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seren1tyhaze · 7 months

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PAIRING: jaehyun x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

SUMMARY: you are ready to catch your inconsiderate neighbor who keeps smoking below your open window and what you find surprises you

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I owe you all Dive Part 2, I know. Things have gotten in the way of me writing but I am ready to get out of my own head about it. I'm here now and I'm happy to be writing. I'll have Dive Part 2 very soon because most of it's written and a lot of it is in my head, but for now, please take this peace offering of one of my favorite Jaehyun visuals to exist <3 Thank you for all the new followers and the continued love for Dive.

WARNINGS: cigarette smoking, weed smoking reference, explicit smut, carbon copy of Jaehyun from his I Like Me Better cover but hot neighbor version

PLAYLIST: I Like Me Better by Lauv (Jaehyun cover), Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant, Cigarette by offonoff, Tablo, Miso

A familiar scent tickles your nose, causing you to sneeze violently, three in a rapid fire succession. You slam your knitting project down on your coffee table and peel yourself off the couch and over to your glass sliding door that leads out onto your small apartment balcony. Ripping open the screen door, you lean over the shaky railing to see a strong trail of smoke floating up towards you, knowing the inconsiderate cigarette smoker must be standing below your window at this moment.

For months you have been unable to leave your windows open consistently because despite your building’s policy against smoking, someone has still taken it upon themselves to smoke directly next to the building. You used to enjoy sunny afternoons on your balcony with a glass of lemonade or being able to leave all your windows open for weeks at a time during the pleasant fall months.

You aren’t one to hate on someone else’s relaxation methods - you yourself loved a bong filled with the favorite indica blend your friend grows or a couple gummies on a lazy Saturday in the park. It’s just the scent of cigarettes filling your apartment, clinging onto your clothes and hand knit sweaters air drying in your living room that got on your nerves. Your cat seemed equally annoyed, scrunching up his delicate features whenever the scent would waft in.

You quickly slide into shoes near your door and run down the back stairs of the building, hoping to finally catch the person in the act and give them a piece of your mind. You push open the emergency exit door abruptly and almost run head on into a tall figure, causing you to stumble back and almost fall. A hand is suddenly gripping your forearm, steadying you.

“Whoaaaa, you ok?” comes a low and gravelly voice as you lift your eyes up to meet his.

What you see is startling and not what you imagined. A handsome face with a sharp jaw and lightly styled lavender hair hanging over sparkling eyes looks back at you. His shoulders are broad, covered by a black t-shirt with a small silver cross dangling on top. Black denim is tight on his thighs with slits at the knees, held up by a belt with silver accents. He has a dark sweatshirt draped over his shoulder and he adjusts it slightly as he releases your arm.

“Um…” you start, unable to find your words before the anger flares up in your chest again, seeing an almost finished cigarette held gently in his fingertips.

“No, I’m not!” you continue, pulling your arms tightly across your chest. “Do you have to smoke right below my window almost every day?” you find your voice raising more than you had intended, cheeks flushing deep red as you speak.

He chuckles lightly, taking a final drag from the stick before dropping it to the ground and stamping it out with the toe of his sneaker. He brings the same hand back up to run through his silvery locks, taking a step back to pull the hoodie over his head, tugging the hood up to cover his hair.

“It’s about time you said something,” he mutters, taking a step closer and closing the gap further between you two.

It’s only now that you recognize him. With the black hood covering his hair and silver rings adorning his fingers you realize it’s the same man who always holds the door for you when you arrive home from work at the same time each evening. You often see him heading out to his car early on the weekends and swear you’ve even seen him at your local gym on occasion. You had never caught a whiff of the smoky scent from him before, and now as he invades your personal space, you breathe in deeply.

Despite you having barely spoken with the man, he had become a comforting figure in your life, noticing when he didn’t walk from the parking lot with you and especially when you struggled to balance all your grocery bags and iced coffee at once. Occasionally he would compliment your sweater, scarf, or beanie and you would joke back that you could make him one. The times when you really appreciated his presence were the winter nights when the sun set earlier and you had to make the dark walk from your car. He would always walk in front of you, giving you a warm smile and wave before doing so to reassure you. He would then linger while you checked your mail but not too long to let you go to your door in peace.

You didn’t even know his name or what unit he lived in, but that didn’t stop you from thinking of him late at night when you were bundled up under the covers or during steaming showers in the morning. Your delusional mind had sent you through countless daydreams of him draped across your lap as you made him a dark green beanie to match the hoodie he always wore or gloves to cover his large hands.

Something about the way that his cologne laced hoodie mixes with the cigarette smoke is intoxicating and inviting. The way his eyes are sparkling in the afternoon sun is making your heart race and every trace of anger leaving your previously perturbed mind.

“You…you always hold the door for me,” you mumble back, feeling your legs shuffle you forward even closer.

“I’m your neighbor, Jaehyun,” he replies, flashing a toothy grin that forces adorable dimples to appear on his cheeks.

“Now that I’ve finally gotten your attention, why don’t you let me make it up to you so I don’t have to keep standing out here smoking,” he replies quietly, placing a hand on the side of your neck, thumb brushing up against your jaw gently.

Your lips are on his and kissing with a sense of urgency you didn’t realize you held. His mouth greedily opens for you to slide your tongue in, tasting the bitter tobacco mixed with mint, unable to get enough of the menthol flavor. You slide your hands into the pocket of his hoodie, pulling him closer before slipping them down to grip his ass through his tight jeans.

He smiles against your mouth, applying pressure at your neck with his fingers and finding the hem of your shirt to slide under and stroke your waist gently. As your bodies meld together you feel his hardening length through his pants and groan as he presses into you. Your thighs press together, desperate for friction as he keeps kissing you deeper and deeper, leaving you gasping for air when you finally break apart.

“I thought you were going to make me a beanie,” he laughs against your lips, looping a strong arm around your waist before pulling open the nearby door, peppering your neck with kisses as you both stumbled up the stairs to your apartment.

Once inside, his hands are all over you, ripping at your t-shirt and pulling your sweats down to the floor before pulling you up into his arms. You wrap your legs around his middle tight, sinking your teeth hungrily at his lower lip, eliciting a deep moan from him. You laugh against his mouth, dropping your legs down and letting your feet dig into your hallway carpet again.

“Let’s see how this goes and then we can talk about the beanie,” you reply between kisses, ripping his hoodie and shirt off his body in one motion. Your brain short circuits briefly at his tight abs and broad chest before you turn on your heel and head back towards your bedroom, unclasping your bra as you walk, letting it fall to the ground.

A few hours later your cheek is resting against his bare chest as your cat jumps up on the bed and howls in surprise at the man under your covers. He paws over and starts swatting at his hair, scrunching his nose at the scent held there. He moves to you, sniffing at your skin and finding the same smell, eliciting an annoyed sound he usually made when you were taking too long opening his can of food. You laugh at the cat and push him gently to the edge of the bed where he begrudgingly curls up into a ball with a flick of his tail as a warning.

“Guess he doesn’t like me,” Jaehyun laughs, pulling you closer to him to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

His lips on your skin brings flashes of how it felt to ride him just moments before, your lips pressed against his as you pulled your body slowly up and down his cock. His large hands had found a home at your lower back, making circles there with your thumbs. He would occasionally drop his mouth to your neck, biting there before moving lower to suck one of your nipples between his soft lips, teeth grazing lightly. You could feel him moan against your skin and pull you closer to him, spurring you on to move faster in his lap.

Pulled back to the present, you shake your head in reply, breathing in deeply as the faint scent of cigarettes fills your nose, mixed with the lingering notes of his peach body wash. Somehow, the way he smells isn’t offensive to you, it’s quite the opposite.

Maybe you didn’t hate the smell of tobacco after all.

#nct x reader #nct smut #nct fanfic #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun fic #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x you

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donkey-hyuck · 2 years

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¡MASTERLIST!

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GENRE - angst haha | fluff | established relationship!au | CEO!au | slowburn?

CHARACTERS/PAIRING - CEO!jaehyun x orphanage caregiver!fem!reader | nct/wayv

INTRODUCTION - getting into a relationship when you were at the lowest point of your life dragged you down to the bottom. but it dragged the ones you loved as well.

Warm Hearts Orphanage held a prolonged special place in your heart. You’d been going to the orphanage as far back as you could remember. The orphanage held children from infants to teens. And everyone there was like family. Even though your little family didn’t have much, it always warmed your hearts to give back to children who were less fortunate than you were. And though you grew up poverty stricken, these children suffered more than you did and all you wanted was to help them.

Jeong Peach Corporation. A fragrance and personal hygiene corporation company whose audience consists of he’s, she’s, and they’s. The brand as a whole has this certain aesthetic that is appealing to those people. But Mr. Jeong Jaehyun himself also had a certain aesthetic that definitely matched the brand name he built from the ground up. His striking looks and simply the way he carries himself has men and women falling on their knees for him. But it was a little too late for them to capture his heart the way you did.

—

“Let me go! Let me at her!”

The girl was shocked to still see her boss shielding her from you. And she felt embarrassed to let him hear the rude words come out of her mouth. Karma’s a bitch.

“I’m sorry, Bong Cha. Please, go home. And don’t discuss this to anyone. I’m just trying to help her,” he explained to his secretary. Ah, so she was his secretary. That makes a lot of fucking sense.

Quietly, she speed-walked to her car leaving the two of you alone again.

“Why didn’t you let me at her? She was being a rude asshole.”

“Y/n. She’s my secretary. And she’s always been like that. But don’t worry about her, okay. Please just let me help you,” he begged. It was too late for him to just leave you on the road.

You sighed, the dizziness was now getting to you.

“Fine. I need to get to my car, though,” you pushed him off of you.

“I don’t think you’re capable of driving right now,” he retorted.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”

And that was how you ended up sitting in the passenger seat of Jaehyun’s luxury car. That was also how you first met Jeong Jaehyun.

So much for first impressions.

—

“Why don’t you eat, love?” This was the third time he cut you off and the second time he referred to you as an endearing person. He acted as if he knew you for his entire life.

“I’m uh- it- it’s okay. I’m not really that hungry so,” you trailed off, looking down at your hands while you played with your fingers. Just then, he shoved his chopsticks in your face. A piece of egg sat on it. He motioned for you to eat.

You quickly turned your head and shook it, pushing his hand back, “No!” You cleared your throat, “it’s really alright, Mr. Jeong.” You really don’t know why you called him that but it just came out. It was probably the nervousness.

“Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun… It’s really okay. I mean this is also the least I could do- uhm- especially after last night. Also, my house is a bit of a mess, I'm sorry about that.”

Jaehyun noticed the neighborhood and apartment complex you lived in. Of course, Jaehyun was a nice person so he wasn’t going to comment on it but it was obvious he noticed the living situation you were in. But none of it mattered to him. He just wanted to make sure you got home safely.

“Don’t apologize about that, Y/n. Now eat.”

“I have more eggs in the fridge. I can make my own, don’t worry about it,” you felt your face flush with heat.

—

“I hope to see you again, Y/n.” Yeah right.

You pivot your heels back to the direction of Jaehyun. The embarrassment of last night and this morning still lingered in your body. There was no way you would see him again. You were from two completely different worlds. And there was no way you were coming back to this seven-eleven.

“I hope so too,” you said bitterly before rushing to your car.

“Y/n!” He said before you could finish shutting your door. You groaned to yourself, stepping back out of your car and facing him again. You wanted to save yourself from the self-bashing already.

“Would you like to… maybe… grab something to eat later?” But damn, he was too nice to turn down. You wanted to say yes so badly, but another part of you wanted to decline. You just didn’t belong in his world.

—

You always wondered why Jaehyun stayed. It always turned into panic attacks and crying fits, but you couldn’t help it. He was a part of a completely different social status and you stood out like a sore thumb when you were next to him. It wasn’t like you were ashamed to be his girlfriend; you just thought he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend.

“Why are you crying, love?” He still held the same, sweet, smile.

“…. I love you.”

RELEASE DATE: SEPT. 1ST, 2023 - 10 P.M. EST

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diverseinsertknet · 9 months

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Navigation by K-pop Group Names G-M

Look for the reader insert fic you want at DiverseInsertKNet with links organized by Group Names G through M below. This list will regularly add groups and idols as more stories are reblogged to the network. Entries without a link are currently in the queue and waiting to be published. Desktop/web browser users- the original version of this post on DiverseInsertKNet will always be the most up to date.

Our navigation page has links to groups with other names listed alphabetically as well as fanfic labeled by Gender and other kinds of diversity.

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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4th Anniversary request

Hello :) Hope you are having a great day I’m not sure if I should send request here but I really would like to see a drabble with golcha jaehyun+coffeeshop au please🥺

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hi love! thank you so much for this request :) for future reference, I’d prefer that requests be sent to my asks instead of as submissions, but don’t worry about it <3 I hope you enjoy this!

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Took a prompt from @sleepyowlwrites’s fluff and nonsense prompts list for this, which you can find here :) check them out, they’re all very cute!

Title: Sleep-Deprived

Pairing: Jaehyun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 822

Triggers: cursing

Finally, Jaehyun puts down his rag with a sigh. “Are we closing?”

“Yeah, if the last customers get out of here.” Donghyun casts a dark glance over the few remaining people still scattered through out the cafe. “I’ll go remind that couple over there, can you get… whatever that is?”

Jaehyun follows Donghyun’s finger to a small table in the corner where a laptop and several books lie scattered about the top. Someone’s sitting there, but whatever you were doing before, you’ve definitely given up on it either voluntarily or involuntarily because your head is on top of one of the books and you look like you’ve fallen asleep.

“Don’t call them that.” Jaehyun swats Donghyun. “I think they’re just asleep.”

“Whatever.” Donghyun shrugs. “Just get them out so we can go home.”

That, Jaehyun agrees with. He’s tired of being here. So he makes his way over to your corner as loudly as he can without looking like an idiot, hoping you’ll wake up naturally. Then he has to wonder just how to wake you up, because loud footsteps didn’t work and you really look like you’re fast asleep.

“Um, excuse me?” he tries. When you don’t respond to that, he puts a hand on your shoulder and shakes slightly. I better not get fired for this. “Um, excuse me, we’re -”

Your head jerks up and Jaehyun’s hand goes flying away. For a moment you only blink once, twice, very disorientedly - understandable, it’s the way Jaehyun feels after a very nice nap - before settling eyes on him. “Huh?”

“Sorry.” Jaehyun winces. “Um, we’re closing, so -”

“Oh, you’re even cuter up close,” you interrupt, words slightly slurred with sleep. “Like a puppy.”

He blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t blink like that, it makes you look even cuter.” Your lips curve in a hazy grin. “Hey, stop - if you insist on being so cute I’m just going to pinch your cheeks.”

Pinch my cheeks? His face is growing warmer, he can feel it. “What -”

You reach out and pinch his cheek. For real. Jaehyun can only blink as you grin, squishing his skin between your fingers. “Um…”

“Oh, it’s dark. Must be closing time. Sorry.” You start shuffling your things away, dropping books into the bag by your chair. “Oh hey, what’s this?” You hold up a piece of paper. “Oh, this is for you.”

If Jaehyun couldn’t smell your breath, he’d really think you were slightly drunk. He doesn’t even get the chance to blink before you press the paper into his hand. “See you later, cute coffee boy,” you smile before dragging yourself out of the shop.

Donghyun materializes by his side. “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun replies, holding up the paper. “I got this?”

Donghyun snatches it out of his hands and immediately shrieks. “They gave you their number!”

Sure enough, when Jaehyun gets the paper back, he can see the digits of a phone number scrawled in dark pen across the page. His cheeks flare. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my God, indeed.” Donghyun gets into his face. “Are you going to text them?”

That’s too much for closing shift Jaehyun to think about at the moment. He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

(He does text you later, because you were still really cute even in your sleepy state, and he doesn’t want you to think badly of him if he doesn’t respond.

To: Unknown

hey, you gave me your number earlier… did you mean to?

His phone buzzes less than a second later.

From: Unknown

oh my god

that wasn’t a dream?

To: Unknown

… I don’t think so?

From: Unknown

I’m so sorry I’m such an idiot

I get weird when I’m really tired and this week has been a lot

did I do anything strange

Jaehyun has no idea to tell you exactly what you actually did and said to him earlier that night. He settles for softening the blow as much as possible.

To: Unknown

you called me cute

and uh

pinched my cheek

It takes a very long time for you to respond.

From: Unknown

Jesus Christ I am so so sorry

can I get you something to make up for it

like a coffee or something idk

To: Unknown

it’s fine don’t worry :)

and uh I hope you don’t mind but I work in a coffee shop so like…

From: Unknown

right right

yeah you work at a coffee shop

I’m an idiot

boba? or something ? whatever you want it’s on me

To: Unknown

boba is okay :) let me know when and where

On a whim, he sends another message before you can reply.

To: Unknown

and for the record, I think you’re really cute too :)

He screams into his pillow after that, but it’s fine. Jaehyun has a sneaking suspicion that on the other end, you’re doing pretty much the same thing, too.)

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ppoquita · 3 years

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He Walks in Starlight

Tags: bong jaehyun x reader, vaguely Star Trek inspired, mostly just a sci-fi au

Length: 2.1k words

First time writing a scenario/imagine so excuse my amateur writing. I really just wrote this for fun lol

Your eyes felt blurry as they struggle to open while you hear the tone of your alarm go off. It felt cold and all you wanted to do was lay under your blanket where it was warm and cozy. You sighed as you turned off your alarm. You looked at the calendar displayed on a screen. Star date 21499.2. You flattened down your disheveled hair before getting up to get ready.

The Compass was business as usual. The ship's bustling crew members were all at work. You went down to the records department to start your day of organizing files and data logs when you saw a rather tense figure standing at the door. It was a young man your age. He stood rather agonizingly. Once he got a glimpse of you he looked like a deer in headlights. Confused, you walked over to unlock the records lab. “Excuse me,” he said with a surprisingly deep voice. “Are you in the department of records?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.” you said after swiping your card. The door automatically slid open and both of you walked in. You sat and turned on the computer. He only stood in front of the desk where you were stationed.

“These are my files, I’m new.. just transferred from the Miracle.” he explained while handing over some rectangular discs. You took the discs from his slender hands and put them into your computer for analyzing.

[ Bong Jaehyun

Age: 22 Earth Years

Birth Place: Seoul, SK, Earth

Specialty: Geography and Cartography

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You looked at his photo and then looked up at him. Spitting image, no doubt he was legit. He’s quite handsome in your opinion. His eyes looked like shiny glass. They were pretty, almost like tiny galaxies were hidden in them. You looked away to finish the processing. You took his discs and filed it under Crew Members subsection ‘B’. “Alright, welcome to our ship, you’re officially part of the Compass now.” you gave him a slight smile. Jaehyun’s lips also curled into a smile.

“Thank you.” he said. He made his way to the door and promptly left.

***

Records were extremely flooded that particular day. Your fingers moved quickly as you processed files and organized discs. Dwarf Planet ZETA110 was being explored. Many records of the flora and fauna were piling in. Not only that but information the planet's makeup and natural climate came in as well. You felt exhausted as you moved back and forth between your computer and the filing wall. Thankfully, it was almost break time. You could almost taste that roasted chicken breast. The thought of food alone made you salivate. You stretched as you got up from your chair. Just then your shift relief came in and you grabbed your keycard and walked out. You tiredly rubbed the back of your neck as you made your way to the elevator.

The dining room was half full. You groaned and weaved through the amount of people sitting. You entered your card into the ordering machine and tapped your choice. It was only a moment's notice until the food came out. You looked around for an empty seat and saw Jaehyun again. He was sitting alone, still with that anxious body language from before. He looked like he was spacing out to a far off world. You hesitated, you weren’t really one to make acquaintances. Yet, you sympathized. Space was lonely and cold. It felt empty and void. When you didn’t have someone to really confide in, it felt even worse. Almost as if you’ve been exiled to a blackhole of self-pity and bitterness.

You walked over and sat across diagonally from him. You glanced at his plate to make conversation. “Spicy pork belly stew, nice choice,” you commented rather nervously. He looked over at you and perked up a bit.

“Hi.” he said, smiling a bit. His eyes glimmer and twinkle. You feel breathless for a moment.

“Hi,” you repeated back. “Are you settled in yet?” it had only been a few hours since you last saw him but you figured to ask anyway.

“No,” he sighed. You watched as he moved the handle of his spoon. “Had to beam down and take a look at the planet’s landscape.”

“How is it?” you asked out of sheer curiosity. You never really got the chance to go to other planets. Most of your companions were people who work on the ship and had no business being on the ground.

“Humid,” Jaehyun replies. “It’s so humid, like a jungle, but there’s not that many trees. Everything just feels heavy...”

You started to eat your food. After eating you got up to put back your tray and utensils. Jaehyun got up as well. You felt shy as you walked beside him. You wondered if it’s okay to open up more. “Hey, when will you be done for the day?” you asked.

“Not sure,” he replied. “Why?”

“Well, if you’re up for it, I’ll be in the break room. We can play a game of 3D chess if you’re interested. Or maybe a friendly 1-on-1 on the arcade machine if that’s more your style.” You suggested. Jaehyun blinked before smiling. He shyly looked away from you. You only took a moment to appreciate his side profile.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” He said.

“Well, duty calls, I’ll see you later.” You excused yourself from him.

***

Jaehyun’s presence was almost intoxicating. You wondered if it’s an effect due to the planet’s troposphere. Nonetheless, as the two of you stood together hovering the arcade machine, you felt warm. The both of you were focused on the game quietly. At one point you felt your hand accidentally brushed up against his.

Afterwards the two of you moved on to 3D chess. You tried to make conversation asking things about him. You found out that he’s a picky eater, he likes music, and fantasy movies. Much like yourself you enjoyed a good movie. The conversation then spiraled into the best movies made in the 21st century.

“Check,” you said while moving your piece to the second level.

“I’m not good at games, huh?” He joked.

“I mean, you’re not awful.” you assured him. Jaehyun held his chin thinking for a moment before making a move.

“Checkmate,” you laughed as you captured his king. He lets out a disappointed sigh before sitting back in his chair. You look over at the clock at the time you usually go to bed. “Well, it’s quite late isn’t it? I’m sure you’re tired.”

“I guess so...” he said before getting up from his chair. Almost immediately he loses his balance. You stood up quickly to hold him.

You put his arm around your neck. “Hey, Jaehyun, are you okay? Jaehyun?” You looked over to see his face had grown pale. His eyes looked dull, it no longer had that shine.

“Head...hurts… so bad…” he groaned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you to the medical bay.” you comforted him.

In the medical bay Doctor Lee was busy taking care of two others. You were instructed to help Jaehyun onto one of the beds. You wondered if you should stay with Jaehyun. You obviously worried for him but maybe this was too much. You turned away from him but before you could move you felt a hand grab your wrist. Jaehyun’s fingers were wrapped around your wrist weakly. You looked at him softly. “Stay, please,” he croaked. His cheeks blushed red and he looked anxious. You only stood by him unsure of your ability to comfort him.

Thankfully it wasn’t dire. It turned out that several of the crewmen were affected by the planet’s air quality causing them to have hypertension. Jaehyun was fine. He’ll be back to normal by the next date. You let out a big sigh of relief as you lied in bed.

During your break you decided to visit him. When you entered the medical bay you saw Jaehyun sitting upright. His eyes were looking sparkly again. He almost resembled a puppy who was happy to see its owner. “Hi.” you greeted.

“Hi, good to see you again.” he smiled. He seemed to be in better condition.

“Status report?” you asked.

“All good, blood pressure back to normal, should be able to retreat to my quarters within the next hour or so,” Jaehyun reported. The two of you laughed as you looked into each other's eyes. “Once I’m out of here there’s something I’d like to show you,” he said. You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Meet me in the botanical lab when you’re free.”

The rest of your shift felt painfully slow. You were too curious about what was going to occur later. While your relationship with Jaehyun wasn’t extremely close yet it often felt intimate at times. You sighed as you organized the incoming discs. Everything felt like walking on thin ice. You never knew what exactly to feel other than attraction.

You promptly met Jaehyun in the botanical lab. He was sitting among the countless native flora of different planets. “Hi, again.” you greeted. Jaehyun stood up and signaled with his hand. You walked over to where he stood. You looked in the same direction as him and saw the most stunningly vibrant red plant. It was crimson red and it’s leaves were olive green. You stared for a moment then looked at Jaehyun.

“They call it a Carmesí Florera,” Jaehyun plucked a petal and sniffed it. “It smells like fruit punch,” he held it to your nose and you took a whiff. It really did smell like a fruit punch. It made you feel a little nostalgic. “And they say,” Jaehyun grabbed your hand and put the petal in the palm of your hand. “If you give a petal to someone, they’ll be with you for a long time...” you looked up at him as he gently closed your fingers into a fist. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him. His ears were as red as the flower petals.

“What are you trying to say?” You questioned.

Jaehyun only shrugged. “You’re a great companion,” he said. You frowned a little. Part of you wished this could be a fairytale where next he’ll sweep you off your feet. But this wasn’t a fairytale, this is a science fiction that somehow became reality. However, this gesture was too strange. It didn’t make sense. Jaehyun was staring softly. He worried that he might have said something wrong. You clutch your flower petal and sighed. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t understand,” you said honestly. “What do you mean with this? We may be miles and miles away from Earth but this sentiment can be seen as a romantic gesture from any planet, I’m confused...”

Jaehyun looked scared for a moment. As if you said something awful to him. He seemed appalled but then something changed. He straightens out his back and looks you in the eyes. “Okay then, I’ll be honest, I like you, I have a fondness for you, I… want us to be closer, and maybe in the near future we can be more than that.” he admitted.

You blinked a few times. It was a romantic gesture. Jaehyun made a romantic declaration. Your relationship was, in part, intimate. Your face was red at that point and your heart was beating quickly. It happened too fast and you’ve never really felt like this before. You were smiling without noticing.

“I like you too.”

***

Bong Jaehyun walked in starlight. He was as bright as the sun but can feel cold as the moon. Behind his eyes was the universe’s tiniest galaxy. It twinkled and shined for the world to see yet it was tucked away for only the brave to explore. Just when he felt unreachable, he held out his hand just enough for you to reach. He was almost undetectable yet his gravitational pull left you no choice but to adore him. There may be thousands of galaxies out there to discover but you were glad to have discovered him.

Even though the two of you laid flat on the cold observatory room floor staring at the endless void that was space, he was still more breathtaking than the billions of stars littered around them. You stared at him wondering what he was thinking about as he looked up at the vast sky. Was he also comparing you to a star?

Slowly you inched your hand close to his. You wondered if it was okay. Your pinky finger shyly bumped into his. You felt his hand touch yours almost as if it were asking for an embrace. Your fingers interlocked with his and you couldn’t help but smile. Jaehyun turned to look at you. He looked with a certain tenderness that makes your stomach flip. In that moment, you concluded that out of all the stars in the universe he was the brightest.

#golden child #golden child imagines #golden child scenarios #bong jaehyun x reader #bong jaehyun

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kpopthings · 6 years

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Surprise!

Type: Fluff

Request:

“Could i request a fluff for jaehyun? Something about his birthday? thank you so much!!”

Note: GAHHH! I almost forgot his birthday omg, thank you for reminding me. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!!

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Bong Jaehyun x Reader

You woke up to the sound of humming and the smell of bacon and eggs. You furrowed your eyes in confusion, you lived alone. So who the hell was making bacon and eggs? You heard your stomach churn at the scent, groaning, you quickly took the blanket off of you as you make way for the door.

You tiptoed across the hall to the stairs, the humming sounded closer and the scent was more prominent, making you frown at how hungry you were. You carefully went down the stare, cautious as to not make a sound for the intruder. You sneak your way up to the entrance of the kitchen, peeping your head on the door, you saw your friend Jaehyun by the door.

“I wonder what y/n has planned for my birthday, she always makes it big.” He wondered out loud, making you stop in your tracks.

Its his birthday?… HOLY SHHH

You thought as you try to quietly make your way back to your room. You began to pace around, a habit of yours whenever your problematic about something.

Moments later, a knock resonated from the door made you jump. A small squeak emitted from your mouth as you turn to see Jaehyun about to open your door. Without thinking, you quickly slammed it shut. You heard a small thud of utensils come from the other side, making you feel guilty all of a sudden.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Did I wake you?” He asked.

“Uhh… No! Y-you didn’t, I’ve been up for hours…” You trailed off, adding a fake yawn to make it more believable.

“Okay… Can you open the door?”

“No!” You said quickly, panicking imside for a few moments. You heard a chuckle from him. Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m hiding something for his birthday.

“Why not?” Jaehyun asked, making you feel more guilty and pressured.

“I-i’m only in my underwear!”

“It’s fine, I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Jeez Jae, we were like five. And how old are you now? Nineteen?”

“Actually I’m-”

“Nevermind, just please? I’m changing.” You begged, your back pushing on the door as Jaehyun went silent for a second.

“Okay!” He beamed, making your heart clench, “I’ll just leave your breakfast here.” He said, making you wonder how on earth did you become friends with this sweetheart. You sighed, sliding down the door, peeking on the small gap below it to see if Jaehyun was still there. When he wasn’t, you quietly opened the door, sneaking the tray in to eat.

Once you’ve finished, you sighed. Going through your phone for birthday ideas. After a few moments of scrolling, you finally gave up with presents.

Last year, you gave him a Harry Potter wand. Maybe a book? You shook your head at the thought. You groaned before deciding to stand up and shower. Showering does help with thinking. You thought to yourself. So as you took off your clothes and let the water drizzle on your head, you tried to think of something. And you figured, maybe a day at an amusement park won’t be so bad.

So once you finished showering, you quickly pick out a casual attire, walking out the door and dashing down stairs. Where Jaehyun was too engrossed in his phone to even notice you.

“Jae!” You yelled causing him to jump up. “Good morning!”

“It’s actually two in the afternoon.” He corrected, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“Okay, Mister I Can Tell Time,” you said, making you internally look disgusted in yourself for the horrible comeback, “get your ass up, we’re going to the amusement park.”

Jaehyun got up, trailing behind you. The both of you walked side by side, joking around as you go to the bus stop. It felt nice to be with Jaehyun again, ever since they debuted you guys didn’t hung out because of their busy schedules. And because of their growing fanbase, the company was slowly growing strict. Making it harder for you two to meet up.

When the bus finally arrived, you and Jaehyun continued goofing off. Causing a few people to look at the two of you weirdly. You both shared stories on how your lives have been going. You talked about school and how stressful it was while he talked about what it was like being an idol and living with the boys. You laughed countless of times about the misadventures they’ve had.

“We’re here!” You cheered, seeing the peeking Ferris Wheel get bigger. Jaehyun leaned closer to the window, getting excited at how near you were. You felt a bit giddy inside at the thought of the countless rides and booths.

As soon as you walked off the bus, you immediately pulled Jaehyun to go inside, buying a ton of tickets for different rides and booths. The first thing you guys did was fall in line for the roller coaster. You couldn’t help but bounce in your seat as the guy let you and Jae sit on one of the carts(?). The both of you were screaming your lungs out as the ride went on. Teasing each other afterwards of how scared you were and laughing at how horrible you guys looked at the pictures that were taken during the ride.

After that, you decided to get on the teacup ride, which led to playing the sniper booth, and so on. Until the both of you decided to eat lunch. The both of you settled yourself on one of the rusty tables of the amusement park, just in front of a booth that was selling chicken.

“I’m gonna get some drinks while you buy some chicken, okay?” You asked, thinking of this as an opportunity to find something to buy for him.

Jaehyun nodded his head as he stood up to the booth, looking back to the table from time to time until you decided to walk off.

You passed by a mixture of food and merchandise stores, some catching your eyes from time to time but none of them made you think Jaehyun would like it. Until you passed by a small fandom shop. They were selling some Harry Potter merch, making your eyes sparkle at one design of the various bracelets. You took two of it before continuing your search for some drinks.

———–

After finishing your food, you decided on playing on the booths rather than going on rides. Once you noticed the sun setting, you quickly pulled Jaehyun to your side.

“What about one last ride?” He suggested, holding up two red ‘Admit One’ tickets.

“The most cliche ride of them all?” You ask.

“The most cliche ride of them all,” he said, nodding.

Just like that, the of you went in line for the Ferris Wheel. While waiting, Jaehyun couldn’t help but look at you. Your eyes wandering around the people wandering around and the booths surrounding you. Your e/c eyes looked amazing as it sparkled in wonder. Your h/l h/c slightly cover your face, he couldn’t help but tucking it back on your ear. You suddenly looked at him, making his heart skip a beat at how beautiful you looked.

“Next!”

A voice made his small reverie cut short. Next thing he knew, you were already inside the ride, telling him to join you. He secretly glared at the man while you weren’t looking before stepping in to sit beside you.

The cart slowly moved upwards, stopping from time to time to let other passengers in. And while the Ferris Wheel kept going, you turned to him with an excited smile.

“Jaehyun…” You said, “this may seem pretty late, but Happy Birthday.” You beamed, giving him the bracelet. “To be honest, I kind of forgot about it this morning. And I swear I felt really guilty.” You added hastily, making him laugh. “I didn’t know if you’d like it, but I hope it’s okay. You’ve been my longest friend and I cherish you so much. And if it means something, I really enjoyed spending time with you.”

He gave you a gentle smile, causing your heart to speed up. You watched as he put the bracelet on, “now we match!” He grinned, holding his arm up. You smiled as you held your arm up to meet his. The both of you laughed.

“I enjoyed spending time with you too,” he said, still laughing. “And I don’t know if you’d notice but, as long as you’re here, then this birthday is already a blast.”

His words made you blush, causing you to look down. And Jaehyun, being the sweatheart he is, lifted your head with his hand.

“Don’t hide please,” he whispered, almost begging, “you’re beautiful.”

You swore you could hear your heart pounding. Slowly, the two of you began to lean in to each other. Eyes closing as your lips came closer.

“The ride’s over, ma'am, sir.” A worker’s voice said, making you jump away from Jaehyun.

The both of you walked out, blushing madly. And as you walk away, you felt fingertips brushing against yours. You blushed deeper before you hesitantly held his hand. Your body visibly relaxing as he interlocked them with his fingers.

“Are we dating now?” You asked as he started to sway your hands together.

“Do you want to?”

You grinned cheekily, “I do.”

He sighed in relief, “then I guess we are.”

———-

GAHHH i hope this was okay T-T

#bong jaehyun #bong jaehyun x reader #jaehyun #jaehyun golden child #jaehyun x reader #golden child #gncd #gol cha!#golden child scenarios #golden child headcannons #golden child imagines #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #happy birthday jaehyun #omg i love him so much #kp: camille writes #kp: golden child

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bluepilogue-s · 3 years

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[ WHISPERS ]

in which a temporary stay at a foreign base with ten other people becomes more and more unsettlingly terrifying as weeks go by — especially with the sudden, and sporadic, disappearances.

gn!reader & non-idols!golcha . (govern. agents? kind of?)

PART WARNINGS: disappearances, auditory hallucinations, mentions of panic, grief, etc., angst, open ending … (word count; 500+)

NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.

this idea came about when i listened to a podcast that talked about the strange happenings in alaska, so … yeah ! very sorry <3 hope you still enjoy this half of it tho !

You knew that there wasn’t an actual person at T11A7 with you — not anymore.

You knew that all ten of your teammates had strangely disappeared one-by-one, starting with the lead mobile-navigator — and your leader’s right-hand man and best friend — Choi Sungyoon, only a month after arrival; a disappearance that quickly affected the stability of everyone’s stay within T11A7 a lot shakier, and creating a second mission within the first one.

With your oldest teammate and leader, Lee Daeyeol, obviously struggling with both the loss of his best friend and second-hand, but also trying to keep up with the daily logs of how the main mission was going while also still trying to quietly search for the missing, doe-eyed man —

— it was only a matter of time before he, too, disappeared without a trace only two weeks after. Which silently left your third-oldest teammate, Lee Jangjun, in charge of the mission logs and the team; something that slowly took pieces of him.

Though he — whether you think it as fortunate or not — was not the next to disappear shortly after Daeyeol. It was one of the youngest teammates and technicians, Kim Donghyun, who’d been so quiet, but still so curious. The morning you’d woken up to Jangjun’s pure panic and grief had been the hardest — Jangjun had always been so protective of the younger man; having watched Donghyun the longest out of all the younger men grow throughout the training program, he’d always been so much more fond of him. (All three of the oldest in your team had, actually.)

But, with all the grief and panic, came the realization that there was a subtle whisper in, and around, the base; that when it used to be — when it was supposed to be — quiet, it wasn’t. That you never really felt alone anymore. And you had said this much to Jangjun — only to be given a look of indifference and it's just the wind, Y/N.

Which, as it would anyone, only made you frustrated.

You understood that he was grieving — that all of them were; they’d all grown up with each other, they’d become more of a family than just co-workers, and missing people from your family hurt.

You also understood that you were an outsider to them, having only been added to the team last minute — that you weren’t even supposed to be there with them; you’d only been added when Hong Joochan, one of the main mobile-navigators, had injured his leg during the last practice test before they were sent off, and needed to be substituted for, at the least, three months — that being your temporary stay. They were never out-right hostile about you being there — you could just tell that they were uncomfortable having someone looking in on them during their most vulnerable times.

But there was just something so wrong with the area that they — that you — had been sent to. And the disappearances only further added to it; with three men — three healthy men (not counting the last two being stressed and grieving for the first) — just disappearing without a single clue as to where or how, only made it worse. Sure, the mission was to figure out the state of the area and if it was safe to live, but it was beginning to feel like the team was sent to be sacrificed.

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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golden child masterlist

- so this is gonna be a little different than usual,, just for my masterlists,, if the group has higher than 8 or so fics, then i’ll make a seperate masterlist for them,, in golcha’s case there were 9 so heh - i’m probably going to leave this gif cuz it’s cute so it won’t change until my bias miraculously changes - in order of age :)

f - fluff ✨- requested a - angst 🧩 - my favorites e- emotional

a/n:: all of this is my own work, that i wrote myself. if there’s any copies, reuploads, or that are copied on any other accounts other than this one, it is not mine.

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so that’s how you felt - lee daeyeol (f) ✨

being an idol at woollim has it’s ups and downs, but every single time you go to the conveinece store, it just so happens that daeyeol is only there when you are.

run to me - choi sungyoon (f) ✨

you and the twins got to be in the audience of golcha’s isac win for 60m and 400m relay. the twins always got babysat by the golden child boys so when they won, the twins congratulated the boys but not sungyoon.

don’t change the channel - lee jangjun (a,f)

every ONE (lucid dream) performance, jangjun always has that one part that his looks are just breathtaking, and he changes the video while you admire that one part over and over.

dance with me - bong jaehyun (f)

dancing with jaehyun isn’t hard, well only when he starts nagging you about how you need to practice harder so that you guys can do a duo on stage on day together. there’s only one thing that makes you want to work harder.

do it, i dare you - kim jibeom (e)

being the fiancé of one of the biggest mafia bosses in korea isn’t easy, it’s actually quite difficult especially if his one mission is the worst one he could ever be assigned.

the real best friend - hong joochan (e)

best friend!joochan is starting to fall in love with this girl. she’s clearly a bitch but that one day when joochan comes in to talk to you about the feelings that you had for him, it’s actually to tell you he’s engaged.

my joochan - hong joochan (f,a) ✨

you liked joochan more than anything in the world, but your dad made it clear that he forbade me from going out with him. when he gets fired from your dad, there’s not much you can do.

team captain - choi bomin (f,a)

the boy that everyone was in love with. the boy that everyone thought was absoultely perfect, it turns out that maybe he isn’t so perfect. but that’s the reason why you loved him. wait-

choi bomin as your boyfriend ✨

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crybabybomin · 4 years

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Golden Child masterlist

[F] Fluff

[S] Suggestive/smut

[A] Angst

Reactions:

- You asking for a hug [F]

- They're S/O having a rough week [F]

- Leaving hickeys on their S/O [S]

- You wearing one of their shirts [F]

Daeyeol

- None yet

Y/Sungyoon

- None yet

Jangjun

- Cramps [F]

Tag/Youngtaek

- None yet

Seungmin

- None yet

Jaehyun

- Locked up [F]

Jibeom

- [13:34] [F]

Donghyun

- Amused [F]

Joochan

- sick and in love [F]

Bomin

- The new girl [F]

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neoangelic · 4 years

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Can you do 13 of fluff prompt with golcha bomin?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC? || choi bomin

summary: Choi Bomin always asks if you believe in magic. He bothers you every day about it. Honestly, the gap between his good looks and his eccentricity is astounding. During a school trip, you two are paired to take a test of courage in the woods. You’re determined to push through till the end to get a prize but Bomin is a scaredy-cat and the seniors who are scaring you are less-than-forgiving. There is... also something weird about him?

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

PAIRING: bomin x reader (f)

WORDCOUNT: 2,346 words

Choi Bomin was a stalker. He’d follow you around like a lost puppy and act like he wasn’t. He’d bump into you in the hallways and flash a smile like he didn’t plan it. He’d show up to the restaurants you visit after school and he’d blame it on having ‘similar tastes’. No, he didn’t have any malicious intent. No, he wasn’t madly in love with you. No, you weren’t popular enough for a guy like him to like you.

He incessantly wanted you to admit you believed in magic.

Did you? Duh. Yes.

But you didn’t want to tell Bomin that. Not with the way he cheekily brought it up in every conversation. Or with how he ‘dropped’ his pencil and asked you to pick it up and instead of saying ‘thank you’ he said—

“So, you do believe in magic, right?”

Bomin’s eyes twinkled, a grin etched onto his boyish face. It took you a while to muster enough courage to turn down such a look, but your rejection wasn’t far from usual.

“Why do you keep asking me this?” It was a shame you two were partnered for the school retreat. “Pay attention, will you? I’m not losing prize money because of you.” Not really, though. Unlike his popular ulzzang stereotype, Bomin was actually quite studious. So not only did the students love him but so did the teachers. It seemed that everyone liked him—except for you.

“Everyone, I’m sure you’re all excited for me to announce the first event that will kick off our retreat…the one and only, most challenging, most enticing and exciting—”

“Don’t say that,” he whined. “I’m a great partner. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Really?”

Bomin noded, hair falling into his face. “All you have to do is tell me if you belie—”

“ — test of courage! Now, we’ll pass out some flashlights and your hint to get to the end. There are hints along the way as well, and there are multiple paths to take. For safety, you will be given flares. Use those if you wish to drop out. Be safe please, we don’t want a repeat of last year.”

You watch as Bomin’s grin morphs into a grimace of terror. “You ready, golden boy?”

He gulps, “what?”

“You told me you were going to do whatever I say.” You shoved the flashlight you were given into his chest. Bomin fumbled to catch it. “You’re on flashlight duty.”

“So…I’m walking in front?”

“Is that a problem? I’ll be figuring out the clue and navigating.” You cross your arms. “Unless you want to be the one looking around to find the right way to go.”

Bomin switches the flashlight on. “Nevermind that. What happened last year?”

“Teachers won’t tell us. They say a student wandered in the woods too far and never came back. Some just say he dropped out of school because he was too traumatized from bumping into a ghost.” Or he just fell since he didn’t listen to the teacher’s instructions and broke his leg and his parents complained and unenrolled him—nah, you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Oh.” Bomin’s face went pale.

For all those times he’s teased you, you finally are able to mess with him back.

You didn’t take Choi Bomin for a coward. Despite all the rumors circling around that he’s even scared of tripping on cables, you didn’t believe it. You see now why people believed it to be true.

___

“I think we’re lost.”

“Don’t play around with me—” Bomin whined, tugging on your sleeve. He was walking so close to you that his body heat was enough to give you relief from the frigid evening air. “We’re going the right way.”

“We’ve been going in circles.” You frown and give him a nudge. To which he jumps at. “Stop breathing down my neck. I think someone planted a fake hint earlier to prank anyone who came by it. Which was, unfortunately, us.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Your voice is shaking.”

“No, it’s not.”

“So is your arm.” You sigh. “I’m so glad I’m not scared of the dark or we’d both be in trouble. Now that I know you’re scared of everything, I just hope a murderer doesn’t come out or something. That scares me.”

“Don’t say that!” Bomin chides.

“See? You won’t be able to protect me. You’d run away yoursel—” You hear a crunch.

Bomin clutches your arm this time. “What was that?”

“We’re probably stepping on some dried leaves.”

“That sounded like a lot more than dried leaves.”

You roll your eyes and turn to face him. For the first time, you notice the tears welling in his eyes and the redness of his cheeks and nose. He sniffles. You sigh for the millionth time. “Do you want to use the flare?”

Bomin shakes his head. “You want the prize, right?”

“I mean, yeah—I’m broke. But that’s beside the point. I don’t want you to cry!”

“I’m okay. I promised you that I’d be the best partner ever, right?” Bomin forces a smile. “If we get through this just tell me if you believe in magic or not.”

“Sure,” you raise your eyebrow. “But if you want to stop, the flare is with you. I have no qualms with it. As much as I find you annoying, I don’t think I should subject you to torture. That would be bullying, and I’m not that bad of a person. If you’d like, you can continue clinging to my arm— ”

Bomin blushes even harder. “Sorry,” he says but makes no effort to let go.

“Really? You’re embarrassed now? I’ve seen you scream because of a rock’s shadow.” You chuckle. He manages to break a real smile at that. “It’s kind of cute, so I’ll let it go.”

“You think I’m cute—” Footsteps. The crunching from earlier is now the more recognizable sound of footsteps. Bomin licks his lips as they’re drained of its color. His eyes go wide and his breathing becomes eerily still. “________, Don’t turn around.” Bomin tries to pull you into his chest to restrain your vision, but you whip your head around too fast and catch sight of the glint of a large butcher knife.

Your scream is caught in your throat as a tall figure emerges from the trees. A masked man in all black clothing stalks toward you with no sign of stopping. Your legs give out when the stranger laughs and raises his weapon even higher. As Bomin holds you up, you clumsily take the flare out of your pocket. The man lunges forward and you let out a squeak, flinching. Bomin cries out but instead of running away like he usually does, he drags you back behind him. The flare drops and rolls away a couple feet from the both of you.

“Bomin—we should run.”

As you say that, the sound of a revving motor picks up behind your ears—a motor? No. A chainsaw. “W—what was that?” Bomin’s voice is so low you can barely hear him. You have no idea how he’s standing his ground when running into a spider web managed to render him prone twenty minutes ago.

“T—there’s another psychopath behind me and I think he has a chainsaw.” You’re about to cry. “God, why did they take away our phones?”

Bomin reaches behind him to keep you close to his back. He takes a shaky breath. The two men look like they’re ready to attack.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.” Bomin shuts his eyes tight as he holds up his hands at the two. “I didn’t want to do this but—”

Howling laughter. “Dude, what are you doing?” Man with the knife takes off his mask to reveal a grinning Donghyun. “You’re aiming at us with your eyes closed? And with what? Your palms?”

“Were you planning to shoot lasers with your fingers?” The whirring of the chainsaw stops and Jangjun steps out from the dark. “You guys are too cute—wow, you’re so cool Bominie. Look at you, protecting your girlfriend!” Your senior grins.

Bomin collapses onto the ground before you do, “ah, Hyung. You’re so mean! Never do that again.”

“Sorry ___, we wanted to scare our cutie, not you.” Jangjun drops his prop and helps you up. Your legs still feel shaky from the adrenaline.

“Not that you aren’t cute too,” Donghyun chimes. “But we didn’t expect Bomin to step up like that—hey is he crying?”

You wipe the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, “that was not funny!” You crouch down next to your bawling partner. “He’s cute when he gets scared, not when he thinks he’s going to die! Or when I think I’m going to die.” You try to soothe him.

“Oh…we feel really bad,” Jangjun doesn’t know how to handle the situation for a moment. He locks eyes with Donghyun. “We’ll lead you back and tell the teachers.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Donghyun ruffles Bomin’s hair. “You did well. Sorry for making fun of you, big baby.”

“I—I’m not a baby,” Bomin sniffles, composing himself.

“Sunbaenim. Next time, dress up as ghosts or monsters. Don’t look like mass murderers.”

“Don’t be mad at us ______,” The oldest gives you a guilty look. “We just wanted you guys to have some fun.”

You didn’t take their excuses. You were already mad. “Okay. Just lead us back.”

Donghyun hands Bomin a handkerchief. “I didn’t know you two got along so well, though.”

“Choi Bomin.” You whisper, holding onto his arm. “We’re going back now, okay?”

He nods, clinging onto you.

Jangjun tries to lighten the mood by using his chainsaw like an airport marshaller would use a lightstick. “Please watch your step, we’re setting off this way!”

Donghyun nudges him with a shush. “She’s mad let’s just stay quiet while we walk.”

“R—right.”

____

The teachers spent nearly an hour yelling at the two seniors. You and Bomin watch as Jangjun and Donghyun kneel outside your tent with their arms shaking in the air. Their wails of apologies trail off in the background, the students who’ve returned from the test of courage stare at them strangely.

Some of them are by the crackling fire and some of them are running around with their own group of friends. You see Seungyoon and Joochan sing ballads with a guitar and a gathering crowd. Daeyeol, the senior class president, is supervising Jibeom, Youngtaek, Seungmin, and Jaehyun as they play a rowdy game of catch with their frisbee.

“You don’t want to go out and join your friends?”

Bomin looks pitiful, wrapped in a large blanket, and holding a steaming tumbler of coffee in his hands. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“You said a bit thirty minutes ago.”

“Why are you still here?”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought you found me annoying.”

You couldn’t debate that. “Yeah, but a bit less now.”

Bomin cracks a smile and rubs his still pink nose. He tries to ignore Jibeom’s piercing laughs as Youngtaek runs after the thrown frisbee.

“I’m sorry we didn’t make it.” He puts down his drink. “And I even promised I was the best partner ever. Ugh.” The way his eyes and nose crinkle with his grimace reminds you of a bunny rabbit.

“It’s okay. I got scared too—those idiots were at fault. I plan to threaten them later and extort some money anyways.”

“You sound like a gangster.” Bomin’s eyes follow his Daeyeol hyung’s frantic figure running to catch the frisbee as well. Wait—wasn’t he just the referee?

“I didn’t expect you to stand up against them like that—if those were real murderers you probably would’ve saved us. Maybe you are a real tough guy, after all.” You clear your throat and try to rack your brain. How should you bring this up? “I just wanted to say… about our promise. I don’t really know why you’ve been constantly pestering me about this but I do believe in—”

“ ______! Bomin! Look out,” Youngtaek screams as he trips over his own feet, face planting onto the ground.

For a split second, you think that the red disc is about to hit you square in the face with its speed. Cursing Jaehyun’s athleticism and strong aim, you barely have enough time to react and flinch. Then, the frisbee comes to an abrupt stop right in front of your face right before Bomin leans over and catches it.

“Got you.” He smiles wide, gums showing. Bomin sheds his blanket like a snake with its skin and stands to reprimand his hyungs once again. “You’re lucky I caught it before it hit her!”

“Ooo, Bomin nice catch!”

“Jibeom this isn’t a time to give him a thumbs up! I’ll have to confiscate the frisbee—someone get Tag to the nurse for god’s sake.” Daeyeol stomps over to Bomin. “Thanks for catching it in time.”

You’re confused, “but—”

The two boys look back at you. “What’s wrong, did you get hurt?” Daeyeol takes the death device from Bomin.

But he didn’t catch it. You didn’t see him touch the frisbee to stop it. “Bomin—”

“Ah, hyung.” Bomin interjects. “I’ll help Tag hyung out while you yell at the others.”

Daeyol nods with a “Thank you” and does as the younger said he would. You see the guilty faces of your seniors once again as they mouth an apology from afar. You turn you eyes to Bomin, who speaks.

“Sorry, ____. I’ll come back after dealing with this.”

“But—”

The black-haired boy looks over his shoulder and winks. “I know what you were going to say earlier, don’t worry.” He smirks ever so slightly while placing a slender finger over his lips. “That was a little secret between us, got it?”

“W—what was?” Your heart beats fast and you could hear the blood rushing through your ears. You beg him to stay with those words, to explain what he meant. Did he really catch that frisbee? Did you actually see it stop in the middle of the air all of a sudden? Was he saying that he did that?

Bomin laughs as the campfire roars behind him, casting his figure aglow in warm light. He looked almost— “the magic I did, silly.”—magical.

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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Shoot Your Shot pt. 26 - A Bad

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With your brother on the famed university basketball team, one of the biggest clichés you could run into is the classic trope -- falling for the captain. But after catching #19's eye from the bleachers, you think clichés might not be too bad.

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sunpopz · 2 years

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'til death do us part

pairing: jaehyun x afab!reader word count: 4.8k contains: phone sex, stoner!jaehyun, toxic relationship, like he's genuinely manipulative im srs this is kinda dark (lots of possessiveness + obsessive behavior), smut, mutual masturbation, pillow humping, some fluff, angst, unreliable narrator, short descriptions of exhibitionism, nonsexual dominance summary: your full-blown attachment to jaehyun makes itself known when he has to leave for a week, and you pretty much lose your mind. you call it love, but maybe that's only because you don't have another word for it. a/n: this took me forever to finish and it's only 4.8k words *~* pls leave me feedback or let me know if i should add/remove any warnings!

everything happened so fast.

it all started at a get-together your friend jennie hosted one weekend; introducing you to people she was closer with to make you feel more comfortable in a foreign city. you weren’t expecting the large crowd at her beach house, though it made sense that someone with a modeling career had so many connections. having met her through the most random interaction (you stupidly left your purse in a grocery basket and she chased you down in the parking lot, then you talked for like twenty minutes about the city because you asked for directions to the best furniture store), you had no idea that she was such a big deal with so much importance tied to her name. the two of you had exchanged numbers and she helped you unpack one day, inviting you to her “chill version of a party” (her words) as she handed you boxes.

the house itself was beautifully decorated and spacious. with the beach only a couple hundred meters away, the ocean air drafted in through open doors and windows, giving the atmosphere a sense of playfulness. it had honestly been a great time, you having stayed from start to finish thanks to everyone’s welcoming energy. people put in the effort to remember your name and include you in conversations, told you stories, offered you drinks, even invited you to other events.

after all the food, drinks, and board games were packed up and almost everyone left, it was just you, jennie, and a few other people scattered in the master bedroom upstairs. the air from the window was a bit breezy by then and jennie lied on her back with her head hanging off the end of one of the two beds, drunk. she was talking upside down, slurred, to a trio of girls sitting on the floor, who you’d learned weren’t from here either; old friends who’d stopped at her house to spend the night while traveling.

on the other bed were you and a guy you’d learned was named jaehyun, someone you met early on in the party but didn’t interact with directly up until now. he was sitting against the headboard, comfy with his hoodie over his head and his hands in his pockets. you sat facing him with crossed legs next to his outstretched ones, playing with your fingers.

both of you were high, bong forgotten about on the bedside table as you talked endlessly about nothing important. after stealing glances at each other all day, sitting in a bed with him in the now quiet (save for the low music still coming from the bluetooth speaker) house reminded you of your late teen years where you’d hang out with a boy you like without your parents knowledge.

“mm.. i think i’ll just let you guess,” jaehyun said, amusement clear in his voice. “whenever i tell a girl my sign she gets all weird about it.”

“so you’re a scorpio.” you deadpanned. the two of you had been jumping from random topic to random topic and eventually landed on the inevitable zodiac sign conversation, jaehyun playfully rolling his eyes the second you asked his.

he shook his head slowly. “nah.”

“uhm. pisces?”

“nope.”

you gave him a slow once over, racking your brain for all the star sign related things you’d read online. they say aries’ have strong eyebrows right? his weren’t very strong.. not that you knew what that even meant. he had dimples. do dimples mean anything? you thought anyone could have dimples. you were studying the shape of his lips for a little too long when the corner of his mouth lifted up.

“you give up?”

you were honestly ready to move on to something else, your fuzzy brain refusing to think deeply about anything of depth right now. all you’d really been paying attention to the past hour was how attractive jaehyun was, his face stopping your train of thought like this multiple times already. you just shrugged and nodded.

he took a long look at your facial features before saying anything. “aquarius.”

your eyebrows raised. “that makes a lot of sense, actually.”

“oh, here we go,” his eyeroll was playful, but it still made you feel like you had to be defensive. not because you were being truthful, but because this conversation felt structured from the start. just words and sentences to fill time until the tension got the best of you.

“i’m serious! that would’ve been my next guess,” your hands raised a bit along with the pitch of your voice to convince him. he just laughed and shook his head.

you couldn’t remember what it was like to get to know someone you had a crush on. your past relationships all went by in a blur; one damaged person meeting another damaged person and fighting more for the idea of love than love itself, ultimately causing more problems than solutions. you pushed it all away.

a moment of comfortable silence passed where you two just existed in each other’s very welcome presence, jaehyun letting his head fall back on the headboard lightly with his eyes closed. you stared at the column of his neck, then started to notice the ache in your knees from sitting cross legged for so long. you decided to stretch your legs out parallel to him, hands planted behind you to hold yourself up. you were both admittedly pretty tired from the day’s events, the weed not really helping with that.

jaehyun opened his eyes and peered down to where your legs lied next to his, then trailed his eyes slowly up your body, stopping at your face. you quirked an eyebrow.

he stared for a moment before speaking. “you don’t wanna come up here?”

your heart skipped. ‘up here’ like up next to him? you’d caught on quickly that jaehyun was a man of few words, nearly soft-spoken, but he knew how to make the words count. nuance and intent was always transparent in what he was saying, and in this case the look on his face and tone of his voice was just flirtatious.

you titled your head. “is that normally how you ask for things you want, jaehyun?”

he smiled, quick, big and sheepish, obviously not expecting that response. the energy the two of you shared had gone from curious to flirty throughout the entire time you’d sat here talking, but this was the first time he vocally made it known he wanted to be closer to you. the break in tension was coming closer.

“alright, then. can you please come sit next to me?” he asked with a mock pout. you rolled your eyes.

“only because you asked so nicely.”

when you settled yourself beside him, he let his arm wrap around your shoulder and suddenly you felt surrounded by him. his warmth, his smell.. that bubbling feeling in your gut intensified and you were reminded how much you missed this kind of intimacy.

out of impulse (that you wouldn’t have acted on if it weren’t for your current state of mind), you snuggled up to his side as close as possible, letting yourself melt into him. jaehyun watched you shift onto your side and place your hand on his chest with a knowing smile on his face, finding your need to be closer adorable. you really wanted to let your leg rest on top of his, but you felt it was too intimate and didn’t want to scare him away.

of course, though, he noticed the way your knee subtly rubbed against the side of his leg and took it upon himself to grab your thigh and move it over his own. now with his body almost between yours, you felt your face go hot and tried to hide a smile with a bite of your lip. jaehyun chuckled.

“aw, don’t get all shy on me now,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes again, pretending the rumble of his voice from this close didn’t affect you. something about jaehyun was entrancing; the conversation you guys just had being nothing but the typical stupid flirty small talk, zero substance, yet it was enough to leave you breathless in his presence.

you started running your finger along his chest where your hand lied, just to do something, then felt the very subtle dips of his abs through the fabric of his hoodie. you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, so you ended up rubbing your whole palm on him with more pressure to confirm. “woah, you’re ripped.”

he laughed at your observation, airily. you felt the vibration on your hand and your heartbeat quickened. the air was suddenly hot and the tension between you two was thick, your mind now forced to stay focused on the hot man next to you. your finger continued to trail along his abdomen while his hand rubbed your thigh.

“that feels nice,” jaehyun praised. it was hushed, like he only wanted you to hear, and you felt yourself go from wet to soaking.

feeling ecouraged, you slowly let your finger run a little lower to his stomach. at this point, you were just being indulgent with the permission he gave you to feel him up and be in his space, mind ran by nothing but lust. never had you ever done something like this with someone the day you met them, but jaehyun was just irresistible.

he tensed under you as your finger traveled lower on his stomach. you stopped and looked up at him with glazed eyes, feeling brave. he looked zoned out when you spoke. “i hear aquarius’ are good in bed.”

he bit his lip, wetting it and letting it go. “really?”

“no. i actually don’t know shit about astrology.”

he kissed you then, deep and hard, his hand gripping your thigh. you took a second to reciprocate due to the shock of it all, but once you did it wasn’t like any kiss you’d experienced before.

your ex’s and flings kissed you like they had to, like they were finishing a routine, or like they were thinking too hard about it. jaehyun kissed you like he needed to, like he had something to prove, equally giving and taking. as much as you hated to admit it at the time, you knew the moment he kissed you that this- he was something you needed in your life regularly.

your hands reached for his hair and pulled him closer, deeper, and he moved himself to hover over you. his hand found your boob over your shirt, rushed like he’d been thinking about grabbing it already. your head was spinning at the feeling of his soft yet firm body above yours, the heat between the two of you rising rapidly and desperately. he involved his tongue and you moaned, softly, at the smooth slide of it against your own.

“okayy! time for you two to get a room,” jennie interrupted from the other bed, clapping once with her outburst and startling you both away from each other’s faces. “there’s plenty of them, choose any. it was cute at first but it’s getting gross now.”

that night he’d fucked you good and deep in the guest room downstairs, hand over your mouth to keep from disturbing the other people in the house. he kept telling you how hot you were as if it were a secret he needed to get off his chest, then made you cum twice before he came himself (though it was only seconds after you; the mix of the sporadic clenching around him and your whining was too overwhelming). and then he ate you after. you felt like you were in heaven.

the two of you had become inseparable after that. it started out as the average friends with benefits relationship until it became unbearable to pretend not to have feelings for each other. eventually you announced you were dating, to which your friends were already aware of.

most of your time was spent together, one of you tagging along whenever the other went out, sometimes even for things like trips to the bank or grocery shopping. your lives revolved around each other. your friends thought it was almost fake; the same question of “can jaehyun come?” or “you mind if i bring y/n?” whenever either of you were invited somewhere seemed like a cinematic level of infatuation.

it was also cute, though, how you just clicked. if someone told you your soulmate was gonna be a stoner you met through a party at your supermodel friend’s beach house, who also argued with you about whether or not mermaids were real, you would’ve laughed in their face. but the speed of which you fell for each other took you by surprise. jaehyun could say the same, having never felt that insistent curiosity and endearment towards someone he just hooked up with before, let alone for that long.

your favorite thing about the relationship, though, was the sex. it was always passionate and eventful, the two of you getting off on each other’s pleasure. the average person would expect such a thing from such a good-looking couple, and maybe the knowledge of that added to the confidence in bed, or maybe it was jaehyun’s nonstop praise, because you’d tried things with him that you would’ve never considered doing before you met him. he had you bent over random surfaces, using toys you’d never seen before, and sometimes roleplaying in sexy costumes from amazon. in an alternate world you’ve been a cop who handcuffed and fucked him, a cat girl who got handcuffed and fucked, an evil witch who slipped a love potion in his drink… it got pretty creative sometimes. you loved every second of it.

one of your friends asked you what falling in love felt like, her eyes staring dreamily at a framed picture of you and jaehyun in your livingroom. she said people always explained it as something slow, conscious, and irresistible. you’d argue that it feels more like randomly slamming your face into concrete.

truthfully, you felt like you were doing something wrong from the moment it started. you could admit jaehyun held the ropes from the beginning, subconsciously teaching you vague clingy and possessive behavior in the small things he’d say. his words felt calculated, short, implying that he’d be the most important thing in your life if you really loved him. but he never really said that. you just knew, because that’s what you were to him. his religion, his muse.

while at times, it felt like a pile of mud with a shiny bow on top, you were working out just fine. more good than bad, the two of you, in your own little world, disgustingly in love.

so when jaehyun had to leave the city for an event with his family, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

it was his cousin’s wedding, so it was important, but you couldn’t stop the longing for him during the week he was gone. only a week, he kept reminding you, but after so much time with him consistently attached to your hip, it felt like a month.

jaehyun was staying at a rented mansion with the rest of his large family, so he had his own room in it’s own area. the two of you facetimed daily, once for the entire day because he had the time to, him lying in bed watching you do your daily tasks around the house while you talked your ass off about everything he was missing back home. he had a puppy with him then, his relatives dog, who he’d brought in the room specifically to see your reaction (and wasn’t disappointed - you squealed and baby talked to her the entire time).

you were satisfied when you went to bed that night, having taken a long hot shower and lit candles a while after you hung up to keep your energy light and happy. you were snuggled in your blankets with the lights off, scrolling through social media and ready to fall asleep when your phone rang.

you smiled to yourself upon seeing the ‘JAEEE <33’ on your screen, heartwarming when putting him on speaker and setting your phone on the bed.

“you miss me already?”

“you’re sexy as fuck, you know that?”

you froze, not at all expecting his voice to have an edge to it, let alone the words he spoke. the compliment sunk in as it dawned on you that he was horny, his voice only ever sounding like that when he wanted you. you shifted your whole body to face your phone and snuggled into yourself closer, fully engaging in what he had to say. “well, i do now.”

he laughed that kind of laugh he does when he’s also shaking his head, almost condescending, but not serious. your heart ached; you missed seeing it in person. “you already knew. i tell you all the time.”

“then why ask a question you already know the answer to?,” your head tilted, as if he could see you, feeling playful. challenging. “you gonna ask me if i love you next?”

“do you?”

“you just wanna hear me say it.”

he scoffed. you heard movement on the other side, fabric against fabric, and assumed he was moving around in his bed. you couldn’t really understand why he called you again at this time, your calls usually happening during the day, but it didn’t bother you. you stopped thinking about it the moment he started talking, actually.

“you wanna know what i’m thinking about?,” he asked after the movement stopped, and you hummed a yes. “when we first met, you said something to me. do you remember what it was?”

“can you stop asking questions and just tell me what you’re gonna say?”

he sighed in faux disappointment. moments like this were one of the reasons you fell for jaehyun, him adding flavor to your relationship through surprises and spontaneity, placing pretty bandaids over wounds. he wanted you to play along with whatever game this was, as usual, but you were more curious about where he was going with it.

a moment passed before he continued. “you said something like, ‘is that how you ask for things jaehyun?’. it was hot. just couldn’t get over how good it sounds when you say my name.”

oh, okay. so he was really horny. you grew hot at the words he was saying, rubbing your legs together subconsciously, fidgeting. you wanted to say something snarky back, maybe make a comment about the way he mocked your voice, but he knew how to render you speechless too well. all you could do was let out a whiney “jae…”

“fuck, yeah. like that.”

it occurred to you that he was definitely jerking off.

you heard a very faint flapping noise come through, it speeding up with his words, and felt embarrassed that you didn’t notice sooner. the timing, his voice, how he asked questions instead of telling you things straight forward. it was as if he couldn’t think straight and needed help filling in his sentences.

some silence passed. you reached your hand down your pajama shorts and rubbed at your clit through your underwear, staring at the screen. this wasn’t how you expected this call to go at all.. but why wouldn’t it have? it was late and 5 days into the dreadfully long week. if he hadn’t called you with his hand on his dick, you probably would’ve initiated it yourself.

“keep talking.”

jaehyun huffed a laugh. “you should’ve seen my cousin’s faces when i showed them pictures of you. they were in shock. that’s how sexy you are.”

you moaned softly at his words. something you learned about jaehyun was how much he talks during sex, contrasting with how he usually keeps his thoughts to himself. it’s like a dam breaks loose once the pleasure hits and it’s one of your favorite things, listening to him tell you everything he adores about you, usually with his hand around your throat or your eyes glistening up at him while you take him in your mouth. this was new territory, though, phone sex not even being a thought before this night.

“you’re even hotter, though,” you breathed. you felt compelled to spin the narrative of the conversation on it’s head and compliment him instead, still not used to the unconditional affirmations jaehyun threw at you, even with it being something he does 80% of the time. “just being in the corner store with you sometimes.. people stare. and they don’t even know what’s underneath your clothes. they’d have a heart attack.”

“they’re staring at you, too, you know,” and just like that. it’s back to you. “you just can’t tell.”

you should’ve known your attempt to steer away would’ve been useless.

you ignored the statement, continuing what you were saying before. “i think the best part about it is knowing they’ll never have you. every person in the room has to watch us walk in and out together, wishing they were in our shoes, wishing they knew what it was like to be with us. for like, at least five minutes we occupy people’s minds. just as fantasies.”

“fuck, agreed. you said it perfectly.”

maybe people would think the two of you were conceited if they heard how you talked to each other, but no one else was in the relationship. they didn’t matter. they never did; not when you not-so-secretly foot-fucked him under tables at dinners or when you detached yourselves from events altogether, staying with the crowd until you got tired of it and wanted to separate.

it couldn’t have been healthy, you admitted to yourself. it honestly wasn’t even a matter of admitting anything to yourself; you knew it wasn’t healthy. jaehyun and his love was truly like a drug, in the best and worst ways. none of the judgmental stares or the whispered complaints around you mattered because all you needed was him, even if being with him as often as you were meant neglecting other responsibilities in your life here and there.

but it wasn’t like you were stupid. just in love with both him and love itself, something you hadn’t experienced in full until you met him. you hoped this period of your lives only boiled down into something less intense rather than turning sour, but even that wasn’t a thought you let sit for long. you knew it wasn’t likely.

you had already slid your hand under the waistband of your underwear and began to finger yourself when jaehyun spoke again.

“shit, i can hear how wet your pussy is.”

your mouth fell open a bit when you moaned this time. “only for you.”

“i know, baby,” he cooed, reassuring. “only for me.”

short gasps turned into whines, reciprocated through grunts in your phone’s glitchy speaker. you lied on your stomach, grabbed a pillow, and placed it between your legs. you moaned high when you humped down on it, slow and hard. “i really wish you were here..”

jaehyun moaned at your words. “can’t take care of yourself when i’m not around? are you that far gone?”

and there it was. amongst the long list of things he’d say to you in bed to get you going, telling you you’re useless without him was at the very top. you were that far gone, actually. you couldn’t remember how to navigate life without him next to you, and it had been driving you more nuts than his absense itself. since when were you a codependent person? you didn’t really know who you were anymore after being with jaehyun, but again it didn’t matter. he made you happy.

“you know i am,” you whispered.

he laughed.

after a few minutes of whimpering while humping your pillow and listening to jaehyun curse, nothing was enough, so he asked you to turn your camera on. you reached to your phone and facetimed him with shaky fingers, propping it in front of your face.

the look on his face when he loaded in was straight up lustful, and you watched him groan in reaction to your expression. you realized then how erotic you looked, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, eyes big and pleading with your cheek pressed into the sheets. almost just how he liked you, your usual dumb brain and whiney wet mouth coming a lot sooner when he was actually with you.

“love seeing you like this,” his handsome face distanced from the screen as he angled his phone lower to show you how he was touching himself, hard dick pulled out from his sweats and a hand wrapped around it loosely, tugging repeatedly. “look what you’re doing to me. let me see the rest of you, baby.”

your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name. you slipped your shorts off in the process of shifting your phone to display most of your body and jaehyun cursed under his breath, his voice farther away now.

you were able to think clearer this way, feeling less scrutinized without your focus being directly on each other’s faces. you felt good right now. really good, actually, pleasure making it’s way through you and settling in the marrow of your bones, but feeling good didn’t last forever. it never did, especially when jaehyun wasn’t there next to you for days. especially when at the end of the day you were only you, and jaehyun was only jaehyun, and separation was possible. you couldn’t bear the thought that you were living proof of that in this moment, alone in your room, humping your pillow as your boyfriend watched you through a screen. not really there.

“grind on it like you grind on me.”

you faltered a bit, then rolled your hips languidly against the fabric. you moaned at the same time he did and forced a laugh to acknowledge that, but it was cut off by another moan.

jaehyun was fucking into his hand roughly now, gripping it tight and thrusting quick and hard. his grip on the phone was shaky. he grunted. “i’m so fucking close.”

“me too,” you whined, gripping the pillow beneath you tightly as you worked yourself on it faster and harder. “wan’ you to cum inside me so bad.”

the desperate longing look on your face, the bounce of your ass as you dry fucked your pillow, the whimpered words leaving your mouth; it was all enough to push jaehyun past the edge. you watched his cum spirt out in three thick waves, silent, eyes shutting tightly as you slowly reached your own orgasm.

then the good feeling part was over. there was no physical aftercare he could offer you, no cuddling until you fell asleep and waking up to caramel coffee the way he made it. you were alone in your bed, bottom half almost completely exposed, head fuzzy. alone in your house, alone for the next few days.

yes he was coming back, but you’d be alone again eventually. his trip away felt like an awakening of sorts, you having stared at pictures of the two of you around the house wondering why you felt scared. it dawned on you that nothing as intense as love or grief was an experience that’s shared so strongly. you were going to die alone, one spirit and one body, no jaehyun ascending with you. you were one person, and you couldn’t even stomach the idea of it.

when had you become this way? you were stable when you moved here, determined to finish the long, hefty job of settling in by yourself. you got some help, but none of it was asked for. you were even fine when you met him, two individuals with an interest in each other. yet here the two of you were, an individual and their puppet.

a tear rolled down your face as you stared blankly at your boyfriend’s fucked out expression.

he pouted at you. “don’t cry, pretty.”

another tear fell and you wiped it away immediately, forcing yourself to keep it together. you felt weak, terribly so, but it was only temporary.

“promise me you’ll never leave me, jae,” you spoke, voice small. “please. this is unbearable.”

there was something dark in his eyes, as usual when you admitted how much you needed him in your life. it was a sign of success in your dynamic; something good usually happening after he got that look on his face, whether it be an expensive gift, a nice gesture, or just more encouraging words. it meant good news. you felt terrible now, but something good was going to happen. you were going to feel good again. you smiled and he smiled back, nodding his head playfully.

“‘til death do us part.”

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itsarealshitshow · 4 years

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NCT 127 reaction to falling in love with a fan

Requested by @fruityutas

Pairing: NCT 127 x reader

Warnings: None

Author: Admin Wiki & Admin Emelia

Scenario: The members have secret accounts to keep up and interact with their fans. What happens when they start talking to you and they develop feelings?

A/N: so we changed the request up a little bit. instead of them falling in love with a fan on their like secret account, it’s how they meet and fall for you. i hope you like it!

Moon Taeil

YOU ACCIDENTALLY DM HIM

sir is a grandfather

like literal grandpa energy radiates off this man

i see him on facebook and pinterest

but for the sake of this fic

let’s say haechan downloaded tiktok on his phone and that taeil uses it

you sent him something once accidentally thinking it was your friend but it was taeil

and he replied to it

soon after a beautiful friendship started

eventually he trusted you enough to go on video call and he was like plz don’t tell anyone that you’re friends with taeil moon

and you guys start going on video calls so often that he just falls for your humour and your beauty

he eventually realizes by himself that he loves you

it’s a late night on video call with you and he doesn’t care that he’s going to be tired in the morning during practice

he knows that you’re a fan and he doesn’t care because to him you’re so much more

Johnny Seo

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

ok so basically

you guys were so close as kids

then he moved away and lost contact with you

of course when you got into kpop you’ve heard of johnny seo

and were like omg it’s my childhood best friend

luckily

one day you go to go to an nct concert

and he saw you and stood there like 👁👄👁 too

he got you backstage for afterwards

and was like omg i’ve missed you, i can’t believe you’re a fan

you’re like i’ve gotta seize this opportunity

so you’re like johnny i’m in love with you

and he’s like OMG I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU TOO

and once again you guys look at each other like 👁👄👁

johnny’s first instinct is to be like wanna date then

and you

being the rational one

asked about you being a fan

and he was like OH SHIT RIGHT

but you two brought it up with sm and somehow they let you two date

Lee Taeyong

BECOMING FRIENDS THROUGH ANIMAL CROSSING

so of course this mans plays animal crossing

we been knew

but one day he needed to sell his turnips very desperately

and used an app to find someone with the highest prices

which happened to be you

and so

your island is the cutest and most amazing island taeyong ever seen

you have a welcome sign and are so nice to him in the game

he saw that you have some custom designs of nct stuff and that’s when he found out he was on a fan’s island

but he doesn’t really care

and he asks for your number so you two can text

he told you to call him yongie

so he can be anonymous

and over time you two just fell for each other

taeyong becomes worried when he realizes that he’s fallen for you

because you’re a fan and if he confesses without ever doing a video call or meeting in person it’s weird

but he decides to confess to you over text and makes sure you actually like him for him

after taeyong confirms that you like him too he suggests going on a video call

that’s when you two see each other for the first time and you’re like omg

and he asks you to be his s/o

Yuta Nakamoto

FOLLOWS A FAN ACCOUNT AND FALLS FOR THE PERSON IN CHARGE OF THE ACCOUNT

disclaimer : i don't know how the photo accounts actually work

but anyways

this man is full of himself

it’s kinda obvious

so of course he follows fan accounts

one day he direct messages you to see photos that you haven’t posted yet

and you were like um hi??

who are you??

he’s like hi i’m yuta i wanna see photos of myself, also do not post about this interaction or else i can sue you 🥰🥰

so you’re like um ok first i want confirmation that you’re yuta and not some crazy fan wanting unreleased photos

anyways

after that whole shebang

you two just start talking on the regular about anything and everything

and he realizes that he’s fallen for you

he doesn’t care that you’re a fan because he’s genuinely fallen for you

and the next time he sees you at an event is when he confesses how he feels

Kim Doyoung

HE GETS SAVED FROM SAESANGS

we all know that mans hates saesangs and fights them a lot

so one day doyoung is trying to escape some crazy fans

but nothing is working and they keep catching up to him

you end up running into him when he’s running away

realizing that saesangs are following him like crazy you figure he must be an idol

and so you grab his hand

you pull doyoung to a really small café that no one knows about

once you’ve lost them you realize that it really is doyoung that you were hanging onto

doyoung starts to open his mouth to thank you when all of a sudden you start apologizing

“i’m so sorry! it was really rude of me to just grab onto you and drag you around. i can’t believe saesangs are like that! honestly i hate being in the same fandom as them when they do stuff like this.”

he sits there like 👁👄👁

“so you’re a fan of mine?”

“oh yes, i’m so sorry for just grabbing you like that doyoung. i should’ve asked you first.”

he’s like “actually, i should pay you back. you got me away from the saesangs.”

so you two go on a date

and then he finds he actually likes you and that you make him feel normal even though you’re a fan of his group

he’s surprised because he thought he would fall in love with a fellow idol and not someone who idolizes him

Jaehyun (Jung Jaehyun or Jung Yoonoh)

HE MEETS THEM DURING A BUSKING

while strolling through seoul on his day out jaehyun stumbled upon a group of people doing a busking

the songs they were performing happened to be NCT songs which is what caught his attention

there was one person who had completely captured his attention

which happened to be you

luckily for jaehyun he was wearing a hat and a mask which meant that no one would know it was him

he watched as you performed and was completely enamoured with your charm and looks

after your performance had ended jaehyun decided to come up to you

he was like “i think you’re super cool and really good looking do you wanna hang out sometime”

no cap you recognize his voice and are like “🤩 yessir”

he keeps coming to your buskings and you two hang out all the time

he quickly falls for you but is worried that you only like him because he’s an idol

he gets johnny or mark to ask you how you feel about him and if you care that he’s an idol

jaehyun’s decision is set when they tell him you like him for him and not because he’s famous

Kim Jungwoo

THEY DO AEGYO DURING A FAN MEET

jungwoo loves the shit out of these fan meets

he’s anxious about them of course but he loves meeting fans and seeing them

before the fan meet had even begun jungwoo spotted you in the crowd

he thought you were the best looking person he’s ever seen and couldn’t wait to meet you

he forgot about you but when he heard mark laughing at someone and saw you he got all excited again

finally when you came up to him you performed some aegyo for him

he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven you are so cute

you guys chat it up during the time you guys have with each other and he sneaks his phone number in for you

he loves the fact that you’re a fan because it means you just appreciate what he does so much more

Mark Lee

ACCIDENTALLY HITS THEM WITH A NCT BONG DURING A CONCERT

ok so picture this

all the members were given some light sticks for this song to just fool around

when the song starts haechan looks at mark and is like “i dare you to recreate that video of taeyong dancing and breaking the light stick without you actually breaking the stick”

spoiler alert

it still fucking breaks and hits you in the face

mark is screaming that he’s sorry and tells the security guards to bring you backstage

haechan is on the floor laughing because he can’t believe mark just hit a fan in the face

once mark is backstage he’s rushing around looking around for you

once he spots you he’s on his knees apologizing so hard he switches to english

you’re like “it’s ok! i’m fine! it’s just gonna bruise a little maybe”

he’s like “THAT’S EVEN WORSE”

so he’s like “how ‘bout you go out with me after the concert so i can repay you for this”

ofc you say yes

so you two go out to get something to eat

and mark falls for you so quick

he likes everything about you that you’ve shown so far

he also really likes the fact that you’re a fan because that means he has a chance with you since you already like him and understand what he’s doing

Haechan (Lee Donghyuck)

HE MEETS HER ON TIKTOK MAKING FUN OF RENJUN

so this mans obvs has a tik tok

he loves the trends and seeing what fans are doing

and one day he stumbles upon your tik tok making fun of renjun

it’s you and your friends recreating iconic nct moments and you’re the one who gets to recreate the renjun video

you know the voice crack during the my first and last era

he dies when he sees your recreation of that video

he direct messages you and asks if you guys can be friends because you seem so cool and cute

you’re like sure how bout we talk on snap

and that’s when you find out that he’s haechan

he tells you to not say anything about his identity

you two become close and eventually meet up like regular friends

he doesn’t really remember that you’re a fan because he feels normal around you

and that’s what he really likes about you

#nct 127 imagines #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 scenarios #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct scenarios

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markleesthighs · 5 years

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Black Mamba | Chapter 2

Pairings: Reader x Mark Lee, Reader x Hendery, Reader x Jaehyun, feat. ot21

Genre: NCT mafia!au, angst, fluff, light smut (suggestive), comical

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating and drugs

Words: 3.415k

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Chapter 2 - Judas Kiss

Valentine’s Day, Seoul, Korea, 2023

You were planning to take Mark out on a date for your anniversary, you were able to book a restaurant and super excited to take Mark. You both have been busy lately, both of you had not left the mansion in a while, and this would be an excellent opportunity to go out. After you got the call for the confirmation, you walked to Mark’s office to go tell him. But before you could open the door, you heard the other boys talking to him about what to do for Valentine’s Day.

“Boss, how long has it been since you’ve gone out?” Jaehyun asked

“I’ve been busy trying to manage you, numskulls.”

“We are all planning on going to hit the club tonight, you should come,” Johnny added.

“Nah, you guys go on your own.”

“C’ mon boss, how long has it been since you’ve had a girl over?” Taeyong asked

“It’s none of your business.”

“Mark, we all know you haven’t had one over in forever,” Donghyuck Responded.

The truth was, Mark did everything he can to avoid the boys from finding out about you two. Whether that was you hiding in the closet, or waiting ten minutes to exit the same room, it was what you promised between each other. Mark also made his room soundproof, to ensure no one would hear both of you in the same place. Mark sighed and gave a somewhat forced answer.

“…fine I’ll go.”

“YES!!” Cheered Yuta

You heard them walking by the door, so you quickly made it look like you were walking to the supplies closet looking for materials for your next weapon. The guys saw you, excited to know what your latest invention was.

“y/n! y/n! What are you working on!” Donghyuck asked

“Well, if I told you I would ruin the surprise.”

“Can’t you give us a little hint?”

“Fine.”

“You guys have to use this on night missions.”

“Ohhhhhhh”

“Well, I have to get back to the lab, I’ll see all of you.”

“Bye y/n!!”

You obviously made that weapon up, but right now you just wanted to go into the lab and reflect on what just happened. You walked into the lab and just sat in there for an hour fiddling your pen, thinking about what to do. You trusted Mark, but you had hoped he would have remembered to do something or anything for your anniversary. He knows that you didn’t like flowers, but in past anniversaries he at least got you a gift and spent more time with you for the day. Last year, he spent the whole day in the lab saying he was “testing” and “approving” your weapons. When in reality, you both were having a secret date inside the lab and couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

The thought of being engaged and getting married crossed your mind, since some of your friends had gotten engaged around three or four years of dating someone. You would say yes, but was this the right time? You decided to head to the bathhouses to clear your mind and think of different things to take your mind off your worries.

The bathhouses were inspired by Japanese onsens, and since you were the only girl in a high ranking position, you got the bathhouse to yourself. Your juniors and other trainees had other houses where they bathed. You let the hot water and steam relax your body, and you watched as there was a light snowfall. Watching the delicate flakes of snow melting softly into the hot water made you feel calm, and forget what you were worried about.

However, when you stepped out and walked back into the mansion, it was extremely quiet. You then asked a maid carrying towels where they went.

“They went out tonight miss.”

Right. They were going to the club. On Valentine’s Day. On your anniversary. You would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt as you walked to your bedroom to change into one of Mark’s hoodies, it smelled like whiskey and his old spice. You tried to sleep, and you were tossing and turning and looked at the clock, 12:00 AM. You realized that you needed to find out for yourself if Mark indeed was staying loyal or else you wouldn’t be able to sleep. You got up and changed into your clothes (with weapons secretly equipped in pockets of course) which was all black, and you wore a black mask to cover your face.

You rode your motorbike near the club and had to walk through a big park to get there since everyone came to this club on Valentines Day, and it’s hard to get in. You noticed that this was the park that you and Mark had your first official date in the public.

You remembered how he violently chased the pigeons and picked up a bunch of flowers for you. It was good and heartwarming memories that reminded you of Mark. But you quickly snapped out of it and focused at the task at hand. You had debated whether to go or not, determining the probability of him catching you there or how he would react. You even wondered if you were just being paranoid and doubting Mark.

“What am I going to do if he sees me?”

“What happens if he is cheating on me?”

“Am I just going crazy?”

“What if I am worried for nothing, god I feel so stupid.”

“So, I am actually doing this, you can do it y/n.”

But you decided, fuck it, let’s just do it, if he sees me, then so be it. You walked up to the bodyguards, and you showed them your NCT tattoo, and they let you in immediately with no question. But of course, everyone else waiting started to yell at them wondering how you magically get to waltz inside. When you got in your eardrums hurt like hell, this was one of the main reasons why you didn’t like clubs. First off, even though you were in a mafia group, you didn’t drink or smoke, you just didn’t like either preferably.

The place clearly reached of alcohol, pot, marijuana, and flavored vape smoke. So many drunk and high people dancing, along with flashing lights, was not your forte. Also, the fact that people were sniffing cocaine and smoking out of rainbow bongs did not help either. You also realized that this particular club as also a strip club, so strippers and naked girls are everywhere. You did notice a bunch of men trying to hit on you, but once you almost broke the arm of a guy trying to grope your ass, they all seemed to back away from you.

You tried to desperately find Mark or even the group, there were so many people and so many sweaty bodies you couldn’t wait to get out of this shit hole. You eventually saw all of them sitting in a booth laughing and drinking, you can tell Mark was drunk because he was really touchy with all of the members and his face has a slight pink tint. You were relieved he was just drinking and not doing other things.

But as you are just going to leave out of the corner of your eye, you saw a girl walk over to Mark and sat on his lap. You turned, and with no hesitation, he started to make out with her and holding her the way he held you. You saw all the boys hooting and hollering Mark. You saw him smiling, which you haven’t seen in a long time.

But there was only one person not following along, which was Donghyuck, who looked uncomfortable in this situation. That led him to notice you with watery eyes, and you quickly ran out of there as fast as your legs could carry you. You ran and ran for miles while knowing Donghyuck was following you, hearing his footsteps linger behind you. You ran not looking back, feeling your tears stream your cheeks as millions of thoughts fill your head.

“Is he happy?”

“Why did he do this?”

“What is wrong with me?

“What is this feeling?

“Why does my throat have a lump?”

“Why does my chest feel heavy?”

“Why are my eyes filled with water?”

“Why did he do this?”

“Did he forget about me?”

The only time you remembered crying like this was at your parents funeral, you have never cried since. For once, you felt hurt again, and you felt betrayed by someone you loved in a long time. You felt sick and vulnerable.

“Why did you make me feel this way?”

You wondered if you ever made him happy. You questioned if he ever loved you. You thought if you were ever enough for Mark.

“Was this just a game?”

“Was my loyalty for three years worth nothing?”

“Did I just waste my time?”

But the footsteps never stopped

“y/n!! Wait!”

You kept running and running until your tears dried up from the wind created while you were running. You ran into the park and sat on a bench with lightly stained tears as Donghyuck caught up to you panting and sat down the bench with you. At this point, you’ve cried enough, and now you are just deep in thought, figuring out an excuse to tell him.

“y/n? why were you at the club?”

“I-I heard you guys were going out…I just- wanted to make sure you guys were okay.”

“Aw, that's so nice of you y/n.”

“Hey! Don’t tell the guys about this, I don’t want them to know I actually care or look out for you or whatever.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them.”

“So, how is guys’ night out?”

“Eh, same old same old, but now it’s interesting now that Mark came with us, he’s usually extremely busy during this time.”

“Well, I should let you get back to your guys night, I’ll be going home.”

“Ride home safe y/n.”

“You know, I will.”

You walked to your motorbike watching Donghyuck casually walk back to that disgusting place, now reminding you what had just happened. You put on your helmet and felt tears falling, and you kept riding faster and faster in anger, wanting to get away. You came home to your face streaming with tears as you walked to the shooting range. You always went there to let out your anger and emotions while practicing your shooting, which was never rusty.

You took a gun from the lab and shot about 10 targets all either all shot in the head or heart. You soon felt calm and emotionally stable after and walked back to the bedroom. You grabbed and changed back into the pajamas you had before, sadly smelling Mark on the hoodie. You had gotten tired and fell asleep for a while.

3 AM, you heard a rally of screaming and drunk men burst through the front door, indicating that they all had just come home from their guys night. You heard footsteps come towards the bedroom door and someone struggling to open the door and eventually opened it. You saw a drunk Mark with lipstick all over his face and hickeys down his neck. His belt was undone, and his pants were all wrinkled, now indicating he did cheat on you. He smelled like cheap flowers and champagne, and suddenly tears filled up your eyes, and you couldn’t see through the blur.

“Whyyyy are yyyouuu wearinggg myy hoodies?”

“You-“

“Whooo saidd youuu couuld wear them?”

“Y-“

“Only peeeople I loveee get to weaaar them. Soooo why are you wearing ittt.”

“…”

“I SAID”

Mark suddenly grabbed you forcefully and shoved you against the wall demanding to know why you were in his room, wearing one of his hoodies. Your eyes were now overflowing with tears, Mark never, in his three years of dating you yelled or shoved you like that. This was someone else, this wasn’t Mark.

“ANSWER ME WOMAN”

“Y-you said I-I-I could w-wear them.”

“WHEN DID I SAY THAT, I NEVER LOVED YOU”

“…”

After that he slapped you in the face and forcefully removed the hoodie from your body, leaving you half-naked.

“NOW GET OUT OF MY ROOM!! I NEVER ASKED FOR ANOTHER WHORE TONIGHT!”

“…”

“I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!”

Without any hesitation you left, half naked crying so hard you couldn’t breathe, and you ran to your old bedroom. It was just as you had left it, but there was no dust since the maids cleaned every room regardless if it was used or not. Your old clothes were still in the closet, and your old Crocodile jacket was still hanging in there. Your bed was cold and untouched, and it felt weird to try to sleep in here after three years.

You rummaged through your drawers to find an oversized shirt you had gotten at your old apartment. You wore it, feeling cold, not used to wearing a shirt rather than a hoodie. You tucked yourself in, and for one, felt lonely and vulnerable, there was no one to sleep next to you, no one to hold you, no one to love you. Not to your surprise, you had trouble sleeping, you missed sleeping with Mark, and not used to sleeping on your own. You decided to go get some tea to calm you down, a nice cup of chamomile would help.

You walked down the stairs and found Hendry already in the kitchen looking for something as well. You knew Hendery, he was new to the team, but you always knew about his night cravings, since so many of the members complained about it. He did not go out with the guys because he also wasn’t too fond of drinking or clubbing. It looked like he already made a pot of tea and was drinking some on his own.

“Oh, hi y/n, would you like some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“It’s jasmine if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Hendery took out another teacup and poured you some, and you both drank in silence.

“Is there something on your mind y/n?”

“Yeah…how did you know?”

“You usually don’t wake up in the middle of the night to have tea if you don’t want to calm your thoughts.”

You sighed as you placed your cup down and decided to let your thoughts out to him, he visited your lab a couple of times and was kind enough to deliver you lunch sometimes.

“It’s stupid

“It can’t be stupid if you are thinking about it so much.”

“I just broke up, with someone and it’s just hard to comprehend.”

“Ah, with Mark, right?”

You immediately froze and looked at him in awe.

“H-how did you find out?”

“I saw the signs and subtle flirting with each other, also do you think I’m that stupid to not notice you two going into the same room during the night and come out of the same room early in the morning?”

“Hm…you have a good point.”

“I heard him yelling, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, he was just really drunk, but I’ve never seen him like that. Usually, when he is drunk, he can’t keep his hands off me.”

“I saw he was with someone else, are you okay about him cheating on you?”

“Yeah, but, nah, its just- dumb.”

“No, no, no, let it out.”

“I-I got him a present for our anniversary and Valentine’s Day, but I don’t even think he remembered.”

You revealed a watch that Mark always wanted. You noticed that he kept looking at his clock or phone for the time, and never owned a nice watch. It had your anniversary date on it engraved and had both of your initials on it as well. You showed Hendery, and he looked at it and you in pity. You started to cry again, to which Hendery comforted you, pulling you into his embraced and you cried on his shoulder while he rubbed your back.

“Why did he have to do it?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“God, I’m so stupid.”

Was one of the few things you choked up while crying into Hendery. He looked at you with a comforting smile and reassured you of all your worries.

“You, are fucking y/n y/l/n, the damn Black Mamba, ex-Crocodile, okay? No one deserves to have you, and whoever does get to keep you is a lucky man, because they will get to love the most badass, loving, and hardworking woman I have ever seen.”

“Aw, you mean it?”

“…yeah, you are always there, looking out for trainees and constantly working in your lab and helping out many members on their missions.”

“Now, don’t think you will magically fall in love and date me because I’m a mess right now.”

“Whatever you say, princess, now go get some rest I’ll clean up.”

You got up from Hendery’s chest and started to walk back.

“Hey Hendery”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being here for me.”

You walked up and pecked his cheek.

“Now, don’t inflate your ego, man.”

He just smiled and waved to you going to bed. You walked back to your dark, and cold room that smelled like fresh cotton, no more musk, whiskey, or cigarette smell lingered in the room. Now calm, you fell into a deep sleep, hoping to never wake up.

You woke up early to help provide some hangover care packages for the guys, knowing they would be in pain for the whole day. You told the chef to prepare the best hangover foods such as eggs and bacon, grilled cheeses, smoothies, and a whole buffet for them. You also provided them with some pain killers and water for their headaches.

Soon, all of them slowly got out of their beds and took some painkillers and food thanking you for helping them. But the last one to come out was Mark, who shuffled his way over to you. You thought he would secretly rub your arm or hold your hand, but he just took his painkillers and food and didn’t even look at you. It was weird. You thought he was just tired and hungover, so he couldn’t even comprehend trying to flirt with you.

“Hey, there’s the man of the hour,” Donghyuck said

“How was a/n (any name) last night?” Asked Jaehyun

“She was…nice, I got her number, we are going on a date later, I want to get to know her better.”

“AYYY THATS MY DUDE” Johnny yelled

“hey, please stop screaming, it's hurting my head” scolded Taeil.

A date? Why would they be going on a date? Is this a cover-up for us dating? Mark got up, looked at you, and you thought he was about to say something to you, maybe a “sorry” or a pity look.

“Here are the dishes.”

“…”

You took them in shock

“Did I just hear that right?”

He gave no reaction or sympathy? Why is he acting this way? So many questions flooded your head while Hendery looked at you in pity, knowing how much pain and confusion you are going through. Mark just walked back and started calling on his phone. You all eventually went back to work just like a normal day. You were in the lab, and Mark only came in to talk about missions and weapons, there was no love or care in his voice.

He was acting super professional when he usually would act the complete opposite when you two were in the lab alone. This wasn’t Mark, this was the leader of NCT, this was someone who didn’t love you. This was someone who ran a mafia group, this was not someone to fall in love with. He stopped texting you and only called you for weaponry matters. You were working on data statistics for weapons and you couldn’t keep your mind off last night and this morning. You then eventually got to thinking about why it seemed that you were just another worker as you were before, three years ago. Until it hit you.

What if he forgot about me?

What if he forgot about us?

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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valentine’s day + golcha ✧

blame @wingkkun for enabling me :) as well as @thepixelelf for putting up the list of valentine’s day prompts on her network @newskynet (check out the list and the network here!) that inspired these little blurbs! i really encourage anyone to join in on the event and use the prompts, they’re super cute and hella funny :)

anyway happy early valentine’s day! there’ll be more blurbs for the boyz and stray kids leading up to the day of, and changmin’s interwoven story will top the holiday off <3

(find other valentine’s day blurbs for the boyz and stray kids here whenever i put up the masterlist!)

pairing: golcha x gender neutral!reader (one blurb for each member!)

wc: 4.9k (total)

genre: fluff, pure fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing, like one slightly implied mention of sex (it’s the first couple sentences of sungyoon’s story, but absolutely nothing explicit)

stray kids version | the boyz version

Golden Child Masterlist

9. “i’m allergic to roses.”

jaehyun doesn’t know why his boss decided to give him the valentine’s day shift. it’s annoying and stupid and dumb, especially when he just wants to spend the entire day with you, but you have class and he has work. so jaehyun resigns himself to being forced to work in the pits of hell on the supposed day of love (it’s a drugstore on valentine’s day. he’s pretty sure he won’t even be able to count the number of boyfriends and girlfriends who’ve forgotten to buy their partner a gift and have come to this shitty CVS for a last minute card or box of chocolates).

slumped over on the counter after opening, waiting for the first wave of poor significant others to come washing in, jaehyun doesn’t even bother to move when the automatic doors slide open and a few pairs of footsteps sound on the floor. only when someone steps in front of him does he actually look up, immediately plastering on his customer service smile (that you’ve always found simultaneously hilarious and scary - “you look so dead inside, i don’t know what to say!” “i’m not dead inside!” “jaehyun, you’re in university. we’re all dead inside”), but it immediately drops when you step up to the counter and pass over a bouquet of tulips (not roses this time, thank god - jaehyun doesn’t need a repeat of the time you brought them and he had to break it to you between sneezes that “i’m allergic to roses.”), laughing at the expression of shock on his face.

“wanted to bring you something nice in the morning since we won’t see each other until later,” you explain, pushing the bouquet into his hands. “i’ll meet you in front of your dorm, right? don’t be late.”

holding the flowers, jaehyun doesn’t know what to do but nod and smile, smile so brightly it feels like the sun has come down to rest in his heart because by god, you’re the sweetest thing in this entire world and he loves you so, so much. “okay,” he breathes, unable to stop his eyes from crinkling as he smiles. “i’ll see you then.”

you lean over the counter and press a brief kiss on his lips. the bouquet nearly falls to the ground as he scrambles to lean in, to extend this bit of affection as long as he can, but then someone coughs and you two break away, jaehyun red-faced and blushing, you laughing as both of you turn to the customer holding two bags of lollipops with a smirk and a raised eyebrow on their face. jaehyun only blushes harder as you squeeze his hand one last time, supremely unconcerned, and murmur “see you later” before walking back out the door.

14. “you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

exactly one week ago, jangjun’s professor gave the entire lecture hall a stern talking-to regarding valentine’s day activities in class. no kissing, no inappropriate PDA, and “no giving out candy or confessions unless you’ve brought enough for the entire hall.” and given the fact that this is a lecture hall of just under a hundred students, no one is eager to break that rule.

but on valentine’s day, you come running in just two minutes before class starts, a large shopping bag banging against your legs as you sprint to your seat next to jangjun. he frowns at the bag, looking up at you in confusion, but you only give him a shit-eating grin as the professor walks to the podium. just as he’s about to start the slides, you raise your hand. “professor, i have candy to pass out.”

a whisper runs through the hall as jangjun starts to laugh. you really would. you actually would. y/n, you perfect bastard. professor just raises an eyebrow that jangjun can see all the way from his seat halfway across the hall and replies “do you have enough for the entire class?”

“as a matter of fact, i do!” reaching into the bag, you pull out two packages of lollipops and brandish them in the air. “all in the spirit of valentine’s day, professor!”

the hall devolves into chaos and laughter and shouts as you run down the rows, throwing candy at every student. jangjun’s laughing with everyone else - even the professor can’t help a smile as you hand him a lollipop too - but then he realizes you’ve completely bypassed his row. no matter, though, right? you’ll probably just come back and give him one when you come back to your seat, or he’ll steal a lollipop away from you. that’s how best friends work, obviously.

but then you’re running down the stairs, finished passing out candy for the rest of the hall. jangjun expects you to slide into your seat but you don’t, instead stopping at the end of the row and tossing him his favorite flavor of lollipop. he grins, about to say something, but your smile has turned slightly nervous and he’s confused - you’re never nervous, never, you didn’t even look like this before you had your first job interview - but then your gaze takes on a steely determination that’s more characteristic of his favorite friend ever and you say, “wanna go on a date with me?”

screams erupt from the seats around him, but jangjun can only stare as he tries to comprehend what you said. his mouth moves to form words and they are not the words he wants but he never thinks before he speaks and certainly not now when his brain is literally fraying at the edges -

“you’re seriously asking me out on valentine’s day?”

your gaze shutters, your eyes turning dim. the smile on your face is still there but it’s a little forced and jangjun starts panicking because what the fuck, that’s not what he meant, and - “oh my god, y/n, i’m an idiot, i didn’t mean to say that, yes i want to go out with you, holy fuck i’ve wanted to literally since we met -”

“jangjun? shut up.”

he shuts up, terrified he’s messed up forever. but you’re smiling. you’re smiling so wide it looks like the stars themselves have come down to grace your eyes as you sit down next to him and tangle your fingers with his.

there are more screams and someone’s camera flashes but jangjun doesn’t care. he doesn’t fucking care, not when you’ve just asked him out when he’s been pining for you for probably years at this point and jangjun knows he’s grinning like an idiot when he squeezes your hand once, softly, and you squeeze back, winking as you pop a last lollipop into your mouth.

13. “you’re so cheesy. i love it.” (slightly amended from “this is so cheesy. i love it.”)

daeyeol may be dyslexic, but he certainly isn’t blind. as the ta for this lecture section, he’s had a front row seat to the obvious pining tension between jangjun and his best friend since they stepped into class on the first day. when they hand daeyeol a lollipop, he can see jangjun smiling like an absolute idiot even so far away, and when oblivious idiot #1 finally pulls themselves together and asks jangjun on a date, the professor himself can’t help but grin even as he starts clapping his hands to bring the class to order.

as the lecture goes on, daeyeol lets his thoughts wander. he’s been over this particular set of slides so long he could probably talk about them in his sleep (and according to sungyoon, he actually has, though he has no video proof so daeyeol will just put that down to his roommate exaggerating), so he doesn’t feel too bad about not paying attention as the professor keeps talking. he has better things to think about - namely his plans for later today.

yeah, he has a date. he has a date with, in his humble opinion, the most wonderful and beautiful person in the world. he can’t help but smile when the image of your eyes crinkled in a laugh runs through his mind, the sound of your giggles and snorts making his heart flutter with excitement because holy fuck, he may not want to be in class, but at least he’s going to get to see you for hours later today.

if he wasn't the ta, he’d be the first one out of class. instead, though, he stays a couple minutes to talk to the professor (he smirks a little bit when jangjun and his best friend-turned-significant other walk out the door, still holding hands) before he finally deems it polite to say goodbye and rush out of the lecture hall to his dorm so he can get changed.

he’s breathless when he walks out of the flower shop to meet you just an hour later, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hands. despite the fact that you two have been dating for months already, he still turns shy when you accept the flowers, eyes sparkling in delight. your gaze only turns sweeter, lovelier when you look up from the bouquet to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around him tightly as your body presses against his.

“i missed you,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you as close as he can.

you laugh. “we saw each other yesterday, daeyeol.”

his name still sounds like honey from your lips. “yeah, but that was still too long.”

again you laugh, pulling away. before he can complain, your hand slips into his, automatically tangling your fingers together. “you’re so cheesy,” you announce as though you haven’t said the same thing a million times over the course of the last few months. “i love it. anyway, should we go?”

daeyeol smiles, squeezing your hand. “of course. come on.”

4. “valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.” / “what’s that in your hands?” / “none of your business.”

jibeom isn’t anti-valentine’s day, not exactly. it’s just that he doesn’t entirely care for the way capitalism has decided to commercialize love through chocolates and teddy bears when a handwritten card would mean more to him than the most expensive candies in the world.

which is why he teases daeyeol when the older boy comes into the flower shop where he works part time, even as he wraps up the bouquet of pink and red roses. “still a slave to capitalism, i see.”

daeyeol just snorts. “you think i didn’t see the flower crown you were making when i walked in?”

“yeah, well, i made it. i didn’t buy it.” jibeom ties the last ribbon in a large bow. “i’m not going to be a slave to the machinery of this shitty economic system. valentine’s day is just a ploy to make people buy heart-shaped stuff.”

“what’s that in your hands?”

jibeom shoves a heart-shaped box of chocolate under the counter. “none of your business.”

"yeah, right.” daeyeol snorts, taking the bouquet of flowers. “well, enjoy your date later. hope y/n likes the chocolates.”

jibeom sniffs. “you enjoy yours.”

with that, daeyeol walks out to meet his partner. jibeom averts his eyes (it’s so weird seeing someone he thinks of as his older brother kissing or hugging something else, even if it’s sweet), but then the door opens again and a wide smile spreads across jibeom’s face when you walk into the shop.

“your shift is over,” you announce, hopping on a nearby stool so you can lean your elbows on the counter. “time to go!”

“y/n, for the last time, i can’t just end my shift when i want to,” jibeom says. he’s still smiling, though - he knows you don’t mean it, knows that you’ll just hang around and bother him until his shift is actually over and the two of you can go to whatever reservation you made this year.

you groan. “come on, that’s no fun.”

jibeom snorts. “here, maybe this will keep you busy.” he hands you the chocolate he bought early that morning from a dead-eyed jaehyun (thank god for the flowers his partner brought him at the start of his shift or he probably would’ve keeled over at that point). “happy valentine’s day.”

with a delighted screech, you tear into the box. jibeom watches in amusement. “i thought you didn’t like participating in the valentine’s day capitalist commercialization of love?” you ask, mouth full.

“i don’t.” jibeom shrugs. “but if it’s for you...”

he doesn’t get to finish before you yank him down by the neck of his shirt to press a full kiss to his lips. “jibeom, i love you more than you can imagine,” you declare when you finally pull away.

you look beautiful, lips slightly swollen, eyes sparkling. jibeom lifts the finished flower crown from behind the counter and puts it on your head. “there. perfect.”

“hm?” you look up, smiling when you realize what he’s given you.

“you looked beautiful before,” jibeom explains. “but now you look even more perfect.”

“are you saying that because of your flower crown, i look nicer?” you frown in mock disapproval. “jibeom, that’s awfully egocentric.”

“well, am i wrong?”

your frown splits into a wide grin as you shake your head. “no, not at all.” you squeeze his hand. “anything from you makes me feel beautiful, no matter what it is.”

21. “for me?”

“don’t mind them, jibeom and his partner won’t suck face too much.” the worker rolls his eyes as he walks forward, leading joochan further into the store. “you said roses, right? red roses?”

“yeah.” joochan takes a deep breath, trying to stop himself from screaming internally. “red roses.”

but even as the worker - seungmin, his name tag says - leads him to a selection of deep red flowers, joochan’s starting to second guess himself. what if flowers come off too strong, roses no less? it’s only the first date - and by god, he’s lucky you even accepted, you’re the wittiest and most amazing person he’s ever come across, he never imagined you would actually say yes - and joochan has no idea what to do, how to act, least of all with flowers.

dimly, joochan becomes aware of seungmin deftly tying the roses together before handing him the bouquet. “come up to the front, you’ll pay there.” he snorts. “hopefully jibeom and his partner aren’t being idiots.”

“i heard that!” comes an indignant shout from the front. despite his nerves, even joochan cracks a smile when seungmin forcefully elbows jibeom out from behind the counter, forcing his partner to stop him from falling over. “yeah you heard that, you think i would’ve said it if i didn’t want you to hear?” seungmin snaps, fingers flying on the register. “that’ll be -”

“joochan?!”

what.

what the fuck.

joochan spins on his heel to see you standing not three feet away from him, a bouquet of flowers clasped in your own hands as someone else rings up your purchase. for a moment, you two only stare at each other.

god, joochan wants to melt into the floor.

“i -” you swallow. “sorry. hi, joochan.”

“hi,” he squeaks, fingers clutching roses in a vice grip. “uh... didn’t expect to see you here?”

“i wanted to get flowers for you,” you mumble, staring resolutely at the ground.

joochan’s brain makes the windows shutting down noise. “for - for me?”

“yeah.” you half-smile, laughing a little as you point at your bouquet. joochan wants to immortalize the sound of your laugh forever in his ears. “wait - here.”

suddenly, joochan has two bunches of roses in his hands and he doesn’t know what to do with either of them. your fingers brush his skin as you hand over the flowers. joochan can feel himself getting redder by the second as he finally figures out that he should also hand over his bouquet to you.

seungmin’s voice stops him. “you still need to pay,” he says, eyes screwed almost shut with suppressed laughter.

“oh - right. sorry.” joochan hands his card over, face flaming. seungmin swipes it, gives it back, and joochan finally passes his roses to you.

for another two seconds, you two just stare, but then you smile (and joochan subsequently feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears, you’re too amazing to look at). “shall we?”

you’ve extended a hand. joochan looks at it dumbly, uncomprehending, but then he realizes you’re asking to hold his hand. gingerly he nods, pressing his palm into yours as an involuntary smile splits his face. “okay,” he breathes. “let’s go.”

25. “i love you.”

“that was... something.” you turn to seungmin, second-hand embarrassment written all over your face. understandable. even if seungmin found it funny, the awkward romantic tension in the air before joochan and his partner left was enough to make his insides curdle. of course, being a perfect worker, he didn’t show it, but...

“were we ever like that?” seungmin wonders aloud, tightening his apron.

jibeom snorts from where he’s taking off his own apron, finished with his shift. lucky bastard. “no, but you’re worse.” he pulls off the green smock, hanging it on a nail in the back. “you’ve been in love since you were like, five. disgustingly mushy.”

“you two suck face in the back whenever you have a spare moment,” you snap, throwing a small handful of discarded leaves at them.

jibeom’s partner shrugs. “better than being overly romantic and making everyone want to puke on how adorable you two are.” they wave as jibeom drags them out of the shop and down the street.

you sigh. “sucks that we got the full shift,” you mumble, slumping over the counter. “wish we were doing something better.”

“hey, we get to avoid the crowds tomorrow when we go for our late valentine’s day dinner.” seungmin sits next to you, pulling a bit of leaf out of your hair. “isn’t that better?”

“yeah.” you sit up, leaning against your elbow to smile at him. even after so many years together, the sparkle in your eyes still makes seungmin’s heart flutter. “kinda works out. i just don’t want to work.”

“lazy,” seungmin teases, kissing you briefly.

despite the insult, you smile against his lips before pulling away. “asshole.”

“hey,” he whines. “an asshole wouldn’t do this, would they?” he picks up a discarded rose - still perfect, really, the stem just got snapped a little too short for a bouquet - and tucks it behind your ear. “would they?”

you laugh. “no, of course not.” you rise from your seat and glance from side to side. when nobody enters the shop, you wrap your arms around his neck. seungmin’s hands automatically loop your waist as you kiss him long, full, deep.

“i love you,” you murmur against his lips. “i love you every day, regardless of whether or not it’s valentine’s day.”

“same here.” seungmin raises a hand, cups your cheek. you lean into his touch. “i love you too, y/n.”

3. “what, no roses?”

when sungyoon walks into the flower shop, a tray of coffee in hand, to see two of his friends locking lips just behind the counter, he only sighs. at least they aren’t trying to eat each other’s faces like some other couples he saw in the cafe today. and not much could be worse than that one time daeyeol forgot to hang a sock on the door before sungyoon got back home.

seungmin and his partner of well over five years (they’re cute. disgustingly cute and so in love it makes sungyoon want to retch sometimes) break apart, thankfully, when he puts two cups of coffee on the counter. “enjoy,” he deadpans to a nonplussed seungmin and his equally unbothered partner.

"oh, thanks.” seungmin takes one, draining half of it in one go. “oh my god, this is so good.”

“of course, it is, sungyoon made it.”

sungyoon nearly jumps. how is it that you always manage to sneak up on him? he can’t figure it out. but even though his heart is pounding, he turns around with a smile on his face to catch you when launch yourself into his arms for a hug. “hey, sungyoon,” you murmur into his skin.

“hey, yourself.” he smiles, pulling away to take you in. “you look beautiful.” as always.

“you don’t look too bad yourself,” you tease, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind your back, smiling widely. “for you.”

sungyoon smiles, taking the delicate stems between his hands. “what, no roses?”

“nope,” you reply, popping the p. “our shop ran out. and i’m not about to buy from my competitors.”

a scoff sounds as sungyoon laughs. you narrow your eyes at seungmin and his partner, who are both replying to your gaze with mock glares of their own. it actually used to be a real point of contention, the fact that sungyoon had started dating a worker at the rival florist a few streets away, but now it’s all fun and games.

tulips and carnations, pink and red, fragrant and delicate. sungyoon breathes in their scent before turning back to the counter to hand you one of the last two cups of coffee in the tray. “your favorite.”

“thanks.” you take a long sip before leaning in to kiss him with coffee-tasting lips. “ready to go?”

“absolutely.” he takes your hand, squeezing your palm gently. “come on. we’ve got a long evening planned, don’t we?”

11. “it’s so cold! why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?!”

bomin collapses on the floor as the music turns off for the last time that evening. “oh my god,” he gasps, staring at the ceiling. “y/n, i literally hate you.”

“not my fault you aren’t flexible enough,” you snip, effortlessly folding your legs as you sit down next to his prone figure. “now get up. i got you coffee from that place you like.”

in a flash, he’s sitting, making grabby hands for the cup between your fingers. “did sungyoon make it?”

“yes.” you roll your eyes but hand him the coffee anyway, smiling. “sometimes i think you love him more than me, you know?”

“impossible.” bomin pouts at you over the cup. “i love you more than anything.”

“i know, i’m just teasing.” you stand, reach out a hand, and pull him up. “gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“i just danced for an entire hour and on our anniversary no less, valentine’s day, the most romantic day of the year -”

“yeah, yeah.” you nudge him with your shoulder as you two leave the studio. “you’re the one who told me to make sure you do your stretching exercises every day, right? valentine’s day is no exception. we did so much earlier in the day, too - you can’t say we didn’t have fun.” a smirk rises on your lips and you nudge him again. “besides, whose fault is it that our anniversary is on the cheesiest day of the year?”

bomin groans as the two of you walk out into cold air. “listen, daeyeol and everyone else was giving me extremely bad advice and i couldn’t wait and i just wanted it to be romantic, okay -”

“i know.” you pause in your step, reach up, and press a soft kiss on his lips. “i know, bomin. you’ve told me this before.”

“then don’t tease me,” he grumbles, dodging donghyun and youngtaek as they run, screaming about cold, into the dance studios where it’s warmer. “it’s so cold,” he continues grumbling, burrowing his head into his coat. “why can’t valentine’s day be in summer?”

a laugh sparkles from your lips, and against his grumpy will, bomin finds the corners of his mouth lifting at the sound. “can’t exactly control when a saint dies,” you reply, linking your arm with his. “and isn’t it kind of sweet? holding hands to keep each other warm?”

bomin sighs, allowing the smile to full spread across his face. “i guess,” he concedes, unlinking your arms so he can hold your hand in his. “still doesn’t mean i don’t want to get back to the dorms and cuddle you right now.”

“well, the faster you go, the faster we get back!” you fling his hand away, sprinting forward onto the path. “last one back is the bigger idiot!”

“hey!” bomin complains, trying to follow behind on legs still shaky from exercise. “hey, slow down!”

“hell no!” you yell. “running fast will get you warm!”

(bomin does catch up to you in the end, grabbing your hand just outside the dorm and spinning you around to press a laughing kiss against your lips. he’s warm, now, warm from the exercise, but he feels far warmer from the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.)

5. “30 roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

at first, donghyun doesn’t notice when you appear in the dance studio. you come in quietly, the noise of the door opening and closing overpowered by the music blasting from the speaker in the corner. he’s too focused on youngtaek and his partner, making sure every one of their movements is perfectly in sync.

when the music fades, clapping sounds and donghyun turns to see you standing just inside the studio, smiling behind a large bouquet of roses. he can’t help the grin that spreads across his face as he bounds up to you and crushes you in a sweaty hug. “hi.”

“hello to you too, sweaty.” you push him away playfully. “don’t crush the roses!”

donghyun pouts but obediently wipes his face off on a towel youngtaek hands him. “you value the roses over me,” he whines.

“not so.” you laugh. “i value the roses because they’re for you, and when i actually hand them over, i want them to still look nice.”

donghyun melts into the wooden studio floor. he really does. youngtaek takes advantage of his whipped™ moment and shoves him out the door with his belongings, leaving you to follow behind as fast as possible before you’re trapped in the studio.

once outside, you take donghyun’s (now dry) hand. “flowers for donghyun,” you announce, pressing the bouquet into his other palm. “thirty roses, one for every cat you’re gonna have when you’re old and alone.”

“old and alone?” donghyun stops in his tracks. “what about you?”

“oh shit.” you laugh. “i didn’t think about that. i’ll be there with you, of course. just us and our thirty cats. unless you get tired of me before then.”

you say it with a joking tone, but donghyun still pouts at your words. “i’m not going to get tired of you,” he says, squeezing your hand tighter. “never, y/n.”

a small, shy smile spreads across your lips and donghyun revels in the feeling of making you feel flustered on this lovely day. “all right, donghyun.” the smile grows wider. “i could never get tired of you either.”

he kisses your cheek, kisses the corner of your lips. you start whining for him to give you a real kiss and he laughs, dancing out of the way. “only if you promise not to say stuff like that anymore,” he bargains, dodging your lips. “promise!”

“i promise!” you trap him between your arms, leaning in close as your eyes sparkle. “i promise, donghyun.”

“okay,” he breathes, pulling you closer. “okay.”

against your lips, he smiles.

2. “happy valentine’s day.”

music blasts in the background as you and youngtaek begin cleaning up your studio. even though you both are exhausted from hours of dancing, the music seems to work its way into your veins again as you pick up the last few things from the floor. twirling once or twice in time to the beat, you put them back in your bag before spinning, arms held out wide.

youngtaek catches you, pulling your hand as it flies out and dipping you down. his eyes crinkle as he smiles, face just inches away from yours. he braves the small chasm to kiss you briefly before holding you closer, losing himself in the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

for a few blissful moments, you only stare, smiling into each other’s eyes. the pounding music fades, soon replaced with a slow, soft song.

youngtaek breaks your silence. “hey, dance with me?”

you laugh. “we’ve been dancing for hours, youngtaek. you’re not tired already?”

he kisses you again. “never tired if i’m with you.”

with that, you twirl him around, giggling as he spins dramatically before wrapping his arms around your waist once more. you put your hands on his shoulders and sway slowly, gently, peacefully, as the music rolls around you in waves.

youngtaek likes it like this, likes it peaceful and quiet and calm. for others, valentine’s day might be about big displays of love, over the top shows of romance, but even though those are nice every once in a while, it’s possible to show so much love in a soft look, a gentle touch, in the feeling of his head resting against your shoulder as you sway gently to the music.

he doesn’t need roses, doesn’t need chocolates or jewelry to know that you love him and he loves you. he’ll treasure the handmade card you gave him this morning, just as you’ll listen to the song he composed you for weeks, months, and hopefully years. head tucked into your neck, he presses a soft kiss to the skin, smiling at the way you shiver slightly against him.

“tired?” you murmur, running a hand through his hair.

youngtaek’s eyes close in bliss. “not yet.” it’s not quite a lie, he still has strength in his legs, but he wants to stay in your embrace just a little longer. just a little.

“if you say so.” your fingers continue carding through his hair. “we can go whenever you want.”

“okay.” youngtaek’s smile widens. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, youngtaek.” you pull away slightly, kiss his forehead. “happy valentine’s day.”

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