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forhereyesonlyyy · 2 years

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in your head. // weki meki, kdy. // one-shot.

in which you were forced to face your deepest fears the one time you were finally able to fall asleep after an exhausting day. fortunately enough, doyeon was right there to help you through it.

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author's note: happy new year! let's kick the year off with a doyeon fluff! wishing all of us a good start for this year~ let's also manifest an early weme comeback because we all need to see more of them hehe. i hope you all enjoy this!

tags: hurt/comfort, wlw, idol!reader, weki meki 9th member!reader, (mutual-ish?) pining, fluff, friends to something more, nightmares, token tom & jerry members except this one time, anybody else just think and freak out in the middle of the night, and they were roommates!

warnings: none.

"Please get along this one night," Suyeon makes sure to tell you and Doyeon just before the two of you could make it inside your shared bedroom. "I forbid you, both of you, from waking me up in the middle of the night just because one of you decides to be an ass and steal a pillow from the other." And with that, your tired leader drags her feet towards her room, and shuts the door loudly. She makes sure you and Doyeon hear the sound of the doorknob locking.

"Hmph. I didn't like how she was looking at me the whole time she said that. You're the pillow hogger." Doyeon nudges your arm as she steps inside the room. Too exhausted to start another arguement for the umpteenth time today, you walked straight towards your closet and started taking out some change of clothes.

Doyeon does the same, and immediately runs in the bathroom. "Dibs!" She yelled before shutting the door close. You really didn't have the energy to fight over who gets to shower first, so you accept defeat and sat on the floor, patiently waiting for your roommate to finish up.

You pressed your back against your bed stand, and rested your head on the side of your bed. You try your best to fight off your fatigue. There was nothing worse than going to sleep without washing up first.

After years of debuting, you thought that you would get used to all the late night practices, rigorous dance lessons, anxiety-inducing vocal lessons, and the pressure from the general public, but you were so horribly wrong. In fact, the longer time passes, the harder everything becomes. Sometimes it would all become too much and you just wanted to run away from it all, but this was your dream. And it was your members' dream too.

And as much as you would willingly trade Doyeon to Satan himself for a pair of Dollar Store sunglasses, you would also do everything to keep her dreams alive. Those were the things that kept you going. But sometimes, of course the pressure would just be too great of a burden to shoulder, and all you would want to do was lay down and be a normal person for a few hours.

Only a few hours, then you would go back to eager stares, rumors, back-handed compliments, blatant hate, and everyone and their mothers looking into your business. Some dream this is.

You blinked. No. This was a far greater dream than that.

You loved being on stage. Having everyone's eyes and attention on you was one of the best feelings ever. Of course, you would get a little nervous every time you get on for the first time in the day but once you open your mouth and sing, nobody can say that you were the timid airhead member. Perhaps there were people that had a thing or two to say about your personality or how you approach and perceive the world around you, but they couldn't deny that you had incredible talent. And they've only seen so little of what you can do.

Things like this get you excited about your group's future. You knew that you all could do amazing things together, just give it time. We will all get there.

It didn't take long before you started dozing off. The sound of the water running was somehow able to clear your mind, and soon enough you were completely passed out.

"Hey, dum-dum, it's your turn on the show--"

Doyeon feels like she almost stepped on some eggshells when she saw you sitting on the floor in deep slumber. She closes her mouth, opting to shut up and let you rest peacefully this one time. Normally, Doyeon would have sat on her bed, dry her hair, and laugh quietly to herself while watching you sleep while sitting up, but that would have been months ago, when Doyeon had a... much more different perspective on you.

The tall girl bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting back and forth between your figure and her own bed. She was exhausted and she wanted nothing more than to lie down, but instead she approaches you and crouches down. She'll kill me if she wakes up while I'm doing this.

It takes a solid minute, but Doyeon takes you into her arms. She was surprised at how light you were despite your height, which almost matched hers. Doyeon carefully puts you down your bed and she really should have just left you there all alone, but she stays still. She stares at your face, fascinated by your features and how regal you looked asleep. She could only wish that she looked that beautiful while sleeping.

Doyeon's heart rate picks up when she realizes what she was doing, and she quickly stands up, clearing her throat. "See you in the morning when you inevitably yell at me for letting you sleep with your makeup on, Aurora." She says before sitting back down on her bed.

She avoids looking at you for quite some time as she always does from time to time. It became quite a shame, because as much as of an annoyance she was to you all the time, you were quite a sight to behold. Doyeon tried to convince herself that being a brat towards you was just for fanservice, but eventually, that turned into something else. Doyeon relished in the feeling of having all of your attention on her. She loved the look on your face whenever she'd bothered you, it only made her want to tease you more.

But then you'd calm down and do your best to not pay attention to the pain in the ass that is Kim Doyeon, and you'd look away from her. Back then, Doyeon would just be all smug, thinking that she won your daily 'bout' but eventually she found herself to be completely staring at you while you do something else. Doyeon was all too focused on bringing out the less pretty parts of you that she never noticed how well you took care of the members, even Doyeon herself, in your own way.

And how could Doyeon forget the many times she fell asleep on her bed after getting off work and finding her blanket magically wrapped around her? It was you who had always been watching out for her. That was probably how you knew the things that would piss her off when you become the aggressor sometimes.

Thinking about it all, Doyeon sighs heavily. She puts her towel down and once again walks over to your side. She scratched the back of her neck, a blush creeping up on her cheeks before she reaches out to you. Doyeon's hand stops halfway, however, when she saw the look on your face.

Not very long ago, it seemed like you were the happiest napper ever, but now you just looked like you were having the worst time of your life. Doyeon panics. What the hell is she supposed to do?

Someday, all of this will end. All of them are going to move on from it, and I'm going to be stuck begging for the hands of time to be turned back to live my dream for one second more.

Will any of them stay? Haerim-unnie? Hyojung? Soeun?

Doyeon? Will she leave too?

You find yourself in your own version of paradise, a place you've built in your head. It was where most of your happiest, weirdest, and scariest dreams alike took place. You imagined your paradise to be a whole world, but there was really only one place that you were mostly in whenever you dreamed.

It was near the edge of a cliff. There was a big table with nine seats surrounding it, obviously it was meant for you and your members. In front of you all was a view like no other; a whole darn waterfall, which was always shining no matter if it was night or day.

Usually, the seats would be mostly or completely filled with your members, either chatting or bickering or bonding, while you watched them adoringly. But today, the seats were empty because your members had gone up and left. You were watching them leave from your seat, right at the center, and you couldn't move.

Doyeon was the last to stand up. You couldn't tell if she was leaving or staying. You couldn't see the look on her face because her back was facing yours. You watched her figure closely, heart beating loudly against your chest.

Will you leave me too?

As if she heard your thoughts, Doyeon turns her head over her shoulder, looking at you with a pitiful look on her face. You couldn't tell if she was apologizing for what she was about to do, or if she genuinely felt bad for your state. She says something, but you don't hear it over the sound of the waterfall.

Kim Doyeon starts following after your members, and just then, you hurriedly stood up from your seat, nearly pushing it over the cliff from the force. You chased after Doyeon desperately. Somehow, you were fine with the other members going about their life, but the thought of Doyeon of all people leaving you alone... just thinking about it was torturing you.

You stretched out your hand, and just when it looked like you were about to reach her, she just moves so much farther away. You tried to run faster as much as your body screamed for you to stop, but you couldn't go any further than where you were.

I'm stuck.

Eventually, your paradise was gone, and there was only an endless field of nothingness. You screamed each of your members' names, but you only heard it being yelled back at you. The air was still, there were no clouds in the sky— no birds either.

You were alone, and none of them were going to come back. Not Haerim, not Soeun, and not Doyeon.

Doyeon...

You wake up with a deep gasp, startling one Kim Doyeon who had been walking back and forth on the side of your bed for minutes too long.

"What the fuck! I thought you were getting possessed by our sleep paralysis demon! I was about to call an exorcist— goddamn!" Doyeon runs a shaky hand through her partly dried hair. She rambles in a panicked tone some more, but immediately quiets down when you poke her stomach three times.

Her eyes widened when you clutched onto the hem of her shirt and pulled her close while tears formed in your eyes. You looked up at her, and she really was there.

It was a dream. Of fucking course it was, but...

There was a part of you that didn't want to believe that dreams were inklings of what could happen in the future just this one time. But it was all so realistic. It was terrifying.

"Hey, hey," Doyeon's voice wavers when you start crying. You bowed your head down, refusing to let her see your pitiful face. Doyeon starts caressing locks of your hair while you hugged her waist tightly. She takes your hand with her free one, intertwining your fingers. "It's okay, (Y/N). It was just a nightmare."

You calm down soon enough, but you kept your head buried in Doyeon's tummy. You were too embarrassed to let go and act like nothing happened. Somehow, Doyeon doesn't seem to mind.

"Hold on, I'll get you some water, 'kay?" Doyeon gently pulls away and leaves the room. The cold immediately settles on your skin, opting you to wrap your blanket around your shoulders. You hugged your knees and waited patiently.

As expected, dread suddenly starts to fill your head the longer Doyeon was gone.

What if she was put off by the way you were acting? What if she thinks you were weird? What if she doesn't come back because you've scared her off?

What if Doyeon really leaves?

You shut your eyes tight. It was getting ridiculous at this point. It was like your own mind wanted to torture you until you were a mess in the head. Still, you couldn't push away any of the thoughts with positive ones because they all seemed plausible.

Thankfully, your doubts were soon erased when you hear Doyeon's voice from outside. She was bickering with Yoojung.

"You telling her yet?"

"Go to sleep before I pour all of this water on top of your head, squirt."

"Yeah, yeah. You're gonna thank me for encouraging you when you finally kis--"

"Go!"

Doyeon enters the room a few moments later, closing the door with a defeated sigh. You could still hear Yoojung snickering outside.

"What was that about?" You asked, eyeing Doyeon with curiosity. The tall girl stands still by the door, her eyes darting everywhere, before she approaches you with a glass of water in hand.

"Nothing! Just... Yoojung being an ass." Doyeon places the glass on your bed stand, then she sits beside you. You decide not to dwell on it any longer.

You and Doyeon were silent. You knew what she was waiting for; for you to elaborate whatever the hell happened inside your head. What you didn't know is if whether or not she truly wanted to hear it all. Looking at Doyeon now, she wasn't wearing her usual sneer and playful-mocking eyes. Maybe she really did want to know, but how were you supposed to explain it all?

You were never the most open to your members about your inner thoughts after all. In fact, it was all of them that come to you whenever they struggle with something that is too much for them to handle. You were a great listener, and an even better problem solver. You weren't used to being the one who needs the help.

But perhaps that was a problem. Maybe this was the source of your dreams. It was that lack of personal connection with your groupmates from your end. They've reached out for you, showed you their true colors, but they haven't even seen a speck of yours.

"Do you want me to get the water running for you? It takes a minute or two to start warming up." Doyeon says carefully. (Almost stepping on eggshells, once again.) You don't look at her, still deep in thought. (Doyeon bites her nails nervously. She cursed you for not being more of an open book.)

"I'll... get it started then." Doyeon stands up. Within two steps, she reaches the bathroom door. She wraps her hand around the doorknob, and she turns it. You clenched your fists. Now or never, literally.

"You were leaving," You muttered. You were afraid that you were a little too quiet, but Doyeon heard you loud and clear. She turns around, silently encouraging you to continue with concerned eyes. "All of you. Even... God, even Haerim-unnie."

(A part of Doyeon's heart breaks at the sight of the upset look on your face. She knew just how much you adored Haerim among all of the members. I can't imagine seeing the person you basically see as your older sister leave you just like that. Oh, how much Doyeon wanted to take you into her arms and shield you from it all.)

"You were the last. I thought you'd want to stay. It looked like you were going to... but you just left like the others did," Your voice started shaking at the memory. "I tried to run after you all but I was just... not moving. And none of you were coming back. Then I was just alone, and I—" You shake your head, not wanting to think about that nightmare anymore.

"I'm so afraid that it means what I think it means," You looked at Doyeon. You couldn't read her expression, not very well at least. "Are you... are you going to leave me?" You felt ridiculous saying your greatest fear out loud, but it was progress. Doesn't make it any less dehumanizing, though.

To your surprise, Doyeon drops to both of her knees to the ground in front of you. She smiles up at you, genuinely, and takes both of your hands in hers. You've never been this close to her, only during songs where the choreography forces the two of you to be close. You never realized how big and pure her eyes really were. This is the same girl that pisses me off every second of the day?

"I'm really sad that you think we could just leave you all alone like that. I mean, have a little more faith," Doyeon laughs. You couldn't help but laugh yourself. "We all love you, (Y/N). Just because a nightmare told you otherwise doesn't mean it could be true. And don't say anything about how dreams are foreshadowing or whatever because I'll say this over and over again if I have to; I love you, and stop being so superstitious!" Doyeon lightly slaps your shoulder. Her laughing fit stops when she'd realized what she just said, then her whole face warms up.

You pull away from her hands, staring at her intently. (Doyeon's heart drops to her stomach. Fuck. This isn't how she was supposed to tell you.) Doyeon starts panicking again, "I-I didn't mean that I love you like that. Like, I do really love you as a friend, a member, and everything in-between b-but not like that! Not saying that I wouldn't grow to love you like that, but— you know what I mean, right? (Y/N)?"

Smiling, you cupped her cheeks tenderly and leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

(Doyeon feels as if time completely stopped. Her heart blooms, and every nerve in her body just screamed at her to seize this chance.)

"I understand. And I love you too, as a friend, a member, and everything else in-between." You said, repeating her rambling. Although you weren't quite sure if friends held each other this way for this long.

Doyeon reaches up to hold your hands, but she doesn't remove them from her face. She runs her thumb over your knuckles, sending your heart into overdrive. Doyeon boosts herself up and catches your lips with hers, making your hands rest on top of her shoulders. Though this was completely unexpected to you, you accepted her affection, and didn't dare to pull away.

Someone you didn't expect to feel this way for you was indeed Doyeon, but maybe you should've seen it coming. You've seen all the hints but failed to put it all together. It now makes sense why she has been going easy on you with her teasing lately, how she has been lingering closer to your side, and how you would sometimes catch her staring at you with entranced eyes. You smiled into the sweet kiss, you didn't know Doyeon could be so cute when she crushes on someone.

"What's so funny?" Doyeon asks when you part shortly, catching your breaths.

You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and adore her for a few seconds. Doyeon really is beautiful.

"You." You replied. Doyeon raises an eyebrow, but you shake your head. You cup her cheek and swoon at the way she closes her eyes and leans into your touch. God, she could have your whole heart right there. You slowly swipe your thumb over her lips.

"You know that was my first kiss?" Upon hearing the fun fact, Doyeon's eyes snap open.

"You're joking," You shake your head again. Doyeon's eyes only widen in bewilderment. "No way! But you've always been so cute!" The tall girl exclaimed.

You grinned, "Thank you. But I guess I just wasn't... kissing material for everyone."

Doyeon softly smiles, "Well, I'm honored to be your first kiss." She giggles and places a quick peck on your lips. "And second."

You lean in and kiss her properly. (Doyeon was pleasantly amused, and suspicious. Because how could you be so good at kissing already?!) When you pull away, you could feel Doyeon's adoration for you through her eyes and your chest warms up. "Third." You whispered.

(And hopefully your last.)

"Don't go anywhere, okay?" You say as you approach the door to the bathroom. Doyeon was now sitting on your bed, half tucked in while holding one of your books on her lap.

"I won't," Doyeon smiles endearingly at you. "I promise."

And you believe her.

When you come out of the bathroom after the excrutiatingly long time it took for you to dry your hair, Doyeon was still on your bed, waiting patiently and surprisingly invested in the book she was reading. She closes it once you join her on the bed, and almost automatically, she leans closer to you.

"Ready to sleep?" She asked. You nodded, and she turns off the lights.

Doyeon threads her fingers through your hair again, and you can't think of anything else that brings you a sense of comfort and safety. Immediately, your eyes start getting heavy and even more when Doyeon completely wraps her arms around your figure.

Doyeon kisses your forehead, and you fall into a comfortable sleep.

You were in your paradise for the second time that night. This time, the events were so much more different.

You were approaching the cliff where all of your members were gathered. You watched them as they chatted amongst themselves. You wanted to join them, but you hesitated.

Do they even want me there?

As moved to step away, one Kim Doyeon stands beside you and takes your hand. "Let's not keep them waiting."

Doyeon leads you towards the big table, and the way she held your hand tightly assured you that she, as well as your members, will never leave.

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nctsjiho · 3 years

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Resolve [Part 2 of ‘Explode’]

Click here for part 1

warnings: none, it’s just a bit longer and the angst of part 1 continues so...

❀ Taeyong decides it’s time for Dream and JiHo to make an end to their fight

JiHo had spent the night over at WayV’s dorm. The chance of seeing Haechan after practise had ended wasn’t one she was willing to take. Johnny had sent Haechan over to the Dream dorm since he wanted the boys to reflect on what they had done and find a way to fix it. He was also slightly agitated and didn’t want to risk yelling at Haechan if he started whining.

A bit after JiHo had left the practise room, the dance instructor came back and had asked where the girl was and why everyone was looking so down. Doyoung had to explain the whole situation which brought the mood down even more. The rest of practise was a nightmare. It felt like it was never going to end. It also made some of the boys realise how JiHo not being there didn’t make much of a difference visually. Realising how JiHo literally wasn’t in any of the unit groups besides the OT24 group dance and some B-tracks which were never going to be performed live. But not having her there did still hurt, it just didn’t feel right.

Mark had checked up on Dream before heading back to his dorm. They all seemed to be coping with the aftermath differently. The unit’s leader wanted to help, but he also knew the boys were old enough to figure it out by themselves. This wasn’t just a small fight and he didn’t want to get too involved.

At WayV’s dorm things weren’t much better. JiHo had found her place in Ten’s bed, the older boy coming to check on her every so often. She didn’t really talk and at a glance she looked like she was going to be just fine, but the next morning she looked horrible. She didn’t get a wink of sleep and Ten knew, but whenever he tried talking to her she just shrugged him off.

They had breakfast together, Lucas and Yangyang trying to cheer her up with some jokes and when she finally smiled for a second the taller one didn’t hesitate to attack her with a hug. “JiHo please talk to us.” He whined burying his head in the crook of her neck. The girl just sighed and continued playing with the food Kun had prepared for her. “Lucas, let her be for a second.” The oldest said patting Lucas on the shoulder. “Please eat something okay? You haven’t touched any of your food yet.” He tried to coax her into eating and she just nodded before taking her first bite.

There were two options: One, have Dream and JiHo fix their problems on their own accord and suffering the possibility that the fight would not be resolved for months. Which would in turn take a toll on their practise and sabotage their comebacks, team work and a lot more for the whole group. Or two, do like they always have. Involve themselves in their problems to try and fix it as a whole group.

As all of NCT gathered in the practise room, Taeyong had made the choice by himself. Mark had noticed someone wasn’t there yet. “Where’s the choreographer?” He asked and everyone started to notice as well. “He’s coming in 2 hours.” Taeyong said walking to the middle of the room. “Why are we here then? I could’ve gotten at least another hour of sleep.” Lucas whined which earned him a slap to the arm from Kun. “Sit down kids, we have some work to do.”

Everyone had gathered around Taeyong in a circle, all clearly confused. He then looked at the Dream members who all looked like they either had been crying for hours last night or if they just rolled out of bed after a horrible night of sleep. He motioned for them to sit in the middle of the circle with a finger. They all hesitantly moved over to where Taeyong pointed. The leader’s gaze than settled on JiHo, who surprisingly looked a lot less dead. Taeyong however knew she wasn’t doing so hot because of the updates he received from WayV ever since she decided to sleep over at their dorm.

Without having to say anything she sat down facing the Dream members, her eyes holding no emotion. “Isn’t this a bit unfair? 6 against 1?” She chuckled sarcastically. Taeyong rolled his eyes. “I think what’s unfair is that the fight between the seven of you is bringing down the whole team. Don’t you agree?” JiHo wasn’t one to raise her voice but the leader’s words just didn’t sit right with her. “Excuse me? You act like I did something wrong. I’m the one who got accused for something I didn’t do! I’m the one who had 6 people screaming at me, acting like I’m the bad guy here! And I saw it in your guys’ eyes yesterday that you were starting to think it was true! I-” She stopped herself when she noticed what she was doing. JiHo had stood up and was yelling at their leader, everyone shocked at the sudden (but not surprising) outburst. “I’m sorry.” She gritted her teeth before sitting down again.

Taeyong had to admit that it was wrong of him to act the way he did. JiHo clearly didn’t do anything wrong, but just because this was now a known fact and the misunderstanding had been cleared up, didn’t mean that the conflict was solved. There was still a lot of tension between the two parties and it wasn’t going to get better if they didn’t address it.

“JiHo we’re sorry-” Renjun started, but Haechan quickly interjected. “It’s all my fault. I just heard you talk to Johnny and heard Jisung’s name and then you started talking about a maknae and I just jumped to conclusions, I shouldn’t have. I should’ve asked, but I was too mad...” JiHo couldn’t make eye contact with any of the boys. Jisung spoke up. “I do trust you JiHo, it’s just that-” “How could you say that if you just believed Haechan anyway? You should’ve asked me first.” It was the first time JiHo’s voice had given in. She sounded so hurt and it made all the members feel horrible. “I know... I didn’t believe Haechan at first, but he also wouldn’t lie to me so I felt conflicted.” It was silent for a bit.

“I just felt like no one was on my side. At least you guys have each other...” The older boys couldn’t watch this anymore, it was such a stupid thing to fight about but the implications were so much more serious. The lack of trust, feeling lonely even while having so many people around. “JiHo, you know I knew the truth.” Johnny spoke up. She didn’t dare to look at him. “We didn’t know that you felt that way.” Jaemin added. “But you just got mad at me without telling me why. Starting to ignore me and look at me like you hated me, and no one said anything. And I know it was so obvious that there was something going on but no one tried bringing it up. You all just waited for someone to explode and for us to start fighting.” JiHo was now talking to the older members. “I- I don’t know, I just felt like I wasn’t part of NCT anymore-” With that Haechan, Jisung and Renjun started bawling their eyes out. The damage they did was even worse than they initially thought. “Don’t say that.” Renjun’s voice hitched. He inhaled deeply after each word as if he forgot how to breath.

The other boys had to do everything they could to hold themselves back from going to comfort the younger members, they still had to talk everything through. Some of them even started crying themselves, wondering how it had gotten so far that one of their members didn’t feel like part of the group anymore.

“It’s almost obvious SM doesn’t want me to be in the group anymore. But I couldn’t help but feel like you guys didn’t want me either after what happened yesterday.” The girl had yet to cry even though she sounded so close to breaking down. She had never cried in front of everyone before, always showing her strongest side.

A quivering call of her name left Jisung’s lips. He called out for his precious noona, asking what he could do to make her forgive him. The room stayed quiet for a while, everyone anticipating JiHo’s answer, but it never came. Haechan looked at her with hopeful eyes, moving closer cautiously before resting his hand on hers situated in her lap. Her breath hitched and her body jerked slightly at the sudden touch, causing everyone else to jump a little as well. “I’m sorry you couldn’t trust me-” She choked on her own mixture of words and tears. Haechan immediately pulled the girl into his chest, stroking the girl’s hair as he desperately rambled to her. “It’s not your fault”, “I’m sorry”, “I should’ve talked to you”, “Please don’t leave us”. The sentences became a jumbled mess between his painful cries.

It had become too much for everyone. They were either fighting back tears or openly crying, excusing themselves from the room. Taeyong looked down at the mess he had made, but when he saw all the Dream members surround JiHo and Haechan to apologise and tell her how she was in fact a member of NCT and nothing was going to change that, that’s when the leader realised it might not have been so bad after all. The girl had finally opened up and though just this moment alone wasn’t going to solve everything, at least they knew how she felt and it was a great starting point.

Jisung had taken JiHo’s hands in his holding them tightly as he apologised through tears. She gulped at seeing the younger boy like this and pried one of her hands out of his grip. This caused Jisung to let out a sob as he looked at the girl with a shocked expression, mind racing again with the thought she was still mad at him. She quickly placed her hand on top of his own, her thumb caressing the top of his wrist. “It’s okay Jisung-ah. I would never talk bad about you okay?” She looked at him with red cheeks and teary eyes, still trying to stay strong. He nodded quickly just staring back at her, still apologising.

An hour had passed with the younger members talking things out a bit more, JiHo still felt hurt by their actions the day prior, but she also understood where they were coming from. Dream really cared for each other so it was nice to see them have each other's backs. Jisung had now glued himself to the girl, following her closely everywhere she went until Taeyong had called her to talk for a second. He had to clarify to the youngest that he meant talking to JiHo in private, which caused him to hesitantly walk away.

“I’m sorry JiHo, I didn’t mean to make it look like you caused the fight. I also didn’t mean things to become so messy and most importantly make you feel like you weren’t part of NCT. I did a horrible job as a leader-” The girl interrupted him with a hug, knocking the air out of his lungs. “I know you didn’t mean it. I should’ve told you how I felt earlier. But everything is going to be fine now. Okay?” Her whisper made him feel so much more calm. “Okay.” He answered placing his arms over her shoulders and pulling her closer.

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flooffybits · 3 years

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If You Can Hear Me

Idol: Dreamcatcher

marshmallow: Helloo, can I please request a Dreamcatcher 8th member scenario where reader has a rough past and is going through a lot, and the members know it. But instead of worrying the others, she writes all of her emotions and stories into multiple songs without then knowing. But when she left her laptop, the curious members take a look inside and are amazed at how beautiful the songs are. Thank youu.

Warning: mentions of depression

☕buy me a coffee☕

Gahyeon quietly padded outside her and Handong’s shared room, only to sleepily enter yours and Yubin’s. Seeing the two of you still fast asleep, she silently made her way over to your bed, glad that you didn’t have the top bunk as she wordlessly joined you in bed.

The sudden movements caused you to groan before you looked down to see a mop of dark brown hair all over your chest. Adjusting your position and reaching to push the latter’s hair away, your bleary eyes soon make out the maknae’s features before letting out a breath.

“Gahyeon?”

But the younger girl only grumbled as she buried her face into your neck, giving you no proper reply before you heard her silent snoring. And due to your tired state, you simply adjusted the sheets around you before going back to sleep, this time with a clingy and tired baby in your arms.

The next time you wake up, Minji is giving your shoulder a little nudge with a bright smile adorning her features. "Good morning!" She greets and you blink a few times before yawning, stretching your arms in front of you before you realize that Gahyeon was nowhere to be found.

Instead, Yoohyeon had taken her place.

“I thought Gahyeon was here.” You mutter while rubbing your eyes, though your other arm draped loosely around the snoring puppy. Minji chuckled before she placed a kiss on the top of your head. “She got up a while ago. Yoohyeon, I’m not sure when she came here.” Your leader explains and you can only nod your head, because this wasn’t exactly anything new to you.

Lightly tapping her back, you make sure to wake Yoohyeon. But when she refuses to get up, you merely move her so that she’s laying in your bed instead and Minji watches with amusement swimming in her eyes before stepping back and heading for the door. “You have a schedule after lunch. Don’t forget.”

You lay there for a few more moments, waking yourself up, before finally moving to stand, stretching your arms over your head and letting out a sigh. When you look back at Yoohyeon, you let out a small sigh before reaching to pull the covers over her so she was more comfortable, fixing one of your pillows so she would cuddle that instead.

Peeking at the top bunk, you smile when you see Yubin fast asleep, knowing she had stayed up much later than you. You reach to gently pat her head before heading to the bathroom so you could freshen up for the day.

When you reach the living room, you’re not too surprised to see Siyeon, Gahyeon, and Minji already up and about. And it doesn’t take long before Bora comes to join you, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she greeted you with a good morning.

“What time are you heading out, unnie?” Gahyeon asked while munching on her pancake and you check your phone for the time. “Well, hopefully after eating. But considering the traffic, I just might have lunch after my schedule.” You explain, making Siyeon pout as she shook her head. “You have to eat properly. We don’t want you getting sick.” She scolds lightly.

“Siyeon is right. You haven’t been eating much, lately, and we’re close to having another comeback.” The leader stated softly and you purse your lips slightly. “I’ll prepare something for you, so promise me that you’re going to eat at least on the way to the location.” Bora seemed to have sensed your hesitance, and seeing the look on your face, she decided it was best not to point it out, and instead decided to compromise.

Your shoulders visibly relaxed and you eventually nodded your head. “Okay.”

The four exchanged looks before letting the tension eventually pass and Bora was soon working on getting your lunch ready. And when Yubin woke up, she had silently joined and helped the older woman in preparing your food when she found out what the other was doing whilst Handong joined you in picking out your outfit.

“I’m worried about her.” Minji breaks the silence a few minutes after you had bid them goodbye and exited the dorm. “Why?” Yoohyeon asked when she began to fill her plate with her own food.

“Unnie has been withdrawing from us a lot more.” Gahyeon says with a frown, voicing out what was on the majority of their minds.It was no secret to them how you were struggling with certain things. While you often portrayed yourself as a calm and collected person in front of the audience, the girls knew more than that facade and how your demons were much louder than the screaming of the crowd during your performances.

You just had a great way of keeping them under wraps.

“Has she shown any signs of it getting worse?” Handong asked your roommate and the younger woman shook her head. “Unnie’s just been quieter than usual. She’s been writing a lot, too.” Yubin answers when she recalls how your conversation at night gradually decreased and you had resorted to writing in your notebook or laptop.

“Has she mentioned anything?” Minji asks carefully, only to receive another shake of the head, and that was worrisome enough on its own. Without having much of an idea what was bothering you, none of them knew how to help or what to do.

“I wish she didn’t feel like she can’t come to us.” Siyeon quietly mumbles while leaning against Bora’s side and the older girl nodded her head. “I just hope we can help her; make her feel less of a burden.” The dancer mumbled softly while she gently patted Siyeon’s hair.

Not wanting to worry further, the girls decided that it was best to end the discussion there, though they do promise to do the best they can to make sure to help you in any way possible.

“Are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Yubin asks when she watches you getting ready to leave, somewhat in a hurry. “I’ll be fine, Dami. I promise I’ll be home with all of your favorite snacks and drinks.” You reply, checking your wallet and then shoving it inside your pocket before putting your coat on.

“Stay safe!” Bora calls out to you when you open the door, struggling to put your shoe on and making Gahyeon laugh at your slightly clumsy display. “You have a curfew!” Siyeon adds and you look at her over your shoulder, causing Yoohyeon to crack up this time, before shaking your head.

“See you, love you!” You tell them right before shutting the door and the girls are once again left without you.

Yubin sat by the stairs that led to her bunk and she swung her legs a bit while observing your shared room. It was neat like always, remembering how you wanted to keep the room tidy for the two of you, knowing how Yubin wasn’t exactly too comfortable with a messy room.

Though when Yoohyeon comes inside to check on her, she’s not too surprised when the girl knocks over the pile of clothes you’d left on your computer chair, probably planning on cleaning that up when you return.

“It wasn’t me!” The taller woman immediately shouted before scrambling to pick your clothes off the floor and Yubin sighs before hopping off her bed and then helping her best friend clean up the mess she created.

“What did you do this time?” Handong asked while peeking inside the room and Yoohyeon pouts when she folds the shirt in her hands. “I swear, it was an accident.” The Chinese woman playfully rolled her eyes. “It’s always an accident with you.”

While the pair was busy arguing, Yubin silently placed your clothes back on the chair, only for her to notice how you had left your laptop on when she saw the light near the power button still on. It made her smile a bit with how your urgency had caused you to forget some things, so she moved to turn it off.

But as the screen came to life, she was surprised to see your notes open with various words and phrases written in them. Yubin knew that you often wrote, but she didn’t think you had turned your thoughts into songs, seeing as you’ve never shared anything about song writing.

She knew that it was wrong to snoop through your things, especially ones as personal as these, but each line written captured the emotions she didn’t think she’d find from you made her read more and more of what there was on display, and her silence was soon noticed by the other two.“Dami, what’s that?”

Yoohyeon’s brows pinched together before she and Handong locked eyes for a brief moment, and then moved to stand behind the younger woman, checking to see what had her so distracted.

“This is…” Handong’s eyes widened a bit when she realized what it was she was reading, but much like the other two, she found it difficult to tear her eyes away, too.

The three of them spend longer inside your room and the rest of your members start to wonder just what it was they were doing. So when they go to check, they’re all surprised to see the three still huddled in front of your laptop.

“What are you doing with unnie’s laptop?” Gahyeon questions as Siyeon purses her lips. “What’s wrong?” They spot the tears Yoohyeon was desperately trying to wipe away when she read more of your songs, but it was all in vain.

“I didn’t know it was this bad…” Yubin quietly muttered to herself, but it was loud enough for everyone else to hear. “What’s bad?” Bora asks curiously when she lightly patted Yoohyeon’s head in comfort for whatever it was that had her looking so upset.

But Minji speaks before anyone else answers. “You shouldn’t be looking through Y/n’s stuff like that.” She says sternly, but even with that, she admits that she’s just as curious as the rest of her members. “I know but… you have to see this.”

The four newcomers exchange looks and, eventually, they take a quick peek at the currently opened file, but Minji was far more reluctant due to the invasion of your privacy, but seeing the way her members’ expression shifted, her curiosity eventually got the best of her and she walked over, noticing as Siyeon wiped a tear away from her cheek before she took a seat.

Minji wasn’t sure what to expect when she viewed the screen, but as she let out a slow exhale, she let her eyes scan through the contents of your most recent work and it was then she understood what had caused two, now three, of the members to tear up. She felt herself choke up with the message left in your words.

Do I have to keep pretending?

Or is an echo all I’ll ever be?

Tell me could you really love me

When I’m nothing but a shell of someone I can’t be

When she sees the next one, it’s only then that she notices that there are dates on when you started each song and notes on when you had updated them. The next one was a newer work compared to the one she read earlier.

Now it’s not too late

I only have you, save me now

Tell me if you can hear me

Please come and let this nightmare end

She couldn’t finish the whole song, tears blurring her vision before she carefully shut your laptop and pushed it aside, making sure that it would be in a safe place on your desk, before she got up and faced everyone.

“We’ll talk later.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but given what they just found out - what you felt, they all understood and each departed for their own rooms to think and reflect on what they could do before you arrived home.

Trudging up the stairs to your dorm, you let out a heavy sigh, hoisting the bags you had that contained the girls’ food and drinks like you promised before leaving. You were exhausted after meeting with your parents, both physically and mentally, but you were just glad to be back home with your members.

Balancing the bags with one arm, you unlock the door and head inside, kicking your shoes off before you ventured further inside, only to frown at the silence that enveloped your usually loud and bright home.

“Guys?” You call out, confused by the lack of people, but the only person you notice is Minji, who was sitting in the living room with a contemplative look on her face and you slowly put the bags down.

“Unnie, where are the others?” You ask her, noting her silence and the unusual blank look on her face. It worries you, so you look around, only to see everyone’s doors are closed.

The unease builds in your chest, but you push forward as you take a hesitant seat across the older girl. “Is everything okay?” You ask carefully, and she finally lifts her head, surprising you when you see her slightly reddened eyes.

“Y/n, I want you to be very honest with me.” Her voice is like a plea, and her words make you antsy but you nod either way. “Of course, unnie.”

Whatever it was that was upsetting her involved you, you assume. And judging by the lack of your usually loud members, you think that they’re aware of what the problem is.

“Are you happy?”

The question catches you off guard and your eyes snap to your leader’s face, wondering if this was some sort of trick question, only to see nothing but desperation and sadness etched on to her features.

But still, the question makes you go quiet and your hands rest on your lap.

“I...” She licks her lips, almost as though bracing herself before Bora opens the door to her and Yoohyeon’s room. “Jiu wanted to say, we saw some of the things you wrote.” She explains despite the look her friend gives her and Yoohyeon quietly shuffles out of their shared room.

“We understand that you’ll be upset, but we have been trying to understand what was going on with you.” Minji sighs, seeing no more reasons for hiding. “We know that you're dealing with so much, but recently we’ve been feeling a little out of loop, and we had no idea how to help.” Yoohyeon elaborates with a nervous look in her eyes, still feeling guilty for having gone through your personal documents.

The next door to open is Siyeon’s and then Handong and Gahyeon’s. Yubin doesn’t wait either because she’s soon out of your room and joining you on the couch.“We’re asking this time… are you happy?”

You look to each of your members faces, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events that you feel a lump forming in your throat.

It was true that you had been suffering from depression, but you chose to keep that confidential and refused to let it be known to the public, but the girls knew.

They saw you every day and they could see it whenever the thoughts and whispers got a little too louder for you to handle. And while you would confide in them the first few months, everything felt much heavier for you that you felt like you were holding the team back.

“I… I don’t-”

“We won’t be upset, Y/n. Whether it’s a yes or no, we understand. We just want to help you.” Handong says softly when Yubin carefully reaches for your hand and slowly laces her fingers with yours.

You pause, your gaze falling to the floor as you gathered your thoughts before the weight of the past month finally settled on your shoulders. You’ve been busying yourself ever since your parents decided to come and visit you that you didn’t have the time to properly assess the situation.

You so desperately tried to throw it out of your mind, but now as your members finally sat you down and asked you how you felt, you could actually feel the weight crumbling down on you that it was nearly suffocating.

Arms are quick to envelope you from behind and the scent of Siyeon’s shampoo greets your nose. She doesn’t say anything, but it’s clear what her intentions were.

“I want to be…” You mumble quietly, squeezing Yubin’s hand when Siyeon rests her cheek on the top of your head. “There’s a lot that I want to just… shut out, and I can’t seem to do it and everything just piles up that I don’t know what to do or where to go.”

The crack in your voice resembles the ones in their hearts at the sound of it.

“You’ll always have us, unnie.” Gahyeon quietly tells you as she rounds the couch and sits on the opposite side of Yubin. “Gahyeon is right. You have seven people waiting for you and ready to catch you whenever.” Bora tells you with a kind smile, reaching to wipe your tears and cupping your cheeks.

“If you decide that you need a break and just breathe, we’ll be here to help you. You can lean on us if you feel like it’s too much for you. And if you decide that a… h-hiatus is what’s necessary, then we can respect that, too.” Even saying the word had left a sinking feeling in Minji’s stomach, but it was your well-being she wanted to prioritize before anything else.

You look at your leader and chew on your lower lip as your members could all see the conflict on your face.

While they didn’t like the idea of a hiatus, they understood that it may be what you needed the most right now. But that decision was mainly up to you and they could only support you whether you wanted to push through with it or not.

However, you don’t think that you were willing to give up after how far you’ve come. After everything you’ve been through, you doubt that you could actually pull through without your members by your side.

They’ve helped you become the person that you are now - cheered you up and encouraged you when things seemed hopeless and you were left with nothing but the harsh criticism of your family along with the nasty comments left by people online.“I don’t want to go on a hiatus.” You shake your head. “Things are hard, I know, but I don’t want to just throw in the towel after all that we’ve been through, especially when we’re scheduled to start for the next comeback.” You tell them when Gahyeon places her hands on your other arm.

Yoohyeon purses her lips together, tears already in her eyes before she’s blinking them away the best she can. “You don’t have to push yourself because of that, everyone will understand!” She exclaims and you shake your head once more.

“I’m not doing it for them.”

They pause at your words and Yubin feels as you hold her hand tighter in your grip. “I don’t want to keep doing this just because of them. I want to do this because it’s me, because I want to prove to myself that I can keep going and that I can make it.” You explain with a determined look in your eyes, that despite the dullness in them due to your exhaustion, there was still a little bit of spark that just needed more room for it to reach its full potential.

“Are you sure?”

You pause for a brief moment, but when you look back up, you offer them a smile. “Do you think I can show them some of what I wrote?”

That was enough of an answer that had all of them smiling, pride swelling in their chests as you all soon prepared for the upcoming comeback.

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purpleyellow · 3 years

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NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“The two times Bee avoided Mark and the one she didn’t”

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

Growing up, in general, is a pain in the ass, and Bee isn't the happiest about having to deal with it. She doesn't know if it's because of how she was raised, or if it's just her personality, but the girl cannot see herself as an adult.

You see, adults are supposed to manage five different tasks, have most things thought out, and try to handle everything that comes their way. Bee, however, wants to lay in bed at every minor inconvenience and wishes she could freeze time so she can digest what's happening.

She can see herself as those five-year-olds who pout, cross their arms and look away when you tell them they can't have ice cream for dinner. Just like she can see Jeno as those parents who bribe their kids to eat vegetables with a false promise of going to the ice cream parlor on the next day.

"Why don't you want to talk to him?" Jeno whispers to Bee midst the chaos in the van. The first time she successfully avoids Mark is when the members are leaving SM after a long day of figuring out stuff for the comeback. Things were only starting to come together, and the boy knows that if Mark and the girl don't figure out everything soon it's not going to be a fun process.

"I don't have anything to say" She mumbles looking out of the window. Jeno turns her head back to him before continuing.

"Maybe Mark has something. Or maybe he has questions"

"Good for him" She simply states. "I already said everything, so I'm not helpful to talk to"

"And you stand by everything you said almost six months ago?" He asks while trying not to laugh "You didn't think about it anymore? There, you said it and moved on"

"Yes, I stand by everything" She lies. Bee has relived every single conversation she has had with or about Mark especially lately, cringing at some stuff she said, making up better answers, and overanalyzing every little word even if they don't mean a thing. Jeno probably knows she does that, yet she's not going to admit that easily, because admitting means confronting the situation.

"Just maybe think things are exponentially worst when you're trying to avoid the topic instead of solving it once and for all" The boy mumbles and she rolls her eyes. Mentally thanking the manager who happened to pull up next to their building

Trying to escape that conversation as fast as possible, Bee holds onto the back of the seat in front of her, accidentally hitting Jaemin in the head, and jumps past Jeno, who frows as he watches her bolt out of the vehicle.

The girl only stops as she reaches the elevator because of the light feeling on her hoodie pocket. She had left her phone behind, throwing away all the work she just put into getting to her room without speaking with anyone else.

Walking back to the van, Bee keeps her head down to avoid making eye contact and waves off Renjun after he shared a proverb about people skipping a step only to return two. Honestly, he might have said something different because the meaning flew right above her head.

The manager, who had also left the vehicle to check on something at their apartment, throws his keys for her to catch and tells her to be quick.

Bee goes straight to the seat she had occupied and starts searching through the openings where the phone might have fallen from, ultimately deciding it was somewhere on the floor. Patting away underneath hers and Jeno's seat, she finally moves on to the row in front of them, getting scared by a light and the muffled sound of her phone ringing.

Almost like a miracle, she was getting a call from someone who might have saved her a couple of seconds of searching. Reaching out for the device, her smug grin turns to a frown as the name "Minhyung from Canada" shines on her screen. A confused noise leaves her mouth while Bee gets up from the floor, though her debating over either answering or not doesn't go very far due to said Canadian standing at the door of the van.

"I thought if I helped out find it, you would finally listen to me," Mark says, ending the call. Though, it seems like that was the only line he had rehearsed because after it they both stay in awkward silence, making Bee look down at the device in her hands before raising an eyebrow.

"Well, my hand touched it before the call got connected?" She, not as confidently, lies again.

Mark shakes his head adamantly "No it didn't"

"Do you have eyes on the floor?" The girl frowns trying to make that topic last longer but he doesn't fall for it.

"Yunhee," He says in a disappointed tone which Bee copies by saying "Mark"

Mark raises one eyebrow feeling rather playfully. "Mark Oppa?" and she rolls her eyes while planing an escape route.

The boy seems to remember what he was there for and scratches his head, suddenly bringing back the awkward mood.

"We should clear everything up, you know" His tone is back to uncertain surprising her by the sudden change and Bee feels her hands clamming up. She knows he's waiting for her to show any kind of reaction but for some reason, she cannot have any.

"Guys, I have to get the car back to the building. You can keep the conversation going at either of your dorms" The manager pops his head through the driver’s seat before climbing it. Bee hands him the keys and both idols slowly step out of the vehicle. Her mind is still blankly looking for a way to avoid listening to whatever the older had to say when the man magically says something that fixes all of her problems. "Actually, Mark come here, it's about 127's schedule tomorrow, something came up"

And she doesn't stay to listen as she bolts to the elevator that's taking her to her safe and Mark-free bedroom.

☆☆☆

The second time Bee avoids him, or gets saved by another person, happened a few days after the van accident when she rapidly types on her phone while running to the end of the hallway where the SM elevators are.

The sound indicating the doors opening on her floor catches her attention and Bee doesn't have to fully look inside the place to see Mark standing on the edge, ready to walk out of it. Almost without thinking, her feet make her turn left into another hallway and she instinctively makes her way to the room she had visited many times before.

Bee knows for a fact Mark is supposed to go to the studio she had just left, so the fact she can hear him doing the same route she is, makes adrenaline pump inside of her and the girl starts sprinting as fast as she can.

She finds it stupid how her brain suddenly read that moment as her being chased by something dangerous, but there's not enough time to let her process the situation. Instead, Bee barges through the door of Kun's studio and throws herself onto the space between the empty couch and the wall.

Crouching so she's hidden by the armrest, Bee simply says "I'm not here" before staring at the floor in front of her, making the WayV leader question why he's even surprised at that point.

A series of three knocks on the door makes Kun get up and go greet whoever had the decency to announce themselves before interrupting his work like half of his groupmates usually do. Keeping the door half-opened, he's half surprised by Mark standing a little distance away while seemingly sorry to be in that position.

"Hyung, my bad for coming here. But I was wondering if I could talk to Bee" The boy says scratching his eyebrow.

"I mean, of course, you can" Kun starts making the girl's heart drop "I'm not sure why you're asking me, though. And next time you see her, let her know I also need to speak with her"

"Oh, yeah. Sure?" Mark says uncertainly tilting his head and closing his eyes. He stares inside the room through the small space Kun allowed and sighs defeated "Sorry about it, I'll just go"

Waving to the boy, Kun waits for him to walk a little before closing the door and turning to the hidden girl. "You know we could see the top of your head, right?"

"Wait, he saw me?" Bee asks with wide eyes, supporting her head on the armrest and the boy rolls his eyes "Probably yes. The kid is just too polite to say anything about it"

Standing up from the ground, the girl sits on the couch to wait for a little before leaving the room. Kun takes the opportunity to throw himself back on his chair and interrogates her.

"Why are you avoiding Mark?"

"I stole his charger so now he's mad" She pouts looking at the ground making the older scoff.

"I'm not buying anything that simple. Don't think I haven't noticed you've been almost daily in our dorm instead of hanging out with your unit. We like when you visit but it became a little weird when we're not even there yet you still go hide inside our apartment"

"It's too complicated" She sighs craning her neck to check the clock "And I'm actually late for something, so you'll have to deal with my stupid high school problems sometime later"

"They're only stupid because you thought over them a million times and began downplaying whatever they are. You can't do that forever and you know it"

"Confrontation makes me cry, so I'll try my best to keep pushing it away" Bee smiles like something uplifting was said and stands up "See you later"

"Sure, good luck with your date" Kun smirks turning back to the table and checking on his work. Noticing she hadn't actually left the door he lets out a chuckle "Chenle told me about it"

"It's not a date. Chenle was literally invited to tag along" Bee rolls her eyes and he shrugs despite not looking back at her.

"Sure, have fun"

☆☆☆

Ever since Mark first showed his confusion over how things were going, Bee tried really hard not to make the situation awkward for everyone. She didn't want them to be extra careful around her, nor feel like this big dramatic thing was going on between the group. And to lessen her worries, the dreamies seemed to act the same they had always been.

There is the fact she isn't talking to Mark, but much to her surprise, the girl realized she never really relied a lot on speaking to him. Pretending everything was fine became part of her routine for that two weeks.

But just like Kun caught onto her distancing herself, a bunch of staff members also did. The choreographer who first introduced them to the routine asked her a couple of times if everything was okay, and the producer noticed the idol was out of the room the time she was finished, not really mingling like the rest of the boys.

Those two didn't really say anything about it, since she was still getting work done. That isn't the same for the management team, who not only saw her change in behavior but feared how much of that would be noticeable in videos and the overall dynamic of what they had waiting for the comeback.

"Bee, can I talk to you for a second" One particular manager called for her as she was resting on the corner of the dance studio.

Bee gathered her things in a pile on the floor and got up to follow him out of the room. The man had worked with NCT for a really long time, but he wasn't the closest manager to her, nor had ever taken care of her individual schedules. She knew whatever he had to tell her wasn't going to be very good.

"We don't want to intrude on whatever is going on in your life. But the moment it affects the group I'm afraid somebody needs to step in" The man sighs walking slowly next to her "If you're not feeling well, or something happened to make you not want to be around the members you need to act on it, or tell somebody so no one gets suspicious of it"

"I'll make sure no one notices it" She mumbles playing with her ring and rolls her shoulders "It's not something to be worried about though. Nothing really happened"

"We'll some people started to point out on Jisung's graduation video that you're often really quiet. Considering your personality it's nothing out of the ordinary, but you can't afford it pilling up and fans talking about it. We're aware of what that saesang said last year and don't think the company forgets easily if more fans start thinking you don't want to be in the group or doesn't belong in it, it's going to be a big problem"

"More people are talking about it?" Bee glances once again to the ring Renjun made her wear.

"It's a small number so far, but there are those who think that by Mark coming back and you being a little quieter, your place might be in another unit," He notices her gaze turning down and places a hand on her shoulder"Don't stress over it right now, just dedicate yourself a little more to the group and show you have a place in it. It should pass after some time"

Patting her, he reminds her to 'go back to normal before heading back to his work. Bee feels a slight headache creeping in and sneaks into a smaller room dedicated to vocal training, where she drops her body on a chair and closes her eyes to either sleep or try to gather some courage and face everything she has avoided so far.

The girl ends up doing neither because a few seconds pass and Mark pushes his head inside the room.

"Can we talk now?" He asks and without any energy left, Bee nods to the chair next to her for him to sit.

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minjiwritesstuff · 2 years

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WEi Reaction: Their idol crush names them as their ideal type

Daehyeon

he was doing a vlive peacefully when he was asked about a group he enjoyed

your group's name came out automatically

daehyeon never hid the fact that he enjoyed your group

but he did have to hide his growing crush on you

he tried to make it seem like he simply had a lot of respect and admiration for you, which was also true, but in reality every time he saw you his heart fluttered

and as he kept talking, a fan mentionned that one interview your group had today

and how you were asked about your ideal types

and how you said that WEi's leader was your ideal type

his cheeks flushed red and it was noticeable even under the makeup he was wearing

he wouldn't know what to do with himself

luckily enough for him, another member (most likely yongha) decided to join the live and the question was somehow ignored

daehyeon tried to keep his mind set for the rest of the live and when it was over, he knew he had to get your number so you both could get to know each other

Donghan

he and the boys would be eating dinner peacefully

they were talking about a drama seokhwa watched and that your group sang the ost for and tbh donghan was most likely listening and not really talking

until junseo mentionned your name

in a sentence that donghan never thought he would hear

''you know, (y/n) actually said donghan hyung was her ideal type in a recent vlive''

he would look up from his food and simply stare at the maknae

''what'' he'd say, not caring that he had a mouthful of food stuffed inside his cheeks

junseo would just nod and take out his phone

ofc he had recorded the moment just so that he could tease donghan with it, knowing very well that donghan would be flustered after hearing your voice

as junseo pressed play, your voice can be heard loud and clear as you answered a fan's question

''an idol that represents my ideal type perfectly? WEi's kim donghan. he has everything i ever looked in for a man and i have a lot of respect for him'' you said chuckling a little from embarassement

donghan's mouth was simply just agape at this point

would ask his manager to find a way to talk to you so that he can get closer to you

Yongha

both your groups were on weekly idol together for a special collaboration episode

and kwanghee decided to bring in a fancafe post where you said yongha was your ideal type

yongha would be dumbfounded and would look at you before looking at his members

your cheeks would be heavily brushed with red as you grew shy and embarassed

him? your ideal type? things couldn't have turn better for yongha

realization soon hit him and he grew shy too, which of course didn't go unnoticed

kwanghee pointed it out and all WEi members started teasing yongha, which only made him more shy

during the break, junseo pushed yongha into talking to you and he actually did

you two talked for a little bit and then exchanged kakao so that you two could keep in touch

let's just say yongha never felt this happy before

Yohan

he wouldn't know how to react

he was yet again watching one of your group's tv appearance when he heard you pick him as your idol ideal type

he felt confused because all you said was ''yohan sunbaenim'' and he didn't even think of himself at first

until he realized it was him when you talked about produce x 101

he couldn't stop blinking at his phone and listened as you listed off what made you choose him

he then knew he had to talk to you asap because he wanted to let you know you were his crush too

luckily for him, the mc mentioned how your group would be appearing on music bank next week for your comeback and yohan was gonna be there too as WEi would also be performing

poor boy would think all week about how to approach you without sounding like a weirdo

Seokhwa

seokhwa.exe stopped working

literally frozen in place

can't move, can't speak

he would be so shocked because he never expected him to be your ideal type

he wouldn't know what to do either

he wanted to contact you, but how?

he literally never met you or anything

no one in his group even personally knew any member from your group

he doesn't even know if his manager could reach yours

all his hope seemed to be fading away and it made him sad

because how was he supposed to tell you you were his ideal type too?

so he went to daehyeon and asked for help

and that's when daehyeon told him that you would be a mc with junseo in a few days

the boy never sprinted this quickly towards the maknae

Junseo

well, as much as i'd like to believe junseo would be shy, he wouldn't be as much as the others

he probably would be the proudest one in the group

as he was expecting to hear the name of an older idol, someone who debuted before him and was more succesfull, junseo was really proud to hear his name come out of your mouth

he also would be really happy ofc, because you're his crush and you just admitted in front of thousand of people that he was your ideal type

junseo wouldn't waste any time in messaging you, and he would take the lead by sending you a private message on your instagram account

his pride and happiness would go up a whole bunch when he sees that almost as soon as your vlive is over, you answered his message

most likely will tell seokhwa and/or yongha about it because he's too happy to keep it to himself

please, he'll just be smiling for a week straight just by thinking about it

#wei #wei reactions #daehyeon #donghan #yongha #yohan #seokhwa #junseo

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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑮𝒐 𝑶𝒏 (𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 (𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛)/ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕.

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑷*𝒓𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑*𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒅𝒐𝒎 × 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃!, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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Soft pants once again slipped out of his lips, the bottom of them glossy after he had run his tongue over them. He tried so hard to keep quiet, even though he was the only one in the room. One of his hands was buried inside the blankets covering his exposed bottom half, stroking his length at a slow pace, his thumb occasionally playing with the slit on the bulbous head.

Through hooded eyes, he watched as the figure on the screen pushed her panties to the side and ran the tip of the pink glittery dildo across her soaking lips, effectively smearing some of her arousal onto the plastic toy. Her eyes were once again covered by a Venetian masquerade mask, a signature trademark she always possessed during her livestreams. But Mingi could see, and feel, the lust and yearning in them, he swore it was as if she was looking directly at him...

Probably the same thought and illusion the hundreds of thousands of other viewers had as well.

"Do you want me to put it inside me? Want me to fuck myself on this huge cock?"

Immediately a bunch of comments started pouring in, begging her to do it with a splatter of cuss words in between their request. The female let out a teasing chuckle as she read them.

"Desperate now aren't we? But you've all been so generous and I've teased you all too long.."

Lifting her hips up slightly, she lined the dildo up her entrance and slowly sank down on it, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth as the toy stretched her out in the most delicious and painful way. This was by far the biggest toy she had put inside herself and it turned Mingi on so much to see this tiny and cute girl fit a dildo that was almost as big as his own cock into her frail body. He watched in fascination as her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to the size once it was all the way in. His hand squeezed hard at his throbbing length, waiting for her to move so his hand could match her rhythm.

Regaining her composure, she looked back at the camera and smirked before she started rolling her hips. As soon as he saw her movements, his hand began pumping himself once again, holding back the urge to speed up or cum before she did. He always did enjoy cumming at the same time she did. His eyes were latched onto the screen, gaze fixed on her and the way she slid in and out of the toy. He imagined it was his own cock, lord knows how many times he wished it was him she was touching, he wanted to taste her essence as it dripped out of her, wanted her to ride him as she called him 'baby boy' and just be good and pliant for her. He especially wanted to know what her face looked like, she was shrouded with pure mystery that only added to her sexiness and heightened his desire to be with her. For just one night.

But he had to be content with watching her livestreams. It was enough to get him through his stressful days. Especially now when they were preparing hard for a comeback. Mingi was grateful when she decided to pick up the pace and start bouncing on the dildo, his hand now furiously jerking himself off, getting dangerously close to cumming. The moans her pretty lips were pouring out wasn't helping either.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. You gonna cum with me?" She teased, her hand reaching down and rubbing at her clit.

Mingi resisted the urge to answer back, instead opting for muffling the groan that was about to burst out of him.

"Cum with me my pretty baby. Cum for me like the good boy you are." She cooed softly.

That was all it took for Mingi to spill all over his blanket, effectively soiling it. He gasped a little too loudly than what he intended to, but he couldn't help it. Not after edging himself for so long and biting down on his lip so much he'd swear he probably drew blood. He layed his arm to rest on the pillow next to him, feeling sore after that intense session. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the girl pulled the long toy out of her, trails of her slick juices pouring out and Mingi oh so wished to know what they tasted like.

Giving a tired smile to the camera, she waved at her audience. Mingi pouted slightly.

"I want to give you the best aftercare if only I knew who you were." Without realizing it, his fingers grazed the screen slightly.

"Thank you for joining me on my livestream. I hope you all have a good night."

She looked at the right hand side of the screen, looking at some of the comments before snorting.

"Oh. You guys wanna see it? Ok."

Turning around, she let them admire the tramp stamp adorning her lower back: a cherry slightly shaped like a heart with a green arrow stem piercing through the middle. All her viewers went crazy for it and Mingi was no exception.

Turning her head back to the camera, she winked.

"See you next time."

The screen went completely black, bright red letters on it as it read:

Cherry Venus' Livestream Has Ended

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Mingi!"

Hongjoong's voice called out for him. Mingi rolled his eyes, already dreading whatever the tiny leader was going to ask him to do. Shuffling his way down the hall, he yelled.

"What?!"

Hongjoong quickly appeared, an unamused look on his face.

"Don't give me attitude! I need you to do me a favor."

Without wasting a second, Mingi began walking to the kitchen, hand already opening the cabinet.

"Ok, what do you need me to get down for you?"

Hongjoong let out a mutter of incoherent noises.

"That's not what I needed you for!" He crossed his arms and frowned.

Mingi immediately retracted his hand.

"Oh....what'd you need?"

Hongjoong inhaled as he glared at the top of Mingi's head.

"I need you to go over with Y/N. Seonghwa wants a bake a cake but someone destroyed our pan, so go ask her if she has one we can borrow."

"What the heck? It was new. How did our baking pan get destroyed?"

Right at that moment as Mingi was asking that question, Yeosang walked in then rapidly spun on his heel and walked right back out, making the two other guys look at him curiously.

"While you go do that, imma go investigate what that bunny is hiding."

Without giving him an option, Hongjoong passed by Mingi and made his way to Yeosang's and Wooyoung's room, ready to start nagging and scolding for any involvement in the pan incident.

Having no other choice, Mingi put his shoes on and went over to their neighbor's door to ask for her help. He ran the doorbell and waited for her to come out.

"Oh. Hi Mingi." He observed the smaller girl as she slowly opened the door.

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing?" Mingi always made it a point to be extra friendly and enthusiastic around her, who was really shy and soft spoken.

He remembers the first time he and the rest of the members met her when she moved in next door. Yunho took the heavy box she was carrying out of her hands and she just stared at him with wide eyes, completely in shock at how tall he was. When they asked if she wanted help, she just nodded and uttered the quietest thanks in the history of soft words. San and Wooyoung were absolutely enamoured with how cute she was and tried hugging her or pinch her cheeks, but Seonghwa and Yeosang prevented them from doing so, thinking it would scare her to have complete strangers touching her, even if they meant no harm. Mingi just watched from the side as he helped bring some of her stuff inside. After a while, she started talking to them more, occasionally joking around and always checking up on them or bringing them food. She was still a bit shy, but not as much as before.

"I'm fine. Did you need something?" She asked.

"Yeah! We were wondering if we could borrow a baking pan from you."

She opened the door wider and gestured for him to follow her. As usual, her place was neat and spotless, not a single speck of dirt or a cushion out of place. She was always meticulous like that, something Seonghwa and her had in common. Mingi could only snort at that. But he'd never make fun of her for it. Seonghwa yes, but not her. She was too nice and never made fun of him or scolded him. In fact, she was always taking care to him when the others couldn't.

He followed her to the kitchen, hand already reaching for one of the cabinets.

"Will you need my assistance in getting anything down for you?" He offered.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I actually keep them down here, but thank you Mingi."

"Oh.... maybe I should stop insinuating that people need me to get things for them." He admitted awkwardly, remembering the incident with Hongjoong just minutes ago.

"You know Mingi. Just because you're taller than the rest of us, doesn't mean we can't get things down by ourselves. Ladders were invented for a reason." Her statement made him poke his bottom lip out.

"Maybe I like feeling useful."

She couldn't help but smile at his little confession as she crouched down, opening one of the lower cabinets, which was surprisingly unorganized. She glanced back at him with an embarrassed look.

"I haven't gotten to organize all of the kitchen supplies." She explained.

"Y/N you've seen how we live, trust me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He assured her.

Y/N went back to her task of rummaging around, trying to figure out where she stashed the damned baking pan. As she moved around, her shirt slightly rose up, exposing part of her lower back, which Mingi would have just shrugged off and not paid attention to......

If a certain splash of red tint wasn't sprawled all over it.

Mingi stared in shock as he recognized the familiar cherry heart tattoo that he had fantasized about so many times. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination, but when he looked back down, it was still there. So many thoughts were going through his head that he didn't notice Y/N had found the pan and was now holding it out to him.

"Mingi? Are you all right?" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.

He stared at her in bewilderment, eyes boring right through her and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

"Um....here's the pan."

Mingi mentally slapped himself and managed to compose himself.

"Thank Y/N! You're so nice as always. I'll be sure to tell Seonghwa to bring you cake as a sign of appreciation."

He spoke just as fast as the footsteps he took to get out of her apartment.

"That-that won't be necessary-"

"Please! I insist. You're just as sweet as a cherry- I mean! A cotton candy! I mean....."

He decided to stop himself before he messed up even more.

"Thank you Y/N and have a good day!"

He sped back over to the dorm, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N confused as to his strange behavior and yet not at all surprised.

"He always was the most bizarre one of them..." But then the image of Hongjoong pouring his milk first before cereal immediately shut down that statement.

Mingi closed the door to the dorm behind him, his back settling on the wall as his eyes looked at the ground for a few seconds, completely oblivious to the argument coming from Hongjoong's room. Going inside the kitchen, he placed the pan in front of Seonghwa, who was already on the task of getting out the ingredients for the pastry.

"You look like you saw a ghost." He pointed out.

Seonghwa looked back at Mingi when the latter didn't respond. He just kept his eyes locked on the pan in front of him. Seonghwa waved a hand in front of him.

"Earth to Mingi!" He exclaimed.

Mingi covered his ears.

"There was no need to shout you know."

Seonghwa let out an incredulous "whoah". He decided it was best not to pay attention to whatever was going on in Mingi's mind, just in case it was something that would end up making him angry or just straight out make him lose brain cells. He opened the freezer door and took out the frozen fruits that kept there.

"What I should I decorate the cake with? San wants kiwis and pineapple, but I kinda wanted strawberries and cherries. What do you say?"

He held out the options out for Mingi to decide, however Mingi just shot up at the mention of cherries.

"I know nothing about cherries ok?!" He stormed out of the kitchen, speeding for his room to hide under the shelter of his blankets.

Seonghwa blinked at his sudden outburst before sighing.

"Literally just tell me you don't want them. No need to be such a drama queen."

Hongjoong opened the door to his room, with Yeosang and Wooyoung trailing behind him, their heads hung low as Hongjoong directed them to go to their room and follow through with their punishment.

"Well the mystery of the destroyed pan is solved." Hongjoong announced happily.

Seonghwa however ignored him, making him pout.

"You're not interested in what I have to say again." Hongjoong whined as he shimmied over to where Seonghwa stood. Tilting his head, he asked.

"Are you still mad about taking them into my room?"

Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong, his eyes speaking for him.

"Well I had to. Besides, it'll be good for you to know that the reason why the pan was destroyed is because your angel son, Yeosang, tried to kill Wooyoung with it when they stayed home by themselves."

Seonghwa involuntarily let out a laugh.

"Probably had it coming."

Hongjoong opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He stared at the contents in front of him.

"So did you finally decide what you want on it?"

"No. And Mingi is no help either. He got all freaked out when I pulled out the cherries. It was weird. He's not allergic right?"

Hongjoong picked up the cherries and held them in his hand for a bit before looking back at Seonghwa, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Let's find out."

"Kim Hongjoong! Are you seriously trying to poison the kids?! No wonder Yeosang thinks murder is ok!"

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Mingi could not get the image out of his head. What on earth was going on? What did this all mean? Could Y/N possibly be...?

He shook his head at that, not wanting to picture anything else. Besides, it couldn't possibly be her. Y/N was so soft, shy, sweet and the most innocent person on the planet. There was no way she was the camgirl he often fapped to late at night.

Then again........

Mingi noticed how they did seem to have similar heights, the same hair color and length, they looked to be around the same body proportions as well, but he wasn't too sure about that since Y/N wore either baggy or oversized clothes. He was so lost trying to figure out what was going on that minutes stretched to hours and soon there was a knock on his door.

"Mingi-ah! Seonghwa Hyung says you have to take cake over to Y/N!" San's voice called out.

Speak of the devil.

"Why don't you guys take it?" He protested, not wanting to see her so soon.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang aren't allowed out of their room for another 23 minutes. Yunho is already gorging himself on cake, Seonghwa is busy baking another one, Hongjoong is at the studio and Jongho is..... well.....I actually don't know what he's doing. He just promised he won't get arrested and then left to who knows where. So you have to go."

Mingi groaned as he rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a slight thud.

"Be careful Mingi. Just cause you're a giant doesn't mean you can't fall off the bed." San reminded him rather innocently.

Opening the door, Mingi snatched the tupperware containing the cake from him.

"And why can't you go?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I have been tasked with keeping count of the time they have to spend in their room." San answered, pointing to WooSang's room.

Knowing there was no way out of it, Mingi just dragged his feet over to Y/N's place once again, dreading having to face her for the second time. He ran the doorbell, but there was no movement or sound from the other side. He rang it again, but still no answer.

"Did she leave?"

Mingi casually typed in her passcode and went inside. He figured he'd leave it on the counter with a note on it for her. He looked around trying to find a pen or notepad, but found nothing.

"Where is her office?"

He tried to recall which door it was. He scanned the different doors by the hallway before ultimately deciding on the second to last door. He peered his head in but could not see anything do to the fact the lights were turned off. He carefully made his way inside and patted around the wall trying to find the light switch.

"A ha! Found you!" He squealed gleefully and flipped the lights on.

Turning around, he dropped the cake he was holding when he saw the room, his mouth hanging wide as his eyes scanned every corner and wall in there.

"And now I found you..."

Mingi thought he was about to pass out. He walked deeper and deeper in the room, staring at awe at the contents in there. Fairy lights were strung in the air, a soft ivory low bed was pushed against the walls, long sparkly chiffon curtains were pushed back to leave it exposed, and next to it was a pink treasure chest that he didn't need to open to know what was inside....

He recognized that room like the back of his hand.

"Holy hell...." He whispered as he realized he was in the very room where his favorite live streams happened.

"Mingi? What are you doing here?"

He was startled by a voice behind him. He swirled around and found Y/N standing by the door, her head tilted to the side, eyeing him curiously.

Mingi gulped as he thought about what he could answer. Should he just lie? Say he doesn't know anything? Apparently not since all he could get out was:

"You're Cherry Venus aren't you?!"

He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He had already exposed himself. He was expecting Y/N to deny it, ask what he was talking about or give some reasonable explanation, like it's actually a friend of hers, or a long lost evil twin sister. And although she did widen her eyes slightly, it wasn't out of fear. It was out of amusement and it soon manifested itself in the form of a smirk.

"Oh....... you know who I am? Interesting."

Mingi began walking backwards when she started taking steps towards him. He felt intimidated by her complete change of aura. How did the sweet and pure girl suddenly turn into the same person that more than once has made his breath get caught in his throat? He gasped softly when his feet touched the bed and he nearly fell on it where it not for Y/N who took hold of his shirt and pulled him against her. Mingi blushed intensely at how hard she was staring at him, her touch felt electrifying. His eyes trained down to her lips as she run her tongue across her bottom lip. On impulse, he bit down on his lower lip as he recalled where that tongue had been just a few days prior.

"You know Mingi.....for a while I've been wanting to have a guest appear on my livestream..."

He shuddered slightly when her hand gently caressed his chest.

"If you're interested.......meet me here.....you know exactly when." She winked at him.

"W-wait.....are you suggesting that I...?" Mingi pointed at himself rather incredulous.

Y/N hummed softly, her hands unzipping part of his sweater.

"As I said, if you're interested. I always wanted to....fuck a fan of mine."

Mingi closed his eyes when she placed a hand on his chest, inching closer and closer and his neck, finger tapping on his Adam's apple.

"So let me know.....

Baby boy."

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Mingi could hardly believe that this was happening...he could not believe he actually agreed to this. Sensing his apprehension, Y/N stroke his head, making him relax a little at her touch.

"Mingi.....if you want to back out, it's ok. I understand."

She looked into his eyes again, softening for him as she waited for his reply. Although he was nervous, Mingi also knew he wanted to do this. It was a life long fantasy of his and now that he got the opportunity, he wasn't going to back down. Besides, the black mask covering his face gave him a sense of relief knowing that no one would be able to recognize him. He held onto Y/N's arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"Go ahead."

Y/N gave him a warm smile before kissing him softly. Just as Mingi had imagined, they were soft and plump. He could faintly taste her strawberry lip balm and was tempted to take her bottom lip in between his teeth, but just as soon as she kissed him, she pulled away, leaving him kind of disappointed. Y/N reminded him the safe word in case anything went wrong or if he wanted to stop at any moment. Mingi nodded and signaled that he was ok to start the session. Y/N went over to the computer in front of them and clicked the record button.

"Hello my little lovelies. Tonight I have a little surprise for you all. I'd tell you about it...but I think it's best to show you."

She stepped away from the camera and back over to the bed, where Mingi was already sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but the black mask Y/N had given him as well as his dark blue boxer briefs. He gazed at the camera, trying not to think of all the viewers that were watching him right now and he especially did not want to glance at the comments that were flooding in by the second. Y/N petted his hair gently and he directed his attention to her.

"Isn't he cute guys?"

Mingi blushed at her comment, but most of his visage was hidden under his mask, so he doubted Y/N could see it. But she did, however she didn't want to tease him too much.

"I'm going to start off slow with him guys. I don't want to scare him off.......yet."

Mingi was about to ask what she meant by that, but he had no chance to as Y/N straddled his lap, lips crashing onto his in a heated kiss. When Mingi felt her tongue run against his upper lip, he did not hesitate to grant her entrance. For someone claiming to take it slow, Y/N sure seemed to do the opposite. However Mingi just let her do her thing, allowing her to take control and let her tongue dance inside his mouth and then across his jaw.

As if his hands had a mind of their own, they went to her hips, his large hands pinching gently at her skin. Either Y/N was too busy sucking hickeys onto his neck or she wanted him to do as he pleased, but she didn't stop him even when he began squeezing her ass cheeks, occasionally snapping the straps of her garter belt against her body.

"You feeling more relaxed baby boy? Are you enjoying yourself?" She pulled back not only to ask him that but to also grind against his bulge that was now very noticeable.

"I- fuck yes! Yes." Mingi stuttered out when she pressed more of her weight down on his tent, allowing him to feel how wet she was becoming.

"Oh yeah? Can I have my little fun now?"

The way she gripped his hair to tilt his head back had him releasing a mix between a moan and a whimper. Mingi attempted to nod, but that just made Y/N's grip on his hair tighten.

"Use. Your. Words." She declared.

"P-please. Use me however you want." He cried out as he raised his hips up against hers so she'd do something about the problem he had.

Y/N seemed satisfied with his answer and she wasted no time in pining Mingi down on the bed, his hands above his head. All Mingi could think was when the hell did she get so strong? Her hands began caressing his torso, stopping right at the top of his underwear. She began palming his hard on, getting him even more worked up than what he already was. Turning her head, she peered at some of the comments.

"You guys want this to come off? Want to see how big he really is?"

Mingi took one quick look at the screen, briefly scanning all the comments that desperately wanted to see what he was hiding. Y/N tapped the side of his thigh, signaling him to lift up his hips which he obeyed immediately. As soon as it was freed, his cock hit his stomach, tip red and already leaking a bit. Y/N couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. Sure she always imagined him to be big, but not....that big. It made her even more aroused though, having always been somewhat of a size queen.

She looked back at the audience, giving a little chuckle.

"Are you all as surprised as I am?"

Lots of comments affirmed that they were, praising Mingi's size as well as stating all the filthy things they wanted to do with his cock.

"You want to deep throat it? Trust me, so do I." Y/N signaled out one of them.

Mingi's eyes shot up as soon as she said that. True to her word, she bent her head down. She spit on his cock and proceeded to stroke his length, for once it wasn't his hand that was doing the job. She maintained eye contact with him as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue playing with his slit, making Mingi gasped softly. He couldn't peel his eyes off such a dirty scene and his mouth went agape when she sunk her mouth down, taking all of him in her mouth. She gagged slightly when she reached the base, tiny drool escaping from the sides, but she didn't care. She began a steady pace of bobbing her head and sucking as much of him as she could. As her mouth was busy in the task of sucking him off, her hands entertained themselves by fondling his balls, making the experience even more pleasurable for Mingi. He hissed and gasped whenever she slid all the way down on him again or when she sucked particularly hard, catching him off guard and making him feel more dizzy. Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, clear sign he was about to cum any minute, and the way his chest rose up and down, his moans becoming more and more loud just furthered her suspicions. She wanted to let him cum and swallow it all, but instead opted for pulling him out of her mouth, releasing his tip with a loud popping noise.

Mingi whined loudly and sat up, feeling dejected at having his climax taken away from him.

"I told you all he was cute. Even his little frustrated grunts are adorable."

Mingi frowned at her words. He wanted to retaliate but Y/N gave him no opportunity as she climbed onto his lap again.

"I wanna let you cum my little prince.... but first can you do something for me?"

Mingi had no idea what she was planning, but agreed nonetheless. Y/N beamed at his willingness and pushed him to lay fat on the bed again. Her hands hooked on her panties which she teasingly slid down a bit.

"What do you guys think? Should I make a mess on his pretty face and make him eat my pussy out?" She questioned.

Mingi's heart pounded harder when he heard her words. Was she really about to make his fantasy come true? His question was answered when she slipped her now soiled underwear off and crawled further up, bare pussy sticking to his chest.

"Can you do that for me baby boy? Can you eat me out like a good little pup?"

Mingi wetted his lips as his hands raised her up and placed her right on top of his face, her dripping cunt right in front of him, looking absolutely succulent.

"Somebody is definitely eager." Y/N mused as lowered herself down on him.

"Go ahead. Show me what that tongue of yours can do."

Mingi didn't hesitate as he layed his tongue flat against her folds, licking a strip up her slit and placing a small kiss to her tiny nub. He then attached his lips to her heat, his mouth working on sucking and lapping at her clit as fast as he could. He wanted to have her release all over his face. Y/N's hands steadied themselves on the bed, her thighs trembling as Mingi exceeded her expectations and ate her out with such voracity. She could feel her orgasm building up and it felt so amazing to have someone perform oral on her after so long. She couldn't help herself as she tugged at his hair rather harshly as she grinded her hips against his face. Mingi did not object at all, feeling somewhat proud that he could make her produce such sinful noises from her mouth. He just kept at his task of lapping and burying his mouth inside her, his moans sending vibrations on her core, making it feel even better.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Y/N's hands gripped tightly at his soft locks, she began to fuck his face as she chased her climax desperately. Mingi paid no attention to the pain in his scalp, he was so lost in the feeling, in finally being able to taste her essence and knowing it was he who was making her feel this good. Y/N's thighs closed around his face, her pussy smothering the lower part of his face, slightly lifting the mask he was wearing, she cried out incoherent words as her orgasm was ripped from her body. She was still trembling even after it passed, her breathing starting to become normal again. She sighed blissfully as she lifted herself off Mingi. He was a complete mess. He had cum all over his chin, nose and he was breathing heavily. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he looked completely dazed. Y/N feared she might have gone too far, but the light giggle that escaped his lips let her know he enjoyed that.

"You taste even better than I what I imagined."

His comment made her feel flustered and she momentarily forgot where they were as she pulled him in for a soft and gentle kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. Mingi was just so sweet and endearing she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. She felt his dick poke at her ass, reminding her that she owed him an orgasm.

"You've been such a good boy. So patient and pliant. Let me return the favor."

She coated his dick with her slick, running his tip against her folds. Mingi sat up on his forearms, wanting to see when she sunk down on his length. Y/N lined him up at her entrance and slowly inserted him inch by inch. He was bigger and thicker than any toy she had put inside herself, so it took a bit of time to get fully adjusted to his immense size. Mingi groaned at how tight and warm her walls felt. He was in ecstasy and it took every strength he had left not to thrust his hips up and fuck himself inside her.

Y/N ran her hands down her body, stopping when she felt his bulge protruding from her abdomen. She pressed down on it and Mingi shuddered at how deep inside her he was. She ran her hand across it several times, a smirk on her face as she spoke to the audience once again.

"I bet some of you ladies are jealous of me. Having such a thick and huge cock inside my tiny pussy. I bet you all would want him to destroy you."

Y/N turned back to Mingi who was all red from her comments, his cock aching inside her. Y/N lifted her hips up and slammed back down on him, giving him no time to prepare as she began bouncing on his cock. Mingi began spurting out curses and moans, his hands reaching out to hold her hips and keep her from going, but Y/N slapped them away.

"Oh no baby. You wanted to cum? Well I'll make sure you cum."

The evil grin she had plastered on her face let Mingi know he was definitely in for a ride. Y/N purposefully clenched around him, edging him closer to his release. Mingi's hands clutched the bedsheets underneath him, he panted as he tried to tell Y/N that he was about to cum.

"You're gonna cum already? Go ahead my little prince."

Mingi grunted loudly as he released himself inside of her, feeling overwhelmed by how hard he came. He was about to ask Y/N about her cumming, but he was cut off when she began slamming down on him again, making him nearly choke and become sensitive at the overstimulation.

"P-please..t-too much ...c-can't"

He tried to grip her hips again but Y/N pinned them up above his head, this time landing a slap to his thigh that had him jolting up and trembling under her.

"Next time, I'll slap your face. Come on, you can take it. You're a big boy. Can't you?"

Her hand dropped down and began toying with his nipples, causing him to cry out and squirm at her touch. He didn't even realize that he was already cumming for the second time, pumping more of his seed inside her hole, some of it spurting out. Such lewd squelching sounds could be heard across the room. Mingi at this point had tears trailing down the corners of his eyes, his body a writhing mess as pathetic whimpers fell from his plump lips.

Y/N felt him twitch for the third time and she also felt her second orgasm for the night build up inside her. She wrapped a hand around his throat, applying just a bit of pressure to make his vision hazy.

"Cum for me just one more time baby boy. I want to feel you again. Can you do that for me? Please?" She begged him.

His body couldn't deny her request. He shook violently as he squirted himself inside her once again, her grip on his neck tightening, making his climax feel even more exhilarating. He nearly blurted out her name, but thankfully he was so worn out and his brain fucked dumb that nothing but guttural moans and small yelps could be made out. Y/N wasn't that far off as she squeezed against his cock, her legs shaking as her juices mixed with his. She released her hold on his neck and panted heavily as she calmed down from the high she just reached. When she regained her senses, she pulled out of him, hot white liquid pouring down her legs. Her thighs ached and she nearly toppled over when she tried standing up, but she managed to hold herself up with the help of the bed.

"I think.....we got a little carried away..." She smiled apologetically at the camera.

She looked at the comments, some asking if she was ok, some praising them both and others teasing her about how she was gonna feel that in the morning.

"Thank you for joining us today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make sure my baby boy is taken care of. See you all soon."

Shutting off the camera and closing the laptop, Y/N took the mask off her face, rubbing her temples gently from how tight it had been wrapped. Getting up, she sat down next to Mingi, who looked absolutely tired and worn out. Smiling softly, she took off his mask and threw it across the room.

"How are you feeling?" She scanned his face for any signs of regret or discomfort.

Mingi gave her a faint smile.

"Better than any fantasy I ever had."

Y/N snorted softly at his answer. She opened a tiny bag that was hidden behind the bed and took out some wipes and towels from inside. Taking out some of the wipes, she began to clean in between Mingi's legs and thighs, making sure not to touch his dick as he was still extremely sensitive there. She then wiped his sweat off his forehead with one of the towels, gently patting around his temples and cheeks. All throughout it, Mingi just looked at her with adoration and tenderness.

"What?" She asked when she noticed his goofy grin.

"Glad to know my cute and caring Y/N still exists."

Y/N shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"She never left. I'm still the same me you met 3 months ago."

"Yeah....except now I know your dirty secret." He teased.

Y/N playfully smacked his cheek with the towel.

"And now you're part of that dirty secret actually."

Mingi hummed softly, enjoying the way she was pampering him. When she made move to get up again, he wasn't having it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, his face resting on the top of her head.

"Mingi!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Y/N! Cuddle me!" He whined as he tightened his grip on her.

"Ugh. Fine."

Mingi let out a tiny shout of victory as he snuggled closer to her. His fingers played with her hair, so many thoughts running through his head.

"Hey Y/N......? I kinda wanted to ask.....what happens now?"

Y/N tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I......and you......does this make us...?" He looked at her, hoping she could understand what he was trying to say.

"Song Mingi, are you asking if we should date right after we just got done fucking in front of hundreds of people?" She looked at him incredulously.

"Well I certainly wasn't going to ask you before we fucked."

They both laughed at his answer. He always did say the darnest things.

"So...will you go out with me?"

Y/N pretended to think about it, making him pout and look at her with puppy eyes.

"I can't say no to you when you look so adorable." She admitted.

Mingi lit up when she agreed and he couldnt stop himself as he kissed her softly, elated that she agreed. She giggled into the kiss and laughed even harder when Mingi began peppering her neck with kisses.

"Mingi! Stop!"

They were so lost in their own little world they failed to notice the figure that popped inside the room, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

"Ummm......am I interrupting something?"

They both froze and looked up to see Yunho clearing his throat at the sight of them. Mingi immediately pulled the blanket over Y/N's body, covering her from Yunho's piercing eyes.

"Yunho, I swear it's not what you think." Mingi tried to explain as he covered himself with a pillow.

"Well I mean....let's be honest Mingi, one of us 8 would have ended up sleeping with Y/N sooner or later, so I'm honestly not surprised." Yunho scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

They all stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to do or say. Yunho noticed the camera equipment and laptop, peeking his interest.

"Did you guys just film a porn movie?"

Mingi and Y/N bursted out laughing.

"No." They shook their heads.

"Then what's that for?" He pointed to it.

Mingi looked back at Y/N. They both mentally asked the same question and both smirked when they realized they were thinking the same thing.

"Can you keep a secret?"

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cheesygroove · 2 years

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Delayed after party

A sudden opportunity to relive a night Solar would rather forget.

This is the outcome of my Midnight Celebration fic. It's readable as an oneshot, but I'd recommend checking parts [1] and [2] for better understanding — be warned of 18+ content.

cw: highly suggestive; some angst.

Troublemaker was the only choreography to be presented, belonging to the iconic duo of the same name. You expected to receive some news about your second debut, but upper management had different plans. They wanted you and your subunit partner to build chemistry by doing that touchy dance before anything, claiming it would make you learn how to work as a pair. Little did they know.

The dance felt more explicit to watch having in mind that it would be you and Solar — all alone in the practice room — doing the same steps. Working overtime with her. Almost all fell in place with before.

That thing had never happened again, though. It felt like an eternity had passed, but you were sure that the new assignment would produce fresh memories for you to be hurt over. The safe distance you agreed to keep would hold the impulses back, but when it came to the feelings...

At least you weren’t blushing like Solar was.

“I’m sorry,” she tried to argue, “but I believe that we’ve already built enough teamwork from being in the same group. Is there a need for this?”

You wished you were as brave as her — not that she had a choice in being or not. A leader should be ready to speak up, always having the group's best interests in mind. Somehow, Solar still managed to defend her own while at it.

“I-I agree,” you initially stuttered, feeling small with all the eyes in the meeting room turning to you, “we should do well with practicing just our own choreography when it’s ready.”

Despite still looking bashful, Solar looked at you in a proud way. A little burst of self confidence ignited inside of you.

“Let’s not forget that this is going out as soon as the promotions of the next comeback wrap up,” said the creative director. “There’s teamwork and then there’s stage chemistry. I want you to master the second.”

The choreographer nodded, immediately turning his head to the CEO. That man was the one who would have the final word over your destiny, you liked to say. Solar would usually pinch you for being dramatic.

“Get to work with the little time we have, it’s the only way,” he settled it; Solar reclining back in her chair after hearing the words. You two weren’t escaping from that.

She didn’t do a good job in hiding her frustration, though.

“Do you have trouble working together, is that it? We could add a third member to the subunit.”

At least the CEO was willing to be versatile; you thought while feeling your cheeks burning red. Solar looked like she had been cemented to the chair.

“Sir, that won’t blend well with the concept we’re aiming for,” the choreographer chimed in.

The suggestion had the creative director appearing to be baffled. You wished to participate in those discussions, but at this rate you could only guess whatever they were deciding to throw on you to do.

“That’s impossible,” he stressed, “we might as well scrape the subunit project if we were to do that. Plain waste of budget.”

The creative director sounded firm in his words, making you even feel sorry for the CEO. Thankfully he had some sense of humor.

“You’re right. What was I thinking?” He laughed the awkwardness away. “Take this as an opportunity to work your differences out, girls.”

“Or to learn some professionalism.”

You flashed a glare of disapproval in Solar’s direction. Upper management thinking lowly of you was a problem you could’ve gone without.

You couldn’t help but feel envy towards the members leaving the practice room. Solar had suggested for them to stay to watch your assignment, trying to tempt the younger ones with the prospect of learning something different. But with comeback preparations, everyone was too worn out for it.

“Lazy asses.” You heard Solar muttering under her breath as you approached from behind. She was setting up the music on a laptop, playing from a mirrored dance practice video.

“Can we have a break? I think I heard my hip bone pop,” you asked, exaggerating a bit on the excuse.

“Endure it. I will be the one doing the hip moves anyways,” Solar responded harshly.

The sooner we finish it, the better. You heard her words before, along with the instructions to learn the dance on your own before doing it together. Would you really succeed in building chemistry like this?

“You’re handling this as well as the meeting, huh,” you let out sarcastically, walking around in the practice room while Solar was tying her shoelaces. It wasn’t in your plans to be heard by her.

“Oh, okay. Maybe you would do a better job than me if you could actually open your mouth.”

Starting a fight was probably contradictory on your part. You sighed, getting in position in the middle of the room as Solar appeared to be ready. As usual, she pressed enter on the laptop and ran frantically to her place, even if the set up timer would allow an extra 30 seconds before actually playing the music.

Her ass bumped yours when she settled behind you, not moving from there.

“Further back,” you grunted.

There was the issue of focusing on practicing alone. Solar didn’t voice an apology after fixing the mistake, the bad atmosphere taking over. You gave up on that attempt, running to reset the timer.

“We’re doing this whether we want it or not. Can you at least make it less insufferable?” you stressed as you got back in position.

“You know what will happen if we enjoy it.” None of you would ever address it directly, though. Hearing her serious tone from over your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. “If you feel anything from this, I swear…”

“The same goes to you,” you countered as soon as Solar angrily trailed off.

Troublemaker began, the both of you rushing to fix your demeanors to match the cool sexy vibe of the song. Your best attempt at replicating Hyunseung’s jazz in the beginning after snapping your fingers was still way off, Solar too having trouble with Hyuna’s rapper-like attitude. Something you two would eventually warm up to with practice, though.

The concerning part was the reason you were there for — the chemistry. Being simply too aware of how close your bodies were getting turned the dance in a performance of pure awkwardness, the stiffness of the movements making you avoid meeting the reflection in the mirror.

“Aish, enough,” Solar deemed when you were nearing the halfway mark of the song. “3 minutes and we start over.”

You inhaled deeply, gladly taking the break. Holding your breath during most of the time was part of the concentration process of not giving in to your lustful thoughts, a mission in which you succeeded up to this point.

A slight falter lied in taking note of Solar’s red cheeks and how she anxiously tried to fix her hair on the mirror. You felt some kind of heat burning up just by guessing that she was probably feeling the same.

“Our dear Solar looks satisfied,” you mocked, referring not only to the cringeworthy state of the performance.

“Strategy switch,” Solar turned to you and said not without rolling her eyes before. “You can allow yourself to feel something, but make it professional. I won’t mind it.”

Was she really saying that seriously?! You laughed at the absurdity of it.

“Oh my, we’re actually getting ridiculous.”

“It’s not like I want it either.” Her tone immediately turned to one of indifference, of course. Unfortunately it would be unprofessional of you to remark that she had already gotten started on that strategy before letting you know.

Being in place, you heard Solar run over to the laptop and come back. Knowing your eyes would now be eager to study her body, you kept them down. The permission was supposed to be strictly for the performance, you assumed.

“Don’t get carried away,” she warned sternly behind you, raising the voice well over the song that just started.

It all ran much better without having to hold back. The intro you conducted had gone smoothly, Solar turning around with a fire in her eyes. You gulped when she started mouthing the lyrics, a habit of hers that you tried hard to ignore during group practices; now you would finally get to enjoy it.

Little by little, more more more

Solar’s index finger gave you the sign to come forward. Moving closer felt natural, almost as if the choreography embodied your neglected needs. The strong perfume on her collar was still the same, invading your senses as your lips accidentally grazed over her cheek. Your hand on the small of her back invited her body further into yours;

As we go on, more more more

Her fingers went from nonchalantly traveling up your collarbone to tugging at the fabric of your shirt. A needy sigh left her mouth, blessing your ears as your bodies turned halfway;

Now I can’t help my heart either

Back to back, your eyes still met each other in the mirror during the brief moment your fingers intertwined. Solar smiled, pleasuring herself with the reflection of her palm slipping to grab your butt as she let go of your hand. Your skin missed her touch as soon as you found your new position;

I’ll keep being in front of you so you can’t forget me

Behind Solar, you established control over the dance. One hand firmly held her waist while she backed her ass into your hips, the feeling of her fingers clutching at your thigh causing you to gasp. With one eye you made sure to watch the mirror, not losing sight of her mouth moving along with the lyrics;

I’ll keep shaking your heart so you can’t escape me

Her nails clumsily scratched your neck as she reached up behind her to hold you in a needful state. The shock of the pain had you tightening your grip on her waist, your other hand moving to take place where the inner thigh met her crotch. Solar redirected your touch with her palm, centering your hand in her front. It all lasted for a split second, a whine leaving her mouth when she had to jerk her hips away from that pleasure;

I will steal your lips and run far away

Solar outstretched her arm to you, freezing in the spot as your fingers delicately caressed her hand. Locked eyes while your face moved closer to hers, her lips invitingly parted. When she didn’t turn away at the last second, the choreography followed a new take on it. With an initially hesitant kiss, you started dancing to your own rhythm.

Your muscles relaxed as Solar easily surrendered herself to you. Craving your touch on her body, she placed your hand on her ass, deepening the kiss when you gave it a squeeze. The way her mouth chased yours was almost desperate.

All because she obviously knew that the courage wouldn’t last forever.

Solar ended the kiss abruptly, startling you with how she pulled her body away from your embrace. Your arms fell limply to your side, the sensation of being used yet again weighing in your chest. Not in a way that was hot anymore.

She didn’t even spare you a glance, turning away with a look of regret on her face.

“Good. Just fucking make me hate you,” you blurted out, “it will be easier this way.”

You didn’t expect to see tears rolling down her eyes. The mirror betrayed what she tried so hard to keep from you.

I like you the more I get to know you baby

I think I’m drunk with thoughts of you, lady

Was she still mouthing the lyrics just out of habit?

A/N: for reference

Troublemaker mirrored dance - the dance segment of the story happens between 0:30s and 0:50s

#requested #solar x reader #solar imagines #mamamoo fanfic #mamamoo imagines #girl group imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #female reader

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sneezyminniejo · 2 years

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Could you please write another Xdinary Heroes fic?? I would love to see a Jooyeon centric one where he lost his voice due to a bad cold (or something like that) with the members helping him cope with not being able to sing and taking care of him as well

Here it is, hope you enjoy

Voice Today, None Tomorrow

It was the day of their first comeback showcase, and the Xdinary Heroes dorm was thrumming with excitement. The five oldest members were bustling about the common area, making food, and setting the table. Jooyeon, however, was not to be found amongst the chaos. The maknae of the group was still in his and Seungmin’s shared room, supposedly sleeping.

In reality, Jooyeon was freaking out. He had caught a cold a couple of days ago and instead of doing the responsible thing and telling his hyungs that he’s sick, he had decided to discreetly take strong cough suppressants and then sneak off to the bathroom when he did need to cough. The plan had worked great. His hyungs were none the wiser about his illness and he was able to practice at full capacity with no issues. Until now.

Jooyeon had woken up after Seungmin had already left their room and the younger had immediately felt a coughing fit coming. He grabbed his pillow and shoved it against his face to muffle the sound as best he could. He was feeling a bit shitty and was only freaking out because he needed to somehow get through the day without cluing in his members that he was sick until after the showcase. Although it would be preferable if he could manage to hide it until he was all better. In which case, he wouldn’t need to hide it anymore.

He opened up the drawer to his nightstand and cursed internally when he saw that he only had a half dose left of the cough suppressant. He swallowed it down and hoped that it would work well enough. He got dressed as quickly as he could, muffling coughing fits along the way, then left his bedroom to join the others.

“Morning Jooyeon. It’s your turn to pick breakfast, so what’ll it be?” Jiseok asked

“Morning hyung,” Jooyeon stopped talking as the two words he uttered were barely above a whisper. He quickly cleared his throat and tried again, not getting different results. The other members looked a bit alarmed and Gunil spoke sounding slightly panicked.

“Yeonie, what’s wrong with your voice?” He asked even though it was obvious the younger had lost it.

“It’s probably from the cold he’s been fighting the past couple of days.” Seungmin supplied, as he placed a mug of tea on the table and motioned for Jooyeon to sit down and drink. The other members’ eyes widened, including Jooyeon, who thought he had succeeded in hiding the fact that he’s sick.

“Don’t give me that look Joo. You might have fooled everyone else during the day, but you failed to account for waking up mid sleep cycle and having a coughing fit or two before falling back asleep. I’m your roommate, so you woke me up too.” Jooyeon made a face and softly hit his head against the table in frustration.

Gunil sighed as he took out his phone. “Okay so, clearly you can’t sing since you don’t have a voice. Maybe Hyeongjun can take over your lyrics today.” the leader said as he began texting their manager. Jiseok emerged from the kitchen a short while later and placed a bowl of jook in front of the maknae. Jooyeon gave him a look in response before he started eating.

“It’ll be gentle on your throat, Joo. Eat up and we can worry about the showcase later.” Jooyeon had to admit that the warm and soft jook did feel nice against his sore throat, so he wasn’t going to complain too much about getting “sick” food instead of a more standard breakfast food.

A few minutes later Gunil groaned. “Manager-nim said that our options are either postponing the comeback by two weeks, or do your best to sing. He says it’s too short notice to have Hyeongjun sing because everything’s already been practiced with the cameramen and everything.”

The members were discussing what they wanted to do over breakfast. They were leaning towards postponing, but then Gunil got another text from their manager. Gunil looked at his phone before tossing it onto the table. “Manager-nim asked the CEO about the situation, and it looks like we have to perform. Jooyeon, you’re going to have to try to sing.” Jooyeon let out a sound that was similar to a groan which set off a coughing fit that lasted around a minute.

“Yeonnie, have you taken any medicine yet?” Jungsu asked. Jooyeon nodded before finishing the tea Jiseok had made him

“Okay so the plan is that Jooyeon will not use his voice until it’s time to perform and Hyeongjun will be singing as well because I doubt that Yeonnie’s voice will be back in three hours. Meanwhile the five of us will take care of any questions asked and you can just nod or shake your head.” The others nodded and got ready to go to their comeback showcase.

For whatever reason, the MC kept directing questions at Jooyeon and was getting increasingly frustrated that the others were answering for him. Jooyeon was also getting irritated that he kept getting asked questions and silently signaled to Gunil that he would answer the next question using what little voice he currently had.

“So Jooyeon, what is your favorite song on the album?” Jooyeon turned away from the MC briefly to clear his throat into his fist. “Well I like all the songs, but my favorite is” The maknae wasn’t able to finish the sentence before his voice gave out completely. The MC did their best to recover the interview from that, but it didn’t really work.

The showcase ended around half an hour later. Jooyeon hadn’t been able to sing any of their b-side songs, but he had managed to sing a little of their title track. Although it probably seemed more like he was providing backing vocals instead of singing his own part. The six members were just glad that they could go home and relax a bit before fully going into promotions the following day

The following day, the six members were up bright and early for promotion schedules. Jooyeon’s voice hadn’t recovered any overnight, so he was really hoping he’d be able to stay home and rest properly. He coughed into his fist as Jungsu placed a mug of tea and some cough medicine in front of him. He took the medicine and waited for the others to bring breakfast out.

Shortly after they started eating, Gunil’s phone rang. After seeing it was their manager, Gunil quickly excused himself and answered the phone. A few minutes later, the leader returned to the table grinning maniacally. “So we as a group have been given the week off.” Gunil paused as he watched his members’ mouths drop in surprise.

“Apparently, fans weren’t happy that Jooyeon was performing with a cold. Him losing his voice entirely live in front of thousands if not millions of people did not appease any one, and the company got a ton of hate. Manager-nim said that JYP personally chewed him out for not allowing us to properly rest, so promotions will resume next week.”

They collectively cheered at the news, then continued breakfast. The group finished eating their breakfast before deciding on playing video games and watching movies. Hyeongjun got Jooyeon situated in the living room with more tea. Seungmin grabbed the humidifier and got it set up. Jungsu had apparently gone to the pharmacy the night before and had picked up some throat lozenges, which he placed in front of the sick maknae. Jooyeon gave the second eldest a grateful smile, knowing that he would definitely be using them to soothe his throat and hopefully allow a quicker recovery time for his voice.

Over the course of the next couple of days, the five older members made sure that Jooyeon stayed on vocal rest. Seungmin had also caught the cold, but it wasn’t as bad because he admitted it on the first day and was properly resting from the get go. One their last day of rest before they continued promotions, Jooyeon had to speak to see if his voice was back, which it should be, since he hasn’t been using it for an entire week and he wasn’t coughing anymore.

“What do you want for dinner Joo?” Jiseok asked as he grabbed a pan and put some rice in the rice cooker. Jooyeon thought for a moment before responding. “I’d like some jajangmyeon please.” All six members sighed in relief at the fact that Jooyeon’s voice was back. However Gunil warned him not to over exert it, or else he might lose it again even though he’s no longer sick. Jooyeon quickly agreed, then went to the kitchen to help Jiseok make dinner.

#sickfic #xdinary heroes

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lostnct23 · 3 years

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Noona?

Pairing: ? x Reader Word count: 2974

Summary: You are the new SM staff whom other members can’t seem to shy away from your charm. But there’s one person who’s more than eager to get you all for himself.

Warning: Slow burn. Possesiveness. Suggestive Disclaimer: This is a pure fiction. There’s is no way that the portrayal of the artist’s character mirrors the artist’s actual true self A/N: Please do not repost this other on social media platform without the consent of the author. Feedbacks are always appreciated and if you have any request or scenarios in mind, I’d be more than willing to entertain your ideas.

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Recently, there has been this SM staff who suddenly became famous among to other staffs. It’s no secret that she’s been the content of the mundane talk of other people within the vicinity. Well for one, it’s because she was extremely talented, new, graduate from abroad and the most infamous one was because, for once, Jisung the ever-shy boy around girls is very comfortable around you. He’s not even very subtle at hiding his adoration towards you.

Ever since you started working in the company it was no surprise that you were extremely approachable despite the fact that you were extremely shy at first. People really adore you for your sincere nature and your genuine heart. That’s why it’s not even a mystery why the NCT maknae was so drawn towards you, however, with that being said, so does the other NCT members.

At first, it was Johnny who was very blatant at showing that he found you adorable, and considering that both of you are very familiar with what is it like to live abroad you quickly click and become comfortable with each other. Then there’s Jaehyun who has his ways of charming people towards him, and then Mark Lee who was unquestionably very friendly and comfortable to be around. Despite the fact that many people swarm their way towards you, you are good at keeping your safe distance, never going beyond what is considered unprofessional which is why you perplexed one person in particular.

He noticed how despite being friendly and tending to other people, you have your subtle way of putting lines between you and them. It’s like you can read other people’s intentions without making them uncomfortable of knowing what was their agenda, that’s why he kept a safe distance from you. Not because he doesn’t want to be close to you, but because he wanted to be able to pass through the walls that you built around you.

With that being said, he just quietly observe from afar, silently studying what he should do, what were these people doing wrong, why despite their attempt you still have that tall wall around you, how should he do things right to win your favor without a single restraint as you have with others.

“Noona!” the maknae exclaimed after seeing you emerged from the curtain behind, today you were assigned as their photographer, it was one of SM’s marketing strategies for their upcoming comeback and you couldn’t be more excited to work with all of the members. They were always with their units, but today, SM decided to have all of them merge.

“Jisung-ah!” you replied and gave the youngest a warm hug, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the brooding man at the back, silently throwing daggers towards your direction, his make-up artist is not so fond as well at his sudden long face expression. “ Have you been well? “ you asked adoringly.

“Yah, what this eyebags, you stay up all night didn’t you?” you playfully scolded him. Jisung suddenly grew embarrassed and even a little guilty at disappointing you.

“ 밥 먹었어요?” (Bap meogeoseoyo) you asked the boy. He just shakes his head as a no and you scoffed at his answer. “그래, 알았어, Let’s eat after this, Noona’s treat” (Grae, arasseo) you said then patted the young boy’s back which earns a delighted smile at his end. On the other hand, someone was not very happy at the scene that unfolded before his eyes. How come, that the ever wallflower Jisung managed to win you over, the only women he laid eyes who doesn’t flatter at other people’s advances towards her. Even the oh-so-great flirt Yuta didn’t manage to have you swoon over your feet.

He was snapped back to life when other Dream members started to tease Jisung because of his encounter with you. Jaemin was the loudest to utter ‘Our Jisung-a is no longer a baby boy huh” Jisung only rolled his eyes and utter how they don’t make sense and how other members were saying the most rubbish, and weirdest non-sense ever. Starting from that day he started to make his own move at making his effort of getting close to you. Doesn’t matter if he can’t break your walls because he’s more than willing to climb it just to get to you.

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Weeks have past and he can already see the progress within your relationship, you were warmer to him than before, you would even greet him first when you do happen to crossway in the hallway. He was also almost confident that you favor him an extra bit more than the others. You were usually shy with other members, would wait for them to acknowledge you first but with him, you would say hi first once in a while. He even became more confident when you asked him first to help you get to know the city when he’s free until it became your thing to invite one another to visit a shop that has only been open recently.

The keyword was almost.

Once their photoshoot from last month was initially released you were relentless at showering Jisung with a compliment. Telling him how proud you were with him, how handsome he looks at some shots. The breaking point was when you told him that you will treat him, AGAIN, with a meal.

“Let’s celebrate this, there’s this restaurant that just open, we should try it” you beamed happily to the boy, even snaking your hand around his right arm. He couldn’t bear the sight, he knows it’s wrong for him to feel hostile towards the youngest member but at this point, he is beyond his rationality. “I want to come to!” he said way too loudly and too aggressive than his normal tone.

All eyes were now focused towards him, shocked at his sudden outburst. But the thing that’s been running in his mind was the fact that he can’t let you be alone with another man that’s not him. He was only starting to build his way at winning you, he can’t let other men have an advance in his game.

Meal with a new restaurant was our thing.

Midnight stroll in the city was our thing.

Going out to visit a new store was our thing.

He’s missing something. Do you like younger boys? Was the problem was his age? Was that it? Was that the reason why you always pin over Jisung despite other members pine over you? He thought you were getting along. He almost even thought that his feelings towards you were starting to cease from being one-sided.

“Oh sure, no problem with that Taeyong Hyung, you can always tag along whenever,” the young boy said, completely oblivious to the way Taeyong’s eyes were raking your form as if he would take you right there and there. You on the other hand found his outburst peculiar and very out of character.

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Starting from that day, Taeyong was more obvious at dropping hints towards his affection. He’s no longer subtle at giving you compliments. The members were not oblivious to this, the moment that Taeyong made his affection towards you obvious, was the moment the other member took it as a cue to back off. They never really saw their leader took an interest in anyone, he’s always too busy to take care of everyone that he always neglect to fend for his own self, so when started to become all puppy eyes whenever you are around, follow you everywhere you go, do everything just to get your attention from bringing your files for you up to the littlest things and reason just to be with you, they knew you were now a serious deal.

Taeyong may have made things obvious, but whatever it is that’s going on between the two of you, it was never confirmed nor denied verbally.

Taeyong always made sure to be pinned in the hip with you whenever he had the chance. May it be the time where you visit their practice room to disseminate some information, may it be the time that they’re free and just casually chilling at the cafeteria, Taeyong would even bring you a drink every chance he got, staying at your station just to casually hang around in a place where you were doing your own things, so basically you were dating without actually being said to be dating.

People around the company started to suspect that there’s something going on between the two of you. Interns who have shown their interest towards you were always warned that you were already Taeyong’s and it would be in their best interest to find someone else than bother you because Taeyong might be the sweetest guy, but boy was he possessive as hell.

There was even one time where an innocent intern was too close to you for Taeyong’s liking and behold, it was the first that everyone witnessed his possessiveness. He wouldn’t keep his hand off of your waist. He would constantly be glued at your side, towering whoever comes in your way, intimidating every single employee who would just approach you. He might not verbally tell them to get lost, but his intimidating aura alone is enough to send them off.

And that was the time that everyone knew better than jeopardize you and Taeyong. It might never be officially stated that the two of you were an item but he’s an idol, and they would never vocally nor announce publicly that they were dating, even if it’s only inside the company. Nevertheless, the way he was behaving around you was enough to show that you were indeed his, and his alone.

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Everything was well, the day was bright, everyone was just having fun, well that’s until someone was having TOO much fun without HIM being by your side. Taeyong doesn’t appreciate the fact that Jisung’s hand was around your shoulder and that you were laughing way too loudly for his liking at to what the maknae was saying. And the fact that you were bare except for your beachwear right now doesn’t make anything better. Seeing other people, especially men, holding your skin like that irks him in so many ways.

“Jisung-a, we’re having too much fun here are we” the innocent boy can only smile towards his Hyung completely oblivious to the sarcasm that coated his statement.

“Oh Hyung, annyeong!” he greeted. “Neh, I was just telling Noona about that time where we skipped and spent all day in the city” he laughed. “Pretty much risky, isn’t it Noona” the boy beamed looking down on you. You on the other hand catch a glimpse of how Taeyong was basically shaking and gawking his eyes on the hand that is around your shoulder.

“Jisung-a,” you said sweetly, which made Taeyong even more annoyed than he already is. He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and it shows with the way how his jaw clenched. “Neh?” Jisung responded, almost too endearing if you asked others' perspectives. But Taeyong’s foul mood is too palpable that you can’t help but acknowledge it. “Maybe you should find Chenle first and...” you haven’t able to finish whatever you were saying because Taeyong basically tears you off from Jisung’s arm and drag away from the shore towards one of resort’s room.

When you’re completely away from the eyes of anyone you were surprised when Taeyong pin you harshly towards the wall, eyes were almost popping from its socket, his boba eyes which everyone adored were replaced with something predatory.

“Were you really oblivious towards what I feel even after making it too fcking obvious or do you really just want to play all too naive and innocent? What are playing Y/N?” he said while carefully caressing your cheeks, despite the fact that he does it so gently it feels like it’s burning because the way of how he’s body is basically restricting him from losing control all at once. You can feel his breath fanning the side of your cheeks.

You gulp loudly not expecting that this is the way Taeyong would finally burst. “Or are you just nasty and enjoyed being called Noona?” he said lips almost touching yours but not enough to actually have contact. His hand slowly traveled towards your delicate neck. “I can also call you Noona you know” he said, almost like a growl. “If that’s what you want if that’s what I’ve been missing all this time, so tell me Y/N, why do you always have the knack of pissing me off through Jisung”.

You on the other hand were too lost with how close your body is with his and the fact that he’s basically manhandling you right now. You wanted to chuckle at how unreasonable he is but at the same time also too aroused to actually compose a coherent answer.

“Answer me or I will force it out of you, you minx” he tightened his grip on your neck. Part of you want to test his patience and the other just wanted to submit, you decided to choose the first one.

“Maybe you haven’t marked what yours properly” you answered hoarsely and Taeyong’s eyes darkened because of your answer. He quickly smashed his lips to yours and one thing lead to another. The last thing you know he’s already giving your neck a hickey, a big and very prominent one you can tell with the way of how hard he was sucking and biting your neck.

Before things can go too far a figure appeared in your peripheral vision which caused you to push Taeyong off of you. Taeyong on the other hand looked too perplexed but when he saw the person cause of your awestruck state, he grew smug.

“Eww, Noona! I know you and Taeyong were now basically a thing but” Jisung exclaimed pointing at your neck looking dumbfounded, “good luck at telling Appa where does that thing came from because I’m basically not telling that my sister is doing the dirty with my leader Hyung” he said leaving the two of you. But even at the end of the hall, you can both heard him murmuring to himself how he can’t believe that his Noona is not as innocent as he thought you were.

Meanwhile, Taeyong looks so perplexed, he just looked at you with a puzzled expression silently begging for an answer.

“Jisung is my dongsaeng you know, I can’t believe you just got jealous of my baby brother, and the maknae of your group” you scoffed. Lightly fixing your dress. “And definitely don’t expect that of all people he would be the one to walk in on us” Taeyong on the other hand look so lost, you can see in his feature some trace of regret, humiliation, guilt but you can only smile at his dumbfound state.

“To answer your question earlier, it’s not like you don’t make things obvious, it’s just that you don’t make it vocal so it’s not like I can really say anything other than what you show” you shrugged trying to bring him out from his dazed.

“Hello? earth to Taeyong?” he remained silent. You decide to say something to finally snapped him out of it. “Since you have already stolen a kiss from me, which is, by the way, my first kiss, and you as well basically already mark me, are finally going to ACTUALLY ask me to be your girlfriend?” still none “or should I finally take that carnival date with Yuta?” that might have done the trick because Taeyong held you by your waist with the blink of an eye. Looking at you hungrily before giving you another kiss, this time it’s sweeter and more sensual than the first time.

“You are only mine, jagiya” he said, and you wonder how can he look so feral just a moment ago, and now he looked so ethereal and cute with his toothy smile.

Fin.

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queenmuzz · 3 years

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Heat of the Moment

A Dante x Reader Valentine’s Day Special!

Your mom had always told everyone, in a disapproving tone, that you were too impulsive for your own good. You darted into the road to get a runaway ball. You bought that awesome looking jacket, without checking to see if it was on sale. And now, because you were craving pizza, and didn’t want to shell out the four bucks extra for delivery, you were in a mighty fine pickle.

You decided that taking the deserted looking street at near midnight, just to shave a few minutes off your walk to Angelo’s Pizzeria was a perfectly splendid idea. So splendid, you didn’t notice the shadowy figures following you, until you were grabbed from behind, and a cloth covered with some sort of chemical was placed over your screaming mouth.

So now, here you stood, or rather...laid, on cold grey stone, that seemed to leech all warmth away from your flesh. It was still dark, but illuminated by torches, you seemed to be surrounded by columns of stone, like you were in some knock off kid sized version of Stonehenge. You immediately attempted to get up, only to find to your irritation, your wrists and ankles were bound by industrial grade chains.

“The offering has awoken!” called out a woman’s voice, and from the darkness, like the damn Ringwraiths from Lord of the Rings, nine cloaked figures came out of the darkness. You tried to make out their faces, but both their pitch black cloaks, and blood red masks hid everything about them.

“Brothers and Sisters, we are gathered here tonight to call forth from the very bones of the earth, a power far greater than any human can imagine. The stars have aligned, the incense has been lit. All now,” she motioned to the cultist beside her, who handed her a leatherbound book, “Is to speak the incantations, and complete the rituals.”

And then, with the help of her assistant, the group began to chant. You had no idea of what was being spoken, but it sounded Latin.

“Really... Latin? Guys, there are a tonne of other languages you could use! What happened to originality?!” you grumbled, but while you could feel their glares, none stopped their inane chants

Upon each pillar, a letter lit up, one at a time. You couldn’t recognize the script, but it looked like a five year old’s attempt to write Hebrew. For some reason, that irked you. This makes no sense. Latin is an Indo-European language, and Hebrew is a totally different family! These idiots are mixing everything up!.

But the incantation seemed to do the trick, and the flames grew, and changed to a sickly green colour. And now, all these cultists raised their arms in exultation

“Lord of the Underworld, we present you this offering, a Virgin Offering, for you to consume!” The lead cultist chanted.

“Wait!” you blurted out, in a desperate attempt to avert your fate, “I’m not a virgin! I’ve had sex before, dozens...no, hundreds of times!”

Her assistant leaned over you, their mask barely concealing his skepticism.

“Name one person you have laid with,” he tested.

“Well…” Your mind was blank, and so you went with the first thing that shot through your brain.

“Your mom, for starters.”

You could have slapped yourself for such a dumb comeback, had your wrists not being tied up, but you needn’t have worried about not getting slapped. The cultist’s lips twisted into a snarl, and you felt white hot pain radiating from your cheek, and the taste of blood filling your mouth. Even though it hurt like hell, one part of you was mentally high fiving at that comeback. His hand raised up one more time, to give another strike, but the leader quickly grabbed his wrist.

“Calm yourself, brother… the offering must remain undamaged. Besides,” and you could swear you heard a smirk in her voice, “It’s not their body that must be virginal, it’s the blood.”

Well shit, you thought, as you placed your burning cheek against the cool stone to relieve the pain.

The ritual continued. “We humble servants provide both the firstfruits of this offering to open the way.” The woman took out a jet black dagger, and approached you with steady steps. Would she cut out your heart, Temple of Doom style? Rip out your entrails? Slit your throat? All you could hope was that it would be quick and painless.

What you hadn’t expected was for her to grab one of your restrained hands and with surprisingly gentleness placed the edge of the obsidian blades against your palm.

As she dragged the razor sharp edge, a line of crimson bloomed, like a trail of bubbles. It almost didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t help but get upset. All this pomp and ceremony, and they were just giving you a cut that would irritate you for weeks...if you lived that long. Whatever happens, you said as the cultist began using your blood to paint the two largest stone pillars, in a perverse parody of the Passover ritual, I hope whatever these bastards are summoning crushes them.

“COME FORTH!” The whole group chanted in unison, “Taste the blood… DEVOUR THE FLESH!”

And without warning, the blood...YOUR blood, burst into flame, racing up the pillars as if gasoline had been pumping through your veins. At the top, the flames connected and formed a gateway...a hellgate. And within it, an orb, an inferno expanded...and a roar that sounded nothing like any earthbound animal emanated.

And then, an explosion of heat and sulfur knocked down the stones, and the cultists, sending the leader flying back several feet. Only you, chained to the granite altar, remained in place.

You squinted as the searing light dissipated. Among the now dying flames stood, or hovered… a demonic sight. You could swear you saw the air distort from the heat that seemed to generate from within his chest. Four leathery wings splayed out, the inner skin swirling designs constantly shifting, almost hypnotising. And the horns! A good foot long that curved and twisted, glowing like charred wood both above and around his face. A face that reminded what was in front of you. A demon. Teeth as long and sharp as paring knives, eyes glowing like the pits of hell. As if Satan himself had come up from the depths. And for all you knew… he probably had.

You heard the sound of crumpled paper. “Oh man,” the demon rumbled, his voice distorted by the sound of the exhaust coming from between his teeth, “I was just getting to the good part…”

“Oh Great and Powerful Lord…” the devil stared at the surrounding area, at the the cultists that had recovered began following their leader’s motions and bowed prostrate on the ground, and you still chained. It was hard to make out his expression, but it seemed like...surprise?

“We are your most humble servants,” the leader continued, “All we ask...is a scrap of your power...a trifle for one such as you, as payment for summoning you..My Lord?”

The demon didn’t even spare a second glance as he strode past her, past the other shrouded forms, and made a beeline towards you. This was it, you thought, time to come up with a witty parting remark. But of course, your impulsive nature wouldn’t cooperate right now. At least the demon seemed to be the ‘fire and fury’ style, he would probably consume you quickly.

He towered over you, and even now, the stone, which had been ice cold the entire time, began to heat up beneath you...sweat, both from terror, and the inferno looming above you, beaded on your forehead.

“My Lord?” the assistant asked, “Is the offering suitable for your arrival? They have a wicked tongue, but they are perfect for summoning.

“I think you got it all wrong buddy,” the demon turned his eyes on the unholy congregation, and strangely, a chill appeared in the air, “You guys didn’t summon me….” A razor claw extended out and pointed at you, “THEY did… and if they summoned me…” the cultists slowly became aware of what he was implying, the quicker ones started making a run for it, “YOU guys must be the offering! Who’s volunteering first?”

The answer was nine sets of panicking feet trying to sprint out of the stone circle. The demon glanced back at you, “You might want to cover your eyes for this, it’s gonna get a little messy,” and with the speed of a racing forest fire, he charged, blades of superheated air swirling around him.

The scream of the lead cultist was enough for you to clench your eyes shut, and then followed by a multiple of cries of terror and death, as the coppery scent of blood, not your own this time, scented the air.

A few minutes later, there was nothing but silence, except the sound of boots on gravel. You couldn’t help it, you took a peek.

Instead of the cultists, or the demon, there was just a guy, shaggy white haired, with a worn t-shirt that clung juuuuust right against his broad chest, and a smile on his face. You looked around, trying to find either a surviving cultist, or the demon, but all you could see in the darkness were void black shapes, lying on the grounds, their robes moving slightly in the breeze.

“That can’t be comfortable, let’s get you out of there,” the man said, and without a hint of effort, he gently grasped your hands, and with the other, he gave a quick yank. Immediately the sound of snapping metal, and to your amazement, your arms were free. And if you had thought he had done a sleight of hand with those chains, the way he effortlessly ripped the chains around your ankles off immediately clued you in that this man was more than he seemed.

You rubbed your wrists as you slowly sat up, staring at him. “Who are...you?”

“Ah, yeah...forgot to introduce myself in the whole hubbub. Cultists always ruining get togethers.” He stuck out his hand, “Name’s Dante.” And as you shook his hand, with your uninjured one, you noticed that for a brief moment, his eyes momentarily glowed red, like embers. Embers that had once been blazing coals.

He must have seen the flash of panic in your eyes, because he backed away, his hands raised in surrender.

“Don’t worry! I ain’t going to hurt you… yeah, I’m the demon those jackasses called for” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “but I’m not the ‘MUST RULE THE WORLD’ type, I usually am the one people call to get rid of what was being summoned, not actually BEING the ‘sommonee.’ Wait, is that the correct term?” He paused for a moment to think it over, before he seemed to come back to the present. “Anyways, I was just relaxing in my office, reading a magazine, and then POOF, I’m in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by people with horrible sense of fashion. Speaking of my magazine...where did I put it?”

You saw the magazine, its pages fluttering in the wind, and picked it up. A copy of ‘Half Cocked’, and on its cover, a buxom young brunette was getting a bit too friendly with a revolver, alongside a well toned man wearing little more than a bandolier.

“Oh thanks!… that” he quickly snatched it out of your hands, “I read it mainly for the articles…” he explained lamely, before hurriedly shoving it in his back pocket, as he looked you up and down. “Besides...I got a feeling I won’t need it much anymore…” And in the flaming remnants of ritual, you swore you saw him turn a shade of pink...although that could just be the fire.

“Welp,” He stretched, “You ready to blow this popsicle stand? All that work made me famished.”

You had no idea where the hell you were, but you were still ravenously hungry. Which reminded you how you got into this mess in the first place.

“I could go for some pizza or-”

You felt a blaze of warmth, and suddenly you felt your legs swept under you, and you looked up at Dante, now back to his demonic form carrying you bridal style. But no longer did it strike fear in you, just a sense of awe...and admiration

“You truly know how to get to this demon’s heart,” he practically purred, and with a slight grunt, he leapt up and started flying towards the nearest collection of lights on the horizon. “Pizza it is, then!”

Despite the remnant of chill from spending God knows how long on that stone, and the brisk breeze of the upper atmosphere blowing past you, you didn’t feel a little bit cold. It was like being held by a flying furnace.

“You know Dante….” you spoke, barely audible above the wind.

“Hm?”

“You’re pretty hot.” Instantly, you realized what you had said, and would have preferred him to just drop you to your death at this very moment.

You heard him chuckle.

“Yeah, this form runs a bit warm….”

And even though he didn’t say it, you were almost certain he knew exactly what you meant.

#Devil May Cry #Dante #dante x reader #dante x you #Valentine's Day Special

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violetsoju · 3 years

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miya atsumu · fluff · 1.9k

muse: highlight - not the end

a/n: my ultimate boys are finally back after three and a half years, and my inner fangirl that has been asleep for way too long has been unleashed for the past few days. hence, this impulsive piece. do let me know if you enjoyed it ❤️

It’s time.

After a year or so, there’s finally light at the end of the tunnel. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom again, gracing the pathways with shades of light pink and white.

It’s the beginning of a new year, of new beginnings, of new hopes and dreams. A time of renewal and rebirth. When cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the future is bursting with possibilities.

What better way to start off the new year with something that makes your heart blossom with love and joy?

You’ve been deep in slumber for the past year, so it’s about time to be awaken and open the curtains for the sunlight shine in.

Your planner is inked with colourful notes and doodles, laptop reformatted with an empty recycle bin, camera equipment cleaned and dusted, phone storage deep-cleaned.

It’s hard to not notice the bright smile tugging your lips even without the mandatory cup of morning coffee, greeting everyone in the office like a ray of sunshine. Even your supervisor notices it and is surprised with the increased efficiency of work from your end. Perhaps he’s more surprised with your razor sharp accuracy in clocking out every day, disappearing in a flash once the clock strikes 6.

Your colleagues can’t seem put a finger to the recent change in your behaviour. What’s an afterwork get-together without you and ridiculous tipsy antics? Not even your favourite yakult soju or the summoning of your supervisor could drag your feet to the dinner place.

“Do you have a boyfriend? That’s why you’re so busy recently?” They would ask. Or they would try and wiggle their way by asking “Is there someone waiting at home for you?”

No matter how tactfully they twist and turn their words, they were all futile attempts. Because all they would get was a sickly sweet innocent smile that never met your crescent-shaped eyes, and an automatic response. “Thank you for the invite, but I’m afraid I’ll have to pass tonight. Have fun!”

They had their bets that you were wrapped up with your secret little love life, spending nights over at your lover’s place, whispering sweet nothings into the night. “Ah, young love.” They would sigh. “Remember to stay protected!”

Your tight lipped smile fuelled them further instead. Why don’t you say anything, they wonder.

To you, why waste your energy explaining something that is incomprehensible to them and risk having yourself being the centre of gossip? Not that you are already the recent centre of gossip.

Because they won’t understand the surge of excitement flowing through your veins at the ping of notifications popping up on your phone screen during work. They won’t understand the of anticipation for the timer on a video screen to turn zero, whether on the way home or while having dinner. They won’t understand the happiness of late night chats with likeminded people online, sleep washed away while gushing and typing in full caps with each other. They won’t understand the buzz of giddiness with just one post, one picture or one sentence. They won’t understand the little squeal behind a picture or a minute-long video unexpectedly appearing on screen. They won’t understand having the same song or same album on loop for days, weeks, or months. They don’t understand the dilemma of choosing a wallpaper or lockscreen for your phone. They don't understand how by remembering a person or something they have said before drives unimaginable motivation and makes the toughest circumstances bearable and possible to overcome. They won't understand how a person who doesn't know your existence personally can be a source of comfort and happiness.

They won’t understand the real reason why you’re smiling like a fool at your phone.

Maybe if they peered carefully at your phone screen, they would know why.

And it’s not what they had in bet.

Well, they were partly right if you were to be completely honest.

But if you were to place your bets, you’re sure most of them would still be scratching their heads in confusion at the black, gold and white logo.

It may be foreign to them, but you swear that you can see those colours even if you’re blind.

MSBY. The 8 member boy group. Worldwide superstars. The whole damn package. Boys made for the dazzling stage. Boys that deserve the whole world. Boys whose talent knows no limits. Boys that you hold dear to your heart.

Ever since Hinata Shouyou, the youngest of the group had injured his lower back and knee during choreography practice (in which was revealed with a slip of a tongue in a livestream that Bokuto and him were so engrossed with a certain acrobatic move which involved a backflip from a higher ground, they begged their choreographer to add it into their new choreography. Instead of showing a clip of the move, they decided to give it a shot and perform it live spontaneously for everyone, where too much adrenaline and a small slip had him lying in the hospital bed for weeks), the group had collectively come to a conclusion to halt their activities until he was fully recovered and ready to roll. There were no solo activities, solo promotions or unit activities despite the attractive proposals or invitations. Such a waste of talent and time, many said. What is their company thinking? Letting their cash cow go to waste like that. But they tuned out all the crap, and firmly held to their resolve of being together as a group; all for one, and one for all.

“We’ll be back. And we know you all have our backs.” Meian Shuugo, the leader of the pack assured, eyes filled with resolute and confidence.

So after a draught of 456 days to be exact, an oasis finally appeared in the burning desert sands. When the notification titled ‘MSBY is back’ appeared on phone and laptop screens alike, it took a few seconds for everyone to blink and make sure it wasn’t a mirage. But the small tick was unmistakable. Then the whole fandom lost their shit.

This isn’t a drill. MSBY is back. In full swing.

The black jackals are ready to hunt. Their hunger has been supressed long enough. They’ve been starved for too long. They’re out for blood. They’re ready to pounce at any moment. They’re back in the game.

(If you were to be real honest, everyone should have saw this coming after that particular livestream where Bokuto, the renowned king of spoilers, animatedly announced that “We’ll be seeing you guys soon. Like real soon!” with his wide toothy smile, to which Inunaki Shion ferociously slapped him in the back with a cramped broad smile plastered on his face. “In the next livestream, of course! Can’t wait to see you guys soon!” The mom of the group added through gritted teeth. Adriah Tomas choked on his water and sheepishly grinned, while Sakusa Kiyoomi stared ahead unfazed, like this was a daily occurrence.)

Which means it’s time for you to get back to work. Which is also no surprise why you’ve been so occupied these days, having two schedules to work with: your personal schedule and MSBY’s comeback schedule. Which also means, your weekends are MSBY’s weekends.

Fangirling is a job to be taken very, seriously.

Change of word choice for the better. Supporting your idols is a job to be taken very, seriously.

So on a pleasantly warm Saturday afternoon with cherry blossoms petals dancing in the wind, as you try your best to stable yourself on the ground with the huge ass DSLR in your hands, you scan for a specific person among the sea of people ahead. A specific blond, to be exact. But lucky you, because even if you don’t scan for him, he finds his way to your camera lens. Which is why your pictures are one of the most sought after and anticipated of the idol Miya Atsumu, lead dancer of MSBY.

It’s like he has antennas on the top of his head. Despite the flurry of cameras flashing at him, confessions and screams drowning out his surroundings, rapid camera shutters going off like woodpeckers drumming relentlessly on a tree, he somehow, always manages to locate you, to look right into your camera lens, giving you his million dollar smile or infamous grin with small fangs peeking from the sides. The cherry on top? His top-notch fanservice. He never, never fails to give a reaction to you. Be it a small wave, a heart shape with his arms bent over his head, or a flirtatious wink that would combust hearts right on the spot.

You’re beyond grateful for his attentiveness and recognition towards you. It’s not like you’re on his heels. Hitting the shutter button is just a pastime of yours when your schedule allows. In better words, you’re just a random potato popping up occasionally with a camera. Plus, it’s no easy feat to pick a specific person out among a sea of people, especially with tens or hundreds of faces flashing before his eyes in one go.

Truth to be told, you’re thankful for the special attention too, because you get to share the fun and playful side of him with everyone, to light up everyone’s day with pictures of their favourite golden boy. Sharing is caring, and in this big close-knitted family, everyone deserves to be well fed.

However, the good things in life are never free.

Jealousy is a bitch, and bitches need to get well soon. Rumours are born out of wicked tongues, and wicked tongues are born out of the evil fire of envy.

Baseless ridiculous tales circulate among the community. How you’re the daughter of some big-shot of the company or political figure, using, or abusing your privilege connections to gain his favour. How you’re an obsessive fan who has intruded your way into his life, holding his career by the reins out of corrupted love by stalking and threatening him to pose for the camera, your camera specifically if he wants to keep himself and his group safe. How it’s a business relationship between the both of you: you as his private photographer, him paying you to get perfect shots of him to boost his popularity, to outshine his members, to feed his monstrous ego.

But do you care? Of course you don’t.

Because between this jam-packed schedule, this is the only time you get to see your boyfriend in real life, and you want to keep a record of his amazing journey through your lenses. It’s a diary of his growth, the beautiful moments in his life. A diary for him, you and his fans. To also show him that you’re here with him, here for him, no matter what.

And does Miya Atsumu care? Of course he doesn’t.

Because what more can he ask by having the opportunity to see you in flesh, even if it’s just a few seconds amidst his hectic back-to-back schedules. You’re his serotonin, the one that he misses holding in his arms after a long tiring day, the one that keeps him going, the one that he can count on for being there.

Knowing that you’re there at every step of the way makes him take each step with more confidence and pride.

So as Miya Atsumu exits the broadcasting building, he searches for a familiar camera lens among the sea of similar looking cameras shoved in his face. He sweeps his gaze from left to right, and grins when he spots the one he’s looking for.

A face sculpted by the gods with a boyish grin that could lit up the world graces the cameras of many, but only one captures his eyes gleaming with delight head on.

There was a really cute fanart of idol! Atsumu but the artist has closed her twitter account so I can't link it here T_T but if you do have any idol! Atsumu fanarts do send them in hehe

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