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[jungnoir]

could i request “s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.” with lucas please and thank you!

like the kind of movie we used to hate;

wong yukhei | “he’s [great]. I hope he makes you happy.” ex!au. | 1.7k words. | angst.

a/n: I LOVE g.soul/golden, and he recently released this song which fits this so well. funnily enough, I started writing this before I heard it and I realized how well it worked, so here you go!

Were you satisfied with the martyr Yukhei made of himself for you?

There was a good enough chance the invitation ended up in his mailbox by mistake, or perhaps it was just a ploy to get him to send money in lieu of attending (money which he didn’t really have the heart to be giving out, rough times and all that), but whatever the reason behind the palpable surprise on your face, he was here. Wong Yukhei, the boy you’d fallen in love with before he’d fallen in love with you, not the boy who was still in love with you after you’d fallen out of love with him.

He jokes around with your mutual friends, most of them surprisingly paired up and two-by-two leaving early to be mushy in private, and he grins all toothy when you and your new fiancé stand at the head of the table to thank everyone for coming to the celebration dinner. He swallows down the expensive steak you both were paying for even though he hadn’t had a real appetite since he’d decided he would come, chasing it down with even more expensive red wine. He hoped he was reminding you of the person you almost married.

By the end of the night, he’s completely exhausted himself and knows he needs to go soon, so he announces his departure loudly to the table, earning a chorus of complaints and pleas for him to stay, and then he rounds around to you and your soon-to-be and gives you both quick, friendly hugs. He hugs you first, just to get it out of the way, trying not to nuzzle into your neck like he used to, and then he’s on his way to the men’s room to relieve himself of all that “rich ass grape juice”. That earns another round of laughs fit for a completely inconspicuous exit.

Then he’s leaning over the sink with cold water running off his face in rivets to wake himself up from this ugly dream.

This was so much - way too much - and why was he so stupid as to actually come? Was it his pride, wary of being wounded by the possibility of you taking his absence as submission? Maybe it was his friends who all pressured him to “get the closure he needed”, probably because he might not get an accidental invitation to the wedding. Perhaps it was both, or the unshakeable need to see you in person again.

He saw you online, of course. You both agreed to be friends and so he saw the Insta posts of you and your fiancé cuddling at his place before he muted your account. He also got the obligatory “Happy birthday!” “Merry Christmas!” and “Happy New Year!” texts you copy and pasted to everyone, of which he replied to hours too late under the guise of having been too busy to see when you’d sent it. That was it. He missed being able to look you in the eyes, and yet he barely did any of that tonight.

Someone enters the restroom and he immediately straightens up, grabbing a few paper towels to dab his face dry as he cracks a heartless joke, “Must be more of a lightweight on the good stuff than I thought.” The guy gives him a good-hearted chuckle and goes about his business. Yeah, this isn’t the place to have a fucking breakdown, Yukhei.

Gathering himself together, he tosses his trash and checks himself over once more. The collared shirt he wears feels so stiff on him and he just can’t wait to pull it off on the car ride home, so he pops open a few buttons at the top in hopes it’ll help him breathe a bit better. His eyes are just tinged a little red, but it’ll be fine. He can take the back exit out.

Just as Yukhei is leaving the restroom, he is startled to see someone in his way. He immediately apologizes for the close collision, not thinking anything of it with his gaze set on the exit. 

“Yukhei?” 

Oh god, he hates how quickly he looks back at you.

You’re standing there, hands wringing each other as you smile up at him albeit half-heartedly, “Sorry, you were about to leave. I won’t keep you.”

The stupid part of him that misses hearing your voice is what keeps him standing there, shaking his head and smiling gently at you. He shoves his hands into his pants lackadaisically, shrugging, “I’m not in too much of a hurry. Called an Uber. I’d just be waiting outside in the cold until then.” He’d ordered one twenty minutes before he’d even worked up the courage to say his goodbyes. 

Your eyes widen a little and you nod, “Oh! You know, we were just about to leave. I’m sure we could drop you off at home. There’s no need to waste the money.” 

Riding in the back of your fiancé’s sedan? He’d rather choke. “Nah, it’s ok. I’m… I’m actually headed somewhere else, so I wouldn’t wanna trouble you.”

“A party?” You inquire. You’re still wringing your hands.

“A friend’s place, actually.” He lazily smirks and hopes that you don’t ask who so he won’t have to make the lie any more intricate. 

There’s a slight dimming in your eyes when he says that. It’s so potent, the look on you that says you’re aching to ask, but you think better of it because you clamp your lips together in a tight-lipped smile. Tonight might be too much, but you weren’t looking to make it any more than it already was. “Ah. Got you. I hope you get there safely, then. Make sure you check the license plate before you get in and let m- your friend know who you’re riding with. It’s dangerous.”

How familiar a worry this was for you. He recalled a time when you were telling him to do such a thing with you. Apparently, you did too. 

“’course. I’ll be good. You two get home safely too, okay? Don’t get handsy behind the wheel.” Yukhei hopes that his joke is both the right amount of detached and friendly as he can muster right now. He’s got just enough energy to keep this up for a few more minutes.

You look a little scandalized, but humor him with a laugh, “Yeah, you know how I get on a few drinks.”

Rolling his lips inward to wet them, Yukhei gives you a nod and a hum, turning his body toward the exit. He just hopes that your fiancé won’t come over to collect you, put his hands on your waist, whisper in your ear and bask in the triumphant glow of being the one who you decided to marry. He doesn’t have that much energy.

You must become aware that he’s becoming disinterested in the subject matter, because you quickly start talking again, “Hey, um, I hope tonight was alright… I didn’t want to leave you out of this, you know? You… I love you, you know? I wanted you to be here, and I’d like you to be at the wedding too, but I don’t want… I think I made you uncomfortable.”

Oh, you thought that much? Perhaps you weren’t as heartless as he’d initially thought that day he’d received the invitation. 

Truthfully, there was a lot he could say right now. He was sure most of it you’d hate to hear but would feel so good coming off his chest. He was also sure most of it would get him kicked out for causing a scene, to which… well, as his patience wanes, he isn’t sure he’ll give much of a shit about. Most of it was for his phone, tucked away in notes that no one would ever read and that he’d hopefully be able to delete one day. 

It’s just… this one bit that slips out anyway. “I was surprised… but I’m glad you wanted me here. I… um,” a pained laugh escapes him, “I think you got a good thing going here, sweetness. He’s great. I hope he makes you happy. I promise I’m good. Missed seeing you is all.” His eyes are burning again, fuck. He really needs to get out of here.

“Oh, okay,” you whisper, having the gall to look conflicted over it for a moment, “yeah, I missed seeing you too. Seeing you and our friends tonight again reminded me of old times. I just realized how much I missed that, and how much I want it back. I’d like for us all to do something like this again sometime, maybe without… my fiancé.” Laughing, you shrug your shoulders. At the same time, the same guy from before walks out of the men’s room, nearly bumping into you. Yukhei’s hand leaves his pocket in hopes of pulling you out of the way, perhaps to him, but the man catches himself in time. 

“Oops, sorry.” The guy laughs towards you and then, finally noticing Yukhei there probably looking a right disaster, raises his brows and quickly excuses himself. 

To his great relief, Yukhei’s phone beeps in his pocket and he quickly fishes it out, practically crying at the sight of the arrival notification. He looks up at you and gives you a quick smile, “Yeah! How about you text me about it later? I’d love to catch up more. My ride’s here though, so I gotta go.”

Sighing, you nod, “For sure! See you later, Yukhei! Be safe.”

He mutters something of a response to that as he quickly pushes his way out of the exit, waving over his shoulder and jogging his way to the front where his ride awaits. With everything sorted, he climbs in the back and breathes the biggest sigh of relief of the night when the car pulls off. He’s even more relieved that his driver isn’t talkative, playing a low indie song over the speakers that thankfully drowns out his attempts at concealing his sniffling. If his driver can hear, he doesn’t mention it.

But it’s just the first night. If you weren’t pulling his leg, there’d be plenty more, and with each one, seeing you would get easier. Post-breakup friendships suck, but it’ll come with time. You’ve moved on already, he’ll follow along soon enough. Eventually, he’d stop hating everything. This was just the first night.

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[jungnoir]

3.“Yes, they’re perfect, but…” with eunwoo in the same universe as "how to train your sanha" pls

all this and heaven too;

cha eunwoo | 3. “Yes, they’re perfect, but…” fantasy!au, royalty!au, how to train your sanha!au. | 3.7k words. | wow the angst, romance.

a/n: AHHHH u don’t know how excited I am to do a requested spin off of something else I did ok ok. you can read how to train your sanha for a lil backstory on prince eunwoo if you like :)


Prince Eunwoo was not a stranger to getting what he wanted. As the heir to the Kingdom of Caelum, there was not a thing out of reach for the royal family (it could even be argued that there was nothing out of reach for the common people as well). So, when Prince Eunwoo sprints into his father’s arms after a summer away at his uncle’s estate and tells him all about how Uncle Seunghoon has a pet dragon and all about how they just have to get one now, well... he gets exactly that.

The duties of the young prince had always been fairly obvious: classical training in several musical instruments, etiquette classes out of the wazoo, and socializing with every single person of noble and royal blood from age 8 to age 80. Eunwoo had no problem with the majority, but when it came to spending time with snooty lords and ladies seeking to betroth him to their bratty children, he preferred the company of dragons.

There was something unmatched about turning out of his royal garments and into the commoner clothing he’d acquired from the servants over the years (“Never for the king and queen to know about, understand?”), sneaking out into the night (past several guards. His ability had definitely matured over time), and spilling his thoughts to the creatures that lurked in the dark. Dragons, in the kingdom of Caelum, were a rarity amongst even the wealthiest of nobles. With their stubborn and independent natures, “owning” a dragon wasn’t the right term. No, it was more like Eunwoo was offering them a home to rest in when they so felt like it. In return? They gave him their undying loyalty and affection.

The amount of times servants had found the prince curled up in the tails of the dragons, fast asleep and unaware of the excitement amongst the servant’s quarters as they all bustled to get the young prince back to his room without raising any eyebrows were far too many to count on all the chefs’ fingers combined. As the prince got older and his... habits became accepted by the king and queen, the memories became humorous tales. Tales to keep in the past... once Eunwoo turned 21. 


“I know that this is upsetting, my love,” the queen’s voice had always been this gentle, but right now it feels so forced as he stands in the throne room with teeth gritted, “but it’s time that you start focusing on your princely duties... you are of age for many new things, after all.” 


Many new things, Eunwoo scoffs quietly as he thinks, they could only mean one thing. 


The king nods his head from beside his wife, chin rested on his fist with a neutral expression. His parents, Eunwoo notes, look like they’ve been raring to have this conversation for a long while now, but only now did they have a legitimate excuse to do so that Eunwoo couldn’t deny. He was 21. He was of age to take the throne at any time, had finished his studies with impeccably high marks, and was at the peak age to marry. There was no reason for him not to focus on these things. In fact, he should have been focusing on them years ago, but... he had hoped... a little longer, maybe. 


You let out a soft sigh from your spot near the entrance, a knight to your left and right who don’t dare make eye contact with you or anyone else in the room. You had been dreading this very moment since the minute you’d been handed the formal letter requesting Eunwoo’s daily activities be halted for an important meeting with the monarchs that morning. You had been dreading this moment since you’d become Eunwoo’s personal advisor, being made aware of Eunwoo’s current priorities and how they didn’t exactly sit well with the king and queen now that he was older. Eunwoo wanted to explore, learn of all that the kingdom had to offer, and the king and queen wanted him to marry and take the throne in two years time (less time was actually preferred; two years was the grace of God at this point). Watching this was torture. 


“I know you both well enough to figure there’s already a list of those many new things waiting for me to get started on right away.” Eunwoo tries to keep his sarcasm at its minimum. It doesn’t work.

The king sighs heavily, “Eunwoo, don’t start this. Honestly, you act like this is a shock to you.” 


Eunwoo wants to say that he always knew, that knowing it would happen and actually experiencing it were two very different things, that imagining this day was so much better than actually living through it. Yet, he can’t say a thing. Shouldn’t. Arguing with the inevitable was not an option, that’s not what kings did. 


The queen frowns, “It doesn’t all have to stop. The dragons will always be here, and when you have time, you can travel throughout the kingdom whenever you like. We’re just asking that you start to focus on your future. There are many nobles and royals eager to actually meet you, Eunwoo.” -and introduce you to their darling children to marry them off is what she means to add, but Eunwoo puts that together himself.

“Exactly,” his father chimes in, “they’re not villains. You would love some of these people. After all, they’ve been around us for a long time.” 


“Around us, yeah. But around me? Talked to me besides idle chatter? I don’t know any of them.” Some part of Eunwoo, despite having already given up about 90% internally, still clings to the need to at least make them see that this was the exact opposite of what he wanted to do.

“You had 21 years to get to know them, Eunwoo. Every time they were around, you’d disappear off to those stables and stay as far away from them as possible. Do not blame us or them for what you chose to do.” Unfortunately, the king had a point. Eunwoo was not an innocent player in this game. He had known of his future for a long time, so there was no excuse for distancing himself other than a childish hope that it’d somehow not come true. That hope was being extinguished now under an onslaught of icy cold waves, a wake up call of the least desired degree. 


You clear your throat, trying to be casual and discreet, but you notice the twitch in Eunwoo’s neck when you do. He just catches himself before he can look back at you, a habit he would soon have to grow out of. You had been his guide and sometimes life-jacket in royal matters since you both were children, and it was hard for him not to want to turn to you and hope you could fix this situation with your borderline magical problem-solving abilities. 


“...When do I need to prepare myself?” Eunwoo asks in a compliant tone, though the fire in his eyes doesn’t easily burn out. 


His parents are on edge still, but they look much more relieved by the new direction of the conversation. “You have until tonight, son. We’ll be welcoming a few suitors to court for your birthday celebration, but for now we want you to focus on strengthening relations between our kingdom and the nearby ones first.” The king explains.

Eunwoo decides he can handle that. He’d had intensive training to be able to handle that, after all. Without another word, Eunwoo bends at the waist and tucks a hand behind his back, another curving around his waist. Then he swiftly exits the room with you following quickly behind in swirling anxiety.

“Please say something, your highness,” you start, the smell of the stables for once going ignored by you in favor of deciphering this mess you’ll need to clean up, “anything is fine. Profanity is excused for today, encouraged even.”

You’d much prefer spoiling Eunwoo’s “proper” vocabulary if it meant that he would just say something to you. His silence was far scarier than his vocalization.

Your relationship to Eunwoo was a rather strange one, always bordering on the lines of advisory, friendship, and some other feelings hard to describe. Despite being around the same age, you had been trained since childhood to be several steps ahead of Eunwoo in everything. You were taking advanced royal training while Eunwoo was still learning his ABC’s, able to name every single one of the past kings of Caelum off the top of your head while Eunwoo hadn’t yet learned the first name of his grandfather.

Yet, at the same time, while you were years ahead of the young prince in knowledge and wisdom, you were still a child and you still were childish. The times when you would run off with the prince to the stables to admire the handsome dragons (only to then request leaving as soon as possible as to not end up smelling like dragon dung for the rest of the day) were some of the most fun memories you still kept close to your heart. Back then, Eunwoo had only one dragon, Eliatha, and Eliatha was only big enough at the time to carry both you and Eunwoo a few feet in the air before crashing into a nearby cherry tree and ending the festivities early.

Now, Eliatha’s tired eyes could only stare sadly at the adult prince, wishing to comfort him with a motherly hand rather than just brushing her snout against his leg, but the sentiment was not lost on you or Eunwoo.

Eunwoo continues to run his fingertips down Eliatha’s jade scales with care, a habit he’d found would soothe him whenever he and his father would get into scuffles about his negligence in his royal duties. If ever you were to need to find Eunwoo after a fight between the two of them, you always knew where to go.

“I’m not silent just because I’m angry. I’m watching my words, as all good kings do.” The last bit of his sentence is heavily sarcastic. You can practically feel the prickly words in your chest as you hear them. At least he’s talking to you, though.

You step forward some, stuffing your hands underneath your armpits to keep warm in the chilly air, “Thankfully, the only people good kings don’t need to hold their tongues around are their advisors and their lovers.”

Eunwoo snorts, sparing a glance back at you over his shoulder, “Is that so?”

“Yes! So please,” you check the ground covered in hay and grass for any signs of dragon droppings before taking a cautious seat next to the crouched prince, “spill it. It’ll do you no good to stay quiet.”

The prince looks reluctant even as he makes eye contact with you and holds it; something in those dark eyes says that he currently cannot find the words he wishes to use. Wheels turn in his mind as he assesses the moment before him, a mindful activity to ground him.

Here you are in your royal fatigues, legs tucked underneath you in this place you always either regarded as “smelly” or “nauseating”, just to listen to him... and he can’t feel any worse. 

“I don’t want to complain to you because it isn’t fair,” Eunwoo starts, catching the way your face pinches in puzzlement, “it isn’t fair of me to be upset.”

“I don’t follow...?” You press.

And of course you don’t, Eunwoo thinks; it is no more your fault than it is his own that you don’t know. “This... this isn’t even bad. It’s not what I want but my life could be much, much worse. Who am I to complain that I now get to secure my place as future king of Caelum? Who am I to complain that I’ll have to soon choose a suitor from some of the best of the best the kingdoms have to offer? Who am I, except a spoiled prince who got away with this gig for too long?”

You stare at him, unsure how to approach the conversation. In all your years of knowing the prince, you had never thought... never fathomed that he could feel so against his own emotions. The way he speaks is like he’s berating himself for even bothering to feel bad feelings, as if kings didn’t feel bad things because why would they?

“...Your... position, your highness... it comes with many wonderful things that you should always be grateful for, but it also comes with many burdensome things that you have the right to hate.” Eunwoo looks away from you as you respond, “You may live in a luxurious palace with the privilege of being waited on hand and foot, but you must also sacrifice yourself for the people you love and lead. This is a big thing to ask of any person. There is no easy way to be a good king, and with the good will always come the bad.”

“But look at Minhyuk,” Eunwoo mentions his younger courtier and the image of his kind and gentle disposition comes to mind, “he came from practically nothing and rose to the royal court with the utmost gratitude. He does everything that’s asked of him as a member of the court and never makes a fuss; meanwhile, I can get away with neglecting my birthright because I just “feel” like it. Don’t you think I’m...”

“A brat?”

Eunwoo’s eyes shoot open, then narrow into irritated slits, “...sure.”

You crack a small smile, “Sometimes, but you are one of the most wonderful brats I know.”

“You know more wonderful brats than just me?” Eunwoo’s eyebrow rises in amusement, “That makes me feel special.”

You scoot across the grass until your knees are just touching the prince’s, his face falling still. You extend your hand toward his chin and he almost flinches when your fingers brush the sensitive skin underneath, two of your fingers angling his face high up. His nose points out confidently at this angle, “Shall I say this, then, Eunwoo?” When you drop the “your highness”, you drown him in a sea of sobriety. He nods, entranced by what you’ll say next.

“You and Minhyuk are no different. You and any village boy in this kingdom are no different. You must stop looking at your life from such a negative point of view, always worried about what people will have to say about you, always worried about not looking humble enough or not performing at your most likable. You have been placed in a position from birth that would drive any twenty-one year old mad. You’re doing a great job; don’t belittle yourself so much.” You release his chin and smile when he keeps his head high, just where you left it. “You look so handsome when you have no worries.”

Eunwoo, by instinct, drops his chin toward his chest and flushes. Eliatha huffs a humorous breath at Eunwoo’s back when he does.

As if remembering where he is, Eunwoo looks at Eliatha in surprise before turning back to you, “Would you like to get out of here?”

You practically melt with content, “Yes, please and thank you.”

However, to your confusion and then mild horror, Eunwoo walks over to the set of reins hanging on the far west wall. He pulls down the one sized specifically for Eliatha and then comes back to the sweet dragon who is now bursting with energy at the thought of being ridden for the first time in so long. You immediately freeze when he starts to set up two saddles along Eliatha’s back. “Wait-” “Just a quick lap around the kingdom, ok? Maybe take a detour to that hill we used to go to when we were younger?”

“I didn’t agree to this, Eunwoo!” You push yourself off the ground as Eliatha begins moving out of her stall, stretching her claws mere feet in front of you in preparation for flight.

Eunwoo is already hoisting himself up onto the dragon’s back, grinning at you over her long neck, “Would you rather I go alone and disappear into the forest forever, you being the last witness and therefore responsible for my mysterious vanishing? Eliatha hasn’t been ridden in years, after all... anything could happen.”

“Are you... are you threatening me, your highness?” You stare up at him with arms folded in disbelief. Sure enough, he’s completely serious.

He lightly taps his heels against Eliatha’s sides and she begins to trudge forward, practically nudging you out of the way. In the same step, you feel your arm being tugged upward and suddenly your falling across Eunwoo’s lap, halfway on the dragon and halfway off, the front saddle just waiting for you to slip into. Eunwoo grins down at you with reins in one hand, the other wrapped tightly around your bicep, “Does that seem like the behavior of one of the most wonderful brats you know?”

Your kidnapping ride to the hill was, thankfully, not as dangerous as Eunwoo had tried to make it out to be in the beginning. Eliatha flew just as smoothly as she did always (except for the cherry tree incidents but those were in the past), and you were at the hillside in no time, propped up against the short, soft grass next to Eunwoo. The dragon had taken her perch at the very top of the hill for a well-needed nap which meant that there was no bribing the sleepy dragon to take you home any time soon.

The afternoon was cool, but the sunshine provided a warmth to both your skin that made you feel as cozy as Eliatha probably did. It had been so long since the two of you had escaped out of the kingdom for a heart-to-heart, so it was no surprise that the both of you began spilling your grievances and tales of mirth to each other without much prodding. You knew that moments like these would be few and far between from this point on, so you both knew, deep down, to get the most out of it.

It was also, to Eunwoo’s embarrassment at forgetting, still his birthday.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” He tries to protest, but his eyes are locked on the midnight velvet pouch that you slip out of your pants pocket. He can hear small metal clinking inside as you shake it. His curiosity knows no bounds as he immediately abandons his thing about you not having to get him anything, “What is it?”

You smirk, dropping the pouch into one of his upturned hands. You can see the eagerness in the way he works at the tie to the pouch, looking almost frustrated when it doesn’t untie under his miscalculated pulling. Finally, he does get it open, and into his other palm does he empty the contents of the pouch into.

Two metal bands, fused gold and silver like marble, lay in his grasp. He looks from them to you, suspicious.

“This is something I had Myungjun cook up for me. It was so hard to get him to keep it secret from you,” you grin at the thought of the eccentric court mage, “these... are rings. One for me, one for you. Do you like them?” You take one ring and slip it onto your pinky finger as the metal instantly resizes to fit it comfortably. You wiggle your hand in Eunwoo’s face as he tries to understand what your gift actually is.

“Yes, they’re perfect, but... they look like wedding bands.” Eunwoo murmurs, and you fluster. My god do you need to explain these quick.

“T-They’re not! They’re for your pinky, see? You wear one and I wear the other, and if you’re ever in trouble, just rub the surface and I’ll find you.” You demonstrate by shakily slipping the other ring onto his pinky, and with the aftermath of his wedding bands comment from earlier, this moment feels all too much like a secret wedding in the wild from those ridiculous romance novels you’d find being sold in town.

You then touch the surface of your own ring and rub back and forth. At once, Eunwoo looks like he’s been shocked, though you know the feeling is only a noticeable tingle running from his finger up to his heart. “Oh my god,” he whispers, “this is...”

“I figured that I’d get you something practical. There will be times that we’ll be stuck in meetings you want to get out of or conversations with stuffy lords and ladies that you’ll want to run away from, so whenever that feeling arises, just rub the ring and I’ll come swoop in to save the day.” You explain, watching the childlike wonder on his face grow. “And... if you’re ever in a situation with a suitor who just won’t get the hint, I can always make up some serious princely matter for you to attend to right at that moment: an absolutely unavoidable matter that includes stolen sweets from the kitchen on our way to anywhere else.”

“So you’re always there when I need you.” Eunwoo whispers, still staring at the ring in awe.

You swallow, the action feeling somewhat tough to do in his presence all of a sudden. Right when you’re about to add on how Myungjun had begged to add a snooping feature too (including a voice recorder that would give you the chance to listen in on any of Eunwoo’s private conversations. When you asked why you would possibly ever need that, Myungjun had flushed a thousand shades of pink and answered “no reason!”), Eunwoo looks up at you.

Expression full of gratitude. Expression full of... something else.

“And I’m always right where you need me.” He continues, holding the hand with the ring on it close to his chest.

Even when you’ll no longer need me like you used to, you think.

Even when I’m standing in a room full of people who want me for their own, yet all I can think of is being yours, he thinks.

You both don’t say anything else, though; you press your backs against the earth once more, fiddling with the rings on your pinkies, vibrations running up your sides to remind you that you both are never quite out of reach physically... but maybe in another sense.

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[jungnoir]

Can I please request this prompt “Hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?” additionally, “You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.” with Seokmin because he just loves dogs!!! So Much!!!

the barkchelor;

lee seokmin | “Hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?” additionally, “You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.” | 1.8k words. | fluff, humor.

a/n: to celebrate the oh my! comeback, here’s a lil something sweet I’ve been saving! and yeah. I stole the title from a try guys video.

You didn’t consider yourself particularly “bad at dating” (could you do so without being biased? …well…). However, it became pretty clear when all the possible suitors at your job were a bust and finding someone on the weekends ended with a very superficial goal in mind that love was just…. incredibly evasive. And only for you, it seemed.

You were at a place in your life where you felt stable in everything; in fact, the only thing you could think of that was missing in your life was someone special. You liked being single because it was freeing, but you couldn’t help but long for someone’s hand in yours when you’d take a stroll on the town, couldn’t help but imagine someone’s arms wrapping around your waist while you prepared a semi-edible dinner, couldn’t help but lay awake in bed sometimes and think about how much you’d love to have someone curled up against your back fast asleep.

So, after a few drinks and a marathon of rom-coms to leave you more than a little romance-horny, you turned to a dating app.

You weren’t going to lie, the first week on there was hell.

Every single person you wanted to match with either didn’t match with you or turned out to be extremely gross when it came down to the actual “getting to know each other” part. You would dedicate at least a small part of your day to looking through profiles like your friends had recommended, but if anything, your success in finding someone even slightly your type went further down.

But, like all things, the best part can come when you least expect it. For you, it was right before you were going to delete your profile.

Most of the people you saw on here were usually mean-mugging the camera or posing far too stiffly to be realistic, so when you were met with a photo of a chocolate poodle staring right at you, big dark eyes practically begging for you to swipe right, you were puzzled. It was currently midnight, you were struggling to keep your eyes open, and you may have possibly found the best suitor on this entire app… and he wasn’t even human. Underneath the poodle’s picture was the name “Seokmin” followed by his age, “21″.

It was only when you started to click through the other pictures provided that you realized that the poodle was not Seokmin (as a much more sober and well-rested mind would have told you). “Seokmin” turned out to be a guy with a smile that lit up your phone screen and stilled you in your tracks. Dark colored hair laid neatly on top of his head, parted to the side to nicely frame his face. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a large dog laid across his lap looking like it was having the time of its life, and if you could tell anything by the faint pink lines running down the insides of his arm, that big dog must’ve been a handful. The same poodle that had caught your eye in the beginning was seated next to him in the photo, licking at one of the scratches that it might’ve had some help in causing.

Out of the six pictures he provided, only one of them was without any four-legged companions swarming him, and most of the ones that did have pups in them featured the same chocolate poodle somewhere in the background.

Eyes drifting down to his bio, you were dumbstruck again. He didn’t mention any hobbies, didn’t include a witty joke like most guys on the site, or list any of the things he was looking for in a partner except one.

Dog or cat person? Choose wisely.

You blink at the short and incredibly cryptic bio, your forehead wrinkling while your brain brims with confusion… and curiosity.

Hell. What could you lose?

Swiping right, you blink when you realize that the two of you have matched. You see the option to contact him. You know in your mind (somewhere) that you should save doing such a thing for later, but… it was midnight and you didn’t have anywhere near the patience to wait that long.

By the time you’re actually in his messages, your mind is on auto-pilot. You have a plan to send him something quickly and head to bed, probably to wake much later and delete the app when you find that even this cute but slightly strange guy is somehow, someway, a weirdo. You had long since abandoned your bad pick-up lines and jokes, the excitement and hope to find someone having died down exponentially by the time seven days had gone by. Besides, the guy had given you something to start with.

You sent:

hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?

You stare at your message with the very last bit of energy you have, checking for any spelling or grammatical errors, but there is nothing to really worry about. That, or maybe you’re too tired to be able to tell. Whatever it might be, you can set your phone down and let yourself succumb to the warm caresses of sleep with ease.

Until you wake two and a half hours later, your phone vibrating against the back of your skull mercilessly.

You blearily look around the darkness of your room, thankful that it’s at least a Saturday and that you don’t have work in three and a half hours, because otherwise you might have pelted your phone across the room in annoyance.

Carefully fishing the offending device from behind your head, you hold the brightly shining phone away from your face a few inches as to not blind yourself. You realize that you hadn’t hooked it up to the charger, a habit of yours that came only when sleep captured you before you could think to do so. You try to think of the last thing you’d done to be awoken like this. That is, until you see three new messages on your screen from the dating app you were supposed to delete earlier.

Seokmin sent:

That is correct! Sorry for the late reply, I just got home from my friend’s place.

You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.

:)

Were you… was he serious right now?

You push yourself up from the sheets of your bed, flipping on your lamplight to stare at the texts more closely. Sure enough, he definitely really sent you those.

A small, disbelieving laugh leaves your mouth as you think of what to say. There isn’t much to him in your mind yet. He’s a cute guy, he apparently thinks you’re cute, he seems to know a lot of dogs, and… well, that’s it. If he wasn’t so handsome and you hated dogs, you would have definitely swiped left, no questions asked.

Also, what was up with “wrong answer”?

You sent:

there’s a wrong answer? sounds pretty biased

also, it’s pretty clear which answer is correct given your affinity for the canine population

Seokmin sent:

Welllll, the question is are ~you~ a dog or cat person, not me.

Don’t mind my preference :)

You couldn’t quite fathom why you bothering to have this conversation, especially seeing as it was 2:36 a.m. for the both of you and you were as in your right mind as a rubber duck right now… that didn’t even make sense, you were so not in your right mind right now. But hey, did that stop you?

You sent:

alright, I’ll play

dog person. and this is a completely honest answer, by the way

Seokmin sent:

Could I humbly request a photo of a dog you’ve met? It would be even better if you were in the photo

You sent:

you do realize how weird you sound, right

Seokmin sent:

Hey, you’re a stranger. How do I know you’re not just lying about being a dog person to get me to like you?

You sent:

weren’t you the one who liked my profile first?

Seokmin sent:

…you have a point

So no pup photo then?

You sent:

(image.jpg)

the pup in my lap is named skittles and he’s my friend’s dog who i’ve been strategically trying to kidnap for three months

Seokmin sent:

Adorable

You sent:

ikr? he’s the sweetest

Seokmin sent:

😅 Actually, I was talking about you

but

Skittles is a runner-up for sure

You heart lightly skips in your chest at his response, your lip immediately being sucked between your teeth to nibble. Before you can think up a smart reply which might have taken you all night to formulate, Seokmin is sending something else.

Seokmin sent:

(image.jpg)

I saved this photo of me and Coco for anyone who struck my interest enough, so here you go. Consider it a thank you for your pic :)

You stare at the photo, unable to even admire the adorable poodle in his arms when he is right there. You weren’t one to be quickly drawn in by someone’s looks, but this Seokmin guy… he was an exception. Right off the bat, you’d already thought him attractive, but after having talked to him, that thought was hammered ever deeper into your sleep-deprived mind.

You sent:

Pretty handsome

Seokmin sent:

Coco?

Oh

Wait

I see what you did there 😅

You sent:

:)

i think your smiley faces are rubbing off on me

Seokmin sent:

People say my smile in real life is contagious too

You sent:

we should test that theory one day

but first

i’d like to know more about you, mr. dog person

Seokmin sent:

Shouldn’t you be sleeping? I don’t want to keep you up…

No, perhaps a little while ago you might’ve agreed with him. You would have wished him goodnight because realistically, he’d be there in the morning when you woke up. But, maybe you were possessed, because you never felt more awake than right now.

You sent:

i’m not tired. are you?

Unlike before, Seokmin takes a while to reply. You know that you shouldn’t be upset if he’s honest and tells you he’s pooped and he’ll talk to you later, but the thought that he might makes your mood slightly deflate. You hadn’t had such a nice conversation with a guy like this in a long time, an embarrassingly long time actually. As impatient as it sounded, you weren’t very excited to let this spark of curiosity die as soon as it was ignited.

You begin to twiddle your thumbs as one minute turned into two, two turned into three, and then it happened.

Your phone vibrates in your lap.

Seokmin sent:

I couldn’t be more awake.

And hi, I’m Seokmin. It’s nice to meet you formally :)

You sent:

hi, Seokmin. I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you too :) so, besides dogs, what else are you into?

So yeah, you didn’t consider yourself particularly “bad at dating”. You considered yourself “waiting for a Seokmin to come along”, and boy was it worth it.

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[jungnoir]

NCT Lucas bullet point headcannon as a bad boy or bodyguard you can pick

a/n: alright here we go with this loser

bad boy!yukhei,,, thinks he’s hot shit

he is Not

definitely can walk the walk of a bad boy being what,,, six foot,,, a Beanpole,,, also those strong ass eyebrows are kinda intimidating all on their own

and while yeah, he totally pulls off the all black look and has probably mentioned his pocket knife like five times in conversation with another guy who also thinks he’s hot shit, yukhei has never been one to really do anything serious

he has a loud and authoritative voice that, when paired with his towering height and death glare, makes any fool run for the hills

but it’s like,, it’s always the people who he doesn’t know that think he’s some ruffian

meanwhile, his closest friends could flick him in the forehead and yukehi would probably crumble into a heap on the floor

jungwoo is his best friend, and when ppl see the two of them hanging out, they’re always super confused bc??? sweet and soft-tempered jungwoo?? whose laugh is equivalent to a thousand fairies singing lullabies and who is head of his school’s gardening club?? friends with big bad boy wong yukhei? it’s more likely than you think

whenever ppl ask jungwoo what yukhei is really like yukhei is always like “hey,,, dude,,, pls tell them i can bench press 350,,,” and jungwoo is like “man i saw you almost collapse under the weight of my fat cat the other day, be realistic”

so instead of lying to save yukhei’s pride, jungwoo just tells them that they should get to know yukhei for themselves and find out on their own

and, well, that’s all fine and dandy but getting to know yukhei is harder than just saying hello and starting a conversation like you would other ppl

after all, he has a reputation to uphold

and that sometimes means that he keeps the cold, indifferent attitude turned up all the way at all times

but this isn’t helpful when you’re tasked with inviting people to join your friend jisung’s new gaming club because the only people that had joined so far were you, chenle, jeno, and mark out of pity

so jisung is like hey!!! can you look around for some people to invite to my club? and you end up coming across jungwoo because you know he’s relatively friendly and who knows, maybe he likes games too

but when you ask him he’s like oh! i know someone who likes games

and you get really excited bc a lot of the ppl you’ve asked so far don’t really care about gaming, so if you could find at least one person who was willing to check out the club, jisung wouldn’t totally roast you for your recruiting skills

but then jungwoo is like “yukehi is a big fan of video games, you should ask him” and your mood just drops

but jungwoo, used to the reactions people get when he talks about yukhei, is already prepared for the look on your face and quickly begins to reassure you

“i know he looks like this big scary dude, but i swear he’s just fronting. the dude wouldn’t hurt a fly, and definitely not you. just ask and if he says no, you can at least say you had the guts to go near him, alright?”

you tell him you will, if only to not diminish the hope in his eyes, and then slink off, totally set on just going back to jisung empty-handed rather than facing the possibility of yukehi biting your head off for bothering him

only,, to bump into yukhei,, on your way back to the classroom

yukhei was staring at his phone when he turned the corner and bumped you, making the item fly out of his hand and onto the floor between the both of you

immediately, you apologize and proceed to drop down to grab his phone but he does too

and your heads unceremoniously knock into the other’s with such force that you fall out on the floor due to the momentum of the hit

you immediately cry out in pain and then you suddenly feel arms curling underneath you…. hoisting you into a lap

there’s a soft voice in your ear and you raise a hand to your forehead to stop the sudden swimming feeling you feel, your vision a little blurry as you try to blink away the pain. you can’t discern what’s being said, just that someone sounds very panicked and worried

finally, you feel a little more together and your vision focuses

and there is yukhei, arms under you and tucking you into his chest as he looks over you in worry, his words a little clearer as he says “please tell me i didn’t kill you”

you hum and frown, squinting at him as the fluorescent lights above the both of you sting your eyes

“i’m not…… dead…. u just hit me really hard… your skull is extremely tough…..” you grumble, and you really must not be in your right mind if you’re talking to wong yukhei like this, someone you would avoid eye contact with if you ever passed him in the halls

despite your preconceived notions about him however, he just breaks into a really boisterous laugh that catches you off guard

he laughs so hard that he has to cover his mouth to muffle the sound, removing one of the arms he has holding you to him from underneath you to do so

“you sound an awful lot like my best friend” he says, still snickering

when you feel like you’ve regained yourself once more, you suddenly feel embarrassed for laying in his lap, staring up at him as he checks you over and makes sure you won’t suddenly pass out on him “you really are good, right? you won’t faint on your way home and then sue me later, will you?”

you furrow your brows, “n-no, I really am okay… actually, I was meaning to talk to you”

he blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, “what about?”

patting around your pocket on your pants, you reach a hand down into your pocket and pull out the small flyer that jisung had created for his club, holding it out to him

yukhei takes it and looks it over before his eyes widen, “you’re in a gaming club??”

and you just nod slowly, waiting in worry for what he might say next

“i didn’t know the school had one! i have to join, i’m so sick of playing against jungwoo. he really sucks at multiplayer games ya know…… hey are you headed there?” he’s spouting off his words in excitement, and while you have a little trouble keeping up with him, you definitely catch the last part

you affirm that you’ll show him where it is and begin to slide out of his lap, ready to get up and lead him to the room when yukhei suddenly moves in front of you and crouches

you stare at his leather jacket clad back and lose a little of your breath when he cranes his neck over his shoulder and beams at you with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, something you never would have thought wong yukhei of all ppl would ever be capable of showing, “aren’t you gonna climb on? you’re in no condition to walk like that”

and you’re just like,,, i didn’t break my legs yukhei i can walk

but also,,, how many ppl can say they got a piggy back ride from the wong yukhei in their lifetime

plus the fool won’t get tf up off the floor

so you relent and climb on, all the while v much flustered

he takes a hold of your thighs with an iron grip and honestly, you might’ve believed jungwoo if he told you yukhei could bench press 350

and so you end up walking into jisung’s club with yukhei piggy-backing you, eyes all wide and excited as he walks up to the much younger boy and is like “hey!! i ran - literally - into your friend here and they told me about this club, can i join???”

jisung doesn’t quite know what to process first: yukhei wanting to join his gaming club, the big bad boy at school who looked like he stole children’s candy for fun, or the fact that you were riding on his back like it was another day in the life for you

you just make an “i don’t know either” face over yukhei’s shoulder at jisung and the younger boy gets up and starts to smile nervously, welcoming yukhei to the club

and so, weirdly, from that day on, yukhei is just part of jisung’s gaming club

it becomes part of your daily routine to see him hanging around jisung, discussing some game from the 90′s and bantering like “it’s a classic!” “you weren’t even born when that game came out, jisung” “neither were you!” or seeing yukhei with his legs kicked up on a chair in the club meeting room as he tries to throw popcorn into his own mouth (because once donghyuck joined the club, they were constantly trying to one up the other in everything)

and ppl really start to notice

suddenly you start seeing people talk to yukhei more and vice versa

slowly, yukhei begins to let down that weird bad boy aura and just starts being friendly

starting with you

at first, the tall boy teasing you and running up to you in the hallways would always shock you, but after you had gotten used to his presence, it was like he was just another one of the boys

and yukhei would always make fun of you and the day you first officially met, always saying that you’d really “fallen” for him

followed by a chorus of disbelieving and disgusted groans amongst the group of all your friends

even some of your friends who had no want to join jisung’s club would sometimes just come by to hang out with yukhei

it peeved jisung at first, but even he found that he enjoyed talking to yukhei and the rest of you more than sitting around trying to defeat chenle in mortal kombat

you guys had gotten so close that you all had even welcomed yukhei into your group chat

you would often wake in the day to yukhei flooding the gc with memes and other silly musings throughout the day that had all of you always somewhere between blocking him and physically fighting him next time you saw him

you had never known yukhei would be so open and lively, and now that you did it was like you couldn’t see him any other way

jungwoo really wasn’t kidding!!

and it’s one night that you all stayed a little longer than you usually did after classes, and you know you’ve got to walk yourself home in the dark and you’re really not looking forward to it

usually, you’d ask one of the boys to take you home but they’re all busy and have to bail but they tell you to text the group chat when you’ve made it home safely

but that,,, that really doesn’t sit right with yukhei

and since he has nowhere to be, he just grabs your backpack for you and slings it over his shoulder and says that you guys should walk home together

at first, you’re really surprised and kind of don’t know what to say but he just quickly assures you that it’s no biggie and that he’d been meaning to get a little more fresh air in lately. an extra long walk home would be fine for him

so you let him walk you

it’s kind of chilly out so you naturally gravitate closer to yukhei, hoping he wouldn’t think it was too weird

and about five minutes into your walk home yukhei just laughs and wraps an arm around you, tucking you into the warmth of the fur lining inside his leather jacket

you’re surprised by the sudden touch but he doesn’t seem nearly as blushy as you

“you were practically curling into my side. i thought i’d save you the effort” he says

you don’t notice because you’re still so surprised, but even yukhei has turned a pretty shade of pink while you fumbled over your feet as you tried to walk in the new position

the walk home is relatively silent, him not saying much despite your expectation he would

after all, he was always a chatterbox around the boys

but it’s not like you’re uncomfortable with the silence and it’s not like you don’t enjoy it

and so you embrace the silence and let him hold you close while he lets you lead him toward your place

by the time you arrive, your mother is waiting for you and is surprised at your strange partner walking you so you quickly begin to introduce yukhei but he beats you right to it, dropping his arm from your shoulders as he does so

“hello mrs. (l/n), i’m wong yukhei. i go to (y/n)’s school and i’m a friend of theirs. we and a few of our other friends stayed at school a little later than usual so i thought i should walk them home. it’s nice to meet you” yukhei steps up and holds out his hand for a handshake, that of which she takes with a small smile forming on her mouth as she greets him back

“thank you, yukhei. i would have been upset if i found them coming home all alone. in fact, i was just about to come pick them up myself”

yukhei grins, “you won’t have to worry. i’ll be happy to walk them home whenever… that’s… if they allow me…?” yukhei suddenly turns to you, and he’s such an unbelievable sight compared to the yukhei you usually saw

i mean, how many layers did this guy have??

he stands tall and straight, hands folded in front of him and smiling politely at you under his ash blond fringe, batting his eyelashes at you as he awaits your response

unable to think of anything else to say, you just quietly nod at him

he grins wider and then looks back at your mother, “and is it okay with you, ma’am?”

and OFC your mom is like yes!! please handsome young man!!! go right ahead!!!!

“great! i should be heading home now, but it was nice meeting you,” yukhei bows his head at her and then walks back up to you, grinning wickedly as he stands so that your mother can’t see you or his face, “same time and place tomorrow night, then?”

“w-what?” you splutter, not at all affected by his proximity

that was sarcasm

you were definitely malfunctioning with how close he was to you lol

he tilts his head and nudges your shoulder, “when i walk you home tomorrow! it can be our thing”

you blink up at him “but.. isn’t that usually a couple thing?”

he leans imperceptibly close, so much so that while your mother probably can’t sense it, you absolutely can, “it can be if you want it to be… but i’ll let you sleep on it. night, (y/n)”

and then he walks off, inhaling your exhale and your peace of mind in the palm of his hands

and starting that night, the “bad boy” who you’d grown to see change over time had pulled another surprise out of the hat for you

your mother laughs as you rush upstairs and gather your bearings with a quick scream into your pillow and a stupid grin plastered on your face, right before sending a quick message to yukhei and tossing your phone across the room in case you tried to take what you said back in nervousness

yukhei feels a vibration in his pocket as he begins his trek home, ears red as he attempts to catch his own breath because where did he even get the balls to do something like that? was he out of his mind???

he pulls his phone out of his pocket, hands shaking slightly as he fumbles to read the notification on his screen

💕(y/n) 💕: i think i’d like it to be a couple thing

if you thought he had stolen your breath, you should’ve seen him

#lucas scenarios #lucas imagines #lucas au #bad boy!lucas #yukhei scenarios #yukhei imagines #yukhei au #bad boy!yukhei #lucas #wong yukhei #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #bad boy!nct #nct #majwrites #sbmusings

[jungnoir]

Hey i wanted to request Jeno + "friends can kiss each other from time to time" :) i dont really care if its a drabble or headcanons or what ever.

for real love;

lee jeno | “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time right?” robot!au. | 3.1k words. | angst, romance (or is it?).

a/n: I got this prompt quite a few times, so I’m attempting to keep each one as unique as possible 😅. mood music.

Your creation was going to save mankind. JN 0423 was flawless, a marvel to humans in the day and age where all the dreams of the past were finally coming true. Flying cars, technology breathing in the very ground you walked on, and robots who passed as humans. In a dog-eat-dog world where humans were dropping like flies, artificial intelligence could do the jobs humans could not. Artificial intelligence could become the newest necessity, and yours was the very first of its kind.

His name was JN 0423, but you called him Jeno.

You weren’t the only one who had a hand in creating Jeno, but you were definitely the one calling the shots. Straight out of high school, your impeccable mind had gotten you into the best school in the country and on the path to your life goal, one you had claimed ever since you were in elementary school: you were going to create one of the very first fully functioning artificial intelligence robots in the world. Your robot would be able to function completely on its own, from forming a personality to becoming incredibly self-aware. The biggest part you’d play in taking care of Jeno would be fixing up his parts every now and then, and even then, he could probably do it faster (and better, though you would never admit it for your pride) than you.

Sure enough, before you had even hit 20, you had done it. You had created him.

His design was incredibly ambiguous at first; You had no plans to gender him, simply hoping that he would figure out what he wanted to be on his own. At one point, he was literally just a face of metal, no artificial skin or hair or eyes or anything. He was as robotic as could be.

Over time however, he had formed preferences, ideas, and dreams. He had decided he would use masculine pronouns, had decided he would have jet black hair that he wanted cut relatively short, and had decided that he would stand at 179 cm. You made the physical adjustments and accommodations as they came to him, always prepared to do as he wished for his physical form just to see how far his preferences would go. It was a marvel that he had both negative and positive feelings toward things that you didn’t even have to input into his brain. He came up with opinions all on his own, all through his own knowledge of the world. By the time he was a month old, Jeno now had his own artificial skin, hair, eyes, and rounded out voice. He was as human as any human you would see on the street.

“Jeno,” you call from your desk, dragging a cup of coffee to your lips in the process, “how are preparations for the rest of D.R.E.A.M.?”

Jeno perks up from his spot near the window, turning to examine you before looking at the wall behind you. There are six other robots who looked just like him in the beginning stages of his creation. Each had been created, but none of them had downloaded their A.I. yet, which meant they were as good as mannequins at this point. Jeno accessed the files he had and repeated back the results to you, “A.I. JS 0205 is advancing faster than the others. I think it’s time we give it its body now.”

You hum, looking over the paperwork you’d been diligently working on for the past few hours. The rest of your team had headed home at the first sign of sleepiness, leaving you behind to take care of the lab in their stead. You hadn’t minded much because even if there was work to do, there was also Jeno, and he was the best company you could ask for.

Having been the first person Jeno had seen when he first achieved consciousness, he was terribly attached to you. He often took your word over any of the other members of NEO and it usually drove them quite mad, but you were always endeared by his preference of you. You had assumed that maybe he had known you were the one who worked on him the most during his creation, and therefore had taken a liking to you on the basis of that. After all, most of his parts were created by you. Every screw, wire, and bolt was placed there by your hands.

Often times, you would forget that Jeno was just a robot. He had feelings that resembled your own, and it wasn’t unusual for them to have his “moods” (or as Taeyong liked to call it: puberty) and get fussy or upset for seemingly no reason at times. If anything, it just made him all the more realistic. It was something you were still on the fence about; After all, his realism could make him vulnerable to being hurt in the end.

While the others would get fed up with his realism, you had always encouraged it. The others had told you it might be your downfall one day, whatever that meant.

“What do you think we should name JS, Jeno?” You ask, grabbing one of your snacks from the desk and shooting him a curious look. You grin when his eyes practically light up with ideas.

“I was thinking about naming it Jisung! What do you think?” “I like that name, Jeno. I wonder what it’ll be like.” “I have a feeling it’ll cause a bit of trouble,” Jeno chuckles, “if its A.I.’s antics are anything to go by.”

The reminder makes you groan; nearly the minute you’d finished setting up JS’s A.I., it had somehow hacked your entire system and made every other file you clicked on a rick roll. You had been so close to setting the entire lab on fire if it hadn’t been for Jeno’s ability to shut down the A.I.’s access before it could get any farther. “Why can’t they all just be as mannerly as you, Jeno?”

The robot hums, looking away thoughtfully, “Isn’t our freedom of choice what makes us so likeable? No matter how troublesome they might be… I think it’ll be cool that they will all be their own unique creation.”

He had a point, as infuriating as that was to think about in connection with the rick roll incident. You had to remember not to let Yukhei, Johnny, and Yuta work on any of the other A.I.’s by themselves again. Seriously.

You stare at Jeno for a while, simply out of appreciation and wonder. Over your years working at SM, you had never known you would grow quite as attached as you had to your robot. The task your team was given was to create something that the world could use and change the game. You knew what you and your team were creating was going to be extraordinary, but you had never fathomed it growing this successful. Jeno was the first of his kind, yes, and soon he would contribute to more just like him. One day, the robots walking the earth will all be there thanks to Jeno.

It felt strange to look at this boy- robot, who looked so much like someone you would catch reading on the subway or who would you sit next to in class and think that they could do all of that. That they would change the world.

Suddenly, you remember something.

“Jeno! You didn’t remind me to do your maintenance check!” You spring from your desk chair, forcing it to slide several feet back in response. You swear you see him shrink, the skin of his face tinting pink as his processors overheated under pressure.

“I-I was going to do it myself-!” He stands from his spot as you bound over with narrowed eyes. You had always been the one to make sure he was constantly functioning well, a task you took up every other week or so as he could usually give updates about his well being on his own. However, after you had started teaching him how to handle minor fixes of his body by himself, he had started to think he could do it all.

You felt like a scolding mother as you poked his chest, watching Jeno plop back down onto the window seat he had been sitting on before. Sighing in defeat, he begins to pull his hoodie off, revealing the skin of his chest to you. You place your hand in the center and watch as it begins to open, revealing the machinery underneath, “I show you how to climb a hill one day and you want to hike Mt. Everest the next.” Your tutting makes Jeno lower his head some in apology, but you feel you can tease him a little more before you should really lay off.

You prepare to make another joke, this one about bicycles and Ferraris, when Jeno suddenly speaks over you, “I’m sorry, you looked really tired.”

You blink, “…what?”

He raises his head as you tear your eyes away from the inner workings of his body and focus instead on his coffee-tinted eyes. They shoot around your face, never settling on one thing for too long, “I know how hard SM is pushing NEO to finish the D.R.E.A.M. project, but you haven’t slept a good night’s sleep in days. And… please don’t lie and say I’m miscalculating. I’ve analyzed your face enough to know when you’ve pulled another all-nighter. This is your second one.”

“J-Jeno,” you stutter, dropping your hands from his chest. It closes up when your touch and attention have left it, “don’t… you don’t need to worry about that. I’m fine, okay? I’m just trying to get you guys ready in time-” “So that the company won’t drop the project altogether? I’m not stupid, (Y/N),” Jeno frowns, “I’m your friend, remember? Friends don’t lie to each other.”

You open your mouth to protest but find it difficult to start a convincing argument. You had always told him that he was like your friend, that if he had concerns or fears or anxieties, he should bring it up to you. What you had forgotten to remember was that in friendships, it went both ways. How could you ask him to be honest with you if you weren’t willing to do the same?

The shame takes over your face just as your eyes well up with frustrated tears, “I’m… I’m sorry, Jeno. You’re right. I’m sorry. I should have been honest with you about that. I’m really sorry.”

His hand reaches for yours and it feels warm; one of his capabilities was to heat up and cool down as needed, and if that meant signifying the feeling of a comforting hand of a friend, then he could do that. He’d done it several times before, yet each time it always shocked you a bit.

You startle for a moment before reciprocating his touch, feeling the tears that wanted to leave your eyes drying up. You wouldn’t cry now, not in front of Jeno. You didn’t want him to input that in his memory.

“It’s okay,” Jeno smiles, “I’ll let you check me and then you have to promise to rest. Deal?”

“Let?” You laugh softly, tilting your head to the side, “Since when were you capable of allowing or not allowing me to do things, mister?”

He doesn’t reply, just continues smiling and opens his chest again to you. You take this as your cue to start working, hands poking inside to see what was working well and what might need to be looked after. You could recall a time when Jeno was shy letting you do this despite the fact that you had put him together and there was nothing to be shameful about. Now, he trusted you wholeheartedly, enough that he would tear out his wires if you asked him to (not that you ever would, but you got the gist).

The whole time you work on Jeno, tightening things here and rearranging things there, he watches you. You had grown used to his innocent, unwavering gaze on you over the time that you had started caring for him. Often, he would simply observe people. It was one of his hobbies to sit by the window and watch the people down below or watch you and the rest of NEO work on D.R.E.A.M. throughout the day. Taeil had informed a spooked Doyoung once that it was just his A.I. trying to collect as much information as possible. This meant he processed expressions, connected emotions and words, and observed movements. All of this information was constantly filtering into his storage until the moment that he would need to apply it.

That’s how he knew that you hadn’t gotten enough sleep. He observed you so much when you were around that the signs were there. Lots of coffee, slower cognition, droopy eyes, sluggish movements. He knew you best.

When you feel you’ve finished, you move away from his chest and look him over from the bottom up, ending with his face. He still has that tiny, content smile on his face and when he does that, his eyes turn into smiles of their own. Out of habit, you reach your hand forward and scratch at his scalp, the soft hair there feeling gentle against your fingertips. “There. All good.” You say softly, the promise you’d made Jeno only minutes ago causing you to feel a bit sleepy. You would have to drive home like this? Ugh.

You reach your hands up to your eyes and rub when suddenly, Jeno is pulling you forward and into his lap. You gasp in surprise and just barely grab at his shoulders to steady yourself before he’s speaking, “(Y/N), I have a question.”

You blink, surprised, and nod for him to continue.

“I was watching TV with Yuta the other day,” he starts, your mind instantly swimming with what filth Yuta might have implanted in his mind, “on the show we watched, there were two characters who were friends. I thought they were very friendly at first, but then… something happened between them and they… kissed. I asked Yuta about it, because I was confused. He said that sometimes that’s okay between friends, so long as they’re both okay with it. I thought it was interesting.”

You mentally note that you’ll have to seriously enforce some rules over what Jeno can and cannot watch from now on. “Oh, yeah… um, sometimes that can happen. Friends will… they’ll feel something toward each other, something that friends usually don’t feel. And that causes them to be intimate- ah, that’s not the right word…” “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time right?”

You don’t know how else to explain it to him as the matter is already a bit of a mind-boggle to you. So, you nod.

“Can I kiss you? Since we’re friends?” Jeno sounds a little eager, arms tightening around your waist in anticipation.

“Jeno,” you start, thinking long and hard about what to ask him exactly, “do you feel… something toward me right now that you usually wouldn’t?” Your mouth dries when he nods as if you’re asking him if the sky is blue.

You feel incredibly conflicted. You made him, crafted him with your own hands and tools. You put hours and hours of information and intelligence into him and when it came down to it, he probably wouldn’t be here without you and NEO. And here he was, with all the independence of a truly artificially intelligent being… asking if he can kiss you.

You don’t know what to feel, but you lean forward just a little, his eyes growing in excitement, “Just one kiss, Jeno… then delete it from your memory, okay?”

After all, he couldn’t refuse a command like that.

From that day forward, you work as usual with the rest of the team as D.R.E.A.M. starts to come to fruition. Jeno doesn’t act any different around you than usual, acting as responsive and cheerful as ever. The kiss you two had shared that night almost felt like a hazy dream, something your sleep-deprived mind had come up with in the midst of working on Jeno’s hardware. Regardless, you were the only one that would remember in the first place. As far as Jeno was concerned, his memory had a blip between your acceptance of a kiss and you heading home for the night.

“Jeno! Maintenance time.” You call to the robot. It had been a while since you had checked his software, and you had to make sure there were no bugs you didn’t know about before carrying on with the rest of your tasks for the day.

The robot shuffles over, settling into a stray desk chair and rolling over to sit next to you. He holds out his hand and you screw off his pointer finger where a USB port waits to be plugged into. Attaching one end of your USB cord to him and the other to your laptop, you begin to skim over the highly organized files, “You’ve got quite the information storage here, Jeno. You’re learning more and more everyday.” you turn your head and smile at him, the robot smiling back just as bright.

You focus your attention back on the files, the sounds of the others tinkering in the background working as the background music. You find that everything seems to be in its place and begin to let Jeno go back to his people-watching when you notice a recorded memory that looked extremely unfamiliar. You check the date under the thumbnail. Your heart stops.

You can’t quite believe it when you double click on the video, being greeted with the footage of your own face inches away from the cameras in Jeno’s eyes. Your volume is thankfully low enough and the boys are loud enough to drown out the sound to their own ears, but the words you speak next are absolutely ones that Jeno wasn’t supposed to remember.

“Just one kiss, Jeno… then delete it from your memory, okay?”

You shut the laptop immediately, swinging in your chair to face Jeno. His face says nothing, remaining wholly expressionless. He wasn’t supposed to remember. He was supposed to delete that from his memory.

After all, he couldn’t refuse a command like that.

Could he…?

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[jungnoir]

Ey ey ey I know you are closing requests soon but please make a part two other jeno scenario where it is okay for friends to kiss. I JUET WANNA DIE IN PEACE KNWOING THAT THE STORY ENDED JUST THE WAY I WANTED IT TO. UHUHUHU LIVE YOU SO MUCH

two of a kind;

lee jeno | stubbornness was one of his best traits. robot!au. | 4.8k words. | angst, romance. continuation of for real love.

a/n: honestly, i was so excited and overwhelmed (with love!) by all the requests for part two. i hope this is a satisfying ending

It has been a month since you’d been alone with Jeno.

You honestly tried to play off your reasons for heading home before the rest of the boys as just your way of catching up on more sleep, what with the unveiling of D.R.E.A.M. coming up in only a couple weeks’ time. It seemed plausible, confusing yes, but plausible the first few times it happened. However, it had become apparent there was more to it when you had asked Taeil to perform Jeno’s next checkup. You had put it off so long they’d thought you’d forgotten, and by then suspicions were already bubbling.

Doyoung was the first to talk, “Okay, what the hell is going on with you?”

You look up from behind Jisung’s back where you’re fiddling with wires here and there, hiding behind the tall frame of the robot and the rest of the boys in the lab. You have a screwdriver in your mouth and a handful of thingamajigs balled up in one of your hands, so when you finally speak, you’re very confused, “Excuse me?”

The handle of your screwdriver is covered in a little saliva that you quickly wipe off on your lab coat, eyes narrowing behind the lenses of your glasses at the second caretaker of your rag tag group of engineers and scientists. Doyoung had always been level-headed like Taeyong, but unlike Taeyong, he spoke when he wanted to and with little to no remorse. If he had concerns, he had no fears about nagging. After all, you all would lose your way quite often if it wasn’t for him (as he so liked to remind, by the way).

You peek around Jisung just to see that all eyes are on you, including the gazes of the other D.R.E.A.M. bots (who you’d all begun to affectionately call “the Dreamies”) that you were newly accustoming to. Even Jisung himself turns to look at you over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in silent judging. You give him a glare in return.

“You know what I just said,” Doyoung huffs, leaning back on his hands on top of one of the desks. His legs kick out from underneath him, a wary looking Taeyong sitting nearby him at the same desk with a fixed look a little more concerned than stern like Doyoung’s, “You and Jeno have been acting weird.”

Your eyes unconsciously dart across the room to Jeno perched in his window seat as always and find that he’s now looking dead at you, though there’s no expression he chooses to show. Not even a bit of confusion to get the attention off you, huh? You surely didn’t raise him that way.

You close the planes on Jisung’s back with a whirring finish, releasing the items in your hands to deposit them on your desk. You look Doyoung in the eye with only a slightly wavering stare, “We have not.”

“Uh, yeah you have.” Johnny cuts in from nearby you, settled in on top of his own desk with legs folded underneath himself. What was it the lot of you and not using your desk chairs? “You never ask anyone else to do Jeno’s checkup, not even when you’re busy. You don’t even let Jeno do Jeno’s checkups and yet, nothing’s wrong?”

“I’m just trying to get the boys ready,” you motion to the Dreamies who sit around the lab; some are reading, some are listening to music, and some are just purely amused by the conversation being had. Most of them had since been outfitted with faces of their own, voices of their own, and personalities that developed with every day spent around them, so it was no surprise that you could feel at least three of them smirking at your back right now, “Besides, I can’t possibly be possessive of Jeno all the time… you guys helped make him too.”

Yukhei snorts, somewhere on the floor with a cup of instant ramen to the right of him and his third energy drink of the day to the left of him, “Yeah, but he likes you the most. That’s why he pretty much ignores us when you’re in the room… except, up until a month ago, that is.”

You feel your skin getting hot with accusations and stares, desperately wanting the conversation to end early. You could feel a thousand scoldings and a thousand more teases that would never quite find their end in your lifetime starting to declare that they would be here to stay. You must look funny to the rest of them; fists clenched, cheeks slightly chubby with how hard you’re pressing your lips together in lieu of saying anything that might get you found out, and quite the wrinkle in between your eyebrows.

“Do you think the company will want a robot who doesn’t want to leave its creator?” Jeno speaks up for the first time that day, eyes no longer boring into you but Yukhei instead. The boy on the floor’s eyes grow wide at the sudden attention and fidgets against his will.

The room falls silent at this and even Doyoung seems to shrink back in thought (not submission, never). You’re suddenly thankful for Jeno’s lack of emotion; he may not have feigned ignorance, but he sure was logical.

“He does have a point… for a hunk of metal.” The sudden foreign voice in the room makes all of you tense immediately, all eyes on the double doors that allow entrance into your lab. In comes a string of men that you all know to be puppets of the CEO of SM. The one who spoke stands before them all, an average looking man with cleanly gelled hair and a bespoke suit that might have actually made him look less sleazy if he wasn’t smirking at you all with a predatory survey of the room.

Yuta speaks up first, mouth always faster than his brain, “That’s 15 billion won you’re calling a hunk of metal.”

The sleazy man just laughs, “Oh, sorry. He has a point for an expensive hunk of metal.”

You feel your anger from before come back tenfold, instinctively moving from your desk toward the center of the room. Johnny joins you, followed by Sicheng, and then Taeyong, until all of them are poised in a defensive stance blocking the newest Dreamies from view. The sleazy guy looks over all of you before his eyes land on you, that same infuriating smirk still present. “Hard at work, are you? You know the showcase is in a few days, don’t you? I’m seeing a lot of lounging around and not working until you drop.”

You scoff, “We take breaks, you know. Brainpower takes a lot of work… but I guess you wouldn’t know.”

You can hear Taeyong whisper something scolding under his breath, trying to push himself in between you and the man, but the man simply holds up a hand to Taeyong’s chest and the leader of NEO has to stop if he doesn’t want this to escalate. You hold your ground to not worry him, but as the sleazy guy gets closer, you start to wonder if you should have just eaten your words.

“You all have quite the mouths,” the man sneers, shoving Taeyong back all of a sudden. The leader stumbles back a bit and you don’t even get a chance to check on him before the man is suddenly too close. He’s breathing your air now, face growing closer with the seconds that pass, “should I mention this to Mr. Lee? I’m sure he’d love to hear how his precious team NEO is putting his company on the line to slack.”

Your mouth drops open in awe at the audacity of the man, “Really? Running to teacher to tattle so that you can get a gold star, are you?”

The man falters a bit. A growl follows soon after, his hand moving just the slightest inch from his side in the direction of you. It doesn’t get very far.

The man’s face quickly contorts into an expression of pain and you all watch in silent shock as he’s shoved to the floor by a foot to his back and his arm yanked painfully behind his back. The squad the man had brought in can only watch, unsure whether to even step in to save their leader. There, Jeno stands above him, heel of his foot digging into the man’s back and making him cry out pathetically, “What are you- let go!”

Jeno stays stoic, “Do you really want to try that again?”

The man under his foot snarls and tries to use his other hand to hit at Jeno, a fruitless action when it would take more than a slap to move heavy steel like Jeno’s. “Get off me! Get off me or I’ll have you  put in a junkyard! Your masters won’t be able to save you!”

Jeno rolls his eyes, a habit you had tried to get him to unlearn from you. Now, you can’t really scold him for it.

Surprisingly, he looks at you.

His gaze is heavy, lips pursed tight. “Master,” he says it more mockingly toward the man he’s currently apprehending than to be malicious toward you in any way, “what shall I do with him?”

You stare, open-mouthed, unsure what you should do yourself. You know if Jeno takes this any farther, that junkyard really wouldn’t be very far away (though fight as you might to try and keep that from happening). Yet, at the same time, you can’t find the situation getting any better if he’s let up either. It was far too late for Jeno to be asking you what to do. You would have rather been hit than let Jeno put himself at risk this way.

“Let him up, please.” You say softly, watching Jeno’s tense facade fade for just a second. Quickly, the boy releases the man and steps toward you, standing in front of you this time. You hadn’t been this close to Jeno in a month and your mind was feeling fuzzy all of a sudden at the proximity.

When the man gets up, he furiously brushes off his suit jacket and looks terribly annoyed… but he doesn’t get any closer to you with Jeno guarding.

“You seem to have forgotten to remind these bots of yours about their place in this world. They are weapons, submissive to us. They are loyal to no one below their superiors.”

“They’re intelligent creations,” Jaehyun says from nearby you, “they aren’t toys and they sure as hell aren’t weapons. That’s not what we agreed to make.”

The man chuckles, “You know that’s what they all are in the end, don’t you? Weapons to be had. It starts with them; cute, unassuming, helpful little bots… and then there’s more and more released into the world, all over the world. That’s what this project is all about, don’t you know? This showcase is just the beginning. You, my friends, are the pioneers of future warfare. After all, SM is always one step ahead.”

You instinctively grip Jeno’s arm, steeling yourself behind him with a firm glare directed right at the man, “Over our dead fucking bodies.”

The man laughs loud, grabbing at his stomach as if he can’t control his mirth. “Keep telling yourself that,” the man finally catches a bit of breath to say, “it just might come true.”

The threat leaves the blood in all of your veins cold and Jeno immediately bucks up again, moving that much closer to the man and forcing him back out of fear. Still, the man persists to unsettle all of you, “Seems like your bot here is faulty… you have twenty-four hours to dispose of him or NEO will be dissolved and all of D.R.E.A.M. will be in our possession from then on.”

Your heart stops, “No…”

Doyoung is quick to argue, “Lee Soo-man ordered seven bots. Seven. One less and he won’t be happy, I don’t care how much power you think you hold.” “Oh, but I am so convincing. If Mr. Lee hears that one of your bots roughed up one of his beloved employees, what is he to think of the rest of the lot? What is he to think of you? Guess you’d have to prove you’re more loyal to the company somehow… think about it. Don’t take too long, though. I’ll have someone to check for your decision when those twenty-four hours are up.”

The men leave, taking the peace that had once filled the area with them.

“You’re so reckless.” You growl, tugging Jeno’s shirt up before he gets a chance to remove it for you. Quickly discarding the white fabric to the side, you press your hand harder to his chest than probably needed and watch it open to reveal the machinery beneath. “Honestly, if you had- if you had just stayed back-”

“You made me.” Jeno snaps back, catching you off guard and making you look up from his chest to his eyes. You can’t quite believe the boldness he holds now, having next to no fear of what you might say in response.

You decide to give him a reason to, “Jeno, what is going on with you lately? I have half a mind to think you’ve got a virus. You do not want to know what I’ll do to get rid of a virus.”

The other boys had since dispersed, some working hard on the rest of the Dreamies in the back while the others had opted to do whatever they could to keep tabs on what was happening several floors up from you all. Wherever they were, it was just you two alone at the window. You, at first, hadn’t been too keen on being there with him alone again in case the others got any ideas, but it seemed it had to be done if you were going to get anything through to him.

Jeno glares, “You wouldn’t.” “I would, if it meant that I’d get my kind, gentle Jeno back. Not this… argumentative… ninja who doesn’t listen to anything I say when I’m just trying to protect him.”

“I am the same Jeno,” he argues, “no virus, and you know that. Are you telling me you would have rather been hit than let me step in?”

You huff indignantly, focusing on his machinery again. It was times like this that you were reminded exactly why you found yourself both frustrated with him and liking him so much: he had all the characteristics you favored. Even his stubbornness gave way to traits that you admired about him, though you’d probably never say all that aloud. It was annoying having to reiterate to him time and time again the same things, but it also meant he defended his morals till his opponent’s very last breath. He had a mouth that could argue for days, thanks to you.

He had strong views on the world you lived in, you knew that much, but sometimes you wished he would step down if only to ensure his survival, “Yes. You know why? Because now they want me to throw you away, you idiot… they want me to throw you away.” You look away from fiddling with the gears inside of him to show him how serious you are. One of your hands comes to his cheek and you feel the warmth underneath the surface against your cold hands immediately.

“Then throw me away if that makes them happy, but they aren’t going to touch you or any of the others as long as I’m around ever again.” Jeno leaves no room for discussion in his proclamation.

You sigh heavily, hours of working and stress starting to catch up with you. You’re sure it’s visible on your face to Jeno. Jeno knew you best.

“I would hide you if I knew they wouldn’t find you,” your voice lowers in volume, “but I know they would find you. I made you with their parts, their machinery. They would take you away before I could even try to help you-” “I’m not gonna hide.”

You blink at Jeno, the robot’s chin raised high. He looked sure of himself, so, so sure of himself. He didn’t always have that surety in him.

Fondly, you remembered a time when he was all nervous ticks and worries. You had started to wonder if maybe you all had made a faulty bot, but with time, Jeno had come into his own. You should have known that one day that personality of his would only grow.

You go to drop your hand from his cheek but he catches it before it can fall, holding it close to his chest instead of letting you take it back. You look at him for a moment, confusion written clear on your face. “You hear me? I’m not hiding.”

“Then what are we gonna do, Jeno? We have mere hours before they come back for you. If you’re not gone, they’re going to take the Dreamies, and if you are gone… we can’t lose you. We won’t lose any of you. I won’t lose any of you, especially not you.” Your hand clenches in his hold, yet he holds impossibly tighter. It doesn’t hurt you, rather contrary to it. You feel safe in his hold. You feel like he can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest and seeks to show you he too feels the same in his own way. Maybe that’s why he keeps your hand pressed where a heart would have been.

“We’re not completely hopeless.” He says, then lets your hand fall back to your side. You blink, not following at all. Raising a hand, Jeno taps the side of his head and gives you the tiniest of smirks, waiting for you to catch on. “I was there for the whole thing, after all.”

The meaning clicks immediately, your eyes widening in realization. “Jeno, that- that just might work. You genius!”

The rush of elation you feel makes you throw your arms around Jeno’s neck in response. You can feel vibrations when Jeno laughs, though not like the human vibrations you might feel. However, they’re pretty damn close.

His arms hold you around the waist gently, “The genius made me, actually. I’m just the result of all that brilliance.”

You peel back a little to shoot him a smile of your own, a smile he missed far too much in the last month. He missed seeing it because of him. He liked seeing it because you liked him, wanted to be around him, enjoyed his presence.

You both realize quite late how close you’ve gotten in proximity. There’s a lull in the excitement there, something more lingering on top of the surface instead. You’re not sure… what, but it feels pungent and hazy.

It reminds you of that night a month ago.

Your arms slacken around his neck just a little, his eyes wandering the expanse of your face before he decides to release you completely. Your arms fall to your sides in preparation for what he might do, but he just leans against the wall behind him and lets his chest open once more. “You should finish up. We have quite the night ahead of us if we’re gonna pull this off.”

“Pull what off?” Jungwoo stumbles in right on cue, tapping away at a tablet and looking innocently between you and Jeno with large eyes full of wonder.

You share a look with Jeno in silent agreement.

The next day, minutes to the last hour, the anxiety is buzzing through the room like a sound wave on low frequency. The boys and Dreamies had eventually been informed of the plan you and Jeno had come up with shortly after smoothing out the majority of the details. Plans had to be made and precautions had to be set. Every single trap door had to be sealed shut or none of you would make it out of this together and, possibly, alive.

“(Y/N)?” You start at the call of your name, not quite used to the voice just yet. There stands MH 0802, better known as Mark, just several feet away with his hands cupped together in front of him with an awkward stance. He reminded you much of Jeno when he first started out, despite the fact that Mark was programmed to be the leader of the Dreamies. You hoped you would be able to see the day he matured into a strong leader.

“Yes, Mark?” You reply gently, walking over to him with a kind smile.

He looks around of a bit, seemingly lost in thought. The air of anxiety around him is stronger than anywhere else in the room despite the fact that he really wasn’t supposed to be able to give off any, “I just wanted to know if you were alright… this has been tough on everyone, but you were the one who almost got hurt.”

Your heart melts a little at Mark’s concern, “Of course, Mark! I’m okay, I swear. I just want today to go over smoothly… don’t worry. I’m not letting them take you boys away.”

Mark flashes you a hesitant smile, nodding that he understands and has no plans to fuss any further. Quietly, he slinks away to the other Dreamies and you feel your fear and excitement build up again.

You don’t quite register the touch until it’s grazing the skin of your elbow. Looking down to your arm, you find familiar fingers wrapping around your bicep and squeezing appreciatively, calmly. You manage a deep breath in his presence, “Thank you.”

Jeno smiles down at you, “Any time.”

Jeno had been comforting you on and off all morning, from the moment you’d dropped in with coffee and eyes frantic. You had fretted over every last detail with him, exhausted it amongst the eleven other members of your team up until the point that you were just a broken record and Jeno had to make you do something to get your mind off it. The plan was foolproof, as decided by the eleven of you late into the night. You worried that maybe it was the lack of sleep that had gotten you all to agree, so your precautions weren’t so unnecessary, but it was clear it wasn’t doing much good for you to keep dwelling on them mentally.

By the time the clock was alerting you all it had indeed been a straight twenty-four hours, sleazy guy, his harem of guard dogs, and the president of the company himself entered the laboratory with an air that bordered on suffocating. You had to focus on Jeno’s touch to calm yourself down in whatever way you could.

“Well, I hope you’ve made a decision.” The sleazy guy starts, smirking at Jeno but knowing to keep his distance this time. That fact alone makes you feel quite a bit better.

“We’re not giving up Jeno or the rest of D.R.E.A.M., so you all came here for nothing.” Ten speaks up nonchalantly, shooting them all a halfhearted look just to rub it in.

Soo-man raises an eyebrow, looking at all of you before turning his attention to the sleazy guy at his side, “Then it’s settled. Take possession of the bots and have NEO removed from the building immediately.”

Your eyes narrow as the president begins to turn and walk away, his well-known lackey enjoying himself far too much as he makes eyes with you. He believes he’s won, and you’re reminded of just how sweet it’ll be when he realizes he’s not even close to right.

Turning to Jeno, you watch as his eyes flash a bright blue before dulling back to brown once more, “I would suggest checking your social media, Lee Soo-man.”

The president stops on his way out of the room, casting a glance at Jeno before scoffing, “And why is that?”

“Just a suggestion. In case you don’t want to get attacked on your way out of this building.” You add on, feeling your chest swell with pride when Soo-man and sleazy guy’s face falter some.

Grabbing your own phone from your pocket, you open Twitter first, then Instagram, then Facebook; each one is exploding with news of the new face to hate in the country. “’President of SM, Lee Soo-man, reportedly planning to turn highly anticipated artificially intelligent robots into war machines to monopolize on wealth’. I can see the headlines now.” You grin from behind your phone.

“Oh, and don’t even try to put your hands on our boys. You violated our contract, Soo-man. Your little friend not only threatened us, he also attempted to physically harm one of us, and it’s all on video. You also broke the promise that these bots we’d create would be used for the betterment of mankind, not future weapons to aid in making SM more powerful. We never agreed to that, so the contract is null and void. These are our bots now,” Soo-man attempts to cut off Doyoung, but the younger boy speaks over him well, “and the government agrees.”

Soo-man, frantic, turns to his right hand man, “Get to my office and fix this now.”

Even as you watch them scramble around like headless chickens, there’s one clear truth that hangs in the air: you’ve won.

None of you start celebrating until the last lackey has disappeared and its in a shower of cheers and hugs everywhere. You feel yourself being bumped and shoved and grabbed from every angle, but you know it’s all a display of love and it doesn’t feel chaotic or unwanted in your eyes.

You let yourself be pulled into hug after hug by team member and robot alike, your eyes threatening to well up with happy tears at the thought that you would no longer worry day and night about the company randomly shutting down your project or subjecting your creations to cruel behavior and mistreatment for their own selfish gain. No, now they were free. You were free.

The last hug you encounter is almost unsurprisingly Jeno’s, the boy practically lifting you from the ground to give you his own celebratory show of appreciation. You can hear him laughing as he spins you, murmuring something about how glad he was that he kept everything recorded and on file. You return his hug with just as much vigor, holding him with a lightness under your skin that you haven’t felt with him in so long. You feel like you no longer have to slave away to keep him safe from a world that only wanted to hurt him. He was safe.

Jeno sets you down (eventually), letting you gently untangle your arms from around his neck once your feet are firmly on the ground… but you don’t remove them. Jeno stays hunched over a bit, confusion evident on his face. “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

You pull back just enough so that your noses are touching, bumping into each other at the tips. Jeno looks between both of your eyes rapidly, trying to get a read on what you were thinking. It seems, for once, Jeno doesn’t know you best. It’s childish honestly, but you kinda (really) want to surprise him like he did you all those nights ago.

Without further ado, you press up on the tips of your toes and press a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of his lips that Jeno might have missed if he didn’t have the ability to replay the exact moment over and over again in his head to confirm it actually happened. Jeno hadn’t even had to ask you for it, you gave him a kiss because you wanted to kiss him too.

It takes you both a bit of time to realize the cheers in the background have definitely died down, and when you look to see what had caused the abrupt change in atmosphere, you find all eyes on you.

Oh, that’s right. You really did just kiss Jeno in front of the entire room, didn’t you?

Jeno’s systems begin to show signs of overheating, the color of his skin turning that cherry red that resembles blushing so well. You too can feel yourself somewhat overheating under the surface. You could tell you had quite a bit of explaining to do later.

“I called it!” One lone voice sticks out amongst the silence, and it’s not hard to locate where it comes from when the owner towers over the majority of scientists in the room. Yukhei looks positively ecstatic.

#jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno drabble #jeno au #robot!jeno #lee jeno #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct au #robot!nct #nct #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream au #nct dream #majwrites #sbmusings #i gotta stop staring at this thing before i go crazy #also friend the inspo rlly did hit me LOL

[jungnoir]

Seungcheol pls I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

call me lover boy;

choi seungcheol | “I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly.” college!au. | 1.1k words. | humor, fluff, mentions of condoms but I promise it’s not what you think!

a/n: @cafewonu for reasons (ignore the glaring wonu in the bg or don’t bc u kno why)

He was sweating. Oh my god was he sweating. Could humans sweat this much? Surely the amount that he was sweating meant he was going to become seriously dehydrated soon and faint and he’d damn every supernatural entity in the universe that put him in this position if he ended up sweaty and unconscious amongst a pile of condom packets in front of his crush of all people-

“…you got plans tonight, Cheol?” You even have the nerve to say his name like that: kind, despite the amused expression on your face. The nerve. The audacity.

Seungcheol stands in the middle of the hallway completely frozen, the mouth of his backpack open still from where he meant to take out his keys and manage to pull out literally everything else but his keys… including the inexplicable amount of condoms that he’d snatched the minute health services invited him to “protect your grades and protect your dick”. He’d found it really hilarious at first, the fact that the first thing on his mind being how ridiculous that slogan was and the second thing being all the things he could do with those condoms that had nothing to do with their actual purpose.

No. Other people might have been overjoyed to know they’d save some money to get it on with their significant other or at least have some backup on a night out this weekend, but Seungcheol didn’t really have plans for any of that. As finals season neared, stress soared, but his idea of relief had been something a bit dumber.

He wanted to make water balloons.

Seungcheol recalled late that he’d been staring in dismay at the scattered condoms, unable to look at you at all but he still knows you’re there from his peripheral view. He could hightail it; he could blame the need to run on his ridiculous flight or flight function that he’d been learning about extensively in Psych. Or maybe he could laugh it off? Maybe you’d laugh with him! Maybe he could just pick them up and say he was holding them for a friend- friends. God. Why did he take so goddamn many? There was no way this would look normal in any way.

To his shock, Seungcheol sees you bend down to grab a few before he can think of a way to possibly explain himself.

You scoop up some in your hands and he wonders if you’re keeping a few for yourself because logically, he won’t miss five out of the boatload he’d nabbed. His heart unintentionally squeezes at the thought that you might have someone to… use those with. He knows it’s plausible after all. Anyone would be lucky to be with you but… no, he couldn’t think about that right now. He still looked really stupid and he couldn’t have that on top of everything else.

It turns out you weren’t taking them for yourself as you began to scoop them into your shirt. You rolled up the hem and held it like a little pouch and he had to turn his eyes away so he wouldn’t see your exposed skin. He probably looked like a cherry tomato right now. A sweaty cherry tomato. Ugh.

You’ve gathered about half when some students pass by, a few of them giggling at the scene and murmuring amongst themselves about what “(Y/N) and Seungcheol are doing later”, and when you look the smallest bit bashful, Seungcheol finally breaks from his frozen state to defend you, “It’s not like that! We’re making water balloons!”

The students glance back over their shoulders at Seungcheol, skeptical even as they turn the corner to take their giggles with them. Seungcheol feels impossibly worse, actually.

“W-Water balloons? Is this what you took them for?” You ask, the pieces of the puzzles clicking together slowly. It was… weird, but it kind of explained the insane amount of condoms he’d taken. It really did make sense.

Seungcheol’s eyes flit from yours to the condoms again, slowly crouching down to gather some himself to distract himself from the embarrassment, “…yes. It’s… stupid. I know it is.”

Your laughter floats toward him, too gentle for the situation. How could you laugh like that when you caught him doing, of all things, this? Wasn’t this weird? Weren’t you embarrassed to be seen with him? Didn’t you want to walk away before anyone else said anything about the two of you again? He wouldn’t blame you. He’d be kicking himself in the metaphorical nuts perhaps, but he wouldn’t blame you for it.

Before you both know it, you’ve got all the condoms gathered up. He’d followed your example and stuffed the other half into his shirt as well, holding it up by the hem to keep them from spilling out again. He misses the way your head turns too, avoidant of the softness of his stomach underneath his muscle shirt. “Were you planning to throw them at people?”

Seungcheol nods like a scolded child. Not only did he steal a bunch of free condoms to make water balloons, he was also planning to torment people with them. You surely thought you’d need to get out of this situation ASAP. He didn’t mind if he got in trouble for his shenanigans, but you might.

Picking up a few in your hands, you mull the situation over in your head before flicking your gaze to meet his own. In pure cliche form, he forgets how to breathe. Then, “It’s a pretty hot day, today. It’d be super inconsiderate of us if we didn’t help cool down our fellow student body, right?” He’s never heard you sound quite as conspiratorial and devious before… it makes his mind run and heart race, expected of a silly boy in love. There was something pretty attractive about how ready you were to aid him in this, and if he wasn’t already smitten with you before, he surely is now.

“There’s some empty storage bins in the gym. I have the key to the storage closet and access to the hose near the east lawn. If we hurry now, we might get away with our asses in tact.” Seungcheol advises, twisting the hem of his shirt and holding it close to his chest.

You do the same, giggling out of pure excitement. “Sounds like a plan!”

“If we get caught and hung for terrorizing our fellow citizens of Pledis University, just know it was my pleasure being a deviant with you and we’ll meet again in our next life.” Seungcheol’s dramatic proclamation does its job when it gets another fit of giggles out of you. You almost drop the condoms in your attempt to cover your mouth to hide them. He resists the urge to tell you not to.

“You make it sound kinda romantic, Cheol.” You grin.

There wasn’t much romantic about attacking annoyed students with water filled condom balloons together on a hot spring day on the surface but boy, if it didn’t set Seungcheol’s stolen heart on fire. This was a story to tell the kids one day.

#write-svt #sfwseventeen #this is totally sfw i promise #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol drabble #seungcheol au #seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol #s.coups scenarios #s.coups drabble #s.coups au #s.coups imagines #s.coups #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seventeen #sbmusings #majwrites

[jungnoir]

Honestly the milkshake prompt with jungkook sounds perfect! Thank you 😄

milkshake man;

jeon jungkook | 14. “One milkshake down.” ⇢ jungkook’s worst nightmare comes true: his child is lactose intolerant. dad!au. | 1.8k words. | fluff, humor.

a/n: you can consider this an epilogue to isn’t she lovely, but it does not need to be read to understand this!

Honestly, not that you did, but if you ever second guessed that your child with Jungkook was truly his, there was one thing that always diminished that doubt immediately: it was her absolute tendency to do everything perfectly and before anyone else.

You remembered her forming sentences at nearly nine months, walking before any of your friends’ babies did, and picking up everything her father taught her without difficulty. You had honestly wondered if Jungkook had some kind of genius baby making blood that would change the evolutionary game. Whatever it was, she was a lot like her father in every way and he was damn proud of it. There was only a tiny problem that neither of you had seen coming, and unfortunately, it had come eight chocolate milkshakes later.

It all started when Jungkook, out of all the new things he wanted to teach his advanced little girl, pulled out the milk carton.

“Jungkook…” Your voice trails off in an exasperated sigh, watching your husband grin at your six year old little girl who was currently sitting criss-cross applesauce on the kitchen floor. Your husband, nearly three times her size, sits opposite her with his legs splayed out on either side of her knees. In between them is a large carton of milk, and beside it is an equally large carton of chocolate ice cream. Your daughter licks her lips as Jungkook places a single, hot pink cup in the midst of it all.

Twirling the ice cream scooper in hand, Jungkook smirks at you from the floor, “I know what you’re going to say-” “I don’t care how smart our baby is, I’m not ready for her to start experimenting in the kitchen. I haven’t even introduced her to dying Easter eggs yet!” You try not to look at the two in worry; the mixture of the two loves of your life handling both a gallon of sticky liquid and sticky cream makes you mourn the bath water you’ll be preparing for the smallest of the two, probably very soon.

A pout forms on Jungkook’s face, followed by fluttering of eyelashes from not one Jeon, but two. Your daughter, Somin, has the exact some starry, puppy-dog eyes that her father possesses… as if to make matters worse.

The bigger Jeon frowns openly, “It’s just one milkshake.”

“Yes,” you stress the word just as much as he stressed “one”, “but you know what happens when she gets introduced to something new. She immediately tries to replicate it, and guess who has to clean up after her when she does?”

Somin reaches for the milk, chubby fingers attempting to take the carton from his hands. Jungkook tugs it away before she can even get close enough, “I will! I’m only showing her this once all the wonderful things milk can make. I promise we won’t make a mess. Nothing will go wrong.” Jungkook’s promise feels completely dependent on the complex, growing mind of your six year old and her level of determination to complete this new task after tasting the end result. You really did not like leaving things up to a child whose loyalty to you shifted everyday before bed time.

You watch him focus his attention on the cup instead as he begins to scoop some ice cream from its carton, dropping three full scoops into the cup before pouring the milk over it. He takes a spare spoon and starts stirring, the little girl before him watching with all eyes and ears focused on him. You realize there’s not much you can do now; she knows the three things she needs to make those milkshakes, and now she’s going to think about it on repeat until she gets the chance to make it again. You can already see the mess, but you leave the kitchen before you fall into another fit.

If you were lucky, this would only stop at one milkshake.

Jungkook comes home the next day to a quiet house. That is the first sign something is not quite right, but he tries to ignore the feeling in hopes that it was just his overactive imagination.

It wasn’t, unfortunately, when he hears a cry that he is all too familiar with.

Jungkook moves with a speed he was unaware he possessed in the direction of Somin’s bedroom, just barely knocking into the door frame to get inside. He can see you sitting on the edge of Somin’s bed while the child in question is curled up under her covers, whining softly, painfully. Jungkook’s heart tugs as he walks over, whispering to you, “What happened? Is she sick?”

You look up at him with a pitiful look, right before pushing yourself up from the bed and walking over to him. You can see the small wrinkles in his brow that had begun to form over the years and you attempt to smooth them out with your fingertips. His tense body doesn’t relax, but he does wrap an arm around you in lieu of fidgeting with his fingers.

After you’ve finished brushing his hair from his eyes, you sigh, “Got some bad news about baby Jeon today,” you say, and Jungkook’s mind is swimming with all the possibilities, “she is… lactose intolerant.”

Jungkook blinks. Then, “…excuse me?”

You snicker, watching him trying to process the information with (only slight) amusement, “Yeah, apparently children can develop an intolerance to dairy once they’ve passed two years old, and, well… she has.”

Jungkook frowns, then pouts, then drops his head on your shoulder in defeat, “How could this happen? We did everything right…”

“Jungook, she won’t die. We’ve just got to buy soy milk from now on and cut back on all the dairy. The worst she gets is a little gas, but this means you two can’t have milk drinking competitions anymore.” “If I can’t take my kid on banana milk dates with me anymore,  what can we do?” “Normal things that other children and their fathers do?” You offer, yelping when Jungkook playfully nips at the skin of your neck in retaliation.

He pulls back and you can see the light disappointment in his eyes, but relative relief at the fact that it’s nothing too serious. A little discomfort, maybe, but she would be feeling better in a few hours.

“That’s… not the worst of it, though.” You pull away and pat his chest, the confusion arising in his expression when you begin to exit Somin’s room. He follows after you, down the hall, the stairs, and right toward the kitchen. Before he even passes the threshold, he suddenly gets a bad feeling.

“Oh no…” Jungook sees the kitchen floor lined with nearly ten milkshakes, all varying amounts and textures. All, very clearly, made by one little girl upstairs. “How did she even get her hands on everything?”

“A stool and determination,” you fold your arms with an “I told you so” look on your face, “she waited until I went to water the plants, and I think I recall a certain husband of mine saying he would clean up if any messes took place.”

Ah. He did say he would do that, didn’t he?

Slowly, Jungkook kneels to the floor and collects the first cup, inspecting for anything that a six year old might have inserted that could be potentially dangerous. A sip later, he throws it all back in three big gulps.

Your jaw drops, “J-” “One milkshake down,” his tone sounds incredibly stressed, but that familiar challenge in his eyes says that he is not to be moved. If it took five cups of ramen to make him full, eight milkshakes were nothing, “seven to go.”

“Why don’t you just throw them away…?” Your voice takes on a slightly whiny tone. One thing you hoped Somin never got from her father was his intense stubbornness and need to push his physical limits. You could see him already bragging to the boys about how he had consumed more milk and ice cream in less than an hour than any of them had consumed in a week.

“This is more than a third of a carton’s worth of milk and probably all the chocolate ice cream we had in this house. I am not letting this go to waste.” “And I’m not taking care of you when you get a stomachache too.”

He says nothing in response to you, simply grabbing the next cup and depositing the other into the sink for the dishes he would inevitably be cleaning by himself later on. Quietly, to yourself, you mutter a few choice words that you hope Jungkook can sense the irritation in and plop down onto the kitchen floor. You grab the cup nearest you and start chugging, caution thrown to the wind. You probably wouldn’t be able to stomach as much as your husband, but you weren’t letting him suffer alone.

Jungkook smiles over the rim of his fourth cup, electing to stay silent until you two finally met in the middle. He’d drank more than half of the lot but had nothing to show for it besides a guttural burp. You, on the other hand, already felt more than a little full. Your eyelashes fluttered shut as you attempt to collect yourself, the want to fall on the floor and explode becoming awfully tempting.

“You didn’t have to help me, you know.” He says teasingly but gently, pushing himself up from the floor and moving behind you. Carefully, as Jungkook always was with you and Somin, he cradles you into his arms and begins to walk you upstairs to your bedroom.

You let him lay you down on the sheets and he brushes your hair from your eyes, chuckling when you open them just to glare, “Dummy… I wasn’t gonna let you suffer alone. You were right after all, milk costs a pretty penny in this economy.”

“Is this what marriage is?” He asks, kneeling on the floor beside the bed to be eye level with you. You roll onto your side and exhale something that sounds like a laugh… or maybe a groan, “Drinking eight milkshakes that our daughter impulse-made on the kitchen floor because we can’t handle throwing it all away?”

“I guess it is.” You hum, right as he comes in for a kiss. His lips and yours are still a little sticky from the milkshakes, but you don’t mind so much when his hand comes to rub at your tummy in comfort.

Jungkook hears Somin call for him from down the hall and rises to his feet, checking over you once more before starting his trek down the hallway, “Next time Somin makes too much of something, let’s just invite the boys over to eat it all.” “Or pray that there never is a next time.”

#bts writing squad #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagines #jungkook drabble #jungkook au #dad!jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts drabble #bts audio #dad!bts #bts #majwrites #sbmusings #realistically jungkook can consume more milk than any man on earth #i had to google how much milk someone can have before they threw up LOL

[jungnoir]

Detective au + Renjun. My request is a drabble. Thanks.

elementary;

huang renjun | all you leave behind is the ghost of your touch on Renjun’s skin and the memory of a person who had finally gained that upper hand. detective!au, criminal!au. | 2k words. | fluff(?), flirting, I don’t really know what genre this is, not humor but it’s kinda close.

a/n: i love how straightforward this request is sfhisjfi here ya go. definitely based reader off catwoman because why not amirite

“Hello, detective. You’re quite punctual today.”

Renjun slides inelegantly to the doorway of the exhibit floor, the polished marble that made up the ground he walked on costing more than the net worth of half the citizens in the city combined. He only ever showed up to places like these when he had cases to solve, and he very rarely got to enjoy the glimmering chandeliers and pristine paintings hanging from the walls. Even now, as he was surrounded by jewels of all shapes, colors, sizes, and origins, you were the only thing that had his attention. You were the case he’d been dying to solve ever since you’d first appeared on his radar, and you were the case made with a diamond shell. Nothing could crack you open, not like the others.

You, his “arch nemesis” when put so informally, had gone from being a thorn in his side to a knife in his back. With each victory you claimed, that knife kept on twisting.

“Your clues are getting less obvious. What, are you afraid I’ll catch on to you faster if I know where to look?” “On the contrary, detective. I know you’re smart enough to figure me out.” The fact that you were dangling upside down from a rope going up and out of a vent in the ceiling made your wicked grin look like a frown. Pearly white teeth shined back at him as you raised a hand and waved, the tips of your black gloves looking particularly sharp at the ends, resembling feline claws. He was certain he’d never let those claws get too close to him.

The young detective makes a quick surveillance of the room, checking for anything out of the blue in case you decided to up the challenge again. You had managed to hack into the system (denying all outside access in the process) and switched off the alarm to get in only to quickly switch it back on the minute Renjun entered the gallery, your orders for him and him only to enter having been no surprise. It was your usual demand: always him, always alone, and always right when you were just about to get away with a crime.  You absolutely loved getting him one-on-one, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like adding a little fun every now and then, just to tease him more.

Renjun straightens from his defensive stance slowly, watching you with the same intensity you watch him with. When he sees you don’t plan to pounce, he begins to walk forward, ever so slowly. There are red lasers running haphazardly along the floor, all ready to switch on the very loud and very expensive alarm if, god forbid, he managed to step too close to one of them. You watch his movements with great curiosity, grin reducing into a smirk of sorts. You always did love that little frustrated look on his face.

“You’ve been at this game for months. I’d think you’d have been able to fill an apartment with all the jewelry you’ve got.” Renjun glances your way as the stunning diamond necklace glints in the glass case right underneath you, “You probably don’t need this too.”

“And miss the golden opportunity of watching some wealthy old dinosaurs sniveling on live TV about their precious, ancient jewels going missing? I think I’ll pass. I mean, really, who sets up a snatch like these in plain sight for any other reason than for them to be stolen?” “I think you miss the whole point of museums, kitty.”

Your grin comes back tenfold at the use of the name you’d signed off with the first time you’d committed a high-profile crime like this one. It was a name you’d fashioned for yourself, and you had to say, you rather enjoyed hearing the young detective say it through clenched teeth, seething. It was rather cute. He was rather cute.

“You’re probably right,” you purr, “what can I say? I see a pretty thing and I just want to take it… better watch out.” The last part of your statement goes right over his head and it’s as much as you expected. Despite the fact that he was a kid genius, he was rather a dolt in the face of flattery.

The boy continues to proceed toward the middle of the room, the light shining from inside the glass case where your desires currently lay casting a warm glow on his features. The closer he managed to get, the more his furrowed brow became prominent. Swiftly, you pulled yourself up the rope so that you were hanging right side up this time, one hand clutching your escape route and the other resting over your heart, “You’re too young to look that stressed, detective. Am I stressful for you?”

“Yes!” Renjun answers with no hesitation, halting in his tracks to be sure that he doesn’t trip the alarm in his vexation. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you’re starting to outsmart me? That I may actually be coming to a dead end with you? Because if that’s what it takes for you to stop, I will admit it to the whole city.”

You blink, “So I see you’re nowhere near figuring out my motives either.”

If Renjun’s stare could shoot daggers at you, they would most definitely be embedded within every part of your skin by now. The look he gives you could rival that of an angry bull. You have the nerve to even pity him, eyes softening just a little behind the slim mask that covers your face from your hairline to the very peak of your nose.

“Want me to tip you off?” You offer, resting a hand on top of the case to tap your nails along the surface in a discordant rhythm. The sharp point of one of them traces a circle between every few beats.

Renjun’s face falters for a moment, clearly confused. Your offer baffles him and it doesn’t take a genius to know why. He was never used to getting tips, hints, or help. After all, he was the Huang Renjun: graduated early from high school top of the class, grades so exceptional that top tier universities around the world were itching to take him in, to claim him as part of their student body. Why, who wouldn’t want such a bright kid walking their halls every morning? You didn’t blame them in the slightest, but you’d always found it quite sad how many of them wanted him more for his reputation than his mind.

It started as a simple rivalry, your young eyes that never followed anything but the words on a page or the numbers on chalkboard had been caught by someone for once. A challenge. A contender.

You had done everything in your power to pass him up from kindergarten all the way to high school, doing above and beyond the expected and then some to beat him. No matter how hard you both worked, neither of you could ever pass the other, not really.

Not until your sophomore year of high school, when he entered the nationwide science and research symposium (well under the minimum age to even participate, but his deception of age was overlooked in the end) and won, sweeping out contestants twenty years his senior and you, too, in the process. From there, it was no longer a competition between you and Huang Renjun because as far as the entire world was concerned, no one was and no one ever would be in his league. Renjun was the face of youthful intelligence. Renjun was unparalleled… except that once, he was.

It was as prominent then as it was now with you staring at him face to face (or rather, face to mask) and challenging him to crack the code. You dared him to remember you. Before you had arrived on the scene as “Kitty”, it was believed there wasn’t a mystery that that boy couldn’t solve. And yet…

Renjun finally exhales a loaded breath, your eyes widening a little in anticipation. Just as quickly as you’d gotten excited that you’d really gotten under his skin, he snarls, “In your dreams.”

Your snort rings out in the silence, just as your nail stops circling the glass. The trace you’ve made causes a perfectly rounded cut of the supposedly “impenetrable” casing fall in and leave a nicely sized hole in its wake. Perfect diameter for you to slip your arm in, pick up the necklace, and- “Well, I do dream of you, detective. Maybe that’s because it’s seldom you ever get close enough for me to do anything else.”

Renjun’s mouth drops a little and you think for once that he might have gotten one of your little jokes, but his eyes are clearly focused on the necklace in hand. He hadn’t even noticed what you’d been doing. Was he making this incredibly easy or were you just getting too good? Regardless, you slip the necklace into the small pocket at your thigh, feeling around for something to throw. When your hand catches onto the handle of one of your throwing knives, the instrument slipps into the palm of your hand and then slides right back out of it in the direction of the floor with expert ease.

The moment the blade pierces the connection between one beam of light and the another, a shrill blaring sound nearly deafens the two of you at once. You barely wince at the noise, finding the nervous look on Renjun’s face far too amusing. The doorways and windows are suddenly barricaded by heavy steel doors meant to keep any intruders from getting out once they’d gotten in, but you’ve got your own escape plan already. By the time those fools got access back to the system to shut it off, you’d be long gone from here.

In fact, you’re just about to shimmy back up your rope when Renjun surges forward, fear of tripping the alarm now irrelevant. His hand grasps your wrist and you look at him in real surprise; never had the two of you made contact like this before. It was always a fun game of cat and mouse with the figurative cat in this case never getting close enough to touch.

You are rendered speechless for the first time in his presence, unsure what to do first. Did you shake him off? Wait for him to say something? Relish in the moment before it eventually all came crashing down?

Renjun decided for you.

“You know, I never saw it before,” he says in a low breath, yet you’re able to hear it over the blaring alarm miraculously, “but I’ve only known one person in my whole life who could actually give me a run for my money. Know anything about that?”

You feel yourself slowly swell with pride and an abundance of elation. This, this. Never had he admitted to your power over him, and now you knew that he knew it too. You were his equal in every sense of the word, and if there was anyone who could tie the world’s favorite boy genius up in his own knots, it was you.

You slip your arm from his grasp and raise the nails on your glove to gently caress the underside of his chin, the boy visibly shivering under your touch. The sounds of law enforcement banging on the steel doors sounds so distant in this moment, a breath shared between the two of you lasting a lifetime almost. You clutch his chin in between your fingers with finality and lean forward so that your nose just grazes his own, “Why, detective, it’s my job to make the mysteries and your job to solve them. You’ll have to find out yourself.”

His eyelashes flutter. Just out of your peripheral, you see his hand inching slowly toward your face. His fingers just skim the brim of your mask before you tug on your rope twice, your accomplice getting the signal to yank you upwards and away from the scene.

All you leave behind is the ghost of your touch on Renjun’s skin and the memory of a person who had finally gained that upper hand.

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[jungnoir]

May I please request college boyfriend!yuta in bullet point form? Please please please ❤️❤️❤️ I’ve been waiting so long for your requests to be reopened, I love your work!

a/n: thank you for being patient!! i hope you like this~

name: nakamoto yuta

age: immortal

major: bullshit undecided

if anyone were to try and define yuta,,, there would be a series of words that would be used,,, all of which may or may not be appropriate for ages 13 and under

yuta came to seoul from japan when he was just graduating high school on a scholarship for soccer

there were tons of schools that he really would have liked to go to all over the world, from places like New York to places in Brazil and Germany

and these schools all around the world really wanted him

he was, after all, a star on the rise

so you can see why his family was so confused when he chose to take a scholarship a little nearer to home, right in south korea

at the time, all he’d said was that seoul was somewhere he always wanted to live

which of course his family called bs on lol

yuta; what do you mean i’ve never talked about going to seoul before!! it’s my favorite place in the world!! great city!!! 10/10 would live there

literally everyone who knows this fool: you spelled seoul as seol once and it took you eight minutes to realize it

jk jk but look ok,,, he’s nowhere near as ditzy as he likes to joke about sometimes

cause yeah he’s great at soccer but he’s also got the brains to go with the brawn!! which makes him understand that despite the scholarships he’s getting to these overseas schools, not a lot of them cover all the expenses it will take to both get there and stay there

whereas the school in seoul is only 516 miles away from home, a stark difference to all those schools all over the world

if yuta wanted, he could go visit his family every weekend with the money he saved

and while seoul (shocker!) really wasn’t his dream place to be, it ended up being not too bad in yuta’s mind

to be honest,,, he kinda liked it

it was the actual school part he didn’t like

yuta felt most alive and happy when on the field, so having to take all these classes he neither cared for nor could understand on top of being in a foreign country and trying to master the language was t o u g h

while yuta never liked to admit it, there were often times he would find himself crying himself to sleep because he missed his family and old friends so much and being in another place, even if only 500 miles away, was stressful for him

thankfully, despite being one of the v few japanese students at his school, he wasn’t the only foreigner, and he’d met tons of good friends who were always patient with him when he mixed up his korean

ppl like taeyong, ten, jaehyun, doyoung, taeil, sicheng, mark, and johnny became some of his closest friends, but sicheng was his first

yuta could still remember his first day in classes at the school and how he couldn’t spot one (1) foreigner until his last class, statistics

yuta had just finished introducing himself to the class and he wasn’t really paying attention to everyone else as the teacher went down each table to get names, majors, places they were from, etc.

but then he remembered hearing this soft voice come from way across the classroom and this boy who was just a little younger than himself was introducing himself as dong sicheng and telling everyone that he was from china and would do his best to try and communicate and,,, fuk,,, it was like yuta’s world got a lil brighter

(i swear to god this is a yuta x reader fic and not a badly disguised yuwin fic ok)

almost immediately after class yuta tracks down sicheng and he’s like oh!!! hello!!! and tries to use his best korean for yuta but then yuta just pats sicheng’s shoulder with the most loving look in his eyes and probably tells sicheng he had been looking for him his whole life or something tbh sicheng doesn’t remember much of that moment except now yuta was his Best Friend and that was nonnegotiable

sicheng soon learned that yuta was also a foreigner and had gotten excited for all of five seconds before he found out he couldn’t speak much chinese, but sicheng was still pretty happy to have someone around who was in the same boat as him regardless

and, over time, sicheng began to teach him chinese and in return, yuta would teach him japanese

they would often try to navigate the horrors of being multilingual

and while yeah, it was pretty frustrating not being able to verbalize how you feel as accurately as you’d like, there were some perks

like insults. just hella insults

especially from sicheng to yuta

yuta absolutely loves pinching his cheeks and telling him how cute he is and follows the kid around and is so CLINGy and sicheng sometimes just has to smile and take it but other times,,,

sicheng: *in chinese* i’m going to skin you alive if you poke my cheek one more time you infuriating little man-

yuta: what are you saying, sicheng? *bats eyelashes lovingly*

sicheng: oh i was just saying ur my best friend in chinese hahahaha

yuta: awwww 💕❣️💓❤️💖💗💝💘

despite this though, the two really do love each other and often times do talk smack to each other about korean customs that they just Do Not Get

and all of their korean friends are just kind of like ???? why are u all so negative and yuwin is like “these are just the facts dudes”

it’s the relationships yuta has formed with these boys and more that really come in handy when yuta realizes in the middle of his second year that,,, he doesn’t really want to go to school for soccer anymore

he doesn’t love the sport any less!! but he just doesn’t feel like it’s what he wants to do for the rest of his life

there’s so much dedication and work that goes into it and yuta just isn’t in the same mindset he was in osaka or during his first year

he feels so ashamed when he informs both the school and his family that he was changing his major, and despite how his family still wants to support him in whatever he chooses, it becomes apparent that time is really running out for him at this point. most people say that declaring a major before your third year is crucial, and he has barely months left

of course, after changing his major, yuta also loses his scholarship and is therefore having to try and make ends meet in any way he can

if that’s taking odd jobs here and there and moving from the dorms into a small, cheap apartment a half hour’s subway ride away from the school, he does what he has to

it’s only randomly when he’s just wasting time with the boys at their dorm that one of them turns on this,,, anime

no it’s not hentai

and sometimes the boys joke abt yuta’s anime knowledge being sub par at best but yuta is just like “at least i’m not a weeb”

until they introduce him to this one anime

ouran high school host club

he learns that the basic premise is the protagonist ends up getting forced into working for a “host club” of pretty, rich boys who tend to the girls of their high school and raise money doing silly things like taking photos of the boys and selling them or auctioning off the host’s belongings

and while he thinks it’s pretty ridiculous,, he’s also inspired

and out of the blue after binge-watching all the episodes in two days, yuta asks if any of the boys thinks it would be possible to have a host club in this decade, specifically at their school

at first, most of them just joke about how weird it’d be and that there were hardly any rich students on campus, let alone ones pretty enough to successfully be a part of a host club

but then yuta is like “no,,, i mean we don’t have to be as elaborate as the anime but we could still do things right? like for people who are stressed with exams or who need to talk to someone because they’re homesick and their friends here don’t get it,,,,, and we can get donations and stuff to keep it going. and the more money we get the more fun activities we can organize for students to enjoy,, wouldn’t it be cool?”

so from there, a conversation spurs on and suddenly this thing is actually getting put to work

each boy is in charge of something, whether it’s being a shoulder to cry on and get advice from on (taeyong), a fun, laid back guy who knows where all the cool things to do on campus are (johnny), or a guy who is just a plain pick up line machine (yuta)

they all do something unique and different compared to the other boys and it all just,,, like it just works so well

at first the school thinks it’s fuckin weird and there’s so much they have to smooth out but they eventually end up getting a faculty advisor to look over their activities and soon enough their “host club” is in business

at first, people really don’t know what they’re getting into when they’re invited to the club on campus, only that it’s supposed to be either really funny or really embarrassing

and the boys are just as nervous as the first few students who arrive

but, at some point, something just clicks

there’s this one student who comes to taeyong every week and complains about their annoying roommate and their terrible history professor but by the end of the meeting, they feel so much lighter

there’s another student who honestly just comes to see doyoung bc he reminds them sm of like a goofy best friend who is both awkward and cute at all times and they often just go to the cafeteria and play board games for hours

and there’s another student who is a chinese transfer and finds so much comfort in getting to talk to sicheng in their native language about home bc they haven’t met many ppl on campus who are in the same boat as them and it’s just,,, a blessing

yuta’s crazy, out of the blue idea actually works

and as ppl become regulars, they tell their friends and their friends tell their friends and suddenly they’re really doing something

students who can are sparing a few bucks here and there and when the club pairs up with other clubs on campus, they also get money from the fundraisers they hold selling ice cream or organizing therapy pet meetings during exam week for all the stressed students

a portion of the money that the club gets goes to the members to help with books and other little necessities that they might have trouble paying for currently

now, yuta, like some of the other boys, doesn’t really have a niche in the club

some of them do!! and that’s fine!! but it’s a little disheartening because there’s always that student who is like “is there anyone here who can do [x] for me?” and there will be one of them there and that thing is right up their alley

whereas all the more broad and unexplored requests go to the other boys who haven’t quite established what they can do for their clients

yuta is usually good at cracking jokes and being an overall mood lifter, but,, so is johnny,,,, so is their youngest, donghyuck,,, so is their newest member yukhei

and once again, yuta just feels like he doesn’t know what he wants in life and doesn’t know where he fits in

and yeah, sure, he put together this whole club in the first place, but he leaves management in the hands of taeyong and doyoung and taeil…. the “responsible” ones

yuta was just the “goof”, the “sassy” one, the “greasy” one

he just doesn’t know where he fits….. he feels like a puzzle piece that’s missing its place from the big picture

enter you, someone who was definitely in a similar head space

you weren’t sure what you were doing with your life, if you really wanted to pursue higher education, and your mental health was suffering big time

you were pretty much on your last leg as you tried to figure out whether you should just call it quits this semester and drop out for good or if you should keep soldiering on

your friend notices that you’ve fallen so deep into a bad mood that you haven’t been able to drag yourself out of it yet, so she recommends that you come try this new thing on campus that a lot of students have been talking about

something about a “harem of handsome boys” and “the answer to all your problems”

you seriously couldn’t see how a boy would ever be the answer to any problem but nevertheless u went

after your last class of the day, your friend brought you to one of the empty rooms on the top floor of one of the buildings on campus overlooking the rest of the school

there,,, you hadn’t known what you expected but it definitely wasn’t this

there’s just a bunch of handsome looking boys sitting around the big classroom, one sitting on top of a desk and talking animatedly to one girl about god knows what, another in the back showing a girl some new trendy dance you hadn’t caught on to yet, and another standing off to the side with a kind smile on his face as he introduces himself as jungwoo, a member of the club

he asks you what you’re looking for for the evening, and you have a weird feeling about the way he asks the question but this seems so,,, innocent,,, odd but innocent

your friend nudges you to go on, and you kind of just shrug and tell him you don’t know yet

jungwoo just smiles and tells you that he knows the perfect person for you

and then he runs off to the back of the room, up to one boy who wasn’t talking to anyone yet

he’s got headphones on and the shade on the window next to him is rolled all the way up, letting the sunlight in and it highlights his sharp features and stunning hazel eyes

jungwoo says something, and then those hazel eyes are on you

you barely register your friend leaving, just that her fleeting words are “have fun with him, he’s a mystery”

hazel eyes blinks and then quietly waves you over, and out of instinct you look over to the familiar face of jungwoo to see if it’s ok

the boy who looks much younger in comparison to hazel eyes just nods and smiles that big smile again, waving you over as well

so you make your way over, catching eyes with a few of the boys who were with other “clients” as your friend had called them, some of them giving you a smile and some of them widening their eyes as they watched you make your way over to hazel eyes

jungwoo pulls a chair out for you and faces you toward hazel eyes, telling you to have fun and to talk to him if you had any questions

once he’s gone…. you don’t quite know what to do now

and hazel eyes has no problem staring at you while you try to figure it out

immediately, you decide that’s the first order of business

“so uh,,, i’m (y/n), what is ur name?” you ask, sounding much meeker than you intended

honestly, you were just tired and couldn’t quite believe this was what you were spending your very limited time doing instead of homework or staring at the wall in the middle of an existential crisis

hazel eyes smiles some, “nakamoto yuta, but you can call me later”

it takes you a second to process that he’s just used a pick up line on you,, and a bad one at that

by the time you even get a stunned laugh out of your mouth, he grins wider and you swear that the sun’s light burns a little brighter on his skin when he does, “i’m already taking your breath away, huh?”

“out of disbelief” “i know, right? i’m a marvel. it’s ok, you can admit it” he nods at you understandingly, as if he knew your feelings better than you did yourself

“is this your thing then? you’re the flirty one?” you ask, folding your arms on the desk separating the two of you and tilting your head to the side

the sun reaches you when you do and,, you looked beautiful from across the room but up close

you took his breath away

he has to collect what is left of his bearings, watching you in quiet awe as he thinks of what to say to you in response

there are no more pick up lines or witty remarks up his sleeve all of a sudden

how did you do that?

he finally clears his throat and looks away almost bashfully, “that’s more yukhei’s area”

“then what do you do?”

“uh,,, i don’t. uh. i don’t have a thing”

you hum lowly, “so do you usually get the clients who are indecisive?”

he thinks for a moment before nodding an affirmative

after a small awkward silence, he tries to fill the time you have together, “well, why don’t you tell me about why you decided to come today then? or how you’re feeling? i can find out what to do for you from there”

you try to think about what to tell him, unsure if you should go as deep as to tell the truth but also if you should stay elusive. after all, you had no idea what this club specialized in. maybe it was just for lighthearted interactions between students and nothing more

“i really only came because my friend said i should take my mind off of school stress and well, here i am”

yuta blinks for a few seconds before perking up, pushing himself up from his chair. the sudden movement surprises you, but then he’s walking over to the other corner of the room where there’s a locker located. he pops open the door and pulls out a soccer ball, then turns to you with a grin “wanna play me? loser buys slurpees at the corner store”

your eyes widen in surprise before you decide that you’ve nothing to lose and decide to accept with an added “slurpees and snacks, accordingly”

yuta ends up leading you out to the empty, open soccer field as the sun starts its descent out of the sky, kicking the ball around to you with more force and precision than you had expected

it’s only a quarter into the game when you realize that you are v seriously outplayed and yuta hasn’t broken a sweat

meanwhile you have drowned in your own bodily liquids and are probably watering the grass with it at this point

“you tricked me!” you accuse, breathing hard as you fall to your knees at another goal scored by him, but he just grins and his smile looks more devious out here than it did when you’d first seen it

“i never told you i was bad at soccer, i just told you to play me” “tricked!” “you didn’t ask!”

you rush over to retrieve the ball, wanting so badly to score a goal out of spite but when you kick,,, he just quickly blocks it and gets it into ur goal instead

finally, he decides to pity you and ends the game early with a whopping win 12-1

to make up for completely annihilating you, he offers to drive you both to the store instead of making you walk in your exhausted state and soon, the both of you are perched in chairs outside of the corner store, laughing over your slurpees and snacks and talking about everything that comes to mind, from the strange little trinkets yuta keeps in his car to your ankle socks decorated with little strawberries

the sun has fully gone down now, the night air cool but relieving on your heated skin

yuta brushes his hair back with his hand and takes a long drag from his straw before leaning back into his seat and looking at you, “so, how do you feel?”

you start at the sudden question, realizing that you have no ready-made answer on your tongue

honestly, you hadn’t thought anything about how you felt

the whole time you were with yuta, you just let go. you stopped thinking. stopped feeling. you just had fun

so you tell him just that

“i feel the most carefree right now than i ever have since i started school here”

a look of stupefaction floods his expression, making you shuffle in your seat “sorry, uh,,, was that too much?”

he quickly shakes his head, “no i just,,, uh… i feel the same”

you two just stare at each other like you’d done earlier when you’d first met, bewilderment and curiosity clear in the air

there’s something there, you both note, but what it is is still unclear

all you know is that you felt free, and all yuta knows is that he feels like he might have actually found his thing

he ends up taking you back to the school where it has gotten quite late and all the other boys have finished up with their clients and have gone home by now

yuta is going to wish you a goodnight and get back to his apartment when you turn to him and dig into your wallet all of a sudden, pulling out a few dollar bills

“i uh,, i guess you guys take donations and everything?”

usually, this wouldn’t feel so strange. after all, it’s what the club runs on next to fundraisers and the like

but

between the both of you, it just doesn’t feel right

so he pushes your hand away and grins, “you already treated me to food, silly!”

you look like you want to protest but yuta just smiles and heaves a big breath, “so! i hope i made your night”

you just look at him for a bit before blurting out “can i see you again?”

yuta is taken aback bc… well, he’s never had anyone request that of him before. he never really saw regulars like the other boys, so to imagine that he would have one just boggled his mind for a while

he soon recovered however, putting on one of his carefree smiles, “only if you’ll continue to suck at soccer”

you scowl before breaking out into laughter together, you waving a quick goodbye before slipping out of the car and heading off to your dorm room before the night got any older

and yuta really shouldn’t be surprised when he sees you in their room again the same day next week, hair put up out of your face with a funny looking headband and your body outfitted in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and some sneakers that definitely aren’t made for running around on grass for hours

he doesn’t even get to ask you what the hell you thought you were wearing before you’re slapping your hands together and demanding a rematch for last week

and when he beats you (again), you treat him to slurpees once more

he expects you to really give up this time because now you’ve learned that he was recently attending school on a soccer scholarship and there was virtually no way that you, without any experience in the sport, could pummel him in it only after two matches

but then when he drops you off at the dorms a little earlier this time, your parting message is that you’ll be back for the next match

you meet him six days earlier, then five days, then four, three, two…

soon, you’re popping by every time you have a free hour or two to see if he’s in to play

slowly, you learn his schedule and he learns yours

the boys become well acquainted with you when you bound into the classroom with bright eyes and slightly more sport-appropriate outfits, simply yelling a “yuta, they’re here!” at the top of their lungs

while yuta starts to complain that all your meetings are the same, he does find that he’s having quite a lot of fun playing you

because, and don’t tell him i told you, but you’re getting better the more you play and he’s kinda proud

for those few hours every other day or so, it’s just the two of you messing around and playing soccer with each other

sometimes, you’ll get some talking in when you eat or when you both take a break and fall out on the grass in sweaty, panting messes

you learn all about how he wasn’t from around here, not too much of a surprise to you given his name, but you were awfully impressed with how he spoke almost like a native korean

he tells you about his life back home, about his family and how he’d gotten into soccer from a young age and adored it more than anything

he tells you how he has dreams of his mother’s homemade food and how he and his father message each other everyday about how much they miss each other

he tells you how ever since he changed his mind about his major, he’s felt lost and confused about his place in life and whether he would be anywhere near productive in the next ten years

and for the first time since yuta’s told someone about it, he feels like someone understands him

because you tell him that you feel similarly, that you don’t even know if what you’re studying for now will have any impact on your life in the future. you don’t have a clue what you want to do with your life and you don’t have a clue who you want to be,, but there’s something in that solidarity

and despite how scared the both of you are of your futures, you both decide that no matter what it is, you two can figure it out together

it’s different. it’s…. good. he likes the feeling of having someone understand him. he loves the feeling of having someone understand him and vow to walk the treacherous roads of life together. he really, really does

he also tells you about his funny habits like experimenting with making new foods (that he forces the other boys to eat and then enjoy) and teaching his unsuspecting friends out of context japanese just for kicks

you tell him if he ever teaches you something messed up in japanese you’ll kick him right in his soccer balls

he makes sure not to play u like that

except,,, maybe once

you: hey yuta how do you say “how much is this?” in japanese? i want to know if i ever visit

yuta: ohhh yeah it’s *in japanese* yuta is the best

you:…. did i just hear your name in that sentence

your friend pokes fun at you for going back so often but you honestly don’t care; you like being around yuta

in fact,, you kinda feel weird when you’re not with him

at first you had attributed it to him just having such a way with words that you would end up consumed in trying to decipher him rather than thinking about your day-to-day problems

but even when school stress was low, if he wasn’t around, you didn’t feel quite as peppy

yuta was slowly becoming something like your other half, fitting the pieces of you that you had long thought were missing

you guessed it might not have been the safest idea to start feeling so strongly for someone whose job was basically making people happy, but you felt that whatever you felt with him,, he felt with you

you could see it in the way he looked at you compared to his other clients, the way he would pretend not to light up when you’d walk in the room, or how he would try to prolong your time together in hopes that you’d stay longer,,,, keep your eyes on him more

you just didn’t know what to do with that information, didn’t know how to go about it the right way

after all, he had become someone you didn’t want to lose. if you screwed it up, you would be right back in the slump you were in before

you try instead to push the tumultuous feelings away for the time being and instead focus on meeting him again for your next match

you had managed to win your last two games and yuta was starting to get nervous, wondering if he was either losing his touch or you were just getting too good for him

when you show up to greet him that day, you notice you’re a little early and he’s with a client that had recently started coming to see him lately

she always came before you and always seemed to be somewhat starstruck whenever she would talk to him. you had eavesdropped on their conversations a number of times, so much so that you had enough blackmail fodder for d a y s

you had once teased him asking him why he never talked in such a cute voice to you as he did her

yuta: i don’t act cute for demons

usually, you would just sit off to the side and wait but you’re surprised when you’re suddenly approached by johnny who is grinning and plopping into a seat next to you, greeting you with one of his million dollar smiles “hey (y/n), waiting on yuta?”

you laugh, glancing over in the boy in question’s direction to see him fluttering his lashes at the girl “yeah, waiting on him and his girlfriend”

johnny snickers, “jealous, much?”

you fake a pout and rest your chin on your fist, “oh, definitely. i’m just overcome with the green-eyed monster!”

johnny looks over at yuta again and his friendly smile morphs into something a little sinister as he turns back to you, leaning in closer, “how obnoxious do you think we’ll have to be to get his attention?”

you take in a breath, wondering if you really should indulge johnny just for a joke, but then yuta looks over

and you start to laugh far too loudly as if johnny had just told you the most hilarious joke

you slap his shoulder for emphasis and feel yuta staring at the both of you, a slight pout on his lips as he can’t help but wonder what tf u two are even laughing abt

what’s,,, what’s with that loud laugh huh?? johnny’s not that funny??? you only laugh like that when he tells you jokes!!!!

>:(

you two keep it up well until you hear yuta call your name from the other side of the room and you finally realize the girl is long gone and yuta’s got his jacket thrown over his shoulder (all cool like, bc bad boys don’t wear their jackets apparently) and the soccer ball tucked between his hip and forearm, looking as serious as he ever has (but it’s rlly cute ishfiash)

“are you coming or are you two busy?”

johnny turns to you and tries to muffle a laugh, whispering for you to run along and that his “job is done”

whatever…. that means

you follow after yuta but he’s walking faster than usual, barely giving you a chance to keep up except for when he stops at the elevator

you try to jokingly ask him what he and his client talked about but he just mumbles “it’s confidential”

you can tell there’s something different in the air now and you’re feeling nervous, but you follow him out to the soccer field regardless and the game starts

it starts off fine, but you quickly realize that he’s playing in a totally different state than usual

he takes each shot seriously, seemingly getting you back for defeating him in the last two games

at one point, you guys get close to each other, you attempting to take the ball from him in hopes that you could somehow survive this game with more than two points or else he would totally annihilate you

your chests are bumping against each other, arms stretched backwards to fight the temptation of touching the other in order to get the ball

all it is is quick feet and sneaky steals

every time you steal, he steals back

it keeps going back and forth like that for a while, and you finally look him in the face

honestly, he could have gotten his point by now and finished the game

but,, he looks distracted

the mindless movements he makes prove that

he’ll steal the ball only to let you steal it back

“yuta…” you call his name softly, taking the ball from him once more

he seems to snap out of whatever it is that has him on another train of thought, and when he sees you have the ball, he steals it back immediately, but this time he gears up to kick it into your goal

you don’t know why you do it exactly, but you have to think fast if you want to save your ass in this game

your fingers shoot out and make contact with yuta’s sides and he jolts, breaking into an involuntary fit of laughter as you begin to tickle him

he demands that you release him in between giggles, hands weakly trying to pry yours away

you laugh too and manage to get him away from the ball just long enough to score a point while he’s compromised

yuta suddenly catches your wrists and pulls you into him, finally sucking in a breath as he realizes that you’ve just stolen a point from him. his cheeks are flushed from laughing so hard (or maybe from embarrassment, but he’d never admit to it) and he’s glaring at you, but not with nearly the same intensity as he had earlier with johnny

“you cheated” he breathes, voice low and quiet

you look up into his eyes and start smiling, flexing your hands in his grip and fighting the urge to laugh when he keeps that same hold on you, “you were distracted. i had to get your head back in the game” “you tricked me” “now, why does that sound so familiar?”

he opens his mouth to protest but finds himself speechless as he glares at you,,, and then pouts “is this payback?”

you shrug, “maybe… but why were you so distracted in the first place… you okay?”

he looks you in the eye before dropping your wrists, backing away some

and,, you miss the closeness instantaneously

yuta sighs heavily, and you’ve never heard him sound more upset before

yuta folds his arms over his chest and avoids eye contact, “i,, it’s really stupid”

“it’s ok, i expect nothing less from you” you joke, moving forward and softly tapping his chin to try and get him to look at you. you frown when he flinches away “seriously, what is it?”

“don’t you feel it?”

“feel… what?”

“you know what. just now, you felt it, didn’t you? all i do is move away from you and my whole body just feels,, wrong. it doesn’t make sense to me”

you watch as he shuffles quietly in the grass, face turned down in a thoughtful and nervous frown

suddenly, without a chance to rethink it, you grab his wrists like he had done yours and pull him right up against you, only,, you severely miscalculate his weight being thrown against you in comparison to yours being thrown against him

you go falling to the ground, right before yuta’s quick thinking has him twisting the two of you mid air so that his back hits the ground instead of yours

but again!!!! you two are really good at miscalculating!!!

and without meaning to (at least, not like this)…. your lips collide

it’s rough because of the momentum and your teeth knock together the moment you both hit the ground, but the pain disappears the second yuta hisses

and kisses you again

like you had grown so accustomed to, you get thrown into a world of your own, thoughts of the little things flying right out of the window

all you can taste is yuta’s lips and all you can feel is every nerve in your body going into overdrive

honestly, you wonder why you didn’t kiss him before

god, you really wonder why you didn’t kiss him before

you pull away first, biting your lip as you catch yuta almost chasing your lips and then letting his head fall back to the ground in defeat when you’ve moved out of his reach

“…are you still tricking me? so that I don’t call a foul on that tickling move earlier?” he narrows his eyes some, chest swelling with pride when you laugh again. because you’re laughing because of him

you cup his cheek and sigh, “you saw right through me”

that feeling you have when you’re near yuta seems to just intensify when you two decide to start dating

since yuta is naturally clingy too it just,,, works so well sehfiajsd

definitely the type of boyfriend to always be touching you in some way

sometimes if he’s not touching he’s hovering, for sure

you could just be standing and he’s like. There

the boys joke that he acts like he’s surgically attached to you but when they ask about you he always tries to act aloof like oh,,, them? yeah,,,, i don’t care abt them at all,,, i could live without them,,, *phone rings with ur caller id on the screen* wait shut up the love of my life is calling

always in The mood for some ominous reason

he’s just a bit,, kiss-starved ig

speaking of kisses!!! king of kissing you till you turn blue

he can go for quite a while and he has quite the tongue and i will leave that at that my friends

he’s such a touchy guy but if you’re equally as touchy he? goes into overload?

sometimes he might literally stop kissing you just to hyper focus on you touching him and ur like dude!!! come on!!! multi-task!!!

he blames it on the fact that you just mesmerize him and you’re too flattered to scold him again

;-;

you guys ofc still have your soccer matches, and you’ve gotten quite good

yuta had honestly missed playing between classes and the club and such, so you encourage him to rejoin the soccer team just for fun and he just loves it so much. he really did miss playing like he used to

speaking of the club, yuta is still a member, but it’s pretty clear his mind is elsewhere with clients

eventually, he decides that he can’t devote his full attention to clients any more so instead he asks 2tae and doyoung if he can maybe take an executive position

and they’re like?? uh YEH u started the damn thing lol

so yuta starts helping put together fun little outings and just tries to make the club not only more fun for the clients, but also for the members

and steadily, more ppl start to join!!! and not just boys!!!

honestly there’s a personality for everyone and something that everyone can enjoy

one time you came to visit yuta during the club hours and a newcomer mistook you for a member and started shyly asking jungwoo if she could pick you

needless to say yuta was v amused

“wow (y/n), if you weren’t dating me i’d probably hire u right now” “yuta please evaporate”

but anywho, despite all of this, yuta still hasn’t figured out what he wants to major in and do with his life

but also… he’s realized that’s okay

and that not everybody has life figured out like that

and if he has to take a year off and find something to do until he gets it then he will

and if he leaves school and never pursues it again, he’d be alright with that

because honestly, his fear of not being perfect or the rising star he was expected to be back home can’t overshadow the love he’s received not only from you but also his friends and family. and while everything in this day and age tells him he has to have it all figured out by now, he has other plans

he knows whatever he chooses to do from tomorrow morning till the last day of his life, he’ll make the decision because he wants to, because he loves what he’s going to do, and because his happiness is more important than any preconceived notions of “success”

he’ll be alright, he’s more than loved enough to see the silver lining

#yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #yuta au #college boyfriend!yuta #boyfriend!yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #college boyfriend!nct #boyfriend!nct #nct #majwrites #sbmusings #this came out possibly longer than intended but it ok

[jungnoir]

just to continue off of that yukhei head canon, jungwoo as a florist or part of the school gardening club? thank you :) (also love u so much this is the shy anon who thinks ur ethereal but can not show her love as well as she wants to❤️🌹)

(jungwoo requester) also i’m sorry i never specified what i wanted it as but tbh anything you’d like to do because you’re amazing and i have full trust no matter what you do:)❤️            

a/n: here you go!! my dumb self accidentally lost the first half of this yesterday so i tried to recreate the magic as much as possible. and ok!!! i was super excited to get going on this when i got this message!! i love you too omg and dw!! i’ll make these headcanons to keep up with the bad boy!yukhei ones. I hope you enjoy~ the bad boy!yukhei headcanons in question are here. also, i’ll stop blabbering soon, but i recommend listening to this song when you read this :)

jungwoo got into gardening because of his parents influencing him from a young age

jungwoo’s parents were v v much crazy about nature and grew up in the countryside, so when they moved closer to the city, they severely missed having all that open space and being surrounded by green

no matter where jungwoo’s family lived, they always had a garden and they always employed jungwoo’s help

whether he was carrying tiny potfuls of dirt across the yard or whether he was watering the plants, he was always doing something with his parents out there

as he got older, he started doing more heavy labor

in fact, by the time he was thirteen, he could tell a farmer a thing or two about a thing or two ok ok

also by thirteen, his parents gave jungwoo a small section of the backyard where he could start his own garden

while he loved to plant flowers, he also liked to plant veggies and herbs and the like

he has this cute little aloe vera plant that has gotten quite big recently (!)

he makes a lot of homemade remedies and things

now, being best friends with bad boy!yukhei, he also knows a variety of plants that can be used to treat cuts, burn, bruises, you name it

sometimes yukhei just shows up at jungwoo’s door and his parents are like “jungwoo!! he got hurt again!!”

and jungwoo just quietly leads yukhei into the bathroom, sits him down on the toilet and has a lil upset expression on his face as he treats yukhei’s scraped knuckles with salves that he made himself for things,,, just like this,,, cause goddamn it wong yukhei u are a mess

it doesn’t happen as often seeing as yukhei is like. Large and scares most contenders off pretty easily with his words and those thick eyebrows but sometimes a dude gets a lil brave every now and then and yukhei has to show ‘em a thing or two

yukhei always likes to be cute tho, just to convince jungwoo not 2 be mad

yukhei: u kno,,, jungwoo, ur my best friend :)

jungwoo: unfortunately

yukhei: whenever u help me out like this i just think abt how like,, u and me? we’re an iconic duo u kno???

jungwoo: what

yukhei: ur like the village mage and i’m the humble but emotionally motivated warrior protagonist u kno

jungwoo: yukhei i don’t know what you’re trying to SAY

yukhei is kinda mad that jungwoo doesn’t appreciate his analogies but i mean,,, it’s Fine that’s just the problem with being best friends with the village mage and not sidekick #1

even tho jungwoo acts absolutely exasperated with yukhei and yukhei loves to tease the eldest, they’re both fiercely protective of each other

like yeh yukhei will avoid abt 95% of the fights that ppl try to start with him bc all he has to do is buck up and ppl run but like?? one time a fool came up to him and started talking shit about jungwoo’s gentle persona and long story short yukhei was almost expelled and that aforementioned fool switched schools the following week

Nobody Disrespects Jungwoo In Yukhei’s House

and while jungwoo is definitely not the fighting type (he much prefers using his words to get his points across), he also has done a lot of research and has access to several recipes for poison so like don’t fuck with yukhei is what i’m trying to say

don’t ask why he has those just don’t fuck with yukhei and u won’t have to worry about it

anywho :)

it wasn’t until jungwoo started his first year at school that he realized that he’d always,, gardened by himself

and it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his solitude!! it was just that he’d never really realized that he wanted to share his hobby with anyone until he got to high school

even tho yukhei was his best friend, they clearly didn’t share the same hobbies as yukhei would rather rot inside all day than go outside and “let the sun cook me from the inside out while doing physical labor”

and even though his parents gardened, they didn’t do it as often anymore

so!!! lil jungwoo just decides to pitch his idea to the school about starting a gardening club

at first, there’s only jungwoo so the school isn’t totally sure they should even bother but then jungwoo brings along a few friends who are interested in joining and they let it be

and the club absolutely flourishes over the next four years

it rapidly collects members of all types and backgrounds, people who lived in rural areas and people who had been at their closest to plants in a flower shop

jungwoo is just so bright and friendly and sweet that a lot of ppl join when he asks despite not knowing a thing about gardening

and by the time jungwoo is about to graduate, he’s got such a following and ppl who are just as passionate as him who want to take over when he heads off to college (yukhei told him he better take a gap year so they could go into college as freshmen together but that choice was still pending oops)

the school had seen how passionate they all were so early on and decided to devote a part of the land at the school to the club to do with as they wished, so jungwoo had the great idea of creating a mini garden paradise

they all pitch in to decorate the garden so it has a beautiful stone walkway with trees that line it and flowers planted all around. benches are placed every couple of feet and it is the Perfect place for students to come whenever they feel particularly stressed during the end of the school year and need somewhere that’s just not hectic

the cool thing about this lil garden is that on holidays, they dress it up!!

so for the christmas eve, they string lights through the trees and hang ornaments on them while the school choir sings carols the whole night

and on valentine’s day, they also string lights through the trees but add little foam red and pink hearts to hang from the branches and on each heart, you can buy one and write a name of someone you love

it can be your family members, your best friend, a crush, or your significant other

it can even be ur cat!!!

(jeno has been doing this for the last three years and we’re honestly all concerned he loves nothing else)

the cool thing about these hearts is that you can either write the name of who you love anonymously and hang it on the tree (and whose ever name you wrote gets to take the heart home with them if they’d like) OR you can sign it ;)))

the tradition is, if you sign the heart and that person finds it and brings it to you, that means they accept your confession

despite jungwoo being the key organizer of this v-day event, he’s never participated

however

that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been confessed to more than a dozen times

when his mom saw how many he’d brought home with him since sophomore year she asked him if she could make a collage and hang it up in his room but he was like mom!!! no!!!! that’s lame

so he keeps them all in a shoe box under his bed

and when he feels a little down or ignored, he’ll pull the box out and remember that some people out there like him a lot

there were all unsigned, but sometimes jungwoo would wish that one of them would be signed at least

part of him would feel himself grow expectant every time someone came to his table to get a heart and he’d wonder “is that one of them?” “will they do it again this year?” “is this the year they sign it?”

the other members would often joke with him abt how his eyes would light up when someone would buy one and would always fidget a lil as he thought about all the possibilities

you had joined jungwoo’s gardening club your second year when your counselors started encouraging you to join clubs to meet people

honestly, there were a lot of strange clubs around

you had almost joined the gaming club but then you found out about this school gardening club, and something abt it just,, called to u

your first time you went, you found a piece of paper crudely taped to the door of the classroom they were supposed to meet up in and all it said was “outside”

so, you went outside

and sure enough, in the back of the school in the large expanse of land back there, you found a bunch of students near this garden all crouched down and doing… Something

you made your way over, a little confused, and tapped the shoulder of the person nearest you

they have a huge ass sun hat on so when they turn around, you weren’t really expecting such a,, good looking guy,,, oh. hm

jungwoo narrows his eyes at you, but it’s only bc he has to look up and the sun is getting into his eyes “hello! can i help you?” he asks cheerily, pushing himself up from the ground and clapping the dirt off his gloves

he’s much taller than you expected, so you step back a little and try to remember what u had even came all this way to do in the first place lol

“ah! uh… this is the gardening club, right?”

jungwoo was smiling before, but now he grins so wide that his front two teeth resemble bunny teeth

cuteeeeee

“it sure is~ i’m jungwoo, the head of the club. did you want to join? i promise, you’ll have a lot of fun” he promises this to you and you absentmindedly think that even if he tried to sell you rat poison under the premise it was candy, you would believe him

but this club is rlly candy in this case bc once you’ve told him your name and joined, you find that it’s so much more fun than you had expected

you had really just wanted to be able to tell your counselors you were into something but now,, now u were really passionate about this

something about how jungwoo ran the club made you so interested in gardening

he taught you the basics from the ground up, but it wasn’t super hard???

he was always very simple and forward with what you needed to do, so you had v lil chance of messing up

he was also v friendly and was constantly asking questions abt your life

he always sounded so interested!!! even in the lil things

like what was your last class of the day? what flower appealed to you the most?

he helped you plant your first “honorary” flower as a member of the club

on the walkway, each member gets a flower to take care of up until graduation, after which then the other members will keep it alive to remember them and their contributions to the club

jungwoo just has a lot of sappy cute traditions ok

he tells you that you can plant anything, so you choose the flower you like most and he tells you you can plant it right next to his

even tho… there’s tons of space…. jungwoo…… it doesn’t have to be…. next to yours

this also means that when you all go out to check on the garden, you have to stand right next to him to check on your flower

your knees touch his as you water them together, make sure they’re getting enough light, etc

he always loves to talk to you about the flowers

honestly sometimes he just chatters and chatters and you’ve noticed over time that it’s a nervous habit of his

it was,,, rlly cute

since it was fall when you joined, jungwoo informed you that it was important to care for the flowers so that they wouldn’t be too affected by the weather change

you remembered one cloudy october day when the club couldn’t meet bc of the expected rain storm that evening

you had been about ready to head home for the day when you saw something strange through the windows, where the garden was

there, you could see a very frustrated jungwoo trying to set up tarps over the garden to protect them from the harsh weather

he hadn’t quite gotten it set up right

it was supposed to stand like a small tent over the flowers that weren’t covered by the trees, but it kept slipping off the middle post

rushing out to the patio, you drop your backpack next to the back door and sprint over to help jungwoo steady it

he’s surprised you’re there, but smiles appreciatively and gets back to work hammering it in the ground on the other side

“thanks,,, i honestly thought i could do this myself but i guess not” he rubs the back of his neck and laughs shyly

you just chuckle, “i saw you struggling and couldn’t help but come over”

jungwoo clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “where would i be without you, (y/n)?”

you bite your lip and look away before he can see how flustered that comment alone makes you

somewhere along the way, he’s gotten the tarp set up correctly, so he’s just about ready to call it a day when all of a sudden,,, it starts beating down rain

Hard

jungwoo, in surprise, grabs an extra tarp he’d taken and throws it over his shoulders before coming over to you and handing you the other side

all he tells you is to “run!” and you just start sprinting toward the cover of the trees because it’s the closest thing to you

and,,, you’re standing awfully close to each other

you don’t register jungwoo is laughing until he unknowingly presses his chest against your shoulder, the vibrations from his laughter shocking you out of your concentrated stare on the crazy rain that forced the sky to be dressed in a dreary grey

you look up at jungwoo and find him grinning at you, “why’d you run this way and not toward the school?”

the rain is beating against the tarp despite the tree cover, but it’s not nearly as much like it is out on the open grass

“oh,,, uh,,, well it was closer and.,,, uh,,,”

yeh no u can’t even find the logic in your choice

but jungwoo doesn’t seem so bothered by it

he looks around the garden and sighs, “i’m glad you came to help me when you did… otherwise the flowers would be in trouble”

you just nod, trying not to focus on how warm his skin is against your own

he suddenly crouches down so you’re uneven and you blink at him, “jungwoo, what are you doing?”

“do you wanna run out there again?”

“uh,, not right now, no”

“then let’s just sit here and watch the rain. it looks really nice like this”

to be honest, you couldn’t see how pretty it could really be sitting outside in the rain, but he was also holding one half of the tarp and it wasn’t like you could really leave him like that,,, so u sit down

you both have to cross your legs so the rain won’t get you wet, and while you’re both sitting on the walkway and looking out as thunder rumbles and flashes of lightning show in the distance, jungwoo says very softly “most people don’t like this kind of weather because it’s wet and cold and disruptive… but i find it kind of peaceful. even though it isn’t very nice for my garden, i still like it in a way. it’s like the world telling you to stay in for the day and rest”

you look over at him once more, but he’s focused on the sky, eyes alight with the same kind of admiration that he has for his flowers

he looks captivating

you smile almost instinctively, “a gardener who likes gloomy weather?”

he chuckles, meeting your eyes, “if you know plants, you know that they don’t just need sunshine all the time. they also need rain. you come to appreciate both and set up protection when needed. kinda like people… though it takes us longer to realize that for ourselves in comparison to plants.”

you’re not sure what to say after that, so instead, you scoot minutely closer to him and start to look at the rain through the same rose-colored glasses that he does

you don’t realize how long you’ve stayed out there with him until one of the teachers leaving for the day catches sight of you both and tells you to come inside before it gets too late and the storm picks up more

reluctantly, you walk with jungwoo until you get under the patio and its overhead roof, and when you grab your phone out of your bag, you find that you’ve got quite a few missed calls from your parents

“i really should go, my parents are probably pissed i missed their calls” “ok!! i’ll see you tomorrow then?”

he lets the tarp fall, and his hair is a little mussed from the rain that got on him before you both found shelter

his skin is dewy from the humidity

but he looks just as handsome as he did the first day you met

“yeah… tomorrow… hopefully we don’t get caught in the rain again” you joke

jungwoo suddenly turns bashful, “i… wouldn’t really mind”

that’s probably the day you fell for him tbh

you kept your feelings mainly to yourself, and when you found out about the valentine’s tradition, you thought that maybe,,, maybe you could just get those feelings out and be free of them

so you made your own heart instead of buying the ones you guys were selling and put it up on a random tree when you were sure jungwoo wouldn’t see

only, ,, you had expected to be the only one

it turned out that when you and some of your friends went walking through the garden to see if anyone left any for you, you found the trees decorated with so many other hearts that had jungwoo’s name

yours was the only one that was different

before you could go back and snatch it down however, jungwoo had already found it

“why’s this one look different?” you’d heard him ask his friend yukhei, who had begrudgingly tagged along

“idk dude, maybe they wanted to be special. you’ve got like a thousand fans around this school u know”

you don’t know why your heart felt so,,, pained when you heard that

after all, you just wanted to “confess” and get it out of your system in some way so you could move on

why would you care so much that other ppl liked him too? you couldn’t control that!!

however, you went home with a few hearts that your friends had left for you and decided that you would just leave it at that. the next day at school would be as normal, and you would start getting over your crush on kim jungwoo

except,,, it didn’t happen that way

if anything, the years that dragged on only made you more in love with him

and so, every year, you would leave another heart (always homemade, always the only one of his confessions that was different in some way)

and you never dared to sign them

you would stay anonymous and hope that by the time you graduated, your feelings would somewhat dissipate with age

look bih!!! it’s not working!!!

plus,,, it seems like ppl just keep catching on the longer it goes on

especially yukhei

you had never even talked to the guy but he had caught on to you after the first valentine’s incident almost immediately

he just spotted you in the hall, walked up to you, and said (in a very not subtle voice) “so you like my best friend!!”

you had to shush him and pull him around a corner where there were less students

and he’s just grinning like a fool, “you seem cute! don’t hurt him tho or you’ll wish you hadn’t”

and ur just like ;-; pls don’t threaten me i’m just tryna live my life as a simple lovestruck human being

but then he shakes his head “i’m just kidding, i know you wouldn’t hurt him,,, but why,,, won’t u tell him”

u: !!! i’m fine being just friends

yukhei: LOL yeah no really why won’t u tell him

feeling like you can’t continue to lie, you tell him that you feel like you won’t have a chance, what with the fact that he has so many admirers already and you don’t want to take any chances bc i mean,,, u really really like him

and you’ve already become his friend so why jeopardize that

but then yukhei is like “well,, i understand that much, but i think that you should still tell him. if not now, at least before it’s too late. you’re just going to keep feeling unsure and if you miss your chance, you won’t forgive yourself for that…. i know that it’s scary, but i will tell you one thing and you can figure out what to do with it: there’s a great chance your feelings aren’t as one sided as you think”

then he drops his eyelid down in a wink and pats your shoulder and leaves you like that

yet, still, you don’t confess

at least, not yet

you continue to just be friends with jungwoo and leave him that same unique heart in the garden every valentine’s but that’s it

you continue to keep yukhei’s words in mind, but haven’t yet decided went to act on them

fast forward to graduation, everything is all over the place

ppl are getting ready to head straight off to college, others are planning parties to celebrate, and others are just unsure of what to do

jungwoo knows that he’s going to miss this school with his everything

he’s already crying harder than his parents when he wakes up the morning of LOL

yukhei also comes over early that morning just to threaten remind jungwoo that he should wait for him so they can go to college at the same time

jungwoo: who even said you would get into the same college as me?

yukhei: do you think i don’t have my ways. we’re going to college together you fool

for some reason,,, jungwoo just pulls out the box of hearts he’s received

and he sets out the three unique ones he received

he had honestly tried his best to figure out whose writing it could have belonged to, had tried to rule out ppl who bought the hearts the club made, etc.

he never got to find out

he had once jokingly asked yukhei if he made them for him but yukhei just grinned all knowingly and told him he needed to look a lil deeper

and jungwoo was ???? but really anxious to know

but today was the last day for this mystery person to personally confess, and he felt a foreboding feeling. like it wouldn’t happen

he goes through the ceremony, taking pictures and the works

yet, the whole day, he hasn’t seen you

sure, he’d seen you walk the stage, but you had disappeared into the sea of people as soon as the ceremony ended

he had sent you several messages but you hadn’t answered any of them

he had taken his last pictures with the rest of the club and had elected the next leader of the club in a very emotional goodbye

he decided he would find you later, maybe see you before the day ended after he finished having dinner with his parents

he had one last thing he wanted to do before leaving, and that was in the garden

he looked at it now, a beautiful, ever-growing thing that had come a long way since ninth grade

now he was leaving it, and he couldn’t quite believe it

he wandered down the stone walkway and found his flower, right next to yours

he couldn’t help but snap a few pics of them, sending one or two to you in the process

when he had finished up reminiscing, he found himself just sitting on one of the benches and watching as the wind swayed the branches of the trees, distorting the sunlight that filtered through the leaves

he felt himself quietly laughing to himself as he recalled when you and him had gotten caught in the rain here all those years ago

it felt so far away now

tugging his cap off his hair, he leans forward on his knees and sighs

until something pink appears in his vision

it takes him a second to realize there is a little cut out heart in front of his face, hanging from a red string that dangles off a familiar finger

on the heart is his name, in that familiar handwriting that he had never been able to recognize

and underneath his name,,, it was signed

with your name

jungwoo follows the finger to your face, a nervous twitch in your smile as you hold the heart out to him

“i meant to leave this for you before you got here but… yukhei told me you’d beat me to it”

jungwoo breathes out in disbelief before reaching into his pocket for his own homemade heart with your name on it

“i guess we both have funny timing” you laugh, watching him stand from the bench to take your heart from you

jungwoo blushes, “the fact that we’re both here tells me our timing is good enough”

you watch as he puts both your hearts on a branch next to each other, watching the wind blow them back and forth in the breeze. the strings they’re hanging on tangle and it feels like a sign

he looks at you with that same look he gave his flowers, the same look he gave the angry, stormy sky as it shamelessly rained down on the both of you. his hand reaches for yours

“yeah,” you say softly, letting him pull you closer, “i think you’re right”

jungwoo captures your lips in a small kiss that feels like the last three years of longing finally finding a home

you suddenly don’t feel so bad about waiting for the right moment, because had you not, you might not have met jungwoo halfway like this

and it feels so, so good

also yukhei is totally taking pictures from behind a bush but dw about it

#also anon you're so sweet i can't stop reading ur message asuffijs #jungwoo scenarios #jungwoo imagines #jungwoo au #gardener!jungwoo #kim jungwoo #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #gardener!nct #nct #jungwoo fluff #nct fluff #majwrites #sbmusings

[jungnoir]

SVT Mingyu bodyguard bullet point headcannon pls love you

a/n: actually i love u more and THAT’S THE TEA also i hope you don’t mind this being kinda short!!

honestly who hired this kid

you’re a famous actress working on a new drama and with your growing popularity, you need a little more muscle when you go to sets and such during your everyday life

well, mingyu fit the bill

looks really good in his standard clean cut black suit

unlike the other bodyguards who wear a white button up underneath, he wears a black one because he was eating breakfast tacos on the job and got salsa on his shirt one time

then he panicked and ran to the bathroom to clean it, but then the other bodyguard came to get him because shooting was over for the day so he had to sit in the van with you on the way back to your agency with his shirt balled up in his hands and his suit jacket showing off his bare chest

he honestly was on his way to getting fired that day because of his “astounding unprofessional antics” but you just laughed and asked mingyu why he wasn’t wearing a shirt and when he told you, you just told your manager who hired him that you wanted mingyu as a permanent bodyguard

since that day, mingyu has felt very thankful toward you and therefore works v hard to protect you in gratitude

since he’s pretty tall and well built, he actually can pack a punch,,, but you’ve never seen him actually throw one

he also looks Gorgeous so when people started seeing him around you on set and paparazzi came to snap pictures, they would assume that he was one of the actors on set and more flatteringly,, your love interest

when it got out he was just your bodyguard tho, he actually started to gain,,, fans?

sometimes when he would show up to an event you had to be at, there would be some ppl there just,, cheering for him

at the very first event, they asked him his name and he was just like “oh!! uh i’m kim mingyu!! nice to meet you :)” and now you can always hear a small chorus of “kim mingyu!”s from the crowd every time he shows up anywhere with you

your manager sometimes asks why you’re not put off by the fact that your bodyguard has fans now but you just think it’s so cute!! the way mingyu gets all nervous and waves all cutely at the group of ppl who without fail come to see him at ur press conferences and such

you’re actually the one that convinces him to make an insta and you post a photo of you attempting to take a picture together, but he’s so tall that you kinda only get half of ur face in it

so he opts to take it for u and he takes it from such a high angle that you honestly wonder if that’s how he sees u all the time,,,

he only posts photos off work or when you’re at an event, he’ll snap a pic of you and write a supportive lil caption like “go see (insert drama/movie here)!!”

he gains quite the following just being your bodyguard (even tho u keep telling him it’s because he’s so handsome)

one day, he escorts you to the set of ur drama and the casting people are like hey,, are u looking for a job

long story short, mingyu ends up getting cast as “handsome boy in coffee shop”

his cameo is pretty small as he only plays the random guy who hits on your character for all of five seconds before the main lead comes in and tells him to buzz off

he only has like three lines

your manager keeps making eyes at him behind the scenes telling him not to fuk it up so the whole time mingyu is like o.o

when it’s time to film that particular scene, mingyu is so nervous that he messes up his introductory line and he feels so bad that he just runs off into a spiel of apologies to you all of a sudden

he’s so incredibly anxious and honestly doesn’t know what he’s doing here, he can’t fathom why anyone would think he’d be good enough to be your bodyguard let alone act alongside you in one of your highly anticipated dramas???

so you just take his hands in yours and shoot him one of your dazzling smiles that he used to only see on tv, but this one feels so much more real than the ones you’d usually show in your dramas

quietly, you whisper to him, “honestly, gyu? don’t be so scared. you’re doing really good, okay? just pay attention to me and don’t worry about everyone else. especially not my crazy manager”

somehow,, ur advice really helps him

because for the next take, he’s a lot less nervous and really doing exactly what you told him

almost too well

in fact, when the main lead comes in he’s supposed to switch his attention but,, he’s still looking at you

and you’re still looking at him. you haven’t even noticed that you’re supposed to do your next line because mingyu just looks so,, sweet,,, adorable really,,, why didn’t you notice how pink his lips were before,,, or how bewitching his eyes were?? was that just the makeup highlighting his features or-

the director calls cut really loudly and you and mingyu both break out of your trances

you both think you’re going to be scolded but the director tells you that you guys should keep the prolonged eye contact when the male lead enters to further showcase the lead’s jealousy in the scene

you both are just like ah hahaha cool :))) what just happened btw

when the scene is finally finished, your manager is So eager to yank mingyu off set but you’re like wait!! he needs to go take off his makeup first

and one of the makeup artists touching up your foundation just laughs and says “we didn’t put anything on him! he just looks like that”

mingyu shrugs shyly and lets your manager finally take him away while you stare after him in awe

the artist just grins, “your bodyguard could give anyone watching this drama serious second lead syndrome, and he’s not even a lead in the first place”

all you can do is nod, a little dazed, a little… curious

#write-svt #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu au #bodyguard!mingyu #kim mingyu #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #bodyguard!seventeen #seventeen #majwrites #sbmusings #these were awfully short but ok this was just in my head since the moment i saw this req

[jungnoir]

You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist w/ Wonwoo? this is so him

morning routine;

jeon wonwoo | “You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist.” | 2k words. | humor, fluff.

Wonwoo’s days often went like this: He would get on the subway at 8, read a book, arrive to the city by 8:30, then go to work at the bookstore that he’d been working at since his high school graduation at 9:15. Sometimes he would get on earlier in hopes that he could spend more time reading, but on those days he couldn’t be assed to deny himself that last half hour of sleep, he would stick to the 8 o’clock schedule without fault.

Your days often went like this: You would get on the subway at 8, arrive to the city by 8:30, then wander aimlessly around the city while collecting inspiration for your writing blog. You were a bit of an amateur writer, posting small snippets and prompts to the internet for the world to see. Any ideas that came to your mind ended up there, and you had received quite some praise for your innovative ideas. You enjoyed the love, but you were always striving for more. That meant that if you were going to finally write that breakout novel you always wanted, you were going to have to get started while you still had as much free time as you did. Being a professional book editor was fun and all, but you often dreamed of the day you would be asking someone to do the same for you.

Despite the fact that your schedules matched up perfectly, you had never met.

Whether standing at opposite sides of the subway car or one standing and the other sitting, you two had never crossed paths. Call it the universe’s uncanny timing that the one day you actually do cross paths, he’s holding a book you know all too well. After all, you edited it.

Your eyes sparkle a bit in pride as you examine the boy from head to toe: russet brown hair that curls at the ends around his brows, pronounced nose, rosy tinted lips that pucker, twist, and get gnawed on while he reads. His choice of outfit is a heavily hanging black sweater bunched up at the elbows and jeans that are identically colored. The legs of his pants disappear into a pair of classic black converse with white laces, and you can tell one is double-knotted and the other is not. His full backpack pushes him further away from the back of his seat and, from what you can see poking the fabric at a sharp angle, the contents are even more books. You start to like this mystery boy without even knowing a thing.

The car makes a stop some four minutes later and the old man who was sitting next to the stranger gets up to leave, an empty spot just begging for someone to take it. You make it to the seat before someone else your age can take it, happily trading the handle you were clinging onto for dear life in favor of the seat. The boy doesn’t even flinch.

You watch him read for a few moments before the excitement gets the best of you, “I love that book.”

The boy flinches, evidence clear in his expression that he hadn’t even noticed his last partner getting up and leaving or you swiftly taking his place. You gazes at you in a daze before smiling shortly, “Ah, really? It’s one of my favorites. No matter how many times I’ve read it, when I start it again I just can’t put it down.”

Your grin widens, and while you know you should just leave him to get back to peacefully reading (who knows? maybe this was the only time he got to even settle down during his day), you’re itching to ask him about it. There were seldom chances like these where you saw people reading books you edited, and even less so chances for you to converse with them about it. “I was like that too when I first read it. Who are your favorite characters?”

He blinks, a little surprised you’re still talking to him even after he’s clearly turned away in favor of finishing his book. Regardless, he entertains you, “Ritch and Stenciler.”

“Me too! Though, I have a soft spot for Carolina,” in your head you can picture him saying I don’t care, but if he’s thinking it, it doesn’t show, “people get on her for being selfish sometimes, but I love how realistically the author portrays her. She’s neither totally perfect nor totally evil. She just is.”

The boy seems to light up all of a sudden, and for the first time since you started talking, he actually looks less interested in the book. He gently sets it on his leg and turns to you, “God, you don’t know how happy I am to finally talk to someone who doesn’t completely hate her guts. It gets really annoying hearing the same old criticisms for her character. It’s like everyone got together and just agreed on that one thing to say about her forever.”

It’s probably silly how quickly you begin to warm up to the stranger, but you feel an almost kindred spirit in him. “I’m (Y/N).” You introduce yourself and hold out a hand, that of which he shakes with a soft grip and even softer smile.

“I’m Wonwoo, nice to meet you,” his eyes turn into little slits before he suddenly thinks of something, shifting his body a little more toward you, “You know, everyone always asks about favorite characters, but I never really hear people talk about their least favorite characters. Who are yours?”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you begin to think, the thought having never really occurred to you before. After a few moments of silence between the two of you, you finally think of one, “Probably Dr. Heinsel. That dude is super repulsive.”

Wonwoo’s once energetic smile melts quickly like ice over a candle flame, your heart beating faster as you start to wonder what you’d done wrong. Uh-oh, was it something I said?

“…interesting. Any explanation as to why?” His voice sounds just as welcoming as it had when you first started talking to him and you begin to run over all the logical ways the conversation could have gone this wrong so quickly. He was no longer relaxed, and once the smile left his face, he looked a bit intimidating. It was nothing like his reading face. Not by a long shot.

Clearing your throat, you straighten up too, “Well, for starters, his reasons for wanting to kill the telekinetic twins is bullshit.” “And what exactly are those reasons?”

His clipped tone rubs you the wrong way as you narrow your eyes in response, “Isn’t it obvious? He wasn’t there to save his wife and child from getting killed on that school bus all those years ago, and so of course when he finds out that there were telekinetic twins on that same bus who could’ve, in his mind, been able to stop the bus from crashing, he takes it out on them. He wants to catch them for not stopping the bus crash, but it’s not the twins’ fault for not having honed their powers yet.”

“Uh, no,” Wonwoo doesn’t even wait for you to finish, setting his book beside him as he begins to argue, “that’s not it at all. There’s clear signs throughout the book that indicate that while he was surprised to find out about them all those years after the crash, he didn’t hate them. He was curious! He only got pissed when he tried to get in touch with them about the accident and they tried to swipe his money off him. I mean, how would you feel knowing the only survivors of a deadly crash that took the lives of your family away were telekinetic? They saved their own lives and he just wanted to know how. He had nothing against them until he realized they were using their powers for wrong.”

“They were orphans!” Your voice raises some but Wonwoo doesn’t even flinch, though his nostrils flare a bit, “I’m sorry, “wrong”? They stole food and to live, stole jewelry to sell so that they could keep a warm roof over their heads.”

Wonwoo scoffs, “Oh, so you call chapter five, where the brother steals a purse off an old lady, justified?”

“It’s moral conflict!”

“It’s delinquent behavior!”

“So you’re telling me if you were telekinetic, starving, kicked out from every orphanage you were in because you were constantly being hassled by the media and insane theorists who wanted to know why you managed to survive a heavily fatal bus crash, and had a twin sister you had to take care of because your parents were killed in that same bus crash, you wouldn’t steal from anyone you could to keep the both of you alive?”

“Uh, yeah!”

“What would you do then?”

“I’m freaking telekinetic! I could be a magician, a professional weight-lifter, a surfer- I don’t know!”

“Oh-ho-ho, that’s rich.”

“Do you think the people they stole from didn’t have people to protect and provide for too? Honestly, I’m pretty sure half the people they stole from were only slightly better off than them, and not by much.”

“So that justifies a guy wanting to capture and experiment on them for “the betterment of mankind”, then?”

“No! I just- look, all I’m saying is he wasn’t after them for being literal children and not preventing a bus crash that they too lost family in. He was after them because he felt they were only going to escalate in behavior, which was a very bad call on his part. He was far too aggressive, far too obsessed with picking apart their powers and finding out how they did what they did and in the end it turned him into the antagonist. The guy freaking sucks and I don’t hate the twins for what they had to do, but you have to admit that there was more to his reasoning than just that.”

A ding sounds through the car and you finally tear your heated gaze from Wonwoo’s to look around. With delayed recognition, you notice that you had since arrived at your stop.

You feel a tug in your chest when you realize that this meant you wouldn’t even be able to finish the conversation, wouldn’t be able to discuss the inner workings of the mind the antagonist had in further detail. You wouldn’t even be able to tell him that you had edited that book, that you had spent countless hours considering the motives with the author herself and had drawn that conclusion in the end… granted, on your own.

However, that tug ceases when he stands, face morphing from the irritated expression he’d displayed while arguing with you to a pretty neutral (almost… regretful?) look. He grabs hold of the bar next to your seat and bites his lip, “This is my stop…”

“It’s mine too.”

You stand and grab the same bar, the two of you unable to break eye contact for some time. Then comes his rushed question as the doors nearby open to spill the people riding out of the car, “Where ya headed?”

“Nowhere,” you say breathlessly, and when he begins to back out of the car, you follow mindlessly, “and you?”

“I’m due for work at the Pledis bookstore in the city in,” he glances at the watch on his wrist before looking back at you, “37 minutes. There’s a coffee place inside it, if you wanna head there with me and finish our discussion… that is, if you don’t seriously detest me after that rant of mine.”

You follow him out onto the platform like a moth to a flame, that once building sorrow about possibly losing this enticing stranger forever dissipating with the promise of coffee and maybe more. His blushing cheeks look rather adorable even under the ugly fluorescent lights of the subway station, a feat you have to applaud him for. “You kidding me?” You shoot him a tiny smirk, walking up to his side, “your rant was cute at best. You’ll be crying by the time I get enough coffee and rage built up inside of me to tear you a new one.”

Wonwoo’s eyebrows raise with the challenge and almost like a light bulb goes off in your head, you feel like you might just have a muse for that breakout novel of yours.

#write-svt #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo drabble #jeon wonwoo #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen drabbles #seventeen #majwrites #sbmusings #this fake argument was so funny to write

[jungnoir]

hello god ! eeEe since ur reqs r open nd u reblogged tht prompts list, im gonna request 11 with jinjin (a bit of an oddball req but i trust n admire u to make it wonderful) !! i hope ur writing is going well & tht it will continue to ! ily! -kura

how to train your sanha;

park jinwoo | 11. “You want me to take care of a dragon? Me, the person who can’t take care of a cactus.” fantasy!au. | 2.2k words. | fluff, humor. sanha is a smug lil shit dragon

a/n: “oddball req” KURA THIS IS SO UP MY ALLEY I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE SENT IT TO MYSELF (also I assumed you meant this number 11 and not the other, I’m sorry if it isn’t what you meant!! ily2 keep being a star bc u are). here’s the prince!eunwoo spin off.

“You want me to take care of a dragon? Me, the person who can’t take care of a cactus.”

Jinwoo smiles shyly, holding the leather reins in his hands. Hands that are littered with calluses and scars that guide the dragon who is several tens of feet taller than the both of you combined with gentleness and love, hands that reach out for you even as you can’t tear your eyes away from those of the dragon towering over your head. The dragon’s curious yellow eyes peer at you in curiosity, his white scales sparkling like diamonds and pearls under the winter sun. Even if you can’t decipher what he’s thinking, you have a feeling that the dragon is judging you and it makes you squirm in your spot.

“Don’t be afraid,” Jinwoo tries to reassure you, “Sanha is really a playful kid. He doesn’t wanna hurt anyone.” “He’s a dragon. A sixty foot dragon with teeth longer than my body and sharper than the knight’s swords! And I’ve seen those swords, they’re sharp!” You want to slap the dragon tamer for giggling at you despite this. You really, really would like to smack the cute grin off his face as even the dragon above the two of you seems to laugh at your utter dismay.

“You should be used to that by now, (Y/N). After all, dragons live among us just like all other creatures do. Sanha is like your next door neighbor.” Jinwoo tries to bargain with your logic, that of which feels definitely unchangeable in your eyes.

You snort and fold your arms along your chest, about to shout another remark at the dragon tamer when the dragon, Sanha, lowers his head from where it hovered so far above you. His snout is so long you have to jump back several feet just to get out of the way of it, and then you find yourself staring down the rather large nostrils of the creature in question, each exhale it took like a blast of July air in the middle of this crisp winter day.

“Sanha!” Jinwoo calls the dragon’s name in a scolding tone, “You’re scaring them! This is no way to treat your new babysitter.”

You blanch at the name, utterly horrified, “Babysitter?! I never said yes, Jinwoo!”

Your friend pouts, the upset clear in his sad eyes as he walks closer to you, thereby dragging the reins and making Sanha inch further as well. You keep your eyes locked with the closed lips of the dragon, waiting in anxiety in case the creature would suddenly snap open its jaws and eat you in one bite like the small cakes you would sneak Jinwoo from the palace’s kitchen.

“It’s not like you need to be scared he won’t like you. Sanha loves you already.” “But he’s only just met me…” You frown, looking at him with a stern glare. Despite never wanting to be close to one, you’d had to do your fair share of studying on them as a chef employed by the royal palace. Since Prince Eunwoo often kept company with the creatures in lieu of humans, there were several dragons littered all around the palace grounds. Even if you were never working in direct contact with dragons, God forbid there come a day you needed to tame one.

You had been working at the palace far longer than Jinwoo had, which meant that you were well aware of him before he was well aware of you. The last dragon tamer had retired, having taken care of the dragons since Prince Eunwoo was just a toddler fascinated with them. With the previous tamer’s departure, a new, younger tamer was preferred. In came Park Jinwoo, much smaller than the prince but so much stronger than most people at the court. You had watched Jinwoo prove himself, crowding a group of rowdy dragons back into their stalls without so much as breaking a sweat while most of the court watched in awe. Jinwoo was always impressive with his knowledge of the creatures, having taken care of them since he was younger and living in the mountains with his family.

It was only one night when you were finishing up cleaning in the kitchens, ready to turn in for the night and head back to the communal sleeping quarters for all the staff when you heard a knock on the doors that led from the kitchen to the outside. Knights looking for leftovers to stuff up on usually came in from the castle, not the back doors, and most of the staff had keys. You remembered a sudden rush of fear, followed by your quick reflexes to grab the nearest frying pan and approach the doors with caution. With each step, it seemed another knock came. Surely, whoever was out there could see the light filtering in from the kitchens. They knew you were there, so there was no point in hiding then.

Carefully, you had walked up to the doors and swung one open, ready to beat to death whomever was trying to get into the kitchens this late at night, when you came face to face with the new dragon tamer. Alarmed, he had fallen back into the dirty ground and knocked himself out cold. That night, you would never forget nursing him back to health on the kitchen floor and nearly laughing your ass off when the first thing he’d asked for after coming to back consciousness was “a really big bottle of rum, please”.

From then on, you had become accustomed to answering to the quiet knocks of the dragon tamer at the kitchen doors, always ready to sneak him a few extra scraps and leftovers for the dragons who would often get jealous of Jinwoo’s dinners. You were sure if the prince ever found out what you  up to, he wouldn’t be the least bit upset. After all, if anyone spoiled the dragons more than Jinwoo, it was the prince himself.

Sometimes, Jinwoo would invite you out of the kitchens with him, away to the highest hill outside of the palace where he would then point out constellations with you and talk about his life. In return, you too would tell him things about yourself. He would always say that even with living at the palace, the place placed on the highest piece of land where everyone could see it out of the windows of their stone homes with ease, its view would never compare to that of the view from the mountain peaks back home. There, Jinwoo divulged, was a place where dragons rested often and where you could feel like you could touch the stars. The closer you two had gotten, the more you had wanted to go.

Despite having known each other for so many years, it was always Jinwoo who came to you and not the other way around. Seldom did you ever venture close enough to the dragon stalls in fear of inciting some rage out of them and having them stampede over your soon-to-be limp body. Jinwoo was well aware of your fear of the large creatures, and had always laughed at the fact and never thought more of it… Or so you had naively believed.

For the first time since birth, you were closer to a dragon than you had ever been or ever wanted to be. You did not like it at all.

“The cakes,” Jinwoo says with a matter-of-fact voice, “all those cakes you sneaked me had your scent on them. They all know you’ve baked them, and they all know you’re the one who has been giving them their sugary fill late at night. They quite adore you, (Y/N).”

At this revelation, Sanha seems to almost smile as much as a dragon can. The dragon sniffs the air around you and a grumble erupts in the air, sounding something like a kitten’s purr amplified off an empty ballroom’s walls.

“O-Oh? Is that so?” You ask, suddenly a bit curious. Hey, if they didn’t hate you…

Out of the blue, Sanha opens his mouth and you see two long, skinny tongues dart out before you can blink. You yelp in surprise when the dragon licks at your apron all of a sudden, clearly tasting some of the leftover cherry filling from the pies you’d made earlier that day. It takes you a few seconds to get used to the pressure of the dragon’s tongue damn near trying to knock you off your feet, but after a bit, you grow used to it. However, you still don’t like it.

The air shifts near you and out of the corner of your eye you see Jinwoo move behind you, just as hands fall to your waist and pull you back a step, right into the dragon tamer’s chest. You gasp at the feeling, unsure how to react. You can’t even protest when the dragon tamer’s fingers start to move against your belly button… wait.

You look down and see that at your waist are Jinwoo’s hands, and in between his slender fingers are the ties of your apron. Oh. He’s untying it.

“It’s probably best to just give it to him. It’s really hard to get dragon saliva smell out of your clothes. Trust me. I’ve tried.” Jinwoo’s voice is calm and sweet against the shell of your ear, an involuntary shudder running down the length of your body from your brain to your toes in those hideous required shoes you had to wear for work.

“I-I could have untied it myself, thank you,” you try to sound stern but keep your arms hovering above your hips nonetheless, allowing him to undo your apron from around you. When it is in his hands and not on you, he tosses it to the dragon who now only has eyes for the fabric. Sanha catches it in his mouth and quickly retreats to his stall like a dog with a bone.

“You needed a new one anyway. It was so big on you that you had to tie it around your front!” Jinwoo protests, moving around you to face you. The dragon tamer looks amused, “And don’t think I didn’t see the look in your eyes.”

You freeze. Oh, there was a plethora of looks that could have been shown in the mere seconds Jinwoo had been pressed up against you. Which ones he could have meant were all a wild card to you. “…you did?”

“Yes! You let Sanha lick you and you didn’t scream or run away crying. You’re warming up to him already!” Jinwoo looks extremely pleased, eyes turning into the pretty half moons you always admired with how big he grins. You let out a sigh; it’s a mix of relief and very, very slight infatuation that you hope he doesn’t catch.

He was right though. For the few moments that Sanha licked at you, you hadn’t been so much scared as you were surprised. The dragon had resembled a puppy to you almost; a large, fire-breathing puppy that could probably eat half of an army in one go if he so pleased. A puppy nonetheless.

Sighing, you glance at the dragon and shake your head slightly, “Still… Jinwoo… I didn’t grow up with dragons like you did. I don’t know the first thing about taking care of them.” “You don’t have to take care of all of them, I’m not the only one here. I’ve got some other dragon tamers coming to help while I’m away visiting my grandmother. I just need you to check on Sanha, just for a few hours out of the day, between cooking and such. I’ll be back before you know it and time will have passed so quickly you’ll be in awe.”

Jinwoo, as a comforting gesture, walks up to you and places both hands on your shoulders. He lowers his head some and smiles at you, “I know you’re capable, (Y/N). I trust you not only with Sanha’s life, but my own. It’s only for a little bit. Can you please help me?”

The combination of his smile and his hands on you must have you going crazy, because despite the doubt that piles in your stomach, another feeling altogether trumps it: honor. You’re so very honored to have Jinwoo trust you this much, and the very thought of bringing sadness or worry to the dragon tamer has you steeling your nerves and straightening your posture before him. It’s almost like another you is speaking when you say, “I’ll do it.”

Overcome with joy, Jinwoo attacks you in a bear hug that nearly squeezes the life out of you, though you can’t help but laugh nonetheless. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! You will have so much fun with Sanha, and I’ll deliver you letters via owl-mail when I get the chance to check up on you. This is great, I’ve always wanted you two to get along. I’ll go alert the prince of my departure and then I’ll show you how to care for Sanha, okay? Don’t move!” The excited boy releases you, giving you one last starry-eyed look before bolting off in the direction of the palace.

You’re left winded, a small smile on your face that is covering up a slight grimace. These were the things you did for love, apparently.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and turn your head from watching Jinwoo sprint across the lawn back to Sanha, the canary yellow-eyed dragon seemingly smirking at you from his stall. Your lip turns up into a scowl, “Don’t mock me, you overgrown lizard.”

#majwrites #jinjin scenario #jinjin imagine #jinjin drabble #jinjin au #dragon tamer!jinjin #jinjin #park jinwoo #astro scenarios #astro imagines #astro drabbles #astro au #astro #sbmusings #god u don't know how much i enjoyed writing this one #also this is the last req i'm doing tonight!! i gotta go to the museum in the morning but i'll do more when i get home #!!!