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instead of you [part twenty-six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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additional smut warnings: oral (f receiving), protected sex, multiple orgasms

The silence that followed your admission was excruciating. You wished you knew what Minho was thinking. He was impossible to read, aside from the evident anger written all over his face. His body language didn’t give much away either. He was closed off, arms folded across his chest, chin raised just slightly. 

“So who are you then?” he demanded, tone even despite being the exact opposite mere moments ago. 

“What?”

“Who are you? Are you just some girl that Jisung is using?”

“What the fuck, no!”

“Why are you acting like that’s some outrageous possibility? I just found out you’ve been lying to everyone all summer!”

“I’ve been Jisung’s best friend for like four years now, I’m all over his Instagram! Felix came to visit us and we all hung out, there are pictures of that too. I can’t believe you’d think I’m some random person!”

“You’ll have to forgive me for not thinking completely rationally right now!” he spat. “Why the hell would Jisung lie about- why would he say he had a girlfriend if he didn’t?”

“It’s a long story,” you mumbled with a sigh. “But we really don’t have time to get into that right now. I came up here because I was supposed to bring you back to the room.”

Minho made a face. “What, why?”

“Your cousins called.”

The shift in his demeanor was immediate. He visibly perked up, but only briefly, before seeming to remember the conversation he was having. “Jeongin and Yoon?”

“Yeah. Everyone else is on FaceTime with them right now. I told everyone I’d come to get you so that none of them would have to miss out on talking to him,” you explained. “So we should probably get going because I don’t know how long he has to chat.”

“Fine,” Minho surrendered easily, “but we’re not done talking about this.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” you sighed again, still feeling nauseous. With everything that had already happened, you knew there was no way that this could end well. But now, now that one person knew it was all a lie, you were fucked. “Just… don’t tell anyone, please?”

He pursed his lips but nodded. “You sure have a lot of secrets to keep track of, don’t you?”

It was meant to sting, and it did, but you didn’t let him see the crack in the glass. 

“I could say the same for you.”

-

You slipped into your room as soon as you got back to the penthouse, not wanting to face any of the other Hans, especially not your best friend. You collapsed onto the bed with a muffled scream into your pillow. 

You expected yourself to start crying, but the tears didn’t come. They wouldn’t come. The initial panic had been replaced with numbness. Apathy personified, you could feel it spreading from your heart out through your veins, creating a tingling sensation that reached the very tips of your fingers. 

You had to tell Jisung, right? He’d understand… probably. You hadn’t told Minho. He figured it out on his own. Yeah, you should tell Jisung and then you could also come clean about… everything else. Maybe. But maybe you could also take it to your grave since it seemed like any possibility of you and Minho becoming an item, whatever that implied, was out of the question now. You knew he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. Not after tonight. You couldn’t erase his look of betrayal from your mind no matter how hard you tried. 

Just how many people were you hurting by merely being on this trip? There was no way to know for sure, not that knowing would make you feel any less guilty. 

Maybe it was better not to tell Jisung. Maybe you could pretend like everything was fine, and then it would be. But that was what had gotten you in trouble in the first place. 

You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep until you woke up with a jolt some hours later. The room was dark. The lamp had been switched off and the blinds were shut. Jisung was snoring softly beside you. He was tucked under the covers while you were still laying on top of them. 

You rolled over and felt for your phone, finding it underneath your pillow. You were surprised to see that you had missed a text from Minho. It was from an hour and a half ago and just said can you meet me in room 422? 

You weren’t sure if he would still be waiting there since it had been so long since he sent the message, but you responded with a tentative sure and quietly snuck out of your bedroom. You hoped Jisung wouldn’t wake up before you returned. Having to explain where you were or why you were there would only complicate things. You still hadn’t decided whether or not to tell him… anything. You needed more time to think things through. At least, that’s the excuse you told yourself. 

The fourth floor was eerily quiet, reminding you of how late it was. Stepping off the elevator into the hallway felt like a mistake, like you were trespassing on private property. Minho hadn’t replied to your text so you didn’t know if he was still awake, but you knocked at the door anyway. He answered after the second knock. 

“There you are,” he said and stepped aside to let you in. He seemed to have cooled down, which was a good sign, but there was still tension lingering between you. 

You slid by him, stopping in the entryway just past the door. The room he had summoned you to was just a plain hotel room. There was a queen-size bed in the middle of the room and a desk in the corner, but not much else. 

“You can sit wherever.”

You nodded in acknowledgment and perched yourself on the edge of the bed. Minho followed you but refrained from sitting, choosing to lean back against the dresser so that he could face you. 

“Why’d you want to meet me here?” you asked.

“I, uh, thought that talking in my room back at the apartment would look kind of weird if anyone saw us,” he explained awkwardly, “and the walls are thin too.”

“Alright, you have a point,” you admitted with a shaky exhale. “Whose room is this?”

“It’s mine. I went down to the lobby and booked it for the night.”

Oh to have a K-pop-sized disposable income.

“Oh, right. Should have thought of that.” You swallowed thickly, trying still to appear calm, cool, and collected. “Well, what did you want to talk about?”

You realized that Minho hadn’t mentioned wanting to talk in his text. You were just assuming. But given the events of the night, you felt that it was a pretty safe assumption to make. 

“I wanted to know why you and Jisung lied to everyone,” he took a brief pause before continuing, “and why I now have to lie to everyone too.”

You bit your tongue, stopping yourself before you could point out that he was already lying to everyone, and just nodded. 

“So the thing is, when he told your parents he had a girlfriend, he did have a girlfriend. They broke up, like, less than a week after he told them that and I guess he was too embarrassed to break the news because they were so excited for him and had already invited her on the trip. Jisung figured that maybe he’d have another girlfriend by the time he actually had to go on the trip, but when the end of the semester rolled around and he didn’t, I kind of filled the vacancy because he asked me to.”

“But why?” Minho pressed. “Why was it so important for him to be dating someone?”

“I don’t know, actually. He told me that it was to make your parents happy because they were always bugging him about his dating life, but I thought there might have been another reason that he just wasn’t telling me.”

Minho hummed thoughtfully. “Mom and dad are pretty nosy about our lives, but I don’t know why he would feel pressured to be in a relationship.”

“I think he felt like he had something to prove,” you said, choosing your words carefully. You knew how rocky Jisung’s relationship with his older brother was, at least from what he told you. You didn’t want to give Minho anything he could hold against him. “You’re not going to say anything to your parents or Felix, are you?”

“No,” he answered immediately and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “That’s his prerogative, I suppose. I don’t want to start anything between us- it’s not my place to say anything, really.”

“Thank you.”

He let his arms drop to his sides but didn’t move from where he was standing. “So, there’s really nothing going on between you and Jisung?”

“No, I swear.”

“Even after spending all this time together on the trip?”

“Nope, we spend all of our time together anyway.”

“So are you… friends with benefits?” he asked. 

“No. We’ve made out a few times, but it really just happens when we’re drunk. We never slept together.”

“But what about…” he trailed off, but you understood what he was talking about instantly.

“Oh, no! That was all fake. We just did that to sell it more, and sometimes to mess with you guys.”

“I knew there was no way he could be that good,” Minho whispered.  

You chuckled but came to your friend’s defense. “He seems to do pretty well for himself. Girls usually call him back after staying over so he must be doing something right.”

“I can’t believe it was fake,” Minho mumbled, mostly to himself. “Sorry, I’m still processing this.”

“Take your time.”

You leaned back on the palms of your hands, feeling a little more relaxed now that you knew he didn’t hate you. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked finally, letting the mask fall the tiniest bit. “After I kissed you the first time? Or when you kissed me back? This whole time I’ve felt like such an asshole for- for everything that happened.”

“I thought about it,” you admitted, “but Jisung and I agreed that it would stay between us. I’m sorry.”

“I get why you didn’t. I just wish it could have been different.” 

“Me too,” you agreed.

Minho crossed over to the bed and sat down next to you. 

“I’m sorry I went through your stuff.”

You threw your head back laughing. You hadn’t expected him to say that. “It’s fine. Honestly, it’s a relief not to have to keep up the act around you anymore.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Minho raised an eyebrow and grinned, making you shy away from his gaze. 

You looked down at your lap. 

“Because it was exhausting! I don’t know how to act.” It was a half-truth, and you suspected that he knew it. 

“You had me fooled.”

You managed to look back up at him only to find him staring at your lips. This was not how you imagined this conversation going at all. 

“Maybe I should change career paths then,” you choked out. 

“Yeah, maybe.”

A few more beats of silence lapsed between you before Minho spoke again. 

“All of this time we could have been doing this,” he murmured gently. 

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “What’s ‘doing this’?”

 He leaned forward and bridged the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours to answer your question. His hand came up to your hair instinctively, muscle memory, and brushed it out of your face before cupping your jaw. You melted into him like you had done too many times before, letting him trace the curves of your face with his thumb like he was trying to memorize it. 

His palm was warm and you could feel the calluses on his hand against your cheek. You were the first to moan, any embarrassment long forgotten as you climbed onto his lap. 

Minho accommodated your weight easily, hands immediately coming down to grab your ass. He allowed you to push him down so that he was lying flat on the bed with you straddling his waist. 

Minho slipped his tongue into your mouth as the kiss intensified, teasing you with it. You whimpered when he pulled away, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. Minho just smirked and used the opportunity to flip you over so that he was on top. 

Then his lips were back on you, brushing against your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. As soon as you felt his teeth graze your skin you pushed his head back and gave him a look. It was his turn to pout. 

“You can’t leave marks, idiot.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he said apologetically, though the shit-eating grin on his face let you know that he didn’t mean it whatsoever. “Well, you can mark me up as much as you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lucky me.”

Minho ignored your comment and raised himself onto his hands, still hovering over you. He looked pretty, even in the dim, yellowy hotel room light. His lips were already a bit puffy, but he hadn’t even been kissing you for that long. You briefly wondered how they’d look after making out with your cunt, all swollen and glossy. You tried to squeeze your thighs together at the thought, legs closing around Minho’s hips instead. He seemed pleased at your eagerness and rewarded you with another kiss. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked when he came up for air. You nodded. “Here, lift up a little.”

You did as he asked so that he could work the t-shirt over your head, laughing when he tossed it on the floor. 

“You weren’t wearing a bra?”

“I was about to go to sleep!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Likely story.”

“No, you’re right. I came here in my pajamas fully intending to seduce you.”

“Well, it worked.”

“Of course it did. Men are so easy.”

He shook his head, tongue poking his cheek. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

You cocked your head to the side, fully aware that Minho had the physical upper hand. “We’ll see.”

As soon as the words left your mouth Minho’s hands were on your boobs, effectively shutting you up. He circled a thumb around each of your nipples, smirking when you gasped and arched your back. 

“Barely even touching you and look how eager you are for me,” he mused. 

“T-take your shirt off too.” It was meant to be a command, but it sounded more like a plea. 

“What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.”

Minho reached behind his neck and yanked his t-shirt off, throwing it in the same general direction as he had thrown yours. You had seen Minho shirtless plenty of times before and you still couldn’t help but stare. His body looked like one of those statues you had seen in the Louvre, carved out of marble by one of the artists they named the Ninja Turtles after. 

You reached out to touch his chest, running your fingertips along his pale skin. 

“Can I take these off too?” Minho asked, playing with the hem of your sweats. He snapped the elastic band against your hip, making you flinch. 

“Yes, please get them off of me, it’s hot,” you whined.

You were left in just your underwear beneath him. You were usually pretty confident with sexual partners, but with Minho you felt exposed, vulnerable. You felt the urge to cover yourself, even though he was looking at you like you were a star amongst the cosmos. 

He repositioned himself lower in between your legs and before you could ask what he was doing, he pressed his tongue against your clothed cunt, licking a fat stripe between your folds.

You cried out in surprise, hips bucking into his face as a string of curses left your mouth. 

Minho raised his head, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been imagining what you taste like for weeks. I just had to know.”

“It felt good,” you assured him, silently begging him to continue. “Was it what you hoped it would be?”

“Better. Can I please keep going?”

“God, yes.”

He placed a hand on either one of your thighs to hold you down as he buried his head in between your legs again. He teased you with his tongue over your panties, finding your clit in an impressively short amount of time. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his head against you. He groaned, his grip on your thighs tightening as you pulled his hair.

“Please, need more,” you whined. 

And Minho was all too willing to give you exactly that. Instead of taking the time to take your panties off, he just pulled them to the side so that he could have complete access to your pussy. He went back to work and you both moaned. His tongue was wet and warm and felt perfect on your clit. You frowned when he started moving lower, confused as to what he was doing until you felt his tongue working you open. No one had ever tongue-fucked you before and you thought you might cum from that alone. 

Minho paused again to catch his breath. “Fuck, I knew you were wet, but I didn’t expect you to be this wet,” he rasped out. 

“Sorry,” you hissed, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Who the fuck ever told you to apologize for being turned on?”

“N-no one.”

“Good, because it’s hot.”

You scoffed. 

“Lay back down,” Minho said, nodding at you to punctuate his point. 

You rolled your eyes at him but did as he said anyway. “You’re so bossy.”

“Do you want me to keep going or not?”

“Fine, fine. Sorry.”

“I fucking knew you were a brat,” he sneered. 

“What gave it away?” you asked sweetly. 

“Take a wild guess.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows again despite just being told to lie down. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Instead of answering, Minho hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, making you lose your balance and yelp in surprise. You watched his shoulder muscles flex as he used his strength to push your hips down, preventing you from squirming. The sight was enough to make you want to squeeze your thighs together, but of course, Minho was stopping you from doing just that. 

He pulled your panties off completely this time, apparently frustrated with the obstacle in his way. They joined the heap of clothes on the ground. You didn’t even need to look at them to know that they were ruined. 

His mouth was back on you before you could get another word in, causing any snarky remark you’d been about to make dissolve into a moan. It was a little sloppy at first. He had yet to fully regain his bearings, but dove in headfirst anyway. Kisses against the crux of your thigh, nips at your hip bones. Teasing and experimental. 

His touch didn’t have the practiced familiarity of a lover. Each movement was eager, exploratory. He was learning your body like he had all the time in the world, but you were growing impatient. 

Your hands flew to his hair again as he finally laved his tongue over your clit. You suppressed your moans this time, remembering what he had said about the neighbors. 

“Fuck, keep going,” you hissed, encouraging him to continue. “Please keep going.”

You could feel Minho smirking against your pussy, but you didn’t care. He could be as cocky as he wanted if he was going to make you feel this good. 

It didn’t take much to get you to the edge. It had been a while since you’d gotten laid, and you had been wanting Minho for God knows how long… you would usually be embarrassed, not want to give a man a bigger ego than he already had, but you had a feeling Minho was trying to get you to cum before fucking you and you wanted him inside of you as quickly as possible. If anything, you were doing him a favor. 

“C-close, Min. ‘M really close!”

You could barely make out the muffled “already?” that came from him between your legs, but you still rolled your eyes anyway, half-tempted to push his head away. 

He guided two of his fingers inside of you, giving you something to clench around as you came. The intention behind the action is what did it. He clearly cared about your pleasure which was rare to find in a partner, especially when said partner was a man. 

You came almost instantly, catching Minho off-guard as if “I’m close” hadn’t been warning enough. He must have taken it as an advanced notice rather than an immediate head’s up. He grunted in surprise as you bucked your hips up into his face, but recovered quickly, helping you ride out the orgasm until you relaxed back on the bed. 

He lifted his head finally, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, and sucked your arousal off of his fingers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand shortly afterward.

“Good?” he asked. 

“Really good,” you managed to choke out. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, take your pants off.”

Minho chuckled. “Should’ve known you’d only want me for my body.”

You pursed your lips but didn’t bother responding. You both knew that wasn’t true. Otherwise, why would you be risking everything just to fuck him? 

Minho pushed himself off of the bed and shimmied out of his pants. As good as he looked in the gray sweats, you knew he would look even better with them off. And you were right. Even though he was still wearing his briefs, you could see the outline of his dick much more prominently. It made your mouth water and you sat up and shifted onto your knees to return the favor he had just given you. 

Minho saw you reaching out for him but shook his head. 

“I need to feel you,” he said, voice strained. “If that’s okay. I already almost came in my pants just from eating you out, I won’t last.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Not many men would admit to that.”

“Not many men would admit to getting off on making their partner feel good? You’re right.” 

You watched as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled a condom out of one of the pockets. 

“Oh now you have a condom?” you teased.

“Look, I usually have them on me, I just didn’t that night,” he exclaimed in defense, the thin foil packet between his teeth. He ripped it open and pulled the rubber out, only pausing when you spoke again. 

“You don’t keep them in your wallet, do you?”

“I do, but I change them out pretty often. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine.”

With that settled, he slipped out of his underwear and rolled the condom on with ease. He joined you on the bed a moment later. You laid back and waited for Minho to position himself. 

“Wait-” you whispered suddenly, having been so in the moment that you had almost forgotten. “Are you clean?”

Minho let out a sigh of relief, probably having thought something was wrong. “Yeah, I got tested like two months ago.” 

“But the other night with that girl-”

“I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Oh. Why?”

“I mean, I fully intended to, if I’m being honest. But I just… couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t get it up?” 

“Something like that,” he sighed. “I probably should’ve asked this before going down on you, but you’re clean too, right?”

You nodded. “I get tested all the time and I haven’t had sex in a while.”

“That makes two of us.” 

You looked at him expectantly. “You may… continue.”

“I’m surprised that didn’t immediately make my dick soft.”

“Oh, give me a break. My brain is still fuzzy from cumming.”

He snorted. “You’re welcome.”

“I can’t believe that didn’t immediately make me dry up.”

“I’m allowed to be cocky!” he protested. “I made you cum in, what, a minute flat?”

“It took longer than a minute!”

“I don’t know about that. I think we should check the replay.”

“You’re such a dork.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “And that must really turn you on. ‘Cause last time I checked you were dripping onto the sheets.”

“I-” you had nothing. You squeezed your thighs around Minho’s waist, trying to coax him inside of you. “Just stick it in already!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he repeated.

You held onto his arms as he pushed himself in, sighing in relief at the fullness. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he was still sizable. You had to take a second to adjust to the stretch before he could start to move. He fit perfectly, at least that’s what it felt like. You were positive he could tell how much you liked his cock from the way you unconsciously clenched around him, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. If his ego inflated to the size of the moon after this, fuck it.

“Fuck, st-stop doing that,” Minho stuttered, pressing one of his hands against your hip to try and keep you still. 

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re, God, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he hissed. “If you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t even realize.”

You took a deep breath and willed your body to relax. It had been so long since you’d been properly fucked and you didn’t want it to be over before it even started. 

“Are you good to keep going?” Minho asked once he’d regained some semblance of composure. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Yeah, fuck please move.”

He leaned down to kiss you as he began to rock his hips into yours and you met him halfway. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips. He groaned into your mouth and nipped at your bottom lip when you pulled away. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he confessed, voice raspy. 

Baby was new. And it made you whimper in response. 

“So goddamn tight. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

Did he say this to every girl he fucked? Because it sounded like a line, but it was working like a charm on you. 

As if he realized he was rambling, he busied his mouth in other ways. He kissed your neck, careful not to leave marks, before moving down to the valley of your breasts where he continued his work. The way he lowered himself onto you pushed his cock in even deeper, something you didn’t think was possible. 

His lips were warm. They were so warm. Each kiss felt like you were touching the sun. You could feel the heat against your skin even as he moved away, pressing kisses elsewhere. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Minho asked. 

You hadn’t even realized that you had been smiling, or that he had stopped kissing you. He was going faster now too. You hadn’t noticed that either. You were far too gone, clearly.

“Feels good,” was as much as you could manage, but that seemed to satisfy Minho. 

“Yeah? Have I fucked you dumb already?” he cooed condescendingly. 

You nodded. “Feels sooo good. Feel so full.”

You’d be embarrassed by your barely-comprehensible sentences, but you didn’t have the capacity to feel anything other than pleasure in that moment. You doubted you’d even remember what you said in the morning. 

“You close again, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Fuck, me too. I’ll get you there, though. I’ll make you feel even better.”

He brought one of his hands down to your clit and used his thumb to rub somewhat uncoordinated circles on it. He was gentler than he had been before, like he knew you were still sensitive from cumming the first time. The added stimulation brought you back to the edge in record time and all you could do to alert Minho of what was happening was frantically grab his bicep and squeeze it repeatedly.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, baby.”

Your entire body tensed as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. Minho fucked you through it again, announcing that he was cumming right as you started to come down. Watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as he came was almost enough to send you into a third orgasm. His eyes shut and his mouth fell open into an O shape as his hips faltered. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was certain he’d given you every last drop of his cum, choking out a string of curses followed by your name through gritted teeth. 

He collapsed on top of you seconds later, completely spent and still inside of you. 

“Fuck, that was good,” he panted. You nodded in agreement, wincing when you felt him pull out. “You okay?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I can walk. My legs feel like jelly.”

“Would another orgasm help?”

“No,” you groaned. “I can’t take another one.”

“I was kidding. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and back to your room.”

“Nooo, I’m tired,” you whined. 

“I know, I know,” he said softly, “but you can’t sleep here. Unless you want Jisung to find out?”

“Fine,” you mumbled. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear him moving around the hotel room. “Just give me like five minutes to nap.”

“You know I can’t do that.” When you opened your eyes he was wearing pants again and standing beside the bed waiting for you. “You need to shower. And pee. A UTI in the middle of vacation would really suck.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You knew that before sleeping with me.”

“Yeah, and I still did it anyway. Now, get up.”

“You’re so bossy,” you muttered under your breath, repeating the sentiment you had already voiced. Minho just chuckled and helped you to your feet.

“You seemed to like that earlier.”

“Yeah, when you were making me cum.”

“Well, I won’t be able to make you cum anymore if you contract an infection. So I have to be bossy or else you won’t listen.” 

“Or else you won’t listen,” you mocked. 

Minho grinned despite himself and shook his head at you. “We should’ve started doing this way sooner.”

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🍽️ Delphinium Academy is Korea’s prestigious high school, it’s well known for its massive cafeteria with delicious selections every day. It’d be a blessing to get food there. So when you, a culinary prodigy, are accepted into their culinary course, it means free food and a cool uniform. To Jay, Delphinium’s best volunteer, having a culinary mastermind work with him is his biggest fear. So to prevent you from laying a finger on his kitchen, let’s just say you got salmonella and a rivalry between the both of you. 

૮₍  ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა culinary student! jay x f! reader

INGREDIENTS > romcom, smau, highschool au (vocational school bc i went to one and i've never experienced a normal hs), rivals to lovers

CONTAINS > 14+, profanities, food (i dont recommend reading this if ur sensitive to food since 99% of this is about it), kys & kms jokes, jay is kinda mean, friend groups jokingly bully each other (the jokes are kinda mean but i swear most friend groups does this 😭); mentions of food poisoning, fires, injuries, blood

૮₍  ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა heejin & haseul from artms, serim & taeyoung from cravity, gaon (jiseok) from xdh, jake sunghoon & sunoo from enha, jisung from nct, harua & jo from &team, chuu (jiwoo), yoon from stayc, hanni from nwjns, gaeul from ive, ryujin from itzy, mingyu from svt, saerom from fromis_9, younghoon from tbz, jangjun from gncd

BEST BEFORE > jan 12 ���24 - EXPIRED

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🗯️ going insane

A RECIPE TO MAKE A POISONOUS CHEF!

🍽️ EGGSHELLS # ANCHOVIES # LICORICE # TRUFFLE OIL

PREPARATION # wait i ate that soup

ONE # dishwasher head

TWO # blud thinks shes in hsm rn

THREE # middle finger on top a middle finger

FOUR # URGHHH KYSSS

FIVE # peter griffin skin

to be added...!

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[yoonrimin]

yoon recommends

STRAY KIDS

@feelbokkie >>>> don't let me love you

pairing: felix x fem!reader / chan x reader

summary: with the upcoming wedding of her cousin and her ex, y/n is in desperate need of a date for the wedding that will show the happy couple that she moved on

genre: smau, fake dating, crack, angst, fluff

status: completed

feelbokkie also has a lot of other content for stray kids that i really enjoy, i think that i read all her materialist so go and check her blog out!

@milkandhyunnie >>>> this boy is bad news

pairing: hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, smut, smau, college au, enemies to lovers

status: ongoing

summary: as an aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for the uni chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. you think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—hwang hyunjin.

we love a good enemies to lovers in this blog! and the character development????? off the charts

@sluttywonwoo >>>> instead of you

pairing: best friend’s brother!lee minho x f!reader ft. han jisung

status: ongoing

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

series warnings: swearing, drug + alcohol use/mentions, menstruation mentions, angst, eventual smut

one of the best minho fanfics fr

btw you're going to see a lot of Kaili in my recs ;)

@skzonthebrain >>>> GO LIVE bangchan

pairing: chan x fem!reader

genre: smau, university au, established friendships, strangers to friends to lovers

status: ongoing

summary: you're crushing on the local JYP Campus Radio Host, Chan, but then again who isn't? You've always admired him from a far, thinking just like any other popular guy, he wouldn't give you the time of day. After a sudden encounter with Chan one day in the campus coffee shop 'Lifeline', everything changes."

>>>> If only you new

pairing: Chan x reader (gender not mentioned)

genre: one shot, established best friends with chan, angst, pining, fluff

summary: your ex cheated on you. you are heartbroken, have been crying for days and the worst of it all, you're now sick with the flu. thankfully Chan will always be there to look after you. is there a reason he cares so much?"

content warning: mentions of cheating, reader is cheated on, mentions of betrayal, character gets sick and pretty depressed.

>>>> what the heart wants

pairing: chan x reader

genre: one shot, nonidol!au, fluff, emotional, first confessions, best friends to lovers, established friendship with Minho and his fiance, established friendship with chan

summary: you have healed from the pain your ex caused and your close friend helps you realise you're ready to love again. will Chan still feel the same way after all this time?"

content warnings: mentions of being cheated on, emotional but happy emotional, mentions of pregnancy (not y/n), opening your heart to love after betrayal, nothing but fluff really.

i find all of the works of Ven pretty well written, is one of those writers that leaves you feeling the passion that she puts on her writing. i love them.

@kkami-writes >>>> waiting for us

pairing. ot8 x fem!reader

genre: soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au + written parts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut(?)

status: ongoing

summary: at age 16 you either get your soul mark (in the form of your soulmates name somewhere on your body) or you become a blank, someone who doesn't have a soulmate. you've long lost any semblance of hope or comfort in the magic of soulmates, despite the fact that you have 8 of them.

content warning: swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, skz should be in horny jail, potential smut (MDNI), domestic abuse, sexual assault, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, male x male relationships (skz are soulmates), polyamory, kms/kys jokes, mentions of homophobia + transphobia, lots of written parts, more to be added.

one of my recent lectures that i've been enjoying a looot. i truly recommend it.

@mazeinthemiroh >>>> all her materialist

i love their work, her reactions are really really good and well written. one of my comfort blogs tbh

that's why all her stray kids materialist is here, just so you can see and read it with your own eyes

@straylightdream >>>> 8.13

pairing: lee know × fem!reader

genre: one shot

summary: after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

this made me cry its so good and fluffy omg

p.d: in the future new blogs are going to be added, these are my more recent and current obsessions of the month if am being honest. but they're here because of the history and the writers are doing a really really good job with their works which is highly appreciated.

♡♡ if you're one of the creators tagged here i wanna say thank you for your hard work and that i truly admire your talent and skills that give us those beautiful stories ♡♡

p.d. 2: i apologize if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language, if you find any please let me know so i can get better!

xoxo, yoon's out!

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 "to take a bullet for you." | han

disclaimers; cursing*, no acts of violence portrayed in this fic are condoned*, written from second person perspective; no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; han x female reader

synopsis; you love jisung enough to take a bullet for him.

content; yakuza au (han & reader are yakuza leaders), death of a minor character, gun violence*, minor fluff at the end | word count; 1.3 k

jisung cannot fathom ever losing you.

life was about endurance, suffering through the hell of the cold, cruel world’s iniquities; yet finding respite in the things you loved, with the people you loved. he had never contemplated what it would mean to lose you.

you stalked cautiously behind him into his study, taking a seat on the chaise lounge alongside him while maintaining a slight distance. he hung his head in his hands, a fretful sigh emitting from him before he raked his fingers through his slicked back charcoal locks, sending strands in disarray across his forehead.

one of jisung’s attendants, yoon, stood next to you quietly, working skilfully to disinfect and bandage the flesh wound that adorned your right shoulder. feeling the sharp sting as the aide applied some alcohol to clean the injury, you could only hiss, biting your lip in discomfort.

jisung’s hand came to grasp yours, his thumb gently caressed the back of your palm. although an unfamiliar act, his touch encompassed a warmth of reassurance.

a few short moments later, yoon had patched up your abrasion.

“thank you for your work, you may leave.”

having dismissed the attendant, the two of you were ensconced in a stifling silence. there was an air of anticipation, the pair of you suppressing a slew of opinions, afraid to displease the other.

your story with jisung began in your childhood, having grown up alongside him. the pair of you were born to neighbouring syndicate leaders. as children, you attended the same schools, being raised in a similar manner to jisung, with the purpose of succeeding your father as his sole heir. you were trained in the art of combat and self-defence, then educated in handling business and negotiations; groomed to someday become the head of the clan.

but that plot was cut short just before your eighteenth birthday, your father welcomed your estranged half-brother, seunghyun, a product of his countless affairs, into the main house. with the emergence of seunghyun, your father tenaciously proposed the idea of marrying you off to jisung under the guise of strengthening the truce between the two groups. however, it was far from the truth. it was a demeaning ploy to have you domesticated, an odious endeavour at removing you from the line of succession so you would not hinder your half-sibling’s opportunity to assume power.

nevertheless, jisung nurtured the fire in your soul. he saw your potential, while your father hatefully admonished that "women held no position in the yakuza other than as entertainment," jisung had profound faith that you would disprove that belief, and it would only be one of the many glass ceilings that you broke through.

from the moment your marriage was official, you were regarded as an equal to him and by his men. he established that you were sharing the position as clan leader, that your opinion was to be regarded as the highest with his, and your safety was to be even more so a priority than his.

it was from his actions alone, sparing you the cheap saccharine illusions, that showed you he viewed you as his significant other: his partner in life and in crime.

“what were you thinking?” he uttered, eyes trained on something across the room, but his hand remained firmly in yours.

jisung understood you were not defenceless, rather you were more agile and quick witted than he could be at times, but the reality of your livelihood meant he had to be on constant alert. despite knowing your strength and resilience, jisung was protective of you, and he would travel across the ends of the earth to ensure you were respected and treated with utmost care. these deep feelings he harboured for you were never made apparent, he felt remorseful enough in having had your hand in marriage forcefully given to him.

the evening’s events were a bitter caveat that enlightened jisung to the perils you would encounter after acquiring the status of leader and becoming his wife. he viewed you as a source of strength, but in the world of crime, this translated to you being his ultimate weakness; a target for his opponents to steady their aim toward.

jisung had taken you along with him for a routine check up at the port on the east side of town, introducing you to his most trusted racket leader, park, who had been in the business with the han clan for over thirty years.

a spy sent on behalf of seunghyun disguised himself as a day-hire and lurked around the warehouse in the shadows as you and jisung conversed with park. you only noticed the lackey’s presence mere seconds before he took aim and shot at jisung’s back.

the glint of the metal cylinder under the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window caught your attention and you precipitately shieled jisung, both of you tumbling to the floor in your attempt to duck for cover. in doing so, you saved your husband from any detriment, but the bullet had caught the top of your right shoulder.

jisung’s fellows were quick to apprehend the assailant, kneeling him in front of the clan leader. your husband draped his coat over you, before ordering his attendant to escort you back to the car.

"i won't take long." he whispered, observing the weariness in your eyes.

once you were out of sight, he commenced his business with the shooter. there was an instantaneous switch from his placid demeanour when you were nearby, to the current bloodthirsty contempt he exuded; it sent chills down the perpetrator's spine.

“adults have to be responsible for their actions.”

your husband retrieved his handgun before outstretching his arm, and cocking the weapon in preparation with the heel of his palm.

“i don’t think it’s right to waste this round. do you?” he took the cold metal barrel to the man’s cheek, tapping it lightly.

“i’m not the fish you want. it was only a warning shot, seunghyun just wants t-to talk.” the attacker whimpered, filled with trepidation.

jisung refrained from laughing as he aimed the firearm directly between the man’s eyes.

“forget it. i’m not interested in talking anymore.”

he did not take pride in killing people, often affording lower grade men leniency, but seunghyun’s audaciousness in sending an inexperienced buffoon with a gun to confront him was beyond insulting.

"you disrespect me? i would have given you a warning."

jisung could only see red.

"but you disrespect my wife? that's when you earnt your fucking death sentence,” he remarked before promptly pulling the trigger.

the lump in your throat was growing, nearly suffocating, and you swallowed thickly. your husband’s usual garrulous disposition had disappeared, replaced by an anomalous withdrawal.

“he was about to shoot you. i couldn’t let that happen.” you respond lowly.

you kept your gaze fixed on your intertwined hands, fearful that the walls you had painstakingly broken between the two of you were being reconstructed, and this time reinforced.

through gritted teeth, and lips pursed taut with frustration, jisung finally peered over at you.

“and I’m supposed to be okay watching you get hurt? you’re my wife. you promised me forever.”

your heart clenched in contrite, his hardened facade collasping as you hear the desperate edge in his voice. you look up to match his gaze and discover the worry that glazes his features. having been a long-time companion to jisung, you were very rarely a witness to his fears.

you loosen his grip from yours and bring both your hands up to cup his soft cheeks. at your sudden tenderness, his tense jaw slackens, and his eyebrows unfurrow. you draw yourself closer to Jisung, less than an inch between you two remained.

“you should know that I love you."

you place a delicate kiss to his lips, the first with true feeling; no obligation nor hesitance veiling the action, just pure love and adoration for the man in front of you.

jisung drew back, a euphoric breath escaping him.

"enough to take a bullet for you.”

your husband was well aware that humour was your coping mechanism but began sulking, drawing his bottom lip into a pout. his hands moved to encircle your waist, steadily pulling you into his lap as he reclined back against the chaise lounge.

“shut up, you just did... now kiss me again.”

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ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ note; i wanted to challenge myself to do something different but i don't know if this came together as well as i intended. i feel like i blurred the lines between mafia and yakuza(?) i realise reader takes the side of "i'd die for you," while han plays the role of "i'd kill for you." lil bit of opposites attract? anyway, please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; october 02, 2023.

[seungrem]

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Theme Codes:

🧸 - fluffy

🫧- angsty

❄️ - smut, 18+

🪐- AU

☁️ - replacement for y/n

🌿 - long / a series OR 🌱 - oneshot / short

( +/- ) used if there is more or less of a theme

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- h. kai - finishing what we started ( 🧸, 🌿, ❄️ )

- h. kai & yeonjun - feel good ( -🧸, +🫧, ❄️, 🌿 )

- beomgyu - boyfriend beom ( 🧸, 🌱 ) (old draft)

stray kids

- hyunjin - the one & only ( 🧸, 🪐 , 🌿 )

- bangchan - life without u : part 1 ( +🫧, 🌿 )

lw/ou : part 2 ( 🫧 -> 🧸, 🌿 )

- han jisung - close enough ( +❄️, 🌱 )

- lee felix - work husband ( +❄️, 🪐, 🌱 )

seventeen

- yoon jeonghan - make it up to u ( 🧸, -❄️, 🌿 )

part 2 ??? coming never

- hong joshua - perspective ( +🧸, ❄️, 🌿 )

nct

- taeyeong x m!

ateez

- seonghwa - burying the hatchet ( +🫧, -🧸, 🪐, 🌿)

enhypen

- sunghoon - The Curse of Sunghoon ( +🫧, 🪐, 🌿 )

TCoS - part 2 ~*+

Song-Inspired

Ditto (newjeans) - classmate x m!reader

Eternal Sunshine (ari) - tbd

DC

batfam

- d. grayson ( nightwing ) - confidential p1 ( -🧸, 🌿 )

*confidential p2: red hood’s sar ( 🫧, -🧸, 🌿 )

- jason todd

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[zeroseuniverse]

DO NOT COPY OR IMITATE MY WORK   

 FILE NAME: FROM ASHES

Featuring: TXT|Choi Soobin|Choi Yeonjun|Choi Beomgyu|Kang Taehyun|Huening Kai|SKZ|Bang Chan|Lee Minho|Seo Changbin|Hwang Hyunjin|Han Jisung|Lee Felix| Kim Seungmin| Yang Jeongin|ATZ| Kim Hongjoong|Park Seonghwa|Jeong Yunho|Kang Yeosang|Choi San|Song Mingi|Jung Wooyoung|Choi Jongho|BTS|Kim Seokjin|Min Yoongi|Jung Hoseok|Kim Namjoon|Park Jimin|Kim Taehyung|Jeon Jungkook|ENHA|Lee Heeseung|Park Jay|Sim Jake|Park Sunghoon|Kim Sunoo|Yang Jungwon|Nishimura Riki|SVT| Choi Seungcheol|Yoon Jeonghan|Hong Jisoo|Wen Junhui|Kwon Soonyoung|Jeon Wonwoo|Lee Jihoon|Lee Seokmin|Kim Mingyu|Xu Minghao|Boo Seungkwan|Chwe Vernon|Lee Chan|P1H|Yoon Keeho|Choi Taeyang|Choi Jiung|Hwang Intak|Haku Shota|Kim Jongseob|

   SYNOPSIS: OVERVIEW

  40 years ago the government announced their trials for genetic testing on humans. It started innocent, treatments for less severe hereditary conditions, people lining up to get the treatments. The world had no idea of the plans hidden under the facade of curing ailments. The damage started small, an odd quirk here and there, maybe some horns sprouting or skin changing color. As the years passed and technology improved, more and more subjects received more apparent powers, which would be passed down and mutated as the generations continued, it wasn’t a controlled test anymore. 

       Now the once bustling city was silent after 7 PM, their attempt to protect the public from the monsters they created, each identified mutant had to go through a test and get approval for citizenship, old abandoned hospitals refurbished to house the new citizens in their attempt to keep the mutants away from the standard citizens. Though they seemingly lived cohesively, prejudices were very common in this new world, every mutant and mutant sympathizers had to deal with ridicule, protests, threats. The once happy country had become one of hate, but maybe the ones you hate could be the only ones to save you, what would you do then?

         Index…

                       𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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SIREN [P1harmony]

1.Too Young to Die[Soul x reader x Jongseob] 2.Back to Back[Theo] 3. Stupid In Love[Keeho] 4.Nice Guy[Intak] 5.Off the Mask[Jiung]

                                15%...

Light A Flame [SEVENTEEN]

1.Numb [Wonwoo x reader x Woozi] 2. In Your Head[Joshua] 3. Trial and Error[Mingyu]4. Slow[Vernon x reader x Seokmin]5.Live Wire[Dino]6. Midnight Mirage[Seungkwan] 7. Meet You On The Plane[Soonyoung]8. Lovers In Black[Jeonghan x Reader X Minghao X Reader X Jun] Otherworldly[Seungcheol]

                                35%...

Good Boy Gone Bad [TOMORROW BY TOGETHER]

1.Can’t You See Me [Yeonjun] 2. Purposefully Accidental [Taehyun] 3. Jinxed [Kai] 4. Taunt [Beomgyu] 5. Chill [Soobin] 

                                50%...

The Sound [STRAYKIDS]

1.Facts or Fiction?[Han]2. The Love We Feel[Jeongin X Reader X Seungmin X Reader X Lee Know] 3. Addicted To You [Changbin] 4. All Of The Things We Try To Forget [Hyunjin X Reader X Felix] 5. Burn For You [Chan]

                              70%...

Outlaw [ATEEZ]

1.Wielding Love[Seonghwa] 2. Taking A Chance [Jongho] 3. Fight For Love [San] 4. Through The Firewall [Hongjoong] 5. Snagged Heart [Yeosang]6. Bare to Me [Mingi] 7. Smooth Criminal [Wooyoung X Reader X Yunho]

                              99%...

Mortal [ENHYPEN]

1.Learn to Love [Heeseung X Reader X Jungwon] 2. Puppy  Love [Jake] 3.Fatal Flaws [Niki] 4. For The Plot [Sunoo] 5.In The Codes [Sunghoon] 6. Taste Of Love [Jay]

                            100%...

Life Goes On [BANGTAN]

1. If This Isn’t Love[Jimin X Reader X Taehyung X Reader X Jungkook]  2. Kindest Lie [Hoseok] 3. Silver Spoon [Namjoon] 4. Who Am I To Judge [Jin] 5. Delicate Love [Yoongi]

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REMEMBER: You do not have to read every story to understand, this is a series of stories taking place in the same universe at different periods but I will write summaries to keep you in the loop don't worry, also some of these stories will be fem pronouns, some might be gender neutral, it depends on the mental character for each story, please don't be too harsh when judging, this story is a few years in the making

Also I will be updating this page as I go, placing the links in this will be the Navigation for the series.

[h4chi]

love alarm, part i.

where THEO makes YN’s love alarm ring.

theo x female reader. 909 words

“i can’t believe you downloaded it.”

yoon keeho sighed from his seat across you, his head resting on the palm of his hand while he boringly sipped some tea.

you smiled to yourself, fingers busy playing with your brand new phone case.

“intak asked me to do so. he said he made a bet with one of his friends that he could get a few people to download it. stupid bet, to be honest.” you smiled softly. “but you know i’d do anything for him.”

keeho simply chuckled. “yeah, i know. he knows too. kind of easy.”

keeho’s eyes moved from your figure to the entrance of the cafe upon hearing the bell ring.

“oh, you want to turn around so bad.”

“who’s there?” you sip from your cappuccino, fighting the urge to embarrass yourself and your best friend in front of whoever was at the entrance.

“it’s jiung with… jia? park jia, i think. isn’t she the 5th girl he’s going out with this week?”

“park jia as in kim jongseob’s best friend?” he hums in approval.

“poor thing. i could never bare breathing the same air as him for more than five minutes.” keeho stifles a laugh with a smile, before gazing back to the entrance door.

“careful, they’re coming here.” he fix his sitting position. ”behave, please. we’re in public.”

“sure thing, dad.”

“so, who do we have here?” jiung puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling first at you and then at keeho. “high school heartthrob keeho and the beautiful yn. who if not my favorite duo! how is it going, guys?” he doesn’t move his hand from your figure, and you can feel jia glaring at you next to her boyfriend.

keeho answers for the both of you. “we’re doing just fine, jisung, thank you for asking.”

jiung raises his hand to catch a waiter’s attention, then mouthing him a ‘the usual’.

keeho looks at him in a way to silently tell him to go away, while jiung looks back with a stretched smile on his face, with no intention of moving from the spot he’s currently standing in.

there’s just a second of silence before you decide to interrupt. “so, how’s it going with your new girl?” you smile at the lady you just mentioned, who doesn’t change her expression from earlier. “does she know you were here yesterday around the same hour with sora? or two days ago with mia?” jia furrows her eyebrows, clearly unaware.

“hey hey hey, yn, my dear.” jiung finally leaves your shoulder in peace, both his hands raising in defense from your recent statement. “can’t a guy go out with his friends in peace?” he puts an arm around jia, who looks pissed at his last statement, but still decides to stay where she is.

“yeah, whatever. make sure to pay for her at least.” you stand up and look at keeho, who gets the hint and copies your movements. “we’re leaving, we got class in 5. see you around?”

keeho bids goodbye at the couple, then following you to the exit.

“bye lovebirds!” jiung shouts.

“yn, what did i tell you?” you’re walking to class. actually, keeho’s english class, as yours, italian, just got cancelled.

“i didn’t say anything bad! just the truth.” you raised your hands in defense. “i feel sorry for all the girls he went to bed with. you know we have this beef going on from, like, 7th grade.” you keep on rambling. “i despise him.” you narrow your eyes. “a lot.”

keeho let’s out a sigh, passing a hand through his hair. “next time, let’s just leave.”

it’s silence for a while, and then you take a good look at him from your peripheral view.

“is everything good?”

he nods.

“i didn’t do the homework. miss song will kick my ass for real this time.”

you stop in front of his class, getting some papers from your bag. “here. you can pay me back with a coffee tomorrow morning.”

“oh my god, i love you. you’re the best.” keeho quickly takes the papers from you, hugging you. “i’ll go now, see you in korean?”

you let out a “uh-uh” as you then start making your way to the school cafeteria.

the big room is now empty, as all of the students have already left to reach their classes. you take a seat on a table in the left corner of the room, going to charge your ipad to the nearest outlet. you put your headphones on, playing some music on shuffle.

theo looks at his phone, a cross covering the text ‘japanese - room 4’ on his school’s schedule app. he looked around, not a soul to be seen, and started making his way out of the building.

apart from the faint sound of music coming from your device, the big, white room is completely silent. it’s too late for theo to go back when he sets foot in the place, and you both hear a notification from your phone.

you pause the music, widening your eyes while staring incredulously at your screen.

someone likes you within a 10 meters radius.

you look up, and your eyes meet theo’s. he seems also aware of what just happened, and he does the first thing that comes to his mind: he quickly runs outside.

you’re still sitting on your chair, frozen, completely immobilized.

you don’t know what to do, nor what to think.

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[ao3feed-ateez]

the downfall of ricky

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD by ilovekeyfromshineeteehee y/n needs to find her oppa asap! but nobody will get with her :( shes just a koreaboo. but soon a magical fairy rei gets her with shindong and she meets his nephew, ricky. ricky does it with y/n but soon y/n finds out hes a cheater. zhang hao bites the curb. zhang hao and y/n soon break up w ricky. everyone falls inlove with the nonchalant dreadhead taesan.wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… freakbob not now!! Words: 2564, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: ZEROBASEONE | ZB1 (Korea Band), NCT (Band), P1Harmony (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), Stray Kids (Band), The Boyz (Korea Band), Super Junior, IVE (Band), ENHYPEN (Band), ILLIT (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: Shen Quanrui | Ricky, Lee Heeseung, Han Dongmin | Taesan, Zhang Hao (ZEROBASEONE), Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE), Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong, Naoi Rei, Mark Lee (NCT), Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Choi Taeyang | Theo, Haku Shota | Soul, Han Jisung | Han, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Yoon Keeho, Kim Woonhak, Lee Sanghyeok | Riwoo, Myung Jaehyun, Woo Jiho | Zico, Na Jaemin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Yujin (ZEROBASEONE), Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Sung Hanbin, Kim Jiwoong (ZEROBASEONE), Moon Hyungseo | Kevin, Bae Junyung | Jacob, Kim Gyuvin, freakbob Relationships: Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Reader, Kim Taerae (ZEROBASEONE)/Reader, Shin Donghee | Shindong/Reader, Shen Quanrui | Ricky/Zhang Hao, Han Jisung/Soul | Haku Shota, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee, Heeseung/Freakbob, Taesan/All the girls, Ricky/All the girls Additional Tags: Niggers - Freeform, zhang hao biting the curb, Rape, zhang hao getting booty raped, zhang hao getting jumped by woonhak riwoo and jaehyun, ricky cheater, nonchalant dreadhead, ricky mean, nigger, nigga, master zico, zhang hao bleeding out of anus, y/n finds oppa, y/n oppa, jaemin dont give a fuck about y/n, han and soul have sex, keeho loves ricky, Ricky rizz, rizz - Freeform, Ohio, skibidi, taesan is the real nonchalant dreadhead, taesan might be gay, wait.. 𝓲𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵… - Freeform, freakbob - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/MjveqzD

[arinalvs]

Love or Heartbreak,,,? (Masterlist)

Summary:  Park Y/N has been harboring feelings for Yang Jungwon for years, but why was it so hard for her to confess? her best friend since birth; Kim Nabi has also been harboring feelings for the said male, in order to prevent her bestfriend to get heartbroken (and keep their friendship stable) because the liked the same man, she kept her feelings to herself and admired him from afar. but what happens if the male also admitted to have harbored feelings for y/n?

Pairings: Yang Jungwon X F!Reader,Beomgyu x F!Reader

warnings: SMAU+Written. Strangers(?) to Lovers. Alot of Misunderstandings between Nabi, Y/N & Jungwon. Angst. Fluff. Comedy. plot twist. Cursing, Kys/kms jokes. Smut jokes but no actual smut.

Feat: Enhypen, TXT (Soobin & Beomgyu), Le sserafim (Kazuha), Ive (Rei), Kep1er (Dayeon), Stayc (Yoon), NCT (Jisung) 

Taglist: Open- @ineedaherosavemeenow (Send an ask/reply to be added.)

A/N: FINALLYY, first smau coming soon!!! also just to clarify things with the pairing of Beomgyu x F! Reader, Beomgyu is Y/N’s Ex-boyfriend in this Smau but Y/N & Jungwon are the main love interest. Anyway, Will be posting the profiles on Sunday but I will officially start making the story line on 1/25/2023 or next month ! Status: Starting Soon! Main Masterlist!

Profiles: Y/N's emotional support | Jungwon and friends

Prolouge: Start of a new Life, no more Jungwon. -Written

Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Chapter 3:

More to be added!

[vkooksupremacy]

Of this World : NCT Future

NCT x Male Reader Platonic

Introduction to NCT Future

Jung Y/N

- NCT Future

- Leader, Visual 1/2, Vocalist, pianist, All rounder

- 02'liner, Feb 6

- Jisung's Twin (Jisung older by half an hour)

Face claim : Park Jisung (they're twins)

Han Haewon

- NCT Future

- Rapper, no instrument

- 02'liner, May 8th

Face claim : Jeon Jungkook

Jeon Yuhan

- NCT Future

- Rapper, Visual 2/2, no instrument

- 02'liner, September 21st

Face claim : Yoon Jeonghan

Kim Baekmin

- NCT Future

- Vocalist, guitarist

- 03'liner, 20th March

Face claim : Lee Heeseung

Lee Minhan

- NCT Future

- Vocalist, Electric Bass

- 03'liner, 18th May

Face claim : Yang Jeongin

Park Yubin

- NCT Future

- Vocalist, Drums

- 03'liner, 30th August

Face claim : Kang Taehyun

Kang Junyong

- NCT Future

- Rapper, Guitarist

- 03'liner, 5th December

Face claim : Yang Jungwon

Lee Garin

- NCT Future

- Vocalist, Drums

- 04'liner, February 9th

Face claim : Choi San

[channiekyun]

clockwork//wanna one//jisung

series: fate bound (1/11)

pairing: yoon jisung/reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: You cursed at yourself for how you couldn't love the man in the hospital bed who looked at you so sweetly. Too bad you couldn't feel the same way he did.

more: guanlin | daehwi | jinyoung | jihoon | woojin | daniel | jaehwan | seongwoo | minhyun | sungwoon | jisung

In this universe, you are born with a “soulmate clock” ticking down to every single second to when you would meet your soulmate. Everyone around you was intrigued by the fact that the clock on your wrist was set to such a limited amount of time. The average time that one would meet your soulmate was almost 18 years when most people became legal, but yours was set to 8 years, 10 years off. You never grasped the concept but everything changed when you entered the hospital waiting room.

Your soulmate wasn’t in the waiting room, you could tell, but with watchful eyes, you stared at the clock that took a toll with every breath you took. And while you sat in the chair which seemed strangely far away from all the others, you thought to yourself why would you meet him in a hospital? You almost cried at the thoughts that took a wrong road. And as both hands of the clock stopped, the door opened to a boy in a hospital gown. Barefoot he walked, he had tightly gripped around the machine he strolled along with him. You paused, your heart beating in an irregular manner and your breath hitched. The way Jisung looked at you was indescribable, the same as the way he felt. Why he felt that way he didn’t know. Jisung was almost special, both in his state and to you. You visited him often in his hospital room after that, even though this was the only way to see him, you quickly became friends with him. You liked that you both felt comfortable around each other, even though he was lying in the hospital bed with tubes surrounding him. The tubes scared you. Jisung was a small child enveloped in his enormous white bed, it was like he would be swallowed by it and disappear. You didn’t want that. You needed him in your life. A while later, when you were in high school, your mind had grown to see others with soulmates be affectionately bonding with them. People told you that this was normal but having never experienced it, you were confused. Many people consulted you on you and your soulmate and if you met already. Telling them dead straight about Jisung’s condition, they quickly apologized and retreated. There were talks about how you felt a special connection and how love was how you wanted the best for the other person. Whenever you heard this subject over and over again, you thought of you and Jisung. You felt a special connection and wanted the best, but the conversation would always dive deeper and state that you felt romantical for your partner. It was never like you never thought romantically of him, maybe it was just some type of cheerful fairy tale where the princess gets saved by the knight. But here the knight can’t just do that. You saw him as a friend which you adored above all else. Your visits began to get more spaced out when you entered medical school. When you told him that you were becoming a doctor, he was in awe. “Maybe when you become a doctor, you could help me. You’ll be better than the other doctors.” He said, stroking your hair. And his eyes, oh his eyes, looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive. These words flowed through your ears. How could you fall out of love with a man so sweet? You hated that you could never feel the same way he did for you, he never had to say anything, his eyes said it all. Your eyes couldn’t reach his anymore, because whenever you looked at those painful eyes masked with his own love for you, you knew you were just hurting the both of you. So, for then, you just then you prayed. Years passed by, with your success reaching a high with his health on a low. Jisung was strong even though he might not’ve looked like it. So when you returned to the same hospital room he had used for more than 20 years of his life in with more tubes and machines than ever stuck to him, you were shocked. You wanted to say something to him, but you felt like it wasn’t appropriate. What mattered was that you were officially a doctor now. That news would make him happy. Right? You waited an hour until he woke up. During this time, your hand traced his soft cheek and thought of how unfortunate you both were: to meet early and fall earlier. Tears stung your eyes as he slept. As he woke up to the sight of tears being shed, he showed a kind smile and played with your hand. It was almost cold, limp even. “It’s been months.” His voice contradicted his smile. Your voice shook, “It has been.”You nervously laughed.“And I’ve become a doctor in those months. Top of the class even, Jisung.” “Well, I’m proud of you.” His eyes looked crestfallen as you cried even more. “Now I’m sure of what will be happening if you’re that sad?” “Of course, I know,” you replied sobbing into your hands. And with that, he hugged you. “Even if you don’t feel the same about me, my heart will unquestionably be yours at the end.” You stood at the head of the table with the medic team waiting for instructions, examining the limp body before you. You bit your lip in nervousness, then began making your incisions. There was little that could be done for him, even though you wanted the best for him, which was everything. Not everything wrong with Jisung could be made okay with surgery. Everything from the outside from the tubes from the machines needed to be present during the surgery, not all of them, but enough to make the whole entire process harder. You finished the surgery and told the team to clean up. And you watched as the nurses started to take Jisung back to his room. After the successful surgery, you had work around the clock you had to do so the only way you could see him was after your shift. You made your way in the corridor to your last appointment. A nurse quickly ran up to you. “Doctor! Yoon Jisung of Room 188 has a problem!” The blurred words brought you into a haze, but you ran anyway. No elevator, just dashing down the stairs. And as you made your way into the room, you saw him. You screamed running across the room to find his heartbeat. In those 10 seconds you got to save your soulmate, you rushed all operations because you just wanted the best for him. And when the heart monitor line flattened like your special connection had, you screamed because you didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t tell if he was happy or sad that this was happening. Maybe happy that he got to see you again before he left, or sad that he’ll never see you in this lifetime. He opened his mouth to say something, a single tear rolling down his face. But it closed, and he could speak no more. “Even if you don’t feel the same about me, my heart will unquestionably be yours at the end.” His words from yesterday haunted every corner in you. Your heart rate stopped itself, and oh how horribly you hoped that things could have ended a different way for you both.

Yoon Jisung. Successful surgery. Died of heart failure nearly hours after surgery in Room 188. 04/29/19. 5:28 PM KST.

But time keeps ticking, even if we want it to stop.

[dong-hyucks]

I Dare You ; Jisung

Prompt: 15. “Look, all I’m asking is for a favour.” Characters: Yoon Jisung / Reader / ft. Hwang Minhyun and Kim Yongguk/Jin Longguo Genre: Slight fluff, Non-Idol!AU, + kind of angsty kissing ? Word Count: 4.3k+ Admin: Jade lowkey dedicated to @longquos

Masterlists || Ten Days to Christmas Prompt List || TDC/CNY Masterlist

when you went to visit your friend in the town over, the last place you expected to end up at was in a cramped closet with your ex-boyfriend.

so, the week before christmas one of your best friends, hwang minhyun, invited you over for the holidays

you agreed, but there was a minor setback

he lived in a town six hours away from yours and you didn’t have a car

“i’ll just take a bus,” you told him, not excited for the uncomfortable ride

you didn’t have enough money for a two-way airplane ticket nor were you willing to buy one and you wouldn’t accept minhyun’s offer to pay for the ticket

“i have a friend in your town who’s driving over; why don’t you just get a ride from him?”

at first, you were incredibly wary over the idea of driving with a total stranger

but in the end the person is minhyun’s friend and he just kept going on and on about how much of a nice person the man is

plus, you really didn’t want to ride a stuffy bus for six hours

so after almost an hour of coaxing, you finally agreed to catch a ride with this friend of minhyun’s

“great! i’ll text him; i’m sure he’ll be okay with driving you.”

a couple of minutes later, he left you a text saying that his friend agreed to drive you and that he’d be out your door on the morning of christmas eve.

of course, when christmas even came around you had no way of preparing for the shock that was to come.

there was a knock on your door, one that sounded the moment you pulled your winter boots on

you quickly opened the door, keeping your head down as you zipped up your jacket

“i’ll be right out,” you stated, assuming the person was minhyun’s friend

as you turned away to grab your luggage, you didn’t notice the wide-eyed expression the man wore

finally, you looked up.

...

“[Y/N]... it’s nice to see you again.”

you couldn’t even string together a sentence, your feet frozen to the spot

“... jisung.”

to your complete and utter disbelief, minhyun’s friend was a man you knew quite well.

or, you thought you did.

time seemed to slow as you and yoon jisung stared at one another in the eyes, a tense air filling the room

“how long has it been since...”

you just let out a breath, shaking your head as you moved to sit down

jisung stood in the doorway, awkwardly shuffling from side to side as his eyes drifted from you to your hardwood floor

pulling out your phone, you called minhyun, who happened to answer almost right away

“hello? has he picked you up?”

“minhyun. you didn’t tell me that your friend is jisung.”

“oh! yeah, sorry about that. do you know him?”

you looked over at jisung, sighing deeply.

“he’s my ex.”

there was a silence -- jisung turned away while minhyun went quiet

“oh.”

after a few seconds you let out a groan, slumping over your dining table

jisung looked over to you, looking concerned as you lazily landed your head atop your arms, your hand still holding onto your phone

“i’ll see you later, minhyun.”

with that, you hung up.

you couldn’t really be mad at minhyun-- after he moved he had no idea who you’ve dated and who you’ve broken up with. how could he know that jisung happened to apply to both of those?

“let’s go then,” you mumbled, walking back to grab your small suitcase

jisung just nodded, glancing at you before looking away with the bite of his lip

you followed him wordlessly, only speaking to thank him when he took your luggage and put it in the back of his car

“you moved,” jisung commented as he started the car, taking a short look over your house. “no wonder i didn’t recognize it.”

you just nodded, leaning back against the seat

you noted how he didn’t change a single thing, even though it’s been over a year since you were last in the vehicle.

he still had those dollar-store quality air fresheners hanging from the rear-view mirror, he still had a package of face wipes on the middle console, and the car in all was still quite clean.

you let your eyes close, exhaustion from moving about so much so early in the morning slowly hitting you

you wanted to rest, you really did, but something about falling asleep in the presence of jisung made you... uncomfortable, in a sense

you heard the car’s engine as it rolled away from the curb, but you paid no mind to it

“how’s life?” jisung tried after a few (more than a few) minutes of silence, his eyes leaving the road for only a second to rest on your still form

“still the same. the only difference is that my job’s gotten more hectic.”

“your boss still giving you trouble?”

as he stopped at a red light, he turned his attention onto you.

when you nodded, he frowned; “she’s still an ass, huh?”

“like you can talk.”

your cold tone and ever colder words made him flinch and his heart clenched

he felt incredibly guilty over the circumstances of your breakup, even after fifteen months.

“[Y/N], i’m so sorry about how we...”

when he trailed off, you finally opened your eyes and deadpanned

“you left me, jisung. not only that, you left me on our anniversary. in a different town. you broke up with me without even looking me in the eyes and you left.”

with every word that came from your mouth, jisung felt more and more horrible 

it was as if each word was a ten pound dumbbell, adding onto the weight of guilt on his shoulders.

at his silence, you scoffed

turning over, as much as you could under your seat belt, you closed your eyes, feeling your fingertips burn as your vexation slowly bubbled beneath the surface

without realizing, you began drifting off to sleep.

 when your breathing slowed and you grew quiet, jisung frowned

moving over, he turned down the radio, not wanting to wake you up.

“hey,” you greeted jisung happily, leaning over the counter to peck his lips

before you could pull away, jisung cupped your face, bringing you closer despite the large object in between you

“what’re you doing here?” you asked, placing the wet wash cloth onto the counter. “you said you were coming at eight -- it’s seven, sung.”

jisung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “i wanted to see you, so i came early,” he sung, a playful air surrounding him

you merely laughed at his behaviour, shaking your head slightly as you continued to clean the countertops

jisung moved, leaving you to your business to sit at one of the bar stools not too far away

as you cleaned, stopping every once in a while to advise one of your newer coworkers how to properly fix up a drink, you didn’t notice jisung’s gaze

a small smile rested upon his lips, his chin resting in the palm of his hands as he looked on fondly

your coworker saw this and laughed to himself, nudging you and nodding in jisung’s direction

when you looked over, jisung kept staring unabashedly, his smile growing ever so slightly

you looked down, smiling just as he was, the tips of your ears growing hot

later, once your shift as a bartender was done, jisung was sitting in the same spot, slowly sipping on the margarita you gave him

“ready to go?” you asked, pulling on your jacket as you neared him

jisung nodded, smiling at you. “i’ve started the car, so go ahead, i’ll be right behind you.”

you didn’t ask why, too tired from a long day of work

pressing a kiss against his cheek, you made your way out to the parking lot

not more than five minutes later, jisung entered the vehicle, a bright smile on his face

“what’s made you so happy?” you asked, cocking a brow in amusement as you shoved your phone into your pocket

“it’s a surprise,” he grinned, driving away from the high class restaurant

you stared at him with raised brows, lowkey admiring the way the shitty streetlamps illuminated him beautifully

“hey,” jisung piped after a moment, “do me a favour, love?”

“what kind of favour?”

“nothing much. just... let me take you out.”

you looked over, curious “on a date?”

“on a road trip.”

“... what?”

he then went on, explaining how he wanted to surprise you since you had been stressed over school and over work, so he had pulled some strings and you were now free for the next three days

you stared at him in disbelief, before you finally cracked a smile.

“okay.”

//

you wished you never agreed.

you wished you never said ‘okay’.

you wished you never let him kiss you before you left.

maybe then, just maybe, you wouldn’t have a broken heart.

you remembered it vividly, as if it happened mere hours before -- left on the curb, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutched your phone.

it was cold that night. goosebumps littered themselves atop your skin. 

after all, you had been without a jacket.

you woke up with a start, a strangled gasp coming from your throat as you hunched over

“are you alright?” jisung asked, frowning with worry, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the road. “nightmare?”

you didn’t answer right away, catching your breath as you pulled at the seat belt that held you against your seat

“yeah,” you choked, “nightmare.”

jisung moved, his arm reaching out to comfortingly rest a hand on your shoulder, before he froze

right. you wouldn’t be comfortable with that.

you saw his arm retreat back to his side, his hand curling into a fist

“we’re almost there. to busan.”

you just nodded, slowly leaning back against your chair again, at last slowing your hurried breathing

as the bare road slowly became civilized, with high rises and homes galore, you found yourself staring at jisung

even now, you couldn’t deny the fact that he looked quite attractive driving, with one hand on the wheel and the other resting atop the middle console 

then again, when wasn’t he attractive

when he looked at you, the red stop light blinking in your peripheral, you stilled

“are you sure you’re okay?” he asked with a gentle voice, his eyes eventually moving back to the road once the light turned green

without thinking, you shook your head

you thought he didn’t see, too focused on driving, but his brows knitted together, a feeling of concern almost drowning jisung as he made small glances to you

“do you want to talk about it?”

you didn’t answer right away, making him think you were saying ‘no’

he didn’t press you, welcoming the silence that came afterwards

after all, after what he did, the last thing he wanted to do was making you any more uncomfortable than you already were

then, after a plethora of minutes, you starting fidgeting, your fingers intertwining on your lap nervously

“jisung... why did you break up with me?”

not expecting the sudden question, his foot slammed down on the brake

you lurched forward, so did he, only to be saved by your seat belt

“jisung, what the fuck?” you asked, holding your chest in shock

when you looked over at him, wide eyed, he was staring at the steering wheel with a similar expression

luckily, he had turned to an empty street right before you asked, so neither of you had to worry about traffic

“s-sorry?” he stammered, hesitantly looking at you before dropping his gaze

you refrained yourself from rolling your eyes, repeating your question

jisung swallowed thickly before pulling over and stopping the car

“well?”

you could practically see his nervousness; his hands shook slightly, his eyes wouldn’t stay still, and he was constantly clearing his throat, running his hands through his hair

when minutes passed, you unbuckled your seat belt to turn to him completely

no matter how long it took him to answer, you would wait.

after 15 months, you think that you’re ready for a proper answer, something you didn’t have the luxury of getting before

“i thought you cheated on me.”

everything went still, quiet as a mouse.

out of every possibility you had ever thought of in the past 15 months, the past 467 days, cheating had never come up.

your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, your mind racing as it tried to reach for reasoning, but to no avail.

“you what?”

jisung’s head bowed in shame, “you were taking a while, so i went in to buy some drinks...”

“can we stop here?” you asked, gesturing to the gas station that neared

it’s bright lights greatly contrasted the vast nothingness that surrounded it

“yeah, we need to fill up anyway.”

“great,” you said, “because i need to use the loo.”

jisung chuckled, nodding as he parked. “go ahead, i’ll just fill up the gas.”

as you leaned over the middle console, pecking jisung on the lips fondly, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the pine air freshener that hung from the mirror hit your nose; a subtle yet homey smell

jisung watched as you bounded inside the station, exiting the car himself moments after

even after he filled the gas, you still hadn’t returned.

jisung, being the slight worry-wort that he is, went inside

“we’ve run out of water,” he mumbled to himself, eyeing the empty bottles of water that had dropped by your feet

making sure he had his wallet, he headed straight to the refrigerators at the back

after grabbing a handful of bottles, he turned on his heel, ready to pay

only to freeze on the spot

he could see ‘you’ from where he stood, standing behind the counter

your arms were wrapped around someone who appeared to be a worker

“thanks for visiting me, babe,” the worker said, burying his face into ‘your’ neck

“it always gets boring here...”

jisung couldn’t listen to the rest, hot, stinging tears of betrayal filling his eyes

he clumsily dropped the bottles of water onto the nearest shelf and practically ran out of the station

it was as if his mind stopped working, his body moving on its own

before he knew it, he was back in the car, his hand turning on the ignition

his heart pounded loudly in his ears, and his hands tingled

‘... babe ...’

the man’s words kept echoing in his ears; you had never let him call you ‘babe’ saying it was far too generic of a pet name

so why had he...?

pulling out his phone he sent you a text

he typed a message, staring at the three words in disbelief

before he could even delete the message, his shaky finger had tapped against the ‘send’ button

realizing it was too late to take his words back, jisung threw his phone on the back seat, letting out a pained cry as sobs began to wrack his body

without thinking, he pulled out of the station and raced away, tears blurring his vision as he drove into the dark

when he finished his tale, he refused to look up at you

he slumped forward, his chest feeling heavy and constricted with guilt

“it was only when i got home,” he said, his voice shaky, “did i realize that it wasn’t you. the person, whoever they were, had their hair styled up in a way you didn’t.”

when you didn’t respond, jisung, frankly, felt like shit.

“i’m sorry,” he breathed out. “i wasn’t thinking right... i assumed and because of that i hurt you.” 

he peeked over at you, a pathetic excuse of a smile on his face. “you must hate me now, huh?”

you stared at him, your expression unreadable

after a while, you finally opened your mouth, almost shouting

“you idiot!”

jisung winced, but didn’t say anything.

he deserved it.

“you broke up with me,” you breathed out in utter disbelief, “you left me alone, all because you mistook someone else for me?”

it sounded even dumber when you said it out loud

“i can’t believe i still--” you stopped yourself, your hands knotting the fabric of your shirt tightly as you shook

“drive. we’re supposed to meet minhyun soon.’

your monotonous voice made him flinch, but he listened, too emotionally tired to speak

it felt like years, but in minutes you reached minhyun’s apartment.

the building was large and luxurious, not surprisingly -- minhyun did end up earning a lot of money after college.

when jisung tried to take your luggage out, you were faster and pulled it out of the trunk before he could even reach it

as you disappeared into the building, jisung sighed

‘i can’t believe i still --’

what were you going to say? you still... what?

shaking his head, he let go of his thoughts

that wasn’t his main concern right now.

taking out his own suitcase, he trudged behind you

when he walked in, his eyes were instantly drawn to you, as you spoke to someone -- probably minhyun -- on the phone

you were leaning against one of the pillars, looking casual as you talked

when you laughed quietly, jisung gulped

he was screwed.

that simple noise, those two seconds of laughter, were enough to make jisung warm up despite the cold

at that point, after hearing you laugh, he knew he still held feelings for you, his ex.

he hated that word.

he didn’t want to believe, not after all of the heartache that he put you through.

he didn’t think he deserved to even hold feelings toward you

a part of him wanted to push away his feelings -- if not for you for himself, but another part of him knew it’d be irrational to even try. futile, even.

he was always drawn to you. even now, his heart yearned for your love, for your touch, for you.

taking in a deep breath, he walked up to you, making sure to keep his distance.

“did you find out the apartment number?” he asked quietly once you hung up

you nodded, watching him carefully

your scrutinizing gaze was enough to make him look away

you frowned; even though you felt incredibly bitter amongst other things about jisung, it was strange for him to be so sheepish and dejected

the jisung you knew was always upbeat, always smiling and making others smile.

it was quiet rare, when you’d see such a sight.

“apartment 101,” you said, “on the top floor.”

jisung quietly followed you as you headed to the elevator

in the silence of the elevator, you kept glancing at jisung (of course not noticing his own glances)

you weren’t even blessed with the filler of bad elevator music

“are you upset?” you asked, instantly regretting even opening your mouth

jisung looked at you in shock, “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

you sighed. “truthfully, yeah. i’m upset. i’m bitter. but what happened was over a year ago and now you know that i didn’t cheat, so...”

once you reached the tenth floor, where the 100 apartments were, it didn’t take long for you two to find 101.

right after you knocked, you looked at jisung.

“let’s just,” you bit your lip, “forget this happened. forget that we dated.”

jisung frowned, “i don’t want to for --”

before he could even finish his sentence, a smiling minhyun answered the door

“ah, you’re here!” he quickly let the two of you in

to your surprise, another man sat casually in minhyun’s living room

one you recognized

“... yongguk?”

the man, yongguk, looked up at you quizzically 

once he registered who you were, his stoic expression turned happy, the corners of his lips curling into a smile

“[Y/N]!” he said, a bright grin on his face as he bounded over to you

when he reached you, he pulled you into a hug, his chest muffling your little ‘oof’

“what’re you doing here?”

“i’m friends with minhyun,” he said, looking you over once, “small world, huh?”

as you socialized with yongguk, rather closely jisung noted, jisung slowly entered the apartment

“how was the ride?” minhyun asked, taking his suitcase. he looked over at you, “sorry about... practically shoving you two together. i had no idea you dated.”

jisung waved him off, forcing a smile. 

“it’s okay. you couldn’t have known.”

minhyun walked over to where you stood, jisung following behind

“how do you know each other?”

when you blushed, jisung’s frown deepened

“we used to date,” yongguk said happily, wrapping an arm over your shoulder

crack.

jisung felt his heart break

the night went on, with jisung being abnormally quiet

“hey man,” yongguk started as the clock tick-tocked closer to midnight “you’re jisung, right?”

he only nodded, his eyes drooping in exhaustion

“ah. so you’re the one [Y/N] dated before. we have something in common then.”

...

yongguk pressed on, leaning against the wall “i was thinking of taking them out again. maybe to the bar across the street,” throwing on a sleazy smile, “they were always fun when we dated.”

jisung glared at him, a sudden fury enveloping him tightly in its angry hold

“you wouldn’t dare,” he grumbled

“oh, but jisung, i would.”

yongguk’s informality began to annoy him -- it was like the jisung he knew was gone and in his place someone completely different

“you’re angry now,” yongguk commented in amusement, a smirk playing his lips like a fiddle, “why? still like them?”

when jisung didn’t answer, yongguk let out a chuckle

“thought so.” sighing, he ruffled his already messy hair, “hey-- how about this. if you can kiss [Y/N] and have them kiss back, i’ll back off.”

jisung’s jaw dropped at his suggestion. “what?”

“if you have the guts anyway,” yongguk continued, ignoring jisung’s flabbergasted expression, “otherwise i’ll...”

“fine. i’ll do it.”

yongguk arched a brow, tilting his head as if he was evaluating jisung. 

then, without a word, he disappeared down the hall and into his assigned room.

jisung, now in his somber lonesome, realized what he had just done. he was to kiss you.

that, or have yongguk...

he fumbled over to the couch, collapsing on it

while he berated himself for making such a deal, instead of talking it out like he normally would’ve done, he didn’t notice your light footsteps draw near

“jisung? what’re you doing?”

the aforementioned male jumped, his eyes widening in shock

“ah,” he sighed upon seeing you, clad in your pajamas, “it’s you.”

“you don’t sound very happy about that.”

he was quick to disagree, “it’s not that,” but his voice fell short under his stress

you saw this, seeing right through the smile he tried to show you, as if saying ‘i’m alright’, and sat next to him

“is everything okay?” you asked, your voice gentle -- unlike the tone you had used in the car -- “i saw yongguk coming from here. did he say something?”

yes. he did and i never want you to hear those words.

instead of voicing his thoughts, he stayed quiet.

he didn’t want to just kiss you upfront, wanting anything but your discomfort, but at the same time...

you moved closer, pressing a hand against his forehead

before you could utter another word, jisung gently took hold of your wrist, bringing your hand down to his lap where he held it tightly

“jisung...?”

“when minhyun told me to pick his friend up, i never expected for that friend to be you.”

he looked over at you, his pupils dilated

“i knew right away that you didn’t want to enter my car. but i’m not disappointed that it was you. when it comes to you,” he looking down at your intertwined hands, “i can never be disappointed.”

“jisung--”

“i’m sorry,” he apologized, his voice shaking with forced laughter, “it’s pathetic, really. but... i still love you. when i saw you with yongguk earlier, i...” his voice cracked near the end, and he couldn’t even finish his sentence

your eyes widened, your hand going limp in his

hearing those words coming from jisung was... nostalgic, in a way. it was bittersweet -- after all, the last time you heard it was over a year before

he looked into your eyes before diverting his gaze to your lips

“look... all i’m asking is for a favour.”

you unabashedly looked at his own, before looking up into his dark brown eyes. the amount of emotion swirling in them surprised you -- the desperation, the need.

“the last time you asked me for a favour,” you whispered, not pushing him away when he slowly leaned closer, “you left me stranded at a gas station and broke my heart.”

ignoring your words, he finally bore into your eyes

“kiss me.”

without hesitation, you leaned into him, kissing him almost desperately as you caressed his jaw

the feeling of you against him brought back memories, those memories bringing on an onslaught of need -- jisung’s hands pulling you closer from the small of your back

the kiss, no matter how desperate, how needy, wasn’t rough. he took his time, moving slowly against your lips even though his shaking hands said otherwise

jisung only pulled away when your cheeks became wet, tears slowly falling from your beautifully glossed over eyes

he kissed away the tears, leaving burning trails behind each peck

“i can’t believe i still love you after all this time.” you mumbled against his neck, your breath uneven

jisung tensed, euphoria washing over him as he hugged you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck

in the hallway, yongguk grinned at the sight of your embrace, happily hopping from foot to foot

minhyun looked over his shoulder, smiling

“i didn’t think your plan would work -- i’m impressed,” he confessed, looking at yongguk with a shocked look

yongguk chuckled, “i’ve worked the whole ‘playboy’ image before. works everytime.”

with a quiet laugh, minhyun pat his shoulder. “no wonder why you were the matchmaker in college.”

[dimplekyu-archive]

Catch U (Yoon Jisung x Reader) Part 1

Genre: Fluff, College/University!AU

Word Count: 1,233 

Warnings: none

Cross-posted on AO3 here

The red leaf wobbled in the autumn breeze as you stared at it intently. It was the last leaf left on its branch, so you were sure it would fall soon, and you wanted to be ready when it did. It was October, and fall was nearing its end. You feared if you didn’t catch a leaf in the next couple of days, it would be too late, the leaves would be gone, and the next year would be an unhappy one. Unbidden, the memory that spurred your annual tradition comes to mind.

You walk alongside your mother, your small hand held snugly in her larger one, the breeze blowing as crisply in your memory as it did on that day. Suddenly, your mom lets go of your hand, reaching desperately for something in the air with both hands. She bends down and opens her hand slightly to show you what she had caught. “They say that if you catch a falling leaf in autumn, the next year is sure to be a happy one.” Your mother gently smiles. You smile back, your face lighting up with possibilities, and then sprint after the next falling leaf you see.

You are startled from your reverie by a sudden voice from beside you. “Is there something up there? I don’t see anything. Are you okay?? You’ve just been staring at this place in the air for a while and I just–” You realize that this guy has probably been talking to you for longer than you’ve actually heard him, so you turn to face him, taking your attention away from the leaf. The guy seems to take your gaze as some kind of judgement, because now he’s holding his hands up slightly in a somewhat-defensive gesture, and continues to explain himself. “I mean, I didn’t mean to disturb you, it’s just that–”

As you are about to assuage this guy of his worries and send him on his way so you can get back to what you were doing, a breeze blows and out of the corner of your eye you see It. Your leaf, floating down toward the ground. You lunge toward it, trying to catch it before it’s too late, but you slightly misstep and end up falling to the left of your leaf’s path of descent, landing on the ground on your side with a thump just in time to see your leaf land gracefully on the ground a foot out of reach like something out of a Shakespearean tragedy. You can’t help but let out a defeated wail at the leaf you had been watching for close to half an hour. You collapse the rest of the way, letting your head hit the ground, and make small sobbing noises. You realize you are being quite over-dramatic, but you really wanted to catch that leaf and you were so, so close.

What you hadn’t realized until that moment, however, was that the guy before was still there and you were currently giving him a heart attack.

“Oh no are you okay I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry you just suddenly fell down are you okay do I need to get somebody should I take you to the campus medical office what’s wrong oh my god–” He’s on his knees beside you, wringing his hands in worry. You give a sigh and push yourself to your knees and turn to the guy, bowing your head. “I’m sorry for worrying you, I’m fine. I didn’t fall, I–” You pause for a second, thinking of how to explain what you were doing in a way that made any sense at all, then give up. “I was trying to catch the leaf. The one on the branch. I was waiting for it to fall so I could catch it.”

It’s obvious the guy doesn’t understand at all why you would be doing that, but he doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he is visibly upset, letting out a gasp and holding his hands to his face. “Ohnoooo, I’m so sorry! You were waiting for that leaf to fall and then I distracted you and–”

Coming from any other person, his upset would seem fake or even mocking, but this guy seems genuinely upset for causing you not to be able to catch your leaf even though he has no idea why you would want to in the first place. Stuck in your own thoughts, you almost don’t notice when the guy stands up and reaches a hand out to help you up. You take his hand almost automatically, and the guy pulls you to your feet with little effort, stronger than he looks. He then turns and starts walking deeper into the trees beside the campus path, looking determined. After a few feet, he stops and turns around, calling back to you. “Aren’t you coming?”

Oh no, you must have missed that part of what he was saying to you earlier. “Huh? Where?” you say automatically, to which the guy replies with an almost-blinding smile, “I’m going to help you catch another leaf!”

Another half an hour later, after both of you try and fail to catch several leaves, moving from tree to tree, you hear a triumphant yell from off to your right where the guy had been staring down a maple tree. You turn around to see the guy beaming at his cupped hands. He then turns toward you and lights up even more, his eyes disappearing into an eye-smile he is smiling so wide. “I got one!” he calls out happily, trotting over to where you are standing. “Here, give me your hands,” he says, dropping the leaf into your cupped hands.

You look down at the red maple leaf, your heart warming at the sight. You look up at him, your face breaking out into a smile. At first the guy seems surprised, but then beams back at you happily.

Suddenly, your heart sinks. You had forgotten that you had to be the one to catch the leaf in order to get the year of happiness. The guy’s face falls too at your sudden sadness. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing!” You automatically answer back, maybe a little too quickly. You’re not going to tell this nice guy that it didn’t work that way after he tried so hard to help you without even knowing what your purpose was. “Nothing..” you repeat, more slowly this time, forcing the smile back onto your face. “Thank you so much for helping me.”

“You’re welcome!” However, the guy’s face suddenly morphs into an expression of shock, his mouth and eyes opening almost impossibly wide. “Oh no oh no oh no–” he pulls out his phone from his pocket and looks at the time then his chanting becomes louder. “I’m really sorry, but I have to go, I’m soooo late for music theory and Mr. Lang is so strict I really gotta go I’m sorry see you later okay?”

And then the guy rushes off, running down the path toward the other side of campus, leaving you standing alone on the path with a maple leaf in your hand and the wind in your hair. It isn’t until later, back in your dorm, when you’re undressing and find the leaf in your pocket, that you realize you never got his name.

This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is appreciated :)

Part 2

[hoondrafts]

boyfriend! jihoon

aegyo machine

pouts a lot

specialty: naturally cute

blinks his eyes a lot in front of you to get your attention

he knows you find him cute when he does that

it runs in his blood

acts all cutesy but gets shy right away then covers his face

acts manly in front of his friends but gets all cuddly when he’s with you

posts pictures of you on instagram with cheesy captions

says pick-up lines to make your heart flutter but he ends up the one being flustered and shy

gets flustered easily

usually not the type to initiate skinships but when you do it first, he’ll ride along

takes you out on animal cafe dates with max

loves watching kdramas

secretly plans a dinner date to surprise you but spoils it bcs he’s too excited

eating together is your typical quality time

nom nom nom

finishes your food when you’re already full

tries to impress you with his skills

“hey, you look so cute”

shy shy shy

more of a jeojang jihoon than dorm jihoon

sends cute video messages when he’s away

randomly shows you a new dance he practiced

“seriously? broccoli?”

pet grooming baby max can also be considered quality time

“max~ your mom is with meee”

loves showing off to you but blushes when you give him compliments

he loves warm hugs uwu

spoils you with your favorite things

adventurous and happy-go-lucky

no boring days with him bcs he loves trying out new things with you

enjoys extreme rides & activities and asks you to come with him

laughs at you when you get scared bcs of it but holds your hand and reassures you’re safe with him

cuddles

he loves it most when you feed him

stares at you and looks away when you catch him off guard

loves it when you play with his small hands uwu

you can’t resist his puppy eyes charm

acts exaggerately shocked when you tell him how did your day go

has clingy days which happens very often

gets shy when someone asks about you

you do skincare routines together

loves buying pink stuffs for you and himself

mommy’s little boy

has mesmerizing eyes, it looks like his eyes holds an entire galaxy in them

“will you still love me even if i get fat?”

gets jealous but doesn’t say anything

but he gives you silent treatment after

“you’re mine” glares then pouts

fights rarely happen

very polite especially to your parents

teases you a lot

teaches you basic beatbox

“pls don’t be mad :<”

“i was just watching v sunbaenim’s fancams”

winks A LOT

you sometimes just get speechless bcs of his angelic visuals

in conclusion, park jihoon is an ultimate softie!

[kpopmalereader]

drawing ; yoon jisung

• summary: jisung has a crush on a fellow college student who is introverted and cold looking, and jisung tries to confess on a college trip • pairing: yoon jisung x male!reader • word count: 433 • to do

Jisung bites his lip and slowly makes his way closer to you, stopping to ‘examine’ a painting a few feet away. He looks at it for a few seconds and turns around to look at the sculpture behind him, simultaneously trying to get a better view of you. His view gets blocked by a group of other students and he tries to move closer without being noticed.

Finally, after more people crowd into the area, he ends up right beside you. You’re completely unaware of the rollercoaster he’s going through until he’s all but forced to stand right next to where you’re sitting. He starts to pretend to look at the paintings in front of him until the paper in front of you catches his eye. His focus moves to your doodle recreation of whatever painting you’re focusing on, hoping you can’t hear his heart hammering against his chest.

You don’t hear his amplified heart rate, but you do feel eyes over your shoulder. You look up and meet his eyes, making his heart jump again.

“Hello?”

He blushes and shakes his head. “Sorry, I just noticed it and got distracted. It’s really good, though.”

“Thanks.” You look down at the drawing and back up at him, handing the paper to him. “Do you want it?”

“Huh? You want to give me the drawing?”

You shrug and set it down. “Sure, it only took a few minutes.”

Jisung picks it up and sits beside you, admiring the drawing. He digs his fingernails into his palm to stop from freaking out any more than he is, watching as you turn your focus on to a different painting.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering…”

“Hm?” You turn your head and look at him.

“A weird… This might sound weird, but do you…” He stares at a painting across the hall. “Do you like guys?”

Your head snaps up and he’s afraid he might’ve just given you whiplash. “Like romantically? Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You look back down and continue your drawing, ignoring the look he’s giving you. “Why do you ask?”

His cheeks go red and he shrugs. “I-I was just wondering.”

You look around and glance at the clock. “I think my bus might be here… I’ll see you in class, tomorrow, Jisung.”

He tries not to gasp at the mere fact that you know his name and nods. “Uh, are you free Friday?”

“I think so, what did you have in mind?”

“Study date?” He stands and chews on his lip. “Maybe more date than study?”

You laugh and nod. “Deal, I’ll see you tomorrow.”