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justwritedreams · 2 years

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Highway to heaven | Yuta

Yuta x Reader, university au!

Word count: 2143 Genre: Kinda fluff, suggestive. Warning: mentions of make out, yuta getting hard. That’s I think. Author: Maari Note: Thanks sammy for the tips for this one 🤭 love you bro Request: I'm taking my chances here again with another song request 🥹 maybe you could do something inspired by Highway To Heaven with Yuta? like maybe ya'll are in that phase of *something*, like the flirting more than friends and getting there kinda phase, ya'll in a party making eyes and hidden smiles until the clashing moment because y'all are just too addicted to each other, did I make sense? lol always thank you you are so so good to us ❤️❤️

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Y/N kept her thumb between her teeth as she tried to hide the mischievous smile that her lips insisted on keeping when looking across the room she was in. She couldn't contain the excitement when noticed that the intense eyes like an eagle didn't leave her for a minute. Her mind raced through the memories of the past few weeks that made her thighs tremble, memories that those same eyes dominated. “Y/N!” She was brought back by her best friend's loud voice and quickly undid the exchange of glances. “Huh?” she asked confused, feeling that she was being watched. “Did you hear what I said?” the friend asked suspiciously. “Yes, about Taeyong.” she replied, with an obvious tone and saw her friend smile. "I know I shouldn't look at him like that, considering he's the RA for college but I can't help it." "You and half of the other students." Y/N laughed, turning her head to look for the same eyes and ended up seeing that Taeyong was approaching who she had been watching for a while. An idea popped into her head and she smiled widely. "He just arrived, you should talk to him." she suggested and her friend looked in surprise. "Don't you think-" Y/N rolled her eyes as she got up from the couch and pushed her friend towards where he and the other friends were. "Go on and act natural." Y/N replied, smiling as they approached. "You're asking too much." The friend said, forcing a smile. "Hi guys!"

"Girls!" Taeyong smiled widely and her friend approached to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, Y/N went the opposite way and started with Yuta feeling her legs tremble as he analyzed her intensely. As usual. "Your ass looks delicious in that skirt." he spoke quietly so only Y/N could hear. She felt her cheeks heat up as Yuta's lips touched the red-hot skin. "You're a pervert." she replied, her voice weaker than it should have sounded and she tried to hide a shy smile, in vain of course. It wasn't like she had any control over her body thanks to Yuta's feline eyes. She went on to greet the other boys, Johnny, Taeil, Jungwoo and Taeyong as she felt Yuta's eyes watching her again. When she finished, stopped by Yuta's side as her friend was too mesmerized by Taeyong. But she didn't even care, she had created the opportunity for her friend so she started talking to the guys. Y/N started biting the skin of her lower lip while Yuta watched her with a smile playing in the corner of his mouth, he wasn't even touching her and it already made her sigh. Not that it was new, it wasn't the first time they'd done that and although they could call each other friends, there was a flame there that didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Yuta loved to flirt with Y/N, watching her cheeks turn red was fun and even though she tried to respond in the same tone, he could see how much it affected her. And Y/N couldn't deny it, she liked that little game. Even though she'd never had anything like that with anyone before, having Yuta's attention fully focused on her every time they were in the same room was enough for her self-esteem, her ego screamed as much as her body when his eyes locked on hers. The scenes from last night flooded her mind again, Yuta's hands roaming every inch of her body as his lips sought hers thirstily and pressed her against the locker of the men's bathroom at the end of the college athletes training. Her eyes dropped to Yuta's hands and she bit her lip when saw the veins popping out of his arm, she didn't know why but it made her much more excited than should have. And just remembering the way those same wide, strong hands had touched her body the night before… "...Y/N?" she heard Johnny's voice and turned to face him, confused. "Huh?" she saw the boys discreetly laugh at her. "What do you think of the competition this year, do you think our team has a chance?" Johnny asked, apparently, for the second time and she raised her eyebrow, coming back to reality. "Well, considering you all have a great…" she looked at the guys and her eyes found Yuta again. "Physical bearing.” she swallowed hard when she saw Yuta run his tongue between his lips and looked back at Johnny, feeling her body temperature rise. "You bet." "Hell yeah!" Taeil spoke excitedly and held out his hand for her to high five with him, Y/N did so with a laugh. "We have the best crowd too." Yuta replied and received Y/N's attention again, and gave her the wide smile that took the poor girl's breath away. Unable to contain it, she mimicked the smile and the rest of the world didn't even seem to matter at that moment. In fact, the bodies now more than ever felt like magnets that no force seemed to be enough to keep them away. Well, except for Johnny and the forced cough to bring them both back to Earth. Y/N lowered her head, smiling shyly and Taeil brought up another subject, when she looked back at the circle of friends she saw Jungwoo raise his eyebrow as if he understood what was happening between them. In fact, everyone knew. It was clear the way they both looked at each other, even if so far no one knew they were making out in the college hallways. Y/N even tried to pay attention to the conversation, because now her friend and Taeyong also participated, but even though she looked at Taeil talking, her head was elsewhere because Yuta was still looking at her. Even though she was wearing a skirt and a tank top, she felt an unusual heat all over her body. "I'll be right back." Yuta announced before stepping behind Y/N and giving her a light slap on the ass, who clenched the jaw so as not to show any reaction. Discreetly, or so she thought, she followed Yuta with her gaze and saw that he nodded for her to follow him. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, not because she was in any doubt whether she should or not, but because she was mentally counting time so it wouldn't seem too obvious. And when she saw that everyone was too busy talking about how boring Johnny's course teacher was, she slipped away. She already felt her heart beating against her ear and rubbed the sweaty hands on her skirt as she went to the place where she knew Yuta was, the bathroom. She gave three taps, the signal that only the two of them recognized and the door was open, and before she could smile at Yuta he pulled her inside, almost knocking her off balance. "Are you crazy?" she asked, laughing as brushed back the hair that had fallen out of her face and heard him lock the door. "Since I saw you coming in wearing that skirt, yes." he replied and without holding that space any longer, he pulled her by the waist against his own body. "I thought you liked my legs." she raised an eyebrow, feigning an innocent look. "You know I do but it's a low blow for you to swing around like that, you know?" Y/N laughed in response and Yuta grabbed her chin, making her stare into his eyes. "Bad girl." "You didn't complain last night." He smiled mischievously and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "And who said I'm complaining?" he replied, and lowered his head to place a wet kiss on her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes before closing them completely, a surge of electricity surging from Yuta's lips and stopping at the specific point where she started to pulse for him. But it didn't seem like enough for him, so started to distribute more kisses in the area and his tongue followed, tasting Y/N's skin like she was the tastiest candy. When Yuta's teeth followed the movement of his mouth, Y/N brought her hands to his shoulder and squeezed the region, stifling a moan biting her lip. "This is torture." She complained softly and felt him chuckle against her skin. "Are you sure?" He asked before pushing her against the wall and putting one leg between Y/N's, the heat emanating from Yuta's thigh was so appealing that Y/N's hips didn't respond to her brain's orders and rubbed against his tight jeans. "Yuta." she tried not to moan too soon but the friction made the job impossible. He had his leg where she needed it most, and even then it wasn't nearly enough. "Tell me what you want." he teased and she huffed, opening her eyes and forcing her hands against his shoulder, glaring at him angrily. "You are a-" "Watch your mouth." he warned, eyebrows rising and he rubbed his leg more precisely, drawing a sigh from Y/N. "You." she replied impatiently and Yuta just smiled teasingly. Y/N was even used to it, it was always the answer she got from him and it always worked to leave her breathless. Yuta held her by the back of her neck tightly and pressed their lips together, she just had time to sigh and close her eyes as he hugged her tighter. She almost laughed when realized she wasn't the only one impatient there, Yuta's lips moved in a desperate and thirsty way, the hand that was on the back of her neck made her move her head to the side and the kiss became deeper, his tongue ready to meet hers and drive her crazy. And that's what happened, the kiss became faster and fiercer, causing Y/N to bring her hands up to his long hair and grab the strands as if her life depended on it as she felt a shiver run through the back of her neck that Yuta still held. Yuta's lips were sweet and tasted like peach, but the hands that were on Y/N's body were the opposite, bordering on exasperation and the contrast made her pull the strands of his hair. She managed to get a grunt out of him and that fueled even more the desire he wanted to externalize, so the teeth tugged at Y/N's bottom lip as if retaliating for what she'd done with him and she pressed their foreheads together, trying to draw air back into her lungs, keeping her eyes closed. But not for long, as she could feel Yuta staring at her. When she opened her eyes, she felt her legs get even weaker. He had the power to look so deep into her eyes that he seemed to find her soul. Yuta smiled once more and without letting even the slightest space be imposed between them, he kept Y/N’s back against the wall, she was ready to climb her leg to his waist when the hand that was on the back of her neck went to the waist and he pulled away completely. Allowing an emptiness and a cold to settle in Y/N's body, who, unable to speak, just looked at him confused. Yuta laughed and headed for the door. “Wait, where are you going?” she asked in disbelief, her voice as weak as she was. "Up. I have to take care of a… certain thing.” he looked down and she followed him, her eyes stopping on his hip and widening when she saw the volume. Y/N bit her bottom lip and felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, she scratched her head trying to hide it. "You can accompany me if you want." he suggested and Y/N's mouth opened slightly, forming a perfect O. She blinked a few times to make sure she had heard him right but Yuta didn't have any hints of taking back and she had to confess, all that confidence was very sexy. "Huh." it sounded more like a moan than an answer and she cleared her throat. "Fine." Yuta raised his eyebrow and extended his hand to Y/N, she wet her lips with her own tongue before accepting, Yuta's palm was as hot as her body. But to her surprise, when Yuta waited for her to go first, imagining that he would wait for her to go and would stay there for a minute, he hugged her from behind and sent another shiver through her body as she felt how much he wanted her. Yuta rested his chin on her shoulder and turned his face towards her ear. “We'll take the highway to heaven, baby.”

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bangchansimpxo · 4 months

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Behind Closed Doors

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: fluff

summary: mark lee is a member of the popular dance crew on campus, dream. he brings you to meet the other members and accidentally lets you glimpse the feelings he has for you.

cw: n/a

~originally posted on AO3~

Mark watched as you smoothed down your skirt, examining yourself in the mirror. Your hair fell in gentle waves, kissing your shoulders.

You turned towards him, his breath catching as he beheld the way the eyeliner brought out the sweetness of your eyes, “Do I look okay?” you asked.

Okay? Mark thought to himself. Okay was so incorrect. Stunning. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Okay was an insult when compared to the way you were shining.

But he couldn’t say that out loud; you were just friends. He wouldn’t mess up the friendship by telling you how perfect you were to him even when you were begrudgingly opening the door to your dorm room in your ratty t-shirt and baggy sweats when he came to bother you too early in the morning. So instead he settled on saying, “Yes.”

A pout formed on your lips but he stopped you from turning back to the mirror, “Come on, we don’t wanna be late.”

You were meeting his dance group today and you were very clearly intimidated. Sure they’d reached incredible heights with the views they’d wracked up on YouTube and TikTok. They’d even had TV performances and been asked to dance with stars during their concerts. But to Mark they were just a bunch of dorks who sometimes set aside their stupidity long enough to actually put on a few good performances — nothing to be intimidated by.

“It’ll be fine,” he said laughing at you as you twirled your hair nervously.

He watched your delicate finger twist a soft strand around in repeated spirals, running through so often some stray pieces came off around your finger.

Mark grabbed the fabric of your sleeve, gently tugging your arm down and the finger out of your hair with it. “Seriously, you need to relax, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

You fell into an easy silence, the only sound the soft hush of your steps on the floor.

He could tell you were still nervous. He watched your small hands fiddle with the fabric of your skirt, twist the rings on your fingers, brush through and straighten your hair. He wished he had the balls to tell you how beautiful your were. How it wasn’t what you were wearing. It wasn’t what makeup look you’d decided upon that day. It wasn’t how your hair looked. It wasn’t how you looked at all. It was just you. There was a glow about you as a person. Sure sometimes the clothes, the hair, the makeup, it enhanced that. But when you took all that away you were still as beautiful as before.

“Y/N,” his mouth started before his brain had caught up.

But the two of you had reached your destination — a classroom outside of class time where Mark and his teammates would be reviewing footage to note areas of improvement and you’d been invited to tag along because you were a fan. Or so Mark told you. He conveniently left out the relentless pestering from his friends to finally let them meet the girl he would frequently ditch them for. No matter how many times he told them it wasn’t like that, both he and they knew how he felt about you even if he never said it out loud.

Mark could hear the six voices inside fighting for dominance over each other. Leave it to Dream to generate enough noise to hear them down the hallway.

Your eyes met his as you both stopped in front of the door. He could see the nerves in them. He knew you weren’t the best around new people and big social functions tended to give you more anxiety than excitement. Perhaps it was the fact that he saw a twinge of genuine fear in your eyes that had his mouth opening before he could process the words he let loose.

“Y/N,” he started, “They’re going to love you, seriously, you have nothing to worry about.”

He sighed at the small restrained smile you gave him, not really letting the words sink in.

He reached out to tentatively hold your wrist, stopping your hands from wringing together. His touch was feather light but he could still feel the softness of your exposed skin.

“Y/N you’re talented, smart, driven, and beautiful. You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met and I wish you could see what I see in you in yourself. You’re about to walk into a room full of doofuses who literally have half a brain cell between the six of them. They sometimes dance well, but I promise you they’re nothing to be intimidated by.”

It was then that Mark listened to what was around him.

Complete silence.

Internally groaning, he turned toward the view he was dreading but none the less expecting to see.

The classroom door was open, six faces were all peering out from the doorway. All wearing an identical shit-eating grin.

It was Haechan who started, “Jaemin you are talented and so so beautiful.”

“Chenle you’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met,” Jaemin continued, the male he mentioned making a dramatic show of delicately taking a hold of Jisung’s wrists. Renjun and Jeno made kissy faces, lips over-puckered in a way that was almost grotesque, at Mark.

Mark could feel the heat in his ears as he turned back toward you, “Y/N meet Dream.”

He would have been so much more embarrassed had you not been beaming at him with the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

#fluff #nct dream #university au #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #mark lee x y/n #nct x reader #nct dream x reader

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chocojae · 11 months

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 — kim doyoung

summary ▸ seven signs you are in love according to not so love expert, kim doyoung ft. a tired and frustrated kun

genre ▸ doyoung x female reader | pure fluff | university au

word count ▸ 3.2k

warnings ▸ none!

luna’s note ▸ hello @beautifulchris ! I am your author for the exchange event held by @kflixnet! i enjoyed writing this piece and really hope you will like this ♡ since the event’s main motive was to be friends, i hope we can get to know each other!

ONE: YOUR DAY STARTS AND ENDS WITH YOU THINKING ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung’s eyes widen as he notices the words he just scribbled on his notebook. He was spacing out in the lecture hall, and guess what he wrote? Your name, once again.

It astonished Doyoung when he realised just how much he has been thinking about you these past few days.

When he got to learn that you have a (secret) crush on him, all he did was think about you and notice your likes and dislikes. From him eating his breakfast and getting reminded (out of nowhere) that you love cats to him putting on an outfit of your favourite shade because you like that colour, his life was suddenly revolving around you.

It bugged him that it was you who occupied his mind 24/7 when it should have been his studies. Lately, he gets on his bus every day thinking if you would attend today or not and can’t help but get a little disappointed when he notices your absence.

Something is wrong with him, but what? It’s the question that messes his mind the most. Doyoung angrily stabs the paper with frustration, his mind running a thousand miles per second, trying to figure out what could be the possible cause of his sudden curiosity and then his face suddenly drops. A tiny voice in his head whispers: You couldn’t like her back, could you?

Doyoung shakes his head violently, trying to shush the tiny voice. Through the corner of his eye, he looks at you for a split second. Right, there was no freaking way he possibly could.

Fine, Doyoung takes back whatever he said a few hours prior. There might be a possible, tiny, tiny chance that he might like you, romantically.

He stares at your laughing figure for a little longer than he would before tearing his eyes off you, gulping soon after. God, why wasn’t he able to look away? Sure, you are attractive and kind but does he really like like you? Like as in a boy liking a girl? That type of like?

He presses his lips into a thin line and steals another glance, soon feeling his cheeks burn up. Shit, have you always been that pretty?

“I don’t think this tragic piece of literature is supposed to be making you blush, Doyoung.” Kun squints his eyes at the younger male sitting beside him, noticing how Doyoung looked completely taken aback by his comment.

Wait, Doyoung was blushing? BLUSHING? Now, that was unexpected. Doyoung cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I know. It’s just the weather. You know how hot it can get in summers here.”

Kun squinted his eyes, not satisfied with the so called answer. There was no way he was buying the “reason” Doyoung was beetroot red. It was a white lie. Sure, he agrees that summers are hot in here but with all the fans and air conditioners present and just a simple black t-shirt thrown over him, Doyoung couldn’t possibly be reddening because of it.

“Are you sure you were not checking out someone and blushing?” Kun asks with suspense laced through his words, crossing his arms and giving a look that indicated he was ready to hear the tea.

“Jesus, no!” Doyoung responds immediately. Hey, it was the truth. He wasn’t checking you out or something, he was just glancing at you. Glancing. There’s a difference, okay?

“Sure.” Kun shrugged, not convinced and continued his explanation, hoping Doyoung would get whatever he was trying to make him understand. Doyoung slumped down on the table, Kun’s words becoming white noise to him. With his head resting on his arm, he dragged his eyes towards you. Hell, you look absolutely breathtaking—

Here he goes thinking about you once again, not like he could help it.

TWO: YOUR EYES ALWAYS SEEM TO SEARCH FOR THEM.

Considering that he thinks about you most time of the day, it should have been natural for Doyoung to accept that he likes stealing glances at you. It would have been easy if that was the case. But it’s not.

Every single time he is reminded about you or glances at you, Doyoung tries to convince himself that he does not like you. It is tiring, very tiring since he thinks about you so much that it makes him frustrated.

If he would tell someone about this train of thoughts running through his head, he is one hundred one per cent sure that it would conclude he likes you.

The thought that he might have harboured feelings for you, for unacceptable for him.

He chose to ignore those confusing feelings, shoving them aside. But what he couldn’t control was the way his eyes always gravitated towards you, taking his time to adore you like you were his love interest in some cheesy romance novel.

You looked so ethereal in his eyes, so beautiful that he believed you were the most beautiful person to exist.

He sneaked glances at you now and then and most of the time, you were already looking at him. So when he looked back to admire you out of nowhere, you both were caught off guard and turned away in a beat at being caught.

��Kun, who observed this quite often, found it pretty cute and enjoyed teasing Doyoung about this. Doyoung would shake his head, saying he was just spacing out and it was not what Kun thinks. But Kun could see how just two seconds after calling him out, Doyoung’s gaze was fixated on you once again.

THREE: YOU RANDOMLY START PICKING UP THEIR HOBBIES.

Seriously, painting and Doyoung?

Doyoung looks around helplessly in the room filled with what seemed like skilled and passionate students. They all seemed so focused and determined, unlike him who stood there awkwardly, face laced with confusion.

Doyoung should have been studying in the library for the upcoming exam, or doing his laundry that has stacked up for about two weeks now. He should have been anywhere but here, occupied with the set of brushes he has no idea how to use.

Painting never once intrigued Doyoung, so why was he here? Answer: For you.

Through his secret source obviously Kun, he found out you liked to paint in your free time.

To Doyoung, painting was something uninteresting but since you liked it, he was adamant to try it out as this would mean him finally having a common topic to start a conversation with you.

In the past two months, Doyoung got so frustrated with himself that he accepted he liked you, and yes, romantically. He disclosed this to Kun, who didn’t waste a single second to tease Doyoung by revealing he already figured out his “secret” long ago by the way he gawked at you.

And the more Kun teased him, the more Doyoung’s feelings grew and so did his desire to get to know you.

He wanted to start a conversation multiple times but the blush on his cheeks whenever he was with you prevented him from doing so. Doyoung did draft the convo scenes with you in his head, preparing different things to say based on your supposed replies in his imagination.

But to actually start a conversation with you was hard. His mind just goes blank whenever he decides to start a small talk with you, and the script he had prepared for weeks in his head, gets blurry. He stammers, and he blushes.

You too, wanted to talk to him and spend some time together but you didn’t have the courage to. He made you feel so euphoric, it was hard to focus on anything else, including your words.

FOUR: YOU GET FLUSTERED AROUND THEM.

Doyoung’s standing behind you. You are standing in front of him. The proximity is so close that Doyoung could catch the faint smell of your perfume lingering over him.

Kun nudges Doyoung from behind, leaning in and whispering. “You are red like a tomato. Don’t be this obvious.” Doyoung nods. He could feel the loud thumping of his stupid heart and is doing everything in his power to avoid looking at you, not because he doesn’t want to glance at you, but because he knows his heart will beat louder the more he will look at you.

What Doyoung didn’t notice was the way you were being a mess too. Eyes roaming everywhere in nervousness, cheeks painted pink and your friends passing you a teasing look.

You are so sure that Doyoung knows you have a little crush on him, and that didn’t bother you— until now. Because he is behind you, just behind you. The prettiest and kindest man (with utterly attractive hands and a honey like voice) you have ever known is behind you. Your freaking crush is behind you.

It feels awkward, nervous and exciting all at the same time and the adrenaline rushing through your system makes you go numb. Do you look good? Is your hair alright? What about you back? Oh, you should have taken your roommate’s advice and done some back exercises so you weren’t regretting right now. And what about your perfume? Is it still there? What if Doyoung doesn’t like scents?

The train of thought was never ending, and Doyoung could relate too. He should’ve worn something more presentable. The tray in his hands was shaking. Why the hell did Kun pushed him to stand next to you?

“I hate you, Kun.” Kun raised an eyebrow at his words, a small smirk adoring his face as he answered back. “But you also love me for this.”

Doyoung bit back a smile. Kun just knows him too well.

FIVE: YOU GET (UNNECESSARILY) WORRIED ABOUT THEM.

Doyoung has no right to worry about you but it’s the third day he hasn’t seen your pretty face and it’s making him nervous. What if something happened to you? Or what if you left the university?

Millions of baseless thoughts ran through his head, his body stiffening. You couldn’t have gotten sick, right?

But what if you did? Cold sweat broke out on his forehead at the mere thought. Doyoung’s ears perked up hearing the giggles of your friends and he looked at them curiously.

Maybe he should ask them, but wait, wouldn’t it seem extremely suspicious when he would randomly ask about you? Screw it, he says to himself and marches towards your friends.

“Hi.” The sudden appearance of Doyoung made their giggles come to a halt and they were visibly confused. “So, I was saying that..” Shit, he can’t do it.

“Do you have the notes from the previous lesson? I forgot to jot down mine!” He passes them an awkward smile, hoping they won’t catch his unusual behaviour.

“Sure” One of the girls, which he vividly remembers seeing by your side the most, takes out a notebook from her bag, handing it to Doyoung with the same expression as earlier. “Here,” Doyoung mumbles a quiet thank you before completely disappearing.

The girls, confused, shrugged their shoulders and decided to not think much, later joking about how you should have been there.

Doyoug gave Kun his best puppy eyes. “Please.” Kun sighed and asked, “Why can’t you do this?”

“Because it would seem weird.” Kun raised an eyebrow at the reply. “And it wouldn’t when I will?

“No, because even if it will do seem that way, you are not me. That’s why.”

“Your logic is so…….baseless.”

Doyoung clung onto his arm, swinging it in an attempt to persuade him. “Oh come one, please, please.”

Kun closed his eyes. “I am deaf, I can’t hear anything.”

“Please, only you could save me from this misery.”

“Misery? Misery? You not being able to find out why Y/N has not been coming for three days has driven you into misery?” Kun’s voice was laced with sarcasm followed by an eye roll. “And FYI, I don’t even talk to Y/N that much.”

“Well, you can ask just out of curiosity. I am sure they would understand.”

“Then why can’t you do it?”

“Because it feels weird!”

“Just say you are shy.”

“I am not!”

“You are.”

“I am not, okay!?”

“Liar.”

“So?” Doyoung asks in anticipation, eyes full of hope darting at the tired Kun. “She is at her grandma’s. No big deal.”

“That means she is okay, right?” Kun slumps down beside him. “Yeah, I guess.”

Doyoung glares at him. “What do you mean you guess? You didn’t ask?”

“Obviously dude, I am not her boyfriend or something!”

“You had one job. One.”

“Not again.”

SIX: YOU PICK UP THEIR HUMOUR.

caution ▸ cringy dad joke ahead

Doyoung has been observing you every single time so it wasn’t long before he picked up your humour. You were the dad jokes type and while Doyoung wasn’t interested a bit in them, the humour grew on him and now he has made Kun’s life a little harder than it was before.

“Wanna hear a knock joke?” Doyoung grins at the annoyed Kun.

“It’s not like I have a choice.” He mumbled. Doyoung cleared his throat, “Knock Knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Nobel.” There was still that grin on his face when Doyoung waited for Kun to respond. “Ask Nobel who?”

Kun rolled his eyes. “Nobel, who?”

“No bell so I just knocked.” Doyoung bursts into fists of laughter and smacks Kun’s shoulder. “Be real, isn’t it funny?”

“It’s not—” Kun pauses sensing a glare thrown at him “It’s so hilarious, I can’t even laugh!” Kun sends Doyoung a small, scared smile and releases a sigh of relief when Doyoung takes the comment as a positive one.

If Kun is going to stick around Doyoung who will find humour in dad jokes because of you, you both better get married for his unthinkable sacrifice.

SEVEN: YOU IMAGINE A FUTURE WITH THEM.

Doyoung grasps the bouquet of flowers tight in his hands. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and calming his nerves down.

You can do this, Doyoung! He says to himself, glancing at the flowers in his sweaty palms. He is finally doing this, Kim Doyoung is finally asking you out. Seems unreal, right? For Doyoung too.

He had never imagined he would ask you out, but here he is.

He was smitten over you, everyone knew. You were referred to as his crush but that label soon was ripped away when Doyoung started seeing you in a new light. When everything about you seemed more lovely than it could ever be. When your flaws, which he had previously ignored seemed so perfect to him. When instead of getting all nervous and excited, he felt warmth and comfort from your presence.

The tag of a crush got removed and replaced by the one called love.

He imagined doing everything with you, going out on dates, meeting your family, late night celebrations, unexpected calls and what not. It become clear Kim Doyoung was in love with you.

He had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, for real. His heart was beating a thousand miles per second. He doesn’t know if you were ready for this, or even if you still had feelings for him but he was going to do it. It’s now or never.

Doyoung had called you in a cafe near by, and as much as you were puzzled, you were internally screaming. You were attracted to him, no doubt. He was kind, he was cute. He was everything you looked for in a man. So when you met Doyoung with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and cheeks flushed red, your heart beat synced with his, uncontrollable and messy. Your palms become sweaty as you sat down opposite him.

“Hi, how have you been?” You asked, a smile spread across your lips. The talk started off great. It seemed so pleasant and comfortable with Doyoung and you wished you could stop time. The moment felt surreal.

Doyoung cleared his throat before scratching the back of his nape. “I don’t know how to say this, but I um….I…..like you.” Wait, he what??? “What?”

“I like you.” Your eyes were about to pop off. Are you dreaming? Doyoung noticed your reaction and was quick to say, “We will pretend this never happened if you are not comfortable.”

“No—. Well, I— oh, god. I like you too.” Dooung blinked a few times. Okay, what should he respond with now?

“Here,” He handles the bouquet with utmost gentleness and care. His cheeks you red, and so were yours.

“What I was saying is…..how about we get to know each other first? This would help us to decide if we want to become official or not.”

“Like, get to know each other on ‘dates’?” You asked with a broad smile.

“Yeah, small dates.” he smiled back and finally made eye contact and was washed over with the warmth that spread through his entire body. His shoulders relaxed and leaned in, ready to hear all about you. “So tell me about yourself, Y/N L/N.” You chuckled, the smile never leaving your lips.

You both were over the moon, and the memory easily become your and his favourite.

Doyoung smiled as he closed his diary. Reading his old entries, he felt nostalgic and happy. He glanced at your sleeping figure beside him. One thing that he had never ever regretted was loving you. He was grateful to have you by his side.

You were his first love, and now, his wife.

The diamond ring on your finger sparkled every so slightly in the dim light of your shared bedroom. Doyoung lay down on the bed beside you, staring at your sleeping face with a silly grin on his face.

It was your third wedding anniversary today and you being all excited and proud drank a little too much than you could handle, knocking out soon after. Doyoung, being a smitten man for you found it hilarious, and adorable.

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear and continued to look at you with fond eyes over flowing with love. He kissed your forehead. He loves you so much, and nothing can ever change that.

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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venuran · 2 months

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, "𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑?"

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liliansun · 6 months

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OUR LAST KISS : 14 : breedable and submissive

summary : he was cute, he knew how to poke at her soft spots and he knew what to say to make her laugh, but mal wasn’t like any other girl. she knew his type and she knew they’d never get past messing around in the night and forgetting about it during the day. so why is he always on her mind, even after he left? guess that last kiss he gave left more of an impact on her then he thought it did.

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taglist : @dinonuguaegi @shwizhies @jaylaxies @dearlyminhyung @minkyuncutie @cutesince2000 @haechansbbg @i6renj @luv4jeno @softieluvsyou @haechology

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sungiejpg · 8 days

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WHO ARE U? HAECHAN [smau]

characters 01; yn & friends

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ pairing: haechan x fem!reader

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ tags: college au, smau, fake acc

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ synopsis: when renjun asked her to create a fake twitter acc to take revenge on haechan she did not expect to fall in love

𓂃⊹ y/n’s twitter acc (+ private)

𓂃⊹ y/n’s fake twitter acc:

𓂃⊹renjun twitter acc (y/n’s bff)

𓂃⊹belle’s twitter acc

𓂃⊹chenle’s twitter acc

𓂃⊹ningning’s twitter acc

𓂃 next

#haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan x you #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #smau #kpop #au #alternative universe

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04ira · 7 months

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invisible string h.rj

how life is with bff Renjun :’)

warnings: none. fluff w/ a little bit of angst

note: not proof read bare w me 😔☝🏻

Renjun have been your friend for 15 years. Both of you grew up together, basically spent half of your life with him. You were used to people assuming that you guys are dating, and both of you usually doesn’t care.

Even your and his friends ships the both of you, sometimes even questions if you guys are really just friends. Because who the hell cancels a blind date just to go grocery shopping with his bestfriend?? who the hell leaves on a clubbing night with his friends because you were craving mcdonalds????

Renjun Huang. Renjun Huang would do that. He was always one call away. He’s always ready to drop everything when it comes to you, and sometimes you wonder “why is he like this?” but you know…. maybe it was an act of kindness..? since you’re his bestfriend for 15 years. You can’t be falling for this can you??

9:35 AM

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard someone open your bedroom door.

It was Renjun.

“You’re awake. Let’s eat, i cooked breakfast”

He always do this too. It’s like you get a bestfriend premium package. Renjun goes to your dorm every weekends to apparently spend time with his 15 years bestfriend. This only happened recently though. Since his university was far from yours, he came up with this idea to hang out every weekend to stay connected and relevant to each other.

“Will you stop typing on your phone and actually eat and talk to me?” Renjun said while looking at you annoyed because he was blabbering already about his week only to realize you weren’t listening.

“Sorry, i was talking to my friends.” You reasoned, but you were actually tweeting in your private account freaking out because you were still not used to this set up.

“You’re talking to your friends while your bestfriend HERE for 15 YEARS is staring at you because you were supposed to spend time with him and not let him watch you talk to others.”

Rj said completely annoyed. You laughed at his half annoyed half sulking face. You said you’re sorry and actually talked to him happily.

10:28 AM

Both of you finished breakfast and went to watch a movie in your living room. At first, you guys argued about what genre of the movie will be. You wanted to watch a horror movie but he said it was too early for that and suggested watching romance movie instead.

You ended up agreeing with him and both decided to watch Titanic. You guys were halfway through the movie and this isn’t the first time both of you watched this movie. But you hated him and yourself for choosing this movie

because now you’re actually fucking crying at 11:30 AM. Seriously? WHY would you be crying at 11 freaking am??

You’re sitting in the couch laying your head in Renjun’s chest sobbing and crying your heart out while munching your popcorn while Renjun was laughing at your crying face. This isn’t the first time he sees you crying, he just finds it amusing that you really do cry because of a movie.

01:18 PM

You were sound asleep in Renjun’s chest. Tired from all the crying and you were comfortable leaning on his chest. He only stared at you, wiping the dried tears on your face and sometimes giggles everytime he remembers your crying face. He lets you sleep on his chest and slept on his own.

03:10 PM

You woke up without Renjun beside you. You checked your phone notifications and saw his message that said he was buying ingredients for dinner and that he couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping peacefully. You smiled at his thoughtfulness. You’d be lying if you say that you don’t think about if you guys were something else. But you already accepted that you guys were only bestfriends long time ago.

You liked him back in 7th grade until 9th grade. You only acted as his friend though. You didn’t try sending signals and making a move, you knew he didn’t look at you and think of you that way. He would tell you about girls he like and his type, you would do the same but the difference is you actually talk about him. He just doesn’t know.

7th grade.

It’s monday. You were seating next to the window in your classroom, watching sport players training in the field while listening to music playing in your airpods. You felt someone seat next to you, but didn’t bother looking because you already knew it was Renjun. He would always do this during class break and annoy you, but this time, he didn’t do anything but actually just sat next to you while reading a book you recommended him a week ago.

You looked at him, he suddenly looked different…? Him actually focused in reading a book and his hair styled differently than usual…made you think he looked different..

of course, he looked different. He changed his hairstyle to the hairstyle you also recommended to him a week ago saying that it would look good in him. You weren’t aware that him changing his hairstyle would also make your feelings for him change.

8th grade.

Today was nothing different from your other school days. You went to class, studied future lessons in the library after and now you’re going home. Went to the convenience store first to buy ice cream and eat it while walking home.

You were walking home when you walk past your village’s park. You saw a figure that looked familiar with another figure that also looked familiar.

It was Renjun. With your class muse…?

They were talking. Renjun was saying something while she was only smiling at him and listening. Renjun pulled her into a hug.

And she hugs him back. She was the girl Renjun was talking about days ago. She’s pretty, smart, sporty, and kind. Totally his type.

Did he confess? Did she say yes?

The ice cream you were eating melts as your heart also breaks. Salty tears were about to fall so you walked fast while trying to stop yourself from crying. So many thoughts was running into your mind. “Why am i crying? why does it hurt? I’m only his bestfriend.”

“What am i gonna say when he tells me about this?”

You finally got up to your room, went straight to your bed to cry your heart out. You already put your phone on dnd to avoid receiving calls and messages from him. And to also distance yourself from everyone. You would just make up an excuse tomorrow why you weren’t able to answer his calls and messages.

9th grade.

It was thursday. You were eating with your other friends at your school watching the sport players train in the field. They were blabbering about their crushes when they asked you “What about you? Are you interested in someone?” Your friend asked smiling.

You smiled back, bittersweet smile. “No, i’m not interested on someone right now.” Your other friend suddenly giggled. “Are you sure? because the first time i saw you, you were with a guy! A little too close with him to only just be friends.” She was a transferee. She didn’t know much about my friendship with Renjun.

You and your friend also laughed.

“That was her childhood bestfriend, dummy!” Your friend butted in. You watched her mouth form an 0 shape and smiled apologetically.

You smiled back. You were used to people mistaking your relationship with Renjun.

But it’s true. You guys were a little too close to each other especially now that he has a girlfriend. And so you’ve decided to avoid him. It’s been 2 weeks actually, going 3 weeks. You haven’t talked to him, not even a single word.

You weren’t replying to his messages, he was restricted from all of your social media accounts and you also avoid bumping into him at school. Though, he tries to talk to you at school but during lunch break he would always be with his girlfriend or his bball team after class.

But today you saw him walking from the other side of the field. Your friends were talking to each other and you were staring at him, it was lunch break. He’s with his girlfriend. Of course.

He saw you. He waved. You also waved back.

Maybe it was time to stop avoiding him and let him go. You thought that it was immature to just throw your friendship with him just like that. Though, you really needed that space.

That day was the day when you accepted that he was only your bestfriend. Only ever will be your bestfriend. Maybe he’s your soulmate. Platonic soulmate. A soulmate doesn’t have to be a romantic partner.

03:49 PM

You smiled at the bittersweet memories as you heard the door open revealing Renjun carrying what he bought at the market. You sat up and walked towards him to help him. He says thank you as you helped him organize the foods he bought.

You went to your room and took a shower while Renjun was in the living room playing PUBG with Haechan and Chenle. You heard their arguments and playful remarks while playing.

04:45 PM

You finished showering and doing your skincare. You cleaned your room and when you went out of your room, you saw Renjun preparing the ingredients in the kitchen to start cooking. You went up to him and asks how can you help.

Both of you did your parts in preparing dinner.

06:35 PM

Both of you just finished preparing for dinner and were just waiting for the rice to cook. While waiting, he opens up the photo album from your bookshelf. It was the photo album of the both of you ever since you guys were kids.

Reminiscing memories with him. “I still remember this. This was the day when you cried because i didn’t want to play princess tea party with you.” Renjun said staring at the picture of you crying while he was standing cluelessly. You were 9 years old and he was 10 years old in this picture.

07:20 PM

You were eating dinner with him. Both of you talked about how university life was treating the both of you. How you both wants to go back to your province and spend time with family.

He smiles listening to you talk about how you miss going to you guys’ spot in the province, you stopped talking as he wiped the side of your lip. “There was a stain.”

Both of you finished eating, as you offered to wash the dishes since he has been doing all the chores since earlier. He agreed.

You thought he went to the living room while you were washing the dishes but he’s actually watching you from behind. When he suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“I really missed you. Wish i could stay here all the time.” You laughed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m trying to be sweet what.” He said sounding offended as you literally made him feel like you’re rejecting his affection for you.

You’re used to this. His love language was physical touch. You don’t think differently of his actions anymore.

10:45 PM

You’re seating in the couch with Renjun beside you as you watch him play PUBG on his Ipad.

You yawned as you were already sleepy. Renjun heard and also noticed that your eyes were almost closing.

“You’re such a sleepy head.”

“You’re still not used to it? You have to.” You defended as he only laughed at your defense.

You told him that you’re gonna go to your room and sleep already since you can’t wait for him to finish his game. He said okay and kissed your forehead and went back to play his game.

You went to your room and slept. You smiled as you wish nothing of this would change. You don’t wish for anything else and you’re contented with what you have with him. He is indeed your soulmate. :)

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cloudparadise · 9 months

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Lead guitarist yangyang 🐑🎸and drummer hendery 🦄🥁!!!! I’m making a new au, a wayv rockstar au 😼 I really hope you like it 🫶

#yangyang #hendery #wayv #wayv fanart #alternate universe #nct au #nct fanart #go little rockstar

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sungberry · 10 months

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1x1 roleplay partner search !

update 28 January 2024: i’m currently no longer looking for enhypen rps. consider this post as CLOSED

hi hi! my name is emery and it's been a while since i have made a proper request on my blog so here we are<3

i'm 20 years old, and i am looking for 18+ writing partners to do member x member bxb roleplay with ! note that i do not accept ocs. 3rd person, past tense, the range would be 350+ words with proper grammar.

other: i talk a lot so BEWARE... just your local crackhead (although i'll be trying to make this post sound cool)

i am into most genres except for a few. i tend to always include fantasy themes in my roleplays, so if you're not okay with some magic here and there, we probably wouldn't be the best match !

okay with nsfw themes (including smut) if it flows. i want my partner to be a switch, especially when we have more pairings than just one. this is something i am not willing to compromise about. with that being said, i am all for multiple ships! not doubles... but multiverse type of a deal.

discord is the only platform i write / interact on!

while i prefer active writing partners, i do get that life gets in the way sometimes. personally, i reply once a day depending on how many replies i have to write down and my overall inspiration<3 please communicate if anything, because i can't stand ghosting and being left in the dark for weeks / months.

currently looking for enhypen roleplays mostly. i'd be willing to write anyone in the group depending on the plot, although i will not participate in romantic pairings with niki. i have many other groups i am familiar with, although enha has been my main brainrot so far! lastly, i'm also semi-okay with other k-pop crossovers, tho i am especially picky with them ><

pls collaborate. i will not lead the entire plot by myself - no need to be afraid to drop your ideas. with that being said, i’ll repeat myself that i can’t deal with dry texters, one way replies and such, pls show me at least some interest if you wanna rp with me! ^^

GUSHING ABOUT SHIPS N HEADCANONS >>>>

i'm a big ooc person - i can't rp with people i cannot be friends with ooc! something about it just feels awkward UDFHBGJDF

below is my carrd, you can find me rambling into detail about what i have written above + triggers + limits + writing samples and more groups i am familiar with. please kindly read it if i have caught your interest so far c:

! CARRD

with all of that being said, thank you for reading! make sure to like this post or directly message me in case of interest ^^

note: i tend to exchange writing samples with my partner to make sure that we match writing-wise and enjoy each other's content!

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neodreamzenie · 1 year

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Mafia Member j.jh SERIES

Previous / Next

Mafia Member pt. 4

Wc: 0.4k Warnings: Mention of kidnapping Genre: Angst

Y/n P.O.V

I was casually staring at the white ceiling, thinking about the most random things, when the door opened, revealing Taeyong and 7 other men. "So, we have a question." He started. "Well, sure, but who are these people?" I replied. "They're other members. Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle and our youngest; Jisung." Two of them looked very familiar to you, you just couldn't sort them...

"So, back to what I was saying, we wanted to know if you'd like to join us." Taeyong said. "Wait. So you're kidnapping me, keeping me on this goddamn chair even tying me to it, just to ask me to join you? Did you think those few hours in this stupid chair brain washed me? I know I said that there's no fucking point in living to me, but I didn't mean it in a way of 'Oh let me join your mafia group and practically kill myself'! Are you crazy?" You said, completely dumb founded by that question.

"So, I'm asking you one more time. Will you join us, or not?" He asked, with a complete blank expression, obviously annoyed by your reaction. "What are my alternative options?" You asked, hoping for him to not say die. "You'd probably spend the rest of your life on this chair. At least until you die from starvation and thirst." Renjun stated your one and only option. "Well do I even have a choice? Count me in then." You said, rolling back your eyes in annoyance of how your life became something you never could've imagined it to be.

As soon as Jeno finished releasing you from these ropes, they took you to Taeyong's office with little difficultiesin the beginning, your legs aching. Arriving at the door, they signaled you to go in, so you knocked on the door waiting for Jaehyun to open the door for you. So you walked into the room and sat down on the chair that was across from Taeyong - on the other side of the table - who then told Jaehyun to leave the room.

He proceeded to ask you about your age, date of birth, nationality and about relations to other mafia groups or the police. "I'm 22, born on april 14, 1998 and I don't have anything to do with the police or any other mafioso. Also, I'm chinese." Taeyong wrote down what you said in his laptop, mumbling something, ycouldn't quite understand. "What did you say?" "Uh, nothing."

He then handed me a staple of papers and told to read, sign and bring them back until tomorrow.

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CHAPTER SIX : on the dark side of the (sailor) moon

@ notyourmalelead top of his class, hallway crush kim doyoung isn't very interested in his semester long partnership with sailor moon obsessed, popular vlogger ln yn. until your larger than life crush on him is revealed. then he's much more interested in proving that he's not your male lead (and subsequently wishing he was).

taglist. @haechansbbg @evilsailorsenshi @firstdonutllamafarm @90s-belladonna thank for you for supporting not your male lead! ♥︎

@ previous @ home @ next

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kaesficrecarchive · 8 months

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[johnny x taeyong]

The Spell That Binds by taeyongseo (35/35 | 201,775 | E)

It was not that Johnny and his friends had a penchant for getting into trouble. It was just that letting the Gryffindors win was not an option. And then there was Taeyong, top-of-the-class Taeyong, who always seemed to be around to watch them all with a disapproving frown. Getting a rise out of the Ravenclaw prefect was half the fun, really.

part 1 of Tales of the Tablespoon Universe

#guess what i just reread #if anyone sees this and has a doc with all the little ficlets set in this universe that carly and anons wrote in her cc pls send me the lin #johnyong #johnny x taeyong #johnyong fic rec #nct 127 #multi chap #completed #t: hogwarts au #t: worldbuilding #wc: 200k+#c: kpop #rpf #rating: e #tstb deserves its own post!!!!!#kae's favs #so sad she deactivated before posting the dojae sequel <///3

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chocojae · 1 year

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[02:47]

pairing ▸ boyfriend! jaehyun x gender neutral reader genre ▸ fluff | crack word count ▸ 788. warnings ▸ profanity

YOU ROLLED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF BED, EYES WIDE OPEN AND HEART BEATING ALOUD.

The constant rustling of the bushes seemed to echo in the tense room, and it only made you jump out of fear.

It would be an utter lie to say you are not scared to the bones. Because you are.

Funny how your stupid ass is admitting it now because just three hours ago you remembered fishing out your laptop from the bag and courageously watching a horror film to shoo your boredom away.

A loud thud against the wall made you flinch, and the sound of muffled footsteps following soon after only made you shoot open your eyes. Hey, wait! Did someone just stack up the ladder against your dorm’s wall and was climbing up?

Several scenarios ran through your head. Could it be a killer who’s going to murder you because killing was his hobby? Or could it be a haunted doll who has a butcher’s knife in her left hand and a creepy smile — whatever be it, it was clear you were in danger.

So, with every little ounce of courage left in your body, you pushed the blanket off yourself and took the heavy ass book from your side table, approaching the window carefully and angling the book to smack the stranger.

Soon your eyes caught a well built figure releasing a sigh. You couldn’t make out who it was due to how dark it was — and because of your tinted window, of course. But the second the window slid open, you hit the stranger with all your might.

“Oh shit—”

As you were about to close the window and lock it, the stranger’s voice caught your attention. Holy shit, it was your boyfriend. Your eyes widened and you abandoned the book in your hand to help your boyfriend crawl in.

He was groaning and hissing in pain. All of a sudden guilt rushed through you. Though you were trying to protect yourself (and ignoring the fact that a book isn’t even close to being suitable for self defense) you accidentally hit your boyfriend, your freaking boyfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, looking at you with his squinted eyes. Maybe he was judging you? Maybe he was thinking of beating the shit out of you? You didn’t know. “I know that,” He pauses, gulping. “I ate your pizza without your permission but hey that’s mean.”

“I am serious.” You gently shove his hand off his face. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, but yes—“

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. I thought you were someone who came to kill me so I smacked you—“

“You didn’t even let me finish, babe.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “No, it didn’t hurt when you smacked me with a book but yes,” He passes you a silly grin. “It did hurt when I fell from heaven.” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his dorkiness.

“But, things aside— why in the world are you here literally at 3 in the morning?” Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, opting to flop on your bed instead. You follow him soon after, facing him as he stared at you intimately.

“I missed you.” He finally says, dimples flashing. A comfortable silence takes over the room as you stare into his beautiful orbs. It almost turned into a staring contest before he once again spoke.

“I still don’t get it though, why are you awake when you are usually sleeping at this hour? Also, pretty disappointed you didn’t lock your window.” You fake a cough, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

“I— um, was watching a movie since I couldn’t sleep. I genuinely thought I would be worn out after watching the movie and will fall asleep but oh, well.” You sigh, earning a deep chuckle from the man beside you.

“I bet it was a thriller movie, right?”

“More like a horror.” Jaehyun nods at your answer. “Finally understood why you threw that book of yours in my handsome face.” You mumbled a quiet sorry before laughing along with him.

“Since both of us can’t sleep, how about we snuggle up?” You suggest, watching his eyes twinkle up in amusement as you embrace his torso, leaning in close enough to get stiff of his cologne. It didn’t take him long to hug you back.

“Goodnight. Hope you dream of me.” Though you couldn’t see him, you were sure a stupid grin would be adoring his face.

“Lord, I hate you.” You whispered sweetly, leaning in to press a kiss on his jaw.

“Love you too.”

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