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charmercharm3r · 2 years ago

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could i request riding but mostly fucking han in a new set of lingerie? (like a new set for him as a present for anniversary or something?)

i just cant get han out of my head lately bro 😵‍💫

oh wowww I love the idea of hannie being into lingerie. may I suggest another one of my own that alsoooo stirs that pot a bit ;) (sharing is caring) ONTO THE NEXT!!!

Scarlet Letter

HJS

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wc: 4k

Synopsis: Night owl workaholic boyfriend, needy horny girlfriend. What else needs to be said?

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, softdom!jisung, porn with no plot lol, thigh riding, thigh fucking, pretty pretty lingerie, nicknames (good girl, bunny), cum eating, reader gets a bit dumb but he loves it lol, lmk if I missed anything :3

This was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea that could end catastrophically. He hated surprises, so why were you doing this? It would’ve been easier if you’d just told him you were frustrated, god knows he would’ve been more than happy to make sure you were fucked and happy.

But no. Difficult is your middle name. Jisung wasn’t any easier going, but you knew he hated surprises, especially ones that interrupted his creative process. Then how did you still manage to put on the deep red lingerie and get to his studio? It was so cold out and you were dumb enough to hide the lace set beneath a big trench coat, one Jisung knew you to wear during the winter.

You’d been together a good amount of time, explored new sexual territories together that broadened both your horizons. However, this was exponentially new. His studio was scared, untouched and pure and free of distractions. Yet that only made you want to christen it even more.

Twiddling with the necklace he’d given you for your three month anniversary, the letter “J” was cold beneath your fingers and made you shiver. The metal against your warm skin was sort of soothing as you anxiously looked outside the window of the cab. Soon enough, the company building was coming into view and your leg started to bounce. The driver all but kicked you out, probably annoyed because it was pushing midnight and people were supposed to be at home in their warm beds.

Thankfully, the visitor pass Jisung had gifted you a while back was able to open the door after hours. You remember he asked for those privileges by begging on his knees to his manager that, “someone needs to drag me away from this place eventually. I’m just such a hard worker!” The memory made you smile for a second before fear washes over you upon heading up the elevator.

The beeping of your arrival to his floor was nowhere near the sound of your heart beating out of your chest.

He hates surprises. Oh god, he’s gonna be so mad. Maybe he’ll be happy to see me? No, he hates things like this. I should’ve just added a day to fuck in his google calendar.

Your brain wouldn’t shut up as you paced back and forth, still in front of the elevator. His studio was just a few doors down, there wasn’t supposed to be anyone else here. There was no way you’d get caught, so that wasn’t an issue. But oh, if Jisung were to get mad, you’d cry and probably sleep alone for the next few days. You couldn’t have that.

However, you missed him. Sleeping alone wouldn’t be far off from what was currently happening between you two. Jisung had been spending more and more late nights and coming back so early into the morning, just to leave as soon as the alarm went off at 8 a.m.

And you were desperate. So desperate that you’d found the deeply hidden courage to walk up to his room and open the door before you could talk yourself out of it.

“This room is occup— oh! Y/N!” Jisung sat at the desk with a pair of headphones much too large slung around his neck. A pen and yellow notepad lay in front of him with crumbled balls of paper scattered around the room.

His smile was big and bright, though eyes ridden with sleep deprivation. The same toothy grin faded within a few seconds, “baby, it’s so late. Why are you here?”

Closing the door behind you and locking it, you placed your stuff onto the couch behind him. He didn’t move, which meant he was busy, so you came to him. You walked behind his seat and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing in his hair and nipping ever so playfully at the tops of his ear. “I’ve missed you.” Truthful enough.

He took the answer well, kissing your wrist in front of him and nuzzling into your arm. “I’ve missed you too, but—“

“Ah, no but’s. I wanted to see you.” Jisung looked at you over his shoulder, confused. You’d kissed the questioning expression off his face too quick for him to retaliate, Jisung taking in your lips happily.

Though, he pulled off a moment later, “your lips are so cold. I should turn on the heater.” He moved to stand, but you pushed him back down by the shoulders and pulled out his rolling chair away from the desk. “What’re you doing? Aren’t you freezing? That coat isn’t warm enough.”

Now or never, I guess.

“Then warm me up,” the words were a sultry whisper. A good start, Jisung hadn’t told you to go home just yet.

The stumble in his words gave time for you to stand up tall and confident, then untie the front of the coat. His jaw dropped along with the garment to reveal the scarlet lingerie. Jisung was practically drooling, eyes raking up and down your body unsure of where to look. You particularly liked how he ogled you, running your prettily painted nails over the snuggly fit garters around your thighs that made the flesh slightly spill over, then up the lacy underwear– the hole in the crotch was a wonderful touch that he could find for himself– and finally snapping at the strap of the sheer balconette bra.

Jisung groaned deeply, slumping back into his chair and spreading his legs. “What did I do to deserve this?” His voice strained as he pushed his hair back.

As you slowly walked up to him, Jisung hurriedly hooked his fingers into the strappy garters and tugged you closer, now standing between his legs. Warm hands palmed at the skin of your thighs and up your ass as he took in your appearance, his tongue quite literally hanging out of his mouth. You let him touch and grope you because just having him near was already rewarding in itself. His tongue disappeared back into his mouth as you reached down to cup his face, thumb swiping at the wet spot he’d left. “You’ve been away too long, baby. Been needing you so badly.”

You simultaneously threw one leg over his lap and moved to straddle him, exposing your bare cunt as you towered over his figure. However, his gaze fell onto your chest right in front of his face, not noticing the crotchless panties until you stripped one of his hands off your ass to cup your pussy. Jisung’s eyes went wide at your assertiveness as well as the sudden wetness that coated his fingers. “What– oh, have mercy. Look at you.”

He slid his fingers through your soaked folds as his thumb played with the lace hem of your panties, clearly enjoying the filthiness of it all. As you moved to remove the headphones from around his neck, Jisung’s horny brain snapped back into work mode. “Fuck, babe I can’t. I have so many things I still need to finish. You’re so incredibly hot and you have no idea– No. Fucking. Idea– how badly I want you. I just can’t right now.”

Pouting your lip, you caressed his cheek and pushed his bangs back, only barely grinding your hips against his hand that didn’t move. In fact, he pressed harder against you, letting you spread your slick around his fingers and rub your cunt into his warm skin, “then tell me to stop.”

Jisung didn’t speak, just watching you roll your hips and use him for your pleasure. It wasn’t until you let out a muffled whine did he finally pull away.

You looked at him with wide, glossy eyes, confused. “Poor baby. Are you that desperate you’ll take just my hand?” You nodded embarrassingly quick, not truly registering the mocking tone of his voice. “Have I been neglecting you so much you had to come bother me at work? Like a needy little bunny.”

He was getting worked up, as well. It was obvious in the cheekiness of his grin, moreso in the tent in his pants. Jisung tapped your hip to make you stand so he could pull his pants and underwear down. When you went to straddle him again, he stopped you. Jisung patted one thigh, and you knew what he wanted. He took his hard, leaking cock in hand and tugged slowly, awaiting you to take a seat. You let out another whimper, almost hesitating as you eyed his smooth thigh. “C’mon now, bunny. I have a lot of work to do. Didn’t you say you needed me?”

The nickname made you shudder. “B– but I need–”

“My cock? No, you don’t deserve that yet. What makes you think you could interrupt me and still get what you want?” The involuntary pout of your lips again made him softly reach for your hip to bring you closer and coo, “maybe if you do as you’re told, you’ll get a reward. Be a good bunny for me.”

Slightly reluctant, you did as told and climbed into his lap again, only this time his bare thigh was between your legs. Jisung radiated body heat like a furnace, you could feel it without your core even having to touch him and it made you throb in anticipation. No, this wasn’t what you wanted, not even close. But it was a step in the right direction. Bracing your hands onto his shoulders, you looked at your boyfriend with pleading eyes. He only nodded his head, not giving in.

Jisung’s head fell back against the chair, watching you hungrily through his lashes when you sat down fully. Lip between your teeth, you didn’t know what to do next. Truth be told, this isn’t something you’d ventured before, even with Jisung. The way he was looking at you, though, lustful with his cock in his hand and restrained frenzy that you knew he could unleash at any moment, you wanted so badly to appease his wishes. The only problem was how humiliating it was.

The same humiliation was something you loved coming from him. Jisung made you feel small, miniscule even as you towered over him and he was laid out bare. Using his thigh to get off was a new low blow to the embarrassment that was usually fed to you in words, nicknames like the one he decided to use today.

“I’m losing my patience, bunny. Use me now or you’re not coming at all.”

Use me now, oh how delightful that sounded. The three little words coerced you into rolling your hips forward. A stifled moan found it’s way out your mouth at the new sensation, his hot skin a strangely wonderful feeling. So you pushed your hips back, deciphering whether or not you could physically will yourself to continue or whine cutely until your boyfriend gave you what you wanted. After all, he always wanted you just as much as you wanted him, no matter how much he denied it.

But Jisung was always impatient, releasing his dick to grip tightly onto the garters and force you to move faster, guiding you and flexing his thigh. You verbally whimpered at his assistance, more like assertion in how roughly he pushed and pulled your body against him. Even if he wasn’t touching himself, you could see his own neediness when his cock twitched upward and leaked even more precum. How badly you wanted to lick it off, suck him until he was whimpering just as much as you were now.

Oh, you were picking up speed now. You probably looked feral at how quickly you’d become accustomed to this sinfully delicious feeling. Using your boyfriend like this, in this sacred room, you were coming undone much too fast. You wanted to savor this and make Jisung see how much you’d been needing him, but the feeling was too great.

His dirty mouth didn’t aid in prolonging the fun, “that’s it. Good girl, such a good bunny. What a horny little thing, aren’t you? If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t let you come at all. Make you ride me like this all night, deny you for bothering me and making a mess all over my thigh.” You cried out louder at that, almost scared he’d actually take his own words seriously. Humiliation and desperation is all that coursed your veins and made you reach under Jisung’s shirt, hooking onto the bare skin of his shoulders. You just wanted to feel him, feel that he was just teasing the way he always did when you were like this.

“Please, please let me. Need it, need it, need it. Have to cum. Have to—“ your words strung together as you grinned mindlessly against him, no longer needing his guiding hands. Still, he kept a firm grip on the garters and watched with his mouth slightly open.

“Running out of time, baby. Gotta get back to work. Cum now or don’t cum at all.”

That was all the motivation you needed to lean forward into his neck and press your clit the hardest into his thigh you had all night, clenching your own legs around him as the high made your body tense powerfully. If anyone were to have walked past the studio, they’d have heard your loud, lewd, borderline pained yet blissful moans as your hips came to a halt.

You almost didn’t hear Jisung whispering in your ear, his hands coming up your back and pulling your upper body closer to his. The feeling of his chest beneath your fingers was the only thing grounding you from the embarrassing yet scandalously delicious actions you just took part in.

“Come back to me, baby,” he said sweetly, digging his hands beneath your ass and grasping firmly. You hummed in response, then yelped in surprise when he stood up and took you with him.

Your ass came into contact roughly with the desktop he’d been working at. To catch yourself from falling you’d accidentally knocked away the notepad and scattered the crumbled papers to the floor.

Jisung no longer looked relaxed like he did when he was below you. This was the frenzy, the lust and unadulterated nature that came forth when he was frustrated— whether that be from work, life, sexually, anything and everything. And you were there to take it happily with your legs wide open.

He had to do very little to get you to spread for him again, cunt glistening from your orgasm and new wave of arousal from seeing your usually reserved boyfriend so worked up. The dim yellow orange lights lit up his face beautifully, hungry and so full of love at the same time.

As if second nature, you took the initiative to scoot forward on the desk and make more room for Jisung to tap his heavy cock against your sensitive pussy. Nerves raw, the feeling made you jolt and clench around nothing. “Oh, how cute. Such a pretty pussy. My bunny’s got the prettiest little cunt. Perfect for me.”

Mindlessly he muttered, just running the tip of his cock through your wet, used folds. “Listen to that, baby. You’re so wet. What’s got you all worked up?” He made a show of spreading your arousal even more, precum mixing and coating his dick thickly.

“Y— you. Need more, need you.” Jisung chuckled at that, your voice reeking of deprivation.

“Fuck yeah, you need me. Clenching around nothing like a slut. Are you a slut, bunny?” You only hummed, to which Jisung lightly smacked his dick against your overwhelmed clit and made you jump again.

“Yes! Yes, a slut— your slut. Please,” hips bucking up, you reached for his disheveled shirt to tug him impossibly closer. Jisung gave you that, let you pull him in and push his shirt over his head though not taking it off entirely, just enough so his abs were on display for you.

Dragging your nails down his chest, Jisung’s eyes fluttered closed as his handle on your thighs tightened. He let out a guttural moan before hiking your knees up and taking a step in. At this angle, all he needed to do was slide in, but first he’d placed your knees to his pecs, heels steadying you on the table. Your nails trailed over his biceps and forearms, finally enticing him to fill you.

The initial stretch was so intensely maddening, you’d been craving it for so long that your eyes physically crossed and rolled back, another loud moan following. Jisung himself wasn’t any sturdier, stuttering into your cunt as you engulfed him in heat. It took him a minute to calm down when he’d finally gotten to the hilt, taking in your lips with a sweet, reassuring kiss. Even when you were contorted like this, Jisung never failed to make sure you were comfortable.

When he’d regained his composure— all the while you were slowly losing yours— he moved his grip from your legs to your ass, taking in handfuls as he pulled out half way before slamming back into you. It was lazy in the way he opted for pulling you to him rather than pushing his hips towards you, though you didn’t mind. The desk shook and he’d met his own actions half way, hitting your deepest parts from the very start.

It wasn’t sloppy but it wasn’t graceful, either. Nowhere near should it have been considered lovemaking when he was taking you so harshly, so primally that all you could do was whimper and hold on for dear life. All the more, it was the kind of fucking you’d been so helplessly needing.

Solid, consistently Jisung kept his rhythm until his own touch starved body began to betray him, orgasm arising much too quickly for his liking. He had to pull out before he finished prematurely.

You hummed sadly as he did, bringing the previous (weightless) threats to the forefront of his mind again. “Still not satisfied, bunny? You got to cum, even had my cock. What more could you want?”

Relaxing your legs and letting them hang off the desk, you took his hand in yours and pulled him in for another uncoordinated kiss. Against his lips, you muttered, “want your cum— inside— cum inside me— want it— deserve it—“

“Oh no, you don’t deserve it,” Jisung detaches from your lips and kneaded the flesh of your thighs, toying with the garters again.

“But I was good. Did as you asked—“

He looked around the room for anything to clock you on. Your hand rested on top of the yellow notepad, ink smeared and crumpled, he smirked. “Where are we right now?”

You looked at him, confused, eyes watery and shaky. Still, you answered him, “your work.”

“That’s right. You barged in here, baby, demanding I fuck you. Is that right?” You nodded, ashamed. “I think I’ve been more than generous. You don’t get my cum tonight. Bad girls need to learn.”

With that, Jisung stepped aside for a moment to bring your legs together then lift them up, hooking them into the crook of his arm and gently leaning them to the side. If you were confused before, you were even more now. Though, Jisung always had a way of impressing you with his genius mind.

Creative as always, he took his cock in hand again and used your arousal as lubrication. You watched him intently, hole clenching around nothing, so needy and wet. He kept it that way, pushing the blunt cockhead into your raw clit before messily sliding it up and between the warmth of your closed thighs. You suppose you were both trying new things tonight.

This was torture in its sinfully purest form. Only barely did his dick graze your swollen bundle of nerves on every push and pull. Jisung almost laughed at the desperation on your face— almost. He couldn’t really do that, he had to push down his cute aggression to just give in and just fuck you senseless, though you were already half way there. No more concept of time or where you were, you were brainless and pliant beneath his hold.

“Perfect little fuck bunny,” he muttered, occasionally catching his lip between his teeth. “Look what you made me do. Wish I could be fucking you right now. My bad girl needs to learn, though.” You held back tears, overwhelmed from your previous orgasm and his words, paired with the shameful way he used you and that you were loving it. If your moans didn’t give you away, the useless clenching of your cunt surely did. “My naughty bunny with her pretty hole. Want to be filled? Want me to stuff you full?”

“Yes, please! All I want, I won’t bother you again. I promise!” Jisung smiled down at you, his eye catching the initial necklace around your neck. Simultaneously, he gripped your legs tighter with one arm, brought his free hand down to your cunt and circled your entrance with his fingertips, while leaning forward and connecting his lips to your neck. You had to steady yourself from tipping over at the sheer force of him.

One more pleading cry, he sunk two fingers into you, picking up the pace of his slick cock between your thighs. It took him a second, but matched the speed of the digits with his thrusts. It wasn’t nearly as good as his cock would’ve been, but the light graze across your clit was slowly nearing you closer to the delightful edge once again.

His teeth somehow found the pendant of your necklace, keeping it in his mouth as he fucked you, fucked himself and using you to do it. It was so dirty and taboo, the location just being the icing on the cake. Your hand tangled itself in his hair and pushed his face deeper into your bra clad chest. Your scent was overwhelming him, teetering him on the very brink of combustion until you regained half the mind to speak.

“Be good— swear I’ll be good. Good bunny. Cum, please cum.”

Jisung couldn’t hold back anymore. A sudden rush of extra adrenaline made him rut faster into the ring of your plush thighs with no more pattern. His thighs slammed against your ass and finger pushed deeper into your cunt, your pleasure just barely behind his own desire to get off in this very moment. When he finally came, hand in your cunt stilling then decorating the scarlet garment with his hot, white seed, Jisung’s brain flipped. He watched your mouth drop and let go of your legs, falling to his knees and immediately attaching his lips to your clit. The pace of his fingers was nowhere near the speed they were before, but rather focusing his energy on sucking you in. The softness of his lips were soothing and stimulating at the same time, a wonderful change of pace that was all you needed to reach your own final high. The blinding white light clouded your vision and made your body shake in pleasure, with Jisung holding you down through all of it.

When your muscles relaxed and you slumped back onto the desk, your boyfriend stood, taking you into his arms. He was sweaty, you were sweaty but also covered in his cum. Brushing your hair from your forehead, Jisung used the same two fingers that were in your pussy and picked up some of his cum, bringing them to your lips. You took it gratefully, tasting both you and him as you swallowed everything he gave you.

Humming satisfaction, Jisung stripped his shirt off and draped it over your tired body. It was a sweet gesture considering you only had a coat for the ride home.

He kissed you gently, helping you off the desk and into his chair while he reorganized the room. “Was that worth the interruption?” You finally spoke up, somewhat nervous of his answer.

Jisung looked up at you from where he crouched on the floor and picked up the fallen papers. He sported the goofiest, brightest smile, “definitely worth it. Can I schedule another one? I’ll put it in my google calendar.”

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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year ago

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― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, implied smut, royals au, runaway royalty, idiots to lovers, medieval settings ― word count : 4.413

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

«Has anybody even remotely thought about asking me?» you inquired, looking into your father’s - the King, eyes. Despite the sorrow you saw in them at the new he just threw on you, he sighed, knowing that he had to think about his Kingdom before his - or his family’s, desires.

«There was no reason to do that,» he stood up from his throne, and you followed his movements with a dejected expression. «You will marry Prince Minho, whether you like it or not.»

Even if you wanted to scream your disappointment and the fact that you were utterly opposed to this decision, you knew that your hands were metaphorically tied; you were receiving an order directly from the King and in front of the Council, the only thing you could do was obey.

With hastened steps, you exited the Council room and headed to your private chambers, immediately referring to your lady in waiting what just happened.

«Everyone says Prince Minho is a charming gentleman,» she tried, watching as you were pacing around the room while trying to secretly come up with a plan that would have taken you out of that situation, «I’m sure you’ll be happy!» she said, and an idea popped into your mind at the speed of light.

«You know what would make me happier?» you quickly turned towards her, your fingers politely intertwined in front of your stomach, «Going to my private mansion for few months.» your lady in waiting hummed, furrowing her eyebrows, pondering the option, unaware that the troublemaker side of your personality already came up with the plan of running away.

«I suppose it’s an option,» she sighed, «The marriage will take place in six months.» With that, you didn’t bother to justify why you put in your luggage an insane amount of definitely not needed clothes.

Two days: that was the maximum amount of time you allowed yourself to remain into your mansion, before eventually changing your mind once again because you’ve always lived surrounded by luxury. It was indeed a risk, you’ve never lived by yourself and you knew very little about the tasks of everyday life, but you were clever, and in case of emergency, you knew how to use a sword; you could do it.

At this point, you firmly believed that anything would have been better than marrying someone you neither knew nor love.

«I can’t believe I’m doing this» you held a leather bag containing few change of clothes and a good amount of money to your chest; securing a short dagger inside your boot, you let your skirt fall over it, before wearing a dark cape which hid your identity from unwanted eyes.

The clothes you were wearing were much more humble than you were used to, but you didn’t have time to check yourself in the mirror to see whether they looked good on you or not. The only thing belonging to your Princess status you decided to take with you was your necklace, the one you always wore; it had the royal emblem on it, and it was the only thing which could make people recognize you as the Princess if you ever decided to come back home.

Without looking back, you carefully walked through the corridor of your mansion, taking advantage of the much lower number of guards surveying the area, and in the dead of the night, you disappeared.

One week into your new life and you realized that running faster than rumours was indeed impossible; you were peacefully sitting on a stool next to a counter in a local tavern when you managed to catch few words from the table sitting behind you.

From what they were saying, someone ran away from their castle; even if you didn’t hear their pronouns or the first part of the sentence you tensed up, deducing they were talking about you. What you didn’t know was that someone else was listening to the same conversation, his shoulders tense and his eyes attentive; someone which managed to sit on the stool next to you without you even noticing, due to how focused you were, trying to make out as many words as you could despite the loud chattering in the tavern.

«Listen to me!» someone urged from the table you focused your attention on, «The King is offering a lot of money if we ever find-»

«It’s not polite to eavesdrop.» someone said from next to you, and your head quickly turned on your left, acknowledging the young boy which was staring at you with a knowing grin, his cheek placed on the palm of his hand.

«I wasn’t eavesdropping.» you answered, adverting your gaze immediately, feeling your cheeks heating up due to the fact that not only you’ve been caught but also, the stranger who did that was incredibly handsome; he wore a simple dark green cotton shirt and a jacket of the same colour on it, his clothes didn’t look particularly expensive, but you immediately recognized that it was indeed a good quality fabric.

«Sure,» he chanted, before sipping from the glass he had in front of himself; since that moment, the stranger remained next to you, occasionally doing small talk to break the uncomfortable silence.

«Why are you even bothering to-» as you turned your head towards him, you noticed them; a small group of men was staring at you, occasionally mumbling things between themselves, you quickly figured out they were bandits, or worse.

«Bingo,» he sighed, relieved that you finally noticed them as well, «you probably shouldn’t wander around all alone, at night. Don’t you have a husband?» despite the nosy question, his tone was gentle, his brows delicately furrowed as he locked your gaze with yours.

«I don’t.» you simply answered; the stranger hummed in response, and you both fell silent. Eventually, you let him walk you towards the inn where you were spending the night.

When you woke up, it was barely before dawn; you knew you got far away enough from the Castle, but your destination was still far away, therefore, sleeping more than needed was useless. The innkeeper was an old woman, and she was more than willing to prepare a quick breakfast for you.

«I will not let my guests travel with an empty stomach!» she smiled, the wrinkles on her face framing a gentle and sincere expression; anytime she complimented your manners you couldn’t help but tense up, hoping that no strange thoughts ever popped into her mind about you being some sort of noble.

Sometimes, you let your mind wander to your days back in the Castle, undoubtedly missing them and thinking about what could have happened if you ever decided to come back; deep inside you, you thought that they would not accept your return, throwing you away for good and definitely removing you from your position.

With a sigh, you eventually got out from the inn, resigned with the fact that you were planning to reach at least the next town without having a horse; taking a deep breath, you started walking towards the empty streets of the village.

«We meet again,» you heard a familiar voice say; you glanced on your left, and the stranger you met yesterday night was now effortlessly walking on top of a low stone wall, his fingers intertwined behind his nape and occasionally looking at you with a sly smile.

«Yeah, I can’t believe, I’m so lucky.» you answered, your voice flat and trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible because it was still early in the morning and you didn’t want to wake anyone up.

«Where are you going so early in the morning?» he asked, and you wondered why you felt so annoyed at the boy, since you didn’t even know him.

«I’ll tell you only if you tell me where you are going.» you retorted, acknowledging the fact that he was carrying a bag as well, and therefore he was travelling to; no one would wake up at such an unholy hour just to take a walk.

«The City of Duvencrune.» he answered with a shrug, and you halted your steps. Duvencrune was a neutral city, and many people occasionally looked for shield in there, either because there was a bounty on their head or simply because they wanted to live far from the strict Kingdom’s rules. Through the years, Duvencrune’s popularity increased, and therefore the city became much bigger. It was not a safe place for a woman travelling on her own – even less for a Princess, but you didn’t know where else to go.

«Don’t tell me, you’re going there too?» the boy asked, jumping off the wall as a crossroad approached and standing in front of your frame; you nodded, adverting your eyes from his face, since the rising sun hitting on part of his features contributed on making him look even more handsome.

«And who are you supposed to be?» you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest, admiring how the sunlight danced on his raven black hair.

«Lino,» he smiled, and you snorted, shaking your head.

«Sounds like a fake name to me.» you said, raising your eyebrow.

«Sounds like the only name you’ll get.» he winked at you, before turning away and resume his actions of walking while his hands were once again intertwined behind his nape.

«Come on, my horse is that way!» he called out, nodding towards the stable, and you immediately started walking.

«I don’t have a horse.» you admitted; honestly, you thought about taking a horse from the stable the night you ran away but you figured you’d be more recognizable.

«I guess someone’s going to walk, then.»��Lino shrugged, and you narrowed your eyes; if this boy wanted to get under your skin, he was doing an excellent work. Turns out, someone really ended up walking: Lino.

Long story short, he made you sit on his horse instead of him because he was tired of your continuous complaining, and you spent half of the time looking at him from above. Contrarily to you, Lino didn’t complain about the fact that he was tired, not even once, but you were a Princess, and Princesses were meant to be gentle, humble and caring.

«Come up,» you simply said, re-adjusting your position to make some space on the saddle. «We don’t have all life to get to Duvencrune!» you immediately added as soon as you saw Lino’s smirk, trying to make it clear that you were only doing it because he was too slow.

Lino easily climbed on the horse and sat behind you, his arms caging your frame while holding the reigns of the horse; you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but somehow, in that moment, you felt safe.

Unexpectedly enough, Lino was not as obnoxious as you originally thought. First of all, he could do a lot of things more than you – for example start a fire, and anytime you asked him why he was going to Duvencrune, he’d brush it off with a vague excuse. Since you weren’t being honest in the first place, you never tried to look too much into it; Lino never asked you why you were traveling, or when he did, he accepted your answers.

Even so, the boy had an exceptional talent: he managed to get under your skin as if it was his job. Lino himself admitted that by now, it was his favourite thing to do; to him, your flustered reactions or the fact that you didn’t think twice before answering him with a sarcastic retort was interesting to him, because he definitely was used to be treated in a whole different way.

The fact that you didn’t think twice to stood up for yourself was incredibly alluring for Lino, and the fact that you acted in such an elegant way with everything you did made him question whether you said the truth about who you were; however, even if you were lying, Lino was definitely not in the place to say anything about it.

«Don’t fall asleep,» Lino’s voice startled you, and you were thankful for his arms around your waist, or you probably would have fallen from the horse, «we’re almost there.» he added, his voice a little gentler than you were used to, and you focused not to doze off once again and settled for waiting to arrive at the next town, just to fall asleep on a real bed.

To say you were exhausted was a euphemism; today had been hectic. The day started with Lino waking you up at an unholy hour during the night, claiming that someone was getting close and therefore, you had to go; you complied, probably after sleeping for three hours at maximum, but blindly following Lino’s orders because sleep deprived you decided that he was worthy of your trust.

Turned out, Lino was right, you spent a part of your morning trying to outrun a small group of bandits, and when you thought you did; they eventually catched up. All the money the both of you possessed was carefully hidden under the horse’s saddle, so the bandits settled for stealing part of the clothing in your bags, before tying you up and walk away.

At least, this is what Lino told you because as soon as they catched up, you fainted. «Care to tell me why you have a busted lip?» you asked the boy next you as soon as you regained consciousness, momentarily narrowing your eyes due to your headache.

«I tried to defend you, they believed I was your lover,» he tilted his head towards you, few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes, «I look hotter, now.» Lino winked, confidently, and you scoffed.

«Thank you,» you admitted, the feeling of relief mixing up with the feeling of guilt because, despite you mutual growing feelings towards each other, you were lying to him.

Even if you found strange the fact that a small group of bandits settled for stealing clothes, you didn’t question it any further; your head was about to explode, and you wanted to sleep.

The inn was small and cosy, and you and Lino were resting in two different bedrooms, one in front of each other; you wished him goodbye as soon as you arrived, unaware about Lino staring at your retreating figure with worried eyes. As quickly as you could, you took your clothes off, only to wear your nightdress before laying on your bed, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible.

With an annoyed groan, you opened your eyes, immediately recognizing the nature of the noises coming from the room next to yours. Undoubtedly, they were having much more fun than you, but you needed to sleep; glancing out of the window, the jet black and moonless sky met your eyes, and you walked out of bed and without thinking twice about what you were doing, quickly heading out of your door, not bothering to wear a cape over your nightdress.

Closing the door behind your back and locking it with your personal key, you walked towards the room in front of you, knocking few times and hoping that Lino wasn’t asleep.

“What if he’s with someone as well?” you thought, the feeling of unexplained jealousy creeping into your soul, before you heard the door unlock.

«What is it?» Lino asked, his eyes still closed and his voice still full of sleep.

“Of course he sleeps shirtless,” you thought, after taking a quick glance at his firm and toned chest – now that he was too asleep to realize it; instinctively, you reached out to ruffle his messy black hair, but you eventually stopped your hand in mid-air, refraining from doing so.

«The couple next to my room is having sex,» you explained, walking past him and leaving your room’s key on his nightstand before throwing yourself on his bed.

«Uh, do you want to turn it into a competition, or…?» he mumbled, closing the door and still too asleep and too confused on why you decided to walk into his room in the middle of the night. As you looked at Lino walking towards the bed while ruffling his hair even further with a soft yawn, you thought that you probably wouldn’t have minded.

«Maybe in your dreams,» you retorted instead, suppressing the wave of desire that hit you by rolling on your side so that he’d face your back.

«Where am I supposed to sleep?» the bed creaked under Lino’s weight, and you felt his fingers poking at your side, slightly tickling you.

«With me, but if you try something, I’ll kill you.» you answered, ignoring how your heart immediately picked up pace as you felt Lino lay down next to you; you’ve never slept with a man, nor sexually, nor in the most innocent way.

«I knew you were kinky.» you heard him joke; of course, you couldn’t know, but Lino’s heart was beating so fast it was almost matching the pace of yours.

Somehow, during the night, the both of you shifted and unknowingly re-arranged your position; you were now laying on your side, partially laying on Lino’s chest and your head was in the crook of his neck, his arms securely wrapped around you.

Lino woke up earlier than you did, gently caressing your face and admiring your features when your necklace suddenly caught his attention; you were loosely holding onto it, and the familiar emblem made him act on instinct.

With extremely careful movement in order not to wake you up, he gently took the necklace from your head, before exhaling a breathless laugh, shaking his head, his head falling back on the cushion for few seconds that he spent staring at the ceiling.

«I can’t believe it,» Lino whispered, placing your necklace in your hand once again, before smiling softly at your asleep frame, «I guess you’re really my destiny, Princess.» gently rolling you on your side an in the position you fell asleep in, he never mentioned that he woke up with you cuddling close to his body, neither than he knew who you were; he decided it was his small secret.

Duvencrune was indeed as beautiful as people said, the city was partially built on the side of a mountain, using its stones so that the houses looked like they were erupting from nature itself; you and Lino opted for staying at one of the locals inn, not bothering to ask for separate rooms since by now, you’ve been travelling together for two months.

As much as you were happy about the fact that you finally managed to reach your destination and therefore, you could live your life starting from zero, you were also scared about facing your own feelings for Lino.

During your travel your relationship naturally changed into something you couldn’t really pinpoint; you’d still tease each other but instead of feeling your soul burn with the instinct of reach out and physically fight him, you’d feel a soft warmth slowly spreading in your chest, leaving you flustered and shy.

In your shared room, Lino had both his hands on the railing, trapping you between his body and the balcony behind your back; you had to admit that the rainstorm was providing a more than romantic atmosphere to your evening. Lino’s eyes repeatedly shifted from your eyes to your lips; his desire to kiss you was undeniable, and it managed to make you feel as if you were suffocating.

Of course, you had feelings for him and of course, you wanted to kiss him as well. However, how could you expect Lino to return your feelings when all you have done has been lying about your identity?

Lino inched closer to you, his lips few millimetres apart from yours; in that moment, you took your final decision. Even if you wanted to love him and wanted to be loved by him in return, he had the right to know the truth; whether to love a coward who ran from her own marriage would have been his choice.

You turned your head at the last moment, so that Lino’s lips met your cheek, and you closed your eyes, immediately holding onto his arm in order to keep him close to you.

«Let me explain,» you mumbled, aware that he heard you loud and clear due to how close you were. Lino shook his head, clearly about to tell you that there was nothing you should explain, when you furtherly asked him to hear you out.

With that, you lead him back inside just to sit in front of each other at the small table in your shared room, and you kept glancing at him while nervously playing with your fingers.

«Look,» Lino sighed, running a hand through his hair. «I’m sorry if I made this awkward, I-»

«I lied.» you suddenly said, cutting him off; Lino tilted his head, looking at you, expectantly. With a quick move, you took off your necklace for the first time since you left the mansion, and placed it to the table, so that Lino could look examinate it closer if he wanted to.

«Remember back then, the men talking in the tavern? About- about the bounty... Well, I'm the Princess. I ran away as soon as my marriage with Prince Minho was announced.» Lino’s eyes bore into yours, trying not to give away the fact that he already knew who you were, «I like you – a lot, actually, but I can’t be with you knowing I’m lying and therefore, putting you in danger.»

Lino raised his eyebrows, running his hands through his hair while looking at you with a serious expression; you were about to ask his opinion on his matter when he simply scoffed, exhaling a brief breathless laugh. You furrowed your brows, watching Lino standing up from his chair in order to look for something in his leather bag.

«Do you remember when I told you my name, and you told me that it sounded fake?» he placed an almost identical necklace next to yours, with a different emblem embroided on it. «Well, you were right.» he said, as soon as he saw you holding his necklace just to examinate it closer. «I ran away as well, I’m Prince Minho.» now it was your turn to look at him with an incredulous expression.

What were the odds of coincidentally meeting the person you were supposed to marry, when both of you ran away from home?

Minho was now partially sitting on the table, and you abruptly stood up in realization.

«I have to get married to you?» you asked, still dumbfounded.

«Yes, Princess,» Minho chuckled, effortlessly pulling you to his body, «If we manage to get back in time.»

«We’ll leave tomorrow in the morning,» you nodded to yourself, running your hands on Minho’s chest, «I don’t care if it took us an eternity to get here.» your heart felt weightless at the realization that you were almost cheating on your future husband with, well, your future husband.

«Oh,» he raised an eyebrow with a sly grin, «so you want to get married to me?» Minho, which had both his arms around your waist, sneaked his right hand upwards along your arm, until it eventually reached your face, in order to brush few strands of hair behind your ear.

«Yes, I do… I like you,» you admitted, unsure, «You don’t?»

Minho gently cupped your cheek, mumbling a quiet and almost inaudible «Of course I do.» before closing the space between your lips; you sighed, immediately returning it, while holding him as close as you could.

Despite the fact that you both spent two entire months desiring each other, Minho’s lips were gentle and caring, gentleness that dissipated in the same moment he heard a quiet whine escape your mouth and a tentative nibble on his lower lip; the kiss became more passionate as seconds went by, Minho holding your body close to his as if his life depended on it.

«I think we should anticipate our honeymoon,» Minho mumbled against your lips, sliding off the table and reverse your positions so that he had you pinned against it.

«I think that you can be smart when you want,» you retorted, and let Minho pick you up and lay you down on the bed.

That night, you and Minho made love for the first time – the first of a countless times, the heavy rainstorm providing as a background noise and Minho’s hair fell over your body as if it were gentle raindrops, anytime he left a trail of kisses on your skin.

Six months later, just like that night, there was a rainstorm outside of the Castle; you sighed, content with how many things managed to happen.

Both you and Minho decided to go back to your Castle, since it was the closest from Duvencrune, and as soon as the guards recognized you, well, it was quite a scandal, since the both of you managed to unleash absolute chaos in two different Reigns.

Minho was much better at lying than you were, and explained that the two of you had been exchanging letters in secrets and eventually gave in to the desire to meet; your parents believed that, and despite the fact that you managed to worry almost everyone in your Kingdom, your marriage was still safe.

You and Minho got married two months after your return, and you moved to his Castle, your new home; the cheesy realization that you managed to feel at home anywhere – also in front to a bonfire in the middle of nothing, as long as Minho was with you made you smile, and with a small giggle, you rolled on the bed, seeking for Minho’s cuddles. Or at least, you tried to.

«Can you please move your fat ass?» you groaned at Minho’s frame completely sprawled out on your shared bed and preventing you from rolling on your back.

«I don’t have a fat ass.» Minho groaned, rolling back on his side of bed and waiting for you to get comfortable so that you could cuddle.

«You do, and I love it.» you giggled, gently slapping on Minho’s butt a few times in rapid succession.

«Of course you do.» he chuckled, before kissing your head.

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I had these two similar requests, so I decided to combine them into one. Whoever saw the other post… No you didn’t. Enjoy!

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3 “aww, you’re blushing”

6 “ are you…? oh my god. you are.”

69 “i don’t think i’ve ever seen your face so red.”

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Revenge

Lee!Han, Minho

Ler!Han, Minho

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“We have plenty of pictures on your phone! And plus, digital images are not fun.” Minsung were arguing over something dumb again. What could it be this time…

Han kept on insisting on taking more pictures together, because there is no such thing as too many. Minho, on the other hand, disagreed.

Jisung really wanted to go out that day. Like a mini date. They could grab some food, discover some new photo spots and just spend quality time together. But the main thing on his mind was to buy a camera. One that prints pictures right after taking them, to be specific.

Minho, obviously, wasn’t a big fan of the idea. He just wanted to completely waste his free day by watching TV and eating snacks all day long.

“Come onnn, hyung~ This is our only chance to go out, and you just wanna throw it away just like that?” the quokka bribed the older “I already said no. There is absolutely nothing that would make me change my mind.”

“Please, please, please~ I’ll literally do anything!” the leader of danceracha definetly underestimated his weakness againts whiny Jisung “No.” Minho really tried denying the offer. Even in his mind. But he was already convinced. Han only had to pull his arm up and down and complain childlishly to change the cat lover’s principles.

“So first we’re gonna go to the market and get some beutiful matching bracelets. Then I’m thinking about taking you to this super cute anime-japanese store, where we can buy delicious snacks and lastly we can eat at that fancy restaurant that we saw last week!”

“Hm… Sound like a lot of work…” Lee Know complained “More like a lot of fun! This is gonna be the best date ever!” the squirrel happily smiled, showing his toothy smile.

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“Minho hyung, come look at this!” Han exitedly called the older over “What is it?” “Just look at these necklaces! This one has a little cat, see? This one is going to be yours! And look at this cute quokka! I’ve never seen one on a piece of jewelry…”

Minho, once again, tiredly hummed, murmuring something under his breath. He just wanted to go home…

After paying for their new pendants, Minsung made their way to the anime shop. Jisung was very much looking forward to visiting this place. He had always wanted to go there, but always felt too nervous to go alone.

The whiny cat followed his owner for a while. The all-rounder kept on stopping and checking out different figurines, flipping thru mangas and begging the older to buy him some cute stickers and keychains.

Finally, after what felt like years of wandering around the massive building, the couple reched the exit. Minho was so exited to go buy some snacks and finish off their hang out with some delicious dinner. But one last thing caught the curious boy’s eye.

“Look, hyung. A photo booth! And it’s anime themed. Is this heaven?” the rapper exitedly walked towards the mentioned place “Wait, we’re not actually stopping here, are we?” Lee Know stood there with his mouth wide open.

“Why not? There are no people around. And it’s also an opportunity to get some more pictures together!” Jisung gripped the other boy’s arm and dragged him towards the dreaded place.

“Come on, you go first!” the squirrel like boy pushed his hyung into the tight space. When both them both entered the photo booth, Lee Know noticed how little space there was. He felt like a sardine with how close Han was. They were not just touching shoulders. They were basically sitting on eachother. Jisung was sitting on him to be specific.

“Now smile, hyung!” the maknae of 3racha encouraged the older as he inserted a coin into the machine. A loud clicking noise was heard and the lights set up inside shone bright into the boys eyes. Suddenly, a long piece of paper slid out right into Jisung’s hands.

“Look, it’s us!” the younger shoved the pictures into Minho’s face “Yah, I see them. Can we go now?” Han was about to agree, but then he looked closer into his souvenir.

“Wait… Did you not smile?” the spark in the boy’s eyes dissapeared. Minho almost felt bad “Well, you forced me to come with you, so why should I smile if I’m not happy?” “You little- I’ll make you smile!”

“YAHAHAHAHA DOHOHON’T!” the mischevious bunny was no longer worried about making his friend sad. He was now busy fighting Jisung’s long, tickly fingers off his ticklish sides.

“Aww, you’re blushing!” the quokka teased, only pressing his fingers deeper in “NOHOHOHO SUHUHUHNGIE PLEHEHEASE!” the worst part was that Minho was completely immobile. The tickler’s body weight combined with the tight space made it imposible to move any more than he was able to at the moment. Which wasn’t much.

“FUHUHUHUCK PLEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” Once the rapper reached his armpits, he knew it was over. Tears had started running down his cheeks by now. Lee Know definetly underestimated his sensitivity.

Ji on the other hand was very much enjoying himself. Not only did he get to have the most amazing day, but he also got to wreck the shit out of his hyung.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your face so red.” the dancer’s toothy smile seemed to be permanently stuck on his beet-red face. But once the ler reached his preciou’s lee’s deathly ticklish thighs, Minho could tell that he was near his limit.

“H-HAHAHAHAN MEHEHEHEECY PLEHEHEHEASE…!” the poor boy was struggling to breathe. But he’d be dead wrong if he denied liking this.

Jisung wanted to check one last thing before finishing off with the older by lighly stroking his neck “are you…? oh my god. you are.” his theory was proven right when his victim elicited some of the sweetest giggles and scrunched up the sensitive body part.

“How many more places are you ticklish on!” Before Lee Know could push the younger off, Han had already dug his fingers into the older’s neck and collarbone area.

“Smilee, hyung~” the all-rounder threw yet another coin into the machine while scratching the cat mom’s neck. This time, he would most definetly be smiling.

After a few more seconds and some posing, the final and most perfect pictures came out “We look so cute! Look, Minho hyung. See, you’re smiling this time~” Han teased.

“Yah! Don’t think you can get away with this!” the bunny used both hands to poke Hannie, succesfully forcing him out of the photo booth.

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Minsung had filled their stomachs up and were sitting comfortably on the couch. Lee Know decided to visit the 3racha and Hyunjin dorm to watch a movie with Han.

They had already chosen the perfect movie to watch. About 30 minutes had passed and both of them were pretty invested. Especially Jisung. Which is exactly what Minho wanted.

“Are you enjoying this movie?” the cat man asked “Shut up, please” oh he was so going to make him regret that. The dancer listened to the younger. He seemed to really like the film, so the second oldest felt obligated to be nice for at least a little while. That was until he got bored.

“Remember what happened at the photo booth today?” this sentence made Han’s face redden up as he shyly nodded “Y-Yeah, of course I do…” Minho smiled hearing his bandmate’s shaky voice.

“You know, I might just want some revenge…” of course, the quokka knew this would happen. He has actually been anticipating it all day long “Um… I think that you might not need that.”

Jisung crossed his arms against his chest, trying to hide how flustered he was, the dark room making it pretty easy. To his disadvantage, the bunny knew him far too well “No need to pretend that you don’t want this, Sungie~” Lee Know teased, sliding closer to his future victim.

“I’m actually not t-ticklish” Han scoffed, turning his head cockily “Oh? Since when? Last time I checked you were the most ticklish person I know” Minho’s eyebrows raised upon hearing the statement “Well, you’ve got the wrong person, ‘cause I am not one bit… Y-You know what I mean” the maknae of 3racha evetually got far too shy to even say the dreaded word “Aww, how cute. You can’t even say it~ Let me help you with that.”

Soon enough, the leader of danceracha was wrestling with the other boy “Get ohohof mehehe! I already told you-ugh, I’m nohohot,- Yah! I tohold you to stop!” Both of them were equally as strong, but Han could be managed much easily when he was in a lee mood.

“Ohohok you win…” the shorter admited. I mean, he had to accept the truth, considering that the older had him completely pinned. He was stuck under his hyung, whom was sitting on hips, crushing his thighs with his. Not to mention that both his arms were also in the hands of the scary ler.

“Hmm… Now, where shall we start…? I have an idea! How about you tell me!” Minho had come with the most amazing idea. This was going to make the younger so shy “W-What do you mean…” “Stuttering already? Just tell me where and how you wanna be tickled! Not that complicated.”

“WHAT?! I cahahan’t do that!” “Sorry, but you mistake me for someone who cares. Now do what I told you or… I’m going to do that thing.” Han’s eyes widened in fear. Just a day or two ago, Minho had found Sung’s ultimate death spot. It was on the inside of his thigh, closer to his knee. When the older sat on his hips, with his back facing Jisung’s face, and vibrated his fingers into the dreaded spot, the rapper felt like he could confess his darkest secrets just so the ler would slow down.

“…” The younger simply did not respond. Both things were equally as flustering, he could’t choose “Well, looks like you prefer the second option”

Without a warning, Minho streched his hand behind his back, searching for the lee’s ticklish thigh “Stop squirming so much, I can’t get anything done like this…” Jisung was really testing his patience with all the movements he did just to avoid the scary fingers that creeped closer to his sensitive body part every second.

When the older finally reached his limit, he decided to turn his body to face Han’s lower half “Just say stop if it gets too much.”

Jisung gulped in fear. Soon enough, he felt Minho’s hand searching for the dreaded spot. Once they did, Han could only pray his ticklishess had gone away over night.

“Look, let’s talk about this like smart, elegant gentle-MEHEHEHEHEN” the wicked bunny wasted no time, digging his fingers in mercilessly into the ticklish flesh “We already did, Hannie.” the olders calmness was getting the quokka really badly.

“PLEHEHEHEASE HYUHUHUHUHNG DOHOHOHOHON’T!” Han whined in ticklish agony, thrashing around like a madman “I didn’t hear a stop~”

The younger’s current state looked rather… concerning. His whole face was a nice, deep cherry-red, with a vein popping out of the ticklish boy’s neck(which was equally as red). His upper body was swinging side to side. Han kept on slapping Minho’s back, but the tickler seemed to be nonchalant about it.

As ler continued the action, tears started streaming down Jisung’s neck, signaling that he was near his limit “P-PLEHEHEASE MIHIHIHINHO S-STOHOhohop…-“ As soon as Sungie’s wild cackling could no longer be heard, Lee Know stopped.

“Are you ok? Do you want to continue?” the concern in his voice was real “Y-Yeheah, j-just maybe not there anymohore…” the worry in the cat’s lover’s face quickly melted away and was replaced by mischeviousness “Then we should switch back to the first option…”

“W-What was the first option…” Jisung stuttered “Oh please, I know you remember~ Now tell me, where and how” Lee Know sweetly smiled down at the shorter “Do what?” Han tried to sound clueless “You’re being annoying. Where. And. How. Tell me this very moment or we’re going back to square one”

The rapper closed his eyes, hoping this was all a dream. He was not about to do a tutorial on how to tickle him “Look, we really don’t have to do this…” Minho gently placed his hand back onto the younger’s thigh “OKAY. Okahahay, I will do whatever you want, hyung…”

The bunny’s mouth extended into a wide grin “Oh no, Sungie! It seems to be that I’ve absolutely forgotten what tickling was! And how to do it! Can you show me? Please”

A sudden wave of heat attacked the lee’s face, rushing blood up into it “Um, so. Fuhuhuck I can’t. Hyung, I cannot do this.” Han covered his red face with his hands “Can’t do what? I don’t understand… Can you please answer my questions?!” Minho teased the younger by placing his skillful fingers onto his victim’s sensitive sides.

“Look, you’re doing great already. Juhuhust squeeze now and you will have t-tickled me” Jisung flusteredly instructed after seeing the older’s hand placement “Oh, like this?” the ler obeyed, pushing his fingers deeper into the flesh “Yehehehes, j-juhuhst like t-that”

“Are you sure, Jisung? Or should do it like this, or that, or maybe-“ Lee Know suddenly started poking, squeezing and wiggling at Han’s sides “NOHOHOHO MIHINHO DOHON’T!” said man just smiled “Where else are you… How do you call a person that very sensitive to tickles anyway, Sungie?” “YOU KNOHOHOW THAHAHAT ALREHEHEDY, STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!”

“Just tell me~!” Minho whined, squeezing Jisung’s sides even faster “YAHAHAHA I-I WIHIHILL! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!” with that, the taller slowed down “ticklish” the quokka mumbled under his breath “What? What do you call it?” the cat lover teased, inching his face dangerously quickly to his bandmate’s incredibly sensitive ears “Lee. Minho. Don’t get any closer!” Obviously, the ruthless tickler did not listen. Why would he?

“What did you say, Hannie~ What do you call it~” the way that Minho ticklishly blew air into the poor boy’s ears made him giggle like a maniac “Mihihinnie plehehehehehease stohohop i’ll tehehel you, juhuhuhst stohohop~”

Lee Know absolutely adored how Jisung didn’t even try stop him. He just firmly gripped his shoulders, lighly twitching his head.

He did stop, wanting to hear the “unknown” word “T-ticklish. That’s the word.” Han finally pushed the term out “Wow, that’s so interesting! You’re very ticklish, Jisungie, I wonder where else are you ticklish, you ticklish boy~” the quokka rolled his eyes. Minho was milking the hell out of that new word.

“Well, answer me. Where else are you ticklish?” the younger snapped out of his flustering thoughs after hearing his hyung’s request “W-what. Umm… I-I dohon’t know…” “How about… Here!” the ler’s sneaky fingers found their way to his lee’s soft tummy “Ehehehe thahat’s pretty bahahad…” Han snickered.

A sudden wave of confidence washed over the rapper’s mind. He could ask for any kind of tickles right now. No matter how much he denied it, he could’t hide how much he loved raspberries. And now was the perfect time to ask.

“Uhm, Minnie…” Han asked “What is it?” Minho slowed his movements down to hear the boy “I-I want you to g-give me rasp-raspberries… Can you?” Jisung have the best puppy eyes he could “Sure, we can go to the store to get some later!” the maknae of 3racha rolled his eyes at the second eldest’s obliviousness.

“Not those raspberries. The other ones. You know, the ones that you give me… Blowing them on my sides…” the squirrel like boy tried to guide the cat mom back to his skillful mind “I still don’t understand. You’ll have to explain it step by step~” Ji was getting more and more red by the second. He was so frustrated and fed up with the older’s teasing. Could’t he just give him what he wanted?

“Look, hyung, if you don’t stop teasing I swear I’ll lock in a photobooth with Chan-hyung!” Minho’s smile dropped for a second remembering what had happened just last week. Ever since then, he’s become photoboothphobic(i made that up btw).

To clear things up, he got wrecked really badly in there. He had been in an incredible lee mood all day long, and Chan just wanted to give what he wanted. He did satisfy the younger, but Minho didn’t want to be around the older for the next 48 hours.

“Alright, I’ll get to the point.” Lee Know shrugged. That’s when the real torture started. Minho wasn’t called the most skillful tickler of Stray Kids for nothing.

With one hand on Hannie’s hip and another wrapped around his sensitive thigh, the bunny knew what he was doing “OHOHOHO MAHAHAHA GOHOHOHSH PLEHEHEASE” “Nu-uh, you told me to stop teasing, so I won’t”

The most mischevious member combined all of his tickle knowledge into that one session. He definetly knew that Jisung’s knees were a really bad spot. So, he decided to focus on that.

“NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASEE!” Han exclaimed, gripping onto the pillow that was on the couch. Lee Know did not stop. He used both hands, one squeezing the top and one concentrated on the top. This made the quokka absolutely mad.

“M-MIHIHIHNHO HYUHUHUHUHNG JUHUHUST LIHIHSTEN FOR A MIHIHINUTE!” for your information, the dancer didn’t even bat an eye, only switching spots. He went from mercilessly attacking the younger’s kneecaps to… His new invention, if you can call it that.

“Sungie, hide your arms behind your back for me. I have an idea” Although the rapper wasn’t so fond of his hyungs future idea, he decided to trust his next moves.

He learnt a very valueable lesson that day - never trust Lee Minho.

As soon as Jisung trapped his hands under his own torso, Lee Know laid on his exhausted body. The next thing he did made Sung regret everything.

“You ready?” Han innocently nodded. Soon enough, he felt the tickler showing all 10 of his fingers in his armpits, wiggling them around into the sensitive flesh “NAHAHAHAHA WHYYY HYUHHUHUHUHG PLEHEHEHEASE MEHEHERCY” the shorter quickly regreted believing the elder.

The cat man shoved his fingers deeper into the crevice with every. Single. Wiggle. His thumb was also massaging the area above the armpit, making the process much more agonizing.

When Jisung thought it couldn’t get any worse, Minho lowered his head and started nibbling at his neck. Not mention that the dancer’s hairs were also taking part in the ticklish process.

“M-MIHIHIHINHO PLEEHEHEHEASE TH-THIS IS TOHOHOHO MUCH!” the mischevious bunny simply shrugged. Since the younger’s laughter hadn’t gone silent and he also hadn’t used the safeword, he wasn’t worried “Just say the safeword, and it’ll be over, honey~” Han blushed at the nickname. Not like you could tell, because basically every single body part that was visible was completely red.

After some more time, the cat charmer got bored. Since Hannie seemed pretty tired and close to his limit, he wanted to satisfy one last request of his.

“How many ribs do you have?” Jisung knew what this meant. His ribs were about to be counted “Twelve! I-I hahave twelve rihibs…” Minho malevolently smirked, slowly getting off the shorter “That is how many raspberries you’re getting”

The brown-eyed boy’s face dropped. Yes, he wanted some raspberries, but that many.

“Oh? Afraid you can’t handle it? Well, I have this big machine. It’s my newest invention.” Lee Know smiled, doing the infamous finger guns “Oh god, what is it this time…” “The i-dont-care-in-ator! It showcases how I don’t care how ticklish you are. That is your problem.”

With that, Minho lowered his “tool”. He vibrated his finger-guns into Jisung’s ribs. If that wasn’t enough, he also decided to add some of the requested rapberries to the mix.

“One…Two…Three” the leader of danceracha painfully and slowly counted, as he blew one ticklish air bubble after another “I-I LOHOHOHOHOVE YOU HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!”

Just as those words left Sungies mouth, Minho’s i-dont-care-inator lifted up from his body “I love you too, Ji!” Lee Know playfully peppered the younger’s face with kisses. Not directly onto his face, obviously.

“Thahahat was… A lot.” Jisung blushed, covering his face as a very flustered scream left his mouth “Well, did you like it?” Lee Know pondered “…Is it wrong that I did…?” the older jumped onto his favourite lee “That is the cutest thing ever! Please don’t ever change.”

“But please, go take a shower before bed. You’re very sweaty and stinky” the mischevious bunny sheepishly pointed out “Yah! That is your fault!”

“… So can you guys, maybe explain?”

Minsung were too busy having the most insane tickle fight to notice that the rest of the people living in the dorm were watching everything…

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Merry Christmas! Super long one for ya’ll. Took me long enough… At least some of you you got a teaser! Happy holidays, I hope you enjoy this very long fic as a special gift!

#tickle #rough tickles #stray kids #han jisung #lee know #lee!jisung #tickle community #sfw tickle community #ler!know #ler!minho #kpop tickle

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cherryeol04 · 3 years ago

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Losing Control - Pt. 4

❥ Pairings: Y/n x Everyone

❥ Genre: Wolf au, romance, fluff, omega verse

❥ Word Count: 2.7K

❥ Series: No Control

❥ 1 ･ 2 ･ 3 ･ 4 ･ 5 ･ 6 ･ 7 ･ 8 ･ 9 ･ 10 ･ 11

❥ Warning: This is a work of fiction. The members displayed in this story are not meant as an accurate portrayal of the members of Stray Kids. Everything is made up and not real!

You had lost count of the days - time seemingly frozen despite the evidence to the contrary. The world continued on but you were still trapped in that day, trying to make sense of everything that happened. The blood, Jisung, being disowned, and the death of that shifter. In a short span of a few hours so many things had occurred that left you feeling confused and heartbroken and none of it made sense.

Finding a new home had been hard. You had no money, no friends - nothing to your name. For the first few days you had simply wandered the streets, much like the first time you ran away from home. Only this time you couldn’t go back. The thought brought forth a bitter laugh.

By the grace of a higher power, you came across a shelter that offered you room and boarding. It was fairly crowded and if you weren’t back by a certain time there was no guarantee you would have a bed to sleep in at night, but it was better than sleeping in some cold alleyway, waiting for that murderer to come back and finish you off.

That murderer.

There had just been something so familiar about him and it had been plaguing you ever since. You were sure you knew who that person was. The name was just on the tip of your tongue but every time you tried to recall, it disappeared. But what was even more perplexing was the locket. You hadn’t seen it since the day you left the village. Where did it come from and why did the others have it? And why did they think you had hurt Jisung?

So many questions, so little answers and you had no way of trying to answer them.

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It had been weeks since the incident and only a few days since Jisung’s fever had broken. The young beta was still healing from his encounter with a hunter, but the worst of it had passed. The knife had been laced with silver and if Hyunjin hadn’t been nearby, Jisung would have surely died. It was only thanks to his quick thinking that saved Jisung’s life.

But at what costs. Not that Jisung’s life wasn’t important, but now that the heat of the moment had passed, a stifling pressure of sadness had fallen over the pack as once again Y/n was no longer with them. Only this time, it was their doing.

“For the last time, yes the necklace was in his hand. But that doesn’t mean-“

“It means everything. Where else could he have gotten her necklace if she wasn’t the one who stabbed him?” Minho hissed lowly, eyes narrowed at Hyunjin.

“Y/n wouldn’t do that. She loves him.”

“She’s a Hunter, this is what she was bred to do.” Minho took a few steps back, fists balled at his sides. “She shouldn’t have been trusted. We never-“

“It was your idea.” Changbin shot at him, not at all phased at the glare leveled at him. “If you weren’t so keen on picking up stray animals, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Do you think this is funny?” Minho growled. “Jisung could have died!”

“But he didn’t! And now you’re sitting here blaming someone that we care about!”

“Oh, so you're siding with him now?” Minho gestured to Hyunjin. “Do you think that’s wise?”

“Minho-“

Hyunjin turned and left the room in silence, leaving the rest of them in a stunned silence. Minho’s words had cut deeply. Even if not directly said, the implications were there and those are what hurt the most.

“It’s so nice to see your true colors Minho. Nice to know your love for us is only surface level.” Changbin spat before he chased after Hyunjin.

“That’s not what I meant.” Minho groaned and rubbed his forehead. “Fuck.”

“Are you done now?” Chan asked, raising a brow as he uncrossed his legs. Minho refused to meet his gaze or say anything. “The only person who can answer who attacked him is upstairs. Now that he’s coherent, I’m going to go ask him what happened. In the meantime, you’re going to apologize to Hyunjin for being a dick.”

Standing, Chan walked over to Minho and reached out, cupping his cheek. “I know you’re upset about what happened. We all are. But this is something we need to be sure about.” He whispered. Minho glanced at Chan, a pout slowly forming on his lips. “If you’re right, we’ve let her get away to harm others. Their deaths will be on our hands. But if we’re wrong, we have to get her back, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Minho whispered. Chan gave a reassuring smile and kissed him gently.

“Now go apologize.” Pulling away, Minho nodded and handed in the direction Changbin and Hyunjin had left him. Chan exhaled deeply, steeling himself for the conversation he was going to have to have. He made his way upstairs to Jisung’s room, entering and nearly turning tail to leave at the sight of the beta still looking so frail and weak. It hurt his heart so much, to know that there was nothing he could do to take the pain away.

He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, watching Jisung silently. He wasn’t sure how long he was sitting there until Jisung opened his eyes, but when he did, Chan was reminded once more how much he loved the other, his heart swelling.

“Hey.”

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like I was stabbed.” Jisung joked, but Chan didn’t laugh. “Damn, tough crowd.”

“Sungie.”

“Yeah yeah.” Jisung sighed heavily. “Please save the lecture. I know I should have been careful. But in my defense, the guy didn’t seem threatening.”

“It’s more-“ Chan stopped himself and frowned. “Wait, guy?” Jisung nodded. “You mean, like as in a man?”

“Yeah…” Jisung trailed off as he pushed himself up slowly, being mindful of his wound. “This guy knocked right into me and dropped a locket. Chan it was crazy, the locket-“

“Had Y/n’s name on it. I know Jisung, it was still in your hand when Hyunjin found you.” Reaching, Chan rubbed his arm gently. “What happened after you found the locket?”

“The guy stopped. I guess he heard the necklace fall or something. All I remember was saying her name and then a sharp pain.” Jisung whispered, hand coming up to touch the bandages on his stomach. “It hurt so much. I-“

“Shh.” Chan whispered, running his fingers through Jisung’s hair. “It’s okay baby. Thank you for telling me what happened.” Jisung was silent for a moment and Chan worried that he was getting lost in his thoughts.

“Where’s Y/n? Does she know who did this?”

“Well, about that.” Chan sighed.

“Hyung, where’s Y/n?” Jisung repeated, a little more sternly this time.

“I don’t know, Ji. We, uh-“

“You what?”

“We thought she was the one who attacked you and kicked her out.” Chan winced, waiting for whatever retaliation that Jisung was going to give. When nothing came, he dared to look at the other, his heart breaking all over again as he watched the tears fall. “Jisung-“

“Please, just go.” He whispered.

“Ji, I’m sorry.”

“How could you?” Jisung whispered. “It wasn’t enough the first time?! You had to go around the second time and-” His words were cut off by a sob.

“Baby I’m so sorry. You have to believe me.”

“I want to be alone. Please, just leave.”

Chan didn’t have the heart to fight him. He could only imagine the pain the other was in. Hyunjin was right, Y/n loved Jisung and Jisung loved her just as equally or even more. To lose that love for a second time…

Chan couldn’t even fathom losing one of his mates. And while Jisung and Y/n weren’t technically mates, the pain was probably just as bad. Respecting his wishes, Chan got up and left the room. Now that he had a picture painted of what happened, he had to go break the news to the others. They fucked up again and now need to go on a hunt for Y/n. Hopefully she’ll want to come back with them.

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“The Hadleigh village?” The scent from the other spiked - thick with spice and it took a lot of willpower to keep from reacting to it. This person was clearly a shifter of some kind, you could smell it on them. You didn’t want them to know you were one as well, especially now given how he reacted to your question.

“Yeah, it’s for a school project.”

The older male eyed you intensely. There was strong apprehension glinting in his gray eyes, worn by old age. He hummed lightly, placing the last of the books on the shelf he was currently standing out. “What are they teaching youngsters these days?” It was a hypothetical question, you were sure, but you couldn’t help but feel a little offended. Your village had high prestige for the hunters they produced. You were a proud bunch and prided yourself in all the good you did, riding the world of dangerous shifters. Shifters and humans, living together. It was a delicate balance, one that your village was adamant about keeping. And you were sure that’s what other villages wanted too.

So why wouldn’t schools teach people about the villages? People had the right to know about hunters and how amazing they were. All the services they provided. You felt your anger rising, highly offended by the comment, but you also had to remind yourself that that was a life you no longer lived. You hadn’t lived that life in several months. Things are different now. You are different. And you’ve discovered that a lot of the lessons you had been taught were not accurate. It was hard to shake nearly 17 years of hunting lessons.

“We have reference material on the village you’re looking for.” The man’s voice yanked you out of your thoughts with a start. Blinking rapidly, you stared at the man expectantly. “You’ll want to go to the fifth floor and find Jaebeom. He’ll be able to direct you to the correct archives.”

The archives. You had been there only once before, the memory still fresh in your mind, despite not seeing the young alpha for nearly a month now. You missed Jeongin. You missed Jisung. You missed them all really. Your mood lowered and the older man gave an audible sniff, huffing shortly after. You thanked the man and headed back to the elevator in the lobby, eager to get to the archives and finally be away from the shifter, but also eager to finally get the answers that you’ve been desperate to get.

The trip up to the fifth floor was quick and quiet and just like last time, the archives were empty save for the man working at the front desk and you could only assume that was Jaebeom.He looked relatively young - you would guess around his late thirties. He looked cold from this distance, but as you approached and he finally recognized your presence, the smile he gave had you nearly melting. It was so gorgeous and genuine. You didn’t know this man, but he just seemed so happy to see you and that gave you such a sense of wantedness and love that you’ve been craving for.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” Jaebeom asked, voice a mere whisper and you had to wonder if it always sounded that deep. Clearing your throat, you smiled slightly.

“I’m looking for any sort of material on the Hadleigh village.” You started and his face twisted much in the same way the older man’s face had when you first approached him. “It’s for a school project.” you supplied. The more you repeated the lie, the sillier you felt. Surely they wouldn’t believe you were still a student, but for the second time that day, the lie seemed to have worked.

“Hadleigh village. We have a few archival books on it.” he nodded and rounded the side of the desk, motioning for you to follow him. “What kind of project are you doing that you need to know about that place?” The question struck a nerve and you bristled slightly. You hated how defensive you got but that was still your home, filled with people you loved - even if they had disowned you.

“Oh you know, historical project.” It was a vague answer and even you didn’t believe it, but it was a decent enough answer to satisfy Jaebeom’s curiosity. He led you towards the very back of the floor. It was dark with burnt out lights, cobwebs covering different bookshelves. This is what you thought an archive would feel like - creepy, with a hint of musk in the air from decaying books. He stopped at the middle bookcase, fingers scanning over broken spines, the lettering faded with the passage of time and was difficult to read. Jaebeom pulled a book off the shelf and held it towards you without sparing a glance. You took it, watching as he grabbed two more books before turning to face you, holding them out.

“I think these should help you with your project.” Taking the books, you read over each title, humming softly. “Two of the books have a chapter dedicated to the history of Hadleigh and the third one here,” He tapped the book on top of the stack. “It contains records of the village's population. Births, deaths, marriages.” he hummed softly. “Things of that nature.”

That was perfect!

“Thank you for all your help.”

“Not a problem. There are tables in the center of the room you can read at. Because these are archives, I can’t allow you to check them out. However, if you need copies of anything, just let me know and I’ll make them for you.”

“Thank you Jaebeom.”

You set off to find a table to sit down and start your reading. You had a few hours before you needed to be back at the shelter, so you were positive you would be able to unearth something in that time. You knew you wanted to start with the records. You wanted to know about your parents and your grandparents. Who in the family could have possibly had shifter DNA in them. Though, it wasn’t promised that the book would have that information, you couldn’t help but hope. And even if it didn’t, maybe there would be something in there that could help guide your research towards that discovery.

Opening the book, you skimmed over the table of contents. It was bareboned and only listed the names of the village, but that’s all you needed. It took a moment, but you found your village on page four of the contents and flipped quickly to the pages listed. The first name in the book was the founding father and mother. After their names were those who initially populated the village. Very important people that you learned about for the majority of your life. There was a long list of people afterwards. Born in the village, died in the village. Eventually you came to your father, and it was confirmed that he had been born in the village. That wasn’t something you questioned, but it was a nice reassurance.

What was strange was that your mother’s name didn’t appear at first. You were pretty sure your mother and father were the same age, or your mom was just a couple of years younger. But despite your searching, you couldn’t find her name anywhere. Sitting back in the chair, you frowned, trying to rack your brain with explanations as to why your mother wasn’t listed in the book. The list went up to a certain date, with many people not listed. You weren’t, and neither were any of the kids that you grew up with. Which made sense considering right around your birth, technology had boomed and while your village didn’t take on many of the technological advances extended to it, record keeping probably did update to an electronic format. But your mother should have been listed in the book. And the fact that she wasn’t listed there was strange. Though maybe she was listed in the electronic format. But that meant a more in-depth search for the electronic records, which would have to wait until later. For now, you focused your attention back on the books in front of you. The population book didn’t state if people were shifters, hunters, or humans, so perhaps the other books would give you that information. With new determination, you grabbed one of the other books, flipped it open, and started reading.

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mojwisungie · 4 years ago

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hc | boyfriend ♡

req (from: moon-jun) ➥ : hello love! i found your blog a few days ago and i just love it so much! i was wondering if i could request a general boyfriend hc like the one you did for mark and jaemin but for renjun and jisung? 🥺 take all the time you need if you end up doing this and have a wonderful night/day!! 🤍

☄︎ with: huang renjun, park jisung ☄︎ lou.note: no thoughts. just renjun and jisung as cute soft boyfies

ੈ⋆ mark & jaemin ver.

Renjun

the perfect-half, dreamy boyfriend

he’s never had anyone so close to him, so he gives off those magnetic vibes

youre always drawn to him whenever he’s around

and he wont complain about it

because he loves having you beside him

watching movies? you’ll be sitting with him on couch with his arm over your shoulders

cooking in the kitchen? youre gonna be attached by the hip literally

if you asked him to teach you how to paint, you bet he’ll hold your hand

he does things with you on his mind all the time

at the mall, he would see a bracelet and instantly think “y/n would love this”

at the dorms, he’d send you the same food he got for him and jisung bc he knows its one of your favorites

he can be quite stubborn when it comes to most, but besides his parents, its you he listens to

one time he was asked by the dreamies to cook for them since he’s the only one who didnt have a schedule that day

and he paid no attention EVEN when jisung pleaded

the only way they thought of making him cook is by having you ask him

so over call, you ask him “yeobo, have the guys eaten dinner yet?”

and he goes “nope but they’ll cook soon i think? dont worry about them”

what he didnt know was jisung dramatically sighed behind the door bc he thought his plan wasnt going to work

they just want a home cooked meal T_T

you tell him that you think it would be nice if he does it for them since it was his rest day

renjun doesnt even suspect a thing bc the way he answered “hmmm you really think so? alright i’ll go to the kitchen for them” was so innocent

in return though, you had to stay on facetime with him

everyone dropped by behind renjun to and mouthed thank you to you bc of your heroic act

it goes the same to you too- renjun would usually be the only one to pull you away from studies and get you to eat and sleep

your whole family knows him at this point as well

you know that story where he bought his cousin (?) an album and asked who her favorite is from his group?

he’d probably do that with your siblings or cousins

dates with him are chill

museum dates are a thing of course

and he’d definitely tell you youre the most beautiful art he has ever seen every time

other dates will be in art cafes or at the dorms

if youre both really free, you two might fly out to see his family (⁰▿⁰)

along the way, you’d be surprised at the number of actions he uses to make you fall for him even more without him knowing

you and him dont really believe in the saying that you need to find your other half

renjun is perfectly whole alone, and you are too, but complete is the word to describe you two

Jisung

the child-like, extra-ordinary boyfriend

as old as he is, he still needs your full attention when youre with him

he grew up with having the dreamies as older brothers who do a lot of stuff for him

and his hands... his big hands are sure to be destructive

he knows about it so he doesnt really mind when all of your attentiveness is all on him

this boy isnt aware on how to do a number of things in his life so he’ll definitely be thankful if you can teach him!

be prepared to be in some sort of communication with him whenever he’s doing something he usually doesnt (washing the dishes, doing laundry, making a smoothie, etc.)

youre the only one allowed to laugh at him. no one else

you do have a time limit though bc one time you laughed at him for more than a minute straight and he kinda got ??? pouty

jisung is still young, so his feelings are often not handled or brought up well

that one time you laughed at him? yeah that lead him to ask you with

“do you think im enough to be with you? dont you think im too immature, y/n?”

and youre like “no baby omg of course you arent!! 🥺”

besides that incident, you have to reassure him that he’s never too naive in a lot more days

you dont mind though bc what you said is true anyway

he really isnt childish, he just needs to know more about adult-ing

you tell him that in your opinion, being childish and child-like can be two very different things

bc one thing you love about him is actually his child-like tendencies

its the thing that helps the two of you have fun and make beautiful memories

jisung is no doubt an exceptional guy to be with

he doesnt know much,,, but at the same time he knows too much as well?

his thought process is:

y/n likes this ⇢ i should buy an upgraded version of it

you like flowers? there will be infinity roses delivered by your door

you like accessories? here, take this other necklace that he bought so you two can match

he’s also so spontaneous

he loves to see you happy with the plans he suddenly comes up with

he sees a new playground bulit near the dorms? he’ll take you there as soon as youre free

youre bored? well then the sun is up and so is he for a day at the amusement park

nerf guns are on sale? his immediate thought is to buy one for him and one for you

you even went on a walk at 2 am to buy bungeo-ppang (ง ื▿ ื)ว

and all of those are actually counted as dates by the two of you

but chenle told him that he should bring you to a restaurant and not to a 7/11

so he schedules a monthly fancy date for the two of you

but dates are often just at the dorms or his house

at his house, you two would learn how to cook from his mom

at the dorms, you’d binge on movies and play pubg or wii

people will say youre both still young and might meet other who are better

but he isnt convinced by that

jisung is more than willing to grow and be better with you- for you

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linopetal · 3 years ago

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photograph. chapter one

pairing : na jaemin x reader

genre : angst , fluff , best friends to almost lovers , hanahaki disease au

word count : 5k

warnings : heavy cursing , mentions of blood , throwing up , dying , death

synopsis : so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans holding me closer 'til our eyes meet you won't ever be alone

note : this heavily based off of ed sheeran’s song photograph ! ( it will make more sense in the later chapters ! ). this is also based on jaemins love for photography since he is always taking pictures of the members !

one.

At nine years old , Jaemin was gifted his first camera by his mother on Christmas morning. His mother always saw the look inside his eyes when they landed on the nice and expensive cameras in the mall. He always found nature in itself so pretty. His mother decided that a white disposable camera would perfectly fit him for his Christmas present. “ Jaemin it’s time for you to open your gift “ , his mother said in a soft voice. He remembers anxiously running up to the colorfully light christmas tree and bending down to pick up a present with his name largely written over it in black ink . The wrapping paper had pretty white snowflakes and snowmen printed all over. Quickly grabbing the present , he ripped open the box only to reveal a camera. He remembers this warm and happy feeling flowing throughout him. Most children his age would want toys and things like that , but that was not Jaemin. He didn’t see what was so important about toys that you would soon get rid of once you found a new and cooler looking toy. Grabbing the white camera , he hugged his mom. “ Thank you Mom! This is my favorite gift “ , he said smiling.

At ten years old , Jaemin was taking pictures of different things he ran across of during his walks in the neighborhood park. He vividly remembers taking a walk in the near by park that was recently built in his neighborhood. He stumbled across this little pond. Jaemin was fond of animals. Whether it be a dog or a goose , it didn’t matter to him , he thought they were all such beautiful creatures. He quickly grabbed his camera out of his back pocket to take a picture of the ducks swimming in the pond before they swam off. Jaemin wrote on the palm of his hand , “ Pond. Nice spot for photos “ as a reminder to come back to that exact spot another time to take photos. He still had the same old disposable white camera that he was gifted one christmas ago.

two.

At fifteen years old , Jaemin had just entered the ninth grade. Jaemin was always a quiet student. He didn’t interact with many students. Though , Jaemin was popular amongst some because of his looks and nice personality , he preferred to stay out of the crowd. He never liked being the center of attention in any context. He was fine with his one and only friend , Renjun. Huang Renjun had been Jaemin’s best friend since the second grade. They had met during the first day of school. Jaemin’s mom had made him a small creeper necklace.

Renjun had notice it and engaged in a very long conversation with him about how Minecraft was the best game to ever exist. And since that day they were inseparable. Renjun was basically Jaemin’s brother. He was always invited to family events. It was the same for Renjun aswell. They did everything together. Jaemin was very appreciative of Renjun. He had never had a friend like him. They stuck together throughout elementary.

Jaemin had just moved to a new neighborhood. His mom had recently got promoted to a higher placement in the company she worked at so they had to move a little ways over to be closer to her job. Renjun’s parents worked at the same branch of the company that Jaemin’s parents worked at meaning that they both would still go to the same school.

During the first day of nineth grade , Jaemin had decided to take his new green disposable camera with him , which he bought with money he saved up from doing chores. He bought it with him for on his way back to his house from school. There was a pretty park and he just felt like he had to capture the beauty he felt it held.

Jaemin was intimidated easily by people , though he was careful with the emotions he showed. He was to busy placing his camera into his backpack to notice the visibly taller and scary looking guys approaching him “ Hey what is that in your hand ? “ , the middle one asked sarcastically. “ Uh uhm its just a uh camera “ , Jaemin said nervously. “ Oh well mind if I see it for a second ? “ , the middle one asked with a fake smile on his face. Jaemin got a weird feeling in his stomach yet he was scared to say no so he simply nodded and complied out if fear of the strong boy. As he place the green camera in the boy’s hand , he heard the two other boys chuckle. Jaemin had attempted to take the camera back out of his hand but he failed in his attempt. Right then and there the middle boy took the camera , threw it on then ground , stomp on it and broke it into pieces. He looked at Jaemin and said , “ Thats what you get for being weird camera boy “, he said. Jaemin was upset. He spent six months saving up money to afford that camera. All the photos he had taken and all the memories stored were simply gone. He held back his tears and then all of a sudden he heard yelling. “ You asshole , why would you do that ? Fuck you , there was no point in that. “ you said angrily. “ Hey, Y/N you better calm down now “ the middle boy said in a mad voice. “ Fuck no “ , you said as you slapped the boy. Jaemin was caught off guard. No one had stood up for him when things like this occurred. Renjun was too much of a coward to stand up , and Jaemin understood that. He watched as you walked up to him and asked him , “ Hey , are you okay? I’m so sorry Jihoon acted that way to you. I’m Y/N by the way. If you want, I could by you a new camera ? “ , you said to him in a worried yet sweet tone. Jaemin was embarrassed. Eyes were on him and you which made him feel weird. You had notice his sudden discomfort due to the people staring and you looked at them and glared. When they turned their heads around you looked back at him with a soft smile. He realized it had been a good 20 seconds and he hadn’t answered you yet. “ Oh uh I’m Jaemin. Thank you so much. You don’t have to buy me a camera. I can just save up some money to buy another one “ , He said. “ Oh no don’t worry. It’s no bother Jaemin! “ , you said in a soft tone. He liked the way you said his name. And ever since then ,you two became best friends.

About a week after the incident that occurred on the first day of school , you and Jaemin had miraculously became friends. In the spam of seven days you both managed to find out you both live right beside each other , you both love peaches , and you both have an addiction to horror movies. You were both practically made to be best friends. From that day on it was you , Renjun , and Jaemin. You all had became best friends. It was you three against the world. You couldn’t ask for better friends.

One day , Jaemin had just woken up on a Saturday morning to the sound of his doorbell ringing multiple times. He thought he was going to catch a headache. He was a little annoyed but his annoyance quickly disappeared when he opened the door to only see you. He smiled so widely while looking at you that he didn’t even notice the item in your hand. Your were so cute , how could he not ? As you walked inside his nice and comfy home , you handed him the small box in your hand. “ What is this Y/N ? “ , he asked. “ Just open it Jaemin , I’m positive you will love it “ , you said smiling. You had a nice smile , he thought. You had known each other for eight months now , why was he thinking such things ? He shook the thoughts away and slowly started to unwrap the box. A camera. No. It wasn’t just any camera , it was a real camera. Not a disposable camera , a real one. He was shocked that you spent so much money on this. But he was beyond happy. “ Y/N , you really didn’t have to you know ? “ he said , still in shock. “ I know but , I wanted to. You love photography and I thought it would be a nice appreciation gift. Plus , when we hung out here a month ago , your mom showed me all the photos you’ve taken. They’re beautiful Jaemin. It’s artwork. So I thought you deserve this kind of camera. “ , you said sweetly to him. Why were you so perfect ? And why were you the most kind hearted and selfless person he had ever met ? And why was he feeling things he had never before ? It was that moment he realized , he had liked you. He didn’t realize it then , but to put it simply , Jaemin was fucked. When he became conscious of how he felt , he only watched those feelings grow stronger.

three.

Junior year had now arose. During sophomore year he met Chenle , Jisung , and Dongyhuck who all became an addition to your now expanded friend group. Jaemin had met them during try outs for the soccer team. He had been acquaintances with Hyuck prior. They had both met in ninth grade biology but they all didn’t become close until sophomore year. You were all inseparable. Friday movie nights were a frequent thing. You loved hanging out with them. But recently, everyone besides you and Jeno , had notice a recent change in Jaemin’s behavior. It had all came about when the two new boys , Mark and Jeno , had transferred to your school the beginning of junior year ( which they quickly became an addition to your friend group ) . The boys didn’t understand why Jaemin always sent Jeno an envious look. Jeno and Jaemin had naturally hit it off when they first had met. Jeno felt understood by Jaemin and Jaemin felt the same exact way. But what Jeno and you failed to realize was that Jaemin slowly had become envious of him in these recent months. The rest of the boys didn’t want to pry on Jaemin because they , themselves , didn’t understand the underlying situation and potential problem. So , they had let it slide due to the well being of their friend group.

Donghyuck had invited the whole group to his house for the usual friday movie night. On Monday , Hyuck sent out a text to the ‘ barbie’s life in the dream house ‘ group chat ( name was Mark’s choice , of course ) the list of food needed and who was to buy what. Donghyuck was never one to care about relatively anything BUT when it came to food he was one specific human being.

“ Did you all get the EXACT food I told you too ? “ , Hyuck said with a raised eyebrow. “ Yes , Yes we did Donghyuck “ , Chenle said. “ And before you ask , I didn’t forget to buy you tteokbokki “ , Jaemin said. “ You’re my favorite Jaemin just so you know “ , Hyuck said , sending a finger heart Jaemin’s way.

When Jaemin saw you walk through the door , he couldn’t help the way his heart had begun to beat so incredibly fast. Jaemin was one to observe every detail of a person. He noticed every small to large detail about you in that moment and he admired it all. He wanted to rush to you and sit right beside you but he saw the way Jeno beat him to it. Jaemin let out a sigh which caused Renjun’s attention. “ Hey you okay Jaemin ? “ , Renjun asked Jaemin. “ Yea uh just stressed “ , he replied. Renjun only nodded , turning away to focus on Chenle who had a bunch of movies in his hands. But Jaemin attempted to move his eyes away from the flirtatious scene infront of him.

“ Hey Jaemin “ , mark said , pulling Jaemin out of his thoughts and trance , “ Did you bring your camera ? We should take a group photo right now like we always do ! “ , mark suggested and everyone cheered. The camera. The one you bought him. You. You. You. Always fucking you. Jaemin shook his heading and grabbed his camera , signaling everyone to gather around. Of course you were right beside Jeno. He pushed a painful feeling down his throat. He clicked the timer button and went to join the photo. After the photo was done he put the camera in his bag and sat beside Donghyuck. And you , of course you were by Jeno.

Chenle suddenly placed all the movies infront of him on the carpet. “ Okay , We need to choose what we are going to watch right ? “ , he said and everyone nodded. “ So that means , Close your eyes and when I call out a movie name , raise your hand if you want to watch it okay ? The movie with the most votes is what were are going to watch. “ , Chenle explained. “ Since when were you so bossy Mr. Zhong Chenle ? “ Jeno jokingly asked. And there it was , your beautiful giggle. But again , was it for Jaemin , was it directed towards Jaemin because of something funny he said ? No. Never was it. It was for Jeno as always. Jaemin felt something poking at his throat. Ouch. It hurt but he tried to suppress the pain in order to focus on picking a movie.

“ Okay close your eyes everyone “ , Chenle ordered. “ Zootopia “ “ Rio 2 “ “ The Nun “ “Chucky “ , Chenle named out. “ Okay open now. We have the movie! “ , Chenle announced. “ What is it ? Tell me Tell me “ , you said in the softest voice ever. Jaemin suddenly wanted everything to stop. “ Chucky!” , Chenle said . “ Yay! “ , you cheered , Jeno smiled that perfect eye smile of his , and hugged your arm. This wasn’t good , Jaemin thought. He then felt a pain in his throat and motioned to the others that he was going to the bathroom and would be right back. What is this pain ? It hurt so damn much as if he was going to throw up something unusual.

He was right. Very unusual. Terrifying. Fucking scary. He felt like he was going to faint. Petals. Fucking petals. He threw up goddamn petals. Not just any petals. They were pink carnations. Fucking hell. Jaemin memorized many meanings of flowers. He always thought flowers were beautiful. He loved the fact that each of them had their on individual meaning and significance. But pink carnations, they symbolized “ I’ll never forget you “. Jaemin couldn’t stop freaking out. His hands had begun to uncontrollably shake once he realized what was happening. Hanahaki disease. Fucking hanahaki disease. He hoped this wasn’t it. He really hoped. He tried to pick up his phone and look up what was happening. And damnit , it fucking was hanahaki disease. A disease where a person falls in deep love with someone but the person that their inlove with doesn’t return their feelings so they start throwing up the petals of the favorite flower of the person their inlove with. And if they end up never returning the feelings , you die. A flower will form in your throat causing the thorns to kill you. But there is always chance that they might love you back , a very small chance. And he was throwing up pink carnations. How fucking relevant.

Jaemin quickly realized that if he didn’t clean up the bathroom quick and go back to the living room , they are all going to start worrying. But he knew he couldn’t stay. It hadn’t fully hit him that he was going to possibly die soon , but he was aware and there was no way in hell way he going to go back there and quicken the process. He quickly ran out the door to the living room and attempted to give some shitty ass excuse to get the hell out of there before something bad happens.

“ Hey guys , I just don’t feel well. I think I am just going to go home and get some rest “ , He said apologetically. “ Oh bye Jaemin! I love you “ you said smiling. That hurt. It hurt so much but he bottled it all up. “ Yea we love you! Get home safe “ , Jeno said waving bye with the other boys. That hurt worse.

Why was the world so unfair to Jaemin ? Why was the world such a shitty and unfortunate place ? And why did Jaemin have to live on a time limit ? Jaemin couldn’t do this. Three years of his life he has spent liking you and now he finds out he is going to die because of it ? How much more shitty could life possibly get ?

The sky wasn’t completely dark. There was enough light to take photos. Photography was his forever safety. He grabbed his camera and took pictures of every beautiful thing he could find. But you were the most beautiful thing of all. Yet he couldn’t obtain you. He could only imagine you both in an alternative universe.

He suddenly remembered all the photos he took of you on this camera when you both hung out. He sighed , “ What am I going to do “.

Jaemin didn’t even realize then , life could get even more shitty than it already was.

four.

A month had passed. All weekend long , Jaemin was restless. At this point , he could say he was officially sleep deprived. His mind was filled with you. Of all things it had to be you , always. But Jaemin knew it was not the same for you. He could see the platonic love you held for him in your eyes.

Jaemin was dreading Monday. School in general felt like a waste of time , but you being there made the petals in his throat grow.

Throughout the weekend he realized how the petals gradually got worse. On Saturday you had asked him to facetime you so he could help you pick out an outfit for dinner with your family. Of course Jaemin agreed but seeing you look so effortlessly beautiful just increased the pain in his chest. But by Sunday it was not as painful. He spent the whole day off of his phone trying to avoid you. But Monday rolled around and he was not prepared. When was he ever ?

“ Jaemin wake up you have school in 30 minutes! “ , his mom yelled across the house. “ I’m getting dressed mom “ , he yelled back. He quickly threw on a simple and comfy outfit. He ran to the kitchen , grabbing a quick breakfast then headed straight to his vehicle to get to school. The whole way there he could feel his phone vibrating with messages which he assumed were from the group chat.

After he arrived at school he took out his phone and read the messages.

y/n 🌺 : hey !! do you guys want to go for boba later this week ??

ducky : yes madam 😏⁉️

markie mark : YES ?? OFC ?? 🙃

He turned off his phone , finding the conversation irrelevant in the moment , and headed to his first class , algebra. Jaemin wasn’t as fond of math as he was of other subjects. It quite frankly frustrated him. He never seemed to guess the answers correctly , though he was thankful to be passing the class ( thanks to Chenle’s help of course ). Jaemin was fond of art. Primarily because photography was incorporated into art and he was able to portray his talent in there. He counted down the class periods he had up until art class. 2. Two more classes left until art.

When English and History had passed , he made his way to the art classroom . During the day , he managed to speak to you and the other guys a little but he seemed off to them. But Jaemin was not the type to give in even if people keep on bothering him with questions, so they gave up. But Renjun was slowly catching on to something. Why would he ever let this odd behavior be unattended to ? This is his best friend after all , but he didn’t want to bother so quickly yet.

Jaemin loved and hate art class in this moment. The pros were that he got to pursue something he loves and be transparently himself. But the main con was , you shared this class together.

“ Hey Jaemin! “ , you said happily. “ Oh hi Y/N “ , he said nervously. You frowned at his sudden awkward behavior but let it go when the teacher walked in.

He could feel a petal threatening to be coughed up but it took all his power stored in his body to shoved it back down.

“ Good after noon class! Today I have assigned you all with a task. This project is due within 2 weeks time. Last month , if you remember , you all took a vote on what your next big project will be based around. The results were photography! I discussed with some of my colleagues that are photographers what would be best to have this project be on. We decided each of you will be assigned a partner. You and your partner will be give a specific theme. This will count as an exam grade , Understood ? “ , she concluded and everyone nodded. Jaemin was beyond happy to be given such a project.

Mrs. Choi , the art teacher , was going around the class calling out who was paired with who and what their theme was. She gradually made her way to you snd Jaemin’s seat , you both so happened to sit right beside each other. How ironic.

“ I have decided to pair you to together for this project. You both seem to work together very well and accomplish tasks extremely well. Your theme is beauty found within each other. I suggest finding a landscape which best suits you both individually as that can help you find what beauty is stored within you. Try your best to portray what you both think is beautiful in each other while incorporating a landscape which suits you both! “ , she said. “ Good luck!”

Funny thing is , Jaemin had already made a mental note a long time ago of every thing about you that was beautiful. He already knew what best suited you. He could name everything about you and tell you how it was so incredible to him.

Could you do the same ? Jaemin had already been aware of the answer to that question since he became aware of his own feelings towards you. His thoughts were so incredibly crowded that the only thing that broke his inner voice was the petals that were about to arise because of the overwhelming feeling of love for you pumping throughout his chest.

“ I’m going to go to the bathroom right quick. “ , he said. You only nodded , watching him rush out of the classroom quickly.

He tried his best to maneuver through the halls as fast as he could without drawing any attention. Luckily , when he reached the bathroom , no one besides him was present. He began throwing up the petals that were grown inside of his chest. He hated this life.

Jaemin had already walked back to the classroom after five minutes. Only a few minutes after arriving to the classroom , the lunch bell had rang.

“ Hey , Jaemin just text me when you are free next week so we start on this project , okay ? I am so excited ! “ , you announced.

Jaemin didn’t go to lunch. Instead he sat in the bathroom waiting for the last bell to ring.

Thursday had came around the corner fast. You had been blowing up his phone with messages for him not to miss the gathering at the local boba shop or he would ‘ get the boot ‘.

Jaemin quickly grabbed his grey hoodie you bought him , how ironic again , and headed out the door.

Upon arriving at the boba shop , he couldn’t help but notice through the clear glass window how you and Jeno were so close , flirting even. His heart ached even more but he pushed it aside and decided to put on a mask and walk in.

“ Oh Jaemin ! You are here , finally. “ , Jeno said hugging Jaemin. “ Yeah sorry I am a little late. My mom needed help with some yard work “ , he said. lie. Jaemin was extremely hesitant about coming. Why would he want to ? It hurt too much , but he did it for you.

One hour had passed and all Jaemin did was here Marks stupid jokes and about how Donghyuck had “ accidentally “ thrown Jisung’s ipad into a wishing well one summer vacation. And oh , let’s not forget you laughing at Jeno’s horrible jokes. They weren’t even that funny , he thought.

And then he saw it. He heard Jeno whisper , “ If you kiss me on the cheek , I will buy you some more boba!! “ , to you , while smiling. And then you had kissed him on the cheek.

It was immature for Jaemin to feel upset , but he justified his emotions by the fact he felt a petal about to come out. He again , like always , motioned that he was going to the bathroom.

And again there was a petal from a pink carnation. How fucking nice. Needless to say , Jaemin got out of there with an excuse before he could near his death more.

He didn’t bother showing up for the weekly Friday movie night. But no one asked questions. He felt alone , yet again. But who could he tell his tragic ending to ? It only felt as if it would make worse of his situation.

About a week passed and it was Wednesday. About this time last week you had arranged for you and Jaemin to meet up and the park at around 4pm for this art project. You both were equally excited , maybe Jaemin even more. He just couldn’t express it.

By the time he arrived , he saw you were already there , playing with the ducks. He took this opportunity to capture a picture of you in this moment. You were so beautiful , he thought.

Once you felt a presence behind you , you turned around but softened your gaze once your recognized it was him.

“ Oh hi! Are you ready to start ? “ , you asked.

“ Oh yeah of course ! While you were playing with the ducks , I took a photo of you. It fits you. Maybe we could use it ? “ , he shyly said.

“ Let me see Nana! “ , you said excitedly. His heart was about to fucking burst. “ Oh okay here “ , he showed his camera your way.

“ It’s so good ? You truly have a way with cameras. Okay now take some more of me over here by the pond! “ , you stated. He aimed his camera at you , clicking the button. You were perfect.

“ Nana let me take some of you! “ , you said , reaching out your hands to grab the camera. “ Okay “ , he replied while walking to a tree and posing. click. You smiled at the photos you had taken while handing him the camera back.

Two hours had passed and he could feel that this was about to come to an end today , just not in the way he had anticipated.

Your phone had started ringing and he could see a certain realization had hit you. You quickly picked it up and hung about after about a minute.

“ Oh that was Jeno. He called me to remind me of our date tonight. I am really excited! But unfortunately I need to head home to get ready. Good night ! Don’t forget to send me those pictures of you for the project ! Bye bye , Love you Nana “ , you said apologizing while waving bye. He couldn’t make out words. He was caught off guard. He zoned out for a second and then realized you were gone.

All these emotions had hit him. He didn’t know how to process. You were going out with Jeno. Not Jaemin , Jeno. Fucking Jeno. Why him ?

Jaemin felt everything crash down. He couldn’t breathe probably. Petals were threatening to come out and he couldn’t help but hide behind a tree in the dark while letting them come out. He was so hopeless. He had no idea how much he had left. Why was the world so cruel to Jaemin ? What had he done to deserve such a fate ? Why suddenly did he have to live on a time limit ? He thought again it couldn’t get worse.

Yet he was always proved wrong at this thought.

Out of nowhere , Renjun appeared and said , “ Jaemin ? Is that you ? Are you okay ? “.

In fact it got worse. He was fucked, big time.

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TAEHEE’S 100 QUESTIONS AND 100 ANSWERS

“hello, everyone! this is taehee and i’m about to do 100 questions and 100 answers!”

“ah! i’m aware that taeyeon unnie did this but,” taehee chuckles nervously, “i haven’t watched it so this is really a new thing for me.” she dramatically gasps in front of the camera, bringing a hand to her forehead as if she were an actress in theater.

taehee snorts when she realizes what she had just did, leaning forward to conceal her embarrassed giggles. she hears the staff laughing along with her, and she looks up, making eye contact with every one of them. “i really don’t know why i did that,” she straightens herself up before pressing the back of her hands to her cheeks feeling how warm they got from seconds ago. “i have absolutely no idea what came over me. i’m so sorry.”

“100 questions seem like a lot though,” she tilts her head to the side, sucking in air through her teeth as she squints at the computer screen. “i might end up talking a lot- i won’t bore you, will i?” taehee looks up at the staff again, her bottom lip unconsciously jutting into a subtle pout.

her face breaks into a grin as the production crew all answer ‘no’ at the same time. they absolutely adored her. “woah, i really like your reactions,” taehee giggles, “okay, let’s start!”

Q6. BLOOD TYPE

“blood type? my blood type is o.”

a small chuckle escapes the girl, “do you guys want to know something funny?” her right hand goes to fumble with the watch on her left, it was the one her mum gave her. “my dad loved to play around, and so when i was younger, i thought my blood type was z.”

you’d hear the staff burst into laughter before taehee did, bringing a hand to cover her loud ones. “seriously! i think it was in fifth grade where i knew that wasn’t real,” she reasons out, hands making vague movements in the air as she spoke. titters were still heard behind the camera, causing taehee to shake her head at them, arms stretching out to resume typing.

“i remember my dentist laughing at me.”

Q9. HAPPIEST MOMENT OF THE DAY

taehee beams, “when we have the day off, it’s usually mark that would wake up first. he’d wake me, then jungwoo hyung, then the rest will just follow and we’d all have breakfast.”

“and even if we don’t like talk or anything, the mood’s like really calming and comforting,” she adds. “i mean that’s how i feel. so the happiest moment of my day is having breakfast with the members.”

Q10. HOBBY

“being sexy,” taehee purses her lips and shifts her gaze towards the staff wearing amused smiles on their faces, some were trying to hide their chuckles at the girl’s openness. “why?” taehee asks in an accusing tone, brows furrowing together as she looks at them incredulously. she gasps, “you don’t think so?”

“okay, fine,” she shrugs, “being pretty.”

Q11. THING YOU’RE MOST UNSATISFIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW

taehee pouts, “not seeing czennies, of course! i miss seeing them already.”

Q15. IDEAL TYPE

all the confidence from minutes ago seem to disappear the moment she reads the next question, a shy giggle sounding from taehee. “why does it suddenly feel like i’m on a dating site,” she tilts her head to the side, running a hand through her hair before typing.

“tall,” she laughs. “is that enough or should i add more?” one of the people behind the camera shout a very enthusiastic, “one more!,” causing taehee to smile brightly at them. “i really like your guys’ reaction!” she tells them, “my members should be like you more.”

“okay, they have to like the food i like, right? then... someone who likes pizza.”

Q19. MALE CELEBRITIES YOU FIND HANDSOME

“male celebrities you find handsome- OH!,” taehee claps her hands in front of her, making jazz hands in the air in excitement for a bit before typing.

“nam joohyuk, lee dongwook, park bogum,” a playful smirk spreads onto taehee’s lips, her shoulders bouncing as she types.

her eyes widen and she looks up, “they’re all single, right?”

her remark makes the production crew laugh once more, and a grin takes place on the girl’s face. “people might take it the wrong way! i’m just asking,” she brushes it off slyly, adding, “they’re all very handsome men.”

Q20. FEMALE CELEBRITIES YOU FIND PRETTY

“oh but there’s a lot though...” taehee seems to think for a moment before slowly moving her fingers across the keyboard. “emma watson.... my friend, lee naeun.... aespa’s winter....” she mumbles. “ah blackpink’s jennie unnie, she’s sexy,” and she finishes off with, “etc.”

she chuckles as she meets eyes with the staff. pumping her fist in the air, she cheers, “yes, i am very satisfied with my answers.”

“next question!”

Q21. ITEM YOU TREASURE

“i consider myself quite sentimental, so,” she types, “anything that my love ones give me.”

she raises her left wrist, twisting it to show off the vintage watch that she wore almost everyday, “i’ll be honest. i don’t like wearing watches, but my mum gave this to me like eight years ago? it reminds me of her so i wear it everyday.”

“and then this one,” she then tugs on the bracelet hiding beneath the watch, rolling the thread between her fingers, before letting it go. “this one was given to me by jaemin last year... around new years? i think.”

"the members give me stuff like these for gifts. i have a lot more at home,” she beams, “they’re in this little box on our dresser.”

Q31. ALCOHOL TOLERANCE

“i haven’t tested it but i know i can drink more than one bottle of soju,” taehee stops a smile from showing itself by biting her lip, prompting the producer to ask, “are you just saying that-”

“NO!,” she quickly protests. “i can definitely drink more than one. right? right, of course.” the production crew chuckled as she talked to herself, taehee’s dimples peeking out from the corners of her smile as she types, “more than one... for sure,” on the questionnaire.

Q41. MEMORABLE MEMORY

“ohhh,” taehee hums. “we had this like, variety show. during the last episode, all 23 members were there and we were having fun even if we were just like eating and talking with each other. compared to the previous ones, we were all doing these fun activities and like an escape room? but i found the last one the most memorable to me.”

“at that time, i really felt like i was at home.” a small smile graces taehee’s features as she nods, “wasn’t that too cheesy? it’s sincere though.”

her eyes seem to scan the computer screen and she releases a short laugh, saying, “all my ‘happy’ answers have food in them. a way to a woman’s heart is through the stomach, truly.”

Q44. FAVORITE DANCE

“malhaebwa da eoseo da 'cause i'm not shy,” taehee dances in her seat, delivering a charming wink to the camera in the end.

“actually, all of itzy’s choreography is really nice. they’re so cool.”

“OH WAIT!!! chungha sunbaenim’s choreography is so beautiful too,” taehee gushes. “have you guys seen her choreography for ‘play’? watching it feels like a piece of art. she and the dancers pull them off so well!”

she then mumbles, “i was learning the choreography to ‘dream of you’ sometime after it came out. i’m a really big fan of her.”

Q45. SONG YOU LISTEN TO MOST RECENTLY

“i’ve been listening to taylor swift’s old songs a lot recently, i can’t pick one of them,” taehee says. “i think she released a new song this month but i haven’t listened to it.”

“december’s the month where i always find myself drifting back to her,” she sighs dreamily, propping her chin on her right hand and looking at the camera with glazed eyes. “i really love taylor swift, i’ve been her fan even before debuting.”

Q46. WHAT DO YOU LOOK AT FIRST IN THE OPPOSITE SEX

“their eyes,” answered taehee, “a person’s eyes could tell a lot about the person, in my perspective. there’s like this feeling that you get when you look at them.”

“what’s the feeling that you get when you look at your members’ eyes?”

the girl snorts, tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “what i feel? i feel like they’re saying, ‘oh noona, you’re so cool. treat us to food some time.’”

taehee tsks, “haechan’s and jisung’s eyes speak the loudest.”

Q49. WHEN BETRAYED BY THE ONE YOU LOVE

“ohhhhh, this is interesting.” taehee smiles as she glances to the ceiling above them, thinking. “what would i do?”

tilting her head at the camera, she finally answers, “i’d let them go.”

“if they’re really sorry, then maybe i’d still let them in my life, but i don’t think i’d trust them the same way ever again,” she shook her head slightly, her serious tone was enough to send shivers down the spine of whoever had heard her.

Q50. WHAT YOU WISH TO GIVE TO THE ONE YOU LOVE

“mmm, trust? i want to let them know that i trust them.”

taehee cards her fingers through her hair, sighing. “trust doesn’t like, only come into play to see where a person’s loyalties lie, but it can also be like, ‘do you trust me enough to confide in me? do you trust me enough to let me help you?’ i want to be able to give that kind of trust to the people i love.”

Q55. WHEN CHUBS IS THE CUTEST

taehee squeals, “i love this question!”

“chubs stays in our dorm sometimes, before she doesn’t get to spend that much time with us but now she can. so when i’m not in the dorms, mark and jungwoo hyung just watch her because she’s like really energetic and if you leave her alone, you just won’t know what she can do,” she laughs. “and then i come home and i’m really tired so i just jump in bed and lay down for a few moments, but chubs wants to play with me so she does whatever she can do to get me to sit up and play with her.”

“and then when she notices that i’m tired or something, she’s gonna stop and lay down near me or on my stomach, sometimes she’d pat me. i don’t know where she learned that but she does that,” she chuckles, and her voice tones down a pitch softer, eyes gazing off to the side as she toys with her necklace, “that’s when chubs is the cutest.”

“i said too much, didn’t i?” taehee scrunches her nose at the camera, “i really love my dog.”

Q66. ARTIST YOU WANT TO HAVE A COLLABORATION WITH

“i don’t know if this can be considered but maybe something with ten hyung and taemin hyung,” she laughs. “like an sm station with the three of us, i think that’d be nice.”

Q80. MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT

“honestly, it would be chubs,” a wide smile makes its way onto the girl’s face as she nods. “haechan was the one who gave her to me, so it’s technically ours, i guess.”

“that’s when i felt my love for him overflow,” taehee proceeds to make gagging noises, disappearing under the table as if she were vomiting, only coming back up to jokingly ask for water. “let’s hope he doesn’t watch this.”

Q84. INTRODUCE YOUR PHONE CASE

“introduce your phone case, okay!”

taehee picks her phone up from the table and shows its back to the camera. it was a clear case patterned with cute drawings of different kinds of dinosaurs in shades of green and blue.

“it’s a dinosaur phone case. we had a video call fansign event a few months back, and one of my fans told me they call themselves dinozens,” she explains, chuckling, “but i guess jaemin knew that before me because he got this even earlier than that.”

she pointed to the picture that was stuck inside, adding, “this is the picture we took for the concert tickets. i kept some, see?”

Q85. IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

“friendship, of course!” taehee types.

“if the person i dated ever hurt me,” she winces, twitching her head to the side before nodding, “let’s just say it won’t end well if they’re going to deal with yuta oppa after dealing with me.”

Q86. IF THE EARTH DESTRUCTS TOMORROW

taehee answers before typing, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as she props her chin on her other hand, “i’d want to go home, then surf with my dad and my mom would watch us from the shore. she tried surfing but she doesn’t like it.”

“then i’d hangout with the members, eat miso soup, play with chubs,” she lists off, “tell the person i like that i love them.” the other people that were there with her bursts into laughter once again, taehee’s body shook with every one she tried to hold as she scrolls upwards, scanning the previous questions. “nam joohyuk, lee dongwook, park bogum,” she calls, her eyes playfully squinting towards the camera, “i love you.”

Q95. WHAT I’D BECOME 20 YEARS LATER

“twenty years later? i’d be forty-two! woah,” taehee mumbles, “forty-two...”

“i’d still like to sing,” she nods. “i’m not sure if i could still dance by that time, i’ll try,” a giggle slips past her lips until she gasps, snapping her fingers, “i want a house!”

the crew laughs once again, this time at her innocence. “i’d have a house, then a car, and then there would be this space where chubs could play in. that’d be so nice.”

Q100. TODAY’S TMI

“we’re at the last question!” taehee cheers. she stands up and rolls her shoulders, smiling to the staff behind the camera as she stretches for a bit.

the girl goes back to her seat and hovers her fingers above the keyboard. “today’s tmi,” she reads, before sending a sweet smile towards the camera, “ah i woke up earlier than i usually do, so i went first and made 김치 볶음밥, with eggs, and then mark woke up and helped me, then we woke jungwoo hyung up.”

“yes, that’s how we had breakfast this morning.”

“so we finished answering 100 questions! YAYYY!” taehee cheers, her dimples poking out from the sides of her face. “i had so much fun answering this. it’d most definitely change the next time i do something similar but for now, these are my answers.”

she tucks her hair behind her ear and clasps her hands together, the bracelet on her wrist making its appearance again, “i think it’d be nice if the other members do this too; see how crazy we are,” she mumbles the last bit of her sentence, intentionally wanting that part to be heard. she raises her eyebrows cheekily and pursed her lips, shrugging. “i’m very sure i wrote nothing i would regret in the future so,” she raises both of her hands before her, waving them cutely, “this was 100 questions and 100 answers with me! bye bye!”

#taehee misc #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct blurbs #nct reactions #nct au #nct x reader #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop female addition #kpop female oc

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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#6 A December to Remember (Jaemin x you)

Sixth day of Christmas

A December to Remember (Jaemin x you)

I do not own the pictures, but I own the stories :) hope you enjoy this

It is the sixth day of Christmas, you’re having your holiday already and you are simply enjoying the peaceful winter inside your room. You tune on to Christmas carols, turn the heater on and binge watch your favorite film. It is always the best feeling when you’re snuggled inside your thick warm blanket, with the pillows on their best supporting position and the amount of light coming through the window is not too bright.

“Perfect,” you sigh as you play your movie marathon and put your phone aside. Leaving the online world for a while won’t be a nuisance right? You almost fall asleep but your phone rings and causes you to jolt from your slumber.

The noisy ringtone doesn’t end even after you leave the caller there, lazily you pause your film and reach out to pick up the call.

“(y/n)! You did not forget right that you asked me to pick you up at four to drive you to the mall, right?” your best friend Jeno called and the first sentence he mutters was that.

You shake your head and scramble from your bed to fix your face and change to appropriate clothes. You glance over your phone “No I did not forget. I am preparing myself.” You lie and Jeno just buy your lie, he can clearly hear you running to rush your preparation.

You jump on your bed, “Shit-“you curse slowly when you totally forgot about this.

“Why? You forgot?” Jeno sounds confused on the other side.

“Don’t run. I’ll wait, besides I am not on the way yet.” He sits down on his sofa when he knows you’re not ready yet. What’s the point of waiting inside his car when you’re not ready yet?

“Give me 15 minutes and you can pick me up. Thanks, Jeno,” you hung up as you quickly take a shower, do your hair and apply a thin make up.

How could you forget, tonight is the night you and the Dream squad gather in Chenle’s big mansion to celebrate your late Christmas and just hang out until the year comes to an end. You were going to do the countdown with them and maybe stay over if you’re too tired to go home.

You’re glad you’ve packed your belongings last night and you just need to change into a nice costume tonight. You did not bother putting on a full make up, you just do what’s comfortable for you and right on time when you spray your perfume, your phone rings.

Jeno’s name appears and you gladly pick it up, “I am going down.”

“Hey there!” you greet him heartily when you make it into his car. “Here’s something for you. Merry Christmas and happy new year!” you hand him a bottle of perfume. His eyes twinkle, “Woah are you my santa?” he asks. You chuckle and shake your head, “No. I gave that because you’re my favorite and I want to give you a present. I will be buying the present for the secret santa now.”

“Woah thank you! So shall we go?” his map starts navigating the car and the two of you made it into the mall in half an hour.

“Want me to go with you or do you want me to meet you here later? Maybe you want to keep it anonymous the prize…” the taller man raises his brow.

You’re glad Jeno is a smart one, of course it won’t be fun if he knows what you are buying. So, after you two agreed on a time and a meeting place, you split up.

You use the directory to find the electronic shop you’re looking for and rush there. You know the person receiving this gift will be super happy, this person loves this thing so much and you happened to successfully make yourself skip coffees for weeks to be able to afford this gift.

You smile when the cashier hands you a nicely wrapped present. You did not take the bag and just bring the present in your bag.

You find Jeno waiting for you and you told him you’re ready to head to Chenle’s.

Chenle’s big house is always the best place to party and just gather around. Your friends are present there too and the other Dreamies are bringing along their significant others. You thank Jeno for the ride and waltz to greet your boyfriend with a surprise back hug.

“Nana!” you giggle when you successfully surprise him with a back hug and the blonde man jumps a little.

“(y/n)!! Sorry I cannot pick you up, my mother just came back from Paris.” Nana greets you into a tight hug and even kisses your cheek although there is Renjun and Jisung there.

“I miss you!” you change the topic, you’re already here with him and that is all that matter.

“Don’t challenge me. You did not know how hard it for me was to keep my head straight when you are running around in my head!” he dramatically gasps and you playfully pinch his cheeks, “My drama king. Just being away for a week to attend a Winter course for his dancing and acts like you’re back from the war!”

He giggles, “That is how much I miss you! It feels like hell! The training was tiring, and they did not allow us to use our phone during breaks. I couldn’t call you and at night the Internet sucks.” Jaemin explained. Well, he was in Russia one week ago to join a ballet winter course. He almost turned the offer down because he did not want to be away from you, but you reminded him how hard he worked and how hard was it to get a chance to join the workshop. So, with much bribing he left.

He did enjoy the class; he learned many new skills and Jaemin is more than excited to teach them to his own ballet class. You know Jaemin from your dance studio, you were there to send your niece to her ballet class and that was how you meet Jaemin. He is an angel when he teaches young classes the basic theories, but once he moves to teach the older and advanced class you see how serious he is about teaching ballet.

“Thank you, Jae, for going there and doing it for me too.” You rub his back, well ever since your car crash accident you’re not able to dance anymore and so when Jaemin took his chance to get to know you, you slipped your dream into his shoulder. You dated Jaemin for a good four years already and still going strong.

The dinner soon started and everyone of you are seated around the room, enjoying the barbeque party Chenle called for tonight and after dinner comes the game time.

Whoever has the idea to put on Just Dance on the screen, must be given a reward. Everyone is competitive to win the highest score, and while taking turn to play, you sit beside Jaemin on one of the sofa. Squishing yourself to half sit on the chair and half sit on his lap, He automatically rounds his hand over your waist and holds you in place so you cannot fall or slip away to the floor when you were laughing at how competitive Mark, Jeno, and Haechan are.

“Not cold?” Nana asks after he examines your dress. You’re wearing a dress while he is snuggled warm inside his favorite knitted wear. You shake your head and he frowns.

You sip on a glass of wine in your hands to warm your body a bit. Mark opened a special wine for the night which is probably also why those three guys are super competitive over a dancing game.

“Wait here, let me take a blanket.” Nana pushes himself to stand from the sofa and you just let your body fall to the sofa. Your eyes are still glued on the screen and suddenly Jaemin has returned to you. He nicely sits himself back, have you on the same position and he drapes the blanket over your lap.

“Thanks,” you smile to him as he is being warm and considerate to you.

“Of course, anything for my love.”

The night goes deeper and it’s finally time to exchange gift. Everyone has placed their presents under the Christmas tree and one by one we will take the gift with our name.

Once everyone has done that, we all take turns in opening it. You’re excited when you get an Alexa home assistant! Wow everyone was jealous of yours up to now.

It was Jaemin’s turn that has you secretly holding your breath. Well it’s you who was assigned to find hm a present.

Jaemin unboxes the small wrapped box and was cheering when he finds a velvet box.

“Woah is that gold?!” Haechan already jumps forward to look closer, Jaemin laughs and feels his heart also nervous. What is this, inside a very nice box. Is it what he is thinking about? Or is this just a joke?

When Jaemin opens the box, he tears up and closes his mouth. He was speechless and Haechan who is dead curious walks to see the gift and he screams “THIS IS THE REAL DEAL!!”

“What did he get?” Mark also looks interested. Everyone is, you also play along to not make it obvious. You’re glad Nana seems to love it already.

“This, a necklace I’ve been wanting since long time ago.” Jaemin brings out the golden necklace with his zodiac and initial engraved. He gladly undo the hook, and with Jeno’s help (who is sitting beside him), Jeno helps Jaemin uses the necklace.

“Wow seriously whoever got me this. Thank you! I really love it and whoah what did I do to deserve this?” Nana wipes his happy tears and he just looks into the pendant with hearts in his eyes.

Everyone unwraps their gifts. It’s an hour to midnight and you all take a seat on the floor circling. Everyone shares stories, sends gratitude speeches and just reminiscing what you all did this year and what you wish to happen next year. You’re enjoying the night as you sit next to Jaemin and just holding hands as you listen to your friends’ talks.

“Let’s go out and see the fire works,” Chenle opens the door to his indoor garden and you guys flood the places. Looking for the best spot to capture some fireworks pictures.

“3…2….1..”

“Happy new year!!!” you hear different kinds of screaming and yelling. Everyone’s giggling and hugging one another, glad that we can start another year with good health and complete like this.

Jaemin pulls you into his embrace, “Happy New Year love,” he whispers and places his lips over yours. It’s a nice kiss to start the year and you smile when he pulls away.

“Happy new year too Nana,” you whisper and snuggle your head into his neck.

He hugs you close and when his friends pass by he just gives them high fives while shouting “happy new year!”

You stay with Jaemin under the bright sky from colourful and loud fireworks. He hugs you from the side and the two of you are looking to the sky.

“Thank you for everything, for being by my side. Trusting me, loving me, caring me! I am so lucky to have you. I love you so much (y/n) and I just want us to continue and take small steps together until we’re ready to tie our bond.” Nana looks seriously into your eyes. You blush and kiss him quick. “I’ll be here, don’t worry. Thank you for also being there for me. I love you too! Let’s hope this year can be a good year for us.”

“Also I want to thank you for the gift.” Nana smiles and your face drop, “You know?”

He giggles, “No one else knows I want this. I only told you and I got it for Christmas. It must be you.”

You laugh at your action, “Well sorry if it’s no longer a mysterious santa. Glad you like it.” You reach out to see the pendant and you really have no regret of saving money for this present.

“I’ll keep it safe and use it with me everywhere I go! This is like a piece of you in me!” he ruffles your hair and when you shudder from the cold wind Nana wraps his arm around your waist and ushers you back to the big house.

“Guess you need to change if you don’t want to get sick. Anyways see you tomorrow!” Jaemin waves his hand after helping you with your bag to the guest room Chenle provided for you.

You blush, “Thank you Jaemin, see you and happy new year! Love you!”

He smiles after closing your door and walking away to the boys room. It’s the best present he ever wanted, but you are the best present for him everytime!

He kisses the pendant and tucks it inside his sweater, if it’s near his heart he can keep you safe and warm right?

see you tomorrow

Christmas masterlist

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yoddream · 5 years ago

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new beginnings | n.jm

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

summary: it didn’t occur to you how much your life would change when your mother got remarried

word count: lmao idfk it’s gonna be a long ass one so sit back and relax folks

warnings: swearing, mentions of Mark’s graduation (lmao), mentions of ‘00 line graduation (oOF), uh i think that’s it

notes: Y’all, here it is. The full-ass Jaemin imagine. I hope y’all love it. Just so you know, Korean will be in bold and English will be written without anything so that it’s easier to figure out who’s speaking what. Enjoy!

the title is so bad and doesn’t fit the fic ugh

Your mom and Jisung’s dad had met years ago on a business trip. The two of you didn’t meet until they’d started dating. Four years later, they were married, and you were spending every school break in South Korea with your step-dad and step-brother. You and your mom would video call them three times a week, always when you two were eating dinner and they were eating breakfast.You didn’t really study Korean, so conversations were stilted and awkward. Jisung seemed to always be busy with filming or practicing his singing and dancing when you were in South Korea, and then he focused more on the music when it became clear he had a future as an idol.

It was only when you finished your sophomore year that your relationship with Jisung changed. You’d found out the day before you were leaving for Seoul for the summer that your boyfriend had been cheating on you. It was the third night in the country when you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore.It was late, and your mom and step-dad were asleep. You never heard Jisung come home from practice at SM Entertainment, so when there was a knock on your door before it opened, you were surprised to see your step-brother standing in the doorway.

“Noona? Are you okay?” he asked in English.

You had shaken your head and buried your face in your comforters. The fourteen-year old took a cautious step forward before making up his mind and approached you. He motioned for you to move over before climbing in bed. He wrapped his arms around you and held you as you sobbed over your first heartbreak. He was probably exhausted, but he was staying up to comfort you instead of sleeping in his own bed.

The next morning, you had your mom explain to Jisung why you were upset. He had then excused himself to make a phone call. You and your mother were confused at his sudden absence. You two could hear him talking, and she smiled.

“He’s calling SM to tell them there’s a family emergency.”

Jisung had taken you out for the day, using an app on his phone to communicate with you. You were so touched by his actions that you told your mom you wanted to study Korean more. So that’s what you did all summer. When you weren’t studying, you were hanging out with Jisung, exploring Seoul together and watching him practice his dance routine in the basement. He would tell you about the other trainees, especially Chenle, a boy he’d met when he went to China for some TV filming a few years back. You two used the app, but you were recognizing more words by the time you had to return to the U.S, for school. The two of you shared a tearful goodbye in the airport as you promised to talk as much as possible.

You watched NCT Dream’s debut stage in the back of class instead of taking notes, a smile never leaving your face as you watched Jisung live his dream. You messaged him as soon as it was over to congratulate him, finally getting caught by your teacher and getting your phone confiscated. When you went back to South Korea for winter break, he told you about the music the group was working on, a goofy smile on his chubby face. He talked about the member that had to take a break for a herniated disc, his smile dropping slightly before it rose again as he told you about a prank he and Chenle pulled on the leader, Mark. The whole break was filled with stores of NCT Dream. You hoped you would meet them, but they were too busy working on music.

At Christmas, you gave Jisung a bracelet you’d made from embroidery floss that was black, white, dark blue, pink, and light orange: the colors of Jisung’s debut. He cried when you explained the colors, giving you a tight hug before handing you a gift, which was a necklace with a pendant that had your name engraved in it. You then started to cry, and he comforted you while still sniffling. All in all, it was a good Christmas, and your bond was even stronger.

As NCT Dream got more popular, you didn’t hear from Jisung as much. You would FaceTime, but as soon as one of the other members would enter the room, he’d end the call. You felt like a secret, which hurt. Why was your step-brother keeping you a secret?

When you went back overseas for February break, Jisung stayed at the dorms. It seemed he had forgotten you would be back home for a week (but it, once again, didn’t feel much like a home). It was only when he had watched your snapchat story that he’d realized the mistake he made. He rushed home and tackled you on your bed, crying and rambling in Korean.

“-----sorry! I----------idiot! Please---- me!” he cried.

Suddenly, you weren’t upset. You ran your hand over his head, trying to calm him down. When he pulled away, you saw the dark circles under his eyes. Of course he talked to you less; he was fifteen-years old rehearsing day and night for his group’s first album while also attending school. He barely had time to eat. You suddenly felt so stupid for being upset.

“Noona, please don’t hate me,” he whispered, his accent thick from crying.

“I could never,” you replied.

As time went on, you watched Jisung grow up and become more confident in himself. He was still shy in videos NCT Dream made, but he didn’t hide behind his friends as much. He eventually explained to you that his friends didn’t know about you because he like when it was just the two of you; as soon as they knew, he wouldn’t be able to hang out with you without one of them tagging along. Not only that, but your life could be in danger if it slipped to the fans that he had an American sister. Sasaengs were all around the world. He then called his friends clingy with a fond smile on his face. You understood his concern, so you were fine with not knowing them just yet.

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When you were studying for exams at the end of your junior year, you desperately needed a break, so you picked up your phone to FaceTime Jisung. However, the boy that answered was not your step-brother.

“Who are you?” Chenle asked.

“Chenle, have you seen—oh shit.”

There was rustling and arguing in rapid Korean before Jisung’s face appeared. His hair was disheveled, his cheeks were red, and he looked scared. You couldn’t see Chenle anymore, so you figured he was behind the phone.

“Jisung, who is that?” Chenle demanded.

“My, uh, my step-sister,” Jisung replied quietly.

“How long have you had a sister?”

“About eight years.”

“Eight years?!”

“Chenle, can I please explain?” you asked.

He appeared next to your brother, his feelings obviously hurt at this discovery. You tried your best to explain Jisung’s feelings, having to mix in some English. You knew Chenle knew some English, but Jisung translated for him just in case. When you were done, his face was unreadable.

“I thought we were friends,” he mumbled.

Jisung’s eyes widened. “We are! I just—Y/N and I didn’t get along at first, so now I really cherish the time we have together.”

“Chenle, the relationship with my brother has not been easy. We’ve only been close for about a year, and that has been filled with his rehearsals and promotions. We don’t get as much time together as we would like,” you explained.

“You cannot tell the others. This has to stay a secret,” Jisung pleaded.

Chenle looked between you and your brother before sighing. “Fine, but don’t expect this to go -----.”

“Smoothly,” Jisung translated when he saw your face.

After that call, a door opened. You and your mom were greeted by your dad and brother (you felt it was time to drop the “step”) at the airport. Jisung looked like he was even happier. You two hadn’t been able to talk since that night, so you figured it had to do with his best friend knowing his secret. He pulled you into a tight hug, his face buried in your neck.

“I missed you so much, Y/N,” he said. Clearly, somebody had been working on his English.

“I missed you too, Ji,” you replied.

You two managed to spend a whole week together before the doorbell rang. You answered it and froze as your eyes landed on Chenle. You didn’t recognize him at first since he wasn’t dressed as if he was on stage.

“Chenle! Please, come in,” you greeted as you moved to the side.

Chenle stepped inside and slipped his shoes off. Jisung appeared in the foyer, his eyes widening at the sight of his best friend.

“Chenle, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet Y/N. I know if I asked you, you would avoid it the whole summer,” Chenle responded. “Did you two have anything planned for today?”

“I was going to study Korean while he practiced dancing,” you said. “I can skip Korean for a day, though.”

“I really need to practice,” Jisung mumbled.

“We can practice together! You told me Y/N likes watching, so we can do that and go to lunch after.”

Finding out Chenle was as chaotic as he’d been in various videos you had watched of NCT Dream was surprising. He was the complete opposite of your brother, but people did say that opposites attract. You never thought it would’ve been like this.

You and Jisung hung out with Chenle once or twice a week so that the two of you still had time to yourselves. NCT Dream was preparing for a comeback, so there were days you were alone. Those were the days you hated the most.You still didn’t feel comfortable enough heading into the city yourself; you were worried you would blank on all the Korean you’d learned at would have a mental breakdown before calling your parents or Jisung to come get you. Jisung and Chenle were your only friends here, so you felt lost whenever they were at SM while your parents were working.

When it was time for you and your mother to leave, Chenle tagged along to the airport. His eyes were shining with un-shed tears you knew he would never let fall. Your brother, however, was a sobbing mess. There was a tissue balled up in his hand, probably useless at that point. His face was puffy, and his hair was a mess. You didn’t look that much better, you were sure. The three of you shared a group hug before you and your mom continued through security.

///

The start of senior year was tough. You lost friends, had a boy play with your heart, and you didn’t know what you wanted to do after high school. Part of you wanted to go to college, but another part wanted to move to South Korea. Your mom suggested applying to the schools in Seoul, but that didn’t sit well in your stomach. You voiced your concerns to Jisung one night, tears streaming down your face in frustration. You felt like you were running out of time.

“Why don’t you take a year or two off to figure it out?” he suggested. “There’s nothing stopping you.”

“What will I do until then?” you questioned.

“Move to South Korea and work with Mom and Dad or something. Maybe Mr. Lee will find a job for you at SM. It’s a great way to work on your Korean.”

“My Korean is fine.”

“You know a lot of words, but you’re not confident enough in speaking it around people that aren’t our family. Hell, you still struggle around Chenle, sometimes. That’s why you’re such a hermit when nobody is around to keep you company.”

You cursed at him and thought about it. It wasn’t a bad idea. You’d have to think it over, but at least you were starting somewhere.

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You walked into SM Entertainment and provided your Korean ID to the secretary. You informed her of your plan and she smiled, informing you of where the Dreamies were. You bowed, thanking her before heading to the elevator. Your heart was racing as you got closer and closer to where your brother was. When the elevator reached the right floor, you walked down the hallway towards an opened door, laughter luring you in. Poking your head in, your eyes landed on a couple blonds that were too busy joking around to notice you.

“Jisung~” you sang.

Your brother’s head snapped up. He yelped and scrambled to his feet, running over and picking you up in a tight hug. You heard a certain dolphin screech before another body slammed into you. A few tears slipped from your eyes and down your cheeks, but your neck was soaked from Jisung’s.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I couldn’t wait until tonight to see you, so I had Dad drop me off on the way to work,” you explained. You cupped his face to wipe the tears away with your thumbs as his grip on you tightened. He’d been staying at the dorms because of rehearsal after rehearsal, so he missed your arrival a couple days ago.

“Jisung, who’s this?” Mark asked.

“This is Y/N. She’s my sister.”

“SISTER?!” the four of them exclaimed.

“You never mentioned you had a sister,” Jeno commented.

It was clear the group was upset; Chenle shifted uncomfortably beside you as Renjun glared at him. You explained why they didn’t know and how Chenle found out. Some of the tension had cleared, but you could tell it wasn’t going to be easy for Jisung or Chenle for a while.

“It really was great meeting you all. These two cannot stop talking about you guys. I’m glad they have you looking out for them,” you said with a smile.

“Aw, you love us,” Chenle cooed. You pinched his cheeks, causing him to complain with words you didn’t understand, but by the looks on everyone’s faces but Renjun, it wasn’t Korean.

“Anyways, I should probably cut this visit short. I’m hungry,” you stated.

“We were just trying to decide where to go for lunch. You should come!” Mark suggested.

“Yeah, I don’t think Jisung is letting go of you anytime soon,” Jeno joked.

“If it’s okay with all of you, I would love to. I’ve been waiting to meet you guys.”

You head to a restaurant down the street, Jisung refusing to let go of your hands until your food arrived. Mark found out you spoke English and freaked out. He really only got to speak it with Johnny, so he felt a little less homesick when talking to you.

“Does this mean we get to hang out at your house now?” Haechan suddenly asked.

Jisung groaned and fell back in his seat. “I knew this would happen.”

“Yes, you guys can come over,” you replied, throwing a playful glare at your brother.

After lunch, Jisung brought you home before heading back to headquarters to meetings and practice. The rest of your break was filled with NCT Dream. You quickly found out that Haechan didn’t hold back on sass-filled comments, especially towards their maknae. Mark giggled at everything, the act doubled whenever you called Jisung or Chenle by their full names in frustration. The last day you guys hung out, you all exchanged phone numbers, you having received a Korean one for Christmas. It was an emotional departure, as they all have been recently, you not wanting to leave the friends you had quickly made.

When it was time for February break, you were unable to make it back to South Korea. Your parents were on a business trip in London, and Jisung’s schedule was far too full to keep you company. You stayed at home and studied, squeezing in FaceTime with Jisung whenever his scheduled allowed it. Your heart ached at the sight of the bags under his eyes.

“Jisung, you need to sleep,” you scolded as you made breakfast.

“But you said you wanted to talk!” he exclaimed.

“That was before I saw how exhausted you are! You could’ve told me you were heading to bed. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had to reschedule a call.”

“Noona—”

“Don’t. Get some sleep. I’ll talk to you soon. Say hi to boys for me.”

“I will.”

“Love you.”

There was a pause. You looked up to find Jisung suddenly looking more awake.

“What?” you asked.

“That’s the first time you’ve said you love me.”

“Well of course I do, idiot. I wouldn’t talk to you this much if I didn’t”

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“Say it again,” he said. There was a goofy grin on his face.

You felt a fond smile pull at your cheeks. “I love you, Jisung.”

“Love you too, Noona.”

///

Since your grades were perfect, you got permission from the school to head to South Korea without any academic repercussions. NCT Dream was performing a new song called “Go” on TV for the first time, and it would be Jaemin’s first performance since his hiatus. The whole group was a nervous wreck; the song was completely different from their others, and they were worried that Jaemin would get hurt again. Jisung had no idea you were visiting. If he knew you were watching, he would get too nervous and probably mess up the dance. This was the first performance you’ve ever seen in person, and Jisung was always worried about disappointing you.

You and your parents walked around backstage, lanyards hanging around your necks. NCT Dream was about to head out, so you guys were trying to find a way to the side of the stage without you and your mom being spotted. The group jogged onstage, and the three of you took your spots on the edge.

The performance was breathtaking. Your brother and his friends had never looked so confident dancing before. They moved so effortlessly, as if they weren’t constantly worrying about how everything would go. Jisung’s dancing had improved so much, and you could tell he was having fun.

After the performance, they headed your way to leave the stage. You were hidden behind your parents, watching Jisung through the cracks of their arms. He caught sight of your mom and smiled so big you were afraid his face would split. He ran over and gave her a hug.

“Hi Mom,” he mumbled.

“Hello, baby. You did very well,” she replied.

When Jisung pulled away, your parents stepped aside to reveal you. He had a similar reaction to last time, yelping and picking you up in a hug. He spun you around in happiness, giggles falling from his mouth. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, waving to the rest of the group.

“I’m so proud of you,” you said.

“Thank you, Noona,” he whispered.

As soon as you were set on the ground, you were picked up once again, this time by Chenle. He was letting out these soft sounds that told you he was trying not to cry, so you ran your fingers through his hair to comfort him.

“Who’s that?” Jaemin asked.

“That’s Y/N. We were telling you about her a couple weeks ago,” Renjun stated.

“Jaemin, it’s nice to meet you.” You bowed with Chenle still clinging to you. When you stood straight again, there was an odd expression on Jaemin’s face. However, he still bowed to you and returned the comment.

Your parents decided to treat the boys to dinner to celebrate the performance. Jisung kept an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the side of your head every once in a while. Moments like this had you wishing you could post pictures of your brother to your Instagram, but there was the worry of one of your followers knowing of him and his friends. You just wanted to show everyone how wonderful your brother was.

When it was time to head home, their manager said Jisung had to head back to the dorms, so he promised to meet up with you and your parents for lunch. You gave him another hug and kiss on the cheek, reminding him once more how proud you were. Waving to everyone else, you got into the cab with your parents and headed home.

///

A week before graduation, Jisung and your dad came to America to help sell the house and all the furniture you didn’t need. You were officially moving to South Korea and taking a couple years off from school to figure out your future. Jisung was ecstatic, finally being able to hang out with you without a deadline looming over your heads.

“What about this?” Jisung asked while holding up a summer dress.

You two were going through your clothes to see what you could donate. He had insisted on speaking as much English as he could while he was visiting. Hwne you asked why, he’d said that you’d worked so hard on your Korean for the family that he thought he should return the favor.

You shook your head. “Mom bought that for me a couple years ago. I haven’t worn it in a while.”

“Donate bag!” he exclaimed before tossing it in the trash bag you had. He shouted that every time you decided to donate an article of clothing.

“Does Jaemin hate me?” you asked as you folded the clothes you were keeping.

Throughout your whole visit in March, Jaemin hadn’t been as welcoming as the rest of the Dreamies were when they’d first met you. He’d give you looks you couldn’t explain, and he wouldn’t talk to you much. You were worried you had somehow upset him.

Jisung paused to think. “I think...he does not know how to...act?”

“Act.”

“Act around you. He is...comfortable around us, but not you.”

“Was he like that when you first met?”

“Yeah. He was very shy. But I thought he was better.”

“You would know,” you said with a snort.

Jisung pursed his lips and threw a pillow at you. The two of you continued to go through your things until it was time for dinner. Dad had made tteokbokki and kimchi, your favorite dish.

“Y/N, are you excited to move?” Mom asked.

“I am. I like when the four of us are together. We don’t get to be a family as much as I want to,” you answered.

Jisung looked confused. “We are always a family.”

“We don’t get to be together as a family as much,” you translated. “We’re separated for most of the year.”

“Ah, okay. Yeah, that makes me sad.”

“Us too. The house was too quiet when it was just Y/N and me,” Mom stated. “We can also be more involved in your career, Jisung.”

“Yeah! I can see you perform more and help you practice your dances,” you said excitedly.

“Help me with English too?”

“Of course, dude. Whatever you need help with.”

A few days later was your graduation. You couldn’t wait to leave and never look back. The people you had considered friends dropped you as soon as you told them you were moving to Seoul. The rest of the school year was tough, but you luckily had the Dreamies a call or message away. Jeno was your hype man when you had to write an essay, Renjun would listen to your fears of the future. Haechan made you laugh to relieve the stress you were constantly under, and Mark would talk about about when he doubted his future in k-pop to show you that if you worked hard you could achieve whatever you wanted. Jisung and Chenle would message you every chance they got, whether it was to cheer you up or simply tell you something that had happened that they wanted to share with you.

“How do I look?” Jisung asked.

You rolled your eyes. “I should be asking you that.”

Jisung’s blond hair was parted to show his face. He wore slacks and a baby-blue button-up with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up.

“You look very handsome,” you complimented. “You’ve grown up so much, man.”

“You look more than pretty,” was his reply. Laughing, you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway to leave.

The graduation was, as predicted, boring. You could hear some shushing throughout the ceremony, but it sounded tinny. When your name was called to grab your diploma, you saw that Jisung was holding up his phone. Your parents were as well, so he was probably just recording the ceremony.

“Y/N Park! Y/N Park!” you heard as you approached your parents. When you turned to Jisung, his phone screen was facing you, showing five of the six NCT Dream members in their dorms, chanting and smiling.

“Oh my god! What are you guys doing?” you asked with a smile.

“We wanted to watch you graduate!” Haechan said. “Since we can’t be there, Jisung decided FaceTime was the next best thing.”

You could feel your eyes water, but you held the tears back. “That’s so sweet.”

“We are very proud of you,” Jisung stated.

“Whoa, check out that English!” Mark shouted.

“Jaemin had to go see the doctor, but he says ‘congrats,’“ Jeno stated.

“Is he okay? Is it his back?” you questioned, suddenly concerned.

“He has to have a couple check-ups to make sure his back is still okay. As far as we know, he’s not injured,” Renjun explained.

“It’s more routine than anything,” Chenle added.

“You sound very worried,” Mark commented with a smirk.

“Well, the last thing I need is for you guys to piss yourselves if he has to take another hiatus,” you replied, immediately earning shouts of denial.

You couldn’t wait to be with them again.

///

“Park Y/N! Wakey wakey!”

You groaned as multiple bodies jumped on your bed, various male voices laughing and screaming. The jet lag wasn’t completely gone, so you were pretty pissed that you were woken up.

“You numbskulls have ten seconds to get out of my room or else I’m strangling you all,” you snapped.

Somebody landed on top of you, making your eyes fly open. Jeno’s signature eye smile was mere inches from your face. “You love us too much. Welcome home, sunshine.”

You threw your arms around his neck and squeezed tight. The others noticed and piled on top of you, complaints of favoritism floating in the air. Your eyes drifted to the doorway where Jisung and Jaemin were watching the scene unfold. You held an arm out.

“You two joining or what?” you asked.

Jaemin hesitated before stepping forward, Jisung right behind him. Your brother laid on top of Chenle while Jaemin placed himself next to you. You didn’t hesitate to throw your arm around his shoulders and pull him close with a smile before saying, “It’s good to be home with my friends.”

“I’m hungry,” Mark commented.

“Y/N, can you make us breakfast?” Haechan whined.

You threw your head back and laughed, urging everyone to get up. You missed how Jaemin stared at you while you laughed, but Jeno didn’t. You led the group to the kitchen and started to pull out ingredients for pancakes while Renjun grabbed as many eggs as possible and Haechan found bacon in the fridge. Jisung placed bananas with the pancake ingredients, making you grin at his pleading eyes.

“Noonaaaaaa, I’m hungry,” Chenle whined.

“Hey, she’s my actual noona,” Jisung complained.

“Children, don’t make me put you in time-out. Chenle, you can easily pour yourself some cereal. You certainly know where it is,” you said. “The others will gladly take your share.”

“I call his bacon!” Mark shouted.

“I’m all set,” Chenle stated.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to making the pancake batter. As you added ingredients and mixed everything together, Jaemin made a pot of coffee. When he gave you a mug, you said, “Sorry I can’t give you four shots of espresso.”

The other boy’s eyebrows shot up. “You know my coffee order?”

“Dude, Y/N watches every interview. She’s our number-one czennie,” Haechan chimed in.

You shrugged in response. “Am I not supposed to support my brother and friends?”

“You know we love how supportive you are,” Renjun assured you.

Jeno threw an arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple. “She knew all the words to ‘Chewing Gum’ before she understood them.”

“I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me,” you grumbled.

“Never, sunshine,” Jeno stated with a smile.

After breakfast and clean up, the boys had to head to practice, giving you time to start unpacking. The clothes didn’t take long since you already had some in your closet and dresser. A lot of your furniture from America was sold, so you didn’t have to worry about that, either. When you got to the box of sheets and blankets, you placed that in the hallway to put in the linen closet later. All that was really left were a couple boxes of books and decorations.

There were a lot of pictures to place around your room, even after getting rid of the ones that had your “friends” in them. There was one of you and your dad at the father-daughter dance last year that you placed on your dresser, along with one of you and your mom on your very first day of school The one of your family at the wedding hung proudly by the door. Two frames were placed on your nightstand: one of you and Jisung at your graduation, the other backstage at NCT Dream’s “Go” performance, which was also Jaemin’s comeback. There were so many pictures of you and Jisung that it shocked you. Seeing all of this reminded you of how your relationship changed the night he reached out to you, despite the language barrier. The two of you did something you never thought would happen; you became a family.

“Ow! Damn it, Y/N! Why is this sitting int he hallway?”

You turned around to face Jisung, surprised he was home. When you checked your phone, though, you realized more time had passed than you thought.

“Hey Ji! Sorry, I was gonna put them in the linen closet, but I lost track of time,” you explained. “How was practice?”

“It was okay. We’re gonna start filming the music video in a couple weeks, so everyone’s a little stressed about perfecting this dance,” he said. “I’m gonna take a nap. Can you wake me up in an hour?”

“You got it.”

“Thanks, Noona. Room looks good, by the way.”

“We Go Up” was set to debut at the end of August. The album, which was getting released in September, would be Mark’s last. It was safe to say everyone was on edge. Jisung’s mood had dramatically changed when they were told the release date. You wanted to help him, but you didn’t know how. You didn’t want to think about when the ‘00 line would graduate next year.

///

You ran errands with your mom for one day, and Jisung’s hair was suddenly rose gold. One. Day. You wanted to have a photoshoot with him to capture how cute he was.

“Chenle’s hair is mint green!”

Oh my god.

“I can’t handle it. You guys are too cute,” you whined.

“Hey! What about me?” Haechan asked.

“Ask me when your hair is a fun color.” The other boy crossed his arms and pouted.

“Jaemin’s hair is pink,” Chenle mumbled, his face red with embarrassment.

“Your team is trying to give me a heart-attack, I swear.”

“How so?” Jaemin asked as he joined you from his room.

A strangled noise came from your mouth, and you rushed over to play with his hair. He tensed up until your fingers ran through his pink locks, his whole body melting under the touch. How could hair that’s constantly bleached and dyed be so soft?

“You look like cotton candy,” you whispered.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he joked.

“The best.”

“Now I kinda wish I picked a fun color,” you heard Jeno mutter.

You cooed and fell into Jeno’s lap, his arms immediately circling tight around your waist as you pinch his cheeks and say, “Aw, you’ll always have a spot in my heart, Jennie-bear.”

“You said you didn’t have a bias!” Chenle accused.

“As a czennie, I don’t have a bias. You all are talented, handsome, and charming in your own ways. As your friend—well, Jeno doesn’t really use skinship, but he doesn’t hesitate to with me,” you told them.

“It’s because you’re so cuddly and cute,” Jeno commented as he nuzzled behind your ear playfully.

“That’s very true,” Jisung piped up. “Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed, Y/N will drag me to the couch and turn on my favorite movie before cuddling me. Her presence is just so...calming.”

“Okay, so I’m not the only one that’s noticed that,” Mark commented.

Jeno started to rock you back and forth slightly as they talked about their comeback. They were excited about the music, but you knew what they were avoiding: Mark’s graduation. There was a song that they wrote that made Jisung cry every time he thought about the lyrics. At one point you got up to go to the bathroom, and when you returned to the living room, Jaemin reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into the armchair with him. You were surprised and about to ask, when he whispered out a broken, “Please.”

You shifted in his lap until you could wrap your arms around his neck. His head rested against your shoulder as your fingers played with his hair, his body melting into the chair. Before you knew it, his breathing had slowed, and his face was completely lax. His body was so warm, lulling you to sleep.

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you woke up, the sun was setting in the sky. Jaemin was still fast asleep, his head resting on top of yours and small snores coming from his mouth. You grabbed your phone to check the time, but a text from your brother caught your attention.

Jisung: Don’t know if you’ll wake up before you’re back but we went to KFC for dinner. Text me if you guys want anything 🐣

“Jaemin. Jaemin, wake up,” you said groggily.

Jaemin groaned and tightened his hold on you. His eyes fluttered open slowly, eventually looking down to you. “Hey. What time is it?”

“Almost six. We fell asleep, so the guys went to dinner without us,” you said. “Jisung said he would bring something back for us.”

“Where’d they go?”

“KFC.”

“Can you pull up the menu on your phone?”

A few taps later, and you were looking at the Korean website for KFC. Jaemin had you open the sandwiches menu, and you both went “ooh,” at one that had a fried egg on it.

“I want that,” he whispered.

“Me too. Anything to drink?”

“Cola.”

You texted your orders to Jisung and went to stand up, but Jaemin held onto you. You tried again, but he wasn’t letting go.

“Jaemin, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“O-oh. Sorry.”

After washing your hands and checking your reflection, you headed back to the living room, stopping when you reached the doorway. Sitting with Jaemin was comfortable, but wouldn’t it be weird if you went over there? You decided to just sit on the couch. However, Jaemin grabbed you and, like before, pulled you into his lap. Instead of saying anything, you took your phone out and played a game. Jaemin was watching some gaming video, the volume down low.

“We’re back!” Mark announced as the door opened. He appeared in the living room first, grinning as he placed your food and drinks on the coffee table. “You two look comfy.”

“Like you guys said, she’s cuddly,” Jaemin mumbled, avoiding eye contact with either of you.

“He’s acting much different from when you first met, huh?” Mark asked you.

“Talking in English is rude, Mark,” you scolded, ignoring his comment.

“You tell him, Y/N!” Chenle cheered.

You leaned forward to grab the food. Jaemin followed with an arm still around your waist. It was clear he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon, but you were okay with that. He obviously was holding something in, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. If holding onto you helped him de-stress, you would gladly stay until he was okay.

“Are you, uh, gonna eat like that?” Renjun asked.

Jaemin shrugged. “I’m okay with it.”

“I’m too comfy,” you admitted.

Throughout the night, you and Jaemin shared memes and watched YouTube videos together. You talked to the others as well, but you two were really focused on each other. He was really easy to get along with, now that he was comfortable around you. It was like a switch had flipped in him, and it was for the better. When you and Jisung left the dorms, you had a new friend and another number in your phone.

///

As soon as the door shut behind you and Jisung, the other Dreamies turned to Jaemin. He jumped at the sudden movement, eyes wide as he waited for whatever they were going to say.

“Do you like Y/N?” Chenle asked.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool,” Jaemin responded.

“No, do you like her? Like, do you want to date her?” Haechan questioned.

Jaemin was shocked. “I don’t really know her well enough to have feelings like that.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Renjun asked.

“Of course, but that doesn’t matter.”

That night, Jaemin laid in bed thinking about how the others questioned him. While it seemed like they weren’t upset at the thought of him possibly liking you, it was clear they cared about you. They would hurt anyone who broke your heart, and that was intimidating. He would have to be careful of falling for you.

A few days later, you and Jaemin were at the grocery store. Jaemin lost Mario Kart and his punishment was going to the market. The group needed food for the week, but they all hated shopping, so you offered to go with him. You two were wearing hats and face masks, you only wearing it to make him look less suspicious. You had gone to a different aisle for some snacks, but you had been gone for a while, so Jaemin went looking for you. When he finally found you, he stopped in his tracks.

You were staring at the shelves, your eyebrows scrunched together. It was clear you were pouting, and it occurred to him that maybe you didn’t know what the others liked. You knew so much about them that he never thought you would need his help with shopping. He was about to step forward when an elderly woman approached you. He smiled as he watched you follow her around the store, grabbing a few items from high shelves for her since you were the same height as Renjun.

The elderly woman hugged you once she had everything she needed, and your eyes landed on Jaemin as she walked away. You smiled sheepishly and told him you didn’t grab any snacks, but he simply smiled and told you it was okay. The two of you walked back to that aisle, and he told you about each snack he grabbed, like who liked what and why they liked it. You then went over to produce, where you were greeted by an older worker named Hosung. Jaemin eavesdropped on your conversation with the employee as he picked up some apples and carrots. Hosung commented that he hadn’t seen you in a while, and you mentioned that you were now permanently in South Korea since you finally graduated high school and were able to move in with your family. Jaemin was shocked that you two were talking like you’d known each other for a long time before he remembered that you’ve been visiting the country for years, so maybe you had.

After you hugged Hosung goodbye, you and Jaemin headed to the registers. You picked the line, ignoring the one that had less people in it. When he questioned you, you said that you hadn’t seen Yumi in a long time since she was on medical leave the last time you shopped here. The cashier spotted you two and turned her light off, a sweet smile on her face.

“Y/N! Oh, I haven’t seen you in forever,” the older woman greeted as she came around the counter to hug you and pinch your cheeks.

“I missed you, Yumi,” you stated, a huge smile on your face.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Yumi asked, glancing to the boy next to you.

“No, this is Jaemin,” you announced as he bowed.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted.

“Oh! You’re one of Jisung’s friends!” the woman exclaimed. Panic rose in his chest until you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

“Don’t worry. She won’t tell anyone,” you assured him. “She’s kept Jisung’s secret for years.”

“He’s such a sweet boy. How could I betray him?” Yumi asked.

She went back to the register to ring up the food, asking you questions about how school went and what you were doing now that you were living in South Korea. Your face lit up as you told her about what you’d been doing so far and how excited you were to figure out your future while you were here. Yumi glanced at Jaemin and saw the fond look on his face, smirking to herself.

The two of you hugged Yumi before heading back to the dorms. You had to take the train back, so Jaemin paid for the both of you as thanks for going with him to the store. When you got on the train, the two of you were squished together. You looked up at Jaemin to find his eyes already on you. His cheeks peeked from his face mask, which meant he was smiling at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

You rolled your eyes and said, “Clearly it’s not nothing. You’ve never looked at me like that for no reason.”

He shrugged. “I’m just thinking about how well you know some of the people that work at that grocery store.”

“That’s what’s making you smile?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s really sweet! I don’t know,” he mumbled, looking away from you as he blushed. “Forget it.”

You hesitating before telling him, “When I refused to learn Korean, they would talk to me in English. They were the only ones that did. Everyone else would just talk to somebody else in my family. When I started to learn Korean, they were so patient with me, even helping me when I couldn’t remember how the phrasing went. Hosung and Yumi didn’t have to do all that, but they did, and I’m grateful for that.”

Jaemin looked back to you. “All the more reason to smile.”

///

Jaemin watched as you danced around goofily with Haechan, Jisung, and Chenle. You and the Dreamies were in the practice room. You wanted to watch the “We Go Up” dance, and then you wanted to learn the “Chewing Gum” routine. Renjun, Jeno, and Mark were dancing to the song, but Jeno broke away to sit next to Jaemin. He saw the smile on Jaemin’s face and followed his gaze, Jeno’s eyes landing on you as Haechan spun you around.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Jeno asked.

“Huh?”

“Y/N. She helps people whether she knows them or not, she’s mastered the Korean language while helping Jisung with his English, and she didn’t give up on becoming your friend when you were so closed off to her,” Jeno explained. “She’s exactly your type.”

“And how do you know my type?” Jaemin questioned.

“Because you’re my best friend, and you haven’t stopped staring at her the part twenty minutes.” Jeno looked at Jaemin. “You’ve been so worried about developing feelings for her, you failed to notice that you already have.”

Pink hair went flying as Jaemin whipped his head over to the boy next to him. He then looked at you. You were on Chenle’s back, laughing as he ran around. His heart raced at the sight of pure joy on your face.

“Shit.”

///

Something was up. You didn’t know what, but the Dreamies were acting weird. All you had wanted to do was go to the mall, but they were constantly splitting up. Jaemin looked like he was ready to kill them, while Jisung clearly didn’t know what was going on every time somebody dragged him away.

“Let’s go to Adidas!” Renjun said, grabbing your brother’s arm.

“Wait! I...wanna go,” you trailed off as you were, once again, ignored. The others were spread through the building, leaving you alone with Jaemin. Frustrated, you started to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going?” he questioned.

“Home. It’s clear nobody wants to hang out with me,” you said, feeling dejected.

“I do.”

Turning around, you faced Jaemin. His eyes refused to meet yours as his cheeks turned pink. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and he was rocking back and forth on his feet. There were a few seconds of silence before he said, “Come on. Let’s grab something to eat. On me.”

The two of you ended up grabbing burgers. Jaemin picked a table by the windows, so you were able to watch the bustling city below. You turned back to take a bite of your food when you realized Jaemin was staring at you with a small smile on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Not this again. Is there something on my face?”

“No, it’s just—you look really good in this light.”

That caught you off guard. You knew Jaemin was a flirt, but you never expected it to be directed towards you. “O-oh. Thank you.”

“Do you mind if I take your picture?”

“Uh, yeah. What do you want me to do?” you asked.

“Look out the window again.”

You followed his instructions and looked at the world below. There was somebody dancing for tips, and you couldn’t help but smile; it reminded you of Jisung. You heard a tinny shutter-click, so you looked back at Jaemin. There was another shutter-click, and then Jaemin blushed.

“Sorry. I-I didn’t mean—”

“Can I see it?”

He poked at his phone a couple times before handing it to you. The girl in the photo was smiling softly as she looked out the glass before her. In the next photo, she was looking right at the camera, a look of adoration on her face. You couldn’t believe that was you.

“I’ve never looked like that before,” you stated.

“What are you talking about? You always look like that.”

You glanced up at Jaemin. The glimmer in his eyes changed the air between you two. You could both feel it, but neither of you knew what to do next.

Of course, that didn’t last long. The Dreamies appeared out of nowhere, complaining about how you got food without them. You didn’t let that continue for very long and immediately started scolding them over how they kept running away and ignoring you and how Jaemin stopped you from leaving early. They all hung their heads and apologized for hurting your feelings before offering to take you to the stores you wanted to go to.

“Why bother? You already know what’s in there,” you snapped with a frown on your face. “I want to be left alone right now. Because that’s clearly what you wanted.”

“That’s not—” Mark start, but you cut him off.

“Don’t bother. I know when I’m not wanted.”

You walked away, Jaemin running after you. He said, “You know that’s not what they meant.”

“Oh, I know. They deserve a taste of their own medicine, though, don’t you think?” you asked with a smirk. “Come on, there’s a park nearby I want to visit.”

You grabbed Jaemin’s hand and dragged him down the street. When the two of you reached the park, you started to release his hand, but he held on. Glancing at him, you could see a blush forming on his cheeks. You entwined your fingers, his attention snapping to you at the action. You sent a shy smile his way before turning your focus back to the trail you were walking on.

You reached a garden, no one else in sight. There were flowers everywhere,a sweet aroma floating in the air from their petals. When you looked at Jaemin, you were surprised to find his eyes on you instead of the beautiful scene sitting mere meters away.

“You’re staring again,” you pointed out.

“I can’t help it,” was his response.

Before you could say anything else, you heard the guys calling for you two. How the hell did they find you? Suddenly, you were pulled towards the treeline. Jaemin was laughing as the two of you dodged tree after tree before he finally stopped behind a large trunk. Your chests were pressed together, pants coming from your mouths. Jaemin had an arm around your back as he peered around the tree, your friends’ voices in the distance. You admired how strong his jawline was and how his skin glistened in the sun that was peeking through the leaves.

“Okay, I think we’re safe,” he stated.

He turned to you, whatever sentence was next dying on his lips. You were looking up at him with a small smile on your face, your eyes shining and your cheeks flushed. He couldn’t tell if it was from the running or the proximity, but in that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted was for you to never stop looking at him like that. You were so beautiful, it took his breath away. With a shaky hand, he pushed some hair behind your ear.

“I really like you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

The smile on your face grew as you said, “Good, ‘cause I really like you too.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted from his chest. He grinned and leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss as a hand cupped your jaw. Your hands clutched at the fabric over his chest. You were over the moon with Jaemin right next to you. It felt like something was finally locking into place.

“Found you.”

You jumped, bumping foreheads with the boy in front of you. The two of you clutched your heads as you turned to glare at Chenle, but you froze when you saw everyone a few feet away. Your eyes immediately landed on Jisung, worried about his reaction. However there was a smile on his face, matching everyone else.

“Well, it’s about damn time!” Haechan exclaimed.

“What?” you and Jaemin said.

“She sat in your lap before you were even friends,” Renjun stated.

“And then you guys fell asleep, woke up, and ate dinner, all while she sat in your lap,” Mark continued.

“And she’s your type,” Jeno added.

“And he’s your type,” Jisung commented.

“Okay! We get it, it was obvious to everyone but us,” you snapped. “So, what now?”

Jaemin paused. There was a dating ban in NCT, and there were some huge consequences if that rule was broken. He’d been working towards this career for years, sacrificing his old life and his health when he’d hurt his back. However, he cared about you too much to break your heart after all this, and he knew that the other members of NCT would have his back once they met you.

“We’ll have to be careful, but I want to take you on a date,” he said.

“If you’re willing to take that chance, then I’m in,” you replied.

The guys cheered as Jaemin kissed you again before the eight of you decided to head back to the dorms. Jaemin had an arm around your shoulders while Jisung’s hand found yours so it wouldn’t look suspicious. As you walked through the garden, your brother asked, “Are you happy?”

You looked at the boy that was quickly becoming one of the most important people in your life. His smile was as bright as his hair, and he had a heart of gold. He looked at you and winked, a fond look in his eyes.

“Yeah, I am.”

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mostlycompetentwriter · 5 years ago

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Side Effects- Part 2

M/F Pairing: Y/N X Stray Kids (Multiple Pairings)

Word Count: 4K

Genre: Yandere Stray Kids AU, Vampire AU, Fantasy AU

Warnings: graphic depictions of blood, violence, mentions of smut, and language...Oh, and 3racha are kinda rude...

Summary: Sometimes, we can’t escape the past.

“You look beautiful today, Y/N.”

I blushed, of course, from Mark’s tender compliment. “Thank you,” I managed sheepishly, watching as my boss offered me a cheeky smile before entering his office.

Ever since I left the Miroh Coven, I had been working a part-time position as the Secretary to a wealthy CEO. I didn’t mind my job, enjoying the menial tasks I was usually instructed to obey. It was quite mind-numbing, a worthy distraction when I first started working here hollowing the horrors I had endured from the Miroh Coven. The pay was excellent and I was able to help my roommate afford rent while reliably buying myself luxuries like a new mattress or a fresh wardrobe since my old clothes reminded me too much of the past.

The hours were also minimal, and I often found myself sitting down at my desk only to look up at the clock and realize my day had already concluded. Subsequently, I was able to leave the office on time every day to join the steady stream of afternoon traffic. Afterward, I might stop by a restaurant to pick up something for dinner, or occasionally drive through the downtown marketplace because I enjoyed shopping for fresh produce. It was all quite nice and I enjoyed settling into my new life with a deep sigh of relief.

It had almost been nine months since I last saw any of the boys and other than the unfortunate encounter with Chan’s necklace, I was sure that I would never have to experience anything so unattractive ever again. I was slowly regaining my confidence, joining my roommate several times when she wanted to see a movie or shop at one of the outdoor malls. Everything was starting to work out for me, which meant that I was also starting to comfortably take more risks.

“Please have fun tonight,” my roommate said, practically dragging me along with her as we entered one of her favorite clubs. After much convincing, I had finally given in and allowed my roommate to take me out late at night for drinks and dancing. “This is a nice place,” she said, leading me to the bar. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

I nodded my head, looking around the relaxed atmosphere. It was certainly a much tamer club than what I was used to visiting, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Of course, the influence of alcohol had a way of making a person far more willing to lower their defenses. “One glass,” I said, accepting the fruity beverage from the bartender before my roommate and I found a table near the edge of the dancefloor.

“So many handsome faces,” my roommate remarked. “Interested in anyone?”

I scoffed at her question because I seriously doubted that I would willingly jump into a new relationship anytime soon. “Really?”

“Just wondering,” my roommate shrugged, drinking down the remainder of her scotch. “Wanna dance?”

I waved her off, deciding that I was okay with enjoying my drink at our table. My roommate let out a giggle, locking eyes with a suave businessman who looked ready to devour her whole. “I’ll check on you soon,” she promised and I quickly lost her in the mass of bodies occupying the dance floor.

I rolled my eyes because I knew better than to expect my roommate’s return. Instead, I sipped at my drink while admiring the friendly atmosphere of the bar, neon colors dazzling in my peripheral vision. It reminded me of my younger college days when I was swept away by the illusion of freedom which independent adulthood offered, attending every frat party I could find.

I grinned at the memories, feeling way too old to try anything like that ever again. It was fun once, being so irresponsible, but now it was time to start paying bills and scratch my head when I attempted to do my taxes. Freedom was addicting, and I could see why so many younger people were enamored with the idea of moving away from home and conquering the world.

Wistfully, I must digress because I often lose myself in my thoughts, and I can’t afford a break in concentration. Instead, I sipped tentatively at my drink, watching the moving sea of bodies. I was entirely focused, which allowed me to raise my guard at the approach of an unfamiliar figure.

“Excuse me? Do you have the time?”

I shrugged loosely because it was an innocent request from someone who clearly wasn’t looking for anything ill-intended. On instinct, I reached into my bag to grab my phone. “It’s almost midnight,” I said, thinking that our interaction would be short-lived.

Instead, the man was insistent, a cold hand digging harshly against my shoulder. “Don’t you know that it’s dangerous to stay up so late, sweetheart?”

The accent had been disguised, but now I recognized it thick and heavy in my ear. I couldn’t even remember to scream before his hand was enclosed over my mouth, teeth nipping at my jaw. Another body slipped into my roommate’s chair, brows raised as he reached for her discarded glass. “Is there room for some company, Y/N?” Jisung asked, blonde hair hanging low in his eyes.

I shook my head desperately, fresh tears clouding my vision. “Where are your manners, sweetheart?” Chan asked with a harsh tone and I was suddenly jerked to the side, a strong hand holding my chin into place.

“What a coincidence, Y/N,” Changbin growled. “We have unfinished business in this little town of yours.”

“You’re coming with us,” Chan said, ignoring the way I fought against him as he practically forced me out of my chair. “Look at me,” he snarled, eyes trained on mine as I started to drift out of consciousness.

I was slowly starting to realize that the implications of being a sire went far beyond just simply turning someone immortal. For example, I knew how cruel Changbin could be, turning violent on a whim, especially if you disobeyed him. He was the one who liked to punish me when he thought I was being bad, dragging out all sorts of special toys to use against my body. Paddles and lashes, whips and spikes, everything Changbin needed was lined perfectly along the walls of the special room he had decorated for himself whenever he wanted to play with someone. He was a sadist in every sense of the word, enjoying the sensation of watching someone suffer for his own pleasure. When he had first brought me into the room, I had immediately protested, close to tears when Changbin had cooed at me and insisted that I would never be forced to do anything outside of my comfort zone. He spoke with a wicked tongue, dark eyes revealing the truth if I had been so willing to look for it, but I eventually allowed him to have his way with me. Tears streaming freely down the side of my face while Changbin’s tongue traced the salty rivulets with a groan.

But Changbin wasn’t the only one with a fiery temper and desire for pain and suffering. His fledgling vampires, Felix and Hyunjin, had decisively taken on his more brutal aspects. Felix lost control whenever I said something to offend him, growling out insults while I tried to avoid his hands. Hyunjin had special permission to use Changbin’s secret room to explore his own masochism, and I had accidentally wandered into one of his sessions at the beginning of our arrangement before things had turned sexual between us. I remember the look of existential terror on the girl’s face that I had foolishly misplaced as pleasure, crying out not in ecstasy but in pain.

On the other hand, Jisung was the manipulative and cunning brother who thought out everything instead of living on a whim according to his pleasures. It was this same trait that I discovered in Minho who also shared Jisung’s tendency to plan out his movements. The only difference between them was that Minho was silent in his execution while Jisung was loud in letting everyone know that he had gotten his way.

Finally, there was Bang Chan, the legal leader of the Miroh Coven. Chan was the last of the brothers to attempt a siring bond because he had never found the right person. I would never know for sure why Seungmin and Jeongin were “the right people,” but Chan doted on them in every sense of the word. He treasured them like they were his possessions, buying them expensive clothes and allowing them leeway when their bloodlust tended to get the best of them. It was up to the sire to teach their fledglings how to properly drink blood from a source, but Chan had decided not to blink an eye when Seungmin or Jeongin accidentally took things a step too far.

Just like Chan, Seungmin and Jeongin were also extremely possessive, especially when they considered something to belong exclusively to them. I can only wish that I had noticed sooner, the way the three of them liked to leave their marks on me in various ways, whether it be through a harsh bite or buying me something nice and insisting that I wear it at all times. Seungmin and Jeongin were also dangerous because there had been times when I felt like I was on death’s door, feeling them drink my blood like they would never stop.

Sadly, I thought I had escaped all of that, so imagine the utter sense of dread crippling my entire body when I woke up to see Chan, Changbin, and Jisung standing over me as they watched me slowly awaken. Chan was the first to react, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he appraised me. “Sweetheart,” he said and a shiver ran down my spine. “Don’t you know how worried we were when you ran away from us like that?”

My lower lip trembled and I bit down on it hard. “I couldn’t stay.”

“Why not?” Chan asked, looking every bit as patient as I remembered.

“You hurt people,” I whispered. “And you hurt me too.”

“Hurt you?” Chan huffed, a look of annoyance masking his features. “We protected you and cared for you, sweetheart.”

“You belong to us,” Jisung said, gaze cold as he watched me from afar.

I sniffled, slowly losing my last shred of pride as I tried not to cry in front of these horrible vampires. His words reminded me of the night I left, rushing out into the streets with blood covering my body. “I don’t have to work for you anymore,” I said.

Changbin growled. “The arrangement meant more than that, Y/N.”

“We love you,” Chan said, reaching for my hands and I didn’t have the strength to fight him. “Remember? We can be together forever.”

I was crying now, triggered by the all-too-familiar words spoken 9 months ago when I entered the Miroh Mansion for the final time.

Jeongin was still young enough to celebrate his birthday, and the rest of the Clan had decided that nothing was too good for their precious youngest member. I remember going shopping with Chan, buying party decorations without any consideration for how much it would cost them. Earlier that week, Jisung and I had visited the bakery to order Jeongin a custom-made birthday cake, including a cheesy message at the bottom to commemorate the occasion. Everyone was in good spirits and I had finally stopped thinking about the bodies in their basement, believing Jisung when he told me that they had been donated to the Miroh Clan to use as a source of fresh blood. “It sometimes happens,” Jisung said. “Whenever there’s an accident and nobody claims the bodies, they send them here for us to use.”

It was an extremely unreasonable explanation but I refused to believe anything else in an attempt to protect myself from the truth. I was determined to move past it, forcing myself to smile at Jisung’s cheesy jokes or Chan’s attempts to make me laugh. I must have been a good actor because they stopped hovering around me at every possible opportunity, watching me like they were waiting for me to bolt out the door and never return.

“Y/N!” Jeongin had said, jumping into my bed to wake me up that morning. “Guess what?” he giggled, adorable face mere inches from my own.

“Hmmm?” I wondered, smirking as he practically beamed with excitement.

“It’s my birthday,” Jeongin said. “I’m supposed to be 40-years-old today!”

“Congratulations,” I snickered, deciding that it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard.

“Will you come play with me and Felix?” Jeongin asked. “We can do whatever we want until Chan gets home.”

That’s another thing I had noticed about the fledglings. They never really liked to talk about anyone except for their sired master. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I would think that Jeongin had no idea that Jisung and Changbin even existed. “Okay,” I said. “Let me take a shower first.”

Jeongin allowed me to get ready in peace and quiet, and I enjoyed the feeling of the water scalding my skin as I stood under the faucet for far longer than normal. Afterward, I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, finding Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin in Minho’s room, arguing over who would join teams. I yawned when I entered, wary of the way Minho was watching me from his bed, legs stretched out in front of him as his eyes followed me all the way to where Felix was holding out my controller.

I spent the remainder of the afternoon with the younger boys, ignoring Minho completely as I let Jeongin win several times even though I was much better at Street Fighter. “Finally,” Jeongin exclaimed, racing for the door before I could question him.

“Chan’s home,” Minho informed me, holding out a hand which I reluctantly accepted, trying not to react when Minho leaned in to press his lips against my delicate pulse point.

Downstairs, all of the vampires were busy setting up Jeongin’s party. Streamers hung from the overhead banisters and balloons floated mindlessly through the room as Chan hugged Jeongin tightly against his chest. “Were you a good boy today?” he asked the youngest who nodded enthusiastically in response.

“Y/N,” Jisung called my name. “Help me in the kitchen.”

I obeyed immediately, finding Jisung situating candles on top of the cake we had purchased earlier that week. I was struck by the normalcy of the situation, standing next to Jisung as he instructed me to start boiling a pot of water. Apparently, despite their delicate diets, on special occasions, the Vampires could enjoy human food and Jeongin’s favorite was being prepared for him.

It was chaotic in the Mansion as everyone attended to their various responsibilities, amusing little Jeongin who flitted from person to person. Although, more often than not, Jeongin stuck close to Chan’s side, talking to his sire about all the nuances of his day. Chan listened patiently, nodding along as he finished the elaborate ribbon around one of Jeongin’s birthday presents. “Is everyone ready?”

We all stood together in the kitchen, singing for Jeongin who was vibrating from head to toe. He blew out the candles and beamed at the accompanying applause. “Happy birthday, Jeongin,” I said, allowing him to pull me into an impossibly strong grip.

Meanwhile, the other vampires slowly congregated into the living room where Jeongin’s presents were waiting for him. “Y/N,” Chan said, holding me back as Jeongin raced out of the kitchen. “Help me carry these drinks.”

I wrinkled my nose because they were obviously filled with blood. Nonetheless, I obeyed diligently, accepting one of the trays before following Chan into the crowded foyer. “Channie!” Jeongin said, holding up a delicate pocket watch. “It’s so nice!”

Chan smiled warmly at Jeongin, ruffling his hair playfully as he started handing out the glasses. Changbin grabbed me by the hips as I passed in front of him, pulling me into his lap as he took a sip from his glass. “It’s not as good as yours,” he teased, lips scarlet from the liquid.

I chose not to respond to his comment, trying to relax against his body. “Y/N,” Chan said before handing me a glass. I studied it cautiously while I gingerly took the glass from him.

“What is it?”

“Just some wine,” Chan shrugged indifferently and I nodded before trying a sip of the beverage. Almost immediately, I winced at the taste and Changbin chuckled at my obvious aversion.

“It was very expensive,” he lightly chastised me and I tried not to notice the smell as I forced more of the wine down my throat.

Meanwhile, Jeongin continued to open more of his gifts, expressing his gratitude towards each of his older members as he tried on various pieces of clothing and jewelry. When he finally got to my present, he shot me a mischievous smirk. “Y/N...”

“Open it,” I encouraged him.

Jeongin needed no further encouragement, ripping through the wrapping paper before discovering the portable gaming system tucked neatly in the box it once came in. “For you to practice,” I said, pleased at his grateful expression. It was an older system that once belonged to my brother, but I didn’t have a need for it, and Jeongin talked relentlessly about how cool it would be to play the older versions of the games he loved.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

I was warmed by his genuine reaction, feeling nothing but affection for the boy. “You’re welcome.”

“What a good girl,” Changbin said, tipping my glass back against my lips. “You shouldn’t waste it.”

I narrowed my eyes, wondering why he really cared about how expensive the wine cost. After all, these were the same men who brought new things into the house every day after flashing their shiny credit cards at whichever cashier had the privilege of accomodating their requests. Still, I knew better than to upset Changbin, especially on poor Jeongin’s birthday, so I downed the rest of the nasty drink before placing the glass down on the side table. “Shall we watch a movie?” Jisung asked, eyes glinting rather maniacally as he studied my discarded drink.

“Please!” Jeongin chirped. “Something scary.”

I hated the idea of watching a horror movie, but I couldn’t protest when everyone else was in total agreement for once. Instead, I followed the rest of the boys into the main living room, resisting a sigh when Chan drug me down next to him on the sectional. “Whatever you want, Jeongin,” Jisung said, tossing the younger the remote control.

“Dracula!” Jeongin declared, an amusing pick perhaps if these Vampires were less violent.

But my opinion held no weight and the film began while Felix turned off the lights. Bathed in darkness, I resisted the urge to curl in tighter against Chan as I tried not to think about the film playing on-screen. Everyone else was comfortable, settled in their usual pairs which meant Minho was sitting between Jisung’s legs while Felix and Hyunjin flanked Changbin on either side. Seungmin and Jeongin sat close to me and Chan as they watched the television with wide, eager eyes.

I tried to turn off my mind, focusing on a distant spot beyond the edge of the screen. It worked for a while, keeping my mind occupied away from the movie playing in the background. In fact, I might have managed to survive the rest of the evening had it not been for Chan whose lips were suddenly brushing along the length of my neck.

I immediately flinched away. “What are you doing?” I whispered, unrelenting when his hand wrapped around the back of my head to force me into place.

“I’m hungry,” he smirked against my exposed skin, teeth sharp against my delicate flesh.

“Why now?” I said, looking over at the others because there was no way they couldn’t hear the two of us.

“Just one bite,” Chan said and I rolled my eyes but bared my neck for him, hoping he would be fast about the unexpected ordeal. He was quick to adjust me on his lap, fixing our positions to his liking. Chan’s teeth penetrated my skin gently and I could feel his mouth latch on tightly as he started to drink from me. I tried not to react, glancing away at the other members who were still watching the movie. With the exception of Changbin, who was looking at me with a dangerous smirk that immediately alerted me to the fact that something was terribly wrong.

As the seconds ticked away, I realized that Chan had no intention of stopping and my instincts kicked in as the storm of anxiety registered throughout my slowly weakening body. I jerked away from Chan who must have been caught off-guard, blood spraying into the air around us as the wound had not been properly closed. But my decision proved to be a necessary distraction because Jeongin and Seungmin both immediately reacted to the intense smell, teeth bared as they sought the source of the blood coating the furniture and my clothes. I managed to dodge Jeongin as he lept at me first, colliding into Chan to send them both falling back into the floor.

With my hand pressed against my neck, I started for the front door, aware of Changbin closing in behind me. But the older boy was unprepared for Seungmin’s attack whose instincts probably insisted that someone was trying to steal his fresh supply of blood. Changbin let out a grunt as he wrestled with a feral Seungmin, receiving help from Felix and Hyunjin who were trying to protect their sire. Through the haze clouding my eyes, I could see Jisung holding back Minho whose sharpened incisors were cutting deeply into the thin skin of his lips. “You belong to us!” Jisung snarled.

“We can be together forever,” Chan said, still distracted by a wild Jeongin whose dark eyes were starting to look very unfamiliar. It was only then that I realized I had been tricked. They had been trying to turn me without my permission. The expensive wine Changbin insisted I drink must have been someone’s blood because when a human died with vampire blood in their system...

I forced those thoughts away, deciding it was far more important to focus on escaping, and the feral vampires provided the perfect distraction. I managed to make it out onto the street, finding my car parked at the sidewalk. I started the ignition, blasting cold air through the vents to keep me conscious as I pulled out onto the main road. Blood was still pouring steadily from my wound when I stopped next to the Emergency room entrance, ignoring a nearby policeman who was clearly displeased that I was blocking the road before I finally succumbed to the darkness with a grateful sigh.

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kisskissbanggang · 5 years ago

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The Sabotage of Simkung House - Part 2

[Stray Kids Multi Fic - 15Min Read/4K Words - Changbin x - Female Reader - Non-Idol!au, Variety!au - NSFW/Smut, Plot - Reverse Harems, Variety Shows, Unfolding Plot, Gym Sex, Daddy Kink, Secret Hook-Ups]

How could a show like this get tedious so fast? By the end of the first week you had established a rhythm: clean, get a dumb text from Felix, flirt a little, and do a tiny amount of Chan’s laundry every night. The frequency was the biggest part of your routine that puzzled you.

Until you realized -- maybe that was his angle. Maybe, perhaps, Chan was awful at flirting and this was his attempt at seeing you in “private.” You set about experimenting, coming up to his room early one night, right after you heard steps travel from his room to the bathroom. Being the oldest had its perks, such as no roommate to answer when you pretended to wait after knocking. You bashfully gasped as a hand tapped on your shoulder from behind, and you turned to see Chan wrapped up in a bathrobe, his soft, wavy hair still soaked after washing.

“Noona,” he plainly greeted, “I apologize for making you wait. It was nice of you to come meet me up here instead.” He brushed past you into his room, returning with a measly pile of laundry that he set in your basket before shutting the door in your face. You smiled meagerly, shrugging in defeat to the camera at the end of the hall when you turned to retreat downstairs.

You hit the bottom step and let out an actual gasp this time, surprised as you were that Changbin was currently helping Hyunjin with his squats in the home gym outside your room. Both boys watched as you nearly fumbled Chan’s laundry out of your hands, Changbin’s smirk catching your eye before he turned his attention back to correcting Hyunjin’s form. You separated and got started on Chan’s laundry before heading back to your room to think. Did you have it all wrong? Maybe Chan couldn't be won that easily. You would have to do some more reconnaissance.

The next morning, you awoke to your requisite text from Felix.

>How’s my shining star this morning? Try interacting more during the day. You rate the best out of the staff cast.

You huffed out a sigh as you pulled on a simple pair of pants with your cute blouse, more suitable for housework when you weren't attempting to get any work done for your own show. The curtains needed to be steamed and the hardwood needed to be tended to on the main floor. You would have to wax each room when the boys weren't using them. Somehow, though, the house was already seemingly empty. You grabbed a duster and peeked into each room, trying to feel out where everyone may have run off to. Seungmin hadn't warned you of any big happenings coming up, so it would seem odd that no one was around.

Until you opened the door to the backyard. Apparently, the boys had begun a morning exercise regimen, with Changbin leading everyone in push-ups. Chan seemed most adept beside him, with Minho doing well enough at the end, and Jisung and Hyunjin attempting to keep up behind them.

“Noona,” Changbin greeted over his shoulder, “we’re about to start some yoga to cool down and then we’ll be heading inside.”

“That’s fine,” you reassured him, “I was just checking up on you. I thought you’d all run away,” you laughed.

“Want to join in?”

“Yoga?” You asked, considering. “Sure. Save me a spot tomorrow morning. Now, nobody steps foot in the study today until I'm done waxing the floor,” you teasingly wagged a finger at the boys, waving goodbye as you walked back in the house.

You really did plan to join them. Your scheme now involved getting so invested in their show that you spent even more time with all of them. Surely, you'd be able to figure Chan out that way, and get the others in the process. Seungmin popped up as you headed to the study.

“Do you need any workout clothes for tomorrow, noona?” He whispered in the quiet of the hall. You shook your head, silently thanking him and waving goodbye. Weird. If he’d watched your nighttime footage, he'd have known that you'd worked out before bed every night after the first. Then again, what assistant has time to watch the dailies?

Nonetheless, the next morning you arrived just in time for yoga with the boys, covered up pretty well with tights under your shorts and a hoodie on over your t-shirt, with a mic from the crew clipped on since you were out in the backyard. You stretched out with everyone else, them doing it to cool down from their workout, and you to warm up after your night of sleep. You attempted to not notice the boys all glancing at you as you easily kept up with and occasionally outpaced Changbin, your casual relaxation more than making up for any poses you didn’t quite get. It was apparent to you by now that the safe approach for all of them was to pretend you were entirely oblivious and innocent.

Except for Minho.

Minho caught your eye during Downward Facing Dog, smiling cutely at you as you stretched. And, as you transitioned into Child’s Pose, you noticed both Changbin and Chan taking note of your acknowledgement, each with one eyebrow cocked. At least, that is, until you smiled back at Changbin, causing him to quickly divert his gaze, and now Chan’s raised eyebrow was directed at him instead.

Now what did that mean?

You were curious to the point of distraction for the rest of your yoga session and you thanked the boys for including you before you headed back in the house to get started on chores. For the time being, you would bury your head in your work while you attempted to formulate your next step. The amazing thing was, though, that you couldn’t even do the thing you usually did when you wanted to be productive and think through things.

Streaming wasn't just your main livelihood aside from the occasional AV, it was something you enjoyed enough to be doing instead of pursuing something related to your degree. You could take some time, get some thinking done and have some fun, and please some fans while you were at it. You’d been miserable working retail and clubs. This way, you were your own boss and running your own life on your own terms. You understood why you signed the contract knowing you couldn’t stream -- filming property that belonged to the studio and making money off it was pretty much stealing in a legal sense, and you didn't need to bring the law into complicating an already complicated lifestyle -- but you still missed it.

You headed upstairs after your day of chores to catch Seungmin and return your mic, which you hadn’t thought about and had promptly stowed in your apron for the rest of the day. You looked around, hands on your hips and confused as you saw the crew had already cleared out.

“Hmm,” you wondered out loud, “I wonder where Seungmin is.” You’d grown accustomed to this the past couple days, just asking for something out loud to yourself and Seungmin or Jeongin appearing and giving it to you. The house was wired enough that someone was bound to hear you.

Or at least you thought.

You waited a solid few more minutes until Seungmin popped his head in from downstairs.

“Noona!” He laughed, just a little surprised. “I came back for my earbuds. Did you call for me?” He walked over, picking up a pack of wireless headphones off the corner of a table. He walked over and took the mic from you, wrapping it up and setting it back in its cradle for now. “This is the only room with no microphones or cameras, so if that mic's off you’ve been out of luck.”

“Oh!” You laughed, “that makes a ton of sense. Thank you.”

Seungmin waved you goodnight and you returned the same as he hopped down the stairs for the night before you eventually went down yourself. All this thinking for the day and you still couldn't see a clear path ahead of you. Maybe you just needed to clear your head.

You had “cleared your head” plenty since arriving at the house, usually for your viewers in the middle of the night when you weren't getting any other work done. The first time, the only feedback you got was Felix telling you to partially cover up with a blanket to appear a little more modest. You ventured down to your room, sitting on your bed and flicking through Twitter. It felt odd seeing your friends and fans and not talking to them, but it was still nice to see what everyone was up to. Everyone looked so productive that it sort of made your heart hurt, like you were missing out. Even Duckie, one of your streaming friends you’d met when you first started, was on a sabbatical for work but was still uploading old content to keep things fresh, along with some new selfies. You clicked through to his profile, scrolling through and liking his new posts and really feeling like you were missing out now. Previously, you’d considered hitting him up to possibly ask him over to collaborate, actually meet him and see his face for once and fool around, but you always felt too small, too amateur since he got started a couple years before you. You jumped through all sorts of imaginary hoops to justify your belittlement in regards to this guy who you only knew by his username. Even tapping through selfies of him wearing the necklace you got him as a birthday present, you knew that was just a thing friends did, but not friends like you were curious to be. For God's sake, he was even still occasionally wearing the cute pair of expensive briefs you got him as a not-so-secret Santa gift a year ago, but he remained unapproachable in your mind. Maybe once the show wrapped you could consider it again.

And, you suddenly realized, you’d used up almost half an hour aimlessly scrolling and browsing. You checked the time -- so much for clearing your head. You got up, ready to try to get some work done, and grabbed your laundry basket. You headed upstairs, hesitating just a moment before knocking on Chan’s door. Should you say something? You wouldn’t even be sure what to say by now, to try and figure out what his problem was with you. By now, you were thoroughly convinced that's what it was: a problem.

Chan opened up, taking one look at you with a sigh before fetching his laundry. “You don't have to suck up to me, you know,” he muttered as he rummaged behind his half-closed door, “I don't have anything to offer you.”

Yup, you confirmed, he has a problem with me.

“Then tell me to stop,” you simply replied.

“Why would I do that?” He asked as he set his clothes into the basket in your hands. “Appearances are important. You're being paid to work here, and I'm being paid to work here while you work. Don't let me get in the way of that. Goodnight, noona.” And with that, Chan briskly shut the door in your face.

You sighed as you stormed down the stairs. You had done nothing but be nice to this prick, and he thought you were getting something out of him?

You sort of are, stupid, you silently chided yourself.

You quickly sorted Chan’s laundry in with the rest of the boys’ and stomped back into your room, pacing in your annoyance when you heard someone descend the stairs. Maybe, perhaps, this was a good opportunity to turn this energy into something productive. But who could be down here at this time of night? You got your answer as you heard some weights being pulled off the rack out in the gym.

Of course, you realized, Changbin.

Changbin had given you an equally quizzical look earlier during yoga, and now seemed like a perfect time to catch him while he was distracted.

You emerged from your room in a more comfortable outfit than you'd worn that morning: just some leggings and a sports bra, your hair pulled up and out of your face again as you stepped onto the treadmill. The sound of weights being rested tipped you off, and you took off your headphones as you looked back.

“Oh, Changbin,” you greeted, pretending to pause the music you hadn't been playing, “I didn’t know you were out here. I can--”

“No, noona, don’t be sorry,” Changbin replied as he looked you over, “there's plenty of room for both of us.” He gingerly laid back down on the bench before starting to lift again. You let yourself ogle the way his muscles tensed as he worked out. After all, you could get some information and get some work done if you played your cards right. Changbin looked down his nose at you, catching you watching him before you quickly turned back to the treadmill to program it. You did, however, catch his small smirk before you looked away.

“Thanks for inviting me to yoga again,” you called over your shoulder.

“Of course -- noona --” he shared between lifts, “I’d love -- to have you -- back again.”

“Don’t you mean ‘we’d love to have you back again?’”

“No--” he breathed out a laugh as he took a second to catch his breath again, “I mean I would. Maybe Minho, with how he looks at you. And the others. Well, not Chan-hyung, but--”

“I know,” you cut in, just agitated enough for Changbin to catch. What he didn’t catch, however, was you still hadn’t programmed the treadmill by the time he started lifting again. You stepped off and strode over, hesitating for only a moment to let him sense you before swinging a leg over and gently lowering yourself onto his lap where he laid on the bench. Changbin gasped and nearly fumbled the bar before you helped him get a grip and rest it.

“Chan-hyung told me about you,” he warned, quietly but confidently.

“He what?” You asked, astounded. The audacity of this prick.

“I asked him what his deal was with you. He told me about bit players who try to weasel their way into bigger parts on variety shows.”

“Oh, god, and you believed him?” You asked bluntly.

“Well, I mean--” Changbin grumbled, looking a little caught.

You rolled your eyes. “I just happen to like you and the others and look where that gets me.”

“You like me?” He asked, and it was almost innocent. Changbin's hands still held onto the bar where he'd racked his weights, almost like he was trying to keep from grabbing onto your hips that had just started to subtly grind against his.

“Of course I do,” you cooed. For his sake, you weren't even lying -- you did like him and the others. “You're handsome and funny and nice and so fit,” you praised. Changbin actually moaned under his breath as your fingers traced the definition of his abdomen under his shirt, teasing the lines of his hips that would eventually lead you down between his legs. Considering your bruised ego from earlier that night, your head had inflated tenfold since then, watching as Changbin grew breathless at how you rolled your hips against his growing erection.

“How about you?” You asked, finally setting a treat on the mousetrap. “Do you like me?”

“Yes, noona,” he eagerly supplied, watching as you slid off his lap and down onto your knees in front of the bench. He groaned as you freed his length from his thin shorts. You only licked the tip of his cock and he cursed under his breath. “You sure you’re a housekeeper?” He smirked, gritting his teeth as you continued teasing the tip of his length with your tongue. “You don't act like one.”

“Well, have you met any who wanted to do this before?” You asked before taking his length deep between your lips. You pulled off him with an audible ‘pop’ and jerked his cock.

“No, but I'm enjoying it,” he gasped as you dipped him deep into your mouth again, now threatening to suck him into your throat. “Maybe too much. Come here,” he demanded, grabbing your hand and pulling you up onto his lap again. He kissed you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he got up and spun you around to sit you on the edge of the bench. It was his turn to sink to his knees in front of you as he pushed your thighs up to your chest. He pulled your leggings to your knees and you bit into your knuckle as you felt his tongue taste you between your legs. Changbin hungrily licked at you for a minute, his fingers getting a good feel inside you before he got back up. The head of his cock nudged up against you.

“Noona, do you--”

“Call me ‘baby’,” you insisted.

“Really? I was about to ask--”

“Call me ‘baby’, or ‘beautiful’, or ‘slut’ or literally anything else,” you demanded, and Changbin nodded. Admittedly, being everyone's noona was starting to grow a little thin, but now you were more intrigued by the flush on his cheeks.

“If we’re in the mood to ask for things,” he carefully began, the head of his length still prodding against you, “can you call me ‘daddy’?”

“Really?” You smirked sweetly. His nod was almost sheepish. “Please fuck me, daddy,” you pouted, and with a sharply whispered curse, Changbin sank into you. You whimpered for effect, holding onto your legs where he had them pinned to your chest.

“That's it, baby, you're so tight like this,” he groaned as he fucked you, his hands holding tight onto your knees.

“Not so loud, daddy,” you quietly pleaded, “the others might hear--”

“Hear what, baby? How well you're taking it?” He grinned as his hips pumped hard against you. You moaned loud, biting into your knuckle as Changbin worked over your pussy. “Tell me how you want to cum, baby,” he implored, “I want to make it happen before I fill you up.”

You groaned from his filthy words, surprising you since Changbin had been mostly quiet up until now. “I want to ride your face, daddy,” you whined sweetly.

Changbin smirked as he pulled out of you, tugging your leggings the rest of the way off and helping you off the bench. He laid down, his head right at the edge. “Come here, baby. I want to taste you again.” He gasped as you lowered yourself, but positioned so you could still tease and suck his hard length. “What’re you doing?” He asked, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your warm pussy.

“I want to taste you again, too,” you smiled, squeaking out a moan as his hands pulled your thighs down so he could lick you. Changbin ate you like he was starving, groaning and humming against you as he tried not to buck into your mouth. You moaned and sighed around the cock in your mouth, your legs trembling from propping yourself up over Changbin’s face as you rolled your hips against his tongue. Just his enthusiasm alone was pushing you closer to orgasm -- not a big one, but still jolting through to your fingertips and making you cry out and gag on his length when it happened.

“Come on, baby,” Changbin prodded, “I’m not finished with you yet.” He helped you back up, slipping his shirt off to wipe up his chin as he bent you over on the bench. His fingers dipped back into your sensitive pussy, scissoring inside you and feeling you out before he slid his cock deep inside you again. From this angle, he stretched you even more than he had when you were on your back, and you whined from the extra stimulation. One hand roughly gripped your hip and the other grabbed at your breasts as he roughly fucked you.

“How close did I get you, daddy?” You smirked back over your shoulder.

“Too close, baby, but I'm going to fuck you as long as I can.” Changbin landed a playful smack on your ass as he pumped into you, groaning in tandem with your moans as he rolled his hips. He hadn’t lied; it was really only a few more minutes before his breathing was tagged and he sounded like he was right on the brink. You just needed to seal the deal.

“Is daddy gonna cum?” You asked sweetly.

“Yes baby,” he panted, “how do you want it?”

“How do you want to give it to me?”

Changbin thought for a moment, his hips still snapping against you as he decided. “I want to watch you swallow it down, baby.”

You happily cooperated as he swiftly pulled out, pulling you off the bench and turning you around before you landed on your knees in front of his dripping cock. Just to get him there, you dipped his length deep into your mouth, the head nudging into your throat as his moans grew more desperate. You sucked his cock deep for a few more strokes, gagging on it hungrily before Changbin came with a deep groan. He threw his head back but quickly got his eyes back on you just in time to watch you pull off and let the rest of his load spurt into your waiting mouth. You looked up into his eyes as you graciously swallowed everything. Changbin pulled you to your feet and muffled your surprised moan as he kissed you deeply, his tongue greedily tasting his cum on your own.

“Thanks, noona,” he laughed breathlessly, still holding your hand.

“Thanks, daddy,” you winked, loving the red tinting his cheeks now that the haze of sex was starting to dissipate from his brain.

“First time doing anything like that,” he smirked, “maybe we can do it again.” Changbin squeezed your hand and kissed your cheek before gathering his shirt up and heading upstairs. He didn't catch the puzzled look on your face as you searched for one of the cameras in the basement. You gave a sarcastic curtsey to the nearest one before retreating to your room.

Like clockwork, a soft knock sounded at the door only a few minutes later. Jeongin had turned out the lights in the basement and was dutifully waiting for you with a bottle of water and his small messenger bag, which you had gathered over the past few days was actually full of next to anything you might need, including extra birth control methods and hygiene products. For all intents and purposes, he was a great assistant to have on set.

“Jeongin,” you whispered in the silent darkness of the basement, “I'm confused about something.”

“What is it, noona?”

“So far both Minho and Changbin have said they've never done anything like this before. Any idea why they would broadcast that this is their first AV like that? No one likes boy amateurs like they do girls.”

“Didn't think about it,” Jeongin shrugged, “but Felix told me the cast is really committed to playing up their studious personalities, like they're won over by you in the midst of filming their other show.”

“So they’re doing a pure and tempted bit?” You asked. You weren't one to question the big boss, but it didn’t hurt to be sure. Jeongin shrugged again.

“That’s a question for the PD’s, but I think that’s about right.”

“Can I meet with Felix about it? I just want to know I'm following the right direction.”

“Sorry, noona,” Jeongin shrugged again, “Felix said no meetings except for urgent matters. He wants to maintain the atmosphere in the house. Goodnight.”

And as quickly as he came, Jeongin was gone, having crept up the stairs back up to the attic to keep watch. You turned back to the warm light of your room, made a little cuter by now with some of the decorations you’d brought from your small apartment. Thoughts swirled around your head, wondering how to be as committed to maintaining a vibe for the show like the boys were. You set about folding and putting away your laundry, keeping busy as you thought.

When you noticed two pairs of your panties were missing.

[To be continued.]

#skzsmutnet #kprose-net #stray kids smut #changbin smut #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #kpop smut #kpop fanfiction

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scented-morker · 4 years ago

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hii :)) i love you’re works!! i was wondering if i could have a matchup with enha and dreamies? i’m 5’0, my personality type is ISTJ-T and i’m a january capricorn lol. my hairs dark brown i think, and it’s past my mid back. i have brown eyes i guess if that matters(lol)

i tend to be awkward, especially around people who i don’t know. i’m pretty shy, just depends who i’m with. people tend to tell me i’m very intimidating, and very hard to approach until they get to know me, then they say i’m funny and cool to hang out with. i’m not on the emotional side, but i tend to let my emotions build up, and when i have a really bad day, i tend to let everything out. i don’t like showing my emotional side though. im usually nice, but if someone treats me bad or just rubs me the wrong way, i will be very cold to them. i tend to be the friend that people go to when they need advice, and i’m pretty trustworthy. if i’m comfortable with the people i’m around, i tend to be super hyper and i let loose and show like my “house” self (i have a school personality and a home one lol)

i love rom coms😩 and documentaries, i love rainy days and staying home. i’m the type of person to say like oh “i’m gonna like workout”and then say “oh tomorrow i’ll start” while eating spoonfuls of nutella.. i have a tiny bit of a shopping addiction, and i love jewelry like flowery rings or just cute and simple and minimalist necklaces. i wear whatever is in my closet but i’m more of a sweats and hoodie type person😩. i wanna study homicides, and like solve cases. i like to sing and write in my free time. i’m in marching band lol. i absolutely despise people who ask the same question after they clearly heard me. i’m also a bit petty. my favorite colors are brown and green hehe >< i’m more of a dog person, and i would adopt all the dogs if i could :( i’m not smart but i can get a A if i tried. ill listen to everything, but i’m not a huge fan of country... n e ways i love hugs, like back hugs or anything you name it, especially when the persons like taller and they put their head on yours or something like yes pls- i’m not a huge fan of hand holding but i like playing with fingers or when they play with mine. i’m not much of a person who likes to call, and i don’t like when you constantly have to let your s/o know what you’re doing or where you’re at. i prefer just having someone who understands i don’t like texting all the time and have trust i’m not doing anything.

overall i’m a quiet person, and i don’t mind being by myself. most of the time at school i have my headphones in. i appreciate the little things someone does for me and i try to do my best to show my affection towards them as well. and last but not least, i love my naps. 90% of my days is spent taking naps. thank you so much! i hope you are well and healthy, and stay safe during this time!! <3

(i hope this wasn’t too much!!) :(

I ship you with: sunghoon!

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You’re both the kinda intimidating and maybe seem cold at first type people who are actually super cool once they open up

I also think you both probably hide your emotions more than you should lol, but that’s something you could work on together 🥰

The thing about jewelry really made me think of him for some reason like he would love your little rings and necklaces 🥺 he’d probably buy you more and like matching ones

He’s definitely taller than you which means ✨the best back hugs✨ which you deserve

lil scenario

“Come onnnn babe, you said you wanted to work out with me”

Sunghoon pouted from the doorway, trying to trick you out of your warm bed.

“Yeah but we both know that was a lie”

He laughed at your bluntness, making his way back to the side of the bed.

“But it’d be so fun, we can do cardio and lift weights and-”

“And hate ourselves apparently, because that sounds awful. I say we lay here in my comfy bed, I make my world famous gourmet Nutella toast, and we watch this documentary about serial killers”

He makes a face, laughing at the suggestion but ultimately realized he’s not gonna win this one, before climbing under the covers with you.

“Deal, but we start hitting the gym tomorrow”

“Yeah sure babe”

You both know that you are not, indeed, going to hit the gym tomorrow.

I ship you with: Jisung!

Another tall one to give you back hugs, and he seems like the person who would just absentmindedly fiddle with your fingers, especially if he’s nervous 🥺

Definitely does little things he’ll know you appreciate, like he’ll leave little sticky notes around your house reminding you of things you need to do or with compliments 🥰 or if he sees you fell asleep he moved you to your bed and turns all the lights off, that kinda stuff 🤩

Would be 1000% down to nap with you. No matter the time, no matter the place. You could literally just show up at the dorms, walk past everyone and into his room and he’s like 😁 “time to nap”

lil scenario

You sigh when you roll over, opening your eyes only for Jisung not to be next to you. You knew he had a schedule today but you were hoping your nap could be short enough that you could see him again before he left.

Forcing yourself to get up, you roll the cover around you as you make your way into the living room, plopping yourself down on the couch before you notice something small and yellow on the frame of your tv.

You get up to go see what it is, instantly recognizing your boyfriend’s handwriting.

Channel 17, 2 pm

You check the time, seeing that it was already almost the time on the note, immediately turning your tv on and flipping to channel 17.

The time hit right after a commercial, and you were greeted by seeing Jisung on the tv with the boys, his note giving you the perfect chance to watch his whole performance and rave to him about it when you saw him next.

When they finished performing you went over to the kitchen to grab yourself a snack seeing another note.

I made some extra for you, it’s in the fridge in the green bowl <3

You once again found yourself smiling from ear to ear at the thoughtfulness of your boyfriend. Once you had made the food and sat down to eat, one last sticky note, a different color than the rest, caught your attention.

I’ll be back at 6 to pick you up for our date, wear the new outfit we bought? I can’t wait to see you

#the fact that you’re in marching band makes me like you already #kpop ships #enhypen #nct dream #caras ships

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feel199x · 4 years ago

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in love with a ghost; ch. 01- somethings in between

soul eater!au, ghost!au, witch!au, apocalypse!au, gods of olympus!au (YEAH I SAID IT. ALL OF THEM)

MASTERLIST

summary: jisung’s a ghost- well, sort of. it’s not your fault. shenanigans are going on to get back to live!

warning: uhh none except lots of swearing ‘cause reader’s FEISTY!

You remember the night it happened.

And there is nothing, absolutely nothing in this world that you want to remember less. But you can’t. You sit up at night, and you can’t help but remember. And it’s killing you, it’s kill you painfully and slowly and you don’t think you can take it anymore. It doesn’t help that he’s all you have left and that he’s a ghost.

A fucking ghost.

Well, sort of.

“What the fuck was that, _____? You had him!”

But boy, he could still get on your nerves.

“I’d like to see your bitch ass try!”

Your eyes snapped open and you swung your scythe at the demon, and missed. The debris under you flew everywhere as you tried to stabilize yourself for the upcoming attack. Breathing deeply, you stuck your scythe’s staff into the ground and jumped. It was a risky move, you knew, but it was worth a shot. Fate turned to rule in your favor. Your thighs wrapped around the demon’s neck and your scythe turned into a dagger, where you then plunged the blade into the demon’s eye repeatedly. Because of the close proximity, however, the demon pulled at your leg and towards his mouth. In a swift movement, you snapped his neck and used your weapon- which had since turned back into a scythe- to launch yourself off the demon’s back.

The landing was unsuccessful and you rolled on the ground, earning cuts and bruises everywhere. Fuck! Why did you choose to wear a skirt today of all days?

“____, get up! Now’s the perfect time!”

“I know that, Jisung! Just give me a second!”

“You don’t have a second!”

You grumbled a string of curses at him, but got up anyway. It was time for a spell. Spinning your scythe like a baton, you started chanting.

“Fera impurus vis te cadent in gladio et in sæcula fecisti dolorem,” your scythe trembled slightly, a heat climbing up your body, and you felt the light envelop you completely, “nomine terrae et aquae, opiferque mortis visitabo vos!”

The earth beneath you trembled, and you could feel your soul eating you up, but you couldn’t stop- not until he was nothing but demon guts. For Jisung.

“____! Stop! You’re going to destroy everything! He’s dead, ____! He’s dead!”

You stopped suddenly, collapsing on the ground. Demons couldn’t die. You knew that. What Jisung meant was that the demon was efficiently blown up.

You groaned as the smell finally hit you. Demon guts smelled awful. Oh, and all the destruction you meant a bunch of trees uproot themselves and splashed everything everywhere.

“You can unmanifest now, Jisung.”

“No way! What if something happens?”

You shrugged, “I’ll cause the end of the world. Whatever. But I know it’s not your favorite shape to be in.”

The scythe you still somehow had a grip on disappeared, and in its place was a hollow image of Jisung.

“Get up.”

“No.”

“_____, get up.”

“No.”

“_____,” Jisung crouched down, and you knew his hand was on your head even though you couldn’t feel it. “we need to get you home.”

“Home isn’t going anywhere.”

“Pretty soon the cops are going to show up and wonder why a kid is all bruised up and laying in the middle of the wreckage. You got any alibis handy?”

You stuck your middle finger up, but you knew he was right. Hell, you could practically hear the sirens.

“Well, I guess we better get biking.”

“Why don’t you get a car?”

“Because they’re death traps, and they leave you vulnerable.”

“At least you would get places quicker.”

“You are literally a ghost, Jisung. Just, teleport.”

He shrugged, “Then I’d be alone. I’d rather be with you.”

Your face grew hot and you turned away from him, “I’ll think about it. But we can always just bike.”

In the distance, the sound of sirens started to grow louder. “Fuck! Jisung c’mon.”

“I told you!”

You ran towards your bike and scrambled onto it, pedaling as fast as you could. The ride was anything but smooth. Why weren’t you blessed with teleportation powers? All you had were these pesky psychic powers, and they were totally out of control- you couldn’t do anything without destroying the surrounding ecosystem. But damn you if you couldn’t pedal fast. Cops were never good news. Ever.

Fuck!

You forgot to collect the demon’s blood.

Something appeared in the distance and you closed your eyes to better sense it. It was a strange aura, and an entirely odd shaped soul. Oh! Oh. You turned your bike around, but the turn was too sharp and you ended up falling off- further scraping your body. And Jisung, of course, had the audacity to laugh. Somehow, you had the self restraint to ignore him.

God knew you’d be too powerful if you could teleport.

You moved slowly, distributing the weight of your body and listening to the earth. You outstretched your hand, hoping he would get the hint- and he did.

The dagger’s handle filled the grip of your hand and you held it tightly, until you could feel Jisung’s soul latch onto yours. It was like holding his hand again. His soul felt like hot chocolate. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind.

The unidentified object started to move, you could feel the earth underneath you shake slightly- the roots of trees ache slightly, the wild flowers and mushrooms sending out warning signals to you.

You felt it come up, and instinctively, you slashed at it. The smell, however, was familiar. Now, how does that work? How could a demon regenerate that fast? And now his soul- or what would be his soul is all fucked up.

The sirens- siren? There was only one cop car, which was pretty lucky for you. That’s okay, you can multitask.

“_____, this isn’t a good idea. We need to make a break for it.”

“I’ll be fine, Jisung. This isn’t anything we haven’t done before.”

“It’s too much of a risk. I’m unmanifesting.”

“I’m doing this for you!”

Jisung didn’t answer. The demon made a swipe for your leg, and you felt his nails scratch a long line down your leg and then you felt the dagger dissolve. But that’s fine. You could handle yourself.

“Et oblita es qui es. a quo factum est. tibi perdidit.”

The demon, frantic in it’s amnesia, tried to make a pass at you. Too much was going on. You felt like your insides were melting. You turned towards the demon- and you don’t even remember casting a spell- but you felt him explode- the demon blood splattering across your face.

The cop was coming closer, you could feel his footfall in the earth. You didn’t care, and more importantly, you didn’t have time. You could feel the light burning through you, your soul bleeding out. You snapped the necklace that was around your neck, and collected the blood on your face to drop into the vial that was attached to it.

Recklessly, you let the cop watch you. You could feel him stop in his tracks, afraid. He was stunned, and so you just walked past him, limping. You looked at him, looking at you. But you didn’t care. He wasn’t going to do anything. That much you knew.

And Jisung wasn’t having it.

“You could’ve died.”

“Maybe, but I didn’t. I’m powerful enough to keep myself alive. And I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“_____, aren’t you listening? You could’ve died- you’re just getting stronger and you don’t have any control over yourself-.”

“I know! I know, Jisung! But atleast I would’ve ended up with you again! That’s all I want.” you choked on your tears, “I know you’re worried about me. I don’t mean to do it. I just want you back. I just want to be with you again. I don’t care how it happens.”

“Oh, ______.”

“I’m sorry, Jisung. I don’t mean to be an asshole.”

“Hey,” he tried to grab your hand, and you swear you could’ve burst into tears, “we’re gonna figure it out. It’s gonna be okay.”

The rest of the walk was spent in a silence. Finally, you and Jisung got home. And the first thing you wanted to do was eat. Thankful you had stopped bleeding some time ago. Even better, you lived in the absolute middle of nowhere, so no one came across your bloody self. And even if they did, it would just become another one of the forest’s ghost stories.

The reputation helped people keep away.

“Shouldn’t you shower?”

“Nah.”

Jisung had disappeared for a bit as you made your ramen. Well, making was a bit of an exaggeration. All you had to do was boil water. Normally, you would chef it up, but the using of your powers made you feel absolutely exhausted. You sighed, the water in the kettle finally boiling, and began pouring the water into the noodle cup

“_____.”

You jumped, almost spilling the cup all over yourself.

“Yes, Jisung?”

“Can I possess you?”

“For what reason?”

“Oh, I have several. One, I really want some of that ramen you’re eating and two, you love me.”

You sighed, rolling your shoulder and staring at him, “If you do laundry.”

“You’re cruel.”

“And you’re a ghost. Care to spew any other obvious facts?”

He huffed, crossing his arms, “I could do it without your permission, I’m doing it because I’m a nice person.”

“Yeah, you’re a real casper. Very friendly.”

“So,” he dragged his o’s, “is that a yes?”

“Fine.”

Jisung clapped his hands, and sprinted into you. He still had a soul, somehow, and it mixed in with yours. It wasn’t so much an uncomfortable feeling so much as it was plain strange. You could feel your consciousness slipping and you let it. You didn’t mind sharing your consciousness so much. It was comforting, in a sense. You could feel his soul in it’s entirety again. You fell, hitting the floor. You were in the half space again.

Atleast, that’s what you called it. Half conscious, half not. Sharing it, basically. You could still see what was going on, but not in the same way. It was like watching a movie in the theaters, except the screen is small and you’re so far away.

Jisung?

_____, this ramen is so, so good.

I’m glad you like it. I’m gonna let you take control for a while.

Jisung hummed in response.

You walked in the empty space. To anyone else, you think the nothingness would be overwhelming, but to you it was silent. With someone else driving your body, you could organize your thoughts. In the half space, you were truly alone. This was also the time you could plan out spells to help materialize Jisung for good. You breathed deeply, put your index finger and thumb over your nose, and plunged. The water was quite cold, but, at least in your mind, memory was stored in the water.

Turmeric.

Graveyard dirt.

Blood of the assailant.

A vision came to you, suddenly. It was vague and fast, mostly colors that didn’t make sense. And then, it started to clear. It was Jisung. Well- not quite, it was Jisung’s chest you were against. He was crying and breathing hard. You felt your body convulse, white spiking in your vision, and you felt like molten ocean water and tree roots breaking out of you.

Suddenly, you came back to.

You breathed hard.

There are two things that you’ve learned about your visions: one being that there was nothing you could do to change the outcome, and two, that it will always happen. No matter what. You learned those two the day Jisung-

No, you wouldn’t say it. But the vision meant that Jisung would come back to life. That was good. But you couldn’t tell him- not until you were sure of what would lead up to it. You didn’t want to get his hopes up.

Sometimes you wished that you hadn’t quit school. Yeah, maybe they thought you were going to bring about the end of the world and completely isolated you from the rest of the school’s population, but at least they could help you maintain your powers.

You shook your head, floating up in the water.

Jesus, just when you thought things couldn’t get more complicated.

You can have your body back.

I don’t really want to, I kind of like it here.

We don’t really know how this works, ____. We don’t even know how you can still use me as a scyth.

You sighed, Yes, I suppose you’re right.

Getting out of the half space, however, was never as easy as getting into it. You were flung into the real world, your insides being stretched out and then compressed back into your body. Dazed, the realms hadn’t separated yet. The human, the spirit, and the earth realm was all present and it made your brain hurt. Evidently, you had spent too much time in the half space.

Right when you were about to pass out, the door opened, and the cop stood in the door frame.

Damn, could you catch a break?

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kuratoki · 4 years ago

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Distance 07

Annyeong~! Its been a HOT MINUTE since I’ve last updated and I’m sorry to everyone who’s checked in to see how I’ve been doing and such >< Life got REALLY hectic over the last three months....you see...I may have gotten MARRIED!! Oppa and I have been together for a long time and this past summer we finally tied the knot!

Leading up to that, I was also working 6 days a week with 10hr days and working on my YT channel so I was stretching myself wayyyyy too thin to really think about posting ><. But that does not mean I forgot about Distance!! I was actually working on it during my downtime to try to complete it so I could start posting again but it was only this past week that I finally got the editing done so over the course of the next few days, please enjoy the next few parts of Distance. If you’re new and checking things out, you can find the Masterlist and all the other parts here.

Once again~ I’m so sorry for being gone for so long and I’ll try to be more active in the future ><

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 4322

Warnings: Cavity eating Fluff :x

~Tag List: @mikachu-28 @peachykrystal @jenoleeaesthetic

The next morning, the two of you were woken up by both your cellphones ringing simultaneously.

“If it’s Jaemin I swear to gjgksd.” Jeno said muffling his face into his pillow and hit the reject button only for his phone to ring once more.

“Its seven in the morning, what could you possibly want?” you grumbled into the receiver after you opted to answer it instead of let it go to voicemail.

“We’re on our way down and we’ll be there in two hours.” Renjun said, sounding more awake than usual, “Everyones skipping classes today since it’s Friday. Jaemin and Soonyoung are driving.”

“But its so early.” you whined as you heard Jeno grunt in agreement next to you, “See even Jeno agrees.” you heard Jeno mumble again, “He says to tell Jaemin to stop calling him.”

“Jaemin is not going to stop calling him till he answers” Renjun stated as you heard laughter in the background, “And we’re in different cars. I’m with Soonyoung, Yukhei, Yeeun and YangYang. Everyone else is in Jaemins car.”

“Fine, we’ll meet at our place first and decide what to do after.” you said stretching as you felt Jeno let out a high pitch squeak from his pillow and you felt his hand reach for your leg, “See you soon.” and without waiting for a goodbye, you hung up and rolled over to your companion as you felt him envelope you in his arms and nuzzle your cheek. “What’s wrong with you now?” you asked as you heard him giggle slightly. Now that was something you never heard.

“You told Renjun that you’d meet at our place.” he whispered in your ear and you rolled your eyes, turning in his arms as he readjusted so his hand rested on your waist.

“Why are you such a big puppy?” you asked curiously as he shrugged, leaning down to rub his nose against yours.

“A puppy only for you.” he confessed with a sigh, “You know how I am around everyone else.”

“An introverted pain in the ass?” you asked with a smirk and Jeno raised his eyebrows and raised one of his hands in a warning, wiggling his fingers for emphasis.

“Final answer?” he asked in warning as you gave him an innocent look.

Quickly rolling away and getting out of bed, Jeno barely caught your answer.

“Final answer!” you said quickly, running out the door towards your bathroom, leaving Jeno there to contemplate what you said.

Jeno sat up quickly and threw a playful glare towards the open door, “Y/N!!!!!!” he yelled but only got a muffled answer that he couldn’t even make out. He was actually hoping to sleep some more but with you awake now, there was no point. Running a hand through his hair, he yawned, reached for his glasses and looked around the room with a smile. He was glad that you approved of the decor and how there were mixtures of the two of you throughout the space.

At first he wanted to do a his and hers theme but he also liked having your stuff mixed with his. It made the room look homier, there were more pictures of your adventures, some of your clothes that Jeno had taken from your home hung next to his in separate closets. He had done this all himself and with some decoration help from the girls but he wanted to make this place special for the both of you.

Some would question why he decided to settle down so early, he was young, good looking and was in a good place. He knew he could have any girl he wanted (well maybe except Hana), but he had tried picturing a life without you and he didn’t like it. He tried picturing you with someone else and even the thought of Jisung still slightly aggravated him. He was selfish and wanted you for himself because no one understood him more. Did he love you? Somewhere deep down maybe and in time the words would come out but right now, he was just content being in your presence. You were his best friend, his travel buddy, his everything.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he took out a jewelry box and looked towards the door. Should he? It’d been on his mind for quite sometime and judging by how you reacted the night before to him making his place yours as well, he was sure he’d receive the same reaction.

“Staring at your bed won’t make it make itself you know.” you said from the door and Jeno looked up to see you freshened up in leggings and one of his button downs that looked like a dress on you. Walking over and sitting next to him, you ran your hand through his bed head. “Hello...Earth to Jeno Lee…I swear Renjun was right about the aliens switching you from an alternate universe. You haven’t been yourself lately.” you said, poking the side of his head and he turned to look at you with a playful glare which you returned with an innocent smile.

“You look good in my clothes.” he commented and you looked down at the light blue shirt, “But you do know you have clothes here too right?”

“Yours smell like you though.” you said grinning and laid down next to him on the bed, using his open arm as a head rest. You let out a content sigh as you felt your muscles relax, “I don’t know why, but with all the stress from the show...Jisung...this is the first time I feel...content.” you said feeling Jeno’s fingers tap lightly on your stomach as he hummed, rolling over so he was hovering over you before sitting up straight.

“I want to give you something.” he said as you craned your neck to look up at him with a raised eye brow

“What is it?” you asked and he placed the small box on your stomach.

“Open it.” he said and you reached forward but he slid the box further down your body, giving you a playful smile.

“Jeno Lee” you growled as he continued to move the box, before finally settling on your abdomen.

Finally getting a hold of the box, Jeno let go of your legs and helped you sit up but made sure your legs were still thrown over his. You looked at him curiously as he urged you to open the box and ever so slowly, your fingers lifted the wooden cover and just by the feel of it, you knew whatever it was, was expensive.

“Jeno you did not…” you said and gasped as you finally saw what it was. Inside the box was a chain and two intertwined rings on it. You recognized one of the rings as his Representative Rings he got back when you were at the same dance academy. He had given it to you as a birthday present and told you to hold on to it since he wasn’t big on wearing rings back then. He said it messed with his dancing and you couldn’t figure out what he meant but accepted the gift anyways. The other ring on the chain you couldn’t recognize.

“That’s my NCT Junior Club ring.” Jeno explained as you fingered the silverband, “Everyone who enters the club gets one with their name engraved into it and the year they joined. You get a nicer band when you become a senior. The rumor is that if a member gifts their significant other with their junior ring, then they’re bound to be life partners.”

You turned the ring so you could see the inside and right there was Jeno’s full name and the year he entered but there was also something else engraved next to it and you gasped.

~Forever my Soulmate~ Y/N 2020

“Jeno Lee..” you gasped softly and felt him wrap an arm around you, burying his face into your hair.

“Be with me.” he muttered and you almost didn’t hear him, “I don’t want you to go back to Europe knowing that Jisung is there and that he might make another move...At least...if you say yes, I’ll have a reason to beat him up if he does..”

Pulling away from him you slapped his chest, “How many times do I have to tell you that violence solves nothing?”

“And how many times am I going to remind you how hurt Jaemin was when you punched him?” he asked laughing as you shoved him slightly but obviously he was not moved, instead pulling you closer, “But what do you say..? Can we finally put a label on whatever we have now? Can I actually call you my girlfriend and not best friend?” he asked, his voice full of hope, “Not that we need a label or anything, it’s just that Jaemin and everyone else always bugs us and I know we agreed to go at our own pace but I really really want to call you my girlfriend.” he rambled and your hand on his cheek stopped him and the two of you shared a peaceful moment of silence.

“Put it on for me?” you ask, handing him the box and Jeno grinned, leaning over to kiss your forehead knowing that it was your way of answering his question. Taking the necklace out of the box, you held up your hair as he fastened the clasp around your neck before bringing you into his arms and snuggling his face into your cheek as the two of you laid down once more

“Best day ever.” he murmured, peppering your face with small kisses, making you giggle as you wrapped your arms around him, “You don’t think it’s too fast do you?” he asked, “I mean, we’re just getting to know each other again…”

“You did ask me to move in with you last night.” You deadpanned, “I would think that we’re going backwards.”

“It just felt like the right time.” Jeno reasoned and you snorted thinking of the reality of the situation.

“We’re eighteen, both with at least two pieces of property under our names, have pretty much settled down and are lucky enough to have a future secured for us. We’re not your typical teenagers.” you stated and Jeno chuckled.

“Yea, but we were never considered normal in anyone's eyes anyways so why start now?” he asked and you couldn’t help but agree with him as you shared a comfortable silence before he got up, bringing you with him. “I should get ready. Jaemin normally scrapes off ten to twenty minutes of time if he’s had his hell drink.”

“He’s going to die of a caffeine overdose someday.” You commented, making your new boyfriend chuckle. Straightening out the shirt, you reached for one of your belts you saw in the closet and wrapped it around your waist. “When did I give you permission to raid my closet?”

“Talk to me after you return all twenty hoodies that I thought went MISSING.” he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

The first group to arrive was Soonyoung, Renjun, Yukhei, Yeeun and YangYang. Jaemin had offered to pick up breakfast for everybody and was a few minutes behind. The two of you met them at the elevator and Yeeun was the first to embrace you before anyone else.

“Y/N!!!” she squealed, making you laugh before you were pulled away into Yukhei’s arms.

“Jeno took off with you so quickly yesterday that we didn’t even get to greet each other.” he said kissing your cheek and you pulled away to face the other three and waved while Jeno greeted Yeeun and Yukhei with the same enthusiasm, maybe even more.

“Hey guys.” you said to Soonyoung and Renjun who both gave you hugs and you turned to the last person, “Sorry we didn’t get to meet formally last night. I’m Y/N.” you said holding out your hand.

YangYang grinned and shook your hand, “It’s nice to meet you. Everyone has only said good things, especially Jeno over there.” he nodded towards the trio who were walking further into the space, joined by Soonyoung and Renjun.

“Yea…” you said, turning back to look at the blonde boy you could call yours, “Don’t believe everything he says, he tends to stretch the truth.” you said scratching the back of your neck awkwardly and motioned for him to follow you, “Do you want a tour?”

“Sure.” he said as you started to lead him through the apartment while everyone else lounged around. Jeno said he had to step out quickly but would be back before Jaemin got there.

After leading him upstairs, YangYang really got to look at the apartment as a whole. It was larger than most and he’d never seen an apartment like this in Korea before. There were floor to ceiling windows throughout the apartment, including the upstairs portion. It was a unique design and was definitely custom made, looking at you as you waved at Yeeun below, “The design of the place is so unique, I’ve never seen anything like it. Does your family own it?”

“Oh no. I don’t own property in this city.” you said shaking your head, “This is Jeno’s place.”

“You mean Jeno’s parents?” YangYang clarified, confused and you shook your head again.

“Jeno’s parents were the developers of this building which is why this specific apartment has a unique design. It’s two apartments designed as one.” you explained, “His parents gifted it to him when he turned eighteen.”

“Shit really? So this place is all Jeno’s?” he asked looking around and you giggled, used to newcomers reactions, “how does he afford to maintain the place?”

“He pays the bills and his family takes care of the people who maintain it when he isn’t here. Cleaners come once a week and they even stock the fridge if we give them enough warning but we rarely do. We tend to eat out or buy or own groceries on our way here anyways.” you explained and YangYang seemed surprised.

“So Jeno owns this whole place.” he said and you nodded, “And his parents gave it to him when he was eighteen?” you nodded again.

“We spent a lot of weekends here growing up and the occasional spring break.” you said, “he spent a lot of time here after he learned how to drive and his parents just thought it made sense.”

‘Just how much money does he have?’ YangYang asked himself and you continued the tour and YangYang continued to look around in awe. He paid extra attention to the photos scattered around the apartment. Mostly of you and Jeno growing up and in a tropical country or in a dance studio and birthday parties. There were many pictures of Jaemin as well and a few of Hana and this person he’d never seen before.

“And that’s pretty much it.” you said as you ended in the kitchen, “Feel free to help yourself to whatever you want, the fridge is stocked with a few drinks and snacks and so is the pantry.”

Around the same time, Jeno casually walked into the apartment with a bouquet, bypassing you and YangYang and straight into the bedroom before coming back out empty handed.

“Where did you go?” you asked as he came to stand with the two of you and greeted YangYang.

“Jaemin asked me for a favor at the last minute and I had to pick something up.” he answered, “I actually saw them pulling into the parking garage so they should be here any minute.”

“I cannot believe this place is yours.” YangYang said as he and Jeno made their way into the kitchen as you went to sit with Renjun.

“It’s ours.” Jeno said nodding towards the couch where Renjun was inspecting your new pieces of jewelry, holding in his chuckle when Renjun let out a very audible gasp which gained the attention of Yukhei and Yeeun who were now hovering over you with looks of interest. “I asked her to move in with me yesterday.”

“Woah, already?” YangYang gasped as Jeno shrugged, handing him a drink, “Don’t you feel like it’s a bit early? We heard that the two of you started connecting only in the last few months.”

“Felt like the right time.” he answered and chuckled when he saw Yeeun engulf you in a big hug while Yukhei ruffled your hair, giving you a large smile, “It’s a long story but we have too much history for us not to try and honestly, she’s the only one I can see myself settling down with.”

YangYang wondered why he felt a sense of deja vu as he listened to Jenos story when he heard the chime of the elevator signalling that the rest of the group arrived.

“Took you guys long enough.” Yukhei called as Jaemin and the others walked in with various bags of food and you got up to help Hana with the few bags in her hands.

“The order got held up.” Hana explained as the two of you hugged each other and she smirked seeing your necklace, “Nice piece of jewelry you got there girl, is it new?” she whispered as you giggled. Jeno had confessed that both Hana and Jaemin were in on his little surprise since it was Jaemin who had hooked him up with the person who combined the rings and Hana had found the box on the kitchen counter when she and Jaemin went to hang out at his house. She had found it cute and promised that she wouldn’t tell you about it. You were surprised that she had managed to keep a secret for that long.

“You should ask your boyfriend. I’m sure he can hook you up.” you said shooting her a wink before going to greet Chenle and the others who were with Jeno and YangYang. Once you were within arms reach, Jeno had brought you to his side and Chenle looked between the two of you suspiciously.

“So did Jeno finally grow some balls and ask you out?” he asked out of the blue and suddenly you were holding your boyfriend back from wringing the Chinese boys neck while you, YangYang and Xiaojun laughed.

“Wait so you mean you weren’t together already?” Xiaojun asked surprised, from what he’d heard about your relationship, he assumed that the two of you had already been together for a while now.

“I’ve been away for a long time and we’re still kind of reconnecting.” you explained, meeting the other boys eyes, “we’re official as of this morning.”

“That’s cute.” YangYang commented as Tzuyu rolled her eyes.

She still couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as Jeno would date someone as plain Jane like you. He deserved someone better, someone who would compliment him in terms of looks and skill. Granted, she had only seen you dance once and thought that it was nothing special. She still refused to acknowledge the look of love from Jeno’s eyes that he only directed towards you.

“Yep, proud neighbours for fourteen years.” you said and motioning to the food, “I’m sure you guys are hungry after that long drive. Make yourselves at home and if you need anything, let us know.”

“Thanks. Do you mind if we look around after? I’ve never seen a design like this before.” Xiaojun said with a smile as his eyes met yours, you felt the arm around your waist tighten as you smiled back.

“Sure, Jeno can give you the tour.” you said grinning up at said person who looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, “We’ll figure out our plans for the day after.”

Pulling away, you made your way over to Jaemin and Hana, squeezing yourself between the couple

The three of you along with Renjun updated each other on the happenings between the two Continents. Hana once again apologized for not talking to Jisung sooner and you brushed her off. You considered Jisung one of your closest friends and no one could have predicted that he’d make a move on you, especially after knowing that you belonged to Jeno.

“Have you and Jeno talked about it?” Hana asked and you shrugged.

“Kind of? He asked if I’d talked to him since the incident but Mia and Chan took away Jisungs phone since he has to focus on training camp. Obviously we get the occasional updates but from what we’ve heard, he’s one of the top 3 in his group.” you explained and Renjun nodded in agreement.

“He just needed to focus on one thing. You could tell that whenever he had a bad day he’d always run to you but without you there, he’s pouring his soul into his dance because he thinks it’s all he has.” Renjun added, “I’m very impressed. We won’t be seeing him till we get back to Europe for rehearsals but thats only when we drop in.”

“Where would Jeno be when he starts?” Jaemin asked and you grimaced.

“Jisungs class. He’s one of the nominees for captain of the new competition team if he makes it through and the students in that group are top tier. He’ll be spending a lot of time observing the group to make decisions.” Renjun answered chuckling and looked at you, “You guys need to get your bull shit together cause once rehearsals start, it’s half a year of responsibilities and thats for all of us. Jeno and Jisung are going to be around each other a lot in a few weeks and I’d rather not have the first fight of the season be over you.”

Jaemin examined your new piece of neck jewelry with a smirk.

“Well by the looks of it, Y/N and Jeno got their shit together.” he commented, toying with your necklace, “What did you think about the bracelets?”

Silence fell among the group as you looked at one another and Jaemin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Bracelets?” you asked, looking at Jaemin with a raised eyebrow and he shook his head quickly, realizing that he had spoiled a surprise and Hana gasped.

Turning to the kitchen where Jeno was conversing with Yang Yang and Kun who had shown up with Sicheng and Yuta he could feel your demeanour change as you made eye contact and his eyes shot to Jaemin who looked guilty.

He then realized that his best friend had ruined his surprise that he’d kept from both you and Hana who had only known about the necklace.

“Wait so there are bracelets?” Hana asked, looking at you and Jeno sighed shaking his head.

“Later, after I teach Jaemin how to keep his mouth shut” he said, wrapping his arms around you from behind the couch, throwing a glare at his best friend as everyone gathered around with plates of food, “First, what’s the plan today? Everyone kind of showed up a lot earlier then we were expecting.”

“What were YOU two going to be doing till dinner?” Jaemin asked in a teasing tone and Jeno smacked him on the back of the head.

“Not spoiling other peoples surprises, thats for sure.” Jeno said with a glare as Jaemin looked at him innocently, “I have to spend a few hours reviewing audition tapes and work with Soonyoung on who to call back for the first two schools we’re going to.”

“Y/N and I were planning on going to the studio for a bit to work on a routine and condition. Anyones welcome to join us if they’d like.” Renjun said and you nodded in agreement.

“I kind of just want to chill out till dinner.” Yukhei said, “Is it cool if we hang out here?”

“Whatever you guys want.” Jeno said, “The rooms upstairs are all vacant, assuming you plan to stay the weekend. Jaemin and Hana can have Y/N’s old room and theres three more for you guys to choose from.”

“Do you not mind?” Xiaojun asked and Jeno shrugged looking at you and you shrugged right back.

“Of course not. We kind of expected this.” you answered with a giggle, “Anyways, if you guys want to head to the studio with us, we’re gonna leave in ten.”

In the end, Xiaojun, YangYang, Yuta, Sicheng, Jaemin and Hana decided to go with you while the rest stayed back. At first you were wary about leaving Tzuyu alone at your apartment with your boyfriend. It’s not that you didn’t trust him or anything, but Yeeun had shared with you an interesting fact that made you skeptical about her innocent image.

As you walked by the bathroom to your old bedroom, you heard voices coming from inside and you realized that it was Tzuyu and Xiaojun and it sounded like they were arguing? From what you could pick up, Tzuyu was upset that both he and YangYang were going to the dance studio with you and Renjun and Xiaojun kept telling her that she could come too. Apparently Tzuyu didn’t want to be around you and you could clearly hear Xiaojun scoff, telling her that its her problem. You felt someone wrap an arm around you and you held in your gasp, looking up to see Jeno looking at you with curious eyes.

Holding a finger to your lips, you motioned towards the closed bathroom door where the voices were still coming. This time, Tzuyu sounded upset while Xiaojun sounded frustrated.

“You were the one who dumped me Tzuyu, not the other way around. We could’ve had what the two of them do but you decided to screw it all up when you dumped me for someone who has zero interest in you. They’re cool people and you can’t tell me who to and not to be friends with anymore.” Xiaojuns voice boomed through the door.

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agustdomain · 5 years ago

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sorry I’m a bad boy

unrequested drabble about the bad boy back in town, aiming to keep his promises to his girl. Is it too late?

Warnings: Language, Suggestive content

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

“You know who’s looking for you, right?”

Your friend was fresh with youth, it seemed. That, or ignorance. All day, everyone you came across in this nosy ass town buzzed about you like bees, the same name filling your ears. You didn’t expect your best friend to be just another bee attracted to the honey.

“Yes, I know. Yes, he’s back in town. Yes, he’s looking for me. No, I don’t care.” That was a lie, but you needed to put on a brave face. You hadn’t seen Changbin in six months; the least you could do is pretend you didn’t care.

Rosé gave you that famous look of hers, the one that told you she knew exactly how afraid and lost you were feeling. “Seems like you’ve heard that way too much today.”

“I have.”

“Why don’t we get out of here then?”

And that’s how, instead of going to your 4:30 class, you skipped it to grab a burger and fries with your favorite person on Earth. You know it was only a matter of time before Rosé stopped being generous by filling the silence. Her fidgeting was her tell: she was dying to know where your mind was at.

How were you supposed to feel when the boy you were in love with your entire life reappeared after months of being M.I.A.?

His stupid promises filtered into your head as you drowned one fry in ketchup, dunking it over and over as each sentence rolled through your head.

I’ll come back for you.

I’ll always love you.

I’m always going to be bad for you, don’t forget that.

I might be leaving, but I’ll never leave you.

You can trust me.

I won’t ever change. I promise that.

Sorry I’m a bad boy.

You scoffed aloud, your attention finding the fry that had long been broken in half. How symbolic.

“Do you think… he knows about you and Jisung?”

You gave her an unamused look. “What’s to know? I don’t like Jisung like that.”

Rosé bit into her burger and chewed slowly before saying, “Yeah, but you know Jisung is going around telling everyone you’re his girlfriend.”

You knocked your head back and groaned. “I told him to stop doing that shit! I’m not going to date him.”

“Yeah, well, he’s delusional. Has been since we were kids.” Rosé really looked worried about you, and because of that you couldn’t look at her. She added, “Chances are, he’s heard about it.”

“Of course he has. In this shithole of a town, gossip travels fast,” You felt bad for calling your home that, but you were in a bad mood and it doesn’t mix well with the familiarity of a small town.

Rosé looked thoughtful again as she sipped from her soda before her eyes grew wide, “Oh my gosh. This isn’t good. They hate each other.”

“I know.”

“Once Changbin hears, he’s going to go apeshit. And when Jisung hears he’s back, he already knows he lost you to him. It’s a lose lose.”

“Why would he care? He’s the one that left me in the first place.”

You ignored her disapproving look, wanting to wallow in your despair. She never let you have your moments, though.

“You know that’s not true. The two of you were absolutely in love. He would travel the galaxy for you. You said it yourself, the only way he was going to escape bad influences is if he left.”

“But…” It bubbled over then, and you hated it. You thought you had escaped it, had managed to chase it away. It had only settled and waited until it was time to erupt. “But he said he wouldn’t leave me. He said he was leaving, but vowed to keep in contact with me. He said it would be like he never left. Tell me why I haven’t gotten one phone call, one text. Nothing. I mean nothing to him.

“He commanded my heart with the flick of his wrist. I was played by him, and I should’ve known better!” By now, you were yelling, your face red and the burger joint silent, likely eavesdropping to spread your outburst across town. “Changbin is nothing but a walking cliché. A stupid bad boy who had nothing better to do than go around seeing how many hearts he could break. Worthless promises, nothing but worthless words from his mouth. Am I supposed to jump for joy now that he’s back? Please, I’d rather date Jisung than face his bullshit again.”

Rosé stared for a moment, her mind working to figure out how to make things right. She couldn’t, but you loved her for trying. Slapping money down on the table, she grabbed your wrist. “I was wrong. Your favorite meal isn’t enough to cure this despair. Let’s go.”

Tugging you out of the burger place, complaints fell past your lips, not really paying attention to your surroundings. Coming to an abrupt stop in front of you, you slammed into her.

“Hey! What’s your problem-” Stepping around her, the reason became as vivid as the figure in front of you. Sleek black Impala parked, the same one you had spent way too many nights in doing way too many unspeakable things. Leaning up against its trunk, the boy with all the promises he couldn’t keep, his eyes shining as he looked at you.

Was his hair darker, or was your memory poisoned? Were his eyes warmer? His clothing was just as dark as you remembered, though he looked a lot more filled out.

He was perfect. Still, he managed to wring your insides tight, making it hard to breathe. If possible, it hurt even more seeing him now than it did when you had to watch his back as he walked away from you the last time.

“Y/N.”

“Let’s go, Rosé,” You thought you were in control. Quickly, you realized you weren’t.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Your heart dropped as you saw the apologetic look on your best friend’s face, “He convinced me to bring you here. I think it’ll be good to talk to him. I’ll be inside.”

The betrayal that twisted your heart stung your eyes. Really, you knew it was because you couldn’t handle being around him again. All these months, you ached to smell his scent, his body wash and him. You wanted to smell that stupid air freshener in his car, hear that stupid CD he replayed over and over. You wanted him.

Now that he was here, you wanted everything but.

You closed your eyes as the streetlights shut on, his heavy footsteps nearing until they stopped in front of you. Was your mind playing a trick on you or was his actual scent reaching your nose? The tears spilling from your closed eyes were embarrassing, so you squeezed your eyes tighter. Clenched fist, aching heart, crickets crying for their mates, you wished deeply this wasn’t happening.

It was too soon for you to realize all you wanted was to fall into his arms.

“Oh Y/N,” No. He wasn’t allowed to be in pain. Who gave him the right to waltz back in and out whenever he wanted?

You flinched when his fingers brushed a tear away. Peeking to see his hurt expression, you turned away. “What do you want, Changbin? Come to laugh in my face?”

His face scrunched up from the corner of your eye. “No. That’s bullshit and you know it. You know why I’m here.”

“Why?” You faced him, courage slowly but surely building as your eyes trailed to meet his. His courage faded as he stepped back, resolve crumbling as he had to stare the outcome of his actions in the face. “You think I’m just going to accept you back with open arms? You think I’m going to come running when everyone tells me you’re back? Jumping for joy?”

He was frowning but you continued, needing to or else you would implode.

“If you’re so big and bad, why are you here? Why aren’t you sporting some brand new girlfriend to rub in my face? I’m sure there was plenty, considering you never reached out to me. How’s that for a cliché? The bad boy makes promises he can’t keep. Well, news flash. I’m not the stupid girl who falls for your lies again.”

“Y/N…”

“And I don’t want to hear any insincere apology that I know you’re waiting to say. You expected me to wait for you. You expected me to hang onto your every word, hang onto this fantasy that you loved me. I’m better than that. I’m better than this.”

“Y/N, would you listen to me?”

“No. You don’t deserve that.”

“Oh, I don’t?”

“There’s nothing you could say that would make this right. So you don’t.”

“How would you know that?” His eyes were narrowed now, annoyed. How dare he.

“Because I do.”

“Stellar answer. Wouldn’t expect anything else from the Hotheaded queen herself.”

Inhaling heavily, you searched your mind for anything to say. Instead, you couldn’t help but swear at yourself as your eyes lingered on his face. He was still as stunning as he was in the past. You were such a fool. And he? A snake.

“What do you want from me, Changbin?”

At the sound of his name, you caught how he had an intake of breath. You ignored the pang in your chest. Your eyes trailed down. He was still wearing the silver car-wheel necklace you had given him a year ago. You wanted to rip it off.

“I want to hear your voice.”

You laughed. He ignored you.

“I want to hear every single detail of your days. I want to know what shows you’ve been watching, what music you’ve been listening to, if you continued on using that detergent you decided to try out. Are you still using the same body spray? How’s Galaxy? She was a kitten the last time I saw her. Bet she’s still causing havoc.”

Was it a trick of the streetlight or were his eyes glistening?

He stepped closer, you looking down at him from the edge of the pavement. He was in the road, blocking a parking spot but that was the least of his concerns as he stared up at you. Laughing forcibly, you held your breath as his fingers cautiously skimmed the back of your hand. You let him.

“I want to lie next to you again, watch the expressions you make when you sleep. I want you to wake me up in the middle of the night and pepper my face with kisses when you have a bad dream, and hug me from behind when you know I had one myself. I want to hear your laugh. I want to make your coffee, even though I always mess it up. How many times have you watched Good Will Hunting without me? I know I always complained, but I loved it just as much as you did.”

He was inches away from you now, and you uncontrollably drew closer. He was magnetic, glowing like the angel he was. A few lies from his mouth and he was an angel again. Were they lies? You didn’t know, but you could feel yourself slipping.

“I told you I was coming back for you. I never left, not really, not when the best part of me is still here. I can’t change who I am, and how I needed to get away to become better. I need to be a better man for you. I did what I had to. I’m sorry for not reaching out to you. I know I can’t make it up to you in a day. I’m bad, always have been. But I did what I had to in order to keep from running back. Trust me, I would have the second I heard your voice.”

How were you supposed to be mad at him when he was speaking to you in that tone, when his fingers were on your skin, when his presence was surrounding you?

“Y/N,” he sang your name now. That’s how it always sounded, since the moment he introduced himself and stole your heart. You remember when you were fifteen, the first time he really caught your attention in school. How his flirty smile always felt a little different than the others. He really had you since the moment you met.

“Changbin.” Even you were giving in. You couldn’t help it, not when he was this close. This close in six months.

He waited, hands comfortably on your waist and head tipped up as he looked at you. Your hands found their way to his shoulders, brushing them off before fiddling with his collar. Your fingers skimmed across his neck, and you watched as his lips parted, a look you knew all too well washing over his eyes.

Heavy lidded, he waited.

Hands gripping your waist, he waited.

Your fingers were massaging the back of his neck, thrilled at the same effect you had on him. The heat was closing in, the light fading away as you were washed away by the ocean you were drawn to since you were a girl.

Just as your lips grazed his, blinding headlights and a car horn startled you out of his grip as you jumped back. Changbin was less affected, annoyed as he looked over his shoulder at the car trying to pull into the spot he currently occupied. You pulled him up onto the sidewalk, but not before noticing the look building on his face as he waited for the driver to get out of his car. He was pissed.

And you? You were scared.

You recognized the car all too well.

“Y/N! I’ve been looking all over for you! I was going to take you home after class!” Jisung was all smiles, but you didn’t miss the lingering look on Changbin.

“Hey Park. It’s pretty fucking obvious what happened,” Changbin barely waited for Jisung to finish.

The smile disappeared so fast from the happy boy, it was unsettling. “Was I talking to you?”

“No, but I figured I would do you a favor and spare you the embarrassment. You always manage to make a fool out of yourself.”

Jisung slammed his car door shut. You began sweating, the danger on their faces spurring you into action as you stepped between them. That didn’t break their staredown.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude. Given the fact that you ran away from home like a little bitch, I wouldn’t go around acting like a tough guy.”

Changbin laughed stepping closer. Placing your hand on his chest, you pressed firmly and waited for him to look at you. His anger disappeared as he regarded you, a lingering sadness swimming in his face. You needed to do something.

Turning to Jisung, you said, “Jisung, please. Go.”

He frowned. “Are you serious?”

“Don’t make this harder.”

His voice cracked, the pain seeping through. “You’re really going to choose him? After leaving you? Breaking your heart? You’re still going to choose him over me?”

You didn’t know what to say. You wished you could take away his pain. Before you could say anything else, he was in his car and went as quickly as he came. You were in Changbin’s previous place now, facing the parking lot and wondering where your place was in this town. All you had been was a shell of your past self these last few months, and it was all because of Changbin. Is that who you were? Just Changbin’s girl?

No. You were more than that.

This time, when his hands found yours, you pulled away. You ignored his pain as best you could as you shook your head. “I can’t just forget what you did. You destroyed what we were when you vowed you wouldn’t. You know how hard it was for me to trust you. You used that against me, made me fall in love with you, just so you could shoot me in the heart.”

“I-”

“No. No, Changbin. You’re not who I thought you were. And I’m not the Y/N I once was. And I won’t put myself through that again. I will always love you, but I love myself more. So let me breathe.”

He took a step back, the defenses you had spent years breaking down building up right before your eyes. If you had known how easy it was to keep from loving him, you wonder if you would have gone back in time and stopped anything from happening.

Figuring it was done, you turned away and headed for the entrance to the burger joint. Just as you reached the door, his words stopped you in your tracks.

“I wasn’t lying when I told you I would be back for you. And when I knew I had to be a better man for you the next time I saw you. I’ll respect your wishes. But I will prove to you that I will love you right for the rest of my life. I will always be yours, Y/N.”

You only looked at him one last time before going inside. When you sat across from Rosé and got the courage to look out the window, that Impala you knew all too well was gone.

And as the sensation of his lips lingered on your own, you answered your own thoughts.

No, you would never go back in time and erase everything you had with him. No matter the outcome, he will always be the boy that taught you how to love.

Coming back for you, huh?

You’ll believe that when you see it.

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