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mrkis · 2 years ago

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blood & lust. (l.yy)

PAIRING: liu yangyang x reader GENRE: smut, horror WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SYNOPSIS: you're invited to one of the biggest halloween parties of the year. unbeknownst to you, the host's vampire costume isn't as fake as you think it is.

CONTENT WARNINGS: vampire!yangyang, horror aspects, minor character deaths (some are mentioned, others are briefly hinted at) heavy mentions of blood, blood sharing, blood drinking, biting, marking, dubcon themes (reader is unsure at first but yangyang is adamant), yangyang is mean and cocky, light breast play, breast biting, humping, unprotected sex, yangyang is kinda rough, he is fucking for his pleasure but you cum too, open ending? maybe?

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” You say with uncertainty, struggling to readjust the straps of the white swan wings that cling uncomfortably to your shoulders as you stare up at the decorated halloween mansion in sight.

Carved pumpkins scattered amongst the front lawn, fake cobwebs and spiders wrapped around hedges and potted plants, fancy lights of dark purples and oranges illuminating the windows and the cracked cemented path that leads up to a wooden door that’s splattered with fake blood, the words ‘ENTER IF YOU DARE’ written in smudged black paint. You’re thoroughly impressed with the decor, but it does nothing to hide your hesitancy in entering this unknown house.

“The website said; ‘all are welcome’… This is a great idea!!” Ningning grins with excitement, adjusting her own black swan wings, her outfit perfectly matching yours despite having opposite colours. “Chenle sent me the link and you know how trustworthy he is”

Your face twists, “That’s questionable”

Ningning’s shoulders sag slightly, “You’re right… But he’s the only person we know that can get us into places like these, and I refuse to let us go to some shitty low quality halloween party again when we have the perfect opportunity right here! This is the real deal”

You hate how right she is. Not only is your shared friend Chenle remarkable at getting you both into some serious events, to which you’re unsure of how he’s even able to even do in the first place, but the last halloween party you had both attended was a complete disaster that ended with pathetic drunken fights and police turning up to shut the party down for people causing too much chaos.

You couldn’t blame Ningning for wanting one good night, especially on her (and yours) favourite night of the year. Halloween. As an icon once said: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. It was a tradition that you both went by, digging out your savings to buy the sluttiest outfit you could find, matching ones to be exact.

Last year you went as slutty cops and robbers and the year after that it was slutty Ghostface and Michael Myers. But this year you went as white swan and black swan, sticking to your slutty theme of short dresses and showing as much skin as possible. You, admittedly, loved the tradition.

“Okay, fine, whatever” You give in a little too easily for your liking, swayed by the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. “I’m sure I can hear the tequila shots calling out our names”

“I love you!!” Ningning squeals, smooching your cheek loudly before clasping your hand in hers to drag you up the pathway, heels scraping against the concrete.

You’re far more impressed by the interior of the house when you step inside: another fake set of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, fake blood splattered up the walls that you’re positive would be a pain to get off of the white paint, caution tapes stuck to doors and smoke machines hiding in every corner of the room that creates a misty atmosphere. You almost want to go around and find the person that had managed to make the perfect halloween party, but with the amount of people that overcrowd this house, you’re positive you won’t be able to even find them.

Although being absolutely astonished by the decorations, the hairs couldn’t help but stand at the back of your neck and shiver runs down your spine when you see what’s written on the opposite side of the front door. ‘NO ONE LEAVES’. It has you feeling a little unsettled, but you know that’s the whole purpose. It’s Halloween after all.

“BOO!” A voice screams loudly in your ear above the bass of the music that thumps from the speakers, fingers digging harshly in your ribs to catch your attention. You and Ningning jump in shock, your grip on her hand tightening as you both whiz around to find the suspect and you face Chenle who is dressed head to toe in his The Nun costume you knew he was making, fake yellowy green contacts staring at you both in amusement, screeching a laugh throw fake bloodied teeth. “Oh my god, I got you both so good—”

“You’re a dick” You grumble, but the anger washes away almost in an instant when you finally get a good look at his costume, even taking a step back to get a full view and you hum, “Impressive. Another ten out of ten this year”

“What else did you expect from me?” Chenle teases, doing a little twirl in his spot before his arm curls around Ningning’s waist to pull her close to his side. His fake rubber pointed nose nudges against Ningning’s tiara and she whines, immediately putting it back into place. “Looking slutty as always, black swan”

“And what else did you expect from me?” Ningning repeats his words and Chenle smiles proudly, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek before leading you both out of the foyer and towards a door that has bats dangling from the doorframe, but once you walk through the opening, you realise you’re in the kitchen.

Endless amount of red coloured punch bowls fill the dining table, ice cubed hands floating above the concoction, but what throws you off the most is the empty blood bags that hang off the bowls, the spouts dipping into the drink to insinuate that the alcohol is ‘made’ out of blood. Creepy, but creative. You’re impressed yet again.

As Chenle fixes the three of you a drink, you take it upon yourself to nosely search through the pantry, on the hunt for something more of your taste. But weirdly, and much to your dismay, everything is completely bare. There’s no other beverage in sight, or food for that matter. You find it strange even though you try to convince yourself that this was supposed to be a part of their ‘Halloween Party Plans’... you still find it odd.

“So, which one of your rich, geeky friends owns this place?” Ningning asks the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue and you turn just in time for Chenle to hand you a drink. You take it out of his hands to nurse it in your own, staring at the liquid that stains the plastic cup.

“None of them” Chenle passes Ningning her drink next. “Belongs to a friend of a friend. He told Kun to invite as many people as possible because this is apparently his last night in town… wants to make it a night he never forgets or something like that”

“That’s not suspicious at all” You chuckle softly, trying to make a joke out of a strange situation. “How does Kun even know this person?”

“I have no idea” Chenle shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, not seeming to care about the host as he raises his cup high. “Anyway! Cheers losers!”

“Cheers!” Ningning says with enthusiasm, knocking her cup against yours and Chenle’s before downing her drink. You say your cheers with a little less enthusiasm, bringing the beverage to your lips to take a sip and you’re instantly confused at the thick consistency that slides down the back of your throat, the taste of copper overwhelming your tastebuds.

You grimace, coughing and rubbing your neck as you struggle to swallow the punch. Chenle and Ningning seem to have the same problem as they stare at their drinks quizzically and you take this opportunity to put the cup down, refusing to drink anymore and possibly choke to death. Although it would be fitting for Halloween, dying wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do tonight.

You’re surprised when you see Ningning and Chenle both shrug at each other before chugging down the remains of the drink, although you shouldn’t be too surprised when you know what they’re like. As long as it gets them drunk, they’ll drink anything.

“Definitely needs more vodka” Ninging confesses, handing her cup over to Chenle who happily refills it even though he nods his head at the suggestion.

“He’s trying to keep it as real as possible, which is why you probably can’t taste the vodka” A voice speaks up from behind and you slightly turn to see who was talking. You’re met with a black haired male who seems a little bit older than the three of you, dressed in a white silk shirt and black pants with a black cloak hanging off his shoulders, red eyeshadow blended underneath his eyes and lips shaded the same colour.

“Kun!” Chenle greets happily, handing the drink over to Ningning before slipping through you both to throw an arm over his broad shoulders. “Guys, you remember Kun right?”

“Briefly” Ningning eyes him suspiciously even though a smile sneaks its way onto her lips. “You’re the guy that picked up Chenle from the bar we was at last weekend”

“That’s me” Kun chuckles softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m surprised you even remember that night seeming as you were too drunk to walk to your taxi”

Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”

“Aren’t you a little old to know Chenle?” You poke, arms coming up to cross over your chest as you stare at him questioningly. Chenle shoots a blank look your way, clearly unimpressed with your choice of words but all Kun does is chuckle again.

“I am. But I’ve known Chenle for quite a while… His brother and my grandfather are a part of the same company” Kun explains to you without even batting an eyelid, clamping his hand down on Chenle’s shoulder as he grins. “We’re good friends, possible upcoming CEOs—”

Ningning immediately throws up her hand to silence him, “We don’t need to hear about how rich you both are”

“Noted” Kun smiles, eyes flickering around the kitchen before they settle on Chenle. “Have you met Yangyang yet?”

“Yangyang?”

“The host. The owner of this house. He’s lurking around here somewhere… making sure everyone is having a good time” Kun’s voice trails off slightly, his eyes beginning to wander around again. Your brows furrow at that, watching him suspiciously as his face lights up, gently tugging Chenle in a certain direction out of the kitchen that has you and Ningning following closely behind. “That’s Yangyang. He’s the one that arranged this entire party”

Your eyes dart towards the person in question, seeing a blonde haired man dressed all in black with a drink in hand and a girl dressed in a nurse costume in the other, his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. The dark circles under his eyes and the pointed fangs that peek through his lips when he smiles lets you know that he’s dressed up as a vampire tonight, similar to Kun, but minus the cloak.

You’re somewhat impressed with knowing that this is the guy that owns this incredible mansion as he seems a little young. It makes you wonder what type of person he is or what job he has to even afford a place like this, you come to a conclusion that maybe he’s in the same wealthy group as Chenle and Kun, or maybe he’s just using his parents money.

Yangyang takes one look at the crowds that fill his humble abode before turning to the nurse hanging off his arm, dipping his head low to make eye contact with the girl as he whispers something which makes her nod slowly, allowing him to wrap his arm securely around her waist as he leads them both up the spiral staircase.

“He wasn’t lying when he said he wants to make it a night he won’t forget” Ningning jokes and you snort, finding her comment far too funny. Chenle smiles too but Kun’s lips form in a straight line, his facial expression blank to make you unable to figure out exactly how he’s feeling which you find strange, but you don’t question it further as Ningning slips her hand in yours, dragging you through the mass of sweaty bodies to find a perfect place to dance.

Chenle tugs Kun along despite his attempts at trying to rip his wrist away from his grip, not wanting to join in on the fun but he resists after a while, allowing Chenle to sway his body back and forth as Ningning does with yours, keeping you as close to her as possible as you both happily lose yourself in the music.

“Where are you going?” Ningning shouts over the music after a few hours of dancing, lips forming into a pout as she tries to tug you back into her embrace, wanting to continue to dance with you but you shake your head, claiming how desperate you are to go relieve yourself in the bathroom. Ningning offers to come with you, wanting to stick by your side but Chenle’s already swooping in to steal her away, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs as he spins her around.

Due to Ningning being distracted, you take this opportunity to leave, muttering small apologies as you push through the crowd of people, heading up the staircase to locate the nearest bathroom, pausing in your steps every so often to stare at the portraits on the wall, admiring the unusual art of half naked bodies sprawled in different ways with a shadowed figure hovering over them, blood splattered and pouring from open wounds.

This really is the best decorated Halloween house you’ve been to.

You’re almost out of breath as you trek up the, what seems to be, endless amount of stairs before you reach the top floor, eyeing the multiple doors to try and figure out which one could possibly lead to the bathroom and you head towards the closest one, twisting the doorknob in your grasp and pushing open the wooden door, immediately met by darkness.

You quietly curse to yourself, stepping further into the room as you blindly reach out for the light switch, flicking the little button just as the door closes behind you, illuminating the room and granting you the access to see, but your eyes widen when you realise that this is not a bathroom… and you’re not alone in the room.

Yangyang, you remember his name, has the nurse pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, head buried in the crevice of her neck with his hand gripping tufts of her hair, pulling so hard you’re afraid he is going to snap her neck. She remains still, blank eyes staring directly into yours, mouth slightly ajar as if she’s taking short gasps of air, trying to find her breath, but that’s not what concerns you.

It’s the blood that’s pouring down her white nurses' outfit and dripping to the floor that does, pooling at both of their feet and creating a puddle for them to stand in. A part of you believes that this must be some sort of ‘vampire act’, that maybe he was hoping someone would walk in and capture this happening for the effect. But this seemed too realistic to you, especially with how the disgusting sounds of his mouth slurping ravishingly at her neck with low, pleasant hums. It makes you stumble back in surprise.

Hearing the heels scrape against the floor, Yangyang retracts his head from the girl’s neck, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at you, eyes completely blacked out and you struggle to remember if he wore contacts prior to this, but your thoughts are answered when you see dark red veins slithering unhuman-like beneath his eyes as his iris turns brown and the sclera dissolves into a normal white, the black disappearing.

Neat trick, you want to say, but the words never come, not when you’re so conflicted with what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Well… you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yangyang speaks first, the boyish grin that slips onto his face fails to ease the nerves that bubble in your stomach, all too focused on the blood that stains his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as he fully removes himself from the girl, her body thumping to the floor almost a little too lifeless for it to be apart of the ‘vampire act’ you had in mind.

Your attention darts down to her chest, praying that you’d see any type of movement that indicates she’s breathing or that she’ll hopefully raise her hand and give you the thumbs up to tell you all is well. But she doesn’t, and your blood immediately runs cold as you take a cautious step back, your hand flying behind you to try and find the handle of the door.

Yangyang snorts in amusement, shaking his head as he steps over her body. “The door locks from the outside, little swan… Unless, that is, you have a key”

The way he dips his bloody hand beneath the collar of his shirt to pull out a silver chain necklace with a key attached to it is almost taunting, and instead of the fear, it’s anger that rises inside of you as he begins to sway it back and forth, daring you to come closer and take it from his hands.

“Enough with this fake act” You find your voice, even though you don’t believe your words so much anymore. You glance down at the body once again before meeting his eyes that are filled with excitement. “You win best Halloween costume of the year… happy?”

“Fake act?” He repeats with a laugh, tucking the necklace back into the collar of his shirt. “I wasn’t aware I was putting on a show”

You swallow thickly, “I think you’re taking your party and your costume too seriously—”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out how fake this costume truly is?” The change in his tone and facial expression is enough to have you spin around and try the door handle again, jiggling it with force in hopes that it would miraculously open without the need of a key. You hear him laugh at your failed attempts, not realising how close he is until you feel his chest press up against your back, moving your white swan wings out of the way so he could connect his mouth to your shoulder in a wet kiss.

“Don’t touch me!” You spit, shoving him back with as much strength you can muster. Yangyang doesn’t move far, much to your dismay, maybe a few steps back but it was enough to create some distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to your shoulder, frantically wiping away the blood off of your skin with a grimace.

“I was only kissing you” Yangyang fake pouts, reaching to stroke the white swan feathers in your hair but you whack him away once again and he grins widely, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “Are you afraid of me, little swan?”

“No”

His grin falters slightly, face hardening. “I don’t like liars”

“Give me the key” You ignore his words, opening out the palm of your hand towards him as if he’d straight up give you the key. You’re hoping he would. “I’ll scream if you don’t”

His brow twitches upwards, “Nobody will hear you up here”

“My friends know I left” You try again. “My friends know I left and they will come looking for me if I—”

“No they won’t” Yangyang braces his hands on either side of your head, resting against the door as he leans closer to your face. Your eyes dart down to the dried up blood around his mouth before looking back up to his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of copper that emits from his breath. “They’re already stuck”

Your heart drops as you repeat with a whisper, “Stuck?”

Yangyang hums with a nod, hand coming down to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing against your jugular, putting a slight pressure that has your heart rate picking up. “No one leaves… not even you”

“Wh—”

Your words die in the back of your throat as Yangyang lurches forward, sharp teeth piercing the skin of your neck and a silent scream rips from your lips, trying your hardest to rip this animal away from you and free yourself from the pain that spreads around your neck and chest, feeling a burn surge through your veins. Your fingers pry at his shirt with voiceless pleases, head whirling at the sounds of him ripping into flesh, vision going blurry to the point you struggle to make out the details of the bedroom.

Yangyang retracts his mouth away from your neck suddenly and your body slumps forward, too dizzy to stand straight and he captures you with ease, letting you fall slack against his chest. Your neck feels numb, but you can still sense the blood pooling out of the wound, ruining your costume of the night.

His hand caresses the top of your head as he walks backwards from the door, leading you both to what seems to be a bed as you’re laid down against something cushiony and soft. He climbs above you, knees resting on each side of your hips and you manage to faintly make out his face through blurred vision, tears springing in your eyes at the blood that drips down his chin. Your blood.

“You taste absolutely divine, little swan…” Yangyang compliments. “I almost don’t want to kill you”

“Please” You pathetically whisper. “Please, let me go—don’t kill me”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Yangyang chuckles, fingers dancing across your shoulders and over your wound, making you flinch at the tenderness. Something flickers in Yangyang’s eyes as they meet yours, “Do you want to have fun with me?”

“I—”

“I can make everything go away” Yangyang says to you lowly, licking at his lips and sighing in content as he swallows the blood from his mouth. “I can make you feel good too… I can make you feel good while I’m feeding off of you, doesn’t that sound better?”

“I don’t want to die” You splutter out through tears. “Please, I don’t want to die”

“You won’t die, little swan” His voice is soft, but you know deep down that he’s lying. You’re going to die tonight. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. As if he could hear your inner thoughts, Yangyang sighs softly as he brings his wrists up to his lips, pricking the skin with the edge of his fang before forcefully shoving his arm against your lips, the blood from his wrist dripping into your mouth and on your tongue.

You try to fight back immediately, stiff limbs trying to push him away but it was no use, not when his blood was sliding down the back of your throat. You gag instantly, the taste making your face twist and turn in disgust to which Yangyang laughs at, dropping his wrist from your lips to lean over you again, eyes watching you intently.

You’re shocked at how your body suddenly seems lighter, the slight tinge of pain in your neck disappearing into almost nothing and how your vision clears up, now being fully able to see the man that’s hovering above you clearly. Your hand shakily comes up to touch your wound and you bring your hand back to inspect, surprised to see the dried blood on your fingertips. You stopped bleeding?

“What did you do?” Your question with a whisper.

Yangyang grins at this, tilting his head to the side once again. “I told you, little swan. I can make everything go away”

Incredible, you think. You slightly wonder what else he can do but you mentally slap yourself for thinking that way, not wanting to succumb into his wants and needs. He’s going to kill you. You blink as the thought repeats in your head. He’s going to kill you. There is no way out of this. You’re going to die.

“Let’s have fun” He insists, caressing your cheek softly. “It won’t hurt anymore… It’ll feel good, I promise”

“I don’t believe you” You admit, swallowing thickly. “You’re a… you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say the word and you shake your head. “It’ll hurt”

“Does this hurt?” Yangyang asks you, taking your hand in his own hand and bringing it up to his lips, opening his mouth wide to show off his precise fangs before sinking them into your palm. You wince instantly, awaiting for the pain to come but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You can feel him drinking from your wound, how his tongue laps over the holes he’s created in your skin, but you don’t feel the pain you once did when he bit into your neck.

You watch mesmerised as he drinks from you, those dark red veins appearing under his eyes again, slithering around beneath his skin as the black pools into his eyes, completely overtaking any other colour present and you feel yourself relax into the pillows, head becoming a little too fuzzy and lightheaded, but there was no pain. The pain was gone. It felt… good. Almost too good.

A light gasp leaves your lips as you feel Yangyang’s lower half rut against your stomach during this, harsh thrusts making the bed squeak beneath your bodies, the air knocking out of your lungs. You struggle to form a sentence as Yangyang drops your hand from his mouth, letting your arm flop to the sheets motionlessly as his fingers roam over your white dress, fingers digging into the fabric before ripping the material apart with ease.

He isn’t gentle as he pulls the ruined dress from your body and the broken swan wings from your shoulders, his mouth dropping to your breast and sinking his teeth into the flesh with a guttural moan, brows furrowing at the blood that rushes down the back of his throat. You hiss at the slight sting you feel, but it morphs into something a lot more pleasurable and bearable which makes you let our airy moans of satisfaction.

It makes you sick at how much you're enjoying being ravished by a monster, how your mind overcrowds with lust and want, something you know you shouldn't be experiencing. You should be screaming, you should be pleading for him to spare you and to let you go, to fight back with a much strength as you can must, but you can't.

His teeth retract from your breast with droplets of blood rolling down his chin, dark eyes staring at you through his blond strands of hair that hang in front of his face, lips curling into a smirk that sends a wave of fear and lust through your body, goosebumps rising to your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me, little swan” Yangyang praises, tongue swiping over the wound he’s made on your breast and teasing over your nipple. You gasp, back immediately arching into his touch. Yangyang chuckles, “Are you enjoying this?”

Your voice wavers, “No”

“Liar” Yangyang snorts, head dipping down to leave wet bloody kisses down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin before breaking the surface at your navel. A whisper of his name leaves your lips involuntarily and you swear you can feel him smirk against you, hands caressing your body as he slurps hungrily and the bulge in his pants grows against your leg, desperate to be let free and touched as he ruts.

He travels further down your body, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your panties before being torn apart, the flimsy material being carelessly thrown to the side. You’re now completely bare to him and you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, hands splayed across the bed sheets, tugging the blanket in hopes to cover yourself but the low growl that comes from Yangyang has you dropping it instantly.

Although, when you feel his fangs graze over your mound, you shriek with a frantic shake of your head, hands flying down to his hair and gripping the roots, trying to yank him away from you but Yangyang remains still, only raising his gaze to look at you quizzically.

“No” Your voice is stern. “No, not there. Please”

“It won’t hurt” He tries to tell you but you refuse to listen, shaking your head once again and you hear the deep sigh that leaves his lips. You calm down for a brief second before you see him crane his head to the side, now choosing to sink his teeth into your inner thigh instead. You mewl at the feeling, legs snapping together and closing Yangyang in between your thighs to which he laughs at, holding your thighs with an iron grip to keep himself locked in as he feeds from you.

You grunt, tears pricking your eyes at the weird sensation of his fangs tearing through skin, slurping and lapping up the blood that’s now mixing in with your arousal that leaks from your pussy. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you yearn to be touched by him, to make the ache between your legs disappear.

But instead, it’s his weight that disappears off of you and you stretch your neck to see what was going on, your heart thumping wildly in your chest at the sight of Yangyang unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants in inhuman speed, revealing his toned body to you. Although, your eyes zone in on the key that dangles from his necklace, just a small reach away.

“Don’t even think about it” His voice grumbles and his weight returns over your body, slotting himself between your legs that he rests upon his shoulders, bending you in a way that has your body burning and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to move yourself in a comfortable position but Yangyang’s already burying himself back into the crevice of your neck, biting down on the opposite side as his cock slides into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust to his size.

Gasps and moans combine with his low grunts and pleased hums, hips feverishly snapping against your own, his cock hitting all the right places at once which has you seeing stars in your eyes. Yangyang’s ruthless as he drinks from your neck, tongue hot on your skin as his cock plunges in and out of the warmth of your walls.

“You are unbelievable, little swan” Yangyang groans between slurps, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes that flutter with each harsh thrust. The cocky smile returns to his lips, “Feels good?”

You weakly nod, tears streaming down your face. “Yes”

“I like it when you tell the truth” Yangyang hums, pressing his hips further into yours to hit even deeper, chuckling at the way you moan loudly for him. His fast strokes have your head spinning and lolling to the side, drool seeping from your lips and onto the pillow, mixing in with the mess of your blood.

The knot in your stomach tightens with each sharp movement of his hips, nearing you towards your climax as he pounds into you, fingers fisting the hair on your head and tugging your neck to the side awkwardly to dive back into the wound, tongue lapping and sucking up the blood. It’s enough to have your orgasm hit you intensely.

Your legs tremble on his shoulders, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips as a moan rips from the back of your throat, back arching off of the bed.

Yangyang’s rhythm falters at the tightness of your pussy, jaw locking around your neck with a grunt as his dick pulsates, hot cum spurting around your walls, choking out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as he empties inside of you.

You both lay still for a moment, the nerves returning in your belly as you await your pending doom, wondering if Yangyang would be kind enough to let you go after everything that happened. He’s still drinking from you and the pain from earlier slowly emerges, the effect his blood had on your moments prior no longer keeping you safe from the pain and discomfort. You fidget beneath him, legs dropping limply from his shoulders as you whine at the sting, it’s enough for him to remove himself from you.

“Thank you for making this a night I won't forget, little swan” Yangyang whispers to you in your ear before climbing off of you, reaching down to grab his pants from the floor to dig his hand into the pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch that reads midnight. “Looks like fun for everyone else is just beginning… Can you hear them, little swan?”

The music cuts off abruptly and a familiar scream echoes throughout the mansion, followed by others that make your body tense up. “W-wait—”

“Shhh…” He coos at you as he crawls back above your body, licking at his lips that are smudged with your blood, droplets dribbling down his chin. Yangyang cups your face in his hands, the gesture almost seeming sweet if it wasn’t for the tight grip and the slight sting of his blunt nails digging into your skull.

The sounds of the screams outside of the door makes you feel utterly sick, trying your best not to imagine what’s happening but the smirk that Yangyang gives proves that it’s nothing but good, it’s evil. A sob blubbers past your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and Yangyang hums softly as his thumbs brush your tears away a little forcefully.

“It’s okay… It’s going to be all over soon, my little swan” His fake reassurances do nothing to calm down your nerves, already seeing through his pathetic little lies. You wish you could move to throw him off of your body but with your weakened limbs and his unbelievable strength, you know you wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.

Yangyang dips his head down to hover over yours, his lips pushing against your own in the form of a kiss that you didn’t reciprocate, yet the metallic taste of blood sits on the tip of your tongue and the nausea hits you, throat tightening with the urge to throw up. Yangyang creates a slight distance between you, still feeling his breath fan across your face and his eyes bore into yours. The grip he has on your head becomes too much to handle and a pained squeak leaves your lips, your hands slowly coming up to wrap around his wrists but it's far too late.

A loud pop rings through your ears as he forcefully twists your head to the side, darkness immediately overcrowding your vision, dipping you into complete nothingness.

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doeilovr · 3 years ago

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WAYV AS MAFIAS

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

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

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KUN:

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

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

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

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

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

TEN:

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

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

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

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

HENDERY:

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

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

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

YANGYANG:

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

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

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

XIAOJUN:

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

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

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

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

WINWIN:

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

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

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

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

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

LUCAS:

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

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

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

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

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starryhyuck · 4 years ago

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monetary value. (m) | richkid!mark

pairing: richkid!mark x richkid!reader

words: 8k+

summary: falling in love with mark lee is not as easy as it seems. especially when you’re both engaged to other people.

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, creampie, kind of infidelity, little exhibitionism, office sex, riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation

thank you for 1400 followers!!

you fall in love with mark lee in the summer of 2018.

it’s short but blissful — filled with longing gazes, soft whispers and the crisp trepidation that it would all be taken away from you someday.

and it was. you watch as mark loops his arm around mina’s waist, smiling for the cameras as the flashes drown their figures. you throw back your glass of champagne and you feel someone grasp your arm.

your brother, jaehyun, is giving you a warning look. “don’t cause a scene,” he hisses down at you. you roll your eyes at him.

it wasn’t your choice to separate and it wasn’t mark’s either. you two had obligations that you needed to return to — mark’s being mina and yours being yukhei. you’ve both been engaged for several years in order to bring your respective companies success, and falling in love with someone else was never in the cards for you.

yukhei was a lovely, gentle soul, but he wasn’t what you wanted. you wanted it to be that summer all the time. you wanted to feel mark’s hand grip yours at the local cafe. you wanted him to greedily kiss you on the sand while the waves crash against the shore. you wanted his fingers to brush away strands of your hair while he gently makes love to you underneath the moonlight.

you and mark ended things once summer was over. you both knew you couldn’t carry on with what you were doing after being betrothed to other people. you returned to yukhei with a heavy heart, and your fiancé remained oblivious, simply overjoyed to have you back home with him.

jaehyun is the one of the only people who knows of the affair. you tell your brother everything as you know you can trust him wholeheartedly. he also keeps you firm and grounded, reminding you of your place in this socialite world.

“i’m not causing a scene,” you reply to your brother. he gives you a hasty look.

you spot yukhei walking over and jaehyun disappears, leaving you with your fiancé. yukhei has his signature smile painted on his lips, coming to your side and offering you another glass of champagne.

“this place is nice, isn’t it? i was surprised at first when chenle decided to buy it, but now i can see why,” he murmurs to you.

your eyes roam around the expansive building, topped with a golden chandelier and dozens of socialites roaming about, sipping champagne and speaking frivolously to one another. zhong chenle, a close friend of yukhei, bought the building a couple of years ago and today was the grand opening of the new remodel. yukhei was more than excited this morning to attend, having been stuck at his father’s office for the past month working on the merger with your family.

“it’s very pretty,” you remark, your eyes once again finding mark’s figure. he speaks to na jaemin with a wide smile, his arm still snug around mina’s waist.

yukhei hums next to you. “chenle wanted to have dinner with us tomorrow night. i think jisung might tag along too. what do you think?”

you offer your best smile to him. “sounds great, yukhei.”

he beams back at you. you wish you could love yukhei as much as he clearly loves you. but no, your heart still lays with the man across the room.

“i’m going to go to the restroom,” you announce, handing him your champagne glass. he nods and after you step away, you hear kunhang approach him and ask him about how things are going at the company.

you need to breathe. you’re not trying to cause a scene of any kind like jaehyun thinks you are, but you need to be more loving and faithful to yukhei so that everyone is convinced by this sham of a marriage. mark plays his part well, and you need to do the same.

you’re staring at your reflection in the bathroom mirror when mina walks in, pausing at the sight of you. you know that mina knows what happened between you and mark that summer, considering mark couldn’t keep a secret to save his life.

she doesn’t say a word when she stands next to you, fixing her hair in the mirror. your fingers grip the sink as the silence passes, tension filling the air.

“i’m sorry.”

you refuse to look at her as she makes her apology.

“you have nothing to apologize for,” you mutter back to her. she shakes her head.

“i do. i wish things were different, i really do.”

you can hear the sympathy in her voice, but you don’t want any part of it. you’re grateful that mina understands in some way instead of revealing your secrets to yukhei, but the emotion is overpowered by the feeling of jealousy that mina gets to be the one to go home with mark at the end of the day.

you exit the bathroom with a heavy heart, trying to find yukhei in the midst of the crowd. you’re stopped by naeun, who smiles gently at you and pulls you to the side.

“are you alright?”

naeun has been engaged to your brother since she was seven, but the only difference between their relationship and yours was that naeun and jaehyun actually loved each other. naeun acted as a sibling to you, and you didn’t mind jaehyun telling her your secrets from time to time because she was so understanding. she was constantly checking up on you to make sure you and yukhei were doing alright. most of the time, yukhei was but you were not.

“i’m doing fine, naeun.”

she frowns at your lie. her eyes flit over to where mark is standing, mina rejoining his side.

“he doesn’t love her.”

you shake your head. “it doesn’t matter.”

you find yukhei next to xiaojun and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, causing his whole face to light up at your affection.

this is where you belong. you simply can’t afford to think otherwise.

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“i was thinking we could go to paris for your birthday. i know a few friends who live there.”

you smile at yukhei, who is eagerly leaning across the kitchen counter to speak to you. he looks like a kid on christmas day as he talks about your birthday plans.

you honestly didn’t want to do anything lavish this year. usually, your parents pay for some expensive trip as compensation for not giving a fuck about you. since you’re living on your own with yukhei now, they don’t really feel guilty anymore when they forget about you.

you’ve liked your past birthdays, most of them being spent in spain or italy. your favorite birthday was in athens, where jaehyun had first introduced you to mark.

you shake the thought out of your head to respond to yukhei.

“xuxi, i don’t really want to go anywhere this year. staying at home would be nice.”

he frowns. “that’s not fun! come on, this is the perfect time to take a vacation. we can go anywhere you’d like.”

you finish up the remains of your lunch and put the dishes in the sink. yukhei is adamant on following you out of the kitchen and into the living room. you lean down to pick up your laptop sitting on the couch but he stops you.

he has a serious gaze planted on his face and he sighs.

“i know you don’t really want to be married to me,” he whispers.

you avoid his stare. “what are you talking about?”

“i can see right through you, y/n. i’ve known you long enough.” he pauses, his fingers running over your hand gently. you still refuse to look at him, knowing you’ll only see the desperation in his eyes. “just give me a chance? i don’t want you to be stuck with me if you’re going to be unhappy.”

“i’m not unhappy, xuxi.”

“you are. i know you are.”

you exhale and he takes a step back from you so you can breathe.

“just let me throw you this party, okay? i promise it’ll be fun.”

and you feel bad. you feel awful because yukhei’s known this whole time that you’ve never loved him.

“okay.”

two weeks later, you find yourself in the heart of paris. yukhei made all of the arrangements fairly quickly, the both of you rooming in an apartment next to his friends, ten and yangyang. you know absolutely nothing about your party, and yukhei intends on keeping it that way.

he’s been doting on you since the plane landed in france, taking you to all of these art galleries and finding multiple bakeries to soothe your sweet tooth. you can tell yukhei is trying his hardest to change your mind, but everywhere you go, you see mark.

you see him as lovers pass by you, holding hands and smiling at one another affectionately. you see him as you gaze up at the eiffel tower, the lights shining down on your figure. you even see him when you look at yukhei, wishing mark was beside you instead.

you think back to that summer in greece when you first fell in love with him.

“you’re a little clumsy for a billionaire’s son, aren’t you?”

mark rolls his eyes at your teasing and you giggle. his cheeks redden as the both of you lean down to wipe up the coffee mark spilled all over the floor.

mark left the balcony door open so the breeze could flow inside but when a gust of wind throttled him, he spilled his morning coffee everywhere. he was such a klutz, yet you could never stay mad at him for long.

“the wind is really strong today, okay?”

you laugh again, throwing the soggy paper towels in the trash. you stand up and kiss him gently.

“you’re so silly.”

he grins, wrapping his arms around your waist. “but you love me anyway.”

you chuckle. “i guess i do.”

“so what do you think?”

you’re taken out of your daydream by the sound of yukhei’s voice. the both of you are sitting outside of a cafe, enjoying the gentle breeze of paris.

“sorry, what did you say?”

yukhei laughs softly at you. “about dropping by ten’s art gallery tonight? he’s been working really hard on his latest collection.”

“oh,” you murmur, breaking off a piece of the croissant yukhei bought you. “yeah, that sounds nice.”

he nods at your answer and takes a sip of his cappuccino. the two of you eat and drink in silence and although you find it comforting, you can tell his mind is swirling. he’s clearly troubled by your indifference to him. you’ve tried to make it better over the past few days, holding his hand and giving him kisses on the cheek here and there. he knows, however, that you don’t really mean it.

later that night, you slip on your favorite red dress from versace and pair it with some black louboutins. yukhei waits for you by the door, beaming when you approach him.

“you look beautiful,” he comments, sliding your jacket over your shoulders.

“thanks, xuxi.”

the car ride to the gallery is spent in silence, and you realize most of your interactions with yukhei consist of this now. you hate it because you and yukhei used to talk so freely, but you can tell he considers this trip to be a turning point in your relationship.

when you arrive at the venue, yukhei quickly jogs over to open your door for you, and you smile as you take his hand and step out of the car. you thank the driver and loop your arm through yukhei’s, walking slowly up the steps to the gallery.

“have fun tonight,” he murmurs to you. you furrow your eyebrows at his odd statement, but it all comes clear to you once yukhei swings open the door.

you’re drowned in a chorus of surprise! and you’re in shock by the sight before you. all of the people who run within your circle are gathered in this small art gallery, huddled together as streamers fall down from the ceiling.

naeun and jaehyun approach you first, both of them offering a hug.

“happy birthday!”

even though your birthday wasn’t for another two days, you figure this was part of the illusion of yukhei’s surprise.

“how did you guys get here?” you ask, still a little frazzled by everyone’s appearance.

naeun giggles at you. “xuxi arranged everything!”

“yeah, isn’t that nice of him?” jaehyun questions. you know what he’s implying, but you ignore it.

more of your friends envelop you into their arms, giving you happy birthday greetings or complimenting your appearance. you smile at all of them, accepting their kind words as you try to get through everybody. you feel a little overwhelmed by the attention but you do your best to thank everyone for coming.

it probably wasn’t a hassle for most of them to fly to paris on such short notice, given most of your friends like taking spontaneous trips anyway. you’re pretty sure yuta was just in new york yesterday with sicheng.

you lose yukhei again in the crowd, rina pulling you aside and asking how your romantic getaway with yukhei has been. all of your friends seem to buy into your blossoming relationship, and they have no reason not to.

��everything’s going great, rina,” you smile tightly.

she grins and clutches your arm. “it’s so sweet how he did all of this for you! i would die if i was in your place.”

you nod and laugh, ignoring the guilt pooling in your stomach. you know that no matter how nice yukhei treats you and how hard he tries to be the man you want, you can never love him the way he wants to be loved. you can never have what your brother and naeun have.

rina leaves you to get a glass of champagne and that’s when you hear him.

“happy birthday.”

your back stiffens. you can identify that voice anywhere. it’s the same voice that used to sing you to bed, strumming his guitar gently as his gentle hums lull you to slumber. it’s the same voice that asked you if you would wait for him when the seasons changed. it’s the same voice who whispered sweet nothings to you during those late nights when it was only you and him.

you turn around to look at him. mina’s right by his side, looking a little uncomfortable by the interaction.

he looks as handsome as ever — wearing a suit from armani’s latest collection. your eyes focus on the cufflinks he’s wearing, the same pair you bought him for his birthday two years ago.

his gaze is heavy and you feel trapped underneath it. was it possible for him to be your biggest daydream and your greatest nightmare all at once?

“thank you,” you clear your throat. “i’m glad you both could make it.”

you fail to decipher the look in his eyes. you feel as if time has stopped, and there’s no one else in the room except you and him. mina averts her gaze, feeling as if this is too intimate for her to see.

mark whispers delicately to you, but you swear that he’s screaming.

“we wouldn’t miss it.”

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it’s two hours later when you feel completely exhausted, walking outside to catch some fresh air. you’ve talked to yukhei only once since the party’s started. he’s been distracted by ten and yangyang, all three of them laughing and catching up with one another. you have no problems with this considering it’s the happiest you’ve seen yukhei in weeks.

you settle down on the outdoor steps, sighing softly and gazing at the night sky.

you hear the door open but you figure it’s just doyoung leaving early. he usually has morning meetings but he always makes sure to attend these gatherings for his friends.

you’re surprised when you catch mark in the corner of your eye, taking a seat beside you. you freeze, not really sure exactly what he’s doing.

“we could’ve made it work.”

you pause for a few seconds before responding.

“no, we couldn’t have.”

he chuckles and shakes his head, staring down at the concrete steps. you bring your knees up to your chest and rest your chin on top of them.

to have mark this close to you after so long — it felt both terrifying and freeing at the same time.

“we should’ve left,” he whispers. you hear the crack in his voice and you shut your eyes. “that night in plaka. we should’ve run away. you’re not supposed to be with him and i’m not supposed to be with her.”

“you’re wrong,” you murmur, feeling choked up already. “we were always meant to be with them. xuxi would’ve searched for me if i had left-“

“bullshit,” mark hisses, turning to face you now. you keep your eyes closed but you can feel his stare burning through the side of your head. “look at what yukhei’s done just to make you happy. you honestly think he wouldn’t let you go if he knew it’s what you wanted?”

you can feel a tear slip out and you sniffle, wiping it away frantically with the back of your hand. mark’s heart breaks at the sight of you crying.

“i don’t want to argue with you,” you whisper breathily. “what’s done is done. you get married to mina and i get married to yukhei. that’s how it was always supposed to go.”

you think mark will leave then, but he stays by your side, eyes staring up at the moon. you can hear the tremble in his voice the next time he speaks.

“i fucking miss you. i miss you so fucking much, you don’t even understand,” he says, hands balling up into fists. “i wish we could go back. remember that night we met in athens? you looked straight out of heaven, i swear. i knew i wanted you then. just like how i want you now.”

“stop,” you mutter. “stop saying those things.”

“why? it’s the truth,” he scoffs.

you feel a burst of anger flare in your chest. your eyes flutter open and you glare at him.

“you think i don’t miss you either? you think that that summer meant nothing to me? fuck, mark, i think about you all the goddamn time. i think about you when i’m supposed to be thinking about yukhei. when i’m supposed to be marrying him, not you.”

the door swings open again and you both turn to see who it is. yukhei walks out, his face confused by the sight of your teary eyes. he rushes over, leaning down and checking on you.

“hey, you okay? what happened?”

“nothing,” you smile at him, giggling a little to reassure him. “i just drank too much champagne. mark was out here comforting me.”

mark looks frustrated by your words, and he’s clearly not liking the fact that yukhei’s trying to take care of you. his hands are still balled into fists as he stands up. he puts on his best grin for yukhei to see.

“just wanted to make sure the birthday girl has a good time,” he assures. you watch as he walks back into the building, his figure disappearing into the sea of bodies.

“you sure you’re okay?” yukhei murmurs, checking you over again. he’s never really seen you cry and he’s honestly panicking a little on the inside.

you put on your best smile once again.

“i’m fine.”

—

“mark, this is my sister, y/n. y/n, this is mark.”

you smile at the man jaehyun has presented before you. you’re a little tipsy and you quickly adjust the birthday girl tiara that’s threatening to fall off your head. jaehyun laughs at your ridiculousness.

“nice to meet you, mark lee. my brother talks so fondly of his soulmate.”

mark chuckles out of embarrassment, the tips of his ears growing red. “ah, jaehyun just jokes about that.”

jaehyun rolls his eyes. “don’t act like we weren’t meant to be, mark.”

mark’s cheeks grow redder if it was even humanly possible. you giggle at his cute nature. jaehyun is soon whisked away by johnny, who is asking your brother to play beer pong with him. you snicker at their antics.

you’re left alone with mark, and to be perfectly honest, he’s a little awkward. a little too awkward to be a big shot ceo.

“aren’t you supposed to be the heir of lee enterprises?” you shout over the blaring music. it’s only fitting that jaehyun chose a raging club in athens as the venue for your party this year. you were genuinely having a good time, especially because you didn’t have to worry about pretending to be in love with yukhei — he couldn’t join the trip since he needed to step up to his duties at the company.

mark laughs at your question. “that’s my brother, taeyong! i’m just the stand-in second child.”

you smile at his joke. “same here! i’m the disappointment, jaehyun’s the looker!”

you both chuckle and you take a step forward, ignoring the way mark’s breath gets caught in his throat at your action. you lean up to whisper in his ear.

“wanna get out of here?”

you toss and turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep. yukhei grumbles next to you, having fallen asleep over a hour ago. you sigh and get up as quietly as possible, trying your best not to wake your fiancé. you succeed as yukhei doesn’t move an inch, still as a rock while he dozes on.

you move to the balcony connected to your bedroom, shutting the door quietly and taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs. it’s a little cold and you wrap your blanket tighter around yourself.

the party ended without a hitch tonight, most of your friends still laughing and drinking together when you and yukhei left. he was worried about you after he caught you outside with mark, but after repeatedly reassuring him that you were okay, he let it go.

you didn’t see mark after your conversation, and you assume he left quickly with mina to avoid doing something he would regret. you think about his words as you stare down at the small streets of paris. you can still hear people chattering even though it’s already 4am, most of them drunk and stumbling on their way back home.

your mind travels to the last night you spent with mark during that summer. he was begging you to leave with him, practically on his knees to try and convince you.

“just come with me. we can start a different life. we don’t have any ties to hold us down! jaehyun and taeyong will both take over our companies, they don’t need us to be there!”

you shake your head at his ludicrous idea. “are you insane? did you forget about mina? about yukhei? they’re both waiting for us to come home, mark.”

“i am home,” he says strictly, walking over to you and gently stroking your cheek. “i’m right here with you, and that’s the only place i need to be. we don’t need to do this to ourselves, baby. we don’t need to separate. let’s get on the next flight to wherever and start a new life.”

you push him away and sigh. “we can’t. i can’t do that to him.”

“do you love him?”

you narrow your eyes. “no, and you know very well that i never have. i’m just not going to be some asshole who leaves her fiancé and her family with no explanation whatsoever. we both knew this wasn’t forever, mark.”

he tugs at his hair, clearly frustrated with your stubborn nature.

“so you’re telling me that you’re going to go home and act like everything’s fine? you’re going to walk down the aisle and get married to yukhei and not think of me?”

you turn away from him, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill. realization is hitting you like a truck — this would have to be it. you can’t see mark again. everything that’s happened since the beginning of summer is coming to an end.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m going to do. i recommend you do the same.”

mark watches your back tremble as you refuse to face him. he exhales, running his hands down his face exasperatedly. minutes pass in complete silence, the only sound being heard are your small sniffles and mark’s occasional sigh.

“i love you,” he whispers. “i love you, and that’s not going to stop. i don’t care if i have to tell yukhei myself, but i’m going to make you realize it.”

the weight of mark’s words still linger in your mind. you ponder over the consequences if you do decide to leave yukhei. honestly, you didn’t want to break his heart. he’s always been so kind to you and understanding, despite your indifference towards him. he’s treated you that way since you two were younger. the only flaw about yukhei is that he loves you.

you wish you had one of those romance stories where you grew up with yukhei and fell in love with him when you both became adults. it would make everything so much easier if that were the case.

on the other hand, you couldn’t embarrass your family. your parents have worked so hard just to build the family business from the ground up. jaehyun’s been trained to step in as ceo since the day he was born, and the merger with naeun and yukhei’s family would bring your company’s profits through the roof. you couldn’t afford to lose yukhei and potentially damage the future of jung corporation.

you can’t decipher if you’re using these reasons as excuses. you’ve always been scared to go against your parents’s wishes. you were so young when they told you that you would be married to yukhei, and you’ve been raised to believe that everything they’re doing for you is for your own good.

maybe you really were a coward. you’re just afraid to fully take the leap with mark — to leave everything behind and be known as a disgrace to the rest of your family. mark was ready to sacrifice everything to be with you, but your cowardice prevented you from doing the same.

the door to the balcony opens and yukhei peers out, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“what are you doing out here?”

“couldn’t sleep.”

he joins you on the balcony, gently shutting the door behind him. he settles on the chair next to you. you both bask in the silence for a while before yukhei speaks up.

“have you been in love with mark for a long time?”

your head darts up, eyes widening at his question. you stare at yukhei but he doesn’t look at you, continuing to peer over the balcony.

“w-what- how did you-“

“you never cry,” he replies. “you only cry when you’re overwhelmed or seriously hurt. i’ve seen you drink at least seven glasses of champagne without ever tearing up. it also wasn’t hard to tell that mark wanted to murder me as soon as i came over to you.”

“yukhei,” you whisper. “i-“

“i know. you don’t need to be sorry. i should’ve known — you were always so dismissive and standoffish whenever we were at a party with the lee’s. you also weren’t the same when you returned from greece.”

you try to digest the fact that not only did yukhei know about you and mark, but he also knew you so well that he could tell something was off about you.

he takes a brief pause before asking his next question. “did you think i would be mad? that i wouldn’t let you be happy?”

you shake your head. “i just- i couldn’t disappoint everybody-“

he throws his head back and releases a throaty laugh.

“y/n, who gives a fuck about what anyone thinks? i’ve watched you be miserable over the past two years because you’re torturing yourself with this idea that you need to please everyone.” he turns to you and takes your hands in his. “i really do love you. more than i’ve ever loved anyone else. so that’s why i’m telling you that you need to find mark and be with him before it’s too late.”

“xuxi, it’s not that easy-“

“but it is!” he exclaims, trying to get you to see the bigger picture. “don’t you understand how easy it is? listen, the merger with your family is already ninety-five percent complete. there’s no way in hell my father is going to back out of this, especially after our stocks rose by a considerable amount last month. we don’t need to be married. our relationship was just the first step for both of our companies.”

your bottom lip trembles while you register all of the information he’s throwing your way. yukhei is telling you that you can be with mark now, you have nothing holding you back. everything would be perfect if you just weren’t so-

“scared,” you mumble. “i’m so scared, xuxi.”

“i know, i know you are,” he says, eyes staring at you in worry. “just talk to him. if he loves you, he’ll listen.”

—

when you come back home, you’re a little out of touch with reality. the first thing yukhei wants you to do is call mark but since you’re still trying to register everything, he lets you be.

he takes the guest room while you try to sort out whatever the fuck is going on in your head. you call naeun in the midst of your imminent breakdown, and she answers immediately.

“why can’t me and yukhei be like you and jaehyun?”

she’s a little startled by your question but she replies anyway.

“because you don’t love yukhei. you love mark.”

and it sounds so idiotic because you already knew this, but hearing someone else say it makes all the lightbulbs click.

“thanks, naeun.”

the first person you want to talk to is mina. you really don’t know mina well, the both of you simply acknowledging each other at parties. her brother, seungyoon, was the head of kang corporation and working on the merger with taeyong.

you’re in your head as you drive over to the kang household, fingers gripping the steering wheel while you try to think of what to say.

mina is surprised when she opens up the door to see your figure behind it. you both awkwardly stare at one another before you clear your throat.

“can we talk?”

she nods, stepping back to let you in. you two rest comfortably on the kang’s living room couch while one of the maids serves some tea for the both of you to drink. mina avoids your gaze but you can tell she is curious about why you’ve decided to visit.

“um,” you start off, trying to find the words to say. “i came over because i wanted to talk to you about mark.”

“oh. well, mark isn’t here,” she replies. “he hasn’t lived with me since he came back from greece.”

“oh,” you murmur, feeling embarrassed. you’re sure that mark’s living situation changed because of you. “i didn’t know that.”

she sighs. “y/n, i wasn’t lying that night when i told you i wished things were different. i don’t love mark and i know for sure he doesn’t love me. you’re all he can think about since that summer, and we only put on a good show for the cameras.”

you exhale. “i’m sorry. we shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially knowing you and yukhei were waiting-“

you’re surprised when mina throws her head back and laughs.

“i don’t care about that.” she comes over and sits next to you, looking into your eyes. “i actually love someone else just as mark loves you. i loathe this marriage as much as you do.”

you widen your eyes. “wait, what? who?”

mina blushes then, averting her gaze from you. she clears her throat.

“do you know the hwang family?”

you choke. “hwang hyunjin?”

her cheeks grow redder as she nods. she stares down at her feet while she speaks to you. “that’s not the point. i’m just saying that if you want to go to mark, by all means, i’m not stopping you. it would make him less grumpy.”

you laugh, feeling as if a big weight has been taken off your shoulders.

“thank you, mina.”

you head to lee enterprises on a mission, wearing mark’s favorite floral dress and the cartier necklace he bought you. you know he’s bound to be in the office right now, especially since taeyong is away in japan for business affairs.

you’re nervous as you can feel the stares of the company workers on you when you walk through the glass doors. you keep your head low and sigh when you get to the elevator, pressing the highest floor before anyone can get in with you.

you go over and over in your head what you plan to say to mark but you know you’re going to forget everything anyways the moment you see him. when the elevator doors open, you scan the area and try to identify where mark’s office is before anyone sees you.

you’re caught when jungwoo lays his eyes on you as he walks by.

“y/n?”

you laugh awkwardly. “uh, hey, jungwoo. do you happen to know where mark’s office is?”

he blinks twice, clearly surprised by your presence.

“yeah, um, his office is in the back. next to taeyong’s.”

“thanks,” you mutter, glancing at him one more time before scurrying away. you’re fully embarrassed now but you can’t afford to go back, not when you’ve made it this far.

you awkwardly enter the waiting room of mark’s office and his secretary, renjun, is shocked to see you.

“oh, hi y/n. did you have an appointment with mark?”

“not really,” you reply. “is he with someone right now?”

“well, no, but-“

“okay, great!” you beam at him, and renjun stutters when you knock on the door to mark’s office.

when you hear him call come in, you take a deep breath before opening the door.

mark is working diligently at his desk, head down as he shuffles through papers. you close the door so that renjun doesn’t hear anything. mark’s yet to look up at you, focused on the task at hand.

“what is it, renjun?”

“i’m a coward, and i’m sorry.”

mark’s head darts up at the sound of your voice, and he swears he’s dreaming.

there’s absolutely no way you’re standing in front of him right now. he stands up, pinching his leg to make sure he’s actually awake. you walk closer to him, trying to gather all of the courage you can muster.

“we should’ve run away together.”

he comes over to you, stumbling a little and almost tripping on one of the chairs, causing you to giggle. he stands in front of you but he’s lost on if he’s allowed to touch you. you smile and decide for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him gently.

mark digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you closer. the kiss quickly turns into something else as mark is greedily trying to get you as close to him as possible.

you pull away, slightly breathless. “don’t you want to know why i’m here?”

“i haven’t had you like this in two years, baby. i don’t really give a fuck about anything else right now.”

you end up pinned underneath him as he lays your body across his desk, desperate to get a feel of you. he stumbles as he quickly tries to find the phone and you watch him click a few buttons before renjun’s voice comes over the speaker.

“yes?”

“cancel everything today. you can go home early, renjun.”

“mark, you have that meeting with-“

he hangs up the phone, returning to pressing kisses against your collarbone. his fingers work on pushing up your dress so he can fully see the lacy underwear you’re wearing.

“mark,” you hiss, trying to get him to slow down so you can actually have a conversation with him. he’s rabid at this point, pulling down the top of your dress and attaching his lips to your mound. “mark, i wanted to let you know that i finally realized how stupid i was during that summer.”

he hums around your breast, flicking his tongue over your nipple. you moan and tug at his hair.

“mark, yukhei made me realize something.”

“please don’t talk about yukhei right now,” he murmurs, moving his attention to your other breast. “you’re so pretty, baby. did you wear this dress just for me? you know how much i like it. gives me easy access. remember when i fucked you in that alleyway in plaka?”

and you do remember. you were high on adrenaline that day and mark was absolutely mesmerized by the way your dress would bounce whenever you took a step. he was practically dying to get a taste of you and so you let him pound you ruthlessly in an empty alleyway. it didn’t end there either — he also fingered you in a cafe bathroom and let you ride his cock on the balcony of your shared apartment in athens.

let’s just say mark really liked this dress and you two were also very sexually active that summer.

“missed you, baby,” he murmurs. “haven’t fucked anyone else in two years.”

your eyes widen. “you haven’t fucked anyone in two years?”

he shakes his head. “can’t. only think of you.”

he moves up so that he’s face to face with you again. you rub your thumb over his cheek.

“i’m sorry. i love you. i wish i wasn’t so stupid.”

he laughs. “you’re not stupid. a little out of your mind, maybe.”

you whine when mark plays with the waistband of your underwear.

“aren’t we going a little too fast?”

he chuckles. “this is coming from the girl who rented a whole movie theater just so we could fuck in there all day.”

you narrow your eyes. “touché.”

soon enough, mark’s got your dress and underwear on the floor, his tongue lapping at your folds. you cry out, tugging fistfuls of his hair while he devours your pussy.

mark’s clearly clouded by lust and the office is filled with sounds of him slurping your juices. you try to give mark a warning that your orgasm is approaching fast, but he’s lost in his own world, eyes closed as he eats you out. you soar into your first orgasm and sob, bucking your hips up into mark’s mouth.

he groans when you cum, not stopping his relentless assault on your pussy. you whine from the overstimulation and try to push him away, but mark is persistent, using his hands to pin your thighs down to the table.

you forgot how much mark likes to see you cum. you remember being completely drained that summer in greece after mark pounded into you every night, desperate to see you fall apart over and over again.

you throw your head back when another climax builds just as quickly as the first. he pulls away from you and pushes a finger inside your weeping hole, curling it upwards.

“missed this pussy, baby,” he murmurs. “forgot how wet and tight you are. gonna take my cock later like a good girl?”

“yes, yes,” you chant, moaning when mark adds another finger.

“come on, baby. come on,” he whispers, picking up his pace and inserting a third finger. to throw you over the edge, he attaches his lips to your clit and sucks hard.

you thrash underneath his hold as your orgasm sweeps over your body, heightening your senses and throwing you deep into pleasure. you ride out your high on his fingers and when you whine again from the oversensitivity, mark stands up and unbuckles his belt.

you gasp when he lifts you off from the desk and drags you over to the large, glass windows that cover half of his office. you whimper when he presses you up against the glass.

you’re high enough to where the people walking on the sidewalk can’t see you unless they really looked, but the thrill still pulsates through your veins. you can’t even imagine what you look like — your breasts exposed and your dress bunched up at your waist.

mark’s grunting behind you, slacks around his ankles as he fists at his cock. you whine and arch your back, desperate to feel him fully.

“want me, baby?” he whispers in your ear. you shudder. “tell me how much you missed me.”

“m-missed you s-so much,” you blubber, pressing your hands up against the window. “fuck me mark, please.”

he slowly pushes into you and you cry at the stretch, feeling the burn in your throat. he soothes you through it, rubbing his thumb over your hip when he bottoms out. he gives you time to get adjusted, pressing small kisses against the curve of your spine.

“feel so good, baby. wet and snug around me, you fit like a fucking glove. did yukhei ever fill you this well?”

“i-i never f-fucked yukhei,” you reply.

the answer pleases him and he takes an experimental thrust into you. when you moan at the pleasure, mark turns into someone else.

you try your best to balance yourself on the glass while mark relentlessly pummels into you, pushing you further and further up the window. his hands move to cup your breasts and he licks at your neck, wanting to touch you everywhere.

“a-angel,” he hisses in your ear, the sound of his balls slapping against your clit filling the air. “my perfect little angel. little cock whore, aren’t you?”

you barely register his words and mark growls when he doesn’t receive an answer. his fingers grip your face and he brings you against his chest. you sob when the angle has him hitting you deeper.

“don’t wanna answer? been fucked too dumb to reply, baby? missed my cock, didn’t you?” you quickly nod at his questions, eyes rolling back as he constantly hits your sweet spot. “thought about you all the time. jacked off every single night to the thought of having you like this again. missed you so much.”

“m-missed you too, mark,” you mumble back to him.

his other hand moves down to stimulate your clit and you grip his wrist, your body going into overdrive. you convulse around his cock and you spasm around him, crying and whining while mark holds you firmly.

he moves the two of you so that he’s sitting in his office chair with you on top of him. you wail when he slaps your ass.

“ride me.”

despite your shaky legs, you follow his orders and build a steady pace on top of him. he watches as you swivel your hips and groans at how good you feel around him. you pick up your pace when the pleasure builds up in your tummy again. mark’s fingers dig into your hips as he tries to guide you up and down his cock. you grab his shoulders and move faster, bouncing on top of him.

you practically see white when you cream mark’s cock for the fourth time, wrapping your arms around him when your body goes limp. he gives you a few seconds to recover before thrusting into you.

you whine. “mark, i can’t.”

“don’t lie to me, baby.”

and you remember that mark’s seen you come at least seven times in one night, so he knows no feat is impossible.

he lazily fucks you to another orgasm and you let him use your body until he shoots ribbons of his cum deep inside you, groaning loudly as he empties out. he doesn’t stop until almost a minute later, giving you everything he has.

you can already feel some of his cum start to spill out but you and mark don’t care as you kiss each other gently. mark holds you close, not wanting to part from you any longer.

“what are we gonna do?” you ask him quietly.

“about what?”

you roll your eyes. “about our engagements! and the company’s merger too.”

“i’m sure mina would be more than happy to be engaged to hyunjin, and i can talk about the merger with taeyong. i’ll make it work, baby, don’t worry. how about yukhei?”

“he’s the one who told me to come to you.”

“huh,” mark hums. “maybe he isn’t that bad.”

“he isn’t! you’re just jealous,” you murmur.

“can’t help it. i love the prettiest girl alive.”

“you’re spending too much time with johnny.”

he smiles and kisses you.

“we’re going to be together, baby. i’ll make sure of it.”

—

“merci, bonne journée à toi aussi!”

the young man at the bakery smiles and waves at you as you exit. you carefully place the cake you ordered in the back of your car, making sure it’s safely tucked away before driving off.

you hum lowly to the sound of the music vibrating through the speakers. it isn’t long before you reach your apartment, quickly parking and unloading everything inside.

you get to setting the cake up immediately, lighting the candles and clearing the kitchen counter. you jump a little when you hear the familiar click of the front door.

“y/n?”

“in here!” you call, quickly holding the cake up in your hands as mark walks into the room. “happy birthday!”

he grins at you, laughing as he walks over. you sing a horrible rendition of the birthday song to him but mark loves it anyways, giving you a kiss on the lips before blowing out his candles. you cheer for him and smile, placing the cake safely back down on the counter.

“thank you, baby,” he hums, kissing your temple. “i love it.”

you and mark moved to paris shortly after reuniting. as soon as taeyong returned from his business trip, mark worked day and night to try and get the merger with mina’s family to go through. mina’s father was at first appalled by mark’s decision to leave his daughter but once he learned of mina’s own relationship with hyunjin, he agreed to keeping the merger. knowing the company was in safe hands with taeyong, mark had no qualms about leaving.

yukhei was able to successfully merge his and your family’s company without letting anyone know of your relationship problems. your last conversation with him still leaves your mind dizzy, but you’re grateful to him for everything he’s done for you.

“you don’t deserve this, xuxi. i’m sorry for not being who you wanted me to be.”

yukhei shakes his head, leaning back in the dining room chair. he knows you leave for paris tomorrow to start your new life with mark, and he doesn’t want you to feel guilty about anything.

“you have nothing to be sorry about. i’m just glad you’re finally happy. i’ve never seen you like this before.”

you smile shyly. “yeah, i guess i’m acting a little different now. i hope you could visit us in paris someday.”

he smiles. “count me in. don’t forget to add the wedding invitation.”

jaehyun was a little more reluctant on letting his baby sister run off with one of his friends to a different county. naeun was able to soothe most of his worries and your departure was one of the first times you’ve seen jaehyun cry.

it was also the first time you’ve seen him threaten mark.

now, you and mark live a peaceful life in france. given most of your inheritance was cut in half due to your strike of ‘rebellion against the family,’ mark found a small job producing music at a local recording studio and you took to practicing what little business knowledge you acquired from your parents by investing in some new homes around paris.

you were living the life you always wanted with mark, and you couldn’t be happier.

you’re interrupted from your thoughts by the feeling of mark sliding his hands up your shirt.

“i think i know what i want for my birthday present.”

you laugh and kiss him, letting the birthday boy take you the way he wants.

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tenswrld · 4 years ago

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told you so

yangyang x reader, fluff

summary: you like yangyang and ten tries to convince you that he likes you back.

a/n: soooo sorry that it’s been so long LOLLL but hopefully i’ll get back into writing now that it’s summer ^^

“give me one reason why i should believe you.”

ten frowned at you. “what? you don’t trust me?”

“of course i trust you, but how do you know for sure? i don’t want to risk it.” you slapped ten gently on the shoulder when he continued to frown at you. “don’t look at me like that, it’s not going to help your case.”

ten erased the frown from his face and rolled his eyes, flipping onto his back with a loud groan. “my two babies like each other and are too stupid to realize it. you guys drive me nuts.”

you laughed and threw a pillow at him. “shut up. and we’re not your babies. i’m not your cat, weirdo.”

***

both you and yangyang were busy college students, but even then you two always made time for each other. whether that was rushed lunches in the quad, or childhood movies at each others dorms at 2 am. you considered him your closest friend, and he considered you his own. you basically already acted like a couple, the only thing that was missing was the label (and kisses, of course).

ten wasn’t sure if the two of you were scared, oblivious, or stupid, so he settled with assuming that you were all three. even mark could see that you two liked each other, and he was slow to pick up on things.

when ten decided that convincing you wasn’t going to work, he turned his attention back to yangyang. yangyang held a bit more confidence than you did, but ten knew it would diminish the moment he found out there was the slightest chance that you liked him back.

it made ten want to slam his head into a wall.

“yangyang, why would i lie to you? do you think i want to see you humiliate yourself?” ten sighed, clearly very frustrated.

yangyang shrugged. “i mean, i wouldn’t be surprised.” at this, ten rolled his eyes. “but seriously there’s, like, no way y/n likes me back. she probably likes mark, or something, and you’re trying to fool me.”

ten took hold of yangyang’s shoulders and stared him dead in the eyes. “if i’m wrong about this i’ll buy you food for a week.”

yangyang drew back from ten and raised a brow, saying, “either you’re serious or way too into a prank, dude.”

ten hung his head in exhaustion, sighing. “oh my god, i can’t stand this anymore. forget my deal, you’re stupid.”

yangyang pouted as ten walked away, slightly offended by his comment. “rude,” he grumbled under his breath.

***

yangyang bounced his knee up and down, his gaze continuously flickering back and forth between the clock on the wall and his paper. the two of you had planned to have lunch together since you hadn’t been able to hangout for the past few days, and yangyang was insistent on being on time. he wasn’t sure why, but his hands seemed to be sweatier than usual and his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the thought of seeing you again.

he shook his head as if to get himself to stop thinking about you, mumbling to himself, “god, what is wrong with me?”

he nearly jumped out of his skin when a mutual friend of his, jaemin, tapped on his shoulder. jaemin stared at him in amusement and took a small step back. “my bad, didn’t mean to scare you. you okay?”

yangyang chuckled awkwardly and said, “yeah, sorry, i just spaced out. what’s up?”

jaemin leaned on the desk in front of yangyang casually. “you’re friends with y/n, right?”

yangyang tensed at his question, fearing where this conversation was going. “uh, yeah, why?”

“do you think you could get me her number?”

yangyang blinked at him before quickly clearing his throat, realizing he had been staring like an idiot. “...can’t you, like, get it from her yourself?”

the corners of jaemin’s lips curled up into a small smile. he shrugged, saying, “i could, but asking you saves me the trouble.”

yangyang sat there stumbling over his own words before directing his attention to his classmates leaving the classroom. using this as his chance to escape, yangyang stood abruptly.

“i’ll get back to you on that...eventually. i got to go, so...bye!” yangyang said to jaemin, flashing him a fake smile before dashing out of the room.

yangyang couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the thought of jaemin having a crush on you, but he tried his best to convince himself that wasn’t the case. whether it was because he was nervous or because he didn’t want to be late, yangyang picked up his pace and sent you a text telling you that he was on his way.

you sat patiently on the grass under a tree that you and yangyang had unofficially called your “spot”, jumping when yangyang fell into the spot next to you. he was panting slightly, but still had a bright smile on his face.

“did you run? why are you out of breath?” you asked while laughing at how he tried fixing his hair.

“didn’t want to keep you waiting, i guess,” yangyang huffed out. your cheeks warmed up at the comment, making you look down in embarrassment. to distract yangyang from seeing your flushed expression, you turned to grab the food from your bag.

just like any other time that you two would have lunch together, you cracked jokes and took stupid pictures, enjoying each other’s company for as long as you could. moments like these made you forget that you and yangyang were just friends, which meant that the reality check at the end of the day hurt a lot more.

“hey, do you know jaemin?” yangyang asked suddenly.

“na jaemin?” you nodded at yangyang and said, “yeah, he might be in a class or two of mine. why?”

“just curious. what do you think of him? is he, like, cool or anything?” yangyang asked nervously. he turned away and mentally slapped himself. you sound so stupid right now.

to his relief, you replied, “i don’t know him very well, so i wouldn’t know. he seems quiet.”

yangyang hummed in reply. you chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “what? you got a crush on him?”

yangyang rolled his eyes playfully and scoffed. “oh, shut up.”

you laughed before checking your phone and sighing. “shit, i gotta get going. sorry to cut it short, yang.”

yangyang waved you off and stood up, offering you a hand to pull you up which you gratefully took. “no worries, i’m glad we got to do this today.” he almost melted when you shot him a smile.

“me too. see you later, okay?” you waved him goodbye as you walked away.

yangyang sighed and shook his head as soon as you left, the thought of you and jaemin refusing to leave his mind. he grumbled to himself, “grow a pair and confess, yangyang, come on.”

***

“well, now i’m sure he doesn’t like me, ten,” you said into your phone as you laid on your bed, facing your ceiling.

“what? why?” ten’s voice rang throughout your small dorm room.

“he kept asking me about na jaemin, i think he’s trying to set me up with him, or something.” you frowned at the thought.

“no! he is definitely not trying to do that.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “how would you know?”

“because i told jaemin to ask him for your number. i thought that yangyang would stop being a pussy and confess but i can tell that didn’t go as planned,” ten said. you could almost hear his sheepish smile.

had ten been here, you would’ve strangled him. “why are you so invested in my love life?”

“y/n, without me you don’t have a love life. be grateful that i’m even trying to help you out here.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “well you’re not doing a very good job.”

“and you are? excuse me, but you’re just as much of a pussy as yang,” ten laughed through the phone. “quit pissing me off and tell him you like him already before he comes crying to me about how he thinks you and jaemin are going to start dating. i gotta go, louis turned on my stove and might burn down the place.”

you laughed lightly. “alright, talk you later. and keep your nose out of my business!”

after you hung up you sat on your bed and stared blankly at the wall of your dorm. typically you tried not to listen to ten as it only ever got you in trouble, but you decided that maybe this time he was right. if he was going through all this trouble, he couldn’t have been lying, right?

right?

***

much to ten’s dismay, he seems to have been right about yangyang and his whining.

“no, like, you don’t understand. he totally likes her. and he’s na jaemin. there’s like no way she wouldn’t like him back! i would have a crush on him too, bro.” ten shook his head at the way yangyang sat glumly on his bed, combing his bangs over his eyes.

“do you ever listen to what i tell you? i have been telling you for several weeks that she likes you. you and your idiotic self,” ten said while shoving his shoulder to get his attention. “and if you don’t listen to me this time, i will make sure that her and jaemin start dating just so that i can see you writhe in pain.”

“that’s so low, dude,” yangyang mumbled into his pillow which he had shoved his face into.

“low like your game with girls. now go get her flowers and confess!”

***

“she liked tulips right? come on yangyang, you should know this,” yangyang mumbled to himself. in his hands was a bouquet of followers which he has just bought you as well as a bag full of a few of your favorite things.

he was tripping over himself as he walked over to your dorm, his palms sweaty and his throat dry from anxiety. before he could open the door to your dorm complex, he stopped and stood at the base of the stairs.

“does she even like tulips? should i go back? oh my god, can i shut up and go?” yangyang argued with himself.

before he even had the chance to turn around and bail, your voice had called out to him, making him freeze.

“yangyang? what are you doing here?” you asked.

he turned around to see you with a large stuffed animal in your arms and a small bag that was similar to the one he was holding.

“y/n! oh my god!” yangyang wasn’t sure of what to say or do but he could see your gaze flickering from the flowers in his hands back to his nervous gaze. he saw the corner of your lips curl up into a small smile and felt his worries slowly ease away.

“i’m guessing ten talked to you too?” you chuckled, making your way towards him.

yangyang laughed nervously. “um, yes, quite aggressively too.” he held the tulips in his hands out to you. “i got these for you. you do like tulips, right?”

you smiled and nodded. “of course i do. you know me so well,” you teased. you handed over the stuffed animal to which yangyang gladly took into his arms. “i remember you talking about how badly you wanted this one from the store so i went and bought it for you.”

“thank you, i love it.”

the two of you looked at it each other for a moment before breaking out into bright smiles that you seemed to be unable to control. yangyang hesitantly took your hand into his own before brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“i really like you,” he said softly.

“i know,” you laughed when he frowned and rolled his eyes. placing a kiss on his cheek you said, “i really like you too.”

“is it okay if i kiss you?” yangyang mumbled. you nodded excitedly, but before you could share your first kiss, yangyang’s phone buzzed.

0/10

have you confessed or not i have jaemin with me right now

yangyang scoffed at the text making you furrow your brows in confusion. “who is it?”

“just ten. come here, i need to send him a picture of us.”

“for...what?”

“for proof!”

“proof? proof for wh-“

“i’ll explain later, just come here.” yangyang wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your cheek, catching you by surprise. “and....sent! now back to that kiss...”

you shoved him at the sight of him wiggling his eyebrows making him laugh. “just shut up already.”

“if you say so,” yangyang sang.

you both smiled into the kiss, knowing that the both of you had been waiting for this moment forever, giggling when you finally pulled away. yangyang caressed your cheek gently before pulling out his phone to check ten’s reply.

0/10

told you so!!!!!

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kay-rot · 4 years ago

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yangyang skater au

pairing: yangyang x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: bullet fic, fluff

warnings: strong language but that's to be expected

summary: when yangyang thinks he's a good teacher

a/n: i've had this idea since his skating video came out it just took me wayyy to long to write

Yangyang teaching you how to skate????

More likely than you think

This man would beg you to let him teach you

“I want to show you a part of my childhood,” he says with that puppy dog face he knows you can’t resist

And so, with a heavy sigh, you pack your stuff from the air conditioned Wayv dorms and head to a near-by skate park

(You receive a “don’t die” from Hendrey and a small wave along with a stressed smile from Kun on your way out)

The walk to the park isn’t long, and Yangyang swinging your joined hands together from excitement calms your racing heart a bit

He’s talking about all these different techniques he knows with terminology that flies over your head

“Do you skate goofy or regular? Would you prefer a regular board or a longboard? Actually, I only use a longboard so that’s what you’re going to use”

Once you arrive at the park, you both kinda realize what your doing

“Wow, this is where I die,” you think

Whereas Yangyang’s thoughts differ, “Wow, I’m going to be a great teacher.”

Coincidentally, both of you are wrong

The park is empty (thank god for weekdays) save for a couple of kids who decided to skip school for the day

With them taking up the other side of the park, the sound of boards scrapping on ramps and pipes fills the air, you and Yangyang occupy the “beginner friendly” side

“Ok, so, like, we need to figure out which foot you’re going to use to hold your balance, and which foot you’re going to use to, like, kick off with,” Yangyang says slowly as he sets the board on the floor

“Okay,” you respond, “how do we figure that out?”

He grabs both of your hands, holding them securely, “you trust me right,” he asks, face serious

“Of course,” you respond, “I would not be letting you teach me how to skate if I didn’t”

“Okay good,” he drops your hands, “I need you to turn around then”

“Why do I need to turn around,” you respond quickly, skeptical already of what Yangyang has planed

“Hey! I just asked if you trusted me,” he whines, “c'mon, I wanna get you on the board at least by sundown”

You huff out, “ah fine whatever,” and turn with your back facing him

“Listen,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, “I don't see what this has to do with me learning how to- WOAH”

You stumble forward, regaining your balance before turning around to look at Yangyang, shock evident on your face

“You,” you pause, “YOU PUSHED ME,” you shout, no doubt gaining the attention of the other skaters

“WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING PUSH ME WITH NO WARNING YOU ASSHOLE,” you continue to shout, marching your way towards him

Yangyang backs up with his hands in the air, “wait, wait, hold on,” he pleads, “if you can let me explain,” he says with a small smile on his face

“Ah yes,” you let out dramatically, “let the man who shoved me with no warning explain his actions, yes go,” you wave your arm out, “the floor is yours”

He lets out a small laugh, “god you’re even more dramatic than Ten,” he says, “ as I was trying to say before you started shouting at me, I was trying to figure out which way you would stand on the board,” he explains

“Again,” you reiterate, “why does shoving me help you figure that out”

“Because, the foot that you used to catch yourself is the one that will stay on the board to hold your balance,” he explains, “that foot holds most of your balance then”

You stay silent, analyzing his explanation, squinting your eyes at him you say, “you better be right about that or I’ll cuddle with Leon instead of you tonight,” you threaten

He lets out a dramatic gasp, putting his hand over his heart, “you wouldn’t dare”

You shrug your shoulders, “prove that you’re right than,” you challenge him, “what foot did I use to save myself with”

A blinding smile takes over his features, “your right foot,” he exclaims, pointing to it, “you ride goofy, exactly like me!”

Your head tilts to the side, a bemused look on your face, “and I assume that’s a good thing for you”

“That's amazing for me,” he exclaims, “makes it easier to teach you,” he shrugs, “now, time to put you on the board”

He bends down, making sure the board is facing the correct way, than stabilizing the board with his foot on top, “c’mon,” he says, reaching for you hand

You roll your eyes, “okay okay, let’s get this over with,” you say grabbing his hand, walking over until the board is the only thing between you

“Okay,” he says reassuringly, “I need you to know that I promise you will not fall while I’m holding you,” he emphasizes, “you won’t be able to learn if your afraid of the board”

“Yangyang I’m pretty sure I won’t be afraid of a long piece of wood on wheels,” you say confidently, “can I get on it now?”

He laughs, an amused look on his face, “yeah sure, okay hotshot hop on”

He holds his arms out, instructing you to hold onto his forearms in order to find your balance

With a deep breath, you place your right foot where Yangyang tells you to…

And you immediately feel the boards shift a little too much for your liking

With a small sound of distress, you buckle a little and tighten your grip on Yangyang’s arms, steading yourself on you left foot which is still on solid ground

“Not so confident now are we,” he teases, secretly placing his foot in front of the back wheels that he may or may not have forgotten to put there in the first place to properly secure the board

“Shut up okay,” you spit back, “unlike you, my face isn’t insured by a multi-million dollar company so I’d rather not break it”

He rolls his eyes, “my face is not insured,” he pauses, “at least I don’t think it is,” he furrows his eyebrows looking off to the side in thought

“Hey that's not the point right now,” you say, catching his attention, “I’m trying not to die here so could you please help me”

“Alright alright, quit complaining I got you,” he says quietly, “let's give it another try, just a little slower”

Taking another deep breath, you adjust your right foot, and quickly place your left foot behind it a little further down the board

With a death grip on Yangyang’s arms, you let out a shocked chuckle, surprised you have not managed to break and/or bruise anything yet

“See, you got it,” Yangyang praises, “how do you feel? good?,” you nod , “okay good,” he continues, “how about we try moving yeah?”

“Can we stay here for just a sec,” you say timidly

He nods, “yeah sure, no problem”

And so you do. You spend a couple of seconds, close to a minute or two on the board, getting used to the feeling of the board beneath your feet, softly swaying with every shift of your weight

“Don’t lock your knees okay,” he whispers, “you’ll fall if you do that, try bending them a bit, like you’re playing baseball,” he finishes, “yeah, just like that, perfect”

You squeeze his arms bit, letting him know that your ready to attempt moving

“Are you sure your ready,” Yangyang questions, “I don’t want you to be too nervous”

“I’m good,” you say, reassuring him, “let’s get a move on now, by the time we’re done I’ll be skating circles around you”

He lets out a loud laugh, one that builds up in the stomach and shakes the whole body

And unfortunately for you, he is was the only thing that is keeping you stable

The board shifts aggressively from under you, causing Yangyang to move his foot that is keeping the board in place so it doesn’t get completely run over

You barely register the board shooting forward when you panic and attempt to step off towards Yangyang

With a yelp, Yangyang stumbles backward, and with his grip tightening on your arms, he takes you down with him

You both fall onto the concrete below, Yangyang taking the brunt of the impact

Chest to chest, nose to nose, you lock eyes,,,,

And immediately burst into laughter

You rest your head on his shoulder, bodies both still shaking with small aftershock giggles

Yangyang puts his hand on the back of your head while you two are catching your breaths, trailing his hand down until its rubbing up and down your back

“Well,” Yangyang says still out of breath, “seems like you won’t be skating any laps around me anytime soon”

Smacking his chest, you lift yourself off of him, offering him a hand to help get him off the ground, “yeah sure, just you wait,” you say when he stands back up, “once I put in a little more practice, you’re gonna wish you never wanted to teach me”

With another chuckle, Yangyang grabs his board, “yeah yeah okay, I’ll believe it when I see it”

He turns to the sky, noticing the sun has gone down significantly since you’ve been at the park

“We should start heading back,” he says walking towards you, “I’ll finish showing you another time okay,” he finishes, holding his hand out to you

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say grabbing his outstretched hand

The two of you walk back to the Wayv dorms, with Yangyang swinging your joined arms back and forth, skipping away from the park, the sound of laughter circling around you

When you two arrive, you immediately crash on the couch in front of the air conditioner

Ten walks about of his room, “how was it,” he asks, but after seeing you laid out on the couch, he turns to Yangyang, “did you actually kill them”

“No,” Yangyang responds, “their just being dramatic-”

“Don’t listen to him Ten he almost killed me,” you cut him off

“You’re the one who fell on me,” he shouts back

“You’re the one who promised I wouldn’t fall,” you point out

“Okay okay,” Ten laughs, “c’mon we’re about to order food, let the rest of the guys pick their sides”

(Ten turns to you when Yangyang walks away, “I’m totally on your side by the way”)

And with that, your skating adventures with Yangyang begin

Not in the most perfect way, but as long as Yangyang is there to hold you, riding on the board doesn’t seem as intimidating

#liu yangyang #liu yangyang x reader #liu yangyang bulletpoint #liu yangyang fluff #liu yangyang fanfic #liu yangyang imagine #yangyang x reader #yangyang fic #yangyang x you #wayv x reader #wayv imagines #nct x reader #yangyang imagines #nct imagines #yangyang skater au

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chonloniiim · 4 years ago

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[11:56pm] "Yangyang, can we talk?" You approached him the moment he arrived at your shared apartment.

"I'm tired." He replied, not even sparing you a glance, too busy with his shoes and continued his way in.

"But this is serious. You always tend to brush me off." You were running out of patience.

"We'll talk tomorrow."

"No. I want to talk now." You were angry by now.

Yangyang scoffed, and looks at you. "Come on Y/N. Stop being immature." He commented.

"Immature?" You softly replied, quite taken aback. Tears now brimming your eyes.

Yangyang was oblivious of how hurt you were because of what he said. "Yes, you are. We won't be having an argument in the first place if "the talk" can wait until tomorrow."

You forced yourself not to break down right then and there. "Do you still even consider me as your girlfriend at this point? You barely even have time to spend with me nowadays. I completely understand you're tight on schedule given the nature of your work. But everytime you're home, you still spend your little free time playing games with the guys until the early wee hours the next day. And by the time I wake up, you're already gone. How do you think that would make me feel?" You finally vented out your frustrations at him.

Yangyang has his frustrations too, but he chose to just dismiss it, thinking you're being too emotional at the moment. "Your emotions are acting up. Take a rest and we'll talk about it tomorrow." And he just silently went to take a shower.

"You're unbelievable." You scoffed, disappointed at his lack of response.

After bawling your eyes out, curling up on the bed, Yangyang indeed never came in to console or comfort you at least. Just as you thought, he was passed out in front of his computer after playing games with the guys.

You have been feeling lonely for weeks now. You felt that your relationship got toxic. You two always fight with just everything and the lack of response to solve it from Yangyang's side is slowly eating you up. It was hurting you, unbeknownst to Yangyang.

With a heavy heart, you quietly packed up your bags. You are running away from all of this. You decided to save yourself from a much more hurtful damage that could possibly occur in the future.

Nearing the door, you debated whether to check up on him for the last time, but you went against it. Instead, you left something on the kitchen counter for him. "Goodbye, Yangyang. I love you, always."

Early morning came and Yangyang stirred up from his sleep. He stretched his aching body after falling asleep in an uncomfortable position on his gaming chair. He looked at the clock and he saw that it's already 6 in the morning.

He lazily walked into your shared bedroom to see if you're still sleeping, he knows it's too early for you to wake up at this hour.

His drowsiness washes off when he was welcomed by an empty bed, instead of your peacefully sleeping form that he's used to see every morning. He decided to check the bathroom for any signs of you, he checked the living room too, basically everywhere, but the results were futile. You were nowhere to be found. He was panicking and worry is etched on his face.

He slumped down on one of the chairs in the kitchen, raking his brain to where you could have gone. Just then, something caught his eye. There, sitting on the kitchen counter, was your ring. The all too familiar promise ring he had given you on your first anniversary.

Realization finally dawned upon him. Just to be sure, he went back to your shared bedroom and opened up the cabinets, only to be once again, empty of your things.

You left him. And he knows it was his fault. He has no one else to blame, but himself.

His legs gave out as if they were noodles and slumped down on the ground. "I'm sorry Y/N. I'm sorry." He chanted again and again, but it was too late.

#nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #wayv yangyang #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #yangyang #wayv x reader

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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Will you do a dating headcanons for WayV? I love the 127 one!

Yayy I'm so happy you loved that one😌 its honestly one of my favs that I've written on this blog :)

ᴡᴀʏᴠ ʙғ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴ

Kun

Possibly the only normal boyfriend in wayv

He actually treats you like the members because he's just so used to it

But he's nicer and more lenient

Though if you start acting up he just stares at you until youre like 'lmao jk~"

Everyone sees how whipped he is and are always making fun of him as he tries to ignore it

"Kuns a whore for y/n!!!"

"Shut the fUCK UP LUCAS!!"

Kuns always babying you too >:(

Just loves to spoil his baby for no reason

Would actually get the most expensive clothing for you just because you stared at it longer than 5 seconds

Aways says he can get you anything since he has the money and you're like "baby, no save up😀✋"

And hes like "baby, yes heres some clothes😀✋"

Kuns the type to actually bring you onto his insta lives whenever he's bored

So hes like "y/ns here again!"

But the thing is people watch his lives for you😐

Jk jk

Nah most fans are super supportive though

Hes only once called someone out for being rude and until then, no ones messed with you

Kuns lowkey scary

He can be very assertive when he needs to with you but its nothing too serious

You find it hot dont lie

Ten

Hes like a mix of haechan and jaehyun (if yall have read the 127 one)

Hes very touchy but won't hesitate to bully you

In a nice way shh

He wouldn't actually be mean :)

Buttt like if you did something embarrassing, hes gonna bring it up everyday up until you die

"This bitch knocked over a vending machine rip" hed say at you're funeral when yall are like 94

No but he's kind

And so cute around you

Calls you baby all the time

Thats like his thing

Imagine how he calls yangyang baby yangyang, now its baby y/n

Some members find his cuteness disgusting but you're like 😍🥰😘

Teaches you some dances no matter if you're good or bad

He'll also praise you for trying and doing a good job

Also sneaks in some touches because, like I said hes touchy

And clingy cuz why not

Hes always on top of you, kissing you, or just playing with your hair for the fun of it

If a member says something to him about it, he goes "ok and ? you jealous i don't kiss you like I kiss y/n?"

Just give him lots of attention cuz he's like a cat

Catboy ten is vibing

Winwin

Since he doesn't like pda too much, hes not going to do it a lot

He doesn't care if you initiate it though, in fact, he thinks its very cute

Sicheng knows its because you're a bit needy for his touch since he doesn't do it so he won't mind

Once in a blue moon he'll just walk over to you and kiss you suddenly

Then he steps away, blushing cuz he doesn't know what came over him

"Why did you get a kiss from him?? What the fuck!?"

"Because I'm his girlfriend, yuta🧍‍♂️"

"But did you marry him like I did? Didn't think so."

The amount of times his members actually glared at you because yall kissed is immaculate

But its funny cuz you made them jelly

Sichengs easily embarrassed by little acts of kindness or if you give him a small compliment

He laughs it off and puts his head down as he blushes but its cute asf

Bruh pinch his cheeks, like sometimes he's like 'oh fuck off' but most of the time he's like scrunching his face so adorably.

His patience is also pretty low so listen to him

Hes not afraid of showing hes angry or annoyed with you

His face just goes stone cold and you know your fucked up

Like wtf happened to the cutie that let you punch his cheeks

Other than that though hes a big baby boy

Lucas

Oh this goofy ass would be fun to date

Its just a bunch of laughing and giggling

You cannot even sleep in the same bed without wanting to either punch him or laugh

And though yall do laugh a lot, you're actually very madly in love with each other

Lucas is very nice and will not stand for anyone messing with his girlfriend

Hes possessive but not in a toxic way

Its more of him wanting to keep you safe

He'll also makes sure you both are happy all the time and if you guys need a break then you'll take a break for a bit

Moving on to some fun stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You and him have like daily rap battles

It goes back and forth in different languages and its funny hearing it

Members laugh every time Lucas goes "y/n...rap time!!!"

Another thing is Lucas can't keep his hands off you in anyway

Your hips? Free real estate

Your ass? His hands go there

The back of your neck? Seems like a nice place to grab every so often

Like he has so many places that he holds you by and its completely normal

Hes always saying stuff like "God, im so handsome." Then says "and you're so hot, no wonder why we are dating."

And you kinda just sit there like "yeah sure go off king🧎‍♀️"

There's no way he can go a day without complimenting you once

Its either your face, legs, ass, boobs, arms, hands, hair, this bitch could go off

And of course he expects it back, dont make him sad

"I complimented you twenty times today and I didn't get a compliment back what the fuck y/n😐"

".....you're hair looked really good today, I love the color."

"Oh my God really😳!? Thanks babe🥰, at first I wasn't sure i was gonna li-"

Just compliment him, it'll be ok

Xiaojun

The nicest person ever istg

Hes not normal in any way though but he's just really sweet

Will definitely make fun of you but not as bad as ten

Is such a bitch sometimes in a funny way

Just feels like complaining for no reason and you're like "i'm tryna watch a movie luv...."

Nah but he's amazing

Gets you a bunch of gifts whenever he feels like it

Sings for you if you ask

Jokingly says no sometimes just to see you pout but he'll do it regardless

Get him a gift and hes gonna refuse with the cutest smile while your just forcing it into his hands

Anything you give him is the most precious thing to him even if its stupid

Hes so in love omg

Bruh you guys in public is just adorable because this kid is shy but wants to hold your hand so bad

So hes like hesitating and so are you

Then bitch ass hendery comes in and grabs both of your hands and places it in each other's before he walks away with a smile

So now you're both walking with flushed cheeks but at least yall are holding hands

You can thank hendery for that

Hendery

My guy is a mix of loving, funny, and stupid

Hes so fun to be around though like there's never a dry conversation with him

Unless the room in awkwardly quiet or something

But then again you'd probably start laughing because he's so uncomfortable in silence

Is always lowkey judging you if you do something cute

Even though he asked you to do it

So you just glare at him after

Ask him to act cute and he'll do it without hesitation but its so funny

His eyes scream help but the rest of his face is normal

Omg yall compliment and roast each other on a daily

Its nothing too bad like how otherd would be but its something

You and hendery go shopping almost all the time even though yall don't get anything

You just kinda stare at the things saying "thats cute" then walk away, never batting an eyelash at it again

Some members would even say that henderys the same as he is with them, with you

Just more lovey

And more kisses

Ooo and hes also gentle

Especially if your just going for a kiss, hes always softly holding your hips or cheeks

Holding hands is an absolute must in public too or he fake crys

Actually let him cry cuz its hilarious to the rest of wayv and you

Jk no hold his hand cuz they're warm <3

Hes gonna swing his and your arm back and forth too while skipping because ✨priorities✨

You better skip along

Yangyang

Haechan but make him chinese

No seriously, go back to what I wrote in 127's headcannon and thats basically what's gonna be here

Except yangyangs less bratty

Don't get me wrong hes still a brat but not haechan level of brat

He'll dead ass let you sleep with him just to push you off and laugh at you after

Would go for a kiss then blow in your face

You guys are more of bffs though but not because you kiss and do other shit together

Pranks!!

Omg

Always pranking the members with him

Its the funniest thing if its on kun and no one knows why

Sometimes ten joins and its ten times better

Wait did I accidentally just make a ten joke-

Anyways

Yangyang loves holding you

But at the same time doesn't because too much pda

Don't worry doe you can always just catch him off guard and sneak some kisses to make him blush😗✌

Then let him tackle you afterwards because you did it in front of everyone

#this was kinda rushed oops😬#but i still hope you like it #nct #nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct 2020 #wayv #wayv smut #wayv fluff #wayv angst #wayv scenarios

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qiankunfics · 4 years ago

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Fics Alert & Updates

New Fics

KunTen

1. My gorgeous by Holmes_n_Moriarty

Summary: Kun is perfect until he's not. Rating: General Status: On-Going

2. Lil' Something by ugly_little_sandcastles

Summary: There's just something about Ten that burrows beneath his skin, prickling and sharp and hot, hot, hot. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

3. Dandelions by eyesonflowers

Summary: After four years, Ten reunited with Kun. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

4. to fall in love in the wintertime by energyboyeric

Summary: To fall in love in the wintertime, Ten decides, is to fall in love with stillness. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

5. honey, shut your mouth by lowkeyamen

Summary: It's date night but Kun, wrecked from work, is on the brink of falling asleep. Ten knows just how to solve that. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Fem!KunTenWin

6. The Home My Forefathers Built by jiaqins

Summary: Kun is a brilliant Parisian med student, he has two jobs which he is fond of and relatives whom he loves—even when they are as annoying as his cousin Yangyang. But too many challenges stand in his way and disturb the stability he cherishes so dearly. Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

7. crazy over you by andnowforyaya

Summary: The photo of Kun's next mark was a flattering one. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Trigger: Death

8. When the time is right by drawing_board

Summary: Nothing in the way he feels towards Ten significantly changes. But he realizes that somewhere in there was a latent desire for more. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

9. the last three times we'll meet (see you again) by kloudoie

Summary: Ten sees the number he'll meet people behind their backs–except one. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

10. better days around the corner with you by tullycat

Summary: On a Monday afternoon, the most beautiful man Kun has ever seen walks into the café. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

11. Dreamscape by YHXLWTK

Summary: Ten sighed dramatically and took a step forward so he was standing beside Kun. “You’re my partner for tonight.” Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

12. No matter how goods you're at pretending, your eyes can't lied by Mywoojinie

Summary: NCT2020 promotions really makes relationship between Ten and Kun stumbles. Well. Johnny are there, of course Kun would be jealous. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

13. Unnatural by dojaefairy

Summary: The first time Ten cheats on his boyfriend, he tells himself it's a one-time mistake. It's unnatural of him to cheat on Johnny. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot Trigger: Cheating

14. Mystery Boy by taetens

Summary: Kun has kept most of his life private, so when he opens up about his newest relationship with some hot shot fashion designer, no one believes him. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

15. The Good Side by starrykun

Summary: Kun and Ten work for the same company and were paired to work together to make a collab album. But will things work out between the two? Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

16. slow dancing in the dark by camellia117

Summary: in which kun needs to learn how to slow dance, and he trusts ten to teach him. or maybe, a story where two lonely boys find love accidentally, by slow dancing in the dark. Rating: General Status: Completed

17. sync up, fall harder by suheafoams

Summary: kun agrees to help ten plan out a date for his friend. more falls into place than what he initially anticipated. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

18. Hearing Your Voice (Is All I Need) by peachy_beomie

Summary: But there’s only one person who calls him Yongqin. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

19. it’s almost like you’re in love with me (or something) by Markmeinyourheart

Summary: four times kun and ten were complicated and the one time they really weren't. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

20. cat got your tongue? by starrytae

Summary: kunten miraculous ladybug au Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

21. when he sleeps by bahasakalbu

Summary: Ten can't sleep, and Kun is in a deep slumber beside him. Ten minds wonders around their previous memories, while looking at Kun's sleeping form. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

22. Home-cooked Meal by autumn_sparrow

Summary: Kun makes dinner while Ten takes a nap. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

23. See You Soon, Baby by nekowafers

Summary: Kun is an office worker who lived a pretty boring until he met Ten, an annoyingly good-looking vampire who won't stop sneaking through his apartment window. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

24. Not Like That by Meow12251

Summary: “You know, Kun, you’re not really my type,” Ten says. Kun opens his mouth, face scrunching, unsure what to say. He wonders if he should take offense. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

25. Welcome Home by DestinyHope

Summary: Ten and Kun were living in their house, dreaming about adopting some kids and finally have a family of their own. They didn't expect to end up taking care of boys around their age in need of love and care. Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

26. softly killing me by yeollama

Summary: Ten and Kun lived the ideal suburban dream, suffocating marriage and all. Of course, it wasn't without a few secrets. Rating: Mature Status: One-Shot

27. persona by latedreams

Summary: However, there were pieces that seemed to have been carved to fit together perfectly, edges effortlessly moulding to each other, creating a perfect harmony. Those were Ten's favourites. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

28. whispers of only the two of us by frinkles

Summary: Ten’s hair sits so well between Kun’s fingers. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

29. Floating Encounters by stupefiscience

Summary: Kun, an exhiled assassin from one of mainland china’s biggest crime groups tries to find his redemption by taking down Ten. An unknown jack of all trades menacing the powerful dogs of the city. Things take a spicy turn, though. Rating: Mature Status: On-Going

30. give all my secrets away by yeollama

Summary: Finding out Kun and Ten had some weird secret life which involved violence, cars and constant lying was not what Yangyang planned to overhear, but oh well. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

31. hold onto my mask by moonjongup (nicrt)

Summary: They fell in love over time. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

32. your ethereal existence by moonwalker116 (mikararinna)

Summary: “Because if humans can imagine what aliens look like, who’s to say that they haven’t seen a ghost in real life and spreading tales about them?” Rating: General Status: One-Shot

33. gold star of friendship by sunkissedhyuck

Summary: kun and ten didn't know what to expect at first when putting chenle into school for the first time, but it certainly wasn't anything close to this. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

34. Penis Colada by pinkfire

Summary: “So, what brings you here?” Ten prompted.“My dick,” Kun blurted, and Ten, who was mid-sip, laughed a spray of tea back into his mug. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

35. Second Chances by Vante_20

Summary: That night Kun left Ten hanging. Now he is second guessing himself. Things go down and he knows he won't be able to live with himself if give them a chance. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

36. In A Blink of An Eye by haneyangie

Summary: A secret melody that only he knows. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

37. Some Other Day by qianwtch (dxnutcare)

Summary: Ten somehow felt more homesick than usual. He had been laying in bed doing nothing but trying to sleep his frustration away. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

38. The Finish Line by Maiamia

Summary: Kun is a serious man. Always. It is a requirement for his job after all. But when he’s forced to rely on a shameless, way to handsome driver and his team of outlaws to complete the most important mission of his career, he might realize that keeping it professional is not as easy as it seemed. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

39. Are You A Magician? (Cause You Make My Breath Disappear) by peachy_beomie

Summary: “Why would I embarrass myself more than I already have?” “Cause your future husband Ten Lee thinks you’re cute, idiot!” Rating: General Status: One-Shot

40. in the frozen land, on the night where everything sleeps by 10vesyou

Summary: It marked their one of many, their last strive to save their brother. Tracing the flakes of snow hovering in the air, they set their heart on finding the hidden secret of the world: The Tree of Language. Rating: Teen Status: One-Shot

41. advil and antagonism by ouchsolo for zhosungs

Summary: Kun doesn't think his life could get anymore laughable, until the man he's sworn to hate forever is sitting drunk on his bed and he has no idea what to do with him. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

JohnKun

42. The Day You Walked Away by senja

Summary: 9 years later, and the same fate was repeated, only this time, only one walked away. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

43. My Universe by senja

Summary: Kun was trying his best to stay cool by drinking a cup of iced americano in a middle of a busy cafe and suddenly a (not really) unfamiliar man came up to him and asked a question he have never received before. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

44. Work From Home by jhengchie

Summary: Inspired by the Song Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

45. not coming back by Kiyuan

Summary: Kun doesn’t like talking about his school days. He’d rather not relive the days he spent hopping between worlds, thinking about nothing else than his partner, his friend and the adventures. Rating: General Status: One-Shot

46. Trust Me by seungwanxndxnly

Summary: Qian Kun and the Case of the Big Bomb Rating: Teen Status: On-Going

KunWin / WinKun

47. i could be your escape by bambirouge

Summary: Kun’s voice drops to a downright sinful level. “What if I got you hard, right here, right now, in the middle of all these people?” Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

KunCas / LuKun

48. Collar Me by softyjseo

Summary: Lucas and Kun were meant for each other, in all of the different ways they can imagine. Rating: Explicit Status: One-Shot

Twitter Fics -

49.https://twitter.com/peachy_beomie/status/1384891177636405248?s=21

Summary: Ten rates his boyfriend’s reactions to his petnames.

50. https://twitter.com/dojaefairy/status/1377708043807436805

Summary: Ten decides to confess to Kun on April Fools Day so that he can pretend his confession was just a joke if Kun rejects him, and things get messy.

Updates

KunTen

1. Wrong (Right) Ad by Alette 2. Has To Be Mine by rowx3yourships 3. catch him if you can by blazingsirius 4. No Biting by taetens 5. Coming Home by YeolsTruly 6. electric magnetic by miramiro 7. Escaping The Moon by Chi_Can 8 .Countdown from Nine by MailOrderBride 9. Pierced! by HaloHalo 10. You Make Staying Away So Hard by Kill3rWhal3D1ck 11. On Thin Ice by taetens 12. all's well that ends well. by chenaki 13. diamonds by rainingover

JohnKun 14. Afterglow by owzy

#kun #qian kun #kunten #johnkun #kuncas #lukun #kunwin #winkun #tenkun #updates #new fics

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riarushi · 5 years ago

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nct as cousins.

❥ genre- serious crack, fluff ❥ word count- 1.7k

Alternatively titled “NCT at Family Gatherings”. I think the universe wanted me to write this? Thank you to markleeholdingthings on Instagram for helping me out! (We made the most basic family dynamic on the planet.) ~Ness

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Taeil

Talks to the adults and enjoys it.

Some of the babies originally thought he was their uncle.

Not necessarily close with any of his cousins except the older ones that took care of him growing up.

The younger ones aren’t too familiar with him since he doesn’t talk to them, but he likes to give them little trinkets when he sees them.

Will offer to supervise the kiddos if they want to go outside.

Has a music degree (big no no in this stereotypical family) and works in music production.

Johnny

The cousin that’s stuck in college, everyone loves him but the adults don’t think he is a good life example to the youngsters.

Second favourite of the adults (because the favourite has a degree and a job).

Likes talking w his fellow millennials while sipping his wine

He likes to give advice to high school cousins.

The baby cousins fear him :( He smiles at them lots and gets them the best presents to make up for it.

Is probably still in college because he doesn’t want to join the adult table.

Taeyong

Taeyong likes the babies.

He’ll sit them on his lap while he talks to the adults, making sure to play with them a bit so they don’t get bored.

If they do anyway, he’ll get up and carry them back to the rest of the cousins, chatting with them for a while.

The adults think he would make a great father. (Some of the nosy aunts and uncles like asking about his love life lmao)

He treats the cousins around his age or older with respect.

Overall everyone likes him because he’s happy to talk and easy to get along with.

Yuta

A social genius, he tailors his approach perfectly for every generation.

Has to greet every single child at the reunion before doing anything else.

Every moment you look at him, there’s a different youngster in his arms and he’s high-fiving a different high schooler.

Well-mannered with the adults and friendly with cousins of all ages.

The high school-aged cousins love that he doesn’t treat them like angsty teenagers and he’s become a favourite among them.

Not jobless, to the relief of the parents.

Kun

Kun is the favourite, the cousin everyone gets compared to.

He’s always busy working so he’s usually late to family gatherings.

Is basically whisked away by the adults immediately to talk about adult things.

He asks high school cousins “How’s school?”. Chill with them because he saw them grow up.

Has a huge soft spot for the baby cousins.

He’ll be in the middle of a conversation and drop everything when they tug on his sleeve.

Doyoung

Quiet, he does and talks about anything but only when he’s prompted.

He’s as successful as Kun, but not as sociable.

Sits beside his parents most of the night and minds his own business.

Doyoung’s awful at supervision.

He just sits there and watches the kids make chaos.

His relatives get shocked when they see him outside of gatherings acting casually with his coworkers/friends.

Ten

He just got out of college but decided to take a year break before looking for a job.

Is a kid favourite.

Even though he’s one of the older cousins, he’s the most “hip with the kids”.

Teaches them how to cheat on tests and in general, be an awful student.

Ten does not enjoy the adult table.

All the parents think he’s talented and has a lot of potential but will he!! Stop ruining their children’s minds!!!!!

He only gets friendly with the older cousins when he’s wine drunk.

Has never met the baby cousins. (The adults are sheltering them from the chaos that is Ten at family gatherings.)

Jaehyun

Jaehyun starts off by greeting the adults and being the sweetheart he is.

The adults always want to know about his love life because “Our nephew is very handsome, no?”

Hangs out with the older cousins later, drinking beer and chatting away like best friends.

He enjoys watching them fight with each other.

Probably the youngest at his table, gets teased quite a bit. (”Yoooooo, Yoonoh’s growing up!”)

The younger kids aren’t really familiar with him.

Winwin

The favourite among the youngest cousins.

They get excited to see him every time he arrives at family gatherings.

Participates in their games (They like making him count for hide and seek.) and sits with them while eating.

He spends very small amounts of time with the adults, quickly answering any questions they have about his life.

The older cousins think he’s cute :(

After the little ones go home, he watches whatever drinking game his generation has gotten into.

Jungwoo

Jungwoo is a free soul.

He’s just there to entertain himself, watching whatever cartoon the little ones are watching.

When they turn around and see a grown man on the couch, they’re a bit startled.

The adults think he enjoys taking care of the kids, but no. The boy is there to watch Tom and Jerry for his own enjoyment.

Nobody remembers that he’s an engineering student, one moment he’s watching Blue’s Clues and the next he’s leaving to finish an assignment for class.

The high schoolers try to ask him for advice, but he just says “I literally don’t know what I’m doing.”

Lucas

This boy walks into every family gathering dressed like he’s gonna be on a runway.

Enjoys talking to the high schoolers about how their school’s changed since he graduated.

Other than them, he joins any conversation on invite.

The youngsters climb him like he’s a playground item.

There’s just kids hanging off him while he laughs at some joke his uncle made.

Sometimes, they shout “Big brother Yukhei!” into his ear and he just pats their head silently before continuing on with his business.

Mark

Follows his parents around.

He’s wrapped up in his own thoughts instead of whatever his mom is talking about with his relatives.

I’m kinda hungry, should I grab that cookie? I’m gonna grab that cookie.

At some point, his parents get fed up with him “acting like an eight year old,” so he gets sent to play with his fellow cousins.

Asks for the WiFi password and then sits on the couch all night scrolling through his phone.

He doesn’t talk to his cousins because he never knew how to.

Xiaojun

A sweetheart with the most patience.

Same question from every single adult about school? No problem, he’ll answer it as many times as he needs to.

The youngsters like to pull pranks on him because they know he won’t scold them afterwards.

“Did we get you good, Dejun-ge?” “Yeah, I almost had a heart attack, haha.”

Helps the babies get food.

Just has a great family bond with everyone.

Hendery

Hendery likes to look for the older cousins that take care of him, initiating conversation.

If they’re busy or stop talking to him, he goes to the crowd of younger cousins on the couch and chills with his phone.

Occasionally, he’ll show them all some memes he has.

“Haha, guys look at this one.”

Mimics the children screaming in the background to get some chuckles from them, too.

The adults don’t think much of him, he’s a chill kid doing his thing.

Renjun

He’s quiet and polite for the most part, especially towards the adults.

With his cousins, he jumps in to say one-line roasts about people mentioned in conversation and then goes back to being silent.

They might say something like “My school friends are so weird!” and Renjun simply replies with “Makes sense why you’re friends, then.”

One of the baby cousins likes to hug his leg, and he smooths their hair or holds their cheek absentmindedly.

An art major, but the adults aren’t worried since he’s smart.

When alone in a room, he’s doodling on some scrap paper he found.

Jeno

Close with the cousins around his age.

Has a group chat with them and texts them to come to the living room.

When they arrive he just goes “Wanna play Spaceteam?”

He plays party games with them for the rest of the night.

If the other cousins want to join in, he’ll teach them how to play.

The adults don’t think much of him, they usually just ask how he is and he replies with “Good!” and a smile.

Haechan

Haechan is The Annoying Cousin™.

He comes off as very cold and bitchy usually.

At family gatherings, he participates in games and gets overly competitive.

WILL cheat or flip the table, causes all the chaos.

The parents aren’t a fan of him, the kids either love him or hate him.

Older cousins think he’s entertaining lmao

Jaemin

Normal until some random kid screams his name.

From then on he is in full kindergarten teacher mode.

Brings an entire crowd of noisy toddlers to the tables and everyone is just in shock.

His older cousins know he’ll come around and chat with them once the kids go home, so they save him a bottle when he gets there.

The adults have a good image of him: handsome, smart, charming. They think he’ll get married early.

It’s a celebration if his mom announces he’s seeing someone.

Yangyang

Starts heated debates among his cousins.

If he’s in the zone and an older cousin tries to put an educational twist on the argument, he’ll start bullying them out of the room.

“From what I learnt in college--” “THIS IS A DEBATE AMONGST THE YOUTH.”

Two seconds later, he’s back to being friendly and cheery, talking casually and normally.

The adults don’t believe their children when they tell them what happened upstairs with Yangyang.

They think he’s the sweetest kid of the bunch.

Chenle

Chenle is just comfortable and gets absorbed in the atmosphere.

“Chenle, go play with your cousins.” “Hey guys! My mom said to play with you”.

All his cousins get along with him.

He thinks the baby cousins are cute and will baby them.

Lets them sit on his lap while he plays card games. (Probably lets them choose cards for him sometimes, too.)

Youngest of his generation, everyone loves him to pieces.

Jisung

He does not want to be at the family gatherings.

Awkwardly trails his parents because he doesn’t know what to do.

Has to be pushed towards the food by relatives and just goes “Oh. Um, okay.”

The older cousins ruffle his hair and ask him, “Aye, Jisung! How’s school?” “I-It’s good...”

The younger ones do not find him approachable.

Asks his parents when they’re going home as soon as 9 PM hits.

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luckysevenwrites · 4 years ago

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I broke my arm playing Monopoly

You never thought that you would find yourself in the ER all because of a stupid board game. But here you were getting a cast put on your arm. The only upside to this whole situation was that your boyfriend Kun didn’t know about it...yet.

If there was ever a time in your life where you wished that you could die it would be now. You looked down at your arm in a cast then back up at the doctor who was working away at finishing up the cast. You never would have thought that an innocent board game would lead to you being in the ER and getting a cast put on. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“Are you in a lot of pain Y/n?” Lucas is focused on your arm, his arms tightly crossed against his chest and his face scrunched up with worry. He was the one who had gotten you here. While the other two participants in this accident stayed behind.

“It hurts but I’ll be okay. I’m just embarrassed to be here. Thankfully Kun doesn’t know.”

“That’s true if he knew that you were hurt, he’d be freaking out. What story are going to tell him? It’s not like you can hide a giant neon colored cast.”

Maybe going with a neon colored cast wasn’t the way to go. But like Lucas had said there was no way you were going to be able to hide it and you mind as well have fun with the cast. Maybe you could just avoid Kun for the next few weeks coming up with excuses of work and a family emergency.

“I don’t know but I have some time to come up with a story,” Clearly you had spoken to soon as you heard the sound of a very familiar voice. You and Lucas widen your eyes at each other and listen as his voice get closer to the two of you.

Going through your mental list of everyone who would have called him you narrowed it down to Hendry or YangYang. Probably YangYang, you were will to bet he was thinking that if he called Kun he would be in less trouble, and Kun would not be as mad at him, and the rest of his members for sending his girlfriend to the ER. Did not matter though, because you were going to kill him and the rest of them for calling him and putting you in this even more embarrassing situation.

“Y/n, there you are,” Kun sighed as he rushed towards you. The doctor steps aside allowing Kun to wrap you in his arms. “I came as soon as I heard. I cannot believe that you had to go to the ER. What happened?”

“It’s fine Kun. Just a little accident. Really, it’s nothing,” you try to assure him. But he is not convinced considering you’re in the ER and are getting a cast put on.

“What did you do to her?” Kun accuses Lucas. Shockingly for once Lucas was an innocent bystander but that didn’t stop Kun from shooting him daggers.

“I didn’t do anything! I was just the one who brought her here.”

“She broke her arm. It’s not too serious she’ll have to be in a cast for a couple of weeks and will probably be in pain for the next few days,” the doctor pipes in. Kun turns his full attention to him and listens to all the instructions that he is giving him. The whole time he keeps you tucked in close to his side.

“Thank you, doctor. Is she able to go now?” Kun ask once the doctor finishes explaining your care.

“She is all good to go. And Y/n I hope you won the game,” your doctor smirks. You can feel your face turning red and Kun cocks his head to the side in question.

“What game? How did you get hurt?”

“Kun can we talk about this later. My arm hurts and I really just want to go home and rest,” you pout, hoping that Kun will drop it and just take you home.

“Okay, come on let’s get you home. Thanks for bringing her here Lucas. And sorry for accusing you of being the reason that she broke her arm,” Guilty Kun admits.

“No problem, get some rest Y/n,” Lucas gives you a gentle squeeze and leaves you in Kun’s care.

Kun helps you off the exam table and leads you to his car. The car ride home is quiet, and your focus is on trying to find a comfortable way to rest your arm. Once you arrive at your place Kun waste no time in getting you into bed and elevating your arm. He then disappears into your bathroom and returns a few seconds later with a class of water and some pain pills. You take the pills and try to find a comfortable spot in your bed.

Kun crawls in and pulls you into him. He starts to hum quietly while he plays with your hair. You close your eyes and try to focus on Kun’s humming instead of the pain in your arm. After a few moments you start to drift off and before you know it you are sound asleep. When you wake up a few hours later it’s to an empty bed. You blink away sleep and look around for Kun. You hear movement outside your bedroom, before going in search of Kun you make a stop at the bathroom and down some more pain pills.

You find Kun in the kitchen making what looks like soup. He has some music softly playing in the background and he is lost in his own world focusing on cooking. You watch him for a few seconds before you make your way into the kitchen and towards Kun. You place your hand on Kun’s shoulder and push up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek. Kun smiles at you and gives you a quick kiss back.

“Did you sleep okay? Are you in pain right now?” Your boyfriend frets over you.

“I slept just fine. And my arm hurts a little bit, but I already took some pain pills, and they should kick in soon.”

“Good, why don’t you go relax on the couch, elevate your arm, and I’ll bring you some soup in a little bit.”

“Okay, make sure you bring some crackers,” Kun scrunches his nose at that, he thought it was gross that you crushed your cracker and put it in your soup but, you thought it was great and made the soup taste better. While Kun compared it to eating mushed up baby food.

While you focused on getting comfortable on the couch, Kun dished up soup for the both of you and brought it out to the living room. He then went about finding a movie for the two of you to watch before he settled into the couch next to you. It was after you were both done eating and about halfway through the movie that Kun brought up your arm again.

“Are you ready to tell me how you ended up breaking your arm?”

“Only if you tell me who called you and what they told you,” you stalled hoping that whoever did call him gave him some lame story on how you ended up breaking your arm.

“YangYang called,” you knew it! “and all he said was that you were hanging out with them and got hurt. That they had to take you to the ER and that I should head over to the ER to pick you up. YangYang also said that they were sorry. Which makes me wonder how much of it is their fault.”

Well that didn’t leave you with much. The least YangYang could have done for you was come up with a story on how you ended up in the ER instead of leaving it up to you to tell him how you had broken your arm. He also could have not called your boyfriend and you could have just avoid him for the next few weeks and threatened the rest of the boy into secrecy and Kun then never would have even known that you broke your arm.

“I broke it hanging out with YangYang, Hendry, and Lucas,” you told Kun. He just stared at you waiting for you to continue.

“See I sort of hit my arm on the coffee table and that was how it broke.”

“How did you hit your arm on the coffee table?” Why did Kun have to be so curious couldn’t he just leave it at you hitting your arm on the coffee table?

“Well, I was trying to tackle YangYang,” you confess.

“Why were you tackling YangYang?”

“Because he was cheating!” You practically yell. Kun’s eyes widen at you. You throw your one good arm up in the arm before slamming it back down on your leg.

“We were playing Monopoly and YangYang was the banker and I caught him stealing money from the bank. And the little brat would not admit to it and tried to hide the money by shoving it down his shirt. And I couldn’t let him get away with it! Someone had to stop him!”

You yammer on not even paying attention to Kun who is now trying desperately to not burst out into a fit of laughter. Your too caught up in your story thought and getting upset all over again at YangYang for cheating to even notice that Kun is finding all this hilarious.

“So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and jumped across the coffee table at him. I miss calculated and instead of landing completely on YangYang I landed mostly on the coffee table and hit just right to break my bone.”

It is at this point that Kun loses it and can no longer keep his laughter in. He is laughing so hard at your story that tears are rolling down his face, “I can’t believe you broke your arm playing Monopoly!”

“Kun it’s not funny YangYang was cheating!”

“You’re right it’s not funny,” Kun nods while biting his lip to keep himself from laughing.

“I was winning too, and we had to stop the game all because I had to be taken into the ER.” You whine. Kun coos at you as he pulls you into him.

“I’m sure they will all declare you as the winner,” Kun assures you.

“It’s not the same as actually winning. We’re going to have to have a rematch.”

“Maybe I should be there to supervise,” Kun starts, “and I think I am also going to have to have talk with all of them about playing fair.”

“And punish YangYang for cheating and calling you,” you throw in.

“I’m not punishing YangYang for calling me.”

“Kun,” you pull back from him and pout “I didn’t even want you to know I was in the ER and I really didn’t want you to know about how I ended up in the ER. But YangYang just had to go and call you and he didn’t come up with a cover story for me.”

“Y/n you do realize that you could have made up a story right now instead of telling me what really happened.”

He did have a point. You could have lied but the problem with that was that you would have to call three people and convince them to go along with your story and knowing those three they wouldn’t be able to keep the lie going. They would want to tease you about this and would slip up in front of Kun.

“I could have but we all know that those three can’t keep a secret to save their lives. Unless it benefits them.”

“True, but I’m sure that you will think of a way to make YangYang pay.”

You would YangYang’s days were numbered, you thought as you leaned back into Kun. Thoughts of how you were going to torture YangYang were dancing in your head. You were coming up with some pretty good ideas too.

“Keep it legal,” Kun tells you before kissing the top of your head.

“Fine,” you agree and place on kiss on Kun’s chest.

He chuckles and gives you a squeeze and you go back to thinking of ways to torture YangYang. It was while you are thinking of torture methods that you had to admit there was one upside to breaking your arm. You were getting a lot of cuddles from Kun and he was spoiling you. Maybe you would not torture YangYang to badly since you were getting a lot of attention from your boyfriend.

#wayv #wayv kun #kun x you #kun x y/n #kun x reader #wayv oneshot #wayv drabble #wayv drabbles #wayv fluff

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jaehyunhour · 4 years ago

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love in my pocket | dong sicheng

summary: winwin is just your neighbor who you secretly pine over after he so gracefully saves you from a spider in your shower, until he lets you borrow a sweater and in the pocket you find an ipod, and a playlist with your name on it.

playlist found here! // request found here!

warnings: none really, just a lot of fluff! but there is a brief mention of vomit (you’ll see).

words: 3,020.

you knock rapidly on your next door neighbor’s door, jumping in place and sweat dripping down your forehead. you look around to make sure no one can see you standing outside of your neighbor’s apartment door with only a towel wrapped around your body. “c’monnnn,” you silently beg to whatever god is listening. “please be home, please.” just as you’re about to accept defeat and walk back to your apartment, the door swings open and there stands your surprisingly cute neighbor.

“oh! oh, when my landlord told me a cute boy moved in next door i didn’t think she was all that serious,” you say, before slapping a hand over your mouth. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”

“can i help you?” he says, cocking an eyebrow as he eyes you up and down.

“yeah! yeah, uh,” you pause for a moment to think about why you came here so suddenly. that’s right! “sorry to bother you, neighbor, but there is a huge spider in my bathroom and i don’t have the heart to kill it but i am absolutely terrified to try and get it, and i’m hoping you could come get it for me?” you bat your eyelashes quickly at him and he sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose.

“yeah, sure,” he says, following you into your apartment. you hand him a glass and a sheet of paper while holding your towel tight against your body. you watch as he carefully catches the spider in the glass, examining it for a split second and showing it to you before taking it outside and releasing it. he returns your glass and just as he’s about to leave, you stop him.

“i didn’t even get your name,” you say.

“it’s sicheng, but you can call me winwin. most people do anyway.”

“thank you for saving my life, winwin. i owe you one,” you respond with a wink.

he lets out a chuckle. “i wouldn’t quite say i saved your life. don’t worry about it! it’s what neighbors do. have a good shower.”

winwin invades your thoughts as you shower, thinking about how quick he was to help you, and how gentle he was capturing the spider. he didn’t even try to sneak a glance at your ass when you bent over to show him where the spider was. he was cute. almost too cute.

that very same night, you call your friend to tell him about your unusual first encounter with your neighbor.

“yangyang, he was so CUTE, i still can’t believe it! and he didn’t even try to stare at my ass when i was bent over and i was just in a towel, he’s so nice,” you coo, looking outside of your window in the hopes of catching a glance of winwin. you never noticed how your window looked right into his window.

“what’s his name again?” yangyang asks.

“winwin! well, sicheng, but he said i can call him winwin because everyone does.”

“hmm, it sounds familiar. i think he’s friends with that guy in my creative writing class, hendery. hendery is throwing a party this weekend, if you want to comeeeee, i bet your new lover will be there.”

“i’ll think about it,” you say, taking one last peek outside your window and seeing winwin shuffling into his room and flopping onto his bed.

and think about it you did, for too long, but you ultimately decided on going to the party. even if winwin didn’t show up, you would be an absolute fool to pass up the opportunity for free alcohol. upon your arrival, you took a quick tour of the party to see winwin was nowhere to be seen. and, not knowing anyone else at the party besides yangyang, who was currently immersed in conversation with a couple of guys from one of his classes, you headed to the alcohol table to begin drinking.

one shot turned into two, then three, then four, then… nine? ten? eleven? you look down at your hand where you were keeping track of the amount of alcohol you’d had, one tally mark for every shot, but your vision was blurred and you had stopped keeping track after six. you sigh in frustration, upset that you were already so drunk and winwin was nowhere to be seen. right in that moment, as if you’d manifested him in thin air, winwin walks through the front door. he takes a look around the room, locking eyes with you and giving you a smile. you flash a smile back, taking a final shot before quickly running over to greet him at the door.

“winwinnnnnn,” you hiccup. “you made it! i’ve been waiting all night for you, g-god i’m so drunk already, why didn’t you come earlier?”

“i was studying… how much did you have to drink?” he asks, concern on his face. you giggle before shrugging your shoulders and extending your hand out to him. he looks at the tally marks and then back up at your face.

“i stopped keeping track, but i know i’ve had that many. come! i have someone i want you to meet,” you grab his hand before pulling him into the kitchen, and quickly coming up to yangyang.

“yangyang! this is my super cute neighbor the one i was telling you about, who killed my spider, remember? my room looks into his room,” you overshare. winwin blushes at your words, and his palms begin to sweat at the realization that you’re still holding his hand.

“nice to meet you,” yangyang says, extending his hand to shake winwin’s. “i’m sorry about her, she doesn’t normally get this drunk. just say the word and i’ll take her off your hands.”

“nice to meet you too… hey do you know where hendery is?” winwin asks.

“he went upstairs like 20 minutes ago,” yangyang responds.

winwin lets out a sigh. “he’s definitely not coming back down then. i can take care of y/n, don’t worry about it. enjoy the party.” winwin pulls on your hand, leading you to the fridge. you hop onto the counter next to it, as winwin opens it and pulls a water bottle out. he opens and hands it to you.

“y/n be careful when you’re drinking because your stomach—“ winwin begins, but you don’t give him the chance to finish as you begin gulping down the water. “you’re going to throw up if you drink it that fast!”

“i’ll be fineeeee,” you say, finishing the water bottle. but just a few seconds later, you’re clutching your stomach and holding in the vomit that’s slowly climbing up your throat. winwin senses the oncoming danger, pulling you off the counter and quickly getting you into the bathroom. once inside, you immediately open the toilet and begin vomiting. winwin holds onto your hair as you’re bent over the toilet bowl, making sure none of it gets into your hair. a tiny bit gets onto your shirt, and once you’ve emptied the contents of your stomach you pull back and rest on the bathroom wall.

“fuck, i’m sorry, winnie. i’m normally not this messy,” you say. you look down to see the slight vomit on your shirt and let out a frustrated whine. “aw man, i got some on my shirt! fuck.” and without thinking, you pull your shirt off, leaving you in just a bra in front of winwin as you throw the shirt into the trash.

“are you sure about that? we could’ve just cleaned it,” winwin says.

“i didn’t like that shirt all that much anyway.”

“here,” winwin says, pulling his sweater off swiftly before handing it to you. his eyes are looking everywhere but your chest as you sit there, cleavage out for him to see.

“you know, it’s okay to look, winwin.”

“you’re drunk, i’m not going to look. just put the sweater on and i’ll take you home.” and with that, you slip winwin’s sweater on and he drives you home, but not before telling yangyang that you’re leaving. once at your apartment, he makes you shower as he shuffles through your kitchen for something to make you, ultimately settling for spicy ramen and minute rice. when you step out of the shower thirty minutes later, feeling like a real human being again, you’re surprised to still see winwin in your apartment on your couch.

“hi!” he says excitedly, seeing you step into the living room in your pajamas with a towel drying your hair. “i made you some ramen and some rice, it’s on the table and there’s some pain relievers too. eat, then take the pain relievers so when you wake up your head won’t hurt.” winwin quickly heads to the door, but he’s stopped by you again.

“wait! aren’t you forgetting something?” you say, cocking an eyebrow at him.

winwin thinks for a second, before walking up to you and pressing a quick kiss on your lips. it’s so quick you can’t even react or kiss back. your face turns red before you start laughing nervously. “i meant your sweater, but thanks for that, i guess?”

now it’s his turn to blush, and his entire face flushes red. “o-oh, yeah, uh, do you mind washing it first? before you give it back, since… y’know?”

“yeah of course.” you pause for a moment. “thank you for taking care of me tonight, winwin. i appreciate it.”

“it’s what neighbors do,” he says, swiftly exiting your apartment.

the next day you wake up, surprisingly not hungover and glad winwin made you take those pain relievers before sleeping. you quickly grab winwin’s sweater off your desk chair, determined to wash it with your laundry to return it to him in the same day. as you reach into the inside pockets, clearing it before stuffing it with your clothes, you find an iPod.

“an ipod? really? dude, who still uses these things,” you say, sitting on your bed as you look through his music. “well, at least it’s an ipod touch, i guess… his music taste isn’t all that bad.” in that moment, you click on the playlists section of his ipod and scroll, looking through the different playlists he has — shower, exercise, vibe, oldies, until you reach one entitled “the girl next door.” you click on it, curiosity taking over you, and you practically scream when you read the description.

to the girl next door — y/n, this one’s about you.

“no fucking way,” you say, scrolling through the songs and blindly reaching for your phone on your bedside table. you copy all of the songs onto your phone, making your own playlist, and playing the songs out loud through your speakers. you open the window, playing the music loud to make sure winwin can hear as you do your laundry.

after throwing everything into the laundry, you lay in your bed and listen to the music and let winwin flood your thoughts. you think about him laying in his bed, listening to these songs, and imagining what it would be like to be with you. you think about how it would feel to hold his hand, his fingers intertwined with yours, palm sticking to yours with sweat. how it would feel to have him wrap his arms around your waist, as you wrap yours around his neck, press your lips to his and keep them there until your faces turn purple. the songs play one after the other, and you feel your cheeks heat up the longer you think about him.

right across your bedroom, right in his room, winwin sits at his desk working on an assignment for his biology class. his glasses sit perched on the bridge of nose, being pushed up by his thin fingers every few moments as they consistently slip as he’s bent over his desk and textbook. usually, winwin likes to study in absolute silence, as it’s how he works best, but right now the music coming from your room is too loud to concentrate. he huffs in annoyance, taking his glasses off and setting them on the desk, ready to go over to your apartment and give you a piece of his mind until he hears the music that’s playing. it’s the music that reminds him of you. he relaxes a bit as a smile creeps up on his face, and he sighs. he can study tomorrow.

“winwin, you sneaky bastard, you really know how to get a girl to fall for you, huh?” you say. “i guess i’ll try to do the same for you.” and so you pull your laptop out, connecting winwin’s ipod and making a playlist for him.

to the boy next door — winwin, this one’s about you.

you place his ipod back into the pocket of his sweater, before walking over to his apartment and knocking on his door. he answers quickly, having seen you left your room with his sweater in hand and gives you a big smile upon opening the door. you hand the neatly folded sweater to him, and smile right back.

“thank you again for taking care of me. i promise you i am not that messy, i just had a moment,” you say.

“just a moment, huh?” he lets out a laugh.

“of course it was just a moment!” you lightly hit him on the shoulder. “you were taking forever to get there and yangyang was busy, so i had to keep myself occupied.”

“so you got shitfaced while you waited?”

you nod.

“my apologies, ma’am, next time i promise i will be there early so you won’t have to get drunk by yourself,” he reaches out to pat your head and give your nose a playful pinch.

“or next time we can just go together,” you suggest.

“like a date?”

“exactly.”

winwin feels butterflies erupt in his stomach at the thought of your first date being at some stupid house party, but he can’t help but be excited at the same time. “sounds good, y/n.”

you stare up at winwin, memorizing every tiny detail of his face — the curve of his nose, the way his eyelashes flutter when he blinks, the pink in his cheeks as you stare at him.

“what? do i have something on my face?”

you shake your head and let out a laugh. “nothing, you’re just cute. i’ll see you later, winwin.” you turn around to leave, but winwin’s hand shoots out to grab your wrist. he pulls you around and says, “aren’t you forgetting something?”

you let out another laugh, before quickly pressing a quick kiss on his lips. “see you later.”

you head back to your apartment, fingertips touching your lips in disbelief. back in his apartment, winwin is frantically dialing hendery’s number and throwing his sweater onto his bed. his ipod slips out of the pocket, and he picks it up and begins looking through it. hendery answers with a groan as winwin discovers the playlist you’ve made for him. he barely processes hendery speaking to him, as he scrolls through the songs with a stupid smile on his face.

“hello? earth to sicheng?” hendery says loudly, tearing winwin away from his daydream.

“huh? oh-what- OH, HENDERY,” winwin yells into the phone. “I NEED YOU TO THROW ANOTHER PARTY, LIKE, SOON.”

hendery lets out another groan, “please stop yelling. how do you want me to throw another party when i’m still hungover from the last one?”

“look, you remember my really cute neighbor? she threw up in your bathroom last night, right? and she got some on her shirt so she threw it away and i gave her my sweater, and she brought my sweater back to me right now and said that we should go with each other next time, as a date. so i need you to throw another party so i can finally shoot my shot,” winwin explains.

“well, my dear friend, it sounds like you already have this in the bag, so why should i have to throw another party? look, just put your big boy pants on, and go ask her out,” hendery responds.

“you’re right, you’re right! i’ll go do that,” winwin says, slipping his shoes on and running back over to your apartment.

he knocks rapidly on the door, and within seconds you’re staring back at him.

“you look crazy right now,” you say, upon seeing his dazed look.

“do you want to go out with me?”

“right now?”

“no. wait, yes, if you’re free, but if not, then no. then we can just go out another time, it’s up to you really, but i kinda have a huge crush on you and was jus thinking tha—“

“winwin, honey, please stop talking,” you say with a laugh, reaching your hand out to push his lips together. “i’m free right now, i would love to go out with you. just let me get dressed, yeah?” winwin nods and you pull your hand back. “wait here.”

winwin waits on your doorstep, tapping his foot and staring at the plants in front of your apartment to pass the time. that is, until he hears hendery’s low voice calling out “winwin? winwin?” he snaps back into reality, realizing he still has his phone in his hand and never hung up on hendery.

“oh shit, my bad,” winwin says, pushing the phone back up against his ear.

“dude, who asks a girl out like that? i can’t believe that she said yes after you came at her like a madman,” hendery responds.

“sorry you had to hear all of that, i’ll let you go.”

“have fun, dude.”

as winwin hangs up, you come back outside in a different outfit, and he eyes you up and down before letting out a whistle.

“wow, look at you, you look…” he starts. you give him a little twirl and he lets out another whistle. “damn, i’m a lucky guy.”

“you ready to go?” you ask, holding your hand out for him to take.

he nods, intertwining your fingers, and gives you a smile. “more than ready.”

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