#chaptered yuta nakamoto

[yutahoes]

Polarity

Chapter Twelve

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characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 4.6k words

chapter genre: smut, fluff, angst

chapter warning: oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, loss of virginity, language, blood, mentions of death, making-out, lots of kissing, knife, lots of blood

a/n: Terribly sorry for the late update. I don't know what to do with the story and it has been a really down season for me. I am so sorry. Please accept my apology. 😭🙏

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“Yes!”

“Yes! Yuta." 

You screamed, fingers tightly clasping the bedsheet as your body shook in its orgasm for the third time tonight. “That’s so good.” His tongue kept on lapping you up, sucking the juices you released from your core in the dirtiest way possible. 

When he said that he won’t be letting you walk for weeks, he did mean it. 

In just two days, you saw how the wound healed as if he put something magical on it. There are even traces of blood left on the floor of his receiving area but the wound on his waist is completely gone. And who were you to decline when he asked you to come and see him in the penthouse? Your outfit was sexy, the red lace lingerie feeling uncomfortable but you still wore it for him. Imagine your disappointment when he just removed it from you. 

But that was quickly replaced with pleasure that you never thought you would feel again. You are so wet and you feel sticky with your juice and sweat combined yet Yuta was indulging you like you’re the first meal he had for days. It feels surreal. You never thought sex would be this good. But maybe it’s because it’s with Yuta. Maybe because it’s with a person you love. Will every day be like this in the future?    

His question - statement, rather - from before haunted you. This will happen a lot if you marry Yuta. The sexual encounters, all the kisses, the hugging, and the assurance that someone cares for you and loves you. It was all good things. But are you willing to sacrifice your safety for him? Are you willing to wait for his call whenever he’s away just to know if he’s alive? Are you willing to risk your life in danger just to be called a mafia boss’ wife? 

All the thoughts in your head distracted you from the actual thing you were doing. You didn’t realize Yuta had already taken off his pants if not for his question, “Do you really want to do it?” It’s scary but how will you know if you don’t try? “I love you,” Yuta whispered, leaning in so that your bodies are closer to each other. His fingers thread on your fingers as he places soft kisses on your lips. “Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” You nodded, bracing yourself for an excruciating pain that they always associate with first-time sex.  

You closed your eyes, feeling the tip of his cock enter you. Your fingers clenched too tight on his as a breathy moan escaped your lips. It isn’t as painful as you thought it would be but it’s a little uncomfortable. A feeling of something foreign entering you. “Are you alright?” He whispered and you hummed in response. This isn’t just his fingers or tongue anymore. Your virginity is really already taken by Yuta Nakamoto.  

The man you used to have erotic dreams with. The man who you fantasize about for so long. The man who makes your heart beat and drop in your chest. It probably doesn’t hurt because you trust him. Because you also want this, so bad.  

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. “I love you,” He whispered. The man who you love saying the same words you wanted to tell him. “I love you so much,” He repeated. "Can I move?" You nodded, nuzzling your face on his neck as he kept his thrusts steady. He pushed into you slow and deep that you can feel him filling you up. 

Sophie said it will hurt but you didn't even feel any pain or discomfort. Is it normal to feel this pleasurable even if it's your first time? His lips release curses as if it's prayers, whispering your name and how amazing you feel that made you embarrassed. He kept on jerking inside you, deep each time he pushed in. Your fingers claw the bedsheet when you feel that familiar knotting in your stomach. 

The fourth time tonight. Something might be wrong with you. 

"Yuta," you called, breathing against his ear. "Yuta." You can feel your insides clenching on him as he slows down his actions, groans escaping his lips. Sweat beads appeared on his forehead and along his bare body that deemed it impossible to claw his skin. 

Your senses were overwhelmed: the contrast of his warm body and cold sweat on your fingertips, the scent of his sweat, the low moans he kept muttering, the taste of his lips as he kissed you softly, and the image of his scrunched eyebrows. When you let go of the orgasm, you only felt him deeper - if that was even possible.

"Fuck," he cursed before pulling out of you, letting the cum mess up the bedsheet. "That was so good," he whispered, breathlessly as he leaned closer to you. You answered with a hum, it is. "Did you come?" You were startled at the question. Why does he have to ask that? "Did you at least enjoy it?" 

"I did," you claimed while giggling. "I think I enjoyed it too much." 

He gave a breath of relief, “I thought I’m the only one who liked it. I’m scared I might be pushing you too much.” How can Yuta be this adorable? This is way different than his image of being a ruthless mafia boss. Who would have thought that the mafia boss is such a gentle lover? “I’ll prepare the bath so we can clean up.” 

He stood by the edge of the bed in his naked glory. The lights from outside the window illuminated his immaculate silhouette. 

He looks like a God. 

How in the world did you manage to be in the presence of a God? “Yuta, wait.” A God-like man who was staring at you with his large, sparkling, brown eyes. “About your question,” He sat on the edge of the bed, facing you. “I’m sorry if I can’t give you a proper response. I feel like everything is just so fast.” 

Yuta shook his head, smiling warmly. “I’m sorry,” He whispered that made you wide-eyed. Why is he apologizing to you? “I’m sorry for putting you under pressure with that question. I was impulsive.” He held your cheek. “You don’t have to give me an answer right away but please know that my intentions to you are clear.” He held your hand, kissing the back of your palm. “I want to be with you. I want to marry you.” He then kissed your palm. 

The warmth of his lips and the intimacy of what he was doing made your heart crazily beat inside your chest. “This isn’t just a short-term fling or sexual attraction so if I make you uncomfortable with all of this…”   

You smiled before placing a finger on his lips, “I feel fine. I’m not that fragile, you know.” Yuta grinned, kissing your finger. “And I enjoyed it.” A giggle escaped your lips, you sounded like a whore. 

“Then Y/N,” Yuta started, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles. “Can I ask you to be my girlfriend, officially?” 

Your smile was wide, heart thumping crazy hard in your chest. You feel like dying. But this is an amazing way to die. “I thought you'd never ask.” The way he hugged you, tight in his arms, felt so right. 

You didn’t know being a mafia boss’ girlfriend would make you this ecstatic. 

And it didn’t disappoint. 

Although Yuta isn’t always around - for some of his dealings abroad or talks with other mafia group leaders - he never once made you feel lonely. He would always send you gifts or even send Mark to get you flowers from the shop you work in. Whenever you meet though, he would bring you to lavish private restaurants and spoil you endlessly in posh boutiques. 

Whenever time is limited, he would just borrow you as a break and hug you in his car. His strong hands caress your back as his lips send butterfly kisses on your neck. You can feel him getting hard from the way you were seated on his lap but Yuta would never push you to anything. “I want to make love to you,” he would often say in his breathy voice. “I want you shaking under me, not give you some sloppy sex in the backseat of the car.” 

But you’re fine either way 

“Let me anticipate that moment, love. I want the waiting to be all worth it.” You grinned. You wanted to swoon at his words. 

Dating a mafia boss isn’t that bad. 

—---

“Do you have work today?” You muttered a soft no followed by the reason that Sophie is out of the country and she asked you not to open the flower shop so she can relax. It was a funny reason but you bought it. It was your chance to relax. Now, you’re just bored at home. “Good. I’ll ask Mark to pick you up.” 

“Are we going somewhere?” You transferred the phone to your other ear, entering your room to fix your things. Should you wear something comfortable today? Do you have to pack some clothes?

“No,” he answered which made you stop. “I’m at home and I’m leaving for Italy later tonight.” Oh. Another trip. Another limited time for the two of you. “I want to hug you.” You smiled. He’s totally swoon-worthy. 

It wasn't even half an hour when Mark was already knocking on your door. He’s wearing his glasses once again, a boyish charm exuding from the younger guy.  Yuta supplied that Mark doesn’t know the penthouse so you weren’t surprised when he drove you to the mansion. “Is Momo home?” You asked but he shook his head, claiming that she was at school. You didn’t know Momo goes to school. “I’ll pick her up later but I don’t think hyung will let you come.” 

“Why not?” You were disappointed, you wanted to see Momo in her school uniform. 

“Hyung is spending time with you. And it’s his rule not to bother that time with you.” Wait, there’s a rule about that? Yuta and his rules. 

“Yuta and I can pick up Momo from school.” 

Mark shook his head, “That’s dangerous.” Of course. Although you’ve seen Yuta with Momo often, the only time you saw them together publicly is at the amusement park. And it was a painful memory that no one wants to happen again. Maybe that’s why he’s cautious about them going outside. About you, being seen outside with him. 

“Mark, how long have you known Yuta?” It was a question bugging your mind. Yuta did call Mark his left-hand man and knowing the history of their relationship,  you wondered how a man as quiet as Mark would get involved in the mafia in the first place. 

There was a faint smile on his lips, “I grew up knowing him.” Really? That long? “My sister and his brother are childhood friends.” Oh. And maybe, that’s how they fell in love. 

“Then you must have known his parents?” 

He nodded. “Everyone knows his parents.” You pouted, you don’t. “His dad is a true mafia boss, scary and strict. His mom is the opposite,” The side of your lips curled up which turned into a frown when he continued, “She’s always sick. Always in and out of the hospital.” Cancer. You heard that from Mama. How his mother died in the hospital without her husband. 

“How about his brother?” 

“Hyung’s brother is like their father. It isn’t a surprise that when the elder retired, he handed the mafia group to him.” You nodded. If he’s still alive, the mafia group wouldn’t even be like this. Lexi might be right, it all changed when Yuta took over. “Did Yuta hyung say something about the future of the Nakamoto group?” Mark asked as he swerved to the left to enter the pathway where the mansion is. “He hates being the boss but he has to do it for the sake of the young lady. I’m scared their hard-earned group would just crumble once he decided to step down as a mafia boss.” 

You didn’t know that Yuta’s position is that serious. That the consequences of his actions would greatly affect the future of their group. Is this relationship with him alright? You don’t want to cause harm to the group his father worked hard for. 

Mark knocked on the huge doors that you remembered as the study room and Yuta’s voice could be heard inside, telling you to go inside. You wanted to be astounded at the cleanliness of the room and how it seemed unchanged since you last came here but were more surprised with Yuta sitting behind the table, a laptop screen in front of him. His hair was back to its natural color and he was wearing square-framed eyeglasses. A light pink sweater completed his look. You never thought that he would look so boyish like this. But it was a first seeing Yuta wearing light-colored clothes.  

The younger guy behind you excused himself to pick up the younger lady which made Yuta look up from the screen. 

His eyes never left you, smiling widely while ushering you to come closer. Once at arm's length, he reached up to hug you and pull you on his lap. “I miss you,” He kissed your lips, sucking the bottom lip before nuzzling his nose on the side of your neck. “I’m now relaxed because you’re here.” 

You glanced at all the papers he was reading and the Excel file opened on his laptop. “What are you doing?” 

“Inventory,” He claimed, removing his glasses. “Expenses here in the house. The men’s salaries.” He had to do those things? “I have to arrange all of these before I leave.” You didn’t know he had to do these. Why is a mafia boss’ work so difficult? You thought all they do is kill people but he, the boss, had to take care of his members as well. Like a company. 

No wonder Yuta hates being the boss. 

“Yuta,” You called, arms wrapping around his neck as his hands rested on your waist. “If Momo grows up, are you going to drop all of these?”

He let out an airy chuckle, “That’s a long time.” It is. But that is his only option, isn’t it? “I’m waiting for Mark.” Mark? Momo’s uncle? His left-hand man? The boyish Mark? “Once Mark finishes his training and develops the skills to be in the mafia, I’ll drop everything and let him take over.” 

“Will that be alright?” You gave him a confused look. “He isn’t a Nakamoto.” Since the mafia group is like a company, shouldn’t he be handing it to a blood relative? 

His hand rested on your lap, “Y/N,” he called. “I don’t want our children to be involved in this business.” Our children? Your eyes widened at that phrase. He’s referring to the children of the future, right? Not your children? “I don't want to put our future family in danger.” 

You gasped. Our future family. He really is talking about your future children. Is he already thinking that far out ahead to the future?

Or is it even that far? 

"You’re thinking deeply. Don’t be bothered by that.” Yuta started with a smile, hand caressing your lap. “I told you I will wait.” He wrapped you in a hug, head nuzzling on the valley of your breasts. “Let's just enjoy the two of us for now.”   

Your fingers thread on his now dark hair, smiling at how he was acting like a young kid while hugging you. “Since we’re on the topic, how many children do you want?” You didn’t know why you asked that but you felt that it was inevitable. He already had a set idea of what he wanted in the future so you’re sure that he had an ideal number of kids. 

“I don’t have any say on that, do I?” You raised an eyebrow, what does he mean by that? “You’re the one giving birth. How many kids do you want?”

A wide smile escaped your lips. He is really swoon-worthy. A husband material. “Preferably a boy and a girl.”  

He kissed your cheek, grinning wide. “I hope they both look like you.” No way, Yuta is way prettier than you are. 

During dinner, you saw how Yuta interacted with Momo in the most patient way possible. He listened to all the younger girl’s stories, reacting in a way that a friend does. He even knows the names of her classmates that startled you. Yuta isn’t so bad with kids, you thought. He’s not just a husband material, but also a father material. 

You didn’t know if it would be possible to have a baby fever just by that simple conversation. You wanted to pull his hand resting on your thigh upwards to touch you in your intimate area. You wanted him to pleasure you in bed and bear his child. 

But good things will come to an end. And you felt like being showered with cold icy water when he walked you to your apartment unit. He did say that he’s leaving for Italy but you didn’t expect that it would be too soon. 

“When are you coming back?” You asked, standing in front of him while opening the door with your keys. 

Yuta only shrugged before pulling you closer with a hug. His hold on you was tight, arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. He breathed heavily as if taking in your scent. “I’ll call you…” You only nodded in response before he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips, a needy kiss that would obviously leave you wanting for more. 

“...if I’m alive.” 

It was a statement you always hated. But it was also the statement that kept you clinging on to the tiny hope that you’ll see each other again. You didn’t know what danger awaits him in another country and you don’t want to think about it. You weren’t a religious person. When your mom died, you refused to believe in the almighty being. But there’s no one who can save Yuta from this but he, himself, and God. 

Is this how a mafia boss’ wife feels? Is this what Mama is worried about when she said that she’s not fit to be the mafia’s wife? Is that why all you can see in the church are old ladies who looked sophisticated with their diamonds and pearls? Are they a mafia boss’ wife? Praying for the safety of their husbands?

Are you really ready for this type of life? 

Since Sophie is still out of the country, you went to the next person you’re comfortable talking about your relationship with Yuta. Mama. She had experience in this area and she gave you great insight the last time you talked to her. Maybe the thoughts in your head can clear up with her help. 

The tea she prepared seemed to calm you down instantly and Lexi, who doesn’t seem to be busy that night, even came to hang out with you. Weirdly, you’re on talking terms with her now. With Aeri with Sophie abroad, you talk with Lexi a lot more than the other waitresses who you used to work with. She kept on gushing about how lucky you are and how good Yuta is to you. How you shouldn’t let that man go because someone like you wouldn’t even get a man like him in the future. It seemed like a negative statement but somehow, it was true. You are lucky to be in Yuta’s presence. 

The conversation about how great your boyfriend was in bed stopped when a certain girl appeared in the doorway. You lightly glanced at Mama who looked surprised and Lexi who rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Kyoko," Mama called, standing up to welcome the visitor. "I didn't know you were coming." 

Lexi, in her annoyed state, stood up and then took your hand. "Y/N and I are going out."   

"I want you to stay," Kyoko claimed, then continued in a low tone, "Bitch."

"Kyoko, please don't make a scene here," Mama claimed in a gentle tone. 

"A scene?" She shouted, "She's the one who ruined my party." But you didn't do anything to her at that time. It was she who dropped herself on the wet floor of the bathroom. "She's the one who ruined my relationship with Yuta." Lexi's grip on your arm was tighter and you were suddenly worried that she might do something she'll eventually regret. 

Kyoko still loves Yuta and somewhat you feel bad for her. Yet it isn't your fault that you chose Yuta and he chose you. "As if there's a relationship, to begin with," Lexi started. "You gold-digging bitch."

You both stepped back when Kyoko took out a small knife from her pocket, pointing it at the two of you. "Yuta loves me. Stop being delusional." She kept swinging the knife in your direction. "He belongs to me only."

"Kyoko," Mama called in her calm tone. You admired how she didn't seem afraid at the sight of the pocket knife. "Stop this, please. You might hurt them. You might hurt yourself."

She jerked the knife in your direction and you both almost jumped at the action. "Mama." The tears fell from her eyes. She must have been in deep pain to feel like this. "Yuta is mine. He loves me." The pocket knife dropped to the ground with a loud clang. "He promised to be with me." You suddenly felt guilty at her outburst. 

Kyoko and Yuta clearly have a history together. You don't know how long it was or how deep it got. You don't even know what exactly happened between them but if you were in Kyoko's shoes, you might feel the same way. She's just a woman in love. 

Mama sat down beside her, caressing her hair in a comforting way. "I know," You feel guiltier now. "But Yuta chose Y/N. It's his own feelings."

She smashed a glass, loud noise echoing in the small room. Her actions were fast as she managed to hurt Mama's face with a large glass shard. She's crazy. You were scared when she started pointing the glass to the older's chest. "Stop pretending that you know Yuta. He's mine. Only mine." 

Your mind was blank but you only felt your hands holding something in your hand before throwing it. A loud scream can be heard followed by a sight of blood. The glass shard fell on the floor, creating a shattering sound that got you back to your senses.

The pocket knife that was once on the ground is now piercing through Kyoko's hand. 

The girl on the floor was crying, louder than what she did earlier. You hurt her. You hurt Yuta's first love. What the hell did you do? 

----

You bite your thumb, freaking out in the hospital hallways. Lexi kept on comforting you, assuring you that it was alright and she would do the same. But it isn't even right. You hurt someone. 

Your head was clouded. Why did you do that? Why throw the pocket knife at her hand? You don't have any right to hurt someone. What if you get in trouble because of this? Her fiance was a member of a mafia group. What if he gets back at you for hurting Kyoko? Will he hurt you? Worse, will he kill you? 

You were surprised when Jaehyun turned the corner, wearing his white lab coat. When was the last time you saw him? You actually forgot that he works in this hospital. But your heart dropped in your chest seeing the man behind him. He wore a white shirt and wide-legged pants, a bright blue jacket making him shine. 

You thought he was in Italy. 

What is Yuta doing here? 

He and Jaehyun looked surprised seeing you seated outside the hospital room but they entered the room where Kyoko was without even stopping for you. "Is Yuta here for Kyoko?" Lexi asked and you shrugged. 

You didn't know he was back in the country. And you were so scared that you didn't say anything to him. But what exactly is he doing here? For Kyoko? Did she call him? 

Then maybe Yuta does still care about her. 

You wanted to get inside the room but you were so scared of what was happening. Obviously, Kyoko is pissed off. And you don't want to piss her off anymore. But the curiosity of why Yuta is here is killing you. 

It felt like hours that you were outside the hospital room. You kept on bouncing your knee, nervousness engulfed you. What if Yuta is angry at what you did? You just defied the first rule of the Nakamoto group. You'll be in great trouble. 

You heard the door open and you quickly whipped your head to the source of the sound. Yuta and Mama were both talking to each other in a hushed tone, a few feet away from you. You didn't hear their conversation but it looked so serious that when they both gazed your way, you looked down to the tiled floor. Yuta looks so serious. He might be mad. It's scaring you. 

Footsteps can be heard coming your way and your knees only shake in nervousness. "Y/N," he called but you refused to look up at him. What if he's mad at you? You only saw him kneeling in front of you, peeking at your eyes view. There was worry in his eyes, "Are you hurt?" 

He shouldn't be asking that. He shouldn't be worried about you. He should worry about Kyoko. You shook your head and he gave a relieved sigh. "I'm surprised seeing you here, I thought she also hurt you." 

"It was me who hurt her," Your voice broke, a lump wanting to escape from your throat. "I broke your number one rule. I hurt Kyoko, I hurt your first love." 

He reached out to hold your cheeks, wiping the tears you didn't know fell down. "You did what you had to do. You protected Mama from her." He pulled you in for a hug that you're now both kneeling in the hospital hallways. "I'm proud of you for what you did." You kept on shaking your head. He shouldn't. That isn't what he should say to you. It's better that he's mad at you. He shouldn't tolerate these actions from you. 

What if you get used to this and actually kill someone? 

He was holding your hand, waiting for you to calm down. Lexi shared some of the stories that you knew he already heard from Mama. When the older woman came out of the door, announcing that Kyoko wants to see Yuta, your hold on his hand got tighter. "I'll stay here until Mr. Ling comes back from Hong Kong, Jaehyun already called for him." You nodded. They should have called him first but it was Yuta who shared that he was the emergency contact of Kyoko. "I'll ask Mark to drive you and Lexi back." Once again, you nodded. It's an excuse to leave this suffocating place. And you don't want to be here when Kyoko's fiance comes. "Will you be alright?" 

You should be alright. For the third time, you nodded quietly then stood up ready to leave. You have to get out of this place quickly. 

Yuta held your hand, stopping you from moving. His chocolate eyes were warm as they stare at you. A mixture of worry and nervousness flashed in his warm gaze. “Y/N,” he called before hugging you once again. “Love,” he whispered as his hand caressed the back of your head, pushing you closer to him. 

“I love you.”

Chapter Thirteen

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Claiming what's mine.

Vampire Yuta Nct x Female Reader ft Mark.

Syn: Yuta had enough of your ignorance. He chose to take matter in his hands. To give you a glimpse. There is no point of delaying unless he wants you taken away by another man.

P.s: I completed my 100 followers on tumblr. I started writing on tumblr during lockdown and got carried away from tumblr for my medical studies. And,I wrote a piece after ages(actual ages!🥺). Okay,so,yeah, I love yuta so freaking much!I just got crushed over yuta so hard that it made me write for him. Omo. Enjoy.

You took your daily alley to reach your apartment faster. It was one of your daily route. The alley was never crowded, occasionally two or three people would pass by and you were one of those. You were afraid of hearing the stories of vampires running around the city. You tried not to trust them but still a chill ran down your spine thinking about the word 'vampire'. But what would if you get to see a creature flyin-

"AAAAAH!"You screamed when a man jumped out behind one of the pillars blocking your path. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Yuta Nakamoto approaching you.

You huffed in relief,"Yuta! That's you! I was so scared!" You said panting hard. He just looked at you with a vacant look. You had known yuta for almost like two years? You met him in a bakery shop where he invited you to watch his football match that evening. From that day,he had been a friend of yours whom you trusted with your life.

"You alright yuta?" You ask touching his elbow. He surely looked a bit off. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were strange. Very strange. A different Yuta than the yuta you knew as your buddy.

"Y/N..what are you doing here.. This late?" he asked staring at you. You suddenly felt uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you.

"Mark needed help so i'm returning home now?" You replied. Your coworker Mark could be so careless sometimes. You were about to say him how tiring it was for you to work up this late in his project but swallowed a lump seeing his eye changing it's color when he heard the name of Mark.

"You really don’t understand, do you? " he asked twisting the corner of his lips "Always into Mark. Mark is this, Mark is that.. Disgusting!" he spat. "We will end his chapter today,won't we?"smirked taking slow steps towards you. You instantly took a few steps back.

"Yu-yuta.. Your eyes..." you whispered staring into his now red eyes. His aura seemed so different.

He didnt respond to your words rather took another step forward and laughed,"So naive to understand that you are already claimed. " His fangs flashed under the moonlight while smirking.

You furrowed hearing his words. "wha-what are you?" You asked in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you in a blink. Light speed!

"What do you think I'm,sweetie?" he chuckled plucking one of your hair strands behind your ear.

Vampire. Your pupil dilated in fear.

You cursed yourself for befriending a random man that day.. But you thought you knew him very well... You cursed yourself again for not listening to your mom and for not bringing the stake with you.

"Your scent...." he sniffed the air. "His scent.." he growled and gripped your wrist making you winch in pain. Your fingers instinctively moving inside your bag to find the stake hoping maybe it was with you in any chance or in any miracle. Maybe you didnt leave it at home.

"Left the stake inside your house,kitty?tsk tsk.." he smirked and gripped your chin to face you towards him. He ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes travelled from your frightened eyes to your lips," I never wanted to end up claiming my little kitty like that..We need something comfortable for the night, don't we?" He chuckled seeing you close your eyes in fear. You tried to move away your face to the opposite side earning a growl.

"Don't defy me.." he whispered huskily snaking his cold arms around your waist to pull you closer. Your whole body trembled feeling his body against yours. Your body is under fire despite his cold hands wrapping around you,securing you in his charm.

"Yuta.. Please.." you murmured helplessly.

"What?You rather want Mark's body pressed up against you like that?" he asked and pinched your chin. His eyes glowing all red. His canines trying to come out and mark what was his. Only his.

"No.. Leave me please.." you managed to utter. He chuckled at your words, "Don't beg me like this darling..with those puppy eyes."

"Wha-" your words cut off when all of a sudden your back pressing up against a wall inside the alley with his body grinding against you.

"Open those damn eyes. Look straight into my eyes and tell me what do you see there." he said and pulled his face down to give a quick peck on your lips then trailing your clavicle with his tongue. You cry out in fear gripping his forearm tight,your knees wobbling. It felt so right though it was so full of wrong.

"Plea-please yuta.. Don't bi-bite"

"Ooh darling. You are meant to be bitten by me..mmmh you smell so good. Your engorging veins make me go all crazy...make me do the things which we only should do behind a closed door." Your ears turned red in embarrassment as he kept cooing into your ear like petting a child with compliments,"You're so tiny to fit into my arms,sweetie.. So tiny that I fear of breaking you into thousand ruined pieces. The pieces that I,only I,Yuta Nakamoto can repair with his fingers.."

He smirked staring into your eyes,"I know I make your knees weak like a feather,sweetie.."

"Just say you want me the way I want you. Just mutter those simple words to me,baby. Tell me you love me,you worship me,you want me,you are in need of me." he demanded pressing your arms over your head. Pinning you completely against the wall.

"I-I hate you!" You screamed, cheeks all red.

"Noo! Fucki-don't you dare little one.." he hissed showing off his fangs,aiming at your neck,"Don't tempt me on this night of full moon! You dont want me?Whom do you want?That pathetic weak Maark?"

"Are we really choosing that pathetic,weak,human shit over me?" He asked looking at you. You looked away blinking and muttered,"at least he knows how to treat a woman which you completely lack of."

"So I never treated you right in these days,hmm? Or It's just your eyes always fixated on him so much that you overlook my every attempt to reach your heart,huh?" he asked pushing his knee between your knees. Your breath hitched. You looked at him. He was looking dangerously both hot and detrimental at the same time. You whimpered in his scent when he sniffed your carotid artery,brushing your skin with his cold yet delicate lips,"answer me senorita.." he murmured placing a wet kiss over your carotid artery.

"I fucking tried to court you like a gentleman.. Letting you wander of as you please without claiming what's mine on the very first day," he paused. "And in return what I got? You returning home every single night wearing another man's scent plastered all over your body...hmm?" he said in one go with a fierce look fixed upon you.

You moaned hearing those words earning a giggle from him,"does he make you weak like this? Throbbing at every single word left my sinister lips.."

"No-nonsense.." you mumbled looking away in embarrassment and pushed him lightly. He chuckled and let go of you. He knew what exactly he was doing to you. Compelling you,seducing you to his den. Like his little prey. Cooing the prey into his den to savor it well like a real hunter.

You bit down your lips and adjust your dress which he managed to take it upwards to your thighs. You shivered feeling his intense stare at you. You gulped when you see him approaching you again.

"St-stop"

"Run,my love. Just run as fast as you can before I take you right here" he laughed brushing his hair with his hand. You gave him one last look and started running towards your home.

"Go home and take the stake with you. I want to see how this piece of wooden shit stops me from claiming what's mine." he whispered into your ear while running past you.

You stopped in your tracks. You watched him getting vanished from the alley with his inhumane speed. You sighed in frustration because you clearly knew his destination. Not other than. Your home.

You knew no matter how and wherever you ran,you would always ended up in his cage. He would be waiting for you there like a hunter.

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[epinebleue]

for him (m) | nakamoto yuta

after a year abroad, you think summer back home can’t get any better. then, a charming ginger boy catches your eye.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader (female)

genre: rich kids!au, fluff, angst, mature.

warnings: specified in each chapter.

status: ongoing

chapter index:

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11

No reposting or translations allowed.

© epinebleue 2023

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE 1 - JOHNNY SUH

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The wait for the first standalone chapter of my NCT The Eras series has finally ended! SUMMARY: Johnny and the reader have been best friends since time itself, and they've never fought, until her most recent breakup. GENRE: smut. WARNINGS: unprotected sex, angry sex, years of tension built up between Johnny and the reader, manhandling.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit

Been saying "yes" instead of "no"

I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Johnny always made it clear that he hated your boyfriends, ever since your first boyfriend in highschool. He made it clear that he hated them and that they weren't good for you, and when it turned out to be true, he was always pissed.

Johnny had only ever had one girlfriend before, in his final year of highschool, the year Nakamoto Yuta took you to prom. You weren't even sure if Johnny was going, and he asked her out the day before.

They seemed pretty happy at the dance, and they were hot and sexy at the after party; Johnny doing shots off her chest. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. Your own date was god knows where, probably off flirting with some jock or some cheerleader. The first thing he'd said to you which you didn't tell Johnny was that tonight was completely casual. It was just so neither of you would go alone.

The prom and the after party was good, but the weeks after that were not. It was Yuta who dumped you first. You'd been casually seeing each other, even though Johnny had gotten mad about the casual part. "Don't date him if he's got more than one partner," he'd said. "I don't care if he's bisexual." so, it wasn't much of a surprise when he dumped you for Mark, but it hurt. Johnny liked to solve problems with violence.

You preffered rumours, and that was when a war broke out, a week before school finished, a day after you'd both recieved acceptance letters from the same college you'd applied to - school wasn't going to stop two best friends from seeing each other.

It was the world's most horrendus and messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups. Johnny never cried, but his ego had been hurt. She'd said something to him, or about him that you never heard. He never told you what she said, but as his sobs rattled the house you knew you would kill her.

Two years later, and Johnny had stopped dating, dedicating his life to lectures and clubs at college and looking after the four-room flat that you shared in New York. You, of course, had not learned your lesson.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

Johnny rolled his eyes as you swiped left on your phone. "Seriously," he scoffed, shoving his fork into his food; crunch, crunch. You arched your eyebrow, "what, John?" it had been rocky since Monday, and you brought a blind date home. He snorted, "nothing." you gritted your teeth.

He cocked his head and smiled, "so, plans for today. Do you have another date who's going to interrupt my beauty sleep? Please tell me so I can buy noise cancelling headphones."

The phone dropped on the table almost as soon as your jaw dropped to the floor before you recovered. "Do you have a problem with my love life?" you cocked your head, crossing your arms. Johnny smirked, "yeah, because getting fucked by every guy on campus is a love life." you let out a frustrated scream.

"What the the fuck is your problem?!" you shrieked loudly. "My problem?" he yelled back, "you're the one who doesn't seem to get the intention of every guy who talks to you and then cries as if you didn't see it coming! You're fucking stupid, that's my fucking problem!"

You ignored the stinging pain of his words, using that energy to fire back something even nastier. "At least guys want to fuck me! At least I'm with guys when I'm in my room, unlike you, who probably just jerks off every day like an unexperienced virgin!"

But we were something, don't you think so?Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

And that's when you scream, because he lifts you off the chair, with a deadly strong grip and lightning fast speed. "Johnny!" you shriek as he drags you into his bedroom. "Johnny! Let me go! Let me go!" but why weren't you scared? Why were you just frustrated?

Your best friend throws you on on his bed. Chucks you. You know what's going to happen, and you can't deny you want it. But you hate him. You hate him so much. And he he hates you too. Oh, yes. You're pretty sure he's hated you ever since kindergarten.

Because, you see, it's not your boyfriends who he hates. It's you. From helping you up after you fell off the swings to being your partner in the science project to standing up for you when they bullied you to picking you first in his sports team to picking you up from a party to to taking you you out your first prom prom to teaching you how to kiss to beating up Nakamoto Yuta and ever other shitty boyfriend to throwing you on his bed he's hated you. And you've hated him. Neither of you have seen it.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

Now, as he grabs your top top with his hand and rips it off your chest and tears off his shirt and pulls down your skirt, you both know clear as day just how much you hate each other.

You know, because the tears roll down your cheeks when he kisses you, finally, finally on the lips. "I hate you," you sob into him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, down your chest, along the line of your bra. He ignores you for now, strong, muscular figure and hot, soft lips making their way down your body.

"I hate all the guys you fuck," he growls while licking a slit down your neck. "I hate all the guys that say they love you." a soft gasp escapes your mouth as he sucks on your neck. "And I hate the fact that you think I have no experience."

Ah. So, it was the ego that made him throw you on his bed. You let out a sigh as his tongue worked its way around your clothed breasts, the motion of his mouth creating stars on the ceiling. You didn't even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, or his pants falling to the floor. You couldn't even remember how to say that you hated him, just that you wanted him, just that you knew to ask him.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

In my defense, I have none

For digging up the grave another time

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

The stars got bigger and bigger as he flicked his tongue around your nipples, bra gone - when had he taken it off? The stars got bigger and your mind got smaller and soon all you could say was his name. All you could say was his name, "please Johnny please." and then it came out in a scream.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, grabbing the sheets with your left, body shifting up and down his bed, his cock now suddenly inches inside you. Big. He was so big. The tears rolled rolled down your cheeks as you bubbled his name, unable to comprehend. "Big, Johnny. Big." hiccupping his name.

All he did was grunt and breathe as he thrust his full length into you. He kissed your scream down, and it turned good. Now you were moaning and he and he was grunting, placing sloppy kisses each time he thrusted.

He couldn't help but think as the sounds left your mouth and you squirmed finally, finally how much he loved you. How much he'd always loved you. From your dreadful mornings to dreadful days, to afternoons where you cried your heart out on his shoulder. To times where he thought of you, when he was fucking her, and rightfully so, why she broke up with him. To the day where he cried because she'd called you the worst, most unthinkable thing. To the times he'd beaten up every good for nothing boyfriend, he'd loved you, forever and always, as he slowed his pace down.

"I love you," he murmured. You moaned his name, gripping his hair. "Johnny," and he'd never been scared his whole life but now he was as he released his cum inside you and you whined, "Johnny." and he was still scared as he pulled out and you woke up and smiled. "I love you too."

NCT THE ERAS MASTERLIST

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[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x Male Reader- CHAPTER 8: “Authorized For Responsibility”

Previously on TTOTB: CHAPTER 7- [Double Coronation]... "I guess, welcome to the family."

As Sana reads the words again and realized that Yuta himself gave that scarf to her, that only confirms one thing. 

She finally did it. She is now an official honorary member, an Honorary Muse for The Bloodline.

Sana became delighted and jumps in glee. She excitedly wears the scarf around her head and neck then raised her arms in glory. Yuta just amusingly watched Sana being very happy with the gift.

Sana quickly high fives and hugs Mina and Momo who couldn't contain their happiness for their new co-member and friend. For YN though who is uncomfortable and humiliated, Sana mocks him closer to his face before facing Yuta.

"Anything you wanna say?" Yuta smirked.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I do. I ACKNOWLEDGE YOU, EMPIRE CHIEF!"

Sana stepped forward to approach Yuta, circling her arms to embrace him thankfully which made him unaware of.

Yuta felt Sana shake through her sniffs as she finally cried on his shoulders. To comfort and be guilty of the prank that he planned to do to make her mistakenly believe that she's going to be kicked out and declined to be part of his family, he made his apology with a simple caress and pats on her back while repeatedly telling her to slow down her cries.

The show ended with The Bloodline: Mina, Jinyoung, and Momo celebrates  while YN is on the corner, watching Yuta and Sana hugging together with a frown and mixed feelings disturbing him inside, not with disappointment anymore... but because of something confusing that he couldn't yet exactly identify the reason why. 

Later that night, The Myouis are scheduled to defend their tag team titles against one of the top teams in Knockdown roster known as BLACKPINK, composed of trio led by Lisa Manoban and her friends Kim Jisoo and Park Chaeyoung or Rosé as her alias.

With the newly crowned 'Honorary Muse' Minatozaki Sana earlier from her previous segment with Yuta Nakamoto alongside 'The Enforcer of The Bloodline, Hirai Momo, they guided The Myouis as they made their champion entrance through the ring.

Next was BLACKPINK, as Lisa watched on the ringside as her two friends attempted to compete and take the tag titles away from the cold-hearted duo.

The match has started, and as of now, it's been more than 10 minutes that it's still continuing. Rosé tags on Jisoo, who climbed and stood on the middle turnbuckle facing her partner, holding the arm of the beaten YN.

Rosé spread the arm and prepared it for Jisoo before it lunged and stomped at the poor arm, making YN kneel and groan in pain.

Mina was about to distract the referee when Jisoo quickly charged at her and delivered a speeding elbow to her face, stumbling the opponent.

The other half of Myouis was about to drop from the apron and out of the ring when both Jisoo and Rosé caught her shoulders and brought her back up as they moved her to the middle of the outside rope. They spread both her arms and hooked them around on the top rope; they stood on her sides.

The fans started to increase their volume of cheers when they recognized this signature move by the duo and dedicated it to their leader and friend, who originally owned the move. Both Jisoo and Rosé began slamming their wrists on Mina's chest alternately until they both hit 10 counts.

Jisoo then ran fast through the ropes and flung herself with a heavy elbow to the back of Mina's neck, who got yeeted away from the ring.

A few moments later, Mina got back in the ring. She was about to run towards Jisoo, but she pulled the ropes downward, launching her outside. However, she didn't notice that YN had made a tag.

The referee counted it; YN was about to attack, but Jisoo quickly got it with a side kick to the face. Both twins are now out of the ring. Jisoo saw Mina closer at her, so she delivered a moonsault at her and hyped up the crowd more, who applauded her assault.

Jisoo enters the ring but YN joins her as he ran only to be dodged, he bumped into the ropes and Jisoo gave him a suplex. The right hand man of the Bloodline is on all fours, Jisoo jumps and stomps both of his hands before executing a kick to the back of the neck.

Jisoo covers YN for a pin. "1...2..." but the latter kicks out. Sana on the ringside became nervous that the defending champs nearly lost there.

Jisoo grabs YN's hand and grips four of his fingers, dividing them in two. The crowd and even the commentators ooh-ed in pity as they knew exactly what the victim of this move will suffer through.

"Oh no, she may break YN Myoui's fingers!" Jisoo kept on splitting his fingers until she eventually snapped them before tagging at Rosé.

The aching YN allowed Rosé to slowly carry Hin from behind, turning him upside down on her back for a slam, but YN wiggled his body to prevent her from doing it perfectly, leading both of them closer to Mina, who tags at YN.

Mina went to the corner and booted the face of Rosé. YN flipped her underneath for a cover, only to break it when the twins found another idea. They both stood at each other and were about to deliver double superkicks at Rosé, but instead they got tackled so badly by the strength of BLACKPINK.

Rosé tags on Jisoo, and the crowd begins to cheer loudly as they feel like the end is getting nearer. Rosé carried Mina, and Jisoo kicked her head before Rosé slammed her down.

"Double team! Are we gonna witness new tag team champions tonight?!" commentator Knight Yoo asked as the referee began counting Rosé's cover.

"1....2..."

"Ohhhh that was close! YN Myoui breaking things up!" It was saved as YN rushes back in the ring and shoves Rosé away from Mina.

With all the fighters down in the ring, Sana, on the other hand, found a way to help. She grabbed some steel chairs underneath the ring and aims to give them secretly to Mina, who is near the corner, while Momo is distracting the referee.

However, Lisa caught her and snatched the chair from her. Lisa and Sana got into an altercation until Momo joined Sana's side, and they both badmouthed the leader until...

"Wait a minute! Yeri and Wendy! Red Velvet are here, attacking Lisa!" Knight exclaimed at the call as suddenly the rivals of BLACKPINK surprisingly appeared during the match as two of its members tackled Lisa while it was being distracted by Momo and Sana.

Lisa was successful in getting rid of them, though, but she got blindsided with a big boot when the leader of Red Velvet and the current Southeast Asia Champion, Bae Irene,

Irene pulls Yeri and Wendy back to retreat. They were caught by Jisoo and Rosé, who went outside and confronted them, only to be greeted by superkicks from YN and Mina.

"And The Myouis, looking to take advantage!" Knight said as they rolled back Jisoo in the ring. YN tags Mina to make her a legal competitor and for them to set up their finisher, The One And Done.

YN throws Jisoo to the ropes to bounce her back at him, carrying her body and allowing Mina to catch her head and pull it down as she crashes to the mat.

"One and Done! The Myouis' streak continues."

"Here is your winner, and STILLLLL the Japan Combat Federation Champion, YN and Mina... The Myouis!" ring announcer Song Jihyo declares the win for the defending champs.

Sana and Momo went to the ring as they celebrate their blood's victory. Sana hugged Mina for comfort as she noticed it holding her back painfully.

The referee handed the belts at the champs for them to raise and show to the disappointed crowd that they still rule the roster.

The show ended with The Myouis retaining as the Japan Combat Federation Tag Team Champions.

SEPTEMBER 30, 2023 | ONE WEEK LATER

"She's still obnoxious and unbearable." the fighter Jeong Yunho said to his friend Woozi as he pointed at Sana.

"Yeah, that's right."

"But yeah, now it's really bad." the two were agreeing on each other, not minding Sana who is now getting offended at their words, crossing her arms and frowning at the two.

"It's a whole new level and I get it, that's what happens when you take your head and let it being dragged along by Yuta Nakamoto."

"Listen to me very carefully, okay?" Sana had enough, now it's her turn to say something against these two fighters who acts tough but only ends up acknowledging the greatness of The Bloodline in the end whether they like it or not.

"You can disrespect me anytime you want, that's fine. Just understand something, when you disrepect me. It doesn't just mean to me..."

Sana tugged her scarf, showing the imprinted The Honorary Muse title at Woozi and Yunho.

"You are also disrespecting the entire Bloodline. Understand?"

"Look, Sana. You might consider yourself an Honorary Muse right now, when in reality here is that everbody here knows that you're nothing but a certified-"

"WAAAGHHH!!!" Woozi didn't get to finish his words when Momo charged at them, getting the two bumped at each other so badly.

"What do you say?! CERTIFIED WHAT?!" Momo pulls Woozi's hair and slams him repeatedly over the rolling shutters.

She proceeded to aggressively punch Yunho's head until Sana tried to stop and break her up from him.

"Say something! Say something!"

"They get it now, they understand. They understand, don't they?" Sana mocks at the two beaten bashers. "You're dealing with the Bloodline now!"

Sana and Momo watched them groan in pain on the floor before leaving and returning back in their locker room.

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Because of the assault Momo did earlier on, that didn't make Woozi and Yunho let it pass easily. They visited General Manager Bang Sihyuk and requested that he make a match for them along with Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline tonight to get their payback.

Fortunately, they were granted, and the match is now scheduled to happen. Momo and Sana got informed too, and that was no problem for them to beat up those two again as a lesson.

Momo and Woozi both tagged their respective partners. Yunho and Sana went to each other; he just pushed Sana hard twice as she landed on her back.

Throwing the Honorary Muse to the ropes, he carried her horizontally to perform a fallaway slam, adding more pain to Sana's spine.

"And now, Woozi is just teeing off Sana in the corner," commentator Lee Kwangsoo called as Woozi repeatedly pounded Sana's head until it lowered her body and made her look more helpless in his aggressive attacks.

"A full-headed steam, burying his shoulder on Sana's midsection." Knight described Woozi sprinting back and forth from one corner to another for him to catapult a shoulder block at Sana before doing it again.

He sensed Momo entering the ring, Yunho runs through the ropes, dodging Momo's attempted punch and shoulder tackles her out of the ring. Momo stood there, looking pissed off, as Woozi let out a pumped-up scream, releasing the stress he felt from the attack earlier.

Yunho continued to mock Momo until it finally got irritated, tempting Momo to grab a steel chair. She was about to enter with it to smash him, but the referee didn't allow her to do so as the weapons were illegal in the match.

Woozi appeared and held Momo's feet to intercept. Momo kicks Woozi away, only to get distracted by Yunho charging at her and plowing her out again from the ring.

Sana then surprises Yunho by rolling him from behind. The referee began counting at the cover, "1...2..." but Yunho kicked out at two.

Yunho gets up and was about to hook Sana, but he dodges and sets him up for a Purple Thunderbomb signature move. Sana pins Yunho, but it also kicks out at two.

Sana climbs through the turnbuckle, waiting for Yunho to slowly get up. As it did, she prepared herself to launch from the crossbody, but Yunho just flipped themselves up, and now he's carrying Sana horizontally again and reversing it with a jackhammer slam.

Yunho pins Sana, but Momo hurriedly breaks the count by shoving off Yunho. Momo gave him a couple of knuckles, but Woozi went for the rescue, now brawling against the enforcer of The Bloodline.

Momo pushes Woozi through the ropes; he dodges her attack and counters it with a knee to the face, sending Momo to the ringside area.

Woozi was about to take flight by catapulting himself through Momo, but Sana gripped his feet underneath the ropes, causing him to flip a little. She remained in the hold as Woozi tried to escape, but thankfully Yunho attacked Sana and threw her at the ring barriers.

Woozi, who is now free, tried to finally do it, but instead he got received by a midair defense when Momo used the folded chair to throw at Woozi as he nearly flew through him. The referee didn't see her doing it because he was checking up on Sana.

"Hirai Momo, launching a fastball of a chair into the face of Woozi, and now she's beating the hell out of him, Knight Yoo stated as Momo drove Woozi through the ring post and threw him out on the timekeepers area.

"The Street Champ is wrecking havoc here!"

"Now back in the ring, Yunho now giving shoulder blocks at Sana on the corner." Knight narrates. When Yunhi turned his body around to attack for the third time, Momo slowly backs up on the ring and tags at Sana.

"I don't believe Yunho realizes it. OH! A spinning kick from Momo!"

"Look at the intensity on the face of Momo!" Kwangsoo said as Momo lets out her battlecry.

She grabbed Yunho and stood him up, hooking his arm and execute her finisher, the Ultra Urinagi. The referee counts Momo's pin "1....2....3!" and the bell rang, a secured win for the Bloodline courtesy of Sana and Momo's tandem.

"Here are your winners, the team of Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo!!!"

The match ended with the referee raising both arms of Sana and Momo to present the winners.

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After a match just ended for tonight's episode of Friday Night Knockdown, the camera shows backstage as Sana and Momo are walking together while the Honorary Muse is talking at her.

They're about to enter the Bloodline locker room, but Sana noticed that the handle didn't go unlocked at the first press until she did it again, and surprisingly, it opened and YN appeared in front of them.

"YN? W-what are you doing here?", Sana asked.

"You asking me what I'm doing here? Just came here to make sure my little cousin here is good, that's all."  YN answered as he patted Momo's head who smiled at the contact.

"Uhh, I'd say that she's good I mean... do you saw what just happened earlier?"

"Yeah, I did. You guys won."

"Alright."

Momo excused herself to enter first and rest. Sana was about to follow her when YN paused her, watching over at Momo inside before closing the door.

"Wait a minute.", he said. Sana was a bit puzzled why she was stopped not until YN stared at her closer again, that familiar look of doubt.

"I see right through you, Sana. You got everybody out here getting fooled including my family and... I see right. through. you, Minatozaki Sana." YN points at her.

"This is your only shot, if you ever think about putting my family in jeopardy, I will get you. You hear me?"

"Alright." Sana smiled. "You know, maybe... maybe you should take it up with Yuta." She said as she tugged her scarf again and present the Honorary Muse title.

"Now, if you don't mind. I would like to get in on OUR locker room." Sana directs her hands on the door before she patted YN on the shoulder to step side and give her way inside. She enters and closes the door, leaving YN grunting in annoyance.

OCTOBER 7, 2023 | ONE WEEK LATER

After watching Momo win against her opponent in her match, the attention shifted on The Bloodline in their locker room, all seated in the couch.

"No joke, sis. She has been unbelievable." Sana commented on Momo's performance in her first month of being in the main roster. "It's such a great addition to The Bloodline. The Fighting Machine, right? I feel like I kinda have a good thing going on with her. I'm sort of taking them under my wing lately and it's really-"

"What do you mean 'taking them under your wing'?" YN interrupts, looking confused at Sana beside him. "You ain't down since day one, muse. She earned this over. That's my cousin, that's our family, muse."

"Hey, god calm down."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah alright, alright don't be such a hothead jeez."

"Hey, hey! Sana, call me a hothead one more time and I'm gonna get-"

"You're a hothead."

Sana and YN looked aside at Yuta who is massaging his head at the miscommunication between these two bitter individuals again.

"You are. You have always been a hothead."

"No, I didn't mean a-" Sana was about to explain but Yuta halts her to make sure it's fine.

"No, no wait. He's a hothead. We dealt with this through our whole lives." Yuta said. "The fact that you keep on doing this, that's a problem, and it's been our problem our whole lives."

"I don't want it to be my problem, so it's not gonna be my problem." Yuta glances over YN who felt guilt before switching at Sana.

"It's your problem now, Sana."

Yuta tilted his head and caressed his chin slowly, thinking about other things. The locker room was awkward silent. Mina, Sana, YN, and Jinyoung just don't know how to respond to that to avoid putting more stress on the Empire Chief.

Jinyoung and Yuta then looked at Sana, with Mina encouraging her to say something regarding that while YN, on the other hand, was glaring in disgust.

Sana who has been in shock in awe, slowly nodded her head and looked at every members before focusing on Yuta.

"O-okay."

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OCTOBER 3, 2023 | FOUR DAYS LATER

It's the season premiere of another episode of Monday Night War, and The Bloodline arrives in attendance for today's show except for The Empire Chief and the current Undisputed Japan Combat Federation Champion Yuta Nakamoto, along with his Special Adviser Park Jinyoung.

Sana and Mina were laughing together while Momo tried her best to stiffle herself as Sana narrated a funny story to them while doing her hilarious reenactment of what happened. The vibes were ruined, although YN showed up and made all three of them quiet.

"Oh, hey, YN, Sana greets him while she tries to ease herself down with heavy breaths but fails to do so as the thought of the story still makes her laugh, which easily caused Mina to join her too.

"What's so funny?" YN asked them seriously.

"It's not even important, so don't worry." Sana waves it off.

"Yeah you're right, but here you are having a good time yet we're suppose to out here handling our business tonight."

"Hey, relax brother. Chill, it's just a joke." Mina calms down his brother's naughtiness.

"He's actually right. We're out here for business." Sana agreed on YN.

"Yeah, we're here because we're about to everybody know that the Empire Chief is pulling up on Monday."

"In fact, let the Honorary Muse do some example of this. Let's make these fools put up on notice. Am I right?"

"Yeah!" Mina answered.

"Then let's do it."

All four of them started to walk at the backstage but suddenly they crossed paths with the duo TXT, Huening Kai and Choi Beomgyu.

"Well well well look at these suckers." Sana insulted the two immediately who are just doing nothing wrong but conversing at each other.

"Gentlemen." Sana tried to drew their attention. Kai and Beomgyu looked at them. "Hey, this message is for you and the entire War locker room. Next week is the season premiere, The Bloodline will be in the house including your Empire Chief Yuta Nakamoto so be prepared to acknowledge him."

Kai pointed at Sana with shaky finger. "Dude! Look who it is! It's the Honorary Muse and the hype woman of the century, Minatozaki Sana!" he enthusiastically told his partner.

"Along with The Bloodline, walking around here in War thinking like they own the entire arena." Kai twirls his finger up. "You don't own the arena, Sana. As a matter of fact, there is one thing- no, TWO things the Bloodline needs to acknowledge~ And that's de-"

"Woah woah woah don't do em like that, fam." Beomgyu prevents his friend.

"Hey, let him finish! This what huh!" Mina complained.

"Yeah, this what? Huh! If you say something disrespectful to the Empire Chief, imma give you two matching boots, Kai." YN said, mentioning Kai's injured feet which is sealed up with a brace.

"Oh you talk with a lot of aggression in your voice, huh." Beomgyu defends Kai as he talks back against YN. "How about I break my boots up on your ass?"

YN and Beomgyu went into a fierce stare at one another before Momo steps in between, replacing the focus of Beomgyu at her. She traced him from head to toe with angst.

"I'd like to see you try that on me." Momo challenged.

"Say less, fam. Let's see each other out there." Beomgyu smirked and accepted Momo's invitation.

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Beomgyu runs at the ropes and tries to shoulder tackle Momo, but the fighter just barely moves from her position.

He tried again; now Momo got pushed through the ropes and took the turn to charge, but Beomgyu avoided it with a high leap.

Momo pushed Beomgyu on his back, back at the ropes. She formed herself and prepared to carry Beomgyu, but the warrior just did a cartwheel to skip her.

"What an incredible display of agility from Choi Beomgyu!" the commentator Kim Jongkook complimented him.

Beomgyu then proceeded to give Momo a powerful dropkick with pinpoint accuracy. Momo rolled out of the ring, where Sana escorted her and checked up on her.

Beomgyu mocked the pissed-off Momo, prompting her to return to the ring only to give her a crunchy slap when she was about to climb on the apron.

Out of control, Momo grabbed a steel chair, but Sana blocked her from doing so because it would cause a disqualification for her and grant Beomgyu the win instead.

"No, Momo not like that, okay?" Sana tries to plead at Momo.

"Hey, stop. I got her. That's my cousin." YN insisted. Sana just lets her do so and watches them talk.

Afterwards, the two are now fighting again in the ring. Momo sent Beomgyu on the ropes but again skipped her to perform a flying back elbow.

The lit-up Beomgyu went to the corner and charged at Momo, who was trying to take a little break at the opposite corner. He did a spinning splash and then a kick to the side of the head as a combo to add more damage to Momo.

Dazed and confused, it gave an opportunity for Beomgyu to lock Momo's arms for an underhook suplex. He covered Momo, and the referee counts "1...2..." but the baddest kicked out.

Sana tried to complain to the referee, climbing on the ring. YN joined her and instead of cooperating with her, she got a scolding rather from him.

"Hey, get down right now muse and let cousin handle it on her own!"

It only led both of them to argue with each other, with Mina just watching them problematically. With the referee and Beomgyu distracted by the conflict, Momo went for a superkick at him.

She pinned Beomgyu, but then again, the argument between YN and Sana is still not over. The referee just noticed it late and counted, but the time Beomgyu spent laying down on the ring was enough for him to recover and kick out at two.

Momo slowly gets up Beomgyu and tries to clothesline him, but Beomgyu avoids it and tackles Momo, yeeting her off the ring.

Sana went closer on the collpased and exhasuted Momo. "Hey, you got this. It's your match, cmon you have to win for The Bloodline."

But then again, YN approaches her and removes her off near Momo. "Leave her be and let her rest for a while."

"What's your problem again?!"

"I'mma get her myself. Just stay there."

YN took the turn to check upon Momo. However, the amount of disrespect and offense made by YN was too much for Sana already to contain.

She tugged YN's arm and had a deep staredown at him. "Look, what the hell is wrong with you? I wasn't doing anything at you but then you'll just make every thing a big deal to you!"

"Was I suppose to trust you when you're not even one of us, huh! I tell you stay put, then comply if you want to prove yourself right!"

"You're just making excuses as always, why couldn't you just admit and lessen down that-"

"Look out!!!" Mina warned them but their late reaction didn't helped them so. All three of them received Beomgyu's dive from the ring, effectively laying down them at once.

Beomgyu rolled Momo back in the ring as Kai cheers him for it. Sana who was the one that took the less bump, stands up and confronts Beomgyu.

"Do you understand that these are my buddies, my family-"

Beomgyu was too impatient to hear more nonsensical things, he slapped Sana straight to her cheek and returns to the ring. Kai teased Sana who is holding her face painfully.

He didn't realized that Momo countered Beomgyu with a spinning kick just as he arrived back in the ring. Momo did her battlecry and finished Beomgyu with Ultra Urinagi.

"1...2...3!"

"Here is your winner, Hirai Momo!!!" the ring announcer said with the referee raising her arm in victory.

OCTOBER 14, 2023 | ONE WEEK LATER

As Sana waits for her opponent's entrance, belonging to Kim Yongsun, or Solar as her nickname, who is one half of the popular tag teams and one of the longest tag champs in the history of the company group known as MAMAMOO, she talks with Momo, who will be accompanying her tonight on the match.

"You know, Momo. I really appreciate that you'll be here with me tonight. That's what I like about you; you're so reliable, unlike..."

Sana stopped speaking when they saw YN step beside her and eye them intently while furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh, great. Perfect timing." Sana said, gesturing her hands at YN. "W-what are you doing here? Where's Mina?"

"Mina is currently handling some business. You know, it's a family thing." YN replied

"Well, I think if that was a family thing, she would've told me about it."

YN stared at Sana puzzledly, pursing his lips. "Real family." he enlightened.

Sana chuckled, bowing her head. "Okay, you know what. We don't have any more time for this." She looked at Momo standing behind her, crossing her arms. "Momo, you can hang back, you have a really big match here tonight. Just focus on what's important, okay?" she instructed.

"And YN, you're out there with me tonight, okay?" YN glared at her. "Let me make things clear around here, alright? I don't want to reapet on what happened last Monday, okay?"

"Yeah, I agreed. I agreed because you said you had it, so I let you get it, Honorary Muse."

"I know, I know."

They continued arguing with each other until, suddenly, they were cut off by the sound of a ringtone coming from Sana's phone.

She grabbed it and looked at the screen. "Oh, it's from the Empire Chief", YN scoffed.

Sana answered the call, putting the phone near her ear. "Yuta, hey. Yeah, no, actually I was about to go out there and I talked to him about it." She glanced at YN.

She looked away from him and rather at Momo to make him hear less about what she was going to say to Yuta. "Personally, I think he could've done something. I feel like he chose to do nothing. Yeah, no, I'm with him right now. I'm looking right after him." Sana stared at YN, who returned with a higher intensity of gaze at her.

She lowered the phone and handed it to YN. "He wants to talk to you."

Agitated, he snatches the phone from Sana's hand and pressed it on his ear. "Sup, man. Yeah, I know what you told me about Monday. You said I have to make her get the W but this fool said she had it now. Let me just-" YN paused from talking and showed some wincing expressions on his face.

"Y-you're the Empire Chief. I got you."

He aggressively returned the phone back at Sana, bumping her hand before looking away to control his temper.

Sana listened to whatever Yuta is telling her until Momo and YN were taken aback when Sana burst out a laughter.

"W-what he's saying?" YN pokes Sana using the back of his hand.

"It's just an inside joke, don't worry about it."

YN just looked away again, he sulked as he felt offended that Sana didn't bothered not to share it to him and kept it as a secret.

"Wait, Yuta my music is about to hit soon. We'll talk later, okay?"

Right on the spot, the producers played her theme in the arena. They all heard it and probably Yuta behind the call too.

"Gotta go, Empire Chief. Bye bye!"

She dropped her phone to the table and tapped both Momo and YN as she rushes out of the curtain while YN followed the Honorary Muse from behind after high-fiving at Momo and leaving her cousin for a while.

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chapter eleven : yuta nakamoto

S I D E : A (written)

word count : 1k

warnings : strong sexual references. Yuta is an asshole and he’s a disgusting human being in this - i’m sorry. Cheating. Implications to bullying. (Not to be confused with the real Yuta)

Yves tried to tell you. Both blatantly and implied it. She personally made a Spotify playlist named ‘cut the bitch off’ with songs that referred to shit boyfriends, cheaters and assholes. 

All of which lead to your own shitty boyfriend, Yuta Nakomoto. 

Yuta Nakamoto was older than your whole year group, but stayed behind a year. He was a ladies man. Had every girl and guy on campus somewhat enamoured by him. He had a killer smile and hair that you couldn’t stop staring at. Whether it be in envy or admiration or both. You had heard rumours and he neither denied or agreed to them. They were just rumours that he didn’t feel the need to discuss. You wished you had listened to them then, and stayed away. 

He liked you, for reasons he did not name and in retrospect he liked you because you were a girl he hadn’t had before and Yves was out of the picture entirely (as she has never ever set her eyes on a guy and thought she liked them nor a woman but she preferred them much more). He helped you a lot with what you were lost with and maybe if you weren’t such a dumbass when it came to P.E and Languages maybe you wouldn’t find yourself in one of arguably the worst situations you could have found yourself in. 

Yves wasn’t wrong, not really and you knew it. Yuta barely made an effort if it wasn’t sticking his tongue down your throat. He was basically a body in which you could kiss and have sex with. Only, you protected your virginity with your life when it came to him. It’s not like you were saving yourself, but you just didn’t trust him enough. Nothing about him or your relationship was trustworthy. A red flag to everything about you and him. 

You knew all these things but- you couldn’t help but want the toxicity. You grew addicted to it. He treated you well enough. Took you on dates that lead to almost fucking in the public bathroom or kissing at the back of a dark cinema. You figured he practised with the girls that did put out. He presented you to his friends (the ones that knew about you, of course) and kissed you gently on the cheek during pillow talk. 

You caught him with Chuu at his house once, making out on the kitchen counter, a condom between two of his fingers, presented like a gift. Your Chuu. You wondered if you should be angry at her - you weren’t necessarily friends with her or Gowon anymore. But you didn’t hate her and you still held a fondness for her you didn’t want to let go of. 

You also came to the conclusion that he probably stayed with you for one thing only; your virginity. He wasn’t all bad, trust. That’s what hurt the most when he started hooking up with Chuu. A girl he knew meant a lot to you. He became nicer and kinder. Actually conversed with you over real things. You learnt about his vulnerabilities, about what made him tick, his fears, his ambitions. All of it. He learnt about yours. 

Except you got the fake shit. Every bit of vulnerability and himself he showed you was a straight up fucking lie. When you went to look at the bigger picture - you couldn’t connect the dots. He was as ever grey as he was at the start of the relationship. 

Everything he got was real and you were fearful he’d use your secrets as a weapon. All of your doubts, your aspirations, everything about you… you were scared he would weaponise it and he did. From the moment you dated him you were scared because you felt like you could change him. 

And maybe that was your fatal flaw. 

Thinking the pile of shit could cease to be a pile of shit. That the asshole could stop being an asshole. That his moments of gentleness, of affection could keep the monster underneath at bay. But really it was the opposite. The gentleness was what was buried and the monster ran amok in the forest killing all that ventured through it. 

You thought you could change him and you fell in love while doing so. Not a good love, not a love that you’re proud of or will admit to. But it was love, a sick and toxic kind of love. But it was love and that was the most unfortunate of the whole thing. 

When you broke up with him, you were angry and upset. So fucking rage induced and fiery and everything. You wanted him out of your head, heart and fucking text messages. But he was like a looming shadow, made to make you feel like shit. You had been strong when you saw him in person - snarling remarks to his face that had Yves beaming with pride and an anger on your face he had never seen before. 

But he didn’t crumble like you hoped he would - he made you smaller. He didn’t need to spread rumours or anything. He let speculation do it for you and he smirked the whole time. Like you deserve the whole mess. Deserved all the cruelty. Deserved each and every one of his girlfriends or whatever the fuck they were smile at you full of malice and misplaced pride. 

The reality is this: you were his arm candy whilst he got to fuck and play to his hearts’ content with other girls. A pleasure without the effort. A fact you knew but was a fact strong enough to wound and maim through your sensitive skin.   

But the fact he went the extra mile to hurt you? It made you feel so much worse than anything. You had loved that boy at one point and it would take a lot of time and effort to bury him right where he belonged - in hell. 

But Yuta didn’t have a Yves like you did. And even if he did, you had the most powerful of all. 

S I D E : B (social au)

THE SERIAL LOVER

in which a girl farewells every boy she’s ever loved (or at least had romantic feelings for) in order to prove that her feelings for one particular boy are very real and unwavering. 

chapter eleven : yuta nakamoto

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Carry My Name

Chapter 6

Park Sooyoung X Nakamoto Yuta

warnings: a little sadness

At six months, Yuta had forced Sooyoung to take a step back from her work and leave it to her vice-president, and although reluctant, she decided to listen to her husband knowing he was simply looking out for her and their baby’s best interests. He had already found the best obstetrician and even paediatrician for when the baby comes, and always made sure he attended every one of her check-ups.

“You’re being paranoid Yu-san.” Sooyoung huffed as her husband settled her into bed, making sure she was in the most comfort, one pillow for her back, one for her legs, one on her drop side of the bed, and one extra one in case she wanted to lie down sideways to rest her belly on. Although she found it tiring how much her husband was fussing over her every second, she also enjoyed the extra attention and affection.

But Yuta had another reason for being so paranoid. He refused to tell her, especially after finding out her pregnancy, that her father had been sending threatening mail to her office, which his guards luckily intercepted and sent his way instead. He didn’t know whether her father was that bold and daring or just blatantly stupid, if not both, considering he was the one to write up the peace contract yet is now the first to break one of the clauses.

No threats to be made between agreeing groups.

At this point he was prepared to fight back, but he didn’t want to put his wife through anything, not when her due date was closing in. He upgraded security, had two extra guards follow her everywhere in secret besides the two who do so anyways, and had eyes put on her father to see what he was up to. According to every one of the letters he sent, the old man was seemingly trying to get money out of her, which could only have meant he was running out himself.

Right now Yuta laid his head on his wife’s lap, who was sitting half up in bed watching TV, and pressed his ear against her bulging belly. The more he looked at her, the more he couldn’t believe this was his wife. If possible, it was as if pregnancy made her more beautiful to him, something he would constantly remind her whenever she felt bad about her changing body.

He rubbed her belly with his hand, pushed her nightgown off, and pressed kisses on it anywhere he could, feeling even more content when feeling her hand suddenly brush through his hair.

“My baby.” he whispered into her skin, but loud enough for her to hear. “All mine. I won’t let anything ever come close to hurting you. I will kill whoever puts a tear on your face. I will have ten guards walk with you everywhere, actually no, I’ll have them carry you so my princess doesn’t get her feet tired.”

He stopped when Sooyoung playfully slapped his arm, causing him to laugh. “I knew we shouldn’t have asked for the gender, you’re going to spoil her too much.” she said half scolding. “You can protect her without spoiling her.”

“Impossible.” he said almost as if declaring it. “I will spoil my daughter so no one will be good enough for her. I will make sure we love her so much that she won’t have to find any missing pieces elsewhere. I will give her everything within my power to make her happy.”

Sooyoung shook her head turning her attention back to the screen, while her husband continued smothering her belly with kisses and affectionate words. Inside though, she was the happiest and calm knowing how seriously Yuta was taking being a father, especially to a daughter.

Having grown up with a mafia father herself, and seeing others in her shoes, a slight fear in her had conjured about the upbringing of her child, especially when finding out it was a girl. But seeing Yuta head over heels already over the unborn baby reassured her he was different, he always had been from the day they met until now.

Thinking about the baby, a sudden realisation hit her, and her chest hurt as tears started pooling in her eyes. Yuta was quick to notice and sat up next to her immediately, pulling her into a hug tight.

“What saddens you sweetheart?” he spoke into her hair, hand rubbing her back.

“Our baby girl will grow up… get married… marry, and…” she chocked before continuing at the thought of the next part. “we’ll never see her again…”

“Bullshit.” Yuta’s jaw tightened, his hold on his wife tightening with one hand grabbing her belly as well. “It’s a shit tradition, we both know it. I don’t care where she goes or who she marries. My daughter is mine forever, and I will always keep her my number one priority along with you. She will always have a place in our home, as she will in our hearts.” he pressed a kiss onto her forehead before speaking again.

“I know it scares you, it scares me too… but don’t think about that now sweetheart, for now let’s think about her as our baby. We still have to find her the perfect pink stroller, and baby proof the house.”

His heart softened hearing his wife chuckle through her tears. “We haven’t even picked out a name yet…” she mumbled, snuggling into his chest. He hummed before grabbing her legs and pulling her aside to sit across his lap.

“How about Yumeko?”

“Nakamoto Yumeko?” she faced up at him with a smile. “I guess our daughter and I will both have super long names.” they laughed, her hand moving up to cup his face, her eyes staring at him dreamily and thumb rubbing his cheek. Even though she knew it was the hormones, she also knew her excessive love for him was all reasonable. He may have been her first and only lover, but Sooyoung couldn’t imagine a life without him, at least not a happy one.

She pulled him down to kiss her, a short but deep one, their noses still touching even as they pulled away. “I love you so much, Yu-san.” she snuggled closer, her face in his neck. “I want to be with you every single day for the rest of my life.”

“Me too.” Yuta mumbled, slowly laying down with her clinging on to him. Her father’s letters were nagging at him at the back of his mind, but at this minute he threw it all out and focused on nothing but his pregnant wife in his arms, the only thing he cared about in this life of his.

> 

“F*CK!” Shotaro quickly moved away as things flew his way off of the desk in his boss’s office. The young secretary pursed his lips seeing the mafia leader enraged beyond what he had ever seen, all from one envelope the guards had passed him earlier. He grabbed the letter off the floor, and read its contents, understanding exactly why Yuta was as pissed off as he showed.

“Well, sir?” he asked a little nervously, watching as Yuta paced around the table in circles, kicking whatever was in front of him. “What should we do?”

“Code red.” Yuta muttered, picking up the special landline from the corner table and pressing some buttons. “The contract is no longer viable, and I am definitely not letting that piece of shit go on with his life unpunished. He’s old anyways, what’s he got left to live for.”

His words sent a shiver down Shotaro’s spine, having worked for him so long he had never heard such vile or vicious words leave his mouth. With a simple nod, he cleared up the mess before following Yuta out to meet up the rest who he had called just now, their Code Red task becoming immediate priority.

And despite keeping a level head throughout the whole process, his mind was filled with fear and worry about the only happiness in his life.

>>> 

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Like a butterfly part 2

A/N: Chapter 2 of my Yuta🦋 fanfiction is here! I’m starting to like how things are slowly building up between the characters and Y/N.

Thank you so much for all the love and support on part 1! :D

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader

Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Romance, Y/N dealing with a bit low self-esteem :( Descriptions of: getting tattoos and piercings,

Warnings: Alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, smoking, jealousy.

Wordcount: 5,026

Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.

Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re important and loved. 💚

“Unnie, didn’t your mom call yesterday?” Chaeyoung asked, adding some tofu to the red soup. “Yeah, she did. My mother actually wanted to say hi to Bryce if he was nearby, but I lied to her and said that he was studying with his classmates…” You mumbled, feeling guilt in your heart as Chaeyoung patted your shoulder.

“You know Unnie, you should break up with Bryce. He’s always broke and never cares about you. I don’t want you to be with a horrible lowlife loser like him!” Chaeyoung said as she filled the two bowls with the Kimchi Jjigae we made.

She’s right… but you can’t break up with him… You didn’t want to be left alone and lonely again… You felt so fragile and weak on your own…

“If I break up with Bryce, then I’ll be alone and so lonely… Chaeng, I’m not as strong and outgoing as you are…” You confessed sheepishly as she sighed. “You’ll never be alone, Unnie… You have me,” she said comforting you. “Besides, there are other guys that are sweeter than him, you know,” Chaeyoung added as you chuckled, the two of you ate dinner.

“Jungkook’s going to have a lip and eyebrow piercing done once he has saved enough money,” Chaeyoung giggled as you smiled, “wow, isn’t getting one piercing painful enough?” You asked as she shrugged, “well, after getting tattoos you kinda get numb to the pain I suppose,” she explained as you continued watching ‘NeverTheLess’. “Park Jaeon’s so cute, it’s just too bad he’s a player,” you sighed as she chuckled. “You seem to like bad boys, Y/N-Unnie~” Chaeyoung giggled.

“No, I don’t.” You denied it, knowing there was some truth to her statement. “Ah, my aunt and niece will visit Seoul soon,” you added as she smiled. “Oh that’s nice, Ayaka must be a big girl by now,” Chaeyoung folded her arms and looked at you with a smile.

“I might have to babysit her one of these days,” you said. “That’s fine, we can go on a boba tea date,” Chaeyoung said, sketching some pokémons.

“Long time no see,” Ten said, greeting his tall friend, “how was Hong Kong, Yukhei?” Mark asked, doing the handshake. “It was nice, I really missed my mom’s food, how has it been here?” Yukhei responded.

“It’s been alright, quite busy these days with butterfly tattoos,” Johnny said, looking over at Yuta drawing one from the book.

“I’m actually here to get a tattoo myself, a lion one,” Yukhei chuckled, lifting his shirt, “right here, please,” Yuta and Ten nodded, “got a sketch or a picture for reference?” He nodded, showing a picture of a lion. “Alright, let’s get started then, follow me, Yukhei,” Ten said, walking over to his room.

A few hours had passed…

“Hello, ah aunt Asami, how are you?” You facetimed with her as she smiled and waved. “I’m fine, we just arrived at the hotel in Seoul. How are you sweet Y/N?” Asami asked. “I’m doing just okay, it’s good to see you had a safe trip. Where’s Ayaka-chan?” You looked at her. “She’s sleeping, hehe,” Asami replied as you nodded, “It must be exhausting to travel, huh?” You added while chuckling a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM, would that be okay with you?” She asked as you checked your calendar, “sure that’ll be perfect, I get off around 3:00 PM,” you smiled and waved, “goodnight, aunt Asami.” You looked at the time and it showed 9:45 PM, someone knocked on the door as you went to check it.

“Ah good evening, Y/N-Noona,” Jungkook smiled and bowed as you did the same, “hey Jungkook, how are you?” You said, opening the door to let him in. “Thanks, Noona, he took his shoes off as he was holding a bouquet. “Chaeng’s showering, did you guys have plans tonight?” You folded your arms, smiling and leaning against the wall.

How sweet, Jungkook got Chaeng’s favorite flowers…

“No, I just wanted to see her,” Jungkook smiled, his dimples appearing. “I thought that you were in Busan.”

You said as he sat on the couch, “I was, but I heard that Chae was stressed with her upcoming art project so I thought I’d go and see her.” He held the bouquet with white roses. “Would you like something to drink?” You walked over to the refrigerator as he nodded, “thanks Y/N-Noona,” he took a sip. “How’s Bryce?” You had your hands between your legs as you let out a sigh.

“Ah Babe, you’re here,” Chaeyoung said, walking out with a towel on her shoulders. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Jungkook got up and kissed her, “what are these for?” She looked at the bouquet and blushed, “they’re for you, I thought you’d love them,” he chuckled as she giggled. “You’re so sweet, you came all the way just to see how I was doing.” She voiced as he nodded, “anything for my Chaeng,” he kissed her.

“Aww you two lovebirds are so cute,” you teased as Chaeyoung giggled, “are you staying here tonight, Babe?” she asked, fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to, but I have an early shift with my partner tomorrow, so I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, Chaeng-girl,” Jungkook said before kissing her goodbye. “Have a good night, see you Y/N,” he waved and left.

“Right, we should probably also head to bed,” you yawned, turning off the TV as Chaeyoung stretched her arms, “mmh-mmh, you’re right, goodnight Unnie,” she said, waddling to her room. You walked over to the bathroom to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth.

The next morning you woke up and walked over to the kitchen when you noticed a piece of paper written next to the plate. It was Thursday the 9th of September 2021.

Mornin’ Unnie I’ve made you some waffles with fruit, hope you’ll have a lovely day. See you later. - Love, Chaeng

“How sweet of Chaeng to wake up early and make Belgian waffles for me…” You mumbled with a smile as you began to eat it, you also ate some strawberries and slices of kiwi.

“Irene-Unnie, do we have any Japanese releases of my favorite manga?” You asked, stacking a pile of returned books in the cart. “Hmm, I’ve ordered a few, they’ll arrive today,” she said, checking the computer as you smiled.

That’s great, Ayaka’s going to be so happy. And you also get to practice your Japanese.

“Any particular ones in mind? I’ll reserve them for you if you’d like that Ms. Miyoshi,” Irene said with a smile as you nodded, “well, if you happen to find volumes 1 and 2 of Tokyo Mew Mew, I’d really appreciate it, my niece Ayaka really loves that series.” You started returning the books to their original place on the shelves. “Sure, I’ll make sure to look out for them.” She said, cleaning the tables.

After a few hours had passed, you went to the nearby 7-11 to grab lunch. You walked around the aisle for a bit, searching for chicken katsu onigiris. You smiled and placed them in your basket, you also got a cup with ice cubes, kimchi rice bulgogi beef onigiris, and a pouch of lychee juice. Lastly, you placed three fruit sandos and you were ready to pay.

You walked back to the library inside the staff’s room as you began to eat your lunch. “Enjoy, your food, Miyoshi,” Irene said, giggling as you bowed, “thank you, Irene-Unnie,” you checked your phone as a facetime call with aunt Asami popped on your screen.

“Ah hello, you two!” You waved as Ayaka giggled happily, “Y/N-Onee-chan! How are you?” She asked, “All good, just eating my lunch, how are you two?” you asked, waving your onigiri as she smiled. “We’re fine, just shopping in the Lotte Department Store. The weather seems to be a lot better here in Korea after all,” Asami said as Ayaka leaned in, “Isn’t Chaeyoung-Onee-san with you?” You shook your head, “she’s in school right now and I’m at work, sweetie,” you rested your head in your hand, “but you’ll see her later when we go to drink some boba tea, he he~” you smiled happily.

“Yay! I’d love to, I can’t wait to see you later, Y/N-Nee!” Ayaka giggled as you ate your bulgogi onigiri and waved goodbye.

Man, I was starving. I guess I’m nearing my period…

You walked around, collecting books. Afterward, you began scheduling events and author signings. “Ah, there’s going to be a tea ceremony next week?” You asked Irene as she nodded, “yes, I’ve heard there’ll be a lot of people,” she smiled, “would you like to join? I’ve heard there is going to be Japanese matcha tea too.”

You smiled and nodded, “I’d love to, Irene-Unnie.”

A few hours had passed as you were finally off, “I’m off, see you,” you waved as she bowed. Suddenly stood Mr. Nakamoto in front of you, “hello Ms. Miyoshi, are you off?” You nodded, “yes. Are you here to borrow another book?”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Actually, I came to see you,” he looked into your eyes. “Me? You came here to see me?” Nakamoto nodded and stepped forward, “do you have any plans right now?” You nodded, “I’ve got to go and see my niece, Ayaka,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm.

“Y/N-Onee-chan!” Ayaka ran and hugged you, “hello Ayaka-chan,” you giggled. “Who’s this guy?” She looked over at Nakamoto as you held her. “Is he your boyfriend?” Ayaka chuckled as he smirked. “Ayaka… He’s not my boyfriend, this is Nakamoto-san,” you said feeling super flustered.

“こんにちは、アヤカさん.” (Hello, Ayaka-san.)

“ええ? 中本さん日本語ははなせますか?” (Ehh? Nakamoto-san can speak Japanese?”)

“もちろん!” (Of course!)

Ayaka giggled happily, she was super happy to meet another Japanese person like her. “Are you ready to go Ayaka-chan?” You asked as she nodded, “where’s aunt Asami?” you looked around, “she’s waiting outside.”

“Shall we get going then?” You asked, placing Ayaka down as she bowed before talking to Nakamoto, “またね!” (See you!)

She ran outside to her mother as you bowed to Mr. Nakamoto, “see you around, Nakamoto-san,” you waved and walked past him.

“Hello aunt Asami,” you bowed to Asami as she smiled and hugged you. “You’ve really grown into such a beautiful lady since I last saw you, Y/N-chan,” you blushed at her compliment, “ありがとう.” (Thank you.)

“Right, it’s going to be so much fun at that party, Somi,” Chaeyoung said, locking her arm with her, “so is Y/N also coming along, Unnie?” Somi asked as she nodded, “hopefully some cute guys will ask her out, I just want her to break up with that asshole Bryce already.” Chaeyoung voiced, walking to her locker as she grabbed her books. “Wow Unnie, you seem to hate him, is he that much of a bad guy?” Somi folded her arms, looking at her as she chuckled.

“Yup, he’s a cheap, lying, and ugly fuckboy,” Chaeyoung said, annoyed as she walked out. “Ahaha, maybe introduce her to one of your guy friends?” Somi suggested, following her as they walked out of campus. “I would but I think they’re too extroverted for her,” Chaeyoung pouted her lips as she walked down the street, “well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chae. I’ll have my notes ready so we can speak to Ms. Min-young,” Somi waved as she waited at the bus stop, “bye Somi, see you tomorrow.” She said, heading to the subway station.

Asami, Ayaka, and you went home and you made some tea, “how was Jeju Island and uncle?” you took a sip of your tea as Ayaka was playing with her teddy bear. “Your uncle, Seung-heon is doing alright, he seemed to have grown fond of living on Jeju Island. He’s busy planting his vegetables,” Asami laughed and looked around, “it’s a lovely apartment you and Chaeyoung have gotten.”

The door opened as Chaeyoung entered, her tote bag on the shoulder as Ayaka ran and hugged her tightly, “Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” She chucked and held her, “こんにちは、アヤちゃん.” (Hello, Aya-chan.)

“It’s been a while since I last saw you, Chaeyoung you have also grown so much!” Asami said and smiled, “thank you, aunt Asami you look great.” Chaeyoung smiled and looked over at Ayaka as she drew, “Aya-chan sure has grown a lot bigger.”

“Here you go,” Asami handed a fancy basket with soy sauce rice crackers and a packet of strawberry Pocky. “For me? Oh, aunt Asami, you didn’t have to,” Chaeyoung said, smiling happily. “Please, I know how much you love those rice crackers and Pocky,” she laughed as she walked over to me. “And here, of course, I couldn’t forget about Y/N-chan,” You looked and bowed, “thanks, aunty. Oh my goodness, you got me Royal milk tea and those Meiji chocolate almonds that I adore, thank you so much!”

“Let’s go out and get some Boba tea!” You said, patting Ayaka’s shoulder as she nodded in excitement, “yay!” You walked inside Gong Cha and ordered for everyone. “Say, what grade are you in right now, Aya-chan?” Chaeyoung asked, smiling at her. “I’m in 3rd grade, Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” Ayaka giggled and smiled cutely. “You sure have grown into a pretty girl, eh hehe~” she laughed as you walked over with the drinks.

“Alright, here you go Ayaka, Chocolate Cookie and Cream Smoothie with strawberry bubbles. Matcha Tea Latte with Azuki beans for aunty, and Strawberry Cookie Smoothie with tapioca pearls for Chaeng.” You said, handing their respective drinks as they all smiled. “Thanks, Y/N,” Asami said, smiling, “yeah, thank you Y/N-Onee-chan!” Chaeyoung and Ayaka said in sync as we laughed.

“So what do you three want to eat for dinner?” Asami asked, looking at us. “Ehh, aunt Asami, you don’t have to pay for us,” Chaeyoung said politely, “yeah, aunty it’s okay. Say, Ayaka-chan what would you like to eat?” The two of you looked at her.

“I want to eat Japchae!” Ayaka said, finishing her beverage rather quickly as she was full of energy. “Okay, that’s a deal,” Asami nodded and got up, with the drink in her hand. “We’ll go back to the hotel and change into something more casual, then I’ll find the restaurant and make a reservation for us.” She said and winked.

“See you later, Aya-chan!” Chaeyoung waved as we headed home.

45 minutes later…

“Man, aunty’s always super generous…” You sighed, walking out of the bathroom, and drying your light brown hair with a mini towel. “Your family is always so sweet and kind,” Chaeyoung said, giggling as she rubbed her face with some lotion. “I bet your aunt’s going to be shocked to see the tattoo behind my ear,” she giggled as you used the hair dryer. “Aunt Asami has always been artistic, but I bet she’ll love seeing that tattoo of yours.” You smiled, brushing your hair.

You wore an orange sweater and a pair of loose beige pants, you tied your hair in a low ponytail. Chaeyoung wore some stockings and some denim shorts and a tank top, “let’s go, we shouldn’t keep aunt Asami waiting,” she giggled and put on her coat as we went downstairs, “come get in ladies,” Asami said as waving from a car she had rented.

“Woah~ it’s been a while since I had this great Japchae!” Chaeyoung exclaimed as she was eating happily, “mmm-mmm, it’s so yummy, Onee-chan!” Ayaka added as you and Asami chuckled. “Say, Chaeyoung. Did you get a tattoo?” Asami cupped her head as she nodded, “how did you know?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, “I noticed you tugged your hair behind your ear, it’s a cute tattoo you’ve gotten,” she giggled.

“Did it hurt to get it, Onee-chan?” Ayaka tilted her head as she chewed her food. “A bit but I’m a strong girl, eh he he~” Chaeyoung stuck her tongue out, “I’m planning on getting a few more!” She placed her sketchbook on the table as there were four sketches of tattoo ideas.

“Wow they’re so pretty, did you come with the designs yourself?” Asami asked as Chaeyoung nodded proudly. “This time Y/N’s going to tag along with me!” You smiled, “it’s going to be interesting, to say the least,” you giggled, finishing your food.

Today was the day you had to accompany your roommate to the tattoo studio, this was your first time tagging along with her. Usually, it’s Chaeng’s boyfriend that attends with her but he was busy with work in Busan. You walked inside the small and cool-looking tattoo studio and looked around. When Ten and Johnny greeted you. “Welcome, Ms. Miyoshi, to our tattoo studio.” Ten said as you smiled. “Thank you, Ten.” You bowed, “this place is really nice. It looks so clean and well-organized,” You added, looking around. “Thanks, Miyoshi. Well, the three of us actually worked hard for the design.” Ten said as Johnny walked us to the private room, “ladies first.”

“Thanks, Suh,” Chaeyoung said, walking in as she took off her black leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Heyo, Osaka Prince. Long time no see~” She said, patting his shoulder when the swivel chair turned around. You were somewhat surprised to see who was sitting there. It was none other than Nakamoto Yuta, himself. “Hello, Miyoshi-san.”

“Hi… Nakamoto-san…” You said, flusteredly, and rubbed your arm. “What… Do you two know each other?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us.

“We met at the library several days ago,” Yuta said, smirking at you as you turned away. “No way! Y/N, so the handsome guy that you met turned out to be Osaka Prince himself?” Chaeyoung said out loud as you exclaimed, “Chaeng! That’s not it! You got it wrong!”

Why? Out of all places, why do you have to meet him here?

“Should we get started on your tattoo, Chae?” Yuta asked, gathering some blank pieces of paper. These are the designs I want. The cherry tomatoes, the stars, the lips, and the four carrots.” She drew on the paper as he looked at them closely.

“Alright, that’s quite a lot. Are you sure that you will be able to handle it? I mean just as a warning you may faint, but as a tattoo artist I have to keep on going with the ink.” Yuta stated, looking at Chaeyoung seriously. “Fainting… Wait, what? Chaeng, doesn’t that sound a bit dangerous?” You said, hugging her arm as she smiled. “Nah don’t worry, Unnie. It’s normal to faint because there’s a lot of ink digging into my skin, after all.” She said, comfortably seating herself on the tattoo chair as you sat on a regular chair next to her

“Please, be careful, Nakamoto-san…” You mumbled, holding Chaeyoung’s hand as he looked into my eyes. “I will, Y/N-san. Don’t worry.” She smiled at you as he began tattooing the orange carrots. Once he started on the lips tattoo, Chaeyoung fainted. “Chaeng!” You shouted, caressing her hand.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuta asked when he stopped and looked at you. “Yeah, please just focus on her tattoos.” You mumbled, placing the blanket from your lap to her lap. “Chaeng is so silly, she always forgets to bring a blanket with her whenever she’s wearing short skirts like that.” You said, patting her legs when you pulled your skirt a bit down. He looked down at your legs which you kept rubbing together to keep some warmth.

“Aren’t you freezing?” Yuta asked, glancing at you. “I’m fine…” You lied, hugging yourself as he finished tattooing the lips and mini stars on her.

“Here, take this.” He said, taking off his white jacket as he was left with his visible mesh shirt. “But what about you, Yuta-san…” You mumbled, putting his jacket on your thighs, “I’m used to the cold from the air conditioner. So, don’t worry.”

Yuta is so kind and thoughtful. It’s no wonder that he’s a good friend of Chaeng.

“Thank you, Yuta-san.” You said, watching him add the finishing touches of her cherry tomatoes. “They’re so pretty. You’re so incredibly talented, Yuta.”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He said, holding your wrist as you walked over to the corner of the room as he opened the door. It was a small room with a couch, cabinet, and table. We sat on the couch as he showed me the book he had borrowed from our library. “This is the book… that you got the other day,” You said when he flipped through several pages. “This is the butterfly inspiration.”

“Thank you for helping me find this book, it has been so useful for both me and our clients,” Yuta said as he slowly lifted his shirt as you caught a glimpse of that pretty butterfly.

“Did it hurt to get your butterfly tattoo?” You asked, glancing and studying the details. “A little, but it was tough to get the details on its wings.”

“Can I touch it?” You asked, reaching your hand out.

“Sure,” Yuta said, sliding his t-shirt off as you looked away shyly. “It’s so beautiful, did Ten or Johnny tattoo it for you?” You pointed at his other tattoo of flying birds.

“None of them.” He chuckled as you traced your fingertips on the wings of his butterfly tattoo when you looked up.

“It was actually me. I did it on myself.” You looked up shyly, “how did you do it?” You asked, noticing his belly button piercing.

“I used that large mirror over there and began carefully working on its shape. While looking at images of butterflies.”

“That must’ve taken a lot of time. But you’re amazing, Nakamoto-san.” You expressed as our eyes met when Yuta lowered himself and placed a small kiss on your head.

“Thank you, Y/N.” You looked up, pursing your lips together.

Does Yuta have a crush on you? Why did he just do that?

“There you two are!” Chaeyoung said while walking in as Ten walked, “oh are we interrupting something?” He chuckled, looking at Yuta being shirtless.

“Chaeng, are you alright?” You said, walking up to her as she nodded while smiling.

“Mmm, thanks for coming with me today.” Chaeyoung expressed and bowed slightly, “anyways how much do I owe you, Osaka Prince?” She asked, opening her wallet as she pulled out her credit card. “Forget about it, and just get Y/N to take me on a date,” Yuta said while smirking as he stretched. “Ehh?” You exclaimed surprisedly and stared at him.

“Deal.” She giggled as you looked at her, “hey Chaeng! That’s not fair!” Chaeyoung filled in her address, ID, and number.

“Just kidding. It’s 80,000₩, but I’ll make it half-price because you brought this cutie pie along with you.” Yuta said, looking at you as he entered the payment on the cash register. “But really, thanks a lot Yuta. They came out just as I had expected them.” Chaeyoung said, using her credit card before looking at her arm. “You’re welcome. Be sure to avoid direct sunlight on them, and here take this too.” Yuta said, handing her a moisturizer as she accepted it.

“Hey Babe, I just finished getting my tats done,” Chaeyoung answered her phone, speaking to Jungkook. “Wanna go and get boba, Y/N?” Yuta asked, looking at you. “Umm, sure thing. But only if the others join us too…” You stated, folding your arms as you walked out of the room.

“Yo what’s up,” a blonde-haired guy said, walking inside as he greeted Ten. “Nothing much just finished making Chae’s tattoos, how is it going, Yukhei?”

“Ah Yukhei, what’s up?” Johnny said, smiling as he did a small handshake. “Oh that’s nice, well, I was just nearby and thought I’d say hi.” He chuckled, his smile was warm and bright.

“Who’s this lady?” Yukhei looked over at me as you bowed, “hello, my name is Miyoshi Y/N. I’m Chaeyoung’s friend and roommate.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Yukhei.” He bowed and smiled when you suddenly felt an arm around you. “Don’t flirt with Miyoshi. She’s mine, Yukhei.” Yuta said, pulling you closer as you could hear his heartbeat. “Ehh, Yuta? What are you saying?” You mumbled looking at him in confusion as Yuta stuck his tongue out.

“Ooh, so Yuta got a girlfriend now? Congrats.” Yukhei said, raising an eyebrow as he clapped. “What? N-no, you got it all wrong me and Yuta aren’t dating!” You yelled out flustered.

“What’s going on here?” Chaeyoung walked out as her eyes widened, “omg, Yukhei! Welcome back!” She ran and hugged him, “thanks, Chae. It’s nice to see you and your new tats too.” He chuckled as she showed off her arms.

You looked up at Yuta and naturally made eye contact with him, his arm was still around you.

Yuta’s warmth was so comforting and safe…

“Put a shirt on already, you pervert!” You said flusteredly, looking away as he chuckled. “Right, let’s go and get some Boba everyone,” Yuta said, putting on his shirt. “I’ll watch the store, you guys better not forget my order!” Ten said in a joking manner as Johnny nodded and laughed, “don’t worry, we won’t forget this time,” Chaeyoung put on her leather jacket.

So it was finally Saturday evening, this party had been on your mind the whole week. Although you were hesitant to attend it at first, you were happy that Chaeyoung convinced you to tag along.

“Hey, Chaeng… Don’t you think my outfit’s a bit too revealing?” You asked. “What? No, come on Unnie, you look so stunning!” You were wearing that black leather miniskirt, a hot pink top, black stockings, and a mesh-sleeve blouse underneath. “Besides, we’re kinda matching! I’m wearing a silver top with black leather pants,” she said, turning around with her arms in the air. “Anyways, Somi’s there, I’ll just go and look for Jungkook,” Chaeyoung said, walking away as she waved to her.

“Wow, Y/N-Unnie, you look so incredibly sexy!” Somi exclaimed as you blushed a little, “thank you Somi, you also look super pretty in that yellow dress.” She giggled as she waved to the guys approaching us, “ah, if it isn’t Y/N?” Johnny said, holding a glass of beer as you bowed, “hi Johnny,” you rubbed your arm awkwardly, “it’s good to see you.” He shook your hand as he introduced you to his friend, “hi, the name’s Mark, nice to meet you, Y/N. You look pretty” You waved and shook Mark’s hand, “thanks, nice to meet you too, Mark.” Somi suddenly grabbed a hold of Mark’s hand, “come on, Mark. Let’s dance, woo!” She giggled as she threw her hands in the air.

God… This is getting kind of overwhelming… Maybe, I should get a drink. You walked over to get a virgin Pina Colada. You watched Chaeyoung dance with Jungkook, it seemed like the others had a lot of fun too, and then you noticed him.

Nakamoto Yuta’s also here?

He looked at you and smiled. You looked away shyly, you looked around everywhere hoping to see Bryce but it seemed he was nowhere to be found. You drank your drink and let out a deep sigh as Chaeyoung surprised you from behind, “Chaeng! You scared me!” Somi and she giggled, “come on, what are you doing here sulking all alone, let’s dance!” They pulled you as they danced with you, Yuta looked over at you and chuckled as he danced smoothly.

You looked over when you noticed Bryce walk inside, you smiled happily and ran towards him, “oh looks who decided to come,” Chaeyoung said in her annoyed voice, “ah it’s Bryce,” Jungkook said, they all looked at the two of you.

You hugged Bryce and kissed him when he looked at you up and down, “Bryce, you’re here, I was waiting so long but you finally came!” You smiled, holding onto his shoulders. Yuta watched the two of you talking as he clenched his hands in jealousy. “Tch, what a show-off.”

“Why are you dressed like that?” Bryce stared at you, almost as if he was disgusted by your outfit. “What… Don’t you like the way I look tonight?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he looked away. “You look so slutty, this type of outfit isn’t your taste,” Bryce walked away from you as he went outside to smoke.

You clenched your hand in frustration as you closed your eyes.

Maybe you should head home and change, Bryce’s right. This outfit isn’t you after all…

You walked away fast, wiping the small tears that had formed, “I think that bastard made her cry,” Yuta voiced angrily, “that asshole…” Chaeyoung sneered as Jungkook held her back, he tried to follow you, “I’ll go comfort her.” You went inside the women’s bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Why…? Why would Bryce say such a horrible thing?

You wiped your tears away and splashed some water into your eyes. Everyone else said you looked stunning. You took one final look at yourself and shrugged your shoulders. You felt beautiful in that outfit, a bit revealing but it was a nice chance for once.

There’s nothing wrong with trying something new after all…

You walked out as Yuta approached you, “hey, are you okay?” You looked at him and nodded, “thanks… I’m fine, did Chaeng send you over?” He shook his head, “no, you looked upset so I ran after you, did he say something mean to you?” You wanted to tell him the truth but you ended up shaking your head and not looking into his eyes.

“Y/N, you look incredibly beautiful tonight in that outfit,” Yuta complimented you when your cheeks blushed red. For once, you felt relieved at this party. Yuta’s words comforted you and made you feel confident. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you smiled, looking at him.

“These two look much more like a better couple,” Somi said, watching you, “I know right?” Chaeyoung agreed, holding Jungkook’s hand. “I think Yuta might be crushing on Y/N,” Johnny said bluntly. “What? No way, Yuta-Hyung and Y/N? Doesn’t she already have a boyfriend?” Mark wondered, “Yuta seems to always fall for women that are already taken,” Jungkook said.

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A/N: I apologize for any incoming grammar errors, it’s literally almost 3:00 AM as I post this 💀 I’ll fix it tomorrow hopefully, so enjoy! I think I’ll make a masterlist once I’ve posted chapter 4, I wanna see if you guys like this fanfiction so far.

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Polarity

Chapter Eleven

Masterlist

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 6.8k words

chapter genre: fluff, smut

chapter warning: language, lots of kissing, MC has low self-esteem issues, mention of sexual abuse (please see past chapters), trauma, sex talks, female masturbation, horny MC, a little backstory, blood, oral-male receiving

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You were tired. 

Your body ached and you don’t know why. Is it because of what you and Yuta did last night? Wait, you didn’t do anything. You were just lying in bed while he does all the action. So why are you so tired?  

Yet your body felt very tired. 

Maybe because you didn’t have the right sleep last night. You thought you’ll sleep soundly in Yuta’s arms but the words he said before you drift off to sleep only made you awake. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

The L word. The words you never dreamed he’ll say to you. 

Your stomach felt warm as he hugged you from the back, his hand slipping on your waist. You quickly closed your eyes, pretending to sleep. “You’re not a dream,” He released a relieved sigh before kissing the back of your head. “You’re really here with me.” Is he talking to himself? Or talking to you? Does he know that you’re awake? “I wish every day would be like this.” 

This feels so surreal. He’s a handsome man, a man who holds the power. He’s everything you wish for in a person and someone that you can’t resist. It’s no wonder that you fell for him. But why would this overly-attractive man fall for you? Is there a moment, an encounter with Yuta, that would make him fall for you? 

This is a fairytale. A dream. 

And you need to wake up from this dream. 

You opened your eyes but the warmth of his touch still lingers on your skin. Even if you look at it in any way, he’s real. He’s not a dream. 

You turned around to face him, moaning sleepily. He giggled before landing a soft peck on your lips. “Good morning,” Yuta greeted with a smile. “Did you have a nice sleep?” Is he teasing you? When you have a sleepless night like this all because of him? You nodded and he kissed you once again, earning a giggle from you. Will every day be like this? 

He leaned in to kiss you, your hands threading on his hair. When you let go of the kiss, you smiled. “Why did you dye your hair blonde?” You didn’t even know why you asked that question that early morning but it’s bugging you. He looks different with blonde hair. “You look better in dark-colored hair.” 

Yuta took a strand of his hair, looking at it. “Because Johnny said you don’t like guys in black hair.” You blinked in surprise. He remembered that? He changed his hair because of that? “I thought that was the reason why you never notice me.” 

“What?” You asked, not believing what you were hearing. Is it this early that your ears are picking up weird statements from him? 

“You always talk to Jaehyun and Mark first. You call them by their name, you call them when you’re in trouble.” You could feel your heart squeezing in your chest. Is this the mafia boss’ version of jealousy? Why is Yuta so adorable like this? “Then your tall childhood friend came and I felt threatened, I might really lose you.” 

Could you survive every day like this? With all the heart-wrenching confessions and sweet words? And this early in the morning? Yuta might give you a heart attack.

Then it occurred to you. The consequences of what you both did last night. You just ran away with him. You didn’t tell Johnny anything, didn’t even inform Sophie. Your eyes widened in surprise. Sophie. “Oh no, Sophie is going to kill me.” You exclaimed, sitting up on the bed and frantically looking around. You didn’t bring anything. You left your purse in Johnny’s car. “Shit, I have to…” 

“I already called Sophie,” You stopped and stared at him. “I also informed Johnny that we’re together.” How? He has Sophie and Johnny’s number? Yet you don’t have any contact with Yuta. Why is he getting jealous when you call Mark or Jaehyun when you’re in trouble when you don’t know how to contact him? “I think it’s Johnny’s flight to Chicago today. I’ll drive you to the airport.” 

“You don’t have to,” Then realized that you literally have nothing. You can’t even go home in your dress and soiled underwear. Why is your life this pathetic? “I think I’ll go home first.” 

Yuta sat up and you were now facing each other, he held your cheeks while smiling warmly at you. “I’ll get you a change of clothes then drive you to the airport.” He doesn’t have to do that. “Don’t leave just yet. I want to spend some more time with you.” 

If this is the mafia boss’ way of being clingy then your heart might really not make it. 

—-

You were astonished once again when the man from last night parked the car in front of a posh-looking boutique with a huge marquee of its name. A name you only heard from the hostesses in the nightclub. You remembered liking a lilac dress that Aeri wore and she mentioned that it was from this shop, a gift by her patron since she cannot buy anything from here. 

The ladies and men in uniform bowed when Yuta came inside, holding your hand. From the interior itself, you can easily claim that this is an expensive thing. Is Yuta really that filthy rich? “Just get anything you want,” Yuta claimed then kissed the back of your palm. You nodded just as a lady in uniform introduced herself as your personal shopper. “I’ll just check something upstairs.” 

You were just standing there, in your braless off-shoulder dress and Yuta’s coat from last night. You didn’t bother wearing the soiled underwear and you wanted to change immediately. “Do you have any preferences, madam?” The woman asked that startled you. Madam? “I’m sorry, do you want me to call you Lady Nakamoto?” A gasp escaped your lips. 

You shook your head. You didn’t have to smile that wide just because of that name. “You can call me Y/N.” 

“I’m sorry but some of the mafia boss’ wives don’t want to be called by their names…” Again Y/N, you don’t have to be that happy. You’re not even Yuta’s wife. Not even his girlfriend. He just said he loves you but there’s no label in this relationship. What are you, even? “I’m sorry.” 

You waved your hand, shaking your head. She doesn’t need to apologize that much. “I think I need to change into comfortable underwear first.” She smiled then nodded. Obviously, she had tended to other customers who had the same problem as yours since she doesn’t seem fazed by it.

The dresses on display were so pretty but it was too much. You can’t imagine wearing something like this every day. It is well-fit for parties and social gatherings. You’re more comfortable wearing jeans but since they only have skirts, you settled on one that reaches your knee. You also picked a white sweatshirt from their last season’s collection since it’s cheaper. The woman guided you in the hallway and into a series of doors where you can change but your feet didn’t move. 

The last time you were inside the dressing room something bad happened to you. If not for Yuta, you might have been sexually abused at that time. The thought of coming inside a dressing room made you scared. What if a person is inside one of the rooms? “Miss Y/N,” the woman in uniform called and you only nodded. “Are you alright?” You tried to nod but your hand was shaking while holding the door handle. 

It must have been a long time since you were standing in front of the door since Yuta can already be seen walking in the hallways towards you. He changed his black dress shirt to a ragged white sweater. It was the first time seeing Yuta in light-colored clothes and he looks like an angel. Shining so bright. “Hey,” he greeted. “Is there something wrong?” 

This is such a small thing so why is it such a big deal for you? Mark finished that man off. You heard the gunshot. You shouldn’t be scared. But the vivid image of the man’s wicked smile while removing the buttons of your blouse doesn’t leave your mind. “Can you come with me inside?” You asked in a soft voice, embarrassed so you just focused on the ground. 

Without any word, he took the clothes you chose from the woman in uniform and opened the door for you. His smile was mischievous at first when he placed the clothes on the small table inside which changed into a frown at your lack of action. “Y/N, are you alright?” You breathed heavily before nodding, taking a step inside the small room with a wall-length mirror on one side. Yuta noticed it and then walked in front of you, “Get changed. I’ll guard the door.” 

You were facing the mirror as you removed the dress from your body. You can easily see Yuta facing the door, avoiding to turn to your way. “Last night…” He started that made you stop wearing the knee-length denim skirt. “Did I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, you didn’t.” Maybe you were too blinded by pleasure and his gentle touches. Or it was probably your intense yearning for Yuta. From the reflection, you saw him exhale as if relieved. “I’m sorry.” You whispered after putting on the sweatshirt you took. 

Yuta took a quick glance then smiled reassuringly after seeing that you’re all changed. He shook his head, “I’m sorry. I think I was forcing myself on you too much, making you uncomfortable.” But you aren’t anything near uncomfortable with him. You weren’t even awkward with him even if he already saw you naked. “If ever I made you uncomfortable in any way, don’t be scared to tell me.” You nodded which made him smile once again. 

It was such an intense feeling. A foreign feeling growing inside you. You feel calm. At peace. A calmness that you wanted to stay with you forever. Maybe this is the chance to assess what your relationship is. “Give me your hand,” He claimed and you followed him, stretching your hand to his palm up. He placed a phone on your palm, “I’m the only one who knows this number.” He’s giving it to you? Then he placed the same gold card on top of the phone, “This is the key to the penthouse.” 

“Why are you giving these to me?” 

He held your free hand, the other hand rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I want you to call me whatever happens. If you need anything, you know where to find me.” The cogs in your brains started whirring. This is too much. Isn’t Yuta trusting you too much? “Just tell me whatever you want and I’ll give it to you. Just don’t give up on me.”

Yuta must have been hurt a lot. You don’t have any idea what happened to his parents but the death of his brother is tragic enough. Even Kyoko, who chose another man over him, is heartbreaking. And just like you, he might have needed the reassurance he needs. “I love you, Yuta." 

He held your waist, placing his forehead on yours. “God,” he called which made you giggle. Why is he suddenly calling for the divine being? “How can I get so lucky to be loved by you?” His words made you swoon. A man with a high status such as him acting like a lovesick person for someone like you is beyond what your mind could conjure up. “You are so beautiful.” You are definitely living in a fairytale. 

“And I’m glad I’m the first person to see you like this,” Yuta whispered. You only raised an eyebrow at that. “An upper hand from Johnny Seo.” 

Another giggling fit escaped your lips, “You do have an upper hand.” You started before tiptoeing to place a quick kiss on his lips. “You are the one I love.” 

—

The airport seemed too crowded and it confused you on how Yuta knew where to find Johnny. The last time you were here, you almost went to Johnny’s but Yuta stopped you. Now, the idea only made you laugh. 

“I hope Sophie doesn’t get mad at you,” the taller guy claimed, handing you your purse. “I felt bad that you ditched me last night.” 

You pouted. “I’m sorry,” You lightly glanced at Yuta standing a few feet away from you. “Things happened.” 

Johnny ruffled the top of your head, smiling charmingly. “Well, I’m happy you chose your own happiness.” He crouched down so that his face is a few centimeters away in front of you. “I just wish that Yuta would give you the happiness you truly deserve.” You blinked in surprise. What does he mean by that? It felt positive but the way he said that sentence made you think otherwise. 

You only felt someone pulling you away from Johnny and your back is now leaning on someone’s chest. “Your flight is already boarding, Johnny Seo.” Yuta claimed, smiling teasingly. 

“Good luck with this jealous freak, little kitty cat.” The other guy exclaimed, grinning. He spread his arms wide and you reached out to give him a hug. “I’ll contact you about your dad.” His fingers casually thread on your hair. “Always remember that I’m just a call away, Y/N.” You nodded. 

“Johnny, your flight.” Yuta reminded and you bit your lip to prevent from giggling at that. You only felt Johnny kiss the top of your head before you were once again pulled back by Yuta, his eyes glaring at the taller guy. You remembered crying a lot when he first said goodbye to you. Your first friend. The person who became a mother to you when you needed that particular person in your life. Yuta slipped his arm on your waist, “Are you alright?” 

Somehow, you felt a lot stronger now. You are just smiling at the person you used to call ‘Mother’, waving at him enthusiastically. You didn’t even shed a tear even if you weren’t sure when you can see him again. 

Mother. Johnny was right. Sophie best fits that nickname now. 

You smiled, “I suddenly miss Sophie.” 

The ride back to Sophie’s place was a little short. Yuta was busy talking to someone on the phone and you heard that he’s meeting another mafia boss for lunch. To be honest, you still haven’t wrapped up your head on what a mafia boss does. You know they get into violent fights a lot but where did they get all the money they have? Isn’t it illegal? Will you get in trouble if you remain to be this close to a mafia boss? 

The car stopped in front of your apartment building but you waited for Yuta to finish his call. During the whole car ride, he was holding your hand and playing with your fingers. “Thank you for driving me home,” You claimed then thanked the driver as well. “I will…”

“I’ll walk you upstairs,” Yuta claimed, putting down his phone and lightly glanced at the driver who went out of the car and opened the door for him. What? He doesn’t need to do that. He has a lunch meeting and he’ll be late if he doesn’t leave now. Yet, he was already opening the door on your side of the car and lending a hand for you to take. 

It was awkward. Your palms are sweaty from all the hand-holding but he kept his hold on you as you walked to the elevator. “You don’t have to walk me up.” 

Once inside, he pulled you closer. “I want to spend as much more time with you.” He held your cheek with his free hand, placing his lips on you. “I don’t know when I can see you again. When I can kiss you like this again.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me just indulge in you for a while.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, parting your lips to let his tongue enter your mouth. How many times have you kissed? But you can’t get enough of him. This is bad. You’re getting addicted to Yuta Nakamoto. The elevator opened but you’re still in his warmth. Yuta was right. You don’t know when you’re going to see him again. Doesn’t know when you’re going to be in his arms again. You should maximize all the time you have with each other. The elevator door closed but you were still in his arms, kissing his lips. 

—--

Sophie has her arms crossed, glaring at you sternly. She’s really such a mom. “I’m sorry,” You whispered, rubbing your hands to apologize to her. “I left my phone so I can’t call you.” You explained then sighed, “And I should have called you last night. I thought I’m going to die.” 

She raised an eyebrow then smiled mischievously. “So you spent the night with Yuta Nakamoto and he kissed you goodbye after bringing you home,” she started. Yuta already explained the situation to her when she opened the door for the two of you. She remained stoic that he only kissed your goodbye, promising that he’ll call you. “Is he good in bed?” 

You gasped at the direct question but she only slapped your arm, teasing you that you shouldn’t be innocent since something clearly happened between you and Yuta. Is it that obvious? “I don’t know,” You answered quietly then continued, “But I felt that...” She raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You know that pleasurable body-shaking release.” 

“Oh, my God! He gave you an orgasm.” She shouted, repeatedly slapping your arm. “Is he big?” It was your turn to give her a confused look. Big? “The innocent attitude isn’t fitting now that your virginity is taken.” Oh. That. “I’m so proud…” 

“He didn’t remove his pants.” Sophie’s eyes widened in surprise. “He said he’ll take care of it.” 

“And you just let him?” She screamed against your ear. Why is she so loud? And why is this conversation so embarrassing? She hit you with a throw pillow that made you hiss in pain. Why is she hitting you so much? “He gave you an orgasm and you didn’t do anything for him? How stupid!” 

But what are you even supposed to do? You don’t even know what to do for him at that time. Can you even repay the pleasure he gave you? “What should I do?” 

“Jerk his cock off, suck him off.” Huh? “Bite his head off.” What? “Next time you’ll meet, make sure that you give him a mind-blowing experience, Y/N.” You’re now suddenly dreading to see him. Are you even ready for this? And what if you cannot give him that mind-blowing experience? Will he leave you? Will that be the last time you’ll feel that body-shaking orgasm? “Wait, so how did he give you an orgasm if he didn’t penetrate you?”

“His fingers,” Then in a soft voice, “His tongue.” 

Sophie gasped and then screamed, slapping your arm once again. “God damn it! You are a lucky bitch.” 

A bitch. That was what you feel now. A female dog always waiting for her master. A female dog wagging her tail when his master gives her attention. Yuta called that night, asking how you were or what were you doing. You were just lying on the bed and he just whispered that he wanted to be in the same bed as you. His voice was low, erotic. That you started touching yourself. 

The warmth of his lips is still imprinted on your body. The feel of the rough pad of his fingers, as they caress your skin, makes your body blaze as if in fire. Your fingers trailed the same path as what Yuta did last night, from your neck, shoulder, breasts, and down to your stomach. Breathing heavily, you dipped your finger south. Your forefinger circled your clit before two fingers entered your wet folds. "Y/N, are you there?" His voice whispers your name against your ear, earning your body the pleasure that you are so familiar with. A moan escaped your lips as you loudly heard the squelching sound your fingers made, along with the light giggle from the phone. "Naughty Y/N. Do you like that?" 

You bite your lips, turning around so that you are stomach-flat on the bed. Your face buried on the pillow as you released a throaty scream when you wet yourself. The orgasm, you've done it to yourself. Although it's not as intense as what Yuta gave you, it's still there. "Did you enjoy that?" You forgot that Yuta was still on the phone with you. Why are you so blinded by pleasure? “I wish I was there to watch you.” 

You are a bitch. A bitch in heat for this man. 

The dirty doings transcend to your dreams that you always wake up feeling bothered, hot, and horny. Truly, a bitch. You were never like this before and it’s making you crazy. You wanted to feel that intense pleasure again but Yuta just messaged that he's heading to Shanghai for a week. To ease the heat you were feeling, you started watching porn which is out of character for you. You watched diligently how to pleasure yourself and how to send a man into his own orgasm, as Sophie suggested. 

It was weird that you felt guilty for thinking erotic thoughts about the man you had an intimate moment with, especially seeing his niece. It was a feeling you had before, when you thought she was his daughter. But Momo was only smiling at you, excited to see you. Miss Han was just behind her, watching over the younger girl as she selected orange flowers. "And Yuta told me to get you a white lily." You smiled then took the flowers she chose, arranging them in a bouquet. 

"Do you miss Yuta?" Momo asked but you only smiled timidly. You do. But who are you to ask for his time when you knew he was busy? "I miss him and Uncle Mark whenever they leave abroad," She claimed then fiddled her thumbs, continuing in a soft voice. "I wish they wouldn't leave anymore." You only pursed your lips at that. 

"I wish they wouldn't get hurt that much." 

The lover of a mafia boss. Sophie teasingly calls you that. Sooner or later, as she claims, you're going to run the mafia like the lady of the house. The mafia boss' wife. Even the store employees from when you purchased clothes called you that. But what does it take to be associated with the mafia? What does it take to be dating a mafia boss? 

You cannot just give him pleasure sexually, you need to do your part to help him. Momo is worried that they would get hurt. But what exactly are they doing in Shanghai that would hurt them? You wished Yuta would just call you and assure you that he is still alive. You need to know what you should do to stop these worrying thoughts. 

If only you could talk to a mafia boss' wife. 

But the only mafia boss' wife you know is Kyoko and you didn't have that great impression of each other. Who should you talk to? 

The struggle to find someone who you can talk to has brought you in front of Fortune Club. If there is one person who might know things about the mafia world, that would be the owner of this club. Mama. 

It feels weird to be the customer and not the waitress in the club. The girls are happy to see you and excited for a quick chat but the busy night prevented them from doing so. Lexi was walking to her regular when you met eyes and she gave you a raise of an eyebrow. "Mama is in her office, ready to see you." One of the bouncers claimed and you followed him to the homey office which smells of tea. Mama was all smiles at you, asking you to sit down. 

You don't know what to do right now. You don't even know why you went here in the first place but she made sure that you can feel that you're welcomed in the club you once worked at. "I'm glad you visited. I was worried about you," She started while pouring a green liquid into teacups. But her statement startled you. Worried about you? "Do you miss him?" 

Honestly, you don't know what you're feeling right now. You don't miss him that much. You were just starting this - you weren't sure if you could call it a relationship - so you didn't know what to expect. You weren't talking much to each other even before, why would that change now that you two were more open to your feelings for each other? "I think I'm more worried." You confessed, holding the teacup with both your hands and watching the smoke coming up from the warm tea. "I don't know what this is. I don't even know what I should do, Mama." 

She gave you an assuring smile. "Y/N, you have to understand that a mafia boss is prone to danger. You might be seeing him now but you're not sure what will happen later." She claimed. "That is the hardest factor in your relationship with him." 

You sighed heavily. It is. Maybe that's why you're more worried about this. You don't know when you can see Yuta again. If you can even see him again. Maybe that was why Momo said those things. 

Mama sipped her tea, "So what are you and Yuta now?" You shrugged, you haven't labeled anything from what you have. You weren't sure if you can call yourself Yuta's girlfriend now. A lover perhaps? “Did he at least tell you that he’s crazy about you?” Wait, how did Mama know about that? “He kept coming back here and asking me what he was feeling about you. I think that kid loves you.” 

“He did say he loves me.” 

The surprise in her reaction confused you. Does she not expect that much from Yuta? “He did?” She sipped on her tea once again. “He didn’t even say that word to Kyoko and just asked her to marry him.” He did? But why are you surprised? He did mention that he found out about love because of you. “You might really be the real thing for him.” 

Does she know Yuta so well that she assumed those things? Does she not like Yuta confessing to you? Are they perhaps ex-lovers? “Mama, are you and Yuta…” You trailed off, not sure on what word to use. Yet you knew she understood you when she laughed wholeheartedly while shaking her head. 

“He’s like a son to me.” She cleared up, “You see, I was his father’s lover.” You almost dropped the teacup at the revelation. His father’s lover? The older woman smiled at you. “ When their mother died in the hospital, their father was with me. His brother loathed me for that but Yuta was the only one who said that their father can’t do anything even if he’s in the hospital.” Her voice was quieter as if reliving that time, thumb fiddling with the rim of the teacup. “I’ve always thought that kid would do great things in the future.” 

“His father’s lover?” You repeated, “When their mother died, you didn’t marry him?” 

Mama leaned on her chair, smiling. “I’ve always known that I’m not meant to be a mafia boss’ wife.” But she’s already his lover. Is there a difference between the two? “Y/N, being the wife requires great courage and sacrifice. A mafia boss gets hurt a lot, his life is always on the line. And once you hold the mafia last name, you are also susceptible to that danger.” Of course. That made perfect sense. “As a wife, you are expected to wait for him. You have to experience all the anxiousness of your husband being dead or alive. You have to experience being worried that someone might take you or kill you that instant.” 

She leaned in, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her clasp hands. “If you’re just his lover, you aren’t expected to wait for him. You’re free from all the anxiousness, all the nervousness.” She narrated and you nodded. It does make sense. “You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.”  

In some ways, the talk with Mama had made something clear in you. The stark difference between being just a lover and being the mafia boss’ wife. You weren’t sure on what path you and Yuta will head to but it only made you more worried about what might happen in the future. If he did just want you to be his lover, does that mean he had to find himself a different wife? And if he asks you to be his wife, is he going to find a lover? You shook your head, Yuta isn’t like that. He loves you. You have to accept what he gives you and be grateful for that. You have to make every little moment count the next time you meet. 

But will you ever meet again? 

Something in your bag vibrated that startled you. Quickly, you took the phone Yuta gave you and stared at the screen revealing his name. You have never clicked the green button that quickly and answered an over-excited hello. “Hi, love.” It was Yuta. “Are you outside? Where are you?” 

Somehow his voice is breathless. “I’m heading home from Mama’s place.” 

“I’ll ask someone to pick you up and bring you here in the apartment.” 

Wait. He’s back? “I can take a cab to go there.” You whispered and quickly glanced around for any sign of taxi cabs. “Are you alright?” 

“I just want to see you.” He whispered, followed by a loud gasp. He doesn’t sound alright. “I miss you.” You didn’t realize how much you missed him after listening to his voice. 

“I miss you, too.” 

It was a short ride to the luxurious building. The cab driver was eyeing you weirdly and you grew nervous. Is this what Mama said about being in danger? Does he know that you’re going to a mafia boss? Maybe you should have just said yes to Yuta’s offer to pick you up. Luckily, the doorman of the building was at your aid. You thanked him after paying the driver and he even told you to use the VIP elevator, followed by the name ‘Mrs. Nakamoto’. Mrs. Nakamoto? And how did he know that you’re meeting Yuta? 

That didn’t matter much as you entered the penthouse and saw blood droppings on the floor. “Yuta?” You called while removing your shoes and you only heard a soft voice coming from the living room area. Once you turned the corner of the receiving area, following the trail of blood drops, you saw a lot of blood-soaked gauze on the floor. Yuta was sitting on the couch, medicine to clean wounds on the table in front of him. “What happened?” He was pulling a thread from his skin to close the wound on his right abdomen. 

“It’s nothing.” It doesn’t even look like nothing. But his face isn’t even showing pain. Even the way he stitched up his own wound seemed too professional. “It’s a small slash.” 

A small slash? Yet, he needed to stitch it up? Is he too used to getting hurt that this seemed nothing to him? “Do you need any help?”       

He smiled, shaking his head. “Just seeing you here is enough.”   

'You just need to accept what he gives you and don’t have to give something in return.' It’s not like you don’t want to give him something in return. But what can you honestly give him when he has everything and you have nothing? Maybe, like Mama, you aren’t fit to be a mafia boss’ wife. 

He cut up the thread and covered the wound with gauze. Maybe you should learn how to do that and help him next time. “You should let Jaehyun see that wound.” 

Yuta shook his head, putting the medicine in the kit. “This will heal. Jaehyun would just tell me things I already know.” But isn’t it better to ask for a professional’s help in this matter? You helped him keep the things he used. “He only has the license but I still top him in class.”  

It sounded like a brag but what surprised you is he was in the same class as Jaehyun. “You’re supposed to be a doctor?” You asked, blinking at the idea. He nodded, laughing at your surprised face. It answered one of the questions you have in mind. If he’s not a mafia boss, Yuta might have been a doctor. He might be working in a large hospital, wearing those white robes that add attractiveness to anyone. He’s in high society and you’re at the bottom, the same as now. There’s really no way you’ll meet each other that way.  

And somewhat you’re relieved that he became a mafia boss. 

“Are you that surprised?” He gestured for you to come sit beside him and you complied, leaving the medicine kit on the table. Once you were within his reach, he quickly wrapped you in his arms for a tight hug. “I missed you so bad.” He whispered, breath warm against your neck. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to hug you like this again. It scared me.” You realized that this would be the constant dilemma you and Yuta will have. The downside of being in love with a mafia boss. 

Mama was right. Love isn’t just enough. You need to sacrifice a lot of things to be with Yuta: not seeing your dad, the fear of not being enough for him, and the unsure future. And you need courage. 

The courage to stay with him whatever happens. The courage to always choose him. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug. “I love you, Yuta.” His hands removed your clasp on him before holding your cheeks to place a soft kiss on your lips. A needy kiss that you desperately crave. His tongue slipped between your lips. His warmth and dominance send flames into your body. 

His lips were red and swollen when he let go of you, breathing harshly while staring at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, I want you.” He whispered before he cursed once again. “But I can’t move much. Curse this wound.” 

You giggled at that before your fingers trailed on his bare chest. “Then, is it alright if I do something for you?” He looked confused before you gently kissed his chest. You have to give him that mind-blowing pleasure that he let you experience to return the favor. You need to put all your studying into action. You have to make Sophie proud. 

Curse words kept on coming out his lips as you trailed butterfly kisses on his chest. You gently sucked and licked his nipple which earned a low groan from him. A sexy sound like music in your ears. The way that his sounds were becoming louder as you head south of his torso gave you much confidence that you kneeled in front of him, parting his legs. “Y/N,” he called, “You don’t have to do this.” 

You stared at him, breathing harshly. “I want to.” 

“Fuck.” He leaned in to kiss your lips. “I love you so much.” You smiled before your shaking fingers undo the button of his pants and unzip his fly. Yuta’s eyes closed, which gave you a signal to continue what you were doing. 

Along with a groan coming out his lips as you pulled down his pants, a gasp escaped your lips. He’s big. You can now proudly tell Sophie that he’s bigger than the vibrator she uses. It’s weird how the other penises from porn look white or dark in color but Yuta’s look so red and throbbing as if it will explode. Wait, is he turned on already? But you haven’t done anything. 

You trailed your fingers on the vein of his cock and he bit his lip, jerking his hip up. You rubbed your forefinger on the tip and he let out a string of curses that made you smile. Either he’s mad or he probably likes it too much. You placed a soft kiss on his tip and a groan can be heard followed by your name yet you only focus on giving him the utmost pleasure you can give. You focused on his balls, licking and lightly sucking before your tongue went north to his shaft, stopping on the tip. 

You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while occasionally looking at Yuta's reaction. His eyes were closed, his chest heaving up and down, as silent whispers of your name escaped his lips. You only have seen that reaction in porn videos you currently watch, when a guy was on the verge of his release. Maybe you’re doing a good job. 

To further elevate his pleasure, you gently bit the tip of his throbbing cock and his eyes shot wide that instant. “Love, that hurts.” The pet name made your heart skip a beat in your chest. “Use less teeth.” But Sophie said to bite his head off. Is that metaphorical? You followed him by taking him once again in your mouth, gently letting the tip on your throat without gagging. His fingers thread on your hair as he thrusts his hip up. A sign that he likes it. You are indeed doing a great job. 

And that was further agreed upon when he started groaning in a low tone, calling your name as if chanting a prayer. “I’m cumming.” He warned, gently pulling your hair but resisting him by keeping his ock in your mouth and letting him spurt all his cum in your mouth. “Y/N, you don’t have to…” You gulped the slimy, salty goo in your mouth. “Swallow.” 

He stared at you in a mixture of confusion and astonishment. You read that guys love girls who swallow so you did. And it doesn’t taste that bad, but not that good either. It’s weird. That’s the only adjective you can think of. You wipe your lips from the drool and some remaining cum with the back of your fingers, his eyes still fixated on you. Surprise was all you can feel when he pulled you up and let you sit on his lap. You were even careful not to graze his wound but he only held you by the waist, staring at your eyes. The chocolate brown gaze makes your body melt. “That was amazing,” He complimented, earning a light blush on your cheeks. “Where did you learn all that?” 

You were ashamed of your actions. But you’ll feel more embarrassed if he thinks that you frequently do all these things to others so it’s better to come clean. “Porn,” You whispered, looking bashful as you said the following words. “I wanted to learn to give you an amazing orgasm.” Yuta giggled, pulling you close for a hug. You wanted to see his face, wanted to know his reaction.     

“You’re adorable, love.” He kissed the side of your neck. “Once this wound is healed, I’ll make sure you won’t be walking for weeks.” You gasped then stared at him wide-eyed. Isn’t that so sadistic? But why are you getting excited? 

A small smile played on your lips, “Then you should take care of yourself and let the wound heal quickly.” Yuta grinned like a young schoolboy. He looks so attractive like this. A different side from the scary mafia that the world sees. A side that only you can see. You wanted him to be happy, smiling like this, all the time. You are sure you’ll do everything to make him this happy.

Even if it costs you everything you have. 

“Y/N,” He called and you hummed in response. His eyes stared at yours. Chocolate brown eyes looking all so serious that you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Your breathing started to knock on your lungs as your heartbeat tenfold against your chest. You wanted him to smile, not to look all serious like this. 

The words coming out of his lips made your heart drop in your chest. 

The words you have been dreading to hear. 

“Marry me, Y/N.”

Chapter Twelve

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rq0UTOm by dvniseee seonghwa lovingly forces hongjoong to get rest after long studio sessions Words: 2552, Chapters: 4/20, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band), Stray Kids (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), ENHYPEN (Band), P1Harmony (Band), NCT (Band), SEVENTEEN (Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho's Mother (ATEEZ), Haku Shota | Soul, Kim Jongseob, Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Huening Kai, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Seo Changbin, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, Mark Lee (NCT), Suh Youngho | Johnny, Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Sunoo (ENHYPEN), Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN), Yoon Jeonghan, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa, Haku Shota | Soul/Kim Jongseob, Choi Soobin/Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin/Huening Kai, Lee Felix/Seo Changbin, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Suh Youngho | Johnny, Kim Sunoo/Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN), Bang Chan/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups/Yoon Jeonghan, Mark Lee/Nakamoto Yuta, Hwang Hyunjin/Yang Jeongin | I.N, Choi Soobin/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Park Seonghwa, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee/Nakamoto Yuta Additional Tags: Fluff, Dating, Crossover, Sleepy Cuddles, Kissing, Sexual Tension, angst if you squint, Multiple Pairings, Flirting, Short One Shot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rq0UTOm

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for him (m) | 02

after a year abroad, you think summer back home can’t get any better. then, a charming ginger boy catches your eye.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x reader (female)

genre: rich kids!au, fluff, angst, mature.

warnings: mention of low self-esteem and racism.

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Every summer, Jennifer’s parents spend two weeks in France to celebrate what they call their “annual honeymoon”.

Every summer, Jennifer throws a pool party while they’re away.

You’re supposed to be at her place at 10 AM to help her prep the space, but having stayed up late the night before, the annoying sound of the alarm does little to wake you up in the morning, Oliver doing so, instead.

You step into Jen’s patio exactly two hours later. She clicks her tongue at you, as if saying: “Finally!”.

Through the dark lenses of your sunglasses, you glance at her body as she approaches. The beautiful baby blue bikini she’s wearing fits her like a glove, as if it had been tailored with her in mind.

You’re used to feeling insecure whenever you’re around Jen. You know you shouldn’t, but you do.

It’s been this way since middle school, when one day the boys in your class rated the girls’ bodies from 1 to 10 on a piece of paper. You came second to last, while Jen’s name sat comfortably in first place.

“I know, I know.” You let out a sigh, allowing Jen to give you a tight hug. “I’m sorry.”

Johnny and Sooyoung wave at you from inside the pool and you wave back, walking to where the rest of your friends are. Wendy, who was sunbathing, sits beside you under the parasol. Victoria gets out of the pool and joins the group soon after.

Once settled on the lounger, you scan the space. Ten and Lucas are sitting on the edge of the pool with sunglasses on, swinging their legs in the water, immersed in what seems an intense conversation. Sooyoung and Johnny splash around as they try to drown each other, much to Yuta’s annoyance, who finds their game an obstacle to what he really wants: swim in peace.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but then, the switch in your mind flips: someone’s missing.

“Hey, where’s Chris?”

There’s a moment of silence where Wendy takes a sip of her lemonade, eye-siding Jen. “They argued yesterday.”

Your brunette friend looks away, missing your surprised expression. “Again?”

Chris’ parents are family friends, so you’ve known him for as far as you can remember. However, you had never interacted much until he became Jennifer’s first serious boyfriend.

Being an only child, Chris is expected to inherit his family’s wealth and business. If he’s famous for something, though, that’s his looks. You must admit he’s drop dead gorgeous. Of course, Jen wouldn’t settle for less.

Soon after they started dating, you realized that having a handsome partner had its drawbacks. Jennifer would whine in your group chat every week about how hard it was to stand girls checking him out, how some would go as far as to sneak papers with their phone numbers when she wasn’t looking.

Even if Chris politely rejected their approaches every time, Jennifer started to gradually get sick of the whole situation until, one day, it exploded.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“He’s a Greek statue come to life, Jen, of course he will be hit on!” Wendy says. “You’ve got to learn to cope.”

Jen rolls her eyes at Wendy’s words, a sign she’s getting angry.

“On what side are you on, exactly?”

“We aren’t picking sides.” You try to mediate, making a gesture to your blonde friend, asking for her sun cream. Having prepared your bag in a rush, you must’ve left yours at home. “I know it’s hard to watch people flirt with him all the time. But Wendy has a point, too. Being good-looking isn’t his fault, you know?”

You end your statement with a glance in Victoria’s direction, but the girl doesn’t say a word. She’s the type to not participate in debates like this.

“Exactly!” Wendy agrees, pointing at you. “Besides, he always rejects those advances. He would never hurt your feelings on purpose, Jen. He’s literally the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

“Talking about me, I see.”

You turn around to find Yuta standing behind you, soaked from head to toe. A water drop on the tip of his hair falls on his shoulder and you follow it as it slides down his chest and reaches his happy trail.

You fan yourself. Good thing it’s hot today. Otherwise, what would you blame the fire in your belly on? 

Jen chuckles as Yuta sits next to her, seeking protection from the aggressive sun. “Humble as always.”

“I thought I was the nicest boy you’ve ever met.” He shoves her with his shoulder, smiling. You’ve got the urge to look away. The fire in your belly is quickly replaced by an unsettling feeling you’re familiar with.

“After Chris.” Victoria finally speaks. “If that makes you feel better.”

“Not really, but I’ll get over it.” Yuta shrugs. “How come you’re still dry? It’s a pool party, ladies, come on!”

All your friends stand up, encouraged by his words and the terrible heat, and start walking to the pool. Except you. When Yuta notices, he gestures to you to join them.

“I’m not done.” You say, shaking the suncream bottle in the air.

“I’ll wait for you, then.”

“It’s fine.” He sits exactly where he was a few seconds ago. “Just go with the others.”

“Some more time in the shade never hurts.”

“So that’s why you’re here.” You find it hard to hide the disappointment in your tone. “You’ve fooled me. I thought you were a gentleman.”

Yuta leans back, his abs flexing as he speaks. He’s got such a tiny waist, adorned by a tattoo of a butterfly. You wonder if it carries any meaning.

“Oh, but I am.”

“I don’t believe it.” You finish extending the cream on your left arm. “You’ve hung around Ten for too long.”

“Other people’s personalities don’t change mine. I’m not Lucas.”

“Hey, don’t be mean to him.” You’re aware of the bad reputation that precedes Lucas. A drunk heart-to-heart conversation that happened before you went abroad helped you realize Lucas uses his behavior as a mask to hide his numerous insecurities. In a way, you can relate to that. Besides, being the youngest of five successful siblings makes him subject to his parents’ expectations, which tend to be unrealistic. And his brothers, far from supportive, are entitled assholes, straight-up bullies. No wonder he feels he has to act all tough to be taken seriously. “He’s a good kid.”

“Sorry, are we talking about the same person?” You’re about to defend Lucas again, but upon watching you struggle to apply the cream on your back, Yuta interrupts you before you can talk. “Do you need a hand?”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t think I’ll get sunburnt there, anyway.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Yuta grabs the bottle and sits right behind you, deaf to your words. At his insistence, you reach for your hair with trembling hands. Before you can even move it aside, he does so, his fingers brushing your back in the process.

You hold your breath at the sound of the cream coming out of the bottle. And then, his hands are on you.

You think your heart will jump out of your mouth and start running around the patio.

His warm palms delicately rub the cream into your skin, and you hope he doesn’t notice the goosebumps that bloom when he reaches the small of your back.

God, you’re so touch-starved it’s embarrassing.

You wonder if you’re tripping when Yuta takes a little longer to massage your shoulders. Trying to focus on anything else, your eyes land on Jen, who has joined Lucas and Ten by the edge of the pool. The bikini lets her flat stomach on display. Unconsciously, you suck in yours. She places her hair behind her shoulders as she laughs at something that Ten says.

Even her laugh sounds beautiful, everything about her is!

That must be why Yuta likes her so much.

You stand up, getting as far away from his hands as possible.

“I think that will do.” You say, eyes fixed on the floor, aware of how much you’ve just embarrassed yourself. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing.” His tone remains normal, but if you had looked at him, you would’ve seen him frown at the sudden mood change. Yuta leaves the bottle on the chair and follows you to the pool.

“About time you stopped playing handsies back there.”

You simply lift your middle finger at Ten, quickly making your way towards the staircase, hoping the water will hide your body from the rest.

It’s close to midnight and you’re on the verge of begging your parents to leave.

You’re celebrating the promotion of someone you don’t even know; drinking alcohol-free champagne, which you don’t even like that much; and bored Robinson Crusoe level.

Oliver and Noa left the moment they found their friends. Oli had invited you to join them, but you kindly refused, knowing that you would feel like a babysitter around his friends.

So, here you are, glued to your parents’ side, forced to listen to important conversations with important people, interested in neither.

Why have you been forced to come if your presence isn’t even going to be acknowledged? Your dad said it would be rude not to attend after a year abroad. What you understood was that they wanted to show you off, and the party seemed to be the perfect occasion.

You gulp the remains of your drink and leave the empty glass on the nearer table. You open your mouth, about to ask when you will be heading out when your dad’s name comes from the crowd.

“Jonathan!” He exclaims in surprise, shaking the hand of the man that appears in front of him. “Natalie! I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Well, we didn’t know you were coming!” Natalie, or what you call her out of respect, Mrs. Fulger, kisses your mother’s cheeks before addressing you. “You’re back from your trip! How was it, darling?”

You deliver a polite smile to the Fulgers, saying how the trip was “absolutely fantastic” and “a truly enriching experience.”

“You must be proud of her.” Mr. Fulger tells your parents, placing his big hand on his son’s shoulder. “Chris will take a gap year after graduating. One last taste of freedom before joining the company.”

The Fulger marriage laughs and your parents join them, and in less than a minute you’re back to being ignored, business taking over the conversation. You awkwardly stand beside your mom until you decide it’s enough.

“I’ll get something to drink.” You excuse yourself. “I’ll be back.”

“Chris will be enchanted to go with you.”

His father pushes him forward slightly. Chris gives you his signature charming smile before saying: “Of course.”

You make your way towards the bar immersed in an awkward silence. Of all people, you had to bump into him.

“Are you liking this party so far?” 

“I’m bored to death.”

“Me too.” You tap the bar counter with your long nails, laughing at his honest answer. “How’s life going?”

“Good, it’s good.” He looks around, playing with the glass he’s holding. “I’m in the training process to start working in my father’s company. He wants me to get familiar with the business and its processes before stepping in.”

There’s nothing worse than inheriting a position in a family business, but that’s just your opinion.

“You must be excited.”

“I am, yeah.” Chris nods, taking a sip of his drink. Even if you’re both trying hard to ignore the elephant in the room, Chris gives in first. “Have you talked to Jennifer, by the way?”

“She’s my best friend, Chris.”

He gives you a half-smile, only realizing now how stupid his question must’ve sounded.

“She won’t return my calls or my texts. She has blocked me on every social media, she doesn’t even want to see me! I don’t know where we stand right now.”

You’re not sure of what to answer, afraid you may say the wrong thing. One thing you know, though, is that even if you’ll always be loyal to Jen, you must admit she’s handling this whole thing terribly wrong.

“I’m sure it sucks.”

Chris genuinely laughs for the first time tonight.

“Yeah, a little.” You laugh at his irony-filled tone, too, and the atmosphere feels much lighter now. “Relationships are so fucking complicated. Don’t ever get into one.”

“I’ll be fine.” You say, taking a sip of the drink the waiter has just served you. “It’s not like there’s a long line of men dying to date me.”

“Now, that’s surprising.” 

Much to your delight, he’s too invested in his problem to notice how the blood has rushed to your cheeks.

A certain someone comes to your mind and with him a question you’re dying to ask.

“Please, don’t take this the wrong way.” Chris straightens his back, shoving a hand into the pocket of his suit pants, nodding. “Have you and Jen argued due to a… third person?”

It’s just like when people yell at a character to not go into the room where the killer awaits. But it’s just you in the cinema, screaming at yourself to stop talking.

“Of course not! What the fuck?” Chris’ blue eyes open wide in shock as he reaches for his phone. “Did she tell you that? Does she think I’m cheating?”

“No, Chris.” You place a hand on his arm in an attempt to stop him from texting Jen, who will murder you if she finds out you have planted a new suspicion in Chris’ mind. “God, I’m so stupid, I’m sorry. It was just a question! I swear-”

“Hey.”

You aren’t sure if you should celebrate or bury a hole in the floor and hide when Yuta appears out of thin air, his eyes falling on Chris’ arm, where your hand is. You quickly move it away, which is exactly what is needed to make everything look suspicious.

“Hi.” Chris greets, not interested in Yuta’s presence at all. His head is elsewhere now that you’ve completely fucked up. “I’m leaving, I need to call her.”

Chris disappears in the crowd before you have the chance to say goodbye, leaving you behind with Yuta, who raises an eyebrow at you.

“Um, what was that?”

Whatever he’s insinuating offends you terribly. Do you look like the type to steal your best friends’ guys?

“That was nothing.” You snap. “He’s Jen’s boyfriend.”

“Ex-boyfriend.”

“It’s a rough patch, they’ll end up getting back together.”

“Hopefully, they won't.” Your heart drops at his remark, but Yuta’s too busy looking in the direction Chris has disappeared, resting an elbow on the bar. “I hate that guy.”

Chris has always seemed kind and very down to earth. You wonder what could he have possibly done to gain Yuta’s resentment. To that question, you’ve got a theory. And you’d hate being right.

“I think he’s nice.”

“Oh, you think he’s nice?” Yuta snorts at your words. “You don’t know him that well at all, then.”

Yuta glances around the room, which allows you to scan him for a while. He looks really handsome in a suit. He reminds you of those vintage Hollywood stars.

“Why do you hate Chris? Is it because you like Jennifer?”

The question shocks you both. Again, you’re alone in the cinema begging yourself to just shut the fuck up.

“What?” He lets out a laugh of disbelief. “What does Jen have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know...”

“Oh, you do know. What have you seen that made you think that?”

Congratulations! You’ve just dug your own grave.

“Nothing in particular.” You answer, shrugging. “You seem to get along really well, now you hate her boyfriend...”

“First of all, I don’t like Chris because he’s a racist piece of shit. And I get along really well with Johnny, too. Do you think I want to fuck him, too?”

You can feel the color draining from your face.

“I don’t know what you like.”

If there’s something you’ve learned about Yuta, it’s that he’s the straightforward type. He’s unbothered and an expert when it comes to turning around the conversation to make it beneficial for him. He’s something like a mastermind, you’d say.

“Do you like me?”

“What?!” You shriek, trying to hide your shaky voice with a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“Why then would you ask me about Jen?” Yuta presses, tilting his head to the side. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m not! I was just curious!”

“You’re full of shit.” You’d be lying if you said you don’t find his smirk insanely attractive. “Just so you know, I wouldn’t mind. I would be very glad, actually.”

It’s at this point that your head starts spinning.

You see, you have never been confident. Out of the friend group, you’ve always been the shiest one. You don’t smile in pictures because you think your smile is ugly, and you don’t wear tight clothes because you hate your body.

You have had a single relationship in your life, at sixteen, and it crushed your self-esteem even further. A promise to yourself was made after that: no one would put you through that hell again.

Is that what Yuta is playing at? Making you believe he likes you just to laugh in your face once you take the bait?

He had seemed genuine when he defended you the night you met. Had it just been to give a good first impression?

You hold your purse tight, hold your head high.

“I hope the rest of your night goes well, Yuta.”

And you walk away with your dignity intact.

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NCT MARVEL AU

okay so like a couple months ago I posted that I really wanted to write an NCT MARVEL AU FF... I might have deleted it I honestly cant remember I also added other SM ARTIST as side/extra/antagonist characters in the plot and right now im currently debating if i wanna find more Marvel characters that I think fit Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan.. idk lmk. im still working on the first few chapters and the moodboards of all the characters but it's going to take a while and i've been working very slowly since i am currently in school and have a part time job because in this economy... oof a girl's really struggling. anyways here is a small draft (with no mood board sorry im still woking on it :( ) of which MARVEL Characters the NCT members are going to be portraying

Playlist: Villian by Key ft. JENO | Hero by Martin Garrix and JVKE | Wish you were here by SUPERM | more to be added!

Lee Taeyong as Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers)

okay so i actually considered Iron Man, Falcon, Captain America, and gamora in mind for Taeyong but Iron Man matched johnny a bit more because of his personality and jaehyun suited captain america more imo

taeyong still fits a character with a strong leadership role, cus i mean cmon NCT tired dad/leader-nim

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel is just tryna fit in and find herself/remember who she is and she finds out that she's a super powerfull highkey baddie and HELLO? Taeyong is that

she has a strong and emotional sense of leadership, willingness to help and protect others and like come on is that not tayeong???

she's (one of) the first avengers and asdfghjkl;

so yeah

carol danvers is a baddie

taeyong is a baddie

pErIoDt

Moon Taeil as Moon Knight (Marc Spector)

okay so like

this kinda just clicked? lmaoo i feel bad- well more like a geek but like MOON Taeil and MOONknight

i finished watching the MoonKnight series on Disney+ a while ago and loikeeee

Marc Spector is a hot SOB

steven grant asdfghjkl; dont get me started

oki tho im like lowkey debating if I want to include Marc's multiple personality but like he's not Moonknight with out steven soooo

might add a little twist to it

but Taeil gives me more Steven Grant vibes than Marc Spector ngl

he's a lil nervous anxious dork yknow?

did consider falcon and war machine for taeil though..

like tony and rhode's relatinship screams johnny and taeil LMFAOO

idk might make some changes...

Seo Youngho/Johnny Suh as Iron Man (Tony Stark)

cocky lil shit and a sexy ass mf

like tell me it doesn't make sense?

homie just wants to spend money and build suits

smart, hot, and rich? yes please

his wit and smart mouth

like imagine johnny "Jae (Cap) you've got a potty mouth"

tony has a heart(?)- there's proof LMFAOO

his sense of humor just screams johnny

had star lord (peter quill) in mind for him too

Nakamoto Yuta as Winter Soldier (James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes)

one intimidating bitch

but a highkey softie

gonna kick ur ass if u fuck with him or anyone he cares about

highkey mysterious

did consider hawkeye, war machine, and falcon for him tho

also considering changes in characters lmk what yall think too!

Qian Kun as Dr. Strange (Stephen Strange)

man can fly a plane

lmaoo sorry that literally has nothing to do with him being a doctor but tell me why in every goddamn MAFIA AU i read, he's the medic

his relationship with yangyang and ten remind me of dr. strange and wong lmfaoooo

lowkey a perfectionist/perfect man asdfghjkl

Kim Dongyoung/Doyoung as Dare Devil (Matt Murdock)

had hawkeye, war machine, and falcon in mind for him

war machine cause of his sense of duty and seriousness- and his relationship with johnny also reminds me of tony and rhodes

also thought about making him nebula (and falcon) cus of his relationship with taeyong

anyways matt murdock is a hot mf

a lawyer? yes please

doyoung likes to argue cus cmon 127 is always on his ass for no reason headahhh lmfaooo

ngl thought there were a lot a members and i did put some thought into this and he matched daredevil best imo

Li Yongqin/Ten as Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

bad bitch right here

assassin, bad bitch

have you seen the way he moves?

have you seen the way she moves?

no words, no explanation, it just is and it just makes sense

like fr let's argue

IM JP don't come at me

had hawkeye in mind for him too

Jung Yoonoh/Jaehyun as Captain America (Steve Rogers)

america's ass

like cmon manz representative emoji is a peach

can't really put my finger on it either

like maybe it the masculinity (not meant negatively tho!) and altruism in the both of them(?)

both hot as fuck for no reason

other characters that i think suited him were falcon, winter soldier, (kind of) hawkeye, and black panther

Dong Sicheng/Winwin as Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

oki so i did have black widow in mind for him

and if im being honest it was kind of hard to settle with hawkeye for him

winwin is someone is focused and serious much like clint barton

i mean cmon man was a dancer and that shit takes dedication and patience

like learning how to use a bow and arrow

also had vision in mind for him too

when i first started to get into NCT winwin kind of came off as a timid person, and he's not really affectionate so it kind of screamed vision vibes

Kim Jungwoo as Quick Silver (Pietro Maximoff)

his cute lil personality

"bet you didn't see that coming?" ackkkk

is a caring sweetheart

like pietro wants nothing but for his sister to be happy and protected

jungwoo makes his members happy

Wong Yukhei/Lucas as Thor

okay so like NCT 2018 Halloween special kind of took over

personality wise, lucas and thor are kind similar(?)

like their sense of humor

thor is lowkey the most laid back avenger despite being a prince

and most of the time i can't take lucas seriously

also another character i was kinda of iffy unsure about

idk maybe its just me but lucas seems like the type that would shy away from responsibilities and his asgard duties as king for something more chill

then again thor did do that soooo...

Lee Minhyung/Mark Lee as Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

do i even need to explain?

lmaoo oki so like i was reading a post about how some people don't like mark

which i lowkey found hard to believe but then it made sense

like no disrespect

anyways I do believe mark is a hard working person and he does try to be humble about it but like also its okay to bathe in the glory and be shameless- then again easier said than done, again no disrespect- i love mork

pure hearted and true to himself

much like peter parker

Xiao Dejun/Xiaojun as Shang Chi (Shaun)

lmaoo man is 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

every time im on tiktok lmfaoooo

lmao i guess the way i picked theses characters to match the members is based on the relationship the members have soo

lmaoo shaun's relationship with katie reminds me of luxiaodery (is that the correct name for them?... wayv 99 liners)

again hot asf

like imagine xiaojun in the bus fighting scene

Wong Kunhang/Hendery as Ant Man (Scott Lang)

also 1/3 of wayv's walking meme group

man is fxcking hilarious

another "do i even need to explain?"

just makes sense

lmaooo well actually i did consider Star Lord for him

Huang Renjun as Yelena Belova

okay so hear me out

i though of gamora or nebula for him too

lmao he's a tiny lil agressive man

ready to bite at any moment

very deadly

snarky (<< affectionate) and witty like Yelena

"i don't get my period dip shit. i don't have a uterus" *said with a russian (chinese) accent and the fact the renjun doesn't have a uterus*

like that line screams renjun lmfao

Lee Jeno as Black Panther (T'Challa)

RIP to Chadwick Boseman

anyways

when mark graduated from dream *sad noises*

jeno gave me hard leadership vibes

like he filled the role so well without actually filling it

and i've noticed how popular he's become lately with all these stage collabs with other idols

prince king jeno

nice ring to it ;)

sense of what is feels right and does what he believes is right

wants to do well for himself and his members

did consider him for hawkeye and falcon

Lee Donhyuck/Haechan as Scarlet Witch (Wanda Maximoff)

sassy lil birchhh

haechan is a very caring person and althoug sometimes it seems like he's acting a certain way to hide his feelings i do believe he is very emotionally inteliegent- however he is kind of impulsive (emotionally)

reminds me of wanda

powerful bitch, like hello vocals?

fight with so much effort and purpose

needs support and is his members number one supporter

Na Jaemin as Falcon (Sam Wilson)

oki so like

this was also a toughy

consider hawkeye, black panther, winter soldier, dare devil, war machine, and a bunch of other... also docor strange cus mans wanted to be a surgeon if he wasn't an idol lmaooo

but tbh no characters really ever stuck with me for jaemin

he's lowkey someone is doesn't gaf and doesn't want to be here but still knows how to have a good time or make up for time

serious and yet isn't

loyal and supportive to his members

Liu YangYang as Kate Bishop

lmaoo renyang and kate and yelena vibes

like "bro what if i killed you, (renjun/yelena)?"

but like he didn't soo???

lmaooo curious and nosy

liek sticks his nose into everyone's business

whether its for funsies or a mission

but he does well in getting whatever information he needs

gave me loki vibes tho

Osaki Shotaro as Vision

he's so cute ackkk

kind of came off as an awkward lil bean to be but i think that was just because of the language barrier with the other members

but it also a reason why i thought he was a good fit to portray vision

cus they're bother still learning

not afraid to ask questions

supportive and kind of goes along with things

a bit naive and questions his morals or rights and wrongs

fast learner imo

Jung Sungchan as War Machine (James Rhodes)

okai so like

idky but i though he would have been a good match for star lord

kind still iffy ish because is he young and although this is a ff i fell like he would have matched a younger role/character

also thought he would have been a good fit for shuri

can't really say much

i feel bad cus this is a bit more of a last pick

i really did want him to have a character that was more interactive with shotaro since that are really close

also thought of a cloak and dagger duo for sungtaro

again might make dome changes so lmk yall's opinion

like im tryna take this seriously and make it make sense but also im not cus again this is for funsies

Zhong Chenle as Loki

again, im sorry but another "do i even need to explain?"

boy is hella mischievous with that lil smirk he always has

when he messes around with his members, esp jisung

lmao poor jisung

like "oh yall need an illusionist you say? no problem lessgo fuck around with some bad guys"

i know he's supposed to be a lowkey two-faced, flippity floppity bad guy but idc im making him good

cus deep down loki does have a good heart

Park Jisung as Shuri

hear me out

i know he doesn't seem like the brightest but like he really is

and i know yall agree because hacker!jisung?

yeah, that's what i thought bro

considered vison for him too

and kate bishop

and groot- well like a modified hybrid version of him

big brother jeno and little brother jisung duo

yeah

just yeah

periodt

Shohei, Eunseok, and Seunghan

okay so like

im not really sure what marvel characters suit them best

im tryna stray from X-men charcters

but idk might have to make some changes

js that haechan might justbe switched to deadpool cus cmon

and as i was writing this i had a bunch of second thoughts about with members were portraying which characters

im a bit of a perfectionist as you can see

Anyways! thanks for reading this and please feedback is and will always be appreciated! again i apologized for my pace! i am currently on winter break but im working so i haven't had much time to write anything :(.

anyways comment and reblog if you wanna see what i have in mind for other SM Artist and who they'll be portraying!

-lotus

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[iwashie]

"𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗖𝗜𝗥𝗖𝗟𝗘" 𝗬𝗨𝗪𝗢𝗢

Yuta was a painting student, and Jungwoo was a performing arts student. The two of them had a relationship they didn't think or talked about. They just lived it.

Chapters: 2/2 (Complete)

Rating: General Audiences

Language: English

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: NCT

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo/ Nakamoto Yuta

Additional Tags: AU- Not Kpop Idols, AU- College, Strangers to Lovers, Getting to know each other, Getting Together, Aged-Up Characters, Non-linear narrative, Slice of Life, Open Ending.

#iwashie work #nct fanfic #kim jungwoo #nakamoto yuta #gay #nct ships #ao3 writer

[kjmsupremacist]

double exposure (yuta/taeyong)

During promotions for his first Japanese mini album, k-idol Taeyong meets one of his favorite artists, j-rock star Yuta. Though it starts casual, Taeyong begins to realize he may be in over his head, and struggles to reconcile his affection for Yuta with all the things that keep them apart.

Chapter 9 |   prev   mlist

Characters: Taeyong, Yuta

Genre: k-soloist taeyong, jrockstar yuta; romance, smut, angst

Warnings: smut but it’s pretty vanilla, d/s undertones

Rating: explicit

Length: 5.8k

The crowd at the airport is much larger than Taeyong was expecting. He had wondered if the team of managers and security guards wasn’t a bit of an overkill, but seeing the throng of people now, he’s glad for his staff’s foresight. He’s squeezed through check in and security and then ushered to the private lounge where he can finally get a bit of peace.

Waiting to board, he sends to Yuta. I dunno how long it’s going to take me to fight my way through all the fans when I land, things were crazy here.

Just keep me updated! Yuta replies. Our dinner reservation isn’t until 8 so you should have lots of time.

They decided it would be best to make a public appearance first, so it wouldn’t look like they were hiding the fact that they were seeing each other. They were friends, after all, and it had been a couple of months since they had seen each other. Dinner was completely reasonable. No one needed to know that the car that went back to Taeyong’s hotel wouldn’t have Taeyong in it. 

The thing is, ever since Yuta told him that he cared, ever since Yuta took away those pretenses, Taeyong’s worry has all but disappeared. It’s still there, of course; things would completely blow up if the public found out. But now he knows he and Yuta would weather that together, and that alone makes it worth it to him. Of course, he’ll have to see if Yuta falls back into old habits, but he doesn’t think he will. They both know that this is too important to throw away. Closeness like this, vulnerability—it’s hard to find in their industry, especially between two people who are so different in so many ways. That he’s found it is enough for Taeyong.

The flight itself is easy enough. Taeyong listens to music and plays video games, and before he knows it, they’re touching down in Osaka, where Yuta has a secondary residence. 

As expected, there’s plenty of fans waiting there, too. Taeyong only waves, hiding the anxious and disgruntled press of his lips behind a mask, and then he’s escorted into a car, where he finally gets a little peace and quiet.

Yuta was right, though; it’s hardly six by the time he gets to his hotel, so he has time to wash up and change before braving the outside world again to meet Yuta at a sushi restaurant. 

It’s a high-end establishment, and seemingly rather private, much like the bar Yuta took him to the first time. There’s something almost nostalgic about it as Taeyong is checked in, as he’s led up to the dining rooms, as he looks across the room and sees Yuta sitting at a secluded booth, nearly hidden in the corner. He has his hands folded atop a closed menu, chin raised, waiting for Taeyong. When their eyes meet, he smiles. 

Taeyong sits down across from him and they stare at each other for a second. Yuta is just as strikingly beautiful as he’s always been, but Taeyong notices he’s a little dressed down. His jewelry is simple, his attire clean, his makeup light. Unlike their first meeting in that bar, he isn’t trying to turn Taeyong on. His charm is muted today; he’s in his natural state, instead of trying to exude an air of tongue-in-cheek sexiness like he seems to do almost every other day. He’s not Nakamoto Yuta, wildly popular j-rock star. He’s just Yuta.

“Hi,” Taeyong says softly, and Yuta smiles even bigger. It’s not that sharp, sly smile that sends goosebumps scattering across Taeyong’s skin. It’s sweet and gentle and floods his eyes with warmth.

“Hi,” Yuta replies. “It’s good to see you.” A slight pause, then, “It’s really good to see you.”

“You, too,” Taeyong says.

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” Yuta says. “I still don’t really know what I’m doing, but—I don’t know. I’m not as scared anymore.”

Taeyong smiles. “Thank you for being brave enough to say something first,” he says. “We can talk about it later, when we’re alone, okay? Right now, I want to enjoy a meal with you.”

“I think we can make that happen,” Yuta agrees, a hint of his usual self coming through. “Do you want to look over the menu and pick a few things out, or do you want me to order?”

“You know better, you should order,” Taeyong says. “I think it would just stress me out, trying to choose.”

Yuta laughs. “Okay. Anything you know you like? Or know you hate?”

“Yellowtail is always good,” Taeyong says. “And eel.”

Yuta nods, opening his menu. Taeyong browses the drink selection while Yuta makes his decisions, sneaking looks at him every few seconds. 

Yuta notices. “What?” he asks quietly.

Taeyong tips his head to this side. “I like you this way, too,” he says. “You look soft.”

The look Yuta gives him is sheepish. “It’s for you only,” he says, “so don’t go telling people. I have a reputation to uphold, after all.”

Taeyong giggles. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he promises.

A waiter comes to take their order, returning shortly with their drinks. They chat—about Taeyong’s flight, their last projects, their friends. Taeyong delicately avoids how murderous Doyoung still was when he left; he hopes pictures of Yuta spoiling him will be enough to soothe his outrage. 

“You should meet my friends,” Yuta suggests. “It’s only fair, since I met yours. Plus, one of them in particular is dying to meet you. Actually, he’s a lot of the reason I reached out in the first place.” He laughs softly. “His name’s Shotaro. Unlike me, he’s got his head screwed on right, so, you know.”

Taeyong giggles. “I’d love to meet him,” he says earnestly. 

Their food comes out, and Taeyong spends the next twenty or thirty minutes completely lost for words, lost in how good the sushi is. Yuta watches him fondly, insisting he take the last piece of everything, placing them on Taeyong’s plate before Taeyong can finish chewing and argue. Taeyong feels warmth rise to his chest, his cheeks. It’s not from the drinks. It’s this—them, together, in a way they haven’t been before. It’s new, and Taeyong thinks he likes it. 

Yuta’s manager retrieves them once they’re done. “It’s good to see you again, Taeyong,” she says, and Taeyong has to wonder just how much of this she knows. Regardless, her welcome seems genuine, and Taeyong dips his head in thanks.

Though the ride to Yuta’s is pretty high-spirited, the energy leaves them as they get into the elevator. Yuta quiets, watching Taeyong. Taeyong watches him back. It’s not a bad change; Taeyong knows they both knew they would have to talk everything though once they got back to Yuta’s place.

Yuta’s place in Osaka is much more understated than his apartment in Tokyo. Here, it’s a simple one-bedroom overlooking the river on one side and the street on the other. The design is much more traditional, with light wood finishes and muted decor. Taeyong finds he likes it; it’s comforting where Yuta’s Tokyo residence is sexy. 

Yuta locks up behind them, helps Taeyong with his things, files their shoes away. He pads over to his living room, gesturing for Taeyong to follow, dropping down into one of his couches and patting the cushion beside him. Taeyong sits.

“I want to explain myself a little,” Yuta says after a moment. “Not because I want you to think better of me, but because I need you to understand that the way I went about all of this had nothing to do with you.” Taeyong nods, waiting. “I’m usually someone who… sleeps around, I guess. I’ve basically had a consistent string of hookups ever since the start of my career. I’m known for being a bit of a playboy—and my fans like that about me. They think it’s fun, sexy. They hope the next NDA I sign will have their name on it, because it might.” Yuta runs his hand through his hair. “You’re not the first person I’ve arranged a meet-cute with. You know what I said—I know what I want, and I know how to get it. I wanted you, and I made that happen. But…” He trails off, and Taeyong realizes he’s nervous.

He takes one of Yuta’s hands, squeezing it gently. “What?” he prompts softly.

“Usually, you know, we’ll sleep together, and I might travel to see them again like I did with you, but it doesn’t last for longer than a few months, and it’s never meant to be more than that—just sex, and company. And…” Yuta shrugs. “I was fine with that. I knew I was years away from even being able to think about settling down, if I am ever able to settle down in the traditional sense at all. It was fun, and it kept me entertained.

“But then, I came to visit you. What happened between us last time you were here, I could write that off as infatuation. You are exceptionally handsome, Taeyong, you’re pretty and you’re a very good fuck, and you’re sweet and funny and kind,” Yuta says. “So if I was getting a little giddy about you, that was fine, it was natural. But then I saw you again, and I stepped into your life, your world. I met your friends. I worked with you. And all of a sudden, it wasn’t infatuation anymore. It was something else. And that was weird for me.” Yuta’s biting a nail, looking at Taeyong through his bangs. “I even considered asking my manager to fabricate an emergency and bring me home early, except I didn’t want to abandon our collab. And I didn’t want to abandon you.

“I thought, okay, I can stick it out to the end of this vacation, and then we’ll have some time apart when we’re both busy, and I’ll be able to cool down,” he continues. “But I didn’t. I thought about you all the time, I mean—I still do. I found myself wishing I had a different life. I wished we’d never met, I was kicking myself for setting up that stupid meeting, because then none of this would have happened, and I wouldn’t have been in such turmoil.” He squeezes Taeyong’s hand back, taking a deep breath. “And then we had that call, and it just—I couldn’t tell you any of it, how could I? I never thought I would be this kind of person, the kind that—lets emotion get in the way. And I think I was angry at myself and displaced that on you, blamed you for it when really, it’s nobody’s fault. It’s just what happens when—” Another breath “—when you find someone who you really care about, who makes you happy, who makes you better.” He huffs out laughter. “It’s a silly way to treat someone so precious, right? But I didn’t know what to do. So I said things—some true, some not—and hoped they would make you angry enough that you would never want to speak to me again, and I could wallow in peace.”

“Well, you very nearly succeeded,” Taeyong says drily, and Yuta exhales a weak laugh.

“I know,” he says. “But somehow, something I didn’t count on was that you might be feeling the same kinds of things. And that ate at me over the next couple of weeks. It was fine if I was left to suffer alone, and pay for my stupidity, but—it felt cruel and stupid if you were suffering, too. Eventually, I spilled all of this to Shotaro, who let me talk until I was tired. And you know what he said?”

Taeyong blinks. “What?”

“‘I’ve always admired you for being independent, and not letting other peoples’ expectations rule your decisions,’” Yuta quotes, “‘but now you’re losing yourself to an image you built when you were young, and have spent your entire career striving to live up to.’ Literally, that. Seared into my memory, because it was absolutely wild to hear from him. He’s usually all simple sentences and giggles, you know?” Yuta shakes his head. “There’s something humbling about being put in your place by someone you consider a mentee.” He looks at Taeyong. “And he was right. I’ve… gotten lost in my own shadow, I think. And it took nearly ruining things with you to bring me back to reality. So,” he says, taking Taeyong's other hand as well, “I’d like to apologize again, of course. I’m sorry for this giant mess. I know you won’t let me accept full responsibility for it, but I’m still very sorry. But just as much as I’m sorry, I’m also grateful for you, too. I don’t know if you’ll ever know how much.”

Taeyong shakes his head, some swell of emotion filling his chest. “You’ve taught me just as much about myself,” he says. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I wanted—I wanted to thank you, really. I’ve spent the last few years empty and hopeless. I was happy with my success, but I kind of thought… that would be it. Like, my life now is all I would ever have. And then I met you, and everything changed. And I think I was almost hoping you could save me, even though that’s not something anybody could do. And I got angry when I found out you couldn’t. So I’m sorry, too.”

“Still, it’s…” Yuta’s expression twists. “I was cruel. I don’t know if I can forgive myself for that.”

“I can,” Taeyong says simply. Yuta’s brows crumple further. “I can,” he repeats, hoping Yuta will be able to internalize it. “You didn’t mean it, and everything you’ve done since then has proven it.” He lifts a shoulder. “I like to think that our first response to something is more representative of how the world has taught us to be, and then how we manage that first response is who we really are.” He leans in. “I’ve seen who you really are now, Yuta. And I like you a lot.”

“Are you sure about that?” Yuta asks.

“Very,” Taeyong says. “You’re kind, and you’re a very hard worker, and you have an innate sense of justice that, even when you lose your balance because life’s gotten hard, brings you back to your center very quickly, and compels you to right any wrongs. You’re a very bright person, and you want compassion and gentleness so much, even if you think you don’t deserve it, even if it also scares you. But, uh, that’s basically like everyone else I’ve ever met. Myself included.”

“Thank you,” Yuta says quietly, leaning forward, too. Their foreheads brush.

“Mm,” Taeyong hums, an acceptance of his gratitude. “And… I don’t know how this is supposed to work in the long term. Maybe one day, things will be better, and we can reveal this to the public. But honestly…” He pauses, thinking about his fans, thinking about everything he shares with them, thinking about all that they know. “I don’t mind so much that we can’t, really. I mean, of course I’m scared of the consequences, but it’s okay with me, to just keep it to ourselves.”

Yuta kisses him, soft and sweet. Taeyong gives a little giggle of surprise, muffled against Yuta’s lips. “I’m okay with that, too,” Yuta says when they break apart. “Just because it’s different doesn’t mean what we have isn’t worth as much.”

Taeyong nods his agreement. “I don’t need other people to know about it in order for it to feel real,” he says. He searches Yuta’s eyes and sees nothing but hope and joy there, warm and pure. “I know it’s real to you, and I know it’s real to me, and that’s all that matters. Is that okay for now?”

Yuta nods. “I think we can make that work,” he says, a flicker of his usual smile on his face.

“Great.” Taeyong kisses him again, just a swift peck, before standing. “Show me around your place,” he says. “We can talk about it more tomorrow if we want, but I think all we can really do is just hope for the best and see how it pans out now.”

“Yeah,” Yuta agrees, standing too and giving himself a little shake. “Okay, c’mon.”

He points out a couple of things, showing Taeyong how to operate the shades and how to move the sliding doors installed in each room before leading him down to his bedroom. Like the rest of his apartment, it’s simple and clean. His bed is resting just above the floor on wood slats with a short bamboo bedside table next to it. Taeyong realizes now how tired he is from traveling, the coziness of the room enveloping him in a sort of sleepy calm.

Yuta can tell. “Let’s get you a change of clothes. Do you want to rinse off before we go to bed?” 

Taeyong nods; though he showered after his flight, he knows he’ll sleep better if he’s freshly clean. Yuta grabs sleep stuff for the both of them, and then brings Taeyong to the bathroom where they shower quickly before drying off and tugging on big shirts. Yuta gets Taeyong settled in bed and then clicks off the light, shuffling his way back to the bed in the dark.

“Tomorrow,” Yuta murmurs once he has Taeyong curled up next to him the way he wants, “I think we’ll just spend the day, you and me. There’s a park nearby I think you’ll like. There’s koi ponds and things.”

“It sounds nice,” Taeyong agrees. He takes one of Yuta’s hands and brings it to his lips. “I think I’ll like it, too.”

Yuta kisses his hair. “And then maybe later this week you can meet Shotaro.” He shrugs; Taeyong can feel the movement behind him. “We can do whatever. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Taeyong giggles sleepily. “I’m glad I’m here, too.”

ϟ ϟ ϟ

Taeyong wakes to the sound of birds. He realizes with a start that it’s been a while since he’s heard birdcall—he lives in a city, and is always traveling to other cities, and the bustle of a downtown always drowns out everything else. But Yuta’s place is a little removed from the noise of a city, and Taeyong can hear the birds singing.

Yuta is still asleep; Taeyong wants to turn and look at him, but their bodies are far too entangled for him to do so without the risk of waking him up. So Taeyong contents himself with finding one of Yuta’s hands and running his thumb over it, soft and slow. 

He wishes he could go back to just a few weeks ago, when everything felt hopeless, when he was sure he would never be happy, when he thought he could never have anything like this, and tell himself everything was going to be alright. It wasn’t easy getting here, certainly, but it was worth it. Still, it would be nice to be able to spare himself a little heartache.

He’s not sure how long he lies there, listening to the outside world wake, listening to the gentle sound of Yuta’s breath. Maybe an hour passes, and then Yuta stirs behind him with a sudden deep inhale. He feels him kiss the top of his head.

“G’morning,” Taeyong whispers, finally able to wriggle around and face him.

“Morning,” Yuta murmurs back, lifting his arm so Taeyong has room to turn, and leaning in and giving him a kiss once he’s settled again. “Sleep okay?”

“Mm-hm,” Taeyong hums, nodding. He smiles. “You?”

Yuta nods, kissing him again. “How hungry are you?” he asks.

“Only kinda,” Taeyong replies.

“Good,” Yuta says, and pushes himself up, pulling his arm free from underneath Taeyong’s neck. Another kiss. “Can I fuck you, honey?”

Heat rises to Taeyong’s skin instantly. “Oh,” he murmurs, smiling bigger. “Yes. Please.”

Yuta is on all fours now; he bends to kiss down the column of Taeyong’s throat. His movements are lazy, but Taeyong can feel the intent behind them. His eyes are almost reverent when he raises his head, though it’s guarded, like he’s not sure if he wants Taeyong to see it yet. That’s okay, Taeyong decides. It’ll be an adjustment for him, an adjustment for the both of them. Taeyong is patient; he can wait.

Yuta stretches out to find the lube. Taeyong watches him quietly, sinking further into the comfort of Yuta’s bed. He realizes he’s never felt this calm with Yuta before—they’re usually rushing for some reason, either reeling with the eagerness of seeing each other again after missing each other, or else frantic with the knowledge that it could very well be one of the last times they ever see each other.

But neither of those things are here today. It’s gentler—there’s no need to hurry. Neither of them have schedules today, and they know now that this—whatever it is they have, however nebulous—isn’t going away anytime soon. Yuta sits back, holding the lube, and Taeyong spreads his legs, letting his head loll to the side. 

Yuta rucks his shirt up, placing a few kisses down his stomach before focusing his attention a little lower. Taeyong draws in an unsteady breath, raising a hand to Yuta’s hair as Yuta kisses the head of his cock and then presses his tongue to it, licking up the underside before taking him in his mouth fully and sinking back down on it, cheeks hollowing. Taeyong sighs, letting the pleasure come, soft and quiet, dripping through his body, slow but sure until it’s all he can feel. 

Yuta keeps his mouth on him, uncapping the lube and slicking up a finger without looking, finding Taeyong’s entrance easily and sinking a finger in. Taeyong hardly notices the discomfort of the intrusion, too focused on Yuta’s tongue. What he does register a few minutes later is how good it feels when Yuta brushes past his prostate, and he moans without meaning to, fighting to stop his hand in Yuta’s hair from tightening into a fist. 

Yuta pulls off his cock when he adds a second finger, more interested in opening him up than getting him off. Taeyong doesn’t mind; he’s not sure he could manage more than one orgasm right now unless he was given four hours to nap after, so he hums, letting his hand drop to the mattress as Yuta sits up. 

“Opening right up for me,” Yuta murmurs when he adds a third finger. “So good, like always.” He kisses the point of Taeyong’s knee.

“Missed you,” Taeyong replies simply, and Yuta nods his understanding. 

“I’m all yours now,” he says. “I’ll fuck you whenever you want.”

Taeyong decides not to point out it’s less of a matter of when he wants, and more about whether or not his body can take it. If it was the former, Taeyong’s not sure he would be doing much else for his entire trip. He hums affirmatively instead, trying to hide his smile. 

Yuta works his fingers in and out, faster and faster until Taeyong’s taken fistfuls of the sheets, until the glide is smooth and wet and easy. He pulls his fingers out, smiling at Taeyong’s soft protests at the loss, drizzling a little bit of lube into his palm and spreading it over his cock.

“Ready?” he teases.

“I’m gonna kick you if you don’t put it in,” Taeyong replies, no heat behind the threat.

Yuta laughs, lining himself up, head of his cock bumping against Taeyong’s hole. “No need to get feisty,” he says. “I’ll always give you what you want.”

He prepped Taeyong well; it’s easy for him to push into the wet heat of Taeyong’s body. Taeyong whines happily as Yuta bottoms out. He feels so nice and full; Yuta’s just right, the weight of his cock heavy but not painful. Yuta leans in and kisses Taeyong’s jaw, circling his hips a little. 

“Oh, god, Yuta,” Taeyong whispers.

Yuta hums into his skin, clearly amused. “Kinda wanna be mean,” he murmurs. “Be rough with you, make you cry.” Taeyong whimpers; he kind of wants it too. “But we have a whole day, so I think that can wait till tonight. How’s that sound?”

“Okay,” Taeyong agrees. 

“Right now I’m just gonna make you feel good,” Yuta promises, then draws his hips back, slow, before pushing back in. The drag of it is delicious; it sings across Taeyong’s skin, raising goosebumps even though he’s still half-under the duvet. Yuta goes a little faster, but not much, instead making sure each thrust is deep and hard and hits Taeyong’s prostate every time. 

Taeyong’s head is swirling. He clenches around Yuta, hands finding Yuta’s arms and clinging while Yuta rocks his hips, lips and tongue and teeth on Taeyong’s clavicle. And that’s fine, too—no reason for anyone to see those marks, not if Taeyong just finds a shirt with a high enough neckline. A strange emotion has worked its way into the mix, and it takes Taeyong a few moments to realize it’s happiness, pure and simple. His next moan comes out different around the shape of his smile. 

“Yuta,” he breathes. “Kiss me.”

Yuta doesn’t hesitate, raising his head and pressing his lips to Taeyong’s, teeth scraping, not hard enough to really hurt. One of Yuta’s hands comes up to cradle Taeyong’s head, and Taeyong leans into it. He wants as many points of contact as possible. Really, he thinks he’d be happiest if they were touching everywhere, but this is good enough.

Whatever angle Yuta’s found is Taeyong’s new favorite, he’s pretty sure. He’s so deep, Taeyong swears he can feel him in his stomach, maybe higher. It’s going to leave an ache that he’ll definitely still be feeling tonight, but that’s good. It’s also gonna ache when Yuta comes that deep, but that’s good, too. Taeyong is his, after all, finally really his. 

Yuta pulls back, wiping some spit away from Taeyong’s lips with his thumb. Taeyong flicks his tongue out, and Yuta smiles, pushing his thumb into Taeyong’s mouth and hooking it in the inside of his cheek. Taeyong lets out a garbled moan, blinking slow and pretty. 

“I’m glad you’re gonna be here for a couple of weeks,” Yuta says. “So much I want to do to you.”

Taeyong’s not sure exactly what thought has sparked in Yuta’s mind, but he is sure that whatever it is, he’s going to like it. He swirls his tongue over Yuta’s thumb, making a soft “ah-huh” noise out of the back of his throat and hoping that Yuta understands this means he wants it.

Yuta drops down to his elbow so it’s easier for him to kiss down Taeyong’s chest, closing his mouth around one of his nipples and flicking his tongue across it. Pleasure sparks across Taeyong’s skin, sending tremors across his whole body. Yuta hums, and the vibrations make Taeyong gasp.

Taeyong reaches down to touch himself, but Yuta shakes his head, pulling off his chest. “Think you can come just on my cock?” he asks. “You just always look so pretty like that.”

Taeyong nods as best he can, letting his hand rest on his stomach instead. It’ll take a little longer, but if Yuta’s not in a rush, then neither is he. Yuta moves to his other nipple, tongue quick and practiced, and Taeyong clenches helplessly around him, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing around Yuta’s thumb in an effort to stay grounded. 

It’s hard, though. Yuta’s so deep; Taeyong gives soft little gasps every time he moves, involuntarily. It’s almost worse that he isn’t going fast. At least then, Taeyong would have an excuse for getting overwhelmed. But though Yuta keeps his pace lazy, he’s hitting all the right spots. 

So Taeyong gives into it. He lets his eyes roll back, lets his breathing come ragged, lets the sweet little moans that he knows Yuta loves so much spill out of his mouth. Yuta groans softly against his skin. 

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “So good. Always sound so good for me. Never met someone who likes getting fucked as much as you do, it’s perfect.”

Taeyong shivers at the praise, whimpering softly as the pressure in his belly builds and builds. He can feel his body tensing up, and he thinks Yuta can, too. 

He’s right again; Yuta raises his head, eyes hot and dark when they find Taeyong’s. “Close?” he asks. “Gonna come for me, untouched?”

Taeyong nods helplessly. Of course I am, he thinks, hazy. You asked me to, of course I am. Yuta pushes himself back up on his hand, turning the one that’s in Taeyong’s mouth and switching out his thumb for his index and middle finger, pushing them deeper. It’s not enough to make Taeyong gag, but it does make him feel nice and dirty, and he comes with a moan, his release dribbling slowly out over the head of his cock and dripping down onto his stomach. He convinces weakly; it’s always like this when he comes untouched, long and steady and nearly torturous, waves of pleasure that wrack his whole body. 

“So pretty, honey,” Yuta whispers, sounding strained, pulling his fingers out of Taeyong’s mouth and planting that hand on the mattress instead to help keep his balance. 

“Now you,” Taeyong manages, barely audible. “Now you.”

Yuta lets out a breathy groan, stilling deep inside Taeyong as he comes. Taeyong watches his face, the way his eyebrows pinch, eyes squeezing shut, the small curls of hair, damp with sweat, sticking to his neck over the spot where his pulse is jumping. Yuta, his Yuta. 

They stay there for a minute, maybe, until Yuta’s arms start to tremble and he has to pull out, dropping to the side and pressing a kiss to Taeyong’s shoulder. 

“Breakfast?” he whispers. 

The idea of food is honestly repulsive in this moment, so Taeyong shakes his head, making a soft noise of protest. “Let me lie here for a little longer,” he pleads. 

Yuta just laughs, giving him another kiss, this one to the cheek. “Okay, honey.”

They cuddle for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, skin to skin, Taeyong in Yuta’s arms. Taeyong wants to stay longer, thinks he could even fall asleep like this, only he can feel Yuta’s come dripping out of him. He doesn’t mind it necessarily except that he knows it’s making a mess. 

Eventually, the clean freak in him wins over, and he raises his head. “Okay,” he says, “breakfast.” Yuta smiles and releases him, moving to stand. 

Taeyong rolls off the bed, feet finding the floor easily. He pushes himself up to a standing position and nearly falls right back down on the bed as his legs shake. Yuta notices and laughs, coming around the other side of the bed with his hand outstretched.

“Fuck you so good you can’t walk?” he asks cheekily.

Taeyong takes his hand. “Almost,” he admits, willing himself to stay upright long enough to get to the bathroom.

Luckily, his legs grow stronger with each step, so Taeyong doesn’t have to worry about that brand of embarrassment. They rinse the come and sweat off, then return to Yuta’s bedroom to strip the bed, find some pants, and open the blinds.

The sunlight is bright and strong and makes Taeyong wince, but it’s warm and brings the room alive. Yuta giggles at Taeyong’s expression, kissing his forehead and then tugging him towards the door. “Let’s get something to eat,” he says.

Yuta’s kitchen is warm with the same light. Taeyong situates himself on a stool at the breakfast bar, looking out the window at the street below. Yuta sets some broth on the stove and pops a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster while their coffee brews. He passes Taeyong a bowl of raw eggs to whisk so he can scramble them while he finds the cream and sugar.

Taeyong whisks the eggs, thinking. What he and Yuta have, what they want, it’s not going to be easy. He doesn’t know if they’ll ever be able to share this with the public, if he’ll ever have to stop worrying about being discovered. But this, whatever it is, is also incredibly precious and rare. Taeyong doubts he’ll ever find someone like Yuta again in his lifetime—someone he matches well with, someone he cares about. Someone who cares enough about him to do what Yuta’s done—stuff away his pride and show Taeyong that nothing is more important than him. Taeyong won’t be able to let go of that, no matter how difficult things may get.

He passes the bowl of whisked eggs to Yuta, and a few minutes later, a simple breakfast is laid out before him. Taeyong sips at his coffee as Yuta takes the seat beside him, still watching out the window. There’s a young couple walking down the street; as Taeyong watches, the man stops to tie his shoe. His girlfriend realizes a few paces away, and turns to come back and wait by his side. When he stands, he kisses her briefly and she laughs. Taeyong can almost hear it, the joy there. She takes his hand, and they continue on their way.

“Sometimes,” Taeyong blurts, “I wish I had a different life.” He nods at the couple. “One like that.” Yuta looks, and smiles faintly. “Do you think—“ Taeyong hesitates, then plows on, “maybe in another universe somewhere—we have a life like that?”

Yuta’s smile grows; he turns and fixes his gaze on Taeyong. “You know,” he says, nodding, “for a while there I was considering auditioning at Korean entertainment agencies.” He shrugs. “Maybe in another universe, you aren’t a solo artist, but part of a group. And maybe in that universe, I did audition, and maybe I ended up in that group too.”

Taeyong giggles. “I’d like that, I think,” he says, imagining it. Maybe in that universe, Johnny and Doyoung and Kun are part of that group, too. It would certainly be less lonely, working side by side with his friends, sleeping in the same dorm, touring together. “Or—maybe in another universe, we’re not people at all. We’re two outdoor cats who live in the same neighborhood, and we make friends and bring our owners together, like in a rom-com.”

Yuta laughs brightly, head tipping back. “I suppose I wouldn’t mind being a house cat in another universe,” he agrees.

They’re quiet for a moment. The ghost of Taeyong’s laughter is still sitting in his chest. He looks at Yuta, at the man who changed everything. Yuta, his Yuta. “I don’t think I’d really mind what I was,” he says softly, “as long as you were there, too.”

There’s a moment of stillness, then Yuta reaches across the space between them and kisses him. He almost elbows his coffee off the table in the process, but he doesn’t, and it doesn’t matter anyway because they’re both laughing into the kiss.

“Yeah,” Yuta says when they break apart. “I think so, too.”

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