#yangyang skater au

[kay-rot]

yangyang skater au

pairing: yangyang x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: bullet fic, fluff

warnings: strong language but that's to be expected

summary: when yangyang thinks he's a good teacher

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

Yangyang teaching you how to skate????

More likely than you think

This man would beg you to let him teach you

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow, this is where I die,” you think

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

Coincidentally, both of you are wrong

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nods, “yeah sure, no problem”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And immediately burst into laughter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, your skating adventures with Yangyang begin

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

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Renyang) see you later, boy

“Haha, laugh away,” Yangyang huffs. He lies down in the middle of the road, arms spread at his sides. “Just laugh, instead of helping your boyfriend.”

Renjun’s heart beats so hard and fast he’s afraid he might pass out. He rides to Yangyang’s longboard and picks it up, then walks back to Yangyang’s side. Says, casually, “I didn’t know you were my boyfriend.”

or: Renjun pretends to be bad at skateboarding so he can get close to Yangyang.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33482299

[amakumos]

go figure! － five ; kay em ess

SYNOPSIS being a popular actress, it’s common for you to be invited to reality shows. but when your company agrees for you to join a reality show where you’ll have to live with another celebrity for a month, you get paired up with the person you least expect to be partnered with. your partner just so happens to be park sunghoon, olympic figure skater - and also, your celebrity crush.

You think it's a terrible idea for your first meeting with Sunghoon to be filmed on a camera.

With the added knowledge that you're going to be meeting him for the first time in the apartment you two are going to be living in for a month, you find yourself incredibly nervous, your palms sweaty as you grip onto the handle of your luggage.

Your heart is racing - you never thought you'd be able to meet or speak to the Park Sunghoon himself, but here you are, meeting him for the first time (and moving in with him!)

There's a camera trailing behind you, and thank god that you're an actress, because if you weren't - you're sure to have already let it slip that you're a huge fan of Sunghoon.

You enter the elevator, holding it open for the camera crew with a smile. Your heartbeat gets faster and faster, and you swear that the nervousness you're feeling is about to make you pass out.

It doesn't get better when you get to the floor your home will be for the next 30 days, because all you can think about is how to not embarrass yourself in front of Park Sunghoon.

You take the key that the producers had given you early this morning when you got into the car, placing it in the key slot and turning to open the door.

You're immediately greeted with Park Sunghoon's face mere inches away from you - and holy fuck, you're really going to faint now. He gives you a small smile, and waves to you hello.

It takes you about five seconds to regain just a little bit of your composure and you return the gesture. Really, you shouldn't be saying anything when you're extremely nervous about standing right in front of your celebrity crush, since you're basically bound to embarrass yourself.

"Nice to meet you... um... I'm (Name)."

Going well so far. He only offers you a small smile, nodding in acknowledgement. You figure you should say something else.

"I like what you've done with the place."

"As in... dumping a pile of my clothes on the floor?"

You want to die.

Sunghoon probably got here five minutes before you did, and you were too busy staring at how beautiful he was to notice that he hadn't done anything with the place and was just unpacking... hence the pile of his clothes on the floor.

"Jokes. We can decorate later, after we've done packing." Sunghoon laughs, and you think it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

At least that awkward interaction would make for some good entertainment for viewers, you think, trying to make the situation better. Of course, it doesn't work, and you just follow him awkwardly to the room that you'll be staying in so you can unpack all your stuff.

"If you need any help unpacking, just yell out and I'll come help you." Sunghoon says, shooting you that dazzling smile again - how many times does he want to make you faint? you think.

You nod, thanking him silently. It's best for you to not say too much or too little - you've already embarrassed yourself enough for one day. Turns out, Jay's manifestation didn't work at all. Yangyang's absolutely going to holler out in laughter when he sees this clip, and you're sure that you'll have to fight the urge to smack him when he talks to you about it.

Oh, and - Dispatch is going to have a field day with this one.

five － kay em ess! previous ☆ next ♡ masterlist

authors note: saur jays manifestation did Not work.. and SUNGHOON ?????? sussy

GO FIGURE! a sunghoon smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining, figure skating au pairing: figure skater! sunghoon x actress! fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps, photos of kim minju will be used to visualise outfit / concepts for y/n! taglist is CLOSED!

[tenderlyrenjun]

that 90s love

(from here) | these are in the story's chronological order

posts about that 90s love series

MINORS, BOTS, FIC REC BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

hot girl bubble

prequel | main part

last year, jaemin went to a dorm party. bad idea. that entire floor caught chlamydia, and he only found out a week after he slept with you. he let you know, of course, thinking that he would never see you again. but fortuna is on his side [sarcasm]. you are a fixture in the biochem lab he joins sophomore year, having joined at the beginning of summer. jaemin tries to apologize over and over again throughout the lab, but you don't really want to hear much from the guy who gave you chlamydia, texted you once about it, then ghosted you.

to be decided/tentative

pre-med, biochem intern!jaemin x biochem intern!reader

smut, fluff, comedy, reconciliation, alcohol mention, partying mention, STD mention, safe sex (following the prequel), jaemin returning to the dating scene after all his friends get partners, mutual pining

all about you

to be decided/tentative

music theory major!chenle x older, piano TA!reader

fluff, rivals to lovers, comedy

will you go ice skating with me?

you have a routine during competition season: go to the rink every morning and afternoon, but during the first, like, two weeks of the season, leading up to your big competition, some novice hockey player monopolized the ice! god, he doesn’t even look like he knows a hockey stop; he keeps trying to stop with a missing toe pick. so, you take pity on him (and it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that, when he takes off his helmet, he is attractive as hell).

newbie hockey skater!yangyang x figure skating champ reader

fluff, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, similarly height reader

teacher's assistant

part one | tentative part two

it starts outside the classroom, ironically, then a boy starts talking to you during office hours, and somehow it feels like you started taking the class for him

music theory teacher’s assistant!renjun x psychology student!reader

fluff, college au, strangers to lovers, food/coffee mentions, reader is shorter than him, set in late fall/early winter, tentative smut fic

health & fitness

to be decided/tentative

constantly-late-to-class freshman hockey player!sungchan x psychology major!reader

fluff, strangers to lovers, classmates au

time out

prequel | main part

Your infamous relationship with the captain of the hockey team, Lee Jeno, is intense. You’ve hated him since he met you, and in an attempt to make nice, your coaches force you two to meet at least once a month. Except, they didn’t know that you already meet up every couple of days, discarding your clothes and any reminders of the rink before jumping each other’s bones.

hockey co-captain/architecture major!jeno x figure skater/bio major!reader

smut, enemies to lovers, implied rich kid au, mentions of alcohol

slip one past your goalie

the gators finally win their championship! and haechan could not be happier!! he rides the high through the first month of second semester, getting pats on the back, phone numbers, free drinks, etc. but he only wants a congratulations from the one person who doesn't know who the hell he is.

to be decided/tentative

hockey goalie!haechan x math major!reader

fluff, smut, strangers to lovers

Gretzky

to be decided/tentative

hockey co-captain!mark lee x education major!reader

fluff, angst, smut

[nctsworld]

love on ice: nct u series

the game of hockey may come easy for these seven students of nct university, but what about the game of love?

DISCLAIMER: all of these stories will focus more on the plot of the story, rather than hockey. mentions of hockey will likely not be a reliable description of the actual game, its rules, etc. i ask those who are knowledgeable of the game to overlook any inaccurate depictions of hockey i may write – thank you! 

NOTES: all of these take place within the same setting, but can be read separately! details may be subject to change. the taglist is CLOSED. 

LAST UPDATED: march 22, 2021 - do NOT ask me when i will update // i will update this series when i have the time and motivation - i have a life outside tumblr and writing is merely a hobby of mine.

WHO WILL YOU DRAFT ONTO YOUR TEAM? 🏒

[#2] MARK LEE: THE CAPTAIN // HEAD OVER SKATES

⇨ STATS: smut, fluff | friends with benefits to lovers, dancer!reader

⇨ DESCRIPTION: during a team bonding retreat, mark meets you and, unlike his hopeless romantic self, has sex with no attachments for once. the incredible night snowballs into many, on your condition that you and mark stay strictly as friends with benefits. mark desires more, but is it possible to change your mind? one thing’s for sure—he doesn’t want to end this anytime soon.

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#24] LIU YANGYANG: THE GOALIE // SAVING NET

⇨ STATS: smut, fluff, angst | roommates au, friends with benefits to lovers

⇨ DESCRIPTION: out of luck on his failed search for a new roommate, yangyang’s about to move out of his on-campus apartment until you answer his prayers. living with him becomes wild after an accidental kiss, which blooms into tons of casual fun. neither of you can complain, but as the lines blur, can you two really live together in peace for long, or will something have to give? 

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#66] LEE DONGHYUCK: THE ULTIMATE PLAYER // REMATCH

⇨ STATS: fluff, smut | enemies to lovers, fuckboy!hyuck, ex-best friend!reader

⇨ DESCRIPTION: donghyuck is the ultimate player on the ice, and equally off the ice. girls across campus flock to him and get on their knees (literally) for him whenever he wants, except you—his former best friend from high school. when he’s assigned as your partner for a project, the deep cracks in the ice between you two slowly dissolve, but does it mean you’re willing to give him a second chance to skate back into your life?

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#23] LEE JENO: THE DEFENSEMAN // SKATING IN CIRCLES

⇨ STATS: fluff, smut | fake dating, figure skater!reader

⇨ DESCRIPTION: although you barely know jeno, he comes to you for one small favour—to be his date for the annual hockey collegiate league dinner. a few weeks later, you ask the same of him. soon enough, you two become each other’s default fake dates for further upcoming events... but at what point is it not fake dating anymore, especially when you begin to entangle out of your own accord? 

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#27] JUNG SUNGCHAN: THE NEW KID // FISH OUT OF ICE

⇨ STATS: fluff, suggestive, angst | friends to lovers

⇨ DESCRIPTION: sungchan’s the newcomer to the team, so donghyuck decides to take him under his wing to meet girls every week. but when you, a former high school friend (and his long-time secret crush), fall back into his life, what’s a freshman to do? will sungchan swim in the ocean filled with many fish, or pick the one he’s always longed for?

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#7] DONG SICHENG: THE FORMER CAPTAIN // GAME CHANGER

⇨ STATS: fluff, smut | forbidden(ish) romance, secret dating

⇨ DESCRIPTION: dating’s never been much on sicheng’s mind—he’s always been about his friends, his grades, and hockey... until he meets you. when he learns that you’re the sister of a player on a rival hockey team, sicheng’s outlook on dating is turned upside-down. cue the secret late-night meet-ups, hidden kisses, and change room antics. he’s not sure how long he can do this for, but he wouldn’t have it any other way—as long as it’s with you.

⇨ STATUS: benched

[#10] LEE TEN: THE HEART OF THE TEAM // PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

⇨ STATS: smut, fluff | friends with benefits to lovers, fuckboy!ten

⇨ DESCRIPTION: in all his years at nct u, ten’s never had any problems getting a girl successfully off. after a night gone sour, ten makes a determined effort to fix things with you. the more he gets to know your body (and you with his), the more he re-evaluates everything. and eventually, it ends up smacking him as hard as a flying puck to the face.

⇨ STATUS: benched

[taem-min-archived]

Landing Bolts | l.mk

PAIRING || Skater!Mark x Reader ft. Best friend Yangyang

GENRES || Fluff, Skater AU

SUMMARY ||  You didn’t really want to accompnay your best friend Yangyang to his skating rink, beacuse you knew your fear of height would always get best of you. But when you finally agree to go, you find something, or rather someone to stay for.

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.5k

A/N || OKAY this is super late and I’m so so so sorrrrry but I really hope you like it cel @moonchilddfics!! 

SERIES || For my 750 followers event!

REQUEST || Mark Lee + Skater AU

TAGLIST || @moonsclover @queenmedi @shrutiajit @cerisetalks  @nctisthecity @woo-minhee02 @en-sun @buttvi @vllxchor @stayinzencity @joepomonerof @xavi-in-kpopland  @midnightmoi @whatudoing @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @spacebyuns @ahtisa02 @yxnglight @imdamnconfused @moonchilddfics @chaoticdreaminisode @gu-nil @cloudyhaos​ @kpoploverxx-12​ (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)

"Uh, I really don't think this is a good idea-" You began as Yangyang cut you off by roughly pulling you towards the rink.

"I think it's a wonderful idea." He said, smirking at your scared face. You tried guilt tripping him by visibly shaking, but he just smirked at you more.

A loud scream of delight caused you to flick your gaze to a different direction, eyes meeting with the terrible sight of skaters nearly flying off the skateboard walls, but managing to land perfectly (and safely) in it.

You gulped, now actually shaking in fear.

Why, oh why had you agreed to your best friend's evil schemes?

"Come on." He said, grabbing your hand like the protective friend he was, before nearly dislocating your arms as he pulled you towards his friends.

"Jeno! Jisung! Dejun! I finally got her!"

"Why does it sound like you are going to sell me away to them?" You shrieked at the tone of his voice.

He laughed.

"Trust me, these guys aren't even half as scary as Donghyuck."

“Then I dearly hope I don’t meet him.” Yangyang laughed again, but this time indicated you to stand beside as he took his skateboard and followed the other guys towards the bowl.

“Wait till Mark comes!” He shouted at you. “You’ll definitely skate then.”

Who’s Minhyung? But the question died in your throat as he got busy chatting with the other boys.

You watched your best friend skate all over the place, slightly worried that he would fall down, but at the same time happy at the way he was enjoying himself.

There were times when he would do a seemingly dangerous flip and you would nearly call him out like the overprotective best friend you were, but managed to stop yourself at the last minute, opting to clutch your hands instead.

Truth be told, you had always wanted to skate, ever since you became best friends with Yangyang. But your fear of heights had always got the best of you and had never let you fulfil your dreams. You had always tried it secretly but it never worked out for you.

“Scared of height?” 

The new voice caused you to snap out of your reverie, as you turned to see who it was. You felt your heart stop for a second, as a pair of doe eyes stared back at you, looking genuinely concerned.

Blinking hard, you tried to focus back on his question, but the boy standing beside you was too cute to be real.

“Uh, yeah, uh kinda scared.” You muttered, looking away in hopes that he hadn’t caught you staring.

“That’s okay. I’m scared too.”

You looked at him questioningly.

“You are? Then how do you-”

He laughed at your question, before extending his hand to you. You gingerly took it, ignoring the fluttering in your heart caused by his laughter.

“Do you want me to show you?” He asked, and you eagerly nodded. He seemed like a great teacher.

“My name’s Mark by the way. And you can Mark me in your heart.” 

You laughed at his little joke, but immediately understood what Yangyang had meant. 

“Nice to meet you Mark. I’m Y/N.” You giggled.

“Oh Y/N…that’s a pretty name. Shall we start?” He asked, equally flustered.

“Sure.” You said, smiling at him, wondering if it was the start of something else too.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[key201303]

Word count: 6.1k wornds (okay this turned out way much longer than I expected 🙂)

Warnings: None!

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Jeno x IceSkaterFem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, enemies to lovers (?), high school AU

Plot: He was an annoying hockey player and you were a shy Ice Skater dancer. You have always avoided each other until you both had to start sharing the same ice rink. Will you be able to stand his annoying ass? Will he be able to not fall in love with you? Well, none of you expected the answer to those questions were about to get released as soon as you both started to know each other.

(Based on NCT U’s song 90′s love)

A/N: Here it is finally!! I’ve been working on this for quite long and I’m quite happy with how it turned out ❤❤ I really hope you guys enjoy this story ❤❤❤❤

Taglist -> @eunsangelical​ (let me know if you want to be added!)

It was another long day in high school. Kids running around, teachers giving boring classes and you only thinking about getting off class so you could wear your ice skates and dance for a little in the ice rink. You have always loved being an ice skater dancer and the moment you found out the high school you were going to had an ice skating club, you didn’t think about it twice. Now, most of your free time is spent in the ice rink, loud music playing in the background as you practice some of your moves. Your trainer says you have improved so much and that you should go to competitions but you were too shy for that. You really changed a lot when you danced alone and when someone was watching you. You even had to ask your trainer to not tell you when she was there to watch you so you could do well. 

On the other hand there was Lee Jeno, one of the boys in the hockey team of the school. Handsome, charming, talented and a pain in the ass for you. You couldn’t understand why every single girl in your class wanted to date him when he was a dick head, or at least you thought he was. First impressions are really important and because of the first impression you had of him, you haven’t even cared about approaching him to get to know him so you could judge him properly. Yangyang, who has been your best friend since you were in kindergarten and who is also in the hockey team, has asked you plenty of times to give him a chance but it was impossible for you. You just couldn’t stand his arrogant personality. Little did you know he was a true sweetheart really deep inside his heart.

“Hey! Wanna join later for a coffee?” Yangyang jumped on your back, scaring the hell out of you. “Hey hey chill! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a scaredy cat.” He said running away from you after you punched him on his chest. “So, are you joining?” He asked again. “Depends.” You answered packing your stuff to go to your next class. “When will you just accept coming to grab a coffee without caring who comes?” Yangyang complained. You have never been that kind of girl to enjoy other’s presence. “Let me think… Never.” You said once you’ve finished packing your stuff and walking away. “Okay fine, see you tomorrow the Ms. Boring.” He said mocking you. “Wait aren’t you coming to Biology?” You asked confused when he said he would see you tomorrow. “Have practice with the boys. Your best friend will be there, come see me later if you want.” He said winking at you referring to Jeno with the adjective ‘best friend’. You just rolled your eyes and gaved a goodbye to your friend before entering class.

The day went by and boring classes as well. Finally the bell rang for the last time today and you tiredly packed your things to head to the ice rink wishing that the hockey team wouldn’t be there so you didn’t have to see Jeno. Once you’ve finished packing, you headed to the dressing room so you could change your clothes into something more warm and comfortable and to wear your ice skates. When you entered the dressing room, you expected it to be empty but to your surprise there were a few girls from your class talking about God knows what. You didn’t really care about their presence or conversation until Jeno’s name and yours appeared on their conversation. “He’s so handsome and great.” One of the girls started saying. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Do you really believe he has a girlfriend?” Other of the girls asked. Jeno with a girlfriend? That was clearly impossible. It wasn’t a secret that he enjoyed sleeping with different girls every weekend so it was impossible that he had a girlfriend. “I don’t know if they're dating but what I’m sure about is that he likes her.” The remaining girl answered. And then she dropped the bomb that made your alarms go off. “He likes that girl from the Ice Skating club, I think her name is (Y/N).” The girl added making your eyes grow wider. Did she just say that Lee Jeno liked you?? That was impossible. None of you have ever talked to each other and the few times you’ve talked it was an awkward conversation full of diss. Wait, what if Yangyang has been trying to put the two of you together and that’s why he kept asking you to give him a chance? You started to think. Was it really true that Jeno liked you? You were too confused to think clearly so you decided to just ignore that new information for now and focus on your practice. You grabbed your bag and when you came out of your dressing room you saw the girls that have been talking about you. They remained silent, following your moves with their eyes like a lion waiting for its prey.

Once you get to the ice rink there they were, the whole hockey team. Thank you for nothing God. You thought to yourself seeing your prayers for them to not be there weren’t listened. You decided to just walk in ignoring their presence knowing they wouldn’t get much longer to leave the ice rink. “I see you ended up coming to see us.” Yangyang said as soon as he spotted you sitting on the steps as you put on your ice skates. Can’t he shut his mouth for a minute? You asked yourself cursing the moment he decided to ask you that, grabbing everyone’s attention to your sitting figure. “I’ve come to practice, not to see you.” You answered with a cold tone. “Wait, practice? It is our time for practice.” The boy named Mark said. You knew them because you were used to seeing them around with Yangyang even if they were in their senior years. “What?” You asked, confused. It couldn’t be their practice time, you always came at this time because you knew it was the only time you could enjoy the ice rink for yourself. “I see you’re meeting.” You heard your trainer's voice from behind. You turned around confused, waiting for her to give you a good excuse on why they are using the ice rink during your practice time. “You’ll have to share the ice rink for the past few months while we fix their ice rink (Y/N).” Your trainer explained. Your jaw dropped the moment you heard you’ll have to share the ice rink with those boys. Apparently, their ice rink has had a condensation problem and the ice was melting so they’ll have to practice in yours. “But I have to practice for the competition.” You complained. “I know, and they’ll help you to get confidence while dancing in front of people.” Your trainer reassured you. “But-.” You tried to complain once again. “There are no buts (Y/N). Now, you should start practicing,you don’t have all day.” Your trainer cut you off. You were speechless and pissed off. You’ve succeeded in avoiding them for 4 years to end up sharing the ice rink. Your trainer has walked out the rink and you have been left with 7 dick heads. 

Your anger was showing and your cheeks and ears were painted in light red because of the frustration. “Okay, this is my rink so I’ll put the rules. Follow the rules and I’ll let your annoying asses practice peacefully.” You said turning around to face them wearing the fakest smile you have ever worn. By the way they were looking at you they were kind of scared of seeing you in that state, not even Yangyang has ever seen you as pissed off as you were now. “You’ll only use half of the rink.” You started, ready to enumerate every single rule they had to follow. “Wait, what?? We need the whole rink.” The youngest boy named Sungchan complained. “Oh really? I don’t care.” You said with an annoyed look. “We will separate the rink with this line.” You said grabbing Yangyang’s stick to draw a line on the ice. “If I were you I wouldn’t cross the line.” You said with a challenging tone and sending a death glare to the boys. “If you ever have to stay here when I leave, you’ll have to come find me wherever I am to give me the keys.” You stated. “(Y/N) come on, stop it.” Yangyang said, trying to calm you down. “I’ve been responsible for that key since I entered this rink for the first time, I’m not going to let your dumb brains screw up my reputation.” You said looking deeply into Yangyang’s eyes with a fierce look. “Any questions?” You added. “Are you going to be this annoying and boring always?” Finally the blue haired boy spoke. His voice annoyed you even more than his presence and all you could do was roll your eyes not even wanting to waste your time on answering his stupid questions. “(Y/N) can we talk for a moment?” Yangyang asked, grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the rink even before you could answer him. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Yangyang said annoyed by your stupid attitude. “Watch your language with me kid.” You replied annoying him even more if that was possible. “Can you stop acting like a 4 years old kid?! For God’s sake (Y/N) it is just an ice rink! Why can't you just let us practice in peace?” Yangyang complained, completely pissed off. “You’re not the center of the universe and we’re the first ones being pissed off for not being able to practice in OUR rink.” He added. At this point, he was yelling at you and you were becoming more and more small as he scolded you. “Can you please just ignore the fact of you hating my friends and at least try to tolerate their presence?” He asked. You were speechless. You have never seen Yangyang that annoyed and just like you scared him back in the rink, he was now scaring you. “Okay, sorry.” You said with a small thread of voice. Your eyes started to get a bit teary, finally releasing the pressure you’ve been feeling in your chest since you received the news of having to share the rink. 

After some minutes of you trying to calm down and put yourself together and with Yangyang’s help, you were finally able to get back in the rink. “I’m sorry.” You said apologizing to the rest of the boys. “But the rules are serious. Do not cross the line and bring back the keys to me if you ever have to stay here. Those are the only things I ask you to do so we can practice in peace. I won’t bother you and you won’t bother me, everyone’s happy.” You stated, turning around to head to the music equipment to turn on your music and start your late practice. They stood there frozen at your words and attitude. Everyone was supposed to be happy with your rules except Jeno who was willing to finally be able to be around you and get to know you. “What’s wrong with her?” Jeno whispered in Yangyang’s ear so you wouldn’t hear them. “She’s just nervous about having an audience, don’t worry, she’ll be better when she gets used to.” Yangyang reassured him. He was kind of right. You always got really nervous about having an audience and if that audience were the boys you couldn’t bear with it made you nervous and annoyed, a perfect mix for you to behave like you did a few minutes ago.

Hours went by and from time to time you felt their gaze on you as you practiced one of your dances. Actually you had to admit that it wasn’t as terrible as you imagined it to be. Once you were finished you went out of the rink and packed your things to go out and say goodbye to the 7 boys. Another tiring day coming to an end finally.

It’s been 2 weeks since you started sharing the rink with those 7 boys and to your surprise you have started to get along pretty well with them. You would even join them for lunch some days and walk with them to the ice rink. Even your impression of Jeno started to change once you got to know him and the things Yangyang always told you about him that you never believed because of your blind beliefs on him being a dick head started to appear in your mental scheme of the type of person Lee Jeno was.

“Hey, wanna join for lunch?” Haechan asked, knocking you out of your thoughts. “I wish I could but I have to go to the library to change this book.” You said pulling out ‘Dead poets society’ book. “What antiquity is that?” Jeno said taking the book from your hands and analyzing it. “It’s a literature masterpiece, you would never understand.” You said mocking him and grabbing the book back. “Where do you live? In the 90’s?” Jeno asked mocking you as well. 

Even though you said you wouldn’t be able to go with them to grab some lunch, you somehow made it in time. “How was the time travel Ms. Boring?” Sicheng asked, mocking you. “Pretty good, how about your last brain cells? Are they still in there?” You answered mocking him as well. “Hey (Y/N) we’ve been thinking of adding you to our group chat in case we have to borrow the keys so it’s easier to contact you.” Ten said. You were surprised that they wanted to add you to their group chat and that they were taking your rules seriously. “Sure! I really appreciate you guys are taking my rules so seriously.” You said taking your phone out of your pocket. “I thought in the 90’s people didn’t have Iphones.” Sungchan teased. You handed your phone to Mark as you rolled your eyes at the youngest comment.

Days went by and what at first were supposed to be a month, it turned into 2 and 3, the boys still waiting to go back to their ice rink but hoping to be able to stay in your rink so they could keep seeing you do your thing. Even though you would never want to admit the fact of you finally liking them and wanting to have them around more regularly, it was more than clear that a beautiful friendship started to finally bloom between you and those 7 boys.

“Will you come to the ice rink later?” You heard Sungchan ask you from behind as you walked through the crowded halls of the school. “Sure, the competition is next month and I have to make sure I’ll nail it.” You answered with a wide smile on your face. “Great! See you later then.” Sungchan waved at you mirroring your wide smile. The kids you have always avoided were now your best friends, how ironic, isn’t it.

The day went by pretty smooth and boring, just like any other day. But there was something a bit strange. You’ve caught Jeno staring at you a few times throughout the entire day which made you remember the conversation you overheard from those girls in the dressing room. “He likes that girl from the Ice Skating club, I think her name is (Y/N).” That sentence kept repeating on your mind like a broken record. How could it be possible that the boy you’ve hated the most throughout your years in high school liked you? You never treated him and you really couldn’t understand the reason why he would like someone lonely and boring like you. Little did you know you were the light on his heart, the funniest girl on earth for him, the most beautiful flower in a garden, the brightest star in the night sky. 

You were about to finish your practice another day when you felt someone tapping your shoulder from behind. You turned around to face a smiley Jeno. Suddenly your heart started to beat faster. Since when has his smile had that effect on you? You just tried to ignore your sudden nervousness and asked him if he needed something. “I would like to stay a bit longer, can I borrow the keys? Don’t worry I’ll text you when I’m done and I’ll go to wherever you are to give them back.” He said, still wearing that charming smile. For some reason you couldn’t see at that moment, you couldn’t help thinking of how cute his eye smile was, how sweet he suddenly felt for you and how charming he suddenly seemed to be. Maybe that was why everyone wanted to be around him. Maybe he wasn’t a dick head after all. “Oh sure, here you have them. You don’t have to come look for me, you can give them back tomorrow.” You said handing him the keys. “I don’t want you to scold me tomorrow for losing them.” He said giggling and grabbing the keys from your cold hand. Your hands touched for a second but it felt like time stopped for a moment. Like earth stopped spinning. You suddenly got lost in his dark eyes, not even knowing what was wrong with you. Did you like him too? No, that was impossible. You’ve always seen him like a dick head, why would that thought change? Well, maybe it was because of the fact of seeing him everyday around your comfort zone or maybe it was because of the fact of spending your free time with him but that thought of him being a dick head really started to change little by little. After all, first impressions are not always the main point of a friendship.

You finally finished your practice and after packing your stuff and waving at Jeno who was practicing some shots on the goal, you finally got out of the ice rink and headed home. As you walked home, you had your earphones plugged on your ears and your favorite spotify playlist on. It was a chill way back home and a moment you really enjoyed after a tiring day. But there was this thought still ghosting your mind. “He likes that girl from the Ice Skating club, I think her name is (Y/N).” You kept wondering why until you arrived home, opened your front door and landed on the comfort of your couch. It wasn’t a secret the fact of how tired you were after practice and today, being Tuesday evening, your eyelids started to feel more and more heavy as soon as your head and body landed on your couch. After some minutes, you were dozed off to Dreamland. 

After what felt like hours of sleeping, the continuous sound of your phone buzzing woke you up. You unlocked your phone to see you had 3 missed calls from Jeno and 10 messages.

You couldn’t really believe Lee Jeno was coming to your apartment just to give you a pair of keys. You didn’t even know why you were fangirling so much about the fact of him going to your apartment. Calm down, he’s just coming to bring you the keys. It’s not like you liked him, right? You told yourself, trying your best to convince yourself of not liking him. But who did you want to fool? Whenever his name came up in a conversation in the last 3 months your face lighten up, whenever he was around you had a stupid smile plastered on your face and whenever he talked to you or looked at you your heart would speed up and pump your blood at a blinding space. 

You were immersed in your own world, too busy trying to find a logical explanation to your feelings without involving the words ‘love’ and ‘Jeno’ in the same sentence when he knocked on your front door. You were nervous and reluctant to open the door. If you hadn’t told him you would be at home, you would have acted like you weren’t there so you didn’t have to have a conversation alone with him in your apartment. Just the idea sent chills down your spine. 

After hearing the doorbell ring a few more times and hearing an impatient Jeno outside, you decide it is time to put yourself together and open the door. Come on (Y/N), you got this, it is not like he’s going to confess his love now, right? You told yourself trying to calm down. You slowly opened the door to find him standing there with a black sweater and a pair of jeans. Suddenly he looked incredibly handsome. “Finally, I was freezing.” He said teasing you. “I’m sorry.” You shyly said. “Hey, what’s wrong? I’m not going to bite you.” He said mocking, clearly noticing the shyness in your quiet voice. “Oh wait, I know what’s wrong.” He said, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Your eyes grew wider in panic, your hands were sweating and your cheeks and ears were burning in light red. “You know?” That was the only thing you were able to say. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your ribcage. “You finally fell for my charms. Cool, it only took me 5 years.” He said laughing, perfectly reading you like if you were a book. You couldn’t really understand if he was teasing you or if he was talking seriously. Jeno was that kind of person who would always talk with a joking tone and you would never know if he was joking or meaning it seriously. “Anyways, here are your keys, don’t worry I closed correctly and made sure everything was placed back on its place.” He said changing the topic and handing you the keys. The moment your eyes landed on the keys you spotted a new keyring. “What is this?” You asked, confused. It was a beautiful keyring with blue ice skates and a hockey stick. “Oh, Winwin gave it to me and I thought it could be cool if those keys wore it, afterall it contains our passions.” He explained referring to it containing the ice skates that represented you and the hockey stick that represented them. You didn’t even notice the wide smile plastered on your face until he teased you about it. You had to admit it was a very beautiful and meaningful detail. “Thank you, I’ll take good care of it.” You said smiling at him. 

There was a few seconds of silence but to your surprise it wasn’t an awkward silence. You both were just staring into each other’s eyes, admiring each other and getting lost in each other’s soul. “I should get going, it’s starting to get late.” Jeno said breaking the silence with a soft voice. “Oh yeah, you should go. Good night Jeno.” You said smiling shyly at him. “Good night (Y/N), rest well.” Jeno said, a wide smile appearing on his lips.

Days went by and your unexpected love for Jeno grew bigger and bigger as time passed by. Now that you were just a week away from the competition, your mood slowly went back to how it used to be in the very beginning towards the boys. Any comment or even touch from them would upset you and you didn’t even know why.

There were just a few moments in the day when they could approach you without you sending them death glares for doing so. And right now was one of those moments. You found yourself in a little cafe with the 7 boys enjoying a warm and well deserved hot chocolate. “So, can we be at the competition?” Mark asked. They have been asking you if they could go as part of the audience to show you their support. You really appreciated it but you knew that if you let them go you would get all nervous and screw up so you just made an excuse over and over again. “I’m still waiting for them to answer me.” You said sipping your hot chocolate. “Come on, you’ve been waiting for a month.” Yangyang complained. Shit. You thought to yourself, knowing they have caught you. “If you don’t want us to go just say it.” Jeno said with a cold tone. It hurt him to know that after all you still didn’t want them around. “It’s not that I don’t want… It’s just that I’ll get nervous and screw up.” You said, your eyes locked with the cup placed in front of you being unable to meet their intense glare. “That’s ridiculous, you’ve been practicing in front of us for 4 months now.” Haechan said a bit annoyed. He was actually right. There shouldn’t be much difference between practicing in front of them and performing in front of them, right?

After some more minutes of them trying their best to convince you to let them go see you perform, you finally gave in after making them promise they wouldn’t overreact during your performance. They promised they would remain silent and you promised you would let them in, everyone happy. 

Weekend finally arrived and as soon as you woke up your phone screen lit up with a message from Winwin. 

You couldn’t believe he really pretended you to go to a shopping center 4 days before the competition and have a good attitude. But still, you got out of bed and got dressed after having a well deserved breakfast. Please God give me patience for today. You thought to yourself as you walked out of your apartment to head to the shopping center where you were supposed to meet them.

“Finally, I thought you wouldn’t come.” Yangyang said, patting your head. “I wasn’t coming but I didn’t want you to annoy me on Monday.” You said running away from Yangyang so he would stop messing with you. “I’m happy that you came tho.” Jeno said in an almost inaudible thread of voice. Unfortunately for him, you did hear him and your cheeks started to heat in light red. “So...let’s get going.” Winwin said breaking the awkward silence that was formed after you all heard Jeno’s confession. 

The day actually went pretty good and fun. It has been a really long time since the last time you enjoyed your free time with a group of friends in a shopping center. “I told you being a social butterfly wasn’t that bad.” Yangyang whispered in your ear when he saw the happiness through your eyes. He was right. Maybe you should start opening a bit more to people so you wouldn’t miss these kinds of moments. 

“Guys wait.” You said stopping in front of a showcase to admire a beautiful pair of ice skates. “You already have yours.” Yangyang complained. “Yes but they’re old.” You answered rolling your eyes. You completely fell in love with those ice skates. “Can we go in just to ask about its price? Pretty please?” You begged them to go in with you. “This is why we shouldn’t have brought her.” Ten said annoyed. They were boys and obviously hated to be walking around shops to buy stuff they didn’t need. “Pleaseeeeee.” You insisted. Finally they gave in. Unfortunately the price of those ice skates were way too expensive for what you could afford and you had to forget about them and wish to see them in your dreams. 

You wouldn’t stop talking about them the rest of the day making the boys annoyed. All of them were annoyed except Jeno who were in silence making a suspicious plan.

The day has finally arrived. You didn’t even care to go to classes and locked yourself in the ice rink. You were so immersed in your practice that you didn’t even notice your phone was ringing.

Yangyang: (Y/N) where the hell have you been??

(Y/N): I’m at the ice rink, why?

Yangyang: Why the hell didn’t you say anything??? We thought you got sick or something.

(Y/N): Sorry dad, I didn’t know I had to tell you every single thing I did. Look, I have to go, there are only 3 hours left and I need to practice. 

Yangyang: (Y/N) you’ve been practicing for that competition for 4 months, you’ll nail it.

(Y/N): Just leave me alone Liu Yangyang.

Right now you wanted to be alone and needed nobody to cheer you on. Some people will call you stupid and unfriendly for acting like that in situations like this but you were too nervous to listen to what other’s had to say.

There was an hour left for the competition when the doors of the ice rink opened and people started to enter. You were locked in the dressing room trying your best to calm yourself down. “Can we talk?” You heard Jeno say from behind. You turned around to meet a smiley Jeno holding a box in his hands. As soon as your eyes met his, your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks started to blush. “You look incredible.” Jeno added admiring your delicate figure. You were the most beautiful and perfect masterpiece he has ever seen. “Thank you.” You shyly said, avoiding his eye contact. “I got you a little gift.” He said breaking the little silence that was created for a few seconds, none of you really knowing what to say, love tension growing more and more. “You didn’t have to.” You said blushing. He handed you the box, patiently waiting for you to open it and admire your reaction when you saw what the box contained. “Jeno is this…?” Your jaw dropped the moment you saw the ice skates you said you wanted on the weekend shopping session. “I thought you deserved to have them after all your hard work.” He said nervously scratching the back of his neck. Now his cheeks were blushing as well and your eyes were covered with happy tears. “Hey, why are you crying?” He said worriedly. You just threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “This is the best thing someone has ever gifted me. Thank you so much.” You said hugging him tightly. At that moment you didn’t even notice you were hugging him, leaving him completely shocked and blushy at your sudden actions. Then, when you saw he wasn’t reacting, you noticed what you were doing and pulled him away nervously. “I’m sorry, I’m just so nervous and I don’t know what I was thinking.” You immediately excused yourself. “I-it’s okay…” He said. His cheeks were going through an entire palette of red tones and so yours did. You both stayed there for a few seconds in silence, just admiring each other, your faces dangerously close. You wanted to stop time right then and right there, you didn’t want to let go off of him. “(Y/N) there’s something I want to tell you…” Jeno suddenly said. Your heart was beating like crazy inside your ribcage and you felt like it was gonna jump out of your body at any moment. But then, right when Jeno was going to finally confess his love to you, right when you were about to melt on his lips, you heard your trainer calling you meaning it was your moment. “I have to go… I’ll see you later… Thank you so much for this.” You said thanking him for the nth time.

Music flowing through your veins, your mind far away from the ice rink like you were dancing all alone, the cold ice crushing against your brand new ice skates and the sound of people cheering in the background. You could tell that moment was one of the best moments of your life. Feeling other’s love, knowing they were enjoying your performance, it didn’t matter at all if you won or not. Knowing that others enjoyed your performance finally was more than enough. There was a moment when you met the boys’ mesmerized gaze. You would have never thought seeing them admire your figure like that would give you such strength to nail the last part of your performance making you win the contest. For the first time in your life, judges were congratulating you for your passion and were finally admiring your hard work. You couldn’t feel any better. Well, at least you thought that.

“You’ve been great!” Yangyang said running towards you and wrapping his arms around you embracing you in a tight hug. “I never knew you were that good.” Haechan teased you joining the hug. “And I never knew I could do it that well.” You admitted giggling and enjoying their warm hug. “I see you liked our gift.” Winwin said pointing at your new ice skates and winking at you. “Definitely the best gift I could ever get.” You said, a wide smile plastered on your face. “Then hurry up and let’s go celebrate this properly.” Sungchan said. “The last to get out pays the drinks!” Mark announced as he ran out of the building followed by the rest of the boys.

“Jeno.” You grabbed his hand stopping him so he wouldn’t go out. “Yes?” He asked, confused. “Before I had to perform you were about to tell me something.” You said, waiting for him to finally ask you what you’ve been waiting for the past 2 months. “Oh, yeah that…” He said getting nervous once again. He actually wished you would have forgotten about it, now getting scared of confessing his feelings for you but the moment he met your gaze he just felt he had to tell you everything if he didn’t want to lose you. “I like you… A lot actually… And since a lot too…” He said, unable to break the eye contact, completely lost in your shining orbs. Your heart dropped and a small smile appeared in your lips. “I like you too… I never knew I would like you… But I guess sometimes first impressions are not always the most important.” You shyly said. Now it was his heart who skipped a beat as he didn’t expect you to like him back. “Then… would you like to hang around with me some time…?” He shyly asked. “I would love to.” You answered with a shy and wide smile as he mirrored your face expression.

4 months ago, the moment your trainer told you that you had to share the ice rink with them you would have never expected you would end up enjoying your time with these 7 boys and you would have never imagined you would end up dating the boy you have avoided for ages just because of a stupid first impression. You will always regret not getting to know them sooner and you will never regret those moments you shared with them during these 4 months.

A year later.

“Babe have you seen my hockey stick?” You heard Jeno from across the ice rink. “If you had placed it in its place you wouldn’t lose it every day.” You said rolling your eyes. “Seems like some things never change.” Sungchan said, referring to how you will always scold them for not keeping your ice rink tidy. “My ice rink, my rules.” You proudly said. “OUR ice rink.” Jeno corrected you as he kept looking for his stick. “Who has the keys?” You asked, moving the keys on his face. “And who gave you that keyring?” Jeno replied. “That has nothing to do with who is the owner of this ice rink idiot.” You said laughing. “And the fact of you having the keys ain’t be a reason for you to call it yours.” Yangyang said, pushing you aside as he entered the ice rink. “Here it is!” Jeno said, lifting his stick. “You’re welcome.” You proudly said. “What the hell? You did nothing!” Jeno complained as you laughed. 

Your life was finally completed now and your ice rink that always felt cold and empty was finally completed with them and your heart was finally filled up with Jeno’s heart, both of them becoming inseparable from now on. 

Two hearts that always lived apart finally met to create an unbreakable bond that will last forever.

[kaepopsicle]

Will you do the same fanfic moot thing? 🥰😊☺️

yes yes yes I will <33 — this is going to be really long lmao

[ @sarahbkwl ]

crack fluff — her and ten go to an art museum and compare each other to the weird looking statues and paintings

[ @rr0zu ]

romantic fluff — absolutely beautiful words and just paints a pretty picture, her and jaehyun walking down New York City while holding hands // wearing semi matching outfits ,, the sun going down behind them

[ @starrdustville ]

holiday fluff — her and doyoung putting up Christmas decorations and he lifts her up to put the star on the tree and he says something like “you’re the prettiest star of them all.”

[ @himitsu-luna ]

literally just fluff — taeil and her baking cupcakes but ends up messing them and up and just putting frosting on each other tehehehe

[ @floweringtheflowers ]

crack teen — her in the library with mark and they’re trying to study but keeps kicking each other under the table and end up throwing books and paper balls at earth other

[ @babyyangx2 ]

more romantic fluff — her and yangyang at an arcade and he’s trying very hard to get a stuffie for her (and him) from the claw machine

[ @beomqyu-s ]

fluff — she is going to an amusement park with txt and you guys are all cute and matching and having fun ,, trying to scare each other on the rides

[ @hangsxng ]

crack fluff — they are going to a mall with jaemin and they do that cute tiktok trend where they close their eyes and pick random pieces of clothing and try them on and have a whole runway show for each other

[ @ncitythoughts ]

pretty much all of these are crack fluff — her, john, and taeyong are doing those wine and paint classes but they all just end up messing each others paintings up and get drunk and laugh about it later

[ @imjustuhhvibing ]

shotaro is trying to teach her japanese and he laughs at her pronounciation and he thinks it’s super cute when she gets annoyed at his teasing

[ @yejisea ]

chenle and her going to see a scary movie and chenle ends up getting scared and spilling the popcorn on both of them

[ @liudejuns ]

friday night bf vibes — her and xiaojun chilling at in their apartment,, jun is playing his guitar singing to her while she’s laying on the couch watching him,, has her arm resting on the back of the sofa while she’s smiling at him

[ @yongsprout ] (ope you changed your name uwu)

taeyong was playing among us with her and he turns out to be the imposter and kills her — and immediately goes to apologize to her - “ahhh I’m so sorry !! I had toooo”

[ @junguwuta ]

her and jungwoo were watching a cooking show and trying to recreate the dish — ends up causing the smoke alarms to siren and the rest of the members run in thinking there was a fire and turns out it was just them, standing with powder on their faces

[ @strwberryneo ]

jisung and her are playing video games and she’s beating him so he messes up her controller so he can win and she ends up tackling him and they playfight and chenle walks in stares at them and walks out not wanting to know what happened

[ @heartyyjeno ]

jeno finally convinced her to go on a run with him and she does but ends up getting tired half way through so he carries her the rest of the way and they get ice cream

[ @mairah-shaikh ]

winwin, kun, and her go out to eat for dinner, and start discussing random conversations they think people at the restaurant are having

[ @btsastro ]

her and jungkook are filming a YouTube video where jungkook tries to do her makeup and ends up failing and starts laughing at how funny she looks

[ @fairvtale ]

lucas starts messing around and plays with her makeup and comes out at her looking like a clown and mocks her by saying “I’m the prettiest princess of all look at mee”

[ @johns-marshmallow ]

she’s in car with johnny and ‘do you want a build a snowman’ comes on so the two blast it and start scream singing it

[ @tinystupidwitch ]

goes out with hendery and he ends up hearing bad alive playing on the radio and starts crack dancing to it in public and she’s trying to act like she doesn’t know him but he starts dancing on her

[ @cloudychannieee ]

her and renjun were sitting on the floor painting and chilling until she decides to fuck up and put paint on his face and he decides to put paint on her face and they end up painting each other and getting paint everywhere and jaemin and doyoung come in and scolds you guys

[ @bbyyangiex2 ]

her and sungchan were at a gas station late at night to get some snacks and sungchan was making fun of her bc she couldn’t reach the top shelf and he grabs stuff for her while she kicks his shins and goes to get a slurpy

[ @moonbvul ]

haechan and her were playing just dance for fun but then they started getting intense and it turned into a competition and they just get super worked up and start getting all sweaty and tired but he wins and rubs it in her face while she smacks him

[ @danishmiilk ]

winwin was trying to read a book but she kept on bugging him and poking her head above the book trying to get his attention ;; he was trying to avoid her but she kept doing it until he finally put the book away and picked up up and asked her what she wanted — and she just wanted a hug

[ @yutaaaaaa ]

yuta and her were in osaka and she was so excited looking around seeing everything and freaking out while yuta was uwuing and blushing at how cute she is and gets her some stuffies and food and so when they end up getting back to the hotel her hands are full with goodies

[ @sush-iii ]

her and lucas were going shopping at a local grocery store — you decided to sit inside the shopping cart as he pushed you around, lowkey running you into things, you guys scream and laugh trying not to break anything

[ @thatkpopmeme ]

a fall / halloween au — chenle and jisung and her were exploring an graveyard at night, chenle was all excited while jisung was hiding behind her. not letting her go, and chenle ends up scaring the shit out of the two of them and laughs about it bc haha he thinks it’s so funny

[ @calypsohan ]

another holiday/birthday au — winwin and him were out getting snacks and soda for the party that ten was throwing, they end up goofing around and get everything except for the soda and snacks

[ @peachyhan ]

college au — jaemin and her were practicing for their dance final coming up and they had to master a salsa routine, you guys end up falling and laughing and not being able to take it seriously — but have a lot fun doing it

[ @ncteaxhoe ]

I want to say smut with John and Jae but I’m going to be fluffy and say it would be like a sleepover with Mark, and them, and you guys end up having a dance party at 2 am and doyoung comes in screaming at you to shut up

[ @ex0tic-vgh ]

was playing monopoly with markhyuck and mark ends up going to jail and haechan lands on his property having to pay him but he refuses bc and I quote “I’m not paying a criminal” (yes this is basically an au of that tiktok sound so all creds goes to that person he made it tehe — but imagine how accurate and funny that would be)

[ @seostudios ]

was sleeping peacefully on a Saturday when best friend!renjun comes in and literally jumps on top of her yelling for her to get up bc it’s his birthday and he wants to go party and get w a s t e d

[ @du0tine ]

goes skiing while yangyang and xiaojun and they were at the top and xiaojun got scared so yang being the bitch that he is pushes him down,, he ends up falling and being okay but throws a big chunk of snow in yangs face, and they end up snow fighting with solange is just trying to ski

[ @henderyprince ]

her and hendery were setting up a birthday party for kun but gets distracted but the decorations and ends up sucking up the helium balloons and makes a diss track with their voices sounding all funny — they also film a video of them dancing with the streamers acting like ballet dancers or ice skaters

[ @flytomyparadise ]

two words taeyong , rollerskating — you guys go rollerskating and he tries to act all poised and cool but ends up falling on his flat ass — and you skate over there laughing at him asking if he needs help up and he ends up pulling you down with him and you guys sit there in the middle of the rink laughing at each other

[ @mignonmark ]

mark meeting her family for the first time and he’s really nervous but she lets him know that they will love him no matter what — but he is still unsure so he asks john and jae for advice and they give him big brother help and it’s just pure and adorable bc he gets her mother flowers and is super respectful to her dad

OKAY I THINK I GOT ALL MY MOOTS — don’t be afraid to let me know if i forgot someone I don’t want anyone to feel left out — <333

[springday-aus]

Hockey Player!AU with Mark

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Group: NCT

Member: Mark Lee 

Genre: fluff, romance 

Additionally: college!au

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: approx. 2.3k 

→ Inspired by NCT U’s 90s Love! 

I’m gonna be completely honest: I don’t know shit about hockey so apologizes in advance

Mark is a left-winger for the team

he plays for his university’s team and they’re actually pretty good

within the three-ish years that he’s been on the team, they’ve won a couple of championships

it’s not really hard considering that Mark takes everything too seriously

(at least that’s what Donghyuk says during practice all the time)

Johnny somewhere: “okay Mark”

Yuta: “let’s not overreact Mark”

Taeyong: “leave my son alone”

Mark: “I’m a grown adult…”

Taeyong: “shhh”

since he used to play for his team back in hometown, he naturally joined the university’s team

he was a natural and everyone easily took a liking to him

especially since now they have someone to make fun of constantly

by they, I literally mean just Donghyuk

I’m just kidding—it’s all in good fun because it just shows how close they are

Mark is just that one college kid that’s still cute even when he’s not a freshman anymore

the other team members still treat him like the youngest even though YangYang and Sungchan are like

👁👄👁 hello ?

speaking of which, their teamwork is incredible and it shows through their games

and, on the rare occasions that they don’t win, they still have dinner together afterwards

well, it’s less of dinner and more of drinks and strategizing what went wrong—which are kind of depressing but it’s fine

at least that’s what Sicheng says as captain, but it sounds like denial

anyways, even though Ten is the co-captain, they all work to make their play plan together

they all contribute ideas, especially since they’ve been in the positions they’ve been in for, like, ever

anyways

again, Mark is like really good

so you know he got that bombass scholarship

and that’s what really pushes him to do well bc let’s be real, college is e x p e n s i v e

he also likes ice skating in general because the cold reminds him of home

so he’s one of those hockey players that also likes figures skaters and it’s funny because he gets so many weird looks from the others

(altho, Jeno goes with him sometimes bc he’s nice)

back to what I was saying tho: Mark is really good

despite his personality, he’s a bit more aggressive on the ice—considering he’s a forward

Donghyuk, the right-winger: he makes sense

there’s the passive aggressive-ness

Mark? who knew he had some strength to him when it’s actually applied

seriously, have you seen his thighs?

speaking of which, the team serves a lot of looks

which means a lot of speculators that show up to the games

which means lots of fans

people typically come for the looks, but then stay for the games bc the team is very underrated

they actually win games and everything but like

advertising for the team? nonexistent

@stupid college funding distributions that focus on mediocre sports like football

so, where do you fall into the mix? you’re an og stan

you’ve been in the stands since you entered university

it didn’t even have anything to do with the members (altho, it is nice to have some eye-candy)

you just……… like hockey

even if you don’t understand much about it

it’s just… interesting to watch

so, whenever the season rolls around, you go to the games

but to say over the years that you didn’t develop a particular attachment to our boy Mark…… is an absolute lie

so, do you have a crush on Mark?

yes

but also like

who doesn’t have a crush on Mark

this man is literally so talented and nice and adorable and he just makes you want to take care of him all the time and ugh

one of your friends went to a game with you and literally was just like “oh he’s cute”

You: “we know”

he’s def one of those guys who everyone has or has had a crush on at some point

and you are no different

the thing is that you are fine with not ever confessing because you’re happy with just being on the sidelines because you’ve. literally. just been on the sidelines…

the idea of confessing feels ridiculous bc realistically, what would you mean to some guy that literally e v e r y person has a crush on?

the thing is though is that Mark knows you

at least, he knows of your presence

if he didn’t, it would be embarrassing considering that you come to every game - he’s got loyalty unless some people

Ten: “who?”

Mark: “dude”

Donghyuk: “is this another one of your imaginary friends?”

Mark: “I TOLD YOU THAT IN CONFIDENCE”

jkjk , they all kind of know you, considering you’re one of the more consistent faces since they’ve been playing in these games (primarily the home ones bc free tickets for students but still)

you also don’t paint your face or anything—you just show up in your university sweatshirt with a couple of those foam light up sticks or something

again, not that wild like signs with his face or anything

you’re just…. a spectator

but yeah, Mark knows of you as a loyal fan ?

who also is kind of cute when you’re cheering for them

I want to emphasize that you have gone to, like, nearly every game, but the main ones you’ve *always* have gone to are the home games bc they’re more convenient

or the final games bc hello

they’re the finals, why the fuck would you miss the finals

I emphasize this because, when you’ve suddenly gone down with the flu, you literally cannot make it to the finals championship game

you thought: no one was gonna notice your absence anyways

haha, you thought

anyways

your friends figured you were sick from the beginning and were like, my friend, it’s flu season, stay away from me and pls stay at home

(wash your hands kids, it’s still covid season)

so you didn’t go and stayed in and binged watched iCarly or something

meanwhile, during the game, Mark was like

where... where are you???

so homeboy is highkey distracted and lowkey worried bc did you die???

(you were dying bc of your clogged nostrils, but otherwise, no)

they somehow managed to win by a couple of points so it was kind of fine

but the teasing was increased by all of Mark’s friends

i.e. Johnny, Donghyuk, Jaehyun, and everyone else

come on, it’s so easy to make fun of him

but like he doesn’t care about any of it bc he was worried about you

which got him thinking

why is he worried about someone whose name he doesn’t even know? is there something more? why is there something more? he literally doesn’t know you? except that you come to the games and you’re really cute cheering him on? what is this?

you know, ✨just Mark things✨

this bothered him for quite a bit more than he liked to admit

and it’s about a couple of days later

things are normal and you don’t feel like everything is dripping out of your nose

until you’re walking through campus from your class

and there’s some footsteps running from behind you that makes you coil up into a semi-standing ball bc you thought a bunch of frat boys were just excited or some shit

but then the footsteps stop at you and you’re standing there, wide-eyed

in front of an out of breath Mark

he was walking out of his class with Jaemin and he spotted you from across the quad

and immediately ran to you

Jaemin: I was talking but okay

this isn’t about you Jaemin

anyways

Mark is in front of you, panting and you’re just like sir?

You: “how are you out of breath? aren’t you an athlete?”

Mark: “oh my God, you’re just like Donghyuk”

you give him a bit of time (and some water bc he seemed like he needed it)

and once he’s caught his breath, he stands up and blurts it out

Mark: “what happened to you during the championship?”

You: “....................... what?”

seeing you blink at him confused, he can feel his ears reddening when he’s realized the situation he’s put himself into

Mark: “um, I just”

Mark: “I noticed that you weren’t at the game”

You: still confused bc how does he know about you

You: “huh?”

Mark: oh my God this is the wrong person, want to die

Mark: “you know what, I have the wrong person, I’m just gonna bounce I am so sorry—”

he starts backing up, but you aren’t letting him escape

You: “whoawhoawhoawhoawhoa, hold up hold up”

You: “I didn’t even know that you knew that I knew you”

You: “wait, did you run here just to ask me that?”

Mark is full on flushed at this point bc of all the questions and realizations and it’s all crashing down on him all too soon

and now you have this mischievous look in your eyes that remind him of Ten when he’s clowning Doyoung and he feels like he’s made a mistake

a good mistake but still a mistake

You: “is it?”

Mark: “well, you like, show up to all of our games and you didn’t go to the finals so I didn’t know if anything happened”

You: “oh, I got sick and I figured I shouldn’t be going into giant crowds while having my insides die internally”

You: “but, I did hear from my friends, congrats btw”

Mark: “thanks”

Mark: “are you feeling better tho?”

You: “yeah, but like, my throat is still kind of shitty”

Mark: “oh, if you want, I have a couple of friends who might be able to cook something up for your throat”

Mark: “I’d offer to make something, but Kun doesn’t let me in the kitchen anymore after finding out about the egg incident”

You: “the egg incident?”

Mark: “I can’t cook, like. at all.”

You: “I think I’m good, I was just gonna go get some tea to make it less scratchy or something”

Mark: “I can walk you?”

You: “sure”

so you two go to a cafe or something for you to get some warm tea and you two end up talking and you get to know each other a bit

and then you end up trading numbers and you make some time together

since Mark doesn’t have to go to practice until the next season, his time has opened up considerably

sometimes you study together

other times, you go check out some other places nearby campus

(eventually, you did get to try Taeyong, Jaehyun, and Kun’s food, to which there was no turning back at that point bc they make the best kind of food—free)

you’re basically dating at this point and his friends know you as his significant other so

Chenle: “is (Y/N) gonna be here?”

Mark: “no? it’s our movie night”

Donghyuk: “aren’t you dating tho?”

Mark: “what”

he told you he took it casually and cool, but considering how red his ears were getting when he told you………………. cute

Mark: “c-can you believe they thought we were dating?”

You: “is that not what we’re doing?”

Mark: “what?”

you both established your relationship after that and Mark got a lot more shy and it’s super adorable bc it makes you wanna take care of him and ugh

he’s precious okay

also cut to him trying to ask the other guys for advice, but then he gets embarrassed as Johnny and Ten tries to educate him about love

or how Lucas gives him cheesy lines to use on you

these boys are having a field day and Xiaojun and Doyoung have never felt more at peace

anyways

def the nervous type that he can’t even hold your hand and keeps asking if it’s okay

so you’re the top of this relationship bc he’s a shy lil boy

after a bit tho, he gets more comfortable and it’s great

he’ll get teased often right? when it happens in front of you, he just runs to you with a whine of your name and buries his face into your neck

and you end up yelling at someone

it’s cute tho

bc they def see you both as an adorable couple

when the hockey season starts rolling around again, you def spend more time at the practices—whether you’re there to watch, do your homework, or just help motivate him to play better

you started dressing up more too, especially since he gave you his jersey so you started wearing them to the games (and also face paint bc Jungwoo had some extra for an unknown reason)

and you make Mark Lee signs and it’s super cute

Sicheng also invites you to the afterparty dinners bc why not

also, remember that thing I said about watching figure skaters?

you two watch the Olympics for that and it’s like tradition now for you two to settle in front of the tv with snacks and watch them skate

so, since he’s an athlete, he has to be careful with his body bc then like scholarship will go poof

that means some of your dates might be physically limited

like he’ll go mini-golfing with you, but he can’t go to like self-defense classes with you

he’ll go to support you but if his foot gets busted, his coach and the rest of the team will be on his ass and he feels a bit bad about it but like you understand

considering that you absolutely refuse to get on the ice bc hockey is hard people

speaking of hockey, you told Mark he’s hot when he plays and he was FLUSHED

bc like the look in his eyes and the way he carries himself…. reminds you of when you’re doing some more………...steamy activities

anyways, stan Mark Lee

he’s a sweetheart who works so hard and you’re there to provide him with lots of love

[amakumos]

go figure! － profiles 1.

SYNOPSIS being a popular actress, it’s common for you to be invited to reality shows. but when your company agrees for you to join a reality show where you’ll have to live with another celebrity for a month, you get paired up with the person you least expect to be partnered with. your partner just so happens to be park sunghoon, olympic figure skater - and also, your celebrity crush.

ABOUT!

y/n － user yassyn. popular actress who starred as the female lead of kdrama ‘love alarm’ alongside park jay. her celebrity crush is olympic figure skater park sunghoon, and she never shuts up about him.

park sieun － user sieunpriv. former actress and now idol in the girl group stayc. met y/n through acting together on a show, and they have been best friends since. concerned about the amount of times y/n watches sunghoon’s programs daily.

bae sumin － user freesumin. member of stayc. met y/n through sieun, and they’re now very close. started watching figure skating because of y/n, but she watches the ladies’ event more often.

park jay － user jaysthoughts. y/n’s co-star in love alarm. very close friends and have good chemistry together. during the times when they’re filming together they will always have some little friendly competition going on between them.

yang jungwon － user yjwonie. became friends with y/n after they worked on the same movie together. doesn’t do many acting projects often but when he does they’re always a hit.

kim sunoo － using sunooing. famous actor, and met y/n at an award show when they were sitting next to one another and instantly clicked. sunoo knows almost (if not most) of y/n’s secrets.

choi yunjin (jinni) － using jinni928373738. member of nmixx and y/n’s childhood friend. was there when y/n watched a figure skating program for the first time. also her biggest cheerleader whenever y/n has new projects to be released.

liu yangyang － user yangx2. member of nct / wayv and met y/n through a variety show. has playful arguments with y/n about whether basketball is better than figure skating or vice versa. kind of the crackhead of the friend group.

kim sejeong － user godsejeong. worked with y/n on school 2017. cares for y/n a lot and y/n sees her as somewhat of a mentor figure. very busy due to her new dramas but always makes time to meet up with y/n and talk.

profiles one － simp nation! next ♡ masterlist

authors note: hehe profiles of y/n's friend group !! and some descriptions yass !! posting this before i head off to camp slayyy ^_^

GO FIGURE! a sunghoon smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, slight angst, mutual pining, figure skating au pairing: figure skater! sunghoon x actress! fem! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps, photos of kim minju will be used to visualise outfit / concepts for y/n! taglist is OPEN!

[tenderlyrenjun]

time out: the prequel

↦ summary: here it is, the beginning - not of your rivalry but of your fucking relationship (pun intended)

↦↦ includes: excessive use of commas, yelling (?), slight rich kid au, car sex/safe sex (!): dick sucking, fingering, little bit of a praise kink, and penetration; it’s kind of a soft fic, like tender

↦ hockey co-captain/architecture major!jeno x figure skater/bio major!reader

11,6k words (i am so sorry) | preview one, preview two | main part

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a/n: i think that this is going to be my last attempt at posting fics. if it doesn’t work out, if people don’t comment or don’t like this one, i really don’t know what else i can do except stop.

Hockey practice, tonight, ended on a pretty low note – for the entire team, yeah, but none more than their zealous co-captain, Lee Jeno, who left the locker rooms deaf to any worried remarks. ‘Are you okay?’ followed him pointlessly, because everyone already knew how he felt going into the rink.

If Jeno’s demeanor did not make it evident, Renjun, who accompanied Yangyang after a figure skating competition, gave a repeating throat slicing gesture, signaling not to test the guy’s patience. Captain Lee 2.0 (nicknamed per birth order) already had a rough week: physics exam Tuesday afternoon, a huge digital technology project due Wednesday morning, a series of advanced geometry proofs to study for next week’s pop quiz, etc. But he stayed up, regardless, chained to a desk in his apartment, ordering Postmates everyday because he had no time to cook, wanting solely to focus on understanding and creating new plays for the season, possibly more than his maths class (but his parents don’t see his grades, so it’s fine). It’s just … This is his first full season as captain (or co-captain as people will not let him forget), after having been asked by Mark during last school year’s bye week. And to commemorate the promotion, he really, really wants to break the team’s losing streak. It has been going on for a few years, since the last official playmaker joined the NHL in North America. You know, good for him, hope he’s happy and healthy, Jeno guessed, shrugging begrudgingly, but there has been no obvious starting point to rebuild the same success in the team’s current lineup. Playmakers do not just drop into existence! People work insanely hard for that position – which is what Jeno tries to do. Not that it is particularly working out at the moment.

The playmaker is fast, super-fast, like Quicksilver fast, but Sungchan, their tallest player, can lap him twice in less than a minute. The playmaker keeps his eye out for openings on the ice, usually scoring more assists than goals, but Mark, his other half and co-captain, when he is on the ice, not in line, stands and observes during the game before making any moves, which typically lead into assists anyways – Mark actually got an award in high school, twice, for most assists in the league, and this season looks like he may be on track for the same thing. The only thing Jeno has in common with any playmaker is the forward position, the most advantageous position to score, at least, more than defence or goalie. Although, Haechan pulled a Hextall during one of the initiation practices, and the memory will keep him in the goalie spot, assuming that he can recreate it in an actual game. But, despite all the reverence, each player still has areas to improve upon. Jeno does not want to be in a position where all the “good” players are benched, or where, God forbid, someone gets too injured and the entire team has to forfeit a win because Jeno did not invest time into every. single. member.

For this exact reason, Yangyang, their newest member, lacking any real prior skill (also a weak link at the moment), was assigned 6AM solo drill practices. Okay, well, not assigned per se – Mark told Jeno that he cannot do that, or film their practices, because he gets a bit … too obsessed. But once Jeno found out that Yangyang started going the extra mile, it felt like a loophole, and he started giving out more guidance, a.k.a. specific drills that he knows would help Yangyang not only get in a good practice but also improve his skill. Jeno can simply pray that someone will eventually become available to practice a one-on-one arch backchecking – he would do it, but he has an 8AM, and the drill would make him skip class. Hockey is important to him, just not as vital as his architecture degree (the main thing he is in college for … although, he cannot blame anyone if they assumed he planned on going pro). Jeno has enough self-control to recognize when not to play – doesn’t mean he likes it though. And unfortunately, Yangyang is not the only … hurdle this year. Haechan, who inherited his number (66) from a graduating senior last year and typically plays defence, has not fared as well as his namesake, or older brother, with the new plays lately. But, considering the irreplicable (but hopefully replicable) goalie shot, Jeno keeps Haechan, on the ice, opposite Winwin – both as goalies, a position that Haechan has not held since little league. And Sungchan, the team’s most recent high school graduate, and former varsity star player, like Mark (!) … Actually, don’t get Jeno started on Sungchan.

The maknae is friends, a dongsaeng to, his mortal enemy.

Alright, hardly a mortal enemy, but Jeno does not consider you one of the friendliest people. You are too argumentative against him, branding your name in a golden calligraphy at the forefront of his hippocampus, drawn like the Illuminated Manuscript. Literally anyone would debate that the two of you are symmetrical, but the last year or two has shown that two sides of the same coin describes your relationship way better – you both obsess over your individual sports (figure skating and ice hockey, respectively), but where Jeno dedicates himself to the rink, you hog it, or, at least, that is how he sees it. You see him exactly as he sees you – passion tainted by frustration, framed as hatred. And it’s not like people haven’t pointed it out the similarities; Jeno believes Renjun’s exact words were, ‘just fuck and get it over with’ (he doesn’t know if Renjun was serious or not). And if he is not mistaken, your coach encouraged you to ‘make nice’. You are the one who cannot get through the irritation, the screaming matches, the – the dry mouth and headaches an-and feeling flushed before, during, or after an argument. And him, too. You always leave, always leave him staring, jaw clenched tightly, eyebrows frozen deeply into his face.

In fact, to really further his perspective (that the problem is you), Jeno was nice, earlier in the day, before practice; he wanted to be nice, to you.

Jeno was heading into practice sooner than the others, as he usually does (Mark arrives early too, a couple minutes after Jeno, to set up the rink and go over practice goals), but this time Sungchan texted him, asking for a ride, delaying Jeno’s typical entrance). Their youngest member generally catches a ride from you, which Jeno absolutely abhors because it means that he has to see you, but Sungchan’s license is still on the way and he does not have a car at the moment (all ice teams use an off-campus rink, the one on Anam, and Jeno seems to schedule practice for the most inconvenient times, a.k.a. all the damn time). But, like, half a minute before Jeno got to Sungchan’s dorm – literally as he turned into the carpark – the giant Bambi dude texted that he had a friend emergency at a different dorm, not even a dorm! An apartment building. The SoHo Apartments, where you live.

How Sungchan got there, Jeno will never know, yet he still went. Jeno still went, despite knowing that there was a near 100% chance of running into you. He wanted to assume that Sungchan was simply being a fiercely loyal friend, hopefully to that one upperclassman in the med school, Jungwoo (Jeno only knows about him because Jaemin mentioned him in passing), but no! Sungchan sauntered out of the building, you on his arm wearing loose black pants and a number 27 jersey – probably one of Sungchan’s backups, which is technically against the rules (!). Players are not allowed to give out their jerseys … during game season. Off season is fine, but not during. It is the only rule Mark agreed to so quickly, solely because it is practical. They are all college students, and only have so much free time, especially with the way Jeno wants to get everyone in shape; therefore, laundry days are limited, meaning that their jerseys are limited.

So, Jeno totally protested! … Silently, of course – biting his lip, taking out his anger via extra tight grip on the steering wheel, just left of the horn, almost sounding the alarm. Like, fucking hell, if his day could get any worse, he thought.

Except, apparently, you got dumped, or stood up, or whatever – he was not particularly paying attention – before heading out to some rare house party around Anam. But, like, see; This is why Jeno cannot stand your personality (overbearing priss): you are still going to that party, braving face, even though something devastating happened. So fucking concerned with public appearances, and for what? People date the wrong person! It happens! Your ego cannot be that ginormous. And come to think of it, he has never even seen you alone. You are always with someone: your coach, another skater; Sungchan; some guy who you probably met on Tinder, etc. He has never even seen you standing awkwardly in line at the on-campus coffee place between classes, staring at your phone just to look busy – not that he does it … often. Sometimes he will carry a playbook or annotate his geometry notes while waiting.

Still, Jeno let it slide (not without an eyeroll thought); he let all of it slide, saying nothing, just to get to practice faster, and get you out of his backseat faster. He glanced at you in the rear-view mirror a couple of times, briefly, during the short trip, just to verify that you are, in fact, upset, or, at least, displaying some human emotion other than the contempt he has become accustomed to over the last two years. And you were, kinda sad. So, if his gazes started to soften, that was between him and God. Although, to really keep up his appearance, he made you walk to the party from the rink, claiming that it is literally a less-than-ten-minute walk and the sun had not even set yet, much to your disdain. Sungchan protested for you, obviously caught in the middle like a child of divorce, but you relented, knowing, along with Jeno, that you cannot really complain because he did give you a ride, when he was in a position to abandon you on the side of the road. You only took, maybe, three steps before Sungchan ran after you, claiming that practice did not start for another half hour at least, once again reversing the roles and leaving Jeno alone.

Honestly, Jeno thinks as he sits in his car, head pressed against the steering wheel, a once-again-empty carpark in front of him, he feels abandoned. Stupid Mark and ending the Cross Fire drills early. Just because “it’s a Saturday night” and “Everyone deserves a time to rest”. Hockey is the rest! That is his stress relief!

Ugh!

Jeno considers going back inside for some solo practices – he could even try the ones that he assigned Yangyang, just to make sure those drills are effective for any skill level, as a precaution, on the off-chance that someone else starts solo practicing as well (the team really needs them; it’s just hard because everyone had different majors and other commitments). But Jeno recently showered and changed into his favorite shirt – the sweater-like one with thick black stripes and white stripes, and skinny black and purple stripes across the white stripes. He paired it with some black joggers and silver accessories, a chain connecting a belt loop to his wallet. The outfit is cozy enough for him to fall asleep in, so he could, alternatively, head home for the evening. But his apartment acts like a revolving door for both him and his roommate, Jaemin, his earliest childhood friend from all the way back in elementary school (along with Haechan, but he lives on-campus still). Jaemin inconveniently joined a study group for the MEET (medicine major entrance exam) though, hence why there is no number 42 (Jaemin’s jersey number) on SNU’s current hockey lineup. He said something about the sport being too time consuming for his major, and he prefers to sleep, if he gets the chance. Unfortunately, Jeno needs his emotional support attachment doll right now – to either vent or to spot him at the gym, the one on-campus is open 24-hours, mostly for the Olympian athletes but they have a healthier sleep schedule, so they use it at normal functioning people hours (a.k.a. daytime). Jeno can only really lean on Jaemin right now, because Renjun (a friend from high school; the latest addition to their friend group) is utterly obsessed with some student in Kun’s class; Mark is eternally busy with a thousand other commitments; going to Sungchan seems like a sort of treason – to what? To whom? Against himself? Jeno cannot answer for certain. And so he bangs his head on the steering wheel center (thank God that he inadvertently had the foresight to not turn on the ignition yet, otherwise the carpark would basically hear one elongated, yet comical, alarm scream). Maybe he just needs to befriend more people, particularly people outside his team and (high school) graduating cohort. Well, he received the foresight to learn about the party on Anam, so he could make friends there, and being semi-popular, he might already know a person or two there (besides you, of course), allowing himself to ease into the setting more gracefully.

Jeno groans again, hitting his head successively on the horn a few times. Jaemin did tell him to go out more. But, Jeno reminds himself, slowly sitting up, tilting his head to the side, he is, technically, outside right now. He just … would not be as alone if he went to the party, a party. Then, he groans again, erecting his spine against the chair, hair thumping on the headrest. He doesn’t even know why he debates himself. People must be meeting up right now – literally anywhere other than a stupid house party! No one even throws house parties! And in a city that, essentially, never sleeps? In Seoul? Yeah, right. Plus, it is the weekend, party time!

Jeno digs through his pants until finding his phone. It feels colder than the ice rink, even the bright, 96%-charged screen cannot warm his hands, or the car. First, he opens Twitter, scrolling through his main account with random follows, but his DMs, mentions, and timeline suggest something else going on. Everyone is either coupled up, depressingly pining, or just staying in. It forces him to close the app without bothering to switch accounts (the other would tell the same story, only unfiltered), a deep sigh erupting from his diaphragm, through his nose. He tries Instagram next, tapping through stories, public and private, like rejections on Tinder – not that he has it. Jeno refuses to download the stupid app, no matter what Mark’s equally stupid intro psych class says (Mark isn’t even a psych major!). But all his friends seem to be eating out, doing karaoke, studying, etc., in small groups. Like, Jeno knows that house parties are usually saved for special occasions: moving into a new place, national holiday celebrations, Chuseok, etc., but it offers more control than, like, some random 1-hour coffee thing. And all the clubbing invites are such a turn off because it sounds so sweaty, and, again, he just took a shower. Ugh, all the people who come to mind are diving into Seoul’s night life. Annoying.

Jeno grumbles something incoherently and does not have the faintest idea what the sound could, should, or would have been. Practice was absolute hell on his voice, yelling over skates scratching new ice chips to the surface and carbon fiber sticks hitting steel posts. He rubs his neck between his thumb and index finger, rolling his head around his shoulders. Yanno, alcohol is in medicine, so, he thinks hesitantly, a bottle of soju will help.  (no, it won’t).

Hongjoong’s entire party cheers for Jeno when he walks through the foyer, showing off a bottle of sansachun like the trophy he wants so bad, in one hand, above his head, and a 12-pack box of soju by his thigh in the other hand. Jeno inhales shakily, breath hitching at his thin smile, ego slightly boosted but … disappointing. And after the applause dies down, he tries to find comfort in something familiar, looking for anyone recognizable. But everyone turned around just as quickly as they looked up. Well, everyone except you. Your outfit is different from earlier – a new, black skirt, a short skirt, not covering your legs; a tight, quarter-sleeved crop top; and a pair of maroon Converse, making him realize how much you rely on ice skates to elevate you (and your narcissism). He only spotted you first, in the crowd, because you were part of the scarce few facing him and you rolled your eyes to Yeeun beside you, most likely about him, muttering snidely (as expected of a shrew), but he could not discern it, as you said it into your red solo cup. And since Yeeun is a friend to the both of you, Jeno takes a step to defend himself, his socks slipping on the glazed wooden floor.

Juyeon, a basketball player and fellow winter sports mate, thankfully catches Jeno by the arm.

“Hey, man,” Juyeon waves, slowly releasing. He moves two hands between them, gesturing to take the alcohol into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” Jeno comments, voice low and strained, “again.” He rubs his Adam’s apple into his larynx, for some relief on his vocal cords. The motion generates a yawn, which does release some tension, just not enough, so he gives it one more go, then points at a near by table with bright neon colors. “What is all that for?”

Juyeon glances over his shoulder. Hongjoong, ever the art major, displayed pretty glowsticks, uncracked right now, alongside jelly bracelets and gel pens under a crumpled piece of construction paper too far away for either blind boy to read without their glasses. “Uhh,” he hesitates, then snaps his fingers loudly, a few people (you included) looking around for the source of the sound. You accidentally make eye contact with Jeno and glare at him, to which he rolls his eyes at. He almost returns to Juyeon when he catches sight of the blue bracelet peeking out of your sleeve. “Those,” Juyeon interrupts, “are for some game.” He lifts his wrist up, shifting all the bottles on his waist, to show off his own red bracelet. “You pick a color, and if someone steals it, you gotta do that action. Like, if Gahyeon stole mine, I’d have to give her a kiss.”

“On the lips?” Jeno asks for clarification. The rules seem vague.

Juyeon pauses and tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes a bit. “No, I don’t think so. The party is based on consent.” Then he shakes his head. “I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to kissing her, but if I didn’t want to, I guess I’d just kiss her cheek or hand or do a body shot off her stomach again.”

“Again?” Jeno raises an eyebrow.

Juyeon playfully shoves him at the chest, shuffling the bottles as they lose balance on his hip. He almost loses them to the floor, so he moves them into the kitchen while Jeno is still giggling. Then, after Juyeon leaves a lonely hockey player, Jeno walks around to the table with all the stuff on it and reads the note that neither Juyeon nor he could see from six feet away, without their glasses:

Entrance fee: write your name on a slip and place it in a jar! Two names will be called every hour for 7 Minutes in Heaven. The only rule (besides be a decent human being) is don’t fuck in my closet. Thanks.

He scribbles his name in a tiny font, hoping that if he writes illegibly, then Hongjoong would not be able to read it out loud in front of everyone. There are also about a hundred names, give or take a few, so realistically, he has, like, no chance of actually being called, hence why he is more inclined to drop his name in the jar than, say, the Swear Jar that Haechan installed at practice. Still though, he flicks it in before reading the list of acts associated with each jelly bracelet color:

Pick up one jelly bracelet to play!

Red – a kiss

Pink – flashing (a body part)

Yellow – a hug

Green – oral

Blue – spanking

Purple – a hickey

Black – sex

Rules:

Steal someone’s bracelet to “get” their prize.

If you don’t want to give them your prize, then stand on a table and make out with your hand for 30 seconds, make sure the people are watching.

You gotta be clean to play. All rule breakers will be immediately blacklisted from any future activities.

Jeno thumbs at a black jelly braclet, pondering that last sentence.

During second semester freshman year, there was a chlamydia outbreak in one of the dorms. Basically the entire floor got it. So, like, totally fair statement. Especially since Jaemin caught, too, and was majorly pissed about the antibiotics – doxycycline, which he ended up forgetting to take a dose of, twice, and gave him a raging headache right before a stats exam. Probably another reason why Jaemin is taking a break from the dating scene (in addition to the biochem incident). Jeno remembers that he almost mistook one of the pills for mint gum until Jaemin quite literally smacked it out of his hand, then ate it off the floor (five second rule). And maybe he has a thing for spanking because he chooses a blue bracelet as well.

Slowly, Jeno starts adjusting to the party, his fingers no longer twitching at his phone. He puts his hands above his hips, thinking back to what he was going to do before Juyeon explained the party’s general rules. It looks like other people are just talking, scrolling through Tinder, mixing drinks – being casual. Rooms overflow with people leaning on doorframes, trying to relax vertically since all the horizontal places are taken – the couches, the floor pillows, the bedrooms (probably). Jeno scans his eyes further into the living, searching for someone familiar, then he spots you and Yeeun. Well, you first. He noticed that he always does this: sees you before you see him, and it turns into this whole thing.

You roll your eyes after catching him in the act and put a hand on Yeeun’s arm, loudly whispering as Jeno walks over, “I’m going to talk to Noze. The company around her might be more …” you trail off, intentionally looking Jeno up and down while Yeeun stares at you expectantly, oblivious to his presence. “Tolerable. Bye.”

Yeeun waves you goodbye as well, frowning, lines creasing between her eyebrows, until she spots the your object of … affection. “Oh, hey,” she greets him, a quick kiss on the cheek like a cool aunt, as he leans down to meet her. “I didn’t expect to see you here. How’d you even hear about the party?”

Jeno raises an eyebrow, gesturing to half the room. The population so clearly indicates that the party is not so exclusive. “It looks like half the engineering building heard about the party.” He also nods his head at the revolving door leading into the kitchen. But he knows what she means. Jeno is not the type to go out, much less the type to go to parties. He really only attends post-hockey celebrations or the rare team icebreakers that Mark plans; you know, stuff involving the other players. Jaemin occasionally invites him to a bottoms-up with his lab classmates, but Jeno never says yes to that. He doesn’t like the crowds or not knowing everyone. “There’s like a thousand people here.”

“Ha!” Yeeun laughs at his hyperbole, passing her poktanju to him. “No, it’s gotta be 40 to 50 at most, and you can thank Hongjoong’s roommate for that.” Jeno nods, agreeing, sounds like Seonghwa. “No, but!” Yeeun slaps Jeno’s arm.

“Ow!” Jeno steps back, rubbing his bicep. “You didn’t steal my bracelet; you can’t hit me.”

Yeeun rolls her eyes – he is getting that response a lot tonight. First, you in his own fucking car; then Haechan at practice; then Juyeon; and now his best noona (don’t tell his actual sister)? Wow.

“No, not that,” she says, staring him down, knitting her eyebrows at him, wiping her hand on her pants now, mock disgusted. “And gross by the way. You’re like my little brother.” She takes her drink back and downs another shot. “No, I meant that I thought you had practice tonight. You still haven’t told me what the hell you’re doing here.”

“I heard about it,” Jeno reinforces.

“You said that. Who’d you hear it from?”

“In passing,” Jeno shrugs. But Yeeun smacks him again, and harder, splashing her beer a bit on his sleeve. “Okay, okay. I heard it from Sungchan. Alright, damn.”

“The tall kid?”

“Eung,” Jeno confirms, voice low, distracted while he wipes his wrist drier. “Yeah, the new kid, number 27 on the hockey team.”

“Oh,” Yeeun says slowly, eyes wide, sipping her drink deeply. “But he’s not,” she hesitates, stuttering, “your dongsaeng, right?” They come to the same conclusion – that he shares yet another person with the one he hates most.

“No,” Jeno answers, “but he – Sungchan – is on my team,” he reinforces. And suddenly, he needs that medicinal shot of alcohol to treat his recurring symptoms in the form of a headache now. “So, I heard it from him. Whatever.” He looks above Yeeun’s head, which is not hard to do with the, like, 15-centimeter difference. “Where did Juyeon put the alcohol?”

Yeeun absentmindedly points to the left, her own drink in hand. “I think Hongjoong told him to put it on the island in the kitchen. You’ll see it when you get in there.” Jeno watches her wave at a girl with black hair, already knowing that she is about to leave him, but hey, this time, he has something to do: get alcohol. “Go –“ She pushes him toward the drinks. “– find yourself something to drink. I’ll meet up with you again later.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he waves her off, then hugs her and walks off.

Halfway before he even gets to the door, Jeno bumps his shoulder into yours, and yet another drink spills onto his favorite shirt.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” both of you whisper at each other, the anger radiating far enough to briefly turn some heads.

“Let me pass, Lee,” you bite, suddenly closed off in the narrow hallway; people standing against the opposite wall just talking to each other or behind you, waiting for the bathroom or another drink, or the next best thing.

You have the same look in your eyes as when Jeno first met you. It took a few more meetings, after that one, until he was able to name it: contempt, maybe even irritation, or disrespect. However, unlike now, he was unable to discern why he had been so deserving of your precious scorn; all he did was show up to practice! This time though, Jeno concedes that it was partially his fault. He was weaving between couples and trios, trying not to hit anyone on his way to alcohol; he barely had any in his system, to be so wobbly on his feet, like a drunkard, but he walked too close to the drywall and bounced off it, in an attempt to avoid two people making out, then he hit you right in the shoulder, your arm carrying a shot glass filled to the brim (you would get dinged in a chem lab, Jeno thinks, not that he has taken chemistry recently; he mostly listens to all the ways Jaemin kept failing the lab safety quiz). You spilled peach soju on his wrist and the edge of his shirt, forcing him to lift it enough to show off his sharp v-line, his transversus abdominis, that gets cut off by his pants tied above his waist, rather than at his waist – a tease, honestly.

Jeno’s arm jerks backward, responsively, to force some space away from everyone, mostly you, but your watch snagged on the fabric, pinching the draw string tightened around his hips, wrapping you closer the more that Jeno tries to detangle himself. He takes a step to the wall, shoulders alert, feeling for the rough material until he falls against it. Your waist slumps against his as he drags you with him, and you grumble, ugh, holding out a second while people pass behind you, pushing past you away from the kitchen. Jeno presses your hips down, your feet coming to the ground, his hands resting more on your butt than your lower back, almost like a trap. The hallway is too narrow for this many people, Jeno thinks, wishing that Hongjoong had the sense to either limit how many students could attend or limit Seonghwa’s invites. Although, he probably would not have been able to attend had any of those two events occurred. And his hands tighten with the thought, locking you between his arms. He can feel you stare at him, blocking out the crowd that he watches equally intently.

Once the hallway is empty (or, at least, emptier), you put a hand on Jeno’s pelvis, where your wrist is stuck, and another on his chest, then pump your arm to break free. It fails, the first time, so you use the momentum to crash on his body again and push yourself off. The loud sound creates an asymptotic barrier. On one side, you sigh a heavy relief, touching your bare wrist. On the other, Jeno pats himself down, touching his front muscles down to his belt, where your hands previously were. He almost mirrored your sigh, but then, he found a silicone bracelet, broken, in his shirt folds. It was easy to find, the red color contrasting against his stripes. He is surprised to find it at all, honestly, thumbing it against his long fingers.  You did not push him that hard, certainly not enough to give him, of all people, your bracelet. And it looks like he mistook your color, too; this one, even in the poorly illuminated hallway, is red, a kiss. Would you even give him that so easily?

Jeno looks up at you, from his hands, dangling the thin material delicately, and half-smirks, hoping that he won’t falter. “Looks like you owe me something.”

You roll your eyes. One more time, Jeno thinks, and your face will get stuck like that; you might even go blind. “Kiss my ass.”

“And here I thought you wanted to leave,” Jeno retorts. You suck in a breath, thinning your lips, releasing all the tension through your toes, tapping your heel-less shoes into the ground. He exhales oppositely, exaggeratingly, tone sharp. “You had the privilege of feeling my hands on your body for the last minute, and you still want more?” He whistles lowly and says, “Damn,” appreciatively.

“Just give me back my bracelet, ass.”

“And,” Jeno ignores your interjection, “if anyone knows about privilege, it’s you.”

“Ha-ha,” you assert blatantly, fists and arms tense at your sides, coming lower than your skirt. “At least I’m not a Daechi-dong, dong head,” you spit back. And he crinkles his nose at your attempt to call him a dick. “You’re the one who is barely captain because of nepotism. Or did you make everyone forget with your military drills?”

“Oh really?” Jeno nods his heads sarcastically. “Imagine being a top skater,” he taunts back, “because your coach gets paid to elevate you!”

“At least I am a top skater,” you seethe, purposefully quieting your voice as people start looking away. Your hiss comes out as if telling him to shut up, which he, obviously, takes offence to.

“I would never have guessed,” Jeno scoffs, continuing with a powerful voice. “Sounds like a lie. God knows you’ve never even been on the fucking ice.”

“Because you steal it every fucking day!” You point a finger at him. “What’s it like to constantly work toward playmaker and fail every time?”

“Funny, coming from someone who recently got demoted.”

You slap him.

Jeno stares at you incredulously, jaw clenched. His mouth feels sticky, dry, tongue weighing heavy and raw, and his throat feels hoarse all over again, more agitated now as his neck heats up, just from looking at you. And his voice had already been sore from practice, barely letting out few phrases to his friends. But with you, he becomes compelled to say everything. He opens his mouth to verbally strike back.

“Jeno!”

Hongjoong’s voice rings loud and clear at the end of the hallway. Everyone rotates toward the announcement. At the sight of the host squinting to better read the tiny handwriting, Jeno suddenly remembers the game he entered: 7 Minutes in Heaven. His body stiffens, straightening against the wall, stomach sucking in to pull further from you, though your hand comes to his forearm, dizzily, your body having been alarmed by the declaration.

Then, Hongjoong calls your name, too.

“Fuck,” you and Jeno whisper.

Hongjoong pushes Jeno into the closet first, followed by Chaeyoung pushing you, into Jeno’s arms. As soon as the door closes, you shove him against the opposite wall and tug the pull chain light switch on. Jeno blinks at the yellow glow, rubbing his eyes as a result of the brightness change. He looks around first, completely neglecting you so that the time goes faster. None of the clothes, he notices, belong to any party goer, because they are neatly hung, organized from red to indigo, beige fabrics on the end; who ever shed their jacket did so in Hongjoong’s equally tidy bedroom. Aside from the jackets, there is really nothing else, maybe a few boxes underneath an empty shelf, but naught to distract him from how hot the inside of this closet is.

Jeno looks you up and down again, eyes glossing over the outfit he already inspected so he stays on your face. You spun the moment you fell inside, looking away from him, jawline prominent as your lips tightened, frowning. “Nothing to say without an audience?” he asks bitterly, then laughs dryly.

“What more is there to say?” you comeback, quietly, defeated. He wonders if you mean it rhetorically, because … “You got the last word.” He meets your eye, leaning further on his right side. “This time.”

Jeno stands on his two feet, challenging you to a staring competition now, straight on. It is hard not to see every emotion written on your face; the lighting is not on your side. Something in your voice, too, has him on edge, like you have more to say. He opens his mouth to speak again, but you beat him to it, inhaling sharply and talking slowly:

“And you’re the one who likes the attention.”

“Yeah?” he scoffs. Ridiculous. “You were a soloist, –” He collaborates, to this day. “– and now you’re malicious to anyone and everyone, just because you have to work on a team.”

“Why do you think that happened in the first place?! I’m not the one who hogged the rink so much that none of the other skating teams could practice!” You put your hand on your mouth, trying to physically calm yourself down. The next words out of your mouth come in a whisper, “I’m not the one who started shouting during a party. Couldn’t keep the hatred in, even for a second?”

Jeno takes a step toward you, an instinctive comforting move that he would do for his friends without a thought. The closet seemed so much smaller on the outside and so cold where he stands. How are you still six feet away? Does anger heat up your side? Would anything change if he treads nearer? Jeno tests the waters, adding another step toward you – one foot down, four to go. And you take note of him; he is being too obvious, but you say nothing. Jeno cannot read you very well while you are far away, so when he finally reaches you, when he leans over you, all intimidation vacant from his eyes, you narrow your gaze, less like a glare, he thinks, more … curious, scrutinizing. Anyone outside might have thought that you offended him, or, maybe even, vice versa, especially as he presses you against the wall, your head slowly knocking into the wall. His hand comes to your waist again, and you stutter a breath, making him falter as well, his hand slipping on your ass.

“Can I kiss you?” Jeno asks, though he breathes heatedly, quietly.

Your eyes stumble to his nose, and next his lips, taking in the downward bent – his gaze has never left your eyes though, permanently glued to how you perceive, anticipating your answer, because, after all, he did possess your red bracelet.

“For a,” you start, then gradually speed up, “Daechi-dong, you sure are slow.” You bring him in for a kiss, swiping his pink bottom lip to undermine his stature. His jaw drops open and his knees weaken, allowing you to push him against the wall, pressing your tongue on the center of his, saliva tasting void of alcohol.  You put an arm on the wall, caging him into the closet, like an anime love interest. “This changes nothing, by the way,” you inform him, as he cradles your hips. “I’m still me, even if I’m kissing you.”

“Obviously.” Jeno rolls his eyes. He rolls your head against the wall, knotting the crown of your hair in the process, reversing your positions. Your eye lids wilt as he leans in, tilting his head to the side for deeper access, and your fists loosen, sneaking around his belt loops, bringing his body closer. The atmosphere brings an alcoholic blush across his nose, definitely not the way you turn his hips, as if trying to guide his head, lips, and tongue. He retreats just a little bit, ultimately coming back after he finds another unexplored part in your mouth. Everything is all mouth – you never smack your lips on his; he never closes his lips over yours; there is no pecking. Jeno senses the corners of your mouth, stopping his body from moving while you tongue circles on his tip. You pull back after a few swirls, starting to drool – Jeno can feel it, so he nibbles on your bottom lip, gnawing the top half lightly, getting rougher and rougher the more you enable him. Until he stops. “I’m still pissed off though,” he lets you know, reverting to your conversation.

“Obviously,” you repeat, equally mad.

The pressure builds up in Jeno’s cheekbones the more time passes without your face attached to his, and he takes the moment to soften at your features, asking them why you are so heated at the sight of him. When he finds no answer, he implores your mouth, pecking pillowy lips on yours, jerking your head like a joystick. His lips drag you to the tips of your toes, bringing your pelvis against his; his long fingers outline the sides of your face, sketching around your ears; his thumb drags along your cheek to your jawline, tilting your face as he opens his mouth, preparing to suction on your mouth.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jeno feels your torso tense and your hands come to his pectoral muscles again. You push him away and pull your limbs back to your body, shutting down with a low strike on the wall. It definitely sounds like you slapped him again.

“If you two are hate fucking in my closet, I’m kicking you out,” Hongjoong says from behind the door.

“As if,” Jeno croaks, voice still low and hoarse because he has not drunk water in the two hours since practice ended. He dives through the crowd, emerging first.

All eyes are on him, and he knows that they think you two sat in silence, simmering angrily. He likely looks angry too, face warm and red, the vein in his neck throbbing, chin jutted out as he looks for someone else, a real friend. They might think you offended him with the way you just stand in the closet (he didn’t hear you walk away), yet no one says anything. He can only imagine what they think – your baby hairs float off your face; your lips caught in your mouth, trying to hide the bruising; eyes darting from him to them to your hands. Jeno shakes his head. He has to get out of here.

But you chase him – everyone thinking that it is to apologize.

You catch Jeno outside, in front of his deep red car, and tug on his arm.

“Why are you leaving?”

Jeno shrugs you off and opens the car door, leaning between it and the rest of the car, standing tall. It barricades you from him. “Because I know how you are.” You tilt your head to the side. He wonders if you know how easy to read your face is. “You are so caught up in appearances. Why would I ruin that over some stupid game?”

You nod slowly, absorbing his explanation, eyes darting around his silhouette, trying to focus on everything behind him. He even glances back but sees nothing, just rows of cars lining up the sidewalk. Not a single person leaving the party right now either, probably because house parties are so rare; movies and books make them seem like common occurrences, so people want to cling to them before they go away. But Jeno is not always right. And another group of people exit the party, walking down hill to their car, laughing loudly enough to alert you two. You shove Jeno in the driver’s seat, hovering above him as he adjusts to the leather chair.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” he asks, rubbing behind his neck.

You yank the lever that forces the seat toward the back and sit on your knees, between his legs, looking at him through your eyelashes. “There were people outside,” you say as if it were obvious, lifting your hands into the air then smacking them back on your bare thighs.

“You –“ Jeno begins incredulously, tightly. “You cannot be serious.”

“You’re the one who said that I care so much about appearances! So what if it’s true?”

The lights turn off in his car, and instantaneously, the atmosphere reminisces Hongjoong’s closet. Jeno searches for your face, relying on a streetlight to see, not wanting to feel around for you. He puts a hand over the door, searching for the handle, but he catches his pretty wrist in the moonlight, sans blue bracelet. Jeno brings his arm between you two, closer to his chest though, inspecting the nakedness. Where the hell did his bracelet go? Surely, if someone stole it at the party, he would’ve heard something. Everyone is practically preening for the chance to steal a bracelet. He pats his chest down again, hoping that he could find it the same way that he found yours – in the folds of his shirt. But you, who gathered where his thoughts were, felt along the ground and found it by his foot. Jeno stares at how you hold it up curiously.

“What?” he exclaims sarcastically. “Are you going to slap me again?”

You laugh dryly but your voice trails distantly. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing.”

“As expected.” Jeno rolls his eyes, ultimately returning to your face, just to see the nosy expression take over again. “You don’t really know anything about me.”

“Bullshit,” you counter, rising on your knees. You loose balance easily, trying not to step on his toes, literally, and he catches you, again, by the hands this time, putting them on his thighs. He swears that a thankful smile cracks your façade, but it disappears in the same second. Your hands are the only reminders that you are arguing with him, pushing hard and hot into his muscles, like a terrible massage. He cracks for a second, whimpering in pain, and you alleviate it a little bit, only ghosting your touch on his pants, no longer leaning. “I know so fucking much about you, Lee.”

“Oh yeah?” he taunts. “What’s my first name?”

You crawl over him, placing a hand on the chair, under his thigh, moving the other behind his shoulder to hover on of him. He watches you, only able to move his chin with you, lips following yours. You lean down to his ear, hiding your face, making him doubt, a little bit, that you are the real person whispering, “Jeno”. He creeps his hands on the edge of your skirt, yanking it lightly as a signal to bring you forward, which you do, staring deeply in his eyes. “I know that you started hockey after all your friends, so now you stay later than them on the rink.” You trail your lower hand up his thigh, under his top sweatshirt, haunting around his defined muscles. “I know that you did your freshman honors thesis on hockey pucks and friction.” Jeno grabs your waist harder at the innuendo, accidentally pulling you into straddling his leg, and you yelp, falling into his chest. You straighten up quickly, trying to find a position comfortable enough to look at him, to tease him. In the midst of it all, you confess, “I know that you are more than hockey, and you’re infuriatingly good at other things, like –“

Jeno swallows a groan.

“– math and drawing.” You smirk. “Did I say something to make you mad?” you ask, faux-innocently. “Did you know I could do that?” You lean into his ear, twirling a strand of hair behind his ear. “Do you even know anything about me?” Jeno nods; of course, he does – no one spends all the energy he has on this … this rivalry, to come out with nothing. You lean away, slowly, dropping back on your knees, on the floor, and rub the inside of his manspread thighs. “Can you tell me one thing? I gave you three.”

“I know that –“ Jeno swallows, not sure if he wants to tell about an intimate moment he once witnessed, but you look at him with expectant eyes crinkling with innocence, even if that innocence might be hidden behind sensuality. “– during competition season, in the quietest moments between performances, you disobey your expensive coach’s direct orders –“ He throws the nepotism back in your face, alleviating the familiarity that neither of you should be sharing. “– and sit in an empty rink, eating a strawberry McFlurry.” The silence after is deafening, bringing back that ringing sound he heard after practice in place of his teammates, so he adds, “I don’t know what you think about,” but he can guess. It is probably the same thing that he thinks about before games – less about the plays, about the potential for losing, more about being on the ice, how fun everything is, despite the misery that comes from losing.

Jeno locks eyes with you, wondering if he finally found a common ground. Your hands, and eyes, responsively drop to his ankles, fiddling the hems. He starts to consider … that he went too far … again, and he exhales, collapsing further into the cold leather chair, scooting away from you. It’s not like he has Jaemin’s boy-next-door-charm, or Renjun’s suavity; and he is certainly not as approachable as Yangyang. He can never get it just right, find that perfect balance. You always fly off the handle with him, and he has the hardest time even talking to you. Nothing he says is ever the correct thing.

“Can I kiss you?”

Oh. Maybe being vulnerable was a good thing, though his body is still humming as if angry.

“Ye-yeah,” Jeno answers, after a second, his voice rasping moreover. He goes to you, angling his whole chest, but you stop him, a hand just to the right of his heart, almost like missing the point completely, which he does, in this case, tilting his head to the side, a frown settling in.

“Not on the lips.”

Jeno examines your face, searching, first, for malice, last for answers. You have a tint of rivalry glowing across your cheeks, obscured by mischief.

“Hold this.” You hand him the edge of his shirt, and he accepts, wordlessly, bunching it high enough to show off all his abs – a smart choice, given the way you pause to admire each defined muscle band.

Jeno twists his wrist, during the quiet, readjusting the material, but as he does, it rubs on his hardening nipples – which are not the only thing hardening. You travel your hand up his chest, starting from the top half of his v-line, ending under his nipples, under his shirt. His knee spasms, motioning for you to start whatever you were going to do, hoping that you might put your mouth south. But you take your opposite hand and cradle his face, making him look up at you, his eyes seeming wider – innocent, less resentful than you are known to see, no taunts or mean names on his tongue. Although, another breathless statement about God might hang in there. You scratch your nails along his cheek, simultaneously leaning down on the other side of his face, to his ear.

“Not right there,” you instruct, then move the frayed end into his mouth, the rest of the shirt gathering under his pecs like a bra. You trail down his neck to his hand, where he holds his two shirts, then unwind his tight grip. He lets the material unravel, mouth parting smally with it too, just like you want. You draw his bottom lip open and hang the shirt on his teeth. He nods consensually biting into the material, expecting you to actually tease his muscles this time, but you only guide his mouth to a close.

Then your icy fingers curl under his belt line, and he whines.

“Why – hnng,” Jeno starts, finishing with a tremble, silenced.

That is when he understands: you want to gag him. Not completely, to the point where he is void of response, but enough to prevent him from saying anything completely; though, he could reject you right now, at any point, if he didn’t want your touch. Jeno stares at you, on your knees, fingers paused from sliding his pants all the way off. Neither of you have ever made this much eye contact, and he … he just wants to keep watching you. Have you always been this passionate?

“Keep that there for me, okay?” you ask, implicitly talking about consent over the boundary you are about to cross.

Jeno nods smally, not wanting to drop his shirt or wet it so disgustingly.

You tease a finger through his underwear, where his cock would normally peek from, using the space to prod him out the waistband. He nudges you, needily, trapping your palm between the tops of his thighs, all the muscles there pulsing faster than his currently erratic heart. You give him an impatient look, wagging your head, tsk, tsk. It makes him curl his chin to his chest, sheepish, like he did something wrong, and he shakes his hair, too, curtaining his blushed face behind his long, black bangs. Jeno feels you gently pull him out of his headspace, figuratively and literally. You strip his bottoms all the way to his ankles, careful not to touch his dick, even though he wants you to, so badly. When you straighten your back up, brushing your tits on his knees, resting them perkily above him, you stare at his dick, just for a moment, head tilted to the side. He almost ruins it, tongue poking his clothes away to ask if you want to stop, but you kiss the underside of his penis head – only once, waiting for his reaction, and he gives it to you, of course. The weightless smack from your lips tickles, and he wonders if you actually did it. Then you do it again, and again, and again. Kisses turn into flicks, all on the underside, building up more saliva as you curl the dorsal side, flicking it easily.

Hnng. You are a figure skater, Jeno remembers. Being graceful is in the definition. It is why your insults always have such a clean cut and give him an opening to respond. He usually gets the last word. But this is a different kind of graceful, where you are gentle with him – asking for consent, touching him delicately, making sure that he is okay every step of the way.

When you are ready, you slowly creep your lips over his cock head and retreat, backing off along with the heat from your mouth. Jeno can feel his dick follow you in anticipating, trembling the longer you study him, and he moans brokenly: please. It comes out incoherent and muffled. You relax your jaw lowly, letting your tongue slide outside your lips to cover your bottom row of teeth as you swallow a portion of the top. His cock bounces in your mouth, slapping around your small mouth. He clenches his fist by his thighs, not knowing where to put them. You circle your index finger and thumb halfway down his shaft, jacking him off along one of the veins that come above his balls. He wonders if you want him to give you a facial, especially after you come up, rubbing it long your innocent looking cheek, but a hand comes above his balls, stopping him from cumming. And he groans, throwing his head back again. Maybe you’ll suck the cum out of him, like a well-blended smoothie through a straw.

Jeno drops his shirt out of his mouth, covering his abs once again. The groan reverses onto your throat – he guesses that you don’t like the cover. You muffle the whine with his dick in your mouth again, the sound constricting all the way around him. Jeno grabs a hold of your throat, nicely, feeling how your esophagus adjusts for him.

“Oh, God, oh fuck,” he whispers, abs tightening shakily. He gains some control after you begin a steady bobbing, using your salvatory ducts to prevent from gagging. You curve your tongue at the back of your throat, feeding his dick against it. The feel is no different from deep throating, if Jeno is being honest, but your tongue is much more pillowy and your cheeks suck in air, pulling them tightly over your teeth, giving him a vacuum suction that reminisces a really good fleshlight and would need a lot of practice to get as right as you do. “Is that what those practices are?” he asks you. “A chance to practice for my dick?”

Jeno cups your cheek and pulls his dick out of your throat, like giving you a chance to answer. But before you can, he taps his cock on your tongue again, just the tip, rasping the underside of his head on your reflexively curled tongue, which appears half-prepared to answer his question, half-prepared to get throat fucked.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he drags out. His hand comes into your hair, scratching along your temple to tuck those pretty little strands behind your ears; his thumbs briefly emerge through the top, then hide, again, in the tangled ponytail. You perform faster, ruining his illusion of control, and he clutches your hair tighter, holding you in place to stop from cumming. He pants through his nose, and you give him a short rest until bringing both your hands along his exposed cock, twisting them in opposite directions while your tongue remains steady under his twitching tip. “Ah,” he pleads, trying not to come. He sits up fully, knees almost going with him, had it not been for your strong chest, and you pull off, panting equally hard. And, fuck, your tits are sexy.

You stand up as much as you can in the cramped space, spine rubbing up the headlining as you put one foot forward then straddle him with the other leg. Jeno helps you adjust, bringing your cushiony thighs closer into his chest, just right under his pecs. He looks up at you, and you stop fidgeting, putting your hands on his shoulders for balance, teetering on your knees until you finally fall into him, your hair covering the both of you. You crane your neck down blowing on his earlobe first, then inside his ear. He grabs you harder, supporting your ass as you hold his throat in place, marking the area between his clavicle and right ear.

“Do you have a condom?” you whisper, slowly bending down, tracing the outline of your underwear with his tip – repeating the gesture over and over again, several times, until he answers.

Jeno’s head bobs – nods, yes – on your shoulder, but you mistake it for pleasure, grabbing him by the chin again, so he looks into your eyes and swallows. “Yeah,” he verbalizes, “in the glove compartment.”

You pull away from his chest, and he instinctively stabilizes your waist, possibly obsessed with it. Jeno accidentally grabs you too roughly, he thinks, situating you over his really big tip. You brace yourself on the center console, moaning loudly.  Your tits push into the leather so difficulty that they nearly pop out of your bra, which would not be too difficult. Jeno can see your strap falling down your upper arm. You shallowly bounce on him through your underwear. It feels so good, so wet, so disappointing because he wants to fill you up already. While he grinds his ass into the chair, flopping his cock over your clothed pussy, you reach over the passenger’s seat, which seems to be two metres away now, your arm reaching shakily. And finally, you pull out a condom, turning the golden wrapper around in the shallow light to find the front.

“A large?” you read, treating it like a question. You come back to him, sitting on his sculpted v-line, grinding your ass languidly into his cock standing tall behind you. “An extra large?” you squint at the foil, then raise a suspicious eyebrow.

Jeno pulls your thighs up to his chest and plucks the condom from your greedy little hands.

“You’ll need it,” he answers, tone implicitly asking you to trust him.

He tears the foil open and fingers around for the right side. It is difficult in the poorly illuminated street. So, he is thankful when you take over, repossessing the condom. You climb over his cock, sticking your ass out again, to get in a better position. Your hands are so pretty.

“Pinch the tip,” Jeno instructs breathily. “Yeah, fuck, like that.” He watches you catch his restless dick and fit the ring over his tip. You grab him hard, fingers not quite reaching all the way around. He isn’t sure if that is because his dick is so big or if your wrist is too loose. None of it matters, though, when you take both hands and roll the condom all the way down, not stopping until his voice is back to cracking, pushing out those ah, ah, ahs again. Jeno pulls you up again, forcing you to brace on his pecs. Both of you start stripping now. Jeno takes off your long-sleeve and tugs your tits out of your bra cups, leaving them supported by the push-up wire. He is tempted to suck them, staring at them, stunned; hands sculpting your sides, then jiggling your tits until your nipples harden more than his dick. You take your turn after he has his fun but before he mouths them. His shirts come off easier and you ignore his muscles, immediately rubbing your nipples over his. He wonders if you have ever been touched like this, touched here, but the thought is fleeting as you take off your panties, throwing the soaked material on his shirts. You situate on his thigh, muting any arguments that might arise, rubbing the newly naked skin together.

Jeno lets you grind on his thigh a few times, feeling the way your clit twists and turns. He flexes his muscles, all of them – his abs under your hands, his leg under your pussy, his arms under your body. Your grinds turn into bounces, so Jeno catches your ass, prying your legs open again, on either side of his hips. He pinches the inside of your thighs, fingers loosing their adhesion from all your self-lubrication, then pushes his index finger inside – his long, muscular finger with clean, polished nails. His thumb swipes back and forth on your clit, replacing his thigh to stimulate you. And you falter, shuddering, legs shaking a little bit next to his cock. You rest your head on his shoulder, giving him access to yours. He opens his mouth along your collarbone, suctioning the lightest hickeys then getting rid of them with forceful laps from his floppy wet tongue.

“You like that?” Jeno whispers as he pushes in two extra fingers. First, curls all three upward, cupping your clit with his palm, and you start grinding on it, waiting for more movement, but still needing to adjust to the drastic change in size. When you relax, sitting on his hand, Jeno flexes his hand back and forth, desperately manhandling your body to and from his. You stay still above him, arms tightening around his shoulders, muscles shaking; you try to respond yes, but he doesn’t hear it, trying a new tactic. “Does that feel good?” he asks. His fingers start moving in different directions, scissoring a whole new stretch. They scrape a new, high-pitched ah, aah, ah out your throat, the sound only elongating when his thumb stops swiping your clit to rub circles on it as trying to clamp his entire hand through your pussy. “Fuck, you sound so good. You’re doing so well.” Jeno grazes his teeth on your shoulder, tipping you over the edge, and you grip his dick harder, for some anchor on reality. Both of you moan, throwing your heads together, almost kissing. Your lips are so intimate with his, breathing hot air over his closed mouth. Jeno nudges you, brushing the tip of his nose on yours. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck,” you whisper, possibly wondering how the hell he can be so considerate. You lick a stripe on his cheek, at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not glass,” you reassure him, although sounding irritated. “You can’t be that big,” you answer, “Like, there is no way that I need to get prepped by so many fing –“

Jeno pulls out his fingers and slams his dick up your pussy in the same second. The both of you swear simultaneously, and your breath, specifically, becomes more winded, becomes faster, becomes shaky.  Jeno didn’t consider that he might need to adjust, his cock throbbing as if trying to stretch your circumference even wider.

“You – You were saying?” he stutters, then throws his head back on the headrest.

You teeter on your knees, outside his thighs, slowly and shallowly bouncing on him. He pushes the tops of your thighs until you rest on the cold steering wheel, turning it as you gain more momentum to ride his dick. You lead with your hips, swaying forward and back into his pelvis.

“Now I know where the ego comes from,” you bite – and literallybite his neck.

“I deserve it,” he retorts, pressing his feet into the ground, then slamming his hips into you a few times. The new adjustment displays your tits so beautifully, chest raised and propping out, so he leans down, suctioning sucking your warm skin from shoulder to areola. Your back locks on the steering wheel, changing the angle at which his cock hits your G-spot, and you moan loudly. In response, Jeno puts his thumb in your mouth, squashing your tongue, saliva pooling so quickly that you immediately close around it. You slump forward, grabbing at his veiny arm, fumbling around until one hand clamps on his wrist and the other over a vein. “You’re too loud,” he whispers, until you swirl your hips in small figure eights. His hand relaxes and he groans, throatily – to which you cover.

“Who’s being loud now?” you taunt. “Guess I’m that good, huh?”

Jeno cannot disagree. You feel so good, and tight, and warm. His hand drops between your bodies, allowing you to come back up again, then back down, then back up, and down, and up, and down, and up. You massage at a vein behind his ear with two fingers and suck on one of his nipples, occasionally biting the edges of his areola then licking bite mark healed. When you reach a hand underneath his, toying between your clit and the parts of his cock that become exposed, he gathers that you are trying to make him cum first.

“Why are you still competing with me?” he bites angrily. Jeno takes away your fingers and plays with your clit himself, tugging it through the lubrication. He massages it with big circles, going around your pussy lips, the bundle of nerves at the top of your clit, spreading the wetness everywhere. “Fuck, I’m stuffing you so full, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” you agree without thought, all words choking in your exposed throat as he blows your back out. “’m suh ‘ucking ‘ull,” you whimper, though the syllables break into petty gasps that he can barely string together. “Ah,” you whine sharply, squeezing your eyes shut until they pulse at an opposite rate to your vaginal walls. Then, Jeno finds another angle, moving his ass against the cold console (he yelps at it, hips driving upward, away from the box, and his cock buries itself in your guts), and your eyes pop open, along with your jaw. Every new pound coaches a sob off your lips.

Jeno, still utterly obsessed with your waist, digs his thumbs into the front of your pelvis, his long fingers massaging your ass as you come forward to match his thrusts. You fall forward again, hands bracing on the shoulders of the chair behind him, tits right in his face. Jeno pants heavily, breath lost with each release, but he still chooses to kiss you.

Well, your tits. He mouths at the skin around your nipples, kneading his lips into the plushy flesh as his abs lock and your thighs tighten.

“Oh, oh, oooh,” Jeno cries, his hips stuttering as your pussy clenches get smaller, firmer.

“C’mon, c’mon,” you whisper, “c’mon. Right there, Lee.” He pushes particularly hard, as if breaching another barrier. “Ah, Jeno.”

His name brings him back to attention, staring at the tension in your face. You stutter your hips, and he tries to still his, letting you build up to an orgasm. You manhandle his cock, jerking it around inside your body. Your glossy muscles start constricting tighter and tighter, no longer throbbing, as if your pussy tries to drink his entire cock. Jeno belts an arm above your ass and clamps a hand on your waist, getting you in a stationary position. He settles his feet firm, stable, into the ground, preparing himself this time, this last time, then he palpitates into you, his hips grinding into your clit a few seconds after every thrust to really get deep. You claw on his muscular shoulder, fingers digging hard, all the tension going straight to the ends of your body and up your pussy with his cock. He feels you sucking him in and holds his thick dick there, swirling it all around – one, two, three.

“Fuck,” you whine, high pitched, croaking tiredly. Your walls scrape and then beat out a samba all over his cock, throbbing with your orgasm.

Jeno returns half a second later when his tip catches on a particular tug and he empties into the condom, possibly elongating his member. You whimper weakly at the stimulation, but hold him securely, preventing him from pulling out just yet. He lets you lay on him, like that, for minutes, maybe hours, arms circling his neck. Jeno thinks, wow, thisfeels nice – better than hugs from his friends and surprisingly, even better than those team huddles after a good practice.

But his arms are stuck, frozen at his sides while fatigue takes you over. Jeno gives it another second, then his fingers twitch, suddenly gaining the momentum, again, to return your embrace. You, on the other hand, have different thoughts, and pull away, patting him on the chest, relieving yourself of him.

Jeno thinks that the worst kind of time travel is this one, where you two are on opposite schedules. He just needs a break from it.

A time out.

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[nctsworld]

skateboard love

✩‌ yangyang x reader | skater boy!yangyang | college au | fluff | 2.2k

SUMMARY | yangyang tries to get you to skateboard for the first time and in doing so, you’re taken back to when you first met him. // for @notnctu​’s beginning collab! WARNINGS | slight injury (reader trips over a curb), one swear word, kissing RATING | teen+ TAGLIST | @infnteen​

“I can’t do this,” you mutter, shaking your head in defeat.

The ocean waves clamour nearby as you stare down at the skateboard and concrete pavement beneath your sneakers in frustration.

The weight of your helmet and the wrist guards are blatant in your every movement. Sure, it’s a little embarrassing at your age, but it’d be best to rather be safe than sorry.

Thankfully, they’ve been coming in handy during the times you almost fell and slipped off of your boyfriend’s skateboard. It may have been his idea to try to learn, but you weren’t opposed to it, thinking it’d be easy.

They say things are easier said than done, and now you’re forced to admit skateboarding definitely falls under that list.

“Yes, you can,” Yangyang softly says. Beside you, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, causing you to peer into his gleaming eyes and bright smile.

Despite the recentness of your relationship, your boyfriend’s patience and encouragement feels like routine, like he’s been by your side for your entire life. His words don’t fall on deaf ears; you parrot his smile and muster a small nod, albeit glancing away shyly.

“Just think about all the times you’ve watched me skate past the library and copy what I did.”

Petulantly, you stick your tongue out. “It wasn’t that often.”

Disbelief reflects back at you in the form of an eyebrow raise.

“Really?”

“Really!”

Around mid-September, in the most modern, glass-structured library on campus, you found a studying area that was perfect for you.

Main floor, nearby the entrance doors for an easy exit when class was about to roll around. A high stool chair that was cushioned comfortably for endless hours of equal parts studying and procrastination. Plugs and desk space galore.

Above all, it was perfect because you had the picturesque view of the boy who always skated every other day around 11:50am towards his next class across the wide stoned boulevard in front of the library.

You noticed him the first few times when you initially sat upstairs. Even from afar and above, your interest was piqued over how coolly he skated past all the students. There were only so many students who biked to their next class, and even less who skateboarded.

And after you decided to sit downstairs for once to finally steal a closer glimpse of him, you were completely smitten upon capturing his handsome features.

Thus, your heart constantly raced in anticipation when 11:50am hit, as students scattered all across campus during this transition period. 

With a thumb tucked in his pocket and headphones over his ears to boot, the mystery skater boy often slid past around 11:55am, making your mind wonder where his former class was and where he was going. Was he in Engineering? Arts? Business?

The latter option didn’t seem likely since his style didn’t echo the stereotypical look of the faculty. Dark coloured hoodies and sweaters, bomber jackets, and skinny jeans were his usual choice of fashion, alongside the occasional baseball cap. And on the days he wore his cap backwards, he was truly in his skater element.

No matter, you always swooned with your chin perched atop your fist or resting inside your palm as he passed by. The brief sighting of him easily became the highlight of your day.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t try to look for him in your classes, but to no avail. You had to live with the fact that you’d only get to know him in passing as he skated on by the library.

When the mere hoodies and sweaters were exchanged for heavier, thicker jackets and coats, he still continued to traverse across campus via his unsurprising mode of transportation. You especially admired his dedication on the days filled with rain and wind, wishing there was some way for you to ease his trips to his next class.

All throughout the couple of months, he was consistent in attending that one class.

Except one day.

It was a Friday, about a week or two near finals season. The weather was quite chilly now, but snow wouldn’t be an issue until after winter break and well into the next semester, so there wasn’t any reason for him to not use his skateboard still.

Maybe he was sick at home, you thought. Pouting, you tried not to dwell over the stranger because that’s all what he was. 

Someone you didn’t know, someone you only watched from afar. Someone that filled your daydreams, pondering what he’d be like and what’d you two could talk about... but nevertheless a stranger.

Oddly enough, about an hour past noon, someone dragged you out of your thoughts momentarily as they unusually sat nearby your spot. 

The unspoken library etiquette was to sit as far away from others for more personal space, especially in the area where you frequented. You tried your best to ignore the shuffling of the person placing their laptop and books onto the elongated wall-length table, feigning laser-focus on your notes.  

But a few moments later, you heard a whisper coming from their direction.

“Is this your favourite spot in the library?”

“Hm?” you hummed, dragging your headphones down to your shoulders as you swivelled towards the seated stranger. Air seized in your lungs and your eyebrows shot up.

The gorgeous skater boy glowed with rosy cheeks from the cold air outside, paired with his stunning smile. You realized this was the first time you’ve ever seen him smile—preciously, by the way, with his teeth on full display—and your heart stirred like crazy.

A beat stretched out. Your jaw hung in shock and you blinked blankly. Guess you solved the mystery as to where he was today.

He beamed more intensely at your awe struck and continued to whisper, “I always see you sitting here when I get to my next class.”

“Uhm,” your jaw snapped up, prior to your dry gulp. “What?”

“Yeah,” his deep chuckling tickled your ear. God, of course a smooth voice matched a face like that. “you stare out the window so cutely whenever I pass by the library.”

A record scratched, then you rewound the moment in your head. Not only did he knew you existed but...

Did he just called you cute?

Catching on with awareness over his own words, the skater boy pouted to one side. His cheek jutted out adorably and red seemed to crawl over them, progressing over to the tips of his ears too.

Light giggling from both parties filled the space, with you tucking your hair behind your ear and him tugging on the ends of his sweater paws.

“So, are you skipping class?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing towards his busy study set-up ahead of him. It was a similar scene to yours—notes layered and layered upon each other, a laptop which displayed more notes, and a few textbooks were open too. “When you need to skip a class to study for another class...”

You nodded sympathetically, pointing a finger to your organized mess to imply the same. “Finals season.”

He nodded as well in unity and you two exchanged another round of smiles.

“I’m Yangyang.”

With that, introductions were made and bits of information were shared. Your hunch was right—he was in Engineering, but he also had some elective labs that were being held in the Science side of campus. Made sense why he had to navigate across campus from one end to the other.

Before the conversation began to get carried away, he issued a small apology. “Sorry, I really shouldn’t be interrupting your studying. I’ll leave you be.”

Admittedly, it caught you off guard. You wanted to pipe up about how he wasn’t interrupting, that you wanted to dive into getting to know him more. You’ve seen him practically almost every day for the last couple of months and you didn’t want to let this chance slip through your fingers.   

Yet, at the same time, you begrudgingly knew he was right. You had to study for your upcoming in-class final, so you held your thoughts back and unwillingly turned back to your responsibility at hand. 

It was difficult to study with skater boy being in the same vicinity as you—practically an arm’s length away from you—but you eventually tampered down your jitters and honed your attention.

Hours passed. Neither of you really shifted much besides the casual stretching or the much needed break to the bathroom.

Darkness loomed in the winter sky and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him writing, which he hadn’t done during the time he’d been there.

And then, after an ear-piercing slow rip of paper that echoed in the library, he slid that piece of paper in your direction with one simple question that ignited the spark for the beginning of you and him—

I know we just met, but do you want to go out sometime?

“’Cause if I recall...” Yangyang continues, breaking you away from your bout of reminiscing. He absentmindedly tucks away some loose strands of hair sticking out of your helmet. “You watched me at least since the beginning of last semester—”

“Nu-uh,” you cut in, lying in a childish tone.

“Yuh-huh,” he rebuttals.

Under the warm afternoon sunlight, you two begin to have a staring contest, squinting and playfully seething at one another. When your boyfriend squints harder with a ruffle of his nose, you follow suit. Eventually, you give in with a sigh.

“Okay, fine. Even if I did watch you a lot, it doesn’t mean I can just absorb your skateboarding skills through memory.”

Cockiness fades over his joking exterior as he flashes you a shit-eating grin. “It’s cause you were too busy focusing on my handsome face.”

Becoming second nature for you by now as he’s often like this, you roll your eyes and lightly punch him in the arm, but... he isn’t wrong.

And from your lack of an articulate response, Yangyang knows he’s right.

Sparing you from injuring your pride further, he swings the conversation back to what you were doing here in the first place. 

A hand of his steadies you by the bottom of your back. “Balancing feels weird, I know, but you’ll get the hang of it. Let’s try again.”

Releasing a lengthy exhale, your head bounces fervently in hopes that false confidence and your boyfriend’s support can morph into a successful skateboard run.

The careful push he gives you is ample enough to have you ride down the street by yourself. Your body wavers side by side and you fear that you’ll teeter to a stop like all the other times, but somehow, your foot swipes across the pavement, carrying you further down the street.

It’s not fast by any means, but as you persistently execute it, you gain traction and see yourself finally riding without any issues.  

“Yangyang, I got it. I got it!” you shriek as you quickly glance back towards him.

He radiates in response and gets lost in you, equally proud that you finally found your balance and basking in how stunning you look as you coast down the beach side street.

However, his trance breaks when he sees you’re about to hit the edge of a street curb.

“Babe, watch ou—”

The scene happens fast. You’re suddenly laying on a patchy part of the grass, with the skateboard by your feet. Yangyang bolts to you, hunching down as he daintily tugs you to sit upward.

“You okay?” he pants nervously.

At first, you nod without a thought since the helmet and wrist guards have saved you from any potential major injuries. 

However, your boyfriend’s eyes widen when out of nowhere, you draw in air between clenched teeth. Your butt feels as if it’s on fire, since it was actually the body part that mostly broke your fall.  

He suggests to sit here for a while to let the pain dissipate, reassuring you’ll be fine from his own past experiences. 

As you rest awkwardly beside him on the grass, placing weight on your hip rather than your rear end, he aids you in ridding of your safety gear. Once they’re off, he kisses your hand tenderly.

“Maybe we should leave the skateboarding to me, for now,” he mumbles softly into your skin, leaving another kiss upon your hand.

You mope in agreement. “Maybe so...”

Caressed in his arms, you link eyes with him. Your eyes flutter to a close while he delicately eases you into him by the back of your neck.

The intense pressing of his lips against yours feels heavenly, almost entirely sedating your mild pain. He kisses you deeper, disregarding everyone and everything in proximity. You reciprocate it all back eagerly, cupping his cheek and gripping onto his strong frame as you do so.

Peeling away breathlessly, you tip your forehead against his. “Should we go back to the library and have me watch you longingly from our old spot?”

Yangyang hurriedly shakes his head.

“Nope. Never again,” he replies, his thumb stroking your cheek. “If you’re watching me skateboard, you’ll be doing it by my side from now on, beautiful.”

A chuckle trickles from you. You’re about to retort back, but your one and only skater boy diverts your train of thought, dragging you in for another long, blissful kiss. 

[k-llama-llama]

Crazy About You

SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member

YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT

Yinnie and Jungkook’s first date.

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Masterlist and other Follow Me links in bio!

“Okay, how do I look?” YinYin spun away from the mirror.

Hendery gave her a thumbs up. “You look gorgeous.”

“Yeah?” She smoothed out her skirt, checking the time again. She still had five minutes before Jungkook would be here. “It’s not too much?”

“It’s perfect.” Kun reassured her. “Hendery’s right, you look amazing?”

YinYin smiled at her reflection. “I do, don’t I?”

After Jungkook had asked her out earlier in the day, she’d returned home and decided that instead of coming up with an excuse, she should come clean to the boys. She hadn’t told them who it was, but if it went anywhere, she would. They’d taken it remarkably well, and had helped her pick out her dress and do her hair for the date.

“Lucas, stop glaring at me.” She didn’t even have to look to know it was true.

The boy frowned and crossed his arms. “I just don’t like that we’re just hearing about this.”

“I told you as soon as he asked me out, what more do you want?” She scoffed at him. “But I look cute, right?”

He shrugged. “Cute enough.”

“Good. I think I should still-” Her phone buzzed.

She glanced down at it. “He’s here.” She quickly grabbed her jacket, purse and mask, pulling them on quickly.

“Yin.” WinWin cautioned. “Slow down. He’s not going to drive off.”

“Besides, you shouldn’t look to eager.” YangYang advised. “Play hard to get.”

“Right.” She took a deep breath. “Hard to get.” She reached for the door knob.

“And remember-” Ten told her. “You’re out of his league.”

She gave him a small smile. “Thanks.” She took another deep breath and smiled brightly. “Okay, that’s it then. Don’t wait up.”

“Don’t stay out too late!” Lucas countered, but she was already hurrying out of the apartment and down the stairs.

She pulled her jacket over her shoulders, slowing her pace as she stepped out onto the street. It was easy to spot Jungkook’s car, as it was easily the nicest car on the street. His door opened as she walked over, and he stepped out.

“You should stay in the car.” She hissed. “What if someone sees you?”

“Hat and mask.” He winked. “I have to get the door for you.”

YinYin wished she was wearing her own mask, because she was certain a blush stained her cheeks as Jungkook walked around the car and held open the passenger door for her. She slid onto the leather seat, adjusting her skirt around her legs. Jungkook sat back in the driver’s seat, pulling off his mask and hat. The windows were tinted, so they didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Hi.” He breathed, a dorky grin on his face.

“Hi yourself.” YinYin smiled. “Long time no see.”

“It felt like a long time.” He laughed, starting the car and pulling away from the curb. “You look....you look really pretty.”

YinYin glanced down at her outfit. She was wearing a simple maroon skater dress, with black heels and white socks. Her hair was down, curled slightly with some of it pulled away from her face and tied in the back. “Better than the sweat from this morning?”

“I liked that too.” He blinked. “I didn’t...I mean....”

“It’s fine.” YinYin laughed. “So...where are we going?”

“The movies.” He answered. “We’ll eat there, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is.” YinYin nodded. “What movie will we-”

Her phone buzzed and she checked it quickly.

Yukhei: Who the hell are you dating that car was amazing??????

Yinnie: None of your business, now buzz off.

Jungkook glanced at her. “You told them?”

“Not who, just that I was dating.” She answered. “And you? You told them?”

“Well, the boys all know.” He swallowed. “They know who you are too.”

“And Sumi?” YinYin asked.

Jungkook’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I’m just....waiting for the right moment.”

YinYin glanced at his hands, at the tiny hanja character and flower near the pinky finger of his right hand, spelling out Sumi’s name, and decided not to argue. She didn’t know Sumi that well, and she wasn’t involved enough with Jungkook to butt in on their personal issues.

“What movie are we going to see?” She asked finally.

“Um...we can pick....there’s a Japanese horror movie and then there’s a rom com that I-”

“I like horror movies.” Yinnie grinned. “Is it the one with the key that they find in the cremation urn? I saw the trailer for that and it looked amazing.”

“Yeah, it is.” Jungkook smiled. “Good, I’m glad you’ll like it. And...we’re here.”

He pulled into a parking garage, and YinYin pulled on her mask, adjusting it to be sure her face was covered. As excited as she was for a movie, she wasn’t really looking forward to wearing her mask for the next few hours. If it was just her, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but there was no one in the city who wouldn’t recognize Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook pulled up in front of a booth, and someone opened YinYin’s door.

“Thanks.” She muttered, stepping out and past the valet. Turning to wait for Jungkook. He tossed the keys to the vallet, grabbing his own jacket and pulling his own mask and hat back on.

“Right this way, sir.” Another employee, who YinYin hadn’t seen, motioned towards a door.

Jungkook grabbed YinYin’s hand, pulling her along with him as they followed the employee through the door and up some stairs.

“They knew we were coming?” She whispered.

“I called ahead.” He answered. “I thought it would be easier.”

“Don’t we need to buy tickets?” YinYin asked. “And pick up some food?”

“Um...after we get in there.” He squeezed her hand.

YinYin was very thankful she was wearing a mask.

The employee led them out into what YinYin recognized  as the back corner of the movie theatre. He led them towards a theatre door, which had a red rope strung across it. It was unclipped and held out of the way for them.

“Isn’t there a movie in progress?” YinYin pointed towards the rope. “Should we-”

“It’s alright, ma’am.” The employee told her, before turning his attention to Jungkook. “I’ll let you two get settled.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook led her into the theatre.

“What is going on?” YinYin asked. “Aren’t there people who are -” She stopped in her tracks as they turned the corner and she took in the theatre.

It was one of the nice ones, which couches and cushy chairs instead of standard theatre chairs. And it was completely empty, except for one couch set up with a bucket of ice right in the middle.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked nervously. “I thought it would be a lot but Jimin said you’d like it if we didn’t have to wear masks but this is probably really weird and I-”

“It’s amazing.” YinYin grinned, yanking down her mask so he could see how happy she was. “How did you do this?”

“I just...called.” He blinked, pulling his own mask down. “You really like it?”

“I love it.” YinYin promised, dropping his hand so she could hurry up the stairs to their couch. It looked comfortable as heck and had footrests, and she leaned to inspect the bucket of ice, pulling out a bottle.

“Huh?” She examined it.”This is full of juice.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook came up behind her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I didn’t know if you drank alcohol and you didn’t seem like a sugary drinks type of person, so I thought I’d get this.”

“Wow,” YinYin breathed. “BTS really is on a different level.”

Jungkook scoffed, dropping onto the couch. “You like it then?”

Yinnie shook a bottle of kiwi spinach juice. “This one’s my favourite.”

“Good.” He patted the seat next to him, and she sat down, shrugging off her coat and placing her purse on the floor. “And food is coming soon.”

“Amazing. I love food.” She grinned, kicking off her shoes and pulling her feet up onto the couch. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Jungkook’s mouth dropped open. “How many dates have you been on?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” At his shocked expression, she laughed. “I’m kidding. This is the first. And you’re setting a very high bar.”

“I’ll just have to keep raising it then.” He smiled.

YinYin leaned her head against the couch, but so it was close to his shoulder. She thought she saw him shake a little bit. “Are you implying there are going to be more dates?”

“Don’t get cocky, it depends how this one goes.” He smirked.

YinYin pouted. “I don’t think I like it when you tease me back.”

“Yeah, well get used to it.” He laughed. “And for the record, I think the food is some sort of chicken thing. Probably fried. I know it isn’t the most healthy, but it was the best they had.”

“Even I don’t turn my nose up at fried chicken.” She looked around, taking in all of the abandoned couches, and then glanced up at the projection booth, which was dark. “We have this whole place to ourselves, huh?”

“Yeah. I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable because I’m not trying to-”

Yinnie leaned across the couch and pressed her lips to his. He leaned in instantly, his lips moving against hers. She lifted a hand to his hair, and felt his arms travel down her waist. When she finally pulled back, he looked out of breath.

“What....what was that about?” Jungkook said. 

Yinnie tilted her head, suddenly aware that his arm was around her shoulder. “Make you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.” He rubbed her shoulder. “But seriously....you do that on all your dates?”

“I told you, first one.” YinYin smiled, leaning back into his arm. “And since you’ve done such a stellar job so far, I thought you deserved that.”

“The date isn’t even over yet, what’ll I get at the end.” His eyes widened. “I didn’t mean for that to sound so bad.”

“It’s fine.” YinYin laughed. “And I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

He looked to the ceiling, like he was hoping it would tell him what to say next.

“Guanyin....” He shook his head. “If this date goes well, do you think we could....”

“What, go on another date?”

“I was going to say be official.” He smiled. “Because I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m crazy about you.”

“You did make that pretty obvious.” She smiled back at him. “But that’s okay, because I’m crazy about you too.”

“Thank god, because that would’ve been really embarrassing.” He grinned at her. 

“Your food.” The employee appeared with a tray.

YinYin’s instinct was to jump away from Jungkook. They were recognizable, and if someone realized that he was dating who knew what would happen. He was one of the biggest-

Jungkook just squeezed her shoulder. “See, I told you food was coming.”

Yinnie shook her head and scoffed. “This is like a drama, or something.”

“The good kind, I hope.”

“Ma’am, would you like to see a dessert menu so we can have it ready for you?” The employee held out a menu card.

YinYin took it with two fingers. “Don’t mind if I do.”

“I thought you ate healthy.” Jungkook poked her in the side teasingly.

She stuck her tongue at him. “Best date ever, remember? I’m treating myself.”

[princekunge]

✨ Masterlist ✨

WAYV

College AU Series: Operation YIAD 📱

The Muse - Xiaojun

friends to lovers | Yangyang is convinced his two friends are actually in love with each other and goes to great lengths to get them together | 25 Parts

The Lab Partner - Yangyang

enemies to lovers | Yangyang gets paired up as lab partners with someone who has vowed to hate him forever, bets are made on who will crack first | 27 Parts

The Librarian - Lucas

puppy love | Lucas falls in love after spending a drunken night on a strangers couch but now he’s just got to get her to fall for him | 25 Parts

The Singer - Hendery

colleagues to lovers | Local punk rock band The Vision is in desperate need of a new drummer. Hendery is out to get the part and may just fall in love in the process | 37 Parts

The Critic - Ten

secret crush | Ten might be a little bit in love with the local theater critic who always seems to love his performances, but there’s only one problem - he has no idea who it is. | 29 Parts

The Rival - Kun

enemies to lovers | Yangyang believes that Kun is too uptight and needs to chill out, his solution? Operation Get Kun Laid. Kun just wants Yangyang to stop meddling in his friends affairs for five minutes. In an attempt to escape Yangyang’s meddling Kun applies for a local internship, but quickly discovers the only other spot is taken by the student body President, also known as his academic rival. | Ongoing

Sicheng

Coming Soon

Which Y/n Are You UQuiz

WayV Murder Mystery

You are invited to WeishenV Mansion as the lead detective on the case of the high profile murder. Interview suspects, examine evidence and try to catch the killer before you become the next victim | Start Here | choose your own adventure | ongoing

Kun

Vampire!Kun | Blurb | fem!reader

NCT

Taeyong

Betting on Boredom

taeyong x original character | college au | enemies to lovers | length: 42k, 16 Chapters | ongoing

Stray Kids

Chan

The Lost Ones

chan x original character | gang au | fake relationship | length: 52K, 19 Chapters | ongoing

Seventeen

Seungcheol

Can’t Stand the Rain | Robot AU, Angst

Pentagon

Kino

Glimmer | Mermaid!Kino x Fem!reader

NEX7/NEXT

Ding Zeren

Running into Fate | Prince!Zeren | Royal AU Series 👑

Bi Wenjun

The Masquerade | Royal Adviser!Wenjun | Royal AU Series 👑

Zhu Zhengting

Fan Chengcheng

Huang Xinchun

Justin Huang

Masked Secrets | Guard!Justin | Royal AU Series 👑

Li Quanzhe

Wang Yibo

Among the Thorns

florist/skater!yibo | coming eventually...

Cai Xukun

[2:38 pm] | Blurb

[kay-rot]

Anything that I was not working on will be put on hold until a yangyang skater au gets created

I dont care how long it takes me it will get done

[seokjinsdisciple]

main m. l.

Fics:

Riddikulus- hogwarts!au (ongoing), jungkook x reader

jungkook and y/n are enemies, but after tutoring JK for their upcoming O.W.L.s maybe y/n realizes that he isn’t so bad after all (future smut, angst, fluff)

Scenarios:

Namjoon: 

between the pages- (angst, fluff)

you and namjoon had dated for a few years before life drew you apart. years later, you’re skyrocketed to the bestseller list as your first book gets released. and who’s book sits next to yours in the bestsellers display? namjoon’s does. will this be your second chance at a perfect love?

Jimin:

A Tiny Favor- (tbh idrk what this is)

You run into supernatural!Jimin as you are waiting for a bus out of town. Will you be prepared to fulfill the favor he asks you for?

Taehyung:

Guardian Angel- (angst)

bad news comes with taehyung’s birthday

Junhui:

on the edge - social media au, college!au, figure skater!au

Junhui and YN are rival figure skaters navigating college life and being world class athletes

Just Say Hi- college!au, social media!au (COMPLETED), seonghwa x reader

Seonghwa and Y/N are strangers who walk by each other almost every single day. What happens when they finally say hello?

Wingin’ It- twin brother!jongho, socialmedia!au, college!au, interactive!au, (COMPLETED) san x reader

You and San enlist the help of each other in finding love. The only problem? You are both terrible wingmen.

Who’s Your Daddy?- social media!au, ? x reader, semi-college!au

Four potential dads to your five year old stumble back into your life. Too bad you have no clue who the father is!

Scenarios:

Roomate!Yunho wants icecream (fake texts)

Timestamps:

[1:10]- Yunho (smut)

[3:40] Yunho (fluff)

[9:30] Seonghwa (suggested smut, kinda fluff)

[11:35] Seonghwa (smut, fluff)

Ready Player One? - college!au, social media!au, enemy!johnny x reader x best friend!jaemin

it was no secret that you and johnny despised each other. sub tweets and indirect comments on streams made it all too obvious about your shared disgust. but now both of you were at the top of your career, getting brand deals and sponsorships and winning tournaments. one shared brand deal later and the world as you know it turns upside down. will you find common ground?

It’s a Complicated Life- college!au, social media!au (discontinued)

mia and faith have complicated lives ft. all 21 members of NCT (angst, fluff)

NCT AS COLLEGE STUDENTS FROM THIS AU:

Johnny     Jaehyun     Mark     Jaemin     Yuta      Doyoung     Lucas   Jungwoo   WinWin   Ten   Taeyong   Taeil   Haechan   Kun   Renjun   Jeno   Hendery   Xiaojun   Chenle   YangYang   Jisung

Fics:

Honey- nonidol!au, famous!reader, social media!au, doyoung x reader (COMPLETED)

doyoung idolizes y/n, and when he posts a cover of your new song, he doesn’t expect his life to turn upside down. Can he handle newfound fame, or will he turn into someone he doesn’t recognize?

The Backup Plan - famous!jaehyun x backup dancer! reader

Jaehyun is a successful model, and after debuting as a singer, a successful idol too. You’re a backup dancer for SM, and a huge fan of Jaehyun. After some unfortunate events, you find yourself closer to him than you would’ve ever imagined. Would this be your yn moment? Or will your relationship spiral out of control?

It’s a Deal- supernatural!au, johnny x reader

Johnny had been begging you to date him for the past two years. You always declined, but he was persistent. So you made him a deal. You would date him when pigs fly and when hell froze over. Needless to say, he had some explaining to do on your date the following evening.

Valentine- jaehyun! x reader (smut, fluff, angst)

a lifetime together as told through 37 Valentine’s Days.

Entangled- mafia!au, (DISCONTINUED) taeyong x reader

Taeyong and T-yong live in different worlds. Taeyong is a small business owner, prideful of his cafe and bakery. T-yong runs a different kind of business, one that operates much more under the table. When you start your new job at the Cherry on Top cafe and bakery, you’re thrown into the middle of a turf war, family secrets, and two very different men vying for your heart. What could go wrong?

Scenarios:

Enemy- johnny x reader (smut)

you absolutely, 100% loathe johnny suh. what happens when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him?

(PART TWO)

You’re On, Doll- jaehyun x reader (a tiny bit of angst, smut, and fluff)

You and Jaehyun are CEO’s of rival companies, hating each other for as long as you can remember. Will you be able to find common ground after an important file goes missing, or will the two of you never quite see eye to eye?

Give ‘Em a Show- doyoung x reader (smut)

You’re a brat and doyoung puts you in your place

Peirced- yuta x reader (smut)

yuta tried to surprise you with nipple peircings.

Forbidden Fruit (1) and (2)- mark x reader (smut)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

Haechan wants a snack from the store (fake texts)

Timestamps:

[12:53]- Mark (smut)

Scenarios:

Jaemin:

Tease- jaemin x reader (smut)

nothing yet :( 

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice- enemies to lovers, social media au, juyeon x reader 

You’ve hated Juyeon since you laid eyes on his stupid, handsome face your freshman year. A year later and the two of you still glare at each other from across campus. Will your university’s loss of funding and a failed class be enough to change the burning hatred you have for one another, or will things between you stay the same as they’ve always been?

Fics:

Jinyoung:

Welcome to Worlds (smut, angst (kind of))

You and Jinyoung are a part of rival acapella groups, when the World Championship brings you both together, will your rivalry spiral even more, or will the tension grow in new ways? 

one, two, three

Scenarios:

Mark:

Backward (smut, a tiny bit of fluff)

Mark pretends to be your boyfriend to save you from your ex

Forbidden Fruit (1) and (2)- mark x reader (smut)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

Jinyoung:

Happier (smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst)

Jinyoung helps you as you prepare to debut

Misconceptions (smut, angst)

you hate got7, but you are sent to write an article about them. will your hatred grow, or will got7 change your mind?

Switched (smut, fluff)

when you switch places with your twin sister to teach English in South Korea.  kindergarten teacher Jinyoung helps you navigate the waters of teaching and help your class pass their end of the year exams.

Mine (smut, fluff) vampire!jinyoung

jinyoung enlists your help for free blood, but he never expected things to turn out like this

Timestamps:

[12:53]- Mark (smut)

Scenarios:

Bang Chan:

Ducky-  you comfort chris after a long day of practice

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