#smrookies fluff

[nuoyipeach]

Don't You Dare

Mark Lee X Ko Eun

warnings: angst, near(?) cheating, near suicide, mental health

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Eun was the perfect girlfriend. But for someone as broken as Mark, she was too perfect. So much that he would often overlook her flaws, and see only his own. He couldn't take how smooth their relationship had been going for this long, and even enrolled himself into therapy to figure out why his mind was the way it is.

You need to heal, and the fact that you have the perfect environment to do that is what's bothering me because you're refusing to do so Mr Lee. Even I can't help you if you don't help yourself...

His therapist's words swirled his mind as he drank another shot, his friends trying to calm him down. "Go home hyung, you need to relax. You looks stressed." He paid no heed to his friend's words and just continued drinking, hoping maybe it will make him unconscious at some point.

That was a partial success. He had no idea what was going on or what he was doing, and could only wake up the next morning with a major headache on his couch. He looked around and noticed his clothes were barely hanging off him, the house was quieter than ever, his phone and wallet were left on the coffee table. Hearing water running he looked towards the kitchen, and could make out the silhouette of his girlfriend standing at the counter.

After a few seconds of staring, he pushed himself off the couch and made way to her, noticing how she wasn't acknowledging his presence. "Good morning baby..."

"It's afternoon." she cut him off, her voice stern, and sipped water.

"Oh, sorry... I'm sorry about the mess, I guess I blacked out? I can't reme-"

He was cut off again by her slamming the glass down on the counter, before she looked at him. He saw her eyes were red, as if she had been crying, and worry filled him more than ever.

"Baby are you o-"

"Shut up Lee Minhyung." she turned to him fully, and all Mark could tell was he definitely messed up because she'd never use his full name. "Don't you dare ask me anything. Don't you dare pretend to care. I've tried my best for you, I've done everything I could to help you, even now I hate to say I still love you... Don't you dare say you did what you did because I wasn't there for you."

Mark stood still, having no idea as to what she was talking about. But before he could ask, the doorbell rang, and Eun ran to answer it, with him trailing behind.

"Noona..." Jeno sighed seeing Eun's face and pushed her aside to get in. "Don't tell me you already started fighting? We're telling you nothing happened noona, when you came he stopped immediately and came to you."

Mark was even more confused, but he decided to stand quietly and listen to figure out what everyone was talking about.

Eun could only yell. "And if I hadn't come he wouldn't have stopped! You were all there, you all tried to stop him too, but did he listen? No. It was just seeing me that prevented anything from happening wasn't it. If I hadn't reached there in time he would've slept with that b*tch! How is that supposed to make me feel better?!"

She ran inside and the two men heard a door slam shut. Mark didn't know how to react, all he knew was he messed up again, big time. He knew his life was over. All this time she was the only person keeping him alive, and now he's hurt her. He stepped back until his back hit the wall, and sank down too the floor.

"Hyung..."

"Why am I like this Jeno... Why do I f*ck up everything... She believed in me, she kept me going, she's the only person who's kept me alive... and this is what I do to her... I don't deserve to live, not like this, not when all I do is mess things up and hurt people..."

Jeno couldn't say anything, because as much as he wants to comfort Mark, he couldn't justify what his friend almost did the night before. He sighed and walked away, coming back with some water for his friend. Mark chugged down the whole thing, close to choking almost.

"Hyung you need to calm down first, and get a grip. Not just for now, you need to get a grip on your life. Your therapist even told you, if you can't help yourself, you can't help others. I know you have no problem hurting yourself, we've all known that. But you can't hurt Eun noona, you know that well."

Jeno was right. Mark may have had a past in hurting himself, or near death incidents, but nothing came close to the pain he feels when there are tears in his girlfriend's eyes. He swore to never be the one to cause them, yet here he is now feeling the extreme pain of it, worse than he's ever felt before.

It wasn't long before he was in tears, hugging his knees and hiding his face in them. His friend could only sit beside him and watch, letting the others know what was happening so far.

It was sundown when the bedroom door opened, and Eun stepped out weakly. The two men were still in their place, and both looked at her as she trudged into the kitchen, pouring herself another glass of water. Jeno decided to take the initiative to get the couple fed, and walked over to her and sat her at the dining table.

"I'll cook. You rest here, you can't skip meals like this."

Mark watched as his friend started making something simple. His eyes then shifted to his girlfriend sitting emotionless, taking small sips of water to quench her thirst. He noticed Jeno was almost done as he started plating the ramen.

"I'm not hungry." he walked away fast after speaking, leaving the apartment.

Eun stared in the direction her boyfriend left and sighed, digging her fingers into her scalp in frustration while Jeno placed a plate in front of her, taking seat next to her. "It's alright noona." he said softly, patting her back. "You'll work it out. We're here to help however you need."

Eun sniffled, looking up to the man, her eyes teary and lips quivering. "You know what the worst part of all this is? What hurts the most?" Jeno shook his head. "It's that I still love him... and I know he still loves me... he needs me..."

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Mark kept walking, still in the shirt and pants from the night before. He let his feet take lead, head down as he went from one place to another, his mind empty. He had no sense about what's around him, the only thing in his mind was Eun.

Her smile, her laugh. Her eyes, nose, lips. Her tears, caused by him. The days she was there for him when he felt at his lowest, hugging him tight to her chest. The nights they spent together in bed, going to sleep smiling at each other tiredly.

He threw it all out, all because he couldn't help himself.

God I'm so worthless...

It felt like hours, and he was sure it had been as he noticed most places closing down already. He felt weak and hungry, but the voice in his head reminded him he didn't deserve to eat.

You don't deserve Eun... You don't deserve your friends... You don't deserve a life...

Before he knew it, Mark stood at the edge of a bridge with his eyes closed. All he could see was Eun smiling sadly at him, a tear streak down her cheek. He felt nothing at this point, fear, sadness, anger, nothing of the sort.

I'm sorry Eun... I love you...

Mark... her voice flooded his mind. Mark, don't you dare! the words from earlier that day hit him.

"Mark Lee don't you dare!" it was too real, and Mark hastily opened his eyes and looked towards where the voice came from. Eun was running over, Jeno and Haechan just leaving the car at the side of the road and following behind.

"Mark I'm here, don't you dare jump!" she stopped right behind him, holding out her hand. "Please, don't do this. For me, please step back and come to me. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, ever."

That only broke his heart more. Despite all the pain he put her through, despite all his mistakes, despite everything he's done, she's still here for him.

"I'm sorry Eun..."

"Mark no!" she grabbed his shirt from behind, and the two friends watching were just thankful Eun was unnaturally strong as she was able to pull him back off the edge and onto the ground. She pulls him to sit up and grabs his collar. "Listen to me! You messed up, and yes I can never forgive you for this, but that doesn't mean I don't love you, that I don't need you. I'm your reason to live, but you also make me happy. If you don't want to hurt me, then stop hurting yourself, stop killing yourself inside!"

Mark took heavy breaths, contemplating whether to listen to her, or the voices in his head.

Eun softened, letting go of his collar and held his face in her hands. "Mark, please... it's irrational I know, but I'd rather be with you through all these episodes than see you gone forever. I haven't given up on you, so don't give up on yourself. It's never too late to start fixing yourself, and you have all of us, me, by your side to help you." She could see his eyes shaking, and knew what was happening. She pulled his face closer until their foreheads touched, whispering softly this time. "Listen to me Mark, don't listen to the voices. You love me, not them. They don't want you, but I do..."

Mark's eyes stared at her lips as she spoke, and if there was one thing that could distract him from even the worst calamity happening around him in the world, it was his girlfriend's lips. The way they curl when she smiles, the way they pout when she's upset, the way they feel when they kiss.

And that's exactly what he did as his hand grabbed her arms and pulled her in, his lips attached to hers kissing softly. Eun was shocked, but responded as she deepened the kiss. She could feel her cheeks get wet, and not by her own tears. She pulled away and wiped his cheeks with her thumbs, quickly pulling him into a hug once he broke into sobs.

"It's alright Mark..." she whispered, his face hidden in her shoulder while she combed his hair. "You're fine... We'll be fine..."

"I'm so sorry..." she heard him mumble into her jacket. "I ruined everything... I hurt you... I'm so sorry Eun..."

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Mark stayed stuck inside their bedroom for as long as he could, making it three days so far. Eun didn't push him, knowing he needed peace and quiet more than anything now. She would only make him wash up, and bring food to eat. She also had an email sent to his work to let him have a sick leave, and he just watched as she smiled proudly to herself when they replied it had been accepted.

How he wish he could be like her, happy at himself for the little things in life.

Halfway through day three, he saw Eun leave the room again, probably to get lunch for them. As he watched her figure disappear, he got up himself and mindlessly followed behind to the kitchen, when she noticed him standing zoned out. She smiled, happy he was finally coming out, and went to him right away and held his arm.

"Go sit, I'll just reheat the food and bring it." she told him, but he shook his head. Eun stood back confused as he made his way to the kitchen, but smiled in relief at his next move. He took out plates, cutlery and glasses for two of them, and brought them to the table, trying to make it look nice. It was a very minimal task, but seeing Mark do it made her heart grow as she couldn't remember the last time he ever did something like that.

He was stuck in his head space for so long, even he didn't know when he last acted normal.

Eun moved on to reheating food and bringing it to the table, while Mark filled up a jug with cold water from the fridge and brought to the table, pouring some for both of them to start. As they soon sat to eat, she watched as he said a silent prayer himself before taking his first bite, making her smile again.

Another habit recollected.

They ate silently, her eyes falling to him every minute to see how he was doing so far. At one point their eyes locked, and she smiled at him, but he didn't. Eun didn't lose hope though, she knew they had to take it slow. The incident was probably one of his biggest downfalls, coming back from it was not going to be easy, so she was just glad he was picking up himself already even if it meant less romance for now.

Once they finished, she washed everything and put them away, and saw him just stare at the wall in the living room with all their pictures she stuck. She walked up behind him, and saw which one he had been staring at the longest.

She remembered that moment. It was their first anniversary as a couple. She had dabbed some of the frosting from the small cake onto his nose and he kissed her right after, transferring some to her nose as well. They had gazed at each other and laughed, and their friends immediately took a picture of the moment.

Eun looked back at Mark and noticed his eyes. They were teary, and she could tell he had flashbacks of their past two years of being together. She looked down and held his hand in both hers, then looked back up, but he remained the same. She leaned against her shoulder, and they just stood there for a while.

"Why are you still with me?" his cracked voice broke the silence first.

She looked up at him. "I love you." she replied with no hesitation. But Mark didn't seem to like that answer too much.

"Why?" he asked turning to her. "Why do you still love me? Why go through so much pain with me, when you could be with someone who makes you smile?"

Eun stared at him upset. "You are who makes me smile Mark. Yes, I go through a lot with you, I won't lie about that. But every relationship goes through some kind of obstacle. Ours may be painful, but we can only cross it together." she held his hand up to her lips, holding it in both her hands and kissed it. "I haven't given up on you, and I won't until the day I die."

"Why..." his voice came out softer, almost close to crying. "Give up please... I can handle hurting myself, but I can't take it when I hurt you too..."

Eun sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand and kissing his other. "Let's go rest." she suggested, tugging on his hand as he mindlessly followed her towards their bedroom. She pushed him to lie down on the bed, then sat down next to him and brushed her hand through his hair. She leaned down on her arms while doing so, and started humming a song.

Mark stared into space while hearing her voice. He wondered the same thing he asked her.

Why was she still with him? Did she really love him as much as she said?

His eyes closed, though he was still awake, and he heard her stop humming and kiss his cheek. "I'll always be with you, whether you're getting better or worse, I won't leave you." he felt her pressing her forehead against his temple. "I love you, so don't you dare ever ask me to leave you."

Eun laid down next to him and hugged him, and the feeling of her head resting on his chest suddenly made Mark at ease. The rare time came when he thought logically, and knew she was right. If he was alone, he'd lose himself much faster.

But with her, he had a purpose to live better. She loved him, but he loved her more, and he wouldn't dare hurt her, not again, not ever.

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[taojjang]

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[cupidseok]

necklace of stars, waiting for you by the carousel

PAIRING eunseok x reader

SYNOPSIS eunseok remembers all of his past lives. when he finally found his lover, he was unfortunately robbed of their time together. eunseok then continues to live multiple more lives, always in search of his lover, hoping they’ll meet again in another life.

GENRE reincarnation au, soulmate au, angst, fluff

WARNINGS death, a male being reincarnated into a female; do not read if uncomfortable with these topics !

AUTHOR’S NOTE i recently rewatched eunseok’s smrookies vlog where he went to everland and it reminded me of see you in my 19th life, so i decided to write this cause he was just too cute 🫶🏼 it’s also my first time writing something other than an essay for school work, so feedback is greatly appreciated. hope you enjoy this 🧡

WORD COUNT 1.7k

“won’t you ride the carousel with me ?”

“i want to go to the horror maze though.”

eunseok had lived many different lives. one after another. the years and lives he has lived seemed to blur together, until he met you. he had always been content with living alone, in isolation. he knew that all the relationships that he painstakingly built would inevitably disappear, like snowflakes melting on a warm palm. he knew that better than anyone else after the overwhelming heartbreaks he went through in his first few lives, which led him to be unfeeling and indifferent.

eunseok clearly remembers the exact moment in which his whole life started to change – the very moment in which your large doe eyes met his and a “sorry” slipped out of your mouth as you rushed to pick up the books you caused him to drop, a flush evident on your face. it was then that he started to allow himself to feel again, just for you.

“but that’s so scary ! let’s ride the carousel instead, please ? it’s our anniversary after all.”

“i’ll think about it.”

“eunseok !”

eunseok smiled softly at your pleas, wide eyes looking up at him. his heart fluttered with the delicate grace of snowflakes, on the brink of a winter wonderland of happiness.

“i’ll follow you wherever you go.”

he reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

“what’s that ?”

“for you.”

it was a pretty silver necklace with a star charm hanging off it. with both his and your initials engraved on each side of the charm. you turned around and let him clasp the necklace around you. it was so pretty to you.

idle chatter and music from the playlist eunseok made for you filled the confines of the car. your animated gestures when you talk, your sparkling eyes when the streetlights reflect on them, your adorable giggles when he makes a dad joke and your endless fidgeting in anticipation of your anniversary together. you in your slightly oversized pink parka, seated next to him in the warm and cozy car. eunseok feels as if all the empty crevices in his heart were overfilled with you and you alone. perhaps amidst the frost-kissed chapters of his life, there will be enchanting moments waiting to unfold.

a car’s honk.

“eunseok ! careful !”

the roads, slick with a layer of frozen precipitation, caused tires to screech and cars to veer out of control. amongst winter’s serene beauty, an ear-piercing symphony of metal crushing and glass shattering. swirling snowflakes, momentarily suspended in the aftermath.

eunseok regained consciousness to come face to face with his lover, bloodied and bruised. your pink parka stained red.

“no.”

he reached over his cut-up and trembling hand to cradle your head as he desperately searched for any sign of life.

“no please.”

eunseok’s heartbeat echoed painfully in his ears. why ? why in this life ? why is fate so unfair to me ?

“i’ll follow you wherever you go, my love.”

he cradled your unresponsive body close to his as he slowly felt himself losing consciousness.

sirens filled the neighbourhood as onlookers whispered amongst themselves. the stark contrast of the pure white snow against the pool of blood and pile of wreckage painted a macabre image. you and eunseok, close together in winter’s unforgiving embrace.

as the paramedics tried to pull the two limp bodies apart, they found out that they couldn’t as their silver necklaces were entangled together.

my first life without you

fate was unkind to eunseok in this life too. in this life, his name is jack somer, born in australia. because he was born into a poor family, eunseok worked really hard. he worked hard to earn enough to sustain himself and his family, consisting of his mother and brother from this life. he worked hard in hopes of seeing you once again. however, he was largely preoccupied with earning money for his family, so he could not put aside much time to look for you.

on very rare occasions, eunseok would manage to save up enough money to enter the local carnival. he would then spend his day sitting on the bench in front of the carousel, watching as people walked by. watching couples happily chatting with each other while holding each other’s hands. just like what you and him would have done if you both made it to the theme park that day. watching young children run around, causing their parents to freak out over them. just like the family you and he dreamed of having one day. watching people being together. just like you and him once were. but he never found you. or perhaps you were not reincarnated in this lifetime.

my second life without you

in this life, eunseok is well-known by many as marcelle beaumont, a famous french designer who established her career in fashion design through her winter collection. during the winter, you could see many citizens wearing pink parkas from her brand, the most popular item in her collection that was extremely well-received by the public. she wondered why the red parka wasn’t popular.

due to the successful launch of the clothing line, eunseok had plenty of connections to the rich and powerful in society. he utilised those connections to the fullest, but yet he still could not find any trace of you. or perhaps you were not reincarnated in this lifetime.

my fifth life without you

song kang. one of the top south korean actors. popular for his melodramas. you always loved to watch melodramas with him. and he would always pull you into his warm embrace afterwards to comfort you when you were upset about the expected tragic ending of the drama. this was eunseok’s fifth life without you already. and he was feeling increasingly anxious and uneasy without you by his side. it didn’t take much for him to act sad in dramas. after all, all he had to do was recall the accident and tears would start flowing endlessly.

as eunseok faced the large crowd, flash blinding his eyes, all he could do was put up a forced grimace. at every drama screening, his eyes would dart around, a tinge of hope as he scanned across every face in the crowd. as always, the knot in his stomach would tighten with every unmet gaze and he allowed defeat to seep into him once again. he later accepted that he would not find you in this life. or perhaps you were not reincarnated in this lifetime.

my eighth life without you

kazuha nakamoto was his name in this life. eunseok was a famous female japanese musician. he briefly wondered : had he been a famous japanese musician before ? but his memories of his past lives were foggy. it seems like he could not clearly recall anything that happened before he met you.

“memories” is yet another timeless song that eunseok would leave behind in this world. talking about his happy memories with you. in his life with you, you really loved a japanese group called akb48. maybe he could let you listen to “memories” when you both meet again. a song made just for you, eunseok thinks you’d really like that. he did not meet you in this lifetime either. how many years have passed ? he was getting tired. but it’s alright, because he’ll follow you wherever you are.

my tenth life without you

“it’s almost been a thousand years.”

eunseok sat on a bench, facing the front of the carousel. he was dressed to the nines in his sharp and sleek suit tailored just for him, with an expensive silver watch adorning his wrists and a silver star necklace hidden underneath his crisp white blouse. a pink parka laid on his lap, in case he got cold. in this life, he was reborn as song eunseok once again. this time, he is the son of a ceo in south korea.

“where are you ? i’ve been trying to find you yet there’s not a single trace of you for me to follow.”

eunseok continued to sit at the bench for hours, staring at the spinning carousel and trying to block out the laughter from all around him. he felt hollow. the heart-wrenching feeling he had experienced every day since he got separated from you was slowly fading, replaced instead by emptiness. it was as if he returned to his past self, the cold and emotionless person he was before he met you.

soon it was almost 8pm, and eunseok stood up from his seat, ready to leave. he bumped into someone of a rather short stature, carrying a telescope stand that seemed too heavy for them.

“hi sir ! are you leaving already ? there’s a special stargazing event tonight hosted by the celestial horizon society ! i’m part of it. would you like to join us ?”

“no, it’s alright. thank you for the offer,” eunseok muttered an excuse, wanting to get home and rest already. he was exhausted with the paperwork that his father piled on him and his driver was waiting for him.

“but the event is only for today; it would be a shame if you missed it ! stars are really pretty, you know. i can tell you must like them too; you even have a star necklace ! it suits you very well, by the way.”

eunseok hadn’t even noticed that his necklace had accidentally slipped out of his blouse, being too engrossed in his thoughts beforehand. he gently slid his thumb over the necklace, feeling the engravings of your initials.

“okay.”

“great ! i’ll lead you there, sir ! my name is y/n, sorry i forgot to introduce myself,” you tilted your head so that the telescope stand wasn’t hiding your face anymore.

as eunseok’s eyes lay on the sight of your face, the frosty air seemed to tighten around his chest, creating an icy embrace that left him breathless.

“you. i finally found you.”

“sorry sir, have we perhaps met before ?” a confused expression overcoming your soft features.

“no. we have not. but i would like to get to know you. i’m song eunseok, nice to meet you, y/n. before we go stargazing, would you like to ride the carousel with me ?”

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[rcsejunie]

mistaken fate; mark lee [social media au]

in which, the word forbidden was only one way to describe their love.

pairing—idol!mark x fem!oc, nct member, ex-smrookies

genre—social media au, fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers, idol romance, intergroup romance, fictionalized depiction of mark and other nct members

summary—han ara, the 6th member of NCT's newest unit has been constantly scrutinized under a harsh light by the public. she was a trainee for two years back in 2015 and left SM to continue her studies. but after she graduated college early, SM scouted her again. resuming her Idol life and being the only girl that debuted under NCT hasn’t been an easy challenge. thankfully, she has her members to fall back to. especially, one particular boy.

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[🎵] winterbreak - muna | priority - changmin, taeyeon, winter | labyrinth - taylor swift | 1999 - beabadoobee | autumn - niki | sleep tight - holly humberstone | one the drive home - niki | that way - tate mcrae | what do i call you - taeyeon | to my feel something - clairo | buzz - maddie medley | shatter - maggie rogers|

PARTS. coming soon…

ON HOLD.

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other smau – Jaemin; Afar | Jisung; Cross The Line | Haechan; Just us.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

thanks rj! ill start watching free this friday 🩵 and ill update you who i find cute HAHAHA 14 ways is cute too <3333 one of the best fluff fics i read. another question (sorry im on my break and i have nothing to do) what made you get into kpop? nct to be specific and how did you pick jaehyun as your bias out of all the members?

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i got into kpop because i saw kr*s w* in the mama red carpet and back in 2012 and thought he was cute 💀 and when i stanned them, i switched over to sehun instantly AHAHAHAHAH

for nct, ive been seeing smrookies a lot and i highkey into johnny and ten back then. when nct u came out with the 7th sense, i was lowkey disappointed johnny was there but at least ten was so im watching with my friends and she deadass saw ten and claimed him like no tomorrow so i was okay gorl chill bUT THEN and i swear i HEAR jaehyun and im like who tf was THAT AND I DID NOT KNOW the lil quirky dude from the 0701 dance practice??? that was him??? okay i see u

but then without u came out and i was just sold on jaehyun aslkdjakl it was just the vocals man 😩😩😩 and it all started there, i binged every live perf of without u for him 🥺🥺

[xofanfics]

Tease

Genre: SMUT

Pairing: Reader x Ji Hansol

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: *REQUESTED* After a late night at the office, your boss figures out how much of a tease you are.

You’d been working at this company for a few weeks now. You were so grateful to have gotten the internship in the first place. You were in your senior year at college and the company was a pretty big one.

You had this one coworker that helped you adjust pretty well. His name was Hansol. He helped you learn how to use the copy machine and he gave you tips. There were some mornings where he even offered to buy you coffee.

He loved it when he saw you walk by in the mornings. He loved it when you stopped by his office to ask a question. He loved that you came to him with your questions in the first place.

To be honest, he thought you were hot. You were young, not much younger than him but by about two years. You were still a college student, young and eager to learn. The other women working in the office weren’t as good looking to him, but he thought you were gorgeous. And you always shot him that flirty smile. He sometimes wondered if you were seeing someone.

You were a nice girl but, still, he thought about you in ways that he shouldn’t. There was this one black skirt that you wore that made your ass look so tight and touchable. And there was that one striped blouse that you wore that hugged your chest and made you wonder what you’d look like if you took it off. Sometimes he’d watch you walk away, watching as your skirt hugged your hips with each step.

He wasn’t going to lie. He’d definitely thought about it. He thought about all the what ifs. What if he pulled you into his office, shutting the door and kissing you roughly up against it? What if he asked you to get dinner with him? What if he had you bent over his desk as he slammed into you? He thought about all of those things.

He wanted to taint your good girl image. He wanted to turn you into a naughty girl, for him and only him. He couldn’t help but wonder. Had you even had sex before? What made you wet?

His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said.

You came in with your hands behind your back. “I have bad news…”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you explained. “It’s just that we won’t be able to use that new promotions video.”

He frowned. “Why? I thought we’d be able to post it this afternoon…”

You held up the flash drive. “The file is corrupted...I don’t know how or why but it was like that when I inserted the USB.”

“Come here for a second,” he said. “Let’s see if it will work on my computer.”

You handed him the flash drive. He took it out of your hands, inserting the drive into his computer. Just like you said, the file would not open. He tried emailing the file to himself, inserting it into his personal laptop, but nothing worked.

“Kira made the video, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah but she went out of town for the weekend. She just gave me the drive this morning. I should’ve checked it earlier, honestly. I was working on something else and—”

Hansol smiled. “It’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up about it...We’ll just wait until Monday to post it. It’s no big deal.” He put his hand on his chin. “Actually, I have an idea.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What’s your idea?”

“When I interviewed you back then you said that you had experience editing videos, right?”

You nodded. You were surprised that he remembered such a small detail like that. Hansol was one of the best bosses you’d ever had. The boss you had from your last internship had been a jerk. You spent most of your time at that company running errands for him and everyone else. It was the typical internship where you spent most of your time getting coffee for people in the office.

You recalled when you first got hired. On your first day, Hansol said, “Don’t think of me as your boss. We’re working together, helping each other.” You thought that was nice of him. He was a nice guy, like you said. He was nice and he was handsome too. You wondered if he was seeing anyone. A guy like him probably had a girlfriend. He was handsome, working at a good company, making good money, and he even had a good personality. A person like that was probably taken.

You wondered what he thought of you. Did he find you attractive? Did he have a girlfriend already?

“Y/N?”

You realized you’d been staring at him like an idiot. You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear nervously. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He raised a curious eyebrow. You’d been staring at him but you probably spaced out for a minute. He doubted you were really looking at him.

“I asked if you wanted to work on making videos.”

Your eyes lit up. “Videos of what?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want. Just be creative.”

“Make something and then show me,” he said, “I’ll critique it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He shot you a smile. “Ask me for help if you need it.”

He smiled at you, so you returned his smile.

Hansol ended up staying later than he thought he would. He’d accomplished everything he needed to for the day and he was working hard to get everything done by next week’s deadline. Maybe he wouldn’t have to work as hard by the time next week came around. With a yawn, he proceeded to close his office door.

As he did, he saw you at the water cooler. You were down on your knees, tilting the cooler to fill your paper cup. He could only think dirty thoughts when he saw you in that position. And, of course, your skirt was even tighter being in that position. It hugged your ass well and he wanted to feel it. He didn’t, though. Instead, he raised his eyebrows.

“Y/N?” he called. You jumped, spilling some of the water on your shirt. You cursed under your breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you…”

“It’s okay,” you said, shaking the water off of your hands.

He walked over to the kitchen, grabbing napkins. He handed them to you. “I thought you left already. What are you still doing here?”

You couldn’t help but notice how frustrated he looked. You assumed that he was probably just stressed out over deadlines and the work that he had to do; he had just worked late after all.

You started blotting at your blouse. It wasn’t soaked but you wouldn’t mind changing if you had an extra blouse. “I was working on the video. I wanted to do a good job.”

He tried not to stare at you blotting at your shirt. You were touching the area he wanted to touch and feel so bad. Water had splashed up onto your neck and slithered down your shirt. He laughed instead, as a distraction. “I didn’t mean to do it all today. It’s late and it’s a Friday night.”

“I know.”

“How about I buy you dinner? It’s the least I can do. You haven’t eaten anything since lunch, right?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can just eat when I get home.”

“I’ll buy you something good to eat,” he said, “Whatever you want.”

You put your finger on your chin. “Hm, okay. But first I wanna show you what I have so far. Is that okay?”

He nodded and followed you to your cubicle. You let him sit down in the chair and started playing the video. Of course, he couldn’t concentrate. All he could think of was the fact that you were standing directly behind him. He wanted to turn around in the chair and pull you into his lap. He was getting hard just thinking about it.

He was watching the video but he wasn’t really watching. He saw what you’d recorded but he wasn’t really seeing. You’d asked him to give you feedback but there was no way he could give his honest opinion when he hadn’t truly seen any of it.

“What do you think?”

He suddenly couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

Still facing the computer screen, he said, “Are you...seeing anyone?”

He regretting asking you that immediately. It was an inappropriate. The two of you were still in the workplace, for God’s sake. He had the audacity to be asking something like this. He wished that he could take it back, especially after how agonizingly long the pause was.

You were taken aback by his question. It wasn’t that you were taken or didn’t want to tell him about your relationship status. You were just completely shocked at his question. So many questions went through your mind. Why was he asking? Was he interested in you? Was taking you to dinner just out of the kindness of his heart or was it his way of trying to ask you out on a date? You were overthinking it. All you had to do was answer his question, yet here you were standing behind him making things complicated.

“You don’t have to answer that,” he said. “I shouldn’t have.”

He rose from the chair, putting on a smile despite his disappointment. He was mostly disappointed in himself. He’d been bold and ruined everything. It was a stupid thing to ask. You were young and still in college. Of course there was probably someone pursuing you.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” you said softly. You brought your eyes to meet his. The two of you made eye contact for a few seconds before you pressed your lips to his.

He seemed to be taken aback at first, once you pulled away. You wondered if you should’ve done it or not as you stood in silence. He studied you, searching your eyes, before he leaned in to kiss you. This time, he cupped your cheek. His tongue made its way into your mouth, crashing into yours. You hummed into his mouth. His mouth was warm and minty.

He pulled away first. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

You smiled. “Isn’t this, like, against the rules or something?”

He shook his head. “There’s nothing in the employee handbook about it…”

“Oh yeah? How far will you go?” You said it with a flirty, sexy look in your eyes. There was a pout on your lips and it was driving you crazy.

Hansol leaned a little closer to you. “Are you saying things like this on purpose?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N. You know how crazy you’re making me, right?” He took your hand and put it at his pants.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants. Did you really make him like this? “You’re so hard…”

“You did this to me. It all started with that fucking wet shirt of yours. All that water glistening on your skin like that...”

You bit your lip, running your fingers across the buttons of your blouse. “Do you want to see what’s underneath?” He nodded. You began to unbutton slowly, to tease. You knew how crazy you were driving him; he even admitted it himself. You took your shirt off, peeling it off slowly.

Then, Hansol spoke. “God, I want you…”

“So take me,” you whispered. He was turning you on, too, and you could feel warmth down there, at your increasingly wet spot. You’d become turned on just by the very thought of having sex with your superior at work.

The office was empty. You could do this here and now, with no regrets. There was no one to hear or see what was about to happen.

You unzipped his pants, pulling them down around his knees. You motioned to the chair, telling him to sit. He did as you implied and sat down in your desk chair. He pulled his boxers down, revealing his length. He wasn’t huge but he wasn’t small either; he was thick, just how you liked it. You needed something to fill you up. You just hoped he was good at this sort of thing.

You stood in front of him as you took your skirt off, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Hansol reached to your panties, rubbing your clit through the silky fabric. Your lips parted as he began to rub it harder. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“Let’s get these off,” he said. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you right now, not later. He didn’t hesitate to help you out of your underwear.

It wasn’t long before you positioned yourself over his hard cock. You stroked it a little and took your seat on top of him. His lips parted as you adjusted to his size. You started moving your hips, riding him slowly. He held onto your hips, making eye contact with you.

You felt powerful, being on top of him like this. Your eyes never left his. Typically eye contact would make you uncomfortable but making eye contact with Hansol was making you even wetter. He felt so good inside you. You could feel him moving a little from underneath you, meeting you somewhere in the middle.

He let out a groan as he sat up straight and started moving your hips back and forth with your hands. He felt deeper inside of you now and you could feel it in your core. If you stayed in this position, you could definitely make yourself cum.

Your slow, teasing motions were driving him crazy. He captured your lips in his while your movements continued. He kissed you with his tongue, the kiss turning wild. At that, you sped up your pace, moaning into his mouth.

He pulled away first with an open mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned out. “So fucking tight…”

You closed your eyes, throwing your head back in pleasure. You called his name as he began to thrust up into you, hard. He held your hips down, slamming into you with everything he had. You were completely speechless, loud moans filling the room, as he thrusted hard and deeply inside of you. He was stretching you out completely.

You could tell how much he was enjoying this, with his occasional grunts and parted lips. A few minutes later, he stopped moving. He pressed his lips to yours and stood you up.

Immediately, he bent you over the desk and pushed into you from behind. He started pounding you relentlessly, with no mercy. You loved the feeling of rough sex and that was exactly what he was doing to you.

“Y/N,” he called from behind you.

You couldn’t answer, gripping onto the edge of the desk as he slammed into you with each thrust. He thrusted into you deep, holding the position for a second before doing it again, and again. Then he’d pick up his pace and start pounding you again. You loved the feeling of the variety.

As he reached out for your clit and started rubbing it, hard, just like before, you began to feel your orgasm coming on. He was making you feel so good, filling you up deeply. He knew exactly what to do to make you fall apart. You couldn’t help but let go.

You moaned loudly. “Hansol…”

He bit his lip upon hearing you call his name. He could feel your legs shaking and that, alone, was enough to bring you over the edge.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he said. “I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come…”

“I wanna taste it…”

He groaned before pulling out of you. You turned around and got on your knees just in time for him to release his warm seed into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, shooting his load into your mouth. You swallowed his load and wrapped your lips around his cock to suck it slowly. The oversensitivity was enough to make his toes curl and to earn a loud groan. “God, Y/N. You’re such a bad girl…”

You licked your lips. “You taste good...”

He planted a kiss on your lips, unbothered by the fact that you had just swallowed his cum. If anything, it turned him on to know that your mouth tasted like him.

“That was so hot,” you said, as you began to redress.

“Whenever you want it, I’ll give it to you,” he whispered into your neck before planting a kiss there. “You feel too good…”

You smiled as you buttoned your shirt. “So, are we still getting dinner?”

“Absolutely. I worked up quite the appetite,” he said, winking.

As you walked out of the office together, you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that your boss had just fucked the shit out of you.

[markleetrashh]

Boyfriend Yukhei

• i wrote one for jungwoo,,, so im gonna write one for yukhei or lucas • don’t you just love him too?? • also dedicated to @onlyjihoons • let’s start!

• how you met him • so you actually hold cooking classes at a nearby community centre near your neighbourhood, as it’s your hobby and also to earn money • and he’s actually one of your students there • he actually came to attend the class with his friend, mark • i had to do this im sorry both are b a d at cooking,, who am i kidding i can’t cook too- • and it was the first time you actually saw people this bad at cooking?? • like how yukhei forgot to wash all of his ingredients before cooking, • which led to you having to throw the whole dish away • because “you didn’t mention that we needed to wash them??” • “iT’S COMMON SENSE YUKHEI!!!” • about mark,,, another story- HAHA • but everytime yukhei attends the class you can’t help but fully focus on him majority of the time because he’s super clueless • which of course, he felt bad about • so he decided to text you one day • “i know im super hard to deal with every week, but can i repay your patience with a movie date??” • and you’d always thought he was really nice and funny, so of course, you agreed • on the date he shows up with his usual black and dark outfits (which suits him perfectly) and you can see him being awed by the dress you were wearing • and when you ask him why • “you look pretty today- i mean, you look pretty everytime i see you but today you look prettier?” • “must be because im not wearing an apron and my hair’s not tied up in a messy bun” • “hmmm maybe” • and throughout the whole movie/date yall are super comfortable and got to know more things you both didnt knew before • like how mark & him are the same age,, you always thought mark was younger • and he also tells you how he’s learning and practicing everyday to cook meals • and promises that one day he’ll cook one for you after he improves • interacting between classes slowly turned to small dates after class, with him waiting for you to clean up even after class has finished • to chatting everyday on the phone and going over to each other’s houses, you both became inseparable • and before you even knew it, you realised you have feelings for him,, but you didn’t bring it up, and didn’t plan to • until one day he just randomly texts you “i have something to tell you” • and without even replying he just confesses • and when you reply “really?” • he calls you right away • “Yes im serious. After thinking for weeks, that is” • “I��. like you too..” • “OH MY GOD REALLY??” • and that was how both of you got together • ^ right after the call he rushed down to your house just give you a hug and to celebrate but both of you ended up cuddling in each other’s arms to sleep • a relationship with yukhei would be pure fun and youthful • he’ll always try his best to make you laugh and make sure you’re happy • like how he teases you 24/7 • and how he would attack you with random tickles when you’re in the middle of doing something • dates?? yukhei is always ready • he seems to always have places to go to and bring you to • and they never fail to disappoint • which is why your phones are full of pictures and memories of the both of you at the many different countries • and he promised that one day he’ll bring you overseas to explore even more places • loves to surprise you • like that one time he specially cooked for you • and he’s improved A WHOLE LOT,, it’s actually on par with yours?? • “it’s all thanks to you,,, my first successful and most delicious meal for my babe!” • “i’ll cook more for you in the future” • and of course you’d be touched so!! • probably also has many meme photos in his phone, which he’d randomly send you • especially when you’re not together • like how he just randomly sent you one at 4am one morning • with a “this made me laugh so it should make you laugh too” • and you almost slapped him because you were woken from your sleep • whenever you call him cute though, • he gets all whiney and denies it “i’m not cute, i’m handsome” he said that himself on the insta live • but he gives in after he realises he cant win against you so he just pouts and frowns • which makes him even cuter!!! • but when you’re sad?? goofy yukhei would take over and he’ll do all sorts of funny and silly things to cheer you up • but there are times he’d also be very serious and ask you about what happened and listen to you talk • he’ll give you his most honest opinions and advice too because he wants the best for you • very supportive boyfriend • always the first to like and comment on your social media posts • and always sends a screenshot to you right after • “YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO POST THIS????? wow how pretty” • “where’s the credits for this wonderful picture????” • “you already look good in this picture but you know what will make it better??? having me in it!! go post a picture of the both of us-” • doesn’t always initiate hugs but when he does it’s usually because he’s tired and needs your affection • but he loves kisses though • especially on his cheeks,, he’d always get all happy and excited after you kiss him • in conclusion yukhei is your boyfriend & bestfriend • he’s always there to brighten things up and make your day much more fun and happy • and although he may be a dork sometimes and you wonder why you even love him, • like how he stares at himself in the mirror and asks you whether you think he’s handsome (kun, thanks for exposing him) • you still love him a lot • and he does too!!

[nctscenarios]

Chapter 1 ✦ I'll never forget the day we met ✦

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10 Feb. 2022

Breaking News:

SM Ent. released "Elayne"'s first teaser pictures and we finally know who the members are!

As we announced last week SM released today "Elayne"'s pictures and the company shared with the public who's going to be part of their new girl group. Elayne is a 5 member girl group composed by the very well known to the public former SMROOKIE girls: Koeun, Lami, Hina and Herin. What nobody was expecting was for a foreigner to join the line up of Elayne. Y/n is the first european idol to debut under SM. Entertainment and the fans are super excited to see a big company like SM make such a bold decision, possibly making way for other foreigners to join Kpop. "Elayne"'s mv will be released on Valentine's day and we are on countdown mode for the hottest debut of the year so far.

tyxoxo_neo commented : I'm happy that SM is debuting a foreigner but I'm worried about her fitting in ://

yulyuli commented : I can't tell who the visual is... they all look meh kkkk

okneok22 commented : OMG YES FINALLY THE SMROOKIE GIRLS AAAAA

lala_lisa_luv commented : i'm actually excited for this asdfghjkl they look so pretty <3

wooyahnah commented : stop putting foreigners in kpop groups -_-

kooki3 commented : me (an empath) sensing that MY''s are bitter

Herin scuffed and closed her phone, she was laying down on the floor of the training room along with her group members. It didn't take a genious to understand how they were all feeling at the moment, when their debut was four days away and the internet was on fire with mixed opinions since the announcement of their debut all the girls shared the same state of spirit, panic. Koeun sighed, while walking in circles and bitting her nails, Lami was on the couch laying down with her hands in her stomach, she had been feeling sick for the past week because of anxiety. Hina's phone began to rang, she lifted her head from the ground and looked at the caller ID.Upon seeing it she hung up, sighed and got up stomping her feet.

"Jaemin?" a muffled voice asked, coming from a girl also laying on the floor, she was laying face down, wearing a very oversized hoodie. Hina humed and chugged down her bottle of water.

Koeun finally stopped and sat down on the floor signaling the girls to join her and form a circle.

" Girl I already know what you're going to say and I-" Herin started.

" No listen. I'm not going to try and give us a motivational pep talk about how it is NOT our fault that we have an unhinged background because we thought we were never going to debut, and now that we are, instead of being excited we are all shaking in fear because we have to have very awkward interactions with people we despise."

The girls looked at her with raised eyebrows and a look on their faces that read "You're doing it again". Koeun brushed her hair away from her face and began to play with her fingers, speaking in a low tone:

" Y/n I'm sorry about the bad things people are writting about you... I'm sorry that as a leader there's nothing I can do, but I know you're going to amaze everyone and prove that all the things their saying are wrong. You belong here and we are a team, we are sisters and I would fight them all if I could."

Y/n slid closer to her friend and gave her a small hug "I know you would Koko, don't worry about it. Haters is the least of my problems..." Koeun gulped and lifter her head to look at Y/n giving her a small smile.

"I said I was not going to give you a pep talk and I'm not, what I suggest it the following." Koeun got up putting her hands in her hoodie pockets, she had dark circles around her eyes, similar to the ones in her group mates faces. " We go to the dorm, we get some delivery food, something like really greasy that will make our manager have nightmares, we chug down the hidden vodka bottle that Herin has, NOT YOU LAMI, and we...we drink the pain away."

" Can we maraton Adam Sandler movies?" Y/n asks getting up and linking arms with Koeun who nods.

" Sounds like, a pity party. I need it immediately." Herin grabbed her things and Lami. " I was saving that vodka for a special occasion."

" I have another idea but I fear it may be a little ilegal..." the four girls all stopped in their tracks looking back at Hina that was zipping her cardigan up.

Herin made a intrigued face.

" Proceed..."

" We need plates, and a dark alley. And some sharpie too."

" Plates? The dish?" Lami asked confused " What are we going to do with those?"

" Trust me little one."

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It was a chilly night in Seoul, it hadn't snown in a long time but it was raining almost everynight, like today. The girls head out from a small store with the five plates and sharpie Hina requested to buy. Upon hearing her idea while they headed to the store the girls got excited to complete the task. Having already bought the plates they started to look for a quite and hidden place in an alley nearby.

After a few minutes of walking they climbed some stairs and reached a dark street where no cars could pass. They sat on the stairs and began to scribble with the sharpie on the plates.

" Hina how the hell did you come up with this?" Koeun questioned shivering because of the cold " If we get caught we are done for" she looked around worried.

" I saw this in a movie, I don't remember which one but I always wanted to try it." she said writting with trembling hands.

" Chill Koko, we're good, we just have to sprint really fast when we're done." Y/n said hugging her friend and sneaking a peak at her plate.

After everyone wrote on their plates they turned the corned into a part of the alley that had only one street lamp on, you could see the city lights in the horizon and the silhouettes of the girls on the wet concrete of the road.

" Who wants to go first?" Herin asks secretly hoping nobody would volunteer so she could do it. " OK I'LL GO FIRST"

The girls cackled and told her it was okay, Herin turned her plate around and showed the words she had written on it.

" Explain your plate before breaking it!" Hina requested in a hurry.

" Don't worry babes, uri leader has run out of motivational pep talks but I've got some words to say" she cleared her throat. " I love you all, I know it's been hard but we're ending a chapter, and even if we feel scared because we don't know what's coming, let me say that being in this journey with you has been the best adventure of my life."

Y/n fake sniffed and got a dirty look from Herin.

" Not even a tear?" she asked with a pout.

" Only from the cold but it might freeze."

" Ok let us get this over with..." Herin looked at her plate for a few seconds and gripped it hardly sniffing from the cold too. Small clouds of smoke came from her mouth because of the way she was breathing. " So, in my plate I wrote down some things that make me stressed and that I want to let go off from now on."

The words "low self esteem and loving someone who doesn't love me back" could be read in her plate. Y/N placed a hand in Herin's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. In a matter of seconds the same plate she had been holding fell to the floor breaking in tiny pieces. The other four girls gave her a round of aplause before quickly doing the same.

" I wrote down some things I hate" Hina said quickly before showing her plate with the words " Our debut song ,Giselle, Endless Training period, Xenophobia and Na Jaemin" on it before smashing it on the floor too.

" I wrote down my worst biggest fear at the moment, having a floppy debut and losing one of my members because of hateful comments from the public...also, our company giving up on us again...and being a bad leader." Koeun said in a slow pace reading the words she had written as if she could visualize all of those scenarios. She threw the plate with more strength than expected making the girls jump and giggle a little.

" That's a lot of accumulated anger Koeuniie." Lami followed before throwing her plate with " Having to give up my dream to become a singer" writen. " I don't ever want to feel that again... we have to do well." Her three unnies hugged her while Y/n stared at her plate. She bit her lip and threw it with all her will on the ground.

As it fell and shatered the sound of a window being open and an old lady screaming was heard.

" WHO'S OUT THERE? I WILL CALL THE POLICE!"

" Shit.." Herin cursed starting to run grabbing Lami by the arm. The other girls followed her and ran as fast as they could terrified about getting caught and having their first scandal three days before their debut. They reached a busy street and stopped at a bus stop with their hands on their knees gasping for air. Lami began laughing and hitting Koeun in the arms expressing her satisfaction.

" We have to do that every month it was so freeing!" she said while twirling around with her arms in the air.

Koeun half sat half fell into the seat of the stop looking defeated.

" I think this was enough adrenaline for me."

" What did you write Y/n?" Hina asked Y/n putting an arm around her shoulders. She gulped a little but her mouth was still dry from all the running and cold air that she had been breathing.

" I wrote down a date... February 14." the group mates looked at her waiting for more information. " February 14th 2020... the day I met him."

Koeun got a apologetic look on her face and gave Y/n a small smile before getting up and patting her head.

" Our debut date really sucks doesn't it?" Hina added before signaling to the bus for it to stop.

When the manager and the president announced their debut date Y/n heart fell to her feet and she could feel her stomach in her throat, she couldn't believe it. It must have been a curse that someone put on Y/n because the 14th of February always ended up on becoming a day that became special to her somehow. Her mind started to race with flashbacks from that meeting and from THE other 14th of February. A voice called Y/n's name and woke her up from her daydreaming transe, Hina hurried Y/n to get into the bus.

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When they got home Hina and Lami ran to the bathroom fighting about who would shower first. Koeun placed their orders for delivery food and began to set a small pillow fort in the floor of the living room with the help of Y/N. The night passed with them in their cozy pajamas, eating fries and burgers from their favourite fast food chain while watching "Grown Ups". Hina always had the best ideas for activities and dared them to play a drinking game of jenga which left them very drunk after downing Herin's hidden vodka bottle because of the game. The group of friends layed on top of the blankets and pillows that Koeun and Y/n had put together, laughing out loud because of their drunken state and because of the dumb movie playing on TV. They didn't realize how late it had gotten until they heard several knocks on the door.

Startled from the noise they all covered their mouths and looked at the door as if they could look throught it laser vision.

"Who could it be?" Koeun asked with squinted eyes.

Y/n got up and walked in zig zags until she reached the intercom, pushing the bottom making the camera turn on and show the figure of a person on the screen.

She made a big O face and looked at her friends in slow motion before covering her mouth to not laugh out loud.

" WHO IS IT?" Hina screamed making Herin push a pillow in Hina's face to shut her up while making a shush sound.

Y/n opened the door trying to act composed.

A tall and slender men stood before her with a serious look in his face. When he saw the state she was in he started to shake his head.

" Howwwww may I help you Johnny Suh Sir?" Y/n said trying to look sober.

" Do you guys know how late it is? You're making so much noise... Everyone is pissed and they made me come down because I'm the only one who doesn't have beef with you guys. Funny enough, I was sleeping ok, because I have my noise cancelling thingies one you know but NO, they woke me up on purpose because you were being loud and nobody upstairs has the balls to come down here and tell you to zip it."

Herin appeared beside y/n at the door frame and gave him a nod as a way to greet the boy.

" So. They made you come downstairs because they are little bitches?" she said while downing a vodka shot followed by a bite in a french fry she had in her other hand.

Johnny rolled his eyes and entered the apartment.

" You guys have food? The least you can do is share since I got woken up because of you" he said while joining the rest of the girls on the floor and bitting some onion rings.

" So debut is in 72 hours, I'd ask how you're feeling but this speaks for itself." he pointed at Lami now knocked out sleeping in a weird position with a fry hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Herin and Y/n had closed the door and gotten a cup for Johhny.

" Vodka soda my friend?" Herin offered.

" It's...4 a.m..." Johnny said while looking at her with a serious look on his face.

" If you're boring just say that." Y/n added.

He grabbed the cup and downed it in a second.

" I'm your only friend, treat me nicely."

" Yes Johnny" you guys sang in unisone.

Johnny spent the remaining hour eating and watching the rest of the movie with you guys before falling asleep on the couch. Y/n was the only one still up when Johnny's phone began to rang, without looking at the ID caller she picked it up.

" Johnny's phone this is Y/n speaking."

The person on the other line remained silent for a moment but Y/n could hear them breath.

" Hello?" she asked before realising she could just look at the ID to see who she was talking with, but before she could a familiar voice spoke in a soft voice.

" You're debuting on my birthday..."

She could feel her heart skeaping a beat when she heard his voice. Her mouth went dry and now she was the one unable to find the words to speak. For some reason none of them talked, they stayed on line in silence for what felt like an eternity.

" Your birthday..." Y/n finally managed to say with a crack in her voice.

Almost like in a hurried way the person on the other side of the line answered

" I'll never forget the day we met. It was on my birthday, two years ago... I couldn't take my eyes off you."

Tears began to fill Y/n's eyes and she gripped Johnny's phone while biting her lip trying not to start crying.

" I mis-"

" Goodbye Jaehyun."

Y/n hung up, taking a deep breath and hugging her knees not realising Johnny had woken up and heard the last part of the call. He came down from the couch and put an arm around her, giving a comforting hug while she sobbed. She promised herself she would never look back, that she would not miss him or crave for his presence, but hearing his voice was enough of a trigger for her to want to get up, run to the 11th floor into his arms. But she couldn't, he didn't deserve her love. It was almost two years ago but she could remember like it was yesterday when her eyes first landed on him and his dimpled smile made her heart melt. And it was all because of another dumbass heartbreaker named Mark Lee.

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⋆ this is it for this chapter <3 backstory on the next one my loves , this is so long but I got carried away and I can't wait to post more please let me know what you think and if I can make any improvements, btw I will try to post one chapter a day but I make no promises because I might get writers block asdfghjklç ⋆

[neokollection]

Morning After - Jungwoo

A/N: No one asked for this, but fuck yeah I love Jungwoo dating, but don’t live together

The dull television hummed quietly, lulling you awake. Your gaze groggily settled upon the crisp vanilla sheets, the scent of fresh orange tingling your nose. Jungwoo sat against the headboard, watching the weather forecast as he lazily peeled an orange, letting the skin fall to the sheets in his lap.

“What time is it?”

His smile rivaled the brilliant sun that filtered through the blinds. His dark hair was disheveled, his plump lips stretching into a small grin.

“Eleven,” he responded softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face as you pulled yourself to sit beside him, holding the sheet to cover your breasts.

He offered you a slice of orange, holding it before your lips endearingly. A soft hum of approval escaped you as your lips brushed his fingers, the tangy flavor making your toes curl in satisfaction. Your stomach churned, a low growl sounding through the room. You smiled bashfully before instructing Jungwoo to look away.

“Why?”

“I’m going to get dressed,” you muttered, shifting.

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he chimed, grinning.

“Just do it-”

His gaze focused on the television as you stood, collecting your discarded clothes from the floor. You dressed quickly, sitting on the bed once more.

“I have to go,” you informed glancing at your phone.

He collected the scraps from his lap in his hand before standing, tossing them in the waste bin beside the bed.

“Look away,” he teased, making you flush.

Swiftly, he tugged a pair of briefs on, glancing at you once more. He rummaged through his closet quietly, letting you admire his toned back. He returned to your side, flannel in hand. You smoothed out your hair, giving him a questioning look.

“Your skirt’s a bit short,” he commented, draping the flannel around your waist, tying it tightly in the front.

Last night you had a date, not expecting to stay the night, not expecting to have to wear your flirtatious ensemble home at 11:30 in the morning. 

He gave your cheek a chaste kiss, smoothing the unruly sections of your hair you missed.

“I’ll see you later,” he murmured before sighing happily as you drew him into a sweet embrace.

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[nuoyipeach]

Hold Me Tight

Mark Lee X Ko Eun (feat. NCT127 & Herin)

Three months of travelling and performing. It sounded impossible for anyone else, but for Mark it was too normal to actually be normal. This was their fifth tour, and by now they were all used to being away from home.

Except, this would be Mark's first time away from the woman he loved for so long in one go. Usually they'd have a break in between continents and come back, but their management decided to do one full round instead.

"And make sure you don't loose your wallet, because not only will your bank cards be lost, but you'll be carrying your passport. Loose that, and say bye bye to the rest of the tour. Did you pack enough underwear?"

Mark should be annoyed by now, but the more Eun nagged him about his luggage, the sadder he felt. He knew he was going to miss this. He was going to miss coming home to her, jumping into bed next to her, cuddling up into her hold, her hands playing with his hair as she read a book while he rested his head on her chest listening to her heartbeat. He didn't tell anyone, but Mark had many songs written about her ever since they were together, she was his best muse. He figured he'd make an album out of them and give them solely to her, something too personal for the public ear.

All that would have to wait as Eun now checked his backpack to make sure he had all his on hand essentials. "Where's the painkillers? What if you get a headache, or fever? Go get those."

Mark was purposely forgetting things. Right now he wanted her to nag at him, he wanted to hear enough of her to make up for the two months he won't be around. It sounds silly, but he didn't care.

But eventually everything was packed, and now he waited an hour for their manager to come pick him up. They sat on the sofa together, Eun hugging his torso leaning against his chest. Mark suddenly heard a sniffle and looked down to see her teary face. It made him even sadder, and he pulled her up so they were face to face, cupping her cheek to wipe away the one tear.

"Three months is stupid." she suddenly spat out. "What kind of management are they? How will you live for that long away from home?" she hid her sadness with anger, a trait he always found hilarious, but now it broke his heart. He pulled her face close to his and kissed her before pressing his forehead against hers.

"I wish I could take you. I don't know what I'll do without you..."

>>>

Time felt slower especially when you're counting down every minute, and that's exactly what Mark was doing. The first three weeks he was happy to be able to perform for fans, albeit very tired. By the fourth week he was starting to miss home, but it wasn't too bad as they got to visit Johnny's house where the Seo family hosted a homemade Korean dinner for them.

By the seventh week however, he was too down to smile off stage. The group and staff tried to keep themselves busy with attractions around the cities they were in, but even they felt homesick at that point.

On the twelfth and last week they'd be going to the UK, performing in London and Manchester two days each. Everyone was smiling, and some a little excited as they went around London buying gifts for their loved ones. Mark had Haechan come with him as he tried hard to find a gift for Eun. He had already picked out something from Tokyo, Singapore, Sydney, New York, Vancouver, and Paris. Every country they went he picked out one gift for her.

At this point he was out of ideas of gifts. He couldn't get her another dress, or jewelry, or makeup, or perfume. It was hard thinking of a new idea for a gift, but Haechan thankfully came up with one. As they crossed the street, he saw a man with a small table twisting wires, and dragged Mark with him.

"Look, he's making photo frames with names on them. Get one for noona."

Mark thought about it, watching how the man twisted the wires first into the given name, then with a flower or heart in the end, and finally into the structure of a frame. Eun had a liking for small novelty items like these, and he decided he might as well get it. Beats any fridge magnet with a flag on it.

He asked their manager to get him extra bubble wrap, safely packing away the frame into his suitcase with a smile. He hoped she'd love it, he knew she would. Just the thought of her smile brought a tear in his eye as he missed her again. Despite all the video calls they'd do almost every day, he missed her too much.

Sighing, he closed up his suitcase as they got ready to move to their final venue, Manchester. Once they reached, Haechan dragged Mark out to a restaurant near their hotel to meet someone, saying it's a special friend of theirs. And no doubt he was right as the two entered and spotted a young lady smiling at them.

"Herin!" the three hugged, quickly sitting down before other customers were disturbed by their joyful reunion. "How have you been? Oh my God it's been forever since we last met. How's drama school?"

Haechan added on. "Any boyfriend?" he asked wiggling his eyebrow, getting a light hit on his arm from Herin.

"Stop that! Drama school's been fine, I'm loving it! London's nice to live in too."

Mark suddenly looked at her perplexed. "Wait, if you're in London now, why did you meet us here?"

Herin chuckled nervously, pursing her lips. "I was late to get tickets in London."

Both men's eyes widened. "You're coming to the concert? Oh my God you should've told us!" Haechan whipped out his phone. "I'm getting you a backstage pass right now, hold on."

"Oh but, I'm bringing a friend."

"Then two, no worries. Oh and they'll work both days."

Herin smirked innocently. She knew they'd do this for her, and glad they did.

She could finally commence with her plan.

>>>

Herin didn't go backstage the first day, but the whole group saw her in the crowd and specially waved to her before ending the concert. On the second day she told them she'd be coming backstage, with her friend.

The men were getting ready, already dressed up and warming up their lips and vocals, when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello boys." Herin popped in and greeting them in a teasing manner. They all greeted her back laughing before she continued. "So my friend here biases Mark very much, so excuse her for getting to excited."

At that moment a body dashed in with a high pitched voice and hugged Mark tighter than ever. "OH MY GOD MARK LEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

Mark was in shock, and so were the others, until Johnny took a closer look at the face in his shoulder, and gasped with laughter. He urged the others to look, and they all had the same reaction.

Mark was still stuck arms splayed out, when a familiar scent hit his nose from the young lady's hair. Peaches, like the shampoo in his bathroom back home, like their pillow on his bed.

No way can someone's shampoo here smell the exact same as the one home. And at that he pulled the lady out of her hug, freezing as he saw her face. "Baby... you're here? Here... Eun?"

Eun chuckled and cupped his cheeks. "I'm here." she said softly before pulling him in for another hug, tight but gentle this time. "I missed you so much. Herin told me to come over and she'd help me see you. I know I could have waited three more days, but I just couldn't."

She heard his nose sniffle and the other members cooing at him, figuring out he was in tears as he hugged her back tight and nuzzled his face into her neck hiding. "I missed you so much... too much Eun... God I wanted to go home so bad, but you're here now... Thank you for coming baby..."

Eun chuckled, her eyes teary from happiness, and was about to let go when Mark just held her tighter. "Not yet." he whispered. "Hold me tight, a little longer please." Her heart melted as she realised just how sad he must've felt all these days. Everyone went back to getting ready while they stood beside the door hugging longer, looking at each other every few seconds before hiding faces in each other's shoulders again.

"Yah, that's enough. Have some pity on us who didn't get this surprise OK." the two looked up to see Taeyong furrowing his brows and lips pouting, chuckling at the leader's sad face. "Come on Mark, four hours and then you can get back to this."

The two shared a quick kiss before the group left for stage, Koeun and Herin being invited to watch from where the staff usually sit in the crowd. Mark was evidently much more smiley on stage this time, and some fans even noticed it as Herin saw on twitter real time.

"Damn eonnie, your effect on Mark is so much more than I expected." she chuckled showing Eun some of the fans tweets.

Mark looks so happy today guys! Look at his cute bounce

Haechan and Mark keep laughing at each other!

Something must've happened, Mark looks REAL happy and pleased. Too bad it's the last day...

Eun smiled before looking back at the stage when she realised he had been staring in her direction. They exchanged eye contact before she secretly blew him a kiss, to which he smiled even more and started to chuckle.

"We should just bring all their girlfriends and wives from now on." one of the staff joked to another behind her. "That's really their only source of energy now."

As the concert ended and the guys came back down, Eun and Mark hugged again. "You did amazing." she whispered into his ear as he breathed tiredly, and kissed his slightly sweaty cheeks. "I'm proud of you."

"Couldn't have done it without you." he whispered back, hugging her tighter. "God I missed you so much, I'm gonna bring you to all my tours from now on."

Eun chuckled and pulled out smiling at him, cupping his cheeks as she spoke again. "I'd gladly come, but you know I'm not cut out for this..." Mark frowned, causing her to chuckle and peck his lips.

"I'm sorry I have to be away for so long..."

"It's not your fault." she quickly reassured him. "I don't want you to stop doing what you love, even if it means a few weeks apart for us every two years. You're happy, and you bring happiness to others, I couldn't be more proud of you."

Mark took one of her hands off his cheek and kissed it. "I'm going to take a break after this. One month, just you and me, away from all this. You're right, I'm doing what I love and I'm happy with it. But I love you more, and I'm happiest when I'm with you."

>>>

Mark indeed kept his promise. It took a lot of persuasion, but with the other members agreeing their management decided to give the whole group a month off once they got back. Mark didn't waste time by planning out what to do, he just wanted it to be a relaxed break off work, just him and Eun being with each other every passing minute.

"I like this." he said softly, head laying on her chest while she sat perpendicular to him on their L shaped couch, her fingers unconsciously threading through his hair. It was an impromptu movie night, but Mark was more focused on Eun's heartbeat than what was happening on screen. Eun on the other hand had been wanting to watch the movie for a while so paid attention. "Eun-ie..." he suddenly whined, chin resting on her chest as he looked up at her now.

"Why?" she asked nonchalantly, eyes on screen. Mark frowned.

"Pay attention to me." she chuckled at his seriousness, looking at him for a quick second.

"That's all I've done for a week, and I'll do it again after this movie." she pushed his head back down to rest on her, but he shook out if her hold and sat up looking at her, before reaching for his phone and dialling someone.

"Hey Haechan. Let's hang out... Yes I know, but my girlfriend won't pay attention to me... No I'm not being clingy! Do you wanna go or not? What? No plea- ugh."

Eun couldn't hold in her laughter watching Mark toss his phone aside, obviously being rejected even by his best friend. "I'm going to bed." he huffed out and trudged off. She smiled sympathetically, and decided the teasing had been enough. She paused the movie and shut off the TV, and turned off all the lights on her way to the bedroom.

Peeking in, she saw her boyfriend already tucked in bed, facing her side of it. Her heart swelled up at the sight of his hand on her pillow, tracing shapes onto it as he sighed again, unaware of her presence. She slowly walked over and climbed above him gently, kissing his cheek before taking her place on the bed and facing him with a smile.

Mark furrowed his brows, pouting and tried to look away to show his anger, but Eun knew otherwise. She moved closer to him, head on his shoulder as he laid on his back, one leg over both his, and of course her arm hugging his torso tight as she cuddled into him.

"Don't you have a movie to finish?" he grunted.

"Hmm... But my boyfriend just got rejected by his best friend, so he needs me to take care of him." she giggled and leaned up on her arm sideways before looking at him. "So Mr Lee, what treatment would you like this time?"

Mark's face softened as he stared up at her cutely. This time he turned onto his side, and hugged her body pushing his face into her chest. "Just, cuddle with me."

Eun's heart melted. An entire month off yet all he wanted was just her affection. She smiled and laid down, slipping an arm under his head playing with his hair whilst the other held him close to her by his torso. She left a few kisses onto his forehead before simply leaning her chin on top of his head, enjoying the moment they had full closure. Mark's hand suddenly grabbed her arm that hugged him, pulling it around him more as he shifted closer.

"Hold me tight, please." he mumbled softly into her chest, letting out a relaxed breath when she complied. He was so in need of this it almost made her cry. Eun knew how tired he was, how he works extra hard just because that's how he was. She even told him he needed to stop being a workaholic and perfectionist, because she saw how it affected his health, both physically and mentally. She could only hope the time he spent in her arms now would help him realise it.

Eun hummed a song softly, coaxing him to sleep, which was successful. He still held onto her, as if her slightest movements would've woken him. She smiled as she peeked down at his face, kissing his nose bridge. "Be healthy, please. I love you." she whispered before falling into a deep sleep as well.

>>>

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Teach Me (Hansol x Reader)

Rating: PG

(A/N) AYYYY GUESS WHO’S BACK AGAIN??? Yours truly has been busting her booty recently and banging out these requests like the boss she is ;) A cutie requested some Hansol fluff where you’re partners in dance practice and I just love Hansol okau he is pure and good and needs more love. Enjoy!

The incessant beeping of your alarm finally roused you from your deep slumber, helped along by an arm that flopped over your stomach and caused you to cough. You fumbled for your phone but remembered that you hadn't been the one to set the alarm for the day, so you turned over with an annoyed grumble. "Babe...," you mumbled, hand weakly patting the chest of your boyfriend as sleep threatened to close your eyes again. With no response except for a grunt, you tried again, "Babe," you croaked with your dry throat, moving over until your head thudded against his. Your boyfriend just mumbled something unintelligible, his deep voice cracking as he attempted to wiggle away from you. Annoyed, you slung an arm and a leg over this time, pulling yourself on top of him as you growled, "Hansol!"

His eyes finally flickered open, deep brown eyes looking up at you with recognition as he realized the alarm was coming from his phone. He clumsily fumbled for his phone, uncoordinated by sleep as he silenced the horrible noise and threw it somewhere on the bed. "Good morning," he murmured, his morning voice making you smile as he wrapped his arms around your body. "Morning," you replied, burying your face in his chest, your voice muddled against his pajama shirt, "We gotta go to practice, babe." "Don't wanna," he said gently, already making up his mind to just sleep the rest of the day away with you. "Hansol, no," you laughed as he rolled over and trapped you underneath his larger frame. You wiggled underneath him and gave up, drumming your fingers on his back in amusement, "We've already missed practice twice this week. We need to go." You felt him groan against you, his breath hot on your neck as you chuckled at his reluctance. Your boyfriend placed a singlekiss on your neck before he finally moved off of you and sat up, rubbing his face as he walked over to the bathroom, already stripping off his clothes. You followed after him when you heard the sound of the shower turn on, peeling off your pajamas as you slipped in to wash with him. After the two of you had washed up and got dressed, you grabbed two granola bars, two apples, and two bottles of water, shoving them in your backpack. Hansol was already grabbing the car keys, swinging them carelessly as he threw his favorite hat on, one you'd got him for his birthday. You walked out the door and proceeded to the car, already feeling a bit perkier as the sounds of morning met your ears. You drove to your and Hansol's dance studio that you practiced at, a short drive from your town house to the chic and modern looking building. You rode there in a comfortable silence, browsing through your phone while Hansol played some music and massaged your thigh out of habit. Finding a parking space surprisingly close, you checked the time and walked quickly as you realized you were cutting it close. Hansol grabbed your hand and hurried you along, dragging your through the hallways until you found the advanced hip hop practice room. You squeezed in through the door and was greeted by your fellow dancers who were still stretching out lazily on the polished wood floors. You bode them a cheerful morning while Hansol quietly unzipped your bag and found the granola bar, happily munching away as you sat down to join them. While you were stretching with some of your girlfriends, Hansol was standing around with some of his buddies, half listening to them, half watching you stretch out. You knew how much he liked to see you stretching, so you gave him a little show as you stood up and spread your legs wide. You bent over to touch the floor, giving your boyfriend a good view of your butt as you peered at him cheekily from between you legs. You caught him staring and he blushed, but saw him smile shyly as he turned to throw away his wrapper. Just then, the dance instructor walked in, a young firecracker of a man who never failed to let everyone know he was in the room, "Partner up, people! We're moving right into it." You felt Hansol press up behind you, his arm wrapping around your stomach and pulling you back against him. You jumped and giggled, "Hey there." He kissed the top of your head and you felt him smile against you as he moved into the starting position of the partner dance. You'd been working on this song for a few weeks, and with the help of your incredibly talented boyfriend, you managed to stay at the top of the class with him. No one in there could match the chemistry that the two of you had, because everything you felt when dancing together was always so raw and real. You don't know how many times you'd come a split second away from just grabbing Hansol's face and kissing the living heck out of him. He just got so into the dance that you couldn't help but cheese at how serious he looked, it was incredibly adorable. But you would never admit that to him, he'd be so offended that you'd think that him acting manly was cute, so you kept your secret to yourself. The dance instructor picked up a remote and counted out as the song began, your body surging with newfound energy as the music blasted from the speakers. It was an edgy song, with lots of sexy moves, hip rolling, and grinding. And you absolutely hated it. You weren't gonna lie to yourself, you weren't the sexiest person and you certainly had to try your hardest in order to even look like it. You were a soft little bean who blushed fire engine red when you saw sex scenes in movies or when you caught your boyfriend jacking off by accident. Hansol was different though, he was so effortless hot, the sex appeal just rolled off of him in waves. He emphasized all the right moves, always sharp and clean, his dark eyes seemed to dance too as he flicked his hips perfectly to the beat. You were jealous with how easily it came to him, he already had a natural gift for dance, but gestures and presence too? What wasn't he good at? That didn't stop you from trying your best to match Hansol's intensity as you slid your hands down his chest and dropped. Bouncing off your heels, you snapped right up, panting harshly as the song ended and you gazed at your boyfriend. You held his intense stare for a moment before breaking away with a grin and clapping as everyone cheered for a job well done. Hansol kissed your cheek and gave you a few corrections, telling you that was probably the best run through you'd done. "You really are improving, kitten," he pulled you close and murmured into your ear. You felt your face heat up with pride as you kissed his lips briefly. You pulled away but he lingered, his thumbs messaging circles on your hips as he let his lips brush over yours. The dance instructor interrupted your moment as he shouted, "Alright nerds, we'll be taking a break for a little bit. My back is not what it used to be and I'm in need of Ibuprofen." Everyone burst out in a fit of laughter, watching as the instructor limped out of the room grumbling, everyone else followed suit, leaving you and Hansol alone in the practice room. You turn toward your boyfriend, pouting, "I don't understand how you do it." You crossed your arms as his eyes widened at you. "What do you mean?," he spluttered, tilting his head to the side and regarding your comment. "How do you make looking sexy so easy? You're practically sex on legs when you dance and I'm just a potato trying too hard," you whined, poking him in the chest as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror. "I just don't feel hot when I dance, and I want to know how you manage to do it." Hansol was trying to hold back his laughter, but it slipped through, "What are you talking about, ______?" He'd thought you were about to drop something big on him, like that you felt like you didn't want to dance anymore or something like that. He was relieved to hear that it wasn't anything horrible, "I think you're gorgeous when you dance." He walked up and looked at you through the mirror as he pulled you into a hug from behind, kissing the back of your neck, "I think your gorgeous and sexy even when you're not dancing." "I'm serious, Hansol," you pouted, turning around to face him. "I just feel like I look ridiculous compared to you. Please help me?," you pleaded, wide eyes hopeful as your boyfriend caved under your gaze. "I'll try, but there's nothing really to teach," Hansol warned, stepping beside you and facing the mirror. "A lot of dancing lies in facial expression, using it to your advantage can completely change the feel of the movements." Your boyfriend performed a simple sequence of moves, radiating charisma and seduction. "Try that," he said, backing up to give you the floor space as you took a deep breath. You mirrored his moves flawlessly, but something just felt off. You turned to him, exasperated, "It just doesn't feel the same." "Don't give up so easily, ______," he encouraged, urging you to give it a go again. "Try watching your face in the mirror, watch your expressions and see where each fits best." You nodded and started the sequence again, so intent on watching your face you didn't notice that your shoe was untied until you tripped over it. You cried out as you landed hard on one of your knees, the hard wood floor unforgiving. You gingerly poked your knee, pressing on it gently as you winced. Hansol was beside you in an instant, concern all over his face, "_______, are you okay? Are you hurt?" You tried to stand up, but flopped back down as pain shot through your knee, "I totally just jacked up my knee." "Here," Hansol said, carefully scooping you up into his arms. "Let's go get some ice for it, okay?" Your poor boyfriend looked absolutely distraught as he set you down on a counter in the break room of the dance studio. It had a small corner full of emergency medical supplies and ice packs, stocked for any problem a dancer might encounter. You were as cool as a cucumber, but Hansol looked a compete mess as he confusedly searched through a fridge to find a cold pack. You called his name, "Hansol." He turned toward you with big eyes, worry written all over his face. You smiled and nodded toward the top of the fridge, "Ice packs are in the freezer, babe." "Oh, y-yeah," Hansol mumbled, opening the other door and finding an appropriately sized blue ice pack. He wrapped it up in a small towel with shaking hands before he pressed it to your already swollen and bruised knee. His trembling hands caused little jitters of pain to hit your knee, so you took the ice pack from him and held it yourself. He murmured an apology and scooted away from you, like he was scared to touch you. You smiled at him, pointing to a cabinet full of bottles, "Can you get me some Ibuprofen, baby?" He nodded eagerly and retrieved the pain reliever, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge as he opened it for you and held out he pills, "Here." "Thanks," you said, swallowing down the medicine and taking a long drought of water. You could already tell by the expression on your boyfriend's face that he thought it was his fault, so you softly caught his attention, "Hansol." He looked up from where he was staring at the floor, looking up at you with his dark eyes through his blonde bangs. You shifted on the counter and held open your arm, beckoning him to hug you. Your thighs parted on their own as he stood between where your legs dangled off the counter, pulling you tenderly into his arms. You murmured into his sweatshirt, inhaling his familiar homey scent, "I know what you're thinking, babe..." "It's my fault," he said, pulling out of your arms and looking at you, upset with what he'd done. "I told you to watch yourself and I didn't even notice your shoelace was untied-" You rolled your eyes with a groan, silencing him with a kiss while his arms just flopped uselessly to his side. You pulled away and looked right at him, "It's no ones fault, okay? Things like this happen all the time, it's not like it's the end of the world. I'll be fine, I already feel better anyway." "You sure?," he mumbled, tracing his fingers along your thighs as you chuckled. "Of course, baby," you smiled, taking the ice pack off your ugly bruised knee so you could embrace him with both arms. Hansol smiled and eagerly entered your hold, only retracting sheepishly when you flinched as he accidentally brushed your knee. The blonde boy tried again, moving carefully to press you against the cabinet behind you as he kissed your lips. You hummed in approval, gasping when he pulled away to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands already wandering to places they probably shouldn't. "Hansol," you murmured, trying to get his attention as he ignored you and continued his attack on your neck. You almost gave into his kisses and touch, but the moment his hands slid under your shirt you snapped back to reality, "Hansol!" He pulled away with a smirk, hands back to a more appropriate position on your hips as he feigned innocence, "What?" You groaned and rolled your eyes, grinning as he picked you up again, "And where do you think you're taking me?" "Back home so that I can kiss and love you without being interrupted," he said matter-of-factly, smiling down at you. "Well you better not kiss anywhere below the knee, because I will kick you in the face with my good leg," you warned, biting your lip in amusement. Hansol chuckled picturing you karate kicking him across the room in your bra and panties. "Trust me, there's only one place below your waist that I want to kiss," your boyfriend smirked again, laughing when he saw your face turn red and your jaw drop. He never failed to surprise you.

[taeysuh]

Check his channel out and watch his NCT covers, he literally sounds like "NCT". Let's not sleep on this type of talent ✊

[hyucksgirl6]

Pre-debut Hyuck 🤗 So damn adorable!

[hinsaek]

[kvnshine]

[7:48 AM] xiaojun chases you around the kitchen with a frosting covered spatula as the gingerbread men bake.