#yuta ff

[viasdreams]

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

coming to a realization while dating yuta

⋆ read pt.2 here !!

a/n: stream depth dafuq !!

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[zeroseuniverse]

NCT 127 – When You Tell Them to Sit Down After They Say They Can’t Stand You

Johnny

Immediately bursts out laughing. "Okay, that was a good one." He’ll actually sit down, leaning back dramatically like, "Well, I guess I have no choice now."

Taeyong

Blinks at you in shock. He wasn’t actually mad, but your response completely throws him off. After a moment, he just sighs and obeys, mumbling, "Fine. But only because that was funny."

Yuta

Smirks instantly. "Damn, alright." He loves a clever comeback, so now he’s extra amused. He’ll definitely test you more often just to see what other things you come up with.

Doyoung

He stops mid-sentence, staring at you like, "Did you just…?" Then he sighs so dramatically. "I hate that that was actually funny." He sits down, but he’s shaking his head the whole time like he’s fake disappointed in himself for laughing.

Jaehyun

Gives you that look—the one where he’s clearly impressed but trying not to show it. He sits down without a word, resting his chin on his hand like, "Okay, continue. I’m listening now."

Jungwoo

Gasps. Then immediately sits down like, "Fair. That was fair." He’s grinning the whole time, though, and now he’s just waiting to see what else you’ll say.

Mark

Mans is flabbergasted cause like when did you become bold? But honestly he is secretly super proud of the witt! He sits back down without a word because you left him totally speechless. However it won't last for long just know he's gonna have a better comeback just wait for him to stop buffering

Haechan

Throws his hands up like, "Okay, okay, damn." He sits down but fake sulks about it for at least five minutes. Eventually, he just grins and goes, "That was actually kinda good, I’ll give it to you."

[anniebeckcalla]

tiramisu and coffee .fic recommendations by calla

nothing left to read? these works will have you hooked for hours!

wanted: dead or alive @lisired (+18)

pairing: johnny suh x reader, nakamoto yuta x reader, lee haechan x reader (not all in one go ofc, in the separate stories)

genre: fluff, angst, smut

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: three individual stories written about johnny, yuta, and haechan.

forever yours @lisired (+18)

pairing: lee haechan x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: y/n, her bf, haechan, and their friends on a camping trip to the infamous chimera forest. what could possibly go wrong?

fire and brimstone (and you're a moth made of gasoline) @hannie-dul-set (+18)

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: comedy, drama, criminal au, enemies to lovers

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: after graduating from law school, you find yourself in the very place you were against- a dodgy law firm. what's worse, na jaemin works there, too.

who is it? @kongjjen (+18)

pairing: lee haechan x reader

genre: slow burn, smut, angst

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: haechan's intricate plan he'd woven when marrying you untangles...

us, nearly @neonc1tylights

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: angst, slow burn

rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

description: being a kpop idol is easy...or is it? as if the pain of the industry isn't bad enough, you're in love with your co-worker, mark lee.

if you are one of the authors of these works and don't want them included in my recommendations, please let me know.

[zeroses-world]

Case File: Simon Says

Reactions for NCT 127

I Can’t Stand You They Catch You Writing Fanfic Peppering Their Face With Kisses When their partner is similar to another member when you try to sleep of the couch when you use their soap/cologne with a clingy S/O When you get jealous/protective when you have a badass role in a drama favorite pictures together When you get hurt when you wear their clothes picking up their habits falling for a single mom when you have a sexy comeback supporting you during a performance biasing another member making 127's hearts melt jealous of you spending time with another member

[bad-euphoria]

THE TIMEWALK, EPISODE 1 | Can't Help Myself ↳ -`♡´- requested by @nineazaleas ! -`♡´-

[atinyjules]

Set Me Off ft. Nakamoto Yuta

A/n: Valentines Day special again 🥹😭♥️ Beware though, it's a little steamy and suggestive, but it's nothing too crazy.

Here it iss

Genre: Romance, suggestive

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x fem oc

Warnings: Suggestive, steamy

The room was suffocating, thick with heat, tension crackling like a live wire between you and Yuta. Neither of you was willing to back down, both too stubborn, too fiery, too damn prideful to let this argument g

"You never listen to me," Yuta snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His voice was rough, sharp enough to cut.

"You’re seriously saying that to me?" you shot back, arms crossed tightly. "Because all I ever do is listen to your bullshit while you act like you know everything!"

His jaw ticked, his dark eyes burning into yours. "Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn difficult all the time, we wouldn’t be standing here right now."

You let out a short, bitter laugh. "Difficult? You act like you’re not just as bad!" You stepped closer, poking a finger against his chest. "You’re so used to people agreeing with you that the second someone doesn’t, you lose your mind."

Yuta scoffed, gripping your wrist before you could poke him again. "You don’t just disagree—you push and push until I can’t even think straight!"

"Good."

His grip tightened just slightly, his breath coming faster. His fingers were warm against your skin, firm, possessive. "You love this, don’t you?" His voice dropped, turning dangerously soft. "You love fighting with me."

"You’re the one who starts it every time," you countered, refusing to let your voice waver.

He huffed out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. "Because you never let shit go."

"Neither do you!" you shot back, stepping in until there was barely an inch between you.

His eyes flickered down to your lips. "Because you make me insane."

"Right back at you," you murmured.

A heavy silence fell. His breathing was ragged, yours wasn’t any better. The anger between you shifted, morphing into something just as volatile but far more dangerous.

Yuta’s fingers brushed along your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. "I should walk away." he murmured, voice low, rough.

"Then do it." You challenged.

He didn’t.

Instead, he cupped your cheeks as you grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down, crashing your lips to his.

The moment his mouth met yours, everything snapped. The frustration, the tension, the heat—it all spilt over, consuming you both. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, claiming you in a way that made your knees weak.

Yuta wasted no time. He pushed you back against the nearest surface, one hand braced against the wall beside your head while the other slid down to your thigh, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound like he couldn’t get enough.

"You’re such a pain in the ass," he muttered against your lips, biting down on your lower lip just enough to make you shiver.

"You love it," you shot back, tilting your head to give him better access as his lips traveled down to your jaw, then lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat.

Yuta smirked against your skin. "I really, really do."

His hands roamed lower, squeezing your thighs before lifting you effortlessly, pinning you between his body and the wall. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, legs tightening around his waist. You could feel how hard he was against you, and the realization made you dizzy.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. "What happened to all that attitude, hmm?"

"Shut up," you whispered, rolling your hips against him just to wipe that smug grin off his face.

It worked.

Yuta let out a low curse, head dropping to rest against your shoulder as his grip on you tightened. "You’re gonna regret that," he growled before pulling back, eyes dark with pure, unfiltered hunger.

Your heart pounded. "Then do something about it."

A wicked smirk curled on his lips. "Oh, I will."

And he did.

That's it for this one!

I hope yall liked it 🥹🤍

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated ♥️✨️

[ivelleciel]

IRIS BENEATH THE SUN

Chapter One: Betrayal Genre: Mafia!Haechan, Mafia!NCT, Biker Haechan, Step on me Haechan, Haechan Dom

Pairings: Haechan x Reader (Iris)

Warning: Smut, Violence, Vulgar Language, Mention of blood, MDNI

Intro: Where a girl finds herself trapped within her brother's protection. One would find it a blessing but for Iris, it's suffocation- and she's someone who would often like the thought of being choked, but simply not like this. Raised within thick walls inside the perimeters of their mansion, She finds herself treasuring every opportunity she gets whenever she is given volunteer work for the people in need outside the city of glass she was born in. Fun and Exciting is how she always saw these trips, it was until darkened windows of SUVs blocked their way from going any further in the middle of the desert. It was the only land of nothing dividing the city and the suburbs and yet they were stopped by armed men, six- seven? she couldn't count as she was too in shock, scared even much more so when her side of the vehicle opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled her away from your handmaiden's side. "Giselle!" Iris cried and a bag was hovered over her head and the last thing she remembered was Giselle's screams, Men simultaneously giving orders to her bodyguards and a gun going off. Then there was black.

"Ha ha. So funny. What then? Bore myself to death by my room's window? waiting for prince charming to save me? No thank you. Give me twenty more of these tasks and consider me the happiest sister ever." Mumbling her last words as she fix her hair to a half-do with a claw clip. Iris saw Johnny's sad gaze through her mirror before he could mask it with a stoic smile. She sighed and faced her brother, leaning in to hug herself tight on his chest.

"Stop babying me.. It's only for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I heard there are many forest spiders in the village. Thousands." Johnny exaggerated, trying to coax her with her teasing by blabbering stupid things and then he sighed when Iris only hummed her soft chuckle, unconvinced. "... you're just the only family I have left."

"And so are you to me." Iris sighed, looking up to her brother with an exhausted expression. "But mom and dad would have wanted us to live life with more meaning than in fear.."

"I know.." Johnny sighed, tapping the cap Iris had on before marching to her room's door. "Well chop chop city girl. They're not gonna feed themselves." Chuckling as they make their way downstairs, Iris gave one last look at the frame by her bed. Her late mother, late father, Johnny and herself. Smiling by the lake that held many memories for her and Johnny, some of which they didn't know would end in a tragedy.

Iris saw Giselle, one of her many good friends, packing extra necessities for Iris and the trip. Back hugging the petite frame, Giselle squealed, too focused on her task in hand to even notice Iris before glaring at the girl. "Silly! What if I dropped your anxiety pills?" she heard Gigi clicked her tongue, Iris resumed with a bratty smile to where Yuta was by their white van. "Everything settled Yuta?" Yuta, clasped his armed weapon on his belt and smiled at Iris, an unspoken answer to which Iris nodded to before getting up inside the van. Settling on the middle seat, between the window spot and the collapsing chair, she earned a perfect view of Mark.

A container in one hand and the other with what looks like an ammunition box, being stored inside another case. "Put the Magazine under the compartment along with out other containers yeah?" Iris could hear him order Jeno in which the latter obeyed to. She couldn't help but gape at Mark and his focused stance. If Iris was a completely eye-roller at Johnny's protectiveness then with Mark it was all heart eyes and red cheeks. Who wouldn't if the male holds glory to the uniform Johnny assigned them to. Camo pants and Army green fitted shirt is one of the fun treats Iris would look forward to with these programs, along with the nurturing feeling of helping other people.

She heard a throat clearing beside her and Iris just continued gawking. "Can a man get any more handsome?" Iris sighed, pouting her lips when Mark left her view to head inside, presumably to bid farewell to Johnny and reassure him that He and Jaehyun would take good care of you and the task in hands. "I wouldn't know, I'm not the one drooling a pool over here." Iris bit her lips, side eyeing her friend with a snort. "Oh please, as if I don't notice how you look at Yuta?" Giselle smacked Iris arm for that playfully before scooting herself on the window seat. "House Rules. We can't date co workers, but nobody said that about drooling over them." Giselle tossed her hair to tease Iris before being silence by the large frame towering by the sliding door. "Everyone ready?" Johnny mused, eyeing all the equipments and bags in the back seat before giving one last stern look at Iris.

"You behave-" Iris groaned when she saw Yuta, Mark and Jeno exchange smiles behind. "I will! It's not like I won't come straight home. Please stop." Iris whined further before she let Johnny ruffle her hair, backing away from the door to close it himself. Yuta and Jeno positioned in their seats in front. She only got lucky twice that she get to have Mark accompany her in the van.

Two vehicles were to transmit from their mansion. One where Jaehyun and Mark would carry with weapons and their tents and boxes of goods, And one where she's on with Giselle, Yuta and Jeno. It was always four guards with too many weapons. Johnny sees it as not enough but Iris claimed it was more than enough given that it was only her in the vehicle and nothing really ever happened to her despite Johnny's protectiveness.

Somewhere along their trip, Iris was sitting comfy by the window of the collapsing chair with Giselle passed out and a pillow on her lap. She just woke up from her nap and noticed that they were far from near the town they were heading to and yet also too far from home. She checked back as she pushed an air bud in her ear, the van Mark and Jeno are in behind them with safe distance. She played a soft song, ready to day dream about Mark and what would it be like if he was in their van instead of Jeno- that is until she saw a motorcycle beaming his headlights, asking to pass through and overtake. A male in all black sits on the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Black skinny jeans, black boots, chains for necklace if she knew any better and a black shirt underneath his leather jacket.

His gloves switched the lever of his bike causing it to roar as he zooms pass them, earning a scoff at Yuta. "Cocky motherfucker." he muttered before she hears Jeno chuckle. She could have sworn that the rider could see her through their tinted glass, staring right back at her but that would be silly because again their vans were tinted, to its most darkest available shade at that. Shaking the silly thought away, she went back to staring out her window and enjoying the scenery as they drove through the desert.

"Target: Flower is in position. 800 meters away from the bullseye."

Static was heard from the other end before he heard the stern voice call back at him.

"We are ready to engage."

Haechan responded with a 'Copy.' before speeding away from the white vans. Certain that he was out of view, he parked behind a boulder , big enough to hide his motorcycle and himself as he positioned a chain of spikes across the road, plan B in place in case "Plan A: ambush" failed- to which it often doesn't, the cocky side of him crediting himself to the lack of mission failing when he's part of it. All he has to do now is wait and upon calculating he has enough time left for a quick smoke. Sitting his helmet on his bike and pulling out the Marlboro stick from his jacket's pocket he lit it up and waited as he leans on the boulder.

Puffing a few smoke, He heard screeches of tires and screams came after that.

Haechan made his way to the scene, stepping on Yuta's back as he tackled on the ground by Jaemin and Jeno wounded by Chenle on the leg.

"Boss said to spare them and just take the girl." Jaemin said as Renjun struggled to open the van's door. "She's won't let me open it-"

"Don't make another move!" Mark was able to free himself from Xiao Jun's grasp, wounded and bleeding on the side when Mark kicked him off but Mark was far from okay as well, with a gash on his lip and an open wound on his arm. Mark aimed the gun on his hand to Haechan, making the tanned skin male chuckle.

"You must be Mark." Mark unfazed by how Haechan knew he his name remained in position. "Don't worry. We won't hurt your princess, lover boy." Mark was then knocked out by Jaehyun from behind. One last look of betrayal from Mark and he was passed out on the ground.

Haechan nudged Renjun away and pulled the door open. Iris yelled and kicked when Renjun tried to manhandle her out to which he succeeded and Giselle screamed behind her before she was knocked out as well by a cloth to their mouths and nose.

Haechan watched as Iris gaze lands on his. Flicking the cigar away before leaning on her with a smirk. Her eyes beamed light brown as she tried to make out what Haechan looked like as he towers over her in front of the sun. 'Familiar' is what her last thoughts were before everything went black.

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[jasscheeks]

how they would…

send you gifts <3

pairings: megumi, itadori, and yuuta x f!reader

^^^ gege pls bring them back

warnings: she/her pronouns are used, yuji texts the wrong person, mentions of marriage

<- gojo, geto, and nanami ver.

thank you for reading!! please reblog!!

<- gojo, geto, nanami ver.

[florihaei]

what about seeing child hood bsf yuta for the first time in years after moving to the states

also could I be 🪷 anon if you do those ?

A FAMILIAR KIND OF FOREVER-YUTA ⋆୨୧˚

childhoodfriend yuta! x fem!reader ⋆୨୧ wc—1.3k ⋆୨୧˚. cw-everything is lowercase on purpose ⋆୨୧˚ an-hii loves im back!!, this is part one!!, i thought it was just going to be a oneshot but i got carried away!, divider credits too-@fairytopea

the scent of jet fuel lingered in the air as you stepped off the plane, your nerves buzzing with anticipation. after five years in the states, you were finally back in tokyo. everything looked the same, yet everything felt different. you couldn’t tell if it was the city that had changed or just you.

you pulled your suitcase through the terminal, your sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. the voices around you, the hum of announcements in japanese, the familiar ding of vending machines—it all rushed back in a flood of nostalgia. your stomach twisted with nerves as you approached the arrivals gate.

would he even recognize you? would you even recognize him?

yuta had been your best friend growing up. the boy who knew every one of your secrets, who raced you home from school and teased you about your obsession with american tv shows. he was your safe place when everything felt uncertain. but that was before you moved to california, before the late-night texts dwindled and the time zones stretched which made the connection thin.

you hadn’t seen him since the day you boarded that plane, five years ago.

“y/n?”

the sound of your name pulled you from your thoughts.

you turned, and there hewas.

yuta.

he was taller than you remembered, his hair dyed a soft chestnut brown that suited him more than it should. his sharp features were more defined, but his eyes… those were the same. warm, mischievous, and impossibly familiar.

for a moment, neither of you moved. then his lips curved into a smile, the same crooked grin you had missed more than you cared to admit.

“you’re really here,” he said, his voice softer than you had remembered.

“and you’re taller,” you shot back, your tone teasing though your heart pounded in your chest.

he laughed, the sound breaking the tension in the air. “five years, and that’s the first thing you say to me?”

you shrugged, trying to hide the lump in your throat. “you didn’t give me much warning.”

before you could say more, yuta closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping you in a hug so tight it stole your breath.

“i missed you, y/n,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

your arms found their way around him, and you squeezed back just as tightly. “i missed you too.”

memories and moments

the car ride to your family’s old neighborhood was filled with chatter. yuta had insisted on picking you up, despite your protests that you could take the train. he caught you up on everything you had missed both of your favorite ramen shop had closed, but there was a new place he swore was even better. he still played soccer, though now he was the team captain. his little sister had started high school and apparently had a crush on some guy yuta didn’t approve of.

it was like no time had passed, like you both had slipped back into the same rhythm you both always had.

but then there were the moments where the years felt impossible to ignore.

“do you still drink that gross canned coffee?”

yuta asked, glancing over at you as he stopped at a red light.

“of course i do,” you said. “why? are you still obsessed with melon soda?”

he grinned, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that made your chest tighten. “some things don’t change, huh?”

you didn’t have the heart to tell him that some things did. that you weren’t the same girl who used to sneak out to watch fireworks with him or get caught up in his endless schemes to skip cram school. you weren’t sure he was the same yuta, either.

still, as he pulled up in front of your family’s old house, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope.

“i’ll pick you up tomorrow,” he said, leaning against the car door.

“tomorrow?”

“yeah. you think I’m letting you spend your first weekend back without me?”

you laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you that you hadn’t felt in years. “fine. but you’re buying me coffee.”

“deal,” he said, his grin widening.

as you watched him drive away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between the two of you.

the next day, yuta had took you to all of your old haunts, the park where you used to play soccer, the arcade where he’d always win you stuffed animals, the rooftop of his apartment building where the both of you used to talk for hours about everything and nothing.

it was like stepping back in time.

but as the sun set and the city lights began to flicker on, something felt different. there was an unspoken tension in the air, a weight that neither of you guys seemed willing to acknowledge.

“do you remember that summer festival we went to?”yuta asked as you guys sat on the rooftop, the city stretching out before us.

“how could i forget? you got us lost for two hours trying to find the fireworks.”

he chuckled, but his gaze was distant. “that was the first time i realized i didn’t want to lose you.”

the words hung in the air between the both of you, heavy and unexpected.

i turned to him, my heart pounding. “yuta…”

“i’m serious, y/n,” he said, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his nerves. “when you left for the states, i thought… i thought maybe it was just a stupid crush. that I’d get over it. but i didn’t.”

i didn’t know what to say. the boy who’d been your best friend, the person you had always turned to, was looking at you with a vulnerability you had never seen before.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“because you were happy,” he said simply. “you had a new life, new friends… i didn’t want to make things harder for you.”

you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “yuta, i—”

but before you could finish, your phone buzzed.

you glanced at the screen and froze. it was a name you hadn’t expected to see, evan.

he was calling.

“who’s that?” yuta asked, his tone casual but his expression anything but.

i hesitated, unsure of what to say.

“a friend,” you said finally, though the word felt like a lie.

yuta didn’t press, but the moment was broken. the vulnerability, the unspoken feelings, everything you both had been on the verge of,it was gone.

that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your mind raced. seeing yuta again had stirred up feelings you didn’t know how to process. but then there was evan,the guy i’d been dating back in california, the one who didn’t know i was back in japan.

your heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions, and you didn’t know which way to go.

the next morning, you had found a note slipped under your door.

y/n,

i’m glad you’re back. but I need to know something. meet me at the rooftop tonight.

-yuta

you had folded the note carefully, your hands trembling.

as the day wore on, you couldn’t focus on anything else. when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, you made your way to yuta’s building, your heart pounding with every step.

he was waiting for you, leaning against the railing with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“i didn’t think you’d come,” he said, his voice soft.

“i wasn’t sure if I should,” you admitted.

yuta turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “do you want to go back to the states?”

the question caught you off guard. “what?”

“do you want to go back?” he repeated, his tone more urgent.

“i don’t know,” you said honestly. “i feel like i’m torn between two worlds. between two people.”

yuta took a step closer, his gaze intense. “then stay. stay here. with me.”

your breath caught in your throat, but before you could respond, the sound of your phone buzzing broke the silence.

you glanced at the screen. evan again.

yuta saw it too, his expression unreadable.

“y/n,” he said, his voice trembling, “you have to choose.”

and for the first time, you realized you didn’t know what you wanted.

nct 127 masterlist!| part 2!|read my other stories!

[sugaringsuh]

Hello lovelies!

I have both of these in the works at the moment, but am struggling to decide which to post first! So I figured, why not let the audience decide!

The will both be be posted eventually, so don’t worry about losing one forever if it doesn’t win cough modhaus cough

[viasdreams]

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖

nct 127 boyfriend texts !!

a/n: happy belated 127 day!! dont look at the header for too long plz😬

[zeroseuniverse]

NCT 127 When You Randomly Pepper Their Face with Kisses

Johnny

Loves it. He grins and goes, "Aww, do it again." He will not let you stop—if you try, he’ll literally tilt his head like, "Wait, you missed a spot." You’ve now started a game that he will win.

Taeyong

Immediate flustered mess. His ears turn so red, and he just blinks at you like you just short-circuited his brain. "W-Wait, why—what’s happening?" If you keep going, he will just melt.

Yuta

Loves it. He will not let you go. If you pepper his face with kisses, expect him to grab your face and return the favor tenfold. "Oh, we’re doing this? Bet." You’re not escaping now.

Doyoung

Freezes. His brain crashes. He’s not used to being ambushed like this, and it takes him a second to recover. Then, he tsks and rolls his eyes, but you can see his tiny smile. He’ll pretend to be annoyed, but later, he’ll randomly kiss your cheek when you least expect it.

Jaehyun

Laughs, so softly. He thinks it’s adorable. He just watches you with this fond look and then murmurs, "Again." He’s the type to let you do whatever you want, then suddenly return the favor when you’re least expecting it.

Jungwoo

Gasps like you just attacked him. Then giggles. He finds it hilarious but also so cute. If you keep going, he’ll just squish your cheeks and go, "You're the cutest thing ever, you know that?"

Mark

Panics. Immediately. "Oh—wait—HUH?!" His brain short-circuits, and he just sits there blinking like you just hacked his system. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so they just awkwardly hover before he finally covers his face, laughing. "Dude, you can’t just—warn me next time!" But the next time you do it, he’s already bracing himself with a shy little grin.

Haechan

Instant smug mode. "Aww, someone loves me." He leans way into it, closing his eyes dramatically like he’s basking in the affection. If you try to stop, he pouts and says, "More." You have created a monster.

[hyuckcicles]

nct messages | when you're jealous of one of the members

warning | sug (?)

ot7 127

a/n - haechan and mark are with dream for now on because it is equal :)

[heartshapedtrap]

oh brother gojo’s corpse is being weaponized as a tool… group suicide in ten minutes

[auskerry]

god bless gege for making yuta

[atinyjules]

Runaway ft. Nakamoto Yuta

A/n: Omg, I have always thought of this tbh. Yuta just seems like the guy you'd want to run away with like-😭

Here it iss

Genre: Elopement, Romance, angst

Pairings: Husband! Yuta x Named reader (fem oc)

Warning: elopement

Her parents despised him, and his parents despised him as well—and her too. They were in love and had been since high school.

To most people, he was the good-for-nothing rockstar. He played the guitar, had tattoos, had crazy, messy long hair, and dressed like a nightmare.

But to Seoa, he was the man who saw through her, who loved her as she was, and always made sure she knew just how much. He even called her Ai—Japanese for love—because she was the love of his life.

So when their parents disapproved of their marriage, Seoa became scared, sad, and angry. Yuta was angry. Really angry. But he controlled himself for Seoa.

That evening, he called her. His voice was steady, but she could hear the storm beneath it.

"Meet me at the station at midnight. Let’s leave this place, Ai. Let’s go somewhere they can’t reach us."

Her breath caught in her throat.

"Yuta…"

"I won’t force you," he said, softer this time. "It’s up to you. If you don’t come, I won’t be sad or angry. I’ll understand. But if you do… I swear, I’ll love you for the rest of my life."

The call ended.

Seoa stared at the clock. Midnight felt both too close and too far away.

Seoa sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers tracing the simple ring on her finger. Neither gold nor silver, it wasn’t much—but to her, it was everything. Yuta had slipped it onto her hand one quiet evening under the stars, promising that one day, once he saved up, he’d get her a big diamond ring.

"Something worthy of you, Ai."

But it didn’t matter. A ring wasn’t needed to prove his love for her. She had always known it. Felt it in the way he looked at her, touched her, spoke to her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Her thoughts drifted back to the call. His voice had been steady, but she knew him too well. Knew the way he forced himself to sound calm even when his heart was breaking.

"I won’t be sad or angry, Ai."

He would understand. He always did.

Her eyes burned as she recalled that disastrous dinner with their families. How her parents had spat cruel words, how his parents had dismissed her like she was unworthy. But Yuta… he never once fought back. Never raised his voice. He only sat there and took it.

For her.

"It’s okay," he had whispered later, holding her close as she trembled with rage. "I can take it. If it means being with you, I’ll take it."

Life meant Yuta.

No one else mattered. No home, no wealth, no approval from people who had never understood their love. As long as he was there, she would be content.

The clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight.

Her heart pounded, fear crawling up her spine. But fear couldn’t push her away from who she truly wanted.

She stood up.

She knew where she needed to be.

Seoa’s hands trembled as she folded another sweater, her mind a mess of emotions. She had thought she was sure of her decision, but the weight of it was finally settling in. Leaving meant cutting ties, walking away from everything she had ever known.

Just as she placed the sweater into her suitcase, the bedroom door creaked open. She froze.

Sion stood there, his eyes wide as he took in the half-packed suitcase on her bed.

"Sion—"

She barely got his name out before he suddenly rushed in, shutting the door behind him with a quiet but firm click. Without a word, he strode to the bed, grabbed a handful of her clothes, and started folding them with quick, efficient movements.

"You don’t have much time, Noona. We need to hurry."

Seoa blinked, stunned. "Wait, no... I can’t leave..."

Her voice faltered as reality hit her—if she left, she was leaving him behind. He would have to bear their parents’ anger alone, face their wrath, endure the suffocating pressure of being their ‘perfect’ child without her there to shield him.

Sion sighed heavily, standing up and placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. His dark eyes searched hers, serious and unwavering.

"You love him, and he loves you. Noona, if you don’t go… you’ll regret it for the rest of your life, imagining the life you could’ve had."

Seoa’s breath hitched. "No... I can't."

Sion’s grip on her shoulders tightened as he shook her lightly.

"Noona… look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love him." His voice was firm, almost desperate. "Is it worth losing the love of your life just for Mom and Dad’s brief happiness? Give it a week before they go back to belittling your life choices and trying to marry you off to someone else. If you go now, your entire life will be filled with eternal happiness. Stay, and you’ll burn in regret."

Her vision blurred with unshed tears.

"What about you?" she whispered, guilt heavy in her chest.

Sion scoffed, shaking his head. "For being an academic ace, you’re really stupid. Who cares? It’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again. You’ll visit me, and I’ll visit you." He exhaled, voice softening. "Hyung… he’s a really good person. I’ve seen the way he treats you. He treats me really well too. He’s like the brother I never had."

His hands squeezed her shoulders. "Mom and Dad might not give you their blessing… but I do. So please… for once… choose yourself."

Seoa couldn’t hold back anymore. She surged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"When did you become so intelligent, huh?" she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Sion smirked against her shoulder. "I’ve always been smarter than you, Noona. You just never noticed." Sion says, making her chuckle as she caresses the back of his head. She was going to miss seeing him everyday.

✵

The rain poured heavily, soaking Yuta to the bone as he stood under the dim glow of the station lights. His duffel bag was slung over his shoulder, his guitar case clutched in one hand. He could feel the weight of the water dragging his clothes down, but he didn’t care.

The clock had already struck past midnight.

His fingers tightened around the strap of his bag as he exhaled slowly, trying to quiet the storm inside him. He had told her he wouldn’t be angry. He had told her he would understand.

But the longer he stood there alone, the harder it was to keep his heart from breaking.

He had been hopeful—maybe too hopeful. Maybe, deep down, he had truly believed she would run away with him.

But love wasn’t that simple.

He knew how much she loved her family. Knew how hard it was for her to let go, even when they hurt her. Knew how much they had made her doubt herself.

Maybe it was too much to ask her to leave it all behind.

His jaw clenched as the memory of that dinner resurfaced. Her parents had ripped into him like he was nothing. Called him reckless, aimless, a disgrace. Told him he would never be able to give their daughter the life she deserved. His own parents had barely looked at him, as if ashamed to even claim him as their own.

He had sat there and taken it.

Not because he wasn’t angry—but because Seoa had been beside him, her hand gripping his under the table like it was the only thing keeping her together.

That was all that mattered.

But now, standing in the cold rain, alone…

Maybe he had been wrong.

Maybe love wasn’t enough.

He took a slow, shaky breath and looked down at his watch. Midnight had passed.

She wasn’t coming.

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head, running a hand through his soaked hair. He should leave. He should turn around, get on the next train, and disappear.

But his feet wouldn’t move.

Because some part of him, despite everything, was still waiting for her.

Yuta stood frozen, rain dripping from his lashes, his breath coming out in slow, heavy exhales.

Then he heard it—footsteps.

Fast, frantic, running through puddles, splashing against the wet pavement. His chest tightened, his heart pounding like a drum in his ears. He didn’t dare believe it, didn’t dare turn around just yet, afraid it was a cruel trick his mind was playing on him.

But then—

"Yuta!"

His eyes widened.

He turned, and there she was.

Seoa, drenched from head to toe, two suitcases in hand, a crossbody bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair clung to her face, her chest rising and falling as if she had sprinted the whole way.

Her eyes—glistening like diamonds beneath the station lights—held nothing but determination.

Yuta let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

She had come.

A shaky laugh bubbled in his throat, relief crashing into him like a tidal wave. He dropped his bag without a second thought and ran toward her, meeting her halfway as she let go of everything and threw herself into his arms.

He caught her, arms tightening around her like he would never let go.

"You’re here," he breathed against her soaked hair, voice unsteady. "You actually came."

Seoa pulled back just enough to look at him, rainwater clinging to her lips. "Of course, I did. Life means you, Yuta."

Her voice wavered, and before he could say anything, she reached up, cupping his face with trembling hands. "I love you," she whispered, eyes shining with something deeper than the rain. "I’m sorry for being late."

Yuta exhaled a breathless laugh, his forehead pressing against hers.

"You're here," he murmured. "That’s all that matters."

And then he kissed her, pouring everything—his love, his relief, his promise—into her lips.

Hand in hand, Yuta and Seoa stepped onto the train, leaving behind everything—family, friends, the life they once knew. The doors slid shut behind them, sealing their decision. There was no turning back now.

They moved down the nearly empty carriage, their soaked clothes clinging to their skin, leaving a trail of water in their wake. Yuta found them a seat by the window, but before Seoa could sit, he dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a dry, warm jacket.

"Here," he murmured, wrapping it around her shoulders before she could protest. "Don’t want you catching a cold, Ai."

Seoa smiled softly, pulling the jacket tighter around herself, relishing the warmth.

But then, before she could say anything, Yuta suddenly dropped to one knee in front of her.

Her breath caught.

"Yuta—?"

His fingers curled around her hand, his thumb tracing over her knuckles, before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small gold ring—one with a diamond set in the middle. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was beautiful, gleaming under the dim train lights.

Seoa stared at it, confusion flashing across her face.

"How…?" Her voice wavered. "I thought—"

Yuta chuckled, shaking his head. "I performed like crazy to get this, Ai. Every night, every spare moment, I played until my fingers bled." His eyes softened as he looked up at her. "Because I wanted to give you something that showed how serious I am. Slipping this ring on your finger… it means an eternal promise. That we’ll live the rest of our lives together. That no matter what happens—good, bad, ugly—we're spending every single moment with one another forever."

Seoa’s lips curved into a small, amused smile, her heart swelling.

She lifted her hand, wiggling her fingers.

"Who’s stopping you, Nakamoto?"

Yuta let out a breathless laugh before carefully slipping the ring onto her finger, watching as it settled in place. It fit perfectly.

And as the train rumbled forward, carrying them toward the unknown, Yuta stood, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her—sealing their promise forever.

The way Sion told her that they might not have their parents' blessing, but they had his blessing 😭

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