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girlsculturetechnology · 4 months

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SUNHEE’S PROFILE

PERSONAL PROFILE

BIRTH NAME: Park Sun-hee (박선희)

JAPANESE NAME: Kudo Mika (くどみか)

ENGLISH NAME: Sophie Park

NICKNAMES:

DATE OF BIRTH: July 5, 2004

PLACE OF BIRTH: Busan, South Korea

HOMETOWN: Busan, South Korea

SEX AND GENDER: female woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

ETHNICITY: Japanese-Korean

NATIONALITY: Japanese-Korean

CITIZENSHIP: South Korean

SOCIAL CLASS: lower class

BLOOD TYPE: A

CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN: Monkey (猴)

STAR SIGN: Cancer

MBTI: INTP

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

EYE COLOR: very dark brown

HAIR COLOR: black

HEIGHT: 169cm (5’6”)

WEIGHT: 50kg (110lbs)

BODY BUILD: square body type; small chest, small but strong muscles, good posture, small hands

SKIN TONE: light-medium, warm undertone

SKIN TYPE: normal

FACE SHAPE: heart; small face, big forehead, high cheekbones, v-shaped jawline, small face features

EYE SHAPE: cat eyes; double eyelids

NOSE SHAPE: straight nose; high nose bridge, round nose tip

LIP SHAPE: full lips; prominent cupid’s bow, upturned mouth corners

OTHER NOTICEABLE FEATURES: arched eyebrows, thick hair

PROCEDURES: skin whitening, double eyelid surgery, rhinoplasty, lip fillers, botox

DOMINANT HAND: both (ambidextrous)

BODY MODIFICATIONS: piercings (left ear - 3, right ear - 2)

LOOKALIKES:

VOICE CLAIM: Harvey (XG)

CAREER PROFILE

OCCUPATION: K-Pop Idol / J-Pop Idol

STAGE NAME: Sunhee

NICKNAMES: Seyeon’s daughter

FANDOM NAME: NCTzen /

LABEL: SM Entertainment (2021–)

GROUP: NCT (2023–)

SUBUNITS: NCT WISH (2023–)

POSITIONS: rapper (WISH), dancer (WISH)

REPRESENTATIVE COLOR:

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🦋

ROLE MODEL(S): Seyeon (NCT), BoA (soloist)

BEST KNOWN FOR:

being a female member of NCT

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BACKSTORY

Sunhee was born on July 5, 2004, in Busan, South Korea, to her Japanese mother Kudo Yoko and her Korean father Park Seon-woo. She has three siblings; an older sister named Ji-min and two younger brothers named Dae-won and Dong-woo.

She comes from a lower-class family. Her parents have always struggled with money. They had to work multiple jobs to be able to afford a living.

Despite being half Japanese, Sunhee has never been to Japan. She spent her whole childhood in Busan. In high school, she got interested in K-pop after her friends told her about it. She really liked the idea and wanted to become an idol together with her friends, so she taught herself how to dance.

In November 2021, she went to Seoul with her friends for the SM Weekly Audition, even though her parents were against it. She performed NCT's Black on Black and got in.

On June 30, 2023, SM Entertainment announced the pre-debut reality show "NCT Universe : LASTART" which would create the fifth and the last NCT unit. On July 11, 2023, SM Entertainment released a video introducing Sunhee as a trainee who will be competing on the show. The first episode premiered on July 27.

On September 6, 2023, the final episode aired which announced Sunhee as one of the trainees debuting in NCT's new unit.

On October 19, 2023, NCT NEW TEAM with Sunhee as one of the members, released a pre-debut single "Hands Up".

On January 18, SM Entertainment announced NCT NEW TEAM will debut as NCT WISH.

FACTS / TRIVIA

She speaks Korean and Japanese.

She speaks very fast.

Hobbies: listening to music, playing games, sewing, watching anime

Her favorite anime is One Piece.

Her charming point is her small face and shoulders.

@alixnsuperstxr

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130zk · 8 days

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imnotjaesblog · 2 months

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Hogwarts Dreams at Night

Intro:

Part 1: An Owl Appears

New Nct Dream Series Starring,

Huang Renjun- The Ravenclaw.

-Huang Renjun is one of the smartest students in all of Hogwarts. He's aced every exam and test. He's absolutely beloved by his teachers and students can't decide if their jealousy is from hate or desire to be as smart as him. However, Renjun had always been head-to-head with you. Both of you taking any chance to turn in even an optional extra credit assignment and an opportunity to compete. But one day on your way to your Defense Against the Dark Art class you both get stuck inside a classroom and are forced to work out your differences. Making Renjun realize he shouldn't have been competing with you but for you.

Here Now!!: Part one: The Ravenclaw

Posted: 03/ 30/2024

Na Jaemin- The Slytherin

-Na Jaemin is a quidditch player but unlike Jeno, he could care less about the sport. He only played because his father forced him to. Jaemin would much rather spend his time in the library, but not curled up with a good book or studying for his Spells class. He'd rather fuck some pretty Hufflepuff behind the bookcases and maybe even get caught. However, when you are paired with him to work on a project in your spells class he sees the chase for you as a challenge and he'd do anything to piss Jeno off

Here Now!!!!!

Posted: 05/10/ 2024

Lee Jeno - The Gryffindor

-Lee Jeno captain of the Quidditch Gryffindor team. Had always had everything in life handed to him. His father was a beloved Gryffindor and Jeno wishes to follow in his footsteps. He was loved for his bravery, honor, loyalty, and boldness like a true Gryffindor. However, everyone has a weakness. His recklessness, self-righteousness, short tempers, and desire to have you are what make him lose you. After countless arguments, your friendship falls apart and breaks his heart. But he'd never tell you. Until one day you rip it right out of him.

Coming Soon

AHHH okay. I'm so excited to write this series, you have no clue. I've always wanted to do something Harry Potter and it's finally happening.

This will be a 5 part series.

I played around with the idea a lot. Adding in members and taking some out. Changing the plot based on which members I wanted. But I knew one way or another Jaemin as a Slytherin had to be created. Then I thought I should write about a chase. Which one will Y/n choose?

Then I had to figure out who would be the other man. I knew I wanted him to be Gryffindor it was just deciding which one would be a Gryffindor. Originally it would be Jaehyun but then I changed it since I've written so much about him already. Then my mind went to Jeno and I knew I had to write about him.

Now Renjun came so quick. I just had to make him a Ravenclaw.

I wanted to write the entire 00 line but I physically could not make Haechan a Hufflepuff. So I promise he will be mentioned all of the Dreamies will be but the main 3 will be Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun.

I hope you all enjoy this series.

See you soon:)

Happy Reading :)

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eventuallyaugust · 1 year

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bound by the rules masterlist smau

pairing/s: lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

tags... crack, fluff; angst; hurt(?); suggestive/smut (not all time); kinda slow burn (not the do i like her slow burn, but those longer than a min touches and longing gazes kind of slow burn); no beta we die like men; love at first sight; friends to lovers

warning/s... love triangle; angst; too many things going on; an ungodly amount of time skips; suggestive/smut themes; dark jokes; toxic staffs and management; scandals; dark themes & graphic content: strong language, bullying (affectionately); multiple mentions of alcohol and its consumption; many more to be added

setting... story will start in 2022

featuring... txt, lesserafim, aespa, itzy (mostly ryujin), ive (mostly annyeongz), choi yena, skz bangchan, nct jaehyun, g-idle yuqi, enhypen heeseung, some bts members, and many more that often pops up in just one of the chapters.

status... CONTINUING (surprisingly)

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profiles. bighit's baby giants, too pretty to be ais, not-so-fearless with bugs, the seven avengers

chapters (number of chapters & some titles still unidentified)

⭐ - fav chap

01 | happy birthday to you⭐

02 | new bestie unlocked

03 | birth month twinnie (half written)

04 | pretty elevator girl (kinda half written)

05 | tagged along

06 | birthday money

07 | meeting for what?! (mostly written)

08 | MEETING?? HER?? WHAT??

09 | minjeong's research

10 | lee fcking soo-man (written) ⭐

11 | give me your bets

12 | field day (pt.1)⭐

13 | the claw machine⭐

14 | party party yeah

15 | alexa, play drama by txt (written)⭐

16 | she is like dramama ramama

17 | #prayforheeseung

18 | gay panic-ese⭐

19 | txt's first 2022 vlive (written)⭐

20 | lord me when⭐

21 | be careful what you wish for (written) ⭐

22 | something bad just happened ⭐

23 | perfect friends ⭐

24 | matchz? it's a matchz! ⭐

bonus... matchmaker episodes

25 | 0 7 . 3 0

26 | seol & umji?? seolji?

27 | haters gonna hate

28 | wee-woo 🚨🚨

29 | a house of cards (written)

30 | us against the world

31 | through the cracks

32 | without the foundation

extra/s:

bbtr plot timeline

2022

2023

2024

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taglist: @curly-fr13s , @neuftaeng , @myothegreat , @yoontoonwhs , @nasyu-kookies , @awkwardtoafault , @osakis-gf , @dream-chasers-things , @woonie57 , @juhyunsthirdwife , @sewiouslyz , @yerevies , @kimsgayness , @jeindall777 , @notodayeli , @mah4u

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a/n: seol can be interpreted as the reader or whole other person. it was supposed to be y/n, not seol but i find it hard to imagine if i pair yunjin and karina to someone i can't imagine, so that's where seol is born.

disclaimer all images and pictures used in this story are not all mine. they belong to their rightful owners and i therefore give credits to their edits. since this is a smau, all of the happenings and events within are made up and the product of my imagination. any similarity to real-life occurrences or individuals, whether alive or deceased, is entirely coincidental. SEPARATE FICTION FROM REALITY.

@ eventuallyaugust 2024 | navi

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mins-fins · 9 months

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≡;- ꒰ °𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ꒱

a shen quanrui au

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 SYNOPSIS ⋆ let's get this, yoon yn is unnoticeable, and he would love for it to remain that way. in a school where 'status' is the only thing that matters, he'd rather be the person in the shadows compared to being the person in the limelight. so why would shen quanrui, the rich, handsome, literal heartthrob shen quanrui ever be interested in him? to him, it seems to all be some elaborate joke, and.. it technically kind of is.

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 PAIRING ⋆ shen quanrui x male!reader

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 GENRE ⋆ high school au, social media au, frenemies (?) to lovers, fluff, very much angst, crack, comedy (i guess?), rich popular kid with a huge ego x quiet kid whose annoyed by his shit

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 WARNINGS ⋆ swearing, kys/kms jokes, bullying, fighting (both verbal and physical), sexual joke, high school hierarchies, literally just high school in general, violence, jokes about mental illness, mentions of smoking, anton of RIIZE as yn's fc, warnings will be added to each chapter!!

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 FEATURING ⋆ zerobaseone members. enhypen (jungwon). tiot (junhyeon). p1harmony (jongseob). maybe some original characters.

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 TAGLIST ⋆ open ^^!! you can send an ask or just comment if you wanna be added :))

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 STATUS ⋆ discontinued.

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 PROFILES ⋆ gyuvin haters | toaster bath

⟡ ֺ 𓂂 TABLE OF CONTENTS ꜜ

˖ ݁ 𓂃 zero ⋆ early dementia

˖ ݁ 𓂃 one ⋆ $50

˖ ݁ 𓂃 two ⋆ gorgeous men that i wanna punch

˖ ݁ 𓂃 three ⋆ STOP!! (being gay)

˖ ݁ 𓂃 four ⋆ non-jenos dhmu

˖ ݁ 𓂃 five ⋆ the psych ward

˖ ݁ 𓂃 six ⋆ defamatory information

˖ ݁ 𓂃 seven ⋆ nct from wish

˖ ݁ 𓂃 eight ⋆ teen angst

˖ ݁ 𓂃 nine ⋆ yeojun's interlude

˖ ݁ 𓂃 ten ⋆ as told by a straight man 👍

˖ ݁ 𓂃 eleven ⋆ #JUNYNENDGAME

˖ ݁ 𓂃 …

#⊹ ࣪˖⁩ not friends #shen quanrui #ricky shen #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 smau #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone ricky #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 imagines #zb1 drabbles #zb1 scenarios #ricky imagines #ricky shen x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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itskpopular · 3 months

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I just want to say that you don’t have to stan NCT WISH. You don’t have to buy their albums, stream their music, follow their social medias, or anything.

What you do have to do is stop being disrespectful towards these young men/children who are just trying to live their dreams and show off their talents.

Idc what your opinion is on whether they should be NCT or not, or that you think RIIZE is more NCT than them. You can have that opinion but don’t go posting about it where the members can see it or even saying it to their faces.

You can think what you want about Haechan’s comment but don’t twist his words to give yourself a reason to hate on the new members.

They are innocent people. They did not make any of the final debut decisions. That’s on SM Ent. They are just trying their best. They have trained just as hard as your favs to get here. They deserve this opportunity so much.

Again, you don’t have to like it. You can have your opinions. But you’re NOT a real fan if you are rude and say hurtful things to ANY of the NCT members, which includes NCT WISH.

NCT’s concept has ALWAYS been that they were adding new members. Since 2016, we have known this about NCT. International fans have always been more supportive (althought with some hesitancy) about new members joining. When Doyoung and Johnny joined in Limitless era, they were accepted. When Jungwoo and Lucas joined (and Kun started offically promoting) during Empathy era, they were accepted. When Hendery, Xiaojun, and Yangyang debuted with WayV, they were accepted (again with some hesitation). When Sungchan and Shotaro were added during NCT 2020, they were accepted (at least for the most part). This is NCT’s thing. Their whole concept.

We have been wanting a Japanese unit for literal years and now that we have one, you have the audacity to complain??? Yes, it sucks that Sungtaro left, Shotaro couldn’t be in the Jap unit with Yuta and that Yuta isn’t in the unit at all…it sucks.

However, we knew that with a new unit, comes new members, and before they announced the end of the unlimited member rule, we knew we would get many more members in the future.

Stop acting like this is shocking news and that it’s weird. You signed up for this when you became an NCTzens.

Anyone who hates on NCT WISH and the members is proving themselves to not be real fans and the members would be so disappointed in the disrespect you guys are putting under their name.

Sion, Riku, Yushi, Jaehee, Ryo, and Sakura all deserve to debut. They deserve the support that past members have been given when joining the group. They deserve more than hurtful words and rude fans. I know that some of them are very young but why does their age have to dictate if you will stan? You stan NCT DREAM and Jisung was literally 14 when they debuted? Chenle was 15, the 2000’ liners were 16 and Mark was 17. They were all minors. You probably stan other groups who have younger members as well. Don’t use their age as an excuse to be a hater.

I also feel like some are gonna be very mad at this post, but honestly bring it on. I am a proud NCTzen who loves and supports all of the boys. I will not stand for this stupid behaviour.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#nct #wayv #nct wish #nct dream #nct 127 #nct u #nctzen #kpop #nct new team

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neopuppy · 2 years

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How to be one of Jeno and Jaemins groupie :(

for you czennie💚🤭

Stepping foot into your very first in-person fansign to meet your favorite idols had always been your biggest dream.

While you hoped for your bias Jaemin to recognize you from the couple of times you lucked out and were fortunate enough to speak with him through video call, you could have never anticipated the overjoyed excitement he greeted you with.

Jaemin’s arms flew up as you approached, subtly stealing glances at your dressed up figure from the corner of his eye. He recognized you from the moment you walked in with the line of fans, clutching onto an envelope neatly decorated with his name and bunny ear decals. The last time you spoke passed through his mind often, from the way you ducked and hid your face in a delicate demure way; to the way your voice cracked and grew higher in pitch when his eyebrows bounced up suggestively.

Innocent and lush, he thought, worrying his bottom lip while editing photos the next day.

“Ah, if I ever see her in real life..” he laughs to himself, shifting side to side before his computer screen. “I’m gonna fuck her.”

Jaemin could barely keep up his usual cool composure. The first time he answered your fan call had already emptied his lungs, having to gather his bottom lip beneath his teeth to control himself from shouting anything too inappropriate.

“Ahh, look who it is!” He announces, plastering his palms flat on the table to lean over and dazzle you with the widest brightest smile. “My favorite.”

Jaemin’s eyebrows bounce playfully, aware by the amount of viral tweets that went around each time you shared your experiences chatting with him beyond the allotted 30 second timer. ‘Nana’s favorite’ caught his attention while browsing the trending tags, met with tons of suggestive tweets quoting your second time chatting with him gazing full of endearment. Adding fuel to the fire by winking and complimenting how beautiful you looked.

“Me?!” You laugh, wrinkling the letter in your hold nervously.

“Of course, Nana’s favorite fan.” He confirms, sliding an open palm near your hands. Directing you with a silent nod, his fingers twitch, grazing your wrist lightly.

“Oh..” caught off guard, you manage to set down the letter you worked on for weeks. Shakily laying your hand in his as the speech you’d practice evades your thoughts.

“You’re more beautiful each time I get to see you.” He says quietly, jotting down a signature and extra note with his free hand inside of your Glitch Mode album. He cocks a well groomed eyebrow, lapping his lower lip while scanning you fast enough for fansites around to catch and speculate over for weeks to come. “How lucky am I for the prettiest girl to be my fan?”

Gasping and snaking your fingers around his wrist only further amuses him. Jaemin lets out a sigh, shutting the album and signaling a gesture out of sight beneath the table for only a manager to see. “See you later?”

Innocent, so very innocent.

“Bye bye” he speaks in a deceivingly sweet tone, shaking your hand and waving with his other.

Jaemin ponders how long you’ll take to appear in his notifications, how far you’re willing to go for your favorite idol. Wishing he could have seen your reaction to the note left in your album, to his manager finding you and discreetly inviting you to an address that you have of course come to known as a rumored SM idol residence.

“You’re such a dog.” Jeno says from his bed, tossing football in the air. “I saw what you wrote in her album.”

“You’re just jealous she’s my fan.” Jaemin sneers, bragging about your text messages finally coming through. “Get lost, she’s about to be here.”

“That’s tough.” Jeno rolls his eyes, smirking and cozying up into a pile of pillows. “If she’s your fan, then she knows we’re roommates.”

Rumors had circulated around different fandoms of NCT members hooking up with their fans, but finding yourself sitting in your biases bedroom with his hand up your skirt sounded like something straight out of a wet dream. Scenarios you rarely ever let yourself even imagine because they were too far outlandish.

“Taste as pretty as you look.” Jaemin mumbles between layering kisses from your chin to your upper lip.

He’s nothing you could have ever imagined, too real and raw, covered with silky soft skin and plush lips.

This luxury he’s grown accustomed to since planning loopholes with Jeno to still get laid despite their fame has inflated his ego. More confident and full of himself now that he can have pussy sent straight to his room without worry of anyone finding out, Jaemin’s fast to lead you to his bed.

You knew the rules by now, keep the conversation minimal, no phone allowed inside, and absolutely do not disclose any information.

Overwhelmed by arousal and nerves, you can’t resist from grinding against his palm gliding between your thighs. Panting against his long throat with a panicked gaze that continuously lands on Jeno sitting his bed. Smirking with his elbows on his knees as he watches you allow his friend to spread your thighs apart and get a good look at the seat of your underwear gone damp. The shape of your cunt pushing through the wet fabric with the help of Jaemin’s working fingers prodding and teasing at your hole.

“I think Jeno wants to taste too.” He whispers by your lips, tipping your face to look across with the end of his nose dug into your cheek. Jaemin yanks your panties to one side, pushing your folds apart until you begin to whine and shrivel into his bed embarrassed. “Don’t be so shy, look at how much he likes it.”

He jerks your head, gripping onto your jaw to force you to watch Jeno’s eyes glaze over. The tip of his tongue circles the rim of his lips, knuckles white on balled up fist pulling at his sweats.

“First,” Jaemin taps your clit, grinning maniacally at how you whimper and jolt. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

He rubs harder, budging your thighs open and scolding you for ruining the show. “Then— you’re going to let Jeno have fun, right?”

Jaemin tsks, cruelly shoving two fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Knocking his forehead against yours when you don’t give him a clear answer between moaning and wailing. “You wanna be Nana’s favorite, don’t you?”

“Y-yes..” you stammer, nodding rapidly.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

#anon #nct hard hours #nct dream smut #jeno hard hours #jaemin hard hours

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liusheepsheep · 1 month

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Saturday_Drip.mp3 _jaemin x reader_

_It's the 2010's, and you're the fashion director of the rising K-Pop group 'NCT DREAM'. Not only that though, because with time you took a special liking to one of the members, Jaemin, just like he did to you! Good for you guys, wish you the best really._

914 words - pure fluff!! - beta reader? the voices in my head - just a 3 cap series of shenanigans between jaemin and why enn. hope you guys like it !!

chapter i. sip sip it down like smoothieeee

"So?"

"Hmm…."

"Well, do you agree?"

"…No, no I don't"

Jaemin let out a sigh as he turned around to leave the sword on his set, to which you only giggled. It was the third and last day of filming for the Smoothie music video, and it was certainly not any less exhausting than the first day! You were checking for every member's looks in between takes. As part of the creative team, you made it your mission to exude the exact aesthetic you previously discussed with your coworkers and the artists.

Ah yes, the artists. Just now you were fixing Jaemin's hair after his 'fruit fighting' scenes. The CGI was yet to be there for Jaemin to actually cut through anything, but his movements on each take made him look as a true swordsman.

A very peculiar, fashion-student-looking, rosy makeup styled swordsman but one nonetheless! And his hair, don't even mention it. White as snow, complimented him so well. Just now he was trying to convince you of letting his hair fall all over his face instead of the slicked back style you were fixing from the previous scenes. Arguing that "One does not go around fighting on a slick back", and just explaining to him that "It's the whole point of an MV with a production like this one!".

He gave up on his stylistic choices, for now. You are certain that when night comes, both cuddled up in bed, he's gonna take advantage of your sleepy state and coarse you into changing your design choices. But oh, it's only 9:18 a.m, there's plenty time left for him to chase you all around set, like a lost puppy, voicing his opinions about YOUR job. How dare he!

"Would you drink this?"

A couple hours later you found yourself preparing the Dreamies for the last takes of production. As you were fixing his jacket, he was inspecting his cup of black smoothie, mixing it and smelling it with a confused look. "I don't think you guys are supposed to drink it though?" You answer, eyes still fixed on his jacket. He looks at you and leaves the cup to the side, adding almost in a whisper. "I'm not asking you that princess. I'm asking if YOU would drink it"

!!! You gasp and tug on his jacket for him to be more quiet, but he only chuckles. "Na Jaemin we're still on set…" You let go of him and look at the cup, "But it's probably grape juice or something". Jaemin lets out a whine and you can't help but smile at him sheepishly, he takes a quick glance at the rest of the staff, all of them busy with their tasks, to look back at you and cup your face in his hands. "I just can't believe my angel would let me drink suspicious substances! Do you not care for me anymooooore?!"

You cover your mouth to avoid giggling and having others watching, while you slightly push him away, "Oh my gosh, it's not poison! You're ready to go, get in position and you'll be all done. I guarantee you nothing bad's gonna happen".

He gladly lets you manhandle him into the set with the rest of the guys to film their last scene. You stayed in the corner with your coworkers, watching the recording, looking at your man specifically. All that for them to not even drink it…

Everyone was already picking up their stuff, cleaning the sets and all of it's props. Except for you and 6 other people running behind the idols. You caught up to Jaemin before he could start changing to comfier clothes, grabbing his arm and putting his Blackberry in his hand. He turned around and looked at you confused.

"The selfies, silly. Have to snap some pictures."

"Ohh, yeah, that." He smiled and walked with you to a place with good lighting. As he was taking the pictures, trying different angles, he was chatting to you.

"I still find this kind of silly."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"This… photocard thing. I don't know what marketing strategy is this, really. Like just check our socials if you want our photos!"

You shake your head at his reasoning. "I think it's a good move. Girl's Generation did it on their latest record and it seemed like people loved it. It's like collectable goodies!". Jaemin put his phone down while checking the pictures, "Oh yeah? Well I hope you only collect MY goodies then. Even if other artists start doing it as well".

Before you could respond, he grabbed you by the waist and put his phone up, snapping some quick pictures of the both of you, kissing you on the cheek for the last one.

You all finished packing your things and started walking out of the set, asking him about his schedule. "So, how's your agenda for the rest of the week?"

"Hm, just promotions for music shows. Oh, and back to the hair salon"

"Really?! Already?"

"Apparently… we're doing the main issue of i-D magazine, and the hairstylists want us to look different. I'm surprised you didn't talk about this with them."

You thought back about your conversations while working on the designs for the Music Video. "No, they didn't… Sigh, I'll have to check what outfits to give you by then."

He just smiled at you, and you both continued your walk in a comfortable silence.

"Hm… I really liked your white hair Jaem…."

#nct #nct dream #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios

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nobodyeverasked · 2 years

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roses among thorns; osaki shotaro, jung sungchan

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summary ➣ A promise made between three lifelong best friends is broken as Y/N is held back from debuting with Shotaro and Sungchan as members of NCT 2020. However, Shotaro and Sungchan’s wishes to see Y/N again were answered as he returns to them, one way or another.

genre ➣ fluff (+ a little angst)

requested - 👍

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The music immediately died down the moment Shotaro yanked the speaker’s cables from his phone, the hum of the stereo barely keeping itself afloat amongst the heavy breathing of the three young men circling restlessly in the room. They slipped on the ashes of their sleepless night with every other step, and they looked at each other with breathless mouths hung open, heavied shoulders, empty chests, and legs that would collapse under all of them if they managed to scrounge up any of the air around them that practically singed their trembling hands.

Y/N, Shotaro, and Sungchan, a rag-tag batch of trainees set to debut and join NCT’s roster in their upcoming group project, NCT 2020, were scrambling to remember the choreography for their upcoming evaluation. The day they’d finally be able to see more than the smudged mirrors ahead of them and the scars their sneakers left on this damned, laminate flooring - or when they’d be allowed to go out, they’d see nothing but the night sky and the faintly lights on the edges of the night markets Sungchan would always drag Y/N and Shotaro to. The three of them always dreamt of it and saw it as something to reach out to.

Now, though, the day they needed to perform in front of managers and administrators and vocal coaches and choreographers threatened to fall right into their hands. They didn’t quite know how to process all of it for a while, that what they dreamed of, the things they’d aspire to and talk about in long-winded monologues to the ceiling while laying on each other's chests, could actually be real.

But here they were, stuffing as many rounds of choreography they could into the hours they had left, scraping up any energy or desperation they could’ve left behind on the way to what they deemed as their ‘special’ practice room. The grains on this floor - that just looked like all the others - seemed to bring them luck. Whether it was Shotaro passing his first dancing evaluation, Sungchan with his rapping and song-writing classes, or Y/N, with all the things he needed to catch up on for being added to the group of trainees rather late.

“I literally don’t even know if we’re dancing well anymore.” Y/N sighed hoarsely, crouching down and watching his fingers fidget with each other with idle eyes. He watched Sungchan excuse himself from the room to fetch them a few water bottles they were too stupid to bring with them.

His downcast gaze didn’t let him notice Shotaro shuffling up to him, then diving into the space he saw between Y/N’s arms, knocking them over with a hug.

“At least we tried, that’s what counts,” Shotaro said with an optimistic tone that almost felt self-mocking. He let himself settle further up on Y/N’s chest, leaving them both sprawled out on the dirty practice room floor. “Because that’s what they’re totally looking for, that we tried.”

Y/N chuckled as they submerged themselves in Shotaro’s sarcasm, and snapped their heads over to Sungchan, who threw the door open with as many water bottles as he could find cradled in his arms. He cast them aside the moment he saw Y/N and Shotaro clung to each other in the middle of the room and ran up to slide next to them. Propping himself up on his arm with a stumble, Sungchan’s free hand fiddled with the drawstrings of Y/N’s hoodie; one that used to be his not too long ago.

“Guys…” Sungchan started, not continuing until he saw both Y/N and Shotaro’s heads roll toward him with their tired eyes. “We’re going to debut, all three of us, so let’s not get defeated, okay?”

Y/N smiled to himself, “don’t worry, Channie, we’re not defeated.” Y/N reached up to pinch at Sungchan’s cheeks, and Sungchan closed the distance with an eye roll. “It’s just that it’s six in the morning; we’ve been up for almost a day…”

“Well, yeah, that too…” Sungchan shrugged, sheepish under the weight of Shotaro’s withered laughter. Despite that, Sungchan’s eyes were still bright and earnest. There was something he still wanted to say, sparks he still wanted to brush off his shoulders to light up the others’ smiles a little bit. “But still, I promise that we’re all gonna debut. I promise.” Sungchan stuck his pinky finger out towards the other two, watching with a determined smile as Y/N and Shotaro fumbled to tie all of their pinkies together.

“I promise too!” Shotaro said, enlivened.

Sungchan and Shotaro both looked over to Y/N, who was busy trying to find a way to tie his fingers up in the knot Shotaro and Sungchan made between their fingers.

“I’ll promise as soon as I can find a way to-”

At the same time, Shotaro and Sungchan opened their hands around Y/N’s and clasped them in the middle, tangling their fingers up in Y/N’s with no room to spare for the pale, lifeless lights that hung over them. It was a knot of warmth, comfort, and soft smiles, with Shotaro burying himself into Y/N’s side, and Sungchan taking up the other, bringing Y/N’s head under his chin.

“Okay,” Y/N chuckled as he felt both of them cuddle closer to him. “Now I promise…”

Shotaro and Sungchan and lingering on the fringes on the set of NCT’s photoshoot for their first-ever project as idols, NCT 2020: Resonance. This was their first time meeting every single member of NCT, not just greetings awkwardly exchanged in tight hallways, or conversations stretched out in empty practice rooms. They were standing side-by-side with people they trained beside and looked up to.

However, the most important one - Y/N - the piece that always found Sungchan and Shotaro when they felt missing, wasn't here yet. If he was, they knew for a fact that they would be the first place he would go. But there were no hugs from behind releasing a squeak from Shotaro’s pressed lips, no fingers sneaking their way into the spaces between Sungchan’s. Even the way the air felt, this hint of sweetness practically plucked out of it with the hours they’ve spent without Y/N by their sides, they knew he wasn’t here. The three of them were together so often, that the gold Y/N laced into every stream of light they walked through was their new normal.

The absence of all that for such a long time - this was the longest they’ve been apart for weeks - it made them feel so uncomfortable. The shapes they fit into in NCT just didn’t feel right without Y/N there with his outline right next to theirs.

Out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a blur of Taeyong’s figure, clad in the light blues of his blazer. A silent message passed between them as they exchanged glances and nods. If they didn’t know the answers, then maybe Taeyong did. Sungchan immediately made his way to Taeyong, meeting him halfway, as Taeyong was already walking up to where Sungchan and Shotaro stood - he wanted to check up on how NCT’s new members were feeling.

Shotaro shuffled up and kept himself close to Sungchan, behind his shoulders the whole time.

“Hey, you guys! How’re you feeling?” Taeyong asked with a welcoming smile. Shotaro and Sungchan seemed to relax almost instantly as Taeyong’s voice wrapped them up in what felt like an embrace.

“We’re feeling okay…” Sungchan trailed off. No amount of comfort could bring Shotaro or Sungchan out of their thoughts, and no amount of friendly smiles could distract them from what’s missing. The weight at Shotaro’s side as they’d always find ways to lean into each other, the teasing shoves to Sungchan’s chest that would get them play-fighting on car rides to their vocal training. They knew Y/N had a thing for being late, but not for a day like this… “But we were just wondering where Y/N is…? He hasn’t shown up yet and we don’t know anything, so we thought you would…?”

Shotaro could already see something waver in Taeyong’s eyes as he hesitated, and it tangled his breath up in his throat. Even with the way Taeyong drew his breath in, sharp and sudden as if he was bracing for the words he had to say. It made this weight drop in their stomachs, they felt the tiles and folds of the green screen under their shoes threaten to swallow them up.

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong’s voice was borderline mournful, his eyes sad, apologetic. He, too, was so excited to see Y/N debut, someone who’s been training alongside him for as long as he could remember, but now Taeyong had nothing of Y/N to remember but the thought of leaving Y/N behind, leaving him to wait with his ambition in his hands, only to see his debut slip past him. He’s seen Y/N grow so much, but only in flashes and brief conversations through practice room door frames as he’d catch Y/N trying to iron out the edges of choreography until early in the morning. “But- uh… He’s not doing the shooting. I thought you guys would know…”

Shotaro and Sungchan could respond with nothing but mouths torn wide open.

They made a promise…

“They held him back, I was only there for the first and last conversations, but they didn’t tell me anything that happened in between. Our Y/N is amazing, though, I know he’ll be here with us in no time.” Taeyong paused with a nod, a sliver of optimism reignited in his eyes. He hoped to give some to the two men in front of him, standing there with fidgeting fingers and lost words. “Don’t sweat it, okay?”

“Okay…” Was all Sungchan could find in himself to muster with his strained smile and slight nods. Taeyong turned around with parting pats on their shoulders before heading off to another group of his members. Sungchan turned around to meet Shotaro’s wary gaze, but Shotaro’s eyes were trained to the notches in the tiles. “He’ll be here soon,” Sungchan murmured, parroting Taeyong to Shotaro, but with the way his words trembled, it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

“He better be…”

Their suspicions caught onto them when Y/N never showed up; bit into them mercilessly, relentlessly as they could feel the emptiness at their sides. It felt like forever before they even heard a brief mention of Y/N’s name from staff in idling conversation. As if they never laughed at his jokes at the end of their schedules or were on the receiving end of all his kindness that left a Y/N-shaped imprint on all the people who were blessed enough to walk in the range of his brilliant eyes.

It’s been a year since that day, since their promise was broken, and Shotaro, Sungchan, and the rest of NCT were being ushered into a large room lined with vanities, makeup artists standing at the ready to get them onto the stage as quickly as possible. This was a night that Shotaro and Sungchan had never dreamed of reaching, at least without Y/N as the missing piece that always fit so perfectly between them; their first win as members of NCT.

If Shotaro or Sungchan even got the opportunity to run their hand over the trophy’s silver finishing, they knew it wouldn’t feel the same, look the same as the times they haughtily practiced their acceptance and ‘thanks’ speeches with crushed water bottles in the trophy’s place. Y/N was always their MC, droning on about how talented and beautiful they all were until Sungchan would need to tackle him down to the floor out of embarrassment to shut him up; Sungchan would always smile fondly at how that would never be enough, Y/N would keep singing their praises until his breath grew rough.

“I feel like we should be more excited than we are, this is our first win.” Sungchan scratched at his neck, thinking about how his heart didn’t skip as many beats on their way to MusicCore, or how he didn’t feel his nerves fraying at the ends of his fingertips as he and Shotaro fiddled with each other’s hands in a nervous wreck at the back of the car. The fires under their hands just didn’t light the same without them pulling Y/N in to tie their fingers together. “Now I’m just thinking about how Y/N should be here; it makes me sad…”

“Y/N wouldn’t want us to be sad…” Shotaro said, eyes struggling to light an optimistic spark.

“Right…”

Without Y/N’s warmth, the metal would feel cold in such an unforgiving way, not in a way that was expecting Y/N’s hands on theirs, clutching at their waists and fingers in anticipation and celebration. Shotaro didn’t have someone to cling to in the front row now. Y/N’s fingers wouldn’t anxiously slip into the space of his belt loops or fiddle with the zippers on his jacket.

They missed him. They missed him so much…

Shotaro and Sungchan were separated by their staff at the doorway, split off into different chairs with different makeup artists. They were still close enough to share reassuring glances and smiles at each other until their makeup artists, wrapped up in all-black uniforms, stepped up to them.

However, as Sungchan’s makeup artist stepped up to the counter, back turned, there was this unmistakable quality about the way their shoulders seemed to carry the pale lights of the vanity mirror, the way the brief flicker in their eyes that Sungchan caught whenever their tilted head left their gaze exposed under their black baseball cap.

Then, all of the sudden, this fragrance bloomed as the makeup artist made their way closer; the gentle sweetness of lavender poured over long nights sprawled out on waxed, practice room floors. Sungchan remembered how the smell always dripped from Y/N’s neck whenever Sungchan would pull him into the tightest hugs he could muster at the night’s end - no matter how hard Sungchan squeezed and pulled at Y/N’s waist, there was always a faint glow of moonlight left in Y/N’s beautiful, tired eyes.

Sungchan recognized more and more things, how the makeup artist seemed to levitate, almost glide along the carpeted floors as they shuffled along the makeup counter to organize their things wordlessly - they still had yet to catch Sungchan’s face, contorted with curiosity. As the makeup artist finally turned around to meet Sungchan’s eyes, everything froze. The frayed edges of their hoodie’s drawstrings looked so familiar, the delicateness in which they instantly reached out to hold Sungchan’s face in such an uncanny way that Sungchan’s thoughts made his head spin. The artist flinched back; something didn’t seem right…

Or maybe, it seemed too right to be real.

“Y/N…?”

Sungchan didn’t need an answer, only the joyous gleam of the eyes he could barely see. He leaped from his seat and wrapped Y/N up in his arms, with Y/N burying a relieved sigh into Sungchan’s shoulder before struggling to hug back with his brushes still in his hands. He held on as tight as he could regardless, as there was a point in his life where he possibly could’ve never had this again; Sungchan’s arms around his waist, hands stroking his back, smile in his neck, and the warmth it brought to his chest.

“Oh my God… Y/N…” Sungchan shuddered and held Y/N’s face, his smile only growing even brighter as Y/N’s hands rose up to wrap around his. “I- I missed you! What happened? Why’re you here? Why didn’t you tell me- us…? Anyone?”

“I-” Y/N found himself stumbling in their rejoice, the clatter of his brushes against the counter gaining less attention than he thought.

All of Sungchan’s questions settled on Y/N’s skin too quickly for him to answer; even when he dragged that pen across the contract shoved in front of him for the conversations Taeyong wasn’t present for, and then remembered the hug farewell they shared on the final conversation Taeyong was present for, he didn’t know. He knew Sungchan would be asking these questions, and Shotaro too if he wasn’t seated across the room, catching his and Sungchan’s reflection in the mirror with a raised eyebrow; however, he just couldn’t find answers.

“I just…”

“Y/N… “ Sungchan saw how Y/N struggled to bring his words up and relented his onslaught of questions, no matter how desperate he was for answers.

“I don’t know…” Y/N finally answered, then led his gaze to the ground with a shameful, vivid flush that spilled over the mask he was wearing. “I just didn’t want anyone to see me like this…” ‘How the mighty have fallen’, Y/N wanted to bitterly think as he fiddled with the hairs of a makeup brush he had balanced between his fingers. However, he thought about how mighty he really could’ve been if he couldn’t even hold their promise together - keep himself afloat with them.

Sungchan hated seeing Y/N like this, downcast, the stars in his eyes clouded over with a sadness that made Shotaro and Sungchan’s hearts ache every time it made Y/N’s voice crumble. He needed to find a way to take it away, to clear Y/N’s skies.

“Like what? I literally can’t see you.” Sungchan tried to lighten the air stirring around them, tugging at the side of Y/N’s mask. His chuckle fell flat, though, as Y/N didn’t give the response he always did - a bright giggle that would always meet Sungchan’s jokes halfway, no matter how shitty they were. Their eyes just met in a quiet that rolled in with this hesitance, as if it knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. Y/N’s gaze was dejected, worn, defeated.

“That’s the point…” Y/N reluctantly fixed the side of his mask that Sungchan teasingly plucked off. Whenever Shotaro or Sungchan would ruffle his hair or mess up his clothes, he would always keep it that way for as long as he could until he was chastised by someone for it.

Readjusting his mask felt like an insult to all the times Shotaro would bring Y/N into his lap and untangle the moonlight from his hair as he’d stroke it back until Y/N fell asleep in his arms. And it was like he was mocking the early mornings where Sungchan would always step up to Y/N and undo his rolled sleeves or take out the sweatbands Y/N used to push back his hair, only to draw Y/N in by his hands and push up his sleeves and pin his hair back the ‘proper’ way.

“I feel like… Disgraced…? I love makeup, I really love doing makeup.” Y/N tried to make sense of his thoughts and feelings, and Sungchan nodding along slowly only made the sigh that slithered off his tongue that much thicker.

Y/N fondly recalled stealing a small palette from the bin of stage makeup that went unclaimed, just to practice colour combinations on Shotaro, Sungchan, and anyone who dared to enter the room and happen upon the abstract, borderline-cubist ‘masterpieces’ Y/N left on their faces. Since then, Shotaro and Sungchan would always link their arms with Y/N’s and bring him to the nearest department store, spending hours combing through aisles of drugstore makeup just to pick out the things Y/N liked or wanted to put on their faces.

“But I never thought it would be for the company I signed with to be an idol… It’s kinda weird, and it feels so sad…” Y/N looked into Sungchan’s eyes and saw the thought behind them.

Sungchan tried to find light in the fact that it was still here, even if it was difficult with where the company put Y/N. Now, Y/N was thrust into a state of constant, vicarious living. He stood there to do his best to steady NCT’s liner and buff out their blush just to watch them walk out onto a stage he was once told he was born for. Sometimes, when Y/N’s nights alone grew cynical, he’d often think that this was a fate worse than just being cut off and let go. But then again, nothing was worse than losing Shotaro and Sungchan.

“Don’t be sad,” Sungchan winced, they both knew it was always easier said than done. “Now you get to hold my face and not get any jealous stares…” Sungchan shone a mischievous smirk, leaning into Y/N’s touch as Y/N pinched at the cheek he hasn’t lined concealer on yet. When everyone would find out about Y/N, sooner or later, Sungchan hoped that they could interact like they normally would, not bound by the fresh ink that dripped from Y/N’s contracts.

Y/N points discreetly past Sungchan’s shoulders, and Sungchan’s head turned, following Y/N’s hand.

“Nope, we’re still not safe from those.”

Where Y/N gestured to was a line of makeup artists looking longingly at how close Sungchan was to Y/N. They were keeping their distance from the members they were working on, laughing at the members’ jokes only when the managers weren’t down their necks. How Sungchan held Y/N eagerly by the hips as he sat back down in his chair and brought Y/N in to press his cheek up to his stomach; they couldn’t handle it.

The other makeup artists had to channel all the restraint they could to not let their admiration spill out. They had a line painted all around them that they couldn’t dare to cross. But here Sungchan was, scratching it out and pulling Y/N across its remains.

Y/N then pointed again with an awe-struck smile to a sulking Shotaro, who popped out from behind Sungchan’s shoulder. His head was initially turned from the other side of the room by Sungchan whining Y/N’s name breathlessly. Initially, he thought he was hearing things, and that all of his and Sungchan’s silent prayers to practice room ceilings and the empty spaces in their beds they would always let Y/N slip into were coming back to haunt them.

“Yeah, you’ll never be safe again…” Shotaro grumbled at Sungchan with a fake pout before rushing toward Y/N taking him in by handfuls of the hoodie that they’ve all shared. “Y/N… You’re here, you’re still here! We didn’t hear anything for ages, I was worried as hell!”

“We were worried as hell.”

“Yeah yeah…” Shotaro shooed Sungchan’s retort away with a teasing smile, flinching back when Sungchan nudged him in the side. He pulled Y/N in closer to wrap him up in an embrace, and the commotion they caused in the back corner they were nestled in brought a few more gazes their way. “Everyone was telling us you’d come to join us on stage, what happened…?”

Shotaro had so many questions, so many things to say, and stories to tell of the lifetimes it felt like he and Sungchan spent without Y/N by their side.

The fake promises, the optimistic voices of their leader and managers whenever they begged long enough for an answer; all of it left the two of them waiting around every corner and through every doorway that Y/N would usually slip through and announce his presence with the beautiful melody of his voice.

Y/N drew in a shaky breath, preparing himself to answer all the questions they’ve probably had brewing in their heads forever now. He could feel Sungchan’s fingertips begin to lace with his, gently and tentatively, before he spoke. It made his words stumble out just a little bit easier.

“Well, they thought I wasn’t committed enough. I mistakenly voiced my aspirations to get a diploma, and with how exhausting my fine arts program was before I even debuted, they didn’t want to give me the time or opportunity to try and balance it and didn’t want me to implode on them in the long-term. They ‘wanted me to focus on my health and education’...” Y/N tried to spit out his mocking words spitefully, but they were more of a meek whimper that brought Shotaro to hold his other hand, squeezing it comfortingly. “It just feels like that whole week-long ordeal of conferences with Taeyong were just a formality. They basically already made their decision the first time; I was behind already in terms of my skills, apparently, and they just used me being in school as an excuse to hold me back.” Y/N’s voice was quiet now, and all he can recall is one of his managers candidly telling him that they didn’t want ‘collateral’ for the group. Whatever that meant...

“Y/N, don’t ever say that.” Shotaro’s voice was light but firm. It was always like this whenever he started one of his pep talks that wandered off deep into the night. “Their words don’t mean anything. You mean so much to us and your talents do too…”

Y/N let out something vaguely resembling a groan, but he buried his face in Sungchan’s hair before his rough sigh could reach air. “I wish you were there to testify before they made me sign the contract for this job…”

All Shotaro and Sungchan could think about was how they should’ve known, how they should've never let Y/N go in alone, and how they should’ve threatened that the company would’ve needed to drag Y/N from NCT’s roster from their pair of cold and dead hands.

“Since you’re not going to be ‘with’ us…” Sungchan felt something catch in his throat as he realized his words. He still couldn’t fathom the fact that all the restless nights and ceaseless days Y/N spent practicing for their debut were for naught. The cries of sheer exhaustion that Y/N let spill out of his mouth when he thought nobody was listening, were apparently worthless to the people who decided he ‘wasn’t good enough’ for NCT. “What’re you gonna do then…? Just our makeup and stuff?” He looked up at Y/N with shimmering, yet sad eyes, then held out his chin for Y/N to take between his fingers. Faint smiles emerged on all three of them when Y/N flicked blush across Sungchan’s cheek.

“I’m here to fill in the blanks, I guess.” Y/N shrugged, “since I can’t work with you, I guess I’m working for you…”

Those words, how bitterly Y/N said them as he looked down with the light of defeat shining so furiously in his eyes it made Shotaro and Sungchan angry. What they both would do to make it go away...

“NEVER!” Shotaro was the first to do soemthing, turning Y/N to him with a gentle nudge to his chin. ”You’re always gonna be one of us, that’s never gonna change.”

“Never…” Sungchan added with a soft smile. His eyes were hard and serious in an effort to make the sadness that stirred in Y/N’s chest flee in terror.

“Now move, Sungchan!” Shotaro unwound the weight and tension that their words carried with a squeak-like shriek as he shoved and nudged Sungchan, trying to push him off the chair so he could have his face in Y/N’s hands too. “I want Y/N to beat my face!”

“You better back up before I beat your face!” Sungchan threatened with a wide grin, only making it worse for himself as Shotaro’s pushing and prodding left him nearly hanging on the edge of the seat. Y/N just stared at his two favourite boys with an endeared smile, all the memories of their practice sessions in pale-lit rooms going up in sunset-coloured flames rushing back to him. As if it was just the night before when Sungchan tucked Y/N and Shotaro into a corner of the practice room, covering them with his jacket as they let the lilacs of the night sweep them away almost instantly. Sungchan was never too long after, curling around the both of them with his head on Y/N’s shoulder.

It wasn’t yesterday, it wasn’t even a few nights ago. It was many months of Y/N longing for nights like those again. Maybe, now that they’re within his reach again they could finally set up camp in as many practice rooms as they found themselves trapped in for the day. All three of them hunched over the ivory campfire of Shotaro’s phone screen, splitting up rations of Sungchan’s leftover fried chicken, and pitching tents made of gym bags and hoodies and jackets and tripods they scavenged from recording booths. Those nights tied up in each other’s arms were some of the only times when the looming expectations of their debuts faded from their minds.

“You snooze, you lose~” Sungchan stuck his tongue out, shoving back at Shotaro and clinging to Y/N for support, scoffing in mock offense when he received nothing but a condescending pat to the head.

“I DON’T SNOOZE OR LOSE! HOW DARE YOU-”

“Y/N…?”

They all snapped their heads over to where the breathless voice came from. It was Jisung, standing awkwardly behind them, mouth agape, eyes wide with glimmers of relief dancing wildly in them. After Jisung’s makeup artist finished and left him be, he felt himself being pulled in by the second mention of Y/N’s name. He wasn’t just hearing things like how he dismissed it the first time, his wishful thoughts of seeing Y/N again weren’t just shifts in the trees outside their building or chatter among staff. It was Y/N, it was really Y/N. He wasn’t just existing in the side conversations he and other members would have about how much they missed him. He was here.

“You’re here…” A gleeful chuckle almost slipped out from under Jisung’s tongue as he just gawked at Y/N with a smile cracked wide open.

“Uh- yeah… I am…” Y/N scratched at his head with a nervous smile. The guilt for the trail of silence he left behind after he was let go was settling just a little bit more. “Sorry, you couldn’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I’d be disappointed if it was that easy…” Jisung joked back, his eyes immediately fixing on the brush Y/N held in his hands. He shot up straight, excitement blazing wildly in his eyes. “You’re doing Sungchan’s makeup!? Please do mine next!”

“But you just finished-”

“I don’t care, I missed you… And I just want a little more glitter, that’s it.” Jisung pointed coyly at his cheeks as he whined; it was a perfect place for the star-shaped glitter Y/N had packed at the bottom of his bag. Shuffling up and behind Shotaro with wide, begging eyes, Jisung didn’t let up until he could see a light flicker in the gaze under Y/N’s ballcap. “Please~��

“Okay, fine-”

“Me too!”

The four of them looked over to Taeyong, who was standing closer to them than they thought. He was looking over all of them with a fond smile, his eyes on Y/N the entire time, soaking him in and the happiness in his eyes that Taeyong hasn’t had the luxury of seeing in so long. Even if Y/N wasn’t on stage with them, singing and rapping all the lyrics he’s ghost-written for every single one of them, or humming the melodies of the songs they sang each other to sleep with in their darkest times; then at least Y/N was still here in their orbit. All of NCT is making sure to never let Y/N go adrift again.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Y/N.”

By the time Y/N looked up from Sungchan’s eager, patient smile to see Taeyong’s very own grin, every single member of NCT was lined up behind them. Sungchan, Shotaro, Jisung, and Taeyong; even members like Mark, Johnny, and Jungwoo, members Y/N knew with a knowing smile were just sitting in line to make an excuse to talk to Y/N, pretending they needed him to even out their eyeliner.

“Me too…” Y/N said, content draped between every one of his words like honey.

Y/N took a breath and handled every one of his members with care, feeling proud as he could still make them laugh through their concealer, and squishing each and every one of their blush-lined cheeks when he was done with them. Perhaps this wasn’t what he initially wanted, or dreamed of, or sacrificed years of his life in a prison of smudged mirrors and looped songs for, but with a little bit of time, Y/N supposed that this could be close enough. He’s still wanted and needed and loved and appreciated.

That was enough.

Sungchan leaned against the wall, makeup done and smiling fondly through tinted lips over to where Y/N was still standing. He was still messing and playing around with the last of the members in his line, applying fine layers of shadow with the grace that reminded Sungchan of every time he watched Y/N dance and make the melody his, wrap the song around all of those precise movements of his that made both Shotaro and Sungchan practically swoon for him every time. Sungchan’s bright smile at the sight of Y/N’s happiness was cut short, however, when someone turned him around by the shoulder.

It was their manager, a frown hanging for dear life on the edge of her lips.

“Sungchan,” she started with a lecturing tone, “he was only supposed to do your makeup and then be done. He wasn’t supposed to stay around with you guys for long.” The manager tried to chastise Sungchan, but it fell on deaf ears as he just looked over her blankly.

“Well,” Sungchan started, lifting an eyebrow. “You should’ve thought twice about taking him away from us because he’ll always be one of NCT. There’s nothing you or his contracts can ever do to change that.”

In an act of unusual defiance that left his chest light, Sungchan pushed past her to join the members that Y/N finished touching up at the stairs to the stage. Just before they were called up, however, Sungchan hung back, looking behind him to see Shotaro wrapping Y/N up in a hug, trying to take as much of him into the blue lights of the stage as possible. With a giggle, Sungchan joined them, humming into Y/N’s hair, wrapping his arms tighter around Y/N and Shotaro.

“I’m sorry I broke our promise…” Y/N’s voice was weak and frail, as if it were a breath he’s held onto for far too long. “I-”

He was stopped by Shotaro, who took Y/N’s face in his hands and pressed a kiss to his forehead. It was so gentle, sweet and warm like the summer days they dreamed of sharing on stage. Dancing together under flurries of neon lights, bathing in cheers and the blues of the skies that would shatter beneath them. Shotaro’s lips to Y/N’s skin were like a daydream, a flicker of sunlight that lingered with a shimmer as he pulled back to look him in his eyes.

“Don’t be dumb, Y/N, none of this is your fault… We’re just so glad you’re here with us still, even if it’s not in the way we dreamed of…” Shotaro took Y/N’s hand, caressing his knuckles.

Sungchan took Y/N’s other hand, bringing the palm to his lips, tracing its lines with kisses the colour of midnight - subtle, cool to the touch, but intoxicating like the moonlight they would all get high on together during their evening walks by the city’s nearest coastlines. Sungchan’s embrace reminded Y/N of the times the three of them left their shoes abandoned, threw caution to the salt-stained sea breeze, and danced in the waters until they were knee-deep and half-soaked in clementine tides, silhouetted by the sun that sank with them.

“We love you, and we’re not letting you go again.” Shotaro said, exchanging a nod and grin with Sungchan and taking his hand as well. They looked back at Y/N, the time stopping, the lights circling them in slow motion, the blue light of the stage pouring in through the stairway, it stung their skin in the best way.

“That’s a promise we’ll swear to keep.” Sungchan sighed, bringing Y/N and Shotaro in closer. They were given a second chance, a new glow is on their horizons now and they’re not going to let it fade this time.

“It’s a promise…”

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girlsculturetechnology · 3 months

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RUDA AND SUNHEE’S ROOM

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╰┈➤ ❝ SUNDA’S ROOM

Both Ruda and Sunhee live and share a room in NCT WISH’s dorm. They have the biggest room in the dorm.

Their room includes a bunk bed, a desk with a gaming setup and a small makeup area, and a built-in wardrobe. The design is bright and detailed and there's plenty of space there!

Ruda sleeps on the lower bed, Sunhee sleeps on the upper. Both don't like cleaning, so their room is always extremely messy. I’m talking empty cans and bottles on the desk, clothes all over the floor, unmade beds, unpacked bags and suitcases, random accessories and personal items in places they shouldn’t be… basically chaos. If they happen to be in a cleaning mood tho, they clean it together like… once a month, and it takes at least an hour. Yeah, they are NOT having anyone over.

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limi-pie · 4 months

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Longing or love pt. 2

A/N: Heyo my lovely peaches, am back from inactivity. And I have finally overcome my laziness and procrastinating ass and managed to deliver pt. 2 of my hot, spicy and sexy🔞 ff, hehe.🙊🤤

Anyways, less talking and let's get into it, YUH‼️ Lemme know if you find something I can improve or do better, any form of feedback and support is highly appreciated! For the steamy scenes I highly recommend listening to TXT's "Sugar Ride Rush". 🔥👀

Previous part – Next part >

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta, (Specific) Female! Reader, and Lee Taeyong

Contains: Babygirl asf‼️Y/N, Professor! Taeyong, Boss/CEO! Yuta, Comedy, Complicated relationships, Classroom sex, Dark themes, Dysfunctional relationships, Estranged relationship, Financial struggles, Mature themes, Melodrama, NSFW, Secretly dating/hooking up, SMUT, Student/Office worker! Y/N, Romance, Slight age gap (nothing too serious or illegal, lmao. In other words they're all adults.) Unprotected sex, (homegirl is careless and dirty like that lmao. Just like me fr)

Warnings: Aftercare, abandonment (idk, I’m just adding it to be safe tbh), alcohol, absent parents, blowjob(m), bullying, breast sucking, breast play, consensual sex, cockwarming, cuddles, cursing, cunnilingus, cum eating, cum play, daddy issues, divored parents, drinking, dirty talk, exhibitionism (slight), face fucking, family dysfunctions, fingering, foreplay, gambling, gaslighting, hair pulling, harassment, kissing, manipulation, making out, oral sex (f), PDA, pregnancy (also mentioned), praise kink, public sex (semi), tattoos, titty-fucking, two-timing, teasing, unprotected sex, verbal abuse (feel free to let me know if there are thing I should add/update!)

Wordcount: 21,2K, honestly RIP☠️ and AM SORRY🙊

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Disclaimer: (I wrote this fanfiction purely because of my wild imagination and finally let horniness loose‼️)

This piece of writing is fanmade and all just my imagination, I have no actual intentions of actually shipping NCT members like this nor do I mean they would behave/act like this in real life. Another thing, the main theme in this story has deep-rooted issues which involves an abusive, toxic and unhealthy relationship with a father, in other words ‘Daddy Issues’. If you have daddy issues (like myself) or is easily triggered by this kind of theme, then I suggest to read this with caution or not read it at all, up to you. It’s not severely bad but it’s a lot about losing trust, abandonment and mentally abuse, etc., see my warnings to get more clear discriptions to avoid feeling uncomfortable and such.

Finally, regardless if you have daddy issues or something else, please remember that you are deeply loved and that your past relationship with your parents don’t define you as a person.💚 Please, love yourself, cherish and take care of yourself, you’re an incredible person.

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“Did you fire your tutor?” Yuta asked, eating a cookie and leaning against the kitchen counter when Yuka sighed, “yeah I did.” She huffed and crossed her arms, “–now it’s just time to find a new one…” She chewed her cookie. “I’m proud of you,” he smiled and hugged her, “–and sorry,” he muttered, patting her hair, “It’s okay, Papa.” She nodded, drinking a bit from her glass of milk.

“I’m sorry for making you do this.” Yuta muttered, protectively hugging her as she mumbled, “I wish we didn’t have to hide like this, Papa,” she pouted, cuddling into his chest. “I know, but these crazy reporters and paparazzi won’t leave us alone if they find out I have a daughter and you would get a lot of unnecessary questions, attention, and hate.” He patted her head, “I just want you to live a normal life not feel the pressure of me being a public figure; a CEO,” he confessed, patting her shoulder as she nodded understandingly.

“Papa…?” Yuka mumbled, lying in her bed as he tugged her in, “mhm, what is it, Sweetie?” He looked at her deeply, “are you seeing someone right now?” Her eyes were directed at the hickey on his collarbones, “oh, well,” he mumbled, “–not really, Yuka-chan,” Yuta laughed nervously, rubbing the side of his neck, “liar. Papa’s definitely seeing some woman,” she scoffed sassily. “It might be just a fling, Yuka-chan, nothing serious,” he confessed, patting her hair.

“Just tell me once it’s a serious relationship… I want to meet her too, someday,” Yuka said, turning around as she closed her eyes. “When it happens I will, don’t worry,” Yuta promised, patting her shoulder as he left her room. For my 15-year-old teenage daughter, I really can’t fool her by lying, she picks up on things quickly.

Dating wasn��t a problem for me, but it was rather a bit of a taboo since I already had a child. And now that I’m a single father, I’m often met with prejudices and stigma. I’ve been to several dates but none of them ever caught my attention or interest. After all, I’m no longer as carefree and naive as when I was young… Besides, I would never introduce a new woman to Yuka if I wasn’t 100% sure that she was the one. I just can’t ever bring myself or her to get attached to someone who could abandon and hurt us again…

Yuta went to his office room, wearing his eyeglasses, and began doing some important paperwork. In the dim light of his desk lamp, his right hand began signing on the piece of paper. “Meeting with Dori-Ani tomorrow, afterwards late dinner with Yuka-chan…” He mumbled to himself while noting it down in his calendar. However, his head was filled with thoughts of you. That sweet smile of yours, the way your eyes drew attention to him. I should make it clear to Y/N before it gets too complicated… I can’t have a secret relationship with a coworker of mine and hide it from Yuka. It’ll hurt us all in the end.

You were lying in your bed, briefly reflecting on what had just occurred today. Giving your professor a blowjob during the day and then having sex with your Boss at night. You put your hands behind your head and let out a deep sigh. “Park Y/N, you’re really unbelievable sometimes,” you said to yourself and shook your head in slight disbelief, scoffing. You hummed and licked your lips.

“I’m really fucked up.” You confessed out loud before diving back into your deep thoughts.

Funny enough… Threesomes have always been on your bucket list, the intimacy of fucking two different guys at the same time was exhilarating to you. Not to mention the pure pleasure and excitement just by the thought of it. You smirked and nodded to yourself. Never done that before… but two-timing grown men. You poked the inside of your cheek before lying on your right side and resting your head on your forearm. Giving your professor Lee a blowjob wasn’t too bad, if you didn’t do it you would have to drop out! Besides, you lowkey enjoyed sucking on that tasty and big cock of his… You pouted, pursing your lips, and exhaled.

You were surprised though… Never in a million years would you have imagined or figured out that professor Lee Taeyong was secretly crushing on you. Especially with the way he demonstrated his disappointment in you and recalled the countless times of his unreasonable scolding. Then again hooking up with your Boss wasn’t part of your plan, it just happened and you didn’t hate it. You’ve also told yourself and were fully convinced that you were out of Yuta’s league and he probably wasn’t the slightest interested in you. This is probably true but you somehow had tiny hope, something about Nakamoto Yuta made you feel comfortable and safe.

“I wonder when… Mr. Taeyong fell in love with me, mmh~” you snuggled your pillow “–going to ask him tomorrow…” You mumbled, getting super drowsy as you closed your eyes. Your hand reached for your nightstand to turn off your lamp. “Enemies-to-lovers… huh?” You mumbled before succumbing to your sleep.

The next morning…

You woke up after sleeping so wonderfully, “mmh, last night was so incredible~” you stretched your arms and smiled, seeing the rays of sunlight through your blinds. You went over to the bathroom to pee and then wash your hands and face. You wore a white button t-shirt, a lavender-yellow pleated skirt, knock-off black Chanel straps, black stockings, and your black Dr. Martens boots. You wore your silver earrings and headed out to university.

On the bus, you plugged your headphones in and listened to the soft melody of your current favorite song.

🎶Bogo shipda malhago shipeo I miss you, ije neoneun eopjiman🎶 🎶niga eomneun haruga deo gireo deo gireo, haruga gilge neukkyeojyeo neo eopshi🎶

“I wish we were like yesterday, yesterday…” You were humming happily to Yesterday by CHOA as you made your way to your locker, “mmm, someone seems to be in a good mood today~” Yeonwoo giggled, opening her locker, “heh-heh, you could say I slept great yesterday.~” You snickered, winking at her as she gasped, “oh my god, did you hook up with someone again?” You giggled, grabbing your books and closing your locker.

“I’ll tell you all about it later, for now, let’s eat some breakfast and then head to class,” you smiled, all cheerful and excited. “Mmm~ you seem so interested in Mr. Lee’s classes now, did something happen?” Yeonwoo cooed, placing her notebook on the table. “Wh-what? No, I just realized that this year I won’t slack off anymore,” you pursed your lips, thinking about what happened yesterday between the two of you.

“–Wait, dance practice is canceled today?” You asked, eating some Shin Ramen cup noodles as Yeonwoo nodded, “yeah, Hyoyeon-Unnie is holding a meeting since more students wanted to join our dance team,” she added, eating her fruits. “Anyways, what’s up with your hook-up last night? Which university is it this time? Or is it another unemployed SoundCloud rapper?” She giggled, raising an eyebrow, “wh-what, he’s not a university student or a SoundCloud rapper. In fact, he’s a different league this time,” you prepped your hand to your cheek and blushed at the thought of him.

“Mhm, he’s a bit older and super handsome.~” You bit the tip of your nail and giggled, “yah, Park Y/N, have you lost your mind? Are you banging a rich Ahjussi?” Yeonwoo crossed her arms and stared at you in disbelief, “he’s not an Ahjussi! Jeez, do you really think I would stoop so low to go after someone twice my age?” You scoffed sassily before twirling your hair around your finger, slightly biting your bottom lip. “Then tell me who is it? Is it someone from your part-time job?” She asked, taking a sip of her strawberry milk.

“Maybe…? Ehehe, I hadn’t been fucked so good in a while~” You hummed, sipping your banana milk. “Aish, you’re so shameless,” Yeonwoo shook her head before finishing her meal. “One day you should go look for an actual nice boyfriend,” she said as you nodded. “Yeah, yeah, Mommy,” you waved your hand and got up.

“Could you book me an appointment with your hairstylist? I need to dye my hair,” you hummed, walking with Yeonwoo, arms locked as you made your way to class. “Mmm, you’re going to dye your hair?” She cooed as you nodded, “yeah~ I got paid extra from my part-time job, I’m thinking blonde highlights,” you smiled, walking up to your seats. “Mmh-mmh, I might also need a haircut.” She touched her split ends and laughed.

“But sure, I’ll book an appointment for us,” Yeonwoo said, “by the way, I've been thinking of getting a part-time job as a tutor,” she hummed, placing her books on the table, “oh really, how come? Isn’t working as a barista enough for you?” You asked, fixing your mascara with your small mirror. “Well, it’s just extra easy money on the side, my friend Taeha recommended a website I could use,” she smiled, drinking some water as professor Lee walked inside and greeted us all, “good morning everyone,” he looked around the classroom.

“I’ll tell you about it at lunch later,” Yeonwoo added, opening her notebook as professor Lee began to speak. “Right, so today, we will shortly be discussing the topics for this year’s exams.” You leaned forward and prepped your hand to your cheek eagerly, somewhat excited about today’s class. “It's really beautiful outside,” he leans on the desk, supporting himself. “–How about we work outside and enjoy the nice spring weather?” He suggested while smiling as everyone cheered.

It was strange, just one week ago Taeyong threatened you to drop out of Yonsei University, and just yesterday, you were eagerly sucking on his cock. But today he looked way hotter than usual.

“–Ms. Park, are you listening?” Professor asked as everyone looked at you, “huh? Sorry professor Lee, what were you talking about?” You bowed as Yeonwoo giggled, “Ms. Lee please tell her what she missed,” he sighed as she nodded, “we’re going to be doing some research and reading for this assignment next week, but he said since it’s such nice weather today, we can go and work outside.” She explained as you nodded, “oh that’s so great!” You smiled happily and exited the lecture hall, running to the grass immediately.

“Mmh-mmh!” You pulled the attached Chanel straps down, “this is so nice,” you hummed and took your shirt off, and placed your towel on the grass. Yeonwoo giggled and watched you wear your sunglasses as you lay down as she sat on the grass, “it is nice, however, you should focus on reading instead of sunbathing, silly,” Yeonwoo laughed, writing notes on her laptop.

“I’m kinda jealous of your gorgeous tanned skin, it glows in the sunlight, so sexy and smooth~” she hummed, rubbing your back as you read some articles, “mmh, you think so?” You looked back, feeling her stroke your lower back’s ‘Daddy’ tattoo as she giggled. “Still can’t believe you actually ended up doing it, hehe,” she traced her fingertips on it, spelling out the word.

“Well, I lost that dare after all,” you huffed, lowering your sunglasses sassily as Yeonwoo smiled proudly, “that’s true,” she patted your butt, “–and I’m a woman of my words,” you smirked and winked before popping a blueberry flavored lollipop into your mouth.

“That’s also true, oh Taeha has texted me,” Yeonwoo stroked your back as she texted back, “she wants to meet me in a few minutes since a mutual friend of ours wants to join the dance crew.” She read out loud while also scanning her sociology notes for any mistakes, “mmh, that’s great - the more, the merrier,” you smiled, fanning yourself with your hand. “I should use some sun lotion…” You huffed, kicking your feet.

“Ms. Lee, someone’s waiting for you, near the Yeonhi Hall,” Taeyong informed Yeonwoo as she nodded and ran away to greet Taeha, “what’s up, professor?” You hummed and looked at him while you were reading your book.

“Mhm, are you enjoying your studies or your sunbath, Ms. Park Y/N?” He crossed his arms, staring at you in utter disbelief. “Mmh, don’t worry - I’m multitasking, professor Lee,” you answered, playing with a pencil in your hand, he huffed as he suddenly took a quick glimpse at your smooth back.

“What a mischievous and naughty tattoo, you’ve on your lower back,” you looked at your ‘Daddy’ tattoo and chuckled, licking your lollipop, “and what about it?” You replied sassily and stared at him, “oh nothing, it’s just super sexy,” he laughed before clearing his throat. “Don’t forget sun lotion, the sun’s quite hot today. It's scorching,” Taeyong folded his arms as he turned around about to walk away, “–mmh, oh really? Mind helping me put some on, professor Lee?~” You cooed and snickered, waving the bottle of sun lotion.

He stared at you in disbelief and huffed, “mhm, wouldn’t you think that would be crossing the line, Ms. Park?” Taeyong scoffed and looked around before sitting down on the grass, “mmh, dunno, nobody’s around right now,” you cooed and continued reading your book. “Your friend Yeonwoo could be here any minute–”

“–I sent her over to get me a bottle of cold water,” you smiled and winked, showing your text message, “you’re really a sneaky one, aren’t you?” Taeyong scoffed and crouched down, pouring some sun lotion into his hands before rubbing it on your shoulders. “Wait, let me just,” you reached for your bra’s lock and unclasped it, “there, professor,” you placed your forearm on top of the other one whilst comfortably lying down, “that should be easier,” you hummed, resting your face on your arms as you relaxed.

This woman’s going to kill me… She’s clearly tormenting me.

“Don’t get used to this kind of treatment, Ms. Park,” he rubbed his hands on your back, his fingertips tracing your spine he rubbed your back, you hummed and placed your sunglasses on top of your head, “mmh, feels so good, professor,” you moaned and closed your eyes, feeling completely comfortable in your position. “You have such smooth skin,” he smiled, admiring your figure and the tattoos on your back and shoulders. He took a deep exhale, glancing at your ass as he tried hard to not get any wrong or dirty thoughts about you.

“Here too, professor,” you half-turned and patted on the back of your thighs before snickering, “my, you’re very demanding,” Taeyong exasperated, “you know… you’re sorta making it hard for me right now,” he sighed, rubbing your thighs as his fingertips a few inches away from sliding under your skirt. “How so?~” You asked dumbfoundedly, teasing him as you glanced at him while sucking on your lollipop as you bit your lips.

He scoffed, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “my hands are a few inches from grabbing your ass,” he bit his lips as you snickered and wiggled your ass. “Baby, quit testing and tempting me,” Taeyong patted and squeezed it as you whined a little, he pulled back and averted his eyes. He finally finished, rubbing the sun lotion on your thighs.

“Professor Taeyong?” You called as he turned, feeling you kiss him on the lips, “thank you,” you smiled as his eyes immediately dropped to your bare breasts, “you forgot to rub them with sun lotion, Taeyong,” you caressed his cheek, waving your lollipop and fluttering your eyes as he sucked his teeth, “don’t tempt me like this…” You kissed him, “pretty please, professor~” you asked kindly as he looked around, “this better be the last thing,” he hissed, rubbing his hands in sun lotion.

You nodded eagerly, supporting yourself with your arms behind you as Taeyong rubbed and fondled your breasts in lotion, “mmh, mmh…” You closed your eyes, enjoying the way his hands held and touched your breasts. He looked at you and then your chest, biting his bottom lip as he could clearly feel himself get a boner. You held him by the wrist, making his fingers rub and touch your areola as you blushed, “professor… aah…” you held onto his shoulders as his fingers were playing with your nipples.

“T-there,” Taeyong said, pulling away as you giggled, “thank you professor Taeyong,” you cooed and then kissed him before popping your lollipop back into your mouth. “Y-yeah, no problem, quick put this on, silly idiot,” he huffed, putting your bra on as you giggled and put your arms up and then locking them around his neck, “sorry~ ehehe~” he closed it as you looked at him and leaned closer as he got a bit shy, “–anyways, class’s over,” he placed your arms down, blushing red as you hugged his arm in return.

You pursed your lips and pulled out your lollipop to look at him, “what?” Taeyong mumbled, “kiss me, Taeyong,” you closed your eyes as he looked around, “you’re such a troublemaker,” he hissed, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a quick kiss as you deepened it. “Mhm… You taste like blueberries.” He hummed, tasting the sweet flavor of your lips. You started to kiss him more and as much as he wanted to push you away, he simply couldn’t.

“Mmh, mmh, professor,” Taeyong embraced you and continued kissing you, “Y/N,” he whispered, pulling you on his lap as you held onto his shoulder, “professor,” you called out when the two of you began making out intensely, you closed your eyes and smiled. “You’re a great kisser professor,” you whispered, placing kisses along his jawline as he panted a bit. “Love your kisses, Baby,” he huffed and kept making out with you roughly, he placed small kisses on the side of your neck as you whined.

He snatched the lollipop from your hand and he put it inside his mouth, he smirked before making out with you roughly. Your tongues rolled and swirled around the round piece of candy. You moaned, swallowing the mixed saliva as it dripped from your chin. He left the lollipop in your mouth and smirked before kissing your neck. “Ooh professor…” You muttered completely dazed by the way he was making you feel.

You felt something throb against you and looked down, you could clearly tell Taeyong was rock hard. You licked your lips and dropped the lollipop, you began stroking the outline of his zipper as he grunted, you looked into his eyes and smirked devilishly. He groaned as you silenced him by making out heavily.

The making-out session continued for several minutes as Taeyong slipped his hand under your skirt as you looked down and pulled him closer. “You like it?” Taeyong whispered, rubbing your thigh as you simply nodded, his hand started to rub on your panties, “aah…” You whimpered, feeling his palm press on your clothed pussy as he licked his lip.

He decided to kiss you and slide his hand into your panties, you looked at him and blushed red before making out with him, “mhm, mhm, Beautiful,” he slowly made out with you, “aah…” Taeyong stuck his hand inside your panties and gently cupped your pussy. He pulled back and looked at the beautiful expressions you were making, his fingers traced up and down on your outer labia, “aah… ahh…” You moaned and panted lowly, he inserted two fingers inside your pussy as you threw your head back.

“You like it…?” Taeyong whispered into your ear, touching and rubbing your pussy, “–you like it when I touch you like this?” He cooed, fingering you deeply as you nodded, “love it so much, professor,” you nodded eagerly and smiled, blushing red. He pulled your panties to the side as you smirked and started to make out with him, “love it when you touch me, Taeyong,” you moaned, feeling him rub and finger you hastily as you arched your back. He smiled and kissed your lips, “love hearing you moan like that, Baby,” he whispered, rubbing your clit.

“Aah, ahh…” You moaned as Taeyong pressed his forehead against yours, “you sound so sexy like that,” he grazed your clit as you were starting to get super wet, “you’re so fucking wet,” he chuckled as you gasped, “not my fault your fingering is incredible,” you moaned as he pulled your panties’ waistband down, you helped him slid them to your knees as you kept making out with him.

You felt his fingers curling inside your wet pussy as you kept moaning in between your hot kisses. “You’re so damn wet, Baby,” Taeyong hissed, pulling his fingers out to taste your juices as he kissed you, he swirled his tongue around yours as saliva dripped from your lips. You blushed red and spread your legs as he rubbed you roughly, you ground against him and tried to keep your moans as low as possible.

“Ooh professor, Taeyong…” You gasped, feeling him finger you deeply, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed yourself against his hand, you moaned into his ear as he smirked and chuckled. “Ahh, aah,” you stammered as he made out with you, swallowing your moans and whimpers. “Beautiful, mmh, mmh,” he hummed and squeezed your ass while kissing you like crazy as you gripped onto his shirt.

“–Y/N-ah!” You heard Yeonwoo’s voice call from a distance as he immediately pulled away from you. “Mmh, Taeyong…” You murmured, pressing your lips together as he looked down and put your panties back on you, “I know Babygirl,” Taeyong whispered as you kissed him one last time.

“Later,” Taeyong mumbled and got up quickly, fixing his tie as he walked off. On the pathway, Yeonwoo bowed to him as she ran over to you. “How’s reading going?” She smiled and sat next to you. You were still dazed from making out with him, you wore your sunglasses and tried to hide your smeared lipstick by covering your face in the book “–It’s going alright, just super boring…” You mumbled, nervously tagging some hair behind your ear when she suddenly snatched your book, “–hey! W–What are you doing?”

“Are you sure that you were reading this whole time?” Yeonwoo raised an eyebrow, staring at your lips as you pressed them together. Crap… she’s gonna know, I’m good as dead! You thought and sighed deeply, “you probably fell asleep and drooled all over this book while I was away,” she huffed, returning your book as you peeked at her innocently. “Ahaha, yeah you know me,” you laughed awkwardly. No way…! She’s actually buying this? You thought as she reached for something in her tote bag.

“Here, you must be thirsty sleeping in this heat,” Yeonwoo said, handing you a bottle of cold water, “ah thank you,” you smiled, taking a sip as you felt super refreshed afterward. “I had to go all the way around to the next vending machine since the closest one wasn’t working,” she frowned, checking her notebook while reading it.

I guess she did, thank God. It would’ve been so embarrassing if she caught me and professor making out here on the grass…

“Anyways, how’s your mother in the US?” Yeonwoo asked as you hummed, “I haven’t called her yet, should Facetime her later, I hadn’t really had time to catch up with her,” you replied, writing some keywords on your laptop. Taeyong observed you from afar behind a tree before sighing in relief.

Fuck, that was fucking close… He wiped the sweat off his forehead and chuckled. Y/N’s is a dangerous one, I’ve to be careful around such a woman.

You headed to the cafeteria to eat lunch with Youngji and Yeonwoo, along with a random girl you hadn’t met before. “Get a lot of food to eat, Unnie, you seem so skinny these days,” Youngji said, placing some Kimchi on your tray as you giggled, walking to an empty table as you sat down, “so Y/N-ah, and Youngji, this is Nancy she’s a new member to the dance team,” Yeonwoo said, patting her back as she bowed as you did the same while smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Sunbae and Ms. Youngji,” Nancy greeted as Youngji smiled, bowing too, “no need to be so formal with us,” she added, eating her rice, “anyways, Yeonwoo, you said your friend Taeha used to work as a part-time tutor right?” You hummed, eating your pickled radish as she nodded, “yeah, this is the website,” she said, typing the link into your laptop. “–Though she was recently fired, it had nothing to do with her, it was just something personal with the student.” She explained, “Ms. Akiyoshi, huh? She looks like a good kid,” you hummed, checking her profile picture.

“Taeha said that Ms. Akiyoshi usually fires tutors after a third time’s visit, she doesn't know why,” Yeonwoo hummed, eating her veggies, “oh, that sounds super unreasonable. I mean if you’re doing a great job at teaching or helping her with homework - why would you fire her then?” Nancy asked, looking at us while eating her egg.

“Maybe the kid got issues or something, it’s weird though, how much did she pay Taeha?” Youngji asked, drinking her banana milk, “Taeha said it was definitely worth the money, I mean even on her last day. She received an extra envelope with 15.000₩ from Ms. Akiyoshi,” Yeonwoo nodded, drinking her strawberry milk, the large amount of cash mentioned caught your attention as you signed up on the website.

“–Oh maybe I should try tutoring too, I didn’t know you’d get so much from tutoring chaebol kids~” You snickered, cupping your cheek and thinking about the potential money you could earn by teaching a brat. “It’s not that easy, Y/N-ah, imagine you also have to do unusual chores probably even babysitting them, I mean snobby chaebol families aren’t kind-hearted people,” Yeonwoo warned as you were too busy fixing your profile on the tutor website, “she looks cute and kind,” you hummed, checking Ms. Akiyoshi’s profile. Youngji moved closer, “ah, she looks a bit fierce and stubborn, kinda like you Unnie,” she chuckled.

“I hope she’ll accept my request,” you sent your application and hoped for the best. “So Nancy, what’s your major?” You asked, looking at her with a soft smile, “ah, I major in English Language and Literature. You and Yeonwoo-Unnie are sociology majors right?” She replied as you both nodded. “What about you, Youngji?” She asked, looking at her. When a man walked up to your table and knocked on it.

“–Excuse me for suddenly interrupting young ladies, Ms. Park, could you kindly help me with organizing in the library after school?” Mr. Jeong asked as you smiled, “sure I’ll be there around 4:00 PM, professor Jeong” he nodded and bowed, “sweet, I’ll see you there then, enjoy your lunch, ladies.” He smiled before walking away as Youngji smirked.

“Who’s that hottie, have never seen that professor before,” she admired him as he walked away, “oh that’s foreign exchange English professor Jeong Jaehyun, he’s originally from the US. One of the new English professors here at Yonsei University,” Nancy explained, eating her fruits. “By the way, my major’s Music Composition,” Youngji smiled as we all giggled.

“Come see me later in my meeting room, okay?” - Professor Lee T.

You read the note that was placed inside your locker as you looked around to check your surroundings, ensuring no one saw Taeyong’s note. You didn’t expect a random meeting with him once again after school.

You knocked on the door, “hey, professor Lee. It’s Park Y/N, are you in there–?” Taeyong pulled you inside and immediately locked the door, kissing you passionately as you embraced him, “–mhm-mhm, Y/N, you kept me waiting~” he hummed in between your kisses as he carried you to the table.

“–Mmh… Professor Lee… Ooh…” You mumbled and gripped tightly onto his shirt, feeling slightly flustered when Taeyong made out with you roughly. “Mhm, you don’t know how desperate I was to see you after flashing your boobs to me earlier, Y/N~” he cooed, kissing your neck as you whined a little.

“You know, you could’ve just fucked me there, professor Taeyong.” You scoffed, feeling him caress your cheek as you furrowed your eyebrows, “my, you seriously have no shame, do you?” He huffed, hearing your answer, “says the one who removed my panties and was fucking fingering me in public,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Taeyong laughed before giving you another kiss, “mhm, glad you enjoyed it as much as I did, Beautiful,” he added before holding you close, placing kisses all over your neck and collarbones. “We could’ve gone for a quickie,” you insisted, kissing him while winking. “I’m sure you would’ve liked it, you dirty pervert,” you teased as he kissed you roughly.

“Mhm, you wanted me to fuck you in the public space of Yonsei?” Taeyong scoffed, “–and for your dear Yeonwoo to see?” He added and smirked, tempting you with his words as you sighed, leaning against the edge of his table. “Uh-huh, mmh, I bet you’d enjoyed it~” you smirked, rubbing your knee against his boner as he groaned, “fuck, Baby.” He hissed, glancing at you almost admiring you. You locked your wrists around his neck as you made out with him, “mmh, professor,” you sighed as he kissed you roughly, he was so greedy of your lips, softly nibbling on them as he groaned.

Little Ms. Yonsei’s Goddess is such a tease… Holding back is becoming incredibly difficult for me. I might actually fuck her today…

“Y/N…” Taeyong pulled back, his eyes fixated on you and his forehead pressed against yours. “Mmh, professor,” You hummed, hugging him as he licked your neck. “Aah… Taeyong…” You muttered, feeling him suck on your collarbones. “–I’m getting hard, Babygirl.” Taeyong confessed as you looked at him. Surprisingly, you weren’t expecting him to straight up admit it.

“–So, are you going to fuck a student of yours?” You hummed, pushing him away as you tilted your head sassily, crossing your legs.

You were truly nothing but a menacing brat disguised as a young lady as if you weren’t super horny earlier for him and his attention.

You slid the Chanel straps off your shoulders as he poked the inside of his cheek. “Chanel huh?” Taeyong cooed, pulling it as you hummed, “it’s a knock-off, my ass is too broke to afford real designer things,” you admitted as you cupped his face before making out with him. “It almost could pass off as the real thing, want me to buy it for you?” He cooed as you fluttered your eyes.

“Would you do that for me, professor?” You tilted your head and held onto his shoulders before kissing him, “mhm, of course, I would.” No matter how many times you’d kiss him he could never have enough of you or your lips.

“Let’s continue from where we left off, professor,” you whispered, staring into his eyes that were full of lust as he nodded, deeply making out with you. His hands ran up and down on your back as you whined, feeling him swirl his tongue around yours. You were both panting slightly as he looked at you slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

“Can we really do this?” Taeyong looked at your bra and exhaled deeply, “hmm… You want to fuck your own student?” You taunted him, dangling your feet as he huffed before hesitating a bit. But in the end, he nodded slightly.

It’s funny how the tables had turned, yesterday he was demanding and so dominant. But it seems today you had him wrapped around your finger. You were clearly taking advantage of this situation.

“Mhm, I thought that you would never ask, professor,” you smirked, playing with his tie as you pulled him close, “fuck me good, Taeyong,” you said before making out with him again, “mhm~ good answer, Beautiful,” Taeyong chuckled in between your deep and passionate kisses, he unbuttoned his button-up shirt.

You didn’t mind getting fucked by your professor, especially not when he’s so fucking handsome, hot and super intelligent.

“Don’t be so rough, be good to me, okay?” You demanded as he nodded before embracing and kissing you. “You have no idea how long I’ve liked you and how much I wanted you, Park Y/N.” Taeyong conveyed, looking at you deeply as you fluttered your eyes.

“Mmh, are you head over heels for me, Mr. Taeyong–?” You mumbled, looking at him. “–And you’re as clueless as usual.” Taeyong scoffed, grabbing you by the chin and gently rubbing your bottom lip before kissing you hard. You giggled and closed your eyes before deepening the kiss.

Professor Lee Taeyong, the man who never seemed to understand why everyone at the university admired or loved you finally understood now. You were outgoing, passionate, and incredibly beautiful; a killer personality. No one could resist your charms or your sweet smile.

“You like what you see, professor?” You took your shirt off and revealed yourself to him, he smirked and nodded in amusement, “oh Y/N, I definitely love what I’m seeing, Babygirl,” Taeyong poked the inside of his cheek and traced the material of your bra. He stepped back to take his shirt off, tossing it on the chair behind him as he flexed his abs to you. You whistled. “Damn, you’re fucking hot, professor,” you licked your lips, grabbing the edge of the table.

“Mhm, you think so?” You traced your fingertips on his abs as he smirked, “super hot,” you cooed, rubbing his torso as he slid your bra straps down. “Taeyong… Aah…” You whined, feeling him place kisses on your neck as he proceeded to take your bra off. You blushed red, seeing the way he looked and admired you. “Come here Baby,” he cooed, cupping your face and kissing you. Your chest pressed against his. You pulled him by the tie to make out with him. His hands ran up and down on your back as you two were making out like crazy.

The physical contact of your nipple rubbing against his turned you on, “aah… ahh…” You looked at him as he smirked and continued deepening his kisses with you.

And before you knew it, you couldn’t stop wanting more of him, his touch and his lips… His love for you…

“I like you so much, Baby,” Taeyong conveyed, kissing you deeply as you wrapped your arms around him. “Ooh… Taeyong, prove it to me then…” You hummed, feeling him place kisses and hickies on your neck and collarbones. “Mmh… My Taeyong…” You whined, feeling him press soft kisses on your breasts as you bit your lips. You could feel him grope and fondle your soft right breast in his warm hand. “Aah… Ahh…” You moaned, feeling him play and cup it so roughly that it was driving you crazy. “You have big and beautiful breasts,” he whispered, running his thumb over your nipple. You moaned, closing your eyes.

“Do you like it when I touch your boobs?” Taeyong scoffed, kissing your neck as you nodded desperately, “mmh, I love the feel of your veiny hands touching all over my tits, professor~” You licked your lips as he smirked, “just call me Taeyong, Beautiful.” He commanded and kissed your breasts. “Aah, ahh Taeyong…” You moaned, watching him motorboat them. “Mhm, Baby~” he cooed and kissed your nipples as he pulled back. You met each other with a sweet gaze then embraced each other.

“Professor…” You mumbled, letting him play and shake your soft breasts as he hummed. You could barely keep it together with the way you were being touched. “Mhm, Beautiful?” Taeyong cooed, kissing you deeply and passionately, you ran your hand up and down his abs. “I want you to fuck me now.” You demanded, admiring and stroking his ‘Astro Boy’ tattoo as he chuckled, unbuckling his pants as he looked at his watch before holding you close. “Alright, don’t worry professor’s going to fuck you good, Beautiful.” He muttered, patting your hair.

“–Mhm, but we don’t have a lot of time Babygirl, I’ve a meeting after this,” Taeyong whispered as he stripped you off your panties, leaving you in your skirt. You greeted him with a deep warm kiss before pulling his pants down. “I know professor Taeyong,” you hummed, pulling his black Celine boxers down as his cock sprung out. You blushed at the sight of it. You rubbed him, several groans leaving his lips.

“Mhm, too bad we’ve time for only one round, I would’ve fucked you till the sun went down.” Taeyong replied as you hummed, he poked the inside of his cheek, stroking and pinching your right nipple, listening closely to your loud whines and moans of his name. “Aah… Ahh… Taeyong!” You mewled, watching him suck on it greedily. “Aah… You’re like a baby, Taeyong…” He held both of your breasts as he shook them a little, you leaned back, closed your eyes, and moaned loudly.

“Aah… Ahh… Taeyong… You’re such a pervert!” You blushed red, feeling yourself get wet once he rubbed your nipples against each other, “sorry, seeing you moan and whine like that is such a turn-on, Beautiful,” he hissed. “Not to mention how perfect they are,” he scoffed, staring and fondling your breasts before licking and sucking your left nipple, you caressed and pulled his hair, letting out some low moans as you hugged his head.

A few minutes had passed as your breasts were covered in his kisses and your nipples covered in his saliva, “ooh Taeyong…” He smirked, seeing you marked in his love bites, “such a pretty girl,” Taeyong smirked as you blushed red, leaning back when he groped and fondled both of them, you moaned. “You have such pretty boobs, you know that?” He whispered into your ear as you gripped onto his left shoulder, as he pulled his pants down. You noticed his big bulge in those Celine boxer briefs and were super excited. “Professor Taeyong…” You hummed and touched his cock, “you like my cock, hmm?” He huffed, feeling you stroke and rub him gently as he grunted. “Mmh, I can’t wait…” You nodded excitedly while jerking him off.

Taeyong chuckled before smirking. “Taeyong… I’m a bit nervous…” You mumbled as he took your skirt off. “Mhm, don’t worry I’ll take care of you, we can stop at any moment if you feel uncomfortable.” He reassured you, holding your hand as you nodded and spread your legs apart.

“Now let’s warm you up a little, Baby,” Taeyong cooed, placing kisses on your abdomen and torso before pulling your Calvin Klein thong down as you blushed, “mmh, Taeyong…” You felt his warm lips place kisses on your pussy as you looked down. “A-aah… A-Ahh…” You whined, feeling him kiss and lick your outer labia, “mhm, so tasty,” he hummed, licking his lips as he started to suck on your lip, you gripped his hair and stroked his head. “Aah… Ooh, professor…” You moaned lewdly, feeling him suck on your clit as you thrust a little against his mouth.

“M-more Taeyong, please,” you muttered, blushing red as you pressed your pussy against his chin, “ask and you should get, Beautiful,” Taeyong smirked before slipping his tongue inside your folds, licking and slurping all your juices. You pulled his hair and moaned loudly, arching your back and rocking your hips. “Ahh, ahh, Taeyong!” You held his head as he was sucking on your pussy, you got wetter with each second that passed. Then he licked all the juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. He detached himself from your pussy as he stood up, facing you and licking his lips.

Without a warning Taeyong looked at you deeply and shoved his big cock inside your pussy, you hugged him close, “aah!! Ahh! Taeyong…!” You cried at the stretch as he made out with you, “does it hurt?” He whispered under his rough panting. You squeezed his hand, shaking your head, “I’m not…” He fucked you at a fast pace, “–I’m not used to having such a big cock like yours enter me like that…!” You panted helplessly and heavily, trying to adjust to him as he watched you closely, admiring your loud and beautiful expressions.

“You look so adorable whining. But I know you can take it,” He chuckled, kissing you passionately as you ran your hands up and down his back. You inhaled and exhaled, his cock was so overwhelming and intense as a result; you cried a little, “nngh… Taeyong…” You whimpered, hugging him as you spread your shaking legs.

“Sorry, I’ll go slower, I was so excited that I got too impatient, forgive me, Y/N,” Taeyong whispered, cupping your cheek as he wiped the small tear away as you nodded before giving him a soft kiss. “It’s alright,” you replied through your shaken breath as he held you close to him, gently stroking your long black hair. “I’m also super excited and get so easily impatient too…” You hummed, locking your arms around his lower back and pulling him closer, his cock went deeper inside as you both moaned.

“Mmh-mmh… professor…” You moaned as he made out with you. “Fuck, fuck, feels so fucking great,” he cussed, lifting you in his arms as he was slipping in and out your pussy, leaving you frustrated with the way he was moving so hastily and impatiently.

“Aah… professor go slower, you pervert,” you hissed, grabbing onto his shoulders as Taeyong chuckled and smirked, “sorry, Beautiful, I will go slower,” he hummed before kissing you, he placed you down on the table again as he was going at a slower and enjoyable pace. You both moaned as you threw your head back. “So wet and warm, it feels so fucking nice, Baby,” he hissed into your ear as you kissed his neck.

A few blissful minutes passed as Taeyong finally started to fuck you steadily. “I can’t believe that we’re actually fucking right now… Aahh…” You whimpered, feeling him throb inside you, “yeah… I can’t believe it either, feels so unreal,” he threw his head back. “You’re squeezing me so tightly, Baby,” he groaned, feeling your pussy clench around him, you both let out moans. “Ohh, Taeyong you’re making me feel so good…” You whined, arching your back as he chuckled.

You began pushing against him too, wanting him to go faster as you were so needy for him. “Faster, faster, Taeyong! Ahh-aah!” The table was shaking as he kept thrusting, sweat forming on his forehead as you both moaned, “feels so incredible, Beautiful, you’re treating my cock so well,” Taeyong groaned, making out with you.

To think that having sex with your professor in a locked room could be this hot.

“Professor, I can’t believe it, I… just can’t,” you stammered, unable to form words with the way he fucked your pussy. His deep and rough thrusts were driving you to your limits, “you’re making me feel so good, Beautiful…” Taeyong whispered as you blushed red. He thrust a few times as you were panting a lot, “need a little lube, Baby?” He cooed, pulling the bottle of lubrication out of his pocket as you nodded desperately. “Mmh, you came prepared…?” You cooed, making out with him as he used a little lube on your pussy. “Mhm, don’t misunderstand me. I just masturbate here sometimes when I’m bored - that’s all, Baby.” He chuckled, placing his cock back inside as you both moaned, “much better, aah, ooh Taeyong…” You wrapped your legs around him tightly as he held onto your hips.

You both maintained small and deep eye contact with each other. Your forehead pressed against his, ensuring you that you enjoyed this as much as he did. You look down to see where you were both connecting and blushed red, his cock fits your pussy so incredibly. Neither of you said a word. The only thing that could be heard were you two's loud moans and heavy panting.

“Ahh… Professor Taeyong, please go harder,” you whined, clawing onto his back with your nails, “Mhm, you want me to go faster, Baby?” Taeyong chuckled, going slower as you whined loudly, rolling your eyes as he teased and tormented you. “Mhm, you want to be fucked harder, Baby?” He smirked, thrusting in and out as you winced at the loud and wet sounds of skin slapping. “Don’t be mean to me, you asshole…” You pouted, biting his neck and leaving a hickey as he chuckled. “Alright, get ready ‘cause once I’m going hard I won’t slow down,” he whispered into your ear as you nodded desperately, making out with him.

Taeyong held onto your asscheeks, shoving you up and down on his cock. You grabbed onto his shoulders, those rough thrusts gave you a lot of pleasure. “Aah, aah, Taeyong… Mmh-mmh…” You moaned, feeling your breasts bounce up and down as he was fucking you at a faster pace. “Fuck, I’m getting close, Y/N,” Taeyong scoffed, feeling his precum inside you. “Ooh, Taeyong, d-don’t stop…” You moaned, holding onto him tightly as you were both desperate for your climaxes. He groaned loudly as his thrusts were getting sloppier, fucking you deeper, “ahh… ahhh…” You moaned as he sucked on your breast greedily.

“Mhm… I can’t believe I’m banging Yonsei’s precious and beloved Goddess.” He pulled back as you blushed, feeling shy by his statement. “Goddess? You too, professor Taeyong?” You held onto his shoulders as he pulled you closer, “you also believe in that bullshit rumor?” He let you feel the rough impact of his cock thrusting in and out, causing you to whine and whimper. “Of course I do, you’re Yonsei’s beautiful Goddess, every guy admires and likes you.” You blushed red, you didn’t like that statement of you being a Goddess. You strongly disliked being superior to others who deserved that title more than you did.

“I don’t want to be Yonsei University’s Goddess…” You whined, feeling him go deeper as you saw his bulge moving on your abdomen. He smirked with your silly reply, “mhm, then who do you want to be?” Taeyong cooed and looked into your eyes, fondling your right breast as you moaned, “I want to be yours,” you said flusteredly as he kissed you. “Is that your true answer or is it because I’m fucking you too good right now?” He kept thrusting as you rolled your eyes and gripped his waist before moaning loudly. “Mhm, too dazed to answer your professor?” He placed a hand on your ass as he groped it.

“Aah! Ahh! Taeyong…” You cried, feeling him get rougher as he was deeply fucking your pussy. “My what a greedy pussy, you look super sexy stretched around my cock like that.” Taeyong looked down to where you were connecting and smirked, kissing you deeply as you huffed, “love seeing you like this,” he chuckled as you cupped his face, “I like being fucked by you like this, professor,” you breathed heavily as the table was shaking, your hand gripping tightly on the back of his neck.

Taeyong chuckled, “mhm, good. I’m glad that you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he hummed, gently biting on your earlobe as you grasped onto his back, “come to me whenever you need advice or something, I’m more than happy to help you out,” he added comfortingly as you felt him fuck you slower, you whimpered and nodded before holding onto him tightly.

“Can I come to you… if I’m horny?” You asked shyly, looking into his eyes as Taeyong chuckled at your request. “Of course, I’ll fuck you real good if you ever need it, Babygirl,” he smiled as you giggled before kissing him passionately, “mmh-mmh, professor, I like it,” you hummed in between your kisses, “I like the way you’re fucking me,” you hissed as he kept you close to him.

“I love the way you’re so wet and the way you clench around me, Baby,” he cooed, seeing your wet juices on his size as you moaned, feeling him suck on your collarbones, “aah… Ooh, Taeyong! Fuck me harder!” You screamed as he pinned you to the table, “fuck, Babygirl! I’ll fuck you good,” he huffed, looking at you deeply as you nodded in desperation. He lifted your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he fucked in this new position.

He kept plunging into your pussy as you were screaming in pleasure, “ahh! Aah! Taeyong! Taeyong!” He lowered himself to make out with you, “such a good girl, keep screaming my name like that, Beautiful,” he embraced you closely and started panting into your ear. You were sweating and panting like crazy, never had you been fucked this good before except for yesterday…

“You okay?” Taeyong hissed, looking directly into your eyes as you nodded too dazed to even reply. You closed your eyes as he made out with you, his kisses left you so needy and greedy for him. And his thrusts felt so amazing, the way he moved inside was bliss to you. He placed your legs down as you instead wrapped them around his butt, he groaned loudly.

You weren’t sure of what to feel right now, professor Lee Taeyong was bringing you nothing but joy and pleasure. This man you once hated was making you feel so wanted and desired. You couldn’t help but simply enjoy this.

Your mouth was agape as you didn’t realize you were cumming all over him, “my, what a beautiful sight, Babygirl~” Taeyong hummed in pure amusement as you looked down before blushing red, “s-sorry…” you mumbled, seeing your juices drip down his legs as he chuckled, “mhm, what are you sorry for?” He lifted you as you sat up on the table, facing him, “for making such a wet mess on you… and for cumming first…” You muttered as he kissed you, “mhm, don’t be sorry, I like seeing you cum first that way I know I’m doing a good job of pleasing you.” He confessed as you nodded, a few seconds passed as you felt something hot squirt inside you.

“Aah…!” You winced, feeling him release his orgasm inside of your pussy, “fuck,” Taeyong moaned, placing his hands on the table as you hugged him, “o-ooh professor…” You felt more of his semen fill you up, “y-you really came inside me?” He rested his head on your shoulder as he embraced you, “sorry, I could barely keep it in,” he pulled out and sat down on the swivel chair, panting heavily, “sorry… I should’ve pulled out,” he breathed as you watched his semen seep out of your pussy and thought for a bit.

How could you let this happen…? Letting your very own professor fucking nut inside you?!

You grabbed onto the end of the table and panted heavily before poking the inside of your cheek. You looked at him and huffed, his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he nervously ran his hands through his black hair with blue highlights.

My, Taeyong looks so dangerously hot all dazed from cumming in you…

“Mmh… you perverted asshole,” you cussed at him as his eyes widened, “sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Taeyong mumbled, rolling over to the desk in the corner as he opened the bottom drawer to grab a packet of wet wipes. “I swear that I didn’t mean to do it on purpose…” He returned to the table and said, completely ashamed. “Mmh… really?” you huffed, crossing your arms.

He’s so cute being so polite and apologetic about this. You’re truly a menace for secretly enjoying torturing him like this.

“I am, I’m truly sorry,” Taeyong repeated as he began wiping your thighs clean, you pursed your lips. “It’s alright, professor Taeyong.” You muttered, watching him wipe your pussy clean, “I’ll take a pill later,” you hummed when he finished cleaning you as you felt so deeply cared for. “Mhm, I’ll buy you one.” He smiled and looked at you, “you’re not mad at me, are you?” He asked and cupped your cheek, you kissed him, “of course not, I can’t be mad at you, professor,” you pouted your lips as he chuckled.

“You had me worried for a sec, you weren’t saying anything after I kept apologizing to you,” Taeyong huffed, placing his hands on the table as you hugged him close, “it’s because…” You bit your bottom lip, whispering into his ear. “It sorta felt good when you came inside me, Taeyong,” he closed his eyes and smirked, hearing your reply.

“Oh really?” Taeyong pulled back and looked at you, you nodded as he cupped your face before kissing you. “Mhm-mhm, see that’s what I like about you, Beautiful,” he patted your hair as you blushed and giggled, “I like you too, Taeyong,” You hummed happily as he scoffed, “you do?” He asked, wiping himself as you blushed. “Of course I do,” you confessed, stroking your hair, “what is there not to like about you, silly,” you giggled. “Mhm, tell me then, tell me what you like about me, Y/N,” he demanded and wore his boxers.

“Mmh, you’re so handsome, clever, and super cool,” you dangled your feet as Taeyong smirked, “mhm, what more?” He mused, he put on his unbuttoned shirt as you pulled him by the tie, twirling it around your wrist as you finally gripped it. “You’re good at being in control and fucking me with that big cock of yours,” you licked your lips and patted his torso. “Mhm, good answer, Baby,” he cooed, patting your hair as you smiled. “Mmh, professor~” you called as he held you close.

“Mhm what is it, Baby?~” He leaned in, kissing you, “mmh, you have cool and interesting tattoos, Taeyong.” You hummed, cuddling him as he kissed you softly, “mhm, you think so, Babygirl?” You nodded, kissing the ‘rude boy’ tattoo on his shoulder as he chuckled. “You too, Babygirl~ the hibiscus and pink rose tattoos on either side of your hip bones look fucking sexy and beautiful.” He lowered his head, kissing your rose tattoo as you giggled a bit.

“Must’ve hurt like crazy getting them, huh?” He huffed, placing deep kisses on your abdomen as you ran your hands through his hair, “mmh, I felt like I was going to die,” you hissed, feeling him suck on your hip bone.

“Mhm, wish we could stay like this forever,” you hummed, feeling him kiss your pussy as you threw your head back, “me too, Babygirl,” he licked your clit and smirked at you. “What is this meeting about?” You asked as he picked up your panties from the floor, helping you put them on, “just a meeting between new professors and faculty.” Taeyong said, helping you close your bra as he was staring at your breasts, “how boring,” you rolled your eyes before wrapping your hands around his neck, “mhm, I know,” he placed a few kisses on your lips as he stroked your back, “–mmh… I gotta go and help out in the library,” you muttered while he licked your neck before giving you a deep passionate kiss.

“–Understood, get going then,” Taeyong said, closing the buttons on your shirt as you bent over to pick up your skirt. He gawked at your ass and groped it, “you’ve such a nice ass, you know that?~” He cooed, patting your ass as you whined before smirking, “of course I do,” you replied cockingly as he squeezed it, “mhm, what a bold woman,” he scoffed as you turned around before pulling you in a tight hug.

You smiled at the way he embraced you, you sat on the table, “do you like me a lot, professor?” You hummed, crossing your legs and leaning back slightly, “mhm, of course, I do,” he confessed, rubbing your breast and causing a little moan from you. “What do you like about me?” You licked your lips as he stood up, “lots of things,” he groaned, feeling you rub and stroke his cock, “–what things, tell me,” you cooed, rubbing your knee against him, “your beauty and your voice,” you got off the table and stood. He smirked, gently slipping his hand under your skirt to squeeze your ass. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, slowly making out with him.

“Mhm, we should stop before we start fucking the whole evening here, Baby,” Taeyong whispered, looking into your lustful eyes. “Mmh, it’s your fault… You make me so needy for you,” you hummed, letting go of him as he chuckled.

He stood up and began dressing himself. “So beautiful, it’s for good luck, hmm?” Taeyong cooed, looking at your right wrist’s green four-leaf clover tattoo in admiration, “mhm, I got this tiny four clover for good luck and good fortunes in the future.” You hummed, kissing his bird tattoo on his shoulder, “mmh, but your tattoos are even more beautiful and so unique.” You nodded, wearing your bra as he smiled softly, “mhm, I’m getting a new one soon, wanna come along?” He cooed, fixing his blazer and buckling his belt, “I’d love to, professor,” you smiled before kissing him as you were fully dressed.

“About the exams…” You mumbled, tugging some hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry about it, seeing how much you’ve improved since the last test. I’m sure you’ll pass it.” Taeyong smiled, fixing his tie as you tied your hair in a bun, “if you’ve any questions just text me,” he cooed, handing you his number on a tiny piece of paper as you blushed a bit. “Thank you. Right, I’ll get going then, see you next time professor Lee.” You blew a kiss and left as he chuckled, “such a fine woman.” He smirked when he just noticed your back tattoo.

You headed to the library and greeted Mr. Jeong, “ah there she is Miss Yonsei,” Mr. Jeong chuckled, pushing the cart with books. “Hello Sir, so where do you want me to start?” You asked and placed your hands on your hips, taking a glance at the shelves. “You can take this cart and just return these English literature books on shelf number 6.” He said as you nodded, pushing the cart. You saw the empty top row of the shelf 6. You grabbed 3 books and moved the ladder to the left. You started going up, gently placing each book.

About 30 minutes had passed as you were at a different shelf, removing some books. “–Careful you don’t fall, Miss,” a man said as you turned to look down, “ah professor Lee,” you said with a soft smile and small bow. Taeyong took a quick look left and right before holding his hand out to you, “thank you, professor,” you said, holding his hand as you carefully stepped down the ladder. You placed the books in the cart and started pushing it. “Well, if it isn’t Taeyong-Hyung,” Mr. Jeong said with a sly smile, “ah hello, Jaehyun-ssi,” Taeyong waved, and the two guys looked at each other.

Taeyong must be popular and friends with every faculty member, huh…?

“I’m all done with the tasks, Mr. Jeong,” you said and bowed, “good job, I knew that I could count on you, Miss Yonsei,” Jaehyun smiled, proudly patting your shoulder as Taeyong looked at his hand on your shoulder. “Tasks? That’s new, Jaehyun, you’re usually not the type to find tasks in the library too difficult.” He scoffed, and you pursed your lips at the sheer jealousy in Taeyong’s tone.

“Mhm, I like a bit of company - besides Miss Yonsei and I had a lot of fun talking about the US,” Jaehyun said and folded his arms, “isn’t that right, Miss?” He looked at you, “ah yes, Mr. Jeong and I are a great library team,” you smiled as Taeyong poked the inside of his cheek. “Anyways, I’m very sorry but I need to go now or else I’m going to miss my hair appointment!” You bowed and ran out of the library, covering your smile from literally busting into laughter at the sight of Taeyong’s tense jealousy.

You just finished getting your hair done. Now you were home and you changed into your black tight low-waisted shorts, attaching your black laced stockings and a white button-up shirt, you wore your red lipstick as you pursed your lips. “What a gorgeous woman,” you pointed at yourself in the mirror and smirked before taking a few selfies. You grabbed your tote bag and left your apartment. On the way out you uploaded the pictures onto your Instagram with the caption ‘the office’s baddest bit**’. You giggled, putting your phone away as you got on the subway.

“Hello everyone,” you waved, walking into the main office and greeting your colleagues, “hello~ Y/N-ah,” Nayeon smiled and greeted you with a back hug, “you look so pretty today, Ms. Park,” Mina steepled, glancing at your somewhat daring outfit. “Ah, Park-ssi is here,” Momo hummed, lowering her glasses to take a quick glimpse at you. “Wah, so beautiful, hair done and everything, very chic,” she nodded as you twirled your hair, “thank you all, ehehe~” you giggled.

“You all seem to be extra hardworking today,” you replied, placing your tote bag on top of your table as Nayeon went back to her desk, “oh yeah, today’s client is extremely important,” she added, checking her computer as Momo nodded, “yup, it’s Boss Nakamoto’s high school friend,” Mina smiled, “Sakurada Dori, also a very famous actor in Japan.” Momo winked as they all giggled.

What’s the big deal with this Dori guy anyway…?

You shrugged your shoulders as Yuta walked out, greeting you before calling you to his office. You admired his back as you blushed a little, seeing him hold the door for you. You sat in the chair in front of his desk as Yuta sat down in his swivel chair. “As you’ve heard already, we’ll be having an important client today, so don’t screw up or throw a fit, okay?” He steepled his hands, looking at you, “alright, I understand, Nakamoto-nim,” you nodded, smacking your lips. You tugged some hair behind your ear, hoping he’d notice your new hairstyle.

“–Anyways, please help Ms. Im and Mr. Watanabe with our newest advertisement,” Yuta commanded as your mouth was left agape by his dismissive attitude. “Yes Sir, um excuse me, Nakamoto-nim?” You muttered, twirling your hair around your finger as you leaned forward, placing a hand on his desk.

“Yes, Ms. Park?” Yuta averted his eyes, adjusting his glasses, and looked up for a second. “Do you notice anything different about me today?” You hummed, smiling and stroking the blonde highlights in your hair as he scoffed.

“You’re wearing a very daring outfit today,” he huffed cockingly, “–but at least it isn’t see-through or translucent. Good job.” Yuta replied shortly as he went back to focus on his paperwork.

What the actual fuck? Is he this dense? How come he hasn’t noticed your new hairstyle!?

“–Never mind, Sir,” you sulked, getting up from your seat as you left his office. Holy shit, this man is so stupid, are Japanese men really this dense?! You sighed heavily and walked down the hall to the vending machine.

Yuta smirked and let out a small chuckle. “Such a silly woman,” he clicked his tongue. The blonde highlights with that long black hair suits her, how alluring.

“Oh what’s wrong, Ms. Park?” Mr. Watanabe asked concerningly and patted your shoulder, “nothing, I just can’t believe that men can be so dense and stupid,” you huffed sassily, grabbing your can of iced coffee from the vending machine.

“Wah, you really think so?” He chuckled as you opened your can of iced coffee, “no, I mean not you, Mr. Watanabe,” you felt flustered as he laughed, “just kidding, Ms. Park,” he laughed, grabbing his iced tea, “also, you look great with the blonde highlights in your hair.” He added before walking down the hall, “th-thank you, Mr. Watanabe,” you smiled and blushed a little, “oh please, just call me Haruto, no need to be so formal around me,” he chuckled. “But Mr. Watanabe you’re my superior, and I don’t want to seem rude–” you mumbled, following him to the conference room.

“You’re not being rude, Ms. Y/N,” he smiled and held the door open for you, “Ms. Y/N?” Nayeon repeated as you both entered, “what’s up with that, Mr. Watanabe?” She raised an eyebrow and cupped her cheek. “I guess Koreans really care about formality, huh?” Haruto chuckled, sitting down, “well, yeah, the Korean society is built on hierarchy and status,” you replied, sitting down and opening your pencil case.

“Sorry, me and Ms. Y/N were just discussing formality within the workspace,” Haruto told Nayeon as she shook her head. “You two always have strange conversations,” she sighed and got up, giggling.

“Alright, so the next commercial is L’oreal Paris,” Nayeon presented on the notice board, you nodded, noting down some ideas. “So the Boss wanted us to find an actress or a female idol to be in this commercial,” Mr. Watanabe said, checking his stacks of papers. “I see, hmm, let me check the internet,” you hummed, searching on the internet. “How about we have Park Gyuri from KARA–” you suggested when the door suddenly burst open.

“–Hey, hey, Nayeon-ah, he’s here!” Momo squealed, pointing in a certain direction, “omg, let me see!” Nayeon immediately got up to peek at the door, “well, here we go, all ladies are crazy for someone like Dori-chan,” Haruto sighed heavily before looking at you, but you were too busy checking your phone as you texted Yeonwoo, “hey! Are you even listening to me, Ms. Park,” he whined as you drew your attention back to him, “yeah sorry, Mr. Haruto, I was trying to find a female idol with the help of my friend, she used to be featured in plenty of drama series,” you explained briefly.

“It’s been a while, Ani,” Yuta said before greeting Mr. Sakurada Dori with a handshake and a small side hug, “it sure has been, this office has changed a bit since I was last here, hmm?” He hummed as he looked around, noticing the wall design and the windows.

“Konnichiwa, Sakurada-san,” Mina bowed and flashed a small smile at him. “I see, so it’s still the kind, pretty, and familiar faces working here,” Dori bowed too and smiled, “it's an honor to be working with you again, Sakurada-san,” Momo walked in and bowed, shaking his hand while blushing slightly.

“Annyeong, Sakurada-ssi,” Nayeon waved as she left the room to greet him, “well, seems like the party has started, let’s go and greet Dori-san too,” Haruto said as you nodded still texting Yeonwoo while exiting the room - only to be met with a surprise. There stood a tall, handsome Japanese man. Your mouth was agape as you simply stared at him. “Yo Dori-san, long time no see,” Haruto waved as they greeted and smiled at each other.

Holy shit… This is Dori Sakurada? This hottie is Nakamoto Yuta’s high school friend?!

“Oh, a new face, who’s this cute lady?” He smiled as you bowed. Cute…? Does this handsome gentleman think I’m cute? Your lips formed into a small smile, earning such a compliment was enough to put you in a chipper mood. “Hello, my name’s Park Y/N,” you bowed deeply, “it’s nice to meet you, Sir,” you said, still amazed by his presence. Nayeon stood next to Momo and winked.

“Ms. Park, this is Sakurada Dori, a very important person to our company and a good friend of mine,” Yuta said as you nodded immediately, “ah I see! Sir, Mr. Sakurada, please after you,” you replied, holding the door open for him, “thank you Ms. Park,” Mr. Sakurada smiled, walking inside, “please treat him well,” Yuta added, Nayeon and Haruto walked inside as he closed the door.

“Right, so have you two considered an actress or female idol you could feature in this L’Oreal commercial?” Mr. Sakurada asked, checking his iPad as Watanabe started talking, “not quite, but Ms. Park is on the case, right?” He looked at you, “ah yes,” you smiled and nodded.

“Nakamoto-nim, it’s Park,” you knocked on the door, “come in,” you walked inside, holding a cup of coffee and locking the door, “what is it?” Yuta demanded, lowering his eyeglasses as he took a glimpse at you. “Well, since you’re working so hard I thought I’d bring you a cup of coffee,” you hummed, leaning against his desk as he nodded, “appreciate the thought, how’s the progress with the advertisement–?” You walked around his desk to give him a back hug. “–What are you doing?” He asked, looking at your arms resting around his neck as you leaned close to his cheek.

“–Why are you so cold? It’s just us two in here anyways,” you muttered, placing a kiss on his cheek, “mhm, I see,” Yuta scoffed before smirking, “what’s so funny?” You asked sassily before hugging him, he chuckled and patted your hand. “I must’ve banged you so good yesterday that you couldn’t forget about me, huh?” He huffed proudly as you blushed red and immediately let go of him, crossing your arms as you irked at his remark. “You’re so full of yourself, Nakamoto-nim,” you frowned as he began laughing a little. “Come onto my lap then, Princess,” he clapped his lap as you turned his chair and sat on it without hesitation.

“Nakamoto-nim, mmh~” you hummed, locking your arms around his shoulders as he looked at you in admiration. “Are you seeing someone else, Doll?” Yuta moved your hair to see a small visible hickey as you got nervous. “Will you be mad if I am…?” You fluttered your eyes innocently as he chuckled, “mhm, not really, I don’t care the slightest,” he scoffed, stroking the blonde strands of your hair as you pouted at his careless response, “–you know why?” He whispered into your ear and traced his thumb with your lips, “why…?” You mumbled, looking down at his thumb.

“–Because no one fucks you better than I do, Doll,” Yuta scoffed cockingly as you blushed red, “–you…!” You pouted and got completely flustered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. “Mhm, what’s with that face?” He raised an eyebrow and scoffed, you stared at him.

This man is so fucking full of himself, isn’t he the slightest jealous? Man, whatever, his confident and careless personality is what I like the most about him anyway.

You leaned in before suddenly stopping. “–You want a kiss?” Yuta cooed, seeing you pursed your lips eagerly as you stared at him needily. “You’re so awful…” You furrowed your eyebrows as he chuckled before kissing you, “mhm, you think your Boss is a meanie?” He cupped your cheek, you remained silent and kissed him again, “mmh, no comment.” You crossed your arms as he stared at your chest, poking the inside of his cheek.

“I saw that,” you said, lifting yourself onto his desk, “not my fault, you’re so pretty, Princess,” Yuta mused and smirked at you, “am I just a pretty face to you?” You asked, “get back to work, Park, we’ll talk later.” He pointed at the door, waving his hand and signaling you to leave. You rolled your eyes and got off his desk, “understood, Nakamoto-nim.” You left his office.

“–Y/N-ssi, come here,” Nayeon called, waving her hand as she was seated near a table with Ms. Momo, Mr. Haruto, and Mr. Dori. “So Y/N-ssi here suggested that we should get Park Gyuri for this commercial, what do you think, Mr. Sakurada?” She asked, leaning forward eagerly you walked up to them when a strange unknown number showed on your phone screen, the display left a sour expression on your face.

“–Please, excuse me I have to take this call,” you bowed several times before excusing yourself. You headed up to the outdoors rooftop. The number was still calling you even after rejecting and hanging up for the 8th time now. You took a deep breath before finally answering. “–What is it now?” You replied coldly as you heard a soft chuckle. “You really haven’t changed, still a brat with no sense of discipline or respect–”

“–I have discipline and I do respect people, just not when it’s you, Appa.” You interrupted your dad as he scoffed, “that disgusting attitude is just like your stupid mother.” He huffed, “stop calling and bothering me if you’re just going to fucking nag at me!” You yelled as he sighed, “send me some money and I might stop calling you.” Your dad snickered as you exhaled in deep disappointment and frustration.

You knew this to be far from the truth, now and then he’ll always find your contact information or your email. Scolding you, verbally abusing you, and guilt-tripping you into giving him money so that he won’t interfere with you or your personal life. Even after paying for him countless times, he never keeps his word or promises that he will actually stay away from you.

“Please… Please just stop, Appa, I won’t give you any more money. I had enough of all this.” You stammered, lowering your head as you looked over the tall buildings. Your dad remained silent for a slight moment. “There’s no point in speaking to me or trying to financially manipulate me again anymore. I’m an adult now, so I don’t want to keep in touch with you. Don’t ever call me again.” You hung up and blocked the number, crouching down in defeat. Tears formed in your eyes as you hugged your knees when the wind blew smoke in your direction, you quickly wiped your tears away as Yuta stood nearby smoking. You accidentally made eye contact with him as he exhaled the smoke, you stood up and began walking towards the exit.

“Ms. Park, are you a smoker too?” Yuta asked, walking as he stopped right in front of you. “No, I don’t smoke cigarettes,” you replied coldly, rubbing your elbow. “Please excuse me, Nakamoto-nim but I have to get back to work,” you said and bowed politely before walking down to the office. He looked at you heading down before exhaling.

One part of you wanted to tell him how you felt and that you needed a hug, but another part of you didn’t want to be a burden and ask for others to pity you.

You walked down and saw Momo and Nayeon seated at their respective desks, doing paperwork, they flashed you a smile as you smiled back. “–So Miss Park, you talked about featuring this certain actress for the advertisement?” Mr. Sakurada sat next to you, holding his iPad and checking the beauty products for marketing. You looked over and nodded, “yes Sir, I was thinking maybe Ms. Park Gyuri from KARA,” you spoke while smiling slightly.

“Ms. Myoui, the Boss wants to have a word with you,” Haruto said, pointing to Yuta’s office. “Yes, I’ll be there in a second,” Mina stood up from her desk as she walked over to you. “Hey, Ms. Park, here I know you really like these,” Ms. Myoui said, placing a small bag of Japanese potato chips on your desk as you thanked her with a small bow. “Thank you, Ms. Myoui,” you smiled and appreciated her kindness. Dori looked over as she walked inside his office.

“You wanted to talk to me, Boss?” Mina closed the door as Yuta turned his swivel chair to face her, “yes, I want to ask you to do me a favor, please,” he said, steepling his hands together. “What is it, Boss?” She crossed her arms and stood in front of his desk. “Please keep an eye on Ms. Park, she seemed rather off, and upset when I stumbled upon her earlier on the rooftop area.” He voiced in concern, thinking about you.

“I see, I got it Boss, don’t worry,” Mina bowed. “Thank you Ms. Myoui, I knew I could count on you, “I’ll take my leave, Boss, then.” She said and left his office.

A few hours had passed…

“Alright, so I’ve spoken to Ms. Park Gyuri’s manager and she’s available next week on Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday to film the advertisement,” you said, holding your clipboard to your chest. “Excellent, great work Miss Park,” Mr. Sakurada said, holding his hands together as he smiled at you. “Thank you, Sir, it’s an honor to be working with you on this great project,” you bowed deeply and smiled as Yuta walked out of his office.

“Ah, Yuta, I believe we should discuss the appointment with Ms. Park Gyuri,” Mr. Sakurada said to Yuta as they bowed, he nodded, “–if it’s not too urgent, may I suggest we talk over the phone, Dori-Ani?” He put on his coat while holding an umbrella when Mr. Sakurada folded his arms, “I see, you must have planned something with your daughter,” he nodded and smiled. “Alright Yuta, let’s discuss the matter over the phone then,” Yuta bowed and thanked him. You made slight eye contact with him as you bowed, seeing him walk past you.

“Great work today everyone, I’ll see you all tomorrow,” Yuta waved, walking away from the office, “say hi to little Yuka for us,” Momo waved and smiled, seeing him leave.

You felt a little weird, seeing him leave the office so soon. It was definitely uncommon for him to be in such a rush. This Yuka girl must mean a lot to him… Should you text him later…? You felt bad for the way you ignored him at the rooftop.

“So where are we eating tonight, Papa?” Yuka asked, opening the door to the passenger seat as she sat, “it’s a surprise, Yuka-chan,” Yuta said, kissing her forehead as she smiled and buckled her seatbelt. He drove off and smiled, looking at the mirror and thinking about you.

Y/N seemed off earlier, but she doesn’t seem to want to talk about it either. I might give her a call afterward. Yuta thought to himself, making a right turn.

Yuka and Yuta entered “Kushikatsu Kushien” restaurant, “good evening, reservation for Mr. Nakamato, please,” he bowed as the waiter bowed back and nodded, “yes, please follow me, Sir,” Yuka followed her father to a small table in the corner, “mmm, did you really have to make a reservation for this type of restaurant, Papa?” She sat and cupped her cheek, looking around. “I know back in Osaka, you can just drop by in these types of restaurants. But since we’re in Seoul and right around 6 PM is the hour when lots of customers enter.” He explained briefly as she nodded.

“I see, I wonder if their Kushikatsu is as good as Osaka’s,” Yuka hummed, “what do you want to drink?” Yuta asked, pointing at the menu cart, “I’ll go with strawberry Ramune, are you going for a beer, Papa?” She snickered as he shook his head, “no way, I’m not drinking when I’m our designated driver, Yuka-chan~” he chuckled in teasing manners as she giggled. “I’ll take the Coca-Cola.” He smiled and poked her forehead.

“So is Uncle Dori in Seoul?” Yuka steepled her hands, leaning forward as he nodded, “yeah, he arrived here a few days ago, today was his first day at the office,” he explained, “what kinds of skewers would you like, Yuka-chan?” Yuta asked, “mmm, let’s go for chicken, shrimp, and vegetable skewers,” she hummed and folded her arms as the waiter walked over, “are you ready to order Miss and Mister?” He asked, holding his notebook. “We would like to have 4 pieces of chicken skewers, 2 shrimp skewers, 2 zucchini skewers, 2 pumpkin skewers, and 3 quail eggs skewers, please,” Yuta said as the waiter quickly noted it down, “thank you, Miss, and Mister, can I offer you something to drink in the meantime?”

“Yes, please, one Coca-Cola for Papa and one strawberry Ramune for me, thank you,” Yuka replied and bowed, “understood, Miss, I’ll be right back,” he bowed and left. “Man, you’re right a lot of customers come here right at this time!” She looked around to see the whole restaurant’s tables filled with customers. “Mhm, your Papa’s very clever by making a reservation in this informal restaurant, huh?” Yuta smirked cockingly as she scoffed sassily, “right, I suppose Papa’s right this time,” she rolled her eyes before chuckling, the waiter came back and placed the drinks on the table.

“I miss Japan,” Yuka sighed, looking at him, “mhm, you miss your mother?” Yuta asked as he looked into her eyes as she avoided it, “not really, I like being and staying with you more, Papa,” she mumbled and pouted, he chuckled before ruffling her bangs. “Mhm, don’t say that she probably misses you a lot, Yuka-chan,” he added, smiling at her as she looked to her left side. “Probably, but I really want to go to Osaka and stay with Grandma,” she hummed, tapping her finger on the table as he chuckled. “Mhm, I see, when do you want to go to Japan?” He asked, checking his phone for flights while taking a sip from his Coca-Cola.

“You’re going with one of your friends right?” Yuta asked, looking at her, “mmm, maybe Chisa or Jurin, they have to get permission from their parents first, Papa,” Yuka pouted and nodded. “That’s true they don’t have a cool and chill Papa like me,” he chuckled and smirked, “Papa, you’re so full of yourself,” she crossed her arms and let out a soft scoff as the waiter placed the food down, “here are your skewers, enjoy,” the waiter said and bowed, “thank you so much,” she smiled and bowed.

“Itadakimasu!” Yuka said before grabbing a zucchini skewer and taking a bite. “How’s school lately, been doing okay with your classes?” Yuta asked, eating a chicken skewer as she hummed and nodded, “it’s been okay, I just need help with my English, I got a -C on my last English test…” She pouted, looking down as he patted her shoulder, “that’s okay, as long as you tried your best that’s all that really matters, Sweetie,” he smiled softly as she nodded and giggled, “I’ll always do my best, Papa!” Yuka smiled.

“Can I sleep at Jurin’s house tonight?” Yuka asked as Yuta parked the car, “did you two plan this, or is it all of a sudden?” He asked, opening the car door and helping her step out. “Jurin’s mother has a late shift tonight and she is staying with her nanny Lim. Jurin says that her mother is okay with me sleeping over,” he unlocked the door and held it as she walked inside, “mhm, it’s 8:30 PM,” he pushed the elevator button, “–you’ll have to pack your PJs and school uniform then if you want to have a sleepover.” He hummed as he walked inside the elevator, and she followed along.

“Yes, Papa, thank you!” Yuka hugged his arm in pure excitement as the elevator went up. Yuta chuckled and ruffled her hair, they exited said elevator and walked inside their apartment. She ran upstairs to pack her clothes, bag, and books. He sat on the couch, checking his phone while waiting for her downstairs. He looked at his contact list, considering if he should text you.

“Don’t stay up too late, I’ll pick you two up tomorrow early morning and then drop you off at school, understood?” Yuta said, before kissing Yuka’s cheek and giving her a small hug. “Mmm-mmm!” Yuka nodded eagerly and hugged Jurin, “hai Nakamoto-san!” Jurin replied as they both nodded, “drive home safe, Mister,” Nanny Lim said and bowed, “I will, thank you. Please look after them, Ms. Lim,” Yuta bowed as she did the same, he walked over to the car and waved before driving off.

“Nee, Yuka-chan, let’s make hot chocolate!” Jurin said, hugging her arm, Yuka nodded. “May we make hot chocolate, nanny Lim?” She asked as Ms. Lim nodded, “of course, let’s get inside and make it, girls.” She smiled as they all went inside.

You had just finished dance practice at the nearby dance studio. Once you exited the building, it started pouring down, “fucking shibal!” You cussed, trying to shield yourself from the rain with your black leather jacket. You walked a few meters when a car pulled up to the sideway, the numberplate seemed similar to you. You stopped walking as the driver walked out, holding a black umbrella. “What’s a stubborn lady doing here cussing in this downpour?” Yuta said before scoffing and holding the umbrella over you. “Nakamoto-nim… Good evening,” you bowed, putting your black leather jacket over your shoulders.

“Let’s go somewhere else, Y/N,” Yuta said, patting your shoulder as he held the car door open. You bowed and sat in the passenger seat, he closed the umbrella and the door then walked to the other side. He opened the door before sitting in the driver’s seat and began driving off.

“Weren’t you having dinner with Miss Yuka?” You asked as he stopped at the red light. “We did and she’s having a sleepover at her friend; Jurin’s house,” Yuta explained briefly as you held his hand, he looked at your hand and smiled. “Want to go to a hotel, Princess?~” He cooed as you nodded immediately while blushing. He drove a few streets down and parked the car.

“What time are your classes tomorrow?” Yuta asked as you walked out of the car, he held the umbrella over the two of you. You held his hand, slightly hugging his arm. “My classes start at 10:30 AM,” you whispered, looking around the fancy lobby, “–I’ll have to leave at 7:30 AM, I need to drop Yuka and Jurin at school tomorrow, just make sure to check out by 9:15 AM.” He said, closing the umbrella as you nodded. You two walked inside the hotel’s reception.

“I’d like to book a luxury room for tonight, check out tomorrow by 9:15 AM.” Yuta told the receptionist as she nodded, “right, your room number is 169 on the 4th floor.” She handed him the keycard, and you two walked to the elevator. “Sorry for my rude behavior on the rooftop earlier…” You mumbled as the elevator went up, “no need to apologize,” he placed a hand on your right shoulder before pulling you closer. “Gosh, you’re so cold, Princess,” he chuckled as you giggled, “I thought I was hot, I just finished dance practice.”

Yuta swiped the keycard and held the door as you went inside and took your heels off. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked, taking his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack. “I had a sandwich from 7/11. Do you mind if I take a shower first?” You asked, taking off your black leather jacket as he sat on the lean chair, “I don’t mind, go ahead, I’ll order us something nice, Princess,” he smiled, dialing the phone.

You went inside and started to undress, you took a warm bath and washed yourself thoroughly with the coconut-scented bar of soap. Nakamoto-nim’s so thoughtful, I really wanna make him happy tonight. You finished showering and dried yourself with the mini towel. Never knew that Nakamoto-nim would have a daughter… He’s so full of surprises.

You walked out, wearing the white bathrobe. “–Yeah, Dori-Ani, I think Wednesday at 3:45 PM. I mean, maybe we should book a small appointment on Friday too?” Yuta spoke on the phone while standing on the balcony, smoking. You walked out, hugging him from behind as he looked over his shoulder and smiled at you. I told myself to keep a distance from Y/N and to not make things more complicated for us all… Yet, here I am still wanting to be by her side.

“Well Dori-Ani, how about we discuss it further tomorrow morning?” Yuta said, exhaling as he turned around you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. “Mhm, I’ve to hang up, Ani… Something urgent came up–” he hung up and tossed his cigarette into the cigarette trash can.

“Mhm, that was a quick shower, Doll” Yuta hummed, carrying you in his arms as he sat on the couch, you were on his lap as you wrapped your arms around him before kissing him deeply. “Did you order room service?” You whispered, looking into his eyes as he nodded, averting his eyes to the table with different kinds of packets of beverages.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked, turning the kettle on as you kissed him. “Hot chocolate, please,” you slowly slid the bathrobe off your shoulders, revealing yourself in a clean lime green sports bra and black Kuromi panties. “Mhm, aren’t you cold?” He nudged your ass as you bit your lips, rubbing your hand underneath his shirt.

“I’m not cold when I’m on such a fine man’s lap~” You pursed your lips and locked your hands around his neck before slowly kissing him, “mhm, mhm, Princess,” Yuta hummed and smirked, watching you unbutton his shirt in amusement. “–Before we continue this, mind telling me about what exactly happened earlier on the rooftop?” He demanded, pulling back as he looked into your eyes you blinked your eyes a few times.

“Do I really have to…? I mean I already apologized to you, Nakamoto-nim…” You pouted, “mhm, Y/N, Doll. I’m not referring to your dismissive attitude.” He pulled you by the chin. “–I’m talking about why you were crouched down and all teary when I approached you,” Yuta scoffed as he patted your lower back. “…” You remained silent, looking down before speaking up. “I was on the phone with my Appa… Okay?” You explained, looking at him anxiously.

“I see, it must’ve been something serious and personal, correct?” Yuta asked, pouring hot water into the two cups filled with cocoa powder. You got off his lap and sat next to him on the couch. “No… It’s rather stupid and embarrassing. But I can trust you, right, Nakamoto-nim?” You asked, looking into his eyes as you held his hand.

“I’m all ears, don’t worry you’re safe with me but don’t feel obligated to tell me if you don’t want to, Princess,” Yuta reassured, caressing your hand. You took a deep sigh before starting to speak. “Appa and I are estranged. He and I don’t get along so that’s one of the reasons why I live on my own. He has a gambling addiction and is an alcoholic. It was so bad that I couldn’t live with him anymore.” You explained as your voice stammered a little.

“At first he would call to ask how I was doing before his drinking addiction worsened. But then his calls started to center around if could send him money or lend him money. He would always emotionally abuse me and manipulate me.”

“Even after changing my phone number multiple times, he’d always find a way to get a hold of me. If I don’t answer his stupid calls, he will go to my university to try and find me. To show them that I’m a horrible daughter for not taking care of her father, his phone calls are just him yelling and scolding me.” You gritted your teeth as tears started to run down your cheeks.

“I’m just tired of always hearing him nag and constantly belittling and degrading me,” you cried, wiping the tears away from your eyes. “S-Sorry…” You mumbled, “it’s fucking pathetic…” You whimpered, rubbing your eyes as Yuta hugged you closely. He patted your shoulder as he wiped the tears away with a napkin. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said, looking into your eyes as he cupped your face before touching your forehead with his.

“He doesn’t deserve to be a part of your life if he’s such an asshole and terrible father to you, Y/N.” You looked down. “He doesn’t deserve your tears,” you looked up and felt a form of relief hearing those comforting words from Yuta. “Thank you for understanding me… Nakamoto-nim,” you nodded as he caressed your hair, you moved closer and kissed him passionately. He smiled, receiving those kisses from you. “Mhm, Princess,” he cooed, holding onto your lower back as you completely removed your bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor as you cupped his face and started to make out with him.

“You’re so dangerously hot, Nakamoto-nim…” You sighed, feeling him place kisses on your collarbones as Yuta smirked. “Mhm, not as hot as you,” he smirked, watching you lie down he lowered himself to leave kisses on your stomach. You looked down and blushed, “Nakamoto-nim…” You called, caressing his hair as you felt his kisses on your hip bone and abdomen.

“Please make me feel good tonight…” You pleaded as Yuta made eye contact with you, “I will, don’t worry, Princess.” He said holding your hand as he went down on you, feeling him cuddle your hip bone tattoos as he kissed them, you patted his hair and let out a small whine. He left a very visible hickey on your left hip bone and smiled at you.

“Really love that gorgeous hibiscus tattoo of yours, Princess,” Yuta scoffed, gently rubbing it as you hummed, watching him get on top of you again, “love it even more when you leave hickies on me, Nakamoto-nim,” you locked your wrists around his neck as he kissed you deeply. “Boss is going to treat you very special tonight,” he whispered into your ear as you blushed, seeing him carry you in bridal style as he gently placed you on the bed.

He slowly started to make out with you. “Ooh Nakamoto-nim…” You sighed, his kisses were getting hotter and deeper, you swirled your tongue around his and looked into his eyes as he huffed. “Ooh, ahh…” You moaned, seeing the mixed saliva drip from both of your chins.

Yuta’s eyes focused on yours then dropped to your cleavage, you quickly noticed and pulled his head to your chest. “M-Mmh, ooh Nakamoto-nim…” You whined, feeling his face cuddle your breasts. His hands slid under your back, unclasping your bra’s lock. He removed your bra and gently tugged it away on the nightstand, a happy smirk was stuck on his lips.

“Mmh~” You huffed and let both of your arms rest on either side of the bed as he smiled at the sight of your exposed breasts. “Goodness, they’re so fucking amazing, Princess,” Yuta cooed, fondling and feeling your breasts as you closed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows. “Perfectly perky and round for me, mhm?” He cooed, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

“Ahh… Aah,” you moaned, feeling him rub circles around your nipples, “they’re so beautiful, Doll,” Yuta whispered before placing a kiss on your lips, “you really think so…?” You asked, blushing at his compliments as he nodded immediately before kissing your left nipple. “They’re so lovely, round and so soft, it makes me go crazy,” he cooed before swallowing it and sucking on it. You moaned at the physical contact of his warm and wet tongue to your sensitive nipple. You pulled a fistful of his hair as he fondled and squeezed your right breast. “Your lips feel so great, aah…” You moaned loudly as he kept playing with your breasts, you could feel the slight steaminess in your panties.

You looked into Yuta’s eyes, fluttering them and clearly indicating that you were needy. “Ooh Yuta, mmh, mmh,” you hummed in between his kisses, “how do you feel, Princess?” Yuta whispered, sliding his hand into your panties as you felt his palm rubbing up and down on your pussy. “I-I feel good, please don’t stop touching me…” You whined and ground against his palm as he pressed hot kisses on your neck.

“I like it when you touch me like that, I feel so good,” you panted as Yuta made out with you. “Tonight, just let me take care of everything, okay?” He whispered as you nodded eagerly and watched him closely as he pulled back. You looked down as he held onto the waistband of your panties, slowly undressing you. “Mhm, mhm, you’re giving me so many kisses, Princess,” he cooed, seeing how you were constantly smooching his lips.

Yuta reached for the nightstand, grabbing a condom while unbuckling his belt. He removed his boxers and sighed, rolling the condom on his dick. He climbed over you, “Yuta…” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He placed a few soft kisses on your breasts, “aah, Yuta… Ahh…” You moaned, feeling him suck on your hardened nipple.

Yuta held onto your ass, maintaining small eye contact with you. “I’m going in, okay?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded desperately. “Just go in one push, I can handle it, Nakamoto-nim…” You pleaded and cupped his face, he pressed his lips together and lowered himself onto you. He carefully inserted all of his dick inside your pussy. He looked at your stomach and then at your eyes. “My such a needy woman you are tonight.”

“Nngh… A-ahh!” You moaned, grasping onto his back as Yuta groaned and panted a bit, “you okay, Princess?” He whispered, you nodded, moaning as he started to move. “Y-You’re so filling, Nakamoto-nim…” You smiled in relief, holding onto his shoulders as a tiny tear appeared in your left eye. You wrapped your left leg around him as he groaned.

“Your pussy’s always so good to me, Doll,” Yuta scoffed, moving in and out of your pussy as you moaned. “I love your dick so much, Nakamoto-nim…!” You screamed in pleasure as he smirked before making out with you, “mhm, still formal with your Boss even in the bedroom, mhm?” He cooed as you blushed red, “such a good girl, you really love my dick, huh?” He scoffed, slipping in and out of your pussy while you nodded eagerly.

He put his lips on yours, casually making out with you. He slipped his tongue on yours, slowly swirling around it as you gasped and moaned. His saliva dripped from your chin as you blushed red. “Well, I don’t want to be disrespectful and especially not my Boss…” You panted, looking into his eyes as he caressed your cheek before planting another kiss on your lips. “Mhm.” He smirked, giving a few rough thrusts as you moaned loudly.

“Let me hear you scream ‘Yuta’ that’s what I really want to hear tonight, Babydoll,” Yuta demanded as you looked into his eyes, you gripped onto the pillows when you received a few rough thrusts. Your juices were running down your thighs, “ah! Yuta! Aah! Yuta!” You screamed in pleasure as he smirked, “good girl, that’s what I like to hear,” he watched the way your breasts bounced up and down, each time he fucked you. “Y-Yuta, please!” You spread your legs widely as he dove deeper into you. “Mhm, you’re really vocal tonight, Princess,” he smirked at the way you constantly moaned and called his name. “Really love that, Doll~”

Yuta lifted you into his arms, fucking you while holding you. “Aah! Aah! Y-Yuta… Please!” You screamed, grasping onto his shoulders as you threw your head back. “Mhm, you’ve been so good, thought I’d give you a ‘special’ treatment tonight~” He whispered and smirked, rolling his hips as you could hear the constant sound of skin slapping. He was really pushing you beyond your limits tonight.

“Aah… Yuta, aah…” You moaned, arching your back as you maintained eye contact with him. “Mhm, keep moaning my name like that, Doll,” Yuta hummed, you wrapped your legs around him as his thrusts were fast and rough. He observed your lewd expressions as he felt himself get harder. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed and started to climax “Y-Yuta… Aah!” You screamed, squirting all over his size. “Goodness, what a sexy sight, Princess,” he chuckled, rubbing his hand on your inner thigh that was covered in your wetness.

You closed your eyes as Yuta made out with you, he held you close and continued fucking you. “A-Are you close…?” You panted and patted his ass, feeling so overstimulated as he scoffed, fondling your left breast. “Soon, just hold on, Doll.” He hissed through his teeth as his thrusts were starting to get sloppy. “For a man you really know how to last long…” You panted, rolling your eyes in slight fatigue. “Mhm, it’s because this sweet pussy really keeps me entertained for so long,” he cooed, seeing the mess run down your thighs as you blushed red.

A few seconds passed as he climaxed into the condom, and you were panting heavily “Fuck,” Yuta cussed as he placed you down on the bed again. He was above you, panting heavily. “Mmh, you’re so fucking incredible, Y-Yuta,” you breathed heavily and cupped his face before kissing him. “Mhm, likewise, Doll,” he smirked and lay next to you. “You’re so incredible in bed, my God,” you hummed, flipping onto your stomach.

“Such a beautiful woman,” Yuta cooed, placing kisses on your lower back’s ‘Daddy’ tattoo, “aah…” You whined, looking over your left shoulder as he groped your ass. “You have so many pretty tattoos,” he kissed your left shoulder, staring at the ‘69’ tattoo. He ran his hand on your stomach as it slowly reached your breast.

“Ahh… Y-Yuta…” You moaned, “wanna go for a second round?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded, standing on all fours, “you’re taking me from behind, right?” You looked back as he rubbed your ass, smearing his cum from earlier onto your buttlocks “mhm, gonna fuck your ass, Doll~” He smirked, disposing the used condom into the trash can. He sighed, grabbing a new condom and wearing it while getting into position.

Yuta placed his hands on top of yours before slipping his dick inside your pussy, “can you handle it, Princess?” He cooed, nibbling on your earlobe as you gasped, “aah, ahh…” You felt the few thrusts send chills down your spine, “this position is really amazing~ ahh…” You moaned, gripping onto the bedsheets as he kept fucking you, “good to hear you like this position,” he groaned and scoffed, “–your ass makes me so hard, Doll,” he held onto your waist. “I’m not really a fan of getting it from behind…” You whined, closing your eyes in slight frustration, “but you make it so enjoyable and pleasuring, Yuta… Ahh~” you moaned, feeling him roll his hips as you could feel him move deeply inside you.

“Mhm, Boss knows your body very well, Princess,” Yuta cooed, kissing the top of your ear as he moved up and down, the bed creaking a bit as you were both sweating and moaning. “Ooh Yuta…!” You screamed in pleasure, resting your head on the mattress, “you’re fucking incredible at taking this dick, Princess,” he praised you, squeezing your ass, you moaned and panted heavily.

“Yuta, please go rougher, I can take it…” You begged, “I want you to go harder,” he scoffed, “you like it when I’m rough?” He fucked you roughly as you screamed and nodded desperately. A few minutes had passed as you laid completely flat on your stomach, feeling him finally cum into the condom. “Ooh Yuta…” You panted, tears rolling down your eyes as he kissed your left cheek.

“Whew, that felt fucking amazing,” Yuta panted, slowly pulling out of your ass as he removed the condom to squirt on your ass and lower back. He watched his semen dripping on your ass. “My, I sure made a mess on you, Doll,” he cooed and licked his lips, discarding the condom into the trash can. He squeezed your ass as it was slightly covered in his ejaculation. You looked back and blushed, “you aimed to squirt on my ‘daddy’ tattoo, didn’t you?” You stared at him in disbelief and scoffed while still breathing heavily. He let out a soft chuckle and smiled at you blushing, “maybe~ that fine ass really needed my autograph,” you sat up as he kissed you deeply.

“Mmh, then why not just remove the condom altogether when you fuck me, Yuta…?~” You whispered, looking into his eyes while fluttering your eyes. “Mhm, I’m not getting a coworker of mine pregnant, Princess.” Yuta replied, pulling you by the chin as you pouted your lips receiving another kiss from him.

"You know birth control exists, right?” You added, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled sweetly, “I know but let’s just enjoy safe sex, Doll,” he insisted as you rolled your eyes, “Nakamoto-nim so boring~” you teased as he laughed before standing up and lifting you over his left shoulder, “mhm, I’ll show you something that’s not so boring later,” he slapped your ass on the way to the bathroom.

You two finished washing off as you were ready for a third round of sex, this night felt incredible to the both of you, nonetheless.

Yuta was softly making out with you, a few giggles left your lips. “Mhm, Babydoll,” he cooed, admiring your simple yet complex beauty. He had a hard time believing you were a few years younger than him.

“I love spending time with you, Yuta.” You confessed and blushed red when Yuta smiled, picking the blonde highlights of your hair and stroking them, “so unbelievably charming,” he smirked as you flicked his forehead, “–too late for any compliments on my hair now, hmmph.” You scoffed sassily as he chuckled and looked at you with puppy eyes, “what? You didn’t compliment my hair at the office and you’re trying to make up for it now?” You whined, folding your arms as he pouted a bit.

“Mhm, you’re really one woman who needs constant attention and reassurance, huh?” Yuta cooed, patting your hair as you poked the inside of your cheek and remained silent. “Mhm, no words for your Boss?” He cupped your face, staring into your eyes as you looked down and blushed. He sat you on his lap and kissed you, “if you keep giving me the silent treatment, I’ll make you scream for me again, Princess,” you closed your eyes as he started to make out with you. His right hand dropped from the side of your jawline and slid down to your inner thigh, he started rubbing the area.

“Mmh… Mmh… Y-Yuta…” You whimpered, seeing him detach his tongue from yours. “Finally decided to speak up?” Yuta scoffed, pulling you by the chin with his left hand as you nodded. “Mmh. You’re such an asshole.” You crossed your arms as he chuckled, holding onto your ass. “You’re always playing so hard to get,” you pouted flusteredly, “why didn’t you compliment my hair at the office?” You huffed bratty as he chuckled.

“Because I can’t afford to be seen unprofessional and flirting with a colleague at work, Doll,” Yuta whispered as you licked your bottom lips. “Especially not when my high school friend is there, and you know that we can’t flirt in public or at the office, Princess.” He explained as you kissed his lips. “Do you like me?” You asked, holding onto his shoulders as he looked at you before dropping his gaze to your breasts.

“Don’t ask such silly questions,” Yuta huffed, gently rubbing his thumb over your areola, you whined, “of course I like you.” He continued, looking directly into your eyes before kissing you. “–But we can’t be a couple,” he added, looking at you deeply as you pouted at his response. “Is it because I’m not your type…?” You asked, fluttering your eyes as he held you close. “You’re too young for a man like me, Doll.” He replied honestly.

Hearing that sentence hurts your heart a little. You’ve always seen Nakamoto Yuta as the ideal man of your dreams, although he’s a bit older than you. You couldn’t help but hope he would one day fall for you, somehow.

“–Besides, you should find yourself a good-looking boyfriend, a kindhearted and responsible man.” Yuta pulled back before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re so mean,” you huffed coldly, getting off his lap as you stood in between his legs. He poked the inside of his cheek, “mhm, your Boss being ‘mean’ is nothing new, Doll,” he cooed, groping your ass before stroking it.

“I didn’t know you were the type to bring up the age-gap between us.” You scoffed, clenching your fist stubbornly. “ Yuta chuckled, spreading his legs widely as you were clearly distracted by his big hard dick. “Mhm, young women like you get so easily attached, hmm?”

“I’m not that young, you make it sound like I’m an immature brat… I’m fucking 27 years old!” You huffed, crossing your arms as he chuckled, “mhm, my, my.~ You get so easily frustrated and agitated, huh?” He reached over to stroke your chin, you looked into his eyes innocently.

“You’re young and dumb that’s why you get easily attached to older men like me, Princess.” Yuta scoffed, looking at you with slight amusement as you pouted your lips. “You’re not that old…” You rubbed your arm, then blushed red as he moved his hips forward a little. “Mhm, 31 years, you don’t mind the four years gap between us?” He huffed cockily as you shook your head eagerly. He scoffed and he made you kneel in front of him.

"You need to learn some discipline,” he shoved his dick into your mouth as you started to suck him eagerly and obediently, “you look so pretty full of Boss’ dick,” he pulled your hair as tears formed in your eyes as he thrust a few times, causing you to gag as he sighed, slightly rolling his neck, “youngsters like you are stubborn, desperately falling in love with bad men like me,” he scoffed, watching you glare at him as he smiled.

“Mhm, what a sexy expression,” Yuta cooed as you started to deepthroat him. He rubbed the back of your neck and smiled, admiring how you were drooling all over his dick, “you really know how to make a man like me cum,” he scoffed, fucking your mouth a little as he started to cum down your throat. Your breasts were slightly covered in his semen as you giggled, licking your lips while tasting his load. “My, Boss is mean, I really left a mess on you,” he helped you stand up and placed you onto his lap.

You hugged him as Yuta leaned in for a few kisses, “mmh, I like it when you’re mean to me, Yuta…” You pouted, cuddling his chest as he patted your back. “–It makes me excited and super turned on~” you cooed and snickered, he looked into your eyes and chuckled, “what a naughty lady,” he stroked your chin before slowly making out with you. “Mmh, Yuta…” You lay on your back on the bed as he was next to you, cuddling your face, “mhm?” He hummed, embracing you close, “why can’t you be my boyfriend?” You hummed, resting your jaw in your palm as he chuckled.

“Y/N, don’t be foolish,” he scoffed, dismissing your sudden question as you fluttered your eyes and supported yourself with both hands on the mattress. “–But I’m not… I’m being serious, Yuta…” You admitted straightforwardly, deeply looking into his eyes. “You know…” Yuta whispered, stroking the blonde strands of your hair as he looked deeply at you. “You should find yourself a good boyfriend of appropriate age,” you pouted as he kissed your forehead. “But I want to date you…” You sulked as he chuckled, seeing you blush red as he gave you a short kiss on the lips.

“I’m a complicated and difficult man, Park Y/N, dating me isn’t easy.” Yuta confessed and cupped your cheek before continuing to speak, “I’m a single dad with a daughter from a previous marriage after all,” he sighed, pulling back whilst staring at the ceiling. “I don’t care if you’re a divorced man, I just want to be yours…” You insisted, placing your hands on his chest before kissing him softly. “You’re just confused, Y/N,” he told you, pressing his forehead against yours, “I’m not the right man for you,” he spoke when you looked into his eyes.

“–Yet, you find me attractive, don’t you?” You mumbled, placing his hand on your left breast as you fluttered your eyes, “of course I do, Princess,” Yuta scoffed, playing with your nipple as you gasped, “your fierce and passionate personality paired with that beautiful body of yours,” he leaned in, kissing your jawline before leaving a hickey on your collar bones, “–it’s hard for a man like me to not get attracted to you.” He admitted as you blushed red before making out with him.

The next morning...

“Gosh, aah!” You moaned, sitting on the counter as Yuta was roughly fucking you. “I know, Princess, it’s frustrating,” Yuta sighed, holding onto your knees as he kept going at a fast pace. “We’re going for only one round,” he placed a kiss on your lips as you closed your eyes, “–I have to drop the girls at school,” he threw his head back as you pulled him by the tie and made out with him. “I-It’s fine, as long as we get to bang before you go,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders. “–Then I’m more than happy,” you moaned, throwing your head as he hugged you close.

“My, didn’t know dicking you down could make a young lady this happy,” Yuta cooed and chuckled as you blushed red, closing your eyes flusteredly. “I can't help it… I’ve never been this turned on and so energetic before while having sex…” You whined, watching your breasts jiggle roughly as he held you closer, “mhm, you must really enjoy this, huh?” Your breasts were rubbing up and down against his chest as you whined and panted. “Are you dropping by the office later or is university holding you hostage?” He whispered, holding you in his arms as you rode him a little.

“I don’t know, I’m going to the office later that’s for sure…” You panted, watching the drops of yourself leak on the floor and down your ass. “Mhm, that’s my girl.” Yuta cooed and smirked before kissing you deeply. “Aah!” You screamed, climaxing when he groaned, cumming into his condom as you both panted heavily. “Y-You’re so incredible, Yuta,” you panted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he smiled in relief. “Mhm, Boss knows this pussy too well, Princess,” he pulled out and discarded the used condom into the trash can. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?” He offered you the menu cart and sat on the couch, ready to dial the room service.

You jumped down from the counter and went to the bathroom to pee. Then you washed your pussy with hot water, “mmh, dunno, do they have waffles or pancakes?” You dried yourself with some tissues before slipping on your panties. “They have Belgian waffles with fruits, dark chocolate sauce, and whipping cream on the top.” Yuta said, putting on his boxers, you wore your sports bra. “They also have American-style pancakes with butter and syrup,” he added as you lay on the couch. “Mhm, I’ll go with Belgian waffles then,” you flipped onto your stomach, “American pancakes are too sweet for my taste,” dangling your feet back and forth. He put on his white t-shirt and took a quick glance on your ass before chuckling.

“Mhm, nothing’s sweeter than your pussy, Princess,” Yuta smirked, squeezing your ass, you stared at him and giggled, “you sure we can’t go for another quick round?” He shook his head and dialed the number, ordering breakfast for you. “Mhm, don’t tempt Boss like that, Doll,” he warned you, watching your hand rub and stroke the outline of his boxers.

Later that day...

“Papa, I’ve found a new tutor, her name’s Ms. Park,” Yuka said while face timing Yuta on the laptop, “ah, good job, Yuka-chan. You know what to do, right?” He asked her, “I’ll text you the important questions, right away,” he informed her and used his phone, playing with a pen in between his fingers. “So you basically want me to interrogate her?” She mumbled, “–sheesh Papa you’re too much,” she whined, rolling her eyes and frowning.

“You’re just going to ask her some questions, if she gets suspicious of you just tell her that you’re curious about her, that’s all,” Yuta added, taking a sip of his water bottle, “yes, understood Papa.” Yuka nodded, “anyways, where do you want to eat dinner?” He said, writing in his notebook as he looked at her, “mmm, I dunno,” she pouted and tugged some hair behind her ear, she looked rather irritated by something.

“You seem so tense today, is something wrong?” He asked, looking at her deeply as she shook her head. “I’m just tired, sorry for worrying you, Papa,” she mumbled before looking up, “take care, call me if you need me to come and get you,” he reassured as she nodded slightly, “see you, Papa.” She waved before hanging up.

“–Yah, there’s that weirdo Akiyoshi!” A boy walked up to Yuka when she stared at him, “what do you want now, Richard?” She scoffed, putting on her headphones as she tried to ignore him. “Listen to me, when I’m talking to you, bitch!” He yelled, snatching her headphones as she sneered, “hey, give it back!” Yuka yelled, reaching for them as he laughed, “wow you Japanese people seriously have no manners,” he waved them back and forth as she sighed.

“Richard, please give my headphones back,” she said as he raised an eyebrow, “that’s better, well then - how about you beg for it?” He laughed as someone pulled him by the hair, “–what is it that you don’t understand?” A girl tightened her grip around Richard’s hair as he whimpered like a little baby, “o-oww, stop it!” He yelled loudly.

“Chisa-chan…” Yuka mumbled, looking at her friend standing up for her. “Give Yuka-chan her headphones back before I make you bald, Richard,” Chisa demanded, pulling his hair tighter as he screamed, “okay! Okay! Here…” Richard placed the headphones on the table as she let go of his hair, he ran away cowardly.

“Chisa-chan, you saved me!” Yuka said happily before hugging her, “thank you,” she added as Chisa smiled in relief, “no problem, that chaebol guy’s full of himself,” she scoffed and sat across the table. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” She asked, looking at her as Yuka looked down.

“He just pulled me by the hair earlier during the break, but a teacher saw it…” She mumbled weakly, “I don’t feel the pain but I felt bad for lying to Papa about it…” Yuka confessed, reading her book. “You should tell him about that Richard, I’m sure your father could put him into place!” Chisa scoffed before opening a packet of strawberry Pocky, “you know that I don’t like being a burden to Papa…” She hummed before taking a piece of matcha Pocky, “I guess… then I’ll have to constantly watch you in case that chaebol brat shows up again.”

You wore a simple black floral crop top and a short skirt, along with a pair of sneakers as you grabbed your tote bag before heading out. These apartments were recently renovated, according to Yeonwoo. You followed the directions on Naver's map as you rang the doorbell. The door opened as you entered the building and headed up to the 9th floor.

You gently knocked on the door as it opened, “mmm, you’re quite early, Ms. Park,” the little girl hummed, scanning you up and down. “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Ms. Park Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Ms. Akiyoshi.” You bowed as she left the door open for you to enter, “hi, my name’s Akiyoshi N. Yuka, please place your shoes on the shoe rack,” she said before walking into the living room.

You were surprised by how huge the apartment was, “here, please wear these slippers when you’re inside,” she said, placing a pair of slippers as you wore them, “ah thank you,” you bowed as she walked, naturally you followed her.

“Wow, you have a very nice place, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you looked around as she giggled, “mmm, you think so?” You nodded, “anyways, should we get started on your English lesson, Ms. Akiyoshi?” You asked, taking books out of your tote bag as she hummed, “ah yes, let’s go to the kitchen,” you followed her down the hallway that led to a fancy modern kitchen, a stainless steel gas top, and top-quality brand appliances. You noticed a few Japanese cookbooks on the shelf as she offered you to sit on the round leather stool near the kitchen counter. You bowed and sat.

Holy shit this chaebol kiddo must be fucking rich because this kitchen looks so unreal it’s like the one kitchen you can only see and afford in your dreams…

“So do you have experience in teaching English, Ms. Park?” She asked you, “uh, yes. During high school I was abroad in the USA for about 2 years for an English program,” you answered as she noted it. “Do you live with your parents or do you live in a dorm?” She looked at you, “I live by myself, in a small apartment.”

This shit almost feels like a job interview. What’s with this chaebol kiddo…? Is she going to do a background check on me too?

“Alright, so you mentioned that you're a university student and that you have a part-time job at an advertisement company,” Akiyoshi hummed, flipping through a stack of papers, “wait, hold on, what do these questions have to do with our tutoring classes?” You asked, looking at her in confusion.

“Mmm, sorry, my dad told me to ask you these questions,” Akiyoshi hummed, smacking her lips as she rested her head in her palm, “but why?” You asked, looking at her in concern, “mmm, dunno you can say that I’m super wealthy,” she rolled her eyes and had a sly smile before meeting your eyes, “–and so I don’t need peasants to spread rumors or malicious comments about me and my father.” She scoffed sassily, staring at you.

“Ah I see, that makes sense,” you nodded sarcastically, fucking chaebol kid… “–sorry if I doubted you.” You mumbled, opening your English dictionary, “anyways, let’s get started,” you smiled as she moved closer and showed her homework, “today I need help with learning irregular verbs,” she hummed, pointing at her paper as you nodded.

“There are so many irregular verbs, how could I possibly memorize them all?” Akiyoshi pouted, writing down the past particle of to be. “Mmh, you can start by using them daily in conversations,” you suggested, smiling as she scoffed, “easy for you to say Ms. Abroad,” she rolled her eyes sassily.

Damn… Yeonwoo wasn’t joking when she said chaebol brats would be a challenge. In fact, it’s one hell of a challenge.

You stood up to stretch your arms. “Anyways, what’s your favorite subject, Ms. Akiyoshi?” You looked at her as she hummed, glancing at the ‘Daddy’ tattoo on your lower back. “Korean and chemistry,” she replied, handing her paper to you, “is it correct?” You looked and nodded, “yes, well done, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you folded your arms and smiled.

She traced her fingertips on your shoulder’s ‘69’ tattoo. “–Did you get those tattoos done here or in the States?” You looked at her, surprised, “well, most of them were done here, I only had my piercings done in the States,” you replied, pointing at the piercings in your right ear. “I see, I don’t really see the appeal in getting something that stays permanently on the body,” she twirled her hair around her finger, “well, they’re sorta meaningful you know,” you stroked the cross on your right arm.

“Mmm, my Papa says the same, he also has tattoos,” she tapped her fingertips on the counter, “care to stay a little for some tea?” She looked at you, “oh I’d love that, Ms. Akiyoshi,” you nodded and smiled, “hope you like Matcha,” she hummed, boiling some water on the stove, “Matcha… isn’t that some kind of Japanese tea?” You asked as she nodded, “correct, well I’m Japanese after all. It looks like you’ve been paying attention while stalking my profile, huh,” she added sassily as you laughed awkwardly, “you can say that…”

Man, what’s with this brat’s attitude? She’s seriously testing my patience…!

“Just kidding, don’t take it too personally, almost everyone knows what Matcha is,” she giggled, pouring hot water into a cup and whisking it with the powdered Matcha for you, “I wasn’t taking it personal…” you mumbled flusteredly as she scoffed, “oh you so were!” She laughed, handing you a cup as you thanked her.

“By the way, just call me Yuka, you don’t have to address me by my last name,” Yuka scoffed, “it’s too formal for me and I dislike that,” you nodded, “alright, I understand, Miss Yuka,” you sipped your tea and smiled, “wah, it’s really good, you’re excellent at brewing tea, Miss Yuka!” You praised her as she scoffed, “I know~ you could say that I'm a tea connoisseur,” she smirked as you giggled, “you sure are, never tasted Matcha made so delicious and this tasty.” You complimented her when she was staring at you up and down.

“What is it?” You asked, looking back at her. “Oh, nothing. It’s just that…” She spoke and stopped her sentence midway. –“That what?”

“–I’m just surprised to have such a pretty and stunning tutor this time, that's all, Ms. Park,” she pursed her lips and scoffed, you were slightly taken back by her sudden compliments. “Thank you, Yuka…” You blushed and showed a small smile, rubbing your arm shyly. “–That probably explains the many hickies you failed to hide, heh,” she raised an eyebrow before scoffing sassily, tapping the back of her neck while smirking.

“H-Hey Yuka, that’s so rude!” You yelled flusteredly as Yuka giggled, finishing her tea.

This feeling… Why does her sense of humor and teasing remind me of a certain and special someone…

“Thank you for teaching me today, Ms. Park,” Yuka bowed and looked at you wearing your shoes, “thank you for having me over,” you bowed too as she showed a small smile. “You know… your tanned skin is very beautiful, it reminds me of pretty Hyorin from SISTAR,” she admitted, looking at you. “Wah… You think so…? That’s too sweet, I’m getting flustered!” You giggled and blushed slightly. “Well, I’ll see you next time, bye-bye.” You smiled and waved, leaving her apartment.

Yuka smiled before dialing Chisa’s number, “so how did it go?” Chisa asked in curiosity, “mmm, it went quite well. I think this tutor’s quite extroverted this time, I like that,” she hummed, “anyways, when are you coming over? We can go buy snacks and game together,” Yuka smiled.

“Yah, I think I did okay on the tutoring gig,” you said nonchalantly on the phone with Youngji, “mmm, Unnie, you think so?” She huffed, applying mascara on her eyelashes, “coming to the nightclub in Itaewon, later?” You shrugged your shoulders while holding onto your tote bag, “mmh, dunno, maybe?” You walked towards the bus and got in.

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I think I'll try and make the upcoming parts a bit shorter because reading this and correcting it was a HUGE PAIN IN THE ASS. As per usual, thank you a million times for reading and looking at my fanfic. And most of all, thank you for all your patience and support. 💗

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feverishly-kpop · 11 months

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Haechan & NCT Dream - Car Sickness

The feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to Haechan. He had felt in countless times before and he’d feel it countless times in the future. But that didn’t make it any less unpleasant as their van wound it’s way around curves and over more hills than Haechan had ever realized were in the entirety of South Korea.

The feeling of uneasiness in his stomach was soon accompanied by an uncomfortable heat rising in his body. There was no denying it. Haechan was getting car sick. Again.

The members of NCT Dream were on their way back from a weekend trip of camping where, frankly, they did far more drinking and goofing off than sleeping. Accordingly, nobody else had any trouble falling asleep almost immediately as they set off on the four hour ride back home. Haechan was wishing for sleep but it never came. Instead he found himself trying to figure out how long he could conceivably make it before his nausea got the best of him.

He cracked open a window hoping that some fresh air would cool him down a bit. For the next few minutes Haechan was able to relax, taking in the cool air, until Renjun stirred next to him.

“Would you mind closing the window” Renjun asked quietly, not even opening his eyes. “It’s…” he struggled to find the word in his half asleep state. “It’s cold.”

Haechan sighed. It would have been so easy to tell Renjun that he was feeling poorly. Then he wouldn’t have to suffer alone. But one glance at Renjun scrunching his nose and pulling his sweatshirt tighter around himself as he dozed back off was enough to change Haechan’s mind. They all needed the sleep and Haechan wasn’t about to take that away from Renjun.

“No problem” he said quietly as he rolled up the window, instantly feeling the queasiness set back in as he did so.

*~*~*~*~*~

Haechan made it another half hour before he knew that he needed out of the van. Immediately.

He took some deep breaths, trying to calm his stomach enough to let somebody - anybody - know that he was on borrowed time before his breakfast reappeared.

“Hyung,” Haechan tried to get Mark’s attention in the passenger’s seat in front of him, but his voice was nothing but a whisper. Gathering what little strength he had left he leaned forward, tapping Mark on the shoulder to wake him. His stomach lurched violently in the process.

Mark spun around quickly, startled from being woken so abruptly, meeting Haechan’s wide eyes.

“Donghyuck-ah,” Mark said, now wide awake. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to pull over” Haechan responded quietly, his face scrunching uncomfortably as they hit a small bump. “Now” he added, the urgency evident in his voice.

Mark instantly recognized what was going on and indicated to the driver that they needed to pull off.

The moment the van was in park Mark threw his door open, jumping out to get Haechan out of the van as well. He was able to unbuckle his dongsaeng’s seatbelt and get him to his feet before Haechan took a few staggering steps forward. For a moment Mark thought it may have been a false alarm, but his hope was short lived. After taking a few deep breaths Haechan stumbled toward the guard rail on the side of the road, pitching over top of it to be violently ill.

Mark grimaced for a moment before kicking into action, rubbing Haechan’s back as he continued getting sick.

Renjun was the next one out of the van, having been woken by the commotion. Without a word he popped open the hatch of the van, rummaging through the cooler for some cold water and placing it on the nape of Haechan’s neck to offer some comfort.

After a few minutes Haechan sank to his knees, letting out a tired groan.

“Hey, you’re okay” Mark said, helping him into a seated position with his back against the guardrail. “Carsick?” he asked, getting a nod in response from Haechan.

“Take some small sips” Renjun said, sitting down next to Haechan and offering the water bottle. “Not too fast though, okay?”

Mark turned around to find another member watching from the doorway of the van with panicked eyes. He couldn’t help but smirk at the look on Jisung’s face.

“He’s fine, Jisungie, just a touch of car sickness. You know it happens to him from time to time” Mark said reassuringly. “But please make sure that Chenle stays asleep…we don’t need him getting sympathy sick again…” Mark and Jisung both shuttered at that, recalling a memory that they’d rather never think about again.

Mark turned his attention back to Haechan as Jisung quietly closed the van door. Taking a good luck at Haechan he noticed how pale he was. Renjun had clearly taken notice too, easing Haechan’s head to his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry…” Haechan started but was cut off by his hyung.

“Don’t be sorry. It happens. Are you feeling a little better now?” The last thing Mark wanted was for Haechan to feel guilty on top of sick.

Haechan responded with a nod before speaking up.

“I’m feeling a little better but I’m scared to go back in the van” he said, his eyes cast down. Mark understood instantly that he felt like he might get sick again once they were back on the road.

“I know,” Mark said softly, running a hand along Haechan’s cheek. “But we can’t walk home, that’ll take way too long” he added, getting a small smile from Haechan.

“Do you have any of your motion sickness tablets?” Renjun piped in. Haechan shook his head.

“I didn’t realize till we were packing that I was out of them. I thought I’d be fine” Haechan replied. “Stupid…”

“Maybe there’s somewhere we could stop” Renjun posited. They were in what seemed to be the middle of nowhere but there had to be a petrol station around somewhere. One could hope at least.

Mark pulled out his phone, thankful to have service, and searched for any possible nearby business that might have medication for Haechan. Relief washed over him when he came across a petrol station just about ten kilometers away.

“Think you can make it a few minutes? We can get you some meds at the next stop” Mark said hopefully. Haechan thought it over for a moment before agreeing.

Mark helped him back to the van, this time sitting him down in the passenger’s seat so he had a little more personal space. Renjun scrounged through the back of the van until he found the bucket that was hey had been using to keep their drinks on ice for the weekend. He handed it to Haechan without further comment, both of them hoping that he wouldn’t need to use it during the short drive.

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Haechan managed to make the drive without getting sick, but immediately leapt from the van upon arrival to the petrol station, beelining to a nearby tree to be sick again.

Renjun followed him while Mark grabbed his wallet and headed into the shop, hoping that they had some sort of medication that would bring Haechan some much needed relief.

A few minutes later Mark returned with some tablets and a bottle of Gatorade in hand.

“Mark-hyung to the rescue” Renjun said lightly, grabbing the bottle from Mark and opening it while Mark read the directions on the tablet box.

Once Haechan had taken the medication they helped him up off the ground and to a bench, wanting to make sure that the medication had time to kick in before they resumed their drive home.

“Next time I try and leave without medication, just kill me instead” Haechan said, breaking the silence after a few minutes.

“We will” Renjun quipped back. “I have no interest in seeing that again.”

Mark and Haechan both chuckled at that.

“Savage” Mark said turning to Haechan and looking him over, relieved to see his color returning to normal. “Think you’re ready to get back on the road?” he asked Haechan tentatively. Haechan nodded in confirmation.

“We can stop again if we need to” Renjun said, extending a hand to help Haechan off the bench.

“I think I’ll be okay now” Haechan responded, “but I’ll hang on to that bucket just in case.”

Just as Mark, Renjun, and Haechan returned to the car Chenle stirred in the back row.

“What’s going on?” Chenle asked, lifting his head from Jeno’s lap, who was still fast asleep.

“Nothing’s going on, we just made a petrol stop” Renjun cut in quickly, not wanting to make Chenle queasy at the thought of Haechan getting sick. That was the last thing they needed right now. “Just go back to sleep” he said in Mandarin. Chenle nodded tiredly, laying back down and disappearing from sight.

“You should try and get some sleep to, Hyuckie” Mark said quietly. Haechan nodded, relieved to be able to close his eyes and finally rest.

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THE LOVE OPERATION ; PARK SUNGHOON {teaser} · approx. 19k words

summary ▸ the plan was simple. pretend to date so you could get some annoying people to give you a break, and he could make his ex jealous. simple right? not when feelings got involved. pairing ▸ park sunghoon x fem!reader genre ▸ college!au, rich kid!au, fake dating!au, enemies-to-lovers!au; fluff, angst teaser wc ▸ 2.4k other characters ▸ original characters, all enhypen members, park jisung, brief mentions of kang taehyun and shin yuna warnings ▸ explicit language, food mentions, alcohol mentions and consumption (any members of enhypen who cannot drink do not in this fic), water/ocean mentions, jay and jake tease mc a lot, suggestive jokes, mentions of sex (but no explicit smut written at all). {teaser specific: explicit language, food mentions, brief mentions of alcohol, jay and jake tease mc a lot} song rec ▸ Tamed-Dashed : ENHYPEN / Arcade : NCT DREAM / Our Summer : TOMORROW X TOGETHER a/n ▸ hey guys!! since it’s summer i figured i’d share a summer-ish fic haha i realized this one was pretty fitting haha and also fake dating!au is one of my favorites so i’m pretty excited for this one. but anyway i’ve had this fic for a bit and i’m excited to share it with you guys!! :D it was really fun to write and overall i had a good time with this one!! i hope you enjoy this teaser >:) the full thing should be out hopefully between now and the end of next week!!

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IT’S BEEN A WEEK, AND THAT MEANS ONLY A WEEK AND A HALF LEFT BEFORE THE SUMMER TRIP. IT TURNS OUT THAT JUNGWON’S WORDS FROM A COUPLE DAYS AGO BOTHERED YOU MORE THAN YOU THOUGHT.

Jay and Jake haven’t teased you as much about it, but you thought about how they really don’t offer to set you up on dates as much as before. Should you try dating again? Don’t get it twisted, you don’t need to date someone, but now you’re feeling a bit stubborn and want to prove a point that you could, in fact, score a date.

This topic became prevalent again at a dinner that Jake planned for you all.

You wanted to get some good food and maybe a drink or two, so you accepted, and Jay, Jungwon, and Niki said they’d be there too. When you asked about Heeseung, Jake said he was busy with finishing cramming for one his last exams.

“Honestly, Sunoo’s been pretty busy too don’t you think?” you asked, you noticed he yet again couldn’t join you and your friends.

“I mean cut him some slack, he’s taking like five classes.” Jungwon said, honestly, you were surprised it would come from him.

“Says the kid who was gonna ask for permission to take six classes but decided against it at the last minute.” Jay countered.

“True.” Jungwon agreed without any resistance.

As you dug into some pizza, you noticed someone coming into the restaurant, and you wished you hadn’t.

Park Sunghoon walked in with a few other people. You saw Siyoon, and two other guys you didn’t recognize. He caught your gaze for a moment but no one else caught it, and he raised an eyebrow at you with that annoyingly attractive smirk—wait no, not attractive, just annoying.

“Hey man!” Jay said, and Sunghoon waved and sat down in the booth behind you.

“Is Siyoon here with him?” Niki asked as he tried to stuff an entire pizza slice in his mouth; in turn making you cringe.

Jay nodded. “Yeah, she actually is. I’m shocked.”

“Why’re you guys so interested in Sunghoon’s love life?” you asked and pulled your phone out—you look like Jungwon now.

“Oh I’m not, it’s just been kinda ridiculous how much they break up and make up,” Jay said and shook his head.

“Do they do this a lot?”

“Yes. More often than not it’s over something dumb, then they end up making out or some shit and then they’re back together, it’s tiring just watching. I’m glad I’m not looking for anyone, it seems like a hassle,,,” Niki explained while chewing his food.

You scrunched your face up, that did sound tiring. Why was Sunghoon so hung up on Siyoon? You had to admit, you were a little curious as to what she had that made him willing to put himself through that? It was any of your business though.

“So,” Jay said and leaned his elbows on the table as he looked at you. You didn’t like the look on his face, it was mischievous, he’s about to say something that’s going to make you want to punch him.

“How’s the searching for a date for the trip going _____?”

Yep, you really want to reach across the table right now.

“We’re talking about this again?” you asked and took a sip of your drink.

“Hey, you’re the one who said you could find someone. I’m just curious how it’s going.”

He’s not curious, he wants to tell you that he told you so and you couldn’t find anyone. Jake propped his cheek on his fist as he looked at you next to him. Niki is too engrossed in his food to care, and Jungwon—like always—is on his phone, you wonder what he’s so engrossed in.

“C’mon _____, tell us, any lucky guy yet?” Jake added in to tease you, he uses his other hand and pokes your side.

“I’ll answer for her, no one right?” Jay said and he sounded like such a know-it-all. Why did your friends enjoy teasing you so much? Then again, Jay teased all of you.

“How about we make a bet?” Jake said, and gosh, you wished he would stop talking.

“Alright, I bet _____ can’t find a date for the trip,” Jay said.

“Dude, why are you out for her?” Niki asked Jay, but he was laughing too. So you gave him a bit of a glare too.

“I’m not, this is just me wanting to prove I’m right.” he admitted, and the way he has zero shame just makes you wonder why you two are friends.

“Hey, let’s give her a fighting chance, I bet she’ll find the date but she’ll back out of it during the trip,” Jake said.

“That’s not much better Jake!” you yelled and punched his arm.

Jungwon cleared his throat loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “Guys, give her a break if she wants to find someone she can, but if she doesn’t, she doesn’t. You’re just picking on her now.” he said.

“Thank you, Jungwon.” you huffed.

“Sorry, _____.” Jay and Jake said like scolded children.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, and for a split moment, you had an idea.

A really, really stupid idea, but an idea nonetheless, just to get back at them.

They already apologized, and you knew they weren’t just trying to be mean, they do care about you. So you didn’t have to do this, however, you were feeling stubborn, and very petty.

“For the record, I did actually find someone.”

It’s at this, the table falls silent, and you have everyone’s attention.

WHY, WHY, WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! WERE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!

“Wait, what?!” Jay asked, and now he’s way more serious, eyes as wide as saucers.

“You actually found someone?!” Jake’s voice went up an octave.

Jungwon and Niki hadn’t said anything yet, just looking at you in shock.

There was no one, not at all.

Why in the world did you open your mouth? Your friends had already apologized, and there was no reason to snap back at them with this. You have never felt more ridiculous, but it’s too late to go back now, what’s done is done.

So what do you do? Keep going.

“Yeah, I did find someone,” you said and added emphasis to keep them anticipating—so you could come up with something believable.

“Well,” Jay sighed and leaned back in the booth, “I’m even more sorry now, you had me fooled _____. You’re out here.”

You smile as pridefully as you can at the moment—even though you were actually such a fake right now.

“So, how did this happen?”

“Well, you see, it’s a bit of a new development. We just decided to try and keep it private initially.”

Niki still had his jaw dropped, but he shook it off. “Okay okay, private or whatever, who is he?”

Who… Who is this non-existent boyfriend of yours? You had to think fast. There weren’t many ways out of this.

“He…”

The boys all lean in, caught in suspense. Jungwon is the only one leaning back still, looking at you unconvinced—his scrutinizing gaze was making you uneasy, he could always see through you, so you weren't sure how you were going to convince him, let alone any of your friends.

“He’s-”

“Hey, guys.”

You turned to see Sunghoon popping up from behind you, and then he looked at you. “_____, I didn’t see you, why didn’t you come and say hi to me when I came in?”

What?

You had to be saying that with your face because Sunghoon leaned down and then whispered something in your ear. The other boys looked surprised.

“Play along, trust me, I’m doing you a favor,” Sunghoon whispered, his voice low.

When he pulled back, that serious tone could’ve been something you imagined, especially with how he was smiling so fondly at you. You wanted to throw up, but he was right, Sunghoon must’ve heard your conversation. He’s saving you, but you know it won’t be without a price. You internally sagged your shoulders as you expected for him to have something he wanted from you later; but you still put on a shy smile.

“I was actually just talking about how we were keeping things private.” you said and looked away, pretending to be flustered. “They weaseled it out of me though. You came at just the right time.”

Sunghoon smiled at you and gestured at Jake to scoot over, which he did, a dumbfounded look on his face still. Sunghoon sat right next to you, his arm now around you and you’re tucked into his side now—you wanted to jump out of this booth so badly.

“You’re dating Sunghoon?!” Niki asked.

You smiled as confidently as you could. Jungwon narrowed his eyes on you and Jay and Jake were still in shock.

“Damn _____, I was joking when I said you guys were close, but you had me totally fooled.” Jake said as he shook his head.

“Does that mean when you two were talking with us about the trip a little while back, you two were dating then?” Jay asked, pointing an accusing finger between the two of you.

“No way, Sunghoon was still caught up with Siyoon, right?” Niki added.

Jungwon gave Sunghoon a disapproving look, he was painfully silent, you knew that he wasn’t convinced, it was all in his face. He was examining the whole thing, he could read you better than any of your friends—you’d been friends with him the longest, so it’s no surprise.

You had to do something that would really seal the deal.

“I’m the one who asked him out.” you started, and all the attention was on you now—even Sunghoon’s.

“You guys had been talking about how we were close, well, I’ve always had a bit of a crush on him and all. I just never worked up the courage, but when you guys initially teased me, I decided to suck it up and go for it. Sunghoon was willing to try it out and we hit it off.”

Would they believe that?

The others listened intently, no obvious reactions, it was awful how nervous you were. You deserved an Oscar for not breaking under the pressure of this lie.

Sunghoon simply watched and listened to your story in awe, he smirked though—he could work with this.

“_____ is right. It’s like Jake said before, I think Siyoon and I are a lost cause,” he said that with some bitterness, a little bite in his tone, maybe aimed at the girl you knew was sitting right behind you in the other booth—oh crap, she could hear all of this too, couldn't she?

“I decided to just go for it, but it turned out that we hit it off well.” Sunghoon rubbed your arm and brought you a bit closer as he looked at you. “I’m very lucky.” he said with the most believable tone of adoration. To top everything off, he leaned in and pecked your cheek.

Your cheek was now on fire, like he’d branded it with his lips. He sounded so sure, like this wasn’t all a lie. He was good at this acting thing.

“Dang, what are you guys, a rom-com?” Jake said teasingly and propped his elbow on the table, leaning his cheek into his palm.

“Yeah, it’s gross, stop,” Niki said and made a disgusted expression.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you guys at the summer house then. Just keep all that lovey-dovey shit to yourselves, all I ask is that you guys don’t just… make out in the open or something.”

Jake and Niki broke out into laughter, meanwhile, you had a smile on your face, but you had never wanted to punch Jay so badly—as if you’d ever make out with Sunghoon, who by the way, was laughing too.

You looked at Jungwon again and his expression was still unchanged, his brows furrowed and it’s as if you and him were the only two people in the booth right now. You knew exactly what his face was saying.

Are you serious right now? We’re gonna talk after this. It was plain as day, all over his face, and you gulped at the thought of Jungwon interrogating you later.

He knew you better than anyone, he was your best friend after all, he is well aware this doesn’t add up in his mind, you’re just going to have to convince him… Somehow.

“Hey, Sunghoon!” you heard from behind you, a voice you didn’t recognize. “Get back over here!”

“Just a second let me finish talking to my girlfriend alright?” Sunghoon responded and you felt a shiver through your body as he said the word “girlfriend”.

Sunghoon leaned into you just a bit and he smiled “I’ll text you tomorrow okay? We were supposed to talk about the trip but we both got super busy.” he gave you a disappointed pout and you had to remember this was all fake—he was too good at this.

“Oh,” you know you sounded dumb but oh well. “Right. Yeah, of course, we can talk more tomorrow. Go hang out with your friends.”

Sunghoon smiled again—why was it so bright and pretty?—then he pecked your cheek again, this one lingered just a bit. “Okay, talk to you tomorrow then.” he then got up and waved to your friends. “Bye guys.”

Your friends said bye to Sunghoon and watched him slip into the booth behind you again. Then all eyes were on you.

“What the fuck _____? Since when were you such a little secret keeper?” Jay teased.

You laughed and shifted in your seat a bit. More like a little liar, you thought to yourself.

“I told you guys we were just keeping it private initially. We didn’t know if we’d actually hit it off or anything.”

That’s reason enough right? You hoped it was.

“I mean, it makes sense I guess. It’s your business who you date. Still, Sunghoon?” Niki said with a judgmental tone.

“Niki’s right. I thought you guys were just acquaintances, didn’t know you had a whole secret relationship.” Jake said in disbelief, “Do you guys actually have a secret love child too?”

“You’re an idiot!” you yelled and shoved Jake as you all laughed.

This was not supposed to go this way. On top of Sunghoon swooping in and joining the lie. Life had a funny way of telling you things were going to get interesting this summer.

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mazeofyeni · 1 year

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( 📰 ) ... [030216] ⁀ ALLKPOP ARTICLE ࿐ !

posted by allkpopstaff, may 1, 2016

with the debut of upcoming infinite member group nct , sm entertainment shocked everyone when they revealed the final member as sm rookie ciara yoon...

Ciara , known as cece was introduced as a sm rookie back in 2013 . she was rumored to be in red velvet , but sm entertainment never commented on the matter ; so when red velvet debut with no sign of the girl , fans speculated that she gave up on being a trainee.

Earlier this morning fans were shocked to see the girl make a comeback after almost 3 years announcing that she'll make her debut to nct :

[ " to everyone who wondered where i have been and how i have been doing , i have been well , quietly training and planning my debut. i'm happy to announce that will be making my debut with nct in august. i hope everyone will accept me well , and i will try my hardest to be the best at what i do , thank you and i love you guys ... " ]

she is set to make her debut with the rotational unit nct dream , alongside other sm rookies , let's wish her well , and a good debut !

how does this make you feel ?

[+200, -1000] why is sm doing this ? adding a girl , they're sure to fail if they go along with this.

[+2067, -907] im really glad she didn't give up on her idol dream , i hope she does well in nct dream <3 !

[+1240, -2278] she doesn't even fit , why not make her a soloist if they want her to have all the spotlight, instead of having her take it away from the other hard working trainees.

[+782, -413] i don't know her , but she's doing a brave thing , and despite all the hate i hope she is able to have a good debut , and stays healthy !

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nori-the-cat · 10 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/nori-the-cat/750741462675767296/hi-nori-im-a-bit-shy-so-i-created-a-whole-blog

Actually yes! she suddenly felt extremely sick during the reading plus a really violent stomach ache. For as long as I’ve known her she has never had stomach problems so this is definitely something😳 also! if I’m not wrong she also mentioned that because the positions of the female trainees are so volatile rn, everyone is really tense because anyone can be added and deducted from the line up . And I forgot what card she pulled (I can go check but I rlly forgot) but she mentioned that they is potential for new trainees to be added (like shotaro only training for a month before being set to debut in NCT or jaehee from NCT wish who only trained 3 before being set in the debut group or giselle from aespa who trained only 11 months total and added into the debut line up immediately) and the short term trainees can cause tension within the potential line up because some of the long term trainees will face the loss of their friends + a bit of jealousy or more sense of unfairness because these girls will not have trained long and will make the line up. Do you have any thoughts on this or any similar feeling?

I genuinely thought reading tarot wouldn't give bodily reaction, but your friend experiencing it too is kinda alarming to me and it's about SM too 🤡 (we both shud be doing something far more productive than doing tarot readings for SM 😭)

Anyway, I'd like to add on the part where u said there will be new trainees added and they're trainees who trained for a short period, I see it. But I don't really see it? Do you get me? There's a lot of movement tho. Like a "You, you, and you" type of situation, almost like pointing fingers at the girls.

What are my thoughts? Hm...don't expect the NGG to debut any time soon...as bad as this sounds...SM is doing some kind of media play to attract people's attention

And what's my energy right now?

Well, let's find out...Will SM debut SMNGG towards the end of this year? the hanged man, nine of pentacles reversed, and six of pentacles.

Remember: Tarot isn't absolute. It offers guidance and potential interpretations. Ultimately, the decision rests with SM.

Based on the cards, it's more likely No, SM might not debut the girl group by the very end of 2024. The reversed cards suggest delays or a change in plans that push the debut into 2025 to ensure a more stable and impactful launch.

While SM might have initially aimed for a 2024 debut, the cards advise a more cautious approach. Taking the extra time to address the reversed Nine of Pentacles' concerns and foster a balanced dynamic (Six of Pentacles) could lead to a stronger and more successful debut in the long run, even if it means waiting until 2025.

SM has everything prepared for a late-2024 debut, but during rehearsals or final preparations, they identify areas for improvement. This could be anything from choreography needing more polish to a slight concept overhaul. While this might cause a delay, it ultimately leads to a stronger debut with a higher chance of success. The Six of Pentacles reversed could also suggest SM seeking additional sponsorships or partnerships to ensure a grand debut.

You know what? just another day in SM and their indecisiveness.

Also, don't be surprise if there is suddenly a foreign member who is completely not Korean or non-Korean that is not Asian. (Just a silly hunch). Again, SM and their indecisiveness.

#nori tarot

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astroyongie · 2 years

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"it was for Mark right ?" I feel like you forgot my question 😅 it was about how nct members think of yuta or how is his relationship with them but since 22 members is too much let's go with 1. NCT127 2. Wayv 3. NCT dream ^^

What Does NCT 127 Thinks Of Yuta

Note: Remmber to take this with a grain of salt. Enjoy !

Taeil: He sees Yuta as someone that struggles a lot with their mental health but never says anything about it. He sees Yuta as someone lonely, who doesn't sleep a lot and who can be very paranoiac. He thinks of him as someone who pushes away.

Johnny: Johnny him thinks of Yuta as someone who lacks understanding on the world, who doesn't make the good choices on his life, who is always confused. He thinks Yuta is irrational and isn't careful when picking up goals

Taeyong: He really sees Yuta as a friend, as someone he has a good communication with and who he can have fun with. He likes his presence and his friendship. However Taeyong also thinks of him as someone that should let go of things and that is a little too lazy on his work

Doyoung: Doyoung knows he lacks some understanding and there's a huge lack of communication between the two of them. Despite that, they still care a lot for one another and they have a particular friendship. Just like Taeil, he thinks Yuta pushes his friends away, that he doesn't take care of his problems nor does he is good at making decisions. He just gets disappointed on the world

Jaehyun: They too have a weird relationship, still Yuta talks. a lot with Jaehyun but this one sees Yuta as someone who isn't honest with their feelings and thoughts. He thinks of Yuta as someone who manages his money very well but spends too much too. He doesn't want to have a very deep relationship with Yuta, since he sees him as too turbulent, too ambitious ad thus, too impulsive.

Jungwoo: He thinks Yuta's eagerness is what brings him negative on his life, because Yuta can't manage his career and he doesn't take the most perfect paths either. He wishes Yuta would be more opened minded about certain things

Mark: He thinks of Yuta as someone strong, who has been through a lot of hardships but never failed. He really admires and appreciates him. Mark sees Yuta has someone who has no vulnerability

Haechan: He is aware that their relationship is mostly one sided, because Haechan truly cares and loves for Yuta even if Yuta doesn't on the same level. Their friendship is based on the actions, they are sometimes in good terms, sometimes in bad terms, and they seek balance in that.

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