalism program, right?”

“Dad, I already know who I am and what I want to be, and going to Lawrence Sarah is going to help me with that. Plus, in the journalism world, a degree from Lawrence Sarah carries way much more weight than State.”

Your parents shared worried glances. “Whatever, you say, kiddo. We’ll trust you to make the decision that’s best for you.”

That was two years ago. You were now a sophomore at Lawrence Sarah, and you were thriving. The intensive coursework kept you on your toes and away from distractions such as socials and parties. You stayed within your dorm room or the library constantly studying and constantly writing; that’s how you were able to maintain your spotless GPA for the past two years.

“Prof, can I talk to you about our paper?” you asked one day after class.

“Of course, Y/N, go ahead,” he said, looking up from his desk.

“I just wanted to run a couple ideas by you for the article we’re expected to write, since it is 80% of our grade,” you said, eyeing your professor nervously. Once he motioned for you to continue, you began to speak. “I was thinking of doing more research into the negative effect of-”

“No,” your professor clipped, returning his attention back to the papers on his desk.

“Well, what about the systematic-”

“No.”

“And why not?”

He looked up at you through his glasses. “Y/N, you’re an extremely bright student, but as of now, all of your topics don’t pertain to you.”

“What do you mean? These are things I feel very strongly-”

“You can feel as strongly as you want, but through this paper, I want to learn something about you as a person too, Y/N. Be informative, be personable, be something different. Because, Y/N, I know you can write well about the negative effects of enforced gender roles and expectations on children. I know you can write well about the growing population of people identifying as queer and what that means to them. But I want this article to be something about you. You’re a college student after all. There has to be something you can think of.”

“Well what about,” you paused, pondering over your lackluster knowledge of college life. Suddenly you remembered your friend mentioning something about the State University’s frat. “Well, what about I write an exposé on fraternity mentality and their influence on college life?” you offered, “I can interview a couple of the fraternities at State, and I can even talk to their school’s director on the influences of the Greek system, maybe even pull up a couple statistics?” you looked at your professor expectantly.

“And how does this pertain to you?”

“We’re right next door to State. A lot of my classmates are affected by the fraternities there, so it’d be good for me to write something to inform them of exactly what they’re getting into when the boys of Epsilon Beta come over to our campus to invite impressionable freshmen to their parties.”

He leaned back in his seat, and a pensive look overcame his features. “Hm, your perspective on the whole thing would add a nice twist,” he paused, “I guess, you’ll just have to write it and convince me it’s worthy.”

“A fraternity? You’re doing an exposé on a fraternity?” Yebin asked, choking on her lowfat yogurt. You crinkled your nose at her sparse lunch and took another bite into your burger.

“I blanked okay! He shot down all my other idea, so I kinda just blurted that one out,” your words thinned out at the end of your sentence.

“And how exactly are you going to get someone from a frat to agree to this? You’re exposing them for the purpose of an A. I see no benefits here.”

You shrugged, “I’ll just say it’s an article highlighting the positive effects of fraternities within a college community. The actual dirt I pull will be through my own observations at frat events and statistics I find.” You finished your burger and leaned forward in your seat. “Anyways, Yebin, can you get me into a frat party?” She almost sprayed mineral water over you.

“You? A frat party? Jesus Christ, Y/N, you’re seriously dedicated to this aren’t you?”

“It’s 80% of my grade, of course I’m dedicated.”

She roller her eyes at your reply. “Well,” she leaned in also, dropping her voice to a whisper, “I’m seeing this guy from Epsilon Beta, so I think I can get us into their next party.”

“Of course, how could I expect anything less from you,” you said jokingly, knowing extremely well your best friend’s reputation. “So, when’s the party?”

“Tomorrow.”

You leaned back into your chair in shock. “Tomorrow? It’s a Tuesday night! I have classes Wednesday.”

Yebin shrugged. “That’s just how Epsilon Beta works. You asked me to get you into a party, and that’s the one I can get you in.”

You groaned. “Fine, what do I wear?”

“Well, have anything that goes above your knees?”

You tugged at your skirt and the hem of your crop top uncomfortably. “It’s the middle of October. Why the hell am I wearing a crop top?” you asked, teeth chattering.

“Because you look hot, and if you want to get any frat boy’s attention, that’s the way to do it,” Yebin replied nonchalantly as the two of you walked up to the house. The bass was already reverberating through you, and the stench of mischief filled the air. You eyed the boy standing at the door warily as Yebin threw an arm around his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Sanggyun, it’s so good to see you!” she squealed. He grimaced.

“Save your flirting for Taehyun. It’s bad enough he put me on door duty, now I have to deal with kiss-ups like you trying to get in.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You know full well Taehyun hates it when I squeal. He says it ruins the mood,” she said this with a pout. “Anyways, what did you do to earn such a duty?”

Sanggyun smiled proudly, “Well, Donghan and I got onto Taehyun’s laptop and uploaded this code that opened your last tab on full volume the next time you turned on your laptop, and well, it’s his own fault the last tab he had opened was a really bad porno. Really, no tact at all, everyone knows to use incognito mode for that shit.”

“And how’d he know it was you?” you piped up from behind Yebin.

Sanggyun’s eyes widened when he realized you were there, but he continued on with his story, “We’re the only two CS majors in the entire frat, so through process of elimination, he figured it was us.”

“Riveting,” Yebin deadpanned, “anyways, can you be a kind soul and let us into the party?”

Sanggyun eyed you carefully, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt anyone if I let your friend in. She���s not like, going to break shit right? Last time we let someone’s friend in, they caught Hyunbin’s mattress on fire.”

“I promise I’m not a pyromaniac,” you swore.

He shrugged, “Good enough for me. Enjoy the party, ladies.”

Yebin had long ditched you at this point for her current fling, so you found yourself alone, back pressed against the wall as you scrolled through your phone. You honestly had no clue on how to conduct yourself here. You were never fond of dancing or alcohol, so you were at  a complete loss as to how to approach any of the boys.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” someone asked. You looked up to find a boy towering over you. His black hair was tousled slightly, and his fitted white tee and tight black pants gave room for little imagination. He wore a smirk as he looked down at you, obviously confident with the idea of you throwing yourself at him instantly.

“Trying to avoid people like you,” you said icily.

“Hm, usually not the response I get, but you’re pretty cute, so I’ll let it slide. Name’s Donghan by the way,” he said. His back was now pressed against the wall; the two of you standing there side by side, watching the crowd.

“Well, I’m Y/N,” you replied.

“Hm, Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.”

“I’m from Lawrence Sarah.” You scooted a bit to the left, trying to create some distance between you two.

“Lawrence Sarah? The home of lesbians and sluts?” he asked, also scooting to the left.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call it that. It’s completely degrading to the girls attending the university.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Look, one of the only other girl from Lawrence Sarah here is currently in one of the upstairs’ bedroom blowing our president,” he replied crassly.

Your ears felt hot. “Well, it’s still rude to only widdle her down to the word ‘slut.’ She’s extremely bright, and she’s on her way to being a member of the national women’s soccer team,” you huffed out. You crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

“Let me guess, she’s your best friend?” You gave the answer away once you turned away from him. “Look, babe, didn’t mean to offend, but considering the only thing I know about her is that she’s blown almost every single guy on Greek row, it’s hard not calling her a slut.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “And you’re just the spitting image of chastity, aren’t you?”

He broke out into a smirk when you said that. “Well, I don’t really do chastity.”

“Then you have no right to call her such a demeaning name if you do the exact same thing she does.”

He rose his hands up in defense. “Didn’t mean to offend, I swear.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m assuming you think yourself as some kind of god for sleeping around so much.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say god, but,” his smirk grew, “girls just seem to flock to me.”

You scoffed at his statement. “How humble,” you said, sarcasm dripping off of your tongue. “What has happened to chivalry in the modern age?”

“Chivalry’s dead, babe. It’s been dead since knights stopped being a thing.”

“So you’ve never loved anyone?”

“Love’s overrated. Life’s all about living to the fullest. You can’t do that tied down.”

“How,” you paused to mull over your words, “fratboy-ish of you to say.”

“Of course,” he leered down at you, “if it’ll get you into my bed, I’m all for dating.”

You shook your head at his statement. “Of course, how could I expect anything less from someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” he asked. His eyebrow cocked up in amusement.

“Someone who masks their fragile masculinity and fear of falling in love by never staying with the same person too long because it’s so not cool to be in a loving, trusting relationship.”

It was his turn to scoff at you. “Babe, I don’t love, period, not because of whatever bullshit you’re spewing. Love’s just something made up by the Hallmark company to sell their overpriced cards.”

“Really now? Well, what about a wager.”

“And what’s the wager?”

“Whoever I choose, you have to woo them. If you get rejected, you automatically lose the bet.”

“I don’t get rejected,” he said cockily.

“Anyways, if you succeed in wooing them, you have to date them for 4 months. Kissing, hand holding, dates, all that jazz, but you can’t sleep with them. If you seriously don’t feel anything for them by the end of the month, you win. If you do feel something, I win.”

He looked interested now. “And what do I get if I win?”

“Whatever you want from me.”

He rose his eyebrow at you. “You sure about that, babe? I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

You straightened yourself up. “I think I know what I’m doing, babe.”

Donghan looked at you amused and stuck his hand out. “Then I guess it’s a deal.”

You begrudgingly took his hand and shook it. Quickly letting it go, you turned around to scan the party, looking for someone. “Well, you have to go after her,” you said, pointing to a girl sitting by herself. You knew her from your Women’s Studies class, knowing full well how kind-hearted and genuine she is. It’d be impossible not to fall for her.

Donghan squinted his eyes in your finger’s direction. “Can’t you pick me someone a bit more, I don’t know, hot?”

You smirked up at him. “A deal’s a deal, Donghan. I recommend you get to work now if you really want to win.”

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Easy to Hate

A/N: This fic is finally finished after a week of writing and rewriting and crying,,,,,,,,,lord save me i am trash for kim donghan. anyways tagging @smols-n-tols bc some of them proof read the first half for me bLESS them. also i hope you guys enjoy it~

Pairing: PD101′s Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: Angst, Enemies to Lovers!AU, kinda steamy

Word Count: Roughly 7k

Summary: Your hatred for Kim Donghan was strong. Just the mention of him made your blood boil, but when his dance crew end up sharing a studio with yours, it seems like sometimes, it’s easy to blur the lines between love and hate.

Your muscles ache, your throat’s dry, and your body is covered in sweat as you repeated the same move over and over again. “Y/N, take a break,” your crew members shouted over the music. However, you ignored their calls of concern as you continued to stretch your arms out more, trying to create bigger movement. The annual dance competition was coming up, and your crew, Beatrix, was eyeing for the prize, $5,000. That money meant moving out of your current dance studio and into a brand new one that hopefully will have air conditioning and proper lighting. A dance studio like that was something you desperately need, and as the leader of your Beatrix, you were dead set on doing anything you can to win. 

“Why is Y/N trying so hard?” Lisa, a member of your crew, asked, “We have weeks until the actual competition date.” 

Momo stretched out her long limbs and replied, “JBJ entered this year, so Y/N is really trying to step it up a notch.” You ignored your friends’ voices as you moved your body along to the beat, the movements of the choreography coming easily to you. YooA, who was splayed out on the floor, practically begged you to stop. Finally, Pinky pulled the plug to your speaker. 

“What the heck, Pinky? I was in the middle of the routine!” Your chest heaved heavily as you stood there in the middle of the dance studio glaring at your crew. “The competition is 3 weeks, and we’re nowhere near perfect!” you said, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. 

“But we don’t have to be perfect,” Lisa piped up, “We have weeks to practice, and we’ll be perfect by the competition.” 

You shot her a glare, effectively shutting her up, “JBJ’s already done with their routine, and they’re preparing a back-up one. If you think I’m just going to idly stand around as they’re running towards first place, you’re wrong.”

“Girls, your time’s up,” the landlord said, sticking his head through the door. You simply just gave him a thumbs up, packing your bag as your crew laid on the floor, breathing heavily due to the extra two hours of practice. 

“Good job, guys. I’ll have the backup routine choreographed and ready to go by Thursday. See you guys then!” you said as they left one by one. The air was already chilly the moment you stepped outside. A quick ten minute jog from the dance studio landed you in the middle of the park, wide open space for you to continue practicing. You methodically stretched while listening over the song again. “Bigger movements, more power, more precision,” you chanted to yourself; then you got into position and the song replayed. This was easy, same steps, same arm movements, same expressions; it was all ingrained into your muscles, ingrained into your memory. When the music stopped, you heard slow clapping from behind you. Pulling out one earbud and whipping your body around, you saw Kim Donghan standing there, slowly clapping his hands with a smirk on his mouth. 

“Nice to see how pathetic your choreography is, Y/N,” he said, malice tinting his voice. 

You, enraged, ripped out your earbuds, stormed up to him, and jabbed a finger into his chest, “Listen here, Donghan. Pathetic is when you incorporate the same shirt lift into every single one of your choreos because your talent can’t win over the judges. Pathetic is when you recycle the same dance moves and props over and over again, yet you always get praised for your ‘creativity.’ Pathetic is when you use your group’s name to win competitions instead of your own talents, so I can inform you perfectly, Kim Donghan, my choreography was nothing close to pathetic!” You were panting at this point, fury boiling your blood as you glared up at your rival. 

He only smiled sweetly at you before bending down, his nose barely grazing yours. “Well, Y/N, I think you’re mistaken,” he took one step forward as you took one step back, both of your faces still in close proximity, “Pathetic is when you use the same type of music over and over again; if I’m not mistaken, you guys are doing another Beyonce song?” You bit your lip, holding back the barrage of insults collecting on your tongue. “Pathetic is when you pull the ‘poor but hardworking’ card every single time to win pity points. Pathetic is when you can’t rely on your own skills as a dancer, so you preach about your all-girls team instead. Y/N, baby, I don’t know how to break it to you, but you’re the epitome of pathetic.” 

You pushed him away from you, turning around briskly and picking up your bag. “Sometimes I forget how much of an asshat you are Donghan, and then you open up your big fat mouth,” you sassed, turning back to face him, “And considering the competition is coming up soon, I guess we’ll see then who’s the real pathetic one,” you paused, crossing your arms over your chest and sending him a smug look, “and I promise you, Kim Donghan, it is not gonna be me.” With a flip of your hair and a swing of your hips, you turned around and walked out of the park, away from Kim Donghan.

“He’s an absolute pain the ass, Lisa. I don’t care how cute you think he is; once you look past the perfect hair and proportions, he’s just an ugly person,” you said, trying to find a not-Beyonce song for your choreo. 

“But c’mon, don’t you get a little excited when watching JBJ perform? Especially at their shirt lift part? Yum!” Lisa exclaimed, clutching her hands together and holding them close to her chest, staring wistfully into space. 

Momo, who was currently doing stretches with Pinky, chimed in, “Isn’t it Sanggyun who lifts his shirt up the most? I don’t remember Donghan doing it.” 

You rolled your eyes at their conversation, “And thank god for that. If I ever have to see more of him than what’s covered already, I think I’d rather gouge out my eyes.” Their chatter continued, floating in the background as you continued searching for a new song. 

“Girls,” the landlord called as he entered the studio, you and your girls greeted him eagerly, “I’m afraid I have some bad news,” he paused to gauge your reaction, “I’m sorry to tell you that you’re going to have to share the studio space now.” 

You instantly jolted out of your seat, “What? But we paid for full usage!” you exclaimed. 

He could only sigh, “I know, Y/N, I cut your rent in half to compensate, but this dance crew had nowhere to go since their studio’s under renovations. They came to me asking for help.” 

YooA, sensing your building anger, decided to enter the conversation then, “It’s fine! We’ll organize the scheduling with them when they get here.”

“Woah, this studio’s a lot more dingy than ours, isn’t it?” Kenta marvelled, staring at the slight cracks in the walls and ceiling. Donghan looked around too, noting the scuff marks on the floor. 

“Aren’t we sharing this studio with another crew?” he asked. 

Taehyun, their leader, nodded, “Yeah, they’re out for snacks right now, so we’ll introduce ourselves when they return.” Yongguk stared pitifully at his reflection which was marred with the specks that littered the mirror. “We’ll make do, guys. This is just until the renovations are done,” Taehyun said, already stretching out his legs, “Let’s just do a couple warm ups before the other group returns.” The boys stretched and went through a couple light routines, stopping instantly when they saw the door open. 

“Hi, we’re- oh it’s just you guys,” Donghan said boredly once he noticed your crew enter the room. The rest of the boys sent him a reprimanding look before greeting you guys warmly. 

“How’s your practice going?” Taehyun asked as your two groups sat on the floor. 

“Oh, just the usual,” you said vaguely before launching off into the more pertinent information, “We practice Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. We occupy this studio usually from 6-9 unless it’s Saturdays; those hours are 3-7. Don’t be here during our practice. Remember that you are only guests and will be asked to leave if you break any of these rules.” You glanced at your phone, “Right now it’s 8, so you should leave now.” The boys of JBJ exchanged glances, but deciding not to escalate the situation, stood up to grab their bags. 

“That’s utter bullshit, and you know it, Y/N,” Donghan snapped, still sitting on the floor. He stood up, walking towards you until he easily loomed over you, “We paid for this practice room, so we’re going to use it as we please,” he watched your stony expression closely before a knowing smirk crossed across his features, “Or are you so afraid of losing to us in terms of talent, you reverted to playing dirty tricks to win?” 

You huffed at his arrogance, “Listen here, Donghan, no matter how much you practice, your skills will never even amount to the skills I have in my left toe, so don’t flatter yourself by thinking I’d stoop down to your level.” Tension clung onto the air like a blanket. 

Yongguk cleared his throat, “Maybe we should just go…” 

The boys stood up to grab their things, but Donghan could only scoff. “Are you guys serious right? We need to practice too,” he said, sending you a glare. 

“Wow, Donghan wanting to practice. Maybe you will catch up to me one day,” you said in mock awe. 

“Bite me, princess,” he replied, two steps away from lunging at you before his teammates stepped in and dragged him out the door.

“Again!” you barked. Your team quickly obliged, following along with your movements. “Pinky, extend your arm more!” She groaned but did as you said anyways. After the music stopped, they went to their bags to grab their water bottles. 

“Y/N sure is fired up,” Momo said after guzzling half of her water. 

“It’s because she interacted with Kim Donghan in the past 24 hours,” Lisa panted, “She’s gonna be running us like this until JBJ’s studio finishes its renovations.” You were running through the choreo again, making small adjustments to your movement as you played the music in your head. 

“Hey, Y/N,” YooA called from the wall, you turned around to address her, “let’s just run through the Bacon choreo for fun. All of us are dying from practice, and something to loosen us up with wouldn’t hurt.” You only grunted in agreement, caving into your friend’s request.

“Why the hell are you here?” you asked, venom dripping from your tongue. 

“We invited them, Y/N,” YooA said from besides you, ignoring your glare, “They need to practice as much as we do, and they did pay for half the studio time. That means we’ll be sharing our time with them.” You gaped at her, turning red under Donghan’s smug watch. 

“What if they steal our choreo?” you asked. 

Donghan rolled his eyes, “You know well enough our styles are different enough for us to not be able to use any of your choreo.” Your crew could only nod in agreement. 

You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. “Fine, whatever, let’s just run through the Bacon choreo to loosen up, and then we’ll start on the comp piece.”

The air of the studio quickly filled with the scent of sweat and the sound of pants and shoes squeaking as the two groups went through their steps side by side. You would find your eyes moving towards their side of the studio every now and then, noting the changes in their choreo. When you huddled with the girls during a break you brought it up. “Hey, didn’t you notice their footwork was different today?” you asked. 

Lisa, who was idly scrolling through her phone, replied, “Well, duh. Their choreo is different every competition. Plus they might be using a different style of music this time around.” 

You rolled your eyes at her thoughtless comment, “No, you idiot, JBJ uses a set formula when coming up with their dance, no matter what type of music it is. They’ve obviously deviated a lot from that formula with this choreo.” 

Momo pressed her finger against her chin, eyebrows screwing together in contemplation, “I guess you’re right, Y/N. No one lifted their shirt up this time.” 

The rest of the girls sighed in disappointment as you groaned, “I can’t believe that’s still all you guys can think about.” They could only shrug.

“I’m going to stay behind for a bit to practice,” you told your crew as they headed out the door, “See you guys tomorrow.” JBJ soon bid you goodnight as they headed out too. However, one person stayed behind with you. “Why the fuck are you still here?” you asked, scowling at Donghan. 

“I figured I should practice more, considering my skills will never amount to the skills you have in your left toe,” he shot you a smile, “Plus, who else should I annoy on a Friday night?” You refused to acknowledge him at this point, plugging your phone into the speaker.

“Body Party” by Ciara starts playing as you went to go stand in front of the mirror. Taking one breath in, your surroundings began to fade away as you immersed yourself into the music. Muscle memory takes over as you went along with the choreo; however, the music abruptly stops, causing you to break out of your daze. “Turn my music back on, Donghan, or I swear to god, I’ll kill you,” you threatened. He didn’t oblige, still standing by the speaker staring at you blankly. You stormed up to him, ready to wrap your hands around his neck, until he stepped forward, grasping your face in his hands and slamming his lips down to yours in a kiss. Your eyes widened in shock, and you pushed him off of you. “What the fuck, Donghan?” you snapped, “What the fuck was that for?” The two of you stood there, a tense atmosphere bubbling between you two. However, before your brain could say no, you placed your hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and crashing your mouth onto his. He stumbled back slightly in shock before his hands placed themselves on your thighs, holding you in place. He slammed your back against the mirror, and in protest, you bit harshly at his bottom lip. He retaliated, pulling his head back to suck bruises into your neck, smirking when you let out a low groan. 

“Nothing to say, princess?” he asked against the skin of your neck. 

“Bite me, Kim Donghan,” you snarled, pulling him by his hair away from your neck. 

His eyes trailed from yours down to the blossoming bruises marring your neck. A lazy smile crept upon his face, “It looks like I already did.” You glared at him before pulling him back down for a kiss filled with nothing but teeth and tongue, nothing but the strong sense of hatred that bubbled in the pit of your stomach for Kim Donghan.

“What happened to your neck?” was the first thing every single one of the girls asked when they arrived at the studio Saturday afternoon. 

“Uh, burnt myself with my straightener,” you said, avoiding eye contact. Soon after, JBJ entered; Donghan sporting the same purple marks on his neck as you. A quick dawn of realization settled over the girls. 

“Wait, did you and Donghan?” Lisa took one glance at your reddening cheeks, “Oh my god, you hooked up with Donghan.” You shushed her, slightly motioning to her that he was in the room. 

You pulled the girls closer to you and said, “Listen, you are to never mention this to anyone, okay? If you do, I’ll kill you. I’ll actually murder all of you.” They all grumbled, but eventually agreed to keep quiet. 

“Woah, Y/N, what happened to your neck?” Hyunbin asked, oblivious to the knowing looks the rest of JBJ sent your way. 

“A hair straightener happened,” you sent a sharp look towards Donghan’s direction, “A very annoying straightener.”

“So I’m a hair straightener now? Is that what you’re calling me?” Donghan asked under his breath as he stood behind you. 

You rolled your eyes, plugging your phone into the speaker. “You’re supposed to be out for a break with the rest of your crew. What are you still doing here?” you replied, scrolling through your phone to look for something to idly dance to. 

“I could say the same for you, princess,” he drawled, taking your phone from your hands. 

“I don’t have times for breaks, Donghan, practice makes perfect,” you snapped, trying to grab your phone from his hands. 

“C’mon, what’s with the attitude?” he asked, still scrolling through your phone. 

“Well, some asshat covered me in hickies, and now he won’t give me-” you fruitlessly tried to pry your phone from his grasp, “Give me my phone back!” 

He ignored you, “Ah, knew you’d have this song in your phone.” Before you could say anything, he motioned for you to sit down against the mirror. 

“What’s this for, Donghan?” you asked, sending him a questioning look. 

“Payback, Y/N, pure payback,” he said, a merciless smile gracing his lips. Soon the chorus of “Company” by Tinashe came over the speakers. You quirked an eyebrow at Donghan, crossing your arms over your chest. He sent you a wink before moving along to the music. You found yourself entranced by him, by the way he fluidly moved his body along to the beat of the song. The music ended, and Donghan looked at you, a smirk already on his face. “Enjoy the show, princess?” he asked, already moving towards you. 

“N-not at all,” you said, cursing yourself for stuttering lightly. You resorted to looking at your fumbling fingers. 

He kneeled down in front of you, placing his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Did I make you flustered?” he asked; his voice tinted with arrogance. 

You turned your head away, avoiding his gaze, “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He forced your head back to facing him, staring into your eyes, “Now you know how I felt, princess. Payback’s a bitch isn’t it?” He let go of your chin and got up from his position, walking out of the studio.

“Move your feet closer together, Momo,” you said, eying each of your girls carefully. “Back straighter, Lisa. And YooA, your arms can’t be bent,” you drilled. The boys of JBJ had long gone home at this point, leaving your crew the entire studio for yourselves. “Again, from the top,” you demanded, and they quickly went back to the starting formation. Over and over the song played until the mirror began to fog up. Pinky and Lisa were collapsed on the floor at this point, unable to bear another round of your watchful eye. 

“Y/N, it’s way past 7,” YooA said from behind you, “I think we should call it a day.” You begrudgedly agreed, dismissing them from the studio. After they had left, you found yourself lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. Your chest heaved, exhaustion finally creeping into your body. There were too many things to fix, correct, and perfect in the short amount of time left until competition day. You let out a frustrated shout, throwing your arms over your face, muffling your screams.

“Is someone getting murdered in here?” Your arms fell from your face as you looked up to see Donghan peering down at you. 

Your eyes hardened. “What do you want?” you asked, agitation already bubbling at the back of your throat. 

He smiled cheekily at you. “Seems like you’re frustrated,” he said, even offering you a hand to pull you up. Before your mouth could decline, you accepted his outstretched hand. He pulled you up to your feet and tugged at your arm until you slammed into him. 

“What was that for?” you asked, looking up at him. 

“Well, princess,” Donghan started, “you’re frustrated right now right?” He dipped his head down to your neck; his lips lightly trailing your exposed skin. A chill ran through your body. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?” you asked, trying to keep your composure. 

“Well,” he murmured against your skin, “don’t you remember what happened yesterday?” You tensed the moment his hands trailed up your arms, shivering slightly at the light touch. 

Keeping up your facade, you scoffed back, “Unfortunately, I do.” He nipped slightly at your neck, and you let out a small whimper. 

“Unfortunately? Don’t you remember how you felt after it?” he pulled away from your neck to send you a lazy smile, “Hm? Don’t you remember how good you felt?” You glared at him at this point, trying to ignore the lazy circles he was drawing into your hip with his thumb. 

“Good? It was anything but good,” you said with an upturn of your nose. His hand slipped under the hem of your shirt; his palm making contact with your heated skin. “

With the sounds coming out of your mouth yesterday, I’d disagree with that statement,” he said, a smirk slowly gracing his features. You tried hard to ignore the effect his touch had on you and kept your eyes steely as they maintained contact with his eyes. Unfortunately, he applied just a little bit more pressure in his hand’s ministrations, causing you to let out a gasp. You unconsciously found yourself grasping the material of his shirt with your hands. Looking up, you could see he still had that smug expression on his face. Your mouth twisted into a scowl until a brilliant plan formulated itself in your mind.

Your hand trailed up his chest, and your eyes drooped down into, what you hoped was, a sultry gaze. Tiptoeing slightly, you pressed open mouthed kisses up Donghan’s neck, noting his sudden tenseness. You pulled back, gauging his shocked expression. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Except this time, it was different. Instead of the aggressive clashing of teeth and tongue, you found yourself taking it slowly, molding your lips against his. His hands came up to cup your face, deepening the kiss. When his tongue darted out to run across your bottom lip, you gasped slightly, granting him access. It was as if time stood still around the two of you, watching, observing the unusual sight. When the two of you broke apart, there was something there in the air between you and him, something new, something frightening, and you found yourself bolting out of the studio.

What had happened that night was never repeated again, never mentioned. You went through the rest of the week numbly going through life. Practice day after practice day, you only focused on your side of the studio, scrutinizing every single one of your crew’s mistakes. Then one day, something strange came upon the studio. 

“Hey, Y/N, the dance competition sent us our information and stuff,” Pinky said, tossing you a stack of papers. You thanked her before skimming through the stack, noting the schedule and instructions for when you get to the venue. 

“Wait, what’s this?” you asked to yourself as you read over the sheet listing what you were signed up for, “I think the organizers messed up somehow.” 

YooA peered over your shoulder to look at the list, “No, that’s right.” You ran your finger under the submission you knew you didn’t consent to. 

“Duet performance by Y/N of Beatrix and Donghan of JBJ? I didn’t sign up for this.” 

Lisa took the paper from your hand. “Oh, yeah, we signed you up for it,” she said nonchalantly, handing it back to you. 

“What do you mean you signed me up for it?” you asked, fingers tightening around the bundle of papers. 

“Well, we, and the guys from JBJ, thought that since you and Donghan weren’t fighting like usual,” Lisa exchanged looks with the rest of the girls, “something must’ve went wrong. So when a spot opened up in the duet division, we signed you two up.” 

You blankly stared at her, “So you’re telling me,” you paused, taking in a deep breath to control your anger, “that I have one week to choreograph and perfect a dance routine for me and Donghan to perform?” They tersely nodded, backing away slowly from you. 

“Well, on the bright side, we’re pretty much perfect on our set and so is JBJ, so you and Donghan can use the studio to your full advantage all this week,” YooA said.

You grumbled under your breath, stomping towards the exit before being stopped by someone’s chest. You looked up to see Donghan staring straight ahead. 

“Can you move out of the way?” he asked passively, not even bothering to look down at you. You averted your eyes to the floor, sidestepping to let him and the rest of JBJ through. 

Taehyun sensed the tenseness in the room. “So, Y/N, you ready to choreograph a duet?” he asked. 

“I’m not doing it,” Donghan said. 

Kenta shot him a confused look, “You have to? It’s too late to drop out.” 

Donghan just shrugged before beginning his stretches. “Not my problem,” he said, lowering himself to the floor now to stretch his legs. You noted how Taehyun and YooA exchanged looks. 

“Well, if you don’t do it, you’re suspended from our crew,” Taehyun said. 

Donghan instantly shot up, “You can’t do that!” The rest of JBJ shuffled awkwardly, avoiding meeting Donghan’s gaze. 

“If you drop out it’s a bad reflection on the crew,” Taehyun said, “so I recommend you start practicing with Y/N now.” 

Donghan shot you a glare, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“So what do you think about this song?” you asked. Donghan didn’t reply from his position on the floor. “Well, what about this song?” you asked again, piling on the politeness. He still didn’t reply. Your patience was growing thin. “If you don’t have any songs to recommend at least reply-” 

You stopped your sentence when Donghan finally turned to face you. “Company by Justin Bieber, I’ll teach you what I have so far.” He got up off of the floor and plucked your phone from your hands before plugging it into the speaker. When the music started, he began moving along. “At this part we’ll be dancing the same thing,” he said, showing you the moves he had in mind. You nodded along, moving to stand next to him, improvising moves as the song went on. He caught on quickly to what you were doing and adapted to your steps and gestures. “Let’s just mess around for a bit and see what we like before doing anything,” he said after the song ended. 

“Yeah, I’m fine with that,” you said, running your fingers through your hair. 

Donghan turned away from you, rubbing at the back of his neck, “U-uh, okay, let’s start from the top.”

The following day you and Donghan showed the rest of your crews the rough choreo that the two of you slaved over yesterday. “So what’d you think?” you asked after the song ended. Your crewmates exchanged looks. 

“It’s good, but,” Pinky started. 

“There’s not enough interactions between the two of you,” Yongguk deadpanned. 

“Where’s the fanservice? The skinship?” Lisa whined. You and Donghan both glared at her. 

“I don’t remember interactions being one of the criteria for a duet dance,” Donghan replied, his tone icy. 

“Correction, couple dance, and interactions help build chemistry,” Sanggyun shot back. 

“Well, we don’t have any chemistry, so let’s stick with the bare minimum,” you said. Donghan agreed with you. 

“If you stick to the bare minimum it’s a bad reflection on our two crews,” Taehyun said, “As the leader of Beatrix, I expected you to know that.” You grumbled a bit at his direct attack. 

“Well I-” you started but was cut off by Donghan stepping in front of you. 

“Fine, we’ll add more to the choreo, but there’s no need to attack Y/N like that,” he defended. 

Taehyun raised his eyebrow at Donghan, “And why is that?” You sent Donghan a questioning look too. 

His ears reddened under everyone’s scrutiny. “B-because I was the one who made the choreo,” he stuttered out, “wasn’t her fault,” he murmured at the end. 

“But still, she should’ve said something,” Taehyun prodded. 

“No!” Donghan shot back before realizing his sudden shift in volume. “W-well, I was the one adamant on not touching h-her,” he said, flushing even a brighter red when he noticed everyone’s knowing expression. “Just get out, so we can work!” he shouted, shooing everyone outside the door. You cowered under his stare as he stalked towards you. “Chemistry? Skinship? I’ll show them,” he grumbled.

“Uh, your hand’s on my thigh,” you said, cheeks tinted pink with exertion and something more. 

Donghan looked up at you, “I can see that, Y/N, does it make you uncomfortable?” he asked. 

You averted your eyes, “N-not really, just give me a heads up next time.” Something flashed across his eyes, but he quickly reverted back to his stoic expression. The two of you went through the rest of the choreo, adding little touches and grazes here and there. 

“Hey, put your back to me,” Donghan said, “and then put your arm around my neck.” You obliged, cheeks flushing at the sudden contact. “Okay, I’m going to try something,” he said, placing his hands on your waist. 

“W-wait!” you yelped; his hands instantly fell away. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. 

“No, no, it’s fine, just kinda shocked me that’s all,” you replied. He placed his hands on your waist again and moved your hips against his. 

“So you’ll do that while I move my arm out like this,” you followed his directions as he moved his arm, “And then, I’ll spin you around, and you’ll drop down like this,” he guided you through the motions. You noted the constant contact he had with you. “You okay with that?” he asked. 

“I’m perfect, Donghan, just perfect,” you said breathlessly.

The two of you were splayed out on the floor, panting heavily after going through the choreo countless of times. “You know something I just realized, Donghan?” you said before your mind could stop you. He hummed in reply, slightly shocked at your sudden question. “You don’t call me princess anymore.” 

He turned to send you a questioning look, “I figured you’d want me to stop calling you that after you bolted out of the studio that night.” Your face flushed at the reminder of what had conspired between you two that night. 

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. I don’t know what came over me then when I kissed you,” you replied, suddenly becoming shy. 

“I don’t know why you’re apologizing. I think you should be more sorry about the running away part,” he snarked. 

You sat up from the floor and crossed your arms, “And why is that?” 

He sat up too. “Well, princess, you left me out to dry after that kiss. Expect me to be fine after something like that?” he asked. 

You turned your back towards him and grumbled, “It was just a kiss…”

Donghan scooted closer to you and turned you back around. Leaning his head in closer to you, he then said, “It wasn’t just a kiss. If it was just a kiss, I wouldn’t be this frustrated with you right now.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, now getting irritated with him, “Well, you shouldn’t be mad at me for it! It’s not like I’m the one who started all this. If only you didn’t kiss me first…” 

He leaned his head even closer; his nose slightly brushing against yours, “Listen here, princess, when I kissed you I didn’t expect you to pull whatever shit you pulled the day after. And now you have to explain yourself.” 

Your gaze hardened, “And what should I explain? I only kissed you because I wanted to.” 

He scoffed, “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it too, Y/N. Why else would you be avoiding me?” 

You scoffed back, “Maybe I was done dealing with you, Donghan. Did the thought ever cross your mind, maybe not everyone likes you?” His gaze hardened at your reply. 

“So if I kissed you now, you’d push me off right? Considering you hate me so much?” he asked. 

Your eyes dropped to his lips. “Y-yeah, I’d push you off right away,” you said, looking back up at his eyes. 

“Want to test that theory, princess?” he challenged. 

You turned your attention back to his lips. “Y-yeah,” you let out in a small voice, and then his lips were on yours.

Yet, this time, it was different than the other two. There was no anger, no frustration, not even underlying hints of lust. There was a feeling that fluttered itself deep inside your stomach. Donghan’s hand laid on your thigh, bracing himself slightly as the other hand cupped your cheek. Your hands found themselves moving to grip at the front of his shirt. Your head became light, and you found yourself pushing him away. “What was that?” you asked, your voice tinged with apprehension, fearing his answer. 

“I think I like you, Y/N,” he replied, looking at you dead in the eye. He was serious; you knew that the moment he said your name instead of “princess.” Kim Donghan, your enemy since the beginning of time, liked you. “Are you gonna say anything, Y/N?” Donghan asked, gnawing at his bottom lip. For the second time, you bolted out of the studio.

The rest of the week was tense. You and Donghan continued to practice the dance; however, the sense of contentment between you two was gone. No more cordial small talk, just steadfast focus on practicing your choreo and leaving. Breaks were filled with awkward silence as the two of you sat on opposite sides of the studio. Even your two crews began to notice. 

“What’s up with you and Donghan?” Momo asked one night as your group ran through your set one more time. 

Lisa joined in on the conversation, “Yeah, why is it so awkward between you two now?” 

You tried to focus on your reflection, making sure your movements came out the way you wanted them to. “What do you mean? Donghan and I have always been like this. We aren’t really that fond of each other, remember?” you said, trying hard to get your footwork precise. You could practically see Pinky’s eye roll in the mirror. 

“Please, Y/N,” she started, “First you two were at each other's throats, then somewhat cordial, and now you two can’t even look at each other.” YooA agreed from her spot on the floor. 

“Can you guys just drop it?” you asked, sending them a glare from the mirror. 

“No we can’t drop it, Y/N,” YooA said calmly, “It’s going to affect your performance at the competition.” 

You spun around to face her, “No it’s not!” 

She stood up and walked up to you slowly, placing her hands on your shoulders, “Listen, Y/N, you’ve been messing up our choreo since whatever happened between you and Donghan that night. So I’m asking you again, what happened?”

You faced the floor, ashamed that you let something so minor affect your performance. “Donghan told me he liked me,” you said in a small voice. YooA’s expression did not falter, not even when the others silently cheered on the side. 

“And why is that affecting you? If you hate him so much, why is it affecting you?” she prodded. 

“I-I don’t know, okay? I don’t know why it’s affecting me so much!” you cried, shoving her hands off of you as you walked backwards until your back hit the mirror. “I feel like I’m supposed to hate him, but I can’t! Because every time I think of him, I don’t imagine the asshat that’s always criticizing me; I imagine the guy who kissed me in the studio, the guy who’s hands always found their way onto my waist when we danced. I don’t imagine Kim Donghan!” You slid down onto the floor; your hands running through your hair in frustration. 

“It’s fine to like him, Y/N,” Lisa said, sitting down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“I can’t like someone like him, Lisa. A kiss doesn’t excuse the way he’s treated me,” you mumbled. 

“Maybe he was rude for a reason?” Momo offered, now sitting on the other side of you. 

You let out a humorless laugh, “Yes, because we should definitely believe when boys are mean to us they like us.” 

Pinky went to sit in front of you, “I don’t know, Y/N, maybe he didn’t know either?” You looked up at her. Pinky continued, “Maybe after the first time you guys hooked up he realized he liked you? And now he’s confessed and realized you rejected him, it’s all awkward now?” 

You hugged your knees to your chest, “So you’re trying to tell me, I shouldn’t be upset with him because he didn’t know after being an asshole he’d end up liking me? Also, he shouldn’t get all upset with me for rejecting him! He’s been a jackass since forever. What makes him think I’d like him back?” 

YooA looked at you warily, “But you do like him back.” 

You scowled, “Maybe my brain’s just confused. It’ll all clear up before the competition. I promise.”

You paced backstage, already changed into your outfit for the duet dance. However, Donghan was nowhere to be seen. You noticed Taehyun walking by, so you ran up to him. “Where’s Donghan?” you asked. 

Taehyun just shrugged. “He might still be changing; we did just finish our group set,” he replied after thinking for a second. 

“Thanks!” you said, running towards the makeshift changing area. “Donghan!” you said as you pulled aside the curtain before swiftly closing it after seeing him shirtless. “Sorry,” you said once the curtain concealed him from your view. He only grunted in reply. You tapped your feet as you waited for him to finish changing. “Nervous?” you asked, trying the lessen the awkwardness floating in the air. 

Suddenly the curtain opened. Donghan narrowed his eyes at you, “Why are you trying to make small talk?” You shifted awkwardly under his gaze. Before you could rationalize what you were doing, you shoved him back into the changing area, stepping in after him, and closing the curtains behind you.

“What the hell, Y/N?” he said, “We go on in like, 15 minutes.” 

You grumbled to yourself, running your fingers through your hair. “Look,” you started, “I know things are awkward now, but we seriously need to put that behind on the stage, okay? The reputations of our teams depend on it.” 

He rolled his eyes, “I know that much, princess.” His eyes widened at his slip-up. “I meant, Y/N, don’t get any ideas.” 

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Ideas? If I remember correctly, you’re the one who likes me, so don’t worry about me getting excited about you calling me princess.” 

He grabbed your arm before you could leave, “Are we forgetting who got upset when I stopped calling her that?” 

You shook off his hand and huffed in annoyance, “And let’s not forget who got pissy when they got rejected.” 

His eyes darkened, “Don’t play that card with me, princess. You know exactly why I got upset.” 

You scoffed in reply, “You can’t just get upset with me when I reject you, knowing exactly how bad you’ve treated me in the past.” 

He scoffed back at you, “Don’t play the victim with me, princess. You’re the one who messed with my feelings.”

You shoved him up against the wall, “So what? You’ve been nothing but unpleasant to me since I’ve met you. You can’t expect me to like you.” 

He pushed you off of him, “And I didn’t expect you too! I thought I knew that until you came to me first, kissed me first, and I realized that maybe you liked me too. I realized that I liked you a lot, and I was so ready to apologize and talk it out and just confess to you, but no. You ignored me, so I ignored you too. And then the duet came up, and I found myself falling again. And I knew for sure you felt something back; I knew it the moment I kissed you, but you fled again.” 

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Maybe I fled because I was scared! Scared to even play with the idea of liking someone like you!” 

He stepped forward one step, his eyes steely. “Someone like me? Let me guess, an asshole? A jerk? A son of a bitch? What does that say about you, hm? You’re just as bad as me.” Your expression faltered. He took another step forward, “I was actually ready to apologize, ready to lay it all out knowing there was a chance you’d kick it to the dirt. But you? You’re too prideful, too busy playing the victim to care.” His gaze softened, and he brushed past you, “Doesn’t matter now, I’ll say it as it is. I’m sorry, but it probably doesn’t matter to you.”

You grasped onto the end of his shirt. “Let go,” Donghan clipped. 

“You mean it? The apology?” you asked in a small voice. He turned his head around, sending you a suspicious look. He nodded. “I’m sorry too,” you said. Both of your apologies short, simple, nothing specific to what the other was apologizing for, but for you two, that was enough. 

“Wait so does that mean-” 

You cut him off by pressing your finger to his lips. “No, not necessarily. Let’s figure this out one step at a time before jumping into anything,” you said. 

He begrudgedly agreed. “Then what’s the first step, princess?” he asked. 

You smirked up at him, “Well, we can maybe make out for the next,” you looked down at your phone, “8 minutes before someone comes looking for us.” 

He mirrored your smirk, “Already one step ahead of you, princess.”

Also, here are some choreos that I imagined the groups doing

Beatrix: Light My Body Up by David Guetta 

JBJ: X by Chris Brown

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Lipstick Prince

A/N: this is my first time writing anything like this so i’m like shookth. huge thanks to the @smols-n-tols bc admin jinyoung helped me sososo very much with this fic. without her “gracefully shoved his tongue down my throat” might’ve actually been a line. Also this is kim donghan aka the loml, please support him lots when jbj debuts!

Pairing: Kim Donghan x Reader

Genre: ,,,,,fluff? kinda? kinda steamy? idk, i’ll figure it out

Word Count: 2k words

Summary: Interning at FAVE Entertainment? Great! Being the lead stylist for JBJ? Awesome! Having to help one of the members with recreating an old picture? Well, that’s a different story…

Interning for FAVE Entertainment as a makeup artist and stylist was probably the best thing to have happened to you. You got to do Yezi’s eye makeup for her comeback, and you were even allowed to help coordinate IU’s outfits for her concerts. Being able to interact with such talented and amazing artists along with being constantly surrounded by hardworking, talented style coordinators was a real life dream come true. The company even gave you a little corner of the office where you kept your sewing machine and makeup bag. It was an uneventful afternoon in the office, so you busied yourself with looking at different makeup looks online and taking notes of which ones were doable for Fiestar’s next comeback. “Hey Y/N,” one of the fellow interns called out. 

“Yes?” you swivelled around in your chair. 

“Manager-nim wants to see you,” they said, and you nodded, picking up your notebook before heading towards your manager’s office.

“Manager-nim?” you called out as you peeked your head into his office. He was sitting at his desk and motioned for you to take the seat in front of him. 

When you sat down, he spoke up, “Y/N, I’ve been looking at your work recently, and I’m quite proud to see your improvement.” You bowed at his compliment, letting a small smile slip past your lips. “Recently FAVE Entertainment has taken up a new boy group, you’ve heard of JBJ right?” 

You nodded your head; you’ve been following news regarding the company closely since you’ve joined. “They’re a project group made up of trainees from Produce 101 if I’m not mistaken,” you replied. 

“Well, Y/N, I’d like for you to be one of their main stylists,” your head shot up at his statement, “with supervision from your sunbaes of course, but after looking at some of your style compilations, I think you have what it takes to ensure the boys don’t suffer a fashion disaster.” 

You looked at him in shock before shooting up out of your seat, “Thank you so much, sir. I won’t let you down!” You bowed before running out the door back to your desk; you had some work to do.

You stood on the set of JBJ’s photoshoot, working hastily on Kenta’s eye makeup. The man himself was quite talkative, so he asked you questions about yourself as you applied more eyeshadow. “So how’d you get to be a stylist? You look kinda young to be working,” he said, fluttering his eyes closed.

“I’m a ‘98 liner, so I guess I’m a bit young to be working? But I’m just an intern they picked up after seeing my YouTube channel, nothing special, ya know?” 

He opened his eyes and looked at you in surprise, “Really? A beauty channel? What’s it called so I can subscribe?” You tried to dissuade him, but he was stubborn, so you gave way and gave him the name of your channel. “I’ll subscribe to it tonight when I get back to the dorms!” You finished his eye makeup and shoo’ed him away so you can work on the next member. 

Donghan plopped himself into your chair and instantly closed his eyes before speaking, “I got so tired of waiting. Knowing how talkative Kenta-hyung can get, I’m going first next time,” he ended his sentence with a small little pout. 

You laughed at his statement before tapping his lips with your fingers, “Don’t pout, it tenses up your face and makes it harder for me to do your makeup.” He peeked open one eye and stuck out his tongue at you before relaxing his face, finally allowing you to get to work.

“Okay everyone, the next concept for the photos will be iconic pictures of the boys,” the photographer said to all the stylists. You nodded along as the photographer went through the different pictures he wanted to replicate; you kept a giggle to yourself when you saw a picture of Taehyun scratching his stomach, and you almost let out a snort at a picture of a bespeckled Kenta fanboying his heart out at a Teen Top concert. However, you felt your mouth dry when the photographer switched to Donghan’s picture. You’ve never seen so many kiss marks on anyone in your entire life. 

Timidly, you asked, “Who’s going to be applying the kiss marks to him?” 

The photographer shrugged, “Well, I think that’s more of a stylist’s problem to solve? Hopefully you can find someone to do it soon.” You looked to the rest of your crew, and they averted their eyes.

“C’mon, unnie, why can’t you do it? You always comment on how cute he is!” you whined over lunch. 

She plopped a grape into her mouth before replying, “Because, I have a boyfriend who would freak out if he found out I did something like that! And that’s the same with the rest of the team. According to my knowledge, you’re the only single one!” 

You pouted at her, “But he’ll understand if it’s for work right?” She glared at you from over her water bottle. You threw your hands up in defeat. 

“Why don’t you want to do it so badly? He’s the same age as you isn’t he? So it’s not like, creepy or anything,” she said as the two of you stood up to throw away your trash.

“Because, unnie, I’ve never actually, ya know,” your voice dropped to a whisper, “kissed anyone.” 

She stared at you blankly before bursting out into laughter, “Well, it looks like you’re gonna have to do it soon, sweetheart. You’re lucky he’s cute too; my first kiss was with this-” her voice trailed off as you caught Donghan’s eyes focusing on you. A blush erupted across your face as you averted your gaze.

You nervously wrung your hands as you waited for Donghan to enter the room set aside for you to apply the kiss marks onto him. You replayed your unnie’s word before you entered the room, “Don’t feel awkward, just pretend like you’re kissing your mom on the cheek, but with more pressure, and instead of your mom, it’s an insanely attractive idol, okay? Good luck!” You leaned against the table that held all of your makeup, and then Donghan peeked his head into the room. You noticed that he was already dressed loose fitted dress shirt and black slacks; you gestured for him to sit down on the chair. “Um,” you tried to focus your gaze on his nose instead of his lips, “I’ll do your base makeup before I, um, apply the marks.” He just looked up at you through his eyelashes and hummed. You got to work, trying to calm down your nerves. Every now and then Donghan would tell you a little story about JBJ’s preparations for debut, and you’d smile and nod at the appropriate times, but on the inside, you were freaking out.

Soon enough you finished with his base makeup, so you grabbed the two lipsticks from your table, “Pink or red?” 

He looked at you in confusion, “W-what?” 

You moved the lipsticks closer to his face, willing your hands not to shake, “Do you want pink kisses or red kisses?” 

You noted the way he shifted awkwardly in his seat and the blush that bloomed on his cheeks, “R-red, the photographer said it’d be, uh, sexier.” You placed the pink lipstick back onto the table before uncapping the red lipstick’s tube. Donghan’s eyes were trained onto you, and you noted the way he cleared his throat when you ran your tongue over your lips out of nerves. You turned your attention to the mirror, making sure you applied the lipstick perfectly, even puckering a little bit at the end. You then turned back to see Donghan staring at you in apprehension. You couldn’t help but laugh at his expression; he pouted, “Why are you laughing?” 

You tried to keep your laughter under control before replying, “You look like a cornered pup. Why are you so scared, it’s not like this is the first time you’re letting someone do this to you.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Well, for your information, my friends made the kiss marks, and I went to an all boys’ school, so yes, I’m quite nervous because a female is kissing me today.” At the word “kiss,” your body stiffened. 

“Ah yeah, I should probably start now, shouldn’t I? Before everyone gets impatient,” you said before moving towards him, “I’ll start putting them on your shirt first, if that’s okay with you?” He nodded and turned his head away from you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pressed a kiss there before kneeling down to place kisses on the front of his shirt. “I guess I’ll start placing them on your face first before working my way down, is that okay?” Donghan quickly nodded before shutting his eyes closed. You placed a kiss upon his temple before moving down to place a couple on his cheeks. However, as you placed a kiss on his neck, he let out a little groan. Instantly you jumped back with wide eyes, and Donghan looked back at you, equally as shocked. 

“Um, I’m sorry, about that,” he trailed off, trying to fight back the reddening of his cheeks. 

“Uh, no it’s fine, I’ll just keep going?” you didn’t know how to react, but you’d be lying to yourself if your heart didn’t flutter just a little bit at his groan. However, you noticed Donghan’s stance in his seat; his hands were practically imprinted into the arms of his chair. “Donghan, are you okay?” you asked tentatively, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

He placed his hand over yours before looking up at you, “Actually, I’m not that okay because I really want to kiss you right now, so I’m gonna ask this. Can I kiss you right now?” You looked at him in shock, but you couldn’t deny the little voice in the back of your head screaming “yes,” especially with Donghan looking the way he did right now. 

With a small voice, you answered, “Yes, you can kiss me.”

With your consent, Donghan stood up from his chair and backed you into the table. Gripping your waist, he lifted you up onto the table before placing himself between your legs and wrapping his arms around your waist. Then, he leaned down and caught your lips with his. At first, you stayed frozen, unsure exactly how you were supposed to do this, but after a beat, you figured it out. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moved your lips against Donghan’s as you slowly trailed your hands up to tangle your fingers into his hair. Right as you pulled lightly on his hair, he softly bit down on your lower lip, causing you let out a gasp. At that sound, you felt Donghan smile against your lips. His hands rubbed circles into your waist before he pulled himself away from you. However you realized something shift in Donghan’s eyes as he stared down at you, and next thing you know, his lips are back on yours, harsher, more urgent than before. His hands ran up and down your sides as he pulled you closer to him. Your legs found them wrapped around him, and your hands found purchase tangled in his hair. Donghan quickly broke away from the kiss, and you let out a whimper at the lack of contact. His hands rested on your waist, “Sorry, Y/N, if we continued, I don’t think I would be able to stop.” You leaned forward to press a kiss against his neck before trailing them down his chest. 

Breathlessly, you said, “It’s okay, Donghan, I’m not scared,” and with those words he was back on you, this time his hands found themselves tangled in your hair. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You quickly obliged, and you found yourself being entangled in a game of push and pull with him; the both of you fighting for dominance. Just as you were about to move your lips towards his neck, a knock interrupted you. Quickly, Donghan moved away from you and settled himself back into the chair as you hopped off of the table, fixing your hair and clothes before grabbing a random makeup brush. 

Then, your unnie stuck her head into the room, “It looks like you’re done with Donghan’s makeup, Y/N,” you nodded, “Donghan, you’re up for the camera.” 

He flashed her a smile, “I’ll be right out, Noona!” She shut the door, leaving the two of you alone again. You let out a sigh of relief. Donghan got out of his seat and straightened his shirt, getting ready for his pictures. You did a couple last minute fix-ups before Donghan grabbed your wrist and swooping down for another kiss. Just as quickly as it started, Donghan pulled away from you before shooting you a full-blown grin. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “This isn’t the end, Y/N,” and with those words, he walked out the door.

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Mobile Masterlist

Updated as of 5/29/19

☆ - fluff

☾ - angst

♫ - au

∞ - steamy

♡ - personal fave

Series:

Letters to You (Multi-Membered) ☾

“With shaky hands you wrote them. A letter to all the boys whom you’ve loved. A letter to all the boys who had loved you.“

Letters to You: Yoongi

Letters to You: Jungkook ♡

Letters to You: S. Coups

Letters to You: Wonwoo

Letters to You: JR ♡

Something Different (17’s Joshua Badboy!AU) ☆ ☾ ♫          haitus!

“You were never a fan of the ever so cocky class president, but one night, one chance encounter, was all it took to make a little hatred turn into a little of something else.”

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

The Cherry Pickers’ Club ☾ ♫ ☆

“The Cherry Pickers’ Club, Evanson Academy’s best kept secret. Passed down from year to year, the boys who become in possession of the tattered journal have one job and one job only, to go cherry picking.“

In Terms of Fire & Ice (Wanna One’s Seongwoo Fuckboi!AU)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

“Girls came easy to Seongwoo, so when he’s tasked with popping a girl’s cherry, he scoffs at the notion of failure. However, he finds himself challenged by Evanson’s very own ice queen, you.”

Metanoia ☾ ♫ ☆

"One night. One tipsy night spent within the bed of a man you met just hours before. Who knew one night would turn your entire life upside-down?"

1 / 

All's Fair In Love & War ☾ ♫ ☆

"An A on your paper. A stupid bet spurred by anger. And an especially annoying frat boy who goes by the name of Kim Donghan. Who knew such things would lead you to such a mess?"

1 / 2

Happily Ever After ☆ ♫

Fairy tales, don’t we sometimes want to live in them? After all, every fairy tale ends happily ever after

Lee Daehwi: Beauty & the Beast

Bae Jinyoung: Sleeping Beauty

Stray Kids On The Big Screen

A series of fics based off of 90s/early 00s rom-coms starring each member of Stray Kids coming to a fic blog near you!

One-Shots:

Epiphany (NCT’s Ten Soulmates!AU) ☆ ☾ ♫ ♡

“Your heart ached so much, but you couldn't help it. He was ethereal. You couldn’t help but want him, even if it tore your heart apart.”

DanDan the CatMan (Wanna One’s Daniel) ☆

“You could easily tell by the crumpled clothes, messy hair, and abundant number of purple bruises marring his neck that he was on the walk of shame too.”

A Fanta-Sea (Wanna One’s Jihoon) ☆ ♡

“You, a rookie idol, have a chance encounter with Wanna One’s Park Jihoon, the boy that nae maeum seoge jeojang’d into your heart, in front of a vending machine backstage at M!Countdown.”

Lipstick Prince (PD101’s Kim Donghan) ☆ ∞ ♡

“Interning at FAVE Entertainment? Great! Being the lead stylist for JBJ? Awesome! Having to help one of the members recreate an old picture? Well, that’s another story…”

Scintilla (PD101’s Kim Donghan Friends to Lovers!AU) ☆ ☾ ♫ ♡

Drabbles:

1 / 2

“Your friendship with Donghan was based off of a mere competition of who could be the bigger shit. However, something transitions in your senior year, and you can’t seem to figure out what.”

Home Run (NU'EST’s JR Baseball!AU & Friends to Lovers!AU) ☆ ♫

“You hate baseball, ever since the concussion of 3rd grade, you’ve hated it. However, it just so happened to be your best friend’s favorite sport, and when he makes the team, you’re forced to go to his game. However, maybe baseball won’t be that bad….”

Easy to Hate (PD101’s Kim Donghan Enemies to Lovers!AU) ☾ ♫ ∞ ♡

“Your hatred for Kim Donghan was strong. Just the mention of him made your blood boil, but when his dance crew end up sharing a studio with yours, it seems like sometimes, it’s easy to blur the lines between love and hate.”

Saudade (NU'EST’s JR Soulmates!AU) ☆ ☾ ♫        coming soon!

“In a world where your soulmate’s last words are etched on your skin, it wasn’t hard for you to imagine a future with your boyfriend. However, one fated phone call changes everything.”

Strawberry-Scented Memories (Stray Kids’ Han Jisung Amnesia!AU) ☾ ♫ ☆

“Memories. A vestige of the past. Something you desperately reach for, yet cannot obtain. However, with new technology, maybe you can find something buried deep inside your mind that you cannot seem to live without.”

Con Amore (Stray Kids' Han Jisung Trainee Reader!AU) ☾ ♫ ☆

You've worked so hard for this moment, but it seems like all of your efforts are being torn down and ripped apart. However, it seems like there's always that one person you can turn to for comfort.

thank u, next (Stray Kids' Bang Chan Rock Star!AU) ☾ ♫ ♡

Who knew a Billboard-topping song about your exes would make you shed your pop princess image and bring back the bittersweet memories you had tried so hard to push away.

Veritaserum (NCT Dream’s Na Jaemin Hogwarts!AU)  ☆ ♫ ♡

“Three drops of this and even You-Know-Who himself would spill out his darkest secrets.” Who knew that stupid potion was going to cause you to confront the stupid peach-haired Hufflepuff who stole your first kiss?

Bullet Fics:

The Softest Boy™ (Wanna One’s Daniel Bad Boy!AU) ☆ ♫

Volleyball Stars (Wanna One’s Seongwoo & Daniel Volleyball!AU) ☆ ♫

Wanna One Fuckbois ☾ ♫

Dancer Reader x Wanna One’s Seongwoo ☆

Jonghyun + Trip to Italy ☆

Boyfriend Donghyun ☆

Werewolf Daniel + Cats ☆ ♫

Soulmate Jung Jung ☆ ♫

Touch Me? ☆ ♫

High School Woojin ☆ ♫

Good Boy!Donghan & Bad Girl!Reader ☆ ♫

Drabbles:

Vampire Minhyun ∞ ♫

Father Seongwoo ☆ ♫

Hyeongseob + “I brought you an umbrella.” ☆

Woojin + “dance with me, noona” ☆

Vampire Woojin ☆ ♫

New Neighbour Seongwoo ☆

Soulmate Woojin ☆ ♫

Vampire Donghan ∞ ♫

Demon Jonghyun ☾ ♫

Friends with Benefits Donghan / 2 ∞ ♫

Ex Daniel / 2 ☾ ♫

Donghan + Work From Home ∞

Jisung + Sweater Weather ☆

Minki + Havana ☾ ♫

SFW Alphabet:

Lai Guanlin