#so that's where he gets his music taste guyss

[livzees]

I caved and drew the sillies again

Based on that kyle allen video ^^

[missmeowfam310]

weird taste

Hiiii guyss, I’m back, with another stray kids fluff, this time, it’s mr. Han Jisung, this was also something I’ve written a LONG while ago, I edited so much, I cringed too much too, I’m obviously not so good with emotions, lmao... anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one too, please tell me what do you think.

Also, thank you for the love and support, I’m actually so surprised with the attention “Lee Know knows everything 2″ got, insane.

pairing: han jisung/ reader (y/n) 

Summary: on a lovely night, you hear one of your favorite songs playing from someone else’s car. you met a cute stranger with weird taste in music.

warnings: none? a kiss? jokes? cute Han (yes it is a warning)

wordcount: 1.8 k

ENJOY!!!

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"Do you want anything??"

Your mom asked before heading to the Convenience store.

"Yeah one bag of DORITOS "

The night was weirdly cold, you tightened your arms around yourself to warm yourself up, however, you didn’t hate the cold, the windows were all the way down, your favorite song was stuck in your head, scrolling on your phone, humming the song, until this black jeep parked next to your mom’s car, you turned to see two boys, one of them left the car heading to the store, and the driver Stayed in. the car was blasting great music.

‘great taste’

You thought. Or you THOUGHT you thought, you actually said it out-loud.

"Oh thank you I guess"

He turned to you, why was he glowing in the night, is he a firefly or something.

"You’re welcome; I guess"

‘I should probably stop staring ‘ you thought to yourself, so you turned your attention back to your phone

Until another song started playing from the car next to you, but this time, you were not a fan of this song, in fact, you hate this damn song.

"Okay I take back I first said "

He laughed, throwing his head back.

“and here I thought you were trying to hit on”

“me? Hitting on you? In what world?”

You both laughed this time, because you just lied, to his face, and he knows it.

“my taste in music is, weird, and this is an understatement, my favorite song, when I was a child, was the birthday song”

The laugh you let surprised you.

“oh you’re not joking”

“yeah I’m serious”

You giggled together.

You couldn't help it, his face, his expressions, his giggles, his gorgeous gummy smile, and a great sense of humor, you love a man that could make you laugh.

"A lot in your mind I see"

He said, his tone has changed, he sounded warm, calmer, in this great chilly weather.

"No not really"

"alright, any song recommendations? I know for a fact that this song sucks, but it sucks to appoint where it’s addictive"

You laughed, because it’s the only thing you could do at that moment, your mouth hurts from smiling.

"Hmm lemme think...."

"Alexa, play JP saxe like that please"

"Well, I’m not Alexa but cool, let's see"

"Then who are you?" (it’s just me myself and I)

"It's Han, my name is Han"

"Oh like Han the river??"

"I get that, a lot, but yeah"

He played the song. You sighed, perfect song for this weather.

"It’s y/n, "

"Now that's a nice name, it's fancy knowing you"

"Thank you Mr. Han"

"You're very welcomed miss y/n"

You shared a smile, he radiated warmth in this cold night, played your favorite songs.

"Would you mind if I asked for your phone number? I kinda want to hear more of your favorite songs"

Ah, if this is not the cutest way to ask for a phone number ...

"I do not mind, at all”

He handed you his phone from the window, even his hand feels warm, this human squirrel is a hotpack for god's sake.

He gave you a call to make sure you got his number.

"Cool then, I hope to see you again, y/n"

"I hope I see you again too, Mr. Han"

He waved you goodbye once he saw his friend heading to the car, you smiled and waved back.

Your mom was LATE as usual, but it was the first time that were not really bothered by it.

    It was Friday night, as always, this day is the most boring day of the week for you, but you decided to have fun and let loose, since it had been a while since you did

You took your keys, told your mom you're going for a ride, she told you to be careful, because you just got your driving license.

You got in your new car, shuffled your playlist.

You drove slowly, to be safe, and to fit the mood, you had Chen “shall we” playing, the perfect song, for the perfect mood, yet you still felt like something was missing, you drove this way for a couple of minutes, until you decided that you wanted to have fun, so you took a road where you knew there were no cops, nor cameras,

At the right time, the next song started playing, stray kid “Miroh”, oh it was getting dangerous, it was the perfect song for what you we're about to do.

 You stepped on the gas as hard as you can till you heard the engine roar, and opened the ceiling so you can feel the air slapping your face.

 The adrenaline rush was too much, in the best way possible, your heartbeats were almost as fast as your car, you wanted to live in this moment but you knew it won’t last, good things never do.

 You slowed down because you were getting closer to the traffic light, you fully stopped, it was red, you breathed out, sighing in relief, you felt free, smiling to yourself, because this feeling was exactly what you needed. You were too immersed in your own world, until another car stopped right next to yours,” it was probably one of the neighborhood boys” you thought.

You heard someone calling (more like screaming) your name.

"HEY Y/N NICE ASS CAR"

“who the fuck” you thought

You looked and it was him! Who asked for your phone number and never actually texted you.

"Oh look who's here? If not Han Jisung himself"

"Hi"

He said with the biggest smile ever, he looked genuinely happy to see you, you wondered why.

"Hi"

You said it back, gave him a smile, and looked straight again.

"Hey y/n, can you pull over to the garden that's in the end of the road??"

Why? ‘Am I gonna get kidnapped’ you thought, or was finally going to explain the reason he never texted ?

 You agreed nevertheless, because you are a decent person, definitely not because you wanted to hear him explain, you lost interest in him a long while ago, yeah, definitely.

 You both raced on your way to the park after the green light, another adrenaline rush.

 You pulled over, got out of the car, headed to sit on a chair waiting for his ass to come.

"Hey"

He sat next to you, looking awkward.

You smelled his perfume, it wasn't that strong, He's just sitting next to you, the perfume?  He smelled fresh like he just took a shower, his hair looked a bit wet.

"Hey" you replied

"So" you continued

"What’s up?"

He finally replied

"Listen, I broke my phone and ended up buying another one so I lost all of my contacts including yours and I've been dying to see you and talk to you I never even stopped thi-"

“are you a rapper or something damn chill I’m not running away”

You laughed and joked to ease the mood, you sensed that he was nervous.

His zero reaction lasted 2 seconds till he exploded with the same laugh you never stopped hearing and thinking about

"I'm sorry I just tend to talk really fast when I'm nervous or excited"

He said, wiping his tears and smiling at you.

"Yeah I can clearly see that"

"Anyways, yeah, there’s that, I'm sorry if you thought that I forgot about you because believe me when I say, I didn't"

He apologized even though he did nothing wrong.

"No it's fine, I believe you”

You replied

" you were okay with me not texting you or calling?"

"-"

That's not what you meant at all but you didn’t want to sound desperate, or interested, but also you didn’t want him to feel bad.

"I was sad at first but I got over it"

You decided to be honest, you took a look at his face, and thankfully, he didn't look sad or mad.

"So, can I take your phone number, again??"

He asked you with a shy smile.

"I think you should memorize it too"

You suggested

"maybe I will have it tattooed on my arms"

With a serious face he said.

"did not know squirrels had a bad memory "

You said under your breath, but he must have heard you because started cracking up like there's no tomorrow you actually had to stop him.

"it wasn't even that funny"

"It was not why I laughed actually, my spirit animal is squirrel, I have a squirrel stuffed toy and all of my friends think I look like one, so..."

his squeaky and cute laugh.

"Another question, more like a request"

He talked after a bit of silence

You hummed for him to ask

"Would you go on a date with me if I asked you to?"

Okay that caught you off guard? You thought about for few seconds, you definitely would, it was all you could think about after your first encounter.

"I guess"

You replied trying to look cool and unbothered.

He was looking at his feet, smiling, maybe even blushing, so fucking adorable you can actually beat the shit out of his cute little ass.

"So, will you go on a date with me?"

Looking straight in your eyes, you can’t breathe, what the heck is going on

"Where would you take me Mr. Han?"

He deserved a smile, it’s not like you could help it, it was too easy, to smile with him, around him, at him.

"I actually never thought you'd say yes so I never really thought about it, but now, I think everywhere would be fun with you”

You raised your eyebrows, this was out of the blue

“oh you’re already in love with me huh?”

He laughed hard this time he couldn’t sit properly

“ah I like you you’re funny”

Oh… he was probably joking-

"I like you too Jisung"

BRO WTF WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked at you with wide shocked eyes and opened mouth, ah you’re so embarrassed you wanted to be kidnapped by an alien ship.

Until he dropped that question

"Can I kiss you?"

Okay wow this was fast

"Hope you didn’t have any garlic, union, or smoke"

You replied in a serious tone looking at his lost face

"What? What do mean you ho-

You cut him off by pulling his shirt and giving a little peck of his small little cute lips, a fast little peck , you looked at his expression and it was priceless.

He looked shocked, a bit dizzy and out of this world, this guy is a whole meme and you like him too much for your own sake.

"Can you do that again?"

You giggled,

"don’t be greedy, that’s all you’re getting tonight sweetie, anyways I’m late, gotta head home now"

You stood up, waved him goodbye, heading to your car, smiling to yourself-

"WAIT YOUR PHONE NUMBER"

It startled you, you looked back to see him running towards you.

You laughed at the way he looked, small.

"Here"

You shared your phone numbers.

"Well, I guess this is it, I can't believe I actually saw you"

He said.

"To be honest me too"

"So, see you soon??"

"See you soon Han"

(I hope you like this one too)

[sweettodo]

deceive.

armin arlert x female reader.

to deceive [de-ceive] - “it is often done for personal gain or advantage”

includes : mind break, loss of virginity, manipulation, dubcon, some dacryphilia.

a / n, happy sunday, thank for for 1,000 followers !

wc : 2.5k

Armin and Eren, an infamous friendship, tied at the hip. They're a devilish pair, and they do an unduly job at hiding it too.

Women who have slipped under their spell- their friends around them left thinking 'what happened to her?' after having been sucked in, tossed around, and spit out, left behind to pick up the mutilated fragments of her heart. She'll never be the same.

And even worse, the flocks of daughters who fall head over heels for the dangerous blonde, and the evil brunette- who never seem to slip away before they wound the wretched girls that found themselves wrapped around their fingers. But Eren and Armin will never feel any guilt for their behavior, especially when they can't get enough of the delicious taste of a woman's tears.

Armin knew how to captivate you- instantly Eren too, but how were you expected to know that they were playing you right into their palms? A sweet little compliment about your short summer dress one day after your lecture left you reciting the brief conversation for the rest of the day and the following night. Eren stood next to him, hands in his pockets with a complacent grin on his face, making you shrink, feeling minuscule and bewildered with the two in front of you. That’s when it all started.

Not to mention, that's how they preferred their toys, modest, quiet, and easy to break. Just like you. And as if it were a package deal, you're a tight little virgin, this was laughable to the two- this was going to be ever so simple. You were a priceless doll.

Both men had an unholy God complex, placed on a pedestal, and there was absolutely no way they were coming down.

You knew only a little about the two, but they were able to get under your skin with ease, you were now their little plaything, always sandwiched between the two, being teased as they tried to loosen you up, flicking up your skirt or pinching your sides, "y'know us, princess, no need to act so shy n’ scared." Eren coos, petting your head, you scowl, looking at Armin, who's beside his friend, his hand on your waist.

“Guyss, ” you dragged, “stop messing with me!”

Armin took a particular liking towards you, but he knew it wouldn't be as easy to knock your walls down, unlike some others.

You thought about the blue-eyed sweetheart throughout the day since you had met him, mindlessly writing scribbles on the notepad in front of you; your professor rambling as all you thought about was how Armin made you feel beautiful, how cute he thought you were. In just a few minutes of meeting him, he had you fixed, and he knew that soon, you'd be demanding more, and soon, you would need him to praise you again and again.

"She's pretty cute, you like her?" The first time they had seen you, they knew they had to have you.

Armin had hummed in agreement, abandoning his bag on the bed, "yeah," sitting at his desk, "seems awfully quiet though, gotta' break her out of her shell."

He deemed you to be just like him, gentle and pure, and all Armin needed to do was show you how much potential you had. Look at you- you're too shut out, you're too sheltered, girls like you should be compelled to have Armin come and teach you the right way to do things. He knew, that deep down, you yearned to be taught, and he is so good at taking care of delicate girls like you.

You were Armin's, God- he was going to take such good care of you. He was going to corrupt you and make it so that it would be incapable of letting a day go by without the thought of him leaving his mark on you. You'd be thinking about him every second of the day.

Eren and Armin planned it out accordingly, making sure it was just going to be Armin and you in his dorm, so by the time you got there one late afternoon, it was just going to be you two.

You sat so pretty on the edge of his bed, a textbook in your lap as you studied, you and your tiny little shorts- it pissed him off. Walking around campus, walking past him, enticing every man that laid eyes on you, and you couldn't even throw him a bone? Stingy.

He couldn't settle for the fact that you'd never be the one to make the first move, but no- don't take it personally, it was okay, he liked being in control anyways.

Caught by surprise, watching the sweet little blonde remove the textbook off your lap suddenly and get in your face, wrapping his big, soft, and veiny hand around your throat, ridiculing you for being a loser virgin.

“You think guys are gonna want an inexperienced girl like you?” first he wants to break you down. Make you feel like you're alone, and in the wrong for keeping your innocence.

“Have you even had your first kiss?” he taunts, “it’s okay, that's why you're here.” Stroking the side of your face, you're gasping for air as he squeezes your juggler enough to make your eyeballs throb. Now, he wants you to know that the only man that'll touch you is going to be him. Because no one else wants to.

You're trembling, hurt by his sharp insults, he was right, no one was going to touch you; you're tragic, it's pitiful- really, “you want me to help you?” he releases his grip around your now, tender neck, “you want me to teach you?”

You didn't respond, he becomes irritated, “no one likes a prude, you're lucky I'm even helping you.” your self-esteem shatters, he was right. He was right. He was right.

“I'm sorry, Armin.”

Good, you're so good, even when he's tormenting you like you're nothing more than scum, no other girl would apologize after being called a prude, this means it's working. His cock was begging to be set free from his pants, he needed to rip you open. Now.

“Have you ever seen a cock? Touched one?” he seethes, your face scrunching in distaste, looking down at your lap in humiliation. He makes you look at him, “come on, answer.”

You shake your head, “no, I haven't.” He chuckles, what would your first reaction be? To seeing his cock, would it be shocked, excitement?

“You need me, right?”

“I do, I do! Armin!” he smiles, look at you- so willing to be taught by the one and only.

He knows you have no clue what to do, so he makes sure you're going to be completely prepared for him, “lie on your back,” he instructs, you follow direction, he steps in between your legs, taking off his shirt in the process, “open those legs, okay?”

You hold open your legs per his demand, he gets on his knees, elbows on the bed, “you're going to get nice as wet for me before I fuck you, does that sound good?” he wants to give you a step by step, but he's not that selfless, he just really wants to release a hot load in your cunt and send you on your way. He was conflicted.

Nodding, Armin is hooking his index and middle fingers around the waistband of your cheeky panties and pulling them down slowly, your pretty little pussy glistening in his face, stuffing the fabric in his back pocket for keeps.

You're embarrassed, covering your face in shame as he hums at the sight of your pussy, “don't be shy, let me see your face.”

Uncovering your face, he smiles, praising you for listening to him, “good, now watch me eat that pretty pussy of yours.” The vulgar language sliding off his tongue throws you into a loop, making you dizzy as he wastes no time to begin to devour you. Scissoring your folds with his two fingers, spreading you open and kitten-licking stripes up to your sensitive clit, flicking the muscle against your swollen folds and futtering cunt.

Leg quivering, fingers grilling his scalp, he slides his middle finger into your cunt, hooking upwards as he already knows right where all the sweet spots are, your moans music to his ears, “didn't know the shy girl could be so noisy,” he claims, occasionally slipping his finger out of your hole and rubbing in the slick that he catches seeping from your cunt.

Quite frankly, he didn't even care about letting you reach your orgasm. He just needed to play up the front, it’s not every day that there's a girl like you at a college... So he needed to savor the taste, and the feeling of a tight cunt like yours squeezing his finger.

You're crying, he loves it, he loves your crimson cheeks, the tears spilling from your waterline. Your back raising from the bed, he's there to hold it down, keeping you still, he mustn’t let a drop of your slick escape from his mouth.

“‘Bet you wish that you did this earlier,” a pop coming from his mouth as he sucks each finger clean of your slick, you're trying to catch your breath. Stunned, dizzy.

He leans down, wet fingers squeezing and rolling your perk nipple, kissing your lips, your juices tainting your tastebuds. The kiss only lasts a moment or two, before he's back to ridiculing you, “is that what you say when someone eats you out?” you groan, shutting your eyes.

“Thank you, A-Armin.”

His ears jump, his ego could not have been fulfilled enough, his body tingling and weak from your choice of words, he didn't necessarily mean to thank him- but Jesus, he was not complaining, “good, you're such a good girl, guess what I'm going to do next?” He sputters, frantically unbuttoning his jeans, his cock hurt so bad, it was throbbing, begging to be released from his tight jeans.

“Fuck me?” you whisper? Mortified to even say the words, he needed you to say it, he needed you to loosen up, for him.

“Yes- yes, good,” Armin’s so high off lust, he doesn't care about you, he doesn't care about how bad it's going to hurt, and he doesn't care about how you'll want to scream and cry, he just needs to see those crystal-like tears and your pussy leaking with his cum.

You're trembling, watching him pull down his pants and his cock spring out, he needs to make sure you appreciate how big he is. Grabbing you by the hair and making you look at his cock close up as you squirm uncomfortably, body folding as he holds you still, “what's this, tell me.” He sneers, his tip barely touching the tip of your nose.

“I-it’s, your cock, it's your cock, Armin.”

“Guess where it's going?” he was losing control, his act of the nice guy slipping from his fingers- but it was okay, you didn't know the difference, you were clueless.

“In me.” You whined, he releases his grip on your head, falling backward, he's grabbing you from under your thighs and yanking you towards the edge of the bed, gasping, “b-be gentle! Please, Armin!”

“You want me to be gentle? After you went around teasing me for so long?”

“Do you think that’s fair to me? I mean- you’ve teased so many guys- fucking cock tease.” He spits, you swallow, your throat dry.

“B-but,”

Lining his tip up with your entrance, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your tit, he slides in without warning, “big girls take cock and don't complain, think you can do that?”

Your head flies back, head spinning as he slides his cock into you, the pain of Armin tearing you in half, you try to listen to his harsh demands, “h-hurts, it hurts Armin.”

One ear and out the other, he focuses on his cock disappearing in your deep pussy, walls clenching, desperately trying to kick his thick cock out, your folds decorating the base of his cock, clenching around him so hard it was nearly impossible for him to pull back and fuck back into you, “shh, I'll loosen you up- fuck- this cunt is so tight, can't fit it all.”

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he’s finally able to get past the first thrust, the sweat already dripping from his chest as he struggles to move his cock, you're crying, begging him to be gentle, “it hurts, it hurts,” he mocks, “what did I say?”

While his cock thrusts back into you, stripping you of all humanity, forcing you to repeat what he told you before, “say it, or else I don't help you.”

“Big girls take cock- don’t complain, I'm a big girl Armin, ‘swear!” you plead, “‘need you to teach me, please.” He’s gripping your legs, nails breaking the skin, you're wailing as his cock knocks back and forth into you; your tongue lolling out, saliva spilling as all of your holes leak.

He occasionally wipes your tears with his thumb, then making you suck his thumb to taste the salty liquid of his sweat and your tears, he grunts, moans slipping past his lips, “that's why you're here, with me.” What a blatant lie, he wasn’t going to teach you anything.

Your pussy is so good, it makes him drunk, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Your ribbed walls sucking him so well, your pussy is so noisy, he tries so hard to focus, but he can't. He slams into you, his strong hips making your tits bounce and your hair become matted from underneath your head. Legs unable to stay upright as he fucks them numb, the pain since subsided from the first thrust, besides the pain of his tip drilling into the entrance of your cervix.

God- he's so close, so close so close, he can feel it, he knows you're close too, he's feeling generous, so he’s going to let you cum, going to let you bathe his thick cock with your cream, “do you think big girls get to cum? Y’think you deserve it?” he prods, breath fanning your face and tits, making your nipples grow hard again.

“Can I? Can I cum please?” you beg, looking at him with those red, glossy, and precious eyes of yours.

“Of course you can- for being so good, y’learn a lot? Princess?” he interrogates, being as it is, hard enough to sputter out words, you're trying to lick up the drool off your swollen lips.

You nod, screwing your eyes shut, sure, you had orgasms before, but not by a man, and definitely not by a man like Armin, “y-yes, G-God, s’big, love it!”

Relentlessly, he angles his body downwards, skin slapping rapidly as he chases his orgasm, his hair falling in front of his sweaty face, his once, cerulean eyes now a dark and lustful blue, staring daggers into you. His pubic hair beating your tender clit, sending you into orbit.

Crying out his name, body convulsing as he rips an orgasm out of your body, feeling his cock easily slide in and out of you; you had never felt so full, so stuffed.

His hips pounding against yours, you shook as he fucked you through your orgasm, “look at all this cum- fuck- so messy, princess.”

Too fucked out to speak, incoherent words filling the room as his hips rutted mercilessly, thrusts becoming rugged and messy, moaning, his nails digging deeper into your legs as he releases his load into you. Cock twitching as you tried pathetically to fill your lungs with much-needed oxygen, he fucked every ounce of air out of you.

A few minutes had passed, Armin on his back next to you as he tries to catch his breath as well, he had never fucked pussy so good, he couldn't even think straight.

Your pussy sopping, leaking cum as the blonde is slipping his, now, soft cock in his boxers, “need help?” he offers, watching you sit up, replying with a quiet ‘yes please’ he hums, smug look enveloping his face.

“Big girls are supposed to know how to put their pants on.”

*

Practically limping home, and without your underwear, you felt soaked, you looked a mess, but luckily had escaped any type of questioning from your peers.

Unlocking the door to your dorm room, you slip in and finally relax, dropping on your bed and letting your legs rest, ready to fall asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

But before you did that, figuring to remind him to bring you your panties tomorrow, you reached for your phone, unlocking it and heading to your messages, tapping on ‘Armin’, sending him a text.

‘Can I have my underwear back? Tomorrow.’

You hadn't noticed the message never delivered, just dropping your phone on the bed and falling asleep.

Thing was, the message was never delivered, and both Eren and Armin never talked to you again, never even as little as looking in your direction.

[professormembranexreader]

Membrane x Sleep Deprived! Male! Reader (fluff)

Outside POV:

Professor Membrane was the leading force of a scientific renaissance. He had found the barrier preventing humanity to travel beyond the horizon line. And he crushed it. Interstellar travel was now possible for humankind. Membrane was a person that would go down in the history books.

His dear friend, (Y/N), was a first responder—more specifically, an EMT. While it wasn't as important to the world as Membrane was, it was certainly more stressful. Everyday you could get called to respond to a sore throat or a burn victim. After witnessing his first death on job, it definitely took a toll on their psyche.

Watching a complete stranger is one thing. Having to try and stop the blood loss that was caused by some idiot getting impaled, however...

As a result, he often had sleepless nights. Whether it be from rushing to get someone to a hospital or the guilt that came with the failure was anybody's guess.

Membrane new this was bad for (Y/N), but what could he say to him? That enjoying your own life was more important than the loss of multiple? Of course not that sounds insensitive. But Membrane often spoke bluntly and could never find a better way to phrase it. So he kept quiet.

Until one day where (Y/N) called him near midnight. His speech was slightly slurred and Membrane could hear the tired drunkenness in their voice.

"Heyy Professor~" (Y/N) drawled. This was going to be a long night.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I knoww we doon't talk much anymorre, but, uhhh, could you? pick me up toniight?" Membrane sighed before asking for the address.

He hastily got into his car and drove over to get (Y/N). He was so irresponsible. How did he even manage to make it through the day if he can barely stay awake half the time?

It was a desolate drive towards the bar (Y/N) was at. Even his favorite music didn't help distract him from his thoughts. He didn't take (Y/N) for a drinker, but he was wrong about lots of things when it came to people. He dealt with space. Not people.

"-And thassss my ride!" (Y/N) howled to a group of drunks that were with him. A strong red flushed his cheeks. "Bye guyssss! Au revoir!!" They cheered him on as he stumbled into Membrane's car.

"WHA- SHOTGUN!!" He jumped into the seat next to the driver as he uselessly fumbled with the seatbelt. With a tired sigh, Membrane buckled him in. "Thaaank youu, babyyyy!!"

As much as that was cute, he couldn't laugh. (Y/N) was in a drunken stupor. But then again, a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. Membrane blushed at the thought. 'No no, that's ridiculous' he thought.

"You're going home." He spike in a stern tone, like a mother scolding her child. (Y/N) deeply frowned, crossed his arms, and puffed out his cheeks, like a little kid. He was probably imagining a ninja running on top of the buildings they passed like one too. He always was childish. Membrane liked that in him. He could somehow have such a bubbly personality despite the threat of death looming over his hands.

'How would he act if he wasn't tired?' Membrane wondered. Every time they had managed to see each other, (Y/N) had his hair pulled back (guys with long-shoulder length hair, y'all are so valid. Y'all get a ponytail/bun if you want lol) with dark circles under his eyes. And every time, he was chugging coffee. Black, apparently. As an EMT, he probably never got any true sleep.

"Heyyy, Professsorrr, we're hooome," a sleepy voice called out. Membrane realized that he drove all the way home without noticing. Muttering useless formalities, he stepped out of the car and carried his friend into the house.

"You knoow... you're face is soo cuute~" Membrane blushed.

"Come on, (Y/N), let's get you to bed." (Y/N) groaned. He didn't want to go to bed yet. He didn't want Membrane to leave before he fulfilled his promise.

~FLAAAAASHBAAACK~

At the bar, (Y/N) was speaking with his usual drinking buddies—the hopeless drunks that would listen to him and entertain his fantasies. Anything was possible to them. Fuck, some of them drunk absinthe.

"Guyss, I got a prroblemm." This peaked their attention. One of them, Stanley, asked what was eating him.

"Soo, I got a crushh on my neighborrr. Annnd I don' know how to tell 'im. " (Y/N) paused, "Like,,, I don't even think he likes be baack, but I GOTTA KNOWW!"

Tom, the most drunk (unsurprisingly), slurred a response. "Jussss' tell him!! What could go wRong???" A goofy smile was plastered on his face.

Richard, the least drunk and the one that was making sure they didn't do anymore things they'd regret, started listing off a bunch of things that can (and will) go wrong.

(Y/N) didn't pay attention. Tom had a pretty good point.

"II GOT THISSS!! IMA TELL 'IM" (Y/N) got out his phone and called Membrane.  Everyone at the table went quiet.

After a few dial tones, he responded.

"Heyy Professor~" (Y/N) slurred. Richard's eyes widened while Stanley and Tom were making dick jokes. Of course.

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

"I knoww we doon't talk much anymorre, but, uhhh, could you? pick me up toniight?" He begrudgingly asked for the address and said he would be there soon.

Cheers erupted from the small group. It was a simple task, but it was done nonetheless.

~FLAAAAASHBAAACK~

"Professorrrr!" He called out. Membrane turned towards him as he turned to key to (Y/N)'s apartment.

"What?" He sounded tired. (Y/N)'s smile faltered at his crush's tone.

"Could you... could you stay over?" It was spoken with such clarity that Membrane actually gasped. (Y/N) peered up at him. 'Dammit He was using the puppy-dog-eyes.'

"I-I guess." (Y/N) smiled up at Membrane; it was a purity you wouldn't expect from him. The flustered scientist looked away, but a light pink peaked out from under his collar.

He guided the drunken man to his bed. (Y/N) made grabbing motions towards him. He wanted Membrane to stay with him.

Membrane ignored it and went into the kitchen. A distant whine was heard as he set out some Advil for the next day. He walked back into the room and the tired man beamed.

"Come!" Membrane chuckled, and sat next to (Y/N) on the bed.

"Hey, guess what."

"Hm?"

"I like you." Membrane's face flushed a bright crimson. (Y/N) likes him? No, no, no, he's drunk. He doesn't know what he's saying.

Then Membrane was kissed on the lips. It was short, but filled with passion. (Y/N)'s lips tasted like brandy.

"Good night professorrr~" he sleepily said. He felt arms wrap around him as he slowly lost consciousness.

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(Y/N) woke up with a massive hangover. He groaned in pain as he clutched his head. He looked around and was surprised to find he was in his own bed. And even more surprised to see his crush clinging onto his torso. Membrane stirred in his sleep, cuddling closer. (Y/N) smiled.

Membrane suddenly whispered into his skin, "You said some interesting things last night."

He tried to recall what happened, but everything was hazy. "What happened?"

Membrane sat up and pulled (Y/N) into a tender kiss.

He pulled away from a shocked (Y/N). "I love you too."

[softyn]

Ephemeral (pt.2)

Requested by @jenotation :wow i really need a part two for Ephemeral, if that’s possible!! it’s so good bcjxjchxjchcxjcj

Requested by anon: i loved ephemeral!! i was wondering if you were gonna write a part 2? thank you and have a great day!!

Words: +1.5.K

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: none.

A/n: Hello guyss, thanks for reading! I based all Haechan’s povs on “Run Back 2 U”  by NCT127 i thought that it fitted reaaaaaally well so I hope you like it!

-Mai.

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Haechan looked at the framed photo of the two of you, he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it.

He would love to call you, to have a “Late night phone call date” like you used to say but he couldn’t, not since the day he said all that things to you.

He was fooled by the time, he got so used to you so he thought that he didn’t love you anymore but the truth was that he love you more than anything.

He always loves you.

The were nights where he spent it wide awake, asking himself why he did what he did. Maybe it was the routine, he always got bored with it and he thought that, maybe, he lost all the interest and he needed new things so he pretended not to see all the scars he was drawing on you.

He pretended not to see you cry everytime he treated you like shit.

But behind all of that, there was a boy who loved you because...

He always loves you.

...Even if he thought he did not do it anymore.

He picked up his phone and dialed your number, hoping that you answer it this time.

He knew that all what he was doing was selfish, after what he did, he should let you go just like the rest of the members say but he hasn’t heard about you since that day, a month and a half ago, he just wanted to apologize.

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You looked at the phone debating yourself if you should pick up or not.

By one hand you wanted to answer it and ask him why he keeps trying to talk with you.

But in the other hand you didn’t want to pick up, you knew that you’ll end up crying and it would break everything you and Renjun worked for.

After that day, Renjun has spent every single day he could with you, trying to improve your mood. He always brought you stuffed animals, flowers or food that he bought to see you smile again, it was his little details what made you happy again, thanks to him you were going to be able to turn the page.

It was time to turn the page.

You looked at your phone again which didn’t ring anymore and you sighed, you would have to talk to him, sooner or later, but you had to do it.

Suddenly, you heard the door being knocked.

You get up from the sofa and you opened the door, surprising yourself.

“Renjun! I thought that you couldn't come today?” You yelled with a bright smile.

“We finished practice earlier today so I thought that it could be nice to have dinner together.” He said, showing up some bags with food.

You smiled again and let him in.

“You shouldn’t have come, you must be really tired and you should rest more.” You said.

“I rather spend my time with you than alone.” He said and you slightly blushed.

“Thank you Renjun, for everything you’ve done.” You said.

“You don’t need to thank me y/n.” He smiled too, looking at you.

Renjun examined your face, he was dying to kiss you but he couldn’t, not since you were his best friend’s ex.

He would be lying if he said that he doesn’t love you.

In fact, he has done it since the first day he met you, at Sm building, you two talked about your music taste and hobbies. Renjun had never felt so comfortable with someone he just met, that day, he felt like he was the happiest person in the world.

The second time you met, made him fall in love with you even more, he loved your personality as much as he loves to spend his free time with you, you treated him like a lifelong friend and he wanted to keep talking with you forever.

Even the third time you met was great but then, the fourth time, you didn’t came alone, Haechan was with you and he introduced you as his girlfriend.

He could have never guessed that you were that girl who Haechan always talked about. He was sad, of course, but at the same time he was happy because you were happy.

He was okay with just being your friend, or at least, he convinced himself of it.

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Once Renjun arrived to the dorms, he sighed, he was really tired but he didn't regret meeting you of course.

“Hey Renjun.” He was greeted by Haechan, who was waiting him at Renjun's room.

“Hey Haechan, what are you doing here?” Renjun asked.

“Where have you been?” He asked, ignoring his question.

Renjun looked at him in silent

“There's no way he knows.” Renjun thought.

He has been always really cautious when it comes to you, only a few member knew that he was still seeing you.

“Renjun I know that you have been seeing her.” Haechan sighed. “Look, I'm not mad at you, I.. I just want to know how is she, okay? I always tried to call her, I want to apologize but she never picks up... I really regret what I said and I want her to know it.” He explained.

Renjun stayed in silent for a few seconds, thinking in the right words.

“She's better now but you need to give her some space... she needs her time, you really hurt her Haechan, a lot.” He said.

Haechan nodded, looking at his feet like they were the most interesting thing in this world.

Haechan started to walk, ready to leave the room but he stopped at the door's frame and looked at Renjun.

“I know that I'm not the most indicated person to say it but... Treat her well Renjun, don't fuck things up like I did, she... she is great.” Haechan said.

“Sin.. since when did you know?” Renjun aksed.

“That you've been seeing her? A few days, but if you are asking about you liking her... I've known for months... I already knew when we broke up and it was one of the reasons why I said all that things... I was jealous, you two always spent time together and she always talked about you and I didn't think properly.” He explained.

Renjun didn’t say anything and just watched how Haechan left the room.

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“I can’t believe that you haven’t visited the TeamLab World before.” Renjun said.

“Is it that good?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled.

You smiled back while blushing a little.

It’s been four months since Haechan and you broke up and Renjun has been with you since then.

You weren’t mad at Haechan, not anymore. In fact, he called you not long ago and you picked up. He explained everything, the stress, the insecurities he had, the jealousy... and you forgave him.

And all of this were thanks to Renjun, he was the one who helped you not to sink. 

He made you feel happy again and eventually, you ended up falling in love with him.

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“So where are we going first?” You asked.

“To the crystal room, you will love it.” he answered.

Once you arrived to the room, your eyes widened in awe, the room was beautiful.

The whole room was surrounded by crystals that hung from the ceiling, with beautiful purple, blue, pink and white lights. The atmosphere was calm, with a small background melody that improved the mood.

“Woah this is.... amazing.” You said with your eyes and mouth still  open.

“Its beautiful, right?” He said and you nodded, walking with him around the room.

Renjun smiled and looked at you, you were so beautiful with all these lights and the brightness in your eyes, while looking at the crystals.

“You know... I've always wanted to confess to the girl I like here.-+” He said.

You stopped your steps and looked at him, surprised.

You didn’t say a word, so he continued talking.

“I know that you won’t probably feel the same but I’m madly in love with you.. Since the first time we met. I’ve never believed in love at first sight but since that day, I really believe in it, but you were with Haechan, so I convinced myself that it was only a silly crush.” He sighed, not wanting to look at you.

“Then, when Haechan told you all that things I get to mad at him that I thought that I would kill him but when I saw your face... I’ve never feel  that bad for something I didn’t do.” He said with a little smile.

He made eye contact with you, and he took your hands.

-So y/n, please, accept my confession and be my girlfriend?- He asked and you smiled.

“I’m not gonna say that I love you since the first time we met, because I really liked Haechan at that time, but, all this months I’ve spent with you Renjun has been amazing. You’ve taught me how much you care about me and how great you are, and it has been really difficult to me not to fall for your charms.” You giggled. “Of course I want to be your girlfriend Renjun.” You said.

He smiled brightly and he hugged you.

You hugged him back and smiled too, you felt safe in his arms, as if nothing was going to hurt while you were surrounded by his arms.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you too.” You smiled.

// Masterlist //