#nct fuff

[jaeminfluence]

pov : you surprised Mark when he was in the studio

*cries in a corner cus I'll never have a guy like him*

#nct dream fluff #nct fuff #nct dream imagines #nct edit #nct #jaemin nct #lee haechan #nct jisung #mark nct #nct renjun #nct chenle #lee jeno #mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark fluff #mark x y/n #mark x reader

[neos127]

“I’ll make this coffee free if you go out with me.” The cute barista suggested, sending you an over-exaggerated wink from behind the counter. You glared, your credit card still dangling from your outstretched hand. Haechan pushed it away, shaking his head with that (cute) stupid smile on his face.

“Lee Donghyuck, I swear…” You spoke up but Haechan cut you off.

“Just one date! I promise i’ll pay for everything and it will be the best date you’ve ever been on.” He begged, flashing you his nearly-impossible-to-resist puppy dog eyes. You groaned, placing a hand over your face to cover your slight embarrassment. Your friend had warned you about Haechan’s crush, but you never thought that he would attempt to ask you out. You noticed the boy’s occasional glances towards you during class, but you never thought it meant anything. Oh how wrong you were.

“What’s in it for me?” You asked, hesitantly moving your hands from your face. It wouldn’t be terrible going on a date with Haechan, but you doubted it would work out. Your personalities clashed and you weren’t sure it would be a good match.

“You get to hang out with a super sexy and awesome person.” Haechan shrugged, sending another exaggerated wink your way. The action made you look away with a shy smile on your face, even you couldn’t resist his charm.

“…Alright, just don’t make me regret it.” You sighed, watching as the boy triumphantly wrote his number on the plastic coffee cup.

“You won’t.” He replied, When he turned around to make your usual order, you let a small smile appear on your face.

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#whew this was in the drafts for a hot minute #nct fuff #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct x reader #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #haechan x reader #haechan imagines #haechan fluff #haechan scenarios #haechan drabbles #lee donghyuck x reader

[butvega]

oi amor você pode fazer algum smut da sua preferência com yuta bem fofinho😩

claro, meu chuchu! espero que goste 💘

o sorriso do yuta na era touch

era só um colo; w. yuta

Você permanecia onde você dizia ser 'o melhor lugar do mundo'. O colinho do seu namorado, Yuta.

Johnny, Taeil, Taeyong e Yuta se encontravam na sala de estar do dormitório Neo, junto à você, todos assistindo à algum programa de variedade, que sinceramente, você ao menos prestava atenção.

Era um dia frio, mas você estava quentinha, por de baixo daquela coberta felpuda e xadrez, e deitada como um bebê em Yuta, que te abraçava como se sua vida dependesse disso. Ele sabia como você ficava sensível em dias frios por conta de sua alergia, então não negava carinhos.

— Tá bem quentinha agora? — pergunta baixinho, afofando mais a coberta em torno de voce.

— Agora sim, Nayu. — você murmura se aconchegando no pescoço cheiroso do maior.

Tenta prestar atenção no programa, assim como os outros, que estão imersos, mas não consegue. Só consegue reparar o quão bonito é o sorriso de seu namorado, nas poucas risadas que dá quando se é dito algo engraçado no programa. Passa o nariz pelo pescoço dele, inspirando ao máximo o perfume gostoso que ele emana.

— Que foi, uh? Tá carente, minha neném? — ele pergunta sorridente, sela os lábios em sua bochecha.

— Sim, de você. — murmura com um bico nos próprios lábios, ele não resiste, e os beija devagarinho.

— De mim? Quer sentar pro Nayu, quer? Escondidinho, ninguém vai perceber. — cafajeste, é isso que ele é. E você adora. Murmura novamente um 'quero, Nayu', fazendo o sorriso do japonês aumentar.

Ele levanta um pouco seu quadril, apenas para descer a própria calça. Aproveitou que você mantinha apenas um vestidinho e uma calcinha azul bebê, e a colocou para o lado penetrando em seguida. Tudo com a máxima descrição possível.

Você o olhou meio indignada, já que ele havia se colocado em você, mas não havia se mexido minimamente. Ficou apenas dentro de você, em seu interior quente, úmido, apertado e extremamente agradável. Respirava fundo e fechava os olhos, apenas curtindo a sensação de estar envolto por sua buceta, enquanto ainda apreciava o programa.

Você sabia que não podia realizar movimentos bruscos, mas podia tentar outras técnicas. Passou a apertar, e soltar o membro de Yuta em seu interior, contraindo os próprios músculos vaginais.

Os olhos dele, vagarosamente transitaram da televisão, para você, que ainda recostava em seu peitoral.

— Vai ficar me apertando? — perguntou ao segurar com força sua coxa. — Birrenta.

— Você não se mexe... — você resmunga, volta ao início de tudo com um bico enorme em seu rosto mostrando o descontentamento.

— Prefere que eu te foda direito aqui, e chame a atenção da plateia? Sossega, neném, fica quietinha no meu colo sem arrumar muita ideia, vai. — ele sussurra, te ajeitando novamente sobre o colo dele.

Você observa os meninos, ainda prestando o máximo de atenção. Não teria problema mexer só um pouquinho, né? Rebolou no colo dele, disfarçando como se estivesse apenas se ajeitando. Novamente ele te repreende com o olhar. Te puxa com força para baixo, você prende um riso, misturado com um gemido pela força que ele usa para te sentar. Ele passa a fechar os olhos com força, ao sentir você ainda não parar quieta em seu colo; seja se ajeitando, ou contraindo o interior.

— Mais tarde eu, juro, te prometo que vou acabar com você do melhor jeito possível. Vou te comer até dizer chega. — ele geme baixinho, com um sorriso bobo no rosto. Pode te repreender, mas gosta da sensação.

Não nega. Frio lá fora, e você quentinha no colo dele, enquanto não pode fazer barulho, já que seus amigos estão na sala. A sensação era boa. Passou a acariciar seu pontinho com o polegar, afim de deixá-la mais molhada, se é que isso era possível. Você fechou os olhos e colocou sua cabeça escondida no pescoço dele, afim de poder gemer baixinho sem medo que te escutassem.

A sensação de poder ser pega a qualquer momento, o sexo extremamente lento, e o sorriso mole de Yuta te trouxeram ao máximo. Teve que mordê-lo para evitar gemer alto demais, enquanto gozava, contraindo-se bem forte contínuas vezes ao redor de seu falo grossinho.

Sem pensar muito nas consequências, Yuta move seu próprio quadril para cima e para baixo algumas vezes, enquanto segurava sua cintura. Estava cego pela vontade de também chegar ao orgasmo. Deitou a cabeça no sofá de olhos fechados, e sinceramente vocês depois teriam de agradecer pelo programa estar realmente interessante pros meninos, porque qualquer um que prestasse atenção no que ali acontecia, saberia imediatamente do que se tratava.

Ele meteu mais algumas vezes, até gozar em seu interior, deixando escorrer, melando a parte interior de sua coxa, e a própria calcinha.

Meio cansado, ele respira fundo, te abraçando novamente, deixando beijos molhados em seu pescoço. Cola os lábios em seu ouvido, antes de sussurrar:

— Promete que vai ser boazinha agora? Ficar quietinha no colo do seu Nayu, uh?

aí aí yuta aí aí

beiju ❤️

#yuta #nct fuff #nct smut #nct 127 #smut pt br

[ohdudehesflirting]

home 나 재민

wc: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of a bad relationship with parents, crying, being a perfectionist, overworking yourself, not eating, kissing swearing tell me if I missed something

genra: angst, comfort, fluffy ending

note: they are in college i had a breakdown and this was the product of it so ....... idk what tf this is btw its just word vomit

It wasn't a lie to say you weren't eating well, overworking yourself, and cutting your hours of sleep short but you didn't want your perfect boyfriend to see your unperfect side. Maybe it has just been a habit that your parents set for you and then profoundly regretted, saying things like “you don't have to be perfect” when they were just saying that you could always do better.

Being perfect came with the feeling of being on a hamster wheel, just spinning and running without a break. So when your boyfriend Jeamin came barging into your apartment at 1 am with a lunchbox in his hand you were definitely startled, to say the least “Jaem what-” you started before Jaemin interrupted you “have you been lying to me?” he questioned in a worried tone “what do you mean, no” the answer was clearly a lie but neither of you wanted to say it out loud “meals yn when was the last time you ate a meal” he questioned even more worried if that could ever be possible “I ate dinner a few hours ago” you tried to explain yourself with no use “coffee is not a meal yn it’s not a meal” he ran his hands through his hair in a desperate attempt to calm down “well it has nutrients?” it sounded more like a question than an answer and it didn't calm your boyfriend down

“Yn when was the last time you ate an actual meal,” Jaemin asked in the softest voice he could muster “yesterday” it was barely above a whisper. However, Jaemin was still able to catch it “yn no you need 3 meals a day to function properly” he felt like he was going insane couldn’t you see yourself through his eyes you were already perfect, caring, beautiful, smart, and selfless you didn't need to overwork yourself to become worth something, you were already worth so much you, were worth everything to Jaemin but if only you could see that.

“Why didn't you tell me” Jaemin questioned, sitting down beside you calmer. However, his heart was still racing “because I didn't want to drag you into this Jaem” you replied knowing it was a shit answer “ I dragged myself into this yn I took my ass out of bed at midnight to cook you a meal because your best friend sent me a message worried about you I did it voluntarily because I care for you yn” he explained in a desperate attempt to get his point across.

“Jaem are you seeing this I lose track of time working my ass off because I feel like I'm never enough I’m a mess” you said trying to explain yourself “I care for you yn I don't give a shit if you think that you are a mess I do not give a single fuck I love you yn let me love you please” Jaemin said in a tone you have never heard him before filled with love and adoration, a tone no one has ever talked to you before. And with that you broke down in tears all the frustration depression and desperation pent up was slowly released, in the midst of your sobs you felt a pair of arms engulf you in a hug, and the smell of books and coffee flooded your senses which you recognized to be Jaemin’s scent and it immediately comforted you.

“I’m here ok you are safe with me love you don’t have to worry about being perfect” Jaemin’s words made you feel a lot more calmed so with tear-stained eyes you looked at him and he wore the most filled with love gaze he could ever have “let's sit down ok?” he said barely above a whisper but so loud enough that you could hear it.

Now sat down on your sofa with all of your limbs tangled and never once leaving his embrace he asked “how did we get here my love?” we you two together as a team that word maybe didn’t matter to Jaemin but it had all the reassurance you needed.

As salty tears threatened to escape you began “I don't know I just get into this trances of working and can’t seem to stop because I’m always reminding myself that I can be better” you didn’t even realize it but Jaemin was already wiping stray tears from your face “wonder where I have heard that phrase” he wonders sarcastically “but baby just because you can be better doesn’t mean you have to be better” he reminded “but if I can I have to” your rebutted “no you don't love, perfect doesn't always mean better, you know what my favorite thing about you is?” he started “the mole on your nose because you can only notice it when you are close enough or pay extreme attention to your face and moles are known as imperfections. Imperfections make something have more personality. It's great to have imperfections but the both of us are so perfectionists that we don’t realize it”.

You didn’t know that Jaemin was a perfectionist like you “you deal with this too?” you asked not believing that this could happen to your always happy partner “of course baby not everyone deals with it but since senior year of highschool I have been a huge perfectionist under the excuse that it is for my future” he explained “but also my parents were super strict through my whole life it’s just their hard work rubbing off me” he shrugs sharing a super intimate part of his life that he only has told 2 persons, his best friend since kindergarten, Jeno and you “thank you for telling me love” you whispered appreciating his honesty, you knew that Jaemin was a very private person not always sharing his honest thoughts and his past “thank you for trusting me enough” you said treasuring the trust he had on you, and now it was jaemin’s turn to cry “thank you for putting up with me, understanding me and caring for me I don't know what I would do without you, in a healthy way” he joked and you laughed along understanding that he recently has started therapy for self esteem and a past toxic relationship that he was still healing from.

As you wiped his tears you slowly muttered “I’m so proud of you love you have no idea” as more salty tears came from his eyes, he hid in the crook of your neck leaving a small kiss there “I love you so much” he whispered just close enough to you that you could feel his breath fanning your lips “I love you too baby” you said before Jaemin gave you a kiss full of love, appreciation and warmth conveying all the feelings he was too scared of telling you “we are going to be ok” he whispered as he felt like he found his long lost home you.

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[kyufessions]

Coffee

synopsis: johnny comes home late at night to see you doing something you normally wouldn’t do

pairings: idol boyfriend! johnny x college s/o! g.n. reader

word count: 1.0k

genre: fluffy fluff :3

a/n: johnny suh brainrot ugh

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

freshly brewed coffee filled the air invitingly, bringing a confused look to johnny’s face. it was nearing ten at night, so why were you drinking coffee so late at night? normally you only drank coffee till four in the afternoon, forcibly cutting yourself off otherwise you’d be up all night jittery and have a hard time falling asleep. he slid off his shoes, putting them on your shoe rack next to the apartment’s entrance and walking over to where he heard faint humming to a random song he couldn’t make out.

as he entered through the doorway, your head shot up midway pouring your cup of coffee. you paused, smiling innocently at him. “hey baby, how was practice?” your lips pecked his as he stood in front of you, his elbow leaning on the counter for comfort.

“practice was practice, tiring as usual.” he looked down at your yellow bee themed mug that read ‘bee positive’ being filled with sweet creme flavored creamer, then back up to watch you stir in two teaspoons of sugar. “why're you having coffee so late? it’s almost ten o’clock, babe.”

taking a sip of the sweet caffeine, you smiled to yourself at the sweet flavor. “i have a ten page research paper to finish tonight by midnight. i’m only on page four and i’ve been at it for like, two hours nonstop.”

a sigh left your lips at the taste and exhaustion you felt. you sometimes regretted being a psychology major because of the huge workload you constantly had on your shoulders, but at the same time you knew it was a major you always wanted to pursue and didn’t want to allow tiresome days to get in the way of your future. besides, you had caffeinated drinks to help you through it. more specifically: coffee.

johnny’s hands slowly inched forward towards yours, attempting to take the mug away from you. “i understand you might need it, but it’s getting late. coffee will keep you up well past midnight.”

you shook your head, taking a swig of the steaming drink and backing away around the small kitchen island. hands gripping around your precious mug and eyes glaring at your caring boyfriend, you ran out of the kitchen and down the hall towards your shared bedroom. johnny followed behind you, calling out to hand him the coffee before you spilled it or even worst, spilled it all and cause a sticky mess. you ignored his pleas as your giggles filled the air, shutting the wooden door behind yourself and locking it swiftly.

“ha!” you laughed dramatically, taking another quick sip of the coffee happily. running from johnny was almost impossible, but after practice you always seemed to win since his exhaustion took over his body.

he let out a huff, about to walk away before remembering the extra key to the bedroom door he kept on top of the door frame. “i think you forgot about the extra key, babe.” he retorted, wiggling the key in the hole before successfully turning it to the right and being welcomed by an annoyed you.

you backed up to your desk, sitting on the top of it as you clutched your mug. “i swear if you touch my coffee-“

“i won’t, i promise.” johnny reassured, his hands up in the air in defense as he shuffled towards you in his fuzzy socks. you watched him carefully, your playful glares earning a soft chuckle from him. “at least let me help you a bit, please? you seem really exhausted. and kind of fried.”

you thought for a moment, wondering if you should allow him to help. you were never really one to ask for help much, if any at all. you preferred the feeling of completing tasks on your own because the feeling it provided you made you utterly happy. but you also only had a little less than two hours to finish six pages full of research about a complex mental disorder you had no idea about. so you obliged to his offer, giving him the rundown of everything you needed to complete and him happily getting to work automatically.

as the clock struck 11:51PM, you finally pressed the ‘submit’ button which caused tired yet excited cheers from the man sprawled across the wooden floor next to you. you quickly wrapped yourself around him, mumbling thank you between the multiple cheek kisses you provided him with. his chuckles filled the room, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom with The Black Keys playing softly in the background. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer so he could place a proper kiss on your lips.

your lips moved in synch, just like always. neither of you ever got tired of each other's kisses, if anything you both could get drunk off of them alone. you felt your hands trail into his hair, messing with his fluffy blonde hair that you couldn’t get enough of. as a minute passed you both by, your lips turned into smiles which caused laughter to fill the air. even after five years together, your love was still as pure as ever.

he was the first to pull away, wanting to regulate his breathing pattern before continuing. “proud of you, baby.”

you smiled down at him, laying your head on his chest to hear his fastening heartbeat. “i couldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you.” your eyes started feeling heavy and johnny noticed, raking his fingers through your hair to help you fall asleep faster. you seemed so exhausted, and him knowing tomorrow was your off day from classes he wanted you to sleep heavy tonight with no worries.

his lips pressed a small kiss to your forehead, a tired smile spread on his lips as he did so. “i’ll always be here to help when you need it. now go to bed, sleepy head.”

johnny ended up picking you up from the floor that night, putting you into the bed and making sure you were tucked in comfortably. as you noticed your chest rising and falling consistently, he placed a long kiss to your temple and took your nearly empty coffee mug to the kitchen sink. he smiled at himself as he noticed the coffee maker still had coffee in it, shaking his head and chuckling to himself. he was utterly in love with a coffee addict, but he didn’t mind. matter of fact, he loved it. and he loved you.

#kyufessions nct #kyufessions 127 #nct #nct 127 #johnny #johnny suh #johnny fluff #johnny suh fluff #nct fuff #nct 127 fluff

[littlecherryhuanlin]

Ghost of You- Nakamoto Yuta

You may like: Love At Dawn with NCT Jaemin

Disclaimer: This story revolves around death (Yuta is a Ghost), so if you don't feel comfortable reading this type of content or believe that some trigger can be activated please don't read.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but also contains the use of bad words, morbid themes, explicit angst, bullying, arguments, death of the main character and mentions of a car accident, not recommended for minors.

The crowd of people pushing each other as they walked excitedly through the park, only served to confirm what YN already expected: The Neo House was famous, not that YN has never participated in any of the group's “events” before, far from it; after almost 3 long years of friendship with Haechan, the young woman was even considered an honorary member of the fraternity (according to Jungwoo, who stated the fact after YN rejected Jaehyun for the tenth time during the first year), however, the amount of people in the place was too much even for the Neos, which only pointed out how wrong she was in recommending that the fraternity do something else for the annual event that year, but after all what fault was she in thinking that no one would give in an entire park for a bunch of college kids? Food stalls stretched for meters, fraternity members were spread out working, the whole place was active, packed with hundreds of excited people and even a discount system had been organized for the entire park from the rides to the official stores.

YN couldn't help but let out a sigh as she unsuccessfully searched for an acquaintance; since NingNing had abandoned her as soon as they arrived at the park she had already gotten lost three times while trying to find the agreed meeting point, sending a brief message to Haechan asking him to meet her in front of the red shooting tent, she put her cell phone away and turned to face the large plushies displayed as possible prizes when she heard a voice whisper beside her:

- You lost? - A tall red-haired guy wearing a black jacket was staring at her with a smile on his face waiting for an answer from her which never came- The game, you couldn't win?

- Hmm? – realizing just at the moment that she was staring at him she turned back to the plushies to hide the shade of red painted on her cheeks, he was gorgeous, ethereal if she was honest with her words- oh no, I kind of lost myself and I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up.

- Oh, I understand, so I'll try my luck then - a few minutes passed while the boy kept himself busy in the game and she kept herself busy checking him out and her phone for any answer from her friend - Ok, it seems that your friend ditched u - seeing that the guy had given up on the game and was now staring at her YN nodded in confirmation, making a mental note to kill Haechan the next day- You could come with me- at the sound of the boy's voice she looked up in confusion- Well, it turns out that my friends ditched me too and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for nothing and since we are both alone now why don't we keep each other company tonight?

- I don't know...- YN looked around to make sure none of her friends were in sight looking for her then she analyzed her options: stand there being judged by everyone passing by, go home and lose all time she'd spent getting dressed and going to the venue or have fun with the handsome stranger— Alright, let's go.

Three hours later as she walked by the boy's side she was sure that was the best choice she had ever made, they went on so many different rides, ate so much and laughed so hard the whole night, she wasn't even sure if she had grabbed his hand on the haunted house or the hurricane, but she definitely wasn't complaining, nor was he, looking extremely comfortable as he dragged her to one of the secluded benches. Shortly as they were seated, he released her hand, and despite wanting to protest she busied herself with feasting on the sweet they'd just acquired, until he came closer, his feline eyes locked on hers, making she anxious, to her, an eternity had passed before he leaned in, soft cherry-flavored lips touching hers, his free hand moving to cup her face, hers pulling at his shirt trying to hold him closer. As they parted he was smiling at her, she almost pulled him back mesmerized by him, low voice bringing her back to reality.

- I've been wanting to do this all night... -she smiled averting her face embarrassed, it was obvious that she wanted the same - did you have fun? - he let out a light laugh seeing the girl shake her head quickly in affirmation while saying that she had never had so much fun in an amusement park before, he took her hand again intertwining their fingers as she leaned on him looking at the stars a comfortable silence settling in- It's late, maybe I can take you home?

YN was close to asking him to do so when her cell phone rang, Haechan's name glowing red on the screen, sending him a silent apology the young woman answered the phone to hear Haechan scream while asking where the hell she was and demand her not to move as he was going to find her.

- Well I guess you'll have to go home alone - she explained after ending the call - my friend is coming to find me right now.

- So - he pulled her away placing a kiss on her forehead - I think it's time for us to part ways princess - he kissed her again, this time a needy kiss completely different from the previous one, full of desire and in a way hungry -  I'll never forget about tonight, my dear.

YN was about to answer him when a distant voice made her turn around, seeing Haechan at far she stood up and called him back, turning to find nothing but anything around, he was gone, not even giving her the chance to ask for his phone number.

- Where did your new friend go?

- I don't know what you were talking about!

- Your body disagrees, you're blushing like crazy.

- I'm tired Haechan, let's go home, pls...

When YN met with the others on Wednesday to help tally the results of the event - fundraising, profits, tickets, and more - everyone was excited and the girl was assigned to sort food along with other "fraternity" girls.

- Did you go home on Saturday YN? - Johnny's girlfriend questioned while helping the girl move some milk cartons.

- Me?

- Uhun, I remember seeing everyone but you.

- Oh no, I was- she stopped to contemplate not sure what she should say, choosing to avoid further questions, she decided to approach the red-haired guy as a friend - with a friend.

- Haechan? - it was Jeno's sister's turn to join the conversation.

- Haechan stayed with the boys all night - said Renjun's girlfriend - as well as YangYang and Jeno.

- What matters - Kun's girlfriend approached, rubbing the girl's shoulders - is if YN had fun.

- It was really fun actually, we did a lot of things that I honestly don't think Haechan would let me do if I was with him.

-Looks like you really enjoyed yourself- Renjun's girlfriend joked when she noticed YN was blushing- so are you going to tell us who your new boyfriend is?

-He's not my boyfriend- YN replied a little louder than she should have, catching the attention of Taeil who was on a phone call, apologizing briefly while reinforcing to the girls that she had absolutely no boyfriend- He was just a friend, I already told you.

- Then tell us which of your friends was with you - the girl continued pressing - why all this secrecy?

- It was just someone I met there - the girl finally let it out noting how a little argument had started between her friends' girlfriends over her - a guy I met after Ningning abandoned me.

- YN you were walking around with a stranger ??- Johnny's girlfriend rejoined the conversation having clearly heard the last part- that's dangerous.

- He didn't look dangerous at all - the whole group was looking at her intently now - he was funny and handsome, very handsome in fact.

- Our YN has a crush - joked Jeno's sister- and what's his name?

- I don't have a crush and I don't know- fuck ,YN wanted to get into a hole, of course, she had to forget to ask his name- I didn't ask...

- You spent all night long with someone and didn't ask their name? -One of the girls asked.

-Oh come on YN, why are you hiding his name? - Renjun's girlfriend asked in an accusing tone - none of us will steal it from you, you know.

Johnny's girlfriend intervened in the joke after seeing YN clearly fidgeting uncomfortably, asking everyone to speed up the work and little by little all of them went back to their tasks, all except Renjun's girlfriend who kept asking questions about the boy. When they all sat down a few hours later to rest that's when YN lost his temper.

- Can you please shut up - the girl said irritated having completely lost her cool under the girl's insinuations - I already told you everything and you keep acting like a dick.

- How the fuck?- the girl barked louder approaching making YN stand up, the others still stunned by the girl's outburst just watched the younger one now with an accusing finger close to YN's face- Listen here, you Lying little bitch, it's not our fault you don't have enough friends to hang out with and need to invent a fake boyfriend to make yourself feel good- the room was now quite crowded with some of the boys who had come to see what the commotion was all about, Jeno's sister pulling the angry girl back while Kun's girlfriend led YN to another room - I'm just curious - she could hear the girl talking loudly - I mean none of us saw her all night and now she says she was with someone that she doesn't even know the name? She's obviously lying.

- I'm not a liar - YN vented in a low tone to the girl who accompanied her - everyone left me alone there and I was just glad to have someone with me that I didn't care about his name.

YN hurriedly ran away with tears in her eyes ignoring Haechan and the others calling out to her as she ran away from the house as fast as she could.

Over two weeks passed with YN completely ignoring any frat people and their relatives, even skipping some classes and keeping her phone off to avoid them. In the meantime the girl had been concentrating on trying to find out who the boy she had been with that night was, she had looked everywhere on social media, on forums and college groups, new and old and nothing. YN had also asked to several students if they knew any guy matching his description, in the end no sign that he was real other than her memories of that night, she was starting to believe that her mind had made it all up when she was cornered by Johnny, Haechan and Taeyong in her apartment on a Friday.

-We just want to talk to you... -Taeyong said while the girl tried to close the door in their faces- YN, please, we're worried!

- I don't need you to feel that way.

- Don't be an asshole YN - Johnny said entering the house followed by the others - You don't answer our calls, don't show up for classes, didn't look for or contact any of us for two weeks!

- We're your friends you brat - Haechan said intervening in the conversation - if that's because of what that weirdo said.

- I wasn't lying and I don't need my friends to accuse me of it either - protested YN interrupting.

-I know you didn't lie I saw you guys together- Haechan said as if it was obvious as he sat on the couch next to Taeyong who gestured for her to do the same- Danm YN, I even teased you about it that night.

-Here- Taeyong handed her a yearbook- we found out you were looking for him while you know we were looking for you- Taeyong opened the book and pointed to a boy apparently Japanese with dark hair, at that moment Johnny put a glass of water in front of her on the coffee table as he sits next to the others - Nakamoto Yuta- the girl gave him a questioning look as she took the book from his hands and took a closer look at the boy's face- Johnny remembered seeing someone similar to the description Haechan gave us in one of the yearbooks while working in the library last year.

- I wasn't sure where exactly it was so it took us a while to find it - said the eldest while eating a snack that she was sure she had hidden earlier.

- What? I looked for him everywhere in the media, in college, and nothing- now analyzing the other pages of the yearbook, YN found herself confused by the dating on the cover- class of 98?- she watched as the boys exchanged strange looks between themselves- I think you guys made a mistake, there's no way this is possible- she decreed- this guy should be on his 40 or something, and I'm telling you I definitely wasn't with an old man that night.

-Look again YN- Haechan leaned over opening the book to the previous page while looking for something on his phone- imagine his hair on a dark red and boom - he almost hit her excitedly pointing a finger at the screen - are you really gonna tell me that this isn't him?

She took the device from his hands, lost between her friend's cell phone and the old photo from the yearbook, she certainly noticed the strange similarities between the boy from the park and the guy from the old pages, she sure did it, but the edited photo on Haechan’s phone who showed off a red-haired Yuta took her to a whole new level of conformation and even though the girl wasn't talking to any of them as she muttered meaningless questions trying to prove to herself that none of that was possible, Taeyong answered her.

-We have a theory - he said gently as he gestured to Johnny who held out his phone to her - please don't make a scandal.

Why would I- YN stood there frozen as a newspaper page dated November 2000 flashed on the screen, "Drunken driver crashes into a college group: Yonsei basketball prodigy among fatalities" despite the shocking headline what left YN terrified was the photo attached to it; Yuta along with a few other students smiling broadly, stunned she looked to her friends for an explanation- Ten did this? -the three of them quickly shook their heads in denial- so who dit it?

- It's a genuine story YN- Taeyong moved to sit next to her- the library lady said she remembered the accident and that we can probably find the original newspaper there, you can check it for yourself if you don't believe it.

-What does this mean? - tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at the older one next to her, Johnny joining them handing her the glass of water while Haechan just stared at the window - did I dream about it or what?

- Or you had a date with a ghost - Haechan faced her friend - had a date with a hot ghost on the day of the dead.

- You're not helping.- the youngest shrugged his shoulders while Johnny took the lead to explain the boy's words- you know it was November 2nd, the day of the dead.

- You see - it was Taeyong who was speaking now having noticed the confusion on the younger's face - this guy is definitely on another plane and in some cultures the day of the dead is the day they can roam freely across the land.

- You went crazy- the girl got up moving away from the boys- A ghost? I was very close to him you know, he was very real, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding here.

- Oh I know, I saw how close you were when he was sticking his tongue down your throat, which just means- Haechan said approaching the girl with a mocking tone- that a ghost almost fucked you cutie.

As soon as the forbidden topic - as Haechan named the girl's date with a ghost (which he'd rather dismiss as funny than admit that he'd been totally freaked out when he found the accident article) - it was closed after lengthy jokes and theories from the boys, the night was filled with delicious snacks and complaints about how she'd tossed them aside because of Renjun's stupid girlfriend. YN felt relieved to have her friends back, however, a couple of hours later the girl found herself sitting on the bed staring at the heavy rain hitting the window while thinking about what had happened.

In fact, a little after the boys left she went into detective mode, and now with a name she had scoured dozens of websites looking for information about the guy, info that she had found and that led her to believe in the theory brought by her friends, which she would definitely never admit to them, despite her exhaustion YN didn't think that she could sleep that night, in fact, she didn't think she would be able to sleep well for a while now.

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[charmingyong]

[0310]

You let out an irritated huff as you leaned back against the chair, crossing your arms and legs. Your nightclub clothes stated that you didn’t have a care for whatever nonsense that you were escorted into the police station for. All you were doing was driving home until the red and blue lights flashed with sirens, making you slow down and pullover to the side. When you objected to the reason you were stopped, the officer on duty had no choice but to bring you into the station.

Your feet tapped impatiently as you waited for an officer to take a seat in front of you at the desk.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” said a voice from behind you. When you twirled slightly in your seat, your breath got caught in your throat for having to be blessed with a cute face.

Officer Taeyong offered you a smile and rounded to his seat, plopping down into his chair and let out a sigh. “It’s been a wild Saturday night,” he muttered with a faint smirk.

Clearing your throat, you stuck with defending yourself. “It’s not my fault. I was only driving slightly above the speed limit.”

Taeyong typed into the keyboard to pull up the case. “I’m sorry but driving at 127 kph when the speed limit is 80 is not slightly above.”

“No one was around me, plus my favourite number is 127 so I just wanted to...,” your voice grew smaller as you trailed off nervously.

A smirk curled at the corner of his lips when hearing your excuse. “Rules are rules. You will have to pay a fine of $200.”

You bit your lower lip and leaned forward, resting your hands on the table. “Do you think I can pay $127 instead?”

You thought he would get annoyed by your tactics, but when he let out the softest chuckle with his crinkling eyes, he met your puppy eyes and replied, “How about paying the rest off by going on a date with me?”

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[daegall]

☆ late night company.

➷ in which the Gods give you a shit day, and Aphrodite makes up for it.

pairing: son of poseidon!jeno x daughter of ares!reader

genre: hurt comfort, fluff, slight angst, bff2l!AU

warnings: anxiety, injuries, reader is implied to be female!!

word count: 4k words

a/n: sorry if any opla readers get this i just suddenly got the urge to write for mr lee jeno bc <3 jeno tee hee !! also wtf this work has been sitting in my drafts for a whole 8 days i wanted to post it SO bad but i went out of country and didnt have my laptop </33

anw!!! bros the sunflower of 3 years is now jeno biased,,,, sorry hyuck i still love you

You feel your heart continuously spiraling in your chest. It's growing wild, crashing heartbeats uneven and quick. With every breath you breathe, you feel a dark, nervous pit in your stomach grow. 

Anxiety. 

One place you never fail to find yourself at when you're feeling especially weak, is none other than by the river. Oftentimes you spend your time skipping rocks or staring at the water, the tranquility bringing some kind of peace to you. 

However, none of those things seem to help tonight. 

You sit on the dock, playing and fiddling nervously with your fingers as your mind runs too fast for your liking. 

"You're on my property,"

A sudden voice to your right startles you, more than you'd like, yelping in surprise. 

And at your reaction, the person next to you instantly knows something is wrong.

It's Lee Jeno, son of Poseidon, heartthrob of all of Camp Half Blood. 

Someone who's stolen your heart.

Jeno stands there with a boyish smile on his face, a glint in his eyes shows no harm, though shines with charm. His hair is messy, which is normal for this late hour, but he seems as awake as ever. 

He's a big reason why you're in this state, and it seems to get worse and better at the same time as you observe his expressions. His eyebrows crease, in worry, lips that were previously smiling quickly transforming into a worried frown.

"Sorry," You mumble, frantically standing up. "I didn't realize,"

How did it even slip your mind? You're by the lake, he's the son of the God of the Seas, of course you're in his area. 

Before you can take a step forward, Jeno halts you, "No!" he reaches out with a hurry laced in his voice. "No, please stay,"

He could never forgive himself if he were to leave you alone in such a state. It's clear you're vulnerable. And for you to be just the slightest bit disturbed is a bad sign.

You've always been calm, composed, even in the heat of a battle, you were always so sure of yourself. Seeing you here, so oblivious about everything, your mind drifted somewhere far? Jeno can't help but worry.

"O-oh, okay," You nod, before awkwardly retracting your foot, taking it back right next to your other one. 

It's silent a moment after, with neither of you knowing what to say. All that can be heard is the quiet waves rippling through the lake, and the soft bristling of the trees brushing against each other. 

God, Jeno looks really cute tonight. 

It's rare to find him outside of his armor, paired with his sword, gifted from his father, and shield, looking fit for the title of a demi-god, and yet tonight you see him so human. He sports a bomber jacket, a random band t-shirt underneath, and a pair of basketball shorts. 

To put it simply, Lee Jeno looks very boyfriend material right now. 

To him as well, you look different from what you're usually looking like on a daily basis. Just like him, you look human. But in a different way. Once again, you look vulnerable. There's an obvious nervous glint in your eyes, unfocused and darting everywhere, and your form shrinks with every moment that passes, arms hugging to yourself. 

"Are you okay?" 

Jeno's voice is comforting, gentle, and yet it still manages to startle you. 

Why are you so uneasy tonight?

You don't respond. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. A moment passes, then another, but you can't seem to find your words. 

"No," You breathe out. In an instant, you feel your body relax when the truth finally comes out, relaxing further when Jeno seems to be unbothered by the fact, reaching out to you. 

You accept his offer, stepping closer to him, your fast heartbeat finally slowing when his hands gently search for comfort in yours, his thumbs rubbing gently at your skin. 

"I'm not okay,"

"I know,"

And when Jeno looks into your eyes, he doesn't think anything could hurt him more than this. He's been in countless battles, earned multiple injuries and scars, but there's a different kind of hurt when he sees the tears forming at your waterline. 

"Can you explain?" You find solace in his warm touch, following as he tugs at your arm. A silent invitation to his cabin. You don't pull away. Jeno glances at you for an answer, smiling softly when you nod simply. 

You can't explain it, but there's a feeling you have whenever you're around Lee Jeno. It's comforting, gentle, and you feel that you can be genuinely vulnerable around him. 

You think it's love. 

You date it back to last summer, when you had defeated him in a small spar together. Despite you winning, he was the one smiling brighter. It confused you at first. You thought maybe he was making fun of you, maybe he let you win, but a moment later, you realized it was admiration. 

The way his smile caused your own had your heart lifting, filling your head with thoughts you never thought you'd have for anyone.

When you went to Jaemin, son of Aphrodite, he thought you were dumb at first. How could you not see it? Lee Jeno had been harboring feelings for you for weeks, and finally, you felt the same. 

And just 2 weeks ago—13 days and 12 hours ago, to be exact, Jeno confessed his feelings. 

Feeling terrified and confused about what to do, you asked for time, time in which he gave you generously. 

You don't know why he's still nice to you, when you've been taking so damn long to answer him. 

You suppose he really does love you, you conclude it when he's taken you to sit with him on a couch. 

The cabin is quiet, so very quiet, it's a nice change from your cabin, full of life and busy people running left and right, with crafting tables in every corner, you like how quiet it is. 

Jeno sits patiently next to you, his hands still in yours. "How are you feeling now?"

You peer up at him, attempting to blink your tears away. "Better," You sigh, smiling lightly. It's natural, and unlike your usual bold smile, but Jeno feels absolutely lucky to be able to see it. 

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

He means no harm, simply wanting to help you, but it still confuses you. How could he be so caring towards you?

You answer him, despite your mixed emotions, quietly mumbling, "I've just had a really shit day." Your head turns away from him, almost embarrassingly, pursing your lips.  

Jeno's hand releases from yours, and although you instantly miss its warmth, his fingers find itself caressing at your jaw lovingly, before he turns your head back to him. He looks at you with care, so lovingly that it almost overwhelms you, as he speaks, "Tell me about it,"

Something about Lee Jeno just makes you want to melt, to depend fully on him and be loved, to love him. It scares the shit out of you. 

"I lost a sparring," You mumble. Jeno can't help but chuckle a little. To others, losing a practice battle is routine, everyday, but it means so much to you it makes him feel proud of how passionate you are. 

However, there's something you're not telling him. He can feel it. 

"And then?"

"And then my siblings were constantly at my neck because of it."

Truth be told, it's not just today's battle. You've been off for 2 whole weeks, and for good reason. 

But feeling this way... it feels so foreign to you. You hate that Jeno has such a hold on you, such an effect on you, plaguing your mind and constantly being reminded of him from the smallest things, it's new. 

But another part of you longs for more, for more change, to explore this new thing, to be happy with Jeno. 

"I feel weak," You tell him. You feel even weaker when he hums in understanding, feeling the warmth of his fingers caress your skin. His hand is still on your jaw, now wiping away the stray tears you didn't even realize you had let slip, oh so gently and carefully. 

"I'm supposed to be strong, like my siblings, like my father. But I can barely control my emotions and actions and sometimes I just feel so... useless? I'm Ares’ daughter, for fucks sake. The God of war. I-I should be able to fight with no problem, win every fight. Isn't that what I was made for?" 

You can sense Jeno's growing concern, you can feel it with each hush he lets out when you cry a little harder, you can feel it now that he's let both of your hands go to cup dearly at your cheeks, and you hate that you yearn for more. 

Why must you appear so weak in front of Lee Jeno? 

"I know it's just my emotions and whatnot, but... god, I don't want to disappoint people anymore,"

Jeno shakes his head, squeezing gently at your cheeks. "Don't say that. You don't disappoint anyone,"

"I disappoint my father—I disappoint myself." You say instantly, and it's clear it's a thought you've had for a long time. "I disappoint you..."

Jeno's eyes desperately search for yours, his face leaning in close to yours. "Hey, hey, look at me,"

His voice lulls you to a calmer state, as he shakes his head lightly, and despite all that you've said, how much of a burden you've been to him, he smiles at you. How can he smile at you? When you've been nothing but so frustrating tonight? 

"You could never disappoint anyone," Jeno mumbles firmly, stroking at your cheek. "not me, at least,"

For months on end, Jeno has watched you beat yourself up for the smallest things you do wrong. A small mistake during a spar, tactics failing in a game of capture the flag, even when you get the date wrong you never cease to criticize yourself.

You've got high expectations. Expectations even you yourself can't reach. 

"Don't you see? I'm disappointing you right now," You breathe out. It's full of anguish, distress, as if to prove a point. A point that Jeno can never see. "I'm being such a burden, you shouldn't even have to take care of me—"

"—I want to take care of you." Jeno interjects immediately. "I need to know you're safe. I don't care if you think you're a burden, because I know you will never be one."

Through your sniffling, and wobbly lips, a smile is somehow curling on your lips, as your hands creep up to circle around Jeno's wrists. 

"There's that smile," He whispers, with the brightest grin you might ever see, a smile even Apollo, the God of sun and light could never beat. 

Jeno leans in close, before he presses his lips gently to your cheek, cleaning you of your tears. Each kiss he leaves on your skin spreads warmth within you, like a fire growing bigger and bigger, until it consumes your whole soul.

This time, you welcome the fire, finally feeling secure within Jeno's arms. 

What have you been so worried about? Lee Jeno may be oblivious at times, but he's not dumb. He's genuine, he's caring and loving and he's the same person who confessed his love for you 13 days ago, the same heart, the same mind, the same Jeno. 

So, you fall into him. You don't care if it's terrifying, or if you have a few bumps on the way, because Jeno is your safetynet. He always has been, and will always continue to be your safetynet. 

You just hope Jeno feels the same for you. 

You're brought back to reality when Jeno pecks lightly at your nose, his laugh resonating through the room right after he sees your shocked face. 

"You know I like you, right?"

You've known for 13 days and 12 hours. Even with all that time to process his confession, it's like he's saying it for the first time, as he holds your face dearly, as he stares into your eyes with so much emotion, it almost overwhelms you. He says it as if he means it. 

And he does. 

"I know," You know with all your heart. You melt when he smiles sweetly down at you, your throat burning with the urge to tell him that you like him too, hell you might even love him. Your fingers tingle, yearning for his touch, your heart burning for him. But he doesn't deserve it. Not after how long you made him wait for a response. 

You don’t understand how Jeno could ever look at you the way he is right now, his eyes shining with such a dear look in them, his lips curling lightly. You know you look like a mess, with your puffy eyes and wet cheeks, how could anyone see the worst side of you and still love you?

You suppose it’s the pressure you get from all your tough siblings, standards way too high for you to reach, but you know you would feel the same if Jeno was crying in your arms as well. 

“Good.” He mumbles. “It won’t change.”

A sensation hits you. Your heart jumps and you feel all of a sudden breathless. No amount of tears could take this much air from your lungs, and it’s not anxiety filling them. This time… it’s a warm feeling, it swirls and spreads all through you as Jeno continues. 

“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N, that I would stop liking you just because you didn’t answer me. But that’s not true,” He shakes his head, stroking at your cheeks as he scoots closer to you. His voice grows softer, but with the distance between you two, he’s never been clearer before. “I’ll wait for you. Forever, if I have to.”

Lee Jeno has you hypnotized, and you wonder if this is what sirens are like, because he’s all that you want suddenly, you feel so dizzy and hazed with… love. You love him, goddamn it, and he loves you too. 

“Just… take your time, okay? I want your answer to come from you, your heart. Not from your siblings, or father, or even me. I want your truth,”

And your truth is him. It stupid to think, but you truly do think that you were made to be with Lee Jeno. 

When he pulls away, and finally gives you some (very unwanted) space, you decide to tell him. 

“Jeno,” You breathe out. You’re sure the sounds of waves outside his window can easily beat your volume, but you’re more sure Jeno hears you, as his eyebrows shoot up instantly, and he hums, leaning in close. He’s always so tentative to you, you’ve always loved this trait about him. 

“It’s been two weeks–”

“–I said you don’t need to–”

“–I want to,”

This time, it’s him who goes speechless, and you can almost see the pink in his cheeks growing under the dark light of his cabin. “Go on,” He finally says. 

“Thank you,” You reply. “As I was saying, it’s been two weeks, and I’m ready to give you my answer.”

Jeno’s shocked when you reach over, fingers brushing over his, as you take his hands in yours. “I’ve… always been held under some sort of expectation, always being watched, waiting for some victory, and I hated it. I still do,”

Jeno’s heart softens, as does his eyes as he listens, knowing very well what you are talking about. You’ve isolated yourself countless times when you are unable to reach the expectations, afraid to show anyone emotion. 

“and god, did I want to give up. I’m sick of my siblings always picking at my every flaw, judging every step I take. I felt trapped. But you… you’re the opposite. I feel so free around you, it scares the shit out of me. I think about you constantly, day and night, when I’m training or just reading a book, every tiny thing reminds me of you and it’s honestly scary. And you have no expectations for me, it was confusing at first, but I understand now. I don’t have any for you, either. I love how competitive you are, and how you’re still so humble despite being a child of one of the big three’s, and how you take care of everyone, even people you don’t know, and hell–I find your lame jokes funny. I never minded when you’d watch over me, if anything, I loved it. And I was confused what it was at first,”

You suck in a deep breath, shutting your eyes, Your heart beats loud in all your senses, you feel it rising at your throat, tingling at your fingers that Jeno caresses, but it’s okay. It’s Jeno, he could never hurt you.

“But I know now.” Your eyes flutter open, and in a second, your nerves fly away. Jeno’s looking at you with so much love, patiently waiting for you to finish, so you do. 

“I like you, Jeno. I might even love you,”

You both grow silent after that. 

Once again, you grow anxious. 

Holy shit, did he lose feelings in the span of your 2 minutes spent ranting to him?

And when you’re about to lose all hope of an acceptance, Jeno’s fingers tighten around yours the moment they attempt to slip away. 

Alarmed, your eyes slowly trail back up to his face, unable to read his expressions. 

Jeno sighs. “Say it again?”

“The… the whole thing? I mean, I could,” You mumble. You’re serious. You could recite the whole thing if he wanted word-by-word, you’d do anything for Lee Jeno right now. 

When he doesn’t say a word, you suspect it’s what he’s genuinely asking for, clearing your throat to start over once again. “right, okay, uh… how did I start?”

Suddenly, you realize that you are not capable of reciting the whole thing word-by-word. It had all come out with its own flow, you had absolutely no control of your mind, nor did you even think you’d have to say the whole thing again. 

Despite that, you still try. “Um–I was always told I had expectations… is that what I said? I don’t know, I don’t really remember. Just something about um, feeling trapped, or something… and feeling free around you? Is that… I think that’s what I said.”

Stupidly, you keep going, knowing fully well that you can’t repeat the deep and touching moment. Jeno finds it so very endearing that you try, however, unable to find it in himself to actually stop you, when you look so cute holding onto his hands and trying to remember your words. 

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter, but after that I said something about, uh, you being a child of Poseidon? God, I can barely remember. Anyway, you’re cool, Jeno, you really are–”

Suddenly, your mouth clamps shut. A warmth envelops your chin, lips, to your cheeks, before you realize Lee Jeno has his hand covering your mouth, shutting you up. You’re surprised to see a grin on his lips, even more so when he starts chuckling, taking his hand off to ruffle it gently on the top of your head. “Not that part,” He finally says. 

“Then… which part?” The way you look at him, Jeno almost thinks you’re doing it all on purpose. Your eyes shining just for him, your confused scrunch on your eyebrows, how could he ever fall more in love with you?

“You love me?”

Oh. That part. 

“...yeah,” You breathe out, growing shy. It takes you a moment, before you remember his words. 

Say it again.

“I think I’m in love with you, Jeno,”

At your words, he seems to grow tense, but it’s different from all the sparring matches you’ve had with him. He has a huge smile on his face, his eyes creasing into little moons, moons in which you love, the smile that you long to see everyday. How did it take you so long to decide you love him?

“I think I’m in love with you too, Y/N.”

“Okay, cool,” You nod, attempting to act cool. The Gods know how you really feel, your heart beating as fast as ever, shit eating grin growing on your face as his hands slip in yours once more, as you lean into him. “that’s super cool,”

“mhm, yeah, really epic,” Jeno mirrors your attitude, you can tell he’s growing shy. You know from the way his voice dies down a little, growing small with mumbles, you know from the way he curls his body slightly, but he’s still as confident as ever, bumping his forehead with yours. 

You chuckle at the action, shutting your eyes to savor the moment. 

At that moment, you both silently thank Aphrodite, for guiding the both of you here, right now. 

Your eyes open once again, and you find Jeno already staring at you. You offer him a smile, one that he welcomes, and returns with his own bright grin. His mouth opens slightly for a moment, but nothing comes out. Jeno blinks, thinking hard to himself. 

You wonder what he could be thinking about, but before you could wonder more, or even ask what’s on his mind, he speaks. 

“Can I… kiss you?”

You chuckle lightly at his words, bringing your forehead away from his as your head throws back in soft laughter. Albeit confused, Jeno still watches, his heart burning with every laugh you let out. 

“You know you don’t have to ask, right?” You finally say as you stop laughing. “Go ahead,”

Jeno smiles, and his face is so close to yours that he could smile against your own. Your noses brush, eyes slowly shutting, and his warm lips envelop yours. It feels tender, soft, gentle, and loving, his hands wrapping slowly around your waist. Kissing Jeno is different from what you’ve always thought kissing him would be like. It’s comforting, not rushed. It’s welcoming, it feels like home, where you’ve always belonged. 

Jeno feels the exact same thing, his lips curling and shifting between yours as your hands hold dearly at his jaw, caressing at his skin. 

When you pull away, all that resonates through the Poseidon cabin is your shallow breathing, and sounds of the soft waves hitting shore, and it couldn’t be more perfect. In Jeno’s arms, worrying about nothing, thinking about nothing but him. 

“Stay the night?”

“What?”

Jeno’s eyes widen as he realizes his abrupt words, his mouth gaping. “N-no! Not like that!”

You both know it’s not like that. You find it cute that he still says it, anyway. 

“I-I mean, your siblings upset you, right? You don’t want to go back to your cabin–unless you want to! Of course, it’s your choice, completely,”

And they say chivalry is dead. 

All you can do is continue to stare at him as he goes on and on, admiring the way his cheeks grow red, and his rushed words, you wonder if this is how Jeno felt when you ranted before. 

“I, personally, don’t want you going somewhere you don’t feel safe in, you know? With people who have hurt you. We could just hang out, talk, or something. I can show you a bunch of stuff my dad left for m–”

This time, Jeno’s shocked, blinking at you as your hand envelops his lips to halt his ranting.

“I’d love to stay over,” You mumble, dropping your hand from his face. “you’re the only one I feel safe with right now,” 

Jeno finally grins, feeling love resonate through his body, reaching out to place his palm on your cheek. The love spreads and multiplies as you lean into his palm, like a disease, but you know if that was the case you would have been infected for a long time already. 

“...so can I check out Poseidon’s trident?”

“Oh, for sure. That thing’s huge.”

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[markmyheartz]

Masterlist

Stray Kids

Bangchan- Period (smut)

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Wayv

Yangyang- You want me? (Smut)

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Enhypen

Jake- Just Shut Up and Kiss Me (Fluff)

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[kpoppwriter]

Ice Cream

❧ Genre: fluff with some suggestiveness 

❧ Words: 335

❧ Warnings: mentions of eating

❧ Synopsis: Yuta wasn’t so fond about how much you were enjoying your ice cream

❧ A/N: dude who’s my oppa? it’s obviously yuta. yutaaaa oppaaa

~ ※ 7 Drabbles for 7K ※ ~

You stood in your kitchen eating some delicious ice cream straight out of the pint. You were happily scooping small bites out of the carton and letting it melt in your mouth. You were so focused on your dessert that you didn't hear a pair of footsteps coming towards you. You let out a little gasp when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Geez, you scared me Yuta!”

"Sorry baby," he rested his chin on your shoulder, "What’re you doing?”

"What's it look like? I'm eating ice cream."

You scooped a bite and brought it up to Yuta’s lips. He took the bite letting out a small hum at the sweet treat. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, the coldness of his lips sending a shiver down your spine.

"Why don't you come back to bed?”

"But…my ice cream,” you pouted

“Babydoll, the ice cream won't go anywhere," his lips hovered beside your ear, "And I need you right now."

“This ice cream is really good though."

Yuta let out a sigh but he wasn't ready to give up yet. He let you eat a little more before starting his new plan. His lips pressed a kiss to your neck. Then another. And another. His mouth littered your skin with kisses and the occasional small hickey. You tried to ignore his antics but after a while you couldn't help but melt under his touch. Your ice cream was quickly forgotten about.

"Come to bed with me,” he murmured against your skin

“But…ah- but…” you paused for a moment, "Fine. I’ll put the ice cream away."

You reluctantly left Yuta’s arms and put your pint of ice cream in the freezer. You sighed and turned towards Yuta with a little angry pout on your face.

"I better be getting some compensation for having to put my ice cream away."

Yuta let out a laugh and kissed your cheek.

"Don't worry, angel. I'll make sure you are completely satisfied."

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[writemekpop]

Writemekpop March Updates

🌻- Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

1. Bad Boy Down Part 1 | Part 2  - Na Jaemin 💋

Summary: Jaemin’s been stuck in jail for four months, and you’re both beyond horny. When you visit him, you decide to do something naughty…

Genre: Prisoner!Jaemin, suggestive

Warnings: Nudity, flashing, Jaemin being cocky

2. Bodyguard - Dong Sicheng (Winwin) 🌻

Summary: Being mafia playboy Winwin’s bodyguard is tough - especially when he’s determined to flirt with you

Genre: Mafia AU, Bodyguard!Y/n, fluff

3. Panties - Jennie Kim 💋

Summary: You forget a very intimate anniversary, and your girlfriend Jennie is upset…

Genre: Sapphic, Girlfriend!Jennie

4. R U Ridin’? - Lee Taeyong 🌻

Summary: Taeyong is a mafia boss, and he hides it from you… but what happens when his secret gets revealed?

Genre: Mafia AU, Single mom!Y/n

Warnings: Mentions of guns, a rocky relationship, Taeyong being a stepdad, suggestive content

5. Eat Your Heart Out - Qian Kun ☔️

Summary: You and Kun are in a zombie apocalypse. One of you has to sacrifice your life. As things get worse, old wounds open up - like the time when someone cheated…

Genre: Angst, established relationship AU

Warnings: Infidelity, angst, zombies, character death

6. Bite the Bullet - Mark Lee ☔️

Summary: You beg your mafia boyfriend Mark not to leave on a mission, but things go wrong quick…

Genre: Mafia AU, established relationship AU, major angst

Warnings: Violence, gun shot

Timestamps

[11:31 PM] Stay Mad - Lee Jeno 💋

Summary: You forget your boyfriend Jeno’s birthday... How will you make it up to him?

[8:44 PM] Brush My Hair - Huang Renjun 💋

Summary: You come out of the shower, and your boyfriend Renjun is more than happy to help you brush your hair. But does he have other intentions? 

[4:24 PM] Tuxedo - Dong Sicheng (Winwin) 🌻

Summary: On your shopping trip with Winwin, you get too distracted by his good looks.

[4:23 PM] Double Trouble - Lee Jeno x Na Jaemin 💋

Summary: Jeno and Jaemin invite you over for some... alone time. 

[4:20 PM] Blaze It - Lee Jeno 💋

Summary: You take a ride with your high school’s resident bad boy, Lee Jeno.

[8:40 PM] Hunk - Lee Taeyong 💋

Summary: Your boyfriend comes out of the shower, and all you can do is admire his body. 

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[jaeminfluence]

this genre of haechan <3

#nct dream fluff #nct fuff #nct dream imagines #nct edit #nct #nct haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuck icons #lee haechan #donghyuck fluff #haechan scenarios #haechan #fullsun

[blossom-rea]

a cup of coffee | Haechan

pairing: barista!haechan x college student!fem!reader

genre: fluff, coffee shop!au

word count: 1,451 words

warnings: none that I can think of please let me know if I have to add any

sumary: you’ve been visiting the same coffee shop for almost half a year now just to enjoy the view of the cute barista without knowing he’s been watching you too

note: I wrote this in one sitting while I had insomnia so there might be typos and some other things, I hope you enjoy it! feedback is highly appreciated, also english isn’t my first language just so y’all know

You shouldn’t be here, you shouldn’t be here for the fourth time this week, sitting in this booth you always use, the one at the end of the window that provides the perfect view of the cute barista behind the counter

You see you’ve been visiting this coffee shop almost everyday, spending your money in drinks you can make back home just because you like to see the boy in the apron that works the afternoon shift that aligns perfectly with your study schedule, name Haechan

so for almost six months you’ve spend your afternoons here studying your notes unless you’re distracted by either the laugh of said boy or by his loud voice when he’s bickering with his coworker

But today, today is different because for the first time in a while you’re not here alone, you’re here with your classmate discussing your project, you’re actually glad to be paired with Jeno since you know he’s smart and responsible, and god knows you wouldn’t mind working with him the rest of the semester but things could be better if he had asked you to meet at the library instead of here because you’re distracted by Haechans giggles behind the espresso machine

“I told you to meet me here because coffee is good and not that pricey and my friend works here” he motions behind his back “when he feels kind he gives us his discount” you let out a little laugh

“When he feels kind?”

“Well that or he wants to give an impression” he shrugged “either way I don’t come here often because I know he might come to bother me but I wanted coffee today and since you’re here I hope he stays put” you nod understanding thats the reason why you don’t study with Eunbi

“Well I’m kind of a regular here but I sure hope he gives you that discount” you smile at him standing up “I’ll be back real quick so we can start” he nods and you make your way to the restroom

While you make your way to the table you feel your heart pounding, standing by Jeno’s side is Haechan arguing with him, you don’t make much of what he’s saying except the words “leave”, “table” and something that seems like “I’m going to punch you in the face” you clear your throat loudly making him stop and turn to look at you like a deer caught in the lights, you give him a little smile and look between the two boys

“Is there a problem?” You ask unsure of the situation

“Sorry Y/N” Jeno apologizes “Haechan here says we need to move to another table, I hope you don’t mind” he looks extremely guilty sitting there and mad at the boy standing in front of you, you feel your breath hitch and nod slowly at his words

“Actually!” Haechan screeched “I was just kidding” he looks distraught “you don’t need to move” there’s a faint blush in his cheeks

“But you said your girlfri-” Jeno tries again, Haechan looks beyond embarrassed at his words cutting him midsentence his face ablaze

“Shut up!” He can’t even meet your gaze now “stay here, I’ll go” he quickly makes his way to the back

You take your seat confused and disappointed, it’s not like you didn’t think he had a partner but knowing makes you feel sad and guilty because well he has a girlfriend and you’ve been thirsting over him for months

“I’m really sorry about that” Jeno says once again you try to brush it off and smile at him reassuringly

“It’s fine. Shall we start?”

So for the next few hours you both work in your project and you decide, before leaving, that from then on you’ll be meeting at the library instead, you pay for your coffee to the other barista name Mark and leave quickly. You don’t return to the shop the next day

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You had avoided the coffee shop for at least two weeks now, but there’s an important test coming up and you need the coffee so you take your things and go

You’re meet by the familiar boy’s back facing you, he and his coworker are talking, Mark is the first one to see you eyes wide and everything but Haechan is too busy sulking he doesn’t notice

“I hope she’s okay, you know? I mean, I know it’s probably my fault but I can’t seem to stop worrying about her”

“Haechan there’s a costumer behind you!” Mark almost shouts and you laugh at his panic expression but Haechan seems too down to notice turning and asking you want you want with his head low

“An ice latte, with two extra shots of espresso please” as soon as he hears your voice his head darts up, you give him a little smile

“Hey” he sounds timid then proceeds to enter your order “anything else?”

You eye the pastries in display

“A slice of blueberry tart”

“Sure thing, do you want me to bring it to your table?” You nod

“Please”

You make your way to your table and start taking out your notes, you’re half way through the third page when he arrives with your coffee

“Sorry!” You apologize moving all the papers making space in the table for him lo leave your food

“It’s okay” he smiles fondly at you and for a moment you’re too stunned to speak, he’s way to pretty with all those beauty marks and his light brown hair, the light that enters through the window making it seem as if he’s shining, he meets your eyes and you gulp looking down

“Thanks” he nods a sad glint in his eyes before leaving

You spend the next hours reading your notes and drinking coffee after coffee and once you think you have enough you pack your things up and head to the counter in order to pay for your drinks you notice Mark step back and it’s Haechan the one who greats you

“Have you been well?” He asks

“What?” You’re trying to find your wallet in your bag

“You haven’t been coming for a while” he says

“Ah yeah, I’m– I’ve been busy with some group meetings” you try to sound dismissive you really must have been coming way too much for him to notice

“How much is it?”

“It’s on the house” he says your eyes open wide at his words

“What?”

“It’s okay” he smiles a little bit it doesn’t reach his eyes “take it as an apology for the other day, I’m sure that’s why you haven’t been around” you feel a little ashamed at that but he doesn’t seem to notice as he continues rambling

“Don’t think too much about that, please, I just– well I thought, and you know, I didn’t know it was you and yeah– I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable, and well– you see, I– I’ve notice you always sit there and I was trying to keep it free for you and then…”

“I thought it was your girlfriend” you stop his ramble looking attentively at him but he looks confuse at your words

“Jeno said it was your girlfriend’s table”

“No, no they like to tease me about that, but it’s no girlfriend, god I wish you were” his words take you by surprise and it seems he catches what he said a little too late, blushing furiously becoming a stuttering mess

“I mean– I well, I didn’t meant to say that? Well no– I mean it? It’s just you– and well I been watching you for a while, and you’re pretty and”

You gather your courage to pop the question

“Do you want to go out with me?” He halts looking at you suspiciously

“Are you messing with me?” You shake your head

“I have this important test coming, but I’ll be free once it’s done, let’s say next friday?” You look directly at his eyes he blushes even more if possible “do you want yo go out with me then?” He nods eagerly, you take a sticky note out of your bag and a pen, writing down your number and how you think he’s pretty too

“Perfect” you handed him the note and give him a last smile before turning to leave, you’re stop by him screaming your name before you cross the door

“Will you be back?” He asks hopefully, you grin widely at him

“I’ll be back” and with that you leave, you’re not even a block away when you feel your phone vibration

unknown number: hey it’s Haechan

unknown number: *photo send*

unknown number: I hope you find me pretty in this photo too

#haechan fanfic #haechan fluff #haechan scenarios #haechan x reader #nct #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct fuff #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #lee haechan

[butvega]

oi amor, pode escrever algo do mark com a namoradinha grávida? 🥺

oi, xuxu, claro! como você não foi muito específica em relação à ser soft, smut, etc.. fiz um pouco dos dois kkkkkkkkk

❤️ avisos: blowjob, pregnant!fem, mark big!dick, handjob.

DESEJOS w. mark lee.

Você resmunga pela cozinha, se arrasta pelo chão como uma amoeba no calor. Não existia nada nesse mundo que você quisesse mais do que um doce de leite ninho e morangos.

Sua boca aguava, a neném em sua barriga dava voltas pidonas, você conseguia até ver o pézinho por debaixo da pele. Caminha até Mark, que lava a louça sorrindo de canto devido seu charminho. O abraça por trás, mas não consegue se encostar totalmente nele por conta do barrigão de oito meses que você obtém naquele momento.

— Markie... — geme manhosa. — Eu tô com desejo daquele doce de morango que você faz... Faz pra' gente, por favorzinho...

Você usa a filha de vocês contra o próprio. Ah, pudera... Ele não negaria um pedido da namorada grávida, e da pequena neném dentro de você, certo?

Ali, Mark estava em seu paraíso particular. Você, ele, e a menininha de vocês em seu ventre. De primeira, Mark não soube como reagir à notícia da gravidez. Ambos eram muito novos, a fama atrapalhava, mas lá no fundo, tinha aquela pitadinha de comoção, de ansiedade, de animação. Se fosse para ser pai, ele só queria se fosse de um filho seu.

Ele sabia exatamente quando a pequena Olivia havia sido concebida. Estavam bêbados, voltando de uma comemoração da SM, e aconteceu de esquecerem o preservativo. Foi a primeira vez, e muito efetiva por sinal. Lembra-se de quando os meninos descobriram, e ele levou esporro de todos os lados, menos de seu Hyung Johnny, que havia adorado a notícia, e ficado muito feliz. Ele seria o padrinho.

Ele gostava de acariciar sua barriga, já grande, e ficava sempre emocionado quando Olivia dava alguns chutes. Ela adorava ouvir a voz do pai cantando, e parecia seguir a voz mesmo dentro da barriga. Ele mal via a hora de ver o rostinho da filha.

— E a mocinha 'tá merecendo doce? — vira-se pra você, faz carinho na barriga acentuada, não antes de secar aos mãos no pano de prato.

— 'Tô, né, mô... Tô com tanto desejo. — você recosta a cabecinha no peitoral do mais alto.

Escorrega as mãos até o cós do short larguinho que ele usa, e adentra vagarosamente até o pau dele. Aperta com carinho, e olha levemente para cima afim de captar sua reação. Os olhinhos felinos se apertam em prazer, e o quadril se projeta para frente sem que perceba.

— E não sou só eu que tô com desejo, né... — sorri diabólica, descendo e subindo as mãos pelo comprimento gostoso. Ele arfa, dá uns gemidinhos franzindo o nariz. Murmura um fraco "continua", enquanto permanece movimentando à cintura afim de intensificar seus movimentos.

O fato de Mark ficar duro tão rápido, talvez fosse um fator de estrema importância para você estar grávida. Ele ficava pronto muito fácil.

Nesse último mês de gravidez, Mark tem receio de fazer algo com você por conta da barriga enorme. Tem medo de machucar a neném. Isso o torna sensível, dengoso, gosta de ser tocado, e quando é tocado, só falta derreter.

— Continua, gatinha... — geme, o torpor o consumindo. Arrepios por todo seu corpo ao se sentir sujo. Você estava tão pura, gerando a bebê de vocês, e a única coisa que ele conseguia pensar naquele momento era em suas pequenas e mágicas mãos batendo uma pra ele.

— Quer docinho, quer? Então me faz gozar que eu dou. — sussurra maldoso, mas fala sério. Não consegue prestar atenção em mais nada.

Você encara como um desafio, e se abaixa até os pés do namorado, que te olha com os olhos arregalados. Se não estivesse duro como uma pedra, teria brigado com você por estar de joelhos no chão. Você coloca a língua para fora, lambe devagarinho a cabeça inchada e vermelhinha, repleta de pré gozo escorrendo.

Se projeta para dentro de sua boca, e você engasga um pouco, fazendo-o recuar e voltar com um pouco mais de calma. Acaricia seu cabelo, gemendo com a sensação da cabecinha sendo apertada pela sua garganta.

Sente as bolas repuxarem, aperta seu cabelo com um pouco mais de força, e despeja o líquido espesso em sua boca em alguns jatos quentinhos.

Apoia-se com a mão esquerda na pia, afim de recuperar a respiração, e com a destra te segura, para que você suba novamente.

— Você quer quantos docinhos de morango? Eu te dou tudo que você quiser. — ele brinca, te abraçando, e limpando o cantinho da sua boca com os dedos.

— É, né, seu pilantra, agora eu mereço. — você ri. — Eu quero vários.

— Vocês duas são as mulheres da minha vida, sabia?

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Aos poucos vou voltando e entregando os pedidos ♡ Beiju!

#mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark lee smut #nct fuff #nct 127 #nct pt br

[ohdudehesflirting]

remind me of you 중 천러<3

wc: 0.2k

warnings: mentions of food and kisses idk what else pls tell me if i missed anything

genre: fluff fluff so much fluff purely self indulgent

note:i love chenle thats the only thing i will say

iseul is an oc u can imagine her how ever u want

Dozing off in Chenle’s arms Iseul slowly muttered “do you like me?” to which Chenle softly laughed sleepy, but clearly more awake than Iseul “of course I do babe why wouldn’t I?” “I don’t know” the girl started “you know what you remind me of” she continued “what do i remind you of my love” Chenle muttered in love, and clearly amused by his girlfriend.

“Daisies, sunny picnics, watching cartoons before going to school, the beatles, being exited at a basketball game, the sea, boring mundane activities that suddenly become fun and more but Im too sleepy to remember” Iseul finished before hiding herself on her boyfriends chest that vibrated with his laughter “ur so cute you know that” words that made the girl blush hiding even more from her lover.

“You know what you remind me of” he started gaining her attention “rainy days, reading, blues music, jasmine by dpr live, getting exited by little things like a flower on the road, coming home after a bad day and seeing ur favorite meal, dumplings, little trinkets and souvenirs, the color green, the moutains and so much more” the boy finished before carresing her face and making his lover look at him.

“You are always on my mind you should start paying rent really” Chenle joked just trying to make Iseul laugh, to what he succeded in “you have me wrapped around ur finger my love” he slowly muttered before leaving the softest kiss on his lovers lips.

#chenle imagines #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct fluff #nct headcanons #nct smau #nct #nct fuff #nct angst #nct aus #chenle scenarios #chenle soft hours

[kaepop-trash]

I wish u would write about Johnny and y/n being divorced and they have a 7 years old son who's in y/n's custody and lives in another city with her but for his birthday he wants to spend his birthday week with Johnny and his mom in johnny's city and he sees it as an oportunity to try shoot his shot again with y/n cause he's not totally over her omg idk If you'II understand im terrible in cohesion and my english is so 🥴😭

Sorry this is late, I just came back home and I couldn't find the time to finish this.

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WC: 1.1k

Warnings: Angst

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She let go of her son's hand the moment he spotted Johnny at the exit of the airport. The boy rushed to his father, giggling out loud when he was scooped into his arms and twirled around.

By the time she came up to where they stood, Johnny put Joey down with a huff.

"Wow, you've gotten heavy since I last saw you." He took a few laboured breaths, "Soon you'll be too big for me to carry." He laughed when Joey shook his head at the notion.

"I'm seven now, Daddy." He raised his fingers to show him the numbers.

"Well, you're turning seven tomorrow actually." He ruffled up Joey's hair, smiling when he giggled.

"I missed you daddy." He looked up to Johnny with softer eyes, taking the few steps he needed to come and hug his leg.

"I missed you both too, buddy." He smiled at him, before looking up to give her a warm look.

(Y/N) stood up a little straight at the sight, looking away quickly as she ignored the words.

"How are you?" She asked him, busying herself with her trolley.

"Let me get that." He told her with a pursed smile, coming around to push it towards the car.

"It's fine." She said, but he already put his hands on the handle. One of his hands covered hers and that was enough to make her pull away and give him a nod as she ignored the tug in her chest.

__

It was so late that she had just come home and given Joey a bath before it was his bedtime. Johnny offered to tuck him in while she took her shower.

Once she left the bathroom, she walked a little slower as she took in the corridor that she had once called home. She tried not to linger on how Johnny hadn't removed any of the photos that were spread across the walls. The pictures of their son she could understand, but the sight of all the pictures of the both of them made her heart heavy.

She passed by the pictures of them moving into this house, the one they took at the hospital right before her delivery and the ones they took when they were still dating—most of which were just the ones he took of her. She stopped in front of the picture from their wedding that was still her favourite one. Johnny stood behind her with red rimmed eyes, arms wrapped around her as they stepped off the aisle. Her eyes were still glossy from his vows and a smile of pure joy painted on both their faces.

He had never been one to express his love in words a lot. But when he ended his vows with a list of moments he could remember when he felt it, she already felt a lump in her throat. But when he matched each of those moments with equal iterations of ‘I love yous’, she was weeping till her beautifully done makeup ran down her cheeks.

She looked away from the picture and all the memories that were attached to it as she heard footsteps approaching, swallowing the lump in her throat. When Johnny came and stood behind her, for a moment, she was overwhelmed by the need to have him hug her like that again.

So she did what she could, moving away from his heat and turning around.

“Just the other day I was just thinking about when I proposed.” Johnny sighed, a smile forming on his lips as his eyes went to the part of the wall where the photo probably still was. “I planned that trip so meticulously. Picked the right place, the right time of the day.” He chuckled.

“And then it rained.” She laughed, “And you had to do it under a tree while we were both freezing. You couldn’t even put the ring on my finger on the first try because we were shaking so bad.” She recalled, both of them laughing fondly at the memory. "You were so annoyed." She gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Yeah." Johnny sighed with an added weight, "I was so bothered by how it didn't go how I planned it. But you were so happy. I will never forget how beautiful you looked that afternoon." Johnny smiled, "Your hair clinging to your face and your dress clinging to your legs. But your smile was enough to make me forget everything else."

“You love having everything planned meticulously.” She shrugged.

“And you love being spontaneous.” Johnny added, something like regret seeping into his eyes and she knew the unsaid words that hung over them. Maybe that was why they didn’t last.

She looked at the tired look in his eyes that she didn't notice before. In the three years since she'd left, he seemed to have aged more than the decade she'd known him before that.

“I miss you.” His voice was so soft that even in the empty space, it felt like she had almost imagined it. She looked to him with a pained look, but his eyes were on a picture someone took of them on their first anniversary. They were tired, and a little drunk, arms wrapped around each other. She hid her face in his chest, embarrassed from being caught in the moment while Johnny laughed.

Back then, it felt to her like he did mean it when he whispered that he wasn’t going to let her go anytime soon.

“We should go to bed.” She turned away from him with a soft sigh, not willing to linger on the way her heart tugged for too long. “Joey will wake up early for his birthday. I’ll have to make him breakfast.”

“I’ll do it.” Johnny was quick to say, “You must be tired. Sleep in a little, it’s fine.” He reassured. She just nodded at him as she walked away.

As she made her way to the guest room, she found herself turning to her old bedroom out of habit. She had to stop herself before she turned towards it completely, instead, looking into the room that they once shared. He had changed part of it, she noted. The furniture looked different, dark brown and black themed like he always liked. It was nice, she admitted to herself. The room now looked like it belonged to him.

She heard him walking towards her, turning away so she could find refuge in the room down the hall.

“(Y/N),” Johnny called out just as she turned the doorknob. She turned, their eyes meeting across the distance between the two doors— one for him and one for a temporary visitor. He watched her with careful but wandering eyes, looking her all over till she felt a little light-headed.

Both their hands mirrored each other, half twisted doorknob between their fingers as the grip tightened. His brows furrowed as whatever thought he was caught in seemed to bother him. She wondered if she should speak, almost overcome by the urge to walk up to him to smoothen his frown herself.

The thought made her heart hammer and she peeled her eyes from his. “Good night, Johnny.” She lost her nerve, running away from him, just like she did three years ago. Just like then, she wished that he stopped her.

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