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Bookshop

Johnny took you to the little bookstore you were rambling about all week, and you were so excited to pick out some books you've been meaning to buy. Plus, the little bookstore created such a peaceful and relaxing atmosphere, that you couldn't help but be enticed by the beauty.

"Pick whatever you want." Johnny said nonchalantly. "I’ll pay." Your eyes widen at him, in shock that he was so cool about this.

"It's fine I can pa-" He gently cupped your jaw as your eyes met. "Let me pay, please."

"Really? Are you sure?" your eyebrows furrowed in response.

"Y/n," Johnny started, bending to whisper in your ear. "I am paying and that's final."

Your heart fluttered at the heat of his body so close to yours. You didn't think Johnny noticed the peak in your heart rate, but you knew he could tell when you looked up to find him smirking.

"So, I'm going to go get coffee," he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head before eyeing the bookshelves. "Have fun book shopping, my love. I'll be back in 10."

"Maybe in 20?" You smiled innocently at Johnny.

"Buy as many books even hardcover books as you want," Johnny laughed, knowing how much you loved the hardcover books.

"I will be back in 30." Johnny smiled and headed towards the coffee shop.

Johnny left you surrounded by the enchanting aroma of books and the soft rustling of pages being turned by other people in the shop. The bookstore held an undeniable charm, its narrow aisles filled with shelves stacked from floor to ceiling with books of every genre imaginable.

You began pursuing the shelves, running your fingers along the spines of various books, each one a potential treasure waiting to be discovered. As you explore the aisles, you start to stock books in your hands.

You found yourself drawn to a section of your favourite literature, you picked up a beautifully bound hardcover edition of your favourite book. Questioning if you should buy another version of it or not.

As you continued your research, you stumbled across a few other books you were hesitant to buy, and Johnny´s encouragement gave you the courage you needed.

When you turned into the next aisle, you heard "I see you've been busy." Johnny teased you with coffee in hand and a big smile across his face.

Johnny placed both cups on the empty shelf and walked towards you to pick up the books in your arms, he carefully took them "Are you sure these are all the books you wanted?"

I looked at him and smiled "I think so."

While Johnny headed to the checkout with all the books I had chosen, I took both cups from the shelf and headed after him.

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Lesson for lesson

We agreed to meet at Charles' apartment. When I got there, the apartment was empty. I headed into the living room and walked past Charles' piano. I always loved listening to Charles playing, his focused expression and the smile that played on his face was breathtaking.

I turned on the TV and some show was on, but I wasn't paying attention to it. All I could think about was the piano. Finally, I couldn't help myself and went over to it.

I sat down on the stool by the piano, picked up some sheet music Charles had laid out beside it, and flipped to the beginning, where there were light melodies.

I put my fingers on the keys and tried the first notes. My fingers slid over the keys and the melody seemed disorganized and inharmonious. I tried a few more times, but the result was always the same.

I rubbed my face in frustration and saw movement to my left. I turned my head and saw Charles leaning against the door frame, watching me with a smile.

Wordlessly, he parted to me, sitting down on the piano stool next to me.

“Y/n, will you let me help you?” Charles asked with a kind smile.

I was a little surprised at first, but I nodded. There was something magical about how quickly he took on the role of teacher and his calm attitude.

Charles began to show me how to hold my hands properly, use my fingers and play a chord correctly.

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After a few lessons, I began to understand the language of music and why he loves it so much. My movement improved and became smoother. The melody sounded clearer and more harmonious.

At each of our "lessons" Charles seemed happy that I was improving or it was the fact that he could share one of his passions with someone. Although I doubt, I had the musical talent he did.

I love music, and on several occasions Charles and I explored each other's music playlists together and even found common favourites. But the way Charles always relaxed when he sat down at the piano to play was amazing view.

I loved that look, watching and listening to him and several times I fell asleep on the couch while he played.

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I got better and better over the next few months. One afternoon, when I arrived a little earlier than Charles, who was late from training, I decided to train.

Last week I found one of our favourite songs and practiced it in secret so I could surprise Charles.

My fingers carefully moved across the keyboard with the grace and delicacy I'd gained from practicing with Charles, filling the apartment with a lovely melody.

The melody penetrated to the core of my bones, and sometimes my hand slipped a little, but I didn't stop and continued to play.

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Charles pov:

Today's practice was a bit long, the mechanics needed to make some more adjustments and wanted to know if everything was working as it should. I knew Y/n would be at the apartment waiting for me.

So as soon as I got out of the garage, I headed to the locker room. I took a quick shower packed my stuff and headed to the parking lot where my car was waiting for me.

I got in my Ferrari and pulled out onto the road towards the apartment. I parked in front of the apartment, grabbed my stuff from the trunk and almost ran as I couldn't wait.

I put my keys in the lock, turned it and the lock clicked. The first thing I noticed was the melody from the piano. I walked into the apartment, which was filled with a lovely melody. I carefully closed the door and put my things on the floor. 

Quietly, I walked in the direction the melody was coming from. Y/n played carefully, but with a delicacy that she had lacked before. Her song was full of emotion, and at that moment I realized it was our favourite song. She must have practiced it in secret.

I stood in the doorway and listened to the melody, completely entranced by the moment. I was happy for her, for how much she had improved. Most of all, I appreciate her effort and dedication to the music. It was a beautiful moment and I didn't want to disturb it.

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I led Charles to the kitchen where I prepared all the necessary ingredients.

I showed Charles all the ingredients and explained the process, which I printed out just in case so he could look at it as he worked.

Last week I was wondering what I could get Charles for his piano lessons, so I thought I could teach him to bake something. His passion is music and mine is baking.

I was scrolling through internet looking for a simple recipe and came across chocolate cake. So, the plan was clear, I'm going to teach him how to bake a cake. 

After work, I went shopping for everything I needed to make it and I still had to buy a cake pan.

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Charles pov:

I stood in the kitchen next to Y/n and listened to everything she said, I loved the look.

After the explanation, we got down to business. I was amazed at the precision and concentration with which Y/n worked.

I watched her every move and learned how to handle everything Y/n showed me, what temperature to heat the oven, how to grease the cake pan properly, and most importantly how to tell if the dough was properly made.

Y/n let me do all the work and checked that I was doing it right.

I was just mixing the last two ingredients together: “You have to be careful that everything is mixed and there are no lumps left."

I slowed down and made sure I was careful with every movement.

The dough was ready, I carefully poured it into the cake pan, and it placed it in the preheated oven and set the alarm.

I walked over to Y/n and pulled her close to me: "I was wondering how we could entertain ourselves in the meantime."

I kissed her and was about to continue, but Y/n broke the kiss and turned me towards the line.

“Who's going to clean this?" She pointed to the counter full of dishes.

“We can clean it up later." I leaned in for another kiss.

“This is part of the process." She smiled at me and started cleaning up.

After a few minutes, we were done and the cake was about to be ready. The cake was successful, just baked and smelling lovely.

We sat together at the table and shared the amazing sweet treat we had created together.

We both laughed while baking and I realized that we had managed to combine our two passions.

And so, we continued our piano and baking lessons together.

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mick + "you slept like a baby. it was kind of cute."

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x female!reader

Words: 811

A/n: here comes my baby Mick. I’m soooo happy to finally write for him, I hope I did him justice 🥺

First, you heard some game noises. The one from your boyfriend’s favorite video game.

Then you heard some complaints in German. Needless to say there was only man you know that could be saying them.

You open one eye, trying to adjust to the sun shining in the room, then the other. You were still sleepy and your glance was a little blurry. But it didn’t take you long to recognize and remember where you are. The TV showing the video game you just heard, the poster of an old f1 gp on the wall, one his father won obviously, the shelf with all the trophies and all Angie’s stuff in the corner of the room. Yeah, no doubt. You were at your boyfriend’s place.

Your head was on his lap so when you turned around, you saw his beautiful and serious face. You loved how his blue eyes seemed bigger when he focused on winning his game. Or he was biting his lips without even noticing it when it got harder. The sun was shining on his face and it was like a beautiful painting. Yes, Mick was definitely an angel, as if you needed confirmation;

His face softened suddenly and a smile appeared on his lips. “Good morning, Mein Liebling” he said with a low voice, knowing that you just woke up. One of his hands left the controller so he could brush your hair with so much tenderness. If you thought about sitting up, you clearly abandoned this idea. How could leave his lovely touch and body when it was the most comfortable and safest place you know.

“You shouldn't have let me sleep” you yawned, which made him laugh. “We were supposed to spend the day together.” You felt guilty about falling asleep. Not you meant to. Mick came back yesterday from a two weeks trip with Mercedes. As usual, you had been studying a lot while he was gone. It was the advantage of being alone: except for when Mick texted you or called you to make sure you were taking a break, you could work as much as you want. The only problem was that you sacrificed most of your nights to do that. So when you stopped, all the tiredness hit you. 

The music stopped playing. You turned your head slightly to see that Mick put the game on pause. And before you could ask anything, his second hand meet your face to make you face him again. Then it was his soft lips that met yours for a lovely and tender kiss. You felt his blond hair brushing your forehead. “You needed some sleep.” he spoke against your lips. “So I let you sleep.”

That was pure Mick. He always put the others first. Not that he considered letting you take a nap a sacrifice. Especially considering he was home for two weeks and he had planned many things with you. But if you told him that you wanted to travel with him during his break, he would cancel all his plans and go with you. He would do anything for you, from doing the craziest thing to watch you sleep peacefully.

Mick sat up straight and helped you cuddle against him. "Plus you slept like a baby.” He laughed, still brushing your hair. You hit him in the chest, which, of course, made him laugh even harder. “It was kind of cute!" 

“You watched me sleep, Schumi?”

“Do I have to remind you that you didn’t fall asleep on my lap?” you frowned. You didn’t? You questioned Mick with a confused look and he answered by shaking his head. “I promise you didn’t. You were lying next to me, reading your book. I took it away when I saw you sleeping. I don’t know if it’s the movement or if you just remembered that I was more comfortable than your favorite pillow, but you ended up here.” 

It wasn’t a surprise. Anytime you were sleeping together, either you or Mick would find its way to the other. Even when you didn’t feel asleep in each other’s arms, you would always wake up with Mick’s body pressed against yours, his arms around you and, sometimes, his lips on your hair like he wanted to give you some love even while asleep. Anytime it happened, you saw it as a reminder that Mick was your soulmate.

Now that you were well awake, you didn’t plan on spending the rest of your day doing nothing. So you took the controller on the bed and gave your boyfriend a challenging look. “I heard you had some troubles, wanna fight?”

“You heard?” he answered, confused, but still looking for the second controller beside the bed.

“Well, you watch me sleep, I listen to you playing. It was kind of cute!” you added, trying to sound like him.  

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Night

pairing: Azriel x reader

warning: non

summary: just fluff my friends

I finally got everything sorted out with Rhys and Cassian and was able to head to the House of Wind. I was looking forward to a bed and a warm bath.

Not that I was looking for a bed, I was used to worse conditions, but after the scuffle with the guards it was a welcome option.

I landed on the upper balcony and soaking wet, I made my way to my bedroom.

As I approached the bedroom, I felt something luring me in. I stopped at the door and peered inside, noticing the open door to the balcony, which allowed the moon to shine into the room and fill it with cool spring breeze that smelled of first flowers of the season.

I quietly crept into the room and approached the spot where Y/n was sitting with a book in hand and in a silk nightgown the colour of the night sky, that didn't even reach her knees. She hadn't noticed me yet, and I wasn't about to change that, lest I startle her.

I slowly loosened the bridle on the shadows and they slowly crept towards Y/n.

They first approached the chair and then crawled up to Y/n, but before they could even touch her, Y/n turned and smiled at me. I always wondered if she could sense them.

Y/n threw her book in the chair and ran over to me. I walked towards her with open arms. When I finally had her in my arms, I squeezed her tightly and inhaled her lavender scent that was so familiar to me.

Before I could say anything, Y/n kissed me. I smiled into the kiss and before I could do anything, Y/n broke the kiss and said: “Az you smell awful, you should take a bath.”

I looked back at her with a grin: “Will you join me?”

Y/n replied with a smile: “No, but I'll wait here for you.”

I kissed her again before letting her out of my arms. Y/n returned to her chair, picked up her book and continued reading.

When I entered the bathroom where a bathtub filled with hot water and a few bottles of unknown contents were already waiting for me. The house always knows what we need.

After two baths when I tried to wash all the dirt off me, I came out of the bathroom wearing only my pants. Y/n was still sitting in the chair with a book in her hands. I quietly walked over to her, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

Y/n raised her head and looked at me with a smile: “You smell much better now.” I laughed: “I just smell better?”

Y/n just laughed. Before she could say anything, I bent down to her and picked her up under her knees, she put her arms around my neck not letting the book out of her hand as I lifted her into my arms.

I wanted to take her to bed, but Y/n protested: “I don't want to go to bed yet.”

So, with Y/n in my arms, I settled into the chair, which, even though it was lined with pillows, could accommodate me and my wings.

Y/n set the book down on the coffee table to the left of the chair and snuggled into my arms, cuddling up closer to my bare chest. I inhaled her lavender scent, which always helped me relax.

We both quietly enjoyed each other's company and letting the arms of sleep embrace us.

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I felt movement and woke up with a jerk. I quickly opened my eyes and was about to reach for the knife, but realized it was just Y/n in my arms.

I stroked her cheek and kissed her while she slept. Y/n just wiggled, so I gathered her in my arms and headed to the bed.

I carefully laid her down on her side of the bed and covered her up. I walked around the bed and lied down. Slowly, I turned towards Y/n and pulled her into my arms. I wrapped one arm around her stomach and linked the other with hers.

Y/n turned to face me and gave me a tender kiss on the tip of my nose: “Good night.”

I let her scent lull me into dreamland.

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Mornings

Mornings with Johnny were something I'd never tire of. The sun usually woke us both early but never fully. In the soft glow of the early light there were bleary eyes, gentle caresses, lazy kisses and sleepy smiles as we basked in each other's warmth. Today was no exception.

Only today we didn't have to get up at all.

Lips brushing gently over the back of my neck and shoulders had my eyes fluttering open just slightly and I sighed contentedly at the touch. I turned in his arms and snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Mornin’,” I mumbled against his skin even as I felt myself edging closer to slumber again. He said something back, probably a good morning, so quiet I could only tell by the rumbling of his chest. I didn’t bother to ask what it was.

His fingers traced lazily up my spine, my skin tingling in their wake, and I sighed out softly, content. Pulling me closer, he pressed his face into my hair and inhaled. I smiled, often doing the same thing to him, he smelled like home to me and I knew what a comfort that was.

The soft gentle touches were simultaneously drawing me back to sleep and waking up my senses and while I waited to see which impulse would win I pressed barely-there kisses along his chest, working my way slowly up to his neck. Wakefulness finally began to triumph.

I tilted my head up, eyes opening just a little as my hand reached up to brush through his hair. Our eyes met for a minute and a sleepy smile graced his lips a moment before I let my eyelids droop again.

Breath ghosted over my lips and I shifted to press them against Johnny’s, the kiss half-hearted but full of affection. We both lingered there, breathing each other’s air, absorbing each other’s warmth, smiling at nothing.

Eventually I tucked my head back into his chest and tangled our legs together as he hugged me closer in response. Mornings like this were something sacred, something we took care to draw out and savour.

We were both mostly awake now but neither of us would get up for a few more hours at least. Until then we’d try to sleep, breaking the illusion only to trade gentle touches and loving kisses. Yes, mornings with Johnny were something I’d never tire of.

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You're in your room scrolling through tiktok.

An edit comes up and you smirk, when you notice, who it is.

It's a edit of your boyfriend Johnny.

This scene is from one of the NCT Life episode, where they play games in the pool and you can see his abs under his shirt.

You send it to him.

And then you hear ''Y/n, If it's another edit of me I'll throw your phone away.''

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Cuddling

You're laying on the couch with Johnny watching movie.

You're cuddling. He has his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Your hands in his hairs, you know he is close to falling asleep.

You're debating to go upstairs because it's more comfortable.

You stop playing with his hair knowing he could feel that.

You hear him say in his sleep voice ''Why did you stop that feels good" he mumbles against your chest.

You chucle and says softly to him ''We gotta go to bed that's more comfortable''.

He groans and nuzzles his head against your boobs.

Clearly not impressed with what I just told him.

''I don't want to get up I'm comfortable'' he says.

Pressing a kiss to my cleavage ''I know you're comfortable, but we can cuddle on the bed too''.

You hear him softly mumble something and gets up.

He smile and place kiss to your forehead before he lift you from cought.

You smile at him and kiss his forehead too.

He takes you upstairs.

He lays you down on the bed and place himself on top of you.

He puts his face on your chest again.

''Good night I love you''

You smile at him and says ''Good night I love you more''.

You hear him mumble something before he falls asleep.

Minutes later you're asleep too with the love of your life on top of you.

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Imagine... Johnny is live on Instagram. His fans know that he has a gf but don't know who she is. 

Johnny reads comments when he gets one like ''Where's is your gf?'' ''How's your gf?'' Johnny reads them outloud.

''I don't know babe, how are doing?'' He looks up to you waiting for your response. 

You didnt want to give anything away so you put two thumbs up. 

''Ah she put two thumbs up, I think that means she’s alright.''

He’s grinning at his phone and he gets comments like ''Awww he's blushing!'' ''He's so in love!'' ''He's definitely in love with her!'' 

He laughs and looks at you. '' I am definitely... in love.''

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SIMply Mine

A Sungchan fic that’s part of our Halloween Series! 

Summary: You need a date to your sister’s wedding. What better date could there be than your favorite video game character? 

Pairing: Dating Sim! Sungchan x female reader

Genre: romance, fluff, drama, teeny bit of angst

Word Count: 5.4k

(A/N: hey y’all! This is gonna be quite fluffy so BRACE YOURSELF. I hope you guys enjoy it! Shoutout to @markeu-lii​ with her piece Colours and @moondustaeil​ with her piece Colourized Ecru for inspiring me with this piece!)

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You sat in your seat in the recording booth at Neo City’s top radio station, Hits 12.7. You read over your script that your manager had freshly printed with today’s breaking stories.

Including one that you shouldn’t have been reading about for the first time at that moment.

That’s right. Your little sister Phoebe was engaged!

You didn’t have time to process the news as you were back on air with your co-host in 3…2…1…

Your co-host Doyoung said into his mic. “All right, Neo City, here’s some breaking news: America’s power couple Osaki Shotaro and Phoebe y/l/n are engaged! Y/n, why didn’t you tell us?”

You kicked Doyoung under the table, silently telling him that this was the first time you were hearing of it. You put a finger to your lips before he said anything else.

“Well, Doyoung, I am simply over the moon for her. He was her celebrity crush since we were in high school! They love each other so much so this is not a surprise.” Your younger sister was two years younger than you and you remembered driving to school, blaring Shotaro’s debut album from your pick-up.

When he read the continuation of the script, you gave him daggers for eyes and dared him to read what came next aloud. And that he did. “Well, y/n, you’re our insider. Any wedding details we should know about? Surely, you’re the maid of honor.”

You wanted to bust out laughing right then and there but you were a professional. “Not a clue, Doie dear, but knowing my sister, it’s going to be the event of the century.”

Thankfully, the wedding news was only the first of many breaking news stories. An idol’s colorist remark had taken social media by storm. A divorce was announced between two actors who had met on set and fallen in love. Marvel had its eye on who they wanted their next Spider-Man to be for the reboot.

When you and Doyoung were done for the day, you gave him a look. “Seriously? You just had to go right by the script this time?” You asked.

Doyoung shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d be upset. Aren’t you and your sister close?”

You got your belongings and before you left the booth, you answered, “No, we’re not.”

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You Surprise Him On Tour ~ Jeon Jungkook

“Good luck, and enjoy the show,” you smiled at Jungkook, waving to him on your screen before the line cut, dropping your phone into your lap with a deep sigh.

As you glanced out of the window, noticing the train nearing the station close to the stadium where you knew that the boys would be performing that night. The crowds were beginning to grow with fans piling in, with a buzz of excitement growing.

Inside the stadium, Jungkook placed his phone down as a member of staff walked into the dressing room with several bags of food in hand.

“Was that Y/N?” Jimin asked as he took a seat beside Jungkook, nudging his side gently, “she must be gutted that she’s missing the show tonight.”

“She’s busy with work, it can’t be helped,” Jungkook replied unassumingly, “I’m sure there will be plenty of videos uploaded tomorrow morning that she can see from the fans though.”

Around the room all seven of the boys tried to stop themselves from laughing, struggling to see the distress in Jungkook’s voice that you weren’t able to attend. Creeping around and organising without him knowing was horrible for all of them, but they knew come the end of the show it would all be worth it.

Whilst the boys continued to prepare for the show, you tried your best to wrestle through the crowds and get to the stadium. Luckily for you, Namjoon had managed to organise help for you at the door to the stadium, protecting you whilst Jungkook couldn’t.

“Don’t worry, it’s still a secret,” one of their managers smiled across at you, having picked you up from the backstage entrance.

Your head nodded back at them as they led you across to a secluded part of the stadium where you would be able to watch the show. Your adrenaline was running just knowing that you were only a few metres away from Jungkook, let alone about to watch him up on stage, doing what he loves.

As the final preparations began to come together backstage, knowing that he was in Seoul began to get underneath Jungkook’s skin. Knowing, or so he thought, that you were in your office hard at work was a bitter pill for him to swallow.

“She would be here if she could,” Namjoon reminded him, coming up alongside Jungkook, “I can tell that it’s Y/N who is on your mind.”

Jungkook nodded back across to his leader, “I wish that she could be here, she’s not managed to see a show on this tour yet, but hopefully we’ll be able to arrange something.”

Namjoon bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anymore, opting to give Jungkook a reassuring squeeze instead. The boys all listened closely around to Namjoon, making sure that he didn’t say anything that he shouldn’t have done.

With the call of the manager to get moving, Namjoon sighed in relief as Jungkook walked ahead of him. As he left the studio, Yoongi appeared by his side, both glancing across at the dejected way that Jungkook carried himself towards the lifts to the stage.

“I can’t wait to cheer him up,” Yoongi spoke in a hushed tone, “his face when he sees her is going to be an absolute picture, don’t you think?”

It was a moment that all of them had looked forward to greatly, knowing how much you meant to Jungkook, and knowing how much he missed you on the road too. They couldn’t wait for the show to come to an end and finally reunite you both.

As the show began, their eyes instantly darted to the box that they knew you’d be sat in, exchanging glances of delight when they spotted you sat in the front row, waving across at you subtly, making sure that Jungkook didn’t notice a thing.

You remained in your seat throughout the entire show, proudly watching Jungkook do what he loved. The smile he had on his face when he performed never compared to anything else, and always left you in awe of how talented he was.

Once the show came to an end, you were almost immediately greeted by Jin at the door to your box, feeling his hand grab onto yours and pull you backstage. There was no time for him to waste, desperate to reunite you both as soon as he could.

After glancing into the dressing room to make sure that all of the boys were in the room, Jin held you carefully in position. He called out Jungkook’s name, knocking lightly on the door to encourage him to come over and take a look at what he had.

The beat of your heart quickened as you heard Jungkook sigh, followed by his footsteps nearing the door. Jin took a step away from you as the door opened up, pulling his phone out just in time for Jungkook to look ahead and see you stood in front of him. “W-what?” He stuttered, blinking several times as he looked across at you.

Your smile turned up as your arms opened up, “that show was incredible,” you chuckled as Jungkook raced towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“What are you doing here? You told me you were busy with work?” He questioned, pressing several kisses to your cheek, “you kept this a secret?”

“Everyone kept this a secret,” you informed him, smiling across at the boys who all stood in the dressing room doorway, “we wanted to arrange something special for you.”

Jungkook’s head shook in disbelief realising that everyone knew about your visit, but him. He wasn’t sure how they had all managed to keep straight faces for so long, with not one of them giving a single hint that you could be at the show, he couldn’t believe that he had been kept out of the loop of your surprise.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” Jungkook whispered across to you, “it broke my heart when you told me that you couldn’t come when I called you last week.”

“As if I would have missed your welcome home show, it’s the most important one.”

“And when I rang you on the underground, you were on the way here, weren’t you?” He asked.

Your head nodded smugly in reply, “I had to lie and tell you that I was on my way to work, telling you that I was coming here would have just ruined the surprise.”

Jungkook’s hands moved up to cup either side of your face, smiling widely down at you. Your expression was soft as you met his eyes, watching as Jungkook took a deep breath in order to keep himself composed, trying to supress the tears that were threatening to spill.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispered with a faltering voice.

“Can you let us know if you’re going to cry, I want to film it,” Jin joked, waving his phone to the left of you both.

“I’m not going to cry,” Jungkook replied, dabbing underneath his eyes, “I’m  just feeling a little overwhelmed, that show, and the tour has been amazing, but having Y/N here has just been the perfect ending for me.”

Your smile grew as Jungkook looked back to you again, “it’s alright to get upset, it’s been weeks since we got to see each other Kook.”

“I promise I’m alright, just very happy, and lucky too.”

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the cinderella search

summary: you’re a staff member at SM, and during the annual Halloween party, you go dressed as Cinderella. Enter Johnny as Prince Charming. You talk, you flirt, he falls in love, but you forget to tell him your name before the night ends, and thus begins his Cinderella Search.

length: 10,615

tags: near-strangers to lovers, bed sharing, fingering, dry humping, fluff, light on the smut compared to some of my other works tbh

Growing up, Cinderella had always been your favorite fairy tale. You just really loved the glamor and romance of the story, the idea of dressing up all beautifully and mysteriously, going to a ball to be noticed by the Prince. 

And once you grew up, you still had that fantasy tucked away in the back of your mind, made more real when you entered the idol industry by joining SM Entertainment as a staff member. You were just a minor staff member, not important enough to be a manager (though that was the dream), but you were around idols so often that the fantasy was there, prodding you in the back of your mind.

There were days when you dreamed of being swept up in a Cinderella-style romance with one of the idols in the company. 

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insecurities | lee jeno

↳ pairing: lee jeno (nct) x fem!reader

↳ genre: slight angst, mostly fluff & suggestive but only if u squint rlly hard

↳ word count: 1482

↳ warning: reader being insecure about her looks i guess?? (love urself ppl yall beautiful <3)

song recommendation: met a girl by tarune

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Hate was a strong word, but you felt it was appropriate to say that you absolutely hated nights like the one you were having on this particular day. Standing half-naked in front of the full-body mirror situated in the corner of your shared bedroom, your eyes swept over your body once more. You despised the way your gaze lingered on the stretch marks that tainted your skin.

Wallowing in self-pity and stressing over your physical flaws wasn't exactly a standard routine for you, especially when Jeno was around. But your boyfriend wouldn't be back until late at night, having texted you he had something to do that would require him to stay at the studio longer than usual.

You turned to the side, pressing your palm over your stomach, rubbing up and down as if it would magically flatten your abdomen. Nothing happened, of course, leaving you feeling sick and fed up with the thoughts you were having.

You wiped the tears accumulating in your eyes, not allowing it to trickle down your cheeks. You could see your boyfriend's face in your mind and briefly wondered whether you were truly good enough for him. You didn't blame your insecurities on him, never. Your boyfriend was nothing but loving, and he showered you with gifts just as much as he showered you with loving words, but there were times when it was remarkably hard to believe his kind words.

You wished you could miraculously switch off your mind and climb out of this self-loathing pit you had willingly put yourself into. It was your fault, you would admit that. If you hadn't decided to strip into your underwear and scrutinise yourself in the mirror then maybe you would've been in the dining room enjoying the dinner you had made by now.

As you were stepping closer to the mirror to get a better lock at your face, you heard the turning of a key in a lock before the front door was pushed open. The realisation that Jeno had come home much earlier than you expected kept you paralysed on the spot. It wasn't until you heard the front door shutting that you were finally able to move, hastily wiping the tears from your reddened eyes and shrugging on the robe you had carelessly tossed onto the bed.

You heard him call for your name but you didn't respond, scurrying into the bathroom to wash your face in hopes of being able to get rid of any evidence that you had been crying. Jeno couldn't know. You weren't going to drag him into your mess.

You cursed to yourself as you studied your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks and nose were flushed, and your eyes were unmistakably bloodshot. There was no way Jeno wouldn't notice.

"Baby, you in here?" Jeno called out from the entrance of the bedroom. You heard shuffling as he took off his jacket. When he spoke again, his voice was dangerously close to the bathroom, and you immediately faked a smile. "Hey, why haven't you eaten dinner yet? Were you waiting for me?"

Turning your head, you were met with your boyfriend's figure standing in the bathroom doorway. It tugged your heart to see him look so beautiful, even after a whole day of working. You just couldn't understand why he had chosen you. Why hadn't he picked someone with less baggage and imperfections?

You watched as his small smile transformed into a frown. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward to grab your hand. "Hey, have you been crying? What's wrong?"

You forced a quiet chuckle. "I was watching this new romance movie that just released." You watched his face closely, swallowing when you saw that his worried expression hadn't dissipated at all. "Have you eaten dinner yet? Go shower and come eat dinner with me."

You squeezed his hand assuringly once more before walking past him to give him some privacy in the bathroom. "Were you really just watching a movie? You look like you've been crying for hours."

You plopped onto the bed with a huff and looked up to see Jeno had walked out of the bathroom and was slowly approaching your sitting form. "Babe, we've been dating long enough for you to know I'm sensitive when it comes to tragic endings."

He stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hand to tilt your head up. "Yeah, and I also know my girlfriend enough to know whenever she's lying."

You managed to smile and shake your head as he pressed his thumbs to caress the irritated skin underneath your puffy eyes. "Jeno, I'm okay."

Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against yours, causing your noses to brush. The both of you stayed like that for a few more seconds, and you welcomed the distraction. You wanted to forget the cause of your previous breakdown and Jeno's presence was helping tremendously.

Feeling the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you gasped, hands flying to grasp his arms. "Jeno," you breathed, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. They were dark, wild, so lovely.

"Tell me," he muttered softly.

Unable to look into his eyes as you confessed, you looked down at your lap. "I'm sorry," you began. "It's just so stupid. You're the best boyfriend there is, you treat me so well, and you're just so beautiful, Jeno, and I don't know how to... compete with that."

Once again, he forced your head up so he could look into his eyes. "Baby, we're not competing for anything. What are you trying to say?"

"I just can't understand why you're still with me. I'm so flawed, and you can settle for someone who's so much more good looking, someone who can give you so much more than I can."

Jeno's face remained expressionless as he gazed down at you, but you could tell the gears in his head were all turning. His silence worried you so you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

He seemed to notice your slight movement and finally snapped out of his train of thoughts. "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?"

Groaning, you tried to stand up, but he held your waist before you could walk away. "Okay, I know it's stupid. Can we just forget about it? Please?"

His eyes widened and he pulled you closer to him until there was no space left in between the two of you. "No, no, this is far from stupid. If you feel this way, it means I haven't done a good job at being your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be making you feel loved, but—"

"No! You've been a perfect boyfriend, you're perfect. It's not your fault, seriously, it's mine."

"If this is about the way you look, then I'll have to disagree and say that it's not your fault. Everything you consider imperfections or flaws, they're a part of you, and I fell in love with that a long time ago, and I'm not falling out of love anytime soon."

"I'm sorry for being so insecure. I just... I feel like you deserve better."

His lips broke out into a soft yet wistful smile. "You're not in any position to tell me what I deserve and don't baby," he mumbled lightheartedly. "Being with you was a choice that I made, loving you is something that I choose to do until now. All these choices that I made are all choices that I made deliberately, not because I'm forced to."

Unable to say anything else, your tears began to blur your visions once again, but this time it was because you were thankful. You felt so blessed that out of all of the people in the world, you ended up with Lee Jeno—a boy whose smile shone as bright as the sun and whose heart was beautiful and kind. "I love you so much," you managed to splutter out.

Sensing the oncoming tears, Jeno bent his knees a little so that he was eye-level with you. "Hey, don't cry, I love you too," he spoke, his smile now reaching his eyes, turning them into the little crescent moon that you adored so much. "You make me happy, and that's more than enough for me. Is that enough for you?"

You nodded. "All I ever want is for you to be happy, Jeno."

He visibly relaxed at this, and gone was the solemn atmosphere that once lingered in the air. "That's settled then. You're not getting rid of me that easily because you want me happy and I'm the happiest when I'm with you. So, will you lie down on the bed for me now?"

Tilting your head, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"I still need to show you how beautiful you are to me and I don't think words are gonna cut it."

"Lee Jeno!"

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push and pull (jung jaehyun)

push and pull (jung jaehyun)

jung yoonoh (jaehyun) (idol jaehyun) x (fem! foreigner) reader - idol!au

themes: angst, fluff, smut

summary: you never expected to meet Jaehyun when you study in Korea, let alone fall in love with him. so when you’re faced with the dilemma of the reality of your life - and even more so his, the battle seems difficult to overcome.

notes: kind of established relationship (the timeline’s fucked but haha joke’s on me), reader and jaehyun are honestly super angsty,  unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life to stay safe)

a/n: i wrote this on a whim for the past two days and aaaaaaa enjoy

wordcount: 10,152

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There are two things Jaehyun always clarifies whenever all the guys were huddled around in the practice room.

“Yes, I’m sure nobody saw me sneak out of the dorms last night. I checked.” Jaehyun usually puts a hand up as if he’s exorcising Taeyong, who usually was very concerned about these kinds of things. This was the first thing that he always pointed out, the other guys knowing that Jaehyun probably went out (in the wee hours of the night) the most. Paps could snap photos at any given time in any given situation, and if anyone caught them sneaking out at night - new outlets and gossip sites would probably kill them in the morning with rumors and scandals.

Which brought Jaehyun to the second point, when Mark and Johnny would expectantly cross their arms together in a teasing manner. “And no, Y/N and I aren’t dating.” No matter how many times he said it, they always hoped that he’d finally say you were dating.

After all, majority of the time he snuck out to see you.

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