#like obviously i got nothing against yuta and all but like genuinely i don’t see the vision here??

[satoruxx]

I might genuinely drop jjk cuz of this chapter because wtf

Gege akutami is a cruel person

honestly i say this every time smth bad happens but i go back to see leaks anyway bc i seem to have an addiction…but i’m with you nonnie :((

this whole thing is lame af i know some people think it’s great and all but nah it’s just crappy writing atp. i genuinely think gege just gets a kick out of seeing us get excited and then crushing us the next week.

i’m also just pissed that you could take a character with so much depth, hype him up to be literally insurmountable as the strongest, and then scrape him down to basically nothing.

sorry this turned into a rant but long story short i totally get it nonnie gege sucks so bad <///3

[lemonietrinket]

Warnings: body insecurities (kept vague, but focusing around chest and stomach), general feelings of upset, tears, swearing (1x f**k) Yuta x Fem!Insecure!reader

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“Hey love.”

Yuta’s voice brought you out of your book, quickly drawing your attention towards the opposite end of the sofa where he sat.

“Yeah baby?”

“I’m cold.” You watched as his hands, strong and tender, patted his thighs. “Come and sit here?”

You felt discomfort rise in your heart as you tried to dip yourself away from the request. “But I’m comfy here.”

His beautiful chestnut eyes were unwavering. You knew it was difficult to not collapse under his gaze, but normally you would put up a fight and try to look into them in return. Now, you couldn’t bear the feel of them staring into your soul—you didn’t want to admit to him what was down there. 

“But you’ll be comfier on me,” he counters.

You knew he was right, and deep down you wanted to rest your full weight upon him and let yourself sink into his touch, but something always stopped you. Insecurities were powerful things after all. You knew you’d stayed silent for too long, and by now the time had passed to try and come up with an excuse, and so you opted to try and focus on the good and ignore the weight in the pit of your stomach. 

Taking your time to place the bookmark between the pages, stalling so obviously that even you noticed it, you left your book and slunk across the cushions to where he sat.

Readying yourself to sit with your back to his chest, he stopped you.  “Sit facing me?” He pouted shamelessly. 

You did as he suggested, slightly concerned about how you couldn’t wipe the worry off your face and out of your mind. The pit grew in your stomach, twisting and turning, because it hurt to have your insecurities hold you back, for this to have been the first time you’d sat like this, even though you’d longed to ever since you started your relationship with the man of your dreams.

But that was where the problems were situated. You’d never had any problems with him holding you from behind pressed flush against his chest, or even entwined side to side.  It was just the front. 

“Love, are you ok?” Yuta’s voice was soft and careful as you sat upon his lap, your back rigid and your body leant away from him.

You nodded, pulling a smile as genuinely as you could. “Yeah!”

“But you’re not, are you?” Of course he saw through it all. “Why won’t you lay against me, love?”

You were stunned into silence. You’d spent so long ignoring the issue that you had no idea how to respond when it was finally, and inevitably, brought up. 

Yuta’s hand reached up tentatively, careful to move only where you could see them, before resting against your cheek, his eyes searching for any signs of discomfort there. He caressed the skin he found there, touch delicate as if he was afraid to hurt you, as he continued, “Because even when I hug you, you pull away, a-and I’m worried that I’m going to one day place my hand where you don’t want it and hurt you, and...” he trailed off as he searched for the words.

You’d never seen him this serious, in fact you’d never heard him stutter. His features were hard set but creased, his eyes were darker but glistening. He was no longer playful, he was worried. He was scared something was wrong. 

You meanwhile could not put any words into your own mouth. You sat with your hands clasped at your chest, willing the constriction in your throat to ebb away so you could regain control of yourself.

“Please, love, tell me what’s hurting you so I can help,” he pleaded, thumb drawing the tresses of your hair away from your face, “or if it’s my fault so I can stop, I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have, if I have.”

Your thoughts swarmed. He couldn’t be more wrong. It was you that had pushed him away physically this whole time, it was you that had not let his hands rest anywhere near your torso. You’d been so adamant yet hadn’t thought about the toll on him. 

Tears spilled straight into his finger tips, and he calmly collected them, letting the outpour of your insecurities sink into his skin.  

You took the deepest breath you could manage—you couldn’t blame yourself for it. Insecurities were a part of life, but that didn’t mean you had to let them rule it.

“It’s not your fault, Yuta, it’s not anything you’ve done, I promise you it’s not,” you explained as clearly as you could. Swallowing thickly, you willed yourself on, “It’s just that... I have these insecurities... I don’t like...” your hand vaguely gestured to your chest as you gave him a brave look, “you must know that this is hardly what people want. It’s hardly normal. Or cute. It’s not attractive, I’m not symmetrical—”

“No one is—”

“But I’m not small either, Yuta! Neither am I big! I fall between two stools and I don’t feel worthy of either appreciation and this just reminds me of it,” you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek, “I don’t want to push you away, but I hate the fact that I look the way I do. And there’s nothing I can do about it! I can’t wear my dream clothes because of it, I’m paranoid that people will notice because it’s right there, and I can’t help but just... not let you hold me there.”

You hadn’t noticed your eyes had fallen to look at the arm of the sofa, staring plainly at the black leather as his hand cradled your cheek. As you realised you owed him the courtesy of at least looking at him, you lifted your gaze only to find his eyes wet. He wasn’t crying, but there were signs of tears in the frames of his eyes. His beautiful, deep hazel eyes.

“Y/n, love, why didn’t you tell me sooner,” he said, his voice the quietest you’d ever heard, “I know one person’s words is not going to change years of worry and hurt but please listen to me when I tell you that I think you are beautiful. And that there is nothing wrong with you. And that you can still wear your dream clothes, and not fear that anyone will notice because they won’t—”

“Didn’t you?” 

“Yes, but,” his voice was desperate, his other hand stroking your temple nearly frantically, “not in the way you would imagine, I only spotted the padding one time—the more important part here is that I don’t think any less of you. You’re still my love, you’re still gorgeous and you’re still the hilarious, insanely clever woman I fell in love with, and these things only make you more special to me.

“No one is ever the standard, and I would never expect you to be,” he slowed down, the frown in his features easing, “I just want to hold my girl like she wants to hold me. And if anyone tries to tell you any different then they can literally go and fuck themselves.”

You felt your defences crumple as your face melted, sobs wracking your body. Not out of pain this time, but rather out of his words. They’d what you’d been waiting for, for years, and the small irrational part of you had begun to swell and say they would never come. But there they were. 

You sank into his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively whilst you cried openly into his sweatshirt. No more pushing, no more hiding. You had nothing to fear; you could finally make your way along the road to recovery. It wouldn’t be an easy journey, and there would be times where you’d lose your way, but you weren’t alone, and that was a start. 

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AN: Is this entirely self indulgent? Yes. Was it necessary for my own mental health? Yes. Is it a problem many people face? Yes. Therefore it is here.

After seeing many fics on here focus around feeling worried about body insecurities, as someone who also has these insecurities I thought I’d add some emotional support to the mix too. Though this one focuses around something else, not just about being bigger than society’s standards (though kudos to all the fic writers who do offer emotional support around this topic, you’re amazing!) I hope it finds its home somewhere out there, as I can’t be the only one. I know I haven’t been specific to what it is, but, if you know, you know. 

Anyway, everyone who doesn’t fit and conform to society’s standards, and are afraid that people will find you unnattractive and won’t want you, please stay strong!

I know I’m just some weird writer on tumblr but I promise that you are beautiful, you are valid and important and people will adore you for all of your quirks. It’s important to remember that you are more than your body too, and that is what people fall in love with in the end, so even if things seem hard, do not lose hope

There are nearly 8 billion people on this planet, there’s got to be at least one amazing one for you, and you’re going to be one amazing one to so many.

peace, Lemonie

Masterlist

[i-stan-nct-and-satan]

Not Broken (Jaehyun Mafia au pt5)

Not Broken Masterlist

Jaehyun X Reader

Y/N is a burlesque dancer living in Seoul. Jaehyun is one of the most powerful mafia men in Seoul. How will Y/N survive when Jaehyun suspects that she is involved with a rival gang?

Reasons to read this story: Ten's a cross-dressing madam so..... yeah read it ya freaks.

A/N okay so this is a long chapter like the rest of the story, but I don’t want to put the trigger warnings for one sections as the whole chapter, so whenever there is going to be something worthy of a trigger warning, I will put it before the thing and then I will put something at the end to signify it’s over.

Trigger warnings for whole story that will not have warnings: kidnapping themes, light violence, mentions of murder, being tied up. You know, that kinky shit. JKJK

Gasp!

My breathing was heavier than it had ever been.

I had had nightmares before, but nothing like that.

Although I would normally be relieved that it was over, based on my surroundings, it seemed like the real nightmare was only just beginning.

I was lying on the ground in a strange position. The headache from my dream was still present but I could barely notice it since now my cheekbone felt like I was kicked in the face, which it was. I tried to look around but something was severely limiting my ability to move my neck.

Even though my face was in immense pain, the side that hurt was also the side that was laying on the frozen ground. The cold felt nice on my pained cheek and I allowed myself to enjoy the feeling since I was unable to do anything else at the moment.

"What was that?" A muffled voice came from above.

Remembering the situation that I was in caused me to panic. I couldn't move but I managed to look down at my body. Although I was on the ground, my body was awkwardly tied to chair with a combination of rope and chains as if somebody somehow thought that one or the other would not suffice in binding me.

The chair explained why my body was in such a weird position but I was surprised as to why I hadn't noticed it before. I might have been mostly naked, but the room was so cold that my body felt numb to the old wooden chair that was now digging into my side.

The room was dark, not that I could move enough to look around it but still it was so dark I could barely see past my knees.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the ceiling.

I must be in a basement.

Motivated by the increasing volume of footsteps, I harshly wriggled around hoping to break free or even loosen my ties, forgetting that chains couldn't be loosened.

Creak!

A door opened and light filled the room.

My eyes bulged then squeezed shut again.

I heard the creaks of stairs as more than one pair of feet walk down them.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the mouse tried to break free from her trap," a deep unfamiliar voice teased.

A chill traveled down my spine but I kept my eyes closed.

"Did you think you could somehow break the chair if you knocked yourself over?"

"Is she still asleep?" a different voice inquired.

My breathing hitched slightly. The new voice triggered memories of the belligerent blonde I had watched hit on countless waitresses.

"Dumbass, How could she still be asleep after falling on her face?"

"Maybe she knocked herself out again?" Mark defended.

"You've been working in this field long enough to know that only back of the head and side temple traumas can knock somebody out cold. This bitch probably just smashed her cheekbone at most," the other man groaned.

Despite closed eyes, I could picture the annoyance felt by the unfamiliar voice.

"Then why are her eyes closed?" Mark whined.

I felt a hand grab a fistful of my hair and causing me to let out an involuntary yelp. My eyes snapped open.

"Because our little mouse is trying to play dead, hoping we'll think she's still asleep so we might leave her alone."

The hand refused to let go, pulling me by my hair back into an upright position before removing itself.

Usually, the pain would have felt unbearable but it lacked in comparison to the rest of the discomfort my body was experiencing. I even felt a smidge of appreciation for having been put in a more comfortable position.

Having regained motion in my neck I turned to face the two men standing in front of me, giving up my hopeless attempt to fake sleep.

Taeyong and Mark. Those were the two men standing in the room with me.

I didn't know what to say so I just stared at them.

Taeyong stepped forward and bent down to meet my gaze.

Despite the situation, I couldn't help but notice how his features looked even more handsome up close. Before I had only seen him from a distance but now his doe eyes looked even bigger.

"You really shouldn't cause so much harm to yourself like this," Taeyong sighed sounding genuinely concerned as if he had not just ripped out a chunk of your hair moments prior.

He continued, "You're going to go through plenty of pain by our hands throughout the next few days. So don't-"

"Few days?" Mark interrupted looking puzzled. "Why a few days? Are we gonna let her go after she tells us everything?"

Taeyong's eyes rolled so far back in his head that he almost looked possessed. His head whipped to look back at Mark as he sighed in frustration.

Mark who was still confused just looked back at Taeyong inquisitively.

"Mark?" Taeyong's voice, which had been intimidatingly deep and rough sounding earlier had now turned into that of a concerned mother.

"Mark, do you really not understand?"

Mark shook his head.

"We're going to kill her, Mark."

My chest tightened and sweat droplets started to form on my forehead.

"Ah! I knew that. Of course! I just... umm," Mark proclaimed.

Taeyong turned to face me again.

"But before that-"

"Wait!" Mark interjected once more.

"What Mark?" Taeyong straightened up, pinching the tip of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"Uh. Nothing. Carry on." Mark smiled at Taeyong who returned his gaze back to you.

"Well. It's just that-"

"Oh my god. What, Mark?" Taeyong yelled.

Shocked by Taeyong's outburst, Mark stood silently, staring back at the fiery haired man.

"I'm sorry for yelling. What is it?" Taeyong apologized using his gentler voice.

"It's just... Why are we gonna kill one of the burlesque dancers from last night?" Mark asked.

Taeyong looked at Mark with an annoyed look on his face then grabbed his arm bringing him to the corner of the room.

I took the opportunity to look at my surroundings.

Yep, definitely a basement.

In the corner of the room sat a few boiler tanks which were emanating a loud white noise. Random boxes were littered across the room obviously not having recently been touched based on the dead crickets laying on top of them. In another corner of the room was a dusty pool table with a broken leg and a couple of chairs resembling the one I was currently tied to. There was nothing out of the ordinary. It seemed like the average basement filled with things one might want to keep out of the way but not quite want to get rid of just yet. Things like me.

The only exit that I could see was at the top of the wooden staircase that the two men had originally come down.

After taking notice of the room I was being held in against my will, I looked back towards the two men.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know. I was too hungover to come to the meeting this morning, so I didn't hear the reason why we took her!"

"Then why did you tell Doyoung that you would go downstairs with me and I quote, ‘take care of business?’" Taeyong asked using air quotes to further his point.

"I thought you were getting popsicles to refill the fridge upstairs! You know Yuta and I both like the watermelon flavored ones so I wanted first dibs!"

I couldn't help but furrow my brows. I was in imminent danger yet it seemed like I were in a sitcom.

"Just go get Doyoung," Taeyong ordered. "And tell the boss that she's awake!"  

After that, it was just Taeyong and I.

You know, in another life, I would be ecstatic to be in a room alone with such a man but right now even a war-zone in Syria sounded more appealing.

He intertwined his fingers together before loudly he cracked them. Then he twisted his own neck gaining an even louder set of cracking noises.

If he was trying to intimidate me, it was working. What made it worse was that he wasn't saying anything. He was just staring at me as if to say that what was coming down those stairs would be even more horrifying than anything he could do to me.

Panic filled my body and I started working against the chains and rope. Taeyong just chuckled as if he were watching a child get tangled in streamers. He seemed genuinely amused by the sight. I start to feel lightheaded and black dots began to take over.

<><><Time warp?IDK><><>

"Oh no you don't."

I looked up to see Taeyong and Doyoung.

"Looks like we got a fainter on our hands," Doyoung exclaimed as he finished putting on rubber gloves.

Doyoung glanced at Taeyong.

"Go grab the smelling salts. I wanna make sure she doesn't get any breaks tonight," Doyoung looked back at me while Taeyong started going up the stairs.

"Can't have you losing consciousness on us, can we?"

I gulped only to notice how dry my throat was.

This is going to be a long night, if it was night.

I had no idea how long I had been here except for Mark having stated that the show was the night prior.  

My mind flashed back to last night.

What did they do to the other dancers? Did Madam Ten make it out safely? Fuck! Did Wendy make it at all?

My mind was rushing a million miles per hour. I hadn't even noticed that Taeyong had returned.

"Shall we begin?" Doyoung snapped one of his gloves, causing me to flinch.

"Are the gloves really necessary?" Taeyong chortled.

It seemed like Déjà vu because Doyoung gave Taeyong the same look that Taeyong have given Mark earlier.

"Because Tae, I don't want any of my DNA on her for when we dispose of her body," Doyoung insisted.

"Well that's stupid because: one, we always burn bodies when we dispose of them and two, just wearing gloves aren't going to prevent you from contaminating her with your DNA. Our hair and skin follicles are literally everywhere in this room."

Doyoung turned to face Taeyong, looking like he might end up hitting Taeyong before he got to me.

"Wait!" I cried, surprised at my own outburst.

They both turned expectantly to face me.

"What's going on? Why did you bring me here?"

Doyoung and Taeyong both scoffed.

Taeyong opened his mouth to reply but suddenly a third voice entered the room.

"I believe I can answer that."

<><><>

We all turned towards the voice. Well... they turned, I just kind of looked up.

It was none other than the boss himself standing at the top of the wooden stairs.  

I hadn't noticed until now but Taeyong and Doyoung were dressed very casually. Doyoung wore faded blue jeans and a maroon hoodie that said Tokyo on the back with a few Japanese characters underneath. His shoes were typical black and white sneakers from a brand I couldn't recognize and sticking out of his back pocket was a supreme brand wallet with a ribbon lanyard linking it to one of his belt loops.

Taeyong was wearing black skinny jeans with holes near the knees. It didn't look like he bought them that way, it seemed more likely that they resulted from heavy wear. He was also wearing a hoodie but his was white with no design on it except for a few splashes of brown. My jaw clenched when I focused on the splashes, which now seemed less like a part of the design and more like old blood stains. Looking down, I noticed that he was wearing rubber boots one might wear when working with livestock.

They were both dressed warmly, which made sense since the room felt like it was barely above freezing. It didn't help that I was still only wearing pasties and underwear. Thinking back, I'm pretty sure that Mark was wearing a hoodie as well. The image of Mark wearing a yellow hoodie underneath an unbuttoned denim jacket crossed my mind.

What prompted my sudden urge to examine the gang member's wardrobe choices was the fact that Jaehyun was still wearing a suit. In fact, he was wearing the same crushed black velvet Armani suit as last night, suggesting that he hadn't slept at all since then. The bags under his eyes confirmed my suspicion.  

Despite the apparent exhaustion in his face, he still looked as sexy as ever. Maybe even sexier. His hair was messy with strands flying out every which way. It looked as if he had spent the whole night running his fingers through it. For a sinful second I imagined what it would be like if I were the one running my fingers through it.

Get a grip Y/N.

The pain radiating throughout my body must have made me drunk. This was not the time to indulge in my hormonal twenty-one-year-old fantasies. Now was the time to panic.

"How long has she been awake?"Jaehyun asked ignoring my presence.

"Only twenty minutes, sir," responded Taeyong.

"And why was I not informed of this twenty minutes ago?" boomed the pink haired man.

Taeyong looked more intimidated than intimidating.

"I'm sorry, sir. I thought that you had finally gone to sleep and I didn't want-"

"Sleep?" Jaehyun scoffed. "How could I have slept when..." Jaehyun finally met my eyes.

I stopped breathing for the fear that the noise would anger him more.

Taking his time down the steps, the man abandoned his previous thoughts and continued to silently examine his prey.

He stopped right in front of me, pointed at a nearby chair and snapped.

Both Doyoung and Taeyong scrambled to retrieve a chair but Taeyong happened to be a little faster, placing a chair behind his boss, allowing him to take a seat. He instinctively crossed his legs.

Jaehyun reached into his jacket's inner pocket and took out the emerald necklace. Uncrossing his legs, he rested his elbows on his lap. He leaned over, never taking his eyes off me. It was like he wanted to test my reactions. He let the necklace drop from his hand, only for the chain to catch on his ring finger just like Lucas did before. 

"You want to know why you're here?" He asked obviously not intending to let me answer.

"I'll tell you why you're here," He growled through clenched teeth.

"Lucas."

I stared at the necklace avoiding his eyes. The room suddenly felt hot.

"I want to know who you are and what happened with you and Lucas."

Boiling, the room suddenly felt boiling, like my skin had been lit on fire. The walls seemed like they've gotten closer together and all I wanted to do was scream.

He knows. Oh my fucking god, he knows. He knows about Lucas. He knows that I killed Lucas. Fuck! How could I have been so stupid as to wear the necklace that I stole from a major mob boss and while performing in front of a room full of his men!? Why was I so foolish to think that no one would recognize it?

I close my eyes attempting to think.

Okay Y/N, be calm. Think! Okay. The only way that I even have a chance of getting out of here alive and with minimal bodily harm is if I can somehow convince them that I didn't kill Lucas. I have to stay strong. I can't mess this up. No matter how much they hurt me, I can't let them know what I did. I will get through this alive. I always find a way to survive.  

"Would you like to start the interrogation, sir?" Taeyong asked.

"No, actually I would not like to start the interrogation."

Taeyong and Doyoung both cast each other glances of confusion and I let myself relax as much as I could in this type of situation.

"No. Let's save the official interrogation for tomorrow. Tonight, I want to have a little fun."

My body clenched again.

"Fuck yeah!" Doyoung exploded. "Let's teach this fucking bitch a lesson."

"No," began Jaehyun. "Tonight, I want her all to myself. Doesn't that sound fun, Kitten?"

I didn't dare look up at him, instead I turned towards Doyoung who looked more than disappointed about not being able to beat my face into a bloody pulp.

"What's wrong? Is our Kitten shy?"

I was frozen still.

"Tell Winwin to bring down my scotch."

I saw Doyoung nod before he rushed out of my vision.

My head remained turned away from the pink-haired gangster who was now breathing down my neck.

"Normally I would tell you that if you somehow managed to be a good girl that I would go easy on you but I think we both know that's not how things are going to go."

I let out a small whimper and the man responded with a chuckle.

"Awww. Does our little kitten think that if she meows, I'll go easy on her?"

Jaehyun grabbed my face and painfully squeezed it. He moved his closer to mine until his was just centimeters away. His eyes flickered from my eyes down my face and then down my unclothed body.

Okay! It’s time for our trigger warning! *Air horn sounds*

Trigger warning: inferring non-consensual sex, physical assault

"You know...I'm sure Lucas must have had a lot of fun with you. I wonder if my boys would as well."

Spit.

"God!" Jaehyun yelled, wiping my saliva off his face.

The ounce of power I felt in that moment was quickly washed away as a large ring-covered hand came crashing against my already swollen cheek.

End of Triggering Scene

The door opened and although my vision was fuzzy, I was able to see the shape of the person walking down the stairs.

The closer he got to us, the easier it was to make out his appearance.

I hadn't seen him before. He definitely wasn't at the performance last night.

His hair was short and curly. It reminded me of the memes comparing Justin Timberlake's hair to ramen; the only difference being that this man's hair was black. Besides the obvious perm, his hair looked the most natural out of all of the higher-up gang members. His face was small and cute but he looked more irritated than playful. His facial proportions were perfect and symmetrical. If Taeyong was an anime character, this guy was a porcelain doll. Even his body was doll-like, being considerably slimmer than that of his colleagues. He appeared to be the same height as Doyoung based on how he looked standing next to Taeyong.

He shook Taeyong’s hand and handed him the bottle of scotch he had brought into the room with him.

"How was the show?" the man asked, revealing his thick Chinese accent, not even glancing my way.

Korean was already hard for me to understand, but Korean spoken in any dialect other than the Seoul dialect made for pure confusion.

"Don't even ask," Taeyong responded.

"I'm sorry I missed it," the raven-haired man replied.

"Don't be," Jaehyun interjected. "The real show is just about to begin."

Jaehyun grabbed the liquor bottle from Taeyong and set it on a nearby table. He removed his jacket, setting it on his hair.

"Is this the girl?" the man asked. I turned to realize that he was watching me as I watched his boss.

"This is her," Jaehyun grabbed a dusty glass that was resting on the broken pool table and used his button up shirt to wipe it off. Returning the bottle of scotch, he poured himself a generous double.  

The newcomer approached me and started examining me, something I should have been used to by now but was understandingly not.

"Huh," he said under his breath, only loud enough for the two of us to hear.

Something was off. He didn't look at me the same way that Doyoung, Taeyong, and Jaehyun had. With them, I could see anger and rage within their eyes. With Mark, all you saw was confusion. With this guy, you didn't see any anger in his eyes just pure curiosity and a tiny resemblance of the confusion Mark held.

"What did you say, WInWin?" Jaehyun asked, glancing towards us.

"Nothing. What do we know about her?"

"Right, you weren't at the meeting either so all you know is that she had the necklace," Taeyong interjected.

Winwin nodded.

"We don't know her name yet or any of the other details involving Lucas or you know who," Taeyong looked towards Jaehyun who was tightly gripping his drink.

"Go ask Taeil or Yuta to catch you up," Jaehyun snarled. "Tae, you stay here."

Winwin nodded and left up the stairs.    

"This is going to be a long night," Taeyong sighed.

"Not long enough," Jaehyun said under his breath. He rolled up with sleeves one by one, downed his scotch, then poured another one.

I just sat their bracing myself, unable to do anything else as Jaehyun made his way towards me.

"You helped kill someone very important to me but since I can't have fun with a woman without offering her a drink first..."

Jaehyun brought the still dirty glass to my lips.

"Drink it. It's the only pain killer you'll get," He whispered.

As he tilted the glass, I start swallowing as much as I could until Jaehyun purposely dropped the glass mid pour, letting it fumble off my lap and crash onto the hard floor.

"Ooops."

I stared at the broken shards of glass on the floor. It felt like time slowed down and I started sobbing again.

"Crying already? But we haven't even started yet," he taunted.

"I don't know who Lucas is," I pleaded.

"Don't fucking lie to me."

I didn't want to look up because I knew that the glass falling to the ground meant more than a single fuck you. By letting the glass fall to the ground, Jaehyun was telling me, "Look. This is what I'm gonna do to you. I'm going to break you piece by piece until you're just as shattered as this glass. You won't resemble yourself after I'm done with you." He didn't say it out loud, but I heard it loud and clear.

Trigger warning: The following scene contains: Major violence, like a lot of hitting and abuse, it’s about to get bad, okay? you’ve been warned

Solidifying his point, Jaehyun threw the first punch. I had never been punched by anyone before, other than Lucas. One would think that having the prior experience of being struck by a mob boss would have at least let me know what to expect in this situation but it didn't; this was much worse.

When Lucas had punched me, he had just wanted to knock me down and keep me there. When Jaehyun punched me, it was like he had been holding back his entire life and emptying the anger from every childhood temper tantrum, every high school breakup, every fight with his parents, and every stubbed toe into this one punch. The punch was so hard that images of these scenarios flashed before my eyes but after I looked back up at the man who starred in these images, I realized that he wasn't channeling all of his past pains. He was just angry, which was even scarier. That became obvious to me as he pulled his fist back, preparing for the next punch.

This punch was even worse than the first. Blood splattered from my mouth landing across the room onto Taeyong's face.

He furrowed his brows, showing minor disgust.

"Boss, I understand the situation but you're hitting much harder than usual, and keep in mind that you usually hit much bigger people as well," Taeyong explained trying to get his boss to ease up a bit.

The third punch landed, causing my nose to pour blood. I had no idea how I was still conscious, let alone that I still had all of my teeth.

"Boss!" Taeyong exclaimed.

Jaehyun ignored him.

I could barely open my left eye as it was already swelling.

Another hit, this one weaker than the others, but it was still enough to cause blood to pour out of my other nostril.

"Boss!" I hear Taeyong’s voice.

I felt hands wrapping around my neck, his grip becoming tight enough to block off my air passages that were already struggling to breath due to all the blood gushing around.

OKAY END OF TRIGGERING SCENE

"Tell me who did it! Was it you or him? Tell me! Fucking tell me!" He voice sounded desperate and defeated.

"Jaehyun! Stop! You can't kill her! We still need her to tell us how to find Lucas!"

Find Lucas? What?

I moved my mouth, but no words came out. For a short moment, I remembered my dream. The irony of having my life end in the same way that my dream had ended was the last thing I had thought of before I completely lost consciousness.  

[kpopcotton]

Simply Soft ~ NCT 127 ver.

a/n ~ here is the final version of simply soft.. i hope you like it!!

• Prompt: johnny. just johnny. • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, nct member!reader  • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of nct • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

==≎==

Taeil

ok google, what does soft mean?

never have you seen taeil so whipped for someone

always supporting you and looking at you with the biggest heart eyes

haechan pretends to get jealous and petty whenever taeil shows you more attention than him

you have competitions sometimes

but besides that,

you show taeil so much love and he has so much to give in return

he’s not the best at expressing his love, but you know he cares through the little things

like when he cleans up after you 

or gives you firm hugs that last tens of minutes at a time when you aren’t feeling the best

or lets you rest in his bed if you fall asleep during the haechan movie nights you crash

he finds you so precious and never wants to see you sad

his favorite time to hang out with you is right after the two of you get home from a busy day

doesn’t matter what you both did, he’ll make sure to find you at the dorms

most of the time he just gives you the look which means he’s picked out some snacks and is ready when you are

to him, there is nothing better than taking a shower and then inviting you to put on face masks and dance to music

lets you pick the playlist

but, he’s very picky about what kind of music it is

either gives you one of his hoodies or steals one of yours

you both get comfy clothes on

and then apply skincare before picking a face mask and putting them on each other

lots of cute selfies that will never be shared but always treasured

in conclusion, taeil loves relaxing with you

“oh! oh, this is the song! quick, come dance!”

==≎==

Johnny

are you ready for another...

johnny’s communication center?

probably not

you’ve only gotten to appear in one of johnny’s youtube videos which was like a 40-second debut

rip y/n

however, contrary to popular belief, you do spend time with him

he’s like the best big brother in the world, even if he’s younger than you

brings you to clothing stores, coffee shops, bookstores, ikea

any place you can buy things really

his favorite places to go with you are clothing stores

forces you to try on clothes that are in his style just to see how they look on you

whines when you try to get him to wear your style of clothing

says your fashion sense is terrible and sad

but wears the clothes anyway to see your reaction

loves seeing you smile

sometimes you go through johnny’s fashion evaluation

either horrendous combinations or luxury styles

there is no in-between

in the case of horrendous combinations (which happened at a thrift store in chicago):

he had you put on a sparkly rainbow bikini top that left little to the imagination, khakis, a lumberjack flannel around your neck, a bandana around your head, sunglasses that had to be at the tip of your nose, and thigh-high, high heeled boots

you had never felt more out of place and uncomfortable in your life

but johnny loved it every second of it

you made sure to get him back though

you gave him a neon blue lacy bralette, a puke green and brown sweater that you forced him to tie into a crop top, jean shorts that were too short with leggings underneath, knee-high socks with laces pulled over the leggings, and strappy sandals

he pretended to model the outfit for you confidently but his bright red neck and cheeks gave it away that he was embarrassed

in the case of luxury items (which was in some uptown, expensive store in japan):

johnny somehow managed to pick out an outfit that accentuated all of your best features with a color that made you feel confident and sexy

you felt you had never looked better

you returned the favor of course and gave him a suit that was definitely a perfect fit and it was obviously red because when does johnny not look good in red

“damn, y/n, look at us! we are the visuals of nct no doubt!”

==≎==

Taeyong

duality.

never have you seen a more confusing duo in kpop history

aeygo to the maxxxx

charisma to that maxxxx

it’s like a metronome how fast you two change when you’re together

the power.

neither soft stans nor hard stans can handle it

the twitter timeline is a dangerous place

fans could be cooing at you both and having heart pains while commenting about how babie you two are

but then die because the next picture is you in all black with a harness doing a questionably 18+ pose with taeyong who’s probably got his signature crop top on

n e ways, let us move on

taeyong adores you so much and it honestly makes him so flustered when you spend time with him

he loves, loves, loves when you take him out

he doesn’t leave the dorm much unless it’s for work

invite him to join you anywhere and he’ll instantly agree with so much enthusiasm, it’ll make you want to give him the world (though he deserves it)

he enjoys the little things

like walking down the street and bumping shoulders every so often while you guys talk about your days

or holding hands while crossing the street to make sure the other is safe

if you go somewhere to eat and offer a bite to him, he’ll melt

do anything for him and he’ll melt, really

one time you held the door for him and he had heart eyes the rest of the night

another time, you complimented his taste in fashion while you took a few pictures of him for instagram and he couldn’t stop smiling

how can he be so precious?

always tries to impress you with a surprise while you are out

he might spoil his new solo track or pay for a meal if you stop anywhere to eat, but that’s when he’s feeling extra

one time he surprised you with a tight hug and a genuine thank you that actually made you cry

“baby, please... spend some time.. with me?”

==≎==

Yuta

you and yuta are like two peas in a pod

like peanut butter and jelly

like strawberries and chocolate

like french fries and burgers

like fish and chips

sorry, i’ll stop with food pairs im kinda hungry right now

anyways, you get it

yuta feels lost when you aren’t around. you are his best friend, his other half (winwin who?)

yuta without you just feels... wrong

nct’s instragram is full of the pictures you guys take when you go on adventures together, which is very often

it’s his favorite thing to do with you; traveling and exploring

you pull up a map on your phone and go buck wild

you’ve both found some pretty cool places and some amazing views

you found a hidden cove somewhere off the coast in california but you guys got in trouble later that day because no one could find you

turns out you guys had wandered a lot farther than you thought

the pictures you showed the group made up for it

they were gorgeous candids of the both of you, laughing and smiling together

one was a timed one where you were both jumping

all of these photos and videos were posted to instagram which made a lot of people happy just to see yuta and you so happy in your elements

sometimes, you guys force mark to join you which takes some convincing because you two are always trouble 

mark wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but those moments he shares with the two of you are where he has the most fun

he never knew two people could love each other platonically as much as the two of you do

however, he wants to barf whenever you guys call each other sappy pet names because, ew, third wheeling

“where should we go today, honey?”

==≎==

Doyoung

my birthday twin, let’s get it

how do i even begin to explain how much this boy cares?

you are the third member on his “favorite member” list

now, don’t get petty when he says you’re third

the story of how you got demoted from first is a bit funny in hindsight, jeno (who’s in first) takes the liberty of making fun of you for it whenever you hang out

jungwoo (who owns second) always tries to stand up for you though

you were messing around with taeyong on top of a set-piece while shooting a music video

doyoung had scolded you and told you to stop or else you would get hurt

you decided to laugh off his warning because you “weren’t that clumsy” 

turns out you were

taeyong did something cool (when does he not?) and you wanted to try it, so after he told you how to do it a few times, you did

you fell

not very far, only a couple feet, but you landed on your back

the sound was so loud that it startled everyone

doyoung had a heart attack

he thought you died

you had the wind knocked out of you and your back was a little sore, but other than that you were fine

at least ten people swarmed you

including taeyong who was apologizing like crazy

doyoung was right there, lifting you up and already giving you an earful about how he told you to be cautious

once people were sure you were fine and didn’t have a concussion, they left you alone

doyoung doesn’t like much physical affection, but he’ll put that aside to smother you against his chest and harshly reprimand you

he’s a mom friend and will always be

will never tell you, but he prizes the moments when you get sick or hurt

sounds sadistic, and maybe it is, but he loves when you are a helpless baby and he has to take care of you

always scolding you for compromising your health, but doesn’t stop pampering you

tells the other members off when they try to help him

makes you soup when you are sick and gets you anything you ask for without complaint

if you get hurt, he’s right there with some form of first aid

and since i know you’re wondering: yes, he will cuddle you if you ask.

“come to me when you need help, you dumb baby.”

==≎==

Jaehyun

jung jaehyun is the definition of boyfriend material

when you two get together, the aesthetic blogs pale in comparison

everything the two of you do together is an aesthetic, really

golden hour selfies on rooftops where your skin glows and your eyes look the most beautiful

candids on the streets of the city where you're illuminated by the street signs

coffee shop pictures where you look so perfectly in your element sipping coffee and looking out the window

snapshots of “date nights” where you stay in to watch movies or kdramas with popcorn, candy, and a bottle of wine

couple’s outfits where you pose like models while someone takes your photo

you guys do it all

honestly, the biggest ship in all of nct is you and jaehyun

fanfiction writers are jealous no doubt because how the hell can the two of you live out their writings so flawlessly

some people use the pictures the two of you take as templates for their mood boards or “nct as boyfriends” projects

you both probably started a vlog series on the nct youtube account

however, the time you guys spend together is strictly platonic, no matter how badly people want you two to “just date”

neither of you tries anything romantic because blegh, disgusting, i’ve known this person for so long they are literally my best friend, my sibling, a family member i’ve never had but always wanted

sure, jaehyun’s ears turn red whenever you guys dress up in similar outfits but it’s because of people’s reactions

if you see a picture with jaehyun shy next to you, it’s probably because johnny is screaming behind the scenes about how good the two of you look

speaking of johnny, he’s the hype man

also, sort of, maybe, kinda the reason you guys do so much aesthetic stuff

he says you guys are too good looking not to “bless the world with your visuals”

to sum this up, jaehyun treasures you and does the most with you

“what are you wearing today? we should match since it’s our friend-iversary!”

==≎==

WinWin

see wayv ver.

==≎==

Jungwoo

i love him with all my heart and i really miss him right now

it’s real soft hours up in here

not a single moment where you aren’t giving each other all the love you can muster

big comfy sweaters with sweater paws

love confessions every hour

always telling you he loves you and that you are his

treats you like royalty while also babying you into next week

he’s honestly the sweetest person on the planet and he can’t handle himself around you because dang, you really be out here existing and stuff

looking that good

since he’s so affectionate, i see him cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow

will build a pillow fort for you

honestly, he will do anything for you as long as you say please

not afraid to kiss you either. don’t matter where or when, he’s ready

some would say it’s his favorite thing to do

your cheek looking extra squishy that day? his lips have claimed that territory

your forehead exposed? kiss.

your neck easily accessible? smooch.

your hand in his? peck.

your lips in a pout? he better hold himself back because he’s about ready to risk it all just to give you a kith

the other members try not to seem too surprised every time you accept his lips on your skin

they freak out whenever it happens to them, or get super flustered

they don’t know how you handle his affection so well

you say it’s a talent when they ask you

a.k.a. you treasure all the affection he gives you because he is literally the best boy and you would die for him

he worships you on the daily (lucky)

he says his heart beats irregularly whenever you are around because he loves you that much

it was actually scientifically proven during a tv show when you had to make other members’ heart rates fluctuate with aegyo

you hadn’t started doing anything yet, but just by looking at you his heart did a boom boom and everyone freaked out

holds the title of the member with the best hair second-biggest ship in all of nct and of course, it’s with you

fans have so many videos of jungwoo hanging off of you and being clingy

always talking about you like you put the stars in the sky

you know that video when jungwoo was giving mark “the look”? it’s like that with you but at least ten times worse and all the time because you are his baby, his world, his favorite member

always has to comment about what you two did that day

never ever forgets to talk about how much he cares about you

“yeah, y/n and i are close. i love them with all my heart. they are perfect!”

==≎==

Mark

see dreamies ver

==≎==

Haechan

see dreamies ver

[unmanageable-day]

12. Between a friend and another friend

When you are friends for so long, and it has never come across your mind to date one of them. Until one particular guy friend of yours came to offer you a relationship, a new chapter of life like no other before.

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Things started to be more awkward with Doyoung ever since he initiated the first kiss. He would try to talk casually to you. But you would avoid seeing him because there is no way you won't be all red like a boiled crab. Of course you were quite aware about the 'consequences' of engaging in a romantic relationship with one, is that at some point you would be lovey dovey with all that skinship. But this is Doyoung, one of your used to be close friends that is being talked about. This was one of the many reasons why you don't date a guy from your circle. It felt weird to be physically romantic and passionately affectionate with them. Even when one of them now was your soon to be husband.

On top of that, of all people, Taeyong who kept coming back to stop by at your place—either unconsciously or maybe purposively, had to witness the scene when you had no way to escape but to accept that 3 second kiss. Neither you nor Doyoung knew he was there. Doyoung simply thought Taeyong had given up eventually and stopped 'stalking' at your place. For goodness sake, time kept ticking and the big day for both couples was just getting closer. Taeyong shouldn't be messing around now. Even Doyoung involved himself way actively—even way eager than you to prepare everything. With the packed schedule and long list stuff to do, you and Doyoung barely met the other friends.

One day you and Doyoung finally had time to breathe after a hectic day from the second fitting for the wedding dress, getting the groom's tuxedo, finalizing concept for a pre-wedding photoshoot, and matching the flowers with the hanbok colors the parents will wear. Doyoung took you to a tea house he personally visits alone often, particularly since the others were more coffee-person. You let out a dramatic deep sigh, whining and complaining while waiting for a pot of chamomile tea being brewed.

"Honestly why do people make such a fuss for a wedding day?"

Doyoung chuckled. "I promise this is the first and the last time you're doing all of this."

"It's too tiring. Why did I even say yes to you in the first place?" you groaned. "We should have waited for Johnny to get married first and then we can use all the vendors he uses. I mean, the quality would be 100% guaranteed since it's Johnny we're talking about." You continued rambling as you munched the freshly baked cookies served just now.

"I know right." Doyoung grinned wide looking at your laid back position holding a pillow. "Speaking of Johnny, he's actually coming here with Yuta and Mark."

You nodded. You felt all of the remaining energy in your body was not enough to keep on babbling this and that. In silence, you let Doyoung grip your hands and play with them. To this extent, you could still hold the shyness in although you could feel your cheeks slowly heated up. It was odd. Hugging him just felt like the usual, just like hugging your other guy friends. But why when your hands were in his and being playfully squeezed felt different ...and somewhat more intimate? And yes, if he goes further and bolder, it definitely will be another story.

Johnny, Yuta and Mark popped out of nowhere without the loudness they usually carry with them, making you startled and immediately pulled your hands back to your own. Yuta and his hawk eyes noticed that and obviously can't help but teasing you. "No need to be shy, honey. We totally understand," he said as he tucked his long hair behind his ear.

"Shut up," you spat as you got up, trying to brush off the embarrassment. "I'll go to toilet for a while," you informed Doyoung a bit quietly. You had no idea why you did that though.

Doyoung just nodded as his eyes followed you until you were out of his sight. This was when the mood changed between the guys as the older ones brought up a topic that may or may not affect the steady relationship between Doyoung and you. After this Doyoung seemed to have to wear his poker face and keep the boys mouth shut.

... If that was not too late since you came back from the toilet sooner.

You could catch their words pretty clearly which mostly about that one bestfriend issue. You heard them talking about how Taeyong and Hyemi now became unstable and there was great possibility of Taeyong being on the edge with Hyemi.

You approached the boys without making any sound from your slow steps. "What happened with Taeyong?" you interrupted with a major concern look on your face.

Yuta and Johnny instantly stopped talking. They exchanged look that was full of uncertainty with Doyoung.

"Nothing," Doyoung responded quickly. "He's doing okay."

"Yeah, it's just a matter of that pre-wedding drama and all," Johnny added.

"Probably he's just stressed a lot from the wedding prep. He'd rather work on new songs in the studio." Even Mark made an excuse.

You looked at each and every guy before you. You tried to read their expression but they were way too good at making poker faces.

"You're lucky to have Doyoung." Now it was Yuta's turn. "Your families are close, you two are good friends. At least that's already less drama. What else could go wrong?"

You were not sure how to argue against these guys. Even in normal circumstances (by normal it means you bickering over something that has nothing to do with the society interest, environment sustainability and the human being in the universe), you would never win the match. And now in the amidst scenario of 'friends to lovers' that had never been expected, right on the edge of losing a bestest friend of yours, he dared to say "what else could go wrong"?

You sighed. "But he is really okay, right? He will make up with Hyemi some way somehow, right?"

Doyoung got up from his seat and took your hand, suggesting you to sit down. He knew that instant many things going around your head the moment Taeyong's name was up. "No need to worry," he tried to reassure you. A sharp gaze was landed at Johnny's eyes as Doyoung said, "We've got Johnny, the genuine listener—according to Jaehyun."

The tallest had to draw a big smile and raised his thumbs up as if he was advertising a service. "As a matter of fact, Jaehyun and I will ensure Taeyong won't get overworked or lock himself in the studio."

You glanced at Johnny, still with a concerned expression. You just knew there was something about Taeyong they tried to hide from you. And at this point, it was impossible to ask Taeyong directly, let alone to Hyemi.

"Jooyeon, look at the time." Doyoung tapped your shoulder lightly, yet effectively snapping you to get yourself together. "We promised to have dinner at home. My mom must be waiting."

"You're right. We should go now." You quietly followed Doyoung bidding good bye to the other guys.

The trip to Doyoung's house was filled by utter silence. Aside from the long day you both had, you couldn't help but thinking to yourself, again, is this the right thing to do? These thoughts would automatically fade away whenever you remembered Doyoung's words about no turning back. And also when your parents treated Doyoung like their own beloved son, and vice versa, Doyoung's parents always welcomed you warmly.

"Honey, what took you so long?" Doyoung's mom greeted you with a big hug.

"Sorry. We stopped by to buy some cake for dessert," you sweetly answered.

"Daughters are really the best. Hyesung and Doyoung's brother now rarely come home. It would be nice if you're around."

You flashed a soft smile at Doyoung's parents.

"Doyoung said you make a good breakfast set. Why don't you stay tonight and join us for breakfast?" Even Doyoung's dad favored you a lot.

So that was how you ended up sitting awkwardly in Doyoung's bed after dinner and dish washing. Doyoung's mom provided you one of her pajamas while you were waiting silently for Doyoung to come back from cleansing his face.

"Make yourself at home," Doyoung's mom said with mischievous eyes and smile.

Once he came back, he directly jumped on to his bed, scooted until he had contact to the wall on the other edge, and started to assemble the blanket. He was preparing for your space beside him and you just stared at him. You could feel your cheeks blushing again.

"Come on, it's not like we never sleep on the same bed," he snapped.

[sm-entertain-me]

Twisted Twister (M)

Contains: Mark Lee x (f) reader, adult language, smut, sexual themes, minute exhibitionism, teasing, unprotected sex (stay smart, stay safe), dom!Mark, sub!reader, spanking, orgasm denial/edging

Synopsis: It's game night at the dorm! And the game that was picked was none other than the seemingly innocent game of Twister. Seemingly because you just can't help but get sweet revenge on Mark for all the times he's teased you over the course of your relationship.

“Right foot red!” Haechan shouted excitedly over the upbeat music playing in the background, watching as everyone in their previous positions had to move to accommodate for the new direction they were given. The game had originally started with eight people, clearly reaching the maximum occupancy much earlier than expected. You were pretty sure the most amount of people to play Twister was four, but Johnny, Doyoung, Yuta, and Taeyong wouldn’t leave you, Mark, Taeil, and Jaehyun alone. They all wanted to play to make it that much more interesting, seeing how long you guys could go and see who would cause everyone to fall down.

The only people left standing were you, Mark, and Johnny after Yuta fell first and wiped out Doyoung and Jaehyun on the way down. Taeil tried to catch his balance when he has to take his right foot from red all the way to green, losing his balance and grabbing Taeyong’s ankle when Taeyong started to laugh at him. “How come the ones who speak English the best are the ones left standing?” Yuta whined as he was sitting on the floor, pouting next to Haechan as he helped him spin and call out random positions. Doyoung glared over at him from the couch, setting his phone down on his chest to better his focus, “Because somebody decided to take out me and Jaehyun on the third move!” Yuta only shrugged at Doyoung’s feigned anger, “Not my fault you can’t hold yourself up.”

As they were all arguing, you looked around to see the position you guys were in. Johnny was in a very painful looking position on the ground, stretching his lanky body across the plastic mat as he tried to place his toe on the red circle that was void of any other appendages, his tongue sticking out to improve his determination. Then you looked behind you and saw just how close Mark was to you, one step back and your ass would be on his crotch. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. He had been getting on your nerves all day and has done nothing but tease you, both in a mocking way and in a sexual way. You decided that if Haechan were to call out right or left hand blue, it would be your time for sweet revenge. 

Silently praying to the gods above for Haechan to call out the desired color, you waited patiently on your mark to see what would be the next direction, met with Yuta and Doyoung getting into a screaming match over the fact that Yuta wiped out 1/4th of the competition in a solid two minutes. “Guys!” Jungwoo shouted over everyone as he was cradling a bag of chips in his hands, causing everyone to look over at him in shock since he wasn’t one to yell. Once Jungwoo got everyone’s attention, he smiled softly and motioned to Haechan, “Go ahead and spin Haechannie. I want to see who wins this obviously important game of Twister.” The emphasis of the word obviously was the key to revealing his sarcasm as he sat on the couch with Doyoung, offering him some chips to calm himself. The next command that flew from Haechan’s lips forced a smile on your face, chuckling slightly, “Y/N, right hand blue.”

The devilish grin on your face never left as you made sure to adjust your position on the dots, moving slightly backwards as you bent over in a sexual way in front of Mark, arching your back in the process to make your ass bulge out just a bit more to have it press firmly on Mark’s crotch. Mark’s lips parted slightly as he inhaled sharply at the new contact, feeling how plush your ass was against his crotch since you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath your tight yoga pants. You weren’t particularly keen on wearing underwear with your yoga pants since they always showed off your panty lines, giving up on the underwear altogether. Usually Mark wouldn’t complain at the fact you weren’t wearing any underewear, but the fact that you were pressing your ass against his slightly hard bulge was something he was dreading. 

Another argument formed after Haechan had to leave to go to the bathroom, causing Yuta and Winwin to dive for the spinner to claim control over the passionate game of Twister. As they were busy bickering, you pushed yourself harder against Mark, feeling his body tense underneath you. “Y/N,” Mark warned as he tried his best to stay upright, keeping his hands to himself when he would normally be extremely handsy with you by grabbing your hips and pushing himself against you. “What? I’m just playing a game,” You teased as you craned your neck backwards to look up at him, a smirk playing on your face as you wiggled your hips, pushing his steadily hardening cock from side to side. That action caused Mark to exhale deeply, throwing his head back and glancing up at the ceiling to distract himself and keep his hormones to a minimum, “Just wait until we get home.” 

When order was restored among the dorm mates, the game continued as usual. Johnny was required to move his leg yet again to another spot, defying the laws of gravity to keep his body from crashing down on the floor beneath him. You admired his determination, but you knew he would eventually fall. That was, until Mark pulled a Yuta by acting like he was genuinely reaching for the space he was supposed to go to, falling on purpose and grabbing your ankles to pull you down with him. “Mark!” You screeched as you fell down with Mark, Mark pushing you in a position that had you falling right on his waist. Mark smirked up at you and he gave you an innocent look, knowing you couldn’t resist how soft his round eyes got, “What? I’m just playing a game.” Damn him for using your own words against you!

Johnny finally let his body fall to the ground, exhausted for having to keep himself up for so long in what would be considered the more painful and odd looking positions. Cheers erupted for Johnny as you were too busy being mad at Mark for causing you to fall, finally understanding why Doyoung got so mad at Yuta for doing the same thing to both him and Jaehyun. “I’m going to kill you,” You muttered as you waited for Johnny to come over to you and help you off of Mark, springing to your feet and crossing your arms angrily over your chest. Mark simply shrugged as Jungwoo helped him to his feet, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Even though he lost the game, he knew he already won.

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When the two of you got home, Mark wasted no time grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the bedroom so you could take care of the bulge in his pants that you ultimately caused. He sat himself on the edge of the bed and brought you to the side of him, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you over his legs to have your ass in the air, running his hands over the soft fabric of your leggings before latching his fingers into the waistband and ripping them down your thighs. Mark licked his lips as he moved his hand from the back of your neck to fisting a handful of hair, letting the soft tresses of your hair wrap around his knuckles as he pulled you up to face him, letting his lips brush your ear, “This is what happens when you tease me in front of all my friends, babygirl.”

Mark kept his hellish grip on your hair as he let your head fall in a more comfortable position while still holding you, his hand now caressing the skin of your bare ass to admire it before he completely destroyed it. He drew his hand back particularly far before letting it crash onto the flesh of your ass, you hissing out in pleasure from the way his hand caused your ass to sting in his palms. “Count,” Mark warned as he pinched the painful area, forcing the skin to become more red and tender to make you obey. Holding back a moan that was stuck in your throat, you lifted your head slightly so he could hear you, “One.”

“Ten!” You cried out as Mark spanked you one last time, biting back the tears in your eyes since Mark really never wanted to see you cry. He took a liking to spanking when you asked him to do it one day, but you never knew just how hard that boy can hit. As you lay over his thigh, you felt Mark’s hand smooth over the hot flesh of your abused ass before sliding down and reaching his fingers into your glistening folds. Mark chuckled to himself as he moved his fingers inside of you, collecting your essence on the pads of his fingers before he pulled them out of you with a sickening pop, “Damn babygirl, you really love it when I punish you, huh? Such a naughty girl. Luckily for you, your punishment isn’t over yet.” You instinctively bit your lip, relishing at the thought of Mark ravishing you over and over again.

Taking you off of his legs, he stood you up in front of him and gripped at the fabric of your leggings that still cling to your lower thigh, yanking them to the ground and forcing you to step out of them. He smirked as his eyes focused on your weeping pussy, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you forward to bury his face in between your legs while you stood. “Oh my god, Mark,” You moaned out as your hands flew to his dark locks, gripping tightly as he pressed even further into you to fuck you with his tongue, lapping up all of your juices that coated the surface of his talented muscle. Mark hummed lowly as he pulled his tongue out of your sopping wet walls to tend to the need of your pulsing clit, causing you to squirm in his arms. He only tightened his grip on your hips to keep you in place, listening to the way you keened for him. Your moans were music to his ears, and he wanted to hear the whole symphony by the time he was done with you.

“M-Mark, yes right there! Don’t stop!” You screamed up at the ceiling, your eyes shut tight as you were readying yourself to cum all over his tongue. Mark’s lips formed a smile as he closed them tightly over your clit, sucking violently on the sensitive bud to pull you into your high. Your thighs were shaking at how good Mark was making you feel, only imagining the amount of liquid flowing out of you and dibbling down Mark’s chin. Another moan fell from your lips as the image danced in your head, digging your nails into Mark’s scalp as you prepared yourself to let go, only to have Mark pull his mouth completely off of you and releasing his grip on your waist. 

Whining in protest at his actions, you looked down at Mark who was wiping your essence off of his chin on the back of his hand, wiping it on the bed sheets before looking up at you with a shit eating grin. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t like being edged on for so long?” Mark teased, pushing himself off of the bed and walking to the dresser to strip out of his clothes in favor of his sleep clothes. “Mark! What the hell?” You yelled, feeling how weak your legs had grown from the assault on your clit, angry with how Mark decided to pay you back for the stunt you pulled tonight. Mark turned around with a smirk on his face, “Is someone upset?” 

“Yes! Very! You can’t just do that to me!” You complained as you sat down on the bed to give your legs some time to recover, watching as Mark stood in front of you without his shirt or anything besides his boxers. Mark pushed you down on the bed harshly, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the mattress below, “Then sit still like a good girl and I’ll fuck you until the only word you know is my name. That is, if you don’t pull that shit again.” Nodding vigorously at his demands, you relaxed your back on the mattress and looked up at Mark with innocent eyes of your own, becoming the epitome of a good girl for him because all you wanted was for him to do what he said. Fuck you until the only word you know is his name.

Mark opted for one of his favorite positions, settling himself in between your legs while he sat on his knees and held your legs out to the side for you, lifting your lower back off of the mattress as he plowed into you. The force behind his strokes was so hard that you had to push a pillow in between your head and the headboard because of how much your head was banging against it. “So fucking good,” Mark moaned out as he lifted you higher off of the bed to achieve greater depths, motioning for you to keep your legs in this position since he wanted to touch you more. You nodded at him as you wrapped your legs around his waist, him leaning forward and gripping your throat in his hand. He applied the right amount of pressure as he continued to fuck you into the mattress, restricting proper flow of oxygen to your brain to take you to your high. It would only be a matter of time before your already aching walls would clench and pulse around his thick cock.

As time went on, Mark’s grip on your neck got tighter, his strokes became more precise and harder as he would completely throw himself into you almost to the point where it was too painful, and the sound of your bodies smacking together got louder and louder. Even though his hand was restricting airflow, that didn’t stop you from screaming at the top of your lungs throughout the house to encourage him to go faster, deeper, and harder if that was even possible. Mark’s grunts grew louder every time your moans grew louder, drawing his cock completely out of you just to ram it back in, kissing the beginning of your cervix to ensure his whole length was in you to find that oh so special spot. He knew he found it when your eyes shot open and your mouth opened the widest it had gotten all night. 

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum all over my cock,” Mark demanded, moving in such a way that his cock would pierce your G-spot over and over again, groaning at the way your walls tightened around his cock from each stroke. Although his strokes were becoming sloppy to indicate he was ready to release inside of you, he wouldn’t cum until you were screaming his name. “Cum for me!” Mark demanded for the last time as he used all of his remaining energy to thrust deep inside of you, sending you tumbling over the edge as you screamed his name to the ceiling. “Oh my god! Mark, Mark! Oh fuck, Mark!” You screamed listlessly, arching your back up against him for him to feel the way your clit pulsed and the way your aching walls sucked him in towards your core, cumming hard around him. That alone caused him to spill his seed inside of you, his mouth hanging open as he whispered profanities. You felt the warmth of his cum coat your walls, smiling at the way it seemed to relax you and coax you into a slightly drowzy state while Mark remained in you to give a few more thrusts to ease himself out of his high.

You two never moved from that position, Mark leaning against your torso with his as you breathed wildly against each other to try and calm yourselves, the heat between your bodies seeming to grow more intense as time went on. Mark finally leaned up from your body to look at you through hooded eyes, smiling adorably as he moved slightly, still careful to keep himself inside of you so none of his cum would seep onto the sheets when he was prepared to clean it up. He pressed an innocent kiss to your forehead, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and sighing in relief before he spoke quietly, “I love you.” You beamed brightly at him, pulling him back to kiss your lips. As you two pulled away, Mark’s phone buzzed to reveal a text from Yuta. Groaning lightly as he still had to remain inside of you to grab his phone, he checked the message and chuckled, looking up at you before he spoke, “Yuta wants to have a Twister rematch.” 

[duhragonball]

Logan Paul

I did some research for that Coffe Shop AU fic I did last month, because I got it in my head to set it in Japan, and I wanted to make sure I got Japan right, or at least right enough that it wouldn’t be super-obviously wrong.    The last time I tried to write anything set in Japan was when I tried to write Tenchi Muyo! fics, and I quickly realized I had no idea what I was doing, so I noped all the characters into outer space, where I could make stuff up.    

But that was 19 years ago, and now we have YouTube, with tons of videos about travel and tourism and local custom.    I often regard YouTube with contempt, but I have to be honest, it’s a bigger part of my life than I want to admit.   YouTube taught me how to change the headlights on my old Pontiac G6; it lets me watch all the good parts of Star Wars on-demand, and it taught me not to eat while walking around town in Japan.  

Anyway, now I get recommended all these videos about Japan, and they’re kind of fun to watch.   I checked out one about capsule hotels, because I could never tell if those were are really good or really bad idea.   I’m at least satisfied now that I could fit in one of those things if I needed to use one.   Then I came across this video about Logan Paul.   

In case you’re not familiar with him, Logan Paul is the jackass vlogger who decided to do his show in Japan for a little while, and while he was there he found a dead body in a forest and filmed it.   This drew international outrage, and from what I understand his popularity nosedived afterward.    I didn’t pay much attention to his story at the time, because there’s a million jackass vloggers on YouTube, and it struck me that the only thing special about him was that he had the budget to fly to Japan, and the celebrity to actually get in trouble for doing something offensive.    

Then I watched this video about him on Totally Not Mark’s channel.   It’s no longer there for some reason, but back in September he made this “mini-documentary” about Logan Paul’s attempt to stage some sort of comeback.   As I recall, the basic idea is that Logan’s really, really sorry for offending everyone, but he wants to be a famous YouTube celebrity again, so he’s going to do.... something... and return to his former prominence.   And he’s got a film crew making a documentary out of this quest, so that if he ever succeeds, he can put out this feel-good redemption story.  

The problem is that no one knows what the hell he’s supposed to do to get people to like him again.  I mean, I’m sure he still has fans today, but not as many as he did before, and he seems to want to just hit a reset button and go back to the way things were pre-Japan.   According to Totally Not Mark’s now-deleted video, all he seemed to be coming up with were various sports events for charity.    He had a couple of boxing matches against fellow YouTuber KSI, although I don’t know that either of those fights were for charity.    Judging from his Wikipedia article, he doesn’t seem to be doing anything particularly different from before.    Mark seemed to genuinely think he might have a shot at redemption, even if the path forward isn’t obvious.   

I found the whole idea kind of stupid.   Redemption isn’t about celebrities becoming celebrities again.   If Logan Paul learned a lesson from the consequences of his actions, if he reflects on his bad behavior and takes steps to be a better person, then great, but that doesn’t mean he gets a free pass from the public.    He had an act, and people bought into it for a while, and then he took it too far and it backfired on him.   There’s some things in life you can’t undo.   Watching Mark’s mini-documentary suggested to me that Paul still hasn’t figured this out, probably because he never understood how he got so famous in the first place.    It just sort of fell into his lap before, so he doesn’t understand how he lost it, or how it’s not something he can just recreate at will.  

Anyway, that brings me back to the video above, by “That Japanese Man Yuta”.   In it, he discusses all the other videos Paul made during his visit to Japan.    The video in the forest was taken down, and Paul made a video apologizing for that one, but all these other videos paint a bigger picture of a guy who basically made it his business to wander around in a foreign country and make an ass out of himself.  He horsed around in religious sites, places of business, in the middle of traffic, and pretty much anywhere else he pleased.   As far as I can tell, the joke was one of two things.   Either it was “Hey, I’m pestering these people and they just sort of stand around and let me!” or “Hey, I’m doing the same nonsense I usually do, only this time it’s in Japan!”   

Yuta takes the time to explain exactly why Paul’s behavior is so disrespectful, but it really isn’t even an issue of Japanese culture specifically.    I wouldn’t want him doing that crap in any country, including the U.S.   Seriously, imagine if he went into a church and just started throwing coins around.     Imagine if he went to a big city and ran around in a costume in the middle of an intersection.  There’s a scene where he waves around a raw fish in public, then he gets bored with it and leaves it on the back of a taxi cab.   That might be funny in a cartoon, or some fictional comedy, but he’s doing all this “XD lol random” crap around real people who aren’t even remotely in on the joke.   Really, the joke seems to be nothing more than “Look these bystanders have no idea what I’m doing and they’re confused and annoyed by my antics.”    Then he praises the Japanese people for being “so nice”, as if they’re being good sports about the whole thing.    Well no, they were just tolerating his behavior, and even if they were being “nice” that doesn’t make his behavior right.   

And that’s why his “redemption arc” is doomed to failure.    What Paul doesn’t seem to get is that the same man-child shenanigans that got him in trouble were also responsible for his rise to stardom.    There’s not some magic formula where he can keep doing his old routine and control people’s reaction to it.    And he can’t reinvent himself because the goofball persona was the only thing that made him a big deal.  No one got into this guy because he’s a good athlete.   They want to watch him dress up in stupid costumes and throw shit at people.     Only that’s no longer tenable, so I’d say his only choice is to accept whatever fanbase he has left as his new level.  

I don’t know that I have a point to any of this.   I just watched the Mark video and thought “Wow, this Logan Paul guy is an entitled shithead.”   And then I watched the Yuta video and thought “Wow, he’s an even bigger shithead than I ever imagined.”   I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that his athletic build, lantern jaw, and curly blonde hair are probably why he’s managed to survive as many scandals as he has.    He looks like the lead in some stoner comedy, and people want to root for him and overlook his flaws.    It’d be kind of interesting to see how he does when he hits forty, but no one will be paying attention by then.   

[infinitum-imaginaerum]

For the prompt game please could you do an angst with Lucas? For 22 (situation) and 35 (sentence) thank you!!

22: Jealous & 35: You wanna bet? || Lucas;

This is long as truck cause I got carried away as hell. It’s probably not as angsty as you would have liked and for that I’m sorry but I had to really restrain myself from making this NC17. (Which I will do and post in the masterlist…. very soon…) but I’m going to post this as is!  Thank you for requesting, and I’m very sorry if it’s not what you were expecting. 

omf he’s so handsome….

A couple of the boys had invited you over for a card game,which you swore was a huge mistake on their part because it didn’t matter whatgame it was, you knew you would win even if you’d never played before. Cardswere your thing, Taeyong even told them so, but it didn’t stop them frominviting you. They doubted Taeyong; they wanted to see just how good you reallywere.

Eight and you—Taeyong,Lucas, Mark, Johnny, Haechan, Yuta, Jeno and yourself—all sat around a cardtable, Taeyong on your right, and Lucas on your left. Taeyong always opted tosit on your right because he determined that regardless of the game you wereplaying, if there was damage to be dealt, damage was a lot less likely to go tothe right since most games played left. There was no seating objection sincemost of the guys just played games for fun and didn’t really get down to thenitty gritty and specifications of where was the most strategic spot to sit.

The first game played was Beggar my Neighbor, and the objectof the game was to collect all of the cards. Taeyong chuckled; there was no realstrategy, just luck. Nobody else really chuckled as they looked around theroom, attempting to pick the luckiest player. Of course, you weren’t allowed toshuffle per the rules of the table, especially with Taeyong’s protest.  Everyone was dealt 13 cards.

Taeyong was first, since he was left of the dealer. Hisfirst card was a King, which was a big blow to you, who was next. The cardbeing a King deemed that you had to pay three forfeit cards. Taeyong grinned asyou flipped over your first card to the center of the pile on top of his King—afive. You were already shaking your head, especially as you flipped your nextcard—a seven.

Taeyong was ready to snatch up your cards as you rubbed overthe top of your next card, trying to transfer some luck into it. You closedyour eyes and flipped it over.

“Oh, my god. Only you!” Taeyong chimed, a little aggravatedwith your Jack that lay on top of the pile, saving you from forfeiting yourcards, but that turned the pile to Wong Yukhei who was a tad nervous, as he’dnever played the game before.

He flipped over his card, a six, and you collected the pile,turning to stick your tongue out at Taeyong who mocked you in return.  The game continued, turns being taken, peoplelosing cards, people lucking out, people getting away with murder. The highestnumber of cards collected in one go was eighteen by you, of course, and everyonegroaned, now believing Taeyong’s words.

Lucas was getting little bugged; he was the one who invitedyou over to play cards in the first place, and you were all but ignoring him asyou joked around with Taeyong. Johnny ended up winning the game of Beggar myNeighbor, much to everyone’s surprise as he went down in cards pretty early. Thenext game the group decided to play was called Pig, and the object was to getfour of a kind first.

That’s when Lucas’ frustration was really showing. He’dtried to have small conversation with you, but you were pretty short withespecially when Taeyong was just begging for your attention. You ended upleaning on him, trying to get a good look of his cards, just general flirtybehavior that was really getting under Lucas’ skin. He held out, continuing toplay the games as he turned away from you to talk to Mark.

The games continued, you barely even noticed that Lucas wasn’tpaying the slightest bit attention to you, as all your focus was on Taeyong.And how could it not be? The man was gorgeous; he was funny, smart, playful, sohandsome—you could barely take your eyes off him or your shoulder or hand orwhatever you had the luxury of touching him with throughout the games.

“I thought you said she had a thing for me?” Lucas askedMark quietly, kind of getting off track from the game, but it was hard to focusanyway with yours and Taeyong’s laughs being the loudest among the tables asyou goofed around.

Mark shrugged hard, just as confused as Lucas. “She does?She told me herself!” he replied, obviously unsure in his answer.

After a couple more games were over, Lucas excused himselffrom the table and the games for the night.

“Aww, Xuxi’s going to bed? It’s only eleven thirty!” youwhined, reaching out to take his long, slender fingers into yours, even as youleaned your back against Taeyong.

“I had a long day,” he bit back, wanting to tug his fingersout of your grip, but also wanting to lace them together. He could barely evenlook at you, could barely even look at the way Taeyong looked at you. He wantedto slap that stupid look right off Taeyong’s face, he wanted to whisk you awayand show everyone who you belonged to—but he couldn’t, because you didn’tbelong to anyone, and right now you looked a lot more like Taeyong’s than his.

Finally, he tugged his hand away and left to his room. Markshot you look, a questioning eyebrow raise but you brushed it off untileveryone was ready for bed and the games died down. Taeyong headed off to bednot too long after Haechan, who followed Lucas pretty soon after.  Mark sat and waited as the room cleared, Jenotrying to stay behind for dirt but was shot a pretty nasty get lost look. You wanted to leave, but Mark demanded you stay, andhe wasn’t very nice about it, either.

“He’s really hurt with you,” Mark started, wasting no timeat all.

“Who?” you asked, genuinely curious as to who he could bereferring to.

“Don’t play dumb. The one you confessed to me about.”

“Why?” you asked with a seriously confused expression.

“You cannot be that dense,” he replied to you, slapping ahand over his face. “I don’t know, because he’s the one who invited you to playcards and you spent one hundred percent of your time flirting with Taeyong infront of his face? Because I was an asshole and spilled the beans about youliking him, but only because he confessed to me about liking you? Because heinvited you to have a good time with you, not for you to have a good time withsomeone else.”

There was an uncomfortable pause between the two of you, theroom silent as you tried to steer your gaze away from him, suddenly an anxious knotin your stomach—you wanted to throw up, you were so guilty and caught redhanded, not that you were even slightly secretive about it.

“If you want him, you’re really fucking up,” Mark reaffirmed,his raised brows and piercing eyes convincing enough if it wasn’t for hislanguage.

“Should I go talk to him?” you asked, really looking forgood, honest advice right now. Mark was right, you were fucking up. Youadmitted to yourself you got carried away with Taeyong because you’d convincedyourself that you had no chance with Lucas.

“Depends on what type of message you’re trying to send.”

It didn’t take any more questions for you to get yourthoughts in order. You reared from your chair, giving Mark an apologetic lookeven though he wasn’t even close to the one who really deserved it. You ambledto Lucas’ room, the door closed tight which was unusual. Typically, when heturned in early, he at least left it cracked since he was likely to be awakefor a little while longer. Regardless, you clenched your fist, perhaps a littletighter than you intended as you were attempting to stifle the knot in yourstomach. Your white knuckles quietly rapped on the white wood separating youand him.

“Come in,” he voice faintly called from the depths of hisroom. You should have known he’d be awake. There was too much racket in thedorm for him to sleep anyway, since he needed it to be all but silent—the buzzingof electricity through the walls was almost unacceptable.

You turned the bronzed knob, pushing the door open to stepinto the entry way, the wall from his closet still blocking you from his view,so you were able to turn and close the door just as quietly behind you withouthim figuring out who it was—but it wouldn’t take more than a guess or two tofigure it out. Despite that, when you emerged from behind the closet wall, hewas a little surprised to see you.

He sat on his bed, hunching over a book with the nightstandlamp on, barely enough light for him to be able to read. The dull yellowishlight was enough to illuminate his light russet skin, and there was a lot foryour eyes to drink in, as he was sans a shirt.

He looked up at you. “My apologies,” he immediately started,“had I been expecting you, I wouldn’t have been so indecent,” he explainedfurther, frantic for a shirt before finding a tossed white tank that he hastilypulled over his body.

Although you were looking away out of respect for hisprivacy, you responded, “It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” which probably wasn’tthe best option for a response, because his face was far more than unamused. Youcould hardly look as his face, so your eyes shifted to the silver chain aroundhis neck that was now tucked into his tank, the one you’d gotten him for hisbirthday. You were happy to see he was wearing it, but it only caused the knotto double in size.

Suddenly you were at a loss for words, finding it difficultto recall what you even came in for since all you could think about wasobviously how much you’d messed up. It didn’t really matter, because Lucas washappy to fill the void.

“So, why are you here? Because I’m certain you’d rather bein Taeyong’s bedroom with him half naked; I’m sure he’s much nicer to look at,”Lucas snapped, clearly unhappy with the situation and you deserved all thevenom of that bite.

“Actually—”

“Oh, I’m sorry; I had assumed you hadn’t been with him yet.But maybe I was stupid to believe Mark when he told me how you felt for me; butmaybe he was telling the truth and you just get over things quickly.”

It was embarrassing, the way he was talking to you. It stunglike hell, but you took it because you earned it.

“I was just going to say that I wouldn’t know, and I don’treally care to know.”

Lucas scoffed and it didn’t take a rocket scientist torealize that he didn’t believe you for half a second.  “Please; you should have seen you two today.You may as well have just crawled onto his lap in front of everyone and startedmaking out right there.”

His voice was getting rougher, his statements more and more venomousand you swear you almost flinched at the last one.

“Are you jealous?” you queried—you couldn’t help it, he wascrawling deeper and deeper under your skin and you were starting to get alittle defensive.

“I’m just saying that I would treat you so much better thanhim,” he began, getting up on his knees on the bed. “I’m just saying you wouldnever have to try so hard for attention from me. I’m just saying he’s a playerand I’m a lover.” He’d walked his way halfway across the bed in the directionyou were standing, a foot away from the edge of his bed. “I’m just saying you’regoing to get what you pay for.”

You didn’t even want Taeyong, but you were getting to thepoint where you wanted to defend him anyway. “I’m sure if we ever became athing, he would treat me right.  I don’thave to beg for attention from him, just for the record. On top of that, I’msure he has a lot more experience than you and would know how to treat meright.”

He scoffed again, not even believing the garbage leakinginto his ears.

“You think because he’s older, he knows how to treat a girlright?”

You half ignored him, trying to think of something thatwould really get under his skin. “He’s a real man.”

“Oh, okay. That’s where this is going?” The anger in hisvoice was almost palpable—he was so hurt with you and you were just rubbingsalt in the wound. “At least I got meat on me and I’m normal height. I’m justas much if not more a man as he is. I’m sure he can’t even imagine a kiss theway I could kiss you.”

“Having bigger lips doesn’t qualify you as a better kisser,Wong Yukhei,” you snapped back. His feet were on the floor now, a quarter of astep away from your back, which he stepped into as you faced away from him.

“I could kiss you so much better than he could even fathom,”he whispered into your ear, pulling the curtain of hair away from your neck,replacing it with those aforementioned lips, soft as silk against your skin.

It took everything you had to keep your eyes fromfluttering, to keep your head from falling to the side, to keep from meltinginto him and stay on your own two feet. “You couldn’t kiss my eyes closed.”

“Wanna bet?” he growled, his large hands on your hips,guiding you back into his warm and solid body until spinning you around, hands switchinghips as you faced him now, his milk chocolate pools boring holes into your soulas he moved in. “I’ll kiss you breathless.”

“I wouldn’t even lift a leg—”

His warm, silk lips were on yours, interrupting yoursentence. His long fingers, hooked on your hips, turned white from the pressureof tugging you in. Much to the desolation of your previously held position, youreyes fluttered closed in a second, not that he would be able to tell becausehis were shut before your lips even met. Your hands, which had anticipated himand rested on his forearms, slithered up over his muscled biceps and shouldersto loop around his neck.  His armsreadjusted as his lips began to slip from yours—his left arm wrapped around thesmall off your back, his large right hand caressing your cheek and jaw, takinga little more control of the kiss to tilt your head to accommodate the kiss.

You could feel your cheeks burning, but that wasn’t the onlyburning you were feeling. Not only had your eyes fallen closed, winning him thebet, but your arms tightened around his neck, bringing you up on your toes andsubsequently your right foot rose off the ground just a little bit. He wasn’tdone with you there, even when your fingers weaved through his dirty blondehair.

“Lucas,” you breathed, a little labored when he finallybroke the kiss, taking a step back with his left foot to spin the both of youaround, not about to let you finish whatever thought you had on your mind whenhe met you with parted lips for an open kiss. He hungrily swallowed the whinethat followed a tender swipe of his tongue against yours.

Your right hand trailed down his neck, arching him into youand then continued its path over the front of his shoulder and chest. The faintsounds of lips parting after every generous swipe of the tongue only to meetagain was drowned by your breathing, lungs desperate for air which was scarcelydrowned by the mix of his and yours vocal contentment.

The fire in your abdomen only continued to grow the more hekissed you, the more he proved to you that was right—the goal you were tryingto accomplish all along.

“Yukhei,” you tried, breathier this time, lung desperate.

“I’m not done,” he breathed back, a low grown reverberatingfrom deep in his chest. You couldn’t take anymore, your chest heaving againsthis as your head fell back, eyes hazy and half lidded; your needy pleas alittle more audible as his hungry lips traveled your jaw and neck, your collarbonesexposed by your v-neck shirt.

He dared go lower, his lips grazing the tender skin hardlyweathered.

“Okay, okay. You win,” you surrendered, breathe hitchingwhen he nipped at the base of your throat.

“And?”

“And you’re a dumbass for ever thinking I wanted Taeyong. Iknow I messed up, but I’ve only had eyes for you.”

“I knew that the second you walked through that door.”

[i-stan-nct-and-satan]

Not Broken (Jaehyun Mafia au pt7)

Not Broken Masterlist 

Jaehyun X Reader

"Okay, Yuta, Doyoung. You two are up. The rest of you are excused to your room but be on high alert. We still don't know the nature of her relationship to Wayv so it is possible that they’ve caught wind of what happened the night of the performance and are looking for her right now," Taeyong instructed.

Everyone got up from the table except for Jaehyun, Taeyong, Yuta, and Doyoung.

"I know that you two are used to working as a duo during interrogations but today I will be there to supervise. Don't worry, I won't interfere with your tactics so continue as if this were a routine interrogation," Jaehyun explained.

"Boss. Shouldn't I be there too?" Taeyong interjected.

"No. The rest of the group needs you to lead things in my absence. Even though we don't know anything about our mission yet, you know how the members can be when they aren't distracted," Jaehyun chuckled softly, knowing very well that he just ordered Taeyong to play babysitter for the day.

"Fine," Taeyong complied as he got up from his chair and exited the meeting room.

"Before we head down, here are the things we need to find out today: what happened the night of the ball, her connection to Lucas, and how we can find him. I'm allowing you to use whatever means necessary to find these things out," Jaehyun advised the two.

Yuta was known for his playboy ways and his silver tongue so it was no surprise to anyone that he was one of NCT 127's two best interrogators. But what did surprise people was that Doyoung was the other. When they worked together, Yuta and Doyoung managed to play off of each other so perfectly that sometimes they didn't even need violence to extract information, although Doyoung preferred when they did. The combination of Doyoung's violent personality and Yuta's playful flirty one was enough to create the most psychologically stressful and confusing situation for anyone they faced. It was like if good cop bad cop was morphed into cop that was trying to get into your pants and cop that wanted nothing more than to cut off whatever the first cop found in said pants. Not even the Joker could think of a better way to mindfuck a hostage.

It was mostly an act. Yuta was bisexual, but he never really went after men. He would often exaggerate his sexuality in an attempt to panic his straight hostages. He had never had to interrogate a woman before but he assumed that he probably wouldn't have to adjust his act too much.

Doyoung was skilled at interrogations despite his perma-angry attitude and blunt way of communicating, due to his love for violence and his ability to let his hostages know that he genuinely wanted to hurt them really, really badly but that the only thing preventing him was his purple haired partner.

Together, they were the perfect interrogation team.

"We can do that, boss," Yuta reported to Jaehyun. "But I think that we will have to organize it so that we work on finding out about her connection with Lucas first. Otherwise, she might manipulate the events that occurred that night. We wanna make sure she isn't his secret lover before she starts telling us a crazy story in an attempt to protect the man."

"Fine. I don't care. I just want results," Jaehyun said as he got up from his chair.

The two men followed their boss as he made his way through the kitchen to the basement door until a soft noise was heard.

"What was that?" Yuta questioned.

All three of the men turned to face where the noise had come from.

A small collection of noises could be heard in the direction of the meeting room table.

"Is that laughter?" Yuta asked turning to Jaehyun.

"It sounds more like a dolphin being smothered to death," Doyoung added.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes then sighed. He began to walk back to the meeting room.

"Shhh!" a voice came from the direction Jaehyun was heading.

"I'm sorry. I don't think they heard me," another voice replied.

"Oh my god. I can smell it."

More laughter erupted.

"Shh! I think they're back."  

Jaehyun entered the meeting/dining room and looked around. It wasn't until his eyes landed on a pair of silk baby blue curtains that he knew exactly where the noise was coming from.

All three members approached the curtain.

"Did they leave yet?"

Jaehyun reached out and pulled the curtains back revealing his two younger brothers.

"Jisung. Chenle. What on earth are you two doing?" Jaehyun demanded.

Stunned, both boys struggled to come up with an excuse for their shenanigans.

"Umm... um..." Jisung started.  

"We were just testing out the curtains, Jae!" Chenle blurted out. "Yeah, we figure that if you were able to see us hiding behind them that there was no way they would be able to block out the sun."

Jisung face palmed as Chenle continued his story.

"But since you found us, we obviously need new curtains, so we'll go talk to Mr. Lee about replacing them. Let's go, Jisungie," Chenle grabbed Jisung's hand and started walking away.

"Stop," Jaehyun commanded.

The two younger boys stopped in their tracks and slowly turned to face their older brother.  

Jaehyun just stood there, scowling at his younger siblings, not saying anything. Jisung and Chenle's eyes looked at everything in the room except at Jaehyun but they could feel his gaze. Doyoung and Yuta just leaned against the wall casually, not wanting to get involved with the family matter.

After what felt like an eternity to the young boys finally ended when Jaehyun spoke up.

"Are you sure you want to see what will happen if you don't tell me the truth right now?" Jaehyun threatened.

The color left Chenle's face and beads of sweat started to form on Jisung's forehead but they remained silent.

"Jisung. Chenle. I'm warning you. Today is not the day to test my patience."

"We heard you talking this morning about Ji-eun," Chenle started. The color had returned to his face but now tears were starting to form and threaten to spill out from his eyes. Talking about his sister's death was always really hard for him.

Jisung patted his older brother on the back. Even though Chenle was older, he was more emotional than the younger.

Jaehyun's face softened.

"We know that that girl in the basement is involved," Jisung continued.

"We're sorry, Jae. We just wanted to know what was going on. You never told us everything about that night," Chenle chimed in, barely keeping his emotions together.

"Look," Jaehyun started. "I don't want you two getting involved with this. This doesn't have anything to do with you. I'm taking care of it."

"We wanna help, Jae. She was our sister too," Chenle suddenly cried out.

"No," Jaehyun said coldly.

"But-" both the boys started.

"I said no!" Jaehyun's voice boomed throughout the large house.

All of a sudden, a man hurriedly entered the room.

"I'm so sorry, sir! I had no idea how I let them out of my sight," the man said.

The man was of average height. Despite being much older than the two boys, he was much shorter than Jisung. He had an exceptionally odd hairstyle. It was almost entirely blonde with the exception of his bangs, which were bright blue.

"Jaemin, I instructed you to keep the boys away from this wing of the house. I pay you exceptionally well for a nanny. I understand this job is different from regular nanny jobs but I still expect you to follow my basic instructions. I hired you because of Jeno's recommendation. Don't make me regret my decision," Jaehyun scowled.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," Jaemin bowed almost 90 degrees.

"And Jaemin?"

"Yes, sir?"

The two boys were struggling to keep in their giggles as the two men conversed.

"Have you looked in a mirror today?" Jaehyun asked.

"Not since this morning, sir. Why might I ask?" Jaemin quirked his head slightly in confusion at the question.

"Did you lose track of the boys because you were taking a nap perhaps?"

Jaemin lifted one of his hands from his sides and put it on the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't get much sleep. Jeno and I were up late last night training since I'm still not at the level of martial arts that you require all of your staff to be at," Jaemin explained.

Jaehyun turned back towards the boys who immediately ceased their giggles.

"Did you two do this?"

"Do what, sir?" Jaemin asked as he turned to face a large mirror that decorated one of the dining room's walls.

"Oh my god..."

Jisung and Chenle burst out laughing again and Yuta also started to lose his composure at the scene.

"I'm gonna ki-" Jaemin cut himself off, remembering that he was in front of his boss AKA the older brother of the kids he took care of.

"-ss you! How nice of you two to give me a new hairstyle," Jaemin said through clenched teeth and he grabbed the boys by their shirts and dragged them out of the room.

"We are so dead," Jisung muttered to Chenle, who nodded back.

"Now that that's over," Jaehyun turned to Doyoung and Yuta and slightly jerked his head in the direction of the basement, urging them to follow as he led the way.