#wayv blurbs

[astroyongie]

WAYV: Their Reaction To You Pulling Away As A Joke When They Try To Kiss You

Note: Posting a few writing that I had kept <3

Kun

He knows you are playing him when you don't return his kiss, so Kun just smiles and he jokingly threatens not to kiss you for the rest of the day, seeing how long you’ll last before you cave and kiss him first. if you don't give in, this man will edge you in bed for hours until you are a twitching mess and finally give in to his demands.

Ten

He doesnt like when you do that, Ten gets frustrated too easily. So his technique is to give you the saddest, most exaggerated puppy dog eyes ever while pouting dramatically until you can’t resist giving in. if you don't give in he would get upset eventually. Ten pretends (but he kinda is) to be deeply offended by you dodging his kisses. 

Winwin

Winwin is smirking and he jokingly accuses you of betraying him, acting overly dramatic like you’ve broken his heart, just to make you laugh. Probably calls you a brat and when you are laughing and not paying attention to him anymore, he is grabbing you by the neck and kissing you 

Xiaojun

Xiaojun is hurt on his ego and he would pretend he doesn’t want to kiss you either, using reverse psychology to make you chase after him for a kiss instead. and if you don't he would sulk all day and ignore you until you apologize for your behavior

Hendery

poor boy truly doesnt understand the prank on dodging his kiss and he is so confused, looking around like, “Did I do something wrong?” and you would actually pity him when you notice how bad he is taking the whole joke

Yangyang

Yangyang is crossing his arms and huffing, but you can see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. when you tease him about it like usual, he starts telling you how he used to kiss other girls and he wont stop yapping until you shut him off with a kiss

[cheolcam]

୨୧. como uma princesa como você foi parar nas mãos sujas de sicheng?

꒰♡꒱ avisos: sicheng × you | sugestivo, a leitora é virgem, menção à anal e fingering, o sicheng é chamado de 'papai' uma vez, e a leitora é chamada de 'putinha' uma vez, um talvez corruption kink aí no meio, repost do blog antigo.

depois de quase dez anos tendo uma senhora chata como vizinha, chittaphon pisou na vizinhança e foi o melhor vizinho que você já teve. seus pais não gostavam quando você andava com ele, alegando que o tailandês era uma má influência a se seguir, e ele realmente era, mas se não fosse por ele você não teria tantas memórias divertidas e não teria conhecido sicheng.

“… você não pode!”

“ah é? sua bucetinha tem que continuar virgem?" ele pergunta sem enrolações, e você se aconchega mais contra ele, envergonhada. "mamãe disse que eu tenho que me guardar pro meu marido..."

"ela sabe que está aqui?" recebendo uma negativa como resposta. "então você vai passar a noite comigo?”

"win..." você se remexe na cama, impaciente. "por favor... faz alguma coisa, qualquer coisa..." os olhos do chinês abrem em um estalo, no mesmo momento ele para de deixar algumas marcas escondidas em você.

"se for impaciente desse jeito não vai conseguir nada, sabe como eu odeio quando faz isso!" você ignora o aviso. "papai, eu só quero os seus dedos dentro de mim..."

"eu não vou tocar na sua buceta virgem, foi isso que me pediu não é?" ele pega o pote de lubrificante na comoda. "então, quando eu meter no seu rabo é melhor ficar com a boca calada, por que eu já estou sendo bonzinho, e não quero ouvir seus choramingos de puta, só vai falar se eu deixar, entendeu?"

[markiemelon]

make a wish

♡ genre. fluff ! no warnings ♡ pairings. xiaojun x gn!reader ♡

friends to lovers

{9:13pm} ☆彡

your first date with your crush!xiaojun. you had been counting down the days since he asked you out last week. he said he wanted to take you somewhere after your study session.

he took you to a cafe and then the two of you walked around the area and ended up in a nearby park.

you were telling xiaojun about something and got distracted by a small flicker in the sky.

“is that a shooting star?” you interrupted yourself.

the boy’s eyes lit up.

“quick!” he shook your shoulder. “make a wish!”

you shut your eyes tightly and rested your chin onto your intertwined hands.

there was only one thing you could think to wish for. all you really wanted was the boy next to you. for him to be yours. but you thought maybe that was too much to ask. “just a kiss.” you spoke silently to the sky. “i just want to kiss him.”

“what did you wish for?”

your cheeks tinted pink. “i cant tell you!”

unsatisfied with your response, he nagged. “cmon pleaseeee”

“i cant tell you…but i guess i could show you.”

you put both of your hands on his cheeks and pulled his lips to yours.

“hm that’s funny.” xiaojun giggled out of the kiss.

“what is?” concern grew on your face.

“we had the same wish.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[6:16 pm]

(cw: toxic yang, asshole yang, angst)

“So what? I don’t feel the same way and you just cut me off?” Yangyang yelled.

You rolled your eyes and continued through the apartment. You were here on a mission, you were at Yangyang’s apartment to pick up your things and get out. Nothing else.

It hurt you to be here, to be in his presence. The pain of losing your best friend was fresh, but this was good for you. A clean break, you deserved more than this. You kept your head up and continued on silently.

“You can’t ignore me! We’ve been friends for over a decade! Just because I don’t feel the same way you’re going to cut me out of your life, that’s not fair,” Yangyang followed behind you down the hall to the room that was considered yours, not anymore.

You pulled your clothes off the hangers in the closet, checked the drawers for T-shirts and pajamas, anything that was yours you packed away into the box your brought with you so would never have to come back to this place or face Yangyang ever again.

“God you’re being crazy right now, you understand people don’t have to reciprocate your feelings right?” Yangyang asked.

You stopped on your way to the front door and turned to face Yangyang. You had no more tears left to cry over him all that was left was your anger and annoyance. So exhausted after years of letting him walk all over you and do as he pleased, while you just took it.

“Do you understand how much you fucked with me? Let’s just ignore for a second that I told you I was in love with you, asked you for space when you said you didn’t feel the same, and that very same night you went out to a club and took someone home. No, I’m talking about you leading me on now and how you were a shitty best friend. You always had your hands on me, in my hair, on my thigh, on my back. Every time I talked to someone else you’d get jealous and wrap your arms around me like we were together. You slept in my bed, you asked me to stay every other night, how am I being blamed for you leading me on? How is it my fault that my so called best friend acted like more and I read those very obvious signals as something else? You made those moves, I never once acted in the same way you did even though I so badly wanted to.

I was at every show, I put aside my goals to be there for you. I missed so many family events and opportunities to be there because you wanted me to be there. But you never once made an effort for me. You missed birthdays, you missed my graduation, and I can’t even remember a single time you answered one of my calls when I was stressed or needed help like I’d do for you. So no, I’m not ending this decade long friendship because you don’t feel the same way, I’m ending it because I’ve realized how one sided it is. I’m not going to follow you around like a lost puppy and be at your beck and call when you have never and will never do the same for me. You didn't make loving you easy, but I still somehow managed. I deserve more from a friend and someone who deserves my love.” You ranted, it felt so good to get it off your chest.

“That’s not true,” Yangyang shook his head.

“I wouldn’t make something like this up, but lucky for you, you’ll be getting space to process this unlike the nonexistent space I had. I asked for space, some time to process my hurt and embarrassment from confessing my love and I didn’t even get that for a day. You called me that night drunk and bragged about the person you were bringing home, you called me like nothing had happened every night for 2 weeks. You once again disregarded my feelings in favor of your own, somehow the pain I was feeling, the pain I showed you didn't matter as much as you telling me about your latest conquest or that you wanted me to get a pizza and drop it off at your house. That’s not fair,” you added, your voice breaking. You weren’t going to cry over this, you were done shedding tears over Yangyang.

“So we’re done, you’re leaving me?”

“This isn’t about you! For the first time in a long time I’m putting my feelings before your own. I just don’t care anymore. Feel what you need to feel, fuck whoever you want, do whatever you want and leave me out of it. I don’t want to be a part of it.” You ended, turning away from Yangyang and rushing to the door to get away from him.

You shut the door behind you, a small sliver of hope that Yangyang would follow after you and make an honest effort to repair your friendship. But you knew better. He let you leave his house sobbing after bearing your soul to him and let you walk home alone. He hadn’t changed in the time you spent away from each other and you don’t want to find the time to wonder when or even if he would change.

You were practically floating on your way back home, you got so much weight off your chest, feelings that made you angry and anxious- negative emotions you didn’t want to feel. Years of repressed emotions finally leaving your head. You felt good, happy that everything was going to be just fine.

[markicantwait]

Honestly, what's wrong with SM???? WayV's songs are really good! Most of the members speak English. Kun made a song with English lyrics, miracle IS the song from Universe, Love Talk is the most streamlined song by NCT (and locals love the song, is a bop, both of the agency could like really have a chance to make WayV bigger, both in Korea and outside)

Ten DESERVES his solo in an official way, his songs are sooooo good.

SM should give the boys an English album, this is the real public for WAYV and I'm tired of SM being an useless and incompetent little bitch who can do nothing right.

[babiesdreams]

Can you do a reaction *them reacting to their idol gf being called goddess or top visual in a variety show(together in a variety show) and male and female idols are whipped for her

It's been a long time since I did a reaction so here we go:

Taeyong 🌹 : He'd definetely smile. Maybe try to hide it. He'd be proud of being the boyfriend of such a beatiful girl. He wouldn't brag about it though, since he'd be cautious of creating a scandal. "What do you think Taeyong?" "Oh she's a good visual"

Taeil 🌕 : He'd be pissed. It would probably be one of those moments when they get asked why they are so serious and they make up the silliest answer. "Oh sorry I wasn't really listening" *insert an edit of the crows and the . . .*

Johnny 🐱 : This boy will brag. "Have you heard about Y/N? Oh yeah we're dating" Does not care for scandals, although in the show he'd just keep a straight face to not embarrass you.

Yuta 🐙 : Would stay silent and once you're both alone will congratulate you. He's really happy that everyone sees how beautiful you are. "You will always be the most beautiful woman in the world. No matter what"

Kun 🐻 : This time YOU will brag. You'd be all day talking about how everyone thinks you're so beautiful that'd make him roll his eyes at you. "You heard right? I'm a true visual" "Yeah I heard"

Doyoung 🐰 : He'd laugh and when asked about it hed probably say. "It was just unexpected to me" to hide his feelings for you.

Ten 🐱 : "What do you think Ten?" He'd laugh and say "She's pretty but not my type" Simply to tease you and enjoy your reaction afterwards.

Jaehyun 🍑 : He'd get serious about it and remain silent during the interview. Afterwards he'd remind you that he's your boyfriend. "You are mine" He'd whisper before kissing you.

Winwin 🐥 : He'd start chuckling softly. He'd only brag around you. "I'm with the prettiest idol of the ton" Lots of kisses.

Jungwoo 🐶 : He's mad because he's really protective of you and wants you to remain safe. Being liked by many means sasaengs and trouble in his mind. "I'll keep you safe"

Mark 🐆 : Caught staring at you while they were announcing it. "Do you have something to say Mark?" He'd look like he's been caught during a crime. "Oh no I was just thinking" There would be edits, rumours and questions about your relationship with him.

Xiaojun 🦕 : Pretends he hasn't heard properly. "Do you think she's pretty too Xiaojun?" He'd look shocked at the interviewer. "Soryy What was the question?" It would cause laughs and avoid further questioning.

Hendery 🐴 : Would laugh when ask about it. "Well I can relate to her because I'm obviously the visual of my group" The comment would make lift up the tension in the show.

Renjun 🦊 : WILL pull up the I'm foreigner card. "I don't understand what you are saying" He's lowkey proud of you but will never admit it.

Jeno 🐶 : Side-eyeing you for the whole thing. Will drown you in kisses once you get home. "You are the prettiest girl. Everyone knows it now"

Haechan 🐻 : Would make a whole joke about it. "What?" thought I was the prettiest idol. This cannot be true. Who voted for this?" It'd make everyone laugh including you.

Jaemin 🐰 : Would be very chill about it. He already expected everyone to see exactly when he saw on you the first time he laid eyes on you. "I think she deserves it"

YangYang 🐑 : Would be surprised by a question of the interviewers. "You two make a good couple. Two true visuals" He'd chuckle nervously. "Yeah..." He'd try to remain calm to not make it obvious.

Chenle 🐬 : He'd try not to react to not get asked about it. Would congratulate you backstage and he'd get you flowers the next day. "The prettiest idol deserves the prettiest flowers"

Jisung 🐹 : "Which one of the top visuals would you date Jisung?" The question would throw him off but he'd quickly answer "With the beautiful NCTzens of course" He'd wink at you smoothly.

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[lilacjaemin]

“babe? you still awake?” yangyang mumbled softly against your temple.

“mhm?”

“i have something kind of important to ask you.” his thumb traced circles on your hip.

“are you okay? what’s wrong?” you peered up at him with a pout, watching his expression.

“ive been thinking about this for a while and ive just been too nervous to ask you, but i think im ready now.” he blew out a breath.

“yangie, just tell me.” you cupped his cheek, suddenly getting worried.

“do you wanna…start a co-op farm together in stardew valley?”

[winwintea]

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

PAIRING ▸ wayv x fem!reader 

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

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

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

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

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

PROLOGUE

▸CHOOSE YOUR SUITOR

▸ QIAN KUN

01. lover’s quarrel 

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ TEN

01. walking is for losers

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ DONG SI CHENG

01. never beating the ‘fainting princess’ allegations

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ WONG KUN HANG

01. please stop lore dumping

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ XIAO DE JUN

01. 2 idiots 1 braincell

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

▸ LIU YANG YANG

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

02. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

03. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

04. [CHAPTER NOT FOUND?]

[haechwrites]

two winners - L.DH

idol!lee donghyuck x gn!reader (first person)

synopsis: haechan has ideas when the boys are gone

wc: ~1.1k

warnings: suggestive ish, not really. idk how to write smut

A/N: this is just a blurb tbh but i wanted to thank you guys for the attention on my first work hehe <3 also this is written in first person!! as most of my works will be in the future, so i hope that's okayyy

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

“okay, we’ll see you guys in a few hours. you sure you don’t want us to bring any food back?”

fully engrossed in the ending of the movie, i let haechan reply and he tells mark that we’re okay. while i was trying to piece together the last few clues before the movie reveals who the killer is, haechan is anxiously bouncing his leg as the rest of the boys leave. i put my hand on his knee and rub soothingly, thinking the movie is just exciting him. after he hears the sound of the lock, he launches himself off the couch and my hand is long forgotten.

“jesus christ, you scared me! sit back down, we’re about to find out who the killer is,” i groaned, tugging at his wrist and trying to look past his body at the screen.

“no time!” he announces. “come with me to my room.”

tearing my eyes away from the TV, i stare at him in shock as he races to his door, not bothering to check if i were following. part of me wanted to whine again until i put the pieces together myself. the boys are out? he wants me to come to his room? my heart started to race at the thought of what we were going to do, and i giggled to myself. quickly wiping the popcorn salt off my hands, i scrambled to grab the remote to turn off the TV. with a hop in my step, i scurried to his room.

and there he was standing… with a board game in his hands. he’s grinning from ear to ear and shaking the newly sealed box in my face. i look at him dumbfounded, about to protest and trudge back to the living room.

“i found a new game at the store the other day and i’ve been waiting to play it with you.” he plopped down on his rug and savagely tore open the packaging. standing there with a pout, i watched the excitement pour out of him as he sets up the game next to my socked feet. haechan whacks my calf to get me to sit down and i oblige with a huff. so this is what he wanted to do.

“and you wanted to play this while the boys were gone?”

he looked up and i gave him my best half smile, trying not to ruin his fun, even though i was hoping to have some fun myself tonight…

he sneered as he set up the board, “the hyungs like to steal my game pieces so that they don’t have to play with me.”

i couldn’t help the chuckle that left my lips and i gave in, picking up the instruction manual.

“oh my poor hyuck,” i coo, cupping his cheek.

he quickly pecked my palm and shrugged it away, “okay, game time.”

i roll my eyes and prepare myself for the natural competitiveness i was about to witness. he animatedly rubbed his hands together and briefly explained the game. without any time to waste, we started the first round.

i tried to be as invested as possible for his sake, even though the pit of my stomach had been dying for something more… exciting. and a little more active. i glanced at his lips as his tongue peeked out to wet them while he focused intensely on his next move. fumbling with my game piece, i cleared my throat and tried to snap myself out of it.

haechan looked up at me to check if i was alright, or to see if i was having as much fun as him, and i gave him my best smile. he saw right through it but he shook it off. i watched his hair bounce and noticed that one side was flat from laying on the couch earlier. i held myself back from wanting to run my hands through it. can i not play a game with my boyfriend without wanting to jump his bones?

after about half an hour, all hopes of doing something more had left my brain and i was as fully engrossed in the game as he was. i took off my sweater since it got warm in his room with my matched game spirit and tossed it on his bed. it was his anyways. doing a quick arm stretch above my head, haechan looked up from the board to see the bottom of my tank top lift.

“uh your move,” he blurted, suddenly completely flustered and fully aware of how good his significant other looked sitting in front of him.

“oh shoot, my bad,” i chewed on my lip as i thought about my next move, twiddling the piece between my fingers.

haechan shifted in his spot, watching my mouth a little too closely, but i was too focused on my game strategy to notice.

my eyes lit up when i figured out my next move, and i leaned over the board to place my next piece. my hand fell in front of his crotch to place it down and i smiled at what i thought was a really smart decision on my part. i looked up at his face, hoping to see haechan defeatedly staring at the board but he was already looking at me, only an inch away. the usual warm, honey brown in his eyes was a deep, darker shade. i almost flinched.

the look etched on his face was completely different than earlier too. there was no way his mind was on the game anymore. at this point, i realized how close i was to his face and how my body was hovering the board.

“haechan?” i whispered, trying to break his trance.

“mm?” he responded, only breaking eye contact to quickly glance down at my mouth.

“do you still wanna play?” i hold back a laugh, already knowing his answer.

he shook his head slowly but in an assured away. i smiled wide at his response and flicked the game pieces off the board before crossing to straddle his lap. i wasted no time in hooking my arms around his neck and he instinctively wrapped his around my waist. i hummed in satisfaction, finally getting my hands in his hair. the familiar buzz in my body returned.

“you know, when you asked me to come to your room when the guys left, this is what i thought we were gonna do,” i teased.

he tossed his head back and laughed, “this was probably a better idea.” he pulled me closer and swiftly pushed the board game to the side.

i lean in and ghost my lips over his. “i think so too,” i whisper before giving him a long awaited kiss.

“i was gonna win anyways," we both say at the same time.

[yang2sfishkeeper]

we need a part two to the fratboy reaction thing you wrote i cried laughing ajfjahahjaka

(tosses this post like i throw bread at stray birds) there's your meal for the year

NCT 2022 as your final school presentation partner

side note: since i am the principal at this uni/college/higher education establishment I have decided that this will be for an english presentation. also i do realise that this does not count as a part two but dont worry i might do one in about seven years time!

Johnny: You stare holes into his laptop from across the lecture hall once your partner is announced. He thinks you’re just curious about what he’s watching, and turns the screen to reveal a custom car parts video. Despite your initial apprehension-and failing to convince your professor to change partners, he is a fairly decent partner (he made the google doc) and contributes his fair share (he offered to do most of the talking). Shows up 20 minutes late to the actual class absolutely hammered but takes it like a champ. 6/10, thanks for making the google doc, mate.

Taeil: Everything is fine until he tells you that he can't work in the campus library- he HAS to be in his dorm room. You nod along, already mentally reminding yourself to bring pepper spray in case you enter his room and there are star wars posters. Definitely INSISTS on playing music, and sings to it like his life depends on it. Like no babe, your life depends on these slides you're neglecting. Turns the script into a song to memorise it faster, and you can't believe it actually helped the both of you. No star wars posters, so the pepper spray was left untouched, 8/10, ♫ Good moooooorning everyoooooone today we will be discusssssing Littleee woomeeeeeen♫

Taeyong: For a party guy, he’s super nice and willing to do the work- it’s just that he has a horde of friends that tail him everywhere. It’s not exactly productive to be in the library (quiet) with ten dudes chatting up a storm (not quite) two tables away. Offers to buy you coffee because he feels bad, so at least your wallet is happier than your ears. During the presentation, his bros are attentively taking notes and roar into applause when you conclude the presentation. 6/10 The chorus of “MY BRO IS SO SMART” is oddly sweet, and you are thankful one of them added on “AND YOU TOO LADY” Because yeah, you too lady!

Yuta: Offers you a 100 dollar note to finish it by yourself, and when you decline he’s like ‘oh ok i’ll do it then’. You thought about changing your career goals to becoming a cultural negotiator, because that was easy. Does the absolute bare minimum, and flirts with you the entire time- shoes up on the library table and all. But it’s not all that bad, because he teaches you how to accessorize and shows you his cool tattoo. During the presentation you looked scared and plain next to him, mostly because he was decked out in full leather and facial jewelry. 4/10, could’ve told you there was a dress code. 

Kun: Lets you work at his nice apartment right outside of campus. How can he afford it? You don’t want to ask! Makes a plan on how to equally divide the workload, always texts you updates on his slides, offers advice if you need it and is generally a fantastic partner. Once the presentation is over, he resumes his role in your life as the nice guy you look at from two rows below you. 10/10 next project you’ll try to be his friend. Next project…

Doyoung: ACADEMIC WEAPON. Mate, you don’t even see this guy. He just randomly emails you a utterly phenomenal proposal for the project, you reply “this is great! When are you free to work on it?” He just attached the finished thing. It’s bulletproof, with great analyzes, and even has potential questions + answers for you to review. You meet for the first time AT the presentation, and when you ask him why he just did everything, he stone-faced replies: “I’m very passionate about metaphors.” 8/10 You were also very passionate about them, but clearly not as much as he was.

Ten: On his phone when your group was assigned; so you decide to approach him. Which was your first mistake, because once you enter a ten meter radius of him you begin sweating- and you’re only mildly offended asks who you are. You two work in his friend’s tattoo studio (why does his friend have a tattoo studio), and he will doodle up designs for you unprompted. You are 1) impressed at how good he is at drawing 2) forgetting that THERE IS A PROJECT FOCUS BITCH. 4/10 you failed, but got a sick tattoo that’s better than Yuta’s.

Jaehyun: In shows, the jock is usually an idiot until the last moment, where he magically develops super smart sense and aces the project. Not Jaehyun though, he’s a fucking moron. At some point, you just have to tell to shut up; he’s a good partner until he opens his mouth. Hey, at least his face is nice to look at, and you know who to call if you need someone’s head knocked in. 6/10 What do you mean you don’t know what a proposition is? You’re taking an ENGLISH DEGREE!

Winwin: Will be twenty minutes late. Will also bring his roommate’s dog over, which you don’t know if you’re thankful for or not. You two will interact with the social aptitude of two underdeveloped microorganisms; and he will combust if you look at him for more than a second. Not in the flustered, more in the apathetic introverted way. 4/10, you had never been so silent in your entire schooling years.

Jungwoo: Lovely boy, thank the stars you got partnered with him and not Jaehyun. The only disconcerting thing about him is that he has to type lying on his belly with his feet kicking in the air. But fuck it! You join him, and suddenly you two are middle school girls gossiping about academic essays. You both spend more time decorating the slides than finding information. 10/10 You do think that he is your long lost other half.

Mark: Despite this being a completely professional situation; with no romance and barely even any possibility for friendship, he still manages to have zero rizz. Zero Academic Rizz, as one might call it. But when he’s not embarrassing himself by stuttering eight times in five words, he gives you decent feedback and is surprisingly emotionally intelligent for being a man. Brought you a half-melted chocolate bar before the presentation because the day before you complained about cramps. 9/10 You go, Mark! Even if you mispronounced ‘theoretically’ in front of the theory teacher! 

Xiaojun: Right there alongside Taeil with the massive inclination to sing his heart out. I do imagine that he is also studying musical theatre, so god bless your heart. Do you know how distracting it is to hear phantom of the opera while you study catcher in the rye? To be fair, he also lets you occasionally listen to Nicki Minaj, which he turns into melodic opera. 2/10, he ended the presentation with ♫anyyyyyyyyy quueeeeeeeeestions♫ and you wanted to die.

Hendery: Goofy (derogatory) Silly (insultingly) Despite not knowing him before this presentation, you forcibly grew so close with him in the span of a week that you began smacking him with your laptop every time he went on a tangent. Even if you had screaming matches outside the library (you got kicked out), you two still managed to make an outstanding social commentary within the amazing world of gumball. 10/10, he got yelled at for dancing while the professor asked her question. 

Renjun: He regards you the same way you regard your friend’s 13 year old, freshly intellectually sentient sibling. Is definitely more interested in texting his friends than talking to you, but you like it that way (you think to yourself spitefully). You purposely don't decorate his slides, but his script is so good that the professor doesn't even notice it. 1/10, the one point is for when he told you that you formatted your script wrong. 

Jeno: Asks if you can come to the gym and work with him there. At first you say no, but it seems like his schedule is severely booked, and you finally relent. It sort of looks like you are his secretary, with your laptop in your hands, typing the words his grunts out between sets. All things considered, he knows alot about the topic without having to reference anything. The project is finished within three sessions, and you are forced to do some exercise 3/3 times. 8/10, the smell of sweat is horrendous, but he makes a pretty good personal trainer. One more! One more! You got this!!

Haechan: You both didn’t get anything done. Not for the lack of effort, but for the sheer amount of banter. And fighting. Lots of fighting- but your favourite colours are opposites, how were you meant to find the best slide background? The project’s pushed to the night before, and the two of you spend 5 hours straight at a McDonalds, drinking copious amounts of coke zero and ignoring the minimum wage workers trying to tell you that you shouldn’t order any more fries. 2/10, he threw said fries at you and the salt lodged itself in your keyboard.

Jaemin: Neither of you want to do the work, so he finds an existing presentation on the topic and you just… steal it. When the professor confronts you both about the obvious plagiarism, Jamein induces WW2 mental warfare to psychologically manipulate the professor into thinking she’s crazy, and that she was being unprofessional by assuming her students couldn’t produce a high quality of work. 10/10 After the presentation, Jaemin whispered to you: “Victory by any means necessary.”

Yangyang: Imagine this, 3AM, two students sitting at the library with drained faces, staring at a blank laptop screen. That’s what working with yangyang is like. Since both of you were procrastination-fueled learners, there was nothing to do but wait until the dreadful deadline approached and suddenly, you both would turn into geniuses. You moved for the first time in an hour when he offered to drive to burger king. 5/10 BURGER KING! The idea of a whopper ignites your ability to start the slides. 

Shotaro: Like Jungwoo, is a pleasure to work with, even if he is a little unremarkable. That being said, both of you had no idea how to answer one of the questions, and the two of you just exchanged concerned glances until the professor answered it for you. 5/10, both of you went to starbucks after to freak out and celebrate simultaneously.

Sungchan (I REALISED I SPELT HIM NAME WRON GIN THE OTHER POST OMG IM SO SORRY GIRL): This dude probably refuses to do work until you threaten him with either physical or mental torture (your choice, artistic interpretation) and he makes an extra effort to press each key as loudly as he can with a typing speed of half a word per minute. 2/10 During the actual presentation you two can’t stop from fighting to the point that the professor has to split you two apart. 

Chenle: You kill him. 0/10. Smack him over the head, and he still maintains the bratty disposition. He is the test sent by God, and one you cannot pass. 

Jisung: Would be super nice to work with, but surrounded by his upperclassmen, harassing him for no reason other than their preconceived role in his life. But it’s cool, because you have noise-cancelling earbuds, and also because it’s sort of funny to watch him whine and complain. When you can actually work alone, you find that he has to refill his americano at least three times per session. 6/10 Whether his hands shaking was from nerves, or a lethal caffeine overdose, you’ll never know.

[afishcalledfatin]

be my person. [xiaojun]

Their friends had gone, leaving the two quiet souls in the living room. 

"I should start cleaning," you said, "I have to wake up early tomorrow."

He sits silently, not looking at you, almost dazed even. You expected him to get up, grab his jacket and bid you goodbye for the night. 

But the cool night changed it all. As you scrubbed the remnants of food off the plate, you felt a pair of strong hands lightly hold onto your waist, manoeuvring you to the side. 

"Go home, you have work tomorrow." You reminded him, eyeing his quiet behaviour tonight. 

"I soap, you rinse." He mutters, pulling the sleeves of the work shirt he wore for the day up to his elbows. Flashing his toned arms in the process. 

"Xiaojun, go-" he took the sponge from your hand, fingers brushing against each other. 

"Your hands get irritated from the soap, let me do it." That was all he said before cleaning the plates your friends had used earlier. You wanted to protest but it didn't seem like he was in the mood to listen. With a sigh, you continued to wash the plates beside him.

Both worked in silent unison. No, it was not awkward. It was comfortable, comfortable silence. 

He'd hum and she'd hum back, uttering short phrases like "soap it again," or "there's still soap on it." 

Once everything was washed and dried, you leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen. 

"Something is up." It wasn't a question, more like a statement. You had known Xiaojun for so long, minor and sometimes unnoticeable actions are easily spotted. 

He hummed again, "You've noticed." He sighs, drying his hands before turning and leaning against the sink, facing his best friend. 

you nodded, looking at his beautifully carved face.

There was no doubt, Y/N was deeply in love with her best friend. Was she too stubborn to admit and accept it? Precisely.

A few moments of pin-drop silence were broken with two simple words. 

"There's someone." 

Y/N tried her absolute best to hide how her eyebrows shot up or her eyes widened. She swallows the lump that was building up in her throat. 

"Oh?" Was all she could say, hoping to keep her voice as steady as possible. 

"She's amazing." He continued. As praises and compliments were sprinkled around for this girl, Y/N felt the sting in her chest of holding back tears. 

She turned around, pretending to busy herself with the mugs. "What's stopping you from telling her all of this?" She asks, breathing slowly. 

He shrugged, looking at the back of her head. "I wouldn't know how she'd react, to be honest. She could easily reject me if she wanted to." 

Y/N scoffs, "Always so negative." Causing a melodious chuckle to escape from his plush lips. 

After a few more moments of silence, Y/N was drying the already-dried mugs while Xiaojun watched her from behind. 

All she wanted was for him to wrap up this conversation and leave. 

Maybe the next time she meets him, he'll introduce her to his girlfriend. Maybe the next time she sees him after this, it’s to tell you she's moved in with him. Maybe, it could be to announce their engagement. 

Maybe after this, she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. Not because of his new love, no. It's knowing that the person you absolutely love is so close yet so difficult to hold onto.

"This is for me but if someone you liked were to confess to you," he started, causing you to freeze, "How would you react?"

Y/N stood for a few quiet seconds, the rag in her hand loosely draping on the surface of the table. 

'He just wants to know how you'd react so he could agree and react the same way. He asks you about everything. Yes, that's it. This is normal.' you thought to yourself.

"I'd tell them I am honoured to have someone so incredible to love me back." She started, "I'd tell them, I would want to be their home, the place to cry, to talk, everything. I want to be their person." 

"But alas, love is difficult." You joked. You heard soft footsteps approach behind you. 

"And you call me pessimistic." He comments, causing you to laugh a bit. 

She could feel his breath behind her, gently caressing her neck. Goosebumps form at her nape.

"Y/N." He called to which she turned to face him. 

"Whatever you said earlier, is it true?" You raised a brow, "Now why would I lie about that?" 

A few more quiet moments until the space between the both of you had immediately closed. 

He held her waist gently again, spinning her to see her beautiful eyes. There she is,

"Then be my person." 

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୨୧. 22:12 - ten, winwin

꒰♡꒱ avisos: ten × you × winwin | sugestivo e duvidoso, tapinhas, degradação, você e o ten lutam por dominância (?), menção à anal, bondage e gagging, repost do blog antigo.

“é engraçado como você perde toda a sua pose quando tá com a gente.” chittaphon toca no seu ponto fraco, cutucando diretamente o seu ego. “fica toda bobinha…” o homem é interrompido pelo impacto da sua mão em um lado da bochecha dele, mas ele não parece nenhum pouco afetado pelo tapa, pelo contrário, acha graça no seu ato. “vira uma vagabunda por pau, e não quer admitir! e nem se contenta com só um, certo?”

sicheng observa tudo calado em baixo de você, genuinamente entretido com a mistura de provocações e luta por dominância de vocês dois.

“cala a boca!” o seu corpo inteiro começa a ficar vermelho, você está prestes a explodir de raiva, chittaphon já te provocou demais.

“calar a boca, florzinha?” ele ri debochado. “acha que eu vou perder a parte mais divertida do meu dia, amor?” e como você já previa, o tapa foi devolvido, e você pateticamente pulsa no pau de sicheng que grunhe no seu ouvido.

em um piscar de olhos chittaphon some do seu ponto de vista, e sicheng aproveita a deixa.

“eu já disse pra não fazer essa merda!" ele estoca para cima, e agarra o seu pescoço por trás. “é melhor se preparar porque ele não tá pra brincadeira hoje, e eu também não. então, eu juro que se você não parar com essa maldita brincadeirinha com o chittaphon, eu mesmo vou te amarrar na porra da cama e te foder até você pedir pra parar… entendeu?”

antes de responder sicheng, chittaphon volta ao quarto com um plug, uma corda e uma gag ball.

parece que você perdeu a luta dessa vez.

[markiemelon]

mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

hope you enjoyed xx

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[theficblog]

RUN, STUPID

TEN LEE

Prologue: You take ten to a local strip club, hoping you’d get some free food, but what happens when a dancer takes to your lap instead?

Genre: Crack + Established relationship AU

Wordcount: 1,331

Warnings: Mature content [ alcohol + strip tease + lap dance + language ]

"Are you sure?" Ten asked with a concerned look in his eyes, something that wasn’t usual unless it was about demanding proper explanations regarding his feline’s meals at the store.

"Of course! It’s not like somebody’s gonna murder us!" You reassured him, taking his hand in yours.

"We're doing this for cheap food? Tell me again that you are sure." He was still on the fence regarding your intention of going to this mid graded strip club only to get some nice cuisine at a lower price and possibly kill two birds with one stone.

As you went inside, you hastily pulled his hand along with you. Before allowing the two of you in, they conducted a quick security check. Too posh for a place like this, you thought. 

"We aren't even dressed for it." Ten whined, toying with your hand.

"We don't need to dress, this is literally a strip club." You were quick to shut him up but he wasn’t the easy type.

"Strip club? What do you mean? I'm not showing off my priceless physique to make some cash." He protested, purposefully being extra this evening.

You released his hold and folded your hands. Glancing around as if absorbing the atmosphere.

"I've never been here before." You expressed.

"I haven't either, baby."  He too, was taken aback by the room's opulence to respond. Maybe the two of you could have just been to the university cafe and worked on your assignments instead. 

Cliche neon green lights with a combination of bright white lasers were being thrown around in the room in rhythmic rotations. It was blasting sensual music and heavily autotuned voices of women moaning. This place was full of people, all of them fully clothed and yet the food was nowhere to be seen.

You sat on one of the sofa lounges along with Ten, moving your gaze at every corner hoping you would be able to read the air, as he did the same. 

A group of women passing by in sparkling, golden, and silver attire gave you two the side-eye. You may have been underdressed, as Ten suggested.

"What happens next?" He questioned as he sank his face into his hands.

"I don't know. Where are the girls?" You examined.

"And where is the food?" He sighed out of annoyance.

You were still oblivious while a quarter of an hour passed at the pace of a snail. This place was certainly not like the ones they showed in the movies, something was actually odd.

"Let's just leave." Ten followed your suggestion after you picked up your backpack.

But you and the man were stopped right then by one of the managers, who quickly ordered a waiter and offered you a few drinks and some free food. The food was only complementary, you see, and most of the people in the room were the least bothered about it anyways.

Ten asked you to affirm as he peered into your eyes, and you nodded.

"We easily have the money to relax here instead, so maybe we can go to that gala later." You spoke dramatically, loud enough so that the waitstaff, supervisors, and other customers could hear you. The exaggeration was embarrassing. 

They shouldn't ever be aware of the reason for your visit. You flipped your hair back as Ten facepalmed at your odd move.

“All that can probably do is paint us even more fishy in their eyes, Y/N i swear to god!” Ten commented.

“If you’re doing this just so we can go back to the hostel and see that flop movie you like, then this ain’t working.” The man blinked dramatically as though his eyelids were heavy.

After setting up the table with only a little variety of snacks and drinks, they left while you took turns sipping and each one. That was the most you could do.

The stage, which was about to be used for the performance, was the centre of attention, and it was a revolving one.

"Shit's getting real!" Ten beamed as he started to poke you on the shoulder relentlessly.

"Chill." You asked him to calm down.

In the beginning, it was only the dancers performing sensual dances. There was nothing too special about it you thought. "You could do better than them." You suggested your boyfriend. "Oh, of course." He joked along with you.

The actual business soon got underway as the fanciest, laciest clothing items were one by one flung to the floor, leaving only the barest necessities.

Ten was astounded by the acts and covered his eyes with his palms.

"What?" He continued to close his eyes even after you pushed his hand away.

"I'm a loyal boyfriend." He explained.

"Just look at it as art then." While keeping your eyes glued to the show, you exclaimed.

"They are doing what? I thought their policy was ‘just see, no touch’?" He asked about the dancers' performance because one of them had begun to execute a lap dance for a middle-aged drunk man seated at a different table.

"No, I guess they had to pay for the additional services." You answered Ten's query, who was busy stuffing his mouth with the fries by now.

He showed a thumbs up, indicating he was satisfied.

By the time one of the other dancers began to approach you, Ten was still fixated on the food. They must have had a clear misunderstanding because you believed you were not responsible for paying for it, even though the club sounded not too expensive, you were still unsure if you wanted it, it wasn’t just about the money.

She sat down in your lap less than a second later, shocking you momentarily as you sat there frozen.

Ten's eyes widened as he attempted to talk to her. "No, sorry, I don’t think she’s liking it." He stated, signaling a no with the gesture of his hands, too.

With the blink of an eye, it became more heated this time as she began to move her hands and hips to the excessively sexy beats playing in the background.

Your guy had already stood up at this point. "Why don't you understand it right away? Hold it!" He kept talking. “Excuse me?!”

She took your hands in hers and put them on your body as you made an effort to stop by lifting your hands to her.

"Get off my girl, you bitch!" He screamed, throwing one of the drinks on her and attracting everyone's attention. This was one very impulsive act. 

The club instantly froze. The dancer hastily left, but something didn't feel right. Nothing about this place has been right since the time you entered.

"Am I sensing trouble?" Ten was in a panic.

"Stupid, all you could have done was yell." You swore.

"What should we do now?" He asked.

Contrary to expectations, this conversation moved forward much more quickly.

"Run!" As you scooped up your backpacks, you yelled.

Gasps and gossips could be heard as you leaped upon the sofas and chairs. There was at least one bouncer chasing you out if not two or three, but none of you had the foresight or bravery to glance behind. Tall and well built men in those dark coloured suits and black glasses, while you two looked like kids in front of them. 

You continued running for around minutes before stopping to collect your breath in what seemed like a ghosted alley.

Ten followed after to make sure. "They've left." He was panting heavily as he put his hands on his knees.

"Fuck!" You swore.

"This was crazy." He remarked. "Your free food idea was horrible, baby. But I won’t lie I’m full for tonight." He chuckled. “More with adrenaline though.”

"Yeah?” You flicked him off as he joined your laughter and started clapping his hands enthusiastically.

"Are we real?" He spoke while caressing your face and gazing intently into your eyes.

"Very much!" You spoke up and gave him a quick smooch.

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It was raining… 

You were all alone on a cold December evening in the streets of Paris with only your camera to accompany you.

Why did I even come here alone? You thought to yourself, shuddering under the pouring rain

Cursing at yourself for all the decisions you’ve ever made, you sigh as you look around for some sort of shelter to protect you from the rain. This was the point where you started to re-evaluate your choices. Each time you made a decision for yourself, this was usually how it ended up. The biggest problem, however, was that you had forgotten to charge your phone the other night. Otherwise, you would’ve called an Uber or your friends who had been staying at the same hotel to come get you. No one likes to get soaked to the bone in such rainy weather.

When the bus stop came into your view, you dashed towards it, covering your head with your arms before you got even more drenched than you were. Alas, the bus stop was an old one which had a broken roof, so sitting there wasn’t of much help, but it was better than standing under the open sky like some fool.

Because of the rain, hardly anyone was to be seen. Your hopes had started to fade away when the streets got emptier by every passing second and that had started to scare you. On top of that, the rain started to pour heavier, like someone was emptying buckets from the sky. The cold along with your drenched outfit made you very sure that you were going to catch a cold anytime soon. Hopelessness overcoming you, you closed your eyes and sat on the freezing, wet bench of the bus stop.

Your train of depressing thoughts came to a sudden halt as it miraculously stopped raining. But how can you still hear it if it had stopped? 

You opened your eyes to a black umbrella hovering over your head. 

“Are you okay, miss?" a voice asked. 

As your eyes trailed to find the owner of the umbrella, there stood in front of you the most handsome stranger you had seen in... Well, probably your whole life. His eyes were sparkling with his bangs covering them slightly. The concern on his face for the stranger he had just met was clearly visible. After all, no sane person would be sitting in an abandoned bus stop in the middle of a rainstorm.

“Oh— yeah I'm fine!" You replied to him in an instant. 

"You don’t seem fine though." He was right.

"I was waiting for a taxi. My phone’s battery had died out too, so I left it behind at my hotel. Plus, I didn't bring my umbrella even though I should’ve listened to the weather lady." You sighed, embarrassed about how stupid you might be sounding right now.

He chuckled, "I see… Happens to the best of us. Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll stay here with you till a Taxi comes over."

“Oh no you really don’t have to! I’m sure you have business to tend to.” You told him, but you really hoped he would because anything was better than being alone in such gloomy weather.

“No, actually,” he smiled at you, “and besides, I insist.”

"O-Oh. Thank you kind sir.” A feeling of relief took over your body. Angels really are sent to Earth to help the miserable.

As he sat beside, awkward silence took over for quite a while. You were still thinking about how stupid you were to ignore what the weather forecast had said, even if the sky had been clear earlier. If you had listened, you might have been in your hotel by now, reading some book or having a warm cup of tea and actually enjoying the rain, rather than loathing it by getting drenched in the middle of nowhere all alone.

"So… um, May I ask your name?" He finally broke the silence, bringing you back to the real world.

"Oh, I’m y/n… l/n y/n. I didn’t quite catch yours." 

"It’s Lee Chittaphon, but you can call me Ten, that’s just what everyone calls me!”

Chittaphon, you thought to yourself. Such a unique name…

“I don’t think you’re from here. Right?” He questioned.

“Quite correct,” you stated, “I was on tour with my friend group. I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, it’s such a lovely city!”

“Then you must have some tour guide? What about them?”

A bitter chuckle left your mouth, “I thought I should stay behind to take some pictures of the places I’ve wanted to visit, but I didn’t realise that I had taken way too long. Of course, the typical drama scene was to happen with me out of the 30 people in our tour group. And then, well… Here I am”

“I’m sorry that happened,” He sympathised, “But hey it’s okay! Everything happens for the better. Maybe destiny had planned something else for you.”

“Oh really? I, for one, don’t see any good in this situation.” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe you were destined to meet me?” He joked as he laughed.

But what he didn’t know was how that specific question made you feel. Maybe, just maybe, he was right. Something about him being there was very… comforting. From his reassuring smile to his attractive, sweet voice, everything about him made you calm down bit by bit. He was so polite and gentle, speaking in such a soft tone. He really did make you forget your worries for a while.

Both of you didn’t realise how fast time flew by as you continued sharing past experiences and exchanging.  

"Hey, a taxi is here!" Ten interrupted as he signaled it to stop. 

"O-oh— yeah,” You say half-heartedly.

Moments ago you were trying to escape from this misery of a day, and here you were now wanting to spend more time with Ten, you were actually enjoying his company a lot more than you had expected.

“I guess I'll get going," your tone hinted sorrow, “Thank you once again for taking out your time for me. I’ll never forget your kindness.”

"Anytime, y/n." He beamed at you.

You reluctantly got into the taxi, but before you got to close the door, he called out to you. 

"Hey!! I almost forgot to ask!” There was a pink tint dusted on his cheeks. It could’ve been either because of the cold or his next step. 

"May I have your number?"

Title : A Stranger in the rain || Word count: 1.85K || Genre: Fluff, Angst || Pairing: Ten x Reader (I didn't notice when I wrote it but I dont think it's specifically female reader)