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justwritedreams · 4 months

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Irreplaceable | Kun

Pilot!Kun x Reader, soldier au

Word count: 1592 Genre: Fluff, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of military exercises and Kun being kind of angry bc that's hot Note: This is so short, I'm sorry 🥺 but it's my first story with him so I hope you like! Request: Could you please write something with Kun (WAYV/NCT) with him being a plane pilot? Idk, Top Gun Maverick vibes?

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Y/N adjusted her sunglasses better on her face while a smile played across her face, she saw her boyfriend looking for her on the beach and almost laughed when she saw him confused.

But she genuinely laughed when a much older woman approached him. Even from afar she could see the bad intentions of the woman who even caressed his arm.

Kun was already an extremely attractive man, with the air force uniform and the Ray Ban attracting everyone's eyes even more.

But she had no reason to be jealous, firstly because she knew he loved her, secondly because the scene was very funny.

She bit her lip to hold back a laughter as he politely walked away from the woman, saying something to her and looking around.

Y/N decided to help him, she came out from under the umbrella she was in and waved her hand to get her boyfriend's attention.

Not only did it work, but she also saw his relieved smile and without waiting he started walking towards her. As soon as he got close, Y/N threw herself into his lap, hugging his waist with her legs and his neck with her hands.

Kun smiled widely as he held her by her thighs.

“Are you laughing?” he asked in disbelief.

“Another fan approaching you?” She smiled evilly.

He shook his head.

“I love my job but going out in uniform has its downsides.”

It wasn't the first and probably wouldn't be the last time he was stopped by someone, whether to flirt or thank him for his service and effort.

"Oh really?" She looked him up and down. “I don’t see any disadvantages.”

She bit her bottom lip and Kun threw his head back, laughing.

“I'm going to start thinking you're only with me because of my uniform.” he said before touching their foreheads and placing a peck on her.

“That’s one of the reasons.” She caressed the back of his head, laughing.

Kun took the opportunity to go back under the umbrella and sat down on the sand with Y/N still in his lap, she then buried her head on his shoulder.

She wanted to make the most of what little time they had before he went back to base.

“Are you going to watch training today?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“I went last week.” she remembered. “Your commander is going to fight me, I’m not leaving the base.”

“I train better when you watch me.” He admitted, smirking.

She raised her head and looked at him, she wanted to bite his cheeks, which were turning pink, but she just squeezed them with her hands.

“If it’s for the good of the aeronautics then okay, I’ll go.” She moved closer to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I will train with the new soldiers and we will have an international team to train with.” he began to speak, excitedly.

Y/N paid attention to what her boyfriend was saying, focused on the way he looked so happy as he shared it with her. She stroked his short hair.

She liked listening to him talk, the way his dimples appeared when he smiled made Y/N smile too.

They stayed on the beach for a while, before Y/N gave him a ride to the base. When they arrived hand in hand while Kun carried the suitcase in the other hand, they greeted the soldiers who passed by them and Kun turned to kiss her lips softly when he saw the commander ahead.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart.” he smiled and kissed her once more.

“Fly, my indomitable wing.”

Kun laughed and she watched him walk over to the commander, where he saluted.

Y/N had a silly smile on her lips and saw when the commander started walking towards her.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you again.” he greeted her and she quickly bowed.

“I say the same, Commander.”

“Come to watch the training again?”

“If I can, of course.”

He indicated for her to start walking and as soon as she did, he started walking beside her.

“You’re not supposed to.” She looked at him, scared. “But Kun trains much better when you’re at base, so I’ll allow it.”

She nodded and smiled restrainedly, following the commander to the communications room where they would have access to the aircraft's radios and built-in cameras.

Y/N was used to it, she already knew that aircraft 3 was his and focused on the camera, watching him put on his helmet. She couldn't contain her happiness at seeing him do what he loved so much.

She was anxious about training and missions, but she always believed him when he promised that he would return in one piece and well.

Kun was a responsible and committed soldier, he had a leadership spirit that infected others.

And even the training he took seriously, he prepared himself very well for the exercises. Flying was his life.

Y/N followed his career so much that she knew the basics of the exercises, if anyone walked in there would mistake her for someone on the team.

It was routine training so there wasn't much new, the training, the instructions were always the same.

However, when a soldier from the international team made a risky move with the airship, Y/N saw Kun's expression change.

He wasn't just serious, he was angry and she knew very well why, any kind of accident or something like that would be his responsibility, after all he was the team leader. And the foreign team was probably not paying attention to their safety.

Y/N frowned when she saw her boyfriend's airship perform a dangerous stunt and glared at the commander.

He didn't seem at all calm about it.

“Was he supposed to do that?” she asked quietly, seeing the commander shake his head.

“It’s getting a little too risky.” he said.

She tried not to show her concern, she trusted her boyfriend but she knew how he felt when a soldier from abroad didn't follow what was agreed and he felt obliged to show why they were following protocol.

She couldn't say that she hadn't felt her heart stop in her mouth every time his airship spiraled in the air or when it got too close to the other ones, both his own team and the other.

She only felt a little calmer when the exercise was over and the airship began to turn around to land at the base.

Y/N left the room along with the commander and the rest of the team monitoring the exercise, a little further back as she heard the noise of the airship getting closer and closer, ready to return to the ground once again.

When this happened, she was already outside and saw the soldiers leaving one by one and recognized her boyfriend from afar, holding his helmet.

She stiffened and hurried forward when she saw Kun quickly walk over to another soldier, holding him by the collar of his uniform after dropping his helmet on the ground.

Y/N's eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend glowering with hatred while shaking his colleague.

“Listen, Simpson, if you do that again in my territory…” the other soldiers also approached to push the two away. “I swear I will shoot down your aircraft in the air.”

“Stop being nervous, Qian. It was part of the protocol.”

“Part of protocol to almost rip off the left wing of my airship?!” he questioned irritably and shook the soldier once again, who simply laughed ironically.

“That’s enough, you two!” The commander ordered and the two walked away. “Get out of my yard before I make you two load the fuel for all the aircraft.”

The two looked at each other irritated and left in opposite directions after saluting their superior.

Y/N observed the scene a little further back seriously and with her arms crossed, her boyfriend walked towards her while his face softened when he saw her there.

"My angel." he said as soon as he was close enough to stretch his arms out to her.

However, before she threw herself into his arms, Y/N threw a stinging slap at his arm which he dodged, complaining.

"Ouch! What was this?" he asked, confused.

“You scared me, you know?” she complained. “My leg went wobbly three times thinking you were going to fall with that thing from the sky!”

He laughed softly and approached her, hugging her around the waist.

“I knew what I was doing.”

She continued to stare at him, angry.

“I will never see your training again, it’s decided.”

"You sure?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and she narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t fall because I knew you were waiting for me.”

“Shhh.” she brought her cold hand to his mouth, shushing him. “Don’t even say that as a joke.”

He moved closer to place a kiss on the top of her head.

“I would never leave you!” he said and she suppressed her silly smile.

“You better!" She pouted. “You look too handsome in uniform and fighting with someone for me to lose.”

He pretended to be offended.

“Ah, so that’s all there is to it?”

She smiled mischievously and brought her hand to the back of his head.

“Of course not, you fool.” she caressed his skin, watching him close his eyes at the affection. “You are unbearable but you are irreplaceable.”

“I’ll show you what’s unbearable at home.”

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dr-qian · 4 months

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backburner // q.k

kun x reader

"hey, i want that"

i told him while pointing at the lonely chips bag lying flat in the shelf on front of me.

it seems like people did not bother to buy it today, i don't know if it's because they don't like the flavor or it's just gonna expire soon.

either way, i'll take it home 'cause I pity it. like how i should be for myself.

"take it if you want it, i'll pay for it anyway" he mumbled the last part, and I chuckled.

and then suddenly i jumped on his back and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"you serious?" i asked as I squished my cheek onto his.

"get off me" he said while quietly laughing, pushing me off his back, conscious that the few customers there could see us like that.

so I granted his wish and hopped down. i'm still smiling.

"yeah, i'm serious, just take what you want..." he said while continuing to roam around the aisles.

and so i got what i want...

"how about you? are you going to get something?"

"i'm good with this" he lifted the coca-cola can in his right hand.

We walked towards the sleepy cashier near the exit, suddenly jolting up when he heard the sound of the can landing on the marbled counter.

then i started staring at his face while he fishes for his brown wallet in his jeans' pocket.

and i stared.

"hey, let's leave now" kun snapped his fingers on front me, stopping me from staring at him too much.

he's used to it. i'm used to it. so it doesn't really matter i guess...

he was about to lead me out of the store, carrying the paper bag, when suddenly raindrops started pouring.

"shit, let's just stay here for a while..." he told me, pushing me gently back inside the store.

i said nothing as I went back to looking at his face.

"you know, your staring won't change anything between us..." he finally looked at me, then looked out the glass window walls to see if the rain finally stops.

"i'm sorry i can't help it, it just gets worse everytime i'm with you..." i mumbled the last part.

suddenly, the floor is so pretty to look at.

i felt that he looked at me again, taking a long pause before saying the next brutal words for me.

"you know i'll never be in love with you, right?"

shit. uhh, that hurts. like really fucking hurts.

i nodded in agreement.

"i hate that you keep torturing yourself for this..." he said to me. pitying me for what i am to him

"no, don't be...I...I'm just hoping that we w-would continue being friends like, this..I" a tear accidentally came out of my eye as I tried to explain it to him.

he stood there in silence.

"I just still want to be someone you can lean on to, even if you don't really like me back or anything, no, I...just want to be your friend..."

now i can't stop my tears from coming out. i'm glad that the cashier finally gave in and slept so he wouldn't hear me sobbing at the corner because of the man right beside me.

i can't really look at him straight in the eyes because he's going to hurt me more, so my eyes just wandered everywhere around the store, avoiding his..face.

i know that kun doesn't really know how to react to this, to me.

so he just pulled me by the hand to keep me close to him, my left cheek on his chest as he rubbed up and down my back to calm me down from crying.

my hands gave in to him, and weakly held onto the hem of his shirt to keep him close to me even more.

and it helped me calm down, but the pain of it was still lingering inside me...

and i'm already okay with that.

now playing: backburner by niki

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meiideryz · 4 months

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oh i'm looking for affection.

pairing: qian kun x reader

length: 1.07k words

synopsis: kun is just hopelessly in love with you.

tags: alternative universe, one-sided pining au, road trip, friend!kun, implied rejection, one-sided attraction, fluff

warnings: none.

the sound of the car engine is now blowing up kun's ears, completely remembering that he was at the backseat while ten was at the front, driving his car.

of course, he recalled losing in a bet with ten that resulted in lending his car to ten for the rest of the week. he wasn't afraid because of the thought of ten crashing his car, ten knew the consequences after all.

for ten's last day of borrowing kun's one and only car, he suggested that kun should come to the road trip together with their other friends. kun asked if you were coming the night before the day of the plan as you responded happily during your call with him.

on the day of the road trip, everybody packed their essentials and valuable stuff in their bags as kun placed each of the heavy objects inside the truck, keeping it neat and tidy. you and yangyang were obviously inside the car, playing with your phones to buy time while kun talked to ten outside, setting up the map and destination of the place you were all going.

kun sneaked a good amount of glances towards your direction through the tinted windows of the car, silently watching you scrolling through your phone feeling bored. then his eyes fixed back at ten, who kind of knew what was going on.

“oh? am i smelling love in the air?” a hint of tease displayed in his voice while he tried nudging the older’s elbow. kun was used to this, and he wasn't gonna show reaction and give in.

“i have no idea what you're talking about.”

“oh, come on.” he dramatically sighed, tired of kun trying to act like nothing's going on. ten could read him like an open book and there was no way he could escape him when he knew something.

eventually, both of them get inside the car. since yangyang was in the passenger's seat, he had no choice but to walk around and get in the backseat with you. it got a bit awkward when he was finally seated next to you, so he tried to lift up the mood, waving at you.

“hey.”

“you’re here!” you beamed, taking one of your earphones off.

kun was taken aback when you reached the other piece of the earphones to him, he was about to reject the offer but the bud was already in his ear as the sound of classical music burst into his ear.

kun knew that you knew about his love for classical music, remembering back in the day where he played a lot of pieces on the piano for his performance at some event during his time in university. but he loved playing tchaikovsky's swan lake to you when you were alone together, and that made you love classical music more.

“it's gonna be a long ride,” ten broke the silence before the engine of the car started. “so you might need to sleep for a while, me and kun will be looking out for possible stops for us to eat, ‘kay?”

“aye aye!”

the sky was soon painted into a gradient of blue-orange while the gleaming sun set into the horizon. kun couldn’t seem to sleep after taking a short nap, and he had been helping ten at their directions to get to a nearby stop where they could fill their stomachs.

just as he was about to lean forward to take the phone in his hands to check the GPS, he was halted by a thud and a heavy weight on his shoulder. turning his head to the side, he found your sleeping figure leaning on him.

in the rearview, he could see the smirk of ten, following the sound of the never-ending teasing. kun tried his best to ignore him and his dumb words, but the words seemed to weigh over his mind. it's been a long time since he had feelings for you and he could still recall the night he took you to the rooftop of his apartment to look up at the stars.

he recalled that night when he expressed his fondness over you. although you didn’t give him the answer he expected, he never stopped being friends with you. usually friendships last when one gets rejected by the other. to kun, it was dumb and stupid if he would be immature about the rejection, so he didn’t try to distance himself away from you.

kun was still that caring friend whenever you got to be with him.

he looked at you with that same fondness in his eyes as you leaned more, thinking that he was a pillow. “after all these years, you’re still in love with the same person.” ten broke the silence again. his words were more of a whisper to prevent disrupting you and yangyang’s sleep.

“i can’t help it, how could i not like such a lovely and wonderful person?” kun admitted, his hands ghostly extending over yours, then immediately retracted.

when they realized that it was already dark and they could see a nearby stop to get down to, ten finally pulled over to slowly park the car along with the other parked cars. “wake up everyone, we’re here to stop by and eat dinner.” ten loudly began, his fingers reaching over to yangyang as he shook him by the shoulder.

kun on the other hand, does his best in waking you up with his soft grip around your hands, gently shaking it. “hey, sleepyhead.”

his voice filled your ears while you tried fluttering your eyes open. when you realized that you were inches away from his face from all the leaning, you shifted in your seat to fix your position. “oh god, i’m so sorry. was i squishing you?” only a laugh left kun’s lips before shaking his head. “no, but i think you mistook me for a pillow when you were sleeping.”

he could already see hues of red and pink emerging from your cheeks, burning up at the words. your flushed face made him smile even more, “did i drool?”

“don’t worry, you didn’t.” rest assured, a sigh left your lips in relief.

“we stopped by to eat, you coming?” kun added, moving to the side to open the door of the car. he looked back, waiting for you before you set a smile on your face, moving towards him. “yeah, i'm coming.”

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ronjunnie · 16 days

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markicantwait · 2 years

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There's something about the Chinese version of Love Talk that is so satisfying to hear. Please when I die, make sure to play the song at my funeral.

#nct #wayv #qian kun imagines #nct 00 line #hendery #nct ten #xiaojun #wayv yangyang #nct u #nct 2021 #winwin #my music

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00127am · 2 months

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qian kun & gn! reader about summer heat, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy, roommates who are “just friends,” lowercase intended word count 2K words

JULY 26 87 degrees 📀 小雨天气 by 苡慧, 嘿人李逵, 十七草

“it’s hot”

your words are just short of a half-hearted groan, slipping through the abrupt ruffle of the sheets as you (poorly attempt) to desperately kick off the comforter from the expanse of your legs. it only takes a second before you're arching your back in the fashion of a cat, stretching out your limbs in search of the only untouched portion of the mattress, toes straining and muscles tight. and when you do find it, relishing in the cold relief of the unexplored fabric, it's a feeling nothing if not short lived, stifled by the heat of your roommate's breath fanning against the side of your neck and the brush of his knuckles against the bare skin of your stomach.

"you’ve said that,”

his reply is spoken in a low, quiet inflection. one barely above a whisper, and yet with the lack of distance, one which deceivingly sounds much louder. kun's words are partnered with the motion of his legs as he attempts to shift to something akin to what you assume to be a more comfortable position--knees knocking against your own and hand retracting from your torso as if he was scalded. cheeks burnt a rosy red, rivaling the heat of summer as he pushes his hair back upon his head with an impassive undertaking.

“i’ll keep saying it,”

he huffs and despite the darkness of the room, you know he's shooting you an incredulous expression. “that won’t make it any less hot,”

“you know what would make it less hot,” you words are acute--directed at him with a acumated accuracy--as you angle your head upwards, slightly grazing his chin as you narrow your eyes at the shadowed frame of his silhouette.

it takes him a moment to find the words, to compose himself enough to muster an actual answer other than an audible gulp. an embarrassingly loud response doubling as a last ditch effort to relieve the sudden dryness in his mouth. “what?”

“if you got out of my bed,”

the noise that leaves kun's mouth can be likened more to a whine than anything else, the hand previously laying upon his forehead falling to rest upon his eyes. “it’s too hot in my room,”

you raise a brow, lips parted and tongue lifted against the sharpened point of canines. your words are drawled, consumed by a sarcasm otherwise suffocated by the casual tone of affection. “so your solution is to sleep in a twin sized bed with your roommate?”

kun's quick to jump to his own defense, parting his fingers and snapping his gaze towards your own. an undertaking which he ultimately, immediately regrets within the first fraction of a second, seeing far too much of those pretty eyes of yours for his voice to remain steady. it takes all his effort (and a calculated cough from the back of his throat) to beholden any shred of faux apathy--lips pursed before reluctantly curving into the beginnings of his softly enunciated consonants. “the couch is uncomfortable,”

a noise that can only ever be interpreted as disbelief is quick to leave your ajar mouth. “more uncomfortable than sleeping on top of me?”

he hesitates, swallowing quickly only to part his lips in the swift beginnings of a further explanation. one that begins only to end with the tensing of his jaw, before repeating the process three times over until your roommate is positively confident that any and all arguments are utterly incomprehensible and inconclusive. he intends to think up some witty remark, something to have you grinning and pushing back on his shoulder (he loves that habit of yours, though ten would argue that kun seems to love everything about you... ) but the only clever rebuttal he summons is:

“… yeah?”

you laugh and for the moment, for the split second in time which his ears ring from the airy, tired expression of your continued amusement at his own expense--he's holding nothing but a puffed up pride from his not-so-witty, very-much-not-so-clever response. (speaking of ears ringing, he might have tinnitus. is it possible to contract it from long term exposure to a roommate who sends him into something just short of cardiac arrest?)

"you don't sound very confident," your tone is a whisper away from mockery, flashing him that crooked and right leaning smile that hes found to be burned into his memory (so burned in fact that even the sher recollection of it makes him feel as if he has been set alight, pun intended). he only hums in return, a reply that spells out defeat in every way but overt words.

and for a few moments, with the lull in your usual back and forth, you're met with nothing but the steady inhale and exhale of your counterpart and the accompanying song of cicadas which thrums through the open windows. it's within this intermission that you find yourself growing ever warmer. though you can't be too sure if it was from the humid heat of july or the ever decreasing distance between you and your roommate--however, you find it safest to assume the former (despite all signs pointing to the latter).

the comfortable silence between the two of you is interrupted only by the shift of your frame, flipping over to face him with a sluggish roll of your shoulders. you're much closer than before, albeit there's more of you on the bed now then off of it, and you tense--body pressed gingerly against his own in a far from subtle affection that has kun about to drop dead on the spot. it's a touch which lingers, as if you're testing the waters, waiting for the inevitable, brash jerk of his stature that never seems to come. "i don't mind it,"

"me? or the heat?"

your answer follows instantly, like you were expecting the question. a reply made with no hesitation, almost as if there was no thought behind it at all. "the heat,"

"and me?" you've known kun long enough to be familiar with the slight tremble in the inflection of his voice, the way his tone darts upwards at the end of his sentences and the nervous swallow between each word. all things present here, all found within two measly syllables--spoken with such an unbridled anticipation that you nearly kiss him tell him then and there (perhaps you're getting overheated, a twin bed is much, much too small).

"honest answer? or a funny one?"

kun pauses, tongue caught between puffy lips as he considers his options. his eyes roll over the details of the ceiling, carefully selecting his vocabulary and drawing out his response for fear of all the wrong words spilling out. words that detail just exactly how much you've occupied his every waking thought, that express in every detail how he's thinking of you right now (a series of sentiments that are in no shape or form anything that just a roommate would feel). "funny, then honest,"

you shrug, shoulders brushing against his own as you offer him a seemingly disinterested countenance--one disrupted only by the slightest, upwards tug at the corner of your lips. "you're tolerable,"

he scoffs, thrusting an accusatory finger in your direction. one that begins with a high velocity only to falter backwards, much to close to nearly poking out your eye. the proximity is unprecedented, intimate, and he finds himself struggling to adjust to it (though he'd like too, get used to it that is--a thought that has the tip of his ears painted a charming shade of crimson). "if i'm tolerable, i can't imagine what ten is to you,"

you laugh and once more, kun finds himself attempting to commit it to memory. there's something different about it here, perhaps the closeness, perhaps the muddied humidity of the weather thats drenched itself over your sickeningly sweet, songbird intonation. or perhaps it's the way he can feel your chest shake with the vibrado of your entertainment or the details of your face (the way your eyelashes stick to your cheek, the crease of your brow, and the soft crescents that tug at the corner of your eyes). "do you really want to know?"

your tone is playful, question poised in between the beginnings of your snickering. a reception originated from the soft snarl on your roommate's lips and the ever-obvious widening of his eyes. an expression all too familiar in the confines of conversation about ten lee. the same ten lee who is a little too sweet on you for kun's liking and whom you seem to favor more than anyone else in your apartment's social circle. the same ten lee who knows this fact drives kun up the wall (and then some) and who uses this to his utter advantage (and amusement).

"no, no, don't tell me," kun corrects (though his dismissal sounds as if it's a hair away from begging) with the click of his tongue and a lazy flick of his wrist, waving off your taunt with no more than a dissatisfied huff, "i don't want to hear it,"

you quirk a brow, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek (another habit that kun is endeared too, one that makes his head spin and his knees feel weak). "afraid it's something good?"

his answer is immediate, an earnest confession made with no equivocation but only the barest bones of irritation (one garnered from the thought of your affection being directed at the cat-like blonde rather than himself ... completely normal for roommates, right?). "yes,"

in every depiction of how this conversation was going to go, you certainly never expected a straightforward, blunt answer from kun. or at least, not one that made your stomach plummet to your knees and your heart beat five times too fast. you might be suffering from a rapidly onset case of heat exhaustion, maybe sun poisoning? one look at his expression--eyes half lidded and brows furrowed to sit upon the slender bridge of his nose--says otherwise.

perhaps it's his own searing honesty (one that makes you feel much hotter than the weather does) or the soft, ardent tone of his reply but you find yourself posing him another question--one framed around a quieter, more tender lilt. "well do you want your honest answer?"

"as long as it's better than ten's,"

in any other scenario, you would jump at the chance to tease him. to hold his schoolboy-esque jealously over his head in a light-hearted triumph. to bring it up in any and every further conversation, only for the sake of pricking at his pride and to earn nothing but taunting grins and laughter from yourself. but when you try, when the words lay on the tip of your tongue ready to be spat out with a dizzying purr, you find yourself unable to find them. or say them. or anything with the way he's looking at you. an expression that screams impatience and an adoration that goes straight to your head--dizzying you to a degree of nausea (or butterflies fluttering against the walls of your stomach, the more likely yet less inclined explanation).

"i think you're my favorite,"

kun blinks slowly at you, tilting his head on his shoulder to get a better look, to determine if you were teasing (an outcome he dreads more than honesty). there's a smile toying at the edges of his lips, pulling up into a softened, tired grin. black eyelashes fawn against his cheeks, strands of platinum blonde falling before his eyes as he speaks. "your favorite what? roommate? because you only have on--"

"everything,"

you think you can pinpoint the exact moment when his breathe catches in his throat, a short-lived, choked sputter of a response that drags both him and you into an underlying, all consuming silence. one interwoven with the trill of the cicadas and the trembling, spontaneous steps of the curtains, locked in an undying trot with the july breeze.

"it's hot,"

you huff. "i've been saying that,"

he shifts, dropping his hand from his face to rest upon yours. it's a movement made with no indecision, no pause or procrastination. a gentle, delicate endearment emphasized by the threading of his fingers between your own. kun's words are quiet, a clarifying correction that only serves to worsen the flustered state of his countenance. "i feel hot,"

"yeah," you return, squeezing his hand against your own, "me too,"

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🗯️ if there are ever two things i am absolutely obsessed over and crushed by, it's kun and summer. the latter of which everyone on this account is about to be made painfully aware of with the 10+ timestamp works in progress in my drafts that are all summer centered. i'm so endeared to kun, i am just so fond of him (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) so i hope that (and the sweetness of the mundane) was conveyed well here. this was also supposed to be no more than a couple hundred words ... but it's practically a short form (ง ͠ಥ_ಥ)ง i got a little overtaken by it ...

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starlightkun · 4 months

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❧ word count: 3.4k ❧ warnings: cursing, drinking (reader gets a bit tips), vomiting ❧ genre: fluff, angst?, friends to lovers, fake dating at the office holiday party trope, reader is stupid (beloved) ❧ extra info: title taken from merry-go-round (christmas edition) by astro my loves ❧ author’s note: idk what it is about kun and christmas and cheesy hallmark movie premises that gets me going but i hope yall r liking all these lmao

“I’ll do it.” Kun immediately offered.

“Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night.”

“I lead a cursed existence,” you declared as soon as Kun picked up, slamming your front door closed behind you.

“Uh, why? What happened now?” Your friend’s voice was concerned.

“Jangwook wants to meet my boyfriend at the office Holiday Party this Friday.” You threw your house keys onto your kitchen table and stalked into your bedroom.

Kun knew exactly who you were talking about, your coworker who had been not-so-subtle in his advances towards you, crossing the line on more than one occasion. “I thought you reported him to HR.”

“Yeah, I did.” You kicked your shoes off and into your closet.

“And he still works there?!”

“Uh-huh,” you scoffed, putting him on speakerphone to start getting changed out of your work clothes. “That’s unfortunately usually how that goes.”

“God, Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kun’s voice was sincere. “You’re looking for another job, right?”

“I just started, do you know how bad it looks on a résumé to only work somewhere for less than six months?”

“I think quitting is pretty justified in these circumstances.”

“Well, I’m not. So now I have to find a fake boyfriend in the next two days or it’s going to get worse.”

“I’ll do it.” He immediately offered.

You stopped in your tracks as you were grabbing your pajamas from your dresser. “Huh?”

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend for the night,” Kun reiterated. “Come on, who else would you have asked? Yangyang?”

“Sicheng, maybe, if he wasn’t too busy.” You referenced another mutual friend of yours.

“He’s working.”

“Oh.”

“Come on, I’ll do it.”

“Alright, thanks, Kun,” you agreed. “I’ll owe you one.”

Two days later, you stopped Kun outside the event venue where the Holiday Party was supposed to be happening. Everything had to be perfect tonight, you two had to be convincing. In order to distract yourself from that idea, you readjusted the neckline of Kun’s turtleneck for a moment and smoothed over the lapels of his suit jacket.

“Okay, there you go,” you smiled at him nervously, then fidgeted with the hem of your outfit. “Do I look okay?”

“You look beautiful,” he assured you, offering his hand out to you. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you sighed, lacing your fingers with his, ignoring the sparking along your skin where it touched his.

Walking into the party, you immediately wanted to leave. The venue was abuzz with chatter from all your coworkers, and Christmas music blasted from speakers somewhere. You spotted the bar in the far corner, and pulled Kun over there.

“No fucking way am I doing this sober,” you muttered to him, earning a laugh.

“Go for it,” he rubbed your back as the two of you sidled up to the bar. “I’m driving.”

After ordering your drink and Kun’s soda, you turned around to the rest of the party, eyes searching for somebody pleasant you could talk to. You finally spotted one of your work friends and led Kun over to her table.

“Hey, Sookyung,” you greeted her brightly.

“Y/N!” She threw her arms around your neck. Already tipsy. “There you are!”

“Here I am!” You chuckled, hugging her back. “How are you?”

“Great! Great!” She beamed at you as you pulled away, inquisitive eyes finding Kun next to you. “And who’s this?”

“Sookyung, this is my boyfriend, Kun.” You hoped your voice didn’t squeak too much over the word boyfriend. “Kun, this is Sookyung, we work on the same floor.”

“Nice to meet you.” He went to offer his hand for a handshake, but she just squealed and hugged him anyway as well.

He looked over at you in confusion, and you mouthed ‘drunk hugger’ to him. He made an ‘ahh’ sound, gingerly patting her back before she let go of him.

“So I get to finally meet you!” She was beaming at him. “When Y/N would talk about you and talk about her boyfriend, I always thought you were two separate people! And I felt bad for her boyfriend because I sort of thought she had a crush on this Kun guy. But you’re the same person! That makes so much more sense.”

“You’re not driving home, right?” You asked her pointedly, feeling your skin grow hot with embarrassment and needing to divert from that information as soon as possible.

“Nope!” She giggled. “My girlfriend’s here somewhere. She doesn’t drink.”

“Good, good.”

“Speaking of, there she is!” Sookyung took off into the crowd.

“And there she goes,” you shook your head, watching her disappear between other bodies.

You fortunately didn’t have very long alone with Kun to address what she had just said, as another coworker appeared at your table. Unfortunately, it was the exact person you’d hoped to avoid for as long as possible.

“Y/N,” Jangwook set his drink down, already far too close for comfort.

You instinctually backed away from him, right into Kun. Before you could apologize, though, Kun wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, letting his hand settle on your hip.

He offered his other hand out to your coworker. “Qian Kun, I don’t think we’ve met.”

Jangwook shook his hand, and you could see his face contort with pain for a brief flash before he took his hand back. “Lee Jangwook.”

“Jangwook, this is my boyfriend, Kun,” you made introductions awkwardly. “Kun, Jangwook and I are on the same team at work.”

Your coworker seemed to be sizing Kun up for a moment, appraising him and the hand he still had on you, and Kun met his gaze, unwavering. Before you could attempt to continue the tense small talk, a hand grabbed your elbow, and Sookyung was suddenly at your side again.

“Y/N! The girls are doing shots, come on!”

“Sook, I don’t want to—” You were cut off by her insistently tugging you out of Kun’s grasp.

“I’ll be fine here,” Kun reassured you with a dazzling smile, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead before fully letting you go. “Go have fun.”

“O-Okay,” you replied, your voice higher as you were a bit stunned.

Needing no further prompting, Sookyung yanked you off towards the bar. You let her talk you into doing one shot with her and some other female coworkers of yours. It was your usual after-work drinks crew minus a couple men.

You set the shot glass back down with a heavy thunk on the bartop. “Alright, that’s it for me.”

A chorus of disappointed groans came at that, but you stayed firm on your decision as they all got another round, and you watched them, sipping on your cocktail you’d gotten earlier.

“You and your boyfriend are so cute, Y/N,” another one of your coworkers gushed, squeezing your forearm. “I saw you two walk in and I was just like ‘ugh, I need to find somebody who looks at me like that!’ Where did you get him?”

“Oh, we met in college,” you explained vaguely. “Friend of a friend.”

“Then why have you never brought him before?”

She was talking about the other monthly events that your workplace puts on for the employees and their significant others to socialize. You’d gone stag to the other five.

“He’s busy. He travels for work.”

“What does he do?”

“Structural engineer. So he has to be on-site for a lot of builds and stuff. He just got a promotion last month, though, so he doesn’t have to travel as much anymore.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“So when—” Sookyung was cut off by a hiccup. “When is he going to, you know? Pop the question? If you’ve been together since college?”

You felt your skin get hot again, and looked around the room as you tried to come up with an answer. “We haven’t really talked about that. We’re fine where we are, you know?”

“Of course, of course.”

After a little while longer, you excused yourself from the women to find Kun again. He had disappeared from the table you’d been at before, and you peered around the room curiously.

“Looking for someone?” A familiar voice came from beside your ear as an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Oh, Kun,” you breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to see his familiar smile. “There you are.”

He rubbed a hand up and down your exposed arm. “You’ve got goosebumps. Are you cold?”

“It’s a bit chilly in here,” you agreed casually, not even noticing due to the alcohol buzzing through your veins and warming you from the inside.

He slipped his suit jacket off, draping it over your shoulders before pulling you close to him again. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You pulled it tighter around you. “Are you having a good time?”

“I am now that I’m with you again,” he leaned in to whisper. “That guy was a real asshole.”

“Wow, shocker.” You rolled your eyes.

Kun snickered. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.”

“Just alright?”

You shrugged, leaning back against him. “Guess it’s better now that I’m with you.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now let’s get you some food.”

Sat down at a table with Kun and a big plate of food, you happily munched away as he kept a casual hand on your thigh, and you tried not to think about his casual hand on your thigh. You were on your second drink already, taking a big gulp every time your eyes happened to stray to Kun’s hand so very casually just on your goddamn thigh.

“So what did you guys talk about?” You finally asked him. “You and the asshole?”

“Oh, you know, what I do for work, education, where we met, how long we’ve been together, that kind of stuff,” Kun shrugged.

You felt your eyes widen immediately. “Do you think he knows?”

“No, baby,” he chuckled, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “He doesn’t know shit.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He felt the need to warn me about the late nights you two do at he office sometimes. He was testing me, like he was going to pull a gotcha on me.”

“We only have to stay that late because he sucks at his job, and as the new person, I’m first on the chopping block for staying late!” You ranted. “And I swear, he does it on purpose just to try to get me alone!”

“Yeah, he tried to make it sound very… scandalous,” Kun shook his head, lip curling with disgust. “I was just really casual and said you make sure to tell me when you stay late so I don’t get worried about you coming home safe. Oh yeah, we live together and we’ve been together since college. That work?”

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

“And I made him promise not to tell you, but—” He had a mischievous grin on his face as he added lowly, “I’m thinking about proposing.”

You almost spit out the bite of food in your mouth as both you and Kun burst into laughter, you slapping his arm with your breathless laughs. He squeezed your leg and rubbed your knee as he half-heartedly tried to shush you.

“Please tell me he looked fucking pissed,” you begged, grabbing his arm.

“He did,” Kun confirmed with a nod.

“Best Christmas present ever, Kun. Thank you.” You wiped at a tear in the corner of your eye, grabbing your drink and finishing it off in one go. “Ahh, I think I want another one, actually.”

“How are you so good at this?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kun had loaded a rather tipsy-you back into his car later in the night, and was now taking you back to your apartment.

“What? Driving?” He chuckled. “Been doing it a few years. They gave me a license and everything.”

“No, being my fake boyfriend.” You asked the one thing that had been nagging at the back of your mind the whole time. “You don’t feel weird or anything? Because we’re friends?”

He side-eyed you. “You’re too drunk for this conversation.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“You’re not sober enough for this conversation,” he corrected himself.

“Is it because you like me?”

“Y/N, let’s just focus on getting you home, okay?”

“Because Minji said you looked at me like… you know…”

“And Sookyung said she thought you had a crush on ‘that Kun guy,’” he retorted. “Like I said, let’s save this conversation for when you’re stone cold sober, Y/N.”

“So you don’t like me…” You mumbled dejectedly.

“That’s not what I said.”

You looked out the window, feeling the heavy pout on your face. “But you want me to be sober when you let me down easy so I don’t cry or something.”

“Y/N...” He sighed, looking over at you as he pulled to a stop in front of your apartment. “Oh, jeez, are you crying right now?”

“No…” You sniffed, wiping at a tear.

“Yes, you are, you liar,” Kun said gently.

“Okay, maybe I am.”

“Y/N, I’m not going to let you down easy.”

“You’re going to be mean when you reject me?!” You looked over at him with wide, horrified eyes.

“No, no, what? I’m not going to reject you,” he promised, offering his hand out to you. You cautiously put yours atop it, and he gently squeezed your hand between both of his. “Jeez, Y/N, I’m in love with you. And I wanted you to be sober and not crying when I told you that, but there goes that plan.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll even let you in on a secret.” He shifted forward conspiratorially. “Sicheng didn’t have to work tonight, I just couldn’t stand the thought of anybody else being your fake boyfriend.”

You sloppily wiped at your wet cheeks with your free hand, whispering back, “Here’s my secret: I was only going to ask him because I knew you would’ve said yes and I thought you didn’t like me like that, and it would’ve sucked to be your fake girlfriend for one night when I wanted you to be my real boyfriend forever.”

“Forever?” He repeated with a giddy grin on his lips.

“Or something, I don’t know, I’m drunk, Kun, remember?” You pointed to yourself zealously.

“I thought you weren’t drunk? You were very insistent—”

“No, I’m sooo drunk, actually. And sleepy! You should cuddle me to sleep.”

“I’ll sit with you until you fall asleep,” he promised.

“But aren’t we for real dating now?” You tilted your head, pouting again.

“We’re going to have this conversation again when you’re sober, okay? Then we can decide if we’re for real anything.”

“You are mean.”

“The meanest, for sure,” he agreed placidly, giving your hand a final pat before reaching over to turn the car off.

Kun helped you up to your apartment, get everything ready for bed, and stepped out of the bedroom while you changed into your pajamas—you had just enough body coordination left to do that on your own. He made you drink some water and take a few pills before finally letting you crawl into bed. As promised, he sat up at the head of your bed next to you as you curled up under the covers.

“Kun?” You sniffled, looking up at him as he rested a gentle hand on your hair.

“Yes?” He looked down at you tenderly.

“Do you really like me?”

“More than.” He patted your head.

“For how long?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Months, years, who’s to say?”

“Oh. I’m sorry...”

“Why?”

“That I didn’t—” you let out a loud yawn, struggling to keep your eyes open. “That I didn’t see it sooner. I just thought you were a really nice guy.”

“I am. I’m a really nice guy who’s in love with you.”

“I don’t know if really nice people go around saying they’re really nice all the time...”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Y/N. I didn’t tell you.”

“I know, but—”

“You should go to sleep, Y/N.”

“But where are you going to sleep?”

“The couch. I’m staying with you until you fall asleep, though. Remember?”

“Okay...” You yawned again. “If you... If you get cold out there, you can come in here, you know?”

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind,” he agreed, humor in his voice.

“Because it gets really cold in my apartment at night, you know? Sometimes… Sometimes I’d imagine you were with me on really cold nights, cuddling me to sleep.”

“Really?” He questioned, intrigued now.

“Or… other stuff…”

He burst into laughter, stroking your forehead. “You definitely should go to sleep, Y/N, before you say stuff that you’ll have to kill me for knowing.”

“Mmm, okay.” You rolled over, finally letting your eyes flutter shut. “Goodnight, Kun.”

You were asleep before you could even hear his response.

When you woke up for the first time, it was still dark out. Your head hurt, and you chugged the rest of the water on your nightstand before grabbing the cup and shuffling out to the kitchen to get more. As promised, Kun was asleep on your couch, features illuminated softly in the moonlight streaming through a gap in the curtains. You refilled your cup of water, chugged it again, refilled it again, and shuffled over to the living room.

Standing over Kun, you pushed on his shoulder gently. He stirred, opening one eye to look up at you in confusion.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” He murmured, his voice thick and foggy with sleep.

“I’m sober,” you deadpanned. “My bed’s cold.”

He blearily scooted over to make room on your tiny couch, pressing himself into the back cushions. You crammed yourself on mostly on top of him, burying your face in his neck as his arms encircled you. Neither of you said another word as you both drifted back off to sleep.

“You’re in love with me?!” You repeated for probably the fourth time that morning, as Kun held your hair back and you clung to the bowl of your toilet.

“I don’t know how else to phrase this to make you believe me,” Kun sighed as you leaned forward to retch again. “You didn’t hallucinate last night in a drunken stupor, I really do have feelings for you, you also said you have feelings for me, I put you to bed alone and went to sleep on the couch by myself, then in the middle of the night you said you were sober and cold and joined me on the couch.”

You wiped your mouth with a wad of toilet paper he handed you, more memories of last night coming back to you. “Did… Did I say anything else?”

“Like…?”

“About it being cold?” You winced.

“Yeah, you warned me that your apartment gets cold.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And that sometimes when it gets cold you imagine me—”

“Ah! Stop it!” You shoved him away from you as he burst into maniacal laughter. “You’re the worst! You’re mean and I hate you!”

“But what if I told you that I also imagined holding you on cold nights sometimes?” He scooted back over next to you, draping an arm over your shoulders. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear as he added, “Or… other stuff?”

The bile that rose to your throat was completely coincidental, but certainly not a good look as you apparently hurled at the idea. Kun continued dutifully holding your hair and rubbing your back as you puked.

After flushing for the umpteenth time that morning, you turned back to him incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Is there something about me that gives off the vibe that I’d lie about this?” He rebuffed.

“Well, no—” You stopped to spit into the toilet. “But I feel like there’s plenty about me that would be conducive to that hypothesis.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Kun, we’re having this conversation while I puke my brains out, for one.”

“And what about me would make you think I’m that judgmental?” He snorted. “You do remember the night I successfully defended my thesis, right? Because I don’t.”

“You weren’t that bad.”

“And you weren’t that bad last night either,” Kun brushed a piece of hair from your face, his gaze tender as he looked at you. “Nor are you that bad now either. And even if you were— I’d still love you.”

You felt your eyes water, and not from the burning in your esophagus this time. “Okay…”

“Okay?” He confirmed.

“Okay,” you nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Thank god, I feel like I just defended my thesis again,” he joked, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re so mean to me…” You whined, burying your face in his shirt. “I don’t know why I ever thought you were a nice guy.”

“I’m plenty nice,” he retorted. “You’re just too hungover to notice.”

“So are we like… for real dating now?” You mumbled.

“Yeah, probably.”

You let out a choked laugh at that. “Good to know.”

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kun being all soft with you and his members seeing it and making fun of him for it

yes yes thank you for ur request!! i need to see more kun stuff so thank you sm for this. i love this little drabble!!! lmk what u think<3

soft spot for you

↬ qian kun

𓇚 pairing- idol!kun x fem!reader, friends or lovers?????

𓇚 warnings- not much just mentions how soft he is for u<3, yangyang & ten annoying kun!!!, lmk if i missed something

𓇚 a/n- help i literally said idk if i was gonna post something else but i literally forgot i had this ready to post???? my brain is all over anyways hopefully i will post the hongjoong fic tonight but if not def tmr!!! ily all<3

kun has always been nice and polite to everyone but especially with you. always doing things for you that he wouldn’t for his members.

yangyang brought it up to him as ten just watched like it was the most entertaining thing. kun shook off yangyang teasing remarks. yangyang claiming how sweet he is to you and not to them.

his fake pouts just making kun more annoyed with his remarks. “it’s just- not true.” kun looks away from boy with hopes to change the subject.

“you know it’s not a bad thing- i bet she thinks it cute.” ten chimes in, trying to make him feel somewhat more comfortable but his mocking tone doesn’t really help.

“you guys are seriously annoying! i don’t- i just have a soft spot for her.” he admits sitting back in his seat with a sigh. “finally you admit it. we know! we can see with how cute you are to her aw so cute.” kun rolls his eyes at yangyang shooting him a glare after.

“shut up.” yangyang laughs with ten but quickly stopping when you enter the room. “hi guys- hope it’s okay that i came over a little earlier.” you smile taking a seat next to kun.

he doesn’t want to smile to big at the small gesture but he can’t help it. “no- you came at the perfect time.” he responds with a smile. yangyang and ten giving each other amused looks at his actions, know they will love to tease him just a little more later.

#qian kun #kun nct #wayv x reader #wayv #nct wayv #wayv kun #kun wayv #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct kun #wayv scenarios

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Blessings

SUMMARY | You find out that you're pregnant and happy that you have Kun and others to help you navigate this journey. PAIRINGS | Kun/Fem!Reader GENRE | daddy!kun, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst(?) RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,735 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This is more fluff than smut haha. Not sure what happened here but I think it turned out pretty good. I hope you all enjoy it! (Plus I couldn't come up with a very good title so yeah...)

You bit your bottom lip as you looked at your figure in the full body mirror that was hanging on the back of your bedroom door. Laying one hand on your seemingly flat tummy, you looked at the stick that was in your other hand.

Two lines.

Two fucking pink lines.

You couldn’t believe your luck. How the hell were you pregnant? You were on birth control and made sure your boyfriend always wore a condom. So how in the world did you end up in this predicament? Were the condoms expired? You let out a groan and placed the pregnancy test on your nightstand and made your way to your closet to pull out your clothes that you were going to wear for the day.

You were dreading going to work this evening. You really wanted to tell someone, anyone, that you were pregnant and that you needed advice. After pulling on your clothes, you looked in the mirror again, taking in your appearance. You decided to wear a yellow cropped hoodie that showed off your curves and tummy, paired with yellow sweatpants. Would people notice that you were pregnant in this outfit?

Groaning, you grabbed the pregnancy test and stuffed it in your gym bag and grabbed your keys. Walking to the front door and slipping into your shoes, you yelled out, “I’m heading to the studio!”

“Okay, see you later Y/N!” One of your roommates yelled out from the kitchen.

You walked into the dance studio knowing that all the other dancers had left for the day. You were one of the senior dancers in charge of choreographing and you were working the evening shifts as you were placed in charge of creating a choreo for a girl group that would debut in a few weeks. Thinking that the girls were already in the studio, you pushed the door opened only to hear low voices.

Standing in the middle of the dance studio were three men you knew so well. So well, that people questioned what your relationship with the three men were like. You dropped your gym bag against one of the walls and made your way to them. “Hmm, why are you guys here? Did I forget something?”

The tallest of the three whipped around when he heard your voice, a small smile coming to his lips. He gave you a hug, one of his hands resting oh-so-innocently on your lower hip. “Oh hey, Y/N. The guys and I were talking about how your birthday is coming up.”

“Did you want to do anything special, Y/N?” The second tallest and the oldest of the three, asked, running a hand through his dark hair, watching your face with an amused look. If he noticed that hug from the other man, he didn’t say anything.

The youngest of the three nodded his head, eyes darting between the two men and the pretty female in front of him. “Yeah, anything you wanted to do Y/N?”

God, how did you become friends with these guys? You did work closely with them since you were one of the female backup dancers for the company. How did you get so lucky to be friends with the members of NCT? How did you become such close friends with the 96' line?

Hell, how the hell did you end up dating one of them? Or even having a child together? Your life was seriously a mess.

Kun looked at you curiously. He bent forward and waved a hand at you. “Babe, you okay there?”

You blinked a few times and shook your head. You cleared your throat, hoping they wouldn’t notice your rapid breathing. “No, no I’m fine. It’s just been a long day."

"You just got here though," Ten frowned, Doyoung next to him with hands crossed over his chest. "What's wrong? You don't look as chipper as you usually do."

"Did Kun do something?" Doyoung asked, giving you a concerned look. His voice held genuine concern for you.

You looked at the oldest Chinese NCT member who was standing next to you. Of course he wouldn’t have done anything, he was one of the sweetest boys you knew. And to think, the thought of being alone with him made you blush all the time. “No, it’s nothing like that.”

Ten let out a sigh, smiling down at you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Then why are you looking so down, Y/N? We're your friends and we'll listen if you need to talk."

"Really, it's not that bad," You said quickly, rubbing your neck awkwardly. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hide your body language from these guys. They were observant and perceptive like that. They could read you like a book, which wasn't good considering the fact that they also had to work with you every day. You let out a sigh.

Fuck it. You were just going to tell them.

Walking over to your gym bag, you pulled out the pregnancy test and looked at the results. A deep breath escaped your lungs as your heart rate picked up. Looking at the three men around you, your voice shook slightly as you spoke. "Um, so I'm... I'm pregnant."

A look of shock appeared on each of their faces, you could almost see their brains trying to process the information that you were telling them.

“How far along are you?” Kun asked softly, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Eight weeks," you replied, meeting his gaze with yours. "That's why I've been feeling sick lately. I guess I was just too afraid to take a pregnancy test until today."

Kun tilted his head, his eyebrow raised. “And what were you afraid of?”

Your shoulders slumped and you took a step back, turning away from the three men. "Being alone," you whispered.

It felt like someone was ripping your soul apart. You weren't ready to raise a child, not by yourself anyway. The thought of bringing a child into this cruel world filled you with sadness. All you could picture was being a single mother and you couldn't fathom how you would ever be able to give your child everything he or she deserved. You closed your eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threatened to spill.

Seeing you so vulnerable like this, pulled at Kun's heart strings. He slowly moved closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. "Hey, don't cry, Y/N."

Your tears finally came spilling down your cheeks and onto his shirt. You clung to him tightly, your entire body shaking. Not wanting to leave you like this, he lowered his mouth to your ear.

"Shh, shh," he murmured soothingly. "I promise that I won't let you go through this alone."

"Kun, I'm scared." You sobbed. "What if you leave me and I have to raise this baby alone? What if I get fired? How am I supposed to survive?"

"I will support you," he said firmly, making sure to hold you tight to his body. "I love you, Y/N. And nothing is going to change that."

Sobbing against his chest, you pulled back and looked up at him. In his eyes, you saw so much sincerity. You sniffled loudly before saying, "I'm sorry. This isn't the way I wanted to tell you."

"It's alright," he reassured you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "As long as you trust me to help you through this."

Sighing, you buried your face in his chest once more and cried into his t-shirt. When you realized that your crying had gotten loud enough for everyone to hear, you sighed, removing your face from his chest and looking up at the three men.

Doyoung looked sympathetic towards you. He had seen you come to terms with many things, including the fact that you were expecting his friend's child. "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

"Yes," you lied, wiping your eyes and blowing your nose. "Just a little emotional right now."

"Can we do something for you?" Ten asked, moving over to the other side of you and putting his arm around your shoulders. "Maybe we can go out to dinner or something."

"Thank you," you replied gratefully. With the help of the three men, you managed to calm down and stop crying. Once your tears subsided, you looked up at the three men with a smile on your face. "Do you mind helping me finish choreographing this number? I need to show it to the team."

"Of course," Kun said, giving you a gentle squeeze before he let go of you. "Don't worry about us, we'll be around if you need us."

After spending hours at the studio, your rehearsal finished early. Leaving the building, you headed straight home. You had to admit, the thought of your child frightened you but somehow the thought of keeping the child and raising it without Kun's help felt a bit better. There were so many things you needed to figure out and somehow find the strength to deal with them all. Sighing, you continued walking home and stopped in front of your apartment complex, your key in hand.

Closing your eyes tightly, you slipped your key into the lock and opened the door to your apartment. Your whole body was tense and sore from rehearsing for so long. As soon as you stepped inside your apartment, you were greeted to the sight of your roommates lounging on the couch.

“You're finally home!” Sera, the second eldest roommate and currently working as the stylist for Highlight, jumped off the couch.

“She's been worried about you.” Misun, the eldest roommate and serving as the mother of the group, shrugged. She was a part of Cube Entertainment’s Creative department, closely working with all the groups under Cube.

"You look like shit." Gina, the youngest and your partner in crime of all things chaotic, called out from the kitchen as she poured wine into a few wine cups. She is currently working as a staff member for EDAM Entertainment.

"I feel like shit." You muttered as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your gym bag on the floor. You plopped on the couch, and laid your head back against the cushions.

"So how was practice?" Misun asked, peeking over at you with a bright smile on her face. "What'd you do today?"

"I showed the new girl group the choreo and helped them learn it." You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "I really hate this job sometimes. Even though I like being able to express myself through dance, I wish my career path didn't involve dancing."

"But your passion for dancing is so obvious," Sera reminded you, grabbing one of your knees and squeezing lightly.

"At least you found a good career," Misun added, sitting on the armrest next to you. "Heck, how we all manage to find careers in the entertainment industry baffles me!"

"And to think that I used to envy you girls." Sera snorted, taking another sip of her wine. "But look at me now. Highlight's stylist."

"I'm happy that I can call you all my friends. Our friendship means the world to me." Gina gave you a teasing smile. "Although, I'm still mad at you for landing a job at SM. Surrounding yourself with all the beautiful men."

Sera elbowed Gina in the ribs. "Gina's just bitter because she can't snag anyone from her company. Now, if only our bestie Y/N would help her friends out..."

Before you knew it, the conversation turned into a laughing fit. If you hadn't already known that your roommates were your family, then you certainly knew it after hearing them speak so affectionately about you. At that moment, you realized just how lucky you were to have such great people around you. All three women meant the world to you and vice versa.

Misun offered you a glass of wine but you declined. "Whoa, you never decline wine. What's wrong?"

Shaking your head, you responded, "I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the room as they stared at you, blankly. You watched as their jaws dropped open and their mouths formed an 'O'.

Eventually, they regained their composure and a variety of shocked expressions appeared on their faces. You chuckled softly, taking a sip of water. "Sorry to burst your bubble, guys."

“Wait, wait, wait.” Sera waved her hands frantically. “When did you know? How far along are you? Are you okay?”

You smiled. “Let me finish please.”

"Well..." Misun began. "...the big question is...who's the father?"

You furrowed your eybrows. "How can you ask me that question?"

Gina shrugged. "You have like twenty guys fawning over you."

"Not all the members of NCT have crushes on me."

"Yes, all of them," Sera nodded adamantly. "If you're pregnant, then who's the lucky bastard?"

Taking a deep breath, you muttered, "Kun."

"What?!" Gina shrieked in excitement. "When did you two decide to fuck each other?! Why are we just now finding this out?! You lucky bitch! Introduce me to Mark or Jeno!"

"Okay, okay," Sera held up her hands. "Calm down. The point is, you're pregnant. Congratulations, babe!"

Your smile grew wider and you threw your arms around Sera's neck, hugging her tightly. You could feel Misun patting your back and Gina rubbing your shoulders as they continued congratulating you. You felt warm and fuzzy knowing that even though you were technically "alone", you still had your family.

"If, and it's a big if… Kun leaves me," you mumbled, looking at them. "I'm glad I have you three. I'm glad to call you family."

Sera cupped your chin and forced you to meet her gaze. "You don't have to be alone anymore, Y/N. You know that we always have your back, no matter what happens."

Misun grinned at you. "You're stuck with us forever."

You laughed. It seemed that fate had played a role in bringing you together. Although you hated being dependent on others, you were grateful to have these three amazing women supporting you. Without hesitation, you hugged each of them tightly.

Minutes later, the four of you sat on your living room floor, playing UNO. Gina was winning but the game wasn't too serious yet. The laughs were plentiful and the mood was light. As usual, your roommates provided you with endless amounts of joy and laughter. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before and it made you appreciate life.

"Y/N, your phone is ringing like crazy." Gina looked at your phone that was abandoned on the coffee table. "What bitch is calling this la― Oh, it's Kun!"

Sera smirked at her as she moved closer to you. "Sounds like someone is missing you."

You ignored the chortling from your roommates and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, babe." Kun's voice came through clearly on the other end. "I hope you've been doing well since I last talked to you."

"I'm good," you smiled softly. "Better than good actually."

"Good to hear," he said. You could hear the excited voice of Yangyang in the background, asking to speak with you.

Your heart melted at the sound of his sweet voice. "I miss you, Kun."

"I miss you too, Y/N. I know you're worried about the whole pregnancy, but I promise you everything will be fine." Kun said. You could hear him pushing his members away from him. "We'll be fine. Just make sure you stay healthy and eat lots of food. Trust me when I say that our baby needs you to take care of yourself."

A few seconds of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke again. You heard Kun laugh in the background. "The guys are genuinely happy about this, by the way. They keep asking if they can buy you stuff for the baby."

"Aw, that's sweet." You smiled. "My roommates are also excited for us."

"They should be." Kun chuckled. "Anyway, I have a favor to ask of you."

You raised your eyebrows curiously. "Really?"

"Yeah." He replied softly. "Are you free tomorrow night? Do you want to spend some time with me?"

"Sure," you whispered. "Anything for you, Kun."

You heard Kun sigh softly. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

The phone clicked and your smiling lips met your roommates'. They clapped happily and began praising you, congratulating you for having such a great boyfriend. To tell the truth, Kun made you feel better than any man ever has. His kindness, caring, love, and passion overwhelmed you every day and every minute. Without him, you wouldn't have gotten through this difficult time. And the fact that you would be carrying his child...that was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to you.

"Do you mind if I go ahead and go to bed?" You yawned, leaning back onto the couch. "It's getting pretty late."

"Nah, go ahead." Sera reached forward, offering you a glass of water. "Just try not to drink too much tonight."

You gave her a tired smile. "Will do."

With a final wave goodbye, you grabbed your phone, climbed into bed, and closed your eyes. You were going to need all the rest you could get. Tomorrow will be a long day and you want to be fully rested. After all, you were spending time with the man that made you feel whole.

You were wrapped up in Kun's arms, watching as his members played video games on the television across from you. Your eyes were half-closed as you cuddled close to Kun. His left hand caressed your stomach gently while his right hand remained firmly on your hip.

"Are you still hungry?" Kun murmured against your ear.

"No." You smiled softly, resting your cheek against his chest. "Thank you, though."

"Anytime, sweetheart." He kissed your forehead and squeezed you tighter. He watched as Hendery jumped to his feet in excitement as he won a round against Yangyang. "Look at Hendery, loving his win."

Your eyes widened as you saw Hendery run towards you and Kun with a victorious grin on his face. "Kun-ge, did you see that?"

"Yangyang wants a rematch." You chuckled, watching as the younger man threw a look at Hendery. "Guess he's gunning for revenge."

"Mhm, I bet." Kun agreed.

You glanced at Kun out of the corner of your eye. "I have a confession to make."

His eyes widened slightly. "About what?"

Sighing softly, you leaned in and kissed his shoulder. "It's nothing bad, just a little embarrassing."

Kun pulled away slightly, giving you a puzzled look. "Come on, Y/N. I'm your boyfriend. Tell me."

You groaned. "Fine. But I swear to God, I'm gonna kick your ass if you laugh."

Kun raised an eyebrow. "Alright, spill."

"Ugh." You rolled your eyes. "I kinda-"

Kun stopped you mid-sentence with a kiss. He slowly pulled away, brushing your hair out of your face and running his fingers through it tenderly. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes. "Go on."

You blushed, looking away from him. "There's something about you that I haven't told anyone."

His brows furrowed. "Like what?"

"Well...you see...you're..." You gulped nervously. "You're really good in bed."

"Wow, babe, you can say that again." Kun teased, stroking your thigh. "I'm very good in bed."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't get a big head, Qian Kun."

"But babe, I'm really good in bed."

That earned him another peck on the cheek.

You heard Xiaojun let out a loud groan, complaining to Winwin that it wasn't fair that Kun got a girlfriend and not him. Kun hummed quietly to himself, kissing the side of your head. "Baby, what's going on in there?"

You sighed and sat up straight. "Nothing, why?"

"Because you're staring at me weird." He tilted your chin so you were looking at him. "You have this really sexy look on your face."

"I'm not really-"

"Oh yes you are." He narrowed his eyes playfully. "Tell me, baby. What's wrong?"

"Umm..." You paused. This was kind of hard to explain. "This isn't exactly the place where I should tell you."

"Why not?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." You bit your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "It's because...um...it's private."

"Private?" He repeated. "How private?"

You blushed furiously. "Pervy. Pervy."

He burst into laughter. "Seriously, girl? If I were to be any more turned on, I'd spontaneously combust."

"Shut up." You grumbled. "And please stop laughing at me."

"Sorry." He gave you a sheepish smile. "I can't help myself."

"But really, I-"

He placed his finger over your lips.

"You'll tell me later." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Now, tell me what you want for dinner."

Cuddled in Kun's arms, the next morning you woke up to a text message from Misun. She had already called your mom and your parents were thrilled about the pregnancy. Your mother cried with happiness and assured you that she was willing to help you raise the baby. It warmed your heart knowing that your family loved you and your soon-to-be-born child so much.

Your head rested against Kun's chest and you inhaled deeply, trying to wake up. Suddenly, you felt his hands glide up your legs, making their way to your panties.

"Morning." He greeted, biting down on your lower lip.

Your eyes shot open and you quickly turned around, meeting his playful gaze. "Hey."

"Hey." He smirked at you, lifting his leg up to wrap it around yours. He pulled you in tight against his body. "Sleep well?"

You nodded. "Yes, thank you."

"Was that because of me?" He ran his hand down your stomach.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side. "Um, well..."

"Ahhh." He moaned, tightening his grip on you. "Say no more."

"Oh my god, what's happening?!" You heard Yangyang exclaim. You peeked over your shoulder to see the boys look into the room. "I come in here, assuming that they're still asleep, just to grab something and they're having sex!"

Kun lifted his eyebrows. "What are we doing now?"

"Were we having sex?" You looked at Kun.

"Oh, uh, no." He grinned. "We're just cuddling here, Yangyang."

"What?! No!" Yangyang shouted. "I saw something!"

You rolled your eyes, covering your ears. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to find some rope and tie you up in a closet somewhere."

"W-wait! Ten, Y/N-jiejie is being mean to me!" Yangyang ran behind Ten. "Ten! Help me!"

Kun laughed lightly and nudged your shoulder. "Looks like the fun is over."

"Noooo. Thirty more minutes!" You clung to him, ignoring the other members.

"C'mon, babe. Time to get up." He pushed your shoulder.

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. "Hmph."

The boys all started to leave the room, Yangyang being dragged by the collar. You and Kun laughed before getting up from bed.

"So, breakfast?" He asked, kissing your cheek.

"Sounds great." You wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed tightly. "Thanks for last night."

He shrugged. "Anytime, Baby."

"So Misun called my parents and they're excited about the baby." You murmured as you strolled into the kitchen. "They've always wanted to be grandparents."

"My parents are pretty excited too." Kun let out a laugh. He gave you a hug. "Hmm...We'll be great parents. I know it."

"I agree." You giggled. You looked around his dorm, the members all doing their own thing. "So, when are we planning on finding a place together? As much as I love the boys and my roommates, we need space for us and the little one."

"Don't worry, babe. We'll find a nice house. We'll make sure to take care of our kids and spoil them." He winked at you.

"Look at you embracing the dad life." You laughed. "And the baby hasn't even come into the world yet."

"Hush." He scolded. "Don't talk like that. Don't ruin my positive thoughts."

You smiled and leaned into his chest, closing your eyes as you listened to the gentle beating of his heart. "You know what else I like?"

"Yeah?" He teased.

"Seeing you all happy and content. You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for."

"Aw, geez, that makes me blush." He cleared his throat, burying his face in your neck.

"That's it." You smacked his arm playfully. "Can't handle the truth?"

"Okay, okay, you got me." He pouted. "I guess it's true that I'm super lucky."

"No arguing or else." You warned.

"Fine, fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'm the luckiest guy alive."

"Okay, okay." You folded your arms. "Enough playing. Let's eat."

"Deal."

The next few months went by in a blur. You and Kun eventually found a place that wasn't too far from work and NCT's dorms. After applying and waiting patiently for the two months needed, you finally moved in with Kun. The day after you both finished moving in, you came home early from work. Kun was sitting in the living room playing video games with the guys, who had been there for hours helping you both unpack. Misun, Sera, and Gina were also helping to unpack.

"Babe, come here." Kun stood up, grinning as he held out his arms.

You walked over to him and gave him a warm embrace. "How was work today?"

"Good." He kissed the top of your head. "Nothing too exciting happened. It was quiet, we finished practice early."

He laid his hand on your now bulging tummy. "When do you think our babies will come?"

"Soon." You whispered. "The due date is nearing."

"Hopefully sooner than later." He pulled back and grabbed your face, smiling widely. "I can't believe we're having twins."

"It's funny how both you and I never had any siblings." You laughed. "But our babies will have each other."

"They'll have very cool uncles." Jaehyun muttered from his seat, looking at you and Kun with a small smile.

"And very cool aunties!" Gina said from the kitchen, a very concerned Jeno hovering over her. When did Jeno and Gina get close?

"Guys." Misun whined. "We're hungry."

"Hungry for food?" Yuta replied, giving her a small push. "Or hungrier for sex?"

She elbowed him in the ribs. "You're terrible."

You snickered as everyone started talking at once. Someone must have said something stupid and now they couldn't stop talking about it. Not that you minded, though. You had gotten used to your friends and their constant bickering.

"Are you okay?" Kun asked, watching you carefully.

"Mhm." You nodded, eyes wide. "Kun, one of the babies just kicked."

"Oh shit." He squealed, placing his hand over yours. "Awwwww."

You felt the flutter of your babies move inside of you and tears filled your eyes. You reached your free hand over to cover his hand, keeping his fingers laced with yours. "We're gonna be great parents."

"Thank you for trusting me with this." Kun whispered. "This is the most precious gift anyone has ever given me."

Your smile grew wider as you leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. "Just wait until we meet our babies."

A few days later, you woke up feeling anxious. "Kun, where are you?"

"In the bathroom, brushing my teeth." His voice sounded like he was right beside you. "You okay?"

"Kun, I think it's time." You gasped. "Babies are coming."

"Okay." He rubbed your belly softly. "We're ready, my love."

Within five minutes, you and Kun were dressed and headed to the hospital. All the while, you felt each contraction as if it was ripping your soul apart. Finally, the nurses ushered you to a delivery room and started preparing everything. A couple hours later, you were wheeled into the delivery room and told to start pushing. You didn't have to tell Kun twice. He got right down there and began encouraging you through every contraction.

"Push harder, my darling." He whispered in your ear. "Come on, you can do it. Come on, Y/N. Come on."

"Oh my god." You cried out as another contraction hit you. "Kun, Kun."

"I love you so much, Y/N." He planted kisses along your temple. "Stay strong."

Suddenly, you felt something slip out of you and then heard a baby cry. Your heart nearly burst with joy. It was almost like a dream. "My baby."

"Holy shit." He placed his hand on your stomach. "It's a boy."

You chuckled and wiped away the tears from your eyes. "A boy."

"Don't rest yet." The doctor instructed. "I feel another one. Oh wait, I feel two more."

"Two more?!" Kun exclaimed. He looked at you. "What does that mean?"

"You're gonna have triplets." The doctor laughed. "Oh man, I haven't done this since college."

"Triplets?" Kun froze. "Are you serious?"

"Yep." She smiled after a few minutes. "All three of them made it out healthy. The nurse is going to help you clean them up and then you can hold them."

After a quick cleaning session, Kun finally held the three newborn babies in his arms. All three of them looked exactly alike, and so tiny and fragile. You watched with tears running down your cheeks as he gently brushed his fingers across their tiny faces. Tears fell down your face, thinking about how happy he looked. This was everything he wanted and he finally got it.

After a few minutes, Kun passed you the babies. "Welcome to the world my beautiful babies."

"Mommy and daddy love you." You cooed. "Always remember that."

"Triplets." Kun muttered next to your bedside. "I can't believe it. I thought we were only having twins. Not triplets."

"They're perfect." You kissed his cheek. "God, I'm so blessed to have you."

"Baby." He hugged you tighter. "I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."

"Let's name them." You suggested. "Since they're a surprise, let's keep it simple. How about..."

"Yao, Ling, and Po?" Kun suggested.

"Really, Kun?" You rolled your eyes. "Really?"

"We want them to be able to pronounce their names." He smirked.

"You’re such a dork." You complained.

"Well, we don't have to decide tonight." He gave you a kiss. "How about we just think of a first name and a middle name for each of them?"

"Alright, I guess that sounds good." You laughed.

A week after the triplets were born, you returned home from the hospital. Everyone had visited you often and you felt completely spoiled. Each day, you would see your babies grow stronger and healthier. Even Kun was excited about fatherhood. He loved holding and feeding the babies whenever he was home. Of course, it was exhausting taking care of three newborns but it was worth it seeing him happy.

A month had passed since the babies were born and things were still chaotic. At least once a week, you and Kun were stuck sleeping in the nursery with the triplets because you couldn't leave them alone. Your sleep schedule was all over the place and some days you wished you could just go back to being lazy and not having to worry about anyone but yourself.

However, that's not how life worked. Being a parent is hard work, especially when you have three kids to take care of. Thankfully, you had the whole group there to support you and help out where they could. They'd stay over and help you bathe and feed the babies. Sometimes, they'd watch the triplets so you and Kun could have a break. Soon enough, things would settle down and become easier to manage. Until then, you took every moment with your babies that you could.

One night, you crawled into bed with Kun, already fast asleep. Taeyong and Doyoung offered to take the now four month old babies for the weekend, giving you and Kun a break. You snuggled closer to Kun and let out a deep sigh. There was nothing better than lying in bed next to the man you loved.

After several seconds, you felt his hand stroke your bare thigh and you shivered slightly. With the way you were breathing and the little noises you were making, he knew you were turned on. For a second, you wondered if he could tell. You felt his breath on your neck and before you knew it, he pressed his lips against your skin, sending chills down your spine. You groaned softly and gripped onto the sheets beneath you tightly. Suddenly, you felt his tongue flick against your earlobe and you bit your lip, letting out a soft moan.

"Y/N?" His voice was barely audible but you understood what he meant. "Do you want me to make love to you?"

"Fuck yes." You answered, pulling his face towards yours. You nibbled on his bottom lip and let out a small gasp as his tongue slid between your lips.

"Baby." He moaned, cupping your breasts with his hands. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." You shook your head slowly, grinning widely. "So glad that the guys offered to take the babies for the weekend."

"Me too." He smiled. "It feels like forever since I last made love to you."

His words sent tingles throughout your body. Even though you had been intimate with him numerous times since the babies were born, you hadn't really made love since the day the babies were born. Making love was special and something you enjoyed doing when you were alone with him. You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "If you're sure..."

"I am." He nodded. "Tonight, I want to make love to you properly. Just you and me, without the distraction of our children."

You sighed happily. "Please Kun."

"That I will, my love." He kissed your forehead and pulled you even closer to him. "Rest assured that this isn't a one-time thing."

"Good." You laughed. "Because this won't be the last time either."

"Never doubt me, Y/N." He smirked. "I'll make sure of it."

With that, he pulled you closer to him and planted soft kisses on your neck. One by one, he teased your collarbone with his lips and teeth, driving you wild. Every part of your body was on fire, waiting to be touched by him. Every nerve ending seemed to have gone numb at the sound of his low growls as he took control. Slowly, he trailed his hand down your side, squeezing your breast in his palm. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake and soon enough, you couldn't hold it any longer. You whimpered and arched your back as he slipped his hand under the blanket, slipping off your pajama bottoms.

Without a second thought, you pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Both of you paused for a second as you stared into each other's eyes. Neither of you spoke, waiting for the other to make the first move. Suddenly, you felt his finger slide between your folds and he watched you closely as you let out a loud moan. He smirked, obviously enjoying himself. Without warning, he plunged his finger inside of you, stretching you wide open. You closed your eyes and tried to calm your racing heartbeat.

"Such a dirty girl." He growled. "I bet you haven't been fucked like this in a long time."

"Shut up." You smirked, moving closer to him.

He chuckled as he moved his hand down your body again, this time gliding his fingers over your clit. The tingling sensation spread through your body quickly and before you knew it, you were grinding your hips against his hand. He smirked and chuckled quietly. "Damn, Y/N."

You pouted playfully. "Why do you find that so funny?"

"Your tits are bouncing up and down and your pussy is wet as hell." He mumbled. "You look absolutely amazing right now."

You blushed and covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. Before you knew it, you found yourself wrapped in his arms and pressing your lips against his. His hand slipped between your legs again and with each movement of his fingers, your orgasm grew closer and closer. Finally, the climax came crashing down upon you and within seconds, you were sobbing into his chest.

After a minute or two, you lifted your head and found his eyes staring intently at you. His eyes were bright and filled with passion, which you returned immediately.

"Wasn't I right?" He asked softly.

"About what?" You whispered, placing a tender kiss on his lips.

"You've been waiting to make love to me again." He grinned. "And now, I get to enjoy your naked body in my arms. Can't ask for much more than that."

Your smile widened as he kissed you again. This time, you didn't stop him as he slid his fingers back into you. You cried out as he slowly entered you, moaning softly as his hips met yours.

Every inch of your body ached and burned at the same time. It felt wonderful and awful at the same time. He slowly pushed himself inside of you until he was fully seated. After another minute, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours. He inhaled deeply and groaned as he pulled you even closer to him. Your legs intertwined with his and he wrapped his arms around you. He slowly started rocking back and forth, slowly increasing the pace.

Slowly, you ran your fingers through his hair and pressed your lips against his shoulder blade. Every thrust caused an electric shock through your body, spreading warmth throughout your entire body. In no time, both of you were ready for round two. Within a few seconds, he was pumping his hips faster, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy again. He continued thrusting harder and faster, sending tremors throughout your body.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw that he was looking straight at you. As he thrust harder and faster, your body began to shake uncontrollably. In no time, you were gasping for air and crying out. The pleasure overcame you completely and you screamed as your release hit you like a tidal wave. Within a matter of minutes, you were shaking as you rode the waves of ecstasy, finally coming down as he gently stroked your back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed heavily, feeling weak and content.

"Mmm..." He hummed. "That was...amazing."

You giggled softly. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes." He winked. "You know how to make me feel amazing."

You nodded silently, burying your head in his neck. As you held onto him, you couldn't believe how lucky you were. Your life had changed dramatically since the babies were born but somehow, it got better. Every day, you spend hours talking to and playing with your babies. Every night, you cuddled with Kun in bed while you played video games or talked about random stuff. And every morning, you woke up with the most incredible man ever by your side.

"Y/N?" Kun murmured, resting his chin on top of your head. "Are you awake?"

"Mmhm." You muttered, lifting your head and planting a gentle kiss on his lips.

Kun smiled softly and nuzzled his nose against yours. "Will you marry me?"

Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly looked up at him. "What?"

"Marry me, baby." He repeated, a goofy grin on his face. "Let's spend the rest of our lives together. You, me and our boys."

The tears in your eyes threatened to fall but you fought them back. Of course, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. He was the only person who understood you and he loved you unconditionally. The past year was rough but with him by your side, everything was perfect.

"Of course I will." You choked out, hugging him tightly. "I'll marry you, baby."

He chuckled and squeeze you tighter, kissing your temple. "We can start planning the wedding as soon as we have some time off from being parents."

You chuckled. "Sounds good to me."

"Just think, honey." He smiled softly. "We'll have plenty of time to plan it."

"I love you." You whispered. "So much."

"Love you too, baby." He kissed your forehead. "More than anything else in the world."

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winwintea · 28 days

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how wayv would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n

how wayv members would react if you showed up at their doorstep covered in bl**d with a g*n. PAIRING ▸ wayv x reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS ▸ mentions of: bl//d (o) and g/ns (u), very angsty

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i watched the winwin and ten lovely dance cover again and cried because im an emotional trainwreck... REGARDLESS. idk actually how this prompt came to me but damn

Qian Kun

Kun’s lips are pursed together, his eyes widen at the sight of you. With your blood stained cheeks, mixed with your murky tears, you were covered head to toe in… red. He looks you up and down before demanding angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” His voice is loud and clear, and you can’t help but choke up a few sobs in response, unable to answer him. Kun grabs the gun out of your hands, and embraces you in a tight hug. This time his voice begins to crack and it’s a lot softer, “What did you do…?”

Ten

Ten was so caught off guard by the blood, he didn’t even notice the gun in your hands. “Holy SHIT! What the hell, y/n?” Strings of curses followed, but you couldn’t do anything but just sob uncontrollably. Ten gazes into your teary eyes. It’s hard to see your face clearly, since it’s covered in blood. Although Ten had no idea what you did, you had come to him for help. He grabs your shoulders and presses his face close to yours, and gives you a comforting smile, “Come inside. I’ll get you cleaned up.” He would be your rock. He would be your shield. He would protect you. Always.

Dong Si Cheng

Winwin has mixed feelings as soon as he sees you at the door. He’s definitely shocked, but hides it well. The gun was directed towards Winwin, but your hands were shaking, trembling. You were a wreck, a blubbering mess. He places his hand upon yours, slowly lowering the gun. “Why don’t you put the gun down and tell me what happened?” His voice has a soothing and calming edge to it. He embraced you in a hug, rubbing your back, as he whispered in your ear, “It’s going to be okay.” And that’s almost enough to make you believe his words. Almost.

Xiao De Jun

Xiaojun cursed as soon as he saw you. “Woah…” He held his hands up in defense, eyeing you carefully. His eyes nervously glanced around the area, wondering if any of his neighbors might take notice. You remained silent, your shaky fingers still wrapped around the gun. The scent of blood fills the air, which Xiaojun notices as quite fresh. Once his shock has worn over, he finally breaks the silence, “Are you going to tell me what happened or are we going to be here all day?”

Wong Kun Hang

Hendery is just at a loss for words. The first thing he says to you, trying to process everything going on in front of him is, “Oh. That looks… messy.” (no shit) Hendery stands there awkwardly, not sure of what to do. He looks into your eyes and stares back at his reflection. There’s nothing left he realizes. Whatever you did, whatever caused this mess… didn’t matter. You would never be the same. The person he once knew, was gone. Lost forever. And he could never get you back.

Liu Yang Yang

Yangyang hadn’t expected you to turn up at his doorstep, much less covered in blood. “I’m trying not to freak out… but is the blood yours?” You shook your head, and he stared at you, in awe for a second. He put his hands around your shoulders, and felt how much you were shaking. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors, he brought you inside, wrapped a towel around your body, and quickly filled a bucket with water so he could wash you off. “Yangyang…” You called out to him, your voice still trembling, “Do you trust me?"

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writemekpop · 1 year

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Secret | Qian Kun

Summary: You try to tell your boyfriend Kun that you are pregnant, but you can’t get a word in.

Genre: Established relationship AU, angsty

Word Count: 0.5k

You have a big secret.

You’re pregnant.

Tonight, you have to tell your boyfriend Kun, who’s rehearsing with his rock band, Dreamerz.

Kun interrupts you before you can speak. ““We’re going to open for Nell, baby!” His eyes are feverishly bright. “They’re talking about a world tour!”

As he talks, Kun doesn’t even look at you.

You feel your frustration rise to the boil. Your feet ache, you smell like plane, and you’ve been fighting waves of sickness all evening.

Standing on the edge of the stage, watching Kun run down the stairs, you do something that you will regret for a long time.

“I’m pregnant!” you shout.

Kun freezes.

He stands, statuesque, his shoulders bunched.

When he turns, all of human history is visible on his face.

He walks back up the stairs towards you, his eyes on your belly.

One step. Another. Your heart thuds in your ears.

“How long?” he breathes.

“A month,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he says. Tears fall silently down his cheeks.

“I tried,” you say.

Kun rests his head on your belly and shuts his eyes, his tears dampening your shirt. A low animal sound leaves his throat, an emotion too strong for words.

You cradle his head in your hands, twisting his soft hair in your fingers. You never want to let go.

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying not to cry. “I know this isn’t a good time, your world tour…”

He looks up at you, his face blank. “What?”

You laugh through your tears. “You were going to go on a tour, b-but I don’t think you can…”

Kun grins. “Fuck the world tour.” Then, he breaks out in tears again. “I’m going to be a father!”

He takes the next two steps in one bound, clutching you tight to him in a breathless hug. His strong arms make you feel weightless, like you could lift your feet off the ground, and you would still be safe.

“Easy there,” you chuckle, when his vice grip shows no sign of loosening. “Baby, remember?”

He gasps, letting you free. “Oh, I forgot.”

You laugh at the utter bewilderment on his face. “Aren’t you upset? About the band? I thought this tour was make-or-break for your career.”

“I want nothing except to meet our child.” Kun kisses your hand. “If you told me to give up music, right now, I would do it. I’m sorry if I haven’t made that clear.”

“I would never ask that of you,” you say, stunned.

“I know,” he says, smiling. “You’re too kind for that.” He chuckles to himself. “And if our baby gets even one fraction of your kindness, your brilliance, your beauty… they’re going to be just fine.”

You smile back at him.

“I would say the same.”

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Lost For Words - Part V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 5.7K

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You’d left the curtains open, you realized. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, bracing yourself for the light. Your eyes snapped open as you were met with the image of a naked Taeyong fast asleep in your bed. If you weren’t awake before, you were certainly wide awake now.

You looked around the room in horror as you recalled the events of the previous night. You replayed the night in your mind, as if it were a film, and how you took your clothes off and how Taeyong ended up between your legs and inside you. And you had the audacity to throb at the thought of him, a wave of guilt washing over you.

The vibration coming from the nightstand startled you, bringing you back to your harsh reality. Your hands felt a little shaky as you reached for your phone. Without even having to look, you knew it was Kun. Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered the call, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, babe," Kun's voice greeted you, laced with concern. "I didn't hear back from you last night, so I wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You were anything but okay. You were confused, in a daze, and filled to the brim with guilt and remorse. The thought of confessing the truth and his disappointment sent a fresh wave of guilt to crash over you.

"I'm just a little hungover," you said, a half truth. "I think I might take a painkiller and go back to sleep for a little while.”

"Oh, okay," Kun replied, his voice laced with understanding. He chuckled. "I told you to make sure you drank some water to avoid a hangover! Anyway, just call me when you wake up, alright? I can bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I will.”

Your heart was heavy with the weight of your lies as you hung up the phone. Taeyong stirred beside you, rolling onto his side. He was awake now and you weren’t sure how much of the conversation he’d heard.

“Good morning,” he said, so casually, as if this was all normal to him. He leaned on his elbow, propping himself up to smile at you.

“Uh, good morning,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. You were becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were naked, pulling the sheets over your bare breasts. “We need to talk about last night…”

“Okay,” he said, sitting up in the bed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about last night?”

You took a deep breath, not quite sure what you were going to say. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend, Taeyong,” you said, not sure why you had to explain. “We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“You have a boyfriend, sure,” he said, “but you made your choice. We’re both adults.”

His words stung, a sharp reminder of the mess you had created. You hadn't intended to hurt Kun, but your actions had spoken louder than words.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Taeyong sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "I know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and laced with understanding. He tilted your head toward his, looking you in your eyes. "But we can't go back now."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of the reality before you. You had crossed a line and there was no turning back. You hesitated, your mind torn between regret and desire. Taeyong leaned in closer, his lips not quite touching yours. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you really think kissing me that day was a mistake?" he asked, his voice laced with longing. "I made love to you last night, Y/N…You’re telling me that was a mistake? You regret that?"

You stared into his eyes, your own filled with a rather strong cocktail of confusion, regret, and desire. You felt torn between the guilt of your actions and the connection you shared with Taeyong. Words didn’t come.

He wasn’t wrong. Last night, you made a choice - a choice that you would have to live with and figure out how to navigate. And choices had their consequences.

You leaned into his touch and it wasn’t long before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your lips melting against his, your bodies pressing together, silently accepting the onward battle. The weight of your guilt and regret slowly melted away, replaced by these new feelings for Taeyong. In that moment, you were lost in Taeyong’s intoxicating embrace as you found yourself on top of him again, sinking onto his already-hard length.

Taeyong stepped out of your apartment building, the warm afternoon air washing over his face. He could still smell the lingering scent of your perfume on the collar of his shirt, along with the memory of your touch. With each step, he felt his heart ache in his chest. His emotions were all over the place and, after sleeping with you twice, they’d intensified.

You made a choice and he had, too. The two of you made those choices together. He had no regrets. He replayed the events of the last night and this morning in his mind; your sweet moans and your tender touch, your whispers in his ear and his seed dripping from inside you.

A wave of longing washed over him. He craved your presence, your laughter, your touch, not just your body. He wanted more; he wanted to see you whenever he wanted, he wanted to touch you. He wished he could be the one you came home to, the one who you shared your hopes and dreams with and the one who wrapped his arms around you whenever you were upset.

The connection he had with you was so intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. But Taeyong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew that your relationship was complicated and he was entangled with you, in a web of lies and hidden desires. The thought of sharing you with another man was a bitter pill to swallow, a jealousy that gnawed at his insides. But he had to keep his composure if he didn’t want to lose you, too.

After all, you weren’t his to have in the first place.

As the hot water rippled down your body, you closed your eyes, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to you like a second skin. The memory of your actions with Taeyong haunted you, each droplet of water a constant reminder of the sins you had committed. You scrubbed your skin hard, as if you could erase the memory of Taeyong's touch. You longed for the cleansing power of water to somehow make you pure again, to wash away the stain of infidelity that marked your conscience.

The weight of guilt remained following a shower. Wrapped tightly in your towel, you moved through your apartment with a sense of urgency, cleaning and airing it out, trying to erase any and every trace of Taeyong's presence. You changed your sheets, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, hoping to remove the lingering scent of his cologne. You sprayed air freshener and opened the window, hoping to remove the smell of sex in the air. Every movement, every action, was fueled by a desperate need to erase the evidence of your wild night.

You took the Plan B that Taeyong went to get for you, chugging the pill down with water, as if that could undo things, as if it was a chance at redemption. The very last thing you needed was to end up pregnant and have no idea if the baby was Kun’s or Taeyong’s. You threw the empty box in the trash and took out the garbage, getting rid of the evidence.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, revealing the man you’d betrayed with a container of soup. He kissed you on your lips on his way inside. “Hey babe. I thought about making you that Chinese soup you like but I was feeling a little lazy so I just bought you some chicken soup.”

You nodded with a weak smile. “Thank you…Were you up late working?”

“Yeah,” he said, placing the bag on the counter. He started sifting through the bags so that you could eat. “I went to sleep around two. What time did you get back?”

“Maybe around 12:30,” you answered, “I fell asleep earlier than I thought. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I know you were fine. Do you want to eat now?”

You nodded. Your energy levels were really low and, Kun being here when you were grinding on Taeyong’s dick a couple of hours ago, didn’t help the situation. As you ate, Kun carried the conversation. He talked about the housewarming last night and how nice Taeyong was and that he could see us getting along. He talked about how work went and how his juniors were slacking. You were only half there, hearing him and trying your best to look engaged.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked gently, his hand reaching out to touch yours reassuringly.

Caught off guard by his question, you hesitated. Of course there was something else on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong or what the two of you did. Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of it. "No, it's just the hangover," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself of your own lie. “I think the food will help.”

Kun nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation. “Wanna watch a movie? Sounds like the perfect lazy Sunday before we have to go to work tomorrow..”

Work. That was the last place that you wanted to be. You’d have to confront reality somehow and face Taeyong in real life and real-time. Would things be awkward? Would Taeyong treat you differently? You didn’t take him for a man that would put you or his job at risk, but you weren’t sure how this would go. You’d opened up a door that couldn’t be shut so easily.

It was your fault, truth be told. You weren’t perfect but, still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that being with Taeyong was a mistake. You didn’t have any regrets when it came to him. You just regretted how it all came to be. You wished that this had happened at a time when you were single. Then, things would be okay, and these decisions didn’t have to weigh so heavily on your mind.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking away the empty containers. “Do you wanna pick this time?”

So, you tried to get back into normalcy by watching a movie with the man you were supposed to be in a relationship with.

The next day at work, you found yourself glancing over at Taeyong every so often, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach with each glance. His presence was a constant reminder of the sins you had committed, a secret that weighed heavily on your conscience.

Taeyong, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the tension between you. He continued to greet you with his usual warm smile and engaging conversation, even going so far as to brush against your hands in passing moments. You tried to avoid his touch, to maintain a professional distance, but his subtle touches made you question whether or not you were overthinking.

The workday dragged on, each minute dragging on as you sat with your conflicting emotions. You longed for the day to end, to escape your team, along with the weight of your guilt.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of your workday. As you gathered your belongings and headed out of the office, you picked up your phone to see a text from Taeyong.

Taeyong [5:01PM] : Can you meet me at Hidden Moon Bar?

He sent a link and it was a five minute walk from the office. You texted back, agreeing. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite ignore Taeyong or pretend that what happened didn’t happen.

You said your goodbyes and left first. As you walked, you wondered how the conversation would go. All you knew was that this couldn’t continue. You had cheated on Kun, yes, but it would be better to stop now before things got out of control. You just needed to stand your ground and not get tempted to go back on what you wanted to say.

You sat down at the bar, deciding that you definitely needed a drink to have this conversation. A moment later, you had a glass of Pinot Noir in your hand. After a few gulps, you felt much better about things.

“Hey Y/N,” said a familiar voice from behind you. So casually, Taeyong took a seat on the barstool next to you. It wasn’t crowded, thankfully, as the happy hour crowds hadn’t made it just yet. “What are you drinking?”

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “I got Pinot Noir.”

Taeyong called over the bartender to say, “Can I have a glass of Pinot Noir, too?” He took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “You can put mine and hers on this card. Thanks!”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He said, “No problem. Well, anyway, we should talk about what happened, right?”

“Yeah, um, what we're doing, what we did…it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this, Taeyong. We're coworkers, and it's too complicated. I think you should date other people, seriously."

He looked at you, without saying a word. He didn’t say anything for a long time, to the point where you began to feel a little awkward. He sighed and took a sip of the wine the bartender had just placed in front of him. He took a long swig and put the glass down before turning back to you. "Y/N, dating other people isn't going to change how I feel about you. I can't just turn off these emotions. Trust me, I've tried, but it's not that easy."

You sighed, realizing the depth of the situation. "Taeyong, you deserve someone who can really be with you. Someone you don’t have to sneak around with. It's not fair to you."

He leaned back in the chair, studying your face. "You think I want just anyone? I want you, Y/N. And I understand it's complicated…”

You shook your head, feeling the weight of responsibility. "It's not just about us; it's about my boyfriend, our jobs, everything. I can't just throw it all away."

"I get it, Y/N. I do. But I can't deny what I feel. I can't just pretend that we didn’t kiss, that we didn’t have sex, that we’re just nothing.”

You said, "Taeyong, I care about you, but we can't keep going down this path. It's only going to get more complicated."

He leaned a little closer. "What if I don't want to date other people? What if I just want to be with you, even if it's complicated?"

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. "Taeyong, we can’t…"

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness in his expression. "I can't promise that my feelings will just disappear. But if you think it's the right thing to do and that this is what you want, I'll respect your decision."

The office clock ticked down to 5:00 PM, signaling the end of yet another busy week. As people began gathering their belongings and preparing to leave, Kevin turned to the group with a grin. "Hey, is anyone up for dinner tonight?" he asked, shutting his laptop. “I have no plans. Someone please say yes.”

A few heads nodded in agreement, while others declined, letting him know that they already had plans. Attention was on Taeyong now, as he hadn’t responded.

"I can’t. I have a date tonight," Taeyong announced, in a light, casual tone.

While your coworkers laughed and teased, a pang of jealousy coursed through your body. A date? Already?

Hina, turning off her monitor, stood up from her chair. "Is this the first date?"

Taeyong nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he answered. "Seolyun gave me a suggestion for a steakhouse so I’m going to take her there. Supposed to be pretty good."

You recalled your recent conversation with Taeyong last week, where you had encouraged him to see other people. That meant that dates were a thing. You felt jealousy and regret, realizing you weren't as prepared for Taeyong to move on as you thought. The suggestion to date others had been a bit easier in theory than in practice. You did your best to hide your emotions, forcing a smile as you joined the others in wishing him a good time.

Kevin, always eager to add to the conversation, chimed in, "So, how did you meet her?"

"Online dating app," Taeyong replied casually. "We were texting for a while and I asked if she had any plans, so I figured why not take her out tonight?"

Seolyun, your curious coworker, couldn't resist the urge to pry. "Can we see a picture?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Taeyong chuckled, "I'll show you if we end up dating," he teased. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

The thought of Taeyong moving on and potentially having a new girlfriend stirred a mix of emotions within you. While you genuinely wished him the best, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you still had for him.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the office, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What was going to happen now?

Taeyong found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, conflicted emotions playing on his face. Tonight was the night of the date he agreed to. He’d be a liar if he said that he wasn’t nervous about it. He adjusted his collar, wondering if he was making the right decision. By going on a date, he was respecting your boundaries, right?

The girl he was about to meet was pretty and she seemed genuinely nice. He didn’t know much about her yet, but he thought that maybe this could work out in his favor. But as he buttoned up his shirt, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of his mind – she wasn't you. And she never would be.

The conversation he had with you had been playing in his mind all week, like a broken record. Taeyong sighed, trying to come to terms with what you’d said. If you wanted him to see other people, he reasoned, it meant you didn't want him. He had to at least try to move on, to forget about the feelings he had for you. Yet, the mere thought of being with someone else made his heart ache.

Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to leave. He locked eyes with his reflection, trying to give himself a pep talk. It’ll be fun, he thought, trying to reason with himself, an internal battle plaguing his heart. Just one date, he told himself. She seems to be a nice girl. Maybe we’ll hit it off.

There are more girls out there other than Y/N, Taeyong.

All of these thoughts crossed his mind but he wasn’t sure of himself. Maybe this date would be a step towards closure, a way to untangle himself from the feelings he had for you.

As he stepped out into the night, Taeyong couldn't shake the lingering doubt. Deep down, he couldn't escape the haunting question – was he truly ready to move on, or was this just a futile attempt to fill the void left by someone he couldn’t have?

The week had been long, filled with deadlines and endless meetings, so when Kevin suggested grabbing dinner and drinks to unwind, you decided to get on board. Spending time with friends seemed like a much better option than sulking at home and being trapped in wonderings about Taeyong and this mystery woman.

As you all settled into a cozy corner booth, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation surrounded you. The menu was passed around, each person expressing their preferences and sharing recommendations.

Seolyun scanned the cocktail menu with enthusiasm. "I heard their mojitos are really good. Anyone up for one?”

Hina, sitting beside you, offered a thoughtful smile. "I'm game. Mojitos it is."

“Speaking of mojitos, me and my cousins are planning a trip to Cuba!”

Despite the lively conversation about mojitos and travel, your thoughts drifted to Taeyong yet again. Who was this girl? What did she look like? What was her personality like? Most importantly, would Taeyong like her? Would he like her so much that he ends up in a relationship with her?

Every few minutes, you found yourself reaching for your phone to look at Taeyong’s Instagram profile. You'd refresh the page, hoping to catch a glimpse into his date, hoping to see a photo, a story, anything that would tell you where he was or what he was doing.

“Any travel plans coming up for the summer, Y/N?” asked Kevin, as he put a few pieces of pork belly onto your plate. Now, you were being forced into the conversation. And rightfully so.

“Nah, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but I’m not going to lie, a beach trip would be amazing. Me and Hina were talking about maybe doing a weekend trip.”

“I haven’t been in years,” said Hina.

“It’ll be nice to get some seafood,” you added.

“Speaking of seafood,” chimed in Seolyun, “should we order squid to grill?”

As the night went on, you were almost filled to the brim with anxiety. No matter how good the food was or how strong your drink was, you could only think of Taeyong. The thought of him enjoying an evening out with a nameless, faceless woman filled your heart with frustration and envy.

Every notification, every vibration, every sound made your heart drop. Everytime you got a notification, you hoped that it was him and you hoped that he was thinking about you as much as you were about him. But it never was, and that hurt more than you thought it would.

As you were on the subway heading home, you realized that you basically only knew Taeyong as a friend. You hardly knew him as a lover, but you wanted to. Was he patient? Was he the type of man to give you random gifts, just because? Would he plan dates without you having to ask? Was he willing to work things out if you had a fight? You wondered what kind of man he’d be like, if you were dating.

A shower wasn’t much help either. Those thoughts didn’t disappear but they shifted to the memories of him being here with you. You thought of how hard he kissed you, how he grabbed your hands and held them down as he thrusted into you in missionary, and how deep inside you he was. It was almost as if Taeyong figured out your body and how to please you in just a night. You throbbed at the thought.

You knew you had no right to feel this upset about it. You had Kun, your loving boyfriend who was on his way right now with a bottle of the Pinot Noir that you loved. And here you were thinking about a man that you couldn’t have.

You’d invited him over before you got in the shower because you felt alone. You wanted what you couldn’t have, so you went with the next best option. It wasn’t that you didn’t love or care about Kun; you did. But Taeyong had shown you excitement that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Kun felt…safe. Taeyong felt dangerous. There was something about the thrill of it all that turned you on a little bit.

As you got out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, you found yourself picking up your phone again. You clicked on the Instagram app for what was probably the hundredth time tonight and found that Taeyong had finally posted something — a story. You pressed your finger on Taeyong’s icon and found the photo that you’d been waiting for all night long. You held your finger down because ten seconds to view it wouldn’t be enough for you. Taeyong had taken a picture of a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare and glistening just how he liked it. The steak looked amazing, but what really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers across the table and the perfectly manicured hand you could see holding a steak knife in the top right corner. And to top it off, he put 5 star emojis with the location of the restaurant tagged.

You felt your eyes become hot with what you could only assume to be tears. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, a cruel joke. Were you really upset with him when you were the one who told him to see other people? You couldn’t possibly keep up an affair with him. It was wrong and you both deserved better than to drag each other around on strings and making promises you couldn’t keep. You’d uttered those words at the time but you weren’t sure that you actually meant them. And here you were — jealous.

You heard the front door open and close, signaling your boyfriend’s arrival. Before you went out there, you needed to pull yourself together. You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t asked for him to come over. But maybe it made sense now. Instead of being left alone with your thoughts, having company seemed like the better option.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen.

You wiped your tears with your towel before you went out to greet him. “Hey, babe.”

Of course, he greeted you with a smile that made you feel guilty. As you got closer, he said, “You okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve been crying…”

You said, “I think it’s just my allergies.” A lie, but believable.

As you wiped away what was left of your tears, he said, “Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need…”

You shook your head. “I’m okay,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’d love some of that wine though.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said in a low, husky voice. You kissed him back, harder this time. Kun was surprised at your forwardness and pulled you closer to him. You could feel him getting hard and, sneakily, he made your towel fall to the floor.

“I’ll pour some wine,” you said, pulling away from his embrace, and showing off your body. You could see him biting his lips as you reached into the cabinet for your wine glasses. His eyes never left you, even when he was across the room on the couch.

A moment later, you were walking toward him, wine glasses in hand to place on the side table. Then you disappeared into your bedroom and changed into the lingerie set he liked. Little did he know, he followed you and watched you as you changed.

“You look good,” he said, coming up behind you. “Are you horny, babe?”

You turned around to face him, nodding. You were met with your wine glass. You took it from him and took a long swig of the red wine. A little bit dripped down your chin as you pulled the glass away and Kun was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, slowly.

You took another sip and you watched him over the top of your glass. After you put the glass on top of your dresser, Kun pulled you close to him, pressing your body against his. You said, “So are you going to do something about it?”

You bit your lip. “Maybe…” Reaching down for his pants, you pulled them down. He was left in his boxers, his hardness poking through to give you a nice view. You heard a small groan come from his lips as you pulled those off, too, freeing him from the constraints. You ran your fingers back and forth across the head of his penis, teasing him, and watched it jump each time. You got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. You sucked his dick, nice and slow, at first. Then, you picked up the speed, drawing louder moans from your boyfriend. He put his hand on your shoulder and you knew that if you kept going he’d cum before you could get him inside you.

You pushed him back onto the bed, to his surprise, and climbed on top of him. “Take this off,” you said, referring to his shirt. You quickly helped him with the buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. He sat up and latched onto your nipple; he had easy access thanks to the lingerie, which had a small hole designated for them. He licked and nibbled on them. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure, letting out small moans. Then, he reached down to your slit, running his fingers across it. You could tell that you were wet, partially because of the stimulation and partially because you thought of what it felt like when Taeyong touched you.

He said, “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Kun.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your back. He slipped in easily and started thrusting into you right away. Your walls gripped at him tightly, making him groan. With each stroke, you could hear how wet your pussy was from that wet, squishy sound. Hearing it must’ve made him excited because he was suddenly fucking you harder, faster; it was hard to catch your breath with the feeling of your body being pounded into the mattress.

He buried his neck into yours as he thrusted in and out of him. From the way his breathing got heavier and heavier, you could tell he was close. The thought got you so excited.

“Ride it, babe,” he said, pulling out.

No words were exchanged. You just sunk down onto him with a squish. He groaned in response and let you take control. You started grinding on his dick, back and forth. Your wetness began soaking his pelvis and his lips parted in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “There you go.”

Hearing his voice made you throb even harder. You started going faster. It wouldn’t be long until you rode yourself into an orgasm. It wasn’t often that you found yourself having vaginal orgasms but today was the day. You could almost taste that delicious feeling building up inside you.

In the moment of your orgasm, you got lost in the movement of your hips. You allowed yourself to forget. You forgot about the guilt and the lies. You lost yourself in the feeling of Kun’s fingers digging into your hips instead.

But even as you came, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of your mind, where Taeyong was, who he was with, and if he was thinking of you, even just a little.

But this was safe. Being here with Kun was safe.

Taeyong tossed and turned in bed that night, not able to get much quality sleep. He’d dozed off here and there, but it’d been nothing substantial. You crept into his dreams again and things were perfect. It was as if he was living in an alternate universe, one where you were single and being right or wrong didn’t matter. In the dream, you were his and he was yours. He could almost smell the scent of your perfume, almost feel your lips on his. It was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Despite the content of his dreams, he had a good time on the date. Her name was Hyewol. He started the night off in the same way he would’ve wanted to with you, if he had the opportunity. He met up with her, greeting her with a small bouquet of roses. Then they walked to the restaurant together and got to know one another on the way to the restaurant. They told each other the basics: where they were from and where they worked, what schools they went to and what countries they visited, and their favorite things. Then, they enjoyed steak and wine for dinner.

He let her know that he’d like to take her on another date and, luckily for him, she was all for it. Part of him believed that maybe he could date her, that he could move on. But the truth was that she wasn’t you. So far, she was a person he could see himself with, but that wasn’t enough. Their chemistry wasn’t as strong. He could tell just by the way that he was in no hurry to kiss her.

He’d spent the past week on dating apps, hoping that the void he felt in his heart would be filled. He’d swiped through profiles, messaged other women, and he even went on a date tonight. The problem remained and it was that you couldn’t be replaced.

It was a bit dramatic, he supposed, but he felt as though he couldn’t just be friends with you. The two of you had crossed a line and it was too late to turn back now. The damage had already been done, hadn’t it? What if he just pushed forward anyway? No, he thought. He had to respect your boundaries. He couldn’t just tell you no. So he needed to figure out if you were serious about him moving on. But for now, he’d give it some time first. Maybe you’d change your mind and come to him instead.

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