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00127am · 1 year ago

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@ barkingatthemoon best friend! liu yangyang x gn! reader, about sickeningly sweet love confessions, friends to lovers, kissing, lower-case intended word count 2k

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"wanna date?"

it's a question poised in the lull of your favorite song, asked within half of a beat before it's drowned out by the rhythmic thrum of the lyrics and consumed by the canary-esque tone of the vocalist. a tone which has nothing on you, voice sweet and even, every word framed with the melodic waver in your pitch. and when you propose this question, head dangling off the edge of your mattress, that ever-so-pretty voice of yours is nothing but nonchalant. as if you had just asked the time.

from your upside down world, there's a tingling feeling which races from the stretch of your abdomen to your nostrils, forcing you to blink fast and swallow hard. your nose twitches, scrunching and relaxing in a poor attempt to relieve itself of the buzzing sensation. but it doesn't seem to make any semblance of a difference. instead, it begins to throb in the top of your temple, pressing down against the walls of your cranium as if they might very well break down. you're not quite sure if it's the silence from your best friend or your position that's making it hard to swallow, but you don't think that the cause exactly matters at the end all be all.

you watch him with doe eyes, lashes fluttering against your cheeks only to be stuck in the arch of your brows as you blink back at him. you can feel your face getting hot, a blush burning at your cheeks and searing the tips of your ears. this reaction, without a doubt, is from him. not being upside down. not the silence. just yangyang, puffy lips parted and eyes wide.

he blinks obliviously at you, tongue hesitating at the back of his teeth, and you begin to wonder if he had ever heard you in the first place. so you open your mouth to say it again, lips just barely pursed in into the beginnings of a consonant before he's waving you off. "i heard you the first time,"

unlike the songbird singer of your favorite song and unlike you, yangyang's voice is caught in between something strained (tone low and rough as if it has been dragged upon gravel) and hesitant (yet you're not quite sure if you could describe it as that, not with the way that each ending syllable seemed to rush after one another). in all iterations of his voice, this is one that you like least of all. it tells of an oncoming rejection, the thought process of finding just the right words to let you down.

"ah," you're less casual this time, words stuck in the back of your throat, "is that a no?"

"what?"

"i'm asking if you're rejecting me," you clarify, finally unable to take the rush to your head as you sit upright, "my confession,"

he leans forward and if you weren't so preoccupied with picking yourself up, perhaps you would have been flustered by the lack of distance (though you guess that personal space has never been a forte of yangyangs). he raises a finger in the air, gesturing in circles as if to rewind to your previous words. "that was a confession?"

"what else would it be?" the sudden surge of movement forces you to clench your eyes shut, pressure mounting up behind them as if it might spill out with tears. it takes a couple moments of blinking before your vision returns to normal, accompanied by a faint ringing in your ears. "anyway, i thought you knew,"

yangyang sputters for words, blonde hair falling onto his face in a manner that really doesn't help you keep your composure. he shoots you an incredulous look, eyebrows arched and jaw nearly touching the floor. he brings a hand to his chest, tapping as he speaks, as if he couldn't believe that he's the crush in mention. "knew that you're into me?"

"yes," your tone is bordering the line between a twinge of embarrassment and the foundation of irritation that's bubbling at the back of your throat, "i've been making it pretty obvious,"

"not obvious enough," he grumbles, spoken under his breath as he brings a hand to scratch at the bridge of his nose--looking everywhere but your eyes, narrowed in on him with something more akin to a glare than a glance.

you huff, rolling your eyes as you lean onto your arms, flicking him on the forehead with a force much to harsh to be anything lesser than aggravation. "next time i'll make sure to get on one knee to propose so it's obvious enough for you,"

he swats your hand away, pouting as he nurses his forehead. his discomfort evokes a laugh on your part, lips twitching upwards from their previous position held in the beginnings of a sneer. you can never stay annoyed at him, not when he looks like that. an expression that screams pathetic in every way but overt words as he looks up at you. his bottom lip is caught in his teeth and his next words are spoken within a silver of a breathe--desperate and urgent.

"yes, i do. so, so badly"

it's a statement spoken in the middle of one of your songs, tone so gentle that it was almost drowned out by the steady beat of the instrumental. so quiet, that you're tempted to ask him to repeat it--partially to make sure that you really did hear him correctly but mostly because you just want to hear him say it one more time. there's no question about what he's responding too, voice completely consumed by a honey, lovesick lilt. one that you find far superior to any intonation used by your songbird singer or any emphasis that falls from your own throat. an inflection that you will revisit, over and over and over again until any and all accuracy of the memory is lost.

"ok,"

"ok?"

"ok," you repeat, lips quirking into a teasing smile (one he knows all too well, one that sticks to his skin and haunts him with every waking moment--god, he can't get you out of his mind), "what? you disappointed or something?"

he's quick to clarify, rebutting with a dirty look, "no. i just...i don't know. not very romantic was it?"

"ouch," you wince back in faux pain, holding a hand to your heart with a dramatic drawl, "should i have bought flowers?"

"yes, sure, whatever," he acknowledges your quip only to ignore it, spitting out an agreement as quick as he can in order to get to his next phrase. so rushed that you're fifty percent positive that he didn't even hear what you said, "can i kiss you?"

his question makes you reel, feeling dizzy as the words are punctuated with a look from him that's a hair away from begging. and oh god, you feel like you're going to faint. maybe you're still feeling the aftereffects of your head rush. one look at him says otherwise.

"do you even have to ask?" your lips curve into a smile as you answer. a smile that makes his hands curl into tight fists, knuckles burning a bleach white. he's one hundred percent sure that if he doesn't kiss you right now, then he'll explode. though, it doesn't exactly matter in the grand scheme of things as he thinks that he'll reach the same end when he actually does.

and that's certainly what it feels like as yangyang leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. one that he ends only to begin another, more assured and slightly less gentle, less featherlight. he sighs when he kisses you, as if he's been holding back that same sigh since he met you. one only to be relieved by a kiss he has always so desperately craved. he kisses you urgently, like he's making up for lost time. a pacing and utter adoration that makes your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach only to emerge from your throat in the form of a quiet whine. a noise that has yangyang practically lunging on top of you, hands coming up to hold your face. slender fingers sliding up your cheekbones and resting before your ears, fingernails knotted in the edges of your hair. and then he's pulling away, smushing messy, lingering kisses all over your face.

his lips are everywhere, on the full of your cheeks and the space beneath the arch of your brow. the corner of your mouth and your chin, your forehead and eyelid. chest against chest, his heartbeat hammering so loudly that you wouldn't be surprised if it leapt straight out.

"maybe we should have skipped the confession part and went straight to this," your words are hummed against his face, eyes fluttering somewhere between open and shut as he lines kisses down the angle of your jaw. your arms coming to hang around his shoulders, "might have saved you from my unromantic confession,"

you can feel him grin against you and you know a teasing comment isn't too far behind. "i wish we did. that was the worst confession i've ever received,"

he makes his way back to your lips, pressing soft kisses to the corners before capturing your lips once more. this time, you lead, pulling him ever-so-slightly closer as you take his bottom lip in between your teeth. you nip playfully, soothing over your bite with a passive, lazy drag of your tongue. a feeling that evokes a groan from your counterpart, fingertips digging into the flesh of your face.

"should i take it back then?" it's muttered against his lips, each word spoken between kisses that have his knees buckling, "the worst confession you've ever received, that is,"

yangyang scoffs, words slurred and spoken in the middle of a kiss. "you can't take it back,"

you laugh, a pretty sound that has his ears ringing. one that starts in the back of your throat and ends up bubbling in his, before it's interrupted with a whiny whimper as you pull away. a reaction that nearly has all the blood in your body rushing to your head. you're not sure that sitting up could fix the sensations this time.

instead, you bring a finger to trace along the expanse of his neck. fingernail grazing against his adams apple (which bobs when he swallows, hard, at the feeling of your touch--an action accompanied a slight shiver and unsteady inhale). you continue your journey upwards until you're skimming the curve where his throat meets his chin. and there you hesitate, before flicking your finger harshly upwards. "can't i?"

despite the way in which his face is forced upwards by the motion of your hand, yangyang's eyes never leave yours. they're half-lidded, eyelids drooping down like he's drunk. lips are a vermillion red, puffy and swollen. a small line of spit stuck between the top and bottom and you can't be sure whether that's his or yours. all you do know is that if he keeps looking at you like that, you might just drop dead. they say looks can kill, after all.

"no," he replies, voice hoarse and eyes drawn in soft crescents "it's too late. we're dating, aren't we? you said ok,"

you huff out a whisper of a laugh, expression darting into a grin that you just can't hold back. one that practically threatens to split your face in two as you undertake a teasing lilt. "only because you looked so pathetic when you agreed,"

he wrinkles his nose at your words, toying with a lopsided smile that makes your heart flip. "if that's what it takes for you to date me then i'll look pathetic all you want,"

"i don't think you'll have to try any harder than usual in that endeavor," you remark, shutting your eyes as you lean back onto your palms, "in fact, i'd say that--"

but you're cut off with a kiss, then another, and another, and another. until you've all but forgotten about rescinding your confession, or what you were going to say about him. and the only thing you can think about is him. not that that is anything out of the norm.

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🗯️ i love yangyang so much guys TᴖT i don't even think this is written well because i wrote it so rushed, all in one sitting, because i just needed to get this out of my system. there's something so lovely to me about mundane, realistic confessions and banter that i can't help but think about them all the time. writing this made me all fuzzy and i hope it does the same for you all! ♡

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lilacjaemin · 2 months ago

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“babe? you still awake?” yangyang mumbled softly against your temple.

“mhm?”

“i have something kind of important to ask you.” his thumb traced circles on your hip.

“are you okay? what’s wrong?” you peered up at him with a pout, watching his expression.

“ive been thinking about this for a while and ive just been too nervous to ask you, but i think im ready now.” he blew out a breath.

“yangie, just tell me.” you cupped his cheek, suddenly getting worried.

“do you wanna…start a co-op farm together in stardew valley?”

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nayuluvs · 6 months ago

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X’s ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

⛧ fem bodied reader x liu yangyang (WAYV/NCT)

⛧ genre smut 18+ 𓉸ྀི

⛧ warnings public sex, unprotected sex.

You find yourself in a basement club, the air was thick with sweat and desire. The music pounded in your ears, bass throbbing through your body as you moved throughout the crowd sipping on your strong cocktail. You began to feel the buzz beginning to form, your inhibitors lowering with each sip.

Leaning against the bar, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the sea of bodies moving sensually to the beat. That’s when you saw him — Yangyang. He stood there with an air of confidence that drew you in. There was something mysterious about him, an untamed quality that made you want to get closer.

As if the feeling of your gaze, Yangyang’s eyes locked with yours. His stare sent a shiver down your spine, you felt yourself clenching around nothing involuntary. With a cocky smile, he began to weave his way through the crowd towards you. Your heart raced as he approached, your body tingled with anticipation.

‘Hey there’ he said, his voice was low as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. ‘I’ve been watching you … You stand out in this crowd’

You shuddered at his words, goosebumps forming all over. ‘Really?’ You replied, unable to hide sultry edge that had crept into your voice. ‘What caught your eye?’

Yangyang stepped back, his eyes roaming over your body. ‘Everything’ His gaze intense. ‘The way you move, The way you sip your drink … I can tell you know what you want’

You felt your face flush, a mixture of desire and embarrassment. ‘Maybe I do’ Melting into his gaze. ‘And what is it that you want, Yangyang?’ He took your hand, the touch sending electric shocks through your body. ‘I want to show you something’ He lead you through the crowd. ‘I think you’ll like it’ You let yourself be guided by him, bodies brushing intimately as you both moved throughout the sea of people.

Yangyang led you to a secluded booth at the back of the club, away from prying eyes of the crowd. As you sat down, you felt his leg press against yours, a silent invitation sent your heart racing. ‘Is this what you wanted to show me?’ Your voice breathless.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke again. ‘I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before’ You shuddered at his words, your breath quickening at every passing moment. ‘And what makes you think I need that?’ You teased, your body betraying you as you were aching for his touch.

With a wicked smile Yangyang reached out, gently taking the glass from your hand. ‘Let me show you’ His voice dripping with a promise.

His fingers traced the neckline of your dress, sending tingles down your spine. Slowly the pulled the straps down, exposing your shoulder and the swell of your breast. You bit your lip, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through your body. You never felt such desire before, but something about Yangyang made you want to let go and surrender.

‘You’re beautiful’ he murmured, his warm breath fanning across your sensitive skin. His thumbs grazed the peak of your nipples over the fabric of your dress, causing you to gasp and arching your back offering yourself to him. ‘Please’ You whined out, not sure what you were asking for but you needed more.

Yangyang smiled, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned forward, capturing one of your harden nipples through the fabric, tugging gently. You moaned, your head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over you. His mouth felt incredible, and you needed to feel it everywhere.

His hands moved to the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down exposing your back inch by inch. You felt the cool air on your skin, contrasting with the heat building within you. With a gentle tug, he slid the dress off your shoulders. His eyes focused to your newly exposed breast. ‘So perfect’ He murmured taking one erect nipple into his mouth, while he caressed and squeezed the other. You cried out, fingers tangling into his hair as he sucked and teased your sensitive nipples. His mouth was skilled, knowing exactly how to drive you wild and wanting more.

Yangyang continued his attention on your breast, his hand traveling down your body hiking up your dress. With a gentle touch, he traced the outline of your cunt, feeling the heat radiating from your core. ‘You’re so wet for me’ His voice was hoarse with desire.

‘Please’ you begged again, hips involuntarily bucking as you craved his touch.

Yangyang slid his finger under the fabric of your panties, finding your swollen clit. He rubbed his finger in slow circles. Drawing out moans from you. Your hip moved in time with his fingers. He then slid one finger inside.

‘You like that, Don’t you?’ He teased, adding a second finger. ‘Yes’ You moaned out, your head thrown back as you let yourself go. ‘Feels so good…’ His fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, his thumb continued to focus on your clit. You could feel your orgasm building inside, tightening every muscle in your body. ‘Cum for me Y/n’ He whispered, knowing how close you were.

And with that, You tumbled over the edge, crying out as your cunt clenched around his fingers. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, your body trembling in the aftermath. Yangyang slowed his fingers down, gently bringing you down from your high. He slipped his fingers out from you, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste your essence. ‘So sweet’ A surge of need coursed through you as you watched the sight before you. You wanted more and you needed more.

Reaching for the button of his jeans, you undid them slowly, sliding your hand inside to wrap around his thick cock. He hissed at your touch, his hips bucking gently into your hand. ‘My turn to return the favor’ You whispered, stroking him firmly. With a growl, Yangyang pushed down his jeans just enough to reveal his cock. Pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you deeply. His tongue dancing with yours.

Yangyang broke the kiss, as he lifted you up. Positioning himself at your entrance. He slowly began lowering you down to meet his cock, filling you up completely. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. He began to move you, your hips snapping against his. Your head fell back as you surrendered to the pleasure. ‘Harder, please’

He obliged, his cock hitting all the right places. Your nipples rubbed against his chest with each trust, sending more pleasure through you. The sound of the muffled music, along with your moans and gaps further fueled your desire. Yangyang reached between where you met , rubbing your clit sending you spiraling towards another orgasm. ‘Cum for me again’ His voice was hoarse. ‘I want to feel you cum around my cock’

Your walls clenched at his command, you felt yourself letting go once again. ‘I’m gonna cum’ ‘That’s it baby’ He encouraged you, bouncing you even faster as he chased his own high. You cried out as another orgasm washed over you, shaking uncontrollably as pleasure washed over you. Yangyang groaned feeling your cunt clenching around him, sending him over the edge. He spilled himself inside you, groaning your name in your ear.

You both rested against one another, hearts pounding and now enjoying the music that was once muffled. You felt his cock twitching inside you, you clenched around him drawing a shudder from him. ‘Fuck Y/n’ He nuzzled into your neck. ‘That was…’

‘Amazing’ You finished for him, smiling. You both stayed like that for a while. Enjoying the aftermath and bliss of one’s presence. You knew you had found something special. Yangyang awakened desires and sexual freedom you never knew existed.

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yangqism · 3 days ago

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we can't be friends | liu yangyang

actor!liu yangyang x actress!femreader

synopsis.yangyang is born to be a star, the kind of talent that lights up the screen. you, on the other hand, is a nepo baby who everyone believed got the lead role because of your family’s influence. he fought all these years to be the man that he is while you are still busy proving yourself to the populace. you believe you’re more than just your parents. he believes he’s less than without his fans. when your lives become intertwined, things get messy–one has never tasted consequences while the other lies awake at night, haunted by the thought of it.

genre. romance, angst

warnings. there's pretend kissing then there's real kissing where yangyang doesn't ask you, he just goes for it, i do not know the difference between drama and series so sorry <3

words. 8,812

eternal sunshine. masterlist

a/n. it gets better at the ending part so plZ just bear w me. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I'm turning 20 this year lol feels so scary if you think about it but whatever

The universe is unfair, but Yangyang has learned to live with that.

It was unfair that he always played second to someone else. The second male lead, the second-best choice, the second most important. But he was never really bothered about it. Not until you waltzed your way into the picture.

You still remember it vividly. It was a Monday afternoon, the first read through with the cast of Eternal Sunshine–a week before filming. He was already sitting beside the chair assigned to you, practicing his lines diligently while you took a sip from your coffee you ordered to-go.

You greeted him with a warm smile but he only replied with a small and rushed one. Sure, he was your second lead in the drama but during that time, he made you feel unwanted. But who are you kidding? Of course, you were everything he wasn’t supposed to want. You’re the female lead, the one who would be with the male lead in the end. The center of attention. Realistically, you’re a nepo baby whose life had been handed to her on a silver platter, complete with designer shoes and an unearned (still) spotlight. But God, did you wear it well.

Whereas Yangyang had to work his way up. Every step of his journey was carved out of his determination and long nights filled with self-doubt, management’s uncertainty, and the media’s scrutiny. He wasn’t handed anything the first time he breathed in the land of showbiz. Every opportunity, recognition, and spotlight he’s getting right now is because he persevered.

That’s what made sitting next to you on that Monday afternoon so excruciating.

While he did smile to your way in a rushed manner, he viewed you as a person far differently than other people did when they looked your way. You were effortless in his eyes. Effortless in a manner that he could never be. Even in the most mundane moments like you sipping on your coffee, standing up to bow to anyone who comes in the script room, scrolling through your phone–you carried yourself with an air of belonging, like you had been born to inhabit the world he had clawed his way into.

And yet, it wasn’t jealousy that twisted his chest when he looked at you. Heck, it was something worse.

No matter how much he tried to deny it, when your mouth opened to read the script, Yangyang knew exactly what you were capable of. You weren’t just a nepo baby or some random female lead that the crew casted. You were the kind of actress everyone aspires to be. And also the kind of person who could uproot everything he’d worked so hard to build.

You first met Yangyang at a press conference after an award show your parents were invited for and you were their plus one. The journalist decided to pick on you, asking you pressing questions regarding your status in the industry.

“What do you feel that everyone’s calling you a nepo baby, Ms. Y/N?” Well, you almost wish the journalist hadn’t called you ‘Miss’ if his question was like that.

You just smiled at him awkwardly, never giving in to their pressing questions about your relevance in the acting industry. Afterall, you believe you’re more than just your parents. Sure, they opened this path for you but you’re working hard to show to everyone that you deserve that spot.

You never really paid attention to the young actor during that time but you saw him looking at you while you were being interrogated by the rude journalist. Your eyes met for a brief moment before he broke it to talk to another actor.

At first, Yangyang didn’t feel bad for you during that time, considering how he thought you were an annoying actress, like what he had heard from rumors.

“Miss Y/N, what’s with you today? You keep on failing the scene,” the director yells another disappointed ‘cut!’ after you fumbled your lines with a scene with Sicheng. “Let’s take 5!”

“I’m sorry, Sicheng,” you gave an apologetic smile to the star actor but he just shrugged and went to his assistant to freshen up.

If there was one thing you loved about working with Sicheng, it was because he doesn’t really care about where you came from or what you did to become his female lead. He’s just there for work. A bonus is that he treats you nicely, he’s just nonchalant at times. Especially when that pop star comes into the set.

“You’re too stiff, Y/N,” the sudden voice from behind your back startled you. You whip around to see Yangyang leaning casually against a prop stand, arms crossed and an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“Your body’s too tense, that’s why you keep messing up,” he points out, tilting his head. “I saw it when you were delivering your lines.”

“Oh, Yangyang-sunbaenim! I see, I’ll try to deliver these lines as smoothly as possible,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Practice it to me.”

“Huh?”

“Practice your line to me and I can give you feedback, dummy,” Yangyang reiterated, his tone filled with playful impatience.

“O-oh! Uhm…” You focus, taking a deep breath before looking directly into his eyes, “Lei… I don’t think you can understand me… I don’t think we’re… we’re…” Your voice falters right where it did before. You clench your jaw, trying to force the words out, but they just won’t come.

Your shoulders drop as you let out a sigh of defeat, “I don’t think I can do this,” you admit, your voice barely a whisper but Yangyang heard it.

“You think you can’t because you want Lei and Riko to be together. You’re so immersed in your role right now, Y/N,” Yangyang scolded, giving you a bottle of water from his staff.

“This isn't real, Y/N. You need to separate work and your personal feelings. If you want Lei and Riko to be together, they will in the end. Just not in this scene. Get yourself together and wrap this scene up so we can all go home,” he reaches up, ruffling your hair like you’re a little kid on the set, and before you can even process what he did, he’s already walking away, hands shoved in his pockets heading straight to annoy Kun.

“Separate work and personal feelings, huh?” You muttered, staring at the water he gave you. His words echo in your mind, louder than the busy mumbles of the crew around you. Maybe what he said is true considering how you can’t bear to think that Lei, Sicheng’s character, and Riko, your character, will end their love escapade for a few episodes before rekindling again.

“Y/N, Sicheng, back on stage!” The director yelled, giving you a brief smile before instructing the cameraman. “Do your best.”

You nod, tightening your grip on the water bottle before setting it aside. Your feet move automatically, carrying you toward the place you’ll be delivering your line in. As you’re heading to your place, you can feel Yangyang’s eyes on you.

You looked in his direction and he already had his signature gummy smile plastered on his face, “Do your best,” he mimicked the director’s voice, making you giggle.

It was a week after the first shooting for Eternal Sunshine that the director called you in her office for an emergency revision for the later episodes.

You were wearing your favorite faded jeans with a long sleeve and a coffee on your hand. At first, you thought it was just gonna be you and the director but a sleepy Yangyang came into her office like it’s his second home.

“Greetings, Yangyang!” The director annoyingly scolded him, throwing a pillow at him when he immediately latched himself onto the sofa.

“Hello, noona. Hello, Y/N.”

“I’m very sorry about him, Ms. Y/N,” his manager, Huang Renjun, apologized on behalf of the second male lead. “He just came from an overnight shooting with Mr. Qian Kun. The two of them had to shoot their scenes more than once because the rookie actor kept messing up and they didn’t want to be assholes on set.”

“Hey! What about an apology for me?” The director playfully demanded even though she had known the reason for Yangyang’s behavior beforehand. The director was like family for Yangyang and Renjun. This isn’t the first project they did together hence they’re comfortable with each other.

“As he said, Kun-ge,” Yangyang mentioned the golden boy and the three immediately saw the flabbergasted reaction of the director. “Kun-ge, Kun-ge, Kun-ge, Kun-” Yangyang teased, his smile grew wider as the director’s face became more embarrassed before having enough of his ministries.

“Enough, second lead!” The director sassed, “I called you here today because there’s a change in the storyline we’re going to record for tomorrow,” she started as her assistant gave you and Yangyang the copy of the revised script and concept for the shoot.

As you skimmed the pages, you realized that you and Yangyang’s character will be in close proximity, fully giving justice to his second male lead role. “As you can see, Riko and Jun will be closer to each other after Lei’s and Riko’s fall out. Of course, this will be brief as the latter couple will get back together,” she explained. “I just want the both of you to prepare yourselves. I know that the both of you have the least interaction throughout this series but you need to prepare… like, prepare,” she emphasized before adjourning the meeting, leaving you dazed.

“After reading this script, I think Riko will fall harder for Jun than Lei,” you joked, already feeling the pressure as you saw a scene where you and Yangyang had to kiss.

“Will you?” Yangyang asked, his tone was interrogating.

You tilted your head, confused with what he meant, “Will I what, sunbaenim?”

But he just shrugged, telling you to prepare for tomorrow before leaving the office.

The ride on the way home was unusually quiet.

“What do you think of him?” Your manager, Chenle, asked you.

“Of who?”

“Of Yangyang.”

You tried to think about what to say for a moment, “Well, he’s nice to me.”

“That’s it?” Chenle glanced at you through the rearview mirror, one brow arched. “Nice? He’s Yangyang, Y/N. Everyone I heard who worked with him can’t get him out of their heads after.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning your head against the window. “He’s good at what he does. Professional. Maybe those people can’t separate work from their personal lives or whatever.”

“Professional, huh?” You can hear the smirk from Chenle’s tone.

“Just stop overthinking things, Chenle,” You sighed, dumping all of your body weight on the car seat. “Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day with him so you better not make any weird comments like whatever this conversation is.” “There’s nothing weird with the conversation we’re having, Y/N.” Chenle retorted, “I’m just hoping you could come to your senses tomorrow and do your best as an actress. You still have a lot to prove in the industry.”

“I know that.”

It’s tiring, honestly. For you, it’s a never ending quest of ‘proving’ yourself to the industry, general public, and your own family. It’s sad to think about how as a child, everyone was looking forward to your acting debut but once you did, all the nepotism news bombarded your career hence, you’re now known as the ‘nepo’ baby.

You used to think of it as a positive thing, you never forgot to thank your parents in every interview for this opportunity as an actress because you know, since as a kid, that this is the path meant for you. It’s like you’re honoring them every chance you have but the public deemed it as ‘rubbing your nepotism face’ every chance you get.

In the end, this whole issue got out of hand and you don’t mention your parents as much as you used to, even coming as close to declining films where they are starring in or in affiliation with in fear of the nepotism thing getting even bigger.

The next day on set had this heavy atmosphere not usually there when it’s you and Sicheng filming. You think it’s probably with the revised script that got everyone on their edge because the crew were everywhere, ensuring all of the props and sets are nice and perfect for your shoot.

It was also during this time that you realized the scene you’re about to do.

It’s the middle part of Riko and Jun’s relationship where they kiss because they realized they love each other, only for a short period of time, and it ought to feel magical or else people would believe that Riko’s still in love with Lei and is using Jun but in the script, Riko’s in love with Jun, even if it’s just for a brief period.

The director deemed it easier for the both of you to finish the hard scenes first before the others so as to ensure smooth filming in the later days of the schedule, considering that Yangyang and other actors in this series also has other schedules.

“Relax,” Yangyang’s voice broke through your thoughts as you couldn’t shake your nerves.

First day with Yangyang as your character’s lover and you’re already about to kiss. What’s there to not be nervous about?

He was leaning against the makeup station, dressed amazingly by his stylist. You think of his presence as effortless but right now, there’s a glint of something in his eyes–quiet yet intense.

“I’m trying, sunbae,” you replied, turning to face him.

He stepped closer to where you are, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “You’re overthinking it, Y/N. It’s just a scene. We’re professionals, remember?”

You nodded, but your hands were still trembling slightly. Yangyang saw your state and sighed. “Nepo babies,” he teased as he shook his head before giving you again a bottle of water. “Take a sip, madam. It will make you feel better.”

“I’m sorry for feeling nervous, sunbae.” You apologized as you took a sip from the water he gave you. “It’s just that… it’s my first kissing scene ever and I’m not familiar with the grounds for kissing in a scene.” you admitted.

Yangyang’s smile was wide and charming as he listened to your confession, “Don’t worry, sunbae will guide you.”

It was show time and the director called you and Yangyang in for a brief summary again.

“Look,” Yangyang said to catch your attention, “Think of this scene as an important moment for Jun and Riko. They came from heartbreaks and found comfort from each other,” he gave you an advice, “It’s like their enlightenment scene where they kiss and suddenly, all is well.”

You stared at him, trying to gauge what he had just said. “I’ll do my best,” you said shyly, offering him a small smile before walking to the center.

“I know you will,” Yangyang replied, his gummy smile returning.

“Okay, lovebirds for a glimpse,” the director called. Lovebirds for a glimpse is you and Yangyang’s new nickname on set because of this RikoJun scene you’re doing. “Kiss your way!” was all she said before giving the both of you the cue.

As the scene began, you convinced yourself that this isn’t about you. This is about Riko finding love again after what happened with Lei. This is her first kiss with someone who comforted her. And with that, you found yourself more at ease.

Yangyang’s character approached yours, his eyes showed vulnerability and it almost felt too real when his orbs directly looked into yours. The lines flowing out of his mouth smoothly, as if he meant them.

And when the moment came, when Jun leaned in and Riko didn’t pull away, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.

The kiss was soft, hesitant, and lingering–exactly as it was supposed to be. Yangyang held your head with such gentleness while your hands found their way to his back, trying to get him closer to your body.

You know it’s just pretend kissing but part of you wished it was real with the way Yangyang was holding you and your proximity, his warmth made you feel small in a way that is not condescending. He made you feel safe.

When the two of you break the kiss, your eyes meet again. This time, you definitely went out of character as you looked at him deeply, fully portraying Riko’s yearning for him. Her ‘I found you’ moment.

“Cut!” The director yelled ecstatically. “That was such a good scene!”

You thanked the director while your mind was still in a daze as Yangyang gave you a small, reassuring nod–as if saying that you did well. You couldn’t help but give the actor a smile in return.

As the crew buzzed around you again, you caught Chenle’s gaze from the sidelines. He raised a brow, smirking at your direction as if he knew something you didn’t.

And maybe, he did.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Between the countless takes, script changes, and the director’s endless feedback, you barely had time to process anything. Except when Yangyang was in the same room as yours. You admire how his presence seems to fill every corner, tugging at your attention no matter how hard you try to focus on anything else.

By the time you wrapped up for the day, your body ached from exhaustion, and all you wanted was to crawl into bed. At this time, you thoroughly expected a grumpy Chenle waiting for you in your dressing room but you were taken aback with what you got instead.

It was Yangyang, leaning against the wall near your dressing room, scrolling through his phone like he’s your boyfriend waiting for you to finish your shoot… you mean, what?

You hesitated to greet him but he looked up at you before you could even decide.

“Y/N,” he greeted, “Chenle’s out with Renjun. Figured I’ll wait for you instead, considering how late it is now.”

“Oh,” you mentally cursed your manager, your inner monologues filled with ‘How dare he’ and ‘How could he’. “It’s fine, sunbae. I can manage on my own.”

Yangyang slipped his phone into his pocket, standing up straight in the process. “No, nepo baby. You’re gonna be with me until you enter the backdoor of your apartment.”

You’re too tired to decline a persistent Yangyang that you just nodded before heading to the parking lot. “Long day,” you sighed, leaning into the car seat of Renjun’s van.

“Tell me about it,” he responded as he started driving.

You glanced at him, surprised, “I almost forgot! Aren’t you supposed to be staying for the night shoot?”

“Nah, Kun’s taking over because of changes again. Figured the director would have also preferred it that way,” he laughed as his hands smoothly maneuvered the steering wheel.

You giggled at his response, “Sounds about right.”

The two of you drove in an awkward silence for a while, the cold air conditioning of the van touches your body, making you shiver.

“So,” he said eventually, looking at you for a brief period in his rearview mirror. “How’d it feel? The scene, I mean.”

You bit your lip, avoiding his brief glances at your place. “I don’t know,” you started, “It felt different… I don’t think I can find the right words to describe it right now, really.”

You try to brush off his question with a laugh but you know deep inside your heart that you couldn’t just tell him you wished that the kiss was real. That you wish there was something more and that his glances at you earlier meant something.

“But your advice did help a lot!” You tried changing the topic which you think was effective after he gave you a smug chuckle in return.

“Told you.”

There was something easy about talking to him like this, away from the cameras and the crew and everything.

While driving, Yangyang made sure to take all the precautions he needed so as to not get caught with you in his manager’s van. Sure, he’s being friendly and acting like a dependable sunbae to you but he can’t afford being caught in a scandal, not with you.

When you reached your destination, he made sure to contact the security to ensure no one was there before letting you go.

“Thanks for earlier, sunbae! I don’t think I would’ve gotten through it without your reassurance.”

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before giving you a soft smile. “You would’ve been fine, with or without my advice. Give yourself some credit.”

You stood frozen in the middle of your apartment’s parking lot at the sudden compliment. “Anyway, Y/N, get some good rest as tomorrow will be just as crazy as today.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “You too, sunbae, you too.”

By the time you reached your unit, you were surprised to see Chenle’s outdoor shoes in the entryway.

“Yangyang said you’re out with Renjun,” your face turned sour at the sight of Chenle chilling on your sofa. “What a bad manager you are!”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. I left the restaurant earlier than Renjun.”

You didn’t mind what he said and went directly to your room to change. When you come back to your living room, he’s still in the same spot you left him a while ago.

“What do you think of him now?” He asked again. This time, you already know who he was referring to.

“He’s still fine and I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you rolled your eyes, joining him at your sofa.

“He looks at you like you’re the lead of more than just the show, Y/N,” Chenle said slyly.

“You’re overthinking things again, Chenle. Yangyang-sunbae is nice. I think we just have a good hoobae-sunbae relationship that’s why you’re acting like that,” you defended the actor.

“I hope you’re right,” was all he said before placing all of his attention back to the television.

At this point, you hope you’re right.

It’s been a week since you spent time with Yangyang, filming the scenes for RikoJun and today, you guys are wrapping it all up–they’re gonna end their relationship and Lei will come back into the picture.

“Missed me, Y/N?” Sicheng teased you.

It’s also been a week since you last saw Sicheng, considering how busy he had gotten with his modelling gigs and sneaking out the pop star every night to his condominium.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“I heard you and Yangyang have a great chemistry,” he said again, his arms crossed to his chest.

“I like to think we do, too!” You gleefully replied, “His advice helped me a lot, especially during the heavy scenes we have together.”

Sicheng looked at you, “Mhm. I hope we still have that spark together after your time with him.”

Everyone on set was perplexed as to why Yangyang’s watching your scenes with Sicheng now, considering how he doesn’t have any upcoming shoots with you or with other actors of the drama today.

“Yang? Why are you here?” The director asked, completely puzzled to see the young man on set.

“Just wanna watch some of my colleagues, noona,” he showed off his gummy smile before proceeding to sit at the chair where the intern is supposed to sit.

“Back off, Liu. The intern’s assigned there,” Hendery hissed, giving Yangyang a side eye before watching the younger one go away from the seat.

“Chill, Wong.”

But Hendery didn’t give him any more attention, walking back to his van again to wait for the director’s orders.

“Woah! What a tense situation you got there, Yang!” The director saw what happened, grinning ear to ear at Yangyang.

“Shut up, noona. Why you gotta hire that man, anyways?”

“Well, he’s a good actor and he’s not rude to me,”

“Whatever,” was all he said before looking for another seat to conquer.

After your shoot, you saw Yangyang outside your van, leaning against it while busying himself with his cellphone.

“Sunbae?”

“Oh, Y/N. Already finished?” He asked, his eyes filled with joy as soon as he saw you in front of him.

“Yeah. Why are you here, sunbae?”

“N-nothing, Y/N. Have a great day.”

You found it weird that Yangyang’s in front of your van yet left when you arrived but you didn’t divulge deep into the thought as your manager’s already waiting for you inside.

“He was waiting for you,” Chenle told you the moment you sat on the leathered seat. “I thought he’s going to ask you out or something.”

“Please stop, Chenle. I know you like joking about stuff like that but he’s just a nice sunbae, that’s all!”

“Drop the act, Y/N. I know you like him.”

This time, he’s right.

It started with the kiss scenes then the lovey-dovey shootings then came the drive-you-home extravaganza. Everything about Yangyang screams boyfriend for you. When he’d smile at you like you’re his most favorite thing in his world or when you’d be the only one he’d give techniques and advice on set, you knew what Chenle said about the man is right.

At first, you were in-denial about it. Thinking that maybe you’re thinking this way about Yangyang because you can’t get your shit together and that you’re acting unprofessional. But, you know yourself. All this time, you are professional and diligent but his acts towards you aren't.

Now, you’re here watching his character meet up with a new character the director added on a whim, saying something along the lines of ‘I’m sad Yangyang’s character didn’t have a partner.’

“Cut!” The director shouted, “That was a good run! Thank you, everyone!”

The moment your eyes locked in with Yangyang, he immediately walked your way, not minding the new female character in his vicinity.

“You were great out there,” you complimented.

“Thanks,” he looked up before looking right into your eyes again, “But that’s just an act you know, what you saw earlier.”

“...I know?” You laughed. Of course, you know. You’re an actress for god’s sake!

“Just… saying,” he responded. “Anyways, are you free? Do you want to hangout with Sicheng and the rest?”

You thought he’s about to ask you out on a date but Sicheng’s name flew out of his mouth and made your mood a bit down.

“Sure, I’d love to,” you replied, opening your SMS app to message your manager about the said gathering.

You were about to sit beside Yangyang when the new actress beat you to it and told you to sit between Sicheng and Hendery.

“It’s more fun if we sat beside our partners in the drama!” She suggested but you knew she just wanted to sit besides Yangyang.

The table was tense, with the actress giving Yangyang a lot of food on his plate while you and the rest were quietly looking at the both of them.

“I told Yangyang not to invite the newbie,” Hendery murmured.

“Wouldn’t that be bad?” You asked, surprised he even talked to you.

“So what? He could tell her I’m the one who suggested it.”

“That would be bad for you, then.”

“Everyone knows I’m bad. Much better for her to experience it sooner.’

You wanted to continue the conversation with Hendery more but he was clearly preoccupied with his ramen.

“That’s Hendery for you,” Sicheng smiled. “Here, get some of the beef I cooked.”

“Thank you, Sicheng,” you thanked him as he put some cooked beef into your plate.

From time to time, Yangyang kept on glancing at you while the new addition to the crew kept on pushing herself to the man. He was being uncomfortable because even though they rented a private section of this restaurant, rumors can still go and he can’t afford to have that.

“He’s looking at you, Y/N,” Sicheng said, as if you hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“I know, oppa. It feels weird.”

“Miss Y/N, you haven’t been touching your plate. Is everything alright?” Dejun asked rather loudly and everyone’s eyes on you now which made you feel small, especially when Yangyang’s gaze turned concerned.

“Yes, Dejun-sunbae. I just feel full now,” you smiled at his direction which is a bit to the left whereas you were in the middle.

“I’ll finish your food, Y/N. Give it to me,” Yangyang suddenly said, his right hand in your direction, waiting for you to give him your plate.

“But–”

“Sicheng-ge, give me her plate,” you swear you could hear the newbie disagreeing with Yangyang but he didn’t mind.

Sicheng, being the biggest shipper of you and Yangyang, gladly followed the younger’s request.

“Thank you, Yangyang-sunbae,” you said, eyes glinting with affection that everyone on the table didn’t miss.

Of course, the both of you may not notice your deep fondness towards each other but everyone around you can feel it–they just don’t want to meddle with it.

After everyone finished eating, you guys decided it would be better to part ways with each other and when the cast vanished into the busy streets of Seoul, you found yourself alone with Yangyang.

“At last,” Yangyang jokingly said, nudging you playfully with his elbow while grinning from ear to ear. “At last, I can be with you alone!”

Your heartbeat raced as you tried finding a reasonable response to him. “Don’t say that, sunbae!”

“Why? Don’t you want to spend time with me?”

“I like being with you, Yangyang-sunbae,” you responded, your tone was heartfelt but your execution was shy.

Yangyang glanced at you for a while before forcing you to look back up at him, his fingers found your chin, racing it up so you could meet eye to eye. “I’ve been meaning to tell you this, Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“You can stop calling me sunbae, you know,” he continued, “Just call me Yangyang, like everyone does.”

“But I don’t like calling you the way they do,” you argued, your lips forming a firm line.

He just laughed at your stubbornness before ruffling your hair.

“Okay, nepo baby. Just call me whatever you want,” he smiles at you genuinely, never getting tired of your little habits.

“Okay, my dearest sunbae,” he laughs again this time but you truly meant what you had said.

Sure, you might have other sunbae than him that you look up to and respect the most but none of them is Yangyang. None of them can make you feel the way he makes you feel. To you, he’s irreplaceable.

Yangyang’s presence is a constant in your day as an actress. He’s always there, watching your scenes and cheering you on every chance he gets. He would also lean over your script, pointing out notes with an exaggerated seriousness that makes you not pay attention to him.

“You know, I could just ask the director,” you say, snatching the paper back.

“But I’m more fun,” he whines, leaning back with a pout.

Then there are the quieter moments, like when you’re both reviewing scenes on his tablet, shoulder’s brushing as you sit close enough to share the screen. Or the way his hands would instinctively hand you a water bottle before you could even realize you’re thirsty.

Or when he would always stay up late at night, waiting for you to wrap up your shoot before bidding you goodbye, watching you go inside your van before minding his own way home.

“Sunbae, you don’t have to wait for me everytime,” you say one evening as he lingers beside the director’s chair, watching you finish your last take for the day.

“And miss seeing you trip over your lines when you’re tired? No thanks,” he teased, flashing you a mischievous grin.

You rolled your eyes at him, tossing a tissue towards his direction which he dodges with a dramatic flair.

Moments like this have become the norm, not just to you but to everyone else.

Everyone on set notices it. The way Yangyang’s eyes soften when he talks to you, the way your laughter is always louder in his presence. It’s in how he seems to move with you, like gravity itself pulls him into your orbit.

“They’re so obvious,” the director complains jokingly.

“Would you say anything, though?” Kun asked with a hushed tone, glancing at you both from across the room.

“Hell no.”

To the crew, it’s an open secret that no one dares to talk about. To you and Yangyang, it’s just the way things are.

And Chenle’s really worried for you.

You’re sitting in the dressing room, scrolling mindlessly on your phone while Chenle organizes your schedule for the following months. The buzzing voices and footsteps of the crew fades as you stand up for a while to close the door, creating a rare moment of peace and solitude in your otherwise hectic day, before sitting comfortably again.

Chenle sets his laptop down on the table with a deliberate thud, breaking the comforting silence.

“We need to talk, Y/N,” he says, his tone filled with urgency.

You glance up, already sensing the shift in his usual sunny demeanor. “What is it this time?” You asked, trying to lift his mood up but it seems like your manager has no time for jokes or any of your ministrations.

“It’s about Yangyang.”

You look at him puzzled, “What about him?”

Chenle crossed his arms, his expression was stern. “Whatever’s going on between you two, it’s too much. Everyone on set sees it.”

“So what if they do? People talk all the time,”you counter, feigning nonchalance, though your heartbeat races and you feel a knot tightening in your stomach.

“This is serious, Y/N,” his tone now direct, “This isn’t just about people talking. You’re putting your reputation and his career at risk!”

You roll your eyes at what he had said, leaning back in your chair. “Chenle, it’s not that serious. Even if something happens, my parents can fix it. They’ve done it before. Don’t worry.”

“See? That’s exactly the problem Y/N,” he snaps, “You’re so used to your parents cleaning up after you that you don’t even see how dangerous this is for him,” you could tell his frustration is boiling over but you don’t seem to understand why he’s angry. “Sure, you can tell everyone how you’re so much more of your name or your parents. You can decline any movies or series with their name, but that action of yours. This action of yours is why people still think you’re a nepo baby.”

Your eyebrows furrow, feeling confused. “I’m not doing anything wrong, Chenle. I’m sure Yangyang knows how to handle himself.”

“Does he?” Chenle laughs at your naivety. “Do you have any idea how hard he’s worked to get here? He doesn’t have the privilege of a safety net like you, Y/N,” he pauses for a moment, trying to catch his breath. “One scandal, one rumor, and everything he’s built is gone.”

You’re quiet for a moment. The weight of his words made you understand where he’s coming from but your response only deepened the rift. “Okay, fine. If it comes to that, I’ll handle it. My parents will definitely make sure nothing happens to him either. I’m sure of it.”

Chenle was cynical after hearing what you have just said. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t about who your parents can pay off. It’s about respect. Respect for his work, his sacrifices, his entire life!”

Outside the door, Yangyang stands frozen, his hand stuck on the knob. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on you and Chenle’s conversation, he just wanted to hang out with you today but instead, he got to hear your careless and out of touch words, making his chest tighten.

He hears Chenle’s voice lower, ultimately giving off the vibes that he’s intensely irritated at what you have said. “You’re so caught up in thinking everything will be fine because it always is for you. But for him? It’s not. And if you really care about him, you’d stop pretending this isn’t a big deal. Stop whatever is going on with you two, Y/N.”

Yangyang doesn’t want to hear anymore of what you guys are talking about. His stomach churns as he walks away, Chenle’s words and your indifference playing over and over in his head.

The ride home was quiet but not the quiet you wanted to have with Chenle. You genuinely can’t understand why he’s so exasperated with you when you’re just telling the truth. You can’t seem to find the problem with your parents paying off tabloids and threatening news agencies to keep the rumors about you and Yangyang out of the public eye.

And maybe, just maybe, the reason why you can’t find the problem with what you have said is because you’d never truly had to worry about the consequences of your actions. For you, it was simple: if things went wrong, you had the means to make it right.

“Chenle,” you finally broke the silence, your voice softer now. “I didn’t mean to upset you earlier. I thought I was being practical, you know? Looking out for everyone… I don’t know. Maybe I’ve missed something.”

Chenle’s hand tightened around the steering wheel of the van and you could see the tension in his shoulders. “It’s not just about you, Y/N,” he said, “It’s about Yangyang too. You have no idea how much risk he had put out on himself just so you could be close with him the way you are with him now. How he’d probably be in his bed every night, thinking when or where news would break out about you two but still continue to act like your lover day by day. You have no idea how much he’s risked for you and here you are, thinking everything can be handled with a few phone calls from your parents.”

His words stung more now, the sharpness of them cutting through your confusion. You tried to open your mouth to speak but nothing came out. This time, you knew Chenle was right. You have no idea.

“Do you really think this is just a game for him, Y/N?” Chenle continued, “I know, it’s partly my fault for letting him drive you home that night and for not giving you a heads up but I didn’t think it could go deeper. I didn’t think it could end up like this.”

“It’s not your fault, Chenle. I just… I just didn’t think of it like that,” you murmured, your voice almost too quiet for him to hear. “I just thought that… that it’s the way things work for me. I didn’t realize our situation could put him in a worse situation than me.”

Chenle’s expression softened at your confession, “I know you didn’t. But that’s why I need you to start seeing it from his side. From his perspective. This isn’t about what you can fix or what you think you can get away with.”

Betrayed is an understatement of how Yangyang feels right now. Hearing Chenle’s frustration and your clueless words earlier made his heart twist uncomfortably. Just when he thought everything was okay. Just when he thought it was okay to let his guard down for you. You just had to let him feel different from you.

“What are you going to do, Yang?” Renjun asked, sighing as he saw his talent leaning against the window of his car. He had heard about you and your manager’s dispute from Yangyang. The young man was already on the verge of crying when Renjun calmed him down, even just for a moment.

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone that far into whatever we had, ge.”

“I’m sure Y/N had her reasons as to why she said those things, Yang,” Renjun tried to save you from Yangyang but he knew it’s no use.

Knowing Yangyang, Renjun’s too sure that the boy will completely distance himself from you, considering how he just realized how dangerous it is for him to fall for someone like you.

“No, ge. This has to stop. Whatever this is. Chenle’s right. Even if I hadn’t heard her talking with her manager, I can’t let things go that far, ge. I have a career to uphold,” Yangyang sighed, “What would the public think if they learned about us? It’s so scary.”

“You’re overthinking again. Try to talk things with her tomorrow, maybe it’ll clear your mind.”

Tomorrow came and Yangyang dreaded it the most. You, on the other hand, are oblivious to the fact that your potential significant other potentially heard your conflict with Chenle last night.

“Yang-sunbae!” You greeted, still clueless.

With you greeting him with a huge smile that could cure the world, Yangyang wished he hadn’t heard what you had said yesterday. Yangyang wished this could go on. Yangyang wished you guys were just ordinary people.

“I heard your conversation with Chenle,” he wasted no time. Yangyang spoke to you with the coldest tone he could muster but his insides were shaking.

“Hm?” You were confused.

What conversation with Chenle? You thought.

Oh. You realized.

Oh.

“Must be nice for you, huh? To not be worried about your career because your parents can clean your mess up,” his words cut you like a knife. He swore to himself to become calm once you met him but Yangyang felt overwhelmed.

“What are you-” you couldn’t even continue what you were about to say because he interrupted you again, his disappointment in you evident in his eyes.

“I like you, Y/N.”

Those were the words you hoped Yangyang would one day say to you but his tone wasn’t the way to put it. You felt no butterflies in your stomach because you know this is not the confession where the both of you would end up together. More like a confession where you’d end up alone.

“I like you too, Yangyang-sunbae,” you try. You hoped that he would calm down. That this revelation of feelings would soothe him and make him realize that everything is okay. That he’d realize you’re ready to risk everything for him.

But deep down, you know you’re just a fool for even confessing.

Yangyang shook his head, “I like you, Y/N,” he repeated, “But we should stop. Your manager is right. What we have right now shouldn’t continue. We’re not allowed to be like this,” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence.

A confession and a closure at the same dialogue? Yangyang is the only one who could do that.

“Yang…” but he didn’t respond. You look at his figure walking out of the set.

You cried at where he had left you. You look like a fool there, with the director coming at your direction, completely confused as to why Yangyang left so suddenly and why you were left there, sobbing.

“No amount of public hate could make me hurt the way his words did,” you cry at the director’s shoulder. You were almost shaking.

It was your first ever rejection you have received your whole life. Sure, some individuals do not accept you in this field but his rejection of you was personal.

“Why’d you do that to her?” Yangyang found it surprising that Hendery was the one to ask him why. Out of all the people in the set, this young and rude man was the first one to ask him why.

“She can’t understand me or my situation. She can never understand it,” Yangyang just replied as he brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply as smoke curled up in the air.

“You should have known that from the start, considering she’s a product of nepotism,” Hendery replied. Him, too, lighting up his own cig.

“She’s more than what the public thinks of her,” Yangyang argued, “But, I think I have overestimated her.”

Yangyang didn’t mean to leave you crying, he felt hurt himself. When he saw you earlier, memories of yesterday flooded his mind, overwhelming him and causing him to say whatever came to mind in that moment.

He was terrified that he would become nothing once the news about you two broke. The thought of a dating scandal uprooting all the sacrifices he had made for his career filled him with dread. In truth, he was afraid of you.

From the first time he saw you at the read-throughs, he sensed something about you could destroy him. Still, he tried until all that remained was the painful realization that you couldn’t be with him.

Hendery didn’t respond to Yangyang anymore. Instead, he just stood there while Yangyang found himself sitting with his truth in silence, grappling with the weight of his emotions. It was just him, Hendery, and the unspoken fears that lingered between you two, a reminder of what could never be.

“I know this is bad timing but the editing team accidentally deleted a kissing scene from Riko and Jun and now–” the director was frantic, almost worried for you and Yangyang but Kun calmed her down.

“Breathe,” he said, patting the back of the director to soothe her.

“Thank you,” she smiled before continuing, “I need the two of you to get your act together and film this one, just one, scene again.”

Yangyang didn’t reply, as if he’s distracted with something. You, on the other hand, gave the director a small nod.

It was the day after the confession-closure thing and you kinda accepted to yourself that while he has become wary with you, you’re still willing to accept him. Even if it takes a lifetime.

“Good morning, sunbae!” You gave him your best, energetic smile but he just gave you a nod.

“At least, he acknowledged you,” Sicheng’s makeup artist felt bad for you so she tried to cheer you up.

“Okay, Y/N and Yangyang! Give us your best shot!” The director calls, you breathe deeply before looking straight into Yangyang’s, you mean, Jun’s eyes.

Be professional, Y/N! You scold yourself.

Yangyang immediately dives into the kissing scene, leaving you no room to mentally prepare for it.

The kiss was fierce and desperate. You feel as if you’re trying to consume each other, pouring all your unspoken words and pent-up feelings into this single moment.

Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear. He responds by deepening the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly, grounding you both in this whirlwind of passion.

It’s as if you guys weren’t Riko and Jun. The pretend kiss was extremely intense, everyone on set felt that it was genuine than it was supposed to be. But the director liked it.

“Cut!” The director shouted and Yangyang was quick enough to detach himself from you. “That was a good one-take!”

You weren’t able to respond because Yangyang was already leading you to a secluded place.

“Hey! Wait!” You try to make him stop, “The director’s not finished talking, sunbae.”

Once he deems it’s safe enough, he looks at you before sighing deeply. He leans into you, kissing you for real this time.

Yangyang doesn’t know if this is your first kiss but you don’t care at all. You close your eyes, feeling the moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, breathless.

“I should be the one apologizing, sunbae.”

Yangyang inhales, looking straight into your eyes, “It’s just… it’s just I’m afraid to disappoint them, Y/N. My fans. The public. I don’t like the way they’d paint me if we’re revealed.”

“It’s okay, really. At least, you told me now,” you give him a half smile.

In that instant, you realize how much you’re willing to risk for him. You were so easy to forgive him that you’d already forgotten what he had made you feel yesterday. But there’s this thought that has been eating you since then… that Yangyang’s not ready to risk what you’re ready to give him.

“Look,” you were determined to make this right. “I know it’s complicated but–”

He shakes his head harshly, cutting you off. “No, Y/N. You don’t understand this ‘complicated’ you’re talking about. I like you, Y/N. I genuinely, deeply fell for you but I can’t afford to risk my career or put you in danger of being even more hated by the general public.”

“Yangyang-sunbae,” your voice was trembling but you still gave him a forced smile, “We can still be friends, you know?” You don’t want to be friends with him but if that’s the only way to keep him around, you’re willing.

“No, Y/N. We can’t be friends.”

“Why not?” You plead, desperate for him to explain whatever he has on his mind because he’s been puzzling you since earlier.

“Because I like you more than friends do,” he admits, his voice betraying him again.

The confession sends a rush of emotions through you, “So what does this mean for us?”

“It means…” He hesitates again, his brow furrowing, knowing that whatever comes out of his mouth next will change his relationship with you. “It means I have to lose you to protect you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the face. You want to scream that it’s not fair, that love shouldn’t come with conditions or sacrifices, but only a shaky breath left your lips.

“Yangyang-sunbae,” you say softly, stepping closer again despite the chasm between your desires and his fears. “I don’t want to lose you.”

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like time stands still. In those gaze of his lies everything unspoken: the love that burns fiercely but is overpowered by his fear.

“I wish things were different,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You reach out, fingers brushing against his hand, wishing for him to reconsider. But deep down, you know he’s already made up his mind.

“It’s premiere day!” The director gleamed.

“Sicheng, you ready?” You ask your lead partner.

“Ask yourself first if you’re ready,” he replied. And he’s right about it, considering how this is the first time you’re going to see Yangyang again after your closure.

The venue was filled with energy, cameras flashing from left to right, fans cheering for every cast member, and the buzz of excitement filling every corner of the room. You take a deep breath before diving in with Sicheng at the stage, reminding yourself of the work you had put into this series.

The lights were blinding you and Sicheng and you can’t even hear the cheers of your fans with your heart thumping incredibly loud and fast. As you pose for photos, your eyes can’t help but wander to Yangyang. And when you did? Your heart almost dropped.

Yangyang looked dapper in his suit, standing with his partner in the drama as well as the other cast members. He catches your gaze for a second before continuing to smile at the cameras pointed at him. You can’t help but feel a pang in your chest.

You mean, what’s the point of looking that good if there’s a distance between the both of you?

After the dashing and successful premiere of Eternal Sunshine, you find yourself at the after-party where only the crew and the cast were invited.

The atmosphere was celebratory, filled with laughter and clinking of glasses. Heck, you even heard someone say that this drama is going to be a hit and that you deeply hope. But your mind wanders to Yangyang, sitting at the side with Hendery, exchanging small talks with the man every once in a while.

You don’t know what came to you at that exact moment but you can’t help yourself. Your feet found its way towards an unsuspecting Yangyang.

You first greeted Hendery, who even though feels the atmosphere didn’t need his presence there, didn’t give a single care and continued to eat.

“Y/N,” Yangyang greeted you first.

“Hey,” you smile softly at him before leaning to his level, whispering, “I just want you to know that I’ll wait for your love, Yang.”

It was the first time Yangyang had heard you call him without honorifics, making him flustered and shocked. He was about to respond to you but you shushed him, walking towards the area where the director is to talk with her.

You know that there’s no need for further explanation because deep down inside, you're resolute: you’ll absolutely wait for his love. You like this man deeply, more than words can explain, and no matter how long it takes you're willing to endure it all for him.

COMING UP NEXT. “Yeah, but it’s so weird because you can feel the tension and I think it’d be even weirder now because they’re wrapping up the first season and Ten has to get the interesting bits while the makeup artist has to make sure Sicheng is the interesting bit.”

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doiesfav · 1 year ago

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✩‧₊˚ Yangyang couple headcanons ||

Pairing: bf! Yangyang x gn! Reader

Contains: just fluff🫶🫶

Disclaimer: These are just headcanons and purely fiction, so if you don't like how I interpret them, just skip this post!!

MASTERLIST

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Yangyang is the type of boyfriend that whenever you cook something he always offer to wash the dishes, he may seems like an lazy boyfriend but would do anything for you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who appreciates quality time so much that he would even skip practise or work for you. At the end you always get mad at him for doing it and telling him to not skip work because of you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who, in a special day like anniversary or birthday, is in charge of everything, and when i say everything is everything. This man has everything controlled, the time you were back home, who would be talking to you that day… (kinda creepy) But everything for the best celebration

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who would shower you with his pets fur whenever he tries to kiss you. It’s kinda funny because some days his pets receive more kisses than you

Yangyang is the type of boyfriend who’s excited about knowing you more, he always asks about how was your day, what did you eat, if you had a bad day and much more. He appreciates you a lot and he does the same for you

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Happy birthday yangyang!! Can’t believe hes 23 SINCE WHEN😟😟 anyways here are some headcanons as always for bday specials💞💞 thanks for the support and would appreciate notes!!

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solaris-amethyst · 6 months ago

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🪻Please don't do that!🪻

✨Pairing: Yangyang x gn!reader ✨Prompt: Two kindergarten teachers tries to take their class of toddlers to the park to have some fun outside ✨Word count: 1.4k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, some humor, best friends au, kindergarten teachers au ☀️Authors Note: This idea came to me from listening to my sister who has worked as a kindergarten teacher lol. I thought it would be a fun scenario to write! Let me know what you thought about this!💓

"I think that's everything for our trip right? We got food, drinks, snacks, diapers and everything else." Yangyang said as he went down the list the two of you had created earlier today before all of the kids in your class were coming in for the day as you were finishing up dressing the last child in their outdoor clothes. The kids were adorable, dressed up in their little jackets and shoes and sun hats to protect them from the sun. Now it was just you and Yangyang who had to get dressed for the outdoors as well.

"You've put on sunscreen? I've put sunscreen on all of the kids and myself." You said whilst putting on your own jacket.

"Yeah I put it on earlier whilst packing my bag. No sunburns today." He said with a smile while putting on his own hat, shoes already on. The two of you were actually excited to take the kids to the park and let them enjoy the nice weather while running off all that extra energy they have.

"Great! Then we can head out now. Righ-"

"Y/n! I have to pee!!" A kid shouted at you causing you to sigh and lead him to the bathroom.

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"No please put that stick down! No! Don't put it in your mouth Stella!" Yangyangs voice could be heard from the back of the train and you stopped to turn back to make sure no one would get hurt as Yangyang went up to the little girl, trying to get her to stop playing around with the stick and biting it. It took a lot of coaxing on his side before Stella had given up the stick with a pout which gained her a little pat and smile from Yangyang before he stood up and went back to the end of the train and holding hands with the little child at the very back.

"Okay then! Lets continue our journ-" You were once again interrupted by Linong, who sat down on the ground not wanting to take another step claiming his little legs could not carry him any longer and that he didn't wanna walk anymore.

"Come on Nongnong it's not far to the park I promise." You tried to gently persuade the toddler, hoping the cute little nickname would help but he refused causing you to sigh.

"What if I carried you?" You barely managed to finish that sentence before he was standing up waiting for you to pick him up which you did with haste.

"Okay all my little ducklings! Let's waddle on forward!" You said encouragingly to all the other toddlers who shouted back in their adorable little voices let's go! let's go!

Luckily the two of you and your group of thirty toddlers managed to get to the park without another hiccup.

"Highfive Y/n! We got to the park!"

You high-fived Yangyang, both of you sharing a smile while looking over all of the kids running around in excitement over being at the park.

"You think they'll behave?" you asked curiously because even though they are for the most part sweethearts towards the two of you they are still toddlers and toddlers will do what toddlers want to do after all.

"Of course they will behave. What's the worst that could go wrong?" Yangyangs voice trailed of at the end of the sentence before he was off running shouting for two of the toddlers to not eat the sand causing you to wince at the thought of them eating sand and potentially getting sick.

"Y/n what's that??" one of the kids asks while pointing at a butterfly which was residing on some of the flowers. You crouched down and some more kids gathered around curious as well to what it was.

"That my friend is a butterfly."

"So you can eat it then?" the kid questions reaching for it causing you to stop her.

"No you can't. Please don't go around trying to eat them."

"But you said it was butter??"

"It's just named butter I promise you it is not made out of butter. They're nice bugs helping the flowers. We need them alive." You tell the kids who nods at your words before bouncing off to the swings.

The kids behaved for the most part but the two of you did not have a moment of peace since you left the kindergarten building. You were constantly running around getting kids to stop putting things in their mouth, stopping some from trying to climb the trees, helping them on the swings, multiple toilet breaks. It was when some of the kids came up asking about spiders while some were trying to pet the ducks who had arrived at the park that the two of you decided it was time for a snack break. It was the only way to get your kids to truly sit still and be somewhat quiet and right now the two of you needed that.

The kids had finally sat down after you two had asked them to sit down and use their listening ears while being silent. The kids excitement had gone wild when you started to tell them which snacks you had brought with you. It almost made you laugh over their excitement over some pears, apples, carrots and cucumber sticks along with a mini cookie and capri-suns.

All the kids requested for the capri-suns with the animals on which made you glad you had bought the safari ones and not the regular orange ones.

"Well, this has been a success so far I'd say." you said eating a piece of pear as you and Yangyang looked over your toddlers.

"Yeah I agree, chaotic but a success. I thought I'd succeed tho in letting Peter pick himself up when he fell but he just laid there waiting for someone to pick him up. Like a starfish on the ground, wouldn't get up no matter how much I encouraged him and told him he could." He muttered to you and you snorted, it was well known at your place that Peters family always picked him up if he tripped or fell even if he hadn't hurt himself so he just laid there assuming someone would pick him up and no matter what you and your colleagues did he would not budge from the ground once down.

"He'll learn eventually. I'm sure of it." You said chuckling.

"So next time shall we bring them to a museum?"

"Are you sure about that? Perhaps an interactive museum would work. Or a theatre play?"

"Hmmm I heard something about them doing The Wizard of Oz at the local theatre with teens for children. I could check if they got any tickets left for us to come. I heard it's really good for kids and interactive as well."

"That sounds amazing honestly Yangyang. I think they'd love that. We should check that out once we get back today after everyones been picked up."

Both of you smiled, these kids even if they were chaotic and sometimes troublesome were honestly the highlights of your days. The two of you often spent time after work coming up with new ideas to do with your class or talking about things that had happened like how one time one of the kids had snuck into the kitchen area and to Yangyangs shock found a frying pan that he tried to hit others with, which he had promptly taken away from said kid and handed it back to the kitchen staff while asking that they lock this area so no kid could enter.

Or that time the kids took their time to put a blanket over you when you had accidentally fallen asleep when it was their nap time before all of them had fallen asleep and all they did was make sure you were cozy with a blanket before laying down and sleeping next to you. That picture is still one of Yangyangs favorite that he had taken of you and the kids to show the parents at pickup that day.

The two of you and the thirty children enjoyed the rest of the day at the park before it was time for you and all the little ducklings to go back. Their enthusiastic little let's go let's go always warmed your heart as you journey back home. Both of you hearing how the kids talked to themselves how this day was the best day ever and that the two of you were the best teachers ever.

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tokkiclub · 2 years ago

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“I can’t believe you’re jealous of our son.”

pairing: liu yangyang x fem!oc genre: fluff, suggestive, humor warnings: established relationship, swearing, a heavy makeout session word count: 2.5k a/n: english is not my first language, so if u find any mistakes, please let me know! <3

Lyra let her body fall heavily onto the mattress, a groan escaping her throat as her arms sprawled out among the sheets. It was Friday night, and for the past month, these seemed to be the toughest days of her eternal week. Her shift always ended up lasting longer because of some indecisive customer or a coworker who messed up their task, or simply someone determined to make her life miserable. She twisted her torso to one side, attempting to crack the bones in her back, and buried her head back into the pillows. She didn't even care about the growling in her stomach; at that moment, nothing sounded better than sleeping until noon the next day.

Just as she began to question why Yangyang was taking so long, she heard a soft, familiar purring. When she opened her eyes, Leon was looking at her with his large, attentive green eyes, his ears twitching slightly every few seconds. Lyra smiled softly, and the animal, as if it perfectly understood what that meant, let out a meow and rolled onto his side. The dark-haired girl unearthed one of her arms from under the pillow and used it to stroke his fur, making sure to scratch under his chin and behind his ear. The cat rubbed against the space on her neck with great pleasure, his purring increasing in volume and his eyes half-closed.

"Oh, so you're cheating on me?" Yangyang appeared at the door of the room, leaning against the frame with a smile that betrayed the supposed indignation in his tone.

Lyra chuckled as she watched Yangyang enter the room.

"You didn't even wait for me to come up," he said as he took a seat on the edge of the mattress to remove his shoes, and Lyra could hear the pout in his voice.

"You were taking too long, and I'm so tired," she complained, hugging the cat closer to her body.

"You're lying. You just wanted to come up to be with... that guy."

He took off his jacket and left it on the back of the desk chair, feeling his girlfriend's laughter behind him and causing his own to escape his lips. He automatically moved to the left side of the bed, where Lyra's feet dangled with her shoes still on, and took them off for her.

"I can't believe you're jealous of our son," Lyra teased, a warm feeling climbing up her chest at her boyfriend's gesture. Yangyang lightly tugged at the elastic of one of her socks.

"When you ran up the stairs just to cuddle with him? Pft, it's clear who has your heart right now," Yangyang returned to his place on the edge of the bed, teasing the tail of his pet just to hear him let out an annoyed meow. "What? Do you forget who your real owner is here?"

"Stop bothering him," the girl scolded him, and the -for now- gray-haired boy shook his head in disbelief. Leon stared him directly in the eyes, and when Yangyang raised an eyebrow in his direction, the cat rubbed the top of his head against Lyra's neck.

This arrogant son of a bitch...

He couldn't believe it, his own son, whom he raised with so much effort and sacrifice, trying to steal his girlfriend right in front of his eyes. Now he was a little jealous. He was sure that if Leon could talk and act like a human, he would be saying, "I win, you lose," with a self-satisfied smile while hogging all of the dark-haired girl's love.

Louis, you're my favorite from now on.

"Yang...," When she heard his name softly spoken, he averted his gaze from his mischievous cat. And, God, he would never be ready to face the tenderness of Lyra's sleepy features, with slightly glassy eyes and a silly half-smile. It was probably his favorite version of her. "Come here, come on, stop looking at me like a wet puppy from over there."

Yangyang rolled his eyes but still obeyed the request. He dropped down on the right side of the mattress as if it were routine, because it is, and they always sleep in the same way. The movement made Leon complain between their bodies, and Lyra rewarded him by stroking him between the ears. It took everything in him not to let out a loud huff as the animal practically reveled in it while looking at him from the side.

Who came up with the idea of adopting this guy?

Oh, right. He and Ten.

"Alright, time's up, buddy," and with that, he lifted the animal in his arms and sat down, leaving it at the foot of the mattress. Lyra burst into laughter, and Leon meowed indignantly.

"You're so mean," as the girl scolded him again, Yangyang returned to his position on the bed, but this time in the spot previously occupied by his cat, in the space beneath Lyra's neck.

"Mmmh," he passed an arm over her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were as close as possible. Inhumanly close, just the way he liked it. Very close.

Lyra grumbled, rolling her eyes with an enamored smile dancing on her lips. She buried her hand in Yangyang's hair, incredibly soft to the touch even after countless bleaches, and received a sigh against her collarbones in response. Her other hand found its place on his hip bone, right where his shirt had ridden up a bit, revealing a glimpse of his skin. She gently caressed it with her thumb, and Yangyang nuzzled under her chin in the same way Leon or Louis would.

"You're just like a cat," Lyra commented, stroking the strands of his head. "My jealous boyfriend with cat tendencies."

"Leave me alone."

"Oh? But just a moment ago, you were desperate for all my attention," she tried to tilt her head to look at him, but it only made him hide more in her neck, as if that were possible. Lyra slipped her fingers through his hair and playfully tugged. Yangyang groaned. "What? Why so shy all of a sudden, baby, hmm...?"

The nickname made Yangyang's heart race in his chest. God, he was truly done for if he couldn't get used to his girlfriend calling him... like that. Or any nickname, because just hearing his name from those lips made him weak in the knees like the anime girls Hendery liked so much. It seemed he was done for either way.

"Are you embarrassed for feeling jealous of an animal, huh?" the girl pinched his side, letting out a laugh when he squirmed. Yangyang pinched her butt. "You have nothing to worry about, Yangie, you're the only one for me."

Yangyang sighed, feeling the warmth in his cheeks as if he were a love-struck schoolgirl. This is going to be my downfall, he thought, before planting a quick kiss in the hollow between her collarbones and pulling back just enough to be able to look at her. Lyra already had her eyes fixed on him, with a smug smile and one eyebrow raised in a way that reminded him too much of someone, although he couldn't exactly pinpoint who (Jaemin, the answer would hit Yangyang the next day, God, exactly like Jaemin).

"Wipe that smile off your face."

"Why don't you do it?"

Totally my downfall. This girl is going to be the death of me.

He pushed himself up slightly, leveling his gaze with hers and close enough to feel their breaths collide and the tip of her damn adorable nose brush against his. Lyra's eyes gained a new kind of sparkle, and he felt her fingers dig into his side. Yangyang moved his hand from where it was resting on her waist and took hold of her neck, pulling her up and capturing the sound of surprise that escaped her with his lips. Lyra, in the most literal sense, melted against his mouth, fitting perfectly and letting his boyfriend lead the kiss. Yangyang always kissed her as if they had all the time in the world, even when they were rushed and barely had a few minutes to see each other amidst their busy schedules, he kissed her as if time stood still in that very moment. As if the rest could wait, but she couldn't. And Lyra would be lying if she said that didn't make her fall a little more in love each day. The boy's fingers slid through the hair at the nape of her neck, demanding more closeness, and she didn't even try to hide the moan and the way she sought to entwine her legs with his. Yangyang rose until he could lean on his elbow and hover over her, momentarily breaking the kiss, barely allowing her to catch her breath before capturing their lips once again. With the new position, Lyra wrapped both arms around his neck, letting one hand slide down a bit to press her fingers just above his shoulder blade. Yangyang let out a muffled sound as he wrapped an arm around her lower back and pressed their bodies together. The intensity of the kiss seemed to increase as they touched, the friction added by their clothes generating a heat in the air that both knew very well where it would lead them, and the sound of the TV and Dejun's laughter in the living room reminded Lyra of how they couldn't do this right now.

"Y-Yang..." she tried to say as she abruptly broke the kiss, but Yangyang seemed to understand it as a signal to move his lips to her neck. Lyra swallowed when she felt the graze of his teeth, clinging to the only part of her brain that was functioning properly at this moment. "Do I have to remind you of what happened the last time we... ah, did something with others in the apartment?"

"Mmm, we just have to be quiet," he simply replied, his mischievous hands sneaking under her shirt and caressing the skin of her stomach. Lyra sank into the mattress at the same time as she let out a soft moan.

"W-we can't, Yangy-ah..." having a conversation was off the table, that was for sure, because forming a coherent thought with Yangyang biting her neck wasn't an easy task at all. "I'm serious, we have to stop, come on. I can't- Oh my God, always being the voice of reason here."

Yangyang pulled away from where he had been buried in her neck, his eyes glassy, his hair disheveled, and looking at her in that way. The same way he looks at her when they're in the middle of something, as if he wants to devour her whole, and boy if Lyra can understand the feeling.

"They won't hear anything, believe me, they're probably watching Lucas' favorite show, and you know how loud he gets when he’s excited about something," she knew Yangyang was trying to persuade her, and let her add that the hand caressing her rib and dangerously close to the start of her boob was quite convincing. "Stop trying to escape from me."

"Excuse me for not wanting them to hear us having sex, again!" she exclaimed, lifting one of her legs to hit his back with her heel, and Yangyang, the damn bastard, took advantage of the situation to grab her other leg and make her intertwine both around his slim waist. "Yangyang!"

"What?" he asked, feigning innocence as if his smile didn't give him away completely. All perfect teeth and the worst kind of mischievous gleam in his eyes. Lyra wanted to eat him whole.

"And it's not just about them hearing us! Or have you forgotten the time when Kun almost opened the door while I was, literally, giving you a blowjob?" she continued complaining, trying to push him away without really doing it. She was so weak against him, seriously, but she couldn't keep letting him get away with it. "And when Sicheng almost caught us doing it on your desk? And, I swear to God, if I have to endure Ten's 'I saw you naked and I won't let you live it down' expression, I'm going to pull out all my hair with my own hands."

"Mmm, get angrier, babe, you know how it turns me on," he tried to kiss her again but Lyra, quite literally, put a hand in his face. Yangyang tried to bite her finger, and she indignantly pulled it away.

"I'm being serious!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Well, then reject me."

"What?"

Yangyang crashed his lips against hers, not even giving her time to react when his tongue was already seeking permission to intrude into her mouth. Lyra gasped, searching for her last shred of sanity to pull away when her boyfriend pressed his growing erection against her. Well, so much for trying to be the voice of reason, she thought as she tightened her legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer. Yangyang groaned deeply, and the depth of the sound sent shivers down her spine as she let out a trembling sigh against his lips. She felt him smile, and she didn't need to look at him to know what kind of smile it was. Diabolical. Lyra pulled on the hair at the back of his neck in retaliation.

"Hey, guys, one of the cats is trying to get out. I can't believe you didn't notice, seriously... Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were...!"

They abruptly separated from each other, the most obscene and even pornographic sound caused by their lips at the end of the kiss resonating throughout the room. Hendery was standing in the doorway, with one hand on the doorknob and his body turned toward the hallway, staring fixedly at one of the walls.

"Why don't you knock before coming in!?" Yangyang's voice sounded like a teenager just going through puberty as he moved to grab one of the pillows and cover his lap, his cheeks flushed.

"Why don't you lock the door!?" Hendery replied, turning to look at him but returning his gaze outside when he met Lyra's eyes behind his friend. "And I did! Leon was scratching the wood to get out, but you two were too busy with your… stuff to notice."

It had to be, Yangyang thought, that damn cat.

"Why the hell are you guys shouting so loudly?"

Oh no. Lyra covered her face with both hands, inwardly lamenting what was coming for them. Out of all the people living in that damn apartment, did it really have to be...?

A wicked smile spread across Ten's face as he peered over Hendery's shoulder. Yangyang closed his eyes tightly.

"So, you two again? Really?" he said with a tone that was a mix of mocking and disappointed. "I see, so someone has a weird exhibitionism kink..."

And as Lyra sighed, accepting her fate, Yangyang knew what his would be.

I'm screwed.

#nct #wayv #nct x reader #yangyang x reader #liu yangyang #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct fic

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bulgasari-seo · 7 months ago

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don't get mad, a wayv oneshot (3k)

perfectly normal kun spends a perfectly normal day at his perfectly normal job, only to discover his best friends are Not perfectly normal.

been hanging out in the weishen district of ncity today. enjoy the results :D

"Kun-ge, I have a question for you."

Kun looks up from his lunch: a perfectly normal caesar salad, two perfectly normal mandarins, and a perfectly normal cup of iced green tea. Across from him sits V Entertainment’s newest hire, a young intern named Chenle who just started in his department.

He puts his fork down and leans back, watching Chenle with curiosity. "Sure, what is it?"

Chenle looks around, then leans in close, hand covering his mouth and voice low. "About Ten.. He's kind of, well.. Weird, isn't he?"

Kun squints, clearly judging. "We work in marketing, Chenle. Sooner or later you'll find out that Everyone is kind of weird."

"Really? You don't seem weird at all. Not in the way he is. Have you seen the way he adjusts his hair? Why does he use the back of his hand? It reminds me of my friend's cats."

"I've known him since high school, and he's always done that, Chenle."

Chenle shakes his head. "You don't get it. Have you ever heard the urban legends that some people aren't well.. People?"

"Are you suggesting that Ten is an alien? I get that we all have our own quirks, but really.. I think you've been reading too much sci-fi lately."

Chenle stands up from the table in their break room, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You've been in the corporate world too long, Kun-ge. Sooner or later, you'll see what I'm talking about. I guarantee it."

Kun watches the intern leave, and sighs, finishing his lunch. The rest of the day sweeps him up in the usual fast pace of the Marketing department, and before he knows it, it’s 5:00. It’s Friday, and everyone has already left the office, eager to start their weekend. Kun stretches and packs his things, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and strolling over to Ten’s office.

Ten's office is a mess. Papers are strewn across his desk, some threatening to spill over to the floor. The two chairs in front of his desk are piled high with samples from various printing companies, eager to earn the business of Neo City’s largest music distributor. They’ve all been ignored, of course; it took someone special to earn the attention of the marketing director.

Speaking of which, said director is currently stuck in a Zoom meeting (who schedules a Zoom meeting on a Friday?), fidgeting with a ball of yarn. Kun raises an eyebrow, leaning in the doorway and crossing his arms. It’s another minute of chatter before Ten notices he’s there, and he startles, the ball of yarn flying out of his hands.

“It’s been great, Johnny, but I gotta get out of here, the weekend’s calling. You have a great rest of your day, okay?” Ten waves goodbye and ends the meeting, and his entire demeanor changes from corporate mumbo-jumbo to the best friend he knows and loves. He stands up from his chair, stretching and letting out a deep sigh of relief.

Kun rolls his eyes, leaning forward and picking up the ball of yarn. Chenle’s words echo in his mind, and he tosses the ball in Ten’s direction. If he truly had cat-like reflexes, he’d dodge the ball and jump ten feet in the air.

He smirks at the thought of Ten jumping ten feet in the air. Too funny.

The ball hits him square in the chest, and he startles. “What the hell was that for, Kun?!”

“You’re taking too long. We have to meet up with everyone in,” he checks his watch, “20 minutes.”

“Good thing it’s just down the street, then. Did you get all your projects sorted out?”

“Of course I did, who do you think I am?” Kun turns and waves, heading towards the elevator.

“Hey! Wait for me!”

It’s a short walk from the V Entertainment building, filled with their usual after-work debrief. Yes, there’s enough in the budget, no, the clients haven’t sent over their edits yet, okay, we’ll circle back next week. They stop in front of Lonely Chef Xiao’s hotpot restaurant, and a bell at the front door signals their arrival.

“Wow, no customers today, Xiaojun? Kinda weird, don’t you think?” Ten calls out. The restaurant is empty, its usual hustle and bustle replaced by only the sound of the running fountain at the entrance.

Xiaojun pokes his head out from the kitchen, eyes brightening as soon as he spots Kun and Ten. “You made it! You’re actually early, believe it or not.”

“What? We’re early?” Ten looks at Kun accusingly. “So I could have finished my meeting?!”

“You could’ve, but what, you’d rather spend time with Johnny from the Korean branch instead of your best friends?” Kun folds his arms and stares back, refusing to back down. Ten points at him and hisses, dropping his work bag in a booth and sauntering off to the kitchen.

Kun snickers, dropping his own bag in the same booth and following. He pulls his phone out, attempting to start a video call and grimacing when he sees his double chin in the angle. The dial tone sounds for a few seconds, and then Winwin’s face pops up.

“Kun-ge! How are you?!” Winwin’s voice is bright, a brief respite from the monotony of the corporate lifestyle. Kun smiles widely and flips the camera, pointing at Xiaojun and Ten.

Xiaojun is focused on prepping a meal for them, looking up briefly to wave at the camera. Ten bounces up and down in delight. “Winwin, my beloved! It’s so good to see you! We’re doing great, how’s your shoot going?!”

“We’re filming the final scenes this week and next week. If everything goes well, I should be able to come home soon!”

Winwin flips his own camera, showing off the various filming equipment at the location for his next movie. “I think this one’s gonna be a really good story. You guys have to come to the premier, okay?”

Kun flips the camera again and steps out of the kitchen, Ten following and peeking over his shoulder. “Of course we will. I’ll clear out Ten’s schedule, he has no say in it.”

“No need for that, I’ll do it myself!” Ten laughs. “Don’t forget Winnie, we’re always cheering you on. Call on us if you ever need a pick-me-up, okay?”

“You guys are first on my list.” Winwin looks off-camera and says something. “Okay, I have to go. Enjoy your meal!”

They say their goodbyes, and Kun steps back into the kitchen, washing his hands and watching Xiaojun cook. “What’s on the menu today, Master Chef Xiao?”

“Just got in a new shipment of soondae, so some of that alongside our usual hotpot choices. And Hendery’s usual vegetarian options, too, so if you’re not feeling meaty, there’s more than enough for everyone.” Xiaojun replies, setting his knife down and pushing his sleeves up. “Has Yangyang come down yet? He said he was taking a nap.”

“He hasn’t, but I’m sure he’ll be down soon. Anything ready for the table?”

Xiaojun offers a fanged smile and picks up the knife again, pointing to the dishes on the other side of the counter. Kun avoids the knife and nods, picking up the dishes and bringing them out to their table.

Ten and Yangyang are already seated, chatting idly with each other. Yangyang brightens upon seeing Kun, standing up and rushing to hug him.

“Woah, hold on! Let me put these down, please!” Kun dodges the hug, setting the dishes down and spreading his arms wide. Yangyang tackles him, threatening to tip both of them over. “What’s going on?! You’re never this excited to see me!”

“I’ve had a really rough week, that’s all. This semester is kicking my ass, and a hug from my favorite gege always makes me feel better.” Yangyang buries his face in Kun’s chest, and he laughs, patting the college student’s head.

“You can make it through this, I know you can.” Kun reassures him. “And once you’re done, you can intern with me and Ten at V Entertainment.”

“What, really?!”

“Of course!” Ten claps. “Why wouldn’t we? You’d be a great asset for our team. There’s a lot for you to learn from our department.”

“Out of the way, hotpot coming through!” Xiaojun shoves his way in between Kun and Yangyang, pushing a cart full of fresh foods. Everyone takes a seat, mouths watering as they watch Xiaojun set up their broths, laying the various ingredients along the table with precision.

“I’ve outdone myself this time, for sure.” Satisfied with the spread, he takes a step back, taking a swig from his bottle and wiping a red liquid from his mouth with pride. “I hope you all love it.”

“How could I not love something made by the best chef in all of Neo City?”

All four heads turn to the entrance of the restaurant, immediately recognizing the voice. A glimmer of a gold medal rests on his chest, and Hendery steps forward, a big goofy grin dancing on his lips.

“Our Olympic Gold Medalist has returned!!” Yangyang bolts over, tackling him with a hug. Hendery laughs, catching him mid-air and swinging him around.

“Welcome home Hendery! How was the flight?” Kun asks, greeting him warmly and pulling out a chair.

“More important than that, how was Paris?!” Ten marvels. “I haven’t been in so long. Kun, we should go soon.”

Hendery takes turns hugging everyone around the table, then sits next to Kun. “It was magical, just like everyone says. The food was good, but even so, I missed JunJun’s cooking dearly.”

Xiaojun smiles to himself, dumping ingredients into the hotpot and waiting for them to cook. “Flattery will get you nowhere, you know.”

“It’s okay, I have nowhere else to go.” Hendery laughs, taking a carrot from one of the plates and chomping on it. “More importantly, thank you for putting this together. I missed all of you more than you’d ever imagine.”

“I don’t have to imagine! At least Kun and Ten get to see each other every day. I have to sit in classes all day, by myself. It sucks!” Yangyang pouts, and Ten chuckles, patting him on the head.

The five descend into a lively conversation over their hotpot, sharing stories of the fun things that have happened in their lives. Kun stays quiet, reminiscing on the last ten years of their friendship.

Once he, Ten, and Winwin graduated high school, they ended up dorming together at UNCT. Winwin’s acting career took off in their junior year, and he was able to move out. Who would’ve known that they’d become such close friends with their next-door neighbors, Xiaojun and Hendery? The four ended up informally adopting Yangyang, who became a regular at Xiaojun’s restaurant from the opening day. Through the ups and downs of the last decade, they had stuck together, and there was no sign of it stopping.

The conversation reaches a natural lull as everyone focuses on their food, and Chenle’s words echo in Kun’s mind once again. He peers at his friends, watching their mannerisms.

Sure, it was kind of weird how he only really saw Xiaojun at night, but as they became working adults, there really was no time to meet but at night. And sure, it was kind of weird how his favorite food was soondae, and his favorite drink was Bloody Mary’s, and how he had fangs, but.. Yangyang has fangs, too.

Hendery seemed like a pretty normal guy too, even if it was a little unnatural just how good he is at archery. It was admirable just how much strength he had for a guy who ate exclusively raw vegetables, but Kun was far from athletic, so he’d never be able to understand the lifestyle. Yangyang was also athletic, and occasionally went on vegetarian diets, so who was he to judge?

And then there was the matter of Ten, his best friend above all. He worked hard, but he also rested very, very hard. On most weekends, Kun wouldn’t see Ten until late in the afternoon, and he could often hear him awake late at night, either chatting away with Yangyang, or, well, working.

Kun also found it a little odd that the only type of cooking Ten would ever join in on was when he baked bread; he seemed to really enjoy kneading the dough for some reason. Yangyang would often come over on those days, and it would get to the point where he’d have to kick both of them out for over-kneading his dough.

So yes, in conclusion, all of his friends were a little weird, but surely it wasn’t in a supernatural way, right? Maybe he should call Winwin later and get his thoughts on the matter. Then again, Winwin had been away filming this movie for well over six months at this point, so he wouldn’t have the best memory of their behaviors.

“Kun-ge, is everything okay? You’ve been quiet for a while now.” Hendery waves a hand in his face, tilting his head in concern. Kun blinks a few times, refocusing.

Four pairs of eyes stare at him curiously, and he waves them off. “It’s nothing. One of the interns told me something earlier today, and it’s been floating around in my head. That’s all.”

“Really? What did they say?”

“Some urban legend about people not being people, that’s all. I didn’t look into it.” Kun shrugs, scooping some vegetables out of the broth and into his bowl. “I told him everyone’s a little weird, and it’s normal.”

Xiaojun stiffens, swapping his usual bottle for a cup of water. He laughs nervously. “Yeah, that’s right. Being weird is just a human thing, isn’t it?”

“It is.” Ten hums in agreement, checking his phone. “Oh my god. When did it get so late? I have to get home!”

“Why, because it’s the full moon? What, are you a werewolf?” Kun snorts.

“Obviously not, dummy!” Ten hisses at him, and turns to Xiaojun. “It might be too late, can I spend the night?”

“Of course, our guest room’s always open for you. Although, Yangyang might have left the bed a mess. He tends to do that when he naps.”

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that!” Yangyang laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Ten stands, wishing everyone a good night and turning to leave. Kun raises an eyebrow, also standing and grabbing his arm. “Hold on. Why are you acting weird? Are you sick?”

“Kun, really, it’s fine. Go help Xiaojun with the dishes, I’m fine.” Ten’s eyes dart to the clock on the wall, dangerously close to midnight.

Xiaojun and Hendery don’t say a word, standing to clean the dishes from the table. Yangyang watches nervously as Kun’s patience thins.

“No, something is clearly not fine. Just tell me. Why are you acting like this?” Kun gestures to all of them. “Why are all of you suddenly acting like this? Are you hiding something from me?”

“Kun, please. Let go of me.”

“We’ve been friends for nearly a decade at this point. I thought there were no secrets between us? You’ve literally seen me naked, Ten. We’ve all seen each other naked.”

“Why are you bringing that up now?! That’s so weird! You’re the one being weird!” Yangyang exclaims, pointing.

Kun shoots him a look. “You mean to tell me him running away isn’t weird?”

“Kun. Just let go.” Ten’s eyes are desperate, pleading.

“No, I’m not letting go! Tell me what’s going on, now!” Kun’s angry, switching their positions so he’s blocking the front door.

The clock strikes midnight, and somewhere in the distance, they hear the bells ringing through Neo City.

“Well, shit. It’s too late now.”

A large cloud of dust erupts, and Kun shuts his eyes, coughing. He feels something jump at him, and when the dust clears, a black cat rests in his arms, curling its tail around his face.

“What the hell?!” he yells, dropping the cat. Yangyang dives forward and catches him, pointing at Kun in an accusatory manner.

“How dare you almost drop Ten-ge! What if he got hurt?!”

“That’s-” Kun points incredulously, “That’s Ten?! What?!”

The cat – Ten – hisses, swatting at him with an extended paw. Yangyang coos at him, scratching him behind the ears just the way he likes it.

“He’s not a werewolf, gege,” Yangyang says softly, “but a were-cat.”

Kun drags his hands across his face. “You expect me to believe..”

He turns on his heel and slams open the door to the kitchen, shrieking at the sight. Xiaojun’s fangs are deep in Hendery’s wrist, and he has a wild look in his red eyes. Hendery yelps, pulling his arm away from Xiaojun and immediately covering it with a towel.

“What are you doing!? I have to fix it, hold on!” Xiaojun snaps out of it, his eyes returning to their normal color. He grabs Hendery’s wrist and licks it once, and the bite marks disappear.

“What the hell is happening in here?!” Kun runs his hands through his hair, exasperated. “Xiaojun, are you a vampire?! Have you been a vampire this whole time?!”

Xiaojun’s face is bright red from embarrassment. “I, um.. Uh..”

Kun’s lost his marbles at this point. “Let me guess, Hendery, you’re some sort of supernatural creature too? What are you, a horse? Is that why you eat so many carrots?”

Hendery scratches his head. “Umm, not exactly.. I’m a centaur.”

Yangyang bursts into the kitchen, holding Cat-Ten. Kun brings both hands to his face, sighing.

“What’s next? Is Yangyang a mermaid or something?”

“What? No, mermaids aren’t real. I’m human.”

“Oh, for the love of-” Kun sighs. “You mean to tell me you’re the most normal person here out of all of you?”

Hendery looks to the ground, ashamed. “This is why we didn’t tell you, Kun-ge. We all knew you’d react like this.”

Kun realizes they’re all deeply hurt by his words, and he pauses. His voice softens. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in the way that I’m startled by your true selves, but more so that I’m hurt you felt you had to hide it from me.”

He scoops Cat-Ten out of Yangyang’s arms, scratching his head. “I know I can be a little stern at times, but I’ve never thought there was something bad about being different. I mean, up until today, I had never even considered supernatural creatures to be something that even exists in this world.”

Cat-Ten purrs, leaning into his touch. Yangyang raises an eyebrow, folding his arms. “You mean to tell me that you’ve known us for this long, and never suspected a thing? Not once? I caught it as soon as I moved across the hall from you guys in my freshman year.”

“I- Listen, Yangyang-”

“No, it’s true. He’s always been so focused on his studies, and his work, there was no way he would notice.” Cat-Ten says. Kun startles, looking down when he paws at his face. “I just had to go next door every full moon and spend the night with Xiaojun and Hendery.”

“Speaking of which, Hendery, where are your.. Y’know... the rest of your legs?” Kun makes a vague gesture with his free hand.

“Oh, uh.. Magic pants.” Hendery grins. “There’s a store nearby that specializes in enchanted goods. The owner is a faerie, and he takes really good care of us.”

Kun pauses. “TYONGYA? THE CLOTHING STORE? What the hell, Taeyong was in one of my classes back in college!”

There’s a moment of silence, and then all of them burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Ten hops out of Kun’s arms, rubbing himself against Xiaojun’s legs.

“One more thing.” Cat-Ten says. “I should warn you, Winwin’s actually an angel.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. He’s literally an angel. Sent by God Jisung Park himself.”

“Sent by who?!”

“Hey, Kun, don’t get mad!”

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