I'm Here To Find A Fic Again=))

I'm here to find a fic again=))

It was a ot8 x reader fic. Reader was in need of money so she part took in a reality show about dating name red lights. She was the main character of the show, the other participants was ot8 and they all knew her.

Please drop me the link should you come across it!!!

Draft

This one is a draft I have been working on. Include a lot of thoughts and procrastination. Not finished, of course.

For my tulips

She would be there too, just so you know

You. His fiancée. 

His cousin's words played again in his mind when his assistant reminded him of a charity ball that required his attendant tonight. Of course you would be at the charity ball, playing your part of a good-mannered, elegant conglomerate's daughter, and keeping the reputation of your family. 

He couldn’t help but scoff when the thought of you crossed his mind. And then he wonders, why did he hold grudge against you despite the fact that you guys rarely crossed paths, and that you actually haven't done or said something bad about him? Maybe it's how you always be obedient, never question your parents' or your brother's words. Maybe it's how you effortlessly navigated high society despite your quiet nature (or so he heard). Or maybe it's how you didn't say much but managed to get everyone enamoured by your presence, how you didn't miss the fun while managed to ace your study and even graduated early. 

How you're so perfect. 

And he hates that you fit so well in the elite society when he can't find himself liking anything related to it and really fit in. 

And that-

"Are you going to sit here and brood all day, dear brother?"

His sister's voice broke the silence, disrupting his trail of thoughts. 

He sighed, standing up to face her, an annoyed expression pains his face. Although he really loved his sister and could do many things for her, she's too much sometimes.

"Didn't my assistant tell you that I don't want to be bothered?" he said, pinching the bridge of his nose to ease the ache that was threatening to break his head.

"Yes, he did. But I don't care." she made a beeline to his desk and quickly grabbed his phone while trying to drag him toward the door.

"What do you want now?" 

"Y/N and her brother will come tonight! And you have to make a good impression. No, perfect impression. And I'm making sure of it" she chirps in excitement. 

"Don't you have an appointment with your stylist?" he calmly replied 

"Oh. Yeah, I have to go now, but I already picked out your outfit. You have to wear it!"

And with that, his sister hastily made her way out of his office after handing him his phone back. The echo of her telling his assistant where she puts his attire for tonight's ball.

He looked down to his watch and stepped back to his desk, intending to bury himself in piles of documents so that he would no longer think about this.

_

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You were lying on a cozy spa bed with the fragrant herbal face mask applied on your skin, listening to your childhood friend rambling about her plans for your vacation.

“So you will spend the summer home and then go back to England?” she wondered, looking at her freshly manicured hand.

“That’s the plan. But it depends on how things turn out here” you muttered. Your mind went back to what your brother had previously said. 

You would spend your summer here at home to unwind, and to learn more about your fiance. If you still not interested in him, then you could break your engagement, and you were free to go back to England to pursue your academic goals, or wherever you want to go.

“He really told you that? And you agreed?” your friend cocked her eyebrows

“I don’t see any problem with that. Besides,how much feeling I can develop for a person in the matter of a few months? This isn’t movies”

“You don’t know that. Chris is very charismatic” your friend leaned toward you, a teasing grin on her face.

Christopher Bang. Your fiance. 

The engagement was made even before your birth with the friendship of your families and promises of stocks and investments. And despite being engaged to each other, you haven’t met many times. The only time you remembered meeting him was at your parents’ anniversary when you guys were introduced to each other, barely holding conversation but exchanging pleasantries.

But oddly enough, you remembered his appearance. His face with a touch of boyishness and youth of one at the ripe age of 20. He was wearing a three piece suit in deep navy blue with matching tie and sapphire cufflinks. His expression distant and cold, made you wonder if he hated you or it was just general annoyance to people.

My name is Christopher

You wondered what he’s like now.

“Looking good?” your friend spoke up, showing you her nails, now all adorned with little bows and gems

“Anyway, the auction tonight has that painting you like. But I guess it’ll be difficult for you to obtain it. But why do you want it anyways?” she said, leaning on the armrest of the divan, seemingly bored

“Birthday present for Hyunjin” you stretched out your arms, stood up from the spa bed

“Come come, or we’ll be late”

The manager came greeting the two of you with the scent of cedarwood. You lifted your hand to your nose as the too pungent scent hit your senses. She offered gifts and compliments you two with a rigid customer service smile, obviously wanting to secure new potential patrons.

For my tulips 

This is my first ever fanfic, read with kindness please!!!

Warning: reader gets assaulted (Hyunjin saved her!), bad writing, almost no proofread

Fluff, slight angst

English is not my first language!

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Summary: You were an ordinary, quiet girl. One day when you met him, you considered changing parts of yourself that you always thought would be the same. But then when he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, you started to wonder was it worth it to change the big part of you for a boy?

This is the first part of the story, mainly about reader's encounters with Hyunjin.

Please enjoy!

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You were just an ordinary girl, you were reserved, never a fan of crowded places. You liked reading and writing, you had a small, close-knitted social circle. You were not particularly beautiful nor stood out among the crowd, and you didn't have any special talents. You were just an average quiet girl.

That’s why your friends found it strange when you applied for the music club at your uni. But they were right, you’d never found the need to join a club, let alone a popular one.

You had a purpose then, however. 

See, you were very close to your friends. You guys told one another everything, from gossip to study problems. But you had kept a secret from them. Though you didn’t fathom why you did that, you reckoned that it remained one of a wise choice you made since as much as you loved your besties, their teasing could be too much sometimes. 

That’s why no one in your friend group knew that you harboured a crush for Hyunjin, the popular guy at your uni.

It was an evening in winter, you were on your way back to your apartment after retrieving the notebook that you left at the library. You stopped midway to clean your glasses, having become foggy because of your breath. 

“Hey, cutie, what’s ya doing this late at night?” 

A foreign voice started you. You tried to ignore the guy and continue to walk, then a strong force pulled you back.

Strong smell of alcohol invaded your senses, making you scrunch your nose. He snatched the glasses from you, wanting to have your attention.

“Give it back, and leave me alone!” 

You tried desperately to take back your glasses, at this point, you didn’t even know whether your vision got blurry because of the lack of your glasses or for the panic tears you never noticed you’d shed.

“Hey, hey, don’t be feisty, I will give it back to you after we have fun, cutie”

His raspy voice gave you goosebumps, you yelled at him, still reached for your glasses. After tried and failed to catch your hands, he angrily spat at you:

“What are you trying for? You're lucky I even laid eyes on you, bitch!”

You flinched when he grabbed your hand, breaths shaky as the man raised his hands, ready to hit you.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the hot pain that would come when the man hit you. However, it never happened, just his pained shriek filled the air. You quickly open yours eyes when he was yanked out and fell to the ground, a tall figure came shield in front of you:

“Leave her alone, you motherfucker!” he kicked the drunk man hard several times while keeping you behind from all the violent scenes.

“You just wait!” the foul man yelled back as he staggered and ran.

Some moments passed, the tall stranger led you to a bench nearby, you tried to catch your breath as he draped his jacket over you. 

“Are you ok?” he asked softly, tone laced with concern, completely a different person to the angered one not 5 minutes ago.

“I… I don’t think so, no” you panted, wiping the remaining tears away.

You didn’t know your bag was dropped until he collected it for you along with your now broken glasses.

“I’m so sorry that it’s broken” he murmured

“Please don’t, it wasn’t your fault” you whispered, voice and hands still shaky 

“Do you have anyone to call? Or I can walk you home, I promise I will not do harm your way” he raised his hands, seem ready to swear to god as he spoke

“I will call my friend, thank you” you muttered, then took out your phone and quickly dialled your friend. Her voice sped up, tone consumed with concern. You assured her you were ok and told her your location so that she came to pick you up.

The stranger started to talk to you, looked like he wanted to calm you as you waited for your friend. You couldn’t see his face due to the blinding lights from the streetlamp behind. His gentle voice really soothed your nerves. He talked again after some silent moments:

“You really shouldn’t go out late like this”

“I know, I just want to get my thing, I don’t–”

“Y/N! My god! Are you ok? I should have come with you!” your friend - Jane -  talked between breaths while she grabbed your hands and spun you around, wanting to make sure that you were indeed no harm.

Jane pulled you into a tight hug, still mumbling questions about your wellbeing, you softly patted her back, consoling words spoken to pacify you both.

The rest of the night came as a blur as you two and the stranger parted ways and you fell asleep with assuring words of dear Jane. And the warmth of the denim jacket that he gave you enveloped a strange sense of safety.

Following that incident, Jane never let you go out alone after the skies went dark. You were grateful for that but really didn’t want to bother her too much, it’s good now that you guys had come to terms with your schedule.

_

The next time you saw him was during psychology class. The memories of the tall stranger that came saving you hadn’t faded. You still reminisced about his gentle voice, how his tone softened with you. 

“Hey, is this seat taken?” 

You drifted out from your thoughts as you felt feather light touch on your shoulder.

“I’m Hyunjin, can I sit here?” he smiles softly while gesturing to the seat beside you. He was wearing a simple white shirt with a dark checked jacket and washed jeans, his dark hair held back with a tie.

“Oh, um, yes, you can sit here” you slightly panicked but still let him take the empty seat, didn’t want to be rude

You two proceeded to listen as the professor entered the room. You no longer paid attention to the boy as you fully concentrated on the lecture, this class took up a big portion in your grade, you really didn’t want to fail.

“Eh, can I borrow a pen? If you have a spare one of course” 

He slightly leaned toward you, his breaths tickled your side. You gulped as you gave him a new pen, the boy muttered a quick thank you and went back to taking notes. He smelled like pomegranate and white musk, you knew these scents from somewhere. And realisation dawned on you when he answered the professor’s question.

It’s him.

Your saviour from that night.

He probably didn’t recognize you. You slightly angled your face to catch his sight. He was so beautiful with full lips and chiselled jaw, his brows slightly furrowed as he spoke, making you want to smoothen them. Dark curls fell to his face, gently touched his cheekbones.

You didn’t remember the rest of the lecture as you were lost in thoughts. 

You looked at him again when the lecture was over. He was chatting excitedly with his friends, arm casually swung on their shoulder as they talked about their whereabouts (you thought so). He seemed near but so far away at the same time. A feeling that you had yet able to put a name on bloomed in your chest.

And you started to wonder, how can you get close to him?

Hello!!!

Hi, I'm Limone

I write for Stray Kids.

Ther will be fluff, angst, smau, smut, drabbles, headcanons...

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