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ivelleciel · 11 months ago

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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 · 1 year ago

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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.

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florihaei · 5 months ago

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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.

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vad-hander · 9 months ago

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LET’S KEEP IT SECRET Pt.5

pairing: Jaehyun x reader x Yuta

others: SM Rookies, multiple SM and JYP idols

words: 7k

side note: as usual, I'll appreciate all your feedback and thoughts!

Your hand raised immediately to cover your opened mouth. Fuck. Yuta’s outside. Yuta came here to see you. After months of silence, he shows up so randomly?! You were almost mad how unprepared you were for this meeting.

Like, not even mentally, your appearance was fucking awkward. You danced for the past 5 hours in a room with barely any venting system. You sweated so badly your hair now looked like you didn’t wash it for a week, you were procrastinating in your bed aka waiting for your turn in the shower - because with the number of people on the floor two bathrooms were just not it, you literally had to wait in a queue to shower - so you were in your training sweats and shirt. Ah, you panicked. Your hands automatically reached for your brush - at least you’d braid the mess on your head and not make it too obvious you were fresh out of practice. You roughly ran the brush through your hair, the silent room now filled with you ripping through your hair and awkwardly enough - attracting everyone’s attention to you. How the hell were you supposed to make yourself look presentable without people questioning why you’re acting that way? You braided your hair quickly, trying not to pay too much attention to the curious eyes. You are, at the end of the day, planning to be famous - you have to be used to people watching you, tho its not really the same, but it should be the same in your head in order for you to not flip out. You found your lip balm and hid it in the pocket to not put it on so openly and ran out of the room in pure silence only to return a second after. “I-, ahem, I’m going to the CU, does anyone need anything?“

“Yeah, no.“ Jiwon gave you a weird look, crossing eyes with Sieun. Well, okay.

You didn’t have a second to think if you wanted to slow down or speed up or what you were going to say, you just ran out of the building without any thoughts. You just really wanted to see Yuta with your eyes. Just have him before you no matter how awkward this might be, just look at him. God, why did you not see him?! Your eyes ran across the entrance of the building one time and once again, because there wasn’t anyone. You walked off further into the street, turning the corner of the building, immediately meeting with Yuta’s eyes. You jumped in place and stopped. You weren’t sure if you should sprint off and hug him or let him take the lead. Yuta took a step towards you and you did so too automatically, meeting somewhere in-between. Yuta stared at you and his eyes were trying to drink in every feature on your face, while you were doing the same. You were trying to see if anything changed, if anything was different and it seemed like everything was not the same but at the same time he was just who you remembered him to be. It felt so weird, like some fever dream turn into live or more like a brimmed with romance k-drama moment where two leads finally meet each other after years of separation. The street lights and autumn breeze was adding up to the feeling. You blinked silently at the man like amoeba, not knowing what was the reason behind him coming here, what did he think of you and what you should be acting like in front of him now. What were you? Should you just ask him in the face? You seriously considered, since he watched you without saying a thing.

“I would say that I’m so happy you texted, but if I’m completely honest, I’m so confused at this point.“ you surprised Yuta by breaking the silence.

“Jaehyun told me you two were discussing… us?“ Ugh, he did? You recalled saying something to him along the lines of maybe you can ask him and tell me, but you didn’t expect him go out of his way and actually do it. One more UGH for Jeong Jaehyun. You were beyond conscious of what he might’ve said or discussed with Yuta.

“That’s pretty exaggerated.“ You weren’t discussing your relationship, you literally cut him off in like two sentences and continued with your exchange of random things that happened in your life in the time being you avoided him.

“Anyway.“ what was they sigh and the undertone of that word. Was he…pissed off? The tone of his voice was giving something between slight indifference and irritation.

“Yes, anyway.“ You felt a little more worked up just from the look he gave you. That’s very much not how you imagined the reunion with your boyfriend, or more likely ex-boyfriend by now. “So Jaehyun is the only reason you reached out after months of silence?“

“Yes and no. He told me about seeing you and I realised that I would’ve liked it for myself too. To see you, talk to you and everything else.“ Everything else is what…? Touching, hugging, kissing and …? You needed elaboration on this uncertainty.

“Okay.“ You gave him a nod, very much flabbergasted at the prospect of possibly kissing Yuta.

“Do you hate me? For leaving you to hang on for this long?“ his eyes pierced through yours. “I reckoned you’ll need a lot of time to process the transfer and new life and new people and I tried to give you space to work everything out. My own debuted and other things got in the way. I took too long and then was just scared and awkward to reach out.“

“But I messaged you. You could’ve said literally anything back.“

“I’m sorry.“ He did sound full of remorse, you’d give him that.

“Well at least you had more than enough time to think everything through.“ You cackled, not able to hold yourself back from coming at him.

“Right.“

“So… I guess you came here to give me the verdict?“

“I came here to tell you that I’ve been missing you so fucking bad. That I really badly want to talk to you and hug you again and kiss you again. I want to know everything that’s been happening to you recently. I texted you to see if you’d be able to forgive me for taking so long. So…will you forgive me? Are we still on the same page?“ He crushed the words at you like a cannon ball. They were things you wanted to hear, but somehow at the same time you were feeling uneasy at the confession. You had to tell him first thing that came into your mind otherwise the silence felt too deafening. Yuta gripped your palm as proof of what he felt.

“My company…. We have a very strict no dating policy. We’re not even allowed to have a simple crush. Literally anything relationship related is strictly prohibited.“

“You know that SM have all the same rules.“

“No-, like gawking over someone gets you to pack your bags and leave, Yuta.“

“Okay?“ He couldn’t understand where you led him, neither did you.

“And you’re a whole damn man, that comes to see me at night.“

“That’s why I didn’t come to the entrance where all those CCTV cams could see us.“

“Yeah.“ You gave him a nod but clearly didn’t acknowledge what he said properly, continuing on with what you were saying “Not even a year ago one of the guys at the company got his contract terminated because he was allegedly breaking the no dating rule. Our producer is very strict with those rules, he says it has to be at least 5 years before we should even think of dating. Otherwise we’re not dedicated enough.“ you paused because you would love to feel Yuta’s grip on your fingers. If he touched you, you would’ve stopped to crash these things at him.

“I see, you’re trying to refuse me.“ How would he make a conclusion like that when you didn’t even know yourself, what you were trying to do.

“No. I’m just stating facts. For you… to consider.“

“I have considered all those things. Nothing’s changed for me. I still find you very beautiful, I’m still deeply attracted to you.“ You felt a butterfly flop inside your chest. This was such a relief to hear - Yuta still wanted you.

“Me too.“ You half whispered, you really didn’t want to admit something like that out loud where people could see and hear you. You suddenly felt a little conscious doing these things in front of your literal dorm, where you didn’t have friends, but a whole damn building of people that would happily sneak on you to free one more spot in the competition, but the man in front of you didn’t feel the same way. Yuta moved his foot a step forward, knocking it against your shoe. His fingers laced through yours once again in such electrifying movement you almost lost all your consciousness and leaned in to kiss him. Yuta pulled you towards him, taking a couple steps back from the lit up pavement, to the more dark and private space under a tree.

“Fuck, I really missed even simply holding on to your fingers.“ Yuta sighed miserably. He squeezed your hands like he regretted every previous decision he made and you believed the boy that stood right in front of you. You believed because despite not making a lot of moves to reunite yourself, you longed and waited and held that little something you had between you close to your heart. You believed you were loving him, because you couldn’t say you knew for sure, you didn’t know much about love enough to state it. You loved your dad, because he was your parent, he took care of you, understood you, listened to you, helped you through hardships, took your side when everyone - or more accurately your mom - were against you. You loved Jaehyun, because he was the first person in your life that could understand you. With no mockery, jealousy or humiliation. He reached for the same goals and understood you completely. In addition to that, he knew how to make you smile, how to make you feel better, when you were down. He seemed to genuinely care for you and who you were, he cared for every little thing you told him or showed him. You loved him because his ways of being your friend helped you become a good one for him, or at least, you were hoping you were still in the process to become one. You loved him just because he was Jaehyun, your best friend, your first friend in SM and your first best friend in the whole wide world.

But Yuta… you felt like you loved him because when he kissed you that first time, your whole being flipped. You don’t remember how or why you existed before that. At first you were obviously, clearly very much shocked at the action. A) you were a baby back then, you didn’t really think of anything like that; b) you were scared of anything related to attraction to other people since something like that would clearly take a toll on your success and debut - and maybe it already did - and you just didn’t want to admit. You were loving Yuta in a completely different way - in a way what you considered a grown woman love a grown man. Not sure if the type together forever kind of love, but together for a long time type of way. You were feeling that heaviness of excitement in your chest now that Yuta was staring at you like that. Your feelings might’ve started to feel like nothing in the past weeks, because you were busy and alone and maybe a little hopeless, but him being here right now made it overwhelming.

“Me too.“ You meowed in his hold. You weren’t able to talk properly, to stand your ground - no way at all. You were mushy in his hold, if he’d pull your hands down, you’d fold right before him in a second.

“I still am very much in love with you.“ He leaned in and brushed his lips over your cheek. You felt heated in a nano-second, squeezing Yuta’s fingers tighter in your hold. You tried to free one of your hands to hug his waist, but his fingers felt like claws over yours.

“Me too.“ You whispered breathlessly as your mouth tried to find Yuta’s, lick into it even for the briefest moment and then do whatever the hell he would want to, but he moved away and you found it in yourself to talk. “I have to be honest. This company, it really can’t be compared to SM, everything is different and I’m scared. Of how this is going to go, I’m scared that someone is possibly watching us right now and I’m going to get kicked out tomorrow. I am so scared that following what my heart wants in love department will ruin what I want to have in my career. I fear that having a boyfriend is going to end things for me. Maybe for you too. We’re risking a lot. So much, Yuta.“

“It’s fine.“ Hm? What does he mean it’s fine…? “Just don’t tell them I’m your boyfriend, just a guy friend from way back. We won’t put a label on it for everyone to see. There’s Jaehyun and there’s me, no difference for everyone else. No one should care about what we’re doing in privacy, when being with each other. Who would care to find out that the difference between me and Jaehyun is that I’m desperately in love with you? Well, huh, wait.“ Yuta paused, smirked and raised an brow at you with his signature playful smile. “How does that make me any different from Jaehyun then?“ Yuta smarted quickly, full on beaming so proud of his own joke. You punched his shoulder playfully, finally being able to get away from his grip. Now that he made jokes about Jaehyun, it almost felt like nothing at all changed.

“Congratulations, boo.“ Jaehyun shoved a bouquet in your face. You smiled, taking the flowers from his grip, giving them barely a glance as your hand turned them facing down. Your eyes darted from one corner to the other, not focusing on Jaehyun even for the slightest second. If you did though, you would’ve noticed how his smile turned downwards as his eyes soaked in your indifference. You were thankful that he came, you were so happy he came for you, but there was a main question that needed to be asked.

“Where’s Yuta?“ You asked impatiently. Jaehyun’s eyes, that lit up upon your attention on him extinct as he heard your question.

“Don’t know.“ He had to clear his throat before replying.

“Don’t you live together?“ You scrutinised Jaehyun, almost too accusatory for such a public instance.

“I’m sorry.“ Jaehyun lowered his gaze to the ground, hitting your heart with a pang and maybe finally bringing you back to your senses. You smiled apologetically, almost poking his cheek at how terribly cute he looked with his head down, apologising for not knowing whereabouts of your not-boyfriend-boyfriend. You pressed Jaehyun’s bouquet to his chest and he jerked his head up in fear at first, relaxing as he saw your soft face expression. Did he think you were going to throw those flowers at him? You almost felt hurt that your best friend thought you were a bitch.

“You have nothing to apologise for. You came to my graduation despite being a very busy boy.“ You murmured as softly as possible being surrounded by hundreds of other school graduates. Jaehyun showed you his dimples and you took a step forward, keeping the flowers to his chest. “You’re the very best, as usual.“ Jaehyun chuckled and tapped the top of your head.

“Don’t“ he beamed, pleased.

“And very sweet, you didn’t have to buy me peonies.“ You ogled properly the flowers, to not ogle over Jaehyun. His hand on the top of your hair felt like lava dripped down from where he touched you. It felt too hot, despite it being very early February. You found his hand with your free one, touching his palm with yours and making sure it wasn’t even hot, it was your body having thermoregulations issues.

“You came to my graduation, I came to yours. That’s what best friends do, boo.“ Jaehyun wiggled your fingers in his hold, making you emotional. That’s what best friends do, then what the f is the boyfriend doing - not coming to one important thing in your life.

“I think ‘boo’ has romantic under text, Jaehyun.“ you chuckled, processing what he called you. “Someone might overhear us and think we’re romantically involved.“ You chuckled at the thought, it seemed a little funny to you, when your eyes still searched for Yuta with peripheral vision.

“It’s only romantic if you make it sound this way. I was envisioning boo like a ghost, because you’ve been more of a ghost in my life for the past half a year. You’ve been ghosting me, boo.“ He smirked as he smarted his last sentence, and you swallowed a chuckle, moving your head disapprovingly. You hugged him instead of an answer, squeezing the flowers between your bodies because you felt weird and thought it’d be a great shield from direct contact with his body. “Love you.“ Jaehyun whispered lowly above your ear, his arm squeezing your shoulders, the other one patting your back. “Not romantically, in case you’ve started to imagine things.“ He chuckled and you couldn’t stop yourself from pinching his side.

“Shut up.“ You tried to wiggle out of the hug, Jaehyun’s fingers only gripping tighter onto your shoulder. “I love you, too.“

“I hope no one’s taking pics, huh.“ Jaehyun immediately let go of you, pulling back up the face mask on his face, as if the past 10 minutes weren’t enough to recognise him for whoever wanted to recognise him.

“I’m here for Jungkook’s graduation.“ he pushed the flowers against your chest once again and took a very big step back. “I don’t even know you. Who are you, again?“ He squeezed his eyes like he couldn’t see you and you shrugged. He was talking at least two times louder, like he couldn’t hear you through the crowd and you needed to keep up with him.

“Don’t know you either… are you sure you’re Jungkook’s friend? I don’t think he ever mentioned you.“ Your pointing finger made a zigzag in the air, like it could help you remember something. “Do you even see him?“ You smirked because Jaehyun have not stepped a foot away from you since the moment he arrived and it didn’t seem like he was trying to look for anyone else.

“Just lost him out of my sight.“ Jaehyun scratched his forehead like he tried to remember which direction his friend went.

“I see.“ You nodded, smiling because Jaehyun couldn’t keep his face straight. He shoved the flowers against your face to hide you from him.

“Oh! Jaehyunie!“ You heard an exclamation from behind.

“My princess!“ You jumped in place, quickly turning to find the source of that sound, finally training your eyes on the man that tried to crawl through all students and families.

“Dad!“ You exclaimed and lost yourself in a hug.

“Congratulations, I’m so proud of you.“ Your dad kissed both your cheeks, before one more bouquet appeared before your eyes.

“Thank you.“ You smiled and kissed your fathers cheek in return.

“Come here, greet your mother.“ Your mom called for you, somehow her hand settled on Jaehyun’s wrist, the deadly grip making it impossible for him to disappear. You gave your mom a quick hug, and allowed her to kiss your cheek. “We should take a photo together. Jaehyun, take one for us.“

“Of course, ma’am.“ Jaehyun bowed like a well-trained puppy and showed you his dimples for encouragement. Your mum forced the face mask off his face somewhere in the process, you laughed.

“One, two, say kimchi.“ He pressed onto the cameras button and the sound of shutter let you know the photo was taken.

“Now with your mom only.“ Your father pressed you into your mothers side and forced you to smile, taking the camera out of Jaehyun’s grip. He stood there awkwardly, next to your dad like he was next in line for something. Another sound of shutter. “Now with me only.“ Your dad took the spot next to you and you tried to pose more enthusiastically than before. Click and the pic is done. Jaehyun blinked quietly, when it felt like a perfect que for him to exit the scene, your dad made it impossible “With Jaehyun now, too!“

“It’s fine.“ Your friend protested as he read confusion on your face. It wasn’t even confusion, you just wanted a picture with Yuta on your graduation day and you were not getting one and you were hurt. You would trade a photo with Jaehyun in a heartbeat to one with Yuta. You anyway had hundreds of pics with Jaehyun, it wouldn’t hurt if you had one less.

“No, come here, Jungkook’s friend.“ you gestured for him to get to you.

“Okay, princess.“ He mocked, making the tone of his voice funny trying to impersonate your dad. You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance, immediately being gagged by your own body when Jaehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his side. Your head turned to see Jaehyun, because you were flabbergasted all of a sudden and needed to see if he felt any of that. Seemed like he didn’t, he cracked a smile, showing off his dimples, fingers of his free hand forming a V. Sound of shutter and there you have a picture of you staring up at Jaehyun. “One more!“ You shout before anyone could move from their place.

Jaehyun, thank god, moved his hand off your waist to drop it on top of your head and smiled once again. You smiled too, snugging an arm over his waist this time.

“One, two, three, kimchi!“ Your dad announced loudly and you tickled Jaehyun’s side, forcing a chuckle out his throat. It sounded so unusually low you needed a second to process what that was, because he suddenly make your insides tremble with how low that sound was. You stole a quick glance at Jaehyun, seeing how that tickle made his whiskers appear, you prayed he’d have them visible in the photo too.

You unglued yourself from your best friend when the two of you stood too close for too long.

“Who’s Jungkook?“ Your mom wondered.

“Jaehyun’s friend that graduates today too.“ You stated the simple truth.

“Do you know him?“ What did she mean by that? Why did she care? Oh god.

“Jaehyun, do you want to join us for celebratory lunch? Of course, if only your schedule allows you to join us.“ Your dad slightly bowed like Jaehyun was some sort of serious politician, sportsman or at least a senior to him.

“He’s a celebrity now! Of course he doesn’t have time to dine with us!“ Your mom waved off your father at the silly suggestion.

“No, no, mr and missis y/l/n, I would gladly join your lunch to celebrate graduation of your daughter.“ Jaehyun almost bowed 90 degrees in deepest reverence for your parents and you had to physically catch his shoulder mid way to stop him at least at 45 degrees.

“Ah! Jaehyunie! The tone of your voice, it’s so deep and charming! I can’t believe it, just last time I saw you it wasn’t like that“ Your mom hid her face in her hands in shock, she acted like a whole different person when it came to Jaehyun, you hated how she couldn’t do the same to Yuta, or you. You really didn’t want to remind her she saw him more than a year ago and that his voice has been this way for a little while.

“It just happened overnight.“ Jaehyun chuckled, his ears suddenly turning pink, as he walked in front of you with your parents. You wondered if you’d trail off the route, how quickly they’d notice you were gone.

“What is this?“ you felt a rush of warmth throughout your body, making your palm immediately sweaty in Yuta’s hold. You don’t know exactly why would you ask the question, when you could see very clearly for yourself the words above the entrance. Motel. And the door was graced with a piece of paper, that read hourly rates applicable. You felt warm rashes through your body every time you read those words and if you continued you most likely would’ve fell on the floor from high blood pressure. The door opened and you tore your hand from Yuta’s hold, hiding your face even more behind the mask and the cap you wore. You had another rash of sweat down your spine as you saw people walk down the stairs, both the man and the lady looked like they had sex just a minute ago, which honestly most likely wasn’t a mistake. It was an hourly motel, at the end of the day.

“A place, where you and I can be one on one with no fear of being seen, disturbed or whatever.“ Yuta found your hand once again and squeezed it.

“It’s an hourly motel.“ You said out loud and felt even more sweat form on your lower back. If Yuta wasn’t able to distinguish your feelings by your face that hid behind clothing, he should’ve definitely felt it in the tone of your voice. You almost lost balance on your two feet as another couple walked past you, this time inside the building and if it wasn’t for Yuta’s grip on you, you would’ve took off away right then and there.

“Yes, it doesn’t matter. Does it? You and me together is the only thing that matters.“

“What if someone sees us?“ Your throat gave up on you as the thought gave you a whiplash.

“Trust me, just trust me. Come on.“ Yuta moved your body in front of his, grabbing your face with his hands. Despite your endless will to trust him, you were having second hand thoughts on the idea. “Do you really want to leave? I promise you, I really tried to pick a good one. Coming in or leaving?“ Yuta asked concerned, now that he was able to see your eyes he could very clearly tell that you were concerned - well who wouldn’t - and tried to make you feel better.

“Coming in.“ your voice sounded weaker than usual. Yuta smiled and kissed your face, where he’d guessed through the mask your mouth was and dragged you behind himself.

“Why are you not taking the mask off?“ Yuta glanced quickly at your unmoving body on the corner of the bed, before continuing with whatever he was doing in his backpack. The thing did seem packed to the brim and you were curious what Yuta had in there, before he brought you to the hourly motel. It did look nice inside, despite the room being small and obviously cheap - it was relatively fresh renovation and almost didn’t look like you rented this thing for 5 hours, though you couldn’t kill the thought of people coming in here to specifically have sex, and you couldn’t stop thinking on the number of people that had sex in this exact room and you couldn’t stop thinking how you most likely are going to end up doing the same thing and what’s even worse than that, you couldn’t stop thinking-

“What if there’s a hidden camera? Or worse… many cameras?“ You couldn’t even lift your hand to reveal your face to possibly hidden viewers in this room.

“What?“ Yuta chuckled at your -ridiculous- suggestion, before swallowing and leaving his backpack alone to stand in front of you. The bed had tall legs, allowing Yuta to not bend too much to be on your level. His fingers squeezed your cheeks and forced the face mask down your face. “I wouldn’t bring you to some weird ass place with sperm sprayed all over the walls.“ Well, good, but still, you would’ve appreciated an actual hotel much more. “I heard good things about this place from my friends… well, because not everyone is Jeong Jaehyun with an apartment in Apgujeong.“ there was no emotion in the tone of his voice, he was just saying things he thought, but it stung so fucking badly how he always had to put Jaehyun in comparison. Even if his family home was in the most expensive district of Seoul, it didn’t mean Yuta was any poor coming here from Japan. He was poor because in the circumstance he was a foreigner with no home and was sent a certain amount by his parents, not because he didn’t have any money at home. It wasn’t about Jaehyun or this place or anything else at all. It was about you and Yuta, but somehow he wanted it to be about someone else too. “Anyway, my friends come here sometimes, it’s not too low class, at least these sheets are clean, okay? Once I have a better option, we won’t have to do it like that.“

“Okay.“ You gave Yuta an unnoticeable nod, his lips brushing the corner of your lips in reply.

“There’s no hidden cam, don’t even think of such things. I wouldn’t bring you to a place like that nor would I risk my very real career for a fuck.“ Very real as if in what you were doing wasn’t that real? Or were you trying to read between the lines too much because you were in a very smitten mood. Almost in a mood where if you weren’t your usual mushy self when it came to Yuta you would’ve stood up and left. Because this was making you feel uncomfortable to an extent you can’t describe. “It’s your birthday, I just wanted us to be together. I have a surprise, close your eyes.“ Yuta smiled at you sweetly, like when he wanted you to do things he wanted and you didn’t. You gave him a smile too, because you were getting all grumpy and unfriendly because whatever this was didn’t meet with your expectations. You pecked his lips and closed your eyes with a smile on your lips that hurt a little, because you were trying really hard not to think of your last birthday, when Jaehyun invited you to that Apgujeong home and made you feel happy.

You listened to Yuta’s shuffling, probably in that backpack of his, finally you felt his knees bump into yours as he got back in front of you and you felt his fingers wrap around yours. “You can open your eyes.“ And you did so on command, met with a view of Yuta in a birthday hat, throwing a spiral confetti in your face. “Happy birthday!“

“Thank you.“ You smiled, flinching as the thrown confetti almost hit your face. Yuta’s now free hand pushed your cap off your head, forcefully putting on a party cone that said birthday girl. You chuckled sincerely, helping Yuta with the elastic band over your chin.

“I love you, birthday girl.“ you beamed because despite what you just thought and felt you loved him too. Yuta leaned in to you a little more making the ring on his necklace visible from his shirt, you didn’t even have a second to think, you just leaned in and kissed his mouth, because there was nothing else to do. The past year have been very tough on the both of you. You started it off badly with your transition and after that long break of not talking to each other you rebuild what you had in a very low-key manner. Too low-key even for your liking, you couldn’t imagine what Yuta felt like. You could quite possibly count on your fingers the number of times the two of you kissed, so kissing him like this felt a little unreal. Just your lips on Yuta’s, being able to move slowly, marking every bit of his mouth with love and need, to be in his arms and continue kissing him like that. You invited Yuta’s tongue in your mouth, as he moved it slowly against your closed lips. He finally grabbed onto your neck, allowing for you to slightly back up against his hold, because it was hard for you to hold your composure. You almost forgot how good of a kisser Yuta was - not that you had anyone to compare it to - your tongue licked against his and as your body leaned back against the mattress, Yuta chased your mouth, not wishing to break the kiss even for a moment, finding balance next to your shoulders. “You’re making it incredibly hard to focus on anything else, my love.“ Yuta found it in him to pull away for a moment, only to lean back in and kiss your cupids bow, pressing his nose against your cheek.

“What were you planning to do, bringing me to an hourly motel?“ You chuckled, not even annoyed anymore, just curious because it did sound a little funny to you.

“We probably spent less than 24 hours together in a whole damn year since your last birthday. Doing anything together is fine. I mean it when I say I miss you.“ Yuta bit onto his lip, staring you down. “I haven’t seen you up close like this probably in a whole fucking year, and you’re my girlfriend. How ridiculous is that?“

“I always think of that time we went to Japan and had a real nice date. That is the sweetest thing anyone ever did to me.“

“Me too, I always think about that night.“ Yuta’s lips kissed your jaw, as his body dropped on the bed next to you, unable to hold his bodyweight with his arms any longer. “When your first vacation comes, first thing we’re doing - a trip anywhere, just you and me.“

“Promise?“ Your heart chirped, that’s exactly a promise you needed from him.

“Yes, love, promise.“ Yuta cosied himself on the mattress, snaking both his hands to lay half of you on top of him.

“What if our schedules don’t ever match up?“ You worried.

“I don’t think it’s possible for us to never match in schedules. Don’t worry, I’ll make it work for you.“ Yuta’s fingers trailed a line from your elbow to the shoulder. You had to swallow, because you really wanted to ask him why would he not make it work for your school graduation when Jaehyun did make it work. Jaehyun, who was a little busier with schedules than Yuta, you needed to be a blind fool to not notice how your friend had side gigs and Yuta didn’t. He had no excuse to not come, the thought been eating you up for months. You had to swallow it once again, because you didn’t want to fight, because maybe not saying a thing about it now, months after, was the best thing for you. Maybe Yuta couldn’t even remember by now, since he never brought it up himself.

You rolled your arms before your body, bouncing slightly on the floor to the beat, as the last beat approached, you counted in your head 1 and 2 and 3 and 4, and stood up gracefully with a turn in the ending pose. After a pause for not longer than 5 seconds you heard intensive clapping and even sounds of encouragement behind you. 5 people in front of you though kept their faces emotionless, but somehow it didn’t faze you anymore. They always tried to keep that mysterious aura, fear everyone to insecurity and plain panic, but if you worked hard they didn’t usually say a bad thing-or more likely you didn’t hear them say bad things to you and others-, well, you developed an ability of turning your brain off as soon as your bum met with the floor and you weren’t sure how things went for others. It’s been a year and you still didn’t make many friends in the company and at this point pretty much gave up and kept everyone as friendly acquaintance. At least they didn’t want to be mean in your face, fake friendliness you could bare with. Everyone clapped and cheered because it’d paint them as supportive friends and good people - more points when it comes to evaluations. You knew the rule and followed it yourself, this clearly wasn’t the place to be not like other girls, but it didn’t change anything.

You bent a little and caught your breath in two heavy breathes, straining your back back at the evaluation committee.

“Good.“ Your choreographer nodded to fellow evaluators. “Questions, notes, grades?“

“Could you share with us why you chose the choreography and the song?“ Mr.Lee, the creative director asks you.

“Theme of this month is hip-hop, we had guest choreographers this month that helped us improve our hip-hop skills. I wanted to do something fresh and relevant, something that would allow for you to see my improvement, but wouldn’t be a copy-paste of things we did in class. Seemed like a perfect choice.“ You noticed a slight nod in the oratory teachers’ head, you breathed in satisfied - you definitely checked off a box in her list.

“Wasn’t the song released on Wednesday? You learned it in one day?“ your choreographer continued with the questions, only to be interrupted by JYP himself.

“You didn’t prepare for the evaluation well? Choosing a song so new is very irresponsible.“ The song was released just a day ago, they were right, but you did prepare for the evaluation thoroughly. You’ve been learning this choreo whenever you had an opportunity to see or hear Yuta, whenever the two of you face timed or very rarely talked in person. You would’ve told them the truth if it didn’t borne more questions and awkward stares. Your only option was to claim you were able to learn it in one glance.

“No, I was preparing GOT7’s Never Ever, but heard the NCT song yesterday and thought how it clearly fits the hip-hop theme better. Changed my choice last minute.“ Yes, you somehow had the crazy idea of doing Cherry Bomb for the monthly evaluation in a day after it was released. You hoped it was believable you were able to learn the dance in a day. They looked at you for a few seconds and you didn’t understand the meaning behind the stare. “I believe I was able to show my own colour while following the choreography flawlessly and be on theme.“ You stated confidently, they tried to push you into insecurity - it was their way of doing things, one of already debuted artists at the company shared the life hack. Stand your ground and talk confidently - they’ll accept any answer as long as they don’t see you flinch at persistence.

“If you learned the choreo that flawlessly in a day it’s impressive.“ Your choreographer smiled at you in a very low-key manner and you bowed, to show your gratitude and hide traces of a smile you swallowed.

“Did you learn the whole dance or just the dance break?“ Your eyes darted back at JYP that seemed curious.

You knew by heart the whole thing through Yuta’s part. The only reason you chose the dance break hid behind the fact that somehow NCT had the most embarrassing dance moves throughout the song and doing all those jumps and weird hand movements in front of all these people on your own would’ve killed you. For real. The dance break plus last chorus including that part where you had to drop on your back for the ending point was the perfect fit for the 60 seconds you were given to perform.

“I learned most of the song, but I enjoyed the dance break and chorus the most, thus decided to show that part.“

“Okay, I have nothing to add. If you’re ready, we can get to singing.“ you nodded and took a step to the mark on the floor.

You had a tingling sensation of nervousness at the back of your neck. It was always advised to not take long to start off, otherwise you could possibly be asked to step away as unprofessional. You took a breath and made a sound with your throat.

“Ah, I heard you took first place in your evaluation group.“ Yeji smiled at you, you gave her a barely noticeable nod as you and a bunch of other people left the elevator. “Cool, that means we’re training in the same group for the upcoming month.“ You stopped midway as you were pulling your mask up, almost automatic move as you were leaving the building.

“You placed first?“ You exclaimed, your voice resonating probably through the whole hall. She gave you an excited nod, and you felt so happy for her. She worked so hard to beat everyone this time and you jumped excitedly, squeezing the girl in front of you excitedly. She clearly was taken aback for a moment, hence the two of you never hugged or had much physical contact in the past year, but you felt happy for her and maybe felt like it was the time to break the wall. You let go of Yeji, grabbing her wrists next and jumping excitedly, making the girl hyped up and jump with you. “Yay! Yeji, I’m so proud of you.“ Your fingers squeezed the life out of her wrists. “They want us to do duet for this month, to see how well we work in smaller teams.“

“Really? I haven’t heard of this months’ theme yet. If you don’t have a partner yet, it’d be such an honour for me to pair up with you.“

“Stop! It’s no honour and I would love to work on something with you.“

“Yay!“ She clapped and her pretty eyes and smile made you so happy. You genuinely felt happy for her, you genuinely felt proud. You felt a little flare up in your chest that you didn’t want it to ignite too much, but the thought crossed your mind anyway. If only we could debut together.

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viasdreams · 3 months ago

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nct 127 boyfriend texts !!

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

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zeroseuniverse · 2 months ago

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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.

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sugaringsuh · 27 days ago

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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

#nct x reader #nct #nctzen #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct smut #nct 127 #nct yuta #nct johnny #yuta x reader #johnny x reader #omegaverse #writers on tumblr #nct ff #nct fic recs

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hyuckcicles · 2 years ago

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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 :)

#nct dojaejung #nctzen #nct texts #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct ff #nct #nct x reader #kpop #nct dream #writing #johnny suh #moon taeil #nakamoto yuta #jaehyun #doyoung #kim jungwoo #lee taeyong

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heartshapedtrap · 11 months ago

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

#let him rest ffs this is so much worse than him being dead #and yuta his beloved student having to puppet his teachers body while taking on this burden alone to save the world jfc this is so sad im so #distraught by this and the more I think about this I go insane bc gojo is seen as the strongest before an actually fucking person and geto #being the only one to truly see him as a person first kills me and I’m getting more pissed at shokos charcter assassination bc why did she #have no objections or signs of not being okay w it even if she would still go through w this last resort of violating gojos body to save #everyone. and them all depending on yuta to be the monster the strongest now that gojo is goneto literally be a tool for jujustu sorcerers #this is sick and unbelievably tragic they do not deserve this :((((#jjk spoilers #jjk 261 #jujustu kaisen spoilers #gojo satoru #yuta okkotsu

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atinyjules · 1 month ago

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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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