#one of the dorm workers asked me what music i liked (shes already asked me before but ig she forgot)

[minglana]

why am i meeting Iarri3s irl after leaving the fandom what the hell

#one of the dorm workers asked me what music i liked (shes already asked me before but ig she forgot) #so i told her mushkaa johnny cash and that i also liked 0nedee #and FIRST THING SHE ASKS ME is 'omg did you like harry and (she confused louis for liam)' and i was like WHAT👀💀 of course i did #also it doesnt help that today right before going to the office i was watching best song ever mv😭 #and now im rewatching old videos😭😭😭 #but anyways like whyyyyyy do i meet fans after leaving the fandom. WHY couldnt i make friends w ppl like this while i still enjoyed them😭 #z xarre

[blue-jisungs]

RADIO SILENCE ,, chap 07 — do we hear a breakup song?

synopsis. hwang y/n and park sunghoon do not like each other. end of story. god knows why (well actually, niki is the only one who knows why). but when they’re put as co-hosts on a radio show, they’re bound to bond.

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you were rushing to your studio, a grin plastered on your face. today will be a hard day, but a good one. it’s the day. the album is already out so you decided to go live for a moment before rushing to the studio. oh and inkigayo! you were excited, more than ever. after the hiatus you were finally able to perform again! to go on music shows! and to think you were so close to losing it because of one–

“y/n”

your eyes snapped up, meeting riki’s. he was smiling softly, snacks in his hands.

“hi” you said, trying not to let a hint of bitterness show on your face. riki looked around nervously and stepped closer.

“hi. congrats on the comeback. we listened to your album and it’s really, really good. amazing job, truly” he said. and you knew he was being genuine “and i mean it. i’ll… uh… if you want to film a challenge…”

you smiled tenderly, nodding your head

“sure, nishimura. i… thank you. and…” you gulped, not really sure how to phrase words. ‘please stay like that?’ ‘don’t ignore me anymore?’ ‘what’s up with all this?’. you sighed, hoping he’ll know “thank you, really. it means a lot”

he nodded and walked away. you watched him for a brief moment and reassumed the walk to your studio, excitement buzzing through your body. what will your fans say? did they like it? did they like the mv? which track is their fav?

you asked all those questions once starting the live, viewer count growing. it was way more than in your pre-hiatus era and it made you proud, you couldn’t lie.

“what’s your… you mean mine? favourite track?” you read one of the questions and thought of an answer.

in the meantime, riki returned to their dorms. sunghoon had his earphones plugged, watching something on his laptop. one was hanging from his ear so he could hear if someone was talking to him. which, someone was.

“yo, i ran into y/n in the hallway. are you seeing her today?” riki asked, placing the ramyeons down. sunghoon perked up, frowning.

“why would i?” he asked, stopping the video. then he grabbed his phone, realising there’s an unread notification: “y/n went live: d-day! :D”

“her comeback? you have the radio show later? just… friendly stuff? i congratulated her, she seemed so happy” riki mumbled. the boys looked at each other, the younger one biting his bottom lip “i… i feel bad about how i treated her in the past. i hope she will forgive me one day”

sunghoon closed his laptop, a sinking feeling in his stomach. it was all his fault. and if riki feels bad, then what about him? he feels… guilty.

“she will” sunghoon smiled and stood up “now i’ll go bug her a little”

riki scoffed, watching his friend leave. he hoped so. (that she will forgive him, not that sunghoon will bug her - because it was inevitable when he was around)

in no time sunghoon barged into your room, the wall cutely decorated with balloons and deco that reassembled your concept. happy comeback! was what hung above your head while on your head there was a… birthday hat? and birthday glasses–

“what the absolute f– fudge are you doing here?” you deadpanned, moving your hands away from the cake. he stepped closer, a devilish grin on his face. ha, you can’t cuss him out in camera!

“i just popped in to congratulate my co-worker on comeback!” he hummed and sat next to you, immediately leaning closer to the phone “hi everyone!”

you let out a defeated sigh and handed him the birthday themed glasses. he took them and put them on.

“just don’t disturb and i might give you a slice” you grunted and leaned closer to the screen to look for some questions.

your arms brushed slightly, sunghoon freezing flustered. he adored your focused profile when suddenly…

“"what’s ‘radio silence’ about?"” you read one of the questions. you hummed and leaned back, smiling softly “well… while the title track, ‘back in vogue’ is more on the girlboss side… ‘radio silence’ is uhm…”

you felt sunghoon’s soft gaze lingering on you. you wondered if he listened to the album. to the song.

“it’s about silence after a break off with a person whom you loved. it’s emotional and edgy” you cracked a smile and ignored his eyes on you “and… it means a lot to me. anyways– "hand in marriage?" when and where, baby?”

“ew” sunghoon scoffed and you just sent him a small smile.

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[amysteriousmessenger]

First time with RFA + V and Saeran?

/cracks knuckes this is gonna be a long one, if anyone wants me to write one with Ray, Suity and Unknown please let me know <3 REMEMBER TO PRACTICE SAFE SEX!! Under the cut because of length - <3 please consider reblogging, I spent so long on this! <3 

First Time with RFA (+ V and Saeran) Headcanons [VERY NSFW]

Yoosung Kim First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Yoosung would be a bit of a long time coming. He’s nervous because he doesn’t want to mess it up, and he’s also not quite sure how to approach the subject. He gets overly worried about your boundaries whenever he wants to bring it up and just ends up never mentioning it. This would result in a lot of abrupt ends to make out sessions because he can feel something rising and doesn’t know what to do about it in that moment. Eventually, he’d start to bring it up but you’d have to meet him in the middle of the conversation before he got too flustered and jumped ship.

There wouldn’t be an immediate plan as to when it was gonna happen, but he would frantically buy some condoms at the pharmacy in advance. However, it just so happened that that was the day that the self-checkout was broken and he had to go to a real worker. He’d very much consider asking Zen for advice, and would probably hint at asking before deciding he couldn’t handle boosting Zen’s ego like that. Eventually, he’d just lightly google it and maybe ask one of his LOLOL friends for any general pointers.

It’d happen in his dorm room after a movie had turned into some heavy kissing and a little bit of light touching and resulted in you getting onto his lap. You’d be nuzzling kisses into his neck and losing yourself in his little gasps and moans when you’d felt him getting hard through his jeans, and then he’d be very embarrassed that you’d felt it. He feels like he should be a little more forward, but the words escape him. He’s enjoying himself and he doesn’t want to stop but he can’t find the words to keep it going. 

You’d ask if he wanted to continue and when he agreed, Yoosung would be a little bit bolder and would move you so you were lying down and he was on all-fours above you: continuing to kiss you from that angle.

He’s a little flustered and uncertain about, well, everything. He has a vague idea as to what he should be doing, but you’d going to have to move his hands down your thighs and up your shirt to encourage him that you want this as much as he does.

He is continuously asking if you’re sure you want to continue, if he’s touching you right, if he’s making you feel good, if he’s putting too much of his weight on you- please assure him that you’re fine, baby is nervous. 

Yoosung’s very flustered about seeing you undressed for the first time, and you’d most definitely have to take your bra off for him because he does not know how that thing unclips. He’s also a little shy about taking his clothes off for you too, and you can tell he’s embarrassed from the heat radiating off his entire body. It’s his first time too, after all.

He definitely stumbles his way through the foreplay and you have to remind him to not be so tense, it’s supposed to be fun! He’s very worried about finishing too early since it’s all new to him.

Yoosung’s movements are stiff at first and he’s definitely using his back and not his hips but with time he’ll loosen up a little and get into the swing of it better. You’ll have to guide him and help him set the pace, but he’s more than willing to do what you ask in order to make you feel good! He doesn’t want your first time with him to be disappointing!

He’s SO loud with his moans that you’re 100% certain that his flatmates have heard.

Zen/Hyun Ryu First Time Headcanons 

Your first time with Zen would happen pretty early on in your relationship. He’s both needy and affectionate, so it makes sense you’d end up in bed together sooner rather than later. His flirting would turn to kissing, which then turned to heavy petting, which then turned into him carrying you bridal style through his apartment towards his bed. 

Zen hasn’t been with anyone in a while so he sort of has to root around in his bedside table for a condom, and then has to check the date to make sure it hasn’t passed it’s use-by-date. Luckily for you both, it hadn’t: but at that point, Zen would have probably sprinted to the pharmacy at top speed and back in order to buy a new box if they were out of date. Nothing could stop this man now that he had gotten a taste of you.

Zen’s absolutely going to show you a good time, he feels a little rusty at first but once he remembers where and how to touch you, it’s game on. He’s in two minds about ‘unleashing the beast’ because he’s going to make damn sure that your first time with him is one you’re never going to forget, but he’s worried he might overwhelm you. He’ll quickly throw the latter thought away when he undresses you and gets his hands all over your thighs. 

Zen’s really good at periodically asking whether you’re okay with what he’s doing at each stage and before progressing to another act, he wants to make sure that you want him as much as he wants you.

He’s great at foreplay, he prides himself on it actually. He’s got wonderful fingers and he knows what he’s doing with his tongue. It makes him feel so good to see you coming undone like this before he’s even had his way with you. He’ll insist on making you cum with his hands and mouth before going any further. He’s going to make tonight all about you.

Zen’s a little bit possessive and it’ll show on your thighs, since they’re covered in lovebites.

When he’s above you, ready to move on to main course of the night, he’ll ask once again if you’re sure about this, slightly worried that maybe you’d not thought it through and perhaps just been swept up in the moment: ‘Jagiya, I just want to make sure you’re doing this because you want to, not just for me.’ - ‘Of course I want to, I’m here with you because I want to be.’

The only way to describe Zen in this state is hungry. He promised to ravish you and that’s what he’s doing and then tenfold. He’s so spurred on by your moans, your body and the animalistic need of not having done this for so long.

He has a sex playlist and has it on shuffle the entire time. Zen absolutely is going to match his speed to the music whilst still trying to be absolutely in tune to you and your body. 

He goes absolutely insane when you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him as deep as he possibly can into you, especially when you cry out his name as you do it. He makes a point of wanting to make you moan as loud as he can, it’s good for his ego and lets him know he’s fucking you right.

He can’t help himself but lightly bite into your shoulder as he pounding in to you. Underneath him, you look good enough to eat.

Jaehee Kang First Time Headcanons

Your first time with Jaehee would be a little bit of a wait too, but not as long as Yoosung. Jaehee feels bad that she doesn’t really have time for a relationship with her job, so she feels as though she neglects you a bit unintentionally, and then she’s usually so tired in the evenings that she just passes out with exhaustion. So realistically, it would have to be either over a weekend over a holiday when the two of you were finally intimate together. 

You’d both be watching a musical and by the time it ended, it was practically time to go to sleep anyway. Since you were already in an established relationship with Jaehee and were getting physically comfortable with each other, you just slept in her bed whenever you stayed over.

It would start with a little bit of light kissing and touches, which turned into soft moans and gasps. Jaehee’s a little embarrassed at the noises she’s letting out, but it’s been a while she’s she’s been with anyone so the sensations feel so new to her again. 

You’d probably have to be the one to initiate it because Jaehee’s a little uncertain as to how to proceed, especially if she’s never been with a woman before. You place your hand on the inside of her thigh and break the kiss for a moment to ask: - ‘Do you trust me?’ ‘Of course, _____.’ - ‘Do you want me to keep going?’  ‘I do...’

You’d start touching her through her clothes first and then slip your hand underneath into her underwear when she’s a little more turned on. Jaehee continues to kiss you as you touch her and you can’t help but mildly embarrass her at how cute her little moans and whimpers are.

When Jaehee touches you, she’ll start the same way by touching you with her hand and then asks if you’d like her to do a little bit more than just using her hand, to which you moan out that yes, you would like that.

‘You might have to show me how you like it. I want to make you feel food so please, don’t be afraid to tell me if you want it differently.’

She hesitates a little bit when she’s actually between your thighs, and takes a few seconds just to steady herself before she starts kissing and lightly touching the inside of your legs, working her way up to your more intimate area.

Jaehee starts out very gentle and reserved and gets more confident in herself as your moans increased. You didn’t have to correct her one way or another because she absorbed your reactions very quickly and figured out what you liked and disliked and actually made you finish a lot quicker than you were expecting. She kept going so you could finish again, partially because she just enjoyed finally getting to be with you like this, and also because she wanted to make you feel as good as you make her feel. 

You obviously repay the favour to her afterwards, Jaehee’s quite quiet so you enjoy finding new ways to make her moan and emit cute little mewls and gasps and then for her to be embarrassed over it.

It’s not the most energetic session, but it’s sweet, gentle and with infinite tenderness.

Jumin Han First Time Headcanons

Jumin wouldn’t wait too long before sleeping with you. He wants to be different from his father and make sure you’re comfortably together before doing anything beyond kissing, but he also can’t keep his mind from wandering when he’s at work. He wants to claim you utterly and entirely, he needs you to be his.

He would bring it up beforehand, because that’s just who Jumin is but he tries his best not to phrase it like a business exchange. He wouldn’t expect you to have a date in mind or anything like that, but he’d like the greenlight that he can start thinking about things like that. Jumin hasn’t been with anyone beforehand (almost entirely out of disinterest), but he already has basic things like condoms, lubes and a few other items at home, and plans to expand his ‘collection’ as your relationship progresses.

Jumin’s absolutely a wine-and-dine kind of man, so he’d have the full evening planned with you and finish it with accompanying him to his home to enjoy the night’s view from his building. He’d kiss you with a little more passion than usual when outside and things for descend from there. You go over to the sofa for a little while, essentially straddling him and loosening his tie and cufflinks, just to get the situation a little more heated. 

Jumin usually can’t take a hint, but he does this time and continues to kiss you all the way to his bedroom where he has to stop himself from pushing you onto his bed and taking you right there. Where were his manners? Consent and foreplay come before that. Jumin’s actions aren’t fluid at first, but they’re certainly purposeful. He analyses each of your reactions as they come so he can gauge what you like and dislike and quickly turns to teasing you with his fingers and lips. ‘Would you like me to continue?’ He’ll ask, his voice seemingly as cool and collected as ever. - ‘Y-yes...’ You breathe out in response.

Jumin’s a gentleman and despite having no prior experience, he so easily controls the situation. He wants to make tonight about you and how good he can make you feel, he doesn’t feel any particular way about it being his first time in general, what’s most important to him is that it’s your first time together, so he wants to make a good impression. He takes a personal enjoyment in unzipping the back of your dress, commenting on how well the necklace he bought you suits you with a slight smirk.

He’ll comment on how beautiful he thinks your body is and that there’s no need to be embarrassed around him. He’s so considerate of you and your body, he knows how to touch you just right even though he’s never touched you like this before. He always waits until you’re entirely comfortable with what he’s doing with his fingers before progressing to anything more. 

If you’re self conscious about the way you sound, Jumin will put a little bit of light instrumental music on, probably jazz. He’ll first misunderstand and think you’re worried about being overheard and try to assure you that he had no neighbours and it would take him a few seconds to realise what you were actually worried about and he would just melt. Jumin absolutely wants to hear how good he’s making you feel and your moans are turning him on so much, he doesn’t mind having some music play in the background if it means you're more comfortable.

Saeyoung Choi First Time Headcanons 

Seven’s frequently made ‘no sex before marriage’ and ‘save room for Jesus’ jokes, but this boy is horny and no amount of porn and hentai is going to help him sort that out. Seven owns lube but doesn’t actually have any condoms in his possession since he was never actually expecting to get this far, so if you don’t bring one, he’ll either have to run to the store or, most horrifically, ask Vanderwood for one. Vanderwood doesn’t even dignify that text with a response.

There wouldn’t have been a plan or a real conversation beforehand, the two of you would have just been at Seven’s house watching a film or looking at memes on his bed before things got real steamy, real quickly and neither of you were in the mood to stop. You’d climbed on top of him to start kissing him, effectively (but unintentionally) pinning him to the bed when you’re felt him growing hard underneath you. 

This would progress with some dry humping, which definitely made Seven harder and got you in the mood a bit more. You’d find Seven’s hands moved their way up to your hips, guiding your pace as you grinded against him. Seven’s very vocal when he gets into it and he’s a switch anyway so he doesn’t really mind who’s in control as long as you’re both enjoying yourselves. He can’t quite resist the instinct to buck his hips up into you. ‘I don’t mind if you don’t, but do you wanna go any further than this?’ He’ll ask from below before quickly adding, ‘Just, uhh, because if not- which is completely fine, I’ll need to go take care of this in the bathroom-’ - ‘Of course I do, idiot. I’m literally on top of you. Do you want me to stop?’ ‘Definitely not.’ Seven would reply, with a smile and half lidded eyes.

He’ll pull you down onto him, and then roll over so that he was on top of you, his hands quickly finding their way under your t-shirt and massaging at your chest. He’ll probably disappear to go and wash his hands before anything progresses further, since he had just been eating Honey Buddha Chips and didn’t want to touch you with dirty fingers.

If you want him to put on a playlist, it means you have to be willing to take the risk of getting fucked to ‘All Star’ - Smash Mouth and ‘Rasputin’ - Boney M, or God Forbid, just the entire Bee Movie script but the nightcore version of it. That can come at a later date.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that Seven was that good with his fingers, seeing as what he did for a job, but the man had talent. He’d be able to make you cum with his fingers alone more than once given the speed he was able to move them at. 

Seven’s actually a little bit nervous too, since he doesn’t want to be bad for you. He’s spent his whole like thinking he’s a fuck up and he doesn’t want this to be another contribution to that. He needs a little reassurance too. There’s so much kissing and a few lovebites flying around. You even give Seven a couple and you laugh at him, knowing Vanderwood’s going to bully him about it tomorrow.

For the main act, he’d start on top but there’d be a good amount of position switching and you make an attempt at riding him for a bit. There’s a lot of fuck ups and laughter, but there’s even more love involved. He’d want to keep checking in and knowing that he’s making you feel good, but he can tell you’d having a good time from the way you’re riding him and the way you throw your head back every time he thrusts up into you. It’s lucky he has a lot of strength in his arms so he can hold you steady.

GE Saeran Choi First Time Headcanons

With Saeran, your first time would probably happen a bit quicker than people would expect. This man had been so deprived of love and affection for his whole life, and with the future so uncertain, he wanted to experience your love in everyway that you’d allow him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about you in varying lustful daydreams before, especially when he was alone in his room at Mint Eye, or stuck in front of the monitors in the IT room. Ray nervously fantasised about it, whereas his dark Saeran alter angrily touched himself to a scrunched up photograph of you just to get you out of his mind at night, so it was safe to say he’d thought about it. 

Sex is never just sex to Saeran, it’s offering everything you are to one another. To him, it’s loving, intimate and generous: which is exactly why he wants your first time together to be perfect. The two of you had shared a bed several times since you had nowhere safe to go whilst Saeran’s father and the agency were out for blood, so you tended to hotel hop a little and you both needed to know the other was safe and just have one other’s presence. Besides, Saeran wasn’t accustomed to the outside world yet and he wanted you there for help and guidance. 

Saeran would probably ask you before buying lube and a condom in case you had any preferences, he doesn’t want to get ahead of himself if you aren’t comfortable yet, but he doesn’t want to be caught unprepared if the moment comes. 

 Saeran enjoys giving you romantic surprises now he has the freedom to do so, these include bringing you flowers, filling a bubble bath for you and buying you chocolates since he can’t currently make them. So realistically, your first time would probably be after he innocently did all of these in succession. He’d been working really late at his computer with the intelligence unit and continued working whilst you were in the bath, so when you get out and get into your new (rather short) night dress, generously donated by one of the clothing stores that Jumin owns, and telling him to come to bed for the night because you’ve missed him all day, he practically can’t keep himself from wanting to kiss you. His shoulders are pretty stiff from working at the screen for so long, so you pull him onto the bed with you, embracing Saeran as you lay down together, gently rubbing them to ease the tension.

‘Sweetheart, I swear you look more and more beautiful every time I see you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, you’re an angel.’ He says as he moves up, cupping your cheek and kissing you gently.

Everything Saeran says to you is from the heart and you so readily reciprocate the love and affection he gives you. He places one hand on your exposed, lower thigh and slowly moves it up to where the hem of the nightdress sits, indicating that he won’t go any further until you tell him that it’s okay. 

Saeran’s movements are slow but determined, he wants to show you physically how much he loves you, he wants to make you feel good while he can. He’d ask you to lay back on the bed so he can kiss you and touch you at the same time, touching you gently over your underwear first and then underneath when he asked you if it was alright for him to do that. ‘My love, I want to try and make you feel even better than this. Will you let me?’ he asks before he’s between your legs, gently moving your thighs apart so he can pull your underwear down. 

Your inner thighs are covered in kisses and maybe even a little lovebite here and there. Saeran gives you a lot of attention with his mouth and he’s a little shaky at first but he’s very determined to figure out what you like best. He tends to tease you a bit, both intentionally and unintentionally. It makes him feel proud that he can get these kinds of reactions out of you, and a touch possessive that he’s the only one who can. He’d definitely want to make you cum with his mouth first, and then use his fingers on you since he wants your first time with him to be as painless as possible.

Saeran doesn’t actually expect any kind of solo treatment in return, so he’s absolutely ready to melt when you reciprocate the attention on him and he definitely has to make you stop after only a few short minutes because he doesn’t want to finish too early.

He’s almost instantly overwhelmed with sensation when he actually enters you and he has to concentrate for a minute or so to, firstly, let you adjust and secondly so he doesn’t cum right away. He’s a little self-conscious at how sensitive he is but it’s okay, he’ll get used to it with time.

He’ll kiss at your eyes and face while he’s waiting for you to adjust to him and give him the go ahead to move. His heart is thudding in his chest and it feels like a flutter he’s never experienced before, he has such infinite tenderness and affection for you and he’s so full of love to be able to show you that.

V/Jihyun Kim First Time Headcanons

V’s a man that plans ahead, so when he felt like the relationship was getting a little more serious, he’d make sure he had in-date condoms and a new bottle of lube for when things for a more intimate. He always tries to be considerate so figured he should buy these things in preparation to save you the embarrassment but wouldn’t mention it until you brought it up first. This was definitely a relationship that progressed slowly, since he had a lot of healing and self-work to do, it felt like he had to learn how to love all over again. 

It would have been a late night with him, you’d have had a date that day and gone back to V’s for dinner with a glass of wine. You’d ask to go and see the starry night sky from his porch, with V laying down a blanket so the two of you didn’t have to sit directly on the cold floor. He’d gaze at you looking at the stars and have a sudden urge to kiss you, which then progressed into more and more kisses. V would lean you back onto the floor and would be to the side of you, leaning over and kissing you. Your hands are pressed against his chest as you enjoy the feeling of him cradling you so lost to him.

Perhaps it was the cold air that made the space between you feel so heated, but when V broke off the kiss to catch his breath, you immediately started kissing your way down his jaw and into his neck. You’d been waiting a while for your first time with him, and you didn’t want to rush him, but you were also so ready for him to just take you on that cold blanket outside on the porch. His warm hand squeezed your upper thigh and you thought for a second that he was going to tell you to stop, but instead he asked: ‘My love, don’t you think you’d enjoy this more on a bed?’

Once you’re in his bed, it’s like V unleashed a level of affection that he had been holding back for so long. He asks regularly if you’re okay with what he’d doing and that you can tell him to stop anytime that you want him to. You ask him, in turn if he’s sure that he’s ready and V assures you that he is, and that he doesn’t want to keep you waiting anymore.

He asks to take a photograph of you, nothing not safe for work (not yet), but he wants a picture of you on the bed, slightly out of breath with big doe eyes and puffy lips from the kisses you shared. It’ll be one of his favourite pictures of you for a while to come, and he’ll keep it in his most prized collection.

V gets hard just from touching you, he barely needs any friction of his own to be fully erect. And speaking of touching you, he does not stop. He’ll make you finish his his mouth, and then his fingers, and then his mouth again so that you’re absolutely ruined before he’s even gotten started. He was in a relationship for so long so he knows what he’s doing and the fact that he’s such a giving person means that you’re going to be entirely overcome with pleasure before he’s even inside you. You feel a little guilty about getting so much attention, but he insists that you deserve all of this and more.

He’ll put a little bit of music on if you want, but he honestly just prefers it to be the two of you. Your moans and praises are like music to him anyway, and that’s all he needs. He’s into body worship and he’ll praise and kiss every inch of you and make sure that you feel absolutely worshipped by him. 

He sets the pace to be what seems to make you dig you your fingers into his back and the bedsheets the hardest, and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute he thinks you look underneath him.

He puts so much into it that you really can’t describe it as anything other than ‘love making’ and it was most definitely worth the wait.

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[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess 

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n 

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay 

here��s pt 2 loves <3

- - - 

y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention? 

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.) 

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely. 

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed. 

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end. 

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended. 

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right? 

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting? 

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care? 

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for. 

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating. 

“you’re staring again.” 

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything. 

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard. 

“so it makes you look creepy.” 

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.” 

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.” 

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics. 

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.” 

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.” 

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though? 

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur. 

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again. 

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out. 

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance. 

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him. 

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n. 

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music. 

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them. 

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all. 

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance. 

- 

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile. 

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red. 

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place. 

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.) 

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time. 

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape. 

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up. 

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up. 

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging. 

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder. 

he swung the door open, hinges crying out. 

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted. 

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.” 

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?” 

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-” 

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?” 

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-” 

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?” 

“no. shut up. i need to-” 

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?” 

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?” 

“well, you’re just being shitty.” 

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them. 

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.” 

“no.” 

“please?” 

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-” 

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?” 

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips. 

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.” 

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place. 

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?” 

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back. 

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.” 

“who the hell are you talking about?” 

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.” 

“...y/n?” 

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?” 

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.” 

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.” 

“shithead, get out of my face.” 

“you still have to go out with me.” 

“why the f-” 

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.” 

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?” 

- 

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s. 

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets. 

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the  drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door. 

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone. 

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible. 

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin. 

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more. 

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room. 

-

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways. 

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them. 

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through. 

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer. 

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him. 

“you okay?” 

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?” 

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?” 

“nothing. nothing is wrong.” 

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.” 

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.” 

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin. 

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along. 

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?” 

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.” 

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.” 

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?” 

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder. 

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable. 

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy. 

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring. 

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve. 

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough. 

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage. 

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry. 

“just running errands together.” 

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage? 

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space. 

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue. 

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist. 

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back. 

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.” 

“good.” 

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual. 

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone  with a perspective like yours to know if i do.” 

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.” 

tokage let out a low growl. 

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.” 

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from? 

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.” 

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close. 

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes. 

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this. 

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?” 

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw. 

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.” 

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face. 

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.” 

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.” 

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[study-coffee-chicago]

Country College (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine; Part of AU-gust)

A/N: Thank you for reading! Remember to like/reblog and comment! I'm also donating all the proceeds that from my buy me a coffee account to Save The Children to help the children of Afghanistan. Buy me a coffee link here.

Also, here's the playlist of songs I listened to while writing this and some of these songs are actually mentioned in the imagine in case you guys wanted to listen while reading: Country College AU playlist.

I went on vacation and I swear, this entire imagine was based on stuff I did in Tennessee and country songs I listened to while there.

Anyway, enjoy!

"You got everything?" Jay asked you at six in the morning.

"For the last damn time, Jay, yes, I have everything," you answered as you jumped in the passenger seat of his truck and put your backpack at your feet and your tumbler of coffee in a cup holder.

"Jesus. I was just asking because I will not be turning this truck around," he said as he moved around the basket of snacks in the backseat so that the two of you could reach them easier. "Someone's cranky."

"Yes. When I finally got to sleep at 12:30 last night and had to wake up at 4:30, I'm gonna be cranky. Please tell me we're stopping for coffee."

"You already have coffee," Will said as he walked up to the truck. "Why do you need more?"

"Shut up. I know for a fact you drink way more coffee than I do, Mr. Med Student."

"Jesus, Jay. You sure you're gonna be able to put up with her for eight and a half hours?" Will asked.

"I dunno, man. Maybe I'll make her ride with you," he joked.

"Yeah, no way in hell that's happening," Will said.

"In all seriousness," Jay started, "stop for coffee in about an hour and a half?"

"Sounds good to me," you agreed.

"Same here. I only have to ditch you guys when we get like eight hours in," Will said.

"Gonna be weird not having you on the drive down, man," Jay mused.

"Yeah, but at least we can meet up at the rest stops and we'll  be in the same state."

"Are we gonna go?" you asked. "If you two were just gonna talk, I could've slept for an extra ten minutes."

"Holy shit," Jay muttered. He turned to Will. "Guess we should get going then."

"Yeah, see you in an hour and a half. Don't piss off the driver too much, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes. "Goodbye, Will."

Will got in his car and Jay got in the driver's side of his truck.

"Eight and a half hour drive plus traffic," Jay started as you both pulled out of the driveway, "so how do want to split it up?"

"I'm tired and I wanna sleep and I don't want to drive through Knoxville because I have no idea where to go," you answered as you pulled your headphones out of your backpack.

"Okay, Miss Sassy Pants. You can drive in the middle, through Kentucky. Might hit traffic, but we'll hit traffic in Tennessee, too, so we'll both have to drive through it. Just please, do not crash my truck."

"Relax. I know how to drive. Just make sure Will stays on your ass the entire time so we don't lose each other."

***

"And, we're officially in Kentucky!" Jay announced. "Time to change the music. At the next rest stop, we'll pull over and go to the bathroom and grab some lunch."

"Jay! You can't be on your phone while you're driving!" you yelled as he reached for his phone in the cup holder, which was also acting as the GPS...even though Jay claimed he could get there without it.

"Y/N, I'm fine. I've done this for three years now. I think I know what I'm doing."

"If you say so."

He turned on a song you didn't know.

"Got a truck, get it lifted," Jay started to sing.

"The hell is this?" you asked.

"Country music. Gets changed from pop to country the second we cross the border into Kentucky. Now, shh. This is a good song. You'll like it. It's upbeat."

Jay drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and sang quietly to Redneck Be Like by Thomas Rhett as he drove while you listened. He was right. It was a pretty good song.

"All day in the sun, always havin' fun, always gettin' stuck in that muddy river. Always got a buzz, always double cup..."

"You'll know the next one," Jay promised.

"And you know this how?" you asked.

"Because it's on Tiktok. When we get there, Adam and Hailey are gonna have to teach you some southern culture."

"So, I'm gonna need a definition of southern culture."

"You'll see when you get there. Now listen. I know you know this part."

Yeah we fancy like Applebee's...

Jay was right: you did know this song. It was Fancy Like by Walker Hayes.

"On a date night," you sang along. "Got that Bourbon street steak..." Jay joined in. "With the Oreo shake. Get some whipped cream on the top, too. Two straws, one check, girl I got you. Yeah we Bougie like Natty in the styrofoam..."

Five minutes later, you pulled off to a rest stop with a McDonald's nearby. Jay and Will filled up their vehicles while you ran inside to go to the bathroom. Once you were inside McDonald's and at a table eating, you asked Will if it was true that he and Jay always changed it to country music when they crossed the border into Kentucky. Will said yes, so you knew you were in for a long car ride. Then, you and Jay switched so that you were now the one driving and you were off again.

***

Hours later, Will took a different exit to get to Nashville and gave you and Jay a salute to tell you goodbye when he changed lanes and then took the exit.

"Not long now," Jay told you. "You excited?"

"Yeah, but a little nervous," you replied.

"Oh, don't be nervous. They're all really nice. And you've already met Hailey, so that helps."

"Yeah, she was nice. She had a cute little southern accent, too."

"One of the many reasons I fell in love with her in the first place."

Before Jay left for a weekend last summer to meet Hailey halfway and then stay in a hotel for a weekend to spend time with her, he finally told you the story of how he and Hailey met.

"Hey, we're goin' to the marketplace," Adam said on the first weekend of their junior year. "You and Will up for it?"

"Uh, Will's studying like normal. I'm up for it. Kim coming, too?" Jay asked.

"I promised her ice cream, so yeah, she's comin'. Baby, you ready?" he yelled down the hall.

"I'm coming, Adam!" Kim yelled back and then walked out of the bathroom.

"Let's go and make some bad decisions," Adam stated, causing Jay and Kim to laugh.

"We can't even buy alcohol yet, you dummy," Kim said.

"I may be a dummy, but you love me." Then, Adam gave Kim a kiss on the cheek.

"Please stop before I puke," Jay said and made a gagging face.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Let's get outta here."

***

Kim was laughing at a horrible joke Adam made while he had his arm slung around him. He had taken off his signature cowboy hat and had let Kim wear it because she forgot her sunglasses. Adam said he felt naked without it on.

They were walking towards Kilwin's when Jay spotted it: a homeless guy next to a blonde who couldn't be more than college age.

"Man, look," Jay pointed.

The three walked faster.

"No, this is for my friend back at the dorm," the girl explained.

"Lady, I'm hungry. Can I please just have your leftovers?" the guy asked.

"I'm sorry you're hungry, but this is for my friend."

The guy reached for the food.

"Hey, that girl sits behind me in my women and the law class," Kim stated.

Jay, Adam, and Kim took off on a run.

"Hey, baby," Jay said and slung an arm around the girl. He leaned in close to her. "Just go with it," he whispered in her ear. "You got Anna's food?"

"Yeah," the girl said hesitantly. But then, she realized that this guy was trying to help her out. And, he was pretty sure that the girl with him sat in front of her in her women and the law class. "Yeah, I've got her food."

Jay raised an eyebrow at the guy and then looked at Adam as if asking the man to try the two of them.

"Alright, well y'all have a good night now," he said and then turned around and walked away.

Once the man was a few shops down, Jay took his arm off of her. "Sorry about that. Just thought you might need some help," he said.

"Was greatly appreciated, thank you, uh..."

"Jay."

"Jay, well I'm Hailey. Nice to meet you."

He didn't miss her cute little southern accent and he loved it.

"You getting ice cream?" he asked.

"No, I uh was just textin' my roommate to tell her I'd be back soon."

"Well, I-- we'd feel much better if you came into Kilwin's with us. Just so that creeper doesn't come back."

Hailey smiled and agreed.

Kim and Hailey started talking about their class while Adam and Jay ordered their ice cream. Then Kim ordered.

"You want anything, Hailey?" Jay asked.

"Oh no, I'm fine, thank you, though."

Jay nodded, but then turned to the worker. "And can I also get a single scoop of chocolate in a waffle cone, please?"

"Sure thing." As she scooped it out, Hailey looked at Jay and he just shrugged.

When they got to the cashier, Hailey pulled out some money and tried to hand it to Jay.

"I've got it," he said.

"But--"

"Hailey, it's fine. I can pay for a little ice cream."

She loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.

"Okay." She took her ice cream cone.

"Hey, Hailey," Kim began when they walked out of Kilwin's. "Do you have friends you need to meet up with?"

"No, I was just gonna head back to my dorm," she replied.

"Oh, did you drive?"

"No, I walked. It's only like a twenty-minute walk from the sophomore dorms."

"Well, after all that, I'm pretty sure we'd all feel more comfortable if you rode home with us."

"I don't know..." Hailey trailed off.

"Those dorms are only like five minutes away from the house we stay at. And, it's on our way there anyway. Please, just come with us."

Hailey sighed. It would be a lot faster than walking. "Okay."

Then, they finished their walk to Adam's truck and the two girls got in the backseat and the two boys got in the front.

And that is how Jay Halstead met the sweet Georgia peach that is Hailey Anne Upton.

***

Jay, Adam, Will, Kim, and Hailey were all at a sports bar one Saturday night in October. It was loud, it was rowdy, everyone was going crazy over the football game on tv, and Hailey was totally over it. And Jay noticed.

"Hey," Jay whispered from his seat next to her. "You wanna get outta here?"

She turned and raised an eyebrow at him. "You'd wanna leave and not finish the game?"

In the past two months, Hailey had been spending a lot of time with Kim, and by default, she had been spending a lot of time with Adam, Jay, and Will. She will admit going over to their three-bedroom house they all rented together was a lot better than being stuck in her small dorm with her roommate. So, she went over there quite a bit to study with Kim. And, turns out she and Jay were both law studies majors, so they had a lot of the same classes, but they were in different sections, so they did a lot of studying together, too. And, she knew like most college boys, Jay loved his football. Not as much as Adam, but he watched it whenever one of his teams were playing. Which, was Chicago or Tennessee.

"Yeah," Jay started, "it's kinda loud in here anyway. And, it's just Tennessee playing. I'd be more likely to stay if the Bears were playing."

"Okay, let's get outta here. I know a great little diner we can go to for milkshakes. Pretty sure they're open until 11 and it's only 10, so we should be able to make it."

"Adam," Jay said over the game. Adam turned to face Jay. "Me and Hailey are gonna get out of here. I'll see you back at home."

"See you," Adam said and then turned back to his game.

"Guess we know where his loyalties lie," Hailey laughed.

The two of them stood up from their chairs at the table.

"You better get my friend home safe, Halstead!" Kim yelled.

"Yes ma'am," he said, borrowing a line from Adam. "You've got nothing to worry about."

Then, the two of them made their way out of the local sports bar and to Jay's truck.

***

"You've gotta be kiddin' me," Hailey said as the two of them walked up to the diner. "They're closed. Closed at 10 and not at 11. I'm really sorry, Jay."

"That's okay. Got anywhere else you wanna go? Or I can just take you back to your dorm if you want?" Jay suggested.

She sighed. "Just take me back I guess."

The two of them walked back to Jay's truck and got in. Hailey gasped at the song that was on the radio.

"What?" Jay asked, quickly turning to look at Hailey.

"This is my favorite song!"

Lights go down, wheels go around. I'm taking you home. Hoping for a slow song to come on the radio now.

Slow Dance in a Parking Lot by Jordan Davis continued to play through the speakers of Jay's truck.

"What's it about?" Jay asked.

"Slow dancing in a parking lot."

Jay listened to a few more lines and then decided to turn up the radio and jump out of the car.

"Jay, what are you--"

But he was already at her side of the car and pulled her door open.

"Dance with me?" he asked, sticking his hand out for her to take.

"What?" she laughed as a huge smile grew on her face.

"You said the song's about slow dancing in a parking lot and we're in an empty parking lot, so, why not recreate the song?"

Hailey laughed once more and shook her head and then grabbed Jay's hand. He helped her out of his truck and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist and they swayed to the music.

"Slow dance with you. Spinning you round by the Walmart sign and moving our feet over the painted white lines. Getting close to you. Making the most of whatever we got, even if it's just slow dance in a parking lot," Hailey sang quietly.

"Spin," Jay said as he held his hand up.

"What?"

"Spinning you round just like the song says."

Hailey laughed and reached for his hand and did a spin.

"Beautiful," Jay complimented.

"Yeah, right. That's was probably the messiest spin known to man."

"Well, um, it was beautiful. You're beautiful, Hailey."

She was glad it was dark so that Jay couldn't see the heat that rose to her cheeks.

"You're somethin' else, but thank you." She rested her head on his chest as they swayed to the rhythm of the rest of the song.

The song ended and the broadcaster started talking.

"Can I kiss you?" Jay asked.

"What?" she pulled away from his chest.

"I asked if I could kiss you. Was that too much? You know what, just forget--"

"Yes, Jay, kiss me," Hailey smiled and then she and Jay both leaned in.

It was just a peck, but it was their first kiss and despite it being in a dark parking lot late at night, it was still magical.

"You know," Jay began once the quick kiss was over, "there's a Walmart across the street. What do you say we go grab pints of ice cream from there and then you can show me your favorite country songs?"

"I'd like that. Adam didn't show you enough?" she asked.

"I've only got like thirty I like. I need to expand my horizons."

"Okay, let's go."

They held hands in Walmart and then picked out their respective pints of ice cream. Then, they went back to the parking lot of the closed diner and Jay plugged in the aux, allowing Hailey to show him her favorite country songs while they ate their ice cream from the pint and even shared with each other.

Hailey knew nobody would have a first kiss story like that.

Then, at the beginning of the winter semester, Hailey's roommate decided not to live in the dorms anymore. Hailey couldn't afford to pay for a dorm all by herself, so Kim offered to let her stay with her, Jay, Adam, and Will. So, that's how she ended up living with her boyfriend and sharing a room with her best friend, Kim Burgess.

"We're here," Jay announced. "Well, actually, we're a few streets away, but that's one of the lecture halls on your right."

You looked out the window to see a big red and brown brick building with white pillars on the steps. There was also a white sign telling you what building this was.

"Wow," you said in awe. "It's like those old-fashioned colleges. I love it."

"Well, we'll give you a tour and help you find your classes sometime this weekend before classes start on Tuesday. That way, you aren't getting lost on the first day. But, we'll head to the house for now and get all unpacked."

"Sounds good to me."

Five minutes and a few back roads later, you pulled up to a simple two-story brick house.

"Alright, let's get our stuff out and get inside," Jay said.

You stepped out of the truck and started grabbing some stuff out of the back seat.

"I'll jump in the truck and hand you the suitcases. Think you can grab them when I hand them to you?"

You nodded.

"Halstead!" you heard someone shout and you and Jay both whipped your heads around to see Hailey and Adam walking out of the garage and toward the two of you. Adam, well who you assumed was Adam, was carrying two cowboy hats and he and Hailey each had one on themselves.

"Catch!" Adam said and threw one to Jay where he was standing in the box of the truck. Jay easily caught it and placed it on his head.

Adam walked over to you.  "And one for you, darlin'," he said as he placed the hat on your head.

"Thank you," you said. "But I thought Kim was darlin'," you said. It'd make sense because if this guy was in fact Adam, then he and Kim were dating.

"You didn't tell her?" Hailey asked Jay.

"Didn't think there'd be a need to." Jay shrugged.

"Tell me what?" you asked.

"Well, Adam calls every girl darlin'," Jay explained. "It's just normal for him. And, down here, you're gonna get a lot of huns, sweeties, and sweethearts. A lot of waiters and waitresses do that here."

"And what do they call you two?" you asked, motioning to Jay and Adam.

"Sir," they said in unison.

"Oh, and you'll occasionally get a ma'am," Hailey added. "But, that one's rare because we don't look old enough to be called ma'am."

"Okay. And, uh, not to be rude, but what's with the cowboy hats?" you asked.

"It's a tradition we just started last year," Adam explained. "We unpack, wear cowboy hats, and drink moonshine. Oh, I'm Adam by the way, darlin'."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

Jay handed you a suitcase and you set it on the ground. Then, you did the same thing with two more suitcases.

You grabbed your backpack from the front seat, your duffle bag from the back, and your two suitcases.

"Here, I can take those two for you," Adam said.

"Oh, okay," you said and then allowed him to take the two suitcases from you. So this is what Jay meant by southern hospitality since Adam was from Tennessee and all.

"Jay, lemme take your suitcase," Hailey said.

"Baby, I've got it," Jay argued as he jumped out of the box of his truck and closed the tailgate.

"The hell you do," she argued. "I see all your other stuff in the backseat and that basket of snacks you gotta carry in, too. Just lemme take your one suitcase."

"Let 'er take the suitcase, Halstead. Best to listen to your lady," Adam said.

"I like Adam already," you laughed.

He let go of one of the suitcases and tipped his hat. "Thank you, darlin'."

This caused all four of you to laugh and then you all went inside carrying both yours and Jay's stuff in one trip between the four of you.

***

"Shine in the fridge?" Jay asked after you and he had brought all your stuff to your room.

"Shine, Jay? How southern do you get when you're here?" you asked.

"Oh, he gets pretty southern, hun," Hailey said.

"See?" Jay asked as he pointed to Hailey. "Told you you'd get called hun."

"So, Adam's thing is darlin' and Hailey's is hun?" Hailey nodded. "And it's because you're from Georgia and he's from Tennessee?"

"That's right, darlin'," Adam confirmed and then turned back to Jay. "Yeah, shine's in the fridge. And Kim just texted and said she's on the way back with pizza."

"You got apple pie flavored shine?" Jay asked.

"Hang on. I'm just gonna grab 'em."

The three of you sat down on the bar stools at the counter and waited for Adam to pull them out.

"Alright," Adam started after he put the bottles of moonshine with sip lids on the counter. "We have peach for Miss Georgia Peach." He passed the peach bottle of moonshine to Hailey. "We've got apple pie shine for me and Jay. We've got strawberries and creme for Kim because that's her favorite." He turned to you. "And for you, I got you blackberry because it's not that high of a proof, so it's not that strong." He slid the jar to you.

"Nuh uh," Jay said quickly and grabbed the bottle.

"What the hell, Jay? Give it back! Adam said it's for me, not you!" you argued.

"Last I checked, you're only eighteen."

"Last I checked, Dad's not here. And I know for a fact you drank before you were 21, so pass me the blackberry shine, please."

"I'll take the first sip and then you can have it." He made sure the straw part was open and then he took a sip. "Adam, that shit's like a chaser compared to the apple pie one."

"I know. That's why I got 'er that one," Adam said.

You heard a door shut.

"Pizza's here!" Kim announced.

She walked into the kitchen with three boxes of pizza.

"I got us three pies," she said as she set them down on the counter. "We got one pepperoni and green olive, one supreme, and one meat lovers." She turned to you. "And you must be Y/N. I'm Kim. I see Adam already got you started on that Tennessee moonshine."

"Nice to meet you," you said. "You're from New York, right?"

"Yup, not New York City, though. More upstate."

"Of course she's from New York, Y/N!" Jay exclaimed. "Who else would call pizza a pie except for a true New Yorker?"

"I'll take that as a compliment. Thanks, Jay."

Jay raised his bottle of apple pie moonshine in a fake cheers and then took a sip.

"Now that's the strong shit I need to start off this semester right," he announced and then set the bottle down.

"Oh, and if your brother didn't tell you yet, he turns into a borderline alcoholic when he's at school," Kim told you.

You laughed. "He didn't tell me that, no."

"Better than being a caffeine addict like Kim and Hailey here," Jay argued.

"Shut up," Hailey said. "You know you're a caffeine addict during finals week just the rest of us."

"I was a caffeine addict in high school, so we'll see what happens," you shrugged.

Kim grabbed a stack of paper plates and set them on one of the pizza boxes. "Dig in. Oh, Y/N, did Adam get you the blackberry flavored moonshine?"

"He did. Haven't tried it yet because Jay has yet to give it back to me."

Kim quickly reached down and grabbed the jar of moonshine.

"Hey, Kim! She's only 18!" Jay protested.

"So? I know you drank an insane amount during your freshman year. So shut it." Kim popped open the sipping lid. "Taste."

You took a sip. It did taste like blackberry, but it was also sort of strong, but it didn't burn your throat that bad like you had read in books that alcohol did.

"This is actually pretty good."

"I know, right? And, me and Hailey will let you try ours when we help you unpack," Kim said. "But, do not try the kind the boys have because it's nasty."

"Baby, I don't know what you have against apple pie moonshine, but it's good," Adam said and then took a sip of his moonshine. Kim rolled her eyes. Adam leaned across the counter. "The New York in her is coming out, darlin'."

"Oh, shut up," Kim said and reached over to steal Adam's cowboy hat off his head.

"Baby, now I feel naked without it," Adam argued and tried to reach for the hat.

"Sucks for you. Now eat your pizza before it gets cold."

***

"Morning," Jay said when you walked into the kitchen the next morning. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good. it's nice not having to share a room with anyone like you and Adam, and then Hailey and Kim have to. It was fun having them help me unpack last night, though," you said.

Last night, Kim and Hailey had helped you unpack and when you mentioned that you didn't really know any country music, Hailey pulled up all of her favorite country songs to play for you. You especially liked Girl in a Country Song by Maddie and Tae. They showed you the music video for that song and it was about how, in most country music videos, girls had to dress up in little skimpy outfits and have the boys just stare at them all day. So, in their music video, they changed the roles, and the guys had to dress in skimpy clothing in the music video. It was pretty funny and the song was catchy.

"Let me guess," Jay began, "Hailey showed you some good country music?"

"Yup. The songs she showed me were pretty good, pretty upbeat. Didn't sound like a cat being put in a blender like old-fashioned country, so I guess that's good."

"What do you have against old-fashioned country, darlin'?" Adam asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"I dunno." You shrugged. "Too slow for me and I just don't like the voices I guess."

"You know what we ought to do, Jay?" Adam asked and Jay raised his eyebrows, silently telling adam to continue. "We should show her all the songs that are mentioned in What's Your Country Song."

"Wait, wait. I think I know that one. I think Hailey played it for me last night. Is it the one that mentions Chatta- Chatta..."

"Chattahoochee?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, that funny word. What even is that anyway?"

"It's a river that runs through Georgia," Jay answered. "Pretty sure Hailey used to go tubing down it like we're gonna do today."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "We're going tubing? Like behind a boat?"

Adam laughed. "Christ, Jay! Do you tell her anything?"

"He doesn't," you answered. "So, explain, one of you."

"Alright, I'll do it," Jay said as he poured milk on top of a bowl of Raisin Bran. You looked at him intently. "What we do is, the first Saturday that we're all together before school starts, we go on tubes and float down the Tennessee River. We bring a cooler full of snacks, sandwiches, booze, and water, and a waterproof speaker and we just have a fun time. Oh, and this year, you're the DD."

"Me?" you asked as you pointed to yourself. Jay nodded. "But I don't know where to go! I haven't even been in Tennessee for a full 24 hours yet!"

"Kim's like the mom of the group," Adam supplied. "So she'll still be pretty lucid and could probably drive if she needs to. But, she'll at least be able to give you directions on how to get back here."

You sighed. "Good. That makes me feel a lot better."

"Where are the other two girls anyway?" Adam asked. "They're usually up a lot earlier than we are when we go on the river."

"I think they were a little buzzed last night," you said. "Might still be sleeping."

While you were unpacking, you took a few sips of your jar of blackberry moonshine, but not a lot. You'd never really drank before, much less drank moonshine and you didn't really feel like puking from being drunk or having a killer headache from a hangover...at least, that's what you thought happened from what you had read in books and seen in movies and tv shows. But, Kim and Hailey had each finished like a quarter of their jar, so they had been buzzed last night. They weren't drunk because they could still walk in a straight line and knew what they were talking about, but they did have little dopey smiles on their faces while they helped you unpack.

"She's right," Kim said as she and Hailey walked into the kitchen. Hailey's hair was wrapped in a towel, alerting you that she had just taken a shower. "Adam, can you grab me an Advil?" She took a seat on a stool and put her head in her hands. "My head is fucking killing me. I didn't even think I drank that much."

Adam laughed. "You do this every semester, baby. First shine of the year and you always drink a little too much." He handed her the pills and a cup of water and Kim quickly washed the pills down.

"I just need some coffee," Hailey announced.

"We know, you don't get hangover headaches," Kim groaned.

"Yeah, but I feel exhausted all day. Everyone goin' for coffee? I'll make a bigger pot if that's the case."

Everyone said yes and Hailey started on the coffee.

***

"Okay, we got the tubes, the speaker, swimsuits are on, we have the towels, cooler," Jay rattled off as the five of you sat in his truck. "Anyone double-check the cooler?"

"I did," Hailey said. "We got water, the same shine from last night, some white claws, the sandwiches me and Kim made for everyone, chips, and a few other snacks."

"And I threw in a little first aid kit with bandaids, alcohol swabs, Neosporin, and other stuff. And I've got the sunscreen, too," Kim said.

"See, what'd I tell you, darlin'?" Adam asked as he turned around from his spot in the passenger seat. "Kim's the mom of the group."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Kim said. "It means I'm responsible and prepared."

"Those two would get so damn sunburned and dehydrated if it weren't for Kim," Hailey said as she pointed to Jay and Adam in the two front seats.

"Thanks, Hails," Jay replied sarcastically. "Real nice."

"You're welcome," she said with a smile.

You leaned your head against the window. You were supposed to get stuck in the middle, but seeing as you got car sick easily, Kim said she'd switch spots with you.

"You okay?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, just, Jay really needs to turn on the AC before I throw up from motion sickness and how damn hot it is in here."

"Least you got that cowboy hat to puke in if you need to," Jay laughed as he reached for the AC. "You better not puke in my tuck or you will be walking home."

Adam smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" Jay exclaimed and took one hand off the wheel and rubbed the back of his head. "The hell was that for?"

"Dude, be nice! Look at her!" Adam exclaimed.

Jay looked in the rearview mirror and saw you leaning your head against the window with your eyes closed and pinching your nose. You groaned.

"Here," Jay said and tossed you a blue bottle of Gatorade from his cup holder. "Drink this. Get you some hydration and electrolytes."

You took a few sips and then handed the bottle back to him. "Thanks."

"Mhm."

Kim moved the vents so that the AC was blowing on you more. "That help?"

"Little bit, thanks."

"Think you'll be good to go down the river?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, because then I won't be trapped in a hot box going sixty down the road!"

"She's right about that," Adam agreed. "You'll be lucky if you go five miles per hour, darlin'."

"Alright, so the motion sickness should stop. Thank God."

"Just rest your head against the window and listen to some country music," Jay said. "Speaking of that, who's controlling the music on the river?"

"I got it," Adam volunteered. "Everyone give me a song and I'll get the queue started."

***

You had been going down the river for about half an hour now and had finished a bottle of water and eaten a banana, too. You felt fine now. Adam was right, you were going slow enough that you didn't get sick, and you also weren't in the backseat of a truck.

"Hey, Kim," you started, "can you pass me my moonshine?"

"Mhm," she said. You guys had tied a cooler to a tube, which was then tied to Kim's tube. Because, the boys figured that between the five of you, she was the most responsible. They toyed with tying it to your tube because you probably wouldn't get shitfaced (like the boys most likely would) since you were underage, but you had never gone tubing down the Tennessee River before, so they decided on Kim. "Here, Hailey, hold my white claw."

She passed Hailey her drink and then maneuvered the cooler towards her, opened it, and handed you your moonshine.

"Thank you," you said and popped open the sip lid and took a sip. "Ahhh."

"Hey, drink it slow," Adam warned, turning towards you and practically yelling over the music. He and Jay were in front of the three of you girls so they could tell you if there were a ton of rocks coming or if it was super shallow coming up. "Heat makes getting drunk a lot easier because you keep drinking it because you're so thirsty."

"I don't think that's how it works, man, but whatever you say," Jay laughed.

Another song started.

"Hey!" you yelled. "I know this song!"

"Yeah, because it's old as hell," Jay laughed.

"Shut up! I like it!"

Baby you a song you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise. Down a back road, blowin' stop signs through the middle every little farm town with you.

"And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit, would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it. Baby you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise," the five of you sang Cruise by Florida Georgia Line while holding your drinks in pure happiness.

Because of this, you didn't notice Jay drifting off to the side toward the trees.

Jay let out a sinister laugh as he got closer. "C'mere, buddy, c'mere." The black snake stuck his tongue out and hissed. "Yeah, I know, you wanna scare Y/N, too." Jay held his hand out toward the snake. "I'm nice, I promise." The snake slithered and went up on Jay's hand and started up his arm. He turned once most of the snake was on him. He started using his other hand to paddle himself back toward the group. "Y/N!"

You turned and looked at him. You saw the snake on his arm and tears pricked your eyes. "No! No!" you shouted.

Snakes were your biggest fear and knowing that they were in the river that you were in right now was absolutely terrifying to you. And, with each paddle, Jay and the snake were coming closer and closer to you.

"Jay, please, please!"

Adam turned and looked at Jay and then back to you. "She scared of snakes?" You quickly nodded as tears ran down your face. "Jay! Stop! She's terrified!"

Jay laughed. "No!"

He was coming closer and closer to you.

Adam quickly paddled over to you and went in front of you. "I won't let it go near you, darlin', don't you worry."

"Uh huh," you said and grabbed onto Adam's arm in complete and utter terror.

Unknown to Jay, Hailey was making her way to him. But, she was behind him, so Jay couldn't see his girlfriend coming up behind him with her empty bottle of white claw raised high in the air.

He felt it before he heard her.

"Don't." Smack on the head with the empty can. "You." Another smack on the head with the empty can. "Do." Another smack on the head with the empty can. "That." Last smack on the head with the empty can.

"Ow!" Jay yelled. "Hails, stop!"

"Put the fuckin' snake back and stop scarin' the daylights outta your little sister or I will keep smackin' you, Jay!" Hailey told him.

"Fine, I'll put it back," he groaned.

"Hailey, keep that can raised above his head. If he tries to come back here, hit 'im again!" Adam yelled.

"You got it!" Hailey said. "Hear that baby? Your head is gonna come in contact with this 'ere empty white claw can again if you don't get a move on."

"I'm going, I'm going," Jay grumbled.

"Good, then you won't get smacked again."

"Just for all that," Adam started, "you wanna pick the next song, darlin'?"

"Can you play Better Dig Two by The Band Perry?" you asked. "That counts as country right?"

"Sure does, darlin'." He started messing with his phone. "Comin' right up."

"I told you on the day we wed, I was gonna love you 'til I's dead," you started to sing. "Made you wait 'til our weddin' night, that's the first and the last time I wear white."

"Snake's gone! Made sure he put it down and I even watched it slither away!" Hailey announced. "Put me in the ground, put me six foot down," Hailey joined in after she had finished yelling over part of the first verse.

"And, as for you, Jay," Adam started over the music and all of you singing. "You don't get to pick a song for the next hour."

"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered.

"Hey, you brought this one on yourself, buddy. So just sit back, relax, listen to our music choices, and enjoy your shine."

***

One week later

"And we're here!" Adam announced as the five of you pulled onto a long dirt driveway. "You ready to ride some horses, Y/N?"

"I dunno," you said. "I've never ridden a horse before."

"Oh, Adam'll make sure you're super safe," Kim reassured you.

"Okay, so whatever horse I ride won't buck me off?"

"Oh no," Adam said quickly, "we'll put Jay on Buck."

"Like hell you will!" Jay argued from the backseat.

Despite the studying the five of you had to do, you were at Adam's childhood home. Adam's parents had rented a cabin in North Carolina for the weekend since it was Labor Day weekend and needed someone to watch the five horses they owned.

His parents used to own a riding place with multiple horses, but since their kids got older, they stopped doing it because they were getting older and couldn't give the tours anymore. So, they sold most of their horses, left five so that their kids could ride them with their friends, but still kept the house and the land. Whenever Adam's parents went out of town, either he or his sister would come and stay over at their childhood home and take care of the horses. Seeing as his sister was married and just gave birth to a daughter, this left Adam. And, luckily for him, his parents were fine with some friends coming over to help Adam out.

"Relax, man," Adam began, "I'll ride Buck."

"Wait, is he called Buck because he bucks people off?" you asked.

"You would be completely right, darlin'. Which, would be the reason I'm riding him and neither of you four will be doing that."

Adam put the truck in park and you got out of the passenger seat. Yes, you had ridden in the front because Adam said you could because of your motion sickness. Jay wasn't too happy, but it was Adam's car, so therefore it was Adam's rules.

You got inside the house and it had two extra bedrooms, one of which was Adam's childhood room and had an extra twin bed in it for when his friends wanted to sleepover (Because, in Adam's words, it was only girls who shared beds at sleepovers and he said guys didn't do that, so that's why there was the extra bed). In his older sister's childhood room, there was a full-sized bed, so Hailey and Kim would share the bed and the boys said they'd move a couch into that same room for you to sleep on.

Adam opened the fridge once all of you had put your stuff in the rooms that would be yours for the weekend. "Ooooh, y'all, my mama left us some food!"

"Oh, he southern southern now," Kim laughed and walked over to the fridge. "What'd she make?"

"Let's see. We got fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cornbread, gravy, biscuits, grits, tater salad, peaches that she canned herself, and apple pie. She must really miss me if she cooked this much!" Adam laughed after he rattled off the food his mom made for all of you.

"Mama's cookin', paper plate, and tater tater salad," you said, quoting a song Jay had played on the way down here that you had taken a liking to and had added it to a playlist and been listening to it a lot the past week.

"Did you just..." Adam trailed off.

"She did!" Jay exclaimed.

"Is it that hard to believe that I know more than two country songs, y'all?" you asked.

All four of them gasped.

"She's southern! She's southern, y'all!" Hailey yelled.

"What?" you asked as you looked around at your brother, his girlfriend, and his two friends in confusion.

"That was yer first y'all, hun!" Hailey told you and pulled you into a hug. "Yer a regular southern belle now."

"Next thing you know, girl's gonna be fallin' for cowboys," Adam said.

"Aw, hell nah," Jay said. "Ain't no way she's datin' a cowboy. No way."

"Shit, Jay just went southern southern, too," Adam laughed.

"What can I say, when my girl goes hella Georgia, I go hella Tennessee," Jay said.

"That made zero sense, baby, but okay," Hailey said. She turned to Adam. "When we ridin'?"

"We can go right now if you want. Everyone good with that?"

You all nodded and then Adam told all of you to put on your cowboy hats.

***

"This 'ere's Maddy," Adam said before he helped you onto the horse. You put your feet in the stirrups. "They feel good? You can reach 'em well?" he asked.

"Yeah," you told him. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, darlin'." He turned to Jay, Hailey, and Kim. "You three remember how to get on the horses since we rode so much last year?"

"We're good," Jay said.

"Hey, baby?" Hailey asked and turned to Jay. He turned to look at her. "You think you can help me on 'im? Pretty sure Diablo's gotten a lot bigger since I rode 'im last."

"Yeah, sweetheart, I got that."

"Did he just..." you trailed off and looked at Kim.

"He did," she confirmed. "She turns into sweetheart around this time every year. Jay gets really southern after only being here a week. Might also have something to do with Adam calling me sweetheart sometimes and he just picks up on it."

Jay helped Hailey onto the huge horse named Diablo and then got on his horse. You were riding Maddy, Adam was riding Buck, Jay was riding Sinbad, Hailey was riding Diablo, and Kim was riding Atta'Boy.

"All y'all need to watch me now," Adam announced from the front. All four of you gave Adam all your attention. "Well, mostly Y/N because she's never ridden before." He paused. "To make your horse stop, just give the reins a little tug. To turn, hold the reins on your right side, and pull towards your right hip, like this." He demonstrated and pulled the reins like he told you and Buck's head turned to the right. "And turn left, do the same thing on the left side. To make them go, just flick the reins a little bit, but they're pretty well-trained, so you shouldn't need to do that. But, if they still won't go, give 'em a little kick. I promise you won't hurt 'em. But, most of all, keep at least one hand on the reins at all times. Oh, and they will try to eat on the trails, but they ain't supposed to, so try and get them to stop by pulling up on the reins if you can.

"Any questions? Everyone sure their stirrups and saddles are good?" Adam finished.

Everyone answered with a chorus of "yeses" and then the five of you were off...that was until Maddy decided she was hungry about a quarter-mile (400 meters) in.

And, to make matters worse, you were in the mountains (because everyone is in the mountains here) and Maddy was bringing you closer and closer to a small ravine.

You did not want to have the experience of trying to control your horse and deciding whether or not to jump off or not and possibly being rushed to the hospital.

"Maddy!" you yelled and tugged up on the reins. Nothing. "Maddy!"

"Pull hard!" Jay yelled from behind you.

"I am pulling, Jay!" you yelled back. "Come on, Maddy!"

Shit, she was still moving towards the edge and trying to eat more.

"Pull to the left!" Jay yelled. You pulled. Nothing. "All the way around! To your left hip!"

You did so and she moved. Finally.

"Now straighten out the reins," Jay told you. You did. "And give her a kick to move."

You did and she continued walking...this time with a huge branch and leaves hanging out of her mouth because she had gotten herself a nice little snack.

"What's with all the yellin'?" Adam asked as he turned his head around and had Buck slow down a little bit. Then, he saw Maddy. "Maddy stop to eat? She acts likes she's starvin', but I promise you she's not."

You kept going and then you started going down a hill.

"Lean forward when going down a hill," Adam yelled back to all of you, "and lean back when going up a hill."

You started going down the hill and kept trying to maneuver yourself so you were in the middle of the saddle. You felt like you were leaning too much to the right, so you kept trying to fix it, but with Maddy still walking, it was kind of hard.

You clenched your stomach muscles to try and pull yourself back to center, but it wasn't working. You tried to push up with your left foot because you were leaning to the right, but that wouldn't work either.

"Just hold on tight, Y/N," Jay told you. "Adam!" Jay yelled as you kept leaning to the right and pulled the reins a little harder to make sure that Maddy would stop.

"What?" Adam yelled back.

"We need a little help back here!"

Adam turned Buck around and he got halfway to you and stopped next to Hailey and Diablo.

"She's fallin' off, you big dummy! You gotta go!" Adam yelled. He flicked his reins. "C'mon, go!"

It was like Buck knew what was going on because the minute he lifted his head up and saw you trying to stay in the saddle, he started coming towards you.

"Buck, stay," Adam said sternly and jumped off him. He walked to your right side. "Now, I'm gonna push your saddle to the left and I need you to lean the same way, okay?"

"Lean to the left?" you asked.

"Yup," he confirmed. "One...two...three."

He pushed up and you leaned to the left, which allowed the saddle and you to be re-centered.

"Can you reach the stirrups okay, darlin'?" he asked. "Or do you need 'em a bit higher?"

"I think I need them a bit higher," you answered. "I thought they were fine, but I guess not."

"That's okay. That's what I'm here for. Take your right foot out."

You did as he said and then he adjusted the stirrups and helped you get your foot back in. Then, he did the same for the left foot.

While Adam was adjusting your left stirrup, Maddy was curious about what was in his first aid bag that was attached to Buck's saddle.

"I ain't got no treats in there, you fatty." He put his hand on Maddy's head. "There's nothin' in there for you. Get out." She started chewing on a drawstring that was on the bag. "Okay, I guess you can chew on that."

"So, to get her to turn, do I just pull like this?" you asked and showed Adam.

"Yes, but put your hand further down the reins when you do that. Works better like that."

"Okay, thanks."

"And, if she keeps tryin' to eat, pull up hard--but not too hard and far that you make her walk backward--and if that doesn't work, give her a quick kick. I promise you won't hurt this little fatty right here."

"Okay, awesome."

"You good?"

"I'm good," you confirmed.

"Okay, so if you ever need to adjust yourself, just grab this 'ere saddle horn." He put his hand on the stub on the front of the saddle. "And put two hands on it...unlike me, and then just push down with your foot on which side you want the saddle to go. Pretty simple."

"Okay, got it," you said.

Then, Adam jumped back on Buck and you were off again.

***

You and Kim were sitting up on the bed in Adam's older sister's childhood room that you were staying in and watching a dumb comedy when Adam poked his head into the room.

"Both you up?" he asked.

"Yeah," Kim answered. "Why?"

"Well, I want to go to the rope swing, and Jay and Hailey both fell asleep spooning while watching some shitty movie in the living room, so do you two wanna go? I'm bringing alcohol."

"Adam, it's like 11 o'clock at night!" Kim laughed. "We won't even be able to see the water!"

"Honey," Adam laughed. "I'll leave the headlights of my truck on! I'm not that stupid to have us jump in blind!" He paused. "You two in?"

"Sure," Kim agreed and then turned to you. "Y/N?"

"Why the hell not? I'm in college, let's go!"

"Alright, I'll let you two get changed and I'll grab the towels and the booze," Adam said.

"Adam, if you're the one driving, you cannot drink a ton!" Kim told him.

"I know! I'll just take like two shots and use moonshine as a chaser."

"You got more moonshine?" you asked.

"Holy hell, Adam," Kim agreed.

"Where do you two think I was the past hour? I went into town and grabbed a few flavors. and, I got both your flavors, too. So, y'all can't yell at me. Now, get changed so we can go before Jay and Hailey wake up and decide they want in on this, too."

***

"You good to sit in the back, Miss Car Sick?" Adam asked you.

"Yeah, you said it's only like a five minute drive, so I'll be fine. Thanks for asking, though," you answered.

"No problem, darlin'."

Then, the three of you were off to this rope swing to jump into a river in the middle of the night.

Five minutes later, Adam threw his car in park and left the radio and headlights on. The three of you got out and Adam grabbed the booze and shot glasses and then you followed him around to the back of his truck. He handed the stuff off to you and Kim to hold while he flipped his tailgate down. Then, he used the flashlight app of his phone to see as he poured each of you a shot of gummy bear flavored vodka.

"Cheers to late night decisions and possibly bad decisions!" Adam toasted.

The three of you clinked your shot glasses together and then took the shots.

"Shit. That was strong," you coughed.

"Chaser, chaser," Adam said as he flipped open the sip cap on the blackberry moonshine.

He handed it to you and you took a few sips.

"Compared to that shot, this moonshine tastes like nothin'," you said.

"See? Told you it had a low proof!" Adam exclaimed. "Now, do you two want me to go first so I can show you how it's done?"

"That might be a good idea, yeah," Kim agreed. "You've only brought me here during the day and it's been over a year, so yeah, you go first, cowboy."

"Oh, that reminds me." He took his signature cowboy hat off. "Hold this for me, will you, sweetheart?" He held the hat out to Kim and she took it from him. "Thank you. Now, watch and learn, ladies, watch and learn."

Kim laughed. "Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say."

Adam walked up to the edge of the river and waded in the water to grab the rope. You and Kim stood on the edge of the river and watched as Adam dragged the rope with him as he stood on a rock, which was right below the tree that the rope was tied to. Then, he cinched the rope between his feet and jumped up and swung forward.

"Yeehaw!" Adam yelled.

Then, after a few seconds, he let go of the rope and fell into the river.

The rope dangled back and forth until Adam grabbed it and dragged it in with him.

"Who's next?" he asked as he held the rope out.

"You wanna go, Kim?" you asked.

"You sure you don't wanna go before me?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Go ahead," you said.

"You nervous, darlin'?" Adam asked you as he took his hat back from Kim and placed it on his head.

"A bit." You looked down at your feet. "Are there snakes in there?" you practically mumbled.

"Oh, darlin'," Adam said with a wave of his hand. "I can promise you that there's no snakes in there. You've never seen a snake in there have you, baby?" he asked Kim.

"Nope, no snakes. I promise. Now, I'll go, and then you gotta go because it's so much fun!"

Kim grabbed the rope and then made her way up onto the rock. She did the same thing that Adam did and soon it was your turn.

"I'm stealing your aux, babe," Kim said as she walked toward Adam's truck.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "I don't know why you can't just listen to the radio like we've been doing, but go ahead, baby."

Kim walked over to the truck and changed the input to aux and then quickly pulled up Spotify. From there, she pulled up the song Like A Lady by Lady A, formerly known as Lady Antebellum. She turned the volume all the way up on her phone, plugged it into the aux, and hit play.

"Lady!" came out of the speakers as well as the opening chords.

You gasped as Kim came running back to you and Adam.

"How'd you know this one of my favorite songs?" you asked.

Ever since Hailey had played it for you on your first night in Tennessee when you were unpacking and sippin' on moonshine, you loved this song. It was all about feeling like a lady while wearing jeans and drinking and being comfortable with yourself and not needing a man.

"Y/N, I follow you on Spotify. I can see what you listen to. Now, go get to it, lady!" Kim cheered.

You smiled and turned around. You walked to the rock and climbed up on it just before the chorus. You grabbed onto the rope.

"'Cause I feel like a lady," you sang loudly to the music. "Sippin' on tequila with my Levis on."

You clamped your feet around the rope and jumped.

You felt weightless for just about one second and then you let go of the rope and fell into the water with a splash.

The water wasn't freezing, it was a little cold, but it was still decently comfortable. You started swimming back to the shore and grabbed the rope when it swung back toward you.

"Hell yeah!" Adam yelled as he ran up to you and took the rope so you could pull yourself up onto the river bank. "You did awesome! Did you like it?"

"I loved it! Let's do it again!" you yelled.

"See?" Kim said. "I told you that you'd love it!"

"I propose a celebratory shot for Y/N's first time jumping off the rope swing!" Adam said and the three of you headed back to his truck to have more booze.

And that is how you learned that you didn't get hangover headaches like Kim, but got hella tired the next day just like Hailey. But, a little hangover (despite not being old enough to legally drink) was all worth it because of how much fun you, Kim, and Adam had.

***

Months later

"Welcome to Chocolate Moose, everybody!" Adam announced and fumbled with the lockbox to get the key.

Since it was exam season, there was a tradition that started during the winter semester of their sophomore year that was where they'd all go up to a cabin (each cabin had a name and yours was Chocolate Moose) in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, which was an hour away from school, to go study without the temptation of parties and the libraries that were packed as hell and barely had any seats open because everyone and their mama had decided to study there.

He unlocked the door and opened it.

You walked in and were in awe. When you walked in, you saw a small kitchen complete with a stove, oven, microwave, and pots, pans, plates, bowls, cups, mugs, and silverware stored in cabinets and drawers. There was also a small pantry to your right the minute you walked inside.

Off of the small kitchen were the living room and the dining area. There was a circular wooden table with six chairs and there was a tv and a couch that folded out into a bed. Right next to that was a bedroom with a bathroom, which also had its own tv in it.

And, if you walked to the end of the living room, there was a door that led to the first-floor deck that overlooked the Smoky Mountains. On the deck was a wooden table that matched the wood of the deck and six stools, so it would be a nice place to study or eat breakfast or sip coffee in the morning.

The stairs to go to the second floor were above the table (so the table was tucked beneath the second set of stairs). When you got up there, there was a pool table, a bubble hockey table, another couch that folded out into a bed, and a coffee table in front of said couch.

To the right of the couch and coffee table was a California king-sized bed with a trunk in front of it which held the bedding for the pull-out couches. Then, there was a dresser with a mirror to the side of the bed and a closet. There was also a full bathroom with a washer and dryer and a dressing table (so tons of counter space and two mirrors) upstairs as well.

And, there was another deck on the second floor. This one didn't have a full-sized table, but it did have two chairs with a small table between, and a small couch complete with a bunch of throw pillows on one end of the deck. This deck too overlooked the beauty that was the Smoky Mountains.

"Who's that?" you asked fifteen minutes later after you had finished touring the cabin and figuring out sleeping arrangements.

It had been decided that Adam and Kim would take the first-floor bedroom and that you'd take the pull-out couch on their floor. Hailey and Jay would sleep upstairs and you wondered why you couldn't take the upstairs couch like you wanted to because Jay was quick to tell you no.

You knew they weren't gonna try to do the nasty up there since there was no door shutting the upstairs off from the downstairs, so you had no idea why he wouldn't let you sleep on the pull-out couch upstairs.

"Who's that?" you asked again while looking out the kitchen window.

Then, you saw a head of red hair in the driver's seat and rushed out the door to where the person parked their car.

"Will!" you shouted as he got out of the car. "I missed you!" You wrinkled your nose at what he was wearing: a pair of blue scrubs.

"I drove here right after I got off a twelve-hour ED rotation," Will told you. "Hence the scrubs."

"I would give you a hug, but who knows what kinda bodily fluids have been on those."

"Good choice. We'll postpone the hug until after I take a quick shower and change."

Adam, Kim, and Jay came outside and said their hellos to Will, and Jay took Will's backpack, making a joke saying that it felt like he stuffed a ton of rocks in there.

So, now you knew why you couldn't sleep on the pull-out couch upstairs: Will was sleeping there.

***

"Fuck!" you yelled as you felt a bee sting you on the upper part of your left inner thigh.

"What?" Adam asked.

You, Adam, and Kim were outside at the table on the first-floor deck studying while Will was upstairs studying and Jay and Hailey were studying one of their law studies classes at the kitchen table together.

"The fuckin' bee stung me!"

"Well, you were swattin' at him, darlin'," Adam said, which earned him a smack to the arm from Kim.

"Because he was between my legs!" you argued. "What was I supposed to do? Let him fly up my shorts and sting me there? Oh hell no!"

You got up and walked inside.

"Will!" you shouted the minute you closed the door to the deck.

"Y/N! Keep it down!" Jay scolded. "We're trying to study!"

You had made it up the first set of stairs and leaned over the railing. "Well, I just strung by fuckin' bee, so I think I can yell a bit, Jay! Will!"

"What?" he said and ripped out his headphones when you got all the way upstairs. "Med school's no joke, you know!"

"Well, what do I put on a bee sting?" you huffed.

Will sighed. "Hold on. They asked me to be the one who brought the first aid kit and I'm glad I did."

He got up and then came back with a bottle of lotion.

"Put this on it. Should cool down the stinging. Tell me if it gets worse or starts itching."

"Okay, thanks."

You put it on and hoped it would be better soon.

***

Okay, so this bee sting wasn't getting better. It was actually getting worse.

It had been itchy all day and you were currently shaving your legs in your shower. You felt the place where the bee had stung you and it was swollen as if someone had shoved a disk the size of an Oreo in your leg at the place the bee had stung you.

You got out of the shower, got changed, and walked out of the bathroom where country music was blasting and Jay and Adam were playing a friendly (okay, so maybe not so friendly) game of pool.

"Hailey, is my bee sting supposed to be super itchy?" you asked as you sat down on the couch next to her.

She and everyone else was drinking one of their two allotted white claws. Yes, during finals week you had all decided there needed to be a daily cut-off for alcohol so that you could all get your shit done. And, it helped keep everyone accountable since everyone in the cabin was only having two per day...and you weren't spending a ton of money this weekend on alcohol.

"Um, none of mine have ever been," she said. "Will!" He turned to look at her from where he was sitting and intently watching the pool game...mostly to make sure neither Adam nor Jay cheated. "Her bee sting supposed to itch?"

"Not unless she's allergic to bees...and she's not." He stood up. "Go lay on the bed and let me take a look."

"Oh, fuck no! I am not letting my brother look there!"

"Y/N, I'm a med student. I've seen a helluva lot more than a bee sting on your inner thigh. You can even go put on some short spandex if that would make you more comfortable."

You currently had on loose-fitting shorts that you knew would fall back to expose what underwear you were wearing if you let Will take a look. "Actually, I think I'll go do that," you said.

You quickly grabbed a pair of spandex from your suitcase and went back into the bathroom and changed into them.

"Y'all check for a stinger?" Adam asked.

Will must've filled him in when you were changing your shorts.

"Shit," Will cursed. "I knew there was something I forgot to do."

"What kinda fuckin' doctor are you if you forget to check something like that?" you asked Will rhetorically. "Hailey, I'm gonna need that empty white claw bottle to smack Will over the head with like you did to Jay on the river."

"Sorry, hun," Hailey apologized. "I ain't finished with this 'ere can yet."

"I'll hit him!" Jay yelled, putting down his pool stick and grabbing his empty can.

He hit Will on the arm with the empty white claw can as hard as he possibly could.

"The fuck?" Will yelled. "Why'd you do that?"

"I dunno." Jay turned to Adam. "Why were we hitting Will, again?"

"Holy shit," Adam muttered to himself. "Because he forgot to check Y/N's bee sting to see if the stinger was still there."

"Oh, okay. That was stupid, Will."

You laid on the bed and let Will look at the spot the bee stung you. Then, he put on a pair of gloves and pulled out a pair of tweezers.

"Hailey?" he called. She looked up expectantly. "Can you come over here and hold up a flashlight? I think I found the stinger."

Hailey got up and turned on the flashlight on her phone and crouched down next to Will.

"That good?" she asked as she finished positioning the phone so the phone's flashlight was pointing directly at your bee sting.

"Yup." He looked up at you. "Now, I'm gonna put one of my hands above the bee sting, that way you won't be able to see the tweezers go in. Sound good?"

"Mhm. At least this is better than when Jay tried to attack me with a snake!"

Will laughed. "I bet."

Five minutes later, the stinger was out and Will told you to put Neosporin and a bandaid over it just so you didn't keep itching it because he told you the itchiness wouldn't go away immediately.

"I need a drink," you said after you were all done.

Hailey handed you a raspberry white claw from the mini-fridge next to the couch and you popped it open.

"Thanks," you said.

"You're welcome."

"Everyone shut up!" Adam yelled. "This is Jay and Hailey's song...well, they didn't exactly meet at a bar and Hailey wasn't drinking a white claw, but it was a Saturday and those two did ditch us. So, dance you two!"

They tried to object, but Adam dragged Jay over to Hailey and Kim pushed Hailey up off the couch and towards Jay.

"Sittin' over there in the corner, baby, I saw pretty red lips workin' on a white claw," you all sang along to Single Saturday Night by Cole Swindell. And, you'd be lying if you said that this song didn't remind you of the story that Jay had told you about the first time he took Hailey out when she was bored one Saturday night in a sports bar. "Shakin' to a little Shook Me All Night Long. And I thought, man, what a beautiful sight."

You smiled. Four months ago, there'd be no way you'd know this song. But, thanks to your brother's friends and his girlfriend, you knew so many more country songs. But, most of all, if your first semester of freshman year was any indication, you were going to have the time of your life going to college here in Tennessee.

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[labyrinthsofyou]

the sun, the moon and you

pairing: wong yukhei & female reader

genre: fluff

warnings: suggestive mentions & innuendos

words: 27, 576                            

summary: all yukhei wants to do is to make you happy.

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happiness.

if someone is to ask wong yukhei what he wishes to bring everyday, happiness would be his answer. 

it can be from seeing him. it can be from talking to him. it can be from listening to the songs he performs on stage. he wants to be able to spread smiles on faces. he hopes to brighten days and outline dreams. 

and tonight, thousands yukhei has made happy. the screams as he had moved on stage told him so. the cheers once he had taken his bow makes him so sure of it. the happiness he wishes to bring everyday has been done. 

except it is not.

there is one person, someone, yukhei hopes to make the happiest before the day ends.

you.

so that is why yukhei currently sits in the backseat of the van with his very exhausted body leaning back into his seat. the heavy promotions mixed with daily practices for different groups have been rewarding yet tiring. and after the performance tonight, yukhei wants to crawl into his bed. he needs to sleep because tomorrow there will be an all day photoshoot. a yawn he lets out as he stares out the window. the traffic isn’t so bad at this time of the night. but another forty minutes this ride is going to be. yukhei taps on his phone he is clutching, checking for a message. 

there is none though. there hasn’t been one since before his performance when you had sent him a message of luck and hearts and he had responded with his excitement for the video call later tonight.

that had been over two hours ago.

yukhei purses his lips. he debates for a moment and unlocks his screen. he taps on the green icon and types out a quick little message that the performance is over, that he should be back at the dorms in a little while. half a dozen happy faces and a heart he attaches at the end. he opens his bag on his lap and takes out his headphones to put on. his head turns to glance at the balloons peeking out from the back of the van before he’s looking out the window again. 

he should sleep really now, even if it is for a little while. but yukhei won’t, can’t because excited jitteriness he feels. so he plays his music and watches the scenery of the highway and the glowing city lights that goes by.

and when forty minutes passes, yukhei sees the upcoming exit. he sits up a little as the driver turns on the signal. the clicking sound overlaps the music quietly playing from his headphones. the lane they cross and soon enough the van is exiting the highway. he can’t stop the calm and giddiness flooding in him. despite the cool temperatures, the streets are filled with people strolling and playing on a friday night. there is a tug in his chest and yukhei lets out a quiet breath. when his schedules ease up a little it will be you and him like everyone else in the streets.

until then, it will be like this.   

the familiar setting of the cafés and stores he and you go to he passes. three right turns and two left turns the driver makes. then through the neighborhood yukhei knows so well now, the bakery you love he sees. he puts his headphones away and notes the time on his phone. about an hour he still has before the bakery closes. the driver pulls up to the front. 

his first destination of the night. 

yukhei unbuckles his seatbelt and tells the driver he should be quick. he exits the car and jogs up to the door. a handful of customers yukhei spots sitting at the quaint tables and cozy benches once he walks in. he stands behind a couple, awaiting his turn. his head he keeps lowered while he looks at his phone. 

a response to his message he has not received and yukhei chews on the inside of his cheeks because it’s unlike you. he lets out a slow exhale and hesitates. he frowns slightly to himself and types out another message to you, hoping everything is okay and to give him a call when you can. 

“excuse me?”

yukhei looks up at the voice, realizing then the worker calling for him. he faintly smiles and bows his head in apology while approaching the counter. the worker grins at him and he wonders if and hopes the dim lighting inside makes him unrecognizable at the moment. “good evening, what can i get for you?” 

he clears his throat. “hi, i’m here to pick up an order.” yukhei looks down at his phone to pull up the information he needs. he shows her the order number and she nods, asking him to wait before she disappears behind the swinging doors. he slips his phone into his bag. his eyes scan over the delicious cakes in the glass display. there are ones with chocolate. there are ones with fruit. some are simple. others a bit more fancy. there's a mocha cake shaped like a large cup and a matcha one dusted with the rich powder. all of them look like perfection and with your sweet tooth, he is certain you would love them all.

yukhei glances up when he hears the sound of the doors. the girl walks back to the counter and the cake she holds is exactly like what he had seen in the pictures on the website. the cream on the sides are smooth. the fruits on the top on glossy. the chocolate curls and macaroons are neatly placed. and the chocolate disc is perfectly round with the fancy script. he smiles and out of habit when he is happy, yukhei claps his hands softly too before nodding his head in approval. 

she smiles and turns around. the cake is boxed up. a red ribbon is tied to the handles of the box. the candles and plastic cake server in a clear cellophane bag is taped to the side of it. she places the wrapped up cake in front of him. 

“is there anything else?” she asks with a grin. 

a hot chrysanthemum tea he orders and swipes his credit card for it. and once the cake and tea are in his hands, yukhei thanks the worker and wishes her a good night. 

he balances the items in one hand to open the van door. yukhei leans in, placing the box on the empty seat next to his and climbs in. once the door closes, he passes the hot tea to the driver with a tiny beam and words of appreciation for driving him out here tonight. a smile in return yukhei receives and the driver takes the tea from his hands in equal appreciation. his seatbelt he puts back on and yukhei brings up the boxed cake, holding it in his hands as the driver starts the van again.

the ride now will be much shorter. just a few minutes more. yukhei turns his head, continuing to soak up the surroundings he has missed. the busy friday night grows a little quieter down the streets lined with homes and apartments. his heart thumps loudly and he thinks he can count the beats of it. 

yukhei hopes this will work. he hopes you will be happy. he hopes everything is okay because still he gets no response from you. 

soon enough the building yukhei has considered his home for the last six months comes into view. 

destination number two.

the van stops and the door yukhei opens. he steps out, careful to not tilt the cake he holds. the driver follows too and walks to the back of the van. yukhei checks to make sure he hasn’t dropped anything. he fixes the strap of his bag across his chest and he twists around, ready to get the balloons. but the driver comes to him with them already in his grasp. yukhei grins, taking ahold of the plastic heart shaped weight tied to the ends of the shiny ribbons. he bows and whispers more words of gratitude and a bid good night. 

then he takes a deep breath and begins to move to the front door. he chuckles when the security guard hurriedly runs over to help him pull open the heavy glass door. it takes a moment, a double take and surprised look before the older man realizes it’s him. one of the tallest and most handsome resident he had commented once to him. yukhei smiles with the last balloon safe through the doorway before he thanks him too for the help.

he makes his way through the empty lobby and towards the elevator. he presses on the up arrow. there's an immediate chime and the doors open. he walks in, making sure all twelve balloons comes with him before the doors close. the ninth floor yukhei presses for. he watches the numbers on the tiny screen increase and just a few seconds it takes. then there’s another chime that sounds and the doors open for him to step out.

it’s quiet in the hallway as yukhei walks. he hears faint sounds of loud laughter. there’s a scent of something delicious from one of the apartments.

his feet soon stop and yukhei stands in front of the door that looks like everyone else’s. but the number on it, what’s behind it, makes him smile and his heart pound like no other door. the balloons and the cake he holds in one hand. he reaches into his bag and pulls out his phone again. 

still no response. 

yukhei pauses his movements and thinks on whether to call you right now. he wants to surprise you and not scare you. so he decides on the latter, hoping to tell you to come open the door. that will work much better. he swipes and taps on his screen. the ringing of his call echoes in the quietness of the hallway. 

perhaps you are in the shower or deep into one of your dramas or maybe you’re finishing the work you have because you don’t pick up. still, yukhei hangs up a little concern and curious. you hadn’t mentioned about going out either. you would’ve he is sure because the video call tonight no matter what had been agreed on. his phone yukhei slips back into the bag and then the familiar code he remembers like the back of his hand he punches in. the beep sounds and the door handle yukhei pushes down.

one step in. then another. 

yukhei is home.

after four weeks, even if it will be just for tonight, it feels good.

and yukhei is sure you are home too upon standing in the entryway. the lights are on. your pair of fuzzy pink slippers are not in the place you always put them in. yukhei thinks he hears familiar voices talking once he shuts the door behind him. any second he really expects you to appear or scream. something, anything, but he gets nothing. the shower yukhei doesn’t hear. the cake and the balloons he gently sets down on the floor. his sneakers he carefully and quietly kicks off. his feet are soon slipped into his pair of fuzzy grey slippers.

“babe?” his voice sounds loud into the space.

yukhei waits momentarily for a response but still he gets nothing.

there’s a skip to his heart. his concern and curiosity are heightened. the cake and balloons he leaves behind in search for you. his steps are big and quicker than usual down the hall. and when yukhei thinks about calling out your name, his feet halt once he reaches the living room. 

he gets his answer for the quietness. he now knows why of the unanswered messages and phone call because asleep he finds you on the couch. the sudden release of a breath stuck in his throat is released. the concern that something had happened to you dissipates. yukhei turns his head to the open television. the breathless chuckle rises up in him because the voices he had heard upon entering are familiar. instead of the dramas you love playing, it’s the anime about the quiet, awkward and protective wolf learning and growing in the world. 

one of his favorites and one yukhei had gotten you into.

you had sat next to him during his viewing marathon one night. he had been so quiet, his attention solely on the television and your curiosity had piqued. “what are you watching?” you had murmured. 

for two episodes then, yukhei had answered your intriguing questions. you had listened to his explanations about the characters, the desires and the dilemmas. 

your lips had pursed. “what episode are we watching again?”

yukhei had chuckled. “nine. why?” a hesitant and slow nod you had responded with. your eyes had shifted between the ending credits and him.

“oh.” the hint of disappointment yukhei had sworn he heard. it had taken a minute for him to understand your reaction. 

you had been hooked. 

he had patted your thigh gingerly to get your attention. “i’ll wait for you to catch up,” yukhei had told you with deep laughter. 

your face had lit up. a wet kiss had been pressed onto his cheek and yukhei had waited, even rewatching the previous episodes with you. the first season you had finished side by side and a pinky promise had been made to watch season two together after the end of his promotions. 

and now, yukhei watches the scene in the cafeteria between the wolf and rabbit unfold. he chuckles to himself at the playfulness of the moment and of the internal dilemmas and difficult decisions happening on screen and in real life. the rabbit fights her instincts to run away from the carnivore. the wolf wonders what has been happening to him in the last few days. yukhei contemplates on how to wake and surprise you without scaring you. 

he turns to look at you and his eyes take in the sight of your curled form underneath the thin throw blanket. one hand is tucked underneath your cheek while the other clutches gently to the pillow beneath your head. in slow movements, he closes the short distance to you in small careful steps. the remote he picks up. the episode he stops and the television he switches off. you make no motions of waking even as he places the remote back down. the mug sitting on the coffee table he peeks into. his brows furrow the slightest at the discovery of the jasmine tea. 

your choice of beverage when you are feeling under the weather.

slowly yukhei kneels beside you. your deep steady breaths he hears. he feels the tugs at his heart because in seconds he will be pulling you out from your slumber and dreams. his hand rises to gently settle on the outline of your legs beneath the blanket. 

“babe...” his voice is barely above a whisper. then little by little, with his other hand holding onto the armrest above your head, yukhei leans down and erases the space between his mouth and your skin. he brushes his pillowy lips on your very warm cheek. your name softly rolls pass his mouth and he hears the faintest whimper coming from you. then one, two and even a third kiss is placed consecutively onto your cheek before he speaks again. “wake up, baby.”

yukhei watches with a faint grin forming on his face as you stir. you let out another tiny whimper and instantly his hand moves to your head, his thumb brushing gently on your temple. his other hand slips behind and rubs at your back and he whispers your name twice more. it takes a moment and soon enough you’re moving a bit more. yukhei leans back enough to see your eyes bit by bit open to the light. you rub softly at them to rid of the sleep and the slight blur. the haziness of your brain you’re trying to clear. but then you register the familiar quiet giggles surrounding you. yukhei stares as your eyes widen expectedly because he’s not supposed to be here.

“surprise!” he quietly and cutely exclaims, both his hands rising up like an excited child.

your heart jumps and immediately the tiny shriek comes from you. your hands quickly move to cover up your face. the pounding in your chest is strong and those quiet giggles you heard from him seconds ago turn into deep laughter. 

“am i hallucinating right now?”

the question yukhei hears so clearly despite it being muffled by the sleeves of his sweatshirt you wear. it only makes him laugh louder. how you have missed hearing that beautiful sound in front of you instead of through a phone and video. you feel the continued fast beats in your chest.

regardless if your face is still shielded, yukhei nods. “even if you are hallucinating, i imagine myself to be quite the dream to appear before you,” he murmurs playfully. yukhei leans down and settles his mouth next to your ear. his breath tickles you. he feels the pulls of his heart. “baby, i’m right here. just look.”

your breath catches in your throat. your chest tightens. you remove your hands and is truly met with the sight of him in the flesh. yukhei smiles so brightly and blindingly. 

he really is here. 

and you think maybe it might be the tiredness. maybe it’s because you have been missing him too much. or perhaps it’s just the combination of both because the soft sobs rises up in you. the warm tears glide down your skin within the next shaky breath you take. yukhei chuckles affectionately through soft shushes and hugs you close to him even if he is still on the floor and you remain curled on the couch. your hands rise again, hiding your face from him. he feels the haziness building in his own eyes and buries his face into your hair. 

“shhh… it’s okay,” he coos softly.

yukhei takes a deep breath and the familiar scent of vanilla he has missed filters up his nose. his hand moves to your back. he rubs it soothingly to calm the light shake of your body. then it takes a minute and more for your tears to stop and your heart to calm. you shift away from him and push yourself up to sit. yukhei moves back just a few inches to allow you to do. his hands go on either side of your sitting position and he watches with a small curve of his mouth while you wipe at your eyes with the sleeve of the sweatshirt. there’s still the glassiness in your gaze and he can still see the faintest stains on your cheeks once you finally look at him. you take a deep breath and softly smile at him. then the curve on his face slowly mirrors yours because yukhei is certain that he has surprised and scared you in the best possible way. your hands stretch forward to gently cup his face and the unexpected tiny whimper slips from you.

as much as you have missed hearing his laugh in the flesh, you have missed simply touching him even more. 

“what are you doing here?” your voice cracks a bit from the waking up and crying but you don’t care.

his hands move to grasp at your hips over the blanket. yukhei shifts forward until he’s able to press his forehead against yours. 

“happy birthday, baby,” he whispers, beaming. “third time’s a charm.”

you feel tears threatening to fall all over again and your heart skips because even after the few years together, your birthday is one event that has been difficult.

the first year together had been just a few months after you had started dating. a schedule yukhei had been on and he had forgotten until the following afternoon. shame and embarrassment had filled him when he had realized. yukhei had apologized profusely while he had clung to you, hugging you tight and wondering just how bad he had messed up. soft chuckles had rolled pass your grinning lips because it had been alright. you hadn’t been, couldn’t be upset. not when he had been so genuinely regretful and upset. so instead you had puckered short sweet pecks onto his pouting mouth when yukhei finally removed his face from the crook of your neck.

“i’m really sorry,” he had apologized again. “i’ll make it up to you.”

yukhei had stared at you scrunching up your nose and giggling lightly. your fingertips had brushed back his falling hair over his wide eyes. 

“yeah? you sure about that?” you had playfully narrowed your gaze at him. the tone of your voice had been teasing. yukhei had felt the slight heaviness lifted off his shoulder as he nodded swiftly and left a kiss on the tip of your nose. 

“just name it,” he had responded back, biting back a grin as you dramatically delved into deep thought.

it hadn’t taken you long to figure out what you wanted. the request had been simple. three kisses and strawberry ice cream, your gaze had sparkled with your words. yukhei had laughed loudly because he could definitely do that.

but he had given you a little more than you had asked for. the three kisses had turned into a hour make out session on your couch. and afterwards then, a trip to the convenience store you and him had taken to with fingers intertwined. yukhei had picked up the pint of strawberry ice cream and a pack of colorful striped birthday candles. insistent he had been for it.

the heat you had felt on your cheeks. “i don’t remember requesting candles,” your words had been playful. 

a tender kiss yukhei had placed on you temple to hide his boyish shy grin. “just a minor adjustment. besides, you have to make a wish for your birthday, babe.”

the items he had paid for. the walk back to your apartment in the cool autumn evening had been picturesque. and once back in your home, the ice cream had soften just enough for him to stick a lone pink candle into the center of the sweet treat. then yukhei had hugged you from behind, his chest pressing against your back as he sung you your birthday song with a happy grin and his sweet giggles. you had clapped once he was done and an adoring kiss he had pressed onto your cheek before his lips had moved to your ear. 

“close your eyes and make your wish.”

you had turned to look at him, finding him staring at you intently with a beam. your hands had reached for his arms hugging you and you had returned to the candle burning away. you had closed your eyes and within seconds, made a wish for health, of happiness and more moments with him. the tiny flame had been blown out. the ice cream had been eaten straight from the pint while he had vowed with a bashful smile and three sweet kisses to remember your birthday for the next year.

and yukhei had.

an event on his phone he had set. but then another country he had to be in for filming. regret again had filled him because how he wished to be with you for your day.

“we will do something when i get back, okay?” through the video call yukhei had pinky promised you. “but until then, i hope this is okay,” he had told you with a laugh because what he meant was the long distance virtual dinner. 

his phone had been propped up with what he could find in his hotel room. you had used a stack of books for yours. and the choice of cuisine had been up to you and he would try to see if there was a delivery possible to the hotel or if room service had it on the menu.

“what are you craving tonight?” yukhei had questioned, adjusting his glasses and running his long fingers through his slightly damp hair from his shower.

your chin had rested against the heel of your hand as you stared at him through the phone screen. all you had truly wanted was to snuggle up against him and feel the softness of his skin and lips. but it had been impossible for the moment. so with a teasing smile and moving your legs to hug to your chest, you had given him your answer. 

“sushi,” your gaze had twinkled. “all i want is sushi.”

it had taken yukhei a moment to register the double meaning, the corny pun he used to tell you. the embarrassed snort had escaped from him. your giggles had followed out. once yukhei had stopped laughing, he remained smiling wide and arched a sculpted brow. “that’s all?”

your head had tilted. you had hummed quietly. “that’s all.” your whispered answer had just been loud enough for him to hear.

his heart had ached and swelled all at once.

then with different time zones and eating cuisine from a country neither of you had currently been in, it had been a memorable birthday dinner. your phones had fallen from their positions throughout the meal with sudden gasps and laughter. you and him had played pretend, trying one another’s orders through the screen. hundreds of miles had separated you and him. yet the appreciation and love you had for him multiplied.

“you think we can do this again?” you had remarked once the plates and containers were cleared of all the delicious food ordered. 

yukhei had grinned, feeling relief for the happy look on your face before he nodded. “is your craving satisfied yet?” there had been a hint of playfulness in his voice. it had taken you hardly a second before your head shook and you sighed dramatically. even through a video, yukhei had noticed the mischief shining in your eyes.

“not yet, babe.”

and the meaning of your response and your words had stuck with him. so when yukhei returned three weeks later, he had hoped to fix that with surprises up his sleeve. 

the first one had been a selfie stick tripod. he had tugged it out of the shopping bag and you had let out an amused laugh.

“i bought one for myself too,” you had turned away from the present in your grasp to look at him. the bashful grin had formed at once on his face. “for future long distance virtual dinners so the phones don’t drop again,” he had whispered with a cute wrinkle to his nose.

the warmth had spread in your cheeks. your arm had slithered around his middle, hugging him tight and pecking him sweetly on his lips. “can’t wait.”

and the second had been the recreation of the birthday dinner weeks prior. 

not many opportunities yukhei had to take you out like how he believed you deserved. so he had done a little research for a restaurant with the best sushi and made a reservation. the various rolls and sliced fish ordered had been served alongside steaming bowls of udon. there had even been a delicious mini cheesecake for dessert with a lone lit candle yukhei had secretly requested because a birthday wish was still necessary he believed. so you had wished for the same from the previous birthday because the past year had been everything and more you could had imagined it to be. 

and stomachs had been as full as hearts when you and him had returned back to your apartment. yukhei had pulled you down to lay with him on the couch. his hug had been warm. his kisses had been ardent.  

yukhei had stared at you as if he was a little it drunk. you had chuckled breathlessly because he hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. the corners of his mouth had twitched faintly up when you had brush back his hair.

“thank you for tonight. i love the tripod, i loved the dinner and i love you,” you had informed him. a gentle kiss you had bestowed on his nose. but then yukhei had puckered his lips, wanting one there instead. his wish you had granted with a soft beam. your fingertip had outlined the curve of his smile once you pull back. 

“i’m glad you enjoyed it.” your touch had stopped on the center of his mouth. yukhei had pressed a kiss to the tip of your fingertip with his wide eyes gleaming. “so… has your sushi craving been satisfied yet?” he questioned teasingly. his large hands had gradually slipped beneath the pastel pink ruffled blouse you wore. 

immediately you had giggled, recalling his question from that first birthday dinner. you had closed the space between your grinning mouths. one then another nip you had given his pillowy lips. his touch had traveled further up. you had mewled, the sound so tantalizing, and shook your head. 

“almost.”

then his low groan had echoed your warm laughter and lips had happily connected once more into the very long night.

and this year, yukhei had a packed schedule. 

it had been back to back albums and promotions for different groups. when he had been given the tentative timeline for the second half of the year, it hadn’t crossed his mind. all yukhei felt had been excitement to be working with people he loved and grateful for continuing opportunities to learn from others. but when the official dates were given, the performances at shows and the events lined up, yukhei had doubled checked his calendar.

the images of a birthday cake and a pink heart had stared back at him.

yukhei had shook his head and quietly laughed in disbelief to himself. he had ran a hand over his face. he had wondered then if the world was playing a trick on him. annoyed he had been and upset he had certain you would be too because seriously it couldn’t be possible again. 

and in the kitchen yukhei had found you when he returned home. too hot from the summer heat and too stressed from the impending interview for a new job, all you had wanted was to eat something delicious. your phone had been in your hand. your fingers had slowly slide across the screen as you debated the menu for the night. a kiss yukhei had pressed onto your smiling mouth when he hugged you, the indescribable happiness you and him felt every time he walked through the front door.

“hmm, what do you want for dinner? are you hungry?”

yukhei had thought about how to tell you. whether he should wait until after dinner or tell you immediately, he had finally decided on the latter. yukhei had taken a deep breath and quietly and regretfully informed you with a frown of the current predicament plaguing his mind.

then yukhei had waited for your disappointing sigh, for you to push away his arms that were holding you close and for you to say to him again. yet you had simply stared him for a few seconds before smiling fondly. your phone you had closed and his embrace you walked out of. yukhei had watched after you as you made the two steps to the counter and pushed yourself up to sit on it. your gaze had found his and your arms had stretched out for him. yukhei hadn’t hesitated, going to you with a frown on his face and a sigh. your legs had wrapped around his waist with your ankles crossing behind his back to push him closer. his hands had settled on your knees, grasping it gently. your arms had circled around his neck and he had leaned into you to place a tender kiss on the faint curve of your lips.

yukhei had sighed once more. “i’m very sorry about this... again. if i could change it, i would.”

so proud of him you had been for everything he was doing and the opportunities he had been given. you had never wanted anything less for him. the twinge of pain had clutched at your heart with how he had felt. 

your head you had shaken before tilting it a bit. “i’m not upset at you. you have to know that, babe.” 

because since the beginning you had understood and accepted his schedules. even if it had meant missing him too much sometimes. even if it had meant having miles, cities and countries separating you and him every now and then.

it had been okay.

in your life you had him. and always he had came back to you with love unwavering. 

“this is your job, your career. you’re not at fault for this. i know you want to celebrate it but it’s okay. you have nothing to feel guilty about.” the space between your mouths you had closed. one then two loving kiss you had given him. yukhei had hummed, his hands sliding up to grip at your thighs. “birthdays happen every year. if not this year, then next year. if not next year, the year after that. we have more birthdays to come.” 

yukhei had hugged you close, burying his face into your neck. you had giggled when a ticklish pucker of his soft lips grazed your skin. you had turned your head with your mouth resting next to his ear. “and you’re stuck with me, remember?” yukhei had laughed, face warming and heart happy. yes, he had remembered what you said to him when you had asked him to move in. 

he had lifted his head away to look at you, a grin slowly appearing on his face

“besides, we can celebrate before or after. it’s the memory that truly counts. and as long as you’re with me, babe, i don’t have any complaints,” you had reassured him. 

the smile on his face had broaden, making you more in love with him than you already were. yukhei had pressed a warm kiss on your lips. you had hummed in content and gently bopped him on the tip of his nose with your fingertip. 

yukhei had chuckled, feeling a little better. “then i will promise to give you a memory that truly counts, baby.” 

and seeing him now in front you, this memory counts. 

this memory is unforgettable.

“you surprised me for my birthday,” yukhei laughs at the quiet whine that slips from your mouth. 

his birthday this year you recall so clearly. the surprise at the gym that had made him grin despite the layer of sweat and his tiredness from his practice and workout. the birthday cake covered with the airy whipped cream and topped with the juicy strawberries that you had held up for him. the birthday wish he had to make before midnight struck. the sweet memory of him happily licking the cream off your supple chest because he had told you somewhere in the world it was still his birthday.

you feel the smile form on your face. your cheeks burn quickly. the sparkle in his eyes rival the sparkle of gold glitter that has been brushed underneath his handsome and neat eyebrows. “so i thought it’ll be only fair to surprise you on yours. are you happy, baby?” yukhei questions. 

he's teasing and you know it. the sight of his face turns a bit blurry again. heartstrings are pulled at. you nod with a warm chuckle, thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks. 

“yeah, i’m happy,” you whisper. the distance between your mouths are erased and you capture his lips for a little sugary kiss. 

yukhei pulls back reluctantly and licks his lips. “i messaged you and even called before i came in, but you didn’t respond to any of them.” 

your brows furrow. “you did?” you turn your head, eyes searching for your phone you are certain you had with you. the blanket you wiggle and lift before your phone falls out from the folds. you unlock it and see the missed messages and the recent call. you check the tiny tab on the side. silent you had the device on. your eyes return to his while dropping the phone down next to you. “i didn’t realize the ringer was off. i'm sorry,” you murmur your apology, running a hand over your face. “i really didn’t plan on falling asleep here.”   

yukhei chuckles lowly with a nod. “it's okay. you just made me a little worried. i was afraid of scaring you so that was why i called. when i opened the door i was so sure you were going to scream or attack me,” he quietly jokes, watching you slowly and shyly grin. his eyes soften. “but i saw the tea. you’re not feeling well?” the concern is evident in his gaze and his voice. the guilt forms in his heart because yukhei wonders if he had missed the signs in the messages, the phone calls and the video chats. 

you shake your head though. “just been feeling tired. i think it’s just the changing seasons and adjusting to the weather.” the transition from summer to autumn has been going back and forth. the start of the new season it is, but early september it felt like yesterday and the middle of november it feels like today. “and work has been… hectic. there’s been a lot to do and not enough time. i’ve just been sleeping less than usual.” you respond with your eyes dropping from him momentarily. 

a good night’s sleep you have missed recently with the new job you started weeks ago. it had been an early birthday present from the world you had declared. all the exams, the long papers and the years put into school had paid off. and it has been nothing and everything you expected. exciting and rewarding yet completely nerve wracking because constantly you were on your toes. 

you don’t want to mess up. you don’t want doubts of whether you had been the best choice. 

and after this week of too many meetings and too much paperwork and files, the comfy couch had felt like a fluffy cloud after your shower and dinner of a big bowl of spicy tofu soup with rice. you had wondered whether to work a bit to leave the weekend more free. but the remote you had reached for and the television had been turned on for a little noise in the quiet apartment. you had responded to sweet texts of birthday wishes. a message wishing him luck with hearts you had sent for his performance and a decision you had made to rewatch the anime that he had gotten you into. just for an episode or two then a little work before the promised video call you had told yourself.      

you really had no intentions of falling asleep. 

the small nudge from yukhei has you looking back up within seconds. you don’t want him worrying even when his expression tells you he is worried because you haven’t mentioned the lack of sleep to him. a tiny reassuring smile comes out. your arms wrap around his neck again. you want to ease his worry and the guilt you are certain he feels because regardless of his busy schedules and his own lack of sleep, yukhei thinks he should be able to pick up clues. he should be making sure you are alright.  

your fingertips gently stroke the nape of his neck. “i’m fine, babe. please don't worry, okay?”

yukhei playfully scrunches up his nose. “as long as the day ends in ‘y,’ i will always worry about you,” he whispers to you with a faint grin. 

you can’t control the smile ghosting your face. 

lucky and loved. 

you lean forward to place a kiss to his mouth. yukhei clings onto your lips for seconds longer before letting you pull back. he sighs, a little unconvinced because he stares intently at you. “you’re sure that is all?” 

“cross my heart, that’s all. and if i'm really not feeling good, i’ll give you a call. you can come home and play doctor to get me back to health,” you quietly jest, hoping to make him feel better. 

yukhei chuckles lowly then, his eyes taking the sight of you. “just promise to take care of yourself. take a break and get your sleep, hmm?” he finally whispers.

you feel the tugs in your chest. “i promise with all my heart.” you lean in for two more short and sweet kisses that he gladly accepts. the corners of your lips twitch up once you part. your fingers shift to his neck, stroking it tenderly. “how did you manage to get back here?” you ask intrigued. 

in the middle of the first round of promotions he is currently for one group while starting the preparations of videos and photoshoots and everything else for another group. you don’t want him getting in trouble or upsetting anyone because even if tomorrow is saturday and the day of play considered to the world, he has work. the performance tonight and his hectic schedule lined up had been why he couldn’t be here tonight. you feel the clutch to your heart. he should be sleeping, getting the rest you are certain he is not getting enough off either. 

yukhei smiles so easily. “we left immediately after our set.” you study the light shade of brown eyeshadow over his eyelids. his hair is still styled up, each strand still seems to be in place despite his performance. your eyes go over his head to glance at the time hanging on the wall. it’s just before ten in the night. you turn back to look at him and he’s still smiling. “manger got someone to drive me here. he had given me the okay to come back. he said it should be fine as long as i followed two things.” 

a brow of your rises and your fingers stop moving. yukhei clears his throat dramatically as he raises his hand and holds up one finger. 

“first, i better not be late when he comes to pick me up himself tomorrow morning.” you chuckle, imagining his manager who takes care of them, loves them and who yukhei is a full head taller, threatening him. a second finger of his rises. “and number two is to tell you happy birthday. he says he hopes you like your surprise.” yukhei giggles sweetly, warmth covering his cheeks. “he says i’m so whipped for you.”

his words causes the laughter to rise out of you in an instant. 

he will lose a few hours sleep for this. anything he will give to see you happy. everything he will do to make you happy like this.

the teasing mischief yukhei notes in your eyes. “and what are your thoughts about that then? is he wrong?” you inquire curiously.

yukhei tugs you closer, bumping noses together and grazing his plump lips against yours. “you can dollop me on ice cream or cake, baby,” he whispers firmly and unashamed.

you tip forward and give him a kiss that makes yukhei sigh in delight. when you shift back, both your hands move to cup his jawline. “have you eaten yet? are you hungry? we can order something.” your trip to the grocery store will be tomorrow. but some basics and staples you always have in the refrigerator and cabinets. “or if you want home cooked, i’ll try to make something quick,” you suggest. 

he smiles. “they ordered chicken for us before the performance, but i can definitely eat again,” yukhei says with a laugh. "we can just order something. that'll be fine.”  

you nod and make a move to lift off the blanket. “let me go just clean and freshen up first so i don’t feel like a mess.” from waking up to crying, you imagine yourself to be less than presentable.

yukhei shakes his head though. the grin on his face shines bright like the sun. “my baby is gorgeous,” he declares truthfully and proudly. 

you are beautiful, cute, sexy and every synonym in the thesaurus to him.

the embarrassed and bashful laugh rolls out from your lips as his voice turns faintly singsong. “my baby is the most gorgeous.” you give him a playful push, the heat rising in your face because regardless of the years together now, his compliments and his words still get the best of you. 

yukhei laughs and moves away enough to let you pull the blanket off. like the changing temperatures outside, you are dressed for autumn on the top with his thick heather grey sweatshirt pictured with a golden retriever and summer on the bottom with a pair of black shorts. yukhei gives your exposed thighs a gentle squeeze before pushing himself up to stand. he grabs the strap of his bag still slung diagonally across his chest and brings it over his head. he places it on the coffee table and holds his hand out for you to take. yukhei tugs you up and right into his strong arms and warm embrace. your arms slip underneath the open red bomber jacket he wears to hold his waist. 

you bury your face into him. his head turns and yukhei rests his mouth against your warm skin. deep and slow breaths are taken, remembering one another’s familiar scent that has been missed. you and him stay motionless for a moment until he pats your bottom and kisses your temple. “i’ll look up something to eat. is there something you want?”

your eyes find his. “anything is fine. just give me a minute,” you tell him with a shake of your head.

arms drop and you slip your feet into your pink slippers to go to the bathroom. yukhei watches you walk in and the second the door is shut behind you, he quickly shrugs off his jacket and drops it on the coffee table besides his bag. he jogs his way back down the hall to retrieve the cake and balloons that had been left behind in his search for you.

the ribbons yukhei unknots from its weight and in a slow release, the balloons float up into different directions around him. the weight he puts on the table and to the kitchen he makes his way quickly to with the cake. the tape he rips off and the flaps of the box he pulls open. the sweet scent of fresh cream and fruit fill his senses as he carefully tugs the cake out. the cellophane bag he tears from the box for the colorful candles. he sticks all six candles into the cake until the foiled wrapped bottom disappears. he moves right, opening the second drawer for the lighter. soon enough each candle has a flame and the lighter yukhei puts away. 

slowly he picks up the cake and turns bit by bit. each step he takes is careful and his brows wrinkle. perhaps he should have brought the cake out to the table before lighting the candles. yukhei holds his breath in, afraid he might accidentally blow them out. the water he hears running from the bathroom. he gets to the table with a flame still adorning every candle. he centers the cake to the middle and then every light that is on he closes. the kitchen. the living space. the hallway and even the light in the entryway is off. all that is left are the candles and the sliver of light from under the bathroom door.

yukhei looks between the cake and where you are. he hears the water shut. “babe?” he calls, glancing at the candles burning away.

seconds pass and the bathroom door opens. your hair has been fixed. your face has been washed of the sleep and tears. the light you switch off and you are about to ask what he has decided to eat. but then you look up to find darkness. your heart skips and your movements freeze. the words on the tip of your tongue disappears. then slowly you take one step and then another and another until you see the reason for this.

against the soft glow of the candles, you see his face. you don’t miss his smile or the reflection of the flames in his eyes. his arms rise above his head. 

“surprise!” yukhei giggles delightedly.

washing your face and freshening up has been pointless because you feel the hard tugs in your chest and the immediate sting to your eyes and your nose. then in the quietness as your gaze shifts from the cake to him, you hear his murmured three, two, one countdown. yukhei starts clapping to the beat of your birthday song that he sings loud and proud. you chuckle breathlessly and each step to him to has your eyes turning hazier and your world spinning quicker. you are besides him right as he finishes the song. yukhei cheers and kisses you a handful times on your cheek. you blink back the tears welling up more and more. but it’s useless because they slide down your face. you try your best to quickly wipe them away with the sleeve of the sweatshirt before your arms wrap around his middle. he leans forward to press his forehead to yours.

“do you like it?” he teases.  

you sniffle. “i just washed my face,” your voice wavers with a pathetic chuckle because your emotions are seriously getting the best of you tonight. 

yukhei giggles and watches you slightly pull away to wipe your eyes again. “you know, i thought about barging into the bathroom with the cake. but i didn’t think you would like it very much,” he whispers with a playful smile.

your own laugh slips from your mouth, remembering his story of how the six of them had forced their way into the bathroom with a cake for ten’s birthday. how ten had failed miserably to close the door on all of them. how they had sang him his birthday song with him on the toilet. you shake your head with another sniffle and soft laughter. 

“no, babe, i wouldn’t like it,” you tell him, the glow of the flames highlighting the glassiness of your eyes and your smile.

yukhei drops a short kiss your forehead. “make your wish before the candles burn out.” he tries to step away, but you go back to him first and press a slow and deep kiss to his mouth. he grunts, pleased with it before you release his lips. your arms fall from him and his hand you reach to intertwine fingers. you turn around and walk the two steps closer to the table and cake. yukhei follows your steps and stands behind you. then your eyes shut and you wish for what you have had for the last two birthdays with a little something extra. 

you wish for health, happiness and more birthdays and moments with him. you wish for continuing success for him and you with your jobs and the future. 

your eyes open and you take a deep breath. in two tries the tiny flames goes out. yukhei whoops loudly and you laugh breathlessly. 

darkness fills the apartment but you are holding onto the sun. 

yukhei pulls you back to him and despite the lack of lighting, he presses kisses to the center of your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally to your mouth. “happy birthday, babe,” he murmurs, the smile on his face you feel against your skin. 

you lift your intertwined hands and pucker your mouth to the back of his. “thank you.” 

“let me get the lights.” he lets you go and the lights are switched back on. only a second it is for you to see the balloons surrounding you. a tiny gasp you let out and the light clatter of plates in the kitchen you hear. you tug one down, admiring translucent ballon that has colorful and shiny circular confetti dotting all over the inside. you sniffle the slightest again and chew on the inside of your cheeks.

he is something else. 

when yukhei comes out of the kitchen a moment later holding two plates and two forks and the plastic cake server on it, he catches the sight of you pulling down the matte rose gold balloon. you don’t seem to notice him walking towards you until he is right behind you. your head turns to him as he places the items in his hands down on the table. his hand rises to cradle your cheek. you let go of the balloon and press a kiss to the middle of his palm. 

“you’re a romantic,” you whisper with the corners of your mouth turning upwards.

yukhei laughs, warmth covering his cheeks suddenly at your words. but then he shakes his head. "this is nothing, baby,” he tells you truthfully because he has read about romantic gestures and seen them in dramas and movies to know this isn’t much and doesn’t compare to them. yukhei leans forward to kiss you quickly before taking a step back from you to pull out the chair for you to sit. once you do, he tugs the other chair around the table until it is next to you and takes a seat too. 

you bring the cake closer, noting the small rectangular topper with the name of one of your favorite bakeries tucked between the chocolate curls. the strawberries, the shine muscats and the blueberries look fresh and glossy from the sugar syrup. the chocolate disc with ‘happy birthday’ written in calligraphy is so pretty and neat in between the two perfectly round raspberry macarons. you pick up a chocolate curl and put it in your mouth, smiling as it melts smoothly on your tongue. 

yukhei pulls out the candles that have been burned more than halfway and drops them onto table. he reaches for the plastic cake server and hands it to you to make the first cut. you take it with whispered words of gratitude and when that plastic cake server is pushed through layers of vanilla sponge and fresh cream and fruit, yukhei plants a kiss to your cheek. then a second cut you make and it’s a big slice with a piece of every fruit and chocolate curls. you carefully slide the cake server underneath the slice and lift it up, hoping to keep it in tact. a plate yukhei lifts towards you. with a slight flick of your wrist, the piece of cake falls down with a tiny plop. you push the slice to him.

“you’re suppose to get the first piece. it’s your birthday,” yukhei reminds you.

but you shush him with a quick peck on his mouth and turn back to cut yourself a slice that is just as big with all the fruits as well. a fork he hands to you and one keeps for himself. yukhei stares at you with a small grin while you dig the fork into your piece. 

if you don’t take the first slice, yukhei will make sure you at least take the first bite. you lift up the fork and eat the mouthful you have cut. the sponge is soft and light. the cream is just sweet enough. the strawberry you got with it tastes juicy and a little tart for balance. he giggles when you make a sound of happiness. 

you and your sweet tooth are satisfied. 

“good?” yukhei questions, lifting a finger to gently wipe the bit of cream from the corner of your lips. 

your eyes twinkle. “the best,” you say as he puts that bit of it in his mouth. yukhei smiles at the sweetness on his tongue and on your face.

you are worth it all.

and the cake that you have declared the best and that he wholeheartedly agrees with when he takes his first bite is demolished by you and him. more than half of it is gone. the chocolate disc he leaves to you but the macarons are shared with one each. yukhei comes out of the kitchen with two mugs of warm water to wash away the sugar of the cake. he places them on the table before sitting back down in his seat. your legs rises to rest over his thighs and his hands settle on your skin, caressing it seconds later. you pick up the mug and bring it to your lips. the warm water feels good down your throat. yukhei does the same, taking two long sips and placing the mug down. he stares up at the balloons slightly moving and swaying above and after one more sip, you place your mug besides his. your hand covers his and yukhei turns to look at you upon your soft touch.

you smile fondly. “are you sure you don’t want anything else to eat?” the food you and him had mentioned of ordering had been forgotten in place of the birthday celebration.

yukhei laughs and points to the cake still on the table. “look at how much we ate! i’m good right now.” he playfully pats his stomach. 

a little closer you lean into him. “i don’t want you waking up in the middle of the night hungry,” you whisper with a chuckle. 

because even if yukhei says he is full or even after he has had a big meal, his stomach growls in the middle of the night. he doesn’t, can't sleep and has no choice but to get out of bed for something to fill his stomach. most times it’s ramen. sometimes it’s cereal when he wants something a little sweet. he has also ordered burgers, fries and even fried chicken and rice. you have woken up to his empty side of the bed many times. nearly every time this happens, you end up sitting next to him. his food he always share with you with a boyish smile. and even if sometimes you don’t eat with him, you stay up with him to keep him company.  

“my offer stands if you want something else to eat… even if it is a cup of ramen.”

yukhei laughs and nods. “i really am good right now. but if i do get hungry in the middle of the night, i will be sure to wake you up for that cup of ramen.”

a kiss you place on his cheek. “i’ll be all yours,” you whisper with a smile. 

he leans in until his forehead is touching yours. his gaze is warm and the curve of his mouth is shy and teasing. “and here i thought you already were.” he softly scoffs. 

your face heats. your arms shift to encircle his waist, clutching onto the soft material of his shirt. he lifts an arm to settle behind you on the chair. you look up at him, leaning back a little for your head to rest on the crook of his elbow. 

“always.” 

always he has your heart. forever you want with him. 

yukhei chuckles and kisses your slightly puckered lips. he pulls back and nods. “and me for you. always.” 

you hum in affirmation and turn your head, your gaze dancing between the balloons that gently move about. “i really like the balloons,” you gush quietly. “the clear ones are so pretty.” 

“yeah?” you hear the joy in his voice. “i looked up a shop for balloons closest to the dorms. the store i found has a website. it was the first time i’ve seen the clear confetti ones. i thought they were pretty and that you might like them too,” he states proudly.

you nod against him, but your brows furrow in confusion and curiosity. “how did you get the balloons and the cake tonight?” because from the apartment to the dorms is a good thirty minutes away with no traffic. from the performance venue to the apartment is at least an hour away. with the timing of the concert and their set being one of the last ones, you know he can’t fly.  

yukhei chuckles softly. “i ordered everything earlier this week. manager had someone help me pick up the balloons and the driver drove me to the bakery to pick up the cake before bringing me here. a part of me was scared that i was going to be late and they were going to close. but i got there in time.” he scratches his head and grins bashfully. “i would’ve had come back with only balloons if they did.”

you lift your head and he casts his eyes down at you. your arms still around him, you give his middle another tiny squeeze. “even without a cake or the balloons, i would have still been happy.” you smile fondly at him. 

having him here after the time apart is the best birthday he can give you. 

his cheeks heat and yukhei feels the tugs to his heart. “but do you know what this means though?” he questions softly, the playfulness laced in his voice.

you shakes his head. “what?”

he sighs dramatically, but his eyes shine with happiness. “what am i going to do next year?” his laughter immediately fills the cozy apartment. what his schedules will be like he doesn’t have an inkling of. what is lined up for him he isn’t sure. but if he has the opportunity to see you, be with you and give you what you deserve, yukhei will try his best. 

you chuckle and a moment passes before you hold up your index finger. “i have one suggestion.”

yukhei arches an eyebrow in curiosity. you tug him closer and rest you mouth alongside his ear. your smile yukhei feels even if he doesn’t see it. “nothing.” you shift to look at him. there’s a surprised grin on his face. “as long as you’re by my side, i will be happy.”

the smile on his face expands. his heart swells in his chest. yukhei nods faintly, his big eyes filled with love. “romantic,” he declares softly for you to hear. 

always you accuse him of it. 

you giggle and your hand rises to cradle his jaw. “hmm, only for you.”

yukhei bobs his head approvingly at your response, his warm eyes darts between the sparkle in your gaze and the curve of your pretty lips. slowly he tilts forward to graze your mouth. the back of your head settles against his arm again. you whine at the handful of teasing nips he leaves on your lips until you cannot take it anymore and close the gap. yukhei chuckles into the kiss, trapping you between the chair and his body. your hand falls to clutch onto his shirt. the butterflies dance in your stomach and his brain and body tells him he needs more of you. 

it has been too long since he has kissed you like this. 

his hand on your knee rises to your face. the angle yukhei turns your head allows his tongue to slide into your mouth. your whimper in delight and nudge him back the slightest to give you room to sit up. he groans between the heavy breaths and wet sounds of your mouths before doing so. he is hungry for more and you don’t want to let go yet. for a little longer, noses stroke and bump each other. grips on one another are strong. he and you enjoy the perfect fit of your lips together. 

your breathing is rapid and your heart is pounding when you finally part. yukhei chases after your mouth for one more hard kiss before he is chuckling through his own uneven breaths. your hand rests on his chest, feeling the fast beats of his heart. his hand remains cradling your cheek. you hum, watching through dazed eyes at the dreamy smile on his face. you are about to speak, but yukhei comes back for more kisses. your mouth and body instinctively responds, kissing him back with as much fervor. when yukhei shifts away minutes later, you stare as he licks his swollen lips. you fight for air to fill your lungs again and brush the pad of your thumb over his very wet grinning mouth. 

“hi.” 

yukhei laughs breathlessly and hugs you to him. “i’ve missed kissing you.” 

it's an understatement though because he has missed a lot of things with you. 

he lowers his head to tuck it against your neck. faint and short consecutive kisses you feel on your skin. you whimper quietly and let him stay in place. you let him dot those kisses and let him hold you as close as he wants to until your breathing slowly evens out.

“can i make a suggestion?” you ask softly, setting soothing pats on his shoulder. 

one more little kiss and yukhei lifts his head. “on your birthday? you can make as many suggestions as you wish,” he says. 

you brush the sides of his hair. your eyes soften as you stare at him. “how about we can do a little more kissing after you shower? it’s late, babe. and even if you’re going to deny it, i know you are tired,” you whisper lovingly. underneath the makeup he is wearing, you know there is evidence of his exhaustion and lack of sleep. and with his schedule still tomorrow, you want him to have the proper rest. “okay?”

yukhei winks, the expression on his face playful and cute. “i’m superman, baby.” he chuckles and wiggles his brows. 

the corners of your mouth curls. “and i bet even superman gets tired himself, too.” 

a soft smile forms on his face. this is one battle he won’t win against you, yukhei knows. he nods slowly then. “i would still very much like to kiss you later,” he cutely requests. 

and you laugh, giving him a sweet peck to last until that time comes. you move your legs off of him. “i’ll clean everything up here,” you assure him. “you can go shower.” 

yukhei shifts and stands. he reaches for his mug, taking a quick gulp of the water that has cooled. you get up too and the mug down yukhei puts down before he stretches. an unexpected loud yawn comes out. he giggles shyly at being caught with his current undeniable state as his arms drop to his sides. he takes a few steps away from you and walk towards the coffee table. the watch around his wrist he unclasps, placing it next to his bag before turning around. you place the server on the plate and lift up the leftover cake. yukhei gets to where you are. 

“you sure you don’t want help?” 

your head you shake. “i got it, babe,” you assure him. another yawn he lets out and you shoo him towards the bathroom. “i finished the bottle of remover today. but there’s should be another one in the mirror.”

yukhei grins and kisses your cheek. “cool. thanks.”

off to the bathroom you watch him go and towards the kitchen you bring the leftover cake.

the lights yukhei switches on. he runs a hand over his jawline. you are correct. he is tired. but still, he thinks it’s worth it for tonight. his contacts he takes out and discards. glasses he prefers and a relief it is to have them out because he blinks quickly for a brief moment. 

he’s about to reach for the clear green bottle of makeup remover you always keep on counter before he remembers what you said. his hand moves to the mirror, pulling it open to look for what he needs. toners, serums, cleansing waters and other various skincare products there are but yukhei doesn’t see what he currently needs. he double checks it, turning over a few of them in case the design of the product has changed. his brows wrinkle. 

“babe?” 

his voice you hear while the flaps of the cake box you slip into the slit. 

“did you find it?” you call, picking up the box and walking over to the refrigerator to put it inside.

a response you don’t get though and soon enough after the door is shut, you pad across the tiled kitchen floors and wood floors to the bathroom. “did you find it?” you ask again, seeing him lift up the small jar of eye cream when you get to the door.

“are you sure you have it?” yukhei puts the product back and looks at you. “or do i have to sleep with glitter and eyeshadow tonight?” he asks with a tiny laugh.

you chuckle. “i don’t mind, babe. you look good.” the wink you throw his way causes him to playfully clutch his heart and swoon. you walk over to where he stands and your eyes scan over the products. what you thought you had in there you don’t see. “i thought i had it here. let me check the bedroom.” you turn and leave, going to the bedroom and switching on the lights. 

the small sized shopping bag that you have been using for storage of extra beauty products you look through. it takes a second and successful you are, pulling out the clear green bottle. you return to the bathroom with the item he needs in your hand. but once at the doorway, you find yukhei leaning against the wall. his head is lowered. he is yawning again.  

in bed he needs to be. sleeping he should be doing.  

it takes a second until yukhei realizes your presence and pushes himself off the wall with a laugh. but almost instantly, he is yawning once more. this time his hand rises up to cover it. his gaze spots the product in your hand and there’s a faint tired smile ghosting his face when his hand falls. there is also a slight droop to his eyes, a telltale sign that he’s not getting enough rest. 

“thanks,” he states, reaching for what he needs.

but you shake your head. your free hand rises. you pat him on the chest to stop him from getting what he wants. “are you going to make me sleep with all of this on?” yukhei asks amusingly.

the giggle that slips from your lips is sweet. “no, i’m not going to make you wear it to sleep.” 

he chuckles. “then can i have it?”

you take a step to him, kiss him warmly. “can you sit for me?” you answer, the ends of your mouth curling. an eyebrow of his rises and he’s wondering what you are up to. “you don’t trust me, babe?” you tease with your own eyebrow rising.  

his gaze narrows at you because he is certain you are up to something. regardless yukhei glances around. the countertop. the hamper basket. then he takes the few steps to the toilet, putting down the cover before taking a seat. he looks at you as you reach for the little jar of cotton pads and move to stand in front of him between his open legs. the items in your hands are placed by the edge of the counter besides the both of you. his large hands settles on your hips while he stares up at you.

you look down, examining the makeup. “you know, i really do like this look on you tonight. the eyeshadow is subtle but the glitter is so dramatic,” you note approvingly.

yukhei snorts, the light in the bathroom catching the glitter on his skin and the twinkle in his eyes. you are not sure what is currently shining brighter. “i’ll see if i can make a request for this look again. we have another performance next week.”

you smile and take a step backwards, lightly nudging his long legs to close. 

“move back for me,” you instruct him. 

yukhei follows your directions without a word. there’s a delighted curve of his mouth when you take a step forward again and find a seat on his thighs with your legs on either side of him. 

his hands find your hips at once, gently massaging your flesh over your shorts. “what are you up to?” he laughs as he leans to in to leave a peck on your mouth.  

your eyes widen playfully and you lift a finger to your lips. “shhh.”

in the quietness then, yukhei watches with amusement while you pick up the bottle of makeup remover. you tear off the perforated plastic around the cap and throw it into the small wastebasket by your feet between the sink and the toilet. you shake the bottle until the layers of liquid blend. the cap you twist open and place on the counter. the tiny silver seal you pull off and discard too. then the lid on the jar of cotton pads you lift off and place next to the cap. a cotton pad you take out and yukhei stares at you pouring just enough of the remover onto it before putting the bottle down. your attention returns to him.

he has an inkling of what you are about to do now.

“close your eyes for me,” you direct him with a grin.

yukhei smiles bright and boyish and does what you say. the wet cotton pad you lift up and gently, you hold it against his eye. 

“ten, nine…”

he listens to your countdown, his heart tickled with joy. 

“one.”

immediately yukhei makes a quiet sound of a rocket zooming into space. “blast off,” he whispers enthusiastically.

you chuckle and remove the cotton pad. most of the color is gone. “don't open yet.” you put a hand underneath his chin to tilt his head a little. with his eyes remaining close, a smile remain ghosting his face and in silence, you dab away the rest of the pretty eyeshadow off. you carefully sweep of the glitter. you clean the color off his brows as well.

“left eye is done,” you announce.

yukhei opens both eyes. you show him the dirtied cotton pad with a beam. 

“how do i look?” he laughs, imagining the sight of his jekyll and hyde eyes.

you hum. “still the most handsome,” you tell with a wink.

he leans into you for a sweet kiss on your grinning mouth before you toss away the unusable item in your hand. you reach for another cotton pad and yukhei looks on once more as you do what you had previously did. when you put the bottle of remover down and turn to him, yukhei closes his eyes without your instructions. you laugh underneath your breath and in seconds, you hold the wet cotton pad over his right eye. another quiet countdown you begin as you feel his touch rise a bit to sneak beneath his sweatshirt on your body. yukhei chuckles at the tiny yelp you release with the little tickle he gives you.

the cotton pad you remove after one and his head you tilt up a again. you work on the removing the remaining eyeshadow in the continued quietness. once all the brown color is completely off, you fold up the cotton pad slightly. his eyes slowly open when it touches the area of glitter. your fingers freeze, staring at him as he stares at you. there is an unashamed love struck grin on his face. 

“i trust you.” the slight puzzlement appears on your face briefly. “to answer your question from before… i trust you.” his hands softly run up your sides. “with every fiber of my body and every inch of my heart,” yukhei declares quietly and strongly. “hmm, just in case you didn’t know.” 

slowly you nod, feeling the prickling in your eyes and your heart skips. you lick at your lips. you press them together to stop the spread of a smile. but the attempt is a fail. you’re smiling as you go back to the task of getting the glitter off. butterflies dance in your stomach. your face heats and he keeps his eyes open and place you under the microscope of his intent and loving gaze. 

even after all this time, he has the biggest effect on you.

in a minute then the makeup on his eye is removed. “you’re done, babe,” you tell him, showing him the other dirtied cotton pad. 

his touch shifts to your lower back and you throw the cotton pad into the trash. yukhei puckers his mouth. you kiss him sweetly without hesitation. your hands go to his arms, slipping it underneath the short sleeves to caress the hardness of his muscles.

“do you know what i am thinking?” he smiles alongside your own smile. “how would you like a new job?” yukhei questions with his eyebrows rising up.

your eyebrow soon mirrors his. you chuckle breathlessly and your hands stop moving. “and what job would that be?” your hands come out from his sleeves. your arms rise and wrap around his neck, curiosity in your mind.

yukhei laughs. “my personal makeup remover,” yukhei proposes with a laugh and a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

immediately your own laughter echoes his. “and what are the qualifications for this job, babe?” you inquire, playing along with his silliness.

he chews on the corner of his lip for a second while he thinks. then an excited smile comes up. “you must know how to use a cotton pad and get out glitter and eyeshadow.” yukhei leans forward enough for his nose to bump yours and he giggles. “so what do you say, huh? i’ll talk to the company tomorrow. if you get this job, then we can see each other more. and when we travel, you can come with us. how does that sound to you?” he wiggles his eyebrows in a playful manner.

you bring him closer and kiss him once and twice. “i’ll have to think about,” you inform him teasingly. “i have to consider the salary, you know. and the benefits, vacation days and my insurance. so i might have to make myself some sort of a pro and con list just to see what my options are, babe,” you inform him.  

his face brightens. “i can name you a benefit and a pro right now.”

your brow arches. “really? and what would this benefit and pro be?”

yukhei clears his throat loudly and sits up straighter. he flashes you a smile that melts your heart and makes you want to coo and cuddle him. but you feign ignorance and your mouth twists into a slight frown. “i don’t know what you’re trying to get at, yukhei.” 

mischief yukhei sees flicker in your eyes and there’s an immediate pout on his face. “my heart is hurt, baby,” he playfully huffs out. 

a giggle escapes from you and you go to him again. then one kiss after another you bestow onto his mouth until that pout disappears and his handsome and charming smile makes another return. 

“tease,” he murmurs alongside the sweet curve of your lips.

you hum in confirmation and yukhei chuckles, shaking his head. slowly you pull back and examine the other layer of makeup he still has on his face. “you should wash the rest off now and shower,” you quietly tell him. 

he takes a long deep breath and releases it before nodding. his hands stay on you as you stand. he gently grips and strokes your thighs before his touch drops and you move away from him. you place the lid back on the jar of the cotton pads and the cap on the bottle of makeup remover. yukhei stands and you look at him. 

“you need anything else?” you ask.

yukhei stretches, his long arms going up high to touch the ceiling that is still out of reach. his shirt rises and you see the band his boxer briefs peeking out from the edge of his jeans. slowly he lowers his arms and another yawn yukhei lets out before he speaks. “i’m good. thanks.”

you quickly wash your hands and dry them off on the hand towel hanging. “hmm, just call if you do.” 

a final fleeting little kiss he gives you. the ends of his lips twitch up. “go make your pro and con list, baby,” he whispers.

you giggle, taking steps away from him and closing the door behind you.

the water running you hear immediately with your steps to the bathroom closet. the door you open, reaching for the magenta hair dryer in the basket with your curling iron. you shut the door and walk into the living room towards the coffee table to put it down. the throw blanket you fold back up neatly and stack it with the pillow to place at the end of the couch. your phone you bring into the bedroom, putting it on your bedside table.

then you make your way out and to the table. the candles you dump onto the plates and you bring them into the kitchen and put into the sink. you go back out to retrieve the mugs. the water you pour out and the mugs you rinse. the candles your throw away and the plates and utensils are cleaned off with a little dish soap and warm water. you dry them all and put them back into the cabinet and drawer where they belong. the counter and the table you wipe up as well. the chairs are put back in place opposite of one another at the table. and once the balloons are gathered up, tied to the plastic heart shaped weight again and placed at the center of table like a bouquet, you stand in the kitchen in front of the opened freezer door. 

the package of frozen buns with the red bean filling you still have. that could work for the morning you think. or cereal or yogurt when you open the refrigerator to check. fried rice is also possible if he would like that because a bowl of leftover rice sits besides the leftover cake. 

you walk to the cabinet then, pulling it open. ramen you always have in the house. for a snack or midnight emergencies, it is a staple in the apartment. you reach for the last three packages of spicy ramen. one of yours and his favorites and place them on the counter.

just in case he will be hungry in a few hours. 

and if not, this can also work in the morning too.

“what are you doing?” his voice makes you jump back the slightest as your hand immediately goes to your chest, feeling the quick thumping of your heart. you twist around to look at him and yukhei chuckles guiltily. “sorry, i thought you would have heard the bathroom door.”

you stare at the innocent curl of his mouth and how he stands before you with nothing but the fluffy white towel wrapped low around his hips. the irony of this sight. 

“i didn’t,” you emphasize, feeling your face warm. 

yukhei walks the few steps to you. the glare you shoot him causes the giggle to roll pass his lips. his body is damp but he still pulls you close and you let him. your hands run up his sides and over his chest, feeling the suppleness of his flesh. no matter how many times you have seen him, have outlined the muscles and touched his body, he is a work of art. the soft whimper underneath your breath you let out and he hears it so clearly because yukhei moans quietly under his own breath. too long it has been since you have touched him like this. a deep breath you take and the scent of vanilla you recognize. your heartstrings are pulled on for another time of the night.

he sways your bodies slightly. “i didn’t mean to scare you,” yukhei apologizes once more and kisses your forehead. you say nothing though and pucker your mouth instead. another kind of kiss you want and another kiss and more yukhei gives you because he is pressing a dozen very wet kisses to your lips and cheeks until you’re laughing and squirming with happiness. 

“you’re forgiven!” 

yukhei only holds onto you tighter and closer when he finally lifts his head up with a wide smile. “what were you doing anyway?” he asks. you turn your head and he follows, his eyes finding the packets of ramen that are placed on the countertop. he laughs and glances back at you. 

“just so i can be prepared…” you whisper, the embarrassed smile forming. “in case you get hungry later.” 

the warmth spreads in his chest and yukhei slowly tips forward. the brush of his mouth is affectionate and you lift your arms to slither around his naked middle, your short nails grazing his skin. his beam when he releases your mouth is goofy and love drunk. yukhei presses his forehead to yours and stares at you fondly for a moment before closing his eyes. 

how he loves having you in his embrace. how he enjoys your touch on him. how he has really missed this.

and then you and him stay like this until you feel it. 

it's tiny. it’s cold. it plops gently onto your skin. 

“yukhei…” 

he hums lazily. you feel it again and you are certain he doesn’t realize it. yukhei opens his eyes to see you grinning faintly at him. he hums again, waiting patiently for you to speak. 

“baby, you’re dripping,” you finally inform him with giggles.

as if on cue, another water droplet falls from the strands of his wet hair and onto you. your arms move back yet he makes no intention of letting you go. instead there’s a hint of trouble in his gaze as he smirks confidently. yukhei leans into you once more and his mouth rest besides your ear. his warm breath grazes your skin. 

“that’s supposed to be my line.”

his voice is low and his tone is teasing and it takes a good ten seconds before you’re laughing from embarrassment at what he truly means. you swat at his chest with the back of your hand as your face heats. but yukhei finds it too entertaining, recalling in his mind the pretty and desperate sounds you make when you want him. he leaves a nip on your beaming lips and finally lets you go. he winks and turns around, sauntering out of the kitchen in a dance. you close the cabinet door and walk the same path he does. you lean against the doorframe and watch him pull open the second drawer of the right dresser. 

yukhei glances up at you momentarily. “is there something you need, babe?” he asks with a laugh, picking up a pair of boxer briefs.

you hum while you walk to stand next to him. “can i make a request?” he’s looking back at you again, noting the twinkle in your eyes. he clears his throat and takes half a step back. he holds out his hand towards the drawer, inviting you to choose a pair. you glance down at his drawer of underwear and in a few seconds you find the one you are looking for.

the black pair of boxer briefs with the hot pink leopard band you hold up for him.

he tosses the pair in his hand back into the drawer. “and why did you choose this pair?” yukhei grins and takes the item from your hands.

“because…” you erase the distance between your bodies and grip softly to his naked sides. your mouth brushes his. you suckle at his bottom lip seductively and then back away. “then we will be matching.”

now it’s yukhei’s turn to make the connection before he is certain of what you are talking about. the hot pink pair of simple hip huggers that is soft and smooth around the supple curves of your bottom. yukhei grunts and chews on his lower lip, the image of you in just that forming in his brain. he’s about to wrap his arm around you but you move quicker. you throw a wink at him like he had done so to you minutes ago in the kitchen and blow him a kiss. yukhei watches with a light shake of his head and a broad smile on his face. you walk backwards to the door, still eyeing him as his hand goes to the towel.

he wiggles his eyebrows. “you don’t want a show?” he smirks.

you shake your head again and laugh. “come out when you get dressed.”

with that you leave the bedroom and make your way to the couch.

and yukhei emerges in seconds wearing nothing but the pair of boxer briefs you had chosen. for the most part, he likes the freedom from clothes unless it’s too cold. you don’t complain though because each time you get to admire every inch of him. he ruffles his hair with the towel that was around his waist and spots you sitting on the couch, the magenta hair dryer plugged in and in your hand.

he chuckles. “what are we doing?”

you give what you are holding a little wave. “i thought maybe since you were tired, this might be a little faster,” you scrunch up your nose. “so you can sleep.”

onto the arm of the couch you shift back to sit. you pat the spot you had occupied with your foot and yukhei stares at you with an expanding smile before moving across the wood floors to meet you. he plops himself onto the couch and slips his feet from his slippers. he sits between your open legs and moves a bit to get comfortable. his long legs he stretches out and the towel in his hand he puts on the back of the couch. your legs bend and yukhei lifts his arms enough for them to be tucked against his sides. then his arms drop back down and soon enough he covers your knees with his large hands. 

the hair dryer you switch on. the warm air against his head and skin feels nice. his thumbs brush circles over your skin. yukhei closes his eyes with a pleased grin while your fingers run through his hair and softly massage his scalp each time. he feels all his muscles and his entire body relax from the warmth and the closeness. a few minutes it takes before the hair dryer is turned off. yukhei opens his eyes and his thumbs stop their motions. you put the hair dryer on top of the couch, making sure it doesn’t fall as he lifts a hand to go through his heated soft locks. 

“you’re good to sleep now, babe,” you hear his laughter and he looks up at you. 

his hand falls and yukhei hugs your legs to him once more. “thanks.” 

“anytime,” you respond back. 

he makes no movement to let your legs go from his sides so you wrap your arms around his neck. you lean forward and down to hug him tight. you breath in the scent on his skin and a smile forms on your face. 

“you smell nice,” you comment quietly.

yukhei turns his head to find the shy curve on your face. he catches your mouth. the tip of his nose touches yours and he hums, satisfied at your observation. “i smell like you.”

like vanilla. like home. 

you’re giggling soon enough and he gives you an adoring kiss before he leans slightly back into you. he rests his head on your shoulder. a hand of yours descends to gently and affectionately stroke his bare chest and yukhei stares at you with a warm gaze through the ends of his fluffy hair. 

your face heats and you make a little noise in your throat. “what?” 

yukhei licks his lips. his shy grin comes up on his face. he clears his throat quietly. “how is it that today is your birthday and i come back hoping to do something nice for you. but then you end taking care of me,” he says in awe and with an airy chuckle because really, yukhei thinks it should be the other way around.

you look at the adorable puppy look that suddenly appears on his face. you shake your head, hoping whatever he is thinking and he feeling, vanishes. he should not feel bad. never should he have to. you lean in closer. you brush your mouth against him and remember what he had said to you earlier in the evening. 

your sweet beam forms in front of him. stars flicker in your eyes. “because as long as the day ends in ‘y,’ i will always take care of you,” you whisper truthfully to him.  

instantly yukhei recalls his own words. 

they are a different variation, but it means the same.

i love you.   

yukhei chuckles at your cleverness. he tilts his head a little up to press a few more kisses to you before his mouth drops with faint laughs. “hmm, i forgot i have something for you.” he pulls away from you and reaches for his bag on the coffee table. “but you have to close your eyes first,” he instructs.

you hum and an eyebrow rises in amusement. but yukhei waits patiently for you to do so before he will open his bag. so you oblige and immediately upon your closed eyes, you hear him laughing again and feel the slight movements from him. 

his glasses cases yukhei pulls out first for his gold round frames. then his phone he takes out, placing it on the coffee table because his alarms he must remember to set. then lastly, his wallet yukhei tugs out for what he is really looking for. 

“no peeking,” he giggles.

“i'm not, babe,” you assure him with a shake of your head.

yukhei opens his wallet and takes out what he needs before he drops the it back into his bag. he places the bag back on the coffee table again and in a few seconds, you feel him come back to the same position leaning against you. even with your eyes closed, your hands instinctively run over his shoulders and shift down his chest to hold him close again. but then he takes a hand of yours and places something in your palm. 

it’s paper you can feel. but it’s a tiny bit thicker. the corners are a little rounded and your brows furrow.   

he clears his throat. “okay, you can look now,” yukhei announces with a deep low chuckle.

the few stars you blink away when you finally open your eyes. you’re greeted first by the handsome sight of him and his gold round glasses adorning his face. but then you turn your gaze to what he has put in your hand and realize the reason for the paper material and rounded corners. instantly your pretty laughter surrounds him.

“we filmed an unboxing video and i pulled it,” he informs you through the shakes of his shoulders because his laughter follows yours. you bring the photocard closer, studying the handsome picture of him. how he has made millions crazy doesn’t compare to how he has made you crazy, dizzy with his love. “i thought you might like it.” yukhei tells you with a confident beam.

a hand remains on his chest and your gaze turns to him. “i like it, but…” his face is glowing. he is one of a kind. there is no one like him. you tilt towards him, your nose nuzzling his for a moment. he raises his hand to cover yours and squeezes it gently. alongside his mouth your lips slowly curl. “the real thing is better.” 

yukhei makes a sound of approval of your smooth words before he breaks out into shy giggles. 

“romantic,” he accuses you for the second time of the night. 

a soft kiss he presses on your mouth. you pull away and sit up a bit with a chuckle, running your free hand through his still slightly warm locks. his gaze drops and his touch returns to your knees. his caresses are featherlike before his touches travel down your naked legs as yours soon move across his upper back and shoulder blades.

“when is your next scheduled appointment?” you quietly inquire.

yukhei smiles to himself, knowing your fingertips and gaze are focused on the partially inked animal on his skin. the simple outline he had first gotten done in the middle of the summer. details he has been adding to it in multiple sessions. too big and too much it is for him to have it done in one session and for it to be healing properly in between his filming and promotions. 

“i made one for after the end of promotions. but depending on if something changes with the schedule, the guy said he can see me at anytime if i just give him a little bit of notice.”  

you trace the mouth of the animal. so strong and protective it is. just like him. “i’m excited to see how it will look like once it’s finally finished. it feels like a long while ago since you had part of it done,” you comment. 

yukhei hums. “you know what i was thinking about?” you stroke the animal. he shifts in his seat to glance up at you clearly. “about maybe getting another one. maybe something smaller. what do you think?” 

a breathless chuckle comes out from your mouth. he’s not finished with one and already thinking about another. you look down at the exposed lion on his ribs.

he had chosen the animal himself. to the tiniest details on it, carefully he had pondered and made sure everything was perfect before he had made the appointment and surprised you with his choice. then you had asked him about it. you had been curious of the muzzle he was going to put over the lion’s mouth. yukhei had chuckled. his eyes had darted between your face and your hand he was playing with. 

“did you know the lion in all his fierceness wouldn’t hurt anything if wasn’t hungry. the lion in all his fierceness only bites in hunger. that’s why i like them so much.” yukhei had looked at you then. “they are fierce when they need to be.” 

you had hummed, smiling faintly at how low and deep his voice turned. always it had become that way when he wanted to explain something carefully and thoughtfully, hoping to get his message across clearly. 

“and the muzzle?” your free hand had risen to sweep back the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes. 

a faint grin had formed on his face. “for control. i want a reminder for myself to never hurt anyone and to be kind. to always love and protect the people i am with no matter what. success will mean nothing if i don’t have the people i love besides me.” 

his reasoning and explanation had warmed your heart.

your hand yukhei had clasped tightly. a soft kiss he had pressed to the back of it. he had chuckled quietly and pulled you closer, clinging onto you with his face nuzzled to your cheek like the animal soon to be on his skin. 

and now you meet his gaze. yukhei chews on his lower lip waiting for your response. “i think as long as you are happy with another, i will be too.” you tell him with sincerity and honesty. “besides, i like them on you. like i told you after the first time, you look hot with them.” your cheeks are heated as you bite back your widening smile. 

even after all this time, even if you have kissed and touched the most intimate parts of his body, simply telling him he is attractive still makes your heart flutter. 

yukhei pushes up his glasses, a shine in his wide eyes. “if i am being honest here, babe, i never pegged you for a lover of tattoos.” his comment draws an immediate giggle from you. “i should have been getting them earlier if i knew they were such a turn on for you.” yukhei finishes his words with a wink.

you shift your feet and plant them softly on his thighs. “do you know where you might want it this time?”

his large hand moves to the right side of his chest. the ends of his mouth curls as he pats it gently. “maybe here. what do you think?” yukhei questions you again, his large eyes turning into crescents. . 

your hand slips underneath his, feeling the softness of his chest. you hum and bob your head slowly. “i think wherever and whatever you choose, i'm excited to see.” you turn to look at him, smiling sweetly before both your arms wrap around his neck once more. “but i do have a question about something?” yukhei sees the glow in your eyes. “do i have a front row seat if you get it?” 

yukhei chuckles instantly and quickly places a gentle kiss to your mouth. “it’s already been reserved for you, baby.” 

you coo at his words before quietly giggling and leaning in to kiss him again and again. he tugs gently at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. even if he is sitting in your arms, yukhei wants you closer. noses stroke against one another’s and he swallows your quiet sigh between hungry mouths. yukhei twists around the slightest, legs bending and ready to pull you down to him so he can face you better and kiss you harder. but his movements have the opposite effects because you let his mouth go. immediately yukhei pulls you back to him and captures your slightly swollen lips between his own again. his hand comes up to cradle your cheek and you feel his other gently grip onto your thighs as he tries again to bring you down to him. a little nip you leave on his lower lip and you shift away again.  

there’s a slight dazed look on his face. a deep chuckle comes out from his wet plump lips. “come back,” he begs and playfully pouts.   

never fully satiated he is. always he wants more of you and your kisses.

your gaze sparkles. you lightly shake your head with a little laugh. “you’re going to make me crush the photocard by accident,” you remind him of the item in your hand. 

his eyes dances between the pretty curve of your mouth and the teasing look on your face. he has forgotten about it, distracted by the kisses and you. 

“it's okay. the real thing is better, right?” he recalls your compliment with a boyish grin and a wink.

you chuckle at once. “the best,” you emphasize. your free hand comes up, gently cupping his warm cheek. “and do you know what the real thing needs, hmm?” 

yukhei tilts his head back a bit and hums. “what would that be?” he questions, shifting his touch back to your legs. 

carefully you slide down, finding a seat on him. he beams happily at the closer contact and his arms wrap around you. he watches the faint curve of your lips form.  

“sleep.”

yukhei scrunches up his nose in playful displeasure. “really? because i’m thinking of something else.” his tone is teasing and it makes your cheeks warm because you know what he’s thinking.   

you have missed him in so many ways, too.

the few inches between your faces you erase. foreheads press together. your hand cradles his face again, the pad of your thumb stroking his cheeks. “more than anything, babe.” you give him a soft kiss. “but whether it will be in thirty minutes or in seven hours,” because insatiable you and him are for one another during your reunions. “you and i going to regret it when you fall asleep out of no where tomorrow.” he chuckles softly after your giggle. you don’t want his manager regretting his decision. “so what do you say we leave the proper reunion for next time and you sleep with me in a different way tonight?” you move your hand to place on his chest above the thumps of his heart. 

yukhei shifts, his hands going to hold onto your sides. there's a smile ghosting his face because he knows a part of you is correct, even if all he wants is you. yukhei nods slowly with a deep breath.

“okay. but for your information though, i will sleep with you any way, anytime and anywhere,” he states firmly with a shameless smile.   

your quiet laugh slips out your beaming mouth and your cheeks burn from his words. “then how about you hold me close in the bedroom in our bed in about ten to fifteen minutes,” you suggest innocently with a wink. 

but his brows wrinkle, the slight puzzlement apparent. “why ten to fifteen minutes?”

“because i haven’t washed up yet,” you inform him with the corners of your lips twitching up.

yukhei presses a few kisses to your cheek. “ten to fifteen minutes then.”

your pat his chest softly before you begin to move out of his hold and off of him. your place your bare feet on the wooden floors and stand. yukhei watches from behind as you go to your desk. you reach for the picture frame with the photograph of you and him from your first trip together. you turn it over, removing the backing and the picture inside to place the photocard in the lower left corner of the frame. 

“what are you doing?” he chuckles, staring at your back.

but all you do is hum contently. the photo of you and him is put on top of it and the backing you secure on again. the picture frame in your hand, you turn around to show him. yukhei releases an excited laugh instantly and you set it down besides your computer. you make your way back to him and slip into your slippers before walking to the side of the couch, unplugging the hair dryer to put away. his feet slide into his own pair of slippers. his phone he grabs as you extend your free hand for him to take. 

and yukhei does, standing up and pulling you to him. he looks at you and smiles. “do i still get to kiss you in bed?” 

you giggle. “i’ll be quick.”   

then his hand you let go and to two different directions you and him part towards. you to the bathroom closet to put away the hair dryer before going into the bathroom and him to the kitchen. 

half a glass of water yukhei drinks. then the glass is rinsed and the light he switches off. yukhei walks into the bedroom and his phone is placed on his bedside table. the comforter he pulls back. two pillows he rearranges for the ends of the bed for your and his feet. he gently kicks off his slippers and climbs into the bed. one and then another fluff yukhei gives his pillow before he lays down. the pillow feels like a cloud and his long arms and legs stretch out across the mattress. the bed at the dorms is comfortable, but this bed is a different kind of comfortable. 

it’s another kind of comfort. 

yukhei takes in a deep breath. everything smells of vanilla and florals and the spring fresh detergent. the tension and the tiredness in his body slowly loosens. your pillow he tugs to him to hug. he will give it back when you come. his free arm he folds and tucks underneath his head while a yawn he lets out. he hears the faint sound of the water running in the bathroom. he listens to the glass bottles against the countertops. 

his head turns, catching the clock on your bedside table and notes the numbers glaring in red. in eighteen minutes it will be midnight. yukhei lets out a short and quiet chuckle to himself. the difference between the last few minutes of his birthday and yours makes him wish for a machine to stop time. so you and him can catch up on the rest. so he can love you like only he is able to. so he can stay a little longer with you. another yawn comes out and yukhei reaches for his phone, awaiting for your return.

and when you leave the bathroom a few minutes later with your teeth brushed and your nightly skincare routine down, the lights you turn off too. the bouquet of balloons you take another glance at with a tiny grin and then the living space is in darkness. you pad quietly across the wooden floors towards the bedroom. but at the doorway, you freeze. 

your pillow he holds against his side, reminding you how you have done this on nights when you yourself really missed him too much. his phone he is clutching to the rise and fall of his chest. those round gold frames are still adorning his face over his closed eyes. 

surprised you are not at how he has apparently fallen asleep. 

you stare at him. too peaceful he looks right now and all you want to do is not wake him. so you stand at the door for a moment longer wondering how and hoping you will be able to help him remove those glasses and take the phone from out of his grasp without disruptions. 

“are you going to stand there or come join me, birthday girl?” the sudden question echoes in the bedroom and causes you to let out the quiet curse underneath your breath. yukhei cracks one eye open and then the other before chuckling softly. 

“i was trying to figure out how not to wake you up,” you say, a small smile ghosting your face. “i thought you fell asleep.” 

he shakes his head. “without you? never, babe. especially not today.” his gaze stays on you making your way to the window, tugging the curtains to leave a sliver of it open before turning towards the bed. “i gotta make sure your day ends the way you want,” he says happily with a beam. 

your feet slip out of those fuzzy pink slippers. the bed dips with your added weight when you climb on. you go to him on your knees. your pillow you tug out of his arm with a laugh because you want to take its place. yukhei smiles warmly, putting his phone down on his bedside table and lifting his arm to welcome you. he hums delightedly while you get comfortable against him. legs tangle and his arm hooks around you with his hand settling on your thigh. 

a kiss you press onto his mouth. “you’re here right now with me. my day is ending better than i could have ever imagined today,” you whisper, propping up an elbow to rest your head on your hand. you gaze down at him and observe the softness of his wide eyes and the curve of his lips etched on his face. “so, i'm happy.” 

yukhei hums quietly with a grip to his heart. “all i ever want is to make you happy,” he tells you sincerely. 

a moment passes. a breathless little laugh escapes you. “baby, you make me fly over the moon.”

how he has made you happy these last few years is indescribable. how he has changed your world into something unimaginable is a wonder you are still fascinated with. 

he is real and you are truly lucky to have him in your life.

another kiss you press onto his mouth and sweep across his cheek. then you nuzzle your face into his neck. for a little while it remains as is. it’s quiet. it's comfortable. it's just you and him in the world. your hand rises to rest on his chest. he feels the softness of your skin and you listen to the slow and calm breaths of his. you snuggle closer to him, pressing your body to his a little more. 

“the bed feels warmer with you in it,” you finally whisper into the night. “have i told you that before?” gradually you lift your head to look at him.   

yukhei smiles faintly. “no, you’ve never told me that before.” a tender graze of his pillowy lips is bestowed on your nose. “is that what you’re thinking about right now? that the bed feels warmer with me in it?” he murmurs teasingly with tugs in his chest. 

“hmm. and i am also thinking how tonight i’ll get to hug you instead of the your pillow tonight.” a shy quiet giggle follows your confession. 

he laughs deeply. “i told you we should’ve gotten that lion last time,” he whispers with a snap of his fingers. the trip to the furniture store months ago for his bedside table he recalls. the big and soft lion he had found and suggested to purchase only for you remind him that he had been the only thing you needed.  

you briefly chew on your lower lip with the warmth spreading across your face. “the real thing hugs better and keeps me much warmer,” you inform him, your eyes twinkling. 

at your words, yukhei promptly hugs you tighter. you laugh and the few centimeters between your mouth and his skin you disappear with the sweet puckers to his cheek.  

“what time are you getting picked up tomorrow?” you ask once you pull back.

a few more hours you have with him. 

“manager said he’s going to be here at nine,” yukhei answers, turning slightly to reach back for his phone. you watch in silence as he taps in his password and goes to his clock. then five alarms ten minutes apart he sets up starting at seven forty five to ensure he will be on time like he has promised. 

you stroke his chest affectionately. “i’ll wake up with you. maybe we can have breakfast together.” 

yukhei shakes his head at your words though. the idea of having a meal with you before he leaves sounds like a plan he always welcome. but he also knows it’s the weekend and he much rather you catch up on sleep especially knowing how tired you have been. “it’s okay. you should sleep, babe. we’ll have other breakfasts. i’ll just let you know when i leave, okay?”

you mirror the response he had given you within seconds, shaking your head right back at him. “but i want to though. i’ll go back to sleep afterwards or i can take a nap in the afternoon. or maybe i can do the grocery shopping before i head to the gym earlier.”  

the last words out your mouth has him sighing with a wide grin. “i’ve miss our workout sessions.”

yukhei has missed those colorful tight tops with zippers and crisscrosses and bottoms that outline your curves and leave very little to his imagination. he has missed watching you focus despite the light glisten to your skin. he has missed feeling how your body moves only for him when those tops and bottoms are off your body. he has missed how he gets to cherish all of you for hours on end. 

you hear the low and unmistakable groan from his throat that makes you laugh. 

and as much as he has missed it, you have too. 

you have missed watching the playful shows he puts on. you have missed feeling the dampness of his body against yours. you have missed caressing the strong and hard muscles of his as he shows you all his hard work. you have missed catching his boyish grins as tries and fails at pretending to not stare at you. and when it is too hot and everything comes off, you have missed how he touches you like only he is allowed to.  

yukhei watches you run your tongue over your lower lip. he sees the gleam in your gaze. “how about on your first day back, we will have a workout session.” your pinky you hold out for him to hook on. “and if you are okay with it, we can make it an all day all night workout session.” you shoot him a wink that causes the happy giggle to come out as he nods and hooks onto your pinky with his. 

once he releases it, yukhei pushes up his glasses with his index finger. “you're such a tease, babe, you know that?” he accuses you with a little pout. immediately you laugh, the sound like a melody that warms his soul. you watch the pout in front of you slowly change into wide smile. “but i’ll very much be looking forward to it.” 

you purr teasingly and lean in to peck him quickly. “me too, babe.”

yukhei turns his head and lifts his phone, checking the time. three more minutes left until it is midnight. how the day is ending is not what you had expected. 

“thank you for the birthday surprise.” your words of appreciation are quiet and sweet. yukhei turns his attention back to you, humming softly at your gratitude. “i think this has been one of my favorite birthdays.” a kiss you leave on the tip of his nose and he lets out a breathless giggle. 

“just so you know, i still intend on taking you out for a birthday dinner when i get back.” you nod, feeling the small curve of your mouth form and your cheeks heat. “but until then…” you watch him swipe for the camera. a soft laugh rolls out of your mouth as yukhei turns the camera into a selfie. 

“you're naked, yukhei,” you remind him, connecting your eyes to his through the screen.

he laughs loudly, the smile on his face beautiful. “i have underwear on that apparently matches yours,” he jests, remembering your words from earlier. closer yukhei hugs you then. he angles the camera to get you both clearly and capture the last few moments of the day. your hand settles back on chest. 

“smile, birthday girl.”

and yukhei snaps a series of photos of the breathtaking beam on your face and that undeniable sparkle in your eyes because you are truly happy. he captures images of you lovingly kissing his cheek as he playfully swoons. he gets the pictures of silly faces and tongues sticking out. and right before the clock strikes midnight, yukhei catches the shot of him leaving the very wet kiss on your cheek that has you squealing and him swearing he can hear your giggles through the phone. 

a year older you are, but he still makes your heart flutter like a school girl with her crush.

yukhei passes his phone over for you to swipe through the photos. each picture has you smiling too wide and loving him more. he snuggles his head against yours like a puppy and clings onto you. he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. he closes his eyes and recalls your comment to him.

even superman is tired himself sometimes.

you chuckle quietly. “you know, we ended your birthday with you licking cream off of my body. we end my birthday taking selfies in bed with you semi naked.”

yukhei laughs. “don't you know, babe? we’re versatile. sexy and sweet. hot and cool. even dark and dangerous sometimes,” he declares with a laugh again, opening his eyes. you grin and click shut his phone. you turn to find his half lidded gaze. 

“and right now we’re…”

“hmm, right now we’re just soft and cuddly,” he proposes with a giggle.

a hand of yours rises, running through his fluffy locks. he hums at your gentle touches and watches as you slightly pucker your mouth. yukhei doesn’t waste a moment, meeting them with his own in a gentle brush. 

the smile on his face is dreamy once he pulls back. “are you ready to sleep?” you ask softly. 

if he sleeps now, he’ll manage almost eight hours of sleep if he really does not wake up hungry in the middle of the night. the phone you hand back to him and yukhei reluctantly moves away to sit up. the phone wire he reaches for to charge it and he checks once more that the alarms are set. you move to your own bedside table, charging your own phone. yukhei takes off his glasses and places them beside his phone. then his long legs are thrown over the side of the bed and he stands. he forgoes his slippers and walks over to the light switch. he watches you fluff your pillow and tug up the comforter before finally laying down, facing where he will be in a few seconds. your gaze he catches and yukhei smiles affectionately at the sight of you waiting for him.

a light pat you give to the empty space beside you. “are you going to stand there or come hold me, superman?” you inquire sweetly. 

yukhei laughs, the deep sound echoing in the bedroom. a little nod he gives you and the lights are off. he finds his way back to the bed. the comforter you shift around to make sure his body is covered enough and he is warm. his arms slips around you, his touch goes underneath the sweatshirt to feel your skin. legs are entwined again. faces are mere inches apart and soon enough your eyes adjust to the little moonlight and city lights from the distance filtering into the darkness. 

you can make out his face. yukhei swears he sees you smiling at him before you lean in to kiss him tenderly once and twice. a deep inhale of vanilla and home yukhei takes. he exhales slowly, feeling so calm and the steady beats of his heart.

“goodnight, birthday girl.”  

you shake your head in the darkness. “my birthday has ended,” you remind him, slipping a hand underneath your cheek.

yukhei hums. “and somewhere in the world it is still your birthday.” those words draw an immediate light giggle from you, remembering them from the night of his birthday. “so until it isn’t your birthday somewhere in the world, goodnight, birthday girl,” he softly says. then one and then two kisses he grazes on the lips.

you don’t argue with him when he pulls back. instead your hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb caress his skin like how he likes. 

“goodnight, babe.” 

he makes a quiet sound of delight. another deep breath yukhei takes. you are certain he will not be lasting long. his eyes slowly shut. “i like that,” yukhei murmurs with a sigh. 

and within mere seconds, you are correct. it doesn’t take long for you to soon hear his deep and even breaths. he is out. the movement of your thumb gradually stops and your hand drops. carefully you move forward. a final tiny kiss you press on his slightly parted plump lips. then in his arms, listening to his soft snores, you fall into your own slumber.

you dream of him. you dream of a future with more birthdays together. you dream of the dreams you and him have whispered only to one another until there’s a familiar annoying sound that tells you to the sun is rising over the horizon.

the pillow underneath your head you grip onto. your foggy brain registers the tired groan coming from behind you. then comes the soft thuds because yukhei blindingly feels for his phone. it takes three very lethargic tries before he is able to tap on the screen. the alarm stops and his arm falls and hangs off the edge of the bed. he buries his face into the pillow and sighs in annoyance and tiredness. 

until the next alarm yukhei thinks to himself. he will get up with the next one.

but you will yourself to open your eyes, gently rubbing them while you roll over. the space between your bodies underneath the comforter disappears. your arm drapes over his naked waist to hug him from behind. yukhei stirs a little at your touch. he feels your face against his back. legs are tangled once more and your breaths tickle his warm skin. his hand shifts to cover yours, tugging you close.

“ten more minutes,” he mumbles underneath his breath. 

all yukhei wants is just a little more sleep in this warm bed with you. 

but you think ten minutes cannot be wasted. not when he cannot be late. not when you want a simple breakfast with him. so you settle for more five minutes of holding him like how he holds you, cherishing this moment of you shielding him. 

then your lips you pucker. two tender kisses you brush onto the middle of his back. carefully, you untangle yourself from him. yukhei makes a tiny grunt of displeasure in his throat at you parting from him. you sit up, the comforter shifting over him. you turn and press a long and gentle kiss on his shoulder blade. yukhei sighs, seemingly settling back into sleep. you scoot over to your side and sit still momentarily. you wait for your mind to clear a bit more. your feet slide into your slippers and you get up. the door you silently shut behind you as you walk out the bedroom to the bathroom.

more awake you are when you exit minutes later with your face washed and your teeth brushed. you pull open the curtains in the living room. the space fills with the morning light. a little glance you give the bouquet of balloons that sway the slightest in the air when you pass them to the kitchen. you can’t stop the small smile spreading on your face at the ramen that remains on the countertop.

he really wasn’t hungry after all.

a glass of water you drink and you get to work. the large steamer pot you get from the lower cabinets. you fill it a quarter way up with water, eyeballing the exact amount you need because you have done this many times before. the lid you place on it and the air vent hood you switch on before you turn on the burner. a smaller pot you reach for next. just enough water you put in for the three packets of ramen. to the freezer you move to and the bag of frozen buns with the sweet red bean filling you take out. the steamer basket section you quickly rinse. the six buns the sized of his palm you place on it. two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks you clean too before you stop moving. your gaze falls to the two pots of water, drumming your fingers quietly on the countertop.

“it won’t boil faster just because you are staring at it.”

you look up at the sound of his husky morning voice. a pair of sweatpants yukhei has put on, but a shirt he is still without. you get a glimpse of the hot pink leopard print band peeking from the edge of his sweatpants. his bed hair has been combed. his round gold rimmed glasses are on his face and it frames the soft look he’s giving you.  

yukhei chuckles at the way you scrunch up your nose at him. “i have magical powers, don’t you know?” he pads slowly across the tiled floor, his hand reaching out for you when he’s two steps away . a morning greeting kiss he presses onto your mouth. the hint of mint from the toothpaste you taste in the kiss. “i thought you were going to sleep a little longer. i was going to wake you up.”

and then it’s his turn to scrunch up his nose. “i wanted to sleep a little longer with you.”

the quiet chuckle escapes from you and yukhei steps closer, wrapping an arm around you. your hand rises to brush the softness of his locks while he leans in for another kiss. “you hungry? you really didn’t wake up last night.” your comment draws out a boyish laugh from him. 

“i told you i wasn’t going to be hungry. but i’m starving right now.” yukhei shifts back and it doesn’t take long for him to notice the buns in the steamer section and the packets of ramen you had taken out last night sitting beside it. your eyes follow where his have stopped. 

“is this okay? or enough? i’ll make something else if you would like.” 

yukhei laughs and plants a kiss on your forehead. “it’s more than okay and enough. do you need help with anything?” he questions, wanting to do something too.

you shake your head though, the steam from the pots catches your attention. you pat him gently and he moves back a step from you. the tangerine plaid oven mitt you reach for and the lid of the larger pot you remove. yukhei watches you put the steamer section on top of the boiling water before placing the lid back on. fifteen minutes it’ll take and you think after the ramen cooks and have been eaten, it will be ready.  

a bag of ramen yukhei picks up to open. the noodles he drops in as you take off the oven mitt. he opens the other bags of ramen and the rest of noodles are in too. “do you want to add an egg?” you take the soup base packets and rip them all together to pour into the pot. instantly the air is scented with warm spices.

yukhei hums, walking to the refrigerator. one for you and him he gets. but the eggs you take from him and put them on the counter, not allowing him closer to the stove. “you’re going to burn yourself,” you tell him, playfully poking at his chest.

his chuckle is soft and he turns around, jogging out the kitchen. you glance up from breaking up and stirring the noodles when he comes back in less than thirty seconds wearing a t-shirt. the two thumbs up he gives you causes you to laugh. you watch him come back right besides you. a small bowl yukhei takes out and an egg he picks up. then one and the other he cracks into the bowl, examining it for a moment to make sure of shells. a smile he flashes at you and he pours them into the pot of boiling ramen. a quick clean of the bowl he does and he puts it on the counter to dry.

“i’ll bring these out.” the chopsticks he gets and two spoons you have forgotten he brings out. you wait another minute and give the ramen one last stir before the burner is shut off. the noodles you separate, putting a lot more into the bowl for him. yukhei comes back in just as each bowl is topped with an egg and the delicious soup is poured over the top. once you move away, carefully yukhei picks up a bowl. 

“the bigger bowl is yours.”

he nods with a shy chuckle and carefully twist around to bring it out to the table. you wash the pot as he comes back in for the second bowl. a plate and a pair of tongs you take out, leaving it on the counter for the buns continuing to steam away. you follow the footsteps he had taken just moments ago out the kitchen. an immediate smile ghosts your face at what you see. 

side by side the chairs are once again. 

the bouquet of balloons he has put in front of the bowls of noodle. you walk the few steps to the table, pulling out the chair to sit. your gazes move to the clock. a little more than thirty minutes you have with him. yukhei comes out of the bedroom with his phone in his hand. "do you want something to drink?”

you hum. “can i just have water?” 

yukhei puts his phone down and goes back to the kitchen. two glasses of water he comes out with and he puts it down in front of you. he pulls his chair out to sit. his hand reaches out to rest on your thigh. gently you bump your shoulders to his and yukhei looks at you to find the small curve of your smile. 

“you moved the chairs,” you point out sweetly.

an embarrassed giggle rolls pass his beaming lips and his cheeks heat. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” yukhei wrinkles his brows and feigns innocence. you lean over, planting a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“romantic.”  

yukhei bends forward and plants a fond kiss onto your mouth. “thanks for breakfast.”

you pick up your pair of chopsticks. “it was teamwork,” you remind him.

yukhei nods slowly, staring at the smile you are giving him. “teamwork,” he quietly murmurs with the corners of his mouth twitching up.

he likes, loves that word with you. 

his pair of chopsticks yukhei picks up. a big bite of noodles he gets. he blows on it for a few seconds and then he slurps it. a very satisfied sound of delight he makes as he chews the hot noodles. and once he swallows it, a gratified moan he lets out.

“i think this is the best ramen i’ve had in a long time,” he compliments you.

a quiet chuckle comes from you while you playfully roll your eyes. “and i think you’re just starving.” he laughs and squeezes your thigh gently at your response. he turns back to the noodles to get another mouthful. 

then with soft words spoken, stomachs are filled with spicy ramen while hearts are filled the warmth of having breakfast with each after the weeks apart. yukhei doesn’t remove his touch from you. he lets it remain there on your skin from the first to the last bit he takes because knowing you are next to him brings him a comfort he will be missing soon. 

a happy sigh you hear from him once the last noodle is slurped into his mouth. 

“do you want more?” you push your bowl of noodles to him. but yukhei shakes his head with boyish laughter. you put down your chopsticks and spoon. “the buns should be done though.” yukhei makes a move to get up, but you stop him. “i got it.” 

you pull away from him and stand. yukhei watches you walk into the kitchen. he hears the air hood vent shut off and the metal lid against the countertop. he brings up his glass of water for a sip and he glances at the clock, noting the time left until he is suppose to get picked up. 

soon it will be.

you come out of the kitchen just as yukhei pushes his chair back. “i was going to see if you wanted help or something,” he says with grin. 

“i told you i got it,” you remind him with a smile.

the bowls yukhei moves a little out of the way for you to put down the plate of buns between you and him. he sees the steam rising up and grins wider, feeling hungry all over again as if he hasn’t eaten anything. the tops are smooth. they are perfectly round like a dome and looking really soft. 

your seat you sit back in. a glimpse of the time you take. you chew on your lower lip momentarily before looking at him picking up a bun. yukhei yelps and then giggles at the how hot the food is against his skin. you pick up your chopsticks and spoon again to finish up the last of your noodles. yukhei tears the parchment paper off the bottom of the bun and then carefully rips it in half. the steaming sweet red bean filling comes into view and he wows at the scent and sight of it. 

yukhei lifts his gaze to meet yours. there's a teasing glint in his wide eyes and a tender and warm smile on his face. he holds out one side for you. 

“for my other half.”

his cheesy words brings out the instant laughter from you. your cheeks suddenly burn hotter than the food in his hand and you feel the twinge of ache in your swelling heart. 

breakfast with him, moments like this, you will forever cherish.

you take what yukhei offers and you give him an affectionate kiss in return. he hums happily once you shift back. your body turns a little towards him and you watch him blow on the filling to cool it slightly. then a big bite he takes. the bun is as soft as it looks. the filling is as delicious as he remembers. he pops the rest into his mouth and you chuckle quietly at his stuffed cheeks before blowing on your own half and taking a bite. 

it’s quiet for a moment then and you finish what you have. yukhei swallows everything in his mouth and reaches for another bun. the parchment paper he rips off and like the first one, he rips the bun in half. the other half he offers you again, but you shake your head. you wipe your hands on the napkin besides you and reach for your glass of water. he puts half of the bun into his mouth and you put the glass back and catch the time on the wall.

his manager will be here shortly. you want him to keep his promise. 

you prop your elbow on the back of your chair, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. yukhei turns his head to look at you. despite his full cheeks, he smiles. you lift a finger and lightly bop the tip of his nose. he slowly chews and swallows his food. 

the corners of your mouth briefly twitch up. “you should get ready soon,” you whisper. you feel the sudden prickling in your eyes and nose. “i don’t want you to be late.” 

an immediate ache yukhei feels across his chest. your eyes drop from his and your free hand picks at the invisible lint on your sweatshirt. he finishes the bite in his mouth and settles a hand on your thigh. yukhei moves closer. his face is mere centimeters from yours and he stays like this, motionless with his breath just tickling the edge of your skin until you have no choice to lift your watery gaze back to him. you let out a small embarrassed laugh because too many times to count he has left for his schedules. days, weeks and months apart you and him have endured. 

this is like any other time. he will come back to you. 

you chew on your lower lip for a moment. “i don’t know why i’m crying,” you whisper and chuckle foolishly.  

yukhei grins softly though, his own wide eyes stinging and shining a little too because what you are feeling he feels too. he scrunches up his face playfully to stop the tears building in his own eyes. then he leans in closer and captures your lips to kiss you warmly once. then again. and again and two more times before the pretty smile that he has embedded in his head and heart comes out. 

“hi.”

your hand rises to cup his cheek at his quiet affectionate voice. he gently bumps the tip of your nose with his. you tilt forward to give him a warm kiss. 

“i love you.”

the smile on your and his face gradually expands. 

yukhei pulls back and makes a dramatic scene of plopping the other half of the bun in his mouth and stretches his arms up over his head. you make a quick dab on your eyes and laugh quietly. you reach out to gently rub at his stomach now filled with food. “go get ready. make sure you have what you need. i can clean up, okay?” 

his arms fall back down, his hand settling over yours on his stomach. yukhei picks it up and lifts it to his mouth that is now free of food. he presses a sweet kiss onto your palm. “thanks.”

and it’s you to reluctantly move away first, pulling your hand out of his grasp and standing up. you pick up the utensils used and the your own bowl first. the kitchen you carefully walk to and the items in your hands are gently placed in the sink. you turn around and within two steps you take, yukhei is there. he moves towards you with his bowl in one hand the plate of buns in the other. you hurry and take the bowl from him as he sets the the plate on the countertop.

“didn't i tell you i was going to clean it up?” you ask with a chuckle. “your phone is going to ring any second and yours and my ass are going to get kicked.” 

yukhei giggles. “i wanted to save you the extra trip.” he leans over, plopping a quick little kiss to your forehead and sneaking a hand behind you. there’s a little smirk playing on his lips while he gives your bottom a sudden squeeze that causes you to yelp and laugh in surprise. “and if you have forgotten, babe, in your words too, i'm the only one who can touch.” 

you remember them so fondly. bodies sticky and hearts so full. you had said it to him after a month apart. 

people can look all they want, but he is the only one who can touch you. 

in seconds then, yukhei is holding you close and swaying you back and forth with the sweet sound of your laughter becoming his music. the mischief you see in his eyes because another soft squeeze to your flesh you feel. immediately you lick at your lips and you whimper teasingly. the mischief in your gaze mirrors his and your hand rises to gingerly push up the gold rimmed frames on his face. 

“only you, baby.” you confirm.

one more kiss, short yet loving, is shared. you reach behind him unexpectedly and squeeze his bottom like how he did to yours. yukhei laughs, that sound coming deep from his chest as you beam innocently at him and his eyes shine with love. 

“now go get ready before your ass is going to get kick.” and before yukhei can erase the distance between smirking lips, you gently push him away with a shake of your head.

it will be kiss after kiss after kiss. 

yukhei playfully splays a hand over his heart in pain at being denied. he turns around from you. your pretty laughter he hears behind him while he saunters out the kitchen dramatically towards the bedroom.

you glance at the four buns on the plate before taking a few steps to drawer for what you need. the aluminum foil you take out. quickly you wash your hands and dry them on a towel. a sheet of it you tear off. three buns you place on the aluminum. it's still just the tiniest bit warm. carefully you wrap them up without squishing any of them too bad. the rest of aluminum foil you put back and a small food plastic bag you get. the wrapped food you put inside and you seal it up, letting out as much air as possible. the food you pick up and you tell yourself you will clean and wash everything up after he leaves.

the scent of his cologne is faintly in the air once you step out of the kitchen. yukhei stands by the coffee table, securing his watch on his wrist. a sweater he is wearing now and socks are on his feet too. a glance at the time tells you his manager should be outside right now waiting for him. quietly you walk to him and your presence yukhei feels despite his back to you. he twists around and stares with curiosity at the item in your hand. 

“what is that?” he puts on his jacket and picks up his bag. he throws the strap over his head to rest on this shoulder.  

you chuckle softly and hold out it out for him to take. “the buns… in case you get hungry in the car or something.” even if it will be a thirty minute car ride to the dorms, you know how his stomach can work sometimes. “there’s three in here so you can share if you want. but if it isn’t enough, i’ll wrap up the last one too.” 

yukhei takes what is in your hand with a warm smile and a pull on his heartstrings. “it's more than enough. thanks.” the strap of his bag he adjusts across his jacket and chest. 

a slow breath you take to calm your thumping heart. “are you ready?” 

his phone is in his pocket. his watch is on his wrist. his glasses case is in his bag next to his wallet. he’s wearing his jacket. everything he has with him, but one more thing he still needs to do.

“yeah, i got everything with me,” he reassures.

you nod slowly. “is he here yet?”

yukhei giggles and takes your hand in his, lacing fingers together. “he texted a minute ago. he's been outside apparently for the last fifteen minutes. he wanted to give me until the last second,” he informs you happily. 

your heart is tugged at by the gesture and an airy and quiet chuckle you let out. his hand with yours firms a touch. in silence, you follow after his slower than usual steps to the entryway. yukhei releases your hand and you take back the buns for him to slip his feet out of his slippers and put them back in their spot. you find support with the wall, watching with a sting to your eyes and arms across your chest while he puts his feet into his sneakers. he stands back up straight once they are on comfortably. 

yukhei walks the three steps to you, wrapping his arms around you without a word. you purse your lips firmly together for a minute with eyes avoiding his. he still smiles faintly though, leaning in drop a tiny kiss to your warm cheek. your arms uncross and immediately go around his neck. the buns still in your hands settle against his back. you take a deep breath and let it out slowly with cheeks puffing out slightly before finding his gaze. yukhei sees the glistening in your eyes again and presses his forehead to yours. before he can whisper words of comfort, you speak first though.

“you think you can do me a favor?” the tip of his nose brushes yours. yukhei nods and you give him a faint yet steady smile. “give two messages to your manager for me.”

yukhei lifts his head away almost immediately and laughs in surprise. his eyes widen and his grin is so big. “what would that be?” he questions incredulously.  

through your watery eyes, he sees the tiniest sparkle. you bring a hand between the two of you and hold up a finger. “one, tell him that i really loved my surprise." he giggles and nods. a second finger comes up. "and two, tell him i think he's whipped for you, too, and totally playing favorites." the corners of his eyes crinkle with his deep laughter. yukhei hugs you close and tips forward again, capturing the curve of your mouth in a kiss. he swallows your content sigh and your arm wraps back around his neck as you pour every bit of yourself into him.

how you wish to stop time and kiss him longer. 

once he pulls away with a tender bite on your lips, yukhei stares at the tip of your tongue slowly coming out to lick at the wetness over your mouth. "is that all, then, babe?” yukhei quietly jest, moving his hands to hold onto your hips. 

and you shake head. “you think you can do something for me?” your heart aches. he nods softly, feeling the warmth in his chest when you bestow a chaste peck onto his smile. “don't forget to look into that job for me, okay?” you tease with a sweet grin.

confusion etches across his face for the briefest moment until realization seeps in. the moment in the bathroom from last night comes back into his mind. yukhei hums. “first thing i’ll do when i get in later.” he stares at you, feeling his own chest tighten more because you blink back tears ready to fall. “anything else?”

you nod. “thank you,” you whisper, trying your best to keep your voice steady. "and i love you.”   

his smile grows. "anytime." yukhei leans back forward. his hands rises, caressing your cheeks softly. yukhei kisses you half a dozen times before he parts from you. “and i love you more.” 

you chew on the inside of your cheeks momentarily and bring your arms down. you give him a gentle pat on his chest. “let me know when you get back, okay?”

he nods. “and let me know if you need doctor wong, okay?” his words draw an airy chuckle from you. “remember to take a break when you need it and get as much sleep as you can. text or call me if you need some of my energy,” he says with a quiet laugh. “i'm proud of you, babe.”  

you hum softly. “right back at you, baby,” you murmur. one last pat to his chest, you move away from him and hand him the buns to take. “now go impress the world with your talent.” 

a hand of his holds onto the food while the other fall back to his side. yukhei takes a step back. immediately you wrap your arms around yourself again and sniffle the slightest. another step he takes. the door handle he finds and pushes down. yukhei gives you one more look with eyes shining like stars and smile bright like the sun. 

“i’ll see if i can pull another photocard for you if we do another unboxing,” he teases.

you laugh. “then i’ll have a collection, babe.”   

with a giggle, yukhei opens the door. you take a step forward and hold onto the door behind him. he turns around and leans in for another kiss. it's tender and sweet. “don’t miss me too much,” he murmurs with a boyish beam ghosting his face.

your nose wrinkles. the corners of your mouth twitch upwards. “i won’t.” 

one last pucker of his mouth to your lips, the tip of your nose and finally to your forehead, yukhei twists around and leaves. the door is close after him. the sudden difference in the atmosphere you feel. you make a quick dab at your eyes and go to the kitchen. the clean up is waiting for you. the refrigerator and cabinets need to be filled and stocked. the gym is calling your name.

the day ahead you still have. the several weeks ahead before he comes home you still have. 

and regardless of what you tell him, you miss him like he misses you. 

when the sun is shining, time is found between promotions and performances and meetings and planning for messages. yukhei makes sure you’re okay and sends you encouragements. you tell him you’re proud of him and send him praises. but once the days are over for you and him and the moon and stars come out to play, it’s video calls instead of messages. the picture of you and him yukhei keeps besides his bed isn’t enough when all he wants to do is feel you beside him. you in turn rather hear his words in his voice instead of just reading them. 

so the door to the shared bedroom closes and yukhei is given the privacy without hesitation. the words that are shared in the day turn sweeter in the night because he makes sure you hear all he wants to say to you. then before good nights are murmured and wishes for sweet dreams are whispered, you and him feel the thumps of your hearts for each other and cross out another day in your calendars. 

distance makes the heart grow fonder and reunions even better.

and this continues until it’s friday evening weeks later. 

the sun sets earlier and earlier. winter is going to come soon. promotions have officially ended with the last performance this afternoon. yukhei steps out of the elevator into the familiar hallway for the first time since your birthday. but this time he doesn’t have a cake in his hands. there aren’t a dozen balloons above his head. this time, only excitement bubbles inside of him like it’s the day before summer vacation. except home is where he will be going. with just mostly practices and a few filmings for content and recordings for the end of the year, the schedule yukhei has will allow him to get back to you every night. 

the walk from the elevator to his favorite door ends. 

home.

the familiar code he punches in. the beep sounds. the door is pushed opened and yukhei steps in with a grin.

“babe, i’m home!”

his voice, loud and strong follows with a light giggle because he can’t help himself. it feels good to be home. it feels good to say those words. the door yukhei closes, waiting for your response because he knows you are awake this time. he had just spoken to you minutes ago. he toes off his sneakers and slides his feet into his slippers. and when yukhei opens his mouth, ready to call your name, you appear. 

how happy he is to be home you are equally as happy because you jump on him. you hug him so tight and turn your head, wanting to pucker countless kisses to his cheek. but yukhei turns his head instead. his eyes catch your loving gaze and for a short moment the world pauses. 

home.

then lips connect for the first time in too long. it is a little messy and a lot passionate. noses are crushed. his tongue grazes your teeth and runs over your lips. the way you suckle on his lower lip makes him groan. the undeniable feelings of how much you and him have truly missed one another is unmistakable. he pulls away first with his heart beating rapidly. your slippered feet touch the floor again. yukhei presses his forehead to yours, watching the twinkle in your gaze while you try to catch your breath. 

“babe, i’m home.” 

and this time, yukhei whispers it like it’s a secret and only for your ears. you let out a breathless giggle. your hands come forward to cup his face and your wet lips form a soft grin. “hi. i just-”

but that is all you manage to say before yukhei begins to bestow your smiling mouth with sweet pecks. his strong arms remain around your waist as you begin to take tiny steps backwards. in between the giggles and how he leans into you, you hope you don’t fall but fully knowing he will not ever let you. 

a gentle squeeze you give his face when you make it to the living room. yukhei finally lifts back beaming like the sun. you get a good look at him. there's a light shimmery look over his eyelids and a sweep of bronze eyeshadow. a strand of his styled hair falls in a perfect comma in front of his forehead. he stands up straighter then, his hold of you loosening for you to stand up properly too before he finds your hand to clasp around. yukhei breathes in slowly and lets it out with a satisfied sigh. 

this feels good. he feels great.  

you’re about to ask him if he has eaten yet, but the opened books and computer and the almost finished yogurt bowl yukhei notices on your desk. he turns to look at you. there’s the slightest pout appearing on his face. 

“are you working right now?” he reaches for the strap of his bag across his chest and lifts if over his head. he takes a few steps over to the coffee table and you follow behind him. the bag he sets on the coffee table. 

you hum, shaking your head at him. “i got a lot of the work done when i got home. i was just finishing up an email when you walk through the door. but i can wait to finish the rest later,” you reassure him. you let go of his hand for him to unzip the soft faux fur fuzzy black bomber jacket he is wearing. yukhei throws it on the couch. he will hang it up later. he will put away his bag later. 

his gaze finds yours as a smile gradually forms on his face. “are you sure?” he asks carefully because as much as he wants you all to himself right now, your work is important too.

you nod. “promise. if i remember correctly, i was told to take breaks if i needed them.” yukhei brings an arm up around you and settles a hand on your shoulder. you lean into him and he can’t hide his wide grin despite puckering his mouth onto your forehead. “and i think right now is a perfect time for a break.” the teasing sparkle he sees in your eyes once he shifts back. “you have any idea how i can spend this little break of mine?” you question innocently even if you have something in mind. 

immediately yukhei laughs, pretending to think really hard for a long moment before fully turning to face you. “hmm, just one.”

“yeah? and what would that be, baby?” you quip lowly.

yukhei leans into you, his lips rest beside your ear. “one that involves just you and me.” his voice deep and his tone is devilish.  

his eyes find yours again and before you know it, closer and closer yukhei tilts forward. laughter slips from your mouth when his lips connect to yours once more. his arms encircles you again. this time his hands slip under his hoodie you are wearing. you clutch onto the soft material of his sweatshirt as hungry kisses are shared. yukhei nudges at you for steps to be taken carefully towards the bedroom. the light switch he flicks on when your bodies pass through the doorway. the edge of the bed frame hits the back of your leg and in seconds, you fall back onto the bed with sweet giggles and yukhei on top of you. 

he makes no movement of giving you space, finding absolute satisfaction of laying on top of you. the smile you give him illuminates your entire face and his entire world. your slippers slowly fall off your feet and you bring your legs up to cross them behind his jean clad thighs. within moments, yukhei chuckles. 

you want him as close as he wants you as close. 

your hand comes up to caress his warm cheek. “you didn’t wipe off your makeup again,” you note quietly with a smile, twirling the comma strand of hair. 

yukhei buries his face into you to hide his bashful smile. you feel the gentle brushes of his fingertips on your waist underneath the hoodie. “i just wanted to get back here,” he whispers into your skin. yukhei lifts his head and looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “besides, i have my personal makeup remover,” he reminds you with a beam.

your eyebrows rise with a giggle. you have almost forgotten about it. “so i got the job then?” you whisper jokingly.

but yukhei shakes his head with soft laughter. he lets out a loud playful sad sigh. "manager said i’ll never be able to focus on anything. he says i’ll be just staring at you all distracted.” the conversation with his manager he still recalls. the pointed look of ‘you got it so bad’ yukhei had received when he had jokingly mentioned the job. 

you’re chuckling at the faint pout that comes out briefly before he breaks out in another grin because he remembers the conversation after too. “and he told me to tell you you’re welcome and that…” he kisses you softly on the lips with a cute wrinkle of his nose. “that he’s not whipped for me and that he’s not supposed to play favorites,” he says with a wink and a giggle.

instantly you laugh. the sound so infectious and so much better than hearing it through phone calls or video chats yukhei deems. you give his smiling face a playful squish and once your laughter quiets, you brush you mouth onto the boyish curve on his face. “you’re my favorite, did you know that?” you murmur alongside his mouth.

yukhei chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “really? that’s good to know because you’re my favorite, too.” 

you squee quietly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. yukhei bends down and kisses you half a dozen times. when he parts from you, you whimper softly. you stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers. he rests his forehead on yours and takes a slow deep breath. 

“so you want me to wipe that makeup off of you now? even i quite like it on you,” you tell him with a teasing smile.

the tip of his nose touches yours as he laughs. yukhei shakes his head though and then he shifts the slightest. your legs around him loosen enough for him to roll off of you. immediately he slithers an arm under you and pulls you to him for your head to rest next to his. you snuggle into him, throwing a leg over his thigh. his long legs are still off the bed with his feet just a few inches off the wooden floors. yukhei turns to face you while his other hand covers your hand that lays on his chest over his beating heart.    

he hums. “maybe later.” 

eventually he will have to get up. he will have to clean everything off so his skin can breathe. he will have to put away his jacket and bag too. and later too, you and him can order something to eat because he is certain you and him will be hungry. 

but just not now.

“and why later?” you question amused. 

yukhei tips his head a little forward until lips are a few centimeters apart. his wide loving eyes take in the sight of your sweet and pretty smile and the gleam in your soft gaze on him. his fingers curl over your hand. 

“because for the next five minutes before i take advantage of this little break of yours…” 

the corners of his lips twitch up almost shamelessly. a happy chuckle rolls pass your mouth. a proper reunion will take place last time. 

“i just want to hold you. i just want to look you…” yukhei murmurs almost shyly. the distance between your mouth he erases. a gentle and affectionate pucker of his mouth he presses to yours once, twice and then a third time. when yukhei moves back, that sweet and pretty smile of yours has broaden. “and i just want to kiss you because i’ve really, really missed you.”

the warmth blooms in your chest. your bottom lip catches between your teeth. 

he faintly grins. “is that okay with you, baby?” . 

your cheeks heat. your other hand rises and your fingertips graze his skin. the quiet soft sound of approval and content you hear from him with your touches. 

“yeah, that’s more than okay.” you whisper. 

then in seconds you lean into him again, connecting your beaming lips to his for more soft kisses because kissing him can never be too much or enough. yukhei presses your body closer to his. there’s a fluttering that fills your stomach. you shift a few inches to see him clearly. your eyes form pretty crescents with your grin and the curve on his face is heartwarming and beautiful with the faintest indentation of his dimple appearing. your hand drops and you hug him close and tight like how he does to you. 

for a moment, it’s silent. the world seems to stop. the makeup removing will wait. so will your work. and after this little break, dinner can be figured out later.

yukhei buries his face into the crook of your neck. 

until then, it's just you and him like this.

and it feels wonderful.

he presses a handful of little kisses to your skin. you hear the deep breath he takes. the scent of vanilla filters up his senses. he sighs happily.

“hey, yukhei?” 

your soft spoken words break the silence. yukhei calmly hums and you tilt your head back. he looks so relaxed. eyes are filled with nothing but love for one another. yet in your gaze flickers the playfulness he can’t miss.

“did you ever pull another one of your photocards?” you tease.     

it takes just seconds for a smile brighter than the sun to appear on his face. yukhei rolls over onto you again, peppering wet kisses on your face. your squeals and giggles mix together with his deep laughter. hearts are full. the seams are about to burst. 

everything is good. 

you are happy. he is happy.   

nothing else matters.

#lucas scenarios #yukhei scenarios #lucas fluff #yukhei fluff #wayv scenarios #nct scenarios #lucas imagines #yukhei imagines

[starsfic]

Hair Dye Party Prep

Summary: Red's roots are starting to show and he wants to be rebellious. So he accepts Xiaojiao's offer of a hair dye party.

But first they have to prepare.

-_-

“Wanna have a hair dye party?”

Red stopped his welding, pushing his mask up. “What?” he repeated, not exactly sure he had heard that correctly.

Xiaojiao leaned over from her workstation, her overalls stained with whatever paint she was using on her sculpture. “I mean,” she gestured to the top of her hair. “Your roots are starting to show.”

Red set down his tool and pulled out his phone, flicking on the camera. With some careful angling, he realized that she was right. His roots had started to grow out and show, revealing the same dark tone as his mother’s. “Oh. Yeah, I should probably make an appointment to have that fixed.”

“Or I could do it,” Xiaojiao suggested.

He blinked, caught off-guard by the offer. He had always had his hair done by his parents’ hair salon, the same hairstylist carefully doing the dye over and over again. He wasn’t sure if he was willing to trust others with his hair.

But… the same hairstylist had always done it.

And…

“Okay.”

That was how Red found himself in front of Xiaotian and Xiaojiao’s dorm door. He raised a hand but before he could knock, the door swung open. “Hey!” Xiaotian said brightly, his bestie following him. “Xiaojiao told me that she was going to dye your hair.”

“Yes… why are you coming?”

“We’re making a party out of it!” Xiaojiao explained, grabbing his and Xiaotian’s hands and dragging them down the hallway. “Which means we need snacks! And drinks! And the actual hair dye!” Before he could muster a response to that, they were heading down the stairs and he felt a hand reach into his pocket and pull out his keys.

Then Xiaojiao was shoving him into the back of his own car. She jumped into the driver’s seat, Xiaotian scrambling into the back with Red. “Let’s go!” she called with a vibrant grin, starting the car and the radio. Pop music started to blast through the car and then they were off.

Despite Red’s surprise at the sudden outing and the fact that he had been booted to the back of his own car, he couldn’t help the smile that formed. It grew bigger as Xiaojiao and Xiaotian started to sing along to the music that seemed to be the perfect background to the cityscape outside. Before he could muster the courage to add his own voice, they were parking at a small convenience store.

Despite it not being that late, the store was empty except for a bored-looking worker. Bad pop music was tinnily placing through speakers. Xiaotian pulled out a cart as they passed by, beaming. “I’ll go get the snacks!” he called, already scrambling away.

“I guess we’ll get the hair dye,” Xiaojiao said, leading Red down the aisles. In the distance, they could hear Xiaotian loudly singing along to the bad pop music. Then they were turning into the aisle, revealing a widespread of dyes.

The two split up, scanning the shelves. Xiaojiao broke the silence with “You know, dying your hair sounds like something your parents would be against.”

Red shrugged, grabbing a bottle of red dye. “My father dyes his hair,” he said casually. “I think it might’ve been to make him look more… intimidating, I guess.” He turned to Xiaojiao who glanced from his hair to the bottle and shook her head. He set it back, stepping to the next bottle.

“But you?”

“I think I kept asking and one day my nanny gave in. It was horrible though.”

Xiaojiao burst into laughter.

“I’m serious! It was like this teal and lavender ombre mess!” He could barely remember the incident and his only proof was in his childhood album. “My parents came back and that nanny was immediately fired.” Which was… something he should feel bad about. Right? “And my mother said if I was so desperate, then fine.”

“And she chose red?”

Red blinked, thinking back. “Uh… no, actually. They started with purple so I matched with Father.” He could remember the yearly family photos, his hair tied back in a low ponytail and the same shade of lavender as his father’s. "Father said I could start choosing when I was eight." He didn't add that was after he had gotten the highest grades in his school.

Stuff like that ended up with pity.

A familiar shade of green caught his eye and he grabbed the matching bottle of his friend's color. Xiaojiao let out a cry of triumph before he could speak, holding up a bottle. "I found a match!"

"Good." A loud yelp rolled through the store. "We should probably check on him-"

She had already grabbed his hand and was going.

The scene they found was one of Xiaotian apologizing under his breath as he cleaned up a shelf of candy, having clearly run into it with the full cart. Red thought, for a moment, of just telling that worker, but he sighed and moved over to help.

He also threw in some of that candy.

Once everything was cleaned up, they headed to the register. The worker groaned as they approached, but went to work scanning everything. Xiaojiao thanked them cheerfully as she paid and they headed out.

The parking lot was empty.

"Get in." Red ordered, taking the handle of the cart. His friends grinned, catching on. As soon as they had gotten in, he backed up…

And then started running.

As soon as they had gotten a good speed, he hung on. The younger two screamed in clear delight, Xiaotian throwing his hands back like he was on a roller coaster. He couldn't help his urge. "HAIR DYE PARTY!"

"HAIR DYE PARTY!!"

When the car came into view, Red stomped his foot down, dragging them to the stop. The other two burst into laughter, their hair a mess.

And Red couldn't help his own laughter.

He couldn't wait for the hair dye party.

#Art School AU #my writing #Traffic Light Trio #Monkie Kid #Lego Monkie Kid #Red Son #Long Xiaojiao #Mei #Qi Xiaotian #MK #there's more than hair dye but dying Red's hair is the focus

[astringofmadhousefloozies]

Magicam Live

Vil’s guest is a pest. Contains coarse language, people being catty bitches, and more telling than showing.

You want more, check my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag. If you liked it, let me know!

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Transcript of Last Week's Magicam Live From *schoenheit_official

Vil: Hello my dearest fans! As promised, I will be showing off my newest capsule makeup collection, to be released this Monday exclusively at Feathersweep Cosmetics. However, due to high demand, instead of simply demonstrating on myself, I thought I would show that anyone could be half as beautiful as me with these!

[He holds a hand out to the side.]

V: Please welcome my fellow student at Night's Raven College, Yuu.

Yuu: Yo.

[A girl with short, dark hair and tired eyes sits down beside him. Spotty and plump, with a notable double chin. She's notably underdressed, compared to Vil.]

Y: I am she. I'm *donegotisekaid, if you haven't seen yet. Full of genuine memes from another universe, as well as me figuring this place out, and pictures of my not-cat.

V: She's simply been begging me for a makeover!

Y: He asked me if I'd do it, actually.

[Vil stops and takes a deep breath, clearly irritated.]

V: Yes, well. You've prepared?

Y: I scrubbed my face real good and managed to leave most of my pimples alone, if that's what you mean.

[Vil sighs]

V: As much as you're capable of, clearly. We'll start with the primer.

Y: [with a smile] Didn't you already give me one on how to act in this?

[Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, regret pouring from every cell in his body.]

V: Just lie back and be quiet until I'm done with you.

[Yuu looks at the camera, but says nothing. There's an audible snicker from behind the camera.]

[There are a few quiet minutes where Vil prepares her face, before selecting a foundation.]

V: So, is there a reason you don't wear makeup? You could look quite nice with it.

Y: Few reasons. It's a lot of effort, and I tire easily. I don't really like the feel of it on my face, and I tend to touch my face a lot anyways, so it doesn't last. It's a lot of money, and I break out very easily.

V: I can see that. Don't you use face wash?

Y: You should have seen me when I did use it! Much worse.

V: Ugh. I'll give you something later. And none of these have a good tone for you.

Y: Just pick the closest! I'll end up wrecking it by a few hours from now anyways.

[Vil rolled his eyes.]

V: Rook, any questions from the chat?

[A familiar accented voice from offscreen]

Rook: *stellargems wants to know how Yuu found herself at NRC.

Y: Transdimensional bullshit. I'm here until we figure out how I can get home. It's not bad, I don't miss it much.

V: Yuu even has her own dorm so she doesn't have to bother anyone.

Y: Not that it stops me.

V: [sotto voce] Don't we all know.

Y: If they kept you in a building with four usable rooms total and no electricity, you'd be out and about too. At least the ghosts there are really nice and help me out.

V: Do you kiss these ones too, or was that a one time thing?

Y: If I hadn't kissed her we'd be down a student and you and half the people I hang out with would be paralyzed, so don't make fun.

[Vil stops to regard the camera.]

V: To clarify, there was an incident with a ghost princess causing a lot of trouble at the school a few months ago. Yuu decided to kiss her to fix everything, because she's both stupid and deeply strange.

Y: It was really fun until I started dying.

V: All her blood was on the outside. It was disgusting.

Y: It did work though!

V: Keep telling yourself that, you didn't kiss the one you really wanted to.

[Yuu gives him the finger, and Vil shoves her hand down.]

R: *vilpleasefathermychildren asks-

[Yuu sputters with laughter. Vil just winks at the camera with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

R: They want to know if there'll be a coupon code for the new release.

V: There will! It'll be released via the official fanclub email Sunday night.

Y: It'll be a whole three percent off and you have to pay to access it.

V: Stop that.

Y: [sweetly] No.

Rook: *getterbackback wants to know what your shirt says?

Y: Yeah, hold on.

[She stands and pulls the shirt out to be seen better. It says in large letters, I'M CUTE AND I BITE]

Y: You can do one yourself if you take a dark shirt, tape the parts you want covered, and scorch the area around it with diluted bleach. I've done a few of these, a few designs more than once.

V: Destroyed them?

Y: Nah, Lil wants at least one of every one I do.

V: [to the camera] That would be our fellow student Lilia Vanrouge, from Diasomnia.

Y: He's pretty great. He's *elderbatbrat if you want to look him up.

V: Sit back down so I can figure out which blush to use.

Y: Pinks and corals work best for my skin tone.

V: I thought you didn't wear makeup?

Y: Why do you think I know wearing it tires me out? It's not something I ever did a lot because of the effort.

Y: Except for highlighter. it's basically sparkles and it's light, so I like that.

V: You remember that, but not your proper name?

Y: Ain't life grand.

R: I'm getting several questions about that. Would you care to elabourate for the chat?

Y: Yeah. I don't remember a lot about where I'm from. Culturally? Lots. What I like? What I don't like? Everything. Names and places specific to who I was? No. And don't ask me to think about it too hard, I get the worst fucking headache and I stop seeing right.

V: You've never seen right in your life.

Y: Oh, fuck off, Vil.

[Vil stops blushing one cheek to point.]

V: Stop that.

[Yuu responds by biting at his finger with an audible click when her teeth meet, laughing hysterically as Vil pulls back in shock.]

V: !!! Dreadful little monster!

Y: Yeah, but you're the one who thought you'd get more views if I was here.

R: We indeed just surged another 20,000 views and counting! Excellent work, Yuu.

Y: Thank you, Rook.

[Vil looks ready to explode.]

Y: I won't bite again, that was just too easy. Please continue, I do want to see what magic you can do.

V: This is regular makeup.

Y: Metaphorically, you jackass. 

R: *rosemassacre wants to know if you're always like this.

V: She's always this horrible.

Y: Vil first saw me and called me a dumpy little potato. I told him it's because I'm great all ways and everyone wants a taste, and slapped my ass at him. He's been obsessed with me ever since.

V: I am not obsessed with you.

R: You go into a rage over her at least once a week.

V:  She can't go a week without being a pest.

Y: I went three after you kicked me out of the movie club.

V: You can't just project violence on the walls of Pomfiore because I said we weren't going to watch it!

Y: Vil, it was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and it is art.

V: A man gets sawed in half in the first ten minutes.

Y: To an absolutely bangin' soundtrack. Oh that reminds me. Ad time, hold on.

[She wiggles a little before puting on her best customer service face.]

Y: If you want to access media that is quite literally from another world, please go to MonstroMedia dot com and sign up! There's ebooks, movies, tv, music, and more. Much of it is horror, sci-fi and fantasy, as it's from my person collection of media brought with me on my laptop and backup drives. You can use the code SHOENHEITSAYSWHAT for the first month free!

[She put her hand up and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.]

Y: I completely understand piracy, but I'd appreciate if you paid because this is the only way I get spending money, and I can only bat my eyes at these boys so much before they expect something in return for gifts.

V: How'd Ashengrotto talk you into that one?

Y: He was going to make me start paying for all the food I eat if I didn't.

R: *waterwitchesbetgitches says, and I quote, "so like if ur the only gal at NRC how many boyfs you have"

Y: So many. At least twenty. Even more if there were girls here.

V: That is a gross exaggeration. She has maybe three, if we're being very generous on the definition.

Y: [points] And he's mad he's not one of them.

V: [squinting] You are absolutely dreadful and I can't understand how you're so popular.

Y: I like you too, Vil.

[Vil pauses, visibly taken aback.]

V: ... Thank you.

V: You know you're going to have paparazzi on your tail now, right?

Y: Aw, shit.

R: *insertmagicamhandlehere wants to know what's on your neck.

V: An antique chain with an attached charm specially made for me by Soleil Atelier.

R: I believe that was for Yuu.

[Yuu snickers, as Vil looks for himself. When her collar is pulled down, it fully reveals a vicious set of hickeys with visible toothmarks.]

V: Eww.

Y: You should see the other guy.

V: Eww!

[Vil takes a moment to recover, while Yuu laughs.]

Y: That could be a second part! Everyone needs that tutorial. "Bruise Coverup How-to by Vil Shoenheit: For when you just can't keep them off of you."

[Vil mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "nerds shouldn't be allowed to fuck"]

Y: Then where would your fans be?

V: At least there's only setting spray after this and then you can leave.

Y: Won't you get bored without me here?

R: One last question! *shroudstreaming has asked... well, there's a lengthy keysmash and an all-caps "why".

Y: Ah. Hi, babe!

Y: Hey, everyone go follow him, he's a total fucking babe and he refuses to take my word for it, no matter what I do to him-

[Vil sprays setting spray directly in her face, leading to Yuu coughing.]

V: No taste at all, and gross to boot. 

Y: Asshole.

[Vil offers a mirror]

V: No. Miracle worker.

[Yuu looks... well, the same, but with an even, well made-up face.]

Y: ... Aww. You remembered I like sparkles.

V: Less likely to scrub it off if you actually like it.

[Yuu's admiring herself for a few moments in silence, with Vil watching, quite pleased.]

Y: Hey, can I do you next?

V: Absolutely not.

Y: Ask the chat.

V: No.

R: Chat says yes.

V: [With a visible eye roll] Ugh, fine. 

Y: Aight. Take your shirt off.

V: What.

[Yuu brings up a case and flips it open. Inside is a magazine with a gory cover, and various things like fake blood and liquid latex.]

Y: Alright kiddies. You wanna learn how to slit a man's throat?

[Vil gets up and walks away without another word.]

Y: You said I could! Get back here!

[Yuu follows. Rook emerges from behind the camera.]

R: That's it for tonight, ma belles. Next time.

[Magicam Live ends, but not before audible yelling and scuffling, quickly cut off.]

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #vil schoenheit

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

chloe in my adrininogami roommates au

under the cut bc its a little long (1500 words of notes about chloe in this au)

ADRININOGAMI ROOMATES AU RECAP: its not really an au its just a timejump, Adrien Nino and Kagami are all like 18-19 and roommates, hawkmoth is still out there and lb and cn still dont know each others’ identities, Nino and Kagami know each others’ secret identities but don’t know Adrien’s and he doesn’t know theirs, Nino is at university while Adrien and Kagami are just taking a gap year and working minimum wage jobs and honestly they are all thriving and bffs

Chloe is a music major

At the same university as Nino

i have very little knowledge of the universities of Paris so this is going to be partially based on the American system, im sorry but youre going to have to suspend your disbelief real quick

so the university has a rule where first year students have to live on campus in the dorms

Nino escaped this rule because he is a goshdarn music nerd and quest for knowlege cannot be stopped

There wasn’t even an AP Music Theory class at his high school when he started there but he was like “whats up guys i have self-confidence now and i think it would be pretty nifty if we had this class” and then talked to teachers and convinced a bunch of his friends to sign up for it so now its a class

And thats the only AP Music class and he still wanted to learn,,, so he just,,, started taking online college courses,,, in music theory,,, for fun,,,, the absolute nerd <3

he will ramble excitedly about music history to anyone who will listen and you cant even be upset bc he is so energetic about this

All of this is to say that, by the time he graduated high school, he had already completed a bunch of college classes, so he got to enter university as a sophomore, which is how he is living off campus with adrien and kagami

Chloe, however, is a freshman, so shes gotta live on campus in the freshman dorms and have a roommate

her roommate, by the way, is Juleka

Chloe has calmed down significantly by this time and sucks a lot less. She and Juleka are not friends by any account, but basically, when they were signing up for roommates, they were both like “whelp this is better than rooming with a total stranger, i wont talk to you or bother you if you dont talk to me”

chloe and juleka have not actually spoken to each other since school started,, they pretty much stay out of the dorm room unless they are sleeping and then they stay on their side of the room and do not make eye contact and dont touch each others stuff

and chloe is totally fine with this

just kidding, hahaha, she is sad and lonely and wants to make friends but is terrible at it,,, her models for friendship include Adrien who she knows she messed up with completely and the best thing she can do now for their relationship is avoid him so she doesnt mess it up more,, and Sabrina, who is also refusing to speak to her now and basically taught chloe that the way to do friendship is to like? do their homework or something??

(juleka is vibing and living her best life btw, shes just also an introvert and only goes to the dorm when she is tired and needs to refresh and also chloe is the one acting like they shouldnt talk)

SO,,, chloe is a music major bc she thinks its pretty nifty and fun and also because she is trying to avoid anything to do with her parents,,, she has reached the point where like “be a dissapointment to my parents” is like,, her life goal,,, which is kinda a “good for her” situation and kinda a “holy heck plz get her some therapy situation”

wow we’ve got a bunch of backstory but we are finally to the point of this post

Chloe has several classes with Nino and she keeps accidentally flocking to him because she already knows him from high school and he has such good vibes

Nino is kind of just trying to avoid her,, he doesnt HATE her,, but,, it is chloe,, yknow

but then they get paired up for a group project and the group meets at nino’s apartment, and adrien is not in the building whenever chloe is there, on purpose,, they will be friends again eventually but their friendship is taking a little bit of a break and adrien is still learning how to have boundaries so he’s just doing what’s best for his mental health

chloe is totally fine with this and doesnt miss him at all

just kidding she is lying

BUT

you know who IS just chilling in the apartment while chloe is there

kagami

who is now like 19 and having some actual self confidence and happiness and who is chilling in her apartment with nino, one of her best friends

and chloe gets through the first group meetup at nino’s house and doesn’t spent any time just staring at kagami who’s chilling reading books in the corner (yes she does)

chloe is actually trying her hardest to be nice to the group members and make friends and prove that she can be a good person and a hard worker but she has very little social skills or work ethics skills and is having complicated emotions about adrien and hasnt even realized it yet but she is falling HARD for kagami,

all that is to say that chloe is a little bit distracted from the group project

but anyway they meet up again and this time chloe has done a ton of research and prep beforehand bc she doesnt want 2 be caught offguard made to look like a fool again and everyone is like what the heck, since when does she study things?

and anyway the project goes pretty great

but then

chloe has a goshdarn crying breakdown

because she is experiencing too many emotions all at once

the combination of just,,, university coursework is stressful and living without servants for the very first time in her life and parental issues and not having friends and also literally everything is just aaaa

so she starts crying in her dorm while doing homework while juleka is there but she literally forgets that juleka is there bc juleka is kind of a cryptid

and juleka just kinda stares at her for a minute and then is like “u good”

and chloe tries to pretend shes not startled and is like “haha yeah its fine”

and juleka is like “have u considered getting a tutor”

and chloe, who is stupid, is like “hmm i should ask nino to tutor me but only at his place and only when kagami is home and i should make sure that i look super cute and i need to study beforehand so that i look cool and smart in front of kagami,, i mean,, for no reason at all i just think this is a good idea”

she talks to nino and nino is like “ok i guess i can help tutor you but u have to actually make an effort and also stick to a schedule so youre not there when adriens there bc we are respecting his boundaries and also you need to-”

and chloe is like “great perfect done”

and then she actually does everything nino says

so basically

she ends up passing all of her classes and making friends

literally just because she is too stupid to actually try to talk to kagami

they literally do not have any conversations other than like “hey, whats up?” “nothing much lol” for like,,, an entire year

also chloe does not admit to herself that she has a crush on kagami for that entire time either

meanwhile adrien and nino and kagami are all a little confused bc chloe keeps flirting at nino??? and adrien is like “im pretty sure she likes girls but idk???” and nino keeps being like “hey chloe what’s up, i just got back from hanging out with my amazing girlfriend alya who i am very in love with,, and who is my girlfriend,, who i am dating”

and chloe has literally no idea why he is doing this but continues to flirt at him and subconciously hope that kagami will catch some of her flirting vibes and falls in love with her

so basically

they are all stupid

BUT Chloe and Nino do become actual friends and chloe actually respects him for the amazing wonderful smart talented kind person that he is and he helps her make some new friends and they get to the point where they are a super great study group and she’ll listen to all his homework assignments and proofread some of them when its like finals cramming time and they are supporting each other and their friendship is good

#chlogami #chloe bourgeois #ml chloe #nino lahiffe #kagami tsurugi #adrien agreste #juleka couffaine #adrininogami roomates au #platonic adrininogami #adrininogami

[kpophours]

Haven

➵ Stray Kids: Jisung x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, frenemies to lovers AU / fluff

➵ warnings: slight cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, a teeny tiny bit sexual suggestiveness (nothing explicit)

➵ word count: 6k

It’s not even 8am, and your eyes feel as dry as sandpaper while your head is pounding with a slight migraine. You’re currently getting everything ready for the crowd of caffeine addicts that will soon arrive at the café you work at. It’s way too early to deal with the horde of zombies called students, but you got stuck with the worst shift of the day - starting at 7.30am which, in your opinion, is just inhuman. Stupid Minho and his stupid luck whenever it comes to drawing straws. For some reason, you always end up getting the shortest one. At least you’ll be done with work before most people your age have even made it out of bed. Still, right now you’d give almost everything to be back in your blanket burrito. Earning money is hard and annoying. If you’ve ever wondered if working at a café could ruin the beauty of coffee… the answer is yes. Because capitalism destroys everything, leaving no survivors.  

“Good morning, Y/N!”, your co-worker and the other unlucky one having drawn one of the shorter straws chirps when she enters the café, and you grimace - Sana’s voice is way too cheerful so early in the morning. You only give her a curt nod of your head, not in the mood to talk right now. You’re not really in the mood to do anything, if you’re being honest. Ugh, you hate the morning shift. You’re currently 80% tired, but 20% also tired - you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be tired anymore. College is great! 

Sana doesn’t seem to mind your grumpiness though, being the sweetheart that she simply is, and begins to wipe the counter while humming a cheery song under her breath. It’s only her second week at work, but so far she’s proven to be a better and more reliable part-timer than the last three who had worked here. Jun is usually a nice and caring boss, but he has some strict rules - always be on time, no drinking coffee while you’re working, don’t take more breaks than necessary, and don’t give out free drinks to your friends. The last three part-timers had broken at least one of these rules, so Jun had let them go again. Sana is doing well so far, and you think that Jun has maybe even taken a liking to her - not that you can blame him, she’s not only super nice and a general sunshine, but also incredibly beautiful and funny. You’re always happy whenever you work a shift with her. She’s a student like yourself, and wants to become a kindergarten teacher. You’d never let your children near her though, too scared they’d like her more than you - not that you could actually blame them. “Shall I put on some music?”, Sana asks after she’s finished with wiping everything down, and you just nod, finally being done with prepping the giant coffee machines. Just seconds later, smooth lounge music fills the cozy space of the café, and you inhale deeply. 

Maybe you lied earlier. Capitalism did not destroy coffee for you, you still very much love the scent, taste, and especially the effect of it. You check the time, noticing you still have about 15 minutes left before you have to open the café - meaning you have more than enough time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee with Sana. She immediately agrees to drink a cappuccino with you, and just minutes later, you bask in the fresh scent of grounded coffee beans. Sana sighs deeply after having taken the first sip, and gives you a bright smile. “Heavenly. You truly make the best coffee out of all of us, Y/N!”, she compliments you, and you tilt your head to one side. Thanks to the caffeine in your system, you’re finally ready to talk to her now. “Well, if my academic brilliance proves futile, I can always become the best barista in the world, I guess. And by the way, don’t let Minho hear you say that, or he’ll force you to taste all the coffee he makes, resulting in you overdosing on caffeine. You know what he‘s like.”, you answer, and Sana giggles. “Well, I stand with what I said, and I’ll even say it to his face. He needs to learn that he can’t always be the best at everything.” You raise one eyebrow, lips twitching. “No offense, but I don’t think he’s ever been the best at anything so far, he’s just very good at pretending. He basically invented the phrase “fake it till you make it”.” 

Before Sana can reply, there’s a knock against one of the café’s windows. Surprised, you look up, and groan when you see a familiar face staring back at you. “What is he doing here?!”, you grumble, and place your mug on the counter, not moving a single muscle. But Sana, being her nice and angelic self, is already walking towards the door of the café, and before you can protest, she’s already unlocked it. Jisung jumps over the threshold, sporting a bright grin. He greets Sana with a hug, before sliding his giant headphones off his ears. “Moooorning.”, he says, with at least five Os. You’re already annoyed. You’ve known Jisung for… well. For a long time. Too long, some would say (you, for example). Your moms have been close friends since their own college years, and while they thankfully didn’t move into the same neighborhood, they ended up living quite close to each other. Meaning Jisung had been there for pretty much you entire childhood and teenage years - at every single one of your birthday parties, at most Christmases, and sometimes even at Easter (even though neither of your families really celebrated Easter). You’ve also gone on hiking trips together, and on wildlife expeditions, and on holidays by the seaside… In almost all your memories, there’s Jisung. 

“Ugh, why are you so obsessed with me?”, you whine when he leans over the counter to grab your mug and take a sip of your coffee, “There are literally hundreds of colleges and you had to go choose the one I’m attending?!” He grins, puffing out his stupidly adorable hamster cheeks. “I’d never be so cruel and rid you of my pleasant company, my dearest Y/N.”, he answers, dark eyes sparkling with humor. You just huff and turn around. “The usual?”, you ask in a flat voice, and he hums in confirmation. To say you hate Jisung would be a severe overstatement, you just often strongly... dislike him. And feel annoyed whenever he’s around. Mostly because he’s a walking disaster, who kinda thinks the world revolves around him (you blame him being an only child for that). One of your most vivid and probably also traumatic childhood memories is of your sixth birthday party: you had gotten a brand new, soft green bicycle, falling in love with it as soon as you laid eyes on it. Naturally, you had wanted to take it around the block for a little test drive, but all of the sudden, Jisung had thrown a big tantrum until your mom had made you give him the bike first. And being the clumsy child that he simply was (and kinda still is), he had crashed your beautiful new bike into a tree. The tree had won that battle, the handle bar completely bent, same with the front wheel. So you and your bike had been a very short love story with a tragic ending. Romeo and Juliet had nothing on you. And this instance has only been one of many - Jisung had also accidentally sat on your birthday cake once (till this day, you have no idea how he’d even managed to do that). He had also ruined one of your favorite jumpers by dumping ink all over it, had tipped over the canoe when you’d been happily paddling on a lake one summer day, and had given you a black eye when you went mini golfing for your eleventh birthday.

So Han Jisung has always been - and probably will always be - a walking disaster. Being his friend means you have a “Why is he like that” moment at least five times a day. Your biggest fear at the moment is that he’s accidentally going to sit on your brand new laptop and break it, the one you had been saving up for for over two years. And then you’ll just have to kill him which will probably make his very nice mom very sad. But as the bible clearly states: an eye for an eye, a life for a laptop. Or maybe he’s just going to set your whole apartment on fire - he’s truly a mess inside the kitchen, you sadly know that from experience (note to self: never try to bake cookies with Jisung ever again). Your old dorm kitchen will probably never recover from that one particular incident that ended with half the building having to be evacuated. This is one of the reasons why Jisung hasn’t been at your new place yet. The second one being that you also only just moved into it a few weeks ago. Ever since moving, he’s been pestering you though, asking you to have a movie night with him at your new place. Like you said, he’s kinda obsessed with you. He also literally spends every morning at the café you work at - or well, you just assume it’s every morning. As you’re a part timer, you don’t actually have to work every single morning, but he’s definitely always here when you have drawn one of the short straws again.

You quickly busy yourself with making a flat white for Jisung, his preferred drink of choice, while he continues to chat with Sana. They know each other thanks to a mutual friend of theirs, Chan - he’s one of Jisung’s roommates as well as Sana’s best friend. Everyone on campus knows Chan: he’s on the student council, he plays for the baseball team, and he’s one of the most promising music majors you’ve ever seen (or well, heard), already being scouted by different labels even though he’s not even a senior yet. And he’s also just so nice and down to earth, truly a prime example of a man. Jisung should really take a leaf out of Chan’s book. 

“Here you go.”, you say while sliding Jisung’s finished order his way, taking your own mug out of his hands while doing so. You quickly shake your head when he wants to hand you his credit card, and he shoots you a happy smile. Jun would probably fire you instantly if he knew about this, but not once have you let Jisung pay for his coffee - and you’ve been working here for almost four months now. You try to ignore the way your stomach jolts when Jisung locks eyes with you, but fail miserably. So maybe he has the most beautiful smile in the whole world, and maybe his eyes hold entire galaxies in them, but what about it? It’s not like you even really like him, right?

You turn around and pretend to wipe down the coffee machine, but in reality, you just don’t want to look at Jisung’s cute hamster cheeks anymore, because they just make you want to squish them. And you have a reputation to lose. “Well, I’m off to my lecture now - I hope your day will be pleasant, ladies!”, Jisung finally says, and you turn around, catching him giving you a mock salute and mischievous wink. You just wave at him, while Sana wishes him a good day as well. As soon as the door falls close behind him again, you exhale. You really need to get a grip on yourself.

It’s Friday night, and there’s a party at Jisung’s frat house. At first, you don’t want to go, but your roommate Amber basically drags you with her. You know she’s only going because she has the biggest crush on Chan, and you honestly can’t even blame her - half the girls on campus have a crush on him after all, and at least a third of the guys. But while Amber and Chan are good friends, nothing more has ever been going on between them - not yet, that is. Who knows, maybe tonight’s finally the night.

You’re currently sipping on some stale beer Seungmin - one of Jisung’s roommates - had handed you the second you stepped over the threshold of the frat house, scanning the room for people you know. Amber is off to greet some friends from her architecture class, so you’re on your own for now. Which is fine, you don’t really mind just standing in the corner to observe the other guests, it’s actually highly entertaining. For example, there’s one guy twerking like crazy to some Beyoncé song. You think his name is Kevin and he’s in your calc class. A friend of his is currently hyping him up like crazy, while another one with green dyed hair is clearly wishing he was somewhere entirely else. You honestly can’t blame him, the secondhand-embarrassment way too real. A few seconds later, Sana enters the room with a group of girls, and she happily waves at you as soon as she spots you. You simply return her smile, before continuing to watch Kevin. 

“Enjoying the show?”, someone beside you suddenly asks, and you jump, dumping some of your beer over your shirt. “Oh fuck you!”, you yelp, and turn around to glare at Minho’s shit-eating grin, “You definitely scared me on purpose!” “Fuck... me? Absolutely, just name the time and place, babe.”, he answers, and you smack his chest. “Not even in your wildest dreams, Lee.”, you reply, and narrow your eyes at him. He pouts playfully. “I just think we’d make a really great couple.”, he argues, and you shake your head. “Well, society should be able to limit what some people are allowed to think, then.”, you retort, voice flat, and he ruffles your hair. “You know what I love about you? You’re kinda mean and annoying, but unapologetically so.”, he says, and you raise one eyebrow. “I might be kinda mean and annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie.” At this, Minho gasps dramatically, and protectively clutches his phone to his chest. “I mean, I could always change it to one of your selfies, you know?”, he then suggests, making you groan. He’s clearly drunk already or else he wouldn’t be flirting like this. If this sad attempt can even be considered flirting, it’s probably just him being his annoying and arrogant Scorpio self. Minho sighs deeply. “When will you finally accept my eternal love for you, Y/N?”, he asks, and tries to grab one of your hands, but you just smack him again. “Maybe when you finally stop cheating at drawing straws! I have the Monday morning shift again!”, you hiss, and he smirks. “You’ll never know my secret.”, he says smugly, and empties his cup in one single gulp. 

You begin to pout and take a sip from your own cup, eyes wandering towards where Kevin is still throwing it back on the dance floor. “If I ever do something remotely like that, just take me out, and instantly.”, you say, an exasperated expression on your face. “On a date or with a sniper?”, a familiar voice on your other side suddenly asks, and you sigh internally. “Han.”, you greet your favorite frenemy, and Jisung grins while wrapping one arm around your shoulder. “Nice to see you accepted my invite.”, he says, and you quickly duck out of his embrace, trying to ignore your racing heart. Minho just wiggles his eyebrows at you, before flashing you a shit-eating grin and disappearing from view. Traitor. 

“I only came because Amber asked me to.”, you explain, and stand on your tiptoes to look for your friend. Seriously, where did she even go?! It’s been at least 15 minutes since she left you on your own. “You can just admit that you missed my handsome face, you know.”, Jisung says, and you snort. “Yeah, whatever you say, hamster boy.” He groans, ruffling his hair with one hand and making it stand on end. You desperately suppress the need to flatten it again, and quickly take another sip of your beer. “Don’t you get tired of using that old nickname? Plus, my cheeks aren’t as chubby anymore! I have finally lost all my baby fat, the glow up we’ve all been desperately waiting for!”, he says, and you suppress a smile, looking him up and down. “I guess some people would agree that you don’t look bad.”, you finally reply, and ignore the way your heart flutters when he shoots you a wide grin. “Aww, you old softie, I knew you actually liked me.”, he says, lovingly punching your shoulder. You grimace, rubbing the spot he hit - you know he and Chan have started to work out recently, and apparently, Jisung doesn’t know his own strength anymore. “Now don’t get all sappy on me, just because I might have erased your name out of my death note.”, you reply, quickly draining your cup to hide your blush, and mumble something about getting a new drink before basically running away from him. When you enter the kitchen, you exhale deeply. Your hands are shaking, your heart is racing and you know the blush is still very prominent on your cheeks. 

So yeah, maybe you’re kinda a bit in love with Han Jisung. He might be a complete mess, but he’s also funny, hard-working, intelligent and something close to a musical genius. And yeah, maybe you absolutely adore his stupid hamster cheeks, bright smile and beautiful dark chocolate eyes. You close your eyes for a few seconds, groaning internally. You don’t want to be in love with Han Jisung! There is literally no other person you want to be less in love with. Okay, except for Lee Minho, simply because you just couldn’t bring yourself to ever date a Scorpio, no offense. But Han Jisung is at least a close second! 

You can’t even say when you first began to develop these kinds of feelings for him. After graduating high school, you had finally realized how much you’d actually miss Jisung’s constant presence once you had to go off to different colleges. You’re almost embarrassed to admit how your heart had leaped when he told you he’d actually be going to the same college as you. Maybe you had truly just always kind of loved him - him and his weird antics. He’s always been himself, and unapologetically so. In the modern world of snapchat filters, snow apps and facetune, he’s always felt real to you.

You shake your head, trying to get rid of these thoughts, and groan again. After you’ve refilled your red party cup, you drown it in a few gulps, repeating the process a few times. Drowning your feelings might not be the responsible thing to do just now, but well, you’re only in your early twenties, so you still have lots of time to become a more responsible adult in the future.

Half an hour later, you have probably drunk way too much beer and are also still trying to figure out where Amber has gone. So you finally decide to go search for her, noticing that for some reason, the floor seems to tilt a bit with every step you take. “Weeeeird.”, you mumble, squinting your eyes, “That’s new.” Just then, you manage to walk into someone, soaking their entire backside with your beer. The person yelps loudly, before turning around to glare at you. Your brain needs a few seconds to recognizes the handsome face, and when it finally does, you give him a bright smile while slurring “Hyunjiiiiiin.”, squishing his face between your hands. The boy turns from annoyed to alarmed, and pries your hands from his face while narrowing his eyes at you. “Okay, what and how much did you drink, Y/N?!” Your smile gets even wider. “Only the best kind of alcohol, which is a lot!” Hyunjin just groans and begins to look around for someone. “Where is Han when you need him?!” With that, he wraps one arm around your waist to pull you with him and through the crowd. You hold onto him like your life depends on it - and the way the floor is swaying from side to side right now, it truly just might. You make a disgusted sound when your hand touches Hyunjin’s soaked shirt. “You’re wet, do you know that?”, you mumble, head lulling around until Hyunjin gently guides it to rest against his shoulder. “Yeah, surprisingly I do.”, he says, but in your current state, his sarcasm gets totally lost on you. “You should change, it’s freezing outside, and we don’t want you to catch a cold!”, you tell him off, and he groans, half amused, half exasperated. “I promise I will change as soon as I’ve found Han.” 

You raise both eyebrows at that. “Why do you need to find Jisung? Does he have clothes for you?” Just then, Hyunjin seems to find the desired person, sighing in relief. “Hey, Han! I think your girlfriend has had a little bit too much to drink tonight.”, he yells over the music, and you frown. “His girlfriend? Since when does Jisung have a girlfriend?! And why hasn’t he told me about her?! I’m his oldest friend! Like, not old in the sense of actually being old, but in the sense of time spent toge-”, before you can ramble on, Hyunjin basically shoves you into Jisung’s outstretched arms. “Here, she’s your responsibility now! Take her home or whatever. I’m gonna go change.”, he says curtly, before turning around and marching off. You wave at his retreating backside, before you look up at Jisung, who sports a very confused expression. “Uh, what exactly happened?”, he asks, taking in your glossy eyes, flushed cheeks and lopsided smile, “Shit, are you drunk?! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!” He actually looks amazed, and you can’t help but ruffle his dark hair. It feels silky when it slips through your fingers, and you giggle to yourself. “Nice.”, you murmur, before you glare at him, “So, you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me about her?! That’s rather rude, you know? We’re friends, after all! The oldest friends ever! I tell you almost everything.” Jisung just blinks a few times, before he shakes his head in disbelief. “Uh, okay, maybe I should bring you home.”, he murmurs, and wraps his arms even tighter around your waist, “Where’s your stuff?” You shrug while snuggling closer to him to bury your face in the crook of his neck. He yelps, and freezes for a few seconds, before he sighs and drags you towards one of the sofas. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be back in a second.”, he murmurs softly, and tugs some of you hair behind your ear. You lean into his touch, and close your eyes while nodding. The last thing you hear is his low chuckle.

Bright sunlight greets you the second you try to open your eyes. You groan and decide it’s better to just close them again. Seeing is overrated anyway, especially when your head is pounding like crazy. Mh, maybe you did drink a little bit too much yesterday.

“Are you alive? Groan once for yes, twice for no.”

You truly love your roommate, but right now, you’re prepared to throw her out the window as her voice cuts through your hazy state like a knife. Still, you manage to groan once.

“Okay, good. There’s water on your bedside table, and some aspirin. Take it.” 

For the second time this morning (or midday, you honestly have no idea what time it is), you try to open your eyes, just a teeny tiny bit. Still half blind, you carefully fumble for said things on your bedside table. After taking the aspirin and drinking some water, you sigh in relief and fall back into your pillows. “You were really out of it yesterday, huh? Any reason for drinking for at least three people?”, Amber asks, her voice laced with quiet humor. You just grumble something unintelligible, and she chuckles. “Do you remember who brought you home?”

You finally turn around to look at her, raising one eyebrow. “... You?”, you guess, and she presses her lips together to try and stifle her shit-eating grin - she fails though. “Nope. I was kinda busy.”, she just answers, a smug expression on her face. You finally manage to sit up, ruffling your messy bed hair. “Busy doing what? Now that I think of it, I remember you were gone from my side the second we stepped foot inside the frat house. Talk about loyalty.” You try not to sound too offended, but while you don’t remember much from last night, you do remember that you spent some time looking for it, but in vain. “Chan.”, Amber just answers, and you squeal - regretting it a split second later when a sharp pain shoots through your head. “Remind me to never make that noise again while I’m nursing a hangover.”, you say, holding your head between your hands, and Amber giggles. “Noted. But yeah, Chan and I… well. Let’s just say we had a good night.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, and you return her grin. “Well, congrats, then! You snatched the Bang Chan, props to you.” Her smile softens, and she sighs dreamily. “He even asked me on a date afterwards. So we’re going out to get some pasta tonight.”, she tells you, and your smile gets even bigger. “I’m so happy for you, Amber. He’s a really great guy, and you deserve a really great guy.”, you say gently, and she nods. “Damn right I do. But speaking of a really great guy - Jisung was actually the one to bring you home last night.”, she explains, grinning smugly when she sees your shocked expression. “He did what now?!”, you ask, not ready to believe her, at least not yet. Amber leans back on her elbows, obviously enjoying this way too much. “Well, after you drank about half the alcohol the boys bought for the party, you decided to give Hyunjin a beer shower, who immediately realized it was definitely time to get you home, so he went searching for Jisung who then brought you to our apartment. No idea what happened after you left the frat house though, I only got to know about this because Hyunjin told Chan who told me.”

You bury your face in your pillow and let out a long, miserable noise. You sound a bit like a dying whale which makes Amber laugh. “Ah, come on, it’s not that bad. You and Jisung are friends after all, I’m sure he saw you drunk lots of times already!”

You shake your head.

“Wait, he hasn’t?!”

“Nope. I very rarely get drunk, and it’s not like Jisung and I are actual friends like that - friends who take care of each other and so on, you know?”, you try to explain, and Amber frowns. “What do you mean? Y/N, you and Jisung have known each other since forever, you hang out constantly, and you always talk about him with endless adoration - well, and a bit of annoyance too, to be fair. But what do you mean you’re not friends “like that”?!” You blink at her, surprise written all over your face. “I don’t talk about him with endless adoration!”, you disagree. Amber just gives you a very long, hard look, and you begin gnawing at your lip. “I… do?”, you ask in a small voice, and she nods. “You talk to him every day, Y/N, and you talk about him even more. It would be annoying if it weren’t also extremely cute.”, she replies, and begins filing her nails, lips twitching while she watches you trying to digest what she’s just told you. “I guess… I should at least message him to thank him for bringing me home.”

“And for tucking you into bed.”

You groan and throw your pillow at Amber. She catches it and laughs. “What, you looked very cozy and all snuggled up when I came home! And I doubt you yourself did that, at least if Hyunjin told the truth about the amount of alcohol you consumed yesterday.”

You look yourself up and down, noticing that you’re not wearing your clothes from last night anymore, but your favorite pj’s, the ones with little succulents on it. “Does this mean…”, you whisper, but shake your head, “Nope, not even going there. I’m way too sleep-deprived and hangover to deal with any of that right now.” Amber grins and shrugs. “Just go ask Jisung, I’m sure he can fill you in on everything.” You groan again, and fall back onto your bed. “I’ll have to take a shower first.”, you mumble, and close your eyes again. “Yes, please do, you reek of stale beer.” And with that, your roommate throws your pillow back at you.

It’s already about to get dark again when you arrive at the frat house, nervously bouncing on your feet for a few seconds before you finally gather the courage to knock on the front door. You quickly stuff your hands back into the pockets of your leather jacket, gnawing at your lower lip while waiting for someone to open the door. Just a few minutes later, Hyunjin’s tired face greets you. He raises both eyebrows when he lays eyes on you, immediately noticing your nervous expression. “Hi.”, you say, and give him a small smile. He leans against the doorframe, and crosses both arms over his chest. “Hi yourself. You actually look less zombie-like than expected.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks, today’s look is inspired by sleep deprivation and a mean hangover. Water and aspirin helped though, or else I could have auditioned for The Walking Dead.”, you grumble, “And uh… Thanks for yesterday, by the way. I’m really sorry about your shirt, I heard I dumped beer all over it.” Hyunjin cracks a smile at that, and shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s fine. The washing machine will take care of that. Wanna come in?”, he asks, and you nod, quickly following him inside the warmth of the parlor. 

Surprisingly, the house looks clean and tidy again - the guys must have spent the entire day getting rid of last night’s mess. You’re actually impressed. “Han is in his room.”, Hyunjin says, before you even have the chance to ask, and you gulp nervously. “O-okay…”, you mumble, and are just about to walk up the stairs, when Hyunjin tugs on your sleeve. You turn around to face him again, expression questioning. The boy gnaws at his lip, looking nervous. “Just… Finally tell him, okay? I’m like, literally begging you.”, he then says, and you narrow your eyes at him. “Tell him what, exactly?”, you inquire, but Hyunjin only gives you an exasperated gaze. “You know exactly what. We’re all tired of you guys pining after each other but not actually doing anything about your feelings. Quick reminder: this is not a cheesy rom-com where you have to wait until one of you guys leaves the country so you can finally declare your love at the airport or some big, stupid gesture like that. Just do it now, in his stuffy frat room and get it over with.” Before you’re able to reply, he gives you a mock salute and retreats into the kitchen. You huff, surprised at the audacity of his words, and turn around to finally go up the stairs and towards Jisung’s room. 

You take in a few deep breaths before knocking on his door, trying to steady yourself. Then, you wait - but after a few seconds have passed and the door has not yet been opened, you simply turn the doorknob and let yourself in. Jisung sits at his desk, giant headphones covering his ears while he hums along to the music he’s listening to. Well, that explains why he didn’t hear you knocking. You quickly cross the room, and tap his shoulder. He screams, and whips around, almost ripping his headphones off in the process. You giggle at his shocked expression, dark eyes almost comically big in his face. “When did you arrive!?”, he almost yells, and you slide the headphones off his ears, brushing some of his hair back while doing so. His eyelids flutter for a few seconds, before he raises one eyebrow. “You don’t look that shitty, which is surprising considering the amount of beer you drank last night.”, he says after looking you up and down, and you defensively cross your arms over your chest. “Wow, thanks. Always the charmer, huh?”, you huff in mock offense, and he grins up at you. “No need to charm when I know your heart is already mine.” You almost choke on your own spit, and beg the blush creeping on your cheeks to just not do that right now. Truly not the time nor place. “I came to thank you, actually. For last night - I heard you were the one to bring me home.”, you finally admit, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. 

Jisung just stares at you for a few seconds, before giving you a soft smile. “Well, yeah. I couldn’t just let anyone take you home - and Amber was kinda busy, I heard.” You nod. “True, I’m glad you didn’t interrupt whatever she was doing. So, uh, yeah, thanks, you’re… a good friend, I guess.” Almost immediately, embarrassment washes over you, and you groan at your own words. Jisung’s lips begin to twitch. “A good friend, huh?”, he repeats and crosses both hands behind his head, still looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You blink a few times, before slowly beginning to nod. “Y-yeah…?” “For someone so smart, you’re really fucking oblivious sometimes, you know that?”, Jisung suddenly states, and you huff. “Excuse me?! Who do you call obliv-” But before you can tell him off, he pulls you onto his lap and then, his lips are on yours. You yelp, freezing for a few seconds, before basically melting against him. He hums appreciatively, and wraps both arms around you to pull you even closer towards him, deepening the kiss. You bury your hands in his soft hair, gently tugging on it, and he groans against your lips. You use the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth while his hands wander lower to grab your ass. You shift on top of him, and he moans when you brush against his crotch. 

When you draw back to catch your breaths, you simply stare at each other, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. Then, Jisung begins to smile at you, and your heart flutters. Twenty years of seeing his smile, but you’ll apparently never get used to it. “About fucking time.”, he then murmurs against your lips, voice pleased, and you roll your eyes at him. “I’m not oblivious, by the way! You’re the oblivious one - I never give anyone free coffee, because it could literally cost me my job, and yet you always get a flat white on the house!”, you tell him, and he smirks. “Oh, baby, the oblivious one is definitely you - or do you really think I just happen to have a lecture every morning you got the early shift again?”, he replies, a smug expression on his face. You just stare at him. “You-”, but before you can say anything else, Jisung quickly presses his lips against yours again. You immediately lean into his embrace, and close your eyes, losing yourself to his touch - so familiar, yet also so new and exciting.

Yes, maybe you’ve truly always been in love with Han Jisung - but at least he seems to feel the exact same way. 

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[anotherbeingsworld]

the start of something new

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Alessia Lyxienne)

Rating: G and very fluffy!

Word Count: 1787

Summary: An AU where bryce and alessia becomes study buddies through a cup of cappuccino.

Prompts: @choicesjunechallenge2021 : Day 2 - cappuccino.

A/N: Day 2 of my writing streak for our boy - Bryce hehe ! Its an AU where MC is also a student at Stanford with Bryce - and where he works part-time as a barista there! The concept is very cute, and I hope y'all love it! Shoutout to @appiomofchoice again for the help and the support <33 (I apologize for any grammar mistakes since english is not my first language and such, enjoy!)

During her time here, she discovered a vintage caf�� away from campus – and since then, it's been her studying nook. It was never crowded or filled with people unlike the ones in the campus radius. The atmosphere was calm, as the customers weren’t as crowded. She was known as a local there among the workers. The baristas knew her name and her usual order, especially during the afternoons. But, today was an exception as she needed the night to study for her anatomy test tomorrow afternoon.

Stanford’s exam season came rolling in a blink of an eye. The library was occupied, as every seat was filled with students preparing themselves for the season. As for one Alessia Lyxienne, she prefers to study with the comfort of a hot drink – either to give her a sense of comfort or as a boost for her to survive the whole day while indulging herself in a textbook filled with words.

The music playing in the background was a reverb tune, as she smiles over the scent of brewed coffee and pastries. She walks upon her usual seat, before getting into the line. As it was her turn to order – she stumbled upon a familiar face from her anatomy class; the infamous Bryce Lahela.

“Welcome, what would you like to order?” He looks up and smiles over the familiar face.

“Are you from Dr. Lizza’s anatomy class today? You looked familiar.” She smiles before nodding to the question.

“Yes, I’m Alessia. And, you are the ‘infamous’ Bryce Lahela then?” She nods towards his name tag on his apron.

“The one and only.” He smiles at her, as she continues to convo.

“I never knew you worked here, despite being quite a regular here.” She raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity.

“I heard about you, my buddy Mikayla would talk about this one girl who ordered the same order every time she came in – and, here you are.”

Alessia nods in confirmation,

“Hey, they served a good cup of cappuccino here – and, maybe there’s a new reason for me to keep coming back here.” She winks at him – clearly surprised herself upon the sudden flirtation going on. She examined him, as the brown eyes of his shine brightly as the attire looks adorable on him. She tries to remember him – how he looked like during classes, however, this is the first time she saw him close.

“Maybe if you play your cards right – I’ll treat you to a cappuccino made by yours truly. The best this town will ever have.” He challenges her, as she nods in resolute with a pinch of excitement in her.

Bryce nods to the customer in the back, as Alessia immediately orders her usual. A cup of cappuccino and a side of chocolate croissant.

“I’ll send it to you later.” He winks before passing the change – as Alessia returns a smile his way.

-

A couple of minutes had passed, as Alessia began to revise some of the terms in her textbook once more. Recalling each term one-by-one, before she was interrupted by the scent of coffee itself. There he was holding the tray her way, as she helped him with the contents.

“Thank you, Bryce.” She states as Bryce nods – his eyes fall onto the familiarity of the terms on the table.

“Studying for the test tomorrow?” She nods, as she took a small sip of the drink.

“Yeah – I need to get some of the terms in my mind. It's gonna be a long night – but, I got coffee.” She held on to the cup with a proud expression on her face.

Bryce laughs, his voice sounds rich to the ears as she wanted to hear it again.

“My shift ends in a little bit, but wanna study together?” His sudden question makes her froze, somehow shocked but, she nods regardless – and immediately she wanted to kick herself in the face for acting like a weirdo in front of the man.

“Yes, sure! Yes.” She replies with quite an enthusiasm before he left the table. She mentally scolds herself for the awkward replies but, smiles regardless before continuing to focus on her notes.

-

It was an hour later, as the clock strikes at 10 p.m. However, Alessia manages to get her studying done a bit – as Bryce came to her table joining her along the way.

“It's already closing time, but we could stay a bit since I’ll be closing the shop tonight.” He stated as a backpack was brought with him.

“Lahela, good luck with the test tomorrow! And, wait a minute – both you and Alessia are in the same class? It’s a small world after all.” Mikayla winks at him, as she waved goodbye at them both.

“You know her?” Bryce asked suddenly at the sudden wink which was thrown their way.

“Yes, since I become a regular – she was the one whose cappuccino I kept coming back to. And, we become quite close since then.” Bryce nods at the response.

“Well, how about I treat you to another Bryce special before we began the new session shall we?”

“Let’s see if it can beat Mikayla’s recipe shall we?” She jokes as he started to make the drinks for their late-night session.

-

“Here let me pay for the extra one.”

He stops her before the money lands on his hands.

“It’s on me – as for saying yes to this study session.” He says as she nods excitedly – sipping the drink with an astonished look on her face.

“This is much better! But, don’t tell Mikayla, she’ll kill me.” Bryce lets out a laugh, as he nods.

“My lips are sealed.” He acts as he zips his mouth before throwing the key away, making her filled with laughter.

They started to study together – and in between those moments; they began to get to know one another. In between moments, there were hidden glances and smiles, as they quiz one another in the dim light of the empty café. There were waves of laughter, smiles, and even competitive streaks between them both.

-

Hours later, it was already 1 a.m. as they finally left the café. Alessia waiting for Bryce as he closes it for the day, she smiles as he met her eyes.

“Is everything locked?”

“Done and done. Let’s go – it's already late, let me walk you back to campus.” He stated as they made their way along the pavement back to their dorms. They stopped at the front of the dorms, as they are saying goodbye.

“I had fun tonight – and studying with you was very very fun.” Alessia begins, as Bryce returns a smile to her statement.

“Hey, I did win during our rapid rounds – it was indeed very fun.”

“No, you won by half a point – it doesn’t count!”

He clicks his tongue her way, somehow they have known each other a whole lifetime – it felt comfortable being with him and honestly, she wants to see him again. Their laughter died down, as there was a silence that follows.

“Do you – maybe, wanna do this again tomorrow? After the exams, maybe at someplace other than the café?” He suddenly asks her, as she nods instantly – somehow as if he was reading her mind.

“Yes, I’d love to. But, I’ll treat you on the next meal – I know a place where they have the best food in the whole country.” She explains excitedly earning an eyebrow raised from Bryce himself.

“The best huh, well – I’ll accept, only if you let me treat you with the next cup of ala Bryce for you?”

“Deal!”

They both laugh, as they said their goodbyes. He waits for her a few moments, before going back to his room – a huge smile on his face, satisfied with the day. Little did he know, Alessia was smiling too for the same reason as well.

-

It was after the test, as they decided to meet up once again. She puts on a dress along with a jacket to complement her outfit with her hair up in a ponytail before meeting Bryce at the park for their adventure today.

“Hey!” She said, as somehow shocked at how they coordinated in their outfits today – it’s a coincidence indeed.

“Hi! Shall we began our adventure at and I quote ‘the best food in the country’ Ms. Lyxienne?” A tone of sarcasm can be heard in his voice.

She laughs as they began their adventure – and Bryce finally agrees that it is indeed one of the best food he has ever eaten, which she returns with a knowing grin on her face.

“Okay fine – you win. I’ll get you a cup then.” He rolls his eyes, however, the hint of a smile was still on his face as they made their final stop at the café once again.

They were greeted by Mikayla and Rowan who are working the night shift for the day. Alessia greeted them both, seem to know them despite not knowing that Bryce works there as well.

They sat on their seats before – somehow, a feeling of déjà vu from the day before made her smile.

“You know, as a regular – I have never seen you working here.” She begins as Bryce lets out a chuckle.

“I work only on specific days due to our studies. But, you did saw me – and here we are today.” He took a bite onto the pastry which is known as their supper for the night.

“Indeed, I would consider myself lucky than right?” She questions before taking a sip on her drink – a smile on her face.

The café becomes their usual spot together – as they grew closer every day. She wonders what if she didn’t come that night – how different their life could be, and yet here she is smiling once more – awaiting her special order by her boyfriend a few months later.

“Very lucky indeed.” He smiles back as they continue to get to know one another, for them it felt comfortable. The very definition of home, where it's warm and happy – as they talked about their future specialization that they would like to join, to topics about life. What makes them happy? What’s their favorite memory?

-

“Is it the usual?” She asks as Bryce smiles – presenting the drink on the table.

“One beautifully made cappuccino by yours truly for one beautiful lady here.” He says as he places a kiss on her cheek moving on to his other tasks.

She sips the drink slowly, as she began her study session – the feeling of déjà vu is coming back even months later and yet, she is happy with it - they are indeed very happy.

THE END.

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[kooksbliss]

– finishing line || jjk

→ pairing: racer!jungkook x reader

→ genre: strangers to lovers / smut (future) / fluff (future) / street racer au!

→ word count: 6.1k

→ summary: it was a normal, ordinary night out with your best friend, or so you thought. that was before she invited you to a street race, to which you caved into and went. there you met the oh so famous, jeon jungkook. 

→ warnings: hoseok makes an appearance / explicit language / mutual pinning / jungkook makes oc a hot, shy mess / pet names / teasing / this chapter is pretty sfw 

a/n: hi hi hi! hope everyone is having an amazing day <3 this will be more than one part but i don’t think this will be a very long series (i’m thinking around five chapters max) leave me suggestions or any ideas you would like me to write in my ask box! i’m down to do drabbles anytime, hope you all enjoy part one!!

— posted 04.15.2020

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You were tired; no, you were drained. Working black friday was no easy task, especially when you work in retail. You stretched your arms as you exited the employee break room after a long awaited break. Once you got back to the sales floor you went up to the cash register to clock back in from your break that’s when you heard someone scoff beside you. 

“It’s about time.” Hyuna stated. 

Hyuna is a co-worker of yours that well, happens to hate you for no reason, no reason you're aware of. She had been working with the company a little over a year before you got employed over the summer and ironically was placed to be your supervisor, meaning you had to be nice to her if you wanted to keep your job. 

“Sorry, Jaehyun needed some help with the stock.” You said as you punched your employee number into the system.

Jaehyun was also a supervisor but for the men’s department, he has been a close friend of yours since you started working here and knows about how Hyuna tends to treat you, unfortunately there's not much any of the two of you can do about it. 

“Well next time come straight out, Jaehyun is a big boy he can take care of himself. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be going on my break.” She said as she walked past you making sure to hit your right shoulder in the process. You looked up at the clock, thirty more minutes just thirty more minutes, you had been working for who knows how long and your feet had been begging for a rest.

Luckily since it was five in the morning there weren't too many people left in the store, but one thing you did know was that your sleeping schedule is fucked after tonight. Suddenly the chime sound from the bell that hung above the door rang out, you looked away from the clock about to greet the person who walked in, well that was until you saw who it was - to which you responded with a roll of your eyes.

“Come on don’t give me that look, y/n! You know you love me~”

“Jennie left about an hour ago, Hoseok.” 

Jennie is your best friend, you two have been friends since middle school and once her family moved next door, there was no separating the two of you. When you both graduated high school you both thought that it would be good for the both of you to have a change of scenery from the small town you lived in, that’s when you made the comment of moving out into the city, which Jennie happily agreed to. 

Jennie is from a wealthier family compared to your own she could afford going to university straight out of high school you on the other hand, didn’t have the financial support so you got this job and plan to work for another year or two before deciding on whether or not you are financially well off to go to university. She decided to move into an on-campus dorm while you found a decently well priced house, that was near your workplace and not too far from everything else, it’s been a year since you two decided to move into the city and you have loved every second of it, life was good.

“Actually I’m here for you, Jennie felt bad not being able to take you home after your shift so she asked me if I could.” Hoseok said as he walked to the side opposite of you at the checkout table.

Hoseok is Jennie’s boyfriend, they’ve been together for about eight months now and met in one of her classes freshman year. You're so glad she met him, you've never seen her happier and you know he’s good for her. As for you not being able to drive, well - a month ago some dickhead rear ended you and you’ve been waiting to see how much his insurance will cover, so you’ve been taking the bus a lot and thankfully your friends - well Jennie, has been taking you to work which is really the only place you go to outside of your house. 

“Oh, okay. Thanks Hoseok, you didn’t have to.” You said feeling bad about him having to be up at five am to take you home.

“It’s no problem, y/n! You know I’m someone you can count on.” Hoseok said as he walked around the store. “You still have thirty mintues right?”

“Yeah, sorry for making you wait.” 

“Y/n. I already said it wasn't a problem. Anyways I wanted to start my Christmas shopping early.”

As you were about to respond a lady came to the cash register.

Your shift was finally over, you clocked out and grabbed your coat from the back thankfully you didn't run into Hyuna, which is a win in your book. You caught up with Hoseok, who was waiting for you near the entrance. 

“You ready?” Hoseok asked as he looked up from his phone.

“Yep!” You exclaimed as you two left the store, looking down at his hands you noticed that he did in fact buy some things. 

Walking across the parking lot you held your coat closer to your body, the crisp November air was chilly especially in the morning. “Thank you again Hoseok.” 

“Of course, y/n. Do you want anything before we head back?”

You were hungry but, you were just too tired to put that before your sleep. “No, that’s okay I’m super tired from tonight.” Hoseok just nodded as you two reached his car, he clicked the door open and the two of you got in. It felt really nice to sit down, your legs were aching and you wanted nothing more than to lay in your bed and sleep the rest of the day away. 

The ride to your house was nice the two of you caught up and made small talk, soon you were arriving at your house. “Well, thanks for the ride! Be sure to have a safe drive back home.” 

“Of course y/n, I’ll be sure to text Jennie to tell her you made it back home safely and that I didn’t kill you.” He joked. You smiled back as you wished him a good night - well morning. Unlocking the door to your house you quickly took your shoes off and entered your bathroom where you took a quick shower, changing into your sweats and t-shirt entering your bedroom. Charging your phone you placed it on your bedside table as you laid down, sleep slowly consuming your thoughts. 

Feeling the sunlight pour into your bedroom you slowly began to wake up. Sitting up you stretch your arms up into the air and reach over to check your phone as the time reads “3:00”. You moan and groan but finally got up to do something productive for the rest of the Friday you had left. You were looking forward to the relaxing weekend you had planned ahead since you got a bit of a break from work as you didn’t have to go until Monday. 

Doing your typical morning routine you went to the kitchen to make an omelet, grabbing your phone off the counter you put your music on shuffle and started making your dish while dancing and singing along to the song.

Once you were done cooking you gave yourself a pat-on-the-back for not burning the house down. Pouring yourself a glass of juice while sitting down on the barstool you started eating your meal while scrolling down your feed liking some memes.

Ping.

You then got a message from Jennie.

You did say you wanted to be productive but really, now all you wanted to do is binge watch your show and wait for your outing with jennie.

Looking at your phone the time read “6:23” you finished the last few minutes of your show and turned off your tv and went to get ready. After you had dressed casually in booties, jeans, sweater, coat and your purse you topped your look off with light makeup. Opening the the bus app you see when the next bus would be coming and headed towards the stop near your house. 

The sun was already setting making you feel uneasy, you weren’t normally out at this time in the dark and definitely not alone. You sped up and felt your nerves calm once you reached the crowded area of the city. 

Waiting for the bus you sat on the bench and got your phone out of your pocket to check where the bus was, saying it was three minutes away.

Once the bus stopped, you got on, paid the amount and walked towards the back and sat down waiting for the stop that was closest to the restaurant. 

You arrived at the restaurant after walking about ten minutes from where the bus had left you at. You called Jennie to ask if she was already there since it was 7:15. She said that she got caught up in traffic and would be there soon and to go ahead and get a table. 

You went inside feeling your once cold cheeks warm up with the heat of the atmosphere, sounds filled your ears and the restaurant's signature dish scent reached your nose. It was busy as usual, you walked up to the main table to get a table for two, the hostess seated you in a booth towards the back. 

“WHAT?” You shouted in the middle of the restaurant causing many bystanders to give you the side eye. “Shush! Lower your voice, y/n!” Jennie whispered loudly.

Jennie had arrived around thirty minutes ago and the two of you had been chatting it up and she suddenly dropped a huge bomb on you. 

“...Wait, so Hoseok is a-”

“A street racer, yeah.” She started, “I know it sounds totally crazy and I know how you steer away from those sorts of things but, you know he’s a good guy a-and it’s been killing me not telling you.”

You stayed silent, never did you ever think that Hoseok was a racer and your mind was still trying to comprehend everything your friend was telling you. 

“And the reason why I’m telling you is because - now y/n don’t freak out or close yourself out but,” biting her bottom lip she continued, “ I wanted you to go to one of the races with me. It’s been killing me having this secret from you, and that’s only if you want to go! I’m not trying to force you either...”

You were not expecting this at all. Your friend was dating a street racer… and now she’s inviting you to one of their very much illegal races. What should you say? You want to say no you really do, it’s not your scene, plus you really just wanted to relax this weekend. 

“When is it?” You finally spoke after a good minute of silence.

“Tomorrow night.” Jennie responded, “Y/n, I just wanted to tell you about Hoseok, and he told me I should ask you if you wanted to go with us. You don’t have to say yes, and there's many more races anyways if you do decide to want to come to one.” 

You thought about what she said, and were happy that they would even think to invite you. “I’ll - I’ll think about and let you know for tomorrow if that’s alright.” 

“Yes of course y/n! Take your time. Anyways did I tell you about what my chemistry professor said yesterday? He totally was like-”

You got lost into your thoughts as you thought about what she said, normally if someone were to ask you to go to a street race you would’ve said no on the spot but for some strange reason you did want to go but you know you shouldn’t.

“Like, that’s just so rude to say and I don’t even understand why he would bring that up in the first place!” Jennie sighed.

The two of you spent the rest of the night gossiping about each of your co-workers as well as the show you were watching, but in the back of your mind you kept thinking about what she said. 

Jennie took you back home and you two wished each other goodnight. 

Walking into your house you went to your bathroom and did your nighttime routine, changed into some pjs and you promised yourself you were just going to watch two more episodes of your show. Did that happen? No, of course not. What you did however is manage to fall asleep on the couch. 

Waking up with an awful cramp in your neck you arose from the couch with a groan. “Gosh I really shouldn’t have slept on the couch.” You spoke to yourself. Today you weren’t feeling up to cook so you just had your favorite cereal and texted Jennie.

Looking down at your phone you sighed. Should you go? A part of you really wants to know about the racing scene and to see. You needed some thrill in your life and maybe this is it, this is your chance. 

You may have seemed cool, calm, and collected over text but in reality you were freaking out. You just agreed you were going to a street race in less than thirteen hours when your previous plans were to binge watch the show you’ve been watching for another season, a lot more tame for what you're now signing yourself onto. But for some reason you did want to go - it's been a long time since you've gone out anywhere else outside of your work. 

Your thoughts were racing, maybe it won't be as bad as you think it is, maybe the media just exaggerates what the reality is, maybe it’s actually super lame. You tried to make yourself feel better about your decision but you can’t help the anxious feeling inside your lower stomach.

It’s 9:49 pm and you've been staring at your closet for the last two hours, at least that’s what it felt like - it was really more like ten minutes, but still! What were you supposed to wear to these kind of things? 

You supposed wearing black is the most common thing, at least you hoped. You digged into your closet and found a pair of high waisted black joggers with vertical lines on the sides of them, a black halter, some all white sneakers and a large oversized jean jacket.  You then went to your bathroom and tried to make yourself somewhat presentable, with some light makeup and styled your hair to your liking. 

You checked your phone for the time “10:42” you felt your heart accelerate, you were excited, nervous, and anxious all at once. 

One minute soon became two, then three, and soon it was already 11:00. Your nerves were on edge. Suddenly your phone rang and you flew up three feet in the air, with shaky hands you picked up your phone Jennie’s contact lit up the screen and you answered. 

“Hey Jennie!” You said trying to sound excited to hide your nerves.

“Hey! I’m outside! Oh, and make sure to bring your ID.” 

“O-okay sure thing!” You said as you began to awkwardly laugh. You grabbed your phone and your small wallet that you slipped into the front pocket of your joggers since you didn’t want to take a purse. 

Well here goes nothing. 

After driving for what seemed like 20 minutes from your house you arrived in a secluded area where there was a pay toll like entrance and a huge line of cars wanting to go in.

“Uh, Jennie? How many people actually come to these things?” You said being genuinely surprised by how many people are lined up behind the entrance. 

“Hm. I don’t really know the exact numbers but it varies to who actually races, if they’re a fan favorite, a newbie, stuff like that.”

You supposed that made sense but still you didn’t think that there would be so many people, you’re assuming that Hoseok and his friends are fan favorite racers. 

It took 15 minutes from you two to make it to the pay toll.

“IDs?” A deep voice rang out. 

Jennie waited for you to get yours out of your wallet and then handed the man both IDs. He checked the two and looked back up at the both of you, then handed Jennie two white bands, as well as the IDs.

“Thank you.” Jennie said as the toll’s gate rose up and drove off, 

“This is so exciting! How are you feeling y/n?”

How are you feeling? You really didn’t know, it was a strange feeling that’s for sure.

“Good, just… nervous.” You softly chuckled as you looked down at your hands that you curled on your lap.

“That’s totally understandable, I was too when I came to see the first race. I wanted to be a supportive girlfriend but I actually ended up liking it.” Jennie said as the two of you arrived at a graveled parking lot, there were cars parked everywhere and you could hear the distant sound of people talking and the car's engines.

“Here you’ll need to put this on.” Jennie said as she put the white band on your wrist and you did the same for her. 

“Thanks.” You said as the two of you got out of the car.

The cold crisp air nipped at your cheeks as soon as you got out. You hugged the jacket closer to your body and met up with Jennie on the other side of the car.

“Okay! Let’s go!” Jennie said as she looped her arm around yours.

After walking for about four minutes you reached a huge crowd of people, once you two had successfully made it past the crowd you could now see the large narrow street that disappeared into the distance.

Jennie then started walking towards the left where there were a lot less people, and stood two large men in front of a pathway.

“Uh, Jennie?” You said as you cuddled closer to her - what is she doing?

“I’m with Hoseok.” Jennie ignored your questioning and spoke to the men.

“What’s the code?” Said the man on the right. Jennie then whispered what you assumed to be the code to one of the men, they both looked at each other and spread apart making room for the two of you to continue walking on the pathway. 

“Uh, what was that about? Where are we even going?” You asked Jennie once you two were a good distance from the men.

“Sorry if that freaked you out, but basically where we are going is like the VIP area for the racers and those are the bodyguards, the racers are the only ones that know the code but they can tell people too, which is why I know it because of Hoseok.” Jennie said as you two approahed two buildings, one was like an open pit stop area for the cars and the other was like a clubhouse - they really take this street racing seriously huh?

“Oh, I see. So do all the racers hang out over here?” You said as you started hearing the sounds of people getting louder and louder. 

“Yep! Hoseok is probably in his car now, getting ready for his race against Jungkook.” 

Jungkook? That name was unfamiliar to you. 

“Who’s Jungkook?” You said a bit confused.

“Oh! That’s right I forget that you don't know him, well you can meet him after the race,” She said pulling her phone out checking the time, “It’s already 12:27? The race starts in three minutes!” Jennie exclaimed and grabbed your arm taking you to the pit stop area. 

Entering the pit stop area there were a lot of people inside making the once quiet outdoors loud with excitement. You then noticed that each of the racers had their own separate rooms and the people inside were either the guests or the actual pit crew of the racer, well it’s good to know they actually have proper protection and safety. 

The racers had a gold plaque above the open room that they were in, Hoseok’s was the fourth room and you happened to notice that Jungkook’s was right next to Hoseok’s. 

“Come on y/n it’s about to start, I’m so excited!!” Jennie pulled your arm onto a couch that was placed in Hoseok’s room. A loud engine sound rang out making you jump up in your seat, it sounded so close you didn’t realise how close you actually were to the street. 

The cars were not in your view of distance yet but you could hear just how close they were, then you saw two cars one red and one black stop right in front of the room you were in. 

Out of nowhere a very slim, tall girl dressed in basically swimwear and heels holding two flags stood in the middle of the two cars, just seeing what she was dressed in made you shiver. An abrupt voice from an intercom then broke the silence.

“Welcome, welcome ladies and gentlemen, hope everyone is doing well on this cool November night. Tonight’s race is a treat for all of you, we got two of our hottest, favorite racers but I’m sure the lot of you already know that. These two don’t need any sort of introduction, of course I’m talking about Jung Hoseok-” the crowd roared out, cheers and screams rang, you felt your eardrums were going to burst. “And Jeon Jungkook.” If possible you heard the crowd scream even louder. 

“Now, let’s get this race started shall we?” The intercomer’s voice faded out and the girl lifted the two flags, “three, two, one!” She said as she lowered the flags. 

The two cars then accelerated passed her, you got up from the couch and moved to the opening of the room and saw the two cars faintly in the distance.

“They go super fast don’t they? I think Hoseok said something about going 130 mph.” That actually scared you - the fast you’ve ever gone was like 90.

“Dang, and how long does it take for them to come back?” You said as you looked down at the black and white checkered finish line that was a couple feet away from you. 

“Hm, it depends really but it usually takes eight to ten minutes. But in the meantime I like getting some snacks while I wait.” She said turning around to go to the popcorn machine that was next to the couch.

You were still looking towards the distance when you happened to look over to Jungkook’s room, there were at least five girls inside, one of which made eye contact with you and flipped you off, you quickly looked away and met up with Jennie again on the couch.

“So uh, this Jungkook guy? He seems to be a ladies man.” You said while reaching over to steal some of her popcorn.

“Hey! Well yeah, he most definitely is. Why do you ask?” Jennie’s eyes suddenly lit up as she smirked, “Y/n are you trying to get laid? I mean I thought you would be one to wait but I mean Jungkook probably wouldn’t mind fucking a virg-”

“Woah, woah Jennie!” You say as your cheeks and ears start getting red. “N-no well I - well for one I’m not a virgin! And two I asked because when I happened to look over to his room there were a lot of girls but also this one girl gave me her middle finger!” You said in almost a pouty matter. 

“Wait, you’re not a virgin? Not that it’s a bad thing if you are but, you never told me that you lost your virginity.” Jennie said a bit surprised and honestly you don’t blame her. Anyone who knows you probably thinks you haven't got a freaky bone in your body. “But as far as the girl who flipped you off - that was probably Lisa for some reason she thinks that her and Jungkook are together when he himself has made it clear that he’s not into her in that way. She even got jealous of me before she found out I was with Hoseok and not Jungkook.” 

“Oh, then maybe that’s why she flipped me off, but I don’t even know him. A-and about that I uh, lost it the night of junior prom with my date.” You said looking anywhere but her, for some reason you always get shy talking about sexual things, also you didn’t see the hype around it your first time wasn’t as magical as you thought it would have been and people hyped sex up so much you just thought it would be different, you didn’t even climax!

“Oh well maybe you can tell me about it at a better time-” The sound cars’ engines could be heard again and Jennie jumped up. 

“Come on! Let’s see who’s in the lead!” Grabbing your arm the two of you stepped into the open area of the room to where you can see the cars in the distance but on the opposite of which they started. The black car seemed to be the one in the lead but not by much.

In a matter of seconds it seemed, the two cars then passed the finish line, but it was so close that neither you or Jennie could tell who won.

“Well, well, well ladies and gentlemen it seems that this race was indeed a close one, but winning by three seconds more, Jeon Jungkook won tonight’s race. Be sure to stick around to see your favorite racers, that’s all for tonight folks have a good night.” The intercomer wished his goodnights and what was left was the cheers from the crowd. 

The sound of the car door opening reverted your attention to the two racers, Hoseok was the first one to come out of the red one, that meant that Jungkook’s was the black one. You and Jennie waved over to Hoseok as he smiled and waved back.

You looked over to the black car once again only to see the girls you saw in the room along with Lisa were swarming him before he even got a chance to get out. Then you heard the car door opening and you felt the world stop.

Jungkook removed his helmet as he flashed a smile and one of the girls, the one you were told was Lisa then wrapped her arms around him. Then you felt your heart in your throat, he looked at you at least you think he looked at you, regardless you blushed and looked away from what seemed to be his stare directed towards you. 

Hoseok then came up to Jennie and kissed her, “Honey, that was a close good race, but you did good.” Jennie said with a smile.

“Thank you, baby.” He said as he leaned back down to plant another kiss on her lips. You felt so awkward, it was like you were third wheeling, you just looked at the ground trying not to make eye contact with your best friend’s makeout session.

“Okay, okay we get it lovebirds.” An unfamiliar voice said, causing you to look up.

And there he was. Jungkook was absolutely breathtaking, you never thought that someone could look this good close up. You were so mesmerized that you didn’t realize you were staring.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it was rude to stare, sweetheart?” Jungkook said to you to which you didn’t even reply until you felt Jennie’s and Hoseok’s eyes on you too.

“O-oh I’m sorry.” You said looking down, this is why you don’t go out, you just don’t fit in. You were jizzing your pants just looking at the man who doesn’t want anything to do with you, or even knows your name as a matter of fact. 

“Aw, sweetie that’s alright. No need to get all shy on me, I don’t bite unless-”  

“Jungkooookie!~” Lisa ran up to the group cutting off whatever Jungkook was going to say and hung onto him, “That was such a good race! I knew you would win, no offense Hoseok.” 

“Yeah, none take-” Hoseok started but Lisa, you supposed has a habit of cutting people off.

“So Jungkookie, do you want to go out for dinner with me? It can be a celebratory thing, I even have dessert for you whenever we get to your place.” She said as she sent a wink his way. You could only imagine what she meant making your face red with the thought.

“Actually I might have to cancel-” He answered, removing her arms around his torso. “I was thinking about going with Hoseok, Jennie and-” He paused looking to you. “What’s your name sweetheart, I’ve never seen you around here?” 

You felt your heart stuck in your throat anytime he would even breathe in your direction, the more seconds passed the more you felt yourself grow hot.

“I-it’s y/n.” You said as you mentally slapped yourself for stuttering. “And uh, it’s my first time to a race.”

Jungkook hummed. “Ah, I see. What a pretty name for such a pretty girl.” He said with such sincerity, looking straight into your eyes. You really thought you were going to faint, was he really saying this to you? 

“You're joking. Jungkook, there’s no way you would rather go with them, her, rather than going with me?” He didn’t answer but instead kept staring at you, while you just stared back with wide eyes. 

“Jungkook!” He finally tugged his eyes away from you as Lisa exclaimed and pulled onto his arm.

“Actually I think I would, and I will. Maybe another time hm?” Jungkook said as he looked over to Hoseok. “What do you say? Want to treat me to a celebratory dinner, loser.” He said in a joking matter directed to Hoseok.

“Since you won and I’m such a good friend, I’ll treat you for tonight.” Hoseok said.

“Great-” Jungkook started, “You’re coming right y/n?”

“O-oh I don’t - it’s late a-and-” 

“She’d love to, Jungkook.” Jennie jumped in, you gave her “the look” to which she ignored. “What? Come on, you were taking some of my popcorn earlier, surely you're hungry.”

She was right you were hungry but just thinking about being in a room with Jungkook made you already want to die in a hole from embarrassment, you don't even know the guy and he has such an impact on you. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll go too.” You said still looking at Jennie missing the way Jungkook’s eyes lit up. 

“Uh, what about me Jungkookie? I thoug-” Lisa started, 

“Actually Lisa, can we have a rain check? I want to spend some time with my friends.” 

“Ugh, whatever. You know where to find me when reality hits you.” Lisa said looking at you as she rolled her eyes and walked away with a huff.

“Sounds good, let’s all meet at the restaurant. Jungkook you drove here right?” Jennie asked.

“I did, I drove Hoseok here as well.” Jungkook answered. 

“Hm, well Hoseok can come with me and, y/n, why don’t you go with Jungkook?”

Your eyes almost just shot out of your eyes, was she serious? You’d rather go with them and feel like a third-wheel rather than go in a vehicle alone, with him. You could already see it, you making a fool of yourself.

You felt everyone’s eyes on you as they awaited your response. But you didn’t want to be rude and it’s just a 20 minute car ride, it won’t be that bad, at least you hoped. 

“Uh, yeah sure, if he doesn’t mind.” You said looking over to him only finding him already looking at you. You felt your heart rate increase, something about how he looks at you makes you feel strange, and you couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

“Of course I don’t mind babygirl.” He saids with a slight smirk walking towards you whereas you felt yourself heat up with the pet name. “Now, shall we?” 

The walk to Jungkook’s car was short and quiet, maybe he came to the earth revolving revelation that you really weren’t that special and that he’s wasting his time. Being captivated in your thoughts you didn’t even notice that Jungkook, who was beside you, stopped walking.

“Woah, woah babygirl, are you already trying to escape?” Jungkook said with a chuckle. 

“Huh?” You turned around with a confused expression painted onto your face. You then noticed that he stopped at a parked car with keys in his hands. “W-well how was I supposed to know this was your car!” You said walk towards his car.

Jungkook put his hands up against his chest as a surrender, “Yes, you’re right, my fault.” Walking to the other side of the car you open the door still very nervous due to the fact that you’re about to be in a confined space with him.

Whipping around to put your seatbelt on, you felt your phone vibrate, causing you to accidentally drop it in the cup holder between the two of you. Reaching over to get your phone, Jungkook did the same thing causing the two of you to rub your hands against each other. “S-sorry.” You said as you pulled your hand away, still feeling his hand lingering next to yours, it’s almost scary how your body reacts towards him. Man you really needed to get laid again. 

“No worries it is your phone after all.” Jungkook said as he held your phone up, he didn’t mean to look down at your phone but he just happened to, “Hm, who’s Kyle?” Kyle… Kyle??! Why is he messaging you, you grabbed the phone out of his hand and looked down at the message. Just a simple “Hey” was displayed on your screen, why is he messaging you after all these years?

“Oh, he’s nobody just someone I went to high school prom with, I really don’t know why he’s messaging me.” You said as you looked down confused at your phone, but decided not to respond. 

“So do you know where we’re going?” Jungkook rang out, “Oh! Not yet but let me text Jennie.” You responded. As you waited for her response you felt this awkward tension as you looked at the plain grassy field in front of you. “So, uh Jungkook?” You said turning to look towards him, “What got you into racing?”

“Hm, we haven’t even gone out and you’re already asking for my life’s story?” You suddenly felt super invasive, “Sorry I didn’t mean to seem nosy.” You said as you look away, staring back towards the field. You felt cold fingertips graze the side of your right cheek as Jungkook turned you to look towards him. “You didn’t babygirl, I just- don’t really like to talk about it.” He said as he stares at you, you begin to blush, surely he could feel it as his hands are gripping your face. You felt electric, you never met someone that had such an effect on you and you didn’t really know why. You knew you really have, but you just couldn’t resist as your eyes moved down from his eyes and onto his lips, he must have seen this as he then began to move towards you.

“J-jungkook…” He stops moving and just stares into you, removing his hands away. Jungkook cleared his throat looking straight on as you stayed in the same position, shocked. You almost just kissed a man you didn’t even know, it’s strange - you don’t even know him yet it feels so right being with him. Maybe it was only you that felt this way but you could have sworn you could see a rosy hue on his cheeks. 

Ping. 

You felt your phone vibrate as you got another message, this time from Jennie.  

You choked on your own spit as you read the message in your head, you were going to kill her.

“Woah, what’s wrong are you okay?” Jungkook said as he looked over to you, “Y-yeah uh, Jennie said that something came up so it’s just us two, y-you can just drop me off if you like. We don’t have to do anything-”

“Y/n. It’s fine, I don’t mind, really.” He said as he put the car in reverse, “Now, let’s go get something to eat babygirl.” 

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College AU Week 1 Day 3 - Evgeni Kolpakov

A/N: I have never written for Evgeni but I kind of love the way this turned out. Let me know what you think. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. This is day three of the January AU Writing challenge/300 follower celebration! 

* I posted a video I listened to while writing this if you wanted to listen while you read. It helped inspire me. 

Pairing: Evgeni Kolpakov X G.N Reader (please let me know if I missed any pronouns)

Warning: I don’t think anything, it’s pretty romantic/fluffy. 

My Masterlist 

My computer crashed, and you're the student worker at the IT center. 

Most people would be happy to have a night off from work. Ordinary people who don't go to school all day, spending their evenings at the IT center troubleshooting with students who've procrastinated their assignments. Shouting at you because their computer has decided to crash or their internet in their dorm has failed. Honestly, any person who works in customer service would be happy with a night off and away, but not you. Not since he first called. 

You sigh, thinking of the way his voice makes you hum in the squeaky rolling chair you find yourself perched on nightly. The Russian accent thick and shooting straight through your core as he talks to you about everything and nothing, making your heart beat faster. Evgeni, the enigma from your work who never failed to call you every evening for the past month; you'd never seen him, nothing more than a voice on the phone. His words honey to your ears as he makes you laugh. You want to know him. You have to know him. 

"Hey! Are you okay there? You seemed really out of it," your friend Charlotte looks concerned until you smile and embrace her outside the club. 

"Oh, I'm okay just thinking about someone," you pull back, and she grins. 

"Oh, is this about the mysterious caller that has your brain in a tizzy? Are you missing him already?" she teases, and you nod. The smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume waft onto the darkened street outside the piano bar. The ivories' tickling makes you think of Evgeni and how some nights he would play his piano over the phone. He was a very talented player, and you dreamed of hearing him play in person. The way his hands would move across the keys as he would coax the sweet music from them. 

Charlotte taps you on the shoulder and points to the bar, "I'm sure he can survive without you for one evening." 

"He wasn't able to call tonight; he had a prior engagement." 

"He plays the piano, right?" 

"Yes." You see the wheels turning in her head as she points towards the bar, "No, he didn't mention that he was playing anywhere tonight, just that he had something and wouldn't be able to call." You open the door and step inside, her following close behind. The bar is lit up on one wall with a single spotlight on the small stage. A black baby grand piano sits atop it, and the sounds of the keys sing to your heart. 

You walk over to the bartender, order a gin and tonic and take a seat at a two-seater towards the middle of the club. Taking a moment to soak in the music before you observe the player. He's handsome in a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; the chords in his arms shine under the light. He's got on a black fedora, but you can see the hint of a buzz cut underneath. His face with a light speckling of stubble just beginning to form—smoke curling from the ashtray perched on the top and a half-drunken glass of red wine. 

As the piece comes to a close, you feel yourself in a slow trance. The world around you slowing down as the music fades, and he does a small bow of his head as the crowd erupts into applause. You sit there frozen as he reaches for the cigarette, pulling drag and holding it between his fingers. Almost as if he can feel the magnetic pull, he looks up into your eyes, and you drown in the deep brown of his own. Lips parting on a small gasp when his gaze sears into your soul and ignites the fire in your blood. 

He leans towards the microphone, "Thank you, everyone, for this next piece…" but you stop listening as your heart stops. You would know that voice anywhere. It's the voice you'd heard every single day for the last month, the one who colors your dreams. The voice you dream of as you touch yourself at night, wishing it was really him whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

*********** 

One Month Ago 

The phone rings more than you would believe for an evening IT department, and you pick up on the second ring already opening the form to fill out for the request. "Thank you for calling the  NYU IT department helpline; this is Y/N; how can I help you?" 

"Yes, hello, my computer keeps crashing when I try to submit an assignment," a man with a deep Russian accent coos in your ear. 

"Okay, and have you tried turning it on and off again?" He sighs and agrees, going through all the usual motions of a phone call this late. 

"Well, it would seem to be an issue with the server, I will put in a work order request for the IT department heads to take a look, and they will get back to you within 24-48 hours." 

He let out a groan, "But I need to submit the assignment tonight. Listen, I am not some privileged child who waited until the last minute to submit the assignment. I take night classes for business and work all day as a security guard. I really need to get this turned in on time. Please, there must be something you can do." Something about the tone in his voice gives you pause. 

"Maybe…" you try to think, "maybe I can send your professor a formal message from the IT department and submit your assignment for you. Can you email it to me?" 

He agrees, and he scrambles for a pencil, writing down your email and quickly sending it off. His name pops up a few minutes later, Evgeni Kolpakov. "Evgeni? Where are you from?"

You can hear the amusement in his tone when he says, "Vermont." 

You let out a chuckle, "Vermont really?" 

"A refugee camp in Vermont," oh shit, you try to apologize, but he lets out a laugh, "It's okay. Vermont is full of surprises, you know." 

"Oh really now," you finish composing the email and attach his essay before sending it, "done, it's sent." He lets out a relieved breath. 

"Thank you so much," he chuckles, "what do I owe you for the trouble?" 

"Tell me more about Vermont," you smile and lean back as he fills you with stories of his childhood. You spend two hours on the phone, and when you look at the clock and gasp, he quickly apologizes. 

"I'm sorry about taking so much of your time...but I'm not sorry for talking to you," you can hear him put something down in the background, and you sigh. 

"I'm not either," you whisper, "this has been one of the best nights I've ever had at this job." 

He chuckles, "You mean the universities IT department is not a bustling hub of excitement during the evening?" 

You laugh, "No...would you," you know you shouldn't ask, but you can't help yourself, "would you call again if you had any other problems?" I work ten to four in the morning this week." 

"I promise," his voice gets more profound as you hold your breath, "I will call back tomorrow with another problem if only to talk to you again." 

You tremble at his tone and hang up with a longing, "I'll be waiting." 

*********** 

Present Day 

"Evgeni," you whisper under your breath, but it's almost like he can hear as his head snaps up and looks at you again. His hands are poised above the keys, and he smiles. 

"This is for you," he whispers and makes love to you through the music. A personal symphony just for you as his fingers caress the keys like the ways of a lover. 

You listen, transfixed eyes never leaving him, your drink, Charlotte, and the world around you fading into nothing until it's just you and him alone. The music swarms around you, and you feel yourself rising slowly towards him as the song ends and the cheers of the crowd flow. But you don't care as he stands and holds out a hand for you to take, leading you outside and into the fresh air. The chill December evening shocks you back into reality. 

The feeling of his jacket, he grabbed draped over your shoulder as he rests his forehead against your own, and you feel the rough exterior against your back. "It's you," he whispers, and you feel his moist breath upon your lips. 

"It's you," you reply before closing the distance between you and sealing your lips together in a kiss that is soft and gentle. He groans, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You feel alive and consumed by him as he takes control and melds you to him, caressing you like his fingers caressed the keys on the baby grand. 

When he pulls away, you both smile, "I've been waiting for you," he whispers against your lips. 

"Oh Evgeni, I've been waiting for you too." The long days of waiting for the phone to ring are long gone as your fantasies and realities bleed together to make one complete vision. Love. 

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Ooo yes a part 2 for that new pike Jj

for sure for sure, gonna fix it!

(i know i said it’ll be up “in a bit” hours ago but time isn’t real anyway)

5 times she makes him suffer and 1 time they talk it out

same warnings as before :)

so you were pretty hurt, understandably so, jj had invalidated your feelings and, in your eyes, showed you exactly where your friendship ranked on his priority list. not a stellar night for the frat boy.

one:

sunday mornings were for brunch. jj picked you up and the two of you drove to a diner near campus. you’d been doing it for so long that all the workers knew you both by name and your normal orders. it started as a hangover thing freshman year but quickly turned into just a normal event.

that sunday, you got a text at the usual time, that read outside.

normally you’d go downstairs, but instead, you texted him not hungry and left it at that. your feelings were still pretty hurt and you’d rather have some space than possibly yell at him if he tried to push it under the rug or ignore that it happened all together.

before you had time to reconsider, he sent back i said i’m sorry

that strengthened your resolve and you put your phone down with an eye roll. he still seemed to be missing the whole fucking point.

two:

studying or doing homework in your room was never really the best option for you. for one thing, your desk was full of clothes and random shit, so anytime you wanted to do work, it had to be done on your bed. secondly, everything in your room became infinitely more interesting when the other option was homework.

so, you really tried to move around between the library and some coffee shops in the area to do your work and study. unfortunately, jj knew all of your study spots, and you still didn’t really want to see him.

it wasn’t even really about revenge, you really wanted to be the better person, rise above, all that jazz, but you were so scared you’d lash out and ruin things more than they already felt. plus, you wanted to make him suffer a little, and the dorm was the only of those places he couldn’t get into.

you’d told jj that you weren’t going to be in the library that afternoon, but he called you anyway.

“hello,” you answered, a little coldly.

“hey,” he sounded hesitant, “i got coffee and our table.”

“i cleaned my desk off so i’m just going to do the last bit of my homework here.”

“oh.”

“yeah, so i’ll talk to you later,” you said, trying to end the conversation.

“see you in class?” he asked, hopefully.

“yeah, sure.”

three:

so maybe you were still feeling a little petty. but to be fair, it was still fresh. you always beat jj to class, it was your first of the day and he had one before. the girl who sat directly across the room from you was sitting in the hall when you walked up, and you got an idea.

sliding down next to her, you cleared your throat, “hey, um, are you particularly attached to your spot in the room?”

she gave you a weird look, “i mean i’m not ready to marry it, but i like it fine enough.”

you laughed, “yeah, i was just wondering if you’d be willing to switch for the day.”

her eyebrows shot up, “depends on why. aren’t you and that blonde kid really good friends?”

with a sigh, you answered, “yeah, but he kinda blew me off the other day and it hurt my feelings. just trying to get back at him.”

she nodded, look of understanding crossing her face, “got it, we’ll switch for today.”

“god, you’re a lifesaver.”

reaching out to squeeze your shoulder, she said, “anytime.”

it was actually kind of nerve wracking waiting on jj to show up. you watched his look of confusion at the girl sitting in your normal seat next to his and then him scanning the room to find you. his face absolutely fell when he saw you sitting and you averted your eyes, not wanting to be caught staring.

the entire class you could feel him staring at you, and every time you looked up, he was pouting. you had a class across campus right after that one, so as soon as the professor dismissed you, you were packed and gone before jj could get across the room.

four:

since you’d pretty much locked yourself in your dorm room outside of class and jj couldn’t find you, he’d resorted to blowing up your phone.

hey we still on for lunch today?

guess not about the lunch...library later? i need some help with finance

wait, what problems do we have to finish for stats

want me to bring you some coffee tomorrow morning, i can swing by dunkin on the way to class

eventually ending with one that pulled on your heartstrings a little.

are you ever going to talk to me again?

you typed how’s it feel asshole into the message before thinking better of it and deleting it without sending. 

five:

about halfway through the week, doing homework in your room just wasn’t cutting it anymore. you couldn’t focus and every time you sat on your bed, you immediately grew tired. eventually, you decided to just face the music and head to the library.

you were kind of hoping jj wouldn’t be there and that your table would be empty, but it wasn’t and he was. freezing, you ducked out of view before he could look up and see you. your options were very limited of places you could go without having to actually walk past him.

with lack of better plan, you sank to the ground and leaned against one of the stacks of books, pulling your stuff out to get some work done. it wasn’t comfortable, but you already felt more productive than in your room.

and then he found you, sitting on the ground, crouched in a weird position, trying to do some history work. he cleared his throat, arms crossed in front of him, “comfortable?” he asked.

“yes.”

he rolled his eyes, “you’re really going to sit on the floor instead of sitting with me?”

“for the time being.”

“come on, just give it up.”

you cocked your head, glaring at him, “give it up? give what up?”

jj sighed loudly, “you know what i mean, this is getting ridiculous.”

straightening your shoulders, you ignored the pain in your back, and glared at him, “my feelings aren’t ridiculous. i’ll see you around, maybank.”

+ one:

you finally decided to air things out four days later. jj was sitting at your usual spot outside the chick-fil-a, not paying attention, when you sat down across from him. he looked up, clearly ready to say something, and froze when he saw you.

“haven’t seen you in a while.”

“i’m ready to talk about it,” you told him, unwrapping your food.

he nodded, “okay, i’ll start with an apology. it wasn’t cool of me, i’m sorry.”

you raised your eyebrows, “not cool of you seems a little understated.”

with a little laugh, jj added to the apology, “yeah, i got distracted and i forgot what day it was.”

“it happens i guess,” you told him, “but i was mostly upset because it made me feel like an inconvenience to you. i know your life doesn’t revolve around me and i know studying on a saturday afternoon isn’t as fun as a party, but a little heads up would’ve been nice.”

“it’s not that,” he defended, “you know i love spending time with you right? no matter what we do it’s fun because it’s us. i’ve never had a bad time. and by the way it took me five hours to do my finance homework without you.”

you laughed, “yeah, it was hard. and look, i don’t want you to lie to me, it’s okay if you didn’t want to come. just tell me next time.”

“i know this seems like a cop out, but my phone was in my room charging, it died around when we started drinking and by the time i was drunk, i’d forgotten i’d moved it in the first place.”

“i believe you,” you told him with one last sigh, finally letting it go.

“hugs?” he asked, standing and holding his arms out.

you smiled and stood, walking around the table to hug him. he squeezed you close, burying his face into your neck, and whispered, “there, best friend position restored.”

“yep, my best friend,” you responded weakly, heart sinking a little at the last word.

#frat!jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank request #pike!jj

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y/n~!! good luck! i am so excited for you babe. you are finally living your dream. i hope everything turns out well for you, and i know it will. although.. i am gonna miss you big time.. i love you babe. see you when i see you 😘😘😘

you let out a long sigh after reading your best friend's message. you lowered your phone then glanced back to your plane ticket to check your flight's departure time.

🔔📢🎶

KE flight number 17 bound to incheon, south korean has finally arrived. please proceed to the departure area, thank you.

"this is it y/n," you told yourself "i am finally living my dream as a dancer in south korea!!" you clutched your things close to you then strutted your way to the departure area.

dancing is a huge part of your existence. it is something you love to do and everyone knows it. dancing is your ultimate skill, your art of choice and your mode of therapy. then just after your dance teacher posted your video up on the internet, an email addressed to you changed everything. the email was sent by an agency looking for a specific dancer, well a short dancer that is.

see, you never really thought of hitting it big. yeah you are pretty and very experienced in a lot of style of dances but you lack in the height department. beauty standards nowadays just made you feel not too special to be casted at all. but hey, you certainly enjoyed underground dance battles and backing up local artists at your place.

that's why being contacted by a south korean entertainment industry came as a huge shock to you. the thought of the possibilities of meeting k-pop idols made you giddy as a schoolgirl. it is too soon the name names, isn't? you smiled to yourself getting comfortable in your seat. you looked out the window as the plane is about to take off south korea here i come.

you just need to take in the view, high glass ceiling, the place well lighted by glass walls and the modern architecture which made you realize you don't need to pinch yourself to reality.

you walked past the arrival sign and immediately saw a man holding a paper with your name on it. "안녕하세요 (hello)" you bowed to the man. he bowed back "you must be miss y/n, welcome to south korea. my name is jeon young hwan and i will be your chauffeur. shall i grab your luggages for you miss?" you slightly bowed again "sure young hwan씨. 감사합니다 (thank you)" such a gentleman and he is kinda cute. everything is going quite well for you so far.

it seemed like an hour drive when you finally arrived at the company building. it was huge. it made you even more excited when you saw nu'est and members of after school exit the building "kahi!!" you exclaimed unable to take your eyes off of her. "so, you are a fan of after school miss y/n," young hwan's words snapped you back to reality. "oh. 죄송합니다 (sorry) was i too loud?" your cheeks blushing from embarassment. "아니 (no). i think it is just natural for someone to react like that when they are starstrucked," young hwan smile at you through the rear mirror. "by the way miss y/n, as you can tell the builing on the left is the company building and here on the right will be your accomodation," young hwan swerved the van to the right and entered the parking area of the building.

he slid the door open and help you out of the van "now miss y/n, i will take you to your dorm" after reaching the seventh floor and walking past several doors from the elevator you finally reached your dorm "so this is it miss y/n, inside you will find a planner with your working schedules. as well as names of important people you should know working in the company and room numbers, floors you should be at during you schedule," young hwan stated like a pro. "감사합니다 (thank you)" you bowed then he returned you the gesture.

you open the door, not expecting too much. it was a very tiny room. but it still had its own bathroom, mini kitchen and a space for a small bed so it was still much better than you would have thought. you settled your bags inside, locked the door, went straight to the window and pulled the curtains aside. taking in the warmth of the sun and inhaling the korean air now, the adventure begins.

you cooked yourself ramen for dinner with kimchi at the side and banana milk as your desert. you then remembered to go through you planner for your first day tomorrow:

okay, 7am..

3rd floor room number 13

3hours practice 1hour break

okay..

hmmm.. ceo, han sung soo

stylist, kim nayeon

choreographer, choi youngjun

okay..

oh, what's this? looks some kind of id..

okay..

hmmm.. you took a big bite of ramen

no mention of any artist..

"oh well," you sighed

🍜💳📑📒

the next day you were up very early. too early that you didn't really know how to kill the rest of the time before 7am. "hmmm.. i guess i could walk around a bit to check out new places," so you wore your hoodie over your tanktop, wrapped your waistbag around you sweatpants and slinged your water bottle around your wrist.

as you stepped out of your building you inhaled the chilly korean air once again, which in turn gave you this boost of positive energy, or is it just a placebo effect? there were small hangout places in each corners of the street, a pet grooming shop with the cutest clients you have ever seen, a public park nearby where you saw kids smiling and waving at you before they ran to the slide. you looked at your watch "oh, its already 6am could the building be open by now?" you went back your path direct to the company building. there were workers cleaning the windows and it didn't look like there were anybody else but the cleaning team. you waved your hand at one crew "안녕하세요 (hello)," you bowed "is the building open?" you showed her your id. "안녕하세요 (hello), you may come in, though there is no one around yet. you may stay at the lobby in the meantime." the crew said. "감사합니다 (thank you)" you gave her a smile and bowed.

the place was a masterpiece. no wonder idols here are inspired to be more creative with their craft. you then noticed a narrow hallway with large posters adorning the wall. you looked at the posters and noted that the posters were of the artists of the entertainment agency. you passed by headshots of after school, you stopped at kahi's photo wow, those abs then at nana's photo she is so gorgeous. next you passed by hello venus and while you are on your way to the next group you caught yourself singing "씰룩씰룩 엉덩일 좌우로~ Wiggle, wiggle 더 느낌 있게~ 빙글빙글 조심스럽게~ 흔들어봐 흐흔들어봐~". then you saw ren of nu'est he looks prettier than me, sulking thinking about it. lastly you met the faces of seventeen, one of south korea's international idol groups. you just couldn't close your mouth in awe they are only pictures, what more if i met them in personal?

"ehem, 안녕하세요 (hello), you look new," a voice interupted your daydream. you looked back to see it was choi youngjun, the choreographer. "ah 안녕하세요 youngjun씨, my name is y/n" you politely bowed. "you are the new dancer, welcome to pledis entertaiment miss y/n" youngjun said after he bowed at you. "hey, are you heading to the dance pactice room?" he asked. "네 (yes) actually i am," you answered. "well then, let's go together,"

youngjun reached for the door and opened it for you. wow, this practice room is huge the room was well lit and there were mirrors everywhere. you can't help but smile at the thought that your dream is finally coming into life. next thing you know music blasted from the speakers. you moved your head to look for youngjun. "so y/n, show me what you got," youngjun said as he sat on a chair to observe you. is he challenging me? you smiled then dropped your things aside, tossing your hoodie with it as well.

without hesitation, you faced the mirror and started to move your body to the music. making your movements as fluid as you could possibly get with a few body popping moves to show your versatility. as you were already vibing with the music, youngjun suddenly changed the music to a latin-sultry kind of song. of course you didn't back down. you showed off your ballroom dancing skills with a dash of belly dancing to make your performance a tad bit sexy to impress the choreographer. you glaced at youngjun behind you through the mirror giving you a satisfied nod. he stood up from his seat and applaud "대박 (awesome) y/n. i am very impressed. you are exactly what we need,"

oh geez, stop it 😆

#seventeen #seventeenfanfic #seventeenfiction #seventeenromance #seventeensmut #seventeenbackupdancer #backupdancer #dancer #scoups #seungcheol #jeonghan #joshua #jisoo #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #mingyu #jihoon #the8 #minghao #myungho #dk #dokyeom #seokmin #soonyoung #seungkwan #vernon #hansol #dino

[mitts2002]

There’s nothing wrong with maid outfits!

Inumaki and (Y/N) play with maid outfits while everyone’s out on a mission or so they thought.

I feel like Inumaki would definitely be the type to play around in a maid outfit especially after that jujutsu scroll.

Most students at jujustu tech had been out on a mission besides (Y/N) and Toge who were currently watching anime in his little dorm.

"TOGEE I'm kinda bored can we go out and do something please?" You asked tired of watching maid sama for almost 3 hours straight. The white haired male stretched and simply nodded in response.

The pair had gotten ready quickly grabbing their keys, phones and money before leaving the premises. "I kinda wanna go shopping, ever since nobara got here seeing her with 10 million bags has given me the urge to go on a spree, but don't tell her we went without her I know she'd kill me" you calmly rambled on and on grabbing Toge's hand as you both walked to the nearest town center.

After a full 2 hours of shopping, eating and drinking milkshakes you and Toge decided to call it a day. You waffled on to the small boy as he nodded and gave small hums to let you know he was listening but something caused him to halt in his step.

"Shake shake" Toge's large eyes glistened as he pointed at the shop window a beautiful monochrome maid outfit displayed for everyone to see.

"What's up toge, do you want it?" You reluctantly asked unsure if that was what he was implying or not.

The purple eyed male huffed and grabbed your hand pulling you inside the shop. The moment you entered you felt nervousness arise being surrounded by more mature customers as the shop was clearly targeted for those interested in lingerie. You jumped too focused on the beautiful lace designs and patterns and ribbons to notice the young worker walking towards you both to give her greetings.

“Hi welcome! before i ask if you need any assistance is it okay if check your ID“ the brunette asked politely waiting for one of us to pull it out. Luckily you had just turned 18 the month before and already had applied for a provisional lisence as getting escorted out of a lingerie shop was not something you wanted to do today.

“Sure!“ you pulled out your ID and showed it to the woman before she proceeded to ask if there was anything she could help with. Panic quickly arose as you wasn’t exactly sure what you were in here for. I mean why on earth would Inumaki Toge want a maid outfit in the first place?

Toge looked at you as if telling you to say yes we need help so you willingly obliged. “well are you looking for something specific or going with the flow?” the woman asked chirpily as I once again looked at toge.

It all started to click when he pulled out his phone and showed me a picture of maid sama, pointing at not only himself but me aswell. “I think he wants to get maid outfits for the both of us” You said blushing and slightly embarrassed at the situation you were currently in.

“ooh I see well that’s not a problem we actually have some really nice designs that just came in. let me show you“ she replied walking to different sections of the shop and picking up some of the outfits that she thought would suit the couple.

“Tuna” Toge tugged on my sleeve pointing at the maid outfit he saw in the shop window then motioning back to the wonderful woman helping us. “excuse me um do you have any more of the ones that is displayed in the window” I asked politely. Honestly the things you did for this stupidly adorable boy.

“YES personally I think that’s a great choice! would you like 2 of them or just 1?“ she squeaked out as Toge put up a single finger to say he wanted one. After finally deciding which one I would purchase and trying out the dresses to get the right sizes we bought the clothes and thanked the store assistant who was way too patient with the indecisive pair. God bless that woman.

“Toto why did you want these anyways?“ You asked on the way home realising you bought them with no idea why, although buying expensive outfits wasn’t exactly an issue as you had Gojo sensei’s card.

‘after watching maid sama don’t you wanna play around in some maid outfits‘ Toge signed a cheeky little chuckle escaping his lips. ‘plus who doesn’t like wasting Gojo sensei’s money on random things‘ he added causing you both to erupt into laughter.

Once you both returned to the dorms you put all the things you bought away except for the maid outfits which Toge insisted you both wore today as everyone was out and likely to return later on.

“Well what do you think Toge“ you did a little twirl after getting your dress on. The design was simple and fluffy with decorative lace on the frills as you didn’t really want anything too revealing. “shake!“ Toge gave a thumbs up before putting his dress on and asking “takana?“

You could’ve sworn you choked on your own spit at the sight of him. The dress rested on his mid thigh and unsurprisingly the monochrome dress complimented his off white hair and black curse marks perfectly, it looked incredibly cute on his small form. He smiled at your reaction and turned around signalling to tie the back which you did for him in a nice ribbon.

"Now that we got these on what should we do?" You looked at yourself in the mirror still in disbelief that you and your boyfriend was actually doing this.

'Well I have a bunch of ideas! Let's recreate some scenes from the anime, oh we better take cute ass pictures too but make sure no one sees them It'll be our little secret and then let's bake some cakes while acting like actual maids serving our master' Toge quickly signed as you laughed at all his weird yet brilliant ideas. They sounded fun so why not? And how could anyone complain when the end result would be cake?

After taking various videos and pictures admiring the beauty you both displayed is these dresses you decided there was only one thing left to do. bake!

“well head maid Toge, what type of cake would master like? chocolate? OH maybe a red velvet?“ You stayed in role trying hard not to burst out in laughter

‘well my darling apprentice maid (Y/N) masters favourite cake happens to be red velvet! for your first day your not doing too bad‘ he signed back to me his acting over the top and movements large. “You know Toge you should take up acting i’m sure you’d be great at it“ you mocked unable to keep your laugh in as he smacked the back of your head.

“okaka!“ ‘i’d be the best actor Leonardo DiCaprio ain’t got nothing on me‘ he responded with a chuckle as we finished up making the cake mixture. (Y/N) buttered the tins while head maid Toge poured in the batter. You both had a great time laughing and singing to overly cheesy love songs making a little mess but careful not get any on your fits while the cakes were in the oven.

“SHE PUT YELLOW HEARTS AROUND MY NAME I THOUGHT THEY WERE ALL JUST THE SAME“ (Y/N) screamed at the top of their lungs while Toge danced around purposely swishing his dress from  side to side until a cough was heard from the kitchen door.

There stood the Gojo sensei, the first and seconds years who didn’t know how to respond. The silence was awkward all that could be heard was the music before panda and Gojo broke it with laughter and pulled out their phones.

“WAIT NO we can explain- Why are you even back so soon!?“ You panicked while Gojo teased the living hell out of Inumaki who looked like he could kill Gojo with his dead stare.

“How the hell are you going to explain this? i mean maid outfits really“ Maki asked as Nobara, Yuuji and even Megumi joined in the unwanted photoshoot (Megumi finally getting revenge on his senpai for all the awful pranks)

“well there’s nothing wrong with maid outfits!“ You argued while Toge sulked in the corner until his head sprang up and yelled “tuna tuna!“

“What’s up To- OH NO THE CAKE!”

#inumaki fluff #inumaki x reader #inumaki to/ge x reader #toge inumaki #jjk inumaki #jujustu kaisen #jjk fluff