#lee forgets that he had to update for the whole day moment

[superfruitland]

ANON THAT WANTED TO EAT YOUR ART HERE IM FUNNY ENOUGH NOT ONE OF YOUR MUTUALS(god i wish i was) I'M JUST A WEIRD PERSON THAT HAS QUITE LITERALLY TAKE LITERALLY TAKEN A BITE OUT OF MY FRIENDS PAPERS-

ALSO I WILL CONSUME YOUR DONNIE DESIGN. /POS /PROBABLY NOT J /AFF

i love his design apparently-not-my-mutual-anon, have a very early wip of the donnie introduction that didn't get to see the light of day and was, infact, recycled

[forbebeandjam]

Can u do pervert bada with g!p? Ur sleeping with her one night and she is tocuhing herself to you and cming on you while ur asleep

Smut this would be a masterpiece

Late Night Needs | Bada Lee g!p x Reader | +21

Summary: after a long day, you girlfriend feels needy but doesn’t want to bother you.

Word count: 1.4k

Warmings: g!p, sleep sex, self pleasing, etc. MDNI

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: HELLO! Double update in a day! I am still new to the whole g!p writing so I’m sorry if this not good. It might not make that much sense😣

~🥀~

You and Bada had been dating for quite some time now. Needless to say, your relationship was the sweetest it could ever be. The way you interacted with each other in public was sweet and caring. 

Her friends and yours would often tease you with how sickeningly sweet you were towards each other. Her fans would admire you for being such a great friend to her. Of course, you would play along with the "friend" title because of the strange Korean views on queer people. 

But your relationship was successful in every way. Your communication, affection, and love were perfect but something that was even more perfect was the sex. 

Bada was amazing in bed and she knew just how to please you. She was your first and when you found out about the secret kept inside her pants, it made her fall in love with you all over again. It made her feel safe and loved. Her secret was safe with you. 

You always felt safe when doing it with Bada. The ways she would pleasure you in a new way each time felt amazing and it made you feel special. Loved. Wanted. 

You found yourself sitting at your desk with your head low. Your rude boss had fired you for not wanting to sleep with him. You sighed. You knew it was for the better. He was always an asshole with the women in the company and you wanted to quit but you felt bad for leaving Bada with all the responsibility. 

"I'm sorry that happened, Y/N. I'm gonna miss you," your coworker said. You smiled at her and started packing your things in a box. 

"Don't let that sick man touch you, understand?" I said and she nodded with a knowing smile. 

You headed home. You got out of the car and didn't bother bringing your belongings in. After removing your shoes, you walked to the kitchen and prepped dinner. You cleaned the house and washed the remaining dishes. 

After you finished, you noticed Bada would soon be home so you heated up dinner and went to the shower. The warm water made you feel relaxed and calm. The steam filled the bathroom and you felt the stress leave your muscles. 

You turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a towel, and headed into the bedroom. You leaned back on the bed feeling a tiny bit of stress still in you. You needed to feel better for when Bada arrived since she could sense anything that was wrong. 

So you grabbed your small vibrator and pressed it against your clit allowing the pleasure of the moment to erase the thoughts in your head. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you turned up the setting. It made you more sensitive and you closed your legs. You used your free hand to massage and pinch your nipples. 

Soft whines and moans escaped your mouth and you were so immersed in the pleasure, that you didn't even hear Bada arrive. She looked at you through the cracked door and bit her lips. Her member hardened at the sight and she was about to go in and help you out but you stopped your actions. 

"Gotta get ready for when Bada comes home. How am I supposed to tell her I got fired..." you mumbled loud enough for her to hear and she retracted from the door. She could see the worry in your eyes. She walked to the front door and pretended she had just arrived. 

"I'm home!" she said. You quickly put on you nightgown forgetting you underwear and rushed to meet her.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" You said in a jolly tone. 

"It was good. A bit tiring but I had fun teaching Riize. How about you? How was work today?" she asked and you faked a smile. 

"It was good. All good," you said. she sighed and you walked to the kitchen to plate her food forgetting her kiss and hug. 

She followed after you and washed her hands to sit with you at the table. She didn't ask any questions and just ate in silence. After, you washed the dishes and sat on the couch with her as soft music emerged from the TV speakers. 

You cuddled closer and she lifted your chin. She started into your eyes and you bit your lip to prevent tears from forming in your eyes. 

"I know you like the back of my hand. You're hiding something from me. What is it?" tears started to stream from your face. She kissed your cheeks. She kissed your forehead and wiped your tears away. 

"I-.... I got fired. He fired me because I didn't let him manipulate me like he wanted. I'm sorry," you buried your face in her chest and she patted your head softly. 

"You silly girl," she said as you sniffled. "Don't you know I've been wanting for you to quit for a long time now? I see the way he looks at you and I want to poke his eyes out. It's all better this way. Come on. Let's wash up and rest."

She helped you up and tucked you into bed. You read a book while she took a quick shower and an idea popped into her head. She wanted you to make your worries go away so she wanted to pleasure you. 

She wrapped up her shower but to her surprise, You were already sound asleep. She sighed in frustration as she felt her member bulge over her pants. 

"Gosh, Y/N. You drive me crazy," she said before tucking herself into bed. 

She tossed and turned but her slumber kept being interrupted by her unholy thoughts. Your little moans between sighs wouldn't help at all. She was growing more needed by the second. 

"Fuck..." she said and removed the cover from her body. Your body became exposed as well and your nightgown was now lifted. That's when she saw your exposed body. No panties on and legs sprawled on the mattress. 

"What a pretty view," she murmured as she used the hem of her fingers to trace your thigh to the entrance of your core. You moved around only exposing more of your body to her. She felt herself grow harder at the sight of your body and could not hold back any longer. 

She lowered her trousers and began to rub herself slowly. She used one hand to touch your body as the other one worked on her hard member and she bit her lips trying to prevent any sounds from her lips. 

With each touch, you became more awake but did not fully understand anything. You thought it was a dream and you were loving it. Your pussy began to drip at the steamy dream you thought you were having. 

"Bada, please fuck me," You murmured and heard a groan. That's when you realized it was not a dream. Your eyes fluttered open and you found your girlfriend in front of you touching herself as you lay in front of her with your body half-exposed. 

 A slight blush covered your cheeks as you saw Bada struggling to catch her breath but her eyes were completely locked on yours. 

"Baby... can you mh... help me?" she said and you nodded. You used your hand to lift your dress and play with your tits in a teasing way, pinching and licking for her view. 

You brought one of your hands to your wet core and dragged a finger along the lips before rubbing on the sensitive bud. Your head went back at the feeling and Bada's groans grew. Your perfect body was on display for her and her eyes were glued on your every move. 

She felt more and more sensitive with each moan that came out of your mouth. She suddenly felt herself closer and she held onto your thigh for support.

"Baby, I'm..." she said, unable to speak properly. 

"Together, love?" You said and she nodded. You sped up on your own clit and watched as Bada struggled to catch her breath with each passing second. 

"Now," you said allowing her to cum all over you. She let out a deep yet shaky breath as her hotness covered your stomach but didn't stop. She kept going and released one more time on you. You bit your lip and stood up. 

"You feel okay?" you asked as she still tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were shut close and you could tell she was struggling to open them. She weakly nodded. You cleaned up everything and yourself, helped her get dressed, and tucked her in bed. 

She seemed to be asleep again but you felt her pull you into a tight embrace. 

"I love you no matter what, okay?" she said. You chucked at her cuteness and kissed her lips softly letting slumber take you to sleep.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[gamerwoo]

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Lee Chan couldn’t care less about most people or things, let alone you. But something draws him to you, claiming it’s only going to last for the night. However, being less experienced in this field, you’re persistent and curious and eager to explore more, which Chan wasn’t expecting. So maybe your little escapades will last longer than one night...

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[kanene-yaaay]

5+1 [Part 3] - Updated

5 times Iida was tickled and the one time he wasn’t.

[PART ONE]

[PART TWO]

[PART THREE] - Not updated

Kanene’s note: Heyaaa! Okay, You may be wondering “Wait, but I already read that!” But there is where you’re mistaken!! This chapter was edited by the amazing, lovely @made-by-jade-222 who honestly did a very good job and that is so cute sxdfghjkjhyg.

Just remembering: Iida is 12 years old now!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to the anime/manga Boku no Hero.

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic with family tickles, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of very greeat arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Lee!Tenya with Ler!Hizashi + Ler!Aizawa with brief Ler!Tensei and Lee!Aizawa. All relationships are platonic. Around 1.800 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Take a very deep breath, sometimes that can be enough, drink water, sleep and eat! <33

[~*~]

Iida sat at the kitchen table, smiling to himself as he thought about the day’s activities and drank his special orange juice. It was an expensive brand, so he was only allowed to have it on special occasions, and his birthday was certainly one of them. His parents had planned to host his party in the evening after work so they could be there, along with the rest of their family. As for the day’s activities, Iida would spend the whole day hanging out with his brother, and his two honorary Uncles, Aizawa and Yamada. Iida had offered to help with the decorations, planning, organizing and everything but he’d been forced by his parents to sit back and relax for once. It was his birthday, after all.

(Tenya one day protested at the nickname, pointing it didn’t make sense call them ‘Uncles’ since they aren’t blood related. However, his parents explained that this was just a way to express fondness and closeness for someone you care about. The younger one began to call them uncles with more frequency, except on social gatherings)

Iida finished his breakfast quickly, though he savored the last of his special juice. He was beyond excited to be able to spend the day with his brother and uncles, he didn’t get to do that very often since their work took up most of their time. He was putting his dishes away when the doorbell rang. He answered the door, a polite smile on his face, about to greet his guests. The smile quickly faded.

There stood his two honorary Uncles, Aizawa and Hizashi. They were standing there with mischievous smirks on their faces, sending shivers down Iida’s spine.

“Hello! ~” Hizashi chirped. 

Hearing the sinister undertone of his uncle’s voice, Iida slammed the door in his face and backed away. He winced at how disrespectful that had been, but at the moment he valued his safety over his manners. But actually, he wasn’t anxious about what they were going to do. They were always nice and kind with him, making him smile and enjoy himself to give him a break from trying to be perfect, which he couldn’t. (Something they wondered if he’d ever learn.)

Tensei came into view as he quickly walked into the room, giving his little brother a smile as he ran into him. “Who’s at the door?” he asked.

“Uncles!” Tenya said, trying to move around him but being stopped by his brother’s hand on his shoulder. He frowned, blushing as he thought of his impending fate, which was all the more evident now that Tensei was here and would most definitely be on their side. “They are going to do the hideous tr-tradition that you started when I was a kid!” he said, or rather, whined, stumbling over his words. 

Tensei laughed, and Tenya pouted, though he’d deny that till the end of time.

“Oh, yeah! I forgot about that! It’s so nice of them to help me to remember our wonderful little tradition, isn’t it?”

“No! Far from it! Pro-heroes like you shouldn’t be committing such em-embarrassing, hideous acts in the first place, even l-less repeating it yearly!”

“Aww, you’re stuttering! You’re excited, aren’t you?” Tensei asked, smiling knowingly. His little brother could verbally protest all he wanted, but the eager gleam in his eyes gave him away. He ignored the squeaked “NO!” he got in responde and smiled even wider. Tenya made a move to leave, but Tensei grabbed him around the waist and held him close.

“You know, since they’re being so kind by helping us remember our tradition, it’s only fair that we let them participate, right?” Tensei asked, holding onto Tenya tighter as the nearing footsteps made him struggle all the more, trying to get away. “HEY, GUYS! THE BIRTHDAY BOY IS HERE!” he called.

“Tensei!” But the boy was already smiling, squirming excitedly on his brother’s hold, especially when a loud, happy ‘YEAHHH!’ boomed through the house.

“No, no! This is betrayal! Deception! Dishonesty! Trickery! Treason!”

Tensei laughed. “Now you’re just reciting the dictionary!” he said, no hint of regret in his voice, distractedly nodding at his uncles when they appeared at the door. “Look,” he whispered conspiratorially, “I need you to distract them until Shouta lets his guard down so I can sneak up on him. Hizashi would never pass up an opportunity to tickle him too, so while we’re doing that you go run and get something to bribe them with, okay?”

The younger gasped, quickly nodding. 

“Right. So, are you ready for your part of the plan, sidekick?”

“YES!” Iida shouted, chopping the air. Tensei squeezed his side to remind him to be quiet, but that only made him squeal. Thankfully, the two men who were walking towards them didn’t seem to catch on to their conversation. 

“Now, now. It seems like a certain little listener here is excited for birthday tickles!” Hizashi said, wiggling his fingers in his direction. “Oh! They grow up so fast!” he said, putting a hand on his chest and sighing longingly. “It feels like it was just yesterday that we were playing heroes! And I, the evil LoudChaos, would be defeated by Ingenium Junior and his vicious attacks of kicking his pillows at me!” The blonde ruffled his honorary nephew’s hair and then pinched his cheek playfully, grinning at the groan he got in response. 

Iida batted his hand away and faced the two of them, a determined look on his face. “You will never be able to crack me, villains! Not even with embarrassing childhood memories!” he said, gesturing energetically.

“I don’t know about that,” Tensei said, smirking. “I can think of plenty myself, like the time we had to buy at least three more of your favorite plushie because you wouldn’t let us wash the original one was pretty funny- ack! Hey, hey!” Tensei snickered as he tried to dodge from Tenya’s warning kicks, “I was kidding! I was kidding!” 

“Want me to hold him?” Aizawa asked nonchalantly, a small quirk of his mouth showing his amusement about the whole situation. At Tensei’s affirmative nod he quickly grabbed Tenya’s wrists and held them above his head with one hand. He smirked at his nervous nephew, who was trying to fight a smile. He ruffled his hair. “Congrats on being another year closer to death, brat. You’re twelve, so that means you’ve got...what, seventy eight more to go?” he asked.

Tenya’s face deadpanned, unamused.

“Ooh, right, twelve!” Hizashi’s fingers were teasingly getting closer, slowly and then even slower, almost touching a spot before pretending to launch at others, resulting in kicks and muffled shrieks from the younger one. “You know what that means, right, Shou?”

“Yep. We’ll have to tickle him for twelve years.”

“Aw, what a pity.”

“No! Lies! That is incorrect!”

“Oh really, not-so-little listener? Please, enlighten us.”

“According to the silly and foolish tradition that you insist on doing every year, you should tickle me for twelve entire minutes. One minute for each year,” Iida said automatically, going into school-mode, unaware that he was only sealing his impending doom. “That’s how it’s always been done.”

Aizawa and Yamada exchanged an amused look, while Tensei was doing his best to hold back his laughter. His little brother was just too precious.

“I don’t think I heard you correctly. We should, what?” Aizawa asked, his voice emotionless. questioned.

“Tickle me!” Tenya repeated, then gasped, realizing what they’d just tricked him into saying.

“Well, if you insist!” Hizashi said, then attacked. He reached out and used his skilled fingers to tickle and tickle every spot he could reach. 

There were fingers dancing on his ribs and poking his stomach. There were agonizingly ticklish scribbles and pokes and prodding at his sides, and even a couple squeezes on his knee. 

Iida squealed and burst into loud laughter, squirming in his tickler’s grip. The anticipation made him skip the giggles and just laugh right away. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

A lazy and almost unbearably light touch drew shapes on his neck, then scribbled over to his ears and then all the way back to his collarbone, going from one side to another, over and over again. And no matter how much he scrunched his neck, that did nothing to deter the tickle monster.

“Coochie coochie coo, little listener!” 

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

That unbearably embarrassing tease brought his focus back to his more aggressive tickler, who was currently targeting his armpits. His loud laughter, mixed with squeaks, yelps and guffaws at the mix of soft and aggressive tickles made him almost forget the teasing completely. Almost. 

“Have a tickle, tickle here!” He shook his head, trying to dislodge the fingers on his neck as his sides were squeezed. “And tickle, tickle, tickle there!” Spidering, tickly fingers on his shoulder blades made him squirm all the more. “Have all the tickles! Tickly, tickly, tickles here, there, and everywhere!”

“YOHOHOHOU WILL NOT DEFEHEHEAT ME!” Tenya shrieked, grinning from ear to ear as chuckles and giggles spilled freely from him. 

‘I have to stay strong!’ he thought. ‘I have to keep them distracted so Tensei can get Uncle Shouta!’ 

That was why he wasn’t fighting back much. He knew he could get away if he really wanted to. It certainly wasn’t because he enjoyed the silly, playful attention and affection from his uncles.

“Of course we will,” Shouta said, pausing to check the timer. “We still have five minutes left. I’m sure you’ll surrender eventually.”

“Nehehehehever!” Iida giggled, taking in several large breaths when his Uncle Hizashi decided to give him a break, leaving only the light tickles from Uncle Shouta to keep the smile on his face. But the break lasted only a moment.

“Hey, hey, hey, little listener!” Hizashi said in a sing-song voice.

Tenya knew that tone. He immediately shut his eyes tightly, a wobbly smile on his face, not noticing that the neck tickles from his other uncle had stopped. 

“Aw, come on Tenya! Don’t leave me hanging! Look at me, pleaaase?”

The boy shook his head, eyes still firmly closed.

“Shoouuu, he doesn’t want to see the big, great, amazing birthday surprise I have for him! He’s so ungrateful!”

Shouta scoffed. “No, he’s smart. And besides, it’s not his fault that you’re not charming enough to get him to look at you,” he said.

Hizashi gasped dramatically. “Oh! You wound me! Friendship ended with Ereaserhead! Tensei, you’re my new best friend!” he said.

He thought for a moment, then smirked.

“Buuuut, the vacancy is still open if maybe, just maaaybe,” A wiggly finger tickled under his chin, making Tenya snort, “if a clever teenager with a cute laugh and navy blue hair decides to open his eyes…”

“Yohohou will not crahack me!”

“Please? Please, please, please please please!” Hizashi begged, punctuating every word with a poke to the boy’s tummy, getting faster and faster until finally-

“Stop!” 

Iida opened his eyes, finding a very smiley Hizashi in front of him, who made a silly face. He half groaned and half giggled, the former action only due Aizawa’s renewed back tickles, of course.

“Aw, you didn’t find it funny?” The blonde crossed his arms, pretending to think about his next move. “Alright then, I know something that’ll make you laugh!”

And then, in a blink of an eye, he yanked up his nephew’s shirt and blew a gigantic raspberry on his tummy.

Tenya squealed and fell into hysterics, the sudden change in volume surprising Aizawa and making him let go for a moment. Then the man began to snort and try to fight his laughter as his other nephew, Tensei, attacked him from behind, tickling his unprotected armpits. His rumbling chuckles filled the air as Tenya fell to his knees, hugging his tummy and giggling non-stop as Yamada knelt next to him tenderly ruffled his hair, then kissed his temple before standing up. He grinned wickedly as he saw his best friend being tickled to pieces.

“Is it already Tickle Shouta hours?” he asked delightly. He cracked his knuckles and wiggled his fingers in Aizawa’s face, making a show of getting ready. He chuckled, amused, as his silly antics only made his best friend laugh even harder, covering his mouth and laying limply against Tensei, a slight blush on his face. Hizashi descended upon him with tickles, pulling his hand away and sending him into gales of laughter, his legs kicking from the silly tickles and teases he was getting.

And, as Iida laid on the cold floor, still giggling occasionally as he watched his uncle get tickled silly, he found that he didn’t actually mind this tradition. It was silly, it was foolish, and juvenile, but...it was also a lot of fun.

And it made him feel very loved.

[junjungsunwoo]

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↳ For you, I’d do anything.

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↳ Hyunjae didn’t want to belive in love anymore. Not when two of his most important people in his life lost so much because of it. After the whole accident in his childhood, Hyunjae had always avoided daycares and the teachers in them. But somehow, life always has a way of making him miserable. This time, they sent in misfortune in the form of you- a daycare teacher at the place that he once loved so, so much.

With you, Hyunjae always felt like Jaehyun. The boy who he really was. Not the child that the past trap him in- but as Jaehyun. The boy who never hid his emotions, the boy who was never trapped in the dark void where he lingered in the saddness the death of teacher y/n brought. He felt alive with you.

But oh, history always has a way to repeat itself, no?

Lee Juyeon:

“A Moment of Happiness.”  - ☔️ [oneshot - 2.3k]

↳ Happy Endings were never meant to last

Kevin Moon:

n/a

Choi Chanhee (New):

n/a

Ji Changmin (Q):

“Daffodils.” - ☔️ [Drabble - 0.725k]

Ju Haknyeon:

n/a

Heo Hyunjoon:

n/a

Kim Sunwoo:

“GOAL!” -> Prologue -  ☀ ☔️ [oneshot - 7.3k]

↳ What happens when your brother introduces you to his soccer team, and you meet Sunwoo? Not knowing anyone else, and being an introvert is really making university life difficult. When you and Sunwoo are locked in the university because of a prank your brother and his team played, you and Sunwoo became much closer then you expected. What happens when you starts to fall in love with him? 

“I can’t fall in love without you.” -  ☀☔️ [requested, oneshot - 1.7k]

↳ “Please don’t fall in love without me.”

“When The Rain Stops.” - ☔️ ♡ [oneshot - 10k]

↳ The first time you met him was in the rain. He had looked so mysterious, so…enchanting. Everything drew you closer, making you want to know more about the boy that you met on once cold, rainy day.

Eric Son:

“I wish you were dead.” - ☔️ [oneshot - 0.788k]

↳ words hurt more then actions, and we just need some time to find ourselves again.

“Storm.” - ☔️ [drabble - 0.636k]

@ junjungsunwoo, all rights reserved.

[subidol]

Request: Stray Kids React to being pushed up against the wall.

Pairing: Sub!Skz X Dom!Reader

⚠️: Mention of sex

A/N: One of my recents, uploaded. I should be updating soon with an NCT Jaemin fic, and a Renjun one. But you know who I really wanna write about too? The Boyz New and WayV YangYang 🥵💘

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I.N

♡ Poor baby maknae would be so surprised and flustered that it might render him speechless.

♡ He was just going about his day, being his adorable self when you saw him smiling cutely at you from across the room.

♡ It seemed innocent enough but honestly, all you wanted to do was wipe that boyish grin from his face and fuck him against the dance practice room mirror.

♡ Next thing he knew, your arms had him pinned to the wall, and knees trapping his legs.

♡ Jeongin's first reaction was to squeak in horror until you began kissing at his neck.

♡ "Noona....what are you- nngh...stop, the others are here..."

♡ 100% screaming in embarrassment but secretly liked it tbh.

♡ And you'd be like "Don't think you'll get away with being so darn precious. God, I don't know whether to cuddle and praise you or fuck you raw."

♡ That sentence would have him dead lmao, but you better live up to it.

♡ "T-then why choose, (Y-Y/N)..."

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Seungmin

★ SeungMEAN was asking to be cornered let's be real here.

★ Honestly who did he think he was when you heard him gossiping to Minho about how you couldn't control him.

★ "Ahaha, (Y/N) is such a cute girl~ trying to keep me from doing things she doesn't like~ well I'm going to drink whether she likes it or not."

★ Bratty little shit.

★ He was so confident about misbehaving around you that he didn't realise that being intoxicated with you wasn't a good idea.

★ You allowed him to drink and once he was drunk, used that to your advantage, you she devil.

★ You'd push him against the wall, as he moaned in surprise.

★ "G-get off me (Y/N)...really, I'm drunk, stop itttt..."

★ "So you say I can't control you, honey? Then what's this? You can't move."

★ Oh no sweet Seungmin has entered the building; good boy activate.

★ "Y-you do...you own me, Jagiya.."

★ He's so sweet when he's trapped in your embrace and unable to fight back!

★ That doesn't mean he'd get away with it!; you'd snatch his glass from his hand and pour the wine down his shirt.

★ "Oops...I told you not to drink, baby. I spilled it. Strip, now. I'll lick it up instead."

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Felix

♥︎ Okay, being pushed up against the wall would definitely push his buttons because he'd get awkward and creepy on you lol.

♥︎ My idea is that It'd happen when you were playing a game or he was running away from you, and you'd catch up, thus trapping him against you.

♥︎ "Ahaha, sunshine, what are you doing?"

♥︎ He's not oblivious, he knows it's turning you on as much as it is him.

♥︎ Wants to make a move but at the same time wants to reference memes in weird situations.

♥︎ So it'd be you who'd press your lips together. In that moment he'd become like a little kitten, purring beneath you, surrendering completely.

♥︎ It makes him feel tiny.

♥︎ "Oh fuck, (Y/N)"

♥︎ Don't forget the deep voice

♥︎ Loves the sound of your breaths mingling together and faces so close.

♥︎ Overall, Felix has a weak spot for being pushed against a wall...especially if you fuck him against it hehehe.

♥︎ "You're so pretty Lixie. Letting me have complete control.

♥︎ Until one of the other members catch you, then he'll be getting tortured by everyone for months and the cringe will be stuck in his head forever.

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Han

☆ Good boy™️

☆ Jisung really doesn't like being intimidated and pushed against the wall because he prefers you to be gentle.

☆ He's such a good boy, so you don't need to be rough with him, just treat him carefully and love him 🤧

☆ "Have I done something wrong? Please be gentle...I'm a good boy, Mommy."

☆ Wouldn't mind it if his legs were wrapped around your waist, holding him securely against the wall and making him feel safe in your embrace.

☆ "Mommy is nice and warm.."

☆ The only time he's a brat is when he has you pinned to the wall, giving you affection and kisses without permission.

☆ THEN it's time for punishment! He's so cute, how dare he!!!!

☆ "You're so cute, baby. Sometimes I want to just trap you under me, and watch as you wriggle about in terror. But it's a good thing you're an obedient boy so I don't have to."

☆ Praise his body and kiss him all over in that position!!! Can't stress this enough!!

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Hyunjin

♣︎ Hyunjinnie thinks that being pushed against the wall is a very intimate thing and he loves affection so doesn't see it any differently from any other skinship.

♣︎ But be warned: initiating this may get you squished in cuddles and activating a very clingy baby.

♣︎ "You're so amazing, Jagiya! I love you so muchhhhhhhh!"

♣︎ Don't be fooled though, because he can go from cutesy sweetheart to chaotic sexy because the H in Hyunjin stands for hot mess.

♣︎ He's all soft when you kiss him against the wall until you GRAB. HIS. HAIR. His long fucking beautiful hair.

♣︎ Then the sinful goddamn moans that come from his mouth...yikes.

♣︎ "Harder. Hurt me. I dare you."

♣︎ Sweaty, being dominated by you, humiliated of how weak he gets, this is a sight to die for.

♣︎ Now you're the one weak in the knees!

♣︎ He'll turn the tables so that you're now defenceless, but his submissive nature still shines as he lowers himself on his knees for you, ready to pleasure your body.

♣︎ "What did I do to deserve you, huh?"

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Changbin

♧ Yeah don't expect Changbin to be too enthusiastic about this...

♧ He already gets teased for his height and now you're using it against him by pinning him to the wall.

♧ It's not that he wouldn't like it in private but to annoy him in front of his members or staff...eek he's not impressed lol.

♧ But it's not like he has a choice anyways 😂.

♧ Binnie is like a closet sub and feels uncomfortable with liking you take control but it's just his insecurities talking.

♧ "Stop it (Y/N). I have to work on this song, quit bothering me."

♧ You have to coach him into realising it's okay for him to be open and vulnerable with you.

♧ "Binnie, go up against the wall for me? I want to kiss you."

♧ Aww he's so cute being overwhelmed with your affection.

♧ He still doesn't like being cornered but prefers to be pinned to the bed bc like at least it's comfy ahaha.

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Lee Know

♪ We all know that Minho is a brat so really it's no surprise he had this all planned out.

♪ Usually when you're mad you pin his arms back, attacking the neck before fucking his brains out.

♪ so good at sexually frustrating you, it's easy to say that he had no problem getting punished, and in a special place too.

♪ "You fucking slut! Dancing in the mirror and teasing me so bad."

♪ Was he gonna gets away with that?!

♪ And what better way to express your horny rage than cornering him to the mirror, back hitting it's cold surface

♪ "What are you going to do, Jagiya? Stop me?"

♪ He's asking for it!!!

♪ Minho will fight back the moment you pin him against the dance practice room mirror, until you have to spank him and roughly toss him around and slap him.

♪ That's what he wants; to be put in his place. He gets what he wants anyway.

♪ "Face the goddamn mirror. I want you to see how much of a whore you are as I fill you up with my girl cock."

♪ Pegging him as he savours the sight of it 🥵.

♪ His whole body pressed against the wall, he loves the control you have.

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Bang Chan

♢ Chris would think it's adorable how you try to push him so he's back to the wall, as if you had any strength over him.

♢ "Aww, babe, you're so cute! Look at my arms! Can you really win over my strength?"

♢ It's exactly for that reason that he lets you have your way with him and doesn't fight because why would he?

♢ He's a switch so he's more than happy to be roughly pushed around by you, especially because it doesn't hurt him.

♢ He might become a crackhead and make jokes if you randomly do it tho.

♢ Thinks that he's the one in control but when your hands slip under his shirt, fondling with his body, he's wEAK lol.

♢ Might beg you to push him against the wall instead of it naturally happening.

♢ Just a normal thing for you two.

♢ OMG him whispering things into your ear as you nuzzled into his neck.

♢ "Aren't you a dirty girl, wanting to dominate me like this all the time. You're getting me needy, you gonna take responsiblility?"

♢ Felix the other Aussie crackhead would take the piss 😭 rip chan 2020

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[notnctu]

7 days: dream series ♥ [DISCONTINUED]

welcome to the realm of sugary shy looks and bursting stirs of butterflies in stomachs. here lies a fluff series of yearning for a secret love! we’ve all had it before, a manifest of infatuation for a what if? Counting down days of possible love confessions and silly, yet embarrassing moments that will mark first impressions. and wondering: maybe we could happen...

a nct dream fluff series ♥´･ᴗ･`♥

genre ❥ fluff, maybe some angst, vaguely happy endings

details ❥ crush!au, highschool!au, college!au, a sweet series where dreamies either have a crush or someone has a crush on them, slice of life? 

warnings ❥ swearing, that’s all i have for now lol its pretty pg, this will be continuously updated once i start writing

a/n ❥ this is author doie ❀!! stories are NOT connected. i clearly love to make series lmao so i decided im going to make a series based off of each song in the RELOAD album haha so keep an eye out for future series. also 7 days is one my fav nct songs & i had to write something as sweet as that song. dont worry, the ridin’ club is my top priority! but i need to take breaks between writing y/n fucking 00line LOL i can only drown in so much dick. taglist is open! pls reply/send an ask to lmk if you want to be a part of it :)

MATCHMAKER - lee haechan

“I think you two would look good together.”

“But is that something you really believe?”

━ details: where haechan has the fattest crush on you, but so does his friend.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: Haechan’s secret crush on you backfires when he finds out that his own friend wants to pursue you, with his help. Since he’s a better friend than he would be a potential lover, he pushes aside his feelings to set you and his friend together. But he can’t ignore them for too long when he sees his own reflection in your eyes whenever you look at him or the brief moments your fingertips have grazed against one another. He regrets playing matchmaker and hopes that you don’t notice his lingering stares and the heavy beating of his heart. 

━ status: reject

OPPOSITES ATTRACT - lee jeno

“Every person I’ve dated before has been very different from me.”

“ha ha! you know what they say, opposites attract...” 

━ details: where you and jeno are similar in every way possible.

━ warnings: anticipating none

━ synopsis: Jeno rides your same exact wavelength, down to every small detail. Growing up in the same neighborhood, attended the same high school, sharing the same birthday, apparently sharing a cat allergy, being in the same major, and having practically the same favorites, you two finally cross paths in a psychology class about love and attraction. The irritating saying, “opposites attract”, has your small crush on the boy in low spirits. But the very moment your psychology professor debunks its credibility, your heart soars with a hope that Jeno could like you back. 

━ status: reject

CUPID’S ARROW - huang renjun

“Cupid has made you into a fool for your crush.”

“He’s made me into a bigger one for thinking I could get my crush to like me back.”

━ details: where renjun makes a bet to get you to fall in love with him.

━ warnings: explicit language, light banter

━ synopsis: The silly boy has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when he makes a bet with his arrogant friend to get you to fall in love with him. Renjun never intends to confess, mainly because his past unrequited loves have demolished his confidence. So a low stakes gamble causes him a great deal of stress and pride, wishing that it was as easy as striking you with Cupid’s Arrow. While he wants your feelings to develop organically, he actually doesn’t know what he’d do if you did end up liking him back. Because to him, you have always been someone unattainable and out of his reach.

━ status: confess!

HIT MY LINE - na jaemin 

“First rule: don’t develop feelings.”

“Second rule: don’t break rule number one.”

━ details: where you break the first rule of being friends with benefits.

━ warnings: mentions of fucking, explicit language

━ synopsis: Jaemin started out as a good friend, one who shared the commonality of a disastrous break up with their long term partner. So, you two vowed to stay single and go through the ‘hoe phase’ all your single friends suggested. But hooking up with each other became a consistent occurrence and rather exclusive. Boundaries had to be made clear once you two established the want of continuing your mutual lust. Nevertheless, through his lovely comments in bed, the cute pet names he calls you, and every fucking sweet implication, you’ve fallen head over heels for your friends with benefits. 

━ status: reject

VALENTINE’S DAY - zhong chenle

“You’re probably going to get a lot of gifts on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, but none of them will be anything special to me.”

━ details: where chenle knows you’re lactose intolerant and have a flower allergy.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Chenle is assigned as your partner for an end of the year group project, without any knowledge of the small infatuation he already has for you. While you two have never exchanged more than a few words, Chenle sees this as the perfect opportunity to get to know your heart. As Valentine’s Day approaches, the young boy has to figure out a memorable way to confess. All the typical gifts are thrown out the window once he learns that you’re allergic to dairy and flowers, and your forgetfulness leaves stuffed animals stranded. You don’t make it easy for him, but that’s one of the many reasons he’s completely whipped for you.

━ status: reject

P.S. I LOVE YOU - park jisung

“This looks a little bit like your handwriting.”

“As if I’d ever write about how your eyes twinkle with star light.”

━ details: where jisung is unaware that you’re the one leaving letters in his locker.

━ warnings: none

━ synopsis: Jisung has been your childhood best friend for your whole life. And you’re close enough to the point where people think that you’re actual relatives. While you have no clue how he feels about you, it hasn’t stopped your heart from loving him ever since the first time he tied your shoes. Park Jisung is your first and only crush, there has been no other clumsy boy to steal your heart away. Before the end of your Senior Year, you plan to tell him how you feel. However, you leave out one important detail in your love letters to him: your identity. 

━ status: reject

[jaedore]

BINDING BONDS | 4

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, consumption of alcohol, asshole/player Jaehyun, swearing

[ ◇ angst ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue

a/n: just a little update before things get a lil crazy. i didn’t want the characters to go through so much so quickly, so enjoy this filler chpt!! also send me some feedback, i’d love to hear from you guys! ♡

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You woke up to a throbbing headache and the sun shining in your face. You tried moving away from the light, but a firm pair of arms held you in place. Turning your head, you see Jaehyun sleeping peacefully behind you. You instantly jolt away from him, aghast that you two were in the same bed. 

Jaehyun stirs from the impact but immediately falls back asleep after mumbling incoherent words. Out of all the moments you’ve had with him, this is the first he held such placidity, you couldn’t help but see those features of his that everyone admires. Jaehyun’s skin coated with a honey tone that looked like it was made for a polished statue, the way his feather-like eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the tint of his lips. It felt like you’ve done this before, admire him. 

Oh no, we didn’t...you looked down and realized you were wearing his shirt, clutching the black cotton between your fists. 

“You’re awake,” Jaehyun whispered, rubbing his eyes. 

“Uh yeah,” you avert your gaze elsewhere, even his morning voice made you jittery. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything,” he responded, looking at your disheveled state. 

Your hair was put in the worst bun possible, last night when Jaehyun was removing your makeup, your hair was all over your face so he had no choice but to put it up somehow. Since you slept in it, more hairs poked out making you look bizarre. The bare face you possessed brought out the puffiness of your cheeks and the swole in your lips. Jaehyun couldn’t help but look at you, who sat in his shirt. Considering that it was bigger on you, he noticed your shoulder poking out. Nervously, Jaehyun diverts his gaze elsewhere. 

“Then how did you get into my bed?” you asked, the last thing you remember was drinking to the sight of him and Chaeyoung at the after-party last night. 

“You wanted me to stay,” Jaehyun clarified. 

“And you listened to me?” you blurted, clearly frustrated with your actions. As you threw the blankets off, Jaehyun gently grasped your hand to stop you from leaving. 

“Y/n, please. About last night, I meant what I said at the Charity Ball,” he began.  

“I don’t know,” you brushed him off, standing up. 

“Please, just hear me out,” Jaehyun begged. 

You hesitated for a bit, what if he doesn’t mean his words? What if he just goes back to how he was? You inhaled enough air to inflate your lungs, making your decision. You sat back on your bed, crossing your legs, letting him continue. 

“I know what I did was wrong and nothing will ever justify it. I was just angry that I wasn’t allowed to find love for myself, I was angry that I couldn’t be with Chaeyoung. All of the words I said that tore you down, every action that I had done to hurt you, I take it all back. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m truly sorry. I know it’ll take a while for you to forgive me, but please, I want to apologize for everything.” Jaehyun looked up at you and you knew he genuinely meant what he said because you’ve never seen such misery in his eyes. 

You sat dazed in front of him, your mind couldn’t stop asking questions. Does he even mean all of this? “So what does this mean?” you looked up from your lap. 

“I don’t know, but I do want to try this out with you. I want to see if I can get there with you...no-” he shook his head, “-I want to get there with you and we can go as slow as you want!” 

You sat there thinking to yourself, you were so conflicted and guarded. Is this too soon? Is he just saying this to get in my head? 

“Please say something,” he pleaded, fiddling with his fingers. 

“I-“ you inhaled a sharp breath, “-I don’t know Jaehyun. We’ve been so hostile towards each other the entire time. This is toxic, this isn’t good and I don't want this.” you faltered. 

“Then what should I do?” Jaehyun asked, brows furrowed. As desperate as he sounded, he genuinely wanted to be better for you...and for himself. 

You didn’t know, you didn’t want to say anything because there was a lot that you wanted him to do, “Jaehyun,” you fumbled for the correct words, “I-your words really hurt me, don’t think I have the heart to trust and forgive you right now.”

“Oh,” he lowered his head, clearly disappointed. 

“I appreciate you apologizing though. I think it’s just going to take me some time to figure this out on my own.”

“Of course, take as much time as you needed,” he stood up and with soft steps, walked out of your room.

Why is he so sad in the way he walked? What happened yesterday and why is he suddenly acting differently? You threw your blankets aside and rested your hands on your propped up knees. Your pounding headache wouldn’t stop as you tried to recall the events that happened last night. You remember the vibrations of the blaring music, the flashing lights, the sheer coating of sweat on your body, Jaehyun dragging you away, the dried tears that stained your cheeks, and...you crying. Oh my gosh...you winced at your humiliating behavior as the conversation you had with Jaehyun came back. How can you be so stupid? Get your shit together, damn it y/n!

It took you a while to get yourself out of bed, you didn’t want to risk facing Jaehyun. Maybe that’s why he’s all apologetic now. You thought, citing your conversation with him from last night. When you finally heard the familiar sound of his door shutting, you got up to wash your face. It was then you realized you didn’t have any makeup on. Oh, he must’ve taken it off…

After getting yourself ready for the day, you walk downstairs and there’s a saturated aroma of savory breakfast food filling the air, “You made breakfast?” you walked down to see two sets of plates placed on the table filled with food. 

“Yes,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“Oh, thank you.” 

“I’m sorry for not making you any last time,” he scratched the back of his head, “um, let’s eat.” 

If you were to be honest, the tension between you wasn’t exactly there, but it was just a little awkward. You sat across from each other in silence as you ate, the quietness was eating you alive so you took the courage to speak first.

“What happened last night?” you asked him, you just wanted confirmations of your thoughts. 

“Well” he began, “at the club, you got super drunk that you started dancing with one of my friends, Johnny Suh. So I took you home and...you started crying.” 

“Oh my gosh,” you rested your forehead on your palm, embarrassment washing over you, so everything I said was true. “Please don’t tell me what I said,” you held up a hand and continued eating your food. You already knew what you said, you just didn’t want to hear it from Jaehyun.

“Oh. Okay,” Jaehyun thought that maybe you were just embarrassed, but he also felt like you didn’t want to talk about how you truly felt. He figured he’d have to wait for you to be ready without being intoxicated. 

The day went on how it usually did, you both went to your rooms, this time leaving your doors opened a bit. Occasionally, you’d go to the kitchen to get a snack and you’d see him doing the same. Instead of just staring at each other with a void, a small nod would come.

It’s going to take time. Jaehyun reminded himself as he watched you go back up to your room.

You, on the other hand, you weren't handling it too well. You were so used to people coming and going as they pleased, that you’ve built yourself a wall. You’re just trying to be cautious because of the past and because of how Jaehyun regarded you. 

Your phone rang, interrupting you from your thoughts, “Hello?” 

“Hey, how are you doing?” Haewon asked. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You left me last night without telling me that you were leaving early with Jaehyun,” you knew your best friend was pouting on the other side. 

“I’m sorry, I was just really wasted,” you sighed, you needed to stop doing that. 

“Yeah I know, at least you got home safely,” Haewon commented, “he didn’t...yell at you again right?” 

“No.” 

“Oh really? What happened?” 

“Well this morning, Jaehyun apologized and said that he wanted to actually try. But I don’t know, Haewon. I really really don’t know what to do,” you faltered. 

“Really y/n? He apologized? And you’re going to really believe that? ” Haewon doubted. 

“I mean he sounded sincere,” you shrugged.

“Well, I don’t trust him at all! I hate the way he treats you. There’s no way he whole-heartedly meant it.” Haewon retorted. 

“We’ll see,” you huffed. 

“Anyways, I know you're still planning your collection for spring and summer, but I just wanted to check up on you. I hope you’re doing okay,” you felt her heartwarming smile melt your heart. 

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured her. 

“I’m serious, y/n! If he mistreats you again, Imma just have to come over and give him a little punching!” Haewon threatened. 

“No! Don’t!” you said in bewilderment, “Mark already did and it didn’t end looking good, so please, no more fights.” 

“What? Mark Lee? No way.”

You explained to her the situation of that morning, you still couldn’t erase the image of Jaehyun who looked defeated and contrite at the time. The way his full shoulders suddenly withered over his sturdy body, his firm hands collapsed beside him, and his eyes painted in poignant. The image stained your brain and no matter how much you tried forgetting it you couldn’t help but feel the slight twinge in your chest. 

You rushed the conversation, in hopes of ending the topic, “alright, it’s late and I have to get into the office early tomorrow. Goodnight, I’ll talk to you later,” you yawned. 

“Okay, love you,” Haewon replied. 

You hung up, feeling your stomach grumble. You’ve been in your room all day, you haven’t gone out to eat yet. You headed to the kitchen for a late snack and as you opened the fridge, you spotted a written note stuck to the top of a container.

[ I made some for dinner, but you seemed busy on the phone. Just heat it in the microwave until it’s the way you want it ] 

You took off the top, smelling the stir fry. You nodded, impressed that Jaehyun can actually cook. Once it was warm enough, you sat at the table and scrolled through emails.  You had more files that needed to be approved, hopefully, it wasn’t as much as the last round. Launching a new collection was definitely hard, especially when it’s for two seasons of the year, which meant two different concepts. You loved your job, but sometimes you wish that there were easier ways to approve things. 

“Good morning,” your mother greeted.

You pressed your lips together at the familiar sight on your desk. Once again, there were stacks of files sitting on your desk, so you had to literally move them to make room for yourself. As you sat down, you ordered the files from most urgent to least and immediately got to work. 

This time, you weren’t so harsh on yourself. You often took breaks and occasionally got food with your mother, you enjoyed the time you shared with her because it wasn’t often that you did. 

“How are you and Jaehyun?” 

“We’re...good,” you hummed, stirring the tea that sat before you. You watched as the tinted liquid swirled after your spoon in the glass cup, it went with the flow. Maybe I should too. 

“Honey, I know when you’re lying,” she took your hand in hers, almost as if she was trying to shield you from the dark world of being hurt. 

“Mother, really, we’re fine,” you sighed. You didn’t want to trouble her or stress her out, you both already have enough on your plate. 

“Just know that you can tell me anything, okay? I’m your mother.” 

“Of course,” you thinned your lips. 

When you came back to your office, you were persistent on finishing, so you worked hard until the series of words soon became blurred and your brain couldn’t absorb any more information. When you looked at the clock, it was suddenly 7pm. You felt the tension in your shoulders, rolling them back, you knew you needed to reward yourself before you started on another department. You strolled into the break room and brewed a cup of tea and sat at one of the closer tables, you heard a text from your phone. 

[ Jaek-ass: hey I made some food and stored it in the fridge again. Just reheat it when you come home ] 

You haven’t changed his name from your contacts, you were going to leave it at that for a bit. Of course, he was gentle in caring for you when you were wasted, you could still feel the warmth of his arms around you. Also when he apologized and when he made you dinner, but despite all that, you were so guarded. You know he was trying, but the hurt that he caused you was blocking you from accepting it. 

When you came home around 9, it seemed like Jaehyun was already in bed. He usually worked from home, but this week he was in the office. You envied how he always seemed to have it lucky, everything usually goes his way. You walked to the fridge to take out the container of food he prepared for you, this time it was macaroni and cheese. You chuckled as you set it in the microwave, you always ate this during your college days whenever you were pulling all-nighters. The taste brought you back to your old days. 

You found your mind wandering to Jaehyun and his old days. You wondered where he went to think and process his thoughts, who were the friends that made him laugh and formed those dimples of his, you didn’t know a lot of things. Did he talk to Chaeyoung yet? You sighed, they had so much history. You knew you were intruding into their relationship, but this was a situation that you couldn’t help. 

As you got ready for bed, you called Haewon for a little chat, before you moved in with Jaehyun, she would always come over and spend time with you. You missed her dearly, she was the crazy friend that always gave you a good time, but this time you wanted to talk seriously with her. You expressed to Haewon your concerns about letting your guards down and opening up to Jaehyun. She always knew you were guarded and always did her best to make you feel comfortable, but she felt like if you never let your walls down, there was going to be no one waiting for you. You huffed when she said that, all you wanted was to find someone for yourself… but maybe that person is you. 

“Well, I’m going to head to bed. You probably have a busy work schedule too, so go to bed, I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” Haewon bid. 

“You have no idea. Goodnight, love you,” you hung up the phone and threw yourself on the bed. It’s not like you can blame your parents for putting you in this position, this is all they know, they were put in this situation, and so were your grandparents. To be honest, it felt like a family curse.

When you woke up the next morning, Jaehyun had already left for work. Breakfast was stored and as you reheated it, you scrolled through your emails. The Designing Department had already sent digital images of rough drafts for the upcoming Spring-Summer collection. The designs didn’t look right, so you figured you’d have to go to their department today. You exhaled in annoyance, going down there meant that you weren’t able to work on the files, which means that everything you hoped to finish was going to be put back. 

“Morning sweetie,” your mother greeted from her desk. 

“Good morning mother, I have to go down to the Designing Department for a bit today, have my assistant call me if I'm needed.” you quickly set your bag and made your way.

You double-check your notes, making sure everything was ordered and organized. As the upcoming CEO, you had to have your life together. As the elevator doors open, you stride to the open doors that hold one of the most important assets of the company. 

“Good morning, Ms. y/l/n.” everyone greeted you. 

“Yes, good morning, everyone. Today we have a busy day, I went over the files that were sent to me and some adjustments need to be made. That being said, I want to work with the design processors first, we’ll get all of the designs done for the prototyping to begin today. Everyone, get to work!” You commanded, everyone dispersing into their job. 

You walked over to where the processors were, they were in charge of designing the outfits. The colors, patterns, print, and proportion were all done by them. Several of them had their head buried in their desk, Park Chaeyoung. There she was, sitting in her desk, solely focused on her designs. Her head perked up once you towered over her. 

“I heard you’re very good at designing-” you nodded at her drawings, “-may I take a look?”

“O-oh! Of course,” she handed you her stack of papers. 

You quickly scanned her sketches, her lines were delicately drawn with preciseness and the patterns complimented the outfit, she unexpectedly met your expectations. One thing that bothered you was that the colors didn’t harmonize well together, instead, they clashed. Nonetheless, you were still impressed. 

“They’re not bad,” you sighed, handing them back, “but I advise you not to play with the colors too much. The designs are very well drawn, but the colors clash too much. It makes it hard on the eye.” you advised her. 

“Yes, Ms. Y/l/n, thank you for the advice.” Chaeyoung bowed her head. 

You smiled back before drawing your attention to the rest of the team members. You went to each of them, making sure the designs were well correlated with the collection. You made sure to speak with every designer and ensure that everything corresponded. Every fabric, texture, detail, and sampling had to be perfect, there was no room to mess up. 

By lunchtime, you weren’t as close to finishing as you wanted to be, but you can tell that you lacked effort from the designing team. You huffed in annoyance, “alright, everyone, thirty-minute lunch, please. Be back as soon as possible!” you demanded. 

As you let the entire team to lunch, you sat and scanned over the designs again, ensuring everything was perfect enough to move on. You wrote corrections and notes here and there, so the processors knew what to revise and change.

Jaehyun sat in his office chair, fixated on the papers in front of him, his hair tousled, and his tie slightly loosened. Going over the accounting finances were a pain in the ass, he had to make sure everything was correct, and so far, they weren’t. The debits and credits were mixed up, even an elementary student could’ve figured it out. It wasn’t even better that he was meeting up with Chaeyoung at her place tonight. Jaehyun was going to clear things up with her and for once, he felt like he was doing the right thing. 

Back at Audace, as soon as the department was back, it was time to get to work. You gave the processors a few minutes before beginning the prototyping process. Not only was designing hard but so was sewing. Everything had to fit together, the fabric needed to be embedded, and it had to be the fabric that the outfit was designed for.  You glide the folded textile through the sewing machine, yarn connecting it into one. As you put the finished textile on the mannequin, you heard someone scolding. You turned your head to see the head department, Jieun, lecturing Chaeyoung as she held her head low. You walked over, hoping to alleviate the tension. 

“You should know better! Even if Ms. Y/l/n gives you thirty minutes, you only have twenty minutes! We are launching our Spring-Summer collection. We don’t have time to be flexible, we don’t even have time for lun-”

“Everything alright here Jieun?” You raised a brow. 

“Y-yes,-” she bowed, “-everything is okay.”

“Then let’s get back to work, we have a lot to do.” 

You led the Designing Department through the whole process in making the outfits. Textiles were sewn, fabrics were slipped on the mannequin, and outfits were completed. You sighed after completing a few, the department still had a few more to go and it was almost the end of everyone’s shift. Your fingers flowed through the silky fabrics of one of the blouses you put together, you were putting your whole heart and soul into this collection, you had to impress society that you were made to be the next CEO. A ring from your phone suddenly distracted you from your thoughts. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey y/n,” it was Jaehyun. 

“Hi, is everything okay?” It wasn’t usual for him to call you at all.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just letting you know that I won’t be home until later tonight,” he said. 

“Oh, ok-” you paused, “-do you want me to leave you some dinner?” 

“No, that’s okay. I know you’re busy with work, just get some sleep when you get home. I’ll eat when I’m done.” Jaehyun said. 

“Okay,” you bid him goodbye and hung up the phone. 

You could hear the fatigue and stress in his voice. Maybe he’s busy at work, hopefully, he gets some sleep. You didn’t want to meet an angry Jaehyun again. You eluded your thoughts and got back to work, you figured that you’d be working overtime also, so you did your best to rush with preciseness. 

Jaehyun cleaned his desk, he grabbed his bag, ready to leave for Chaeyoung place. He hadn’t figured out what he was going to say to her, but he had a clear idea. 

“Goodnight Mr. Jung,” his employees bowed as he passed them. 

Once Jaehyun was driving on the road, his mind strayed to you. He wondered if you were okay at work, if you had a lot, and if you were taking breaks often. Jaehyun didn’t exactly know you, but he knew how stubborn you were, especially when it comes to work. You liked to plow through the work, you liked to get things done. Jaehyun sighed as his palms tightened on the steering wheel, he was nervous to talk to Chaeyoung. So many ‘what if’ scenarios flashed through his mind.

When Jaehyun pulled into Chaeyoung's parking lot, he felt his palm sweat. Uneasiness settled in his bones, he didn’t want to break her heart, he didn’t want to break the woman he loves. He’s already broken you, he didn’t want to break another, especially Chaeyoung. Jaehyun timidly walked up to her door, quietly knocking on it, hoping that the hush of it was heard. 

“Jaehyun!” she pulled him in for a hug, shutting the door behind him. 

“Hey,” Jaehyun gently pulled her away, “we need to talk.” 

Chaeyoung pulled him to her couch, she sat and grasped his hand sensing the seriousness, “Is everything okay?” 

“I-” Jaehyun rubbed his face, hoping it’d release some of the tension behind his expression, “-we need to stop.” 

“What do you mean?” Chaeyoung’s voice quieted. 

“This,” he pointed back and forth between them, “we need to end this.” 

“W-why? Did I do something wrong?” Her voice weakened.

Silence drapes the room as Jaehyun sits across Chaeyoung. He knows he has to tell her the truth, that’s what she deserves, but her reaction made Jaehyun anxious. Would she hate me? What if she never wants to see me ever again? He couldn’t afford to lose her, but at the same time, the guilt ate him alive every time the image of you flashed in his head. 

Jaehyun tangled his fingers through his hair. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he exhales, “I’m engaged to someone.” 

“What?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widen, “who?”

There was a long pause before Jaehyun can speak up, “Y/l/n Y/n,” he lowers his gaze at his fiddling hands. 

“My boss? You’re engaged to my boss?” Chaeyoung stood up appalled. 

“Please sit,” he begged. 

She yanked her hand from his, “How? Why? Since when?” 

“Since a while ago, we won’t be getting married until the summer. It’s for business, but honestly, I just don’t think my dad wants me to marry you,” he quietly scoffed, “Jung Corporation is a joint company with Audace.” 

Chaeyoung’s head falls into the palm of her hand, “I hate you. How could you do this to me? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

“Because I wanted to be with you! But I’ve treated y/n like shit and now...I want to try this with her,” Jaehyun whispered the last part. 

Chaeyoung sits in silence, before she releases a long-awaited sigh, “Please go,” she points to the door. 

“Ch-Chaeyoung, please,” he pleaded. 

“Get out, Jaehyun!” 

So as much as Jaehyun wanted to stay he knew he had no choice but to leave, he knew that you were probably waiting at home for him. This is now over and he knows that it’s time to focus on fixing this up with you, but he can’t help but feel the pain in his chest. For such a long time, he’s waited for Chaeyoung to come back from the states and start a life with him. Of course, things never work out for him. 

Before he drove home, Jaehyun drove to the edge of a cliff. The twinkling lights that lit the city helped him overlook his problems, it helps remind him his problems were only small. Jaehyun rested his head on the steering wheel, a choked cry came out, which grew into sobs about everything he’s done. Jaehyun wanted out, he didn’t want to be put through this, not anymore, but thought of you always reminded him that he wanted to be better. Even though he had you, his heart hurt for Chaeyoung, the memory of her crying, pointing out the door, telling him that she hated him would resonate in his mind. 

When you got home, Jaehyun hadn’t made it back yet, usually, he’d be home around 5 if he was ever late. You shrugged it off, making your way to the kitchen making dinner, and turning on some music. You were making your favorite dish, pad thai. Hopefully, Jaehyun liked it too because you were going to pack a little for him. 

The rice noodles that sauteed with the sauce and vegetables filled the kitchen with a delectable aroma. You set yourself a plate and a container for Jaehyun, leaving it uncapped to cool down. You sat by the table, munching on your dinner as you scrolled through your phone. You replied to text messages and emails that required your approval. 

“Maybe I should just stay later,” you sighed. Since you spent the day in the Designing Department, you didn’t get the chance to work on any other department files. You rubbed your temples in frustration, you were going to have to bring them home. You were never fond of bringing work home, you cherished the moment you had after work because it was your time to relax and be at peace. Work was work and whatever work you had you left it in your office until the next day, but everything was so demanding now. 

You didn’t want to think about it anymore, you set your phone down to enjoy the food in front of you, but you shortly heard the door open and a tired Jaehyun walked in. His hair was tousled, his tie was loose, and a couple of buttons were undone. His eyes held dark bags and were stained red, was he crying? Jaehyun looked at you curiously, to him, you looked overworked, considering you were still in your work clothes. 

“I just got home,” you answered, it was like you read his mind, “I made some pad thai and packed it in the fridge, just give me a second-” you got up from your chair, making your way to the fridge, “-I’ll heat this up for you.” 

“O-oh, you don’t have to. I can do that, just come finish your food.” Jaehyun stuttered. 

“It’s okay,” you already had the pad thai on a plate and placed it in the microwave.

You set the warm food in front of Jaehyun who seated himself beside your chair. You watched him from the corner of your eye, you wanted to see his reaction. 

“This is really good,” his eyes widened. 

“You like it?” you asked. 

“Yes, what is this?” Jaehyun asked, taking another bite. 

“Pad thai,” you replied, “when I was younger, my family and I would often take trips to Thailand. One of the chefs taught me how to make it since I like it so much.” 

Jaehyun nodded, continuing to eat as you quietly sat and finished yours. You offered to clean up and let him get ready for bed, but he was persistent in doing the cleaning, so you let him. You walked up to your room to get ready to shower, hoping that the hot water would release the tension in your shoulders. As it did, you couldn’t help but feel unsettled, you were typically good at giving people the cold shoulder, especially to Jaehyun, so why were you suddenly being considerate of him? You dug into your subconscious to see where your feelings were with him. You convinced yourself it was going to take time to forgive him, but your actions already said that you did. Colliding with your thoughts, you didn’t know who to listen to. 

It was late and you wanted to leave for work early in the morning, but as you laid in bed, you couldn’t stop shuffling in your sheets. Your body was physically drained, but your mind was everywhere. Why did he come home late? Was he crying? Your brows furrowed. You remembered how he looked at you when he came in, for a split second you thought you saw heartbreak and regret in his eyes. Maybe he went to go talk to Chaeyoung. You sighed. Only your thoughts of tomorrow could confirm it. 

So there you were, 5am, sitting in your office going through the files. With your tea beside you, the shuffling of papers swayed the steam coming from the cup, almost cooling it down. 

By the time your mother came in, you had finished the Marketing Department’s files. “You’re here early. When did you come?” Your mother set her bag on her desk. 

“5,” you said, grabbing the files leaving the office. 

You stood alone in the elevator, employees coming and going. On the 5th floor, Chaeyoung stood wide-eyed as the doors opened to the sight of you. She bowed and quickly came in, standing a few feet from you, you saw how she tightly held onto the files in her hands. You figured she had to drop some paperwork off at another apartment, but your assumptions stood true, Chaeyoung’s eyes were swollen, bags shadowed beneath her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, even though you saw her yesterday. 

The two of you stood silent until the 4th floor was met, you nodded to her and left for the Marketing Department. On your stroll there, you could hear whispers occurring as you passed by. The Marketing Department was notorious for gossiping, they knew many of the present trends and updated buzz. Usually, they spoke about you, but a familiar name was called and you slightly stiffened. 

“Did you see the pictures of Jaehyun at the after-party?” one of them said. 

“No, show me!” another begged.

“They’re blurry, but isn’t he handsome???” the girl gawked. 

“Who’s that girl he’s carrying?” another asked, frustration glazing her question. 

“I’m not sure, but I’ll figure it out. I always do,” the girl chuckled. 

Your eyes widened as you realized that girl they were referring to was you. You quicken your strides to the head office, you quickly drop it off to make your way back to your office, avoiding the girls. You panted as you fell into your chair, you weren’t aware that you were holding your breath through all of that. 

“Are you okay?” Your mother noticed your thwarted expression. 

“Yeah,” you sighed, getting back to work. 

As you worked on your files, you lost track of time as your focus was solely on completing them. Your mind was distracted the second your secretary stood in front of your desk. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, your focus not leaving the papers in front of you. 

“Ms. y/l/n, someone is here for you.” She said. 

“Unless they have an appointment, I don’t have time to talk.” 

“M-Ms. y/l/n,” your secretary hesitated, “it’s Mr. Jung.”

You sighed, looking at the clock. You hadn’t realized it was already noon. Why is Jaehyun here? “Let him in.” 

Your gaze avoided the door to your office, you didn’t want him to think you were waiting for him. When Jaehyun walked in, he was dressed in a dark grey suit, his tie well done, his hair slicked back, he looked rather composed, unlike last night. 

“Hi, I hope you’re not too busy,” Jaehyun walked up to your desk, you could smell the cologne he always wore. It held a clean, wood, and rich scent like it was made solely for him. 

“Just a little bit, is everything okay?” You quietly asked. 

“Yeah,” he sat down in one of the seats in front of you, “I was wondering if you have time for lunch.” He enjoyed the moment last night as you two ate, so he wanted to have lunch with you today. 

Oh...Your eyes slightly widen, you didn’t know if you were excited or surprised. “I have time,” you nodded. 

“Great, I don’t know what you like so I just brought some kimbap that I made,” Jaehyun’s lips pressed together. 

“That’s okay, I like it.” You reached to grab one and popped it in your mouth.

Before you could grab another, your mother marched in, “Honey, I’m ba-OH! Mr. Jung, I wasn’t aware you were coming. I’ll leave you two be.” she quickly ran out. 

“No, mother it’s okay!” You begged, anticipating the awkward tension between you two, but she was quick to leave. “Sorry about that,” you commented, lowering back into your seat. 

“That’s okay,” Jaehyun chuckled, you saw those dimples and his whiskers again, it sent jitters to your spine. “What are you working on?” he nodded at the papers in front of you.

“Um-” you looked at your files, “-just approving the departments’ files. We’re coming out with a new Spring-Summer collection, so they need my approval for several things.” 

“That’s a lot. When do they need it?” 

“By the end of the week, I usually finish by Thursday but it looks like I’m going to have to bring some home so I can just finish on time,” your smile fell when you realized who was standing at the door. 

Jaehyun picked up on your expression and turned around in his seat, “Ch-Chaeyoung.” 

It felt as if time had slowed down, the three of you stood still in your places. None of you said a word and let the unsettling feeling resonate in each other’s bones. The silence blanketed the room and brought tension between everyone. 

You held your breath before speaking up, “What is it Chaeyoung?” you asked.

“Your secretary wasn’t at her desk and I needed to drop these off as soon as possible, they need your approval.” She walked towards your desk and gently set them on your desk. 

You thank her as she bows and leaves, Jaehyun’s gaze never leaving her figure. You felt your stomach lightly drop, was it the kimbap? Or were you flustered, hot, and maybe a little jealous? Nope. 

You cleared your throat, earning Jaehyun’s attention, “I’m full and I have a lot to do, so I’ll see you at home.” you said, this was a way of forcing him out of your office. 

“Y/n,” Jaehyun’s head fell to the side.

“I don’t want to know Jaehyun. Whatever you have with her is your issue,” you opened the doors to your office, “please leave.” you did your best at keeping your composure together. 

“Y/n, I ended things with her.” Jaehyun’s palms fell in front of you in reason. 

“Please, Jaehyun,” you gulped, “go.” 

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Chapter 11 - Of magical evenings and more magical elixirs

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warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, angst

word count: 1787 

a/n: I’m sorry. 

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George’s perspective in bold!!!

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George took an angry shower that night, shampooing his hair for way longer than necessary as if he could wash away all those intrusive thoughts and images.

When he came back to the room, Fred was already in there, but they haven’t exchanged a word.

He couldn’t sleep that night. Tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position that would make him magically drift away, he thought further.

Less angry, he thought that maybe he judged too early, exaggerated. Maybe that was all in his head, and there was no point acting like a prat like he did tonight.

Neither you nor Fred probably had any idea what that was all about. He tried to convince himself that, and that everything would be alright eventually. It wasn’t long before the sun was about to come up when he managed to fall asleep for a bit.

The next morning, the easiest option for him was to pretend nothing had happened and try to act normal. This came easy with Fred, all George heard in return was “Took your head out of your ass, huh?” and he tried to laugh. He had no reason to be upset with Fred.

With you, however – seeing you at breakfast, he had expected you to be confused, upset maybe – but you seemed nervous upon seeing him, scared to hear what he had to say. A simple ‘hi’ surprised you. George didn’t understand anything anymore.

You barely got any sleep that night. After your roommates had fallen asleep, you cried, thinking about how you messed up your friendship. You wanted to fall asleep, but couldn’t. You just wanted to wake up in the morning, fast-forward. You dreaded seeing George, but you also needed to just hear what he had to say and have this over with.

However, he was alright the next morning. Maybe a bit tense, but he tried talking to you as usual. Was the previous night about something else entirely? What was going on?

It didn’t feel right to ask him. But it was getting more and more tiring. More and more questions, more secrets around George, things the two of you avoided talking about – you didn’t like that at all. Yet pretending nothing had happened was the best you were going to get that morning, so you took it.

And as days passed, you believed it more and more.

George was sitting at a table in the common room with Fred and Lee. You were also there, sitting to his right, going over an essay one last time before having to submit it the next day.

The two of you were on speaking terms, but all that was left unsaid could be cut with a knife.

The boys were talking about a party that was planned in a few days, on Friday, by the Ravenclaws celebrating professor Vector cancelling a double-period that Tuesday. Fred and Lee debated going, while George shrugged, saying “I dunno.”

It seemed to get your attention, you looked up from your parchment for a second to say – “actually, I was thinking we could go, maybe…” hopefully.

To be honest, that idea came to you right when you heard about the party. It was more like a daydream at that moment - going to that party with George, how pretty you could look that night, how he wouldn’t be able to resist you anymore and finally confess to you.

But then you thought it was, in fact, a good idea. Not to the full extent, maybe - but you decided to get him to come with you, put a bit more effort into your appearance and just have a good time together. You really missed him.

You could make him see you in a different light, so that maybe if he didn’t feel the same way you did just yet, your confession wouldn’t come as such a shock. And just maybe, he could fall for you in time, too.

And if he did feel the same way – well, you could simply see where the night takes you.

George didn’t know what to expect. The vision of going to a party seemed tiring at that point. But you wanted to go, and you wanted him to go, so he grasped the opportunity to avoid pushing you away further than you already were in his eyes. So with heavy legs, he made his way to wait for you in the common room, as planned.

Your hands were shaking as you were getting ready. This was your shot. After one, last, nervous glance at yourself in the mirror, you went out.

He wasn’t dressed that much different than usual, but he looked so good. Shy smiles were exchanged between the two of you without a thought. Fred teased you about shaking off your school uniform in his own way of paying you a compliment, then the whole group left.

From the moment you arrived George was happy to sit in the corner, so unlike himself. You decided to turn to good, old, fire-whisky for a bit of a push, then waited a bit, keeping up a conversation.

You were quickly left alone by Fred and Lee, who both went to do their own thing. The atmosphere was a bit awkward again and you started getting frustrated with yourself.

It’s George. It’s George, it’s George. – you repeated to yourself, trying to forget the events of the last few weeks and remember how he was always the person you felt comfortable doing anything with.

You were at a loss for ideas, when the music came with aid.

“Oooh..!!” you exclaimed, “I forgot how much I love this song!” George seemed to be amused, looking at you. “Come on!” you demanded, reaching out your hand as you stood up.

He looked apologetically. “You go, I don’t feel like dancing.” “George, come on. You won’t dance with me?” came out of your mouth. Your selfish attempt at getting some affirmation. You wanted to hear again that you mean something to him.

He smirked, not his usual smirk, looking down at the floor. You hesitantly reached your hand even closer to his, in desperation.

He sighed and took it. All previous events didn’t matter to you anymore and your heart swelled when you lead him to the dance floor.

It took him a moment to warm up. You abandoned all worries and forgot about the world around you. Neither one of you were good at dancing, it was mostly waving limbs around and vibing to the music. It felt like before.

A few more breaks at the drink table later, the evening seemed perfect. You were dancing and laughing as hours passed, the majority of the time holding each other’s hands, or just each other.

“I need to catch a breath,” George told you, noticing how your face lit up when a new song came on as you sat on one of the sofas. “Okay,” you replied, biting your bottom lip, and looked around the room. “I’m gonna talk to some mates for a bit, okay? Be back later.” “Sure,” he said, and you were off.

You were elated with how the evening was turning out. After taking a moment to hang out with some other mates to clear your mind a bit, not forgetting to update Angelina and Alicia on how things were going, you freshened up in the bathroom.

When you walked out, you bumped into Fred and exchanged a few words with him. He seemed to be having a nice time too.

George was half-listening to whatever Maya - or Maria - was talking to him about. He did notice the sweet, enticing tone of her voice, though.

But he saw you across the room and felt the frustration come back to him, taking another sip out of the bottle that somehow made its way into his hand. How cruel was that? Of you to look so beautiful? To have such a great time with him, dancing and laughing, and feeling so good in his arms?

He forgot himself again. He just asked to be hurt, didn’t he? That was stupid of him.

“Has George ever talked to Nadia Bones before?” you asked Fred. Your tipsiness making you surprised with the audacity of the girl.

Fred shot you a confused look, then found his brother in the crowd and understood. “Ehh, exchanged a word here and there.”

You scoffed. About to shrug it off, you brought a cup of pumpkin juice up to your lips, but you put it back quickly, thinking your eyes were deceiving you.

George wasn’t standing this close to her before, was he? He had a smirk on his face and she slid a hand up his chest.

Slowly, he leaned down and connected their lips.

You couldn’t believe it and you couldn’t look away. They were snogging.

Fred went quiet too, he noticed it too, how his brother kept on making out with the girl. You felt sick, dizzy, and faint.

“I- I… gotta go,” you mumbled to him. “Yeah, yeah…” he replied, trying to process what was going on. “Do you want me to come with you?” he asked with concern.

“I-… I-“ you stuttered, “I dunno.” The only thing in your mind being the need to leave. Where, and what you’d do next didn’t matter.

It felt as if your mind was detached from your body as Fred led you back to your dorm room. You didn’t know how he tricked the security charm, but you sat with him on the rug, by your bed.

Fred didn’t really know what to do. He wasn’t good with this stuff. He didn’t understand exactly what you were feeling right now, you sat as if you were frozen. And above all, he didn’t understand what George was playing at. He stroked your shoulder and upper back awkwardly, trying to comfort you.  

After the initial shock passed a few minutes later, you broke down. For Merlin knows how long, your face was buried in Fred’s shoulder, his shirt getting soaked with your tears.

It was pretty late when Angelina came back. She noticed the two of you sitting in the light of your bedside lamp alone and she knew something was wrong. Then she heard you quiet sniffling.

Fred was grateful she came to aid, that was certain. But he didn’t leave.

The two managed to get you to stop crying, you had a conversation with them, all three of you going through a range of emotions. And they didn’t leave you alone, to get some sleep themselves.

Only after making sure you had drifted away, Fred left, and Angelina went to sleep too.

[scarletwinterxx]

Kiss You Series (Lee Donghyuck/ Haechan)

It’s been a very long week, I was on a little social media break for a few days. It’s been a tough week but this too shall pass :) anyways thank you for the constant love and support, I’m very sorry for the slow updates. 

Here’s another addition to the kiss you series, kinda long so I hope you like it. Thank you and enjoy - xoxo, A.

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MARK || YUTA || HAECHAN

It really wasn’t a secret nor his fault people tend to gravitate towards him, there’s something about this boy that makes people come to him and feel comforted by his very presence. He’s the life of the party, the mood maker. Everyone likes Lee Haechan. 

I also can’t blame him for being friendly to the point of being oblivious of other girl’s advances on him. He’s naturally friendly, and kind and bubbly. But when the sight of a girl clinging on my boyfriend’s arm so early in the morning when I got to the campus was enough to set me on a bad mood for the whole day. It also wasn’t helping that I didn’t have any classes with him and we probably won’t see each other until the end of the day. 

So here I am, sulking and wallowing in self pity. My not so favorite boy at the moment having no idea of my current agitation towards him. 

When my last class ended I was just about ready to call it a day and head home, opting in doing all my work the next day but the sight of Haechan waiting outside the door of the classroom I was in told me that wasn’t about to happen. 

“Hey there, sunshine. What’s with the long face?” he asked with his usual smile on, still not aware of what I saw this morning. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not really the type to get jealous easily. I’m not that shallow and I trust my boyfriend. This day just wasn’t going my way and the sight of another girl clinging onto Haechan irked me. I admit it did hit a nerve.

“Nothing, I’m just tired. Why are you still here?” I asked him, his last class ended an hour before mine. I knew he was waiting for me but I still asked anyways making him send me an ‘are you okay?’ expression

“Can’t I wait for my girlfriend?” he replied smoothly, he was just about to reach for my hand but I quickly crossed my arms across my chest

“I’m really tired today, Hyuck. I’m actually just going to call it a day, I’ll see you tomorrow” I mumbled, ready to walk the other direction but he was quick to pull on my arm and make me look at him

“Something’s definitely up, are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, concern etched across his face

I wasn’t feeling just annoyed anymore, now I’m upset mainly with myself, upset with him for letting the other girl be that close, upset for thinking like this. And when I’m upset I just burst out into tears. 

“Are you crying? Oh my god baby what happened? Tell me, is everything okay?”

“No! I’m- I just... I don’t want to talk about it, I’ll see you tomorrow” I said quickly then walked away not giving him a chance to say more. 

Hyuck knew me enough to give me some time to settle my emotions and clear my mind. I silently send a thank you in my mind to him for that. 

That night I cried some more, I don’t even know why. Hyuck didn’t forget to send me a couple of messages reminding me to eat, asking me if I was okay, then the last one was sent only a couple of minutes ago telling me goodnight. 

I didn’t want to blow that little incident out of proportion, but sleeping on unresolved problems can be bad because once you wake up it’s entrenched in a different way. My emotions was just all over the place and now I’m on the stage where I’m currently feeling a bit angry at Hyuck. 

“I mean why would he not push her away? why was she clinging on his arm anyways?” I asked to no one in particular, the two other person sitting with me sharing quick looks at each other

“Because it didn’t mean anything. Come on Y/N, this is Haechan we’re talking about. He only sees you” Doyeon said, trying to assure and reason with me

“You know him, he’s friends with everyone” Jeno added with a small smile

“Well I don’t cling on your arm when we talk” I mumbled

“Who’s clinging on who?” Someone asked from behind us, I knew who it was without even looking

“Oh you know.. just..” Doyeon shrugged, not really sure how to answer

“That girl. Yesterday. In the hallway. Clinging onto you.” my sudden outburst made my two friends look at me wide eyes

“Huh?” I hear Hyuck utter out, looking at me then to our friends silently asking them what am I talking about

“Whatever, I’m going back to my dorm see you guys later” I said then stood up, Hyuck quick to follow after me

“Care to elaborate on your statement? I can’t say sorry if I don’t know what I did wrong”

“Oh so you admit you did something wrong?” I asked back

“Oh my god, words Y/N. Use words, you’re not making any sense right now” I can see he’s getting frustrated with me, I was too if I’m being honest.

“Now that I think about it, that wasn’t even the first time. That girl in your literature class, she won’t stop calling you even after you were done with your group project, then that girl at the cafe who literally forgot my order because she was too busy chatting with you” I was making my self more upset with each word that comes out of my mouth

“Are you done?” he asks

“What? That’s all you have to say to me?”

“No, but I don’t want to interrupt you so are you done?” 

I look at him straight in the eye, more like glared before walking past him

“Whatever, I’m going home”

I didn’t make it past three steps before I feel his hand in mine, then he was pulling me out the hallways, out into the parking lot and towards were his car was. He opened the door for me , gesturing for me to go in

“I don’t-” “Just get in, babe. We’ll talk” 

And suddenly I felt a chill down my spine, thousand things running in my mind. 

He walked to the driver’s side then pulled out of the parking lot, no words being spoken between us. 

It just dawned on me, there are a few possibilities on what’s about to happen. We either resolve this and make up or he finally gets fed up of my attitude and breaks up with me. 

The very thought of that scared me, I was upset, annoyed and a bit angry but I didn’t mean to blow up like that. Tears already welling up on the side of my eyes, I tried so hard to discreetly wipe it away

“I’m not breaking up with you, don’t cry” I hear him say, not taking his eyes off the road but instead his hand found its way to mine

We drove for awhile before we got to a little spot that overlooks the city. He was the first one to step out, leaning on the hood of his car while I compose myself and follow him. 

I stood next to him, looking at the view infront of us

“Was that why you went home the other day? when you asked why I was waiting for you?” I hear him ask me, I was playing with the sleeves of my sweater, trying to ease some of the worry I was feeling

“Yes”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because, it’s so stupid” I mumbled

“You got that right” he snickered making me look up at him

“Excuse me?!”

He looked at me with no expression his face, “Did you just say I’m stupid?” I asked

“Technically you said it, not me”

“Lee Dong Hyuck”

“What? Am I wrong?” this little brat, I thought

“You drove me here to tell me that I’m stupid” 

He crossed his arms across his chest, looking at me this time

“Again, I didn’t say you’re stupid, baby. You’re the one who said that”

“You’re unbelievable. Just drive me home then, you know what never mind I’m going to call a cab. 

“You’re not going anywhere, come back here” he said then pulled me to him before I could even take one step. This time I was standing in between his legs, his arms circled around my waist.

“I didn’t say you’re stupid. what I meant was it is stupid that you thought those girls were anything compared to you. It’s stupid that you think they would even come close. But I guess it’s my fault too, as your boyfriend you should never feel like someone can just take your place”

I can’t help but frown at his words, all I have been to him was a big bitch and here he was being the most understanding boyfriend ever. 

“I’m sorry you felt that way, I’m sorry if you felt like my attention was directed to those other girls, believe me it wasn’t”

“I’m sorry too” I mumbled

“Don’t cry, come here” he said then pulled me in for a hug, my arms around his shoulders and my head buried on the crook of his neck

“Is it a bad time to say that you look so cute when you’re mad at me?” I hear him mumble in my ear making me laugh a bit, pulling away a bit to look at him eye to eye. Since he’s leaning on the hood of the car we were just about the same height. 

I can’t help but just look at him, to just take this moment and admire this boy infront of me who I’m lucky enough to call mine. I trace the tiny moles on his face, a smile making it’s way on my face

“What are you smiling about?”

“I read somewhere that the places where you have your moles are where you were kissed the most” 

“Is that so? Can you look if I have on here?” he asked while he was puckering his lips at me

“No you don’t” I said before hugging him again because I just felt like giving him another hug

“Aw you’re no fun”

“You have some on your neck too” I mumbled

“Don’t tell me you’re getting jealous too, I swear I don’t know who kissed me too much there in my past life HEY! That hurt! Okay okay I’m going to stop”

He joked around, I pinched his side making him squirm away from me

“You’re the one who said it! Do you always think about kissing me? You probably do, I wouldn’t blame y- YAH THAT HURT!” he didn’t get to finish his sentence because this time I had his ear between my fingers

“You were saying?” I asked 

“Ooooh you were so thinking about kissing me” he teased me some more but I just rolled my eyes at him

Even when he teases me all the time, I know I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I’d rather have this than anything else because I know I have the most understanding, loving, funny and caring boyfriend.

And even now when he’s being a bit of a pain in the ass, I can’t help but love him a bit more. Maybe I’ll give him a few more kisses later.

[timextoxhajima]

Grounded: Level 4

Level 3 | Level 5

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine​​ @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs​​

[A P R I L 2 0 1 9]

The date was the 4th of April, 2019. It’s almost like Yeonjun knew, and that was exactly the reason why he had invited you to go watch TXT’s Inkigayo stage. 

They were used to it, being nominated for top two but never winning, even after two years. It sucks to watch them wait nervously for the results to come out, the thought ‘it won’t be us’ floating about in their heads despite those stage smiles and those strong fronts. 

You were finally pulled to your feet with your hands over your mouth when the results were finally broadcasted, and Jisung’s face gave it all away. Then, there was your ex-classmate, whose lips were hung agape, and Chan’s eyes that were filled, not with surprise but with the sheer amount of gratitude he had for the job he was finally doing after 7 years of training. 

You were here for TXT, but Yeonjun knew you were rooting for Stray Kids. 

A frown comes over your face when the desire to just break out into ugly sobs overwhelms your entire respiratory system. The camera pans, and all you see is Seungmin jumping with joy with his arms around Changbin and Minho.

The smile on his face was irreplaceable. The same way Earth’s moon could never be replaced. Not by Jupiter’s Moons, not by Saturn’s moons, nothing. It’s like the stars aligned based off their hard work and God finally said, you all deserve to reap the rewards of your efforts. 

The tears tumble over your lower lids when you see Chan cry, then Jisung cannot regain his composure, with Seungmin and Changbin following suit. But your eyes cannot leave Minho. 

He is happy. 

He is proud.

He is standing where he was born to be. 

Each scene plays out like life was running in split seconds, and you could absorb every moment of it, and yet before you know it, TXT comes back to their dressing room where you were waiting. 

It is written all across Yeonjun’s face that he’s just satisfied with himself that he didn’t invite you for nothing. But something surprising surges through you, and it motivates you to throw your arms around Yeonjun in a bid to express your gratitude.

“Whoa!” Your weight shoves him back a few steps, and his arms come around your shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Shaking your head, you can hear his racing heart beat from the adrenaline of being on stage. The other members are packing up, so you aren’t really bothered when your tears start to stain his shirt. “Just... thank you, for inviting me today.”

“Aw, come on. It’s nothing. I just had a gut feeling they’d win today, thought you would like to witness that for yourself.” 

The panic starts dripping into the warmth he’s providing you. It’s the same feeling you got when Minho had encouraged you to persist on for your performances. 

You pull away, eyes tilting upwards to meet his. 

It takes you exactly two seconds to realise that you’re more comfortable looking into his eyes than Minho’s, which is alarming. 

“But anyway,” He releases you, and the lack of physical contact sucks some disappointment out from you. “It’s time to go, unless you want to wait for Stray Kids.”

“I...” Minho has his career now. I can’t make him choose, right? It’s time to let go. It’s time to move on. It’s time to forget about him. “No, it’s fine. I can text Hyunjin later.”

“What?” There’s a gentle frown on his forehead; you already know what’s running through his head. “What about Lee-”

“I can ask Hyunjin to forward the congratulations to the whole group, it’ll be fine.”

It’s not fine. Because I know how much Hyunjin is going to hate it. 

Back in the comfort of your bed (though you would very much prefer the one you have at home), you scroll through your chats, searching for Hyunjin, and unironically noticing that your chat with Minho was almost non-existent anymore. 

You stare at the screen for so long, it blacks out, now feeding you with your own dark reflection. The light from the corridor that’s the only thing illuminating your room was a speck white in your irises, even in the reflection. 

Shutting your eyes, you let the content of the texts sink in - who was Hyunjin kidding? Who were you kidding?

Had there anything between Minho and I, it would’ve happened, right?

Now that he’s an idol, there’s nothing that could happen between the two of you. 

What’s JYP going to do if one of his newly debuted idols get into-

No. 

It’s not going to happen. Because Minho doesn’t have feelings for me the same way I had feelings for him.

I don’t need Minho anymore.

You put your phone on airplane mode and await the next day. Training, training, and more training. 

It’s not like he ever needed me anyway, right?

[J U L Y 2 0 1 9]

What the fuck am I even looking at?

Just what the fu-

What the fucking-

“y/n,” Soobin wraps his fingers around his phone despite it still being in your hold. “Can I- Can I have my phone back- Please-”

Just who does he think he is? Prancing around in that stupid white top to some deep jazz music-

He finally snatches his phone away from you, and you’re left with the rigidity of your knuckles folded and crumpled like you were still holding it. 

[Stray Kids : SKZ-PLAYER] Lee Know "DAWN(새벽)"

“What, cat got your tongue?” Beomgyu snickers, just missing a harsh swipe of your hand from you. 

“Cut it out,” Yeonjun comes from behind and shoves his head forward playfully into a head lock, ruffling his hair. The sight of both Yeonjun and Minho stirs the lazy, but very difficult-to-put-to-sleep creature in your heart. Though one of them was just dancing in a space in a video on the screen, it feels like both are yearning for your attention. 

Of course, you’d never admit it to anybody. Not even yourself. 

“No, I’m just... Surprised.”

Taehyun’s in a game with Kai, but he still manages that sneaky look at you above his phone. “Surprised that he’s got individual content or surprised that you still get affected by what he does?”

Kai sucks his lips between his teeth, the attempt to hide his cheeky grin futile. Soobin watches you roll your eyes and shake your head to yourself, empathising with you. 

“I’ve got an idea-” 

“I don’t think I want to hear it, Gyu-” Aggressively shaking your head, you throw him the meanest glare you can conjure from your eyeballs. 

“How about you go to JYP and surprise him? Congratulate him on his individual content?”

It piques the members’ interest. Now, even Yeonjun was giving you those eyes that said “hey, that’s not such a bad i--”

“No,” The leather sofa creaks a little when you push yourself off it, removing yourself from the dressing room where they were having rehearsals for KCON 2019. 

“Aw, come on,” Yeonjun’s groan sounds like a puppy begging to go on a walk. Ironic that it’s coming from an older boy that much taller than you, that much more respectable than you. “It’ll be fun. They’re going for KCON in LA in August and I’ll be back by then. We can bring them a basket of fruit or something.”

“I might just go with ‘or something’-”

“Let me rephrase that,” Yeonjun points to you with that mischief in his eyes, coming between you and the door of the dressing room. “We can bring them a basket of fruit, you can have a chat with Lee Know, wish them good luck on their trip to LA and we’ll be on our way. All you gotta do is order that basket and by the time we come back from KCON New York, we’ll be good to go.”

You squint at Yeonjun, slightly suspicious of how hard he’s selling you the idea, until you remember that he’s got a heart of gold, the kind that’s making you feel confused and at an absolute loss of words. 

“I’ll go with you,” He leans forward a little, hands on your shoulders and slightly shaking your frame. “I’ll ask Changbin for this favour, tell him we’ll be dropping by and keep it a surprise for Lee Know, how does that sound?”

No. I don’t want to be in the same room as you and Minho, God damn it.

Your lungs deflate and your shoulders slump, gaze avoiding his for a split second before they resign and turn back to him. 

“Yes!” Yeonjun clenches his fist and holds them before his chest, his head thrown back in triumph. “You’ve all seen it!” Suddenly acting like he was in a play, he wraps an arm around you and gestures out into the air, not engaging any of his members who were all occupied with their own phones. “On the road to redeeming your friendship with Lee Know!”

Finally releasing you, he runs his hand through his hair and struts across the room. The words reach you, despite him walking away and they still somehow sink into your bones, but you can no longer contain the whirlpool of emotions swirling around like a tornado in your gut. 

“Man, y’know how frustrating it is to watch that conversation between you and Lee Know go down? Time to set this right...”

And his voice fades out slowly, only because you can’t help but compare the likes of Minho and Yeonjun. Both boys have your heart, but one doesn’t need you, and the other’s trying to push you to the latter. 

What a fucking mess. 

After TXT leaves for the stage again, you are left to return to BigHit to continue training - you scored an A for dancing the last evaluation round, but a B for rapping and a C for vocals. 

Not a great start.

The trainee manager comes to pick you up, updates you on the progress your fellow trainees have made, but none of it gets into your head. 

Your phone’s just given you a reminder of your private Instagram’s memories, and all you can process are Minho’s face appearing over and over and over again back when you were both back-up dancers for BTS. 

First, the only thing that’s running through your mind was how precious memories are. Grains of sand that fly away in the wind or get washed away by the ocean when it comes by the shore - always existing but never always around. His little bunny teeth that shone under the light of the back-up dancer’s dressing room, and his habit of sticking a napkin to his forehead so his facial oil wouldn’t glisten with the sweat. He’s taking his time to munch on his burrito while scrolling through his Instagram, completely unaware of your mindless zooming in on his face - it’s something his members like to do now too. 

When you see a picture of yourself on his back on the last day of being BTS’ backup dancer though, that’s when the tears start to gradually covet the surface of your eyeballs. The pinches in your chest present themselves as deeper breaths when you try to control and maintain your composure. The trainees’ manager probably going to look at you weird when he sees you crying at your phone silently. 

But how can you not, when all the memories with Minho seems so far away, they feel unreal? They feel like dreams you had that were forgotten over time; they feel like cotton candy when they melt in your mouth. Sweet, then nothing. 

Maybe he’s just another chapter in your life that’s ended. He was just here to show you what you could do, and not stick around to watch you succeed at it. 

Maybe this was it. 

[A U G U S T 2 0 1 9]

“Is that the one and only Choi Yeonjun standing in JYP territory?!” Changbin’s loud voice echoes down the hallway before your sunbae can complete his request to the lady at the lobby of the building. 

“Having fun training for KCON?” Yeonjun pulls back from the counter, previously leaning on it.

“They’re with me, thanks,” Changbin leans over one of the barricades and informs the lady, who presses a button and the barricades whir open. “Tell me about it. It’s been such a busy year. How have you been? You just came back from...”

“New York.”

“Right, right. Ours is in LA so,” Changbin trails off as he presses the lift button before turning to you. “You are... Hyunjin’s classmate, right?”

“The one and only,” You extend your palm to Changbin, who takes it with some slight surprise. 

“Do your members know we’re here?” Yeonjun’s innocent question was short of being interrupted by the lift arriving. 

“Nah, you wanted it to be a surprise right?” Changbin grins at the both of you through the reflection of the lift doors. The plastic wrap of the gift basket in your hands crinkle under the pressure of your grip. 

“Man, isn’t this fun? You get to show up, unannounced, give everybody something and then make up with Lee Know!”

“Lee Know?” The name draws a frown upon Changbin’s face. He looks lost for some moments before you can imagine the lightbulb that brightens above his head. “Ah- You’re that trainee that got casted by BigHit who was in the back-up dancer’s dance crew for BTS.”

A weak smile helps you ease his guess.

“Right, right, right, right,” He nods, eyes slowly gravitating to the ground, then the words are so low, you don’t think you were supposed to hear it. “Ah... so you’re her.”

The lift doors open to a floor where you can hear the booming - though muffled - music from inside a studio, and you can hear the makings of a group of boys trapped in four walls. Changbin had barely gotten the door open when you hear Jisung yelling at someone for pinching Jeongin’s cheeks. 

“Oh!” The maknae was the first to see you coming through the door behind Changbin, and before Yeonjun. “Noona-”

“Surprise!” Yeonjun yells from behind you, raising both his arms into the air. “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything important. Changbin said today was just a more chill training day for you guys.”

Chan is the first one to greet Yeonjun. “No worries, we were just having a break.”

“This is y/n, in case you didn’t already know her. We brought something for you,” Yeonjun nods to the gift basket you almost forgot you were holding. 

“Oh! Yes, right. This- This is for you to share,” Awkwardly handing the leader the gift basket, Felix and Seungmin come by to help with the gift, thanking both you and Yeonjun at the same time. 

“You didn’t have to,” Chan watches his younger members scramble to the pot of gold. “I’m surprised you even have time to come here.”

Yeonjun grins and rubs the back of his neck with some slight exasperation. “No, we had time. It’s fine. Also, do you happen to know where-”

“Yah! I leave for 10 minutes and you guys just sto-” 

The entire’s room attention is drawn towards the second door on the far left of the studio, and Minho enters with some bottles of water with Hyunjin trailing behind him. There is a heavy, awkward silence in the air when everybody watches you lock eye contact with Minho, whose feet are slowly but surely inching forward to the crowd. 

“Hyung!” Changbin is the first to break the tension, dashing over and throwing an arm around him. “y/n and Yeonjun just dropped by to hand us a gift basket to wish us luck on our LA KCON trip.”

“You,” Hyunjin leaves the bottles of water on the floor and heads for you, pulling you into a head lock and ruffling your hair. “When were you planning on visiting?” He whispers into your head, only loud enough for you to hear. 

“I didn’t know I was expected, dipshit,” You struggle a little before you feel his grip around your neck loosen, standing straight up again to comb down your hair. 

Hyunjin crosses his arms across his chest and glances at Changbin introducing Yeonjun to Minho whilst Chan was busy handling the younger members. 

“Well, for one thing, I know nobody was expecting Yeonjun. I can’t say the same for you.”

Your hair slaps your face when you whip your head to look at Hyunjin, whose attention is now smugly stuck on Minho. 

The man did not look happy for some reason. 

[uwua3]

Your writing is amazing! Like honestly! ✨ Can I request some yuki dating headcanons like with an s/o. If not I understand have a great day! 😊

thank you so much ♡ can i just say i love your support and enthusiasm for my writing 🥺 i always see you liking/replying to my posts and i am In Love With You i swear *thousands of hearts* thank you for everything~ but yes, of course! one super soft yuki hc coming up right away!!!

summary: yuki was yours and only yours, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew

author’s note: this was so sweet, it gave me multiple cavities! i’m sorry if it’s awkward, i’m not too experienced in the art of ~ love ~ even though i’m such a hopeless romantic! hope this was cute enough :D

i hope everyone knows relationships don’t make you whole, you are your own person. your s/o can help you improve to be the best version possible, but you are just as unique and interesting as an individual, never forget that ♡

word count: 1,803

music: Q&A – seventeen ft. ailee, hold your hand – lee hi

couple outfits.

🌻👘 rurikawa yuki

yuki didn’t just date anybody, let’s make that clear. in fact, yuki never dated anyone before you!

yuki liked you, so, so much. before he said anything, it physically hurt him to be so distracted by your presence when he had so many responsibilities

(it also hurt tenma when backstage, yuki forgot what he was doing and didn’t look where the needle was going when he became too entranced)

(“you idiot! stop staring at them for one second!” tenma yelped, not seeing yuki’s embarrassed blush before the two got caught in a petty argument once again. obviously, you had to play peacemaker)

but yuki was scared every time you looked at him and saw your stupid smile. you seemed so happy around him, and yuki could tell the signs before you even knew

you had to like him romantically, your hugs lingered and personality was made of sugar only around him

you were so obvious, you liked him and he was scared of messing everything up. it was so rare to find a good friend like you, was it worth it to risk everything?

before he even knew it, yuki was preparing a rejection because no person could come between him and his work (at least, that’s what he tried to reason it with)

but every time you looked at yuki, with all the affection in the world, he didn’t have the heart to say it

maybe, yuki didn’t want to say something he didn’t believe in

so the best solution was if he avoided the topic, you guys would be friends forever and nothing would have to go wrong

so when he confessed out of no where, yuki slapped his hands over his own mouth because he was such an idiot (for once)

you two were buying fabrics for the next mankai production, yuki happily browsing the store with the increased budget

yuki practically pulled you to the secluded corner, convincing you the store’s hidden gems were always in the piles of boxes about to be donated

when you found a discarded silk scarf hidden amongst the mixture, you looped it around your own neck and pretended like you were ali–baba, reciting the lines from water me! to get his attention

(you helped yuki practice his lines in the script so you were practically an understudy)

yuki already started ignoring your ridiculous tactics, about to tell you to shut up and help him find the perfect material when he turned around—you had it!

yuki rushed forward, unintentionally pulling you in close as he inspected the fabric’s qualities, not realizing how you were invading his personal space

“how did you even find this, you must be my...” yuki stumbled on his words, looking up to see you staring at him with such unmasked fondness, it made him become flustered

“your what?” you questioned, playfully smiling as you leaned forward, causing yuki to automatically pull back

(silly yuki! he forget he still had a death grip on the scarf as you followed him forward, holding out your arm on the wall nearby to prevent you two from falling)

yuki flinched, expecting the impact of the ground but opened his eyes to see you were leaning over him and was trapped between your arms

a beat of silence passed. yuki was about to let go before you moved in closer, innocently tilting your head as you had a cat–like cheshire grin

“tell me i’m yours, yuki~” you giggled, watching the way his face immediately turned red. any other person, he’d push off without a doubt. but he liked that you teased him so much, that you were so affectionate and open to him

yuki wish he didn’t like you so much

he knew you were joking, but,

yuki really did like you so much

“you’re mine. i want you to be mine.” yuki admitted, his expression forming one of shock as if he couldn’t believe what he said. how could he just confess that?! yuki shut his mouth, still against the wall as you blinked once. twice.

it didn’t take long before you fell back from laughter, bruising yuki’s ego as he crossed his arms and looked away, embarrassed

this is what he got for trying to be spontaneous and “in the moment”. yuki didn’t know what to expect, was he ready for this?

wait... what if he’s been reading all the signs wrong? oh my god, what if you didn’t even see him that way?!

“aish... don’t laugh... you’re so—” yuki felt the scarf get yanked around his wrist like a lasso and before he could react, it was you who pulled him in close this time

his hands landed on your shoulders, trying to balance himself but you kept him steady, putting your arms around his waist as you grinned like a little kid

“i like you, too.” you confessed, overwhelmed with happiness as yuki felt the same

yuki smiled and closed the distance, feeling like you two were in your own world

the fabric store was forever his favorite now, because it was the place he 1. found the perfect silk material for a costume (every time), 2. kissed you for the first time, and 3. had his first relationship start

from that point forward, you two entered a relationship full of mutual respect, care, and even love later on

(yuki said it first, surprisingly enough. but this time, it was on purpose)

yuki fantasized about being the dream couples he saw online in his pinterest board, reblogging couples outfits and creating a private folder he gazed at every once in a while

when you discovered this, you intentionally showed up wearing the same color scheme as yuki and the rest was history

once yuki saw you were just as excited and giddy to appear as a couple, yuki put his sewing skills to work as he made custom pieces he knew you’d love

you name it, you probably got it: matching berets with your signature color, pretty hair ribbons and bows, and for anniversaries/special events, yuki would work day and night to craft the outfit of your dreams

yuki loved expressing his affection through gifts because it was personally difficult to say he liked you without sounding like his default sarcastic state

every day was valentine’s day, by the way

so showing up with a huge, perfectly wrapped box or bag with colorful tissue paper that always correlated with the gift wasn’t out of the norm, yuki loved spoiling you~ (lucky you!)

if yuki saw something in the window on his way home that reminded him of you, he bought it without a second thought and watched your eyes lit up (so worth his empty wallet)

if yuki found a teddy bear that was the embodiment of all things soft and lovely, it was already at your door step with a handwritten letter he would never admit to writing

everything that made him happy started reminding yuki of you (you had to directly tell him to stop to prevent him from going broke)

any time yuki went out shopping, he took you because he liked seeing what your interests and dislikes were

yuki was very thoughtful and considerate, always paying attention to how you reacted to certain things outside of the fashion world as well

but you also watched him closely as well, and it allowed yuki to reveal his more vulnerable, insecure side when he found out you didn’t judge him and even, understood him

you also practiced doing couple’s PDA with him when you noticed how scared he got

you would initiate hand–holding, hugging, and doing small things like bending down to tie his shoes or any ribbon he had on his outfit; just casual contact to get him used to gentle touches that were more than just friendly now

it took a while, but yuki started returning the favor by fixing the accessories in your hair and even wore this tacky tenma bracelet you bought for him as a gag gift

(he hated it and the way tenma looked like some egotistical maniac, but it made you laugh every time. it was worth it) (maybe tenma’s dumb face was good for something)

it was also nice to hear genuine, real compliments everyday. you make it your goal to remind yuki of the small details you loved on his outfit, or how soft his hair was, and the way he presented himself just to show your attention was all his when you two were together

yuki would grow to trust you with his whole heart, feeling his own heart become candy because you were just so sweet

you stole his heart and never gave it back, and it was lovely to know you were taking great care of it and truly treasured him for him

between the two of you, you taught yuki how to trust and rely on other people despite his independent complex as he often put on a strong front

yuki would go to you first if he had a problem, which was hard at first but he got into the habit because he wanted to show you he cared

yuki would text you frequently asking about your day (newsflash, he actually does want to know) and would send you updates of any piece he was working on

you understood yuki prioritized his seamstress career and always proudly spammed his social media posts with heart emojis and adoring compliments

(he always had to hide and cover his face with his hands because he was so grateful you were so proud) (he never told you that, though)

even though he’d instantly get flustered and tried to deny them, you helped him believe them more and more everyday until he could confidently take anything on in the world

(“if my partner thinks it’s cute, i’m cute!” yuki loudly said to the mirror, hearing your laugh the next room over. oops)

you guys didn’t have to talk every single day, though, don’t get me wrong. you two always wanted the best for each other and defined healthy boundaries to allow both of you to flourish and prosper!

yuki, at first, always apologized for spending time on certain projects but you never accepted them, instead encouraging him even more and praising his work ethic

yuki still sent you links throughout the day of things to try and cute outfits he’d love to see you in

it was so thoughtful that throughout the day, you were always on his mind even if he was busy

but no matter what, you two always supported one another through your endeavors and did everything 100% with each other’s best interests at heart

you really liked yuki, and he liked you back just as much, maybe even a little more

(okay, definitely a lot more)

[the-witty-pen-name]

Deadbeat Pt. 7

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, insecurity, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official, fake relationship, jealousy

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N:

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Lee never stopped telling you how much he loved you. At first, you had thought it was a spur of the moment exclamation but you were mistaken. When you realized he meant it, you reciprocated telling him you loved him too, making him the happiest man in the world. It all happened so fast, and your relationship was evolving quickly.

Maybe living together played a factor in how quickly the relationship progressed. It’s hard to just be dating someone you already live with and can’t take out on proper dates. It made everything else happen faster. He wished he could spoil you and take you to restaurants and walk into a room with you on his arm, but he couldn’t yet.

But from that moment on, he never stopped telling you. He said the phrase probably every moment he could manage. Every time he called from his office; he wouldn’t hang up without muttering the phrase. He’d tell you that he loved you before he left the house, or he’d just announce it unprompted when you both were home together, like it was some epiphany or declaration. He’d love to whisper it to you, especially at night with you pulled tightly to his chest.

He made sure he’d tell you in nonverbal ways as well, always letting you know he was thinking about you. Somehow, you’d end up with flowers on your desk at work at least once a week as well, never with a card. He’d cook, and on his days off, he’d spend them with you or he would surprise you by fixing things on the house. Never in a million years had you ever expected Lee Bodecker to be such a romantic, and when you’d joke about it, he’d say,

“You give me a reason to be, doll.”

It was thrilling, having someone to love and to have those feelings reciprocated. The ability to just be able to give and receive love was something he was never able to manage, perhaps it was just never the right person, or perhaps he had always been too selfish.

Now for the first time in a very long time, he wasn’t thinking about himself.

You gave him purpose and something worth fighting for.

“When this whole thing is over and we’re out of this town, I’m gonna marry you,” he said rubbing your arm as you lay in bed cuddled up to his side. You lay your arm across his tummy and rest your head on his chest. You hum in agreement, resting your eyes, both of you waking up earlier than you needed and you were enjoying the peaceful moment of the morning together.

“I hate seeing you with that Russel kid,” he’ll mutter, possessively pulling you closer, you could feel the vulnerability in his voice.

The past weeks have been really hard on Lee. It bothered him more and more each day, knowing Arvin was the one who got to drive you home from work and just being out and about with you. He knew you were his, and he never didn’t trust you. But you were so blind to the boy’s obvious feelings for you. It was something that would eat at him at night.

He couldn’t even blame you, if Arvin was able to sweep you away from him. Arvin was a good kid- took care of his family, worked a decent job, went to Church, and he was your age. He was much better looking in the traditional sense than Lee as well. Plus, you had a history. The boy was your first love and no one forgets their first love.

He knew you didn’t look at Arvin the same way Arvin looked at you, but he was always worried that a shift could come. If that damned reporter wouldn’t leave town and the more time you spent with Arvin, the more you’d see how much you’d actually want to be with him instead. You always told Lee he was the one you wanted and he believed you, but he worried that you would change your mind. He was so insecure, and he felt guilt, and he knew that he didn’t deserve to be happy, that he didn’t deserve your affection.

Sometimes he couldn’t let himself relax. Scenarios of all the different reasons you could leave him for polluted his mind and he hated how it took him out of being in the moments he just wanted to enjoy. He’d see you in his mind, happy with Arvin, marrying him instead and creating all those experiences with Arvin instead of him.

“He’s just my friend,” you reiterate, probably now for the millionth time. You were patient, and it never seemed to bother you, that the two of you ending up having this same conversation over and over. He needed the constant reassurance, and he hated the fact that he did.

“I want you, Lee,” you’ll mumble affectionately, trying to shower him with compliments and praise, to lift him up when he got down like this. “I don’t want any other man,” you’d affirm.

“This town is poison,” Lee mutters, looking out the window, the blinds pulled back as the sun is steadily rising. “Everything feels like it’s tainted,” he observes.

“Except us,” you correct him. He nods, but he knows his statement especially applies to him.

“Except you,” he sighs, his fingertips tracing circles on your bare shoulder.

“You don’t think you’ve ruined me, Sheriff?” you tease, making him smile, gradually pulling him out of his state. You’d lean up and kiss him, and the sensation would help his thoughts fade away for a few minutes. The feeling of your lips and soft skin against his own just putting his mind at ease, using his other senses to just keep his mind at bay.

He’s not sure if you realize how much he means it when he talks about escaping away from the town and marrying you. He thought about it all the time and it was what he was working toward. He knew even if he managed to go straight, if when Curtis left town, if the case around your mom was resolved, the town would still eat you up. The image of you both would be sullied. Reputation was crucial for survival in a town like this. You’d already been subjected to it before your relationship started.

He knew the solution was simple. He needed to take you away from Ross County, move to a new town where no one knew you both. It would just be a Sheriff and his new bride looking for a place to settle down. No rumors, or peeping eyes, or reporters, or exes, no corruption- just the two of you. Get a house, maybe start a family if you wanted that too.

He hoped you did. He’d be content either way, but he wanted a big family. His growing up was much less than ideal and it was just him and his sister. He loved the idea of a bigger family. He loved the image of having a house that was loud in a different way than what he grew up in. He often worried if he’d be a good father, but he never once doubted how excellent of a mother you would be if you wanted.

The only thing he wanted in his future was you, and everything else would be a blissful bonus of things he also doesn’t deserve. But to him you deserved the world and he simultaneously wanted to give you everything but then at the same time he felt like he would hold you back. You were young and had so many good years ahead of you. He couldn’t imagine you’d want to waste the rest of your life or even the rest of your twenties with him.  

You could get a job doing anything you wanted and he could run for Sheriff in the new town maybe, or he could do something else. It didn’t matter to him anymore really. The time he’s been with you has really helped him see what is actually important. It was the only thing he wanted. He wanted to be able to give you that because he knew that you deserved it and more than he’d ever be able to give you.

Laying in bed with you on this lazy morning, reminded him of the last time he was there when you were still bartending. It was the first time that pesky day dream of his started. It was something a lot bigger now than it was then. He loved you, and he was relieved he could say it to you now, and he wanted to settle down. This backwards way the two of you got together was a mess but it was yours. He wouldn’t trade it for anything, but he knew he needed to make things right.

He had been so blind, for so long, and he finally started to feel like he could be someone he actually wanted to be.

All he needed was time and he could set it all straight.

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Arrest of Pimp in Knockemstiff, Ohio Reveals Corruption of Town Sheriff

By: Henry Curtis

Sheriff of Ross County, Lee Bodecker, has been allegedly involved in the coverup of a local brothel, run by Leroy Brown. Brown and several of his associates were arrested on Wednesday night by local police for drug possession and possession of illegal firearms. As the group resisted arrest, there was a shoot out at a small bar in Meade, which was revealed to serve as a front for their operation. Seven men, including Brown, were arrested Wednesday night for questioning by the local police.

While giving his statement, Brown confessed to the charges and in hopes of a lesser sentence, cooperated with police and provided names of all involved in the underground prostitution ring. He provided the police with twelve names, including that of the local Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sister Sandy Henderson, who has since also been apprehended by the local authorities.

Sandy Henderson was apprehended on Thursday morning, and made bail for $500 that Saturday. Henderson and her husband, both denied an opportunity to provide a statement. The pair only stated they will be promptly returning home and want to put this behind them.

Although there has been no release of his official statement as of yet regarding this alleged involvement, Bodecker was taken into custody the next morning, apprehended by his deputies from his home. Deputy Bill Thomas has since announced that the Sheriff will be subject to a trial in the near future, and for now faces an indefinite suspension from his post until his innocence has been proven. Deputy Thomas has also said that regardless of the outcome of the trial, Bodecker will be unable to run for reelection next term.

With this new development, it is also worth noting that the Sheriff is a tenant of (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the daughter of Estelle (Y/L/N)-Tucker who is currently wanted by law enforcement for embezzling thousands from her husband Harvey Tucker’s company, Tucker Brokerage, and then fleeing with her sixteen-year-old son. When police arrived at her home Thursday morning to apprehend the Sheriff, deputies on scene took an official statement from (Y/L/N), where she denied knowledge of the Sheriff’s involvement in any of the alleged criminal activities nor any knowledge regarding her mother or brother’s whereabouts.

Woman Wanted for Embezzling Funds from Tucker Brokerage Arrested in Indiana

By: Henry Curtis

Former resident of Knockemstiff, Ohio, Estelle (Y/L/N)-Tucker was arrested in South Bend, Indiana yesterday morning before dawn. Being able to identify her as a wanted person, Este and Harold Turner, owners of the Sunnyside Motel where (Y/L/N)-Tucker had been staying for about three days prior to the arrest, notified the local authorities she was staying in one of their rooms. She also was accompanied by her sixteen-year-old son.

The boy’s older sister has now become the boy’s sole guardian and he has since returned to his hometown. According to the police, the boy was completely cooperative and they believe he had no knowledge of his mother’s crimes. In a statement given the night of the arrest, the boy told police he believed they were running from his step-father, as his mother insinuated, she had been a victim of domestic abuse. There is no evidence yet as to whether her statement is true, but there will be an investigation of husband, Harvey Tucker, to discover if this claim is true.

Both children of Estelle (Y/L/N)-Tucker have not agreed to speak about their mother or the situation to anyone except police. Daughter, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), said when she arrived in Indiana to pick up her brother, seemed to only care about getting her brother home safely. Locals report she never asked to see her mother, and only focused on her brother.

As of now, (Y/L/N)-Tucker will remain in the custody of the South Bend Police until they are ready to transport her to Columbus, Ohio where she will face jail time and then eventually a trial.

Corruption in Knockemstiff High School Staff, Principal Arrested for Illegal Distilling- Sheriff Involved in Cover Up

By: Henry Curtis

Principal of local high school, Mark Cunningham, was arrested today after local police discover an illegal distillery on his residence. Police had retrieved a warrant to search Cunningham’s land after receiving an anonymous tip from a source close to the Principal.

Following his arrest, Cunningham admitted to the felony, but also claimed Ross County’s previous Sherriff, Lee Bodecker, had prior knowledge of the still, and in exchange for his silence, he demanded Cunningham offer a secretarial job at the high school to his landlord, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), who is the daughter of Estelle (Y/L/N)-Tucker, who recently was tried for embezzlement.

The vice-principal of the high school, Meredith Lively, has stepped forth as interim principal until the position can be filled, and ensured the press (Y/L/N) had been fired effective immediately, despite her claims of being unaware any such deal had conspired. Police have found no evidence to contradict (Y/L/N)’s statement, and in an official statement taken from Bodecker, he confirmed that it was part of the deal she not be made aware of the circumstances.

New Sheriff Elected to Ross County

By: Henry Curtis

Former Deputy Bill Thomas has been elected Sheriff of Ross County. Following the trial of former Sheriff Lee Bodecker, who had been found guilty of all charges, Bodecker was barred from office, and given a five-year sentence.

Deputy Thomas in an acceptance speech during a recent town hall meeting, ensured residents of Knockemstiff that “one bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch” and the Sheriff’s department under new control will keep the town safe, and clean of crime and corruption. When asked by reporters how he felt about Bodecker, Thomas only described his situation as “unfortunate.”

There has been no other evidence of corruption within Ross County Sheriff’s Department although the investigation is still ongoing. When asked during his trial if he received any corroboration from any other law officials, Bodecker stated he never involved other members of the force with his wrongdoings.

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PART EIGHT

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Push and Pull (Part 5)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing, gunshot wound and stitches

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A lot of people might think Daphne was cold or heartless. Sure, she had a bad attitude and it was hard for her to form meaningful relationships, but it didn't mean she was a complete bitch. Which is why she felt bad as she looked at the photos of Mr Lee's son, Keiran, and young wife making out. She'd be seeing him later in the week and have to break the news to him. She was planning on breaking into the Keiran's apartment and snooping once he was at work in the day. She still had that gnawing feeling something was off with the adulterous couple. 

She'd never had a real relationship herself. She never let herself get too attached. She wasn't sure why, she'd just always been that way. Even as a kid with her older brother and sister, she was the snarky sarcastic one. Her love to push people's buttons left her with little to no real friends and guys didn't like a girl that talked back. She didn't mind. It meant she didn't get hurt. She'd just have sex when the opportunity arose and then wash her hands of it. But she'd be a liar if she didn't sometimes wonder what it would be like. To have that someone who cared. Who treasured her and made her feel special. But then she'd think about how most of her PI work was looking into cheating spouses and how most of the time they had been right. Was true love even real? 

She sighed, kicking her boots up onto her table. It was scuffed enough so she didn't care too much. Her boots were paired with a long black summer dress with a slit to her thigh and some thick tights, a black wool cardigan on top. Goth chic her sister Lisa would call it. It made her snort. Her hair was slightly wavy from the shower she’d taken earlier and it had dried naturally. Standing up, she grabbed her backpack and camera  and decided to head out to Keiran's apartment. Only this time she was really hoping not to find something. 

On her way there, she thought about the guns. It had been a couple of days since the disastrous outing with the Devil himself and the morning after she’d given her evidence to Brett. He was worried, so was she. But it was out of her hands now. And thankfully she hadn't been contacted by Mr Moody to accompany him again. Pulling her phone from her cardigan pocket, she was satisfied Keiran would be out of the house and at work. As she stepped up to the shitty broken intercom at the front, she heaved a sigh. She hoped someone would let her in. Glancing at the names, she just settled on any of them. There was a dull beep as she pressed the button for 'Mr Meyers'.

"Hello?" The sound of an old man sounded. 

"Hi there, would you be able to buzz me in please?" She asked politely. She bit her lip  holding her breath as she prepared to think of an excuse for him.

"Annie, is that you?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Mhm," she lied, rolling her eyes and getting impatient. 

"You forgot your key again, dear? I keep telling you to make another," he chuckled through the intercom.

"I know. I'm just forgetful I guess," she snorted. The shrill buzz almost startled her, that had been so easy. Thank God for Mr Meyers. She slipped inside and jogged up the stairs to the third floor. Her steps were light as she tried to listen for any noises. She didn't need anyone suddenly appearing and wondering why a weird girl was on their floor. She idly wished she had Matt's super hearing. It sounded quiet though and she got to the door she was after. 

A few quick moments with her lock pick set and it was open. Her search was quick and efficient. Always making sure to put things exactly where they should be. She felt like she'd searched everywhere and hadn't found anything. She knew she should have felt relieved but she couldn't shake that nagging feeling in the back of her head. She stood for a moment, closing her eyes as she tried to think where something would be. When she opened her eyes again, they glanced around until they settled on a piece of modern art of the wall. She wasn't a fan of the modern stuff. It looked like a toddler just threw paint on a canvas. Her art preference was the more detailed skilled work. She padded over, lifting it from the wall. Sure enough, behind the canvas was a safe. 

"Bingo," she muttered.

It took longer than she liked to crack it, but she did in the end. She wasn't happy with what she found. Along with a handgun that had the serial number scratched out, she found copies of Mr Lee's life insurance. It was for $2 million and it would be split between Keiran and Mr Lee's wife. She started to see just why this guy was getting in her pants. Were they planning something together? Or did she have no idea she was being pulled into this? She snapped some pictures quickly before putting everything back where it should be. Before long she was on her way home again with a bad feeling. It wasn't concrete evidence of any plans but she'd learnt a long while ago to trust her gut. Maybe she should move her meeting with Mr Lee up and speak to him.

Her train of thought was interrupted when her phone started ringing. It was Brett.

"Hey, got news?" She asked, walking down the street and weaving through the people. 

"Bad news. Last night a whole bunch of people were gunned down. Some biker club. Ammo matches some of the heavy guns you got on film," he stated grimly. She stopped walking and the person behind her who almost collided with her scoffed as they moved past.

"Well that's not good. I guess they weren't for selling then? Why would the Italians have beef with those guys?" She asked warily. As bad as it would be, she'd been hoping that the guns were just being sold. But this was war and she had a feeling the bikers wouldn't be the only ones facing the wrath. 

"Not sure yet. We're trying to piece it together. Whatever it is, it seems like the Italians are trying to take over some turfs. I'll keep you updated," he sighed. After they bid their goodbyes, she trudged up her stairs trying to figure it out. 

Sitting on her sofa, she wondered just how bad this war the Italians were waging would be. She'd never set out to investigate organised crime. She stuck with her small time thing for years and she was fine with it. But a few years ago Brett reached out when he was hitting dead ends. He'd heard about her skills and he shouldn't have asked her for help but he did. Now she did bits and bobs for him every now and again, especially with her interest in the Italian case. He was a detective now and even though it was still off the books, everyone knew she helped them out. She only dealt with him though. She didn't trust most of the other cops after the whole thing with Fisk. She'd kept out of that shit show as much as she could after one of the crazy Russians caught her and she got a lovely stab wound in the thigh. Then there was the whole mess with The Punisher. All of it had changed the gangs of Hell's Kitchen. Some of them wiped out, others coming back and others even stronger than ever. She hated that sometimes she wondered if she'd grew a pair and didn't shy away from it after being stabbed, if she'd have saved some of the lives lost in the chaos left behind from Fisk and Castle. Maybe that's why she couldn't say no when Brett had asked her to start looking into the Italians. 

Either way, here she was. In the middle of a war that was just beginning. And her curiosity wouldn't let her back out now. She wanted to know what was going on just as much as the cops. There wasn't much she could do now anyway. She'd let Brett call her when he had some news and a lead to go on before she threw herself in the line of fire again. 

She found herself preoccupied the rest of the day with thoughts on the Italians. She switched between trying to distract herself watching Netflix on her laptop and then looking at articles about the biker massacre. Her phone had been resting on the coffee table. She doubted Brett would be calling her today with news but she waited anyway. She wasn't sure just when she got so invested in trying to help with this. She just wanted something, a lead from the evidence at the crime scene or to do with HCL with the money laundering. Anything that would give her a direction to go to dig deeper. 

Trying to block the Italians from taking over her restless mind, she snuggled on her couch with a thick blanket in her pyjamas as she watched Breaking Bad on Netflix. She loved the show and she’d watched it multiple times. She kept dozing in and out of sleep as night drew on. She wasn't sure what time it was when she heard a banging in the open plan apartment. She shot up, glaring at the door as her heart hammered in her chest. A quick glance to the large clock on the wall told her it was 3am now. The banging came again but she realised it wasn't from the door. Looking to the large window, she was startled by Matt in his suit, leaning against it from the outside. Her annoyance glared at him for dropping in at this time. Dropping in at all, honestly. She told him to stay the fuck away and here he was at 3am and waking her up. She found it hard enough to get a decent sleep on the best of days. 

Throwing the blanket off her, she stood up and stomped over to the window. She wasn't even paying attention to him really.

"What part of stay the fuck away don’t you get?" She snapped impatiently. He didn't say anything through the glass but then she noticed how his hand was clamped over his chest, how his chest was heaving. Something was wrong. She opened the window to see him better and the moonlight glinted off his suit that seemed wet. Oh. Blood.

"Jesus, you're bleeding?" She asked, her voice getting a little higher. It was a lot of blood. 

"Are you going to let me in or not?" He bit out, wincing as he did. She had half a mind to close her window and let him bleed out on her fire escape. But as annoying as he was, she knew she couldn't. She stepped aside and he carefully climbed inside. She took note of how slow he was moving and she wondered how much blood he'd already lost. He stumbled once inside and she quickly wrapped an arm around his uninjured side, making him groan in pain. With a tut, she led him to her couch and helped him sit down.

"Why are you here? I mean I get that you can't exactly go to the hospital, but here?" She asked, feeling irritated. She hadn't expected to have a half dead vigilante bleeding out on her sofa.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go," he muttered, shifting as he tried to take off his suit. She wanted to ask about Foggy but she guessed the happy go lucky best friend wasn't his go to for stitching him up. With a heaving sigh, she knelt on the couch next to him, helping him remove the top half of his suit. There was a gunshot wound under the front of his left shoulder. She tried not to be concerned. 

"It's still in there, can you get it out?" He asked weakly. She tried to temper the anxiety at how bad he sounded. Not like she cared or anything, she'd worry no matter who it was.

"I can try," she muttered. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom, grabbing the tweezers off the side, the first aid kit and then the bottle of whisky that was on the side in the kitchen. 

When knelt next to him again, his mask was off and it was jarring to actually see his face when still in his devil suit, even if it was only partially. 

"Don't think this is a routine. You get hurt again, you can go somewhere else," she snarked. Honestly at this point it was more to cover her nerves at trying to keep him alive. He chuckled a little, leaning his head on the back of the sofa as she doused the tweezers with alcohol. One hand carefully steadied herself on his chest and she glanced at his pale face. His unseeing eyes were on her ceiling and his hair was all over the place.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch," she murmured. Honestly, she felt a little bad for him. He just nodded, closing his eyes in anticipation.

She took a deep breath before digging the tweezers in his wound. He cried out. One hand gripping the couch tightly as the other flailed for a minute before he settled on fisting her shirt. She bit back a retort since he was in pain and she focused on fishing out the bullet. Thankfully it wasn't too long before she yanked it out. He was breathing deeply, sweating and looking awful and now the wound was oozing blood at a worrying rate. She grabbed some gauze and pressed it to the wound with a worried frown.

"I need to stitch it, hold this," she said firmly. Still fisting her shirt, his other hand came up to put pressure on the wound. She dug around and got the needle, cleaning it with the whisky before threading it. She tried to ignore the tremor in her hand as it brushed against his, moving the gauze.

When her eyes flit to his face, he was already looking at her with his unfocused gaze.

"You look like shit, Murdock," she muttered with a wry smirk as she started to stitch him up. He chuckled a little, scrunching his eyes closed as she tried to make quick work of sewing him up.

"I feel like it," he replied with a sly grin. She shook her head as her hands delicately thread the needle through his skin, stopping occasionally to soak up the blood with the gauze.

"You're good at this. Not your first time?" He asked. She wondered if he was making small talk to try and take his mind off it. Since he was injured she decided to go along with it. Her anger at dropping in like this would wait until she was done.

"Not a gunshot, but I had to sew myself up after a gnarly stab wound," she murmured in reply. 

Her hands faltered as his hand let go of her shirt and settled on her bare thigh, his fingers running over the jagged scar. It startled her how he'd even know where it was but she shook it off. He was weird after all with his super senses. She tried to ignore the fact his hand was on her thigh at all. She tried to reason that his hands were kind of his eyes since he was blind. But the touch was light, gentle almost, it made her feel weird and she didn't like it. She didn't think anyone had touched her with such gentleness before.

"Who stabbed you?" He asked with a frown.

"Got caught snooping by one of the Russians a few years back. Taught me a hard lesson in being more sneaky," she snorted mirthlessly. His frown deepened and his hand stilled on her thigh. A few stitches later and he was all done. She wiped his wound clean before bandaging him up. 

His gentle touch to her scar had rattled her and she hopped off the sofa the second she was done. She started stuffing everything back into the first aid kit.

"I wasn't joking when I said this won't happen again. Teach Foggy first aid or something, but don't drop by here like this again," she said shortly, maybe harsher than intended and his frown let her know he was confused by it. He didn't reply, just nodding curtly at her. After putting the bloodied gauze away she noticed him standing from the couch, he was swaying on his feet though and she bit her lip as she walked over.

"What are you doing?" She sighed, annoyed.

"Getting out of your hair. That's what you wanted right?" He bit out. Yes, it was. But as he took a woozy step forward he almost collapsed again. She felt a pang of guilt and pursed her lips as she walked over, pushing him gently to sit back down.

"You lost a lot of blood, you need to rest. Just stop being annoying. You can take the couch and leave tomorrow," she relented. He didn't look any happier than she was about the whole thing but there wasn't much they could do. They both knew he was in no condition to get home just yet. He gave a curt nod, staying where she pushed him back down. This would be awkward as all hell. Her apartment was all open plan except the bathroom and a small closet. Her bed was on the other side and she felt uneasy with him being so close if she was to sleep. But she also didn't want to stay awake and be forced to spend time with him with this tension. 

"Go to sleep," she huffed, padding over to her bed. She had some blood on her shirt and a bloody handprint on it from where he'd gripped it. But she paid no mind to it as she climbed in bed, burrowing under the blankets. She fell asleep that night to uncomfortable silence.

[msiopao]

Sera with the Members

a/n: mark is in this because dream is now a fixed unit and he’s part of the lineup!!!!!!

WATERMELON ADDICT

was the person who made Sera comfortable since he reminded her of home

always asks if canadian bacon is better than american bacon

‘i dONt kNoW, sERa! mEAT iS mEaT!’

she didnt actually cry on stage when he was leaving but she cried when it was just the two of them and he recorded for the last time

it was her idea for hyuck to buy him a big bottle of ketchup

CANNOT believe that mark was a churchboy and ends up acting up in music videos

the duality SCARES her

calls her finny since her name is serafina

sera has her own room but she has an extra bed so he sleeps in there when he spends the night

learned this watermelon shake to help mark’s hangover

english all the time

ever since they met, mark has always placed his elbow on her head due to her short height

sera learned this fried rice recipe from her mom and he goes over to their dorm for breakfast

‘mark bls dont touch anything. get out of the kitchen and go watch tv or something’

always brings up his messed up eggs

‘gordon spitting facts tho’

whenever he feels too overworked or too pressured, sera has always made it a point to come over to their dorm and have a movie night with just the 2 of them with his favorite snacks and drinks

LONJIN

omg these two

sera is typically not mean but when renjun starts, she becomes ruthless

always calling out his fake personality

‘everyone, don’t believe him! he’s 2 faced!’

‘what are you even saying! you act like you’re so quirky and giggly but you yeeted jisung into the wall last night!’

‘YAH!’

so yea, they fight a lot

but its very playful and they know where that line is drawn and not cross it

he talks to her about space and aliens and she listens to every word bc renjun sounds so confident and happy whenever he talks about that stuff

they’re actually 10 days apart but sera acts like she’s 10 years older than him

‘IS THAT HOW YOU TALK TO SOMEONE OLDER?!’

‘okay, granny’

always in awe whenever renjun draws and paints and she really likes seeing him in his element

unbeknowst to her, he actually draws her a lot

wants to frame all of his work 

they go out to the roof and stargaze

he steals her airpods just to watch her go crazy

once hid her phone in the fridge

lives for his vocals

cannot believe how much he’s grown from chewing gum era to now

her heart strings were tugged when he cried in dnyl

renjun always says that he wishes sera was born as his little sister bc they act like they’re siblings

EYESMILE PRINCE

hmm

so their is kinda complicated

sera’s closest to him than all the members bc 1, he was her first friend and 2, he has cats

before, when they still went to school, her and jeno always went together

yes, jaemin and jeno and her went together in the beginning

but jaemin was in the hospital and recovering so it just became them 2

also, she goes to visit his parents so she can see his cats

this results to his parents and older sister adoring her

‘bongsik, nal, and seol are my kids’ - lee sera, 00 line vlive

she always craves for attention and when it isnt given bc he’s too busy playing, she just walks into his room and sits on his lap while he plays

tries to get his attention by saying stuff but he teases her by acting like she aint there

‘fine, i’ll go to jaemin’

jeno wasnt supposed to be blonde for the comeback but they were just messing around and next thing they knew, jeno’s tips were bleach blonde

when shes on that,,,, time,,,,, hes the only one in the dorm she listens to

not even johnny, who’s practically her father

collabs with her mukbang show and jsmr

he mentions her like at least once whenever he has lives that she’s not in

steals his glasses all the time just to watch him wander around with this confused adorable face

hugs are so cute w these two and czennies see them hugging in videos and she can barely reach his shoulder 

forehead kisses and sweater paws for daysss

NANA

drop dead gorgeous boy

shes not safe from jaemin’s affections

*cue jeno glaring at him for stealing her*

we all know how much he loves the members and whenever sera breathes, he busts his uwus

takes so many pictures of her

sera buys him lots of lip balms and carmex but he always forgets to put them on

sera hates peaches but she buys him peach flavored sweets whenever she sees them

‘NANA!!’

sera is also an attention whore so she always runs to him and wraps her arms around him and he squeals by how cute she is

bought him an expensive camera for his birthday

has a polaroid picture of him in her clear phone case

actually, her phone background is an old picture of predebut sera, jeno, and jaemin

one of the rare moments where she cried was when she found out that jaemin wouldnt be in a few comebacks bc he was sick

kept visiting him and jaemin cannot repay her enough

the dorm is full of ryan and winnie plushies from the sofa, a tiny winnie plush on the corner of the island counter, and their bedrooms

sera is the one who always throws away the his satanic drink even though it’s still full

‘yah, you need to think about your health and if it your body is tired, dont fight it by trying to drink these to keep your energy’

sleepovers with them are often and sometimes found sleeping on the spare bed in her room

FULL SUN

our big babie

oh boi when he got hurt

sera called him twice a day, one in the morning and one at night, just to check if it’s still hurting and making sure he’s resting

forever remembers when he dressed up as a girl 

‘you see, i’m not the only girl member. dongsuk is just on hiatus right now’

his name on her phone is ‘man-child’

when he went on tour with 127, she really missed him

like she missed him so much that she kept posting on instagram for him to hurry back home

still mad that he moved dorms to be with the older members

when sera got sick, she made him sing ‘no longer’ to her like a lullaby

when he asks sera to do something for him, usually she says no because he asks her to do ridiculous things but his aegyo always convinces her

thinks his color amblyopia is so fascinating and adds more into the unique traits he has

another attention giver and she loves hugging him because he gives really warm hugs

one time, jeno and sera had a fight and it got so bad that hyuck had to be called and he was the only one who got to talk some sense in sera to talk to jeno

but the legendary markhyuck summer fight was resolved because sera yelled at them and cried since they are best friends and they shouldnt be like that to each other

they made up since ‘wow sera cried’ and ‘the members are ready to beat us up if we continue this’

and by members, like all members, including the older ones

sera knows how much being the moodmaker title burdens him so she tries to ease that burden by talking to him just the two of them

DOLPHIN CHILD

look how adorable he is UWU

he is 1/2 of sera’s sons

like she’s whipped for him and jisung and he knows it too

‘noona~’

‘yes, i will give you the world, the stars, and the moon’

thinks his laugh is endearing and is sad that it isnt that high-pitched anymore since his voice got a little deeper

cannot believe how much he’s grown too

when he speaks in chinese, sera thinks its the cutest thing 

‘can we give his scalp some rest? its not healthy for the boy’

trust fund babies

you know how chenle has 3 airpods?

sera went through 4 phones since she keeps losing or breaking it

dont ask how bc shes as clumsy as namjoon

had this phase where he wouldn’t stop back-hugging his noona and she just left it alone

always buys him snacks and cooks him a lot of food bc she thinks he’s too skinny and wants him to be healthy and gain some fat on those cheeks again

on their break, she went to china with jisung and her lock screen is a picture of her and chenle holding his nephew

triggered her baby fever

czennies ship them but he makes it clear she’s the older sister he’s never had

nct dream took a vacation to her hometown and she bought them basketball tickets so chenle could see his idol

his mom practically adopted her since she goes over to his apartment all the time whenever the others are getting too much for her

she misses him so much its not even funny

JISUNG PWARK

our maknae is growing up :(

sera had the whole family sit and watch the first episode of dancing high

so proud of her boy

she called him during the show and it was shown and heard about her telling him to take care of himself and to not be too hard on his body and that she’s waiting for him at home

as the youngest member overall, sera babies him the most

he obvs takes advantage of it and she used to cuddle him to sleep when he was younger bc he had a hard time sleeping

again, cooks for him a lot since he’s a growing boy and making sure he takes vitamins and drinks water and limit sugary things

she calls his mom to give him updates about her son

remember his phone that he used until it actually died?

sera actually bought him a new one before that happened and just casually gave it to him

‘i know this was going to happen so i just took care of it. i have to take care of you, jisung-ah’

hypes him up whenever he dances bc wow this boy is actually talented

doesnt really like skinship but he tolerates it when she holds his hands bc theyre so much bigger than hers

one day just woke up and she got so confused when jisung grew up

‘did you grow in your sleep?’

‘n-no?’

loves his awkward nature and she keeps saying how adorable he is and cute he is whenever he acts cool

god, she’s just so whipped for him

but tbh, who isn’t?

aaaahhhhhh i cannot believe our wish came true and they became a fixed unit and we really getting a comeback and an mv in the 29th!!!

[baekhypnotized]

☆— [five]

summary: Baekhyun is just a man who doesn’t believe in romance as much as Byul, who is trying to give herself to him. But day by day, he will soon realize that her fleeting actions are breaking down his cold-hearted brick wall, no matter if it takes her a million years.

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The night when Baekhyun brought me to the dinner date gave me a great memory. Even though it's a short and simple one, I’ve never been that nervous going out for a date. Also, my heart couldn’t stop beating so fast whenever I think about him. When he called me ‘beautiful’, I swear, I couldn’t sleep that night. Baekhyun is wonderful in person and I admit that. The way he treated me last night was great, I got to hear his laughter and also get to know him a little bit, even though he was quite closed off about his own family. But, I don’t mind that. Baekhyun had shown me another different part of him. It sounds surreal for me to get too close to someone I just met, but he’s different.

The following weeks, both of us have become so close to each other and there’s no word such as awkward does exist between me and Baekhyun. We visit a bunch of different cafes during the weekends off, often having dinner and lunch together. Besides focusing on our projects, Baekhyun becomes extremely energetic when he is around me. The way I caught him stealing glances on me, trying to make more skin touches such as holding my hands, my heart is going to explode at that moment. I love when he confesses the way I look beautiful and cute in between our discussion that somehow makes my cheeks redden obviously.

The needs to be closer to him is getting stronger, day by day as I’m spending most of my free time with him. Baekhyun successfully caught my heart with him everywhere, and I fall in love. Through this past few years, I’ve never been so alive. It’s not going to compete how things change drastically after I met Baekhyun at the cafe. I swear, his special personalities plus his charming looks got me stuck in my daydreams more often.

I do… like him a lot now.

Wednesday means a day with classes. Today’s gonna be quite hectic because we have classes at 10 in the morning and 2 in the evening. I wake up quite early today to prepare myself some toast for me and Soomin. Soon after I woke up from my sleep, the first thing I grab my phone. I check it but it seems that Baekhyun hasn’t replied to my last text last night.

[Byul]: Assignment at the cafe after evening class?

Maybe, he went to sleep early and still in his deep sleep. I try to think positively and distract those strange thoughts with preparing myself for the class. Since I have approximately 3 hours before the morning class, I decide to go for a short walk around the neighbourhood. The last time I did that was months away and it’s before I was too occupied with my work shifts and also my college’s study schedules. I bring my earphones and wear a small pouch around my waist, I stop by Soomin’s room to check her up. She’s still sleeping soundly and I chuckle silently, amazed by her current sleeping position. I close the door slowly without making any noise and leave the house.

The morning breeze today is a calm one. The fresh air that I breathe currently gives me a lesson in life; a new day is a chance to make things better than yesterday. Even though, I got home late just because me and Baekhyun ended our discussion almost 11 pm. We put on hold of our assignment and declare to continue it for our next meeting. Since there’s a few weeks left before the deadline, I’m pretty sure we’re doing it so well and I’m not worried about it.  Baekhyun does give a lot of support and cooperation throughout the process to finish this up.

He sent me home straight away, bidding goodbyes as we parted our ways. Baekhyun didn’t tell me anything about his arrival at his home plus, he didn’t reply to my message up until now. I’m starting to worry about him but trying to think positively that everything’s fine. I continue walking along the sidewalk, admiring the beauties of nature and greeting the passersby politely because we live in the same neighbourhood.

After I think I’ve done freshen myself up in the outdoors, I go back home and have a shower to wash my sweaty body. Starting to make a simple breakfast for me and Soomin, I use this opportunity to forget about Baekhyun for the meantime. Also, I wake her up from her sleep because she’s really a heavy sleeper. She wakes up to have her bath while I prepare myself in comfortable clothes to go to the university. Then, when both of us are ready, we sit down together at the dining table and have breakfast together.

Up until now, Soomin doesn’t know that I’ve been spending most of my time with Baekhyun besides from doing the assignments. I just don’t know how to explain everything to her, afraid that she wouldn’t accept Baekhyun to be my friend. Soomin once told me how rude Baekhyun is from our first class, where he just got to his seat without apologising for his late arrival to Mdm. Lee. Maybe she has some bad impressions towards Baekhyun and it doesn’t seem to work if I tell her about him more.

When we are done with breakfast, we head straight to the university quite early. At least, we can prepare ourselves physically and mentally for the first class of the day. My classmates enter the lecture hall one by one while my eyes are searching for the only figure, Byun Baekhyun. It’s almost 10 am but he still doesn’t reply to my text. Even when the class has already started, he hasn’t arrived yet. My mind couldn’t focus on the lesson just because of him.

Throughout the whole day, Baekhyun skips both classes without any further notice. He doesn’t inform me anything, even Yerin (his deskmate), doesn’t have any idea where has he been. I’m pretty sure last night, everything was fine. We had our dinner together and continue our project. He sent me back home with a good condition, a smile plastered across his face when he bids goodbye. But, what happened to him?

I have my phone in my hands, texting him as I wait patiently for his replies.

[Byul]: Baekhyun, where are you?

[Byul]: You missed today’s classes.

[Byul]: Is everything alright?

[Byul]: I’m… worried about you…

The last text that I send shows how much I do worry about him. There must be a valid reason why he’s not available today but what is it?

I try my best to act normal in front of Sehun and Soomin, getting myself involved in their conversation even though my mind is busy thinking about Baekhyun non-stop.  Even when the following days, he still absent. I was kinda hoping for a surprise visit from him at the cafe during my work shift but knowing that it’s impossible. So, I kill those thoughts away from myself and trying my best to forget him. Because I couldn’t bring myself to focus on my job or even when I’m studying. I swear, for any moment, I will catch myself stealing glances on my phone, hoping for a notification, from him.

But there’s none.

Baekhyun has been missing for two weeks already.

Without any texts or phone calls, he leaves me in the clueless state because I’m worried about the assignment as it’s almost close to the deadline. Even though we already cover most of the important parts, I couldn’t continue this on my own without him because we’re partners.

Actually, I do miss him.

I miss his funny jokes, even when I found them lame. Baekhyun is nowhere can be found right now. I am spacing out in the cafe, staring at the customers who are enjoying their drinks and desserts. Suddenly, I think of him. I imagine him sitting at his usual spot, waiting for my rest time when I caught him staring at me for quite long. But now, I’ve been longing for his presence for this past weeks.

Today my shift is quite leisure since it’s Friday. People still manage to occupy most tables during the evening.

"Byul,” Dahyun calls me. I was too shocked, probably because I was spacing out for quite so long.

"You look tired. Go and have some rest. I’ll cover you up for a while.” She insists as I reply to her with a soft smile. I make myself a cup of latte with a love drawn on it, take off my apron and have a seat by the window.

I keep looking at my phone over and over recently, waiting for his texts but I got none. Baekhyun disappears like a wind. I sip my latte, staring out the window as a black Audi car drives and stops at the other side of the road. I’ve been thinking about nothing.

Once the driver gets out of his car, he repairs his blazer to make it neater as he leans by car. The chimes ringing at the door distract me, peeking by the customers exiting the door. My eyes are following them but eventually, fall towards another focus once they walk across the man near the black car.

Finally, it’s Baekhyun.

I am beyond speechless on what am I seeing right now, rubbing my eyes to confirm that it is him. Baekhyun chuckles when he sees me amazed by his sudden appearance at the cafe. My legs bring me outside the cafe, pacing towards Baekhyun.

"Baekhyun!” I call his name loudly. Baekhyun hides his hands in the pocket of his pants, chuckling after seeing me get out from the cafe.

"How are you, Han-”

I cut him off with a hug. He seems surprised with me hugging him because we haven’t share hugs before truthfully. When I realised what I am doing now, I pull away from him swiftly. My face starts to heat up, cheeks begin to blush hardly. I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear to cover my embarrassment. Baekhyun gives low chuckles, glancing at me with adoration as he smiles widely. I slowly lift my head up to look at his face, still in embarrassment state.

"W-where have you been? Everyone is worried sick of you!” I stutter at the beginning but trying hard to make it sound normal at the end.

Baekhyun comes closer to me, causing me to step back when I feel him getting too close. He brings his one hand to caress my hair softly, looking into my eyes with a soft glance. “Are you sure it’s everyone and it’s not only you?” Baekhyun murmurs as he asks.

I gulp nervously, trying to avoid making eye contact with him. “Y-yes it’s e-everyone…” I stutter. He again chuckles softly before pulling away from me. I take a few deep breaths to calm my heart down from pumping hard.

"You left your coffee alone at the table,” he snorts. “Mind if I join you? You seem like having a break, huh?” Baekhyun asks. I nod my head up and down, leading our way to my previous seat. He pulls off his blazer before taking a seat across me, crossing his legs comfortably.

"Don’t you want to order anything?” I ask him at this time.

"Latte and a slice of choc-”

"Go and order it by yourself.” I butt in while sipping my latte after feeling satisfied to refuse his requests. Baekhyun was so shocked when he hears it, standing from his seat with an obvious chuckle before he heads towards the counter. I giggle silently seeing his face because it’s amusing. His surprise look is so funny.

After a few minutes have gone, he comes back with a tray full of his orders before he sits. I scan the tray and it’s the same thing; a cup of latte and a slice of chocolate cake. He starts to sip his drink while I’m staring at him quietly. I’m waiting for him to explain everything about him disappearing for the whole two weeks. But, at the same time, I don’t want to look that I’m desperate to hear him out. Because… I don’t want my feelings towards him to become so obvious when he’s here.

Baekhyun realises that I’ve been looking at him for quite a long time. When he’s about to begin to have his cake, he lifts his head slightly to make eye contact. I, on the other hand, getting flustered when I am busted for staring at him diligently. I don’t know why but every time I was caught for stealing a few glances on him or do something weird, he will definitely chuckle.

"Why are you staring at me? Does the word ‘handsome’ appears on my face?” He asks with his eyebrows raise for a few times. I roll my eyes to the back of my head because he’s freaking annoying with his self-confidence. I only reply to him with a loud scoff before grabbing my cup and sip my latte. Baekhyun smiles smugly as he takes a bite of the chocolate cake. He hums annoyingly, telling that the cake is delicious. My lips curve upwards into a smile as I only watch him eating deliciously.

"Why on Earth you haven’t told me about these appetizing desserts you have at the cafe?” Baekhyun asks with a frown. I only reply to him with lifting my shoulders and a wide smirk. He glares at me before taking another bite of the sweet cake.

"So… where have you been, Baekhyun?” A question blurts one from my mouth as I couldn’t hold back my curiosity towards his disappearance. I let him finish up the cake that he’s currently munching first. Baekhyun takes a piece of tissue and wipes his mouth off. Then, he focuses on me.

"Listen here, Hanbyul. I hope you understand that I couldn’t tell you anything because I can’t. But I promise you, there’s nothing for you to worry about, hmm?” He says. I sigh in surrender. Baekhyun doesn’t want to tell me about it or even a little. And he’s been hiding something from me. I do want to ask him but maybe not now.

I mean, it’s good to have him back around because I’ve been missing him for weeks. I’m happy to see that he visits me after such a long separation. Baekhyun can still give his sweet smile at me and I’ve never been happy for it.

Baekhyun uncuffs his cufflinks as he folds his sleeve up high, above elbows. He then threads his soft hair, making it look a bit tousled. He looks extra good looking today when he’s in those white dress shirt. I silently admire him, gulping a small lump in my throat. This is a kind of view of Baekhyun that can make me go blush in a second. He successfully exuding an aura of possessiveness. I don’t doubt that.

"Baekhyun, lemme guess,” I lay back by the chair with my hand crossed. “-you look like you came from an office. Confidential matters, huh?” I continue to ask him a question.

Baekhyun stops from eating and looks at me. “Yup. I can’t deny it though.” He then takes a sip of his coffee. Now, he makes me wonder about him. Baekhyun quite frequently wears this kind of attire but who is he? He doesn’t have the chance to tell me up until now. While me, I’m trying to act like I don’t even care about him.

But I really do care about every single thing of him. His life is full of secrets and I’m eager to know every part of him more.

I glance at my wristwatch, realising that my short break time is over. “I need to get back to work,” I inform him, gathering my used cup. Baekhyun looks at me with a disappointed face and I could only laugh at it.

"Hanbyul, let’s have a short walk by the park?” He recommends but I resist it.

"I’m working today, mister. Now, look who’s missing me instead?” I scoff.

"Yeah, I miss you,” Baekhyun confesses. Currently, I can feel that my heart is pounding hard against my ribcage as if it’s about to pop. Bravely, I look into his eyes before deciding to bid goodbye.

"I will see you later, okay? We still have a few things to settle for our assignments and the due date is almost near.” I take off from my seat and leave him alone at the table. But, after a few steps, I turn around to face him, “And don’t forget to reply to my text, Mr Byun Baekhyun.”

It feels very odd when I go back home by using public transport. Because since Baekhyun always appear when I’m closing the cafe, he would be the one who drives me back home. But, ever since he went missing for two weeks without informing anything, I’d get used to riding the train like I normally did. When I almost reach my apartment, I encounter with Baekhyun, who’s currently waiting in front of the lobby. He assumes he went back home safely after meeting me at the cafe as Baekhyun wears much more comfortable clothes tonight.

I walk to him with my hand in the pocket of my coat. It’s getting colder day by day in Seoul and I guess it’s getting closer to fall and winter season. “What are you doing here, Baekhyun? It’s late already.” I question him about his appearance in front of my apartment.

"I came to see you, obviously,” Baekhyun chuckles softly. “Still available for a short night walk around the neighbourhood with me?” He continues and asks. I think for a few seconds about his invitation and I nod my head as for the answer.

Baekhyun beams brightly. He leads the way and we both walk side by side. Even if there's only us walking around the neighbourhood, the Moon and the stars accompany us tonight. We kinda have a moment of silence before Baekhyun initiates the talk. “Have you eat your dinner, Hanbyul?”

"Yeah, how about you?” I ask him back and he bobs his head up and down.

I chuckle softly that makes him tilts his head facing me, “A night walk, huh?” I say as Baekhyun smiles. As we walk further, there’s a park and Baekhyun invites me to sit down at the bench first. So we did. We sit quite close to each other and I don’t realise I accidentally brush my fingers on his hand. That causes both of us to get shocked and fluster as we both have our eyes locked together.

I flinch my hand away from him, rubbing my nape nervously. Baekhyun sees me agitating when he just continues to stare me adoringly. I try my best to rid away those feelings but I was too surprised he looks at me with a wide smile across his face. Quickly, I cough a bit to calm down the situation. He averts his gaze to the empty playground while I’m taking deep breaths to ease my nervous feelings.

"Hanbyul,” Baekhyun calls me. I turn to face him with a curious look.

"When I said that I miss you at the cafe, I really meant it.” He confesses. My adrenaline starts to rush through my body as my heartbeat starts to quickening. “I tried to reply to all your texts but I couldn’t… I hope you’re not mad with it.”

"Baekhyun, it’s fine,” I say. “-At least now you’re here with me after you disappear.” I continue. Baekhyun lets out a sigh in relief after hearing me talk. A moment of silence comes then, leaving both of us lost of words to continue.

But then, Baekhyun brings his hands softly to tuck a strand of my hair around my ears, cupping my cheeks with his calloused palms. He leans his face closer to mine, making more terrified. Is he… trying to kiss me?

When I feel his lips are only an inch away from mine, I close my eyes anticipatingly with butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly, his phone rings. Baekhyun groans softly as he pulls away to dig out his phone. Me, on the other hand, my face already turns crimson red and my whole body is static. I can’t believe what just about to happen and I couldn’t hide my red face right now.

Baekhyun answers the call and talks only for a few seconds before he hangs out. “I’m so sorry for the disturbance.” He apologises and I shake my head.

"L-let’s go home, huh? It’s getting late, Baekhyun,” I say as I stand up from my seat and walk first on my way back home. Baekhyun catches from behind and stops me on tracks with him blocking the way.

"Hanbyul, I love your eyes when they are sparkling. When you wore the red wine dress, I’m not lying though,” Baekhyun pauses for a few seconds, leaving me nervous.

"That you are beautiful. In my own eyes.”