#nct yukhei fluff

[layuhsblog]

lucas x male reader?

story: m/n gets kidnapped by a mafia group, and their leader, yukhei, wants the money that the former's family owes him - it doesn't come, as they don't care about m/n.

this makes yukhei have a change of heart.

(lucas is not really a jerk, he's just trying to do his job)

Hii, I made it into a chaebol m!reader x mafia leader! lucas fic,

hope you don't mind. I've never written mafia au. So this is pure shit I'm really sorry. I'll rewrite it and make it better once I have more experience.

Thankyou for requesting and reading it. ALSO- this was an amazing request. Renegade is such a bop and he LOOKS SO FUCKING HOT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. Thankgod there are still Lucas stans on Tumblr.

Anyway hope you tolerate this fic T-T

REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN BTW!!

dk the word limit prolly 1k words

warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome???, soft boy mafia lucas, angst, fluff?, small mention of religious trauma, family's a bitch, drugging, panic attack, hyperventilating, thoughts about death, mentions murder, daddy issues?, death, swearing, badly written threats, winwin is a dick but he loves you :), Lucas being HOTTIE MAFIA LEADER OOF, kissing.

To myself- Lucas x M!reader

-

Coming out to your orthodox religious family was not easy. On the surface the media thinks you're this wholesome rich family but the truth was much deeper and darker than it appeared.

You were sitting in a bar drinking away your problems when you were approached by a cute gentleman.

"Hi, rough day? May I buy you a drink?" he smiled at you

you tiredly sighed,

"If you're trying to get me into your bed, not happening."

He chuckled,

"Let me just buy you a drink, I'll walk away if you're not interested." You scanned his face, not so discreetly.

He looked cute and shy..you didn't see anything shady about him. You cautiously eyed his again and nodded. He showed a toothy grin at that.

"I'm Winwin by the way!"

"___" you replied and for the first time that night showed a slight smile.

_

A few hours had passed and Winwin started to grow on you, a couple of drinks more and your eyes started getting droopy.

Before you could call your driver to pick you; you passed out.

-

When you woke up, you had no idea where you where. Immediately you sat up and met with a throbbing headache. When you tried to get up, you realised your hands were tied. Panicked you screamed and screamed for someone to help you. You screamed till you lost your voice, and burst out crying. You had no idea what happened to you, what they'll do to you or if you'll even get out of here alive. All those thoughts became too mouth and you felt a bitter metallic taste in your mouth as your throat ran dry. You couldn't breathe. The worst of all, the room was empty except for a clock in it, it had been a long time since you were here and you were almost sure no one was looking for you.

"Ya done screaming or should I give you more of a reason to cry about?" You did not realise someone else was in the room with you. It was Winwin. Your heart sank.

"Y-you! What have you done to me!? Let me out! P-please." The last word came out as a weak plea and he laughed at your pathetic state,

"Can't, boss' orders. Yknow if he hadn't told me to bring you to him, I'd might as well taken you out on that little date." He winked at you and you were filled with disgust as fresh tears threatened to spill out from your eyes.

Your chest, throat, stomach everything hurt. You felt like you could throw up any minute.

It took you 15 minutes to calm yourself down all the while Winwin was looking at you with an amused look on his face, watching your every move like a hawk.

You were just blankly staring at a wall. The worst that can happen is they'll kill you. Who cares if you die?

-

Five hours had passed since then and you were doing nothing, feeling nothing so you closed your eyes and tried to sleep on the dirty floor. Winwin stepped out of the room to call someone, he did not realise the door is not soundproof. It sounded like he was threatening someone, probably your family you presumed.

-

"We have your son motherfucker. If you don't fucking pay us back you'll find his body in your front gate. Have fun when the headlines say 'L/n Family's Youngest son found dead on their door. It'll be fun seeing police raid your family seeing all the black money you have." he laughed

"Do what you want with him. You can't hurt my business. You're a nobody." and he heard the beeping of the phone.

-

The door, half broken and rusty slowly creaked opened and the fear you felt when you first came here returned. Winwin stood up straight and greeted the man. He had long black hair, his gaze cold, almost predatory.

"Did you hear back from those bastards?" he spat out, glaring at Winwin.

There was an awkward silence from his side and he eyed him and looked back at you. Immediately understanding what it meant, you weakly laughed.

The whole situation was so funny to you when it finally clicked.

You came from a famous family full of businessmen. People so influential that every move you made had to be absolutely perfect- however to them, you were far from it. The first shock came to your father when you were fifteen years old and told him you wanted to be an artist, that you had no interest in the business. Second and the final straw was 2 days ago when you came out to him and he disowned you.

To think such educated men could have such shallow ideals.

You remembered your mother, how loving she was. If she were here she'd definitely accepted you. You remembered how she told you crying how all this success was a lie and she wanted you to stay as far away from it as possible, afterall you weren't like your father and brothers. You remembered how you saw her that night for the last time. You remembered how you heard them fight in the other room, your brothers had left the country to pursue their studies. You remembered how you heard her scream but your door was locked from the outside. You remembered vaguely seeing a blood stain in the carpet which magically disappeared the next day. You remembered the police labelling the case as a suicide, how there was literally no evidence found- how each and every corner of the house was checked except the locker your father held the keys to.

The realisation made your blood run cold.

Your father had borrowed a large sum of money from someone years ago to start his business. He always assured your mother he'd paid them back. The situation in front of you made it clear that your father has always been a selfish bastard.

The thoughts, the questions, the suspicions hit you like a train wreck and you started laughing loudly. Both men looked at you puzzled.

"I cannot, that fucker- no one's coming for me, he killed her and he'll kill me too. I'm gonna die here anyway. That's so funny. Its always been fucking money. It's more important to him than fucking accepting his son and supporting his wife." You said between your laughs as tears spilled through your eyes

The man knelt down, his eyes softened a bit, voice comforting yet distanced, he motioned Winwin to get out of the room and spoke,

"Hey, calm down. You're not gonna die here. I'll take care of him. I'm sorry I involved you into this. I'll let you go. Just an advice, don't go back there. Get your own place, you have a chance to disappear from his life. Take it. I'm Yukhei by the way, you can call me Lucas." he smiled a bit.

You blinked in confusion, looking for any signs of humour in his words but there were none. He sounded genuine. It puzzled you how he could switch up so quickly. It made you curious to know more about him. Lord have you gone insane.

"What if I don't wanna leave. What if I want to help you get rid of him?"

And he only smiled.

"I'm not alien to murderer, rich heartless fathers." he joked,

"And I thought I was unique." he laughed at your comment. He has a nice laugh. You thought. You wanted to hear it more. Its funny to you how you feel safer with a literal mafia leader than you've ever felt with your father.

You talked some more, growing fonder of him each passing second. You realised he's not as cold as he appears. He was just doing his job and truthfully your father was just a huge dick. He has such a bright smile. His eyes had this spark when he was talking about the people he works with. He was making your heart beat faster.

He took you to his room, gave you clean clothes to change into and made you eat.

"You know, Winwin likes you- he felt bad about whatever he did." you nodded as he continued, the room suddenly felt hotter than it was as he leaned closer,

"Too bad, I want to keep you to myself" He whispered in your ear before he held your chin and connected your lips together.

-

[k-p0p-4ever]

Does anyone know any good Lucas x fem!reader recs? I’m struggling fr rn😭

gn!reader is okay too🫠

[neodreamzenie]

Would You Rather...?

Previous✯Next

Have really long intercourse w/ Lucas…

or

a quicky w/ Yangyang?

[just-some-random-blogger]

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🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Drippin’ Ice Cream | 🤸‍♀️ Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten) x Reader

FINISH HIM! | 🤸‍♀️ Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Noodle City | 🤸‍♀️🚀🚀🦕 Chef!Wong Yukhei (Lucas) & Noodle Master!Lee Sooman

A Twin Thing | 🍓❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader

Cling Wrap | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Autumn | 🍓❄️❄️🚧🏩🦕 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader Spring [Autumn II] | 🍓❄️🏩 CEO!Jung Jaehyun x Reader & CEO!Kim Jungwoo x Reader

Lollipunch | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Jung Jaehyun x Lee!Reader + Johnny Seo x Lee!Reader

That’s How It Is | ❄️ Jung Jaehyun x Reader & Nakamoto Yuta x Reader

Hurt Me, I Don't Care | 🤸‍♀️🎩 no specified pairing

Obra Maestra | 🚧🎩🎩🏩🦕 Art Curator!Nakamoto Yuta x Painter!Reader

Curse Of The Tiger King | 🍓❄️🎩🚧🏩🏩🍳🍳🦕 King!Jung Jaehyun x Zoologist!Reader

Death By Bagel | 🍓🍓 Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader

Connecting Dots | 🍓❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🍳🍳🍳🦕 Philosophy Student!Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Statistics Student!Reader

Everything & Nothing | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🏩🏩🦕  Mafia!Huang Renjun x Art Thief!Reader

Resident Himbo: Operation Heartbreaker | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚀🍳🦕 Lee Jeno x Reader + Kim Doyoung x Reader

[neokwxn]

my nct recs

key - [🦁] oneshot, [🐯] headcannon, [🐻] reactions, [🐶] short series, [🦊] series, [🐱] smau series

nct

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nct 127

🐯dates with nct - @lemon-boy-stan

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🐯common phrases in relationship - @yongislong

wayv

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moon taeil

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johnny suh

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lee taeyong

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nakamoto yuta

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qian kun

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kim doyoung

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ten lee

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jung jaehyun

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dong sicheng

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kim jungwoo

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wong yukhei

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mark lee

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hendery wong

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xiao dejun

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huang renjun

🐱best friend - @yuitaru

synopsis: as your best friend, renjun's been putting his feelings for you on the back burner, but what happens when his friends think it's time for him to confess after a drunken confession?

genre: smau, idiots to lovers, crack, fluff, slight angst, slice of life, (barely) university!au, parallel universe (based in let's fall in love! universe)

warnings: lots of swearing, mentions/threats of violence, mentions of bodily fluids/functions, references to let's fall in love!, my broken humour

🐱crush culture [renjun x gn!reader ] - @suhnshinehaos

synopsis: yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down

genre: university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, humor, slice of life

warnings: swearing, food mentions, suggestive humor

lee jeno

🦁social casualty [jeno x f!reader] - @mayaflowerxs

synopsis: Jeno doesn’t understand why he has such strong feelings for you, but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you try so hard to be someone you’re not. And you, well you don’t want to become just another student at school, no. You want to stand out, to be someone’s option for once. Most specifically, Jeno’s option.

genre: fluff, humour, angst

warnings: Slight Smut at the end! swear word usage, break ups, rejection, self consciousness, ‘unrequited love’, friend zoned , Jeno is a love sick pup, reader is afraid of confrontation, misunderstandings and mean girl alert

lee donghyuck

🐶blood red [donghyuck x reader] - @neonacity [chap 1] [chap 2]

synopsis: You’re a forensic psychologist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

genre: thriller, smut [only in a scene], angst (?), fluff (if you squint?)

warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex)

na jaemin

🦁nighted [reader x vampire!jaemin] - @neonacity

synopsis: no official one, but basically just follow reader through their life as a hunter (?)

warnings: blood, violence, mentions of weapons and death. Age gaps though there is no underage romance that happened, reader goes through different ages throughout the story.

liu yangyang

none yet !

osaki shotaro

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jung sungchan

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zhong chenle

none yet !

park jisung

none yet !

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[ethereallllllllllll]

Fear || Lucas

TW:fear of the dark

It's fluffy tho, like disgustingly fluffy. Gif the end of the blurb, you'll understand when you read it

[11:49] You and Lucas have been dating for quite a while, but it was the first time you stayed over to sleep… And you see the issue is that you might or might not have omitted to tell Lucas about your really… shameful for you age… fear of the dark.

And maybe it wasn’t accidentally omitted but omitted out of shame? You didn’t want him to mock you or laugh at you for being scared of what might be hiding in the dark. But sadly, as you both laid down in bed in the already dark room, you couldn’t help but let your body tense up at the fear creeping up your back.

At first Lucas didn’t think much of it, he thought you just felt tense cause it was the first time you slept over, and that eventually you’ll relax, but after a good 15 minutes of holding your contorted form, he started to question it and decided to just ask you.

‘Honey, why are you so tense?’ he asked in his deep, quiet voice while making sure to catch your eyes with his despite the lack of light in the room. But as soon as he couldn’t hold your gaze, or more like you couldn’t hold his, and you just buried your head in his shoulders before making your confession. ‘I’m scared’ you mumbled through your pout.

‘Scared of what?’ he asked confusion and a bit of worry hidden under a toothy grin, while tracing intricate shaped on your back to calm you down. As to what you just buried your face deeper into the crook of his neck while answering ‘of the dark…’ hearing this answered he let out a relieved giggle ‘really? this is so cute’.

You hit his shoulders with your fist still hiding ‘ah! Stop it!’ he kept giggling a bit until you turned your back on him and his under the sheets. ‘Alright, alright! I’ll stop, but please look at me’ he begged as he pulled you so you turned around and watched him.

He looked at you in the eyes for a few seconds, holding the sides of your face ‘You know, you have nothing to be afraid of when I’m here, I’ll always protect you, uh?’ His eyes softened as the words came out.

You didn’t bother answering and just, pressed an innocent peck on his lip and hug his waist tight, his body wrapping around your small one ‘hmm I love you Xuxi’

[dayandnight-blue]

[12:18 PM] Yukhei almost dies of laughter at your surprised face as you glare at him for almost making you drop your bag of groceries by popping out from behind the door and screaming in the loudest, most booming voice he could muster up.

[lettersfordream]

Dear Lucas,

Thank you for always making me smile and always being you. You know how to put joy and laughter into the hearts around you. Never stop being your dorky self.

Lots of love,

Kelli

dear kelli,

i’m glad i can make you smile, i love bringing you joy! hopefully i can continue to lift your spirits, i will try my best to do it! i love you!

-lucas

[sopewriters]

Carpe Diem

Pairing: Wong Yukhei | Lucas X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, and a bit of angst

Word Count: 6.9K

Warning: Lots of cursing. Internal. External. Everywhere.

Note: This fic contains embedded images.

You sigh tiredly as you stumble past the unlocked gate to your house, clumsily locking it behind you even though all that’s on your mind is sleep.

You’ve thought this many, many times, but you really hate your job. Okay, that’s a lie; you don’t hate your job as much as you despise the stupid people who come by with the most idiotic questions – literally, Google exists for a reason.

No, you don’t know why Pumpkin’s saliva is so slippery, why’s your saliva slippery Becky? And no, neutering your dog isn’t going to magically make him a female, but maybe someone neutered your bRAIN—

Needless to say, work hasn’t been going so hot. Honestly, being a vet would be a lot nicer if idiots like that didn’t exist.

An excited bark rings through the silence and, tired as you are, you can’t stop the smile that quickly stretches across your lips as you find the doghouse missing an occupant. A black blur crashes into your legs, nearly making you drop your bag, but you don’t pay it any mind, letting out a delighted laugh instead as you quickly crouch and scratch him behind his ears.

“You missed me huh, didn’t you baby? You been a good boy today?” You coo delightedly, giggling as he pants excitedly, before your grin dissolves into a grimace when he slobbers all over your hand. “Ugh, Max!”

The black lab just lets his tongue hang loose, huffing innocently at you. As much as you hate him for drooling all over you, you can’t help but soften at the sight of him and his cute eyes and his cute everything.

Damn dog, playing dirty.

“Love you.” You let out softly, letting him bump his head against your hand a couple more times as you stand, moving towards the door. “Now go back to your shed, baby.”

A whine erupts from the back of his throat, but he dutifully slinks away to his shed with drooped ears. It’s a sad sight, but you really don’t want him inside the house for the night, not having the energy to get rid of all the hairs he’s no doubt going to drop all over the place. Besides, it’s relatively nice out tonight; he’ll be fine.

Sparing him one last fond look, you quickly unlock your door and make your way inside, shutting it quickly behind you. You don’t care for the mess as you drop your bag onto the armchair by the couch, quickly padding your way to the sink to wash off the slobber with some soap.

“That little shit.” You can’t help but sigh affectionately to yourself as you tiredly make your way upstairs, pulling open your closet doors to fish out a tank top and a pair of shorts. Once you’re changed, you throw open the windows, letting cool air sift through, though you shut your curtains out of sheer paranoia.

Making your way back to your bed, you decide you should probably head to sleep now. It’s the weekend, starting tomorrow, but you’ve still got work to do. It’s for the best if you don’t stay up and watch anything. Not that you will: your control is irrefutable.

.

.

.

You finally fall asleep, two horror movies and half a sitcom later.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Except.

Why?

Are?

You?

Awake??

  Your eyes snap open, vision blurry and mouth dry and disgusting. You can’t help the downward scrunch of your brows, eyes squinting accusingly up at the ceiling like it’ll provide an answer to all your problems. Pausing for a moment, sleepily keeping an ear out for any sounds, you turn over on your side and burrow your face into your pillow, content to fall asleep again.

And then you hear it.

A mooing sound.

Well. That’s not exactly accurate. See, there can’t be a cow outside—and that’s not a cow’s moo. It’s obviously a human voice saying ‘moo’—or, more accurately, screeching it. And it almost sounds like it’s coming from under your window but that’s obviously just your brain playing tricks on you—

Max barks.

Your eyes snap back open and you stumble to your feet, gripping the ledge of your window as you stick your head outside. Through narrowed eyes, you see what looks to be a mop of dirty blond hair right beneath you, nuzzling at your dog, but you must be mistaken, right?

Alright, there’s no explaining this, and you’re a hell of a lot more awake than you were before.

Swearing angrily under your breath—fuck everything out there, you can’t be allowed to sleep in peace for ONE (1) fucking night in your life, everyone should just fucking die—you stumble your way down to the door, thankfully not tripping and falling to your death as you descend the staircase. The last thing you need is to become a human pinball, after all.

Throwing open your door, you march angrily out to where Max is, though your footsteps falter when you see it’s not a weird blonde cow but, in fact, a man. You can’t really see much through the dim light coming from the streetlamp, but his eyes are fucking huge. So are his ears, to be honest. Is he an elf?

“OoOoO!” He says, wiggling his eyebrows—you’re a little impressed at how flexible they seem to be—and you blink as your anger gives way to surprise and a little resignation. “Look Rocky, They’ve come to take me away!”

Who the hell They are is beyond you. Apparently, though, Rocky’s your dog. Nice.

“You’re on my lawn.” You say flatly, not bothering to say more. Your voice comes out croaky and disgusting, but you can’t find it in yourself to care because what’s this fucker doing here at three in the fucking morning? “Are you drunk?”

“Nooo!” He laughs, hiccuping a little and you sigh. This is just what you needed. “I’m not a drunk! I’m a cow. Moo.”

“…Right.” You sigh, watching in perturbed fascination as he slings an arm around Max—like he’s a child finding his first friend—and sneak a glance at your open doorway and back at the man. “You’re drunk.”

“No!” He insists and you low-key want to drop to your knees and scream, but that wouldn’t get you anywhere. Maybe after you drag him inside.

You were raised well enough to know you can’t leave this guy out, drunk as he is. He’ll either freeze, or die. Probably both.

“Yes.” You exhale tiredly, before stepping forward. Were you more awake, you wouldn’t have been able to hook your hands around his toned arms and drag him up to his feet. Luckily though, you aren’t, so you don’t think much of it, even as he leans precariously back onto you, making you grunt with effort. “We’re going inside come on!”

“No!” He sounds horrified, and even Max snuffles a little, but you pay it no mind as you start hauling him back. This is impeded a little because the fucker actually digs his heels into the ground, wailing and screeching dramatically, limbs flailing.

You feel a bit like a kidnapper from one of those Home Alone movies you watched as a child as you clamp a hand over his mouth, muffling his shouts; but, in your defense, he’s being really fucking loud and your neighbors won’t hesitate to phone you in. You can’t deal with that on top of everything else.

“Stop!” He cries—and tears actually dribble down his cheeks and wet your hand—and then the fucker licks (licks!!) your hand, making you shriek and let go of him. He stumbles, swaying on the spot as he whirls around and giggles, “Ha, I beat you, you – hic! – stupid alien—”

And then.

And then he.

And then he doubles over. And barfs. All over your fucking slippers.

Then, the fucker passes out, slumping over you, the stench of alcohol made so much stronger from the close proximity. Of course, the smell of vomit slightly intermingles.

You scream a true scream of Fury, covering your own mouth with your clean hand to stop yourself, before fighting back frustrated tears and shucking your shoes off. Something must have possessed you then, because you drag his unconscious body into your house, dumping it unceremoniously on the couch.

Luckily, he hasn’t seemed to have thrown up on himself—no, the right was reserved for your fucking shoes, apparently—and so you just take off his jacket with little care and chuck it over the side arm of the couch, before stumbling to the guest room and returning to dump the blankets on the man.

“Fuck you.” You say vindictively, angrily adjusting the blanket snugly around him. “I hate you.”

His sleeping form doesn’t answer, obviously, and you manage to make it to your room before finally getting to pass the fuck out like you deserve.

  The morning announces itself with a shit ton of sunshine, splaying forcibly all over your face.

Groaning at the uncomfortable warmth that spreads across your face because of it, you stumble to the window and firmly shut both it and the curtains with a sense of finality, before you crawl under the covers again and try to snooze again.

Then, someone knocks.

Your eyes fly open, heart jumping in your chest as you instinctively back into a corner, sheets raised up protectively to the crook of your neck. Chest heaving slightly, you stare at the door, unmoving, unblinking, hoping to God there isn’t a murderer lying in wait.

“Um, hello?” A voice filters through—a man’s voice.

Your mouth betrays you as it lets out a squeak, and you clap a hand over it—like that’s going to change anything. It doesn’t and, so, you stare at the door for what seems to be hours…until it finally cracks open.

It’s barely open though, hardly a fraction, and, yet, you scuttle back, near squishing yourself into the wall as your heart beats in your chest. Infinite scenarios run through your mind, the tamest ending with you bleeding out on the floor, and you try to calm yourself down, try to tell yourself to breathe, just breathe.

“Hi Person!” The door swings fully open then, and you stifle a silent scream as a blur of brown suddenly darts forward, all toothy smiles and brilliant eyes. Then, it stops and you can finally take in the face of your to-be-murderer.

Then, you pause. He doesn’t look like a murderer.

Eyes—a shade of warm brown—sparkle curiously at you from beneath a blonde fringe; the wide grin teasing the corner of his mouth draws you in immediately, for reasons unknown (you know why). His eyebrows are lofted high, high, high like they’re trying to jump off his face because of sheer excitement and nothing else.

And then it strikes you. You know exactly who this is.

“Oh, that was close.” You can’t help but sigh under your breath as you stand up and get a little closer, and the man perks up at the sound of your voice, leaning in with his head tilted.

“What was that?” He asks loudly, and you wince, before something occurs to you.

“How are you not hungover right now?” You demand, formalities be damned, “You were piss drunk last night!”

“Oh, I was?” His nose scrunches up (and it’s not adorable, you’re wrong) and his quizzical expression clears, “Ahh, that makes sense then!”

“Huh?” You manage.

“I was wondering what I was doing here, but I get it now.” He says honestly, “By the way, you have a great couch.”

“I know, but thanks, I guess.” You say smugly, a little burst of pride flaring up, before you shake your head, wondering why you’re letting this absolute stranger just carry you away like that.

Not the way you want, anyway.

“But you didn’t answer the question.” You say quickly, before you can be swept away by your thoughts, “How are you not hungover right now? You should’ve seen yourself yesterday, it was…pretty bad.”

He blinks at you, then frowns quizzically.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that.” He shrugs, tilting his head a little. It’s adorable, unfairly so. “People tell me I like to get a little… wild, sometimes.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up at that, the slight curve of his lip communicating to you exactly what he means.

“Sure.” You grin sarcastically at him, “If, by wild, you mean a wild cow.”

“Huh?” This seems to throw him off, and he just stares blankly at you for a while. When you don’t move to explain, his eyebrows shoot up a little, as though telling you to move it on.

“You were petting Max—my dog—on my lawn at literally 3 AM and, when I came outside, you mooed at me to assert your dominance.” You struggle to say with a straight face.

The man’s face whitens.

“You’re joking.” He deadpans, and you shake your head with incontestable smugness.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “I mean, if it makes you feel better, you did make a pretty cute cow. Up until you threw up on me, at least.”

“Oh my god.” He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. Suddenly, it’s like his switch has been flipped; the flippant, chill side of him’s been replaced by this serious, forlorn looking guy. “Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s cool.” You bat a hand at it, a little put off by the sudden change in his demeanor. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh!” His eyes widen and he sticks out his hand, grinning mutedly when you take it with amusement. “I’m Wong Yukhei, but you can call me Lucas!”

“Alright, Lucas, it’s nice to meet you.” You frown when you realize that’s not exactly accurate since you met each other out on the lawn before. Whatever. “I’m ________.”

“________!” He cheers enthusiastically, and he’s back— the beaming man from before. “Do you wanna get breakfast? It’ll be on me, like a – like an apology food thing!”

“Alright.” You can’t help but chuckle at his visible excitement. “But I can also make breakfast at home, y’know.”

“No.” He says staunchly, a faint crease forming near his brows.

“I mean, think about it.” You realize out loud, “You don’t have clothes to even change into, and we can’t both go out looking like sewer rats.”

“I don’t look like a sewer rat.” He says defensively. “Neither do you! …But, I guess I see your point.”

“You can treat me to breakfast another day.” You reassure him, “But I can make waffles or something for today.”

“O-kay.” He says petulantly, a little like a child, before something in his expression changes. “Wait, I know! I can cook for you!”

“I’m – it’s fine!” Your mouth fumbles around the words, “It’s totally okay, I can do it myself!”

“No, I insist.” His lips curl up the tiniest bit as he leans down lightly to look you in the eye. It’s all you can do not to screech and jump a foot in the air; your heart still rabbits hurriedly in your chest when his thumb gently runs along your hand. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

You can’t speak, mouth running dry at how close he is, oh shit, oh shit, it’s getting hot in here.

“Y-Yeah, okay.” You concede defeat, barely managing to scrape out the words. Your composure’s taking several hits from this guy, and you absolutely love hate it.

“Yay!” His mood does a complete 180 as he beams excitedly at you. “It’ll be the best breakfast you’ve ever had, mark my words!”

“Alright, alright, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” You grin at him, a little relaxed because of his sunny disposition, though it quickly falters when you realize—

“Uh, Lucas?”

“Yes?” He looks at you, eyes questioning.

“My hand, please.” You fight back the flush that threatens to overcome your cheeks. “You’ll need yours to – to cook and all. And stuff. Yeah.”

Smooth. Like tumbling down a mountain.

“Oh!” He quickly lets go of your hand, the warmth disappearing, much to your disappointment. He looks unfazed, though, not even the slightest bit concerned about holding your hand for so long. “Sorry ‘bout that!”

“It’s okay!” You say a little loudly, but that’s okay because Lucas is clearly louder, so he doesn’t think anything of it. When he waves lightly at you and sashays his way into the kitchen, you can finally slump over the door, hand finding the knob for balance.

Why do you always do this to yourself? Why couldn’t you just let him throw up on himself and freeze to death? Now you have to deal with Hot-Cute Guy cooking in your kitchen, in your house.

If there’s a god out there, end me now, please and thanks. You thunk your head lightly against the wall, before traipsing downstairs when it becomes evident that no bolt of lightning is forthcoming. Well, you figure, at least you’ll get some good food out of this.

  What you don’t count on is how terrible of a cook Lucas is.

Sure, it started out all nice, with him finding a spare apron that was never meant to see the light of the day. You don’t even know how he found it; you’re pretty sure you stashed it under a barrel of rice just so that you wouldn’t need to look at it. And, to be fair, it is a pretty horrifying apron; your friends decided to pitch in and collectively get it for you as an April Fool’s gift.

So, basically, Lucas wanders jauntily around your kitchen, knife held incorrectly in his hand, wearing an apron that has, in bright red block letters, FREE BUNS, BRING YOUR OWN HOT DOG, on the back.

Suffice to say, it’s a terrible omen.

“Um, Lucas?” You try, nervously eyeing the way he holds the knife (dangerously, dangerously close to the blade). “We c-could just make waffles, like I suggested?”

“No.” He says emphatically, mouth forming a pout. Which is unfair, really, because they look really, really soft and really, really tempting. “Look, ________, I’ve seen my roomie Mark do this shit all the time! It’ll be just fine, don’t worry about it. Besides, I wanna eat an omelet, they taste nice.”

Except, it’s not ‘just fine’. Not when he nearly runs a knife through his hand instead of through the goddamn onion. Not when he cracks eggshells into the pan the first two times. Not when he tries to add water to them to make them ‘a little runnier!’ and definitely not when he tries to flip them and—

They fucking fly up all the way to the ceiling and stay there.

“So. Um.” He finally says, after a companionable moment of disbelieving silence. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

The eggs choose that very moment to splat against the floor.

“…I would hope so.” You side-eye him pretty hard, and take no pity on him when his eyes grow as wide as a pup’s. “But you’re gonna clean this up while I make waffles—you know, like I said I would.”

He slinks off to get the cleaning supplies, as per your direction, and you turn around to hide your smirk.

  After breakfast, that day, Lucas reluctantly steps out of your house, hovering uncertainly by the threshold like a particular flea that doesn’t want to get out. Not that Lucas is a flea – of course not! – it’s just… it’s a little adorable, now that you think about it. He spends a whole ten minutes petting Max, rubbing his face with your baby’s and getting familiar with him. It’s only when you bodily shove him away that he walks sadly to your car—and the sight of it is more than a little amusing.

The drive back to his place is filled with (mostly inappropriate) jokes and debates about a TV show the both of you coincidentally enjoy watching. Lucas, unfortunately, has the complete opposite opinion of you on one of the character arcs—and this serves to be a pretty good point of discussion for the rest of the ride. He also makes more references than you would’ve thought possible to your cooking, calling it the Food of the Gods (!!!) multiple times (just to spite you, you bet).

When you finally drive up to his flat, however, Lucas looks like he’s been super-glued to his seat.

“Well?” You gesture, eyebrow raised. “Off you go then.”

“Yeah.” Lucas bites his lip in a rare show of uncertainty. “Could I have your phone number though?”

“Huh?”

“So I can call you!” He insists, wide eyes growing impossibly wider. “For coffee, like I said I would!”

You’re helpless to resist the look on his face and sigh, quickly grabbing his phone from his outstretched hand to punch in your number.

“There you go.” You say tiredly, smile half-present on your face, as you hand over the device. Holding back a shiver from when your fingers brush against each other, you let your smile grow a little wider, sharper. “And if you call me today, Lucas, I swear to god—”

“I won’t!” He promises, “Scout’s honor!”

“You weren’t ever a scout.” You squint at him, making his grin turn a little sheepish.

“You’re right, I wasn’t.” He admits bashfully, “But – in spirit – I am!”

You hold back a disbelieving snort and wave him off.

“No sooner than next week!” You command cheerfully, “Bye!”

“Byeee!!” Lucas decides to be a little shit about everything and blows you a flying kiss. You wrinkle your nose even as you roll up the windows and drive out. A small smile has made its way onto your lips again, and you chuckle to yourself.

This could prove to be interesting.

“Hey Kukas.” You greet cheerfully when he rolls up to the curb. The bright grin on his face immediately dissolves into a pout.

“_________, that was one time!” He complains as you slide into your seat, further sticking out his bottom lip when you buckle your seatbelt. It takes everything in you not to stare. “You’re being mean.”

“I’m pretty sure you would’ve figured that out by now.” You comment playfully, “You need at least one mean friend.”

“I have plenty.” He complains, driving out, “Everyone’s mean!”

“That’s not my problem, then.” You tease, “Choosing to surround yourself with meanies – it’s obviously your fault.”

Lucas looks solemnly at you.

You raise an eyebrow in turn.

“Alright, I give.” He says with a dramatic flourish, and you roll your eyes. “Anyway, how much do you like coffee?”

“I’d say a decent amount.” You shrug, “You know, considering we’re going to a café.”

“_________!” Lucas whines. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe you’ve only met him once, even if the two of you text religiously.

You throw your hands up in mock affront. “You make it too easy!”

“You’re lucky I’m nice.” He tells you solemnly, “You wouldn’t like me so much otherwise.”

“Oh yeah?” Your tone makes it clear that you don’t believe him, but he just laughs it off and tells you, with a perfectly straight face, that he’s forgotten the way to the coffee shop.

You might or might not threaten him with bodily harm after that one. Luckily, Google Maps is a thing, so he lives for yet another day.

When you turn up to the place, you’re a little taken aback by how plain it looks. No, seriously. It’s just a plain brown building with a small doorway in the front; though the door at least is a little interesting, with painted glass embedded in it.

Though you don’t voice it, you can’t help the soft bubble of disappointment in your chest. The way Lucas was going on about your coffee date outing, it sounded like it’d blow your mind. This is just… so plain.

Then, you resolve yourself with steely determination. No. You’re not going to do this; you’re going inside for coffee, sure, but mostly for the company – which hasn’t disappointed do far. Even if you’d never admit it outright.

“Everything okay?” Lucas, who’s already gotten out of the car, ducks his head inside, looking at you with wide, concerned eyes. A part of you briefly debates the merit of throwing caution to the wind and kissing him now, at this very moment, but you quash it down quickly.

“Yeah.” You manage a passable smile, sliding out of the car and slamming the door shut. “Lead the way.”

 The room inside isn’t actually so bad. It’s colored a soft cream on the walls, and the dark tiled floors complement them well. There’s a counter in the front – reminiscent of any coffee shop – and chairs and tables are scattered over the floor area available.

All in all, it seems very homely.

The man tending to the counter only affirms the thought in your mind. He looks up with a sweet smile that only grows broader at the sight of Lucas, and he quickly wipes his hands on the towel tucked neatly ‘round his waist.

“Lucas!” He greets happily, leaning over the counter for a hug as you watch on bemusedly. “You haven’t dropped in for a while now.”

“Sorry, Taeil hyung.” Interestingly enough, Lucas seems oddly bashful, which is something you’ve never imagined he’d be. “The past couple of weeks have been… hectic to say in the least.”

“Oh, yes, I know.” Taeil nods knowingly, “Mark was complaining about it, all of yesterday.”

“Yeah, it’s… annoying.” Lucas huffs out a laugh, and you shuffle a little awkwardly in place now. He seems to notice, because he suddenly takes your hand up, “Anyway! This is _______, and this is her first time here!”

“It’s nice to meet you, ________.” Taeil greets kindly, and you smile weakly back at him, “I’m Moon Taeil – the owner of this café. I’m sorry if Lucas annoys you too much, but you’ll eventually learn to tune him out, I’m sure.”

“That’s true!” Someone calls from the kitchen, though you can’t see them; a tiny chuckle rips from your throat at that, “It all becomes white noise, eventually!”

“Hey!” Lucas yells annoyedly, “Shut up Yuta!”

“Oh my  –  the disrespect!”

“Sorry, my bad; shut up, Yuta hyung!”

Taeil sighs—a long-suffering sigh and really, you can only imagine what he’s been through—before he turns to you.

“What would you like?” He asks finally, “I imagine you guys came here for coffee; not just for Lucas to introduce you.”

“We’re here for coffee, alright.” You agree quickly, though you can’t hold back a cursory, “I highly doubt he’d just come to introduce me; we’ve only recently met, after all.”

“Oh!” Taeil looks surprised, “You aren’t dating?”

You color at that, and Lucas jumps into the conversation like he’s never left.

“Taeil hyung!” He complains, throwing his hands up. If you look closely, you can see the faint pink stretching across his cheeks as well, “You’re – that’s – aren’t you – we’re not dating!”

“Excellent defense.” A man with straw-colored, silky hair comes from behind Taeil, resting his hip against the counter. “Top notch.”

You look at his nametag: Yuta☆.

“He’s very good at that.” You agree, eyes still tracking the nametag with interest until Yuta clears his throat.

“My face is up here, you know.” He teases amusedly, making your face flush.

“Yuta!” Lucas smacks his arm multiple times, eyes hard, “No flirting with the customers!”

Yuta rolls his eyes and pushes away from the counter. “We should just ban him, Taeil hyung.”

“We’re not banning Lucas from the café, Yuta.” Taeil sighs, like the line’s been well-rehearsed. “Lucas; don’t get jealous and shower your inability to act on your feelings on Yuta. Now,” He turns to you, smile still affixed to his face. It suddenly seems a lot more intimidating, and you shrink back the slightest bit, “What would you guys like to have?”

It takes a couple of thinly barbed insults flying between Lucas and Yuta for the two of you to finally collect your drinks and retire to the other side of the room—just so that Yuta can’t hear, according to Lucas. It takes the same amount of time for you to realize exactly what Taeil implied.

“So…” You take a hesitant sip of your iced macchiato—excellent quality by the way, you take back everything bad you thought about this place— watching wryly as Lucas takes a large gulp of his hot chocolate. “Are you and Yuta… okay?”

Not exactly what you wanted to ask, but you tell yourself you’ll just breach the topic slowly. Natural progression and all that.

Lucas looks a little surprised by your line of questioning, but quickly relaxes, eyes crinkling familiarly.

“We’re just fine!” He laughs, “We just like to annoy each other, s’all. He’s really like a big brother to me… but a shittier one than Taeil hyung, obviously.”

“Ah.” You say shortly, then curse yourself internally. Stellar response you’ve got going there! “Um, where did the three of you meet? At the café?”

Still not what you wanted to ask, damn it.

“College!” He answers brightly, barely remembering to gulp down his drink before answering. You’re just glad he did. “Yuta was a dance major, and I met him because I took some dance electives for fun! Taeil hyung already knew me through my littlest bro, Mark.”

By this point, you know better than to think Mark’s his actual brother.

“Cool.” You let out, then realize that you don’t actually know what Lucas does. “Wait, what’s your job again…?”

“Oh!” Lucas’ smile dims just a bit, but you already hate yourself for it. “I forgot I didn’t tell you. Sorry, that was dumb of me. I’m a producer.”

Your eyes widen, mouth parting in surprise. “That’s really cool!”

The muted smile on Lucas’ lips immediately brightens.

“Yeah, you think so?” He beams back, “Most people just think it’s a waste of time and too risky.”

That would explain the sudden drop of his shoulders when you asked.

“It’s not, it’s really admirable. You’re doing something you love!” You shove lightly at his arm, “More importantly…”

Lucas’ eyes are wide, innocently probing, trusting. He looks at you, and all you want to do is keep gazing back at him, at the bright hazel ringed by soft cocoa. But, you can’t. You need to ask him the actual, pertinent, question.

“Taeil was saying…” You lick your lips, hesitant. “That your work has been really hectic?”

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell.

“Ooh yes.” Lucas nods solemnly, head falling onto the table with a soft thump. His cup is pushed a little to the side, and you quickly hope it doesn’t fall. “We’re supposed to be working with this new co-ed group which is – y’know – a little risky, as always. The only problem is that their manager is an absolute bitch.”

“Sounds pretty bad.” You agree, sympathetic, even as your brain screams at you to ask the actual question, idiot! “I can relate.”

“You have a shitty boss too?” Lucas looks hopefully at you, face falling when you shake your head.

“Not exactly, since I am the shitty boss.” You grin lightly, “I just have really shitty customers.”

“Don’t call the animals shitty!” He cries, aghast. The words are a bit louder than they should be, and you glance nervously to where Taeil continues to re-organize shelves, seemingly used to Lucas’ shenanigans.

“I meant their owners, dumbass.” You chuff him lightly on the shoulder. “Want me to tell you about the time someone asked me a really dumb question?”

“There’s no such thing as a dumb question.” Lucas sticks his nose up in the air haughtily and, with a growing smile, you set about schooling him.

  It takes you a full one and a half weeks for you to even try bringing up that question again. It’s been niggling away at your mind this entire time though, of course it has; and you can’t even be blamed for it because anyone would feel the same way.

You spend nearly half an hour whining about your life problems to Max, uncaring of his disinterested face, before recalling that Max is a dog and, therefore, can’t actually speak back to you. You’d call your best friend, but you know they’d probably just laugh at you, and you can’t take the humiliation of it just yet.

So, sadly, you wallow. You aren’t sure for how long, exactly, but you kind of mope around even when you go to work. When a co-worker jokingly says that your mood is even bringing down the pets, you nearly burst into tears on the spot.

This is a situation that is clearly in dire need of fixing.

It is on one boring weekend evening that you make up your mind. Determined, even as you lie haphazardly in bed, you grab at your phone, and decide to talk things out. Well, more correctly: text. You and Lucas have been doing that religiously, at the very least, so it’s not like you’ll be bringing it up out of nowhere.

You bite your lip anxiously at the end of it all, cursing yourself for unloading onto him like that. He probably thinks you’re an idiot now, or something. You should’ve never opened your dumb, fat mouth.

Almost pitifully, Max whines from the door like he knows how you’re feeling. Your eyes sting, and you smile shakily as you reluctantly slide off the bed to reach him, bending down to run your hands through his soft fur.

“I’ve really fucked up this time, Max.” You admit softly, voice cracking. Inhaling sharply, you rub slightly at your eyes, deciding to own up to it… even if it hurts. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now.”

Still, your eyes well up with unwanted tears. It’s unfair how much Lucas has come to mean to you in such a short amount of time. You’ve always been told you get emotionally attached to people, but it’s only now that you’re really regretting everyone being right about it.

“How about we go downstairs and get you a treat, eh?” You murmur softly to him, chancing a glance at your phone with something like a dull hope thudding in your chest. It quickly falls, though, when you see he hasn’t messaged back.

Disheartened, you trudge back downstairs to get Max his treats and to get yourself a pity-tub of ice cream. You put on a random movie, more interested in mechanically shoveling the sweet into your mouth than watching it.

And, through it all, the screen still stubbornly remains black.

  Your eyes dart open with a jolt as you nearly fall off the bed. The TV’s still running, the muted sounds of Deadpool’s constant jabbering fading to the background with the force of your headache.

Fuck. You should’ve at least eaten something.

But your appetite was entirely shot for a reason, wasn’t it?

Sighing, you allow your shoulders to slump, eyes blearily tracking the screen. Deadpool’s easily one of your favorite movies, yet you can’t even muster up the energy to pretend to be interested. That’s when your mind finally kickstarts into place, and you finally hear the constant sound of the doorbell being jammed over and over.

“I’m coming!” You call, though the sentence quickly dies in the back of your throat to pave way for abject terror. It’s easily past ten in the night; who could possibly be trying to get into your house so urgently? A serial killer?

Carefully, you stalk your way to your foyer, ignoring the warning bells chiming forebodingly in the back of your mind. Curiously fitting your eye over the peephole, you nearly shriek at the sight of Lucas’ tired face staring back at you.

The doorbell keeps ringing.

Sighing in relief, you brace yourself against the wall before making to open the door. Then, you realize that it being Lucas doesn’t make your situation much better.

So, you take the coward’s way out.

“Lucas!” You call, mouth dry, “What – what do you need?”

You make a tiny sound in the back of your throat when Lucas hears you and stops murdering the bell switch. Your heart, though, still rabbits away in your chest, making you want to curl up into a tiny ball.

“I wanted to talk!” He yells through the door, “Open up!”

“Uh, I – I can’t!” You flounder uselessly, searching for an argument, “I’m, uh, on my period!”

Silence. Your face slowly burns with shame, and you wonder why Death hasn’t come to take you into its embrace yet.

“________, we both know that’s not true.” You feel like he’s frowning—which seems impossible, since you’ve hardly ever seen him do that, “Let me in, please?”

“No.” Your voice cracks, and you slump down the wall, drawing your knees in. “I can’t. Go away.”

The words weigh heavily in the air, and you can hear Lucas sigh, before a thump sounds down.

“Well, then I can’t leave.” He counters smoothly, like it’s the logical thing to do – which it isn’t. “C’mon.”

“No.” You say shortly, and that’s that.

The silence continues for a good five minutes, during which tears have gathered in your eyes and begun trailing down your cheeks. You don’t know what to do, but your chest tightens at the thought of Lucas leaving.

You don’t want to be alone and, yet, you feel like you might deserve exactly that.

“Lucas?” You croak out hesitantly, unable to hold back a sniffle. “Are you… are you still there?”

“Yeah.” His voice comes out small, smaller than you’ve ever heard, smaller than it should be. “Can I come in now?”

You don’t answer verbally, lifting yourself up on shaky legs to grasp the doorknob and tug. The door swings outward, but you only see the dusty tips of Lucas’ shoes, not allowing yourself to actually look at him.

The sound of the door opening attracts Max, who bounds past you to playfully paw at Lucas’ pants, and you want to cry some more because you’ve essentially lost this, because Lucas has come in person to tell you what a terrible person you are.

“Hey, boy.” Lucas speaks softly, “Why don’t you go over to your doghouse for a bit, yeah? I’ve gotta talk to your mom, here.”

You don’t look.

Soft hands cup your cheeks, but you still don’t look. Can’t. Not even when twin thumbs gently trace over your skin almost reverently, not when a quiet sigh sounds out.

“________.” Lucas’ voice is firm, unlike ever before. “Look at me.”

You shake your head to the best of your ability, letting out another sad sniffle.

“Babe,” Lucas finally says, and that catches your attention, “Look at me.”

When you finally bring yourself to look, you see none of the disgust or anger you’d imagined marring his face. Instead, it’s entrusted with a youthful, sweet smile that’s, strangely enough, directed towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracks, and you don’t feel deserving of all that kindness. “I shouldn’t have sent you that message, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be dumb.” Lucas grins, “That’s my thing. Besides, if you didn’t do that, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Before you can question, in your teary state, what Lucas was referring to, he swoops down quickly, pressing his lips softly to yours.

You blink in astonishment, before an odd twist of fear and hope ignites in your chest.

“Lucas,” You start weakly, shaking your head again, “Lucas no. I d-don’t want you to force yourself for m-me. It’s okay, I can… I can just learn to not feel anything for you anymore, so don’t… don’t lead me on.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you!” Lucas looks shocked, aghast. His palm cups your cheek, still, while his other hand has found purchase at your hip. “You know I wouldn’t. Taeil hyung was right that day, but I just… didn’t want to seem like I was coming onto you too strong or something.”

You can’t speak.

“I’m sorry,” His gaze is earnest, bright, “I didn’t mean to make you feel this way, _______, I swear.”

“You’re not… you’re not pulling my leg, here, are you?” You manage to say, just to make sure. The hope weighs heavy in your chest. “Y-You really mean it?”

“I do.” Lucas nods, unusually grim, before a familiar smile lights up his face, “Now, c’mere and give me a kiss, please?”

You smile shakily and cup his cheek, before teasingly pressing your lips to the soft skin there. Some of the trembling in your arms has abated at the sight of his betrayed expression, and a wet giggle leaves your lips when he catches you around the waist in retaliation.

“A proper kiss!” He insists, turning you around and leaning in close, breath fanning over your lips, “To mark the start of our beautiful relationship!”

And, for the first time, you do as you’re told with absolutely no objections.

Written By: Midnight!

[huangfilms]

2. “It reminded me of you.” + PRINCE!YUKHEI

→ requested by: a very lovely anon hehe <3

→ word count / warnings: 371 words / none !!!! 

→ a/n: here is the second installment of this challenge! i really hope you guys don’t mind me making these short and sweet! thank you for requesting and i love you all!

→ 100 ways to say I Love You masterlist / milestone post

→ other works

Yukhei decided that after he left his royal council meeting, he would come and visit you. He took a deep breath before leaving the room, and starting to walk on the way to your cottage.

“Prince Yukhei! It’s fancy seeing you here!” the flower shop owner says, “where do you plan on going?”

He stops to grin at the kind lady before saying, “I’m off to see my wonderful lover.” With that comment, the flower shop owner asks if he would like to buy you flowers, and he picked a nice bundle that was almost as beautiful as you.

When Yukhei buys these flowers, he thinks about your beautiful smile and your kind heart, and he wishes to be with you all of the time. He can’t help but pick up the pace of his walk just to so he can see you sooner.

Yukhei reaches your door, flowers in hand, and he’s ready to knock on the wood when the door swings open, revealing you. He jumps back a little, surprised at the sudden movement of the door, but breaks out into a smile nonetheless.

You look shocked to see him at your home since you were informed that he wouldn’t be visiting until later. You stood frozen at the door in a comfortable silence until you break it, “what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming for a few hours?”

He only shrugs and it isn’t until then that you notice the bouquet of flowers in his arms.

“What are these for?” you ask.

Yukhei beams up at you, “it reminded me of you.”

Your heart warms and you feel an overwhelming amount of love spread through your chest. “You really shouldn’t have, but thank you, angel,” you motion for him to come inside, “come in! Let’s drink some tea and you can tell me all about your day.”

You move out of the way to let him in, and you feel a light pressure on your cheek, making you blush and hold the spot where he kissed, when he wasn’t looking. You closed the door with heat in your ears and shy grin on your face, knowing that today, was going to be a great day.

[jaeyong-sucker]

HOLIDAY • LUCAS

PAIRING: Wong Yukhei x Male Reader 

GENRE: Smut, Some Fluff

WARNINGS: Insecurities (Mentioned but not specified)

SUMMARY: Sex deprived Lucas and Y/N having sex first thing in the morning. 

Note: I tried making this fic more intimate than my other ones and… I hope you enjoy reading! Feedback is always appreciated. ^~^ 

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It's warm. 

You are currently sitting in front of the fireplace of the cabin you and your husband, Lucas, bought over two months ago. You both agreed to buy this cabin as a place for you to spend your vacation or just small breaks from your hectic jobs. Well, maybe mostly Lucas's. Being the husband of a hardworking CEO and having your job as a fulltime model could be depriving both of you physically. Although you couldn't spend much time with each other in person, you always kept in touch through those video calls and small dates when you had time. 

But today would be completely different. You both decided to spend your vacation and dedicate time only for each other. You couldn't even remember when was the last time you've become physically intimate. Probably half a month ago? A year? Crazy, you think. And it would be crazier if you won't become intimate this time at all. You woke up earlier to have Lucas by your side snoring loudly, whilst hugging the human sized pillow tightly. As much as you want to tear the pillow he seems to be attached to, you don't want to wake him up and have a grumpy husband giving you soft glares. Besides, it's been a while since he has slept this well.

Back to the fireplace, you admire the soft blanket sprawled over the mat on the floor, which adds warmth beneath you. Your back leaning against the front skirt of the sofa, which is equally soft and velvety to Lucas's preference. Perfect for fucking, as he says. You loosen the garter around the waistband of your robe as you felt hotter sitting in front of a fireplace for God knows how long. It's still different, though. Lucas's warmth feels warmer and a hundredfold better than the heat of the fireplace. Especially when your bare skins come in contact, that's one of your favorites for sure. 

Just the thought of him cuddling you makes you very impatient and want to pull him from the bed and melt into him. Just as you were about to stand up from your spot, a raspy voice called your attention and you could tell that person had just woken up. 

"Hi." Lucas comes from the kitchen with a large mug of hot choco in hand. There he is. Clad in tight Calvin Klein boxers that make you salivate on the spot. That beautiful face to die for. His big, strong arms. Those broad shoulders. His stomach that is beautifully ripped. Those firm pecs and chiseled thighs. You do not miss the faint purple marks scattered all over his neck and chest, some even on his abs and thighs. A reminder (apart from the wedding ring) that Lucas is yours alone and no one else's. Such an amazing thing to see first thing in the morning. 

"Join me, please." You pouted and made grabby arms towards your husband, who coos at the sight. He first takes the camera settled on the table and takes a photo of your cute form. He grins satisfyingly at the view he's just captured. A photo of you sitting with your legs in a W position. One side of your robe sliding down past your shoulder exposing the expanse of skin with purple marks all over your collarbone and neck. Your eyes almost resemble a begging kitten's that only fake ears are missing. 

"Move a bit, baby." He settles the mug of chocolate on the table near you and fixes himself on the space you made from moving farther from the sofa. He pulls you closer as soon as he settles comfortably behind you and gets the mug back and brings it closer to your lips to give you a taste of the sweet liquid. As you sip from the mug, you notice the arms of your husband wrapped around your body begin to tighten and you feel delicate sniffs and kisses placed on your head. You both hum in satisfaction as you found the warmth you've been craving for. The warmth you were deprived of for months. 

You placed your head above Lucas's shoulder and you smile up at him to see him returning the smile, only brighter and with his eyes forming crescents. His smile is such a refreshing sight to you. You both know he goes all out when he works, whether it be a small project or an important event, and it could be exhausting for most. However, he never loses his bright smile no matter how tired he is. It amazes you how he keeps his smile even though you weren't always with him physically to cheer him up. 

Lucas places a soft kiss on your forehead and makes a cute noise of contentment. That kiss on your forehead leads to kisses all over your face. Some are wet, but you don't mind, though. Instead you close your eyes as you enjoy the plump lips touching your skin and anticipate for the next kisses. Being this close to your husband matters the most to you.

"I miss this, baby." He finally speaks up and you look at him with full attention. He continues. "I miss being this close to you. Been a while, hasn't it?" He watches you delightfully. 

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this to happen. I've scratched the walls of our bedroom when you're at work." You both laugh at your statement and reminisce how those late night emotional video calls lead to phone sex.

"But now we're here. No interruptions." He softly said as you adjust yourself to sit on his lap and place your head on his chest to hear the calm beating of his heart. "Just the two of us alone here and we can have…", he pauses and you look at him blushing brightly, both of you knowing what he is talking about. He continues, "sex whenever we want, however we want to, wherever we want to. Even outside, but not now… it's snowing for fuck's sake." He blushes more, his whole face and ears being a shade of red. 

"We can be as loud as we want and we can do it as many times as we want. No one can hear us. It's just you and me in our world." He finishes with a quick peck on your lips, followed by a long, passionate kiss that left the both of you heaving for air as soon as you both parted. Knowing where this leads, you place the mug away from you and straddle his lap. He looks at you endearingly and pulls you lower and has your lips dancing against his. You both move in symphony, enjoying the plumpness of each other's lips and the moment together. 

Not long after, the sweet kiss turned aggressive, with Lucas holding either side of your jaw and you pulling on the hair at the back of his head; the want of each other getting stronger as time passes. You both pull out for a few good seconds before resuming locking lips with each other, both of you now having your lips swollen and saliva on your lips to your chins. 

The kiss gets more heated once you started grinding against Lucas, who turned hard which was evident by the obvious bulge and the wet spot on his gray boxers. He grinds against you in return and notices your robe sliding off. He assists you in removing the robe and admires your body once it has been thrown across the room. He moans as he sees your body covered with old purple marks on the same spots he has sucked on before. He salivates upon seeing your tiny waist and your peeking, leaking erection that is barely hidden by your short skirt, which he stripped off you.

Heavy, shaky breathing and moaning filled the room as you enjoyed each other's bodies. Lucas's face is planted on your chest as he sucks and nips on the sensitive nipples that arouse everytime he plays with them. Your hands are tangled with his hair as you grind your erection harder on his clothed cock. As need takes over you, you desperately tug at the waistband of his boxers, to which he automatically responds by sliding them off and kicking them somewhere (hopefully not on the furnace since that is his favorite pair). 

You hurriedly fetch the lube and the box of condoms. Lucas swiftly yet properly wears the condom on his monstrous cock while you squirt some lube on your fingers to stretch your hole (which was stretched by a butt plug earlier). You eagerly line up your hole as soon as Lucas coats his cock with lube. You hold on to Lucas's shoulders as you lower yourself, knowing the first minutes of the intrusion would hurt. 

"Fuck. I literally forgot how… b-big you actually are." You whimper shakily as you struggle in lowering yourself down Lucas's thick shaft; feeling so full when it's actually just the big cock head that made a smooth yet painful intrusion in your ass. 

"Shhh. Take your time, alright? We're not in a rush, don't worry." Lucas reassures, his voice ever so fondly while holding one side of your hip with one hand to stabilize your body hovering over his. His other hand holds his cock upright which is slowly hugged by your warm walls. He whispers words of praise and encouragement as you take him fully at a staggeringly slow time. You broke down to a cry once he is fully inside you. The pain was one thing but the thought of making love with your husband again makes you more emotional, to which Lucas swiftly responds by a gentle, reassuring kiss. 

You catch Lucas's lips and reciprocate just how he loves it. Slow yet passionate. You both take your time savoring each other's lips and bodies as you adjust to your husband's length. Occasional gasps and whimpers interrupted the kiss as you tested the waters by moving slightly to his shaft and gained a stinging stretch in return, making Lucas shake you by the shoulder. 

"Don't rush, okay, baby? Move when you're ready and you'll be taking control, hm?" He whispers, voice deep and soft and calming. He wraps his arms around you and slowly rubs all over your back, feeling all the warmth he has been longing for so long. He nuzzles into your warm chest before leaving delicate kisses all over the place, adoring the soft pale skin that he loves touching. 

He suddenly looks up at you with his big puppy eyes when he feels you grind against him. You nod as a confirmation and hold onto him tightly, then begin grinding slowly against him. You look at each other with half lidded eyes that shine with eagerness for each other. With both hands, you cup his face and admire the handsome sight below you. His large doe eyes below his thick eyebrows. His high nose that is strong and masculine in contrast with his innocent looking eyes. Those lips full and luscious and his sculpted jaw that complete the perfect face of your man. Your man. You smile internally, ever grateful and feeling blessed to have this perfect man by your side forever. 

He tilts his head upwards and looks at you adoringly. He takes in the sight of you hovering above him. "So perfect," he whispers in a volume loud enough for you to hear. "Beautiful, my beautiful Y/N," he continues before hugging you tighter to feel more of you. He always wonders how you complain to him and rant about how insecure you are with a certain feature of yours. No matter how much you hide yourself, he wonders how such a beautiful person feels ashamed of himself. He saw past those scars and sees how perfect you always are sans all the makeup you apply on your body. 

You indulge yourself in feeling Lucas inside you. His member keeping you full and hitting you in the right places that gave out sweet pleasure. His hands held you tightly, caressing your slender waist he absolutely loves. He groans in satisfaction, relishing how he feels this good, which he never felt in months. "Fuck, baby. You make me feel so good," he loudly moans, his breath hitting your lips which are not that far from yours. Those beautiful lips. Fuck, he wants more. 

He leans up and captures your lips. The kiss no longer needy and in search of lust. You both move in a way to make sure the other is satisfied, special, rather. You both hum in contentment at how sweet the kiss goes. Everything feels just right. The warmth. The kiss. The sex. Lucas. Yes, with Lucas everything feels safe and right. Your sunshine, your world. You both moan into the kiss, the both of you swallowing each other's sounds of delight, reacting to how your bodies melt into each other. Every small touch that tingles sweetly. 

Lucas begins thrusting in you as soon as you fall limp from exhaustion. He holds you firmly and hits you in that sweet, special spot that every thrust pulls a resonant moan from your throat. "Let me make you feel good," he growls loudly as he speeds up just in the speed and intensity and depth you love. He smirks internally, loving the way your screams of pleasure could go past the cabin's walls. He moans loudly as well, loving the way your tightness feels warm and heavenly around him. 

Not long after, loud moans and whimpers and skin slapping resounded in the room. Profanities and praises being screamed and getting louder as each second goes by. Your breaths become rapid and you hug Lucas tightly as you feel that familiar wave about to hit you. Tears brimmed your eyes and your hands traveled to Lucas's hair and you pulled him closer to your chest as you released onto the tight gap between your bodies, which are pressed together tightly. 

Lucas moves speedily under you. He holds you closely, but not too harsh to the point that your waist bruises, and thrusts unforgivingly as he chases his high, not forgetting to hit you in the prostate once in a while. His thrusts become sloppy and languid and he begins screaming your name as he releases his warm seed in the condom. He moans out your name and presses his sweaty forehead against your equally sweaty chest as his body shakes from the intensity of his orgasm. He occasionally bucks up his hips, riding out the remains of his orgasm and spilling more of his load. 

He perks up his head and shows you those needy eyes that make your heart flutter. You giggle before leaning down to press your lips against his, to which he responds by eagerly sucking on your lips. Enjoying the softness and sweetness of your lips accompanied by the euphoric orgasm you both just had. The both of you hum in contentment, having your first sex in what felt like decades and feeling blissful, smiling to the kiss. You both part for air, breathlessly panting and smirking at how swollen both your lips have become. You both stare at each other lovingly, taking in each other's features in admiration. 

Lucas snaps of his daze upon seeing you yawn and your eyelids drooping. Slowly, he pulls out of you and carefully lies you on the blanketed floor. He pulls away the condom, ties it and tosses it on the nearest bin. He then rushes into the bathroom and returns with a damp towel and another blanket after cleaning himself up. He giggles upon seeing your face forming a cute pout as he knows how whiny you could get from the loss of physical contact. He also takes a mental note to draw a warm bath later. 

He sits beside you after cleaning all the sweat and cum from your body. Then, he lifts you and carefully lines you over his semi-erect cock, then slowly guides you down until you're fully warming his length. He grabs the blanket and drapes it over you. You could feel the warm grasp of your husband's arms enveloping you, and you can't help but lean further into Lucas despite your bodies being completely pressed together. He presses a kiss against your forehead before speaking up. 

"How are you, babe?" He asks, his eyes showing sweet sincerity. 

"So good. You made me feel so good. Just the way I love it." You winked.

"You were good, too. I mean, better than the last time." 

"I can't even remember when we last had sex." You chuckle.

"Me, too. But I remember how it went. So wild and crazy and wet. But it was great. I had you screaming my name all day long." He smirks. 

"You screamed mine today a lot, don't forget. It makes me imagine how submissive you would be if I take full control." You smirk in return, observing Lucas's face morph into subtle shock at the idea and you don't miss the way he gulped. 

"You know that can't happen … mommy?" He responds then he turns to a chuckling mess that halted when you wrapped a hand across his neck. He turns shocked, yet amused at this new thing happening. 

"You're so pretty like this, good boy." You mock and flash a cocky grin, seeing how your beast-like husband turned into a puppy with your hand around his neck. Oh, to have a leash around that beautiful neck. 

He shakes his head out of your hand and hides his madly blushing face on your shoulder. "Shut up, Wong Y/N." He whimpers and you chuckle darkly. You get excited in thinking of making your sweet moments spicier and definitely to Lucas's liking and enjoyment. You conjure different scenarios of you and Lucas being dirty and kinky in every place in this cabin. 

Yes, they'll happen. You both will have just the best and most memorable vacation ever. 

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Happy Holidays! This fic came out later than expected but I think it's just fine. Just think of it as my gift to you for the last day of the year lmao. So, Happy Hoelidays and Happy New Year! 

LOVE LOVE LOVE.

- jaeyong_sucker ^~^

[what-if-nct]

Hendery: Do you ever look at someone and wonder where did all of their self respect go?

Kun: *staring at Ten* Every single day.

Xiaojun: That's every time I look into mirror as I'm in the bathroom eating a family size lasagna by myself.

Kun: Why are you eating in the bathroom?

Xiaojun: To hide from Lucas.

Kun: Why are you hiding from Lucas?

Xiaojun: You won't understand.

*later that night*

Lucas: *knocking on the bathroom door* Just let me have one bite.

Xiaojun: *cradling the lasagna and crying in the tub* Just let me have this to myself. You already ate the other lasagna!

Lucas: But I'm hungry!

Xiaojun: *crying harder* You're always hungry!

[doeilovr]

WAYV AS MAFIAS

request: hiii idk if you are open for request but can i request wayv as mafias?? (idk it could be a reaction or anything :3 which is easier for you) thank you! (if it isn't open, ignore this idea jajajajjaj)

disclaimer: I don't want to romanticize the idea of the mafia or portray it as a something good, please know that! don't take this seriously, it's solely based on tv and has nothing to do with the real wayv members either!

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KUN:

・ Kun would be the loyal side kick, the boss' left and right hand.. he'd know everything and everyone and he'd be well respected and feared

・ you'd be as scared of him when you'd find yourself in a hail of bullets in the diner you'd work at.. next thing you'd know Kun would appear behind you, dragging you out of the diner and into his car

・ "who are you? What do you want? What's going on?" All these questions but Kun wouldn't budge a bit.. "I'm gonna take you to a motel, where you can stay until it's safe"..

・ "safe?" you'd shout at him as he would bring the car to a halt.. "listen", he'd lean over and take hold of your shoulders, "go inside and stay there until I'll come and get you... you have nothing to do with this and I couldn't forgive myself if you got hurt, now go"

・ you'd wait almost all night, sitting in the corner of your room.. the door would swing open and fall shut again, a blood drenched but exhausted Kun walking in and kneeling down in front of you.. "come on, I'll take you home"

TEN:

・ Ten would be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.. he'd the be type no one wanted as his enemy, he'd be feared and famous for his teasing smirk before he went in for a kill

・ one night, as you’d be walking down the street you'd almost get robbed, it would be Ten to save you... you immediately knew who he was without having ever seen him

・ “What are you doing all alone at night my darling”, he would say in a dark, yet sweet tone, “you know there are some bad men out here.”

・ "But you won’t hurt me”, you’d counter, Ten’s smirk fading. “Why’s that?”.. you'd swallow, his sharp gaze studying you.. "Because you’re a good person".. and that would be the beginning of a long and adventurous journey for you ;)

HENDERY:

・ Hendery would be the head of the Security, always making sure his team and his boss were traveling and living safely.. he'd be dead serious, up all night and living basically off of caffeine.. until he got hired to watch over you

・ at first you wouldn't be able to get through to him, but the more time passed the more he'd open up to you and you'd finally get to know him

・ hendery would have a soft spot for you and when things got really dangerous he'd even take a bullet for you, before he would take down the bad guys all on his own.. and even after his job of watching over you would be officially finished, he'd still stay by your side and even confess his love to you uwu

YANGYANG:

・ YangYang would be responsible for weapons and and fighting.. he usually spent his time training new recruits and teaching them how to defend themselves and how to kill

・ he was strong and quiet, as the time he served in military at young age would have scarred him in different ways.. he would've almost given up on his chance of getting over his past, but then you would join the team

・ he'd train with you all day and all night and slowly you'd start to talk to each other and find out about each other's past.. somehow you'd be like a remedy to YangYang and at some point he'd give in to his urge to hide his feelings and you could take your relationship to the next level (I'm on the n-e-x-t level.. I'm sorry)

XIAOJUN:

・Xiaojun would be the newest member of the mafia at the time you met.. you'd be the daughter of the boss and cross paths with him every now and then, either when he'd be in the gym trying to perfect his fighting skills or when he would join you and your dad at dinner

・ that's how you'd get to know each other.. but when one day someone would break into your mansion and you'd have to hide, Xiaojun would quickly find you and save you from the intruder

・ that would make a good impression on your father and he'd offer Xiaojun to be your personal bodyguard.. which would be perfect as you two would've realized you had feelings for each other

・ this way Xiaojun could protect you and be with you all day to show you his love and affection (😪)

WINWIN:

・ Winwin would be like a secret weapon or the ace amongst the mafia.. he'd be the smartest yet the quietest.. something which drew you to him the second he'd introduce himself to the new trainees (which included you)

・ you'd train night and day and try your best to impress Winwin (which was harder than you'd expect)

・ you'd become partners and go on missions together to watch over some suspicious clients of your organization.. it'd be strange though as Winwin would be very focused on finding a specific person.. the killer of his family

・ he'd have to tell you the truth about his past at some point and somehow it would be something you'd bond over.. you'd promise to find the killer of his family with him and that you would do.. on the way would be many challenges, but the more time would pass the closer you'd get

・until the point Winwin had the suspect right in front of him but would still chose to save you instead as you would have gotten injured in the process.. he'd realize there'd be more to his life than revenge and that would be you aw

LUCAS:

・ at first Lucas wasn't excited to watch over you.. it'd be a task he would have been forced to do as he had a lot to make up for ruining a mission in the past..

・ but the more he'd watch you, the more he'd find himself smiling over your cute antics and he'd try his very best to make you smile too.. he'd want you to feel as safe as possible with him.. in the beginning you wouldn't trust him, but you too would change your mind after a while as you'd realize how sweet and caring Lucas would be

・ it'd be a matter of time until you'd fall in love and when you weren't in danger any more, Lucas would change his profession so he could be with you

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a/n: anon the biggest apology for the delay.. I don't even know if you remember requesting this! I hope you enjoy it though <3

tag list: @shrutiajit

[joyfools]

[➳] ᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴏғ ɢɪғᴛs ᴡᴀʏᴠ ᴏғғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

[➳]𝐾𝑢𝑛: Gifts with meaning, every gift Kun gives has a special meaning, a key chain with a rainbow means the day you met, when it was raining and sunny creating a rainbow and he shared an umbrella with you, a red coat symbolizes yours second date when you ended up tearing your coat while trying to get a plushie from the high shelf of the store. That are simple gifts, nothing too expensive, but Kun always makes sure to add something or a special event to it, sometimes is occasions you don't even remember.

[➳]𝘛𝘦𝘯: personalized gifts, gifts that he makes for you himself, drawing your initials and his in a wallet or just designing a dress that has his touch in it.

[➳]𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘪𝘯: Apology gifts, gifts he buys when he needs to apologize after a discussion, expensive gifts to try to make you forgive him , as he is not very good with words he hopes that gifts and gestures shows how much he loves you

[➳] 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴: matching gifts, gifts he buys just like his own, because he thinks it's cute that you guys are matched, he loves to wear matching clothes because that shows too everyone that you're with him.

[➳]𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰𝘫𝘶𝘯: Cute gifts, gifts that are unnecessary but he buys them because he thinks they're cute, like a panda-shaped lamp or food-shaped erasers, he gives to you but he's the one who always ends up using everything.

[➳]𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘺: Gifts for no reason, gifts that are bought after Hendery walks by a store and sees something he thinks will look good on you, he always comes with the biggest smile in the world, holding the gift as the most precious thing in the world, always says “I found something that will look great on you” and always ignores you when you complain about him always buying stuff.

[➳]𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨: Arcade gifts, when he goes to play with his friends at the arcades and always tries to get the stuffed toys for you from the claw machine, he spends hours trying to get them, refusing to leave without grabbing something, even if the cybercafe need to close doors, starts pouting if he don´t catch something and apologize a lot to you, you have to pet him and tell him it's okay a few times for him to forget.

Requests are open

networks: @knet-bakery @superm-net @neoturtles

[xiaothejun]

Paris in the rain// Wong Yukhei

Just some romantic sh1t

Fluffy, too fluffy

Pairing: Yukhei x female reader

You never really knew whether you like when it rains or not, but this time you felt it by heart. It will always remind you his love from now on.

On your first vacation with your beloved boyfriend, he surprised you with the most romantic destination, the city that reminds everyone of love, Paris.

On the first night you got lost under the sight of the shining stars, his hand placed underneath your slightly cold body as you lay on the grass, not minding anything but cherishing the moment. He turns his head after getting overwhelmed by the beautiful sight of night skies and how the moon shines perfectly on your figure.

“It reminds me of you.” You say softly, taking a pic of the lighten up skies, even though it’s late at night. -“What?” He’s looking at you, back and forth on your lips then your eyes, as if appreciating one of the best god’s creations. “It feels like a dream, just like you.” You reply. He sighs and turns his body to you, rolling on his side, his free hand is rested on your silky dress, right between your waist and belly.

-“You’re so poetic,” you both laugh and his eyes lock with your own as you place your phone aside on the blanket. “You are the most precious dream I’ve ever had, like the ones you don’t wanna wake up from… you know?” His face is too close to your own at the moment and he drives you insane just with his eyes landed on your lips, craving them. “Yuk…hei?” You stutter as he pulls your closer to him by the waist, making you feel butterflies all over you. “There are people around…” you quietly whisper and he only smirks to let you know he doesn’t really care about it. -“I don’t mind, baby.” His plump lips touch yours in seconds and you can’t help but kiss him back, moving your hand up to hold his neck just to deepen the kiss.

-“Still care about people watching?“ he pulls away to ask, his beautiful smile appears. “Who said you can stop kissing me?” You pull him to you again, sharing another breathless chaste kiss.

Both of you are lost in each other’s arms, in million thoughts you don’t pay attention to, in each other’s love.

-“We should leave,” he left your lips for a second when drops of rain hit you both. -“You might catch a cold.” He worries about you and your silky mini dress, yet all you could feel is the warmth of his touch and your hair getting wet.

“Just a little bit more, please?” You knew he couldn’t say no to you in such a moment. “It’s just us now here, look.” You make him look around, everyone’s already walked away. -“Paris in the rain is really something.” He laughs, facing back to you. -“I love you.” He finally says.