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don't wanna break up again | dong sicheng

actor!dong sicheng x singer!femreader

synopsis. love and sicheng don't complement each other. despite being aware of that fact, it doesn’t stop you from coming back again and again, even if your set-up consumes you. or, sicheng and you are in an on and off situationship because he’s afraid of commitment.

genre. angst, romance (if there's any LOL), situationship

warnings. excessive use of the word "manager", reader wears contacts at some point, they have UNSPOKEN FEELINGS (mainly sicheng), industry pressure, toxic relationship (i mean, situationship </3)

words. 5,882

eternal sunshine. masterlist

it started on a red carpet, where you’d been cornered by a journalist asking about your upcoming album. sicheng was standing nearby, his black suit sharp and his gaze sharper. when he glanced your way, it felt like the world shifted. later, you found yourself seated next to him at an afterparty, where the conversation flowed like an unscripted duet.

“so, do singers always write about their own heartbreaks?” he teased, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“only the memorable ones,” you replied, meeting his eyes with a challenge of your own and a smile that could melt the world.

you didn’t know it then, but he’d leave you with more than enough material.

it’s been two weeks since that interaction you’ve had with the industry’s most sought after actor. you’ve heard all the good things about sicheng. how he’s shy in real life and he’s cool on camera. but you believed that that simply can’t be true. 

but you also believed he’s hot and now you’re here, composing a song while thinking about that small interaction with him. you don’t know where this song would go or if this would even be published, but one thing’s for sure: no one would even know that this song is for him. 

“then i had this interaction i’ve been thinking about for like five weeks,” your manager read your lyrics, cringing at them after. “what the hell is this, y/n?”

“what? a girl can’t love or something?” you sighed, putting your ballpen down and waiting for another comment about the song you’re writing. “it’s about the guy.”

“yeah! i know it’s about the guy. and i’m pretty sure that you know that if you get tangled with him, the scandal is going to be big, right?” your manager sighed. you can tell that just by thinking about how much paperworks and apology letters you guys are gonna write, if ever, if ever you and sicheng ‘would’ have some romantic escapade, your manager’s hair would wither and he’d definitely not appreciate that.

“it’s just a song! and i don’t stand a chance with that big star. he’s probably dating an a-lister actress or something,” you replied. “like probably… he’s dating that lead actress of eternal sunshine! the nepo baby! y’know… their chemistry’s unmatched,” 

“ooh, yeah! i’m actually excited to watch that series because i’ve seen the interviews! oh my god they look so good together,” this time, your manager sat beside you, gushing about how sicheng and his lead partner look good together and how much he thinks that eternal sunshine would be a hit. 

“now you’re making me sad,” you pouted, the thought of not having a chance with a big shot actor hurts you more than not winning song of the year against iu. “i even made the title track of their series based off of the story and some real life happenings in the set,” you grinned, ready to tell your manager the tea you got off of the set of eternal sunshine back when you were invited by the director.

you weren’t able to see sicheng before because he had other gigs, but the rest of the cast were there, filming the other scenes that didn’t require the actor. 

“you know, oppa, i mean… who am i kidding? everyone knows qian kun, right?” you started to over exaggerate, “apparently, he likes the director! and everyone in the set knows it… and the director’s kinda shy about it.”

“honestly? if the golden boy qian kun likes me? i’ll marry him immediately.” 

“if it were you. but the director feels a bit insecure because kun’s perfect and all. but i do believe they look good together!” 

“and how did you get this information?”

“liu yangyang. eternal sunshine’s second male lead, the one who’s gonna get dumped in the end,” you stopped the sentence but your manager knew you’re about to dump the biggest, scandalous tea about the man, “but in real life, i heard he dumped dong sicheng’s lead partner.” 

“if i’m being honest? sicheng and that nepo baby’s chemistry is better than yangyang’s and her. but i do see some reason why they would hit off.” 

“no, oppa. you don’t get it, do you?” you sighed, “yangyang worked his ass off in this industry, the nepo baby got it because of her parents! sure, she acts well… but y’know, their vision in life might be different… maybe that’s why they didn’t become a real couple,”

“how about hendery? is he really handsome in person?” your manager curiously asked, “i heard he’s a real asshole.”

“damn right, he is! that man didn’t even acknowledge me nor the staff! he just went straight to the student nurse who was interning during the film to get some paracetamols i’m pretty sure he doesn’t need,” 

“so, hendery’s hot and an asshole. got it,” 

“and dejun… we made eye contact but that’s really it! he’s so afraid of human touch. but he’s so handsome too. even more handsome than hendery and i can feel that he treats everyone nicely, he’s just afraid of being too close,”

“you got all these crazy juices just from one visit on the set and it was enough for you to write eternal sunshine. your talent scares me sometimes,” you can’t really tell if your manager was complimenting you or is weirded out by how well you remember the facts the staff have told you during your time inside the set as well as your own perceptions of every actor in it but you’d take it positively because you do agree that eternal sunshine has some interesting talents in it.

“oh! before i forget, you know that award-winning photojournalist, right? ten lee? apparently, he’s exes with sicheng’s makeup artist and his award-winning piece was a picture of her when they were still together! that’s the kind of part i got inspired to write eternal sunshine, as well as the storyline.”

“they’re not together now?” 

“yeah, but it’s so weird because you can feel the tension and i think it’d be even weirder now because they’re wrapping up the first season and ten has to get the interesting bits while the makeup artist has to make sure sicheng is the interesting bit.”

“i can tell that you enjoyed your time there, y/n. but you better not tell anyone these or they will be in deep trouble.”

“i know! i just had to let it out to you because i know you love those actor rumours and stuff,” you rolled your eyes to your manager, already used to him warning you about getting in trouble from time to time. 

when he left, you immediately continued composing your song about you and sicheng’s interaction, acting like it went to something even more special. 

“i hope i can see him again…” you took a deep breath, looking at the paper you’re writing on, wishing to see and talk to him again.

you heard whispers that sicheng would attend the music festival you were headlining in but you never really took it seriously, considering the busy schedules he probably have because of eternal sunshine. but deep down, you wished he would come and see you perform… maybe he’d talk to you again and maybe he’d be interested in you.

as the sun was setting over the vibrant landscape of the music festival, you stood at the stage, taking a deep breath before looking into the crowd. of course, you were admiring your fans who came all the way from different cities just to see you but you were also hoping to see him. and that, you did. 

you could swore it was the most romantic thing ever because he was also looking into your eyes and when your orbs met? you saw a glint of something behind his glance… or maybe it was just your contacts. 

the music started and you sang one of your greatest hits, everytime, pouring your heart and soul into performing because it’s a song that you can definitely relate to now. ‘i hope he remembers me,’ you thought while singing, hyping the audience up to sing with you.

“why, oh why does god keep bringing me back to you?” you sang looking directly at sicheng who’s also looking at you with something you can’t put into words. you couldn’t really tell what it is that you saw in his eyes when you were performing because he’s with his friends a bit farther on the stage but at least, you could see him.

after your performance, your manager quickly led you to your dressing room where your staff quickly went near you to take off some of the heavy makeup, replacing it with some blush and lip balm so you could comfortably watch and enjoy the festival. 

“y/n, change into this outfit,” one of the staff said, giving you an outfit that is extremely better than the ones you have right now. you just nodded in agreement before going to the comfort room where you changed. 

“feel comfortable now?” your manager asked, giving you a water bottle. “i saw sicheng watching you! he looks so into your performance earlier, y/n,” he added.

you could tell he was teasing you but you didn’t care. you performed your best out there because he was watching. 

“it was just eye contact, oppa,” 

before your manager could respond back to you, a familiar figure towered you from behind and judging his reaction, it was the person you least expect to be in your dressing room right now. 

“oh, sicheng! what brings you here?”

“can i talk to y/n?” his voice was humble, gentle, and comforting. you could melt then and there when you felt his breath from your back. 

your manager gave you a reassuring smile, patted your shoulder, before giving the room all to you and sicheng. 

‘this is it,’ you thought. the man you’ve been crushing over for at least a month now, behind you. now, you guys are alone in your dressing room but you can’t even try to look at him without feeling nervous. 

“hi, y/n,” he started. 

“sicheng! so glad to see you here! i almost thought you forgot about me,” you sheepishly blabbered. this time, you faced him. 

and you almost died. 

the man standing in front of you is the hottest human being ever and people around you would definitely agree if you told them that sicheng is not just a random actor. he is the actor. 

“you were great out there,” he smiled, “it’s one of my favorite songs of yours,”

“i’m glad you like it! i had fun writing it last year,” 

he leaned against the wall, looking relaxed yet attentive. “so, which one of your exes inspired you to write that?” he caught you off-guard with his teasing remark, reminding you of your first encounter with each other.

“what’s with you and my exes? are you interested in them?”

“i’m just curious how they fumbled someone like you,” he shot back with a charming smile.

“flattery won’t get you anywhere, sicheng,” you laughed and tried to shake off what he had just said. “some things just don’t work out, you know,”

sicheng just nodded to what you have just said, “try it with me?” 

this time, you scoffed, “you’re an actor, i’m a singer. that’s like… a recipe for disaster.”

“i’d be in any disaster as long as i’m with you, y/n,” he retorted, eyes staring deeply into your orbs as he waited for your response. 

“whatever, sicheng,” you rolled your eyes, smiling lightly before your manager entered your dressing room again. 

when your manager entered the room, you looked into sicheng’s direction, as if to signal that his time with you is over and he took that as a sign to give you a short farewell. 

“see you soon, y/n,” was all he said before vanishing into the endless hallways of the festival’s backstage. 

your manager’s looking at you with that stupid grin on his face, “so? what happened here and why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? you got turned off or what?”

“woah there, buddy. calm down with those questions, will you?”

but he couldn’t really stop smiling from your interaction with sicheng again. afterall, these days you’ve been thinking about the actor nonstop. 

“he wanted me to try to play the game of love with him. to be in a relationship with him, i guess?” this time, your manager smiled even wider, waiting for you to continue. “stop looking at me like a creepy man,”

“you know what this means right, y/n?” he started, “to have one of the most popular actors talk to you after your performance,” 

“yeah dude, it means they want to get in my pants!” you replied annoyingly.

“or you could’ve maintained the innocent route and answered, ‘oh! it means he’s interested in me!’” your manager mocked your voice to prove a point with both of his index and middle finger doing the air quote-unquote symbol. 

“i know…” you whined, “but what if we won’t work out? what if we end up like those songs i wrote about heartbreaks?” 

but your manager could only give you a reassuring tap on your shoulder, “then write another song about it,”

your manager is actually right. 

at this point in time, you might write another song about a heartbreak. it’s been months now, since that dressing room interaction with sicheng and after it, you found yourself entangled with the actor. in every place you never thought about, actually! 

“still waiting for him?” the lead actress asked you. 

right, you’re in the filming site right now, waiting for sicheng because he told you to come to his apartment later. you decided it was better for the both of you to come at the same time so as to prevent suspicion from the public eye. afterall, your manager is already stressed when you inform him about the situation with sicheng now.

“yeah, i am. how’s the filming going?” you tried to make a short conversation with the lead actress. even though the public has said countless bad comments about her, she’s actually nice and easygoing. and easygoing in a sense that this girl has probably never seen a bad guy in her life! 

“sicheng’s been acting grumpy nowadays. i think it has to do with his dating rumour with karina,” she started, sitting beside you. “you know how those idol-actor rumour goes,”

you nodded. of course, you do know how those go considering you’ve had countless rumours with many men, some of them you didn’t know even existed. but sicheng’s is different because his company keeps on pushing him to do it, telling him it’s ‘good’ publicity. 

before you and the lead actress of eternal sunshine could continue your conversation, sicheng and yangyang came into the picture. the latter gave you a gummy smile whilst signalling the lead actress to follow him. you assumed they have made up and are now in a relationship but you could only assume, sicheng doesn’t tell you stuff. 

“let’s go,” sicheng gave you a half-smile before leading you to his van where yuta, his manager, has been waiting for the both of you.

“hello, yuta,” you greeted politely.

“hi, y/n. sorry if it took long for sicheng to wrap up tonight, it’s an important scene that the director wants to finish immediately,” 

“you don’t need to tell her that, hyung. y/n understands, right?” the actor looked into your direction, giving you his charming smile. 

you smiled back, giving him the satisfaction. 

you will definitely write a song about this.

it’s never ending, honestly. your nights with sicheng in his apartment. him cuddling you to sleep while helping you write lyrics then you begging him to spoil eternal sunshine just for the man to smirk at your pleading face before telling you to go to sleep.

it’s those nights that made you stay with what you guys have but on mornings, you would wake up alone in his bed, leaving you wondering where he might have gone. 

on the first night he had left you alone, you waited until lunch for him to come home but he never did. you only realized that he had come to another filming site when your manager called you, worrying where’d you went the night before. then it happened again and again, urging you to tell your manager what really is happening but you couldn’t give an answer because the two of you haven’t talked about what you guys have right now. 

“it’s been hard, oppa,” you started, sighing on the way home the next morning after your encounter with sicheng and yuta last night. “i can’t believe i’m letting him do this to me,”

“why don’t you ask him about your status? you just can’t keep on waking up alone in that bed if you guys have something going on,”

“i don’t want to pressure sicheng, especially now when things start to get stressful in his work,”

your manager sighed in disbelief, closing his eyes in disappointment to what you have just said. “you’re preparing for an album too, y/n. things are also stressful on your side,” 

“he’s an actor, he has more things to think about than what we are,” 

you try to convince yourself that everything is okay. his texts grew shorter, his calls less frequent. hell, he rarely invites you on set. but when he’s with you? it was like he was a different person. soft, attentive, and present. he would make you dinner and tell you you’re the prettiest thing on earth, only to be left behind the morning after. 

mornings with sicheng are nonexistent. it made you feel used, unloved, and sad. but asking him your label is more humiliating. you’re afraid of putting things into his mouth, afraid he might lose interest in you if you’ve ever asked him about the two of you. 

you’re afraid to be too much for him. 

but you’re only human and he’s pushing you to the edge now. you’ve been overwhelmed with your recording session earlier and sicheng has not replied to any of your messages, even after you finished recording–your phone still had no sign of him seeing your chats and replying to you. 

after the grueling session with your manager inside the recording studio, you immediately left him to go at sicheng’s apartment, even if there’s a risk of getting caught by paparazzis. you just can’t help it now, you’re getting suffocated and confused and hurt. you’re getting every feeling you are not supposed to feel when in love. 

you rang his doorbell for the nth time until a sleepy sicheng opened the door. 

“do you even care about this?” if you weren’t tired and mad, you would’ve melted at his appearance now but your voice was trembling and your legs were shaking as he left you inside his apartment. 

“what kind of question is that, y/n?” his voice was sleepy but his tone was defensive.

“the kind i have to ask because you never let me in,” now, your frustration is spilling over and your mind is not working right. “i’m always the one chasing you, sicheng! aren’t you tired of running from me? haven’t you thought about what i feel?” 

for a moment, you thought he might say something to ease the ache in your chest. instead, he sighed and turned his back on you. “this is who i am, y/n. you agreed to be linked with someone like me in the first place. if i’m not enough for you, maybe you should leave,” 

the first break up was messy (like the other ones that followed). you tried to convince yourself that it was a mutual one but your manager, and everyone around you, didn’t believe you. 

you remember the way back home, your manager picking you up crying at sicheng’s apartment parking lot. he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair before picking you up, telling you to shush and calm down but you never did. all you did that night was cry and ask your manager if you were not enough. 

when your mind was kind of cleared, you realized that maybe distancing yourself to sicheng is for the better. afterall, you both had your careers and responsibilities. maybe being with an actor is really a disaster. 

but the break up didn’t last like how you expected it to do. a few weeks later, he showed up to your apartment, which also counts as the first time he went there, after his schedule. he didn’t greet you with his calm and comforting demeanor like the first time, he was cold and unreadable–distant but pleading.

“i shouldn’t be here,” he admitted as you told him to come inside, “but i couldn’t stay away,”

and just like that, you were back in the loop. nights that felt like promises and mornings that broke you all over again. 

“are you sure about this, y/n?” your manager oppa asked you.

“yeah! i feel him changing for the better, oppa,” you smiled brightly, eyes scanning the setlist for your upcoming concert.

“waking up with him beside you doesn’t count as change, y/n! you still haven’t asked him about what you guys are!” he scolded but you avoided his glance.

the truth is, you did. you asked again. it was inside your apartment this time. it was around december, when everything felt cold outside but inside felt even colder.

your head in sicheng’s lap as the both of you watched the latest episode of eternal sunshine. he was watching your reaction as kun’s character was being teased by the lead actress and hendery. 

“sicheng,” you called. 

“hmm?” 

“are you ready?” you asked. unlike the last time where you had the guts to confront him, you didn’t have the courage to do so that night. you were afraid of what he had to say but you wanted to ask. you had to ask him. 

“y/n…” he started, he was caressing your hair as if to comfort you but deep inside, you know it’s his conscience eating him up, “i’m sorry,” 

you shouldn’t have asked. 

it was humiliating but you can’t help the tears streaming down sicheng’s pajamas. you were crying while still in his lap. but what made you hurt more was him, raising the volume of the television just so he couldn’t hear you aching because of him. 

you fell asleep with an achy heart that night. the day after, sicheng distanced himself from you, feeling ashamed of what he did. you guys did break up again that time but you didn’t have the guts to tell your manager because, like what you expected, the both of you reconciled again. 

and then broke up, once more.

when eternal sunshine’s director invited you to the set again, you were hesitant to come but your manager encouraged you to do so, saying something along the lines of ‘face your fears’ or something. 

“hello, y/n! long time no see!” the director beamed at your presence, “i told sicheng to bring you here anytime but he never did! your presence is missed deeply,” 

“oh… we kinda broke up,” you sheepishly said, the atmosphere now awkward. before the director could apologize, you quickly added “it’s not like there’s something to ‘break’ ‘cause there was never an us in the first place… but y’know,”

she gave you a sad smile, “it didn’t work out, huh?”

“he didn’t work it out with me,” 

it was true. you tried your best to understand sicheng but every break up you guys had also made him even distant. sure, he was better than the first one–he would kiss your cheek, make you dinner and breakfast but everything felt empty. as if he was doing all those stuff to keep you to stay. 

“anyways,” the director cleared her throat, “i called you here because i wanted to talk about the album you’re doing for season 1 and 2. i assume your manager has told you to have it finished by the exact time the last episode of season 1 airs?” 

you nodded. even during the second break up that your manager didn’t know, he made you aware of the album situation with eternal sunshine. the ost you made became a hit that everyone is demanding another song from you for the series however, both parties agreed that an album would be beneficial for you and the drama. 

you couldn’t say no to your manager, especially when he looked so ecstatic telling you about the opportunity. music was your escape, but during those times it was tying you even closer to the man you couldn’t let go of. 

making an album for the drama also includes you visiting the set just so you could get the vibes, to make it as close to the characters as possible. 

“y/n-ssi! dejun made cookies and he said this is for you,” qian kun warmly acknowledged your presence before giving you the cookies dejun had made, “he said it’s for you. he hopes that he can cheer you up with these,” 

“oh, thank you, kun! i hope to see him next time to give thanks personally,” you gladly accepted the cookies and yangyang joined in your conversation. 

“that won’t happen, noona! dejun always disappears after his scenes so he’s not really close to anyone except the cast,” yangyang butted in, picking a cookie from your stash. “yum!” 

“yangyang!” kun tried to scold the younger man but he already dashed off to where the director was, discussing the next scene. 

“have you tried to make a move on the director yet, kun?” you teased, knowing that he had been trying to make a move, it’s just that the director keeps on dodging his advances.

“trust me, y/n. i’ve been trying,” he sounded so helpless you almost saw you in him, when you were still a mess. “he’s coming,” 

kun warned you but it couldn’t prepare you to see sicheng again, after a month. you vividly remember that time when you guys reconciled but called it off again after a week. this is the first time you’re seeing him again as you were determined to not meet him when visiting the filming site. 

“long time no see, y/n-ssi,”

and it hurt you more than the break ups you had with him.

the album, also titled eternal sunshine, became your most personal work. each track was a piece of your heart laid bare as well as the cast’s personal stories they had disclosed to you, but one song in particular, don’t wanna break up again, resonated louder than the rest. it was raw. it was everything you wanted to say put into a song. every lyric was a plea you can’t say aloud. 

when the album was released alongside the last episodes of the series, it was an instant hit. interviews came pouring in, but the questions were never just about the music. everyone wanted to know who the music was for.

“so, y/n! it’s been so long!” the host greeted you, “the song, don’t wanna break up again, is incredibly emotional! everyone was hooked! can you possibly tell us what inspired you to write such a heart wrenching song?” 

you hesitated for a moment, your chest tightening. a particular name was aching to be let out by your mouth but you swallowed it down. you smiled forcefully, like what the management had trained you before when you were still a trainee. “it’s about loving someone who pushes you into your limit, thinking you’re too much for them,” you said every word carefully, “that even though they’re making you feel all the bad stuff, you still hold onto them–like a cycle of losing and wanting,” 

“sounds personal,” the interviewer teased, wanting to pry just a little more. “is it based on your own experience?”

your throat felt dry, but you gracefully replied, “i think it’s fitting for eternal sunshine, actually! but i think everyone’s been through something like that,” 

but not everyone had a sicheng. not everyone had nights where love was promised and mornings where it shattered into pieces. 

the thing you have been dreading to happen, happened. your fans caught up to everything. the media caught up. 

the speculation began online after the wrapping up press conference of the cast where they were singing your album’s tracks. the part where they were singing don’t wanna break up again trended like wildfire that everyone talked about for weeks… because they were singing it straight into sicheng’s face.

clues were pieced together. from your social media posts, sicheng’s cryptic interviews, to his unusual behavior while everyone was singing your song. 

to your fans, it made total sense. this was your most personal album and everything you and sicheng had been saying on your separate interviews during the ‘plotted’ timeline, as what they have been saying on x, connected with each other. 

“GUYS! do you remember when sicheng was wearing a hoodie oddly similar to y/n’s and then us finding out it was custom-made?” one fan tweeted, garnering thousands of likes.  “‘we both know this time, so we say goodbye’ y/n REALLY got in the studio, wrote THIS, and thought we wouldn’t figure it out. sis, you played yourself,” another one butted in.  “‘this situationship has to end but i just can't refuse’ i KNOW this line has sicheng pacing around his living room rn. he’s probably listening to it on repeat like the rest of us but for HIM it’s personal.”

“this is bad, y/n! everyone’s linking you to sicheng,” stress is an understatement if you were to describe your manager right now, answering calls and texts here and there.

“if this was months ago, i would’ve loved all of these, won’t i?” you teased, remembering the time you imagined your manager’s hair withering from the stress a dating scandal with sicheng would bring him, not thinking it would become real. 

soon, you and sicheng became a hot topic together, with the netizens creating video edits pairing scenes from eternal sunshine with snippets of your performances. every lyric from that song of yours was scrutinized, with don’t wanna break up again becoming the anthem of the speculation. 

it was only a matter of time a fearless journalist popped the question, “your fans are convinced that the song is about a certain actor. do you have any comments on that?”

that wasn’t part of the question list they have submitted on your management prior to this interview so you were taken a back. you looked at the side to see your manager’s eyebrows knitted together, completely disappointed to the journalist. “i think art speaks for itself, it’s up for the listener to interpret it,” you replied, giving the journalist a kind smile. 

“but doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, knowing that everyone is connecting your song to someone specific?” it seems like a kind smile won’t falter this journalist’s pressing questions. 

“heartbreak is universal. the details don’t matter as much as the emotions,” 

behind close doors, however, the attention was harder to ignore. your team advised you to avoid addressing the rumours and apologized for the inconvenience the journalist had caused earlier. 

“it’s fine, it’s not like everyone expected for that to happen,” brushing off their concern.

despite the media buzzing over the possible ‘biggest’ dating rumour ever in the industry, sicheng and his management remained silent. it stung you deeply, for him, someone you loved dearly, to not go against his management rules and defend you. but what’s there for him to defend about? 

his management, so quick to fabricate a public romance with karina to boost his movie, now met the storm with a calculated indifference. no denial, no defense–just the old school silence, hoping it will die down after a day or so. as if you were just a fleeting rumour unworthy of their acknowledgement. 

sadly, the buzz grew when photos surfaced of the two of you entering sicheng’s apartment. you think it was that night when you were overwhelmed with everything that you just stormed out of your recording booth to ask him. thankfully, the photo didn’t show you and sicheng’s face but with the silhouette? it was clear that it was the both of you.

one evening, after another press junket, you found yourself face-to-face with sichang again. he’d been avoiding you per his management’s request but here he is, leaning against the wall of your dressing room. 

it was like the first meeting again. when he asked you out.

“the album,” he started. his voice was softer than you expected, making you remember the nights where he’d sing to you, “it’s beautiful,”

you forced a smile, “thank you,” your tone was neutral, “i guess heartbreak makes good music,”

his jaw tightened, “you think i don’t know?”

this time, you tried your best not to let out a sarcastic laugh, “do you?” you were challenging him, stepping closer to feel his aura deteriorating, “because you made sure it never stops,” 

for a moment, sicheng didn’t say anything and you thought he’d run away from you again. then, quietly, “i never wanted to hurt you, y/n,”

“but you did, sicheng!” your voice was full of ache, “and you kept on doing it. every time, sicheng… i think i’ve moved on and then you pull me back in. i thought you were getting better but you didn’t. i thought i was too much for asking what we had, you know? you made me feel bad for demanding things that shouldn’t been demanded in the first place,” 

he tried to touch your cheek, noticing a tear falling down your eye but you stepped back, “i’m sorry, y/n,” 

you shook your head, “just stop, sicheng. please?”

the final break up, or the closure (like what your manager likes to call it), wasn’t loud or dramatic. it was quiet, mature, and comforting. it was like a song fading out. the first weeks, he kept on calling, begging you to stay by his side but you know that if you did, you’ll be back in the cycle that favors him the most, the type where you lose yourself in the process. 

so, you stopped answering his calls and eventually, he stopped making them. 

the world never really moved on from you and sicheng but the speculations died down. in the end, your album and the series’ excellence were praised by everyone without bringing up the scandalous romantic escapade you had with sicheng. 

late at night, when you stared out at the city lights, the memories still lingered, soft yet cutting. despite knowing how disastrous it was to love him, you had returned again and again, hoping for something more… something that he wasn’t ready to give you despite him telling you to try it with him. 

and in the end, you let him slip through your fingers, even as your heart begged you to hold on just one more time. because beneath the longing for his touch and warmth, you know it had to end at some point. 

COMING UP NEXT.  “yangyang worked his ass off in this industry, the nepo baby got it because of her parents! sure, she acts well… but y’know, their vision in life might be different… maybe that’s why they didn’t become a real couple,”

[winwintea]

Blame it on my Disney Wish! WayV Series (hiatus)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot, 

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true? 

TAG LIST ▸ at the bottom (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel 

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

01. google search: wikihow to look cool in front of a girl with pictures

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻You and I🪻

✨Pairing: Sicheng x gn!reader ✨Prompt: The two of you meet at a cute cafe by bumping into each other and one offers to buy something for the other as an apology. ✨Word count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, strangers to friends, crush at first sight? ☀️️️Authors note: So what did you guys think of this one? I think it's rather cute and I'm happy with the outcome of it!🥰

Your day had started out fine, everything had been running smoothly, no problems at all until you arrived at the new cafe which had little swings you could sit on out on their porch. You had been eyeing them for a while now and finally, finally you manages to get there before all of them had been taken.

That's when it happened. While you were turning around with your cup of steaming hot tea someone bumped into you causing you to spill your drink everywhere just narrowingly missing your clothes, the end of your pants and your shoes weren't so lucky and the hot beverage stained them both.

"Oh no! Oh I am so so sorry I did not mean to bump into you!" The stranger was panicking, checking you over to see if he had accidentally hurt you by bumping into you.

"It's okay... Accidents happen I guess." You tried to tell him with a tightlipped smile. You could see his face dropping when he realized he made you spill your drink and also ruin your legs and shoes.

"Shit I made you spill on your legs and your shoes. I'm sorry I really didn't mean to! Here what was the beverage you had? I'll buy you a new one since I made you spill!!"

"Oh no you really don't have to it's fine." You tried to argue with him but he would have none of it, just shaking his head before walking up to the register.

"Could you please make her beverage again? I'll pay for it! It was my fault she spillt it after all! Oh and could you please also make me an iced americano??" He started to talk to the cashier before turning to you.

"You can go and take a seat I'll come to you with your new drink!"

There really was no point in arguing with him. It was cute though how worried he was and how determined he was to actually buy you a new drink.

"Okay fine. You'll find me out on the porch." You told him and he nodded with a shy smile. He was rather cute when he smiled you concluded. He had a beanie on and a nice hoodie, he truly looked really kind in your eyes. You shook your head as you walked to the porch to take your seat on a swing. "Get yourself together y/n." You told yourself lightly smacking your hands against your cheeks.

"There you are! Here's your drink." He put yours on the table and then his own in front of yours on the opposite side before he ran back to the front only to come back with a box.

"Okay so I was gonna bring these to a picnic with my friends, but they can wait a little bit longer because I want to apologize again to you." He told you whilst opening a box containing a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries in a wide assortment of colors.

"You really don't have to. It is more than enough that you bought me my drink again. Truly." You told him with a smile and was met with that cute smile again.

"Please, I wouldn't be able to let this go if I didn't do this. I should have watched my steps when I entered instead of bumping into you!" He told you earnestly while sitting down motioning for you to take a strawberry.

"Won't your friends be mad I'm taking something you were bringing to the picnic?" you asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh no, they'd be more mad at me if I told them I only bought you a drink as an apology and didn't do more." He chuckled. "They can be very dramatic sometimes but they're good people."

"Sounds like they're great friends from the way you're talking about them." You said while hesitating at first but after he gave you an encouraging nod with that cute smile again you took a strawberry from the box.

"Oh yeah my name is y/n by the way. Thank you for the strawberry." You told him raising the strawberry up as a little toast before causing him to giggle at your gesture.

"I'm Sicheng." He says before taking a strawberry of his own doing a little toast to you.

The two of you sit and chat for a while really enjoying each other's company. You learn that Sicheng is an actor and he's in a play right now at the local theatre. His passion really making him even more beautiful in your eyes.

"Well then I truly gotta go and see you on stage!" You told him with a smile causing Sichengs own to widen even more.

"Really?! I'd love for you to come!" He said enthusiastically, you weren't sure if you were seeing it right but it looked like a blush was building on his face, his ears completely red. You decided then and there that you really really wanted his number. He was cute, really beautiful and kind and passionate about what he was doing.

"Is it possible I could get your number??" You asked boldly before the feeling of being brave would disappear and make you regret what you had just asked. Luckily Sicheng just looked happy and almost relieved you had asked for his number, nodding and fishing out his phone handing it to you. You hand him yours as you start putting in your number and name and snapped a funny picture for him to remember who you were.

"Umm... Would it be possible for me to take you out on like a date on the day you would come and see me on stage? Like afterwards? Just you and me?" He asked cheeks blossoming pink again causing you to give him a smile.

"That sounds wonderful. Just you and I. I'll text you the day I'll manage to get tickets and we could plan from there?" You told him

"That sounds great!" He was about to say something else when his phone suddenly exploded with messages and as he looked down his eyes widened.

"Shit! The picnic! Sorry! I have to go before my friends find me and have my head for being late!" He apologized taking his things rather clumsily.

"Go! Don't worry we can text more later!"

"Bye! Thank you! I'll see you on our date!!" He said before rushing out of the cafe looking panicked causing you to laugh at his slightly goofy run.

The last thing you did was open your phone and look at your new contact named Sicheng🍓 with a cute picture of him posing with a strawberry as his user contact.

"Now to find a ticket." You told yourself trying to hold back your excitement opening the website to see if there where any available in the next coming days for your date with the really cute man you had met due to an accident at the coffee shop.

[sugaringinnie]

The road is ever going,

Phycological horror/unreliable narrator

Word count: 561

Tags: WayV ensemble, Blood, Disassociation, Hendery-centric, Metaphors, On the run, Murder.

Characters: Hendery, Kun.

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The road is ever going. The sky is falling out into little pieces of white that the cold wind takes in it's path. He can't feel his nose, but Kun insists on keeping the window open even when he's not smoking.

Hendery wants to complain, but Kun has been too quiet, shaky fingers gripping the wheel. — His knuckles are almost as red as his eyes, though not from the cold. Hendery knows this because he knows Kun.—

They haven't stopped once since Kun started the car. Hendery doesn't want to ask, but he has to. Because an hour ago Kun had a fight with Ten and now they're on a road trip to god knows where.

But Kun stays silent and so does Hendery.

The road is ever going. The sky is falling out into little pieces of white that the cold wind takes in it's path. He can see his breath, but Kun insists on leaving the window open because there's a stench that makes them both want to throw up.

He is too afraid to ask Kun about it. So he holds his own legs until it hurts.

They are far from home, in a place near here and there, Hendery has seen trees for miles, stretching endlessly up almost touching the stars, and to the sides with thick trunks. Kun hasn't said a word to him. He just looks at him carefully out of the corner of his eye when he thinks the younger one isn't looking.

The road is ever going. The sky is falling out into little pieces of white that the cold wind takes in it's path.

Kun is gone. He tired to protect him and he lost anyways. It's a joy that Hendery has felt before, when Xiaojun left, when Yangyang left. But it can't go on like this. He doesn't feel happy, he can't because his friends aren't there.

There's no one to drive the car, and Hendery doesn't want to go back there either, the dirt and the reminder that he's alone now it's too present in the vehicle.

Hendery is shaking and gasping for breath as he walks, his clothes wet and dripping red onto the night blooms that decorate the forest floor. He doesn't know what trapped Kun, the ecosystem too dense to see properly but it seems to be the same thing that got Ten and the others.

He needs to wash his clothes, he has to get rid of them. His clothes are too heavy on him crusted with dirt and blood, he waits for a lake, perhaps, to get rid of the scent Sicheng and Lucas left on him hours ago but he's not far into the woods yet, though it feels like it. He knows this because there's a swing that seems to taunt him, barely there with its ties loose and broken. The same one he saw when Kun stopped the car with a cry of pain.

Hendery is shaking and breathing so hard that he's afraid he won't be able to keep up any longer. He's running and running and running.

Something is chasing him and he doesn't know if it's real or if the blood on his hands is his own doing.

He's scared. But the road is ever going and he has to keep running or he will die with the others.

[mins-fins]

NCT LIBRARY [ 💌 ] !

💌 NCT 127 ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 JOHNNY SUH

nothing here yet..

💌 LEE TAEYONG

the course of true love — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NAKAMOTO YUTA

nothing here yet..

💌 KIM DOYOUNG

from little wave — (drabble)

💌 JEONG JAEHYUN

meat grinder — (drabble)

💌 KIM JUNGWOO

nothing here yet..

💌 NCT DREAM ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 MARK LEE

darlin' — (drabble) angel eyes — (long fic) self control — (drabble) something — (drabble) this is your day — (drabble) remember summer days — (long fic) the cure — (drabble) pearls — (drabble) 20:20 pm — (timestamp) endless nameless — (smau series) there's nothing left for you — (drabble)

💌 HUANG RENJUN

daydream — (drabble) 247 — (drabble) new years day — (long fic) two slow dancers — (drabble) bygone days — (drabble)

💌 LEE JENO

i killed you — (drabble) âme sœur — (long fic) 23:16 pm — (timestamp) 119 — (drabble) 21:29 pm — (timestamp) operation ἐκλείπω (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LEE DONGHYUCK

something — (drabble) hell in heaven (series; ongoing) bring it back — (drabble) where do we go — (drabble) 02:09 am — (timestamp) 06:10 am — (timestamp) june 20th — (drabble) missa solemnis — (drabble) should've been me — (drabble) boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot) star — (drabble) haunted — (drabble)

💌 NA JAEMIN

hey jane — (drabble) everything is romantic — (drabble) feel like a fool — (drabble) hold me tight — (drabble) sound of rain — (drabble) can't take my eyes off of you — (drabble) junie — (drabble) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot) 00:17 am — (timestamp)

💌 ZHONG CHENLE

a day for love — (long fic) audere est facere — (long fic) unapologetically in love — (smau oneshot) you have one new voicemail from! — (oneshot)

💌 PARK JISUNG

buzzfeed unsolved — (smau series; ongoing) orbit of yours — (long fic) sincerely, a lovestruck fool — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 WAYV ꜜ

nothing here yet..

💌 QIAN KUN

heart attack — (drabble)

💌 TEN LEE

boyfriend texts — (smau oneshot) closure — (drabble) parenting chronicles — (long fic; work in progress) not now kitty cat! — (smau; work in progress)

💌 DONG SICHENG

pareidolia — (drabble)

💌 XIAO DEJUN

buttercup — (smau series; work in progress) dal segno — (drabble) all flights are delayed — (long fic) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 HUANG GUANHENG

dancing swords — (long fic; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! — (long fic; work in progress)

💌 LIU YANGYANG

01:09 am — (timestamp) perfect moment — (smau series; work in progress) space science — (drabble) delicate — (drabble; work in progress) r.i.p 2 my youth! (long fic; work in progress)

💌 NCT WISH ꜜ

nothing here yet..

[kwanisms]

please note that I am no longer actively writing for nct or any of their sub units and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

— oneshots

»» You Called? ♧ s. johnny

➥ 6.2k; after her neighbor summons a demon who mistakenly ends up in her apartment, he decides to make a deal with Y/N instead.

»» Changes ♤ l. taeyong

➥ 3.5k; upon discovering she's pregnant after hooking up with her friend Taeyong the night before he leaves for a world tour, Y/N decides to take care of everything herself. A year later, when the tour ends and Taeyong comes back, things threaten to change forever.

»» No Longer ♤ j. jaehyun

➥ 1.7k; Jaehyun relives the past two years leading up to where he is now.

»» It Should Have Been Me ♤ d. sicheng

➥ 4.8k; when Y/N's survivor group gets overwhelmed by a horde, things take a nasty turn, resulting in a tragic outcome.

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[planetkiimchi]

bend to my will | d.sc

featuring: guard!winwin x royal!reader

word count: 991

summary — when sicheng tries to stop you from executing an assassin that made an attempt on your life, something in you snaps, and you say some words harsher than you mean to.

author's note: uhh this is related to moonlight dancing but i haven't really come up with a plot for it. just think of it as a series of oneshots in the same universe. it would help to read them in order, though.

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“Stand back.”

The assassin glared back at you, the heat in her eyes boring into your skull. Her muscles tensed, as if she was trying to move, but your magic kept her frozen to her spot. She struggled against your will, gritting her teeth, but your power was too strong for her to overcome.

She made no move to step away, and you met her stare with a disinterested expression. With a lazy roll of your eyes, you forced her to stand with her legs together, hands falling limp by her side. The dagger in her fist dangled precariously, and she slowly removed one finger at a time, and her eyes widened as she lost grip of the hilt.

The dagger should have dug into the smooth leather of her boot, sharp enough to cut through the material but not to penetrate all the way to her skin. It would have been a final warning, and she wouldn’t be given extra reason to hate you because you had mutilated her.

Instead, the dagger’s course was slightly skewed, and it landed at her feet, the point of the blade clattering against the ground, missing her boot by a hair’s breadth. No one else would notice; they would think it was her luck that it had not injured her, but you knew better.

Without shifting your gaze or turning your body, you heard a choked sound escape the lips of your most trusted guard, Sicheng.

You knew he was aware that the dagger should have fallen onto her boot, and both of you knew that he had shifted the course of it just enough for only the two of you to know. You couldn’t believe that he didn’t trust you, that he had dared go against your will.

You forced his throat muscles to seize, blocking his airways for long enough that he would get the message. He handled it remarkably well, allowing only the faintest sound to be heard, and not moving the rest of his body.

He stood still, metres away from you, just outside of your peripheral vision. The cuff of your sleeve fluttered, just barely, in his direction. A plea for you to show mercy.

The disinterest in your gaze faded, replaced by irritation. How could you possibly be expected to deal with threats, when the threat was struggling against your command, and your guard was begging you to be merciful?

Seeing the muted fury in your eyes, the assassin’s determination dimmed, the fiery hatred fizzling to a wavering flame, fear clouding her vision. But her jaw remained tightly set, unwilling to give up.

Your eyes rolled up, revealing the white of your eyeballs in a rare display of your annoyance. With a wave of your hand, you dismissed the assassin from your sight. Your guards rushed up to bind her wrists together, tugging her along as the metal chains weighed her down.

She glared at you once more as she was dragged away.

Sicheng was by your side in two large steps. He lowered his head to your ear, asking, “What will you do with her?”

“She will be tried. And if she is found guilty, her crime is punishable by death.”

“But she didn’t even hurt you–” Before he could raise his voice, you stared him down.

“Watch your tone, Sicheng. I am your ruler, and my word is law.” Your tone was warning, dangerously laced with threats, and Sicheng wasn’t an idiot. He held your gaze for one second before wrenching his eyes from your magnetic ones, stepping back and bowing with his right hand over his heart.

“I apologise, Your Highness. I stepped out of line.”

Good that he knows it. You waved your hand once more, “Dismissed.” The rest of the guards took their leave, leaving you and Sicheng alone.

As soon as they had left, Sicheng moved towards you subconsciously, as if he was physically drawn to your body. He grasped a fistful of the flowy garb draped over your back, pulling you closer to him.

“Why would you…” He couldn’t even speak the words aloud.

“How could you be my highest-ranking guard, when you can’t even say the word ‘kill’ aloud?” You asked in distaste.

“You’re different,” he said, unflinchingly. He pulled away to look down at your face, stony with resignation. “You’re never like this when we’re alone, you said you hated the bloodshed, you–”

“Stop pretending to know me.” You shook him off, righting your crumpled clothes. “You will never understand what it’s like to be in my position, to have to make a choice for the better of your kingdom even if it goes against whatever your heart is screaming at you to do. You will never, ever know what it is like to see your brother hold a blade to your lover’s heart because he believed that was what was right for his people.

“You will never know what it is like to watch the life drain from a friend’s eyes, someone so dear to you, who had only tried to get close to you to kill you. Never. So don’t try to tell me I’m ‘different’. You try living in my shoes, and you’ll understand.” Your voice was soft, but there was harshness and pain in your words, and you willed yourself not to show any emotions apart from the raw hurt he could probably hear in your voice.

Heart beating impossibly fast, you walked away, pausing only to snatch the dagger from the floor where it had been left, and tossing it in the air, catching it and flinging it backwards carelessly at Sicheng’s heart.

You didn’t need to turn around to know your aim had rung true, much less to know that he had stopped it just before it had a chance to graze his clothes, hovering in the air like a constant reminder of how unsuited the two of you were for each other.

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[suzayaaa]

WIPS

NOW PLAYING…

🎼 Perfume - NCT DOJAEJUNG

1:50─────────2:47

Yeah, yeah, that’s me, 짙은 농도에…

BEFORE YOU SEARCH…

just because a wip is on this list doesn’t mean it will get released. it’s just a bunch of my drafts i started and never bothered to finish… so, have fun reading about my rotten ideas 😭

BOOKSHELF: NCT 127…

HOW YOU’D BECOME A COUPLE / HEADCANON

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairings: nct127 x reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: fluff

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: none yet

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 0.4k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 0.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 231026

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231026

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: He knows you’re into him, because who isn’t?

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: honestly, i think i might want to change it into a series of shorts fics… for now, i’ll let it rot, as i have no idea what to do with it 😁

BOOKSHELF: JOHNNY SUH…

HEARTBREAKER / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: surfer!johnny x fashion designer!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: a series of encounters lead a certain surfer back to your heart, but for how long? after all, you’re the heartbreaker.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: idk either

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: mentions of food and alcohol, cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: ~12.0k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.9k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230711

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240201

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “I don’t know.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: it was a oneshot but i read it after a couple of months and decided to turn it into a full fic! this one is such a vibe i LOVE it

BOOKSHELF: LEE TAEYONG…

MUSIC, DANCE / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: dancer!taeyong x musician!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: after taeyong joins a college competition, he must face the challenge of singing a self-composed song. problem? he knows nothing about music. luckily, when a girl from music department steals his library place, he knows exactly what to do.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, strangers to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, some toxic behaviors

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 30-40k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 10.3k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230722

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240303

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You said, a hint of disbelief in your eyes and voice.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this too started as an old oneshot… i’m actually dedicated to this one

BOOKSHELF: NAKAMOTO YUTA…

(DON’T) JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: yuta x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: your childhood love is back in town, more charming than ever. his frequent visits to your library tell you he’s up to something, but you don’t want to be anywhere near him. maybe he won’t realize he’s talking to your twin, not you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: reader has a twin, childhood friends to lovers, one-sided enemies to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, suggestive jokes

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15-20k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 231025

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231121

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: Romi cuts through the silence with an even sharper knife.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this is so difficult to write but i love the idea so much i’m at war with myself

BOOKSHELF: DONG SICHENG…

??? / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: dancer!winwin x dance team leader!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: you’re the best. always have been. until a guy named dong sicheng joined your dance team and stole your crown.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: enemies to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 10-15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.1k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230926

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231223

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “I can’t come to practice next week. I asked others and they told me it’s best to come directly to you.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: ima be honest i dont remember any ideas i’ve ever had for this

BOOKSHELF: MARK LEE…

BETTER DAYS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: mark x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: forced to move to seoul by your parents, you continue the family business by becoming a manager of a coffee shop. it’s the last thing in the world you want to do, but when a guy named mark shows you a different way to live, you start to believe in better days.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: coffee shop au, angst, strangers to lovers, unrequited love, sad ending

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, depression, mental health problems, trauma and all that

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15-20k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.5k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230629

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231110

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You have barely three days to say goodbye to the home of your heart, and there’s no escape.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: if stories could break hearts this one would break mine

BOOKSHELF: XIAO DEJUN…

FALSIFY / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: tutor!xiaojun x rich!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: dreams come true only if you’re rich, something dejun is the total opposite of. luckily, besides having an angelic voice, he’s also the best at math—that’s why you want him to tutor you and he happily agrees. wait, but he doesn’t tutor college students!

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, strangers to lovers, very light and humorous narration

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 2.5k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230826

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240128

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: Dejun was kissing you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: one of my fav drafts

BOOKSHELF: LEE HAECHAN…

7 DAYS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: haechan x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: when haechan gets in trouble, he (not so) accidentally gets you in trouble. he asks you to pretend to be his childhood friend for a week, and you agree. after all, what can seven days do?

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: college au, fake friends to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food, alcohol and drugs

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 15k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 4.8k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: on hold

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230705

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 231223

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “You know, you can tell us if you’re his girlfriend.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this one also started as a oneshot… i think i see a pattern

BOOKSHELF: NA JAEMIN…

A FREE COURSE TO INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: psychologist!jaemin x journalist!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: jaemin teaches you all about interpersonal relationships while you teach him all about love.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: psychologist!jaemin, journalist!reader, friends to lovers, angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: 25-30k

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 1.3k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 240202

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240207

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: You quickly talk him through the nearly traumatic meeting with your boss and how you ended up in your current situation.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: i actually have a plan for this one???

BOOKSHELF: LIU YANGYANG…

FRIDAY AFTERNOONS / FULL FIC

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: yangyang x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: yangyang loves you, but not the way you want him to. you love yangyang, but not the way he needs you to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: second chances, old best friends to lovers

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, mentions of food and alcohol, smoking, irresponsible driving, suggestive jokes

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: not more than 20k i hope

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 11.9k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 230807

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240719

𓆩⟡𓆪 last sentence written: “Just give Y/N the remote,” Renjun sighed.

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: this was supposed to be a 5k fic and it just keeps going… also the logline kinda has nothing to do with the story

BOOKSHELF: KIM GYUVIN…

UNTITLED

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: kim gyuvin x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 logline: you didn’t expect to witness a relationship break up during a sports day.

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: -

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, crazy ex

𓆩⟡𓆪 estimated word count: -

𓆩⟡𓆪 current word count: 0.8k

𓆩⟡𓆪 status: writing

𓆩⟡𓆪 started: 240807

𓆩⟡𓆪 last update: 240807

𓆩⟡𓆪 last paragraph written: “Great observation skills. Now, excuse me, let me get the staff for that vending machine.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: -

[pocket-scenarios]

Don’t Understand - Winwin

(Admin: Babyboiii I had to rush to finish this since Yuzia wouldn’t so, sorry for the cliff-hanger ending. If you have exams this week like me good luck lmao)

“It was a mistake,” you rush out, pacing around the hotel room, Sicheng following close behind you, “we were drunk,” you attempt to reason rolling your lips together turning quickly to make eye contact with Sicheng.

“Why does it have to be a mistake?” Sicheng blurts out sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, “why can’t we just admit that we like each other?” Sicheng says softly turning away from you.

“Sicheng,” you say flatly, “we’re friends,” you say it like it’s the most obvious thing and like those two words clear up everything but they don’t, “we were drunk and it was a mistake, I was hurt and drank too much,” you mumble almost trying to reason with yourself more than him not wanting to complicate things further and really just wanting to forget.

“I love you,” the words hold so much weight and sincerity that you can physically feel yourself sinking into the floor you feel like you might need another five drinks just to get through this conversation.

“I just got cheated on then dumped I can’t,” you say softly giving up on denying anything your hand gripping shakily onto the counter to your right while you stare at the closed hotel room door in front of you attempting to will yourself towards the door but also fighting to stay in place unable to decide which option is better, “please try to understand me,” you say softly.

“I can’t,” he says firmly and you can hear his steps but you make no effort to turn around, “I can’t understand because you’ve had feelings for me,” Sicheng says flatly, “you just denied them,” he mutters from behind you resting his hand on top of your own that’s gripping the counter and your defenses completely crumble around you.

“You’re mistaken,” you stumble out, “I loved him, Sicheng, that’s why it hurt so much,” you mumble dropping your head the whole situation is confusing and your head is pounding and spinning from the hangover, “I don’t understand why you’re suddenly being like this,” you near-whisper.

(I took my links off so that it would show up in the search on Tumblr)

[angelssung]

christmas eve lover

summary: sicheng’s ready to finally say ‘i love you’.

warning: major character death

genre: angst

pairings: winwin x gender neutral!reader

a/n: merry christmas <3

Dong Sicheng was never really one for relationships. With his career and future in front of him, he preferred to focus on it, although he did end up in relationships here and there.

But then there was you. The only one he could clearly imagine some sort of future he liked.

There was only one problem: as Sicheng had only been in a small number of relationships, he found it difficult to open up and express himself properly outside of his slightly cold exterior.

You, however, didn’t mind. Silent company was just as nice as a conversation, and unlike his past two exes, you hadn’t forced him to open up fully to him. You didn’t even get upset when he couldn’t say ‘I love you’ back, you understood that he needed time and that it was difficult for him.

Sicheng was so thankful for your patience. No words could describe how he felt, so he resorted to hugs, shy pecks, or holding hands as a response, but you didn’t mind. You knew what you’d signed up for.

Today, on Christmas Eve, things would change. Inviting you to take a stroll at the city garden, where there would be fairy lights and slightly tacky Christmas themed decorations, your boyfriend was ready to confess his love to you properly.

It was a big step forward for both you and him, he could only imagine how you’d pull him in for a warm hug, and chuckle before saying the words he loved to hear from you, ‘I love you, too’.

Of course, before going, the two of you had planned to meet at the cafe near the garden to get a nice and warm drink to combat the cold night.

Sicheng stood all bundled up in front of the cafe, quickly spotting your figure on the opposite side of the street.

You waved your right arm with so much energy, an enthusiastic smile accompanying your actions. “Sicheng! You look great!”

As a laugh escaped your lips, Sicheng swore he had never seen someone so radiant like you.

However, the next thing he knew, your boyfriend was cradling your bloodied body that he refused to accept would never wake up again.

“Wake up! Please! (Y/N), please wake up. I want to tell you that I love you. I can say it back, now.”

This was a dream, right? You didn’t just get run over whilst crossing the road on the green light, did you?

The ringing of his own ears caused Sicheng to not hear his own anguished screams and wails of pain, feeling the pain of losing the person he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

Along with feeling the pain of never being able to finally tell you the words ‘I love you’, the words he rehearsed for the past week, because you were no longer alive.

[winwintea]

Blame it on my Disney Wish (Prologue)

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ romance, fluff, crack, angst, acquaintances to lovers, disney park au, college au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, chenle gets bullied a lot, kun also gets bullied a lot, everyone gets bullied a lot, 

SUMMARY ▸ kun takes the boys to disney world, funded by his sugar daddy chenle. however none of them were prepared for you to tag along, more or less even be affected by that cliche disney magic. but hey, maybe dreams really do come true? 

TAG LIST ▸ (send me an ask here if you’d like to be added! + those tagged will be in the tag list of all chapters of this series!)

RELEASE DATE ▸ no schedule haha... i work at my own pace guys!

WORD COUNT ▸ 1.1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome to my first ever fic? this is a “choose your own route” kind of series, so no need to read in order! i’ll be updating one chapter at a time, finishing off all chapter 1’s before i move onto the chapter 2’s. this originally started off as a crack fic idea that turned into a romance. thank u for taking the time to indulge in my silly fic. i’m very into disney parks so this was very fun to write. PLEASE ALSO READ THE PROLOGUE BEFORE READING THE CHAPTERS!

“Could we maybe go to Disney?”

Little did Qian Kun know, was that this innocent question would be the reason why Kun, and 6 other idiots were now at Walt Disney World with you.

That day, Dong Si Cheng, Kun’s roommate, asked a simple question. That had a simple answer: No. But what happened instead, wasn’t as simple. If it were any other one of his idiotic friends he would’ve turned them down straight away, but the request had to come from the mouth of Dong Si Cheng instead. There was no way Kun could resist the temptation of seeing those eyes look dejected after he rejected that wish of Si Cheng’s. 

“Sure, I’ll see what I can do.” Was what HE SHOULD NOT HAVE SAID. but he did.

As soon as Kun walked out of Si Cheng’s room, his smile quickly turned into a frown. How the hell was he going to accomplish this? They were pretty much broke college students, no freetime, and no clout. Actually the last part was a lie. They were pretty popular amongst most of the students of their school. Mingled with most people, went to parties, drank a lot, you get the gist. Yet, that wasn’t enough clout to magically grant them a Disney trip. That shit only happened in movies. Disney movies. 

“Couldn’t help but overhear that sad conversation.” Kun turned his head to see a familiar face, one that happened to belong to his ‘bestie’ Ten. He was using the term ‘bestie’ lightly. They’d known each other for years, but still bickered and teased each other over everything. Ten’s real name was ‘Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul’, but of course no one could pronounce that so everyone just called him Ten instead. It made life simpler. 

“Oh yeah? Like you could do anything better.” 

Ten cocked his head to the side, “What? Can’t stop being a people pleaser for once and reject someone for a change?” “I’d love to see you try. Why don’t you go tell him ‘no’ instead, so we don’t have to shovel out our own money to pay for this damn trip?” Kun knew Ten loved a good challenge, and that Ten was as equally broke as he was, so maybe he could convince Ten to persuade Si Cheng.

Ten looked at him for a few seconds, rolled his eyes, and walked right into Si Cheng’s room. Kun glanced at his watch, wanting to see how long it would take. 

“You don’t need to tell me Ten. I heard everything outside, I… understand.” Kun could hear Si Cheng’s faint voice from the door, and his heart ached a little. The sadness in his tone was very obvious. “I was being selfish… I’m sorry.” 

“N-Nononoofcoursenot!” Ten blabbered out. Suddenly Ten opened the door again, spotted Kun and pulled Kun back into the room with him. “Tell him Kun! We were just planning the dates right, weren’t we Kun?” 

Fuck this bastard. Kun could imagine it in his head. Right here, right now. His hands wrapped tightly around Ten’s neck. And when he was done, he would know exactly where to put the bo- Err… Just kidding. There would be a witness anyways. A witness that was currently giving him a puzzled look. 

“Uhm… yeah yeah… yeah right we were just booking flights that’s all. And if it… sounded like we weren’t gonna go uh… we were just… joking, right?” Kun looked at Ten for support. If Ten was gonna throw Kun under the bus then he needed all the help he could get.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll go to your favorite park!” Ten winked at Si Cheng, still nervously looking at Kun. “I like all of them though…” 

That’s it. Kun grabbed on Ten’s arm, as equally hard as Ten had done to him earlier, dragging him out of Si Cheng’s room once again. This time, Kun and Ten positioned themselves strategically in the kitchen where Kun’s beloved roommate wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation. However as they made their way into the kitchen to see a shorter boy standing at the sink peeling an orange. “Chenle, how the fuck do you keep getting into our dorm room?” Kun stared at Chenle as he was nonchalantly peeling his orange. 

The younger boy grinned at the two. “Si Cheng gave me his spare key. He wanted to learn how to play basketball, so I’ve been teaching him.”

Chenle was a basketball prodigy and had gotten into their school on a scholarship because of it. He was only 2 grades below Kun, but somehow they shared most of their classes with each other. Chenle would always pester Kun whenever he could and did anything he could to make his life miserable. “Okay, so why are you here now? Si Cheng did not look like he was about to play basketball at all.” Chenle popped an orange slice in his mouth. “Silly! I’m here for you! Well, see I originally was going to bother you like I normally do, y’know” He ignored Kun’s glare and continued on, “But then… I was hungry so I got a snack.” He motioned to the orange in his hands and ate another slice, “Also whoever made that Pumpkin Pie, that was absolutely fire.” 

“Fuck you that was my last slice” Ten crossed his arms, and joined Kun in scowling at the younger boy.

“Yeah well. Sorry. I guess. Not really. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Regardless, while eating the pie I witnessed your little disney dilemma and I have a proposal to make.” Kun eyed Chenle suspiciously as he continued on, “I’ll pay for your little trip. Flights, Tickets, Fastpasses, Food, everything!” 

Kun completely forgot that Chenle’s family was loaded. He glanced at Ten then back at Chenle. “And what do you want in return? Is there a catch?”

Chenle looked at them with a more mischievous grin in comparison to the ones he had been giving them before. “No catch! You just have to take me and my best friend, y/n with you.”

MASTERLIST

[skyrohyucks]

Ignoring him

PAIRING: Sicheng (Winwin) x Reader

"Arghhh" You sigh in frustration as you try avoiding Sicheng for the day. You were successful for a few hours but it started to annoy you when Sicheng noticed but didn't do anything about it.

It all started the day before, when Sicheng went out with his friend. A girl. And on top of that, he even lied to you saying that he was busy with work leaving you all alone until you spotted him in a coffee shop with her. 

You can't help but be jealous. As much as you want to be that understanding partner, your insecurities always come in the way. You're afraid of him leaving you for someone else. You came home after witnessing that scene and now you're on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone while trying your best to ignore him.

You got up from your bed, partly for grabbing snacks, but mostly to check on Sicheng. As soon as you step out of the room, You were surprised by Sicheng standing right infront of your door. He grabbed your hand, pulled you towards him and pinned you against the wall, caging you between his arms. 

You try to escape, but he was quick enough to pull you back by your waist, keeping you in place. One arm wrapped rather tightly around your waist and one propped up against the wall, he stared at you, eyes boring into yours. 

He leaned forward to peck your lips, which left you dumbfounded. Your heart started racing as he pecked your lips again, but this time a bit longer. When he pulled back, you see him slightly pouting, which made you want to just kiss it right then and there, but you tried your best to resist.

"Talk to me" He whined, to which you smiled a little, but coughed it off. "Why are you ignoring me" He asked, but this time, he pecked your lips again, knowing the effect it had on you. 

"Why don't you go to your new girlfriend?" You huffed and turned away, leaving him confused. "New girlfriend? I don't know what you're talking about" He states, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "I saw you with a girl at the coffee shop yesterday" You say, looking down. "You know what, leave it, I'm sorry, I'm being really silly now" You said looking down, your voice slightly cracking.

Sicheng felt really guilty. He put his hand on your chin, pushing your face up to meet his, and pecked your lips again, but this time it was passionate, short but sweet. He cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his thumb, making you realize you started crying.

"You are not being silly, okay? You have a right to be jealous. I didn't want to trouble you because I know how much you overthink whenever I'm with a girl." "I'm really sorry for being like this, it's just I'm scared you'd leave me for one of them…" You whisper, but loud enough for him to hear you.

"You're being insecure again" He sighs softly as he cups your face again. "I'd never leave you for someone else, okay? You are perfect for me, don't even think I'd leave you for someone" He said softly, which made you burst into tears again. He softly pecked your forehead. "Now let's watch a movie to cheer you up."

[pntedstr]

(Preview)

UPON HIS RETURN

Pairings: Huang Renjun x Reader x Dong Sicheng

Tropes: College au

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: ???

Warnings: fighting, manipulation, cheating

Dear Renjun,

When did I lose you? If I knew where to find you, that's what I'd want to know. But no one will tell me where you are, and maybe no one really knows. I've asked your mother, and she says its best to move on and find someone who isn't as selfish as you. I think she's more bitter about your disappearance than I am. But I know she knows where you are. When you left I was worried—you hadn't responded to me in days or made an effort to contact me— eventually I found myself at your door step waiting for you to let me in but instead I was greeted by your mother. She seemed almost surprised to see me. When I asked her about you she muttered something about assuming you would've at least told me. She was upset that you left her to break the news. Maybe you didn't tell me because you didn't want me to follow you or convince you otherwise. Lord knows I would have followed you to the edge of the earth. I'm happy you didn't let me hold you back but sometimes it hurts like hell knowing that I couldn't.

"Fuck," you mutter out as a stray tear falls onto your paper, smearing the black ink.

Your head falls into your hands, fingers clutching the roots of hair like your life depended on it. Even though you were blinded by your own tears, you could hear them pad heavily onto the surface in front of you.

Each tear was filled with pain as you reopened the wound Renjun had left across your heart. Writing a letter was the dumbest form of closure you had ever heard of in your life, but it was the only thing you had. You had been trying for a good year to bring your letter to a close. However, you couldn't even make it past the beginning without sobbing. You once attempted to ignore the thought of Renjun and throw yourself into your studies, but even studying made you think of him.

Scoffing, you violently took the black-blotted paper into your fist and chucked it into the trash can beside your desk.

"Woah." Called a voice from behind you. "Crying over calculus again?" they teased.

You let out a deep sigh before stuffing your writing utensils in a near by drawer. "Stop it, I'm not in a joking mood right now, Sicheng."

"Poor baby, maybe some food will make you feel better."

A warm wave of savory food suddenly clouds your senses as your boyfriend sits beside you, plopping a brown paper bag on your desk where your letter once resided.

Sicheng’s playful smile quickly fades once he notices your red-rimmed eyes and frazzled hair. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asks with a look of concern as he takes your face into his large hands.

When you caught a glimpse of the worry hiding behind his irises, you wanted so badly to tell him the reason behind your tears but you couldn't.

"Nothing, calculus is just really hard." You lie.

Sicheng smiles warmly and let his hand fall from your face. "Well, lets take a break to eat and then I’ll help you with your work. Okay?"

You nearly shiver as his caring eyes bore into you. It always amazed you how he could be so loving. He treated you like you were the only person in the world; putting his own needs behind him to cater to you. Even before knowing you he put you before himself.

It had only been four months since Renjun disappeared and you were a complete mess. You hardly spoke to any of your friends anymore and you didn't go out unless it was to the library. That's where you met Sicheng. Everyday after your classes, you would quickly scurry off to the library to start studying, scared that if you didn't occupy yourself you'd think too much about Renjun. Sicheng was there each time as the librarians assistant, watching you throw yourself into your work.

He found himself sneaking glances at you far too often. But he was too shy to speak to you so he settled for loudly organizing books in the section closest to you. However, you still never noticed him. It wasn't until a month later, when you found that you and Sicheng were the only ones left in the Iibrary after you had fallen asleep while reading.

With blurry eyes and a strange taste on your tongue, you fished your phone out of your pocket. "1am?" you said to yourself, shock laced in your tired voice. Looking over, you noticed a boy organizing books in a nearby isle.

Sicheng felt your eyes on him. "You're awake." he said, putting away his final book.

Still slightly in a daze, you only nodded at him and began to pick up your items. "Why didn't you wake me?" You asked him softly, standing from your chair only to clumsily fall back into it.

He chuckled. "You seemed like you needed the rest."

You stared at him for a second, eyes searching his face for some kind of sign that he was lying. But you found nothing but warmth and kindness. The kind of warmth that made your stomach flip and your cheeks tingle.

"Thanks." You smiled. "What time does the library usually close?" You asked him, curious.

"Nine."

"Nine?! That can't be right; l usually stay here until eleven."

"I know," He agreed, "You always look super focused when you're studying so I just stay until you leave."

For the first time in months, you had genuinely smiled. "You know there's such thing as being too nice." Sicheng smiled softly, eyes focused on his feet.

That night Sicheng gave you a ride home, insisting that it was way too late for you to walk home alone. That ride consisted of the two of you picking up snacks from a convience store and laughing until the sun peaked. Neither you or Sicheng wanted to say goodnight but eventually you did, leaving him with a kiss on his cheek which quickly turned into a ten minute make-out session.

The next day you followed your regular schedule, attending your classes and rushing off to the library. Your mind was racing with thoughts of sicheng, wondering if he forgot about you or not. Your doubt was pushed away when you saw sicheng smiling brightly at you from across the library. The two of you found yourselves talking for hours., wondering if he forgot about you or not. Your doubt was pushed away when you saw sicheng smiling brightly at you from across the library. The two of you found yourselves talking for hours.

That went on for about a week, before you and Sicheng’s relationship crossed the line of being just friends. You often found yourself trapped underneath his body, trying to catch your breath as he brought you to a sweet release. Sicheng was a completely different person in bed, he was dominant and always kept you wondering what was next.

You can’t remember when you and Sicheng took on the title ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ but you weren't complaining. You were happy for the first time since Renjun left so you were fine with any label, as long as Sicheng was with you.

[pesiko]

WINWIN ONESHOT RECS

M mature | ✿ personal favorite

Overrated - he was never one for attachment M [41.7k]

The Stars - fantasy historic AU, angst ouch bruh M [29.7k]

Tip Jar - magic AU, winking stars and magic spells [18.3k]

Fool - falling in love maybe never ends, angst ouch [16.7k]

Sleepless Cinderella: Sicheng - fake dating [13.5k]

You - you fall in love too easily, some angst ✿ M [13.1k]

The Kiss Experiment - helping Kun w a project [9.5k]

Cigarette Daydreams - bad boy Sicheng [7.3k]

Love, Summer - merman, “will you come w me?” [7.3k]

Eris - thankfully you knew how to treat blood wounds [6.2k]

Candy - strangers to neighbors to friends to lovers M [6.2k]

5 Times Winwin Tried to Kiss You and the 1 Time He Did [6k]

And Stupidly, Us - when you find a man bleeding ✿ [5.5k]

Wearing Nothing But my Calvins and a Bit of... M [5k]

Say It - servant boy Sicheng is your hero ✿ [4k]

Water Balloons and Sidewalks - neighbor Sicheng [3.3k]

Love in my Pocket - a playlist titled to the girl next door [3k]

Sweet Tooth - vampire Sicheng, two inconveniences [2.8k]

Remember the Saints - race car driver Sicheng [2.6k]

Win - single dad Sicheng, and what a win it was [2.6k]

Heartbeat - hospitalized Sicheng and a nurse [2.5k]

Millions - he pretends the idea doesn’t bother him [2.3k]

Come Pick Me Up - drunk at a New Year’s Eve party [2.1k]

Fall in Love with Me - guardian angel Winwin [2.1k]

When We Were Young - his name was Sicheng, angsty [1.9k]

Spontaneity - taking you for a wisdom teeth removal [1.8k]

Or a Hundred Years - demon, “just a little longer, love” [1.7k]

A Close Call - spies, “because I love you goddamnit!” [1.6k]

Say It - exes to lovers. problematic Winwin M [1.6k]

Predator: Wounded Fawn - “I’m not going to kill you” [1.4k]

Earphones - he “accidentally” loses his AirPods ✿ [1.2k]

Natural - he proves he’s the best bf after an accident [1.2k]

Oops I Did It Again - school heartthrob Winwin [1.2k]

You’re Not Very Smooth - under the mistletoe [1k]

❥ WINWIN NAVI

[main masterlist] [nct masterlist] updated 7-30-21

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cinderella and the mystery of the red lipstick (smut version) - d.sc

reader x roommate!winwin

genre: smut, fluff, humor

warnings: making out, drunk sex, femdom, safe sex, a bit of soft dom! Winwin and soft dom! reader

word count: 2562

synopsis: this is another Cinderella fic, except for the fact that she left lipstick stains instead of glass slippers

prompt:

This is my (very late) entry for @neosmutcollective's Risque event.

The song it was based on was Lips by NCT 127 (although it leaned towards the demo version more)

It was also a bit upbeat because the song Cinderella by CNBLUE (the Youth With You version) has been stuck on my head for ages now.

Enjoy reading!

Love, Ellie.

(link to the full story here)

Entering the party through someone’s window is probably the most ungraceful way to enter the party. However, you had no choice. Yes, it was rude to enter someone’s party without the owner’s invite. But, in your defense, it was ruder to not invite someone to a house party at your place.

Your brother, dear Hendery Huang, was kind enough to send you on your merry way that morning when you told him that you’re coming home late for a project.

“You know what, since I love you so much, you can stay over until morning. Sounds fun, right?”

And then the bastard proceeded to throw a party that same day.

The window to your shared bedroom with Hendery was wide open. He should be glad that it was you walking in rather than a criminal.

It wasn’t a criminal offense if you’re the one breaking in at your place.

You have successfully entered your room, changing into an outfit that your family would’ve never approved of, and wore layers of makeup to hide your identity. After the makeover, you’re almost unrecognizable. Your favorite touch is that bright red lip that you ordered from a friend that morning. There had been a mix-up in the delivery, you’re supposed to get that mauve color that you always wore when you go out. It was an honest mistake on the seller’s part, but you were kind enough to not send it back and keep the color instead.

You made it out of the room without being unnoticed. It’s not like anyone knows you at all though. The crowd is usually made up of people within Hendery and his roommates’ circle, people you usually do not interact with daily. You’ve also managed to sneak past the living room and into the kitchen where all the booze is. Grabbing a red cup full of whatever alcohol was on the counter, you made your way once again to the sea of people enjoying the party.

Since you barely knew every one, you just settled on leaning against the wall and observed the rest of the party. Honestly, you couldn’t understand what the fuss was about. It’s just a bunch of people using alcohol as an excuse to doing a bunch of dumb shit.

The introvert in you kicked in, and so you decided to finish your vodka in peace, which is translated to getting drunk in your room as you watch your favorite Netflix series.

Smiling happily, you made your way out past the crowd and into the sleeping quarters, where your room is. Thankfully, the guys are nowhere to be found and you can happily sneak back to your room without getting noticed. You have failed to account for one thing though. Near the sleeping quarters is a single, communal bathroom. Just as you’re about to enter your room, outcomes Sicheng, in a daze, trying his best to stand still as he holds on to the bathroom door for support.

“You can’t go there.” He croaked, speech already slurring due to his drunken state.

“Ah, yes. Thanks.” You made zero fuss about it, knowing that staying there would expose you to Sicheng. You don’t think he will tell your brother of your current whereabouts, but you digressed, just to be safe.

He then proceeds to call your name.

“Is that you? Can you help me out here?” You grunted, knowing full well that your identity had just been revealed. The guy looked like he needed help though, so you threw all the world in and helped him go back to his room. You grabbed him by his arms, which he then wrapped around you to help him support his weight, and walked step by step towards his room.

You heard footsteps coming from the outside, and in your panic, you used the drunk man’s body to shield the view of whoever it is that’s coming that way.

“Winwin hyung, you alright back there?”

Your heartbeat raced when you heard your brother’s voice. Knowing him, he would tell your mother that her precious little daughter is not only drunk but she’s wrapped around a guy’s arms doing god-knows-what. You leaned across the wall, stretching your arm out and wrapping it around Winwin’s neck. You pulled him closer, bodies only inches apart, making it look like the two of you are making out.

“Oh, you’re busy. Alright. Have fun!” The footsteps were gone in the moment, but your position stayed the same. You turned your gaze back at Sicheng, which is now looking at you weirdly.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“Hey.”

“I would like to get out of this position now.” You whispered once again, hints of your nerves already peeking out of your voice.”

“You’re pretty.” You stayed quiet, but you’re mentally screaming inside. Your emotions are going in a frenzy and something on the back of your mind keeps on telling you to pull him closer and turn the act into reality.

But that would be weird, right? Even if you’re a bit tipsy, reason has never left your brain. It’s nagging you to do the opposite, to push him away and proceed with your evening plans. The internal conflict rendered you frozen on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on yours, and as much as you want to look away, you’re afraid that that will get you into more danger. Looking away means you’re gonna have to take your eyes off of him, and you won’t see what he’s about to do next.

He was staring, which you now realized is him waiting for you to react and do something. Pull him closer and get lost in him, or push him away and live with the rest of your lives knowing that you missed an opportunity to get with someone you never thought would be interested in you.

Something.

Your inactive irritated him, and so he leaned in closer, his lips now hovering above yours, the scent of his perfume, sweat, and alcohol made him addictive.

“What’s stopping you right now?”

You were breathless, but you know you had to answer. He’s got a bit of authoritativeness in him and you feel like refusal consequent to a punishment.

“You.”

“I can stop if you're uncomfortable,” Winwin smiles, not the perverted kind, but the sweet reassuring kind that made you melt inside. "But the way you're holding me right now tells me otherwise."

He carefully placed his hands on your hip, calculating his every move to not get slapped that evening. It worked. You didn't even pick up a fight, even as his hands glided to your back to finally seal the distance between the two of you.

"So tell me, do you want me to stop?"

You had a clear answer in your head, but no sounds come out of your mouth except small squeaks and squeals due to his touch. It took you a while to utter the following words to him.

"No. Don't stop."

"Good." That was his only response. He took your answer as a sign of your consent and pushed you back to the wall, finally claiming your lips as he does so. You moaned under him, unable to tell him about how overwhelmed you are, and that you don't know how to move and match his pace. You take a deep breath and relaxed, letting him take the lead as he hugged you closer, going deeper into the kiss. He also made sure to give attention to your neck and jaws, which leaves you to place your lips in any piece of skin that you're able to reach the moment.

Before anything fun happens though, he pulled away from you, leaving you there in confusion.

"More?"

"More." This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. Slowly, you get traces of the old Sicheng back. The shy and quiet kid from before, not the confident sex demon that he was a few minutes back.

He had the mind to open his bedroom door, which was just a few inches away from where the two of you were just standing. The idea of him having common sense made him a lot sexier. It was enough to tickle that sapiophile in you.

In a few careful steps, your back hits the bed and he was on top of you. It seems like he was uncomfortable with that idea, and so he carried you in his arms and switched the positions, leaving you on top of him. You can still tell that he was very drunk, and he might not be able to do things with full precision in that state. Again, his sense is sexy.

You took that as a sign to take over, so you pulled away to try and fix the position into something more comfortable. When you did though, you were horrified to see that your lipstick was not kiss-proof, and so he some of it smeared all across his face and neck. It didn't bother him at all though because he used his perfectly white shirt to wipe some of it off of his face.

"Well?" You were snapped back into reality and proceeded to sit on his lower torso, kissing him with the same intensity that you did earlier. He happily returned the favor, making sure to place his hands on your sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps all over.

He was the first one to take off his shirt, throwing it into the side of the bed to take some of the heat off his body. You followed the suit, discovering that you made a good call earlier by wearing something sexy underneath. It was supposed by making you feel confident as you blend in with the crowd earlier, but it was a happy coincidence that it matched with the lipstick that you had earlier.

He sat down from the bed, leaning against the bedframe, just so he can reach you better. His fingers twirled around the straps of your bra, bringing them down slowly and let them fall to your shoulders. You helped him out by unclasping the hook, removing it completely from your body. It has now joined the pile of discarded clothing below the bed.

His eyes now fall on your half-naked body, gulping down a few times before he said, "I never really took you as the type to do this." You placed a finger in his chins and scooted closer.

"Me neither." You placed a few, quick pecks on his lips, which slowly turned back into a more passionate one, tasting the aftertaste of alcohol in each other's mouth. His hand traveled upwards, cupping a boob softly. The touch sent shivers throughout your body. He started kneading it softly, matching the current pace of the kiss. In between kisses, he staring spewing out nonsense, like how beautiful you looked at that light and how soft your skin feels under his skin. This is the most talkative he's been since you first saw him, and you can't tell if it's the alcohol or he's just that noisy in bed. Nonetheless, you were elated. Every piece of flattery that he says made you blush, making you glow even more in his eyes.

But his favorite will always be your lips. He loved it when your lips left red marks on his neck. He loved it when you moan his name every time his hand would caress you. He made sure to let you know that your pretty lips would be something that he can't forget.

He takes off the rest of your clothes. Even as he dipped his fingers inside you, he made sure to claim your lips, keeping it occupied as much as he can. It's the only thing that's keeping him hooked, even when his body is telling him to shut down.

You couldn't wait any longer, and so you scooted down and took off his pants and underwear, rolling it off him as quickly as you can. You didn't wait for him to respond, taking it in your mouth instead, earning a surprised gasp from him. You can hear him whining from under you, moaning your name, and as your mouth takes all of him. It didn't take a while though, because he motioned you to stop and come closer. He was breathless after you were done with him.

He reached out for the desk rights beside his bed, feeling out the drawers before he managed to pull out a foil packet. He carelessly ripped it with his teeth and grabbed the condom inside to hand it to you. You realized that his vision must still be blurry, and so you took the liberty to unroll it in his cock and get on with it. Then, you carefully lined his dick to your entrance, lowering your body slowly, stretching you down until he was fully inside. He grabbed your hips and pushed inside further into you unexpectedly.

"Oh my god, Dong Sicheng!"

He laughed at the notion of you saying his full name in shock, but you were able to recover quickly and met his movements, which is getting quicker and harder every few minutes. Your head falls on his chest, muffling your moans with his skin as you tried your best to keep quiet and hide your presence from the rest of the people in the party. More lipstick stains scatter on his chest, but at that point, Sicheng never cared. He wasn't feeling like himself anymore. His thoughts are empty besides the image of you on top of him, riding him out to orgasm.

Winwin is now getting rougher by the second, series of moans and curses spilling from his mouth as his grip on your waist gets tighter, drilling deeper and harder into you like a madman. You also threw all care away, moans now reaching all four corners of the room, holding on to Sicheng for your damn life as you get closer to your orgasm. In one quick thrust, you started to unravel on top of him, hugging his body closer as you shiver from your orgasm. He never slowed down, because he soon let out a long, drawn-out groan, and you can feel him growing soft inside you, milking out your orgasms as much as he can.

The activity did a number on Sicheng because, in a few minutes of cuddling from under his sheets, you can already hear the quiet snores coming from his direction. You felt bad, apologetic even, that he had to pour out all of his remaining energy on you that night. You slowly pulled away from him, picking the rest of your clothes off before you bid your roommate goodbye for tonight. As much as you loved the cuddles, you'd rather be caught dead than be caught by your brother under someone's bed.

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"Please don't let any of this get to Hendery. He would never let me see the end of it." You pleaded, placing a hand on the bridge of your nose as you recall the moments of last night.

"I think your brother knows already. He's smarter than you think, just like how you're not as innocent as he thinks."

It was the first time that he smiled today, which gave you major flashbacks of last night's rendezvous.

"I was right about one thing last night, though. I'll never be able to forget those lips.”