#nu’est x reader

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inyun

PAIRING ↬ next door neighbor!mark lee x fem!reader

TAGS ↬ fluff, romance, slight angst, potential soulmates, past lives au, friends to (?), shared dreams, the idea of inyun/inyeon or “fate”

SUMMARY ↬ when you move into a small apartment complex in seoul, your next-door neighbor, mark lee, seems like nothing more than an ordinary guy. but as the two of you get to know each other more, it suddenly feels like you’ve known him forever. then mark mentions his grandmother's belief in 인연. the idea that every encounter is woven by threads of fate. are these coincidences between you and mark really accidental or is there something deeper going on?

WORD COUNT ↬ 3.7k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ somebody (me) decided to rewatch past lives 🙈 this was supposed to be fluff and a gift for @https-lvesick but finals week started sinking in… thank you to my saviors @viasdreams and @polarisjisung for beta reading, love y'all <33

PLAYLIST ↬ jazz bar - dreamcatcher; mago - gfriend; you - nct dream; dejavu - nu’est w; wham bam shang-a-lang - silver

THERE IS A WORD IN KOREAN:

"인연"

it means providence or fate. 

but it's specifically about the relationships between people. 

it's an "인연" if two strangers even walk by each other in the street and their clothes accidentally brush. because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives.

Your apartment door was wide open, boxes half-unpacked and filling the hallway. You’d tried to keep things organized, but between the moving of your furniture and the delivery guy calling for directions, you slowly lost your organization.

You were crouched on the floor, handling a box of kitchenware, when you heard a muffled voice behind you.

“Uh, hi? Excuse me?”

Startled, you turned to see a guy standing at the end of the hallway, a paper bag balanced in one hand and a set of keys dangling from the other. He was dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, glasses fixed upon his face, and his hair slightly tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Are… are you my new neighbor?” he asked in Korean, motioning toward the boxes that completely blocked his door.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” your voice squeaked as you responded in some broken korean, not mentally prepared to face a neighbor on the first day of moving him. You scrambled to move a tower of books out of his way. “I didn’t realize—let me just—”

“It’s fine, really,” he interrupted in English this time with a small laugh. “I’m Mark, by the way. Do you speak English?”

“Oh!” You paused mid-shove, shocked at his perfect accent. “Yes. Yes I do.” You were suddenly aware of how disheveled you looked. “Y/N,” you replied, brushing stray hair from your face. “Nice to meet you, and again, sorry for the mess. Your English is really good.”

“No worries. Happens to the best of us,” Mark said, crouching to help move the heavier boxes. “I’m from Canada, so English is kind of my thing.”

“Aah. I see.” You nodded, still mortified.

“This is your first day here?”

“Yeah. My friends were supposed to help, but they bailed at the last minute. So here I am, single-handedly creating a big explosive mess.”

Mark chuckled, lifting a box with ease. “I’d say you’re doing a pretty solid job for one person. Though... maybe try not to block your neighbors' doors next time.”

“Noted,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, standing to hold the door open as he slid the box inside.

When the hallway was clear, you expected him to leave, but he stayed, looking at the stacks of boxes still waiting to be unpacked. “Need an extra pair of hands?”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to—”

“I insist,” Mark said with a grin. “I’m a pro at this. Moved like five times in the last three years.”

Before you could protest further, Mark rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He moved like he really had done this a hundred times, lifting heavy items with ease and made the process less awkward with his small jokes.

“This box says ‘Bathroom,’ but it’s definitely full of shoes,” he teased, pulling out a pair of sneakers.

“Okay, maybe I got a little lazy with the labels,” you admitted.

“Lazy? Nah, this is strategic. Keeps life exciting,” he quipped, tossing the sneakers back in.

You laughed, the tension from earlier fading away. Somehow, he’d turned what felt like a stressful task into something almost fun.

Once the last box was inside, Mark clapped his hands together. “Mission accomplished. And since I’m basically your hero now, I think I’ve earned a reward. Got any snacks?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, I have… instant ramen?”

Mark grinned. “Perfect. My favorite.”

After settling in for a few days, you don’t encounter Mark again. That is, until a series of random moments start pulling you back into his orbit.  

On one of those nights, just past 9 p.m., the apartment complex suddenly plunges into darkness. The familiar buzz of your refrigerator stops, and the streetlights outside shut off, leaving your apartment only dimly lit from the moon. 

Groaning, you fumble around for your phone, only to realize the battery is at 4%. Great. You grab a flashlight, slowly open your door, and step out into the hallway, hoping to find someone who knows what is going on. 

That’s when you spot him.

Mark is sitting on the floor just outside his door, a small stack of candles beside him.

“Hey,” he greets, a faint smile on his face as he waves a lighter. “Power’s out in the whole block, apparently. Wanna borrow a candle?”

You take in his setup and smirk. He’s surrounded by neatly arranged tea lights and thick pillar candles.“Uh, are you in a cult or something?”

“Eh, my grandma’s kinda superstitious. Always told me to keep candles around the house just in case,” he says, shrugging. “I thought she was overreacting, but turns out she’s kind of a genius.”

You sit down a few feet away, gratefully accepting a candle he lights for you. The flame brightens up the dark hallway, leaving warm shadows on Mark’s face.

“So,” you start, leaning against the wall, “What do you normally do during blackouts? Just... sit around and wait?”

“Basically. Or… get this,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “People actually talk to each other. Crazy, right? You could, I don’t know, tell me something about yourself. Like… how many candles do you keep at home?”

“None,” you admit holding up your flashlight. “This is all I’ve got. I guess I’m doomed in a blackout. Your grandma would be so disappointed in me.”

“She would,” he agrees with a laugh. “But I’ll let it slide. Only because you’re new here.”

The conversation flows easily after that. You both begin trading random facts: Your favorite childhood snacks, his love for playing guitar, the time you accidentally dyed your hair orange trying to bleach it yourself. He counters with a tale of a botched bleach job that left him looking like a walking science experiment for months. 

Minutes turn into an hour, the candles continuing to burn as the two of you share quiet laughter and stories. And for the first time that night, the darkness doesn’t feel so bad.

—

A few days later, you’re hauling overstuffed grocery bags up the stairs when Mark pokes his head out of his apartment. His hair is tousled, and he’s wearing an oversized hoodie that practically swallows him whole.

“Oh, hey!” he calls, his face lighting up when he spots you. “Need help?”

“I got it, thanks!” you manage to say, despite your arms straining and the bag handles digging into your fingers.  

Before you can argue, Mark is already down the hall, grabbing it from you, and effortlessly carrying it to your door. “Looks like this thing was holding on for dear life,” he teases, hoisting it easily as he follows you to your door.

“You didn’t have to—”

“I was gonna knock on your door anyway,” he interrupts with a grin. “I baked something earlier and thought you might want to try it.”

That makes you pause mid-door unlock. “You bake?”

“Why does everyone react like that?” he says with mock offense. “Yes, I bake. Don’t look so shocked.”

“You don’t look like the baking type. Or cooking.”

“Oh, I can’t cook.” He scowls as if thinking about a bad memory, “But baking is pretty easy. It’s just throwing everything into one bowl, mixing it up, and waiting. Piece of cake. Or, in this case, cookies.”

A few minutes later, you’re both sitting on your tiny kitchen floor, a plate of freshly baked cookies between you. The smell of warm chocolate and butter fills the air.

“These are amazing,” you say after taking a bite, your voice muffled by the cookie in your mouth.

Mark beams, leaning back against the counter. “Not bad, right? I got the recipe off some YouTube channel. Figured I’d test it out before offering it to my friends.”

You squint your eyes, pretending to look offended. “Wait, so I’m just the guinea pig?”

He admits, laughing. “Pretty much. But hey, honest opinion: too sweet? Not sweet enough?”

“Perfect,” you reply, reaching out for another. “But you should’ve added nuts. Makes it more sophisticated. Just make sure you aren’t allergic.”

He gasps, clutching his chest. “Sophisticated? Wow. Didn’t know I was baking for royalty.”

You chuckle, playfully tossing a crumpled napkin at him, and the conversation once again flows effortlessly from there. You laugh over Mark’s failed attempts at “fancy” macarons, and somehow turn into stories about childhood food disasters.

By the time the plate is empty and an hour has vanished. With Mark, even the simplest moments feel like they belong in a movie.

—

Then it’s yet another lazy Sunday when the doorbell rings. You open the door to find Mark holding a massive box labeled 50-pack instant ramen.

“I think this is yours,” he says, biting back a laugh.

You glance at the label and groan. “Oh my God. I ordered five. Five!”

“Well, congrats,” he says, handing you the box. “Looks like you’re set for the next year.”

You sigh, dragging the box inside. A few minutes later, there’s another knock. Mark’s returned to your door, grinning this time.

“You know,” he starts, leaning against the doorframe, “if you need help finishing all that ramen, I’m just next door. We could, like, host a ‘ramen buffet.’ Charge admission or something.”

You snort. “Sure. I’ll make you the first VIP guest. Free ramen for life.”

“That’s the best offer I’ve ever gotten,” he says, eyes sparkling. “But seriously, I’ll take a few packs off your hands if it’s too much. My midnight snack stash could use a refill.”

Later, you text him a picture of your pantry. 

YOU: Your VIP pass is ready 

MARK: I’ll bring the chopsticks! 😂

The first time the dream comes, it’s vivid enough to remember even after you wake up. In the dream you’re walking through a bustling marketplace, the air thick with the scents and noise of those around you. People push past you, but you don’t feel overwhelmed by them. Instead, there’s a strange pull, like a thread tugging at your body. You turn your head and catch a glimpse of someone—a young man with a warm smile, eyes glinting in the sunlight, and a soft laugh that echoes through the din. 

You can’t see his face clearly, but his hand brushes yours as he passes. And in that moment, it leaves a spark. A warmth that feels almost familiar.

When you wake up, the details are already fading, but the feeling of that touch, that spark, seems to linger, and you can’t seem to get it out of your head.

A few days later, you're sitting with Mark in the hallway outside your apartments, the floor scattered with takeout boxes and empty soda cans. The two of you have somehow fallen into the habit of these late-night talks, sharing parts of your day and random thoughts that cross your mind in the moment.

“Have you ever had weird dreams?” you ask, swirling the straw in your drink.

Mark leans back against the wall, his hair slightly messy from running his hand through it too many times. “Weird how?”

“Like…” You pause, trying to find the right words. “Like they’re not just dreams. More like memories. But not yours.”

Mark raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Okay, now you’ve got me curious. Spill.”

You chuckle, feeling a little silly but continuing anyway. “I’ve been dreaming about this place—a market or something. It’s super crowded, and I’m just walking around. But then…” Your voice trails off as the memory becomes clearer in your mind. “There’s this guy. I don’t know him, but when I see him, it’s like I do. And when our hands brush…”

Mark’s expression shifts, his playful smile fading into something more serious. He sits up straighter. “Wait. You said a market?”

“Yeah.”

“And… hands brushing?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

Your stomach flips. “Yeah. Why?”

He hesitates, running a hand through his hair again. “Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but… I’ve had the exact same dream.”

For a moment, the world feels like it’s spinning. You blink at him, looking for any hint that he’s maybe joking, but his face is earnest, his brows furrowed like he’s trying to solve a mystery.

“No way,” you say, laughing nervously. “You’re messing with me.”

“I’m not!” Mark protests, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I swear. There’s a market, right? And I’m just walking, but then I see someone—you, I guess? And when our hands touch, it’s like—”

“—like a spark,” you finish for him, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mark stares at you, his eyes wide. “Exactly.”

The air between you grows silent, the laughter and casual banter from earlier replaced by something more ominous.

“Do you think it means something?” you ask after a long pause, your voice trying to stabilize itself.

Mark lets out a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “My grandma used to say that some people are connected through 인연—fate, you know? Like… maybe we knew each other before. In another life.”

You study his face, the soft curve of his jaw and the way his lips press together like he’s holding back more than he’s saying out loud. “Do you believe that?”

He turns to look at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t know. But if it’s true…” He pauses, his gaze dropping to his hands, which rest in his lap. “Maybe it’s why I feel like I’ve known you forever, even though we just met.”

Your breath catches, his words affecting something deep inside you. The dreams, the strange familiarity, the unexplainable pull towards him, the way you could spend hours with each other, you’ve felt since the day you moved in. It’s all beginning to make a strange kind of sense. 

You don’t say anything, but your hand brushes his as you reach for your drink, and in that moment, the spark from your dream seems to jolt back to life.

Mark glances down, his fingers twitching as if he’s tempted to close the gap. Instead, he looks at you.“Maybe we’re just imagining things,” he says softly, but the hope in his voice betrays his words.

“Maybe,” you reply, though you’re not sure you believe it either.

For the rest of the night, neither of you mention the dreams again. But when you go to bed, the image of two hands brushing in a crowded marketplace still lingers in your mind, clearer than ever.

It’s a Friday evening, and you’re sitting on Mark’s couch, a blanket thrown over both of your laps. The faint smell of popcorn fills the air as a half-watched movie plays on the screen. Mark’s head is tilted back, his eyes weary from the long day, his fingers idly drumming to a beat on the couch cushion between you.

You glance at him, noting how cozy it seems here. It’s moments like these that feel strange… and effortless. Like you’ve done this a thousand times before.

“Hey,” you say, nudging his arm lightly. “You’re zoning out. The movie isn't that bad.”

Mark snorts, turning his head toward you. “Oh, yeah? Name one character besides the main guy.”

“Uh... The dog?”

“Exactly.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling in that way that makes your stomach flip.

But before you can laugh along, his phone buzzes on the coffee table, breaking the moment. Mark’s smile fades as he leans forward to grab it. You watch his face shift—something serious.

“Who is it?” you ask, your voice careful.

“It’s... uh, an email. From SM,” he says, mentioning the entertainment company where he’s been interning. He hesitates, scrolling through the message. “They want me to come in for a meeting. Apparently, there’s a potential opening on one of their teams in Vancouver.”

You sit up straighter. “Vancouver? Like... Canada?”

He nods, his thumb still hovering over his phone screen. “Yeah. They’ve got this big international project coming up, and I guess they think I’d be a good fit.”

You’re silent for a moment, the weight of his words setting in. “That’s... amazing, Mark. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” His tone is quiet, almost hesitant, and it doesn’t match the words. He sets his phone back down and leans back again, trying to avoid your gaze.

“So,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant even as your chest tightens, “you’re thinking of going?”

Mark runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you’ve noticed over the months. “I don’t know yet. It’s a huge opportunity, but... I’d have to leave. Like, soon.”

“Right,” you say, your voice a little too steady. “It makes sense. You’ve been working toward something like this for a long time.”

He finally looks at you, his dark eyes searching. “Yeah, but... leaving means leaving everything. Everyone.”

You know what he’s implying, but neither of you says it out loud.

—

It’s the day of Mark’s big decision. Whether to take the overseas job offer or stay in Seoul. You’ve been avoiding the topic, scared of what it might mean for you. But tonight, the two of you find yourselves on the rooftop of your apartment building. The breeze carries the faint scent of flowers that Mark planted the other day in the community garden.

You sit side by side on the edge, legs dangling over the low wall. Although dangerous, Mark always promised that he’d catch you if you fell. He also wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. He’s always thoughtful like that.

For a while, neither of you says anything, just watching the sun slowly start to descend down the bustling city. 

Finally, Mark breaks the silence. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about 인연.”

You turn to look at him. His face is painted in soft, golden light. “Yeah? What about it?”

He chuckles softly, almost nervously, running a hand through his hair. “At first, I thought it was just a cool idea. Like, ‘Oh, that’s neat. Fate and past lives and stuff.’ But… I don’t know. Every time I’m with you, it feels like there’s something bigger happening. Like I’ve known you forever, and I don’t even know why.”

Your breath catches. Hearing him say it out loud makes it feel so much more real than you imagined in your head. “I feel it too. Like… we’ve been here before. Not just on this rooftop, but in some other life, in some other time.”

Mark finally turns to you, his eyes searching yours. “But what if we’re just making this up? What if we’re using fate as an excuse to… I don’t know, hold onto something that isn’t real?”

The vulnerability in his voice shakes you. He’s scared, just like you are. Scared of the intensity of it all, scared of what it means to let go. Or to keep holding on.

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I don’t know if this is fate, Mark. I don’t know if some invisible thread tied us together, or if we’re just two people who got lucky enough to meet. But maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s not about why we found each other, but what we do with it now.”

Mark looks at you, his lips parting as if to speak, but he hesitates. You can tell he’s turning your words over in his mind, weighing them. “So… what do we do with it? What if I take the job? What if I leave? Does that mean we weren’t meant to be?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” You reach for his hand, your fingers brushing before he laces them with yours. “You taking the job or staying doesn’t erase what we’ve shared. If this is fate, Mark, it’ll find a way to bring us back together. And if it’s not… then I’ll still be grateful for every moment we’ve had.”

“You make it sound so easy. Like letting go wouldn’t completely wreck me.” His grip tightens, and you see his throat bob as he swallows hard. 

You smile, but there’s a little sadness to your voice. “Who says letting go has to mean goodbye? Maybe it just means letting the story unfold the way it’s meant to.”

The silence that follows feels heavy but not uncomfortable. You can see the wheels turning in Mark’s mind. He’s thinking, unsure of what to say. 

Finally, he exhales a long, shaky breath. “I don’t know if I believe in fate, either. But I believe in you. And I believe in us.”

Your heart skips a beat, but he’s not done yet.

“So… if I stay, it won’t be because I’m afraid of losing whatever this is. It’ll be because I want to keep building it with you. And if I go… it’ll be because I know we’re strong enough to handle the distance.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you laugh softly, shaking your head. “You always know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

He grins, that familiar smile that’s become so dear to you.

“Not really. I’m just winging it.”

You both laugh, the warmth from your voices cutting through the bittersweetness of the moment. The future feels uncertain, but for the first time, that uncertainty doesn’t feel so scary.

As the last rays of sunlight fade, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Whether it’s fate, luck, or sheer coincidence, you’re here now. And for now, that’s enough.

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[belaephemeral]

The night sky is coloured with you.

Pairing: Kaveh x Reader (gender neutral)

Author’s Note: A little oneshot to guide my favourite architect back home. Good luck pulling for him! <3

Inspired by Love Paint (every afternoon) - NU’EST (my POV Kaveh playlist).

Pressing a chaste kiss against the nape of his neck, you carefully pull and tug free the silky blond locks secured by the rouge ribbon in his hair. 

You pull away to catch him stir from his abrupt nap atop his work desk once again, murmuring nonsensical mutterings into his arms, which he’s propped his head up on, and snuggling into numerous large sheets of drawings and calculations beneath him. Surely, you hope he isn’t drooling onto the plans he’s worked so painstakingly hard on as he shows no signs of rousing from his beauty sleep nor do you have the heart to disturb his well-deserved cat nap. 

Slowly, you gather his curled form into your arms to carry him into his bedroom. Just as you tuck his head into your chest and secure your hold on his lithe frame, you steal a glimpse into the leather-bound notebook open and sprawled on the table. Little remarks and minuscule doodles line the margins of each page, making you chuckle briefly but your amusement bubbles into one of admiration. It happens as a gust of wind left open in the study room flips the book to a spread of graphite depictions of yourself. Your lips curled up and your heart swelled at the thought of how meticulous he was to get every plane and angle of your face just right or how much attention he truly pays attention to your features to capture the way your eyes wrinkle as you beam or the beauty mark you figured many haven’t noticed. 

To Kaveh, you’re his muse, his inspiration and his purpose. he dreams of capturing your beauty in every medium, style and art form. He wants to portray your tenacious character, your gorgeous features and your irresistible disposition, all endearing traits he adores you so much for. He aspires to paint his undying love into your being. Although, the latter is an issue for another night. At least in his dreams, he is able to do the same. Perhaps, when he isn’t too busy with his projects, he’ll turn those dreams into reality.

Planting your lips on the crown of his head, you step away from the graphite drawings and pages of proportions and measurements to exit the study room. You’re intent to bring him back to his room for some proper rest and back into your arms and embrace - back to a place where he’s safe and loved. A place that will always be there for him once he closes his eyes to the rising moon and opens his eyes to greet the morning sunrise. Unfailingly, you’ll always be there no matter what - because he’s everything you could have ever wanted and more. And you’ll protect that, protect him from anything that seeks to hurt him. As long as you’re here, by his side and in his arms, you won’t let anyone take him away from the life he deserves no matter what.

Because luck or not, fate has guided him to you. And who are you to deny the path destiny has carved for the both of you?

EXTRA:

A faint yip resounds throughout the room as it’s swiftly followed by a cacophony of pitter-pattering paws against cold tile floors. One by one, you watch astounded by the sudden barrage of beige and ochre fur leaping onto the bed and treading through the undulating plains of sage green blankets and pillows. Eventually, the three critters, who’ve slowly begun to invade your territory, knead the plush material underneath their forms before circling, and nestling into their designated sleeping spot.

You chuckle at their ministrations, playfully whispering “Hey, leave some space for me!” as they peacefully lay around the dozing blond. The three adorable desert foxes surround your beloved, as though guarding him as he descends into dreams and cuddling into his form for warmth during this chilly night in Sumeru City.

As you draw the covers over your body, you lean over to brush Kaveh’s locks back and place one last kiss against his temple. “Sweet dreams, my love. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[daybreakx]

NU’EST Masterlist

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main masterlist

last update: Jan 30 2022

Jonghyun 

–Boyfriend! Jonghyun (x)

– ‘Stop being so cute’ (x)

– ‘You’re a nerd’ (x)

– ‘sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!’ (x)

– small drabble based on band vocalist jonghyun (x)

– son of zeus jonghyun (x)

– movie date (x)

Aron

–Boyfriend! Aron (x)

– ‘I’m not wearing a tie’ (x)

– kissing a pout away (x)

Dongho

–Boyfriend! Dongho (x)

– ‘Just smile, I really need to see you smile’ (x)

Minhyun

–Boyfriend! Minhyun (x)

– [11:26 am] (x)

– son of demeter! Minhyun (x)

– ‘I’m not wearing a dress’ (x)

– snowmen (x)

Minki

–Boyfriend! Minki (x)

– ‘I hope I’m never stuck on a deserted island with you’ (x)

All the members

–Nu’est as Hogwarts students (x)

– Cuddling with Nu’est (x)

[fallinginlovewithstrangers]

Storybook (Kim Jonghyun)

{i don’t own the gifs}

Once upon a time in a land far away, there lived a young prince. The prince, appropriately named Kim Jonghyun and affectionately nicknamed JR by the servants, developed an interest in the kingdom and everyone he would one day rule over, making him a man of the people from a young age.

With the exception of Prince Hwang Minhyun, Jonghyun was considered the odd one out by the royals of his age, often looking down on him for attending school with the commoners instead of hiring a tutor to teach him. Jonghyun preferred it this way though, for it helped him gain a new perspective and an understanding of how his people lived and he swore when he’d be king, he’d make the kingdom a much better place. 

As he grew up, the young prince partook in many activities, eventually befriending Kang Dongho, his future knight and Choi Minki, future tailor for the elite (on Jonghyun’s recommendation of course.)

Because the Hwangs and Kims were neighbors in the vast land, they met regularly, the kings quietly discussing the financial crisis while the queens bonded over tea. Jonghyun, Minhyun and his sister princess eventually learned to sneak out of the castles and wander into the town where they met Aron Kwak, a free spirit whose heart never stayed in one place until Minhyun offered him a job working around the castle. But even once Minhyun’s younger sister reached a certain age, she stopped hanging around, instead spending her days on practicing becoming a queen for potential suitors and learning her duties should she accept to rule alone.

Jonghyun never stopped learning, never stopped caring, never stopped being curious of anyone who resided in either kingdom which made him particularly familiar with a lot of people and fairly popular at that. He didn’t mind; it made him proud that he could be someone to other people.

And although he knew he would one day get married to become king, he wasn’t in a hurry to settle down...yet.  

*

“Son of a bitch,” Jonghyun swore as he knocked the glass of water over. He stood up before the water could fall into his lap and wet his clothes. 

“I told you not to leave it so close,” Minhyun commented before raising his own glass to his lips, pinkie out and drinking slowly so the coldness of the ice wouldn’t rush to his brain.

Jonghyun took out his handkerchief to dry up the water that managed to seep into his pants and onto his shirt. How that happened, he didn’t know but let it go. “Do you have an extra one?”

“No need, Hyung. Y/N!” 

In the blink of an eye, his newest servant appeared with a polite smile and a curtsey, ready for his orders. “Your Highness.” You turned to Jonghyun. “Your Highness.”

“Y/N, can you take Prince Charming here to my room? He, uh, had an accident,” he snickered. “There should be some clothes lying around somewhere. And tell Aron to bring us lunch if he isn’t busy.”

“Yes, sir.” You bowed at Minhyun. “Right this way your Highness.” You led him quietly out of the garden and into the castle, greeting a few of the nobles visiting the kingdom, and politely instructing Aron of the princes’ meals when they stopped in the kitchen.

“You don’t talk much, do you?” Jonghyun asked, trying to make conversation. He had been walking with his hands in his pockets, whistling loudly to fill the silence, but his lungs quit on him. He had seen you over the years in passing by in Minhyun’s village, sometimes getting bread or dropping off dresses with a seamstress, but never gave it a second thought. It could’ve been anyone serving Minhyun. But this was his first time alone with you.

You offered him an apologetic smile. “I’m still trying to get used to everything and everyone first. It’s quite overwhelming going from being a delivery person to serving royalty overnight...although it’s been almost a month.”

“Do you like it?”

“Everyone’s been very kind to me, and I seem to be doing a good job. I hope the Hwangs will have complete faith in me serving them. It’s a real honor.” You’d heard the story of their last servant stealing from them and how many things needed to be replaced and how much gold managed to get smuggled out. The kingdom had taken a hit and the poverty rate was slowly increasing, making you extremely lucky to have a job right now. 

“Have they caught the person responsible for the hardship of the kingdom?” When you shook your head, he sighed and excused himself to change into something drier, only to groan when he felt itchy in the attire. He needed to get Ren to design something for Minhyun, maybe for a birthday present or something and then maybe he’d see.

You were long gone when he stepped out so he made his way into the courtyard when he overheard the two kings in the library in a heated discussion. “Forgive me if I overstep any boundaries,” Minhyun’s father said, “but you are overstaffed and it’s only a matter of time before they figure that out. We’ve had to let some of our own people go for the same reason.”

“I know. But what else can we do? These people have entrusted us to look after them and it’d feel like we’re turning our backs on them. We’ve looked deep in the coal mines in search of more gold but everything’s empty. Many have left us as it is, but we’re still struggling. We are grateful for everything you’ve done for us. Thank you. Our only hope will be to merge the kingdoms.”

“Your Highness?” You tapped Jonghyun’s shoulder lightly, making him jump. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thank you Y/N,” he said quickly composing himself. 

“Is everything okay? You’re looking a little pale. Shall I send for a doctor?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you. Just a little jittery from probably not having lunch yet.” He extended his arm. “After you.”

*

Later that night, Jonghyun locked himself in the study room in hopes of finding a quick solution for the time being. He advised his servants not to bother him unless it was important. He unrolled a map that took up the entire table space and studied the blueprint. He dipped his quill in the inkwell, the tip lightly scritch-scratching on the paper. He circled the locations where he could probably find something, crossed out the places where the king said he searched and turned up with nothing, and making notes on where he could explore for himself just to make sure. He needed a better plan, he knew, but he wanted to help as much as he could. He couldn’t let his people down like this, not when they needed him. He paused when he heard a soft knock on the door. “Yeah?” he said rubbing his eyes.

“The queen would like to know if you’re okay Your Highness. You’ve been up here for hours and she’s worried,” Dongho said, holding a tray. “I told her you’d be having your meal up here.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Just put it down anywhere. I just need to finish this.” The scent of food finally reached his nostrils. “That smells good. What is it?”

“I’m not sure Your Highness. It actually came from the Hwang kingdom.” Dongo set the tray on one of the chairs closest to Jonghyun.

“That’s nice of them,” he said. He took off the silver lid that held its contents, inhaling the smell of the bibimbap. He frowned a little at a note folded up neatly on the side. “Dongho, can you bring me some chopsticks. I don’t see anything here.” Once he was alone, he unfolded the note, not recognizing the handwriting but smiling when he saw who it was from. 

Prince Minhyun said you didn’t eat much at lunch, so I sent you this. Enjoy. -Y/N.

*

“Did you find what you were looking for Your Highness?” Dongho asked once they were in familiar territory again. He couldn’t believe he had been talked into nearly getting lost in the woods.

“No, but if we could just go a little further out next time, then I’m sure we would.” He petted his horse gently, offering him an apple slice. “I feel it Dongho! I know that we can at least fix the water problem; we just have to keep going.”

“Your Highness, I admire your perseverance, but we’re not prepared for something like this.”

“Listen to me though. Finding water means our people won’t die of thirst and if we can find a body of water, we can catch fish and if we catch fish, they won’t die of hunger.”

“But they will die if they’re allergic to fish,” Baekho mumbled to himself and Jonghyun whacked him.

“Not the point.”

“I know you want to save the people hyung, I get it. What I don’t understand is how you’re putting pressure on yourself to do this when it isn’t even your responsibility. The king is still alive, and there’s pressure to find a princess to marry. So why are you doing it?”

“Just as you said. I want to save the people. But I also want to feel like a competent leader when I’m king. I don’t want them to have doubts. And if I can save my people, Minhyun’s people will have a chance too.”

“There are always gonna be problems and there will always be people who doubt you. Your mind is in the right place and that’s all that matters.” He fed his own horse a carrot and he whinnied happily. 

They rode the rest of the way in silence, JR trying to remember everything on the map and Baekho watching the area carefully to make sure nothing seemed out of place. Thankfully not many people held a grudge against the innocent prince but one could never be too sure. He heard about a fellow knight who had accidentally eaten some poisoned strawberries meant for the princess he was supposed to be protecting, and how the princess never left his side until he recovered. They were married now, so at least they had a happy ending. 

The pair stopped in the town to do a checkup since neither seemed in a rush to get back to the castle. Jonghyun may have been a strong person but he had a fragile heart and it hurt him to see his kingdom falling apart. Many shops were boarded up shut from the families who couldn’t live there anymore and instead moved somewhere they could afford to live. The king had taken a great risk moving some of them into the castle but he supposed he’d rather have Minki there than anywhere else. Still, he saw his reflection on the glass of his parents’ tailor shop and Jonghyun turned away, feeling partially responsible even though it had nothing to do with him. 

He got off his high horse (literally), and picked up all the trash he saw, surprised that no one bothered to clean up. Once his people recognized him, they bowed respectfully and offered to take the trash he collected which he obliged. Not noticing his knight had left, Dongho returned with a bowl of porridge since they hadn’t eaten since leaving and Jonghyun refrained from shoveling the whole thing in his mouth, despite the lack of flavor. The people used the opportunity to bombard him with questions and concerns of the town, as they made a circle around him, overwhelming him and getting nervous. He answered as honestly as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough. And just as quickly, a small fire flown over their heads and near one of the stands made them disperse and turn their focus on that.

He felt someone grab his hand and run straight for the castle. It didn’t take him long to figure out that it was you but he was still astounded. You yelled for the guard to open the gates and laughing once you made it safely inside. Dongho headed straight for the stables, letting Jonghyun compose himself.

“Your Highness,” you said in between breaths, “what brings you out of the castle so late in the afternoon?”

“Exploring,” he admitted. “I wanted to see something but we got lost and turned around.” He stared at you wondering what was so out of place. “Why are you here roaming the kingdom?”

“The queen swears the vegetables here are the best in the land, so she sent me on an errand.” You frowned. “Only...I dropped them saving you.”

“That’s something I can repay fairly quickly. Follow me.” 

You walked inside, admiring the place. Much like the family you worked for, it was neat and seemed busy, with pages and squires and noblemen walking throughout the halls, charming anyone willing to listen. The portraits scattered along the walls, the past rulers keeping an eye around and pictures of the young prince growing up adorned the opposite side. You smiled at the humanity radiating off of him, enchanted at how his people loved him. “Did you really go to school with us commoners?” You asked in awe, stopping in front of one. 

“Yeah,” he said humbly. “I grew up with the servants here and a lot of them had kids my age. My parents were kind enough to let them in the castle so when they started school, I thought it’d be a good idea to follow them there. I met my two best friends there, no offense to your Prince Charming.”

“Prince Minhyun did say you were an odd one,” you commented. “Your Highness-”

“Please call me JR or Jonghyun.”

“JR,” you cleared your throat to hide your embarrassment at dropping the formality, “these people mean a lot to you, don’t they?” 

He nodded. “They’ve always had so much faith in us, and to feel like we’re not giving them our all, it feels like treason. I went out with Dongho because I was so sure we’d find a river or something and that would help with some of our problems. My people are starving or dying of thirst and a lot of them are leaving. I want to make my kingdom a better place.”

“Your Highness, I don’t know you that well, but I think you’re going to be a great king.” You patted his shoulder. “From the way I see you treat not just your own people, but Prince Minhyun’s too. I hear them speak highly of you in our village.”

*

From then on, a quiet friendship blossomed between you and Jonghyun, whether he met you at Minhyun’s castle or in either of the villages, he always greeted you with a smile and a promise of an adventure, no matter how short of a time you had together. You played harmless pranks on Minhyun like getting him to clap three times at a lamp so a “genie” would come out and often had Aron running around the castle because you’d tell him you lost Jonghyun. The Hwangs also started to have you send messages to the Kims for official business. If it got too late for Jonghyun to send you back (even with Dongho), he had you stay in a guest room, despite you being a servant. Both parties trusted you not to open the letters so you took this job very seriously. 

Jonghyun’s favorite pastime was reading quietly in the courtyard where no one could bother him unless it was to bring him his meals. He often raised his glass as a toast when he saw you roaming with his parents.

He also enjoyed tending to the gardens, something didn’t think he’d like because of the patience he lacked. You found him there many times talking to the plants, praising them and encouraging them to be the most beautiful in all the land. He had the habit of cutting off a flower and offering it to you if he saw you and pouting whenever you rejected it...which didn’t happen often.

He seemed happiest taking his flute lessons outside too because he swore music made the flowers grow faster. He enjoyed your company, fleeting as it was, so whenever your paths crossed, he made sure to keep a smile on your face with his own song for you as a goodbye if he couldn’t walk you to the gate.

He used these distractions to keep himself occupied from the kingdom’s troubles. His dreams, or rather, nightmares began plaguing him late into the night from not finding the source of water to the day of the coronation when his people decided to start a revolution and their first order of business was to overthrow him. They kept him up late at night and sometimes carried on into the morning. They seemed to get especially worse when you stopped coming by and he wondered what could’ve stopped.

*

“I’m sorry, what?” Jonghyun stuck his finger in his ear, cleaning it to make sure he heard right. “Let me get this straight...you want me to marry Minhyun’s sister.” The chicken is his mouth no longer tasted good to him.

“Are you really that surprised?” The king asked. “What do you think we’ve been doing all this time?”

“Trying to figure out what we’re gonna do about the kingdom.”

“My boy, this marriage is the only way to save our people. My time is coming to an end and soon it will be time for you to be crowned king. Now, wipe that look off your face. They’ll be by shortly and we can discuss everything.”

The servants had just finished clearing their plates when the page announced the Hwangs’ arrival. The King and Queen came into view first, regal and elegant as ever, followed by the prince and princess, admiring the place as if they’d never set foot there, and finally, you, head down and fingers laced together in front of you. 

“Your Majesties,” you curtsied. “Your Highness.” 

“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you,” the Queen greeted you kindly. “I trust you’ve been well.” 

“Very, thank you. I’m sorry I haven’t been in some time. They’ve kept me busy with all the wedding preparations.” You turned your attention briefly to Jonghyun. “Congratulations, Your Highness. It will be my honor to serve you in the future.”

“I look forward to having you.” At least a good thing that would come out of the marriage would be getting to see you more often. He missed you a lot more than he thought he did, but he was a bit surprised when he didn’t see you smile back at him.

The princess looped her arm through his, bringing back to the present moment. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“Me neither.” He didn’t know why the idea didn’t excite him. The loyalties between the Kims and the Hwangs dated back as early as the first monarchs, complete with treaties swearing to never declare war on each other and even splitting riches among each other. This was a first in uniting the two families. 

“Okay, Y/N, since you will also become part of this family, allow me to take you to the best tailor in all the land and one the only person JR will allow to make his clothes,” his mother continued. “Choi Minki is simply an artist in what he makes.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at her. “It’ll be good to make sure he knows how the princess likes her dresses and I’ll have some familiarity in how Prince Jonghyun likes his clothes folded and all the like.”

Jonghyun followed the queens and you, with his bride to be right next to him, painting a picture of the wedding she imagined. He had to admit that the idea didn’t sound bad but he just couldn’t see himself in her vision or her in his. He nodded along to everyone talking until they reached Minki’s private corner of the castle and you two were introduced, getting straight to work on the dress and the suit fit for the future king and queen.

It pleased JR to know how easily you got along but a little later when he went back to tell Ren about a hole in favorite shirt, he saw you holding onto his shoulder, gasping for air and Minki egging you on, his heart stopped. He felt foolish for thinking he had been the only one to make you laugh that hard. He backed away slowly unnoticed.

*

You could hear Jonghyun moaning from the stomach pain but you couldn’t go in yet. The engagement party had ended abruptly once the prince ate a piece of rotten beef and came down with flu-like symptoms almost immediately after. The Kings and Queens rushed you and the servants to apologize to everyone attending and had you come straight back. The clock, funnily enough, struck midnight as you entered the room. Somehow someone managed to calm everyone down and assured everyone that Jonghyun wasn’t gonna die, but it’d be awhile until he felt well again. You volunteered to stay with him so everyone could get some rest. While you didn’t have experience watching over this particular prince, someone had to do it and everyone had a full day come morning. You wiped the sweat from his forehead which you swore he blushed from embarrassment. You got him to sit up slowly so he could drink water so he wouldn’t dehydrate, but it didn’t help him too much, so you disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared.

“I need you to drink this,” you said quietly when he wrinkled his nose at the smell and looked for the bucket.

“What is it?” 

“It’s tea with mint from the garden. It should settle your stomach.” You poured the tea into a small cup and blew on it until he could drink without scalding his tongue.

He shook his head. “I don’t wanna. It smells gross.”

“Your Highness, please. If you stop throwing up, we can try feeding you soup or bananas, or something just so you can feel better.” The cold sweat hadn’t subsided yet and you hoped this would do the trick. “Just a little bit. You don’t even have to finish it.”

“Promise?”

You held out your pinkie. “Promise.”

The series of events that happened next involved him throwing up on you and the bedsheets the moment he tried swallowing the tea and him apologizing for it and you running to get changed and bringing extra sets of clothes just in case with you reassuring him that you expected that. You convinced him to take a warm bath while you changed the sheets and threw the dirty ones outside the room. He tried falling asleep to no avail so he kept downing water which made him go to the bathroom every few minutes but he was too weak so you had to grab hold of him so he’d be able to walk without falling over. The food poisoning finally wore off a little before sunrise and he was finally able to eat again, but only after making sure he could stomach the mint tea. He ended up falling asleep with the spoonful of soup in his hand and you removed it so he’d be able to sleep in peace. You cleaned up his little area from his messes, tossing the other dirty dresses he managed to throw up on along with the bedsheets. 

You took one look at him once you finished, relieved at the color finally back on his cheeks and brushed the hair from his forehead, smiling sadly. Why did it have to be him? *

JR’s first order of business once he fully recovered was convincing his parents he didn’t wanna marry Minhyun’s sister. It didn’t feel right and it wouldn’t solve any problems. (His days of bedrest led him to obsessively look up the finances of both families and deducing that it wouldn’t help anyone.) When that didn’t work out, he packed a light backpack and headed out to clear his head without telling anyone he’d be gone. He climbed on his horse and together the rode off unnoticed into the forest, Jonghyun confiding his troubles to the white stallion and enjoying the fresh air, the temperature falling steadily the further they rode out. He had just wrapped a blanket around himself when he found himself toppling to the floor and Aesop on his hind legs, the fight or flight instinct kicking in. Jonghyun managed to roll to his side when Aesop kicked before taking off and leaving him stranded. Not far from him, he heard a rattle and he quickly got to his feet, looking for his stallion.

He felt like he walked in every direction, but everywhere looked the same. He could see the darkness start to kiss the sky and he at least hoped he’d find shelter soon. He’d read stories about ghosts and wolves coming out at night and he didn’t wanna be outside to find out. He was about to give up when he found a mine and went inside without a second thought. Inside, Jonghyun lit a small fire to keep warm and view his surroundings. He didn’t know how long he’d be in here, but he hoped someone would find him soon, seeing as though he didn’t have enough food to last him. He panicked a little when it started raining, the wind whistling and the water falling where it pleased made him start hearing things. He sat down in a ball, covering his ears with his hands when the thunder started. He just had to survive the night and then it’d be over.

“Your Highness!” A voice called out loud enough for him to uncover his ears momentarily. “Prince Jonghyun...JR! Make some noise so I know where you’re at? Your Highness!”

A moment later, you found him in that position, inside with no protection. “Jonghyun, there you are!” Wet as you were from the rain, you rushed to him and gave him a hug, surprised when he wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t go away,” he whispered, unsure as to how you found him to begin with, but not wanting to ruin the moment that he wasn’t alone. You were there with him and that’s all that mattered.

*

It seemed like forever when you were dry again but the bigger problem was the cold you knew you’d get once this was over. The rain wasn’t letting up anytime soon but at least the thunder had stopped. “Your Highness, what are you doing so far away from home? We were all worried sick.”

“How did you find me?”

“I asked first.”

“I...got into a fight with my father and I wanted to get away for a little while.” Out of the corner of his eye, he swore something gleamed, but when he wiped the water away, it was gone. “Now you.”

“Aesop showed up startled. He wouldn’t stop neighing or shaking until we followed him and Mocha got your scent. He left as soon as I found you but they won’t look for us until daylight, probably.” You had never been more thankful for a guard dog than in that moment. “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “I will be now.” He stared at the flames intently as if hoping they’d give him a sign. “I wasn’t running away.” He felt the need to explain what’s been on his mind, even if he couldn’t quite get it out. “I just...Y/N, friend to friend, can I ask you something?”

Your heart flip flopped around your chest when you nodded. “Seeing as we’re gonna be here awhile, why not?”

“Do you think I’m making the right decision marrying the princess? I know they’re your family to serve, but I can’t help but wonder.”

“Your Highness-”

“Jonghyun.”

“Jonghyun,” you tried again, “the Hwangs are wonderful people, as wonderful as your family. I’m indebted to them for keeping me with them as they let more of their servants and other staff go.”

He nodded, expecting this answer. “But is it something I should do? For my people, her people even if nothing else adds up? Is it worth becoming king? Could you do it if you were the princess? Answer me honestly.”

You looked at him next to you, the warmth on your cheeks having nothing to do with the fire. “Yo-Jonghyun, what’s this about?”

“I’m in love with someone who isn’t the princess.” You watched him clasp his fingers together and unclasp them, playing with them. “She’s helped me through so much and I couldn’t help but fall. I want nothing more than to marry her and make her as happy as she’s made me.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but then again you didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t that. “What are you gonna do then? What do you wanna do?”

He didn’t answer since something distracted him again. He stood up and walked toward the shine, scratching the surface of the wall. When that didn’t work, he rummaged through his backpack until he found a spoon and tried again. He dug really slowly so the silverware wouldn’t bend or break, scratching away patiently.

Meanwhile, you stared at the flames, enjoying the way they changed color. Eventually, it’d die down until nothing but the embers remained, and then go off completely until the cool ashes provided the only proof branches and twigs burned there. But for now, they burned brightly and beautifully, providing enough warmth, light and protection for you to close your eyes and fall asleep. You didn’t know how faraway daybreak was, but you found the prince (spooked but safe and intact), so you earned your nap. You jumped when Jonghyun tapped your shoulder, expecting him to still be stuck to the rocks, but still your eyes stayed closed. “Yes Your Highness?” you mumbled. 

You heard him chuckle, but nothing else, but you felt him drape something over you. “It’s nothing. Sleep now. I’ll show you later. Good night.”

*

The cave ended up being a mine full of diamonds, much to everyone’s dismay and relief which helped the Hwangs and the Kims with the poverty problem. It brought back their old people who were, after many years, finally able to reopen their shops and with that, brought more people to visit. Jonghyun solved the water problem by providing jobs to his people to dig from his kingdom to the nearest water source so they’d be able to have water closer to home. With that, the crops flourished, enabling farmers to settle down there too.

His heart felt full at seeing Minki back where he belonged and Dongho in an armor suit that protected him the way it was supposed to be. Minhyun sent the page often telling him of the growth of his own kingdom which focused more on education than anything else which kept him content. 

At seeing the boy’s success, the king knew he reached the end of the line. Jonghyun did everything he wanted for his people: give them a better life and thrive. So he relinquished his position and stepped down proudly. Jonghyun on the other hand, wanted to accomplish one more thing before he could be crowned king, and he needed your help. He paid a visit to the Hwangs, mumbling his apologies but it was important for him to see you. He found you helping Aron clearing a table in one of their libraries to prep the prince and princess for a lesson. After Jonghyun successfully threw a crumpled piece of paper, you excused yourself, greeting JR with a bow and a shy smile, while wiping your hands on your apron. He licked the tip of his thumb and wiped a smudge of ink off your cheek. 

“How can I help you, Your Highness?” you asked, trying to ignore your reddening cheeks. 

“Walk with me, Y/N. I have a lot of things to talk to you about before my coronation.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You have my word. I’ll be there.” You paused. “I’m sorry you’re not marrying our princess.”

“In a way, I am too, but I know she’s more of a lone wolf. Ruling with her would’ve been somewhat difficult. But since I also grew up with her, I don’t think I could’ve ever fallen in love with her either.” He smiled at you, letting you take the lead.

“It’s beautiful outside today. Would you like to see the gardens? The carnations are lovely this time of year.”

“Wherever you’d like. I have all day.”

“You most certainly do not. You probably canceled a big important meeting because of me.”

“Actually, you’re the most important meeting I have all day.”

“Your Highness, you’re making me nervous.”

“Okay, I’ll get to the point...you care about me, right?” You nodded quickly but didn’t say anything. “And if I need something, I can count on you, right?” He dug into his pocket when you nodded again. “So can I ask you a question that could change both of our lives?”

“Your Highness, I don’t think I can just up and be your servant. My loyalties lie here.”

“I’m here because I’m looking for my bride. Rumor has it, she lives here.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” you asked after a moment of silence, your heart deflating a little. 

He met your gaze, unwavering and as confident as you’ve ever heard from the future king. “You.” He held out his hands out to you and you gingerly moved the top hand, letting you see a diamond he had taken out. It wasn’t big or flashy but it still rendered you speechless. “I found this the night you found me.”  He took your hand and dropped it in. When you closed your hand over it, he covered yours with his. “Do me the greatest honor and marry me.”

“Your Highness-”

“You bring riches to everyone around you and you don’t even know how bright you shine...you’re a diamond in the rough. You care for everyone around you...why would the people outside the kingdom be any different?”

*

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you tried to breathe normally, but you could feel the thin veil suffocate you. The only thing that kept you going was Jonghyun waving at you and the crowd laughing. It was a public event, the regals and the commoners coming together to celebrate the occasion. The coronation happened moments ago, but Jonghyun didn’t care too much for it. He had been dreaming of becoming king his whole life. Spending the rest of his life you, however, he couldn’t wait. Even though you were finally at arm’s length, he couldn’t help but take your hand and hold it tightly, rushing you to get started. 

Then grin never left his face, not when the clergy started his sermon, not when you said your vows or even exchanged rings, and especially not when the clergy said, “By the power vested in me, you may kiss the bride,” and he lifted the veil from your face and gave you a kiss so passionate, so raw, so much love and adoration, you couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and wrapped your arms him, and kissed him back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I happily present King Kim Jonghyun and Queen Kim Y/N.”

And you lived happily ever after.

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Everything You Are (Yoon Jeonghan)

I am...the worst. I’m literally so busy with everything in my life that I’m AWOL on most of my social media and I haven’t responded to anything or anyone. I’m iffy about this but I needed to post. And a happy birthday to our ever wonderful Kim Mingyu! Credits to owners for the gifs. -Bee

Word count: approximately 5100

Inspired by: Everything You Are

March 31st: present day

“So,” Mingyu said in the midst of slurping his noodles, “what are we doing for the greatest day in the world?” The hotness burned his mouth, but that only prompted him to shove more inside than he could (literally) chew. He almost choked when he locked eyes with Minghao, who only stared at him in confusion.

Jihoon shook his head. “The greatest days in the world are those that don’t require alarm clocks and we won’t be getting those anytime soon.” He swiped a piece Soonyoung’s fish with his fingers, playing with it and then eating it before telling Wonwoo to high five him, which his elder declined and moved away. (Not that stopped him from throwing lettuce.)

“April has great days...earth day, Easter Day, April Fools Day, Arbor Day...Mingyu sunbaenim’s day.” He shrugged. “You know, just to name a few.”

“Those don’t sound like fun though.” Seungkwan.

“No one asked you.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“Are you really gonna brush off my special day?” He placed his chopsticks on the bowl when half of his brothers nodded, sticking out his lower lips in a pout. “But oh, we had to take the maknae to out to a movie and give him this fancy dinner and buy him everything he pointed at.” He ruffled Chan’s hair affectionately and rested his head on said boy’s shoulder.

“Did you have anything in mind?” Joshua.

“We haven’t done a proper birthday in awhile. And we haven’t really talked to any of our other friends besides when we bump into them at the shows, so I was thinking we invite them all and just hang out. Maybe bust out a cake, a piñata.” He counted his fingers as he ticked off his plans. “And either get some takeout or pizza. Oh! And we can hire strippers!” At that, he had everyone’s attention.

“Why the hell…” Minghao shook his head. “Never mind.”

“It’ll be funny to throw them off.” He slammed his hand down in front of Jeonghan who sat across from him.

He jumped, clearly not expecting to be acknowledged by the dongsaeng. “What?”

“Can you invite Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah. You remember Y/N, don’t you? The best friend you swore you never had? The one you kept away from us for a long ass time? The one who’s currently somewhere in South America since your last update? How long ago was it that we hung out?”

Jeonghan swallowed subtly. “Oh that Y/N. I’ll see what I can do.” He offered his best version of his mischievous smile. “It has been a while, hasn’t it?” Give or take six months if you don’t count birthdays. “But do you really want that?”

“Hyung, I don’t ask for anything except for clean dishes and rooms. I can’t even remember the last time we had a conversation that didn’t start and end with ‘I miss you’, and that’s just on Instagram!” He rubbed his eyes, “We were all friends too, not just you two.” Mingyu’d mumbled that last part so lowly, anyone would’ve missed it if they weren’t paying attention. But they didn’t know you didn’t speak anymore.

April 6th: three years ago

“Dinosaurs?” Seungcheol asked in disbelief as he saw Jeonghan’s choice in balloons. “You’re getting a grown-ass man balloons in the shape of a dinosaur?”

“It’s his birthday,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You know better than to deny Mingyu anything…”

“You binge-watch The Land Before Time one time-”

“No, apparently it was the Disney movie Dinosaur.”

“Disney did not do a dinosaur movie. I would remember...I had a phase until I was 11!” Though the T-Rex sticker on his phone was a subtle reminder of his younger days in Daegu that he never quite outgrew it.

“If I’m gonna have to fight you on this, at least get me a soda and a bag of chips.” He pulled out his phone, typed in the movie in question and watched Seungcheol’s face scrunch up in disbelief in amusement. “Pay for lunch too while you’re at it.” Jeonghan then turned his attention to the person at the register. “Hi, how are you today?”

“Hi, I’m good. How are you?”

“Another day in paradise. I have a question. Are these all you have?”

“Yeah, a few others came in about-” A quick look at the clock, estimating a time, “maybe 20 minutes ago, and took just about everything. Are dinosaurs like a thing here?”

“Not that I know of.” Jeonghan found himself squinting his eyes. “Are you new here?” He asked when he realized he didn’t recognize you.

“Overall, yeah. I’m not too crazy about switching jobs but I need to survive, especially when I don’t get enough. C’est la vie, you know?”

No, he wouldn’t. The Louis Vuitton wallet in his pocket confirmed it. He watched as you blew up the foil balloons and rang up everything. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened slightly when he saw the designer logo on the leather material nor when he handed you his American Express card Joshua convinced him to get when they were in America. “Thank you,” he finally said when he signed his name on the receipt.

“Thank you. Have a nice day.”

Not one to make impulsive decisions, he surprised himself by scribbling some information on a scrap of paper and handing it to you. “This is an address from where we work. I don’t know if they’re looking for anyone, but if you tell them Jeonghan sent you, they’ll find you something.” His angelic charms hadn’t failed him yet, and he’d be damned if this started now. “Don’t hesitate to call me, uh-”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He could feel Seungcheol tugging on his sleeves. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“Same here. Thanks for this, really.”

“We’ve been there and done that. It’s no problem.”

*April 2nd: present day

Mingyu’s constant question of, “Have you called? Have you called? Have you called?” played like a broken record inside his head throughout the day, irritating him more than he cared to admit, the longer he thought about it. He hadn’t bothered trying because he knew it would go straight to voicemail and it’s not like Mingyu would find out if he didn’t. You wouldn’t have broken your evading streak...well, besides calling for a happy birthday...scratch that, Mingyu would have Jeonghan’s head for that. It was late when he got home, Seokmin’s King Arthur rehearsal taking up more time than he thought it would. He had already flopped into bed, granted, the yellow toothbrush dangling dangerously from his lips as he tried not to gag from the baking soda when he saw his phone light up with a notification. You had uploaded a video from your time on your tour. Jeonghan found himself shaking his head, feeling a smile forming. Who would’ve thought you were gonna end up as a famous YouTuber when you’d struggled with jobs in the past.

He loved seeing how happy you’ve been looking, despite the fact you’d never smile the same way again. He laughed at your introduction, eating whatever you scrambled together at that moment, rambling a bit and then diving into your story, not even realizing he was dialing your number at three am, foam dripping into his sheets and hoping for once in your life, you’d pick up. With every passing ring, he felt nervous. He figured it’d play a key role in where you stood at the moment. Just when he was about to give up, he heard someone pick up, his heart pounding with anticipation on how this could go.

“Hello?”

*

Jeonghan swore it took you four days to actually show up to Pledis Entertainment studios, and his charismatic streak lived to see another day. And because you were recommended by him, the head of said Pledis only saw it fair that you become an assistant to not just him, but the entire group. It scared you for the first few weeks, what with learning their names to figuring out who spoke which language to who was in charge, you considered yourself lucky that you didn’t crack under the pressure. It wasn’t because they looked much too perfect to be real (though it was a factor), but because your world flipped upside down when you realized Seventeen were kpop idols, not part of the staff.

The boys were friendly, thankfully enough. Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung were obviously the ones who welcomed you the fastest and the ones who spoke for everyone else when it came to opinions and the ones who made sure the rest had an ounce of energy to get through the dance or song or whatever required physical exertion. Hansol, Wonwoo, and Jihoon eyed you dubiously at first as if waiting for you to expose yourself as a sasaeng or someone who worked for a sleazy tabloid magazine. They watched your every move whether on break or on call and had Jeonghan not confirmed the story of him reaching out to you, they would’ve continued to give you the cold shoulder until you quit. Once you gained their trust, everything simultaneously fell together and apart.

For starters, any requests made had to go through the ‘95 line. It wasn’t necessarily ice cream for dinner stuff, but if so and so could come in late the next day because they wanted breakfast. Four books and a game console were always required in their dressing room when they were scheduled to perform. They could never decide on what they wanted to snack on before they were due on stage, so you’d find yourself running back and forth to satisfy their cravings. (Though you did notice that vocal unit had a soft spot for gummies.)

Because you were still getting used to the boys’ hectic schedule, they left you in the hands of the Nu’est boys while they attended KCon in the late summer. While it meant learning the names of more boys, you preferred that over fucking things up because of jet lag and possibly getting fired for not being able to follow instructions. (Though the vibe was different than what you were used to, you were glad you treated you just as well as Seventeen. The only difference was that they used your respected honorific instead of just “Y/N” and you were home a little after midnight as opposed to two, three am.)

It was the ongoing prank war between Jonghyun, and Jeonghan that got the ball rolling between you and Jeonghan. Jeonghan had texted you to see if you could swipe Jonghyun’s water bottle and replace it with vodka he had smuggled into Jihoon’s locker and to send him the reaction when he drank it and in return, he’d bring you back something from the (not so) great Los Angeles. Instead, he found himself sending you pictures of Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the famous Santa Monica Beach and how beautiful the ocean looked from above the Ferris Wheel and began looking forward to your text messages and your overall company while you were on opposite ends of the world. He realized how much he missed having someone to talk to that wasn’t the 12 boys he loved and how it had been a while since he felt attracted to someone, felt wanted.

Upon coming home, you surprised each of them with a single balloon and new speakers for when they practiced a new choreography and they treated you to a late late-night dinner and a million stories. (Jonghyun got Jeonghan back the following day by shoving all the baby powder he could manage on the inside of Jeonghan’s towel.)

Jeonghan managed to keep your flirtationship inconspicuous, both on the clock and off although the fact that everyone played a part in treating you special (because one on one things became a common affair.) No one really had a second thought when you started carpooling with him because you lived in the same neighborhood and nobody said anything when he asked you to help him bring all the cup holders containing coffee and tea. And nobody had any questions when you and Jeonghan would smile at your phones during their practice break. (That was mostly due to the fact that he sent links to everyone in their group chat.) He’d wink at you when everyone was watching and playing it off as you being their favorite assistant.

The first time he kissed you was on Halloween during a party hosted by Pledis. It could’ve been the fact that it was a day no one was themselves or because the vibe was stress free but all you knew was that one minute you were fighting over the last can of beer and the next, he had you pressed against the counter and shuddering from the way your hands tangled in his hair. He remembered admitting that he had wanted to do that for a while. He would’ve leaned in again, but he heard someone coming in and he stole the can from you and skipped away, bumping into one of the boys but he forgot who. From then on, he’d kiss you whenever he felt like it, always making sure that no one was around. He liked the feeling of sneaking around, knowing that while recording was going on in one room, he’d be in the broom closet next door with you, fighting for air and grasping at whatever you could. And it was an unspoken thing to never mention what you had going on, which you naïvely agreed to because it was Yoon Jeonghan, the angel and the boy whom you couldn’t say no to.

Jeonghan knew it was reckless and irresponsible what you were doing but he couldn’t stop. It felt different than he was used to. He had someone at the palm of his hand. He felt something for you and he had planned to pursue it as long as possible, although that plan was short-lived.

April 3rd: present day

Why Jeonghan had picked to meet you by the street vendor who sold snow cones, he didn’t know, but it would’ve been better than looking like he was sneaking around. He sipped on his sofa, letting the fizziness calm his nerves. He couldn’t believe you agreed to meet with him. While he waited, he took pictures with the lucky Carats who found him completely by chance and even Jonghyun, who he hadn’t had the chance to say a proper hello to since...it felt like forever ago due to increasing demand of kpop and how they rarely saw each other outside of Pledis because of it. Their war was no longer a counted thing, but they enjoyed pulling their pranks here and there for the sake of nostalgia. (The matching scars on their pinkie fingers being a subtle sign of their idiocy.)

He didn’t know how long he waited, but it was worth it when you tapped his shoulder, waiting for him to respond. He knew seeing you would be a shock, but he didn’t expect for his vocabulary to fly out at the window and stare at you dumbfounded, nor for his first reaction to just reach out and grab you in a hug.

He missed this so much. He was a fool to think he could’ve fucked with your mind and expect you to be okay with it. He lived with the regret of lying to you when he said he wasn’t in love you everyday and when you hugged him back, he swore he saw his future flash before him. You pulled away first, expecting him to say something. “Hi.”

“You called me up at three am just to tell me that. Now, what is it?”

“I miss you.” Well, not the greatest start, but it’s something.

“I miss you all too. How is everyone? Congrats on the comeback by the way. You guys doing great.” You broke eye contact with him, peering past him.

He waved off your praise. “We’re all good thanks. I just wanted to talk to you about Mingyu. He, ah-” He scratched the back of his head. “He just wanted you to know that he’s having a party on Saturday and he’d love for you to stop by.” And he would too. Maybe, he’d be able to talk to you then.

“Saturday?” You racked your brain to see if you had any commitments for the day, coming up short. “I don’t think I’m doing anything, but I’m not sure I should go,” you admitted. Talking to Jeonghan always brought out your honest side, even when it was best to lie, like now. But the irony was that Jeonghan was the master of deception. You’d know. You’d fallen under his spell one too many times to not know him.

“Why?”

You shook your head. “Jeonghan, hhhhhh, never mind. You wouldn’t understand. I’ll see.”

“Wait.” He stepped closer to you, taking off your scarf and readjusting it so it’d look right. “There.” He was close, really close like he could smell the winter mint chewing gum you had in your mouth. If he really wanted to, he could steal a kiss, something he hasn’t done in so long. So he went for it.

Only instead of getting caught up in the moment like you were used to, you stopped him. “I can’t do this again.”

“Why? You afraid your boyfriend’s gonna see you?”

“As a matter of fact, he will, and I’d appreciate me doing myself a favor and not fucking this up too. Goodbye Jeonghan. I have to go; excuse me.”

Late December: three years ago

Jeonghan loved to admit it and he would always say it: he enjoyed watching you stress over birthdays because everything seemed inadequate due to their lavish lifestyle. But he expressed his appreciation from the homemade card and a new phone case and he saw the appreciation in the boys’ eyes when they opened theirs. And once he saw how you were fretting over Joshua (because “what the hell do you give an American boy who sings show tunes and eats his soup with a fork?”) he gave you clues as to what his best friend out on several wishlists. Once you figured out what to get him, you ordered it and the day it was to come, you invited Jeonghan to your place after they were done for the night to get his opinion.

And one moment you were showing him a thing of the Hollywood sign and the next, you were a tangled mess of limbs on the couch and Jeonghan knew he had crossed the line. Even worse was his realization that all he wanted was a friendship with you. So he ghosted you that night and gave you the excuse that Soonyoung needed everyone in the practice early. (Which wasn’t true, of course, because performance unit were recording their song while the remaining two basically had a free day.) From there began the end. Suddenly, he felt that everything you did had an ulterior motive to wanting an actual relationship and he started feeling annoyed with your presence and gave you the cold shoulder.

You knew everything that had happened before that was a mistake but it didn’t stop you from trying for more. Your feelings for Jeonghan ran deep and you would’ve sworn you had fallen in love but you bottled it up, letting him take the lead. The way he ignored you broke your heart and you weren’t as cheerful, nor did you treat the boys to anything like before. Your quieter than usual manner worried them, once Seungcheol going as far as asking if you wanted to see a doctor before they had to leave for the airport, which you declined, blaming your mattress for lack of sleep. You bid them a fun trip and to let you if they needed anything done while they were away.

While away for three months, Jeonghan texted you on occasion, mostly for business (and once in a while to fulfill his pranks) and how to handle some personal affairs. Again the distance made him miss you so he tried to keep you close, but he couldn’t; not when you eagerly replied to him and sent him photo after photo of irrelevant things, once again thinking you could regain what you had. He didn’t really blame you since he was the one who initiated your affair (if you could even call it that) but he knew if he continued to go down that road, the basis of your friendship would go up in flames. So he began looking for companionship in the wrong places, self-destructing himself in a way, not that he told you any of this. As far as you were concerned, he went straight to bed after a long day. He did, however, try to set you up with the pizza girl who delivered to Pledis but when that backfired, you yelled yourself to the point where Jonghyun sent you home until you could talk without killing yourself. (Seventeen still left you with Nu’est at this point because they liked how you worked with them, and it didn’t seem right to let you go with them when Nu’est was just as busy.)

When they came home it was only for a month before they were needed in Japan for promotional purposes and they left you once again. Jeonghan had only vaguely talked about his actions, but still felt guilty and tried to make it up to you while he was gone. The plus side was that he got to know you on a deeper level and understood the way you were and promised to help you help others because he saw it’s when you were your happiest. The long calls started again and it felt like old times. The downside was that no matter how much you opened up to him, he never did, so he never told you about his love interest who was nothing like you and let you believe something could happen when he came back home. True to his word, when he came home, he decided the fastest and easiest way to help people was to start your own YouTube channel and he readily provided the audience.

Two months into your unofficial commitment, YouTube’s management contacted you about being interested in making a career out of it and once you expressed your interest, they wrote down your information and told you they’d be in touch. You burst through the doors to Pledis that day, ready to shout from the rooftops about that, smoke all but visible behind you as you ran to Seventeen’s wing, and when you threw the doors open, there was Jeonghan in the middle of a tonsil hockey game with someone you’ve never seen and it was all you could do to not make a sound and just walk away quietly. You managed to sneak out of the building unseen and call Seungcheol that you came down with something and wouldn’t make it.

For three days, you stayed in bed, not eating or drinking anything, just crying your heart out for letting him lead you on. You would’ve gone the whole week like that, had one of your friends not forged a note from the doctor they worked with saying you needed bed rest and when you came back, they jumped at you, wanting to know why you didn’t say anything about being sick sooner, and you thanked your higher power at how oblivious they could be. And then Jeonghan had the audacity to stoke your hair, playfully telling you you looked like shit and you visibly flinched away from his touch, blaming it on a nonexistent headache. And suddenly your good news didn’t seem so good when you told them and bless Seungkwan’s heart when he asked if it meant you were quitting which you nodded sadly, and that meant a party for everyone.

That party was held the following month, in which your heart felt heavier than the day prior because of how Jeonghan acted like nothing had happened, and you suppressing everything. The boys bought liquor and alcohol like it was the end of the world and you used that opportunity to drink the image away. Not your brightest idea you’ll admit since you ended up hooking up with Joshua when he tried telling you that you had too much to drink and you begging him to make you forget.

And that was only the beginning of your own self-destruction, falling deeper in the rabbit hole, the closer your days as Seventeen’s assistant ended and the closer you became an influencer. The bags under your eyes never faded, feeling more sluggish by the day. You had only coffee in your system, not being to stomach food. Your headache never went away and you couldn’t stop crying. Everything hurt; there was no remedy for your pain.

Naturally, you worried everyone until Jeonghan confronted you and didn’t let you leave until you told him what the hell happened. He pushed you to your limit, finally telling him everything you felt, everything you saw, how nothing seemed to matter, to which he yelled at you, words feeling like venom as he spewed his own thoughts and piercing deeper into your heart and disintegrating parts of your soul. He cared about you, but not in that way. You were a wonderful person but you weren’t his type. He wished he could change everything but he was happy who he was with. He regretted everything because he was afraid this would happen.

You quit the next day but that wasn’t the last time you saw Jeonghan. He didn’t last much longer with his fling and his first reaction to the split was to call you, even though you had to work on your first ever video where you worked with introductions and whatnot. You had the faint naïve hope for reconciliation each time he called you up when something went wrong, each time ignoring the fact you were nothing more than an emotionally unstable human blinded by your love and him taking advantage of that. On Halloween of that year, you quit him cold turkey after sleeping with him one last time, realizing that he was nothing more than someone who fed off your energy and you couldn’t keep living like that, not when you had so much to offer the world and knowing you had a younger audience watching your movements.

It took time but you finally managed to get him out of your system.

You didn’t hate him. How could you when he not only made you but was a friend when you needed him? You wished him nothing but the best because at one point he was the best to you though it took a while to admit you were angry. It took you some time but you dedicated a special video for your situation, not mentioning his name for the sake of his image.

April 6th: present day

During that time, Jeonghan learned just exactly what he lost, and his mistake was meeting you again after those six months. He had grown up and he had hoped you would see past it and give him one more chance. He was lonely; he knew that now. All he wanted was for you to hold him one more time. He remained skeptical about you having a boyfriend though. You never mentioned it to anyone, so he chalked it up to you lying.

He didn’t expect you to show up tonight. He didn’t expect to stop singing his duet with the birthday boy to open the door and you forcing a smile on your face when you saw him. Jeonghan couldn’t even say hello because in that moment tipsy Mingyu came to the rescue and hugged the hell out of you, scolding you for hiding away and not even bother to check in on them and then enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug, swinging you back and forth and actually hearing your bones crack at his strength and laughing like his night couldn’t get any better. Everyone surrounded you, asking questions and catching up and you enjoying yourself, gossiping with Pristin and BlackPink, playing musical chairs with Monsta X, swapping stories with BTS and complaining to Seventeen when Nu’est was arriving because you were here for them. It was everything you needed: a fun night catching up with old friends.

Eventually, you ended up in the kitchen, looking for a water bottle to soothe your throat, coughing in an attempt to catch your breath from laughing so hard and bumping into Jeonghan, who was serving himself a slice of cake. “Great night?” He asked you, motioning for you a take a piece which you accepted.

“The best. I missed everyone. It felt like old times.”

He had to agree. “The only difference is we’re not hiding away, eager to rip each other’s clothes off.”

“And it’ll stay like that.” You wrinkled your nose at his words. You’d never felt awkward around him, but now knowing everything was different, you didn’t know what to say. He knew you well, and at one time you, him. He put his hand over yours as if he knew what you were thinking and you retracted it just as fast. “I-”

“Are you sure you have a boyfriend? The words were out before he could even stop himself. “Or are you just giving me an excuse?”

“Yeah, I do. And I’d appreciate you not doing this anymore. I’m not who I used to be.”

“I love who you used to be.”

“I don’t. You made me hate myself.”

“I’m sorry.” He had never apologized for causing you grief before tonight.

“Y/N! You made it after all!” The familiar voice of Jonghyun filled the room.

“It’s for the one and only Kim Mingyu. I wouldn’t dare.”

“Well my love, you look perfect. I’m sorry I’m late.” He kissed your hair, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise when he saw you weren’t alone. “Jeonghan-ssi! I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

He wanted to call out his seonbae for his latest prank, wanted to tell him he got him good. But judging from the way he pulled his arm around your waist, he knew it wasn’t. The cake in his mouth felt dry and found himself choking when he tried to swallow as you left with him.

He took shots the rest of the night, each time he saw you laughing at his words, every time he saw the look in your eyes, every time he shamelessly kissed you, feeling disgusted with himself because he wasn't courageous enough to do it when he had the chance.

He lost his lover and his friend from his actions.

Behind his truth lied everything you are; he knew that too little, too late.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Jeon’s Anatomy - Epilogue

Neurosurgeon!Wonwoo x Pediatric Surgeon!Female Reader (briefly feat. Seventeen, Nu’est, Pristin, Ateez, Itzy, and Hinapia)

Word Count: 3888

Contents: Grey’s Anatomy au, lots of medical talk, alcohol, oral (male receiving), slight breast play, fingering, protected sex

Note: Thank you all of you who’ve kept up with and read this. Thank you to all of you who have sent a comment. Thank you so much Matcha for the ideas that led to this. Since today was my final appointment and I am free of infection and pain I thought it would be a good day to post the last of this <3

You know you’re a kick ass pediatric surgeon, you have no need to prove it to anyone at all, certainly not the ass who runs the Neuro department. Well until you’re forced to work a case with him, anyway.

Cast | Prequels | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

“I should have known your place would be beautiful,” You hummed as Wonwoo took your jacket. You slipped off your shoes before wandering slowly into the apartment that was drenched in warm shades of tan, chocolate brown, and mahogany. Beautiful hardwood floors stretched across the room, a setting for the inviting looking leather armchairs within reach of tall bookcases, warm wooden tables, and ornate rug. The colours and shapes were warm and inviting but it was still spacious and you found your eyes drawn to the large window that spanned the length of the room and overlooked the city, currently lit up in a dazzling glow under the dark, night sky.

“I suppose I do have some sense of style,” he grinned, a hand landing on your lower back as he led you over to the chairs. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get us some wine.”

You did just as he said, settling into a chair and gazing out at the city, just able to make out the cars whizzing by below. A glass of wine in such a beautiful setting was the perfect way to end off a good date night in which, miraculously, neither of your pagers had gone off even once. You threw a dirty glance at your purse as Wonwoo came and sat down with the drinks.

“Did your pager go off?” He worried.

“No,” you hummed, taking the drink. “Simply warning the universe not to ruin this evening.”

He snorted. “It’s almost over, isn’t it?”

“You don’t want it to be over just yet, do you?” A grin tugged at the corner of your lips.

Wonwoo smiled, his gaze dropping to his drink, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was being bashful or sly. “Well I’m certainly open to more.”

“You invited me in here,” You said pointedly.

“I merely offered you a drink,” he grinned, leaning back in his chair.

“Are you actually playing hard to get with me?” You laughed.

“I haven’t the foggiest idea what you mean,” he said, taking another sip of his wine before reaching for a remote on the side table and turning on the fireplace which bathed the whole room in a warm glow.

You shook your head, laughing to yourself between sips of your drink, the glass almost empty now. Of course he was playing coy just for fun. You supposed it was the few glasses over dinner, even if you were only slightly buzzed. There was something almost dorky about it but he managed to seem smooth anyway.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, setting the mood,” you chuckled as he moved from his chair with a grin on his face, turning off the lights so only the glow of the fireplace and the neon lights floors below gave the room any light.

“And what mood would that be?” He smirked, settling back into his chair and downing the last of his wine.

You got up from your chair, a smirk playing on your own lips, as you moved in front of him and straddled him, drawing a small groan from his lips. Your fingertips trailed along the collar of his shirt until you found his top button and slowly started to undo them.

“This mood,” you murmured.

“Th-This seems more like it’s your idea.” He tried to continue his little game despite the stumble in his voice as you slowly undid the second button.

“Are you telling me,” you leaned in, murmuring. “That you want me to get off your lap right now?”

Wonwoo’s hands answered for him, gripping your thighs tightly and you grinned, abandoning his shirt for a moment to take off his glasses.

“That’s what I thought.”

You closed the distance to him, pressing your lips to his in a deep kiss. 

Wonwoo sighed against your lips, pulling you a little closer by your thighs as your fingers worked their way down the front of his shirt, feeling for each button and loosing it. His tongue slipped past your lips and you welcomed the deepening kiss with a slight grin.

Your fingertips slid back up his chest, now pushing the shirt aside to reveal his skin. Your hands rounded his shoulders, pushing the shirt off along with them. As your hands slid around his neck you felt his slip back from your thighs, giving your ass a squeeze that drew a sigh from your lips before his hands slid up to the top of your dress. He carefully undid the zipper and you felt the dress get looser until his hands came up to push it off your shoulders.

You enjoyed the feeling of his hands running along the bare skin of your back just a little longer, subtly grinding down in his lap and feeling him getting worked up under you. Your fingers played with the hairs at the nape of his neck and you felt the warmth from the fireplace spreading across your back.

Slowly, you pulled away from the kiss, eyes fluttering open to take in his own hazy expression for a moment. You couldn’t quite help yourself, leaning back in for one, two, three kisses before stepping back off his lap and letting your dress fall to the floor. Wonwoo let out a groan as he took in the sight of you in a matching lingerie set that had been hidden under your dress all night.

“And you’re trying to make this seem like it was all my idea,” he scoffed.

“Call it wishful thinking,” you grinned, grabbing a pillow from the other chair and sinking down onto it on your knees in front of him.

He simply leaned back and watched you, gaze growing darker as you ran your hands along his thighs and ghosted them over his crotch before finding undoing his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips, enough to move his pants and briefs out of the way before shifting forward and settling between his knees. You gazed up at him, a cheek resting against his upper thigh and your fingers wrapping slowly around his cock.

You took your time, pumping very slowly and loosely before your tongue darted out, giving him quick kitten licks. His fingers threaded their way into your hair as he groaned, trying to urge you to give him more.

“Are you always going to be such a tease?” He chided.

“Only when you play hard to get,” you smirked. “You have a gorgeous person on their knees for you and you’re complaining?”

He made a motion as if zipping his lips, a grin tugging at the corner before you sucked the tip of his cock into your mouth.

He pressed his lips together a little harder, but the groan was still audible. His grip in your hair tightened a bit and he gazed down at you through heavily lidded eyes, exhaling steadily and shifting his hips forwards just a bit more. You felt the slight movement of his fingers in your hair and grinned just a little at the twitching of his dick between your lips.

You slowly swirled your tongue around his tip before pulling off. You made a show of dragging your tongue up along the underside of his cock before wrapping your lips once again around his tip, enjoying the small groans that rumbled from his chest and the way his hand was subtly urging you to give him more. You ignored it, appearing ignorant of his wants as his cock grew harder in your grasp. It was only as he started to leak pre-cum at the tip that you finally started to suck him off properly.

You kept your eyes on him as you took him fully into your mouth in one slow movement, taking him as far as you could manage. Wonwoo’s lips parted into a groan as his head fell back against the chair, eyes falling closed in the process.

“That’s so good,” he breathed.

You hummed in response which only made him moan more from the vibrations that ran through his cock. His hand in your hair moved in time with each movement taking his cock into your mouth. You relented this time, letting him start to guide the movement just the way he liked it and keeping the pace he craved. Your other hand moved in time around the base, twisting just a bit as you pumped him.

“God, just like that,” he said, legs spreading wider as if inviting you to take more of him. You wrapped your hand around just a little tighter and moaned heavily for good measure, enjoying the way his hips and cock twitched.

His breath started to come out in pants, the pace picking up along with his heart rate. It only added to the sounds, the lewd sounds of your mouth and tongue working his cock, the faint horns and sounds of on the streets below and your own muffled moan mixed into a warm symphony that was sending thrills through your body.

You shifted, another of Wonwoo’s moans shooting a thrill of arousal through your body. Your own core was growing hot and wet, only getting wetter from each sound he made and each moment that he clearly enjoyed the feeling of your mouth. The heat and your own desire was quickly crowding your mind, making you go a little faster, a little harder, anticipating his return of the favour.

A curse fell from his lips as he pushed your head a little more forcefully, picking just the right pace as his eyes squeezed shut. His voice faltered through more curse words and his free hand dug into the plush arm of the chair as his hips finally bucked up, out of his control.

He came down your throat, warm and welcome from each throb of his cock that you eagerly swallowed down until he fell back into the chair fully, breathing quickly and tugging you up by the hair.

You cleaned his cock off with your tongue, earning a sweet whine, before climbing up into his lap and meeting him in a hot but lazy kiss. His tongue quickly found its way past your lips and his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him as he basked in his afterglow.

“You’re amazing,” he breathed against your lips.

“And to think, you nearly complained,” You smirked.

“Am I wrong that you planned this?” He chuckled, still a little breathless.

“How about ‘it was a team effort’,” you suggested.

“Well in that case,” He pressed you back a little and you took the hint, climbing back off his lap. He stood after you, kicking off his pants and briefs before settling on the cushion you’d set on the floor, legs spread and inviting you to sit between them as he rested his back against the chair.

You obliged, settling with your back against his chest and letting your eyes flutter shut as he started to run his fingers lightly along your skin.

“I think it's my turn then,” he murmured, voice low and smooth and so close to your ear it made you shiver. You bit down on your lip, grinning and pressing back into him as his hands slid to your hips and slowly pushed your panties down your legs. You kicked them off right at the end and he took the opportunity of the shift to undo your bra. You let it fall down your arms and discarded it on the floor before settling back against him, front warmed by the fake fire. 

Wonwoo’s hands slid up your stomach and your chest. A sigh passed your lips and sparks of arousal caught in your core as his fingertips rubbed lightly over your nipples. You pressed forward into his touch, though he kept it light and just a little teasing as he brushed over them, gazing over your shoulder at the way your stomach tensed and you took in a breath with each pass over the sensitive buds.

“Is it feeling good,” he asked, almost teasing but still somewhat sincere, the mood of the moment softening you both.

“Good,” you hummed. “But I know where it would be better.”

“Impatient?” he chuckled.

“Well since this was apparently all my idea…” you teased back.

He let his hands slide down your sides, coming to your thighs and easing them apart. Warmth drenched your already hot pussy as you did so, humming and nestling your head back into the crook of his neck, letting your eyes flutter shut as his fingers finally found your core.

He moved painfully slow, drawing the tips from your wet entrance to your already sensitive clit. You sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers passed over it, thighs tensing in an attempt to stay open despite the way the motion made you jolt and sent pleasure rushing through your body.

He kept his movements light, fingers brushing over your clit. You could hear his low chuckle each time the sensation made your hips jolt and you bit down on your lip, trying to bask in the moment and not beg for more too quickly. It was a delicate balance, not wanting anything to happen too quickly. You wanted to savour it no matter how much your body was yearning and keening for more.

You were rewarded for your patience as his hand slipped lower and he sunk a finger into your core with one smooth movement. A moan fell from your lips and you spread your legs a little wider for him even if unnecessary.

“Enjoying yourself?” He hummed.

“Your fingers are heavenly,” you sighed, already knowing this but never any less satisfied with it. He curled into just the right spot, moving still a little slowly but enough to start building the tension low in your stomach. 

“Such nice compliments from you today,” he chuckled.

“I always compliment you,” you chided, a grin tugging at your lips.

“You usually tease me,” he said, lowering his voice a little more to a murmur. “I’m so nice to you and you tease me.”

Another moan fell from your lips as he pressed a second finger into your heat. You tried to compose yourself despite the increased pleasure and your mind slowly slipping into a lusty, pleasure-filled fog. 

“I-I think it’s good that I tease you,” you managed.

“What if I just stop, hm? Tease you a little bit?”

You couldn’t help your grin. “What i-if I leave and you get no pussy tonight?”

Despite stumbling a little, your point was made.

“Touche,” he chuckled. “You’re lucky you have me,” he pressed a third finger into you, eliciting a wanton moan. “Wrapped around your finger so tightly.”

You nodded slightly, agreeing with him and you soaked in the sensation. His fingers were moving a little faster now, each curl of them building the pleasure radiating through you from your core. You felt the tightening start in the pit of your stomach and found your hips moving in time with his motions, seeking just a little more.

You took in the way heat radiated from your core, meeting the warmth from the fire. The backs of your eyelids painted an orangey red hue that only made you feel warmer. Sounds of your panting and moans nearly drowned out the sound of his fingers dipping into your soaking core over and over and the way his own breathing was growing heavy again.

You leaned back into him more heavily with a sigh, putting all your weight on him as a tremble ran through your thighs. Your hands found his thighs on either side of you and you dug your fingers into them as the pleasure grew stronger from the steady movements of his fingers.

“More,” you moaned, the desire starting to win out over patience.

“You already have three of my fingers,” he hummed, though his voice was a little rough. “What more could you want?”

“For someone so smart…” you said breathily.

He nipped at your ear. “Maybe I’m just playing games again.”

“Mmm it’s alright if I have to spell it out for you,” you teased, even though it came out as more of a moan than anything.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers from your core. Before you could say anything more however he stuffed them into your mouth. You ran your tongue around them, sucking them clean as he murmured to you.

“Since you want it so badly, and I’m so nice, why don’t we take this to my bed, hm?”

You nodded with a hum and he carefully pulled his fingers from your mouth, tilted your head to kiss him deeply before helping you to your feet despite your slightly trembling legs.

Wonwoo laced his fingers with you, leading you down the hallway at what felt like a painfully slow pace for how needy you were now. You pressed closer to him, pressing kisses to his bare shoulder and earning a low chuckle from him in response. He squeezed your hand as he led you into the room and you wasted no time in falling onto his large, plush bed and grabbing his arms, pulling him down with you.

The look of surprise on his face made you giggle as he crashed down on top of you and kissed along his jaw and cheek until you found his lips. He let himself get caught up in kissing you again, moving onto the bed properly and groaning as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of his lips, his tongue, playing expertly with yours. Your arms hung around his neck and he kept a hand on your hip, holding you firmly while he kissed you.

You fell into a rhythm like that, burning desire in your core urging you to draw him closer. Wonwoo started to rock his hips against yours, drawing quiet moans that were almost completely muffled by his lips as his cock slid through your folds. The sparks of pleasure curled through your body, only making you want more, trying to move your hips along with him.

Eventually Wonwoo broke away from the kiss, a pout forming on your own in response to the loss. He couldn’t help but grin at your expression, giving you one more quick kiss before rolling off of you and reaching into the bedside table. You shifted up on the bed, settling your head into the pillows and gazing over at the sight of him, the pale moonlight highlighting his sharp, stunning features as he slowly rolled a condom onto his cock. You couldn’t help biting your lip as a thrill of arousal ran through you.

He caught sight of your expression, almost shy for a moment before moving towards you and settling between your legs. You gave him a smirk, wrapping your legs around him again and pulling his hips closer roughly. He let out a squeak, giving you a look of surprise.

“I’m tired of waiting,” you hummed.

“I-I can tell,” he replied, slowly regaining his composure.

“That walk down the hall took forever,” You teased.

He chuckled. “The day I truly test your patience will be quite the day indeed.”

“I know what I want, I can also wait if I want to.”

“Are you sure about that?” He smirked subtly aligning himself with your entrance.

“Of cou-f-fuck-” You lost your train of thought along with it’s sentence as he sunk into you in one smooth movement. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut at the wave of pleasure that rushed through your body from the sensation. Your fingernails dug slightly into his shoulders as you tried to steady your breathing.

“You sound pretty needy to me,” his voice was only slightly breathy and not nearly as far gone as you would have liked. “I think if I were to really make you wait for it,” he leaned to your ear, voice dropping to a quite smooth murmur. “You’d be begging for my cock.”

“Definitely n-n-” It was entirely unfair, him pulling out almost fully, waiting for you to start answering before thrusting back into you roughly. The sensation ran through you again, making your thighs tremble.

“What was that?” He teased.

“I wouldn’t b-b oh- fuck-” You cried out as he finally set a quick, rough pace, hands holding your hips steady as he sunk into you each time. The feeling of pure ecstasy with each thrust was clearing your brain of any thoughts at all and the nearly abandoned coil in your core was tightening quickly.

“So quickly,” he murmured, admittedly much more breathily now. “You’re speechless. Hard to believe you wouldn’t do just about anything for me to get this.”

You didn’t trust your traitorous lips to form a coherent answer so you opted to moan, back arching slightly off the bed and head pressing back into the soft pillows. The lewd sounds of his hips meeting yours over and over and his own groans only brought you to your edge faster. The only smug satisfaction you could muster was clenching tightly around him and earning a beautiful moan in the process.

He chuckled into your ear while you grinned but it left your face just as quickly as he brought his lips to your neck, sucking at a sensitive spot and adding to the intensity of your pleasure. Louder moans started to pour from your lips as you drank in the array of sensations.

His smooth skin being scratched by your fingernails to his lips attached to your neck. A firm hold on your waist, keeping your body from moving away from his with the force of each thrust. And the delicious way he stretched you out on his cock had your head spinning as the coil wound tightly in your core. Your thighs shook, squeezing tight around him and your toes curled as his name started to roll off your tongue like a mantra until you fell over your edge.

Your release crashed over you like a wave as the coil snapped, the blissful feeling rushing to the tips of your fingers and toes as you clenched tight around him, earning a cry of your name as his hips stuttered and stilled while he released, holding you tightly and breathing heavily into your neck.

You held him close until you both started to come down from your highs, only then letting him pull out of you and throw the condom away before grabbing his hand and pulling him back into bed with you.

“Don’t you want to shower?” He questioned as you snuggled up with him, grabbing at the sheets to pull them over your bodies.

“Later, right now I want to stay right here.”

“I mean if one of our pagers goes off-”

“Don’t you dare fucking jinx this,” you warned, wrapping your arm around him more tightly and determined to stay that way until the first rays of sunlight. “Now be a good boyfriend and cuddle me.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, turning towards you and pulling you against his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. “Anything you wish, my dear.”

You snuggled into his chest, tangling your legs with his. 

“Damn right,” you chuckled.

[kpopsfic]

ghost of you ꩜ kang dongho

pairing: kang dongho x gender neutral reader

genre: schizophrenic!dongho, heavy angst

warnings: mental illness (schizophrenia & depression), i am not a doctor and wrote this to the best of my ability

word count: 1.02k

written by: tiff

description: kang dongho is left behind by the person he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with for reasons he has yet to discover, only to be disappointed when he uncovers the truth.

a/n: in honor of nu’est and the love i hold for them, i decided to post this. although they’re officially disbanded now, please be sure to give them lots of love and support on their most recent release: 다시, 봄

Tears raced down the delicate skin of Dongho’s cheeks as he fell to his knees in front of you, his long-term partner, and reached out to him. His vision was blurry and his lungs felt as if they were going to collapse in on themselves the moment he let out another mangled cry.

“Please, don’t do this,” Dongho cried out, his fingers curled around the sleeve of your sweater, “I don’t know if I can survive without you.”

You paused for a moment, your hand on the doorknob, heart twisting around in your chest. You sighed, gently shaking Dongho’s loose grasp on the soft fabric free, “I have to go. I can’t stay here anymore, love.”

Dongho’s voice cracked as he whispered, “but, why? What did I do wrong?”

“It’s nothing you did,” you began, crouching down to be level with Dongho’s shaking frame, “but I can’t tell you the reason why I’m going. You’ll figure it out in your own time.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Dongho exclaimed. You brushed some of the stray tears off of the older boy’s cheeks.

“It won’t for a while, but I promise you, when the time comes, you’ll learn. You’ll be able to accept it. For now, you just need to learn how to cope without me.”

With that, you rose to your feet and walked out into the night, never bothering to look back.

—

They say people learn to get over heartbreak, that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel during every breakup. But that certainly was not the case for Kang Dongho. Many nights he found himself tossing and turning in the sheets, longing for your gentle touch, or staying up for days on end doing absolutely nothing except for crying.

Three months have passed now since the love of his life walked out with no rhyme or reason, and Dongho was still trying to make sense of it all. But no matter what scenario or event came to his head, nothing added up right. He often found himself tugging angrily at his hair.

The same night that you left, he began writing letters. Ones with words of his love for you. How beautiful you are and how brightly you shine compared to the rest of the stars in the sky. Reminiscing on the good memories he had, like the time that you tried making pancakes for him and ended up almost burning the house down.

But he also wrote letters that were stained with tears, where the ink was smudged from his shaky hands or lost track of where his sentences were going. They were never filled with anything hateful, but rather with confusion, hurt, and anger.

Why? Why did you decide to leave him when he thought he needed you the most? Why did you hesitate before you walked through the door? Where were you now? Was the address he was writing on the envelopes even correct?

He always mailed them out, but he never once got a response. Every time he stepped foot into the post office, the clerks looked at him with sympathy. Whether it be because of the way his cheeks were sunken in or how his eyes were always swollen from constantly sobbing, he didn’t know. He just hated the stares.

Now, he was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, and wide awake. His hands were clasped over his stomach, glossy eyes trained on the ceiling, and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

It was your two year anniversary.

The moment he woke up, he couldn’t help but think about you and where you were going. Your sweet words rang through his head, which only gave him a migraine in the end. He couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything for the day. He almost wished he could sleep forever.

But he couldn’t. He refused to waste the day when instead, he could be making your favorite meal and celebrating on his own, whether you were there or not. Maybe after doing so, he would feel better. He could certainly hope.

A little later, he found himself at the dinner table, staring at your empty seat behind the vase of morning glories he picked up from the store earlier while quietly spooning cajun pasta into his mouth. He huffed a defeated sigh, allowing the fork to fall from his hand onto the table with a bang.

Pushing himself away from the table, he walked to what used to be your shared bedroom without bothering to clean up the mess he’d made. He sank down onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, and buried his face in his hands. Was this ever going to get easier?

Just as he was about to lay down, he was able to hear your daily reminder in his head, “be sure to take your medicine, Dongho, it’s important.”

Absently, he grabbed the pill bottle off of his nightstand and stared at the label. Olanzapine. He knew his doctor told him what it was for, but he didn’t understand why. The label never indicated anything either.

Allowing his curiosity to get the best of him, Dongho typed in the name of his medicine on his phone and scanned over the definition of what it was used to treat.

Olanzapine can be used to treat mental disorders such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.

Dongho tilted his head at the word ‘schizophrenia.’ He was almost positive that’s what his doctor told him he had, but he couldn’t remember. He continued on with another search.

Schizophrenia is a chronic brain disorder that affects less than one percent of the population. When schizophrenia is active, symptoms can include delusions, hallucinations, and trouble with thinking.

Upon reading the definition, Dongho threw his phone across the room, a loud yell ripping at his lungs as fresh, hot tears stung at his eyes. This is what you meant when you said he would figure it out on his own. This is what you meant when you didn’t answer his questions. This is why you left him in the first place.

You were never real to begin with.

[jane-writes-stuff]

| Happy Little Accidents | Prologue

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x femforeigner!reader - Kim Mingyu x fem!reader -

Warning: slowburn, confusion and such

A/N: I should be studying for my exams but instead I’m writing this hehe.

2012 - Meeting the Seventeen members [Seoul, South Korea] Prologue

Your stepmom forgot her lunch at home but luckily you were a great step daughter so the moment you realized she forgot you called her. She had asked you to bring it to her work if you were ready for it. She was a stylist at Pledis Entertainment, currently busy with a comeback for NU’EST. Your dad moved to Seoul to live with your stepmom and you would visit during all the school vacations you had. It was only the fifth time you were in Seoul and weren’t really familiar with the neighbourhood but wanted to try to explore it. So you quickly got dressed and grabbed her lunch and put it in a bag you found somewhere in the kitchen. You called your stepmom out of anxiety. “Momma, which bus do I take?”, you said a little unsure. You heard the smile in her voice, even though she’s your stepmom she loved it when you called her mom. She explained the directions and stayed with you on the phone for a while until you were closeby. Reassuring you there will be a visitor badge at the reception desk.

You entered the small building, seeing a receptionist smiling at you as if she recognized you. “You’re Choi Youngmi’s daughter? You’re even more beautiful in person.”, she told you as she handed you the badge your stepmom talked about. You were shocked and thanked her for the compliment. As you headed for the elevators you heard some shouting and screeching from down the hallway. You were very curious so you headed down the hallway to seek the source of the sounds and were stunned to see about fourteen boys running around and jumping onto each other. You accidentally dropped your phone, you cursed at yourself and hoped they didn’t hear you but alas they did. One of the boys looked at you and approached you. “Are you lost?”, he said in English, holding out his hand. You shook it, a little unsure. “I'm Hansol and you are?”, he added, looking at your face. “I’m [Y/N]. I’m looking for my mom Choi Youngmi.”, you answered in Korean. Another guy approached you as you said the name. “She’s a NU’EST stylist, isn’t she?”, he said while putting his arm around Hansol. You nodded as he introduced himself as Seokmin. Not soon after a couple of boys introduced themselves, such as Mingyu, Soonyoung, Junhei and Seungkwan. Some were fascinated at your proficiency in the Korean language, even teasing Junhei because he wasn't. You were interrupted by some staff and ushered the boys, you quickly explained who you were and someone helped you by leading you to your stepmom. She scolded you for taking so long and for talking with the trainees. She mostly was afraid of what would happen if some higher ups knew of you talking with them. You didn’t care as you secretly got some of their phone numbers and were happy to have made some friends.

[mingi-bubu]

@kthpurplesyou happy secret.c.t santa reveal!  it was definitely partially inspired by “to all the boys i’ve loved before” bc it’s a favorite book of mine alkdfj;lsdk  sorry that i kept you waiting so long (i really said it’s secret santa so it means christmas day right?) 😅😂  i hope you enjoy this~

woozi x reader, lowercase intentional, non-idol university au (y/n implied to be graduating in the autumn semester), friends to lovers, slight angst, some swearing, honorable mentions of and to nu’est aron, almost every other member of svt, and mx wonho as the unnamed rubber ducky-mold guy <333

jihoon,

jihoon... my friend since our shared class freshman year...

you set the pen down, breath coming out in a huff.  why couldn’t you write this?  why did lara jean make it seem so easy in the book?  you shoot a glare at the copy of to all the boys i loved before that was sitting on the edge of your desk, crumpled up papers surrounding it.  the inspiration for the current letter you’re attempting to write now.

picking up the pen again, you click it mindlessly as you think of what to write next.  if you were in a classroom right now, you’re sure you would be on the receiving end of several glares.  but you weren’t in a classroom, you were sitting at your desk in your apartment.  you weren’t hiding in your apartment from the guy you maybe are not so subtly in love with.  no matter what soonyoung said.  you were simply taking some quality time for yourself that may have lasted a few more days longer than expected and involved not answering texts from jihoon right away.  you click the pen twice more, making sure that you could start writing again.

...i really can’t pinpoint a specific time where i looked at you and started feeling my heart jump a little.  not in a concerning medical way but in the way that makes my breath catch when you look at me with that smile when you’re wearing your glasses and you are snug in a hoodie and wearing a beanie when i make you laugh.

sometimes when we’re walking in the afternoon across campus and i look at you, the sun shines just right and i swear that (when your hair was blond at least :p) you literally looked like you had a halo.  like you’re finally letting the rest of us mortals truly see the angel you are.

you pause once again, the tip of the pen hovering over the paper.  how much did you really want to let him know?  you bite your lip.  the only sound in your room was of your breathing and the heater kicking on.  you let go of your lip, blinking once or twice before deciding that if you’re going to write him a letter on christmas, damn it, you’re going to put all your cards on the table.

i’m sorry if this seems sort of disjointed.  it’s just hard for me to think straight when i think about you.  you have this aura, this charisma, that just draws people in and i love that about you.  you have the ability to make people feel at ease around you and you make it look effortless.  it’s incredible.  i feel like sometimes i do the opposite, that i make people feel awkward instead..

i like to watch you while you work.  it sounds sort of weird?  but when you’re working on your music, you throw your whole heart and soul into it.  the minute you step into the studio, i can see a weight lift off your shoulders.  you look like you’re more at ease behind a mixing board than you are behind the wheel of your car.  this look comes into your eyes, like something has clicked and you go into extreme focus mode.  i won’t lie, sometimes it’s kind of really hot to see it happen.  you set your jaw and your profile literally looks like it was sculpted by a god or something.  but other times i just sit there and admire your dedication to your craft, watching you write and rewrite lines over and over as you figure out the best combination to have the most impact possible.  seeing you compose is always so inspiring to watch and i will let you know that in fact my best essays have been written while i was in the studio with you.

now i guess this is where i spill out about the mushy gooey romantic stuff, huh?  be prepared.  some of this is probably cringe.  but it’s fine, y’know?  you know me.

you take a breath.  the part that you’ve been simultaneously anticipating and dreading has arrived.  the part where you actually are going to talk about your feelings and fleeting romantic daydreams that you have while waiting for him in the coffee shop near his studio.

i sometimes think about holding your hand.  just that.  holding your hand while we both do something mundane, like walking down the street or while we wait in line at whatever street food vendor happens to be near campus that day.  i think about just sitting in the same room, both of us doing something different but we’re together.  which i know is something we already do anyways, but i think about just taking a quick break to give you a kiss on the cheek or on the nose, just to watch you laugh or scrunch your nose up before we both go back to our business.  i watch you perform with our other friends, joshua and soonyoung and seokmin and chan, on stage during whichever show of the month it is and i think about giving you a kiss before for good luck.  i can’t take my eyes away from you when you’re under the spotlight.  it’s like it’s meant for you.  i still think you need to let mingyu join, if not to just get him to stop giving me and you the puppy eyes when we watch you rehearse.  (i feel bad for him and i cannot keep buying him coffee.  wonwoo said i needed to quit it because on those nights mingyu stays up until like 4am cooking way too much food for the two of them and seokmin and “apparently” their fridge is “too full”.  they could just give it to us, the cowards.)  but i digress.

i want to say “yeah, that’s my boyfriend” when you drop me off at class and jeonghan starts teasing me. (sorry, but he’s known about my crush now for uh.  quite some time.  heh.)

i want to wear stupid matching couples items or outfits and have minghao groan when he sees us.  i want to go on dates with you, even if it’s something as simple as us watching the next episode of our favorite show before one of us has to go back to work.  i want to curl up next to you on the couch and feel your arms wrap around me, keeping me safe and close.  i.

i

i want to kiss you whenever i want.  i want you to kiss me back.  i want to be able to see you up close, eyes bright with joy and love after we kiss.  i want to tell you how much i love you.  i want to not have to choke those words down anymore.

but... but most of all...

you wipe at your eyes as they start to fill.  time to lay the final card in your hand down.

most of all, i want to get over you.  i don’t want to ruin our friendship because i can’t breathe when you stand next to me.  i don’t want to throw away four years because i keep craving your hand in mine, your arm around my shoulders.  i want to get over you because it’s the best thing for both of us.

i’m sorry that you had to find out about my feelings this way.  i wish i could have been braver.  i figured i had one last shot before graduation.

i love you.  i’m so sorry.  goodbye.

you set your pen down.  the noise of plastic hitting wood echos around you with a feeling of finality.  you go through the motions, folding the paper up, putting it in an envelope.  you write his name on the outside in the best handwriting you’re able to muster.  everything feels robotic now.  you get up and find your jacket and boots, putting the envelope in the giant pockets of your winter coat.  double-checking for your phone and keys, you leave your apartment, locking the door behind you.

you know he’s at his studio right now, being woozi the producer and singer and dancer.  so you turn towards the bus stop that will take you there.  surprisingly, it arrives just after you reach the shelter.  the ride goes by in a blur of neons and halogens and snow and before you know it, you’re getting off at the stop a few blocks from his studio.

you don’t even stop to marvel at the little snowmen that appear every few buildings that the little kids have made on the sidewalk like you normally would.  you are on a mission and you have no time for distractions.

despite how cute and adorable and sweet those distractions might be.

a few more minutes pass, your footsteps on the snowy sidewalk and the cars on the road driving through slush your only companions, before you finally reach the building.  taking in a breath of icy air to steel yourself, you walk in and walk directly to his studio, taking only a moment to wave to the night security guy behind the desk, aron, who knows you from your many times there with jihoon.

you pause outside the door, pulling the letter out to look at it one last time.  this is it.  you take another deep breath, releasing it slowly, before knocking on the door.  you wait a few moments before he opens it, a smile immediately appearing when he realizes it’s you.

“hey y/n!  what are you doing here so late?”  jihoon opens the door a little more, an unspoken invitation to join him in the studio.  he’s wearing a gray beanie and looks comfy in his long-sleeved shirt and joggers.  he had a pen behind one ear and was holding a pencil in the hand not holding the door.

you shake your head.  “hey jihoon!  i just wanted to give you this,” you reply, handing the letter over.  “i hope the rest of your session goes well.”

he takes the letter from you, eyes briefly flickering down to read his name on it.  “are you sure you don’t want to come in?”  he asks, the door waving back and forth slightly.  he has a teasing smile on and you almost give in to the desire to stay.

“ah, no,” you decline and watch his smile dim a bit, “it’s a bit late and i still haven’t decided on what i’m going to be wearing to christmas breakfast with our friends in the morning.  the gifts are scattered all around my apartment.  it looks like santa’s bag was ripped open.”

he nods, a small laugh escaping him, “ah, i see.  i guess i’ll see you in a few hours then?”

“you will,” you smile.  “merry christmas, ji.”

“merry christmas, y/n.”  he shuts the door and you start your retreat back to the bus stop.

as you pass aron, he calls out a soft, “merry christmas, yn!”

you respond in turn, giving him another wave before you’re hit by the wall of cold air as you leave the building.  you don’t know when or even if jihoon will read the letter tonight, so you amble down the sidewalk, this time taking a moment to enjoy each of the tiny snowed men on your way.  the tense feeling in you lightens with each step you take.  you cross the street, going from one block to another, and get distracted by a guy packing snow into what looks to be rubber ducky-shaped molds on the end of giant tongs.  as you watch him arrange the ducks in front of the doors of some office building in a heart-shaped pattern, you don’t hear the footsteps hurrying behind you.

“what the fuck?”  jihoon asks loudly, his voice bouncing off of the buildings.  both you and the guy look at him.  you can’t tell if the pink of his cheeks is from embarrassment or the cold while he says, “no, not you.  sorry,” to the duck man.  he grabs your hand and pulls you a little further down the sidewalk, far enough out of earshot of the nighttime snow sculptor.

waving the letter, jihoon asks again, “what the fuck?”

you just stare at him.  it’s all you can do when your heart is in your throat.  you feel frozen and you know it’s from more than just the cold.

“what do you mean ‘goodbye’?  why are you apologizing?  did you even ask how i would feel?  how i do feel?”  he fires off one question after the other, each hitting you in the heart like an arrow.

“i- i-” you stutter, your mouth moving but with no words to finish the sentence.  what could you even say?  “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you myself?”

silence falls between you.  the headlights from passing cars casting strange shadows all across the both of your faces.  he’s still holding your hand.

“you didn’t even ask me, y/n,” he says, his voice soft.  you’ve never heard him use this tone ever.  he sounded almost fragile, delicate like a thin sheet of ice.  “you didn’t even ask me how i feel.”

“i didn’t think i had to,” you reply helplessly.  “i don’t need to hear a rejection to know that it’s coming.”

“who told you i would say no?”

you swallow, your heart suddenly in your throat once more.  hope that you didn’t even think existed started warming your veins.  “no one.”  you reply almost instinctively.  “...me.”

he steps closer to you.  “you were wrong,” he says, hand briefly tightening against yours.  “don’t you think i deserve to hear how you feel?  to hear you say it?”

you hesitate, not knowing if he was setting you up for some cruel joke.  he wouldn’t do that.  but also...

he takes another step, close enough now that if you weren’t outside in the winter in a padded jacket you would be able to feel the warmth from his body.  “c’mon, y/n.  tell me now how you really feel.”  he smiles at you, a small one you’ve never seen from him before.

“i love you,” you say, voice quiet and small.  you start to smile when you see his eyes light up even more, if that was possible.

his smile grows.  he drops the letter on the ground and uses that hand to cup your cheek instead.  “i love you, too.”  you sure are learning a lot of new things about him tonight.

his lips are warm when they meet yours and you find that you are both smiling into the kiss.

when you part, you whisper, “happy christmas, jihoon.”

“one of the best i’ve had, y/n.”

[koreanmadeingreece]

Why, why, why

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you. 

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it. 

Warnings: n/a

Part 1/? Next 

Starting a new life in a new city was not something easy, yet you were enthusiastic about it. You got to study the subject you wanted at your top-choice University, Film studies and screenwriting, and what made it even better was that Taeyong, your childhood friend ever since you remembered yourself, was at the very same city, studying Performance arts, with a focus on dance.

When he first found out that you were accepted, he immediately asked you to move in with him. You matched in a lot of things, so you wouldn’t have issues living together and you would most definitely feel completely at ease with each other’s presence. It was just perfect. So, when he told you he had found a bigger house with two bedrooms that would fit the both of you, you were extremely happy, especially since your parents said they would help with the rent. You were ready to pack our bags and send them to the new house, while Taeyong did the same with a little help from his friends. He had told you that, as soon as your plane arrived, he was going to pick you up and introduce you to them, as they’d help you clean the house as well.

The night before your flight, you sat with your parents in the living room since you wouldn’t see them for the next few months.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you? We can book a ticket right now,” your mother told you as she held you in her arms.

“Mom, we’ve already sent my bags to the house, so you won’t need to help with anything. Plus, Taeyong will be there, and he said that his friends are going to help us clean the house. I’ll send you pictures when we’re done, and you can visit whenever you want.  Not too often though,” you said, making your mother laugh and kiss your cheek. Your father wasn’t talking much, but you knew he felt the same way. As time went by, you had to go to sleep, knowing that your flight was early in the morning, but realized that this wasn’t an option. You were clearly a bit stressed, considering that you were about to start a completely new life, and you were also excited, as it was going to be exactly like you wanted it to be. So, you texted Taeyong.

You: Can’t sleep.

TY: We have a lot of cleaning to do, so you should. I’m staying at Yuta’s tonight, since our house is a mess, and we’re picking you up tomorrow at 10. We’ll get some coffee and start immediately.

You:  We?

TY: Yuta has a car.

You: Oh, so he’ll be the first one I’ll meet. I just hope he and the rest of your friends will like me. I don’t want to bother, really.

TY: What are you talking about? You’ll be fine. They’ll love you. They’re cool. They won’t make you feel uncomfortable, trust me.

You: I just hope you’re right. The last thing I want is to be a burden.

TY: Just stop thinking about this and fall asleep. You’re saying nonsense. See you tomorrow.

The next morning, you were tired as hell. You had only slept four hours because of how stressed you were, but you weren’t going to let that get to you. You got dressed and grabbed the only bag you’d have with you on the plane and went to your parents. After taking a sip from your mom’s coffee and a slice of your grandma’s cake, you were ready to go. That plane wasn’t leaving without you.

You arrived at the airport and went to your gate. You texted Taeyong that the plane was leaving on time and boarded. You found your seat and put your earphones on, so that you could get some sleep for the next two hours.

When you landed and got off the plane, you found your way towards the exit, spotting Taeyong among the people waiting for their loved ones. He was talking to someone, whom you assumed was Yuta. As you were getting closer, you couldn’t help but think that he was cute, better than you had already seen in the pictures that Taeyong occasionally sent. You brushed the thought off and shouted at Taeyong, who ran towards you and hugged you with all his strength.

“I’ve missed you so much!” you said, squeezing him as well.

“I can’t wait to live with you, Y/N. We’re gonna have so much fun!” He kissed your cheek, which was something he did quite often throughout your friendship and took your bag from your shoulders.

“Taeyong, you don’t need to take it, really.”

“Ah, come on, I know you haven’t slept, and this is my hospitality before we actually arrive home, where both of us will work our butts off. But first, coffee.” He started walking, until he heard your voice stopping him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, I don’t think- oh my god! This is Yuta!” he exclaimed, and Yuta chuckled. “Yuta, this is Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, extending his arm for a handshake.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard so much about you, although I’m sure Taeyong hasn’t told me enough,” you laughed, hoping you’d made a good first impression.

“Honestly, I hoped he hadn’t said too much, so that we can get to know each other from the start, without any influences. He has seen me drunk, you know.”

“He has seen me drunk too, and don’t worry about it. Whatever you’ve done can’t be worse than mine. I’m a flirty drunk,” you reassured him.

“Okay, come on people. We have to get going. You’ll get to know each other over coffee and cleaning rugs, I promise.” Taeyong said, and you both laughed, heading towards the car.

Yuta led you to his car and you sat at the back seat, Taeyong taking the front. It didn’t take long for him to start humming one of your favorite songs, “Baby don’t stop”, and you couldn’t help but sing along.

“Stop, baby don’t stop,” you sang, and Taeyong continued.

“Ah, you listen to this kind of music too,” Yuta said when the two of you stopped.

“Are you kidding me? I taught him this kind of music. It was one of the first songs I made him listen to.”

“And I haven’t stopped listening to it ever since.” Taeyong laughed. “And you used to make fun of me with it every time I had a date.”

“I’m not regretting doing that anytime soon, Taeyong,” you smiled, and Yuta kept driving. The car stopped as you reached a coffee shop and Taeyong left to get coffee for everyone.

“Extra sugar!” you shouted out of the window and he nodded.

“You drink your coffee like that too? Ah, and I thought Taeyong was the only messed up person I knew,” Yuta said.

“Ah, why? Coffee needs to be sweet for me to enjoy. Do you like it black?”

“I do. I really don’t see why you need so much sugar to enjoy it. I always gave Taeyong a hard time about it, but now you’re two.” He was looking straight ahead while saying that and you let him be without responding, until your friend came back with the coffee.

As soon as the car stopped again, you knew you had arrived at your new house. Taeyong turned to you, wide smile on his face, with a set of keys in hand. “These are yours.” You left the car and followed Taeyong to the door. He let you unlock, as he had already seen it, and you were ecstatic to see where you were going to live from now on. You moved forward to the small but cozy living room and, when you made sure the kitchen was all good, you ran to the two bedrooms.

“Oh my god, Taeyong, it’s so pretty!” you exclaimed, as you also saw that there wouldn’t be any problems in choosing the bedrooms, as they were almost the same. “Just like I saw it in the pictures!”

“I’d never find a bad home for us, Y/N. We have so many years of uni together.” He shared your enthusiasm, you could see it, so you hugged him again. “It needs a lot of cleaning, though.”

“We’ll do that in no time,” you heard Yuta say.

“Ah, you’re already here. And you brought Y/N’s stuff,” Taeyong pointed out.

“Thanks a lot, really. For everything.” You turned to him.

“I’d do anything for a friend,” he gestured at Taeyong, who was already in the kitchen, taking sips of his coffee.

“I’m sure he’d do the same,” you smiled and went towards the kitchen to get started, when you heard something that you thought wasn’t supposed to be heard.

“Would he?”

[minniejo-fics]

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My name is Minerva, and I write kpop fics. My main is sneezyminniejo and over there is sickfic and hurt/comfort fic content. If you want content not related to that you can find that here

I am willing to write for pretty much any group, but the groups I am most familiar with are

Ab6ix, Ateez, BTS, Day6, Enhypen, Got7, Kingdom, Lucy, Nu’Est, Omega X, Stray Kids, TXT, and Xdinary Heroes

Things I WILL NOT WRITE

Smut

idol x reader

Mpreg

Death

If you aren’t sure just ask 

[lost-inthedream]

What happened in the Night Club - Part II

Anon request:  Could you please create a suggestive scene with the members of SF9 in a night club???

Summary: Three different readers, Three different scenarios, One club.

Pairing: middle line x female readers

Warning: the 3rd scenario is a bit angst.

Note: It’s less suggestive than I planned. Still sensual though.

Dawon:

Playing: Cyn - Beliver

Everyone seemed to have fun around you. The known faces and those you didn't know too. The atmosphere in that club was amazing and made you wish to be young forever. Dawon got pretty close to your ear and said:

"I told you this place was super fun."

You smiled and mouthed a "thank you" in return. You wouldn't have ever found that place if he hasn't taken you there. He insisted that you needed to feel the freedom of dancing under sparkling lights with a crowd. Now you agreed that there was something very special in it.

He placed himself behind your body and slid both his hands through your extention of your body. You felt a jolt go up your spine as he had never touched you before. It was somewhat true. Because he had never caressed you in that way. You only knew the playful Sanghyuk, taking locks of your hair (and sometimes pulling them to annoy you), picking you up in bridal style to take you to places you didn't want to go, being silly and funny.

You couldn't help the tension in your body when his hands went to your exposed shoulder blades in a strapless blouse. You could feel the hesitation he experienced by the way that his movements lingered on your skin. You weren't even able notice that, at this point, you moved offbeat. The song played but you didn't listen, because his contact was louder than anything.

A curious sensation, did you suddenly turn invisible?

You turned to him and contemplated his half-open lips telling you that the strange atmosphere there made him take courage to show you his passion.

Rowoon:

Playing: OnlyOneOf - Boss

You were so distracted in your conversation with your friend that you couldn't notice you were being observed. While you laughed, flipped your hair, sip from your glass, Rowoon looked at you with absorbed eyes. Imagining that you were the queen of that night kingdom. unlike you, he was unintentionally ignoring his friends until Youngbin find what he was that much interested in. Who he was captivated by. He interrupted the other boys and pointed to you. Juho immediately said:

"She's his type. Wow, how gorgeous."

Youngbin got close to his absent-minded friend's ear and asked him:

"Why don't you go there?"

That was the exact moment your friend noticed the three boys looking at your way. It couldn't be a coincidence.

"Oh my lord. There are three absolutely stunning guys looking at our direction. I'm nervous".

You laughed at her panic without imagining what she was talking about. She continued:

"The taller one is coming. I'm gonna die."

Why was she so exaggerated? You turned without worrying about being obvious. You were not prepared at all, your chin fell open to the royal guy. He walked like a model, graceful and confident. You got sure that you had just found the king of the night. He didn't steal the air of your lung, he conquered it.

"What can I do to dance with you just a little bit?" he asked you as you looked up as your heart lost control.

"Just ask me."

Zuho:

Playing: Nu’Est - Bass

The short hair blonde guy reiterated that, in the club, you were his favorite song. You wanted to say that your repetitive meetings were your own special dynamic. However, a guy restricted to be found in the nightlife couldn't maintain anything special with a girl.

Your laugh sounded bitter in response to his statement, and he felt it. His hands stopped when he was almost setting them on your butt, exactly on the curve of your waist. Why did he stop? He was always so sure about his actions. There was that time you couldn't stop him from making you see stars only with his fingers.

That toiled kept secrets. You were both crazy.

"What's the problem with what I said, baby face?" he asked sounding genuinely worried.

You felt uncertain. Why are his hands still not moving? It would be much easier if he just kneeled in front of you. You would stop doubting him, the truth or the lie in his words simply wouldn't matter anymore. You started to catch feelings on that damn boy.

You could still hear the song outside, a bit suffocated by the door that you were leaning on. For a second, the rythmn took your attention. Juho called you again:

"You're weird today."

"I'm not, honey. Just kiss me already" you said bending your head to the side.

He rejected your lips by holding your face. Could you both exist outside the night? Would you still be his favorite song? You must be crazy for asking these questions. The answer was obviously negative. He kissed your cheek instead, a prolonged touch with his sweet lips. Maybe there were feelings in it. Just maybe.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Saving Ruins

Prompt: “You’ve got to be kidding me!” - @challengingwords​

Pairing: Aaron Kwak (Aron)  x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 554

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you breathed exasperatedly, both of your hands rising to scrunch up your hair within them before you attempted to place them around the neck of the man before you instead.

Aaron laughed uneasily. “It’s not that bad, Y/N.”

“No, you’re right; it’s not that bad, it’s worse! I cannot believe I left you in charge of watching over it. What was I thinking?!”

“That your boyfriend is trustworthy?” he offered and then sighed when you narrowed your gaze on him. “Okay, so I got hungry and left the sculpture unattended for maybe five minutes. That’s all I was away for and-”

“It took five minutes for this type of destruction?!”

You had been constructing a cathedral template for an upcoming presentation at work. It wasn’t something you had just slapped together with a bit of paper and glue. No, you had painstakingly been layering it up bit by bit, spending so far four days on the project.

And just like that, it was in ruins much like the fallen cathedral the corporation you worked for wished to rebuild. You almost laughed at the irony, but the bitterness in your chest trapped it within, the finger now being pointed at yourself.

You had only yourself to blame for this.

Dropping to crouch beside the chewed up beams, you willed yourself not to cry. Aaron sat beside you. “I didn’t think Kkotsunie would do anything to it. Normally that’s Noah and he was with me watching me make some food.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Well, no, it’s Kkot-”

“It’s mine for being stupid enough to leave it on this table,” you concluded tearfully. You were exhausted. It had been a long four days and knowing you’d have to reconstruct the whole thing almost from scratch again made you wonder why you were even bothering with the visual. You already had drawn up the 3D computer image. You wondered if that would be enough, even though you knew the opposing team had tasked Minki with their proposal. He was always your biggest competitor, and you could only imagine what amazing concept he was going for.

You were close to defeat before the race had even begun.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Aaron’s fingers had something on them. Lifting your head up, you then noticed the repaired wall on the east side of your structure. You reached out to take his hand. “Did you… did you try to repair it?”

“Yeah,” he mentioned softly. “I mean, I don’t know how you did this for as long as you did. The glue gets everywhere and-”

Moving to kiss him gently, you then smiled gratefully. “I take it back.”

“Which part?” he mused, angling his face in hopes of another kiss.

“The part where I said it was worse.”

“Can I make it better?” he offered and you waited for Aaron to continue. He grinned. “I’ll help you fix it. If we both work on it together, it won’t take nearly as long, right?”

You nodded happily. “You know, you really are a trustworthy boyfriend to have.”

“You acknowledge it now, huh?” He laughed and then picked up the pieces that were salvageable. “Shall we get cracking?”

You knew with Aaron’s help, you wouldn’t go down in ruins after all.

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[daybreakx]

HOME

🌸Optional bias (he/him) x neutral reader.

🌸 pure fluff since the last one was pure angst😂

a/n: let me know what you think of optional bias scenarios!💓

Getting a new home had been a dream of yours for so long. It wasn’t like you hated your boyfriend’s apartment when you’d moved in together, but it was his place. Sure he let you give your touch to the place and have your stuff around (well what did he expect? you had moved in) but it was still his house, this one was yours equally.

“I love it!” You cheered, giving a turn in the middle of the kitchen with a smile plastered on your face. “Don’t you love it, h/n?”

“Of course I do, baby” he laughed, running a hand through your hair softly. His heart beating rapidly at the sight of your genuine happiness.

“This is home. It feels like home, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve always felt like home to me” he whispered, bringing you closer to his chest while you looked into his eyes. “You’re my home, y/n”.

His sweet, sincere words could make you melt of happiness and love. Your boyfriend was right, it wasn’t about this place or any other, he was your home, whatever you two were in the world came in second. “I love you” you wrapped your arms around him, “you’re my home too” you managed to say before your lips met in a kiss that lasted until your lungs were empty of oxygen, and then several others followed.

You were home.

[love-kazin]

Writings - TO DO LIST

- 2PM - 

Jun. K, Nichkhun and Taecyeon in a foursome.

Nichkhun and reader traveling around Thailand and going on food dates.

Wooyoung meet his new idol girlfriend in a variety show.

Junho introducing his girlfriend to his 2PM friends.

- ASTRO - 

     none yet.

- DAY6 - 

Sungjin smut with body worship and lingerie as gift.

- MONSTA X - 

Jooheon and reader tasting wines.

Minhyuk and reader having sex on a car after some drinks (they’re not driving after).

- NU’EST -

     none yet.

- VIXX - 

Leo and reader having a picnic.

Leo and reader going to IKEA.

Ken singing “Into the Unknown” and expecting reader’s reaction.

Ravi and reader having a romantic/smutty night.

Hongbin having a friendly game competition with reader.

Hyuk and reader at a carnival.

[springday-aus]

Updated As Of: 04-14-23

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A/N: these works should be gender neutral unless stated otherwise. 

[M] - mature content (minors DNI)

Drabbles: 

Groups

↣ BTS

Established Couple!AU with Jin [Kim Seokjin]

Museum Date with V [Kim Taehyung]

Boyfriend!AU with Jeon Jungkook

↣ EXO

College!AU with Park Chanyeol

↣ GOT7

Neighbor!AU with Park Jinyoung

Established Couple!AU with Wang Jackson

↣ iKon

Awkward Meeting!AU with Hanbin

↣ NCT

High School!AU with Haechan [Lee Donghyuk]

College!AU with Johnny Suh

College!AU with Lee Taeyong

Friends to Lovers!AU with YangYang

↣ Nu’est

Neighbor!AU with Baekho [Kang Dongho]

↣ Red Velvet

Coffee Date!AU with Seulgi

↣ Stray Kids 

Established Couple!AU with Felix

College!AU with Felix

Awkward Meetings!AU with Lee Minho

↣ Seventeen

Awkward Meeting!AU with Junhui

Opposites Attract!AU with DK [Lee Seokmin]

Multi-Group + Multi-Member

Anti-Cucumber Club

Bowling Team!AU - 92 Line vs 97 Line

Amusement Park!AU - American Chaos Line

Roommates!AU - American Line

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Time Stamps:

Groups

↣ ATeez

[11:28PM] - With San [M] (fem. identifying!reader)

One Shots: 

Groups

↣ iKon

Bobby [Lee Jiwon]: The Second Chance → {4k words}

➸ pairing: iKon’s Bobby x gn!reader

➸ soulmate!au, romance, comedy 

➸ summary: in this world, everyone has a destined soulmate, which can be found through a timer and the words of their first exchange. It was created by the gods to help the humans, in leading a less-chaotic life. Ironically enough, this whole soulmate fiasco is unneeded chaos you would rather live without.

↣ NCT 

Na Jaemin: Taking A Hit → {5.1k words}

➸ pairing: NCT’s Jaemin x gn!reader

➸ college!au, romance, comedy

➸ summary: you don’t like Jaemin, but refuse to explain why. Maybe it’s because he accidentally hit you once during volleyball practice. Maybe it’s because he’s super nice to you and you’re paranoid. Maybe it’s because he looks stupidly handsome in his uniform and you’re repressing your feelings.

↣ Seventeen 

Jeon Wonwoo: Daytime Scares → {11.6k words}

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Wonwoo x [fem. identifying] reader

➸ college!au, fluff, romance, comedy

➸ summary: Wonwoo is nothing more than an attractive stranger in your ethics class. You have no relation with him whatsoever, but that changes when you suddenly have a nightmare that he tries to kill you. That’s a whole level of psychoanalyzing you would rather not dive into. But now things get weirder when he’s starting to talk to you.

➸ warnings: attempted murder (it was a dream) and scary depictions of a horror movie

Lee Chan: Just Another Foodie Call → {6.5k words}

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Chan x [fem. identifying] reader 

➸ college!au, waiter!au, romance, comedy 

➸ summary: first dates are always awkward, but not for you. In fact, you actually became a master of them. But, what are all of these dates for? Easy, free food. Now that you think about it, there’s only one other person who seems to know your real motives—Chan, the waiter from your favorite restaurant. 

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Solo Artists 

↣ Sunmi: Untold Mermaid Tales - Sunmi’s Story → {6.3k words}

➸ mermaid!au, fantasy, historical-ish, revenge story

➸ summary: Sunmi dreams of leaving home to be a sailor. Her opportunity comes when her brother is sick and she’s sent to care for him overseas. However, the journey goes sour as the real implications of her presence are revealed and feelings get hurt.

➸ warnings: sexism, sexual harassment, implied rape, attempted murder

Series: 

↣ BTS 

Kim Namjoon: Plus Two 

➸ pairing: BTS’s Namjoon x gn!reader 

➸ wedding date!au, friends to lovers!au, romance, comedy

➸ summary: getting older is never easy, especially with all the weddings Namjoon has been starting to attend. Fortunately for him, a run in with an old friend of his, i.e. you, makes all these weddings a bit more bearable. 

✎ part one || part two

↣ Seventeen

Yoon Jeonghan: Love, War and Everything Between 

➸ pairing: Seventeen’s Jeonghan x [fem. identifying] reader

➸ arranged marriage!au, gender role reversal, royal!au, historical, romance, drama

➸ summary: Korea’s most distinguished military general arrives home, carrying back glory and honor from the war. However, the general has been revealed to be a woman! Due to the prominent military accomplishments you have made as the highest ranking general, by orders of the Empress, you are arranged to be married to the second-eldest prince, Yoon Jeonghan. Only one problem lies between you two: your reputation as a ruthless killing machine, which scares the living daylights out of your new husband. 

➸ warnings: graphic violence, glorified war, murder, sexual harassment, sex discrimination (mainly against women), poly relationships (i.e. concubines), political corruption, and homosexual tendencies 

✎ prologue || part 01 || part 02 || part 03