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hanniiesuckle17 · 5 years ago

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Noir Reaction: Teasing Them in French

A/n: I apologize if the french phrases are incorrect, I do not speak french. Also coming up with teasing things to say is hard. But I hope this is good and you enjoy!!

Requested by: my fellow Lumi, the lovely and sweet @daewonbiased

Seunghoon:

You had come to drop off Seunghoon’s dinner. Then you spent twenty minutes after convincing him to take a break from work. Somehow an hour later your boyfriend had dragged you to the practice room to watch him goof off and dance to random songs. Somehow he had found some mats in a closet. Somehow he had now gone off on a tangent trying to prove to you taekwondo was sexy.

“No.” You laughed as you sat against the mirror. “You scared?” He asked with a smirk. His blonde hair fell over his eyes. “Of you, mon ours?” He laughed at your nickname for him. While he loved the adorable pet name he really loved showing off. He motioned for you to join him on the mats and he took a ready position.

“I couldn’t possibly risk hurting such a pretty face.” You said standing in front of your boyfriend, a coy smile playing on your lips. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.” He said grabbing ahold of your waist. Draping your arms around his neck you played with the ends of his hair. You hummed before replying, “Je parlais de moi - mon visage.” (I was talking about me- my face.)

His eyebrow quirked up. Clearly, he picked up on the connotation of your words. He took a breath, blowing some of his hair out of his face. “I put up with the boys all day and then you have to do this to me?” He scoffed and looked to the side. “Oh, I’m sorry, mon ours. Here. I’ll make it up to you.” Seunghoon couldn't help but smile when you reached up kissed him, letting your hands tangle in his hair.

Yeonkuk:

Yeonkuk sat lazily on a couch in the dressing room. Your legs were draped over his lap as you messed with his phone. The both of you were waiting for your slots on stage. Noir was performing and so was your group. Thankfully the public was very supportive of your relationship. You had even MCed together once.

“Are we eating after?” Daewon asked Yeonkuk who sat beside him. The boys were used to having you around. Yeonkuk nodded. “The girls are going to join us too. Our manager thinks it would be good press. Also, I miss seeing my baby.” Yeonkuk said bring your hand up to his lips. You smiled at him over the phone.

“I miss you too, Minou,” He smiled at your pet name for him and continued his conversation with his dongsaeng. Time passed and both of you were growing bored exponentially. “Minou, look over here!” Yeonkuk was playing with the laces of your chunky boots and he looked over pulling a funky face. Laughing you took picture after picture of him. He let you mess around more on his phone and traced random patterns on the skin of your bare legs.

A ding sounded on Daewon’s phone and he pulled it out and laughed. It was a picture of Yeonkuk pulling an absurd face with the caption ‘petit minou’ on Noir’s official account. “Why would you post that?” He asked with a laugh, pulling you fully into his lap. “Je ne peux pas m'en empêcher si tu as une drôle de tête.” (I can’t help it if you have a funny face.)

“Yah! I’m going to kill you!” He said playfully shaking you before kissing your cheek.

Junyong:

Lying lazily in bed with a good book was the highlight of your Saturday. Junyong was sitting against the headboard with his laptop and you lay near his feet stretched out and holding a book over your face. The soft clicking of keys and rain outside the window relaxed your mind and body. Every once in awhile Jun would absentmindedly start to rub your ankle. The loving gesture further compelled sleep to fight your consciousness.

Every so often Junyong would ask you a question and sleepily you would respond. Eventually, you put your book aside and turned on your side giving in to the temptation of an afternoon nap. Thunder rolled and rain tapped against the window. At some point, you thought you heard Junyong pick up the phone.

Ignoring it you slipped in and out of sleep for the next ten minutes. “Y/n,” You rolled over to avoid the voice. Nothing would ruin your perfect nap. “Y/n.” Lifting a hand you waved off your boyfriend. He chuckled and continued his call. It seemed he could find the answer to his question on a place called Google.

Close to twenty minutes after Jun called your name again. “Y/n,” Again you ignored him. “Baby?” Groaning you opened your eyes and sat up. Junyong held his phone to his ear and the other still rested on your ankle. He looked at you with a soft smile that reached his eyes. Sighing you switched positions and laid back down next to him this time nuzzling your face into his side. “Babe, do you know today’s date?”

“Oui.” (Yes.)

“Do you wanna tell me?”

“Non, ça va.” (No, I’m good.)

“Why?” “You keep interrupting my nap, dingus.”

Yunsung:

Yunsung called ahead to tell you he was leaving the shooting space. You ordered the food and set up a french tv show the two of you had been watching recently. The door opened and your boyfriend dropped his keys and bag on the table. He greeted you with a kiss. “You smell. Go shower. The food will be here soon.” He nodded and rubbed his eyes before heading to the bathroom.

Humming a random song you grabbed napkins and utensils to eat with while waiting for the delivery man. The door rang ten minutes later and you opened to see a smiling young man. “Hello, are you Y/n L/n?” He asked sweetly. Nodding you grabbed the food and set it on the table near the door and returned to sign. While writing the tip you felt two arms wrap around your stomach and you smiled. “

Thanks! Have a goodnight.” You said before closing the door. Yunsung grabbed the food and flopped on the couch waiting for you to sit beside him before playing the show. “How was your day, love?” He asked stuffing food in his hungry mouth. “Good. You?” He sighed and finished chewing. “Exhausting. We were shooting all day. I’m so ready to be done with this music video.”

“Quoi? Avez-vous dû regarder une caméra sexuellement pendant dix minutes?” (What? Did you have to stare at a camera sexily for ten minutes?) His eyebrow rose at your words and he set down his food. “Yes. I did. I was sexy all day. It was very hard.”

Siheon:

Siheon drove the two of you to the gym late at night. The security team had rented out the court for you to meet some of the boys for a late-night game. Siheon smiled as he listened to you talk on the phone with your mother. You were teaching him a little bit of french so he picked up a sentence or two. Something about him and recording. You were probably talking about their new music video that was about to come out. He was grateful your family supported him even from overseas.

Security took Siheon’s keys and drove the car around back. He slung an arm over your shoulder as the two of you walked in the building to meet the boys. You waved as you saw Junyong, Hoyeon, Seunghoon, and Minhyuk. Minhyuk had called you a couple of hours ago and asked if you wanted to play a few games of basketball.

Music blared from a speaker Hoyeon brought as you and the boys played your second game of three on three. Siheon was on a team with Junyong and Seunghoon and you were on a team with Hoyeon and Minhyuk. The six of you laughed and played late into the night. It was no surprise to the boys how intense you were. You shoulder checked your boyfriend as you raced across the court and made a layup into the hoop.

Looking back you saw Siheon getting up from the floor. “That was a foul!” He said pointing at you with a laugh bubbling up in his throat. “Oh please. Votre vie sociale est une faute.” (Your social life is a foul.) Siheon’s face dropped and then he looked around at the other boys before laughing. “Yah! You can’t tease me like that Y/n!”

Hoyeon:

Glancing at your phone you saw a text from your boyfriend. Your boss had just let everyone go for a half-day. Something about a shipment problem? It didn’t matter because now you had the rest of the day completely free! Hoyeon messaged you that he and the boys were just arriving at their photoshoot location. Jumping in your car you drove over to the set and texted the manager to let you in as a surprise. Before you got to the shooting space you ran into Seunghoon in the hall who gave you a big hug and told you Hoyeon was just about to leave the dressing room.

The dressing room was filled to the brim with makeup artists and stylists who rushed around trying to get ready, but only four boys were in there. Siha waved at you and beckoned you over. “Hoyeon just left for the stage. Want to walk together?” Nodding the both of you headed towards the shooting space.

The temperature immediately dropped as you walked through the doors into the big room. Huge lighting pieces lit up a backdrop that Hoyeon stood against. Siha elbowed you as the two of you came closer. The two of you giggled as you watched Hoyeon’s modeling from off to the side.

While they were adjusting lighting he finally saw and waved at you, a big smile growing on his face. When it was over your boyfriend jogged over a planted a big kiss on your lips, completely ignoring his friend. “Good job,” Siha said patting Hoyeon on the back and congratulating him on a good shoot. “That dark disapproving, smoldering thing?” You said imitating his poses. “That’s illegal in Europe you know.”

“Oh yeah?” He said quirking up his eyebrow and letting a smirk fall on his lips. “Heureusement, vous ne violeriez pas la loi.” (Good thing you wouldn’t be breaking the law.) His smirk grew wider before Siha tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Bro, I think she was messing with you. I don’t think it means what you think it means.” Siha laughed as Hoyeon’s grin fell and he turned to shoot you a playful glare.

Siha:

Today was spring cleaning. You were determined to make it so. Siha was often busy and things had picked up for you at work so both of you had gotten a little lax when it came to cleaning the apartment. Opening the windows, you started playing soft french tunes from a CD your mother sent you to listen to while cleaning.

Siha seemed to be extra affectionate today. He would come up behind you and randomly start dancing with you, before being forced back on track. He would compliment you and kiss you obviously trying to distract you. Siha was quite annoyed you chose one of his rare days off to clean and not lounge on the couch with him.

"Y/n!" Ignoring your boyfriend you continued pulling clothes from the dryer. "What, mon coeur?" You called finally giving in to his calls. He shuffled into the laundry room and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Have I told you I love you?" He said kissing your cheek. Laughing, you slapped his shoulder. "Many many times in the past hour." He sighed as you turned back around out of his embrace.

"But, Y/n, I just love you so much!"

"Arrête de dire 'je t'aime' pour sortir des corvées." (Stop saying 'I love you' to get out of chores.)

You said shoving a basket of clean laundry in his hands. Siha glared daggers at you before turning away to go put away laundry. He had no idea what you said but he was just barely smart enough to figure out that you had caught onto his scheme.

Minhyuk:

Minhyuk finally had a couple of days off from work. The two of you decided to visit your family back in Lille, France. On your second day, the two of you wandered throughout the beautiful city. Hand in hand you walked down the people-filled streets. It made you so happy to see him loving where you grew up.

At the golden hour, the two of you ventured to the massive market near the center of the city. Minhyuk happily took pictures with the camera he had brought and excitedly ate samples with you from stalls. “Y/n! Look over here!” “Min, they are just vegetables. We have those at home!” You said with a laugh, letting your cute boyfriend drag you from stall to stall.

You spent the day haggling with french vendors for cute little trinkets and souvenirs Min had picked up along the way. With your bags filled to the brim, you strolled down to the metro to catch the train back to your hotel. The train was quickly filled so you and Minhyuk had to sit across from each other. As the stops passed by more and more people got off at the stations.

Looking over you found Minhyuk staring at you, leaning on one of the rails and his head on resting on his hand. Laughing to cover the blush you looked away and out the window at the setting sun. Turning once again you saw him staring. “Stop staring!” He giggled and adjusted the camera in his lap before his eyes turned back to you. “I can’t help it,” He went back to contently watching you with a smile. If anyone else was in the car they might think he was crazy.

"Pourquoi ne prenez-vous pas une photo? Cela durera plus longtemps." (Why don’t you take a picture then. It will last longer.)

He chuckled, probably picking up a few words. Without hesitation, he aimed the camera at you and adjusted the lens before snapping the picture.

Daewon:

"Oh my god, Cheetos are not chips!" You yelled into the living room at your boyfriend. The two of you had gotten into a random debate and it had now turned into a somewhat heated argument. "Where do you find Cheetos though? In the snack aisle."

Daewon said getting up from the couch. The argument continued for at least another thirty minutes. The both of you chased each other around the living room trying to each prove their own point. "Cheetos leave the same residue that other chips do on your fingers." "They aren't chip shaped!" You said raising your hands in the air.

"Oh yeah? You really want to fight? Let's go!" He said opening his arms and challenging you. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him muttering, "Malheureusement, j'ai une règle contre les combats contre les enfants." (Unfortunately, I have a rule against fighting children.) Turning you saw Daewon standing there with a blank look on his face.

"Y/n that's cheating. You can't just switch and tease me in french that's like so unfair." You couldn't help but laugh at your whining boyfriend. Kissing him on the cheek you walked out of the room soon after being followed by Daewon still trying to win the pointless debate.

“Y/n! Come back here! This doesn’t mean you won!”

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