#yukhei fanfiction

[orecana]

behind those walls.....

Lucas/wong yukhei x feminine male reader

(note: if you don't like feminine male reader or anything in this fic, please click off the fic.)

this was requested by a person i would to like to keep anonymous because the internet is cruel and i don't want that to happen to anyone as well. i'm finally back with another fic at least. i'm a bit too busy nowadays but i made time to write fics for you guys who keep supporting and reading them, which im grateful for btw. i hope you guys enjoy this one too!

lucas opens the door to his house, groaning in frustration as he puts his bag down onto a nearby chair as he sits on a sofa. he sighs before resting and shutting his eyes, attempting to doze off for a while.

"had a rough day? or did your hookups scatter away like the rats they are?"

hearing that annoying yet familiar voice makes him open his eyes again as he sits up straight and looks at them.

y/n was sipping his cup of tea wearing his white pajamas as he tilts his head at lucas as if he's asking for lucas to answer his earlier question.

lucas only groans another time as he was reminded of his failed hookup encounter. the girls all tried to hookup with him. even though he played along with them, they immediately left him when they saw the size they had to deal with, which is making him shake his head.

y/n listens carefully as he sips his cup of tea while leaning against the kitchen counter. lucas and y/n.........have a weird relationship. they met one day in school when lucas was going for a smoking session. y/n just straight up walked up to him and asked for a cigarette. lucas was hesitant at first but when he looked at y/n a bit closer at that time.

he was wearing the shirt of the school uniform but for the bottom part he was wearing a mid length black and red skirt paired with heels. he was still gesturing his hand towards lucas, asking for a cigarette as his other hand is on his vest.

lucas just tossed a cigarette to y/n who lights it up with a lighter hidden under his skirt. he stands near lucas and begins smoking as well.

lucas looks at y/n curiously as to why a person like him would be......... like this. he had almost thought gays would be annoying or stupid but from their encounter earlier, he can safely say that y/n is none of those. the way he carried himself and those enticing lips pressing itself into the cigarette.

"would you stop looking at me like a lovesick fool?"

lucas immediately noticed the sharp tongue the other got, but he didn't back down. throwing away his cigarette into a nearby garbage bin, he walks up to y/n and places his hands on both sides. y/n only looks up at lucas uninterested as he keeps smoking his cigarette. lucas leans in as he looks at y/n in the eyes.

y/n sighs as he takes out his cigarette and throwing it into a bin before he grabs lucas by his shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they eventually found an empty and secluded classroom where they had sex. eventually this became a normal occurrence, lucas has a pretty high reputation for being the popular boy as well as a playboy who goes through girls like changing clothes. of course, some never work out and whenever that happens they would make out and have sex. no strings attached...............

y/n sighs again as he looks at lucas's face. it looks so hollow and so.....empty. even if it doesn't look like it, lucas and y/n have a close relationship. there are things that only they know about each other or things only they can tell about each other. just like now for instant, y/n knows that there is more to the story than a failed hookup. he knows lucas like the back of his hand, he would never get THIS upset over a failed hookup.

he puts his hand over lucas's chin and drags it to his face. lucas looks a bit surprised as if he didn't expect y/n to do this. y/n might be a girly fag or a disgusting disease or whatever the people call him, but that doesn't stop him from living life as he could.

"what's wrong lucas? even a braindead person could tell that you're not doing well"

lucas doesn't answer as he tries to pry y/n hands off of him with an annoyed face. y/n only sighs as he lets go of lucas's chin and goes to the kitchen so he could wash the cup. lucas follow him from behind, wanting to get something to eat. he looks at y/n calmly washing the cup he just drank from.

although lucas will never admit it out loud, he does find y/n pretty. his pretty face and those fluttery eyelashes and those (your eye color) eyes. lucas feels something rise up in his heart and he knew what it was. He denies it immediately though. he can't be............ he has a reputation to keep, he can't................

y/n places the cup into a cupboard before taking a glance at lucas who is currently mentally scolding himself. he looks away for a bit, feeling a bit of tears staining his eyes before he dries it with his fingers before going up and nudging lucas.

"come on, go to bed. we have school tmr."

lucas was about to protest but sees y/n gives him that "look" making him scared

"I said..............Go TO BED!"

"why are you at my house right now anyways?"

"because i can and i will bitch, now get your ass to bed before i make you."

"make me"

y/n only sighs and pulls out his hairclip before pushing a button on it. the hairclip increases in size a bit before a small needle appears from the clip. lucas felt a sweat drop down his face as y/n stares at him menacingly.

all you can hear in that moment is the sounds of lucas screaming and begging for mercy while y/n is just scolding and roasting the shit out of him.

the next day at school, lucas was going to school on his bike as usual when he looks at his right and saw y/n walking there with his earphones on. he never noticed it before but y/n features were even more prominent right now since he did some make up. his eyes looks even brighter that compliments his school uniform except this time he's wearing an extra long skirt.

lucas felt that feeling in his chest again as he tries to block it out and focus on getting to school. y/n could only notice that familiar bike as he sighs and walks a bit faster to school. a simple 'you fool' was the only thing he muttered as he also focus on getting to school as fast as possible.

lucas felt like he was on drugs or at least that what he felt like... he keeps noticing y/n's features that he didn't before and everytime he does it he felt that thing in his heart which he absolutely despises, he cannot feel like this. they were friends nothing more!

infuriated lucas decided to go to the club again after school, thinking that hooking up with people will lift up his mood, he walked into the club and looked around, searching for potential hookup. a girl approached him and he decided she would be that person as they made out and went into a room. he was ready to fuck the girl but.... he couldn't get erect. no matter how hard he tried and then... he remembered y/n's face. he was immediately erect which didn't sit well with him as he got frustrated again and left the room and the club entirely.

he storms into his house again in frustration as he marches towards his room. he sinks into his bed as he stares to the ceiling. he shouldn't feel like this at all! why changed?! why did he suddenly feel like this?

he groans and just showered, to possibly cooldown. after he was done, he puts on a sleeveless shirt and collapses onto the bed, unknowingly dreaming of y/n being next to him.

the next morning he rode his motor to school again but this time he didn't see y/n on the road, which was weird in his opinion. they leave home at almost the same time so lucas would have definitely noticed him. he has this itching feeling that something is gonna happen so he hurries to school.

the moment he parked his motor, he heard someone scream and the sound of an impact. quickly he rushed to the area and he saw y/n being knocked into a wall by a bunch of bullies. he was about to rush in but then y/n looked at his direction and secretly signals lucas to stay there before y/n kicks the bullies in the stomach one by one. the bullies fall to the ground, groaning in pain as y/n stomps the ground with his heels that made the ground below it breaks. the bullies were scared and ran.

lucas wanted to run up to y/n but y/n only looked his way one more time before he goes back into school, leaving lucas there to stare at him with a hurt heart.

after school ends, lucas was getting on his bike to go home today, before he heard a familiar voice.

"i haven't seen you go straight home after school in a while, lucas"

he turns back to see y/n standing there with his school uniform and heels. he looks at lucas with a look that lucas can't decipher. lucas felt that pang in his heart again..... it had became too much at this point. he tried to invite y/n to sit on the motor with him, but y/n was no where to be seen. he looked everywhere around him, but gave up after not seeing him at all and drove home, unaware of the pair of eyes that were watching him from behind the gardens.

2 months has past, lucas tried to date girls as he used to, but the lingering feeling of y/n always make him unable to continue dating those girls. he also slowly found himself accepting the deep feeling inside of him. y/n was the only person who knew the "real" him, who stayed and took care of him. lucas smile unconsciously as he leaves class again for the day and looks at his phone. his eyes widen at the date.

it's y/n's birthday today.

he actually got excited, for the first time in his life, he has something to look forward to. he drove his motor to go to the mall to get something for y/n, unaware of the approaching car because of his excitement.

y/n just got out of school after his dance classes ended when he heard a murmuring among the students. curious, he listened and he wished that he wouldn't have had to hear that.

"did you hear? lucas is in the hospital!!"

"he got into a traffic accident while going somewhere."

y/n skin crawled immediately after he heard that. he immediately dashed out of school before using his phone to both call the nearest taxi and to track down lucas's location. y/n was kinda protective of lucas even if he doesn't know it himself, he secretly placed a tracker on the earrings he bought for lucas on his birthday, one that lucas will always wear no matter what.

y/n rides the taxi as he looks at the tracking device on his phone and tells the driver the location of the hospital. he was sweating buckets, he cared for lucas very much, even if he never showed it.

"you fucking idiot!"

y/n finally arrives at the hospital as he hands over the amount of money the driver needed before running into the hospital. arriving in front of the desk, he asked for lucas's room number which the nurse provided as he rushed there immediately.

he pushes the door open and sees lucas on the bed. the monitor showing his heartbeat at a stable condition. sighing in relief, y/n sits down on one of the chair in the room as he watches lucas sleeping form.

call him terrible for thinking this, but he thinks that lucas getting into this accident was good for him maybe. lucas has been grumpy nowadays, it's good now that lucas is sleeping peacefully.

y/n holds lucas's hand as he continue to stare at lucas. y/n would never admit it out loud, but he is kinda proud to have taken care and fell for lucas. he was the only one who saw him for who he was.

lucas squirm as he felt pain all over his body and slowly open his eyes. he opens them as he takes in the white ceiling and the surroundings.

"finally awake?"

hearing that familiar voice, lucas looks at his left and saw y/n sitting on the chair, holding his hand. lucas couldn't help but smile seeing y/n.

"hey...."

y/n suddenly stands near his bed as lucas prepares for whatever is coming and closes his eyes, but he felt arms wrapping around him and a quiet sob. quickly, he wraps his arms around y/n as well as they just stay in that position for a good amount of time.

"visiting times are over!"

y/n sighs as he releases from lucas and looks at him in the eyes before giving lucas a quick peck on the lips before grabbing his bag and going to the door. lucas who was stunned by the sudden kiss, immediately shouts for y/n to stop.

"what are we now? that peck....wasn't like any of our previous ones"

y/n turns around and look at lucas dumbstruck face and only gives a smile. "whatever you want it to be" before going out of the door, leaving a dumbstruck lucas who can't stop smiling after hearing that.

(i know the ending kinda sucks but i think.......this suits their relationship. what comes after? .....you guys can fill in the blanks with what you want.)

[valvyu]

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[limi-pie]

Like a butterfly part 2

A/N: Chapter 2 of my Yuta🦋 fanfiction is here! I’m starting to like how things are slowly building up between the characters and Y/N.

Thank you so much for all the love and support on part 1! :D

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader

Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Romance, Y/N dealing with a bit low self-esteem :( Descriptions of: getting tattoos and piercings,

Warnings: Alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, smoking, jealousy.

Wordcount: 5,026

Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.

Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re important and loved. 💚

“Unnie, didn’t your mom call yesterday?” Chaeyoung asked, adding some tofu to the red soup. “Yeah, she did. My mother actually wanted to say hi to Bryce if he was nearby, but I lied to her and said that he was studying with his classmates…” You mumbled, feeling guilt in your heart as Chaeyoung patted your shoulder.

“You know Unnie, you should break up with Bryce. He’s always broke and never cares about you. I don’t want you to be with a horrible lowlife loser like him!” Chaeyoung said as she filled the two bowls with the Kimchi Jjigae we made.

She’s right… but you can’t break up with him… You didn’t want to be left alone and lonely again… You felt so fragile and weak on your own…

“If I break up with Bryce, then I’ll be alone and so lonely… Chaeng, I’m not as strong and outgoing as you are…” You confessed sheepishly as she sighed. “You’ll never be alone, Unnie… You have me,” she said comforting you. “Besides, there are other guys that are sweeter than him, you know,” Chaeyoung added as you chuckled, the two of you ate dinner.

“Jungkook’s going to have a lip and eyebrow piercing done once he has saved enough money,” Chaeyoung giggled as you smiled, “wow, isn’t getting one piercing painful enough?” You asked as she shrugged, “well, after getting tattoos you kinda get numb to the pain I suppose,” she explained as you continued watching ‘NeverTheLess’. “Park Jaeon’s so cute, it’s just too bad he’s a player,” you sighed as she chuckled. “You seem to like bad boys, Y/N-Unnie~” Chaeyoung giggled.

“No, I don’t.” You denied it, knowing there was some truth to her statement. “Ah, my aunt and niece will visit Seoul soon,” you added as she smiled. “Oh that’s nice, Ayaka must be a big girl by now,” Chaeyoung folded her arms and looked at you with a smile.

“I might have to babysit her one of these days,” you said. “That’s fine, we can go on a boba tea date,” Chaeyoung said, sketching some pokémons.

“Long time no see,” Ten said, greeting his tall friend, “how was Hong Kong, Yukhei?” Mark asked, doing the handshake. “It was nice, I really missed my mom’s food, how has it been here?” Yukhei responded.

“It’s been alright, quite busy these days with butterfly tattoos,” Johnny said, looking over at Yuta drawing one from the book.

“I’m actually here to get a tattoo myself, a lion one,” Yukhei chuckled, lifting his shirt, “right here, please,” Yuta and Ten nodded, “got a sketch or a picture for reference?” He nodded, showing a picture of a lion. “Alright, let’s get started then, follow me, Yukhei,” Ten said, walking over to his room.

A few hours had passed…

“Hello, ah aunt Asami, how are you?” You facetimed with her as she smiled and waved. “I’m fine, we just arrived at the hotel in Seoul. How are you sweet Y/N?” Asami asked. “I’m doing just okay, it’s good to see you had a safe trip. Where’s Ayaka-chan?” You looked at her. “She’s sleeping, hehe,” Asami replied as you nodded, “It must be exhausting to travel, huh?” You added while chuckling a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM, would that be okay with you?” She asked as you checked your calendar, “sure that’ll be perfect, I get off around 3:00 PM,” you smiled and waved, “goodnight, aunt Asami.” You looked at the time and it showed 9:45 PM, someone knocked on the door as you went to check it.

“Ah good evening, Y/N-Noona,” Jungkook smiled and bowed as you did the same, “hey Jungkook, how are you?” You said, opening the door to let him in. “Thanks, Noona, he took his shoes off as he was holding a bouquet. “Chaeng’s showering, did you guys have plans tonight?” You folded your arms, smiling and leaning against the wall.

How sweet, Jungkook got Chaeng’s favorite flowers…

“No, I just wanted to see her,” Jungkook smiled, his dimples appearing. “I thought that you were in Busan.”

You said as he sat on the couch, “I was, but I heard that Chae was stressed with her upcoming art project so I thought I’d go and see her.” He held the bouquet with white roses. “Would you like something to drink?” You walked over to the refrigerator as he nodded, “thanks Y/N-Noona,” he took a sip. “How’s Bryce?” You had your hands between your legs as you let out a sigh.

“Ah Babe, you’re here,” Chaeyoung said, walking out with a towel on her shoulders. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Jungkook got up and kissed her, “what are these for?” She looked at the bouquet and blushed, “they’re for you, I thought you’d love them,” he chuckled as she giggled. “You’re so sweet, you came all the way just to see how I was doing.” She voiced as he nodded, “anything for my Chaeng,” he kissed her.

“Aww you two lovebirds are so cute,” you teased as Chaeyoung giggled, “are you staying here tonight, Babe?” she asked, fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to, but I have an early shift with my partner tomorrow, so I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, Chaeng-girl,” Jungkook said before kissing her goodbye. “Have a good night, see you Y/N,” he waved and left.

“Right, we should probably also head to bed,” you yawned, turning off the TV as Chaeyoung stretched her arms, “mmh-mmh, you’re right, goodnight Unnie,” she said, waddling to her room. You walked over to the bathroom to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth.

The next morning you woke up and walked over to the kitchen when you noticed a piece of paper written next to the plate. It was Thursday the 9th of September 2021.

Mornin’ Unnie I’ve made you some waffles with fruit, hope you’ll have a lovely day. See you later. - Love, Chaeng

“How sweet of Chaeng to wake up early and make Belgian waffles for me…” You mumbled with a smile as you began to eat it, you also ate some strawberries and slices of kiwi.

“Irene-Unnie, do we have any Japanese releases of my favorite manga?” You asked, stacking a pile of returned books in the cart. “Hmm, I’ve ordered a few, they’ll arrive today,” she said, checking the computer as you smiled.

That’s great, Ayaka’s going to be so happy. And you also get to practice your Japanese.

“Any particular ones in mind? I’ll reserve them for you if you’d like that Ms. Miyoshi,” Irene said with a smile as you nodded, “well, if you happen to find volumes 1 and 2 of Tokyo Mew Mew, I’d really appreciate it, my niece Ayaka really loves that series.” You started returning the books to their original place on the shelves. “Sure, I’ll make sure to look out for them.” She said, cleaning the tables.

After a few hours had passed, you went to the nearby 7-11 to grab lunch. You walked around the aisle for a bit, searching for chicken katsu onigiris. You smiled and placed them in your basket, you also got a cup with ice cubes, kimchi rice bulgogi beef onigiris, and a pouch of lychee juice. Lastly, you placed three fruit sandos and you were ready to pay.

You walked back to the library inside the staff’s room as you began to eat your lunch. “Enjoy, your food, Miyoshi,” Irene said, giggling as you bowed, “thank you, Irene-Unnie,” you checked your phone as a facetime call with aunt Asami popped on your screen.

“Ah hello, you two!” You waved as Ayaka giggled happily, “Y/N-Onee-chan! How are you?” She asked, “All good, just eating my lunch, how are you two?” you asked, waving your onigiri as she smiled. “We’re fine, just shopping in the Lotte Department Store. The weather seems to be a lot better here in Korea after all,” Asami said as Ayaka leaned in, “Isn’t Chaeyoung-Onee-san with you?” You shook your head, “she’s in school right now and I’m at work, sweetie,” you rested your head in your hand, “but you’ll see her later when we go to drink some boba tea, he he~” you smiled happily.

“Yay! I’d love to, I can’t wait to see you later, Y/N-Nee!” Ayaka giggled as you ate your bulgogi onigiri and waved goodbye.

Man, I was starving. I guess I’m nearing my period…

You walked around, collecting books. Afterward, you began scheduling events and author signings. “Ah, there’s going to be a tea ceremony next week?” You asked Irene as she nodded, “yes, I’ve heard there’ll be a lot of people,” she smiled, “would you like to join? I’ve heard there is going to be Japanese matcha tea too.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d love to, Irene-Unnie.”

A few hours had passed as you were finally off, “I’m off, see you,” you waved as she bowed. Suddenly stood Mr. Nakamoto in front of you, “hello Ms. Miyoshi, are you off?” You nodded, “yes. Are you here to borrow another book?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Actually, I came to see you,” he looked into your eyes. “Me? You came here to see me?” Nakamoto nodded and stepped forward, “do you have any plans right now?” You nodded, “I’ve got to go and see my niece, Ayaka,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

“Y/N-Onee-chan!” Ayaka ran and hugged you, “hello Ayaka-chan,” you giggled. “Who’s this guy?” She looked over at Nakamoto as you held her. “Is he your boyfriend?” Ayaka chuckled as he smirked. “Ayaka… He’s not my boyfriend, this is Nakamoto-san,” you said feeling super flustered.

“こんにちは、アヤカさん.” (Hello, Ayaka-san.)

“ええ? 中本さん日本語ははなせますか?” (Ehh? Nakamoto-san can speak Japanese?”)

“もちろん!” (Of course!)

Ayaka giggled happily, she was super happy to meet another Japanese person like her. “Are you ready to go Ayaka-chan?” You asked as she nodded, “where’s aunt Asami?” you looked around, “she’s waiting outside.”

“Shall we get going then?” You asked, placing Ayaka down as she bowed before talking to Nakamoto, “またね!” (See you!)

She ran outside to her mother as you bowed to Mr. Nakamoto, “see you around, Nakamoto-san,” you waved and walked past him.

“Hello aunt Asami,” you bowed to Asami as she smiled and hugged you. “You’ve really grown into such a beautiful lady since I last saw you, Y/N-chan,” you blushed at her compliment, “ありがとう.” (Thank you.)

“Right, it’s going to be so much fun at that party, Somi,” Chaeyoung said, locking her arm with her, “so is Y/N also coming along, Unnie?” Somi asked as she nodded, “hopefully some cute guys will ask her out, I just want her to break up with that asshole Bryce already.” Chaeyoung voiced, walking to her locker as she grabbed her books. “Wow Unnie, you seem to hate him, is he that much of a bad guy?” Somi folded her arms, looking at her as she chuckled.

“Yup, he’s a cheap, lying, and ugly fuckboy,” Chaeyoung said, annoyed as she walked out. “Ahaha, maybe introduce her to one of your guy friends?” Somi suggested, following her as they walked out of campus. “I would but I think they’re too extroverted for her,” Chaeyoung pouted her lips as she walked down the street, “well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chae. I’ll have my notes ready so we can speak to Ms. Min-young,” Somi waved as she waited at the bus stop, “bye Somi, see you tomorrow.” She said, heading to the subway station.

Asami, Ayaka, and you went home and you made some tea, “how was Jeju Island and uncle?” you took a sip of your tea as Ayaka was playing with her teddy bear. “Your uncle, Seung-heon is doing alright, he seemed to have grown fond of living on Jeju Island. He’s busy planting his vegetables,” Asami laughed and looked around, “it’s a lovely apartment you and Chaeyoung have gotten.”

The door opened as Chaeyoung entered, her tote bag on the shoulder as Ayaka ran and hugged her tightly, “Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” She chucked and held her, “こんにちは、アヤちゃん.” (Hello, Aya-chan.)

“It’s been a while since I last saw you, Chaeyoung you have also grown so much!” Asami said and smiled, “thank you, aunt Asami you look great.” Chaeyoung smiled and looked over at Ayaka as she drew, “Aya-chan sure has grown a lot bigger.”

“Here you go,” Asami handed a fancy basket with soy sauce rice crackers and a packet of strawberry Pocky. “For me? Oh, aunt Asami, you didn’t have to,” Chaeyoung said, smiling happily. “Please, I know how much you love those rice crackers and Pocky,” she laughed as she walked over to me. “And here, of course, I couldn’t forget about Y/N-chan,” You looked and bowed, “thanks, aunty. Oh my goodness, you got me Royal milk tea and those Meiji chocolate almonds that I adore, thank you so much!”

“Let’s go out and get some Boba tea!” You said, patting Ayaka’s shoulder as she nodded in excitement, “yay!” You walked inside Gong Cha and ordered for everyone. “Say, what grade are you in right now, Aya-chan?” Chaeyoung asked, smiling at her. “I’m in 3rd grade, Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” Ayaka giggled and smiled cutely. “You sure have grown into a pretty girl, eh hehe~” she laughed as you walked over with the drinks.

“Alright, here you go Ayaka, Chocolate Cookie and Cream Smoothie with strawberry bubbles. Matcha Tea Latte with Azuki beans for aunty, and Strawberry Cookie Smoothie with tapioca pearls for Chaeng.” You said, handing their respective drinks as they all smiled. “Thanks, Y/N,” Asami said, smiling, “yeah, thank you Y/N-Onee-chan!” Chaeyoung and Ayaka said in sync as we laughed.

“So what do you three want to eat for dinner?” Asami asked, looking at us. “Ehh, aunt Asami, you don’t have to pay for us,” Chaeyoung said politely, “yeah, aunty it’s okay. Say, Ayaka-chan what would you like to eat?” The two of you looked at her.

“I want to eat Japchae!” Ayaka said, finishing her beverage rather quickly as she was full of energy. “Okay, that’s a deal,” Asami nodded and got up, with the drink in her hand. “We’ll go back to the hotel and change into something more casual, then I’ll find the restaurant and make a reservation for us.” She said and winked.

“See you later, Aya-chan!” Chaeyoung waved as we headed home.

45 minutes later…

“Man, aunty’s always super generous…” You sighed, walking out of the bathroom, and drying your light brown hair with a mini towel. “Your family is always so sweet and kind,” Chaeyoung said, giggling as she rubbed her face with some lotion. “I bet your aunt’s going to be shocked to see the tattoo behind my ear,” she giggled as you used the hair dryer. “Aunt Asami has always been artistic, but I bet she’ll love seeing that tattoo of yours.” You smiled, brushing your hair.

You wore an orange sweater and a pair of loose beige pants, you tied your hair in a low ponytail. Chaeyoung wore some stockings and some denim shorts and a tank top, “let’s go, we shouldn’t keep aunt Asami waiting,” she giggled and put on her coat as we went downstairs, “come get in ladies,” Asami said as waving from a car she had rented.

“Woah~ it’s been a while since I had this great Japchae!” Chaeyoung exclaimed as she was eating happily, “mmm-mmm, it’s so yummy, Onee-chan!” Ayaka added as you and Asami chuckled. “Say, Chaeyoung. Did you get a tattoo?” Asami cupped her head as she nodded, “how did you know?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, “I noticed you tugged your hair behind your ear, it’s a cute tattoo you’ve gotten,” she giggled.

“Did it hurt to get it, Onee-chan?” Ayaka tilted her head as she chewed her food. “A bit but I’m a strong girl, eh he he~” Chaeyoung stuck her tongue out, “I’m planning on getting a few more!” She placed her sketchbook on the table as there were four sketches of tattoo ideas.

“Wow they’re so pretty, did you come with the designs yourself?” Asami asked as Chaeyoung nodded proudly. “This time Y/N’s going to tag along with me!” You smiled, “it’s going to be interesting, to say the least,” you giggled, finishing your food.

Today was the day you had to accompany your roommate to the tattoo studio, this was your first time tagging along with her. Usually, it’s Chaeng’s boyfriend that attends with her but he was busy with work in Busan. You walked inside the small and cool-looking tattoo studio and looked around. When Ten and Johnny greeted you. “Welcome, Ms. Miyoshi, to our tattoo studio.” Ten said as you smiled. “Thank you, Ten.” You bowed, “this place is really nice. It looks so clean and well-organized,” You added, looking around. “Thanks, Miyoshi. Well, the three of us actually worked hard for the design.” Ten said as Johnny walked us to the private room, “ladies first.”

“Thanks, Suh,” Chaeyoung said, walking in as she took off her black leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Heyo, Osaka Prince. Long time no see~” She said, patting his shoulder when the swivel chair turned around. You were somewhat surprised to see who was sitting there. It was none other than Nakamoto Yuta, himself. “Hello, Miyoshi-san.”

“Hi… Nakamoto-san…” You said, flusteredly, and rubbed your arm. “What… Do you two know each other?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us.

“We met at the library several days ago,” Yuta said, smirking at you as you turned away. “No way! Y/N, so the handsome guy that you met turned out to be Osaka Prince himself?” Chaeyoung said out loud as you exclaimed, “Chaeng! That’s not it! You got it wrong!”

Why? Out of all places, why do you have to meet him here?

“Should we get started on your tattoo, Chae?” Yuta asked, gathering some blank pieces of paper. These are the designs I want. The cherry tomatoes, the stars, the lips, and the four carrots.” She drew on the paper as he looked at them closely.

“Alright, that’s quite a lot. Are you sure that you will be able to handle it? I mean just as a warning you may faint, but as a tattoo artist I have to keep on going with the ink.” Yuta stated, looking at Chaeyoung seriously. “Fainting… Wait, what? Chaeng, doesn’t that sound a bit dangerous?” You said, hugging her arm as she smiled. “Nah don’t worry, Unnie. It’s normal to faint because there’s a lot of ink digging into my skin, after all.” She said, comfortably seating herself on the tattoo chair as you sat on a regular chair next to her

“Please, be careful, Nakamoto-san…” You mumbled, holding Chaeyoung’s hand as he looked into my eyes. “I will, Y/N-san. Don’t worry.” She smiled at you as he began tattooing the orange carrots. Once he started on the lips tattoo, Chaeyoung fainted. “Chaeng!” You shouted, caressing her hand.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuta asked when he stopped and looked at you. “Yeah, please just focus on her tattoos.” You mumbled, placing the blanket from your lap to her lap. “Chaeng is so silly, she always forgets to bring a blanket with her whenever she’s wearing short skirts like that.” You said, patting her legs when you pulled your skirt a bit down. He looked down at your legs which you kept rubbing together to keep some warmth.

“Aren’t you freezing?” Yuta asked, glancing at you. “I’m fine…” You lied, hugging yourself as he finished tattooing the lips and mini stars on her.

“Here, take this.” He said, taking off his white jacket as he was left with his visible mesh shirt. “But what about you, Yuta-san…” You mumbled, putting his jacket on your thighs, “I’m used to the cold from the air conditioner. So, don’t worry.”

Yuta is so kind and thoughtful. It’s no wonder that he’s a good friend of Chaeng.

“Thank you, Yuta-san.” You said, watching him add the finishing touches of her cherry tomatoes. “They’re so pretty. You’re so incredibly talented, Yuta.”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He said, holding your wrist as you walked over to the corner of the room as he opened the door. It was a small room with a couch, cabinet, and table. We sat on the couch as he showed me the book he had borrowed from our library. “This is the book… that you got the other day,” You said when he flipped through several pages. “This is the butterfly inspiration.”

“Thank you for helping me find this book, it has been so useful for both me and our clients,” Yuta said as he slowly lifted his shirt as you caught a glimpse of that pretty butterfly.

“Did it hurt to get your butterfly tattoo?” You asked, glancing and studying the details. “A little, but it was tough to get the details on its wings.”

“Can I touch it?” You asked, reaching your hand out.

“Sure,” Yuta said, sliding his t-shirt off as you looked away shyly. “It’s so beautiful, did Ten or Johnny tattoo it for you?” You pointed at his other tattoo of flying birds.

“None of them.” He chuckled as you traced your fingertips on the wings of his butterfly tattoo when you looked up.

“It was actually me. I did it on myself.” You looked up shyly, “how did you do it?” You asked, noticing his belly button piercing.

“I used that large mirror over there and began carefully working on its shape. While looking at images of butterflies.”

“That must’ve taken a lot of time. But you’re amazing, Nakamoto-san.” You expressed as our eyes met when Yuta lowered himself and placed a small kiss on your head.

“Thank you, Y/N.” You looked up, pursing your lips together.

Does Yuta have a crush on you? Why did he just do that?

“There you two are!” Chaeyoung said while walking in as Ten walked, “oh are we interrupting something?” He chuckled, looking at Yuta being shirtless.

“Chaeng, are you alright?” You said, walking up to her as she nodded while smiling.

“Mmm, thanks for coming with me today.” Chaeyoung expressed and bowed slightly, “anyways how much do I owe you, Osaka Prince?” She asked, opening her wallet as she pulled out her credit card. “Forget about it, and just get Y/N to take me on a date,” Yuta said while smirking as he stretched. “Ehh?” You exclaimed surprisedly and stared at him.

“Deal.” She giggled as you looked at her, “hey Chaeng! That’s not fair!” Chaeyoung filled in her address, ID, and number.

“Just kidding. It’s 80,000₩, but I’ll make it half-price because you brought this cutie pie along with you.” Yuta said, looking at you as he entered the payment on the cash register. “But really, thanks a lot Yuta. They came out just as I had expected them.” Chaeyoung said, using her credit card before looking at her arm. “You’re welcome. Be sure to avoid direct sunlight on them, and here take this too.” Yuta said, handing her a moisturizer as she accepted it.

“Hey Babe, I just finished getting my tats done,” Chaeyoung answered her phone, speaking to Jungkook. “Wanna go and get boba, Y/N?” Yuta asked, looking at you. “Umm, sure thing. But only if the others join us too…” You stated, folding your arms as you walked out of the room.

“Yo what’s up,” a blonde-haired guy said, walking inside as he greeted Ten. “Nothing much just finished making Chae’s tattoos, how is it going, Yukhei?”

“Ah Yukhei, what’s up?” Johnny said, smiling as he did a small handshake. “Oh that’s nice, well, I was just nearby and thought I’d say hi.” He chuckled, his smile was warm and bright.

“Who’s this lady?” Yukhei looked over at me as you bowed, “hello, my name is Miyoshi Y/N. I’m Chaeyoung’s friend and roommate.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yukhei.” He bowed and smiled when you suddenly felt an arm around you. “Don’t flirt with Miyoshi. She’s mine, Yukhei.” Yuta said, pulling you closer as you could hear his heartbeat. “Ehh, Yuta? What are you saying?” You mumbled looking at him in confusion as Yuta stuck his tongue out.

“Ooh, so Yuta got a girlfriend now? Congrats.” Yukhei said, raising an eyebrow as he clapped. “What? N-no, you got it all wrong me and Yuta aren’t dating!” You yelled out flustered.

“What’s going on here?” Chaeyoung walked out as her eyes widened, “omg, Yukhei! Welcome back!” She ran and hugged him, “thanks, Chae. It’s nice to see you and your new tats too.” He chuckled as she showed off her arms.

You looked up at Yuta and naturally made eye contact with him, his arm was still around you.

Yuta’s warmth was so comforting and safe…

“Put a shirt on already, you pervert!” You said flusteredly, looking away as he chuckled. “Right, let’s go and get some Boba everyone,” Yuta said, putting on his shirt. “I’ll watch the store, you guys better not forget my order!” Ten said in a joking manner as Johnny nodded and laughed, “don’t worry, we won’t forget this time,” Chaeyoung put on her leather jacket.

So it was finally Saturday evening, this party had been on your mind the whole week. Although you were hesitant to attend it at first, you were happy that Chaeyoung convinced you to tag along.

“Hey, Chaeng… Don’t you think my outfit’s a bit too revealing?” You asked. “What? No, come on Unnie, you look so stunning!” You were wearing that black leather miniskirt, a hot pink top, black stockings, and a mesh-sleeve blouse underneath. “Besides, we’re kinda matching! I’m wearing a silver top with black leather pants,” she said, turning around with her arms in the air. “Anyways, Somi’s there, I’ll just go and look for Jungkook,” Chaeyoung said, walking away as she waved to her.

“Wow, Y/N-Unnie, you look so incredibly sexy!” Somi exclaimed as you blushed a little, “thank you Somi, you also look super pretty in that yellow dress.” She giggled as she waved to the guys approaching us, “ah, if it isn’t Y/N?” Johnny said, holding a glass of beer as you bowed, “hi Johnny,” you rubbed your arm awkwardly, “it’s good to see you.” He shook your hand as he introduced you to his friend, “hi, the name’s Mark, nice to meet you, Y/N. You look pretty” You waved and shook Mark’s hand, “thanks, nice to meet you too, Mark.” Somi suddenly grabbed a hold of Mark’s hand, “come on, Mark. Let’s dance, woo!” She giggled as she threw her hands in the air.

God… This is getting kind of overwhelming… Maybe, I should get a drink. You walked over to get a virgin Pina Colada. You watched Chaeyoung dance with Jungkook, it seemed like the others had a lot of fun too, and then you noticed him.

Nakamoto Yuta’s also here?

He looked at you and smiled. You looked away shyly, you looked around everywhere hoping to see Bryce but it seemed he was nowhere to be found. You drank your drink and let out a deep sigh as Chaeyoung surprised you from behind, “Chaeng! You scared me!” Somi and she giggled, “come on, what are you doing here sulking all alone, let’s dance!” They pulled you as they danced with you, Yuta looked over at you and chuckled as he danced smoothly.

You looked over when you noticed Bryce walk inside, you smiled happily and ran towards him, “oh looks who decided to come,” Chaeyoung said in her annoyed voice, “ah it’s Bryce,” Jungkook said, they all looked at the two of you.

You hugged Bryce and kissed him when he looked at you up and down, “Bryce, you’re here, I was waiting so long but you finally came!” You smiled, holding onto his shoulders. Yuta watched the two of you talking as he clenched his hands in jealousy. “Tch, what a show-off.”

“Why are you dressed like that?” Bryce stared at you, almost as if he was disgusted by your outfit. “What… Don’t you like the way I look tonight?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he looked away. “You look so slutty, this type of outfit isn’t your taste,” Bryce walked away from you as he went outside to smoke.

You clenched your hand in frustration as you closed your eyes.

Maybe you should head home and change, Bryce’s right. This outfit isn’t you after all…

You walked away fast, wiping the small tears that had formed, “I think that bastard made her cry,” Yuta voiced angrily, “that asshole…” Chaeyoung sneered as Jungkook held her back, he tried to follow you, “I’ll go comfort her.” You went inside the women’s bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Why…? Why would Bryce say such a horrible thing?

You wiped your tears away and splashed some water into your eyes. Everyone else said you looked stunning. You took one final look at yourself and shrugged your shoulders. You felt beautiful in that outfit, a bit revealing but it was a nice chance for once.

There’s nothing wrong with trying something new after all…

You walked out as Yuta approached you, “hey, are you okay?” You looked at him and nodded, “thanks… I’m fine, did Chaeng send you over?” He shook his head, “no, you looked upset so I ran after you, did he say something mean to you?” You wanted to tell him the truth but you ended up shaking your head and not looking into his eyes.

“Y/N, you look incredibly beautiful tonight in that outfit,” Yuta complimented you when your cheeks blushed red. For once, you felt relieved at this party. Yuta’s words comforted you and made you feel confident. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you smiled, looking at him.

“These two look much more like a better couple,” Somi said, watching you, “I know right?” Chaeyoung agreed, holding Jungkook’s hand. “I think Yuta might be crushing on Y/N,” Johnny said bluntly. “What? No way, Yuta-Hyung and Y/N? Doesn’t she already have a boyfriend?” Mark wondered, “Yuta seems to always fall for women that are already taken,” Jungkook said.

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A/N: I apologize for any incoming grammar errors, it’s literally almost 3:00 AM as I post this 💀 I’ll fix it tomorrow hopefully, so enjoy! I think I’ll make a masterlist once I’ve posted chapter 4, I wanna see if you guys like this fanfiction so far.

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[polyships]

ryang, hui, shua, hyang, kyung. she/it/neos.

(neopronouns are found on my pronouns.page.)

currently fixating on: yang hongwon, wong yukhei and mark lee (casually), poly ships, my original characters, and real-person shipping and real-person fanfiction.

reblog content: aesthetics, words/quotes i find interesting, insp (for fic, characters, ships, etc), my favorite people, some kdramas, and cute things.

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[cinanamon]

beautiful mornings — wyk

pairing | yukhei x reader

genre | fluff, domestic!au, established relationship!au

word count | 1.5K

synopsis | You loved mornings for many reasons; he just happened to be one of them. Inspired by song by Troye Sivan!

warnings | smoking

You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped past your lips as you swung your legs back and forth from your spot on the counter. You could only catch minimal light to your left from the kitchen window, but it was dulled and blurred due to your vision being obscured by a black blindfold, or, more specifically, one of Lucas’ ties. 

“Okay, what’s this one?” You perked up at your boyfriend’s low voice and, bracing yourself on the granite with your hands, leaned forward and opened your mouth. Something was placed upon your tongue and you subconsciously drew it in and closed your mouth again.

You began to chew, tilting your head in thought as you tried to place the flavor. It was sweet; the second you bit down, the flavor flooded your mouth, but was slightly dull to it being covered in chocolate like all of the food you were taste-testing. You mulled it over in your head. What could it be? It had to be one of the fruits from the recent package; not cherries, you already tried those…

“Raspberry?” You inquired with a slightly pouted lip.

You could almost hear the smile in his voice. “Nope.”

You paused for a moment. “Blueberry?” 

“Correct,” you grinned triumphantly at his words and puckered your lips instantly. He graced a hand over your cheek and sweetly pecked your lips as a reward before pulling away again. You whined in protest. 

“Are we not done yet? I thought we ate the whole package…” 

“There’s still one more; after that, you can have all the kisses you want,” he teased you and tapped your thigh playfully. You leaned back sheepishly.

Again, you sat quietly as he picked out the next snack for you to try. It was comfortable; neither of you had had a day off from work lately, and so this was your first time getting to enjoy a weekend with him. It was still morning outside, if the sunlight basking you both in its warmth wasn’t any indication, and the kettle warming on the stove was your timer for how much longer you could stay like this. You closed your eyes to enjoy the quiet domesticity. 

That was, until you felt something poke at your lip. Your eyes fluttered open again and you instinctively giggled; reactively, you heard a laugh bubbling up in your boyfriend’s throat as you bit into the new treat, since it wasn’t small enough to fit in your mouth like the blueberry.

Instantly, your mouth was flooded with an overbearing sweetness that almost made your mouth pucker like it was a lemon. You knew what this was. “Strawberry!” 

Before you could even finish the word, the blindfold was being pulled off of you and your eyes blinked repeatedly to get used to the new lighting. You took in your boyfriend’s lazy smile, loving, tired eyes and his frame relying on the counter before you, his arms caging you in gently. You brought a hand up to your mouth, “it’s so sugary.” 

He laughed again; this time heartily, since he was beginning to fully awaken, and he tilted himself back, the half-finished strawberry still in his hand. “Finish chewing there, sweetheart. You still deserve a kiss.” And then he happily popped the rest of the chocolate-covered fruit in his own mouth, dropping the stem back into the basket.

At the mention of what you had been desiring since you woke up (even if you both did initially have morning breath), you began to chew as fast as you could, compelling Lucas to chuckle and press a hand to your lips, urging you to slow down and not choke. Reluctantly, you complied and waited till you could swallow. 

Once he saw that your jaw wasn’t moving anymore, Lucas raised a brow and his lips quirked. “Ready for your reward?”

“Of course I am.”

And he moved forward and down, down, till his lips melded with yours nicely. You closed your eyes and instinctively raised your arms to loop them around his neck, his own hands settling on your hips. 

The taste of the strawberry and chocolate still lingering in yours and his mouths, but he had a vague hint of cigarettes still on his tongue; it must have been from the one he smoked earlier on the back-patio with you when you watched the sun rise. It added a strange flavor to the mix; sweet yet smokey; addicting. You pulled him in closer, your fingers running through his hair and finally resting on his cheekbones. 

He continuously pulled away and went back in again for small loving pecks; simply pressing his lips to yours over and over, as if he was a starved man and your taste was a grand feast. 

Finally, you both grew satisfied and lazily pulled away. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent, his arms tightening around the whole of your waist. You drew your hands back up into his hair to play with the disheveled mess, letting your cheek rest against his head as he placed butterfly kisses to the column of your neck. 

Soon, the kettle would come to a boil and its high shrieks would force you two to pull apart. You’d have to leave the spot on the counter where the sun so delectably heated your skin, and you’d have to clean the dishes from the previous nights’ dinner. You'd have to end this glorious moment with the love of your life and forget the taste of strawberries and cigarettes on your tongue. 

You took a deep, relaxed breath as you gently pulled on one of lucas’ messy curls. “You’re going to quit smoking, aren’t you?” 

He paused briefly in his ministrations on your neck to nod, which made your head bob softly. “I have two packs left; I’ve been weaning myself off of them.” You felt your shoulders un-stiffen; you didn’t realize you even had any tension left in your body is this blissful state. 

“Well you better wash off the smell of it before we go out tonight. I want a nice dinner.”

He finally picked his head up to peck your lips delicately. “And a nice dinner you will have.” He raised his head up farther to press his lips to your forehead before he smirked. “I thought you said the scent was sexy before, did you not?” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pushing him off of you enough as to mask your flushed cheeks. “Yeah, that was before we lived together and even our bedding reeks of it.” 

He sighed and stepped back to stretch, his muscles rippling in a fluid motion beneath his thin black shirt. “Fair point.” 

You almost had half the mind to admit that the taste was still addicting though, that maybe it was because of him, not the nicotine that made you want to kiss him at every hour of every day. 

You had half the mind to. 

The other half reminded you to not raise his ego so high. He peeked open his eyes after the nice stretch to take in your appearance. His eyes glimmered mischievously as he lowered his arms. “You look so pretty like this,” you mentally took note that you were wearing one of his big shirts and you hadn’t brushed your hair yet. 

You guffawed. “Disheveled?”

“I was thinking more domestic or sexy, but I guess that works too,” he moved forward and trailed a finger down your jaw, his peppy, confident tone becoming a tad more sultry. “Sure you don’t want to clean up together?”

You took in his beautiful eyes and felt winded for a moment. He was all yours. You felt your heart rate increase, but it wasn’t all because of his words. 

You came quite quickly back down to earth. You picked up the wooden spoon beside you and soft-ishly whacked your boyfriend with it. 

“No, now go get in the shower! You stink!” He laughed loudly at that, all heaviness leaving his expression as he smiled brightly at you; all teeth, and eyes hidden by his cheeks. There was no stress lingering in his shoulders and it made you glad to see him in such a radiant state. You easily shot him back a grin of the same joyful intensity as you jumped off the counter, and he headed into your bedroom in search of a change of clothes.

You nonchalantly headed towards the kettle, a high-pitch scream starting to emit from it. This was a good morning; you were content. You poured yourself a cup of tea and blew on it as you sat in one of the stools. 

You let your eyes trail towards Lucas as he began to walk into your shared bathroom, half-undressed. Your lips curved into a grin.

“Baby?”

He looked up at you inquisitively, eyes big and only seeing you; you were his whole world. “Yes?”

The glimmer in your eye was unmistakable. “We should buy strawberries more often.” 

[kjmsupremacist]

Studies - a Yukhei x Reader fic, pt 2/2

Wordcount: ~2k

genre: fluff, humor, slice of life

rating: pg-13 (profanity)

part 1   |   masterlist

Mark forces reader and Lucas to make nice, and they end up really good friends. But what if both of them want more?

"Lucas is also on the club basketball team," Mark adds. "And y/n's really good at school, not just writing."

"I'm not, like, good at school. I'm just better than you," you quip, adding for Lucas’s benefit, "which I'm pretty sure is the only reason Mark became my friend in the first place, so he could get homework help."

"Can I get homework help?" Lucas asks, drowning out Mark's well-meaning protests and giving you his puppy-eyed look again.

"Hm." You pretend to think about it. "I guess, if you pay for my coffee."

That big, doofy grin spreads across his face once more. "No problem."

The overpowering smell of coffee and pastries fills your nose as you pull open the door to the cafe. You and Mark like to come study here often--so often that the baristas know you. One of them waves at you as you walk past, and you grin and wave back.

"I'll come order in a second," you say, scanning the room for Mark. Finally, you find him, but he's not at your usual little table in the corner, and moreover, he's not alone.

"Hey, y/n!" Mark gives you a cheerful greeting.

"Why's he here?" you ask, flicking your eyes to Lucas before turning back to Mark.

"Be nice," Mark says. "I invited him. I want you guys to be friends."

Christ, you think. But then Lucas looks up at you. "Please, sit," he says, quieter than you've ever heard him, and you find yourself dropping into the seat across from him. "I feel like we may have gotten off on the wrong foot."

You snort. "Yeah, maybe," you concede, with a sigh. "Mark tells me you're really cool."

"Yeah, and he tells me you're actually really nice," Lucas says. "Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you that day in the parking lot. I could've just parked somewhere else."

You laugh, and nod. "Yes, and I'm sorry I snapped at you at that party. It wasn't really your fault. I was just cold, and gross, and surprised that it was you."

"So, truce?" He extends a hand and you accept it, trying very hard not to think about how your hand is almost swallowed by his. A bright smile lights up his face, his eyes becoming crescents. "Ugh, great. Mark tells me you guys come here a lot to study?"

"Yeah," you say, pulling out your laptop and a notebook. "The coffee is good, and it's close to campus." You look up. "What's your major?"

"Undecided, right now," Lucas says, shrugging. "I'm gonna be doing something with music and performance, though."

"Oh, like Mark? Are you guys in class together?"

"No," Mark says. "Not yet. It's only a matter of time, though."

"What about you, y/n?" Lucas asks.

"I'm thinking of something with writing," you say. "Maybe journalism. Not really sure."

"So we're all artists!" he exclaims, grinning. "I love that."

"Lucas is also on the club basketball team," Mark adds. "And y/n's really good at school, not just writing."

"I'm not, like, good at school. I'm just better than you," you quip, adding for Lucas’s benefit, "which I'm pretty sure is the only reason Mark became my friend in the first place, so he could get homework help."

"Can I get homework help?" Lucas asks, drowning out Mark's well-meaning protests and giving you his puppy-eyed look again.

"Hm." You pretend to think about it. "I guess, if you pay for my coffee."

That big, doofy grin spreads across his face once more. "No problem."

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One coffee turns into three, turns into many, many weeks' worth of coffee. And you don't mind, because aside from the free caffeine, Lucas is good company. Sometimes Mark joins you guys, and other times he doesn't.

"Dude, stop stealing my best friend from me," Mark accuses good-naturedly.

"You're always welcome to join us," Lucas points out.

"You know I'm usually working, you dick."

One day, you get a text from Lucas saying he's near your dorm, and if he cooks you dinner will you help him study for a calc test?

Not really sure I should trust you in a kitchen, or around open flames in general, but okay, you send back, shaking your head.

You spend a good couple hours helping him review, and when he's finally satisfied, you let him go cook. Though he doesn't burn down the entire goddamn building, he does manage to fail miserably at instant ramen, so he orders you both takeout instead, and you spend the rest of the night laughing and watching tv together. After that, it becomes pretty normal for you two to hang out in each other's rooms, sometimes studying, sometimes with Mark, too.

Whenever you're with him, you feel warm, now. You two often joke over how angry you were at each other the week after you first met. It seems so far away now, you think, laughing as you watch Mark tackle Lucas for throwing popcorn in his face. Lucas fights him off and looks up at you with that smile of his, cheeks and eyes shining. You're suddenly very aware of your heartbeat, and you stumble through a returning grin.

Soon, it's late autumn, and you and Lucas are studying quietly in your room. You're reading a book for class, soothed by the sound of the rain lashing against your window.

"Here, y/n, think fast!" You glance up just in time to see a candy flying in your direction. To your surprise, you catch it with ease.

"Thanks," you say, trying to be nonchalant, unwrapping it and popping it in your mouth before turning back to your reading, tucking a leg up so that your heel is resting on the seat of your chair, and your chin is resting on your knee.

You hear Lucas chuckle, kind of softly, behind you. You're both quiet for a moment, and then he sighs, very dramatically, and tosses some papers or a notebook or something aside, and says, "Y/n, let's go out."

You glance out the window, where rain is still pouring down in sheets in the fading light. "Uh, it's raining," you point out. "Besides, I'm too busy right now with this mountain of homework, and quite frankly, so are you. So, no."

He goes silent, apparently properly chastised, and you go back to studying. The rest of the evening passes quietly, with Lucas only breaking the silence to pass you another candy or to ask you how to spell something.

When the rain lets up a little, Lucas gets up, packing up his things and shrugging on his coat. He's subdued, somehow, so you ask, "Hey, are you okay?" and he just nods, and gives you that big, wide smile. Somehow, though, it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Nonplussed, but not sure what else to do about it, you push the worry out of your mind. "Okay, well, get home safe. Don't stay out in the rain too long. You'll catch a cold."

"Yes, ma'am!" He salutes you, and the door closes rather sharply behind him.

You putter around your room, cleaning up stray candy wrappers and getting ready for bed. You can't help but wonder what was up. If he was stressed about work, wouldn't he have just asked for your help? Eventually, there's no more cleaning to do, and you know fretting about it will do you no good. If it's important, he'll bring it up eventually. You're about to turn in for the night when your phone lights up with a text from Mark.

>>hey, why does Lucas think you hate him???

>>he said you turned him down really coldly today.

You blink, confused. uh..... what the hell are you talking about? you type back.

Your phone buzzes less than ten seconds later.

>>he asked u out?

>>he said he confessed to you and you said no bc you're both busy

>>and something about the rain(?) that he didn't catch

You stare at your phone for a minute, quickly running back through your memory, and then you smack your phone to your forehead, because of course! You just didn't realize--

You notice you've accidentally sent a rather ugly keysmash.

<<b?xvq&1`

<<OH MY GOD

<<is that what he calls CONFESSING

<<he threw his homework aside and said "hey lets go out"

<<so I thought he meant like

<<OUTSIDE

<<bc he was sick of STUDYING

Your phone starts ringing, and you roll your eyes and pick up.

Mark is laughing hysterically on the other end. It takes a couple minutes before he calms down enough to say anything coherent. You stare at the wall, deadpan and impatient.

"Sorry," he finally chokes out. "It's just so fucking funny. To be fair, it is kinda his fault. But... Dude, you gotta call him right now before he breaks his own heart any worse."

"Hey, who said I was gonna say yes?" you ask.

"Oh, come on." Mark sounds exasperated. "You two have been running circles around each other since the day you met. Besides," he adds before you can object, "even if you haven't, I know for sure you've gotten more interested in him recently. You guys have been spending so much time together. And you're always talking about him."

"Jealous?" you challenge, and he just scoffs.

"Luckily for all of us, my self-esteem is way too high for that kind of behavior," he says. "Now seriously. Call him."

"What if he hates me now?" you protest, suddenly very anxious.

"I swear to you he doesn't. Just call him! Right now! I'm hanging up! You better do it! Bye!"

"Mark, wait--" But he's already gone. Sighing, you turn your phone over in your hands. A little thrill goes through you, and you giggle to yourself, the ridiculousness of the situation hitting you again. "Lucas, you idiot," you murmur fondly, navigating to his contact and pressing dial.

"Y/n?" He sounds kind of small and sad when he picks up, and you can't help but feel bad for him.

That being said, the feeling absolutely does not eclipse your need to make fun of him. "This is all your fault. You know that, right?" you start. "How was I supposed to know what you meant? I thought you meant, 'I'm Lucas and, like always, I'm sick of studying. Y/n, won't you come with me to procrastinate by doing god-knows-what?'"

To your relief, he chuckles. "Yeah, I guess that does sound like me," he admits. "Sorry. I just--you caught the candy so perfectly, even though I gave you no warning, and then you just--curled back up in your chair with your book, and it was so sweet, and so you. And I was just like. Fuck it. I don't know. I guess I haven't just been studying with you. I've made a habit of just... studying you."

You smile at the confession, at the idea that he knew your habits, and even better, found them endearing.

He's still talking, though. "--don't want to, you know? I'm happy to just stay friends, too."

"Lucas," you interrupt. "I do want to."

"I mean--wait, what?"

You suppress laughter. "I'm saying yes, dumbass. Let's go on a date tomorrow. I mean it."

"W--really?" The tension leaves his voice, and you can hear his smile. "Okay, uh, where? When?"

"We can go out for coffee," you suggest.

"No, that's not special! I'll think of something." Suddenly his tone grows serious. "Now go to bed! It's late."

"All right," you agree. "You too, ok? See you after class."

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He ends up greeting you with a bag of the candies he'd been giving you the night before, and two movie tickets. They're for a new Marvel movie, and you laugh when he shuffles his feet.

"I wasn't sure which ones to buy," he says. "But I thought I remembered you saying you liked the Avengers, so--"

"I do, I do," you reassure him, linking your arm through his. "Now c'mon, I don't wanna miss the previews!"

You stroll to the theater together, arm in arm. He gets popcorn and you settle into your seats--right in the middle, about halfway up, happily agreeing that they're the best ones. You chat quietly through the previews, making fun the movies that look stupid, and pointing out the ones you want to see.

Once the movie starts, you become intensely aware of your hands. Your left hand rests just inches from his right, but suddenly you're paralyzed. He must notice or something, though, because after a few minutes he links your hands decisively and gives you a shy smile. It's silly and a little awkward, and you can't help but shoot him a grin in response. You spend the rest of the movie with your fingers interlocked, your head knocking lightly against his shoulder when you giggle about what's happening on screen.

After, you get sushi for dinner (he suggested it with a laugh, because it sounds like his Chinese name), and you spend the time pointing out every single plot hole in the movie. Lucas just shakes his head, saying, "It's a superhero movie, Y/N. It's not that deep."

"No, it's not," you agree, chasing an elusive piece of sashimi around your plate with your chopsticks. "But I'm just saying, some plot continuity or like, good writing would be nice for once."

Though he paid for the tickets and the snacks, he insists on paying for dinner too, and when that's all settled, he walks you back to your dorm.

You linger outside your door for a moment, as he insists he shouldn't come in because then he'll never leave.

"So... did I pass?" he asks.

"Pass?"

"Tonight. Do I get a second date?"

"Yes, dummy," you say. "Really. I had fun."

"Oh, good." He smiles, big and happy as always, and almost moves to leave, but hesitates. There's an awkward breath between you, but then he leans in and presses a swift, chaste kiss to your lips, cupping your cheek briefly with one of his pretty, pretty hands. "Sleep well, then. I'll see you tomorrow."

You wave, too breathless to reply verbally right away. "Get home safe!" you finally call after him, blushing furiously, and ducking into your room, slumping against your door once it clicks shut.

And you smile, lips tingling from the kiss and cheeks burning from your racing thoughts.

[love-and-yukhei]

Never Forget Me || Lucas

summary: Lucas meets Mina while in another country, in need of a translator. after spending three days together, he has to return home. they have a last minute argument, leaving Mina feeling uneasy. struggling to understand her feelings, she gives in and apologizes. the apology is more than either one of them ever expected it to be.

pairing: Lucas x OC

word count: 3.8k

warnings: suggestive themes, descriptive making out but not quite smut, lap sitting, ass grabbing

author’s note: this is an alternate chapter to my main fan fiction. i wrote this wanting to play around with a different sort of ending. i wrote this over a year ago and it was my first time writing something different from what i’m used to. some parts of the story may only make sense in the context of my fan fiction.

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   When I heard his call end , I got up to see what he was doing. Peeking out my door , I could see that he had his dress shirt back on and was in the process of putting his accessories back on as well.

   “I have to go.” he said flatly. I guess he really was mad at me. Rightfully so , but I had never heard him talk to me like that before. It made me feel guilty.

   “Have a safe trip.” I said in a quiet voice. This whole situation made me feel hurt. He was going back to Korea , with the possibility of me never seeing him again. I thought I would be happy he was leaving , so I didn’t have to deal with him anymore , but could I really let him leave with this much tension between us ? I was happy to not be teased and annoyed anymore , but it didn’t feel right ; him leaving without that pure smile on his face.

   “Wait.” I yelled quickly walking over to him. He stopped in front of the door , turning to look at me. Still no smile. I didn’t like the look he was giving me. It was void of any emotion.

   “I’m sorry if it seemed like I was being cold towards you. You’ve been kind to me every day , even if you found teasing me amusing. I never thanked you for saving me from Hideyo and taking me home the first night. You didn’t have to stay and take care of me , but I appreciate that you did. You may have gone a little overboard when you rushed here during the storm , but I know you did it for my sake. I should have thanked you for that too. And I should apologize for hitting you in the face. I’m not sure why I did that.” I finished my apology with a bow that was deeper than necessary. I didn’t mean to say all that. It just sort of all came out at once.

   I didn’t hear anything back , so I slowly stood back up only to find him throwing his arms around my neck , hugging me. Whenever he hugged me , it always made me realize how tall he is. That gave me other weird feelings.

   “You don’t have to thank me for any of that. I enjoyed being around you. If I’m being honest , I wasn’t actually mad at you just now. I wanted to see how you would react if you thought I was mad.”

   I had played right into his scheme. I hated how he always found a way to get me to do exactly what he wanted. It frustrated me. He’d only known me a few days , but he already had me figured out. Maybe he paid more attention to me than I thought ?

   “And just so you know , I was actually awake from the moment you poked my arm.” That evil , teasing laugh of his returned , along with my feelings of annoyance. It was getting exhausting switching between being annoyed and whatever that other feeling was. He pushed himself away from me before I could get a good hit in. Now he was probably thinking all kinds of strange things.

   “One more thing , so you don’t forget about me.” he said moving towards me once again.

   I didn’t expect what came next. My body was frozen while my brain tried to process what was happening. When I realized his lips were pressed against mine , I tried pushing him off , knowing this wasn’t a good idea. I pushed on his chest as hard as I could , but it was no use. One of his giant hands was holding my face in place , his long fingers firmly holding onto the back of my neck.

   Well , I guess it was just a kiss. How intense could it possibly get ? He was leaving to go to another country anyways. There was a good chance I might never see him again , so what could it hurt ? Well it might hurt if I had romantic feelings for him , but that wasn’t even possible. How can you even fall for someone in the span of three days ? I can always play into whatever he’s planning and just see what happens.

   I stopped pushing on him and instead moved my hands so they were now around his neck. I interlaced my fingers together and pulled down on him , pulling him closer while I returned his kiss. He seemed surprised , but excited about my reaction. His fingers started gently pulling on the hair on the back of my neck , sending tingles down my neck and throughout my body. He probably shouldn’t do that if he doesn’t plan on taking this any further. Although if he did , I don���t think I would fight against the idea at this point , even knowing it was a bad choice. No , I can’t think like that. Maybe I should end this now ? My body and my brain were not communicating with each other properly , considering I ignored every ‘stop’ my brain was screaming at me.

   He chose to test me even further by trying to sneak his tongue into my mouth. Again , I was unsure if pushing this further was a good idea or not , but I couldn’t help myself. He already tasted too damn good and I needed more. I let him do what he wanted , but I responded in just the same way.

   If he was going to test me , then I was going to do the same to him. I let go of his neck and ran my hands down his chest. He flinched at the sudden touch , but didn’t move away as I moved my hands around to the small of his back and gripped at his shirt. He let out a small laugh , amused at this game we were playing.

   I think he knew what I was doing , because he too changed what he was doing. His hand that was previously gripping at my cheek was now gently gliding down my side ; his fingertips creating shivers over every part they touched until he reached my waist , which he gripped at , aggressively pulling me into him. He was being gentle before , but now that I was getting testy , his real personality was beginning to surface. I think I liked this side better.

   The feeling of now being pressed up against him with his fingertips digging into my back was giving me other ideas that I didn’t have before. He must have read my mind too , as he decided to try something a little more dangerous. He broke off the kiss , which I wasn’t happy about until I felt his lips on my cheek. He made sure to tease me by nibbling on my ear lobe a bit , causing my breathing to get heavier than it already was. He laughed for a second , but he wasn’t completely satisfied by that reaction. As he moved down to my neck , I instinctively moved one of my hands back up to his neck. He moved down lower and lower until he got to the nape of my neck. There , he started nibbling , causing me to dig my nails into the back of his neck in response. That was not a reaction he had expected. At the feeling of my nails clawing at him , he bit down hard. Surprised , I let out a short moan as he also sucked at my skin , surely causing it to turn colors. I wasn’t concerned about that at the moment. I was more focused on our game. Somehow he had gotten the upper hand on me and forced me to make a sound without intending to. I wasn’t about to let him win.

   I tried to think of something I could do to turn things around in my favor , although thinking straight was hard being in the blissful haze that he was causing. I realized that the couch was only a few feet away. If I could catch him off guard , I could make this work.

   I waited a few more seconds , resisting that blissful feeling until he finally stopped. He brought his face back up to my level , which is when I acted. I pushed him off me with probably a little too much force , but it was necessary to move someone who was 140 pounds of muscle. He fell back onto the couch , just like I had planned. Before he had time to process what was happening , I jumped on top of him.

   Now that I had him in this position , I wasn’t quite sure what I should do. Was this too much ? Surely he hadn’t planned on things going this far. I was now the one making sure he wouldn’t forget me. I didn’t want him to go back to Korea and forget the translator he met back in Japan , even if I never saw him again. The thought of him forgetting me made my heart hurt somewhere. While I was thinking this , I noticed I had been sitting there , straddling him with one hand on his neck while the other was pressed against his cheek , brushing his face with my thumb. I must have had a contemplative look on my face because he spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours.

   “What is it ?” he asked looking concerned. I didn’t want him to know I may actually have real feelings for him beyond that of a friend , which is what I had considered him after spending all this time together. Maybe he was more than that now ? Maybe he’s been more than that from the start ?

   “It’s nothing.” I replied before forcing my brain to turn itself off again and became a slave to my instincts.

   I kissed him harder this time , needing to forget about my insecurities. His hands were on both of my legs , trying to decide if it was okay to move them any further. It seemed even he was apprehensive about crossing that line. Still , I wanted to push things further , dancing on the edge of the point of no return.

   I removed both of my hands from his neck and started to unbutton his shirt. I was happy he didn’t try to stop me. I don’t think he was even sure about what I was about to do. Hell I didn’t even know what I was doing. My hands were moving all on their own now.

   Once that job was done , I was left with the question of what to do next. Taking his shirt completely off might be grounds for him to stop me , so I settled for something else. Ever since I realized he had perfect biceps , I had been curious about if he had muscles elsewhere too. I slowly slid my hands up his undershirt and over his abs to find that I was definitely correct. He flexed at the feeling of my hands searching him. At the same time he kissed me harder , more passionately than before. This must have been the signal he was waiting for to know he didn’t have to hold back as much as he was. His hands made their way slowly up to my behind , gripping at every part of my body that he could reach. We were definitely walking on thin ice now. I know I needed to stop , but at this point he was insatiable. I wasn’t ever going to get enough !

   I continued to touch him , moving up higher every time. The harder he gripped at me , the more I got lost in him. He wanted me just as badly , if not more than I wanted him.

   This time , I was the one to break off and place kisses all down his neck , starting from his chin. My real goal here was to get at his collarbone that had been toying with me for a while now. He made quiet , breathy noises as I finally got to his collarbone. His breathing was starting to get more erratic the lower I moved as well.

   It was the most intoxicating thing I had felt in a long time. Actually , I don’t think I’ve ever felt this drunk on a person. He annoyed the hell out of me and sometimes I did try to avoid him , but when he wasn’t around things were boring and I felt almost lonely. Truthfully , I really didn’t want him to leave. I was ready to do what I had to do to make him stay.

   He was now starting to lose the control that he had managed to maintain this entire time , though he was still fighting me. I still planned to win this game , even if I could only have a small victory. I stopped the assault my hands were now having on his chest and moved my hands over to his back. I dug my nails into his back starting from his spine , as I moved back to kissing his perfect lips. He kissed me back , now twice as desperate as before. His arms were now wrapped around my waist in a hug , pulling me as close to him as I could possibly get. I dug in harder after my nails had made their first round from his back to his sides.

   I don’t know how he managed to not be overly excited at this point , but he was definitely close. I knew I was close to getting what I wanted because he tried to speak up in between kisses.

   “Mina , you have to stop.”

   I ignored him and silenced him with another kiss. He told me to stop , but he wasn’t actually doing anything about it. I kept going , even after he tried pleading with me again. Like me , his body was betraying his mind. I would kill to know what he was thinking right now. If anything , I needed to make him stop thinking. I know if I pushed things just a little more , I would get there.

   To my dismay , his brain finally overrode his actions. He knew words weren’t going to do any good in this situation. It happened quick enough to shock me into stopping. I’m not quite sure what happened. One minute I was on top of him , the next he had both my arms pinned down to the couch , hovering over me. He had moved fast so my back hit the couch harder than he meant it to , but he managed to avoid my head hitting the arm of the couch. My legs were still wrapped around his waste though. I know he would never let me fall , but my body refused to completely let go.

   “Mina , you have to stop ! I’m trying to show a bit of restraint here.” he said still breathing hard.

   “You’re the one who started all this !” I complained. How could he ask me to stop when this only happened because of him ?

   “I didn’t intend to take it that far. Your reaction was...unexpected.”

   “Well what did you expect then ?” I was curious as to what he had been thinking when he started this game. It was a small win however , knowing that I didn’t do exactly what he had wanted. I threw his entire plan off.

   He stopped for a minute either trying to think of an answer or thinking about how to word what he wanted to say in English. I must have made his brain malfunction a bit.

   “Not that.”

   I was confused at this point. Was this just another moment that he was teasing me , or did he mean more by it ? Those blissful feelings I had been lost in had suddenly given way to the annoyance I was starting to feel again. What the hell did he want from me then ?

   “Do you not want me then ?”

   I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I had been trying to keep my feelings to myself , despite what had just went on. I thought I could still get away with using the excuse of being lost in the moment.

   He looked at me funny , like I had just posed the most ridiculous question in the world.

   “That’s not it at all. I really wouldn’t mind taking this further , but if we do that now , it could ruin whatever relationship it is that we have now. I know you’re not the type to just do this for no reason. You’re a bit more special to me than someone like that.”

   Okay , was not expecting that for an answer. I wondered exactly what he meant by me being ‘special’ to him. Suddenly , I wanted him more than I did even before all this. It was rare for me to give into someone saying sweet nothings to me like that.

   I did have one more excuse to continue our heated session.

   “What if I never see you again ?”

   Now this question really threw him off. He had been convinced just last night that I hated him. Now I was essentially begging him not to leave.

   He looked perplexed by my questioning. I felt his grip on my wrists tighten for a second. I watched as he watched me , contemplating on whether he should just give in or not. He took a deep breath before answering me.

   “If that’s what you’re worried about , I’ll make sure to see you again , one way or another. I don’t want to leave. We can continue this some other time , don’t worry.”

   Thinking about what I had said , I felt guilty now. I made it sound like I was guilting him into finishing the job , but that wasn’t my intention. I asked that question seriously. His decision was the correct one though. I was back and forth about how I felt about him. It wouldn’t be fair to him to be with him while I’m still confused.

   “Fine , I’ll stop.” I conceded when I finally found my words again. Somehow our roles had switched. I was the one who was acting on their feelings , while he was now the voice of reason.

   I thought he would let go of me after I let go of his waist , but he still didn’t move. He just smiled down at me with that sweet smile that drove me insane. This position wasn’t helping the situation much either. The thought of him holding me down made my imagination run away with itself. I had to bring myself back quickly to make sure I would stick to my word.

   “You can let go of me now.”

   “Oh yeah.”

   It was still another minute before he moved off me. I could tell it took all he had to make his body move. His mind must have still been thinking about other things the same way mine was.

   He reached out his hand to help me back up , pulling me up with more force than he needed to. Our bodies collided together , making things even worse.

   “Sorry.” he said quickly moving away from me.

   I guess all that tension that had been between us these past 3 days had been different from what I had initially thought. I thought I was just annoyed by him , but it turns out that wasn’t the case. What it really was , I didn’t know.

   After buttoning his shirt back up , he looked at me and started laughing.

   “What are you laughing about ?” I was annoyed thinking he was laughing at me.

   “Whatever you do , don’t look in the mirror.”

   “Why not ?”

   He didn’t answer me , so I walked over to the table where I had set my phone down earlier. I turned on the camera to see what he was talking about. I must have had a look of pure anger on my face because he started backing away from me. I knew he had left a mark on my neck , but I didn’t know it was that bad. It was big and dark enough that it would be impossible to hide without using make up and making an effort to hide it. That would be complicated , since it was summer. To make matters worse , I had to be at work in a few hours.

   “This looks horrible !” I yelled walking over to him. He was laughing , like always.

   “I couldn’t help it ! You were the one clawing at my neck ! I’m sure you left plenty of marks too that I’m not going to have any way of explaining.”

   I must have finally cracked , because I broke out into laughter. There wasn’t actually anything funny about this situation , but I thought it was funny that both of us were in a similar dilemma.

   He smiled and walked over to me , suddenly hugging me now. Hadn’t we just gotten ourselves out of this situation ?

   “I did figure something out though.”

   Now I was confused again. What exactly had he figured out ?

   “What’s that ?” I probably didn’t want to know the answer , but I asked anyways.

   “I know you might deny having any type of feelings for me , but your body said something completely different just now. I’ll let you keep on lying , for now. Don’t expect to get so lucky the next time I see you though.”

   I pushed him off me , ready to once again deny feeling any such way when he suddenly kissed me one last time. I was surprised so I ended up kissing him back. This time , he actually was teasing me. I wish he would just let me breathe already ! I pushed him off before I started getting that dizzying feeling again. If that kicked in , there would be no stopping me. I would find a way to convince him not to leave. He laughed , knowing I would’ve reacted that way.

   He was just about to leave after putting his shoes back on when he stopped and turned to me.

   “You don’t have to worry about me forgetting about you while I’m in Korea. Your memory was already burned into my mind after our first meeting. If anything , I find you twice as interesting as I originally did.”

   He gave me a cheesy wink before finally leaving. I shrank down into the couch. Somehow , he understood that I was concerned about him forgetting me without me having to say a word about it.

   Now that I was alone , all I could think about was what had just taken place. Why had I acted that way so suddenly ? Whenever he was around , it seemed like my brain would turn into mush. I always hung onto his every word. It drove me crazy that I didn’t understand why I felt that way. I’m not the type of person to do things like that , ever. He always confused my head and made my heart hurt.

   I had no interest in trying to sort out my feelings right now. I had more important things to do , like figuring out how the hell I was going to hide this ugly mark.

[aestheticaus]

AMUSEMENT PARK DAY WITH LUCAS

lucas insists on going the minute the doors open no matter how much you protest

so of course the night before you sleep over at his house

(that way he can haul you up in the morning himself)

at the ass-crack of dawn he's already tearing the curtains open and bellowing about the rides you're going to go on first before the lines start to pile up with the rest of the general public who get up and arrive at a normal time

on the whole car ride over he chatters your ear off about the different memories he has of the park he'd been going to ever since he was little

and even though you're still grumpy and tired as all hell, you can't help but stare at the shape of his lips as he talks and smiles and laughs

and when he takes both hands off the wheel in the middle of a story to gesture wildly, you giggle even as you yell at him to focus on the road

once you finally get inside the park, you head straight for the biggest rollercoaster there

lucas launches into a story about the time he was dared to go on that ride 5 times in a row and nearly threw up, but upon seeing your horrified face, he quickly backtracks and claims this first one will help you get over the rest of your rollercoaster jitters

and even though you dig your heels in he's more than strong enough to still drag you all the way there with no problem

when you’re all buckled in and waiting to take off, you think you catch the ride operator shooting the two of you a knowing look, and you glance over at lucas in confusion

big mistake, because you nearly lose yourself in those huge eyes, sparkling with excitement and anticipation

you don't even notice the rollercoaster taking off and climbing up until the first big drop

your eyes widen and you let out a scream even you thought you were incapable of

your hand shoots out and finds his, and it doesn't even cross your mind that your heart might not only be pounding from the adrenaline

he interlocks your fingers and squeezes tightly for the rest of the ride, and before you know it, the ride comes to a screeching halt

after you get off on wobbling legs and collect your things, you turn to him and announce that the two of you are going on that ride again

he looks at you for a second and laughs, wiggling his eyebrows

“wow, you must have really enjoyed holding my hand”

you roll your eyes, shooting back, “as if. i just hadn’t realized how good of a stress reliever that was”

but you still can’t explain the weird squeezing feeling in your chest

eventually, you chalk it up to a side effect of the ride, and he tugs you towards the booth where all the pictures from the ride are displayed

you both have the same look on your face, wild and happy and carefree

you think to yourself that you'd like to stay that way forever

“ugh, too bad these pics are so expensive, we look so cute!” you frown, tilting your head

“yeah, you do,” he smiles, already stuffing a hand into his back pocket for his wallet

after too much goofing off while waiting in line and enough rollercoasters to make your head spin, the two of you finally call it quits and head towards the food court for pizza

you try and pay for his overpriced, greasy slice since he covered for your matching wallet pictures, but he insists on paying for it (and ice cream too), with the excuse that he was “the one who dragged you here in the first place,” shoving pizza in your mouth to stop you from talking back

after eating, the hottest part of the day slams into you like a brick wall, so the two of you head towards the water rides

lucas promises that you won't get too wet, but you both step off the first ride completely soaked

you wring out your hair and shrug

“guess this means we don't have to worry about getting any wetter!”

by the time you're finished with all of the water rides and dry off a bit, it’s almost sundown

lucas suggests you guys hop on the cross-park gondola to watch the sunset

on the gondola, you whip out your polaroid and snap pics of everything - the gorgeous view, the setting sun, and, of course, lucas himself

it really is quite romantic, all things considered, and you think mildly on how it was too bad you hadn't gone with someone other than your annoying best friend

but... why on earth do you somehow feel disappointed when the ride was over? and why does your stomach flip when lucas extends a hand to help you off the gondola? what could you have possibly been anticipating this whole time?

don't think about it don't think about it don’t think -

“LET'S GO ON THE MUSHROOM NEXT”

the ,,

the what

???

“you know, the mushroom thingy?? with the arms and the dangly chairs???”

exasperated, he grabs your hand and leads you to the other side of the park

ohhhhh

in front of you is a spinning swing ride, painted like - who could have guessed? - a teal and purple mushroom

you both get on, choosing two seats next to each other

when the ride takes off and the lights start to blur together as they tear past your face, wind lifting your hair, you stretch out your arms like the wings of a bird

lucas does the same, his big hand easily reaching for yours, this time gently, and so natural it makes your heart stutter

he only lets go when the ride is over, and you have to unbuckle yourself from the swing seats

you press on like nothing happened, even though you want more than anything to have stayed on that ride for an eternity

“the park’s almost closed… how about we go on one last ride?”

lucas nods, already heading towards the enormous carousel right by the giant fountain and the main entrance

“i saved this ride for last. don't tell anyone, but… as a kid, this was my favorite. not the big rollercoasters, or the super fast spinny rides, or even the drop tower. this,” he confesses.

you carefully select a small, galloping, black horse, and he situates himself on the white mare next to you

as the ride starts, you close your eyes and lean against the golden support bar in between your legs, savoring the cool spray from fountain and trying to drown your thoughts out with the cheery music of the carousel

as you and lucas walk through the exit gates and towards the parking lot, your mind races

what had you planned on coming away with today?

in the beginning, you thought you were just in for a long day of crazy fun with your best friend, which it was, but now… you aren’t sure anymore

do you like him as a friend? as more than a friend? is all of this worth it if it’ll just end up in heartbreak?

what exactly do you want out of this relationship?

but wrapped up in his hoodie as he drives home, hand stealing into his one last time and dozing off on his shoulder, exhausted from the early and full day, your mind manages to form one last, hazy thought before you fall asleep

it’s just… him

he’s enough

[forehead-enthusiast]

Snowball

Pairing: Lucas x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 760

Summary: Ow.

An hour ago, when you and Lucas first noticed the snow, you both decided to do what any reasonable, mature people would do. Have a snowball fight, obviously. Although, an hour after that, now, you decided this was more of a snowball war. You had both built up icy barricades to crouch behind, and had arsenals of perfectly lethal weapons stockpiled.

Despite all the enthusiasm and preparation, neither of you were that great, so most of the snowballs were littered about, not having hit anything. That didn’t make it any less fun, and you both roared and screamed excitedly at each other. You might have seen some children judging you out of the corner of your eye a few minutes ago, but that wasn’t important. Lucas darted around as quickly as his huge frame would allow while he positively cackled with glee.

Your aim wasn’t very good, but you managed to hit him a few times thanks to him being a bigger target. Each time, he’d point at you and swear revenge, but had yet to really get you.

As you landed another on the back of his neck, you laughed at him flinching from the snow infiltrating his coat. He turned, invigorated but playfully enraged by the sudden chill, and lobbed a snowball at you before you managed to catch your breath.

The last thing you remember seeing was white, hurtling towards your face.

As you became vaguely aware you were flat on your back in the snow, you could distantly hear Lucas calling out your name. You began to blink, slowly realizing what had happened, but not quite comprehending it. Your lifeless corpse of a body was scooped up by who you could only assume was Lucas, who then ran back into the house.

He gently set you down in an armchair before hurrying off somewhere. Your vision finally cleared, and you began to feel the throbbing pain in your nose. He returned quickly and shoved a handful of tissues onto your face.

“Y/n! Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Am I… Did you give me a bloody nose?”

“Uh. Maybe?”

You looked at his concerned face, and burst out laughing. “Is that even possible? With a snowball?” He chuckled uneasily, still worried about the blood pouring out of your nose. You took the tissues from him, and assured him, “It’s alright, I got it.” With your other hand, you reached out and ruffled his hair. “You need to chill out with the arm workouts, okay?”

He relaxed a bit, and nodded, but his eyebrows betrayed his worry. You smiled at how scrunched up they were, then winced at the sting of your nose again. Lucas’ giant hands flitted about nervously, longing for something to do.

“Lucas, why don’t you make some hot chocolate or something?”

He eagerly went to complete the task, and returned quickly with two mugs, topped generously with marshmallows. You sipped on them gingerly, not wanting to accidentally soak the tissues. After you finished the drinks, you removed the tissues, and carefully checked for any continued bleeding. Luckily, you found none, and cheerfully asked Lucas, “How is it? Still straight?” He nodded, looking relieved. Honestly, his unusually worried manner was pretty cute. Obviously, you loved the giant manchild he always was, but it was sweet to see how much he cared about you.

“Is there anything else I can get you? Like, uh, bandages? Ice?” He looked around frantically for inspiration. “More hot chocolate?”

“I think three jumbo marshmallows are enough for one day.” He looked distraught at the refusal, and you tried to think of things you could ask him to do. You reached out, and he quizzically picked you up again.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?”

“No, I just felt like it was a waste that I was kind of unconscious when you carried me earlier.”

He grinned, and hefted you up again to get a better grip. You leaned your head onto his shoulder and gazed at your overly strong, sweet, slightly stupid man. He looked back at you, and you thought of something else.

“Lucas.”

“Yeah?”

“You know what you could do to make me feel better?

“What?”

You pointed at your nose. “Kiss it better.” He laughed uproariously, and leaned down to plant a kiss on your slightly bruised face. It hurt a bit, as he was always a bit too enthusiastic, and you grimaced.

“On second thought, some ice would be okay too.”

[jameui]

HAPPIER WITH YOU ('ANGEL' SEQUEL)

Requested

PAIRING: Wong Yukhei x M!Reader

GENRE: Fluff, Angst, Smut

WARNING: Profanities, dumbification, I don't know how being in a coma feels and what happens when the patient wakes up

SUMMARY: Lucas couldn't move on from your sudden passing away, so reminiscing the moments he had with yiu was his only last resort.

LEGEND:

FLASHBACK

LUCAS' THOUGHTS

"Sunbae!" You called out to the senior, retreating your smile the moment his head turned to look at you with such a dull and empty expression, either way it looked like he didn't acknowledge your presence at all.

On the other hand, everyone was surprised upon seeing how Lucas was treating you a little bit kinder than before when he'd actually punch you in the stomach if he ever caught sight of you trying to get his attention. It wasn't everyday for the other students to see Lucas walking around the campus with you beside him. It was quite a shock to them, but nonetheless felt less bothered by it. They had no reason to associate with Lucas anymore.

Lucas sighed while closing his locker as he took a book from out of it. He exhaled through his nose and crossed his arms looking down at your smaller stature. You nervously glance up at him, it all happening in just a flash since you feared what would happen if you stared any longer. Lucas rolled his eye, his greatly wounded left eye patched up pretty lazily. "Do you intend on just standing there or do you actually plan on changing these gauzes on my face? It's starting itch."

You widened your eyes at him and finally was face to face with him, all your fear gone, now replaced with worry and disappointment. "You didn't change the bandages last night, did you?" You tut your tongue and took his wrist, your small hand barely fitting around them. "I told you to change them before you go to sleep." You nagged, Lucas only replying with a roll of his eyes while letting himself get dragged by you.

"I got too lazy once I placed myself down on the bed." Lucas confessed you only huffing out in frustration.

"Lu—Yukhei-sunbae, you need to look out for yourself, too. What will happen if I'm gone?" You scolded him, earning a silence from Lucas who wasn't bothered to give you anything in reply. You didn't know how stubborn as a donkey Lucas can get and now that you're experiencing it first hand, your only thought was how it's so hard to get Lucas to listen to you. He always dodges every question you threw at him and didn't heed your warnings and instructions. It's frustrating for you to see Lucas being so hard-headed, but you were determined to help the older male, so maybe you found his stubbornness a good opportunity to use as a reason to get close to Lucas.

As you got busy with the swirling thoughts in your head, you almost walked right over the chance to hear Lucas saying your name. "M/n." Your head whipped up towards him with an expression that held all your shock and surprise. "Don't make it a big deal. I just wanted to tell you that we're in the clinic already." Flickering your eyes away from him you nodded your head at him and turned away, not until Lucas spoke once again. "Just call me Lucas. I think it'd be better that way since I know I won't be able to get rid of you anytime now."

And just like that, you became the happiest person in the world, as you liked to describe it. That was also the first time I got to know how forgetfull yoh were as a person. I keep telling you so many time to just call me by my name, but I guess you were just scared with what I would do with you.

"Lucas!" You bent your body down hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breathe from practically trying to chase after Lucas when you insisted on joining him on his morning jog. You put a hand to your chest breathing heavily, looking like a panting dog.

Lucas jogged his way back to you with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. As he got to you, he jogged in place and decided to mock you. "Tired? Told you my routine wasn't that easy." Lucas chuckled with his deep voice, you looking up at him. Lucas tuts his tongue and began to finish another lap. "Come on, we're near the last lap."

You nodded your head and got back to jogging once again, until you positioned your foot incorrectly as you did causing you to sprain your ankle you wincing and groaning painfully whilst you fell to the ground. Lucas was still yet to notice the extreme pain you were in until he heard a more louder groan. He turned his back around and saw that you were trying to massage the part of the ankle that was causing you to be in such a pained state, only for you to hiss from how immense it felt and tears flowed down your eyes.

Lucas worriedly ran back just to check on you. He knelt to the ground on one knee, one hand placed on your shoulder as he tried to calm you down. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked you trying to look for the reason why you were crying.

"M-my ankle.. I... Fuck! It hurts!" You cried out with you pushing your head back in attempt to ease the pain on in your ankle. "I think I sprained my ankle."

"Oh, come on, don't be too dramatic." Lucas tuts his tongue again and moved his hand to hold the cause of your pain, letting go immediately as if he touched something very hot when he heard you wince. "You are such a clumsy baby." Lucas rolled his eyes before he turned his back at you and he gestured for you to get on his back. You were confused at first with what he was doing. You thought he was doing something funny, but by the time he told you to get on, you were struck with realization and nodded your head shyly as you rode his back, him holding behind the pit of your knees to secure you and made sure you don't fall. "Hold on tight." He instructed.

"Alright." You muttered and complied, but you barely held onto his shoulder that got the older male raising a brow.

"What are you doing?" He asked you.

You looked at him, then back to your hands and smiled awkwardly. "Uh... holding onto you?"

Lucas gave you another eye roll for the nth time before he retracted one of his arms so he could reposition the way you held onto him. He made it so that your hands were past his shoulders, seemingly hugging him. "If you were to hold on like that, you'd easily fall off." He huffs and called you a moron under his breathe that was inaudible to you.

The older male was forced to stop in the middle of finishing his morning routine because he had to take a specific clumsy male to the nearest clinic, if you two were lucky to find any.

Fortunately, the place where he usually exercised had established a clinic nearby, considering that it was a high demand among people who went to exercise at the said place.

"Good morning." The clinic nurse greeted the both of you as Lucas led you to a chair so you could take a seat. "What brings you both boys here? Broken ankle?" He asked you politely with a smile on his face.

"Ah, yes, actually." You replied shyly, before Lucas placed you down on one of the beds that was inside the clinic. The nurse patched you up a short moment after, Lucas having to give you a piggyback ride on your way home.

That was then when Lucas realized he didn't know where you lived. "Uh, where...?"

"Oh, uhm, just... uhmm.." You thought for a very long time trying so hard to remember you street location.

"Seriously? You don't even know where your location is?" Lucas said in disbelief. He knew that you could get a little stupid at times, but he didn't know you could get this stupid.

"Well, how am I supposed to know it would come in handy? I can't even memorize a math formula, do you think my street location would be any different?" You almost yelled into his ear, the fact that you were on his back that didn't change that you were practically yelling into his ear with how much close you are to it.

Finally, Lucas decided to just let you into his house for this one time since it was the closest and you were getting really heavier in every passing minute. You were sat at one of the couches inside the place and wondered how the house looked very simple and common. Not very usual for Lucas, you thought. "I love your house."

"Yeah? This was all I could afford with all my monthly allowances. Guess it really paid off." Lucas stated which got you widening your eyes.

"You bought this house yourself?" You exclaimed in total shock. Lucas nodded his head as he fills the glass cups with water for you two to drink. "Shut up! Oh my god, that's amazing!" You said and continued to blabber how much you wanted to have a house of your own and design it with every pastel colored designs you could ever think of. You really loved anything that's pleasing to the eyes, so maybe that's one of the reasons why you fell for Lucas, though his personality isn't that quite pleasing.

You know, M/n, I may have lied to you in some certain instances, but there was this one time where I told you the only truth.

"WHAT?!" You exclaimed from the confession Lucas told you that got him flinching in return. "No way! THE Wong Yukhei is still a virgin? Who would have thought?"

"Didn't you?" Lucas asked you a little too shy as his face turned beet red from embarrassment.

You weren't able to miss out on the blushing mess you made of Lucas whilst he tried so hard to cover the redness on his face. "Aw~ Don't worry, Lucas. I am one of those still owning their V-cards. You don't have to be so shy." You chuckled instinctively ruffling the male's head, fianlly able to reach them since you both were seated on Lucas' bed. "Also, I did wish you were still a virgin and didn't actually think it would come true, that was my bad, since I always heard you went out and hooked up with anyone you met." You said and shrugged your shoulders.

"First off, hooking up with strangers is a big no-no. The fuck do I look like, a porn star?" Lucas joked, you making a face that said that he did look like one. Lucas rolled his eyes and groaned, deciding to continue. "Second, I may be that jerk of a person, but I always thought that my first would be with someone precious to me and me to them, too." The moment those words fell off his lips, all that he could do was to blush even harder.

"Lucas, why do you keep turning red?" You chuckled, slightly punching the older male on the shoulder. You found it cute, though. It's not everyday you get to see this side of Lucas and looking at it first hand you can't help yourself, but coo mentally at the way he looked. "But, if it makes you feel any better the color red suits you well. It's cute."

"I.." Lucas tried to retort, but when his attention fell upon your genuine look and innocent-looking eyes, all he could think of was how gorgeous they were and how they sparkled like million of stars inhabited them. "S-stop." Lucas mumbled, one hand over his mouth as though it would cover up the rising crimson color on his face.

You tilted your head to the side with a smile adorning your beautiful features as you giggled and was in disbelief that Lucas didn't know how to handle the compliment. "Lucas, you look like your about to explode."

Lucas snaps his head at you with a small glare, that got you laughing. "Hey! This is all your fault! You can't just blurt out anything that comes to your head and expect that the person will actually feel good about it."

"Don't you?" You teased him even further with a smirk on your face.

Lucas only knitted his brows more and looked away from you before he got up from the bed. "I'll be sleeping outside." Lucas informed you, causing your face to frown in concern.

"What? Then, where will you sleep?" You asked him while he let his fingers ran through his hair and sighed, thinking.

"I'll figure it out." Lucas answered you and was about to leave when you made him do otherwise.

"This is your home, Lucas. You can sleep on your bed." You said patting the space beside you, Lucas raising a brow at you.

He crossed his arms and looked at you with those cold eyes. "Then, where will you sleep?" He asked you, a little bit worried.

You smiled. "Right beside you." You told Lucas as the male rolled his eyes immediately turning the lights off so you wouldn't be able to see another blush forming on his cheeks.

He then made his way towards the other side of the bed as you looked at him with a very wide smile that seemed to creep him out a little, but he didn't mind. He didn't mind the company. It always gets pretty quiet and lonely when you just live all by yourself and with no one else to talk to, except a pet dog who only barked in reply, which you adored really much.

"Don't do anything stupid." Lucas pointed at you with a stern look as he placed himself beside you, settling inside the blankets to make himself feel comfortable. You finally closed the night lamp Lucas owned, when you felt Lucas grip your hand. It was tight and it seemed like he was shaking.

"Lucas? What's wrong?" You turned to look at his side and heard that he was mumbling a few words that you couldn't make out. "Lucas, are you okay?" He didn't answer you, so you decided to open the night lamp and Lucas slowly sat up on the bed and looked at you. "You're scaring me a little, Lucas. Is there something—"

"I'm scared of the dark." Lucas admitted and sighed, covering his face with both of his hands. "So, please don't turn off the light."

You smiled and nodded your head in understanding. "Okay. I won't." You replied before you two went to sleep and rode a train to dreamland.

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"Ugh, f-fuck. M/n." Lucas cursed under his breathe, an airy moan moving past his lips. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as they flowed down his neck, his attention all on you as you let him sink his erection further down your mouth, you taking in everything effortlessly. "A-are you okay, M/n?" Concerned, Lucas asked you with a small stutter in between pleasured huffs.

You answered him with a nod and a hum, even the little vibrations made by your mouth sent an unfamiliar sensation towards Lucas' manhood, a groan coming out of him. "Fuck, that felt good." Lucas chuckled deeply as you let your eyes stare up at the male who was already looking down at you, his fingers playing with your hair before he entangles them with his fingers and made an experimental thrust to see if you were fine.

He felt a tap on his thighs gesturing that you were alright as he finally bottomed out, him sighing in pure bliss. "Shit. M/n your mouth feels so good." Lucas said, you wanting to make him feel better, started to bob your head up and down taking all of him everytime, his tip reaching further down your throat. "Ah~ Damn it, M/n. I'm not gonna hold back." Lucas stated, before both of his hands was placed at the back of your head and thrusted into you at his own pace, your eyes widening in shock, but you didn't pull away or resisted, the way he thrusted into your mouth, it felt good.

"Fuck, fuck." Lucas moaned feeling himself fall into a very euphoric state. "Bet you're thanking my wonderful morning wood, since you get to do all this with me, huh?" Lucas talked you down, nonetheless you felt your own cock twitch at his wild guess which was extremely correct, that you feared he could read minds. "Haa..." Lucas sighed once more, his thrust getting more erratic with your eyes moving to the back of your head while drool formed on your lips.

All you could ever think of right now was how you wanted to submit to Lucas. All yourself. You wanted to give it to him, as though he was your god and all you could do was offer yourself to him as a sacrifice. You wanted Lucas to fuck your mouth until your throat felt sore and turn hoarse once he's finished. Heck, you would even give up anything just to be fully dominated by him. ANYTHING!

As Lucas moaned and thrusted, you hummed and swallowed making your throat tighten around the male's cock that elicited a loud groan from the male, fastening his pace even more, giving you no time to adjust. You could only let yourself hold on to the male's muscular legs, your eyes went up to look at the satisfied male only to see his head pulled back from so much pleasure he received from you. A few seconds and Lucas had dropped his eye down to you, your tear-filled eyes only turning him on more as you felt him grow bigger in size inside your mouth. "FUCK!" Lucas screamed, before he gritted his teeth, tightening his hold on your head (not too much to hurt you), speeding up his movements.

You slurped and twirled your tongue around his thick girth, your mouth being filled over and over again with every thrust Lucas sent your mouth. "Hmm~ Are you feeling good, too, M/n?" You nodded your head in return, but it wasn't too visible considering that Lucas had his full control on your head and he was fucking your mouth at such an inhumane speed you'd think he was a beast. "FUCK!" Lucas cursed a little too loud, you knowing for sure the people outside, specifically his neighbors could hear him.

You continued to suck and lick his full length that was abusing your mouth as if it was a huge lollipop you loved so much. Lucas sped up even more, groaning as he felt a coil in his stomach that told him his climax was near. "Fuck, M-M/n. I'm gonna cum." Lucas said and opted to pull out from your mouth, but when he did you only pushed your head forward forcing Lucas' dick to get buried inside your mouth as Lucas let out a loud howl and proud chuckle. "You want a taste of my milk, M/n? Then, fucking take it, angel." Lucas thrusted into your mouth a few more times before releasing his seeds into your mouth with his cock deep inside, you taking and swallowing everything not letting a small drop go to waste.

Lucas panted and looked down at you, caressing your face. "Are.. you alright, M/n?" Lucas asked you before he pulled himself out of your mouth, fixing himself up.

"Y-yeah." You chuckled, wiping your mouth from the drool that was dripping down your mouth. "Didn't actually think you'd go so hard on me on my first time."

Lucas widened his eyes upon his realization. "Fuck, oh my goodness, I'm so sorry—"

"Angel." You said, which made Lucas feel confused. "You called me angel. Call me that again."

"What? No, I didn't." Lucas denied very much quickly and crossed his arms. "It was just... uhm.. yeah."

"You know, I actually liked the way you were worried about me in my situation. I liked how you cared for me." You commented that got Lucas scoffing and walked off.

And that was the start where I actually started calling you the nickname I gave you. Ironic, isn't it? We had done something forbidden, yet I call you 'angel' which was a total opposite to what we had done. I didn't really think you'd become the precious person in my life that would.. well, do all those things with me.

"L-Lucas, faster." You didn't believe those words would leave your lips, but the moment Lucas had thrusted enough inside your puckered hole to make you feel so much pleasure, you couldn't think straight anymore. All you wanted was to make yourself and Lucas to feel good. "Harder, ah!"

Lucas complied to your request in such a haste as soon as he heard the words that slipped past your tongue. "Shit, angel. I want to fuck you until the sun rises. You feel so fucking good around my cock." Lucas snapped his hips forward, accentuating every words with a thrust on his last sentence. Lucas chuckled, his wet hair, caused by his sweat, being pushed back with his fingers before he leaned his body forward to whisper into your ear. "How about that?"

"Do it, Lucas. Fuck me 'til I don't remember my name anymore. Fuck me stupid—AAH! YES, YES!" You moaned and smiled lewdly your jaw falling open with your tongue rolled out of your mouth, as you felt Lucas start to violate the inside of your tight velvety walls at such an alarming pace you can't even process anything that's happening in your head.

"FUCK!" Lucas chuckled, his voice dropping an octave deeper as he continued to harshly hammer his dick inside your now abused hole. "I like the way your hole is being stretched by my dick." Lucas smirked, as he thrusted in you at high speed, you arching your back when you felt yourself climax on his bed for the seventh time already. Without stopping his movements, he decided to tease you. "Cumming? Again? Well, as expected from you."

You held onto his hand that was tightly gripping your waist, the older male stopping for a moment. "L-Lucas.. Lucas.." You panted. "Y-you're going too fast.. slow do—AAH! LUCAS! TOO MUCH! FUCK!" Lucas did promise he'd listen to every word you say and would not intend to hurt you, but just when he felt himself draw near to his climax, you ask him to slow down? That's no way to respect someone older.

"Remember what you said, M/n. This whole thing is on you." Lucas smirked and went to start his thrusts again, the overstimulation too much for you too handle as you felt yourself grow dumb and only felt the pleasure, your head now left empty, except the thought of Lucas monstrously shoving his almost beast-sized girth inside of you over and over again, not even stopping for a break. Lucas whistled from the pleasure and laughed at how you were wrapped around his fingers when such activities like this happened between you two. "Damn! Angel, your walls are perfectly clenching around me. Are you cumming, again?"

You whimpered, caught red-handed as you nod your head. "Y-yes. M'sorry, Lucas." You said, with all the strength left in you, your energy all being drained since almost an hour ago. You wondered how much stamina Lucas had. He hadn't even released yet. "A-are you near yet, L-Lucas? I f-feel tired.."

Lucas tuts his tongue a couple of times as though to show you his genuine concern, but in full reality he was just doing it for display. He turned your body around, so your back was laying against the sheets of Lucas' bed, before he pulled you up, repositioning both of you so that he'd be the one sitting on the bed while you sat on top of him. As he pulled you down, you felt his cock move even deeper inside you, you whimpering in pleasure as you held onto Lucas' shoulder. "The safe word, angel." Lucas reminded you only for you to shake your head in reply and almost immediately Lucas went and screwed his thick rod inside of you at a speed you couldn't even comprehend.

You let out loud moans, the only name coming out of your mouth was the male's name who was making you feel so good inside you. "Lucas, Lucas! Feels.. goood~ AH!" Skin slapping, loud groans and high-pitched moans coming from the two of you echoed through the walls of the room, you starting to turn into jelly just by having your prostate get stimulated repeatedly with every vigorous thrust Lucas sent.

You looked down at your stomach to see the tip of Lucas' huge cock poking from inside you. You hesitantly moved your hand to place your hand over the bulge on your abdomen, Lucas groaning at the contact. "I can-ah feel you-ah so deep-ah inside me." You could feel Lucas rearranging your inside with every stab of his dick inside your glory hole.

Lucas growled, his thrust getting more erratic while he chased his high. "I'm about to cum, M/n. Will you take it all for me, angel?"

"Yes, yes! Cum inside me, make me pregnant!" You screamed without thinking straight, only leading Lucas closer to his climax.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Lucas, then thrusted a few more times before he released inside of you. The hot, thick liquid filling you up. Lucas let himself take a few more minutes to marvel at your warm insides with his cock still buried deep inside you, while Lucas' naked body held you close to him in a warm hug. "You did great, angel." Lucas told you before he placed a kiss on top of your head.

You smiled as you snuggled closer to him, unconsciously letting the male's cock dig deeper inside you as he groaned. While your head was still laid on his head, you blinked your eyes several times with Lucas' arms still wrapped around you, you looked up at the male your smile disappearing instantly when you felt Lucas' cock harden at the action. "No, Lucas."

"Safe word, angel." Lucas smirked and with lust filled eyes, looked down at you.

And after you couldn't let yourself say the only word that could help you get out of the situation mainly because you liked the way he was rough with you, you two lasted for three more rounds until you finally fell asleep in the arms of the older male. Lucas watched you lovingly with a smile on his face, clearing your face with the hair strands that stuck to your forehead from the sweat by pushing them to the side gently, careful not to wake you up.

I didn't have to deny it. It was as clear as day to me, that I had already fell for you. Not only because of that reason, but because you really did love me even when you saw every flaws I had. You stuck by my side, even to the point where you'd let yourself get into a fight just to protect me. I'm sorry, I didn't get to apologize to you personally, but if you can hear me, I wish you'd forgive me for seeing how much your worth was to me so late.

"Lucas, you don't sweep the floor like that. Here, let me show you."

"HYUNG! Jungwoo is teasing me, again!"

"Lucas, ugh! Fuck—" Oh, not that one.

"Hyung, bring Hyuhui (Lucas' pet dog in this story) to school tomorrow! It's a pet show and I think she'll win."

"Lucas, hyung, Lucas, hyung, Lucas, hyung." You gasp and turned to look at him. "Or daddy?"

"Lucas, there's nothing to be so scared in the dark. Take my hand, I'll protect you. I'll be like your guardian angel."

"You do not talk ill of Lucas when I'm around. I tell you, you do not!" That was the first time I got so proud of you because you courageously punched that kid.

"Lucas, let's dye out hair. I call dibs on pink!"

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"Who would have known that that day would have been our last to see each other?" Lucas held back his tears, trying so hard not to cry in front of a gravestone. But how can't he? He was imagining that he was talking to you, that you were here listening to him. If you were here, you'd immediately tell him to stop crying and give him a hug that would only induce more tears to fall from his eyes.

"A-Also, Jungwoo has already someone he is happy to be with." Lucas continued, talking to the air as he felt a light breeze gently blanket over him. "I'm now one of the successful CEOs under the music industry." He chuckled. "Remember, when you said you wanted to be my first artist? Because, I..." His voice cracked, breathe hitching from the memory. "Because I did."

"I guess, I was just happier when I'm with you, angel and I know nothing will ever change that." Lucas smiled, wiping his tears away. "If it did, it'd be only you who'd be able to change it."

Lucas heard a bark from the distance, his head looking around to know where it came from. He heard the bark from behind him, so he looked back at him and saw a very dirty looking stray dog, that seemed to remind him of you because of how clumsy you were. He stood up from where he was sat and approached the dog. "Hello there, little one. Are you lost?"

The dog barked happily, not seemingly looking lost before a voice came from in front of Lucas. "Sorry! Sorry, sir. Uhm, he's my dog actually." Lucas turned to look at the owner of the voice and smiled. "He gets too excited when he's outside of the house."

"There's no need to apologize. Your dog's cute by the way." Lucas told the person before the other male smiled and picked the dog up, not even minding that his shirt got dirty. "Well, it was nice meeting you. See you around."

The other male smiled and waved goodbye. "Yeah. See ya'"

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Meanwhile, as Lucas slept on the hospital bed his head covered with bandages, you paced back and forth inside the hospital room. "Oh, no.. What do I do?" You bit on your lips. "Why would Jungwoo—" You almost screamed when you heard Lucas groan and grumble, indicating that he was about to wake up. You neared him and shook him slightly. "Yukhei-sunbae? A-are you awake?" When you saw Lucas fluttering his eyes open, you widened your eyes in joy and surprise as you immediately called for the nurses, announcing that Lucas was already waking up.

The nurses rushed inside the room and checked whatever they needed to check on the patient to assure that Lucas would be stabilized, now that he has awoke from his coma. The nurse left when everything was done and you were left in the room with Lucas.

Lucas had his eyes now fully opened and looked around him, squinting from the brightness. "So bright..." Lucas mumbled, adjusting his eyes to the light before you hastily stood up from where you sat and turned off the lights, except the one that was far from the bed, but enough to light up the whole room. Lucas rubbed his eyes to clear his blurry vision and looked around the room, as if trying to find the person who had done him a favor. "Jungwoo?"

You pursed your lips and played on the hem of your shirt. "Er... no. It's me, sunbae. M/n." You chuckled awkwardly, before Lucas sat up from his bed immediately, you taking cover afraid that he was gonna attack you, but to your surprise he did not.

"This must be a dream." Lucas said, so you approached him and pinched his hand to earn a wince. "Ow!"

"So, you'd know this wasn't a dream. Please, don't hurt me." You covered yourself, opening one eye to look at Lucas who was smiling at you... genuinely. "Are you smiling at me, sunbae?"

Lucas felt tears drop down his face, as he moved to engulf you in a warm hug and did it so tightly. "Because of you, angel. Yes."

You were shocked by the nickname and peeled yourself away from him. "Angel? What's with the sudden nickname? Okay, what's up? Is this a prank? If so, damn, how could have you done it so perfectly and even slept for almost a whole week?"

Lucas furrowed his brows. "Sleep? Whole week?"

"Uh, yeah. You got into an accident and fell into a coma for four whole days." You replied as a matter of factly.

"Then, everything of those was... OH MY GOD, M/N! THANK GOODNESS!" Lucas happily yelled, scaring you a little.

"Did you hitting your head made a major damage to your brain, 'cause damn, I'm liking it." You said and laughed to yourself.

Lucas sighed and looked at you with happiness in his eyes. "I'm just glad you're here with me, now. I don't want to lose you again. My angel."

[magicbilbob]

(G)I-DLE (yuyeon) cheating au

Title: Among Enemies and Lovers 

Words: 38,037

Completion status: 4/4

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Jeon Soyeon/Song Yuqi ; Song Yuqi/Wong Yukhey | Lucas 

The steps are heavy.

"Let go of me, Yukhei! What do you think you're doing?!" It's Song Yuqi's voice, of course, and it's not that Soyeon is a fan of eavesdropping on other people's conversations (she really doesn't want to witness a couple's fight), but how could she get out of there without bumping into them both?

Therefore, she takes her hand off the doorknob and stands still, waiting for one of them to grow some sense and move the argument elsewhere.

"Yuqi, enough!" Yukhei, outside the bathroom, takes his hand off Yuqi's arm.

"Exactly! Enough!" She repeats. "I said I wanted to leave!"

"Yeah, after bugging me for two hours to come," he remembers. "Now, I want to stay."

"You want me to go back by myself?!"

"If you want to go back, go back alone or talk to one of your friends," the boy's face is upset, and Yuqi knows she's pulling him too hard, but she refuses to stay there. He, on the other hand, is having a very good night after a series of bad days in many ways, so he sighs and tries to calm down because he knows that arguing with her girlfriend with screams never comes to anything. She always screams louder. "I don't know what's happening to you these days, but you're starting to worry me. Everything I do never seems to be enough, you're never happy. You dictate where we go, when we go and who we go with, and it's like I have no voice in this relationship. I want a girlfriend, not a mother."

"Well, if you ever took action in your life, maybe I would stop taking control all the time," Yuqi shoots back, fists clenched.

"I think we need some time," he says, ignoring the truth in the girl's words.

"Are you- Are you breaking up with me?"

"No, that's not it... I just want some time. An open relationship for a while, to live other experiences and see if this helps with our dynamics."

"How will kissing other people help with our dynamics, Yukhei?!"

"Yuqi, this is what I want!"

"But I do not!"

"It's either that or you don't have a boyfriend anymore," he threatens, arms crossed, already tired of being bossed around. "Do what you want and tell me your final answer tomorrow. I'll get back to the guys."

As he walks away, Yuqi growls loudly and lets anger gnaw at her. She just didn't expect the door next to her to open, let alone show the person she least wanted to see, in the glory of her beauty. But this is precisely what happens.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Mistake me, Soyeon," she rolls her eyes.

"I never understood that expression," Soyeon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. She would not miss such a tempting opportunity for teasing. "How can I mistake someone?"

"Do I look like an English teacher or what?"

"Should I be honest?"

Yuqi grits her teeth, "Are you going to stay in the bathroom forever or what?!"

"Are you going to stay in a toxic relationship forever or what?"

Yes, because there is no other way to call the relationship between those two. There's a lot more involved there, Soyeon can imagine, but the simplified form is that Yuqi is bossy and Yukhei is cowardly.

"You have nothing to do with this!" Yuqi accuses, even more irritated that Soyeon has overheard everything.

"Just like you have nothing to do with my sex life, but that still doesn't stop you from talking about it with people."

"How did you- I- Oh, you know what? I really did! I told you because you keep going around doing what you want with no regard for anyone but yourself! No scruples!"

"That doesn't concern you at all, you know," if Soyeon is smiling, it's because she's enjoying every second of Song Yuqi moving wildly from one subject to another. She doesn't even understand this discussion, but she wants to see where it goes. "I'm free, completely free and completely single, almost like how you just got. What else do you want me to tell you? Your specimen boyfriend just gave you the freedom to do whatever the fuck you want, stop being on top of other people's lives and act on yours! Make a selfish madness, live a little! Maybe then the focus of your existence will turn to yourself."

A tense breath later and the most unexpected thing happens: Yuqi's lips press against hers in a hot, hurried kiss. The Chinese girl's pressure makes them enter the bathroom and Yuqi pushes the door closed while Soyeon accepts the contact by putting her arms around Yuqi's shoulders and holding her close so as not to break the action. But it gets broken anyway for just a second that Yuqi uses to look at the panting, red-faced girl in front of her, then goes back to kissing her with the same energy and lets her hands run loosely over her body.

If the brunette is sincere, and she never will be because this is a confession she wouldn't share even under threat, kissing Soyeon is something she's been wanting to do for a long time.

What was it that fell to the ground? Heavens, Soyeon's jacket, followed by Yuqi's shirt, and then the rapper's shorts and her blouse, Yuqi's skirt going down in a matter of seconds.

There's a suffocating heat between them and it's stupidly unbelievable how desperately their loins yearn for what's next. The permission comes as a gesture, when Soyeon puts one of her legs on top of the toilet lid, and so Yuqi's hand stops squeezing her waist to go down and explore the inside of the white panties that are useless there, surprising herself (or not so much, because there is no ego bigger than hers) by finding the grey-haired girl's soft skin wetter than ever, practically asking her to invade her and make her call out her name.

With the first moan, Soyeon knows she won't be getting in Yeoreum's car. Not today, not ever.

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[writemekpop]

Lipstick On Your Collar (Part 3) | Nakamoto Yuta

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader & Wong Yukhei (Lucas) x Reader 

Summary: All actions have consequences. Fucking Lucas to spite your cheating husband Yuta definitely has a few. Two wrongs don’t make a right - or do they?

Genre: Husband!Yuta, Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Infidelity, Sexual Content, Body Image

Gif: @scorpioszn​

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ⭐ | Part 4

“So…” Lucas began. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?”

You almost rolled your eyes at his cheesy pick-up line.

But Lucas was handsome in a way that young men no longer were. And you couldn’t ignore the way his biceps bulged through his crisp white shirt.  

“My husband doesn’t want to fuck me anymore,” you said, matter-of-factly.

Lucas blinked twice.

Then, he shrugged his shoulders and gestured for two more drinks. “Sucks to be him, I guess,” he said, flashing you a grin that made your knees weak.

You admired Lucas over the rim of your martini glass. The firm set of his jaw, the cherry plumpness of his lips, the length of his toned legs… You felt a flutter inside that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Lucas placed his hand on top of yours.

You watched your hand become engulfed under his large one. Lucas made you feel small, dainty. You liked that feeling.

Lucas’s voice was low. “There’s a hotel down the road. How about we spend the night there? Together.”

You were scared. Of saying yes. Of saying no. Of saying yes then realising that you should have said no. Of being naked in front of another man when your body sometimes made you feel like weeping.

You decided on yes in the end.

You watched Lucas’s dark eyes light up. You let him guide you outside with his hand on the small of your back.

Before you made it far down the street, Lucas led you into an alleyway. He gently pushed you till your back was flush against the wall.

Lucas knelt down to the ground and hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder. Then he plunged himself between your legs and kissed you in a way that made you see stars.

The bricks dug their jealous fingers into your back, but you didn’t care; you couldn’t even think straight.

You were still trembling when Lucas booked a hotel room and pulled you inside it.

Lucas had had other affairs. You could tell, from way he cupped his hand round the back of your neck when he kissed you, from the way his caramel eyes glossed over your wedding ring like it was nothing. You were relieved. You didn’t want this to mean more than you intended.

Lucas laid you down onto the bed. You put your hands round his neck and felt the muscles under the skin.

Lucas wanted to make you feel good. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had done that.

His own hands were slowly moving down your side, across your ribs, over your tummy.

Your body felt as if it were swaying back and forth with the movement of his large fingers, in you, around you, all over you.

Lucas moved between your legs. He opened you gently and pushed himself inside. You watched him as he rolled forwards onto his arms until you were full of him.

He said, “God, you’re so tight,” and you blushed.

He asked why you were embarrassed, but you couldn’t tell him.

You couldn’t tell him that giving birth to three children made you worry about this kind of thing. So you just squeezed his shoulders, silently saying keep going.

He began to move faster, and his eyes narrowed with pleasure and finally closed. You closed your eyes too and held onto his arms, letting yourself be rocked back and forth.

When Lucas finally opened his eyes, he was breathing heavily and smiling.

You smiled back at him.

Lucas lowered himself to your side and pulled your head onto his shoulder. You could see the tiny beads of sweat form a line down the centre of his honey chest. You could hear his heart beating as he drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, Lucas’s arm around your waist felt like a cage. You had to get out of there: back to your husband and your children, your home.

So, for the second time that night, you slipped out of a bed where a sleeping man lay blissfully unaware of your actions.

----

Soon, you were kneeling on the leather backseat of a taxi, your heels dangling in your hands.

You lifted a curl of your hair and sniffed it. Your nose wrinkled. Lucas’s flashy cologne, the sour twist of alcohol, the grime of what you’d done – they were unmistakeable. You knew you should feel dirty inside, too.

But you didn’t.

All you could feel was an overwhelming rush of relief. It was as if the fist clenched around your throat had finally loosened.

You felt the ghost of Lucas’s strong grasp, his lips at your neck. He made you feel like someone worth touching. Almost… beautiful.

But that was all. A whisper slipped from your lips, “I love Yuta.”

The taxi driver turned. “Did you say something, miss?”

You grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”  

And you realised you meant it: you did still love your husband. The score was even. He took something from you, and now you’d done the same.

As the growl of the engine stilled, your heart hardened.

Yuta would never know about tonight. In return for this little white lie, he’d get a wife who loved him, touched him, was a better mother to your children. That wasn’t a hard price to pay, right?

---

After the taxi dropped you home, you fumbled for your keys, but your bag was empty. You gulped. How were you going to get in without being seen?

You noticed the study window hanging open. Swallowing your last shreds of dignity, you hitched one foot onto the sill and hoisted your torso half inside the house.

A pen fell off your son’s desk and clattered to the floor. You flinched, waiting for the shout of discovery.

But it never came.

Sighing, you pushed through the rest of the way, and landed in a heap on the floor.

As you crept up the stairs and slipped into the shower, you expected to be caught. But by some miracle, the family stayed silent in their beds.

When you were ready, you eased open the door to Yuta’s bedroom - your bedroom. A tray of tea teetered on your forearm.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you called.

The sight of Yuta sent warmth washing through you. Your heart clenched as you remembered you used to do this every morning.

Yuta groaned and rolled over… Then you saw his muscled body tense. He rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up.

When he saw you staring, he pulled the duvet over his naked torso, cheeks reddening. You averted your gaze as you placed the tray down. What had you two become?

“Y-you made me tea?”

You smiled. “Well, it’s not like you’re going to make it, are you?”

Yuta’s face fell. “Oh… sorry.”

You shook your head. It was a joke; clearly you weren’t ready for those yet. You walked around the bed and wrapped your arms around Yuta’s muscled shoulders.

“How come you’re-” Yuta began, but you silenced him by touching your lips to his.

You felt him freeze, then slowly melt into your second first-kiss.

As you deepened the kiss, your fingers remembered his smooth neck, his shoulders, the mole on his arm.

You waited to feel a convulsion of disgust, for your chest to collapse in once more. But, same as Paris all those years ago, everything about him was sweet to you.

As your lips tilted onto Yuta’s, it felt like coming home.

Just then, his fingers clamped around your shoulders. “What’s that?”

Fear spiked down your spine.

You followed his gaze… to your chest. A red-tinged bruise squatted on the swell of your right breast.

The hickey was fresh. And definitely not made by your husband. You felt, rather than saw Yuta’s stare rise up to your face.

“Does this mean what I think it means?”

As you met Yuta’s eyes, you just shrugged and smiled. You owed him nothing.

“Y/n… don’t mess with me. What the fuck is going on?” Yuta’s grip on your shoulder tightened till it hurt. Your whole body tensed.

You shook him off. “Here, you haven’t even touched your tea.”  

Then you turned and picked up the mug. But it was the worst thing you could possibly have done.

Because Yuta, eyes red and glassy, slapped the mug from your hand. It crashed into the wall beside you, splashing boiling tea everywhere.

You gulped and edged away.

Yuta’s voice was steely. “Y/n, you have three seconds to explain what’s going on. Three, two-”

“Wait!”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 ⭐ | Part 4

[tyongvc]

[!] dom!yukhei x sub!reader ; fingering ; there isn’t much happening here, i just got tired while writing so i’ll post a part two tomorrow or sum idk ffjdjgj || wc ; 0,5 & not requested // happy yukhei day !!

[long night ;; w.yh] yukhei never had been the jealous type. however, he always got mad that some of his colleagues would flirt around with you – they never were ashamed to make you feel all flustered and shy because of their comments. the young male would always take you out on the company’s parties and show you off.

he loved you so much and loved to make you feel like the most precious person in the world.

“go get your stuff. we’re going home.”

yukhei’s voice was strict and serious – he wasn’t playing around. you gulped as you nodded, his persona was making you feel so small next to him. yukhei grabbed your hand and escorted you out of the salon to his car.

during the whole ride home, yukhei didn’t talk a little to you. the only word he said was a simple “no” when you asked him if he drank anything.

“i know i shouldn’t be mad for… them flirting with you. but i can’t help myself, y/n. i’m just so mad”, he exclaimed when you two arrived at home. the way he was pulling his tie off his neck so aggressively made your core twitch when you watched him slowly take off his shirt. he sat down on the couch, going through his hair and closing his eyes to calm down. yukhei tried breathing in and out slowly, but nothing was helping.

“i know that this absolutely isn’t the right time, xuxi, but you just…”, you couldn’t finish your sentence and just sat down on his lap, putting your hands on his cheeks.

“i what, baby?”, he questioned you, making you shiver because of his suddenly so deep voice. he put his arms around your waist to have you closer to himself.

“you just look so good right now”, you murmured, he made you feel so little next to him. “i can’t stop thinking about last night. and this morning”

yukhei laughed lightly when you said that last sentence. he put one hand on your cheek, slowly caressing over the skin with his thumb.

“tell me, how do you want me?”, he asked you without hesitation, the finger that had been caressing your cheek slowly went down to your shoulder and pulled your top down.

you were lucky that he still was so nice to let you decide over how you could have him. however, you were sure that there was something he was planning, so you tried not getting too excited. “your finger, xuxi. i need your fingers, please”, you whined out when he slipped his finger into your core by pushing your panties aside.

“shh, calm down baby, i got you”, he whispered when you couldn’t stop moaning as his finger moved quicker and finally added another one to increase your pleasure. he leaned down as he started sucking on your nipples, your eyes closed at his actions and you couldn’t stop letting out those beautiful sounds he just loved so much.

when he pulled his fingers out, you let out a loud whimper as you clenched around nothing. you were so close to finally reach your high but yukhei loved teasing you. so, he had decided on edging you.

“babe, you didn’t think i’d make it this easy for you, did you?”, he laughed, slowly getting up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. “babe, you’re in for another very long night. don’t get your hopes up, i won’t be going easy on you.”

[cinanamon]

oblivion — wyk

pairing | yukhei x reader

genre | angst, tweaked myth!au, nymph!au, hunter!au, orion!au, unrequited love!au, falling out of love!au

word count | 3.5K

synopsis | You weren’t bitter when he left you for her; you just wanted him to listen to reason when it came to the repercussions of falling for her. Inspired by song by Bastille.

warnings | character death

There was a rustle in the undergrowth near where you were lounging against an overarching tree. Before you could even react, a familiar head of brown hair emerged followed by the muscular frame of the friendly giant.

You let go of the tension in your shoulders and leaned back again, a smile naturally crossing your face. “Yukhei, it’s so nice to see you.”

Yukhei was a hunter who had stumbled into your clearing while chasing a deer years ago, but had ended up staying and befriending you. Over the years, the line between friendship and lovers had blurred. He still came and went as he pleased, though upon his lips were words of promise, and his smiles were only ever genuine. He was easy to believe in.

He raised his head and made eye contact with you, a bright grin spreading across his face. “(Y/n)! I didn’t think you’d be here before me.”

“You’re almost always late, why wouldn’t I be?” You couldn’t help rolling your eyes playfully as you scooted over so he could make his way over and fill the spot beside you. He shrugged a little sheepishly.

“I don’t know the forest as well as you; maybe I get a little lost.”

“You can always call for me,” you looked at him with a friendly smile but you wouldn’t deny the light dusting of pink that laid upon your cheeks. “I can always lead you around if you need it.”

Yukhei chuckled lightly, one that rumbled in his chest as he pressed his face into the side of your neck, causing your hair to tangle. “That’s very kind of you; I would love to take you hunting with me.”

You slightly grimaced at that but managed to mask it easily as he moved his head away again. “Maybe not hunting, but sightseeing would be splendid.” He nodded his head, like he remembered that you were technically a part of nature too, so of course you wouldn’t be happy about him taking away from it.

“Tell me,” he mused, turning slightly so his shoulder leaned against the trunk of the tree—your tree. “Doesn’t the goddess of these woods hunt too? Does that not pain you?”

You had learned long ago that his questions meant no harm; he was a curious being, and you were more than happy to answer all his concerns. “She does, but she doesn’t kill to kill; she kills to give back, to honor. It’s like a rebirth; she doesn’t kill for sport, but to sustain the rest of the life here.”

Yukhei nodded his head and looked past you at the stream passing by your grove, offering a sense of tranquility. “I see. If I were to kill to sustain myself and others around me, do you believe she’d let me hunt here too?”

You blinked. You had never entertained the idea of another hunting in your sacred woods, another being who would take away from the surrounding life. You hesitated, but gazed at him thoughtfully. “Possibly; no one has before, but if you hunt respectfully, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Of course, make sure you thank the animal for its death, and then Artemis for her generosity—”

“Of course, of course; I wouldn’t dream of not giving thanks!” Yukhei laughed almost too loud, and you could see a renewed excitement bubbling inside of him from the prospect of hunting in your woods. You were overjoyed over the thought of him being with you more, but it made you uneasy to think he’d practice his hobby in your home.

“Make sure not to shoot anything but the animal, Yukhei. You can’t hit the trees or any other source of life.”

He sensed your nervousness in the way you bit your lip, and he brought a hand up to caress your jaw, his lips finding your cheek in a soft greeting before he pulled away. “Don’t worry, love. I’m not here to ruin. I’ll be back tomorrow with my bow, alright? I’ll get to see you more.”

You managed a small smile, seeing that he was able to curb your unease for a little while at least. “Alright; I’ll be waiting on the outskirts for you!”

Yukhei kissed you one last time before he stood and left the forest grove, right as dusk fell upon your forms.

- - -

Yukhei came back early the next morning, just as dawn broke behind him, casting him in shadow and golden light. You were where you promised, waiting patiently by the edges of grove and he broke into a pleased expression as he drew you into a comforting hug.

After quick exchanges, he followed you back to the stream and across to the other side, where the trees were slightly sparser. “Remember, Yukhei: only shoot what is necessary. You don’t need the largest elk if the smallest will make due.”

And you knew Yukhei; the look on his face was gentle as he nodded. He was not the type to grow arrogant nor cross, he followed directions and only meant well in all he did. Maybe that is why you were willing to let him try and hunt in your woods.

“I know, (y/n). I promise I will only do as necessary.” And with your short nod of approval, he took a quiet step forward into the new terrain. You both seemed to hold your breath as he drew out his longbow; a delicately carved and beautiful crafted piece of wood.

He crouched and minutes passed in still silence as you two waited for any animal to cross his path. It took almost an hour before a poor deer stepped forward from behind underbrush a few yards away. You tried to steel yourself as he loaded his bow and aimed his arrow. Time froze in that moment as you waited for the final blow that would kill. He let the arrow go and it shot in a clean, straight line, piercing the young mammal’s side and causing it to fall on its side.

Yukhei put back the bow and quickly motioned for you to follow him forward to his catch, and you let your feet carry you in a daze. He kneeled beside the fallen animal and brushed its pelt in a sense of amazement. He jumped slightly as he quickly brought his palms together and you heard him murmur a prayer of thanks to the deer and Artemis but your mind could not process any actual words uttered. Your gaze was trained on the arrow in the animal’s side and how Yukhei gently pulled the weapon out of the clean wound.

“Who is that?”

You finally managed to lift your head to meet Yukhei’s quizzical look before you before following his gaze towards the back of the woods, where the deer had arrived from. In between two grand trees was a tall, beautiful woman with a dark braid and a golden bow in her hands; she herself seemed to be glowing, or at least radiating a powerful aura.

You could barely hear yourself as you met her strong judging yet curious stare. “Artemis. That’s our patron goddess.”

Yukhei’s eyes widened but he couldn’t tear them away from her as the goddess lowered her gaze to Yukhei and his catch below him. Was she angry over him hunting? Yukhei seemed to have the same concern as he audibly gulped. Before he could even spout some unheard apology, Artemis turned her head and began to walk away, disappearing among the underbrush again. You felt air enter your lungs again as you looked down at Yukhei. He sighed in relief too, an unspoken laugh shared between you two as he went to pick up the deer. “I need to get this back to my camp. Could you help me carry it?”

The nausea returned and you tried for an apologetic smile as you leaned against a neighboring tree. “I don’t think I can watch you hunt; i’m sorry, but I think I’m just going to go back to my grove.”

He nodded instantly. “Of course. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll meet you there after I’m done.”

You smile and take a step forward, sure to not look at the fallen animal as you place a hand on his shoulder and brush your lips over his. “I’ll be waiting.”

The walk back was quiet and already your discomfort had waned; most likely because you were out of view of the life you had let him take. You reminded yourself that Artemis had let him, but that didn’t make you feel any better personally. You would just have to wait for him to hunt before he could come sit with you under your tree again; the thought alone made happiness return to your visage.

You waited longer than you thought you would’ve had to for him; another hour or two before he came from between the trees, a grin on his face. You raised a brow in curiosity. “What are you so happy about?”

He shaked his head and seated himself beside you, leaning into your side. “Artemis asked me to hunt with her.”

Your head snapped to face him and you could only stare at him in shock. “You talked to her?”

“Yes! She seemed impressed by my skills and seemed glad that I’m respectful—oh my gods, (y/n), I can't believe it!”

“I can’t believe it either!” You tried to smile at him. This was an amazing opportunity, wasn’t it? “How long will you be gone hunting with her?”

He didn’t seem too concerned, cocking his head slightly as he shrugged. “A few hours a day, maybe? Maybe even at night? I don’t know, I’m just going to come more often!”

“You’ll spend that extra time with me though, right?” You try and laugh, a soft but hesitant sound passing between your lips.

His excited features softened as he cupped your face and nuzzled your noses. “Of course I will; I come here for you, don’t I?”

That calmed you down; he always seemed able to do that. You covered his hands with yours as a smile naturally crossed your mouth. “Indeed you do. Well I hope you enjoy yourself; just make sure to always come back to me, yeah?”

He smiled a wide, lovesick smile that crinkled his eyes as he moved forward to press a peck to the tip of your nose. “Always.”

And he stayed the night there beside you, curled around each other like proper lovers, a shared caress of trust woven between your figures.

- - -

You probably should have expected it, or already did and just didn’t want to admit it when Yukhei’s object of affection shifted. It started in his eyes, how they would become unfocused while you talked, how the wonder trapped inside had broken through and dispersed when it came to you. Then it was his lips; his genuine smiles weren’t as bright, didn’t hold the same lovesick essence to them. His kisses grew progressively less heartfelt, less enthusiastic until they stopped altogether.

You watched as Yukhei switched from the kind, curious boy who loved you to a confident young man. But you couldn’t hold him responsible for him falling out of love with you; he probably didn’t even realize. He was an oblivious mortal, and you’d rather suffer in silence then ruin his shelter in you, no matter how painful it was.

One thing that hasn’t changed in him was his ambition; it’s the one thing you wished he lost. For now that you weren’t his conscious object of affection, someone else was.

Yukhei had fallen in love with Artemis.

You noticed it when he would come back terribly late in the day when he had left early, seemingly forgetting about you and his promise. You would forgive him too easily, for you were just relieved to see him; maybe him falling off the path was partially your own fault. That’s when he would sit you down and tell you excitedly about his adventures hunting with the goddess. Maybe that was your first clue to learning that it had become more than platonic for your lover. He talked of her in an infatuated, enamored state, his image of her romanticized to the point where you would grow uneasy and gather him in your arms just to get him to see you again, shower him in your loving words and kisses. He would come back to you for that short period of time but yet again fall to her charms when he left at dawn.

When you realized the shift, you were filled with dread, not just in a personal sense. To fall for her was a death sentence for him; she was a maiden goddess, and love was off the table in terms of her affairs. Yet you knew Yukhei would never hear or listen to reason; his obliviousness would be his downfall, no matter how good his intentions.

It was all you could think about.

It’s why you only absentmindedly brushed your fingers through his hair, his head rested on your lap while he gushed about his day spent with the goddess; you barely heard any word he said.

“She’s so still when she shoots; like a statue. She stops breathing, I swear, and how does she always shoot straight? It shouldn’t be possible to be so perfect.”

“She’s a goddess, Yukhei; that’s what she is.” You responded in a soft yet dull tone, ignoring how his hands move as he talked, only glancing to meet his eyes briefly. You hadn’t been able to look him in the eyes recently.

“Perfect? That’s not fair. I want to be like her and I can’t become a god, so—“ He finally dropped his hands and sighed dreamily. “I love her so much.”

Your hand freezed in his locks. You blinked a couple times to try and gather your bearings, feeling a wrench in your chest as you think over his words again. “Yukhei, you—“

“I love her,” he sat up before you can try and talk sense into him, and the smile on his face was a lamentable echo of his old grins towards you; the look is his eyes was far away and you were afraid you had already lost him. “I’m going to tell her.”

“That’s not wise, Yukhei, you can’t.” You sat up and placed a hand on his shoulder, finally meeting and searching his gaze. “She’s a maiden goddess. You can’t love her.”

“But I do. How can I fight Eros’ arrow?” He questioned, pulling away from your grip. He began to gather his belongings, as if he was already going to go tell her. A panic set itself deep in your bones.

“Wait, Yukhei,” you pleaded, rushing to place another hand over his, stopping him from placing anything else inside his bag. “At least wait for morning, please. Could you give me that?”

He looked at you and it felt like the first time he’d really seen you that whole night. He shifted his gaze to the item in his hand and sighed softly, nodding and placing his bag back down. He barely muttered anything else, and you hesitantly reached out and brushed your hand over his, waiting for him to close his fingers around yours. He met your eyes softly and your breath hitched as you slowly pulled him back to your spot under your tree, easing him back against your side, molding his body around yours.

You held him like he was still your lover, took care of him as if he was still a young child, and yet saw him like he was worlds apart and fated to never crash into you again.

- - -

When you awoke the next morning, Yukhei was already gone. The dread and fear from the night before came back tenfold and you scrambled up from where you were sleeping, his warmth still lingering on the expanse of your skin.

You hurried out of your grove, worriedly looking around the clearing and between trees. He couldn’t have gotten too far, for the sun had only just risen, cloaking you in its golden rays and lighting the ground beneath your feet. It acted as your guide as it shone a path upon the undergrowth which you readily followed until you ended at a stream; across from the very area Yukhei had killed his first deer.

Before you could walk out to examine the area for traces of your beloved mortal, you caught sight of two figures stepping out from between the trees ahead of you. You quickly hid behind the trunk closest to you and peeked around it; the unease from earlier bubbling in your chest again.

Artemis seemed to be speaking to him, who was nodding in agreement as she kneeled by the stream. She washed her face with the flowing water before standing when Yukhei hesitated. They exchanged words that you strained your words to hear, becoming more desperate when you watched Yukhei grasp her hand and that same lovesick expression crossed his face.

All your senses screamed as you could only helplessly watch Artemis’ expression turn stormy and she yanked her hand away from his. Her tone grew in volume and ferocity but still you could not understand any word spoken. Yukhei’s face fell and turned uneasy and almost-horrified as she gestured towards the other side of the forest, across the stream.

Yukhei had gathered his bow in a rush as he scrambled up and through the stream, splashing the water in his haste and disappearing among the evergreens. You looked on in a state of shock as your goddess angrily turned on her heel and ran a hand through her hair.

And then she drew her bow.

You felt a scream lodge it’s way in your throat, horror dancing in your eyes and disbelief seizing your limbs. You wanted to beg her to stop, you wanted to warn Yukhei of his fate, but only managed to continue staring as the beautiful immortal fitted an arrow into her bow, slowly lifting it and drawing it back.

Finally, your legs had kicked into action. You seemed to shock the goddess because for a second, her bow lowered and her eyes widened, head turned to watch you shoot past her, your feet padding through the stream in quick, measured steps before they met solid ground again. From there, your damp feet collected dirt, dust, and undergrowth, progressively becoming dirty and painful to set upon but you kept running until your lungs screamed and your lifeforce begged to return to your tree.

But you didn’t even think of slowing until Yukhei came into view, his fleeing form solidifying around the edges. The heaviness in your heart lifted just a little and you frantically called out to him, a sense of urgent fear and relief flooding your system.

And when he turned, that feeling exploded like a dam. You wanted to cry and laugh, push him forward to keep running at the view of his messy hair and wild eyes, chest heaving and yet so beautifully radiant and young. Your heard your name forming on the edge of his voice, a soft exhale of the first syllable.

Before you could decide on an action to perform, anything to connect yourself to your old lover, an arrow whizzed past your side and struck him through his exposed chest; it struck his heart.

Your faint traces of a smile slipped off your face as you watched him fall; his eyes instantly glassy and face locked in an expression of soft surprise, his body slumping and head lolling, landing with a soft thud upon the earth.

You didn't even notice your knees give out, or the sob that ripped itself from your throat as you reached out and grazed the slowly-coldening skin of his cheek. You whipped your head back the way you came and there, all the way back by the river, past each tree and obstacle you had maneuvered around, was Artemis, and she met your tearful eyes. Her own gaze was guarded, angry, and yet remorseful; she had lost her friend, but fulfilled what she thought justified. She leveled her gaze for a second longer before she turned and passed through the forest brush, gone from view.

You faced Yukhei once more and tried to blink away all your tears; you didn’t want your vision to be obscured of him for even a second. The hunter had become the hunted; he had been taken from you.

You had stayed and cried beside the fallen hunter for days and finally your patron goddess had taken pity on you and allowed the earth to retake his body, dissolving it into the ground to be reborn as a grand tree.

But it was not enough for you; you never went back to your own tree, causing you to slowly lose your strength and lifeforce until you took your last breath lying beside Yukhei’s evergreen.

Your body was retaken by the earth and, finally, like you had wished for since he was killed, you were reunited with Yukhei as lovers in death.

[kjmsupremacist]

Studies - a Yukhei x Reader fic (complete ✅)

When the reader has an encounter with Lucas in the parking lot, it’s far from a meet-cute. And yet… she can’t stay mad at him for long, especially not when Mark is pulling the strings.

genre: fluff, humor, slice of life

rating: Teen & Up (profanity)

no warnings ^^

Part 1

Part 2

cross-posted on ao3 & aff!

[princess-from-another-galaxy]

what do you think about fic writers and just nct content writers in general being ot22 and excluding lucas? i tried telling one blog that lucas was innocent and there's proof and then their anons started ganging up on me and one said "i live in a fantasy"

I've always been a big supporter of fic writers being able to write whatever they want. Freedom of speech is a right.

But freedom of speech isn't freedom of the consequences of what they say. Or write in this case.

They are free to write their ot22 content and we are free to call them out on how disrespectful and insulting it is... 🤷