#yuta witnesses everything and is really just screaming through the phone

[tunamayojazz]

i just think that toge being down with flu and sneezing uncontrollably would cause quite a lot of damage in the dorms. he sneezes loudly once and immediately things start breaking. he leaves his room to make his way to shoko but instead starts destroying the dorm with his ACHOOs.

panda video calls yuta in the madness: DUDE CHECK THIS OUT!!

yuta: @#$%^WHATS HAPPENING

maki: UR BF IS FKING UP OUR DORMS THATS WHAT

toge: -ACHOOO!

*ceiling lights break*

maki: BITCH STOP WHY ARE U STILL MOVING!!!!

yuta: /SCREAMING

[ddmmyuta]

Can I request a Yuta Nakamoto best friend smut? With female reader...

-🫣anon

I like your hands…

yuta x afab reader

warnings (wtf are you doing on smut tumblr as a minor?): smut, friends turned situationship, more smut, hand kink…

it was finally the weekend after a week that felt like a month! you needed to chill, take a breath, get some needed sleep, meditate… but that wasn’t going to happen, for you were going to a concert that evening. not that you minded… you were going to watch your best friend Yuta perform live, something you have always wanted to witness. but before that you had to do grown-up stuff… like shower and make yourself food and go get groceries… ugh!

just as you were about to exit your apartment to go get some groceries, your phone rings in your bag. it’s Yuta (your bestie) asking if you wanted to go for a quick brunch (that sounded so millennial I’m sorry). you agreed after being hesitant… you wondered where he got the time since he was literally performing that evening to thousands of people. you quickly pack the rest of your bag and sprint to the cafe he said to meet up at.

the cafe was fancy to say the least. you walked through the cafe doors and saw Yuta sitting in the middle of the room, already drinking a coffee. he doesn’t notice you until you’re right next to him. he quickly stands and gives you a hug ‘hi y/n, how have you been?’ he asks, pulling your seat out for you to sit. ‘I’ve been good… busy but good.’ you reply, settling your bag to the side. ‘shouldn’t you be preparing for a crowd of thousands at the moment’ you ask, looking into his eyes. damn, his eyes are really pretty now that you’re actually noticing and his hair compliments his skin tone a little too much to your liking. ‘We have a few hours before the concert and I knew you were coming to watch… thought we could chat a bit since we’ve both been busy and out of touch’ he says, grabbing your hand that was on the table and holding it. His hands are… fucking beautiful to say the least. it’s like Aphrodite sculpted every vein and crease on his hands, wrists… wow. ‘Would you like to order something?’ Yuta asks as the waiter is standing next to you… you must’ve gotten lost in a trance while looking at Yuta’s hands… you were weak!

after your meeting, Yuta walked with you back to your car, a awkward silence filled the air. ‘y/n, is there anything you’re insecure about?’ he asks, not in a offensive way, he was genuinely curious. ‘I don’t know, I think I’m insecure about everything and nothing at the same time. some days I feel pretty and other days I feel like dog shit’ you answer, Yuta looking at you confused. ‘Is there anything you’re insecure about?’ you ask in return. he takes a while to get to something that makes him feel insecure… ‘I don’t like my hands that much.’ you are shocked to say the least… ‘why, your hands are so pretty?’ you ask, a reprimanding tone in your voice. ‘I don’t know, I just wouldn’t list it as something that makes me attractive.’ he replies, you still shocked by his statement. you finally reach your car as Yuta greets you. ‘I should go get ready for tonight’s concert…’ you say, Yuta turning away and walking. ‘oh… and I like your hands…’ you say to him across the parking lot. you didn’t see it but he smiled and blushed so hard he could barely keep a straight face.

you arrive at the stadium for the concert, lines waiting for their tickets to get scanned. it was packed and you knew it was going to be a suffocating environment, however that didn’t matter for you were supporting your BEST FRIEND (which you told yourself constantly after your encounter at the cafe that morning). the show starts, people screaming and shouting, lights flashing… it was incredibly entertaining and somewhat nostalgic. the other members were amazing but your eyes were focused on Yuta… a little too much honestly. you started wondering mid concert if you were falling hard for the dude who lies like it’s a language and calls you bro as if it’s your first name. to be honest you tuned out so hard that before you knew it, the concert ended. people were leaving and the seats next to you were empty as you were just standing there lifelessly in a state of thought. you snapped back to reality shortly, got your things and went to go greet the guys backstage.

as you entered the backstage area you saw the other members either cooling off, eating or chatting with one another or other fans with a backstage pass, but you couldn’t see Yuta. you figured he was tired and probably wanted to be alone, so you greeted some of the guys but eventually left soon after. as you were heading for the exit of the backstage area, Yuta runs after you. ‘y/n where are you going?’ he asks slightly out of breath from running and performing for like… 2-ish hours. ‘I didn’t see you backstage so I thought you were tired or getting dressed…’ in that moment as you looked at him you realized he was shirtless. ‘I’m sorry, I wanted to change quickly before I saw you, I look all sweaty…’ he says shyly, and you won’t lie you would lick that sweat anytime! ‘I was wondering if you’d like a drink? Tea?’ he asked, gesturing to go to his dressing room. You couldn’t say no cause he looked all sexy with sweat dripping down his neck and he still smelled like an angel and his hair was all messy and his tattoos look all pretty and his belly button piercing was shining and his… you were WEAK!

as you entered his dressing room, you realized you were the only ones in there. he closed the door behind you and showed you to the couch in the room, which was conveniently facing the mirror. ‘so what do you want to drink?’ Yuta asks, walking across the room to the small fridge in the corner. ‘I have beer, whiskey, vodka, wine…’ he says, rummaging through the little fridge. ‘tea or a glass of water would be nice…’ you reply, Yuta laughing at your response. ‘you’re really boring.’ he says, pouring himself some whiskey and putting the kettle on for your tea. ‘I have to drive home…’ you reminded him. he sits down next to you on the couch, handing you your tea. ‘thanks for supporting me tonight, I really appreciate it.’ he thanks you, turning himself slightly to face you. ‘not as much as the fans appreciated it though…’ you say, gesturing to his still naked torso. ‘oh sorry… am I making you uncomfortable?’ he asks sarcastically, placing his hands on his chest to cover himself up. you once again notice his hands and how attractive every vein running down his arms are. he notices you staring, the air becomes thick and you completely zone out. subconsciously you both move closer to one another, both of you trying to keep focus but you just end up saying weird shit to one another and without even thinking you’re on his lap.

your lips are centimeters apart, foreheads touching and your heavy, nervous breathing seals the deal. his lips meet yours as his hand travels up your neck to your hair and grips tightly, your hands cupping the sides of his face and his other hand making it’s way under your underwear. ‘we should stop…’ you say breathlessly in an attempt to potentially save your friendship. ‘no we don’t…’ Yuta replies kissing you harder than before, his tongue intertwining with yours (and your friendship leaving the door). he flips you over so that he is hovering over you on the couch, his hands lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the ground. your bare torso feels the cold sensation of his rings as his hands roam your body, snaking down to your pants. he quickly removes your pants and throws them to the side, his hands moving towards your core. you look up to see yourself naked in the reflection of the mirror, seeing only Yuta’s back and head. he moves down to your heat, his head between your thighs and all you can see is the filthy reflection of you two in the mirror. he starts eating you out, making it impossible to keep quiet. ‘let them hear you…’ he says, moving his fingers toward your entrance and entering two fingers. his tongue licking your clit and his fingers moving in and out of you got you in a trance. ‘Yuta, I’m close…’ you say heavily, earning a grin from him. ‘cum around these pretty fingers you like so much…’ he says, pushing in and out of you faster until your cumming and squirting all over his hands and face. ‘such a good girl…’ he says, wiping his face with his dry hand.

you hear his belt unbuckle, his pants falling slowly to the floor. you feel embarrassed all naked like this, especially in front of your (former) best friend. ‘fuck, you’re beautiful…’ he says, finally removing his underwear to reveal his dick. even his dick was pretty, you don’t know how someone can be this attractive. just looking at his bare body, hooded eyes, tattoos and piercings could feed your fantasies and make you cum. ‘you look so cute naked… we might have to do this more often so I could see how cute you can get’ he says, teasing your entrance with his dick. ‘stop teasing me, please…’ you manage to whimper. ‘what do you want me to do then?’ he asks devilishly, removing himself from your entrance. ‘I want you to fuck me…’ and before you could end the sentence, he was fucking you hard. the sounds echoing in the room as his dick slams in and out of you, you’re heavy panting adding to the atmosphere. his left hand moving to your neck, slightly choking you. the sensation arousing you even further, it made you smile even. his right holds your one thigh, pushing it against your body as he moves even faster than before… you were going insane. your toes were curling from the pleasure, you knew you weren’t gonna last any longer and neither was he. ‘I’m gonna cum…’ you moan softly, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second after he was looking at your body the entire time. ‘cum for me…’ he pants in your ear, his abdominal muscles contracting with every thrust. ‘fuck you feel so good…’ Yuta says, earning a grin from you. before you could even think of anything else to say, you reached your high again. cum pouring out of you, your body shaking from what just happened. Yuta slowly pulls out and watches the cum drip down onto the couch, the sight making him want more.

before you could gather your senses he flipped you over once again so that you were straddling him. he looked into your eyes as you were hovering over him, his lips meeting yours again. he moves his lips to your neck, then to your chest as he leaves marks all over your body. ‘turn around’ he says, signaling for you to turn around so that you were facing the mirror on top of him. you quickly face the other way, now looking at yourself in the mirror and Yuta’s hands crawling along the sides of your body, one moving to your neck, the other moving to your clit. he starts circling your clit while kissing your neck from the back, him looking at your sensual reflection as well. the moans coming from you filled the room (and the hallway) as his hand moved faster around your clit. you were close to climaxing but before you could Yuta removes his hand and places it on your thigh. he lifts you slightly over his dick and he starts thrusting into you from below, your body automatically syncing up with his thrusts. the sight of you bouncing on his dick made him feel a certain way, and him knowing you’re seeing yourself all ruined like this made him even more turned on. ‘look at how pretty you are, fucked raw…’ he whispers into your ear, your core clenching at his words. ‘I want you to see how cute you look when my cum leaks out of you…’ he says thrusting even harder as if it was even possible. the hand that was on your neck moved to your breast, teasing your nipple as you were so close to cumming for the third time that evening. ‘Yuta I can’t…’ you say breathlessly, you can’t hold it in anymore. you were reaching your high for the third time but Yuta didn’t stop thrusting in and out of you until you were a cumming, squirting mess. his dick hitting you so deep it felt like you were gonna break. when he finally pulls out of you, he takes your jaw in his hand and he forces you to look at your reflection in the mirror. he forced you to look at your fucked out face, shaking body, heaving chest and the cum running down your thighs. he gently lifts you up and places you down on the (not cum smeared part) couch. ‘see this is what happens when you compliment me!’ he says, giving you a kiss to the forehead. he went to the bathroom to go clean up and you were understandably confused and shocked. you gather your clothes that were on the floor and you quickly put them on. you look at the cup of tea on the table and you feel sorry for everything it just witnessed.

‘I should get going.’ you say as Yuta comes out of the bathroom. ‘Hey, wait…’ Yuta says, trying to stop you from leaving. ‘What?’ you ask, kinda confused and rattled by everything that just happened. you were expecting Yuta to end the friendship. you thought he wanted to cut all ties with you now that things were awkward as fuck. Yuta looked into your eyes and he asks you… ‘I was wondering… there is a new Sanrio store that opened and I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out with me?’

thanks for reading… I absolutely loved this request, we need more people like anon who asks and requests what society needs! this is inspired by my love for Yuta’s hands cause when I see them hands I started barking like a damn dog!

[chosonore]

part three | epiphany

epiphany [noun. a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you ]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.  

wordcount: 9.1k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, angst, smut!!!!, dom!noritoshi, noritoshi is mean, oral sex, fingering, begging, edging, biting? (he gives u a bite like once), dry humping, riding, lowercase intended [UNEDITED]

a/n: i... will not comment on this. lmfao i can’t believe i wrote all of this filth. please have mercy on me, this is the first time i’ve every written smut and i’m not really good at it fhuewhiu (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) i think this is the angstiest chapter by far but i promise, no more from the next chapter on! i hope you enjoy (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ will also add the series playlist to the masterpost so check it out if you wanna!

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noritoshi watched as you angrily stormed out of the room, slamming the door forcefully. he leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. now you've gone and done it. the words came out harsh and hurtful, force of habit deeply engraved into his brain. never was it his intention to hurt you so deeply, to push you away. but it was the only way to protect you from his family. noritoshi was well aware that he was a mere pawn in the stupid game that the clans were playing. he was the golden child, only accepted into the family because of his cursed technique. the cruelty he experienced was something he would never forget. he seeked revenge, for his mother and himself. but this was his own problem to handle, not wanting to drag his mother or you into this mess. 

for years, noritoshi had suffered quietly, his only motivation being the protection of his mother and you. rarely did he ever show any emotion, nor did he know many to begin with - but he knew he loved you. his suppressed adoration brought out ugly facettes of his personality: jealousy, frustration, anger. if his family ever caught wind of how much he loved and cherished you, it'd be the end for the both of you. he didn't doubt that they'd already arranged a partner for him to marry. noritoshi hated how they held onto traditions that had no place in this time any more. how they still engaged in these petty clan fights when now it was most crucial to stick together. he swore to himself, as soon as he would become clan head, everything was going to change. but until then, he had to get through this.

how much longer he could deal with this, he wasn't sure. it did bother him that you got so much attention from everyone else; it irked him even more to see that you flirted back sometimes, completely unaware of the effect you had on them. his heart yearned to be yours. as much as he didn't want to be selfish, he couldn't help but indulge. noritoshi still felt your lips on his, your smooth skin, how pliable you were in his arms and how you gave in, into him. was it unfair of him? he supposed so. if he ever got the chance to explain the entire issue to you, he would have to beg for your forgiveness, undoubtedly.

summer rolled around faster than you’d anticipated - it meant that you could finally get some room to breathe and just do nothing for a while. the third years had graduated a week prior, making you feel a little sad and wistful. you’d miss todo a lot now that he left the school but made him promise that he would drop by whenever possible. noritoshi however- you hadn’t spoken a word to him ever since that incident. it was frosty between the two of you, even the teachers had noticed and tried to not let you close to each other. while you hadn’t thought about him in a while, sometimes the thoughts were creeping up on you. some type of closure would have left you feel more at ease but having talked to your mum about the issue, it helped you move on. regardless of how he had made you feel, you would live your life for yourself now.

summer break was long and you didn’t have anything in particular planned - the two main events were your summer vacation with miwa as well as your training camp at tokyo tech. the spring tournament also had its good sides, you guessed, you were able to ask shoko and gojo to teach you over the summer. having witnessed shoko’s healing abilities first hand, you were hellbent to become as good as her. never again would you feel anxious and useless about your skills, you would become an excellent on field healer. you were looking forward to spending time with everyone there as well, especially since yuta was coming home for the summer break. you couldn’t shake the little crush you had on him, it creeped up on you whenever you talked on the phone or texted each other. subconsciously, you hoped that something would bloom out of it but hope was a fickle thing that could quickly turn into misery.

before you left for tokyo, you decided to visit your parents at the kamo estate, hoping that you wouldn’t run into noritoshi on your way there. as far as you knew, he was busy on missions, rarely ever coming home. you greeted the guard at the front entrance, making your way to your family’s little house near the outskirts of the estate. despite the uncomfortable atmosphere that was surrounding the entire estate, you still couldn’t help but fall in love with the gardens and sculptures over and over again. you couldn’t lie, growing up here was wonderful. deciding to make a little detour to the koi pond, you skipped towards the arch bridge. below you, the fish were happily swimming around, glimmering in all kinds of colours. you peered at them, leaning against the railing. as a child, you always liked to dip your feet into the water on hot summer days, promptly earning a disapproving glare from your mum. you always ignored her though, claiming that she couldn’t stop you from getting some kind of refreshment.

as you watched the koi and took in your surroundings, footsteps made you halt in your musings. one of the kamo elders must have gone on a stroll around the gardens; you whirled around to greet the person. your throat grew dry and constricted when you saw noritoshi walking towards you, looking so casual and carefree in his loosely tied yukata. should you greet him? after all, this place was his in some way. but your friendship (could you even call it friendship?) ended on a bad note, did you really owe it to him? neither of you made a sound until he stood next to you, leaning against the railing. you tried your best not to look at him and focused on the pond below you, staring so intensely that you thought you might have lasered some holes in the surface beneath you.

how much longer would you stand here? could you just leave? but then, wouldn’t it be even more awkward? not that you cared anyways. you hadn’t talked to each other in months. as you pushed away from the railing, noritoshi cleared his voice and turned his body towards you. 

“y/n.”

you froze in your steps, looking at him like a deer in headlights. behind you, the wind was rustling up the leaves, adding to the tense and awkward atmosphere. you tried not to scream at him in frustration - it would only end up in yet another fight. yet, noritoshi looked strangely vulnerable in this state, seemingly not knowing what to say to you either. it appeared he simply spoke to you without considering how to further the conversation. he looked like he wanted to reach out to you but simply didn’t know how. you couldn’t fall for this - it had happened before.

“how have you been? i heard you’re going to tokyo tech for training,” he started after a moment of hesitation and gave you a wry smile. huh? you were confused. why was he asking you about this now? it was because of megumi and yuta, wasn’t it.

“it’s… it’s none of your business,” you said with a strained voice. even though you felt uncomfortable with his presence around you, you couldn’t take a step away from him. perhaps you were hoping for an explanation from his side. perhaps you were just relieved to see he was okay, after all the missions he’d already been sent on. “i don’t see how i owe you an answer after… everything that happened between us.”

noritoshi stayed silent, balling up his fists. “you’re right. i’m sorry,” he mumbled, hiding his hands in the sleeves of his yukata embarrassed. “i… i want to explain myself. at least as much as i can tell you and if you’re okay with it. can we move it somewhere more private? i don’t want any of the elders seeing us.”

you hesitated. on one hand, noritoshi sounded sincere but your history spoke for itself. and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. like a moth to flames, you were always drawn to him. like the center of your universe, everything revolved around him. curiosity got the better of you, nodding before you could stop yourself. noritoshi let out a sigh in relief, stepping towards a more secluded area on the estate, one that you were very familiar with. as children, you used to spend time there a lot, hidden from your parents eyes and without any care in the world. the little corner was surrounded by tall cherry trees, adorned with smaller bushes and a little bench underneath the tree crowns. as noritoshi made his way there, he glanced behind him, making sure that you wouldn’t just leave him and vanish. true to your word, however, you trudged behind him and kept your distance. not once did you look him in the eyes, avoiding his gaze altogether. you were afraid it would make you weak in your resolve, walls crumbling and falling apart like paper mâché.

arriving at the bench, the two of you sat far apart, mirroring the distance between your hearts. you reminisced the old times, the memories making you queasy. whenever you spent time here as children, you would sit close to each other and read books together or just told each other stories. all that’s left was bitterness, heavy and suffocating on your tongue. “what is it that you wanted to tell me?” you questioned him, folding your hands on your lap. you were clenching your hands hard to keep them from trembling, not wanting to show him any weakness.

noritoshi was questioning his own resolve - he shouldn’t tell you anything, should’ve stayed away from you. the yearning was too strong; it was one of the few times he would ever get to see you again before being sent to yet another mission. noritoshi wanted to be selfish, to savour your presence until he was satisfied. maybe you would understand, at least a little bit. he didn’t expect you to forgive him, nor did he think you would let him crawl back into your space. but being close to you was enough.

“i know no amount of apologizing is going to make this better or even take the pain you’ve felt from my treatment but i want you to know that i’m really sorry. you didn’t deserve that whatsoever. i can’t tell you the exact reason why but- but i don’t want to leave you in the unknown any longer,” noritoshi recited his reasons so fast that you almost weren’t able to follow. with each word, your confusion visibly grew. but instead of feeling anger, as you should have, your heart grew heavier with disappointment. his confession was somewhat of closure but not quite. why couldn’t he tell you the reason? was it really so important? important enough to hurt you? you couldn’t understand and you didn’t want to.

“i don’t understand. why can’t you tell me? in case you didn’t realize yourself, this entire thing makes no sense. i don’t understand why you suddenly started hating me. we were close friends, we grew up together. are you telling me you never felt that way? that you weren’t and still aren’t able to trust me with this… reason? and why would you dump this onto me now? i would’ve been content not knowing anything at all,” you vented frustrated, sending him a glare. noritoshi was taken back by your outburst, gnawing at his bottom lip as he looked at you guiltily.

“i… fuck, i don’t know how to explain this without giving away too much, okay? i know it’s stupid but it’s complicated and i don’t want to drag you into this. i trust you, more than i trust anyone but this wasn’t… it wasn’t because i didn’t trust you,” noritoshi took a deep breath. “my entire goal was to protect you by keeping you away from me. and yeah, that was the only way.”

“but why-”

“now that i’ve left school, i’ll most likely be traveling a lot… i won’t be able to see you, let alone keep my eyes on you to make sure you’re okay. i just wanted to be fucking selfish for once, just needed to see you again. you don’t want to see me, i get it. i’ve been nothing but cruel to you and i don't expect you to ever forgive me. but i promise i'll make it up to you."

"noritoshi," you clenched your jaw, brows furrowed as you leaned over, jabbing your finger at his chest. "i don't want to play this game of cat and mouse with you. let's just stay away from each other, okay? nothing good comes out of it anyways. either you want me by your side or you don't, easy as that. you don't get to decide when to get back into my life just because you feel like it."

you just couldn't show him how hurt you were. whatever opening you would reveal, noritoshi would use it against you. he had always been and will always remain your weak point. you made peace with the fact that he was your first love but would probably not be your last. a dam broke inside you as you felt the warmth of his chest, memories flooding your senses. that day was long forgotten, exiled out of your memories until now. there was never a moment that allowed you to reflect on it. you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it and his confession had confirmed the suspicions. noritoshi wasn't the type to engage with people he strongly disliked, much less be intimate with them. there was more to it that he simply refused to disclose to you. you had to put an end to this endless circle - a clean cut until the two of you were ready to face each other again.

taking a deep breath, you withdrew your hand and clutched it to your chest. "this isn't going to work out the way it is. you keep pulling and pushing, without giving me an explanation and- and i'm tired of it. i'm tired of getting hurt. i used to like you a lot, i had a crush on you-"

"you what?" noritoshi visibly paled, unnoticeably inching closer to you. he never realized.

"-and i kept hoping that one day you would return the feelings. i'm a fool, for thinking we could ever get anywhere," you smiled bitterly, slowly getting up from the bench. "let's go back to being enemies, okay? pretend this never happened. it's obvious we need to grow as people, independently from each other. maybe it's good that we'll go separate ways… if fate wants it, we'll find back to each other. and hopefully by then, you'll have a good explanation."

conflicted, you didn’t take another step, staring down at him. he looked small and meek as he sat there with his usually broad frame hunched over and kept his eyes on the grass below him, fiddling with his fingers. as if sensing your gaze on him, noritoshi tilted his head to look at you. his mind was elsewhere, far far away. he didn't realize he was staring at you with blank eyes until you came closer and leaned down concerned. you were so close to him, he could almost feel your breath fanning across his skin. you liked him. noritoshi fucked up, majorly, and he felt like everything was slipping from his fingers. his carefully constructed walls, the mask he kept on at all times and the unwavering resolve to push through until he'd become the head of the clan, they all came crumbling down when you announced that you would leave for an indefinite amount of time.

"don't leave," the words came out like a whisper, barely audible in the chimes of the wind. your eyes widened ever so slightly at his words, heart clenching at the sight of such a vulerable noritoshi - a reflection of your 'toshi. he reached out to you, hesitantly glasping your hand in a weak grip. as if he was afraid, prepared even, that you would go anyways. "please," he pleaded a second later, intertwining your fingers with his. like the wings of a hummingbird, your heart was fastly beating at this display of intimacy. it made you feel warm and cold at the same time, filling you with dread and the looming fear of consequences.

but what would he do if his last source of hope would leave him? ever since his mum left, he sparsely had contact with her until the contact eventually ceased to be. never did she reach out to him or react to his attempts to rekindle the relationship. throughout his adolescent years he had lonely, the guilt gnawing at his conscience. if only he could be stronger, more resilient. stand up to the elders and stand tall and proud, being nobody else but him. you gave him hope, that he could someday return to you, even if it remained a simple friendship. a beacon of light would always be one as there was always light at the end of the tunnel. panic filled his head as he realized that you would abandon him and this time it would be final.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," noritoshi mumbled in a begging tone and slowly drew you closer, until you stood between his legs. his face was basked in the evening light, accentuating all the features you liked about him. his kind, steel blue eyes that harboured depths of emotion and mystery like a restless ocean. his long hair that flowed with the wind, not being wrapped up in the bindings for once. the wisps of hair that framed his slim face. it was an unusual sight, making your heart clench in melancholy. he looked so innocent like this, the gentleness in his facial expressions more visible now. as if feeling your resolve slipping away, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and pressed his face in your chest, exhaling shakily and slowly. you let him, gently petting his hair.

underneath his breath, noritoshi murmured something. his voice was muffled in the fabric, making it difficult to understand what he was saying. you made a confused sound, leaning down slightly to better listen to him. not expecting him to move as well, you suddenly found yourself face to face with him and much closer than before. "i love you," he breathed out, pressing his lips against yours in a fluid motion. they felt scalding against yours, as if reminding you to stay away and yet soft, inviting you back in. finally gasping for air, you pulled away, fingers coming up to touch your tingling lips. noritoshi gave you a hopeful look, fingers dancing across the expanse of your back.

slowly, you backed away from him, avoiding his glance. you were in shock, not being able to process his confession. the entire confrontation had quickly escalated and you weren't able to follow. though the words made your heart clench, you couldn't help but feel like they were empty words. empty, simply thrown into the mix to elicit some kind of reaction from you. "i'm sorry, noritoshi. i- i can't return this, nor do i… i don't feel like i can believe you," you told him with a heavy heart. he opened his mouth, about to retort something when you cut him off. "please just let us move on from this, okay? i- i'll leave now." you sprinted away from him, tears stinging in your eyes. how could words that you've always wanted to hear hurt this much? how dare he play with your emotions like this, using your weakness to his advantage. he wasn't serious, and you were sure of it. there was no way in hell, after all those years that he'd spent being a menacing asshole.

love was a fickle thing but what was it between noritoshi and you? treading the line between love and hate, tilting more towards the other but not quite. never far apart and connected to each other like an invisible thread of fate was intertwined between you. it wasn't love and it wasn't hate but everything in between.

you stared at the piece of paper in your hands, mildly offended. how dare gojo? why would he do this to you? yeah right, because he liked to see you suffer. and he wasn't even here to get an earful from you. clenching your teeth, you tossed the note on your table and moved towards your closet to pack. it was no use complaining about it, in the end the mission had to be accomplished either way. years you'd gotten away with rarely ever meeting noritoshi. the sorcerer community wasn't big to begin with but with skill and determination, you were able to dodge every encounter. the handful of times you met, he always kept his distance though you always felt his watching eyes on you. megumi had told you that noritoshi was to become clan head soon - the elders had finally given in and the handover would be taking place soon.

apparently noritoshi had proven himself to them, both in strength and leadership skills. even you had taken notice of this. you'd only caught a brief glimpse at him at the last gathering but could tell that he had matured, exuding an authoritative and strong aura. but you had grown as well, no longer the meek girl you had been. you were more confident in your skills now thanks to your diligent training with shoko and yuta. moments of insecurity rarely entered your mind anymore. the relationship, or rather lack thereof, between you was rather frosty now, merely limited to an awkward greeting or a simple nod. the tension was palpable, no one wanted to come in the line of fire. for the most part, people had left you alone and not dared asking about the issue, not even your own mum. but of course, gojo then had to enter and send you on this stupid mission that apparently had to be done in pairs. you would’ve been fine with anyone but noritoshi.

it was a rather unpleasant curse that you had to deal with, gojo told you that it required two people to keep it in check. though you didn’t understand his reasoning, seeing as noritoshi was a grade one sorcerer now. gojo had simply left you a note on your door after he left for his own business (pure cowardice, in your opinion). the note let you know that you would be staying overnight, gojo had already booked a hotel room for you and gave you instructions for the report that you had to fill out later. you were to meet up with noritoshi at the hotel before then heading out to investigate, work out a strategy before attacking. you sighed, tossing the bag near the door before crawling in your bed. how would you face him again, for an extended period of time, after all those years of silence? it was best to just get it over and done with, efficiently and quickly. depending on how fast you were, you might even be able to catch the last train home. you couldn’t sleep, feeling restless and anxious about the entire situation. still, you closed your eyes, trying to get your mind to rest. but all that floated around in your brain was the sound of rustling leaves, accompanied with soft lips on yours.

coincidentally, noritoshi was already in the city the curse was situated at, deciding to then check into the hotel first before you’d meet up. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous - he didn’t know how to navigate the entire mission with minimal communication. he knew you didn’t want to talk to him, choosing to give him curt and snappy responses instead. cooperating was out of question, you disliked his presence and he could feel it. seeing that gojo had coordinated this (instead of doing the mission himself, like he was supposed to), noritoshi didn't expect anything to go well. weeks prior, gojo had pestered him about the title that was bestowed upon him. "so what's your first deed as the kamo clan head?" he had questioned noritoshi, grinning from ear to ear. noritoshi had shrugged and simply told him that he would go about his day. there were no plans, not yet at least. "so you're not gonna go and woo your lady?" this all knowing idiot. just thinking about it made his blood boil again.

noritoshi’s patience was already wearing thin upon seeing that gojo had booked one room for the two of you. with one bed only. he swore that gojo's secret skill was to give everyone headaches. complaining was useless, the hotel couldn't give him another room as everything was booked out due to it being the summer holidays. they'd deal with it somehow, even if he would have to sleep on the floor. noritoshi was placing his bag and outerwear in the closet when the door clicked, signaling that you'd arrived. for a brief moment, your eyes met but as soon as they did, your eyes had flitted somewhere else. you placed your bag on a nearby chair, rummaging in it until you found your sword and other supplies that you would be taking with you.

noritoshi remained silent, not wanting to upset you. he waited until you were ready to go, soundlessly following you. it was awkward but expected. at first, he was somewhat able to tell what you were looking for and gave you pointers in the right direction. it seemed to irritate you and you started venturing off on your own, simply leaving him behind. it frustrated him, after all you had a job to be done and needed to be as careful as possible. as a result of your uncooperativeness, it took longer than usual to map out a strategy. even longer because you refused to follow his suggestions and rather made up your own, knowing full well that they weren't as efficient.

the aftermath was… rather unpleasant. while there were no casualties, the two of you looked absolutely filthy and were in need of a good shower. noritoshi was angry, he didn't want to blame you but the entire situation got incredibly messy because of your stubborn head. hadn't you attacked him on your own, he would've been able to get rid of the curse swiftly. you'd snapped at him, asking him what his problem was. after all, the mission was finished and over with. involuntarily, noritoshi had to snort. you came back to the hotel late, far past midnight and still, you had the nerve to nag on him the entire way there. he'd let you use the shower first before hopping in himself. without a word you left the hotel room to grab yourself some snacks, stomach growling in protest.

noritoshi was seldom petty; as he put his robe on and entered the room, discovering that you hadn't come back yet, he promptly decided to give you a taste of your own medicine and stubbornly take the bed. what would you do about it now? he was peacefully reading a book in the dim lighting of the room when you came back. you almost dropped the snacks that you grabbed, narrowing your eyes at him. noritoshi ignored you, turning another page in the book unbothered. huffing in annoyance, you stomped over to the other side of the bed. noritoshi continued to ignore you.

"i'm not sharing a bed with you," you stated, crossing your arms in defiance. you didn't have any other solution but you were not going down without a fight.

noritoshi just narrowed his eyes at you and replied equally annoyed: "childish much, huh? just put some pillows between us if it bothers you that much. we're adults, for fuck's sake. and we've shared beds before, so i don't know what your problem is."

at this point you were fuming, you'd rather sleep on the floor than go anywhere near him. you wanted to wipe that stupid look off his face because you knew he was right and he knew it too. you were being childish and you couldn't deny it. there was no real reason to the quarrel, you wanted to be as insufferable as possible.

"it's different now!" you hissed indignantly. noritoshi looks at you incredulously, not getting your point. "you're a man now and- and it makes me uncomfortable!"

truthfully, it was more the fact that you were painfully aware of his presence now. noritoshi hadn't noticed but your feelings came crashing back in, filling the entirety of your being with yearning. each and every time he came too close, you dashed and didn't give him the opportunity to look at your face. the pained expression on your face was obvious, you weren't able to hide it. despite the hostility, you couldn't help but care. no matter how much you denied it, you would always habour feelings for him and were very much attracted to him.

"that's why i told you to put pillows between us??"

okay, that's it. "i can't stand being anywhere near you! you're a prick and i hate you," you snarled at him. to seal the deal, you hurled one of the pillows at him and watched triumphantly as it hit his chest. the angry look in noritoshi's eyes, however, told you that you fucked up. gritting his teeth, he tossed his book aside and lunged to grab you. you squeaked in surprise and wiggled out of his grasp, wrestling out of his arms until you stumbled and awkwardly landed on the bed, beside him. noritoshi keeps a tight grip on you, glaring down at you. now you've really crossed the line. 

all confidence left your body when he hissed: "what. is. your. problem." you fucked up, royally. once noritoshi was mad, you were in for a ride. it was best to keep him in good spirits, appease him a little so he would ease up. you scrambled panicky and tried to apologize, pathetically wiggling in his arms.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i didn't mean it, please let me go!"

noritoshi kept a steel grip on you, moving between your legs and pinning your hands to the mattress. his face inched closer, you could feel his breath fanning across your neck. you stayed still, breath hitched as you waited for his next move. noritoshi's voice was raspy, lilting with an emotion that you couldn't decipher. "you're being a brat, y/n. look at yourself, you've hurt me… tsk, how are you going to make it up to me?"

you couldn't tell whether he was joking or genuinely hurt - your intuition told you that he was simply playing with you as payback. no matter how far away you strayed, you always seemed to find yourself back in this position. he was hypnotizing, alluring even. not giving him a reply, you stared at the ceiling, frozen in thought. while you'd been intimate on more than one occasion, noritoshi had never acted this way. so… possessive and strict, the tone in his voice told you that he wasn't up for any more quarreling. you were at a loss for words. 

noritoshi, not being happy with not receiving an answer, decided to take matters in his own hands. he nipped at your neck playfully, making you yelp in surprise before pressing kisses against your neck. your skin was tingling, shots of electricity moving up your spine. when there was no objection on your end, noritoshi took it was an okay to continue. hands squeezing yours, he resumes his work, giving you soft and almost unnoticeable kisses. other times, he was pressing harder, sucking your skin gently. you wondered whether he left some marks - delirious on pleasure, your mind focused back on him.desire overtook you, no longer was your rationality at the forefront. in the depths of your heart, an emotion that rarely made an appearance emerged. it was flooding your senses, your conscious and mind, begging you to give in.

by the time noritoshi reached your lips, you were writhing. you expected him to kiss you but then he stopped, making you involuntarily whimper. you wanted more, wanted to savour it. a small smile found its way onto his lips as he brushed your hair back and cupped your chin, making you look at him.

and you swore that he knew, he just had to know what a mess he's already made of you in such a short amount of time as he asked, "what's wrong hm? what do you need, baby?" you fell for it, hook line and sinker. you thought to yourself, fuck it, the opportunity was right there. he may be an insufferable dick and you might fight more than you get along but the opportunity was there and god, did you want to be selfish. for just one night, you wanted to be his. you leaned up to kiss him but noritoshi pulled back, clicking his tongue, repeating again and this time more firmly, "what do you need?" 

you couldn't help but stare at him, how his slightly damp hair framed his face, his chest that was exposed by the loosely tied bathrobe and how it revealed parts of his thigh. you wanted to see more of him, touch him. there was a burning feeling inside your chest, it was clawing at your skin, trying to break free. you grew more restless as he stayed still and gave you a stern look until you grasped the hem of his sleeves and whimpered quietly, "please kiss me."

it felt like an eternity until he pressed his lips against yours, everything that was so unmistakably him flooded your senses. his scent wrapped around you until your brain couldn't make out any more coherent thoughts other than him. 'toshi, 'toshi, 'toshi, your 'toshi. he moved so languidly; his lips were warm and soft but bruising at the same time, kissing you with fervour. you began to ease into the kiss, letting go of all your inhibitions. you could worry about it later, you'd decided, this is a future you problem. you wiggled in his hold, hands coming up to push at his bathrobe. noritoshi didn't budge and continued to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip - your hands became more restless, desperate to touch him. he made an unenthused noise, biting your bottom lip as if warning you to not push him. still, he somehow obliged and sat back on his heels, taking his bathrobe off and throwing it haphazardly to the side. 

he looked ethereal, somewhere in the distance you thought you can hear angels singing. you reached out to touch him again, earning you yet another warning glance from him. “where do you get the confidence to do whatever you want after that little stunt you pulled earlier?” he questioned you in a low voice. whatever snarky remark you had on your tongue was thrown out of the window when noritoshi leaned down to touch you, slowly pushing your oversized shirt up to reveal your shorts, then your bra. 

your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn't tell what he was thinking because even in this state he kept his perfect poker face on. and when he undressed you, you almost felt embarrassed of how eager you were to rid yourself of your clothes. yet you felt exposed - noritoshi didn't make a sound as he just studied you as if you were a luxurious meal presented on a silver plate, the sound of his breathing alone making you squirmish. he didn't give you the satisfaction of a compliment nor did he let you know what he thought, instead leaning down to kiss you again.

before you could deepen the kiss, he’s already moved down to your neck. you mewled in disappointment, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your hands in his hair. this time, he let you touch him, too absorbed in his mission to paint the skin of your neck in hues of red and purple. noritoshi moved lower when he was finally satisfied with his work of art, you’re a great canvas, he thought to himself. the burning feeling in your chest was flaring up again, you felt uncomfortably hot and the only relief you got was him touching you. he must know, he was doing this on purpose. you were convinced. a surprised gasp left your lips when his tongue swiped across your nipple before wrapping his lips around it. his fingers flicked the other one and- oh god did it feel so electrifying, so delicious, so good. you moaned his name, gently tugging on his hair as he continued his ministrations. “noritoshi,” you whimpered, trying to grind against his thigh. “please- please touch me.” he moved faster than you could react, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“i am touching you,” noritoshi responded matter-of-factly, cupping your breasts. “is this not enough?” you shook your head, making him chuckle. he took his sweet time, lathering your chest with the utmost attention. at this point you were sure you’d soaked through your panties and onto the sheets and you were desperate. finally, his lips left your nipple, his breath grazing them, making you shiver. he seemed to enjoy it, enjoy the effect he has on you, how you were writhing for him and him only. with swift movements, he removed your panties and your legs were thrown over his shoulders - how are his shoulders so broad - and he pressed kisses to your inner thighs. “look at you,” he cooed, glancing up at you. “you’re so wet for me and i haven’t even touched you here yet. are you craving me?”

“yes,” you mewled truthfully, wiggling your hips slightly. you missed how his face lights up in delight, loving how you’re slowly but surely coming undone for him. he was placing kisses everywhere but where you wanted him, where you needed him. you were at his mercy, he alone decided the pace. the desperate little tugs at his hair left him unbothered, you couldn't even move properly because he was keeping a tight grip on your hips, holding them down onto the mattress. “do you want me?” you nodded quickly. “then beg.”

"i'm not- i'm not gonna fucking b-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as noritoshi gave your inner thigh a bite. 

"language," he hissed in irritation. "we can do this all night, baby. i don't have any qualms about keeping you here, making you squirm until you know not to treat me like that." to emphasize his threat, his hands languidly stroked your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. goosebumps raised across your skin. noritoshi paid no mind to your laboured breathing or how you stared at him in disbelief. you would not beg him more than this, this stupid asshole, who did he think he is to expect you to do as he says? as if sensing that your attention wasn't on him anymore, one of his hands reached up to pinch your nipple.

you felt his fingers grazing your pussy, flicking over your clit but not quite touching it. yet the pleasure, coupled with the sharp pain of his pinching, was enough to make you delirious. you moaned his name, hips rutting up slightly to meet his hand. noritoshi pulled away abruptly and made you whine in frustration. "noritoshi!" you whimpered again, closing your eyes in embarrassment. "please just- just touch m-" 

you felt another, harder pinch, tingles shooting straight to your core. "look at me," noritoshi growled and you opened your eyes quickly, not wanting to disappoint him again.

"please touch me, please just… i need you, need your lips or fingers," you struggled to find the right words, huffing in frustration at your weak attempt to persuade him. "please make me cum, please. i'll be good for you, i promise, i promise. wanna be good for you." 

a sardonic smile graced noritoshi's lips, your begging music to his ears. he almost wished you could see yourself like this - the yearning evident in your eyes, your glossy eyes. what would you say? how quickly your resolve had crumbled, even though you'd vowed to yourself to keep him at an arm's length away from you. what was more heavenly to his ears are your moans and he intended to draw every last bit out of you tonight.

when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, a loud moan leaves your lips, you almost sob in relief. your thighs trembled slightly, threatening to close but noritoshi was quick to pry them open and delved deeper into your heat. he alternated between lapping at your folds, then dragging his tongue across your clit before giving it a suck. your hips rocked against his face, meeting his movements as if it was already second nature to them. you thought you were seeing stars when you inched closer to your climax. tugging at his hair you whimpered out his name, letting him know that you're close, so close. that's when he pulled away, smirking at you as your high slowly ebbed away. you made a noise in protest, brows pinching in frustration but noritoshi just cooed at you condescendingly. 

"you seem to forget who's in control here," he tsked at you, dragging his thumb across your clit. your hips jerked. "but, baby, you look so pitiful, i might just feel sorry for you." 

hope sparked in your eyes when he pressed a brief kiss to your lips before slipping his fingers past your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. "ride my fingers," he commanded and you reacted immediately, eagerly rutting against his fingers. you missed the dark glint in his eyes, the look that tells you you were not easily let off the hook whatsoever. pleasure was clouding your judgement, heightening your sensitivity to his touch. a loud moan fell from your lips when noritoshi curled his fingers, hitting a spot that otherwise was difficult for you to reach. your hand came up to cover your mouth, too embarrassed about other guests possibly hearing you.

noritoshi withdrew his fingers, thumb pressing against your clit. you gasped desperately, pawing at his chest to plead him to continue. "i want to hear you. don't you dare hide your moans," he told you, only sliding his fingers back into you when you complied. noritoshi was still kneeling, watching as you moved your hips against his fingers with fascination. while you'd kept a steady rhythm at the beginning, it was getting more and more sporadic. you were close again, noritoshi could tell. and yet it wasn't enough, he had to get you closer to the edge to then break you after.

"o- oh fuck," you cursed, gripping the sheets tightly as noritoshi moved his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot that made your toes curl. you were to close, you could cum, soon- 

"noritoshi!" a frustrated sob resounded from you as he pulled away, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. your hands came up to wipe the tears that were welling in your eyes. you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying as you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, licking your essence from them. the sight alone made you feel hot and bothered. in the dim light of the room, noritoshi looked downright sinful. the way his broad frame was casting a shadow over your form, his glistening eyes, the sheen of sweat on his body and how his hair was hanging in his face.

"please let me cum, please! i- i want you so bad, want you in me… noritoshi, please give me it," you begged quietly, crawling towards him. noritoshi felt his heart soften at your cute face - you were so easy to read, he enjoyed teasing you. small hands reached out for the bulge in his boxers, experimentally pressing and nudging at it. noritoshi hissed uncomfortably; he was painfully hard and ready to cum as well but he couldn't, not yet. wanted to play with you more, mapping out the entirety of your body until he memorized how you reacted to his touch.

swiftly flipping positions, he pulled you on top of him, placing you directly above his crotch. you sank down immediately, sighing shakily as you pressed your cunt against the bulge. the boxers had to come off, they were the last barrier. you had to feel his skin on yours, wanted to be closer. noritoshi's hands shot out to stop you, giving you a warning look. you understood, withdrawing your arms to rest on your sides. pressing his bulge against you, he guided your hips to move against it, folds dragging across the fabric of his boxers. the friction was delicious, especially when he rutted against you, pressing against your clit. it took you a few tries until you figured out a comfortable rhythm, placing your hands against his chest as you moved on your own.

noritoshi kept his eyes on you. brushing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you, he then rested them near your thighs. "are you close?" he inquired when your movements became quicker and you nodded in reply, giving him a pleading look. he raised his eyebrows at you, shaking his head ever so slightly. "you don't get to cum without my permission."

he could see the conflict and hesitation, dancing in your eyes, how you were contemplating to go against his commands. noritoshi's heart filled with pride when you slowed down, thighs trembling from the restraint you kept on yourself. "good girl," he rewarded you, leaning up to kiss you. you whimpered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. you were a sight to behold, noritoshi mused. slick spread across the fabric of his boxers and your thighs, kiss-bruised lips and the love bites that were blooming across your chest. he was proud to be able to have this effect on you. 

it didn't take long until you were close again, this time begging and pleading him to let you continue. noritoshi supposed he toyed around enough, ready to give you what you were so desperately craving. lifting you up slightly, he pushed his boxers down and reached to the side, fumbling with the drawers of the night table before being able to pull out a condom. you watched in curiosity, as he put it on then lined his member up against your pussy. he dragged the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, making you jump in surprise before letting you sink down. a long, relieved moan left your lips as you felt him fill you up to the brim. you'd never felt this full and good. jerking your hips against his slightly, your legs trembled as he perfectly hit that spot inside you effortlessly. his name fell from your lips like a mantra, letting everyone know that he was the one pleasuring you. 

noritoshi let you adjust to him before wrapping his arms around you to keep you in place, driving his hips up against yours in an almost punishing tempo. your lips parted in a silent scream, no sounds leaving them other than heavy breaths. "f- fuck, noritoshi! i'm so close, please let me have it, please-" you begged sobbing. you didn't think you could survive another edging, it would utterly crush you. knowing that you were at his mercy, you complied with his orders. never had you felt this much pleasure, with anyone. noritoshi accomplished what others could never - setting your nerves ablaze with a simple touch.

"cum for me." your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, leaving you writhing in his arms until you rode it out. noritoshi continued to move against you in a languid tempo, lovingly pressing kisses across your face. you slumped against his body exhausted, aftershocks still wracking through your body. he stroke your back gently, giving you a short kiss. "can you take another one?" he asked, making you look at him. though your mind was hazy, you could tell that he was caring, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible despite his mean side. you nodded, your words slurred as you told him: "mhmm, still want you, all of you."

noritoshi was laying you on the mattress, freezing mid-way as he hovered above you. could it be? there was no way. he brushed the thought off quickly, leaning down to kiss you. you sloppily returned the kiss, blindly moving your hands around until you found his, intertwining them happily. swiftly, he entered you again - now taking his sweet time. the pace was slow but filled with force, making you see stars. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his skin. you blinked in confusion as noritoshi whispered sweet nothings into your ear. tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him - you wanted him, so so much that it hurt you. you imagined you weren't in this situation, that this was simply intimacy between lovers. that you were his and he was yours, with no care in the world.

driving his hips against yours faster now, you could tell that he was close. lifting your hips to meet his movement, you whimpered against his lips. you wanted to pleasure him as much as he did you. the sight of his screwed shut eyes, panting heavily as he came, it nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs. noritoshi buried his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering quietly as he thrusted a few more times before coming to a halt. for a few minutes, you remain in this position, basking in the afterglow. he removes himself from you, telling you to stay put as he left to get some wet towels from the bathroom. as you laid there, your cunt wasn't the only thing that felt empty.

your eyes were glossing over and you were once again reminded of the fact that you couldn't have him. that he’s not your ‘toshi. you sat up slowly, spotting the mirror across the room. you stared at your reflection in your mirror, horrified at all the marks noritoshi had left behind and suddenly it dawned on you that you don’t understand why. you didn't care about each other - why would he mark you like this? your heartbeat sped up at the thought of him possibly, maybe, returning your feelings. that he wasn't just toying with your feelings to get back at you.

noritoshi returned, giving you a small smile as he signaled you to lift your arms a little so he could wipe you down. the gentleness in his actions made you sniffle emotionally; he paid attention to every single detail, making sure not to miss a spot. once done, he placed the towel on the nearby chair then returning to wrap you in the blankets and cradling you against his chest like a baby. the sound of his breath nearly lulled you into sleep. you leaned against his chest, sinking into the blankets. "are you okay? was i too rough?" noritoshi asked after a moment of silence. you didn't reply. why was he acting like this? as if you were a couple, as if he really cared. 

"y/n? you don't have to reply, but at least give me a hand sign, so i know you're okay," he repeated again, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you turned your head away from him, trying to hide your tears. it wasn't long before you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. noritoshi started panicking, fussing over you and tried to pry your hands away so you would look at him. repeatedly shaking your head, you pushed him away from you.

"w- why couldn't you always be this gentle to me?" the words finally left your mouth, accusatory. "i- i didn't deserve any of this treatment and i still struggle to understand why it happened. i should hate you, hate you so much and yet i don't? why can't you love me the way i love you?"

speechless, noritoshi pulled away from you, arms sinking to his sides. it made you sob even harder, thinking that he was going to leave you again, like he always did. he never stayed, only came to wreck havoc, leaving you to pick up the pieces. "y/n, i'm sorry, i-" he drew you in, pressing you against his chest. you were confused at your own outbreak of emotions, not sure how to calm down. "i'm not sure what you thought, but i meant it when i told you that i love you, all those years back," noritoshi mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

you shook your head vehemently. "i don't believe that, not for one second. you've hurt me for so long and suddenly you had a change of heart?"

"i know it's hard to believe, but i promise i'm not lying. i do love you. with all my heart," noritoshi lifted your chin slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes. gently, he kissed you. "back then, i wasn't able to tell you but… things have changed now and i'll tell you, okay? but not now, tomorrow-"

"no! you'll just leave again and act like nothing happened and i-" you panicked, clinging onto him as dread washed over you again. he was going to leave again, the mission was over after all and you'd go separate ways again.

"i'm staying." noritoshi said firmly, holding your hands so you couldn't flail around anymore. "i'm not leaving you, okay? go to sleep, i know you're exhausted… when you wake up, i'll be there. we'll discuss things in the morning."

"promise?" 

"i promise."

you didn't know why but this time, you trusted him. at least a little bit more than before. nodding slightly, you pressed your small frame against his. noritoshi's calming scent wrapped around you, lulling you into sleep. he watched as you fell asleep in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he settled as well, closing his eyes.

"i love you, y/n."

p.s.: i hurt myself writing this too haha but i swear this was it with the angst

[jaewin97]

Forever

This year for his birthday, Jaehyun’s only wish comes true.

Words: around 1k

Fluff

AN: this is my first written post so please bear with me! I wanted to create something for my valentine baby on his special day <3. 

   Jaehyun sighed as he finally sat inside the designated car that was supposed to drive him home. He took off his mask and reached for his phone quickly turning it on to be met with the time reading 8 pm and your smiling face staring back at him. 

He noticed he had a notification of a new message from you and he quickly unlocked it and opened it already feeling his heart rate pick up.

"hey baby, I know you're probably still filming but I wanted you to know that I spent the whole day thinking about you. I hate that I can't be with you on your birthday but know that I love you and I am always thinking of you.

your birthday gift should have arrived by the time you get home. get some rest babe I'll call you tomorrow.

happy birthday my Valentine baby ❤"

   Jaehyun felt his heart flutter as he saw your message, answering you quickly about how much he loves and misses you and thanking you for your sweet message.

His heart hurt knowing you were miles away and he couldn't see you because of the current pandemic. He missed you so much and despite calling, face timing, texting, and even sending pictures and voice recordings to each other constantly it wasn't enough. He had to have you by his side. He truly didn't realize how much you meant to him until he hadn't seen you for almost a whole year. He realized that he never again wanted to spend time away from you. 

With a tap on his shoulder he was snapped out of his thoughts as his driver informed him that they had arrived at his dorms.

   Jaehyun walked out of the elevator once he reached the 10th floor and made his way to his door quickly inputting the code and entering his dorm.

The lights were all off which he found extremely weird seeing as though it was still fairly early and his members usually were up until late at night. 

‘They probably went out to eat’, he thought as he took off his shoes and placed his backpack by the door.

As soon as he stood back up the lights flickered on and a chorus of "Happy birthday Jaehyun" and "Surprise" were heard.

To say he was startled was an understatement. All 22 of his members were standing in the middle of the living room with party hats and confetti poppers which were being aimed at him. He couldn't help but laugh as he realized his members had set up a surprise party for him.

   One by one his members went up to him and congratulated him.

"Wow you guys really caught me off guard" he laughed as he pulled away from Taeyong who was the last member to congratulate him.

"Yeah it took a while to plan and organize because everyone kept forgetting what they were in charge of," Taeyong laughed as he pulled away from the hug and turned towards the members as he spoke.

Jaehyun finally noticed that they had hung up birthday banners with his face on them and had blown up balloons and placed them all around the dorm. Seeing all the efforts his members went through he couldn't help but feel extremely touched that they did this for him.

"We even have a special gift area since there were so many presents," laughed Mark as he joined in on the conversation, quickly pointing to a corner near the living room window where Jaehyun saw all the gifts Mark was mentioning. There were different sized bags, fruit arrangements, gift baskets, and a huge box was right in the middle of everything wrapped in a bright red paper with white hearts everywhere. 

"OH which reminds me, it's time for the gifts!" Taeyong shouted as he turned to gather all the members.

"Already?" Jaehyun questioned "I just got here" he laughed as Taeyong grabbed Mark by his arm and dragged him towards the living room.

"Yeah just open them right now that way we can eat after" Kun said as he made his way to sit on an empty seat on the couch.

"Okay" Jaehyun said as he tried to make his way towards the corner of the living room where the gifts were, carefully maneuvering his way around his members who were sitting on the floor since the couch was full.

"Here I'll help pass you the gifts" Winwin spoke as he stood up from the floor and made his way to Jaehyun. 

"Open mines first!" Jungwoo screamed from somewhere on the living room floor "it's the bag with a whale on it." Jaehyun spotted the bag and opened it revealing a new hoodie.

"Ah thank you Jungwoo! I needed a new one" he smiled at the younger boy.

"Open the big box next! it was already here when we arrived I'm curious as to what's in it" Johnny said from the couch.

"Oh really? I think it must be from yn then" Jaehyun spoke feeling himself get giddy at the thought that it could be from you.

"Wow look he mentioned yn and he's already blushing" Haechan laughed 

"Shut up" Jaehyun responded earning laughs from everyone else.

He stepped closer to the box and waited for Winwin to finish moving the other gifts that were surrounding it.

"Okay open it" Winwin said as he moved to the side and pulled out his phone, earning a questioning look from Jaehyun "it's so yn can see you received it" Winwin laughed .

"Hurry on now" Doyoung encouraged with a bright smile.

Jaehyun nodded as he reached for a corner of the wrapping paper that was slightly ripped.

He ripped it off revealing the top of the box and before he could go any further the top flew open earning a startled yell from him.

"Surprise!" 

He nearly fell on the floor if it wasn't for Lucas who quickly grabbed him from behind. no way, he thought, this is a dream! he shook his head and cleaned his eyes with the back of his hands and looked back at the box only to be met with you staring back at him with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"It's real" Lucas laughed, making Jaehyun realize he was speaking out loud earning laughs from all 22 members.

"Get yn out of there Jaehyun!" Yuta laughed.

Jaehyun quickly snapped out of his trance and basically pounced on you the moment he and Winwin helped you out of the box. 

You pulled away a little bit and were face to face with a teary eyed Jaehyun.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" he said as he engulfed you in his arms.

“I came to surprise you for your birthday, but why are you crying baby?” you teased him as you wiped away a tear that managed to escape and roll down his dimpled cheek.

“I’m just so happy you’re here. I missed you so much I feel like I’m dreaming” he whispered as he leaned into your touch, completely forgetting you had an audience watching. At this moment in time there was no one else there but you and him. You were the only thing he saw.

“You’re not dreaming angel, I'm here.” you smiled as you pulled your hand away and instead wrapped it around his neck pulling him closer to you and finally feeling his lips on yours. 

Jaehyun relaxed into your touch and quite literally felt like there was an explosion going on inside his body. 

“I’m never letting you go” he whispered as you two finally pulled away to catch your breath, putting his forehead against yours. “Stay with me. Please”

You pulled back and watched him with wide eyes, not quit believing what you heard.

“I mean it. Move in with me, marry me. Just please don’t leave me again:” he said staring into your eyes and grasping your hands for dear life.

“Jae-”

“I love you. All this time that I couldn’t see you I realized that I never want to go through this feeling again. I want to be with you forever. I want to wake up with you by my side and I want to do it everyday for the rest of my life.” 

At this point your tears had started running down your face. No words can explain what you are feeling or even begin to grasp what’s running through your mind. The only thing you know is that you love Jaehyun and you want to spend the rest of your life with him too. So with a watery smile you nod a yes, not trusting your voice to say anything.

Loud cheers are heard throughout the dorm as Jaehyun quickly twirls you around and kisses you passionately as he sets you down. 

When you pull away you’re met with the rest of NCT clapping, whistling and even crying.

“I can’t believe we just witnessed this” Ten cried into Johnny’s arms as the elder rubbed his back and tried to calm him down.

“Wow, our Jaehyunie is growing up” Taeyong said with teary eyes.

    The rest of the night was full of laughter about how the members helped you and almost knocked you over while getting in the box, congratulations and hugs from your new family, and loving touches and kisses between you and your forever love.

[jaefluenza]

Puzzle Piece | Doyoung x Deaf!reader

“And somehow, you’ve become my everything.. my missing puzzle piece.”

Genre: fluff/angst

Pairing: Idol!Doyoung x Deaf!reader

Warning: sexual harassment, rape attempt.

puzzle piece by nct dream (ft. dreamies & 127)

The walk to your workplace is as peaceful as it usually been. You look at people strolling around the street with friends, laughing about nothing you know about. You wonder what are they laughing about. You also notice some people plugging a pair of wireless earphones. That must be the new design, huh. You thought. You wonder what it feels like to hear and talk. You’re always curious about music, tone, and voice. You wonder how do they sound and how does it feel to listen to them.

You always believe you’re meant to be deaf and mute. You had so much hardships in accepting your condition and with the help of your parents, you gained the confidence to accept yourself and have this mindset that being different is okay. Unfortunately, your parents died on a car accident when you were 17 years old. So you live with your grandmother. Your parents left you a small school for special needs to take care of where you teach sign language to deaf or mute kids. The principal is your father’s friend, someone that you think is odd. He always flirt with you, and sometimes he daringly touches you. You feel so uncomfortable working around him but you can’t leave the special school because you love the precious kids there.

When you get in the school, you greet the people who worked there as you walk towards the teacher’s room. After putting your things on the locker, someone approached you to tell you that the principal has requested for your presence at the office. You nod as you walk anxiously to the office.

You bow, “Good morning, sir. What can I help you?”

He smiled as he signals you to come closer. You obediently walk 2 steps forward.

“Good morning, beautiful. How are you today?”

You flinched before stepping backward from him. He was touching your cheeks and it disgusts you so much.

“What can I help you sir?” You emphasized.

“Alright. Alright. Today, our school received a special donation from the idol group called NCT 127. They will come and try interacting with the kids, and you’re gonna accompany them in the class.”

You tilt your head confusingly. You want to ask more but you hate being in the same room with the principal so you casually bow and head out. On the way back to the classroom, you notice your fellow teacher and tap her shoulder.

“Do you know what’s an idol group? The principal told me they’re coming here for charity.”

Dani smiled at you as she motions back, “They’re a group of singer. I’ve seen them, they’re so handsome. Daebak!”

Ah, boys. You thought. You start to wonder if they know how to communicate with sign language.

You went back to the classroom to greet your students. Oh, how much you love them, the pure souls who needs a lot of attention and affection. You love taking care of them, it reminds you about how your parents used to give you lots of love.

“Hey, everyone!” You greet the students as they smile at you innocently.

“Today, a group of singers is coming to our school, and they’re gonna interact with you guys. Are you guys happy to meet them?”

They nod excitedly as you smile back at them. While waiting for the mentioned boy group to come, you started the class, unaware that what’s gonna happen next will change your life forever.

The boys sit quietly in their van on the way to the school, until Taeyong starts a conversation awkwardly. “Is there any of you familiar with sign language?”

They all shake their heads in unison. “Well, do we have a translator or something?” Mark asked.

Yuta nods along, “Right, it might be quite hard to communicate with the kids.”

“Well, we didn’t hire any professional interpreter because they promised us they will help you all to communicate in the class. They said they have a common teacher there,” The manager explained.

“It’ll be alright. I’ve learned some basic sign language last night.” Doyoung claims proudly.

“I really can’t wait to meet the kids.”

After being informed that the visitor has arrived, you immediately told the kids that they’ll be seeing the group. They excitedly abandon their crayons and papers. You smiled before noticing Dani in front of the class. You told the kids to behave well and leave to open the door. Amazed by their amount, you bow to greet them.

Dani smiled at you before presenting you to the boys. “This is Y/n, our sign language teacher and the homeroom teacher of this class. She will help you communicate with the kids and I will interpret your conversation.”

Taeyong nods excitedly, “Thank you, so much. We’d like to learn sign language as well.”

You invite them to enter the class. The boys start waving at the excited kids.

“Woah, they’re so cute.” Mark said.

The kids wave at them cutely, smiling at the good looking boys.

“So, they are a group of singers who will learn with you today. Please welcome them!”

The kids start welcoming the boys in sign language. Dani interpret them, makes the boys smile widely.

“Hi, we are NCT 127! Nice to meet you, kids!”

The kids clap in sign language, and the boys start imitating their clap.

After class ended, the boys will have lunch with the kids. You were so amazed with how they were enthusiastic to communicate with the kids. They were learning so fast as well. You were about to go with Dani when a staff told you to go to the principal’s office. It feels weird, he never called you twice in a day like this. But you just go as you were told.

“Excuse me, sir. What can I help you?” You greet politely.

“Come here, why are you standing from afar like that?” He engages.

You step closer timidly, feeling weird with everything.

He immediately holds your hand tightly, making you flinch in shock.

You tried to scream but nothing came out. You use your entire strength to get out of his grasp, but of course he would be ten times stronger than you. You helplessly pray that anyone would help you as he dragged you to the corner of the room.

You begged him with your eyes, but he won’t listen. You tried to hit something around you to make a big sound, but then he slap your face.

Doyoung was just outside the toilet when he heard a big sound. He walks towards the sound curiously as he heard whimpers and small cries. He realized something is wrong when it comes from the principal’s office. He peeks through the keyhole and he gasped.

He saw you being laid down on a small table in the corner of the room. He didn’t think twice before knocking the door harshly. He hopes the maniac will stop his action but instead, “I’m not welcoming any guest right now.”

Doyoung curses loudly. He opened the unlocked door angrily. “Mr. Principal.” He called. You feel relieved when the psycho let go of your hand and push you out of his way. 

The principal moves around awkwardly at the presence of Doyoung. “Uh, What can I help you?” You know he can’t snap at him from bursting into the room because he’s one of the donators for their school. Doyoung said nothing. Instead, he walks towards you who’s crying soundlessly on the floor, feeling traumatized. He helps you standing up, fixing your outfit gently. He holds your hand tightly, leading the way to the door. “I am the witness of this sexual assault. I have the evidence. You will get arrested for this.”

You let yourself get dragged to the back side of the school. Doyoung pulls you closer to his body, soothing your worst mental state. He says nothing as he let you sob on his shirt. Still caressing your back, he sighs heavily. He wants to say only good things to do, but he’s not confident in his sign language skills. Still hugging you tightly, he takes his phone out of his pocket.

He typed something on his phone, before tapping your shoulder gently to show you what he typed. You wipe your tears before looking on the screen,

“Hey, everything’s going to be okay. I’m here for you, and I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. Cheer up, okay? :)”

You smiled at his words. You nod and smile weakly. You type back, “What’s your name?”

He excitedly types back, “Kim Doyoung. You can call me Doey, I’m basically a rabbit.”

You remember his name, Kim Doyoung, your hero.

After the incident with the principal and Doyoung, the school was investigated by the police as Doyoung has promised. The principal is arrested and now you became the new principal and the school’s rightful owner.

You texted Doyoung to express your gratefulness and you promised to treat him some food in your favorite restaurant. He happily accepted.

So, today on Thursday, you set an appointment with him in your favorite grilling place. You nervously check your appearance while waiting for him to arrive. A minute later, someone taps your shoulder gently. You turned around only to see a man with a mask and hat. You tilt your head confusingly. But then, he opens his mask a little bit and wave. You smiled as you waved back at him. He sits in front of you and puts his phone on the table, indicating you to read what’s on the screen.

“Hi, I’m Doyoung. I’m sorry, but I have to wear a mask and hat. I can’t be spotted by anyone, it could be dangerous for you.”

You nod at him, smiling at how he still looks so good despite the things covering him. You signal him to choose the menu. He immediately ordered something before shifting around in his seats. You signal him with a simple “What’s wrong?”

He cleared his throat nervously, before signaling you to focus on him. You did what he told you.

“Is this a date?” He signs. 

You let out a silent gasp before smiling widely. You take your little notebook from your bag before writing the answer for him.

“If you see it as a date, then it’s a date! ^^”

He laughs and you smile ear-to-ear even though you can only imagine what would his voice be like. 

At Saturday, Doyoung asked you to go to a small pet cafe owned by his aunt. When you peek by the window, your eyes sparkle in amusement upon seeing what’s happening inside. Doyoung and probably his aunt sitting on the bench, his aunt teaching him words in sign language.

(from inside)

Doyoung’s aunt instructed, “This is how you greet her. Instead of just waving, this means hi, how is your day? And this means did you eat?” Doyoung smiled before he clapped in delight. He knew his aunt could help him to learn sign language so that he would be able to communicate with you. His aunt was a voluntary teacher for kids with disabilities.

“Woah, cool. Oh, it’s her!” Doyoung’s eyes lit up when he saw you entering the pet cafe, wearing a beautiful white sundress with a fluffy bright outer. You waved at him, and as soon as his aunt moves forward to hug you, you feel so happy inside that someone besides your co-worker at school can communicate to you.

Doyoung immediately take his learning into practice as he stands beside his aunt to greet you.

“Hi, how’s your day?” He signed.

You replied happily, “My day is fine.”

You played with the dogs and even though Doyoung is still learning, nothing can stop you from having fun with him. You took dozens of pictures with him and the pets. You really feel like it was the happiest day you have. Not only your students listen to you without any chaos, but also you spend the rest of the day with your favorite person after your parents. Yes, Doyoung has become an important guy in your heart.

After the play, you bit your goodbye to his aunt and promise her to come again someday. He also bid his goodbye and walks away with you.

When he reach the block where he’s supposed to go left, he taps your arm to tell you something.

“Do you want to go to a concert with me?” He looks like he prepared himself to tell you that.

You tilt your head in confusion, why would he take you to a concert when you can’t even hear or feel the music.

He scanned your expression before coming to a realization that you might feel offended. He hurriedly take out his phone to write something. You wait patiently as he writes down what he would like to say.

“Don’t misunderstand. I have something to tell you at the concert. I’m working hard to learn sign language, so I can translate the songs to you. I’ll dance while interpreting ;)”

You smiled and nod. “I’ll come with you.”

A smile appears on his face as he understands what you told him. After bidding your farewell to him, you walk away from him, heading back home.

A month later, you go to the concert as you promised him. You were so scared to be judged or alienated. You look around your surroundings. There are so many girls holding a green block stick. You look up at every banner put up around the concert hall. NCT Dream? Why do they have the same first name as Doyoung’s group. I should’ve googled them first, you thought.

You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. It’s a text from Doyoung.

“Come to the 6b hall.” He wrote.

You immediately come to the hall he told you. You smile as soon as you found him near the big door, waving at you. You run towards him and hug him tightly, as if telling him that it was so scary to be surrounded by a lot of strangers.

He hugs you back, caressing your back. He took your hand before dragging you to the vip lounge. You stare at the big glass reflecting the huge concert venue. You looked at the stage in awe before asking him, “do you usually perform on that big stage?”

He nods, “Yeah, I performed here last year.”

As the concert begins, you remember their names after Doyoung showed you everything about NCT Dream. You acknowledge that these boys are Doyoung’s precious little brothers. It makes you excited to even just seeing them dance under the shining lights.

You can say that you enjoy the concert, with Doyoung beside you on the vip seats. Around you, there are no screaming girls with their merchandise but only Doyoung’s managers and bodyguards. As the boys finished their fifth song, you clap along with the audiences. You look at Doyoung, thanking him for interpreting the beautiful songs for you. On the sixth song, the lights around the stage are strangely turned off and the stage went dark.

You look at Doyoung, asking what is happening. But he’s only smiling, instead, taking your hands before he signs, “I have something to tell you. I will interpret this special song named Puzzle Piece.” He makes both of you stand as the lights now spotting on both of you. You furrowed your eyebrow, feeling anxious that everyone’s attention is now on you and him.

“What’s happening?” You ask him who is now standing in front of you. Before he gets to answer your concerned question, the lights around the stage were turned back on. The spotlight on both of you and the stage are connecting into an unexpected performance for everyone in the auditorium.

“As the suffocating world

I’m heading to is getting bigger

It makes me feel an emptiness somehow

What part would I take forward

and also what shape would be like

Even when myself can’t come to know it”

You glance back at the boys as they sing their heart out, sitting altogether on the stage beautifully, and then back to Doyoung.

“As if solving up the scattered pieces

We are matching up our stories

Inside the empty spot in my heart, there’s

a piece called you taking place”

You never know that there’s a man who can be this beautiful and that man right here is now confessing through your own language.

“I just know it first

At the moment I looked into your eyes”

You stare at him as he dances the language in a beautiful manner.

“You’re my missing puzzle piece,

Finally I solved it

You filled every piece of my heart without fail

You complete it all

And somehow you’ve become my everything

My missing puzzle piece”

You looked at the huge screens around the venue when you and Doyoung was on two of the screens. Your teary eyes make their ways to Doyoung, feeling touched by his efforts to confess his feelings to you, especially in front of the fans. You couldn’t hear everything around you, but you can feel the claps and hollers when Doyoung kneels in front of you. He stares into your eyes deeply before moving his hand gently to sign.

“Will you be my puzzle piece?”

Your eyes sparkled with tears before nodding softly. Doyoung stands up quickly and hug you in front of the huge crowds that are now watching the both of you, not the singing boys on the stage. After the song ended, the dreamies scream happily, cheering for their older brother. “Please give supports to both of them, everyone.” Renjun ended.

After the show ended, Doyoung leads you by holding your hand tightly in his to the backstage. He introduced you to the boys and they welcome you with warm greetings.

You smile ears to ears at their cuteness, while paying attention to them introducing themselves with sign language. Jisung and Chenle were so confident with their sign language, adding several information that they learned a lot to communicate to you. You really appreciate their efforts just to talk to a nobody like you. You clap for them, trying to tell them that they did a wonderful job on the stage.

“Noona, please come visit our dorm someday and teach us more!” Jisung signs with a little clumsy movement. You laugh and nod at him excitedly.

Doyoung glares playfully at the younger boy, “Why should she come to your dorm? She’s mine. You can’t have her like that.”

Haechan scoffs, “Hyung, how can you forget that we’re the one who made you two happened?”

While the other laugh and smirk, Doyoung sighs in defeat, “Haechan and his friends are scary.” As you laugh at him and the boys.

Jaefluenza masterlist

[sunmisgirl]

NCT 127 Reaction to Catching S/O Jamming to Their Songs

Taeil:

You remember when Taeil was nervous about their comeback with “Simon Says”. The sound was completely experimental and he feared it wouldn’t receive positive feedback. You reassured him that this comeback would be a success (it obviously was) and months later still dance to the song. It currently plays from your Bose speakers and reaches its best part: Haechan’s vocals followed by Taeil’s. You lip-sync his high note and continue dancing to the song, trying to nail the choreography to the best of your abilities. Taeil smiles amusedly at your efforts and is glad he has your constant support for his music.

Johnny:

You're sleeping soundly until you get an early call from Johnny saying he's stopping by a café first to bring you breakfast. You mumble out an incoherent response and hang up trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. Ten minutes later, your alarm clock blares out the tune of "Cherry Bomb". You groan and shove your head under the pillow knowing it's no use going back to sleep.

Going through your morning routine, the song stays stuck in your head and you can't help singing softly. Minutes later, you're doing the entire choreography in your pajamas. Johnny opens your front door and catches you doing the move to Cherry Bomb (yeah THAT move). He wants to laugh so badly but holds it in so you don't notice his presence. You know you didn't exactly execute the move correctly, but you don't care because it's all for fun anyways. Once the song finishes, he starts clapping and cheering loudly which makes you jump. You sigh in relief once your heart beat stabilizes and punch him in the arm for scaring you.

Taeyong:

Taeyong had to stay behind at SM to do more recordings for the upcoming album. You consider this an advantage and start cleaning up your closet with Spotify playing in the background. A few songs play but don’t capture your attention because you’re too busy contemplating between donating some sweatshirts or jeans. Suddenly, “Whiplash” starts playing and you audibly gasp because that. is. your. BOP. 

You fling your sweatshirts and jeans aside and do a full-on impromptu performance in front of the mirror. The music completely consumes your senses as you dance around the room yelling, “Long ass ride!” You don’t make it through the entire song though because Taeyong comes home curious to the music playing from your room and stands there in stunned silence. You acknowledge his shocked expression and simply shrug, “It’s a certified bop, Tae.” 

Yuta:

Yuta has been practicing a lot the past two weeks in preparation for their upcoming tour dates. After his rehearsal from today, he races to your place because he finds comfort in your presence (and you have a comfy couch but he won’t dare admit that). You happily welcome him and prepare some snacks in the kitchen before walking back over to the living room and seeing him sound asleep on your couch. Smiling at his peaceful face, you search for a spare blanket and place it over him before returning to your room. 

Taking advantage of the silence, you bound to your desk and try completing some assignments with your playlist on shuffle. “Chain” plays out of nowhere and it takes everything in you not to scream and grab Yuta to beg him for more dance lessons. To avoid waking him up from his slumber, you softly sing along while jotting down some notes. Yuta stirs awake at the music and peers over at you from the couch, smiling to himself hearing your attempts to sing in Japanese.

Doyoung:

Today was an incredibly long day and all you wanted to do was unwind with some music and snacks. You hate to admit it, but you've been missing Doyoung a lot lately. Scrolling through your endless playlist, you plop down on the couch and finally settle on "Sun & Moon" because you love the tenderness of his voice in this specific track. You start singing along and eventually the stresses from your day melt away. Little did you know, Doyoung planned to surprise you at your place and enters through the front door listening to you sing his lines. He silently admires you from afar to avoid disturbing your jam session.

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun invites you to the set of a photoshoot for NCT. He promises to spend the rest of the day with you if you wait around for him.  Of course you said yes. Who can resist those dimples? Patiently waiting for the shoot to end, you stroll around in the back listening to “Touch”. You can’t help but start mimicking the moves to yourself without calling too much attention. You’re in your own little world until you lock eyes with Jaehyun and realize he saw the entire thing. Cringing to yourself, you pull out your earbuds and tuck them away in your jacket pocket. He grins at you while his hair and makeup get retouches and laughs, “Well don’t stop now because of me!”

Winwin:

Sicheng loves how much you support him and NCT. You constantly praise the group and enthusiastically list off your favorite songs every time 127 invites you out for dinner. That night, you had a little too much of Mark’s “apple juice” so Sicheng decides to drive you home. Helping you enter the front door, you gasp dramatically and utter, “You look just like my boyfriend Sicheng. He’s in an amazing group called NCT 127. Look! Let me show you my favorite song.” 

You mildly stumble over to your laptop where Spotify is already open from your previous listening session and play “Limitless”. Swearing you are the coolest person on the earth, you start busting out moves and singing along like you’re a part of the music video. He shamelessly records you on his phone from his seat, but you don’t even notice because you’re too involved in the music. Whenever he is away doing promotions and misses you, he pulls up the video and smiles to himself thinking how lucky he is to have a goofball like you in his life.

Jungwoo:

You wanted to surprise Jungwoo by waiting for him in the practice room. You catch up with social media and watch some Youtube videos to kill time. You decide to watch “Regular” and try practicing some of the moves on your own. Might as well use this opportunity of the spacious practice room! Focusing hard on mastering the dance, you don’t even realize much time has passed. After practicing a couple more times, you lay on the floor covered in light sweat and huff out tiredly. 

Jungwoo suddenly appears from above with a surprised and confused look. You sit up and accept the water bottle in his hand. “What are you doing here?” he questions with a slight chuckle. “I was waiting around for you and then kinda got distracted trying to kill time. How did you manage to learn the previous dances for 127 and Regular in such a short time?” He playfully shrugs his shoulders and replies, “It was so easy!”

Mark:

Your relationship with Mark is fun and super light-hearted. However, you refuse to let him see your terrible dance moves when he's a literal dancing machine. The man puts you to shame whenever you see him practicing for a comeback. Your latest guilty pleasure is NCT 127's collab with Lay and Jason Derulo. Since Mark isn't home, you turn up the speakers and blast the song through your apartment while letting loose.

However, Mark arrives shortly and witnesses your chaotic dancing and singing. He can't help letting out a laugh and you turn around mortified. "Wow you're really loving the collab, babe," he teases with a smirk. You love teasing Mark back and decide to turn the tables on him. Singing louder than before and moving your body all around, you belt out, "Jamaican girls wanna blow it down. My Asian girls wanna work it out. Turn around, don't talk-". He stares at you in shock and gets all shy before cutting you off, "Okayyyyy time to go grab some dinner!" He turns off the speakers and drags you out the front door hoping you'll stop singing once you're both outside.

Haechan:

Haechan begged you for a karaoke night for weeks so you finally cave in and promise to go out tonight. Doing your usual routine, you pick out your best clothes and mildly dance or sing along to whatever song plays from your phone on the nightstand. “Good Thing” comes on and that puts you in the perfect mood. Styling your hair proves to be difficult because you can’t stop grooving to the music. 

You finally finish getting ready for the date and pretend to sing in the mirror using your brush handle. As the song ends, you strike a dramatic pose and see Haechan silently judging you in the doorway from the reflection in the mirror. “I hope you stay this happy when I score higher than you during karaoke,” he taunts in your direction. You spin around and raise an eyebrow, “Challenge accepted, babe.”

[honeymoon-changb]

And I love you.

A Johnny scenario.

genre: fluff, i guess, failed attempt at comedy

A/N: idk why i’m putting this here lmao i’m not a legit author but yea i wrote this a whileeeee ago in notes on my phone and just found it again and decided to post it cuz i didn’t have the balls to share it before; it’s kinda cheesy but i guess i was feeling all fluffy about John ay also pls note English isn’t my native language so if you see any grammar errors etc - that’s why. Anyway, enjoy y’all (if anyone reads this at all lmao wishful thinking)

  Haechan was sat cross-legged on the living room couch, a big Lion King mug in one of his hands (that’s Taeyong's latest purchase) and his phone in the other one. In sheer attempt to kill the boredom of the off-days, he boy was watching one YouTube video after another as he took loud sips of a warm beverage. Not a pleasant scene for those who get easily irritated by slurping or munching sounds, mukbang haters. You have just finished washing up after the downside of hot-cholocate drinking culture - which was the prepration process - and made your way to the living room, where honey-skinned boy was now joined by the roomies TY Track and the-1-and-only Johnny. You stood in the back, unnoticed, and listened.

"You made hot chocolate for yourself only?" the friendly giant said in a sulky tone.

"Y/N's the one who made it." Haechan replied, not even bothered to grace Johnny with his gaze.

"For you only? Y/N, since when is Haechan your favorite!?" Johhny screamed, not realizing how close you were. You coughed to get their attention, before opening your mouth.

"Huh, psh, pffft, my-my what? How dare you accuse me of favorism, I dOnT have a favorite?" you winked at Haechan, who, what a surprise!, was actually blessing you with his attention. In response to your purposefully over-the-top dramatic acting, Mr. John Seo played heartbroken.

"AH! I can't believe you. All these nice things you've said to me, they must have been lies, and I was but a fool who believed to be someone special in your life!" he cried out, almost literally.

"Oh, don't you call me a liar, now, mister!" you replied, waving your finger at the boy. "Look... if I was gonna make enough hot cocoa for y'all, we'd need a barrel of milk." you added, less dramatically, to actually make this conversation into something more than just jokes on jokes.

"I didn't even know we had cocoa powder?" Taeyong spoke, to whom you replied:

"You didn't. I got some on my way here."

"What for, if you're not gonna make any for us..." the tall jokester said, or rather spat under his breath as if he didn't really want you to hear. Oh, but you did. Before you could reply to this snarky remark, though, a wild Mark appeared, joining this pity party.

"It smells like heaven in here." he said, with the typical, cutesy Mark smile on his face.

"Must be the hot chocolate ONLY HAECHAN is drinking." Youngho, the saltiest child on earth, said.

"Yum, I'd love some hot cocoa." Mark said, unaware of how long this convesation has been going on and how annoyed, yet amused you were feeling, especially because of John's pricesless commentary. And he just had to go on.

"Ya, tell me about it, man..." he looked at you, eyebrows furrowed, hands placed on his chest and he really did look hurt, the little actor. "I just feel so saaaaaad... like there's a hole inside of me and hot chocolate is the only things that could ever glue the pieces my broken heart together." he cried out again.

"Oh, oh, I get that feeling, too." what came as surprise, Taeyong played along.

"Yeah, and it seems like only YOU have the power to heal us, to put us out of our misery, Y/N." Seo continued. Mark must have caught up on the game, as he joined in, saying

"Have mercy on us, Y/N!" You felt like you were going out of your mind, dealing with these whiny boys who were now all gathered around you, staring at you with big pouts on their pretty faces.

"Oh MY GOD, you guys are driving me insane!" you snapped, loudly laughing (and maybe lowkey dying inside). "Yes, fine, okay, AL-RIGH-TY-YO! I will fill your whiny asses with my heavenly hot-cocoa, but boy do I pray that it'll not only glue your bRoKeN piEcEs together, but your mouths as well." you shook your head left to right at them.

"THANK YOU" Johnny said, fake crying. You were almost convinced he’s about to fall to his knees and repeat himself, but luckily for eveyone witnessing, he didn’t. You shook your head at him even more intensely.

"On one... no... on two conditions, though." all three of them looked at you intrigued as to what they'd have to do to have you bless them with your original-family-recipe hot chocolate. "First, since you're all outta milk, you have to go get some at the store and by some I mean multiple boxes because there's so many of you all living under one roof, you damn plague..."

"Sounds fair." commented Mark.

"...and two..." you smirked. "...two, you have to praise and compliment me in 3... 2... 1... Go!" And the boys did as they were told, which made it quite difficult to actually make out what the sweet words were, even harder when Haechan joined in after you confirmed he could get more hot chocolate. But then everything went dead silent as Johnny's raised voice delivered these four words,

"and I love you."

It wouldn't be that big of a deal if it weren't for the fact you two have never exchanged this confession before, as you were dealing with the friends-turned-lovers type of situation, never actually calling each other boyfriend or girlfriend, hell, never really discussing your feelings, just enjoying each other's company and all the benefits that came with it when different needs arose. The momentary silence contributed to the air becoming suffocatingly heavy with a mix of anxiety and a dash of awkwardness, as you were caught off guard with this sudden avowal of feelings, and the confessor himself appeared to be unsure. Not unsure of his feelings, as you would have thought, because it's not like you didn't care about one another in this way. He must have felt unsure of why these words rolled off his tongue in a middle of such commotion. He panicked and decided it was best to flight from the scene, and so he pretended to be called by Jaehyun. You decided to act as well, so you made the decision to get the milk in the supermarket yourself.

"Mark, Mark, let's go to 7-Eleven, the milk isn't gonna buy itself, now, is it?"

"Aye, sure." Mark replied hasily, stuck in fluster over this incident. He now was continuously wondering about all of this. He obviously wasn't with you guys all the time, so he didn't know whether you ever confessed before or what was truly going on between you - obviously, since you never talked about what you felt for each other with one another, why would you with other people. This was something no one could know but you, and the way things got so awkward just a minute ago enhanced his confusion. He wasn't sure if it was okay to talk about this or if you wanted anything but, so he kept quiet. But man, did you wish he'd start a conversation... This silence forced you to stay in your head, feeling a little panicky. You, too, felt unsure and uneasy at this moment. You surely cared about Johnny and spending time with him was truthfully you favorite way of pushing through one day after another, but love... has always been something that confused you a little, because what even is love? Too many people threw this word around like it was nothing, so how does one figure out whether it's something serious or something you can say just so lightheartedly like you’re talking about your favorite cereal? Your lifelong history of having a hard time trusting and opening up to people wasn't helping in this situation at all. And since Mark wasn't going to intiate the dialogue, you decided to do so, before you dig too deep into your anxious thoughts.

"What's your favorite music video you've done so far?" you asked to somehow break the silence, and by him raising his thin brows, you could tell he did not expect you to do so. He laughed, brushing his hair.

"Hm, that's a good question, why don't you answer it first so I can think of my answer."

"What's my favorite MV of NCT's?" you asked rhethorically, since you knew that's what he meant, so you proceeded to share the response before he even nodded in reassurence. "Gotta be the rough version of Limitless. I love the retro style too much, I love everything about it."

"Yeah, that's a good one!" he cheered. "Me, I think for now I'm gonna have to say "Boss" 'cause we got to go to Ukraine to film and that's a travel destination I never thought of visiting, but it was beautiful and so interesting."

"Ahh! I've watched the behind-the-scenes and, not gonna lie, I felt a little jealous. I love to travel." you responed.

"You do?" he continued, to which you nodded. "If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?" You squinted your eyes and held your fingers up to your chin, expressing you're thinking of an answer in movie-like manner.

"Right now, I'm feeling like... Hawaii." you finally said. He seemed so interested in your answer.

"Wah, it'd be so cool to go there some day."

"Yea, it's like a piece of paradise on Earth."

Unexpectedly, this converation initiated by you made the grocery shopping escapade the most pleasant one you've ever gone on, and Mark accompanied you even after you came back to the dorm and started making the crazy amounts of world's most comforting drink for the bunch of sulky idol kids you were so thankful to have become friends with. The living room was now filled with more members than before; sounds of a video game played by Yuta versus WinWin could be heard over a heated conversation happening between Doyoung and Jaehyun; Taeil sat alone at the dinner table, scrolling intensely on his phone; even Renjun and Chenle, who must've escaped the Dream dorm to hang out at their hyungs' place, were there, leaning over the couch behind Haechan who was still messing with his mobile; and Taeyong just joined, with a slightly-shocked expression on his face as he saw so many people gathered in one medium-sized living room. It’s like everyone was there... except for your Johnny - and that struck you with anxiety. Finishing your duty as the hot-chocolate-assosiation head chef, you poured the drink into all the cups you could find and with help of your convo-partner, served it to the others by placing it on the large dinner table and having Haechan shout "HOT CHOCO Y'ALL" as he saw you put the trace down. You went up to Taeyong to ask about Johnny jist to have him lead you to their shared bedroom, where you found the target sat on the bed, looking quite distressed.

"I made you an extra-large cup of hot cocoa so if you don't come out to join the party, it'll just turn into cold cocoa." you said with a smily expression. "And most likely end up being consumed by Haechan anyway." You made your boyfriend laugh for a second, but that quickly turned back to the colon-slash emoji expression. It was the image of someone who's seriously bothered by a mess of thoughts. And everyone knew what it was all about. He sighed before opening his mouth, letting a fistful of words hastily fall out.

"Look, I know it was so wrong or weird to say that, especially so randomly and under such circumstances and I don't even know why it came out of my mouth right then and there, and then I made it even worse by panicking and stupidly escaping, like what kind of pers-"

"And I love you, too." you cut him off, finally returning the confession. It took him by surprise, but it was a pleasant one, like when you r mum is the only person to call you on your birthday but then it turns out it’s because your friends were busy throwing you a secret birthday part. And you didn't just say those words because you felt you were compelled to do so. You meant it, as you figured it out just two minutes ago, when you stood in that room filled with too many people you dearly care about and yet felt some sort of emptiness, because he wasn't there. He appeared to be at a loss of words, which was a rare occurence for Johnny Seo. He was just smiling, looking at you, and you felt so sure now, you were in love."I always felt nervous when we kissed on those days where I'd think too much about the meaning of love, or what it should be like, what the movies and books have taught me, and how maybe I'd never be ready to open up, be this or be that, how I may ruin it all one day, this friendship, because I was careless enough to let myself cross this line and engage in romance. You see, I've never been with anyone before and it's not like I never had the chance to date, it's that I convinced myself it's better to be alone, because being with somebody is too hard, too risky, too complicated and I hated the idea of that... but it isn't like that at all with you. It's just so easy with you, on those days where I don't let my thoughts enhance the fire that lits up my anxiety, on those days where we just kiss through smiles and I feel the goddamn butterflies, it just feels so right. You and I, it feels so right, and I figured that it could be like that on all days, if I just let myself go, and it's so hard because I like control and I wired myself to believe I'm better off alone because that way I can't end up getting hurt, but for you I'd try and for you I'd take the risk. And now I realize that all of these things mean I'm, in fact, in love with you, and I love you." The raw monologue turned out better than you thought, almost free of stumbling on your own words. He listened to you so intensely through all these words, watching your lips move and your eyes wander. Without responding, he got off the bed, stood up and slowly walked up to you, gazing into your eyes for what seemed like too-long of a moment, before he finally spoke, now with calmness in his voice. No more awkward rambling.

"The only time or reason I ever felt nervous was not knowing if you feel the same way. But now I do. I always felt at ease with you, it is just so right, like you said, I just feel so happy when I'm around you and these days I'm happy a lot with the life I'm lucky to be living, but you are a different kind of happiness... and that's how I knew. And, so, I love you." Now you were the one who couldn't say anything. Your gut was burning up and a shaky smile was glued on your face."Oh, and also, when I'm horny, I can't think about anyone else but you anymore." he added and you burst out laughing, him alike.

"Couldn't let this scene be all-too-serious, could you." you laughed.

"Nope." he said, with a goofy smile on his lips.

"Well, I think all that needed to be said, was, and I don't wanna rush things... but there's luke-warm cocoa to be drank..." you joked, too, making him laugh once again. The abolute U-turn this conversation took was just the perfectly accurate image of your relationship - almost never too serious despite serious feelings."I swear, if Haechan drank it, I'm gonna beat his shawty ass." you added as you turned around to open the door and make your way to the busy room.

"Babe, I think you're shorter than him."

"No, the proper response is 'Of course I'll help you beat his shawty ass up, babe'" you sassed as a reply.

"Sorry, I'll note it down and do better next time, mademoiselle."​

[dong-hyucks]

7, 19, 92, enemies to lovers AU for nct jaehyun!! :-) congrats on 1000 once again hehe 💓 -🌻✨

Jung Jaehyun ; “I dreamt about you last night.” , “Can I hold your hand?” , “I want you to be happy.” + Enemies↣ Lovers!AU

Prompts here.Masterlists

wow what a bias wrecker

okay so some backstory

you and jeffrey over here have known each other since he got back from america

everyone fawned over him when he got back

you were probably like,, the only one at school who got tired of his little “i lived in america, that’s why i’m here, man!!” joke

you: we get it can you stop now

when he found out you were annoyed by him in general he was a bit confused

he’d never spoken to you before so he thought your disliking of him was a bit dumb

you found out because his friends have loud mouths

which only fueled your hatred oops

because you thought he was calling you dumb behind your back

anyway after you guys graduated

you didn’t see each other much

that is

until you became a makeup artist for sm

the gods were against you because you were assigned to nct

you couldn’t do anything about it tho because it was a good job and you’d rather not get fired

besides, you could tolerate the other boys (for the most part)

this little hatred is a bit one sided

he just likes to mess with you but he doesn’t hate you

like he’d take a lipbalm thing from your bag without you noticing

you’d know it was him but he would play innocent

he would put it back once you turned away tho

“see!! it’s right there”

you rolling your eyes out of your head

whenever it was his turn to get his makeup done or his hair fixed

you had to refrain yourself from making him look like a clown

even being so close to his face infuriated you smh

the boys didn’t really see why you ‘disliked’ each other

like they’d interrogate jaehyun after witnessing him steal your makeup supplies a few times (always giving it back ofc)

he’d never have a legit answer??

“it’s funny to see [Y/N] get angry they’re like a cat lol”

“jae that’s not–”

and then if they’d ask you about it

which was a mistake

the entire time you did the person’s makeup (probably taeyong oml) you’d literally be listing the reasons why jaehyun irritates you

ty: never again

taeyong would tell jaehyun about what you said and he’d be like ???

“they aCTUALLY DISLIKE ME??”

like he thought you had gotten over your resentment from school and you were just playing along

slow child, he is

so after that he’d kind of just lay low

he wouldn’t steal anything anymore or make any teasing comments

which you were half grateful for but at the same time it was weird not glaring daggers at him practically every day

now that he wasn’t playing around with you, you kind of realized how much of an angel he was

bUt you were too prideful to step down 

so you kept your distance

which the boys noticed like right away

they probably made a gc about you guys tbh

anyway now that you weren’t glaring at him 24/7 or making any snarky remarks

jaehyun was able to look at you without feeling like you weren’t going to bite his head off

he started noticing some things

like how you rake your hand through your hair when you’re getting stressed over the makeup

or how you cover your mouth when you laugh (if you don’t do this then read the bold lol)

or how you’re able to laugh comfortably around the boys

and how you bite your lips when you’re concentrating on doing makeup admittedly he got caught staring at your lips by yuta 

and the cute way you furrow your brows together

you’re so different around others than when you’re with him

with him you just stay quiet and don’t say much unless you’re instructing him to move his face in whatever way

but with the boys and with the other staff members

you joke around a lot

and smile easily

he found himself wanting to see you do that in front of him

after like a month of admiring you from afar it kind of just hit him like

“i??? like??? [Y/N]???”

he wouldn’t be that surprised with himself considering the fact he had started to search for you in a room whenever he entered

and the fact that seeing you made him feel all tingly

he’d be kind of nonchalant about it but at the same time he’s torn over whether or not he should confess

he still believes you hate him honestly

he texted johnny about it and ranted for like an hour talking about the pros and cons of confessing

he also fawned over you a bit

however

he made a grave mistake

he accidentally texted yuta and not johnny

rip jung “jeffrey” jaehyun

all of the members, including the ones who hadn’t debuted yet + jaemin, knew of his crush within the hour

half of them would just dismiss it and go one with their lives

the other half were devious and made a plan

a majority of that other half were the dreamies tbh

they got updates on your interactions with jaehyun from donghyuck

occasionally mark

so basically, the dreamies except for the hyung line + yuta came together to make a plan (with doyoung subtly giving ideas smh what a snake)

in hindsight they realized the plan was dumb but hEy it worked

so basically

the boys hid your really expensive makeup palette (i know nothing about makeup sorry)

right before the boys (including the dreamies) had to go on a broadcast

smart idea guys, very smart

so basically you got really worried

because you and the other makeup artists shared that palette because it was gigantic

when it got to the point where the other artists were getting impatient

you were the youngest out of all of them yet you were trusted with the most expensive thing lol

jaehyun saw you freaking out and went over

he didn’t even think about it like the moment he saw your eyes glaze over he kinda sprinted to you

took you out of the room, away from the crowd of people, and into a spare room

you were still freaking out and now you were just “jaeHYUN LEMME GO I NEED TO GO FIND IT–”

he’d literally just hug you and rub your back

he wouldn’t say anything

you’d calm down a bit but you were still worried

jaehyun noticed and frowned

“can i hold your hand?” 

you’d kind of just pull away and give jaehyun a weird look

so he just took your hand and interlaced his fingers, sending you a gentle smile

your heart would actually be pounding

you were confused

why was he acting like this? you didn’t know

so once you calmed down immediately he’d take you back into the room and help you search for it because it’s easier to find things with a calm mind (is it? idk)

and yet

there it was– in jisung’s arms

you couldn’t even be mad because he looked so sorry about it

so basically you and the other artists were rushing to get the boys makeup done but it’s alright cause they’re going to look great no matter what you do

you went home that night with jaehyun on your mind

like you were conflicted

so you texted jaehyun for answers

your texts were really formal because even tho you had his number you never really texted him before

like proper punctuation, grammar, everything

“Hey… why did you do that? Earlier today, I mean.”

jaehyun was probably on his phone when he got the text

he legit counted to ten before answering your text

“wdym?”

he obviously didn’t care as much for formalities as you did

“You know what I mean.”

you know that feeling you get when you see a speech bubble and it just disappears and then reappears again

yeah that’s how you felt

the speech bubble kept appearing and disappearing for a straight three minutes before he finally sent anything

“i want you to be happy.”

you may or may not have left him on read

‘Read 11:39 PM’

you had jaehyun staying up all night over that wow

that night you didn’t get much sleep

but when you did fall asleep you had a dream

a certain someone was sitting beside you at a table

apparently you were studying, just like you did in school

he merely turned to you and smiled, resting his hand against his cheek and outright staring at you lovingly

then you woke up

you screamed into your pillow when you realized how you felt about that someone

“i like jaehyun oh my god”

you stayed in bed shook for so long you were almost late for work

you saw jaehyun in the elevator and literally spun on your heel to take the stairs

he chased after you like the drama character he is

“wait, [Y/N]!”

when he caught up to you he was panting

which confused you because he literally just ran down a hall??? like you do very complicated and tiring (yet amazing) dances man c’mon

“please don’t avoid me,” he pleaded with a sad look in his eyes

you didn’t answer because you knew you’d die if you looked into his eyes

this made jaehyun feel worse because he thought he upset you again

“can you tell me what i did wrong?”

without even thinking you blurted out, “i dreamt about you last night, okay?”

um no

not okay

realizing what you just said you tried to run away again

he didn’t let you, keeping a firm grasp on your wrist (without hurting you)

“you dreamt about me??” he would ask, astonished

you nodded bashfully; you couldn’t take it back anyway, he’d know you were lying if you said no

“how do you feel about me?”

hoo boy jaehyun straight forward much

you practically glued your lips shut, afraid of revealing another thing you would’ve rather kept secret

he knew you weren’t going to answer so he just continued anyway

“i like you”

your jaw dropped

“i’ve liked you for a while now, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just wanted to tell you–”

he stopped when he felt your arms wrap around his torso

you covered your face using his chest/neck (idk depends on your height) because you could feel your face getting hotter

you couldn’t see but he was blushing too

“i like you too, idiot.”

[kaepop-trash]

Crutch

Rated: Smut, Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReaderxYuta

Summary: The story of secrets, deceit and greed. Three characters with unlikely alliances and one common goal; power. Jaehyun is stuck between his own thirst for power and his need for the one thing that could take away everything. Yuta has ambition growing from an unlikely alliance and convinces himself to do anything to protect it. Between both of them is her, ambitious but with one weakness, she does all it takes for Jaehyun, even if it’s putting herself aside. But how long can she hold up her own fragile games?

(A/N): Say hello to (Y/N) lol. I’m so indecisive don’t hate me. 

Mini Masterlist

 When (Y/N) entered her home finally she was still shaking. She replayed the moment in her head over and over, trying to wedge out any small possibility that Sullhee had not witnessed her passionately kissing her boyfriend, she wondered how much of their conversation she had overheard. Groaning she finally made her way to the kitchen, throwing open the top cupboard and urgently picking out a bottle from the back. Only to sigh in frustration when she realised it was empty. She threw the liquor bottle into the sink in frustration and it shattered immediately on impact. It was almost midnight and there were no bars around here she could walk to. She walked back to the living room, fishing for her phone from her bag. Scrolling through was even more frustrating, she had no friends. At least not ones who would come to her at 11pm to go on an urgent liquor run. She glanced at a familiar name while scrolling and stopped, looking down at the name while chewing the inside of her bottom lip, contemplating. It was dangerous and impractical but she wasn't feeling very practical right now.

“Fuck it.” She whispered and tapped on the name. He picked up in three rings.

“It's very late.” He said with a curious tone in his voice.

“Where are you?” She said impatiently.

“I'm just about to leave the office.” She didn't bother asking why he was in the office so late.

“Do you have a car?”

Half an hour later they were sitting at a bar in a part of town where very young kids would usually go. She wanted to sit at the bar to minimise the time it took for the alcohol to get to her in this crowded place.

“Why did you call me?” Yuta asked as the bartender placed two beers in front of them.

“I can’t drive.” She shrugged, gulping down the beer.

“That’s not what I meant-wait, you really can’t drive?” He sounded amused. She just shrugged.

“I never really needed to learn and now I usually get driven around.” He looked baffled.

“Do you really have no one who would drink with you?” Her jaw clenched because of the first name that came into her head.

“I don’t have time for friends, or a social life for that matter.” She spoke after emptying her entire beer, “This is probably the first time I’ve gone out because I wanted to in a year.” She called the bartender for a second drink, a neat vodka this time.

“Does that make me your friend?” She didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smirking. She called for another vodka after finishing the last.

“I’ll let you be anything you want if you buy my drinks.” She knew what she was doing, but she couldn't get herself to care.

“That's a very risqué statement.” He was tapping on the neck of his beer bottle.

“I'm in a risqué mood tonight.” She didn't even feel the regret she waited for after that statement.

He was in a shirt that had been through the day; the sleeves pushed back, the top two buttons open, and it crinkled in a few places. She looked up at his face, he was incredibly good looking. In a way that made your parents doubt him and your friends wary. He had a look in his eyes that screamed trouble but she knew how to read people, and Yuta Nakamoto’s looks were deceptive.

“Like what you see?” He was so confident it was annoying. It made her want to watch him beg and whine, she ordered another drink for both of them.

“So who were you fucking before coming here?” He choked a little on his final sip of the beer at her forwardness.

“Your shirt.” She pointed at the chest, “Someone fisted it, I know that sight very well.” She sipped on her drink satisfied at his reaction.

“I didn't ask what problem you're drowning in liquor did I?” He didn't sound irritated or guarded at her observation. Whoever it was, he didn't care.

“Fair enough.” She said, “Let's play a game. Twenty questions, if you don't want to answer a question you drink.” Yuta turned his bar stool to face her completely now.

“Haven't you had enough to drink?” He sounded a little worried.

“I'm sure you'll stop me from making drunk mistakes.” She said flippantly.

“But I fully intend on being the only one you make tonight.” She huffed at the way his low whisper made her stomach churn, laughing it off.

“I'll start!” She said a little loudly and he jumped a little, “Who's the girlfriend?” She raised her brows, wanting him to drink more.

“She's not my girlfriend, just a colleague who thought there was something there when there wasn't.” He shrugged and then downed his drink anyway. She turned and called for five shots each.

My turn, did you really have no one else or did you just want to call me out tonight?” His gaze was intense, she scoffed. Behind all that confidence he still desired verbal affirmation, but she wasn’t here to be his dream girl.

“Should I lie to make you feel good?” His face fell a little, he tried to hide it but (Y/N) didn’t get this far without being observant, “I didn’t have anyone else, but I could have just gone alone.” She winked and he looked like he was processing her words, she didn’t give him the chance.

“You must be real popular with the ladies,” A laugh of disbelief left his lips, “You probably were a frat boy in university as well.” Her question wasn’t even trying to be one.

“I did not know I was that easy to read, my allure is usually the flirty mysterious guy.” She laughed out loud at the ridiculous statement. “You were probably the diligent, quiet ones in university.”

“I was a slut.” She laughed loudly at her own words, “I was drunk every weekend and woke up in a different bed every monday, sometimes even in the middle of the week.” Her laugh mellowed down to a gentle giggle, “Law School changed that.”

“What’s your story then?” She added in quickly.

“That’s a very long answer.” He laughed.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She put her hand on her face to hide the smirk, he looked down obviously feeling a little shy.

“I wanted to be a journalist since I was a teenager. I was one of those people you know, I wanted to do good. Spread the truth and be a dignified spokesperson for it. It sounds stupid I know but-” He was blushing now, she sat up straight.

“It doesn’t.” He looked up at her confused at the sudden interruption, “It’s not stupid, there is nothing wrong in wanting to do good. That’s brave, and admirable.” She blushed at her own outpour and he looked shocked. After a moment’s silence Yuta spoke up.

“You started working for Jung’s firm fresh out of law school, and you were thriving, you would probably take on his place after he retired, but you quit. Honestly when I heard that you were going to lead the campaign I didn’t believe it.” Now it was her chance to feel taken aback, “Everyone said you were his friend from law school and you helped him here and there. But what kind of friend would let someone quit a job like that?” She sat back, her spine tense in defence.

“He didn’t know.” She said coldly.

“Are you convincing me or yourself? I’m sure the next governor is not that gullible. He knew you worked there, he clearly knows you are capable. Hell, if I could know about it, what was stopping him?” She looked down at the glass in her hand, trying to process his words. She wanted to tell him that he didn’t know Jaehyun, or her. That his claims were misguided, but she just continued staring at her glass.

“So what is it? Why are you loyal to him to the point of ruining yourself?” She downed a shot, looking at him like she had given him her answer, he raised his hands in defeat.

“I want a cigarette.” He announced, calling the bartender and taking out his card.

“Don’t be silly, I called you here, I’ll pay.” He smiled at her in response and shook his head.

“We have a deal, so i’m paying for your drinks.” He winked at her and heart skipped a little, only slightly.

Once outside Yuta leaned against the wall, she turned to him when she heard the click of a lighter. He took a long drag, leaning his head back and blowing out the smoke in his lungs with a sigh.

“You’re staring.” He said without even turning to look at her, his signature smirk played on his lips again.

“Can I have one?” She pointed at the box in his hands, he turned to her like he wanted to check if she was being serious, then he extended his hand. She pulled out one and put in between her lips, he lifted in brows like he remembered something and started fishing into his pockets, his lit cigarette still between his lips. She smirked a little at a sudden idea and stepped closer to his face, he stopped what he was doing to stare at her. She touched the cigarette on her lips to the one on his, watching his face as he watched her lips. She pulled back and blew the tiniest bit of smoke in his face and his trance was broken. She still stood in front of his face and they just silently looked at eachother for a while, blowing smoke into the air. He finished first, throwing the useless end in the bin beside. He gently placed his hand on her free one, turning it around, holding his palm against hers like he was comparing his larger hands to his. Finally he closed his fingers around hers and drew her close.

“You can throw that away now.” He took out the stub she was stubbornly holding in her hands because she was suddenly nervous. He smiled wider once he threw it away, pulling her even closer.

The kiss was slow, he was smiling against her lips, and it was so gentle she was a little surprised, she wasn’t expecting that from him. His tongue tasted bitter and she could smell the distant smoke at such proximity, but it was intoxicating, dangerously addictive and she felt herself deepen the kiss. He was still so slow, his lips were soft, he put his other hand on her cheek gingerly. It was so sensual, she whined which made him groan. She suddenly heard the door of the bar they were at open and she tried to push him away, but he groaned again and turned them around, pressing her against the glass of the front of the bar, she gripped on his chest tightly, crinkling his shirt in the same place as before. She distantly registered someone whistle and cheer, she wondered if it was for them.

Till this moment she didn’t realise how this felt, out in the open she was shamelessly making out with a man as people watched beside and from inside as her back pressed against the glass they could see from. His hand moved from her cheek to her waist and she brought up her arms to his neck, their proximity so unapologetic and casual, without grave consequences. She didn’t even notice how heated the kiss had gotten till he winced and she realised that she had bit down on his lip. She pushed back, her hands going up to cover her mouth, embarrassed at such a horrifyingly crude action. He lifted his hand and pushed her hand away from her face, leaning closer to her face, keeping his eyes on hers and holding her gaze. He gently pulled her bottom lip between his teeth nibbling on it, her breathe caught in her thought, but it wasn’t because she was in pain.

“Do it again.” He said against her lips and her knees almost gave out at how his voice sounded. She bit down on his lower lip again, gently. She saw him close his eyes and felt him let out a shaky breath.

“Is this the part where you finally take me home Mr. Nakamoto?” She whispered as he put his forehead against hers. He just gently nodded and hummed as it resonated through her.

“We can walk to my apartment from here, I can’t drive so let’s go.” He slid his hand down her arm and tangled his hands with hers, “Do you want some ice-cream on the way?” The way her eyes lip up at his words made him laugh.

 “This is the last flight I promise.” He said referring to the stairs and (Y/N) let out an irritated huff. He chuckled and extended his hand which she grabbed for support.

“It’s like a tower in a forsaken castle.” She grumbled.

“Does that make you Rapunzel?” He didn’t turn around.

“I’m not dealing with those split ends. And I don’t think you’d enjoy being blind.” She laughed to herself which only grew louder when he turned around with a mixture confusion and horror on his face, “In the original dark tale, the prince falls in thorns and becomes blind and Rapunzel gets pregnant and kicked out by the evil witch.” She clarified.

“That’s,” He paused to search for the right words. “Interesting.” She hummed.

“Well she wasn’t actually a witch or anything, just a countess or something I-” They stopped in front of a door and Yuta turned to look at her.

“Stop talking.” He laughed and she bit down on her lips and nodded.

“I didn’t peg you as someone who gets nervous.” He tilted his head to a side.

“I’m not nervous, this is just new. Scary.” She admitted with difficulty. He just smiled at her knowingly and opened the door, standing aside to let her in.

“Would you like something to eat? Or drink?” Yuta offered hospitably and she refused politely. After standing quietly for a moment she turned around and inhaled like she wanted to say something important. Yuta smiled again and walked up to her kissing her gently and smiling.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, with you. Not when you’re drunk.” He said like he meant it. She looked up at his confused.

“I don’t understand. You brought me here.” She toppled on her words.

“I meant what I said, my place was closer and it was safer than putting you in a cab.” He brushed his lips against her once more before leading her to his bedroom.

“You can sleep here, I’ll give you something to wear. I’ll just have a quick shower and be out of here.” He spoke while he moved around the room, doing different things (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention to. This was new, it was unpredictable. She thought she understood the man whose bed she was currently sitting on. She reveled in the knowledge that she understood how he ticked and therefore knew what key to turn. She thought he was harmless.

 By the time he got out of his shower, she was in one of his t-shirts while she left the pants he offered on a chair in the corner. When he noticed, and he did notice, he didn’t comment on it.

“I’ll just take a pillow.” He said and went to pick it up when her voice stopped his motions.

“You don’t have to do that.” He turned to her looking confused.

“Do you want all the pillows?” He asked looking lost. She smiled at his expression.

“You and I are adults, this is a perfectly well sized bed. You don’t have to sleep on your couch or on the floor, that’s very noble of you but it’s medieval. Just sleep on your bed, I’ll take the side that’s not yours.” He opened his mouth twice but shut it back like he had to rethink what he wanted to say.

“How do you make me trying to be a upstanding person sound like a bad idea?” They both laughed at his words.

“Which side is yours?” She held his hand, hoping he somehow understood her silent pleas.

“This one.” He said pointed his chin.

“Great. Then I’ll take the other side.” She said with satisfaction, rolling over. Still slightly unsure, Yuta lifted his covers and got into bed with someone that by basic definition was a stranger.

“Are you okay?” He asked. It was such a simple question, a common, mundane question that had an almost automatic response that was far from the truth. But somehow there was a long silence between the two.

“No.” The breath that came after those words were probably the best, most savoured one she had taken in a while. Even with her vision blurry and a sudden trickle falling from the corner of her right eye she smiled, “I haven’t been okay for a very long time.” He didn’t comment on her shaky laugh. After another long silence she spoke up.

“Goodnight Yuta.” She sighed with a slightly heavier voice, “I was a little closer to okay today.” Her voice was a sleepy mumble but his stomach fluttered in a way that even he thought was dramatic.

“Good night.” He breathed out and turned over.

The next morning Yuta woke up to a dull throb in his head and the sounds of someone quietly moving around his room.

“Am I being left high and dry?” His low sleepy voice was teasing her. She laughed and walked up to his side of the bed, leaning down.

“I have something important come up so I have to go.” She pushed the hair on his face back and he smiled affectionately at her touch.  “I’m not just running off I promise.”

 When (Y/N) walked up to the table at the restaurant and coughed to let her presence be known. Sulhee lowered the menu she was reading and smiled at her.

“Sit. I took the liberty of ordering for you. Both of us have places to be so I didn’t want to waste time.” She spoke like she was talking to an old friend.

“What do you want Sulhee?” (Y/N) didn’t want to waste time.

“I’ve never stayed at his apartment you know?” (Y/N) was taken aback at the sudden revelation, “I’ve been with him for so long and not once. He always took me home, dropped me at the doorstep. I used to think he’s such a gentleman, I mean I knew it was an arrangement on paper but he treated me so well. You don’t get people like him anymore.” She laughed at her own words, “I was so stupid. Maybe I didn’t want to see it. Honestly I felt so betrayed. All night I thought about how you both must have sat back and laughed at little naive Sulhee who is too blind to see what’s happening right under her nose.”

“Sulhee that’s not-” (Y/N) began but Sulhee picked up her hand and made her stop.

“Let me speak. I said, I spend all night thinking that. But in the morning I realised that you probably don’t even care enough to think about me when you’re together. I realised that I have no right to feel betrayed do I? He was never mine anyway. He always looked so sad, pitiful. I thought he must really hate me. But he just liked you better.” A small smile touched her lips.

“What is the point of this?” (Y/N) asked seriously, confused about what was going on.

“Do you love him?” The question caught her off guard. Sulhee’s eyes bore into hers, demanding a response (Y/N) could not provide.

“I see,” Sulhee filled the silence herself. “I guess it’s none of my concern anyway. I was just hoping, maybe it was a situation out of both your hands. Star-crossed lovers if you will, that at least made you human. I know you were the one who picked me.” She laughed bitterly at her own words.

“Makes it sounds so industrial doesn’t it? But that’s what it was. There was probably an assembly line of photographs and you picked mine, tied me to a miserable faith of having to stop myself from loving an incredible man who by all means should be mine to cherish.” (Y/N) tried to respond again, but thought it best to just listen, sitting back and letting her speak her mind to someone, she deserved that at least.

“I’m not going to hold a grudge against you, It’s too much bitterness to bare. I’m just curious why did you pick me? There must have been at least a handful more girls, why me?”

“Because you were intelligent. I didn’t want some idealistic girl to drop in and have the naive hope that things would change for the better, none of us have a chance at a better life because we sacrifice it for something more. I needed someone to understand that.” Sulhee looked like she didn’t care for her words, but (Y/N) knew she would understand. Sulhee laughed again.

“Till now I thought I was weak, someone who had to rely on others, on men. For luxuries and for happiness, I thought Jaehyun would be my key to a different life but I was wrong, It’s you. And now I want to hold you to a promise.” (Y/N) stared at Sulhee, waiting for her to ask, when she didn’t say anything she had to ask.

“What promise?” She was cautious.

“There will come a time when I will need a favour. I just want you to promise to do whatever is in your power to help me then.”

[caliboyjaeffrey]

Call Boy Johnny (Johnny x Reader)

Rating: M 

(A/N) THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE. THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME FOR OVER AND OVER, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT. HERE HE IS, IN ALL HIS GLORY. CALL BOY JOHNNY! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!! I’M THIRSTIN’ SO HARD RN

P.S. Yes, I’m the same blog as the original Call Boy Yuta smut. I changed my url from @chokemewithjaehyunschoker to @caliboyjaeffrey ! Hope no one get’s confused lol

You woke up slowly, the sheets and blankets kicked off in your sleep and tangled in your legs. You felt content as you looked over at your alarm clock, the time being in the late afternoon.  Sleeping in was your passion, you’d stayed up super late the previous night anyway, not too bothered that half the day was gone. You gazed out the one big window in your bedroom, the one that looked out at the bustling city. Snow had fallen last night, dusting over the streets and cars like powdered sugar on pancakes. It didn’t really feel like your birthday, but it wasn’t so bad to wake up on a day as pretty as this one.

You got up and stretched, sliding on your slippers as you went over to the bathroom to wash your face, splashing it with cold water to wake yourself up. Refreshed, you lazily went to make coffee, turning on your radio to hear a cozy sounding song playing through its speakers. You also heard your phone beep softly back in your bedroom, in no rush to see what is was as you finished making your coffee. Walking back to your bedroom, you slid open your phone, reading a text from one of your friends; something along the lines of wanting to meet somewhere for your birthday to celebrate. You smiled at their thoughtfulness, replying that you didn’t really mind where or how you partied, allowing them to go wild. Your friend answered back quickly, excitedly texting in all caps that she already had an idea in mind. She’d text you the details later, wishing you a final happy birthday. You set your phone down, feeling your body give a quick shiver of energy, the coffee beginning to kick in. If they were planning on going out after the sun had gone down, you weren’t going to rush to get ready. Instead you plopped down on your couch with a bag of cheesy popcorn, clicking on the tv and watching the current music show programs contently. Over time, you received various calls and texts from family and friends, all wishing you a happy birthday and to enjoy yourself today. That I will, you thought with a smile, standing up to refill your bowl of snacks for the second time. Someone might think it sad that this was how you were celebrating your birthday, but in all honestly, you loved having a day all to yourself. Of course, you didn’t mind hanging out with your friends later, in fact you really were looking forward to it. After a while, you received a text from your friend again, with a time, address, and instructions to dress cutely. You smiled at the smirking emoji, texting back before you wandered back over to your bedroom, making a beeline for your closet. The time had said 8:00, so you thought you might as well get ready now, giving yourself two hours to really put on the ritz. It was your birthday after all, you didn’t have too many chances to really go all out the rest of the year. You shifted through your clothes, finally being drawn to a cute, slimming black miniskirt; the perfect ploy to slim your food baby from all your snacking you did today. You’d pair the skirt with a red ribbed mock neck long sleeve that accentuated your chest. You slid on a pair of sheer pantie hose before you put the skirt on, tucking the shirt into the waistband to really make your hips pop. You finished the look off with some simple black ankle boots with just enough heel to make your butt look extra good. Satisfied, you headed over the bathroom to finish getting ready, knowing you would spend at least an hour doing your hair and makeup. A little over an hour later and your hair was curled and twisted up into a high bun, knowing that you’d probably get hot later. Your makeup was simple, but with a little touch of sparkle around your eyes that made them twinkle merrily. Happy with your appearance, you packed your purse full of the essentials you usually needed. Before you slipped out the door, you slid your chic winter coat on, hoping you wouldn’t freeze in your little skirt on the way to the subway station. You boarded the train half frozen, passing the fifteen minutes on your phone thanking people who had posted birthday related things on social media. A few people discreetly complimented you on the train, making you flush sheepishly as they applauded your style and makeup. Once you arrived at your stop, you took the stairs up onto a crowded street known for its nightlife. This certain strip was famous for its clubs among young people, and you’d been here on a few occasions. You weren’t shocked that they had decided on a club to host your party, what did surprise you though was which one they chose. The exterior was modern and sleek, only the big tinted windows giving an indication of what was happening on the inside. This club was notorious for having the best of just about everything, music, drinks, food, and people. Celebrities frequented this spot, so it was a rather exclusive club, and difficult to get into. You went to walk to the back of the long line just like everyone else, but a large bouncer stopped you, looking you up and down before asking politely, “Excuse me, are you ______?” Your eyes widened in surprise, “Yes, that’s me.” He nodded to another bouncer who opened the door, loud electric music spilling out onto the street. The bouncer held out an arm to the door, “This way, please.” You were still amazed as you walked up the steps and through the black glass doors of the club, staring in awe at the fashionable interior. The bouncer signaled you to follow him, leading you past the lively dance floor, whose tiles lit up in rainbow colors to the beat of the music. You were led up the stairs, almost unable to take your eyes off the people mingling and dancing, the place so alive and busy. Your body itched to shed your coat and join them. The bouncer stopped at another black glass door, politely knocking on it twice before he opened it, revealing the familiar faces of your girlfriends. They jumped up in excitement, popping those little confetti and streamer poppers as they cheered, “Surprise!” You were ushered in, the door closing as you grinned at your friends, embracing them warmly as they kissed your cheeks affectionately. They all said their ‘happy birthdays’, gushing over your outfit and makeup as they helped you with your coat and bag. “Come over here, _______,” your friend who had texted you patted the chic leather couch next to her. “The birthday girl sits in the middle!” You giggled and sat down, immediately being greeted by a cake with candles in it, “Oh my gosh, you guys.” They cooed and laughed, singing you happy birthday loudly and cheering when blew out the candles. “I don’t deserve you all. Really.” “Oh, stop that,” one of your friends scolded affectionately, “You always do so much for us, we really wanted to make this birthday extra special for you.” The rest agreed, already pushing presents into your hands. “Wait, guys,” you laughed, setting them down on the coffee table. “Presents later. I really just want to get down their and dance my ass off.” Your friends booed jokingly, but they were already heading towards the door, tying back their hair as they prepared for the sweaty mess downstairs. You felt your body vibrate, rushing down the stairs to finally step onto the bright and colorful dance floor. Your friends quickly joined you, forming a circle around you as you danced wildly, dropping down to the floor with the beat, causing them to scream gleefully at your sudden sexiness. You didn’t hold back, allowing your body to move provocatively to the beat as you closed your eyes and soaked in the music. You and friends danced for what felt like hours, taking the occasional break to indulge in some delicious drinks. Your body buzzed with the alcohol, but you were no lightweight, so your wits were right about you. You couldn’t say the same for your friends though, who stumbled around happily and danced without a care. You laughed at them, holding their hands so they wouldn’t fall over as you danced. Several cute guys had approached you, and you’d indulged in your inner desires as you danced with them. You would grind your ass into their crotch like an expert, ending up at one point sandwiched between two very cute guys. You kissed a few of them, just for shits and giggles, but the moment they whispered for you to leave with them and go ‘somewhere more private’, you would politely decline and slip away from them. Even with alcohol in your system, you were still smart enough to avoid a situation like that. You and your friends eventually reconvened, wanting to go open your presents and let your feet take a break too. Sitting down, you opened your presents, grateful for the effort they put into them. After opening the last one, you went to thank them, only to be hushed by one of them, “Wait, that wasn’t the last one.” They were all giggling, making your eyes narrow at them in suspicion. “All the girls and I pitched in for this one,” she smirked, your eyes widening as your feared the worse. The look they had on their faces only spelled trouble, “I’m sure you’ll find it rather…enjoyable.” Right on cue, the door opened, and a boy stepped in. He was far more gorgeous than any of the guys you’d danced with, making them look homely compared to the god that stood before you. Your jaw dropped, still unable to comprehend what they were implying, “I-I don’t understand…” He answered, voice so deep you felt it in your stomach, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, sweetheart.” He was dressed casually, but stylishly; a sports team jersey of sorts, sweatpants that left little to the imagination, and Timberlands that clunked with authority on the tiled floor. He wore gold chains too, actually making them look hot for the first time in your life. He had beautiful long brown hair that swooped perfectly, complimenting his warm brown eyes and perfectly pouty lips that naturally had a smirky curl to them. Sweetheart, you trembled at his words, eyes wide as he walked up to you effortlessly, firmly taking your chin into his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip with a smirk, one of your friends spoke up, holding back giggles, “Meet Johnny, _______. The most expensive and impressive call boy in the city, and he’s here to help you celebrate your birthday. You were speechless, eyes snapping up to meet his, which were watching and gauging your reaction carefully. He was perfectly calm and collected, while you were completely flabbergasted, still unable to understand what the hell was happening. “We also booked you a room at a really nice hotel,” one of your friends spoke up, biting her lip in amusement. If your eyes could get any bigger, they would have popped out of your skull. Your mouth couldn’t move, still transfixed with the way Johnny’s thumb parted your lips and slid into your mouth. You lightly tasted him on your tongue and accidentally let out a quiet whimper, his own lips twitching into a smile at your cute reaction. He’d have a lot of fun with you, you were definitely doing something to him. And he certainly didn’t mind. “Before your friends leave, baby girl,” Johnny simpered, finally letting his hand drop from your mouth. “I’m going to put on a little bit of a show for them, free of charge.” Your friends laughed and fanned themselves jokingly, but you could tell they were trying not to look as shook as you were. Johnny took a half step back from you, but he still towered so much that you had to crane your neck. You sat back, trying to relax your nerves but failing miserably as the call boy began to rotate his hips sensually to the muffled music on the other side of the door. If you thought your dancing had been risqué, Johnny made you look like a nun doing the Macarena. He suddenly slid onto the couch, straddling your hips and grinding into you as he gave you what you finally realized to be a lap dance. He grabbed the back of your head, exposing your neck so he could ghost his lips along your sensitive skin. You let out a whimper, this time not holding back as your hips moved on their own accord against his. Johnny stopped with a smirk against your neck, dragging his soft lips up to your ear where he whispered, “Now, now sweetheart. Let’s save that for later, your friends are still here.” He let his tongue run over the shell of your ear, his voice lower, “Unless you’re perfectly fine with me fucking you in front of your friends?” You shook your head, remembering that your friends were still in the room. You glanced quickly at them, they were clutching onto one another, eyes glazed over and biting their fingers at the scene before them. Johnny slid off your lap, taking your hand rather politely and snapping your friends from their trance, “Okay, ladies. Show’s over, time for us to leave.” They all gushed in agreement, some of them whispering excitedly to one another in disbelief, others reassuring you that they would take care of your presents. In a daze you thanked them, barely remembering how your coat ended up on you and your bag on your shoulder, “Bye…thank you for everything.” With his large hand grasping your smaller one, Johnny led you out of the club, easily weaving between crowds of people who were still dancing the night away. When you got out onto the street, snow was beginning to fall again, but the amount of people had only increased. The tall boy ran a hand through his hair, the action hypnotizing as he wrapped an arm around your waist and entered the stream of people, “This way.” You didn’t know what to say to him, but the silence was stifling, so you murmured loud enough so that only he could hear you, “You don’t have to do this, you know.” “I know,” he replied, glancing down at you once before continuing with a small smirk, “But I want to.” He waited a minute before replying with an actual smile, “And they paid me too, so…” You gave a small smile and blushed, clutching onto your bag for dear life as you two walked down the bustling street, snow falling softly and tickling your face. Your face burned all the way to the hotel, still unable to comprehend that such a gorgeous boy, a call boy at that, had his hand around your waist, and was leading you to some hotel where he would do God knows what to you. If some part of your brain was firing off and saying, “Hey, _____! Isn’t this a bad idea?”, you didn’t hear it. Instead you were listening to the other voice that whispered giddily, “A call boy! Just imagine! Wait! You don’t have to because it’s real!” While you were fighting a war in your mind, you failed to notice that the two of you arrived at the hotel, which was way too luxurious for normal people. Johnny walked in like it was nothing, like he owned it, and upon noticing your reaction he smirked, “Listen, sweetheart. I’ve been to nicer, my clients are quite fond of me and have quite the heavy purse. This is child’s play compared to other places.” He spared you a glance, eyes traveling up your legs and curves, as he murmured, “Who knows, maybe I’ll show you them someday.” You stared at your shoes in embarrassment, unable to find your usually witty tongue that served you so well. Instead, you walked with him through the sparkling lobby, the marble tiles so shiny you could see your reflection. Johnny didn’t even stop at the front desk, only giving the doorman a curt nod, who returned the gesture. As he pressed the button for the elevator, you gaped at him, “What was that?” “That, baby girl,” he smiled lazily, a confident look, “is called connections.” You were pulled into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, Johnny smashing the button that closed the doors before people could step on too. They cried out angrily but he only smirked at them, already backing you against the side of the elevator. “I was going to be a gentleman and wait until we got to the room,” Johnny murmured, large hands traveling to your waist. “But you look so good just standing there I can’t help but want a quick taste.” You barely had any time to reply when his lips crashed passionately into yours, hands on your hips rough as they tugged you into his. If kissing was an art form, Johnny had become a master artisan. His soft lips moved sensually against yours, controlling and powerful as you tilted your head back against the wall in defeat, allowing him to completely take over. He had you pinned against the cold metal wall, teeth nipping at your bottom lip for entrance as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You’d never been kissed like that, eyes flying open with a surprised moan before they slid close at the intimate feeling. Your head spun like you’d downed numerous shots, futilely trying to push his large frame off of yours so you could breath. But Johnny was stubborn and dominant, not stopping for a few more seconds before he pulled away, satisfyingly watching you gasp for air like someone who almost drowned. You noticed your hands had bunched up in his shirt in an iron grip, slowly releasing the fabric as you blushed. You really didn’t know what to say to him, how did you even talk with a call boy? Don’t you just fuck and then go your separate ways? Apparently not because Johnny couldn’t stop poking at you, all those pet names he threw around, the way he hadn’t stopped touching you since the club. He was beginning to frustrate you, though you couldn’t let him know that, he’d take too much pleasure in knowing he made you squirm. “How was that, baby girl?,” Johnny murmured as you reached your floor, making no move to get off as you realized he was waiting for an answer. You were known for being honest at all times, so you couldn’t help the words that slipped out of your mouth, “It was really hot.” Your ears turned pink, seeing a smile on his lips as he took your hand again and led you down a hall of doors. The walk felt never ending, your body becoming hotter with each step as you stopped at the very last door, a corner suite. From the pocket of his tantalizing grey sweatpants, Johnny pulled out a key card, which he swiped effortlessly. He held the door open for you, ducking under his arm as you took in your new surroundings. Your friends had apparently spared no expense, regardless of what Johnny said, the place was absolutely gorgeous. Decorated in a rather modern fashion, there was one impressive floor to ceiling window that over looked the city, and one grand king sized bed fitted with lovely grey sheets. You walked over to the bed and stroked the soft threads, unsure of what to do with yourself, but unable to meet Johnny’s eyes. He stood off to the side, watching you carefully like a predator watches his prey, wondering when he was going to pounce. You weren’t sure what you were feeling, whether you were ready or not, whether this was something you really wanted. Sure, your body was telling you to let Johnny do things to you no one had done before, but your brain was battling and kept you from falling into the call boy’s arms. You sat down on the bed and took your heeled boots off, not as an invitation for him to go on with it, but because you were suddenly so tired and confused. Johnny could tell you were at war with yourself, you were not the first time he’d dealt with someone who was hesitant. All you needed was a little push, a little reassurance, and he could give you that and much more if you agreed. “_______,” Johnny called out, surprising you as he used your name while he walked over and sat next to you on the bed. “I know what you’re thinking,” he said, turning to look at you, the natural curve of his mouth calm and pensive, “and I understand. This isn’t the first time someone was unsure, it’s actually really common.” You stayed silent, mulling over his words. He sighed, probably expecting you to say something, but you didn’t, not knowing how to tell him both sides of your feelings. He was gorgeous and willing, here only to make your wildest fantasies come true, but the truth is, you were terrified. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your friends, and Johnny certainly didn’t know. You were still a virgin. You were surprised Johnny couldn’t spot the fact that you were one from a mile away, seeing as he’s probably slept with more people than he could count on his fingers and toes four times over. The famous call boy stood up from the bedding, dusting off his pants, “I understand. I’m not going to force you into anything you would regret.” He was already making his way to the door, grabbing his coat as he reached for the door handle, “You don’t have to worry, I’ll give the money back to your friends. It’s not a big deal.” You forced yourself to look up, seeing him turn the handle with the actual intent of leaving sent your nerves into overdrive. You stood up suddenly, taking a few steps toward him, “Johnny, wait!” He turned expectantly, looking fazed for only a moment before he returned to his calm state, “What?” You gulped, closing the distance between the two of you and overlapping your hand with the the one that rested on the door handle, “Stay…please.” He let go immediately, dropping his coat and backing you up slowly in tottering steps until the back of your legs hit the bed. You sat back down on the edge, allowing him to tower of you and cage your body with his as he pushed you into the mattress. His voice was low, already laden with a lust that sent a shiver down your back, “You sure?” “Y-yes,” you quivered, hands lacing behind his neck as you pressed your thighs together, “I want you.” “Positive?,” he teased with a smile, playful and confident again as he let one of his hands barely slide up your miniskirt. “Yes! Fuck me!,” you cried out, exasperated and wiggling underneath that stare of his that practically undressed you. “Alright, princess,” Johnny smirked, lips barely touching yours, “You didn’t even say please, that wasn’t very nice of you.” His hand crept up into your skirt, finding that you were only wearing pantie hose without underwear, and that greatly excited him. He inched his fingers up your inner thigh, your legs parting on their own as you tilted your head back at the strange new feeling, “Ah…!” He bunched up your skirt around your hips, his short finger nails digging into the hose and ripping a hole big enough to give him access to your womanhood. Cool air hit your lower lips, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as Johnny let one of his fingers dip lightly into your wet folds. He down at you underneath him, smirking, “Now listen hear.” “I could take you real slow, sweetheart,” he traced a finger up your slit, letting it press lightly enough on your clit to make you gasp. “Or I could fuck your brains out.” You could only moan, feeling him increase the pressure on your clit as he circled it with his finger, “Either way, baby girl, you’re going to end up bent over and spread wide for me.” He bent down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear, retracting his hand from your core and unzipping your skirt slowly, “I’m going to make you come around my cock at least two times tonight, sweetheart. How does that sound?” You swallowed thickly, tears of pleasure already pricking at your eyes just from his words, “So good.” You’d never felt so aroused in all your life, your body experiencing sensations and feelings you’ve never felt before. It was all so new and beautiful, you’re sure your body wouldn’t be able to last the night. Johnny sat up and took his shirt off, giving you a good long look of his toned tan chest, his gold chains bouncing lightly as he walked around the bed until he laid himself down at the head. He made himself comfortable as you sat at the foot of the bed confused, “What’re you-” “I want you to dance for me, baby girl,” Johnny murmured, his hand languidly resting over the bulge in his sweatpants. “I saw you in the club, dancing like the little slut you are, such a naughty girl. Stand up.” You listened obediently, already sliding your skirt and panties hoes down your legs as your body moved to some silent music. You recalled a song you’d really liked from earlier on the dance floor, a hypnotic beat that had the risqué sound of a bed rhythmically creaking. You danced to that beat, tongue coming out to trace your bottom lip as you stared at Johnny, whose hand moved lightly over his sweatpants. He watched you with intense eyes, lips parting slightly as he watched your every movement, “You know you made so many guys hard, sweetheart. And you turned them all down too, isn’t that right?” His voice dropped an octave, his abs flexing as he rubbed his dick harder, “They all would have gladly waited in line to fuck you right there too.” Not missing a single movement of his hand, you slipped your shirt over your head, dropping down to the floor like you had in the club. Johnny sat up a little straighter to watch you knot your hips on the floor, his dick twitching at the sight of your bare body. As you stood back up, your reached behind and unclasped your bra, feeling bold enough to throw it at Johnny’s feet. He let out a small groan, watching as your crawled on all fours towards him on the bed. You felt like someone completely different than earlier, driven only by your need to be with Johnny and feel his touch. You let your hands press against his chest, straddling him like he had done to you in the club and grinding down in his clothes erection. Johnny must of had a ton of self control because he only breathed through his nostrils heavily and squeezed your hips with his hands, guiding you as you rode him. You let out lewd sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making, unable to bare the pleasure you were feeling, how hot Johnny’s skin was against your palms. You couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, your fingers leaving his chest and choosing to weave through his long brown hair. You tugged on the roots as he began to grind back up into you, making you moan, “Johnny…” He grunted in approval, stilling your for just a moment so he could pull his sweatpants down. You had left a large wet spot over the front, all from your dripping core as you rode him. You balked, realizing what his intention was as he slipped his impressive dick out of his briefs, “What’s wrong sweetheart? You suddenly scared?” You gulped, raising yourself up on trembling thighs so he could position himself at your entrance. Your fingers dug into the skin of his broad shoulders, heart beat picking up as you prepared yourself for him, “N-no.” He didn’t even reply, instead he decided enough was enough and slammed himself into you harshly. You cried out, tears slipping down your cheeks as his eyes suddenly widened in shock, “Shit. _______, why didn’t you tell me this was your first time?” You buried your head into his shoulder, sniffling from the pain as his arms wrapped comfortingly around your frame, “I-I didn’t want you to make fun of me.” Johnny sighed, showering your skin with kisses and rubbing soothing circles around your back, “Sweetheart, no….” You gave a shaky breath, beginning to get used to the unfamiliar stretch of your core, the strange feeling giving you a sense of completion. The call boy cupped your face, eyes surprisingly earnest, “I’ll make it up to you, baby girl, I promise, okay?” You nodded, resting your head against the crook of his neck. You felt so small in his arms, but safe, so you whispered tentatively, “Okay. You can move….” His hips moved gently at first, rocking in and out of you smoothly as you got used to the feeling, which began to build into one of pleasure. You hesitantly moved your hips, clumsily finding the same rhythm as him. He noticed you reciprocating his movement, picking up his speed slightly and pressing a kiss to your neck, “Feel good?” You could only moan softly, voice wavering as he bounced you on his dick getting increasingly rougher as he realized you were beginning to like it that way. His hips rutted harshly into yours, now unable to hold back as you grew accustomed to his size, biting down into the skin of his shoulder when he grabbed your ass, “Johnny!…” “Such a good girl,” he groaned, head lolling back against the headboard as he lost himself in the feeling. “Your tight little pussy feels so good.” Your breathing increased, feeling close to your high as Johnny spanked your ass roughly, most likely leaving a perfectly red handprint. Soon as his hand made contact with your ass again, you were gone, arching your back in a silent scream as your first orgasm of the night rolled over you. “That’s right, sweetheart,” Johnny smirked, obviously not close at all to his own high as he helped you ride out your high. “Come all over this dick.” Once you’d settled down, Johnny suddenly slipped out of you, taking your wrist and dragging you over to the large window. He pressed your naked body front first against the glass, legs still trembling from your release as you watched the unsuspecting people walk by on the street. He kicked your legs wider, running  a hand down your back as he guided his member to your dripping heat. Before he pushed into you, Johnny leaned over, resting his chin on your shoulder and licking the skin there, “I’m going to fuck you up against this window for all these people. They’re going to see you spread all pretty for me, baby girl, pressed against the glass like the slut you are.” You moaned loudly, feeling him push into your still flexing walls, a tighter fit than even the first time he entered you. He gave you no time to adjust, fucking you so hard against the window that the glass vibrated dagerously. You felt your heart increase as you were forced to look down at the people walking down on the ground. Someone could look up any minute and see your breasts pressed against the glass and you already felt a blush reaching your cheeks at the thought. For some reason, it excited you being in such a dangerous position. Johnny worked your body like a pro, his much taller height practically lifting you from the ground as you stood on your tip toes. He was hitting a spot inside of you that you didn’t realize was there, and each time he did, your body felt an electric shock. It was intoxicating the way he breath fanned across your back, his small grunts so sensual in your ear that you felt them travel to your core. He let out a groan, “I’m close, baby girl. I’m going to come all over you.” Pressing your cheek against the glass, you reached a hand down to rub yourself to completion. You saw stars as you touched your clit, not realizing such a small bundle of nerves could feel so incredible at just the slightest brush. Johnny saw you touching yourself, pushing your hand aside and replacing it with his own as he panted, “Let me help you out, sweetheart.” You slapped the glass with a hand covered in your essence as he pummeled into you, his thrusts becoming choppier as he approached his high. He suddenly pulled out with a loud groan, “Fuck…” You felt strands of his hot cum land on your back, turning your head to watch him pump his cock to milk it of all his release. Which was apparently a lot, leaving your back completely covered and messy. You shivered at the feeling, still close to your release as you cupped his jaw and kissed his passionately. Pulling away from his lips, you murmured against his lips, “Your cum feels so warm on my skin, Johnny.” He moaned and returned your kiss, sloppily letting his tongue stroke yours, remembering that you hadn’t come yet. Johnny fell to his knees, gold chains clinking lightly as he pushed you against the glass again, this time with your cum covered back smearing it. He spread your legs, a smirk on his face, “Don’t think I forgot about you sweetheart.” You didn’t understand what he meant until he leaned in and licked a stripe up your lower lips, your thighs trembling at the feeling. He mouthed your soaking heat, your fingers gripping at his hair as he made some of the lewdest noises with his mouth. He focused mainly on you clit, his teeth coming out to tug on it lightly as he brought his fingers to your entrance. He slipped two of his long fingers in, pumping them in and out at a nice steady pace as you moaned at the feeling. He hummed, sending gorgeous vibrations onto your clit and making you brain blank as you suddenly came. You arched into his mouth, trembling with your release as he pulled his mouth away and finger fucked you to completion, “That’s right sweetheart, let me have it.” When you came down, he pulled his fingers out and placed them in his mouth, looking up at you through his lashes as he sucked them clean. He placed kisses on your stomach, peeling you away from the mess you’d made on the glass with his come and laying you on your stomach on the bed. You sighed contently, watching as Johnny tucked himself into his sweatpants again and walked into the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth that steamed with warm water, coming over to clean your back of his release. “It’s been a while since someone made me come this much,” he casually observed, wiping you back and pressing kisses to it when he was done. “Usually I would leave right after I fucked someone but…” You felt something akin to hope bubble in your chest, for an unknown reason, and was happy. You tried to appear calm as you turned on your side, “But…what?” Johnny looked at you with a smile, a real one, laying down next to you so that you were face to face, “But, you’re rather interesting.” He brushed your hair behind your ear, “And cute. And beautiful.” You blushed, biting your lip to hide your pleased smile, “Oh.” He watched you amusedly, “Usually I have a personal rule where I don’t date my clients, but you’re a special case I think.” “What’re you trying to say?,” you smiled, feeling brave enough to brush the hair from his eyes. “What I’m trying to say is,” he started, pushing you down into the bed and caging you in with his arms. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out to get coffee sometime soon. So I can get to know the pretty personality behind the pretty face.” You laughed lightly, allowing him to press kisses to your neck, “I wouldn’t mind that at all either.” Johnny looked up at you happily, “Then it’s a date. Now,” he let his hands wander to places he had yet to explore, making you gasp, “we have this room for the rest of the night. Why don’t we put it to good use?”

[suhsexual]

Sentimental

II pt 1 II pt 2 II pt 3 II pt 4 II  pt 5 II pt 6 II pt 7 (Final) II

Johnny x Reader

College!AU 

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Recap: "You're just going to have to tell him." Ten sighed. He ran a hand through his hair as he really didn't even know what you should do. There was no way around it, No matter how Johnny found out, he would be furious. As both of your minds were spiralling into despair, neither of you heard the clicks of the door and the familiar voice that you dreaded to hear.  

"Tell him what?" Both of you snapped your heads to see Johnny standing just after the hallway, a completely baffled expression on his face.   

"Oh nothing." You smiled at Johnny, radiating innocence. You looked over at Ten who stared at you with a sour expression; a mixture of confusion and anger. You held a finger up at him slightly, indicating you knew what you were doing. Standing up, he shook his head in disappointment.  

"Well, I better get going." He chirped as he managed to cover his hurt expression with his contagious smile. "I'll see you guys later." And with that, he was gone. Leaving only yourself and Johnny. Another wave of guilt hit you as he slumped onto the sofa in the spot next to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.  

"So how was the party?" He asked as he traced circles onto your arm.

"Just like any other party to be honest, so nothing special really  How was work?" You looked up at him, trying to hide any trace of guilt that wanted to so desperately show on your features.

"Just like any other day at work to be honest, so nothing special really." He teased, earning him an eye roll from you followed by a small smile.  

"Well I'm going to get changed and take my makeup off." You shifted on the sofa and stood up, giving him a small kiss on your way up.  

As you walked into the bedroom, you heard him call your name.  

"Y/N?"  

"Yeah?" You answered back as you stepped out of the skirt that you wore.  

"You might want to get an ice pack on that hickey on your collarbone."  

You froze. Your body couldn't move, no matter how much you tried. You looked up into the mirror to see a small bruise forming on your collarbone. You managed to cover it with your hand but you felt a strong hand grab your wrist and move your hand from covering the hickey. You did whatever you could to not look him in the eyes, knowing you'd break down the moment you did.  

"Who was it?" You didn't answer. You tried your hardest to keep your sobs back, but his grip on your wrist tightened slightly as he shook it, making you look at him. "Y/N who was it!?" This time he shouted in your face. The tears you had tried to hold back the best you could broke free and they streamed down your face. "Was it Ten?!" He shouted again, causing your small self to flinch slightly at his voice.  

"N-no...Y-yuta." You managed to choke out in between sobs. He let go of your wrist harshly and he started to pace the bedroom. His hands found their way into his hair as he tugged on it trying to control his anger.

"Fucking Nakamoto Yuta." He let out a emotionless chuckle at the thought. "You threw away everything for him?" He looked at you with a smile of disbelief etched onto his face.  

"I haven't thrown anything away Johnny!" Frustration clear in your voice. He hadn't heard what you had to say and it was irking you.

"Well you clearly fucking have because do you really expect me to trust you now? After this? Y/N we had everything. We were perfect. I had never been so happy before in my life. I came here alone; my family over six thousand miles away and for a whole year I had no one apart from Ten. Then you came along and made my life brighter and more colourful. And now you just let all of that shatter into a million pieces."  

"I didn't-"

"I don't even want to hear it Y/N." He unclipped the bracelet you gave him for Christmas and threw it to the side before walking out of the bedroom.

"Johnny!" You chased after him. You caught up to him and clung to his arm, he shook you off before opening the door. "Listen to me!" You grabbed his arm again and he turned to face you, letting the front door close again. "You don't think this means a lot to me?! I was scared Johnny. I was scared of ever falling for someone after what Jinhwan did to Mina. I was scared that something like that would happen to me to so I never trusted anyone. But then I met you and you completely changed my perspective."

"Obviously it didn't change enough." He scoffed. He looked drained, numb in fact; your words barely affecting him.

"Yes it did!"

"Then why the fuck did you sleep with Yuta?!"  

"I didn't sleep with him! He stopped it before-"

"Oh he stopped it! So if he didn't you probably would've slept with him?!" He practically basked in your slip up on how if it wasn't for Yuta stopping things, it would've gone further than it did.

"I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing!" You screamed in retaliation.  

"Well if you were smart enough, you wouldn't have drank as much as you did, knowing that you clearly had some sort of feelings for him, because if you had some actual fucking common sense you'd realise you probably wouldn't have been able to control your feelings around him! And oh look here! Look at what happened!" His tone was sarcastic and it hurt you; he was rubbing salt into the wound and it was making you feel even worse about yourself. "Don't fucking talk to me again Y/N."  

And with that, he was gone. The one person you loved unconditionally and cherished the most had left you all alone to bathe in the guilt that flooded the atmosphere. You collapsed to the floor, your hands covering you face trying to quieten the loud sobs that you gave up trying to keep in.  

It was all your fault. Why did you try to defend yourself? He was right, you were stupid enough to get so drunk that you couldn't control your unexplainable feelings towards Yuta and lust overcame you.

_

It had been two days since Johnny left and you hadn't moved from your spot on the sofa since that day. You lay there feeling numb; only finding the will to moved when your stomach couldn't handle your neglect or when you need the toilet. You hadn't had a shower nor did you have any energy to get one. You were running on 5 hours sleep over the past two days and you were coming to your wit's end.  

Your phone vibrated at least once every hour with a new text from Ten; not opening even one. From what your read from the text previews on your screen, he didn't want to come over and bother you but to just let him know if you needed anything.  

You were startled though when you heard your phone ring. You peered over at your phone that lay on the coffee table, looking at the contact name displayed. 'Mina'.

You sat up and picked you phone up as you did, tapping the accept button.

"Y/N!" A loud squeal hurled itself down the call and you phone the phone away from your ear slightly.  

"Hey." You spoke with no emotion. Not able to push any forced happiness out of yourself.

"Jesus, such a grump." She giggled. "Well, I'm visiting the city and thought we should meet up! You wanna meet up somewhere of I come over?"  

"I not really in the mood." Your voice quiet and shaky, which sadly she caught on to.

"Y/N what's wrong? Scrap that, don't tell me. I'm coming over straight away. I love you okay." And with that, she hung up. You were scared. You didn't want to have to relive the experience whilst telling her what had happened.  

About 20 minutes after your call with Mina, you heard a knock on the door. You stood up, barely able to hold yourself up as you walked to the door. Once you opened it, Mina's jaw dropped. You knew you looked like a mess, but you didn't know it was that bad.

"Oh my god Y/N!" Her hands came up and cupped you face, she wiped away the tear you didn't even realise you shed; immune to the sensation. Her hand moved from your face as she embraced you, your arms not even moving to hug her back as you didn't have the energy.  

She walked you over to the sofa after closing the door. She at you down as she sat beside you, her hands baring a death grip on your own.  

"What happened?" She asked quietly, her voice soothing and calm.

"Me and Johnny- we broke up."  

"What why?" You could see she wanted to flip out but she stayed calm, knowing that it would just scare you from telling her.

"A while ago I became friends with this guy and-" You felt her hold on your hands loosen a bit, she knew where it was headed and she was disappointed. "-and he was at the party and we almost..."  

"Why?" She was stern yet sympathetic at the same time. Her voice a dull monotone.

"I don't know! I just, he was just so nice, and kind, and funny-"

"And Johnny wasn't?" She almost laughed in disbelief.  

"He was! He is...Look, I don't know why I did it okay. I know, Johnny was fucking perfect, he looked after me, he protected me he fucking loved me and I was a stupid bitch and ruined it all!" You began to cry hysterically; your sobs quickly muffled as Mina pulled you into her, her hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair gently.

"You are a stupid bitch." She sighed. "But you can't mope around forever, it's going to kill you eventually. I can tell you haven't eaten properly, you've lost weight." You looked away, ashamed of yourself. You cold only imagine how pitiful you probably looked.

There was a few minutes silence before she spoke up again.

"We're going away together." She stated matter-of-factly.  

"What?"  

"We're getting you out of this hovel and we are going to go away for a few weeks and I'm paying. You're lucky I'm a features editor for W." She teased playfully, trying to ease the mood. You smiled slightly and nodded in response. "Right! You've always wanted to go to Singapore, so we're going there! I'll book the tickets for Friday!"  

_

A few days later, when Mina brought all of her stuff from her friend's house to your place ready for tomorrow, you started to feel better; at least better than before. You weren't as lonely and you were able to try and take your mind off things, though it rarely did. You missed his touch, his laugh, his smile. You missed everything.  

You kept receiving texts from Ten and you found that it was time to stop being petty and pathetic. You felt bad for ignoring his attempts of contacting you but you had made some sort of instinctive decision that you couldn't be friends with him because he was Johnny's best friend; you realised that shouldn't stop you from keeping in contact with one of your closest friends.  

You picked up your phone from the coffee table as you and Mina sat on the sofa whilst watching a drama. You hesitated at first but your typed out "let's meet up." And quickly pressed send before you changed your mind. Within seconds Ten's name appeared on your screen with a "Sure, I'll meet you at the coffee shop at 8" and with that you left your warm spot on the sofa to put something a little more suited for the stuffy summer air outside.  

"Where are you going?" Mina questioned with slight confusion. You had been grieving for days now suddenly you were getting ready to go out somewhere.  

"I'm just meeting up with a friend before we go away tomorrow." You reassured her and she just left it at that, giving you a nod of her head in acknowledgment.  

Within 15 minutes you were already out of the door and making your way to the coffee shop you and Ten frequented a lot with Johnny. The sight of it brought back a warm feeling in your heart and a small smile spread across your lips. Once you walked in you saw Ten sitting at the usual spot you guys sat at. He stood up and opened his arms for you and you didn't hesitate to accept his friendly gesture. You missed him.

"How've you been?" He asked as you broke apart and sat down opposite one another. You stayed quiet for a moment before answering.

"Terrible." You weren't going to lie and make it seem like you were over it. You weren't. You didn't want to be over it. You wanted him back and you weren't going to hide the fact.  

"That makes two-out-of-two." He sighed deeply, running both his hands through his hair. "He hasn't spoken to me properly since he came home that night. He was a mess after that Y/N, I don't even know how he found out."  

You sat in silence as he talked, guilt causing your eyes to lower until you were staring at the table. When you didn't respond to his prompt to tell him what happened that night he sighed and sat quietly for a moment.

"I know you didn't mean to do what you did." Your ears perked at his empathetic words. "I've been telling him that, even though he doesn't reply. He means just as much to you as you do to him, I can see it. You have to sort this out with him soon."  

"I can't, right now." Your voice was hushed.

"Why?"

"My sister is taking me away for a few weeks. She thinks I need time away from all of this."  

"Running away from this isn't going to solve anything."  

"I'm not running away, Ten." You sighed heavily. You knew it seemed as though you were running away from your problems and you admitted you partly were, but you also thought it would be best to be away from each other for a little while – test the waters to see if you actually needed each other or if it was a lost cause. "I've explained myself to him, what else is there for me to do? I'm just waiting to see what happens, I'm leaving it down to him to decide. I want him to choose what will make him the happiest seems as I was the one who ruined it."  

Ten said nothing, he just looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. He watched as you stood up from your seat.

"I've got to get going now, the flight is at 6 so I need to sleep. I'll see you in a few weeks, hopefully." You smiled at him and offered a small wave.

"I'll see you then." He stood up and moved around the table to hug you quickly before you left the coffee shop.

As you walked home your mind ran wild as you played through different scenarios in your head of how all of this could turn out; some had you hoping, others created tears that threatened to fall with any further thought.

By the time you got home it was around 8:40pm. You found Mina passed out on the sofa, causing you to smile softly as you slipped out of your shoes and grabbed the remote for the TV, turning  it off. You decided it was best to have an early night as your flight was at 6am the next morning.

_

You finally fell asleep at around 12am and the high pitched rings of your alarm caused your sleep deprived eyes to sluggishly open. Managing to pull yourself up to turn your alarm off, you sat on the edge of your bed, looking at your phone which was staring you in the face. You thought over multiple times in your head whether you should do it. Should you text him? Should you let him know where you stand? You hesitated before quickly grabbing the phone and unlocking it.  

You stared at the keypad on your phone; your thumbs hovering over the keys. What do you have to loose?  

You started to type your message at lightening speed and sent it before you could change your mind. You threw the phone on the other side of the bed, hoping that would somehow magically undo everything you just did. You slid under the covers, pulling the linen sheets over your head. Oh god why did I do that? As you questioned yourself, you played with the small ring that graced your left index finger, never having taken it off.

_

He sat on his bed as he idly scrolled through his phone, the dim sunlight produced by the sunrise filtering through the blinds. He had never felt so unproductive and hopeless in this entire adult life, he couldn't sleep because all he did was sit there and contemplate everything that had happened. Was he wrong for leaving you like that? Was it unfair that he didn't hear you out? Those thoughts constantly ran through his head and he was slowly going insane.  

He froze as his phone vibrated in his hand, his eyes locked on the contact name that appeared. It was you. He left it for a few moments before opening it, hesitant to read it at first.  

"I know what I did was wrong. I never wanted something like this to happen. All I've been doing for the past week is question myself; 'Why did I jeopardise the best thing to ever happen to me?' Johnny, you mean everything to me, and I hurt you and I can never forgive myself for what I've done to you. So that that's why I'm making sure we have time apart. You may find that you're happier without me, and that trying to fix this is just going to break us even more than it has. I'm going away with Mina tomorrow to Singapore until the 30th. I'm not taking my phone with me; I need a break from everything to re-evaluate myself, and you should do the same. I only want you to be happy, because if you're happy, I'm happy, and that's all I care about."

Even through it was a text, he could see the pain and love that were settled in between the lines as he read. He sat, motionless, the only sign of life within him was the silent tears; slowly dragging themselves down his cheek. He brought his left index finger up to his lips; the silver band that he hadn't taken off since the day he put it on, when the two of you were own your way back to Seoul from visiting Daegu. He didn't dare take it off even on the night that he found out about Yuta, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He felt that is he took it off, it was a permanent end to the best part of his life, and he didn't want that to be over, he wasn't going to let it end.  

He quickly scrambled to his feet, looking at the time on his phone quickly, 4:57am. He rushed out of his bedroom and burst the door of Ten's bedroom open. He walked over to the bed so he towered over Ten, gently shaking his body to wake him up. The black haired boy's eyes opened slowly and noticed how Johnny's hand was shaking as he gripped onto his upper arm.

"What time is she leaving?" His voice was just as shaky as his hand.

"What?" Ten was still half asleep, not being able to comprehend his question.

"When is Y/N's flight?"  

"She said it was at 6am. Wait why-" And before Ten could finish his question, Johnny had already left the room. Returning to his own to quickly throw on a pair of jeans but leaving his black bed top on. He hopped about whilst trying to out his shoes on, once he did he grabbed is keys wallet and ran out of the door, leaving a drowsy Ten standing in the doorway of his bedroom staring at him running down the hallway.

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You hauled your suitcase out from the back of the taxi and Mina went in to grab hers after you. Once you both had everything and paid the driver, you both made your way to the check in. You checked the time on the departures board and 5:20am was displayed in the screen. The line wasn't that long as you were running late due to Mina forgetting her passport, so everyone else had probably already checked in.  

You hadn't travelled abroad for a while, and you were excited to be able to spend it with your sister. You thought how you sometimes took her for granted; she would drop anything and everything to help you, she had always been like that and it was something you loved so much about her, and to be honest, you would do the same for her.  

Once the few people before the two of you in the line finished checking in, Mina handed the airline assistant her passport and the woman booked her in as she placed the suitcase on the conveyer belt. You sat on your suitcase as your waited, you looked at your ring and sighed. You thought about whether or not he texted you back - not like you expected him to; it was 5am – and the thought made you regret not bringing your phone but your quickly reminded yourself that this was a break from everything.  

It was your turn to check in and Mina waited next to you as you handed your passport to the assistant; Mina put your bag on the conveyer for you and you were handed your boarding ticket and passport and given a over exaggerated smile from the airline assistant, you awkwardly smiled back as the two of your walked towards security together.  

The silence of the semi-quiet airport was broken as the sound of heavy, fast paced steps echoed around the high ceilings. You were too engaged in conversation with Mina to care so you didn't bother looking for who was in such a rush. But that was before your felt a hand that had a strong grip latch onto your upper arm. You looked over at Mina, who seemed to have already seen who it was, the expression on her face giving it away.  

You stopped in your tracks and turned to find those deep brown puppy-like eyes you had been wanting see for the past week. Johnny's hair was dishevelled from running from the airport bus station to where he was now; holding you arm with a death grip, scared of letting go just in case your would somehow suddenly disappear.  

You couldn't process what was happening, but you felt yourself being engulfed by the strong arms that you felt so safe in. Your arms still hung at your sides but you felt your eyes tearing up as he continued to hold you close; nuzzling his face into your hair.  

"I love you Y/N." The moment you heard those words was when your finally lost it. You arms wrapped themselves around his waist as your began to hysterically sob; burying your face into his chest.  

"I love you too." He pulled away from the embrace but made sure to keep a hold on you as his hand moved to intertwine his finger with yours, dipping down to seal his lips with your own. The soft lips you had been craving for the past never felt so good until this moment. You both put every emotion you could conjure into the kiss; parting shortly after only to gaze longingly at one another.  

Never before had you felt so sentimental.

A/N: WELL FUCK ME! IT’S FINISHED! Literally I am so sorry for being so bad with updates with this, and I’m sorry if the ending might seem a bit abrupt but I will be making a full part of Memoir soon so this isn’t the end of Y/N* AND JOHNNY!!! (eventually Memoir will cross over with this chapter so you’ll find out what happens with Y/N* and Johnny!)

*Y/N will be called Minji in Memoir (Y/N in Memoir is Mina!) 

Also shoutout to my friends who put up with my annoying ass always asking for help with wtf to write when I’m going through a writer’s block, liy guys~~