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isoldmysoultokpop · 4 years ago

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{ATEEZ Yunho FF} Love Yourself (pt 3)

~Rating: Teen~ ~Yunho x fem.reader~ ~This is fictional~

Trigger warnings: Suicidal themes, self hate, and anything else that might be related

(Go stream Fireworks xD)

P.S. Sorry for grammatical errors/spelling mistakes ^^;

(I see why you guys simp for Yunho. Joong’s actually my bias, and San was my bias wrecker, but ever since I had a dream of me dating Yunho, he’s just been looking so fine-)

You groan as you slowly wake up. Early morning sunlight was shining into the living room.

...Living room?

You process where you are.

“Oh, you’re awake?”

You glance up. You were still leaning against Yunho, but you had a blanket over you now.

Yunho’s dark brown eyes had a curious gleam to them. He had his phone in his left hand.

“I-....” you blink the sleep away. Realization finally dawns upon you. You pull away from Yunho quickly, but since you weren’t fully awake, you become dizzy.

“Ahh, easy, Y/N,” Yunho said while holding your arms to steady you.

You look out the window and the sunlight. “What time is it?” you demand.

Yunho glances at his phone. “Almost 7:30am; why?”

You freeze. It was almost 8am. Your parents always came into your room by 8 to make sure you were awake. If they find you gone, who knows what’ll happen when you get home later?

“I... I need to go now,” you mutter as you stand up. You stagger a little bit, but Yunho stabilizes you again.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need to get home; my parents are going to find out I’m gone soon. They’re going to kill me when I get home,” you said in an obvious panic.

Yunho curses under his breath, which takes you by surprise. “Give me five minutes, and I can drive you to your place,” he said.

“Okay, but hurry it up, please,” you said impatiently.

He nods before dashing up the stairs that you hadn’t realized were there until now. You chew on your bottom lip while you start to pace around the living room.

Footsteps on the stairs makes you look up. You were expecting to see Yunho but a mop of pink hair catches you eye. San had noticed you too.

“Oh, Y/N? You’re still here?” he said, his voice deep and weary. He obviously just woke up.

“Yeah, but Yunho will be taking me home soon,” you reply quickly.

San yawns. “What’s the rush?”

You didn’t reply. He gave you an inquisitive look, but he didn’t pry.

Yunho rushed down the stairs, almost barreling into San. “Sorry, San!” Yunho yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed car keys off of a table.

He gestured for you to follow him out the door, so you run over there and slip on your shoes. You give San a quick wave before leaving the house. Yunho unlocks his car, and you sit in shotgun.

“You’re going to have to give me directions or your address,” he said as you both buckled up.

After a bit of figuring out where you were, you managed to guide Yunho to your home. You had him park a bit away from the house so your parents wouldn’t suspect anything if they happened to look out the window. You thank Yunho and hurriedly make your way back to your window. You slip inside as quietly as possible. You glance at your clock.

7:54am.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You change into todays clothes, and right on cue, your parents knock on the door.

“I’m awake,” you yell.

The door opens regardless. Your mom looks inside. “What time did you get home last night?”

You curse internally. “Late,” you reply vaguely.

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “You weren’t home all day, and we contacted your friends. You weren’t with them, so where were you?”

You chew the inside of your cheek.

“I know you weren’t at work either,” she said.

You sigh. “Is it wrong of me to go out by myself?”

Your mom huffs. “It is when you don’t tell us,” she said.

“I’m an adult, mom,” you reply flatly.

“Then act like one,” she snaps. “If you’re going somewhere, you have to tell us.”

You bite on your lip to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes.

“Don’t do that again,” is all your mom says before leaving.

Groaning, you grab your phone and text Yunho.

You: Yunho T-T

Yunho: Are you okay??

You: I don’t know

Yunho: What happened?

You: My mom scolded me for not telling her or dad where I went

Yunho: But you’re an adult?

You: That’s what I said!!

Yunho: Did you tell her about me and the others?

You: No, and I won’t ever

Yunho: Then if you’re supposed to tell them where you’re going, how are you gonna hang with us? TT

You: I’ll just sneak out at night

Yunho: At night??

You: The day is too suspicious. It’d be better if they’re asleep

Yunho: We all need sleep tho

You: Uuugh

Yunho: Oh i know!

You: ?

Yunho: We use a dance studio a lot; how about you say you’re taking lessons?

You: They’d never support me taking dance lessons

Yunho: Hmm, then use a cover

You: Lie to them?

Yunho: Don’t word it so bluntly ^^;

You: I mean, that’s what it is.

Yunho: ^^;

You: I’ll do it

Yunho: Really??

You: Yeah, why not? I’ll just tell them I’m taking etiquette lessons or smth

Yunho: Alright! Can we meet up tomorrow then??

You: So soon

Yunho: Sorry T-T

You: Nah, it’s fine. I got time tomorrow, so I’ll see you then

Yunho: Oh! Does early afternoon work?

You: Yeah, it should. I’ll show up at your place around 2?

Yunho: That works, except how about I pick you up?

You: Yes, please TT

Yunho: Haha okay

You smile. Tomorrow should be fun.

The rest of your day was uneventful. Just some more hate from your parents and “friends”, but you managed to keep yourself going by thinking about Yunho and the boys. You got to see them tomorrow, and that made you feel better.

You finally made it to night, and you were getting comfy for a good nights rest. Your phone chimed. Yunho had sent you a “See you tomorrow! Good night :)” text. You smiled and said “good night” back before finally falling asleep.

You woke up late, so you just got ready for your day with ATEEZ. You decided to wear a black, short sleeve crop top and some leggings. You headed down the stairs and made your way to the front door before yelling out loud enough for your parents to hear.

“I’m heading out, I don’t know when I’ll be back!”

Your mom and dad come out from the living room.

“Where are you going?” you dad asked in suspicion.

“Do I really have to tell you?” I ask, trying to feign innocence.

“Yes,” your mom said.

You sigh. “Well, I wanted it to be a surprise for you guys, but I’ve been taking etiquette lessons in secret.”

Your parents’ eyes widen. “Really?” your mom asked.

You nod. “Yeah, I was hoping to do something right, so I scheduled some lessons with a private tutor.”

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “Can we have the contact information for this person?”

You bite your lip. You weren’t prepared for this. Apologizing internally, you give Yunho’s number to your parents. Your dad nods and signals that you’re free to leave.

“Bye,” you said hurriedly and left the house. You wanted to run, but you couldn’t or else you’d raise suspicion. So you just sped walked.

You finally reach Yunho’s car and open the shotgun door.

“Eager much?” Yunho teased.

You quickly shake your head. “You haven’t been called yet, have you?”

“Mm, no?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “I told my parents that I was taking etiquette lessons from a private tutor. They wanted this ‘tutors’ number... so I kind of gave them your number...”

Yunho gapes at you. “What??”

“I’m sorry!! It was the only thing I could think of right away,” you apologized, not able to make eye contact with him.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I guess I can pretend to be your tutor. Will they be mad that I’m a guy?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “I hope not,” you mutter.

Yunho shrugs. “For now, let’s head to the house,” he said while driving back out into the street.

The car ride was quiet. You reached their house soon enough, but it was a mildly awkward car ride.

You get out of the car and head up to the front door. Yunho’s close behind you and he opens the door.

San greets you guys right away.

“Hi, Y/N!!” he said cheerfully.

“Hey, San,” you said with a smile.

You noticed most of them were ready to head out. You raise an eyebrow. “Are we going somewhere?”

Yunho chuckles. “Well, I didn’t lie when I said we frequent a dance studio. We’ll be heading there today,” he explained.

Your eyes lit up. Soon enough, you were at a dance studio. They apparently rented a room for half a day quite often.

Once in the room, all of the boys drop their bags and water bottles next to the wall. You sit down next to their stuff.

“Y/N, won’t you join us?” San asked you.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t know how to dance,” you said sadly.

Wooyoung pipes up. “We could teach you,” he offers.

“Or Yunho could. He’s one of the best dancers out of all of us,” Seonghwa said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

At the mention of Yunho, his phone starts ringing.

He looks at you and shows you his phone. Sure enough, the caller I.D. is your moms’ number. “It’s my mom,” you said.

He sighs before telling the others to remain quiet. He picks up the call. “Yes?”

You couldn’t hear your mom properly. Just some noise.

Yunho continues to stare you as your mom talks. “Yeah, Y/N’s with me,” he said.

Some more muffled noise.

“We’ve only just started our lessons a few days ago; I can’t say how quickly she’ll understand all of this etiquette,” he said.

You pout your lips.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but can we get back to our lesson? There’s much to teach.”

He rolls his eyes before saying his goodbyes and hanging up.

“She’s nice,” he said sarcastically.

You laugh at that. The others look between you and Yunho.

“What was that about?” Hongjoong inquired.

“WELL,” Yunho starts. You groan and hide your face behind your hands as you fall flat on your back in embarrassment. “Y/N thought it’d be a great idea if she gave my number to her parents and told them that I was her etiquette teacher.”

“I said I’m sorry,” you muttered behind your hands.

Yunho gives you a mischievous smirk. “So how about I actually teach you something?”

“Like what?”

“Dancing,” Yunho suggests.

You perk up. “I’m actually interested in learning how to dance,” you say quietly.

All of the boys give each other excited looks.

Yunho smiles broadly. “Alright, then! We have to stretch first,” he said as he made his way towards you.

He sat down next to you. “Here, copy me,” he said as he spread his legs out a bit and leaned forward with his arms in front of him.

You tried, but you couldn’t get far down.

“I’ll help,” Yunho said. The other boys continued to stretch, although San managed his way over towards you and Yunho eventually.

Yunho told you to keep leaning forward. You felt his hands on your shoulders, and he gently pushed down on you. You could feel the stretch of your muscles as he did so.

“Ahh, that hurts,” you whine.

Yunho chuckles. “That’s common,” he explained.

After doing a few more stretches, you watch the boys perform once before San and Yunho try teaching you the basics.

You struggle a bit at first, but you eventually get the hang of what they’re teaching you.

“Ahh, move your arms this way,” San said as he held your forearms and swung them up and down.

There was a lot of physical touch, and although you weren’t used to it, you were enjoying it. You never received physical affection from your parents so this was a new experience for you.

Yeosang clapped his hands to get you, San’s, and Yunho’s attention.

“We’re going to order food. Do you guys want anything?” he asked.

Jongho mentions that they’re getting tteokbokki, kimchi, other dishes, and they have ramen.

San asks for some Coke, and Yunho just asks for bulgogi.

They place the order. Seonghwa and Wooyoung offer to pick up the food, and they head out, saying they’ll be back in about a half hour.

The realization that it’s almost dinnertime makes you look at your phone to check the time. It was already 6pm.

You’re about to flop down on the floor when Yunho pulls you back up. “It’s good to stretch before and after you exercise,” he tells you.

You nod while yawning. You stretch with San and Yunho, and then you rest on the dance room floor.

You’re on the verge of dozing off when San and Yeosang lay down next to you.

“So you like dancing?” San asks.

You nod. “Oh yeah. It’s always been my dream to be an idol, but my parents think it’s a waste of time.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Yeosang muttered. “I’d still try becoming an idol.”

San agrees. “Who cares what they think? You’re old enough to make your own choices.”

“That’s the issue,” you said with a sigh. “I’m getting old; it would take a while to properly train me on vocals and dancing, and by the time I’m ready, I’d be too old to debut in a group. I’d either have to take up an instrument or go solo.”

San groans at the truth. Yeosang, however, proposes an idea. “Jongho has amazing singing skills. Maybe he can teach you?”

You raise an eyebrow and glance at the maknae.

He must’ve overheard because he nods.

“Can you sing, please?” you ask politely.

He smiles before obliging. You’re astonished at how well of a singer he was. He hit high notes flawlessly and without effort.

You were shook.

After he finishes, he gives you an encouraging smile. “Your turn to sing now.”

“No way!” you object. “After that, I’ll sound terrible.”

Jongho shakes his head. “I won’t know what to help you improve on if I don’t hear you sing,” he said.

Swallowing thickly, you start singing one of your favorite songs.

After you were done, the boys clapped, so it must not have been as bad as you thought.

Jongho joins the small group of you, Yeosang, and Yunho. He starts giving you singing tips and breathing techniques.

Your impromptu lesson gets interrupted by Seonghwa and Wooyoung bringing the food. Happy with how the day went, you and the boys start feasting.

~Large time skip~

It’s been a few months since you met Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ. Over those months, you got close to all of them, but San and Yunho in particular. You haven’t been caught by your parents yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time. They called Yunho often to ask about my etiquette progress, and he’d managed to convince them you were doing alright. You really owed him one for pretending to be an etiquette teacher when, in reality, he was your dance teacher.

Yes, you’ve been taking dance lessons from Yunho and San while Jongho and sometimes the others give you singing and even rapping lessons and tips.

You’re finally beginning to understand what Yunho meant about friendship. You’ve stopped hanging out with the people your parents got you acquainted with, although they definitely weren’t happy about that.

In regards to Yunho, you felt most comfortable around him, but you were also nervous around him. You guys often hugged in greeting and when you were saying “bye” to each other, and every time you didn’t want to let him go. You weren’t sure why, and you didn’t want to mention this to him.

You still had suicidal thoughts, but it’s gotten better. Yunho was always there to comfort you, but if you didn’t want the comfort, he would respect your wishes and keep his distance, unless you were about to do something rash.

Anyway. You were on your way to the dance studio. You were gonna be trained on singing while dancing. It’s a pretty chill song and choreography so you won’t be overdoing it.

You had just entered the dance room, and you could already feel the crackhead energy.

Sure enough, San, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Yunho were making strange noises and faces. You shake your head, a smile on your face though.

San notices you first.

“Hey, Y/N!” He runs up to you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You laugh, giving his arms a pat.

“Can I put my backpack down first?” you ask.

He pouts but removes his arms regardless.

The second you put the bag down, San’s arms find their way around you again. You hug him back this time. Once you two pull away, you make your way over to the others, giving them hugs too, but linger on Yunho like you always do.

“Where’s Mingi and Wooyoung?” you ask. Jongho had walked in during your hugging sess.

San huffs. “They aren’t coming today. Apparently they’re busy today,” he says, obviously upset that Wooyoung wasn’t there.

You chuckle. “Woo may not be here, but hey, at least you got me,” you joke.

San grins at you.

Yunho clears his throat. You look at him while San quietly laughs.

“We should get the lesson started,” Yunho says with a shrug.

You nod.

You were about 20 minutes in your lesson when your phone buzzes. You give Yunho an inquisitive look through the mirror. He nods, giving you permission to your silent question.

You check your phone and freeze. Yunho came over to look over your shoulder. He froze as well.

Mom: We know you’ve been lying to us. We followed you to a dance studio. What kind of etiquette lessons are these?

You didn’t know what to reply with. She just kept sending messages.

Mom: You’ve disappointed us again, like you always do.

Mom: We shouldn’t have been surprised though.

Mom: Once you get home from your “etiquette lessons”, we’ll have a nice, long talk.

You dropped your phone, fear filling you. You stumbled a bit backward, but Yunho steadied you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

San, Jongho, Yeosang, Hongjoong, and Seonghwa had come over to check up on you two.

You shake your head. “I can’t go back home...”

Yunho gives you a gentle and comforting hug. “You can stay with us tonight,” he offered.

You clutch his shirt. “No, I can’t go back at all. They’ll beat me.”

Yunho’s grip on you tightened, and you heard the other boys make remarks or just noises.

Seonghwa speaks up. “We have a spare room. It’s still empty, besides some boxes. Why not move in with us?”

Hongjoong agrees. “We’ve known each other long enough. I think it’d be alright.”

The others put in their input and agreement to you moving in with them. You look up into Yunho’s deep brown eyes. He nods at you.

“Okay, but I’d still need to go back to get my stuff,” you said, sullen.

Yunho hums for a second. “How about we go to your house tonight, maybe around 1 or 2am? Your parents would most likely be asleep, and we can sneak in to get your things,” he suggested.

San lights up at the idea. “Can I come with?” He pauses. “If that’s what you decide.”

You think about it. It’s probably the best idea. Avoiding confrontation with your parents while managing to gather your things and go. You could leave them a “nice” note too.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you finally conclude. “But only Yunho and San will come with. I don’t want a large group breaking into the house,” you said.

The others nodded in understanding. “While you’re doing that, we could set up the room,” Jongho states.

Everyone settles down on the floor, and we call Mingi and Wooyoung to let them know what’s going on and our plan for tonight. We get the finer details figured out and soon enough, the mission is on its way.

You were standing outside your old home with Yunho and San. It was as dark as it could be, since it was new moon phase. The few streetlights were your only source of light, along with the few flashlights you guys brought.

“Okay, so where are we breaking in from?” San asked.

You bite down on your lower lip. “My bedroom window. It’s on the first floor so it won’t be hard,” you replied.

The boys nod, and the small group makes it way to your window. You slide it open slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible.

“Can you hoist me up, Yunho?” you ask, not wanting to risk making noise while swinging yourself in.

He nods and crouches in front of you. He opens his hands for you to step on, and you use him as a step ladder. You manage to get into your room without incident. Slowly and silently, San and Yunho climb in as well. You head to your dresser first to grab your clothes while the boys grab your shoes, bags, and accessories.

After a while of packing and freezing after dropping a few items, you finally get to personal belongings. You packed your video game consoles, a few pictures, camera, and anything else you owned that had sentimental value.

You breathe out a sigh of relief. It was about 4 in the morning now. You had been here too long for comfort. You quickly write a snarky note and leave it on your desk.

“Okay, let’s go,” you whisper urgently.

They nod in response and grab a few of your bags of belongings. You grab the remaining bags and suitcase. You three leave out the window as quietly as possible and run to the car without closing the window.

Once inside Yunho’s car, all of you loudly sigh out in relief and pent up stress. You groan silently as exhaustion finally settles in as Yunho starts driving.

San looked over the car seat since he was in shotgun, you in the back. “The others have your room mostly ready. There’s a bed with bedding at least,” he said.

“Good,” was your only reply.

You must have dozed off because before you know what happened, you’re at their house. You, San, and Yunho grab all of your belongings and take them to your room. But since you guys were too tired to carry all of the heavy things, a few things remained. San left you in your room to get those remaining bags.

“Well, that was exhausting,” you heard Yunho speak from behind you.

Startled, you quickly turn around, but from lack of sleep added with stress, you lose your balance and stumble forward. Yunho tried catching you but ultimately failed.

You wince in pain as you and Yunho collided with the floor. Opening your eyes, you make eye contact with Yunho.

You notice a light blush on his face, which makes you realize the compromising position you two were in. Yunho was on his back but propped up on his elbows. You were over him, or well, more so over his “area”. Yunho’s knees were up, but you had your arms next to his sides, thus pinning him down. You felt your face heat up quickly, and you were about to scramble away from him and apologize when a voice cuts through the awkward silence.

“I-........ should I leave?”

You turn your head so fast, you manage to crack it a bit. San was standing in the doorway, holding the rest of your things. He had a slightly flustered look, but he was smirking at you and Yunho, an obvious teasing glint in his eyes.

San sighs dramatically as he drops your bags onto the bed. “Honestly,” he sighs. “I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and I walk in on Y/N about to give Yunho a-”

“San!!” Yunho whines and scolds at the same time.

You quickly get off of Yunho and stand up. “It was an accident!”

San’s smirk widens. “Oh, was it now?”

“Yes!” You exclaim exasperated. “He startled me, so when I turned around, I lost my balance and ended up pulling him down with me.”

San laughs. “I’m teasing,” he flicks your forehead lightly.

Yunho had stood up while you and San were bantering. “If.. If that’s all, I’m going to go to bed,” he said awkwardly.

You nod. “Yeah, I can handle the rest by myself,” you say just as awkwardly.

Yunho just nods and leaves. San watches the whole thing with interest.

“Are you sure you don’t want help?” San asks.

You shake your head. “You have to be as exhausted as I am. I’ll unpack everything tomorrow. Right now, we all need sleep,” and as you were speaking, you yawned.

San smiles at you. “Alright. Have sweet dreams, Y/N.” He pauses for a second. “Maybe dream of Yunho,” he adds on with a wink.

“YAH!” You slap San’s shoulder. He escapes your room while laughing. You sigh and roll your eyes, but you were amused by his teasing.

Finding your pjs, you change into your sleepwear and haul everything off of the bed. You slip into the comfy bedding and fall asleep almost instantly.

~To be continued

#ateez #jeong yunho #choi san #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #song mingi #jeong wooyoung #choi jongho #fluff #cute #romance #ateez fanfic #angst #ateez angst

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btsfan15 · 4 years ago

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New Roommate (Part 2)

It’s been a few weeks ever since Jin moved into my dorm room, and I would say it was going pretty well. I enjoyed being alone, having peace and quiet to myself, but it did get lonely sometimes here and there. I’ve always thought of having another roommate, but I wasn’t expecting it to be my bias and bias wrecker. I thought I had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, I found myself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of us had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where I’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And I’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have my breakfast dribbling down my chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of us found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t I have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one? I’ve started locking the door every time I change after an incident where Jin came in to ask me about groceries without knocking. Instead he found me with my shirt halfway off, my bra clad chest completely exposed.

Jin has started locking the bathroom when he’s taking a shower too, after I barged in on him once. To be fair though, I really had to go that time. The curtain was drawn anyways, so I didn’t see anything… Not that I wanted to see anything. Really, I swear. We’ve always slept away from each other. Me on the bed and Jin on the fold out couch. I know it would be weird if both of us were sleeping together cause that’s kinda like...you know.

Sometimes I feel embarrassed when Jin’s in my room. I don’t know why, but I’m controlling myself from saying something stupid. Also, I feel sort of...different in front of Jin. Like, whenever I see him or sit next to him, I get this weird feeling in me. When I’m alone, I feel fine. It just goes back and forth. And you know what’s really annoying and embarrassing? Not only do I feel different around Jin, but my brain gives me these pictures of me unbuttoning Jin’s shirt.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I control my brain?! Jin didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did I. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension. Curse my hormones. I don’t want to say I like Jin. I mean, I do, but not in a boyfriend type of way. I just like him. As a friend. I think he feels the same way, too. At least, I hope so. None of the other members know about this. I really don’t want them to know about this. But, they’re gonna find out one day. Can’t wait for that.

To be honest, I really wanted to have sometime to myself. I couldn’t keep up with all this. And if you think that’s not worse, the next thing I’m about to tell you is. The other members went on a trip and guess who’s stuck with Jin? Yep, that’s right. Me. I’m already going crazy with this sexual stuff in my brain and now Jin and I are alone in the house. Great.

Thank god he went out of town. I can finally have some alone time, and I mean alone time. I settle in with a glass of wine and start my solo session of Netflix and chill. No really, I’m not kidding. I had my laptop and everything, the newest season of the Baby-Sitters Club came out. However, my session is interrupted when my phone vibrates halfway through my second episode.

[Jin]

I miss you, Navya.

The message is followed by a slightly blurry selfie of Jin, but it’s clear enough that I can see the ruddiness of his cheeks, hinting that he is probably not the most sober right now, and also the fact that his shirt. Is completely. Unbuttoned. Excuse me, what? From what else I can discern, it seems like he’s in a bathroom of some sort, probably the one at his friend Ken’s house, whom he’d been staying with. My cheeks flare up at the image on my phone.

Sure, I’ve seen him shirtless before, but that was an accident, and I was too shocked to actually get a good look at him. Now, I have an image of his bare chest and toned abs immortalized on my phone. Shit, am I drooling? I shake my head vigorously, trying to clear my mind of anything that shouldn’t be in there. And there is a lot that shouldn’t be there. I take a few deep breaths before replying to his message.

[Me]

Jin… Did you mean to send that?

I watch the pulsing three dots that show that he is typing, holding in a breath.

[Jin]

Wait, is this not Navya’s number?

[Me]

… Um, it is

So wait, he meant to send that?

[Me]

Why did you send that?

[Jin]

I said already~ I miss you~

I scream internally, my cheeks flushing with enough heat to set something on fire. In fact, I’m surprised that there aren’t little flames on my face already.

[Jin]

I tnihk I’m drukn

[Me]

You think?

[Jin]

Ya… I’m slepeyy toooo~ can you tuck me in?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My hands shake as I type in my reply.

[Me]

You’re in the next city over. I can’t.

And thank god. If he was right in front of me don’t know if I’d be able to refuse him.

[Me]

Go to sleep Jin, you’re going to have a bad hangover in the morning.

[Jin]

If that’s what you want, I will~

I let out the breath I had been holding when I finish reading the last message, glad that it’s finally over, but are startled by one last message. Another photo, to be exact.

[Jin]

Good night~

In the picture, Jin is puckering up those plump lips of his, as if he is kissing my mouth. Maybe it’s the wine, but I can’t help but think where else I’d like him to—no. Shit. Shit. No. I can’t do this. I lock my phone and toss it beside me on the bed, lying back on the mattress. I should probably sleep now, that exchange tired me out. I momentarily get back up to put away my laptop then return to the bed, tucking myself under the covers.

However, as the night goes on and I toss and turn more, I keep on find the image of Jin with his shirt unbuttoned creeping into my mind once again, and a heat spiraling between my legs.

“Fuck it.” My hand starts smoothing down my body until it reaches the junction between my legs. Maybe an orgasm will tire me out enough to get me to sleep. And if Jin is what gets me off this time, well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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I’m a bit giddy when I wake up, perhaps because I had let out a little of the sexual frustration that had been building since moving in with Jin. However, that all comes to a halt when he walks in the door during my breakfast.

You see, when I made the choices I did last night, I didn’t really consider how it would affect how I would see Jin. I mean, I am already stupidly attracted to the guy, how much worse can it get?

A lot, apparently. Because imagining him in the way I did last night just makes me want him more. Fuck. I hate myself. I gotta distract myself.

“Jin! You’re back.” Wow, Navya. Smooth. Real smooth.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you when I was coming back?” He asks. “You did, you did. I’m just tired.” All thanks to me. “Welcome back, Jin. How did your trip go? Did you have fun?” I flash him a smile and I hope it’s not too forward. “Oh, I had an amazing time! We all went out to party everyday and ate at different restaurants! You should’ve come, Navya! I think you would’ve have a blast with us!” Jin says. “T-that does sound really fun. M-maybe next time?” I say.

“Maybe.”

“Why don’t you get unpacked? You’re probably tired too.”

“Yeah, I’m still kinda nursing a hangover. I went out drinking last night,” he explains while rubbing his temples. “I’ll leave you to your breakfast. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” He starts walking back to his room. I let my gaze linger after him, and as I scan my eyes over Jin’s broad shoulders, I realize that he hasn’t mentioned anything about last night’s text exchange.

Thank god, because I am not looking forward to that conversation. But I also wonder if he remembers at all? Oh well, he’s going to find out soon enough, since the messages are still on his phone. That’s going to be fun.

I sigh before taking another bite of my bagel. I’m almost finished with one half when Jin comes out of the bathroom, changed into new clothes. “Hey, do you mind if I cook dinner tonight?” He says as he slides into the chair across from me. My first instinct is to nod vigorously, because each time Jin has cooked dinner, it has been amazing, and I’d always gone to bed with my stomach full.

However, while I’m not going to take back my agreement to let him cook, because good food is good food, I can’t help but internally panic at his offer. I know it’s not a date, because we’ve done this countless times before, but recent events are making me anticipate tonight in a way I don’t think I should.

“S-sure, that sounds good. Do you need groceries? I can get them for you,” I offer, needing to get out of the apartment and put some space between me and Jin. “You don’t have to do that.” Jin says.

“It’s fine! I already have some errands to run, so it’s no problem.” It’s true, I was planning on making a grocery run anyway. “Why don’t you make a list of what you need, and I’ll buy it for you.” I think this is a pretty reasonable offer. Which is why I’m surprised when Jin shakes his head no.

“Why don’t I just come with you? It’ll be easier that way. Besides, wouldn’t you want help carrying all those groceries?”

“S-sure.” Well, there goes Operation Avoid Jin for as Long as Possible™.

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A few hours later, we were at the supermarket. “Um, you said we needed eggs, right?“ I ask as I scan the fridge shelves.

"Yep.”

“Uh, okay.” I stare up at the top shelf, where the last carton lies. Shit. It’s just out of my reach. Why do supermarkets even put things there? Don’t they want customers to actually be able to buy—

“Here.” While I was busy with my internal rant against supermarkets, Jin had taken it upon himself to use his height to his advantage and grab the carton for me. “If you wanted help, you could’ve just asked.” He says, a little smirk playing at the ends of his lips. “I-I was fine,” I stutter, and I hope he can’t see the way my cheeks heat up, because he was standing really close to me.

“Really? Then why were you staring at the top shelf for the past five minutes?” A little puff of air escapes from his mouth, hinting that he is trying to hold in a laugh.

“Oh my god, let me live.” I bat at his free arm, covering my mouth to stifle my own laugh. My chest swells with relief that Jin took it upon himself to break the tension.

“Don’t worry about it. It was cute.” And now the tension is back.

“Uh, let me put this in the cart—” I reach for the carton, when I’m interrupted by a shrill squeal.

“What an adorable couple,” says an lady on the far side of middle age as she waddles up to me and Jin, carrying a huge purse almost a quarter of her size. “You’re both so good looking! And isn’t he so sweet to help you out like that, I know my husband would never do something like that.”

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you so much, ma'am. But we really need to get back to shopping. It’s date night you know, I’m making her dinner,” he says with a wink, and the lady swoons. I would be unamused at his antics, if he didn’t have a similar effect on me.

“A man who can cook! You’ve really found yourself a keeper.” The lady nudges me with her elbow, sending her own wink my way.

“Y-yeah. I sure have.” The smile on my face is abnormally tight and to anyone but this woman it would be obvious that it’s fake. Jin can sense my discomfort, and grabs my arm to lead you away from the lady.

“Come on, Navya, we still need to buy the vegetables.” He starts pushing the cart with one hand while he continues to lead me with the other one.

“Oh yes, I won’t keep you any longer. You guys seem busy.” She gives us both one last giddy wave before stalking down the next aisle.

“Thank god.” I let out the breath I had been holding in, letting go of Jin’s hand. “Come on, let’s finish shopping before she sees us again.”

“I don’t know, she was pretty nice,” Jin says with a teasing smile, the curve of his lips causing my heart to pound in a way that can’t be healthy.

“What has gotten into you lately? Why did you lie to her?” My voice lowers to a harsh whisper, just in case the lady is still lurking around.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re aware since I’m the one who usually buys the groceries,” he sounds a little bitter at that, I’m not going to lie. “But that’s the owner of the store.”

“… Oh.”

“And she also slipped me some coupons,” he smiles, mostly to himself, as he pulls out the little slips of paper from his pocket.

“When did you even get those?”

“Does it matter? Come on, lettuce is buy one, get half off!” He starts pushing the cart at a pace that makes me think that their should be shopping cart speed limits.

“Wait, Jin!” I groan before jogging after him, but I can’t help but smile as I catch up to him. Wouldn’t it be nice if it could always be like this, instead of always walking on eggshells around each other?

The rest of the shopping trip goes off without a hitch, with the store owner nowhere in sight. However, just when I think I’m out in the clear, with me and Jin walking back to his car, he grabs my hand. The action startles me so much that I almost drop the groceries I’m holding.

“Don’t turn around,” he whispers to me. “But she’s looking.” I want to groan, but I stay silent and let him intertwine his fingers through mine. He doesn’t let go until I’m loading the groceries into the trunk, even though he knows that the store owner had already gone back inside by now.

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“You sure you don’t need me to do anything?” I ask Jin as he works at the stove, an apron tied around his waist. I know it’s a bit pointless to ask at this point, he seems completely focused on his cooking, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. I feel a little bad to watch him do all this work by himself, but I know he can get caught in his own world when he cooks.

“I’m fine,” he says as he stirs something in one of the pots in front of me. “If you want, you can set the table,” he offers.

“Okay!” I immediately agree, having been looking for something to do to distract me. Because honestly, just sitting and watching Jin cook is stirring something within me. He just looks so… domestic. Would he do something like this for a girlfr—PLATES. I NEED PLATES.

I scramble over to the cupboard where we keep the plates. However, as I pull out the plates, I’m still distracted by my mental images of Jin that my grip slips on the plates, sending them hurtling to the ground. One, luckily, stays completely intact, but the other one lies shattered on the floor. “Shit!” I bend down and try to pick up the pieces of what had been the plate, but my frenzied mind doesn’t really register that touching the jagged pieces of ceramic with my bare hands, isn’t the best idea.

“Ow!”

“Navya?” Jin looks away from the food to see me crouched on the floor, holding one of my fingers to put pressure on where the skin has split open. “Oh my god!” Jin makes sure to shut off the stove before he walks over to me, making sure to avoid the shards of ceramic on the ground. “Are you alright?” He asks as he starts to lead me to the bathroom. He helps me up into the counter before looking under the sink and taking out the first aid kit.

“I’m fine, I think I just cut myself, ow.” I wince as he disinfects the wound. He seems completely focused as he bandages up my finger. “God, I’m such a fuck up,” I mutter to myself, but Jin picks up on my words and his head snaps up to look me straight in the eyes.

“What? Why do you say that?” I sigh.

“Well, you’re over there cooking a full dinner that is sure to taste amazing, while I can’t even hold a plate properly.” I laugh, trying to lighten my words.

“Nonsense. We all fuck up from time to time in fact,” Jin chuckles sheepishly as he ruffles the back of his hair. “This dinner was supposed to be an apology. Because apparently I sent a certain roommate of mine some drunken nudes.”

“Well, it’s not really a nude unless it’s below the waist,” I automatically repeat my friend Marjurie’s age old saying, immediately embarrassed by my words. Jin, doesn’t seem to mind though, laughing good-naturedly at my quip.

“I guess that’s true. I’ll keep that in mind next time I send you a picture.” Now it’s his turn to be flustered. “N-not that I was planning sending you any more.” Look at that, now we’re both flustered.

“Uh, so are we still going to have dinner? I’m sorry for interrupting your cooking, you seemed really focused.” Jin gives me a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I was done anyways. Come on, we don’t want the food to get cold.” He takes my hand to help you off the counter. I’m still so flustered that I don’t realize that he doesn’t let go until I get back to the kitchen.

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A week later, after the disaster dinner is almost completely forgotten, I receive a text from Jin while I’m out shopping.

[Jin]

Hey, so I got off work early and was wondering if you want to try this roommate dinner thing again, since last time went so well.

I start to think over his offer, when he sends another text.

[Jin]

Actually, you can’t say no because I’m already buying ingredients.

So that answers that.

[Me]

Well, since you were so kind to give me a choice, sure. I’ll see you later.

I slip my phone back into my pocket immediately because I know if I keep looking at the messages, I’ll start to freak out. But then I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I take it out as fast as I can, not able to keep myself away.

[Jin]

Okay, then :D Can’t wait!

I never thought a happy emoticon would make me want scream, but here I am. As I go through the rest of my shopping, my mind keeps returning to the upcoming dinner. Sure, we have had dinner before, but the most recent one has made me question what the both of us have between each other. I feel that it’s clear that there is some sort of attraction to each other, especially since my talk in the bathroom. But neither of us have taken the steps to voice out exactly how I feel. And I really don’t want to make assumptions on how he feels, but at the same time, I hope I haven’t been reading the signs all wrong.

My worried thoughts motivate me to shop quicker, and I finish an hour early. I bid the shop owners goodbye before shooting Jin a quick text that I’m going to be home early, not checking to see if he answered before heading home.

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“Hey, I’m back!” I call out as I walk into what seems to be an empty house. Hmmm, maybe Jin’s still buying groceries. I dismiss the thought as you walk to your bedroom, eager to change out of your work clothes. My ears perk up as I pass the bathroom door, picking up on the sound of a steady stream of water coming down, and I stop dead in my tracks outside the door.

So that’s where he is. My face turns red when I realize what he’s doing, and heats up even more when a sound besides water pouring down on the tile joins in. A moan, to be exact.

“Navya…”

Well then. That just fucks things up even more. My hand starts to wander towards the door knob, but I quickly snatch it back before I can do something I regret. I quickly to our dorm room, not caring if he can hear the door slam shut behind me. Besides, he’s probably a bit preoccupied.

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“So, how was work?” Jin asks as he pours me a glass of wine. Apparently, the store owner saw him again and gave him a discount, saying to share it with that lovely lady of his. While I couldn’t turn down free wine, I can’t help but feel a little frustrated with her. I wonder if the candles on the table were her doing too. I wouldn’t put it past her.

All these things contribute to me feeling like this dinner is different than all the others. Or maybe it’s the way Jin is looking at me—fuck, he’s looking at me.

“Uh, work was fine.” I say before taking a sip of the wine he poured me. "How about you? How was your day?”

“Same as you. Fine.” He shrugs before sipping some his own drink. I nod, taking in the few words he said.

“That’s good—”

“We need to talk.”

“—Okay then.” I wait for him to say something, he just ends up staring awkwardly at me, before darting his eyes to focus on his wine glass instead.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh. “For all this. I feel as if I’ve been confusing—” Suddenly there’s a loading knocking at the front door. Both me and Jin get up from our seats to answer it, but Jin’s longer legs let him reach the door. The door is hardly halfway open when we’re both greeted by a loud voice yelling.

“Surprise!” At your door stands a tall man, as tall as, and admittedly almost as handsome as Jin himself. Well, almost, at least.

“…Oh, it’s you, Joong.” Oh, so this is Joong. Jin doesn’t sound the most excited to see his brother.

“That’s how you greet your brother? Come on, man.” Joong’s head turns as he suddenly spots me. “Oh, never mind, I can see you were busy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is just my roommate.” Joong’s face completely changes when he hears who I am, but I don’t really notice because my heart is too busy falling into my stomach with the words just my roommate. But that can’t be it, right? After all I’ve been through, I would’ve thought—"Navya, introduce yourself.“ You snap out of your daze and hold out your hand for Joong to shake.

"Hi, I’m Navya, Jin’s… roommate.” I hope that neither of the men noticed how I hesitated on the last word.

“What are you doing here, Joong?” Jin sighs as he steps aside to let his friend in, and I follow suit.

“Well, when you came to visit me a few weeks ago, I realized I’ve never been to your new place.” Joong’s already slipping off his shoes, making himself right at home.

“Yeah, you always said you were busy. What does this have to do with anything?”

“Well, guess who got some time off this week!” Joong says with a bright grin on his face, one I reciprocate halfheartedly and doesn’t return at all. If Joong notices the less than pleased expression on Jin’s face, he doesn’t say anything. “So, have you guys eaten yet?” He rubs his hands together as he heads towards the kitchen, where me and Jin’s pseudo-romantic dinner is still set up. Me and Jin jog after him, only to find him already sat down in one of the chairs. Luckily, he is courteous enough to take one of the places that aren’t set yet, leaving Jin’s and my seat free.

“Uh, I’ll get another plate.” I start heading towards the cupboard, when Jin stops me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get the plate. He is my brother, after all.” I can only nod, a little flustered by the skin contact. I wordlessly take my seat, next to Joong and across from where Jin’s chair is. Jin quickly returns to the table balancing a plate, some utensils, and another wine glass. He sets everything in front of his brother, before taking his glass and filling it with wine. “Here, have something to drink.” I would have thought this to be a simple gesture of welcoming, but I catch a glint in Jin’s eye that suggests otherwise.

“Thanks, man.” Ken raises his and me and Jin take this as a cue to do the same. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Jin says with a smirk on his face, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to.

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“Nice call on the wine,” I say as I help load the plates into the dishwasher, Jin having already rinsed them in the sink.

“No problem, Joong has always been a sleepy drunk.” Jin glances over his shoulder to see where his brother is snoozing, head resting on the kitchen table.

“Still, I feel kinda bad. We should probably move him somewhere. The couch, maybe?” I dry off my hands before walking back to the kitchen table, inspecting Joong’s unconscious form.

“Well, since he’s my brother, technically, I don’t really want to leave him on the couch. He can take my bed.” My eyebrows raise at this, thinking about my relatively cramped couch in the living room and Jin’s broad frame.

“You sure about that? The couch is tiny, I’ll sleep there.”

“N-no, it’s fine! I don’t want to kick you out of your room,” Jin’s response comes out a bit rushed. He hoists Joong up out of his chair. “I’m going to put this guy to bed. Good night, Navya.” With that he’s dragging his friend off to his room, leaving me no more room to protest.

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Later that night, I can’t sleep. Mostly because someone else can’t. I can hear the squeaks of the springs of the couch as Jin tosses and turns, unable to find a comfortable position. I sigh. He has been like that for the past hour. Taking pity on him, I roll out of bed and trudge out to the living room.

“Jin.” My voice startles my roommate to sit up, eyes flying open. “Jin, you have been tossing and turning for the past hour. Just take the damn bed,” I almost beg, wanting to be able to get some sleep myself. Jin shakes his head no.

“I told you, I don’t want to kick you out of your—”

“Fine then share with me.” I don’t really know how to describe the sound that comes out of Jin’s mouth. Maybe a strangled yodel? “Just come on. I’m tired.” I grab his arm and pull him away from the couch to my room. “Look, there’s plenty of room,” I say, gesturing to my spacious bed. I don’t wait for him to answer before climbing into bed. I look at him expectantly, and he takes a spot at the opposite end, almost falling off the edge. I roll your eyes but let him be. You settle back on the pillows. “Good night, Jin—”

“I never got to finish what I was saying earlier.” Oh. I assume he means before Joong arrived. However, I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear it.

“Can it wait? I’m kinda tired.” I punctuate my sentence with a yawn. Jin shakes his head.

“No, I want to do this while Joong is still asleep and can’t mess anything up.” Jin turns over slightly so he can face me. “What are we, Navya? Are we friends? Are we just two people who live with each other? Because honestly, I’m not sure anymore. And I’m not sure what exactly what I want us to be either.” I can see his hand twitch by his side, wanting to reach out for me, but holding himself back. “But I know I want more.”

“Jin…”

“I feel like I’ve been pretty obvious, but you deserve to hear it directly, Navya. I really like you.” I hear him let go of a breath he must been holding in for a long time, and I start to feel as if a weight has been lifted off my chest. I unconsciously move closer to him on the bed. “And being here with you in bed tonight, it’s so hard for me to control—” I cut him off by rolling over so that I’m straddling him. “—myself,” he almost squeaks out the last word.

“Mmmhmm, and what if I don’t want you to control yourself?” I say as I boldly roll my hips against his. “You know, you have really been working me up lately.” I lean down so that my arms are on either side of his head.

“… Oh, have I?” He smirks as he takes the opportunity to roll his hip back up into mine, letting me feel the steadily growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You have no idea what those pictures did to me.” I nestle my head into the crook of his neck, starting to scatter kisses up the skin. God, I’ve been wanting to do this for ages. I start to nibble on his earlobe, coaxing him to groan, when he tugs at my hair.

“W-wait, but Joong—”

“You and I both know Joong is out for the rest of the night. Now kiss me.” I don’t wait for any more response from before crashing my lips onto his. Finally. Once my lips touch, Jin almost immediately relaxes. One of his hands tangles in my hair, while the other grasps my waist. I start to nibble on his bottom lip, coaxing him to groan, when he tugs at my hair.

“Wait, all my condoms are in my room. And Joong’s in there…” I roll my eyes before kissing him again.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m on the pill.” "Now, don’t you think we’re wearing too much clothes?” I ask while my hands start to play with the hem of his t-shirt. I slide my palms under his shirt, running up and down the toned muscle of his abdomen. Fuck, if it feels this good, he probably looks even better. I reluctantly separate my lips from him so I can pull his shirt over his head, and oh, are my suspicions correct. “Holy shit.” Jin takes advantage of my dazed state to flip me over so that I’m the one under him now.

“My turn.” He wastes no time in tugging my shirt off. He sucks in a breath when he finds out that I had not been wearing a bra underneath it. “Shit, were you really going to wear no bra with me in bed?”

“H-hey, it’s more comfortable.” He immediately swoops in to press his lips across the top of my chest, before traveling slightly lower to take one of my nipples between his lips. “Oh my god, Jin. That feels so good.” My fingers weave through his hair so I can hold him closer, while I press my hips up into his own. After a few moments, he switches which breast he’s working on, his hand coming up to massage the breast he left unattended. As he tugs on the bud lightly with his teeth, I can’t help but let out a moan. “Shit, Jin, I need more.”

I push him off me so I can reach for the waistband of his pants, pulling the sweats down easily along with his underwear. His hard length springs free from the fabric, and I have to keep yourself from drooling. I’ve always suspected that my roommate was well endowed, and seeing it in person very much confirms my suspicions.

“Holy shit, you’re huge,” I say as I start to pump his hard member in my hand. Jin tosses his head back at the contact, letting out an almost heavenly moan.

“Navya…” He almost pants as he bucks his hips into my hand.

“Do you like that, baby?” I smirk as my pace on him increases. Instead of answering, he just pushes my hand away, pushing me back to rest on the mattress.

“Why are these still on?” He asks as he easily slides off my pajama shorts, my panties soon following. His hand goes straight to my core, his palm massaging my clit. After a few moments, he slips in a finger. “You’re so wet, oh my god.” I can hear his breath hitch when he feels how aroused I am, how aroused he made me feel. He soon adds another finger, deeming me wet enough to be able to take it, and I grind my hips into his hand as he continues to pump into me.

“Jin…” My head lolls back against the pillows as I get lost in the feeling of his fingers inside me.

“Do you like that, baby?” He asks, repeating my own words from not too long ago.

“Shit, yes. Give me more, Jin.” I whine as he removes his fingers from me, momentarily popping them into his mouth to clean them off.

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I could ever make something this good.”

“Well, technically you did help make it.” I giggle as he rolls his eyes at my quip. I don’t stop laughing until I feel him position his tip at my entrance.

“Ready?” He asks, pressing a short kiss to my lips. I place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him to look me straight in the eyes.

“Fuck me, Jin.” He groans at my words, finally pushing himself in. A moan is muffled into my neck as he adjusts to feeling my tight wet walls envelope him. After a few moments, he starts a steady pace of thrusting into me, his hands coming up to hold my thighs.

“Navya, oh, you feel so good.” I wind my arms around his neck and pull his face closer in to me.

“God, I love feeling you inside me,” I moan as I start to roll my hips up to meet his. “Fuck, go faster, Jin,” I say with a buck of my hips.

“Shit, Navya.” He wraps my legs around his torso as he starts to quicken his pace inside. He crashed his lips onto mine while his hand makes its way in between my legs, starting to thumb at my clit. My breathing starts to pick up as I feel the coil in my stomach start to tighten.

“J-Jin, I’m close,” I gasp out as my nails press into the bare skin of his back.

“M-Me too,” he groans into my neck at feeling my walls start to tighten around him. He starts to massage my clit faster. “Let go, Navya, I want to feel you come around me.”

“Jin.” I toss my head back as I ride out my high. Jin manages a few more thrusts into my tight walls before succumbing to his own pleasure, releasing inside of me. His hips drive into me as he comes down from his own orgasm, his lips coming down to capture my own. After a few moments, he slows his pace, before stopping and pulling himself out. He rolls over beside me, letting out a big breath.

“Finally,” is all he can say.

“Finally,” I agree, before reaching over to my bedside table and grabbing some tissues to clean myself up. Once I finish, I snuggle up to Jin’s bare body. God, he’s just as warm as I thought he’d be. “So what does this mean?” I ask after a few quiet moments of just cuddling against him.

“Well, for one, it means we are kicking Joong out as soon as possible because I want to do that again.” I laugh at his response, leaning up to peck him on the lips.

“Sounds good.”

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basicallywhiterice · 5 years ago

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Night sky: Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 5.2 k

Summary: Changbin’s eyes hold the night skies.

a/n: Happy birthday binnie! You’re my bias wrecker, but my very first fic is centered around you… the power that you hold… enjoy!

•••

The first word that comes to mind when I first see Seo Changbin sitting alone in my Tech classroom is dark: dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothes, and a dark aura.

That is, until he breaks into one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever seen. It isn’t necessarily big or overpowering, but it’s genuine and unashamed.

My second impression of him is that he’s the physical embodiment of the night sky. Dark upon first glance, but littered with stars and illuminated by a radiant moon.

After we exchanged greetings, I sat down next to him and struck a up conversation. I learned that he was double majoring in business and music, and in turn told him my major. We talked about our hometowns, our aspirations, and what we hoped to cross off our bucket lists by the end of the year. Before I knew it, the classroom was full and our professor was greeting our class.

Changbin seemed like someone who knew exactly what he was capable of and was authentic with everyone.

I liked him as a person already.

“By the way, Changbin, we’re friends now. Ok?”

“I’m more than ok with that, actually.”

Of course, becoming close friends with Changbin didn’t come easily. After I set the curve for the first Tech test, he accused me of only befriending him to raise my test scores. I told him that I studied for my score, and stormed out after aggressively congratulating him on his hard work studying (he had the 2nd-highest score.)

The day after that, when I was in a much more reasonable mood, I went to class early so I could apologize for lashing out once he arrived. He was already there, waiting with an apology of his own.

That was the day I realized that my first impressions of Seo Changbin were indeed correct, and that he was a friend worth keeping for a long, long time.

But right now? He’s dead to me.

He laughs at me as he scrolls through my camera roll and picks out unflattering pictures of me to send to himself. I was waiting for 3racha to finish their work so we could go out to dinner (I had been successfully integrated into Changbin’s friend group, and he into mine. We had surprisingly shared a mutual friend: Felix, one of my closest friends.) Changbin was the first one done, and, after waiting with me for a few minutes, had gotten bored and stolen my unlocked phone, causing my current predicament. After a few unsuccessful attempts to steal my phone back, I give up and fall against him with a whine.

“Relax, y/n. I don’t understand why I never knew about these beautiful-” he snorts, “pictures of yourself.” He pauses on one particularly embarrassing photo taken by Yeji, my close friend and roommate. In it, I’m blowing a kiss to the camera while eating a cupcake. I whine loudly and smack his shoulder a couple of times. When he ignores my sulking, I poke his side, causing him to poke my cheek in retaliation.

Thankfully, Jisung walks into the room, sparing me the embarrassment of looking at my candid pictures. He sighs. “What did he do this time?”

“He’s sending himself my embarrassing pictures,” I tell him. “This is cyberbullying.”

“Lemme see.” He snickers as he looks over Changbin’s shoulder. “Very photogenic, y/n. You should consider taking more pictures we can use as blackmail.”

This little shit. Scratch that, these 2 little shits.

I snatch Changbin’s phone and chase after Jisung, trying to take a few meme-worthy pictures of Jisung, but Chan finishes up and shoos us out of the music production building and into our cars. As I file into Changbin’s passenger seat (I walked here from class, so my car is still at my apartment), he hands my phone back with a cheeky grin.

“You know, Jisung was right. You really should take more pictures of yourself,” he states as he backs out of his parking spot.

“Why, so you guys can post them on my birthday to make fun of me?” I cross my arms exaggeratedly, then uncross them to grab his phone and spam his camera with random pictures of him driving.

“Well, that too.” He glances over briefly, and I get a perfect shot of him that captures his mischievously twinkling rich, dark chocolate-colored eyes and his satisfied smirk. My breath hitches, and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Changbin’s handsome and he knows it, no doubt about it. The words send me that pic later die on the tip of my tongue as he reaches over and ruffles my hair before continuing, “but also because I need more beautiful things on my phone.”

He goes back to driving, as if he hadn’t just indirectly called me beautiful. But I’ve seen the way girls swoon over his smile and ogle his arms. I’ve seen how many people his charms affect, whether he’s aware of it or not. And so the negative part of my brain reigns in my blooming affection for the boy sitting next to me before I can do anything stupid, forcing me not to dwell on my jumble of emotions. Instead, I ask him about his day, the tracks he’s working on, and the classes that I’m not in, and he tells me before asking about my professors. Just like good friends do.

(That night, I pretend I don’t notice or mind the beautiful, kind waitress flirting with him, and I pretend that I’m not relieved when he treats her politely and with kindness–nothing more, nothing less–like he does with everyone else, and I pretend that my heart wouldn’t break if he rejected my advancements like that, so why does Felix whisper in my ear that I’m in denial?)

•••

“Pick up, jeez!” I huff into my phone. After calling Changbin twice, he finally picks up on my third try.

“What.” I can hear Felix screaming something in the background about Changbin being soft (with some friendly trash talk), followed by my name being yelled.

“Y/n y/n y/n,” I hear Felix breathing into the phone. “Of course it’s you, no wonder Changbin didn’t have his resting bitch face on when he answered–mmph!” Seungmin cackles in the background with an affirmative shout of “I agree!”

“Hey Seungmin! Miss ya!” I giggle. “Hey Felix, how’s uh… what was her name again?” I pretend for forget the name of Felix’s crush. “Oh yeah–”

“Thank you, next!” I can hear Seungmin clowning him already, before Changbin (presumably) steals his phone back.

“So,” Changbin clears his throat, “did you need anything?”

“Hi y/n! How’s your day been going? We should probably work on our Tech project, don’t you think? Especially since we’re going with my idea of music production apps?” I imitate his voice. “None of that? Hmmm?”

“Hi y/n, how’s your day.” he states more than asks. “Also, I kind of forgot about that project?” When I stay silent, he adds, “That cafe two blocks from your English class in twenty minutes? I’ll bring two studio headphones.”

“You better. Also, do you mind giving me a ride?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m at the auto shop right now because my car is getting fixed.”

“Not at all. I’ll be there in ten.”

Twelve minutes later, when he pulls up, I greet him with a “you’re late.”

(”Hi Changbin! How was your day? It’s so good to see you! You make this lovely day even better!”

“I’m glad you’re smart enough to figure out the reason behind my lackluster greeting, Seo. Do you understand what it feels like to be ignored now?”

“…my bad.”)

•••

“Can I get a ride back to the auto shop, too?” I ask as we walk across the cafe’s parking lot.

“No, you can perish. I can’t believe you had the audacity to diss coffee.” Changbin shudders exaggeratedly recalling how I called coffee “gross” after he ordered his iced americano.

“You mean roast,” I grin as I shoot him with finger guns. When he fixes me with a look, I continue. “But I bought you one to pay you back for picking me up!” I protest, playing along with his banter.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t buy me one for dropping you off, too.”

“Meanie.” We stop when we reach his car.

“A meanie who was kind enough to at least give you a ride there.” As he unlocks his car and sinks into the driver’s seat, he smirks up at me. “See you tomorrow, y/n.”

I cross my arms in defeat. “See you, snake.” I pull my phone out and open the bus app to check the schedule, sighing when I look at him and absentmindedly waving once I realize he hasn’t closed his door yet. That’s when it registers in my mind that I’m waving with the hand holding my phone.

Changbin rolls his eyes at me when he sees what I’ve pulled up. “I was joking, jeez. You know, you really can be dumb sometimes. Get in, idiot.”

“Yet I’m still at the top of the class, am I right? And I’m up there with you, so what does that say about your intelligence?” I slide into the passenger seat. “And in my defense, you’re really cold-hearted, so I actually thought you’d make me get home on my own.”

“I’d never let you go home alone this late, dummy. You may be book smart sometimes, but I’m convinced that you only use one brain cell 80% of the time. You’re so dense.” He reaches across the car and flicks my forehead. I flick his right back. “Plus, you’re cute when you’re exasperated.”

“Uhh…” I articulate intelligently. Yup, my last brain cell just went on vacation. “Um, ah- if I didn’t know better, I’d call you a player,” I manage to sputter out.

My face heats up as the temperature in the car seems to drop a few degrees as I freeze, internally panicking. Sure, that was a past impression I had of him, but I know him better now.

Changbin freezes. “You really see me that way?” His voice is flat and steady–too flat and steady.

“No! I-I kinda thought that when I first met you, but I know you’re not like that. And you can’t be a player if you only have eyes for Soyeon, right?” I’m convinced that Soyeon, the charismatic, popular rapper in his music composition class, is the object of his affections.

“I don’t like Soyeon.”

“Smells like lies.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Changbin starts the car. Before he pulls out of the parking lot, he glances over at me.

“I’m not–you know. A player.”

That’s the very first time I see Changbin in such an open, vulnerable state. His openness usually comes with an air of you-can’t-hurt-me-I’m-invincible. Right now, though, he lets me look straight into the depths of his soul.

I’m the one to break eye contact.

“I know,” I nod.

But it would be easier to justify the effect you have on me if you were.

(“So… how was your cafe date with Changbin yesterday? Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” pesters Felix, leaning across the table at the library, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I open my mouth to protest, but Changbin joins us and playfully shoves his shoulder before settling his arm across my shoulders.

“I actually enjoyed it a lot,” he smirks, glancing down at me. “Now if you’d bug Hyunjin instead,” he points towards the entrance where Hyunjin is walking in, “we have a study date that I, at least, would prefer you didn’t intrude on.” He smiles at me again. I think I can see stars in his eyes.

I can’t contain my grin. Even though I know he means it as a joke, I like it. I like him.

So I play along.

“You’re late Changbin.” I reach up to squish his cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felix fake a gag and leave. Changbin squeezes my side in a half hug, then sits down and scoots closer to me, taking out his textbooks and papers.

If one were to look at me and see stars swimming in my eyes, stars for him, make no mistake. This is no joke. This is real.)

•••

Over the course of the next month, I pine after Changbin. Hard. I swoon when he greets me with a hug, a smile, and an occasional drink from our cafe in the mornings, squishing my cheeks afterwards. (I always squish his back.) I swoon twice as hard if he jots down lyrics or his inner thoughts on his drink, something he’s been doing regularly. I fight the urge to blush whenever he makes a casual, flirty joke (especially when it’s in response to what I wrote on the pink sticky notes I attach to his drink whenever it’s my turn to grab drinks for us), opting to flirt back instead of feeling shy. My heart beats a little faster when I settle into his cuddly hugs, sometimes to the point where I’m afraid he’ll notice how quick it is. I have to bite back a lovestruck grin when he shares bits and pieces of himself with me, such as revealing random thoughts, telling me childhood stories, and letting me explore his soul, telling me anything and everything I’d like to know–that is, besides his current love life, denying that he has a crush on Soyeon every time I bring it up. (I’m slightly relieved.)

I’ve finally admitted my feelings for him. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I decided to let whatever happens happen. I think I do a pretty good job of hiding it? (Felix begs to differ, though.) But the thing is, I want to tell him. I just don’t want to lose him as a friend, and I can’t imagine my life without him as an integral part in it.

So, I keep my feelings inside every time he touches my arm, shoulder, or hand; every time he leans in close to whisper in my ear; every time he giggles his fricking adorable giggle and his eyes scrunch up. I keep them hidden until I don’t and I end up spilling my feelings to Felix.

Two hours later, after Felix is done gloating that he was “right all along”, interrogating me, and high-key shipping me, he drags me over to Changbin’s dorm and claims that “he wants to see who’s better at video games” between Changbin and me. Then he leaves once we start playing smash. (He ends up beating me four times before suggesting we go somewhere else to do something fun. I agree. Felix makes faces at me until we leave.)

Some time after that (with a little convincing from Felix–not too much though, the prick knows how to be a decent friend and not force me into anything–and Yeji, who gushed about how cute Changbin and I were for a solid hour after I told her about my feelings), I sit down and plan what to say during a confession after I text Changbin to meet me in our cafe at 5 o’clock sharp and that I have something to tell him. He responds with:

Sure

I wanna tell u something too

See u then

The thing is, my brain chooses the perfect moments to stop working. For example:

I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses? What the heck? Where did that come from?

After giving up on planning (why would you not be spontaneous when you could be?), I tell myself to just relax, and go over the main points I want to make in my head. I trust myself to not make a complete fool out of myself while confessing. I think.

You know what? I’m relaxed. Cool as a cucumber.

I mean, come on! What could possibly go wrong?

•••

As soon as I step into the cafe and see Changbin’s expression change from unbothered to smiling when he notices me entering, my mouth goes dry.

“You’re early,” I greet.

He raises an eyebrow. “You are, too. That’s a first. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

My eyes dart around, glancing at the menu, the fairy lights, the flower centerpiece in the middle of the table, all familiar things I had seen when we worked on our project and during our study sessions. I do a double take when my gaze lands on the small bouquet of flowers resting in his lap.

Of course he wanted to see me too. He needed a girl’s opinion delivering these flowers along with a speech about his feelings.

Wonderful. As if I wasn’t sure my heart was going to get broken already.

“So. I have something to tell you.” “I need to get something off my chest.” we say at the same time.

Smooth, me. That was real smooth.

“Please just let me get it out. I’ll help you with whatever confession advice about Soyeon you need, ok? I just… need to word vomit,” I let out a shaky breath. “Would you look at that, I’m doing it already! Great!”

Changbin stares at me. He opens his mouth and says, “I don’t have feelings for Soyeon. I don’t understand why you always insist that I do, but believe me, these flowers… they’re not for her.”

Ah, there my mind goes again. Racing with thoughts of who else it could be. I don’t want to think of him as a fuckboy, but really, who knows how many other people he’s given flowers to? Just when I was starting to think–no, hope–that maybe, maybe my one-sided pining wasn’t one-sided after all.

How many more people does he wrap his arms around, does he write random thoughts and lyrics for, does he walk to classes and events with, does he greet with a new cheesy pickup line on their hot chocolate with no whipped cream and marshmallows, does he say heart-stopping things so effortlessly such as “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life” while shooting his deadly, genuine smile? How many more people are there?

“Take your time, y/n,” Changbin chuckles good-naturedly, snapping me out of my internal monologue. “It must be important. I’m all ears.” He props his elbows up on the small table separating us, leaning his head into his hands and fixing a patient expression on me.

This adorable, tiny, unselfish ball of fluff. My heart nearly combusts and I lose control of my brain when I blurt out the words “I like you.”

I force myself to keep my eyes on his face, to see if his expression changes. It doesn’t, but I swear I can see his eyes darken a little and the wheels in his mind start to turn before coming to a complete stop. “We’re friends,” he replies slowly. “Unless you mean…”

“I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses.” Seriously? Right now?

Changbin opens his mouth and closes it (I’m sure that my thesaurus vomit didn’t exactly help things). He’s wearing his trademark confused face, and as cute as it is, I can’t suppress the need to explain myself more. “I just wanted to let you know, and I hope that we can still be friends after this. There’s no pressure for you to like me back or anything. I totally understand. Just give me a few days to adjust, ok? Ok. Cool.”

“Wait, y/n-” “Haha, look at the time, I need to go, uh, do stuff. See you in class on Monday!” I nearly trip as I rush to stand up from my chair. I barely restrain myself from bolting to the door, and by the time Changbin opens the cafe door, I’m halfway across the parking lot.

My face burns as I peel out of the parking lot. My brain burns with the image of Changbin running towards me, arm extended, totally not kissable lips parted, calling my name.

•••

A good cry always makes things better.

Once I’m drained of tears, I melt into my bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and my computer while pointedly ignoring my 50 unread messages from a certain person. As I search for friends-to-lovers stories and fics, I feel a new wave of frustration rising. Sure, mutual pining for your best friend is understandable. But what happens when you’re not best friends? What happens when he tries to brighten up everyone’s day? When will you get your happy ending if he’s just a thoroughly good person who only sees you as a friend?

My subconscious tells me that I’m being unfair, but I push selfless y/n to the back of my mind. I tell myself I’ll deal with this mess on Monday when I��m ready. Tonight, I’m just going to wallow in self-pity.

Until I hear a slightly muffled knock on my apartment door door.

And another.

“Y/n?” Changbin’s voice calls out.

Nononono crap not today not today oh mah Jesus -Mark Lee

“Please let me in?” He asks again, this time in a softer voice.

I respond by closing the door to my room.

“Y/n! I know you’re in there!” The knocking continues. I start blasting Day6 songs from my computer in an attempt to drown him out. It works, since his knocking and his words get muffled until they merely sound likewhite noise, but I get a flurry of notifications from my phone. I mute it and throw it across the room.

After a while, Changbin seems to give up and stops trying to get my attention. I pause my music.

I have no idea how long I sit on my bed, lost in my own bubble, reading my sorrows away, but I’m snapped out of my reverie and thrown back into reality with the sound of the front door opening. I hear my roommate say, “Wait here for a sec, let me talk to her first.” I hear a body settle on our couch.

The door to my room opens.

“Y/n? You ok?” Yeji takes in my puffy eyes, the mountain of tissues nearly bursting out of my trash can, the bundle of blankets I’ve arranged into something resembling a beanbag, and the tub of Ben and Jerry’s slowly melting away. She sighs sympathetically and offers me a hug.

After comforting me and asking if I wanted to talk to her (I told her I would explain things tomorrow), she asks me to talk to Changbin. I decline.

“Well, you know what’s best for you. I just hope that you’ll listen to what he has to say. He said something about crashing in our living room until you talk to him… but he won’t bother you until you’re ready to have a face-to-face conversation with him!” she immediately reassures me once she sees the look of panic and worry on my face. “If you feel comfortable enough, please talk to him soon. He seems really regretful.”

“Of course he is,” I mumble. “Of course he feels sorry after I tell him not to be.” A new flood of tears threatens to spill from my eyes. “What a prick; always caring about his friends.” The word tastes bitter in my mouth and I almost spit it out.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yeji grabs a tissue and dabs away my tears. “Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” I shake my head. “Get my brother to kick his ass?”

That manages to get a laugh out of me. “No, don’t sic Hyunjin on him. Changbin didn’t do anything wrong. I feel a lot better now, and I don’t want to distract you from what you were doing before this; you don’t have to stay here if you have other things to do.”

“You’re sure you’re ok? I don’t have anything important to do.”

“Positive. Besides, I know your English paper is due in 2 days. You don’t have to lie. Really, thank you, Yeji. You truly are the mama bird of our friend group.”

“You’d do the same for me.” She stands up and heads towards the door. “Do you want me to put your ice cream in the fridge? Bring you some dinner? I’m planning on cooking with Changbin tonight.” I tell her no, she leaves after double checking I don’t need anything else, and I lock my door.

I feel as if I’m suffocating, as if Changbin’s presence is seeping through the walls into my room, as if it’s attempting to fuse with everything in this apartment so that I’m reminded of him everywhere I look.

I need to get out of here.

I hear Yeji and Changbin moving around in the kitchen, and I remember that no one in the kitchen can see our front door (that’s how Yeji sneaks up on me when I get home early and start preparing dinner before she gets back, and vice versa). If I time this correctly… I could sneak out until Changbin leaves!

Y/n, you’re a genius!

•••

After I slip outside, making sure the lock the door quietly, run to my car before they notice I’m gone, and decide to drive to the old-timey diner that Felix drags me to when I’m feeling down, I debate whether or not I still want to be alone for about 3 seconds before I call him. He picks up on the 4th ring. After he agrees to meet me there in 15, I tell him not to spread the word about my whereabouts.

“Chill, mate,” he drawls, and I swear I can hear his Fortnite game in the background. “It sounds like you’re trying to avoid someone. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

Ah, Felix. Sweet, oblivious, intuitive Felix. “Don’t worry. I’m only sticking to class 4 misdemeanors… for now,” I whisper the last part before hanging up, trying to scare him.

It doesn’t work.

“You have got to get better at lying, y/n,” he says as a form of greeting when he slides into the seat across from me in our booth. “You’d lose your straight-A average before you broke the law. Did you order yet?”

“Yup, just fries for now,” I nod just as our food gets set down on the table. “Tsk, tsk, you’re late. You said 15 minutes. It’s been 20.” An ache in my heart? What ache in my heart? I mean, who else would I call late?

He shoves a fry in his mouth with one hand while flapping his other. “Traffic. And uh, stuff. Switch seats with me,” he stands up abruptly. “I wanna look at the door instead of the restrooms.”

I’m taken aback at how random that was, but I take his seat anyways. “The doors to the restrooms are closed. Dramatic much?”

“Speaking of drama,” he pauses to shovel a large handful of fries down his throat and chew. I take this opportunity to peek at my phone, and my heart rate accelerates once I see the 73 unread messages from both Yeji and Changbin.

Crap, they found out. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t that inconspicuous… I think as I text Yeji that I’m feeling better, eating out, sorry for worrying her, and that I won’t do anything stupid. I try to ignore Changbin’s texts.

“Speaking of drama, what the hell happened?” Felix interrogates.

“What happened?” I feign ignorance.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’re at our diner, you called me here, and you haven’t touched your fries. The only thing you’re missing from this mope-fest is a milkshake.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to get one.” I try to escape from his sharp gaze, but he blocks me.

“I don’t want milkshakes, I want TEA. So spill it now.”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about it right now…”

“Does this have to do with your massive crush on Changbin?”

“Pfft, what?” My voice rises an octave at the end of my question. “I don’t like Changbin. You like Changbin.”

He ignores my blatant lies. “What happened? Did you embarrass yourself in front of him or something? Because I promise you, that boy is whipped. I’m pretty sure you could shove him off a cliff and he’d still like you.”

“No, Felix… I messed up. Like, big time.”

After I get done explaining what happened with Changbin, I can practically feel the judgement pouring off Felix in waves.

“I just-I just feel so stupid for thinking I had a chance. Like, he’s always so friendly to everyone and I can’t believe I thought that his actions meant something more. He obviously only saw me as a friend.”

“You’re wrong.” Felix stands up. “You’re wrong because he’s here right now and walking towards you.” He points behind me, and lo and behold, Changbin appears with a milkshake in each hand. Felix waves. “Adiós.”

And then I’m frozen and I can look everywhere except for at Changbin and I’m internally cursing my life.

•••

Changbin slides a milkshake across the table. “I’m sorry for not texting you anything or saying something when I went over to your dorm. I just… wanted to tell you in person. And make this special. Because–you’re special to me.”

I glance up at him, then divert my gaze to the milkshake. On the drink, he’s written a short poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You said you like me,

And I like you, too.

Though our initial meeting

May have been up to fate,

Now that we’re here together,

Let me take you on a date?

“I like you too, y/n.” He reaches across the table and takes my hand–hesitantly at first, then laces our fingers together once I don’t show any signs of protest.

I stand up abruptly, pulling my hand away. Once he starts to look uncomfortable, I tackle him in a hug and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I can’t contain my grin.

“Took you long enough to realize, you cheesy songwriter.”

I pull back, and Changbin’s expression turns serious. “Be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.”

“Well then, sweetheart,” he smiles. “Let me take you on that date?”

(As we walk out of the restaurant, he backhugs me and whispers into my ear. “The only reason I didn’t kiss you back there was because I didn’t want to bother the people in there.”

“How about now?”

He responds by leaning in and capturing my lips with his.)

•••

After our date, as Changbin and I share a kiss underneath the night sky, I can’t help but realize how incomplete my first impressions of him were. He’s much too complex to be characterized by the sky during just one time of day. Rather, he encompasses the qualities of the sky in general depending on his mood: sunny, rainy, partly cloudy, snowy, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, displaying rainbows, and my favorite (the most frequent and the one that describes him the best)–the night sky. Commonly thought of as pitch black, until you take a closer look and observe what you see: lit up by a bright moon, the darkness just a complex contrast allowing you to appreciate the celestial bodies that the sun overpowers.

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eutaerpe · 6 years ago

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venus and mars

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings — fluff, idolverse, boyfriend au, a wild (brat) jungkook appears, sleep deprived maknae line

notes — hi!!! this is part of a small series of disconnected drabbles/blurbs centered on jimin, who is not my bias wrecker,,.......aha........yeah. unedited so sorry for my mistakes, this was written when i was sleep deprived.......aha......!!! i’ll link in the future the venus and mars moodboard, as tumblr still fucks up posts with links :( hope you like this!!! send me thoughts?? or love? wait no i’m proving a point i’m not jimin ♥︎

summary — “He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

Sometimes releasing an album it’s exhausting.

Jimin knows that.

It’s indefinitely cooler dropping hints to your fans and making them believe it’s a mind-blowing journey where you write lyrics everyday and produce sounds in thirty minutes tops. Like they’ve always been there, like they’ve been in your mind the whole time and you just had to politely ask them to come out and materialize themselves.

Most of the time, it’s just people in a room. Nodding to whatever is happening in their Macs, moving their hands in the air, following a certain rhythm one day thousands of people will know. Sometimes, instead, it’s all quiet, if he’s lucky; there’s only a reigning peace towering the leather couches and armchairs where people are sprawled on.

Right now, the silence’s broken by the small sounds his phone is making. The truth is that he’s gently forcing everyone to listen to his tracks.

He has been holding his phone and earbuds for the past forty-three minutes, crouching on his knees next to the person he needed the approval of. It’s a tad embarrassing, and people mostly thinks he does this in order to fulfil his praise kink, but. They’re not totally wrong.

He just really, desperately needs approval.

“It’s nice,” Namjoon says, and Jimin feels a rush of excitement spreading into his body. Namjoon doesn’t lie. Namjoon likes telling the truth, whether it’s a rushed “I don’t like it, I feel like you could do a lot better” or a warmer “I like this vibe. Keep working on this.”

Getting the members’ approval is one of the moments he shields the most in his heart, along with private, quick moments fans can’t see taking place. There’s a lot of congratulations behind the stage, a lot of hugging that can’t happen because of all the styling and make-up, lots of texts read by the managers out loud, declaring things like “you’ve really outdone yourselves” and “keep that going”, which never fail to make Jimin warm.

Though the hastiness of it all is somewhat frightening. There are people crowding the streets and stadiums and everywhere they go—for them, Jimin thinks, it’s heavier. The tickets fever, waiting outside for hours, shifting their bodies into difficult positions, outside buildings for so long just to see their smiles flashing for thirty seconds.

It’s unnerving.

Fans do so much and they—they jump into their cars, rapidly seeing the fans becoming dots into the distance. In a millisecond. Jimin hates that.

It’s past four am, his rushed recording has gotten almost everyone’s approval �� not Jungkook’s, though; the Brat has decided that his work needs more backup vocals and a lot heavier hook, and drums or other weird, loud instruments – and this result alone should be relaxing, or. Exciting, he supposes. This should result in a definitely warmer feeling aimed to push him to work harder, as stuff like this usually does, but this time feels different. This time it’s – nonsense, an unknown frigid state of anxiety that he cannot calm down.

Dorm life feels suffocating now, because Seokjin is in the studio, Namjoon is distantly working to lyrics and Hoseok has disappeared ever since he announced he’d be working for a diverse track, loud and crazy and depictive of their pent-up energy.

Anxious Jimin knows talking helps, but Rational Jimin argues that the only voice he’d want to hear, now, is not available, so what’s the point?

You’re resting.

Aha. What a feeling. What an unconceivable, strange action he was used to when he was younger.

Still, you’re resting. Closing your eyelids for more than thirty-six seconds on a working day. Sleeping.

Like every other normal human being at four am.

He groans, unblocking his phone and instantly drowning in his oversized hoodie, his left hand barely making an appearance in the cold hair.

He shouldn’t, he reckons, but you have always told Jimin he shouldn’t think, and moreover, he shouldn’t listen to his self-destructive thoughts when hungry or sleep-deprived.

So, ding, ding, ding! He excels in non-proper thinking when sleep deprived – and he’s always sleep deprived, so. Ten thousand points to Gryffindor, as Seokjin-hyung would say.

Jungkook mutters a “Gotta pee,” exiting the room and leaving Jimin alone in the living room. You’re not picking up. That’s okay, that’s fine, he should really stop bothering you—

“Hey, Chim,”

It’s the softest voice he has ever heard in his twenty-three years of life. God. You could punch him in the gut, and he’d thank you.

“Is…” – you’re shuffling in bed, and he can picture you passing a hand over your closed eyes – “Is everything okay?”

Jimin licks his lips, feeling his tiredness embracing him. “Yeah, sorry I woke you up…”

“Mhm.” You breathe out. “Nonsense.”

He hears you sitting on your bed, yawning. “Have you showed the others your recording?”, you ask, because you’re perfect like this. Jimin instantly feels guilty for this random night call.

“The hyungs liked it,” he murmurs, voice low, “I’ll show you tomorrow, if you want to?”

“Please. It’s not like I’ve been begging you to for the past week, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the main reason why I’m avoiding you.”

You groan, making him smile. “Don’t joke about it, jerk. We miss you.”

“We?”

“My bed? Me? Mostly the bed, though?”

The idiot snorts. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

But you do love this idiot. “Not joking. I’ve been hearing stuff from these sheets. ‘Been missing your non-existent tattoo.”

“Sounds logic.” Jimin hums, and that’s all you need to hear to know he’s feeling better than seconds ago.

“Babe,” you start, tongue rolling on the back of your mouth, “What I’m about to say is not gonna make a lot of sense because a minute ago I was dreaming about chocolate bunnies and serial killers, but. You know I miss you, right? But then again, you know this, and you know that I love you.”

Jungkook plops on the couch and starts scrolling on what Jimin assumes is his secret twitter account. Stan account, according to the sources. (Taehyung and Seokjin are his sources, thank you very much). When the younger turns around and catches him staring, Jimin all but attempts a smile—promptly cut by the cushion Guk throws him.

Jimin sighs. They grow up so fast.

“I know you. I know that if there’s someone who can go through these hard few days, it’s you and the guys. In a couple weeks you’re going to think about this day and laugh because it sounds like the plot of an indie, overrated movie. You can do it. I know you do.”

He loves you so much he could cry, but he decides against it. Instead, he says: “You’re like my energizer drink, you know?”

To which Jungkook and you both answer with a disinterested, “Ew, disgusting.”

The things your boyfriend says when sleepy. Gosh.

“Why the fuck is noona still dating you?” – Jungkook prorupts loudly enough that you hear, voice painted with curiosity – “You’re weird, hyung.”

“It’s definitely because of your dick—”

“She says I’m a kind soul.”

“—Dicking game’s so good I might forget you just called me a sweetened drink.”

“And buy her expensive stuff.”

Jungkook feigns a shocked face. “So, you’re her sugar daddy? Noona, I have an apartment. For myself.”

“Don’t hit on my girl right in front of me, kid.”

You erupt into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, when did Guk become so annoying? I love him. Can we adopt him?”

“Too bad,” he says aloud, trying not to smile, “Too bad we’ve already adopted him as our group’s mascot, babe. He’s not an obedient child, though.”

The “Fuck off,” Jungkook sputters is enough for making you laugh so hard he doesn’t have it in himself to stop you because you’re so loud you could wake Tae, asleep on the kitchen counter.

This—this moment right here, is what Jimin loves most about his life. Besides performing and laughing because Jungkook called him a small pepper once again – the audacity – and other vague, members-related facts. You calm him, and love him, and listen to whatever thing he has on his mind.

“He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud.”

“Yeah, me neither. Guess one of us really needs to sleep and, shockingly, that’s not you?”

“I know,” – Jimin assures, closing his eyes – “Pretty sure this is another of your strange dreams, weirdo.”

You’re drifting off, and it’s the cutest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. “Kiss Guk goodnight. And…” a yawn, “Call me again in a couple hours, I really want to know what you’re working on, baby.”

“That can do,” he says, softly. “Love you.”

But he doesn’t hear you saying it back to him.

Only Taehyung muttering a soft “Nobody ever kisses me goodnight.”, half dead, half pouted, which makes Jimin smile like an idiot.

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gaiyofanfiction · 6 years ago

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9 for 9

Hyunjin x Reader

Fluff/Slight Drama

A/N: HEY GUYS! So I just recently fell HARD for Stray Kids, Hyunjin being my bias (and I legit have 8 bias wreckers cause they all are amazing). So I wanted to start doing Stray Kids fics! This is my first one and with it I wanted to address what happened with Hyunjin back in April. I know it was awhile ago but since I’ve become a recent Stay, I am writing about it now. I hope you like it and I’m introducing that STRAY KIDS WILL BE A PERMANENT OPTION FOR REQUESTS. Yay ^^ Thank you and enjoy! <3 ~Yosei

“Chan-hyung, Hyunjin-hyung won't open the door to the room.” Felix tugs on Chan's sleeve.

Chan raises a brow, confused by this statement. He makes his way to the shared bedroom, Felix following behind. Once he reaches the door, he turns the knob but it stops. Concerned, he knocks lighty.

“Hyunjin-ah, are you okay? Why is the door locked?” He waits for a response but receives silence back.

He glanced as Felix who just shrugs, worry flashing across his features. Chan turns back to the door and knocks again.

“Hyunjin-ah, why won't you open the door?” Once again, no response. Listening closer, he could hear...sniffling?

“Hey, what's going on?”

Chan and Felix turn to see Seungmin coming out of the bathroom.

“Hyunjin-hyung won't come out of the bedroom, he locked the door.”

Seungmin raises a brow. “You guys didn't hear what happened?”

Felix and Chan look at each other in confusion and shake their heads.

Seungmin sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Someone from school decided to go and make a post about Hyunjin-hyung. They claimed he was starting fights, that he was hitting and fighting girls. They said he was a bully. Now some people claiming to be fans are wanting him to leave the group.”

Chan's expression changes from concern, to horror and then into anger. “They did WHAT?!”

Felix’s face pales, sadness taking over. He knocks on the door to the shared room. “Hyunjin-hyung, please open the door! We just want to talk to you.”

This time, they heard a faint voice.

“Go away. I don't want to talk right now.”

Felix looks to Chan and Seungmin, a defeated look on his face. Chan sighs and knocks once again.

“If you don't open this door, we're calling your girlfriend.”

No answer. Chan rolls his eyes and motions to Seungmin. “Can you find a phone and call Y/N? If anyone can get him out, it's her.”

Seungmin nods, “I think Minho has his right now.” He walks off to find Minho.

Chan looks to a depressed looking Felix and places his hand on his shoulder. “Don't worry, mate. We'll get him out. You know Y/N would do anything for him and for us.”

“Hmm what would Hyunjinnie like?” You mumble to yourself, staring at the wall of drinks.

I’M ON A HELLEVATOR~~~

You jump, your phone ringing startling you. You see a picture of Minho’s face on the screen. Smiling, you pick up.

“Yo, Minho-oppa, what's up?”

“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy? We wanted to know if you could come over, please. Asap.”

The desperation in his voice snaps your attention away from the task at hand. “Minho is something wrong? Is it Hyunjin?”

“Hyunjin-ah locked himself in his room and he won't come out. We were hoping he'd open the door for you. Felix is having a panic attack.”

Your heart stops for a moment. “Yeah I'm right down the street at the store. I'm on my way now.”

“Thank you Y/N! We'll see you soon.”

You hear the phone click on the other side. You quickly gather your thoughts before grabbing a can of coke, paying and running out of the store.

You make it to the dorms within 5 minutes. You nodded to the lady at the front desk of the building, who waved back. You regularly came to visit your boyfriend and the boys, so the staff knew who you were.

You made it up to the floor of their dorms and knock on the door. You try to control your anxiety waiting for the door to open. Within a minute the door flies open to reveal a flustered Chan.

He sighs with relief when he sees you. “Oh thank God. Please come in.”

You bow your head and make your way inside the dorm, removing your shoes. You see Seungmin and Minho sitting in the living room, both waving high, also relieved to see you.

“Where's Changbin-oppa, Woojin-oppa, Jisunie and Jeonginnie?

“Changbin-ah and Jisung-ah are working on a song and Woojin-hyung and Jeongin-ah are practicing their parts for a new song.” Minho responds.

You then hear footsteps padding around the corner and suddenly feel a taller body fly into you, knocking the wind out of you for a moment. You wrap your arms around a very upset dancer.

“Please get him to open the door, Noona. I'm worried.”

You pat Felix on the head and wiggle yourself away. “Don't worry, hun. I'll go talk to him. Does anyone know what this is about?”

The 4 boys give each other knowing looks. Seungmin shakes his head. “I think it would be better if he told you.”

You quirked a brow but nod your head. You approach the door of the bedroom and knock. You hear a don't but stern voice from the other side.

“I said I don't want to talk, Hyung!”

“Hyunjinnie, it's me. Please open the door.”

You hear shuffling around before the lock turning. The door opens and you get pulled inside before it shuts and locks again. You turn to face your boyfriend and let or a slight gasp. He looked miserable. His eyes were puffy and red, his hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead and he looked like he hasn't slept for days.

“Hyunjin! Oh my God, what happened?!” you reach up to brush his hair out of his face.

He lets you fiddle with his before he pulls away and goes to sit on his bed. “It's nothing to worry about.”

You shoot the boy a glare. “What do you mean it's nothing to worry about? I get a frantic call from Minho saying that you won't unlock your door and when I get here, you look like you're on death's door!” You follow him to the bed, sitting down next to him. “Now tell me, jagi. What's wrong?”

Hyungjin sighs and hands you his phone. On the screen you see an article with his name in the title. Curious, you take the phone and read through the article. With every word you read, the look of horror and anger became more apparent. By the end of the article, you had tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god, Hyunjin.” You didn’t know what to say right now. You were speechless.

Hyunjin looks down, fiddling with his fingers. “Yeah, I found it this morning.”

You grip the phone so hard, your knuckles turn white. “Who the hell could have done something so cruel?!”

He shrugs. “You don’t believe it, right?” He looks up at you, his eyes filled with fear.

Your mouth drops open, “What? Why the hell would you think I’d believe it?”

“Well, everyone else does. Fans are wanting me to leave the group.”

You can hear the defeat in his voice. It broke your heart knowing this is how he’s feeling. You put his phone face down on the bed and took both of his hands in yours. You rub your thumbs over the back of his hands, trying to sooth his worries.

“Why would I ever think it’s true?! For one, I go to school with you and I’ve NEVER seen you even kill a fly, let alone hit a girl. Two, I KNOW you, Hyunjinnie. I’ve known you for quite a long time. You are not that type of guy and never will be that type of guy. You’re the sweetest, most caring, funny and smart guy I know. You don’t deserve ANY of this.” You reach up to wipe away the tears that are streaming down his cheeks. He leans into your hand and closes his eyes, your touch calming his anxiety.

“And don’t you DARE think about leaving this group, Jagi. You have the right to be in this group as much as the other 8 members. You worked so hard to get where you are today. Your debut was a HUGE success and that was because of ALL OF YOU. ALL of you played a part in becoming who the group is today. How do you think your members would feel if you left? Man, Felix was just having an anxiety attack because you wouldn’t open the door. Imagine if you left! Your fans would be devastated!”

Hyunjin places his hand on yours and opens his eyes. “But the fans said-”

“Man, screw what those fans said! They aren’t true fans anyway! You deserve to be here, you deserve to continue to shine with your boys, and you deserve to have an amazing comeback that will knock our socks off!”

You lean your head forward, pressing your forehead against his. You close your eyes and lower your voice. “Stray Kids is a family, Hyunjin. It’ll always be 9 for 9. They are not going to leave you behind. I’m not going to leave you behind.”

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, sobbing into your shoulder. You do the same, just sitting in silence for a moment to let him cry out his worries. After about 5 minutes of just hugging, he pulls away. He lightly kisses you on the lips and smiles that awkward, cute smile of his. You reach into your bag to pull out a can of coke, which he happily took.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jagi. You really are my rock.”

You giggle and kiss him back. “As you are mine. Now, since the boys are super worried, I’m going to open the door. Will you be okay?”

The boy nods and smiles. You smile back and go to unlock the bedroom door. As soon as you open it, you see an Australian blur of a boy run past you and tackle Hyunjin onto the bed. Hyunjin laughs and hugs Felix back.

Chan, Minho and Seungmin laugh at the sight. Chan turns to you and gives you a thankful smile. “You’re such a god sent, Y/N. We’re so thankful Hyunjin-ah has someone like you to take care of him. I don’t think Stray Kids could survive without you.”

You giggle and wink at the leader. “Nah, you guys have always been amazing. But I’ll always be here for you all whenever you need it.” You turn your attention back to your boyfriend who was patting Felix on the head.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. Off topic but I’ve been meaning to ask you. Who’s your Stray Kids Bias?” Minho smirks, trying to get Hyunjin to act like himself again.

Hyunjin’s ears perk up and glares at the older boy. “What kind of question even is that? Of course I’m her bias. I’m her boyfriend!”

Seeing where Minho was going with this, you put your hand to your chin, pretending to think about it. “Hmm I don’t know. I mean, Jisungie’s kinda cute but Woojin-oppa’s voice is like heaven. Oh and don’t forget you guys have the cutest Maknae ever, so maybe Jeonginnie?”

Hyunjin stands up. “Yahh! What about me?! I’m the one you’re dating!” He starts moving towards you.

You giggle and run out of the room, being chased by a half angry, half laughing Hyunjin. The boys laugh as they watch you guys run around the dorm. Eventually Hyunjin catches you and wraps his arms around your waist and starts tickling you.

“Come on, Jagiya. Just admit I’m your bias!”

You were half laughing and half crying. As much as you hated being tickled, you were happy to see Hyunjin being himself again. “Okay okay! Of course you’re my Bias! You’re my Ultimate Bias, Hyunjinnie!”

The front door opens to reveal four more boys who had just come home from work. They stop in the middle of the doorway, watching the chaotic scene unfold before them. Jisung leans over to Changbin.

“Uhhh, what did we just walk into?”

Changbin shrugs. “I’m not sure if we really wanna know.”

Woojin shakes his head and chuckles. “It’s always wild when Y/N is here.”

Jeongin lights up when he sees you are here and runs to you. “Yay! Noona’s here!” He runs to give you a hug but you get pulled away by Hyunjin, who sticks his tongue out at Jeongin, not wanting to share.

Jeongin pouts, pulling on your arm. “Hey! You gotta share Y/N!”

You and the rest of Stray Kids laugh as you become the center of a tug of war. Woojin smiles. “Yup, it’s always wild when she’s here.”

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wokainight · 6 years ago

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NCT: The Mafia Game (dons part one)

preview: “uh i just moved here and i found--” there’s a strong hand that pulls on your neck and right onto the guy’s face. he stares at you for a long while, as if trying to remember your features.

note: meet my bias wrecker atm (psst! this is super long)

the neighbourhood that you lived at was notorious for being ridden with crimes and illegal acts in general. but being the broke university student you were, it was a home >>>>> safety

no way in hell were u living in the streets

a warm home is better than none... right?

the rent was cheap and it was only half an hour away from ur uni-- so really, there was no reason to as why u shouldn’t have sealed the deal

the middle aged lady who handed u the keys looked like she wanted to throw herself off the fifth floor-- and never look back

she just grumbles about not forgetting rent and hikes back down the long trail of stairs--

ofc theres no elevator

you take your only suitcase inside to see a barren landscape. there was literally no furniture and you curse your luck that u didn’t look over the contract details more closely

so u sort of set up a futon style accomodation using the blanket u bought and some towels

it was kinda late by the time u unpacked (by that i mean scatter everything on the floor)

there’s a loud noise outside and it was as if someone fell down--

so with the courage of a tin can, u sort of crab walked towards your door and opened it slightly, peeking thro the dim lighting

there’s a body on the floor and u sort of threw the door open and went over to the body-- it’s a guy-- was the first thing u noticed and you kind of skim over the content of the crime scene to deduct that he was alone-

so you kind of flip him over

(and that flipped u off)

because there’s a pure, raw stab wound on his left abdomen and ur kinda (morethan) shook because you’re not a med student or anything but u briefly recalled the first aid class u took during high school

so as best as u can, you dragged the male, almost twice your size, into the comfort of your strictly barren home and rummaged through the content of antiseptic and measly bandages you had to help him stop bleeding

there’s a groan as a response when you peel off the shirt drowning in blood with an apology for invading his privacy (but otherwise he could potentially die??)

and put pressure on the wound and the male trashed in response, his eyes opened slightly, chest heaving and perspiration running down his temple

“w-who?” he barely managed, before you accidentally added more pressure due to shock

“uh i just moved here and i found--” there’s a strong hand that pulls on your neck and right onto the guy’s face

he stares at you for a long while, as if trying to remember your features

you notice his clear eyes, nose, and slowly trail down to his lips. if this guy wasn’t the definition of attractive-- you srsly don’t know what would be

the hand on your neck slowly moves on to the space between your shoulder and your neck

it’s so intimate for a first encounter, and you kind of squeak out as a result

“u-uh, the- the ointment” you stutter out, reaching out for the antiseptic “this will hurt” you gave out the precaution, but there was no reply aside from the extensive gaze

the male clenches down on his teeth as you apply the medicament as gently as possible, and then grabs the biggest bandage you could find before covering the wound with it

you don’t know if it’s right or wrong but at least he’s not bleeding out profusely anymore and you’re about to grab your phone to call emergency services so he could be properly treated at a hospital

“what are you doing?” there’s more a glare to his eyes than before

“im not a professional,” you admitted cleanly. “and i think you need further treatment, so i’m calling the--”

“end the call”

“huh?”

“i said end the call” there’s a chill that goes down your spine and you sort of pressed the button in reflex

the guy lets out a vague exhale when he sees you sort of shiver in your spot

“i don’t feel as if i’m dying anymore” he looks away while saying this “and lend me your phone, i’ll have someone pick me up”

so you kind of handed it to him and he’s having much difficulty trying to lift his arm up because everywhere hurts and god knows how many muscles in the abdomen is triggered

“maybe i can ring it and then pass it to you?”

and the guy sort of shrugs and gives it back to you while reciting the number. you then proceed to put the phone against his ear

“hey, pick me up. i’m...” he looks at you with a questioning gaze and you sort of tilt your head at this but then whispers the address. “yeah it’s the one beside the meeting point. they broke their end of the deal but i have what we needed so tell taeyong to stop worrying”

and then the two of you kind of stayed still in that awkward position

“name”

you look at him again, brows raised “what?”

“your name. what is it?”

you’re not keen on passing out your identity to random strangers- esp not in this dodgy complex... but maybe he just wants to thank you? so you’re positive and trusting and hands him over your name

he doesn’t reply after that because there’s a knock on your door and you’re reluctant to open it but the guy on the ground nods at you “it’s probably my friend but just ask if he’s jaehyun”

as you inch towards the entrance, you kinda stumble over your words,,,

“is it... uh... j-jaehyun?”

there’s a short break in the knocking and a low, “yes” took place

so you open the door and an equally dashing presence enters your view

the guy-- jaehyun-- nods at you in acknowledgement and walk towards the figure on the floor.

“you look worse than i thought” jaehyun joked, first thing in the morning (well technically it was 12:07... so)

“shut up”

so jaehyun hauls the guy over his shoulder, and using enough sense to rest him on the side without the wound (but the injured dude still flinched anyway

before jaehyun fully passes you, the guy says something unexpected

“i’m doyoung”

so the night was craaaazzyyyy but you sort of lived through it and cleaned up the blood stains on the floor and finally got to bed

you try not to think of everything that just happened (it was all too vivid) and try to focus on having a productive day at uni tomorrow with hopefully no distractions

the next morning was normal-- no wounded guys outside your door-- and you wake up extra early, around 6ish, to make your way to uni

at this time, none of the other tenants are awake so its nice and peaceful

and the next few days continued in the same routine

it was exactly a week since that you’re back from your long day of studies and part time job that you find a figure leaning against your door

at first you’re on defence, getting the umbrella inside your bag ready (the lighting was dim omfg)

and then when you near and was about to attempt a hit with the said umbrella the figure notices you and sort of defended himself first

“it’s doyoung”

and you stop and try and rack your mind for the name

it is late

and u were technically half ded

but then

it came

doyoung

d o y o u n g

OOHHHHHHHHHHHH

you lowered your umbrella and sort of tilted your head horizontally to try to examine his wound but ofc there’s a shirt over it and u don’t have xray vision (u wish tho) (sort of) (maybe)

the corner of doyoung’s lips raise as he looks over you but nods towards your door

“it isn’t polite to keep a guest outside”

and then you purse your lips “are you always this snappy?”

doyoung shrugs but you sigh and opens the door for him

there’s still nothing inside but he’s seen it so you kind of drop your bag once you’re inside and reminds doyoung to lock the door after him

doyoung takes his time to look around for good this time and comments, “there really was nothing”

and you shrug while rummaging through the cabinet for a midnight snack “im broke” was all that was needed to be said

“still” doyoung addressed “you need a bed at least. and maybe a fridge”

“there’s a working bathroom and that’s good enough for me” you shrug again, successfully pulling out a snack you bought a few days ago

“what is that” doyoung stares at the snack in your hand

and ur starting to wonder if he’s a foreigner

“it’s my dinner” you say , not ashamed at all

the dude just gasps at you in shock “theres no nutritional value in it whatsoever” he iterates very slowly, as if you were a five year old

you sigh as you take a seat on the floor, plopping another one piece of the snack into your mouth

“okay so i saved you and this is what i get? ofc i know it’s not good for me but it’d rather eat something than starve okay”

doyoung hesitates to reply and it kinda aggravates you a little because why is he back??? he hadn’t thanked u this whole time and ur kinda slightly maybe very little a bit pissed at that

like ur work is a charity u know but dude u deserved a thank you at the very least

so you popped the question

“why are you here”

“...why do you think i’m here”

you’re literally on your last strand of hair, “we’re not playing twenty questions and it’s late. i need to sleep.”

doyoung cocks a brow at you but gets the message and turns to leave

he opens the door slightly and turns back to look at you,

“i was here to express my gratitude since you literally saved my life. but i guess you don’t need that.”

and he disappears into the night

you literally feel bad as soon as he left but ur kinda stressed juggling uni and working too many job for your own good

so you sleep and try to forget it all

he won’t come back anyways

no point on crying over spilled milk

but o H BO YYYYY

you’re wrong

because the next morning, there’s a knock on your door as you were getting ready for uni once again, eyebags and all

and the moment u opened the door, your eyes just widen

“why are you here” you’re a broken machine w no creative content, pls bear with me

doyoung sort of holds back a smile at this because you look so lost and your bed hair was everywhere-- literally

“i’m resilient” was all he said as he brings up a plastic bag “figured that you probably wouldn’t eat breakfast” he hands it over to you “i’ve got your lunch covered too so eat it on your way to school”

and u froze

“how.... did you know i was a student”

doyoung doesn’t even try to look sorry, “i did a little digging”

well ok

???!?!?!?!!?!?!!??!

since when was it legal to look someone up like that??

“why?” there’s a cockiness to his whole composure “are you going to kick me out again?”

well yes mister ofc

you’re invading my privacy

no matter how drop dead gorgeous you are this is like-- not acceptable

“yeah” you boldly answered, “i am. what of it?”

doyoung looks as if debating something before taking a step closer to you

“uhhh what are you doing”

and he’s literally thisclose to you that you feel his breath hovering over your lips

“im just wondering” he speaks in a lower tone, almost as if the both of you weren’t meant to say a word in this situation

you’re too mesmerised by his orbs to notice anything else but you gotta stay strong for pride’s sake and so you lean back and give him the dirtiest glare you could muster

it isn’t a frequent occasion that you could brace yourself under the presence of such a good looking person

...even though he seems like a shady guy

but still good looking

this doesn’t deter doyoung as he traps you onto the wall, hands on either side “if you know what i do, i don’t think that you would be so mean to me”

“well i don’t want to know more about you”

“oh really”

“very much so”

there’s a chuckle that decorates doyoung’s pretty features before his right hand lightly holds onto your chin and he sweeps down to press a kiss on your lips

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multiphandomunnies · 6 years ago

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Nct 2018 Reacts: Someone flirts with you

Requested: Nah

A/n: I didn't add gifs because that would be a lot of work and i'm to lazy to find decent gifs. More n likely grammar/spelling mistakes

Admin: Mirae

T a e y o n g

Taeyong would watch from afar while some guy tried to hit on you. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable. Taeyong would try and keep his calm as he approached you and the creepy guy. His arm snaked around your waist and he gave the best protective smile he could in the direction of the guy before asking you

“Hey babe, would you like to head home?”

T a e i l

Taeil was sitting next to you while watching whatever movie was on the screen. Some drunk guy took the seat next to you and began talking about how he was recently divorced and looking for someone just like you. Taeil was extremely awkward, he didnt know what to do. He would glance at you and see your face twisted In displeasure

“Um,,Y/N,,Taeyong called, theres a problem at the dorm. Lets go”

J o h n n y

Johnny was joking around and having a good time with his members when he felt his phone vibrate. Looking down hre smiled when he noticed it was a text from you. “Johnny, this creepy won't leave me alone. Can you please come get me?” you sent. Johnny felt his blood run cold, he instantly stood up and apologize while leaving. Johnny would call you and stay on the phone until he got there

“Ill be there soon babe, dont leave>”

Y u t a

You smiled and took another sip of your drink. The cool water felt great on a hot day like this. The waiter came over to your table and handed you guys your check, as he was about to leave he began to compliment you tlaking about he had never seen someone as ethereal as you. Yuta balled up his fist and eyed the guy up and down. He was extremely pissed and irritated.

“Clearly we are dating, its very disrespectful of you to flirt while im still here you trash”

T e n

“We should really go to the beach sometimes together, I have a great body, ya know,” he continued to ramble about how good looking he was. Ten rolled his eyes, the guys poor attempts to flirt with you were really funny to him. Ten could tell you thought the situation was hilarious too. After watching the guy make a complete fool of himself Ten finally stood up and put his arm around your waist

“Well I think you've humiliated yourself enough today. Babe, lets go,”

K u n

Kun felt his face heat up from embarrassment. He wasn't even the one being hit on but he was cringing at he guys choice of words. Kun would almly grab your hand and silently pull you away from the creepy guy before laughing to himself and asking

“Was my flirting that cringy?”

D o y o u n g

Doyoung shoved his hands in his pockets and huffed out in anger. It was clear that you two were dating yet this guy had the audacity to flirt with you. He wasn't even doing a good job at it “Are you my pinky toe cause im gonna bang you on my coffee table tonight.” Once Doyoung heard that he pulled you behind him and said

“The only thing going to be banged on your coffee table tonight is your face if you don't shut up and leave us alone”

J a e h y u n

You had gone up to order another drink while you waited for Jaehyun to arrive, he had been 1 hour late. The guy in line behind you started making inappropriate comments and then he started to joke about how your boyfriend wasn't going to show so you should just hang out with him instead. When Jaehyun walked in the door and saw this and rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand

“Im sorry I took so long babe, I had some things I needed to take care of”

W i n w i n

You grabbed Winwins hand even tighter when the gentleman behind you mumbled something about how nice your body looked in that outfit. Winwins face was red as he had heard it to. Winwin wanted to be the brave and protective boyfriend that said something. So he would peacefully mumble

“Please leave my partner alone.”

J u n g w o o

Jungwoo was giggling about what his members were saying when Lucas pointed over at you who was obviously uncomfortable. Jungwoo noticed the guy who was leaning in closer and closer. Jungwoo coughed a little before standing up and waltzing towards you with the most confident walk he could muster.

“Ex,,xcuse me sir,,please leave my partner,,alone.”

L u c a s

Throughout the dinner Lucas had done his best to stay calm at the guys attempts to hit on you. By the end he had finally had enough, he hasn't seen you in awhile and he just wanted to have lovely dinner with you all to himself. As you two were exiting the restaurant and the waiter gave you flirty eyes Lucas hollard out

“I think its rude that a member your wait staff willing flirted with my partner will I was right there.”

M a r k

Mark wondered what was kaing you so long. You said you were going to the restroom 15 minutes ago and you hadn't been back. At first he was afraid you had ditched him but he knew you better. he would walk towards the restroom to see what the problem was when he saw you. Some guy had your wrist tightly secured in his hand. A anger Mark had never experienced before erupted inside him. He marched over there and pulled you form the guy

“Hey! Leave Y/N alone”

R e n j u n

(can you tell who my bias is)

You held on tightly to the bar on the ceiling, not wanting to move around and bump into other riders. Renjun stood next to you and stared out the window, lost in thought. Your blood ran cold when a arm that wasn't your boyfriends snaked around your waist. “This way you wont fall,” he creepily bled into your ear. You felt chills go down your spine. Looking at your boyfriend you tried to alert him without actually saying anything. Renjun looked at you when he felt your eyes burning holes into him. Immediately he noticed why you were staring so intensely at him. Renjun grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him. One hand held tightly onto the medtail abr while the other was secured around your waist. You smiled and relaxed before leaning into him

“You should have said something.”

J e n o

Jeno watched with curious eyes. You went to order an ice cream cone but the cashier wouldnt stop talking to you. Youd look back at Jeno and give him pleading eyes. Jeno would nod to himself and approach you with a bright smile and hand the cashier some money

“2 of what Y/N wants to order,please?”

H a e c h a n

(have you spotted my bias wrecker yet?)

Your hand skimmed over the variety of books on the shelves. Nothing was catching your eye. “Do you need some help? I can help you in more ways than one,” the library worker said while placing his hand on your wrist. Your heart sunk as you attempted to pull away but his grip was to much. Haechan entered the library with a big smile on his face. it immediately fell when he saw you struggling to get away from some guy. Haechan huffed out and marched over there with a scary look on his face. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you waist

“Don't you have an boundaries? Creep.”

J a e m i n

Jaemin smiled brightly while his legs swung back and forth. He was sitting on the bench at your favorite park waiting for you to show up. Checking the time he noticed you were late. Jaemin decided to facetime you. When you answered you sneakily faced the camera on a guy. He was talking non stop about how cute you two would be together. Jaemin scoffed and took note of where you were before he ran to you

“Can we have 1 date without it being interrupted or ruined?”

C h e n l e

Chenle was giggling while you two happily ate the ice cream. You looked so adorable with ice cream smeared on your face. Some guy sat next to you and mumbled something into your ear with a smirk before looking at Chenle and rolling his eyes. Chenle curisuly looked between you two, you had stopped eating your ice cream and you looked disgusted. Chenle took the hint on what the guy probably said. He leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on your cheek before grabbing your hand and leaving

“Why are people so creepy and weird?”

J i s u n g

Jisung had left to use the restroom. While he was on his way out he noticed that some guy was sitting in his spot and was talking to you while you attempted to smile. Jisung quickly texted his members asking for advice. They all yelled at him and called him stupid. Mark simply told him to confront the guy while Haechan said to punch him. Jisung walked towards you, he wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and awkwardly coughed

“You're sitting in my seat and flirting with my partner,,,I dont appreciate it”

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peachymhaechan · 6 years ago

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“That’s new.”

Genre: fluff, soulmate au

Warning: language is that of a sailor’s

A/N: this is the second in the lil soulmate au series i’m writing this summer!! ten is one of my main bias wreckers (let’s be real tho- i’m a damn thot and all of nct attacks me on the daily) and this kiLLED ME. hope you enjoy!!

everyone has different soulmate quirks

your best friend only saw black and white until she met her s/o, then she saw the world in color

your parents had what you called the High School Musical quirk, where when one got a song stuck in their head, the other got the same song stuck in their head

all of your friends had these really cool and cute quirks

meanwhile, yours was.... odd to say the least

your quirk happened to be piercings

you just,,, got a piercing out of the blue

whoever your soulmate was, he or she loved body modifications

whenever your s/o would get a piercing, you’d get the same piercing

weird, but that was your life, man

the first time it happened was An Experience

imagine: you chilling in class, listening to a boring ass lecture,

when you feel a sting in your ear

and you reach up to see what the dealio is

and ?? you feel an earring ?? and blood ?? uhhhhhhhhh

nobody is paying attention to you so you just,, sat in the back of the class in a mini panic like ?? ! what the fuck !! what the complete fuck just happened !!

finally, a tiny bit of blood dripped onto your desk and you were like // gotta blast // and done straight up bolted

you ran to the bathroom and found that you did, indeed, have a random ass piercing in your cartilage

“cool but what in The Complete Fuck”

so you took a picture of it just to prove to your friends that you weren’t insane

and then took it out and that was the end of it, right?

wrong

this bitch wrong. yeet!

three days later, after you had forgotten about the mystery that was your lil piercing, it came back

except that time, you were at family dinner

you were chowing down when you felt it again

“-and then I got stuck in traffic on the way to work, and.... is your ear bleeding?”

you felt your ear and sure enough, there was an earring and your ear had that tingly numb feeling any time you get a piercing

“is there an earring there?” you asked, already knowing the answer

“Y/N what the hell?”

you didn't know any more than your parents did so you shrugged in a what-can-ya-do? way

“It happened a couple of days ago in class but I didn't think anything of it, so I took the earring out and, well.... it came back, I guess.”

“Hon, I’d hate to break it to you, but I think that is your quirk,” your dad said, to which you thought ???

hol up, this don’t add up

it really did tho and you were just being a dumb thot oof

don't worry, i’m a dumb thot, too

“I mean.... okay, I guess.... sounds fake, but..... whatever.....”

and lo and behold, you kept getting piercings

it’d be at the most random (and inconvenient) times

taking a final? that sucks man, it’d be a shame if someone //got some body modifications done//

at a funeral? shit bitch, you ain’t special, get some work done on your lobe at the viewing

tryna take a phat nap? tough luck, you won’t be able to sleep on your side for another week bc your soulmate was a grade A asshat

you had no idea who your soulmate was, but you did know that they had good taste in piercings

little did you know, he thought the same thing

there were a few occasions where he would be in dance practice and would have to stop bc?? ow ?? new earring??

but also,,, you’d be a dick back to him and would get piercings at ungodly hours of the night

let’s just say... you quickly became an expert on how to safely and cleanly give piercings

you, at four in the damn morning: this is for getting one done when I was in the middle of a presentation worth 40% of my final grade, you nasty thot

SM started promotions for their new group called NCT U

all of your friends became obsessed with the group and you were strung along with them

when the music video for The Seventh Sense was released, you found yourself drawn to one member in particular

his name was Ten and holy shit

that boy could dance

you immediately chose him as your bias and you thought, “okay, this is nice, but also the end of it.”

wrong again!!

your friends (who were amazing, btw) managed to score tickets to a meet and greet the boys were having

the couple of weeks beforehand, you were getting ready okay

mentally preparing, like //holy shit, dawg//

then the day came

you woke up and looked in the mirror and thought, “My ear is looking a little boring. I have some space right there, might as well fill it.”

so, you being you, picked up your needle (DISINFECTED, OF COURSE!! In this house we SAFELY give ourselves body modifications!!) and went to town

ngl you were feeling yourself, lookin all cute or whateva with that new sassy piercing you had going on

it wasn’t too over the top but it was enough for you to feel like you were going to walk in the building, get swarmed by paparazzi, and shut the place down

you know the feeling^^

the time for the meet n greet rolls around

you were incredibly nervous

I mean, hello?? meeting ten?? scary shit, dude

you got in line and met all of the other members first

damn sm had to put him on the very end smh

but when you got there

oh man

you were suuuuuuper fuckin nervous dawg

full on shaking, blushing,,,, a whole ass mess

he grabbed your hand and gave you that reassuring smile of his (you know the one)

“Are you nervous?” he asked, chuckling a little bit

Him on the outside: confident

Him on the inside: panicked, omg the person standing in front of me is so beautiful, they’re literally quaking omg how do I calm them down

“Just a little,” you sheepishly told him, not even trying to hide it

He took both of your hands and interlaced your fingers and

holy shit

your hands fit perfectly together??

uhhhhhhh did somebody say #meanttobe??

you guys talked for a bit

it was mainly just you telling him like

hey i’m a big fan!! I really love you, very much!! your dancing is actually beautiful and it’s inspiring to see someone who is so passionate at what they love doing just that, doing what they love!!

and the whole time he sat there and went full damn uwu

he thought, “I can sit here all day and listen to them talk.”

but unfortunately the meet and greet couldn’t last forever :(

just as you were about to go, you noticed something, though

his piercings were

different??

you had seen pictures of the boy from the day before and something was,,,,, off

you finally realized what it was, tho

“That’s new,” you said, pointing to the earring that just,,, popped up overnight

the piercings you had were the exact same

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking.... when did you get that one done?” you asked, and you saw something in his eyes click

“It popped up this morning...… Why?” he answered, secretly hoping You Were The One

lucky for him :)

you touched your own ear

“Because I gave myself this piercing this morning...”

something in his eyes told you that he knew

he knew that you were his soulmate

his heart was beating so fast

he dropped his fake flirting persona immediately bc ya know

why would he want to be like that with the person he’d spend the rest of his life with ??

ten leaned in close and whispered, “write your phone number down.”

homeboy decided to shoot his shot!!

it worked, bc you quickly scribbled down your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him

the meet and greet couldn’t last forever tho and before you knew it, the staff were forcing you to leave

before you left, ten gave your hand one last squeeze and you were rushed away:(

you left feeling very ?.!

before you went to bed that night (not that you were going to bc hello?? that shit seriously happened today!!)

you got a text from an unknown number

“hey, this is ten! just wanted to say hi and that i’m glad I got to finally meet my soulmate!! also- sorry sm forces us both to get so many piercings all the time lol”

your heart was beating out of your chest

full uwu bitch

bc yes !!

you were ecstatic to finally meet your soulmate, the person you would spend the rest of your life with

and you were ecstatic to meet the boy with the beautiful piercings

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rhapsodic-euphoria · 6 years ago

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Don’t Mess Up My Tempo Chanyeol Ver

↳Masterlist

→D.O Kai Baekhyun Xiumin Chanyeol Chen Lay Suho Sehun

“Ah wae!” You hear your co-worker's familiar yell.

“What now?” You say to the whining man as you finish up your paperwork for the day.

“I can’t do this and race.” He whines.

“Jongdae, just don’t race.” You say flatly.

“I have to, I promised.” He says.

“I already changed your shift about Park Chanyeol, I won’t be doing anymore favors for you.” You say, not bothering to even look at him.

“Please.” Jongdae asks.

“I literally have to deal with that man.” You say as you remember how you switched clients with Jongdae. You had to deal with the reckless, skirt-chasing man.

“Why are you even here?” You ask him.

“I can’t just race.” He says.

“Then why do you race?” You ask.

He doesn’t respond. But he doesn’t meet your eye either.

“Seriously, a girl?” You could read him like a book.

“It’s not like that.” He whines.

You give him a look.

“Okay, fine. Maybe it is.” He says.

“Go. Just do your paper work when you come back tomorrow.” You finally give in.

“Actually...” You groan at whatever Jongdae is about to suggest.

“Why don’t you come with me?” He says. You don’t even get a chance to protest because Jongdae drags you out of your chair and to his car.

You internally scream out a ‘Why me?’ as you put on your seatbelt and wait for Jongdae to ruin your life.

As usual, during the whole car ride Jongdae is the only one who talks. You seriously wonder how he doesn’t know that he’s having a one-sided conversation.

As he pulls up to a shady warehouse you seriously regret not jumping out of the car.

“Okay, bye.” Jongdae immediately gets out of the car and leaves you.

You curse out in annoyance. Of course, you would get stood up in the middle of an illegal racing event.

You head towards the large warehouse and go inside. You let out another sigh as you see the flashing lights and half-naked bodies moving to the music.

You sit down at one of the empty booths and pull out your phone. Unfortunately, three guys climb into the booth with you, and they aren’t the soberest.

“Hey.” one of them says, reaching towards you. You gag in disgust and swat his hand away, making him surprised.

“He said something to you.” One of the other guys growled.

“Do you think I care?” You shot back, rolling your eyes. “Don’t know if you know, but I’m not interested.”

“Maybe we can change that.” One of them said.

You ignore them and type in a phone number. You wait, annoyed, as Jongdae doesn’t answer.

“Pathetic.” You mutter.

“What did you call me?” One of the guys say.

“Oh, not you. You’re a complete asshole.” You say.

“Fuck you, bitch.” The man says, reaching to grab your hair.

“Don’t think so.” You hear a familiar voice as someone punches the man across the face.

“Chanyeol?” You ask yourself, surprised at his appearance.

“Sorry, but this is our business.” One of the other men say, getting up.

“After what you called her?” Chanyeol growls at him before knocking both of the men out.

“Thanks, I guess.” You say. “But, what do we do with the bodies?”

“That doesn’t sound right.” Chanyeol mutters as he pulls you away from the booth and back outside.

You exhale in relief as you breathe the fresh air. You hear the big crowd ahead of you all yell out. You assume that’s where they do the racing.

“You don’t seem like the type of person to be here.” Chanyeol says as he runs a hand through his hair. Strangely, you follow his movements.

“Ah yeah. I was just about to leave.” You lie as you point to your phone, shaking out of whatever trance he put you in.

“Want me to wait for you?” He asks.

“No thanks, you went through enough trouble for me.” You say, backing away slowly.

“Okay.” He says, his face darkening.

“See you for your appointment tomorrow.” You say as you walk away.

You aren’t even sure if he responded to you. You walk around the warehouse and go to a quieter place.

As you walk around you take out your phone and punch in Jongdae’s phone number.

“Finally.” You say as he answers.

“Hey!” You hear Jongdae’s voice.

“Where are you?” You ask him.

“Why? Is something wrong?” You hear his worried voice.

“Almost got raped.” You shrug.

“Don’t use that word lightly.” Jongdae says, you could tell that his mood changed drastically. “I’m coming to the car in a few.”

“Already see you.” You say as you wave towards Jongdae’s running form. You end the call as he comes closer.

“Sorry about that.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine, let’s just go home.” You say, gesturing to the car.

As you leave, you don’t notice Chanyeol’s lurking form. He frowns as he sees Jongdae going home with you.

He rubs his head. He couldn’t start having feeling for you. He had just met you today. This made him think if love at first sight was true.

“God, I need to get laid.” Chanyeol mutters as he goes back into the warehouse to find his next target.

"Hello.” You say to the butler. Of course, the arrogant man had to live in an expensive mansion.

“Good morning, miss.” The butler says. You nods towards him.

You head up towards Chanyeol’s bedroom, as the butler said he hasn’t left there since morning. You wonder what happened to him since last night.

As you open the door, your jaw slacks in horror. You see a naked woman in his bed. Strangely, you have the urge to strangle her. A sharp feeling goes through your chest.

While you stare silently at the scene in front of you, you hear the bathroom door opening. As you look towards it you see a half-naked Chanyeol walk into the bedroom.

You weren’t sure if you should be disgusted or embarrassed.

“Hey.” The woman in the bed starts to wake up. As she starts to wake up, you notice that she looks strikingly similar to you.

Apparently, both of them still don’t notice you because the woman climbs out of the bed, show literally everything, and starts kissing Chanyeol.

Finally, you cough really awkwardly. As soon as both of them notice your presence, the woman screams out loud and grabs the nearby comforter on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol growls at you, walking closer.

“Please wear something.” You voice comes out as a whisper as you couldn’t look directly at his face.

He pins you to the wall and whispers into your ear. “Why?”

“Your girlfriend is literally still here.” You say, still not looking at him.

“She’s just a one-night stand.” He shrugs, his face getting closer to yours. “But, you’re not.”

“You know, I’m just going to wait until you both start wearing some clothes.” You press your hands on his chest and push in back. You try not to look down, but as you look up, you meet Chanyeol’s lust-filled eyes.

You awkwardly walk back outside.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” You say as you close the door behind you.

Not too long after, the girl walks out the door. She stares at you, obviously noticing how you both look similar. She hurries out the entrance of the mansion after a few moments.

You walk back into the room. As you walk in, you don’t notice that Chanyeol was behind you until it was too late.

Again, he pins you onto the wall. But at least he has a robe on.

“Who’s she?” You ask him, wondering if he just picked some girl after helping you last night.

“Jealous?” He smirks.

“I don’t think I’m the one who’s jealous.” You look up at him, hoping he won’t see through your lie.

“Why Jongdae?” Chanyeol’s face is wiped from the smirk.

“He’s my co-worker.” You say.

“Not what I saw last night.” He says.

“What? You stalked me?” You asked, eyes widening.

“No, just saw you leave in his car.” Chanyeol said, an unreadable expression upon his face.

“He already has a girlfriend.” I say.

“Prove it.” Chanyeol says, bringing his face closer down to yours.

“What?” You ask.

“Prove that you don’t like him.” He whispers against your ear, his warm breath hitting your neck. “Prove that you like me.”

“What makes you think that I like you.” You whisper back, making Chanyeol frown.

You think that you win when he doesn’t respond. But, instead, he presses his lips to yours.

You gasp in surprise, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. You can’t help but melt into his embrace, unable to stop him.

He lets go of your lips and trails down your neck. You fight to keep back a moan, making Chanyeol smirk against your skin.

Suddenly he lets go, backing away. You look up at him in confusion.

“What?” You ask.

Chanyeol smirks at you, triumphantly.

“This is my area, don’t test me.”

A/N:

Can you tell that he’s my bias wrecker?

I cringed so much when writing the ‘bedroom’ scene. But it was fun to see how it turned out.

The next half of the members will be posted tomorrow.

Stay warm!~

Those who are off this week of school, hope you enjoy.~

#exo #exo imagines #exo x reader #chanyeol #park chanyeol #chanyeol x reader #park chanyeol x reader #exo comeback #x reader

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artemissarrows · 6 years ago

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The Most Beautiful Moment In Life: #BTSxCitiField

Wow. I’m home back from New York, where I had the amazing gift of being able to see BTS live on their Love Yourself world tour. I’m literally out of words to describe it, but I’ll try.

I saw in someone’s post about seeing them on the Wings tour that they were sad for a week after and I thought to myself, “it’s just a concert! How the heck would that happen?”

...and here I am, having cried a bunch of times in the last two days (though none of them actually during the concert, there was too much adrenaline), now I am living it. I really feel it in my body. I’m exhausted. My voice is destroyed from so much cheering and fan-chanting. But I’m also sort of happy about that, because it’s a marker of having gone through that experience and I want to hold onto that. I was off work Monday and spent the entire day at my house watching Bon Voyage and Run episodes (didn’t realize they were only 20 minutes!!) to console myself.

I’m sad the concert’s over, and I’m also sad that the Love Yourself era is also basically over too, some additional concert dates notwithstanding. This era really encapsulates everything I love about BTS: their positive message, their incredible songwriting and producing and music in general, and their growth as artists. I have complete faith in our boys that whatever comes next will be fantastic and that they’ll keep growing, I just desperately hope this isn’t their peak. But regardless, I’m glad I got to see this show because it felt like such a special one—their first sold-out North America stadium show. And it seems like BTS felt like it was special as well.

I’m also feeling intense love, because love is at the heart of it all. BTS’ love for ARMY and their earnest and sincere desire that we love ourselves, and be our best selves (see: Magic Shop, etc). And ARMY’s love and deep appreciation for BTS seeing us and our struggles, and believing in our ability to succeed. I was a little leery of calling myself an ARMY before this concert, mostly because of ARMY’s reputation on the internet as being kind of a crazy and intense fandom, but I fully embrace ARMY-dom now, because I understand that it’s really all about love.

So to recap, I’m going to do some best-ofs and link to Twitter and Insta pictures and videos. My phone camera is the literal worst, which is why I unfortunately don’t have any of my own!

Best deep thought: RM, our leader, always and forever. Sometimes I forget that he’s a literal genius because he’s also so derpy and cute, and then it’s moments like this that I re-remember that he does absolutely nothing related to their music or public presentation by accident or without forethought.

Via @mimibtsghost

He—and all of them, really—understand so well their role in our lives and our role in theirs. ARMY loves BTS, and BTS loves all of us so much, and truly wants us all to be happy and to live our best and whole selves. RM literally said this in his UN speech (which he also mentioned). When he says Speak Yourself, I think what he means is a combination of “Tell your story,” “Speak out,” and “Speak your truth.”

Best bias wreck: Jimin

Now I’m one of those people who legit loves all the members almost the same (except for Jin, I don’t love him quite as much) and my biases are Suga and V, but only by a little. But oh my goodness, Jimin was such a bias-wrecker in this concert. His solo set was ridiculous, he was wearing this beautiful sparkly top and did his amazing lyrical dance moves. So many eyebrow quirks and hearts. I’m completely dead. The friend I was with is a Jimin stan, and I think they were like, “how did it take you this long???” I now have three coequal biases. Here’s a good one, and this cutie pic.

Best corny-yet-adorable moments: J-Hope and V

J-hope’s Trivia: Just Dance stage was J-Hope being a major hype-man for the entire concert. And oh man, did it work. He’s such an exuberant live performer and the perfect choice for the second song. That white suit?? And his joy and enthusiasm is completely infectious. Hope World was my favorite of the three rappers’ mixtapes, and I was happy that his Trivia song was very much in that style, lots of old-school rap vibes. His joy is just so pure.

Also, Taehyung’s sign-off for ARMY at the end of the show: “You are the brighest stars in my universe.” Corny, but sweet and touching; also poetic because the ARMY bombs really do look like stars to the performers on stage, and we are orbiting around them, pulled into their gravity. Ah, V, so poetical as always <3

Unexpected song I liked live: Epiphany

Jin’s not my favorite member (see above), and I’m honestly a bit mystified by why people seem to like him so, so much. I’m also not a lover of ballads, usually, and the Epiphany video was fine but not one of my favorites. But I really liked this song live, way more than I was expecting to. Jin does have a really great voice, and it’s a bit less breathy than Jungkook’s in particular (still love you, Jungkook, you also sound great live!) He really gave a powerful vocal performance, and I’m going to put Epiphany back in my listening rotation…..after I listen to Suga’s I Need You x Seesaw remix another 15 times, sorrynotsorry.

Best gay/ship moments: Vkook, Suga

Vkook showed up again at this concert in force! One moment I saw myself, one I missed and found later on Twitter.

1) Tae hopped onto Jungkook’s back for a piggyback ride. It was super-brief but I know it happened because I distinctly remember thinking, “huh, usually Tae hops on Jungkook’s back, but Jungkook hopped on Tae’s this time. Interesting!” Turns out I was wrong and Tae hopped onto Jungkook as usual! Here’s a still, via @harchu2

2) Apparently, Tae also gave Jungkook a little kiss and/or nuzzle on the neck at the end. I completely missed this myself, but hey, it’s there on the video. Vkook, you’re being so loud <3

Suga’s Seesaw performance also pinged my gaydar in a major way, I’m not even sure why myself. He started off lying on this white couch. And he’s just so sassy. And this sparkly red top with a sash that he was wearing. Suga, you’re the best. Here’s a really nice pic, via @maggiejslg + Seesaw clip

Best PSA: RM

Three separate times, RM said that we shouldn’t shove one another for our safety. Our boys are so considerate and want everyone to have a good time!

Most impressive stunts: V, Suga

V’s Singularity set was fcking amazing. He’s really the most stellar performer, such a true artist. It seems positively unbelievable that he’s only 22 (what the heck was I doing when I was 22??). His little video before his solo stage (all members had them) was him surrounded by dark flowers and a pane of glass that frosted over. The hand-in-the-coat dance, and his backup dancers with masks that moved with him…the visuals of his set were stunning, and his singing was really stellar live (well, truly, everyone’s was). Here’s a clip.

In Suga’s Seesaw performance, he did this slick little stunt where he slid down a lit white long prop bar, like a seesaw. It looked really cool. I love the song Seesaw, it really shows how versatile Suga is, and his performance was a giant f-you to everyone who thinks he can’t sing or dance.

Best surprise songs: Dope and So What

Dope has always been one of my favorite songs. It’s so clearly and lovingly descended from 90’s American boy band stuff, but updated and, frankly, better. It’s got the killer hook and the great dancing, and is almost always the first video I show someone when I’m trying to explain why I love this K-pop band so much. I thought there was next to no chance of their playing it, but they did!!! I can die happy now. It was part of the medley in the middle, including Boyz With Fun, Attack On Bangtan, Fire, Bapsae (another one I was thrilled to hear), and Dope.

So What is also lowkey my favorite LYS: Tear track (though like the members, really only by a little on what’s a phenomenal album overall). I knew there wasn’t a dance for it so I didn’t think they’d play it, and was so, so thrilled when they did! It was like having a huge party with BTS and ARMY at the end of the show.

Best emotional vulnerability moment: Jimin

Jimin did some excellent crying at the end of the show, when they all came out in black t-shirts and addressed ARMY directly. Oh my goodness, it was so cute and sweet. They’ve really come so far; Yoongi tends to respond through bravado and celebrating their accomplishments, and Jimin cries. I just love so much that he’s modeling being emotional and vulnerable, and everyone just wants to give him a big ol’ hug.

Such beautiful crying.

Best Jungkook moment: End filming

At the very end of the concert, right as they were about to sink down into the floor, Jungkook grabbed a camera and started filming ARMY. I was just like, “wow, they want to remember this night just as much as we want to.”

Favorite fanchant: DNA

There were so many fun fanchant moments. My only regret is that I didn’t learn the words to Seesaw better (@StanningBTSpod, you did warn me, I should have!) But DNA has the name bit at the beginning, and BTS! BTS! BTS! in the chorus, it was just super fun. Toward the end of the concert honestly there was so much screaming and such that it was hard to even hear the fanchants. That was fine too!

Happy me success moments

Met the wonderful @daftlolita waiting in line to get into the venue, it was super great to hang out!

I made this jacket, and got a bunch of compliments! My entire goal was to find other queer ARMYs and I think I pretty much succeeded.

I also gave out most of the pins I made (made a bunch of extra ones precisely for that purpose). I don’t love Twitter that much and much prefer interacting with people in person, and generally feel like I succeeded on that front.

I kinda wish I’d gotten at least a little merch, but honestly the ticket was expensive enough. I also kinda wanted an ARMY bomb, but also, see ticket price. I tried to go to the BT21 store in Times Square on Sunday before I left and it was an hour wait so….no go on that one, I’ll get back to New York soon though.

At the end of it all, I cannot tell you how indescribably proud I am to call myself an ARMY. Although our fandom has its flaws for sure because we live in a broken world, to me, being an ARMY means co-creating a better world with BTS. A happier world.

A world where we love ourselves.

A world where there’s no stigma attached to mental illness and we can ask for the help we need

Where we take care of one another and are mindful of others (no shoving!!)

Where we celebrate and embrace difference

Where all young people have the resources they need to thrive

And where people of all races, genders, and ranges of life experience come together to express joy. I’m tearing up again as I write this.

Arundhati Roy has this beautiful quote that I’ve seen around activist spaces. It goes, “Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”

I saw a small glimpse of that world at #BTSCitiField. Janelle Monae will lead us through the narrow places into that world. Or, as BTS have it, from the desert to the ocean. And BTS will be there to make sure we drink enough water and are good to one another while we’re moving forward.

Suga, you said you’d be back. I’ll hold you to that promise.

And please, wear that red sparkly top again. It was absolutely killer. I purple all of you beautiful, special, luminous men who are making our world better, one song at a time.

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greystarseokjin · 7 years ago

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you cancel a date ♡

| HOSEOK IMAGINE |

⇒ i take requests (here)! just request which member(s), a plot, and reaction, imagine, or fake text

MASTERLIST!

⇒ important; in this imagine the reader will have menstruation (a period, time of the month)

⇒ and i’m reposting this because i couldn’t find this in recent beneath any of the tags :/

to everyone jung hoseok was a radiating ball of sunshine. he lit everyone’s world up and he made everyone extremely happy just with his presence. but, to hoseok there was someone else that he’s been fortunate enough to meet in his life to claim them as his own sunshine and that person is; you.

you became best friends with kim namjoon years ago and the two of you had been inseparable always being around each other but for awhile he never introduced you to the rest of bts in fear that their outgoing, loud, and powerful personality may push you away but you reassured him that you would love to meet them and think that they sound amazing.

out of all of the boys it was hoseok who took interest in you. he thought you were the most angelic person he’s ever laid eyes on him. his loud self was locked away as a more shy side of him came out to play, his cheeks would heat up with a ragging blush, biting down softly on his plump bottom lip, occasionally looking at you as his heart would flutter at the sound of your voice and laughs.

he knew he was in love with you.

after that night where you had met all the boys, you exchanged your number with all of them and since them you’ve had a bond with all of them but of course namjoon was still your best friend, he could never be replaced.

one night as the boys were in the studio taehyung noticed how hoseok wasn’t paying much attention as he kept messing up the dance, smiling to himself as a blush would appear on his cheek, deep in his own thoughts.

“hobi c’mon! we’re so close with getting this dance down.” taehyung said out of breath, taking a sip from his water bottle, growing a little irritated with him.

but hoseok didn’t listen as his mind kept driffting off to the image of you. he couldn’t help but to imagine laying down on his bed after a long day of work with you at home waiting for him with your arms wide open awaiting for his special sunshine cuddles.

the rest of bts looked back and forth at each other with concern and curiosity as hoseok was totally out of it. but, namjoon smirked to himself noticing hoseok’s behavior and catching unto the feelings he had for you. he cleared his throat before saying aloud, “i’m so happy! (y/n) is coming to the studio with food!”

even at the mention the makane’s started to jump up and down with joy at the mention of free food and hanging out with you. that one sentenced, that one name caught his attention as his head snapped in namjoon’s direction causing namjoon to burst out in laughter before falling over. “hoseok you’re whipped! just ask them on a date already!”

hoseok blushed even more before dropping his head a bit, avoiding eye sight as all the members started teasing him.

later that night hoseok went up to namjoon and asked him to help him confess you. after brainstorming many ideas they finally came up with one and two days later he finally confessed to you and asked you to go on a date with him, one that namjoon described as your dream date.

a smile spread across your face as you would rapidly nod your head. you, yourself had caught feelings for the sunshine boy from bts and was more than thankful for your best friend who had introduced you to him.

now, a week later you were waking up in the morning with a smile on your face, jumping out of bed going to get ready because today was the day of your first date with hobi! you walked into the bathroom to take care of your business before being hit with a major cramp. you panicked, running your hands through your hair and tugging before going to check for the worst.

and the worst was there; you started your time of the month.

you groaned in frustration before being hit with another major cramp. you groaned now in pain before stumbling back to your bed and collapsing on it. you’re in too much pain that it even hurts to stand. you sadly had to come up with the decision of canceling your date with hoseok.

you picked up your phone, feeling the pit of your stomach be filled with guilt because you knew that he was really excited for this date but now you were canceling it because the devil called your period was back.

you - hey hobi! i know today was going to be our date but i’m really sorry but i have to cancel it. i’m really sorry hobi ;(

once hoseok got your message his heart clenched in pain just a bit, head filled with confusion on why you were canceling on him. were you just not feeling good? did you lie about your feelings for him? did you just feel bad for him and the guilt was catching up to you?

you laid on your bed, craving chocolate only to realize that you had none. you pulled out your phone to text namjoon asking him to please come over with some chocolate as you started your period.

but, once you’re phone dinged with a new message you saw it wasn’t from hoseok or namjoon. it was seokjin.

jin - hey (y/n)! i’m assuming that message was for namjoon and not me. but i don’t mind stopping at the store and getting you some stuff. i’ll also pick up take out!

hoseok is now lying down on the sofa as he watches the television sadly before he hears footsteps running down the hall to see seokjin leaving in a rush. hoseok sat up, “where are you going?”

seokjin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, assuming that he already knew about the state you were in. “to (y/n)’s?”

hoseok’s heart dropped. did you like jin-hyung? was it because of his worldwide handsome looks? how long have you liked him? was this who you preferred to be with? everything was a red flag to him. so his eyes dropped to the floor as they filled with tears, “oh.”

jin’s heart now clenched with pain as he sat by hoseok, “hobi?” he questioned but hoseok stayed silent. “you know why i’m going over there right? they’re on their period. they have really bad cramps.”

hoseok gasped before jumping up onto his feet. it all made sense! you didn’t cancel the date because you have feelings for jin-hyung but instead of your painful cramps. seokjin then smiled at hoseok, “how about you and go by them chocolate and takeout? the two of you can spend today together and you can rub their stomach and take care of them. how about that for a first date?”

hoseok’s smile came out to play, face shining like a sun. he rapidly nodded his head before heading out to get the stuff, going to your place and as the door open he wrapped his arms around you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. “i want to be the one to always care for you.” he whispers to you as you hugged him back.

and years later as you walked down the aisle, started a family, he did become the one to always care for you.

⇒ my heart became so warm and soft for this freaking imagine y’all it’s unreal. hoseok is my lovely sunshine. he’s my bias wrecker and ahh i love him [all of them] so freaking much.

⇒ MASTERLIST

⇒ important: i write with gender neutral pronouns “they/them” so please read the pronouns that correspond with your preference.

⇒ written by e; greystarseokjin

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mingrasschoi · 6 years ago

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Her || Chapter Four - Bias

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen

Marks P.O.V (oooo dis is newwww :o)

The phone started ringing at the dorms and I was the first to pick it up. "Hello?" I asked, "hey mark! It's Joo Chan I just wanted to let you know that she's arrived and she's at her dorm now. Anyway gotta go, bye!" She said quickly before hanging up. "Guys!" I shouted getting their attention, they all looked at me and I nodded "she's here." We all started to get ready, we had the day off because JYP wanted us to meet the girl as well. "I look hot right? I bet she'll be head over heels for me" Jackson laughed. We all chuckled and murmured in response, and at that, we were out the door. Before we knew it we were standing in front of her door, and I was...nervous? I'm not usually nervous, but JYP had flown her in all the way from the states, she must be really good at singing and dancing... Well of course she was, we had all seen the video, it was amazing. Not only was she unbelievably talented, but she was also extremely good looking. The guys had grown impatient with me and reached passed me to knock on the door. A few short moments later she answered, "Hey uh, I'm sorry I'm going to have to call you back" she said, I was confused at first before I noticed she was on the phone. I was to busy staring at her, she seemed almost perfect. The way her h/l h/c hair fell around her face, and her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light... I was brought out of my thoughts by someone talking, Yugyeom saying thank you? Oh, she was letting us in! She seemed confused at what Yugyeom said, we walked in as she explained how she knew no Korean. I smiled, she was cute when she was confused. She told us to go sit on the couch, so we did. And that's when the other boys spoke up "She's hot." Bambam said the others agreed and we mumbled quietly amongst ourselves until we heard a soft voice. "It feels like your talking about me when you do that," she said, I immediately replied with "No no of course not! We're just talking about work...we don't want to bother you with that kind of thing" well chuckling nervously hoping she wouldn't catch on. She nodded seeming to understand before apologizing, "Ah crap I'm sorry I'm being rude I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Y/N" she said...smirking? "And before you guys ask, yes, I am single." I was kinda shocked but then she started laughing "oh my god your faces! I'm sorry that was hilarious!" she said between giggles. Dang, this girl...she can drive guys crazy and she knows it. She's smart, I like smart. "Sure, you're on." She said leaning forward smirking, I was so lost in thought I almost didn't notice we started playing truth or dare. "Alright, I'll start easy on you," Jackson said, "truth or dare?" "Truth, if you wanna go easy." She stated simply, "alright..." Jackson chuckled. "Who's your bias?" "Oh! I love this story!" She giggles excitedly "Ok so I had heard of Kpop and all before you guys and I listened to it and all but your the group that really got me into Kpop, my friend had introduced me to you guys by forcing me to watch your Just Right music video. And you know the one face Mark makes in it right?" She asked happily "you made that face and I like instantly knew you were my bias. And then I got like dragged into Kpop because of you guys so I made the music video myself and I never really expected it to blow up this much but here I am!" She smiled "so...I'm your bias?" I asked smiling, no smirking. She simply nodded. The other guys seemed disappointed slightly but sort of chuckled at how straightforward she was. "So...who's your bias wrecker?" Jackson asked, seeming hopeful. "It's not your turn silly!" She smiled and turned to me "Mark, truth or dare?" "Oh? Uh...Dare..." I said unsure of myself "easy or hard?" She asked smirking "easy..." I said quietly and Yugyeom made some remark (hahaha reMARK ok I'm done sorry) about me being weak but I just brushed it off "ok, do aeygyo!" She giggled. I smiled a little and suddenly got an idea, I chuckled and I puffed out my cheeks, pouted my lips, and tilted my head backward. Her eyes lit up and her smile grew as she giggled, realizing I had made the face from the Just Right music video that she seemed to love so much. God her laugh was adorable. I don't like here or anything I'm just....admiring her. Mhm, this isn't some really fast-paced fanfiction or anything I'm just saying that she's...generally attractive. Someone waved there hand in front of my face and I shook my head quickly. I was staring, it was my turn..."Y/N, truth or dare?" I said quickly adjusting my gaze to my hands in my lap, so not to stare at her. "Truth." She said smiling.

#got7 #got7 mark #got7 jackson #got7 scenarios #got7 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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allthekpopimagines · 7 years ago

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Got7 Scenario - Nothing On You by B.O.B and Bruno Mars

A/N: Girrrrllll, I know this song and I love it. I love the lyrics and they’re perfect for Got7, my faithful but SO disrespectful boys. I’m going to write girlfriend/girl because of the song lyrics. Anything else I would use they unless requested.

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“Beautiful girls, all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby. They might say hi and I might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ‘cause they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby.”

Mark: (A/N: What a rude bias wrecker! How is he so God like?! Tell me!!) You stood with Mark at the security entrance. This is as far as you could go in the airport. You began to fumble with your fingers. Mark stood behind you back hugging you so he wouldn’t have to leave you so soon. The boys had already gone forward but Jaebum was waiting for Mark because he needed to make sure all of the members got on the plane. You began to cry, 8 months without your boyfriend. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you when you called your friend who was going to spend some time with you while Mark was away so you didn’t feel super lonely the whole time. Mark let go of the hug and he came around to where he could see your face and he held your face in his hands, “Hey, it’s just 8 months. It’ll go by super quickly.” You just nodded avoiding his gaze. He got concerned and he made you look at him, “Don’t worry baby. I love you and I know that you’re scared but I’ll be thinking about the whole time. Because you’re my baby and nobody else’s and I’m your baby and nobody else’s okay?” You nodded and kissed him before Jaebum called him over and said that they needed to leave. Before Mark left he kissed your forehead and said, “You’re perfect and I love you and I’m all yours okay?” You nodded and just like that he was gone.

“Nothing on you babe, nothing on you. I know you feel where I’m coming from regardless of the things in my past that I’ve done, most of it was really for the hell of the fun. On the carousel so around I spun, with no directions just tryna get some, tryna chase skirts living in the summer sun, this is how I’ve lost more than I had ever won and honestly I ended up with none.”

Jaebum: (A/N: why does this sound like it’s just a sad line. This is gonna break my heart. My poor baby!) You and Jaebum were in a heated argument now and you just couldn’t keep this up. Jaebum had continuously tried to flirt with multiple girls in front of your face and you just couldn’t believe him. You have told him many times to stop and he would say he would but then he would turn around and do it again. You yelled at him, “Jaebum I don’t see how I’m not good enough for you! Why do you keep doing this?!” He just sighs angrily and shrugs, “Fun?” He says more as a question than an answer. You’re shocked by his answer and you say, “So this is fun for you? To flirt with so many other girls when you have a girlfriend right here?” He realizes his mistake and he says, “Wait, no babe. That’s not what I meant.” You shook your head and said, “I don’t need to hear anything more. You can go have fun now since you’re now single.” He shakes his head and he says, “But I love you.” You shake your head and you send him a sympathetic smile, “No you don’t. You love the thought of being in a relationship. You don’t actually love me.” With those last words you left Jaebum in the house alone. You would only be back one more time and that was to collect all of your stuff.

“There’s so much nonsense it’s on my conscience. I’m thinking baby that I should get it out and I don’t wanna sound redundant but I was wondering if there was something that you wanna know but never mind that we should let it go ‘cause we don’t wanna be a tv episode and all the bad thoughts just let them go.”

Jackson: You just kept thinking of all the things Jackson hadn’t told you yet. Given, you had only been dating for 3 months and you didn’t expect him to just tell you everything on the first date. Speaking of date, you were getting ready to go on a date with him tonight. He said he got done with work early tonight and you were super excited. It was now 6:30 pm and you were putting your shoes on and there was a knock. You opened the door after putting both your shoes on and there he was in a nice suit. You smiled and said, “Hi babe.” He would smile and say, “Hello. Now, shall we?” He asks as he holds out his elbow. You made sure you had everything you needed and you nodded taking his elbow and going out to dinner with him. Once you got there you couldn’t help but wonder about the things you don’t know about him. Jackson knew there was something on your mind. He put down his menu and he asked, “Babe, are you okay?” It snapped you out of your spaced out mind. You asked, “Wait, what?” He chuckled and said, “I know there’s something on your mind. What is it?” You sighed and you decided to tell him, “There’s not a whole lot that I know about you.” He smiled and he leaned forward, “Well, what’d you wanna know?” With that you had a full night of questions and answers.

“Hands down, there will never be another one, I been around and I never seen another one. Look at your style they ain’t really got nothing on, and you out and you ain’t got nothing on. Baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes and you keep it real while them other stay plastic you’re my Wonder Woman call me Mr.Fantastic stop...now think about it.”

Jinyoung: You were getting dressed in the hotel room and once you were dressed you went out to the patio of your hotel room. You smiled at the view and you were super happy. You sighed a much needed one and you looked down at the ring that occupied your ring finger on your left hand. You fiddled with it a little but every time you looked at it, it just made you so much more happy. He really was everything to you. Next thing you know you feel hands wrap around your waist and you smile as Jinyoung kisses your shoulder once. You hum and he says, “How’re you this morning?” You smile and say, “Well, I feel a major reassurance on whether you like me or not.” He chuckled and nodded and held your hands, “Now you do.” With that you kissed him and he turned you around so he could look into your eyes and tell you every little thing he loved about his new wife.

“I’ve been to London, I’ve been to Paris even went out there to Tokyo. Back home down in Georgia to New Orleans, but you always steal the show and just like that girl you got my froze like a Nintendo 64. If you never knew well now, you know.”

Youngjae: You were laying on the couch and you were trying to rest and you were finally beginning to fall asleep when your phone rang. You groaned and answered the phone, “What?!” Your best friend was a bit taken back, “Um, okay. Glad to hear from you too.” You sighed and sat up, “Sorry. I was just about to fall asleep and I’ve been trying to for the past half hour.” She apologized and you instantly remembered she called you, “So what did you need me for?” With that she said, “Oh yeah! Turn the TV on and turn it to channel 38.” You were confused but put it on there anyways. There you saw your boyfriend and his 6 other band members doing an interview. You were very confused but you decided to start it from the beginning so you could be caught up. Half way through you heard the interviewer, “So you wrote the song ‘Let Me’. Was there any person behind this or was it for Aghase?” You smiled and you turned it up as everyone looked at Youngjae. Youngjae then began to explain how it was made for his girlfriend and she was more than just an Aghase in his eyes.” You smiled and you just kept saying, “You’re my big dork Youngjae.”

“Everywhere I go I’m always hearing your name and no matter where I’m at, girl you make me wanna sing. Whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train, no other girl’s on my brain and you the one to blame.”

Bambam: You were getting a call and you could hear it. You woke up and you answered the phone not noticing who was calling, “hello?” You asked in your ‘I’m half asleep so talk slowly’ voice. The other line was your boyfriend of 2 years now, “Baby! How are you?” You groaned and said, “Bammie, I was asleep. Did you forget about time differences?” He chuckled a bit and said, “Yeah. Sorry babe. I just couldn’t get you out of my head. I was just thinking about you and I just kept wondering, ‘Did she eat?’ or ‘Is she getting enough sleep?’ and my brain would sometimes wonder, ‘Does she even still love you?’ and it just freaked me out.” You would sigh at the love your boyfriend showed you. You didn’t worry much about it though, you knew Jaebum would take care of him but that left him to worry about you while he was on tour. You smiled and said, “Yes Bammie. Yes to all of those questions. You’re too kind baby.” He would chuckle nervously and say, “Thank you.” With that he let you go back to bed after exchanging “I love you’s” and telling each other good night before you finally drifted off back to bed.

Yugyeom: Your boyfriend’s group, Got7, was having a meet and greet at your hometown and you were super excited. You helped Yugyeom practice on his language skills so you could help him out with speaking the native language and hopefully communicate with the audience more. After the concert was over you were one of the people that purchased a ticket to go meet the boys as they actually signed stuff. You were smiling the whole time and watching the boys. Once you got up to the table you noticed the girl next to you was being very flirtatious with the boys as she went down the table and part of you wanted to strangle her and the other part of you just rolled your eyes at her. You couldn’t believe her attitude. But regardless you decided to have fun and greet the boys once again. They all said hello and they asked how you were doing and if you were eating right and getting enough sleep and you just couldn’t wait to get to your boyfriend. Once it was time to see your boyfriend you glared at the back of the girl that had previously flirted with your boyfriend before you. He made you look at him, “Baby, don’t worry. What have I told you?” You blushed and said, “You’re mine and only mine.” He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Don’t you forget it okay?” You nodded and you got to see Yugyeom for a little while and it helped you with the reassurance you needed for the rest of their tour.

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A/N: So it’s currently 11:45 pm where I live and fatigue just hit me like a train when I started to write BamBams reaction. But don’t worry. I finished it but I did cry when I wrote JB’s. I’m sorry it’s sad but the lyrics only reminded me of sad things. Nothing in those lyrics screamed awww cute to me. They just all sounded sad but don’t worry this won’t be the last time this happens I can guarantee that. Well, with that, I’m so happy you requested and I’m super excited and I hope you enjoy this one too love! <3 -Admin M

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