#neoholiday

[neonun-au]

rum, eggnog, and an accidental confession | nakamoto yuta

pairing: yuta x reader genre: friends to lovers, fake dating au warnings: none word count: 4.2k

for @nct-writers​ NeoHoliday Writing Fest~ Finished it barely on time, I blame night shifts

The snow falls in a blanket of white outside your window, obscuring the view of downtown outside your apartment windows. You sit on the edge of your bed, phone to your ear--suitcase still sitting empty next to you after three hours of failed attempts at packing--listening as your mom drones on about the goings-on at home. You try and formulate some excuse to stay in the city for the holidays. Some reason viable enough to get out of going back home and listening to every member of your family criticize your life and choices instead of working on their own. 

Work obligations? Too obvious, your mom would never let you live it down. 

The weather is too bad to make the drive home? If it keeps snowing like it is currently, it might actually turn into reality. But as it stands now, she would never buy it. 

You grit your teeth and prepare for the inevitable. Another Christmas spent in a haze of mulled wine and brandy, stuffing cookies into your face to avoid as much conversation with your aunts and uncles as possible over dinner. 

“Your brother is bringing his new girlfriend this year, too. They seem very happy together,” the shift in topic breaks through your fog of swirling regrets and you blink to attention, dreading the trajectory your mom is now heading down. 

“That’s good for him, Mom, I’m excited to meet her.” you sigh, silently pleading for her to drop the topic for once.

“It’s too bad you don’t have a boyfriend you could bring, _____.” 

“Mom,” you warn, trying to cut her off before she can begin the same familiar tirade about your love life.

“I just want you to be happy, honey,” she starts and you think that might be the end of the topic for once before a burst of inspiration flows into her voice, “but you know, we’re having a hall party this year and that boy you dated in high school will be there, what was his name again?” 

“Mark,” you supply the name, inwardly groaning. You nod along as she plans out the big reunion with your first boyfriend. Someone that you know full well has a girlfriend and absolutely no interest in rekindling anything with you even if you were interested. 

“Mom,” you break through her monologue, “I’m fine, really. I’m happy. I’ll call you before I leave tomorrow, okay?” You say your goodbyes and end the call, flopping back onto your bed with a sigh before picking the phone back up and scrolling through your contacts. 

Yuta, please kill me

No can do, ______. Why so dramatic? 

Christmas

Mom grilling you again? 

Over. A. Fire. 

Want some moral support? Wine?

Yes pls. Both.

Be right there

Tossing the phone back onto your comforter, you set to work throwing some items into your suitcase. A few shirts, pyjama pants, jeans, and undergarments all tossed haphazardly into the awaiting vessel--a visual representation of your life staring up at you mockingly in a mess of fabric. A knock sounds at your door and you abandon your efforts, letting Yuta into your apartment and accepting the outstretched bottle of wine in his hands with a grateful smile. 

Your friendship had started in your Earth Sciences course at university when you ended up as lab partners--both equally as clueless about the properties of rock and stone. But you managed to squeak by without too much damage to the samples, and had forged an unexpected bond in the meantime. Everything about Yuta just fit. His optimism and love for life and people balanced your nervous disposition well. You went to the same concerts, shared the same taste in books, and had the same favourite wine. Everything about it just felt right. 

In the beginning, your other friends had been convinced that you would start dating. If you were being entirely honest, a part of you had hoped for that as well. A part of you that watched him through a haze of wine and marvelled at the sparkling depths of his brown eyes, or the slight upturn of his lips. A bigger part of you, however, was afraid. Afraid of losing a friendship that felt so integral and comfortable. So you settled on friends and chose to ignore the way your heart would occasionally race when he brushed up against your arm, or pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“So, what was the lecture today? Career? Money? Love?” Yuta asks, pouring a healthy amount of wine into your glass before filling his own. 

“My brother, apparently, has a girlfriend he is bringing to Christmas,” you sigh. “So selfish of him, he should have stayed single so the heat would be split between both of us, but now she’s trying to set me up with people from high school.” 

Yuta nods in contemplation, glancing at you over the rim of his wine glass. “Just lie,” he shrugs, “tell her you’re seeing someone.” 

“You don’t know my Mom,” the wine hits your taste buds in a wash of relief--bitter tannins matching your bitter mood. “She’s like a bloodhound, she’ll sniff out my singlehood in a second. What are your plans for Christmas?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, “my family decided to go on holiday over the break and I didn’t feel like paying for the flight or resort.” 

“So you’re spending it alone?” You ask, thoughts of your own misery abandoned for a moment. 

“Yeah,” he shrugs, swirling the burgundy liquid around in his glass. “I’ll probably just stay at home.” 

“Yuta, that’s so sad.” You're not sure if it’s the wine getting to your head, or the thought of your best friend spending this holiday alone, but you feel your throat tighten. Taking another sip of wine, you try to wash down the swelling emotion. 

“I’ll be fine, _____,” he laughs, patting your hand in reassurance, “you worry about me too much.” 

“Someone needs to.” 

“If it makes you that upset,” he leans forward, eyes glinting with a familiar sheen of mischief, “then I have a proposition for you.” 

His face sits inches from yours, you feel the warmth of his breath across your face--watch as the glimmer in his eyes dances and shines in the lights of your apartment. A thread of worry builds up in your heart, “what?” 

“Take me home with you for Christmas,” he grins, and you feel your heart stop in your chest. “I won’t have to spend Christmas alone and you’ll get a pseudo-boyfriend for the holidays so you don’t have to listen to your mom nag.”

This was a bad idea. Every fibre in your being hums in fear at the thought. The feelings so carefully buried under years of platonic friendship rear their head like a dragon awakening from slumber. Fake dating? Too cliche, like something out of a Hallmark holiday movie. The girl in love with her best friend, they put up a good front for a while before they realize their feelings for each other and share a kiss on Christmas day under the falling snow. 

Except this wasn’t a movie, and you knew that kiss was not going to happen. That the only way this could possibly end was in heartbreak. 

You open your mouth, the rejection forming on your tongue, but stop short and watch as Yuta pulls back away from you. The cold air replacing the previous warmth from the proximity of his face. He sits, holding his wine glass aloft, wide smile still playing triumphantly across his face and you sigh, “okay.” 

“Really?” He laughs. Despite his pleasure at the idea, he had evidently not expected you to agree to it. 

“Yes, really,” you sigh, ignoring the chorus of screaming in your head. “Let’s do it. But,” he quirks an eyebrow as you point an accusing finger in his direction, “this is just so you don’t have to be alone on Christmas and I get a peaceful holiday for once.” 

Yuta nods gravely, holding a hand to his heart, “All for show,” he says, “I promise I won’t make you fall in love with me.” He finishes with a wink, downing the last of his wine. 

Too late, you think, reaching for the bottle to refill your own glass. 

--

The car slides to a stop in the snow covered driveway of your childhood home and you turn the engine off. Yuta reaches for the door handle but you stop him with a hand on his arm before he’s able to get out. “Yuta,” you shake off the edge in your voice, built up from spending the entire drive chasing your worried thoughts around in circles in your head. 

He takes your hand in his with a gentle squeeze and a soft smile before you’re able to finish the thought, “don’t worry, _____.” The warmth of his hand sinks into your heart, soothing the anxious knots in your chest like a balm. “I’ll be the perfect boyfriend,” he says with a wink before opening the door and collecting the bags from the trunk. 

“That’s what I’m worried about,” you sigh after him, stepping gingerly onto the ice-coated driveway. 

The front door opens wide with a gleeful cheer from your mom. “You made it!” She pulls you into a suffocating hug before reaching over and wrapping Yuta in a similar vice grip. “Oh, I’m so happy, ______. I don’t know why you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend sooner, you know I can keep a secret I was just telling Aunt Martha the other day--” she continues the story, entirely disproving her point, as she ushers you into the house. 

You glance worriedly towards Yuta who simply smiles and follows your mom inside, leaving you in the wake of the greeting clutching your suitcase in hand. The weight of your decision sinks like a stone in your chest as you follow behind and listen as your mom chats happily with Yuta. The dread consumes your mind as you watch him listen in rapt attention, nodding along as she gives him a guided tour of the home, pointing to the gallery of old family photos lining the walls. 

She leads him upstairs and you follow behind. "And this was the year when _____ decided she wanted to be a witch, she wouldn't take the hat off no matter what--" 

"Mom," you warn, herding her up the rest of the stairs. 

"Oh, no need to be embarrassed, honey, it was so cute." She pats your cheek with a dismissive hand before turning her attention back to Yuta, “we had to see the principal because of it three different times.” 

"Yeah, ____, it’s cute." Yuta nudges your side with a wink, eliciting a groan of protest from you. "Besides, I was convinced I was a dinosaur when I was four."

Your mom laughs as if it's the best joke she's heard and you feel your heart constrict even tighter. The thread of your hopeless infatuation pulling taut as you catch the glimmer of mischief twinkling in Yuta's deep brown eyes. He wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you into his side--the stone sinks further into the pit of your stomach. 

"Okay, it’s so lovely to meet you, Yuta." your mom chirps, grinning at you as you stand in Yuta's embrace, "I'll leave you two lovebirds to get settled. Come down for a drink and snack whenever you're ready."

"Thanks, Mrs. _____, it’s lovely to finally meet you as well." Yuta loosens his grip around your waist, flashing a smile as he grabs the bags and hauls them into your room. 

It's been years since you last lived at home, but by the state of your bedroom it looks as though you had never left. Band posters and magazine cutouts line the walls next to old polaroids and photos of friends. Yuta sets the luggage down and leans over to examine some of the photos on the wall, a small smile tugging up the corners of his lips. 

"You never told me you played basketball," he laughs, looking at you with incredulity. For years now he’s been trying to get you to join him in some amateur sports league or another, but you maintain a staunch resistance. 

"Just for a year," you nod, sitting on the edge of your bed. "I was terrible." 

You watch as he moves around your room, eyes scanning over your entire childhood and adolescence laid bare before him. A feeling of nervousness creeps up your spine as you sit in the silence of your room--a vulnerability you haven't felt in his presence since your almost drunken confession at a party three years earlier. He smiles at a photo of you from your last year of high school before coming to sit next to you on the bed. You shift your eyes to your hands, examining the chipped nail polish adorning your fingers--unable to bring yourself to make eye contact with him. 

"Yuta," you breathe, twisting your fingers around each other. He brings a hand over yours as if to still them, thumb soothing out the nerves wound tight in your grip. "Was this a good idea?" 

"Probably not," he laughs softly, and you can't help but snort at the honesty. "If you want to stage a dramatic breakup later, we can do that." The thought sends an even stronger wave of panic coursing through your body. Even if it were just acting, you think it would likely break your heart regardless. 

"No, we're here now and I'm pretty sure my mom is in love with you already," you rub your palms flat against the thighs of your jeans--shaking off his hand in the process. "We should at least eat dinner."

"Good call.” He nods, hand flexing against his thigh. You stand and lean over to unpack your toiletries from the suitcase--missing the way his eyes linger on your back as you move from his side. 

--

A flurry of noise and movement downstairs pulls you and Yuta back down into the fray. You brace yourself for the incoming parade of questions and well-wishes aimed towards your facade of a relationship. Anxieties flare and you try to warn Yuta, to force him to sit down and concoct a backstory with you, but he simply smiles and tells you not to worry. That you’ve known each other long enough, you can just wing it. 

With a deep breath you descend the staircase and walk into the open arms of your family. Uncles, aunts, and brother crowd around and tug Yuta into their orbit. He falls in line seamlessly, as if these are he has known them all his life. As if he belongs here, amongst this chaos and chatter. His smile and laughter soothes your worries even as it winds the thread around your heart even tighter. 

Within minutes the meal is set out on the massive dining table and the real test begins. 

You watch and listen over a plate piled high with turkey, gravy, and vegetables as your brother and his new girlfriend regail the table with the tale of their meeting. A meet-cute in a coffee shop worthy of any romantic comedy--discovering their shared interest both in Stephen King and Americanos with far too many pumps of hazelnut syrup for anyone's good. 

They smile at each other in a mixture of embarrassment and love and you feel the bile rising in your throat knowing the questioning would inevitably turn in your direction. You pray the years of friendship will make the affection at least half as believable as the love in their eyes. At least, that it will be enough for Yuta to pretend--you know that love already exists in your own. 

"So, Yuta, how did you meet our lovely _____?" Heads turn in your direction and you reach your hand out wildly under the table--seeking out Yuta's own hand to quell your bubbling nerves. You sit frozen, feeling as though you’re about to take a test you never studied for. 

"Ah, she had the unfortunate luck of being partnered with me for our only science lab in university."

"Oh?" Shock reverberates around the table at the answer, your mom's eyes are wide with curiosity. "You've known each other for quite a long time then."

Yuta nods and you squeeze his hand, silently begging him to direct the topic of conversation elsewhere until you're able to find your voice. 

"Was this the Earth Sciences lab, _____?" Your brother asks, removing his attention from the forkful of mashed potatoes in his hand and glancing across the table towards you. 

"Yes," you reply, hesitant,unsure of why that detail might matter. 

"I remember you telling me how absolutely in love with your lab partner you were, glad to see you acted on it for once."

The memory hits you in a wave of pure horror. The first and only time you had ever told your brother about a crush. A foolish decision to trust him with something so delicate one time years ago--finally the consequences of that decision are rearing their ugly head. Your grip on Yuta's hand tightens as you scramble for a response. 

You could deny it. Say that your brother must be mistaken in his recollection, but that might only fuel to fire. Another round of teasing and ribbing from your all too eager uncles. 

You feel Yuta tense beside you, a subtle flexing of his muscles and you chance a glance in his direction. His expression is relaxed, casual. You wrench your eyes away from his and direct your gaze back towards your plate. His grip on your hand tightens, almost imperceptibly, as if he’s giving you permission to confess. To speak the words that have held their home so long in your throat without any release. 

You swallow the lump in your throat and prepare. Prepare for the end of a friendship as you once knew it. "Yeah," you laugh nervously, hoping your expression doesn't betray the fluster of emotions and thoughts swirling through your head. "I guess I finally did."

You retract your hand from Yuta's grip and dig back into your meal in an attempt to both calm the shaking and escape the familiar warmth of his touch. The conversation drifts from you, towards your uncle’s new business ventures, and you breathe a sigh of relief. Grateful that for once your family has taken the hint to drop a topic instead of sinking their teeth into it like ravenous wolves on a carcass. 

The evening passes as you walk the delicate line of trying to avoid Yuta's gaze as much as possible while also not drawing suspicion from your family. Thankfully, your mom mostly monopolizes his time by flipping through old family albums and making him promise to bring his own childhood photos next Christmas. A promise he agrees to readily when you’re out of earshot. 

You walk through the house, glass of rum and eggnog in hand--oblivious to the glances and stares Yuta throws your way as you drift in and out of his sight. 

--

Evening slips away into darkness and one by one your family disperses from the gathering--either to their beds upstairs or their own homes in the neighbourhood--and you're left staring blank faced at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

The thought of facing Yuta now without the distractions of family, food, and wine keeps you frozen in the bathroom for far too long. Held captive by your own fears. Fear of the inevitable rejection, fear of the aftermath, fear of laying next to him on your childhood bed in a cold, sleepless sweat. 

A soft knock at the door jolts you out of your spiralling thoughts; you open the door to see Yuta standing there in his pyjamas, an expression of mild concern painted on his face. "Are you okay? You've been in here a while," he brings a hand up to rest on your shoulder and you jump at the contact--deepening the crease of worry in his brow. 

"I'm fine, I’m just--" you gesture vaguely at nothing--excuses run dry. “I’m fine.” 

"If you say so," he shrugs, clearly unconvinced by your flimsy dismissal. "I can sleep on the floor if you want?" The single queen bed stares at you in all its floral robed glory and you take your lip between your teeth, worrying at the skin--an old habit you thought you were long past. 

You've spent many nights in the same bed as Yuta, usually either after a night of drinking or in an attempt to save money in an already discounted motel room during a road trip, but the thought of being so close to him now twists something inside if you. An adolescent worry at being so close to your crush. 

"No, it'll be fine" you lie, shaking your head. Yuta shrugs and slides under the comforter, holding it up for you to crawl in next to him. With a deep breath, you follow, body engulfed by the weight of the blanket and the warmth radiating off his body. "Night, Yuta," you flick the bedside lamp off and plunge yourself into the welcoming arms of darkness. 

You lay still, body tense for fear of brushing against his own accidentally. His breathing beside you is even and steady, a stark contrast to your own shaky inhalations, and you wonder briefly at how calm he is. Does he just not care? 

On one hand, the thought is a relief. The friendship might continue, unmarred at least on one side. Eventually you'll get over the pseudo-confession--push it to the back of your mind along with everything else.

On the other hand, the silence stings like that sharp pain of rejection. 

"Relax, ______," Yuta whispers into the dark, hand under the comforter moving towards your own. The familiar comfort of his grip seeking yours in an effort to soothe once more. 

"Sorry," you breathe, trying to force your body to release the tension stiffening your limbs to no avail. “Did--” you start, scrambling for a topic to alleviate the awkward silence, “did you enjoy dinner?” 

"You avoided me all night," the accusation comes finally and you brace yourself with a barricade of excuses. Yuta was rarely one to shy away from difficult conversations, a trait you usually admired but tonight for once wished he didn't have. 

"Sorry," his thumbs rubs small circles over yours and you resist both the urge to pull away and to pull yourself into him. To bury yourself and your worries into his chest. 

Yuta tugs your hand gently, a silent gesture for you to take the leap. To move closer. "Was it past tense or present tense?" He asks and you can hear a hint of hesitation in his voice, something not often there. It softens something inside of you even as the question confuses your thoughts further. 

"What?" 

"Were you in love with your lab partner, or are you in love with your lab partner?" Mistakenly you had thought you could get away--you could slip out of the inevitably uncomfortable conversation and pretend like nothing was different. Pretend like you always have. But Yuta doesn’t play those games. He pulls you gently, closer to his side, and you follow even while you prepare for the worst. Grateful the lights are off so he can't see the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

You swallow your pride, and speak the confession into his chest, "...are."

The world slows to a stop. You are keenly aware of his heartbeat as it races in his chest, the feel of his hand brushing against your arm. You can feel rather than see the wide grin as it grows across his face. "Good," he says, "because I'm also in love with my lab partner. Present tense."

The anticipation of rejection is replaced by a wave of shock as you look up at him through the dark. His face, so ingrained in your memory, swims before you in shadow as he reaches his head towards yours. You feel his breath before your lips meet, the warmth sending shivers over your whole body before finally he presses against you. Soft lips against your own, finally. You lean in eagerly, making up for all the time you've lost to fear and indecision, and Yuta laughs against you before pulling away. 

"Why didn't you say something sooner?" You ask, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"Why didn't you?" He shrugs, as if that's answer enough. You roll your eyes and kiss him again, sinking into the feeling of reciprocated affections. "I was afraid of losing you," he whispers as you break away from each other. 

"We really are idiots aren't we?" You reply, tucking yourself back against his chest. 

"Yeah," he laughs and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Mostly you.” 

“Wow, thanks, maybe we should stage that breakup after all,” you poke him in the sides, tension melting away into the mattress as the old familiar back and forth returns. The friendships has returned--tinted now with something more in the wake of a long overdue confession. 

“No,” he shakes his head, smoothing down your hair with his chin in the dark. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint your mom.”

© 2020, neonun-au

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[yuta-nakamots]

the christmas song - m.ti

Pairing - Taeil x Reader

Genre - Fluff, Single Parent!AU

Warnings - None (lmk if I should add any)

Summary - It wasn’t uncommon for when the weather grows colder, many hearts do as well. Though you hoped this was not true in the case of yours and Taeil’s, that the warmth of each other’s hearts would be enough to break the ice.

Word Count - 4.7k

Taglist - @ahgase55g7 @notnctu @yutacrush @pastelsicheng @puppywritings @neonun-au @dreamieofu

A/N - Inspiration: The Christmas Song by Michael Bublé. Special appearance by: @astroboy-lele​. This fic was also supposed to be released two days ago but finals has not been kind to me :’)

Written for the Taste of Winter Collab hosted by @dearyongs and @pastelsicheng. Also part of the Neowinter Festival hosted by @czennienet and the Neoholiday Festival hosted by @nct-writers.

When you had told your best friend, Furou, that you’d pick up her son from preschool, you thought that you’d just pop in and get the kid, that’s it. You didn’t know that you had signed yourself up to be the referee at a mini MMA fight.

“Xiaolong put the toy down.” You commanded the four-year-old you were supposed to be signing out. He was currently fighting over a little dragon figurine with a young girl who appeared to be his age or somewhere around there.

“No! I had it first!” He cried out. “Get your own dragon!” He yelled towards the girl.

“Xiao, give her the dragon, we’re going home.” You stated firmly.

He refused to give up the toy and started whining even louder, prompting you to pull the toy out of his grasp. “You need to learn how to share, young man,” you scolded before turning to the little girl he was fighting with, “I’m sorry about that sweetie, what’s your name?”

“Jaeha.” You were surprised when you heard two voices, one from the girl in front of you and another from behind you. Turning around, you were greeted by a handsome young man who you assumed was Jaeha’s father from the resemblance she bore to him. “Her name is Jaeha. Sorry about her, she’s a bit much to handle when she sees something she wants.”

“Oh, it’s alright, Xiaolong here needs to learn how to share things properly,” you motioned over to the said boy who still had his eyes on the little dragon in your hands, “I can’t believe he’s nearly five years old and doesn’t know what sharing is.”

“Jaeha’s the same way. It must be an age thing,” the man said with a chuckle, “Is he yours?”

Your eyes widened as you hurried to explain your relation to Xiaolong. “He’s not mine, I’m just here picking him up for my best friend. She has her hands full being a med student and all.”

“Ah, I see,” He remarked as he picked up Jaeha, “this little rascal is mine, though I wouldn’t trade her for anything else in the world.”

You felt a tug on your shirt and looked down to see Xiaolong still eyeing the toy. “No, Xiao, mommy is waiting for you at home. I can buy you a little dinosaur of your own if you want one so badly, how about that?” The boy broke into a smile at your offer.

“Oh, can you recommend some good kid’s stores in the area? I just moved here so I’m not too familiar with everything just yet.” The man informed you.

“At least you had the sense to come at the beginning of the school year, I pity the kids who are just thrown in during the middle of the school year,” you commented, “but the toy store I normally take this little guy to is the one near the end of this street, it’s in the little shopping center.”

“I’ll try taking Jaeha there once we get a little more settled in, thank you. My name is Taeil by the way. You are?”

“Y/n,” you said with a smile, “would you like my number? Like in case you ever need anything?”

“Yeah, sure! That’s very kind of you.” His voice was very sweet and kind of calming, you noticed.

When you were dropping Xiaolong of at Furou’s apartment, you couldn’t help but let her in on your encounter from just a little earlier. “Is he cute?” She asked, excited to hear you talk about a new man after your last relationship didn’t go so well.

“He is, but he Furou, I just told you that he has a daughter. He probably has a wife or at least a girlfriend if anything.” You didn’t want to get your hopes up in case this was true.

Furou hummed out in thought, “yeah well, you never know.”

You shrugged your shoulders, indifferent to the whole situation. “If you ever need me to pick him up again, feel free to call.” You said, nodding over to Xiaolong who was busying himself in front of the TV with his collection of toys.

A week later and you find yourself in a similar situation from the daycare, except this time it’s at the local swim center where you were supposed to be picking Xiaolong up from.

The only difference was that this time Taeil had gotten to the two fighting kids before you did. “Jaeha, no, Xiaolong had the goggles before you did. You can’t just take them from him when he’s clearly using them.”

Xiaolong made a face at her, seeing as how her own father sided with him. Jaeha made the same mocking face back at him. “But Daddy, he’s being mean.” She whined.

“That doesn’t mean that you have to act the same back to him.” Taeil explained calmly to the irritated four-year-old.

“Jaeha, how about you apologize to Xiaolong so he knows you’re sorry.” You proposed, joining Taeil where he stood in front of the two kids, both still dripping from being in the pool.

Jaeha let out a sigh before turning to Xiaolong. “I’m sorry for taking your goggles.” She admitted plainly.

“And?” Taeil prompted.

“And I won’t do it again.” Jaeha concluded.

You turned to Xiaolong, “do you accept her apology?”

“Do I have to?” He questioned.

“No, but it would be nice if you did.” You replied.

“Okay, then I guess I will.” You made a mental note to tell Furou that her son was getting increasingly sassier by the day so she better watch her mouth around him.

After both kids were sent off to go wash up and change, Taeil spoke up as you both waited for them to return. “Sorry about that again. If you don’t mind, how about I take you to lunch sometime as an apology.”

“No apology necessary but I like the sound of that. Are you free this week?” You inquired.

“Yes, actually. Does Friday work for you?” He appealed.

“It sure does,” you informed him with a smile, “we can talk about the details over text, the kids are coming back.”

Taeil’s smile mirrored yours as he agreed with you, “sounds like a plan.”

As you were dropping Xiaolong off at Furou’s once again, you told her about the new development in your relationship with Taeil. “Okay but no taken man would ask out a woman to lunch.” She commented.

“It could just be in a friendly manner because he said ‘as an apology’ for the kids fighting at swim class.” You reasoned.

“Check his ring finger,” Furou sighed out, “you need to check it next time you see him or else I really will strangle you.”

Your eyes widen at her statement. “Not every married or taken person wears a ring these days.”

Furou put her head in her hands. “You’re really frustrating to work with, you know,” she pauses as she looks back at you, “I’m rooting for you, I really am, so stop making excuses and actually try, will you?”

“Fine, fine, but if, and only if, he is single and is ready to be in a relationship.” You decided.

“Fair enough.” Furou agreed.

It was currently Wednesday and you had told your coworkers Xiaojun and Hendery about your upcoming dating on Friday. The three of you were hired around the same time under the marketing branch of Neo Corp. and quickly grew close to each other after finding out you were all the same age.

Part of your job as being part of the marketing team was to come up with possible marketing strategies for the company, which Hendery excelled at. Though sometimes, he got a little too extreme and that’s where Xiaojun comes in to moderate him. You did a little bit of both, coming up with the ‘Gen Z’ type of ideas with Hendery but also keeping things realistic and reasoning with Xiaojun why some ideas are better than others. Such was the case with your situation with Taeil.

“Do you know where he plans on going for lunch then?” Xiaojun asks, excited to hear about an actual possible relationship as opposed to Hendery’s weekly hook-ups.

You shook your head, “he said he would text me but he hasn’t yet.”

“Are you sure he even has your number?” Hendery chimed in.

“Yes, I’m sure. I told you that we traded numbers after the preschool incident.” You breathed out, wondering just how Hendery got himself hired.

He held his hands up in defense, “just double-checking.”

At that moment, your phone vibrated and you picked it up without much thought.

Unknown > y/n

11:46pm: Hi y/n, this is Taeil. I thought about this for a bit, and it’s actually quite embarrassing to admit, but I don’t really know where would be a good place to go for Friday. I’m open to any suggestions you have though, I trust your taste.

“Oh my gosh, guys he just texted me,” you exclaimed, “he said that he doesn’t know where to go and wants me to suggest somewhere to go.”

“How would he not know where to go?” Hendery wondered in disbelief.

“Hey, not everyone is level 100 at dating like you are.” Xiaojun teased though Hendery took it as a compliment and winked at him while laughing. “Anyways,” Xiaojun continued, “maybe you could go to that little coffee shop down the street. The one we ordered the sandwiches from last week.”

“Those were some pretty good sandwiches” Hendery interjected.

“Hmm, I actually like the sound of that. I’ll send him the address for it, thanks guys.” You told them appreciatively.

Xiaojun spun around in his chair, “wow, I can’t believe our y/n is finally going on a date for the first time in over a whole year.”

You looked up to shoot him a look. “It doesn’t help when all you men are so weird.”

“She’s not wrong.” Hendery commented in agreement.

When Friday came around, you couldn’t help but be excited for your little date with Taeil. You had even somehow managed to sneak out ten minutes before your lunch break began, though you probably should have just left then instead.

There was the familiar ding of the elevator when you hit the button and you hoped it wouldn’t take long since the indicator above the door showed it was coming down from one of the higher floors. You also hoped it would be empty since that was the floor the executives were on and you didn’t really want to be caught leaving for lunch earlier than you should be.

Luck clearly was not on your side when the door opened, revealing your director, Taeyong along with none other than Taeil. “...yeah she’s really nice and pretty cute too. I met her when I was picking up Jaeha from swim-” He barely managed to stop himself mid-sentence when he realized your presence.

“Good afternoon, Ms. y/n.” Taeyong greeted you as you stepped into the elevator next to him.

“Good afternoon to you too, Mr. Lee.” You replied, not missing the pout he made when you referred to him so formally.

“I told you to just call me Taeyong, we’ve worked together for almost five years now.” He whined, childishly stomping his foot to help get his point across.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I can’t help it, you’re my boss and we’re at work. When we’re not on the clock then maybe I’ll call you Taeyong,” you couldn’t hide your smile at the way his eyes filled with hope because of your words, “but right now you’re Mr. Lee, chief marketing officer of Neo Corp. and my head director, so let’s keep things professional.”

Taeyong let out another grumble, causing Taeil to chuckle, inadvertently reminding Taeyong of his presence. “Oh, right! Ms. y/n, this is Taeil, chief information officer. He just transferred over from our branch in Korea.”

You looked over at Taeil, unsure of how to react in case he wanted to keep your relationship on the low. “Ah, I actually met y/n last week.” He informed Taeyong, the two of them sharing a knowing look.

The elevator chimed once again as it slowed to a stop at a different floor. “Well it’s nice to know that you’re making friends here, Taeil,” Taeyong remarked as he stepped out of the elevator, “but I’ll see the two of you around, no funny business in the elevator!”

You laughed as the doors shut and the elevator continued on to the ground floor. “So, chief information officer? Really?” You asked in disbelief, turning to Taeil.

“Yeah, really.” He replied, a hand behind his neck as he looked away shyly. “I wasn’t planning on saying much about my job but since you’re in the company anyway, I guess there’s nothing to hide.”

“If anything, I have more to hide.” You joked, immediately stopping to explain when you see Taeil’s worried expression. “I mean like, with me leaving early for lunch right now and the other stuff that goes on in the marketing department since you’re an executive and all.”

“Oh, you can still talk to me, I promise I won’t tell Taeyong.” He said as you shot him a look while the elevator dinged once again, signaling its arrival.

Continuing your conversation on the walk to the cafe, you asked Taeil “why did you move here, especially since Jaeha is so young?”

“I was actually just recently promoted after the former head director retired,” he explained, “the branch in Korea isn’t as developed as the one here so the company asked me to move out to this one just to make things easier.” You nodded your head to let him know you were listening. “As for Jaeha, the timing worked out with school just starting up.”

“Don’t you have a wife or girlfriend that you could have left her with?” You question, hoping the question wasn’t too invasive.

Taeil hesitates a bit before responding. “Her mother...she passed away two years ago. I’ve spent so long mourning her loss and only recently did I decide that it was time for a change and the promotion came just like that.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No it’s totally fine, I understand where the curiosity came from.” Taeil interrupted, which you weren’t upset about at all.

Speaking with Taeil was surprisingly easy considering the fact that you’ve only known him for a little over a week. Even as the two of you ate, it wasn’t awkward like you thought it would be. You were able to connect with him as you spoke about the best places to shop or go to hang out. You even had enough confidence to ask him out on a date to one of the latter places, which he agrees to.

This first date turned into a second, then a third, and even up to a sixth. Xiaojun and Hendery are always asking for the latest details, wanting to be kept up to date with your budding relationship. You made sure to keep Furou in the loop too since she was the one who helped to start this relationship by asking you to pick up her son from preschool. Though again, she had called you to pick him up from his swim lessons since it was finals season and she forgot she had a paper due at midnight.

It was already November and the fall weather was changing to winter, even the heated indoor pool was not enough to keep the chill out of the room, causing you to shiver just a bit as you waited for Xiaolong’s class to end. You distracted yourself by watching the kids swim back and forth with their instructors and got so caught up in it that you nearly jumped out of your skin when Taeil sat down next to you.

Both of you laughed at the situation and began talking about anything that came to mind whether it be about work, Jaeha’s antics at home, a new recipe you tried out, you really felt like you could talk to Taeil about anything. It was quite disappointing when you heard the chatter from the kids as they all began getting out of the pool and going to change out of their swimwear.

You said goodbye to Taeil when Xiaolong and Jaeha came out, bickering as usual, though it seemed to be more friendly since it was about which superhero would win in a fight though neither side really wanted to admit defeat. As much as you wanted to watch them continue their debate, you knew Furou would be waiting for you so you helped Taeil end it and take the kids out of the building.

As you were getting into your car, you hear an engine struggling to start from nearby though you pay it no mind since the cold weather can cause cars to act up. You looked around, trying to figure out which car it was when you realized that the engine really wasn’t starting and found a very frustrated looking Taeil getting out of his car and opening the hood of it.

You told Xiaolong you’d be back in a bit before leaving to offer Taeil help in any way possible. You didn’t really know much about cars so it just ended up being you offering him a ride home, which he gratefully accepted since the sun was starting to set and the temperature continued dropping.

Taeil smiled at you once both of the kids were secured in the backseat and resumed their previous argument. “Thanks for being so nice and helping me out like this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t have to,” you agree, “but I wanted to.” You saw Taeil make a face out of the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry, was that too cheesy?”

“It was cheesy but I like it.” He chuckled, which was not a surprise to you after hearing the jokes he often makes.

The ride to Taeil’s apartment was rather peaceful aside from the kids in the back and it ended a little too soon for your liking but it seemed that Taeil was thinking the same was since he graciously invited you inside for a bit to thank you.

Jaeha was getting tired and cranky and started actually arguing with Xiaolong though Taeil quickly put it to rest when he turned on the TV and put on a show that he claims Jaeha has been really into these days. As soon as the kids are successfully distracted, the two of you decide to move your conversation to the kitchen where you won’t disturb them.

“Taeyong has been asking about you a lot these days.” He informs you.

You raise an eyebrow at this. “Really? What does he say about me?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just telling me to take good care of you and how he’ll send me back to Korea if I hurt one of his favorite employees.” He shakes his head at the playfulness of his fellow executive. “I didn’t know you were one of his favorites though.”

“You’d never believe this but he hired me on the spot after seeing a few of the ads I had put together for other companies.” You pulled out your phone to see if you still had pictures of them that you could show to Taeil. “Mr. Suh even said that he thinks Taeyong may or may not have had a crush on me, though he was leaning strongly towards the ‘may have’ side.”

“Ah, that’s Johnny alright. Always getting up in other people’s business. I’m surprised he’s not on me the way Taeyong is though.” Taeil laughed.

“Isn’t he busy with the foreign expansion project? Or is that not under his watch?” You ask.

Taeil shook his head, “it’s under him but he’s working with HR and finances as well so things are taking a while.”

“It’s HR, what do you expect?” You joke, drawing a chuckle from Taeil too.

“But anyway, I’m glad Taeyong didn’t act on his possible crush on you.” He states.

“Oh? And why is that?” You questioned.

“Well, you see, I actually really-” He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing.

You pick it up, checking the caller ID, and let out a gasp when you see it was Furou and just how late it had gotten. “Hold on, I have to take this. Hello?”

You’re answered by the audio of Marlin from Nemo going “have you seen my son? Have you seen my son?” and nearly snort from how ironic it was.

“Sorry, I stopped by somewhere else for a bit. I’ll bring Xiao back in a bit, I promise.” You told Furou.

“Okay, but hurry up, his dinner's getting cold.” She grumbled.

You rolled your eyes, forgetting that she couldn’t see you. “You have a microw-” the beeping over the line interrupted you and you pulled the phone away from your ear only to see that she hung up on you. “That bitch, I swear-”

“Xiaolong’s mom?” Taeil guessed.

You nodded your head and let out a sigh. “I should get going before she gets any more pressed on where her son is. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Alright, please drive safely.” He tells you as he goes to get Xiaolong from the living room.

The first snow had fallen in the second week of December, indicating that it was time for the annual marketing department’s holiday party. Most, if not all, of the people in the department, looked forward to the party since Taeyong had declared it to be totally informal, no treating people as superiors in the workplace, no formal mentions of names, nothing.

You knew a fairly large amount of people in the marketing department and most of them knew each other as well so it was easy to pinpoint an unfamiliar face in the crowd. “Who’s that guy in the corner over there?” Hendery asks you as you both stood in line for the buffet.

You looked over, finding the person in question, only to realize it was Taeil. Next to him was Taeyong who had caught you staring and waved at you. Taeil turned as well, smiling as you waved over at them before sending you a little finger heart. “Okay, now I really want to know who he is. What was all that about?” Hendery pressed.

“Can’t you see? That’s clearly Taeil,” Xiaojun butted in, “who else would she be giggling about when they send her a heart like that? You’re so dense sometimes.”

“Hey! That’s only sometimes though.” Hendery defends, emphasizing the word ‘sometimes’. “Let’s go sit at the table next to them. Xiaojun go sit down before someone else does.”

Xiaojun let out a whine. “That means I have to get out of line and get back in line once you guys already have your food though.”

“We won’t start eating without you, I promise.” You tell him.

Xiaojun caves at that and goes “ugh, fine” as he walks over to the table next to Taeyong, Taeil, and the other higher-ups.

“That promise only extends to you right? You didn’t say ‘we promise’, right?” Hendery whispers into your ear.

Scoffing, you hit his shoulder, “Be nice.” He rubs the spot where you hit him and mocks your expression.

Hendery’s teasing continues throughout all the games like ‘pin the tail on Taeyong’ when he insisted that you do it on Taeil, which Taeyong even supported and allowed to happen. This paired with when Hendery screamed out yours and Taeil’s names for the pocky challenge was really pushing your buttons but you couldn’t deny the fact that you enjoyed being with Taeil and getting to feel the slightest brush of his lips against yours.

“So, do you have any plans for the holidays?” You ask him as you take the seat next to him, seeing as how Hendery was actively talking to Taeyong who was currently in yours.

Taeil lightly hummed “mmm, no, not really. Why?”

“I was just gonna say that if you don’t have anywhere else better to be, I’d like it a lot if you were to come over to my apartment sometime.” You say shyly.

“I like that too,” he admits with a smile, “how about Christmas Eve? That way we don’t get in your way in case you have any plans for Christmas?”

“Yeah, that sounds good to me.” Laughter erupted from the table next to you and you looked over to see Taeyong all but choking down your glass of water with a half-eaten pepper in front of him while Hendery films him with his phone. “Thank god we’re off for the rest of the week.” Taeil nods in agreement.

It was Taeil’s idea to cook dinner together since he didn’t want you to go through the hassle of making a large meal on your own. You were thankful though since you didn’t really trust your own cooking abilities, especially since you were fine with just eating whatever since it was usually just you eating the food you made.

Taeil was, by far, a much more skilled cook than you though he never once made you feel bad about it, instead of teaching you and giving you tips every so often. Being able to cook with him made the time go by so much faster and it made you wish that cooking was like this all the time.

The two of you took your servings of food to the living room and ate on the couch, Jaeha seated on the floor in front of both of you, the Hallmark movie on TV illuminating your living room. The movie was barely even halfway through when you hear the slightest of snores from Jaeha.

The little girl had cleaned off her plate and was now dozing off, the tiniest bit of drool forming at the corner of her lip. “I think that’s a sign that I should get going soon.” Taeil whispers, careful not to wake his daughter.

“You can stay if you want.” You tell him.

He shakes his head, “no, I really should get going. I’d rather wake her up now and get her home sooner than have her get a weird sleeping schedule going.”

“No, I mean like, you can stay the night if you’d like.”

“A-are you sure?” Taeil asks, eyes growing wide.

“Of course.”

“In that case, there’s something I want to do first.” He pulled out his phone and began typing before holding it above both of your heads.

You look up at his phone at back at him in confusion, “what are you-”

“It’s mistletoe, look!” He showed you his phone screen and sure enough, it was an image of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Rolling your eyes, you tell him, “if you want me to kiss you, you could have just asked.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Then can I just ask you to be my girlfriend?”

You froze with your mouth slightly open. “Moon Taeil, that is like, the smoothest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Sooooo is that a yes?”

“Definitely a yes,” you set your plate down on the side and leaned over from where you were sitting, closing the distance between you and Taeil, “now how about that kiss?”

Taeil’s lips met yours and couldn’t believe how soft they were. You felt his hand come up to caress your cheek as your lips slowly began moving together. His lips parted ever so slightly but before either of you could do anything, “Dear Santa, my wish is to never see this happen ever again.”

You and Taeil broke apart from each other, looking down to see Jaeha with her hands over her eyes. Taeil picked her up and settled her in between both of you. “Well, sweetie, you’re going to have to get used to it because you’re going to be seeing y/n a lot more often now.”

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[nct-writers]

NCT-WRITERS PRESENTS: NEOHOLIDAY 🎄❄

This festival is announced earlier for participants to be able to have more time to write. While this is announced on the first of October, #neohalloween is still open for entries, a Halloween writing festival that will take place from October 16 to November 7.

Snowflakes and warm fires, cocoa and woolen blankets, baubles and presents! It's time for the holidays and…. Christmas! With that, NCT-WRITERS presents It's new festival to celebrate the winter months; NEOHOLIDAY! 

But wait! There's another twist. This is the season of giving and receiving, and therefore, the works that you participate with, can be dedicated to someone special to you! It can be your friend, loved one, special mutual or literally anyone you want!

Your works can be based off of Christmas themed movies, carols and classic songs, if you wish to derive inspiration from them!

NEOHOLIDAY is going to feature Holiday themed stories by our dear members who wish to participate in the celebration.

This event is member exclusive, so if you want to participate, Apply now!

When is the event taking place?

The celebration will be from December 1 to December 23, for twenty three days around the Christmas season. Just like NEOHALLOWEEN, each of these twenty one days will have a scheduled NCT 2020 member. You will have to post your work for the member you have chosen to write for on the assigned date. For example, if you chose Johnny and his assigned date is December 6, you have to post your work on December 6.  

GUIDELINES:

How can I join?

The event is member exclusive, therefore, you have to be a network member.

Send an ask to us if you wish to join or message @sunhyuck​ (Kei), @alreadyblondenow​ (B) or @jimjamjaemin​ (Mona). Mention the member, the prompt or trope etc, and the url or relation(in case the person doesn't have a Tumblr profile) of the person you're dedicating your work to.

If you're not a member yet and would like to join, apply now!

What should I write?

Drabbles, timestamps, oneshots are allowed. However, all works should have a minimum of 500 words.

All genres are allowed, even smut. If going 18+, please only write smut for legal members if you are gonna write smut, only suggestive is allowed for Sungchan and Chenle, and no suggestive nor smut for Jisung.

The work should be based on the spirit of the winter holidays, or Christmas. You can also take inspiration from Christmas themed movies, carols and songs if you wish to! A reference list will be provided to you.

Notes: 

Please make sure you can make it before sending an ask.

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[shining-red-diamond]

Keep the Change (Part 1)

Words: 2.1k

Pairing: Jisung x Sunhee (OC) (feat. NCT DREAM and OCs)

Rating: PG-13

Genre: fluff, some angst, comedy

Warnings: violence, fighting, language, brief character death, mentions of vandalism, illness, and robbery

Summary: Being the youngest of twenty-three members, Jisung can get into trouble. He loves his members, but he feels as if everyone else, except for his girlfriend Sunhee, push him around at times. However, the morning after a fight with a member, he realizes that he’s been accidentally left behind. Although he has temporary freedom until his members return, there’s also trouble around the neighborhood caused by two thieves targeting wealthy families’ homes like Sunhee’s. Inspired by the holiday classic Home Alone. (Part of the NEOHOLIDAY event)

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December 22

“Go finish packing,” Taeyong commanded for the last time.

Jisung obeyed and exited the room, infuriated with being denied just even sitting in the same room with someone. He was all packed for the trip to Paris he, the other NCT members, and some of their wives and girlfriends were going on for the holidays. Jisung just wanted some time to spend with the people he was closest to, but they were busy packing, playing video games, or tending to their small children.

“Dude,” Mark scoffed as he walked by, his large suitcase in his hands, “you’re like eighteen. Tattling is for six year olds. That should have died out for you twelve years ago.”

“Who said I was tattling?” the younger male defended as he followed Mark into his room, “I was expressing how I was being left out.”

“By going to Taeyong to call Johnny a jerk without saying it to his face?”

Jisung just crossed his arms and huffed. “I’m just tired of being treated like a baby around here.”

Mark patted his shoulder. “Then, don’t act like one, and Johnny was messing with you.”

That reply earned him an eye roll. He meant well, but Mark didn’t always say the right thing correctly.

“By the way,” the older boy added, “since Sierra and Alex are coming, you’ve been assigned to bunk with Alex for tonight.”

“I’m aware,” Jisung shrugged.

“You didn’t let me finish. Alex is scared of the dark, and knowing you don’t have a nightlight for him, don’t be surprised if he wakes up screaming and crying.”

Mark walked off without another word to go help another member to pack.

“Pizza’s here!” Jaehyun called from the kitchen.

Immediately, everyone dropped what they were doing and headed towards the kitchen, Jisung trailing behind them as he was still moody from his members rejecting them. He loved them dearly, but being the youngest of twenty-three members proved to be wrong sometimes. The only two members closest to his age were Sungchan and Chenle, but even they weren’t babied as much as he was.

As he crossed the front entryway, he noticed a cop by the door somewhat taking a look around the house and wanting someone to speak to. No one robbed them as far as he knew, but he really couldn’t be bothered.

Most of the members had sat down to eat already, plates full of two or three slices of their favorite kind. Despite having eaten some ramen earlier out of frustration from not being able to see his girlfriend Sunhee, Jisung grabbed a plate and anticipated having just a slice of cheese.

“Daddy, what time are we leaving tomorrow?” Alex asked Johnny.

“Early,” he replied, “we’re leaving at eight in the morning.”

“Sweetheart, the pizza boy needs 133000 won,” Taeyong’s wife Savannah told him as she was feeding Hayden some bite-sized beef slices.

“For pizza?” he replied as he was getting some milk.

“Ten pizzas times 12000 won.”

“You want us to pay for it?” Johnny offered.

“Nope, we’ve got it,” Taeyong shook his head as he searched his wallet.

Jisung opened a few boxes of pizzas, but couldn’t find any cheese. The boxes were either empty or had some sort of topping.

“Did anyone get a plain cheese?” he asked.

Lucas, who was standing by and shoving slices into his mouth, smirked and said, “Well, yeah, we did. But if you want any, someone’s gonna have to barf it all up.”

If anyone knew how to mess around with people, it was Lucas, but it was always out of love. He had a younger brother himself, so he was somewhat of an expert on picking and poking at people. However, he had no knowledge of Jisung’s frustration, yet it was no excuse for the joke he was pulling on the maknae.

“Jisung,” Lucas cried as he made a shocked face, “quick grab a plate!” He slumped over mockingly and made gagging sounds before chuckling at his own joke.

This, mixed with the worry of Alex’s midnight banshee screams and being left out all day, triggered Jisung’s anger and pushed him over the edge. In one swift motion, he balled up his fist and punched the older boy in his face. Hard.

Lucas ended up stumbling backwards, his elbows hit the cups filled with sodas and water; and it all spilled onto the-

“Passports!” Taeil cried as he and Johnny worked quickly to rescue them.

The other members helped with drying them, and Kun and Jeno pulled the fighting boys apart. Lucas’s nose was bleeding, but thankfully it wasn’t broken. Alex was startled by the chaos and started crying, and Sierra took him out the kitchen to calm him down.

Taeyong, in full dad mode now, finally stepped in and raised his voice at Jisung. “What is the matter with you?”

“He started it!” Jisung snapped. “He knows I don’t like the other toppings.”

The maknae knew it wasn’t just Lucas’s antics that made him lash out, but rather everything from that day. However, there would still be consequences to his actions.

“Look what you did, dummy!” Ten snapped as he was trying to dry his soda-stained jeans.

Jisung looked around at his members. It was all silence, except for Alex’s sniffles in the next room. Everyone else just had a look of disappointment on their faces as they stared back at him.

“Jisung, just go to your room,” Taeyong finally sighed.

“Why?”

With a huff, Taeyong pulled the maknae by his elbow. He complied and Taeyong was able to let go of him as he knew that Jisung wasn’t Alex’s age.

“Why do I always get treated like trash?” Jisung demanded.

The police officer and pizza boy were still standing by the door.

“I’m sorry,” the leader chuckled as he pulled out the money for the delivery boy. “With so many people going on a trip, it’s a little crazy. Some of our members have young children, so the chaos escalates a bit. It’s just nuts.”

He paid the pizza boy, and the young man wished them a Merry Christmas before walking out of the door.

“Having a reunion or something?” the officer asked.

“No,” Taeyong replied. “The group has some time off for the holidays, and some of us have families of our own, so we want to spend Christmas and New Year’s with them. Paris is where we’re heading.”

“To Paris, you say?”

“Yeah, We hope to leave tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent.”

Jisung just rolled his eyes. Why was the officer here in the first place?

“If you’ll excuse me, this one’s out of sorts. I’ll be right back.”

Taeyong guided the maknae by the shoulder, and the officer called to them, “Don’t worry about me. I spoke to your wife already. And don’t worry about your home. It’s in good hands.”

NCT’s leader marched the boy up the stairs as the man left the premises. “There are twenty-three members in our group, and you’re the only one who has to make trouble.”

“I’m the only one getting dumped on,” Jisung shot back.

“You’re the only one acting up. Now, get in the room.”

He had led them to the guest room instead of Jisung’s bedroom.

“The guest room?”

“Go.”

“It’s scary in there.”

Taeyong didn’t buy his guilt trip. “Don’t be silly. Alex will be up in a little while.”

“I’m not sharing a room with Alex. You know about him. He screams in the middle of the night.”

The leader sighed and massaged his temples. “Fine. We’ll put Alex somewhere. Just get in there and cool off.”

Jisung had already chilled out by now. He tried to apologize, but Taeyong shook his had and said, “It’s too late. Go.” If a frustrated huff, he stomped into the room.

“I don’t want to see you again until tomorrow morning,” the leader said just before closing the door.

Plopping face down on the bed, he pulled out his phone and texted Sunhee, who wasn’t able to join the group due to her having plans with her family for Christmas. She was quick to respond. Sunhee was one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet, and Jisung was happy she was his. His career did make it difficult to see her sometimes, but he always tried to make time for her. It was just as frustrating for her as she was about to graduate high school and working hard to stay on top of homework and final projects. Jisung ranted about how he felt he was being pushed around by everyone and just wanted to stop being treated like a baby, as he was eighteen years old. Sunhee was very understanding as she was one of the youngest of her cousins, but she said something similar to Mark in a much more kind manner. He knew they were right, but it somehow stuck with him more than the way the older boy had said it.

After they talked, Jisung put his phone down and got ready for bed.

-

Silence.

The only sound Jisung woke up to was silence. Not a word, a child’s babbling, or even a footstep could be heard from outside the bedroom. Maybe everyone was in the kitchen eating breakfast before heading to the airport. He didn’t bother checking his phone before stepping out into the hallway.

The lights were on, so that was a good sign, at least. Some of the doors were open, some were closed. He peeked into a few of them, but they were empty with piles of mess of some sort in each room.

“Taeyong?” he called out as he made his way to the kitchen. “Taeyong? Mark? Johnny? Lucas? Savannah? Sierra?”

He continued calling out everyone’s names, even the ones who were just starting to talk. After calling for Jeno, he gave up. Was he alone in the house? He sat down at the table and remembered everything he had been jabbed with the night before.

“Tattling is for six year olds. That should have died out for you twelve years ago.”

“…if you want any, someone’s gonna have to barf it all up.”

“There are twenty-three members in our group, and you’re the only one who has to make trouble.”

“Look what you did, dummy!”

Now, Jisung didn’t feel so bad. He realized that the members had left and possibly forgotten him, but now he had some freedom for a while before they could realize anything. Soon, he was dressed, danced whatever choreo around the house to whatever music he desired, and even went through the other members’ personal stuff as well.

Lucas’s, however, was a gold mine. He had some things from his family such as a letter from his parents and a picture of him and his younger brother, and a white Louis Vuitton purse with Sydni’s (his girlfriend) name tagged on it, which must have been a Christmas gift for her. What hit the jackpot was some firecrackers hidden beneath some magazines. Jisung wasn’t sure how Lucas sneaked them in, but there they were.

Once they were placed in his room for the time being, Jisung decided to make a huge ice cream sundae for himself with a side of snacks. He put in an old drama titled Filthy Souled Angels. A mafia piece, he thought. Interesting.

The drama began with a man in a trench coat and fedora entering an office of some sort.

“It’s me, Weasel,” the man told an older gentleman sitting at a desk. “I got the stuff.”

“Leave it on the doorstep,” the older man shouted at him, “and get the hell out of here.”

“All right, Junseo, but what about my money?”

“What money?”

“Acey said you had some for me.”

“Is that a fact? How much do I owe you?”

“Acey said 10%.”

The older man, Junseo, smirked. “Too bad Acey ain’t in charge no more.”

As he watched and snacked in the living room, he called out, “Guys, I’m eating junk and watching a mafia drama. You better come out and stop me.”

“He’ll call when he gets out of prison,” Junseo continued, Weasel looking defeated. “Hey, I’ll tell you what I’m going to give you, Weasel’ –Junseo pulled out a rifle from under his desk and aimed it at Weasel- “I’m going to give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow no-good ass off my property before I pump your guts full of lead.”

“All right, Junseo, I’m sorry,” Weasel backed up. “I’m going.”

“1, 2, 10.” Junseo opened fire at the Weasel, cackling as the man dropped to his knees and died on the spot.

This surprised Jisung, and he was quick to cover his eyes as it scared him so bad. He kept his eyes covered until the last bullet was fired and Junseo said, “Keep the change, you filthy animal.”

Jisung turned it off, and switched it to classic Christmas movies for a while. Once he caught his breath, he cleaned up the kitchen and living room, and then returned to the couch. He fell asleep during How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

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Second Star to the Right | Na Jaemin

✦ Jaemin x reader ✦ Fluff, Smut, Smut, Smut, Angst, Fairy AU ✦ 1/5 for HOLIDAY SERIES: Once Upon A December

Summary: Jaemin is a mere tooth fairy who’s just doing his job collecting teeth became you’re one and only true friend. You have strict parents so you crave for adventure and so Jaemin offered you one and brought you to Neverland. As you two grew old together, you became closer and soon fall in love with each other. Seasons change and so does your feelings towards Jaemin. Will a tooth fairy and a human will have a happy ending?

Word count: 7,532k

Warnings: Heavy cheating, swearing, skinny dipping, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex, nipple play, betrayal, slight swearing, mentions of Jaemin being peeping tom 

A/N: PURE FICTION. Inspired by the fairytale Peter Pan, but not following the main plot. Just the idea of never growing up, fairies and pixie dust. It’s a cute story of saying good bye to your innocence, childhood, and accepting that you’re growing. Nothing heavy don’t worry. 

Neoholiday entry #1 @nct-writers​ | To: @jimjamjaemin​ From: Bear

6 years old

Days have always been laid down for you from the moment you wake up until you close your eyes good night. At a very young age, you’ve grown very tired of this routine and dreamt of being a normal kid like your cousins or the kids that you see at the mall. Given that you’re homeschooled, you don’t know anyone that’s not family or staff in your house.

“Oh, would you look at that,” your nana hold your chin to look at your loose tooth and had a wild guess on when it’s going to come out. “If you keep playing with it with your tongue it will come out faster... and you will meet your tooth fairy soon” she tricks you.

As a very smart kid at a very young age, you know that tooth fairies are just characters from a storybook and probably not real. Maybe the idea of meeting someone new excites you to the core that you don’t care if they’re real or not and all you did is play with your loose tooth while reading a book, while drawing or coloring, while playing the piano, just so you could meet a new friend.

Your tooth came out the next day during breakfast with your parents. Unexpectedly you felt it came out while you were chewing your bread. Without any hesitation, you ran to the kitchen to find your nana and show her your teeth with the biggest smile.

“Where did she learned to be excited like that? Not so proper for a young girl” your mom says to your dad, pouting her lips and looking at him coldly.

While you were looking for your nana, all the staff in your house is busy eating breakfast and greeting you ‘good morning little Ms.’ as you ran past them and give them a sweet smile. “It came out nana, what do I do next?” you tell her the great news and showed her your tooth.

“Tonight, you put it under your pillow and try to catch that fairy! You’re a smart girl, I know you can do it” she smiled proudly at you and told you to go back to your parents.

As you go on with your normal routine, you waited patiently for bedtime and made the preparations for meeting that tooth fairy. Although you’re not sure if someone will really go in your room tonight, you still baked cookies for the fairy and hope to gain a new friend. When bedtime finally came, you secure your tooth under your pillow, fluff your blankets, and checked the baked cookies on your bedside table.

You waited with your eyes closed.

Waited.

Waited.

“Her room is big....” Jaemin murmurs to his friend Renjun. “Oh look, there's cookies” he whispered.

“Yeah yeah. We're here to work, Taeyong will be pissed if we don’t make it back in time- I’ll cover the next kid,”

He leaves his friend with great worries because Jaemin doesn’t know how to follow protocol, and always mess things up. Either way, Jaemin needs to learn how to be a tooth fairy.

Slowly, he opens your window and made his way inside, scanned your room, and looked at a few books. “She must be smart” he murmurs again. He scanned and feed his curiosity until he wants to while eating the baked cookies that you made.

“You’re a boy?”

The fact that fairies are true did not shock you at all but knowing that the tooth fairy is a boy was indeed a shocker to you.

“Well yeah... aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? I can’t give you a coin if you’re awake” Jaemin reasons out with a cute smile. “You baked these?”

he continues to eat the cookie in his hand.

“Yes. Did you like it?”

“Absolutely. Thank you”

You bit your lip out of disappointment as he came closer to you and stopped his curiosity when he sees your pout. Why? His curiosity switched to you and he wanted to know why you look sad, “I mean it. It’s delicious” he sat at the edge of your bed, near you but not close enough.

“I thought you’re a girl, I wanted a friend” you frown.

“Well, I can’t be a girl, but I can still be your friend- if you want” he smiles awkwardly at you.

Without hesitation, you turned your frown upside down and reached for your tooth under your pillow, and hand it to your new friend. “Wow. Did it hurt?” he asked.

“Nope. Didn’t hurt a little, it went off when I was chewing bread this morning. I was so happy” you giggle and smiled at him, you noticed he has a nice smile and his pearly whites.... are perfect. Just like how a tooth fairy is supposed to be. As you two exchange more stories and feed each other’s curiosity, Jaemin forgot that he’s supposed to meet Renjun at the gates of Neverland and go back together.

“Oh my, I need to get going-“

You see his body glow in an instant, as he ready himself to fly. A pixie dust he says, and it can make him fly if he believes in it. “I guess this is goodbye then?” you said as you come near your window and watch him float.

“Oh no no. We’re friends now right? And I’m your tooth fairy so we’ll meet again soon. Just believe in me”

“Where are you from? Can I visit you?”

He shook his head and pointed at a star in the sky. “Neverland. Second star to the right” he explains excitedly. Without any other word or goodbyes, he jumped from your window and flew away. You felt the wind gush on your face as you watch him fly, happy that everything happened according to plan, even happier that it’s never goodbye with Jaemin.

You now have a proper friend.

13 years old

Years have passed now and Jaemin’s job as your assigned tooth fairy is long gone. Although it was a test of patience because he can only visit you whenever you have a loose tooth, he taught you how to trust the next moments that are bound to happen, meaning “there’s always a time for everything. And besides, it’s never goodbye between us it’s always ‘see you later’ right?” he says. After being your tooth fairy, now, he’s just your friend and he can visit you every night after he collects teeth from different children, sacrificing your sleep just so you can meet Jaemin every night.

“How’s school? Are they nice to you?”

You and Jaemin lay on your carpeted floor while looking at the stars through your window. It’s your first day in school today and only Jaemin knew how nervous you were because you’ve been homeschooled all your life.

“They’re nice. But they’re not you” you answered truthfully.

“But you have to try because I’m not always with you. It’s hard to be alone in a place where you’re not used to”

“Look at you, you always take care of me” you turned your head to him and smiled sweetly, “I’ll try” you added.

“Just make sure you’ll never forget about me… or else I’ll fade” there's a slight hint of sadness in his tone when he told you that. Like he’s scared of losing you even though he has many friends already.

He told you a long time ago that he exists because you believe that he does, and if you forget about him he will fade.

As you gave your schoolmates a chance and befriend them, eating out and going out on weekends, you realized that if you have too much fun with them, eventually, whether you like it or not, you will forget about Jaemin. And you never want that to happen. Jaemin has done so much for you, and he doesn’t deserve to be forgotten. With that, you decided to make him your priority without being a loner at school.

“So after we went to the movies, we went to this park and walked hand in hand it was so romantic…” you’re FaceTiming with your friend while you wait for Jaemin, giggling like a little girl from your friend’s stories and secretly wishing to experience a good date someday. Holding hands while walking in the park, going to movies, kissing. Sounds…. normal, and you want every taste of it.

While you were fantasizing about holding someone’s hand, you see Jaemin floating outside your window smiling like he hasn’t seen you for weeks. “Hey-Uhm… I have to go, my mom is calling me and I should go. See you tomorrow-“ you finished the call without letting your friend say her goodbye and went to your window and welcome Jaemin.

“I saw you smiling, what’s that all about?” he says, giving you a small seashell from one of the islands from Neverland. He has a habit of bringing something small for you every time he visits as if he’s sharing a part of his world with you.

“Oh that. I’m just listening to my friend about her first date with her crush- Date, uhm it’s uh… humans do that to know each more, they go out and eat somewhere”

“I’m guessing you want to do it?” he knows you well. You smile shyly as you place the seashell on your shelf. You didn’t answer him yes, because you know he’ll figure it out himself. “Let’s go on a date then” he blurted out. Just like that.

“How are we going to do that when you’re not allowed to visit me when the sun is up?” you crossed your arms and squint at him. Amused with how much he’s willing to risk just so he can give you everything.

“Pixie dust. Neverland. Come on, it will be fun trust me”

His idea of a date was beyond something you could imagine. You never thought of someday going to Neverland but if he told you to trust him, then you will trust him with all your heart. He grabs his pixie dust bag from behind him and sprinkled some of it at the top of your head. Is this really happening? Is he really going to take you on a date to Neverland just so you could know how it feels like going on a date? The wind gushes on your face as you stand near your window, nervous because “Jaem, I don’t know how to do this” you weren’t scared, of course, you trust the pixie dust but you just don’t know how to fly.

“Right… right I’m sorry. Here grab my hand”

His offer made you feel shy for the first time. So it’s really a date then because you’re going to hold hands… Without wasting any more time, you grab his hand and grip it nicely, savoring the feeling of holding his soft hand for the first time. Little did you know that Jaemin is enjoying this. The way you hold his hand gives him a nice nervous feeling, butterflies in his tummy, and blushing like crazy.

Flying is an indescribable feeling, you thought. Walking on air and flying towards a star, it’s like you're having a dream when he told you to close your eyes, and the next thing you know you’re in Neverland.

“Time is different here. In your world it’s night time, here it’s day time- There’s Mark! I want you to meet my friends”

Your date started with Jaemin introducing you to some of the tooth fairies, you know everyone by name because Jaemin tells you stories about them for the past years. It’s like you are friends with them too by this point. From there on, you two enjoyed Neverland for the first time together. The date was nothing like how your friend described it. No holding hands while walking at the park, but he was holding your hand tightly while you fly to Neverland. No movies, but he brought you to a garden full of closed flowers and watch it bloom together. No kissing to end a perfect night, but he gave you a very handsome smile that made your heart race like it was your first time seeing Jaemin smile like that. The night was special, more than special actually.

When he brought you back safely to your room, you feel like something changed between you and Jaemin after having that date. He felt it too, but he’s shy to mention it.

“I’m glad you’re my first date,” you told him.

“I’m glad too” he puts a flower on your hair, something he’s been carrying all this time while you were flying. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Can’t wait, as always” He smiled shyly at you and fly away like he always does.    

That night, you slept with a smile on your face and dreamt about being with Jaemin again in Neverland. On the next day, you kept thinking about him and not just about your date with him. You kept thinking about his smile, his deep voice, and all the sweet things he said to you.

Everything changed after that date but no one is brave enough to admit it. The things you do together for years like laying in your bed and waiting for you to sleep while talking nonstop now make your body warm and it makes you shy. Whenever he tells you you’re pretty, you wanted him to say it over and over again. Until you two had enough of lying and admitted that you’re in love with each other. The problem is… you’re both too young. The way he told you how he feels for you we're sweet and honest, he intertwines his fingers with yours and hugs you tightly in your bed.

“Let’s wait a little longer,” he says. “we're too young and I don’t want to ruin us, I’m scared of losing you always” Again, him and his patience. Nonetheless, you understand what he’s saying and it’s true. There's no need to rush and it’s better to wait than regret bad decisions after.  

Days become months and months became years, you and Jaemin took your time before finally being adults. Soon, forehead kisses turned into soft kisses on the lips, hungry ones, or lustful ones. ’Goodnights’ were added with sweet ‘i love yous’ and ’stay a little longer.’ Dates in Neverland happens once a week, just being together and forgetting everything else. The idea of sex crosses your mind already but never actually doing it. It’s good that you’re growing together and learning different kinds of things. It makes you feel untouchable like it’s almost impossible that you two will someday break up. So impossible.

19 years old

Every day with Jaemin is nothing but adventure and new things, but ever since you two started seeing each other and acknowledging your feelings, days have been always sweeter than yesterday. Holding hands while flying, cuddling in your bed before you go to sleep, a lot of stolen and surprise kisses. These things are all new to you and Jaemin, but just like normal teenagers you just let love do its job and enjoy the wonderful feeling of being in love.

It was hot in Neverland today but Jaemin told you he had found another secret place that can make you stop sweating and he’s so proud of it. He brought you to a cave somewhere deep inside the forest but inside that cave, is an underground lake that has cool and very clear water.

“How did you find this? It’s beautiful” you exclaim as you look around the place. 

“I just did and it’s my way of making you smile“ he never fails to amaze you. “come on, let’s swim” he was quick to remove his clothes like it was a normal thing for him, he completely forgot that your relationship is not yet on the stage where you’re confident with seeing each other’s naked body.

“Uhm-Jaem,” you tried to avoid looking at his nice body and butt, biting your lip as he stretches his muscles confidently while his back faces you. He had grown confidently lately and not to mention so handsome and manly.

“What? Don’t be shy. But if you’re not comfortable, you can swim wearing your underwear. I don’t mind” he says, not facing you yet. It’s not fair you thought, he trusts you to see his whole being and so should you. You gulped and told him not to turn around until you’re fully naked and upon hearing that, Jaemin became suddenly nervous and blushing but you can’t see it.

“Are you naked now?” he asks, scratching the back of his head as he waits for you to give him permission to see you.

“Y-yeah” you answered. You told yourself that whatever happens, you will not look at his cock but as he turns slowly, you don’t know why your eyes can’t stop looking at it. You felt your cheeks warm and suddenly you became shy and you wanted to cover yourself. But he saw right through you, smiled, and hold your hand before jumping into the water together.

The cool water feels great against your skin as you and Jaemin enjoy the hot afternoon and turn it into a nice new experience for the two of you. Swimming deep into the water, racing against each other, picking up shells, the fun made you both forget that you’re naked and helped you with you’re shyness.

“So did you have fun?”  

You were laying on the grass with closed eyes, as you enjoy the warm sunlight peeking from above the cave and at the same time drying your skin before you wear your clothes again. Jaemin is beside you with his shoulder propped and is unbelievably close to you, secretly admiring your naked body and how beautiful you are under the warm sunlight.

“I did. Thank you” you turned your head to face and opened your eyes, “Jaem, what did you feel when you saw me naked for the first time earlier?” you reach for his face and cup it with one hand.

“Shy, at the same time excited because we get to do this but most importantly, I felt lust and my mind was so quick to think about dirty things I want to do- I’m sorry” he was quick to apologize and kissed your hand lovingly.

“No, it’s fine. I felt it too”

Jaemin was taken aback and felt the lust again but this time even stronger that he felt his cock hardens and poke the side of your thigh. “So” he was shy to ask you something but somehow the lust he’s been feeling is giving him the push, “can I try something? If that's okay with you? Baby?”

You only nod, but the way his voice deepens when he asked you made you nervous and excited. Just like Jaemin, you felt the lust he talked about. He came closer, closer, and closer, and until he reaches your exposed shoulder and planted a soft kiss there. But it didn’t end there. He kissed you on the same spot again, but this time he kissed you all the way down until his lips reached your boob and his hot breath is making your nipples sensitive.

His tongue made contact on your nipples first, then you felt his lips, and the next thing you know he’s sucking your right boob. It feels so good that you roll your head back and close your eyes again while letting out soft moans. Soon your hand rests at the back of Jaemin’s head, combing your fingers on his soft locks, and tugging whenever he playfully bites your nipple to make you giggle.

And right then and there your innocence was stained and it was the start of a different exploration and curiosity with Jaemin.

“How?” You were still surprised about what he just did but you love it and at the same time curious.

“Me and the other fairies peek whenever Mark and his girlfriend do it in the woods. Then we’ll tease him after”

“Pervert” you tease him.

“Want to do more?” he offers. You see the lust in his eyes as you look at him. You nod, of course, you want more.

He attacked you with hungry kisses and kneeled in between your legs without hesitation, putting his fingers to work and started touching you on your pussy. Once again you were taken aback by his confident move but instead of getting shy you accepted it and spread your legs wider so he can gain more access to your pussy. Jaemin noticed that his fingers were gliding smoothly on your slit because you were wet and he caused it, he also knew that you’re loving what he’s doing because your moans sound great, you’re rolling your hips, and you’re parting your lips. Which makes him want to dive into lust even more.

“Do you want to do it?” he whispers beside your ear while his fingers still drawing slow circles and gliding up and down your wet slit.

“Sex?” You asked back.

“Yeah” Jaemin started kissing your neck while he waits for your answer.

“If you promise you won’t hurt me”

He’s not stupid. He knew you weren’t talking about the sex. He knew you were talking about what you deserve. Jaemin stopped what he’s doing and kissed your lips sincerely, “I promise. I will never hurt you” he says and kissed you again deeply. It was a sweet promise, you thought and, hearing it made you fall in love with him even more.

Before he proceeds to the sex, he grabs your hand, kissed your knuckles, and made you touch his perfect body slowly, all the way down until you reach his cock. You touched it confidently without leaving his eyes, and you witnessed your boyfriend breathe heavily as you help him pump his cock.

“That’s going inside of you, baby. Ready?”

“Yes”

You feel him line his cock on your very wet entrance, kept his eyes on you as he pushes inside you oh so slowly. You were both virgins and neither of you knew if you’re doing it correctly, but it feels so fucking good that you’re heavily breathing as Jaemin continues to push in. Even tho he wanted to just force his way inside you, he can't because he knew you’re feeling the stretch because you’re so tight. You hiss but you smile, and when he asks you if you’re okay you told him that, “it hurts but I don’t want you to stop”

He chuckled low and said, “okay. But if I do this-“ he rolled his hips without a warning and it made you both moan a little too loud. “You felt that?” he asked, completely mind blown with what a single thrust can do to the both of you.

“Do it again”

And so he did. Again and again and again, until you’re scratching his back and he’s groaning beside your ear deliciously. Telling you how good it feels, praising you with every second that he can, pushing in deeply as he can because you request it.

“I can’t cum that’s dangerous,” he says and he sounded like he’s in pain.

“Shit- right, okay”

Without hesitation and before he loses his mind and makes you pregnant, he pulled out and lay beside you. Stopping himself with all the strength he has left. It was very frustrating for both of you not having the full experience.

“I'm sorry,” he says, heavily breathing beside you still handsome and very inviting.

“You did nothing wrong baby, what are talking about“

“For not making you cum, beautiful. I’ll get your clothes”

You watch him stand up from the warm ground with a hard cock and blushing cheeks. You didn’t cum but still, you felt so weak, and the sting from your pussy is still there. Nonetheless, Jaemin looked so handsome while fucking you, not to mention he sounds sexy. “Here” he helped you get up and handed you your clothes.

Just like that, you made another unforgettable memory with Jaemin that you wouldn’t trade for anything. He sprinkled some pixie dust on your head and flew you back to your room safe and sound.

“I meant what I said earlier. Don’t forget it okay? Just trust me like how you trust my pixie dust to carry you home. I love you” he kissed you on your forehead, smiled so handsomely “see you tomorrow” and left another great promise of seeing each other again.

The next day, while you were eating lunch with your friends they were telling stories about their weekends with their boyfriends. You wanted to tell them so bad that you had a great weekend with Jaemin too, but you’re afraid they will ask you too many questions. Questions that you can’t answer truthfully because you’re afraid they will see you as a crazy person that believes in fairies.

As you listen to them, you can’t help but envy them. You want to share stories with them too, tell all your experiences and such…. like a normal person. “I heard Lee Jeno has a crush on you” your friend whispers beside your ear, completely bringing you back to reality and taking your mind off of Jaemin.

“Lee Jeno who?” you answered and to them, you sound dumb.

“Lee Jeno. The most handsome guy in school? Sharp jawline, small eyes, sexy figure?”

As she describes that Lee Jeno guy you can’t help but to think about Jaemin because for you he’s still the most handsome guy in your eyes. “Well, I’m not interested. Thanks for liking me I guess” they scoffed and teased you further, telling you that they will introduce you to Jeno soon so you will understand how handsome he is.

“Try me. I will still not be interested in him” you cross your arms as you challenge your friends, “in fact, what’s so special about this Lee Jeno guy? Is he nice? Does he know how to treat a girl right? How to touch a girl?” you were describing Jaemin to them, but they were clueless of course. They were quiet and smirking and you wonder why. Little did you know that someone is listening from behind.

He sat on the vacant chair beside you and smiled at you, “Lee Jeno” he offered his hand for you to shake, and of course, being the nice girl that you are, you introduced yourself back.

After that day Lee Jeno kept on talking to you at school, asking you out but you never said yes. But because of his consistency and perseverance, you finally said yes to him just so he could stop bugging you. And right then there, you know that Jaemin will not like this. It’s been weeks since you last saw each other and being a senior tooth fairy gave him a lot of responsibilities that kept you from seeing each other every night just like you used to. But even though he’s busy, sometimes, if he can, he always finds his way to your house before he comes home after working with Renjun.

“Hey” you were in deep concentration with writing your paper when he kissed you on your cheeks. Surprised that he’s finally here, your arms swing around his neck automatically, and kissed him back on the lips, letting how the way you kiss him tell him how much you miss him. “I miss you too-Sorry for not being here always. Taeyong is giving us a hard time, there are a few kids in your neighborhood and the new fairies weren’t ready yet”

“Right… kids” you sounded bothered, you wanted to tell him about your date with Jeno but you just miss him so much that all you did is tell him how much you’re proud of him for being a good tooth fairy.

“I brought you these” he hands you a few flowers from Neverland so you could put them in between your books, “so you could think of me while you study too,” he was just about to kiss you again when Rejun appeared on your window with Mark to get him and keep them on schedule.

“Sorry” he says before kissing you one too many times on the lips, your face, and your hands. “I love you. I have to go, see you soon okay?”

“I understand, go. Fly safe.” And that’s all you needed from him. You’re so in love with Jaemin that you understand everything he does in his life and never get mad at him even though sometimes he never gets to see you. “patience” you murmur to yourself and went back to writing your paper.

Today is your date with Jeno and you wanted to ditch him so bad that you arrived late and let him freeze outside the cinemas. But even though you missed almost half of the movie, he still smiled so sweetly at you that his eyes almost disappear. “I’m happy you still came. It’s so wrong of me to think that you’re going to ditch me last minute. I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry that I’m late” you’re not, but you tell him anyway.

“It’s normal. People can arrive late during dates, I’m just glad you came”

The word ‘normal’ lingers in your mind as you two entered the cinemas. The movie is nice, it made you cry and Jeno dried your tears while patting your head and providing comfort. He brought you to a place where you two can eat something good and heavy after eating popcorn. On top of that, he seems sweet and careful, he listens to you and he cares about what you think all the time. After the date, he brought you home safely and asked if he could kiss you.

“N-no…” you stepped away from him.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry. I can wait” he smiles awkwardly, hands inside the pocket of his jacket, “Did you had a great time?”

“Yes I did” and that’s the truth, you told him with a smile.

The night ended with you waiting for Jaemin in your room, but your mind kept playing every moment you had with Jeno. He’s more than just sharp jawlines and sexy figure, he’s a gentleman. Like Jaemin. And this is bad because it’s not hard to have a crush on him.

“you didn’t see me came in-“

“Shit!” Jaemin completely startled you when you saw him lying comfortably in your bed. He doesn’t look like he’s in a hurry, and that makes you happy.

“You were out late, you’re not yet in your sleepwear” he kisses your forehead as you cuddle close, oh you miss him.

“I did something normal today” and that’s all you could share about what happened today. He didn’t need to know what happened between you and Jeno.

“That’s great- listen, I will be away for a few weeks training the new fairies-“

“What- Away again?” you whine and pout at him, “But I miss you already. I never get to see you or spend time with you”

“I know. I’m sorry, but after this, I promise I will stick to like a shadow. I missed you too, I’ll try my best to speed things up. In the meantime, do more normal things like what you did today and leave the extraordinary things to me. Come on, smile for me”

Little did he know you cheated on him today. You forced a smile and kissed him hungrily until you ended on top of him. You removed your shirt and from there everything happened so fast. The next thing you know his lips are on your nipples with your bra cups pulled down and you’re moaning quietly. “I have condoms here” you whispered to Jaemin with a very sexy voice. Or at least you tried.

“Inviting. But I can’t stay for long. I’m sorry I kept disappointing you” And just like that your mood died and you grabbed your blanket to cover yourself. “Mark is outside. I’m sorry” he kissed you one last time before he tucks you to bed and you watch him fly away.

"Do tell!!!"

Because your friends don’t know the meaning of privacy, they kept asking you about your date with Jeno. ‘Did you guys have sex?’ ‘Did he used his tongue?’ ‘Second date?’ all these questions were hilarious because none of it happened, but to make them shut up you told them everything. It’s your first time sharing something that happened during the weekend it makes you feel… normal. Jeno made you feel normal.

You then realized that being with Jaemin isn’t normal, because he’s a fairy.

Days without Jaemin made you became friendly with Jeno. Eating together at lunch, reading at the library and doing study dates, soon the most awaited second date happened and this time it’s sweeter than the first, he brought you to your first college party where you really enjoyed yourself dancing and drinking with him. It’s not that you forgot about Jaemin already, you think of him every day and every night but when Jeno is around everything changes. It’s like your mind forgets about the pixie dust, the shells on your shelf from Neverland, how beautiful and magical Neverland is, but when you’re back home and alone in your room, all you think about is Jaemin. And you hate that you miss him, you hate that you can’t see or feel him.

Jeno never made you feel alone.

You are at a party right now, finishing something in your cup when you feel someone hug you from behind and bringing you back to reality. At some point, you thought it was Jaemin because he’s the only guy ever to startle you like that. But it’s Jeno’s arms that caged you this time, “You okay? If you want to go home I can drive you home”

“Yes. Let’s go home” you feel his hot breath brush on your nape and you’re not gonna lie. It made you want him.

“And?” he asks with a very sexy tone like he's trying to tell you something but shy to say it.

“And my parents are not home” you turned around to kiss him.

“That’s my girl” he said excitedly and walk you towards his car.

While you were kissing Jeno inside your room, and removing each other’s clothes until you hit your bed, you were thinking about Jaemin but Jeno is another level of hotness that he can make you forget something. Or maybe that’s because you’ve completely fallen in love with him. It was dark, and all you can see is the silhouette of your body grinding together. You were both in the mood to really get on with it and did not even bother turning your lampshade which made you both giggle, “bummer, I wanted to see you” he whispers and bit the shell of your ear.

Your hands roam around Jeno’s body and even without a light you can see, or feel how hot he is. His hard rock abs were brushing on your tummy while he grinds his body, he reaches both of your hands and put it on top of your head. Experienced, he is very much experienced than you are.

It was an eventful night indeed, and you had a lot of first time with Jeno in just one night. First time fucking from behind, first time giving a blow job, but most importantly, it was your first time having an orgasm using his cock. It took some time, yes, but he was incredibly good in bed.

You stayed under the covers and dozed off together, hands intertwined and bodies together.

Unfortunately, Jaemin heard everything. Because he was hiding inside your closet, with a flower in his hand, ready to surprise you after a very long time of not seeing each other. Normally when he peeks at Mark and his girlfriend having sex he usually gets hard, but now… he felt really heartbroken. Hearing the love of his life moaning because of another man, made him regret that he took being a tooth fairy very seriously. As he sneaks out quietly and effortlessly, he came close to you, kissed you on your forehead, and covered your exposed skin so you won't get cold.

“I’m sorry” he whispers and left with the flower.

Jaemin hid the truth and pretend that he knew nothing about Jeno because he loves you so much that he can’t let you go and face his reality. Meaning, you finally found a human that will love you and will make you feel like a normal person. It’s the ugly truth that he’s not yet ready to admit.

Over the days that he’s been present, he tried so hard on winning you back and making you fall in love with him over again. Even though he’s trying, he can’t help but feel so hopeless whenever he leaves you after a sweet visit so he decided to finally count his days with you, and finally, let you go when he’s ready.

Five months later

“You’ve been really sweet lately. Why?”

It’s a weekend in your world and Jaemin ditched his tooth fairy duties just so he can bring you to a quiet island and watch the stars with you. He hugged you tightly before he tells you half of the truth, “I just want to make you fall in love with me. Again”

“What are you talking about, as far as I know, I’m very much in love with you” truth, but you’re in love with Jeno too, just not that deep like how you love Jaemin.

“You and your sweetness, I love you” he sounds sincere. Very sincere actually, that it bothers you.

“I-I love you too. You’re not telling me something aren’t you?” you were slightly nervous as you sat up from between his legs and face him.

“Mhhm. Caught me red-handed. I have a surprise, turn around” you returned to your previous position and waited for him. After a few seconds, he puts a necklace around your neck and you felt something cold on your skin. A pendant that looks like a tooth, but it’s a pearl, “it looked like a tooth, don’t you think it’s amazing?” it was a parting gift because he was planning to finally give you up and let you be with Jeno.

You were speechless once again, “you’re amazing”

Sometimes listening to your sweet words hurt him. Because he knew you tell it to Jeno too. And he’s not the only man you love, at least not anymore. “Let’s get you home now” to be honest you wanted to stay for a while but he was so eager to bring you home already so you let him.

The fly back home was cold and quiet, something you have never experienced before. There’s something wrong and he’s not telling you. You waited for him to enter your room but he didn’t, and it was the first time he’s not tucking you in bed after a date, he just floats outside your window.

“Goodbye. Sleep well okay”

“Goodbye?” you scoffed, “Jaemin you never said goodbye, it’s always 'see you tomorrow'” by this time you’re mad at him because he’s not telling the truth. And to be honest he didn’t think you were going to notice that which breaks his heart even more because that means you still care about him.

“No- no, don’t be angry-“ he tried to hug you but you pushed him away and you’re not stupid to not realize that he’s breaking up with you tonight. “I-I know about Jeno. But I’m not mad, don’t get me wrong. He’s a great man, I’m happy you found someone, normal” he finally said the truth without breaking into tears and faced it like a man. “We can't be like this forever, someday you will get a job, marry someone, be a mom, grow old. So come on, let’s not part like this”

He was asking for a hug. One last hug, but you asked him to stay. You didn’t feel tears but somehow you’re crying nonstop and sobbing in front of him already, “I will break up with Jeno. Please- Jaemin I’m sorry for hurting you”

“Ssshh. You didn’t do anything wrong. I made up my mind, please don’t make this harder than it is already. Tonight is finally goodbye. Let’s part without regrets, we tried”

You still think that Jaemin is a different kind of special that’s why you can’t let go, and by this time you’re both crying and you were holding him so close that he had to make you let go of him so he could fly away from your window, one last time. Letting Jaemin go is like letting go of something you kept since you’re a little girl, something you’ve own then you lost it unexpectedly.

You didn’t want to say goodbye, but it happened anyway. You weren’t prepared. You never saw this coming.  

27 years old

“Mommy look! My tooth is out!” she showed you a big smile and you kissed your daughter on the forehead.

“Okay- okay, calm down. Daddy will get you ice cream after dinner, keep your tooth safe, please. So you won't disappoint the tooth fairy” she’s excited about the tooth fairy thing too, just like you when you were her age.

Happily married to Jeno and mother of a very curious 6 year old, you managed to move on and live your life without Jaemin and keeping him a secret forever. The heartbreak was an experience that you will never forget but thankfully, Jeno never gave up on you. Jaemin was right, he’s a great man.

When it’s finally bedtime for your daughter, you and Jeno tucked her to bed and made sure that her tooth is under her pillow before she sleeps. “tooth fairies aren’t real right?” he whispered to you after closing the door.

“For me they’re true. Come on, don’t ruin this for her” you playfully smacked your husband and went to your shared bedroom together.

It was really late when you heard something from your daughter’s room and you decided to look into it. Slowly you opened her door, but you see nothing and her window is closed. You checked the guest room quietly and groggily but you woke up when you see someone familiar standing near the window. “Jaemin?” you closed your eyes and opened them again until he turns around and flashes you that beautiful smile.

“Well you look old” is his first few words again to you after not seeing each other for many years.

“And you never aged” it’s like it was only yesterday when he broke up with you, he didn’t change. He’s still young and handsome.

“Fairy. I age but you know, -how are you?” he quickly changed the subject and walked towards you.

“Are you my daughter’s tooth fairy?” he let out a small laugh and held you close, trying so hard to stop himself from telling you how much he missed you and it was hard for him during the years without you.

“Sungchan” he whispered.

“That small fairy?”

“Mhhm. He’s big and tall now, so I’m doing his work for now because he made a sound earlier” that explains the thud you thought.

“I have to go now. You’re happy right?” you nod at him and tears started flowing from your eyes. You felt him let go for the second time but this time your heart is not breaking, or maybe it never actually healed that’s why you can’t feel anything now.

“Can I kiss you” you caught his hand before he flies away and hopes he gives you this one last request.

“No” he rejects you in the nicest way he can and fly away without saying another word. Jaemin respects Jeno and your daughter, even though he wanted to kiss you too he can’t. He can’t be selfish but he’s happy that you still believe in him, and passed the magic to your daughter.

That night, you felt that it is indeed goodbye from now and that is the last time that you will see Jaemin ever again.

The End.  

For Mona,

My first moot before I became close to everyone else. Thank you for accepting me as your partner. I remember we were so happy after we gave Kei our Neoholiday event and then followed by neo’clock which is very successful and we were so happy.

I don’t know but after we finished planning neoclock, I felt like I gained a new friend. And that’s my inspiration when the reader/ you met Jaemin for the first time. The first part was inspired by our first conversation actually, not really based on the messages that we exchanged but if you noticed I didn’t put anything romance related in the 6 years old part. I remember we were exchanging pieces of information about a few movies, princess Mia and I asked where you from.

So that is that WAHAHAHA sorry for ruining the surprise, but I lessen the smut I was overthinking you might get uncomfortable huhuhuhu…. Happy Neoholiday!  

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home is a feeling | lee donghyuck

pairing: haechan/donghyuck x reader  genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst warnings: alcohol (quite a bit), like very lightly suggestive word count: 8.2k words

for @nct-writers​ NeoHoliday event~ Inspired by the movie ‘The Holiday’

summary: Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

taglist: @d-nghy-ck-main​ @infnteen​ (I hope y’all enjoy~)

The text message lights up your phone at 10:24pm. 

Mark: We need to talk

You would be lying to yourself if you had said you weren’t expecting it, but those four words still send your heart reeling regardless. The cold grip of anxiety tightens around your throat as you pick up the phone and stare at the message. The only communication between you and your boyfriend in over a week. Presumably, this was not going to be a good conversation. It wasn’t going to be one of those ones where he calls and rants about his day at work, about how much pressure he is under, and how you are the only person alive that is able to take his mind off of it. You aren’t that person anymore, and you haven’t been for a while. 

The writing was on the wall for weeks, but now that it's sprawled over your phone screen, it feels suddenly all too real. 

You inhale, fingers tapping across the screen, and attempt to craft a response that doesn’t indicate the level of panic you’re rising to. 

You: Sure, what’s up? 

Three dots. Appearing and disappearing. There and gone. You watch, sitting straight on the edge of your couch--Netflix muted in the background--and wait for the inevitable. 

Mark: I think we should break up

The pin drops and you feel your stomach tighten. Part of you wants to laugh, ‘really, two years and it ends over text?’ you think mirthlessly, typing and re-typing the message. Another part of you, a more overwhelming part, is just tired. 

You: if that’s what you want

The three dots return, flashing up on the screen and lingering. A visual representation of his overthinking. You sit and wait, biting back the angry tears threatening to spill out over your cheeks. Maybe you should fight for it--put up some small effort towards keeping this relationship--but you know it’s pointless. It would only drag it out, prolonging the death to an unnatural point and only sinking you further into a period of stasis. 

Mark: I think it’s probably what’s best

Mark: for both of us

You: Ok, I understand

Mark: sorry to do this over the holidays. Tell your mom I say hi

You don’t bother with a response. Instead flipping the screen face down on the table and inhaling deeply, breathing in the realization as it hits. 

Single. For Christmas. Great.  

Somewhere between the fourth and fifth glass of wine, with hazy eyes and even hazier thoughts, you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through holiday destinations on AirBnB. Rows and rows of home and apartments fly by in a blur on your screen as you scroll.

The thought of spending Christmas with your family, newly single, became too much to bear about an hour after the last text message was sent. You dug through your cupboards for an old, dusty bottle of wine, cracked it open, and put on a Spotify playlist to match the mood--sad and pathetic. Images of your childhood bedroom flooding your mind. Bright blue walls lined with posters and old photographs, all of the old books and stuffed animals your parents never had the heart to get rid of. A relic of another time, a shrine to another life. 

The thought of your sister’s pitying gaze turned your blood to ice. Her soft eyes, sympathetic but distant, as she chases your nephew through the halls of the familiar house. Your mom’s obnoxiously cheerful pep talks and all too unhelpful suggestions about who you could date fill your mind like lead. 

No. No you weren’t going to succumb to that fate. 

Instead, you click on listing after listing until you finally find one that fits your tipsy criteria. A small, modern home nestled in a copse of trees ten minutes outside of a picturesque village. Isolated, clean, and, mostly importantly--available. 

Without any further thought you type in your credit card information and wait for the confirmation email to appear in your inbox. 

--

The house greets you like a stranger. The door swings open into the dim interior--white walls, white furniture, and white curtains all cast in shadow--and you drop your bags in front of the door with a dull thud. Coat still wrapped tight around your body, you fumble around for the light-switch. The room warms up a bit under the glow of the yellow bulbs but you still feel the emptiness around you--descending in a thick blanket of silence. 

“What am I doing here?” You wonder aloud, kicking off your shoes and heading in to explore your temporary home for the holidays. The small living room opens up into a galley kitchen--clean and quaint. Despite reading the description in the listing, you hadn’t fully been prepared for just how pervasive the whiteness of everything would be. Especially in contrast to your parent’s home--with their richly painted walls, colourful decorations, and lush carpets. Everything in this house is a blank slate--you get the feeling you’re exploring it for the first time, that no one else has ever ventured here. Even the tint of grey on the walls isn’t enough to break up the uninhabited atmosphere. 

From the kitchen you wander back through the living room, past the large windows through which you can see the snow continuing to fall, and walk towards the hallway, presumably leading to the rest of the house. The bathroom provides some relief from the endless white. Blue tiles run up the walls of the small room, a relief for your eyes and a nice contrast with the tan flooring. It eases the sense of dread in your mind slightly before you move along towards the bedrooms. 

You peek your head into both doors in succession--disappointed but not surprised to be greeted by beds made with crisp, white sheets and duvets. A large evergreen tree peeks through the window of the room on your right and you drag your luggage in there, grateful for the proximity to nature if nothing else. You dump your bags on the floor and head back into the kitchen to unload your groceries and enough wine to put you in an effective holiday coma until your flight back home. 

Thankfully, the kitchen is well stocked with glasses. 

--

The sound of Mariah Carey’s voice drifts through the house, mingling with the boisterous, uneven tone of your own singing and effectively blocking out the wailing of wind as the storm picks up in ferocity outside. You take a sip of your wine--the first bottle of Merlot--and dance around in front of the stereo in your old t-shirt and underwear. Pushing aside the crushing weight of loneliness that had descended upon you when you first arrived at this place in the middle of the woods, you decided you were going to ride it out. 

Make the best of your solo Christmas trip and at least get drunk enough to forget why you came here in the first place. 

The song builds to a crescendo and you wail along, wine sloshing in the glass as you belt out high notes you never thought you were capable of, oblivious to the sound of the keypad on the door indicating someone’s entering. Mariah sings, you close your eyes and screech along, and a heavy bag drops to the hardwood floor with a loud thud. 

“You’re gonna damage your vocal chords if you keep that up,” a voice chimes out from the entryway and you stop mid shimmy--eyes wide with fear. You turn to see a young man starting at you from the doorway, smirk drawn over his lips. 

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” You ask, setting down your wine glass, body burning with a dangerous cocktail embarrassment and panic. Glancing around frantically, you see your phone on the kitchen table and try to plan out how you might be able to reach it before he can reach you. Memories of old new reports flash through your mind--home invasions, robberies, murders. 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he levels back, slipping out of his shoes and stepping towards you. His voice rises in defense, and you take the hint of confusion in his tone and run with it. Ignoring how vulnerable you feel, half-naked in the living room in front of an intruder--you pull your shoulders back and assert as much authority as you’re able to.  

“I rented this place for the holidays, so unless you’re the owner of this cabin--I would suggest you leave.” 

His eyes widen, but he takes another step towards you. “That’s a mistake. I rented this place,” he slips his phone out of his pocket and you watch through slightly hazy eyes as he scrolls through email after email until he lands on the confirmation from the website--shoving his phone in front of your face to show you the proof. 

Confirmation #343245 

Lee, Donghyuck

December 19-December 30

“No,” you shake your head, knitting your eyebrows together and staring up at him in firm disapproval. Your shoulders deflate slightly, assured at least that he wasn’t here to murder you. 

“No?” 

“No.” You reaffirm, hands on your hips. You feel the urge to poke him in the chest, to make him take a step back, but resist to maintain your stance. His honey golden eyes swim before you as you stare him down, ignoring the cool draft against your bare legs. “Hang on,” you grab your phone from the table and flick through your emails.

Confirmation #343244

_____, _______

December 19-January 2nd

“Ah,” he pushes the phone away from his face with a chuckle. “Umm, so I guess we’re stuck together?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly unsure of what to do in this situation, and you take a shaky step away from him. The liquid courage that had previously been roaring through your mind has now quieted to a dull whisper and you notice just how close you were standing. How the warmth from his body was seeping into your exposed skin. 

“No, one of us is going to have to leave,” you say, grabbing the throw that had been draped over the couch and covering your bare legs as you settle on the unforgiving white leather. “And by one of us, I mean you.” 

“I’m not leaving,” you watch as he walks to the entrance and drags his bag into the living room to reinforce his statement. You pause a moment, evaluating the man before you. His snow-soaked brown hair falling over his forehead, tanned skin, lean body. If it weren’t for the smug expression on his face you would maybe even think he was handsome. 

“Yes, you are.” You level him with a glare, taking another slow sip of your wine. “I booked this place first, according to the confirmation numbers. I arrived here first, too, so I have dibs. Sucks to be you.” You’re not sure if it’s the wine or the loneliness that’s making you so bold, but it catches him off guard nevertheless and he lets out a laugh. The sound echoes through the living room, brightening the atmosphere and chipping away at the sense of unease that had temporarily gripped you. 

“Yeah, well, I think I’ve probably got a better reason to be here than you do, so by that merit I win.” Resting his hands on his hips, he matches your glare happily. 

“Doubt that, Lee Donghyuck.” You scoff, memories of your frantic escape from reality swirling through your wine-soaked brain. 

“Oh yeah? You want a bet, ______?” He shrugs off his coat and tosses it haphazardly over his luggage on the floor before flopping down next to you on the couch. 

“Fine, let’s make it a bet,” any potential danger or fear you should be feeling in this moment, next to this complete stranger, is a distant thought as you prepare your case. Equipped with days of mulling over your own miserable state of affairs and a half-drunk bottle of Merlot. “Winner stays, loser goes.” 

“Deal,” he nods, stretching out his arms as if preparing for a fight. “Can I have some of that wine?” 

--

The previous cold of the home has all but dissipated through glasses of wine and the laughter of the evening. You find yourself sprawled out on the couch next to this strange man as he describes how he came to the decision, much like your own, to spend Christmas alone far from home. 

“So, since we didn’t have any schedules or anything lined up for the holidays, and I didn’t really feel like hanging around the dorms being reminded of how painfully single I am.” 

“How did she break up with you?” You asked, refilling your glass with another healthy serving of wine. 

“In person,” he shrugs, tossing back the rest of his glass. “She said I was ‘a handful’ like she’s my teacher or something.” Donghyuck rolls his eyes and you let out a short bark of laughter, slipping further and further into a strange sense of comfort around him. Whether due to the influence of alcohol or the shared misery, you’re not sure. 

Nudging him with your toe, you turn with a half-smirk, “at least she had the courtesy to break up with you in person. I got dumped via text.” 

“Ouch,” he laughs, shaking his head in sympathy.

“We had been dating for two years, too,” you nod. Now sitting next to your new companion in misery, the whole thing seems rather humorous in retrospect. The image of you, tear stained and tired, sitting in your pajamas booking a solo vacation for Christmas seemed like something out of a cheesy comedy flick. “He told me to tell my mom that he’s sorry he can’t make it for Christmas.” 

“Okay, so we both got dumped,” he says, emptying the rest of the wine into his glass and sliding onto the floor in front of you. 

“Yup,” you nod, stretching out across the couch in his absence. 

“And we both somehow rented the same vacation home for the same date,” he’s ticking off his points on his fingers. You watch the back of his head--staring at the soft brown hair now finally dry from the snow melt as he runs his free hand through it. 

“Yeah,” he’s reached some conclusion but any brain power you could have spared towards meeting him there was lost three glasses ago, so you just wait for him to spell it out for you. 

“Why did you choose to come here and spend Christmas alone?” He turns, sparkling brown eyes meeting yours a few inches from your face. You can feel the warmth of his breath, you see the pleasant upturn at the corners of his mouth as he waits for your answer. Your fingers twitch to brush aside a loose strand of his hair but you keep them still at your side. 

“Would you believe me if I said I was kinda drunk?” You reply, shifting away from his steady gaze. He grins wide and the urge to reach out and touch him, to check and see if he is indeed real and not some hallucination crafted by your addled brain, intensifies.

“Okay, so since we’re both pathetic losers, where does that leave us?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Who gets to stay?” 

“Well, considering I bought two weeks worth of wine, I think I might be more pathetic than you.” You state, waving your hand dramatically towards the empty bottles on the coffee table. 

“I came here in such a rush I only packed one pair of pants,” he rebuffs. 

“Not bad, but did you also forget to bring a toothbrush? Because I definitely had to rebuy all of my toiletries in the village when I got here.” 

“Alright, well I had to pack my bags and leave with all five of my roommates staring at me wondering what the hell I was doing.” 

“Five roommates? Jesus,” you heave a sigh, fixing your gaze back on his and ignoring the way your stomach flips. “Fine, you win.” His grin broadens and you groan internally, dreading the prospect of having to find a last minute accommodation. “Maybe this was a stupid idea anyway, I should probably just go home for Christmas.” 

“What, didn’t you just get here?” He asks, eyes widening in alarm. 

“Yeah, but--” you sigh, shifting up onto your elbows. The weight of your decision sinks in past the cloud of wine and laughter of the last few hours, settling into your stomach like a stone. “What was the point? I was sad about feeling alone on Christmas so I decided to book a flight to be alone...on Christmas.” 

“That is pretty stupid,” he agrees, nodding solemnly until you raise a hand and push him away from the couch with a firm shove. 

“Whatever, you did the same thing.” 

“So,” he sighs, settling back against the side of the couch after your attack. “Why don’t we be alone together?” 

The question shocks you out of your malaise and you balk at him, “what?” 

Donghyuck spins around on the floor to face you, “there’s two bedrooms, we both already paid for the place,” he shrugs, “you clearly shouldn’t be left unsupervised considering the amount of wine and cheese in the fridge.” 

You narrow your eyes in disdain, miffed at the criticism despite the accuracy of the statement, “so what, you’re going to change your mind now after I already said I would leave?” 

He just shrugs again. “Yeah, I’ll even let you have your choice of bedroom.” He winks. 

“Oh, wow, how generous,” you roll your eyes and push yourself into a sitting position--conscious of your still bare legs under the thin throw as you move. 

“In case you didn’t notice, it’s been storming outside all night so chances are neither of us was going to get very far anyway,” he gestures out the window where sure enough a small snowdrift has started to collect outside. The howling winds, drowned out at first by obnoxious Christmas music and then by conversation and laughter, make themselves known again and you feel a shiver cascade over your body at the mere thought of the frigid temperature. “Besides,” he continues, “I’m actually sort of having fun with you.” 

“Oh,” the sudden confession catches you off guard. Through the hours of shared stories and bottles of wine you had barely had a chance to notice the tension dissolve into a general sense of ease and comfort. His presence next to you had rapidly shifted from alarming to natural and you couldn’t deny that you had also been having fun. 

Donghyuck gets up, collecting the empty bottles, and heads into the kitchen. You listen as the water runs from the tap, as he rummages around in the pantry in search of some late night snack, and think over his proposition. 

Two people brought together under suspiciously similar circumstances from wildly different places somehow ended up at the same place at the same time. And by some further twist of fate, two people brought together who seem to also enjoy each other’s company. But maybe that was the wine talking. 

“Hey,” he calls out from the kitchen, voice carrying through your myriad of thoughts. “Do you want some cheese or…cheese? Jesus, is this all you bought?” 

“Yes and no, I’m good thanks,” you laugh and bring your glass to your lips with a smile. 

“We’re gonna have to go grocery shopping, this is ridiculous.” He slips back down to his spot in front of you on the floor, holding a plate of cheese and grapes in front of your face as an offering before popping a cube into his own mouth and washing it down with a sip of wine. 

The casual scene, too comfortable for people who met only mere hours before under bizarre circumstances, carries on deep into the night. Sharing laughter and jokes as you slip further and further into your new reality like an old sweater. Like it’s always been there just waiting for you to inhabit it once again. 

As the hours bleed on, Donghyuck’s smile and laughter at once so new and exciting become more and more familiar. You stop hyper focusing on his movements, on his wild gestures, and start allowing them to exist in proximity to you. To exist as they are alongside your own. Eventually you slip off the couch and take a seat next to him on the floor, giving him a hazy run down of how palmistry works and why the lines on his hand mean that he was born to be in entertainment. 

He humours you, holding his palms steady as you trace the lines without much care for the closeness of your bodies. The heat of his gaze sinks into the top of your head as you stumble through a half-remembered explanation about his heart line. “Hey ______,’ he interrupts your speech suddenly, fingers curling around your own. “Do you miss your ex?” 

“Huh?” The question catches you off guard and you almost whack his chin with the top of your head as you raise your gaze to meet his. 

“Do you miss him?” For the first time since he walked in on you wailing along to Mariah Carey in your underwear you see a hint of caution in his expression. Some small spark of vulnerability hidden behind the golden flecks of his irises. 

“No,” you drawl, slightly taken aback by your own honesty. “I guess I just miss…being with someone, you know? I knew for a while that it was going to end but I guess I held on because sometimes it's more comfortable to just...stay. Peacefully existing next to someone even if you know it's not going to end well.” 

He scoffs, “peaceful? I didn’t think that was possible.” 

“I take it your relationship was a bit more exciting than mine was, then?” 

“Well, like she said--I’m a handful,” he winks and releases your hand to reach for the last cube of cheese on the plate--popping it into his mouth. 

“Do you agree with her?” 

“About what?”

“That you’re a handful.” 

“Maybe,” he nudges you with his elbow and flashes a conspiratorial wink your way. “If you stick around I’m sure you’ll find out for yourself.” 

You shake your head in mock horror, “I think I already have.” He laughs and settles back against the couch, eyes closed. In the soft silence that settles around you you take a moment to study him. The soft flesh of his cheeks--a rounded profile. You always thought you preferred a sharper jaw but looking at him now before you, you imagine what it would be like to trace your lips along the curve of his neck. How soft and sweet he might taste under your gentle touch. He said he was a singer, but you haven’t heard his voice yet--just the cacophony of laughter and jokes that are almost constantly pouring out from between his full lips. You try to match the image of him to any voice you’ve heard before but come up short--your imagination either too frail or too soaked in wine to find a possible comparison. 

“Donghyuck,” you break the silence, clearing away the images in your mind with a slight cough. He turns to you, eyebrow quirked, and waits for your question. “Do you miss her? Your ex?” 

“No,” he laughs. “I thought I did, but listening to you talk about yours made me think that maybe it’s just having someone that I miss. Not necessarily that specific someone.”

“Okay,” you nod, thoughtful, and drain the last of your wine. “I’ll stay.” 

--

The cold light of morning greets you with a sharp pain in your temples. Through four bottles of wine shared between the two of you last night, you somehow managed to forget to drink any water at all. 

The heat of the water in the shower raining over your skin melts away the knots built up over a night of restless sleep and you close your eyes--immersing in the feeling. The calm and peace so rudely interrupted a minute later when Donghyuck pounds on the door, “______, hurry up and get dressed. We have to get groceries before we’re completely snowed in.” 

Ah right, a handful. 

Snow-capped trees pass by through the windows of the car in a blur as Donghyuck maneuvers the car down the narrow lane away from the house. The force of your headache has ebbed slightly after pounding back a couple of Tylenol, but the winding road coupled with the frantic speed of his driving brings up a fresh wave of nausea. A few times you’ve had to brace yourself against the dash to avoid slamming into it, and once your hand found purchase on his thigh in a desperate scramble for security--eliciting a loud bark of laughter from him. 

“Want me to slow down?” He asks with a sideways grin. 

“Yes please,” you groan, wondering at how he can manage to be so spritely after going glass for glass with you the night before. He laughs again but slows the car to a reasonable pace, easing the turmoil in your stomach. 

The sleepy village sprawls out before you, bringing a wave of relief washing over your body. Small brown buildings sprout up out of the stark white snow, and despite the nausea you can’t help but marvel at the sight. Somewhere in the post-breakup daze, this image was what you had been searching for. Picturesque countryside, a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the city you were so used to and judging by the look in Donghyuck’s eyes, he felt similarly. 

“This is cute,” he says, hopping out of the car and stretching towards the bright rays of the sun. His skin shines in the amber rays of morning and you have to peel your eyes away to keep from staring. 

“It is,” you agree, following him towards the shop on the corner of the street with a sign proclaiming ‘Fresh Bread Baked Daily’. 

There’s something about the understated domesticity of grocery shopping that grips you. How glancing over fruit and vegetables together is an act of almost intimate proportions. How his stern warning of “no more cheese” sounds a lot like a proclamation of affection under the flourescent lights of the small store. You follow him through the aisles, losing yourself in the fantasy and toss random items in the cart--some of which are immediately placed back on the shelf by him. 

“Can you cook?” He asks, surveying the roasts laid out in rows before him. 

“Yeah, well enough,” you nod. 

“Do you like cooking?” 

Another question that catches you by surprise. You pause, hand hovering over a rack of ribs and wonder. Did you like cooking? Or did you just do it because it was necessary--almost expected of you. Because all of your previous partners or flings were so hopeless at it that you had absolutely no choice. You could give the expected answer, or you could be honest. 

“Not especially,” you answer with a laugh when he glances up at you in question. 

“Okay,” he grabs a roast and tosses it into the cart. “I’ll cook Christmas dinner then.” 

“Do you like cooking?” You ask, surprise clearly evident and he laughs at the expression of shock as it washes over your face. 

“Depends who I’m cooking for,” he replies and you follow behind as he pushes the cart towards the bakery, watching as he inspects loaves of bread with a more serious look than you’ve seen from him yet. A small smile spreads across your face and you reach over him to toss a pack of cinnamon buns in the cart--earning a soft glare from him but the buns remain in the cart as you walk towards the till. 

“Will that be everything for you today?” The elderly cashier, bedecked in a bright red and green, hand-knit Christmas sweater tells you the price with a smile. Donghyuck counts out the money while you load the cart with the bags, eager to get back to your temporary home and slip into your pajamas with a plate full of fresh cut fruit. “I hope you kids have a lovely holiday,” she says as the receipt prints out and you match her smile with your own. “It’s so nice to see young love these days.” 

“Oh we’re not--” 

“Thank you,” Donghyuck grins, taking the receipt and pushing the cart out towards the car. 

--

Christmas Eve looms up in the midst of an extended snowstorm. The grocery trip turned out to have been perfectly timed, much to Donghyuck’s delight, and it has given him something to tease you with at every turn. How he should have been a meteorologist. “I’m so connected to the weather, _____.” He says around a mouthful of cinnamon bun--sly grin turning up the corners of his mouth and earning a playful slap from yourself as you try to ward off the rest of his smug comments. 

Briefly, in the cold, sober light of day after your fortuitous meeting you had worried that the comfort of the evening wouldn’t last. That this bizarre camaraderie and friendship forged through circumstance was tenuous at best. You worried that it would dissolve within hours and you would be stuck; snowed in to a house with someone you had nothing in common with. Stuck with a stranger and existing on the edge of a knife blade as you try to drown the pit of loneliness in your stomach with the remaining bottles of wine. 

Hours pass, and then days, and to your surprise nothing of the sort happens. Instead you find yourself spiralling deeper and deeper into this gravity of this unlikely companion. The stark white of the living room no longer feels cold and barren, instead it reflects the warmth of Donghyuck’s laughter--the warmth of your mingling happiness as you dance around the living room with abandon. Basking in the sheer freedom of the moment. Nothing to worry about, no one to worry for. Just existing, there and then--set to a soundtrack of Holiday hits. 

You finally hear Donghyuck sing one night, sprawled out in your pajamas on the living room floor and you swear this is what angels would sound like. You tell him as much and he just shoots you a wink and says, “I know.” The voice of an angel, the temperament of a demon. 

Through all of it a string is pulled taut between you. This underlying thread of possibility that taunts you at every turn. It tightens around your stomach in knots when he brushes up against you as he reaches for a glass from the cupboard. It vibrates like a string played on a harp when he smiles at you across the table, or laughs at some offhand joke made at his expense. Every glance, every word, pulls it tighter and tighter. Weaving your unexpected friendship into something more--something unspoken and unbroached. 

You lay awake at night, alone in the room across from him, and wonder if this is all an illusion. If the glances and stirring in your heart are all concoctions created by your post-breakup brain to lessen the feelings of sadness that should have been burrowing into your heart this past week. The worries swirl around in your brain, morphing and growing into your vivid dreams. Dreams of your ex, dreams of falling, and dreams especially of Donghyuck. 

Yet, in the morning light, sipping coffee across the table from him, all these thoughts and worries melt away as you let yourself drift further into this temporary domesticity. The laughter and happiness of the days overwhelm until eventually you can't remember what you had been worried about in the first place. 

Donghyuck makes good on his promise to cook Christmas dinner and you spend the day padding through the small home bathed in the intoxicating scent of the array of spices and herbs slowly roasting in the oven. 

“How much longer?” You ask peering over his shoulders as he slides a tray of potatoes into the oven. 

“Impatient,” he pokes you in the nose with the tip of his warm oven mitt. “It’ll be done when it’s done.” 

“That’s not a real answer,” you cross your arms and lean against the counter, waiting for an answer to appease your curiosity. 

“And people say I’m annoying,” he scoffs, slipping off his oven mitts and leaning next to you. The warmth of his bare arms as they brush against yours sends a shiver rippling over your entire body. “Did you do this to your ex, too, when he would cook?” 

“Who? Mark?” You snort, the image of Mark standing in a kitchen cooking eliciting a guttural response. “He couldn’t cook to save his life.” 

“Well, good thing you got rid of him then,” Donghyuck nudges you with his elbow, fingers grazing against your own. You feel the tip of his pinky finger curl around yours and your breath catches in your throat. A giddiness you haven’t felt since high school creeps through your veins as the contact deepens. He slides his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers. You chance a cautious glance out of the corner of your eye and see his soft brown gaze fixed steadily on you--all signs of teasing washed away until there is nothing but a sweet sincerity hidden in the depths of his irises. “______,” he breathes your name, pushing himself off the counter to stand in front of you. 

You wait in a bubble of anticipation as he leans in closer and closer. The warmth of his breath tickling your face, the thread between you tightening--pulling you together in the kitchen. His lips, soft and welcoming, barely graze against yours before the bubble bursts and your ringtone sounds out through the small home like an alarm, startling you back to reality. With an apologetic glance, you rush over to your coat and fumble through the pockets for the offending device. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, honey!” Your mom’s voice sings through the speaker of your phone and you heave a sigh, releasing the irritation that had wormed into your thoughts at the interruption. “Merry Christmas!” 

“Yeah, Merry Christmas, Mom,” Donghyuck laughs as you take a seat at the table, head in hand and listen as she rambles off a list of everything you were missing at home over the holidays. 

“Anyway, I just wanted to call and make sure you were doing all right all alone up there. It really was a surprise that you decided to leave for Christmas, but as long as you’re happy it’s alright I suppose.” 

“I’m, yeah I’m good, Mom. I’m enjoying it.” 

“I know the breakup wasn’t easy for you and I was worried that you might be lonely out there by yourself,” she sighs through the phone, motherly concern plain in her voice 

You glance over and watch as Donghyuck flips the potatoes, face illuminated in the glow of the oven, and smile, “no. Not at all, actually.” 

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart, I just want to make sure that you made the right decision.” 

“I think I did,” you smile. “I really think I did.”

“Okay, well, as long as you’re happy,” you can hear through the speaker the insistent wailing of your nephew in the background, cloying for attention and your mom’s voice grows distant as she turns towards him. Clearly preoccupied in all the goings-on at home. 

The image is clear in your mind, what you would be doing there in some alternate version of the present--if you had never decided to take this trip. You would be sitting in the same pajamas you had been wearing for 2 days, warm mug of apple cider in hand, fending off your sister’s pitying glances and making half-assed conversation with your estranged uncle as he tucks into yet another plate of baked goods. 

The familiar scent of cinnamon and clove draws you into the scene. Years and years of Christmasses spent in the same house, in the same living room, with the same people. Comfort, familiarity, and there are parts of it you miss. But glancing up now, laughing as Donghyuck reels back from the cloud of steam as it billows out from a simmering pot on the stove, you decide you that there are more that you don’t miss, after all. That home comes in a lot of different forms, and a childhood house is just one of them.

“Mom, I’m gonna let you go. I’m having dinner with a friend. Have a good Christmas, say hi to everyone for me.” 

“You too, honey,” she replies, clearly distracted entirely now by whatever disaster was unfolding in front of her at the moment. “Love you, we’ll see you in the new year.” 

The phone call ends and you walk over to where Donghyuck stands stirring one of his array of aromatic concoctions. “Smells great,” you comment and he smiles--clearly pleased with the reception. Whatever had passed between you minutes before has all but slipped away, replaced again by casual comfort. 

“It’ll be done in about two minutes if you want to have a seat,” he nods, flicking the burners off and gathering dishes and silverware. 

The wine is poured, the roast is sliced, and the mouth-watering aroma of sage and rosemary fill the small home as you sit across from each other. It still surprises you how easily you slip into domestic simplicity next to him. Simply existing in one another's company--absent of the pressure to be anything except oneself. Maybe, you think, it comes from knowing that it's only temporary. That you really only have each other for these few days stolen from time, and eventually you were each going to slip back into your lives entirely separate from one another. 

Having this holiday as only a memory, growing more and more vague with each passing month until even the sound of his laughter all but fades from your recollection. 

“Do you like it?” Donghyuck asks, slicing into his dinner eagerly. You watch and wonder if he thinks about the same things as you. If the thought of your inevitable departure from each other is casting any sort of shadow over this meal, this moment, or if he’s content simply just existing free of those worries. 

“It’s delicious,” you nod, forking another potato into your mouth. “Like really good. I never would have expected you to be a decent chef.” 

“Oh, you’d be surprised at the things I’m decent at,” he hums with a wink and you feel the blood rush to your head, clouding your thoughts. How easily his humour washes away all worries for the future, bringing you into the present. How easily over the span of a few days he has managed to pull you into him. 

“Is that right?” You swallow the intrusive thoughts down with a sip of wine and glance at him over the table, evaluating the sly smirk as it stretches across his soft lips. The feeling of his warmth against your body, so close you could almost melt into him, lingers  in your mind. 

“Yeah, do you want a demonstration?” He sets down his silverware, flexing his hands, and casts his eyes on you from across the table in question. 

“O-” the words catch in your throat, deepening his grin as he makes his way around the table towards you, “of what?” 

“The things I’m decent at.” The faint scent of wine and savoury herbs still lingers on his breath as he leans in, sending your thoughts reeling ss you watch his features come in and out of focus before you. He brings a hand up into your hair, a light touch just barely grazing your ear. You feel yourself leaning in towards him in response, a natural shift towards him and he chuckles low and dark next to your ear before pulling away with a grin. 

The sudden absence shocks you awake like a cold shower as he stands before you brandishing a coin in triumph, “you had something behind your ear.” He drops the coin into your hand and you stare at it, aghast. 

“A magic trick? You wanted to show me a magic trick?” 

“Good, right?” He laughs, “one of my bandmates taught me how to do it. Why? What were you expecting?” 

“I--” you stammer, mind still reeling from the dramatic shift in atmosphere. He leans back in towards you.

“Were you expecting something else?” His features come into full focus, a glint of mischief shining in the honey browns of his eyes. He hovers and you pause a moment to study his features up close. The slight imperfections in his skin, the gentle curve of his cheek as it meets the corners of his upturned lips. You open your mouth to speak, but think better of it. 

Instead you give in. You take the opportunity and move, barely an inch, towards him. Closing the gap between you and pressing your lips against his. He gives out a small groan of alarm, clearly not expecting the boldness, before he deepens the kiss. You lean back with him until your back is pressed against the hard wood of the chair, pinning you to his chest. His arms snake around your waist, supportive and grasping and he pulls you to stand with him--wine stained lips never ceasing their movements against yours. 

The dinner sits abandoned half-eaten on the table as you stumble together, wrapped in each other's arms, and fall into bed. Whatever fragile distance between you, kept to preserve your already wounded hearts, slips away as you lay each other bare in the crisp, white sheets. The feel of his golden skin against yours, the warmth of him melting away any worries gnawing at the back of your mind. 

Any thoughts outside of this moment. For now. For tonight. You fall asleep in his arms and your dreams are peaceful for the first time in a week. 

The bright sun filters in through the sheer curtains and you wake up wrapped in Donghyuck’s arms. You settle in, curling up tighter to his side and breathe deeply. ‘I could stay here forever,’ you think, a soft smile stretches over your lips as he tightens his arms around you in his sleep. You feel at home for the first time since getting off the plane, happiness singing through your limbs in the amber glow of the morning. 

At least until your thoughts return and your peace is disturbed by the unwelcome reminder that you’ve only got 4 days left until Donghyuck flies back home. Until you’re left alone again in this house that only feels like a home because of his presence. As if sensing the shift in the atmosphere, he stirs awake--pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of your head. 

“Good morning,” he sighs, loosening his hold on your slightly to stretch his legs out underneath the comforter. 

“Morning,” you try to match his smile, the cheerful tone, but the worry slips through in between and despite the sleep still hanging around his head he catches it, ever observant. 

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your eyes. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, leaning into his touch despite yourself. “Too well, I think.” 

“I don’t think that’s possible,” he laughs lightly before his face regains an expression of casual concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just,” you hesitate and he runs his hand down your arm--soothing. For a moment you contemplate just burying your worries. Hiding them far away in the dark of your mind to be dug up only after he leaves so you can parse through them alone in silence. The temptation to hide in his warmth and bask in his glow for the remainder of your days here is strong, but something in his expression stops you. Invites you in to share your thoughts, “what happens when we leave here? You’ve only got a few more days left and then...what?” 

Vulnerability never came naturally to you. It was always easier to hide--from your thoughts and from others’ reactions to them. But as Donghyuck wraps you back in his arms with a gentle squeeze, you think maybe it wasn’t the vulnerability. Maybe it was just the people you were scared of. “Are you worried I’m going to forget about you?” 

“A little bit, yeah,” you laugh, grateful for the comfort that never seems to disappear when you’re around him. 

“I don’t know what happens,” he admits and the expression of sincerity on his face--one free of the usual teasing or mischief--tugs at the fraying threads of your worries until they start to unravel in your palm. “I’m not sure where we go from here, but I do know that I don’t want to spend the last four days we have together worrying about it. So you shouldn’t either.” 

He emphasises his last sentence with a firm poke to your forehead and you laugh. The conscious choice to release your worries, to throw the frayed threads out into the snow and be done with them, presents itself and for once--you take it. You press your lips against his once more and set free your worries tangled in the soft flesh of his limbs.

--

“Okay, for real I have to go now,” Donghyuck stands in the entrance of the small house dressed in his winter coat, arms tightly encircling you as he sighs against the side of your neck. 

“I know, you can let me go anytime, Hyuck,” you laugh as his embrace merely tightens. He peppers your face, your head, your neck with kisses before finally pulling away and picking up his bag. 

“You have my number, right?” 

“Yes, you double checked it three times this morning.” 

“Okay,” he nods, lip between his teeth. “And I have your number?” 

“Yes, do you want to call it again to make sure or was the four times you did that earlier enough?” 

He groans dramatically, throwing his head back before running his eyes over you--head to toe--as if to imprint this image of you, standing before him wrapped in your onesie, into his brain. “Okay, for real ______, you need to let me leave. I’m going to miss my flight.” 

“Then go, you weirdo,” the laughter comes despite the knot in your stomach. Seeing him now standing before your, face twisted in a dramatic grimace, pulls at your heart but still you’re not sad. You’re sure you will be later, as you drink the last bottle of Merlot alone listening to a playlist of Celine Dion’s greatest hits, but now? The sadness is an afterthought. Instead you see him, bundled up in front of you in a thick scarf, and you can’t help but smile. The last few weeks, as bizarre and unexpected as they were, made you feel alive again. Made you feel at home.

And you wouldn’t change them for anything. Not even if he left and never called. Not even if you had to watch him walk out of that door 100 times over like some twisted version of Groundhog Day. 

“One more kiss,” he pouts, and you give in. Pressing your lips against his and savouring the moment. Savouring the feeling of him. You pull away after a minute and he groans, “just one more.” 

One goodbye and a thousand kisses later Donghyuck leaves, taking with him all the warmth of the small house and leaving you in silence. You watch through the window as the car makes tracks through the fresh blanket of white snow; a few wayward tears escape, rolling over your cheeks as the car fades into the distance. With a sigh you pull yourself away from the window and turn on the stereo--drowning out your sorrows to the tune of 80’s pop ballads while you clean up after the whirlwind of the last few days. 

The chorus of Sinead O’Connor’s Nothing Compares 2 U reverberates through the house and you wail along, elbow deep in dishwater--oblivious to the sound of the keypad at the entrance. You don’t notice Donghyuck for a minute, too lost in a state of catharsis. Singing along with Sinead as you let the tears flow freely now, mixing in with the dishwater below. 

“You know,” he says, leaning against the kitchen wall, “I almost think you’re trying to make me go deaf.” 

“Hyuck,” you stare at him, open mouthed, for what feels like an eternity before he ducks his heady shyly under the strength of your unwavering gaze. 

“I just--” he stammers, rubbing the back of his head with a gloved hand. “I just thought, you’re here until the 2nd anyway, right?” 

“Yeah,” you say, dumbfounded, as you slip your hands out of the water--never taking your eyes off his face as he searches for the right words to say. 

“It’s snowing a lot, my flight will probably be delayed anyway,” he waves a hand vaguely towards the clear blue sky outside. “Why not...stay? At least until you leave.” 

Your heart thrums wildly in your chest, unable to contain the surprise and excitement of his return. “Yeah,” you smile, watching as he shuffles in front of you.

“If you....want me to be here?” The uncertainty in his voice--the quiet nervousness you hadn’t seen from him before--brings the flood of warmth back into your body. 

“Of course, you idiot,” you reply, taking his face between your wet, soapy hands and pressing your lips to his. You feel the grin stretch across his face as he returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Besides,” you say, a wry smile twisting up the corners of your mouth, “someone needs to finish eating all of this cheese.” 

© 2020, neonun-au

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Yuta-Nakamots’ NCT 127 Masterlist 

Welcome to my masterlist! Please make sure to check out the guidelines for rules about my writings and feel free to take a look at the upcoming release schedule. Be sure to join my general taglist if you’d like to be tagged in my future works. Thank you and have a nice day!

Key

Genres f || Fluff a || Angst s || Smut m || Horror and other mature genres t || Action

Extras ✧ || 200+ notes ™ || ToMie TradeMarked (inspired by a dream I had)

m . t a e i l

The Christmas Song (f) || Teaser || - Single Parent!Taeil x Single Parent!Reader - 4.7k

It wasn’t uncommon for when the weather grows colder, many hearts do as well. Though you hoped this was not true in the case of yours and Taeil’s, that the warmth of each other’s hearts would be enough to break the ice. Part of the Taste of Winter Collab.​  Part of the NeoWinter Festival and the NeoHoliday Festival.

s . j o h n n y

Touch (f,s) ™ || Teaser || - Volleyball!Johnny x Reader - 8.6k

As a first year student majoring in English, you would have never thought that you’d end up working for the sports news network at your university. Even more so, flirting with one of your coworkers who happens to be on the men’s volleyball team. Part of the NCT Sports Collab.​

[2:50pm] WAP (f) - Boyfriend!Johnny x GN Reader - 0.2k

l . t a e y o n g

Back 2 U (f,a,s,m,t) || Teaser || Prologue || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || - Gang Member!Taeyong x Gang Member!Reader - 27.2k (ongoing)

To ensure the fate of your gang in the new era, your parents decide to arrange a marriage with the most powerful clan, the Lee clan. Taeyong, the up and coming leader of the clan, is soon at your beck and call, ready to give anything for you even if it’s his own life. Inspired by @choco-mark’s series, A Marriage Of Inconvenience.

✧ Tiger Inside (f,s) || Teaser || - Hybrid!Taeyong x Reader - 6k

Your life in quarantine is as boring as normal until your long-time boyfriend Taeyong wakes up with new features, specifically those of a tiger. Neither of you know what to do besides continuing on with your daily lives and accommodating to his new habits. Part of the Wasn’t On Pawpose Collab.​

Long Flight (f,a,m) ™ - Among Us!Taeyong x Among Us!Reader - 5.6k

Join your crewmates in a multiplayer game of teamwork and betrayal! But beware…as there may be an impostor aboard! Their goal is to eliminate the rest of the crew and they will sabotage the ship, sneak through vents, deceive, and frame others to remain anonymous and kill off the crew. Part of the Neo Clock Event. Check out the masterlist here.

✧ Summer 127 (f,s) ™ - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Reader - 2.3k

Going to a waterpark was a great way to beat the summer heat though things only seem to get hotter while you’re there.  Part of the the Sunny Side Event​. Check out the masterlist here.

Stuck With You (f) - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Reader - 4.3k

Going on vacation with Taeyong for his 26th birthday was already a gift in itself but it made you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather be stuck with for a the rest of your life than him.  Part of the Around the World in 31 Days Event. Check out the masterlist here. Part of the TaeTae Day Event. check out the masterlist here.

n . y u t a

✧ Playing Games (f,a,s) || Teaser || - Frat Boy!Yuta x Reader - 11.2k

Yuta is a notorious frat boy known for sleeping around with tons of girls yet never getting into a relationship. You never would have thought you’d become entangled with him until fate ends up placing both of you in the same beginner guitar class during your spring semester. Part of the Bingo Collab. Check out the masterlist here.

Pandora’s Box (f) || Teaser || - Soccer!Yuta x Reader 

Yuta was one of the best offensive players on your university’s soccer team yet his defense was just as strong. Namely, his emotional defense. It became a personal goal of yours to break away into his heart and score points in your favor. Part of the Quarter Life Shenanigans Collab.

[12:57pm] From Home (f) - Boyfriend!Yuta x GN Reader - 0.3k

[5:04pm] Fly Away With Me (f) ™ - Dad!Yuta x GN Reader - 0.5k

k . d o y o u n g

Good Thing (f) ™ - Love Alarm!Doyoung x Reader - 1.6k

The Love Alarm app makes it easier than ever to find love but things never seem to be in your favor. You have come to doubt the sensibility of it because, do you really need an app to find love? Part of the Love Alarm Event. Check out the masterlist here.

Highway To Heaven (f,a) || Teaser || - Street Racer!Doyoung x Reader - 4.6k

Doyoung was one of the biggest names in street racing though part of him knew he couldn’t compete forever. But just like a checkered flag, the day he finished his racing career came sooner than he expected. Part of the Adrenaline Rush! Collab​

[7:13pm] White Night (f) ™ - Vampire!Doyoung x Vampire!Reader - 0.2k

Part of the NeoWinter Festival.

j . j a e h y u n

✧ Baby Don’t Like It (f,a,s) ™ - Idol!Jaehyun x Idol!Reader, Idol!Yuta x Idol!Reader - 9.8k

Relationships can get messy as seen by the way you’ve managed to fuck up one that you weren’t even officially in to begin with but at least your boyfriend seems pretty supportive of it all. Part of the 23 Days of Christmas Event​. Check out the masterlist here.

✧ Whiplash (f,a,s) || Teaser || - University!Jaehyun x Reader, University!Jungwoo x Reader - 10.7k

After your letters to your two crushes, who you thought you’d never have a chance with, are mistakenly received, you’re greeted by a world of indecisiveness. You don’t know which way to go, which man to go with, and every choice you make feels like getting whiplash. Part of the To All the Members I’ve Loved Before Collab​. Check out the masterlist here. Part of the Summer ‘127 Event. check out the masterlist here.

Friend In Me (f) - University!Jaehyun x Reader - 0.9k

Not one for costumes, you weren’t over the moon showing up to a Halloween party dressed as Bo Peep with her three sheep. A drunk Buzz Lightyear and a handsome sheriff Woody quickly change your mind about that, though. Part of the NeoHalloween writing festival. Check out the masterlist here.

[12:10pm] Paper Plane (f) ™ - Physics Teacher!Jaehyun x Student Teacher!Reader - 0.5k

k . j u n g w o o

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[alreadyblondenow]

Unwrapping You 

▸ Lucas x reader (idol au) ▸ 1,168k words ▸ SMUT, Fluff (18- please look away) ▸ Inspired by unwrapping of gifts on Christmas day. Unprotected sex, slow sex, teasing, Lucas sniffing your panties ahuhu, nipple play, fingering, filth but still fluffy  ▸ Requested and part of B’s giving back event,  Ho Ho Ho?! See anon request message at the end of this drabble.  ▸ Part of NEOHOLIDAY for @nct-writers​ 

The night is full of hugs and kisses, delicious food, and red wine. A normal Christmas eve at home never fails to make you happy. Seeing everyone smile and feel the spirit of Christmas will always fill your heart with joy, but there’s something or someone that can make you even happier than being home with everyone, and that’s being with Lucas on this special holiday.

Three years together and he’s only spent Christmas with you once. You don’t have anything against his work, but being a famous idol sure did make everything hard for you and Lucas. You’re not disappointed that he told you last minute he couldn’t make it on Christmas eve, delayed flights are something he can’t control. “I’m really sorry babe,” he said over the phone, “I promise I’ll be home tonight”

When it’s time to go home, you hug your family goodbye and they told you they miss Lucas. He became really close to everyone because he’s a funny man and your mother adored him. When you got home, you cleaned yourself and wear your surprise for Lucas under the robe as you wait for his arrival. You stayed in the kitchen and enjoy some left over Christmas cookies with a cup of tea on the side.

“I’m home!” the door on your shared apartment beeps as he enters, putting his bags on the side and quickly looked for you.

“Hi. Merry Christmas-“ he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you hungrily, not letting you finish your greeting. He hasn’t seen you for two months and it has been hard for him to miss you like that. But you’re both grownups, and all you needed to do to make this long distance relationship work is stretch your patience and trust each other.

You feel his smile during the kiss and his happiness is obvious. Oh you missed those thin and soft lips, his strong figure, and his scent. He took a peek under your robe and smirked, happy that you still planned something for him even though he broke his promise. “I love how you wrapped my gift” he was talking about your red lingerie underneath your robe. With his strength, he carried you effortlessly to your shared room with a smile, smacking your ass once with his big hands before he lay you down nicely on the bed, and stripped oh so quickly in front of you. He crawled on the bed and untied your robe, getting rid of it so he can enjoy his gift. The glint of his eyes was evident when he saw you underneath him wearing your red lingerie.  

“Not having sex for two months just made me feel so excited right now” Lucas whispers, “Let’s enjoy tonight, go slow, hmm?” you nod at him, “Slow but hard” he added and smirked. Hearing his plan for tonight automatically made your legs close, as he takes his time kissing your neck and whispering “I miss yous” and “I love yous” to you, biting the shell of your ear and tickling your side so he can hear your giggles that he oh so missed hearing in person.

He pulls down the cups of your lacy bra, not removing it entirely for his own want. Licking and sucking your nipples while you make lustful sounds, he smiled at you and fixed your bra again, his spit sticks on the fabric but you don’t care. He took his time admiring your body, tracing the fabric of your lingerie. From the straps of the bra to the thin sides of the lacy thong, he traced it with his hand like he’s teasing you. Without a warning, he gently pulls your thong on the side and put his thumb on your pussy lips. Massaging it with your pussy juices, while he watches you go crazy with his touch. He pumped his cock until its rock hard, line it on your entrance, and push in slowly. His body rolls were to die for and Lucas looked like he’s a porn star right now, how did you get so lucky?

It was slow sex as expected, his hands were on your waist gripping it tightly but not enough to hurt you. You feel his big hands make your body steady as he thrust in and out, tugging at your thong from time to time as his way of telling you he’s enjoying his gift. Then he pulls out and you let out a soft sigh because he feels so good and you want his cock back inside you. He kneels in between your legs and removes your thong, putting you completely naked from the waist down. You thoughr he will throw your panties somewhere but you were wrong, he sniffed it like how he missed you. Filthy be he looked so fucking hot sniffing your panties.

“I bet you do that with my other underwear-“ before you could even finish your sentence he gave you a hard thrust and smirk.

“Mhmm” he smacks your right ass and lifts your hips with his arms and put it just above his strong thighs, from there, your legs were perfectly spread wide open. A perfect angle for Lucas to show you how much he misses you. He holds your waist and kept your hips lifted from the mattress as he fucks you at a slow and deep pace. Putting his thumb on your clit and watch your boobs bounce slowly. You part your lips and call him out to put more pressure on your clit because you’re already on edge, and a few more minutes of oh so deep but hard thrusts and Lucas grunting and moaning, you came so hard that you have to kick him in order for him to stop.

“You didn’t have to kick me you know?” he chuckled and pull his dick out and help you go down from your high as he spreads soft kisses on your neck, feeling your whole body shiver through his lips because of sensitivity. He smiles and removes the last piece of his gift for tonight. While you were busy catching your breath, he was removing your bra, and soon his big hands cup your boobs perfectly, kneading it a request for round two.

“You didn’t cum” you said, still catching your breath.

“On purpose. Ride me? To be honest I’m tired” he pouts.

“Oh I get it. That’s why you want to go slow tonight” he nods and rests his head on the top of your chest, listening to your heartbeat while he stays in between your legs with a hard cock poking your thigh.

“On second thought, let's just stay like this for a while. This is better than cumming” he smiles, pulls the covers, and hugs you tightly like the big baby that he is. “Merry Christmas, I love you” he whispers near your ear and left a long soft kiss on your temple.

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Dear Anon, Thank you so much for this Lucas request! Although I couldn’t find a green and red lingerie huhu so I just made it red. I hope this satisfies you! 

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[neonun-au]

home is a feeling | story announcement

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst, strangers to lovers, first meeting au

projected word count: 7-10k

warnings: none (as of right now)

summary: Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.

release date: December 15th

for @nct-writers​ NeoHoliday Event~ 

if you would like to be on the taglist for the release, let me know! Happy holidays and happy reading~ :) 

(no actual teaser from the fic itself, sorry, just an announcement haha) 

Update: find the completed story here

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[nct-writers]

NEO’CLOCK, 2021: GO BACK TO THE PAST OR JUMP INTO THE FUTURE?

(Event announced earlier for participants to be able to have more time to write their piece.)

Time. It works in different ways. Past, Future and Present. We're all aware of what is happening in our present. But what about the Past and Future? For most of us, both are unknown, a subject of our imaginations. NCT-WRITERS presents, NEO'CLOCK, which, like NCT's Resonance PT. 1 album, is divided into two parts, Past and Future. 

In NEO'CLOCK, all the 23 members of NCT have been divided as; 12 members for Past, and 11 members for Future. For the members in the Past section, you have to Turn Back Time and base your work in the past, and for the members in the Future section, you have to travel Into the Future and base your work in the future. 

This event follows the rule of 'First come first serve', so there will only be 23 writers in total. NEO'CLOCK is also member exclusive.

The event will take place from January 3rd to 25th, and like NEOHALLOWEEN and NEOHOLIDAY, each one of these 23 days will have a scheduled NCT member assigned to it. The writer for a particular member will post their story on the set dates. For example, if you chose Mark as your chosen member, and his date is January 5th, you will have to post your work on January 5th itself. 

How can I join?

The event is member exclusive, therefore, you have to be a network member.  

This event is also first come first serve, so there will only be one writer for each member. Keep in mind that you may or may not get your desired member to write for in first chance if someone else has already claimed his slot. 

Send an ask to us if you wish to join or message 

@sunhyuck​ (Kei), @alreadyblondenow​ (B) or @jimjamjaemin​ (Mona). Mention the member (be aware that if you choose a member from the PAST group, your fic should have a PAST theme), the prompt or trope etc.

What should I write?

Drabbles, timestamps, oneshots are allowed. However, all works should have a minimum of 500 words.   

All genres are allowed, even smut. If going 18+, please only write smut for legal members if you are going to write smut, only suggestive is allowed for Sungchan and Chenle, and no suggestive nor smut for Jisung.

The work should be in the Time periods mentioned. For example, if your chosen member is Xiaojun and his slot is set in the Past, your work should be set in the past, near or far.

Notes

Please make sure you can make it before sending an ask.  

If you have a past/future themed work in the making, and your chosen time period matches with the member's time slot, you can join with it as your entry!

Reblog this post if you are joining!  

For other questions, you can send an ask to the network, or send a message to our admin/event organisers.

We will be tracking #neoclock and #nct-writers. 

Join us now to show us how your time machine works! We look forward to your works!

Event organized by Mona ( @jimjamjaemin​ ) and B ( @alreadyblondenow​ )

[alreadyblondenow]

Second chances 

▸ Hendery x reader  ▸ 681 words ▸ Fluff only ▸ Inspired by kissing underneath the mistletoe by Justin Bieber hihi ▸ Requested and part of B’s giving back event,  Ho Ho Ho?! See anon request message at the end of this drabble. ▸ Part of NEOHOLIDAY for @nct-writers​

It has been a great holiday season so far since you came back from college to celebrate with your family and friends. Tonight your childhood friend Hendery, is hosting a house party and you’re excited to see him in person again. Since his house is so big and it's full of strangers, his college friends maybe, you had a hard time looking for him.

The music was blaring as you wander around and look for your friend, checking the pool if he’s one of the people playing water volleyball, or one of the guys playing beer pong. But there he is.... sitting on the edge of a table with a beer on his hand talking casually with his friends and checking his phone from time to time. You walked towards him planning to surprise him while hugging yourself and trying not to bump with a stranger.

“You made it!” surprise ruined. He shouts and ran towards you with a hug, spilling his drink on your shirt accidentally. He was already a little drunk, bummer you thought. You were looking forward to having a good catch-up with him, next time maybe.

“You’re drunk” you let out a small laugh and took his cup to put it on a table.

“I’m sorry I’ll get you a clean shirt, come with me” he grabs your wrist and drags you upstairs in his room. His room hasn’t changed a bit, it’s still the same cool room with all the CDs and toys. “I’m sorry- I got sober when I realized what I’ve done” he hands you his clean shirt and lets you change in his bathroom. When you’re done you saw Hendery laying in his bed comfortably, patting the mattress, signaling you to lay beside him just like old times.

“How are you?” He started, his breath smells like alcohol but he’s already sober you’re sure of it.

“I missed you” “I missed you”

Talking at the same time made you both giggle and came closer to each other. Is life going to give you both a second chance now? Is this it? He cups your cheek and planted a kiss on your lips. Just like the first time he did it to you before you two separated for college, timing is a bitch and that’s proven.

“I thought you moved on” you spoke softly, licking your lips and tasting a bit of alcohol.

“How can I forget when those lips made me feel a million things all at once?” you hummed in approval and gave him a soft kiss again before melting in his embrace. For the first time, you and Hendery cuddle close in his bed while catching up with each other. Warming your bodies with the embrace and listening to each other’s voices to keep your hearts warm.

When you two went back to the party, hand in hand and proud to call each other ‘mine’, Hendery made sure you have a good time and meet a couple of people. The way his hands can't stop holding yours is a cute gesture that makes your heart skip a bit, he changed. He’s not shy anymore and he’s confident with what he feels for you this time. Whenever you’re close to him, he can't help but look at your lips that he oh so wanted to kiss over and over again but he can’t find the perfect timing. So he made something up.

“Look what I found” you see Hendery holding a mistletoe in his hand and putting it above your head while his other hand secures your body close to him. “Let’s not waste the opportunity to kiss underneath the mistletoe,” he said with a grin.

“You made this up” you giggle and rake your fingers in his fluff black hair.

“Can you blame me?” He smiled the most handsome smile you’ve ever seen and shamelessly kissed you in front of many people. Everyone cheered like Hendery won something like he scored on basketball. Well, maybe you’re both winning after all, and waiting did a great thing for the two of you.

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Thank you so much for the Hendery request anon! I love writing for Hendery and I hope this drabble gave your request justice hehe Thank you so much! 

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