#nicholas choi readers

[blossominghunnie]

Sugar Rush

Kwon Hyejin “Star”: 02 liner, leader, main rapper, lead dancer.

Oh Hana: 01 liner, main vocalist and dancer.

Lim Yeri: 99 liner, lead vocalist and rapper.

Bae Eunji “Moon”: 03 liner, main dancer, vocalist, and maknae.

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Taglist: @deafeningtyrantmilkshake, @renjunsfavaries, @avochele

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[dean-a-mean-tae]

DEANAMEANTAE's K-pop Master list

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ASKs

KEY:

[F] Fluff [S] Steamy [A] Angst 💼 CEO 🔪 Yandere 🎯 Mafia 🐺 Werewolf ✨ Soulmate 🐇 Hybrid 💞 Poly Relationship 🌀 Crack

E2L Enemies to Lovers F2L Friends to Lovers S2L Strangers to Lovers

*.·:·Extra Member.·:·.*

Choi Harmony (HIATUS)

BTS extra member au with a female OC

Nicholas Ross

Stray Kids extra member au with a male OC | Nicholas Ross Tag

*.·:·Stray Kids.·:·.*

OT8

Stray Kids as Yanderes [🔪]

Stray Kids as Hybrids [🐇]

Take A Rest [F,💞]

Bang Chan

Soft Drabble 1

Lee Minho

He Wouldn't, Right? [Soft🔪]

Seo Changbin

Nothing yet

Hwang Hyunjin

Nothing yet

Han Jisung

Nothing yet

Lee Felix

Nothing yet

Kim Seungmin

Nothing yet

Yang Jeongin

My Dearest (TEASER)

My Dearest [S2L, F, Slight angst? EXTREMELY soft 🔪] SUMMARY: Reader is told to help Gordon trick the Addams family into believing he's the missing brother of Gomez Addams. However, Morticia and Jeongin suspect the man is a fraud. Their suspicion is slightly clouded by their positive view of Reader. Along the journey, Reader gains a dedicated "lover." A lover who drinks his respect juice every morning and snorts consent every chance he can get. How do the frauds get out of this mess? WARNINGS: Manipulation(Not from Jeongin), blood (nothing gory), talk of death (it's the Addams Family, what did you expect?), The reader is slightly taller than Jeongin (not too much but it is noticeable), Talk about killing for the reader's smile, Jeongin is a whipped simp, Gomez is a whipped simp for Morticia, Jeongin and Reader are a mini Gomez and Morticia. Jeongin follows after Gomez, so there is a little slight yandere in this. He's a soft yandere, but I understand that some people are uncomfortable about them.

©️DEANAMEANTAE

[olderthannetfic]

Haha. Yeah, a lot of these are from similar parts of fandom, so if you don't hang out there, they'd sound very unfamiliar.

Here's a quick attempt at a breakdown. Some of these have multiple media types.

Anime/Manga:

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku - BNHA

Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto - BNHA

Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks - BNHA

Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto - BNHA

Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya - Bungou Stray Dogs

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi - Bungou Stray Dogs

Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi - Haikyuu!!

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou - Haikyuu!!

Mikage Reo/Nagi Seishirou - Blue Lock

Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru - Jujutsu Kaisen

Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto - Naruto

Roronoa Zoro/Sanji - One Piece

Mitsui Hisashi/Miyagi Ryota - Slam Dunk

Other Animation:

Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak - South Park

Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh - South Park

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug - Miraculous Ladybug

Amity Blight/Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Books:

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin - HP

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter - HP

Regulus Black/James Potter - HP

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy - HP

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter - HP

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley - HP

Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley - HP

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort - HP

Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson - Percy Jackson

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard - All For The Game - Nora Sakavic

Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo

Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk - Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong

BL/Danmei:

Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú) - Heaven Official's Blessing

Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn - MDZS/The Untamed

Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun - KinnPorsche

Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun - KinnPorsche

RPF:

k-pop:

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V - BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin - BTS

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin - BTS

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin - BTS

Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know - Stray Kids

Bang Chan/Lee Felix (Stray Kids) - Stray Kids

Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun - TXT

other music:

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson - 1D

minecraft streamers:

Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza

Clay | Dream/GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF)

Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit

Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Video games:

John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley - CoD

Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader - CoD

Sans/Sans (Undertale) - Undertale

Astarion/Tav (Baldur's Gate) - Baldur's Gate 3

Alhaitham/Kaveh (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Cyno/Tighnari (Genshin Impact) - Genshin Impact

Blade/Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail) - Honkai: Star Rail

Link/Zelda (Legend of Zelda) - Legend of Zelda

Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist - Persona 5

Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa - Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE!

Western superheroes:

Dick Grayson & Jason Todd - Batman

Tim Drake & Jason Todd - Batman

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne - Batman

James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU

Peter Parker & Tony Stark - MCU

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU

James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader - MCU

Miguel O'Hara/Reader - Spiderverse movies

Western live action:

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) - 9-1-1

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) - Good Omens

Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) - Good Omens

Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter - Hannibal

Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring - Heartstopper

Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon

Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) - House of the Dragon

Lucy Carlyle/Anthony Lockwood - Lockwood & Co.

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) - Merlin

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands - Our Flag Means Death

Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Red, White & Royal Blue

Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling - The Sandman

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - Sherlock

Castiel/Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester - Supernatural

Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren - Star Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler - Stranger Things

Will Byers/Mike Wheeler - Stranger Things

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Olivia Benson/Elliot Stabler - Law & Order: SVU

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Ellie & Joel (The Last of Us) - The Last of Us

Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen - The Rookie

Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair - Wednesday

Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion - The Witcher

[bloom-hypen]

BOOK RECOMMENDATION'S!?

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩـ. Cupid - Fifty fifty

📱= Smau 📄 = Written 🎀 = Fluff 🌧 =angst

🌟 = Favorite's

˗ˏˋ ★ ENHYPEN ★ ˎˊ˗

The bad boys by @filmbyjy 📄🌧

I love the concept and honesty. Even if I had tears in some, the stories were so interesting, and I was invested big time!

・┆✦ Lee Heeseung

TWITTER SUCKS! By @filmbyjy 📱

It's really funny and I genuinely enjoy reading it! This writer's work are always fun for me to read, so I definitely recommend!

・┆✦ Park Jay

The second choice by @missmadwoman 📱

I have been reading it and it's so cute! Also the story is very interesting and I love reading this smau!

RUN2U by @liveloveleiwrites 📱🌟

Got me in my feels real😢 This is just a sad but cute story. The plot is definitely something I am enjoying, and I can't wait for the next chapter!

・┆✦ Sim Jake

Accidentally in love by @wanna-live-yn-life 📱🌟

Jake, in this story, makes me soft! I live how the characters are portrayed!

・┆✦ Park Sunghoon

Vlive confession by @starjaeyun 📱

I love the plot! It's so cute! I really enjoy this smau so I hope it continues!

Till death do us part by @iyeonjuni 📱🌟

When I say sunghoon is a prince, this story makes me think I'm right and all the engene who agree. The drama is also very fun to enjoy!

RUN2U by @liveloveleiwrites 📱

This is a sunghoon x reader x jay! So the angst will definitely get me! Watch me switch sides more than 20 times😭

You(r shoelaces) are pretty by @hannie-dul-set 📄🌟

This is so cute!! Honestly, it made me melt!! Honestly, this is something sunghoon would probably do 🫠

・┆✦ Kim Sunoo

HEY CUPID! By @liliansun 📱🌟

Sunoo cupid! The concept is amazing, and I just love this plot! I definitely am invested!

A little thing called first love by @theebaragi 📱🌟

The first sunoo smau I read! Honestly, the most cute and adorable story I love the way it just made me feel like I was there it was just amazing!

・┆✦ Yang Jungwon

Mint chocolate shirt by @wonieleles 📱

The sad story of how jungwon holds grudges... but honestly, this story is really good and makes me happy!

・┆✦ Nishimura Riki

Take two by @chiyuv 📱🌧🌟

I love niki Angst [just angst getting me in my feels] , and even if it makes me sad. This story is the reason! I love the way it just makes you feel how the characters feel and gives such a good story!

Cupid's corner by @amakumos 📱

This story really got me being a detective, but I don't mind! The plot was also very interesting!

˗ˏˋ ★TOMARROW BY TOGETHER ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Choi Yeonjun

Spots on! By @h00nerz 📱🌟

I watched miraculous for a long time, and this story just brings back my childhood with a cute concept! Also, yeonjun as chat noir😍

・┆✦ Choi Soobin

Drama by @btxtreads 📱

This had me laughing, and honestly it is just so cute! Actor soobin brings me life!

・┆✦ Choi Beomgyu

・┆✦ Kang Taehyun

・┆✦ Huening Kai

Tiktok challenge! By @heefm 📱

I started reading this and just fell into a little Heuningkai bias wrecker moment, but overall, it is just a good read I started!

˗ˏˋ ★ STRAY KIDS ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Bang Chan

・┆✦ Lee Know

・┆✦ Seo Changbin

・┆✦ Hwang Hyunjin

・┆✦ Han Jisung

・┆✦ Lee Felix

・┆✦ Kim Seungmin

・┆✦ Yang Jeongin

˗ˏˋ ★ &TEAM ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Koga Yudai [K]

・┆✦ Murata Fuma

・┆✦ Wang Yixiang [Nicholas]

・┆✦ Byun EuiJoo [Ej]

・┆✦ Nakakita Yuma

・┆✦ Asakura Jo

・┆✦ Shigeta Harua

・┆✦ Takahashi Riki [Taki]

・┆✦ Hirota Riki [Maki]

˗ˏˋ ★ NEWJEANS ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Kim Minji

PR STUNT by @silantryoo 📱🌟

My inspiration and the reason why I have a gg smau in my drafts! This book brought me life and 100 years of happiness! I love the way the writer makes it feel so immersed! [Maybe I'm really just a big minji fan😪]

New girl by @newjeansimagine 📱🌟

This honestly has me invested, and I can't wait for the next chapter! The drama is getting good😎

・┆✦ Pham Hanni

・┆✦ Marsh Danielle

・┆✦ Kang Haerin

・┆✦ Lee Hyein

˗ˏˋ ★ LE SSERAFIM ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Miyawaki Sakura

・┆✦ Kim Chaewon

・┆✦ Huh Yunjin

・┆✦ Nakamura Kazuha

・┆✦ Hong Eunchae

˗ˏˋ ★ KEP1ER ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Choi Yujin

・┆✦ Shen Xiaoting

・┆✦ Sakamoto Mashiro

・┆✦ Kim Chaehyun

・┆✦ Kim Dayeon

・���✦ Ezaki Hikaru

・┆✦ Huening Jaleh Bahiyyih

・┆✦ Seo Youngeun

・┆✦ Kang Yeseo

˗ˏˋ ★ I'VE ★ ˎˊ˗

・┆✦ Kim Gaeul

・┆✦ Ahn Yujin

・┆✦ Naoi Rei

・┆✦ Jang Wonyoung

20cm by @kangminjissi 🌟📝

So freaking cute! Absolutely loved it! The story almost made me cry at one point, but it's amazing!!🤧

・┆✦ Kim Jiwon [Liz]

・┆✦ Lee Hyunseo [Leeseo]

Thank you to the amazing writers for these beautiful stories!! 🫶

You may have also noticed I read a lot of smau's 😭 so I don't mind some recommendations !

Also, the links will be added soon! Or you can ask ask me for them and I'll happily give them!😊

[reve-dream]

Books actor Hong Kyug has read

1. 村上春樹 「職業としての小説家」/Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami (2015)

[Nylon Korea March 2018 | Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

2. Livro do Desassossego/The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa (1982)

[2018.10.12 bluecages instagram post | 2021.10.26 naver fancafe post | Dazed Korea January 2022 | Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

3. Wenn die Haut zu dünn ist: Hochsensibilität – vom Manko zum Plus by Rolf Sellin (2011)

[2018.10.12 bluecages instagram post]

4. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)

[2018.10.12 bluecages instagram post]

5. Henry V by William Shakespeare

[2018.10.12 bluecages instagram post]

6. 제11회 젊은작가상 수상작품집 : 강화길 <음복> "The 11th Young Writer Award Collection: Eumbok (Partaking of Sacrificial Food and Drink)" by Kang Hwa-gil (2020)

[매경Economy interview ② 2020 | Cine21 June 2020 1259th edition]

7. Winners Take All by Anand Giridharadas (2018)

[Cine21 June 2020 1259th edition | bluecages Q&A instagram story | Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

8. Bieguni/Flights by Olga Tokarczuk (2007)

[매경Economy 2020 interview ②]

9. 村上春樹 「色彩を持たない多崎つくると、彼の巡礼の年」/Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami (2013)

[bluecages Q&A instagram story | Minumsa naver blog/Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람 | Dazed Korea January 2022]

10. The Shallows by Nicholas G. Carr (2010)

[bluecages Q&A instagram story]

11. 강화길, 서이제, 임솔아 <소설 보다 : 여름 2020> "See the Novel: Summer 2020" by Kang Hwa-gil, Seo I-je, Im Sol-ah

[bluecages Q&A instagram story | 2020.07.14 bluecages instagram post]

12. Agnès Varda: Interviews, Ed. T. Jefferson Kline (2014)

[bluecages Q&A instagram story]

13. 박은지 <여름 상설 공연>/"Summer Permanent Performance" by Park Eun-ji (2021)

[2021.11.03 bluecages instagram story]

14. 전하영, 김멜라, 김혜진, 박서련, 서이제, 한정현, 김지연 <2021 제12회 젊은작가상 수상작품집> "The 12th Young Writer Award Collection" by Jun Ha-young, Kim Mel-la, Kim Hye-jin, Park Seo-ryun, Seo I-je, Han Jung-hyun, Kim Ji-yeon (2021)

[bluecages instagram story]

15. 村上春樹 「女のいない男たち」/Men Without Women by Haruki Murakami (2014)

[2022.02.08, 2022.02.14 bluecages instagram story | Allure Korea March 2022 | Marie Claire Korea June 2022 | Minumsa naver blog/Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

16. 한강 <작별하지 않는다>/I Do Not Bid Farewell by Han Kang (2021)

[Marie Claire Korea June 2022 | 2022.09.19, 2022.10.01, 2022.10.03 bluecages instagram story, GQ Korea February 2024]

17. 김진영 <아침의 피아노> "The Morning Piano" by Kim Jin-young (2018)

[2022.05.30 bluecages instagram story | Marie Claire Korea June 2022]

18. 정보라 <저주토끼>/Cursed Bunny by Chung Bo-ra (2017)

[Marie Claire Korea June 2022 | Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

19. 최은영 <애쓰지 않아도> "Don’t Push Yourself" by Choi Eun-young (2022)

[bluecages instagram story]

20. 太宰治 「人間失格」/No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai (1948)

[Minumsa naver blog/Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

21. 장강명 <한국이 싫어서> "Because I Don't Like Korea" by Chang Kang-myoung (2015)

[Minumsa naver blog/Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

22. 松家仁之 「火山のふもとで」 "At the Foot of a Volcano" by Masashi Matsuie (2012)

[Minumsa naver blog/Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

23. 박준 <운다고 달라지는 일은 아무것도 없겠지만>/"Although Crying Would Not Change Anything" by Park Joon (2017)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

24. 한강 <소년이 온다>/Human Acts by Han Kang (2014)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

25. 한강 <채식주의자>/The Vegetarian by Han Kang (2007)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

26. The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro (1989)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

27. 松家仁之 「光の犬」 "Dog of Light" by Masashi Matsuie (2017)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

28. 유현준 <공간이 만든 공간> "Space Created Space" by Yoo Hyun-joon (2020)

[Littor 36th edition/읽는 사람]

29. 한강 <여수의 사랑>/Yeosu by Han Kang (1995)

[Cine21 LIST 2022/GQ Korea February 2024]

30. Swimming in the Dark by Tomasz Jedrowski (2020)

[2023.01.17 bluecages instagram post]

31. 읽는 사람-허윤선 인터뷰집/Reader: Interview Collection by Heo Yoon-sun (2023)

[2023.04.15 bluecages instagram story]

32. 한강 <내 여자의 열매>/Fruits of My Woman by Han Kang (2000)

[Elle Korea September 2023]

33. 한강 <검은 사슴>/Black Deer (1998)

[GQ Korea February 2024]

34. 한강 <흰>/ The White Book (2016)

[GQ Korea February 2024]

35. Haruki Murakami 「一人称単数」 / First Person Singular (2020)

[bluecages instastory]

36. Yoshifumi Nakamura 「住宅巡禮」 "Housing Tour"

[bluecages instastory]

Goodreads Listopia:

[bookclub4m]

Episode 186 - Suspense Fiction

This episode we’re discussing the fiction genre of Suspense! We talk about crime, mysteries, horror, and even suspense!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Ascension by Nicholas Binge

The Best American Mystery and Suspense 2023 edited by Lisa Unger and Steph Cha

Malice by Keigo Higashino

Dead Woman Walking by Sharon J. Bolton

Alice in Borderland by Haro Aso (Wikipedia)

Night Fever by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips

Reckless by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips

A Solitude of Wolverines by Alice Henderson

Read But Not Mentioned

Find Me by Anne Fraser

Ghost Eaters by Clay McLeod Chapman

The Midnight Line: Jack Reacher #22 by Lee Child

The Phantom Scientist by Robin Cousin, translated by Edward Gauvin

Wyrd, vol. 1 by Curt Pires and Antonio Fuso

Colorless, vol 1 by Kent

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry by Mary Higgins Clark

Other Media We Mentioned

Scalped by Jason Aaron, R.M. Guera, and others 

Case Histories by Kate Atkinson

At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft (Wikipedia)

Welcome to the Goddamn Ice Cube by Blair Braverman

Small Game by Blair Braverman

Links, Articles, and Things

Hark! Podcast

Category:Fiction about death games (Wikipedia)

What Matthew described as “escape room fiction”

Final girl (Wikipedia)

20 Suspense Novels by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji

Dirty Laundry by Disha Bose

A Person of Interest by Susan Choi

When No One is Watching by Alyssa Cole

Sleeping with Strangers by Eric Jerome Dickey

The Between by Tananarive Due

Shutter by Ramona Emerson

The Other Black Girl by Zakiya Dalila Harris

We Lie Here by Rachel Howzell Hall

The Mantis by Kotaro Isaka

My Sweet Girl by Amanda Jayatissa

The Leftover Woman by Jean Kwok

Are You Sara? by S.C. Lalli

Cherish Farrah by Bethany C. Morrow

The Man in My Basement by Walter Mosley

Ride or Die by Gail-Agnes Musikavanhu

Fish Swimming in Dappled Sunlight by Riku Onda, translated by Alison Watts

Sinister Graves by Marcie R. Rendon

There Should Have Been Eight by Nalini Singh

In the Dark We Forget by Sandra S.G. Wong

Give us feedback!

Fill out the form to ask for a recommendation or suggest a genre or title for us to read!

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Join us again on Tuesday, December 19th it’s time for our Favourite Reads of 2023!

Then on Tuesday, January 2nd it’s time for trains, planes, and automobiles (and bicycles) as we discuss non-fiction books about Transit and Transportation!

[richrubies]

The Triple Take (Nafla x Reader)

This is different to all my other work in terms of layout and structure.

There are three different scenarios of one relationship, because when I think of Nafla, I just think straight BOYFRIEND material y’all, and I just couldn’t incorporate it all in to one whole story.

A relationship with him would be a mixture of love, angst, laughter and playfulness that I tried to capture through 3 quick and very different scenarios.

I hope you enjoy it!

CLICK THE LINKS BELOW TO FOLLOW THE STORY. THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO VIEW EACH OF THESE SCENARIOS.

PART 1: The Drunkard

PART 2: The Coat

PART 3: Loving you

Masterlist

[dimeforhispocket]

Sunday

Nafla x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: lazy sundays aren’t meant for much else

Notes: PWP, standing up sex, you can also read on my AO3

“Where you going?” His voice is gravelly as he snatches you from behind around the waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. 

You had been cuddling with Nicholas on the couch for the past half hour or so after a nice bout of living room sex, but now you needed a bit of a stretch. The entire day, all you two had been doing was sitting on your asses, watching movies, eating pizza and snacks, making out, lazy fucking, becoming the personification of the Lazy Sunday. He was actually trying to start another round, but you were getting bored of the spot. 

“I just need to stretch my legs a bit. We’ve been on the couch all day.” You groan back in your own crackly voice. 

“Nooo…” He whines in the cutest shy voice. You love how he can be needy and embarrassed about it at the same time. “I want you so bad.” 

“I literally sat on your dick twenty minutes ago.” You chuckle, but let him nuzzle his face into your neck. 

“I know, and just thinking about it makes me want you again.” You’re both still naked, so you can definitely feel the truth in his words pressed right up against your back. Nicholas’ hands roam across your body so fluidly that they feel as natural as clothes on your skin now. But still better. And he’s already moving his fingers down your stomach towards the apex of your thighs. 

What a dog. But you also love how turned on he is by you. “I can’t sit down again, we’re never gonna get up.” 

“Then let’s stay here.” The last thing he does to convince you is he slips his finger right back into your folds, which are still slick from your last session. He’s done this enough times that he knows how to get to your sweet spot right away, and he does exactly that because he knows he has to persuade you while he still can. He’s quick to add a second one and smirks quietly when your head falls back onto his shoulder. Got you right where he wants you. 

You’re so lost in the pleasure of his hands that you’ve forgotten that you’re still standing up straight on your feet until Nicholas slips his dick right into the small triangular gap at the top of your thighs. And wow-- “Nicky!” You gasp. 

“Ungh, yeah baby.” He groans as he slides back and forth between your clenched thighs, “Keep ‘em closed, nice and tight. So good.” 

He bites at your shoulder and you whine loudly, you can’t help it. His grip on your hips is unstoppable, and seeing the tip of his cock peek out at the front of your thighs while he’s sliding right up against your lips is hot torture. This is such a new and stiff position -- your leg muscles will undoubtedly start cramping at some point -- but it’s still so hot. It’s not like he’s holding you hostage here in this standing position, thought it sort of feels like it with the way his dick keeps rubbing against your pussy lips without going inside. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet. And damn thick.” he grunts, “It’s like I’m already inside you.” 

“Nick, please…” You beg. 

“S’matter, baby? You want me inside you?” He says into your ear. You nod vigorously, without a hint of shame, only desperation, “Yeah? Well, I need you to come for me first. Get you nice and wet for me.” 

He brings his fingers back in to rub at your clit, giving it the right amount of variation with circles and flicks. It’s amplified by the stable buzz his cock gives your lower lips by continuously rubbing against them. Nicholas is thrusting into the tightness of your thighs like he’s already inside you, spreading the leaking wetness from your core all over them. “Mmnnnn! Nicky, more… I want you inside me.” 

You’re not above begging, which amuses him to no end. The smirk on his face could pierce glass, it’s so sharp. “I know, babe, but what’d we say? Need you to come first. Come on, I know you can do it. Come for me? Mm?” 

God, the way he asks you. It’s not the same as when he gets really dominant and demanding, but his coaxing, patient voice makes you want to come for him all the same. It’s fucking cute and sexy, and only Nicholas Choi is capable of pulling off such a dichotomy so smoothly. 

A few more strokes at your clit and dirty words from his mouth and you’re all but gone. You whimper as you come and try to settle down against his chest, but there’s still something missing. Something hard, veiny, and you know will be the perfect shape inside of you. Without another word, you use the remaining strength in your shaky legs to take a step apart to open up for him. 

You’re already helping place him at your opening when he says, “Had a feeling you’d come around,” with a kiss at your shoulder. 

When he finally, finally slips inside, you breathe out a sigh of relief, and involuntarily squeeze around him. Your body is clearly happy to see him. He sucks a breath between his teeth and slips his hands down the length of your back before placing them at your hips again. He places a kiss between your shoulder blades before he starts moving, pumping in and out of you slowly. And as he keeps the pace, your back begins to arch forward more and more as you try to adjust the angle and get him close to your favorite spot. 

However, once he actually does hit you where it hurts so good, it catches you by surprise and sends you jolting forward. It’s only Nick who catches you by the waist that prevents you from falling to your knees. You don’t know if you’ll last much longer in this standing position. Yet somehow, when your walls pulse on their own against Nick’s dick, he finds the strength for the both you. 

Grabbing you by the wrists, he yanks you up like they’re reins to your torso and you almost automatically jump back up. Replacing his grip around your elbows, he keeps you upright by pulling your arms back even if your torso is limp. Your legs haven’t given just yet, so after he asks you if you’re good, he goes at you. Like a goddamn jackhammer. You actually feel like you’re being drilled into by his cock as you stick your ass back toward him and cry out in the wild fun of of it. 

You must be going nuts, because Nick is drilling into you like he’s mining for oil. Your eyes start to roll back from how good he feels, how much control he has over your body, how much he says he wants you even though he’s fucking you right now. “Fuck! Nicky, it’s so good!” you cry, because it really is. Leave it to him to have you coming like crazy like you haven’t been doing it all day just by switching it up a little. 

“Yes! Ungh. Fuck.” Nick makes all kinds of small noises and curses, but he’s still concentrated on ramming your insides at the perfect angles that make you noisy. It should be embarrassing how he knows your body so well that he can turn you into a wet, sloppy, mess on legs so easily, but all you feel is want, elation, love for him that he’s taken this time to learn as much. 

With only a short forewarning, you come undone in pulsing waves wrapped in Nicholas’ arms that have pulled you back against his chest to hold you up. Thank goodness, because your knees would’ve crashed right into the floor by now. Your legs are shaking from the strange intensity of the orgasm in such a new position. He keeps you held up until his last several thrusts into you lead him to his own orgasm and he kind of… pulses inside you for a few moments while standing frozen there. 

But soon after the high is gone and he pulls out, Nicholas collapses back onto the couch with you tow, so you land hard on his lap in a boneless heap. You’re both breathing hard, and it takes you another minute or so to find the strength to rotate in his lap to kiss him. Hugging you close and running a hand into your hair to bring your head closer to him, Nick is the one who makes the kiss even deeper and more meaningful than you expected. 

“Love you, baby.” 

He’s always surprising you like that. 

[sichengtual]

— summary: in which seungcheol, a high-collared executive at his dad’s firm, signs up for a fake dating service in an attempt to make everyone believe his life is more than just the office.

— pairing: choi seungcheol x reader.

— genre(s): fluff, humor, angst.

— au: fake dating, office.

— word count: 2091.

masterlist.

part two — business meeting.

“Thank you so much for meeting me here.” 

Seungcheol is nervous, and you can tell.

He sits up straight in his seat, shadows grazing upon his face like silhouettes, contrasting against the bright shimmer of his golden specs. He looks completely comfortable in his own skin, posture relaxed yet composed and facial expression completely at ease — and yet, there is something about him that lets you know not everything is the way it seems. It might be the fact that his grip on the napkin is a bit too tight for comfort and the tapping of his foot against the floor is a bit too loud for you to ignore, but you decide not to dwell on it when his eyes meet yours. 

“No problem,” you answer, crossing your legs under the table. “It’s a bit far from my place but when you said you’d pay for the meal, I really couldn’t say no.” 

“Yeah, I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone, you know,” he says, taking a sip from his wine glass. “This place is really close to my office, and I figured actually going out to lunch would be a very welcomed change.”

“Oh, so you’re actually addicted to your job?” A small laugh leaves your lips, accompanying your words. 

“When did I ever-”

“I just figured,” you shrugged.

Seungcheol was an interesting figure. At the first meeting, he was nice and extremely polite, which didn’t really differ from the way he spoke to you on the phone and through his texts. He was handsome, which, thinking of in addition to his personality, didn’t really add up to the kind of guys you usually have to fake a date with. Yoon Jeonghan and the like were handsome men, granted, but they never showed as much consideration as Choi Seungcheol, and that was coming from the first time you actually met him. Not that truth is written in first impressions but the one you were getting from him was a pretty good sign.

“Right,” he mutters, cheeks lighting up in embarrassment. “Am I really that easy to read?” 

You let out a laugh. “No, I’m just pretty good at reading people.” 

You wouldn’t consider yourself an overly attentive person, an expert at noticing and analyzing body language, or anything of the sort. You are just familiar with pretending, as you’ve always liked to say, and one of the things that comes with it is knowing people act in the exact same way they want to be perceived. Sometimes they succeed, and sometimes they don’t, but nevertheless, the method is always the same no matter the result. And, as such, you’ve found that there are a few cues that fall front and center every time a person is just creating the version of themselves they want you to see. 

“Anyways,” you say, clearing your throat. “What is it exactly that you need from me?” 

“Well, I was thinking we could pretend we’re —” 

“No, no, I know I’m here to let people believe we’re bangin’,” you blurt out. You notice Seungcheol’s eyes widening and cheeks lighting up at your words, and a part of you can’t believe that is really the most authentic reaction your classic line has gotten to the date. There is an unspoken rule of sorts based purely on how  “But who is it that we need to convince? An angry ex, a controlling parent, a meddlesome friend…”

“Meddlesome brother, more like,” he comments, voice a bit softer than it was a moment before. “He uh, he dates a lot, and I don’t, and seems to be under the impression I need to follow his example.” 

“It’s kinda weird how we’re expected to follow someone’s lead, isn’t it? Even when it’s something as personal as dating.” 

“Do you…”

“Oh, no,” you say. “I do it because the money comes in handy, you know. I don’t think anyone in my life actually ever believes I’m in a real, serious relationship.” 

“Do you mind if I ask why?” 

“Well, I’ve never been in one,” you answer, and it’s now your turn to grow shy at your own words. 

It’s not that you’re ashamed of it, because you know there’s nothing wrong with the pace your love life has been running by, but it’s not something you simply blurt out whenever you meet someone new. And especially not someone you’re about to date, even if it’s fake, because well, after all, you’re not exempt from the trying to be perceived a certain way. It’s never easy to tear a wall down, let out some sort of vulnerability. And it certainly isn’t like you. 

You turn your head and look outside, eyes peering through the windowsill that covers the entire wall right next to you. The restaurant rises on the top of some thirty-story building, and looking out from the window makes your stomach turn. It’s not about the height, per se, but the effect it has on everything around you. On the clouds, and how some sort of you feels as if they’ve gotten closer, and realest to the touch — and on the people, and how the mere height you’re looking at them from makes the whole scene kind of surreal. It’s as if the height has turned an every-day setting into a scene right out of a movie, characters and all, because the more you look at the figures moving on the ground below, the more their silhouettes blur in and out with each other. 

You shake your head. 

“So, do you have a plan already? Or have you at least thought of how we’re going to make your brother believe we’re dating?” You ask. “I usually go out on a few dinner dates or tag along to some event, but I… uh, thought maybe you’d figured something out already.”

“Well, I don’t think my brother will actually care if we’re together for a long time or not,” Seuncheol started. He hadn’t given it much thought, but considering the way Mingyu treated his own relationships, he didn’t really think his brother would look into the actual time Seungcheol ‘dated’ someone. “You could maybe stop by the office someday and we’ll come have lunch after that, call me when he’s around… I don’t know. I think he just has to see us together sometimes, don’t you think?” 

“That works for me,” you smile. “So, just a few days?”

“Yeah, just a few days.”

Seungcheol raises his cup, and as you imitate his gesture, you clink your cups together. 

“Well, I guess it’s on.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing it again.”

Vernon is looking at you from the other side of the couch. It comes out somewhat undecipherable, and a part of you wants to scold him for speaking with his mouth full, but he’d only shake his head at you as a response. He chews on his cereal as he finishes speaking, bowl already half finished resting on his lap. 

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you roll your eyes. “We’re just going out for lunch for a few days, that’s it. I’m barely even gonna get to know him.”

“Yeah, but after last time, I thought you were gonna quit… all of that.”

“That was different,” you say. Your voice is firm, words coming out of your mouth in complete certainty. “And it was a long time ago.”

“It’s only been a year.”

“A lot can happen in a year! 

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ve had some remarkable personal growth happening this year, with all those Nicholas Sparks novels you’ve been reading,” he laughs. “Anyways, I kinda get why you said yes.” 

You’re not sure whether he’s serious or not, because the tone of his voice lets nothing away. He always speaks in the same ‘I’m joking but I’m also not joking’ manner, which leaves you with his facial expressions to kind of get some idea of the actual direction conversations could take. 

“Oh, please, let me out of my misery,” you let out. You laugh a bit as you mutter the words, resting your back against the armrest of the couch. If there was one thing Vernon was good at, which you had told him plenty of times, was thrifting furniture. There definitely had to be some talent behind finding couches that felt just as new but actually were a fifth part of the price. “Enlighten me, you mind reader.”

“Come on, I saw his car when he was dropping you off,” he scoffs. Shaking his head, he takes in another spoonful of cereal in his mouth, chewing before he continues his grand, expert reasoning. “Although I’m not sure why he would need to come to you for… you know, whatever it is that you’ll do. Full offense, by the way.”

“Offense taken.”

“I’m just saying, if I had a car like that I wouldn’t hire someone to fake date me, if you know what I’m saying,” he shrugged, which would have diverted your attention if only he had not laughed as soon as he had finished speaking. You knew him better than that. 

“Oh God, are you saying the only reason you’re oh so painfully single is because you don’t drive a Mercedes Benz?” 

“I’m just saying maybe I wouldn’t need to have you and Chan tag along with me to the movies if I drove a Mercedes Benz!”

“Tag along with you? I’m the one that always pays at the movies, you idiot,” you accuse. “And don’t forget you’re the one that bought the Nicholas Sparks novels.”

Vernon spreads out his legs, kicking your feet off the couch in the process. He pretends not to notice, smirking and turning to face the TV, which, surprisingly, was playing yet another episode of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. You’re convinced that Vernon’s obsession with watching reality shows while eating cereal in his underwear every single Friday night might have more to do with him being single than not having a Mercedes Benz. 

“Poor guy, if he only knew your feet fucking stink,” he mutters under his breath before laughing at something on the TV. “I hope he asks for a refund! I would do it if it were me.” 

“One of these days, I’m actually going to kick you out,” you retort. You’re not, and he knows that, but that doesn’t stop you from “And I’ll let you know I’m actually a real catch.”

“Is that why you’re just as single as I am?” He laughs, turning his head to face you before sticking up his nose in your direction. Why was he even your friend? “Oh, and also, you’ve been kicking me out since we were in college.” 

“Yeah, I really should have done that when we were in college.”

“What, me?” 

“You wish,”

You laugh and roll your eyes, turning to look at the TV. A box of Cheerios sits opened on the coffee table, and you stretch your arm for it just as Vernon slurps the milk from his bowl. Unlike your roommate, you’re not caught up with the show, so you lazily keep your eyes on the screen as you snack on the honey-flavored cereal and let your thoughts roam free. A part of you keeps stuck on the lunch date — there was something about Seungcheol that was making it impossible for you to let go of your encounter. He was certainly different from the guys you had fake dated, because, oddly enough, you could tell some part of him was really unsure about the whole thing. He had been nervous, and you could sense it wasn’t just about meeting you, but of everything that could come out of it. 

He had been extremely nice, and as such, you had decided you were about to make it as easy for him as you could. Not because he had hired you, but because there was something in the way he smiled at you that let you know he was going to do the exact same thing for you. You had set up a plan in your head, and you would treat the whole thing as you would when making a new friend. 

A few days were enough to form a friendship, were they not? 

But, by now, you should also know plans don’t always work out. Time passes, and things change, and there is no security behind whatever words were first spoken. It always turns out that words are not written in stone, and neither are business deals.

[seodami]

Sucked in | CSC

INTRO

Summary: After a stressful year full of work and assignments, all you wanted to do was relax in the old, cozy library across the street from your apartment. Little did you know, your plans all vanished as you suddenly found yourself inside one of your favorite Mangas ‘My little ghost’ . A totally different magical world where soulmate connections exist. And it definitely didn’t help that you aggressively hit the main characters pretty nose with a book right when you arrived. Oh and how could you ignore that adorable squish ball, who just happened to be someone who you never thought existed...your soulmate? Will you ever find your way back home or spend the rest of your life inside a comic book? Or do you even want to go back after all what you’ve went through?

Genre: Comic AU, soulmate AU, fluff, angst, ...

Pairing: Comic Character!Choi Seungcheol x reader from another world

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“Why in the world do you worship this Comic so much Y/N? I know the dudes look good but...” your friend Suyeon suddenly pulled the already slightly wrinkled comic book from your grip with a frown on her face.

“But what? Leave me and my comic alone. My life is completely fine looking at them every day.” You huffed in an attempt to try getting your book back but without success. Suyeon was was taller than you and held it up high over her head. In moments like these you wanted to damn her glamorous 179 cm of height.

The tall girl shook her head aggressively with you nearly clinging onto her. “I’m serious. All I see is you reading this over and over. I’m slowly concerned about your mental health.”

You sighted. Of course you wouldn’t want her to know that she was right. Even when it was just a little bit.

“Stop it Suyeon, it’s really not that bad. I just...really like it. That isn’t bad at all, isn’t it?”

“I think it’s more of an obsession by now. You know, you could read other books. I have plenty of recommendations. Nicholas told me about some. They seemed interesting.”

You looked up to her, seeing that she unconsciously lowered the comic. You took the moment to grab it with an evil laugh.

“I don’t care what your boyfriends recommendations are. I’m perfectly fine with this one. Maybe another time.”

Suyeon besides you whined. “He’s not my boyfriend stooopp. You always tease me.” With a swift roll of your eyes and a small smile on your lips you shook your head.

“Honey, I’m just stating the obvious. Also you deserve that after you stole my comic.”

She huffed and shoved her hands inside her jacket pockets. The walk towards your shared apartment went peacefully compared to earlier and soon enough you arrived at the olive green building in the corner of the street. You always loved the building.

Inside, you quickly shook off all your extra layers and layer down in your bed with the Comic still in your hand.

You stared at the cover, wondering what Wonwoo and Nari, the two main characters of the cartoon named ‘My little ghost’, would be doing right now. Would they still try to find a way to be together?

You sighted. You knew very well that getting that deep into a fictional story was bad. Pretty bad. Sure it’s great for escaping reality but you just seemed to be way too attached to it by now. Why couldn’t you just let go? Read another comic. Go outside and get a dog or whatever. But yet, you were still here, figuring all these characters personalities out while fantasizing how it would be if they were actually real.

You quickly flicked through all the colourful pages, having read it already a dozen times. Nostalgia hit you like a truck. This book accompanied you through many years of your youth. It already felt like a part of you. And that send you in a state of slight panic.

Maybe Suyeon was right. Maybe you actually needed some more variety in your dull life. This comic couldn’t be the only thing in this world making you happy.

Suddenly you remembered the old library across the street from your apartment. The one you never saw anyone ever entering or leaving. You wanted to check it out years ago but never had the guts nor the motivation to be honest. Maybe it was time to spice it up a bit and just dare it?

With another sight you pushed yourself off your bed, leaving the old comic behind. With a quick explanation to Suyeon, where you were going, you already headed out dressed in your checkered coat since it was freezing cold at this time of the year. You only managed to grab your phone and some spare money before you left.

Like predicted, it wasn’t far away from the olive green house. The small building had a vintage look to it and seemed like you expected pretty abandoned. You took a look through the dirty window, seeing nobody inside. But what you did saw, was a small light bulb being turned on.

You grinned, heading towards the door, pulling it open bit by bit. The heavy wooden door creaked slightly from the movement but soon closed itself again as you were standing inside now.

A musty smell crept into your nose, immediately reminding you of your grandmothers house. The light inside was dim but you could still figure out where what was. Some people might would find it eerie but you surprisingly found it pretty comfortable. It felt familiar to you in some way. You couldn’t describe the feeling very well.

You took a look around. From the inside it looks way more spacious and higher than from the outside. There were golden ornaments all over the ceiling and the shelves. The corridors between were wide, which led to an area of cozy looking Polsterer chairs and round desks. From down here you could see a second and maybe even a third floor, full of colourful book shelves. It nearly took away your breath. It was gorgeous.

Regret filled you that you have never visited this place before. Such a wonderful place. It nearly felt magical being in here. Like you were in another world.

“Good Morning Miss, may I help you?” Suddenly a fragile woman voice echoed through the big room, revealing a small old lady in a purple dress. She had a nice smile on her lips. She was definitely that old lady you wanted to get cookies from and pet her cats. She seemed friendly.

You cleared you throat, forgetting for a moment why you actually were here in the first place. You stepped a bit closer.

“Good Morning. I...I think I’m fine for now. I’m sorry if I’m seeming weird, I’m just starstruck right now.” you commented smiling back at her.

“Oh why, darling? It is your first time here, am I right? Most people tend to react like that when they first visit, even though it is not many.”

All you could do was nod. “It is. I was planning to visit years ago but never seemed to have done it. I wish I would have come earlier. It is beautiful in here.”

The lady chuckled and made her way over to you. “It really is, right? I own this library for over 50 years now and I’m still in love with it.”

You couldn’t help but smile genuine over her touching words. “Now tell me what you are searching for young lady, I see it on your face.

You nodded with wide eyes. “You do? I mean I was reading this one comic book for years and years and I really loved it. But I came to the conclusions that I needed some more variety.”

She nodded with a smile still present on her face as she now was standing a few feet away from you. “So you are searching for more comic books, I see. Follow me, follow me. We indeed have a great collection.”

The old lady went ahead of you, signalling you to follow her. You noticed she was even smaller than you. Her purple flows summer dress swayed evenly with each of her steps, making you want to wear such a piece as well. It totally contradicted the cold weather outside but you loved it.

“I really like your dress. It’s pretty.” you quietly commented trailing behind her. She grinned at you from behind her shoulder. “Thank you darling. I really like it too. Seems like we have the same taste.”

“You know, you really remind me of myself back in the days. I was obsessed with comic books as well. I have the feeling this place is exactly the right one for you.”

“I was thinking the exact same just now.” You giggled amused. As you went through some more corridors, left, right and then left again and a last right turn, you arrived at a section with two big shelves full of comic books. They reached up high to the ceiling.

You gasped in awe. Never would you ever had expected such a great selection. Right across the street!

The friendly lady laughed at your reaction, gently patting your shoulder. “Enjoy yourself. Let me know when I can help. Oh, and don’t forget the key.”

You stared at all the different books, literally screaming for you to open them. You didn’t even register the lady disappearing back to her usual place probably, but you replayed her words once more. Key?

You quickly shoved it to the side when you let out an excited squeal. It was just amazing. You have never seen so many in one place, not even in other libraries or book stores.

You started tracing your fingers across the book spines while reading the different titles with tilted head. This didn’t feel real at all. How could no one know about this place?

Suddenly your sleeve got caught up by something, which made a book stumble out of the shelf and fall onto the floor. Quickly you kneeled down to pick it up again. However, you stopped in your tracks as the title chaught your eyes.

“What a weird coincidence...” you mumbled to yourself, noticing that it was indeed the book you wanted to forget in the first place. ‘My little ghost’

You wanted to put it back, when you noticed that the cover looked somehow different... both of the characters were looking directly at you, instead of somewhere different. “What? Is that a special version?”

You opened the first page and frowned even more. Instead of credits standing over the whole page, there was a small text in cursive letters printed right in the middle.

Your fingers gently stroked over the delicate words written in french. You did learn french back many years ago in school but it was a long time ago to remember everything.

“Me transporter maintenant er ici. Je Vaud tout cover maintenant.” You slowly spelled out each word after another, being surprised by your still present acceptable pronunciation.

You hummed, closing the book once again before placing it back into the shelf. You would love to read it again but that wasn’t why you were here in the first place. Variety, yes!

You quickly grabbed another comic book, which title sounded interesting and made your way towards the comfy armchair, sighting as you sat down and began reading.

You started to become more and more immersed in the new story line and soon didn’t even notice anything around you anymore.

You also didn’t notice how a huge wave of tiredness rolled over you at some point. And not even minutes after, sleep tightly had wrapped its arms securely around you.

[mayhembunnywrites]

Eskimo Kisses and Starsent Wishes

Pairing: Nafla x Reader

Summary: Falling into your future.

Nicholas Choi typically doesn’t get angry, but in this moment he can’t help but be a little pissed off. He had been in a public park after finishing up the photoshoot for unu, just trying to relax a little bit, when some woman had knocked into him. Oh, she had apologized, but it was half assed and he could tell! So he chased after her, and now he has finally caught up to her.

“Excuse me,” he says somewhat impatiently, noticing the toddler in front of you but not really paying attention to the little girl. Distantly, he does know that what happened next was very, very creepy by normal standards but, in his own defense, he couldn’t help himself. 

The moment you turned around to face him, clearly suspicious of this random man who you had never met, his world had stopped in its tracks. You were drop-dead gorgeous in his opinion, and he was dumbfounded as he stared at you.

“Uhh, dude,” you say hesitantly, nervous as this stranger, no matter how handsome, stares at you without words. “Sorry for running into you earlier, are you alright?” The minutes drag on as he stares at you, jaw dropped open. You hide your daughter behind your back as warning bells ring preemptively in your head, worried about this man who creeps you out to no end.

“Well then,” you say as you begin backing up, “I’d say it was nice to meet you but I would be lying, and I don’t want to do that in front of my daughter...Bye.” You turn around and pick up your three year old with a practiced ease, diaper bag hanging across your body as you nearly run away from him.

Nicholas shakes out of his stupor, reaching a hand out as if to stop you in your tracks as he watches you walk away. “No, stop,” he says quietly, the words feeling as if they were spoken through a megaphone to him, and he watches in horror as you leave his sight. He shuffles his feet sheepishly, turning around and moving to leave the park.

He ends up back at his apartment, staring up at his ceiling as he laments over his actions, redoing the scenario and imagining how it could have ended differently.

One month has passed before Nicholas next sees you at a party being thrown by Kid Milli, the small and friendly event being thrown for Giriboy’s birthday. He was shocked to see you there, interacting with these normally rough men and melting them to the core as you simply talk, not even noticing what you were doing to your good friends. 

As it was the first time he had met you, Nicholas was dumbfounded as he looked at you, the black and white t-shirt dress hanging off your form in a way that wasn’t sloppy in the least, and he can’t help but be amazed by the way you had dressed, even your shoes are black and white, and it appears as if you match the birthday boy in color scheme.

You flush as you notice the familiar man staring at you, and the smile falls from your face as you shift, moving yourself behind Giriboy and seeming to become part of his shadow. Your gaze drops to the floor, your hand lifting and gently hanging onto the back of Giriboy’s oversized and yet fashionable t-shirt. You accidentally tug on it as you casually attempt to move to a more secure position, only to freeze under Siyoung’s questioning gaze. Your eyes dart nervously from Siyoung to Nicholas, and Siyoung follows your gaze to notice Nicholas staring at you from across the room. 

Siyoung raises an eyebrow at the other man, drawing Wonjae’s attention to the situation and causing him to scowl slightly. 

Siyoung gently loosens your grip, a smile brushing his lips as he listens to your whispered protests. He squeezes your hands before approaching Nicholas, finally causing him to break from his stupor as he realizes that he appears to be in a lotoftroubleohshit. Nicholas feels as if the world is in slow motion as he watches the normally calm man approach him, noticing as Siyoung’s fists clench. Nicholas swallows air in his nervous state, unable to rip his gaze from Siyoung as he finally stops in front of Nicholas.

“Hey Nafla,” Giriboy says with an easy-going smile on his face, contradicting his tense body language, “How’s it going?”

Nafla feels as if he is under the gaze of a wolf on the hunt, and he can feel himself growing smaller under the other man’s assessing gaze. “It’s going well,” Nicholas manages to force the words out before he feels Siyoung wrap an arm around his shoulder.

“That’s good,” Siyoung says cheerfully as he starts leading Nicholas to the guest room in his home, knowing that Kid Milli is distracting you easily after so many years of friendship. Your little trio of friends was truly as tight-knit as could be, having been through so much shit together. The most prominent event that you had all been through together was definitely your little miracle, the result of a one-night-stand. 

You had contacted the man, but he had no interest in being a father, and you felt no need to push him into the position. Siyoung and Wonjae had been unsure whether to be happy or upset on your behalf at the news of your pregnancy, but they settled for holding you while you cried as you told them. They had only hugged you more tightly, and sometimes it feels like they never let you out of their embrace.

You had moved into Siyoung’s home for the duration of your pregnancy, staying in the guest bedroom as he gladly renovated the basement. The once large and unfinished basement had been turned into a series of sizable rooms, two bedrooms and one bathroom being added and customized to your liking as the months fly by, your stomach growing more heavy and your due date rapidly approaching. 

Siyoung or Wonjae accompany you pretty much everywhere when it gets close to your delivery date, assigning their friends or colleagues to the task if they can’t be there. From Reddy to Yun B, your friends had assigned suspiciously single rappers to guard you in their stead. Much to Wonjae and Siyoung’s mutual disappointment, you had befriended everyone you met, but that was as far as you all ended up getting. 

Wonjae and Siyoung had been on stand-by in the last month of your pregnancy, and you had never been more grateful for their presence than when they were by your side in the delivery room. They had both been glued to you during labor, planting kisses on your forehead and comforting you better than a parent ever could. It had been a long 20 hours of labor before your baby girl was delivered, So Min’s angelic features captivated both men and caused all three of you to coo over her.

The past year of her life had flown by in a flurry of smiles and giggles, crying and restless nights for both of you. Siyoung and Wonjae had begun to take So Min to the studio whenever you needed a break, both men taking to their roles as uncles with glee. Most of the time you were fine with it, but occasionally you would find bags upon bags of designer baby clothes and toys, accessories galore. Everything from a diamond-encrusted hair-clip to a Gucci diaper bag, if they felt you needed it then they would buy it for her.

You had been absolutely shocked to come home to your closet stocked with designer maternity clothes, the small amount of maternity clothing being replaced with soft dresses and shirts, maternity jeans and soft pajamas, even soft pairs of slippers to wear around the house. Yourself and Siyoung had gone furniture shopping when your rooms had been completed, and you had been shocked at the prices of the furniture. 

Siyoung had ended up with your permission to buy whatever he wanted for you so long as you didn’t see a receipt, and he happily agreed to your conditions. You had come home only a day later to find your room and the nursery full of the necessary furniture, all of it truly the best quality money could buy.

As the year had passed, more and more baby clothing had seemed to appear out of thin air, all of it beautiful and fully intact. All in all, living with Siyoung had been great since the beginning, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Setting up parties for any of you was now a whole lot easier than before, the location automatically settled to Siyoung’s house. You had dropped So Min off at Siyoung’s parents house earlier, the older couple gladly acting as grandparents for a night.

Nicholas was currently walking with Siyoung towards the nearby balcony, Siyoung’s arm slung casually around Nicholas’ shoulder, the empty balcony a welcome reprieve from the noise of the party. 

“You know,” Siyoung begins as he lowers himself into the comfortable armchair, “she’s single. I’ve been trying to get her to date for ages now, but she might scare you away.”

Nicholas blinks in shock, having expected to be told off for staring at Siyoung’s girlfriend but instead being encouraged to ask you out. “Y-you mean, you’re not dating her?” he says in disbelief, having thought that you were after you had hid from his gaze.

Siyoung lets out a laugh, smiling brightly as he thinks of you. "No, I could never date Y/N, we have too much history. Besides, she's too much of a sister to me. Let me introduce you to her." Nicholas gets a friendly pat on the back as he trails behind Siyoung in a dazed state. He is shaken out of his daze as he stops in front of you, noticing your questioning glance at Siyoung as he stops with a wide smile on his face.

“Hey Y/N,” Siyoung says without a hint of the nervous feelings that Nicholas is hiding fairly well, “I would like you to meet Choi Nicholas, otherwise known as Nafla. Nafla, meet Y/N. She’s one of my favorite people, so take care of her. Now then,” he nods at Wonjae with a smirk, “we’ve gotta go check on the rest of the guests, you two have fun!” Suddenly you’re both standing together, and you fidget in place and flush as you notice Nicholas’ handsome features.

The two of you stand together, taking in each other's features with shy glances and both of you shifting nervously before you clear your throat, taking a deep breath. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N, I think we ran into each other in the park that one time.”

“Ah, yeah,” Nicholas says with a slight blush, “Sorry about that, I must have looked like such a creep.” You move to protest before a shake of his head stops you in your tracks, “I just--you were so beautiful and I couldn’t do anything.” Nicholas stops talking, feeling as humiliation at his word-vomiting washes over him. His gaze falls to the floor and he doesn’t notice as your jaw relaxes into a smile, his words cute and making you flush.

“It’s okay,” you laugh, smiling fondly as his head snaps up and a relieved smile settles onto his handsome face, “I think I quite like you, as well, if that’s what you were getting at.” Nicholas gulps nervously, a smile still on his face as he mentally prepares for the next move.

“Well then, would you be interested in going out for a coffee with me?” he asks you, and your eyes widen as you bounce in place, the unexpected words taking you by surprise. Normally the men that try to flirt with you are much less blunt, but his straightforwardness is refreshing to you.

“I’d like that a lot,” you say, giggling nervously, “we can do it tomorrow for lunch, if you want.” You twirl your hair casually around your fingers, gently tugging on it as an outlet for your nervous state.

You let out a breath that you had been holding without your knowledge as Nafla, Choi Nicholas, nods. “That sounds amazing, should we go ahead and exchange numbers as well?” As both of you pull out your phones, you both feel giddy with delight. You don’t notice the eyes of your friends, your brothers, on you as you allow yourself to enjoy the night with Nicholas. 

The night passes as if it was a dream, and later that night you strip down and lay in your bed, reminiscing over your bold actions earlier. You are torn between joy and agony, the day running through your mind as you’re dragged into unconsciousness. The last thing you see as you fall asleep is Nicholas’ smiling face, and he is in your dreams that night.

A/N: This is part one of two parts, with maybe some drabbles later! I worked hard to get this much out and will probably revise it in the future, but it’s at five pages in the Google Doc with no sign of stopping so far. 

[musikat18]

MusiKat’s Winter Wonderland Birthday Challenge!

Welcome to my 2018 birthday challenge! It may not be snowing for me this year, but as a winter baby, I thought it would be fun to make this year’s theme Winter Wonderland!

Check below the cut for rules, deadlines, and prompts!

Rules:

1. Select a prompt and a character to write a reader insert of any length you’d like. You can choose up to three prompts to use within a fic. There are both Winter Word and Winter Scene prompts, but limit yourself to three in total in combination from either of the lists.

2. More than one person can write the same character, but there will not be doubling up on prompts.

3. If your fic is going to be more than 300 words, please insert a read more, just as a common courtesy.

4. When you finish and post your fic, tag it with “winter wonderland birthday 2018″, make sure to tag me in it, and message me your fic as well. Tumblr can be quite janky on the letting-people-know-about-tags front, and I want to make sure I can see it!

5. All fics are due Tuesday, December 11th...my birthday! If you need an extension, please shoot me a message at least the day before.

6. Try to avoid smut or heavy angst. This is a lighthearted birthday challenge, so try to give it a happy ending. :)

Character List:

Star Trek 

Jim Kirk (TOS/AOS)

Spock (TOS/AOS)

Leonard McCoy (TOS/AOS)

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott (TOS/AOS)

Nyota Uhura (TOS/AOS)

Pavel Chekov (TOS/AOS)

Hikaru Sulu (TOS/AOS)

Christine Chapel (TOS/AOS b/c listen there’s no reason for Chapel not to have an AOS counterpart just write her wherever the fuck you want she’s a queen)

Data (TNG)

Geordi LaForge (TNG)

Deanna Troi (TNG)

Beverly Crusher (TNG)

Worf (TNG)

Julian Bashir (DS9)

Garak (DS9)

Benjamin Sisko (DS9)

Jadzia Dax (DS9)

Kira Nerys (DS9)

Y’all like almost everyone is fair game. Everyone. Every Trek is fair game. Just. Save me the word count and know everyone is fair game.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

James Rhodes

Sam Wilson

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker

Peter Quill

Gamora

Drax

Scott Lang

Hope Van Dyne

Loki Laufeyson

T’Challa

Shuri

Okoye

Brunnhilde (Valkyrie)

Nakia

M’Baku

Vision

Logan/Wolverine

Jean Grey

Ororo Munroe/Storm

Scott Summers/Cyclops

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

Raven/Mystique

Professor Charles Xavier

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Y’all get it

DC Extended Universe

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Barry Allen/The Flash (stick to Ezra Miller, maybe? I...I kind of like him more than Grant Gustin….)

Victor Stone/Cyborg

Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn

DCTV

Sara Lance/White Canary

Ray Palmer/The Atom

Mick Rory/Heatwave

Zari Tomaz

Amaya Jiwe/Vixen

Leonard Snart/Captain Cold/Citizen Cold

John Constantine

Ava Sharpe

Nate Heywood

Kara Danvers/Supergirl

Alex Danvers

Lena Luthor

James Olsen

Winn Schott

Anissa Pierce

Jennifer Pierce

Grace Choi

Star Wars

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Calrissian

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Padme Amidala

Ahsoka Tano

Jyn Erso

Cassian Andor

Bodhi Rook

Rey

Finn

Poe Dameron

Kylo Ren

General Hux

Captain Phasma

Rose Tico

Urban Boys

Danny Gallagher

John Kennex

John “Reaper” Grimm

Eomer

Gavin Magary

Black Hat/Vascar

Siberius Vaako

Vincent Stevens

Harry Ballard

Cupid

William Cooper

Skurge (I put him here and not under Marvel even though Bones is under Star Trek b/c let’s be real Marvel did about shit for his character in the movies)

Pine Boys

Nicholas Deveraux

Jake Hardin

Will Colson

Franklin “FDR” Foster

Jack Frost (because fuck why not voice acting counts)

Jack Ryan

Cinderella’s Prince

Toby Howard

Steve Trevor (it’s a two-pic deal my dudes I’m not counting on him coming back after 84 so let’s put him here)

Dr. Alexander Murry

Rex Hanson

CONGRATULATIONS YOU SURVIVED THE CHARACTERS LIST

Good god was that long...

Anyway.

Prompts:

Winter Word

Blanket

Blizzard-- @queenmismatched

Boots

Coat

Cough-- @bookcaseninja

Dogsled

Draft

Earmuffs-- @musicmandy1991

Evergreen

Flannel

Frostbite

Gingerbread

Gloves

Heater

Hypothermia

Ice Skates

Icicle-- @yallneedtrek

Jacket

Log-- @hellomissmabel

Melt

Mittens

Pine Cone

Polar

Quilt-- @bookcaseninja

Reindeer

Scarf-- @sebastianstanfavpita

Snow

Thermometer-- @outside-the-government

Wind Chill

Wool

Winter Scene

Holiday Party

Gift Exchange-- @kjs-s

Family Dinner-- @skosmo

Ice Rink-- @the-goddamn-queen

Shopping Plaza

Café

Airport-- @sebastianstanfavpita

Walk in the Park-- @musicmandy1991

Hotel

Parent’s/Friend’s Home--- @sebastianstanfavpita

Gift Shop

Kitchen

Concert Hall

Neighborhood Street

Cabin-- @outside-the-government

Train-- @hellomissmabel

Snowy Hill

Ski Lodge-- @queenmismatched

Snowy Woods-- @starshiphufflebadger

Sleigh Ride

[khiphop-writings]

Number One Fan

Nafla/Nicholas Choi X Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 500

You heard the door slam and you got up to greet your boyfriend with a big smile, he just got back from his first Show Me The Money shoot and you were sure with his talent it went amazingly and all the producers loved him but with the look on his face you immediately became worried “Hey! What happened I thought you were gonna do amazing I knew I should’ve came with you” he didn’t answer but he just rested his head on your shoulder “aw come on I’m sure you’re exaggerating you’re an amazing rapper” he sighed and shook his head “can you stop being so positive all the time Y/N not everyone is perfect” he brushed past you and headed to your room, “Nick…” you called out “I know you’re upset but that doesn’t mean you can take it out on me but I’m gonna let you because I love you so please sit down and tell me what happened” he tends to shutdown, you’ve been trying to get him to not to do that but you couldn’t help it, it was apart of him so you wouldn’t judge or get mad at him for it. Once he sat next to you on the couch he immediately started talking “it’s so scary in there, I feel like I’m not good enough when I hear the others rapping, and everyone tells me how good I am but these kids are getting so good nowadays and I feel like because I’m not like others I won’t get picked” you couldn’t help but laugh, this caused him to get up and walk to the room. You knocked on the door, after he didn’t answer for a while you just began to talk “listen you might see all of this as something negative but it’s not, you shouldn’t focus on being like all the others you should be yourself, you’ve been in this game for a little bit now and you know what you’re doing I mean you started your own label!! I don’t think you have anything to worry about” you sat against the door waiting for him to reply until you eventually felt the door go behind you and you fell back, you looked up at him and he gave you a smile, he picked you up from the floor and hugged you tightly “I hope you didn’t say all that just cause you’re my girlfriend” he gave you a stern look “nope it was completely unbiased” he gave you a kiss “hm maybe it was a little biased” he laughed and brought you to the bed “thanks for being my number one fan”

A/N: Another request made by an anon i hope you enjoyed!

[musicgoon]

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[honeybearloco]

“...Wait For Me.” (M)

Requested by an anon. Part two of ‘Good To Me’ How the hell did people love that?? I apologize in advance for some intense cringing smut.

Nafla X Female Reader Request: Part 2 of “…Good To Me?”

“No time for that! I need you now Nick.”

He didn’t want to leave you so he stayed. You begged him to go home, but he didn’t want to. He stayed and taunted you about how bad you were going to get it when the two of you got home.

“You love to talk but when it comes down to it, you’re always average.” You sassed.

“Oh yeah? Your screams last month say different.” He added.

“Fake orgasms are a thing, Nick.”

He chuckled deeply. “Don’t expect me to be nice to you princess.”

You rolled your eyes and continued your work. Being the little shit he is, Nick wanted nothing more than to have you begging for him. He squeezed your thigh. You jumped at the sudden contact. “Yah! Are you crazy? What if someone sees us?” You whined.

“Relax, my princess. I could close the blinds at any time if you would like me to. Or do you want everyone to see your whining face as I pound you into your own damn desk.” He whispered in your ear, spending chills down your spine.

He smirked seeing you shake and feeling the goosebumps on your thigh.

“Will you be a good girl for Daddy or will you continue to be disobedient?” He asked.

You only hummed in response. He hated when you didn’t use your words. He wanted to hear you say it. He smacked your thigh and you yelped in surprise.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes Daddy. I’ll be a good girl.” You spoke up.

“Good girl.” He smirked before moving closer to you.

As you began to type away, he leaned into your neck and began to nip at it. You tried to move away and whine. “Nic- Daddy please. Not now. I have to finish this.”

“What did I say?”

It was a long three hours waiting for work to be over and for Nick to stop teasing you. Finally your shift was up. You got your stuff together quickly and clocked out. You put all of your stuff in the back of his car and hopped in the passenger seat and sighed in relief. He got in the driver’s seat, his hand once again connected to your thigh.

“You’re all mine when we get home. Don’t even think about running off princess.” He growled.

He began to drive, his hand slowly inching toward your center. You bit your lip and looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road. You knew you were in for it.

Finally the two of you arrived at your shared apartment. You walked in, and he followed behind you. As soon as you took off your shoes, you felt a strong force push in into the wall. Your eyes widened and you looked in front of you to see Nick with lust filled eyes.

“I barely even stepped in the house.” You whined.

“That’s one step too far. Now get in the bedroom, and when I get there, you better be completely naked with your heels still on, waiting for me in my favorite position. Now go.” He said letting you go.

You rushed to your shared bedroom and began to strip. Finally you were completely naked and left your heels on. He loved to do pound into you while you had your heels on. It was just something he loved. He usually loved to have your legs over his shoulders, he’d compliment your shoe style. It always managed to put a huge smile on your face.

You laid on the bed, face down, ass up. He loved your body from head to toe. But seeing you like this was always his favorite. Usually he would have come in by now, but he hadn’t. You were getting wet just thinking about what he was going to do to once he got in the room.

Finally the door opened and he walked in. He undid his belt. “Such a good girl for me.” He said smiling.

He held his belt in his hand for a minute. “Princess look at me for a minute.”

You picked your head up and turned your head to look at him, keeping your ass in the same position, knowing he’d punish you for moving anything else but your head. But did you want to be punish?

“Yes Daddy?”

“How does being tied up tonight sound?” He questioned.

“So nice Daddy.”

“I spoil you so much. You know that princess. Turn around and get against the headboard.”

You did as he said in a matter of seconds. He tied your wrists to the headboard with his belt.

“You look so nice like this, princess.” He said.

He took off his shirt and pants, slowly giving you a little show. But he left on his boxers. He smirked seeing you stare.

“My little perverted princess.”

He took a finger and slowly moved it up your body in a teasing manner.

“What do you want me to do princess?”

“Fuck me Daddy. Oh please fuck me into the mattress.” You answered not wasting a second.

“There ya go. Such a good girl, using her words.” He said.

He quickly took off his boxers off and set himself at your entrance. He took his tip and ran in up and down your folds a couple of times.

“So wet. I’ve barely even touched you.” He smirked.

“Daddy please. Don’t make me beg anymore. I need you in me.” You whimpered.

“Well maybe I just.”

“No time for that! I need you now Nick!” You shouted at him.

He slammed his hips into yours. You let out a gasp before arching your back slightly.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned out pulling against the restraint.

He chuckled and then slowly pulled back out and then slamming back into you. He began to find a steady pace as he put one of your legs over his shoulder. As he bucked his hips into you, he kissed the ankle of the leg he put over his shoulder. He looked at your heels.

“Nice. Giuseppe Zanotti, my princess is such a fashionista.” He complimented.

Your cheeks heated up as a red blush could be seen on them.

He began to pound into you as you pulled on your restraint.

“I need to touch you.” You said between moans.

“You should have thought about that before we started.” He teased.

You whined continuing to pull on the restraint. You were getting closer and closer to your climax. You clenched around him, which caused him to let out a groan.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission.” He growled lowly.

“But Daddy, I need to.” You whined.

“If you cum, I’m going to punish you.”

“But Daddy~!” You squirmed.

“Don’t you but Daddy me. Wait for me.” He added.

Finally his thrusts began to become uncontrolled and faster than before. He was close you could tell. You bit your lip and continued to hold on. But you couldn’t hold on for too much longer.

“Cum! Cum for me princess!”

That was all you needed. Without that, you came hard with a scream of his stage name, “NAFLA!” Quickly after you, he came deep inside of you, holding you close to him. He rode out your highs and slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He collapsed next to you and turned on his side to face you.

“So, you’re screaming out my stage name now?” He asked with a smirk.

“Shut up, it was an accident. Now can you undo your belt, I would like to be able to feel my wrists again.”

“Maybe later. You look hot tied up. Good night.” He said before turning away from her.

“NICHOLAS CHOI!”

[dimeforhispocket]

As if it’s Our Last (Part 1/2)

Nafla x fem!reader

Rating: Mature

Genre: some angst but a ton of fluff 

Word count: 12k

Summary: lifetime opportunities only come once, don’t they? 

Notes: situationship, implied sexual content, you can also read on my AO3

Situationship (as defined by our good friend, urban dictionary): a relationship that has no label on it, like a friendship but more than a friendship but not quite a relationship

You can’t believe your ass. If God himself came to you in a vision and told you that your dream man of all your hip hop fantasies would find you and ask you to dance, you’d have laughed and said, “Thank you, I gotta write this down when I wake up.”

So when the man himself — the man whose voice is always echoing through your earphones, whose face is taped to your bedroom wall, whose albums have their own special decorated shelf — appears behind you in the darkness of the night club sending appreciative smiles at the way your body moves, you do a double take. A triple, even.

The first time because you wanted to make sure you weren’t so drunk that you started to hallucinate your favorite rapper’s face amidst the warm bodies up in the club, the second to check to see if he was sending the smile to anyone else. And when you blink back the surprise, you chance a smile back. You really don’t know what to expect at this point, or what to even think, but you’re floored by the steps he takes to dance closer to you.

With the way that he’s dancing, there’s no mistaking the flirtiness in his movements. You would read it as so if any other guy at the club tonight approached you in the same way. And as much as you want to relish the fact that the man beyond your dreams is actually hitting on you right now, you can’t hold back the excitement.

So without anymore restraint, you lean in to shout, “Wow, are you really Nafla?!”

You can just barely hear his soft laugh at your question before he smiles and nods, which is admittedly easier than shouting back his answer. You dramatize your responding “oh my god, I love you” as you continue to dance beside him.

He smiles back like he knows, and you can see his lips move around the words ‘thank you.’ You really need a good ten minutes to just take all of him in; his face, his aura, his clothes, his height, his skin, his body, how comfortable he is just dancing in this surprisingly respectful crowd. You suppose it makes sense since this is one of the more high-end clubs in the city, so the clientele is a little more mature than all the ones frequented by the college and fresh graduate crowd.

You need those minutes, but one of your favorite songs comes on and it is physically impossible for you not to enjoy it and pull out all your best dance moves. So you cry happily at the song transition and let your body roll and pop and bounce to every bass boost, hand clap, and drum that bumps the room with energy. As you dance, you steal glances back at Nafla every so often to see if his attention is still on you, and to your delight, he seems like he hasn’t looked away.

God, are you really not dreaming right now? Are you really dancing with Nafla from MKIT RAIN after he just showed up beside you like any other regular dude trying to pick up a girl at the club? Is he really just trying to pick you up right now? Here of all places? Out of all these people? Really, truly, what are the odds?

You dance together for a couple more songs and just enjoy the vibe together because this DJ’s set just keeps getting better and better. It’s like he based the entire thing off of playlist in your own music library — which is something you were hoping for when you came in tonight, since you researched him online before coming to this club in hopes that he’d play something similar. But it all feels too good to be true; you’re dancing with your favorite K-hiphop rapper to some of the best music in this amazing club, and no one is bothering you two. It’s as if no one recognizes him or just doesn’t care that Nafla is here, dancing like a regular attendee.

So to roll with the motions of dancing with a guy who’s interested in you, you let him dance closer and closer to you until he’s got his hands on you. And wow, he’s not the biggest guy, but he’s got some of the firmest hands you’ve ever felt on your hips right now. He’s keeping a respectful couple of inches between you, so you bring your arms to wrap around his neck to show him you’re fine with closing the distance.

He’s kind of a tease, because even when you try to inch closer, rub your hips towards him, dancing a little more sensually to the music playing, he kind of just lets you. And when he doesn’t make a move to touch you further, you start to lose your courage. Maybe he isn’t trying to pick you up after all?

However, in a last ditch effort, your courage spikes again with the start of another one of your favorite jams and you move your hands down his shoulders and arms and twirl sensually in his grip until your back is to his chest. When the chorus peaks, you arch your back and move your ass across his hips like you’re trying to smear him in your pheromones.

To your delight — and relief — he grinds back, and it’s like a switch has been flipped in him. While he had cautious hands before, now they’re rolling all over the length of your body. He’s touching at your sides, your thighs, your stomach, your arms, and you feel your skin tingling with excitement as he gets closer to your crotch. “I like watching you dance.” He surprises you with the surprise murmur by your ear.

“I like you dancing on me.” You say back, hoping he heard you through the music. You’re inclined to believe that he did, with the way that he responds by pushing your thighs back to bring your ass harder against his hips.

And suddenly, your brain sounds louder than the entire club, because you’re internally screaming to yourself that you have Nafla’s bulge pressed into your behind. Nafla is grinding against you like he’s trying to take it further. Oh god, what are you to do? Will your dreams of becoming one of Nafla’s bedroom groupies come true??

It’s not long before he turns you back around in his arms to hug you closer, ask you for your name, exchange a few more flirty words lip-to-ear, and then exchange spit lip-to-lip. He tastes amazing. The different mixed alcohols and sodas mask it, but he’s got a manly and robust taste about him. You can’t even begin to describe it, so you just taste. You move your lips in tandem with his and let his tongue peek into your mouth every so often.

He’s a better kisser than the average guy at the club, which gives you reason to believe that he’ll be even more talented in other ways. The way he holds you makes you feel enveloped in him, like his arms and scent and presence just pull you in to completely surround you. Your own hands trail up his back and hold onto his shoulders as he kisses you further, making you dizzy in a way that the alcohol never could.

Your heart is jumping in your chest not only because freaking Nafla is kissing you, but also because he’s kissing you so good. Is this what it feels like to make out with someone you’ve only been able to fantasize about? Is it truly possible for dream men to fall right into your lap and give themselves to you? God, no one will believe you if you retell this to someone. You’re still not 100% sure that this is really Nafla and that this is really happening to you right now.

But when he pulls away with the most satisfying smacking sound, you blink at that unmistakable face and listen to that irreplicable voice when he leans back in to say, “You taste so good.”

If he wasn’t practically holding you up as he pulled you in to kiss you again, you might’ve actually fainted on him. Fuck, how can he say that to you?? This feels so, so dangerous and comparable to a high that can only be achieved by drug intake. Because you’re absolutely hooked onto him right now.

You kiss for who knows how long, and you don’t even know if the music is good anymore. Nafla eventually pulls away though, only to lean in to ask, “Wanna get outta here with me?”

Yes!!!!!

Absolutely yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God, a fucking million times yes. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, when are you ever going to get a chance like this again?? Fuck!!!

But— “I can’t.” You squeeze your eyes together like you’re in pain, “I can’t leave my friend tonight. I promised.”

“Ah.” Nafla sounds and looks disappointed, though maybe not as much as you are.

Before you can stop yourself, you lean in to say, “But if you wanna come back tomorrow night… I can meet you here.” You hope to God that that didn’t sound desperate.

He smiles at you like an adult does at a kid when they propose something silly, but leans in anyway, “I can’t make it.”

You dramatically tilt your head to the side with a pout before leaning in again, “That’s a shame.” Then a quick glance over to the door between the table area and the bathrooms has your mouth running again before you can think, “How about a quick trip to the back then?”

You tilt your head again in a way that you hope looks cute and alluring, and Nafla stares at you for a moment before breaking into a small chuckle again and nodding, “Sure.”

When you pull his hand across the back of your waist into your hand, you swear you feel sparks. Enough to make the fire in your core light up. You giggle and turn around towards the door you spotted earlier. On the way, you spot your friend at the bar talking to someone, so you quickly talk in her ear, “I’ll be right back” and send her wink before leading Nafla to the back.

Now, you’ve never actually been behind this door, so you don’t know what to expect. But you are somewhat relieved when you open it to find a small, dim hallway rather than a dusty, tight supply closet. The door on the other side probably leads to the parking lot out back or possibly more storage.

But you figure this is private enough, so you put rest your back against the wall and Nafla follows to close the door and press his chest into yours. “You’re a wild one, huh?”

“You followed me here, didn’t you?” You shrug, putting your arms around his neck again, waiting for him to come in for another kiss.

“True,” he agrees, coming in to gently caress your nose with his, “I’m curious.” And he’s kissing you again, in that absolutely perfect way that he does. You already knew that the guy has some talented lips, what with the music he puts out, but this is a whole ‘nother art form. He kisses you like he’s known you for ages, like he loves you or something, and you are so far gone into him that you can’t do anything else but fall.

Can all of your hopes and dreams really come true like this? Nafla is already here and interested in you and he’s good at this?? You want so badly to find out more, more about him and how amazing he is in all kinds of ways. This unbelievable proximity just drives your insatiable hunger to learn more about him in ways that you won’t be able to find online. You’re so excited that you can feel your knees buckling beneath you.

And when he puts his hands on you, fuck , he’s as good with those as he is with his mouth. He puts the perfect amount of pressure on your breasts as he rolls them in his fingers and palms. When he starts moving down to kiss at your neck, you wonder if it’s becoming too much. This is all becoming too unreal. Like— Nafla’s hand is trailing up your dress.

He teases you for a good couple of minutes until you start to beg him, which he seems to find amusing. When you’re both finally worked up enough on each other’s touches and heavy breaths, Nafla pulls his pants down and approaches you until—

“Wait.” You stop him by the shoulder, “Don’t you have a condom?”

“No, I don’t.” He says, “I wasn’t planning on doing anything here, but I… had a change of heart.” He locks you in with his bedroom eyes. Fuck. “But I’ll be careful.” He starts to lean back in.

“Stop… Stop.” You have to say it twice because your voice barely came out the first time. You’ve lost a lot of strength just being with him for a few minutes like this. But you have to make yourself clear, so you clear out your throat before continuing, “Look, I think you’re so cool and so fine, and I can’t even believe I’m here with you right now. But I don’t care who you are, I’m not letting you in here unless you have one on.”

You’re breaking your own heart by saying this, but no matter whose dick it is, you still have to take care of yourself. You’ve followed this man for years, but you still don’t really know much about him. Who knows how many people he’s slept with? Or if he’s clean? Or if he’ll be there for you should something happen? You love him, but… you still have to be careful.

Nafla takes a moment but backs away with a sigh, “I get that.”

But before he can zip up his pants again, you say, “I can give you a little suck though.” And to prove it, you drop to your knees on this somewhat gross floor and look up at him with the soft, fluttery eyes that you’ve practiced over the years to put men under your control.

Much to your satisfaction, Nafla is no different to the effect, and he lets out a shaky breath before combing his fingers through your hair. “Fine,” he says.

So you flash him the most sultry smile in your artillery — also one you’ve been honing for a good amount of time — and by the time he’s in your mouth, he might as well have been pleading with the desperation you see in his eyes. Needless to say, you give him the time of his life, and you know that you’re going to be replaying these noises he makes in your head for weeks to come. You’re making Nafla feel good and he’s totally about to come apart in your hands.

When he finishes and you come back up with the most cheeky smile on your lips, Nafla groans as he pulls you in for another kiss, “God, I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

Fuck, so do you. So bad. Hearing him say that right to your face, you really wish you had prepared a few condoms of your own. But this dress doesn’t have the storage capacity for that and it’s not like you were planning to get freaky tonight anyway. How the fuck were you supposed to know Nafla was going to come right up to you and practically beg to get in your pants tonight?? Of all nights.

“Mm, I know the feeling.” You manage to say between more kisses.

“You’re so good with your mouth.” He grunts, “I bet you sound real cute when you scream too.”

A shudder rolls down your back, and you have to catch your breath in a few dizzy chuckles, “Yeah, if you can make me.”

“Oh, believe me, I want to.” His voice is gravelly as he traces his lips up your neck back to your ear, “You sure you don’t wanna come back with me tonight?”

You whine, letting your head fall back against the wall, “I do. So bad. But I can’t leave my friend on her own. Not tonight.” You regrettably shake your head, then comb your fingertips through his hair that’s faded with color. “Too bad, I could’ve been the best lay of your life.”

Nafla breaks out in laughter at your nonchalant confidence and comes in to kiss you again. This time, you can feel a shift in his mood, like his kiss is full of newfound conviction, “Fuck it,” he breathes, taking out his phone from his pocket, “Come meet me tomorrow night.”

“What?” You’re confused and dumbfounded, because it sounds like your dreams may still come true.

“You better prove to me that you deserve that title,” he leans in to press his forehead to yours, and you both laugh.

You feel like you should expect to wake up from your dream soon, since the best part is clearly coming up — that’s when you’re usually rudely awakened during a fantastic dream. But Nafla’s touch just feels too real, too sweet, too feasible to be imagined. You’ve never felt like this when touched by someone before.

And when he lets you go for the night to return to your friend, you still can’t believe what just happened to you. You dance with her for the rest of the night like nothing out of the ordinary happened to you and when you go home, you check your phone again to confirm it. Yes, Nafla’s contact info is actually there, and the MKIT RAIN rapper actually did send you a private message and a location on where to meet him tomorrow night.

It’s unreal. Completely unbelievable.

*

He sent a follow up text earlier in the day to bring a swimsuit (with a winky face) so obviously you spent the entire day swimsuit shopping after you woke up from your night out. There’s technically nothing wrong with your plain two-piece — it looks rather good on you — but if Nafla was going to see you in it, you’d like to know if there are better options for you.

After several hours going all over the city in search of something impressive, yet still you, you found a simple, but stylish bikini set. The design made it a little provocative, but it otherwise covered everything it needed to cover, and stably at that. You were quite happy with your choice and you honestly couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror for a good half hour before you finally started getting ready to leave.

And now you’ve shown up to the address in a little black dress since you realized you knew nothing else about what to expect and you can’t go wrong with a universal look. Though now that you’ve shown up to this grand hotel building, you’re starting to get nervous. When you reach the 35th floor like Nafla said in his text, you follow the signs that point to the rooftop bar and pool lounge. And you’re stopped by an usher.

Or receptionist? Or guard?? He didn’t tell you this was an invitation exclusive event!! You are clearly not part of any important lists!!!

When the usher asks for your name, you nervously tell them you were invited by Nafla and show them the text messages he sent you as reference or evidence. Whichever works. “Okay, I’ll just write you down as part of MKIT RAIN’s party then. They’re not here yet, but you can come in first.”

“Thanks…” you say as you slowly trudge into the enormous rooftop space.

The place is bumping . There’s a DJ, drinks and food platters everywhere, people dressed in party casual or provocative swimwear, and what’s tripping you up the most is that… there are famous people everywhere . You know almost all of these guests!! Not personally, but through your computer screen, your music library, your social media, everything that connects you to your favorite artists in Korea… and for some reason, they’ve all congregated here tonight… in one place…

And you were invited…

So when that receptionist said she’d add you under MKIT RAIN’s party, that must’ve meant everyone from all the other labels are here too?? Fucking unbelievable. Suran and Hoody are talking over drinks by the pool, at least three of the MBA guys are crowding the bar, DJ Pumkin is joining the current DJ in prep to transition to his set — and you now realize that the current DJ was actually Primary. All of these amazing people are here, and there’s a number of other individuals you don’t recognize or know but are all intimidatingly attractive, and you’re beginning to feel less and less like you’re supposed to be here.

So obviously the first thing you do is make straight for the bar and order a double shot of vodka and orange. You offer up your card but the bartender says all the drinks are paid for tonight. “Oh. Thank you.”

“The bar’s always free during an event like this. You new or something?” A voice chuckles beside you, and you almost spit out your vodka when you turn to see Jay Park speaking to you.

“Holy fucking shit.” You curse, wiping at the droplet that escaped the corner of your mouth. “Jay Park?”

“Yeah.” He gives you a weird smile, like it’s obvious, “So you are new?”

“Clearly.” You take another gulp of your drink, “I was uh… invited by someone. But I didn’t realize it was gonna be such a big event. I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually allowed to be here.”

“Oh, well if you’re here with a friend, then you’re clearly welcome. Who you here with?” Jay Park is asking you questions and trying to make you feel welcome. Are the gods giving you a little too much right now? Is there a catch?

“N-Nafla…” you don’t know if you should be name-dropping like that, but what else are you supposed to do? You’re not affiliated with anyone else — that is, if you can even consider what you assumed was a booty call an affiliation with the guy.

“Nice! I don’t think those guys are here yet, but feel free to hang around and mingle. You don’t gotta be too nervous.” Jay reassures you and raises his glass for you to clink with him.

You smile appreciatively and tap your drink against his before taking another swig. In a normal situation, if the Jay Park appeared before you, you would attack him with a slew of questions and professions of love as a fan, but you can’t really do that here on a rooftop full of celebrities and their friends. It would take the whole night and you’d look idiotic, maybe to the point of getting kicked out.

That is the last thing you want, especially when you haven’t even seen Nafla yet tonight. This has really turned into a lot more than a lucky lay with your favorite rapper. Jay’s chatter with his other friends fades into background noise as you continue to scope the area for a head of a faded red hair, and simultaneously wonder how you’re supposed to approach anyone here when you don’t know a single soul personally.

However, the answer comes to you suddenly when one of your favorite mainstream hip hop songs starts playing — you’ll just do it like you do at the club, by dancing. “I like this song.” You announce to no one in particular. Quickly, you finish your drink and set it back on the counter before swinging around in your chair to approach the small dance floor area surrounding the DJ booth with a beat to your step.

The crowd is rather small compared to the club even on a slow night, but it’s enough to let you blend in as you start moving your hips and limbs in casual tandem with the song Primary is playing. You don’t know a lot of the faces in this crowd, so you’re guessing a lot of the girls here may be dates or close friends or staff also invited to join the party. They all seem perfectly capable of having a good time, at least.

Pretty soon, you’re starting to feel the groove mix in with the starting waves of the vodka, and you dance with slightly less inhibitions than you started with. Some of the other dancers are even encouraging you and letting you join in. They even start a little dance circle in the middle of the floor to let everyone show off a bit, and obviously you can’t disappoint, so you throw out a few of your better moves to get some loud encouragement. It works, and you’re dancing along like it’s just another night out — only with a super higher end crowd.

As it turns out, it’s as easy to attract famous guys as it is to attract regular guys at the club when you know how to dance a little and dress up nicely. They just come to you, trying to dance with you, offering you drinks, asking your name, the works. You’re friendly to them all — and the girls too — though you do your best to keep to yourself when guys look like they’re seriously trying to approach you.

Which is fucking hard, because hello?? Some of these guys you actually listen to on the daily on your commutes to work and for your workout playlists!!! Temptation is everywhere tonight, especially when it’s just coming right up to you, but you’re here for one man and one man only. No amount of liquor is going to make you forget that tonight.

Though you are caught by surprise when someone’s drink ends up splashing across the entire front of your dress. There was some sort of accident that sent the drink owner tumbling back and spilling his sangria all over you. Now there’s a commotion over you and the guy who spilled the drink on you is apologizing profusely. However, you’re far gone enough to reply with a calm laugh, which seems to surprise the people around you a bit. “It’s cool, I’m fine. But uh…” You look around, wondering what the hell you’re gonna do now in a wet dress.

Until your eyes land on the pool. “I’m just gonna…” You point your thumb over to the pool that overlooks the edge of the hotel roof, “wash it off, I guess.”

“Uh, yeah. For sure…” The guy replies. He’s in the middle of offering to have your dress replaced but stops mid-sentence when you start unzipping the garment by a lounge chair.

When you pull the whole thing off of your shoulders and drag it down to step out of it to lay on the back of the lounge chair, you hear a few cheers and whistles. “Guess you were prepared, at least.” Someone comments. Was that a fucking producer whose beats you hear on the regular??

You just laugh with a shrug before stepping towards the pool. Looking down at your now bikini-clad body, you see some of the red wine still trailing down your skin as you take the few steps up to get into the long, somewhat narrow pool. Some of it ended up in your hair too, it seems.

There is a small number of people in the pool too, but it looks like they’re all chatting with each other in their groups of friends, so you kind of just wade around and let the pool water wash away the remnants of the sangria from your skin. You also take a few moments to relish in the absolutely gorgeous view of the city from here. The question keeps coming back to attack you: are you really here right now?

Is any of this real? How did you end up in a place where all these incredible artists are just here to chill with their own friends? Was Nafla right in his head last night when he invited you to come here? Gosh, you can’t even begin to wonder how you’ll get through the rest of this night.

While you’re sinking into your thoughts, you kind of just let your head submerge under the water too. Might as well get the wine out of your hair as well, and your makeup is waterproofed enough to withstand a short submersion. Right when you come up for air though, you hear a voice nearby that you’ve been listening for all night.

Turning around, you spot him, right by the other lounge chairs near the dance floor, “Nafla!” The brightest, dopiest smile stretches across your face. You must look way too eager. And that’s when you remember you must also look like a wet seal or something right now since you just popped out of the pool.

He calls your name back in response, obviously surprised to see where you came from. “Hey,” you try to dial down the smile a few watts as you approach the edge of the pool. There’s a marble step used as a seat in the way though, so you just stand on it with your knees and let your upper torso emerge from the pool as well as you lean your hands and forearms on the edge. Arching forward as if it’ll get you closer to hear him when it’s really just your own eagerness jumping out, you take a breath to calm yourself, “I uh… I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh, this is the guy you’ve been waiting for all night?” One of the guys who was on the dance floor with you earlier and was probably having a conversation with Nafla and his friends at first (you try to ignore the fact that several of the MKIT RAIN members are standing right here in front of you too, on top of all the other excitement), pats him on the back. “Lucky you, dude. She really knows how to dance.” He praises.

“Ah…” You shyly chuckle back, running a hand down your wet hair.

“Yeah, I know.” Nafla agrees with a playful, yet somewhat secretive smile. “But you decided to take a dip instead of kicking it on the dance floor?”

“Oh, uh, my dress… it got wet. So I just came in to clean the wine off.”

“Oh my god, yeah dude. You should’ve seen it! Junho was trying to pull that move, you know that one? And then—“ The guy from the dance floor explains the encounter for you, so at least you have a witness instead of sounding stupid that you now no longer have clean clothes for the evening.

“Ah, that sucks. Well, you can use one of the hotel robes or something later, it’s probably not a big deal.” Nafla suggests, “Unless you wanted to keep swimming?”

“No, no. It’s cool. I— I want to join you.” You wonder if it’s too bold of a statement to make, but what else can you say when you mainly came here on the pretense of fucking him tonight?

He doesn’t seem to take any offense to it though as you step out of the pool. You try to wring out as much water as you can from your hair and skin before dance floor guy comes up and offers you a towel. “Thank you.” You smile gratefully at him as you carefully dab at your face as not to smear the makeup.

“No problem.” He smiles back.

“Hey, so you wanna go grab another drink first?” Nafla pipes up and takes back your attention.

“Yeah, definitely.” You nod, wrapping the towel around yourself before following Nafla back to the bar. You let him order something for you, and he grabs both drinks before leading you to the cushioned lounge chair area again. You both sit on the same side of the same chair in view of the dance floor and the pool and a lot of the rest of the party, but it’s not too loud here so you can talk without problems.

“Looks like you’re popular wherever you go.” He comments jokingly as he hands you your drink.

“You think so?” You smile behind your cup as you take a sip. It’s sweet, but strong. A nice choice.

“Yeah, maybe I should've gotten here earlier.” He leans back on his hands but keeps his eyes on you, “Then I could’ve kept you to myself. Now everyone’s interested in you.”

“As if, I’ve been here for like, half an hour.” You roll your eyes and set down your drink between you two on the chair.

“Half an hour? On the dance floor?” Nafla says with an incredulous smile, “It’s a wonder you haven’t already run off with some other dude.”

“You know what, that wouldn’t even be a problem if you didn’t just throw me to the wolves like this.” You joke, “What did you expect me to do at this huge ass party full of chart toppers and girls who look like they belong in hip hop music videos? I’m so out of place!”

“Yeah right, you could be in any music video and outshine anyone there.” Nafla’s flirty tone is back, which you kind of love but still can’t believe. “You were doing just fine before I got here.”

“Shut up.” You hide behind another sip of your drink, “And it’s about time you came. I didn’t come here for just anybody.”

“Oh yeah?” He cocks his eyebrows at you with a smirk, “Who is it that you came for?”

You almost roll your eyes again at that one, but before you can come up with a witty answer, you’re joined by a few guests. All of whom happen to be amazingly talented and have you frozen in your seat from being star struck.

“What’s up, Fla~”

“Yooo.”

“Wassuuupp y’all.”

Nafla groans beside you, but he welcomes his friends to the lounge chairs beside you guys anyway. You’re trying to keep your breathing under control and your giant smile bitten down in your jaw. That is fucking Loopy, Kid Milli, and Young West sitting across from you. And mother fucking Bloo took up the last bit of space on your lounge chair beside Nafla.

For a minute or so, the boys all talk amongst each other as if you’re not there, and you don’t even realize it because you’re staring at them in awe, just listening to all these famous artists having a regular conversation like some sort of miracle unfolding before you. Until someone brings you up, that is. So Nafla introduces you by name, “We just met yesterday.”

“Hi.” You wave awkwardly.

Some of them say hi back, but they don’t really pry into the specifics of why Nafla invited you here despite only having met you yesterday. They instead decide to ask you questions about yourself, which is relatively painless. “Do you go to school or work in Seoul or something?”

“No, actually I’m just here on vacation.” You go on to explain that you have a full time job in your home country, and that you’re leaving in a couple of days. “But I have a few friends who live here, so I’m visiting them and going out and having fun with them. Never would I have imagined I’d get to meet freaking Nafla and everyone else here.”

A few laughs and other topics go by and then Bloo asks, “So is dancing part of your job too? Because I saw you at first and you really know how to move.”

“Actually,” you laugh, “I do have a part time job as a dance instructor at the gym. I used to dance a bit in college so the gym’s a good way to help me keep up with it. Though the club helps too.”

“Wow, it’s no wonder you’re so good.” A few boys coo in awe of you, though it honestly sounds a lot cooler than it actually is to live your day-to-day life.

As the conversation goes on, the strong need to blurt out your love as a fan to each and every one of them dies down with how naturally the talking and laughing flows. But you kind of break the nice pace for yourself when you let out a sharp gasp at the sight of someone.

“What is it?” Nafla asks, and in your rush of excitement, you end up slapping your hand on his thigh in order to get a hold of his hand.

“Is that freaking Beenzino over there??”

“Oh, yeah, it is. Fresh out of the army.” Loopy turns around to confirm that it is indeed the man who took over your mind during your college years.

“Okay, I think I might actually die in a minute.” You stare Nafla in the eye with a serious expression, “I’m sorry, I’ve been trying really hard to keep cool while I’m around you guys and not creep you out, but my facade is crumbling now because I have liked that guy since I was in high school.”

You turn away from them to take a deep gulp of your drink and attempt to suppress your excitement further, but it’s getting real hard now. Beenzino is here, and he’s fucking tall. And more handsome than pictures can even try to portray.

“Wow, looks like Fla’s got some competition now.” Loopy chuckles before he takes a sip of his own drink.

“Oh my god, no. I love him and Stephanie together. They’re the cutest.” You wave off that comment, “But still, I’ve only ever seen him in concert. This is fucking unreal. This whole thing is unreal. The fact that I’m talking to you guys right now is unreal. I’m surprised I haven’t puked.”

You’re babbling. All of the nerves and excitement are slowly starting to trickle out and you need to find a way to cap it before Nafla and the others get too put off. “Do you wanna talk to him?” Nafla offers.

“No.” You scoff as if it’s obvious, “Do you think I’m capable of talking without freaking out right now?”

“Hey, hyung! Beenzino-hyung!” Bloo calls out and waves his hand to get the rapper’s attention.

“Oh my god.” You breathe.

“Hyung, come here for a minute.” Bloo waves him over, and dear lord, he’s actually approaching. Fuck.

“Bloo, you turd ball!” You don’t know why you said that, but anything else would’ve been too serious. “I’m not ready for this.”

“It’s cool,” Nafla laughs, “Just say hi and that you’re a fan. Like whatever you’d say if you met him on the street.” He shrugs.

“Hey, guys.” Beenzino comes over and greets everyone with a catch of the hand and chest bump in the way he does. “What’s up?”

“So, our friend here,” Bloo introduces you, “really likes you, and she really wanted us to ask you to come here so she could talk to you.”

Oh. My. God.

That is mortifying. You give Bloo an incredulous and offended look, but he just smiles and waves at you to greet your idol of young adulthood. You look to Nafla for a last desperate call for help, but he just smiles at you. Guess you have no choice.

Taking a deep breath, you turn and stand to greet the Beenzino himself, “Hi, I’m such a big fan.” You give him your name, your hometown and country, and tell him how long you’ve been following him for.

“Wow, thanks for all the love. I’ve actually been to your country before, it’s a really beautiful place.” He says.

“Oh, thank you.” You laugh nervously, “Well, we’re always excited to see you perform, so… Yeah, I can’t wait to go to another concert of yours. They’re always so fun.”

He asks you to elaborate and you go on to mention the concerts and festivals you’ve been to see him in the past several years, and he’s thoroughly impressed and/or creeped out. You can’t tell because you’re worrying about talking too much or quickly now. When he thanks you again, you decide to go out on a limb and ask, “Can I… Can I have a hug?”

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He holds his arms out for you and you accidentally let out a small squeal before falling into his strong embrace. Wow, you are really hugging the man of all your college dreams right now. While on a night call with the man of you current dreams. Funny how life works out.

“Thank you,” you say breathlessly as you pull away.

“No problem, always grateful for the love and support. Here, why don’t we take a picture together?”

“Really??” Your eyes must be sparkling right now, and you snap your head back to look at the other guys who have just been watching your little exchange if they weren’t preoccupied with their phones or something.

“Here, I’ll take it.” Bloo offers, standing up and holding his phone up to snap the picture.

“Oh, okay. Thank you.” You move in to get closer to Beenzino to take the photo, before realizing you’re still wearing a towel around your body. “Wait, hold on.” You pull the towel off and throw it onto the back of the lounge chair before scooting in to wrap your arm around the rapper’s waist while he puts his arm around your shoulders.

“One, two, three.” Bloo counts. My god, your smile might take over your whole face in this photo. You want to curse and thank him for calling him over for you.

When the picture is taken and Beenzino takes his leave, you take your seat again next to Nafla and without thinking, bury your face into his neck as you take a calming breath. “Oh my god, I can’t even breathe…”

“Wow, your face is really warm.” Nafla mentions, bringing a hand up to stroke at your cheek.

“Hey, congrats though!” Bloo announces, “You got a pic with Beenzino-hyung. I’ll send this to Fla to send to you later.”

“I can’t believe you just did that to me.” You raise your head to strike Bloo with an accusing glare, “But thank you.” You relent with a sigh and take another gulp of your drink.

“You’re welcome.” He says proudly.

“Oh my god,” you close your eyes briefly before turning to Nafla again, “There’s too many amazing people here, I’m not cut out for this. I’m gonna start screaming any minute now.”

“Save it, I’ll take care of that later.” Nafla says with a hand on your thigh, which is suddenly a lot warmer on your skin now that the towel is off. It slips out of his mouth so casually that you can’t do anything but stare at him, in complete awe. And something else. Something else that stirs in your body and between your legs. How did that smooth and curt comment suddenly flip a switch in you?

The other guys seem as dumbstruck as you are, but it only takes them a second to bounce back and start shouting at Nafla about being a dog or being vulgar or whatever. You, however, are still staring until his playful little chuckle breaks you, and you burst into giggles in his neck.

After a few chuckles, you lean up to whisper into his ear, “Can I kiss you right now?”

You don’t expect to feel so relieved when he replies with a casual but throaty, “Yeah,” before leaning in kiss you first. It’s a long one, tangled with teasing nips and pressure play, and you didn’t realize how much you needed this. Amidst all this excitement, and worrying about keeping your cool, trying to keep a conversation going with all these celebrities you admire but don’t actually know, you had almost forgotten why you were really here.

“Okay, guess that’s our cue.”

“Yeah. Later, guys.”

“You have fun now, kids.”

You pull away from Nafla when you hear the guys leaving, but you don’t come apart without a puckered smacking sound. It’s embarrassing, but you do feel obligated to at least say goodbye to his friends who were nice enough to talk to you. “Oh, okay. Bye! It was nice meeting you.”

Nafla exchanges a few other words with the guys about who knows what, but when they step away his attention right back on you. He watches you stare at him, letting your eyes roam all over his face with a curious pucker in your lips. But eventually he breaks into a gentle laugh again, calling you cute before leaning in to kiss you once more.

This time, the kiss lasts for quite a while. You have no idea how much time passes, but you know it’s been awhile because when you finally pull away and open your eyes again, they’re a bit sensitive to the lights outside. Or maybe it was just Nafla making you dizzy with his mouth. You’re impressed that the kissing managed to stay rather chaste — or chaste as you could keep it in public.

Both your hair and his are a bit mussed from having each other’s hands in it, your faces are flushed, and obviously both your lips have a visible swell to them. Nafla shows an impressive self-restraint similar to what he had at the club last night; he didn’t put his hands anywhere scandalous, but he did pull your thighs onto his lap. If you just adjusted your sitting position a bit, you would be sitting right on him. And god, you kind of really want to. Would that be too much?

“Do you have to stay long?” You ask in a rather weak voice.

“Mm, no. Not really.” He kisses you again, “It’s just a party for a Korean holiday, but I’m just surprised that so many people were able to make it.”

“Do you want to stay and talk to your friends?” You offer, “It must be rare to have everyone together like this. You should catch up with people.”

“And what? Leave you alone to get swept up by all these other guys?” He says playfully, hugging you closer by your waist.

You giggle at the slight possessiveness, absolutely loving it, “I’ll just go dance. Or swim. Or eat. Whatever, there’s a ton of things for me to do here. I’ll be fine. You should enjoy yourself too. Talk to your friends.”

“You sure?” He lowers his chin as he continues looking at you.

“Yeah, and tell you what; if you wanna check on me, just bring me over for a drink.”

“Well, alright. If you’re cool with it.” He sets you down on your feet and escorts you back to the bar first since you said you wanted more liquor. But he doesn’t leave without making a show of covering your shoulders with his jacket and whispering into your ear in front of the others, “Just come find me if you need anything.”

“Will do.” You thank him and he’s off before he can catch you taking a subtle whiff at his collar. It smells good.

You make light conversation with the bartender and get his story as you nurse your drink, but eventually, others begin to start up a conversation with you as well. You must be a topic of interest since you’ve been prancing around on Nafla’s arm and unabashedly making out with him by the poolside so far. So for the next hour, you introduce yourself however many times to so many different people; some of whom you know of, and some of whom you don’t.

By the time you’re down to your third drink since you got to the bar, you’re kind of high on liquor and clout. You have talked to more famous people in the past hour than you’ve ever encountered in your entire life, including the ones you’ve paid to see live. The mixed drinks in your body are making you giggly and the excitement of getting to talk to your favorite singers and rappers and producers is making you light-headed. So you turn down the next drink and conversation in favor of returning to the dance floor.

Slipping your arms into the sleeves of Nafla’s jacket, you relish how cool it must make you look — even though you’re wearing nothing by a bikini underneath. But there are other people dancing in swimwear and without shoes, so you probably don’t have to care. And you feel less and less obligated to when a great song comes up and you just ebb into the rest of the crowd.

You recognize some people here, or at least you think you do, because they sure recognize you. A few of them are welcoming you with shouts and gestures to dance with them, so you somehow manage to seamlessly join in with their group. Though if anyone asked you what their names were, you cannot for the life of you list even one of them. Which is freaking ridiculous because you know their voices and faces from your playlists and their music videos.

But then again, you’re here to dance, not think. So that is exactly what you do in an attempt to sober up even a little bit. People come and go to drink, smoke, eat, go to the bathroom, or whatever it is they go to do, but the atmosphere remains lively. This is probably going to be the party of your lifetime, the one you’ll remember forever and talk about over and over until your friends hate you for it.

You almost don’t want Nafla to pull you aside and take you back to his room and fuck you all night. Almost.

When he does pull you to the side to rest, you realize this is your first break in what must be… hours? Who knows. “Wow, you really know how to go off on that floor.”

“You think so?” You giggle, accepting the water he hands you and gulping it down without stopping for air.

“Do you not get tired? I’ve been watching you for a little while now.”

“When I go out, I go out all night.” You sweep your hand through the air as if to seal your proclamation. “But don’t worry, I still have energy to play around with you.” You lean in to tease.

“Well good,” he chuckles, “Why don’t we go then?”

“Okay!” You chime, taking his hand and letting him lead you back towards the lounge entrance.

However.

“Wait! Wait.” You tug on Nafla’s hand to stop him in his tracks and drag him back towards the dance floor when you hear your absolute favorite song start up. “After this song. Just this one.”

Nafla feigns an exasperated sigh but follows you with a smile. You don’t bother dragging him into the heart of the crowd, so you just linger on the side of the dance floor. But you’re still revved up on celebrity meetings, countless drinks, Nafla’s affection, and now your motherfucking favorite song in your whole music library.

You bust out your best moves and flirt with your body instead of your words this time. Nafla’s loose, unbuttoned jacket definitely helps you with the playfulness of it all when you let it slide down your shoulders to show off your skin and bikini before letting it slide back onto your arm with another big movement. Come the last chorus of the song, you’re dancing up to him and rolling your body right up into his, front and back, like you’re his own personal stripper or something.

All good things must come to an end, and you’re loathe for your best song to end, but Nafla is giving you a look like he’s ready to throw you onto the floor and have you right here and now. Guess that means you’ve teased him a bit too much, but you can’t help giggling when you readjust his jacket on your shoulders again. He barely lets you get it on right before slinking his arm around your waist and practically pushing you out of the lounge. There are some cheers and whistles behind you, but you’re still high off the evening and your own laughter.

Nafla keeps you hugged to his waist through the duration of the elevator ride and the walk to his hotel room. Your laughter settles along the way and you find yourself calming with every whiff of his cologne when you bring your nose close to his neck.

When the door closes behind you, Nafla chuckles, “Finally got you all to myself.”

“Give me one sec,” you say, making straight for the bed and flopping on to one side of it. You yank the duvet towards your body and roll over twice until you’re completely wrapped up in the blankets like a burrito on the other end of the bed.

Then you scream.

You let out a good, long cry and muffle it into the covers until you let all the excitement of the entire evening meeting all those stars and holding in your utter joy and amazement. You scream and even thrash around on the bed for a good thirty seconds or so before you roll back out of your blanket burrito and sit up.

Tossing your hair out of your face, you give Nafla a neutral look because he is definitely staring at you, “Alright, I’m good. I’m ready to see if you can actually make me scream all on your own.” You tease with a smile as you position yourself cutely on the bed.

Nafla stares for another few seconds before breaking out into laughter, “What the heck was that?”

“I had to get all that excitement out from this evening first!” You sigh as you collapse on your back, “I couldn’t just keep it all bottled up. Besides, it’d have given you a false start and I wouldn’t want that to get to your head.”

“Trust me,” he says as he climbs onto the bed to hover over you. His face is only a couple centimeters from yours, but it feels even closer than it was last night at the club. “I don’t need a head start.”

You can’t help it, you smile. After all that has happened to you tonight, you’re still exactly where you want to be. “Prove it.”

*

Thankfully, there were enough condoms available to you guys to use the entire time. You are impressed with both of you for going at it as long as you did. And you fucked around in the morning too. God, it was beautiful. It you could have one night never end, it would hands down be this night.

Nafla was quite the cuddler too. You woke up to the warm, inviting sensation of his arms around your waist and the sexy, sleepy groan of his morning voice when you tried to stretch your limbs while in his hold. When he had pulled you in and taken a deep whiff of your neck before rolling his body to lie on top of yours, you had to wonder again if maybe you hadn’t actually woken up yet. And if this would just be the best perpetual dream you’ve ever had.

But it was real. His morning wood was especially real, but you took care of it and thoroughly enjoyed sleepy Nafla for as long as possible before you both got up to shower. And soon, you come across a dilemma.

“Shit, I left all my stuff upstairs last night.” You realize. Your dress, your purse, your phone, your keys, your extra underwear, all of it. All you had to your name right now was the damp bikini from last night. You’re guessing that Nafla would want his jacket back.

“It’s cool, we can go back up and get it. I’m sure they kept it somewhere safe.” Nafla offers, coming up to hug you from behind and place a sleepy kiss on your shoulder. He is playing so unfair right now. How are you not supposed to completely fall in love with him?

He lets you get dressed up in one of the hotel robes before taking you back up to the rooftop lounge receptionist to ask about your forgotten belongings. There’s a bit of back and forth with you having to retrieve them from some other department of the hotel, but you do eventually get it all back; sangria stain and all. Luckily it’s not too visible through the black fabric, but you’ll still need to go through some trouble to get that cleaned later.

Nafla whistles when you slip it back on back in his room, “Wish I coulda seen you walk in with that last night.”

“What? Me popping out of the water half naked wasn’t sexy enough for you?” You chuckle, adjusting the straps and tossing your hair around with your hands in an attempt to make yourself resemble something tidy.

“It’s a tough choice to make.” Nafla says in low, sandy voice you had gotten to know quite well last night. It shakes you up even now, while you’re sore enough to stay in bed for another day.

As reluctant as you are to leave, you know that all great things must come to an end. You do, however, let him walk you downstairs to wait for your cab. Once in the lobby, you both hold off on any more physical contact, in the case that there are any onlookers. Not that it’d be hard to guess what happened between you two anyway, but still better not to fan the flames.

He waits with you outside of the hotel entrance for the taxi to come around, and you’re grateful to spend these last minutes with the boy of your dreams. “Thanks again, for letting me see you again.” You say while you can. “It was undoubtedly the best night of my life.”

“Well, it was a pretty great night for me too.” Nafla smiles back at you, “So I’m glad you came.”

“So am I. You’re the best.” You risk a quick squeeze of his hand as your taxi rolls around, “See you around.”

“Yeah, see you.” He lets your touch linger when you let go to step into the car and even closes the door for you!!

It’s only when the hotel is out of sight that you start squealing behind your purse. Your cab driver gives you a look but you don’t care. You literally just spent an entire night with your favorite Korean rapper of all time and he seemed like he had fun!!!! You can’t believe you got to fulfill your dream of being Nafla’s bedwarmer groupie.

Needless to say, you’re on a high for the next week, and you squeal to all of your friends about it, barely sparing a detail. “Has he texted you since then??”

“Well, I texted him telling him I got home safe, and he responded to that but that’s it.” You answer.

“Why didn’t you keep the conversation going??” One of your other friends demands, practically spilling her drink all over the table.

“Come on! He’s famous and he’s busy, and I was obviously just a night of fun.” You roll your eyes, “We said everything we needed to say while I was still there. If he wanted to continue talking, he would have!”

“Yeah, but—“

All kinds of arguments and discussions ensue about how you should go about it since you have his contact information. But you shut down all the opportunities they suggest because when it comes down to it, “I live and work somewhere totally different. What would we even talk about afterwards anyway? There’s no point trying to force it after the fact. It’d just make me look desperate, and I’d like to stay a good memory, thank you very much.”

Of course it didn’t stop at that, but it was the reality of the situation. And you wouldn’t dare to try changing any of it when you were already so grateful for the experience. You won’t ever forget him, or how much fun you had, or how well he treated you, and you’re glad that it came to an end as sweetly as it did.

*

Or how it was supposed to, at least.

You’ve just finished teaching your weekend dance sessions at the gym when you check your phone to see you’ve gotten some messages from the man you thought you left back in Seoul.

‘Hey. I forgot to send these to you a while back.’

The message is followed by several pictures of you standing beside Beenzino looking like a star struck sewer rat under the horrid lighting of the evening lamps in your bikini and damp hair. But the memories of the entire evening wash over you with a giddy electric current.

‘Omg i look like a wet dog but thanks!! I totally forgot about these’ you text back.

You hesitate with sending a follow up text, wondering if you should ask how he’s doing or mention an update about yourself or something. But eventually, you decide against it and stuff your phone in your pocket before grabbing your stuff to head out to your car.

Once you’re settled in your seat and about to start the car, however, you see that you’ve gotten another reply. You try to settle your trembling heart when you pick up the phone to read the messages.

‘I think they’re cute haha’

‘How’ve you been?’

“Oh my god!!” You squeal to yourself. You’re texting Nafla . Holy fucking shit, how is this even real right now?? Your fingers quickly fly over the screen to type your reply.

You gasp when he responds almost right away, and you follow up with your own response. And it just continues back and forth before you realize you’ve been sitting in your car in the gym parking lot for almost an hour. Your stomach is starting to protest so you order some food delivery, start the car, and make the drive home. You don’t think you’ll be able to focus on cooking tonight.

Somehow, you’re still texting Nafla when your pizza arrives, and when you get out of the shower and get ready for bed, and while you’re lying in bed when you know that you should be asleep already since you have work early tomorrow. But you don’t want the conversation to end. He’s so cute, and funny, and he makes it so easy to talk to him.

Eventually, you do fall asleep and have to follow up with his text in the morning. But luckily, since you didn’t end your conversation with ‘I have to go to bed,’ you’re able to continue talking to him throughout the next day. And the next. And the next. Honestly, you’re surprised that you’re both able to talk to each other for so long without running out of too much to say.

However, he does get busier as the week goes on, and so do you. Your replies become more spaced out while you’re both busy working or doing whatever, and the time difference makes the timing hard too. Until eventually, the conversation comes to a comfortable stop. It’s kind of convenient for you because you suddenly have a new project that you have to put a little more focus on, which you probably wouldn’t be able to if you were shaking in your seat waiting for Nafla — or Nick, as he said you could start addressing him — to reply.

You both kind of leave it at that for a while. You recall he mentioned he had some shows to do, and the schedule lineup on the MKIT RAIN website does make him and his friends look busy. Especially since he’s doing a lot more magazine shoots now, which you also plan to order and add to your collection. It was nice while it lasted, catching up with him. He’s starting to feel more like a friend you met in Korea rather than a rap star who has millions of fans across the world.

Still, you have to remember that he is someone who has many fans in his life. And many people in his life, including girls. You can’t hold your heart out for him just because he’s being friendly after your greatest one night stand in history.

You know this, but you still find it hard to stop thinking about him. And talking about him to your friends. They were excited to hear about your initial encounter, but they’re now on the more practical side and telling you to let him go, since there isn’t a high chance that you’ll get to see him again without going back to South Korea. So you settle into the reality of it, and do your best to let him go and out of your head.

*

And of course, just when you’re starting to get used to it, that’s when he texts you again. Out of the blue, after weeks of not speaking a word to each other. He sends a picture of a husky that’s hanging out at one of his recent work places.

‘I can’t look at huskies anymore without thinking about you lol’  

You chuckle aloud. You had gone on and on about how adorable you found huskies and bombarded him with facts about them and how much you wanted one of your own someday. And now, it seems it’s become a reminder of you for him.

‘How do you think i feel whenever i see anything that has to do with Coca Cola?’ You write back.

And just like that, it starts all over again. You guys talk into the night and the next few days about everything there is to talk about. You update each other on your lives and you start to miss him all over again. The more you talk to him, the more you want to switch gears and get a little flirty, send him a dirty picture or something. But you can’t interrupt this nice flow you two have going. You’re talking like you’re old friends and you won’t ruin this possible budding relationship — whatever it may be — between you because of your libido.

However, the conversation eventually fades out like it did last time, after over a week of texting each other regularly. And you’re back to square one.

Obviously, you rant to your friends about how you feel like you’re being strung along and don’t know what this even is that’s happening between you. “Do you think he’s just keeping in touch with me occasionally so that he’ll have a booty call ready if he ever comes here or something?” You wonder.

“It’s possible. You never know with famous dudes.” Your friend shrugs, taking a sip of her drink.

You reach over to steal one of her fries before continuing, “Should I keep talking to him? I really like him, but I doubt that anything practical or serious will come out of this.”

“Well, if you’re trying to look for something serious, then I’d say yeah, stop talking to him. But if you’re willing to keep messing around for a while, then just keep talking to him. See where it goes — if it ever goes anywhere, that is.”

You groan, tempted to drown into your own salad, “We haven’t talked in almost two months. Should I text first this time?”

“If you want to.” She shrugs.

“Thanks, so helpful.” You deadpan.

Your friend smiles back cheekily, popping another fry into her mouth, “You’re welcome.”

*

You text him first. Not out of desperation, but simply because you could use another opinion from someone who’s probably attended way more formal events than you have. A company banquet is coming up, and you’re helping host the event, so you can’t just show up in a regular old closet gown.

So you send Nafla three mirror selfies of the different dresses and ask him which one is most appropriate for a company holiday party. Your heart is pounding as you wait for the response, but luckily you’re not left to tremble for too long, because he responds within the hour.

And just like that, conversation picks up as usual, for days. This time, it almost lasts for three weeks, even with the laggy responses. By that time, your holiday party has happened and the new year is coming up. Unfortunately, you don’t get to share your happy new year texts with him because your conversation dies out just a little after Christmas, when Nafla is getting busy with all the holiday hip hop concerts. A shame.

So you sulk a little throughout the beginning of the year, until Nafla texts you again some time after Valentine’s Day. It’s the usual pattern again, but this time, about a week into the new conversation, he says the wildest thing you’ve ever heard.

‘I’ve got a couple of free days coming up. I was thinking of coming to visit your city’

Your heart stops when you read that text. You stare at it in complete shock, unable to move your fingers in a response before a follow up message appears:

‘Wanna be my guide?’

You scream into your living room, jumping around the room like you’ve just won the lottery. You’re probably bothering or worrying the neighbors, but who the fuck cares?? Nafla might be coming to visit you!!!!! You may get to see him again!!!!! Holy fucking shit!!!!!!!

Doing your best to tone down the exclamation points in your response, you answer that you would absolutely love to act as his guide and welcome him to your city. And for the next couple weeks, you busy yourself with organizing an itinerary on what to do and where to go with your favorite rapper, who’s flying into your country, your city, to see you .

Okay, there’s no guarantee that he’s actually only here to see you. Maybe he actually just wanted some time to travel on his own and explore a new place, and he wanted to go somewhere that he would have a trusted guide to bring him around. But come on, what other reason would he choose here of all places to go if not for you?

You try not to let it get to your head, but you are way too fucking excited to see him. Your friends are starting to get concerned for you.

“I can’t believe a famous Korean rapper is coming here to see you. If he’s not into you, then I’m gonna start drinking goat milk instead of water.” One friend says.

“Oh my god, are you going to stay with him while he’s here??” Another asks.

“And are you gonna let him in your pants again?” Another chuckles.

“Oh my god!” You shout, “Shut up. I’m playing it cool for now. I’ll take him to whatever hotel he wants to stay at, but I can’t assume that I’m gonna be with him the entire time.” You say logically.

They stare at you, waiting for you to follow up. So you break, “But I really do hope that he slams my guts again.”

All of you scream together and you just continue drown in your own excitement to see him again. You hope you can get it together by the time he actually arrives.