#what can I say……. I actually enjoy nct’s music
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2021 and 2023
ah, so it seems I rly am an nctzen…..
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Recording Sessions
Pairing — 3racha and Reader
Wordcount — 3,485 words
Genre — Smut
Warnings — Dom!Chan and Changbin, Switch(sub lean)!Jisung, consensual voice recording. Dirty talk, use of petnames (slut), mild humiliation, oral sex (m. receiving), brief spanking, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, mild cum play, sex in a recording booth.
Autor's note — Wrote this a while ago for a commission, but as I was lurking through my google drive I found this again. I think its fun and I've been meaning to post something for a while now, but I can't get anything done sadly. I think I wrote this back in may or june? I am not too sure, but I hope you like it! I've been writing for NCT these days and I have 2 wips for them. I'm also working on something with Lee Know as a character. I hope I can get any of that finished soon! Hope you enjoy this, and I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes in advance 🤍
“Do any of you even know what a real moan sounds like?”
The look on their faces is amusing. Hadn't you been inside the recording booth, you're sure Changbin would have already headlocked you in a playful manner for running your mouth.
But you are inside the recording booth, the three of them sitting in the studio with frustration written all over their faces.
“This sounds so fake,” you continue, taking off the headset. “What did you type in youtube to get this sample? Women moaning ASMR?”
“You’re not being helpful at all, you know that?” Changbin asks, trying to keep a serious demeanor but failing almost miserably every time he remembers the audio samples that are currently as background vocals in their upcoming song. They do sound awful, but he isn't as straight-forward as you are.
“Well, you asked for my opinion and I’m giving it to you,” the smug look on your face pisses off Chan just a little, but it is nothing new —the endless bickering between the both of you has happened ever since you two met. It's always light-hearted and friendly, but it surely does bring some tension into your friendship with him.
“Any ideas on how we can improve this?”
“For once, get rid of all the fake moaning and get something that actually sounds like a woman being pleasured,” you instruct them, and smile when you see the three of them paying attention to your words. They have such abilities when it comes to music and producing, but they often look for constructive criticism outside their small group of three just to see things from different perspectives. “We don’t sound like that, it’s more like gasping for air and deep sighs accompanied with mostly quiet moans. This sounds like someone shouting exaggeratedly”.
“I’ve tried,” Chan murmurs, leaning back on his studio chair that he spins slightly. “But nothing sounds right. It’s a bit too much, maybe”.
“No, I do think the song calls for background sounds like these,” you encourage the trio. “It’s just- you need something more raw and real”.
There’s a quick moment of silence in which the four of you exchange glances, without exactly saying anything in particular.
Changbin and Chan look too deep into their own thoughts, probably trying to come up with another idea or alternative for that sound sample you all hate so much. Jisung, on the other hand, is staring right into you through the glass barrier that separates you from them, with an idea in mind he’s not quite sure how to deliver, but that he ends up doing it anyway.
“What if we record you?” Jisung asks, drawing the scowling glances of the other two. “I mean, you can obviously fake them since you're a woman, right?”
The suggestion has you cackling quietly, but even Chan and Changbin are considering it —you can tell by how they're looking at you as if they're expecting your verdict.
“Right,” you scoff, crossing both of your arms in front of your chest, “because what better way to spend my Saturday afternoon than faking moans inside a recording booth”.
“It’s not going to take you long,” It’s Chan who speaks this time. The one you thought was going to be the least to be on board with such a crazy idea. “We all know this isn’t going to be the first time you fake them”.
Your mouth opens in awe and you curse them mentally when they all laugh under their breaths. It was just one time, with a guy you didn’t even like, and you told them about it because you wanted to get the embarrassing memory out of your system. You were too bored, and desperate to go, that you ended up faking a series of moans that tricked him into thinking you were finished.
“Very funny, Christopher,” you spit, resentful. “I thought you promised not to bring that shit up, ever again”.
“And I thought you promised you’d help us,” Chan attacks, “so what is it going to be?”
You look at them for a couple of seconds, pondering the situation. You can help them, you really have nothing better to do —yet a better idea comes to mind.
“Why faking it if you can have the real deal?” you ask, nibbling at the skin against your fingernails. You’re trying to appear collected, but even suggesting such a crazy idea it’s making you feel uneasy. Unless you've gotten the signals wrong, you know they won't turn down such a proposal. “You’re all just sitting there, when one of you could help me”.
It’s Jisung who leans down over the console, clicking a red button to open the microphone.
“What exactly are you proposing?”
“Well, you were the one who pinned this on me, Han,” judging by their facial expressions, you know they understood exactly what you meant. They just want to make sure you are all on the same page. “Why don’t you come here and help me, so we can get this over with?”
“Why him?” Changbin immediately asks, offended even because you didn't consider him as your first option.
“Do you want to help me too?” you chuckle, “because I wouldn’t mind if you joined”.
“Han,” Chan’s cold voice interrupts the silence, catching the attention of the younger. He doesn’t say anything else, but rather signals for him to get inside the recording booth with a tilt of his head.
Jisung doesn’t say anything either, but his eyes flutter between you and Chan, almost begging for further instructions. He hesitates, perplexed. Not because he doesn’t want this, but because he really can’t begin to comprehend this is really happening.
“If you don’t want to, Changbin can do it,” the older speaks again.
“N-no, I mean- I can do it,” Jisung stands up from his studio chair abruptly and hastily, like he is in a rush. To be honest, he kind of is —he has been daydreaming of this moment ever since he met you, so he isn't going to waste it. Even if that means there are going to be other people watching or involved. “I just- what do I do?”
Chan and Changbin scoff quietly, teasing him. “You should ask her that question,” the former replies, crossing both of his arms and leaning back on his chair, “not us”.
“Yeah, okay”.
Jisung walks inside the booth, swallowing thickly. Is he really about to do this? Is he dreaming? Or is this some sort of a sick joke?
He can’t help but overthink the situation, but every single one of his thoughts goes away when you welcome him into your embrace, holding him tightly against your body with his half-hard cock pressing against your lower abdomen and your tits against his toned chest. The other two are watching, and that only riles him up a lot more.
“Have you ever been this shy?” You tease him, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing your lips against his. “You’re always so cocky, always running your mouth. But right now you aren’t. I wonder why”.
“We don’t have that much time,” Chan warns you through the speakers, and you can feel the despair in his voice. Like Changbin, he’s anticipating something and you’re edging them, just like you are to Jisung.
“Then I’m going to need more help,” you hum, latching your fingers against Jisung’s dark hair while pulling him closer to the crook of your neck. He loses no time and starts kissing and licking the sensitive flesh, hiding his face there. You, on the other hand, look through the glass barrier proudly to the other two who are out. “From the both of you”.
“One isn’t enough for you? Do you need the three of us?” Chan asks, poking his cheek with his tongue. Changbin, on the other hand, observes the scene in awe, with both excitement and impatience. You don't reply, but shoot an accomplice glance at the older. “I always knew you were some of a slut, I just didn’t think this much”.
“Well, now you know,” you smile, biting your lower lip when Jisung sucks on a sensitive spot a bit too harshly, “so start recording”.
The following moments are blurry, perhaps because of how nervous you are. You try to act in control, like you're the one calling the shots. But when you feel the three of them near you, with their hands all over you, it's hard to.
“You’re not that bold now, are you?” Chan whispers in your ear, pressing your arse against his crotch. To your sides, there’s Jisung and Changbin, who grope and kiss your body as much as the other allows them to.
“I’m doing this for you,” you sigh, kicking your head back until it meets Chan’s shoulder.
“Right,” he scoffs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to kneel in front of Changbin and Jisung. “We just wanted your advice, but somehow we ended up like this”.
“I wonder why,” you tease him looking up to him while your hands tease the men in front of you.
“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s such a filthy slut,” Changbin murmurs, caressing your hair back.
You can feel them through their sweatpants —you can feel how hard and ready they are for you, how desperate they are for your touch. You wish to take your sweet time with them, to suck the three of until they come in your mouth only to fuck you afterwards.
You want more than just a quick fuck. But this will have to do for now.
“Suck them off,” Chan orders, pleased with the sight of you on your knees.
Good thing you’re wearing such accessible clothes today —you’re making his job ten times easier.
“Get us nice and wet, baby,” Changbin proceeds, pulling your head against his crotch while he lowers his sweatpants just enough to release his throbbing cock. “We’re going to fuck you with it, so it’s up to you how easy you’re going to make this for yourself”.
“Don’t forget Jisung too,” the one behind you murmurs into your ear, practically kneeling right beside you while he pulls up your dress, revealing a shameful piece of clothing that he can barely name as underwear. The sight makes Chan’s cock throb even harder. “See how much he’s leaking? I know he has been dreaming of this for a while now”.
“Fucker,” Jisung hisses through gritted teeth, feeling betrayed by his friend. Truth is, he isn’t telling any lies.
“Aw, you have?” He has been infatuated with you for quite some time now, and he is too awkward to be discreet about it. You have caught him checking you out shamelessly, and it has always been a turn on for you.
“We all have,” Changbin says, nibbling at his lower lip when you wrap your hand around his cock. You squeeze both of them hard, staring up at them with a mischievous smile. “If only you knew what we talk about when you’re not around”.
“Mh, I feel a little excluded now,” you pout. “Why don’t you guys just show me?”
You spent another ten minutes on your knees, being throat fucked by your dearest friends Changbin and Jisung. They take turns in burying their cocks inside your warm mouth, using your hair as leverage to let you know which one of them to suck next.
In the meantime, Chan just watches.
You’re drooling all over yourself by now, your shirt ruined with a mixture of spit, precum and sweat. Your skin feels sticky, your mouth feels full and your pussy feels wet —you really wouldn’t be surprised if the floor was stained with your arousal.
“C’me here,” Chan tells you, grabbing you by your arm and helping you get in a different position. Your knees are bruised and red, but you don’t really care —tomorrow it will be a fun reminder of what happened today. “Now let’s really start recording”.
You lay on the floor on all fours, with your ass up and your hands and knees supporting your body weight. It's an uncomfortable position, but you can only do much in a recording booth with no bed or couches.
The first one to take a spot right behind you is Changbin. Out of the three, it’s the one who seems more desperate to get his release and you kind of understand him —you’re desperate to feel something too, anything.
“I don’t have-” his voice is strangled, almost panicking. You can feel his hands gripping your hips, and the tip of his cock brushing against your slit.
“I don’t care,” you encourage him, whimpering when Chan forces your head to face his throbbing dick that he has his fist wrapped around. “Just fuck me”.
It’s the heat of the moment that's getting the best out of you, but you can’t begin to regret it when you feel Changbin’s cock burying itself little by little inside your aching pussy. You try to hold back your moans, worrying that someone outside the hall might hear you, but you know it’s practically impossible.
Plus, that’s the reason why you’re there, anyways.
So you start enjoying the moment, being as vocal as possible. If anything, the lewd sounds escaping through your lips are only pushing Changbin towards the edge, hips snapping at yours roughly enough to get a series of strained moans immersed in both pleasure and pain.
“You sound so g-good,” Changbin grunts, biting his lower lip to stop himself from being too loud. “Had I known your moans were this pretty, I've would've fucked you before”.
“Fuck, Changbin”. The way his name falls from your lips boosts his ego, and he’s glad everything is being recorded. He makes a mental note to go back to the recording later today, just in case he needs to unwind.
“Jisung will fuck you after him,” Chan demands your attention yet again, brushing the tip of his cock against your lips. He’s kneeling in front of you while Changbin is pounding your pussy from behind. Jisung, on the other hand, is stroking himself while he witnesses the scene; too shy to actually make a move himself, like the rest of them. “And then I will go next, how does that sound?”
“How many seconds- of the sample do you even need?” you chuckle, but the laugh is soon muffled by another whimper caused by Changbin’s ministrations.
“Just a couple,” he replies, smearing his precum along your lips. “But I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave this studio without being fucked by Jisung and me, right?”
You love his cockiness, and how he is always almost right. So you nod frantically, clenching around Changbin at the idea of being filled with the both of them in just a couple of seconds.
It doesn’t take him long to come inside you, especially not with how much your pussy is clenching around him. He does so shamelessly, grunting your name and gripping your hips too harshly you’re sure it will leave a mark tomorrow.
When he pulls out, commanded by Jisung who is too desperate to wait another second, you feel his sticky arousal leaking out of you. It’s a weird sensation, and it makes you feel dirty, but you can’t deny you like it.
And you like it even more when you feel the tip of Jisung’s cock gathering all of his friend’s cum, fucking it back into you little by little, making sure it doesn’t go to waste.
“Who would’ve thought, hm?” You whimper, feeling a bit sore from Changbin’s aggressive care. “You’re not as innocent as I thought, Jisungie”.
He doesn’t say anything, but gives you a sharp thrust in response. One that makes your whole body jolt and tremble, one that earns you one of the prettiest moans the three of them have ever heard.
Chan is sure the recording is good to be used by now, but he doesn’t want to stop just yet. Or at least not until he also gets his fun.
“S-so tight,” Jisung murmurs, holding you more delicately than Changbin did. You love the contrast, though, and they’re both a good fuck. “And warm, all filled up with cum”.
“You’re going to fill me up too, Jisungie?” On any other occasion, the nickname would’ve earned you a killer gaze and a couple of curses from him. But right now, Jisung doesn’t mind. In fact, he likes it. There’s something enticing about you acting like the one in control.
“Can- I?” He asks with a shakily breath. His sloppy movements tell you he is close, and you take it as a compliment. A minute is definitely a record, but you’re really not mad about it.
“That depends,” you tease him, crying out loud when his cock starts hitting sensitive spots inside your walls. “Are you going to come a lot for me?”
“Ngh, y-yes,” Jisung whimpers. “Please, I’m- close, just let- say yes, please”.
“Go on,” you order him, arching your ass even more for him. “Give it to me”.
Not even a couple of seconds later, you feel a now familiar sensation warming up your lower tummy, leaking through your pussy and onto your thighs.
“Shit,” Changbin scoffs, checking the scene out. “You made a fucking mess”.
You want to look at what he did, know how much he came for you, but Chan reinforces your initial position yet again by arching your ass even more.
“Be a good slut for me,” he tells you, landing a sharp spank on one of your ass cheeks. The sudden action makes you cry out in pain, but you don’t hate the sensation completely. “And I’ll be good to you”.
You’re not quite sure what he means, and you don’t get time to ask before he’s bottoming out inside of you.
“Fuck!” you moan, suddenly losing the strength on your arms and your upper body threatening to plop down onto the floor. “C-chan!”
“C’me here,” he groans, sneaking a hand underneath your tummy looking for your clit. Again, the position isn’t the best but he somehow makes it work. And when you feel his digits rubbing your nerves just at the same pace of his thrusts, you start clenching around him even harder.
“Oh my g-god,” that stimulation is exactly what you need to come undone. Jisung and Changbin did a hell of a job getting you closer to your orgasm, but this is exactly what you needed to reach your climax.
And a well deserved one.
“Come,” Chan grunts through gritted teeth, biting his lower lip while furrowing his eyebrows. The sight of your ass bouncing against his cock is enough to get him to come, but he needs you to come first. “I’ll come with you”.
“Ngh- Chan,” and just like some magic words, you’re coming right after his order. He can feel you tightening around him, trying to milk his cock just as badly as you did with the other two. And he can’t resist that feeling, so he sticks up to his word and comes inside you almost at the same time.
“Such- a good- little fucking slut,” his words are strained and painful. But his voice only contributes more to your own orgasm, just like the feeling of his cum filling you up.
It takes the two of you a few moments to actually stop —even after coming, he kept on fucking you slowly until he made sure to fuck all of their cum inside of you. The last thing he wanted was to make a mess inside the recording booth, but it was inevitable.
The floor is stained with all sorts of fluids, ones that are dripping out of your swollen pussy and others that no one knows how they got there.
“Jisung,” Chan sighs, caressing your hips while fixing his clothes. “Stay with her, I’ll go get something to clean her up. Make sure she’s alright, and take her to the sofa in the studio, ‘kay?”
Jisung nods, attentive, and he helps you get up off the floor with ease. He wraps his arm around you, and fixes the top part of your dress to which you mutter a quick and soft thank you.
“Changbin’s going to get you something to eat or drink, and I’ll take care of this. Alright?”
You nod, still supporting your whole weight on Jisung. Your sore legs can only do much.
“He’s going to be with you in the meantime, but we will all be right back,” Chan’s soft gaze is the opposite to what he showed inside the recording booth, but you absolutely adore the contrast.
“Yeah, ‘s okay,” you smile.
“You did good, yeah?” Chan smiles, caressing your hair, “sounded so pretty for us”.
You offer them a weak, yet satisfied smile, “my pleasure”.
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spin the bottle
part of @rrxnjun 's "the crush chronicles" collab
PAIRING: childhood friend!donghyuck x female!reader (side pairing: friend!yangyang x friend!karina)
GENRE: college au, childhood friends to lovers, fluff, slightly angsty, coming-of-age, mc and hyuck grow apart and then become friends (or lovers!!) again, best friend!yangyang, best friend!karina, xiaojun and giselle are mentioned a couple times
WARNINGS: mentions of food, explicit language, alcohol consumption, mentions and use of drugs, smoking, vomiting, use of pet names (barely lol), probably a bit too fluffy at the end, the side couple is lowkey more interesting than the main couple (oops), super cliché plot line, not proofread (please let me know if i missed anything)
WC: 21,2 k (oops lol)
‣[PLAYLIST]: amusement park by baekhyun, can i call you tonight? by dayglow, on the way by nct dream, fallingforyou by the 1975
SUMMARY: you knew you loved lee donghyuck ever since you met him, when the two of you were little kids. you had become best friends and were practically inseparable. until one day, donghyuck had to leave town and he also had to leave you. however, your feelings for him only grew stronger and stronger and you knew you had to confess to him when you met him again in college. but all this time, you kept suppressing them and you were always left wondering one thing; if he ever loved you back.
A/N: wow i can't believe it's finally here!! i've spent months working on this fic and i can say i'm very proud for actually finishing it. thank you everyone for being excited for it and especially thanks to @rrxnjun and the collab call for giving me the basis for developing this idea <3 enjoy reading this fic and don't forget to give me feedback, it helps me a lot<33
read on wattpad / ao3
You were five years old when you first fell in love. Or at least you thought you did. You could never know what falling in love meant at such a young age. But that’s how you want to describe it. Because your feelings for him could not be compared to how you felt about other boys. He could not be compared to other boys. That’s why you fell in love with him. But he didn’t fall in love with you. Or if he did, he never showed it.
Loud cheerful screams were the sound echoing in your ears, mixed with the soothing dreamy music coming from the merry-go-round ahead of you. The gate in front of you seemed ginormous in comparison to your small body. Rainbow fairy lights were climbing up the sides of the gate, confetti glued in between each one of them. White balloons were tied to the top and bottom corners of the pillars, leading up to the bright red and gold sign at the top which read ‘Welcome to Dreamland’.
Your eyes were roaming around the place, looking up to the sky and then left and right to the amusement park your mum took you. Soft awes and chuckles left your lips every time you spotted something new. Everything seemed magical in your eyes, the music and the colors transporting your little brain to different dimensions; this was indeed dreamland.
You stopped in front of the merry-go-round and inspected it. The blue, gold and white horses were moving up and down to the rhythm of the music, kids were riding them with cheerful smiles on their faces. You wanted to go there too. You looked at your mother to ask her to get on the merry-go-round. You opened your mouth when-
“Y/n! Y/n!” a cheery voice was calling your name. You stopped to look towards the direction of the sound, only to spot your best friend. “Yangyang!”
You let go of your mother’s hand and sprinted towards him, capturing him into a tight hug. “Wanna go to the horses?” you asked him eagerly.
“Yes! Let’s go” he agreed and your mothers helped you get on the merry-go-round. After all, it was your favorite.
You and Yangyang went on almost every ride of the amusement park. You loved bumper cars, you went on the ferris wheel with your mothers and went on almost twenty rounds on the kids’ roller coaster. You even tried to catch a teddy bear at the claw machines, but you couldn’t get the chance to do so.
After hours of trying all of the amusement park rides, your little stomach started growling and the smell of food everywhere around you only triggered your hunger more. You passed by the food canteens, smelling and taking in all the delicious scents. "What should I choose?" you thought. Just then, you spotted a stand with something strange looking; it was multi-colored fluff on sticks. Cotton candy. You had never seen it before, so you had to try it.
“Mum! I want to try this! It looks like clouds! I want the pink one!”
Your mum agreed and bought you and Yangyang one stick of cotton candy each, while his mum bought you drinks.
You went over to the tables to sit and eat your cotton candy. You sat down on a chair and took a bite. You didn’t know what to expect, but the sugary flavor definitely met those expectations.
“Wow, it tastes so pink! And it feels like the clouds! It's so fluffy!” your mother laughed at your excitement and agreed.
Yangyang was eating his cotton candy too, but he suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you down the chair. “Let’s go for a walk. Mum, can we go for a walk?” he turned to ask his mother.
His mum shrugged. “Okay, but not too far from here, I want to see you” she said and we left, grinning.
Obviously, you didn’t listen to her. You liked the freedom you had at that moment, so you went strolling through the entire amusement park.
You and Yangyang were holding each other’s hand so that neither of you run away and got lost. Your other hands were holding the cotton candy. You felt so small among the other people and the huge amusement park rides, but you liked it. You felt at ease.
Yangyang let go of your hand and started skipped in front of you. “In the count of three I’ll start running and you will chase after me to catch me!” he said leaving you still.
“No! Yangyang, I can’t run fast!”
Yangyang didn’t listen to you. He smirked instead and started counting. “One, Two. Three!”
“Wait!” you yelled, but he had already run away.
You sighed and started running through the crowd too. You could still spot him in between other people, but you couldn’t run that fast and stumbled when taking longer steps.
Yangyang stopped and turned back to look at you. He smiled and yelled. “Come on, you’re almost there!” and resumed running.
You were breathing heavily, your feet were feeling sore, and you couldn’t move with ease through the crowd. You took a deep breath and gathered all your energy to run as fast as you could. Your only focus was to catch your friend Yangyang, who was now walking backwards looking at you with a smug expression. You had blocked out your surroundings entirely and didn’t notice that another boy was running too. And he was running towards your direction.
Yangyang was now standing, waiting for you to catch him. “I got you!” you shouted before you let out a scream and fell on the ground. The other boy was running fast too, which ended in him bumping into you. Both of you and the other boy fell down on your butts, the cotton candy you were holding was now smashed and dropped on the ground too.
“No! My fluff!” you frowned, tears already forming in the corners of your eyes.
Yangyang was shocked to see you fall. He came over to you to help you get up, smoothening your dress. “Are you okay Y/n? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get you hurt” he was the one that sounded more hurt.
“It’s okay Yangyang” you reassured him. “But my fluff fell too! I wanted to eat it!” you whined.
Yangyang hugged you. “Don’t worry, we’ll buy a new one."
The other boy steadily stood up by himself. “I’m sorry, I was running too. I didn’t see you.” The boy said, his head lowered.
Neither you or Yangyang responded, so he lifted his head slowly to look at you. “I can buy you cotton candy if you’d like. Sorry” he apologized again.
But you couldn’t speak now either. He looked at you with sorrow eyes, plump lips forming a pout. You took a moment to really look at him. His skin was darker than yours, he was slightly taller than you, his bowl-cut covered his eyebrows, moles on his cheek and neck.
You didn’t know why, but you felt your stomach clench. You cleared your throat and spoke. “Don’t be sorry, I was running too.”
The boy nodded. “My name is Donghyuck. What’s yours?” he asked.
“I’m Y/n and this is my friend Yangyang” you pointed at your friend beside you and he flashed a bright smile to the other boy, Donghyuck.
Donghyuck smiled too and you felt your stomach clench again. “Do you guys want to be friends?” he asked and both you and Yangyang nodded. “Yes let’s be friends! Do you wanna go ride the bumper cars?” Yangyang said and grabbed both yours and Donghyuck's hands.
That’s the first memory you had of him. The first time you saw him, and the first time you've ever felt this weird clenching feeling in your stomach. This was a memory you would always cherish and always remember dearly. But you weren't really sure if he held this memory as close to his heart as you did.
Beep. Pause. Beep
Why isn’t he picking up the phone? You had called Yangyang three times already. Where is he?
You put your phone in your pocket and grabbed the books you needed for your next class from your locker. As you locked it, an arm linked with yours and dragged you to the corridor.
“Are you ready for this new semester? I heard new students transferred to our department, they might be hot” your best friend Jimin was smirking, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Yeah they might be, but I have a class now and Yangyang isn’t here, I can’t cover up for him on the first day!” you complained.
“Oh come on Y/n, you know how he is. He probably slept in, he’ll be here, don’t worry” she said and you nodded.
You were walking towards your class, greeting a few of your old colleagues on the way. It was your third year of college already, but it still felt like your first day.
You and Jimin parted ways and went to your respective classes. You agreed to meet up later for coffee and lunch, after classes ended.
The amphitheater was almost full; you managed to spot an empty seat at the back of the room and hurried to sit there before someone else took that seat.
You sat down and placed the books on top of the desk. You checked your phone again and saw that Yangyang had now texted you.
[Yangles]
slept in. don’t save me a seat
ttyl :)
Typical Yangyang. You sighed and put your phone aside as the lecture was about to start.
For the next two hours, you couldn’t concentrate on the lecture because of the group of friends chatting behind you. If you were honest, their conversation was a lot more interesting than the lecture.
The girls behind you kept talking about the new students at the computer engineering department. You heard comments such as “oh he is so hot” and “they looked at me and winked”. Oh Jimin is gonna love the tea.
The lecture finally ended and you headed towards the coffee shop in which Jimin asked you to meet her. You sent her a text to let her know you’re on your way. As you were typing the text, suddenly an arm slung around your shoulder. So you let out a loud-ass scream.
“Guess who’s here!” Yangyang exclaimed, a wide grin plastered across his face, eyes bright, his loud voice a bit too close to your ear. If you ever become deaf, it’s all his fault.
“Oh good morning to you too Yangyang, I’m fine thanks and you?” you said ironically and he rolled his eyes at your comment.
“Cut the ironies bestie, I met Donghyuck earlier” he said and your feet froze and stayed glued right where you were standing.
But you haven’t seen him in years. He moved out of town when you were fifteen, right before high school, because his parents found a better job. He had promised both you and Yangyang that he would call and maybe even visit you whenever he could. And he kept his promise for a while, but after things got tougher with school, his phone calls and occasional visits stopped.
Your stomach clenched. You gulped and removed Yangyang’s arm from your shoulder. “what do you mean Donghyuck is here?”
“I mean that Donghyuck is here” he said, rolling his eyes again, but his tone was serious. “He transferred to the computer engineering department. I came across him on campus and met his friends too. Real cool guys. He asked me about you too.”
“He did?” you regret speaking, because you didn’t expect your voice to come out that shaky.
“Um yeah, why wouldn’t he? He wants us to meet and hang out, just like the good old days. Are you free now?”
“No, I’m actually meeting Jimin for coffee now. I was texting her before you scared the shit out of me” you said.
Yangyang laughed. “Okay, I’ll see you later then. I’ll tell Hyuck you said hi” he squeezed your cheek and left.
But you were still standing frozen, trying to comprehend what Yangyang just told you. Donghyuck is back. He is back and you couldn’t wait to see him again. So he does remember you. There must be a reason why he didn’t contact you all these years. People’s lives change, right? Does he still look as pretty as he did back then? Does he still care about you as he did back then? All these questions started forming one after the other in your head, but you couldn’t distract yourself from the clenching feeling in your stomach. In fact, these exact questions were to blame for causing you this feeling.
You were ten years old when you fell in love again. Not that you ever fell out of love. But at least now you were sure about your feelings. It wasn’t something you had made up; it was rather a confirmation that you had loved him ever since the day you saw him.
You had went to the park with Yangyang and Donghyuck. The three of you decided to do sports in the park; Yangyang took his skateboard with him and Yangyang took his bike. You, however, didn’t take anything with you; you didn’t know how to skate and you certainly didn’t know how to ride a bike. You just wanted to tag along because you had fun spending time with your friends.
But Donghyuck had offered to help you learn how to ride a bike. Yangyang bursted out laughing so hard when Donghyuck said that. “I tried to teach her how to skate once and let me tell you, I wouldn’t even think about teaching her how to ride a bike” Yangyang said.
Yangyang always found his way to make fun of you. He didn’t do it in order to be mean; it was anything but that. He liked teasing you because you would get annoyed and then he would apologize because he felt bad. “I didn’t mean it Y/n” he would say. “I know” you always responded.
But that day Donghyuck was present in this conversation. What you didn’t expect was for him to stand up for you. “Well, in her defense Yangyang” he started “skating is too hard. It needs patience both by the skater and the student. The bike is a bit easier to handle. I think Y/n can do it”.
Every time Donghyuck spoke about you, your stomach clenched. You didn’t know what it was about him that made you feel this way. Was it his eyes? His smile? His honey skin? His soft voice? His kindness and humor? The way he treated you? You didn’t know.
Yangyang agreed with Donghyuck. “You’re right, I didn’t mean what I said. Just so you know. I think you can do this Y/n” he said, his smile fading.
“Don’t apologize Yangles, I know you didn’t mean it” you said and his signature grin appeared on his face again.
You eventually learned how to ride a bike. Donghyuck helped you every time; he taught you how to keep your balance, held you every time you were about to fall and did it every day until you were finally able to do it on your own.
One day he asked you to go to the park to ride your bikes together. Yangyang said he couldn’t come because he felt sick. So it was just you and Donghyuck.
You always felt such comfort with him. He reminded you of a warm summer day in nature. His pure gaze felt like the sun rays hitting your skin, his plump lips seemed to be as soft as the cotton fields, his laugh livelier than the chirping birds. He was comfort himself.
That day the two of you went biking, you couldn’t help but smile at the way you felt. You felt free, independent, powerful. The world surrounding you was in a haze, the only sight you could see was him, the only sound you could hear was his voice.
But sometimes it felt nice not hearing his voice. It meant that he was at peace, and you were too. You had left your bikes standing against a tree and the two of you sat down on the grassy ground to just stare at the sunset. You both loved the sunset.
Donghyuck’s arm was resting on your lower back, his head leaning towards yours, which was resting on his shoulder. Sometimes, when you sat in a position like this, you would try to match your breathing with his. If you were to be honest, you would admit that it was quite hard.
Donghyuck’s gaze was set on the colorful sea of clouds ahead of him, You did the same. He didn’t turn to look at you when he spoke up. “You know, Y/n, at moments like this, I realise how much I enjoy spending time with you. You are truly the best friend I could ever have. I would never leave you, okay?”
The words he uttered at this exact moment confirmed that you sure loved him. More than just a friend. But you could never open up to him about this. He could never know. Not when he wasn’t feeling the same. Not when he didn’t keep his promise.
Jimin was sitting at a coffee table near the window, sipping from a white plastic cup while texting on her phone. You skipped towards her and sat down on the chair opposite from hers. “Donghyuck is here”.
She put down both her cup and her phone and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “What? Don’t tell me he’s one of the transfer students” she said.
“Well, apparently he is” you said. “Yangyang told me. They’ve already met. Plus, he asked about me”.
Jimin’s bottom lip dropped down to her jaw. “What?” she said again. “Okay, when are we meeting him? I need to have a word with him”.
You laughed at her reaction. “Stop it Jimin, I’m over him now. It’s been years since I had a crush on him.” you said.
“I don’t believe you. You can’t trick me with that. I won’t fall for it.” she said, her tone serious. “I know you dated and all, but you always compared everyone to Donghyuck. You expect me to believe that you moved on?”
You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Whatever” you said.
The two of you paused for a moment before Jimin spoke up. “Do you think he got even hotter?”
You laughed at her comment and playfully slapped her forearm. “Stop it Jimin!”. She was now laughing too. “I don’t know, okay? He might be.” you said.
“Do you want to see him?” Jimin asked you and your eyes shifted down to your lap.
You seriously didn’t know. A part of you wanted to see him, talk to him, hug him and feel him again, ask him about his life and interests, spend time with him. But a part of you was scared; scared that if you saw him, you would fall in love with him again.
“My guess is that you do. Come on, I missed him a bit too” Jimin said and you chuckled. “Now, how about we get you some coffee and you tell me about your day, hm?” Jimin asked and you nodded in agreement.
The next day Yangyang insisted on picking you up from your dorm and driving you to your classes. He felt bad he missed the first day of the semester so he decided to make up for standing you up by driving you to class. You grabbed your phone to text him and let him know that you were ready but he beat you to it. He was already parked outside the dorm complex waiting for you in his car.
You opened the door from the passenger’s side and got inside the car. “Hey” you greeted him and he did the same, flashing you his signature wide grin.
“Don’t make plans for later. We’re going out tonight. You, me and Donghyuck” he said after he turned on the engine.
The mention of this specific name took you aback. You muttered a small “okay” and you hoped he heard you the first time so you wouldn’t have to repeat it. “Should I tell Jimin to tag along? She said she would like to hang out all together too” you asked.
Yangyang shrugged. “Yeah sure, I haven’t seen her in a while. Hyuck would love to see her too” he said.
You thanked him for agreeing to invite Jimin and smiled at him. But you couldn’t ignore the clenching feeling that appeared again in your stomach.
Your thoughts carried you away and you didn’t realize you had already arrived at campus. Yangyang parked the car and both of you exited it. You exchanged a short conversation of “see you later” and “text me for any news” and went to your respective classes.
The day went by in a flash. It was already afternoon and you were in your dorm with Jimin, your closet wide open, clothes scattered all over the bed.
You let out a frustrated sigh. “I officially don’t have any clothes” you whined.
“No, you do,” Jimin said, “you’re just nervous. And I don’t even know the reason why, I thought you were over Donghyuck, right?”
“Jimin please, you’re making this even harder!” you whined again.
Jimin got up from the chair and stood in front of your closet. She searched through the racks and the drawers for a while until she stopped and put an outfit on your bed. “Here,” she said, “get dressed. And do it quickly. We’re gonna be late”.
You complied and took the clothes to get dressed. It’s just a meet up with old friends. Nothing to be stressed about. You didn’t have a crush on Donghyuck anymore either. You were probably nervous, or rather excited, because you hadn’t seen him in a long time. Yeah, that’s probably why.
You were supposed to meet Yangyang and Donghyuck at the local diner. Yangyang promised to be there earlier so that you and Jimin wouldn’t have to be the ones to wait for them. You weren’t sure whether you should believe him or not; every time he promises to be early, there’s only gonna appear something on his way to make him late.
Jimin offered to drive the two of you to the diner that you were supposed to meet your friends at. You’ve been to this diner before, you’re going out with your best friends, just a normal night out. But why is your heart beating so hard? Why does it feel like it’s about to rip your chest apart and fly out of your body?
Jimin parked the car in the diner’s parking lot. You spotted Yangyang’s car in the parking lot too, two figures standing beside it. It must be them. It must be him.
“Hello? Are you listening to me?” Jimin waved her hand in front of your face and you quickly snapped out of your thoughts. “I see them, let’s go” she said and exited the car.
You imitate her movements and get out of the car too. Jimin noticed your uneasiness, so she linked her arm with yours and walked with you towards the boys.
Yangyang and Donghyuck seemed to have a conversation about something and didn’t realize you were right there, standing in front of them. “We’re here” Jimin spoke up and the two boys turned their bodies to look at us.
Your gaze immediately fell on the boy that made your heart beat and break at the same time. Black leather jacket hanging from his shoulders, black skinny jeans and boots covering his long legs, comma-styled black hair exposing his forehead. You locked eyes with him, his chocolate ones piercing through yours, plump lips sliding upwards to a wide smile. You swear you saw sparkles in his eyes for a second. Only your heart knew the answer.
“Y/n” Donghyuck breathed out and you returned his smile, before you threw yourself on him and embraced him tightly.
He started laughing. “I missed you so much” he said in your ear and you were thankful he wasn’t able to see your face because your cheeks were almost on fire. “Cute, but I wish I could say the same bitch-ass” you laughed too.
“Oh shut up, you haven’t seen me in years and this is the treatment I get?”.Of course he clapped back. Typical Donghyuck. And right there and then, it felt as if not a single day had passed.
You hugged him tightly. You forgot how comfortable he felt. He had rested his chin in the crook of your neck and you stood on the tips of your toes to do the same. He had definitely grown a bit taller since the last time you saw him. You took a moment to remember his scent, to feel his touch, to hear his voice. And then the clenching feeling was there again.
Yangyang cleared his throat. “Um, we’re here too, you know” he trailed off. You and Donghyuck broke the hug and Donghyuck motioned Yangyang and Jimin to join you in a group hug. Your cheekbones hurt because you were smiling so hard. Your heart fluttered. You were happy.
Yangyang was the first one to break off the hug because he started whining and said he was hungry, so he went inside the diner and invited us in. Donghyuck followed shortly after him, leaving you and Jimin behind. Jimin turned at you and mouthed “girl he’s so hot” and went inside the diner. Typical Jimin, you thought.
Time seemed to have stopped and felt like you were trapped in a loop. Spending time with your favorite people, laughing, talking, reminiscing about the past while making plans for the future. You only stopped the conversations when you had to take a bite from your food or take a sip from your drink. Yangyang didn’t seem to be bothered by that though.
“So,” Donghyuck started and you shifted your gaze to your drink “are you still dating that guy Y/n?”
Oh he was talking to you. You looked up at him, confused. “Who? Dejun? Well, no, we broke up, like, so long ago” you said.
“Yeah he yeeted his way out to be a model in China or something, honestly who even cares? I almost forgot about him” Yangyang said after he emptied his glass of beer.
Donghyuck chuckled at Yangyang’s remark and went back to eating his food. Jimin kicked you under the table and when you looked at her side, she was smirking.
“Well Yangyang, how about you tell us about your relationship, hm?” you asked him and he choked on his food. He started coughing and Donghyuck patted him on his back to help him breathe.
“Let's not talk about it bestie, okay? I know I fucked up” he said after he caught his breath.
“Why what happened? Donghyuck asked, intrigued.
Jimin was the one who spoke this time. “He's supposed to be dating this girl but he never texts her, calls her or takes her out. Basically he never wants to spend time with her. I seriously don’t know why she hasn’t broken up with him yet”.
Yangyang lowered his eyes. “It’s not like I don’t wanna see her,” he muttered, “but I may or may not have lost feelings and I kinda don’t know how to tell her”.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a coward you would confront her and stop playing with her. It’s that easy you know. Whether you love or don’t love someone anymore, you should tell them before it’s too late” you told him.
“Sounds brave coming from you, Y/n” his response caught you off guard. You threw a piercing glare at him and before you opened your mouth to speak, Jimin spoke over you. “Maybe we should change the topic, what do you think?” she said.
You and Yangyang exchanged a look and focused your attention on your food. Donghyuck chuckled at the interaction between you and your best friend, but he didn’t say anything.
The rest of the night went on smoothly and you soon forgot about the tension between you and Yangyang from earlier. He was right though. You should consider your own advice sometimes. Why can’t you tell Donghyuck you like him? Why didn’t you tell him when you had the chance to do so? Your feelings for him began to resurface and it was just the first time you saw him after years. You couldn’t let yourself make the same mistake again.
The entire night you and Donghyuck kept throwing hidden glances at each other. You caught him staring at you multiple times and if you were honest with yourself, you did stare at him too. You couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked beautiful. He had always been beautiful.
Your mind, however, was focused on something else, something you wanted to have an answer to. Why did he stop reaching out for you when he left? You needed to know the reason why. He must have had a reason. You tried to push this thought aside and allowed yourself to have a good time. I’ll ask him another time, you thought.
You were fifteen years old when you had your first kiss. And it was none other than Lee Donghyuck himself who stole it from you. Part of you believed that the reason you were so attached to him even now was because of that day; he gave you your first kiss. But a part of you knew that the kiss was the incident that tied everything together.
Donghyuck announced one day that the company his parents worked in was moving their main offices to a different town, so they had to move away from this place. The same day, you announced to your friend Jimin that you had your first heartbreak. Of course you were going to miss him. A lot. Yangyang was sad too that day. Jimin didn’t know him well enough, but she still felt sad when Donghyuck told you all.
The day before Donghyuck and his family would move away, Yangyang had an idea; to throw a goodbye party for Donghyuck. Donghyuck disagreed and said that a normal hangout with all of us would be just fine, but Yangyang insisted on throwing a party at his place. It will still be just the four of us but a little bit fancier, he had said.
So eventually everyone agreed. The previous day, you and Yangyang went to the shops to buy snacks and some decorations. You were walking around the convenience store aisles when Yangyang finally admitted to his ulterior motives.
“So, Y/n, here’s what we’re gonna do. For the party. I think we should play games but in a more adult way, if you know what I mean” he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.
You looked at him confused and urged him to continue. “So we’ll play spin the bottle. And before you protest, no we’re not gonna drink anything with alcohol in it because we’re gonna get caught, but it’s gonna be a good excuse for me to kiss Jimin and for you to kiss Donghyuck”.
You stopped walking with a bag of chips in your hands and turned to him. “Are you out of your mind? This cannot happen, ever!” you whisper-shouted at him.
“Oh come on Y/n, don’t be such a party pooper. We both win in the end so what’s the matter?” he whined.
You thought for a few seconds. “They might be uncomfortable and turn down your offer. We want to have fun, remember? Plus, I don’t think Jimin likes you back and Donghyuck certainly doesn’t like me back either” you said and put that bag of chips you were holding into the shopping cart.
“Okay, Jimin might not like me back but I am completely, utterly, absolutely sure that Hyuck likes you” Yangyang said but you ignored him.
As if the odds were against you that day, Jimin and Donghyuck agreed on Yangyang’s suggestion. Jimin wasn’t that fond of the idea of playing spin the bottle at first, but eventually the boys convinced her and she said yes. You had no other choice but to agree too.
You wanted to kiss Donghyuck. You really did. But not in a forced scenario and definitely not in front of Yangyang. You wouldn’t bear his annoying ass teasing you about it for the rest of your life. But this could be my chance to finally confess to him, you thought. But even if you did, nothing would change. He would still leave town the next morning.
Yangyang grabbed the glass of cola you emptied earlier and put it on the ground. You gathered up sitting on the ground too. You looked at Jimin and she smiled at you. “Don’t think about it too much Y/n, it’s just a game”. It wasn’t just a game to you.
Yangyang was the first one to spin the bottle. The empty cola bottle spun for a few seconds, four sets of eyes staring at it with laser rays coming out of them. The bottle started gradually spinning less quickly, until it took three, two, one seconds before it stopped and became still; the top part of the bottle was pointing at Jimin and the bottom part was at Yangyang’s side. “Oh my god Jimin has to kiss you bro” Donghyuck said, smiling.
“This game is bullshit, I don’t wanna do it” Jimin said and crossed her arms. Jimin’s words made Yangyang’s lips drop down to a frown.
“Come on Jimin, it’s just a game, you said it yourself” Donghyuck said. Jimin sighed and leaned towards Yangyang. “Fine, come here then you bitch” she said before she grabbed Yangyan’s jaw and kissed him on the lips. You and Donghyuck stayed still, watching them. Jimin only went in to peck Yangyang, but he went all the way in and kissed her properly. Jimin was quick to react and pulled away from him.. “Ew, don’t do that! We agreed on just a kiss not a full on makeout session. Jeez Yangyang” she said and sat back down at her side.
Yangyang tried to hide the sulk on his face. “I tried to taste your chapstick more, you bitch, but it turns out it tastes awful. What the fuck is this taste?” Yangyang said and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
“It's vanilla” Jimin said. Yangyang loved vanilla.
The game continued for a couple of rounds and every single time, as if it was its fate, the bottle landed on Jimin and Yangyang. Jimin had already had enough with kissing Yangyang just once, so she suggested that they avoid the kissing part and just hug instead. This went on and on and on until the bottle spun again, going round and round and round until it stopped in three, two, one. But this time, the bottle’s ends were pointing towards two different directions. The bottom part on you, the top part on Donghyuck.
You gulped and looked at him. He seemed calm, relaxed. For him, it was just a game. Sitting there at that moment, looking right into his deep brown eyes, you regretted agreeing to play this game. And you made a mental note to slap Yangyang after all of this was over.
“Now this is getting interesting” Yangyang whispered just loud enough for you to hear him and went over to Jimin's side to sit beside her and watch.
Donghyuck licked his lips and leaned over towards you. You hoped he wouldn't be able to listen to the drumming sounds of your heart or see the embarrassingly vibrant red color on your cheeks. You just went along with it. It’s just a game, right?
Donghyuck was standing a bit too close to you, probably the closest the two of you have been physically. Or rather, the most intimate you’ve been together. He lowered his head to meet your eye level, and came closer to your face just enough so that his lips were grazing over your ear. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just for fun” he whispered to you. Suddenly, this wasn’t just fun anymore.
Donghyuck pulled away from your ear and was now staring deep into your eyes, his face almost attached to yours. He looked at you for a couple of seconds before he gave you a reassuring nod. You didn’t have the energy to say anything, so you gave him a nod too, signaling him that you were fine.
Before you could even process what was about to happen, Donghyuck leaned in and kissed you. Plump lips captured yours in a soft dancing motion, their taste perfectly resembling a mix of the pizza and cola he had earlier. Shock waves run throughout your entire body, as he moved his hand to the back of your neck to support you.
You allowed yourself to fall entirely into him, eyes closed and lips moving along the rhythm he created. A few seconds felt like hours, his homely yet unfamiliar touch making your stomach clench and your face heat up in love.
And then he stopped. Donghyuck pulled back and flashed the brightest smile you had ever seen painted on his beautiful face. He licked his lips and you laughed awkwardly, looking down at your lap to avoid his piercing gaze. Your heart was still beating rapidly. You could taste his lips on your lips, you could feel the touch of his hand in the back of your neck, you could hear the sound of his beating heart, you could sense his cool breath fanning your burning face. Donghyuck had stopped kissing you, but the sensation of his kiss was still present in your entire body. You just had your first kiss, and at the same time, you had your first kiss with Donghyuck.
“Gosh you were kissing for ages. Like, get a room, or something” Yangyang said and went back to sit on the side of the room he was previously sitting in. Jimin threw you a playful wink secretly from the boys. You knew what it meant. We need to talk later type of wink.
It was getting late and Donghyuck’s parents called him to go back home. He needed to leave sooner than the rest of you because he still hadn’t packed all of his things. You greeted him one last time before he walked out the door to leave.
As the door closed, you felt your heart sink down the deepest ocean, a piece of it shattering, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, dryness in your throat. You missed him already. It had been just a couple of seconds since he walked out the door and your heart to go out that door with him too.
A tear streamed down your cheek.So this was it. A second tear followed shortly after the first one. Then another one. And another one. Soon enough a pool of tears was running down your face and it hadn’t occurred to you that you were going to miss him that much.
But as if a lightning bolt struck you, you quickly wiped your tears with the palm of your hands, stormed out the door and ran after Donghyuck.
“Donghyuck!” you yelled and he stopped to look back at you. You were lucky he heard your voice, he hadn’t walked that far though, you were quick to react and follow after him, just so you could spend some more time with him. You and him. “Do you mind if I walk you home?” you asked him and he nodded.
You skipped a bit so that you could walk beside him. You started walking alongside Donghyuck, taking a few seconds to catch your breath until it came back to its normal rate. “So, when are we gonna see you again?” you asked him. He left a low chuckle and shook his head.
“I honestly don’t know, Y/n” he said. Another piece of your heart shattered.
Donghyuck noticed your saddened expression and took your hand in his. "Hey, look at me” he said. You stopped and turned towards him, taking in the details of his face. His chocolate eyes were gleaming under the moonlight, the moles on his dark cheek reminded you of the stars in the night sky.
“I will not forget you. Ever. Always remember that. I will try my best to call you as much as I can, all of you. You guys are my best friends, I could never leave you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, it won’t be that easy for me to visit you often. but I promise to make up for all the time that we will lose. Especially for you. But I can’t be sure when that will be.”
A tear slipped down your cheek again and he wiped it away with his thumb. Why is he being like this all of a sudden?
Your voice wasn’t strong enough at that moment for you to speak, so you opened your arms to embrace him instead. And he hugged you back so tightly you thought your body would be merged with his. He buried his head at the crook of your neck and you stayed there for a while, feeling the presence of your bodies on each other. Not a single word was said, yet you felt so comfortable and safe in his arms.
That night you had helped him pack his things. You stayed in his room afterwards, talking, laughing, crying. God you were going to miss him. That day, you thought for the first time ever that maybe your feelings were reciprocated. But he said nothing about it. So you didn’t say anything either.
But you wanted to. It felt like all the words were stuck in your throat and there was something blocking them from coming out. I like you Donghyuck, I like you a lot. It was that easy. But for some reason, you couldn’t say it out loud. Maybe you didn’t want to. Maybe you were too scared of rejection. Or maybe you were afraid of losing a friend.
You and Donghyuck were sitting at the stairs of his porch, next to each other, facing the stars of the night sky. You didn’t want to go home. You couldn’t. You wanted to stay there longer, kiss him again, talk to him about anything and then kiss him again.
When you stood up to leave, he hugged you one last time, stroking your hair lightly. He spoke in a low voice in your ear. “I’ll be back. Don’t forget me”.
How could I ever forget you Donghyuck?
The day after you met Donghyuck at the diner, he texted you and asked to hang out later after your classes. You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t screech like a schoolgirl the moment you saw his text message on your phone when you woke up.
Of course you agreed to meet him. At that moment, you didn’t feel nervous, at all, but as time passed your stomach was clenching more and more.
Jimin wouldn’t stop nudging you about it the entire day. She wanted to meet up for lunch because she was dying to talk about this ever since you came back home last night. “The first thing he did in the morning was to ask you to hang out later? Yeah, sounds like a date to me” she said.
You rolled your eyes at her. “It's not a date, drop it. He just wants us to hang out, that’s it” you said.
“Are you sure that you want to just hang out though?” she asked you.
You thought for a second. “Well, no, but I won't try to do anything more than that” you said.
“Whatever,” Jimin said “you have to tell him sometime though, you know that right? And you also have to admit to yourself that you never really got over him, so now that he’s here you have to make your move. You had your chance once and you lost it. So don’t lose it again now”.
You sighed. “What if he doesn’t feel the same” you said.
“Who gives a fuck?” Jimin said “If he doesn’t feel the same, you will close this chapter and begin a new one. There are other fish in the sea too, you know”
Yeah but it’s not the same, you whispered to yourself. Jimin didn’t hear you.
As soon as you came back to your dorm, you went straight to searching through your closet for an outfit to wear later, when your phone chimed.
[Hyuck]
meet me at the park in about hour
[Hyuck]
bring your bike too
You were staring at your phone screen until it turned off. Oh he’s such a little bitch, you thought.
You put on comfortable clothes and running shoes, and decided to ride your bike on the way to the park. The sun was beginning to set; orange and pink hues painted the sky, a light chilly breeze combing through your hair. The park was still lively, little kids were playing with each other, old couples were going for walks, some students were studying under the trees.
You hadn’t been to the park since the day Donghyuck left. Yangyang wanted to go skating there from time to time, but every time he asked you to keep him company, you turned down his offer. Then, he started filling his time with dating girls and you started spending more time with Jimin, so the park wasn’t your go-to place to hang out anymore.
You saw Donghyuck leaning against a tree, foot resting on top of the bike’s pedal, same black leather jacket as the day before, a bucket hat hiding his pretty features. He was scrolling through his phone as you approached him.
“Hey” you said and his head shot up, turning off his phone and placing it in his pocket. “Y/n, hi” he said and smiled. You smiled back at him. He looked beautiful when he smiled.
“So, you still like the park, I see” you said. He nodded and hopped on his bike. “I do. So come on, let’s go for a ride. I think we have to catch up on a lot of things. And I promised to make up for all the time we lost. So, let’s go” he said and started riding his bike.
You followed shortly after him until you were now biking beside him. So he does remember his promise, you thought. You smiled to yourself and pushed your thoughts to the back of your mind. You wanted to enjoy your time with him, just like the old times.
You spent hours biking and talking about anything. Donghyuck told you stories from his high school years, the friends he met on the way, how he changed his college major and decided to come back here to study computer engineering.
“A part of me wanted this change because I missed this town, you know? I have so many memories here, I was kinda attached to this place. All I needed was a valid reason to come back, and I found one, so here I am.” he said.
You couldn’t help but bring the same questions to your mind, so you gathered all of your strength and asked him. “Then why didn’t you visit us at all? Or even call us back? You did at first and then you stopped. Why?”
Donghyuck pulled the breaks of his bike and rested his feet on the ground to stop the bike from moving. You mimicked his actions and stood there searching his features for an answer. He cleared his throat and turned to look at you. You couldn’t see his face clearly because the bucket hat was casting a shadow over his features.
“Honestly, I don’t really know. I didn’t want to stop contacting you, but I don’t know why I did it.” He paused for a few moments. He drew in a breath and started again. “You know what, I think I know, but I can’t tell you now. Maybe some other time, okay?” he said.
You were left confused, but decided not to question him any further. Instead, you nodded and smiled at him. He would tell you when he was ready to do so.
The sky was getting darker and darker and both your stomachs growled in hunger. Donghyuck suggested that you buy takeout and sit under at the park to stargaze. You left your bikes leaning against a random tree and put your jackets on the ground to sit on them.
The sky looked beautiful. The stars and the moon were shining brightly, contrasting with the pitch black background of the sky. Donghyuck was staring at the sky when he spoke up “I remember how much you liked watching the sky when you were younger. You were always watching the stars closely and we made bets on which one would fall first.”
You chuckled at the memory. “And you always lost. Every. Single. Time. Seriously, you have no intuition at all. You had won one time and bragged about it forever” you said and he laughed.
He turned his head to face you. He had taken off his hat too, his black hair was falling over his eyes. “You were just lucky all the other times. Don’t flatter yourself” he said.
You sat there and ate your food in silence. Comfortable silence. The only sound that was heard was the singing of the cicadas in the trees and occasionally your munching on the food.
Everything felt at ease again. You and Donghyuck, sitting beside each other, enjoying each other’s company, not having to utter a single word. You were smiling at yourself, it really felt as if not a single day had passed.
Donghyuck looked back at the sky and took a sip from his drink before he addressed you. “You really improved. Biking, I mean. I remember you were still struggling when I left” he said.
“Thanks, I still rode my bike to school so that I could get used to it more. Thank you for teaching me by the way. I don’t think I ever thanked you properly” you said.
“It's no problem” he said and sipped from his drink again.
He opened his mouth to speak again, changing the subject now. “So, why did you break up with that guy? Dejun, was it?” he asked.
Why is he so curious about that? “Oh, there were many reasons actually. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was really cool and I liked him a lot. It’s just that we got kinda bored of each other, I guess? And he also graduated from high school a year earlier than me so then he had to go back to China for college.”
Donghyuck nodded. “I see” he paused and asked again. “How was he like?”
“Why do you even bother so much? He is old news now, anyway” you said. But now you were curious about Donghyuck too. “Tell me about you, did you date anyone in high school?”
You don’t know why but you got anxious waiting for his answer. He shrugged. “Yeah but nothing serious. Just casual things, you know?” he said and you hummed in agreement.
The night went on and you talked more. You and Donghyuck agreed to hang out at the park every day after your classes, like you used to. That’s what he suggested. You couldn’t say no; of course you wanted to spend time with him.
And that’s what you did. You grew closer again, maybe even closer than you used to be. You enjoyed biking and stargazing in the park a lot. It had become your thing; an activity that the two of you shared with each other, an excuse to get away from everyone and everything and make up for all the memories you could have had.
There were quite a few moments when you wanted to look Donghyuck in the eyes and tell him I like you dumbass. But every single time you backed away from doing it. You were too scared that these harmless words would end up destroying everything you had built with him.
So you waited. You waited for the right time to bring it up. You were having the time of your life alongside a dear person that you’ve loved and appreciated your entire life. You were not ready to take the risk and possibly lose him. So you never said a word. Because he didn’t say any words either.
“Why does Donghyuck keep asking me about Dejun? What is so interesting about him? If he wants to find out more about him, he should be the one to date him” the frustration in your voice made a couple of people turn their heads from the tables next to yours.
Jimin took a fork bite of her carrot cake. “Girl, you must be joking” she said, munching on the piece of cake. “He asks about him because, guess what, he is jealous! J-e-a-l-o-u-s. Got it? Why are you so stupid, gosh! The man has clearly fallen for you and you are so oblivious of it!”.
“I mean why would he be jealous? Dejun and I broke up so long ago” you muttered to yourself.
Jimin heard that and, obviously, she wouldn’t leave it at that. “This is what happens when you like someone. Donghyuck keeps asking you about your ex boyfriend because he wants to make sure he’s in the clear to make a move.”
You sighed. “Is this why you keep asking Yangyang if he broke up with his girlfriend? Look, Jimin, I love you, but I don’t think Hyuck likes me. As a friend, yes. But nothing more than that.”
Jimin gulped down a glass full of water. “Okay, whatever floats your boat, Y/n” she said and took another fork bite of her cake. “So, did Yangyang tell you? A frat guy he knows is hosting a party this weekend, wanna go?” she asked you.
“Come on Jiminie, you know I don’t really do parties” you whined.
Jimin rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting a different answer. But we’re definitely going. There’s gonna be hot boys, good music and lots of alcohol. I heard Donghyuck is going too”.
“Well, he didn’t mention any party” you defended him. “He didn’t mention any party yet” Jimin corrected you. “He's gonna bring it up any second. I bet you can’t say no to him, you care too much about his feelings but you never care about mine” Jimin sulked.
You mentally slapped her only because you couldn’t bear to slap her for real. “I will go to the party because you want us to go, not because Donghyuck will supposedly be there. You know I always come along with you in everything. We come as a package, remember? Now, don’t sulk and eat your cake, we have to think about our outfits” you said. She was your best friend after all, it was the least you could do.
Jimin’s face lit up and her lips curved upwards, stretching all the way to her ears. Before she could open her mouth to speak, you cut her off. “But you have to promise me that you won’t get drunk, okay?” you said and lifted your pinky.
She linked her pinky finger with yours and nodded in agreement. “I don’t exactly promise it, but I’ll try my best” she said.
Donghyuck indeed mentioned the party later that day when you went out at the park with him. “I don’t really wanna go either Y/n, but all my friends are gonna be there. And now that you’re gonna be there too, I can’t be the only one missing out from all the fun” he said.
Donghyuck has had his fun share with parties during high school. He told you so one night at the park. He would sneak out the house and go to parties during weekends, but one night, or rather morning, he went home super drunk and threw up all over the front door rug. He claimed that this happened because of a dare his friends made him do and that he didn’t intend to drink as much as he did. After that, he avoided parties like the plague. It’s not that his parents never allowed him to go again; he could easily sneak out his window. He was smart enough to realize that parties were simply not good for him.
“I wanted to fit in with them, you know?” Donghyuck said “I got used to it eventually and I actually kinda liked it, but now I don’t really enjoy such things”.
That’s one of the many reasons you liked Donghyuck so much. His honesty. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind about things that bothered him, or simply voice out his thoughts. So why wasn’t he doing it with his feelings too? Was it so hard for him too? Did he actually like you, like Jimin said? Or maybe you just wanted to believe that he did. If he really did, he would probably have said it by now.
But his actions spoke louder than his words. You couldn’t help but think about the way he looked at you under the night sky when you were staring at the stars but he was staring back at you. Or when he wiped your strawberry milk stains from the corners of your lips and his fingers stayed there brushing your lips a little longer than they should be. Or when he held you close to him among big crowds so that he wouldn’t lose you from his sight. Or when he would let you rest your head on his chest while he was stroking your hair so that you could fall asleep faster.
You swear you had heard him whisper something to you once, but when you asked him to repeat it he waved it off. Were you that desperate for his attention? Maybe. But maybe both of you were fools, afraid to let their heart be free because of the painful possibility that it might break.
You and Jimin were standing in front of the frat house door, the loud music blasting through the speakers behind the wall created a throbbing base sound in your ears, your heart beat in sync with the beat of the song that was playing from inside that house.
“Do we knock or...” Jimin trailed off before the door slid wide open and a tipsy young man stood by it. “Welcome ladies, come on in” he said. You and Jimin looked at each other for confirmation before hesitantly taking a step forward. The young man stepped aside so that you could get through the door.
The place was dark, the only source of light being the neon special effects lighting coming from the DJ set. The rooms were packed with people, some of them already drunk, some of them dancing all over each other, the mixed odor of sweat, alcohol and weed making you dizzy. At that exact moment you reminded yourself that this was why you didn’t like parties.
You and Jimin stood there, eyes wandering all over the room, trying to take in the scenery in front of you. “Damn, this is so cool” Jimin breathed out.
The guy who opened the door a few seconds ago was nowhere to be seen. A girl was walking with her sunglasses on, when she bumped into Jimin and spilled a bit of her drink on the ground, a drop of it landing on Jimin’s shoe. A “sorry” was barely audible on top of the loud music and Jimin stood there looking at her shoe in disgust.
“I guess it’s not that cool” she said and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go get ourselves some drinks.”
You walked towards the kitchen which was a bit brighter compared to the other rooms. Bottles of different types of alcohol were lined up on the kitchen counter. Juice boxes, ice and plastic red cups were placed on the kitchen table. A group of boys were refilling their cups with their alcohol of choice, while a couple was making out up against the wall next to the fridge.
Jimin’s disgusted expression from earlier appeared again. You decided to ignore your surroundings and went over to the kitchen counter to grab a drink for you and Jimin.
“Where’s Yangyang?” Jimin asked
“I honestly have no idea. He said he’d text me once he gets here, but I’m a bit surprised he didn’t arrive earlier than us. He doesn’t miss on such things” you said and Jimin nodded.
“And Donghyuck?” she asked again
You put the bottle of alcohol down and grabbed a box of grapefruit juice. You shrugged. “ No idea either.”
Jimin smirked at your answer, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she took her cup and guided you out of the kitchen towards the living room. “Come on, let’s dance” she said.
The music was blasting into your eardrums and your body caught the rhythm of the music, adjusting its muscles to move along to it. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Your body was swaying to the fast-paced song that the DJ was playing when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.
[Hyuck]
where are you?
[Hyuck]
can’t see you
You lifted your head to look around the crowded living room in hopes of finding Donghyuck. It didn’t take you long before you could spot him among the crowd, though. You could never miss him anywhere, he always stood out in your eyes. Your gaze caught his, and his lips curved a bit when he saw you.
He tried to squeeze between the people dancing in the living room in order to get to your place. “What are you looking at?” Jimin asked you when she noticed that something bothered you.
You didn’t have time to answer her, because Donghyuck grabbed your arm to smoothly turn your body around and shift your attention to him. You felt a lump in your throat, your breath trapped inside your lungs. There he stood, messy hair falling onto his eyes, black graphic shirt and jeans, a Cuban link around his neck and matching rings on his fingers contrasting with the dark colors of his outfit. He looked gorgeous.
He flashed you a smile, raising his voice so that you could hear him. “Hi” he said. He simply said hi. Yet a group of butterflies started dancing in your stomach. You said it back.
Jimin got the message and leaned in your ear. “I think I saw some girls I know from one of my classes. I’d better leave you two” she said and turned on her heel to leave.
Donghyuck waved Jimin off and grabbed your hand. He then bent a bit lower and leaned in your ear. “Should we go somewhere quieter?” he asked you, his low voice vibrating in your ear. You could only nod.
Donghyuck walked in the front and you followed behind him, still holding his hand. He led you outside the house, towards the back yard. Plastic cups were scattered all over the grassy ground, two girls passed out beside some bushes, a guy sipping alcohol from a glass bottle and dancing on his own. Yeah, parties were weird.
You felt weirded out and uncomfortable at the sight and Donghyuck sensed it. He squeezed your hand and you looked up at him. He nodded to the large swing beside the barbecue stand and motioned you to go and sit there.
You sat down on the swing and Donghyuck copied your movement. He leaned his body towards the back so that it touched the back of the swing and with a swift motion, he pushed his feet on the ground and the swing started moving. You lifted your feet off the ground and let Donghyuck rock the swing smoothly.
You sat in silence for a moment, that comfortable silence that only existed when you were with Donghyuck, which was interrupted by his honey voice. “I don’t like parties” he simply said.
You turned to look at him but he was staring into the void in front of him. “ I have bad memories when it comes to parties” he said.
You didn’t speak. You didn’t want to. You always let him open up to you without interrupting his stream of thoughts.
Donghyuck drew in a sharp breath. “Remember that story I told you about that party? That one when I went home the next day and threw up all over the door? Yeah that one. I couldn’t bear going to something like this again when the last time I did, I didn’t even do it for myself. Did you know that I started drinking so that kids at my new school thought I was cool? That’s how I ended up spilling my guts all over my mother’s rug.”
He turned to look at you. “Pretty disgusting, huh?” he chuckled.
You chuckled too. You lowered your gaze to your feet. “Then why did you come here tonight?” you asked him.
“I don’t know” he said without even thinking about his answer. “I guess I came for my friends again.“ He paused for a second and spoke again “And I guess I also came to see you, mostly” he trailed off.
You stilled at his words and you thanked yourself for staring at your shoes and not looking at him, because he would be able to see the embarrassingly bright red color of your cheeks.
“But you see me everyday. We hang out all the time” you said.
“I know” he said. That’s all he said. What was that even supposed to mean?
Before you could speak, Donghyuck got up from the swing and extended his arm in front of you. “Come on, let's get out of here. This party sucks, we both hate it, so why waste our time? Let’s leave. Me and you.” he said.
You looked up at him. “Hyuck,” you trailed off “as much as I hate this party and as much as I want to leave with you, I promised Jimin to keep her company” you really hated that you had to say this.
“Jimin has found other people to hang out with, she’ll be fine, I know it.” Donghyuck said, a glimpse of hope in the tone of his voice.
That glimpse vanished when you rejected his offer for the second time, the corners of his mouth dropping to a frown. “I’m sorry Hyuck, I can’t” you said.
Donghyuck nodded to himself and put his hands inside his pockets. He cleared his throat but his voice still came out a bit raspy and low. “It’s okay, I get it.”
Your heart shuttered upon seeing him like this. You really didn’t want to make him feel bad, but you had also promised Jimin to be there for her since she wanted this so much. And you couldn’t let yourself break that promise, even though it was actually a bit trivial. Because in all honesty, Jimin would really be fine.
But also a small part of you was too flustered to spend time alone with Donghyuck at that moment. You felt as if you weren’t capable of controlling your emotions; your feelings kept growing stronger and stronger, and his presence alone was enough to make you feel overwhelmed with love.
The back door opened and someone came running through it. “Donghyuck, dude!” a guy you didn’t quite recognize yelled and came to grab Donghyuck by his arm. “You’re missing out on all the fuuuun my dude, come in back insideeee we’re gonna get fucking wasted!” the guy was yelling and patting Donghyuck on the back of his neck while dragging him inside the frat house.
Donghyuck said something you didn’t quite catch, and he tried to let go of the guy’s hold on him, but he failed to do so. The guy had already taken him to the back door and inside the house.
The door closed shut behind them and you left sitting on the swing by yourself, rocking it slightly with your feet. You shivered under the cool evening breeze and wrapped your arms around your body to shield yourself from the cold.
You didn’t want to go back inside. You promised Jimin to keep her company, but a frat party was the last place you wanted to be at, at that time. You grabbed your phone and, speaking of the devil, a few texts from Jimin appeared on your screen.
[Jiminie]
spotted yangyang. pretty sure he took a girl to a room
[Jiminie]
doesn’t he a gf?
You sighed reading Jimin’s texts. You really had to have a talk with Yangyang. And Jimin, for that matter. At least you knew that he was safe and that you probably won’t have to take care of him like a baby after you leave the party.
[you]
let him be, we’ll kick his ass tomorrow
[you]
where are you?
The text you wrote was delivered for the next 15 minutes. Jimin hadn’t read your message. All of a sudden, your hands became sweaty and your chest felt heavy as if a rock had fallen onto it.
Why didn’t she text me back?
Worry started welling up inside you and you rushed inside the house looking for your best friend. The music had got louder, the crowd was bigger, the smell of alcohol and weed more prominent. You went running up and down the stairs, kicking open every single door you found on your way.
Still, Jimin was nowhere to be found.
You stood at the edge of the stairway for a second to catch your breath. You opened your phone to call her and started walking towards the bathroom, the last room you didn’t check.
The phone was beeping in your ear, but Jimin didn’t pick up. You exhaled sharply and opened the bathroom door, still holding the phone in your ear. The sweat on your palms and the rock on your chest magically disappeared when you saw Jimin kneeling in front of the toilet with an arm holding her hair back out of her face.
A sigh of relief escaped your lips and you stopped the phone call. “Thank god you’re safe. I was so freaked out you bitch” you said and crouched down beside her. “Are you okay?” you asked her.
Jimin nodded and let her hair fall down her shoulders. She wiped her lips with the back of her palm before she spoke. “I’m okay. I had a bit too much alcohol and I threw up. But I feel better now. Sorry for making you worried” she said.
You opened your arms and she fell into your embrace. You stroked her head lightly, as you could feel her warm tears wetting the fabric of your shirt on your shoulder. She promised not to drink too much, but your gut somehow knew you’d better stay there at the party because something like this would be inevitable. “It's okay Jiminie, I was the one who left you alone, I promised to keep you company” you said.
She pulled back from the hug. “I guess we both broke each other’s promise” she chuckled and you did the same.
Jimin sniffled and wiped her already dry tears. “Why are you alone? Where is Donghyuck?” she asked you.
“We were sitting outside but then a random guy came and dragged him back inside. He seemed pretty wasted” you replied.
Jimin’s eyes widened and she stood up abruptly. “Oh no, oh no no no” she said.
You stood up too. “What? Jimin, what's wrong?” you asked her curiously.
“If it's the guy I think it is, then Donghyuck might be stupid drunk right now, or even worse, under the influence. We need to find him. Now” she said and ran out the bathroom and down the stairs, skipping a couple of steps while doing so.
You followed right after her, the rock falling on your chest again. You hated parties. This was final. Things like this are unavoidable in parties, and you hated the fact that your friends had to go through shit every single time.
The music wasn’t as loud as earlier and the living room didn’t feel as crowded. Most of the people were gathered outside in the backyard, or were already passed out on the beds or the floors of the bedrooms.
You and Jimin spotted a group of people gathered in a circle in the middle of the living room. Everybody was sitting on the carpeted floor, bottles of alcohol scattered everywhere around them. You noticed that a guy was holding a blunt and kept rotating it to every person gathered in that circle. Oh no.
Their voices were mixed in with the music coming from the DJ set, so all you could see was their mouths moving without saying anything meaningful. The smoke of the blunt made the living room foggy and your lungs were struggling to work properly in between the crowded room.
The stinging sensation in your eyes caused by the smoke and flashing lights made your eyes watery and you could not tell apart any face in the crowd, except for Jimin who was standing next to you.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Jimin whispered.
You rubbed your eyes in order to clear your vision without even caring if this would ruin your makeup. The faces on the people sitting on the floor became clearer, and it didn’t take you long before you spotted the familiar chocolate eyes looking drowsy, honey fingers placing the blunt in between soft plump lips.
A girl passed Donghyuck the blunt and he took a long and slow drag from it, exhaling the smoke into the thick air creating smoke rings. He then gave the blunt to the person next to him and he leaned back supporting his body with his elbows.
Donghyuck was wasted. Whatever that guy did to him in such a little time got to him immediately. His chocolate eyes were drowned in a pool of red, his hair looking messier than before and his clothes were all wrinkled.
You stood there frozen looking at him. If you had tried to keep him away from that guy, he wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. He had told you that he was pressured by other people to do stuff he didn’t want to do, but was he that naive to let this happen to himself once again? How many times has that even happened before?
Your thoughts had carried you away, your vision was blurry again and your ears had blocked away all the sounds. An arm slung around your shoulders and you jolted up at the sudden touch.
“Where have you been bestie? You came rrright at the perfect time. We’re playing spin the bottle” Yangnyang said drowsily, his eyes painted in the same red shade as Donghyuck’s.
“Oh you’re here too, come on, sit down” he said to Jimin and dragged us both to the circle on the floor. He used both his arms and his full force to sit us down next to each other, and then he got up to sit across from us where he was previously sitting.
The girl to your left offered you the blunt but you rejected it without a second thought. Everyone was either stupid high or stupid drunk, some of them were both. You were suffocating. You felt like a total stranger there, even the existence of your own body was making you anxious.
You turned to Jimin on your right. “We need to go home” you mouthed and she kept nodding to herself constantly.
Your eyes roamed around the small circle, trying to find a way to get up and leave. But before you could do that, the chocolate pair of eyes that was now drowned in deep red, locked in with yours. A sense of déjà vu ran through your entire body, shivering under his gaze. This cannot happen again.
Jimin took your hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. She was uncomfortable and so were you. You tried to get up and leave, but the girl next to you dragged you back down.
A guy gulped down an entire bottle of alcohol before he put it down in the middle of the circle. You didn’t even bother to look at what type of alcohol it was.
Yangyang moved in closer to the middle and grabbed the bottle. “Alright, I'll go first!” he shouted and with a swift motion, he spun the bottle fast.
The bottle was spinning at a rapid speed until it came to a stop, its two ends pointing on two people you didn’t know. Apparently, you were the only one who didn’t know them because everyone else was super excited for their kiss. Or at least they were too high to understand what they were doing.
The bottle spun again. And again. And again. You lost count of how many rounds you were in, the same way your eyes were lost in Donghyuck’s. You kept him under your gaze, watching his every move and trying to justify the way he was acting. You had never seen him like this, so out of himself. What happened to the boy you saw a couple hours ago? The boy you knew ever since you were five? It felt as if he had almost lost whatever it was that made him different from the others. Right now, he looked like every other frat boy in that house.
But he didn’t really look at you. In fact, his mind seemed to be roaming around, not really paying attention to any of his surroundings except for when someone would pass him the blunt.
The bottle kept spinning and almost everyone had kissed someone else at this point. Yangyang took his fair share of the game as he kept on kissing a different girl in almost every single round.
Jimin squeezed your hand again and you realized how uncomfortable she might have felt. This time, you wouldn’t let any of the others stop you from leaving. Your friend wasn’t feeling well, but so were you. So you let go of Jimin’s hand and stood up, ready to leave.
As if fate was against you, you heard a burst of cheers and whistles coming from everyone gathered in the room. You regretted not leaving sooner, because the one end of the bottle was pointing at your side. And the other end was pointing at Donghyuck.
Cold sweat ran down your temples and a tight knot appeared in your stomach. This can’t be. You froze there standing still, staring at the bottle on your feet. You lifted your gaze from your feet to meet Donghyuck’s, who was staring back at you with a smug expression painting his face. From the corner of your eye, you could spot Yangyang grinning like a madman, his entire dentition on full display.
As if he did it on purpose, Donghyuck took a long drag of the blunt before standing up too so that his eyes leveled yours. The smugness on his face never left his features, his drowsy red eyes pouring into yours.
He slowly walked towards you, stopping right in front of your standing figure. His face was now way too close to yours. You could smell the alcohol and God knows what else on his breath, the heat of his body radiating to yours.
Donghyuck parted his lips and your breath got caught in your throat. His body somehow got even closer to yours. He tilted his head to the side and leaned against your ear. His hot breath was fanning over your ear, his lips softly grazing your skin. With a voice hoarse and low, he spoke loud enough for you to barely hear him. “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ve done this before.”
You hadn’t even noticed which end of the bottle was pointing at you, but Donghyuck took the initiative himself and smacked his plump lips onto yours. His touch caught you off guard. You were standing there doing nothing, while Donghyuck placed both of his hands on the sides of your neck, his lips moving aggressively yet smoothly on top of yours.
You waited for him to pull away so that you could leave the party as soon as possible, but his intentions seemed to be different. He bit on your bottom lip in an attempt to part your lips so that you could kiss him back. You hated to admit it to yourself but it definitely worked. You parted your mouth just enough and moved your lips in sync with his smooth plump ones, the taste of alcohol from his lips transfering to yours.
The knot on your stomach kept on tightening more and more with each second passing. Your pulse rate had reached an infinite number of beats per minute and you were sure that your legs would not be able to hold you for much longer.
As if Donghyuck read your mind, he pulled away after leaving a last soft peck on your lips, removing his hands from the sides of your neck. He pulled back smirking at you as you were still standing frozen, your lips still feeling numb and swollen..
You had blocked away everyone else that was around you. You couldn’t hear anything of what they were saying. Your brain was still trying to comprehend what had just happened.
With a quick snap back to reality, you grabbed Jimin’s hand and turned your back to everyone else, storming off through the door of the frat house.
The night of the party you slept over at Jimin’s dorm. As soon as you exited the frat house, you went straight to Jimin’s car and you offered to drive since Jimin wasn’t in the right place to drive. She was still feeling unwell after she threw up all the alcohol she had consumed previously the same night, so you wanted to make sure she would be fine. But honestly, you weren’t feeling well either, and it wasn’t because you had drank.
Your mind kept replaying the moment Donghyuck kissed you like a video on loop. You were suddenly fifteen again, playing a silly game of spin the bottle with your friends where you happened to kiss your silly little crush. But now it happened again. And it wasn’t a silly game or a silly crush anymore.
Why was Donghyuck so complicating? All those times you hung out together, you never noticed him having any romantic intentions towards you. Everything he did or said was purely in the terms of friendship. But the way he approached you, touched you and kissed you at the party told you otherwise. Were you that blind not to notice his intentions?
You tried to excuse his behavior, saying that he was high or drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Which is not necessarily a lie. It wasn’t his fault that he got peer pressured into drinking and behaving like one of the frat boys. He is the complete opposite of a troublemaker and ill-intended person; no wonder people found it so easy to talk him into things.
Plus, it was only just a game. He sure didn’t think of it as something much of a big deal, so why would you give it so much importance?
You mentally slapped yourself for thinking like this, because Jimin, who was already fast asleep, would yell at you for excusing Donghyuck’s behavior. He’s not a kid, he’s a grown-up, he knows what he’s doing, she would say. You had to wait until the morning to hear her scolding. The thing is, she wouldn’t be completely wrong about this.
During the thunderstorm of thoughts pouring inside your brain, a bold lightning struck in between. What if you confessed to him? Your heart couldn’t bear hiding what it felt for any longer. At that moment, you didn’t care if it would ruin your relationship with Donghyuck. He has acted recklessly enough quite a few times now, so you were allowed to be reckless for once too. He had to know how you felt, because this is what would make you feel at ease with yourself. He can’t find it so easy to kiss you in a drunk game and not feel anything either. After the spark that lit up with the touch of your lips and the butterflies that danced around the knot in your stomach, you knew you had to tell him. But the problem was that you didn’t know how to do it.
For the meantime, you had curled up in Jimin’s bed hugging yourself tightly, crying your eyes out until sweet sleep brushed over them and closed them shut.
The morning of the next day you and Jimin went out to grab breakfast together. She was still feeling a bit weird because of last night’s events, but she said that a plate of chocolate chip pancakes would cure her hangover.
You were fiddling with your fork, scraping it at the surface of the plate, a screeching noise coming from it. Jimin visibly shivered at the sound and you stopped it.
“So,” Jimin began, swallowing a big piece of the pancakes, “wanna talk about last night?” she asked.
You put your fork down and sat back, crossing your arms. “I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. Everything is so confusing” you answered.
“Um, that’s exactly why we need to talk about it” Jimin said. She drank a full glass of water and then set it down on the table with a thud. It was so loud, you thought that the table might have broken.
“Donghyuck literally kissed you and we’re gonna completely ignore that? Come on Y/n, we cannot pretend it didn’t happen. Well, at least you cannot pretend it didn’t happen” Jimin said.
“Drop it Jimin, he was drunk, or high, or whatever.”
“No he was not. Well he was, but not that much. He knew what he was doing. Look, Y/n, Donghyuck has been a great friend to you and I know how much you love him for that. But when it comes to the romantic part of your relationship, he’s been nothing but an ass.”
You sighed and didn’t say anything in return. Jimin was right. He really was an ass when it came to romantic relationships. But you couldn’t ignore your feelings. You knew the way you felt when he touched you, when he leaned close to your ear and whispered to you, when his lips danced with yours.
The question is, did he feel the same?
You broke the silence by speaking up. “I think I’m gonna confess to him” you said.
Jimin almost choked on her food. She started coughing and you immediately got up and patted her on her back to prevent any accidents. You filled in her glass with water and helped her drink a bit.
“You what?!” Jimin practically screamed and you were thankful that the restaurant was not full that morning.
“I thought about it last night and I can’t keep suppressing my feelings, But I don’t know how to do it and I still think that Donghyuck might not like me back, hell, he only sees my as a friend, but at the same time I felt it when he kissed me, it felt different than the first time he did it back at that goodbye party before high school and God I hate parties becau-“
“Hey hey hey! Calm down bestie” Jimin interrupted you. You were panting, trying to catch your breath. You didn’t realize you went on an auto-rant mode until after Jimin spoke.
“It’s okay, I know it’s hard to do it. But if you finally feel confident enough to tell him, you should do it. We’ll think of a way to do that, together.” Jimin reassured you and you nodded to yourself.
Speaking of the devil, your phone screen lit up and a ting sound echoed in the room. You picked it up, only to see a text from Donghyuck.
[Hyuck]
see you at the park later?
You sighed again and made a mental note to text him back in a minute when you would have calmed down from your previous outbreak.
You really had to tell him, and you had to do it soon.
Despite your initial denial, you agreed to meet Donghyuck later that day at the park, at your usual spot. You were contemplating whether to meet him or not, because even though you wanted to confess, your anxiety and fear of a bad outcome got the best of you.
You didn’t mind if you got rejected. You really didn’t care at all. At that moment, you just wanted to get it out of your chest. A few weeks ago, you would be dreading the possibility of Donghyuck rejecting your feelings and ruining your friendship. But right now you had none of that in mind.
You rode your bike on the way to the park in order to clear your mind with some fresh air. The sun had almost set and the park was becoming emptier. You spotted Donghyuck sitting on the ground with his back resting on a tree trunk. He had rode there on his bike too.
You went up to him and he only noticed your presence until after you sat down beside him. He turned his head to your side and he flushed you one of his precious bright smiles, the one that always made your heart skip a bit.
You didn’t want to lie to yourself, but your confidence from earlier magically vanished the moment you saw his face.
“How have you been? It was a mess last night” you spoke first and his smile dropped at the sound of your voice, his plump lips forming a soft frown, eyes falling down to his lap.
“Don’t remind me of that” Donghyuck said. He paused for a second before he spoke again. “I actually wanted to apologize for that. For whatever happened. I clearly didn’t mean anything I did or said, so if I did anything bad or weird, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know. I promised myself I wouldn’t get carried away, but guess what! I did nothing but that. I’m sorry.”
You waited for him to finish with what he wanted to say before you said anything else. You went closer to him and rubbed his back in sympathy.
It took you a while to take in everything he said. What did he mean by “I didn’t mean anything I said or did”? Did he regret kissing you? Didn’t he feel the same spark, the same tingle, the same knot in his stomach?
You tried to push these thoughts away and focus on your feelings. It was time you put your feelings first, or rather, yourself. Your heart was beating out of your chest, blood rushing into your cheeks, as you gathered all your confidence and courage before you spoke up.
“Donghyuck?” you said in a soft, quiet voice, barely above a whisper. Donghyuck lifted his head, his chocolate eyes diving deep into yours, his skin glimmering under the moonlight like frozen honey.
That’s when your voice got stuck in your throat, and you stood there staring at him and he was staring back at you. “Wanna go on a ride with our bikes? To clear our minds?” you said.
He nodded and his plump lips curved upwards, his eyes creasing a bit on the sides. This is not what you wanted to say, but at least you said something.
You wanted to say so much more. So many things occupied the back of your head, you wanted to scream at him for giving you all these mixed signals, you wanted to scold him for acting so immature, you wanted to hug him and tell him that he’s too good for this world, you wanted to feel his touch and warmth on your body. But you did nothing for it.
You had to think of a way to confess to him without having to say any words. Otherwise, you would fuck up. Or you wouldn’t be able to do it at all, and you would be left with the burden upon your chest.
In the meantime, you were reminded how beautiful you felt every time you were with him. You relaxed, you laughed, you cried, you smiled, you frowned, you were stressed and then you were not. There was only one boy in all the world that could wake up every single emotion inside you and that boy was none other than Lee Donghyuck.
You still quite couldn’t put your finger on what it was that made him so different from the other boys. Maybe the fact that he was just a guy, like everyone else, but he seemed so gorgeous in your eyes. Maybe it was because you knew him in a way no one else did. That’s why you felt the need to share your feelings with him, because no matter what, you somehow knew that he would always love you back, even as just a friend.
You were still mad at him for acting this way. But you could not completely ignore the person you knew because of one reckless incident. You knew Donghyuck very well, and you knew that he was better than this. You weren’t in the right mood to confront him after seeing how bad he felt with himself, so you chose to put whatever happened at the party towards the back of your head for a while and enjoy your time with him.
There is always the right time for everything.
“Aeri broke up with me” Yangyang announced, with a frown on his face that could reach the floor.
“She did? Yeah, I’m not surprised. You shouldn’t be either” you said.
“But why?” Yangyang whined.
“Are you serious right now?” Jimin spoke up “You literally hook up with every other girl, plus, you never gave her any attention! And you have the audacity to cry about it.”
You were walking on campus, heading towards your respective classes. It had been two days since the frat party, and Yangyang’s girlfriend found out about his doings and she finally snapped.
Donghyuck caught up to you and joined the conversation. “Oof, I found you guys, I was looking for you everywhere. Wait what happened?” he asked as soon as he noticed Yangyang’s frown in his expression.
“Aeri happened” you said.
“Who's Aeri?” Donghyuck asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Jimin was the one to speak up this time. “Yangyang’s girlfriend. Well, now ex-girlfriend. It took her a bit long to come to her senses but I’m happy she finally did.” She turned to Yangyang and slapped him in the back of his head. “See, you never even mentioned her name, you idiot! You’re gross, honestly” Jimin said with a disgusted expression.
Donghyuck smiled slightly at Jimin’s comment, but none of them saw him but you. Was it just your idea or did he look extra fine today?
Jimin walked to your side and linked her arm with yours. “Now if you will excuse us boys, we have to talk about girl things, mhm?” Jimin said and dragged you away from them, leaving them walking behind you.
“So, I thought of the perfect idea” Jimin whispered, lowering her head.
“About what?” you asked.
“You will make a quiz and send it to him” Jimin said. You stopped at your track to take in what she just said. “What?”
“You want to confess to Donghyuck, right? So I did some research and came across this quiz that you supposedly send to your crush and then they have to respond and send it back to you I guess. What do you think?” Jimin said.
“It sounds childish. Yeah I don’t think it will work” you said.
“But why? Let’s give it a try. Please” Jimin whined and you couldn’t do anything but agree with her. “Okay, listen. I’ll see what I’ll do. If I feel confident enough to send it to him then we’re good, otherwise we’ll have to think of something else” you said.
Jimin screeched and hugged you tightly. “Thank you thank you thank you! Oh my god, I really think it will work. Plus, it’s not gonna be a face to face confession so don’t be nervous about it. You got this. I’ll meet you later after classes to work on it. Love you bestie!” Jimin said and ran off to her class, leaving you walking on your own in the campus.
Maybe her idea wasn’t that bad after all. This couldn’t go too wrong, right?
Later that day you met Jimin at your favorite café. You found her sitting at your usual table, scrolling on her phone.
Yangyang decided to tag along this time too. You bumped into him on your way out of campus and invited him for coffee too. You didn’t tell Jimin about it, but you were sure she wouldn’t mind.
You sat down next to her, and Yangyang went for the seat on the other side of the table, taking out his phone.
“Let’s start, take out your laptop” Jimin said and you did so. You opened an empty form sheet and stared at the cursor appearing and disappearing on the screen. “Well, how do I start?” you asked.
Jimin took the lead and turned the laptop to her side so that she could type on the keyboard easier. “So, we'll start with his name. Write something like, ‘Hi Donghyuck, if you’re receiving this it’s because I have a big fat crush on you and I don’t know how to tell you-‘”
“Shhhh,” you interrupted her “don’t say his name” you whisper shouted.
Yangyang raised his head from his phone screen and joined the conversation. “Don’t worry about it bestie, it’s not as if we don’t know about it. It’s so obvious that you like Hyuck to the point it hurts my eyes every time I see you looking at him. Can’t you be more discreet about it? What the fuck are you two even doing by the way?”
You were left speechless and kept blinking, staring at Yangyang. Of course he would figure it out, he’s been your best friend since you were literally babies. You shouldn’t be surprised by this.
“We’re making a confession quiz to help Y/n tell Donghyuck that she likes him. I saw it online and apparently it works wonders” Jimin said.
Yangyang stayed silent for a few seconds before he started laughing hysterically. You and Jimin looked at each other and then back at Yangyang, waiting for him to stop with his laughing outburst.
You waited until he finally caught his breath, wiping a tear that slipped from the corner of his eye with his finger. “You guys are seriously so funny” he said.
“What's so funny about it, Yangyang? Hm?” Jimin asked him.
“I just find it such a stupid idea. Don’t you think it’s a bit childish? It won’t work” he said.
“That's what I thought too, but I’m gonna give it a try” you said.
“Okay, whatever” Yangyang said and went back to scrolling on his phone.
“Don’t give him any notice, Y/n. Let’s move on” Jimin said and started typing on the keyboard.
“So, we'll start with questions such as ‘Did you know that I liked you?’ and ‘If yes, then how did you know?’ and then ‘Do you like me back?’ and stuff” Jimin spoke while typing at the same time.
“Wait Jimin, don’t you think these are a bit too straightforward?” you asked. Jimin stopped typing and looked at you dead in the eye. “Are you kidding me? This is how a confession works, hello?” Jimin answered, full of irony. Through the corner of your eye, you saw Yangyang scoffing.
“Okay so next,” Jimin started typing again “you need to ask him the important stuff, which is what he thinks of you. And that includes what his first impression of you was, how attractive he finds you and how much he likes your personality.”
“How about we ask him something like ‘Is this awkward?’ because trust me, it probably is” you were the one who suggested a question this time.
Jimin wasn’t entirely sure if you were joking or not, be she agreed and typed it after the previous one. “Now, let’s end it with a precious moment between the two of you. One that he remembers, it might be anything” Jimin said.
She typed fast, her fingers running on top of the keyboard. Her eyes never left the screen, following the letters without even peaking at the keyboard to see what she was typing. She then pressed the enter key with all her strength and sat back on her chair. “And we’re done. It’s sent” she said.
The moment she said that the quiz was sent, you started trembling. You didn’t feel nervous up until that point. What if everything went downhill after this? It’s just a stupid quiz, you thought. Sure, the quiz was stupid, but your crush wasn’t. You were worried that once Dongyuck sees the quiz, he’ll start seeing you differently. You were only hoping that this differently didn’t mean negative, because if it did, your entire relationship with him would change. And you didn’t want to lose such an important person in your life over a not-so-stupid crush.
You didn’t see Donghyuck on campus the next day. You were sure about it because ever since Jimin sent him the confession quiz, he hasn’t left your mind. You kept looking for him everywhere but not because you wanted to see him. It was rather the opposite. You knew that if you saw his face after knowing that you had confessed to him, you wouldn’t be able to utter a single word. You avoided him.
You had to thank him, though, for making your job easier. Not a single sight of him on campus for the entire day. Good news.
But the bad news was that he didn’t text you throughout the day at all, which was odd. He would usually ask to meet at the park, or just text you about not anything of importance. But there was no sign of him that day.
A lot of thoughts formed in your mind at the same time. In the worst case scenario, there was something wrong with him. In the best case scenario, he felt way too awkward because of the confession quiz and he didn’t want to do anything with you. You couldn’t explain how this was the best case scenario, but you were worried sick about him. So you hoped for the latter.
You didn’t want to text him or call him though. You wanted to avoid him, right? Your current behavior didn’t match the confidence you had a couple days ago. It felt like you were more intimate with him now, you had exposed a piece of your inner self and you were scared that your actions would make him feel uncomfortable.
Yet, you decided to give him time. You wanted to wait for his response. Whatever it would be. You thought that your confession would help you ease your mind, but you’ve been thinking about him even more now. What if he didn’t feel the same? Of course, you would respect his feelings. You can’t force people to like you, or love you. But deep down, you knew it would hurt. You would still continue to love him even if he didn’t love you back. You cannot turn on and off feelings like a light switch. Loving him took a long time and getting over him would take even longer. You didn’t want to get over him. You probably couldn’t. So you wanted to keep loving him and hoped that maybe, there was a slight chance that he would love you back.
However, you didn’t see Donghyuck on campus the day after that either. But this time, you didn’t know if it was because you were avoiding him or because he just didn’t come to any of his classes.
Worry washed over you when neither Yangyang or Jimin had heard of him. “I thought he would be talking with you” Yangyang told you. Yeah, you thought the same thing.
After your classes ended for the day, you decided to go by his dorm and see him in person. You still felt like avoiding him but you didn’t have another choice at this point. You wanted to see him.
You put on your earphones and let the music keep you company while walking. Your heart rate was slowly increasing with each step you took, but you couldn’t explain if it was because you felt anxious or because your heart followed the beat of the music.
After listening to a couple of songs, you found yourself standing right outside Donghyuck’s dorm door. Taking off your earphones, you stood there still, waiting. You raised your arm hesitantly, knuckles touching the wooden surface of the door. You slightly pulled your hand away from the door and then your knuckles touched the door again.
Knock. Knock.
You drew a step back, arm falling to your side. And you waited.
One, two, three, four, five, si-
Donghyuck appeared behind the door, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, hair messy and eyes droopy.
“Hi, um, sorry d-did I wake you up?” you said.
“Um, no it’s fine, uh, is there something wrong?” Donghyuck said, rubbing his eye with his fingers.
And then you noticed the flush color painting his cheeks and the way he kept his eyes on the ground, not trying to maintain eye contact.
“I was just worried, you know? We haven’t seen you in two days and I just wanted to see if you-“
“I’m fine Y/n, there’s nothing to worry about, now please, I was in the middle of something so, uh, I’ll see you later, bye” Donghyuck interrupted you and closed the door right in your face, without even sparing you a glance.
What was this all about? Why was he acting like this?
You blinked away the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes and walked away.
“Girl, you’re not the one avoiding him, he’s the one avoiding you!” Jimin said, munching on a cheeseburger.
She swallowed her bite and spoke again. “What I think is, he’s in love with you too, but he’s an even bigger coward than I thought he was. I believe he got so flustered by the quiz we sent him, but don’t worry, he’ll come to his senses sooner or later.”
You rested your head on your palm and sighed heavily. “I don’t know Jiminie, his behavior is so confusing lately. I kinda regret sending him that quiz”.
“Uh oh, don’t say that again. You confessed and well done for that, so now it’s up to him to decide how the relationship between you two will go. Don’t blame yourself for how a man thinks. You never know what goes on inside those pea sized brains of theirs” Jimin said.
“So you say that he’s ignoring me because he likes me back?” you asked, a question which was addressed more to yourself.
“That's exactly what I’m saying,” Jimin said. “I mean, he couldn’t even look at you and his cheeks were all blushy and stuff? Girl, do we see the same things? Because this clearly shows he has lost his shit over you.”
You remained silent for a while, leaving Jimin to eat her cheeseburger in peace and allowing yourself to sort all of your thoughts that were scrambled inside your mind. Maybe she was right. Again. Her intuition regarding people’s feelings and behaviors is remarkable. She always left you wondering how she could be so good at reading other people.
You thought you were good at it too, until this boy named Lee Donghyuck came into your life. It wasn't that hard to understand him as a little boy, but now that you’re all adults, it seems like he has built walls around his heart and it’s not easy to read him anymore. The problem was that you didn’t know why he did this. He used to allow himself to be open and vulnerable with you. At least you thought so.
Now you are left wondering what’s in his mind and what is it that makes him act this way. Was the quiz that awkward? Did he see you in a different way now?
Questions like this kept messing with you and you wished you could unsend that quiz if it were to prevent this outcome. But you decided to give him a little bit more time. You were friends after all, right? Friends always come back to each other, no matter what. Right?
The next couple of days Donghyuck had been ignoring you still. Jimin said there was no point in feeling sad about it and that he would just snap one moment and realize what an asshole he was.
You hadn’t told Yangyang about any of that. He had mentioned the quiz once, asking you something like how you made it and what you wrote exactly, but nothing more specific about Donghyuck. So you decided to let it go, he wouldn’t understand anyway.
You were sitting at the park alone, leaning against a tree while watching the sun slowly hiding behind the hill, waiting for the moon to rise and take its place in the sky. The cheerful screams of little kids were gradually fading away and the park was becoming quieter, the only sound interrupting the silence from time to time was the barking of dogs.
You felt peaceful. You found a moment in time to have for yourself, a small escape from all of last week’s dramatic events. You breathed in the fresh air, you let your body relax and your mind roam around the scenery of nature in front of you.
This inner serenity didn’t last long though. Your phone chimed in your pocket and the screen lit up, the intense brightness hurting your eyes due to the contrast with the now darker sky.
You lowered the brightness in order to take a better look at the text on your screen. You squinted your eyes a bit further, this time not because of the brightness.
[Hyuck]
i really need to talk to you
it’s important
you know where to find me
i’m at your favorite place
You kept rereading Donghyuck’s texts over and over. So he ignores me for days and now all of a sudden he wants us to meet and he puzzles me with a riddle? What the hell?
You turned off your phone and stared blankly in front of you, trying to think of what place Donghyuck was talking about. You didn’t even care about what he wanted to tell you. You had to find him first.
The gears inside your brain got to work, spinning quickly and digging through your memories to help you find the answer. But you were already in your favorite place. The park. At least it was your favorite at the moment. So if he were at the park, where could he be? You would be able to see him by now.
The gears in your brain suddenly stopped moving and the light bulb shone brightly above your head. You knew exactly where he was. And it wasn’t the park. You grabbed your things quickly and rushed out of the park, heading towards the place you could never imagine that you’ll ever see again.
You had been walking for only ten minutes and your legs were hurting and started feeling wobbly. The one time you actually needed your bike, you didn’t have it. A sigh left your lips and you continued walking, looking at your phone from time to time in case Donghyuck texted you something else or called you.
You could tell that you were almost there by the red and gold lighting attacking your eyes, contrasting with the darkness of your surroundings. You squinted your eyes as a reaction to the sudden appearance of light, walking towards the source of red and gold. The smell of butter popcorn lured you in and that’s how you knew you were at the exact place you needed to be.
You stood under the bright sign, the same white balloons climbing up the pillars on each side of the gate, confetti sprinkled and glued in between them, fairy lights trailing upwards to the glowing sign. ‘Welcome to Dreamland’.
You stood in awe. You never thought you would visit this place again. It's been years since the last time you visited the amusement park and it felt strange yet so familiar sitting there, looking at the place that felt like your childhood home.
Your eyes were roaming around and you just stood still, not moving a single step further. For a moment, you had forgotten the reason why you were there in the first place.
The scent of the familiar cologne was roaming in the air, snapping you out of your thoughts. Donghyuck cleared his throat and you turned around to face him.
He looked beautiful. The lights of the amusement park were reflecting in his eyes, his hair fell softly covering his forehead, his plump lips curved upwards to a smile.
You noticed that he held his arms behind his back, but you didn’t question it. You just stared right into his eyes, just like he stared into yours. “Hi” he said, his voice blurred among the music and random screams from little kids running around the amusement park.
“Hi” you greeted him back, and then both of you remained silent, looking at each other. Your eyes started stinging from keeping them open for a long time, so you lowered your gaze to your feet.
Donghyuck sensed the awkwardness and cleared his throat again before he spoke up. “I’m sorry, Y/n” he said.
Your head jolted up at the sound of his honey voice and your gaze locked in with his. You parted your lips to speak, but he beat you to it. “I’m sorry. I know my behavior was shit. I was an asshole. I was ignoring you when I shouldn’t. I’m surprised that you came to see me after the way I treated you. So thank you" he said.
You didn’t want to speak. You didn’t have the courage to do so, but you also didn’t know what to tell him. Instead, you waited for him to continue talking.
Donghyuck’s gaze shifted from your eyes to other places around him and he pursed his lips. “You know, I received that quiz you sent me” he trailed off.
You gulped at the mention of the quiz and suddenly your heartbeat picked up a pace so fast that was probably beyond human.
“I didn’t-” Donghyuck started, “I didn’t send it back to you because I wanted to answer it now, with you here” he said.
You found yourself incapable of speaking at that moment. You simply nodded and diverted your gaze back to your feet.
“Please look at me Y/n” Donghyuck said and you froze, slowly lifting your head to see him looking directly at you. You could tell he was nervous by the way he inhaled sharply and the soft red color that painted his cheeks.
“I didn’t know you felt this way about me,” he started, “so when I saw that quiz I was so troubled. Maybe you were obvious with it, maybe not, but what’s certain is that I was too nervous around you to even notice anything.”
You tried to process his words and come to a conclusion. Everything that came out of his mouth didn’t make sense to you. Why would he be nervous around me?
Donghyuck gulped and continued. “Do you remember how we met?” he asked, but the question was mostly addressed to himself rather than you. You smiled at the memory. How could you forget such a pretty boy?
“It was here, this exact place. We were both running, we bumped into each other, fell down and then dropped your cotton candy” he said and started laughing. You did the same.
“And then we became friends. Inseparable friends. You have always been the sweetest friend I’ve ever had. You are kind, funny, you make me feel comfortable, you’re always there for me even though I behave so shitty sometimes” he said.
“And you’re so beautiful. I find myself staring at you when you’re looking away and I just ask myself how can a person be this beautiful” he said, his voice getting gradually quieter, just a little bit louder than a whisper.
“Do you know why I stopped contacting you when I left?” Donghyuck asked, this time the question addressed to you.
You cleared your throat before speaking, voice barely audible. “No.” It was the first time you spoke after greeting him.
Donghyuck shifted a bit, balancing his weight on one leg. “Because I liked you so much I couldn’t bear talking to you, knowing that I wasn’t able to see you, touch you and tell you how much I missed you” he said. “I thought that maybe, if I didn’t talk to you again, maybe it would hurt less than it did.”
You felt your lips drying, eyes widening upon hearing these words. This can’t be real. Yes, you wanted him to like you back, but you never expected it to be true. Even if you believed in a slight chance that he might like you back, it never occurred to you that it might actually be true.
“Hyuck, what are you talking about?” you asked him, not believing a single word he was saying.
“I’m talking about how much I like you, Y/n. Fuck, I might even be in love with you. I don’t know, I always get this weird feeling around you and I can’t get it to stop! I keep thinking about you and how I want to be able to kiss you without finding excuses with these stupid spin the bottle games! I like you so fucking much Y/n, I don’t know how to act.”
You stood still, frozen. So this is really happening, you thought. All this time you were worried about your feelings for Donghyuck when he was feeling the exact same way towards you. Your heart fluttered to the sound of his confession and you felt like smiling so hard until your cheeks hurt.
“Please say something Y/n” Donghyuck whispered. You didn’t say anything though. You didn’t have to. Instead, you took a couple steps further and stood right in front of him, placing your hands on each side of his neck, smacking your lips onto his.
He responded immediately, parting his lips slightly to kiss you back. He removed one arm from behind his back to cup your cheek with his hand and he kissed you gently and genuinely.
The knot in your stomach was untied, releasing the butterflies it had been holding in for so long. Donghyuck’s plump lips moved in sync with yours, his soft touch on your cheek sending streaks of warmth down your entire body.
You slowly pulled back to catch your breath, looking at him in his eyes, both of you smiling as hard as ever. “Of course I like you too, dumbass. I’ve liked you ever since I met you.” You said and Donghyuck smiled even harder than before, if it was even possible.
You removed your hands from his neck, dropping them to your side. “What is behind your back?” you asked him eagerly.
Donghyuck dropped his hand from your cheek too and brought his other arm from behind his back, only to reveal a stick of fluffy pink cotton candy.
Your eyes widened at the sight. It was the last thing you expected to see.
“You know, I promised to buy you one because I had dropped it when we bumped into each other, but I never had the chance to do that, so...” Dongyuck said and you slammed your body into his arms, grinning hard and laughing.
You squeezed him tightly and he returned your embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist, his head finding its way to rest in the crook of your neck.
“I think I love you, Donghyuck” you softly said in his ear.
Donghyuck’s grip on you tightened more and he breathed in. “Y/n, I know I love you” he said, just loud enough so that you and only you could hear him.
Donghyuck pulled back slightly so that he could see your face. He was still holding you tightly, as if he physically couldn’t let you go. As you were lost in the pool of honey in his eyes, he spoke with a low voice. “Do you think you’ll finally be able to beat me in bumper cars?” he said.
You laughed at his question and his smile grew wider to the sound. “No, you’re too slow. I actually pity you” you said.
Donghyuck poked the inside on his cheek with his tongue and raised his eyebrow at your answer. “Oh yeah? Let’s find out, bitchass” he said and linked his fingers with yours to guide you to the amusement park.
Just like that, your heart was full. It was right at the place it needed to be from the very beginning. It was finally home.
The doorbell chimed behind you and a chill breeze entered the inside of the diner for a brief second. You didn’t have to turn your head to realize that a group of high school kids entered the diner, their voices were too loud and annoying. You rolled your eyes and popped a french fry into your mouth.
It’s been about two weeks since you and Donghyuck made it official. You agreed to start a relationship that very night you confessed to each other outside the amusement park. Donghyuck only agreed to go out with you if he won three consecutive races at the bumper cars ride. Turns out you ended up crashing his car in every single round, but Donghyuck kept on saying that he didn’t really mean what he said and kissed you into agreeing to go on another date with him.
You were happy. Ever since you started dating, you found yourself enjoying the time you spent with Donghyuck even more than you did before. It’s not that many things changed, it was mostly the same things you used to do. The only difference was that neither of you was afraid to express their true feelings anymore.
You and Donghyuck were sitting next to each other at the diner booth. Donghyuck had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, while he used his other arm to grab french fries from the bowl on your table. You agreed to buy just one bowl of french fries to ease your appetite before you ordered your actual meals.
Donghyuck was talking to you about the drive-in cinema that will start working again next week. He said that they would be playing one of his favorite movies, so he practically begged you to go with him and treat it as a date as well.
“What are you guys talking about?” you heard Jimin’s voice and you looked up to see that she had just arrived with Yangyang standing there next to her.
“Oh hey guys, we didn’t hear you entering. I was telling Y/n about the drive-in, it’ll be open again next week. Wanna go-wait-” Donghyuck started saying, but he cut himself off when he noticed that Yangyang was holding Jimin’s hand.
“Dude what?” Donghyuck asked again and you sat there staring at your friends with eyes wide open. Jimin and Yangyang were grinning at your and Donghyuck’s reactions, before they went to sit on the booth opposite of yours.
“Yup, it is exactly what you think it is. Now, what were you saying about the drive-in?” Yangyang casually joined in the conversation without addressing the matter that clearly needed to be addressed.
“Jimin, why didn’t you tell me about this? How long have you guys been going out?” you said smiling at your friends.
“Not that long, just a few days after you guys. See, I was going to tell you about it Y/n, but Yangyang thought it would be funnier if we just showed up one random day like this and let you guys figure it out on your own” Jimin said and Yangyang kissed her forehead before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“Yeah, turns out that stupid quiz you girls thought of works wonders” Yangyang said and popped one french fry that he stole from the bowl.
“Wait, Yangyang, you were the one to send Jimin the quiz? Oh how the tables turn” you said and he waved you off.
You weren’t even the slightest bit surprised that Yangyang and Jimin were dating now. Honestly, it was quite obvious that there was something going on between them, but both of them were way too stubborn to admit it. Was it that way with you and Donghyuck too?
The four of you spent time at the diner that night. The feeling of being carefree and relaxed around your friends reminded you of the time you used to spend all together back in high school. It really felt as if you never lost touch with one another, everything was back to normal. Except this time, your heart felt at ease too.
It was getting quite late and the diner was almost empty now. The four of you didn’t really have the heart to check the time and make a move to get up and leave, you were having way too much time to just call it a night.
You had now ordered a second round of drinks, non-alcoholic though because none of you was really that good at staying sober. Instead, you just stuck with fizzy drinks and sodas.
Yangyang emptied out his second bottle of coke before he slammed it on the table. He licked his lips and sighed. “Wow, this was a good one” he said. But this wasn’t the only thing he had in mind. You could tell by the smugness of his expression.
Yangyang smirked and then lifted his head to flash one of his signature wide grins. “I don’t wanna go home yet, guys. So, who’s up for a game of spin the bottle?” he asked.
Jimin kicked his leg under the table, Donghyuck sat up and smacked him in the head and you stretched your arm to pinch his nose. The four of you burst out laughing, thinking about how things would have turned out if it wasn’t for Yangyang’s stupid ideas.
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FIRST MEETING MONTAGE … head canons
pairing : ateez x f!reader (separately)
genre : idol au, headcanons, each member has their own mini genres and tropes, future dad!ateez au
warnings : language, a nose bleed (jongho), some members are longer than others! sorry! also i’ve never been to a fansign so i’m only going by what i think happens 🥲
note : a remake and return of the mr. housedad series! been thinking about this for a while, so yep! here it is, enjoy… feedback is appreciated
how you and ateez met, setting your future in stone.
KIM HONGJOONG x ARTIST!F!READER ( fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers )
you felt stupid for some reason. like you should have never agreed to doing the blind date your friend insisted on setting up for you.
mainly because right now you are getting stood up, it’s been twenty minutes past the time you were suppose to meet your date and now you just feel silly. maybe you should just go home.
“um, excuse me, are you y/n?” a voice asks behind you and you turn to see probably one of the most handsomest men you have ever seen.
everything about him was just so put together. his split hair being eye catching and his outfit just being so stylish makes you feel underdressed if you’re being honest.
“yes! I’m y/n, are you hongjoong?”
“haha, yes i am, sorry i was late. i got caught up with work,” he says before he’s walking you towards the restaurant doors. “shall we go in and talk?”
you nod and can’t help the heat going to your cheeks as he opens the door for you before following close behind you into the restaurant.
“to be honest, i only agreed to this date because my friend has been pressuring me to try and date,” he says and you feel an odd twist in your stomach. he didn’t even want to be on this date.
so that’s why he was late, you think to yourself as you nod at his words. granted at first you weren’t that excited to be going on a blind date, but you really did want to get out there and start dating.
“my friend insisted i go on this date as well. she tells me that maybe going on a few dates here and there would help with my creative block that i’ve been in for the past few months,” you tell him with a laugh and he nods at your words.
“i hate creative blocks,” he says as he runs a hand through his split colored hair. “what do you do for a living?”
“i’m an artist. i do a lot of commission paintings and illustrations for children books. i also do paintings for myself and a few galleries here and there when they want me.”
“you’re an artist? that sounds amazing,” he says and you notice the immediate stars appearing in his eyes and you feel a sudden boost in your ego. “i think if i wasn’t so in love with music, i would definitely have become a painter.”
“hey, i suddenly just had an idea,” hongjoong says which quickly earns your attention as you look up from your food. “this might seem crazy, but what do you think about pretending to date?”
“pretending to date? what do you mean?”
“well it’s obvious that i’m not interested in actually dating and you’re in a creative block, so what if we help each other out. we pretend to date so i can get my friend off my back and when we do hangout, i help you try to get out of your creative block. a win-win if you ask me.”
god, what kind of fanfic are you living in right now. fake date an idol? that sounds like a recipe for disaster, but you can’t ignore how tempting it sounds. you really do need to get out of your creative block soon in time for the next exhibit and maybe doing painting based on love could be a good thing to try.
“okay, let’s do it.”
hongjoong smiles at your words before saying, “can’t wait to fake date you!”
PARK SEONGHWA x IDOL!F!READER ( strangers to lovers, nct added member )
you looked so pretty, sitting there along with the other hosts is what seonghwa thought as he watched you from where he was sitting with his members. he licked his lips, stars in his eyes as he still couldn’t wrap his head around seeing you.
his members would tease him later but he didn’t care. you’ve been his celebrity crush for a while now, even back when he was a trainee, he’s adored you.
and recently he found out that he was your ideal type. he felt like it was a huge ego boost. he wanted to talk to you, but at the same time he was nervous.
some of his members — i.e wooyoung and san — told him he should give you his number while they were in the show. he tried arguing with them, telling them no and that he honestly couldn’t because what if you rejected him. he couldn’t handle such a rejection from you.
“you should just try it, hyung, i’m sure she’ll say yes,” san said and once they all took a break in filming it was san who pushed seonghwa over towards you.
“hi, um, i’m ateez’s seonghwa,” he says and cringes at how he chose to introduce himself.
“oh, hi, it’s nice to you meet finally you seonghwa! i’m nct’s y/n,” you say as the two of you bow to each other.
“i just wanted to say that i’ve been a big fan of yours for a while and wanted to know if you would want to hangout sometime?”
you look surprised by his sudden question and seonghwa wonders if maybe he crossed a line, but your words are quick to make him think otherwise.
“o-of course! i would love to hangout sometime!” you say and seonghwa can’t help but find you extremely adorable in this moment.
“do you… maybe want to exchange numbers?”
“yes, sure, of course!” you say and seonghwa laughs at your response as he pulls his phone out while you do the same. you two are quick to exchange numbers before the producers are calling for everyone to return to the spots. “i guess we’ll talk later, right?”
“definitely.”
“great, good luck on your group’s performance!” the two of you wave before you walk off and seonghwa can’t help the lovestruck feeling that over takes him.
“soooo… how did it go?” san asks coming up to the eldest member with a sly smirk.
“shut up,” seonghwa says before shoving san slightly and walking back to join the rest of the members.
JEONG YUNHO x GAME DEVELOPER!F!READER ( strangers to lovers, dad!yunho )
you were use to being alone. especially since you started living abroad in korea away from your friends and family you had grown up with and cherished. you often relied on memories to keep you company, but recently one of your coworkers told you a solution to your loneliness.
“a dog?” you had only thought about getting a pet a few times, but concluded that maybe getting one while being abroad wasn’t the best idea. your job wasn’t always the most stable as any game you and your team were working on could get cancelled last minute. plus you were still slowly trying to figure out how to take care of yourself, let alone a dog.
“you should think about it! there’s an adoption center nearby, so maybe check it out sometime,” they told you and only agreed to think about it.
and think about it you did because the next thing you knew, you were making your way to the adoption center.
you were going to adopt a dog.
you decided that maybe it was for the best to adopt a dog, maybe having someone else to take care of would make you less lonely. and of course it would get you out of the house more…
and that’s exactly what is happening three weeks after you adopted a cute labrador retriever named lily who you just immediately connected with. she has a lot of energy, that’s for sure but you don’t mind.
that’s actually how you found yourself at the park, playing fetch with her. throwing the bright yellow ball and watching lily as she goes and retrieves it.
you watch as she runs back to you, ball in her mouth as she drops it in front of you. picking it up, you toss it and your surprised by how far it goes. watching the ball land in the ground and roll to a complete stranger, a black cap on his head and mask pulled up over his face. the stranger picks the ball up right as lily comes barreling towards him.
“wait, lily!” you shout as you watch her pounce the man and you immediately take off towards the two. “oh my gosh, i am so sorry!”
the man laughs as he shakes his head and gives lily the ball. lily turns to run back to you, but seems surprised and happy to see you right there next to her.
“no worries, i probably shouldn’t have picked the ball up,” he says and even if he’s wearing a mask, you can tell he’s smiling from how his eyes crinkle.
“still i am so sorry, i just adopted her and we’re still learning,” you say, feeling an embarrassed heat take over your face.
“really, don’t worry about, but if you still feel guilty how about you take me to get some coffee? i know a good dog friendly café that’s nearby,” he says as he bends down to pet lily.
wow, he’s smooth. “o-oh, uh, sure! um, i’m y/n and this is lily!” you say and cringe at how a little too excited you seemed.
“i’m yunho.”
KANG YEOSANG x FASHION STUDENT!F!READER ( idol and fan to friends to lovers )
you actually managed to get into a fansign. and one for your ult group nonetheless. you were so excited that you almost threw up, twice. but you didn’t! then as the day drew closer, you got more nervous. you were worried about what would happen if you accidentally made a fool of yourself in front of your favorite group.
oh god what if you tripped! no, don’t think like that because then you will definitely trip.
when the day finally came, you made sure to dress cutely. despite knowing that none of the members would probably remember you, you still wanted to look cute so that you could look back fondly on this memory.
however, what was suppose to be a good day with meeting your favorite group soon turned into probably the worst day you’ve had in a while.
first you had to chase after your cat after she managed to escape your apartment. then you miss your bus by a second — you literally watched it take off as you were running down the crowded street to make it. so in a hurry you grab a cab in order to take you to the fansign. thankfully you managed to grab a cab fairly easy and arriving there was also just as easy.
however, it started going down once again when you tried to enter the fansign and the guard stops you.
“sorry this is a fake ticket,” he says before handing you your paper back. you’re completely shocked as you look at him.
“w-what?” you are easily pushed aside by the other fans behind you and you let them as you are still in shock. you were scammed into believing you had actually won a fansign with ateez.
what kind of cruel world is this you think as you walk outside the building and onto the steps. you know you probably shouldn’t be sitting here, but your legs don’t allow you to go any further. even after the fansign started, you find yourself still sitting on the steps. you can only faintly hear ateez from inside along with all the lucky atiny who didn’t get scammed.
when the fansign is over and all the fans had seemingly left, you find yourself on a nearby bench. you can’t help but look at your ateez album and wondering how this day that was suppose to be a great one turned out to be so… disheartening.
“excuse me,” a deep voice startles you from your thought and you turn to see… yeosang standing next to you. “did you go to the fansign?” he asks, gesturing to your album.
“o-oh, no, i didn’t. i had a fake ticket,” you say before you quickly wonder why you are explaining it to him.
“oh, i’m sorry…” he says trailing off before you watch something click in his head as his whole face lights up, “do you mind if i take it for a moment?” he asks, again gesturing to your album and you willingly hand it over. “what’s your name?”
“y/n.”
once he has your album, he motions for you to say before he dashes off back into the building. it’s several minutes later when he returns and hands you back your… now signed album.
“thank you for supporting ateez,” he says with a small bow before a man — who you assume is his manager — calls for him and yeosang is soon disappearing back into the building with a small smile and wave as a quick goodbye.
what… just happened? you look at your album, quickly opening it and flipping through the pages to notice how each member had signed it. however you notice something different when you get to yeosang’s pages.
“sorry you got scammed, but hopefully this makes it better! btw you looked cute, so smile okay? xx-xxx-xxx”
did you just get kang yeosang’s number?
CHOI SAN x COLLEGE STUDENT!F!READER ( idol and fan to friends to lovers )
no way. no fucking way. this was not happening. there was no way THE choi san was standing right in front of you while you dressed like an elderly woman. not that there was anything wrong with dressing like an elderly woman, but meeting your bias while dressed as such was not ideal.
“oh? are you the exchange student my grandma was talking about?” oh shit, his grandmother talked about you to him.
“u-um, y-yeah, i’m y/n,” wow, smooth y/n, real smooth.
“ah, well if you need help with anything while i’m here let me know,” he says with a smile before turning and walking away leaving you a little dumbfounded.
you watch him walk back into the room that is only just down the hall from yours and felt your heart jump down to your stomach. holy crap, choi san is staying only a few rooms from you. what kind of fanfic trope is this?!
this had to be a dream, this had to be anything but real. you refuse to believe it. you slowly closed your bedroom door, walked over to your bed, and grabbed your pillow before screaming into it.
these next two weeks were going to be interesting, that’s for sure.
SONG MINGI x WEBTOON ARTIST!F!READER ( strangers to friends to lovers )
mingi felt weird. not weird in a bad way, but just felt… weird. actually he wasn’t really sure how to explain it. his mom had asked him to go greet their new neighbor who was his age.
was this her way of trying to get him to start dating? to have him meet her new neighbor and have them just… fall in love?
but even if it was weird, mingi didn’t argue or question his mom and so that’s how he found himself standing in front of your door ready to knock and introduce himself.
when he did knock, it took a few minutes before someone eventually came to the door. and mingi won’t lie, you looked like you hadn’t seen another human for a few days with how disheveled you looked.
he wasn’t trying to judge you or anything, but it was quite obvious.
“can i help you?” you ask after you both stood there in silence for a few moments.
“o-oh, um, i’m mingi. my mom lives next door and wanted me to give you this as a welcome present,” he says presenting the kimchi he almost forgot he had in his hands.
you glanced down at his hands and noticed the container of kimchi. he seen you hesitate for a moment before you took it with gentle hands and that was probably the softest thing he’d witnessed from you since meeting you less than five minutes ago.
“thank you,” you said before going back into your apartment and closing the door behind you.
“so how did it go?” his mom asked once he returned. mingi still felt like the interaction happened a little too fast for his liking.
“it was… okay. she’s seems… interesting.”
“good! maybe this could be the start of a new friendship!”
“yeah, a new friendship.”
JUNG WOOYOUNG x IDOL!F!READER ( strangers to friends )
“just talk to him, y/n, what could go wrong?” your group member insisted as you both stood near the vending machines at music show.
“a lot could go wrong and then i would just end up looking stupid in front of him and never be able to show my face in front of him again,” you told her and she gave you a pointed look as if to say really? but yes, really!
“come on, y/n, why don’t we go visit him and his group under the guise of giving them our album? maybe then you can get the chance to talk to him,” she suggests and you are about to deny it when she stops you and drags you back to your group’s dressing room.
which is how you all end up knocking on ateez’s dressing room door, your group’s album clutched tightly in your grip. when ateez’s manager opens the door, your leader bows and introduces you all and tells him how you wish to gift ateez a copy of your album.
“hello, we are visage,” you all say in unison before ateez is quick to also introduce themselves.
“we were just wanting to gift you all a copy of our album,” your leader says before gesturing to you who was still tightly holding onto the album.
your other group member gives you a light push which makes you step forward. your eyes flicker between wooyoung and the album before you’re quickly holding the album out for the dancer to take. could you have been any more obvious about your feelings? probably, but you didn’t want to think about it.
you really wish a giant hole would open up on the ground and swallow you up right now. wooyoung only smiles as he takes the album from you and you step back in your spot between your members.
your leader and hongjoong speak a little bit more before your group leaves and once back in the safety of your dressing room, you collapse onto the leather couch. again, can a giant hole just please swallow you up. you lay there for several minutes, just accepting that you probably made a fool of yourself in front of your crush.
ding! you look up and at your phone to see you got a text from an unknown number
‘hey this is wooyoung! love your dance covers let’s hangout sometime and film one together!!!’
CHOI JONGHO x PRODUCER!F!READER ( co-workers to lovers )
jongho felt his jaw dropped when he was told that you would be working for kq and especially with ateez. how the company managed that is beyond him, but he’s not complaining.
of course his first time meeting you could have gone better than him causing you a nose bleed, but alas not everything goes as plan.
jongho doesn’t even remember all of what happened. one minute he was waiting to record his lines when he had to use the bathroom. so when he opens the door, he opens it smacking you in the face and watching you fall to the floor. your bag falling and papers scattering around you and jongho feels like his soul should have left his body.
“oh fuck, i am so sorry, are you okay?” he asks quickly bending down to help you pick your stuff up when he looks over to notice some blood dripping down your nose. jongho feels even worse as he immediately tries to help you even quicker. “oh god, your nose is bleeding! again, i’m so sorry!”
“i-it’s okay! i wasn’t paying any attention. i should be the one apologizing,” you say as you take a tissue out and attempt to stop your nose bleed.
“i can’t believe i gave my favorite producer a nose bleed,” jongho mumbles as you can’t help but laugh at how cute he is acting. the pout on his face doing wonders to make him fit into the role of the maknae, that you are well aware that he doesn’t always fit into.
“i’m your favorite producer?” you ask, eyes shining and jongho realizes that you heard him.
“y-yes, i love a lot of your songs even your solo stuff. your first album has always been a personal favorite of mine,” he says as he helps you stand, your bag now in his hands as he gently opens the door for you.
“well i’m a fan of your voice,” you say as you take your bag from him, “and i can’t wait to work with you jongho,” you say before walking into the studio and leaving jongho by himself in the hallway.
“she likes my voice.”
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{21} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Wooyoung & Jongho)
Words: 9,260
Warnings: Exhibitionism/Voyerism, Oral (Fem. receiving), a shit ton of praise. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: This is my first time writing a smut like this, so please bear with me. I really hope you all enjoy it, I didn’t actually end the chapter how I thought it would end, but I'll just end the next one how I originally planned this chapter to end. That being said, I don’t think the next chapter will be extremely long then, but I will warn you, shit is about to go down. For now, enjoy this fluffy smut! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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A low hum escapes your lips as you bury yourself deeper into the comfort of your warm blankets. It’s been about two weeks since you made up with Seonghwa, and currently, you’re taking things one day at a time. Now, they seem to have a council meeting every few days to see if any news has appeared regarding Miyeon and her two dangerous male partners. You don’t know why, but you have this ominous feeling that she’s going to act soon.
Just as you feel your subconscious fading once more into the land of dreams, you are reminded of what woke you in the first place.
The sound of buzzing coming from right beside your head has you groggily reaching towards your phone. Blinking a few times, you register faintly who’s calling you before you’re answering on the third ring.
“Reina?” Your voice is somewhat strained as you press your phone to your ear. “What’s wrong?”
A moment of silence before you hear her sniffling on the other end.
Immediately, your eyes are flinging open as you sit up in bed. Worry pulls at your features as you hear her crying over the phone.
“What happened?” You move the covers off of yourself, standing to your feet in an instant as you shove your slippers on.
“I-“ she sobs, “I-“
“Reina-“
“NCT!” She sobs into your ear, and you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.
“For fuck’s sake, Reina!” You playfully scold her. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“WayV’s comeback!” She continues. “It’s… it’s… immaculate!”
“And here I was thinking your ex tried contacting you again.” You huff, shaking your head.
“Have you seen the Phantom music video, yet?” She asks, completely ignoring your statement.
“No, I’ve been sleeping.” You retort, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “You know, like I usual do at this time.”
“Oh, shut up. It’s already noon.” The way she rolls her eyes at you is clear in her tone. “You need to go and watch this music video right now.”
“Babes, I-“
“Winwin has lines,” she cuts you off.
A moment of silence passes over you once more as you blink.
“The fuck! Why didn’t you lead with that?” You’re back on your feet in an instant, speeding to the cinema room down the hallway.
“Now, do you understand why I called you in tears?” She hums, and you can just tell she’s quirking a brow at you as she sniffs through the line again. “Actually, hold that thought. I’ll ask you again once you’ve watched it.”
“Okay, okay, hold your horses,” you trap your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you begin to set everything up. “I’m just pulling up YouTube now.”
“Oh, I can’t fucking wait for you to watch this,” she cackles maniacally. “Just wait until you see your biases.”
“Oh, no,” you chuckle.
“Oh, yes,” she cackles again. “Put me on speaker, I want to listen to the song again, too.”
“Okay, okay,” you say, doing just that. Taking a deep breath, you select the video. “Here we go.”
The opening sound of the drums fills your ears, and immediately you’re greeted by Ten appearing on screen. You blink.
“Okay, he looks mighty fine,” you comment.
“Oh, just wait,” she replies, and you can hear the grin in her voice.
Little do you notice the three males who have now appeared in the room, watching the screen along with you as the scene unfolds before their very eyes. Only Jongho dares to get close to you for the moment. A fact which you take every advantage of as soon as you hear one of the males on screen start singing.
“Winwin has lines.” Your mouth falls open in shock, turning to grab Jongho’s shirt as you begin to shake him frantically. “Winwin has more lines!”
Who the fuck is Winwin? Seonghwa grumbles as he steps into the room, Hongjoong following in his wake to see you continuing to cling onto the front of Jongho’s shirt while both San and Yunho stand off to the side of the room.
I’m assuming the one that just sung with the low voice. Yunho replies, arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Reina, you bitch!” You turn on your phone in the next second, hearing her laughing on the other end. “You didn’t tell me Kun is living his gothic vampire fantasy in this!”
“I knew you’d appreciate it!” She replies giddily.
Your eyes go wide just as the second verse starts, hand coming up to be placed directly over your heart in shock, “Yangyang?”
“He looks good, doesn’t he?”
“Have you seen my son?” You blink, quite a few times. “What happened to my son?”
“Your son has become a man, Miss Girl,” Reina teases. “Ah! Winwin!”
“It is too early for this shit!” The hand over your heart grips desperately at your shirt. “I woke up, only to be attacked.”
“WayV always delivers,” she agrees.
“The theatre kid in me is screaming,” you comment.
“And the throne of swords? Bitch, I will gladly sit in any one of their laps in that throne,” her voice comes through loud and clear, and you cackle. “You know I would.”
“I know you would,” you grin, shifting your position so you’re holding your one elbow in your hand for support as you continue to grasp your phone in your opposite one. “I’m just mesmerized by the metal claws.”
“Oh, yeah, you did have a thing for that, even with Lion by G-Idle,” she says. “I’m just surprised you haven’t commented on the eyes yet.”
“I was getting there,” you sit on the edge of the couch just as the bridge hits. “Oh, we stan Xiaojun’s high notes once more.”
“You’re honestly acting much calmer than I thought you would be right now,” Reina notes.
“Well, to be fair, I just woke up,” you tell her. “Still, doesn’t mean I’m okay.”
More maniacal laughter can be heard from the other end as the song comes to an end.
Taking a brief glance around the room, you notice all eight of them standing around with pouts on their faces. Some, like Wooyoung, San, Yunho, and Hongjoong all stand with their arms crossed, too.
“Now do you understand why I called you in tears?” Reina repeats her question from earlier, a knowing tone to her voice.
“Yes, yes,” you reply, waving her off slightly. “You still scared the shit out of me.”
“Oh, believe me, if it was my ex I wouldn’t have been in tears,” she jokes.
“I would hope not, but you never know,” you reply.
“So,” she continues, “tell me your thoughts.”
At her words, you notice eight pointed looks sent your way. You quirk a brow.
“WayV never disappoints,” you begin, sitting yourself further back on the couch for the moment. “Though I will say, completely missed opportunity with not putting them in corsets.”
A loud cackle is heard on the other end as you watch both Seonghwa and San practically stumble over in their spots.
“You and I both know they would have been too powerful in corsets.” Reina’s voice rings out.
“Still, fucking SM strikes again,” you tut, shaking your head. “The chorus reminds me of Seulgi’s solo.”
“Oh god, this better not be another ‘Sticker sounds like a revamped Don’t Call Me’ thing.” She teases.
“It did!” You argue. “The beat was just sped up!”
“Don’t talk to me about the recorder trill song.”
“Says the ‘Two Bitches’ apologist.”
“At least that song was good!”
“In what fucking universe is ‘Two bitches’ better than ‘Sticker’?” You reply, eyes wide despite the fact she cannot see you right now.
“Um, in every universe, bitch,” she scoffs, clearly rolling her eyes at you. “Anyways, as much as I’d love to hear more about what is sure to be your hour long rant on men in corsets, I have to go to work.”
“Reina!” You sigh, exasperatedly. “You phoned me!”
“Yeah, because you needed to be aware of the absolute masterpiece that is Phantom.” She replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And it seriously could not have been sent in a text?” You huff.
“Clearly not!” She sasses back. “I may not be able to see you, but I know for a fact you’re sitting down right now.”
“Well, yeah, but-“
“Which part was it? Was it the flashing eyes? Ten? Kun’s gothic look? The metal claws? All of the above?” She giggles.
“Sounds like someone is projecting,” you mutter, leaning forward to hide your head in your hands.
“Guilty!” She laughs once more. “Anyways, I really have to go cause I may or may not have actually called you on my break. Talk to you later! Ciao!”
“Reina-“
However, before another word of protest can leave your lips, she ends the call.
Little does she realize the storm she left you sitting in as eight males continue to stare you down in the cinema room. You let out a long sigh.
“Um, good afternoon?” You attempt a greeting.
“Winwin, huh?” Yeosang is surprisingly the first one to break the silence, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looks at you expectantly.
You shrug in your own defence, “he got fucking lines, finally.”
“Yes, I’m well aware,” Jongho grumbles, pouting as he sits beside you on the couch.
“Whoops,” you chuckle, somewhat nervously. “Sorry about that, bubs.”
Reaching over, you pat his arm comfortingly, noticing how he immediately seems to relax the slightest bit beneath your touch.
“Is this a common occurrence?” Yunho quirks a brow, leaning against the wall.
“With WayV and Reina? Oh, yeah,” you nod. “I’m honestly surprised it took her this long to call. Last time she called me ten minutes after the music video dropped because she ‘needed time to watch it again first.’”
“You seem much calmer than she is, though,” Wooyoung observes.
“I am still processing in my semi-awake state,” you reply honestly, touching the tips of your fingers together as you lean forward, resting your elbows onto your knees. “Then again, it’d be a lot worse if it were a VIXX comeback, or SHINee. Still, oof.”
“Oof?” Mingi repeats, eyebrows raised.
“It’s a good song!” You shrug, defending yourself. “The concept is great, and it’s been a while since the last WayV release, so…” Then, more to yourself, “I wonder what the b-side release will be…”
“B-side?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.
“It’s usually also a banger,” you nod to yourself as if remembering something. “Mmmh, Action Figure.”
Taking a look around the room, you let out a sigh.
“Look, if you’re going to be jealous about it, can you go and do it somewhere else?” You spare a glance at all of them and notice how Jongho, Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang seem to relax the slightest. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited over an NCT comeback.”
The way you see both San’s and Wooyoung’s pouts deepen causes you to let out another sigh.
“Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean I don’t like them,” you remind them all.
“We know, Darling,” Jongho replies, leaning further back into the couch. “It’s just difficult to watch you practically drooling over other men.”
“Do you honestly all think I’ve never thought about any of you in such ways before?” Your question has an immediate silence settling over the room. “Why would I want people who don’t even know I exist over eight highly powerful, extremely attractive Kings?”
Eight pleased growls echo around the room.
“Look,” you exhale a long sigh, standing back to your feet, “if there’s one thing I need you all to understand, it’s that despite wherever it may seem that we are in our individual relationships, I am committed to you, not anyone else. Yes, I joke, and yes I tease, but I would never act on such things. Loyalty is something I value above anything else, and you’ve all had mine since I started falling for all of you.”
“You’ve had ours since before you came to us,” Seonghwa voices the thought on all of their minds.
You turn to face him, a soft upturn to your lips. “I know. That’s why I don’t get jealous. I mean, I usually don’t, anyways, but you don’t think I’ve realized that you all probably have your own little fan clubs of demons pining for your affection?” You chuckle, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Just because I have interests, doesn’t mean I’m going to up and leave you all at the drop of a hat.”
They remain silent for the moment.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go change, and then I’m going to come back and spend the day either binging anime or music videos because it’s been a while since I’ve done either.” You say, already moving towards the door. “You’re all welcome to join me-“ at the way Wooyoung’s eyes gleam, you’re quick to add, “not while I’m changing.” Your narrowed eyes zero in on the way his pout is immediately back on his face. “As I was saying,” you continue, “you’re all welcome to join me when I get back. I would be more than happy to finally share some of my favourite things with you.”
Before you give any of them a chance to respond, you’ve left the room.
Not even fifteen minutes later you walk back into the cinema room to see all eight of them sitting in different spots, seemingly waiting patiently for your return. You smile, a fact which immediately brightens the room.
“I’m glad you all stayed,” you say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words as you make your way back over to the one couch to sit between Jongho and Yeosang, much to the other’s disappointment.
“We are always happy to learn more about you, Dearest,” Yeosang replies as he watches you sit beside him.
“Then, I think it’s time to show you all of my favourite songs,” you grin, already cuing up the next video on screen. “Warning: not all of them are happy.”
“We would love that,” Yunho smiles at you from across the room.
“Good,” you return the look, “because my favourite songs reveal more about me than I ever could.”
Little do you realize how each male straightens the slightest bit at your words. The significance and meaning of you opening yourself up in such a way washes over each and every one of them, hearts swelling in their chests. Attentively, they watch the screen.
For the next two and a half hours, you show them your favourite songs and music videos. Sure, a few of them, like Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Hongjoong all still get jealous when you praise certain people on screen, but you notice it’s nowhere near as bad as it was before. Looks like your words truly did reassure them more than you’ll ever know.
“You seem to have a thing for dancers,” Yunho quirks a brow at you from across the way, and you notice how Wooyoung perks up immediately.
“Do I?” You hum knowingly. “I thought I mentioned how I appreciate good dancing before.”
“Once or twice,” Mingi grins, shooting a look towards San, whom then both turn towards Wooyoung in the next moment.
“I’d be more than happy to dance for you sometime, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung meets your gaze, and you notice how he rests his head on his one arm as he turns his whole body to look at you from across the room.
“I’d love that,” you smile back, and instantly Wooyoung can feel his heart absolutely pounding in his chest.
Just then, your phone pings, and you notice it’s a message from Reina. Only, when you open it, your eyes nearly bug right out of your head. That is, until the corner of your lips are quirking upwards.
Subtly, you shift your phone to show Yeosang the picture that is now displayed on your screen, seeing as you’ve taken the liberty to lean against him as more time had passed.
His reaction is immediate, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his throat as his whole body tenses beneath you. His grip around your waist tightens ever so slightly, and you don’t even need to look at him to know that his eyes are glued to your screen.
Fucking hell, she’s trying to kill me. With each second that passes by, Yeosang finds it harder and harder to control himself around you, his gaze still never leaving your phone.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho glancing towards you with a curious gleam in his own. So, of course, you turn your phone to show him now, too.
This time, his reaction is instantly verbalized as a low curse escapes his lips.
All heads turn to look at you. You quirk a brow, a knowing smirk pulling at your lips.
“Here,” you shift slightly, choosing your next target carefully, “catch.”
In an instant, you’ve tossed your phone at San, noticing how both Yunho and Wooyoung surround him on either side. Wooyoung’s eyes nearly bug right out of his head as he sees the photo onscreen, practically snatching the phone from San’s grip as he stares at the picture presented to him.
“What? What’s going on?” Mingi, oh so innocently, asks, sitting forward in his spot.
“See for yourself,” Yunho clears his throat, snatching the phone from an overly eager Wooyoung who whines as soon as the picture disappears from sight.
You notice San still sits frozen in his spot, hand still in front of his body as if he’s still holding onto your phone. You giggle.
I think the correct term is she’s trying to kill us. Mingi has to stop himself from physically panting once he sees the image appear onscreen in front of himself.
If one of you don’t tell us what’s going on right now- Hongjoong begins before being cut off by Mingi in the next second.
See for yourself, Mingi tosses your phone at his Captain, who catches it with ease.
Again, his reaction is immediate. Hongjoong’s breathing deepens, and you notice his eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness as he glances up at you. Even the eldest fairs no better, a low growl escaping his lips as he leans over to see what his brothers have had the pleasure of observing before him. No wonder they’re all reacting this way.
There, shining on the phone’s screen rests your figure, posing for the camera in the most intricate corset they’ve ever seen in their lives. The way a sultry grin pulls at your painted lips only adds to the image, captivating them at every glance.
“You can swipe right, you know,” you chuckle.
“There’s more?” Seonghwa practically moans out, grip deadly on the cushion beneath his hand.
Your nod is all the confirmation they need.
Instantly, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung are all on their feet, practically stumbling over each other as they race to see the other photos in the set. Jongho and Yunho are more subtle about it, but you can tell there’s an eagerness to their steps as they surround the two eldest still sitting on the couch. Hongjoong still holds your phone in his hand, grip trembling the slightest bit as he begins to swipe through the photos onscreen.
Turning your head slightly, you notice how Yeosang hasn’t moved a single inch yet. You can tell how badly he wants to go look, though, for his entire body is the most ridged its ever been beneath your touch.
Catching his eye, you simply quirk a brow at him, shifting your weight so he can move. Instantly, he’s stood from the couch, shoving his way through his brothers to see the images on your phone.
“Now, who are the one’s drooling?” You chuckle once more, shifting yourself so that you’re laying on your side on the couch.
“My Love, you cannot blame us,” Hongjoong meets your gaze, his eyes flashing black for the briefest of moments.
“I never said I did,” you grin, supporting your head in your one hand as you prop yourself up by your elbow. “Gives me a huge confidence boost knowing I can affect you all in such a way.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Mingi breathes out, both him and Jongho looking towards you out of the corner of their eyes.
“We’ve never-“ Seonghwa clears his throat. “We’ve never seen you like this before.”
“And you’re the only ones that have,” you reply, a devious grin to your lips. “Well, other than Reina, of course. She’s the one that took the photos.”
“You mean…?” Yeosang turns to look at you next.
“I’ve never shown those photos to anybody,” you confirm with a slight nod to your head. “Granted, I almost forgot they existed until she sent them to me again just now.”
“How…?” Wooyoung trails off, glancing between you and your phone, as if he cannot decide where he wants to keep his gaze. He swallows thickly.
“She dragged my ass to a renaissance fair, demanded we try on corsets, and then begged me to take photos for her portfolio,” you explain. At the questioning looks they continue to send you, you chuckle once more. “Reina is a photographer.”
“You mean there’s more photos of you like this?” San sounds a little too eager as he says this.
“Perhaps,” you smirk.
“Where?” Hongjoong’s eyes are near wild as he shifts his gaze to yours once more. “When?”
“Woah,” you giggle, and it does nothing to help the way each male feels in this very moment, “you’re all acting like I showed you my nudes or something.”
“You have nudes?” Mingi’s mouth goes dry, lips parting as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment.
Your eyes widen dramatically, raising your one hand in front of you in your defence as they all turn to look at you eagerly. “No, I do not have nudes. Don’t go snooping through my phone trying to find them, either. You will be severely disappointed.”
The way their shoulders all visibly seem to droop has your eyebrows raising even further.
“I show you several photos of me in a corset and you all decide to start asking for nudes,” you tut teasingly. “And here I thought I was the needy one.”
“You know,” Yunho clears his throat, “if you need any help sorting out those needs, we are more than happy to assist you.”
If your eyes go any wider, and you think that your eyeballs will fall right out of your head.
Then, a teasing grin is pulling at your lips as you quirk a brow. “All of you?”
“All of us.” San replies, breathlessly.
“At the same time?”
An air of stillness settles over all of them as you watch them stiffen.
“At the same time.” Seonghwa confirms, voice barely above a whisper as he meets your gaze.
“So, you would be okay with that?” You inquire, nothing but curiosity reflected in your tone. “If I wanted more than one of you at a time?”
“If that is what you so desire,” Hongjoong confirms, chest rising and falling dramatically as he meets your gaze. “As long as it was us, and only us."
“We only want to please you, Dearest,” Yeosang breathes, voice low and airy.
You nod, the corner of your lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “So, if I said only one of you could touch me while the others watched, you’d all be okay with that?”
Eight low growls reach your ears as their eyes flash.
“If that is what you wanted, Baby, we’d be more than happy to oblige,” San’s voice is but a low drawl on his lips, nothing but desire shining within his eyes as he trails his gaze over your figure laying on the couch. Of course, he’s hoping that he’ll be the only one able to touch you right now while the others watch, if that’s truly what you’re implying is about to happen.
“Seeing you experiencing pleasure would be enough for any one of us, as long as we got to experience it with you.” Seonghwa breathes, eyes locked on your figure as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.
You cannot help it, your breath hitches in your throat, and you find yourself immediately sitting up. Crossing your legs over one another, you take the time to meet each one of their gazes, seeing nothing but sincerity and desire for you shining within their orbs. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat.
“Whatever you want,” Mingi rumbles out.
“Whenever you need it,” Yunho adds, just as lowly.
Cautiously, Wooyoung takes a small step towards you. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them as he trails his gaze shamelessly over your body, locking in on the way your legs shift subconsciously the closer he gets to you.
“Please, won’t you let us experience you like this, Angel?” His voice is low, desperate as he comes to stand directly in front of your sitting form on the couch. Slowly, he begins to lower himself onto his knees in front of you, shaking hands reaching out to place them gently on your crossed legs. “I promise we’ll make this worth your while.”
“All we want is to please you,” San’s chest heaves with every breath he takes, dark eyes watching your every movement carefully.
“Say the word, Darling,” Jongho cannot tear his eyes away from yours as he slowly begins stalking towards you. “Say the word, and we’ll do everything in our power to please you.”
You lips part the slightest as you find yourself uncrossing your legs. The whole time, Wooyoung’s hands never leave your body, fingers subtly pressing into the skin of your lower thighs as his palms rest over your knees. His chest rises and falls dramatically as he can hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, along with the way your scent spikes with arousal. His eyes flash once more, and he knows for a fact that he isn’t the only one this affected by you right now.
“Please,” the word is a near whimper on his lips as he looks up into your eyes, “won’t you let us?”
You blink, swallowing thickly as you are surrounded by their lustful stares. You cannot deny the way your entire body heats beneath their gazes, a fire lighting in your veins as they continue to stare at you with nothing but desire in their eyes. This is just as intense for them right now as it is for you, and you cannot help the way need courses through you.
“Okay,” your response is but a whisper on your lips as you stand to your feet.
Collectively, their breaths all catch in their throat as they watch you shift your hand to undo the button on the front of your jeans.
“You mean…?” Seonghwa’s mouth goes dry, eyes flashing as he watches you meet his gaze.
“Yes,” you confirm, your own eyes flashing. “Two of you may touch me while the others watch.”
Wooyoung’s grip on you tightens, and he can feel his whole body tense. None of his brothers have to hear his thoughts to know that he’s just daring them to try and move him from his spot kneeling before you right now.
“Who-“ Wooyoung can barely get the words out to ask you which two of them you want to touch you. His whole body begins to tremble at the thought of being so close to you, yet you choosing someone else.
The grin that pulls onto your features says it all, “whoever else can get to me first.”
The way their gazes all flash black is instantaneous, growls resonating throughout the room as they spare glances at each other out of the corner of their eyes. You have half a mind to quirk a brow at them all until you feel a warmth standing at your back, pressing himself further into you as his arms wrap around your waist.
You notice Wooyoung smirk.
“Like hell I’m letting you have all the fun,” Jongho’s voice is low, right beside your ear as he leans into you. “If we do something you don’t like, you let us know right away, Darling.”
Your heart warms as a soft smile paints your features, “I will.”
Jongho’s hands begin to toy with the hem of your shirt as you feel Wooyoung slide his own up your thighs. Slowly, the elder of the two begins to drag the zipper of your jeans down, eyes locked on your own and searching for any signs of hesitance or discomfort. He finds none.
“May we?” Wooyoung’s voice is low, and you can feel the way his fingers shake against your skin as he barely hooks the tips beneath the waistline of your jeans.
Six pairs of eager eyes watch you closely from around the room, each male settling into a spot where they can see you clearly. They will savour this moment for eternity, for as long as you will allow them to indulge.
“You may,” you confirm. However, your hand on top of Jongho’s pauses his movements of stripping you of your shirt. “But, my shirt stays on. I’m not being the only one naked in a room full of eight men. Sorry boys, that’s one power dynamic I do not like.”
“As you wish, My Queen,” Jongho’s voice is low, nothing but a drawl on his lips as he releases the material of your shirt from his grip.
“Whatever makes you most comfortable, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles softly at you from across the room, and you notice all of them staring at you with such fond looks in their eyes.
“We are just happy to be sharing such a moment with you,” Yunho says, lips parting as he watches Wooyoung drag the material of your jeans down your legs.
“Our Queen,” San’s voice rumbles out, eyes flashing as he trails his gaze over your body.
Eight pleased growls reach your ears, causing a shiver to run up your spine. A fact of which both males holding onto you feel, making them smirk.
Jongho’s hands settle on your waist, thumbs gently stroking over your skin as Wooyoung helps you step out of your jeans. In the next moment, he hooks his fingers through the waistline of your panties, eyes shining as he meets your gaze once more. As soon as he sees you give him a nod of confirmation, he slowly begins to drag the offending material down your legs.
Again, a shiver caresses your spine at the feeling of his fingers trailing over your skin.
The full scent of your arousal begins to fill the room, echoed only by the low growls you can hear as they all take a deep breath. You can practically feel Jongho’s chest humming against your back as he pulls you the slightest bit closer into him for the moment.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Darling,” Jongho begins to nip at the skin of your ear, his voice but a low rumble. Several growls of agreement echo throughout the room. “Makes me desperate for a taste.”
The way your breath hitches is music to all of their ears.
“You’re not the only desperate one here, brother,” Seonghwa practically growls at the youngest, dark eyes trained in on the apex of your thighs.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yunho smirk, licking his lips knowingly.
“What I wouldn’t give for a taste right now,” San pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he clings onto the couch he’s sitting on for dear life.
Never would you have expected the effect of feeling all of their hungry gazes on you like this. The desire alone you can see swimming beneath the blackness of their eyes sets your heart racing, feeling yourself clench around nothing the more comments that keep slipping passed their lips.
Glancing down once more, you see Wooyoung bring your panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply as a low groan escapes his lips. His whole body shudders as his eyes flash open, instantly captivating you at the darkness swirling within.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “just as perfect as I remember.”
You cannot deny the way your stomach twists in pleasure.
Slowly, you reach a hand out to cup the side of Wooyoung’s face in your palm, noticing how he immediately leans into your touch. You smirk.
“How about we let someone else enjoy these for now, hmm?” You hum, shifting your grip slightly to snatch your panties out of his one hand.
As soon as you right yourself, you see six pairs of eyes locked intently on your figure. Stepping out of the two youngest’s hold, you begin walking towards one male in particular who straightens in his seat.
Hongjoong can feel his heart absolutely pounding beneath his chest as you come to stand in front of him with those hooded eyes of yours. He swallows thickly, watching you with dark eyes of his own as you gracefully drop your panties into his lap.
You flick a brow at him teasingly, that damned smirk pulling at your lips as you drawl out an, “enjoy, Captain.”
Hongjoong has half the mind to pull you into his lap right this very second, and claim you in front of the others like he’s always desired. Oh, so badly does he want to grab you by the hips, and kiss you until you’re breathless, pleasing you until he is the only thing on your mind.
Alas, Hongjoong is a patient man, and he is more than content with this turn of events. Besides, he knows that when the time finally comes where he can finally make you his in every meaning of the way, it will be that much more sweeter.
Reaching down, he’s quick to grasp your panties in his one hand, feeling the jealous stares of his brothers on him as he shamelessly raises the material to his nose and inhales deeply.
A shuddering moan escapes him as your scent fully surrounds him, his fingers tightening subtly on the material in his hand. Hongjoong can feel his already semi-hard cock twitching beneath his slacks, dark eyes locked on your figure as you situate yourself between the two youngest once more.
As soon as Jongho’s hands are back on your waist, you feel him pulling you down onto the couch behind you. His chin rests on your shoulder, back pressed against his chest as he holds you in his lap. He smirks, hearing you let out a small gasp as you feel his hard cock pressing against your ass.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung shift the slightest bit forward.
In the next second, Wooyoung’s hands are back on your knees, his thumb gently stroking over your exposed skin. You notice how your legs seem to be hooked around Jongho’s for the moment, and you have to swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel them both beginning to spread you open for all to see.
The feeling of Wooyoung’s hands running up your inner thighs has another shiver caressing your spine, lips parting in a silent moan. The way Jongho’s thighs tense beneath you has you practically keening against him as you look down to see Wooyoung staring, completely transfixed, at your weeping entrance.
“Fuck, what a pretty pussy you have, Angel,” Wooyoung moans, fingers pressing that much firmer into your skin as he spreads you even further apart.
You cannot help the way you clench at his words, hearing several other low moans echo throughout the room.
“So fucking beautiful,” Mingi growls out, chest rising and falling dramatically with each breath he takes.
“So fucking perfect,” Yeosang groans, eyes fluttering shut as he absolutely revels in this moment right here, right now, with you.
“And all ours,” San practically snarls, eyes flashing black along with all of his brothers’.
“Our Queen,” Hongjoong’s voice is but a low growl as he continues gripping onto your panties for dear life, black eyes locked on the way your dripping entrance clenches around nothing once more.
An unabashed moan tumbles from your lips as your eyes flutter closed, leaning your head back to rest against Jongho’s shoulder.
“My Kings,” your voice is breathless as you practically whimper out those two simple words, but the effect is still immediate.
Eight pleased snarls fill your ears, hearing their breathing all deepen in the next moment. You even feel Jongho twitch beneath you, a fact which makes you smile.
This is everything they could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that you trust them enough to indulge in such fantasies with them, that you are allowing them to even see you in such a state, means more to them than you’ll ever know.
“Fucking hell, she looks so good like this,” Mingi pants, his whole body visibly shaking. “All spread out for us to see.”
“Look at her,” Seonghwa moans, fingers digging harshly into the couch beneath him as he attempts to maintain some form of control over his body for the time being. “She’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even touched her yet.”
“Just how wet is she?” Hongjoong asks the question on all of their minds, gaze focussing in on that pretty pussy of yours on full display for every single one of them.
Wooyoung meets your gaze for the briefest of moments, noting how you nod ever so subtly as he leans even further into you. As soon as he has your consent, he’s shifting his one hand, running a tender thumb over your dripping entrance and feeling just how wet you are.
Shamelessly, a moan tumbles from his lips, eyes fluttering shut as his hands begin to shake. The way your own chest rises and falls dramatically does nothing to help any of them right now.
“She’s soaked,” Wooyoung groans, eyes flashing once more as they settle on your weeping entrance.
“Pretty Baby,” San hums, drawing your attention to him to see him practically devouring you already with his eyes. “Are you enjoying this as much as we are right now?”
“Yes,” your answer is immediate, nothing more than a moan on your lips.
They all groan in response, and you feel Jongho twitch once again beneath you.
“Tell us, Petal,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, low and seductive, as he draws your attention to him next. “Have you thought about this before? Have you fantasized about one of us touching you? About one of us pleasing you while the others watched?”
Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow thickly. “Yes.”
Eight pleased snarls sound around the room.
Wooyoung licks his lips, inhaling your scent deeply once more as he slowly begins to lean into you. His hands shamelessly trail up your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there as his eyes dart to your own briefly.
“Then, let me make all your dreams come true, Angel.” The warmth of his breath ghosts along the skin of your entrance, causing your whole body to tremble in anticipation. Yet still, he waits for your nod of confirmation.
The feeling of Jongho trailing his hands up your sides and beneath the material of your shirt makes it increasingly harder to think. Still, you manage to nod your head, a breathless ‘please’ falling from your lips in the next second.
The word has barely finished falling from your lips when Wooyoung’s are on you, tongue darting out to finally taste you after so long of simply fantasizing about it. At the same time, Jongho takes this opportunity to cup your breasts over your bra, giving them an appreciative squeeze.
Your reaction is immediate. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan escapes your parted lips, head being tossed back onto Jongho’s shoulder. Your one hand instantly moves to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair, fingers tugging at his roots as he lets out an appreciative groan.
The second swipe of his tongue between your folds is synonymous with the way Jongho practically tears your bra off of you, tossing it somewhere in the room in the next moment. Your protest practically dies in your throat as you feel Wooyoung beginning to suck your clit into his mouth at the same time Jongho’s hands return to your breasts, kneading the tender flesh beneath his grip. In the next moment, his fingers move to pinch at your hardening nipples, eliciting another of the sweetest moans from your lips as he rolls them between his thumb and forefinger.
Your breathing comes in jagged pants, a low curse escaping you in the next moment as you feel Wooyoung laving his mouth over your entire pussy. He pulls you closer, moaning shamelessly into you as his eyes flutter shut.
“Is she as sweet as she looks?” Seonghwa licks his lips, eyes darting between the way Wooyoung devours your dripping entrance, and every beautiful expression you’re giving them right now.
“Sweeter,” Wooyoung moans, feeling you clench around his tongue in response.
“Fuck- look at you,” Jongho groans lowly in your ear, his teeth finding purchase on the skin of your neck in the next second. “Look at you getting lost in the pleasure only we can provide for you.”
Another whimper escapes your lips, fingers tightening their hold in Wooyoung’s hair as you pull him closer into you. A fact which he is more than happy to oblige.
“So fucking beautiful, Starlight,” Mingi growls out once more.
“No idea what you do to us,” Hongjoong snarls, gaze never leaving your figure for one second as he indulges in this moment right alongside his brothers.
“Our perfect Queen,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, low and sultry as you just manage to meet his gaze.
Wooyoung moans against you, feeling you clench once more around his tongue at his brother’s words. Greedily, he continues to lave his mouth over your wet cunt, tongue delving between your folds before coming up to flick at your clit. He can feel your sweet nectar flooding his every sense, absolutely loving the way you begin to drip down his chin as he sucks your clit into his mouth yet again. This is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more.
Nothing could have prepared them for the next word that falls from your lips.
“Yours.”
The eight snarls that greet your ears are unlike anything you’ve ever heard before.
“I don’t think I will ever grow tired of hearing you say that, Petal,” Yunho groans, his entire body visibly shaking as he continues to watch your face contort in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck- Wooyoung-“ your breath hitches as you toss your head back, thighs twitching slightly as both your hands now bury themselves in his hair. “Just like that.”
A pride unlike any other fills his chest as his eyes flash black, a pleased rumble reverberating against your core as he feels you pull him in closer. Wooyoung has to see you fall apart because of him. He just has to. So, he does what he does best. He pulls you even closer, redoubling his efforts as his tongue delves between your folds once more.
You find you can barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure thrumming through your veins drowning you in an ecstasy unlike anything you’ve felt before. The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.
So, you decide to remind them.
“My Kings,” your voice is low, airy as you can feel your release building within you. You know you have their complete and utter attention as that coil continues to tighten within your lower abdomen, seconds away from snapping. “You’re mine.”
The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel your release washing over you like a wave upon the shore. Your eyes squeeze shut, a loud whine escaping you as your whole body trembles within both Jongho’s and Wooyoung’s hold.
The grip you have on Wooyoung’s hair is deadly as he continues to ride you through your high, tongue greedily devouring every last drop you have to offer him of your sweet nectar. Even Jongho finds it difficult to catch his breath, chest rising and falling right alongside your own as he gently strokes his hands over your sides for the moment.
All that can be heard throughout the room is the sound of heavy breathing and your muted whimpers as Wooyoung laves his tongue lazily over your folds.
Slowly, Jongho begins to trail his lips over the side of your neck, placing tender kisses against your skin and muttering subtle praises into your ear.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “So perfect.”
“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung hums, slowly trailing kisses over the skin of your inner thighs as he helps to calm you further, grounding you back to reality with every press of his lips against you. “For me.”
“Our Queen,” Seonghwa hums, looking towards you through hooded eyes. “Thank you, for letting us indulge,”
You smile faintly, still attempting to catch your breath as you are more than content to rest in Jongho’s arms for the moment.
“I didn’t realize that would be so intense,” you manage to get out, resting your one hand over your stomach. Briefly, you spare a glance around the room as a heat blooms on your cheeks. “Did you all, uh-“ you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you feel all eight pairs of eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to continue. “Did you all enjoy it?”
You can feel the way Jongho smiles against your skin as you see the others all glancing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes.
“More than you’ll ever know, My Love,” Hongjoong is the one who answers, speaking the thoughts on all of their minds. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, some of us need to change.”
Your lips part in mild shock, heart fluttering in your chest as you realize the implications behind his words. Now that you think about it, you do feel a small wet patch against your ass right where you had previously felt the press of Jongho’s hard cock.
“Oh,” you giggle, and again, the sound is like music to their ears.
In the blink of an eye, all of them except for both Wooyoung and Jongho disappear from your sight.
“Are you okay, Darling?” Jongho keeps his voice low as he leans into your ear for the nth time this afternoon.
“We didn’t push you too far, too fast, did we?” Nothing but concern is reflected in Wooyoung’s eyes as he lovingly runs his hand over the skin of your one thigh.
“Not at all,” you shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “I rather enjoyed that.”
The brilliant smile that paints Wooyoung’s features sets your heart racing in your chest. A look you’re sure is mirrored on Jongho’s face as he tightens his arms around your waist, hugging you to him as he buried his nose into the side of your neck.
“Next time, don’t tear my bra, though,” you poke Jongho’s one thigh, feeling the way he chuckles beneath you as he slowly closes your legs.
“I can just buy you a new one, Darling,” his voice playfully rumbles out.
“Or I can just make one for you,” Seonghwa reappears instantly, drawing your attention across the room. “I have quite a few ideas after today, anyways.”
“Let me guess,” you grin knowingly, “there’s a corset in there somewhere, isn’t there?”
“Guilty,” he chuckles, just as Mingi appears with a glass of water held in his hand for you.
Taking the glass, you thank him lightly. “Then, there better be one for each of you in that order of yours.”
Immediately, all of their eyes are on you.
“What?” You grin. “I’m not wearing one unless all of you wear one. Make them matching for all I care, but I’m serious about absolutely loving men in corsets.”
You notice all of them swallowing thickly.
“But of course,” Seonghwa breathes, just as the rest of his brothers reappear in the room.
“Anything for you, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles as he hands you a fresh pair of pants and underwear.
“Hehe,” you giggle as you take the clothes from Yeosang’s outstretched hands, “yay!”
A moment of silence settles over the nine of you as you move off of Jongho to slip your fresh pair of panties on.
“Oh, so you don’t want these back?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, your other pair held in his one hand.
You meet his gaze, blinking a few times at him in response. That is, until a devious grin is tugging onto your lips. “I told you to enjoy, didn’t I?”
The way you quirk a brow knowingly at him has him disappearing instantly, hiding your panties somewhere safe in his room before he reappears in the next second.
“No fair!” San whines just as both Wooyoung and Jongho reappear in the room with a fresh set of clothes on. “I want a pair, too.”
A laugh escapes you just as you slip your new pants on, noticing how he’s not the only one who wears a large pout on his face.
“Oh, relax, will you,” you tut teasingly at Mingi, San, and Wooyoung. “I have more panties, you know.”
At your words, all three of them instantly perk up, and you notice Jongho attempting not to look too eager out of the corner of your eyes. You laugh once more as you sit back on the couch, muttering about your damn horny Kings all the while. A fact which makes pleased growls build in their chests yet again.
“Speaking of, you all really do owe a lot to Reina,” you chuckle. “How many times now has she instigated something between us without knowing?”
“So, she’s a photographer, huh?” San inquires, a grin tugging at his lips.
“How many more shoots have you done for her portfolio?” Yeosang asks, oh, so innocently.
“What other types of pictures has she taken of you?” Mingi inquires, an eager look shining in his eyes.
You quirk a brow, noticing how they all stare at you intently.
“Where’s my phone?” You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’ll just get her to send me all of the photos when she has a chance.”
Instantly, Hongjoong has your phone in his hand, tossing it to you in the next second. A moment later, and you’ve sent the message off to Reina, telling her to send you all of your past photoshoots with her when she gets a chance.
The excitement you can feel radiating off of them alone has a smile tugging at your features.
“Now, we wait,” you hum, tucking your phone beneath your one thigh as you lean back on the couch.
“Well, hopefully she doesn’t call you crying about WayV again,” Wooyoung jokes, plopping down on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“She might,” you tease back, a playful quirk to your brow as you lean into him.
Little do you see the brilliant smile that takes over his features as you do so.
“You mentioned something about her ex making her cry?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he recalls your words from earlier.
Immediately, your expression is darkening. “That good for nothing bastard cheated on her. Twice. And then, had the audacity to both blame her for it, and then beg for her back in the next breath.”
“He still contacts her?” Seonghwa’s brow furrows in confusion.
“Sometimes, he tries to,” you reply. “But then he is, oh, so kindly reminded about what I would do to him if I ever saw his face again.”
“More of those delightful violent thoughts of yours, My Love?” Hongjoong grins, knowingly.
“The bloodiest,” you smile, not so innocently back. Then, more to yourself, “serves him right after what he did to her.”
At the few looks you see them sending you, you let out a small sigh.
“I have no sympathy for people like that. People who fall under the categories of the three worst things I believe you could do to another person.” You explain.
“Which are?” Yunho inquires.
“Cheating, for one.” You begin, holding up your finger in the air for emphasis. Then, you’re raising another finger as you list the second, “any form of sexual assault, or rape. I absolutely despise people who feel entitled to another person in any way, shape, or form.”
They nod, waiting patiently for you to continue.
“And the third thing?” Yeosang voices softly, swallowing the sudden dryness in his throat.
You meet his gaze, “making someone believe you have feelings for them, or are in love with them when you couldn’t care less about them.”
A silence settles over the room as the eight males all share a worried glance. They can tell from your body language alone that something happened which made you believe this. Something bad.
“Not even murder?” San jokes, attempting to lighten the mood.
You grin, “nope. Different circumstances. Sometimes, it’s in self defence. I would never despise someone for killing their abuser, or their rapist. Though, on the scale of things, it’d be close fourth, but again, depends on the circumstances.”
“Literally, you could not be more perfect,” Wooyoung sighs dreamily as he rests against your side.
“That being said,” you add, and you notice how you have all of their attention on you once again. You just want to know something, and your curiosity is getting the better of you for the moment. “If I ever wanted you guys to kill someone for me-“
“Done.” Hongjoong replies, a little too eagerly.
“Say the word, and its yours,” Seonghwa breathes.
“Woah,” you raise your hands as much as you can while being held by Wooyoung. “I was just curious, is all.”
“You know we would do anything for you,” Yeosang reminds you. “That includes disposing of or protecting anyone you tell us to.”
You blink, clearly caught off guard for the moment. “Duly noted.”
San takes this opportunity to sit on your opposite side, sliding his arm around your waist where Wooyoung’s hold is scarce.
“Whatever you want, whenever you need it,” he whispers lowly into your ear, successfully causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” You reach over and pat his knee, a smile tugging at your features all the while as you shift your attention back to the screen in front of you “Now, if you don’t mind, a certain red-haired emperor of the sea is calling my name.”
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Hey <3 Can you please do a first kiss with NCT dream imagine? Think it would be cute.
𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²¹: 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦
genre: fluff
trigger warnings: suggestive
a/n: bro I actually had this idea, didn't do it because I figured a lot of writers would've done it before. anyways, hope this is it.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞
he has been thinking about you non stop, like 24/7, 365 days. thinking about how it felt to hold you close, how it felt to have you around him, how it felt to wake up next to you, how it felt to touch those soft pink lips of your's. he's taking about it with johnny, jaehyun and everyone in existence around him, because as much as he'd love to have you romantically, he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two shared.
after much pushing from nct dream, 127 and everyone he had ever consulted, he finally decides to do it.
"uh..I have something to tell you. Can I play a song for you?"
has all the chords, and everything prepared cause it's do or die. you'd shut your eyes, enjoying his sweet voice and the music, until all the noise suddenly stops. you open your eyes then, looking at him who had his fingers crossed. you tilt your head to the side, confused but also finding all this adorable asf.
"Can I umm...kiss you, please?"
he'd be so respectful about it. when you nod, he's leaning in pressing his lips against your's. the first few seconds would be awkward. your lips would be just stuck together, no movement whatsoever, and then you move your lips softly against his, he replicates your gesture cupping your cheeks.
first kiss with him feels like the sky during sunset, fierce yet calm. it's reassuring, so much that you could entrust your all to him. he treats you like a doll, a delicate one at that, making sure everything and anything he does doesn't make you uncomfy.
such a cutie.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞
boy wouldn't even think about kissing you, cause in his mind you were his and he was your's. but when his members bring the question up, he's suddenly wondering. ways to ask you out and that.
you two would be sitting on the couch, watching a random Disney film that you paid little to no attention to. your legs would be all tangled up, the close proximity increasing your heart rate but none of you would say anything. when it was time for you to leave, he would hear all the words his members have ever said to him replay in his head.
would take you by surprise by grabbing your face, and pressing his lips against your's. you'd yelp softly, using your hands around his waist to stabilise yourself. and you kiss, successfully.
renjun didn't want to admit to himself but that was the best feeling ever. he hated himself for missing out on feeling your lips for so long, just because he was a delusional shit.
"that was great!". smiling from ear to ear- both of you equally. he'd lead you back inside, and after that there is a mandatory sleep over with smooches, pecks and kisses floating in the air.
first kiss with him feels like fireworks exploding inside your soul. he would pour all the love he had prepared all this time into your first kiss, giving you more to cherish and less to ask in return.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞
there was always a bit of sexual tension between you two. even if you didn't acknowledge it as such, it was still floating around everytime you were close to each other. it was very bothersome to the rest of the dreamies, which is why they came up with a plan to lock you two in a room.
it would be really awkward at first, both of you standing on the opposite sides of the room, not knowing what to do. you'd take the initiative to ask them to open the door, but of course they would never listen would they.
meanwhile, he is contemplating his options. what would be the worst thing to happen right now, if he were to kiss you? he'd go over his options over and over, again and again before deciding to go for it. if it went wrong, he'd loose you, but he knows it's worth trying.
because you were calling for help outside, your front is against the door, your voice screaming. he'd turn you around pressing your back against the door. taking your cheeks in his, he'd lean in. realising what was happening you'd close your eyes ready for his soft lips on your's.
"Uh..I like you, would you like to be my girlfriend?"
first kiss with him, is rough, passionate because he has to give you everything he held himself back from all this time. it's the feeling of never getting enough and wanting more.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞
playful banter. that's all that would be happening between you guys. flirting is a must, haechan was an open flirt, and you were able to match his energy as equally. you two would be seated in the comfort of your couch, the sounds of thunder roaring outside.
playing some game together, facing each other. it would all be a playful banter. "the looser has to kiss the winner", he would propose. you'd look at him weirdly. "How would that benefit the winner?", you question. he shurgs setting everything up.
taking him up on his challenge, you begin playing. the game would continue on for about an hour or so, you'd grow increasingly frustrated ready to loose the game. and you do. he'd look at you smirking, puckering his lips up like a little shit.
rolling your eyes with a small blush on your face, you use to hands to support yourself and connect your lips together. you'd be damned to think it was that easy with him, he's moving away, looking away doing everything to playfully avoid your lips. done with him, you'd grab his chin, and finally connect your lips together.
"you cannot resist me, can you? now do that again"
first kiss with him is playful, childish, it's like revisiting your days in school, crushing on someone so hard that when you finally kiss him, it all feels worth it.
my favourite idiot.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞
mutual pinning would be a must with you two. it's so painfully obvious you two like each other, but no one was confident enough to make a move. well, you two act like a couple even if you weren't so, in the end its all the same to you to.
he'd be cooking in the kitchen, you sitting on the counter watching him work his magic. you know he's making the move when he's eyeing you the whole time, subtly to see how your mood has been, just in case it doesn't turn bitter.
would slip up in between your legs (not in a dirty way ;)) anyways, would hold the sides of your thighs, leaning in, even though he wants to slam his lips onto your's, desperately craving your intimate affection, he'd still be respectful enough.
his lips would hover over your's, words of permission leaving him. "Can I?". you'd nod shyly, stealing your eyes away from his. he'd chuckle against your lips (SO HOT BRO STOP), holding your chin and kissing you.
he's slow with it. loves the way your lips taste like your watermelon chapstick. you're arms around around his neck, pulling him closer, literally wanting him inside your skin.
"You taste addicting, my love"
first kiss with him is comforting. like rushing back to find comfort in the arms of the person you love the most. would treat you like a princess, the one that deserves everything in this world.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞
with him, it's different. you almost like him as much as you almost dislike him. it's more of a hate love dynamic between you two. so when you were making food for him after loosing a bet, you'd find yourself irritated by how much he's talking and making fun of you.
strings of words, and chuckles and laughs leave him the whole time, so much that you swore to god you'd to anything to shut his ass up. that's when the idea of actually shutting him up for good striked you out. why can't you kiss him? you were sure to yourself, you liked him a little atleast when he's not being annoying and that.
walking to him, who was seated on one of the kitchen islands, you held his chin, and pressed your lips against his- definetly shutting him up for good, or maybe even breaking his brain in the process because it takes him a whole lot of 5 seconds to respond to the kiss and kiss you back.
a blushing mess later, because he didn't just see you win against him. would be stuttering the whole time cause bro he's just taken aback, flustered every thing that would express surprise.
"That's so unfair"
first kiss with him would be cotton candy, the tastes of your chapsticks mixed together, creating something special only you two would be able to cherish long.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞
you two had started dating a few months ago, but both of you were very shy to initiate any sort of skinship, you were kids in the world of relationship after all. it would be a very normal day, both of you sprawled across the floor playing video games together.
fighting to beat each other. he enjoyed being around you, you bought calm into his always noisy heart. because he was about to loose he'd come up with a plan to snatch your controller away from you, and hold it high in the air.
of course, you had to get it back and win otherwise what was the point of existing really. you'd stretch your hands out, reaching to hold the controller or even touch it, but it was him, with his long hands he pushed it the farthest he can.
before you realised, through your fighting, you were on one of his thighs. embarrassed, you were about to get off and leave the room but he held you back by holding your wrist. taking in the fact that he was leaning closer, you closes your eyes and waited for him to connect your lips.
"I was waiting months to do that"
first kiss with him is patience. the need to have each other close all the time, it's the love he had stored for you pouring out after long.
©️FULLSUNISED.
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heyyy i love your work sm i'm so happy to see someone pushing the sub nct agenda 🙏 i was wondering if you can please write an imagine where mark and reader are in a kinda new relationship and have sex together for the first time, and mark opens up saying that he's actually a virgin and reader helps him out thank youu!!!
Hey anon , Thank you so much for enjoying my work! I gotchu you with the mark request. I kinda got carried away .... so it's pretty long. I hope you don't mind but just incase I colored the part where everything really starts in red. I also incorporated a little birthday aspect cause I was late for his birthday. Happy Birthday Mark lee and I hope you enjoy anon ❤️
It was a warm night in the city. You and your boyfriend of 5 months had just celebrated his 24th birthday at a fancy restaurant. The night was filled with jokes , observing the people around you and heartfelt conversations. The night was still young. You two headed back to your apartment to end the night off.
“Did you see the look on that guys face when the waiter took his girlfriend’s order ? It was priceless.” Says mark. He’s slightly giggling while kicking his dress shoes off at the front door. His smile so genuine, being in your presence made him feel unexplainable joy. He felt as though he found someone that finally saw him for who he really was.
“No, I bet it must’ve reeked of jealousy though” Your voice dripping of smooth honey. Tone enveloping him like a warm hug. You take off your jacket hanging it by the rack near the front door. Making your way through the cozy apartment you pose an idea to him. “How about I light a couple candles and pour us a glass a wine. How does that sound ?” You say while bending down to take off your heels. Looking up at Mark, you can see he likes that idea very much. His innocent eyes light up and his smile grows larger.
“Yea I’d like that.” His smile could be heard from the tone of his voice.
“Yea?” You playfully question before moving closer to him. You lean into his ear to whisper
“Why don’t you go take a seat on the couch. I’ll meet you there” When you move away you can see his chest rising and falling quickly. You chuckle silently to yourself before heading off to the kitchen.
Grabbing two wine glasses and a bottle of rich wed wine , you head back to the living room. You find Mark admiring the collection of vinyl records you had hanging on the walls.
“See something you like.” You ask , interrupting his day dreaming. Setting down the glasses and bottle of wine on the modern glass table. Picking up the matchbook , you start lighting the candles around the living room.
“Actually , yea I do. That Stevie Wonder album you have up there is one of my favorites. Brings back so many memories.” Thoughtful smile lighting his face as he answers your question.
There’s a quick beat of silence. All that can be heard is the sounds of a lit up city at night and the crackling of the candles.
“Good memories I hope ?” You say while finally taking a seat on the soft cushion of the couch. You pop open a bottle and begin to pour.
“Yea , of course.” He responds. Eyes fixated on the way you gracefully pour wine into the two glasses. Random thoughts start to race his mind. How were you able to open that bottle so smoothly? How did you know when the glasses were evenly filled? How did you collect all of these vintage albums? How was your home so cozy? How were you so perfect?
“You make music right Mark? I assume you’re passionate about it.” Questioning him , trying to get him to open up about what he’s devoted to. You take a sip of wine waiting for him to answer you.
Taking him out of his slight trance , he starts speaking. “Um yea actually, I love to compose music. Rapping is just something that always stuck to me. Rap got me through a few tough times.” He pauses. Staring down at his hand , twisting the ring that wraps around his index finger. He starts again “I— uh… Gosh I sound like a loser right now don’t I?” He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.
“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t restrict yourself from saying what’s on your mind. I’m always here to listen.” You say with genuine concern and care lacing through your voice.
He stares into your eyes like the galaxy lies behind them. He nods hesitantly before he starts to speak again , nervousness coursing through his voice.
“I mean — it’s just that I’ve never really been able to get this far without someone telling me that I’m wasting my life on music. I really love it you know.. I don’t know where I’d be without it honestly. Everything about rap draws me in. The cadency , the tone , the message.” He continues to ramble about his passion for music.
Something about him discussing music so passionately turns you on. The fact that he can be so devoted to something despite the backlash he receives from the people he loves the most just displays his strong will. You stare at him in complete admiration as he continues to speak. Head resting on your hand that’s propped up by the couch.
He starts to notice that you stopped responding to him. In worry he turns his head to face you but is instantly flustered when he does so. There you are staring at him with such a dreamy expression. He doesn’t say anything , just stares back. Letting the air between you two envelope you both and transfer you to another world where it’s only him and you.
You stare at his luscious lips. Trailing from his bottom lip up to his puppy like eyes. Before you realize it you're leaning in. Finally kissing him like your life depends on it. Things start of slow and sensual. Almost like you two were breathing life into each other’s bodies. Then it starts to progress. Your hands run through his blonde hair. Gripping him at the nape Somehow trying to breathe him into your entire being.
You try to take things further by straddling him. Hands running down his white button up before they reach the zipper of his slacks. You can feel him hardening underneath you. You get to unzip his pants while still keeping lips connected. A sudden resistance makes you pause your ministrations. Mark pulls back from the intense kiss , gasping for air.
“W-wait , I-i’m a virgin. I’m sorry I know I should’ve said this before you started grinding on me b-but it just felt really good and I got caught up and I’m so stupid for forgetting to tel-“
Before he can finish his nervous mumbling you move off of his lap. Regaining your breath you turn to him. Grabbing his face with both of your hands. His cheeks getting squeezed between your hands.
“Mark I need you to tell me right now if this is something you want. If it isn’t we can stop right here, I won’t be upset or disappointed.” You say while firmly staring into his big brown eyes.
“I-i want this. I really really want this. I’m just scared , what i-if it isn’t good. What if I don’t make you feel good?” He says with wandering eyes.
“Mark look at me, this isn’t about me. It’s about you. It’ll feel good regardless if I finish or not just because I’m doing this with you.”
His eyes trail to your’s. Finally locking in , he gives you a nod.
“Okay, we’re really doing this aren’t we.” You pause.
“Let me go grab a condom from my room. I’ll be right back” You say while attempting to get up. Mark’s hand gripping your wrist prevents you from doing so.
“W-wait. I have one in my pants pocket. Just for emergency y’know”
You chuckle in pure adornment. “The man that you are Mark Lee.”
Situating yourself back on the couch you reach for the condom in his pocket. Pulling it out and placing it on the table. You turn back to Mark who’s breathing erratically. Completely stiff.
“Just breathe Mark. I’ve got you, I would never do anything that would put you in harm.”
Reassuring him. He doesn’t verbally respond but instead nods his head. Trying to take deep breaths.
“Is it okay if I pull this off ?” You ask referring to his pants and underwear.
“Y-yea that’s okay.” Responding , still breathing heavily but not as bad as before.
With that you get off the couch to kneel. Grabbing his pants and underwear at the hem. You tap his thigh so he can lift himself and in one motion you pull off both of the pieces of clothing. They slightly get stuck at his feet but with a little tug they come right off.
You look up in awe at the sight before you. Your boyfriends beautiful cock sitting against his abdomen. Hardened and red , pre-cum leaking from the mushroom tip.
His breathing begins to pick up again. Before it goes back to it’s uncontrolled pace you grip the base of his cock. His breathing comes to a halt. You look up at him to see that his mouth is slightly open , Eye’s fixated on your hand.
“Don’t forget to breathe markie. Just relax, I got you.” You say before you begin working on him.
You start by placing a soft kiss to his tip. That alone has his abs contracting. You move on by wrapping your mouth around his entire mushroom like head, sucking at it softly. Trying carefully to not overwhelm him. You can hear a small whimper coming from him , almost like a hurt puppy. How cute.
You continue to suck at his tip , showing it a good amount of love before you let up. You stare up at him , his mouth now hanging open. Face scrunched in a pained expression. You decide to maintain eye contact with him.
Spitting on your hand you place It back at the base. Before making further movements you go back to sucking the head while continuing to maintain eye contact with him. His chests starts to heave. Eyes closing slightly , head lolling back against the couch before picking it back up to continue watching you.
You start moving your hand up and down his shaft slowly while sucking on his tip. The movements making his thighs shake slightly. You decide to speed things up , moving your hand faster , twisting it in circular motions when you get to the base. He fails to keep his head up. Mouth now wide open. His neck is more accentuated from the stretch. You can see his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
“F—fuck , f-fucking hell.” His words are slurred , like he’s drunk off of pleasure.
You can tell that he’s close. You decide to let up. Stopping your movements. He picks up his head , staring at you in desperation. Before he can speak up you interrupt him.
“Can’t have you finishing before we get to the main part.”
Grabbing the condom you rip it open with your teeth. You stretch it open slightly and then lean down to slide it down his erect cock. He flinches bit from the sensitivity. You then stand up and slide your panties down under your dress. You can feel the wetness spreading over your lips. The slide should be easy.
You walk over to Mark , straddling him on the couch. You hook your finger under his chin forcing him to look at you.
“Don’t forget to breathe. If it’s too much we can stop anytime.”
He nods. Nd before he can think anymore you start to slide down on his cock.
An overwhelming surge of safeness and security takes over him. You wrap around him like a hug that’s never-ending. It feels like his entire soul is being sucked in by the warmness of your walls. His mouth is agape. His breathing has came to a complete halt. His eye lids flutter and a single tear falls onto his soft cheek.
You finally bottom out. You sit still for a minute , giving yourself time to adjust and him time to calm down. His chest starts to heave again. You lean in to steal a kiss , while he’s distracted you start to slowly move up and down. His mouth opens mid-kiss. Gasping for air, letting out breathy moans.
You move your head back so you can stare into his eyes. The sight alone makes you melt into a million pieces. He stares up at you like a lost puppy , eyes sparkling with lust and desire. His cheek shining from the light of the moon reflecting on his singular tear.
“I—I, uhhh fuck. I t-think I’m g-gonna, shit” He tries to get out a complete sentence but your movements prevent him from forming proper words. You know what he’s trying to say though
“It’s okay baby boy. Let it all go, all you have to do for me is sit there and enjoy it.” With that you start to pick up the pace. You lean in ,resting your chin in the crook of his neck. Your hands wrap around his neck , running through the hair at the nape.
Mark’s body is completely boneless underneath you. His arms can’t even reach to grab you for support. His body has completely surrendered itself to you.
You can hear him get silent. His body starts arching off the couch. Thighs flexing , abs contracting. It sounds like he’s choking on his air. The build up so intense that his ears start ringing and his vision goes blurry. Just as fast as the world builds itself, it comes crashing down. His body starts jerking violently as you can feel warm semen start to fill up the condom. You start to slow down your movements , trying your best to ride out his high. Your arms still wrapped around his neck. Your breathing pattern clashing with his , irregular and untimed.
Silence and the sounds of heavy breathing fills the room. You don’t move though , the bubble you two have created is so warm and cozy that you fear that any movement will burst it. But that bubble only lasts so long before the words of the boy underneath you pop it.
“I-i love you. T-thank you so much” He says in a shaky voice, almost like he’s crying. In fact he is crying , not from pain though. From pure happiness.
And before anything else can be said you respond.
“I love you too. Happy Birthday Mark.”
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last eden - i . | lmh
part i, ii, iii
only one thing has ever mattered to you, in this lifetime, and in all others : mark lee — even if he doesn't know yet, and even if he may never remember.
pairing: mark x reader
verse: canon/idol!verse, soulmates trope
rating: T
warnings: none, possibly some mild language, like... one very tame mention of making love ig
word count: 4.3k
A/N: yeah i have a lot of these fics that i'm repurposing that i desperately want to post so i can continue them so please look the other way at my random over enthusiasm i beg !! my only long-standing mark fic is actually gorgeous, and while we do love a good raunchy piece, i love mark way too much to keep it to just that. this was my first ever fic on my old blog, and i'm quite attached to the idea despite the fact that it's actually very difficult for me to write. i changed the name because i actually love this song by maktub (anything he puts out is gold to me), which i think generally fits the vibe of the story, so give it a listen if you're interested! so i hope you all enjoy this idol!verse soulmates fic! (help a gal out by reblogging, liking, and leaving a few kind words if you're so inclined!)
“This isn’t really your best idea.”
You know this. You’re fully aware of the possible and endless risks as well as the minimal benefits. But you have to go. The thing that Heehyeon, your roommate, doesn’t fully understand is that this could be your one and only shot, and it could mean life or death. And you know that sounds pretty dramatic, but it really is. you don’t really have all the details (when, where, how, the important stuff) but that doesn’t matter to you right now.
What really matters is that today is NCT’s comeback stage at M! Countdown, and you have to be there.
Unfortunately, this isn’t one of those things you have to go to because your a die-hard fan and you just have to support the group and do all those fan chants and lie to your mom about going to the library when you’re really staying over outside a company building for hours just to wave those silly, expensive light sticks that look like they came out of the factory a bit funny. Sure, NCT’s music was nice (enough), but that isn’t really the reason why you told your mom not to come over this weekend because you would be out on a company team building retreat (as if they actually do that). More than anything, you knew you had to take this chance to see him.
When you don’t respond, Heehyeon presses on with a firmer tone, as if she’s determined to convince you even though you both know nothing is really going to stop you at this point.
“Listen to me, _____________. You are going to a tightly-packed music show with at least a hundred other fans, and you are going to stand in the middle of that dense crowd and — and what? Stare up at him. That’s it. He’s not going to see you; that stage is so high up he’ll probably only catch a look at your forehead, and that’s if you make it up front. And since we both know you’re neither the tallest nor the luckiest person in the world, you know the odds are against you. You’re probably going to get pushed to the back, or stampeded, and it’s going to be messy, and you’re going to push, and they’re going to push you back, and your make-up is going to fall apart, or whatever. Is this really worth it?”
“I told you,” you try to sound patient, but the idea of being buffeted away from the stage by a large wave of sweaty bodies causes more discomfort than you had originally anticipated thanks to her colorful and supremely unhelpful description. “If being near the stage doesn’t work out, I’ll wait out back, near the exit, and —“
“Oh yeah, and ambush him. Because you’ll be the only one there, and because that’s totally safe.” She drops the slightly (well, pretty) judgmental tone when she sees your bottom lip quiver. “I’m not… I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to reach out to him. But this doesn’t sound like the best way, _____________. Security is so tight there, and NCT’s security is even more wary. Even if you do manage to get close, what in the world are you going to say?”
“I— I’ll figure it out once I’m there.” You purse your lips; surely I love you; we’re meant to be together wouldn’t be that hard on your end, but the more important question is: did it sound sane? You didn’t express this doubt, though. Doing so would give your roommate more ammunition to turn back at you; you’d play it by ear when you actually got around to making eye contact with him (if that ever happened at all). And — well, maybe you wouldn’t have to say anything. Maybe, just maybe, this time, he’d remember you.
At that thought, you feel an initial wave of laughter, closely followed by a second, much more painful wave of nausea. Of all the absurd things you could think of, that was probably the most ridiculous.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she recapitulates, shaking her head. “You know what they do to people who stalk idols and say they’re really going to get married to them, or whatever. You know what they’d call you.”
“But I’m not crazy like that,” you argue.
“I know that, but they don’t know anything about you! You’d be labeled a sasaeng. They’ll probably think you’re one of those girls that sneak into their dorms and sniff their underwear before selling them on the dark side of Taobao through a weird Chinese proxy or something.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You ball your fists at your side, feeling a little betrayed. Heehyeon, of all people, should be able to understand why you had to do this, even if it was ludicrous. She had remembered you, reached out to you before you could even place her. She’d heard your story, understood that you had been waiting years for this moment, even stopped you on other occasions when you were about to do the same thing you were planning now, saying it wasn’t the right time. “I don’t have any other way of contacting him. I don’t even know if this is going to work, but you know I have to try, and I feel like this is the right time. I have to see him. I have to — I have to be with him. I don’t need your blessing to go, you know.”
There’s a palpable tension hanging over you now, and Heehyeon’s expression has gone mostly unreadable, save for that twinge of worry still present in her gaze. The soft sound of regular, heavy exhales punctuate every few seconds that pass, and you realize a little later that it’s your breathing, which has turned a bit heavy from the energy spent sort-of yelling at your roommate.
“I know that,” she finally sighs. “I know that, _____________. I just wish you used a different way. Like, a safer, less crazy one.”
“I would use one if there were one.” You frown. “I’m not going to do anything stupid, like attack him. I would never do that.”
She doesn’t say much anymore, opting to watch you instead as you stuff a few more essential things in your bag. A hat. A fan. a bottle of water. Heehyeon had tried to coerce you to buy one of those cheering kits with those slogans, but you didn’t want to waste your money on it, and, truthfully, you didn’t want his name hanging on your walls like some sick reminder in case he rejected you.
“What did you tell your manager?” She asks in a clear attempt to lighten the mood.
“I told her I was sick. You know she never really asks as long as I find someone to substitute for me,” you sling your bag over your shoulder, standing straighter. “How do I look?”
“Pretty damn healthy,” she notes. “But also kind of crazy.”
“I’ll see you tonight, Heehyeon,” you roll your eyes as you make your way out of the room. Before you close the door, she makes one last quick remark.
“Not if I see you on the evening news first!”
You have to take two buses to get to Sangamsan-ro. Even though the traffic is generally mild, the buses make too many stops and wait too long for old ladies with their fruit baskets and newspapers to get on. The wait is making you anxious, and you think about getting an orange to abate your growing hunger, but you’re also so nervous that you’re sure you’re going to spew it all out onto the bus floor anyway. So, you content yourself with listening to music and fiddling with your fingers in your lap.
All you have in your phone is NCT’s music. The files were so large that you’d had to delete everything else you used to listen to and a handful of pictures too (mostly selfies that would have never seen the light of day, anyway) just to get them to fit. You used to only listen to the Korean versions, but you’d found all these little nuances in how Mark raps his lines depending on the language, so you’d started listening to the English and Japanese releases too, even though you can’t understand a lick of anything but ‘baby.’ Most of the time, you skip over to the relevant (see: Mark-filled) parts, already having memorized their timestamps to a kind of sick degree.
It was kind of dumb, and sort of selfish, but you had never really identified yourself as an NCT fan anyway. If you had been an active part of the groups following, people would have probably called you an akgae. You were really only concerned with one member, and it was that member’s voice that filled your ears when you’d plugged your earbuds in and put the volume up.
The first time you’d seen him was in your last year of college. One of your college friends had asked you to accompany them to a Nature Republic outlet downtown. Despite your general lack of interest in make-up at that point in time, you’d gone because she’d promised to buy you a corndog. What you’d gotten instead was a large standee of a handsome guy smiling at you and holding out a pot of aloe vera gel.
You knew his eyes. Even though his features changed a million times in your memory, you could never mistake his eyes for anyone else’s — soft, warm, brown eyes that you’d stared into for truly an eternity. His were eyes you could never forget, were never allowed to forget. You could remember the millions of times they’d smiled up at you in those past lives you were haunted with, twinkled with mischief and laughter in your presence, borne deep into yours on hot summer nights as you made love. Of all the uncertain things in all of the lives you remembered living, these eyes acted as your anchor.
You’d almost forgotten you were there with a friend until she’d called out to you, telling you to step inside the shop. Trying to sound disinterested despite the fact that your heart was pounding, you asked who the guy in the standee was. Mark, she’d called him. Mark of NCT. He was an idol, a rapper in one of those up and coming groups that was starting to gain a lot of attention within the general public because of their ‘cool, chic concepts.’ At that information, your heart had fallen into a pool of acid in your stomach.
Other times were hard, but not this hard. Most of the factors that had kept you or torn you apart were much larger in scale — war, famine, other natural disasters. This, out of all the other times, seemed to be the most difficult; he wasn’t an ordinary man anymore, but a god among men — a god you couldn’t be allowed to approach. You had ditched your friend the moment she’d gotten her change back at the counter, citing a sudden time of the month as the root cause, and dashed out and back to school, sparing only one last glance at the standee.
You’d been waiting for him for years, carefully looking for any sign of him in the people around you, but you had grown tired and had come to believe that maybe, in this life, you had been set free — that he didn’t exist, and the curse would be over. However, as you pored over each and every teaser, music video, advertisement, and blurry, noise-heavy radio interview you could find even a sliver of his face in, you realized that the curse had come back, and in a much larger force than you could ever imagine.
You’d stared at your desk for the longest time that day; the sun had dipped out of sight already when you’d sighed yourself out of your trance. It had never been this difficult. Having the Memory was mostly the worst thing ever, but its usual perk was that you could pick him out a little easier, and he was never too far away — nobody you ever knew in your first life ever was. They just kept coming up again and again, running around in little circles throughout time and space, and you recognized them in a way you’ve come to grow familiar with. It’s a tug, sort of like a tickle in your stomach, and you knew then that he was close by. The signal only stopped when you found him, and it usually wasn’t that hard. From there, you were responsible for weaving the same kind of story — one in which you would fall in love, be happy for a period of time, and then… well.
Heehyeon has the Memory, too. She’d remembered you from a previous life, too, and picked you out of a packed line at a coffee shop, striking up one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever had the displeasure of being a part of because she hadn’t been sure if you remembered her. It was only when she mentioned that you seemed like someone she could be good friends with and that you also seemed like you just happened to like your coffee black with two sugars did you realize that her sudden onslaught of friendliness was a sign she might be like you: unable to forget. She’d actually once asked you if you’d tried just letting him go, and you’d responded with a resolute no. At this point, it was too hard to call him a lost cause, even if he really seemed it. How could you stop loving someone you know you’ve loved for millennia?
He’s extremely handsome in this life, you’ve noted. Girls were falling all over him, which only made things ten times harder. A couple of years back, some rumors of him dating a labelmate had come up. Heehyeon had talked you through that long night of you clutching tissues in a fist and sobbing about how you didn’t want this anymore, how it was never fair, how every single time you had to find him was just growing more and more difficult until it seemed to reach an impossible arc. But, mostly, you’d cried because you hated the possibility — probably the confirmation — that he didn’t remember you at all.
You didn’t really expect him to, but you always hoped. Every life, you would approach him, and he would be a clean slate. It was a tiring process, one you wished you weren’t constantly responsible for. Some days, you resented him; how could he live his life carefree, without even the notion that you two were meant to be together? Most days, though, you just longed for him. Him, and a happy ending.
You let out a sigh as the track changes. His voice greets you again; over time, you’ve noticed it sounding even cooler, more impactful. He’s doing well for himself. And here you are, attempting to make yourself stand out in a pool of fans he probably can’t even see clearly. Nice.
You get to listen to about half of the newly released album before you realize you’re nearing your stop. Sidestepping a couple of baskets of oranges, you make it to the door and dash out. Heehyeon had drawn you a crude map to CJ E&M, and you’d been skeptical of it at first, but you realize now you would have gotten lost and missed the stage long before you got there if you had gone in blind. You’d make sure to thank her when you got back. If you did actually come back in one piece.
Heehyeon also hadn’t been joking; the line outside looks like it would fill a whole section of Jamsil. You’d heard of the dedication of some of these fans, but you’d never seen it like this, nor had you ever actually been a part of it. Kids were really up at three in the morning in support of NCT. Many of them are probably here specifically in support of Mark, you think. Sure enough, the people you line up behind are holding holographic slogans with the print “Mark-yah!” You swallow hard, trying not to regret your decision not to partake in that.
It feels like hours before you get even close to the door of the building. The chatter has died down a little, but not by much; even with less people ahead of you, the noise pollution increases in tandem with the excitement in the atmosphere. You’re not excited, though. You’re sick to your stomach, wishing you hadn’t come alone and wondering if you were going to regret this. Probably. Luckily, a couple of teenagers behind you strike up a casual conversation starting with “ah, it’s getting more humid now,” and you take turns complaining about what the weather would probably be like later on in the day before you start talking about NCT. They’re both Jaehyun fans, and you think about whether or not you remember meeting him in a past life. Nothing really rings a bell.
When you tell them you’re here for Mark, they giggle.
“We know,” they chime. “You’re wearing blue.”
“It’s his favorite color,” you say, a little defensively.
“Everyone knows that. Everyone here wearing that ocean blue is a Mark fan. Didn’t he say so once?” They dissolve into laughter again, but you say nothing. Maybe he had said that recently. Then again, his favorite color has always been blue — the color of the sky and the sea he seems to love so much.
The line grows shorter and shorter, and your ankles feel like they’re starting to swell. You’ve been standing for a good two hours now, and you regret not having bought one of those NCT membership cards that get you up to the front of the line. It’s really no surprise that you, the two Jaehyun fans, and the others in the line behind you are all squished in the back, just like Heehyeon had said you would be. It takes a good twenty minutes before the lights dim down and the stage lights start up, and you hear the buzz that increases in volume right before it becomes a collective deafening shriek from the crowd. The light sticks go up, and you’re momentarily blinded by the large stars that blink NCT in some weird logo form before you get your bearings again. By that time, the members have begun trooping onto the stage in a single file, and you forget your swollen ankles as you tiptoe and crane your head for a better view.
He’s there, your mind screams. He’s right there. You’ve got a whole crowd in front of you, but he’s right there.
The Jaehyun fans are losing their mind too; he’s talking, asking them how they found the album and encouraging them to keep supporting it. Typical idol stuff, you assume, but the fans go wild in an attempt to reassure him that they will. They all speak in a line, and you note Mark will be last. When the mic is handed over to him, the fans start screaming again. You feel like you want to yell as well, except you’re not sure if you’ll say something actually coherent that other people will hear. Instead, you tiptoe a little higher, fixing your pretty bad eyesight on his face and perking your ears up.
“You’re all here so early,” he starts. “How long have you been waiting for us?”
A flurry of numbers fly across the room. He smiles in this genuinely affectionate way even though his eyes can’t focus on a single person in the dark, and your heart stutters at the sight.
“Do your mothers know you’re here?” He’s teasing now. “You can’t tell them that NCT is the reason you’re not sleeping well, you know. Everyone, make sure that you eat breakfast and rest well before school today, okay?”
While the crowd screams in response, you let out a little whimper. It’s a weak, pathetic sound, but it essentially sums up how you feel, seeing him like this from so far away.
The pre-recording starts, but you barely catch anything. You’re too small for this kind of life, and you get so tired of tiptoeing that you actually do try to push your way through the crowd. Of course, this is fruitless, and you end up squatting by the back wall of the room, sipping on your water conservatively and listening to the Jaehyun fans do the chant religiously.
NCT performs the song two more times before they’re saying their goodbyes. You muster up the energy to stand again and make a beeline for the exit before everyone else can smash their way through. The sun is almost up now; beads of sweat form on the nape of your neck as you round the building, trying to find the indicated spot that Heehyeon had marked as the back exit of CJ E&M. You worry about how you’re in the wrong place for about ten minutes until you see the two Jaehyun fans turning the corner quickly, obviously with the same goal as you: to catch NCT as they leave the building.
In no time, the fans have gathered at the spot again, and it seems like they’ve multiplied tenfold; the chants are louder and there are girls with gigantic cameras trying to shove you away from the spot. Security from the company camps out in front of you, their gazes shifting from the door to the crowd and back again.
People around you roar the moment the doorknob turns. Nine of them file out, now in regular clothing, surrounded by their own security. You feel a surge of force behind you, trying to push forward, and someone’s camera lens hits you hard in the side of the face. You barely have time to cry out in surprise, caught in what would have been a scream of pain, when you see him.
In the growing light, Mark looks like a king. No — like a god, actually. Everything on his face shines even when minimal sunlight strikes it; his teeth help, too, brightening his face as his mouth hangs open in an easy laugh. He’s talking to Doyoung and has to face him, his sharp jawline being the first thing anyone can see from that perspective, and it’s that angle that creates all these alarms in your head.
For some reason, you’ve blocked out the noise around you. Even the pain from the camera lens attack isn’t bothering you as much anymore; you feel like you’re in an aquarium, and all the screams are on the other side of the glass. Your vision tunnels; all you can see is him.
You’d promised Heehyeon you wouldn’t do anything stupid. Again and again, she’d asked you and drilled you and reminded you that you weren’t supposed to do anything that would get you into trouble. Even with those promises you’d made, she’d still doubted you. Later, when you’d tell her this story, she’d roll her eyes and yell I told you so!, because, well, she did tell you. And, when you’d look at it in retrospect, you’d see that you should have listened.
Right now, though, you’re walking. Somehow, the camera lens that had attacked you had turned its gaze onto much more important targets; the guard stationed in front of you grunted in pain and reflexively retracted his hand after the lens made contact with it. It wasn’t a long movement, but it was enough for you to be pushed forward by the crowd. Enough to get your feet moving.
Other fans had stopped trying to break through; though many were still hysterical, most were trying to take pictures of the members as they climbed into the van. One by one, they were disappearing before your eyes. No, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think that the noise behind you has gotten much louder. Not now. He hasn’t seen me yet. Not yet, please.
You don’t realize that your feet have picked up the pace, and you’ve broken into a short sprint before the building security could catch you. It’s too late; he can’t leave his post, and he only has to hope that NCT’s staff are well-equipped to fend off a running girl. They are, but they’re too busy helping the members that they’re caught unaware — just long enough for you to be within an arm’s reach of them.
Mark is almost in the van; he’s caught off-guard, too, and he doesn’t realize that something’s not right until you’re already there. Security grabs his arm and tries to tug him out of your reach and into the van at the same time that a strong hand grapples at the back of your shirt. Doyoung, who had been by Mark’s side, tries to use his arms to shield you from his friend when he realizes who you are targeting, yelling out something you can’t really understand.
It’s a ten-second long struggle of limbs in which you hear your own “Let go of me!” harmonize perfectly with Mark’s frantic “What the —?” Somehow, though, you’re able to fight through Doyoung’s arms and grip Mark’s wrist with a sweaty palm. The contact causes him to turn back reflexively, eyes wide in shock.
His eyes. God, please, won’t he recognize me? Your fingers close around his wrist a little more tightly. Your mouth is dry, and your throat is on fire. You’re wasting precious time. You only manage out a weak, “Please, Mark, it’s me,” before he’s twisting his wrist away. The arm that gripped your shirt moves to lock around your waist, and you’re hauled, empty-handed, away from the van. Awareness you’d lost slowly trickles back into you. The crowd isn’t screaming at the members now; they’re screaming at you. They’re angry. As you’re dragged away, you vaguely note that the Jaehyun fans you were with are fuming behind the security guards still keeping them in place.
The security guard that carried you off like a rag doll plants you in front of him, and he lets go of your waist but still keeps his grip tight around both your forearms, which have been twisted behind you. You have no choice but to watch from afar as the members drag Mark into the van, looks of concern etched across their faces. They ask him if he’s hurt, and he shakes his head. Right before the door closes, he quickly glances back at you. Your heart sinks for the second time today as you see something in his eyes you’d never seen before.
Fear. Mark is afraid of you.
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percy isn’t a fan of pools. they’re too still, too artificial . water is not meant to be contained. but he hasn’t been in one for years. and maybe it’s time to see if he’s better at keeping himself in control. at least this time there will be someone there to help him. keep him safe. at least this time, it’s on his own terms.
(I obviously still suck at summaries. 24 years old and I still don’t know how to say the right thing to make people understand what they’re about to read :/ anyway read percy getting into a pool for the first time in years while jason, his safety net, keeps a close and adoring eye on him)(I love them your honour)
(this fic is based off of a headcanon by @/shorlinesorrows. you can find a link to the headcanon and their profile in the beginning notes of this fic).
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holy hell and high waters please understand you are NOT hallucinating yes I AM actually posting something I knooowww even im shocked.
but @shorlinesorrows posted the most gorgeous headcanon about percy hating pools because they are too constricting and stagnant, unlike the ocean, and it made my brain buzz so good I had to do something with that.
and naturally, because I’m me and you guys know that, I made it a whole Moment for jase and pers. because when do I ever give up on the chance to make something about them? exactly never. also naturally, and because it’s me, this is not edited in anyway. if you see a mistake: make a wish! you know they come true MWAH!
anyway I hope you enjoy this, and please be sure to give that headcanon some love over on tumbles. it really is such a brilliant idea!
no content warnings for this one. it’s pretty tame since it’s more about percy than about any actual couple jercy type thing
but of course I have songs so please do check out these if you want a collection of music to listen to while reading this
marine turtle by nct u (title) (almost mandatory to listen to while reading. almost)
somebody by jungkook
leave by straykids
we are by the boyz
still monster by enyphen
wait by dino (because im so proud of him!)
okay i love you enjoy!!!!
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ok nana unsubtly kicked me in the ass about this and i realized they were mostly done anyways so here we go! only four months late!
best stylings 2023 - first half
runners' up
rising - triples
there are two good stages with funky athletic wear, but it wasn't enough to bump it up to the overall category. mcountdown 230216, the show 230221
abyss - woodz
didn't promote it which is a shame, but the variety in the costuming for the different versions of himself is well done and it's a beautifully shot bottle mv.
moody - superkind
you got a fake member you gotta make it spooky!!! he's not real that's inherently spooky!!! anyways this is what i wanted them to do right off the bat some i'm glad they finally got my psychic memo.
golden hour - mark
absolutely fucking crazy. fantastic imagery. i think i talked about it earlier in the year but it's such a stupid and hilarious idea to make a whole diss track mv about a several year old meme and then actually make it strange and weird art. obsessed with it still.
sos - kang daniel
i'm also including the wasteland music sequence here because holy shit when this dropped i lost my mind. i'm always surprised by what kang daniel does bc i can never predict it, which over the last few years i'm coming to enjoy. and i absolutely did not expect him to produce basically an entire wild west mad max movie with equal the production value???? literally how did he do this. how. and then everyone paid it dirt??? it's an amazing mv and one of my faves of the year, the only reason it's not bumped up categories is bc although the styling was actually one of the only times tactical gear has been thematically relevant to a cb, its been so overused that it has no punch anymore, which makes me sad bc the tactical gear was good! and a good choice! and i feel bad saying it has no punch bc it should have!
small talk - kim sungkyu
we love when sungkyu acknowledges that he's annoying and a loser. all these outfits were so losercore. i loved this deviation from form for him; he's normally king wailer supreme, but he does smooth upbeat rock very well and it's a nice contrast with the capital y yearning that's in the bsides. it's only here bc he didn't promote much and i'm mad at him for putting dancing in the mv and then not dancing in any of the stages. mcountdown 230629, music core 230708, inkigayo 230709
ay-yo - nct 127
this is just here for taeyong's urchin outfit. well i'm a bit of liar it is actually a really fun early 00s inspired mv, but we all know the urchin outfit stole the show.
stamp on it - got the beat
i will hear NO slander against got the beat in this house, this was a great mv i love hot women planning a heist.
tricky house - xikers
FANTASTIC debut. does a really great job of establishing a character for them as a group and it's got such unique flavour. kq has made great use of their ateez money and also the lessons that they learned with ateez. i'm excited to see where xikers goes in the future, and since i'm writing this section from the future i can say that i do like where they've gone with full confidence. the only reason it didn't make the top list is bc the styling is kinda average for this era of kpop.
best overall
rose blossom - h1 key
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i was aware of h1key before this but they hadn't really grabbed me, but damn this cb was so good. the mv is a nice mix of story and dance sections. plus a surreal section in the middle! and by virtue of being like the first cb of the year, they got the jump on this alt girl look that would be the dominating look for ggs this year. and i do think first did it best in this case, all the looks are smart with good group synergy and and a lot of creativity; when you do this type of alt-y punky style it's important that there's a diy element to it, which a lot of groups fail to grasp bc stylists are obsessed with luxury branding. h1key manages to avoid that mostly by being flops, but i'd like to believe its also bc their creative team cared about capturing the true spirit of the style.
stages: music bank 230106, mcountdown 230202, music bank 230203, mcountdown 230119, inkigayo 230108
tic tac - 8turn
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honestly i was kinda ready to not like these guys since mnh shat the bed with chungha, but then i remembered that the mnh creative team is very good at their jobs, so here we are. this is one of the few debuts/cbs this year where every single stage was a hit and it was very hard to narrow down to just a few for here; lots of good emphasis on shape and colour and accent pieces with repeated motifs, which was a big part of the fashion in the 00s that they are remixing here. very strong debut especially for so early in the year and i'm looking forward to more.
stages: show champion 230208, mcountdown 230202, music bank 230203, show champion 230222, music core 230211, mcountdown 230223, music core 230225, inkigayo 230226
bonus: this absolutely hysterical 4minute cover (they even got the name bucket hats! not in the stage, but they had them in photos)
sweet juice - purple kiss
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i'm not normally a fan of wes anderson or wes anderson inspired aesthetics because i find them too twee and perfect, but this wasn't too direct in it's inspirations and definitely had the spooky purki flavour. i really liked the uniformity of the costuming, both literally using uniform motifs and using the same fabrics; i really do miss the days when kpop costumes were design to actually be costumes with the group image in mind.
stages: mcountdown 230216, inkigayo 230219, music core 230225, music bank 230224, inkigayo 230226, music core 230304, inkigayo 230305
sour & sweet - bambam
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bambam again proving that he's one of the few idols that knows his shit in terms of interesting styling. also if anyone knows where he filmed the mv/performance vid please tell me i need to know bc its so beautiful.
stages: mcountdown 230330, music bank 230331, inkigayo 230402, music bank 230407, music core 230408, inkigayo 230409,
bsides: music bank 230331, inkigayo 230409,
macarena - blitzers
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i'm so so so glad blitzers got a bit more attention this year bc they deserve it and macarena was so good. perfect culmination of their goofy ass talents and the unusual creativity of their performance + creative directors. i'm even linking the mv teaser here bc its so goofy and offbeat and different. honestly i'd recommend watching as many of the stages as you can find bc they do different intros every time and it's very funny, but unfortunately tumblr has a link limit so i can't link them all.
stages: show champion 230426, music bank 230428, music core 230429, inkigayo 230430, inkigayo 230514, music core 230527
bouncy - ateez
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yea yea yea nobody is surprised so sue me. this was a crazy followup to halazia and proved that ateez can deftly switch between serious dramatic performance and comedic but no less dramatic. i'm very happy to see how much work has been going into the main ateez mvs in the last year because it has very clear and striking direction that fits both their performance style and their creative ambition, as well as their growth as a group. also yea i'm not immune to neon cowboy shit.
stages: inkigayo 230618, music bank 230616, the show 230620, mcountdown 230622, music bank 230623, mcountdown 230629, music core 230701, inkigayo 230702
kick it 4 now - tnx
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tnx had an absolutely banging 2023 and although kick it 4 now is has superior and more comprehensive production, love or die is also a very good cb, and both of them together have shown that they have a really good grasp on the genre of teen listlessness, from two different directions. kick it 4 now has been i think the most successful cb to actually capture the feel of first gen, and the creative team did a lot of extra work in order to pull that off. from all the graphic design to the goofy lil 90s style music show promos, to the styling, they had a clear goal and achieved it. i think it will be quite difficult for any other group to pull it off this thoroughly.
stages: music bank 230609 (the giant lyrics!!!), music core 230610, show champion 230614 (more giant lyrics!!), music core 230617, mcountdown 230622
shooting star + left right - xg
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we all already know that left right was my most listened song this year, but the fact that the mv was b movie sci fi star trek themed? it's like simon made everything about this specifically for me thank you. xg blew everyone out of the water this year on every front; music, styling, choreography, you name it. i said i wanted groups to commit to their bits and i got it. they were completely unafraid to actually commit to the y2k nostalgia AND to harajuku styling; a lot of groups have weakly pawed at it but always back away due to the fact that harajuku and y2k are not actually 'pretty' fashion trends, which leaves their attempts half assed with no real understanding of why and how those trends happened. xg came saw and conquered the current trend in a way that only a japanese gg can do. my only annoyance is that they tone down the stylings when they promote on music shows, and i know why they do it, so it's not an annoyance at them, it's an annoyance at everyone else.
stages: shooting star - mcountdown 230202, con-tour 230217, the show 230221, inkigayo 230212, inkigayo 230205, con-tour 230224
left right - the show 230228, show champion 230222
circle - onew
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absolute masterpiece. album of the year in every way. it's a profoundly beautiful unpacking of grief and the sadness that comes with acknowledging that things change, and the way that in that change life and humanity and story is eternal. a circle. the theatre imagery combined with the 60s style children's tv show use their similar but contrasting forms to illustrate the same point: something can be eternal and fleeting at the same time, and that heightens its value rather than diminishing it. the promo campaign was so thought out as well, i love the integration of the theatre imagery into the highlight medley and i highly recommend you watch it if you haven't. one of the best cbs from a solo artist in years.
stages: mcountdown 230309, music core 230311, music bank 230317, inkigayo 230319
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ignore the fact this was almost five months late even though i started writing in like. november. i'm busy ok. it's planting season and i have to send so much post. the choreos post is the next most finished so that will probably be out before the styling second half one.
#is there even anyone left who wants to read these lmao. i mean other than nana since she was creeping my 2022 styling posts#kinda miss the pandemic days when we were all stuck on the internet but also no i do not#i'm trimming down on how much i do for these posts also since i dont have time to sift through all my saved links#just know there's a lot of one offs etc that are sitting in a mega playlist on my youtube.#im just focussing on the ones that made the biggest impact with me bc there's just so much its actually kinda crazy#text#kpop styling#what else did i even tag these as i dont even remember its been so long#kpop analysis#end of year posts#best of 2023
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𝟳𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘂𝘀
nct dream ot7 x reader
1k words, assorted headcanons!
a/n: if i do not have the strength to write full fics, i will cheat 😌✨ to get my ideas out somehow 🤡
𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘: shy boy by day! slam poet by night! and secret muse!reader
The kid who sits in the middle rows of the literature lecture halls with cute, circle lenses and messy hair who always seems to sound smart when he interprets a text
He actually became a slam poet because of you when you read your poetry to the lecture hall one day for Spoken Word Friday; he totally didn't start doing it in hopes of improving and then impressing you or anything (definitely not)
But one day, your friend takes you to this speakeasy to listen to this "amazing poet", and you discover your quiet classmate Mark delivering these brilliant oral masterpieces
And Mark finds out you're in the audience and pretty much writes every piece for you from then on, eyes constantly searching for you in the dark audience
𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡: knight in shining armor! but make it modern! cinderella!reader
You're working as a bartender for easy cash at a music festival while your two rude and terrible step siblings rub it in your face how they get to party while you work (your stepmother would only sponsor their tickets while you were left to rot again)
You settle in for a boring night in the most deserted part of the festival venue when you meet him
Renjun's the mysterious festival goer with his two toned hair braided with beads, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen; you can imagine the smooth pick-up lines coming out of this man while he leans against the counter of your bar section
After asking for a drink, he decides to dare you to ditch your position and go enjoy the festival with him; surprise, surprise, you take him up on his offer
𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢: bad boy! secret admirer! secret book nerd!
The typical stone-faced bad boy who stalks through the school hallways with a sick blue undercut and his pretty, pink lips always split like his knuckles
Every week, there's a book sitting on your desk, wrapped messily in scraps of newspaper and a message scrawled on its surface
Sometimes it says things that encourage you, or tell you why he chose this book for you, or just a simple "for you :)" with a heart next to it
Little did you know that your adorable secret admirer was the boy you thought wouldn't ever give you a second glance, but in reality was full on whipped for you (yeah, Jeno discreetly watches you open your gifts from the opposite side of the classroom every time, and thrives in the fluttery feeling in his chest whenever he sees you get excited)
𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞: playboy who got played! (but can't get over you! the ex who outplayed him!)
Haechan's known around campus as a playboy and he's pretty much broken almost every girl's heart, including too many of your friends
You decide to take matters into your own hands and start dating Haechan with every intent to break his heart (the only problem is that you both fall in love w each other)
Instead of putting your mission off, you finish it and dump him, effectively getting your revenge, but at what cost? (You're mad at yourself, and Haechan can't decide if he blames himself or you bc he still loves you, but wants to be strong)
Now it's tense between the two of you, and after your friends figure out what really happened, they conspire to get you back together again
𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡: magical genie! archaeologist!reader forbidden romance!
So Jaemin's this centuries old genie who (is trapped) lives in a golden lamp waiting to serve his next master, whoever stumbled across his humble abode next
Turns out, you do find it, and he thinks he can predict exactly what you want, except he clearly doesn't understand you at all and you just surprise him every time you make a wish (you wish for things like a scholarship for your little sister, and for your mom's medical bills to magically be paid for)
But over time, as Jaemin practically becomes your companion, he grows a terrible, forbidden fondness for you and secretly wishes he could grant his own wishes to be with you
"Darling, don't say 'I wish' because I don't want you wasting wishes on things I would gladly give you for free"
𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘: you took his airpod and he thinks you did it on purpose! now you are enemies! much ado about nothing!au
Clearly, stealing one's airpod is not an intentional crime, especially when it's only one of the two and … well, it's been in his ear, for God's sakes
So imagine your surprise when you find out your phone is connecting to "Lele's Airpods" instead of your own; you definitely disinfected the airpod and cleaned your ear, but you have no clue who tf "Lele" is
But you do know a Zhong Chenle who practically storms down the school hallway accusing you of a crime you only accidentally committed, and after both angrily returning each other's earbuds, you become petty mortal enemies
But in reality, you're both terribly attracted to one another and it takes some meddling from your friends to finally make you open your eyes (wbk)
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚: cupid park!jisung demigod!au sunshine x grump trope! child of hephaestus!reader
Jisung's a pretty popular guy, not just because of his magnetic cuteness, but because of his affinity for making matches successfully as a son of Aphrodite (he's also super hot, but wbk)
You're a child of Hephaestus and you don't really see the hype of him really, but you respect Jisung as a person and as a fellow demigod so you don't exactly trash his matchmaking service
But then he'd challenged to find you a match, and suddenly, he's practically glued to your side all day and every day as he gets to know you in order to find you your perfect match
And he eventually realizes that maybe he's not putting so much effort into this for nothing, because why is his heart stuttering whenever he's near you and why is he always stalling on setting you up on dates now?
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don't know how to say this but I do agree jaemin just looks perfect.. And it was before I even started reading fics he kinda gave me manipulator vibes idk.. He has definitely used his looks and words in his favor at least once in his life ( I too would have done the same if in his place) they all try to maintain the perfect green flag image but we all know reality is by far from it... Anyways sorry for bringing practical stuff to a place where we are supposed to be in fiction
well yeah I don’t want to change anyones opinions or feelings on him or anyone else! at the end of the day they are idols doing their job and we are JUST fans!!! so it’s REALLY not that deep and I can’t tell you anything about that guy or my biases aside from what we see which is fact: he is a VERY beautiful man
like he’s the type that can walk into a room and make every woman go silent bc you have to stop and take in how gorgeous he is. there’s no way anyone can receive that type of attention and not have a bit🤏 of a complex, it is simply human nature. we should all know that if you stroke a mans ego too much…..he’ll rly run with that shit.
as an outsider who simply enjoys observing people, I think it’s safe and not overstepping to assume that he’s very confident and in return wants someone who matches up to his level. first of all… have you seen that head of hair on him? men with full thick hairlines have a different type of self assurance lmao(especially with how popular surgical hairlines have become in kpop🤐🤐🤐 and before anyone asks I’m not speaking on anyone in nct!!!)
do I think he’s a great person? WELL, NO! because I don’t think that about anyone that I do not know personally. I believe celebrities have proven time and time AND time again that we should not worship them nor put them on a pedestal because they will always disappoint.
this includes idols, just this week Hyuna for example… I don’t buy into the kpop image of perfection. I enjoy the music firstly and then look for a fav member from there bc we all want a fav🤷🏻♀️ but yeah I just dont think its that deep. I am a fic blog but maybe thats also why I dont have strong parasocial relationships with my fav idols, bc im actually cool with keeping it fictional, its way more fun this way imo.
I figure I wont be as heart broken or devastated if my favs ever get exposed for being terrible people(or y’know, just human💀 bc who in actuality is that perfect. absolutely no one.) cancel culture, its silly.
I meet awful people all the time, and if theyre good looking even worse. why are we so convinced that celebs who get praised and worshipped every hour of their lives and hold more money/power than most of us would be better than the average person??😅
ESPECIALLY a man! WHEN DID WE START TRUSTING MEN?😭😭
#asks#still we are allowed to live in a delulu fantasy regardless of opinions!!!!#THAT IS THE POINT OF FANGIRLING#and thats the fun part#but I fangirl like- ‘hes sooooo hot’#im what kpoppies call a hard stan and thank satan bc soft stans🤮🤮🤮#like I do not know these men beyond their looks cnsnnxndncjx pls
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looking back, my experience in this fandom was mostly based on shipping jikook, reading conspiracy theory blogs, and mostly watching their moments, all of that was first for me, and BTS as a whole was secondary. I could say that jikook always kept me in this fandom, and I was waiting for concerts or other content with their "moments". I think that bts' popularity is partly based on the shipping community, just the fact that I knew bts members from wattpad fanfics long long before I joined the fandom
Yeah, that's something that just happens in kpop. 70% of the kpop experience is the content that's not related to music. There are so many groups that would sell only a couple of thousands albums if they were as inactive as Jimin... but I wholeheartedly believe that they sell that much because of their "close relationship" to fans.
The more time passes, the more of these groups exist. I genuinely can't believe anyone listens to stray kidz or NCT and enjoys it😭 but that's another topic. I'm sorry if anyone reading is a fan, but I just can't. They don't really perform well on charts, but still loyal fans will buy millions of their albums just to "support" them, and collect pretty pictures. It's not really about the music, and almost everything is about the fans liking the idols as people or entertainers, more than musicians.
Part of BTS popularity is definitely thanks to ships, and to the "ot7" agenda. The same as it is for literally every other kpop group on earth. After BTS blew up after winning their first bbma social award, they doubled down on the "we're a family we're so close" stuff. I'm not saying it was fake, but it was also a tool. The way two famous people dating will mean pr moves for both of them in spite of how genuine their love might be, BTS started putting their relationship as a group on the forefront of what being BTS meant, and it was also a pr move.
Bighit made a survey for fans in late 2017.
It was a study market but most of the questions weren't about music. There were a couple that were something like "what do you like about BTS" and relationship between members was one of the options.
I don't know if you were around, but here's a link where you can see the questions, since I can't find screenshots of the survey itself.
A moment that stuck with me was in 2018 when news said that Jungkook had bought his own apartment. Before that, there had been news about Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung buying their own places. Silence from the company. But when JK bought trimage, bighit immediately issued an statement denying it. Even though Jungkook did have his own place there 😭 but him being the youngest was sort of the glue that was supposed to keep the family together. Half of BTS lore is how Jungkook was raised by all the other six members. He couldn't possibly be independent.
A lot of that obviously goes under the radar because BTS music is actually good, or at least they had some outstanding stuff.
The 2020 - 2022 period was particularly "worse" in that sense... All there was to be enjoy was ships, and the members interactions or their "relationship" with fans. The music was bad, no tour, no performances in general, and the behind the scenes content was lacking too. The whole "we didn't want to do solo songs we wanted to sing all together 🫶" they pulled for their last concerts.. it was all about the same narrative of "being together". The LA and Las Vegas concerts were a whole other level of fanservice.
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! "songs you actually listen to(?)" tag game !
rules: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, and post it! then, send this to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) < that is actually part of the rule i didn't make it up
tagged by: ilem aka @lovejoshua love how you tagged me but the tagging link doesn't work... it's very fortunate that i saw your post on my timeline
i'll do you all better... i'm doing 5 artists i'm currently listening to instead! and this will be full of tone indicators because people will get offended even by the minuscule things + because this is music i will freaking ramble so i'm sorry for the incoming long post
&team, specifically firework
this song is such a surprise for me and to be honest i hadn't even thought that hybe could make another good song for any other artists than newjeans /pretty srs. it has a bit of txt's thursday's child 80's vibe to it. it definitely makes much more sense than what the walmart twilight concept enhypen is doing /nm /criticism (believe me, i'm still stuck in the tamed-dashed era. also bring back the composer who makes given-taken pls /gen) i also want to give my two cents and say that i like the korean version better. i think this song was meant to be sung in korean before japanese imo
radiohead
what is 2023 lissie without radiohead? from creating and planning a 20-part anthology series based of their discography to buying my favorite albums of theirs on vinyl (which are the two albums that i plaster above), they've climbed up my ranks of favorite artists of all time. i choose jigsaw specifically because i rekindle my love of playing bass from that song and climbing up the walls because of the seonghwa fic i'm planning (it is exceptionally one of the most underappreciated songs in ok computer...)
billlie
they are the children of f(x) i'm telling you!!!!!!!!! just like how i consider the boyz as the children of exo and txt as the children of shinee. they are the siblings of 2016-2019 loona and gwsn. they are the product of sm ent's music prodigy sibling and i love them for that. they also are the junior of brown eyed girls, aka one of the most iconic kpop 2nd gen gg and the one that releases bops such as brave new world, kill bill, sign, and abracadabra! i love their discography so much and they have the potential to have one of the best kpop discographies in the industry alongside red velvet. i'll gatekeep them until the end along with onf because only people with taste can enjoy their songs /lh /gen aaaaaaaaaaa
triples aaa
the unit that could be if modhaus don't make such a strict rule because they disbanded for not having 100k album sold (womp womp) generation is such a high-quality debut track from a small company and dimension having their own versions within the subunits is a great concept. i mean, jaden jeong is the head of the 2016-2019 loona sound and i gotta have to appreciate him for picking good tracks man. their songs are also one of the bases of sound for my oc kpop group sound in @interactivemochi. also a discussion starter question: will modhaus actually be able to do the multi-unit many-member group that sm ent wanted with nct? i actually think they will because indie labels are more experimental than the big corporate ones (aka nct will be great with their infinite concept if they're committed and take those risks) just look at jaden jeong's print on onlyoneof and loona, they're pretty small but their fans are loyal af. yet, i'm merely just a casual listener of triples because they play around with nfts (and i am a biz student who doesn't like crypto and nft)
depeche mode and other new wave and 80s experimental musicians
when you have a gen z kid who likes older songs rather than new ones, they have to listen to new wave and synth-pop, specifically depeche mode. people usually associate them with post-punk along with talking heads, joy division, new order, kate bush etc and i can definitely agree. new wave is one of my favorite genres because of how experimental they are and it is exactly what depeche mode is doing + i love the resurgence of old brit bands like the shoegaze bands that includes slowdive, mbv, and siouxsie and the banshees
don't forget that this is meant to be 5 songs and i wanted to be extra because i can be extra *wink*
tagging: @ujunxverse (you could definitely do it on @/orochxi if you want), my fellow untag people from ilem's post @boba-beom @robin-obsessed, also others such as @dim-sun @tyunlatte @heart2beom @itz-yerin @txt-yaomi @talesofyuan @euphor1a + anyone who wanna join cuz i would love to hear new music :D
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Parings: Johnny x American!Y/N
Pronouns: She/Her
Genre: Fluff (Mostly)
Warnings: Y/N has a boyfriend named Andrew, Fights, Johnny and Y/N are 14 in the beginning, let me know if I forgot anything
Word Count: 3k
Hope y’all enjoy!
Johnny looks astonished at his friend of 10 years. "You what?" Y/n looks down while she plays with her hair. " I...I like you..." She answers, her face turning redder by the second. Johnny's expression went from surprised to apologetic. "Y/n...I'm sorry but I don't feel the same way." Y/n continues to look down, "oh..." Johnny felt bad, but what else could he do? "...if you think about it, I'll be leaving for South Korea next week. The relationship wouldn't work out." Y/n knew he was right. Honestly she was just happy she didn't have to live with knowing she never told Johnny how she felt. "Right as always, Suh." Johnny smiles at her. "We still friends?" He asks with hope written all over his face. Y/n hugs him, "Of course." Johnny hugs Y/n back and smiles. They stayed like that for a while. Y/n sighs, "I'll miss you while you're in Korea." "I'll miss you too."
"Flight 756 to Seoul, South Korea is now boarding."
"Mom I love you too, but they called my flight!" Johnny says as he tries to escape his mother's kiss shower and tight grip. "Okay fine. Make me proud honey." She says as she lets go of him. "I will. I promise." He give his mom a smile then goes to Y/n who was patently waiting.
"Well this is it." Y/n says. "Yeah. I promise to facetime you whenever I can." He promises as he gives y/n a hug. "Next time I see you in Chicago, it better because you're on tour." Johnny laughs. Before he could respond, the airport speakers went of again. "Last call for Flight 756 to Seoul, South Korea." Johnny sighs and lets go of y/n, "See you soon." "See you soon, Suh." Johnny then did the unthinkable. He leans down and kisses y/n on the cheek, then quickly walked to the boarding gate.
Y/n touched her cheek as she and Johnny's mom watch the plane take flight from the big airport window. Until next time Johnny.
Y/n and Johnny tried to often talk to each other. Y/n was there through the 8 years of Johnny's constant doubt of ever debuting. She reassured and gave him the hope he needed. She was there to celebrate his debut and made sure he knew how cool he looked. Soon, of course, both were wrapped up in their adulting, that they hardly had time to talk due to their schedules and, eventually, they lost communication.
Y/n became a really popular model in America. She moved to Los Angeles for a few years, but went back to Chicago after being so homesick. Johnny debuted with NCT 127 a few years ago and his music career became his top priority. Both of them kinda forgot about each other. Well that was until NCT 127 went on their world tour.
Johnny was happy to perform in Chicago. He couldn't wait to see his mother and all his old favorite places to go. He was actually planning on taking the members to his favorite restaurant after the concert. He even planned to spend the next 2 days with his mom before they left to another state. He was beyond excited. It really shown while he was on the stage. When the concert was over he quickly went back stage and started rushing the members so they can quickly go to the restaurant. He hasn't been there for years. He went there everyday with y/n- Johnny smiled. He hasn't heard from y/n in a while. Going back to the restaurant will for sure bring back a lot of memories.
"Finally!" Johnny shouts as the van pulls up to the place he's been missing for years. The members walk into the restaurant while Johnny's 6 foot self jumps in excitement. The hostess/owner sees Johnny and a smile quickly grows on her face. "Johnny? Long time no see!" She leaves from behind the counter and hugs Johnny. He hugs her back, "Hey Mrs. Jones!" "I see Korea treated you well. You're a giant now!" Johnny laughs. "I've seen y/n come here with her boyfriend all the time and I thought it was weird to not see her here with you. Today she came in alone. I was wondering why but now that I see that you're here I understand completely." Johnny looks at Mrs. Jones confused then that's when he gets what she's hinting at. "No! Nonononono I'm here with my members." He jesters to the guys patiently standing behind him. Mrs. Jones eyes widen. "Oh my goodness! Let me get you guys seated. I'm so sorry." The members tell her that it's fine as she rushes them to a big table. She gives them all menus. "Your waitress should be here soon." She smiles at them and left, but not before hugging Johnny one more time and saying, "Y/n is over there if you want to say hi." She points y/n out. When Mrs. Jones left, Johnny looked at y/n for a while. She looks beautiful.
Y/n sits at her table for 2 alone and constantly checks her phone. "Where is he?" She mumbles to herself. Her boyfriend has never been this late before. Maybe he forgot. She sighs. It's been almost 2 hours. She gives up and asks the waiter for the check. As she checks her phone one last time, someone sits in front of her. She assumes it was her boyfriend. "Where the h- Johnny?" She looked up mid-sentence and saw her childhood best friend, Johnny Suh. "Hey." Y/n smiles from ear to ear and quickly stands up from her seat so she can hug him. Johnny stands up as well and hugs her. "I-I can't believe it's you...You're so tall!" He snorts, "Why does everyone keep saying that?" Y/n laughs. The two hugged a bit longer and eventually let go. "What are you doing in Chicago?" "I'm on tour with my group." Johnny gestures to his friends who are staring them down. "Oh you're eating with them? Don't let me bother you. I was just about to head out anyway. I'm just waiting on my check." "oh really? How much was your meal?" "Only $2.15 since I didn't eat anything." And before y/n could even stop him, Johnny put $3.00 on the table, grabbed her hand then dragged her to his table. "You can eat with us." is all he says as he drags her. Y/n protest but Johnny keeps going.
When they made it to NCT 127's table, Johnny says, "Guys this is my childhood best friend y/n. Y/n this is Taeyong, Yuta, Haechan, Mark, Jungwoo, Taeil, Doyoung, and Jaehyun." The guys wave and greeted y/n and she shyly waved back. Haechan mumbles a "yeoppeo" to himself. He wasn't quiet enough though and got a smack on the head from Johnny and red cheeks from y/n. She learned Korean from Johnny's mom and the Korean class she signed up for to surprise Johnny a while ago. Johnny pulled out a chair for y/n and she reluctantly sat.
The members asked y/n many questions about herself and younger Johnny. She was a bit shy at first but soon opened up to them and told them many embarrassing Johnny stories. "Y/n please!" Johnny pleads while trying to cover y/n's mouth. "No No! Let me tell it!" She says while fighting back. The members laugh at the two and laughed even harder at the ending of y/n's story. Johnny rolls his eyes, but is secretly happy that the members have taken a liking into y/n. He looks at her as she tells more stories from their childhood and can't help but think, she's really gotten beautiful over the years. Her personality hasn't changed at all though. He smiles at her as she waves her arms around while telling the story of how he threw up on a rollercoaster once. However, the moment was short lasted.
"Y/n, there you are!" Everyone turned to the voice. Y/n eyes widened. "Andrew! Where were you?!" She says as she stands up and walks angrily towards him. He grabs her and and takes her further from the table. Johnny sees them talking but can't hear anything. He sighs. Jaehyun notices Johnny's dismay. "I got this bro! I can read lips." Johnny rolls his eyes as Jaehyun focuses on the pair. "Okay so y/n said 'I'm sorry your grandma fell down the stairs. Is she okay?' the guy said 'Yeah she's fine. You know grandma's a trooper.' 'Yeah she's the strongest woman I know. Hehehehehe. I'll go say bye to the guys so we can go.' And now she's coming this way." Haechan scoffs, "There's no way that's what they were saying." "Yeah there's no way." Taeil agrees. The members nod in agreement as well. "I guess we'll see for ourselves." Jaehyun says as y/n made it to the table.
"Hey guys I got to go see my boyfriend's grandma. She fell down the stairs! Crazy right?" Y/n says, making the members look at Jaehyun with wide eyes while he leans back with a smirk on his face. Y/n looks at them in confusion, "What?" Johnny shakes his head, "Nothing...before you go. I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Six Flags with us tomorrow." Y/n jumps in excitement, "I haven't been there in a while! Of course I would go with you guys!" She looks back at Andrew who smiles at her. She turns back to Johnny, "Can Andrew come too? I would love for you guys to meet!" Johnny screams on the inside and says, "Of course he can." Y/n smiles widely at him and hugs him. "Okay text me the time you want to meet up and I'll see you then. My number is still the same by the way." She waves goodbye to the other members and they wave back and say bye.
As soon as y/n left the members ask Johnny why he ask her that. "We never said anything about Six Flags. I thought you were going to spend the next 2 days with your mom?" Taeyong questions. Johnny totally forgot about that, " Well 1. I asked because I want to spend more time with y/n and 2. I can see my mom before we go to Six Flags, like a take her out to breakfast and when we get back I can treat her to dinner. The day we leave I can spend that time with her too, so it'll be fine." Mark looks at Johnny, "You really like y/n huh?" Johnny coughs at this, "WHAT?! No! I just haven't seen her for what, like, a gajillion years and I missed her." "Because you like her." Jungwoo adds. The members laugh. Johnny's face turns red, "Just...shut up and eat."
The guys bang on the bathroom door. "Johnny hurry up!" "Come on! I need to pee!" "Haechan just go to your own restroom." "It's too far!" The guys continue to knock on the door. Johnny ignores them as he finally got his hair the way he wanted. He pats his clothes a little bit then smiles at the mirror. "Looking good Johnny." He finally opens the bathroom door only to be pushed out of the way by Haechan who needed to pee really bad but was too lazy to walk to his own bathroom.
"About freaking time!" "Were you pooping your organs or something?!" The guys asked many questions just to be ignored by Johnny. He had the biggest smile on his face as he put on his shoes then walked out of his hotel room. He practically skipped to their van and yelled out to the others that they're walking too slow. He couldn't wait to see y/n. He texted her that they're on their way now and she responded saying that she's already there. Johnny screamed at the now satisfied Haechan to hurry up and get in the car.
They finally arrived at the amusement park. Johnny pushes past the members to get out of the car first. He once again ignored their complaints and looked around for y/n.
Y/n sees Johnny and starts waving her arms. He eventually sees her. He runs to her and picks her up. They spin around while laughing. Even when he put her down, they were nothing but giggles. Their moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. That's when Johnny remembered that he was coming too.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Andrew, y/n's boyfriend." He said with a sweet smile and held his hand out. Johnny decided not to be petty and returned the handshake. "I'm Johnny." They both stood there. Analyzing each other.
"Wow if I was a bystander I would think that you two were dating." Y/n jokes and the boys both laugh loudly at her joke. Slightly glaring at each other. Andrew looked away from Johnny and at his girlfriend. "Let's go before the line gets too long!" Before y/n could respond, Andrew grabbed her hand and ran to the entrance. Johnny looked at them and sighed.
"Brutal." Mark says and Johnny rolls his eyes.
The whole day kinda went like that. Johnny fighting for y/n's attention by winning her stuffed animals and making her laugh. Meanwhile Andrew would take y/n on tons of rides with promises of protecting her and giving her tons of kisses. Y/n was completely oblivious about the competition and was just enjoying her time.
Soon it was getting dark and the Six Flags fireworks show was about to start. "I'll go get snacks." Y/n says. Johnny and Andrew jumped up. "I'll go with you!" Y/n taps their shoulders. "You've both did enough for me today. Sit down and relax. Taeyong, will you go with me please?" "Of course." He stands up. "Me too!" Haechan gets up as well. Y/n giggled then they head off to the closest snack place.
Everything was peaceful for a second but someone had to open their mouth. "What are your intentions with y/n?" Andrew says. Johnny looks at him, "What?" "You heard my question. You've been flirting with my girlfriend since you got here." Johnny then realized that it was wrong to flirt with a girl who was already taken. No matter who they were. He was about to apologize when Andrew spoke again. "Well it doesn't matter because it's not like she'll want to be with you anyway." Andrew smirks while Johnny raises an eyebrow, "It's funny. You seem like the perfect guy for her. Famous, kind, treats her right, loyal. Yet she's with me. The guy who would lie about his grandma being hurt just to get away with cheating on her."
Johnny shoots up. "You did what?!" Andrew stands up too. "And there's nothing you can do about it. 'Cause honestly who would she believe? Me, her sweet loving boyfriend or her ex best friend who left her heart broken." Johnny eyes widened. "You think I wouldn't have known about that? Y/n was untouchable for years because of you. Well that was at least until I got to her. I didn't even like her and she was just throwing herself on me. I still don't like her." "Then why are you with her?" Johnny's anger rises. "Duh! She’s rich and famous! Nothing’s better than a sugar mama.” Johnny balls up his fist. Andrew sees that. "Awe are you getting mad? Don't worry. When I'm done with her, you can have my sloppy seconds-" Johnny punches Andrew square on his jaw. Andrew fell and Johnny went down and threw more punches at him. The members try to pull him off of Andrew but it was too late.
"Johnny?"
He quickly turned around and saw y/n standing there. He then realized how bad this looked. "Awe man. I missed the good stuff!" Haechan says and receives a head smack from Taeyong. Johnny tries to explain everything as y/n puts the snacks on the table. She quickly tried to see if Andrew was okay but the bruises on his face and his teary eyes told her everything she needed to know. Y/n puts his head on her lap and glares at Johnny. "First you break my heart and leave me here with a kiss on the cheek as if that'll make me feel better THEN you ignore me for years THEN you comeback and talk to me like you've done nothing wrong THEN you beat up my boyfriend! What's wrong with you Johnny?!" Johnny opens his mouth but nothing comes out. The members who were there tried to talk for him. "Y/n you should've heard what Andrew was saying." "Johnny did what was right." "Please listen to us." "We have no reason to lie to you."
"No reason? Johnny's your friend! Of course you'll lie for him!" Y/n was about to pop off again when Andrew spoke up. "I just wanted to be friends with him but he said that I didn't deserve you and that he only wants you so he can use you for publicity. I tried to stand up to him but he punched me." Y/n heard nothing. She didn't hear the guys scream that it wasn't true. She didn't hear the fireworks. She didn't hear Andrew's fake cries. She didn't hear anything. Is it true? Would Johnny really say something like that? Am I really that gullible to believe he would want to be friends with me again? Johnny's changed since I last saw him...it could be true. She looked at Johnny. They both have tears in their eyes. Johnny hasn't changed that much though.
Y/n snaps back into reality. She sits up and lets Andrew's head fall to the ground. He hisses in pain. She ignores him and walks to Johnny. "Tell me the truth." She demands as she looks him straight in the eye. He tells her everything in great detail. She listened and believed every word. When Johnny finished, he looks nervously at y/n's unreadable face. She turns around and kicks Andrew. "We're through."
She links her arm with Johnny's. "Take me home please." He smiles at her and walks away with the members following them. Well most of the members. Jaehyun and Mark stayed behind. They pointed their middle fingers and laughed at Andrew. When Andrew was about to get up, they ran away while laughing like little kids.
#johnny#johnny suh#nct johnny#nct 127#kpop#kpop imagines#kpop x y/n#kpop x reader#johnny x reader#johnny suh x reader
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I Have Been Playing With A Superstar Chapter 2
The months had seemed to fly by and drag on at the same time. A. didn’t play with you much anymore as he said he had to work on this project for the meetings he had to travel for. But at least he did message you when he could. Mini was now super excited cause Stray kids just announced that they would be going on tour. She was trying to convince you to save and go with her and you were trying to do your best but life was never easy for that. You had always made just enough to pay rent, buy groceries, and every once in a while get something for yourself. Paying for really expensive concert tickets was sadly not in the realm of possibility. Especially with the short time frame that's been given for when the concert is.
It’s not that you didn’t want to go, cause you really did. Stray Kids was the first group you really got into. Hell you had gotten two tattoos for Stray Kids one for the first album you had ever heard and the second for your favourite song. And you hadn’t been listening to them for very long. You had actually gotten them done only three to four months in. So it was safe to say that you were a Stay.
Not overly crazy, you watched the lives and their posts on youtube, you thought about getting Bubble but the cost was a little too much. And anytime you heard about the fans stalking them and trying to get close to them by force just made you mad and disgusted. Though you do have to admit, to simping a bit yourself even reading some fanfics and maybe writing one or two as well.
It’s kinda one thing you and A. bonded over, though not just Stray kids but Ateez, NCT, Twice, Black Pink and a few others he had actually gotten you into. You were a bit surprised he liked K-pop as most people you met didn’t seem to really understand the whole you can enjoy music in other languages that you don’t understand cause you don’t speak them… thing.
So happy to say you had met someone who did, and all on your own made you very happy. Most of your K-pop friends came from Mini when she had dragged you into liking the music. For the second time as the first you had only listened to for a few weeks before losing interest and forgetting all about it.
Enjoying your day off laying in bed and listening to a random shuffle of all your music on your phone. A. sent you a message.
Hey!! - A.
Hey hows the project going?? - Y/U/N
Its going pretty well! Super excited to present it - A.
Thats good - Y/U/N
So what day are you getting here do you know yet?? - Y/U/N
Yeah we just got a confirmed date for arrival - A.
It’s in 2 weeks on tuesday - A.
Ohh thats soo awesome i can’t wait!! - Y/U/N
When is best for you to meet up i know this coffee shop nearby or we can find one in between if your a little further away - Y/U/N
We are staying in a hotel near the city but i will have a driver so i can disappear for a few and we should all be good so close by you works well and tuesday afternoon should work for me - A.
Sounds great ill send you the address and ill meet you there!! - Y/U/N
Ok im super excited!! - A.
I need to go back to work now but ill see you in a few weeks!! - A.
Okay have fun! - Y/U/N
With the new knowledge you were even now more excited and hoping to be able to meet up more than once before he would have to go home. But since you didn’t know his full schedule and how long he was staying, the one time with him was good enough.
Besides now that he was ready to meet up you could call and facetime now so that’s even more exciting.
You immediately tell Mini you knew she would want to know when and where you were meeting him. You know it was to keep you safe. She wasn’t going to come with you but she wanted to know when and where you were at all times. And you couldn’t fault her for that, you would do the same for her if the roles were reversed, and it was she who’s meeting up with some ‘rando’ she had been talking to for just over a year and had never even seen a photo of.
The day finally came, it was time to go and meet A. at the cafe. You picked a nice T-shirt and some leggings and some nice flats to go with. Adding some mascara, leaving the rest of your face blank as you never like the feel of wearing makeup, it’s too heavy and makes your face feel itchy.
You grab the mini backpack you use as a purse and make your way out the door. Leaving a little too early, as always the fear of being late is what powers you into always being about an hour early to things.
Taking the short bus ride and getting off at your stop you head to the little cafe and find a place to sit for the two of you and set your things down. Pulling out your phone you let Mini know you are now at the cafe and wait for him to get there. She told you to keep her posted and to tell her if you go anywhere else and when you get home. Agreeing to her terms you let out a nervous yet excited breath and went up to the cash to grab something to nibble on while you waited.
Playing cats&soup while nibbling every once in a while, you didn’t pay attention to the ring of the bell when the door opens or how the person who just walked in took a quick look around before walking in your direction. You didn’t see how they stopped beside the table and removed their face mask. What did catch your attention though was when they said in a very familiar voice “hello your Y/U/N right?” when you looked up you couldn’t believe who stood in front of you and all you could muster to say was “ALYFT?”
#stray kids#skz x reader#bang chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#i.n x reader
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