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ocean-ai · 5 months
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I Love You ~ Yuta
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I know I've been gone for a while, but I wanted to post something for Yuta's birthday. Happy birthday, my love.
Pairings: Husband! Yuta X Female Reader
Genre: Fluffy smut
Word Count: 1,102
Warnings: Soft sex, slight overstimulation, cockwarming for like a second
He kissed your lips softly before he pulled away, eyes full of love and adoration. “Are you ready?” His tip was lined up at your entrance, waiting for you to say yes. Yuta kept his body close to yours, wanting every second and touch to matter. Even after all this time you’d been with him, you were still in awe that he was yours. He was gorgeous and he treated you like you were the only woman in the world. All you ever wanted to do was give the love right back to him.
You took in his features; admiring his swollen but beautiful lips, his messy red hair that he recently dyed to see if he’d like it, and when you looked down, you were reminded of the tattoos that adorned his skin and the little piece of jewelry on his belly button. You took in every part of him, loving that you were able to say he was all yours. And yours only, as he would say. Sometimes, you’re still in shock that he’s your husband.
You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss and you nodded. “Yes,” you whispered. Yuta smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. Of course, your smile soon changed when you felt him slowly push himself inside you. You gasped at the new sensation filling your body. Your face contorted from the pleasure, letting Yuta know just how good he made you feel already. Just being connected with him was enough for you. 
Yuta filled you up perfectly; like your bodies were made for each other. He gave you a minute to adjust to him before he slowly began to move his hips. Yuta leaned down to kiss you as he rocked his hips against yours. You moaned softly and held him close to you. You loved it when you and Yuta would make love like this. It felt especially better since you hadn’t seen him in a while. This was long overdue.
His sweet lips were on yours before traveling to your neck, kissing you slowly along with his hips. The pleasure that Yuta was already giving you was more than you could ever describe. He knew all your spots and all the places that drove you crazy. It seemed like Yuta almost knew your body better than you did. He was so gentle with you and he always made sure you were satisfied when you’d have sex. To him, it was a way to make sure you were taken care of. He was hardly ever focused on his own pleasure. Though, you always made sure that he was satisfied. 
Yuta took one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist before he moved a little bit faster inside you. You felt like you were floating from the pleasure he gave you. His pace was just right, not too fast or too slow. He pulled away from your neck and smiled at you, seeing your pleasure ridden face. He loved knowing that he was the one who could make you moan and have your body react the way it did now. 
You wrapped your other leg around him and interlocked your ankles, keeping him right where you wanted him. Yuta loved being close to you and when you’d have your legs on him; he knew it was your silent way of letting him know how good he was making you feel. You reveled in the feeling of having the man you loved close to you like this. You placed your hands on the nape of his neck and pulled him down for another kiss, lingering on his lips and wanting to feel him everywhere. You felt him smile into your kiss, letting you know he was enjoying every second as much as you did. 
Yuta angled his hips so that he was now hitting your spot repeatedly, making you pull away from his tender kiss to moan out loud. “Fuck, right there!” Your moans were music to Yuta’s ears, motivating him to make sure you were given the best orgasm possible. He wasn’t happy until you were. 
He quickened his pace slightly and you were caught off guard, but you loved it. You knew he was getting close to his climax based on his new rhythm. Of course, all you could think of was how deep he was inside you as well as how he kept hitting that sweet spot. Your body was so sensitive that when Yuta had reached up to tweak one of your nipples you shivered. He really knew just what to do with you. 
His other hand was on your hip, gripping tightly to keep you in place. You had started to squirm underneath him, and as cute as you were, he wanted you to stop moving. He held your hips down as he thrust quickly inside you. You were both getting closer to your orgasms, but Yuta had to make sure you came first. 
Yutah reached down between your legs and began to rub small circles on your clit, making you moan nothing but his name and random profanities. He smirked against your skin as he went back to kissing and nibbling on your neck, stimulating every part of you. His fingers were moving in time with his thrusts and you swore you could see stars. You could feel that familiar knot in your stomach begin to unravel with each passing second. “I-I’m gonna-“
“I know. Come for me, beautiful,” his sweet words were all you needed to let go. You felt your body tense up and your toes curl as your orgasm took over. You couldn’t even make a sound because it just felt that good. It didn’t matter how many times you’d been with Yuta, he always made you come harder than the previous time. You were one lucky girl to have a man like him. 
Yuta couldn't hold back anymore when he felt your walls pulse against his cock. As you came down from your high, Yuta moved his hips faster to reach his own climax, making you moan from the overstimulation that you not so secretly enjoyed. He knew it too. Yuta grabbed your hands and placed them over your head, squeezing them tightly as he came, painting your walls with his cum. He groaned and his hips began to falter as he came down from his own intense orgasm. 
Yuta stilled above you before leaning down and kissing you softly. You smiled into your kiss, keeping him inside you as you lay together. “I love you, Yuta. Happy birthday,”
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itstheoneshot · 5 months
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Kinktober Day 29
Dollification/Objectification - Yuta
!dom Yuta
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“How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?”
Yuta places one hand over your mouth to shut you up, while the other is three fingers deep in your cunt, stretching you out in preparation for him. Your relationship was purely physical, the attraction you shared was intense, fiery, a perfect representation of who you both were as people. Nights like this aren’t new to you, often called or visited in the early hours of the morning, drunk or sober, always horny. 
After a long makeout session in the entryway of your apartment, you were both naked, and you were growing more desperate and more… submissive by the second. Yuta had so much power over you, both physically and mentally, he knew how to command you, and how to transform you into exactly what he wanted.
You want to apologise, but remember his request, so instead you just continue to stare at him, attempting a blank expression although this is hard as he thrusts his fingers in particularly hard. It is demeaning to be laying under him like this, unmoving and unresponsive, but Yuta loves it, so by default, you love it too. He is hard, and you feel it with every grind into you, every second closer to having his cock, and holy shit, you need it.
You hope that your eyes are pleading, as words don’t leave your lips, and it takes every ounce of strength you have to hold yourself together as you cum around his fingers, your body shakes and you bite down on your lip so hard that it starts to bleed. Yuta groans at the sight of you, he can see just how much you are struggling and it turns him on tenfold. 
He pulls you through your first orgasm, and then takes his hand to his cock, stroking himself slick with your arousal, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment before focusing again, finding your entrance to tease at it with just the tip of his cock before slowly sliding in.
“You’re so much better like this,” He moans, “My toy to play with, to fuck whenever I want.”
Yuta starts off fast, not caring that you are barely through your orgasm, already oversensitive, he moves his hand from your mouth only so that you can breathe better, but you still had better not make a sound.
“My doll,” He teases you, “You fit me perfectly, you were made for me, weren’t you?”
He doesn’t want an answer, though you almost forget that, opening your mouth before shutting it again quickly when you see his expression change. As hard as you try, even with your mouth shut, muffled moans escape you as he fucks harder, faster, god, it feels so fucking good. Being used by him like this turns you on almost as much as it does for him. Soon though, he tires of the position, and pulls out of you to then flip you over onto your stomach, spreading your legs to fit between them, he guides your knees up so that your ass sticks out, perfecting the angle to thrust into you once more. 
You bite your hand now to try and stay silent, fists balled in the sheets while you take what Yuta gives, his cock deep inside you, body rocking with the force of his thrusts. His black painted nails dig into your hips as he pulls you back to meet him with every thrust, with each second it proves harder and harder to stay quiet.
“You’re nothing more than a hole for me,” Yuta growls, and you let out a gasp at the harshness of his words, “But you know that, don’t you? You like being filled, it’s all you know how to do.”
You can feel yourself begin to tense, both from the objectifying words that Yuta spits at you, and from the way that his cock makes you feel. You let your head roll to the side, giving yourself the freedom to stare at Yuta over your shoulder, smiling slightly as he catches your eye, tilting his head in another warning, though you can tell he doesn’t mind so much anymore, not when he has had you quiet for so long, and not when he is so close to finishing.
An exceptionally hard thrust has you cry out, breaking the silence, and Yuta groans in desire at the sound, now chasing that as well as his release, begging you to let go, telling you to no longer be quiet, but again to remember that you are purely there for his pleasure, his enjoyment, and right now the source of that enjoyment is the pitiful cries that leave you. 
You are screaming his name as you cum on his cock this time, clenching around him with force to bring him closer to his own high. It doesn’t take much longer, just some pleading from you, further whimpers and cries, pushing back into him as he thrusts into you is all that is needed to have him fall apart too, cock twitching inside you as he releases in hot bursts. The warmth is a familiar feeling, so used to it now after the many times he has done this exact same thing. He fucks you until he runs dry, no more left to give and he pulls out before moving off you and rolling onto his back on the mattress to your left.
His chest heaves as he comes down from his euphoria, pulling you closer to him to relax together, he brushes his red hair back off his forehead and then leans forward to press a kiss to yours. You know that he won’t be here for long, he never stays the night, and you don’t particularly want him to, but for now, this is nice, and welcomed after being so dehumanised and defiled.
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kinktober masterlist
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tedeehbear · 5 months
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right where you left me.
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pairing: jaehyun x reader
genre: angst, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers, small-town au
warnings: depression, smut warnings on part 9, minors DNI
summary: just when you think you can leave your past behind, a living breathing reminder of him moves to your small town.    
pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | finale
series completed.
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bloomingdayswithyou · 7 months
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Can I request a Jaehyun fict where m/n is jealous on how every girls wants to date Jaehyun but Jaehyun only had eyes for m/n
Only You and Me
Pairing: uni!student!Jaehyun x uni!student!male!reader
Words: 452
Warnings: none! Just kinda angst but not really. Also non!idol au
A/N: hello!! Thanks for requesting again. I really enjoyed writing this one!! Hope you like it as well🫶
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Amidst the lively atmosphere of the university courtyard, m/n found himself sitting on a bench, engrossed in his textbook. The warm breeze rustled the pages as he focused on the intricate details of his studies. Nearby, a group of students chatted and laughed, the hum of conversation providing a backdrop to his concentration. As m/n's eyes moved across the pages, a subtle shift in the nearby chatter caught his attention. A group of girls had gathered around someone, and their giggles seemed to grow in volume. Curiosity piqued, m/n discreetly glanced up from his book, only to find Jaehyun at the center of the gathering.
A flush of unease tinged with jealousy surged through m/n's chest. He watched as one of the girls playfully touched Jaehyun's arm, her laughter tinkling in the air. The knot in m/n's stomach tightened, and he couldn't help but wonder if Jaehyun noticed their interaction.
Just as m/n's thoughts began to spin, Jaehyun's warm gaze met his from across the courtyard. He held his gaze for a moment, a gentle smile curving his lips, before he subtly shifted his attention away from the group of girls. With a barely noticeable gesture, he raised his hand and pointed it towards m/n, as if to say, "Look, that's my boy." The simple act caused m/n's heart to skip a beat. It was as if Jaehyun had sensed his unease and wanted to reassure him in the most understated yet powerful way. M/n felt a sense of comfort wash over him, a reminder of the deep connection they shared.
As Jaehyun continued to converse with the group of girls, m/n couldn't help but admire the ease with which he navigated social interactions. His charismatic charm was undeniable, yet his gaze never lingered for too long on anyone but m/n. Even amidst the light-hearted banter and laughter, there was an underlying sincerity that set Jaehyun apart.
Finally, the group began to disperse, leaving Jaehyun standing alone. With a casual grace, he strolled over to where m/n sat, his steps purposeful and confident. As he approached, m/n closed his textbook and looked up, his heart fluttering at the sight of him. Jaehyun's eyes held a soft, affectionate gleam as he took a seat beside m/n. He reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind m/n’s ear, his touch tender. "Hey there," he greeted, his voice a soothing melody.
"Hey," m/n replied, his voice laced with a mixture of emotions. Jaehyun's fingers trailed along the back of m/n's hand, his touch reassuring. "I saw you watching," he admitted, his gaze never wavering. M/n's cheeks warmed as he averted his gaze momentarily. "I couldn't help it," he confessed softly. "It's just... seeing you with those girls..."
Jaehyun's thumb brushed gently over m/n's knuckles, his expression understanding. "I understand why you might feel that way, but please know that you're the one who has my heart. No one else." M/n's eyes met Jaehyun's once more, the intensity of his gaze sending a rush of warmth through his veins. "I trust you, Jaehyun," he whispered, he fingers intertwining with his.
A genuine smile curved Jaehyun's lips as he leaned in, his forehead resting against m/n's. "And I trust you. Our love is real, and it's stronger than any doubts."
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taey0ngsvape · 1 year
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everything has changed - taeyong
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“you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours”
pairing: taeyongxreader
genre: fluff
word count: 2.4k
contains: reader uses she/her pronouns, best friend mark, pining taeyong, getting together, reader’s love language is physical touch, kissing, tooth rotting fluff
summary: taeyong has admired you for as long as he can remember, but as his feelings for you change, he knows that he can’t keep them hidden anymore.
Taeyong watches your head fall back as you laugh at something Mark just said. A small smile plays onto his lips as your shoulders shake from the force of your laughter.
He loves your laugh. He loves everything about you actually, but your laugh was the first thing he really noticed after he first met you. Mark had been the one to introduce the two of you and from that first day, Taeyong thought you were beautiful and funny and kind, and his feelings for you had only intensified since then as he got to know you better. 
He likes spending time with you and Mark, because Mark was your best friend and he knew how to make you laugh. Sure, Taeyong wishes he could be the one making you laugh, but as long as he gets to see the joyful expression on your face, he doesn’t really mind. 
You turn to him, a wide smile on your face and his breath hitches. You look absolutely radiant and the way you’re looking at him is full of such fondness that it makes his stomach flip. “What do you think Tae?” you ask.
“About what?” he asks, because he hasn’t actually been paying attention to the conversation for at least five minutes now.
You playfully roll your eyes. “Are you even listening?”
“Yes!” Taeyong says defensively.
“Well, we were talking about whether Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle is better than Chihiro from Spirited Away. I think we’ve come to the conclusion that Sophie is considerably less annoying.”
“Chihiro was only a kid,” Taeyong points out. “Sophie had like… life experience.”
“But if you had to choose,” you say.
Taeyong shrugs. “I pick both.”
“See! I told you,” Mark says and immediately you turn back to him, continuing the conversation (that was really more of an argument). It was lighthearted and full of laughter and Taeyong is more than content to watch two people he loves enjoy each other’s company. 
Eventually, Mark has to leave, so Taeyong walks you back to your apartment. You loop your arm through his, something he’s become used to over the months you’ve known each other. You tend to be touchy with others, especially your friends. Every time you walk together, you’re always holding onto him in some way, whether it be resting your hand on his arm or intertwining your fingers. 
“Are you okay?” you ask, looking up at Taeyong, who has been deep in thought ever since you started the walk.
“Of course,” he says, like it’s a reflex. And it is true for the most part, except for the fact that he’s helplessly in love with you and has been for a while now, which is something he can never tell you. He can’t lose you, because as much as he’s attracted to you, you’re his friend first and he can’t imagine his life without you. 
“You just seemed a little… out of it, I guess,” you say. “You’re thinking about something. What is it?”
Taeyong doesn’t meet your eyes, afraid that if he does he’ll spill everything. “It’s nothing,” he says. 
You sigh softly. “You know you can talk to me right? I’m your friend.”
And that’s the problem, he thinks to himself. You’re his friend and that’s it.
“I want to help. Just let me into that pretty head of yours,” you say and his cheeks flush at the word ‘pretty.’
“It’s nothing,” he says gently. “Don’t worry about me.” 
He slings an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. You lean into his touch and he can’t help but feel like this is right. This is how it’s supposed to be.
But it’s not.
And that’s the problem.
He resists telling Mark until the last possible moment. He’s perfectly fine with keeping his feelings to himself, but eventually he can’t bottle them up anymore. He needs someone to talk to and there’s no one better than Mark, who’s not only his friend, but yours as well. If anyone is going to understand why Taeyong loves you so much, it’s Mark.
“Is everything alright?” is the first thing Mark asks him when they meet up to talk. All Taeyong had told him ahead of time was that he needed someone to talk to and that he trusted Mark the most.
“It’s nothing bad,” Taeyong assures quickly. “But I need you to promise that you’re going to keep this to yourself. This is something really personal and I don’t want anyone else knowing about it.”
“Of course dude,” Mark says. “This is your business, no one else’s.”
Taeyong smiles. “Thank you.”
Mark waits patiently as Taeyong gathers his thoughts, figuring out what he’s going to say, but in the end it proves to be completely futile because he just ends up blurting out, “I’m in love with (y/n).”
Mark looks a little surprised at first, so Taeyong keeps talking. “I have been for a while now. She’s just… I mean you know her better than anyone. You know that she’s kind and sweet. You know that she makes people laugh and can brighten anyone’s day. You already know that she’s loveable. And falling in love with her was easy. And now I don’t know what to do.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Mark says, and he offers Taeyong a smile. “And for the record, this makes me really happy. I love you and I love (y/n) and I’m glad you love her too.”
Taeyong mirrors Mark’s smile and looks down at his lap.
“You know,” Mark laughs, “Before I introduced you, I was afraid you weren’t going to get along. And I love both of you so much and I was so scared that you weren’t going to like each other. So personally, this is like… the best possible outcome.”
“Aside from the fact that she only sees me as a friend,” Taeyong points out. 
“Have you told her how you feel?” Mark asks. Taeyong shakes his head. “Then how do you know that?”
Taeyong gives him a look that says, come on man, be serious. “She asked me what was going on the other day and told me I could tell her anything because we’re friends. She only sees me as a friend.”
Mark looks at him sympathetically. “I think you should tell her man. There’s no real way to know unless you do.”
Taeyong shakes his head. He can’t.
Unfortunately for him, things don’t go as planned. As he falls harder, deeper, he quickly realizes that he can’t keep living like this. He can’t keep watching you laugh while not being able to pull you into his arms. He can’t keep looking at you as you smile at him while not being able to close the space between you and feel your lips against his own.
Which is new. Sure, the thought of kissing you had crossed his mind a few times, but recently it’s become all he can think about. You own what seems like 30 different chapsticks, all of them flavored differently and he wants to taste every one. He wants to cup your face in his hands and bring your lips to his, kissing you until he’s out of breath. Recently, it’s the only thing he wants.
So he tells Mark.
“You should talk to her soon,” he says. “You know she’s going home for a month in like... two weeks. I don’t mean to pressure you, but the clock is ticking.”
Which is how Taeyong ends up on your doorstep not even two hours later. He thought about buying flowers, but figured that was too much.
Once he knocks, he’s only waiting for a few seconds before the lock clicks and the door opens. You peek out and when you see him standing there you smile. Opening the door, you step aside so he can enter your apartment.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” you say, making your way over to the couch and patting the cushion next to you, beckoning him to come and sit down.
“I need to tell you something,” Taeyong says, cutting right to the chase. The butterflies in his stomach are going wild and he’s avoiding your gaze. He isn’t sure he can look at you when he says it, too afraid of your reaction. A look of disappointment, rejection. He’s not sure he could take it.
“Okay,” you say, and you put your hand on his knee, the smallest of touches but it makes him feel warm all over. “What is it?”
Taeyong opens his mouth, and then closes it again.
“I don’t have to give you the ‘you can always trust me’ talk again, right? You know you can tell me anything. I’m here to listen to your problems because I’m your friend.”
Taeyong sighs. “That is the problem.”
You go quiet for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”
“You’re my friend,” he says. “Just my friend. But I… I can’t help myself. I just wish you were more.”
“More?” you ask softly, and finally, he looks at you.
For a moment, he’s breathless. You look the same as you do every day, hair a little messy, wearing a big t-shirt that’s probably Mark’s, but you look beautiful to Taeyong. And he knows he’s helplessly in love with you. He can’t keep pretending that he isn’t.
So he says it. “I’m in love with you.”
Your eyes widen, but you don’t lean away from him or reject him, at least not immediately.
“I wanted to keep it to myself. I didn’t—I don’t—want to ruin our friendship. But every time I see you I just… I wish you were mine. And I can’t keep thinking like this without telling you how I feel.”
“Tae…”
“You don’t have to like me back. You don’t owe me anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel. And I’m sorry if this ruins things between us, but I hope it doesn’t because first and foremost, I like being your friend.”
“I like being your friend too,” you say. “But I’d like to be more too. I want to be yours. If you’ll have me.”
Taeyong is so surprised that he sits there shocked for a second, unable to speak. But once your words sink in he can’t stop himself from breaking into a wide smile. “I’d love that,” he says. “I’ll be yours for as long as you want me.”
You break into an identical smile. “I can’t see the future, but I imagine I’ll want you for a very long time.”
He blushes, and before he can back out, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”
Instead of answering him, you lean over and press your lips against his. It’s just a quick peck, testing the waters. He doesn’t even realize it’s happening until it’s already over, and it isn’t enough. Almost instantly, he’s cupping your cheeks in his hands and pulling you back to him, kissing you tenderly, much deeper than before. 
It’s everything he imagined and more. He swipes his tongue over your lower lip and is met with the faint taste of strawberries. Your lips part, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, and it takes everything in him not to groan into the kiss. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
When you break apart, you’re both breathless and Taeyong doesn’t let go of you, instead gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
“You are so beautiful,” he tells you because he can. He can tell you all the things he’s been thinking all these months.
You smile at him. “So are you. Sometimes it takes my breath away,” you admit. 
He laughs. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”
When he lets go of you, you snuggle into his side and almost instinctively he wraps an arm around you, holding you close to him. It feels so right and he loves it.
“Wanna watch something?” you ask.
“Sure,” he says. “You pick.”
“Only if you promise not to complain.”
“Then you better pick something good,” he teases.
As you scroll through various options he presses a kiss to the top of your head and smiles to himself, his heart filled with love.
Two weeks later, he’s at the airport with you, waiting at the gate for you to board your flight. You’ve been holding his hand for the past hour and he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb gently while you lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
As your boarding group is called, you stand up and stretch. Taeyong stands and pulls you into his arms. For a few seconds, all you do is stand in each other’s embrace and Taeyong presses a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m going to miss you,” he says, unafraid to admit it.
“I’ll miss you too,” you say with a soft smile. “But I’ll text you every day and call you as often as I can. It’s only a month.”
Taeyong sighs, looking at you.
“It’ll be over before you know it,” you tell him and as you smile, so does he.
You lean in pressing your lips to his and he rests his hands on your hips as you kiss. You break away before he wants to, but he knows you don’t have all the time in the world.
“I love you,” he says. 
It just kind of slips out, but he doesn’t regret saying it. He means it. He loves you and has for a while.
For a moment, you’re stunned, before you smile and say, “I love you too.”
He smiles at you, brushing some hair out of your face.
He kisses you one more time before you give him one last hug and then grab your suitcase and head for the boarding tunnel. You wave goodbye and he waves back, waiting until you disappear around the corner.
Before turning to leave the airport, he sends you a text.
Text me when you land. I love you
As he’s leaving the airport doors, his phone buzzes and he glances down at the screen to a text from you.
I love you too
He smiles at the screen before slipping his phone back into his pocket, a sense of warmth filling his chest. You love him. And it’s a wonderful feeling.
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winwinboo · 6 months
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ty soft hours
You move swiftly in the kitchen, cleaning up while the muffins are still in the oven, hands still wet from washing the dishes and a soft tune playing on your phone. you don't get startled when lean arms wrap themselves around your middle. It's natural actually, like second nature you lean into Taeyong's embrace, his head fitting perfectly on the crook of your neck. 
“Thought you were sleeping” you break the silence, head leaning into his, he breathes softly before speaking “I wanted to be around you” It's intimate,  not a single ounce of shame in his tone, it's love.
Taeyong is love in every word, every hug, laugh, kiss, every meal cooked and little pick me ups from your favorite coffee shop, he’s love in the form of a person. Love in a way you never thought you would be able to have, maybe deserve it… but he loves you naturally, loud or quiet, softly, tender and meaningfully.
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It's my first time posting on this account im kinda nervous tbh
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flowerinjuries · 1 year
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Hello i hope you are doing well. I’d like to request how NCT 127 would act around their crush. Thank you ☺️
how nct 127 acts around their crush
taeil
very flirtatious
but also a gentleman
he’s definitely not subtle about his crush on you
but you like how he treats you like royalty so you lead him on before you share your feelings
he loves doing small things for you like pulling out your chair for you to sit in or asking you if you’re comfortable
he loves to buy you things for sure
all the guys are in on your teasing of taeil
but taeil is very patient with you and respects you no matter if you reciprocate his affection or not
(of course you reciprocate!!)
johnny
he’s kind of an annoying asshole
likes to think he’s a funny guy
seriously he tries to be so witty and won’t quit making jokes until he sees you crack that smile he loves so much
calls you ‘bro’ to hide the fact he has a crush on you
says he treats all his friends the way he treats you but you see right through his lies
you know he has eyes for you
johnny loves to show off in front of you
whether that means shotgunning a beer or what idk but this guy wants to impress you
asks if you think he’s sexy
you just roll your eyes at him (but duh you think he’s sexy)
johnny is just a big flirty goof
when you finally confess to him his smile is so big and he just gives you the warmest hug
taeyong
superrrrr shyyyyy
he can barely talk around you :((
he just stares at you from afar
you might be a little creeped out at first but then you think it’s really sweet
taeyong asks the guys about you all the time “out of curiosity” but they all know he’s obsessed with you
taeyong doesn’t have the balls to do anything about his crush though
he longs for you
he loves to daydream about what it would be like holding your hand or how soft your lips would feel
you love to tease him to get a rise out of him
his ears turn so red and his cheeks blush a dark pink
he stutters on all his words
he’s so so cute when he has a crush :((
yuta
cocky
everyone knows he has a crush on you
hell, yuta tells you all the time
reminds you that he’s always there if you ever want him and that he’s the best person for you
says you two could be soulmates
he’s so annoying omg
talks as if you two are dating even when you’re not
he knows you’ll be his someday whether it’s sooner or later
you play hard to get but he’s confident and knows you like him back just as much
you definitely do
you just don’t want his ego to explode
he compliments you so much
has cute nicknames for you
he’s so loyal to you even though you’re not an official couple
yuta is patient and very very into you
doyoung
very quiet
but he observes everything you do
you just really intrigue him and he wants to learn more about you
he also thinks you’re really pretty
he barely talks to you though
finds that he would rather observe you
actually he might try pushing back his feelings
he thinks crushes are stupid
so you kind of anger him
because why do you make his heart flutter?
he’s very short with you and acts irritated
but you’re just too cute and you make him soft
this is when the guys notice somethings up
once you find out doyoung likes you, all you want to do is try to keep his attention
it isn’t long before you two finally get together lol
jaehyun
very mellow
also pretty straightforward
jaehyun knows what he wants
but he’s not pushy about it
he knows that you turning him down is definitely a possibility, but that thought doesn’t bother him
it would make him upset because he really likes you, but he’s very mature and just wants what’s best for you
but he’s dumb for even thinking you couldn’t like him back
you’re the one who kept trying to make moves on him, this guy just couldn’t take the hint
but once he realizes he wants you as his, he acts on it immediately
finally you two can be a happy couple <3
jungwoo
tells all the guys about you allll the time
you’re on his mind 24/7 literally he has no other thoughts
you just consume him
he’s so curious about you
sure he thinks you’re gorgeous, but you also interest him in a way no one else has ever done before
he wonders what you’re doing when you’re not in the same room
he loves loves loves talking to you
he babbles though and doesn’t shut up because he’s so nervous around you
you think it’s cute
he can barely make eye contact :(
so yeah it’s definitely you that has to initiate the relationship!
mark
tons of nervous laughter and awkwardness
he gets jealous when he sees you talking to literally anyone
because he just wants you to like him
having a crush makes mark insecure :(
he starts to get down on himself and thinks he’s not enough for you, that you deserve better
but he doesn’t feel that way when he’s around you
you just make him feel so so happy
if you flirt with him even just a little bit, he gets beat red and loses his mind
hes sooo cute when hes around you
one day though he decides he can’t take it anymore so he makes his move
you act ecstatic and this surprises him, but god he’s the happiest guy on earth!!!
haechan
he’s definitely not romantic lol
he’s kinda rude to you
loves to play fight or straight up argue with you
he just doesn’t know how a normal person should flirt
it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have romantic thoughts about you though
he thinks about you all the time
you make his heart swell and his palms sweaty
he’s so possessive of his crush lol
the guys will joke that they’re gonna ask you out, then donghyuck acts like he could kill them then and there
finally he decides to take some advice and ask you out
you jokingly say you’ll have to think about it… but then you punch him for being so stupid for not asking you out earlier lol
i hope you enjoyed this anon!! and to my readers, please please please leave asks!! i seriously love writing prompts! i want to know what you want to read! thanks <3
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Keep Her Satisfied For The Weekend (Teaser)
Yuta nakamoto x blk reader x Johnny Suh
Synopsis: between your past love with Johnny and being a sneaky link (with feelings attached) with Yuta. You're torn between the two putting your heart between choosing an old flame that burned you and the guy who can't let you in.
Warnings: nothing yet no smut here (yet) just to test the waters. Y/n is black so if your racist or anti black in any way shape or form this story is NOT for you nor is my page. Please exit and find a therapist that can help you unpack your racism.
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"Hey at least I'm not getting your sloppy seconds Nakamoto" Johnny sneers as Yuta bursts out laughing. Johnny glares at him trying to figure out what was funny.
"Sloppy? Oh, Y/n could never although her head game was sloppy when she came to me but don't worry daddy trained her right" Yuta smirked triumphantly crossing his arm as he looked at you from across the room. You were having fun with Monica, the two of you doing your own thing. Johnny pays attention to the direction of his gaze onto you.
"Daddy? That's crazy. She called me daddy last week" Johnny announced as Yuta looked at him in disgust. There was no way in hell you were fucking him. Not when he got back from Japan almost three weeks ago.
"Don't be ridiculous Y/n wouldn't go back to you. She's too good for you" this time Johnny laughs rolling his eyes. To him, Yuta was a fool. You belonged to Johnny. You were his girl and always will be. It's only natural you'd come back to him. It took you crying on his doorstep. He immediately knew you told Yuta how you felt. Him knowing Yuta, Johnny knew he ghosted you. Sure he was a rebound but it wasn't like Yuta wasn't one either. Karma. What Johnny called it.
"Oh, but she did. See while you left her alone for two months I made sure to keep your side of the bed nice and warm." Yuta then starts thinking about it. He knew something was off for the past two weeks. You had a new hairstyle, before it was different color wigs, with different curls and sometimes it was straight. Now here you are with your natural hair though it was relaxed with a bit of a curl. That Sunday morning he came to your doorstep, your hair was in these beautiful curly waves. You were even more beautiful than you were before. He noticed how your scent changed, you changed your perfume. From a sweet floral summer smell, to a husky amber sticky amber. That fall stickiness that lingers on your skin. Even your mannerisms were different. Your posture went from slouched to straight. You were more laid back to this proper posh princess. Your walk was slow and graceful for a confident stride. But that didn't mean you'd go back to Johnny. This was just not a very funny way to get under his skin. Just to irritate him. So far it was working, just the thought of you going back to HIM of all people.
"You fucked up and you know it Yuta. Instead of running from your feelings, you should've made it official. Now that ring I've been keeping is going right on her hand" with those words Johnny parted ways with the now-furious Yuta. His eyes are locked on you in an uncomfortable possession. Only the feeling of fear licking up his spine gave way to the clarity of your features. As he made decisive strides towards you.
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limi-pie · 10 months
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Like a butterfly part 3
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A/N: HI GUYS!🤠 IT’S BEEN A WHILE. ANYWAYS, finally chapter three is here!
So sorry it took so long, I hope you still have a lot patience for this fanfiction🙏🏽
I’m starting to get some ideas for the plot and the chapters, but in all honesty I was also on a small vacation, and another thing is: I’ve been working my ass off. Right now, I’m just really in need of some money because I’m fucking tired of this broke ass bitch (me) and this dumb ass inflation making me bad, sad and MAD🤬
We’re not going to discuss or talk about the constant
mood swings I had while writing this bitch while on my period, OKAY?👹😪🗿🥵💀💔💫
Anyways‼️ as always thank you for bearing with me. And thank you for liking, commenting, and reblogging my shit🌺
I very much appreciate every single one of you💞
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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader
Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Bruises, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Flirting, Nudity, PDA, Photography, Romance, Teasing
Warnings: Abusive toxic relationship, alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, fighting, friendship, friends with benefits, lots of JEALOUSY‼️ mixed feelings, smoking, violence; Yuta punching a few fuckbois cause Y/N’s being sorta sexually harassed, also him beating a random dude up... it’s not that bad though :T, violence.
Wordcount: 10,4 K (rip💀)
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Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.
Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re loved. 💚
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“Want to dance with me?” Yuta said, holding his hand out to you. You looked up and smiled, “Yes, I would love to,” you took hold of his hand and walked back to your friends.
Everyone looked at you two dancing happily. You smiled brightly as Yuta spun you around, and you giggled. The DJ suddenly changed the music and played the song “You Make Me Feel…” by Cobra Starship ft. Sabi. You hummed to the song, looking at Yuta as he did the same, “la, na-na-na-na~” The two of you began dancing and laughing.
And finally, you had fun at this party.
Suddenly Chaeyoung and Somi walked over, joining you in dancing, “where are the others?” Yuta asked, “Jungkook and Johnny are outside smoking,” Somi explained. “The two of you seemed to have a lot of fun,” Chaeyoung giggled, “of course we are, I mean it’s been a while since we last attended a party,” you chuckled when Yuta was looking at you and smiling. (Chaeng’s outfit)
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Somi elbowed Chaeyoung’s arm and giggled at the way Yuta was obviously admiring you. “What’s so funny, Chaeng?” You asked, tilting your head in curiosity, “oh nothing! It’s just… you and Osaka Prince look so good together,” she winked as Yuta smirked, “almost like a cute couple~” Somi added, giggling with her. You blushed at the idea of you and Yuta being a couple, you were nothing alike or similar. “Yo what’s up, guys?” Mark asked, resting his elbow on Yuta’s shoulder.
“Oh, nothing much, Marcus, just pointing out how much these two look like a couple,” Chaeyoung added playfully, “Chaeng, we’re not a couple…!” You protested stubbornly as everyone chuckled. “Omg, I just noticed! Mark, you got an eyebrow piercing now!” She patted Somi’s shoulder and giggled, “yeah, you look so cool now, Markie!” She added, “thank you, Yuta-Hyung did it for me,” he chuckled and smiled.
“Let’s go and get something to drink, I wanna dance some more!” Somi said, waving her arms up as Chaeyoung nodded. You looked at her as she smiled, “a Margarita or Pina Colada, right Unnie?” You nodded a slight smile on your face, “thanks Chaeng,” Mark spoke, “just grab a beer for me and Scotch Whiskey for Yuta-Hyung. Thanks, Chae, and Somi.”
“So did you and Yuta-Hyung recently start dating?” Mark asked as your mouth dropped slightly, “oh no, Mark. You got it all wrong, me and Yuta-san aren’t dating, Bryce’s my boyfriend…” You explained as Yuta put his hands into his pockets, his jaw clenching in slight jealousy, “so that means you’re still seeing Miyawaki, huh?” You looked at him as you heard her name.
Miyawaki…?
Yuta rubbed the back of his head, “I’m actually planning on,” he moved closer to you, “–breaking it off with her.” He locked eyes with you. “I’m done with fixing things that can’t be fixed.” Johnny and Jungkook walked towards you, “where are Chae and Somi?” Jungkook asked, rolling up his sleeve.
“–Here with your drinks!~” Somi smiled, holding three drinks in her arms, “ah thank you, Somi,” you smiled, taking your Pina Colada and drinking a little. “Do you guys wanna grab something to eat after this?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us all. “That’d be awesome! What should we eat, Chae?” Somi asked, drinking her blueberry Soju, “hmm, I don’t know, maybe we can order some pizza or fried chicken?”
You had to use the restroom but there’s still a lot left from your delicious Pina Colada. You walked over to Yuta, “Yuta-san, can you please hold my drink? I’m going to use the bathroom,” you asked politely as he nodded and held your drink. “No worries, just take your time,” he gave you a reassuring smile as you went to the bathroom.
You finished using the bathroom stall as you washed your hands while checking yourself in the mirror. And finally, you fixed your hair a little and left.
You went to the dancefloor to look around, in the hopes of finding your friends but you couldn’t spot or see any of them.
Strange… They were here just a few minutes ago…
You walked around a bit before finally deciding to lean against the wall, crossing your arms and checking your phone when someone was approaching you.
“–Saw you earlier on the dancefloor, you were quite wild,” a random guy said, staring at you up and down inappropriately as you started to feel uncomfortable by his presence, “say why don’t we have fun at my place tonight?” You looked down and shook your head.
“No thanks. I have a boyfriend…” You managed to voice out clearly although your voice was full of uncertainty. “Boyfriend?” He looked over at his friends before scoffing. “You seem quite lonely and single to me, the name’s Seth,” he pinned his arm against the wall forcing you to look at him as he began to speak, “why don't we have some right now?” He chuckled, playing with your top as he slowly lowered its strap. “Stop it…” You said sheepishly as Seth chuckled when somebody poked him on the shoulder as he turned around.
“–What the fuck?!” He groaned when Yuta punched him in the face, he walked closer to you as Seth looked at him. “Yuta…” he wrapped an arm around you as he held you close, your head meeting his chest, “are you okay, Y/N?” You nodded as he glared at the group of guys around you. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Seth rose and spat, “do you know them, Y/N?” You shook your head, and hugged his arm, “I don’t know them, Yuta,” you said, looking into Yuta’s warm eyes.
“I suggest you fuckers leave her alone.” Yuta demanded, “huh?” Seth scoffed as Yuta cleared his throat, “you were making her feel uncomfortable, so apologize to her now.” He repeated, “who do you think you are?” Seth scoffed, staring at him. “Me? I’m her fucking boyfriend, you bastard.” Yuta scoffed, patting your back as you looked at him, he gave you an understanding nod. “Your girlfriend’s dressed like a slut, I thought she came to this party to have sex with a bunch of guys,” Seth scoffed, staring at your chest as you pulled your pink top a little in an attempt to cover up, you looked down feeling ashamed of your body. (Y/N’s outfit but she’s short black miniskirt instead or you can choose your own outfit.)
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Why did you dress out of your comfort zone? You feel so ashamed of your body…
You felt his hand move away from your back as Yuta walked over and punched them, you were taken back. “Yuta-san!” You yelled, “scumbags like you should watch the bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth,” he took hold of Seth’s shirt before punching him again, “my girlfriend can wear whatever the fuck she wants to, after all, I can fight,” Yuta scoffed as he walked over to you. “Are you okay–?” You asked when he hugged you close, “I’m okay, let’s get back to the others,” he reassured, wrapping an arm around you as you walked outside to the others.
“There you two are, what happened?” Chaeyoung asked, walking away from Jungkook’s back hug as she returned your Pina Colada. “Sorry, Chaeng, we ran into a bit of trouble…” You bowed shyly, taking hold of your drink. “Trouble…? What happened, Unnie?” She asked in concern, “a group of assholes were harassing Y/N and saying nasty things to her, so I stepped in and pretended to be her boyfriend. Until they finally left her alone,” Yuta explained, taking a sip of his Whiskey as you simply nodded.
“Wah, thank goodness handsome Osaka Prince saved you there, Y/N-Unnie!” Chaeyoung teased as Somi giggled, “yeah, thank you Yuta-san,” you added, smiling at him. “Alright, let’s go and get some food, I’m starving like crazy,” Mark chuckled, putting his arms behind his head, “oh my god, me too, Marcus,” Somi laughed, “good thing, Yuta was there. There can be some real assholes at this nightclub,” Johnny added, smoking and exhaling.
Yuta wrapped an arm around you, and whispered something into your ear, “ehh?” You said, looking into his eyes, your foreheads practically touching, “can I have a taste of your Pina Colada?” You nodded, before taking a small sip and handing it to him. He took a big gulp and licked his lips, “mhm, it’s really delicious,” he smirked as you felt a bit shy about his flirtatious behavior.
“Do you wanna try mine, Y/N?” He lifted his glass filled with the golden liquid, your eyes looked in a slight curiosity, “is it strong…?” You asked, holding the glass, “maybe a little, but I can water it down a little with a kiss~” Yuta whispered, lifting your chin and you could clearly tell he was a bit tipsy. “Stop teasing me, Yuta-san…” You pouted, feeling his thumb on your bottom lips. You took a big sip as you covered your mouth, “mmh…! It’s super strong…” You whined as he chuckled, “sorry, you’re so cute. You’ve never tried a Scotch Whiskey before?” You shook your head, “not really… I always drink Soju or Margarita…” You confessed as he leaned in.
His fingers were on your chin, the thumb gently caressing your bottom lips. “Should I water it down with my kiss now?~” Your eyes widened by his reply, “stop playing with me Yuta,” you said, entirely flustered by him.
Chaeyoung snickered, elbowing Jungkook at the sight of you two trying each others’ drinks. “Yuta-Hyung has really fallen hard for Unnie, heh,” he chuckled, “of course, I mean she’s pretty and the best!” She added, hugging his arm.
We left the nightclub and started walking around in Hongdae…
“Let’s just order Korean fried chicken or fast food,” Somi suggested, scrolling through her phone in the search for restaurants. “Yeah, what are you guys in the mood for?” Johnny asked, walking in front of the group, “I’m down for anything honestly,” Mark said, putting his arms behind his head as he looked at us.
You didn’t see Bryce for the rest of that night, but you felt that it was better this way. He was probably getting high or taking drugs anyways.
“Should we go for fried chicken? I’ve really been craving it,” you said, looking at everyone with a smile, “alright, Y/N-Unnie. Let’s do that,” Chaeyoung nodded and giggled. You walked towards the subway and headed downstairs.
“Should we eat at the restaurant or just at our apartment?” You asked, looking at them, “hmm, it’s up to you guys, I don’t care. What do you guys think?” Chaeyoung answered looking at the guys, “I guess since it’s quite late, let’s just get takeaway,” Mark suggested.
“Alright, boys you go order the fried chicken while we’ll get some drinks and snacks,” Somi ordered, locking arms with you, “deal,” Johnny gave a thumbs up.
You, Chaeyoung, and Somi walked inside the 7/11, looking for drinks and snacks for the rest of the night. “Should we buy more of the standard Soju or the fruit-flavored ones?” Somi asked, holding the basket, “hmm, Johnny and Yuta prefer the standard ones,” Chaeyoung responded as you placed two bags of Kkokkal Corn Snack and chocolate almond LOTTE Pepero sticks. “Oh my god, I missed drinking these,” you giggled, opening the refrigerator and picking 4 bottles of Mogu-Mogu, “wow~ Unnie you must really love the litchi-flavored ones,” Chaeyoung chuckled, placing 3 bottles of strawberry Ramune into the basket.
“Alright, I think we got everything we need,” Somi said, placing 2 bags of Nongshim Honey Twist Snack and a few bottles of banana milk into the basket, “maybe some orange juice for breakfast,” you added, getting your wallet out ready to pay. “Got it,” Chaeyoung said, placing the things onto the checkout counter belt.
The three of you went home, then Somi and you got two mattresses onto the floor in the living room. “Right, good thing your apartment’s so big that we can have sleepovers like this,” she chuckled as Chaeyoung had a cheeky smile. “You and Jungkook better not wake us up when everyone goes to sleep,” she scoffed sassily as you giggled a bit.
“–Yah Jeon Somi!” Chaeyoung yelled as the door opened and the guys were also there.
“Hope you’ve ordered the spicy, sweet, and sour version that I love,” Chaeyoung folded her arms, winking at Jungkook, “of course, we got both since we didn’t know which one you prefer,” he added and placed the plastic bag on the table. “What drinks did you buy?” Mark asked, looking through the plastic bags, “lots of Mogu-Mogu, Soju, banana milk, Ramune,” Somi replied, packing the snacks out.
You gathered on the floor in a circle around the food, “can you pass me the pickled radish, Chaeng?” You said, eating your crispy and crunchy piece of chicken wing, “of course, here Unnie,” Chaeyoung passed over the bowl, “wah, it’s so good, forgot how much I love fried chicken,” Somi hummed, “so good,”  Mark nodded. “It’s super delicious, good choice Y/N,” Yuta said, smiling at you. Johnny nodded, eating sweet and spicy chicken, “agreed, we should leave all the food decisions to your roomie, Chae,” he chuckled.
“Of course, not only is Unnie a big foodie - she’s also an excellent cook!” Chaeyoung added, “you guys make me so flustered,” you fanned yourself shyly, being complimented like this was a bit too much.
“Never knew that your roomie is such a cutie, ahaha,” Mark chuckled as you looked over at him. “Woah, woah. I guess Mark got a crush on Y/N-Unnie!” Somi cheered, drinking her blueberry Soju when Chaeyoung decided to speak up. “I already told you guys that Unnie’s–”
“–Back off Y/N, Mark, I saw her first,” Yuta sneered in jealousy as everyone looked at him, “I knew it - so you two are dating!” Mark said tipsy, “we aren’t!” You protested, you didn’t want to mention his name tonight so that’s all you said. You rested your clenched hand under the table, visibly frustrated that Bryce wasn’t even here beside you tonight. He noticed you were upset, he moved closer and placed his hand on top of yours when you looked up slightly.
Yuta gave you a comforting look as you nodded slightly, you let him hold your hand as it reassured and warmed you. Thank you, Yuta… You smiled with your eyes as he smiled.
“Now that we finished eating should we play karaoke or truth or dare?” Johnny suggested, “how about like karaoke and then only play K-pop songs?” Somi added.
Suddenly Yuta’s phone rang as he let go of your hand to answer. “Hey, Nakamoto-kun, do you wanna meet up tonight?” You heard what seemed to be a Japanese-speaking woman’s voice from his phone, “–I wanna make it up to you this time…” She told him on the phone as he sighed, getting up. “–Listen, I thought we already made things clear between us,” he went outside just to speak with her.
That must be Miwayaki-san…
“Woah, who’s that Osaka-Prince’s chatting with?” Somi elbowed Chaeyoung, “it’s Miwayaki Sakura, his former fwb,” she whispered to her as you felt your heart ache. “Yeah, I don’t know what has been going between them,” Johnny added as Mark noticed your rather depressing energy, “yo guys, let’s talk about something else.”
“–Right!” Chaeyoung clapped, “Unnie, which song should we play?” she smiled, looking at you. “I don’t know,” you said in a monotone voice and got up. “I’ll just need to use the bathroom,” you excused yourself.
You wish that the girl’s name didn’t bother you as much as it sadly did.
“I think Y/N’s bothered by Miyawaki,” Mark mumbled, drinking his Soju, “yeah, let’s not mention it, she also fought with Bryce earlier,” Somi added, eating her honey twist chips.
You tried dialing Bryce’s number but he didn’t answer at all. “The person you’re trying to reach - is unavailable–” You sighed in frustration, looking at yourself in the mirror as small tears started to fall on your cheeks.
Mark looked at which song he should choose for karaoke. “Omg, Mark you should totally do “Rap God” by Eminem!” Somi laughed loudly and pointed at him, “yah, Somi, you’re too loud! I don’t want my neighbors to complain about me!” Chaeyoung elbowed her, “the only ones who are loud are you and Jungkook in your bed–” before Somi spoke another word, she got smacked by a pillow.
“Oh my god, you two sure are drunk and feisty,” Johnny chuckled and Jungkook finished his original Soju. “Hey, Babe shuffle the playlist for Mark-ah,” Chaeyoung snickered, “oh God, it’s “Tell Me” by Wonder Girls…” Mark let out a small laugh, “good luck, Mark,” Somi giggled, drinking her blueberry Soju as Chaeyoung handed him a hairbrush. “Go perform, Minhyung.”
You got out of the bathroom after fixing yourself. It seemed like everyone was super drunk or sober. You sat on the mattress by the couch before texting Bryce.
Bryce (my boyfriend)
You: “Sorry, for earlier…”
You: “Can we talk in the morning?”
“Ah, is that “Tell Me” by Wonder Girls?” You said and stood up eagerly, “it’s my favorite song! You said, dancing as Somi applauded. “Go Unnie! Go Unnie!” Chaeyoung cheered as Johnny started filming you and Mark performing.
“Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell tell tell tell me~” you and Mark sang while smiling, “omg here comes the dance break!” You exclaimed eagerly and began dancing while Chaeyoung and Somi clapped repeatedly. “Omg, Unnie’s so good at dancing!” Jungkook chuckled while filming as Johnny laughed, taking pictures of you with Chaeng’s Polaroid camera. “Omg here comes the rapping, are you ready Mark-ah!” Chaeyoung exclaimed, holding Jungkook’s hand. Mark rapped, “Hit me one-time baby dashi hanbeon, okay banggeumhan geon aljiman tto hanbeon!” he finished rapping flawlessly as Johnny laughed, “holy shit dude, you killed it!”
“Next song, Chaeng!” Somi pointed at the TV screen, “coming up, shuffle… Let’s go!” She said as the song started playing. “MIROTIC” by TVXQ was the next song when the three guys stood up in seriousness, “jogeum dacheodo neon gwaenchana Oh~” Johnny sang as Jungkook held the hairbrush. “Neon nareul weonhae, neon naege ppajeo, neon naege micheo, heeonal su eopseo~” they all sang, “I got youuu under my skin,” Jungkook harmonized. “You guys are so amazing!” You exclaimed, filming them as they continued singing.
“Okay, I dare you, girls, to do a song together!” Mark chuckled, shuffling Chaeyoung’s playlist. “Miniskirt” by AOA started playing as Somi hit Chaeng softly, cackling like crazy, “oh my God, no way,” you said, covering your mouth, “come on, ladies. You can’t back down now,” Mark teased as Johnny nodded, handing you the hairbrush.
You sighed, getting ready to perform. “Hey hey hey AOA, hey hey hey! Brave Sound. Drop it!” Chaeng sang, performing just like Shin Jimin, “nal baraboneun siseoni~ neoneun yejeon gatjiga anheun geol~” Somi laid down on the floor like Shin Hyejeong. “Woo! Go, Jeon Somi!” Mark cheered as Jungkook, crossed his arms trying not to die of laughter. Johnny chuckled, filming this to his Instagram story. “Jjarbeun chimareul ipgo~ naega gireul georeumyeon modu nareul chyeodabwa,” Somi sang as you soon joined, covering Park Choah’s part when Yuta opened the door to see you lift your black skirt as the guys whistled, “jjarbeun chimareul ipgo~ geunde wae hapil neoman nal mollajuneunde.” You sang, wiggling your ass with Chaeng and Somi when he watched you closely.
“–I see that I missed quite a lot while I was gone, huh?” Yuta scoffed, looking at Johnny as he nodded. You continued, performing and trying not to look in his direction. “Didn’t know Y/N could pull off sexy concepts like this one, she’s full of surprises,” he said, smirking.
“この女…” (This woman…) “nan jeomjeom jichyeoga,” Chaeng sang, grabbing the chair as Somi did the same, “nal baraboneun geu nunbitmajeodo,” she said. “Wae geuri chagaunji moreugesseo,” you sighed, clearly feeling the song’s lyrics. “Ije byeonhal geoya oh oh!” You sang, performing with the ladies around the chairs you’ve gathered.
Yuta smirked, watching you have fun and clearly distracting yourself from your previously hurt feelings. “Let me perform the next song with Y/N,” he said as everyone was stunned to speak, “fine,” you crossed your arms as he poked his cheek with his tongue, standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Now” by Trouble Maker started playing, that iconic melody made you recognize the choreography immediately. “Omg, Chaeng, they’re going to perform “Now!” Somi wheezed, finally finishing her blueberry Soju, “I think it was Yuta-Hyung’s idea from the start,” Jungkook whispered to Chaeng as she smirked, “Yah, Unnie! Don’t lose to Osaka-Prince!”
“I won’t, just give me a second, Chaeng,” You said, walking inside your bedroom to remove your black mesh shirt, “are you ready?” You asked, folding your arms as you were left in your skirt, black stockings, and that hot pink top. “I was born ready, Y/N-Princess,” Yuta chuckled, smiling as he held his hand out to you. “Ooh ooh ooh ooh tell me now now now,” he sang, standing close to you, “ooh ooh ooh ooh tell me now now now,” you said, looking into his eyes. They were filled with sadness, you began singing and performing Hyuna’s part. Everyone was amused and focused on you two performing so professionally. “You’re still recording this,” Mark whispered to Johnny as he nodded, watching you.
“Uri gachi inneun i mirosoge” Yuta sang to you, “gidael su inneungeon neoppuniya” you sang expressively, stroking his shoulder and forearm as you touched his hand. “Nungama naege angyeo,” you both sang, looking at each other deeply. “Naeireun tto eobseunikka,” you both sang full of emotions as you danced elegantly, he held your hand and spun you.
Yuta spun you back into his arms, making you look into his eyes as you suddenly felt your heartbeat race. The two of you danced elegantly during the dance break of the song. “Woo! You two were incredible!” Chaeyoung yelled, finishing Jungkook’s original flavored Soju.
“FANTASTIC BABY” by BIGBANG, started playing as Jungkook stood up, “woo this is a banger!” he grabbed the hairbrush from Mark and began to sing along. “Nananana nananana, wow fantastic baby!” Mark and Johnny hyped him up as you clapped while laughing. “Dance I wanna dan dan dan dan,” Chaeyoung sang along, dancing with him, “dance wow fantastic, Chaeng,” Jungkook chuckled as she danced wildly.
Yuta sat down next to you as you pressed your lips together, “what’s wrong?” you hugged your knees, “nothing…” you mumbled, trying not to think of the way Bryce ignored you. “It’s that asshole - isn’t it?” He glared as you looked away, “I’m so pathetic…” You sighed, looking down as he took hold of your hand, “you’re not. He’s the one losing such a gorgeous woman,” he said before kissing your hand as you blushed red.
“Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka!” Somi clapped her hands before filming them while laughing, “you guys are so crazy, ahaha!”
After an hour or two everyone fell asleep, Johnny was completely wasted on the couch while Somi and Mark were next to each other on the mattress. “Good night, sleepyheads,” you giggled, covering them with a blanket and a pillow underneath their heads.
“Mhm, night’ Unnie,” Chaeng yawned, walking into her room with Jungkook, “night you two,” you whispered, walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You checked your phone one last to see that Bryce didn’t even read your texts. You sighed, starting your night skincare routine. You finished and headed out when the door to the apartment opened.
“Ah, Yuta-san, you went outside?” You asked, standing in front of him as he took his shoes off, “yeah, I was just outside smoking,” Yuta explained as he looked at you.
“Were you worried about me?” He added, scratching the back of his head. “A little, I was wondering why you weren’t sleeping with them,” you hummed as he looked at your face in the dim moonlight’s glow.
“Everyone’s still sleeping…”
“But you’re awake.” Yuta reached his hand and stroked the back of your hair gently. The gesture made you feel soft as you looked at him with a small smile.
“I had to use the bathroom and then I heard someone by the door,” you replied, rubbing your arm as Yuta nodded. The awkward silence between you was heavy. But somehow you couldn’t stop looking at each other.
“–We should probably sleep too, it’s almost 4 AM,” he rolled his neck back and walked to the living room. It was dark but Somi and Mark were sleeping next to each other on the big pull-out mattress. It was as if they were almost cuddling. Johnny slept on the couch, his feet hanging by the end of it.
“Damn, these two crashed the big mattress,” Yuta whispered and chuckled, “guess I’ll sleep on the floor,” he sighed, grabbing the blanket and sitting on the cold wooden floor. “If you want to, you can sleep in my room. I have a couch too,” you suggested as he took your offer.
“You sure that you don’t mind me sleeping in your room?” Yuta asked, sitting on your couch, “it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides the floor’s too cold to sleep on,” you insisted and handed him a warm blanket and a pillow. “Thank you,” he said, lying down and pulling the blanket. “Goodnight, Yuta,” you said, turning off your lamp, “sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispered and closed his eyes.
Never would’ve thought that I would be sleeping in Miyoshi Y/N’s bedroom, huh…
The next morning… “Yah Suh, you’re leaving so early? I haven’t even made breakfast yet,” Chaeyoung mumbled, crossing her arms, “sorry Chae, I gotta open the studio at noon,” Johnny chuckled, rubbing the back of his blonde hair. “Besides that, I also need to go home and change into an outfit that doesn’t reek of cigarettes and alcohol,” he chuckled.
“You guys can drop by at lunchtime if you wanna bother us,” he waved and left, “see ya, later,” Jungkook chuckled and waved. “Where is Yuta-Hyung? Did he go home already?” Mark asked, rubbing his morning hair, “yeah, I didn’t see him sleep here with us,” Somi added, putting her hair in a messy bun.
“Yuta’s sleeping in Noona’s room,” Jungkook smiled before sipping his banana milk, “–what? No way you’re lying,” Chaeyoung exclaimed as Somi giggled, “–I guess it’s a possibility, heh,” Mark rubbed his chin and chuckled.
You were still sleeping, you were pretty exhausted from yesterday’s partying and dancing. Yuta was already awake, he woke a while ago but he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. “Such a pretty woman,” he mumbled, caressing your cheek as he moved the strands of hair away from your eyelids. The mixed feelings from yesterday between your lovers somehow brought you two closer.
Sleeping beauty… Yuta thought, admiring your face in the dim sunlight. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “hurry up and break up with that asshole, I’m getting impatient.”
You slowly opened your eyes as you saw Yuta’s face, you pursed your lips, “mmh, Yuta-san?” you murmured still half asleep, “おはよう, Y/N-姫,” (good morning, Y/N-Princess,) he chuckled, gently caressing your cheek.
“おはよう…” (Morning…) You responded awkwardly, he was really close and you tried desperately not to look into those dangerous eyes.
“Did you sleep well?” Yuta asked, pinching your cheek and letting go, “mhm, I slept okay, what about you?” You nodded, looking at him. “I slept wonderfully in your bedroom,” he smirked when the door opened as Chaeng peeked her head in, “ah mornin’ lovebirds~ breakfast is ready~” she snickered, “what’s so funny, Chaeng?” you got out of bed as he helped you, “oh nothing~ must be nice to sleep in her bed, huh Osaka-Prince?” She bit her lips as he chuckled, “–that’s not what happened, Chaeng!” You blushed red at the thought of it.
Your phone rang as you answered,  “もし-もし,” (hello,) you put on your watch, “ah, could you watch Ayaka while I’m out doing some urgent errands?” She asked as you were about to head out for work, “sure thing aunt Asami, what time do you pick her up?”
“Maybe late in the evening, I’ve so much to take care of,” she added as you nodded, “that’s okay, you can drop her off at the library at 1:30 PM. Ayaka-chan can have fun reading books in the children’s reading room or playing in the kids’ space downstairs,” you added, putting on your high heels as you headed out.
You sat down and placed your books and notebook on the table. You started to memorize a few kanjis, aunt Asami would always test you whenever she was visiting. She would always praise you for working so hard and you didn’t want to disappoint her.
“Yo Y/N,” Yuta cooed, leaning against the bookshelf as he stood across from you, “Yuta-san, what are you doing here?” You asked, adjusting your glasses and looking at him.
“Paying you a little visit, Princess,” he chuckled, walking over to pinch your cheek, “well, I’m too busy for your little visit,” you replied, looking at the kanji. “Ah, I see. You’re learning kanji, huh?” He looked at the piece of paper as you nodded. “I thought re-learning Japanese was hard but memorizing kanjis is even worse!” You groaned, resting your head on the table. “Then get a Japanese boyfriend, that’ll make it easier,” Yuta smirked, patting your head as you pouted, “not funny, besides I already have a boyfriend,” you protested.
“So where do you want to eat lunch, Aya-chan?” You asked, looking at Ayaka’s drawing, “I don’t know, maybe something Japanese,” she mumbled, coloring her turtle. “Okay, what about some udon noodles?” You asked eagerly as she nodded, “yay! I would love that, Onee-san,” she hugged your arm and giggled.
“Onee-san, is Nakamoto-kun your boyfriend?” Ayaka asked as you waved your hands rapidly, “no, no, Aya-chan. Yuta and I are just friends,” you smiled, “Bryce’s my boyfriend, remember?” You looked at her as she shook her head, crossing her arms as Yuta chuckled, “do you want me to be Onee-chan’s boyfriend?” He teased, poking his cheek cutely.
Ayaka nodded immediately, “mmh! Nakamoto-kun’s much more fun and handsome than Bryce!” She confessed as you dropped your jaw. Yuta hugged her and chuckled, “I guess this little Miss knows the truth, I like her.” You crossed your arms, you knew these two together could be up to nothing good.
“–Onii-san, do you want to eat lunch with us?” Ayaka asked all of a sudden.
You were rather surprised to hear her ask such a question. Since Ayaka’s usually not fond of new people but she has somehow taken a liking to Yuta.
“Aya-chan… I think Nakamoto-san’s busy–”
“–時間があります.” (–I have time.) Yuta replied, putting his hand up as Aya smiled happily.
“Besides I would love to eat lunch with you,” Yuta had a sly smile while looking at you. “Yay! Onii-san is going to eat lunch with us!” She chanted happily and jumped eagerly. “I’ll pay for the lunch - so what do you want to eat?” He asked, holding her hand as she smiled brightly, “I want to eat Sukiyaki, Onii-san!” She exclaimed as you sighed. “Ms. Irene I’m off,” you said as Irene smiled and waved, “what a strange couple, heh-heh.” She giggled seeing the three of you off.
You walked inside the restaurant “NEGI” in Gangnam-gu. “A table for three please,” Yuta walked up to the counter, “ah yes sir, please follow me,” the waiter said.
“So Onii-san, how long have you stayed here in Korea?” Ayaka asked in curiosity, looking at him. “Mhm, I’ve stayed here quite a while now. I believe for almost 6 years I’ve stayed here,” Yuta nodded and smiled, “wow, that’s so long, Onii-san! Do you ever miss Japan?” She asked, waiting for his reply.
Yuta stirred the thinly sliced well-marbled beef as it began sizzling. “Of course I do, I get homesick quite often, I miss my mother’s cooking. But thanks to Miyoshi-san, I don’t feel so lonely anymore,” he confessed with a soft smile as you looked away for a split second. The pot was boiling as he served her a bowl with the udon noodles.
“Onii-san, do you like Onee-san?” Ayaka looked at him deeply as she chewed on a piece of maitake mushroom. “Yes. I like her a lot,” Yuta conveyed, glancing at you with a small scoff as he ate a piece of beef. You could feel your cheeks burn up by how flustered you were. “Aw, sorry Onii-san! Onee-san already has a boyfriend~” she teased, slurping on the udon noodles. “I know. It’s such a shame, Onee-san’s a very pretty woman,” he rested his cheek in his palm, winking at you. “You’re such a naughty girl, Aya-chan,” you chewed on the tasty shiraki noodles, looking at her. “Hehe!~” Ayaka giggled, sipping the soup base. “Ayaka-san just enjoys teasing Y/N-Onee~” Yuta chuckled, drinking his Ramune. “Here, since you love them so much,” you added extra enoki and shiitake mushrooms to her bowl.
“きのこが好きですね?” (You like mushrooms, don’t you?)
“はい! そうですおにさん!” (Yes! That’s right Onii-san!)
You smiled at them, eating some shiitake mushrooms and a piece of broiled tofu, “how long are you staying in Korea, Aya-chan?” Yuta chewed on the meat as she looked at him, “me and Mommy are staying here for 2 weeks, hehe,” Aya smiled sweetly as she ate some chrysanthemum greens, “wah… You’re not staying here for too long that’s too bad,” he pouted, finishing his Ramune. “I know! I really wanted to stay longer but I have school…” She sulked, slurping the broth as she finished eating. “Maybe next time, you can stay longer… and spend more time with me and Yuta-san,” you smiled, eating a piece of burdock root.
“ごちそうさまでした、 おにさん!” Aya smiled and bowed, “hehe, you’re welcome,” Yuta chuckled as she held his hand, “yeah, thank you. It was very delicious,” you nodded and bowed softly.
“The three of you walked, hands held together as you walked to the bus stop, “oh my God, what a young couple…” a woman whispered to her boyfriend passing by us. “I guess everyone is different,” he chuckled as Yuta scoffed a bit, thinking about the fact that you were the boyfriend and father of Y/N’s child. “What’s so funny?” You raised an eyebrow as he chuckled, “oh it’s nothing…” You and Aya sat down on the bench, waiting for the bus.
“People think Onee-san and Onii-san are my parents, hehe!” Aya pointed out, kicking her feet. You blushed red, “Aya-chan that’s not funny!” you said, feeling so flustered as Yuta chuckled. “Ah, there’s our bus, Onee-san!” she said, hugging your arm.
“おにさん、 またね,”(Onii-san, see you,) she said hugging him as he smiled, “気をつけて、アヤちゃん.” (Take care, Aya-chan.) You smiled proudly, “take care, Yuta-san, okay?” You said, walking inside the bus as she waved.
“Where are you going?” Chaeyoung mumbled, stretching out, “I want to get healthier, so I’m heading to the fitness center,” you said enthusiastically as she smiled, “okay, have fun, Unnie,” she waved, snuggling in her bed as you left.
You went inside the women’s changing room, “it’s really clean in here, I’m rather surprised,” you mumbled to yourself as you headed out. You scanned the area, stationary bicycles, dumbbell sets, treadmills, powerlifting equipment, bench presses, lat pulldown machines, and many more.
You felt a bit anxious, wearing some loose jogging pants, an open hoodie, and a sports bra. But everyone was rather focused on themselves to even look at you, everyone was working hard to reach their goals and it filled you with motivation.
Which one should you try? Or you could go and look for an instructor.
You felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned around, “–Y/N, good to see you here,” Johnny chuckled, “ah hi, Johnny are you also working out here?” He nodded, “yeah, I’m here with Yuta, we arrived here 30 minutes ago.”
So he’s here too, huh…
“Good morning, Yuta-san,” you greeted him as he was lifting a dumbbell. When Yuta heard your voice he looked up to meet your eyes, “what a lovely surprise to see you here, Y/N-san,” he smiled, looking at you.
“Wasn’t expecting to see the two of you here, it’s my first day,” you said, tying your hair into a ponytail. “Oh, so you want to start working out, or are you here for the yoga classes?” Johnny asked, “here to stay fit and healthier!” You smiled as Yuta nodded, “I can show you around if you’d like,” you nodded, “thank you, I’d love that.”
“I wanna see how the treadmills work,” you said as Yuta nodded, following you. “Step on it, here you adjust the speed,” he pointed, adjusting the speed as you began to walk at a slow pace. “Do you want to go faster?” You nodded, “yes, please. I want to run!” He chuckled and increased the speed as you began to run fast, “woah! This feels great!” You smiled brightly as Yuta smiled.
“These are dumbbells, some of them are heavy while some of them weigh less,” Yuta explained, lifting one as he was flexing his arm. “You’re so strong, Yuta,” you said, watching him as he chuckled, “I’ve been training for a while now, heh. Although I've been wondering Chae already has a fitness membership, how come you haven’t joined her earlier?” He asked, looking at you.
It’s true, you’ve always listened to Bryce’s words. One sad memory you recalled was him telling you not to get a fitness membership because he feared that guys might harass you while working out. Especially if you wore leggings and a sports bra, you didn’t mention this to Chaeng.
“I wasn’t quite sure of myself, but thinking again. I finally want to do the things I want to do. So here I am,” you confessed, hands on your hips as you had your head up high. “That’s my girl,” Yuta chuckled proudly, patting you on the shoulder in support. “Welcome to fitness, Y/N,” Johnny smiled, wrapping an arm around you as you smiled, “thank you two.”
Not listening to Bryce was so unlike you, in a way you felt free and so relieved. Finally doing things on your own… You were delighted with that decision to follow your heart.
The three of you were jump roping for 10 minutes, you were sweating but it felt good. You felt energized and so fresh. “Woah! This is amazing, I feel so good!” You said, smiling as Johnny smiled, “you’re doing incredible, keep up the good work, Y/N,” he added.
About 45 minutes had passed as you were done for today’s workout. “Thanks a lot for today, Johnny and Yuta-san,” you smiled, loosing your ponytail as you let your straight light brown hair down. “No problem, Y/N,” Yuta smiled and reached for your shoulder, “well done, I’ll see you next time?” You nodded, “if you want to, you can have my number and text me anytime you want to work out. We can do it together.” He said, looking at you as Johnny chuckled, “really, won’t I bother you?” You asked, holding your phone as he grabbed it, “not at all, now we can be gym buddies,” he smiled. “Yeah, you can also have my number in case Yuta bothers you too much,” Johnny chuckled and added his number to your phone.
You smiled and nodded, “thank you two, so what are your plans for now?” You all slowly walked towards the changing room, “we’ll grab some breakfast and get back to the studio, what about you?” Yuta drank from his water bottle, “yeah, I’m heading to work too,” you smiled, patting your hair down.
“If you want, you can stop by the studio later for lunch. We plan on ordering some boba,” Yuta said, wiping the sweat off his hair as you nodded, “I would love to, I’m off work at 2:00 PM, I’ll text you once I’m there,” you smiled.
You went inside the women’s changing room and began to shower, that morning workout energized you for work. You exited the subway station and walked inside the library, “hello Ms. Irene,” you waved as she adjusted her glasses, “hi Ms. Miyoshi, you seem a lot fresher today,” she smiled, writing down new arrivals of books. “Oh well, I just started working out in the morning. It really does something to you,” you explained.
“So what do you want me to start on, Ms. Irene?” You adjusted your glasses as Irene held a notebook, “I need you to do some computer work, so bookings, meetings, events, author signing, and orders.” She told you, with a small smile, “I’ll go around and clean the shelves and adjust books.” You began using the computer in the office, planning events and reservations for newly arrived books. You were multitasking and doing your work faster than usual.
“Ah Ms. Irene, I’m done,” you bowed as she came down from the ladder, “ah already? That was quick,” she folded her arms. “This is what happens when you work out,” you giggled, “alright, alright you can go on lunch break, Ms. Miyoshi,” she nodded.
“Ah, Ms. Irene, do you want me to get something for you?” Irene hummed, “if you can get me a cappuccino from 7-11, I would appreciate that,” you nodded, “okay, will do. See you later, Ms. Irene.” You waved and left to get her drink, you got yourself an iced caramel latte.
“Ah where’s Yuta-san?” You asked, looking around the room, “ah he’s inside the private room, you can just go inside,” Johnny smiled as Ten looked over at him, “dude.”
You shrugged your shoulders and walked inside, “ah Yuta-san, are you in here–?” You mumbled, walking inside as he was in the middle of a tattoo session on a gorgeous blonde hair woman, she was only wearing a bra and a pair of skinny jeans. Yuta was finishing the final details of the tattoo on her hip bone.
“–Ah Y/N, how long have you been standing there?” He asked, turning around as the woman sat up, “omg Oppa, that looks so great, I love it!” She hugged him closely when she got eye contact with you. “Who’s that girl, Oppa?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck in a flirty manner.
“–I’m so sorry for bothering you!” You worded manically and bowed your head, heading out in sheer embarrassment.
How embarrassing to be walking in on Yuta and his lover… You sighed, leaning your head against the door. “–Did you enjoy the nice surprise?” Johnny teased you, “not funny, Johnny!” You pouted and crossed your arms, “next time please warn me if Yuta-san’s lover is here…” You mumbled, staring at the ground flusteredly.
“Yuta’s lover? That is just one of his beloved customers,” Ten explained, “beloved customers…?” You repeated, “yeah, Yuta’s quite popular with our female clients and he tends to do a lot of private sessions with them since most of them prefer him over us.” Johnny explained briefly.
“Private sessions…? Do you mean that Yuta and the clients–” Your mind went crazy and wild with those exaggerated what-ifs scenarios.
“–Private sessions are just tattoos done on either private body parts or just when our client doesn’t want to be seen by someone while being tattooed,” Yuta replied, standing behind you. “Where’s your special client then?” You asked, looking at him.
“Right here~” The lady said, wrapping an arm around Yuta as she practically pressed her breasts against his arm. “Yuta-Oppa, who’s this girlie?” Her accent sounded different like she was from the USA. She looked at you up and down, her arms and thighs were filled with several tattoos. “Mindy, this is Y/N,” he smiled, “Y/N, Mindy,” looking at you obviously being slightly jealous by her presence. “I’ll just clean the room, Ten please file her payment,” Yuta said, closing the door as she stood in front of you.
“Y/N?” Mindy cooed, walking up and staring at you intensely. “Yes…?” You mumbled, rubbing your arm, “are you a foreigner too?” She asked eagerly. “Ah, no. I was born and raised here in Korea,” you answered.
“Ahh, I see~ you’re so pretty! I, myself am from Las Vegas in the USA!~” Mindy giggled, “anyways, ready to pay Ms. Mindy?” Ten sighed, waiting at the cashier. “Right, right, I’m sooorry~ Ten Lee~” She walked over to swipe her credit card, “yah, don’t I get any discount today Mr. Lee?” She scoffed, tapping her long pedicure nails on the counter. “No, not this time, Missy,” Johnny added, scoffing sassily.
“Bye-bye guys~” Mindy waved as she left the studio. “Finally she’s gone, that girl’s voice drives me crazy,” Ten shook his head, “Yuta-Oppa~” Johnny laughed while imitating her nasal sassy voice. “Isn’t Mindy your beloved customer?” You asked, sitting on the couch, “she’s mostly here because of Yuta, she knows places that have lower prices for tattoos. But insists on going here each time in hopes to see him.” Ten chuckled.
Yuta has many admirers… He’s probably a player. You crossed your arms in tiny frustration. “So should we get some boba?” Yuta peeked his head at the door, “all done cleaning the mess in the room?” Johnny asked as he nodded, rolling his neck, “that darn girl made me work in such an uncomfortable position,” he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You should get a massage,” Ten nodded, “maybe Y/N call help with that,” Johnny chuckled and winked, “what?” You said cluelessly, “I would love that,” Yuta smiled, sitting on the couch with both his arms on the side.
“Great, we’ll get boba tea and you two watch the studio,” Ten waved, “wait a second…” you mumbled, “you want a Matcha milk tea with strawberry nata de coco, and for Y/N…” Johnny hummed, “I’ll take a Jasmine milk tea with tapioca pearls and no ice, thanks.” You smiled, checking your phone.
“The cultural event is in a few days…” You mumbled as you saw Yuta doing some weird exercises against the wall. “Oi, what are you doing?” You asked, staring at him, “my back really hurts from earlier…” he replied, rubbing his neck.
“Then… let me massage you.” You suggested as he smiled, “thank you,” Yuta smiled as he lay flat on the couch. “Yah, how am I going to massage you when you’re lying like that?” You poked his back, “you can just sit on top of me,” he smirked and chuckled.
“ちがいます!” (That’s not right!) You crossed your arms, “then what do you think we should do?” You sat on the couch as Yuta sat down on the floor in front of you. “The floor’s too cold…” He pouted as you pushed a pillow to his lap, “here, sit on it.” He sat on it and rolled his neck.
“Ready…?” You mumbled, “I’m ready,” Yuta nodded, closing his eyes as you began to massage his shoulders as he hummed. “Do you want me to be rougher?” You asked, nudging your thumbs in circles on his shoulder blades. “Mhm~ wah… that feels wonderful,” he hummed as you rubbed your elbow in circles on them.
“This is what you get for messing with my girlfriend, you punk,” Hisashi scoffed, punching Yuta in the stomach as he coughed. “Then learn to fucking take care of her, asshole,” he spat before punching him in the face.
You were sleeping on the couch when all of a sudden your phone was buzzing. “Mmh… Hello, who’s this…?” You asked, answering it as you heard a familiar voice, “Y/N… Please help me–” Yuta panted into the phone as someone was beating him up, your eyes widened as you checked the location and ran.
Yuta… You idiot… Just what are you doing…!?
“Stop it! Please stop it!” You begged, pulling the guy away from Yuta as he was on the ground, bruises all over his face. “–Who are you?” He asked, scoffing and staring at you, “–that’s not important, why are you hurting Yuta-san!?” You yelled as he clenched his fist about to hit you when Yuta pulled him by the ankle, “stop it, Hisashi… She has nothing to do with this,” he coughed, “don't hurt her…” you flinched at the sight of his hurt body on the ground.
“–Learn to not fuck around with someone else’s girlfriend, punk-ass,” Hisashi scoffed before walking away when he stood in front of you, “–and you. Don’t get involved with this guy if you don’t want to end up like him, girlie.” He warned you as you stood there speechless.
“Yuta…” You whimpered, tears slowly falling from your eyes, “I’m sorry for… dragging you into this…” You shook your head, taking hold of his hand, “don’t say that…! Just please be okay, you idiot!” You voiced as he sat up, you looked into his eyes before hugging him close.
“You idiot… Why did you put yourself in danger like that!?” You demanded as Yuta chuckled, “I’m sorry, but thank you… for saving me,” he spoke, patting your hair.
You two sat on the floor in front of the couch. “Oww, oww,” Yuta grunted. You treated his wounds on the face and hands, “this is your fault for being a bad boy!” You scolded him, putting bandages on the knuckles. “Mhm, but you like bad boys,” he added cockingly, “I like smart bad boys, not stupid ones.” You scoffed sassily, crossing your arms when he took off his shirt.
“I can be like that too,” Yuta smirked, flexing his abs as you pursed your lips slowly reaching out for them when he took you by the wrist. “Mmh…” You blushed red, feeling the touch of his strong abs, your eyes wandered over to his butterfly tattoo, “that asshole punched me here too,” he scoffed, standing as you looked at him deeply. “Let’s treat it then,” you said, patting the bruises on his abdomen as he hissed. Looking at you from his point of view gave him the absolute wrong thoughts, and he threw his head back.
You placed an ice pack on his abdomen as you looked up, fluttering your eyes, “does this feel better?” Yuta licked his lips before cupping your cheek and scoffing heavily, “much better, Princess,” he smirked as you got up.
“What’s with that smirk?” You folded your arms, sitting on the couch, “nothing I just didn’t know you were so good,” you looked at him, “–good at treating wounds.” He chuckled. “Well, I’m used to it, Bryce always gets into stupid fights…” You said as he glanced at your pink lips, “do you want something to drink?” he nodded, “can I have some hot green tea?”
“Thank you for saving me earlier…” Yuta bowed, drinking his tea, “why did he beat you up?” You asked, hugging your knees, “it’s a long story, I uh… his girlfriend and I used to sleep together.” He rubbed the back of his neck as your heart sank, “we didn’t fuck but we had something,” he explained as you held onto your knees in frustration. “But I ended it. We were not meant to be together. We used each other and didn’t respect each other’s lives. And we hurt ourselves,” Yuta confessed, sighing heavily.
“That girl he was referring to is Miyawaki Sakura, right?” You said, feeling hurt and jealous as he held your hand, “that’s true but I ended it all with her a few days ago, I don’t care about her most slightly anymore,” he looked into your eyes.
You don’t want to believe those lies even if Yuta was being honest…
“Please believe me,” Yuta begged, you closed your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know why… my heart hurts so much when I heard her name…” you confessed, tears falling from your eyes, “even though I’m with Bryce… it hurts… to see you in so many bruises and pain because of her,” you cried as he pulled you into his chest, “I’m so sorry, I’m really an asshole.”
Does seeing my bruises bring you so much pain…? Those pretty eyes filled with tears because of the fucked up things I do… Y/N, you’re really a woman who needs attention. I feel bad…
You blushed red, pulling back as he looked into your eyes deeply.
Looking at this man, Nakamoto Yuta… He reminds you of Bryce but the complete opposite of him… Yuta protected you from guys that would harass you and even comforted you when everyone else was drunk…
You fluttered your eyes as he wiped the tears away before kissing your forehead. “But thank you, Y/N.” You blushed red, looking down before thinking about your relationship with Bryce.
If I couldn’t get away… would you become mine?
Yuta lay on the couch, sleeping heavily. 20 minutes went by as you made some Nongshim Soon Veggie ramen noodles, “careful it’s hot,” you said as Yuta sat up, “thank you for letting me stay here,” he slurped the delicious noodles and bit a piece of the soft-boiled egg. “Is it good?” You giggled as he licked his lips and nodded.
“What do you want to do?” You asked, eating your Nongshim Shin Ramen noodles, “I don’t know,” Yuta replied, finishing his bowl as he looked at your lips. “Want to watch anime?” He smirked.
“Wah, this anime is kinda relatable…” you hummed, drinking litchi-flavored Mogu-Mogu, “that’s what I told you,” Yuta scoffed, sipping some juice from your bottle. “I usually only watch romance and slice-of-life animes, this anime is surprisingly good,” you nodded as he chuckled. “You should watch season 2 after you finish season 1,” he smiled, leaning a bit closer to you and resting his arm behind your neck. You just finished watching episode 1 of Noragami, you continued watching a few more episodes as you slowly fell asleep.
Your head was resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he chuckled, “fell asleep already? Heh, I guess I did put you through a lot of trouble today…” he mumbled, feeling bad about earlier, “I’m sorry.” He whispered into your ear as you hummed in your sleep. He carried you in his arms, walking you to your bedroom.
It’s a good thing, you’re not so heavy, Princess. Yuta thought, smiling as he placed you on your bed and covered you with the blanket. “Mmh…” You mumbled tiredly as he glanced at you, “sweet dreams, Princess,” he whispered before leaving your room. He lay on the couch as he fell asleep too.
After an hour you woke up and looked around, “oh? How did I end up here…?” you hummed before walking to the living room to see Yuta sleeping heavily on the couch. You walked over and tugged him with a warm blanket before admiring his cute face.
Yuta’s sleeping, I bet he’s exhausted from earlier… You moved some of his black hair away from his eyes, caressing his cold but soft cheek.
“Don’t pretend to be a bad boy,” you whispered before kissing his cheek softly, “おやすみ、ユタ.” (Good night, Yuta.) You whispered, patting his hair.
“Unnie, I’ll be away for a few days in Busan looking for inspiration to my art project, I’ll be back soon.”
Chaeng🍓 (My strawBae)
Chaeyoung: “Take care of yourself & don’t skip any meals”
Chaeyoung: ”Call me if need anything💖”
“A lot of people are here - it’s so nice!” Irene giggled, fixing her Hanbok. “So we’ll start with the Chinese Lunar New Year at 5:45 PM, next is the Korean autumn festival at 6:15 PM, and lastly the Japanese tea ceremony at 6:45 featuring a special guest…” you hummed, checking the event list. “Right, could you please hang these flyers around the area?” She said, handing you a stack of them.
You climbed the ladder, to add some origami on top of the bookshelves as time went by. “Alright, good evening ladies and gentlemen,” Irene held the microphone and spoke. “We warmly welcome you all to the National Library of Korea’s cultural event, I’m your host, Ms. Bae,” she added and bowed as the crowd applauded. “We’ll start the Chinese Lunar New Year in 5 minutes, please go and look around in the meantime.”
You were in the wardrobe putting on a red Cheongsam, “ah, Ms. Park, should I have my hair done in Chinese space buns or just a simple bun?” You looked at your reflection as she chewed on bubblegum, “Y/N-Unnie, you can call me Sooyoung, no need to be so formal,” Sooyoung giggled, brushing your long silky light brown hair. “You’re so pretty with your hair down, Unnie~”
“Thank you, Sooyoung-ah,” you smiled as she started to style your hair, “have you gotten yourself a new boyfriend now?” She asked, “ah no. It’s still Bryce,” you answered as she sighed heavily, “yah, Unnie you’re too pretty for a loser like him,” Sooyoung clicked her tongue.
“I didn’t know this dress would be tight and this short.” You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror, “no, you look just fine, Unnie~” Sooyoung added, patting your back. “Thanks, Sooyoung-ah.”
“晚上好大家,” (Good evening everyone,) You spoke into your earpiece, smiling softly. “Yah. Sooyoung, you need to put this on Tik Tok live,” Irene murmured to her, “okay, okay Eomma,” she scoffed and started to film before giggling. “Today’s event is about the Chinese Lunar Year, we’ll start introducing the traditional clothes.” You said, walking and pulling the curtain to reveal other women wearing the Hanfu and Cheongsam. “This is Hanfu, which literally translates to ‘Han Chinese’s attire’ and consists of a robe, jacket, and a skirt.” You explained as the model turned around to showcase the Hanfu.
“–That woman in the red dress is unbelievably hot,” one guy mumbled, “she has beautiful long legs,” a girl added. “–She looks foreign, I bet she’s not Korean,” a couple whispered.
Heh, it seems like Y/N’s a real crowd-pleaser.
Yuta chuckled, fixing his clothes. I won’t get beaten by you either, Princess. “Are you ready for your event, Mr. Nakamoto?” Irene asked and looked at him, checking the list.
“And now to the Cheongsam which means ‘long garment’. Also known as Qipao, they can be sleeveless like this red one I’m wearing. But they can also be long and have different shapes of the neckline.” You added, opening your fan and walking onto the stage. “Now to finish off, please enjoy some tea and some delicious mooncakes,” you smiled, bowing your head.
“谢谢大家,” (Thanks everyone,) you walked off the stage as Irene smiled, “well done, you were shining up there Miyoshi,” you nodded, “thank you, Ms. Irene.”
You sat down by the table when you noticed one of Chaeng’s familiar friends in the distance, “Annyeong Y/N-Unnie,” two women greeted and sat with you, “Dahyun-ah and Tzuyu-ya, long time no see!” You exclaimed and smiled. “What brings you two here?” You asked, serving them Oolong tea and a plate with mooncakes, “Chaeng really wanted to be here for you but couldn’t - so we came here instead of her,” Tzuyu smiled as Dahyun nodded, taking a bite of the mooncake.
“Aw that’s so sweet of you two, I hope that you enjoy the event so far,” you bowed, smiling softly. “The Cheongsam you’re wearing is so gorgeous,” Tzuyu said, smoothing the red silk fabric as Dahyun took a picture of you with her camera, “thanks Tzuyu-ah, it’s such an honor to wear this attire.” Ms. Irene began speaking again, “and now for our final event is the Japanese tea ceremony and our special guest Mr. Nakamoto!” Yuta walked on the stage, bowing while wearing a beautiful black Kimono.
“こんにちは、みんなさん,” (Hello everyone,) he smiled and waved, a woman wearing an orange Kimono as she began pouring tea into the cups.
What’s Nakamoto Yuta even doing here…?
“Wow, he’s super handsome,” Tzuyu whispered to Dahyun as she agreed. “Don’t you think so, Y/N-ah?” She elbowed you as you were slightly annoyed, “he’s alright, I guess…” You mumbled in frustration.
“Alright please give a round of applause for Ms. Yabuki’s Kimono showcase and Nakamoto’s Kanji reading,” Irene smiled as the crowd applauded and cheered. “If you’d like, Mr. Nakamoto will do free henna tattoos on table number 26,” she added and pointed.
“Ms. Irene you never told me about this special guest…” You whispered to her, taking a quick glance at Yuta, “well, to be fair Nakamoto insisted it to be a surprise since he knew you after all,” she chuckled, sipping her white wine glass. “You should head over to Mr. Nakamoto and get a henna tattoo, Y/Nssi,” she giggled.
“You look incredibly pretty tonight, Princess,” Yuta cooed, drawing a black henna flower on your forearm, “why are you here?” You asked all confused and flustered by his cool and collected presence, “I was the special guest for the Japanese event, remember?” He chuckled, looking at you deeply.
“これは好きですか?” (You like this?) You looked at him and then at the tattoo, it resembled your favorite flower, “mmh it’s so beautiful, it’s a ‘Forget-me-not’ right?” You smiled as he nodded before whispering into your ear, “but do you know the Japanese meaning behind the flower?” He smiled as you blushed red when he leaned closer. “I– don’t…” You mumbled shyly as he took a bite of a mooncake. “I’ll tell you later, Princess.”
You leaned against a bookshelf. “I’m here because I want to know how you feel,” Yuta mumbled, looking at you as you fluttered your eyes. “I don’t know what kind of person you truly are,” you replied as he pinned his arm next to your face. “I can be whatever person you need me to be,” he smirked, caressing your cheek as you felt your heartbeat race. “What time are you off?” He whispered, “7:00 PM,” you replied, blushing red.
“Sweet, I’ll wait for you.” Yuta chuckled, walking off, “wait! You don’t have to,” you insisted, pulling his sleeve. “It’s rather dangerous this late at night, besides I can drive you home,” he smiled. “Just stay here, let me just get changed,” you said to him as he nodded, you turned around to release your hair from the tight buns and walked to the changing room.
You finished changing as you were wearing a knee-length beige skirt and a white shirt underneath your black coat, “should we go, Princess?” Yuta smirked, fixing his black leather jacket and holding his hand out to you. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you mumbled, taking his hand as you went down, exiting the library.
“Where are we going…?” You asked, sitting on the back of his motorcycle as he gave you a helmet and stood in front of you, “to my place, Princess~” Yuta whispered into your ear as your eyes widened, he started the engine and drove off quickly.
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A/N’s note: The Cheongsam Y/N’s wearing is shorter (around knee length but I couldn’t find any pictures) Thank you so much for supporting and reading my fanfics, hope you don’t mind the many languages and pictures ehehe. ^^"
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haespoir · 3 months
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texts w/ boyfriend!jaehyun
part ???? who knows… i love him tho… also any jjk fans: jaehyun as nanami.. ARE YOU SEEING WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN?????
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luvyutae · 10 months
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under his spell| lee jeno
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Pairing; playboy jeno x nerdy reader
WARNING; smut!
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Jeno pounded into you harder as you moaned his name. You had never felt anything like this before in your life, and you were so close to cumming that you could feel it running down the inside of your thighs as he fucked you. He was so big inside of you, you couldn't believe how good it felt.
Jeno was your average playboy in school and you, you were nothing but study a freak who fell for his charms. What was supposed to be ‘tutoring jeno with math studies’ turned into ‘corrupted and fucked by THE Lee Jeno’.
He was literally fucking you so hard that your glasses fell off your face
"oh fuck! Jeno ... fuck me harder" you screamed out as you were getting closer to your first orgasm. Your legs shook from the sudden rush of pleasure and you grabbed onto him tightly.
You came all over his dick, spraying him with your juices as he continued pounding into you.
Jeno pulled out, letting his cum spill out of your pussy.
“I want more” and just like that jeno had you wrapped around his finger.
Jeno chuckled “look at you, all fuck out and breathless” he caressed your cheek. “Please jeno”
You were a begging mess. But as you wished, jeno fucked you more.
That night he fucked you until you were screaming and begging for mercy.
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23lvrs · 1 year
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nct 127 nsfw twt links
127 x reader 18+
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taeil loved mutual masterbation so much you were actually the one to come up with the idea and now you guys do it at least once a week
taeyong is always talking with sm trainees but you were his favorite and he knows how badly you want to debut so he said he would help you but first you need to help him
johnny always needs you in the car with him because who else is gonna help him
yuta is in love with your tits especially your nipples he plays with them all the time what makes it better is the way you squirm when he does
doyoung goes shopping right away when he finds out sm hired a new cleaning lady for the dorm he hands you the outfit saying that it’s your uniform on your first day of the job you obviously need to make a good impression and go the extra mile for him
jaehyun knew you were fucking other guys and he knows as your friend he isn’t supposed to get jealous but he is he ends up telling you that guys should know you’re friends with him and it didn’t make sense on why this was how they should know but you trusted him
jungwoo was shocked when his best friend came to him asking for sex advice because she was a virgin and he knew the best way to teach you
mark came over to your house to work on a project and apparently you have a thing for guys with glasses because you were looking at him with your thighs pressed together mark got the hint and wanted to help his pretty partner
haechan finds it so funny how you always want to act like a slut but when he’s fucking you, you want him to be gentle of course he’s shoving his dick in you and treating you how you should be treated
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itstheoneshot · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 4
Impact Play: Taeyong
!sub Taeyong
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Taeyong was naughty and always chasing a punishment. He liked it, liked being bent over and spanked across the ass with any object you wanted. Today was no different, he had been bugging you for what felt like hours, wanting your attention while you worked, ignoring your constant replies of I get off at five, bubu, be patient and continuing to ask.
“Hey, honey,” You hum softly, interrupting him mid-game while he sits in front of his computer, you massage his shoulders gently, “I’ve finished work.”
He didn’t even try to finish the game, hitting the power button and taking off his headset and spinning around in his chair to face you. His eyes light up as he meets your gaze, god he is just too cute it makes you want to scream. He reaches out for you and you comfortably settle in his lap, straddling him with your legs dangling off the sides of the chair.
“I missed you,” He whines, “Today was so boring.”
He makes you laugh, he is such a clingy baby. It is hard to even pretend to be mad at him, but he loves it when you do, he loves when he can play into his submissive nature.
“Come then,” You urge him, shuffling back so that you can stand up, “How about we make it interesting?”
His eyes light up again, sparkling like the stars in the sky. He happily takes your hands, following you out of the study and down the hall to your bedroom. Taeyong practically runs to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress and stretching his arms out overhead. You don’t join him straight away, instead turning to walk over to your chest of drawers. You look at him over your shoulder, wanting to take him just like that, but knowing that you promised him this morning for a much more enjoyable time.
He saw the parcel that was delivered yesterday. A pretty pink paddle, with a heart cutout in the centre. Taeyong got half-hard just from looking at it, but you were tired, and with an early morning meeting that you had to be up for today, you just wanted to go to sleep. 
You open the box and carefully pull out the new toy, and by the time you make it back to the bed, Taeyong is fully in the mood, shuffling back a little as if he wanted to escape you. He doesn’t make it far before you wrap your hand around his ankle to stop him, and you motion with the hand holding the paddle to come back closer to you. He pouts at you, but reluctantly moves forward, joining you at the edge of the mattress.
“Should we start by undressing, bubu?” You ask him, gently reaching for his shirt, giggling as he raises his arms obediently, “Good boy, thank you.”
Taeyong beams at the praise, momentarily forgetting about the toy placed down beside you, happily following your directions as you instruct him to undress completely, underwear and all. Leaving him fully naked and you still clothed, he feels so exposed, blushing and trying to cover himself up while you stare at him, drinking in the way that he looks under the dimmed bedroom lights. 
“Did you touch yourself today?” You ask him, noting that he is still soft, which is out of character, usually hard before he even has all of his clothes off.
“No,” He shakes his head, though he averts his gaze, “I didn’t.”
“I don’t know if I believe you,” You respond, reaching over to lift his chin up, “Tell me again.”
Taeyong tries to look away, eyes unfocused, “I swear I didn’t.”
“I’m going to get the truth out of you,” You reply, taking him by the wrists, “Bend over for me, my love.”
He begrudgingly does as he is told, moving to lay across your lap, sticking his ass up for you, soon forgetting to play hard to get. You take the paddle in one hand, and rub gently over his ass with the other for a moment before bringing the paddle down with a sickening crack!
Taeyong yelps, jolting forward as you soothe the red mark left behind, only to spank him again a moment later, revelling in the feeling of his cock twitching against your thigh. You are getting somewhere, with each strike he begins to harden a little more. Three, four, five, Taeyong is in tears but with no complaints, instead asking for more, more, more please until you stop, a hand slipping past his hips to touch his cock, finally fully hard, leaking precum from the tip.
“I’m going to ask again,” You repeat yourself, wrapping your hand around his shaft but not moving, “Did you touch yourself today?”
Taeyong tries desperately to move, though your grip tightens as a warning so he stops, “I did, I’m sorry… I couldn’t wait.”
“Thank you for telling the truth, bubu,” You murmur, “And thank you for taking your punishment so well.”
You urge Taeyong to move now, sitting on the mattress with his legs spread wide, his cock still fully hard when you let go, he glances down at it and then back at you with desperation in his eyes.
“Can you help me please?” He asks in pout, “I’ve been good!”
You stand up from the bed to undress, keeping your eyes trained on Taeyong as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking gently to keep himself fully hard before you rejoin him, moving to kneel between his legs.
“I can help you,” You nod, “But I expect you to help me too.”
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tedeehbear · 4 months
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right where you left me: finale
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pairing: jaehyun x reader
genre (this chapter): fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, small-town au
warnings: everyone is reacting to Jaehyun's grip imprint on y/n's neck from the choking. minors DNI. 
word count: 2.5k
summary: and so we reach the present day. 
right where you left me masterlist
a/n: Luna was based on four of my favorite people on earth, but this fic is dedicated to her biggest inspo, my sister @caratzen. thank you for everything. for waiting for me to wake up. for loving me through that. I hope Mark spitting in your fictional [meow meow] last chapter is apology enough for seeing me lost in my head for years.
I love you to the moon (and to saturn). 
An Hour Ago
“Y/n, how could you do this to me?” The disgust in his eyes falters for a second to let the genuine hurt he feels seep through. I cock my head to the side because I genuinely don’t know what’s the response he’s looking for. He looks down at the choking marks on my neck and brings a hand up, I’m assuming to touch me. I take a step back and out of his reach and watch as the vulnerability fades behind a smirk. The one he does when he wants people to think he’s unaffected by the world. It’s a stupid gesture, really, because I know he only uses it when the world affects him the most.  
“I told you to wait at Delight,” Jaehyun’s words cut through the tension as he comes down the stairs, annoyance lacing his voice more than anything. 
“I can see why.” Haechan scowls down at me and pulls his phone out of his pocket to show me something. “Care to explain?” It’s the picture that Jaehyun and I took last night. He came back because of a photo? He’s been close enough this entire time to come back after seeing a polaroid of me with his brother?
“We’re together,” Jaehyun says from right behind me and places a hand on my waist before continuing, “and If anyone has to explain anything here, it’s you Haechanah.” I shut my eyes immediately. I don’t want to see Haechan’s face as he reacts to Jaehyun’s insinuation.  
“Hyung-” he starts but I move out of Jaehyun’s grasp before he continues. I sit on the bench by the door and don’t look up as I start to put my boots on. Haechan ignores me and spits out, “This isn’t about that. I can’t believe you fucked my-”
“Your what,” Jaehyun cuts off. He isn’t yelling or whining like Haechan is. His words are succinct, sharp, like he's been waiting for this moment. Like he's prepared for it.  
I slam the door behind me in time to miss Haechan’s response. 
Present Day
This isn’t about that. His words ring in my head as I put the car in park. I grab my notebook and pen out of my glovebox and crunch my way through campus to my favorite spot. To the place where this whole thing started, really. 
I peek behind the hedge and smile, there it is. The perfect picnic table: desolate, hidden, and facing the most beautiful part of campus. A row of columns with this huge obnoxious fountain at the end and some of the most peaceful gardens this place has to offer when they’re in bloom. 
I would come here to write during undergrad. Haechan and I spent years here, on days much warmer than this one where he would nap and I would summon the spirits of past scholars. I haven’t written anything in years. I can barely feel my fingers and have to wipe snow off of the bench to sit, but I feel the words inside of me, ready to come out. Ready to accept the truth. 
Haechannie, 
I wish I could write you out of my system, out of my history. I wish writing was an eraser and I could redo anything I wanted. I wish wishes meant something. You left fingerprints all over my life, but the most important thing you left me with, was Jaehyun.
I knew Luna and Jungwoo didn’t like you and I also knew you didn’t like them either. I would pick it up in moments, in shared looks, small comments. You like me best, right? You would ask me from this very lawn in the spring when we would spend hours here together catching up on sunlight. 
The thing is, they didn’t know you like I did. They didn’t experience the intensity and sincerity of the love we shared.
Life with you was like living in a snow globe, only the globe was wherever you decided to take me that day. This was my favorite place you brought me to. This was the place where I might have realized this love was too big for the both of us. 
You were so deeply passionate about everything you loved. Photography, the outdoors, your mother, and me. To the outside world it might have looked like you were dragging me to places I didn’t want to go, to do things I never would have done on my own or with Woo and Luna. That’s only half true. 
The whole truth is that you made our life together an adventure. Every day. My degree might be hanging in Jungwoo’s living room but with you, class was always in session. Here, looking at skies as clear as today's, you would tell me things you didn’t dare speak about with others. You confessed your love of the ocean with facts that I never found fun but I listened anyway. All of our clandestine trips to the coast, and our talks of going out west together to see a real sunset. 
It was laying on this very lawn where I realized you were never going to be a doctor. You belonged outdoors. In the water. And me? I would follow you anywhere as long as I had my Dramamine. 
You built our life for us from scratch. You took a broken, guarded person, and showed me what was out there, what was possible. Jungwoo and Luna might be the foundation to the house I live in, but you would go inside that house and bring me outside. You showed me that as long as you were by my side nothing was really all that scary. 
I’m grateful for those moments, out in the wild, where I would look at you while you were looking through your viewfinder. It’s in those moments where I would acknowledge that I knew what we had was not sustainable. That our love, our friendship, would someday expire. I knew the day would come when your life would be too big even for me. I just hoped when that day came it wouldn’t hurt that bad.  
It was three days after you told me you were moving out. You handed me a cup and I took a sip of…what? I don’t remember. The details of this memory are fuzzy and painful. 
I went to the coast to see you in your new city to listen to you talk about your new friends and a girl who loved ranch and understood how important I was to you. She understood that what we had was special. We had just finished dinner. I don’t even remember what we ate, I only remember being cold and sad. We were discussing summer and when we would see each other again. 
“This is the end of an era,” I remember whispering and staring down at my shoes.
“But not the end of this friendship.” I let your words pass over me and warm me from the inside out. Of course it wasn’t the end of our friendship. We still needed to split up the Polaroids on the fridge and fight over that insanely expensive photo of the lake you took and had framed from my first and most grueling hike. It was only the beginning.
I believed you when we hugged the next morning before I left
I believed you when you moved out while Luna, Jungwoo, and I were on a day trip.
I believed you when I came home that night and only your office was empty. Only the things that fit into your new life were worth taking. Everything else was left behind.
I believed you every time I texted and you would only respond if you had time, and never asked about me.
I believed you when my grandmother died and didn’t reach out.
When my birthday passed.
When yours did. 
It was when almost a year went by and I hadn’t heard a single word that my faith in us, in you, shattered.
I didn’t want to accept what had happened. I didn’t want to move anything at home because I didn’t want to seem bitter when you came back. 
You were going to come back. You had to.
If I could rewrite my life, the apartment would still have burned down. If anything, I would have burned it down sooner. I nee-
“Y/n?” I hear the smile in the man’s voice and look up to see Dk sloshing his way through the snow toward me. He's an old friend of Jaehyun's who runs the library on campus and has come to be my friend too. He’s wearing one of those floppy detective hats and a long trench coat. I close my notebook and wipe the space next to me for him to sit. “What are you doing all the way out here? Oh my god whathappenedtoyou?!” His voice picks up at the end and I laugh. 
“Jaehyun.” I grin and shrug, hopefully, that paints enough of a picture. Dk can take it. He’s one of the only people that can give Luna a run for her money. His mouth drops open in shock and looks down for a moment, I think to gather his thoughts. 
“Okay, but what are you doing here?” He speaks carefully, and though I can ask him the same question, I choose to answer honestly. 
“I saw Haechan today,” I look up to the fountain, off for the season, because I don’t want to see the look of pity that will no doubt paint itself across Dk’s smiley face. 
“Your Haechan, or mine?” He asks this question slower than the previous one, knowing the magnitude of my answer. He's hopeful I'm talking about his Haechan, a friend he made here. A professor. I wish I could give him the answer he wants to hear.
“Mine.” Mine? Was he ever mine? I used to think so. I feel Dk’s hand land on my thigh and squeeze. 
“It was the photo, wasn’t it?” The pitch is gone from his voice, I didn’t think a serious Dk was possible. He laces his fingers with mine for support. I squeeze for confirmation. A silent acknowledgment that his return was about whatever weird competition he had with Jaehyun, not me.  
I look up and see President Lee walking through the garden, seemingly unaffected by the weather, features as sharp as ever. He has not aged a day. “President Lee looks…less ominous,” I deflect.
“He’s in love,” Dk replies wistfully. 
“I think I am, too,” I confess, and when I finally look at Dk again, his all consuming smile is back and he crushes me into his chest. 
“She’s taken, you know.” Jaehyun. I don’t even care how he found me, I’m so glad he’s here. 
“Yeah, I saw.” Dk shoots back and waits a couple more seconds before letting me go. “You are okay though?” He whispers and looks into my eyes then down at the notebook. I nod and smile, then lean in to kiss his cheek. Dk is the best. 
I hop up and wrap my arms around Jaehyun, on the inside of his jacket. He scans my face before pulling me in, searching for the damage Haechan did to me. The truth is, it did nothing. Much like the day I took all the things down at the apartment, and the days that followed the fire, I realized it was time. If anything, seeing him pushed me to come here where the final piece would fall into place. Putting pen to paper for the first time in years, it's finally over. 
“Are you okay?” Jaehyun whispers into my hair. I pull back and beam at him. Am I okay?
“I am, are you?” The look in his eyes makes my insides burn. The softest, most comforting gaze paired with that smile. I would say he’s mine, but he’s kind of ours. Mine, Luna’s, Jungwoo’s, the town’s. He even donates money to the university, which I suspect is Jaehyun’s way of supporting Dk and all the crazy ideas he gets for the library on campus. Jaehyun nods and I bury my face into his chest one more time before I back up and whisper, “Let's go home.” 
Dk waves us off with confirmation that we’ll meet again at the gala the school’s hosting this month. I pick the notebook off the table. Haechan gave it to me so I could write in it on our adventures as he took photos. I separate from Jaehyun as we approach the nearest trash can and look over at the picnic table one more time. I kiss the notebook goodbye and toss it in. 
When we make our way back to our cars I see my best friends leaning on the hood of Jaehyun’s, waiting. Luna sees me first and starts running toward me, Jungwoo following suit shortly after. Her face is etched with worry, panic, and I lose balance as she slams into me. We’re in the snow and I’m laughing when she pulls up to examine my face. 
“Are you-”
“I’m fine, I’m okay,” I interrupt while still laughing. I love that they came for me together, that the four of us are a team. I’ve never felt safer in my life. 
“Jesus Jaehyun, you are a freak!” is the next thing that comes out of her mouth, reacting to the marks. I laugh even louder because really, I’m shocked too.  
“Says the girl that got eiffel towered in my guest room last night.” He shoves her into the snow and laughs before helping us both up. I wipe the snow off of me and make eye contact with Jungwoo, waiting for his turn, eyes glossy. Before I bury myself into him, he presents me with my scarf and tucks it around my neck. They got it back for me. 
It’s the emotion in Jungwoo’s eyes that finally makes mine water. Not because I’m sad, not because Haechan broke me, but because of the love I feel right now, traveling between all of us. He grabs my face and kisses my forehead before he whispers, “I’m so proud of you.” 
The moment was just for us because Luna and Jaehyun are still shoving each other behind as Luna defends herself, “I make no apologies for that, I’ve told you what a young Once-ler does to me!” 
“Ew, Luna!!” 
--
Dear Reader, 
This started as a really angry thing, after Taylor sang Right Where You Left Me as my surprise song and I realized I was still at the restaurant waiting for my Haechan. 
 I wanted to do a lot of vile horrific things to fictional Haechan. In one version of the story Jungwoo beats the shit out of him in the middle of town. I wanted the reader to hate him on behalf of y/n, because she was still stuck defending him, mourning him. I wanted you all to think he was dead (did it work?) because that was the magnitude of the grief I had been feeling. 
Luckily for me, as I was writing this story and working through some very real issues, I realized I didn’t care about Haechan so much anymore. That I was also ready for the polaroids to come down, to burn my own apartment to the ground (figuratively, of course). 
Thank you for coming along for the ride. 
If you’re still at the restaurant too, I'm rooting for you to do whatever it takes to leave.
xx
tedeehbear
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demigod trials: our starlit bond - love you from tartarus | 3.5
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synopsis: mark lee, the clumsy t.a for forging foundations: introduction to the forge, takes you on a magical pegasus ride, and you fall in love.
word count: 3k
pairing: son of hephaestus!mark x daughter of aphrodite!reader
genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, friends to lovers, mark is so cute and clumsyyy
warnings: SO WHOLESOMEE, mentions of death, mentions of mark going into tartarus- this is just love, angst bc he's going to be leaving. this is definitely a whole new oc
author's note: THIS IS A WHOLE NEW OC. this is still canon to the original series, but i wanted to give a closer perspective of mark and the other characters. YES THIS IS THE SAME MARK who is the little brother of oc from the previous chapters. the next chapter will be a sonofposeidon!taehyung fic. also this was supposed to be a drabble but its kinda long
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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three
At the age of 14, you discovered a life-altering truth: your mother did not pass away during childbirth, as you had been led to believe. Instead, you learned that she is none other than the Greek goddess Aphrodite. 
For the average Camp Half-Blood attendee, 14 years old is fairly late to learn about one’s Greek origins. 
The gods promised that they would reveal themselves to their demigod children by age 13, but you guess your mom didn’t get the memo.
Joining Camp Half-Blood the summer after your freshman year in high school came along with significant drawbacks. 
You weren’t good at combat, weren’t good at strategy, and you certainly weren’t favored by the other campers.
In fact, you were disliked so much that your own siblings actively avoided you, scooting towards the far end of the Aphrodite table whenever you sat down with your magical lunch platter. 
During the first two months at Camp Half-Blood, a melancholic reality enveloped you. You sought refuge by sticking your nose in a book and studying your hours away. You wouldn’t even consider yourself to be a good student, but it became a way to make amends for sucking at everything else.
You remember meeting Mark Lee during the first day of your third month at Camp Half-Blood.
It was your first day of Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge. To your surprise, a cyclops marched into the classroom, accidentally knocking over tables and side swiping papers off the teacher’s desk.
In Greek mythology, Cyclopes are one-eyed giants, often associated with strength and craftsmanship. They are known for their forging skills and are credited with creating powerful items for gods and heroes.
Though your teacher Argos was barely proficient in the English language, he certainly knew what he was talking about.
“Um- h-hello c-class! Welcome to Forging class! You introductory class, correct?” Argos asks, his voice deep and gruff- but it was obvious enough that Argos was a gentle giant.
None of the other Aphrodite kids even graced Argos with a response, filing their nails or checking their reflections in a mirror.
You cleared your throat. “Yes sir,” you responded, offering Argos a warm smile. His large mouth grinned, displaying his yellow and crooked teeth and his single eye softened at you, beaming that somebody actually responded to him.
 “Good!” Argos responded, straightening a stack of papers on the desk. Unfortunately, the teacher’s desk snapped in half, causing Argos to blush and his single eye to dart around the room nervously.
“So, your daddy is Hermes?” Argos asked, to which some of your siblings actually sneered.
One of your sisters scoffed. “Our mother is Aphrodite. Maybe you should get your eyes- err- or eye checked out,” to which some of your other siblings burst into cackles.
Gods, you remember feeling so horrible for poor Argos, who immediately apologized clumsily, tears welling up in his single eye.
On cue, a boy burst into the classroom, panting heavily with his hands tightly secure around his backpack straps. He was wearing jeans, converse, and a Camp Half-Blood T shirt over a white long sleeved tee. His black fringe fell into his eyes and he flicked his head back to clear his vision. 
"Sorry I was late!" he panted, resting his hands on his knees. "I was in the forge and got so caught up with something I didn't even realize I was late!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening slightly when he saw poor Argos tearing up.
"Hey big guy, something wrong?" he asked gently, brows furrowing in concern.
Argos, despite being twice as big as the boy, crushed him in a hug, and the boy's face turned red from how hard he was being squeezed.
By the gods' grace, he found it in him to pat Argos on the back while reassuring him that everything would be okay.
Argos stopped crushing the boy and redirected his attention to the class, to which the boy almost theatrically inhaled to catch his breath after almost being crushed to death.
"This is Mark!" Argos announced. "He is teacher's helper!"
Mark nodded and greeted the class. "That's right. I am the official TA, or teacher's assistant, for this class. If you don’t know me, I’m the head counselor at the Hephaestus cabin. It’s nice to meet you all." He smiled at the entire class, but for some reason, you felt shy when his eyes momentarily lingered on you, and you looked away.
"Mark gonna help me!" Argos grinned. "Argos is so happy Mark here!"
Mark smiled. “That means a lot big guy. I’ll be there whenever you need me, alright?” 
He then addressed the class. “So let’s get started with Lesson 1: Fundamental Tools of Blacksmithing. If everybody could come up to the class to pick up their notes, that would be great.”
Needless to say, the Aphrodite cabin did not give a single shit that Mark was leading the class, even though he was a slightly better teacher than Argos. Nobody said anything, their eyes still focused on their nails or mirrors.
Mark fished for something from his backpack: a hammer. He held it up, motioning with his hammer and occasionally pointing it at the class.“You guys might be Aphrodite kids, but I promise blacksmithing is super easy and fun. This class is going to be a blast.”
Your siblings clearly didn't agree, but you figured that you needed to show some sort of enthusiasm. So, whenever Mark met your eyes, you nodded like you were super engaged.
Gods, you thought Mark was the cutest boy you had ever seen. So cutely clumsy, and you couldn't help but giggle at his little mistakes.
“Oh shit, I’m still holding this,” he mumbled, making you giggle. His eyes met yours, and he crimsoned before he cleared his throat.
“"So," he began, "does anyone know what this is?" he asked, motioning towards the hammer.
Crickets.
You raised your hand. "Umm... is it a hammer?" you sheepishly responded, to which Mark beamed and nodded his head.
"That's right," he encouraged, his eyes scanning over your name tag. "Y/N," he finished, flashing you a grin.
“This is your trusty companion, the hammer. Grip it firmly, but not too tight. Precision is key in our craft. Watch closely as I shape this piece of celestial bronze. Every strike has purpose, every movement deliberate.”
Argos passed out hammers to the class, nearly knocking kids over to their displeasure.
That day, you learned all the basic safety rules and how to strike armor against an anvil to shape metal.
For the entire class, you were the only one who engaged, and it almost felt like you and Mark were one-on-one. You didn't have a problem with that.
After class, Mark approached you, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck. “Hey, thanks for responding and whatnot,” he expressed, “The Aphrodite kids don’t seem to like this class that much.”
“Yes, thank you! You are sweet and pretty girl. Very nice. Happy to have you!” Argos added.
You shyly smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I actually find forging to be very interesting. I’m not good at combat or anything so I kinda do better in the forge.”
Mark nodded, “I can see that. You do seem pretty knowledgable- at least about the tools and stuff.”
“For knowing what a hammer is?” you giggled, making Mark’s ears turned red as he stuttered out a response.
“W-well yea. At least you answered. Maybe the others didn’t say anything because they didn’t know what a hammer was,” he reasoned.
Argos nodded in concurrence. “That could be the case.”
With Dumb and Dumber in front of you, you laughed, to which Mark reddens. 
“Wh-what’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” you smiled, shaking your head.
-
Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge marked the inception of yours and Mark's love story. 
Looking back, you realize that you had definitely fallen for him the moment he clumsily burst through the classroom doors. 
On the last day of class, Mark and Argos congratulated you for being the only student to get an A in the class, and Argos offered to treat you to a meal in the mortal world.
Funnily enough, Argos forgot about your plans, leaving you and Mark to awkwardly greet each other by the barriers of the camp.
Mark was adorned with a light blue button-up, slacks, and dress shoes. He had a celestial bronze watch on his wrist, occasionally checking the time and looking out for Argos's arrival.
You approached him from behind, gingerly tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he appeared to be completely awestruck.
That night, you decided to wear a long satin red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. You did your makeup and actually got one of your siblings to do your hair.
Your hair was curled in voluminous curls, and you pursed your lips once more to ensure that your red lipstick was still evenly applied.
Mark couldn't seem to control his reaction because his jaw physically dropped.
“Do I look bad?”
Mark’s eyes widened. “No- not at all. Y-you’re gorgeous Y/N, truly.”
You softened, instantly enveloping him in a hug—one that he reciprocated by holding you tightly, seemingly never wanting to let you go.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Mark deadpanned “I don’t think the big guy is gonna show up.”
“I don’t think so either. So what should we do? We both got ready for dinner,” you pout.
Mark bit his lip, gathering his thoughts before a lightbulb appeared over his head.
“Wanna go for a pegasus ride?”
Your lips parted. “Wait, are we allowed to? Chiron said no more pegasus rides after Jaemin crashed into the Big House.”
A smile graced his lips, and he shook his head in at the antics of his friends. “Yea, but it’s whatever. I’m an experienced rider. You won’t crash if you’re with me.”
With that, he offered his hand and you both ran off to the Pegasus stables .
The sun had set below the horizon, staining the sky with hues of orange, red, and pink. The sky was beautiful, and it was a perfect night.
Together, you and Mark made your way to the stables, where a few winged horses grazed under the fading daylight. Among them stood a magnificent Pegasus, its wings shimmering in the twilight.
The Pegasus, a sleek silver-winged beauty named Zephyr, had nuzzled against Mark affectionately. "This is Zephyr," Mark explained, his palms caressing Zephyr's gorgeous mane.
“He’s so… pretty,” you expressed in awe to which Zephyr neighed, snuggling his snout into your side. 
Mark tilted his head, “I don’t speak horse but I think he says you’re prettier.”
“Oh shut up,” you mused, to which Mark laughs, “I’m serious Y/N-“
And you thought he was going to tell you how beautiful you are, but instead he said “I really think Zephyr said that.”
You couldn’t help but smile, swatting at his bicep. Mark held your hand as you mounted Zephyr before he slid behind you, holding the reins from behind you as Zephyr took off. 
As you ascended into the evening sky, the world below transformed into a patchwork of twinkling lights. The camp, nestled between hills and forests, appeared even more enchanting from above. You and Mark marveled at the serene lake, the training grounds, and the cabins bathed in moonlight.
Zephyr soared higher, catching the cool breeze that whispered through the treetops. Laughter merged with the wind's gentle melody as you and Mark ventured beyond the camp's borders, exploring the surrounding landscapes.
You were sure that your perfectly curled hair was ruined from the wind violently thrashing it, but you didn't care.
Mark used the reins to direct Zephyr to ascend before rapidly descending, and you couldn't help but scream and laugh because you felt like you were on a roller coaster.
Mark scooted closer, pressing his chest directly against your back as he secured the reins. "Ready for this?" he yelled over the winds before Zephyr did an actual loop in the sky.
You screamed before bursting into laughter. "Mark!"
His laughter echoed as clear as ever. 
The moon reached its zenith, casting a soft, silvery glow on Zephyr. You and Mark exchanged exhilarated glances, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter against the backdrop of the starlit sky.
Mark finally decided to stop treating Zephyr like a rollercoaster, and you both tread peacefully amongst the stars.
As you soared through the night sky, Mark shared the story of a defining moment from his childhood, recounting how he acquired a scar on his cheek. It happened during a time when he was still learning the basics of blacksmithing, and he cut himself with the back of a hammer when he swung it too closely to his face. 
He also tells you stories about his older sister. She had embarked on a perilous journey into Tartarus, the treacherous abyss, and actually survived. Tragically, she sacrificed herself by immolating both herself and Gaia, an evil primordial goddess, to death.
In return, you shared how you had struggled to assimilate into Camp Half-Blood. A soft, almost bitter smile graced your lips as you recounted, "My siblings— they kinda avoided me, so I gave up on talking to them," you responded.
You delved into the emotional weight of feeling isolated, the subtle but hurtful distance from your siblings
You couldn't see Mark's face, but you could imagine he was sporting his usual look of concern and worry.
He paused, collecting his thoughts before he responded. "Do you think—could it be like—that they were jealous of your beauty?"
At his ridiculous comment, you actually burst into laughter, and Mark thought that the sweet sounds of your laughter were prettier than the stars and the moon.
"I wish," you giggled, "I wish I had those main character vibes, but it’s just because they don’t like me. And that’s fine."
Mark softened, "That’s alright, Y/N. You have me and Argos. We’re your friends."
You smiled before a thought dawned on you,  "But what if I didn't want you to be a friend?"
“Are you mad that Argos forgot about our dinner reservations?”
“No!” you expressed, “Gods no. Mark, I like you more than a friend. I want to be more than friends.”
As Zephyr began its descent, gently landing on the ground, you wished you could see Mark's face. Perhaps it was a good thing you couldn't, as the lack of visual cues allowed you to summon the courage to confess your feelings.
Mark dismounted from the Pegasus, and in a moment that felt like the culmination of shared laughter, stories, and dreams beneath the starlit sky, he kissed you. 
With that kiss, the uncharted territory of romance unfolded, and that night, Mark officially became your boyfriend. The stars above bore witness to the inception of a new chapter, marked by the shared warmth and affection that had blossomed amidst the celestial tapestry.
-
You and Mark are a happy couple. You keep things to yourselves- really the only person who even knows about your relationship is Argos.
In a humorous turn of events, Argos unexpectedly walked in on you and Mark sharing a kiss by the Pegasus stables. The moonlit rendezvous had created an intimate atmosphere, and the two of you were lost in the moment. However, the serenity was abruptly interrupted as Argos stumbled upon the scene.
Profusely apologizing for the intrusion and seemingly flustered, Argos apologized for forgetting dinner reservations. However, his words were cut short as he gasped, realizing the nature of the situation. 
“You- you and Mark are … dating?”
There's no room for conflicts; if something bothers either of you, a simple conversation resolves it.
That is, until he tells you that he’s willingly going to sacrifice himself to Tartatrus.  
You both are in the 18+ Hephaestus cabin resting on his king sized bed, and you almost think he’s joking until you really get a good look at his face.
“So you’re serious,” you deadpan.
He nods, “I am. I can’t let my older sister be sacrificed to a dangerous primordial God,” he reasons.
You bitterly nod, not being able to contest that. Mark’s older sister is one of the most well known demigods within Camp Half-Blood. She actually died and came back to life with the Physician's Cure- so you completely understand that Mark doesn’t want to endanger her life again. 
“Okay, then I’m coming with you,” you bluntly respond, arms crossing as you glare daggers into Mark
“No.” 
This is likely the first time where Mark has ever refused you, and you feel on the verge of tears.
"Mark, you run the risk of dying. What if—what if I never see you again?" you ask breathlessly, your voice carrying a hint of worry and vulnerability. In response, his expression softens.
He approaches you, his movements gentle, and pulls you into a comforting hug. "I don't know, Y/N. I might face that risk, but if I do—then it's for a good cause."
Tears begin streaming down your face and onto Mark’s sweater. As they fall onto Mark's sweater, you voice the overwhelming fear that has taken root in your heart. "Mark, you can't. I can't live without you. I need you here."
He sighs, holding you more tightly. “I’m prepared. Baby- I’m strong. Nothing’s going to happen to me-”
“You have to promise me Mark. You have to promise me that nothing is going to happen,” you sob. 
Holding you more tightly, he attempts to provide solace amidst the uncertainty. "I'm prepared. I've done all I can to ensure survival, but I can't make any promises."
You hold him as you cry into his neck. Gods, you’re going to miss Mark so much. The thought of being without him is nearly unfathomable and a tremor runs through your body.
An alarm goes off on his celestial bronze watch. 
Mark sighs, a look of urgency enveloping his features, “Babe, I have to go now- but meet me tonight by the portal to Camp Jupiter.” He hurriedly pulls away, gathering his belongings into a backpack. 
He pulls you in for one last kiss before escaping through the stairs and out of the cabin. 
-
You follow Mark's instructions diligently, patiently waiting by the portal to Camp Jupiter. As your eyes scan the familiar faces, you spot Mark's older sister and her friends approaching. Recognizing Taehyung, Namjoon, Rose, Jungkook, and Mark's sister among the group, you brace yourself for their arrival.
Mark's older sister beams at you as she recognizes you, immediately pulling you into an unexpected and warm hug. The surprise is evident on your face, realizing that Mark had shared the news of your relationship with his sister. While you hadn't anticipated this revelation, you don't harbor any objections.
"Hello?" you manage to greet.
"Y/N," she responds with a smile, "It's me—Rose. Can you turn off the mist for a second?" With a snap of Rose's fingers, the appearance of Mark's sister morphs into none other than your boyfriend.
A breath catches in your throat, and you're left breathless as Mark shakes his head, enveloping you in a reassuring hug. "It'll be alright. My sister's safe, and you're safe too. Everything will be okay," he whispers into your hair.
Taking a moment to process the unexpected revelation, you sigh and pull back. It dawns on you that this might be the perfect time to make your relationship public. You lean in and kiss Mark passionately and ardently,
“You got this, sweet boy. I believe in you,” you express pulling back from Mark who appears dazed and starstruck.
He reddens, knowing that the other demigods are staring right at you and him, but you don’t care. You press another chaste kiss to his lips.
Collecting himself, Mark takes a moment to share crucial information. "Y/N, look. My sister and I manufactured these rings that'll keep you updated with everything that's happening to Jungwon and me. Just go to Bunker 9, and you'll get live updates of everything that's happening," he explains, holding up his finger to showcase the ring.
As he holds the ring for you to see, you can't help but marvel at the intricate craftsmanship. The significance of the piece becomes apparent — a tangible connection to Mark, a lifeline to stay informed about the events unfolding in their Tartarus.
You hear a voice from behind, “Does your sister know that you told your girlfriend about Bunker 9?”
Mark ignores it and hugs you one last time. 
“I love you, sweet girl. You’ll be with me the entire time.” He lifts up the locket you gifted him for your first-year anniversary, a delicate piece adorned with your image within its bearings.
And with that, Mark transforms back into the image of his older sister and walks into the portal to Camp Jupiter.
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userleetaeyong · 6 months
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convinced the nct members keep kissing each other not because they're gay but because they have literally never felt the touch of a woman and are desperate.
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