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slytherinshua · 2 years ago

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AGENT XU genre ➳ fluff. assassin au. warnings ➳ brief fighting. mention of injury and blood. weapons mention. pairing ➳ assassin!minghao x fem!reader. wc ➳ 2.1k. a/n ➳ from this request!

Working alongside Minghao was great about 99% of the time. Missions usually went smoothly since you two worked extremely well together. Well, you used to. Recently, Minghao had grown extra fond of flirting on the job, distracting both of you in the process and allowing your targets to get the upper hand.

You were going to try to talk to him about it today, but there was one problem. You couldn’t find him. You had already looked around the whole building (including the roof and basement) twice. You had gone to your favourite meetup spot, his favourite ice cream shop, and even the park where you had first met. But he was nowhere to be found.

You wondered if he was on a mission and hadn’t told you, but that would be strange as well. Neither of you had gone on a solo mission in years. Everyone at the agency knew you two worked too well together that it would be a waste to send either of you solo.

You decided to ask Jun about it. Maybe he had an insight that you didn’t.

“Hey, have you seen Minghao?” You asked the tall blond man that was currently sorting case files.

“Nope, I haven’t seen your husband.” He responded blankly.

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my husband.”

“I’d give him a couple weeks, maybe a few days… or hours.” Jun commented, shifting a file into its proper place and ignoring how your expression grew more annoyed by the second. If he hadn’t known you for as long as he had, he wouldn’t have the courage to test your patience with teasing. All the newbies learned to be afraid of you as soon as they were victim to your infamous glare. Jun on the other hand, thought your grumpy face was the funniest thing in the world. Even if you ended up punching him for it, he wouldn’t stop. He was annoying but lovable.

You weren’t going to punch him today, though. You were too preoccupied with finding Minghao for that. Being much more concerned with the whereabouts of your boyfriend, you ignored the teasing remarks Jun threw at you over your marital status.

You were starting to get worried. Minghao told you everything. He was always talking to you about his plans and scheduling so that you could spend more time together. It wasn’t like him to ghost you for more than 24 hours, whether it was intentional or not.

You suspected this was happening without Minghao’s consent, whatever was keeping him away from you. If you were a normal couple, you would’ve just waited in his room until he returned, but you and Minghao were not normal. You were assassins, and it was quite possible that Minghao was in a dangerous situation the longer you lingered at base.

You gathered your gear and headed out. You were an excellent tracker, so it wouldn’t take you too long to get to wherever he was. You picked up his trail almost immediately, following his traces North until you arrived at an old abandoned building.

Though it was still afternoon, the sky seemed dark and gloomy around this part of the city. There were no cars except a scuffed up black truck that looked like it was older than you were. You gripped your knife a bit tighter and crept inside, following the sound of voices. You picked up on the muffled conversation that they were having, identifying Minghao’s voice almost instantaneously.

“You said he stopped tracking me three years ago.”

“I know, I know- I thought he did! Who disappears from existence for that long?”

“If he’s tracking me currently, it’s on you.”

“I understand, Myungho. I thought this whole situation was covered. He swore he had handled it.”

At this point, you could peek through an opening into the room. You saw your boyfriend run a hand through his hair, stressed over something. The man he was talking to looked scared, his eyebrows had fallen and he was searching through his high-tech watch for some information. You could tell just by your boyfriend’s body language that he was losing patience.

“This is why you never let someone else handle the job.” He muttered and turned away, “I’m taking a week off. Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency, Chan.”

“Understood. Good luck!” Chan encouraged. Minghao turned around, raising an eyebrow. “You know, with proposing and all.” The other man gave a friendly smiley and Minghao nodded.

You turned back, wondering if you had heard it right. Proposal? Was Minghao planning to propose to you? Did Jun already know? Is that why he was teasing you?

You snapped out of your thoughts, realising Minghao had already left the building. It would be weird if you weren’t back at base by the time he arrived, so you slipped out as well.

You couldn’t lie— the thought of a proposal had your heart fluttering. Still to this day, Minghao was the only man who had an effect on you. You smiled as you walked, thinking back on years ago when you used to be cold and unapproachable to everyone. Minghao had broken through your walls, though. He had somehow managed to force you to break your facade, revealing the softer version of yourself that you had left concealed from the world.

You couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. He was so crucial to your happiness that you scarcely knew how you managed without him for 20 years. You were so caught up in your sweet thoughts that you didn’t realise that you had taken a wrong turn. You looked up. The sky was dark, the street lights were flickering, threatening to burn out. You were in an alleyway which you couldn’t recognize. You knew the geography of the city well. You had to for missions, but this was unexplored territory for you.

You heard a soft pattering and looked up, squinting to see through the darkness. There was a figure on the rooftop.

“Fuck-” You cursed under your breath, becoming increasingly anxious about the situation you had thrusted yourself into. You needed to get back, preferably without a fight.

The figure jumped down, a cloth mask covering most of their face. You clutched your pitiful hand knife— you hadn’t expected to need anything more. You should’ve at least brought a pistol or something. From the looks of it, this person was much more prepared than you were for the fight that was commencing inevitably. They held a heavy bat in their right hand, dragging it across the concrete in the alleyway as they slowly moved towards you.

“Myungho left his girl unprotected, huh? What a lousy guy.” The man sneered, stepping forward. He looked intoxicated with how careless his steps were. It gave you hope and added to your fear. Drunk men were less precise with their fighting, but they were unpredictable. When they were under the influence, they strayed from their regular fighting styles. You wouldn’t be able to catch on to anything this man did.

You took a step back, calculating if you would be fast enough to run for it instead of engaging. This guy looked like he would follow you, though. Until you got a hit in, you couldn’t risk it.

The man stepped forward messily, swinging the bat at you. You barely ducked in time, managing to land a kick to the man’s side, but it didn’t do much. You had another second before a heavy swing landed and your vision blacked out.

Minghao paced around the basement gym, his constant pattering along the floor starting to annoy Jun who was trying to train in peace. Where were you?

“I haven’t seen her since she left to look for you.” Jun said for the 10th time in the last 20 minutes, landing a particularly loud punch to the punching bag. To be honest, he was stressed too. What was it with people disappearing today?

Minghao stood up, “I should look for her-”

“Don’t you dare. The reason she’s lost right now is because she went looking for you. If we keep this up it’ll be an endless circle. Just stay put. What if she comes back? You should be here.” Jun said seriously. Minghao sighed and nodded, running a hand through his hair from the stress.

The speed at which both boys turned their head when they heard a footstep was record-breakingly impressive. Jun’s face soon fell in disappointment when he realised it was only Mingyu, and Minghao took on a slight glare.

Mingyu put his hands up, silently professing his innocence, “I didn’t steal your girlfriend-” He whispered helplessly. Jun rolled his eyes, eyeing Mingyu to step out of the room which he did.

Another hour passed and Jun had stopped training and was now scrolling through his phone. He didn’t want to leave for fear that Minghao would go out of his sight the second he was away. Minghao was collapsed on the floor, staring at the ceiling, fiddling with the ring box in his hand, constantly opening it and then snapping it shut again, not bothering to look at the delicate diamond ring inside. Who knew if he was even going to be able to get a chance to give it to you? He let out a shaky breath when his thoughts went there.

“Minghao?”

The choked whisper got his attention immediately and his head shot up, staring at the doorway. There you were. He rushed to you immediately and Jun let out a sigh of relief and gave you two a soft smile. Minghao supported almost all your body weight, guiding you upstairs to his room and setting you on his bed as carefully as humanly possible.

“You’re bleeding.” He whispered with a concerned tone, glancing at your head in worry, seeing the blood trickling down the side of it.

“No shit.” You sighed, hand reaching out and grabbing onto his shirt, silently pulling him closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, but he was hesitant to hug you back.

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you-”

“It can’t be worse than a swing to my head, shut up.” Finally he did wrap his arms around you like you wanted. Your head rested against his chest barely, some of the blood from your wound staining it.

“What happened?” Minghao asked breathlessly.

“I was trying to look for you, but I got lost in this disgusting alleyway. Then this masked dude came up with a bat and whacked me.”

“What?” Minghao pulled away, shocked.

“He said you were a lousy boyfriend, too.” You murmured, smiling despite the serious situation. Minghao looked highly offended at that.

“How dare he say that-” Minghao started complaining, pointing out everything he did to ensure your safety and that this was the one time that he hadn’t been there and that it would never ever happen again.

“Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.” You said, successfully shutting him up for now.

“Right- right, you’re bleeding.” He stood up quickly and opened a small metal cabinet on the wall, pulling out gauze and bandages and disinfectant. He came back and sat next to you, working almost immediately on the most visible wound, cleaning it and bandaging it with the most careful hands.

You closed your eyes, smiling a bit. The way he handled you like you were a fragile piece of glass showed just how much he loved you. His touch was always feather-light, taking no chance in case any pressure might hurt you.

“All done.” He whispered and you opened your eyes again.

“Are you alright?” You asked suddenly, studying his face.

“Yeah, why?” He leaned back slightly.

“You look mad.”

“That’s just my face…” He concluded, pouting slightly which made you laugh.

“Cute.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him smile.

“Does it still hurt?” He said suddenly, breaking the prolonged loving eye-contact, his eyes focusing on your wound again.

“It was a pretty nasty hit so obviously.”

“Let me kiss it better.”

Before you could question the logic of his suggestion, he was already pressing multiple kisses to your head, his left hand holding your cheek softly. His kisses travelled down to your cheek before taking a turn. He lifted your face up a bit with his hand and connected your lips. Like Minghao was with everything when it was with you, the kiss was soft and loving. He let you decide when to pull away, which you had no choice but to do when you started running out of breath.

“Better?” He asked, tilting his head to the side with a smile.

You smiled widely, “Much better.”

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run2min · 1 year ago

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Hi, i was wondering if you could do a 8turn headcanon about cuddling with them!

btw i love your writing so much omgg

pairing: 8turn x reader

warnings: fem!reader specified in haemin though I wrote all imagining a fem reader

A/N: I hope you like this! Thank you I'm glad you like my writing <3

MYUNGHO

"Myungie?"

He was sat on his bed with you, texting someone on his phone.

"Mmm?" His eyes stayed glued to his mobile

"Yah? Myungho"

His eyes lazily met yours, "Yes sweetheart"

You placed a kiss onto his lips and looked him in the eye

"What do you want angel?"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull yourself onto his lap.

"Wah, you love me so much huh?"

You let out a huff and shoved his shoulder lightly

"You were ignoring me!"

He rubbed circles on your back and placed a kiss on your cheek

"Sorry baby, I love you,"

JAEYUN

“Y/nnie, I found this new blanket at the store you should come try it with me”

Jaeyun walked into your room with a canvas bag in his hand, he dumped it onto the floor, removing the blanket before slumping down onto your bed.

"Come here baby,"

You walked toward him and sat down next to him, as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you as you nuzzled into his chest

You stayed there peacefully for a while before you finally broke the silence

"Baby?"

Jaeyun let out a sleepy groan

"I have homework"

✧~MINHO~✧

You walked into your apartment and slumped down next to Minho on your sitter

"Hey baby, you okay?"

You let out a huff as you felt Minho's arm sneak around your shoulder and lightly pull you into him

"This girl in my class was being horrible today and we got into an argument,"

He would sit and listen to your story while pulling you closer, all the while chiming in with,

“You totally won that argument baby”

and

“she said what to you!”

YOONSUNG

You and Yoon sat on the floor of your campus green house, in complete silence

You both hated each other yet the stupid weather had decided to turn on a thunderstorm when you were mid-way through your herbology lesson.

You let out a shiver and caught Yoonsung looking at you from the corner of your eye

"Quit it Yoonsung,"

"What did I do?"

"Your staring"

He let out a grumbled, "whatever"

Another shiver travelled down your spine as you shifted in your place.

"are you cold?"

"obviously, It's fucking freezing Yoonsung,"

"god, alright, calm down I don't control the weather,"

"I didn't say that you did, your so annoying,"

He let out a grunt and passed you his jacket,

"Thank you," you mumbled

Yoonsung placed his bag behind his head as he slowly layed down

"Y/n?"

You slowly turned to him and nodded slightly.

"Are you still cold?"

You nodded again, eyeing him suspiciously

"Do you want to share body heat, it works?"

You rolled your eyes at the boys comment and shifted in your seat

"I'm being serious, if you want to freeze to death, be my guest!"

You turned around sharply and let out a huff

"fine!"

You shifted over towards him as he placed his arm around your waist, slightly nuzzling his face into your neck,

"I told you it works,"

you suppose he was right, the burning sensation on your cheeks did warm you up.

HAEMIN

Your date for the dance had cancelled on you last minute, so you were sat in your apartment, alone, as usual

The ringtone of your phone ripped through the silence

"Hello Seungheon, you alright?"

"I heard that Kai cancelled, he's here already,"

"He- he said he was sick,"

"Oh my god, what an asshole!"

You slumped further into your seat, letting a sigh leave your mouth

"You know what, are you still home?"

"Yeah, why? Don't leave, please, I want you to have a good night!"

"No I won't, my friend's date didn't turn up, I'm gonna send him over, trust me okay?"

"Ugh, fine, this better not be one of your schemes!"

"I promise, I'll see you soon I love you!"

"Bye Heonnie!"

You got changed into some silky pyjamas and made a cup of hot chocolate for yourself

You were mid-way through an episode of a love so beautiful (a comfort show of yours) when a knock at your door interrupted your watch

"Hi, I'm Haemin, your Y/n, right?"

"Yeah, thanks for coming! You want a drink?"

The boy stepped into your apartment, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, hanging it behind your door

He slumped down onto your couch, leaning his head back against the chair.

You sat next to him, passing him his mug of tea

"So, what happened with you?"

He explained that he hated school dances, that "everything is so cliche, the dates, the drama, it's so unnecessary! To get my friends off my back I told them I had a date, then said that she was ill today."

You laughed at his minor outburst, crossing your legs on your couch before placing your mug down on your sideboard

"I was meant to go with this boy I really liked but he turned me down last minute, he told me that he was sick but Heon said that he saw him at the dance with some other girl,"

"Wow, that's low! How could someone turn you down? You're so pretty!"

You looked at him shocked, "Thank you!"

"Why so shocked, with a face like yours, I'd of thought people tell you that your pretty 24/7, am I right, pretty girl?"

A blush crept it's way onto your cheeks and you turned away from him

You felt Haemin's hand make it way to your waist and pull you onto his lap

"You don't get complemented often? That's not right! Your, angelic,"

He knew exactly what he was doing

You placed your face in the crook of his neck, hiding your face which was now a vibrant red,

The boy played with your hair, telling you how you deserved better, how Kai should be on his knees begging for forgiveness, as he sent you into a lullified slumber.

KYUNGMIN

It was 2 AM and Kyungmin had called you at least 10 times in the last 5 minutes

Begrudgingly you answered the phone, "I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT TO TALK!"

A sniffling noise made it back through the phone, "Please baby, just talk to me I can explain everything,"

You had plans to go out with Kyungmin earlier that day but he stood you up, sending you a quick message 'I'm with Minho, sorry it's an emergancy call u l8tr'

You had called Minho, just to check if everything was okay but he replied "I'm fine, I haven't seen Kyungmin since yesterday morning, sorry."

You were quick to send Kyungmin a long message and leave him on read for the next 3 hours

And that brings you to now!

"GET ON WITH IT THEN KYUNGMIN!"

"Listen, I can't tell you were I was, It'll ruin it you just have to trust me!"

"Are you joking? Tell me now Kyungmin!"

"I don't want to ruin it, please"

"No, Tell me"

"Fine, I had an appointment,"

"An appointment? What with another girl?"

"No, it's not like that! It was with a jeweller, I was getting you a promise ring,"

"..."

"I forgot about it and I couldn't reschedule, I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, can you let me in though?"

"Huh,"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, quickly opening it you were met with a red eyed, open armed Kyungmin

Rushing into his embrace, he led you both towards your bed, falling peacefully onto it

He cradled your body and whispered, "I'm sorry I lied,"

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

YUNGYU

It had been a long day.

Both You and Gyu were extremely tired from studying all day.

"Baby its been hours I'm tired please can we finish up?"

Yungyu threw a pillow in your direction at a failed attempt to get your attention.

"Ya Yungyu. I'm busy! Just let me finish this please. It won't take that long!"

The boy let out a sigh and let his body flop onto the bed that sat in the corner of your room.

5 minutes had past but to the waiting Yungyu it had felt like an eternity.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Are you done yet? I miss you!"

"How can you miss me when I'm right here? Be patient Yungyu!"

"How would you like it if I just sat and played video games with Min when you were over?"

"I wouldn't like it at all"

"Exact-"

"Because Video games serve no educational purposes. Studying does now let me finish Yungyu!"

The boy let out an exaggerated sigh and slumped dramatically onto the floor.

5 minutes

10 minutes

15 minutes

The boy let out a sigh ever so often but they went unnoticed

"Done!"

The boys eyes lit up and he arose to his feet.

You stood up and he pulled you into a warm embrace

"You're so dramatic Yungyu!" You laughed into his shoulder

Yungyu fell backwards onto your bed and tightened his hold on you.

"I'll take more breaks next time okay?"

"You better.

SEUNGHEON

You were nervous to say the least.

Meeting the parents of your boyfriend was always a nerve wracking task but especially when one of them was your proffesor.

"Hello Mrs Lee" you spoke, leaning into a deep bow

The Woman, surprisingly, brought you up to stand with her hand telling you there is no need to bow!

"Hello! It's so nice to properly meet you! Seungheon speaks about you a lot but I never really speak to you in lesson, you're just so well behaved,"

You grin at the woman, what a relief, she ushers you into the sitting room and shouts your boyfriend down stairs.

As his face emerged from the stairwell you saw a smile take over his face.

He pulled you into a hug and exclaimed that you looked so beautiful!"

She is just so lovely Seungheon. And so polite!"

You smile at the boy as he silently thanks you for making his mom smile.

"You two go upstairs I'll call you down later okay? Your father's running late but you can just meet him at dinner!"

As you entered his room he pulled you straight onto his bed, thanking you for being kind to his mom and reassuring you that his father will love you!

A/N: Sorry it took so long :( Seungheon's mother represents asian moms as a whole.... NOT my mom threatened my boyfriend saying she'd sell him to Teke Teke (ifykyk) if he ever dared upseat me. He hasn't tho and it's been nearly a year so clearly it works!

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minkkumaz · 2 years ago

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SLEEPING UNDER THE SUN

it was the groups day off, meaning there was free range to do anything you guys pleased. when a beach day was recommended, it was happily agreed upon, therefore everyone prepared! when you and yungyu play too hard, you both sit down to relax; unknowing that sleep was creeping on the two of you.

PAIRING lee yungyu x fem!reader WC 2.1k TAGS best friends to lover trope. fluff. minor swearing. beach hangout. reader and gyu tease eachother like a lot. vague description of body. OMI NOTE this imagine has been something i've been dying to write because not only am i madly in love with yungyu, this is literally the scenario i've been dreaming about adhjb he is so precious. this isn't really a blurb but it's definitely not a super long thought out idea so it's not proofread. enjoy the sillies.

the melodic sound of waves washing upon the shore filled your ears. sand beneath your feet was hot, making you speed up slightly as you followed behind the group. everything took you by surprise, the calming atmosphere you weren’t used to, that was about to be completely ruined by the pandemonium of your friends.

at this point, you were unable to get a single word in before minho was running after seungheon and kyungmin was accidentally dropping items one by one while walking to the spot jaeyun chose. haemin followed closely behind, making sure to pick up everything the clumsy boy let fall. you could practically hear him rolling his eyes while kyung walked unknowingly.

all of their excitement was prominent, as it was their weekend off in awhile. it made your lips perk up into a smile, seeing them get to be kids again. however you weren’t one to talk, having been extremely busy as well.

the closer you got, the more you felt the salty breeze blowing through your hair. it covered up the summer heat seamlessly. setting your beach bag and cooler down on the towel that was set up, letting out a long sigh of relief after holding the heavy items.

“y/n ah are you excited?!” yungyu jumped up and down happily.

“i think i might die because i am very excited. i’ve been wanting to come to the beach forever!” you grin, giving off the same energy.

“okay because we better swim out as far as possible into the ocean before yoonsung ropes us into a sand castle competition.” he puts his hand over his eyes to block out sunlight, looking for his hyung that seemed to of disappeared.

“hey, what’s wrong with building sand castles? they’re fun!”

“um because he takes it way too seriously! if there aren’t moats and sand - people in his castle he starts whining like a baby.”

“good point. let’s go!” you grab his hand quickly and start booking it down the shore, oblivious to the bright shade of maroon that tinted yungyu’s cheeks. it was way too early to get sunburnt, so he couldn’t hide his blush.

“come back soon, we’re gonna prep the net for beach volleyball!” kyungmin says, making the both of you nod in return.

small puffs of sand kicked behind you while you ran, soon replaced by splashes of water. the ocean water was warm, rising from your knees to your chest the farther you went in.

once you were at a comfortable level where the currents were calm and the sun shone brightly above, you let yourself relax. small strands of seaweed swam under the water, tickling your legs

“this is the greatest ever.” you float around calmly.

“somehow i can hear the random passerbys shrieking about myungho’s abs from here.”

“jealous cause his abs are better than yours?” you wiggle your eyebrows.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” he furrows his eyebrows.

“hehe i’m just kidding gyu, i like your abs.” you pause for a second, “wait– not in that way! i’m just saying they’re perfectly acceptable!”

“whhh–”

“um, anyways! do you think seungheon is going to come out with us anytime soon?” you question, looking back at the black haired boy.

“he’s probably being hassled by minho to put on sunscreen so i doubt he saw us come out.” yungyu shook his head still flustered, swimming to get closer next to you.

“speaking of sunscreen, you might need some. you look really red, gyu!” you frown.

“psh– what are you talking about i am totally not red, you’re seeing things.” he splashed some water in your direction to distract you.

“what was that for?!” you splash back, “keep this water on your side of the ocean.”

“bro there is water everywhere.”

“you know what i mean you idiot.”

“oh really? so if i got some of my water on you what would happen hmm?” he teased, scooping some water in his hand to throw at your face. while you failed to shield yourself, some of it got in your mouth.

“yungyu!” you cough, going after him as he started swimming to shore. “i’m a faster swimmer than you are!” he yelled behind him.

you tailed behind yungyu, letting the waves carry you faster towards him and the shore, immediately chasing him as soon as you were free from the ocean.

“yungyu you loser, get your ass back over here!” you shout.

“get away!”

catching up quickly, you tackle him down into the sand. you sat on top of him, playfully rubbing sand in his hair while he screams for help.

too caught up in the moment, you didn’t account how your position atop yungyu was oddly romantic; halfway through, you were teasing him out of embarassment rather than actual anger. you heard a voice call out to you, interrupting your innocent giggles.

“y/n! yungyu! you both have to stop making a scene oh my god..” jaeyun waves both of you back.

looking back at the boy beneath you, he’s wearing a sheepish smile. he was panting exhaustedly, letting his arms flop to his sides in defeat. the both of you shared a similar shy expression, now aware of the position you were in.

“ah– i’m sorry gyu i didn’t mean to get carried away..” you swing your leg back over his body and pull him up from the floor.

“no no no it’s okay! we were just teasing eachother it’s fine. giving in so easily?” he jokes, dipping his hand in a wave that washed up and running it through his hair in an attempt to get some sand out.

“never. you look silly with all those speckles in your hair, i’d say it was deserved.”

“whatever you say. let’s go see what hyung is up to.” he beams, switching in demeanor.

both of you get up from your spot on the sand and walk up to where everyone was hanging out. there were folding chairs set up alongside two umbrellas that were big enough to keep everyone in the shade.

everyone chat amongst themselves while minho chopped up fruit to share with the group. you sat next to yungyu on a towel and shared watermelon from a little tupperware.

“looks like you guys were having fun.” haemin commented in between bites.

“something of the sorts.” you respond, reaching over to grab another piece of the refreshing snack.

“hey! haemin she’s just mad that she swallowed a little bit of water.” yungyu tells him.

“sixty - six percent of the water in my body is now half salt water, thanks.” you roll your eyes.

“you two argue like a couple.” haemin mentions, before getting up to put his empty container back in the cooler.

like a couple? the though itself made butterflies dance around in your stomach; you quickly darted your gaze away from yungyu, too nervous to look and him and try not to imagine what it would be like to actually be together.

today was slightly off for you, having been made self aware of just how close you and him have been throughout the day. and to add onto it, the day had just begun.

some time passed before everyone grouped up to play some beach volleyball. it wasn’t a group hangout if they weren’t playing on some kind of bet. according to jaeyun, losing team would have to pitch in together to buy ice cream at the end of the day.

this was extremely in character, and you were not planning on losing against them. after the teams were separated, everyone played for awhile.

the game got quite intense, some casual shit talking between both groups. yungyu and jaeyun had that disgusted look on their faces whenever they were met with eachother, only separated by the measly net. this sight made you laugh, taking a mental photo.

after awhile, the scores were practically tied. in the middle of this, everyone decided to take a thirty minute break to re - energize with lunch that was packed earlier in the morning. it was an under statement to say that you were exhausted.

yungyu laid out on a towel that was sheltered by the umbrellas, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. you followed right behind him, letting yourself lay your head on his chest. he was your best friend, and these types of contact were normal in your friendship, however part of you swore you heard his heartbeat quicken.

“are you tired already?” he mumbled above you.

“a little. myungho’s hits are not to fuck with, remind me not to get in a fight with him like.. ever.”

“y/n, anyone here could fold you.”

“i’m too sleepy to fight back with you.” you sigh, letting your eyes close.

“i better not catch you falling asleep, stupid.” he complains sarcastically, while you let out a small ‘mhm’ in response.

at that point, he decides to let you be for a little while. you were the sleepiest person he’s ever known, having the ability to pass out anywhere and everywhere. the rest knew this, and most of the time paying no mind to it.

however, only a few minutes passed before your breathing measured to a steady pace, your face relaxed, and you didn’t feel your damp bathing suit clinging to your body anymore. yungyu glanced down a little and noticed this, poking at your cheek.

he stared at you, letting a smile play on his lips. it was easier to admire you when you weren’t going back and forth teasing eachother. maybe haemin was right, anyone who didn’t look twice would think there was some kind of romantic relationship between the two of you.

and just like you, that was something he hoped for. he just didn’t exactly knew how you felt yet. blissfully unaware, gyu wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. his hand lay in the dip of your waist, fingers slightly ghosting over your elbow as you hugged yourself.

“god i wish you knew how i felt about you.” he said, the only words that left his lips before he let his eyes shut, sleep overtaking him as well.

the feeling of skin against yours became more noticeable as you came out of your sleep spell. feeling groggy, your eyes blink open slowly, immediately being met with the boy you were laying on.

“gyu?!” you shot up, looking around you to see the rest of the boys off playing by the shore, then looking back at him.

“good morning to you too.” yungyu yawned.

“did i seriously fall asleep on you? how long was i out?”

“we weren’t asleep for that long, don’t worry. probably fourty - five minutes at most. “ he checked his phone, confirming his suspicions.

“shit, everyone is probably waiting for us to start the game.” you groan, rubbing your eyes.

“hey, it’s our day to relax. they probably don’t care and it’s only four thirty.” he mutters, using his arm still snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“ah– when did you get so bold?” you squeak out.

“when i saw how cute you looked cuddled up against me.” he confesses casually.

“what.”

“what?”

“dude you can’t just say that! oh my god my heart..” you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“scared you’re gonna fall in love with me?” he makes a gap between your middle and pointer finger to see your eye.

“i can’t be very scared for something that already happened.” you stutter.

“what.”

“what?”

“okay now you’re doing it! what the hell?!” he whines, removing your hands from your face.

“you started it first you idiot.” you pout, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

“i’m just trying to get my point across! i was attempting to be suave with it.” he bites down on his bottom lip.

“and what exactly is your point?”

“that i like you, and best friends don’t exactly do the things that we do.” his voice gets quiet, the atmosphere suddenly feeling heavy.

“yungyu..”

“i’m not trying to ruin our relationship or anything but–”

“i like you too, yungyu.” you interrupted him.

“i think everyone kinda sorta knew that.” seungheon appeared behind both of you guys, followed by minho.

the two of you jumped, looking in their direction. they both started laughing at both of your blushing faces.

“way to interrupt a moment little bro.” yungyu stated before chucking a seashell in his direction.

“you’re growing up too fast you guys, you better not be kissing all the time from now on!” minho lectures.

“oh? like this?” you grab yungyu’s face, leaving a kiss on his lips to poke fun at minho.

yungyu’s eyes go wide, shocked at the sudden contact between the two of you. his fingers move over his lips, still feeling yours ghosting over them.

“gross, not in front of us!” seungheon pleaded, minho covering his eyes in disgust. both of them walked away teasingly, leaving you and gyu alone.

“boyfriend has a nice ring to it, yeah?” you think.

“better than best friend.”

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jaylixies · 11 months ago

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Pairings; Joshua (SEVENTEEN) x Fem!Reader

Genre; fluff, (again maybe angst idrk)

Joshua wasn't really the jealous type but you were quite known for your guy friends and your friends were Joshua's friends all but one. His name? Well he was the most popular in school and he happened to be in your massive friend group of 18, his name was Seo Myungho. He was ridiculously gorgeous and was Chinese so basically every girl threw them selves at him.

It was the last Monday of the year before the school year finished and your friend group; yunjin, kazuha, chaewon, eunchae, Sakura, Dino, hansol, seungkwan, DK, mingyu, Myungho, Wonu, woozi, hoshi, junhui, Joshua, jeonghan, seungcheol and you, were going to the biggest party of the year hosted by none other than eunchae dk and hoshi. You were hyped but you were also waiting for the school year to finish. Joshua and you were walking to lunch together when you saw Myungho at his locker you waved and he flashed a wink at you, Joshua obviously noticed and he was pissed but you just chuckled and brushed it off.

Myungho was younger than him and knew that you were dating but that didn't stop him. He liked pissing Joshua off for some reason but you already knew this and that he wasn't flirting with you, well because he was gay but he also had a partner. You guys finally sat down with the group but Joshua was on his phone most of the time and it was kinda annoying. Conversation started a bit but nothing you were to interested in until the bell rang for the next period.

The next days went on like normal, Myungho fake flirting with you and Joshua getting pissed, you getting tired of school, your friends talking about partying until it was finally time. It was over. You were at chaewons shared house with yunjin and your were picking an outfit but you had NO sense of style so you always went to Jen for your outfits. You wanted to look hot but not like your ass was hanging out hot and you wanted to look sexy but not 'im a slut' sexy so you went for a thigh length flowy black skirt with a fancy tank top with gaps in it. Your outfit was perfect. It was you.

You got into chaewons car and you picked up hansol and junhui since they couldn't make it any other way. When. You arrived the music was blasting and people spilling out the front door. You walked in and instantly saw shua at the kitchen grabbing drinks. That's normal were you two met up at during parties. You pushed past people, drunks, people making out, you name it. You made it to shua and grabbed a drink. "Damn you look hot cutie!" He winks at you, you slapped his arm drinking your drink. It had been a few minutes and you and Joshua had made conversation when someone tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned around and saw Myungho. He was reasonably dressed. Black ripped jeans with a half tucked black t-shirt with colourful prints on it. "Wanna dance?" He held out his hand. He was your best friend so why not? You grabbed his hand walking to the dance floor. You both looked ridiculous but you didn't care. You know who did? Joshua he saw you walk off with Seo, it pissed him off so much. It made his blood boil that Myungho was dancing with you and not him. He pushed through the crowd and took your hand. "Were going, I think you've had enough dancing for one night," he finished his sentence looking at Myungho. "Dude we're just dancing, loosen up!" That was the last straw Joshua pulled you away and punched Myungho in the jaw. He was on the floor by now and a crowd had formed. Holding his jaw Myungho looked flabbergasted, junhui had walked into the middle and grabbed you and held you hand checking if you're okay. Oh yeah you were like the precious one of the group. Your entire friend group had gathered around. You pulled away from junnies hand and ran infront of Joshua since his hand was clenching again signalling he was going for round two.

You took action and stood Infront of Joshua but he hadn't realised and he had punched you. He stood there shock running through him as the music stopped, everyone gasped. You had fallen in the floor and your nose was bleeding your lip had been cut as well. The girls rushed towards you and same with hoshi, Jun and jeonghan checking if your okay but you pushed them away and got up and you looked Joshua up and down and simply said with a tiny whimper "how could you," before running out crying. Jeonghan and eunchae ran after you but jeonghan gave a quick look of disappointment.

Days had past after I had ran out of the party, I had yunjin drive me back to her house since she let me sleep over, it wasn't really a sleep over since neither of us slept, I mostly cried and she just held me. After a bit I had sorta calmed down and she put on a random movie that we both just enjoyed watching until my eyes felt hard to keep open.

I slowly drifted off into my slumber,

......

His hand fell to mine linking our fingers, his other hand went to cup my cheek and he rubbed slowly where he had punched.

'baby....' he looked at me with tears forming in his eyes, 'im sorry....' he slowly faded away, falling onto my knees, I sobbed

........

"Hey, y/n? You awake? I'm gonna go out for breakfast if you wanna come?" I slowly opened my eyes to see Jen dressed fully, "can you give me like maybe 10 minutes?" I looked at her slowly rubbing my eyes, she gave a slight nod and sat back down on the bed

......

When we arrived at the cafe We both had ordered and sat down, I had a lemon and Popy seed muffin and she got banana bread. We are in silence until someone caught my eye, it was seungcheol, and behind him was.... Joshua?!

I grabbed my food and Jen's hand and ran as fast as I could, tears slipping down my face and reaching my lips. It was to much and soon I had fallen flat on my face. "Omg y/n! What happened?" Yunjin walked over and helped me up I turned to face her but met with another's eyes.

"Y/n..... Wait please before you leave..... I..... I didn't mean to..... Myunghos your friend and I didn't mean to hit you and I shouldn't have hit him. I'm so sorry.." Joshua's world were forming into slur when he finished tears trickling down his face as he slowly walked away back to seungcheol, "jisoo-ah, I fucking hate you, you make me fall in love with you every second and your such an idiot for believing I would fucking cheat on you...." I finished and walked as fast as I could back to yunjins house, she had trouble keeping up.

......

'listen I'm sorry okay but we should talk this out' That was what Joshua had texted me

'me too Joshua but can we go back to the normal us?' I replied and threw my phone on my bed, I had school tomorrow and we could talk then.

.......

'school' .......

I walked into school holding Joshuas hand and saw Myungho on the way in, we waved and shua didn't care this time. We had finally made thing right and minghao promised to not flirt with me anymore bcs it was annoying Jun aswell which we all laughed at bit soon moved on.

......

A/N: sorry for the rushed ending I didn't really know how to end it so yeah mb

#svt x reader #seventeen x reader #joshua #svt #joshua svt #minghao #moon junhui #jun #jeonghan #hoshi #le serrafim chaewon #le serrafim yunjin

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sw1mmingfoolz · 3 years ago

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✨ sw1mmingfoolz' masterlist ✨

☁️ = fluff |⚡ = angst | 🌧️ = suggestive

SEVENTEEN

REACTIONS / BLURBS:

OT13:

☆ when you have a nightmare ☁️

☆ when you're ill ☁️

☆ when they want comfort after a long day ☁️

☆ when you have a fear of crowds ☁️

☆ when you watch baby sensory vids to relax / fall asleep ☁️

☆ good morning texts with seventeen ☁️

☆ when you fall asleep on their shoulder ☁️

hiphop unit:

nothing to see yet!

performance unit:

☆ when they fall for their dance partner ☁️

vocal unit:

nothing to see yet!

SCENARIOS:

choi seungcheol

nothing to see yet!

yoon jeonghan

☆ punk'd : fluff oneshot : 3.7k words : in which you and jeonghan love pranking one another

joshua hong / hong jisoo

nothing to see yet!

kwon soonyoung

nothing to see yet!

wen junhui / moon junhui

nothing to see yet!

jeon wonwoo

nothing to see yet!

lee jihoon

nothing to see yet!

lee seokmin

nothing to see yet!

kim mingyu

nothing to see yet!

xu minghao / seo myungho

☆ his eyes : fluff drabble : in which minghao wishes you could see himself through his eyes ☁️

boo seungkwan

nothing to see yet!

vernon chwe / chwe hansol

☆ marry me : 879 words : in which he proposes to you ☁️

lee chan

nothing to see yet!

SMAUs / OTHER:

☆ HYYH : in which vernon and fem!reader bond over their partners cheating with one another / angst and fluff, college!AU, SMAU / completed ☁️⚡

seventeen as your boyfriend:

choi seungcheol

yoon jeonghan

joshua hong

kwon soonyoung

wen junhui

jeon wonwoo

lee jihoon

lee seokmin

kim mingyu

xu minghao

boo seungkwan

vernon chwe

lee chan

TIMESTAMPS:

nothing to see yet!

STRAY KIDS

REACTIONS:

nothing to see yet!

SCENARIOS:

bang chan / christopher bang

nothing to see yet!

lee minho

☆ linstock : pirate!au, royal!reader x captain!minho : 15.9k words : in which being kidnapped might be the best thing to ever happen to you ☁️⚡

seo changbin

nothing to see yet!

hwang hyunjin

☆ the world : 1.5k words : in which you're overwhelmed and falling apart but hyunjin is right there to catch you and hold you together ☁️⚡

han jisung

nothing to see yet!

lee felix / lee yongbok

☆ bananas 4 u : 1.7k words : in which baking with your boyfriend always manages to make you feel warm inside

kim seungmin

nothing to see yet!

yang jeongin

☆ cocky : drabble game : 5, 29, 77 : 1.5k words : in which your hatred for jeongin might be a little unfounded, and you finding him cute definitely isn't ☁️

SMAUs / OTHER:

☆ BITE ME : in which felix wants to shake his reputation as a breaker of men's hearts and wants you to pretend to date him to achieve this... oh also he and his friends live on blood / fluff, lighthearted, college!au, vampire!au, SMAU / ongoing ☁️

☆ boyfriend!lee know headcanons

TIMESTAMPS:

[1:36] - bang chan - 709 words - in which your boyfriend knows exactly what you need after a sleep attack (based on my own experiences with narcolepsy) ☁️

[19:24] - felix - 1k words - in which an evening drive allows you a little quickly assuaged self doubt ☁️

NCT:

REACTIONS:

nothing to see yet!

SCENARIOS:

taeil

nothing to see yet!

johnny

nothing to see yet!

taeyong

nothing to see yet!

yuta

nothing to see yet!

doyoung

nothing to see yet!

jaehyun

nothing to see yet!

doyoung

nothing to see yet!

jungwoo

nothing to see yet!

mark

nothing to see yet!

xiaojun

nothing to see yet!

renjun

nothing to see yet!

jeno

nothing to see yet!

haechan

☆ cake : drabble (not really) game 24, 30, 77, 84 : 4.3k words : in which the man you hate the most is struggling as much as you are, whilst falling for you ☁️⚡

jaemin

nothing to see yet!

yangyang

nothing to see yet!

shotaro

nothing to see yet!

chenle

nothing to see yet!

jisung

nothing to see yet!

SMAUs / OTHER

nothing to see yet!

TIMESTAMPS:

[3:48] - johnny - 850 words - in which he comforts you over video call after a nightmare ☁️

OTHER WORKS:

☆ it's the way you learn to love / fluff / oneshot on learning to love healthily / bias insert; any (male) idol x you / 1.1k words ☁️⚡

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serenityseventeen · 3 years ago

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The8 (서명호):

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“This Baby of Ours”

synopsis: You're out shopping with your boyfriend and his friend, Wonwoo, along with Wonwoo's wife for baby things. You overhear Minghao say that he's glad to not have a child when you were secretly pregnant. (spin-off/minghao ver of “to my growing child”)

genre: fluff, established relationship

characters: boyfriend!minghao x fem!preg!reader, ft. wonwoo and his pregnant wife

warnings: baby before marriage

word count: 1568

a/n: Happy birthday to our Minghao, The8, Myungho!! I can't wait to watch him on the dancing millennium!! + If y'all have not seen that one clip of Minghao holding a baby in his arms, you guys HAVE TO SEE IT because it's so CUTE AND LOVELY I thought about it while writing this!!

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“I can't believe it's our second baby already,” Wonwoo said, looking at a clothing rack for babies in the girl's section of the mall.

Wonwoo's wife smiled and patted her belly that was already large and round.

“I kinda have this deja vu feeling. Remember when you first found out about my pregnancy last time?” Wonwoo's wife said, grinning. “It was when Mingyu was having a baby.”

At this, Wonwoo only chuckled, recalling the memory. “And here we are, out shopping, for the clothes of our second child. Instead this time, we've seem to take the role of Mingyu and his wife from last time.”

They both looked over at you which made you feel uneasy. One of your hands were caressing the softness of pajamas for babies. Without knowing how to reply, you just chuckled nervously.

“When do you and Minghao plan to have a baby?” Wonwoo's wife asked. This question made your flustered, catching you off guard. Your heart was giddy when they invited you and your boyfriend, Minghao to shop for baby clothes. The only reason for your excitement was the fact that you were also pregnant—3 months along the journey. You had found out through a clinic that you were pregnant after experiencing morning sickness and telling a relative about it—which they recommended you go check if you were pregnant.

“Well...” In the end, you couldn't reply to the question and just smiled. Minghao had decided to come back from the restroom at the perfect time as he quickly changed the subject.

“How's it like having a second child?” Minghao asked.

You naturally hovered around Wonwoo's wife, gently conversing with her as you two picked out lovely dresses, shirts, and pants for the upcoming newborn. You could overhear Wonwoo and Minghao talking about children, which made you unable to close your ears.

“It's great. I wasn't that prepared the last time our baby came into my world but now, I feel much more prepared. They take a lot of care and attention.”

Wonwoo continued describing the life of a daddy and Minghao would only nod along.

You four eventually left the clothing shop and went into a furniture store. All throughout, Wonwoo and Minghao conversed while you and Wonwoo's wife went around looking.

You figured that since Minghao had always liked children and got along with them well, your pregnancy announcement would make him just as euphoric and excited as you were.

That was until you heard one of his replies to Wonwoo—who was talking about the energy needed to match a child.

Crossing his arms and leaning against one of the pillars in the mall, he had said clearly, “Well, I'm kind of glad we're not having a child. Thank goodness.”

They chuckled and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not when you turned back to the stuffed bears and rabbits on the shelf you and Wonwoo's wife were looking at. She wanted one to decorate the baby girl's bedroom.

“So, are you planning to have a child with Minghao?” Wonwoo's wife asked, picking a cute white rabbit from the furniture store.

“We haven't really talked about it,” You replied honestly, following her while pushing the shopping cart. “I'm a bit afraid to mention it.”

“Why is that?” She asked, rubbing her belly. You couldn't help but stare at the rounded belly of her healthy baby on the way. You couldn't help but think about how big your own belly would become.

“I don't know. I just don't know how he'll feel about it. He seems to like children, he plays with them well, and he knows how to take care of them but I'm just not sure. It seems like he doesn't want one.”

She smiled and gently patted you on the shoulder.

“Okay, that's fine. Do you want a child?”

“Of course,” You replied almost immediately. “I want one or two.”

You tried to stay upbeat like how you were when the shopping first began but those words from Minghao kept echoing in your ears. Even if he was just standing by your side with one arm around your waist, patting your stomach gently, unknowing of the child in your belly, you would feel your heart drop slightly.

He always did that habitually, wrapping his arms around your waist, patting your stomach, but this time, it wasn't just you he was patting but also his child. Yet, he didn't even know it.

You and Minghao held hands and walked back to your car after helping Wonwoo and his wife load the things they bought into their car.

You felt a bit relieved that you guys drove different cars because then you would be able to talk to Minghao in private.

You couldn't get your mind off of what he said and the best thing was to confront him about it. When you buckled into the passenger seat and him into the driver's seat, before you let him start the engine, you put your hand on top of his, signaling him to leave the engine off for a few more minutes.

As Wonwoo's car drove away, your cleared your throat as Minghao turned his full attention to you, caressing your hand softly with much care.

“What's the matter, honey? Is something wrong?” He asked, his eyes sparkling from the noon sunlight.

“The thing is...” After dating for four years, you almost couldn't believe that you and Minghao had never talked about marriage or children. You looked at him in the eyes before quickly looking down. “How do you feel about making—building a family...together?”

“What? All of a sudden?” He replied, stroking your hair gently while still looking into your eyes.

“I overheard you earlier with Wonwoo,” You confessed. “You said that you were glad that we weren't having a child,” You said calmly, slowly looking up, to face him again. “I was just wondering if that meant that you didn't want a baby.”

Your heart was thumping like the tension of a beating drum, getting faster and faster, awaiting his answer. Minghao hadn't yet felt the seriousness of the situation. He was still smiling dreamingly and looking at you as if you were his whole world.

All Minghao needed was a few seconds to think. He jerked his head a little to the sky before turning back to you. “Why are you worried about what I said? Don't take it seriously, of course I want a child.”

He wanted to add more and elaborate on what he meant by he felt ‘glad’ to not have a child yet but found himself stopping when he saw your stiff face lighten with a pretty smile, a relieved breath escaping your nose, like you had been holding it in.

“That's a relief then,” You said offhandedly. “This baby is going to be so happy with you as their dad.”

You had turned to face the front of the car, unknowing that the pregnancy had just came into your boyfriend's ears. At first, he thought that maybe, he heard something wrong and the words got mixed up. However, the more he thought about it, the more undeniable it became.

You still hadn't realized that the words had slipped from your lips. It wasn't until Minghao placed his hands on your face and turned you to face him that you realized that something slipped off your tongue.

“What did you say?” Minghao finally asked. His eyes were a bit wider.

“Hm?”

“You said something—something about this baby being happy and me being a dad... what do you mean by that?” He asked, this desperately curious look on his face. He looked like he was about to explode; he was seemingly containing his laughter.

This was your cue.

Unable to contain your smile, you said, “I'm pregnant, Minghao.”

At this, Minghao pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders in the crowded space of the car and he dug his head into the crook of your neck. He was lightly screaming of joy, when he suddly broke off the hug.

“Wait just a second, honey,” He said, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door of the driver's seat.

He got out of the car and went around the front of the car to your side, where he opened the door, unbuckled your seatbelt, then took your hand and kissed it like the day that he asked to be your boyfriend four years ago.

With your hand in his, he guided you out before hugging you even tighter outside of the car. His hand was patting the back of your head and you could feel his cheek press against the side of your head. He was laughing and smiling and making all sorts of excited noises.

You couldn't help but wrap your arms around him as you two spun around in the parking lot while hugging.

Minghao knew that it couldn't be a joke.

He had always wanted to mention children but never did because he thought that marriage would be when you two talk about children. When you said that you were pregnant, his mind almost went blank. He was going to try to hide the happiness flowing through his veins, but found himself unable to do so. Cradling a child in his arms and watching it grow was what he always wanted.

Now, he just needed a ring for your hand.

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requested by: @kay-2006

time finished: 11/6/21 - 4:42 pm

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writer-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Because of a Rude Biker

난 다시는 작은 길을 걷지 않을 거야. I’m never walking down tiny roads again.

Description: You’ve met him and a couple of his friends quite a few times before. But this once was different. And because of a rude biker, and some perfect timing, his true identity is revealed and new friendships are made. Warnings: Reader gets scraped up a bit. Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!Vernon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.7k

Seventeen Masterlist | Masterlists

"Here, this is my number." Chuhan said while writing on a napkin. The summer heat was beating down on our heads and our drinks had condensation running down the glass. We both had our phones, yes, but in the moment we ignored the fact for the simple gesture of handing his number to me before he left with Minseok and Myungho. "I'm going to be busy for the next few months so I don't know if I'll be able to get over here much."

I smile and remember the first few times I saw him.

It was a few months ago. I had been frequenting a nice courtyard near a musical theatre that had a coffee cart and tables to seat at and spend sometime in the sun, doodling, journaling, or doing whatever I desired that day. I was doodling the theatre building because it was a cool looking building and I wanted to try my hand at drawing prospectives (it wasn't good, but it was worth the practice). A random guy sitting at the same long table with some of his friends had leaned over and started up a conversation with me. The random guys ended up being Minseok, Chuhan, and Myungho. We started chatting and then the next time I went, they showed up too. And the next time. And the next time. It kind of became a thing that we did. Sometimes Minseok and/or Myungho didn't show up. But Chuhan always did. It never really occurred to us to exchange phone numbers until today.

A pout forms on my lips as I begin to worry about Chuhan and his friends/coworkers.

"I hope they're not too busy." I murmur to myself adjusting my mask as we still all have to wear them. As I do this, it kind of occurs to me that I've never seen Minseok, Chuhan, or Myungho's faces without masks on.

I shrug off the thought and refocus on the small back alley I'm walking through. It's barely big enough for a car to fit down yet somehow the drivers here manage to squeeze through like it's no big deal.

Bobbing my head along to the music playing through my earphones, I don't hear the biker coming up behind me on the narrow road. Before I can register what's happening, the biker speeds up next to me, kicks out a leg and knocks me over, and then is speeding away as my forearm stings against the prickly ground.

"Hey!" A male voice shouts at the biker (who's too far away to care) from behind me as my knee echos the sting of my forearm.

I sit back on my butt and rip out my earbuds before gingerly looking at my injuries. My purse flew off my shoulder and landed a good foot away. My knee is a bit scratched up and my forearm is as well, though small blood droplets are starting to appear.

"Are you okay?" A male with blonde hair and soft asks, kneeling down next to me, and another appears standing on my other side. "Oh, you're bleeding."

"I'm okay, yeah." I say in a shaky voice, the shock of it all throwing me off guard. "I live just down the street, I'm okay."

"You should clean that off right away." The male standing says with concern, "Our company is literally right here, at least come and wash it off so it doesn't get infected."

Against my better judgement- the one that says going anywhere with strange males is bad- I nod. It's just something about their eyes and their posture. Plus, the one who screamed angrily at the biker is still staring in anger at the path the biker disappeared down minutes ago.

"Here, let me help you." The once kneeling male offers me a hand, "My name's Jisoo."

"(y/n)." I tell him and take his offered hand. I try to put pressure on my scraped knee but the sting intensifies and I stumble to regain balance on the uninjured leg.

"Careful." Jisoo warns, gripping my arm tighter.

"Just back here." The other male points to my left. Standing around us and the entrance of a building are 11 other males, all masked, of course.

"Someone come and grab her stuff." Jisoo calls out to the group who is looking at me with concern.

The other guys start to shuffle around, one even holds the door open a few steps before Jisoo and I reach the door. I notice, though, that three guys stand a little ways away, all staring at me dumbfounded, and very quiet. I take a couple seconds to look them over and they're wearing outfits EXTREMELY similar to what Minseok, Myungho, and Chuhan were wearing.

"Watch your step." The one holding the door open says as a warning and I have to revert my attention to where I'm placing my feet.

Jisoo turns his head and says something to someone behind me while I tune him out and take in the interior of the building. The white walls reflect the fluorescent lights and brighten the room. Turns this way and that and up a small flight of stairs and Jisoo leads me into a large open conference room, which looks oddly familiar.

"Sit here." Jisoo instructs me and pulls out a chair. He then pulls out a chair for himself.

I lower myself into the chair and try to bend my knee. Bad idea. The sting makes me suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut. It's the kind of sting that's sharp and sometimes causes shivers to run down my spine. The worst kind of sting, in my opinion.

"Here's the stuff, hyung." Another guy comes trotting into the room with a red cross labeled white box. Another brings a bowl of water and a couple of hand towels. The others gather in the room with mumbled conversations.

I pull the mask off my face and lay it down on the table as someone else sets my phone and purse next to my mask.

"Thanks." I smile at him and he nods back.

After taking his mask off, Jisoo wordlessly dampens one of the towels then pats the space between his legs.

"You don't have -." I try to refute his offer but his face silences my voice. For a second I forget how to breathe but my scrapes quickly remind me that I need to otherwise they're going to rain hellfire on my nerves. "You're not just a random Jisoo." I exhale in shock.

Joshua leans back, slightly afraid that I'll start screaming. I look around at the others and slowly piece together the number: 13, and the room we're in: it's the same as where Seventeen filmed their fifth year anniversary idea session. I'm just looking at it from a VERY different angle.

Everyone in the room seems to be holding their breath, uncertain about how I'm going to react. I think I surprised them because I definitely know I surprised myself with my response.

"Okay." I say surprisingly calmly in response to Joshua's instruction for me to put my leg up. "But only cause I have one arm out of commission."

And like someone took the kettle off of the heat, the members all exhale.

"You sure you're okay?" Seungcheol asks, taking his mask off and the others follow.

I nod, my nervousness being replaced with confidence the longer I'm under the realization that I am being helped by the Seventeen.

I nod but the action is cut short as Joshua cleans off my scraped knee causing me to inhale quickly and scrunch my face in pain.

"Sorry." Joshua mutters but continues to wipe away the dirt from my skin.

"It's fine." I squeeze out through clenched teeth. "Almost done." Joshua tells him and continues to clean the scrape.

"So, where were you coming from?" Seungkwan wonders with curious eyes in attempt to provide some distraction from the pain.

"Uhm, I was just hanging out with some friends." I answer him, forcing myself to look way from my knee.

"Was it far from here?" Hoshi followed up.

I shake my head, "It was just in the courtyard by the theatre that's like 6 blocks away or something."

"Hey, isn't that where you guys said you were going?" Dino points a finger towards Vernon, DK, and The8.

I glance at the three and they're the ones dressed the same as Minseok, Chuhan, and Myungho. The room is silent as the three share a nervous look. Then Joshua breaks the silence by ripping open a bandaid.

"We did..." DK trails off, staring directly at Vernon and Myungho. I feel Joshua stick the bandaid over my knee before patting my foot, silently saying that I can lower my leg.

"Maybe you guys saw each other!" Jun comments happily.

"I... I think I did..." I stare at the three avoiding any eye contact with me. The pieces slowly starting to fit together. Joshua reaches out for my arm which I easily volunteer over. "Oh, I definitely di- oh, mother-!" I yelp mid-sentence as Joshua wipes away the dirt and blood.

"Sorry, sorry." Joshua mumbles apologetically.

"It's fine." I breathe out and redirect back to the three who's familiar eyes aren't just from the computer screen. "Chuhan, Minseok, and Myungho?" I question them on the names they used with me.

DK and Vernon just smile while The8 adds a tiny and shy wave.

"And you were going to be too busy to come meet with me because of the comeback..." I continue to guess.

They nod and some members stare at the three in awe while the others snicker under their breath. Joshua just continues to wipe away at my arm which is still stinging.

"And you made up names because....?" I lean forward, trailing off to wait for an answer.

"We didn't know how you'd react to us?" Vernon offers but states it more as a question.

"This is going to sting." Joshua informs me just mere milliseconds before spraying something that most definitely stings.

"Ugh." I groan, "I'm never walking down tiny roads again."

"You're going to have to if you're going to come visit us." Seungkwan pouts.

"Who said I was visiting?" I question, realizing a couple seconds later how that actually sounds coming out of my mouth.

"No one but I know Vernon gave you his number so I was kind of guessing." Seungkwan replies as Joshua rips open a few bandaids to cover up my injured arm.

"You mean Chuhan." I correct him with a smirk.

"CHUHAN?" Hoshi repeats the name, "You told her your name was CHUHAN?" He throws his head back and laughs out loud. Dino, Jun, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol join him while others just smile in amusement.

"Okay but like did (y/n) never question how ridiculous the name was?" Mingyu interrogates me, amused at my naiveness.

I shrug, pulling my arm closer after Joshua lets it go. "I know people sometimes have crazy names and I've heard weirder names so it seemed like a plausible name."

"Okay but did it never hit you because DK hyung used his name backwards and The8 hyung used his korean name!" Vernon wonders with a tiny ounce of whine laced in.

"I couldn't see your face. And the masks obscure a lot of people's visuals." I explain and wave my hand in front of my face to emphasis. "Including celebrities. Isn't that the reason celebs constantly wore them before we were all required to?"

"She has a point." The8 points at me in agreement.

"So were you boys ever going to spill your secret?" I ask, leaning my cheek against my fist.

They all stutter with a loss of words.

"We're taking that as a no." Hoshi crosses his arms and moves to stand behind me.

"Yes we are." Seungkwan agrees and joins Hoshi.

I start to panic slightly at the thought that I might have started a rift between the members but Vernon's laugh breaks that tension.

"No, it's not like that." He explains, "We were going to tell her just like not for a little while."

"It was nice to talk with someone who didn't know who we were." Dokyeom continues while I just look at them in amusement.

"I just tagged along cause it got me out of the dorm." The8 gives his very simple reason. Jun chuckles and gives him a high-five.

"So, you knew I was a fan from the multitude of times we discussed music and yet you still didn't bother to let me know?" I question.

"Yeah... kind of." Vernon confirms, smiling sheepishly.

"Fair." I nod and lean back in my chair.

"So you're not upset?" DK asks, curious at my response.

I shake my head, "Why would I be? You were trying to protect yourselves cause I could've been a crazed fan. Makes sense. I probably would've done the same thing."

Before they can reply, my phone starts to buzz with a call. I smile apologetically to the members before answer the call.

"Where are you?" My friend asks over the phone, "You were supposed to be here like 25 minutes ago."

"Shit." I guess being knocked over completely made me forget my plans. "I'll be right there."

"I forgot I was supposed to meet my friend." I tell them apologetically.

"Yeah, yeah. Go ahead." Seungcheol nods, "Next time, let us buy you a meal." "You don't have to." I shake my head quickly.

Seungcheol holds up a hand, "No, no, I want to. This all happened in front of our building so I feel bad."

"It wasn't your fault though..." I try to reason with him.

"It was that stupid biker." Vernon mumbles angrily.

"Still, you'll let us know if you have free time?" Joshua presses.

I nod in defeat. "I will." I say and stand up then stand slightly awkwardly as no one moves.

"Why don't you walk her out, Vernon?" Wonwoo suggests and I nearly forgot he was there as he was so quiet standing in the back with Woozi.

"Yeah, walk her out." Hoshi agrees and nudges me towards the door while The8 does the same to Vernon.

Vernon holds the door open for me and I walk out holding my bandaged arm close to my chest.

"Sorry for lying." Vernon apologies once we're down the stairs.

"You don't need to apologize." I say, "It makes a lot of sense why you didn't tell me so don't feel bad. Again, I would've done the same thing."

Vernon smiles softly, "Nice to know it wasn't a completely crazy idea."

"You were the one to suggest it?" I question in amusement.

"No, The8 hyung did." He explains, "I just agreed to it before DK hyung could suggest a crazier idea."

"Good thinking." I compliment his train of thought.

"You sure you're going to be okay?" He asks, voice full of concern.

I nod with certainty, "Yeah, I'll be fine. It'll be an annoyance for like two days and then it'll start to heal and I'll forget about it."

"Good, good." Vernon inhales then exhales, "I can't believe a person can be that rude. Especially in broad daylight." He releases his bottled up annoyance.

"Yeah, but without them, you would still be Chuhan to me." I reason with him, seeing the bright side of the situation.

"True, but still." Vernon scrunches up his nose. "You still have my number right?" He asks as we reach the front door.

I search my purse for the napkin, "Yeah, it's right here." I pull out the scrunched up napkin.

Vernon nods in satisfaction, "Text or call me sometime. I'm sure we could hang out more privately before Coups hyung forces you to him buy you a meal."

I smile and let out an airy laugh, "I'd like that."

"I'll be waiting for your message then." Vernon says happily.

"Thanks for helping me out." I say and step outside.

"Not a problem." He replies and both of us hesitate to end the encounter.

"I, uh, I should probably get going. Don't want to keep my friend waiting." I smile lightly, deciding to break the barrier first.

"Yeah, yeah. Get there safely." Vernon reminds me as I step away and he waves back as I wave at him.

I turn around to face the direction I'm walking and quickly pull out my phone.

"Bruh, you will NOT believe what just happened!" I text friend.

"WHAT?" She replies in one second flat.

I giggle with giddiness and my fingers type as fast as they can, unable to contain my excitement. "So I was knocked over by a rude biker..."

#kpop #kpop imagine #seventeen #seventeen imagine #seventeen vernon imagine #seventeen vernon #vernon #vernon imagine #chwe vernon imagine #chwe vernon #writer-k-pop

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kpoppwriter · 5 years ago

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Greedy

Anon asked: Could you maybe please write a poly! Junhao smut where jun and y/n and practicing for a performance and it gets dirty and Myungho walks in and is mad that they didn't invite him?

Genre: smut (Jun x fem!reader x Minghao)

Words: 926

Warnings: little bit of boy x boy, little bit of roughness/very light manhandling

a/n: yayayayay more poly smuttttt pls request some poly stuff thank you

You stood in front of the dance studio with your bag in hand. You could hear the music from the other side of the door. You knocked when you heard the music stop. A voice beckoned you in, calling a quick ‘come in’. Jun stood in the middle of the room facing the mirrored wall. He smiled when he saw you enter.

“I was wondering where you were,” he enveloped you in a hug

His shirt stuck to his body, the sweat glistening on his exposed skin. You playfully squirmed in his embrace.

“You’re sweaty,” you laughed

“You’re gonna be sweaty soon,” he teased, sending you a playful smirk, “I do actually need help with this choreography though.”

You rolled your eyes moving to put your bag down with his. He took a drink of water as he watched you slip off your hoodie. Well, it was actually Minghao’s but same thing. Jun walked over to the computer pressing play on the music.

You stood breathing heavily in the middle of the room, Jun standing behind you. The two of you had been rehearsing for about an hour now and you felt tired but you wanted this to be perfect. His hands sat on your waist keeping you in place. The music felt loud in your ears. Jun stared at your body in the mirror. Your body moved in time with the music as did his. His hands ghosted over your body again, his eyes focused on you. You could feel the heat radiating off of him. Or was that just the energy he was giving off...

The music stopped as you finished the choreography. Jun went over to the computer stopping the music before it started playing again. You took this as a good time to get a drink of water. You slipped the cold liquid, a few droplets falling onto your shirt. Jun joined you in taking a drink, grabbing his water bottle from his bag. After your short break, you and Jun walked towards the mirror again.

“Can we try it without the music? I just want to go slow and really get the motions down,” he asked

You nodded, agreeing that you wanted to get the motions down. You stood in front of him again but the tension in the air felt different. Jun’s eyes seemed darker, his hands moving down to your hips. He pulled you closer to him. Your back was almost flat against his chest. You gasped quietly at the sudden movement. He chuckled darkly, his lips pressing a kiss right under your ear.

“It’s so hard to do a dance like this with you, baby,” he murmured against your skin, “It makes me think of all the nights we’ve spent together.”

A small whimper came from the back of your throat. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he sucked dark marks into the skin of your neck. His hands roamed your body, one slipping under your shirt while the other teased the waistband of your shorts. He stared at your reflection in the mirror, the sight of your trembling body going straight to his erection. He groaned as he gently pulled your ass against the tent in his sweatpants.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” he panted, “I’m so glad you’re all mine.”

“She’s not all yours.”

The new voice took you by surprise, not hearing the door of the dance room open. Minghao glared at the two of you, his gaze intense and clouded in lust. He walked over to you.

“She’s our babygirl, isn’t she Jun?”

The younger male stared at the two of your bodies. Jun’s hands stopped moving. He gulped, intimidated by the dominate aura Minghao was giving off. Minghao clicked his tongue and pulled one of Jun’s hands off of you. He pulled the older male towards him, their lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Minghao’s free hand slipped past the waistband of your shorts rubbing your clit in slow circles. You let out a loud moan, his fingers working you up even more.

“You’re so greedy, Jun,” Minghao whispered against Jun’s lips

You could see Jun trying to fight for dominance but losing. He let out a small whine, completely submitting to Minghao. Minghao pushed down on Jun’s shoulder so he was kneeling in front of him. Minghao pulled you closer to him, your body flush against his. He kissed down your neck roughly sucking marks into your neck and collarbones.

“Maybe I should just pleasure Y/N and make you watch as punishment,” Minghao smirked when he heard Jun whine in protest, “I think it’s only fair since you were just too eager to wait for me. What do you think, princess?”

You moaned, his fingers quickening their ministrations. If it wasn’t for the arm he had around your waist, you’d be a pile of jelly on the floor. He bit down a bit harder on the base of your neck eliciting a gasp from you.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” Minghao growled

“He was being greedy,” you breathed

“Ah, so you agree?” he smirked against your skin

“Y-yes,” you moaned, “He should get- ah, punished.”

Minghao chuckled, Jun complaining that it wasn’t fair. Jun reached out to touch you but was stopped by Minghao grabbing his wrist. He tisked at the older male still kneeling on the floor.

“No touching. You’re going to sit there and watch as I pleasure Y/N then maybe I’ll give you a hand, if you behave.”

Jun whined but nodded, sitting down as he watched Minghao pleasure you.

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j-wonwootrash · 5 years ago

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✨ + Dino :)

✨ 「 𝕕𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 」 ✨

❥ lee chan x fem!reader

❥ word count: 950

❥ genre: elite!au

❥ a/n: a crossover for this oneshot! i hope you like it anon!! 😃💕

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Chan nervously bit his lower lip waiting for you at the living area of your house. To begin with, he has every right to feel that way today. First it was because you were his very close friend in university. Second was that you said yes to being ‘date’ for his family’s reunion. Last was that he has never seen you all dolled up, and his heart panicked a lot.

He dove his phone to message his friends, telling them how the wait was killing him inside. Definitely it wasn’t in a bad way.

Junhui: Chill child, you’re waiting for your date, not your bride 😉 but wait for her entrance tho

Soonyoung: Yeah bro, no harm in thinking y/n’s a candidate for a bride 😃

Myungho: Has she showed up yet? 😏

“These hyungs aren’t reliable.” he said to himself before he heard the footsteps from a high heel, revealing you in a white with olive hued dress.

“Did you wait long?” you rubbed your arms at the sudden rush of shyness.

“Nah, I just got here.” he chuckled. Lies. He was at your doorstep half an hour ago until your father let him in. “Shall we go?”

The drive to his house was a long and quiet one. You took a glance at Chan and since when did your heart squeeze at his looks? It was only a reunion but to be all well-dressed for such a minor event? There was a feeling you couldn’t explain.

He fixed his glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose, and you found yourself staring him at him for a while. His jawline, the middle parting of his hair, pink lips that looked so soft-

“Ahem,” Chan cleared his throat, resting his hands onto his lap while the vehicle waited at the stoplight. “You’re staring.”

“Sorry. I’m just.. a little surprised at your get-up today.” you chuckled and observe the passing cars across from you.

“I could say the same to you. But thank you y/n, for agreeing with this. My family and relatives has been wondering why I haven’t been home since college started.” Chan soon stepped on the pedal to catch up with the party.

He pressed a button to lock his car, his relatives stood by the veranda, in shock to his their cousin bringing a girl home. You felt his hand just above waistline, pushing you from behind to start walking.

You could see that his ears tinted pink. Whether he was shy about his action to you, or that he was embarrassed from his cousins’ whistles, got him super flustered.

“Chan! You made it!” his mom hugged him.

“You must be y/n! He has told us all about you.” she showed you the way to the back garden where it was nicely decorated with little lanterns hung on the tree; a hammock that was luring enough for you to want to lay there; and a modern campfire.

Though you were close with Chan, he has never opened about his family background. So everything you witnessed today was totally new to you— the company banner, a lot of visitors and all were dressed in expensive clothes.

There were mini games and performances, where he pulled you to the dance floor and you gladly went along with him soon earning applause and cheers from everyone.

“Hey y/n.” a woman called, carrying her child in her arms. She introduced herself as one of Chan’s older cousins. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” you smiled and faced toward her.

“The way Chan looks at you got us thinking he definitely found the one.” she said. “He’s shy even to us, but when it’s you, he could be himself.”

Shy? He’s himself when he’s with you? From here you started to question whether Chan saw you as a friend, or probably more than that.

He sat beside you, all exhausted from the praises he got. He thanked you for giving him a glass of water. “I’m sorry I left you alone. It’s just whenever I come here, it makes me feel I have to entertain everyone.” he said, looking at the distance of the bustling party.

“Well y-yeah, I mean this is your house. It’s normal. At least I got to see more sides of you.” you gave a nudge on his shoulder. “Thanks for inviting me here. Your family is a happy bunch.”

Comparing to the times you’ve spent with him, you didn’t really paid any attention at how he actually looked good, how gentleman he was and how he made you shy for whatever reason. Maybe these assumptions were masked from your friendship with him.

“S-say y/n..” he said, suddenly all pink like he was earlier at the house entrance. “I know I invited you here as my date- well I have to tell them that but, I was wondering if y-you know, if you’d want to be my girlfriend?”

He didn’t receive a response from you, that alone made him regret his words. “Ahaha, you can forget what I said-”

He felt a kiss on his cheek, later touching the warmth it had left on it.

“I was confused at first, like why you’re treating me differently. You do things you normally do for someone you love.”

“That’s because I do.” he said, interlocking his hands with yours. “And I’m guessing you feel the same.” he pointed his cheeks referring to the kiss.

You nodded and though your face was heating up, you tilted your chin when he leaned in closer to lessen the gap in between.

“Bet you he finds her beauty dazzling.” you heard his male cousins tease Chan, but your now boyfriend shooed them away.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen stories #seventeen scenario #lee chan #seventeen dino #svt dino #dino ficlet

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years ago

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once bitten || xmh x reader

Summary: locked in a museum until morning with a vampire that hates you is not how you imagined your night going

Warnings: swearing, blood, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 3.2k

Masterlist // ko-fi

smut warnings: thigh riding/dry humping/biting

“How long have we been here?”

“I dunno, like three hours. Why?”

“No reason,” Minghao mumbled and turned away from you to stare at the wall.

To be fair, the wall was filled with paintings, so it wasn’t like he was staring at nothing. Still, you knew he’d seen all of them before so he was likely just doing it to ignore you.

He sighed impatiently and pulled his phone out of his back pocket to check the time. You weren’t thrilled about being stuck in an empty museum with him either, but you weren’t making a big deal out of it like he was.

You had already made peace with the fact that you would be there until morning, and had scouted out the perfect place to nap until then. The sculpture hall was a little creepy with all of the statues baring their eyes into your soul, but it had longer benches than any other wing of the museum so you would have to deal.

Minghao had followed you even though he didn’t need to sleep. He took a seat on a bench across from yours and leaned back against the cool marble wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed at you.

You knew he blamed you for the situation you were currently in, among countless other things, only adding fuel to the fire that was his vendetta against you.

You weren’t quite sure what you had done to earn such a hard spot on his heart, but as soon as you sensed his distaste for you, you reciprocated. You were nothing if not stubborn. And petty.

Minghao was quiet, merely watching you from the other side of the room with a disinterested look on his face.

You felt a bit vulnerable cradling yourself in the fetal position on the cold stone bench underneath the vaulted ceilings and Minghao’s cold stare, but you weren’t sure what to do about it. You could turn away, face the wall and try to sleep, but you were afraid that would make you look even dumber.

You sat up instead, causing your classmate to perk up the tiniest bit. He raised his eyebrows in question and straightened his shoulders like he was prepared to get up and go wherever it was you were going.

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” you muttered. “Don’t follow me.”

You heard Minghao scoff behind your back as you walked off and you rolled your eyes. Asshole.

In the bathroom you splashed cold water on your face and looked at your reflection in the mirror. You already had dark circles under your eyes. It wasn’t even that late, but you looked exhausted. Minghao’s doing, no doubt. His presence was enough to stress you out.

When you came back to where you had left him you found Minghao pacing the corridor anxiously. His footsteps echoed through the hall as he walked, like they were emphasizing his sense of urgency.

“What is it?’ you asked, knowing you most likely wouldn’t get an answer.

“Nothing,” he said and sat back down on his bench. His movements seemed off, like he was forcing his body to cooperate with his brain. You watched him try to sit still for another minute, curiosity piquing when he began tapping his foot against the floor.

You smirked. “What, afraid you’ll turn to dust when the sun rises?”

“No,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “That myth is bullshit. How do you think I’d get to class every day if that were true?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t think about it.”

“Clearly.”

You let his comment slide and laid back down on your bench, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth.

“You’re cold.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m fine.”

But Minghao was already shrugging off his coat. He stood and held it out as an offering. You were tempted not to take it. But you knew you’d be an idiot not to, and you had promised yourself to remain civil with your project partner tonight, no matter how infuriating he was.

“Take my coat,” he said when you hadn’t moved.

You hesitated again, but Minghao had grown impatient so he wrapped the coat around your shoulders himself. He pulled the collar around your neck tightly, fastening the top button so that it would stay on when he let go.

His hands brushed your chin as he worked and you shivered slightly. His skin was always cold to the touch, something you didn’t think you would ever get used to- not that you touched him that often anyway.

“Sorry,” he apologized, “It’s okay,” you whispered back.

He took a step back from you and gave you a once over, nodding in satisfaction. “Better?”

“Thank you,” you said with a nod, stopping short when you met his eyes. “Your eyes...”

They were black, swallowed by darkness from the outer edge of his irises to the depths of his pupils. You could barely discern the two in the dim light of the museum. You were used to the soft brown color of Minghao’s eyes, the ones filled with deceitful trustworthiness that you had since grown immune to.

Minghao blinked, like he was trying to shake the foreign color from his eyes. It didn’t work. And if it had, it wasn’t enough for you to tell the difference. For once you were actually intimidated by Minghao. The darkness encroaching on his eyes made you self-conscious. You felt small under his gaze. You felt like prey.

You spoke first, surprising yourself and him.

“Are you okay?”

He swallowed harshly and forced a nod. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” you pushed. “I’ve never seen you like-”

“I’m thirsty, okay?” he snapped, unintentionally exposing his fangs in the process.

“Oh.”

He looked away and took a purposeful step back from you. You took a shaky breath, but didn’t say anything else.

You were used to seeing Minghao’s fangs. They were often out when you were together. He told you it was a sign of agitation. But you had never seen them paired with hunger. You gulped.

“I’m sorry,” Minghao apologized. “I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just-”

“Starving,” you finished.

Minghao nodded, running his tongue over his fangs thoughtfully as he retreated to the bench across from yours. “I was going to feed after we finished working on our project. I hadn’t accounted for getting locked in a museum all night.”

“Aren’t vampires supposed to be super strong or something? Can’t you just break us out of here?”

He sat up and leaned forward, elbows balanced on his knees as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t you think I would’ve done that by now?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fuck you, I’m just trying to help.”

“It’s true, it’d be really easy to break out of here if I had enough blood in my system. I could probably still shatter a window or something, but you’d probably end up getting arrested.”

“Why only me?”

Minghao looked up and pointed at something on the wall. “Only you’d show up on camera. I’d love to see you try to explain that to the cops, though. ‘Yeah, it wasn’t me who did it, it was my vampire friend’.”

“I wouldn’t use the word ‘friend’,” you countered.

“Do you have to pick apart every goddamn thing I say?”

“I’m surprised you’re not writhing in pain for saying that.”

“For what? Saying God? Some of us can, some of us can’t. It just depends.”

“On what?”

He sighed. “Do I really have to get into this with you right now?”

“What else are we going to do for the next eight hours?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t feel like getting into the conditions of my existence with you. It’s bad enough I’m starving and trapped here with-” he stopped short.

You crossed your arms over your chest and smirked despite the way his comment stung. “Say it.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“You did. It’s bad enough you’re trapped here with me of all people. Trust me, I’m not thrilled about being here with you either,” you scoffed. “And here I was about to offer you my blood.”

“What?” Minghao gasped.

“I know it’s probably not ideal blood, or whatever, because you seem to want nothing to do with me. I don’t know if it’s bitter or something, but I figured since you were so thirsty it’d be fine.”

“You- you’d let me drink from you?” Minghao asked, voice barely above a whisper.

You shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. “It was a stupid idea. I just didn’t want you dying in front of me.”

“I’m already dead,” he reminded you.

“You know what I meant. I didn’t want you in pain.”

“I’m fine,” Minghao repeated, clenching his jaw.

“You’re lying.”

“So what if I am? I can deal with a little discomfort for a few hours.”

You weren’t sure what came over you, but you suddenly wanted Minghao to bite you, wanted him to drink from you. And you were willing to taunt him to get him to do it.

“Why would you do that when there’s a perfectly good blood source right in front of you?” you pushed.

“Y/n...”

“I mean, I’ve got plenty of it just flowing through my veins. Fresh, warm, human blood.”

“Don’t,” he warned.

“Why?” you challenged. “It’s not like my body can’t just make more.”

“I can’t,” Minghao insisted firmly.

“Why not?”

Minghao squeezed his eyes shut and cocked his head to the side. “Because if I start I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

You let his words sink in along with a fresh wave of confusion. “Don’t you do this kind of thing all the time? You don’t... kill people, do you?”

“No, no, you don’t understand. I can’t drink from you.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you!”

“It sure doesn’t sound that way.”

“Why do you want me to drink from you so badly anyway?” he asked, turning it around on you.

“I-I don’t!” you stuttered out. “I was just trying to help! You’re the one making a big deal out of it.”

“I’m trying to be rational,” he argued.

“And wouldn’t the rational decision be to quench your thirst?”

“Fine,” Minghao growled. “Come here.”

His voice echoed throughout the hall as a beat of silence lapsed between you. You hadn’t actually been expecting him to give in.

He held your gaze from across the room, waiting for you to respond. You were half-expecting him to take it back, but he made no indication of doing so.

You stood from the bench and approached him cautiously, shoes clicking on the tile in time with your racing heart. You awkwardly presented yourself in front of Minghao, rocking back on your heels with your hands clasped together in front of you. He regarded you coldly, the only hint of a crack in his composure being the nervous tapping of his fingers against his knee. He had to tilt his chin up to look at you standing above him and sucked in a shaky breath. He looked like something out of a fairytale. The moonlight streaming in through the stained glass windows highlighted the sharp features of Minghao’s face and made his pale skin look almost translucent.

He looked regal. Like a prince, perhaps. Proud even in defeat as he held his head high below you.

“So, how do we do this?” you asked, breaking the tense silence.

“Are you sure you want to?”

You nodded. “I don’t want you to be in pain.”

“Why?” You were inches away from him now, and you could tell it was taking everything in Minghao not to reach out for you. “Don’t you hate me?”

His question caught you off guard. “I... don’t think so,” you mumbled. “I only act like I do because you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He gave you a weak smile. “I figured you wouldn’t.”

You cleared your throat, eager to change the subject. “So, what should I do?”

“You can sit on my lap if you’re comfortable with that.” Minghao said and sat back a little and spread his legs for you so that you could slot between them easily.

You straddled one of his legs and hovered over his thigh hesitantly.

“You can sit down,” he assured you softly. “You won’t break me.”

You nodded and rested your full weight on his lap, flinching when you felt his hand settle on your waist.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Are you ready?”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,” he admitted, “but most people say that after the initial bite it’s actually quite pleasurable.”

“Oh, okay.” Your voice was hoarse and your hands were trembling.

“I’ve got you,” Minghao promised.

He brushed your hair away out of the way and leaned in. His nose brushed up against your neck first, followed by his lips. You braced yourself for the bite, but you still let out a whimper when his fangs sank into your skin.

Your whole body went rigid as Minghao began to suck at your neck. It almost felt like getting a hickey, but more intense. He moved the hand that was on your waist around to your back so that he was pulling you close to him. The act was so intimate, so sensual. You didn’t think you had ever felt like this with anyone, even when you were having sex.

The venom from his fangs began to seep into your bloodstream as Minghao continued to drink from you. You recognized the feeling immediately. Arousal pooled in your stomach, and your underwear, likely soaking through to your pants. You hoped you wouldn’t leave a stain on Hao’s jeans. You didn’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye ever again if you did.

Minghao groaned against your neck. You could feel the vibrations from the sound in your throat and you swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to push down the effect he was having on you.

His grip on your hips tightened suddenly, making your pulse jump. He outright moaned as his mouth filled with a gush of your blood, a direct result of your heart rate increasing. You automatically rocked your hips forward on his thigh, gasping out at the friction against your clit. Your face grew hot with embarrassment, but Minghao only moved his hand up to the small of your back, encouraging you to do it again. You didn’t want him to know how good he was making you feel so you forced yourself to stop.

He looked up when he felt you withdraw, and you forced yourself to hold back a moan. You knew Minghao was attractive, but you never allowed yourself to think about him in that way. He was too arrogant, too bitter, too cold for you to ever acknowledge his appearance.

He was still all of those things, but now he was drinking your blood. He was drinking your blood and you were sitting on his lap and his venom was inside of you and fuck, he looked pretty.

His eyes were slowly starting to turn brown again. You could see the warmth beginning to return to them, the darkness ebbing away. His cheeks were tinged pink from drinking your blood and his hair was a bit all over the place from the way he’d positioned his head.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked. You noted that his voice was significantly lower than it had been previously and wondered if it was having the same effect on him.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you said quietly.

“I want you to feel good, too. Let me help you.”

You nodded in agreement, taking a deep breath as Minghao leaned back in. He licked a couple of inches below the bite mark on your neck, catching the blood trickling from it on his tongue. You whimpered his name and rocked your hips forward again.

“You taste so sweet,” Minghao whispered. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this.”

He sank his fangs back into your neck and you muffled your scream with your fist, tangling that same hand in his hair afterward. You used your grip on his hair to stable yourself as you rode his thigh, begging him not to stop.

Minghao pulled you even closer so that his chest was flush with yours and your thigh in between his legs rubbed up against the zipper of his jeans.

You were already overwhelmed with pleasure when Minghao started to tap his foot against the floor, amplifying the sensation on your clit tenfold.

“Please, Hao,” you cried. “Make me cum, please make me cum.”

He chuckled darkly and lifted his head from your neck, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. You began to protest, but he kissed you before you could get a work out. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you explored his in turn, running your tongue over his fangs curiously. They were sharper than you expected, and you accidentally nicked yourself on them. The taste of blood filled your mouth and Minghao hissed, kissing you even harder.

He was hard in his jeans. You could feel his cock pressing into your thigh as you both grinded against each other. You moved your hand to his dick and started palming him over his pants.

“I’m close,” you warned.

“Me too.”

“Fuck, can I- can I cum?” you asked.

“Yes, baby. Cum all over my thigh. I want to see you fall apart.”

You buried your head in Minghao’s shoulder as you came, crying out his name. He helped you ride out your high before giving into his own pleasure and cumming in his jeans. His eyes rolled back and his mouth parted into an O as his body tensed and his hips spasmed underneath you.

He gave you a couple of seconds to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, rubbing a thumb on your arm. You shook your head and his expression turned panicked. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I just-”

“What?”

“I want more,” you moaned.

You’d cum once, but you were still aching. Your cunt was throbbing and you felt so empty. You just wanted Minghao to fill you up. You knew he just came too, but there had to be some kind of exception for vampires to be able to go multiple rounds because you could still feel his erection poking into your thigh.

He smirked. “I can’t just fuck you in this museum. There are cameras.”

“You said they can’t even see you!”

“It’s not me that I’m worried about, angel.”

“I just got off on your thigh on camera,” you protested.

“You were fully dressed,” Minghao pointed out. “And I want to be the only one to see you naked.”

“But-”

“When we get out here I’ll take you to my place and fuck you until you can’t walk,” he promised, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You yawned even though you tried to fight it and slumped forward against Minghao’s chest. “You should rest until then. You’ll need your energy.”

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SOMEONE OLDER

la poésie romantique. words spoken passionately, yet holding no sincere meaning when spoken by all your past loves. but he held the key to your heart that no man ever could, establishing the belief that you didn't need anyone other than him; not even your own father. because myungho could treat you right, couldn't he?

PAIRING ji myungho x fem!reader WC 1.7k TAGS angst. suggestive themes. toxic college professor myungho. slight manipulation. reader has daddy issues. OMI NOTE this is.. extremely different from anything i've written but i saw an edit of myungho to 'someone older' by isabel larosa and it genuinely changed my life. idk how im gonna get away with this but i do not get paid to gaf END OF STORY!

father never taught you to stray away from boys that wouldn't treat you right, and nobody ever taught boys to hold a heart with care; instead breaking it recklessly. the constant rotation between showing love and begging for forgiveness stripped energy from your body like a piece of clothing. it might as well have been, because that would be easier, right?

maybe it was the way you looked. it was only your left shoulder on full display, as your slightly large tee - shirt clinged onto you. you had only assumed the boy was being nice by placing a calloused hand on your soft skin, pulling up the material slightly before smiling at you. the pull of his lips were sweet, masking something sinister underneath. such a small gesture made you so naive, it was your own fault getting involved with him. those memories became a puddle of mush, left in the past.

but it wasn’t just boys of his stature, it was boys in general. ill thoughts swarmed your head rapidly. a sense of self doubt, regret, vengeance. it left you in a forever state of numbness, zoning out into a false reality you wish you could call your own. a reality with a man that would treat you right.

the sound of gears turning in the clock on the wall was where your focus lay, emerging yourself in the tick tock, tick tock. each of your senses slowly depleted from your body, leaving you with the round device against the off - white wall.

a hand slightly slamming against the desk in front of you cut into your mind like a knife.

“zoning out again, aren’t we, miss y/n?” professor ji spoke out, eyes like daggers, “see me after class.”

you nodded sheepishly, feeling the weight of the moment escape from your mouth in a breathy exhale as he went back to instruct the class.

in an attempt to ignore the stares of your peers burning into your skull, you slid down in your seat. maybe they were looks of pity, or quite possibly hints of jealousy. yet time couldn’t pass any quicker, as you returned to the never - ending tick of the clock.

meeting a teacher after the bell rang was never on your roster, let alone with your stupidly attractive english professor. it wasn’t a secret how desirable he was. you could only hear seductive comments made about the way he left his shirt slightly unbuttoned, leather jacket draped around the back of his chair and not his shoulders.

students filed out in a fast - paced manner, painting the room to seem much bigger without as many people crowding the seats. your professor followed quietly behind the crowd, closing the door as soon as everyone had been gone. this left the two of you alone, as well as the familiar clock ticking in the background.

your heart became heavy in your chest, watching his tall figure approach you like a predator stalking it’s prey.

“y/n.” professor ji says your name sternly, “care to tell me how boring my lessons are that you haven’t been paying attention?”

“professor– it’s not like that, i promise.” you stuttered out in an attempt to defend yourself, “i’ve had a lot on my mind recently and it’s getting the better of me.”

“why don’t you contact the campus counselor? i’m sure mr. yoonsung would love to assist you in whatever problem you have in that head of yours.” he suggests.

“i don’t think i can do that sir. things are a lot more complicated than they might seem. but i swear, i’ll try to keep myself in check.”

“you don’t think you can do that?” he laughs almost mockingly, picking up a pencil on your desk to spin between his bony fingers, “i might need a better reason than that.”

“this is so embarrassing..” you sigh in defeat, “it’s about my love life, professor ji. i don’t mean to be rude, but none of that is quite relevant to you, let alone any teacher on campus. so while i respect your request for me to seek outside advice, that won’t be happening.”

“so i’m just any teacher to you? miss y/n, i’m unsure that you understand who i am to you.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“you chose to major in english when you enrolled here. so i’d assume you would put effort not only into this class, but the person teaching it to you.” he states with an almost threatening tone, making your stomach queasy.

a cat had gotten your tongue, leaving you with nothing to say in a situation where you felt you had to defend yourself. this made his lips perk up into a smile, taking the pencil he was holding to tilt your chin up slightly by the eraser end.

“i’ve only ever wanted to help you, y/n. almost like it’s my job.” he tells you, “you excel in every single assignment i give you, up until recently. dont let a beautiful mind like yours be so easily manipulated by a college frat boy.”

“this isn’t my fault, you make it seem much easier than it sounds.” your bottom lip quivers slightly at the position he has you in, yet also because he’s correct in his assumption.

“when you get an idea in your head, you find it in everything. do you remember who said that quote?”

“victor hugo. we’re learning about works in other languages to broaden our knowledge, so of course i remember.”

“your idea of love is tainted, hence why you let yourself get hurt. am i wrong?” he reads you like a book.

you nod at him, feeling your throat become dry. each of your senses were heightened, the cold rubber eraser under your chin being replaced by the tip of his finger. the state of your mind was vulnerable, crowded only by the idea of him and his frigid gaze.

a shiver ran down your spine as if it was being chased, his face creeping closer to yours until it was inches apart.

“do you know what you want in a relationship?” he spoke, breath barely grazing against your lips because of the remaining distance. when you didn’t speak, his face contorted into an expression just a little bit colder, “you respond to authority when spoken to. don’t jeopardize your status in my class because you can’t answer a simple question. remember that i just want to help you.”

“i want someone to care for me as much as i care for them.” you finally let out with a sob, guilt washing over you for not giving a clearer response.

“that was easy, wasn’t it? my poor y/n, not being treated properly because nobody quite knows how to.” he chuckles lowly, wiping a singular tear that rolled down your cheeks, “now that you know what you want, what do you need?”

“i– i don’t know, professor ji.” you pout.

“you already said it out loud. use your words to tell me.” his hand traveled around to the back of your head, gripping at your hair to move your head more upwards.

“i think i need someone older.” your words sounded distressed, yet they were all he needed to hear.

“there you go.” he lets go of your hair, a switch in demeanor as he smiles at you, “come here.”

walking back to his desk, he leaves you in a pile of muck and confusion at your own. for someone you can hardly read, something about him makes you want to learn.

you scoot your chair back, the sound of it scraping against the hard floors making you wince slightly. with each step approaching him, your heartbeat quickened. professor ji had always been an enigmatic figure on campus. young, passionate in his interests, and everything you were starting to think you needed in someone.

maybe you wanted him to be passionate in you.

“is this wrong?” you ask quietly, now face to face with him.

“there’s a flaw in your question, especially since you already know the answer, miss y/n.” he coos, reaching to move a loose strand of hair away from your face, “father wouldn’t tell you right from wrong. such a terrible man, isn’t he? so let me tell you what you deserve to hear.”

“he’s not terrible, he just loves me differently.” you weren’t sure why you felt the need to defend your dad, but words came out before you could think.

“don’t get it twisted; those who love you warn you about the consequences others actions could have on a person. trust that i could protect you more than any man could.” he said with envy underlying his tone.

“yes, sir.” you shake your head yes, tears starting to burn your eyes with what you couldn’t determine if it was happiness or culpability.

“call me myungho.” he cupped your cheeks with his calloused hands, rough against your soft skin, “now let me take care of you, then you could take the weight off my shoulders.”

myungho brought your face closer to his, almost immediately closing the gap that separated the boundaries between professor and student. this barrier was destroyed in the span of seconds, his lips locking perfectly with yours. they were soft, barely chapped, and meant for you.

it was a rhythmic harmony that flowed perfectly like words on a page, pulling you deeper and deeper until you couldn’t pull away; too infatuated to stop and so unaware you couldn’t bother to give a shit at the thought of someone walking in.

he had you right where he wanted you, the objective that nobody other than him could hold your heart careful enough not to split it in half.

the kiss escalated, making your lips puffy and red as they were attacked by his. one of myungho’s hands wrapped around your waist to pull you close. your arms were tucked into your chest, unsure where to put them.

once he finally pulled away from you, a string of saliva kept both of you attached, breaking away quickly. his eyes were dark, yet not in a way that would seem intimidating. a look you’ve never seen before.

you were ready to find out.

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