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jenchann · 2 years ago

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NEW HABITS (M)

Finally dropping this hope you guys give this fic a lot of love.

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WARNINGS: Explicit school smut, legal age, name calling, dirty talk, praising + shaming, slight lesbian action, dubious consent, semi-public banging, very slight degradation.

SUMMARY: Na Jaemin seems to catch you in compromising situations one too many times for your liking and it got on your nerves. But third time's the charm they say.

PAIRING: Jaemin x f!reader

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You were getting a new habit, a habit of getting horny in school specifically. It was an intriguing fantasy you picked up few months after your 18th Birthday. You tried to subdue your thoughts reasoning it was just your erratic hormones or some shit, rationally. But to add fuel to the fire you came across a few intrusive hentais, the ones that had girls getting rammed in school and even some more nastier than that. You knew this was not the most safe fantasy, but it seemed tempting, a very sweet temptation just for that cause.

It was a fine sunny day, you laundered around the rooftop, sucking on your lollipop as a dessert after a hearty meal. It was then the first unfortunate encounter occurred, behind the old clutter pile- a location you were sure none would frequent after observing the place for a few days like a hawk and got down to business. That's how you ended up with Na Jaemin catching you in the broad daylight with your hands stuffed inside your panties, school uniform a mess. Face and hair lit golden with the rays blaring behind from you, his face came into your view. Your already short skirt riding up on your thighs, mouth slacked in a soundless moan and hair splayed across your chest messily along with the crumpled pristine white shirt was the sight he met.

"Wow, now that's a sight to savour" you heard a deep voice boom on your right, startling you out of pleasure. Neck cranking abruptly to identify the intruder, fingers dangling on your now clothed thigh, eyes wide as your heart picked up beat.

"Fucks sake" you cursed under your breath. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, blood flowing fast heating your face, the consequence of being caught in the deed. Rising from the cement seat with a slow and steady stride unlike your heart, your feet planted right before his, shoulders squaring confidently like nothing expired few moments ago and wiped your soiled fingers on his shirt, crumpling them.

Holding your annoyed gaze your leaned forward, bodies getting too close for comfort. Adjusting and shifting your uniform proper in front of him, your other hand combed through your hair and pushed past him, to show you were not intimidated nor shaken by him discovering you in a compromising position.

Huge hands shot out strongly to grab you before you could leave. He leaned in, whispering "Someone's being too adventurous, no?"

Totally startled by his rough handling, your legs froze in place. You turned around to see his face levelled to your ears previously, now your face grazed his cheeks, upping him.

"Try not to think about me at night" you coyly teased him as you let your nose graze along his cheeks, hands grabbing his belt to graze over his sides trying to intimidate him as you did before, before you pulled away. Breaking out of his hold you quickly spirited away as fast as your legs would take you.

Now, the reason you weren't grovelling at his feet not to tell anyone was, Na Jaemin-himself was the infamous school slut. Getting caught by him? You were positive he doesn't give two flying fucks. He must have had too many adventures to explore in and out of this school to even consider yours to be scandalous by his standards. Right?? Well according to the grapevine it seemed so. So you were good. That’s what you thought.

The Second encounter was when you were pretending to be reading a book in the secluded garden of the cafeteria, experiencing the calming sounds of the birds surrounded by peace as your vibrator drilled into you in a sensual pace. You had been teasing yourself from morning and all you wanted was to get off in peace, you sighed and relaxed at the pleasure building slowly. Then he had to show up wearing that jacket with his hands shoved deep into the pockets, a little hop in his heels. Your cunt tightened around the toy, thighs clenching in anticipation as your sensed a visitor. Too bad he locked eyes with you right as you came, your eyes fluttering rapidly only to close them as your chest heaved, eyes rolling to savour the high.

"What the-"

"Ah" your voice cracked, a small moan slipping past your throat, face crumpling softly unable to keep the feelings of pleasure down. Your thighs pulsed under the table as Jaemin just blinked. Your mind was muddled as you thought he wouldn’t hear you at that distance.

"Did you just-?"

"Fuck off Na Jaemin" your parched throat managed to croak out after a few seconds, your notebook now shielding your post orgasmic blissful face from him. Like he didn't see it seconds before.

“Wow, alright" expressed his bewilderment as he rerouted to leave you alone, footsteps scurrying as the sound faded soon.

The last straw was again on the rooftop and honestly you were getting a little too frustrated with how your adventures have been unfolding and you wanted to have it done and dusted properly. So you were getting frisky with Ryujin, her face buried between your thighs as her nails digged into your ass. She was the best at head, or so your heard through the dependable grapevine, so you asked her for a little help. It was going so well until the school whore rudely interrupted you.

Sometimes, just sometimes you thought you could have just asked Jaemin to rail you in school, to make a mess of your cute skirt as you moaned in pleasure, too fucked out as you drooled spit, brain deemed not capable to even think- just like all those girls you saw in the anime. You imagined it countless times to get off, to be whored by the hotshot of the school, you could have just asked for a favour with no strings attached. You knew he was more than capable, even a very fan-fucking-tastic ride would be guaranteed. But you didn't.

The thing about Na Jaemin was that, he was such a fucking charmer. Deadly Charming. He was too good, he even charmed the nasty rich princess of the school in weeks. Weeks. The obnoxious aura he gave off annoyed you to no end, he knew his stuff-let it be studies or sports but to add distaste he was extremely good looking. A tidy clean look but a badboy attitude, really good grades and top it off, such a charmer knowing what strings to pull. He was the ultimate temptation. Your temptation. Tempting you to ruin his perfectly gelled hair and clean face with your juices. Ah the fantasies yes, they were countless.

"Horny much?" He asked before you could curse.

You ushered Ryujin to leave hushedly, muttering you'll talk later with her. The girl’s bag oscillated on her shoulders as she left, leaving you two alone. He was fast, as soon as the stair door closed, his body slammed into yours as he clutched your nape. His left hand prying your thighs apart. You inhaled his scent, chest rutting against him as he hoisted your hips on the cold wall, making you flinch.

"Get the fuck away" hands slammed against his chest in attempt to push him away. Too bad he had strong hands. Struggling against his body, you tried not to snap against the iron fence, it seemed delicate against your back, the fear of toppling over with it to the ground flashed your mind. You clutched his shirt unconsciously as the new fear creeped up.

"You wanted to get away from me?" Eyebrows raised motioning your hands in question. Fingers unclutched the fabric but rebounded as your head snapped back to look down through the fence holes, feeding the paranoid thoughts.

"Stay still and you'll be fine"

Your eyes gazed into his warm solid gaze. You tried relaxing by letting out a deep breath, fingers still crumpled in his pristine white shirt.

"We have a new addition to the league? I’ve been catching you a lot frequently don't you think?" His jaw tipped, eyes sparkling to tease you.

"I have class, leave me now" your hands pushed against his shoulders to no yield, you thumping on his chest only to have his hands tighten on your nape to angle your face to see him, his frame closing in on you.

"We have the same classes, don't lie to weasel out of the question. You seem to have picked a good service today? Ryujin?"

".......heard she gives good head" you mumbled looking around the building.

Jaemin looked intriguingly at you.

"Could have asked me instead of a junior, no? Want me to finish eating you out?" His knee rubbed against your slit, pressure increasing in circular motions as a perfect smirk marred his face. Your response fuelled his actions, now lips kissing below your ear, peppering with small light ones to coax you into desire.

"Jae-min please" You were whimpering.

"You looked so tempting the last time, you know. At the garden, yes? Fuck." his hips rutted against your stomach softly as his voice deepened at your whine, kisses getting wetter. You let out a soft moan. You hated his cocky attitude. So much.

"Do you know how fucking enticing you looked when you came? Was it a toy?"

You nodded shame taking over you.

"Such a fucking slut. Naughty. Naughty. Getting off in school, in the middle of the day? Nothing but a Slut. Not just once but thrice?"

"I'm not a-" you hiccuped, doe eyes looking at his face with irritation.

He cupped you, your wetness sucking his palm instantly making you exhale in satisfaction.

"Then what is this?" Fingers rubbed against your entrance roughly, drawing out long strokes to circle his palm right on your cherry.

"Should have just asked me, y'know?" He repeated again.

Unable to resist your desire, you captured his lips softly as you hips rutted against his palm, a soft 'please' feel out of your mouth. Thick fingers slipping inside, sliding easy into the warmth, palm pushing you further against the fence to ram into you with each plunge. Hands clutched his shoulders tightly, his lips kissing under your exposed throat. Your finger tugged his hair, making him look up at you. Your mouth met his lips in a fever, yearning to taste his heat as tongues coaxed each other.

"F-Fuck"

"Close?"

You nodded, eyes zoning out as your head pressed against the fence. Barely recognising him tear the small cover tugging with his teeth, fishing out the condom. Zip tugged down in haste he rolled it down his length. Whining at the loss of contact, your eyes look in his length.

“Oh” your initial state of shock let out the one syllabled word.

'Damn no, that ain't going inside' you alarmed. But the dirty side of you recollected the images you saw on the censored site flashed one by one. The girls being made to bend as the dude's thick dick seemed to pound away to heaven, nasty juices marring each other. Your tongue salivated, you knew your pussy would be stretched out, the mere thought of accommodating his dick was palpitating to you, your cunt. Wetness seeped down to the cold wall, even more as you visualised him pounding you mindless.

"So fucking wet" he spit into his fingers to rub it all over the clit, dipping down to collect your slick. Fingers pushed into his lips to taste you, humming as he licked the sweetness. Your hips bucked, eyes clouded in pleasure.

"I know my dick looks impressionable but you’ve done this before right?" his impeccable eyebrow lifted high.

"Y-Yeah"

But your response only seemed to make look at your direction skeptically.

"How many?" He had a weird expression on.

"Why does that matter Jaemin"

"Just answer"

"I swear to fucking God I don't have to tell you-"

"Well I'm trying to make this better for both of us here"

"Er...Three...Five..i don't know" embarrassed at the way he kept pushing you right now. You could just kick that jerk’s ass off if he wasn't about to fuck you. Asking about experience? Was he going to flex his shining ‘I fuck more and better' medals before you now or what?

He stepped away from you, removing any contact and the pleasurable high leaving you but the worst was the thought that you had immediately after that as you blinked at him. He's not gonna leave you like that right?

“I’ve done it around twice or thrice and the rest was all oral, half way or something so I don't remember exactly alright”

“Hmm” he murmured. He closed in and you barely registered him pushing the condom down his length, rosy tip now rubbing back and forth against your slit, your breath choked in puffs of air.

"Done it thrice max and you walking around the school getting orgasms as you walk. It's always the inexperienced little horny sluts strutting around like they know shit, no?"

His tip pushed into your warm cunt, slowly opening you apart as you felt him barely enter you. Your chest heaved as he teased you just with the tip rocking back and forth, crying out his name to make him stop teasing, neck thrown back.

"Think you can take me, hmm?" He didn't even give time as he plunged straight to bottom out in you, balls slapping on the inside of the ass.

"A-Ahh-hng" His hot dick plummeted into your womb, juices squirting excessively to accommodate his huge size. His grip tightened on your nape, holding you from falling off and on your hips to hold your down.

"Too tight" he thrusted slowly, groaning at how soft were. Sucking him into your wet pussy like a vice even as he slid out. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing past his muscly forearms, the visual aiding your pleasure as your pussy throbbed with his rough thrusts.

He lifted you down to the ground, turning around as he thrusted back into you. Your ass against his thighs, sac bouncing into the cervix of your ass with each deep push. Kisses lingered on your neck, occasional nips synced as he twirled his fingers between your nips harshly. Chests heaving against each other, skin getting icky not with just the hot sun you both gripped on each other as pleasure built with each second.

"Grab the wall" he commanded, voice stained. You knew he was close, so you wiggled your ass against him, jutting your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Just like that, yes, fuck just like that" he smacked your fleshy ass smothering it down to travel down to your mound, fingers pushing against the clit to push you on the edge.

"F-Fuck...inside, come inside please" you whined in your hazy high, dick hitting your delicious stop over and over. It was too fast, mind not comprehending with how good he gave you.

You heard him say a deep fuck before he pounded you to your orgasm. Withering against his dick to milk him into you, muttering 'please please' over and over again. You felt him empty into the condom, the hot liquid stretching inside you. Minutes passed as you both rested and stayed there.

"You're still hard" you observed unsettlingly as he pulled out, the condom tugging out of you with a huge pop making you moan.

"Lift your ass and wiggle it"

Taken aback but reluctantly turned away to comply exactly as he told, pushing your hips awkwardly to move your ass- no, twerk. His hands guiding you to control your movements, you wiggled around making the flesh jiggle with each movement made. His hands wrapped around the base of his length, pumping rhythmically with your ass to squeeze the tip sloppily. His balls tightened as your swollen clit gaped into view, hot sac unleashing the white ropes onto your ass. He jerked forward in his fist sharply to paint your pussy in the last of his remnants.

You didn't even notice him taking out his phone to click a pic of your ass out vulgarly, cunt soiled by his cum as it gaped by being used open, moments before.

Both dressed and descended down the stairs as he flashed you your picture. Mortified you snatched the device off his hands.

"Delete that and I won't be fucking you again"

"W-what-" you were taken aback.

Hands cupped your ass to squeeze it softly, his lips kissing your collarbones so softly as your body went limp against him. His phone was back in his grasp again, you now annoyed as you fell for that seducing motherfucker. Well he did momentarily distract you and your sex crazed mind wasn't alert right now.

"Ciao aaaannnddd I'll definitely think of you at night" he whispered in your ears as he pressed a kiss to your lips, leaving you stunned. You didn't know what you were getting into then.

You thought you were done with him when you fucked last time, but it seemed not so. He dragged you up to a secluded classroom next time, bombarding your break abruptly as he pushed you onto one of the hard benches. Spreading those thighs apart as eyes intensely stared at your core.

"Jaemin what is this?"

"I'm so seriously fucking stressed, so I’m gonna eating you out"

"What happened?" Skirt pushed up exposing the lacy panties, you asked like you didn’t enjoy him saying he was gonna devour your pussy.

"Hmmm, your smell good" he hummed centimetres away from your heat. You dripped more at his compliment, the sensations he made you feel last time coming back. Panty discarded his hands digged into your soft flesh of your thighs, huge tongue swiping wet streaks mingling with your own wetness.

You clutched his shoulders once again for grounding but his arms pushed you back, flat on your back as your legs draped over him. He sucked and slurped on your clit, fingers teasing you open.

"You're acting like you're sex depraved or something" you breathlessly commented.

He glared up at you, mouth enclosing your slit to sharply suck on it while he maintained eye contact. Tongue danced on your clit teasing harshly to suck with power. You hips elevated as he sucked, toes curling as your center pulsed.

His longer middle finger slid into you to chase your orgasm, tongue and finger fucking to draw the orgasm out.

"Jaemin, J-Jae-Jaem- ohhh fuuu-" hips rutted against his face aggressively, hands clutching his head pushing him into your cunt.

"Dirty, dirty slut" Dipping his tongue in and out of your hole, you creamed as you came. Hips jumped threatening to smash into his face as your intense orgasmic high pulsed through your body.

Hair sticking all around your neck, the shirt stuck to your back like you just ran a fucking marathon. His cum painted face gleamed in satisfaction, a wide smile painting his face unlike the one when he dragged you into the classroom here moments before.

You thought you went crazy as your brain told Jaemin did look cute with your cum painted over his face and hair all crumpled and soft .

Few days after that, you received a weird message from him and one fine morning- a very early morning you could say, you sat on the bench at the secluded back area of the school.

A smirk marred his face as usual when he stood in front of you, scanning your body shamelessly up and down. A low whistle from his lips directed at you, an appreciating gesture that you found yourself wetting over everytime he did it.

You rose and he greeted you in a hug, nose grazed your neck as he smooched it wet.

“It’s like eight o'clock in the morning” you sighed. A smack jerked you up against his shoulders.

“We both know you wouldn't have showed up if you didn't want to while I asked the day before yesterday. Hmm is you skirt shorter today?”

“What you gonna do? Punish me?” you immediately regretted expressing your ungated thoughts aloud. His eyes darkened and he commenced forward like he was about to hunt his prey. Pushing you to sit on the slab he forced your thighs apart. He didn't fail to intimidate you, you crudely opening your legs and him towering over you made you feel smaller but somehow your pussy pulsed alive. Maybe you are turning insatiable.

His belt cluttered down the hard cement, zipper opening at the blink of an eye. His length sprung proud, the red tip making you salivate in wishes of sucking him. Your panties twisted to the side, his hips rolled forward, slamming inside you abruptly as his girth tested you.

"A-ah too big" you pained.

"You'll get used to it when you're my slut" kiss softer on your neck contrasting his actions.

"I'm not your slut" you tried pathetically. His pace picked up, hands grabbing your jaw to face him as other twirled your nipples harshly. You leaked juice, making his length slip easier but also sloppier.

"You like that?" A taunting in his voice. "Fuck you're getting wetter baby" his hips picked up pace, your hands gripped edge of cement bench. You were thankful the surface was smooth as your hips rolled back to meet his dick deep inside you. His tip hit your womb, making your eyes will back in pleasure.

"Then tell me, how does getting fucked by the school whore feel like? Acceptable for your highnesses naughty adventures? Hmm? " His hands never stopped abusing your poor nipples- tugging, tweaking and pinching it around.

"Jae-min"

"Yes baby"

"F-faster please"

Thighs spread wider as your back arched, body getting filled with pleasure under his expert hands, you tried to grab his hands to stimulate on your clit.

"Fuck-k it feels so good"

He spit in his fingers as he rubbed your bud, you were sure if someone were nearby, they could have heard your lusty moans that were increasing in sound. His hands shoved into your mouth, tongue dripping with saliva, you sucked on him as you heaved from the approaching orgasm.

"Come over me, just like the slut you are. Come all over my dick, yeah" he coaxed softly, his voice sending you over the edge.

"I-inside, please" you begged again, mind muddled with lust repeating it over and over, just like the slut he made you feel like, the thrill of experiencing and fulfilling your fantasies making you a total whore for his dick.

“Inside?” his breathless voice tipped in amusement.

“Y-yes”

“Fuck you are really a dirty whore. Telling me to come inside you and fill you up? You like that?”

You only whined in response to his dirty talk.

“Whose slut are you baby?”

“The school slut’s slut” your snarky remark passed before you could stop. Honestly, that sentence was a turn on for you but not for Jae-min.

"Whose. Slut. Are. You" his huge hands grabbed your jaw, locking your gazes.

"Ah-yours, Jaemin" you retaliated but the damage was done it seemed.

“You know what, never mind” he said as he pulled out of you. He jacked off on your as he glared down as you, making crude faces as he pleasured himself in front of your spread pussy. Cum leaked all over your skirt, shooting up messily.

“You bought what I asked?”

“ Yeah” you were confused, being left hanging middle from the banging session. Your hands gripped your bag on the right to fumble around for a few seconds. Taking out the item, you handed it over to him. He took out his phone and captured a picture of you again as your wide eyes looked up at him, taken aback.

He spit on the toy spreading around its length, teasing the tip on your pussy. The throttled the length in and out of you few times slicking it with your juices. He pulled up your panties as he spoke.

“We have Chem first? Let’s see you be a good girl and stay quiet. Okay?”

“Jaemin stop fucking aroun-“

“My new sweet little slut needs better training. Do you think you even qualify to be the school slut’s slut? Hm?” he gripped you jaw tilting it to side.

Fuck, you hated him.

Tucking his shirt up and buttoning them into place, he smoothed down the fabric once again looking neat as before. Hand waving as he exited to the bathroom with his phone clutched in cleaner hand, eyes looking down at it. You felt the lengthy toy between your folds vibrate to life.

It's going to be a long long day.

And that was how you had an even newer Habit. Getting fucked out mentally and physically because of Na Jae-min.

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hongjonghosblog · 3 years ago

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When they have a crush on their female best friend and they want to tell her (Nct 127 reaction)

Genre: Reaction

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Taeyong:

~he had given you a lot of signs that he is in love with you, but you had also a secret crush on him

~he was not feeling ready to tell you, until the day when the school party was taking place

~you two were dancing together and he asked you to follow him. When you were finally outside the building, you asked him about the reason why he pulled you out of the party

~he didn't tell anything. He just leaned and kissed you. You were so surprised by his actions that you didn't do the same

~this is why he got confused and stopped kissing you. "I am sorry if this move made you feel uncomfortable... I am just in love with you and I didn't know how to tell you...", he said. "Aw... Taeyong... You did the right move.", you smiled at him and he kissed you again

Taeil:

~you were at the school library and you were waiting for your friend, Taeil, to come. He had a science class, so you already knew that he was going to be late

~when he finally came, you two started studying. While you were focused on your chemistry homework, Taeil said "You are the best at chemistry...". "Thank you!", you replied. "But, only at the one the books talk about...", he said surprising you

~you were very confused. "Taeil, what happened?? Are you ok??". "I am fine. You are the one who have the problem.", he said. "What? A minute before you told me that I am the best at chemistry!". "Yes, you are good at the chemistry lesson! But, not at the chemistry between people!", Taeil said

~you stayed there, looking at him. "Don't worry, Y/N! I will be your teacher and I will teach you everything!", he said and he leaned to kiss you

~"Taeil, what are you doing? We are in school!", you said. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?", he asked you. "Why do you ask me these kind of things, when you know the answer?", you asked him. "Ok.", he said and he kissed you without caring about the people around. You were so embarrassed, but also so happy

Johnny:

~Johnny and you were on a roadtrip that Sunday morning. You decided to stop for a picnic at a very beautiful and scenic area

~you put the food out of your big bag and you two started eating, while you were admiring the nature and you were talking to each other

~"You know, Y/N, I was always dreaming of telling my crush that I like her in a place like this! I really like the nature and I think that it would be really romantic to experience this!", he said. "I agree! Also, I think that this method would give you more opportunities for success!", you said and both of you laughed

~"I like you!", Johnny said. "I like you, too! You are a very funny guy and let me remember... You are my best friend!!", you laughed again. "No, I mean in a different way... I would be really honoured if you were girlfriend.."

~he almost chocked you with his words. "What? Really?", you asked. "Yeah! So, what do you think?". "I think that your dream came true. You talked to the girl you liked about how you feel in the place you were dreaming of. Yes, Johnny! I would be really honoured if you were my boyfriend too!", you said and you kissed him

Yuta:

~it has been one month and a half since you first got some flowers from your secret admirer. You had talked to your friend, Yuta, about it and he seemed to be excited about it

~"You should meet him!", Yuta said. "But, I don't know who is he!". "Do you like it?", he said. "I told you. I don't know who is he!", you shouted. "I don't mean him! I mean the action! The fact that some guy sent you flowers, because he likes you!".

~"Look. I am impressed that he did something like that for me, but if he really likes me, why does he send me flowers and not tell me how he feels?", you wondered

~"He is maybe shy! Don't judge the other people without knowing the truth Y/N!", Yuta wisely said. "Ok, Mr I know everything!", you said and you laughed at him

~That evening, when you came back home, you found another bouquet of flowers outside your door. You took it in your hands and you opened the little card. You recognize the signature. It was from your secret admirer. "Don't judge the other people without knowing the truth!", you read. I were shocked! You had finally found out who your secret admirer was! "Yuta?", you said in surprise...

Doyoung:

~you always wanted to meet your favourite singer and especially listen to her live. You were always dreaming of being in one of her concerts. And Doyoung knew this...

~he had learned from a friend that your favourite singer was going to come to your town for a concert and he bought the tickets to surprise you

~when he appeared the next afternoon and gave you the tickets, you started crying. "You didn't have to do this, Doyoung! You are so sweet!!! Thank you very much!!!", you said while you were crying

~"Anything from my baby!", he said and he smiled. "Wait, what?", you asked. "What? Did I say anything inappropriate?", Doyoung asked. "You said that I am your baby...". "Y/N, I thought that you had understood that I like you.", Doyoung said

~you were shocked. You were looking at him with your mouth open. "Do you want to say anything? No? Well, then I will say by myself instead of waiting for you!", he said and he kissed you

Jaehyun:

~you had decided with Jaehyun that you would go to his house to cook for his mom's birthday. You two were doing an amazing job together and you were having really fun

~suddenly, his mom came inside the kitchen and you were so excited that you wished her happy birthday. She replied telling you that her birthday is on the next month

~you looked at Jaehyun in confusion. "Then, why are we cooking today?", you asked

~Jaehyun asked his mum to leave you two alone and he started apologizing for lying to you. "In fact, the reason why I invited you today is because I want to tell you something really important!", he said

~"What is i-", you didn't managed to finish your sentence and he told you that he likes you. "Obviously, who wouldn't?", you said and you both laugh. "I like you too, Jaehyun!", you said and he kissed you

Jungwoo:

~you were playing truth or dare with your friends and Jungwoo, your best friend and secret crush, was playing too

~he had talked to his friend before the game starts and he has told him to ask him who is the girl who is in love with, in order to let you know about his feelings

~"So, Jungwoo, truth or dare???", the guy asked. "Truth!", Jungwoo said proudly. "Who is the girl you are in love with?"

~your heart couldn't stop beating faster and faster every second. You really wanted to be Jungwoo's crush, because he was your crush too

~"Y/N!", Jungwoo said and you were about to scream. But, you didn't. You got closer and you kissed him, without caring about your friends who were watching you

Mark:

~"Would you ever kiss me?", your best friend and classmate, Mark, asked you. "I don't know! If I were given 1 million dollars, I would think of it!", you said wanting to beat him

~he hit your arm and you laughed at his cute reaction. You had a crush on Mark and you had realized that the might had a crush on you too. But, you didn't want to do anything before he tell you himself

~"By the way, I think that it would be really exciting if I kissed you!", he said. "Yeah?". "Do you want to try?", he said and your eyes opened widely

~"Sorry... I was just wondering...", Mark said sadly. "It's ok!", you said and you smiled at him. He smiled too

~"Umm, Y/N, do you want to be my girlfriend?", Mark said. You felt relieved. The time you were waiting for years had finally came. "Of course! I would love to, Mark!!!"

Haechan:

~you had gone shopping with your best friend, Haechan, and you two were having the time of your lives. You spent a lot of time in the shopping centre and then you decided to go to a cafeteria

~Haechan, who were secretly in love with you, was planning to talk to you about his feelings and the big effect you have on him

~"Y/N, we should talk about something!", Haechan said. "What is it, Haechan?", you said. "I like a girl! And I don't know how to tell her! Can you suggest me any ideas?". You were in love with him and when you heard that he was liking another girl, you frowned your eyebrows and started fighting with yourself to hold your tears

~"I don't know, Haechan! I am not good at this! Send her a message!", you said. "Ok", he said and he took his phone out

~some seconds after, you heard your notification sound. It was a message from Haechan. "Why are you sending me messages when you are with m-", you stopped, when you read the message. "I LOVE YOU!!!". You looked at Haechan Haechan only to see him smiling at you in a meaningful way

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koalakookie · 4 years ago

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nct fluff (johnny x reader)

{6:45 PM}

warnings; none (its pretty angsty/fluffy)

word count ~ 1.3k

Bright sunrays filtered through the large window. The curtains were barely closed, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the entire room.

The brightness of the room caused you to shift your body away from the window, ultimately moving yourself out of the grasp of the person next to you.

You felt yourself lose your consciousness again as drowsiness washed over you.

Suddenly, your phone started ringing. The shrill piercing sound of your ringtone caused you to jerk awake.

The figure next to you stirred in his sleep, groaning at the harsh loudness of the phone. He reached for you waist and pulled you into his bear-like grip.

You lightly reach over the sleeping mans figure and picked up your phone. The callers ID danced across your screen. You rub your eyes tiredly, trying to focus on the ID.

Your eyes widened when you realized that your boss was calling. You sat up quickly, pushing away the arm that was wrapped around your waist.

Ignoring the whines of the person next to you, you cleared your throat.

“Hi Sir”, you answer in a cheerful, high pitched voice.

The man next to you rubbed his eyes and looked at you with a look of confusion and tiredness.

“Sorry sir?”, you ask while looking at the man next to you, “Am I alone? Yes sir, I am alone”.

You watched as Johnny’s eyes narrow at the blatant lie.

“No Sir, I’m not busy. Oh the party? 15 minutes earlier? Of course!”, you answer in a honey-sweet voice.

Johnny reached out to touch your jaw. You absently pushed his hand away as you nod along to what the person on the phone was saying. You stretched and started to move over Johnny.

“Baby, don’t go”, he pouted, patting the empty pillow that you had been sleeping on.

You kiss his head, smiling and agreeing with your boss. You brush off Johnny’s hand once again and walk to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.

You were so busy that you didn’t notice Johnny’s scowl and pout.

After a few minutes, your call ended with your boss. You had made two cups of coffee and toasted a few pieces of bread.

“Johnny? Where are you? Breakfasts ready, honey!”, you call out, expecting your extremely tall, cuddly, giant to come bounding out of the bedroom.

When Johnny didn’t come out, you walked into your shared bedroom. Johnny lay on the bed, on his phone.

You smile and stride over to him. You kneel down and reach out to touch his hair, when you feel him stop your hand. Your smile instantly dissipates from your face.

“Did you need something?”, he asks coldly without looking away from his phone.

“I just wanted to say that breakfast is ready, baby”, you answer sweetly, hoping that he would look at you.

“I’m tired, you should eat and go to work, I’ll eat later”, he says non interestedly.

“Oh... I just wanted us to eat together before I go”, you say quietly.

“You should go get ready or something”, he says finally, turning his body away from you, signaling that this conversation was over.

You nodded, silently before getting up and walking to your closet.

Johnny turned back slightly to look at you. Your shoulder had sagged and you silently picked out your work clothes. You walked out of the room without looking back.

After a few moment, he heard the door open and close. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

He got out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. There on the counter, was a cup of coffee and toast on a plate. There was a sticky note next to the plate, written in your messy handwriting.

He smiled softly as he imagines you quickly scrawling down the note.

‘Johnny Bear, I don’t know why you’re upset. I’m sorry that I haven’t been observant enough. I am not good enough to be your girlfriend and I know that. I’ll try harder, please talk to me. I love you, lets’ talk when I get home (I’m planning a big party today, wish me luck). Be safe and don’t do anything stupid <3′ - Y/N, your pretty baby ;)

He frowned when he read your letter. He shouldn’t have acted so childish. He felt unhappy, knowing that you were blaming yourself for not being a good girlfriend when he was the one being stupid.

He reached for his phone when he realized you were probably busy.

He looked around the kitchen, looking for something to cook for you when you came home. His eyes landed on the spaghetti and he quickly started to get ready to cook.

Johnny finished cooking and looked at the clock, 5:53 PM. He stood in front of the clock, wondering what to do next. His eyes landed on the dishes, he groaned but moved to start washing them.

When he was done washing the dishes, he stared back up at the clock, 6:24 PM. He frowned, you were usually home by 6 PM. His fingers tapped the counter, worry starting to fill his gut. As if fate had heard him, he heard the lock of the apartment click open.

He watched as you opened the door. Your gray blazer was ruffled, strands of your hair had fallen out if the makeshift ponytail you made, your hands were full of grocery bags as you stumbled in.

You pant as you drop the bags. You look over at him and smile. “Help me, you big baby”, you tease.

Before you knew it, Johnny strode across the room and lifted your jaw up. He leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss, moving your hands to rest on his torso.

He pulls away and pecks your forehead, before bending down and picking up all the grocery bags with ease, his biceps strain under the weight of all the bags, but he seems at ease. You watch his muscles flex, mouth agape.

“Stop watching my muscles, babe”, he says with a wink, “Also go shower, you look like you got run over by a train and I made dinner so hurry up”

You grin as you practically run to the shower.

After a few minutes, you walk out of the shower, wearing one of his over sized t-shirts and some shorts.

You see Johnny sitting on the couch, engaged in the show playing on TV. You quietly walk up to him, and sit down on his lap. He looks at you with surprise, not noticing that you finished showering. You lightly push his head to focus back on the TV, as you lean back to nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. He smiles before pulling you tightly into his chest.

You smile, as you turn to watch TV.

“Hey babe? This morning, when you were on the phone, why did you say you were alone?”, Johnny asks cautiously without looking away from the TV. You look at him curiously when it suddenly dawned to you why Johnny was so angry in the morning.

“AWWW”, you screech, as you turn to straddle him, pinching his cheeks, “You were angry cause I said I was alone. My giant baby was jealous”

He pushed you lightly, turning his head away from you, a small embarrassed smile graced his face.

“My boss was asking me if I was alone, cause he was throwing a surprise party for one of my close friends at the office, he didn’t want anyone to know about the party except for me in the morning. I’m sorry babe”, you say, lightly caressing his hair.

Johnny nods understandingly, as he tilted his head into the palm of your hands. You feel him kiss your forehead before turning his attention back to the TV, his hands lays comfortably on your back.

Before you know it, you feel yourself relax, listening to the drone of the TV and Johnny’s heartbeat.

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A/N: I don’t know what this is but it feels very cute. I’ve been busy with school but I am trying. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Feel free to leave a like or comment. Please leave any thoughts that you may have, just try and keep it positive. Once again, thanks for the support :)

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always5hineee · 4 years ago

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The Final Bell - Chapter 3: Baby Doll

Chapter warnings: none

Word count: 1840

Story is also available under Taffysamg on Quotev and Wattpad.

To see the full chapter list, go to the “Final Bell” Tab on my page.

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Y/N stared out the window, unsettled by what she saw. Everything was dry and windy, and the air was heavy. While she knew pollution must be down, everything had that solid tension about it. Taeyong and Taeil were making small talk, but she wasn't particularly listening. Every now and then, they'd pass an abandoned vehicle or a pile of trash, but aside from that she noticed no signs of life. While she was lost in thought, she was brought to attention by a voice.

"...Y/N!" She sat up quickly, looking around. Taeyong was staring at her intently.

"Sorry, I was... thinking."

"It's fine- I was just trying to let you know that we're here." He said, pointing towards the windshield. Sure enough, there was a small campsite in front of them as they slowed to a stop. There were two tents, a few boxes, a small grill, and a black Toyota Tundra. She was nervous to meet this character, but didn't want to show it in front of her two associates. Stepping out of the van, they walked into the center of the space.

"Hold on." Taeil said to her, moving to the tent on the right. Stomping in the dirt next to the structure, he said, "Johnny! We're here." After a bit of rustling, the front unzipped, and a man stepped out.

He was certainly taller than anyone she had met so far- six feet if she had to guess. He had defined features and faded red hair, although- like Taeil- it was evidently not his real hair color. He was definitely thin, but stronger than Taeyong and Taeil. He wore a pair of old jeans, a green shirt, and a leather vest, with combat boots to match. Out of all of this, though, one thing in particular caught her off guard.

His left arm- or rather, where his left arm should have been- there was a purple, twitching appendage, sewed on with black surgical stitches. While it's nails were clean and the flesh seemed to be staying on fairly well, it was unmistakable: a zombie arm.

She involuntarily stepped back, but before she could move away, he grabbed her wrists, holding her arms above her head and turning her in various directions.

"Hmm, interesting." He eyed her up and down, mentally measuring her. "I'm sure I can find something that fits you." Uncomfortable, she jerked her arms, ripping them away from his grip. He looked surprised for a moment, before his face settled into a questioning grin.

"What's the matter? Can't you talk?" She tried to say something in return, but only managed to open her mouth slightly. Staring at her for another moment, his expression shifted to understanding.

"Ah, I see. You think I'm turning." He waved his purple arm. "I assure you, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about." Pointing to the stitching with his good hand, he said, "This isn't my real arm. I made her myself. The wound is closed underneath, so quit your shaking." Well if that wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever seen, she didn't know what was.

"What happened to your real arm?" She managed to mutter. He laughed, reaching up to touch her face with his left hand. The skin was disgustingly cold, leaving a tingling feeling wherever it touched. She knew it was probably in her head, but she already felt infected as he felt her face.

"I cut it off." He whispered playfully. Backing up and spinning on his heel, he pretended as if he had not just been incredibly creepy. "Keeps you on your toes, you know? Reminds you how fleeting this all is. It does have a mind of its own, though." He admitted, evidenced by its twitching. She was more than uncomfortable at this point, staring at the seam between his human and undead bodies. So he had... cut off his own arm, and sewed on this zombie one, for fun? Or as he called it, a 'reminder'. This dude was unhinged.

"Quit messing around, Johnny." Taeyong said, stepping in and pulling her back. Thankfully, his hands were warm, and undoubtedly human. "We just need new clothes for her, all our stuff at camp doesn't fit well."

"Yes, yes, I know. Like I said, I'm sure I have a few things her size. So demanding. You won't be leader for long if you act like that."

"I'm not the leader." Taeyong muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and shifting his glare."

"Sure. Anyway, I'll return momentarily. Feel free to look around." He offered, turning to Y/N. "You can go wherever, but just be prepared for what you find." With a wink that sent a shiver up her spine, he moved towards the back of the setup to open a box.

"Don't mind him." Taeil said, sensing her discomfort. "He's just strange like that. Plus, he's probably upset that we didn't bring Mark." She had practically forgotten about Mark at this point- she hadn't seen him since they exited the van the first time. Assumedly, he had gone to his own tent.

"Why would he care?" She asked. "Are they related, or friends, or something?" Taeil shook his head.

"Not exactly. Mark's just his favorite for some reason. He's never explained it to us. Still, Taeyong doesn't like them to be together for too long. I think he's worried that Johnny will make too much of an impression." That made sense. Mark seemed like a nice dude, and she couldn't imagine what Johnny could do if he got a complete hold on him. Before Taeyong could cut in to explain further, Johnny returned.

"Here, I found four complete outfits of your size. It's not exactly ideal, but it's all that'll fit. I guess you guys will just start doing laundry more often, or suffer with ill-fitting attire. There are also two pairs of shoes, some makeup if you're into that, and some sanitary stuff." Holding out a bag, she reluctantly took it. As much as she hated it, it was all stuff she needed. "I also threw a few sets of earrings in there. Wouldn't want your piercings to close up."

She breathed in sharply. In the few seconds that he had looked at her, he not only assessed her exact sizes, but the fact that she had piercings as well? Not only that, but she didn't actually have jewelry in at the moment, meaning that he had noticed the tiny holes. He was unnervingly observant, to say the least.

"Do you need any earrings, boys? You've both had those studs in for quite a while."

"We're fine." Taeil said shortly. Johnny sighed, almost like an annoyed child.

"Shame. You two are so boring. Still, that reminds me-" He addressed Y/N directly again. "I can do pretty much any tattoo or piercing you might want, just let me know." Scrunching her gaze, she questioned,

"Can you do a clean tattoo without proper equipment?" Johnny feigned offense.

"My, do you have no faith? I happen to have done plenty of tattoos post-disaster. In fact, I've done more than a few for your friends over there. Speaking of which-" he walked over to drape his arms across the boys' shoulders. "Is she planning on matching you all?"

"Matching?" She asked. Clearly without asking them first, Johnny grabbed both their shirts. Pulling up Taeyong's sleeve and the bottom hem of Taeil's shirt, he revealed very similar tattoos. Each was in a delicate script, a list of some kind. Looking closer, she read them.

Taeyong

Jaehyun

Yuta

WinWin

Haechan

Mark

Doyoung

Taeil

Jungwoo

Johnny

The final two names were slightly brighter, alluding to the fact that they had been added later. The line through WinWin's name was also a bright shade.

"Do all of you have these?" She asked, eliciting a nod from both of them.

"We debated on the line, but decided that it would be appropriate. We'll be using it if, god forbid, anything happens to anyone else. Johnny added himself when we went to get Jungwoo added." Taeyong shot an annoyed look at him. "Still, he helps us out, so I have no right to complain."

"So, will you be adding this lovely lady to your ranks?" Johnny asked, dropping their clothing from his fists.

"I'd have to talk to everyone, but maybe if she sticks around." He glanced over. "Have you gotten a tattoo since all this started?" He asked. She shook her head. She was already dreading the idea of having Johnny's dead hand anywhere near her, not to mention a discomfort around needles. She would definitely have to think about it.

"Well, I'm always ready to ink someone up." He concluded, gesturing to Taeil again. "I've done more than a few of his little art pieces." She had to admit, the tattoos covering his body were very skillful. Everything fell silent for a moment, but she was brought to attention by the clap of a hand.

"So! To discuss my payment." Johnny smiled, causing her stomach to drop.

"Payment?" Of course. No one gives anyone anything for free. What kind of payment did a psycho like this take?

"Yes, honey, payment. I have to survive out here! Generally one earns something through the exchange of goods-" He snaked a hand around her waist, causing her to shiver again. "And/or services."

"You owe us, Johnny." Taeyong said matter-of-factly, gently brushing him off and dragging Y/N back to where he was standing. "We saved your ass when you were clean out of food and three seconds off from getting eaten alive." He put a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, so you're cashing in for the little lady? He must really like you." He said with a shrug. "That's a shame, baby doll, but you'll be back. I look forward to it- you're intriguing." Leading her away from Johnny's camp, Taeil and Taeyong brought her to the van, facing away from the man. Still, he called,

"Nice meeting you, sweetheart!"

"Her name is Y/N." Taeyong shot back. "Have some decency." And with that, they got in and began their drive back home. She watched out the back window as Johnny simply stood, staring as they drove into the distance. He stood stone still until Y/N could no longer make out his figure.

"I'm sorry if that was strange." Taeyong murmured apologetically. "I know he's not... ideal. Still, he generally has anything we might need, and honestly I don't know if we'd have made it without him. I would have talked to him myself, but he needed your size." She shook her head, trying to seem unfazed.

"It's fine."

"You'll only have to go again if you need a tattoo or something, other than that you can stay behind if you'd like." She nodded. She didn't really feel like talking anymore, and both the boys respected that. They had maybe an hour left on their three hour prognosis, so things would be busy when they returned. She wondered if she could find some monotonous task to help with to take her mind off the afternoon's events.

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akaashirabu · 6 years ago

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interconnected (nct winwin, soulmate au)

soulmate au where every night, a random sentence your soul mate has said that day appears on the back of your palm. The first time you encounter each other, a soul mark will appear on your body; when your soul mate is in the vicinity, it’ll slowly move, as if reaching out. When you two touch, the tattoos will connect with each other.

word count: 2,860 words.

She felt a tingle on the back of her right palm, surprised by the sensation, she knew she had to check what would be written there tonight.

“I lost my airpods, should I buy a new one?”

It seems like her soul mate had lost his airpods, poor him…or her since she didn’t really know who or what gender is her soulmate.

It had been exactly 2 years since the first time she’d been receiving random sentences from her soulmate. Apparently, when you turn the age of eighteen you’ll start receiving random sentences your soulmate has said that day on the back of your palm. At first, she didn’t really believe the stories from her parents and brother but when she received the first random sentence, it was surreal and up until now she still wasn’t used to it.

She find it weird actually; every night she would receive random sentences but not a single one gave her a clue on who’s her soulmate yet. She didn’t even know if they’re from the same country, so basically she knew nothing about her soulmate.

Anyways, she didn’t have time to worry about it since university is giving her total stress and all she wanted right now is to survive all of her subjects and graduate as soon as possible.

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"Excuse me, coming through...Excuse m-e" she was pushing her way through the sea of students flooding the hallway.

It was the only way to the study hall where her class is and she's already 30 minutes late.

"Damn why did I overslept agai—whoops—" she was mumbling to herself and ended up on her bottom as she collided on a sturdy thing, someone rather.

Panicking, she stood up muttering a sorry and bowed an apology to the person she bumped into as she dashed away.

Finally, she managed to arrive at the study hall and she was bewildered at what greeted her.

The study hall was empty, not even a single soul inside.

She sighed, fishing her phone from her pocket as she checks the date today.

It was a Thursday and she doesn't have classes on the said day. She automatically ruffled her hair in annoyance.

"I'm so stupid" she mumbles.

Closing the door of the study hall, she called one of her friends. It took a while for them to answer though but after a good 3 minutes they did.

"What do you need?" the person on the other end of the call asked, sleep evident in his voice.

"I came to class on a Thursday" She answered with a deep sigh.

"Oh? You woke me up to say that?" He complained.

"I don't have classes on Thursdays, remember?"

"You overslept again, panicked, rushed to class but it's a Thursday and you don't have classes so you found the study hall empty. Great! You really are dumb." He said in one go.

"Thanks for making me feel a lot more worse; what a great friend you are" She sarcastically said.

His laugh can be heard and she can only roll her eyes at him.

"Come on, cheer up, let me just put some clothes on and I'll treat you to a nice cup of coffee, okay?" he says.

"Yeah" she said and hangs up the call, not even letting him say another word.

Walking her way to the café where she works part time, she felt her shoulders slump. She's still feeling bad about oversleeping and also the fact that she's feeling a lot more tired than usual. Being a working student was taking a great toll on her.

Speaking of close friends, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul or Ten just like how he wanted to be called was actually a senior of hers who's majoring in dance. She met him through a mutual friend, Johnny and unfortunately, they’ll be sharing a Chinese class this semester. Ten was a social bee and was friendly to everyone but was extra friendly with her because according to him they simply share the same interests but that still made her think otherwise because they’re nothing alike.

"Psst, Pink head here!" Ten called.

It hasn’t been that long since she sported a rusty pink hair but Ten’s already making fun of it.

“You haven’t taken a shower” She said, scrunching up her nose.

“Ya! I still smell nice though” he counters.

She reached for a cup on the table; the one with her nickname scribbled on it while the other had handsome10 written, to which she rolled her eyes at.

“You look extra ugly today, pink head” he said.

She almost spit her coffee but thought of a counter. “You might as well go to the doctors to get your eyes checked”

Ten chuckled. “Seriously though you don’t look nice”

“I’m not in the mood to joke with you shiten” She glared at him.

Ten immediately straighten up, looking at her with a serious expression. “Okay hands down. I’m serious; you look so tired and pale. Are you even eating properly?”

“She had been skipping lunch!” Taeyong, her co-worker who was behind the counter butts in the conversation.

She sighed. “Ya I didn’t! I’m okay and yes I’m eating properly”

“Are you sure?” Ten asked, trying to look straight at her to see if she’s lying or not.

“Yeah I’m sure”

Ten didn’t buy it but he trusts her anyway. “Just promise you’re going to tell me if something’s wrong okay?”

“Okay?” She says, asked rather.

“I’m older so you can depend on me” he proudly says.

She rolled her eyes. “Shut up shiten, you’re only a year older than me”

“Still older than you though” He counters.

“Hey Tae, is it okay if I take over Jaehyun’s shift today too?” She asked Taeyong, ignoring Ten who pouted in return.

“Yeah, I think he would love that, he’s busy with his research paper anyways” Taeyong answers, tossing her the staff room keycard.

“Don’t you have classes today?” she turned to Ten.

“Oh yeah I almost forgot, I have ballet” he stood up, taking a hold of his cup of coffee.

“I thought so” she sighed.

“I’ll be going first okay? Text me!” Ten waved goodbye to her.

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She immediately went home after her shift at the café. She forgot she needed to finish a plate due on Saturday so she needed all the time she could get to finish it on time.

As she dumps her drawing tools at her table, she felt a tingle on the back of her palm.

“I wanted to try Oolong Milk Tea.”

Oh so her soulmate is into milk tea when she actually prefers coffee.

She was about to go back to focusing on her plate when she noticed something on her wrist.

There she saw a small mark of a Yin; she couldn’t believe it and initially reached out to wipe it but it’s still there, scribbled in black ink.

to: shi10

hey, something popped up in my wrist. what do u think this means?

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fr: shi10

gurl, are u kidding me? u don’t know what that means?

to: shi10

I wouldn’t ask if I already knew.

fr: shi10

oh god, where in the mountains do you live. It must be your soul mark, which means you already encountered your soul mate, genius.

Her phone started ringing, Ten calling her, being the impatient person he was.

“When did it show up?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I only noticed now when the daily random sentence popped up earlier. I don’t even know about this soul mark thingy, my family didn’t say something about this one” she complained.

“I think they did, you just don’t pay attention.”

She sighed. “Okay, point taken.”

“Oh my god, this actually means your soulmate is studying in Hanyang too” Ten said from the other line that made her roll her eyes.

“We’re not sure, Ten”

“Ya I’m pretty sure about it!” yelled Ten.“So did you encounter anyone suspicious earlier?” he added.

“What do you think? I encountered about sixty people earlier in the café, how could I possibly know if anyone of them is my soulmate.” She stated the obvious.

“I don’t know. Maybe you felt butterflies or whatever.” Imagine how Ten would carelessly shrug as he said that.

She groans. “ugh shut up. Anyways, I’m hanging up. I still need to finish my plate, it’s due this Saturday.”

“Hey, don’t stay up too late, are you forgetting about our Chinese class tomorrow?” Ten reminded her.

“I know. Bye” she said and immediately hangs up the call without even letting him talk…again.

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The next day, she had barely made it in time for their first day in Chinese Class.

“Let me guess, you overslept again.” Ten whispered as their professor, Mr. Wu started his lecture.

“No shit Sherlock.” She rolled her eyes at him.

After about 20 minutes of lecture, Mr. Wu instructed the class to pair up for an activity and of course she’d choose Ten. He’s the only person she’s familiar with in this class anyways.

She was trying to figure out how the two of them would pass this activity when Ten suddenly spoke.

“Hey, is it just me or your soul mark has been moving since the start of the class?”

“Huh? I think it’s just you” she shrugged.

“No, look” Ten insisted that she look at her wrist.

And no doubt, he’s right. The mark has been moving slowly and noticeable when you look closely.

“What now?” she asked, clearly not knowing what the hell is happening.

Ten looked up from his phone. “It’s says that when your soul mark is moving, your soulmate is in the vicinity. It’s reaching out like…wanting you close to your soulmate.”

“You mean…my soulmate is here? In this class?” she says in an audible whisper.

She and Ten then frantically looked everywhere inside the classroom, trying to locate her soulmate.

“If your mark is moving, your soulmate’s mark must’ve been moving too. He could be anyone in here.” Ten says.

But suddenly, her soul mark stopped moving. Then it means your soulmate is not within the vicinity anymore.

“I think he’s not here” she says, disappointment evident in her voice.

“You’re disappointed? I thought you didn’t care about this soulmate stuff hmm?” Ten teased.

“Ya! It’s not like that” her cheeks flushed crimson pink.

“If you said so.” Ten laughed.

She gave him a glare and nagged about how they should finish the activity.

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That afternoon, she had to go to the café to fill up for Jaehyun’s shift again. She mentally groans thinking of how that dude gave her his shift for today after she took over for him yesterday.

“Hey you’re here!” Taeyong beams.

“Well unfortunately, I’ll be taking over Jaehyun’s shift again.” She sighed.

Taeyong pouted. “He seems busy nowadays.” he said and she nodded.

It was a busy afternoon for the café, lots of students getting their daily dose of coffee.

“Can you go give that chocolate cake to that table over there?” Taeyong asks.

“I’m on it” she answered.

She placed the cake on the table and was about to go back to the counter when she bump into someone, the coffee he’s holding spilled all over her. Thank god she’s wearing an apron.

She kneeled down to pick up the empty cup of iced coffee on the floor “I-I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean to-“ she wasn’t able to continue what she was saying when she realized the person was also picking up the empty cup and their hands accidentally brush against each other.

As if it were magic, she felt that slight burning sensation on her wrist and the butterflies on her stomach. She looked up and he too was looking at her.

It’s as if time has stopped and the only people present are him and her. The both of them looked at their wrists, their soul marks glistening in red ink. Her’s is a Yin and His’ is a Yang.

She couldn’t believe what’s happening and didn’t even know what to say. By the looks of it, he was too. As they continue to look at each other, their soul marks then turned to a complete Yin Yang symbol, back in its dark ink color.

Getting a grip of himself, he got a handkerchief from his pocket and slowly handed it to her, a shy but sweet smile showing up on his face. She, on the other hand, can’t help but be flustered at the sight of this handsome man in front of her.

“Sorry uhm…(Insert your name), I wasn’t looking on where I’m going and bumped into you” he says.

Her eyes widened. “H-how do you know my name?” she asked.

He smiled and pointed at her nametag. Oh Of course, she had her nametag. She mentally face palmed herself, her cheeks flushing in deep crimson red because of embarrassment.

She used the handkerchief to wipe the coffee that was spilled on her.

“Uhm thanks for the handkerchief…uhhmm?”

He looked at her again with that sweet smile. “Sicheng, Dong Sicheng.” he spoke.

“Uhm…Thanks Sicheng and don’t worry it’s okay” she says.

“Uhm Hello?” someone butts into their conversation. They both looked to the side to see Taeyong and Ten, judging them.

“Are you guys going to just stay there?” Ten teasingly said.

“Oh let me get that.” Taeyong intercepts, getting the forgotten empty cup of iced coffee.

She and Sicheng stood up to give way for Taeyong who’s cleaning the mess from the spilled iced coffee.

There was suddenly an awkward silence after that so Ten decided to break the ice.

“I think you two should talk.” He says.

She then found herself on a bench outside the café, sitting beside a handsome young man, who’s supposedly her soulmate she’d been receiving random sentences for 2 years now.

“Pink…” he spoke.

“Huh?”

“Chinese class …” he mumbled. Actually, right when she saw him, she’s been racking her memory to remember why he’s familiar.

She straightened, suddenly remembering the Chinese class with Ten earlier where her soul mark started moving.

“Oh yeah…but uhm what about pink?” she blinked and took notice of how they had similar hair colors. How come she didn’t notice it before? “Ah oh…the hair...”

He looked at her, as if surprised to know such fact.

“So uhm…soulmates eh?” he shyly said.

She fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “Uhm…I guess so.”

He was contemplating on what to do but screw it, it was now or never.

“Can I?” he asked, asking her permission if he could touch her wrist.

She nodded, her cheeks flaming again.

He delicately brushed his fingers on the Yin Yang mark on her right wrist and she felt a sudden tingle where he touched.

“Would you believe me if I say that I’ve known all along that you’re my soulmate?” he says.

She looked at him, not knowing what to answer so instead she asked. “How?”

“It was this one night when the daily random sentence popped up and it said ‘I had to take over Jaehyun’s shift again.’ and coincidentally Jaehyun and I share the same English Literature class so I asked him if he knows something about it. And then, things start to make sense.” He explained.

“But...how come we didn’t encounter each other sooner if you knew all along” she mumbles.

“I also have no idea, I guess it was timing. I didn’t get the soul mark until yesterday when we accidentally bumped into each other. And I confirmed it earlier when the soul mark started moving during Chinese Class…and I’m sorry I was nervous so I went out of the room and didn’t approached you”

She didn’t say anything and just reached for his wrist. She softly brushed her fingers on his soul mark as if trying to confirm it’s real. As she touched his soul mark, he felt that tingle even up to his spine; he realized how he must’ve really liked her ever since the first time he’d watched her from afar.

“I like you.” He says.

She was blushing madly. Imagine how this handsome man was smiling sweetly at her and telling her he likes her. And for goodness sake, he was her soulmate. Isn’t this going a little too fast though? But in the back of her head, she’s screaming how she already likes him a lot, as if they’ve known each other for so long.

“I think…I like you too but I want to take things slow” she shyly says.

“I’m cool with that.” He chuckled.

“So uhm, Sicheng, I’m (Insert your name), nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, (Insert your name).” He then showed you that sweet smile that makes your knees go jelly.

And that was the start of your journey with your soulmate.

Come to think of it, he’s Chinese so why was he taking Chinese classes?

Well, let’s just say a sneaky little Jaehyun told Sicheng that you were taking that subject this semester.

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erikashinagawa-blog · 5 years ago

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Jaemin the Icy Prince and Me - Na Jaemin NCT - You're Walking Ahead of Me (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/WuMo6kfuMW Sixteen-year-old Mina has been in love with eighteen-year-old Na Jaemin, the boy next door, since forever. He is the most popular boy in school, despite his cold and aloof personality, earning him the nickname "Icy Prince". Will he ever notice her, or is she doomed to loving him from a distance?

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lookastarlightnight-blog · 6 years ago

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Roommate Problems

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It’s one week before you finally move out of your parents house and into your new apartment with your always happy and excited best friend of 9 years. Yuta. He knows how bad you’ve been waiting to move out, saving half of every paycheck and looking up furnishing pictures every chance you had. He also knows how hard your life has been. Parents always arguing, people bullying you, being depressed and always having to clean up after your parents after every fight.

You don’t feel weird telling him about your life since you’ve known him for so long. You’re just excited to finally leave.

You get home from work, tired as always. As soon as you open the door you can hear yelling and things being tossed. You walk past it not even surprised how used to it you are.

‘Nothing new’

Your mom yells for you “Y/N.. Tell your father to stop being a dick” Your father yells back “Not until you stop being a damn bitch”

You sit in your room and text Yuta telling him your parents are at it again.

• You’ll be out of there soon! Just hang in there a little longer

You look at it and put your phone on your bed and try to fall asleep. Ignoring your parents gets a little harder but you eventually fall into a deep sleep.

The next day you go and meet with your friend Olivia at a near by cafe

“Y/N..are you sure you’ll be okay living with Yuta?” “Yeah… why?” “You know how he looks.. I know you guys are close but-”

You’ve known Olivia since you were little, you’ve been inseparable since you met

“I don’t think I’ll like him… I mean he is gorgeous and nice. And he’s funny and protective”

“and you like him?” “I don’t know.. He probably likes some other girl” The waitress comes over with your drinks

Both “Thank you”

“I don’t think he likes anyone else.. The way he is with you is like how a boyfriend is with a girlfriend.. He’s always by your side, protecting you.. shit he’s even moving in with you” “You really think he likes me?” “yeah.. I do and I think you like him but you don’t want to admit it”

-Moving Day-

You meet up with Yuta at the apartment and the moving vans parked outside. You run and give him a hug and begin putting everything inside. Feeling all of the stress leave your shoulders and like you can finally breathe.

Yuta walks into your room “Hey, I’m ordering a pizza for dinner tonight. You good with pepperoni?” “Yeah.. That’s fine with me”

Yuta throws you a wide and bright smile and walks out of the room. You finish putting things together and finish up bathroom right after.

-20 minutes later-

“PIZZAS HERE!!”

Yuta tells to you and you hurry to the kitchen.

You both sit down and you say “Thanks for the pizza. I finished up the bathroom after I finished my room. Next is the kitchen” “I’m glad we’re living together”

You both smile at each other. His smile lights up any room

“I am too!”

- A week later-

You wake up to the smell of fresh coffee. You get out of bed and follow the smell and get a cup, creamer and sugar.

“Good Morning Y/N.. How did you sleep?”

“I slept okay.. What about you?”

You look and notice that he’s shirtless which makes you freeze

“I slept alright.. I’m usually not good sleeping in a new place but I was fine last night.. I made waffles, Taeyong taught me how to make them.. I hope they taste okay”

You look at him and wonder how he looks so happy saying everything. Seeing him mad was rare, being sassy is an everyday thing and having an attitude wasn’t something that happened a lot. You’ve seen almost every side of him like he has for you. You know his secrets and what he does and doesn’t like.

“Sure.. I’ll try some”

He takes a fork and gets a piece

“Here you go”

He takes the fork and brings it to your mouth for you to eat it.. You hesitate and finally eat

“So??? How does it taste?”

He stands there and watches you waiting for a response. You look at him and smile

“Your cooking has gotten a lot better”

“REALLY?! Am I almost better than Jaehyun?!”

You laugh

“You’re getting there”

For a minute you just look at him.

“Yuta.. thanks for getting me out of that house. it means a lot to me”

“No problem.. what are best friends for? By the way, A few of my friends are going out for drinks tonight.. You should come”

“Sounds fun.. can I bring Olivia?” “Yeah”

You and Olivia arrive at the bar. You immediately look around for Yuta.

“Why are you looking for Yuta?” “Well I just wanted to let him know we got here safe” “Sure”

You turn around and look at her

“What are you trying to say?” “That you like him” “Why would I like him? We’re just friends” “Okay.. whatever you say”

You look around and see Yuta standing there with his friends Taeyong, Taeil and Johnny. Yuta looks over and notices you and waves his arms around like an idiot with a huge smile on his face

You grab Olivia’s arm and walk to him and his friends. Yuta meets you with a hug and kiss on the cheek and gives Olivia a hug.

'that was weird…’

Taeyong looks at you and smirks

“Y/N.. Do you want a drink?” “Sure!”

You all get a drink and Yuta stands beside you with his hand on your waist.. You look over at him and sip your drink. Olivia leans over towards you

“Yeah because friends do that a lot” “shut up!”

-10 minutes pass-

You notice Yuta move his hand as he walks to give a girl a hug. Olivia notices too and you quickly reach for another drink.

“You shouldn’t drink that much.. You already had 4 shots and a glass of wine and whiskey” “Don’t worry Olivia.. I’ll be fine”

You know you won’t be fine because for some reason you feel a little weird being around Yuta. It wasn’t like that before you moved in together. You keep drinking until Taeyong pulls the drink out of your hand.

“Why are you drinking so damn much?!” “I-I just want to” “You shouldn’t drink that much. You’ll get sick”

The girl with Yuta leaves but you take your last sip and try to put your feelings away. Yuta walks up to you and notices that you look a little upset

“Y/N.. Whats wrong?” “Huh? oh nothing..”

You look at him and see how perfect his side profile is. How his bone structure is amazing, how long his eyelashes are and how gorgeous he is. You want to be mad at him but right now it seems almost impossible

Yuta just looks at you and smiles. He leans in and kisses you hard. Your eyes close slowly as you put your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

Next thing you know you’re in your bed waking up in the same clothes from last night. You walk and peek into Yuta’s room.

“Yuta?”

You look and see him asleep with the same girl from last night.. You feel like your heart hurts and is being split in two. You shut his door and call Olivia

“Hellooooo?” “OLIVIA WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT I LIKED HIM?!” “Huh? Oh Yuta.. Yeah I told you that about 30 times”

You sit on your bed

��well he’s in bed with that girl from last night and I feel like I want to cry”

“Why did he invite her? You two hit it off last night. Making out in the middle of the bar, dancing together..”

“Can you come over?” “I’ll be there soon”

You quickly hop in the shower and let the water pour all over your face. Trying to wash the night off and erase it from your mind.

-20 minutes later-

Olivia comes and you bring her straight into your room.

“I didn’t know I liked him until we moved in together.. What the fuck am I supposed to do? What if he marries her? Fuck.. what if-”

“Y/N.. listen to me… They aren’t getting married. It was just a hookup.. he probably doesn’t even like her..”

You hear the front door shut and you walk out in the kitchen to get coffee for you and Olivia. Not realizing you only have pajama shorts and a tight tank top on. Yuta notices you and just walks towards you to get some coffee too

“Did you have fun last night?”

Yuta is surprisingly quiet

“Yeah.. you?”

You chuckle

“sure”

you get the coffee and go back into your room. You give Olivia hers and then you hear a knock on the door.

“Ugh hold on… yea?” “Y/N.. can we talk?” “About..?” “Last night”

You roll your eyes

“there’s nothing to say.. We made out and you ended up brining a girl back. I think I’m pretty caught up”

“Y/N..It wasn’t like that.. I..was just nervous”

“Because we kissed? It was pretty rude kissing someone.. THEN having them come back with a complete different person”

“I know I was rude it’s just that, I’ve liked you for a while a-” “that’s a weird way of showing that you like someone”

“I just didn’t know if I was thinking right.. Us living together made it like 100 times worse.. I just always want to kiss you but I can’t..”

-Yuta brings you to the front room and you shut your door so Olivia doesn’t hear your conversation-

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship” “Well I realized that I liked you after moving in.. but I didn’t go fuck someone” “I know… That was just.. I wasn’t myself”

Yuta puts his hand on yours

“Y/N..I’m sorry”

Yuta gets up and goes into his room and shuts the door.

That next day Yuta brings that girl over again. You’re in the kitchen baking cookies as you see her walk in

“Haha wow.. cute”

You call Olivia

“Olivia… why is she here again?” “The bitch? If he said he likes you why the fuck would he bring her over??” “I’m trying to make cookies and I’m getting mad..” “Ignore him.. he’s being an asshole right now.. I have to go. I’ll call you later.. Love you” “Love you too”

You continue to bake and Yuta comes in the kitchen

“Hey”

You ignore him and put the cookies in the oven then walk into your room. He comes and knocks on the door.

“Why are you ignoring me?” “Why are you being an asshole?? you said you like me.. Then you go and bring the same girl back again”

“I… We aren’t doing anything”

“Okay.. Can you leave because I didn’t move out of a fucked up place where people argue everyday to do the same thing here”

-You go back in the kitchen a few minutes later and see Yuta have the girl leave-

“Is that better?” “excuse me?” “I had her leave… you happy now?” “haha sure..”

“She was just here to get some of her things she left here”

“okay”

You take the cookies out of the oven and put them on the counter. Yuta walks to you and turns you around and kisses you again. Harder than before. You push him away

“Kissing me isn’t going to make it better” “be quiet for a second”

He places his hands around your waist and yours are on his chest. You stop trying to fight back and kiss him.

“Y/N” “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry… I keep fucking up.. I’ve never felt like this before. I haven’t really been in a relationship. I just.. I’m used to what my parents do so it just seems natural.. But I know it’s wrong..”

“You can’t just sleep with someone after kissing a complete different person.. You honestly hurt me”

It’s true.. he did hurt you. He isn’t the kind of person to do that. He’s just a sweet person that has a smile that makes everyone around him smile as well.

“What if I promise I’ll never do that again? And I delete her number? then will you forgive me?” “Yuta…”

“No… I want to work things out.. I like you and I want to be with you. You make me a better person but I keep fucking up and I need to stop”

You smile at him quickly and kiss him once more

“Just stop being mean.. delete her number, don’t cheat and don’t do what your parents did”

“okay.. Promise” “Promise”

He seals the promise with a kiss

“so.. do you want to date me?” “yeah” “I promise I’ll be better.. I won’t fuck around” “If you do that again.. I’ll punch you”

“haha okay” “can you help me with the cookies?”

Yuta hugs you tightly and kisses you on the lips then cheek and forehead

“What kind of cookies did you make?” “red velvet and chocolate chip”

-After making the cookies-

Yuta grabs your hand

“let’s go lay down” “huh..? okay”

As he holds your hand and brings you into your room, you get butterflies and get nervous. You’ve never held his hand like this before, well only when he acted like he was your boyfriend but this time he really was. All you could do was look at his hand holding yours. His fingers wrapped around yours and feeling somewhat comfortable and safe.

Yuta has always been very protective over you, always made sure you ate and that you weren’t in trouble. Made sure no men messed with you. But now having him as your boyfriend instead of just your best friend made it different.

“I know this is random but I just want to lay down and cuddle with you for a while” “Oh.. t-that’s fine”

You haven’t been close with a boy before seeing as they would usually cheat or hurt you so you never had the chance to cuddle.

Yuta holds your hand and brings you to your bed

“Don’t be nervous Y/N.. I’m not going to hurt you”

He smiles and kisses you. You lay down and he wraps his arms around you as you face each other. You look at him and see each beauty mark, every pore, each acne scar. You see how pink his lips are and now nice is jawline is. You see his eyelashes twirling around the rest and his hair slightly in his eye and it scares you because you haven’t been that close to him before.

He has one hand on your waist as yours are on his chest. He kisses you again but this time you don’t feel as scared. You kiss him back and move in closer. You stop kissing and smile at him.

“Y/N.. you’re beautiful” “thank you.. You’re handsome” “Thank you”

You both fall asleep in your room but you wake up to the doorbell. You quietly get out of bed, kiss Yuta’s head and walk to the door. It’s the girl Yuta was with before.

“Can I help you?”

She looks confused

“Um my name is Nancy, I’m looking for Yuta..” “sorry but my boyfriend is asleep right now. I’ll let him know you came”

Yuta walks out of the room shirtless, stretching and yawning

“who’s at the door? oh, hey Nancy.. Why are you here?” “You haven’t messaged me back..”

“oh yeah well I was busy last night.. see my girlfriend and I made cookies.. I’d invite you in for some coffee but I don’t want to. Have a good day”

He walks up to the door, shuts and locks it then kisses you.

“Good Morning beautiful.. do you want some coffee?” “G-Good morning.. sure”

Yuta grabs your hand and brings you to the kitchen

“how did you meet her?” “who Nancy? we met at a party when I was like 19. She’s always been like that”

You go to meet Olivia at the ice cream shop

“so you two are a couple now? You should sound a little more happy”

“I am happy.. It’s just that girl Nancy. She came over this morning. What if he invites her over while I’m at work or out with you?”

“If he does that, I’ll beat the shit out of him. But I think he has more sense than that” “You’re right… I’m just overreacting”

Olivia gives you a small smile

“I wouldn’t say overreacting.. you’re just worried”

-Home-

You get back home to see Yuta in the kitchen.

“I decided to make waffles again. Maybe they’ll taste better this time. Oh I got these for you”

He walks over to you and gives you a bouquet of roses

“aww Yuta.. thank you”

You kiss him and he gives you a wide smile.

“Yuta.. can I talk to you?” “of course”

You sit down at the island in the kitchen

“I’m worried.. about Nancy” “what about her?” “That you’ll invite her over again”

He stops cooking and looks at you

“Don’t worry, you’re the only person I want to be with. Nancy was just a hookup but you.. you’re a long time relationship and love. I would never cheat on you”

“Okay.. I’m sorry for bringing it up”

“You don’t need to apologize.. I just want you to know that she’s not coming back over again. I told her today and she was pissed but she’ll obviously get over it”

“okay..” “I know you’ve been in shitty relationships but trust me.. I won’t do that to you. I need you to trust me”

It’s true that you’ve had shitty relationships before. Being cheated on and hurt and Yuta had to be the one to cheer you up and fight all of the guys. You were scared. You didn’t want to get hurt but you know Yuta isn’t like any of those guys. He’s a sweet heart..

“I trust you”

Yuta takes the last waffle out of the waffle iron, butters it, turns the waffle iron off and walks to you. He cups your face with his hands and kisses you hard. He kisses you more passionately and you can feel how much he likes you with each kiss. Each time he moves his tongue around yours.

You stop kissing and he looks at you

“You’re cute”

He kisses your nose and takes the flowers for you. He cuts the ends then puts them in a vase with water. You walk to him and hug him from behind burying your face into his shirt and smell his cologne.

“Can I have a waffle?”

He turns around and faces you. His hands on your hips and yours on his chest

“Yeah, I invited Jaehyun, Taeyong, Mark, Lucas, Renjun and Olivia over. We’re having a waffle contest”

“I already know yours are going to be the best”

“you’re on the right team”

-Yuta cups your face again and kisses you again. Making you smile with each kiss-

#nakamoto yuta #yuta #nct #nct 127 #nct yuta #nct dream #nct 2018 #nct u #fanfiction #fanfic #nctfanfiction #nctfanfic #yutafanfic #yutafanfiction #nctscenario #yutascenario #kpopfanfiction

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theresiajm-blog · 4 years ago

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A Letter [✅] (di Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/o9FjmN2zy6 "ᴊɪᴋᴀ ᴀᴋᴜ ʜᴀʀᴜs ᴍᴇᴍɪʟɪʜ ᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴀ ɴᴀᴘᴀs ᴅᴀɴ ᴄɪɴᴛᴀ, ᴍᴀᴋᴀ ᴀᴋᴜ ᴍᴇᴍɪʟɪʜ ɴᴀᴘᴀs ᴛᴇʀᴀᴋʜɪʀ ᴜɴᴛᴜᴋ ᴍᴇɴɢᴀᴛᴀᴋᴀɴ 'ᴀᴋᴜ ᴄɪɴᴛᴀ ᴘᴀᴅᴀᴍᴜ' "-ʟᴇᴇ ᴛᴀᴇʏᴏɴɢ. ©TishaAndry, May16th20

#fiksipenggemar #fanfiction #ff #historicalfiction #leetaeyong #nct127 #nct2018 #nctfanfiction #ncttaeyong #nctu #random #romance #sad #taeyong #books #amreading #wattpad

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jenchann · 2 years ago

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New Habits | Na Jaemin

High School au!

PAIRINGS: Jaemin x f!Reader.

WARNINGS: Explicit school smut, legal age, name calling, dirty talk, praising + shaming, slight lesbian action, dubious consent, semi-public banging.

a/n: dropping this even though i still haven't posted my other fic, its teaser i posted almost two months ago😭 enjoy you this you horny lil shits and happy Nana day.

SUMMARY: Na jaemin seems to catch you in compromising situations one too many times for your liking and it got on your nerves. But third time's the charm they say.

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#nctfanfiction #nct smut #nctsmut #jaemin smut #na jaemin #nct au #nct dream #nct dream fic #mark nct #jeno nct #nctzen

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cherrygyusworld · 2 years ago

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happier (l.ty)

cherrygyusworld

please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!

summary | after hearing the news that taeyong, your ex boyfriend, is dating another girl just days after the breakup, you’re devastated. just as you think that it can’t get worse, you end up meeting the happy couple in public.

category | idol!au, angst, sad, breakup!au, exboyfriend!taeyong

warnings | breakup, mentions of cheating, crying, leaving, just sad

word count | 1832

pairing | lty x fem reader

We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you

You sat blankly at the table, a cup of tea in your hands. It was cold from being left untouched for so long. Across from you, your best friend, Mark, looked at you with pity and exasperation.

"Come on, y/n. Please drink it. Or eat something. Should I order something?" His eyes sparkled and he leaped up from the bed. "We could go and try the new combo at the fried chicken restaurant down the street! Jeno went there a few days ago; he said it was the best thing he's ever had."

You let out a small shrug, trying to smile. Mark could see right through you, and the light in his eyes died.

"Y/n, how long are you going to keep moping over him? He's a piece of trash. Leave him and forget about it."

You felt tears flooding into your eyes. Again. You tried not to let them spill, but you couldn't help it and just started crying against Mark's chest for the millionth time this week.

"How could he move on so quickly, Mark? Three years. Three whole years of us and all our memories, and he found a new girl in less than a week. It's pathetic, isn't it? The fact that I can't get over him and he's hooking up with another chick not even a few days after we called it quits." You sniffled into his arms.

Mark let out a sigh, almost at the verge of tears himself. He never knew that Taeyong could just leave behind his entire past in such a quick time. It had shocked all of them, honestly, that their friend could be such a horrible person.

"I know, y/n. I know." He let you cry your pain away, at least temporarily, coaxing you by speaking soft words into your ears, stroking your hair. If he could hide the truth, he would've in an instant. But everyone was connected. You, Taeyong, Mark, all the members were best friends. There was no way that you couldn't have known. Even after you and Taeyong had broken up, you still remained in touch with the rest of the 22 boys. Your bond with them was so close that you would never be able to just leave them because of the breakup. Of course, Mark had expected you to find out, but he was hoping to stall the time for at least a few more days. Everything had been going fine until Haechan had opened his big fat mouth and told you that Taeyong was with another girl. Though you pretended to be fine at the time, you began to sob as soon as you set foot in your apartment.

After you'd finished weeping for the day, Mark helped hoist you up. "Come on, y/n. You've got this. Let's go try the new chicken, hm?" He grabbed your hand, ignoring your protests, and shoved you out the door.

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And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

As soon as you entered the chicken restaurant, you wanted to exit as fast as you'd come in. But Mark didn't see. He didn't see him. And though you tried to protest and quickly whisper that Taeyong was in the same shop as you two were, Mark ignored all of it, thinking that you were paranoid of being outside for the first time in five days. And by the time his and Taeyong's eyes met, there was nothing he could do.

"Will this table be alright?" The waitress asked, breaking the intensity of Mark's glare.

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah I guess. Thanks." He quickly turned to you. "You wanna leave? We can if you want."

You hesitated, considering it. It hurt to see Taeyong again, and especially with his new girl. He looked so... okay. Unfazed, laughing at the girl's words, smiling like he was in love all over again. But leaving would look weak now.

"No. Let's just stay." You said, looking down at the menu. You couldn't stand to see Taeyong's huge smile, which wasn't in your direction. Mark looked surprised, but he obliged, not wanting to have you starve for another day.

After you'd ordered, you couldn't help but steal glances at the new couple. They were so perfect. She was absolutely beautiful. You could simply tell by looking at her backside. Her posture was straight, she had gorgeous dark hair, and she had such fair complexity. It wasn't fair. You looked down at yourself, wishing you'd tidied yourself up a bit more before coming here.

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Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

When the chicken came out, you honestly almost forgot about Taeyong altogether. Jeno had been right; it was the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. You began to feel relaxed again, and more like yourself. You almost forgot about everything that had happened earlier this week. Almost.

"Oh, excuse me." Cold water spilled on your lap, accidentally knocked down by someone's bag, and a pair of hands quickly began to grab napkins from the table and help you wipe off. You looked up to see a beautiful girl, looking apologetic as she hurriedly soaked the tissues with water.

Your heart stilled for a second when you looked behind her to see Taeyong's frozen frame. The two of you didn't look away until the girl straightened up and bowed down to you.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spill the water. I'm very sorry again." You managed to give her a half-hearted smile.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." It's not your fault that Taeyong left me for you.

The girl let out an embarrassed, apologetic smile and held out a hand. "I'm Siyeon, by the way. Nice to meet you."

You tried to smile again but failed miserably. Instead, you shook her hand. "Y/n. This is my friend, Mark."

Mark, who had been glaring daggers at Taeyong, looked away for a few seconds and shook Siyeon's hand as well. Siyeon stepped back and gazed up at Taeyong adoringly.

"This is my boyfriend, Taeyong." She smiled softly, and then looked embarrassed when he didn't say anything. "Yongie..." She muttered.

Taeyong shook his head. "Yes, sorry." He seemed uncertain as of what to say. He cleared his throat. "I- nice to see you again, y/n. You too, Mark."

Siyeon looked surprised. "You all know each other?"

You shrugged a little. "Just a bit. Mark and Taeyong work together, so I've come across him a few times."

Siyeon laughed. "Oh, that's nice. Yongie, why didn't you tell me? We could've had a friendly dinner together." She slapped his chest playfully and turned back to the two of you. "I'm glad to have met you, y/n, Mark. Hopefully, we can grab a bite to eat together next time." She took Taeyong's hand and started towards the door. "Let's meet again sometime! Text Taeyong to let us know." She waved, and in an instant, the couple left.

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I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

You didn't know how to feel. You wanted to hate Siyeon's guts. You wanted to hate them. You wanted to remove Siyeon from the picture so you could have Taeyong to yourself again.

But you couldn't. Siyeon was so kind, beautiful, and charming. She had the aura that dragged people in, and in some way, you understood how Taeyong had gone to her as soon as the two of you had quit.

Mark, on the other hand, was venting. He wouldn't stop arguing about how horrible Taeyong was, and how you never deserved him. He only stopped fuming when he dropped you off at your apartment door and made you promise that you would be okay. After that, he left, and you turned back to your home.

"Hey."

You screamed as you threw your bag at whoever was standing in the dark. There was a scuffle, the sound of the bag hitting the person squarely in the chest, and glass shattering as things were knocked over.

"No, stop! It's me --ow-- it's me, y/n! Taeyong! Lee Taeyong!" Just as you were about to throw your book at him, the lights switched on and Taeyong lay there on the floor, looking half-dead. He winced as he pulled himself up, careful not to touch any of the broken glasses.

"T-taeyong? What are you doing here?" You asked, surprised and on the verge of breaking down again.

He ruffled his hair sheepishly. "I thought I owed you an apology."

"Oh." You replied, unsure of what to say. Your heart ached and beat a thousand times faster as awkward silence filled the air.

"I-I'm sorry, y/n." Taeyong blurted out. "I never cheated on you, I promise. I would never. I did meet Siyeon when we were dating, but I didn't think much of it until our breakup; and it wasn't any flirty, romantic relationship. She just... she was just the right person for me later." He nervously tapped his foot on the floor. "I-I guess I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I really loved you and I hope you don't misunderstand and think I cheated on you."

Every word made your heart ache. Loved. Right person. I'm sorry.

You tried your best to put on a strong face. "It's fine, Taeyong. I know you wouldn't cheat. And besides, you have nothing to apologize for. Siyeon is a wonderful person... and I'm happy for you. Really."

Taeyong let out a relieved sigh, and you could almost see the burden of the news lifting off of his shoulders. You tried to smile, and it must've worked, because Taeyong walked over and gave you a light, awkward hug. "Thanks for being so understanding, y/n. I'm glad we got to have this talk."

"Yeah, me too," You croaked out, hoping there weren't any tears in sight. You slightly pushed him off and watched as he let out a soft, sad smile.

"Thanks again, y/n. I'll see you around." With that, he was gone.

You looked out the window and watched as he walked out of the building and into a black car. The smile on his face was not gone unnoticed, huge and beaming as he smiled at Siyeon, who was sitting in the driver's seat. You finally felt a tear dripping down your face, a hand on the window, as the two drove off together in the cold night.

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

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PAIN

You got out from the shower and got dressed. The morning, somehow, was oddly quiet that made you a little bit uneasy. You ate your breakfast like usual, just a simple sandwich would do. Finishing your early morning routine, you sat down on yor bed, starting to scroll down your twitter timeline.

Till your eyes caught a shocking news about your NCT 127 bias, Haechan.

You could not believe your eyes, blinking several time to make sure that this is really happening.

But it was still there ; “NCT Haechan was caught being in contact with sasaengs.”

…………………………….

You spent up your entire day checking out about the rumour. The news had been circulating in twitter, creating a big issue between the fans. A lot of Haechan fans were posting their concerns, hoping that the whole rumour will just stay as one, but unfortunately, a bigger issue surfaced.

Some voice recordings were posted, one of them was a phone call recording. You tried to listen to them, but somehow your heart could not deny that it was not him. You were confused either to believe them or not. Some said the recordings was fabricated, that they were taken from the usual conversation in fansigning events. The phone call too, since the girl’s voice was retuned, she might have edited Haechan’s voice too.

Following the mess, some of the active fansites masternims cursed on him using their twitter, as if they were claiming that they thought they have special spots in Hachan’s heart. And that they were disappointed with his behavior. After posting such things, they went into hiatus, or worse, closed down.

But fans were more rational. They took this as a way to swept away immature fans. Since the whole rumour was not clarified true by SM Entertaiment themselves, they stayed strong for Haechan. Together, they looked after each other, relaying their strength to keep supporting him. Let aside the ‘stupid fans’ nickname or whatsoever. Their strongest weapon right then, was believing, or in other word, having faith on Haechan.

This was when the whole kpop fandoms learned that some of the fansites masternim, no matter from which fandom they came from, were actually just like the other ‘sasaeng’ fans. It was just that they were accepted, since they provided us fans with hd pictures, since they were equipped with expensive and higher quality cameras to record the celebrities activities for the fans that would not be able to attend some events.

You follow the advices to not posting anything regarding the rumour, but instead joining others to post motivational words for Haechan. At this rate, the fans could only wish for the best, since they could not physically be with him. But judging from the bandwagon formed to bashed him, of course anonymously, online to bring him down, you know that this was a serious matter.

The issues continued for a few days, till finally, the girl who originally posted the rumour, stood up to tell everyone, that the rumour was totally FAKE. And yes, she only apologized online and vanished again just like that. She was just kidding around, but eventually it manage to shake the whole fandom, and the exaggerating rumours spread around, just like that. A painful mistake caused by a silly twitter post.

Some of the fans that stayed until the end could finally be at ease, although it took them their whole strength not to curse at the liar. (some of them already did). But still, the trouble was made. A lot of things happened in between. Loss of fans could not be stopped, but at least, everyone learnt a lesson. To not blindly believe in rumours.

Haechan, in the other hand, was obviously taken aback by the rumours. He might be shocked, receiving this kind of stress in his early career, in the age of 17, which was still too young to face such a rumour. His smile totally disappeared. He looked like hiding between the members in airports, not talking much in stages as he always did. At that time, you and other fans knew something. That the fandom had lose their sassy sunshine, Lee Donghyuck. Some of the fans cried, worrying about his condition. Even if they knew the members will always be there for him, but the effect of the whole mess on he himself was undeniable.

Would the sun shine back at his fullest?

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And the whole darkest era of the eclipse started. No more Haechan’s cute laugh. No more selca from him on the Instagram. He was even cut out from the entire official video updates from SM. Either the B-sides tracks MVs, or the behind the scenes videos. Completely out of EVERYTHING.

However, the fans were always tagged their official accounts with supporting messages for him, hoping that he would read them to know that a lot of people were actually there for him.

Months after, there was a picture of him smiling posted by a fansite. The whole fandom was so excited that they also cried, but this time, in eternal happiness. Thank God, the smiley Haechan was back. Getting closer to his 17th birthday, the fans were planning a surprise event at a certain concert, but sadly the event failed since the original idea was to sing birthday song during self-introduction. But there was no self-introduction by the artist. But anyway, everyone enjoyed seeing him at the concert, with his new magenta hair (yes, since it was a bit exposed why does they keep making him wear that beanie?).

NCT 127 geared up for their comeback with the title song Cherry Bomb and guess what? You were a proud mom seeing your son Haechan’s teaser photos, he nailed it. Even though everyone was expecting that he got more lines in the track, he ended up sing ‘if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands’, but still, you were crying like crazy at that iconic line (haha). You were grateful enough that he got a solo dance part, with that killer moves because once again, he nailed it.

At their comeback showcase, you watched them live with teary eyes. While tapping hearts and leaving various supporting comments, you realized how much he grew up. And his new style made him stood out the most. Seeing him shocked when realizing that the loud cheers were for him, you were deeply touched and sad since you know how much he deserved them, since he was a wonderful person. You wished he would think higher of himself.

You kept up to date with their comeback, watching the fluffy Haechan coming back little by little. Time heal the wound, you thought. Whether it was for him, or the fans themselves.

Going through the whole mess together, the fandom has been stronger. The new era of Cherry Bomb was like the new start for them. With high hopes to make NCT’s sytle of music acknowledged by the public listeners, NCTzens promoted hard everywhere, resulting NCT to get their first win on MCountdown.

You were so glad that you decided to have faith on Haechan that you stayed loyal to the end. No words could describe your feelings towards him. It was not like you want to date him or something. You was not more than just as a fan. You just want to protect him, just as if he was your little brother. You did not want to see him hurt. Not ever again. Deep down in your heart, you wished so that he stays safe forever and more important, to always be happy.

writer’s note : today marks the 1st year of Haechan with NCT, so this is a token of my gratitude towards him. please love him a lot ^^

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