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• Here are some of my favourite Jungkook fics. Go through these recs and find something to nourish yourself with. Show your support for these talented authors by leaving a comment and sharing feedback on their works. For posting their fics on the internet, each and every author listed here deserves a big warm hug. Thank you to each and every one of these authors for their efforts, we really appreciate your content •

[ Fluff | Angst | Smut ( minors dni.) ]

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- one shots:

➵ ignoring his affection by @gamergguk | F

➵ champagne problems by @sparklingchim | A

➵ sorry i need to sleep more by @delugguk​ S/F

➵ break up with your boyfriend by @spideyjimin​ | F/S/A

➵ bewitching by @taegularities​ | F/S/A

➵ {no name fic} by @onlyswan​ | F 

➵ jealous bunny boy by @fanficfuckface​ | F/S

➵ [11:35 PM] by @babiekaykes​ | S

➵ cry yourself silly by @jeonfrvr​ | F/S/A

➵ like i want you by @divinelyparkjimin​ | F/S/A

➵ reassurance by @mercurygguk​ | F/S/A

➵ {no name} fic by @onlyswan​ | F/S

➵ jungkook scenario by @army-author​ | F/A

➵ mommy milkers by @purrfectfae​

➵ valentine’s date by @spideyjimin​ | F/S/A

➵ {no name fic} by @onlyswan​ | F

➵ tf!drabble by @v-hope​ |  F/S

➵ a rainy sunset by @filmcrystal​ | F/S/A

➵ playdates by @multiheaux-house​ | F/S

➵ only love by @kooktrash​ | S

➵ forbidden desire by @jeonxretro​ | F/S

➵ Entrapment by @smasmashie​

➵ between roommates by  @kooktrash​ | F/S

➵ hell bound demon by @sombreboy​ | S

➵ please for me by @delugguk​ | S

➵ date for me by @personasintro​ | F/S/A

➵ knock for me by @personasintro​ | F/S/A

- series :

➵ Long way home by @sparklingchim| A [ongoing series]

➵ Delicate by @koostarcandy​ | F [ongoing series]

➵ love formula by @kimnjss​  | A/S

➵ hotter than hell by @chateautae​ | F/S/A

➵ bad influence by @noteguk​ 

➵ how to get a guy by @taeshobipop​ | F/S/A

➵ hot dilfs in your area by @97ft​ 

➵ in the soop by @delugguk​ 

➵ love to hate by @kpopfanfictrash​ 

➵ the devil lovers by @spideyjimin​ | F/S/A

220512 JAEHYUN

STARLIT; NAKAMOTO YUTA

neighbor!nakamoto yuta x reader

On your way to work, you had encountered a man moving in to your apartment building, on the same floor as your apartment. There was something about him that attracted you in first glance. Was it because of the stars in his eyes?

genre: neighbors to lovers, kind of a slow burn?, romance, oneshot, fluff

warnings: might have some errors :( sorry about that ><

words: 9.7k+

tags: @iwonzzi @sunbokie @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @yellowsbuttercup @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil

Stargazing. One interest that eventually became a big part of your life. It fascinated you. It never fails to give you such astonishment.

It's one of your favourite hobbies. Looking at the celestial bodies through the lens of a telescope made you wonder how much more magnificent will they be up close. Maybe not too close where it endangers your life but you get the point. Your curiosity over the twinkling stars and sometimes the visible planets from the atmosphere of the earth are the reason why you picked up this hobby. Since you were little you always wondered, what were those things in the sky? What would they look like if you take a closer look?

This interest of yours was clearly evident. The stars were always present in your past school activities where you know you can include them. You were always ten times more attentive when the topic in your science class enters the chapter for astronomy or the outer space. You did research about them in your free time because you always wanted to learn more. Soon, people started to associate the heavenly bodies with you; giving you the nickname "stargazer". You can bet that most of the people in your life thinks of you when they hear terms related to the subject and they found it quite adorable.

Your parents were supportive with your interest. On your fifteenth birthday, they bought you your first ever telescope and you remember the moment vividly. Right when you tore the gift wrapper of the big and tall box that your parents said contained your present inside, it left your mouth hanging open in disbelief. You were so happy that you teared up before giving your parents a hug, saying thank you over and over again like a broken record player. Until you reached college and after you graduated, the first telescope you ever had was still with you; even when you bought a new one. It was both displayed in your living room near the window of your apartment. Luckily you had a good view as you were twenty-five floors above the ground. Although moving in was hell because of how high the floor was, it was worth it for you when you have a beautiful view of the night sky and the city lights as well. When you go home stressed from your work at a local library or just stressed from life in general, just one look outside your window and your tiredness instantly wiped out; replaced by your childlike excitement.

Like any normal day in your life, you woke up at six in the morning and did your daily routine— from freshening up to drinking a cup of coffee. You're not a morning person so there's a chance that you still might take five minute naps that turns into a whole hour. As a result, you're usually tardy at work.

But today was unlike those days. There was something in the way you woke up that you could tell you were in a good mood. Kind of like the world's way of saying that today will go smoothly for you. The morning was bright and lively and so were you. After getting dressed, you made sure your valuables were with you— phone, keys, and wallet, leaving once you made sure everything was set; locking the door of your apartment once you stepped out. You noticed that there were boxes stacked four doors away from yours. Hm, looks like I'll have a new neighbor. You thought before walking down the hall to reach the elevator at the end of the corridor, standing patiently as you wait for it to arrive.

A soft ding resonated through the quiet floor and the lift's door slid open, more stacks of boxes greeted you while you heard a faint grunt from behind the cardboard materials. You stepped aside in respect, muttering a quiet 'sorry' just as the person stepped out. "Can I help?" You asked politely, wanting to lend a hand with the man who was struggling with the boxes he was carrying. "No it's fine, I appreciate your offer." He replied, looking at you when he whipped his head from the other side to the side where you were. He had a small smile on his face and immediately, you were captivated. His smile was gorgeous, he was gorgeous. However only one thing stood out to you the most, and it was his eyes. They were magnificent, they look like they were filled with stars as they glistened from reflecting light. You were hypnotized. "Are you sure?" You asked once more to which he answered with a nod. "It's nothing don't worry." The man spoke. "Alright. Have a great day." You uttered before pressing the down button again because you missed the elevator that had just arrived. "You too." He said before walking away.

Finally you managed to step inside the elevator and go down to the lobby. But as the doors were about to close, the same man from earlier peeked towards your direction before flashing the smile that seemed to heal anything and waving his hand in this manner that made him look adorable to you. Even though you kind of waved back last minute when the doors were about to close, he managed to see it.

Somehow this man managed to charm you in one glance. Is this love at first sight? You shook your head at the thought. It's impossible that you fell in love right away after one interaction, especially a short one; in all your past relationships, you made sure you got to know them more before even saying that you love them. How come you feel like this now? It was bizarre yet you didn't particularly dislike this feeling on your chest. Even while you were on your way to the library you were working at, there was this tingle throughout your whole body every time the image of the man you interacted with earlier suddenly crosses your mind.

"You're all smiley today." Your co-worker and best friend, Taeil, pointed out as soon as you entered the place. "You're not like this in the morning. Are you buying a new telescope again? Or did you find something exquisite last night?" He asked in a whisper-like manner— the two of you are working at a library after all. His first statement slightly took you aback. You were smiling the whole time? You slightly felt embarrassed, nervous that your cheeks might be turning rosy. That's why you tried to shake it off and just play it cool. "No I think I just woke up on the right side of the bed." Taeil stopped abruptly with whatever he was doing before giving you this smile a dad would give their child when they're about to tease them. "Are you blushing?" "What? No— no why would I even." You chuckled before clocking in and getting behind the counter, placing your bag on one of the shelves underneath it. "We've been working together for almost three years now. I've seen how you act when someone catches your eye."

Sometimes you forget how he can easily read you. Taeil was three years older than you and he turned into this father figure of yours that you can always turn to and ask for advice. He became your best friend as well and you're always thankful for this man that always has your back. Even if he acts like an actual dad to you sometimes, at least his jokes are better than the one's your biological father makes (ps. don't admit that to Taeil or else he'll grow an ego and keep on making more dad jokes).

"I'm— no one caught my eye." "Yeah you're lying I just know it. The lies you say right in front of me." He jokingly stated.

You are a bit scared about this newly felt notion. Perhaps you can tell him and he'll be able to help you find an answer to why this shiver of a compelling emotion seeped in your heart rapidly. "Alright fine you win maybe someone did." You admitted.

"Who?" "To be honest, I don't know him." You looked at Taeil with pursed lips. "So you, the great 'it takes a long time for me to have feelings' (Y/N), had your attention caught by a stranger?" He was bewildered. In the three years of the two of you being friends and all, this never happened. At all. It's understandable that he's surprised by this; even you are surprised. "Technically he's going to be my neighbor. Or he's like my neighbor, I guess. He's moving in today and I had a small encounter with him that's all."

Taeil's mouth was wide open, gaping at the words you told him. "A small encounter and he already caught your eye?! Damn he must be a god or something then—" unexpectedly, he exclaimed in amusement. "Shh— be quiet, Taeil." You hushed the older boy and he immediately covered his mouth with his hand. "I don't know what's so special about him. It can't be love at first sight, right? Because that's not a real thing." You said, asking for reassurance.

"Honey, it's real and that's what you're experiencing right now. You've been in three relationships and none of them had you caught up like this in just a short period of time." He put the same hand he used to cover his mouth on his hip. Making him look like that one sassy friend you'll always have or encounter in your life.

You're in denial. The whole day while you were working you kept asking yourself— Why? How? What? Other than those type of thoughts, your friend has been pestering you with questions.

"What does he look like?" "He looks decent I guess." "YOU GUESS? HE MADE YOU FALL IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT AND YOU'RE TELLING ME HE LOOKS DECENT AND IT'S FOLLOWED BY 'I GUESS'?!" "Shush shush shush stay quiet or else we'll get in trouble!" You scolded him and he only pouted as a response.

"What if I walk you to your apartment until your actual apartment door just so I can personally see this man." "Taeil, no." "Taeil, yes." A sigh escaped your lips. "I am practically your second father, I have the righ— hey where are you going." He cut himself off when he saw you walking away, heading towards the aisles of bookshelves to which he supposed you were going to stock some of them.

Day became night and your shift will be over in just a few more minutes. The library is open for twenty-four hours and as expected, there are moderately more people at night than in the day. But you don't blame the people who go at night though; because you do think the ambiance of reading, studying, writing, and researching at night is much better. It feels more calm and quiet. Well in your opinion anyway. You hope that Taeyong and Seulgi who work the night shift will be able to stay up until the day.

You closed your eyes while you were reclining on the chair, thinking that maybe just maybe it'll make time pass by faster. What seemed and felt like a good ten minutes have passed, you clicked your tongue disappointedly when the clock on your phone read 8:13 PM. "What it's only been two minutes?" You groaned softly. "(Y/N)." "Hm?" You tilted your head at Taeil's direction. "Very genuine question but do you feel like you're hoping to see that stranger-slash-neighbor of yours again?" He said after he leaned from the other side of counter.

Now that he asked about it, the familiar tingle made its way into your heart again and it made you breathe a deep breath. You want to say no just because you're in denial, however you do want to see his marvelous smile and his twinkling eyes once more. You do hope that you'll see or cross paths with him again.

"Kind of..." You quietly confirmed. "Look it's not bad to fancy someone right away. Besides, that might just be a short fling or a small crush. Don't worry too much." He patted your head then chuckled. He has a point. You just had this pride over not being the first person to like someone that sometimes, you forget there is nothing bad with it at all. Yet again, it's this small trauma you had when you confessed first and got rejected badly back in highschool. But Taeil is right. He's always right (in some occasions). It may just be a short term thing that you shouldn't worry about. "Thank you." You smiled at your friend.

At last, you can finally go home. You bid your goodbyes with Taeil before proceeding to walk to the bus stop about nine minutes away. You stopped at the sidewalk to look at the sky for a moment and you saw that there were more stars tonight than yesterday. It looked beautiful; the scene filled with what seems to be hundreds of stars displayed at the night sky, with constellations waiting to be spotted. You admired it for a while before walking once again.

Eventually, you finally reached the bus stop and after an estimated waiting time of fifteen minutes, you finally got on one and all you were waiting for was to arrive at your destination. You scrolled through your phone to occupy and entertain yourself during the ride, casually looking out the window from time to time because yes, you managed to sit next to the window. The bus wasn't that crowded anyways. When you hopped, in you saw that there were only about seven passengers; you being the eighth one. Although you were stuck in traffic for almost an hour, you still got home before the clock strikes ten.

You entered your apartment building, quickly walking towards the elevator and pressing the up button. The small led screen just above it read that it was coming down from your floor. Someone from there is probably going down to the lobby. You waited for a few minutes to which made you zone out before coming back to reality after the soft ding the elevator made. The doors opened and behold, you saw the face you were hoping to see. "Oh my bad—" you stepped aside to give him room. It was the same situation, the only difference was it was night and he had no boxes on his hands.

"No worries." The man chuckled softly. "Long day from work?" He asked after stepping out of the lift. "Yeah, kind of tired." You replied. "Hope you get a nice rest." "Thank you." You smiled at him before stepping in the elevator, only to realize he was holding it from the side to stop it from closing, only letting go when you were already inside. So that's why it seemed like the doors were open way longer than it should've?

You were left in awe, surprised that he did that for you. Good thing the door already closed when your mouth was low-key hanging open. It was a small gesture yet so thoughtful. Maybe Taeil is right about him being a god as well or that maybe he's an angel who was granted the chance to live on Earth. Because oh my god, you've never encountered anyone like this. Your heart was racing and you bit your lower lip out of realization; you do in fact, have a crush on him.

Hurriedly, you speed-walked your way to your apartment as soon as you got out the elevator and you opened the door of your apartment. "Oh my god." You said to yourself before going to your room and plopping on top of your bed. It felt like you were back to your teenage years, the nostalgic feeling of butterflies swarming your stomach over a crush came back and it felt like greeting and welcoming an old friend. It really has been a while. It felt new even if you have already experienced it before. You know absolutely nothing about him, he was mysterious to you and it makes you dizzy. You were bewitched by his smile, his eyes, and even his manners.

Dang, is this why you woke up in a good mood?

"He held the elevator door for you?! I swear, if you don't ask for his name or his number I will personally do that for you—" that was Taeil's reaction when you told him what happened last night the next morning. "Yeah but what if he's really just kind to other people." "That's just another reason for you to ask his name and his number." Taeil sassed as he was typing in some of the newly delivered books in the library's database. "I don't want to make the first move, Taeil. You know why..." You sighed as you were stapling a few paperwork. "I know I know. I'm sorry if that came out as ignorant over your small trauma." He sincerely apologized. "It's alright. Although I want to, you know? I'm just scared." You huffed sadly, placing the stapler and the papers down on the counter. Taeil went ahead and patted your back comfortingly, "You don't have to force yourself. Even I won't make any comments that sounds like I'm forcing you, anymore. Just take your time or let fate do it for you instead. Who knows." He consoled you and you thanked him for it.

"Do you want coffee? I'll go and grab us some." You asked as you placed the stuff you used back to it's respective places, putting the papers you just stapled in a folder. "An iced americano would be nice, but I'll just have cola." Taeil laughed slightly at his own words. "Of course you'll have cola instead." You shook your head at him jokingly. "Alright I'll be back." And with that, you left to go to the nearby convenience store instead.

Entering the store, you immediately went to the where the beverages were. You opened the door of the beverage cooler, grabbing Taeil's beloved cola before closing it and scooting a bit to the side to get your bottle of coffee. For some reason you decided to get a snack as well, a candy to be specific, so you have something to chew on while working; and you decided to go for chewy candy. So you went to the aisles designated for sweets and saw the one you were just looking for. However when you reached for it, another one did as well and it made you retract your hand at the speed of light. "Ah you can have it, I apologize—" you turned to face the person. Your eyes widened when you saw the face of your neighbor.

"Looks like we didn't meet with the presence of an elevator this time." He laughed and boy, did his laugh sound like music to your ears. A short chuckle escaped your lips and you nodded in agreement "Yeah. I bet we'll see eachother again at the elevator later." You joked. "I'll look forward to that." He responded and it made you blush, but it was unnoticeable so thank god. "I'm Yuta by the way. Can't believe we've encountered eachother twice, well three times now, and I still haven't introduced myself." "It's alright, my name's (Y/N)." You smiled.

The both of you headed to the cashier. He walked up first so you decided to queue behind him but he insisted that you can ring up your items with his. You pulled out your wallet from your pocket only to be stopped by Yuta. "Hey it's fine, it's on me." "But—" "Please?" He looked at you with puppy eyes before laughing. He paid for the things you got and again, the butterflies were there. "Thank you, Yuta. I really appreciate it." You uttered shyly. "My pleasure." Yuta replied, flashing that pretty smile of his. "I'll head back to my work, it was nice bumping into you. Thank you again." "Mhm, take care! I'll see you later." He chuckled once more. This man sure does chuckle and laugh a lot.

You left the store but you took one last peek inside. You saw that his eyes were on you and it made your heart flutter. With one last wave of goodbye, you started to walk back to the library. The smile that was plastered on Yuta's face just grew wider.

Taeil had his eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the reddish tint on your cheeks while you handed him his cola. He squinted his eyes and gazed on you suspiciously. "So..." He moved his chair to be able to interrogate you properly. "Hm?" You hummed. "Are you planning to share... Why you're as red as this coca-cola can?" He raised an eyebrow. "His name is Yuta." You said with zero hesitation. "WHAT, HOW?" Taeil asked rather loudly, making you shove one piece of the chewy candy in his mouth gently to quiet him down. "I met him at the convenience store." You admitted, taking a sip from your coffee to conceal the involuntary smile forming on your lips. "Wow that's just..." He clapped his hands quietly while chewing.

Maybe Taeil is right (once again) that fate will do it for you instead as it seems that the world is in favor of your crush on your neighbor; it's literally making the two of you coincidentally bump into one another.

Him paying for the stuff you got and giving you puppy eyes (even if it was in a jokingly manner) when you said no made you wonder if he truly is just too kind and friendly to anyone else. You try to remind yourself that it's not impossible that he is simply that type of person; convincing yourself to stop being delusional that maybe he likes you too. You wanted to avoid thinking foolishly— because that's what caused your embarrassing confession years ago with your past crush in highschool.

You didn't want to experience all of that again just because of hope that you only made for yourself.

But yet again you thought, did he mean it when he said he'll see you later? Though the two of you were only joking about it, a part of you hoped that he meant it.

With him occupying your head, it was unbeknownst to you that time had already passed by pretty quickly. You swore when you checked the time on your phone a few seconds back, it only read 5:26 PM. How is it already the end of your shift? Although you weren't complaining, in fact you were happy about it.

After exchanging farewells with Taeil, you immediately went to the bus stop as if your life was depending on it. You wanted to go home as fast as you could. Hoping that maybe the two of you would indeed meet.

Eventually you came into the realization that you are hopelessly whipped for Yuta. It took him only three encounters and you're already gone, deeply infatuated with him whom you only knew as the man moving in at first. When on the other hand, the guys that came in your life and left took months, even years, as opposed to him. Is he even human? Is he a wizard or something? Did he just cast a spell on you?

A hint of anxiety flowed throughout your entire body when you have reached your apartment building, already standing in front of its doors. Disappointment enveloped your emotions when you entered the building and didn't see him; even when you already got to your floor. You brought out your keys and opened the door of your apartment, closing it afterwards and then huffing at your own silly hope as you removed your earphones plugged in your ears. You went to your room to change into your pajamas before heading back out to the living room. Sitting down at your two-seater couch, you gazed out of the window. You needed to do something in order to clear your head and have your focus on something else other than him.

You walked towards the window where your telescopes were near. You opened the window and a fresh cold breeze greeted you as it entered and circulated your apartment, making the atmosphere just a little bit colder than usual. It's been a while since you had used the first telescope you had, so you decided that it'll be the one who'll guide you for tonight's discoveries. You set everything up and it was all ready. A small grin showed up on your face before you proceeded to take a peek through the scope. The notebook and pencil you brought out when you fixed your set up, were propped on top of a nearby drawer; you took note of the things you saw as much as possible. Other than noting them, you also sketched the stars and other celestial bodies that you have managed to gaze upon by the help of your telescope.

A knock on your door broke the focus you had. Your heart was thumping while you were slowly approaching your door with quiet footsteps. Scared of who or what it might be. By raising the flap of your door's peep hole, you peered outside, the loud drumbeat sound your heart was making softened and became more tamer at the sight of who it was. You opened the door halfway, peeking your head outside with one fourth of your body hidden behind the wooden door.

"Good evening, Yuta." You greeted quietly but audible enough for him to hear. "Good evening." He greeted back, showing his enchanting pearly whites albeit shyly. "I made too much popcorn." He chuckled. You only noticed the large bowl in his hands when he mentioned it and you agreed, it was a lot. "I didn't want them to go to waste and they won't taste good anymore if I save them for later. But you're the only person I know here so far—" He explained sheepishly. "It's alright. Come in." You invited with a grin.

"How did you know this was my door?" "Oh I saw you enter when I went out to grab some butter at the mini grocery across the street. I wanted to say hello but you looked very exhausted. Didn't want to bother you, you know? I just had to now because of all this popcorn." Yuta said as he stepped in your apartment after you let him in. "Really?" You asked while closing the door and guiding him towards your one and only couch. Yuta hummed in response.

"Did I interrupt something? You seem busy, I'm so sorry" "No no, it's nothing." You assured him.

"I was just stargazing for fun, that's all." You sat down, motioning for him that it's okay to take a seat. "It does sound fun." He remarked.

"I've always wanted to try it to be honest. I was always curious what the things from afar would look like up close. It's the same thing with looking through microscopes but I already tried that in seventh grade." Yuta chuckled before sitting down the couch and placing the bowl of popcorn on your coffee table. "I love how you placed the couch where you're able to view the cityscape." He complimented randomly, making you feel flustered. "Mhm. Sitting down here at night is when this decision of mine is the best." You laughed. "Well I mean it's true." Yuta laughed along with you and the sound was harmonious.

Because of the size of your couch, the distance between your figures were just inches away; to the point where with one slight movement, your bodies would brush against eachother and it sent shivers down your spine.

"Do you want to try?" You offered, clearly referring to him trying out stargazing and he perked up with this sudden excitement. "If it's okay with you of course." He said, waiting for a confirmation even when you already hinted that you're giving him permission. You swore you saw millions of stars twinkle in his eyes when you nodded. It was the exact same twinkle that you saw when you first bumped into him and it was beautiful. You helped him with how he should move the telescope to his liking, to further wander his eyes through the night sky. "This is amazing!" He exclaimed with the evident enjoyment in his tone. You reached for the bowl of popcorn and decided to eat some while you watched how he gleefully and curiously looked through the scope.

A conversation started while he stargazed. The both of you talked whil you were munching on the popcorn beside him. You shared that growing up, the celestials have been a big part of your life, and that you actually thought of wanting to be an astronomer, but you knew you couldn't. You shared that you were working at a local library and you even told stories about the things that would happen during your work hours. Yuta listened attentively, eventually halting from what he was doing to look at you; his interest shifted from the heavenly bodies to the things you were sharing about yourself.

He was beaming at the way you talked about your hobbies, your likes, and your interests. You looked happy as you shared those things about yourself with him. Despite only knowing him for a short while, you were treating Yuta as if the two of you have known eachother for years and it warmed his heart. Yuta didn't know that he was slowly being fond of you. You left an intriguing impression on him; the first time he met you he immediately had this thought that he wants to get to know you. That urge of him only grew more with all the coincidental encounters and he got that chance now, all because he accidentally put too many kernels in the pot.

"I'm sorry did I overshare?" You anxiously asked, afraid that he stopped enjoying because of your too much blabbering. "No. You didn't, don't worry." "I think it's my time to say some things about me. You know, to be fair." Yuta continued with a smile, wanting to give you the same amount of trust you gave him with your personal life.

"I moved here from Japan because I wanted to pursue a career in interior design and I got an offer here." Yuta said as the two of you ended up sitting back on your two-seater couch. "Is that why you complimented the placing of my couch?" A slight chuckle came out of your lips. "Kind of, yeah." He admitted, trying not to laugh at himself.

Yuta shared the same things you said about yourself a while ago; he shared his hobbies, his likes, and his interests.

You found out that he used to play soccer and was in the path of becoming a professional player. However due to an accident before he graduated senior high, he had fractured his leg wherein they needed to place metal implants, resulting to him being no longer able to do the things he used to do. He was heartbroken about it, it left him depressed for months. He said those words with a sad smile and you felt your heart sink. You guess it's true when they say that people with the brightest smiles truly have the saddest experiences.

He said he started liking interior design because of a game he played to keep him sane, and that's when he decided to pursue this second interest of his instead. Initially, he didn't expect that he'll enjoy it. It was too out of the ordinary for him but he found it fun and a new passion of his bloomed.

More and more stories have been exchanged between the both of you as the night goes on. Along with some laughs and maybe some tears when the desolate anecdotes came. The large bowl that was once filled to the brim with popcorn is now empty, and the clock that read somewhere along 10 PM is now showing that it's midnight— bringing the conversation you were both having into an end.

"It was nice talking to you, (Y/N)... It felt lovely. You're a fun person to talk to. Thank you for helping me with the popcorn too—" He chuckled, the two of you were at your door, bidding goodbyes to have a good night's rest. "Anytime, Yuta... It was nice talking to you too." You smiled softly.

"Goodnight, hope you sleep well." "Goodnight, Yuta." You closed the door and you felt your cheeks become sore from grinning too widely.

You got to know him better and vice versa. You've already fallen too hard, but it's okay.

He was worth it.

"Taeil." "Yeah? What's up?" The man helping you fix the shelves before the library opens replied. "I feel like we got closer." "What do you mean, we were always close—" "Not not you and me." You responded. "I meant me and..." "Your neighbor turned love interest? That's great news!" You playfully hit him with a book because of his comment. "OW— WAS I WRONG?"

He wasn't wrong of course.

The day went on as always but today was particularly more exhausting because of a new book release almost everyone was fighting to have. Yes, the library you were working at also doubles as a bookstore, that's why you know once you get home you'll shut down for that long awaited rest. Thank god it's Friday, you internally celebrated.

"I'll see you next week, (Y/N)." Taeil waved goodbye before parting ways with you at the library's entrance. Tonight was particularly colder, it probably has something to do with the rainy days that'll approach according to the news. You hugged yourself, scolding yourself internally for not wearing or bringing a coat.

As usual, you headed towards the bus stop and waited. The wait wasn't that long; only a few seconds have passed when the vehicle arrived. It was empty with the exception of a single passenger and the driver. You hopped in, paying the fare before looking at the rows of seats. The face of the other passenger was unknown to you until you turned to face the rows of seats. A chuckle of disbelief was all you managed to do.

"Looks like we're destined, huh?" The passenger, who turned out to be Yuta, jokingly claimed.

Hurriedly, you walked and sat down at the left side of the bus as he was in the right side. With that, Yuta looked at you with a slight pout. "You don't want to sit beside me?" He sulked jokingly and it made you laugh. "Alright alright I'll be there." You responded, successfully moving from your current seat to the one beside his once you found the perfect timing as the bus has already started moving. "Better?" "Yeah that's better." The both of you chuckled.

"At this point I think we shouldn't be surprised if we just keep seeing eachother." Yuta giggled and you agreed. "Long day at work?" You hummed as a response, no words managed to come out of your mouth due to you being very exhausted. "You can take a nap. Judging from what I'm seeing, we may be stuck in traffic. I'll wake you up once we're there." He offered with a smile and you felt your cheeks become warm. Despite wanting to stay awake for him to have someone to talk to, the fatigue took over and you mumbled a soft 'thank you', falling asleep in a matter of minutes from being worn out because of the people who flocked the library earlier.

Yuta watched over you, making sure that you weren't in an uncomfortable position that would put a strain to your muscles once you wake up from your nap. A soft smile was displayed on his face; for some reason his mood shifted. The monotonous feeling that surrounded him was uplifted by this faint exhilaration when, for what seemed to be like a hundred times already, the two of you met again in an unexpected time.

Your head ended up resting on top of his shoulder, the sudden movement made Yuta whip his head to the side. You were sleeping soundly. Seeing you like this made him want to take care of you and give you this sense of security. He wants to keep you close.

He wants to hold your hand, he wants to keep you safe.

After being stuck in traffic for two hours, Yuta woke you up as the vehicle got closer to the bus stop near your apartment building. You woke up groggily, raising your head from his shoulder. You didn't even notice it at first— that you had rested your head on his shoulder that he willingly sacrificed in spite of the faint pains he felt. The two of you hopped out of the bus then walked towards the building.

It was quiet. Yuta knew that you're still sleepy so he kept the calming silence that embraced you both while entering the apartment building.

You expected that he'd say goodnight and enter his apartment first since it comes before yours, but to your surprise, he walked you to yours instead. He even waited until you opened the door. It's a small gesture but it means a lot; he really is a gentleman, huh?

"Thank you so much, Yuta." You smiled a bit tiredly as you faced him. "It's nothing. Sleep well, alright? You deserve it." He beamed, waving goodbye as he walked to his door.

As you were lying down your bed, that was when you suddenly realized.

Oh my god did I fall asleep on his shoulder?

Embarrassed by that thought, your eyes widened. He was probably uncomfortable the whole time and he probably hates you for it now. You were ashamed. Blaming yourself even though it was out of your control since you were asleep. You kept on overthinking while you stared at your ceiling; afraid that he'll start avoiding you just because of that one thing. Your heart was thumping but eventually, it calmed down once sleep was returning to you.

Yuta woke up early in the morning, being the early bird he is, and made himself breakfast (if you consider opening three packs of onigiri from 7/11 making breakfast). He's done with decorating his new home, it was what he was doing for the past few days, and now he's finally done. After eating, he went ahead and sat down on his couch, realizing that he absolutely has nothing else to do today. If he went out, where would he go? If he stayed at home, what will he do?

He sighed silently as he ended up scrolling through his phone. A thought crossed his mind, out of nowhere he wondered if you're free today. He doesn't know how he would approach you. Make too much popcorn again? No, it would be an obvious excuse already. Yuta spent a good thirteen minutes trying to come up with something. Why can't he just knock on your door and say hello you may ask? Well... Even he doesn't know. He definitely wants to talk to you again but he can't bring himself to make the first move. Though the popcorn thing was accidental, he'll do it again as a last resort if can't think of anything else.

And what a surprise, he did.

He cooked popcorn. Again. Because he has zero courage as of now to just walk to your door, knock, and say hi. So yeah he cooked too much popcorn again.

He was nervously standing in front of your door with the bowl in his hands, pacing back and forth as he tried to calm down and gather all the confidence in this world. He halted his pacing, returning to his initial position. He inhaled deeply, exhaling the air he just breathed in slowly. Finally raising his hand to knock on your door.

"Hey." "Hi, so uh—" "Yes I can help you with the popcorn." You laughed and he smiled widely. You invited him inside the two of you plopped down on your couch. "Popcorn at 10 AM?" You questioned. "I wanted a snack..." He laughed sheepishly and it was adorable. "Do you want to watch a movie?" You suggested. Yuta nodded before giving a response. "If you don't mind, sure."

"What do you wanna watch?" "Cartoons?" "That's sounds great." You chuckled before grabbing the remote that was resting on top of your coffee table, turning the television on as you switched through channels until it landed on cartoon network. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy your company. Everything just instantly clicked between the both of you; none of you were uncomfortable. It was just like two best friends hanging out with eachother.

With your eyes fixated on the television that was playing a re-run of adventure time, you reached for the bowl that Yuta placed on a pillow between the two of you. Instead of feeling the texture of popcorn under your touch, you felt something softer— it wasn't popcorn, it was a hand. Your eyes darted immediately on the bowl, involuntarily moving your gaze to the man beside you. It was cliche, very cliche. He was already looking at you. Both of your eyes locked gazes, everything in the background faded— the sound coming from the television gradually became inaudible, the whole room seemed to be blurred out; your focus was on him as his focus was on you. His eyes, they truly were enchanting. They were beautiful. Very beautiful. They glimmered as if millions of galaxies were inside them; a twinkle that was composed of gazillions of stars and celestial bodies.

Is this why you like him? Is it all because of his eyes that appear to be made out of stardust? His smile? His character? All of the above?

Your heart was racing, you could clearly hear your heartbeat and it sounded like someone was speed running their drum practice. "I'm sorry." You apologized quietly as you retracted your hand, averting your gaze to the other side of the room. The heat from your cheeks is probably hot enough to be able to fry an egg.

Awkwardness clouded the room and the both of you didn't like it. Both were trying to find a way to try and lighten up the atmosphere, wanting to sweep the scene earlier under the carpet. "So... If you don't mind me asking, where will you work?" You asked with the only topic you managed to think of. "Oh I'll be working on the building in front of the convenience store where we met once. I actually came there for an interview that day." Yuta calmly spoke, internally thanking you that you changed the focus of the moment. "It's not that far from the library I work at then." You chuckled.

"Well then we'll might see eachother more often." He stated with a small smile. "That wouldn't be a surprise anymore." The two of you laughed. The show on the television slowly became nothing but a background noise as you and Yuta talked comfortably with eachother. Evaporating the once present awkwardness once you both managed to shift the topic.

As time continued to pass by, you checked your phone and saw that it was almost past lunch time— around two in the afternoon. Yet the two of you were still talking and joking around. The bowl that was filled with popcorn was now empty and the television was now turned off. You have spent almost half of the day hanging out with him.

"Are you hungry? I can cook lunch if you want even if it's already past lunch." You asked. "Ah isn't that too much? You did a lot of things for me already." "Yuta, it's you who did a lot if things for me already. Come on, you can help if you want." You smiled before heading to the kitchen with Yuta following behind you. "What do you want to eat?" You leaned forward on the kitchen counter, waiting for his answer. "You can decide." He replied. "Yeah that's the problem I have no idea—" He laughed at your response. "Adorable." He mumbled under his breath unnoticeably and inaudibly. "Pancakes?" He suggested. "Sounds great!" You went ahead and opened the kitchen cupboard to grab the pancake mix.

Yuta volunteered on cooking the pancakes after you made the batter. The first batch wasn't perfect, with half of them almost burnt. But the two of you laughed it off and the latter batches were better— still not perfect, but in the bright side, they're better. You sat down with him on your small dining table where Yuta sat across you. "Oh wait let me get the butter and syrup." You stood up again and approached the fridge, grabbing the stuff that was essential for eating pancakes, then sitting back down. "Here let me have the failed ones—" "No no no, let's share them."

You took a bite right after spreading a light amount of butter and drizzling syrup on top of the pancakes the two of you made. "It's not that bad." You commented. "Hey hey, don't speak when your mouth is full." Yuta scolded you albeit in a playful way. The room was filled by this sweet and comforting aroma and just like the pancakes, the whole moment with Yuta was warm and soft. The two of you were eating while chatting with one another; not running out of different things to talk about. And you like it. As you always told yourself, you like talking to Yuta. It was like finally being able to lie down on your bed after a long day. That's exactly what it feels like.

"I've been here the whole day, I'm sorry you didn't get to rest properly..." He said apologetically, scratching the back of his neck. "I enjoyed it, Yuta. It's alright." You assured him as the both of you were standing outside your apartment's door, exchanging goodbyes as it was 5 PM already and he insisted he'll leave to give you some more rest. "If you don't mind, is it ok if I ask you for something?" Yuta wished that his voice didn't display the nervousness he was feeling. "Sure go on." You smiled.

"Can I have your number?" He blushed unnoticeably. He didn't know where the sudden courage came from. Was it from the pancakes or was it from the way you always looked so invested to whatever he was saying? Who knows. But he did. He asked for your number. It wasn't what you were expecting so it was given that you would be shocked. "Yeah sure no problem." You said calmly when your inner self is literally freaking out this very moment.

After successfully exchanging phone numbers, the two of you went inside your respective apartments. Both were looking on the newly added contact in your phones with a wide smile.

"YOU GOT HIS NUMBER NOW?!" You quickly covered Taeil's mouth with your hand. Apologizing to the people who were disturbed with your friend's sudden exclaim. Although you and Yuta weren't together yesterday, that didn't mean you would stop talking to eachother. You became textmates and it was funny because you still talked with him for almost the whole day. "Taeil we work at a library be quiet." You scolded him in a low voice, slowly removing your hand on top of his mouth. He cleared his throat and fixed his posture before fanboying silently.

"So when's the wedding." He teased. "We're probably just friends." "Just friends? Girl, it's clear you're both into eachother." "What if he's just friendly?" "And what if he likes you?" Taeil raised an eyebrow at you, somehow confident about his stand. "That's impossible." Was all you manage to say before walking away and disappearing in the aisles of shelves. It took you thirty minutes to returne the books left somewhere by some customers back to their respective places.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and the first thing that greeted you was the message displayed on your lockscreen. "Hello~ how are you?" A grin formed on your lips when you read the message and saw who it was from. You replied that you were alright before returning the question to him. You walked back to the front desk with your eyes glued on the screen of your phone, Taeil looked at you suspiciously once he saw the expression on your face. As you sat down on your chair, your dear friend was sneakily peeking over your shoulder, reading the messages that were being exchanged. Taeil knows he shouldn't do that. It's bad to be nosy yes but he can't help it. He's curious as to what or who made you all smiles and rainbows.

"Just date already." You jumped from your seat, startled by the comment of your friend who you didn't even know was right behind you, peering over your shoulder. Slapping the man softly on his shoulder as you turned your phone off before placing it on the counter. "He likes you. He definitely does." Taeil stated with confidence. "You don't know that—" "Why did he put a heart when he said he's alright too then?" You couldn't say anything, mainly because you don't know what else do you say with his point. Your phone lit up, a new message was received. You grabbed your phone then read what it said: "Can I stop by later at lunch?"

"Say yes—" "Shh, yes I will don't worry." "Omg I'm finally going to meet him." Taeil covered his mouth dramatically at the realization while you replied to Yuta's text, saying yes and giving the details of your location. "Don't you dare say anything weird." You looked him in the eyes and all he did was flash you this stupidly wide smile. He's definitely going to say something weird to your neighbor.

The more you look at the time, the more nervous you feel. This is not the first time you saw him (obviously), but there was something about the setting that makes your heart thump as if you just ran a marathon. Other than that, you're nervous over what Taeil is going to do or say. You know, just like those times where you're going to introduce your significant other to your parents, more specifically your father. Taeil is your second dad anyways, so it's valid for you to feel this way— right? But just to be clear, you're not thinking that Yuta is your significant other; at least not yet.

Wait what am I even thinking? You questioned yourself internally.

Checking the time for the hundredth time already, a notification popped up. "I'm almost there ♡ " You got flustered at the sight of the heart, what Taeil said earlier echoed in your mind. Why would he put a heart? It means nothing. It's just his style of texting that's all. You convinced yourself, not wanting to assume things. You looked at your left side to see Taeil practicing different facial expressions, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight, what is he doing? "Taeil, what are you—" "I'm practicing how stern should I look when I talk to him." He said as if he was your actual father. "He's not even my boyfriend." "Yet. He's not your boyfriend yet."

Yep, he really does sound like a dad.

The entrance door opened and it caught both of your attentions. Instantly looking at the door simultaneously to see if it was him, and it was. You didn't see him earlier on your way to work, so this is the first time you'll see him today, leaving you in awe. In contrast to the casual Yuta you kept on seeing, he was wearing this semi formal attire. The fabric of his black button up shirt slightly hugged his upper body, his hair was swept to the side neatly. He looked insanely handsome and you felt butterflies fluttering their wings in your stomach. Once he saw you, he flashed his infamous smile and it was contagious. He approached the front desk, saying a quiet and shy greeting.

You greeted back of course, internally swooning over this look of his that you only saw today, trying to contain yourself from being too obvious that you were wonderstruck. "Oh and Yuta, this is my friend, Ta—" "Hi I'm Taeil it's nice to finally meet you. She talks about you a lot." He shaked his hands and you stared at Taeil with wide eyes. Damn he really just throw you under the bus that fast. A brief chuckle escaped Yuta's lips while the tips of his ears were having this pinkish hue; clearly showing that he got flustered. "It's nice to meet you too." He grinned at Taeil.

"I brought food by the way! Although I'm so sorry because I didn't get an extra sandwich." Yuta stated, apologizing to your friend as he handed you a paper bag. Taeil said that he shouldn't worry about it, let's be honest here, that's not what your friend wants with your neighbor.

"So where do you work?" Uh oh, he's starting question and answer segment now. "I work at Lovera. It's pretty close. A ten minute walk if I'm not wrong." Yuta answered. Minutes have passed and Taeil was just bombarding him with questions yet Yuta answered them as if he didn't mind. You did scold Taeil here and there for some of the questions but Yuta just laughed them all off. The three of you had a great time, even though you just listened to the two boys talking. You could tell that he's leaving a good impression on Taeil.

Yuta had to leave and go back to work after staying there for a while. "If you're not going to date him, I will." Taeil joked and you laughed loudly, apologizing later on for the sudden outburst.

Just like that, it was already time for you to clock out; time seemingly got faster everyday. You were fixing your things when your phone lit up. Another message from Yuta was displayed. "Let's go home together!♡ " You smiled uncontrollably at the sight. "I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/N)." Taeil waved goodbye and you nodded as a response before he exited the building. It didn't take that long for Yuta to text you again, saying that he's already there, cutely waving at you from outside once you glanced at him. You bet he bumped into Taeil on his way here. "How was your first day?" You asked as soon as you left the building, starting to walk with him with to your destination which was of course, the bus stop. "I had fun. Though it was only training, I enjoyed it." He enthusiastically shared. "Yours?" "Oh it's just the same." You chuckled.

As you sauntered with Yuta peacefully, you looked up, gazing at the sky. The scenery was extraordinary, it had a magical feeling. He glanced at you, adoration was written all over his face when he saw the reflection of the stars on the night sky twinkling in your eyes.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight, don't you think?" He said softly. "It does. Everything does." You replied. "Mhm, you're right. Even you are beautiful." It made you freeze on the spot, making you look at him with wonder and as did he. Yuta exhaled shakily, he suddenly became nervous because of what he impulsively said. But since it has already come into this situation, he thought now is the time that it'll be worth the try.

"I'm sorry that just..." He breathed in, hesitating to say it but he still did. "Can I take you out for dinner some time?" He licked his lips as an act of nervousness, the anticipation over your answer was nerve-wracking for him. It was a simple question but it had a strong impact on you. You blinked repeatedly, making sure that none of this was a dream.

"I'd love that." You finally spoke, your voice was quiet but it was loud enough for him to hear. Yuta was relieved, the fear he had disappeared once he heard your answer. "Thank you." He smiled. The cold night wind blew and it made everything— the moment, the experience, the feeling, much more breathtaking.

A total of five weeks have passed and the relationship between you and Yuta was unlike any other. It felt more warm, it felt more like home.

Today, he took you out on a cute little picnic date near a river. He told you to bring one of your telescopes and you did. The sky was already transitioning from the bright orange hues to a dark blue, the stars started to become visible as each second passes, and the moon was already rising in the east. "Do you like it? This little treat of mine?" Yuta asked as he was laying down on your lap, soothingly combing his hair with your fingers. "I do. Thank you. I appreciate the efforts you put into this." You smiled warmly. "Oh look, the moon is so pretty." He pointed at the sky and you glanced at what he was referring to.

"Yuta." "Hm?" "I have a question." "Why do you always say that? Like do you just like the moon in general or—?" You laughed softly.

"Well... In Japan, if you say that to someone." He sat up from his position earlier. Turning around to face you and hold your hand.

"It's something like a poetic and subtle way to confess or say you love someone." He continued looking down to hide that he was blushing. His statement made you feel this romantic exhilaration, amused at what it meant.

"If that's the case then I love you too."

Yuta raised his head and his eyes met yours. Just like the first day you saw him, his eyes still had the same twinkle. You love him. You really do. And he loves you too. There was just something that pulled the two of you together as if you're soulmates. As if the stars aligned themselves for two people to eventually become eachother's universe.

There are billions of stars and gazillions of galaxies in this neverending universe. But if you were to choose, he is your favourite. He is the one you adore the most.

LONDON; KIM JUNGWOO

kim jungwoo x reader

An abrupt end left you in what you thought would be everlasting sadness. A trip to London managed to battle your shadows for a while, but you met your first love that drifted away.

genre: slight angst, hurt/comfort, non idol au, fluff at the end, open ending (kind of????)

warnings: was only slightly proofread so i apologize for any grammatical mistakes and misspellings. flow might also be too fast or smth idk im sorry

words: 3.7k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil

a/n: hello! this is my entry for @moonsclover's beautiful wounds collab! i really hope i did well with the concept but this was fun for me to write<3 i listened to London by Yerin Baek and I got the mood of this fic from there^^ it has an open ending but it suggests a happy one of course! it's up to you how you would want them to be with eachother once again.

Summer was warm and refreshing just like him. Since he was a new face, he was shy at first but soon enough, he showed how lovable he was. Jungwoo never failed to make you laugh, he was always the reason why there was a smile displayed on your face everyday.

You spent a lot of time with eachother, he always sat next to you during lunch and he always walked you home. The dynamic was unexpected considering that you were known to be this gloomy person, but Jungwoo managed to change that and it was a change that you didn't hesitate to accept. From strangers to friends, it felt like a life-changing experience knowing him.

He made you happy and he made you fall for his charms.

"Jungwoo what are you doing?" You chuckled when you saw him shaking the vending machine just outside the cafeteria. "The chips I bought for us is stuck. I even tried to buy something above it but it didn't help." Jungwoo pouted just as he explained the situation. You approached him, patting his back with a smile on your face, thinking to yourself that he's so adorable. "It's alright. How about we eat the sandwiches I made instead?" "I'd love that." His pout turned into this wide grinned that beamed brightly and it made your heart flutter from the scene.

It was spring when you confessed and he admitted that he felt the same. There, a relationship bloomed along with the flowers; a beautiful beginning, an innocent start. He showered you with his affection. He showed his love in many admirable ways. Jungwoo tells you he loves you religiously everyday and it never failed to make you blush intensely. You felt like your love meter was going to break because of the amount he gives. Of course, you made sure to show off much you loved him too. The way you would always bake him cookies or buy him unexpected gifts was enough for Jungwoo to fall deeper in the depths of love that he likes to call as "you". He adores you to an extent, he always wanted to make you feel special because of it.

Jungwoo always embraced you and it was soft. It felt like home. He is your home. You never want to leave his comfort and he assured you that he would never let you go.

You felt something was being placed on your head. You looked up to see Jungwoo carefully placing a crown made up of flowers with his delicate hands. "Hm? What's this?" You asked. "I made it! A flower crown just for my flower." He cheerfully said and it made you chuckle. "That's not all I have for you though." Jungwoo mentioned and it piqued your curiosity. "Tada~" the boy pulled out a necklace with a daisy pendant out of his pocket, his grin got wider as he put it on you, gently pulling your hair out of the loop to let the chain rest on your neck properly. "As expected. It suits you so much, I'm happy." You blushed, the tint on your cheeks became even redder once he wrapped his arms around you.

Autumn came and just like the leaves on the tree, the relationship has wilted. He left you all alone when he promised he wouldn't. Just like the leaves on the ground everything was dead and empty. The promises he made were meaningless.

Slowly you started to go back to your old self. The gloominess engulfed you again and just like that...

It was already winter.

It was cold. It was lonely. The warmth you wished you had by your side wasn't there. The comfort you once had was nowhere to be found. The person you once called your home left you all alone in this freezing winter where the coldest winds cruelly blows.

Years have passed yet the wound was still fresh as if it was from yesterday. Everyday you wondered if you were the one to blame. He just left without a trace, leaving no tearful goodbyes or bittersweet kisses. As if he didn't even exist in the first place, he just vanished. At first you were concerned; what could've happened to your lover? Knowing that he couldn't even hurt a fly doesn't give you much peace of mind. Yet the concern faded away when you heard that he was ok from one of his friends in school.

"Oh Jungwoo? Yeah he's alright don't worry. He left the country with his parents. Didn't he say goodbye?" He didn't and it made you wonder if you meant something to him at all. Why did he forget about you? Was the "i love you" he'd shower you from time to time a joke? He promised he wouldn't leave you yet where is he now?

Since that day your eyes were just like a broken faucet. Tears would suddenly stream down your cheeks and it would be uncontrollable. You tried to forget but it was hard. Because it felt like you were played and at the same time it felt like it was your fault. You were lost in this depressing world, stepping on the glass-like fragments of your brokenheart; your feet bleeding from each step with your eyes getting numb from each tear that would drop. You loved him truly. You love him truly. Until this day the passionate love you had for him was still there but it was painful.

"What did I do... Why did you leave so suddenly, Kim Jungwoo?" You were looking for an answer that was impossible to have.

Recalling those memories made you break even more. Pieces of you were everywhere and it seemed impossible to fix. You were at your lowest point in life, on the edge of giving up. The depressive surrounding just became darker, the path was just filled with more of those broken shards of glass. No light was found, because it left you years ago. You wanted to give in to the void yet there was still this small piece of you that was keeping you alive. Is it hope? You would be lying to yourself if you said you never hoped that he'd come back, lighting up your world once more.

You still tried to make your self elated. You still tried to make everything better. The facade that you always put up in front of everyone else is the best you can do to make yourself feel happier. Hiding your troubles under a bright smile outside the darkness of your life is the only time you actually appear to be in bliss. You once thought that maybe you're being a little too harsh on yourself by refusing to make a step and move on. Maybe you need a break to forget the venomous thoughts that creeps in your head, even if it's just for a short period of time; a fresh new air to breathe, away from the origins of your dark clouds, far from the nightmares derived from your memories. A trip was what you had in mind, an escape from Seoul where everything haunts you. A two week long break will be enough, right? You asked yourself reluctantly, still having second thoughts about it, but you knew that you had to help yourself some how. So you continued your plan, proceeding to buy a two-way ticket to London and book a hotel room; the only thing left to do was to pack the stuff you need. In the midst of gathering your clothes and essentials, a silvery material fell on the floor and it twinkled in the corner of your eye because of how it reflected light. Eventually you looked closer and picked it up, the familiar pendant made your heart tighten. "As expected. It suits you so much, I'm happy." His soft voice echoed in your head and you were longing to hear it again. You bit your lip subtly, wondering on what will you do with this necklace. Throwing it crossed your mind yet your attachment issues already makes it obvious that you won't have the courage to do it. You held it tightly in your hand, your fist clenching the necklace you once wore everyday.

Your flight to London will be on the day after tomorrow and after an hour of packing, you can say that you're all good. The necklace ended up resting on top of your nightstand, your eyes fixated on it while you were sitting on the edge of your bed. You don't know what went inside your head when you stood up and reached for it. There was something urging you to wear it and well, you did. Your fingers played with the daisy pendant, for some reason this action gave you a sense of comfort. Perhaps the reason because of this is him. The reason is always him. Until now it's still him and you scold yourself for letting it stay this way, but you couldn't change.

And neither did he. Jungwoo couldn't change the fact that you never left his heart nor his mind. Leaving without a word was a decision that he regrets in every second of his life. He had no choice and he didn't have the time. His parents rushed him; fleeing the country was so sudden that until now it still shakes him up. Day by day, he was constantly worried and prayed that you're alright. The tears he shed when he was on the plane was probably enough to make a whole new ocean. Jungwoo was in pain as much as you were. He always wanted to come back because he never wanted to leave you in the first place, but his parents would always stop him and he doesn't have the heart to rebel against what they want. He still managed to be the Jungwoo that you once met but it felt so wrong, as if he was just forcing himself not to breakdown everyday, fighting the desire to reveal how fragile he is now in front of everyone else.

He knows that it'll have a major affect on you because he knows how the world looked like to you before he acted as your light that guided you through your darkness called depression. Jungwoo just wants to keep doing that, he wants to keep being your hope. He wants to keep you safe and hold your hand. He wants to assure you everything is alright while cradling you in his embrace.

"Hey Jungwoo, you alright there bud?" Jaehyun's voice brought him back to senses, making him gulp faintly before flashing a smile, "Yep I am." He nodded. "You sure? You looked too deep in your thoughts." The man who was sitting across him pointed out. "Yeah... Yeah I'm sure, Jae." Jungwoo reassured before looking outside the cafe's window. Rain was pouring, the surroundings dimmed down because of the grey clouds that swarmed the blue sky, and despite being inside, he can already feel that the breeze of the wind got colder. In times like this, Jungwoo would be under the covers with you, warming your bodies from the cold weather in eachother's arms and falling asleep due to the cozy moment. The man glanced at his cup of coffee, wrapping his hands on the warm cup; wishing that you were there instead, wishing that he was still there instead.

Today is the day you'll be able to get away from some of the shadows of the past. Your vacation leave from work got approved just now, receiving an email from your boss saying that it's all noted, even wishing you a safe trip and you replied in gratitude. Shutting your laptop down, you closed it before putting it inside your suitcase and you're now ready to leave.

Fast forward to your arrival at the London City Airport, the twelve hour flight kind of made your body feel strained and the jet lag was already kicking in. You already exited the airport, standing in line to wait for a taxi to bring you to the hotel you booked for your stay. Once you already got you taxi and you already got inside, you showed the directions to the driver as you were internally noting to yourself that thank god you can speak in english. The ride was quiet, the kind driver was quick to pick up that you were knackered from your flight that's why he decided to keep things silent, not bothering you with questions to have a small conversation during the ride. You were looking outside the window, in awe at the new architecture you're currently seeing. The streets seemed busy yet at the same time it was tranquil. Letting your eyes wander around the city somehow managed to make you feel light in a good way, the childlike amazement overtaking you for a while.

"Thank you..." You politely told the driver as you got out of the taxi and he grinned at you fondly in return before driving off. Breathing in the fresh new air that have zero traces of your painful recollections made you feel moderately lively. But would it last? Nevertheless, you decided to shake off the negative thoughts your anxiety is giving you. "I should be positive for once this time." You murmured to your own self before turning around to go inside the hotel, your suitcase trailing behind you. Once you entered the room you booked on the fifteenth floor, you gawked at it's extravagance; especially when you looked at the view outside the window. Well, you did pay quite a price for it and it didn't disappoint. It made you feel giddy for the first time in years, plopping down on the bed face down and you chuckled softly to yourself. Maybe a two week trip is all you really need after all.

For some reason you made a list of places to visit after you took a nap to shake off the jet lag. As soon as you woke up, you heard your stomach grumble from hunger and so you fixed yourself before grabbing your purse that had your keycard, phone, and wallet. There was a restaurant nearby and you thought of checking it out, letting your feet lead you to your destination. Entering the place, the aroma and ambiance greeted you as if you were an old friend and you enjoyed it. The interior was simple yet at the same time, alluring. You went ahead to stand in line, counting how many people were in front of you to know when is your turn. Your eyes were exploring the surroundings however it suddenly became attached to someone exiting the restaurant who looked too familiar. You had no idea if your mind was just playing with you but the person did look like him. Your mood shifted, your head was clouded by questions. Was it him? Is it actually him? Closing your eyes, you shook them out of your brain. It can't be him, right?

The meal you had was amazing but what you saw kept replaying on your mind over and over again like a television that was rewinding on its own. Now it made you think, "Is he here?". It felt impossible, there is absolutely no way. You convinced yourself that it's just a small hallucination your brain decided to conjure and yet it seemed so real. It wouldn't happen again, right? Wrong. The next day you swore that you think you actually saw him when you went to buy coffee before heading to a nearby park. In spite of the many years that passed, his features were still etched in your mind and that's what made you confident that it looks exactly like your past lover. You just brushed it off because the more you think of it, the more the dark cloud above your head is returning; your past is haunting you again. You didn't want to mess up the seemingly good days for you.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when on the following day, there were no signs of "him" or any illusion of him. Were you just overcomplicating things? Overthinking it, even.

Although it wasn't just you. For two days straight, Jungwoo thought that he was seeing things from the corner of his eyes; he thought that he was catching glimpses of you twice. But the authenticity of these two moments were unknown to the both of you. The coincidence was brushed off, thinking that they were just false images caused by the yearning of the other's comfort.

Today marks your fifth day in London. Yesterday you took a stroll in the city, stopping by at some shops that caught your interest, and coming back to your hotel room tired, resulting in a good night's rest. Your plan for today was to buy some stuff at a local supermarket and stay at the comfort of the hotel. It may seem like a boring plan when you could go out and explore the city again but you wanted to take a relax for now.

You splashed water on your face at the bathroom sink, drying it with a face towel. Eventually you looked in the mirror and stared at the sight you see. The last time you did this, you saw that you were pale with sunken eyes. As if your life was drained from your whole body and now it was slowly improving. You don't look dead. You don't look alive either but you definitely look better than before. Is this a sign for you to move on? You exhaled an exasperated breath, stubbornly holding on to your false hopes, gripping onto the edge of the sink tightly before loosening it slowly. The past few days for you were good so far; excluding the ghostly sightings of what you thought was forever gone. Negative thoughts were absent, it was all clear skies and you want to make the most of it. You know that once you go back home to Seoul, you'll be back in the dark corners of your head, back to your old self because almost everything makes you think of him. Almost everything reminds you of him. That's why as much as possible, you want to keep things positive while you're in an almost different world.

You left the bathroom to wear your jacket, putting your phone and wallet in your jean's pocket. Walking out of your hotel room and to the elevator. You waited patiently for it to arrive. When it did you went inside and pressed the button for the ground floor, stepping out to the lobby once the elevator made a small 'ding', signaling that you already reached the floor you chose. The supermarket wasn't that far, in fact it was of walking distance. Walking inside, the ambiance completely differs from the one outside; it wasn't busy, it was quiet. The only notable sounds are the beeping of the barcode scanners and the soft music playing in the background. You went ahead and grabbed a cart, leaning forward on the handle as you went around to browse the store. Going to a few aisles to grab some snacks and drinks. After that you were basically aimlessly roaming around for a few more minutes, casually taking a peek on the aisles you didn't go to while pushing the cart in front of you.

A sudden force that made a loud clank almost sent you backwards. You wanted to be mad but at the same time you were also at fault for not paying any attention to where you were going. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—" a voice of a man apologized. His voice was soft and it gave you goosebumps. You looked at him and saw that he was looking down, fixing some of the things in his cart that had tumbled over due to the impact. "No it's alright, I wasn't paying attention to where I was—" You halted, your lips parting further while your shoulders dropped subconsciously, relaxing your tensed muscles as the man who hit your cart with his raised his head.

Your body felt weak, your heart felt weak. You felt like breaking down here and now, and so does he. For a while you just stared at eachother in disbelief.

"This isn't real, right? You're not here... You can't be here. No this isn't..." You refused to believe and you refused to cry over something that wasn't true. Jungwoo mimicked the way your mouth was slightly agape because of the shocking encounter. So I wasn't seeing things? He thought in his head. The woman he loved so much was right in front of him after unwillingly leaving her behind. Destiny was playful enough to make the two of you meet in such an unexpected moment.

"You're still beautiful." He whispered audible enough for you to hear, making you feel more frail at his words— it wasn't the response you wanted but it was the response you didn't think you needed. Jungwoo didn't hesitate in engulfing you in his arms and you didn't hesitate in melting into the embrace you craved for so long. It wasn't something your brains made up. Jungwoo was here. You can feel his warmth. He has you in his embrace. This isn't a hallucination. After all these years, you both felt eachother's warmth in the freezing cold winter wind that blew harshly. Slowly you could feel the cold and dark atmosphere disperse in the air.

"And I still love you." Jungwoo choked on his words as he broke down crying, holding onto you tightly and you did the same.

Sure this isn't the most ideal thing to do in a local supermarket, but as simple as the place was— it was what made it more unreal and unnatural. It made it seem like a dream and it's a dream that has finally came true. You sniffled, burying your face on his chest. Your tears were staining the material of the baby blue sweatshirt he was wearing. "Don't leave. Please don't leave me again. Please, Jungwoo..." You pleaded. A part of you was still not convinced that this was reality, telling you that it's pathetic to even say those words but you didn't care. You could feel his warmth. You weren't alone.

Your plead made Jungwoo tighten his embrace, not tight enough to restrict you from breathing but tight enough to let you know that he doesn't want to let you go. Never again.

BANDAID; LEE DONGHYUCK

troublemaker!lee donghyuck x reader

the continuation of exception, wherein Lee Donghyuck asked you out the help of his friend's suggestion.

genre: fluff, non-idol au, highschool au, slight crack, short fic

warnings: haechan lmao just kidding, ONLY SLIGHTLY PROOFREAD IM SO SORRY

words: 1.6k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @jeonqquk @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @gu-nil

dedicated to: @gu-nil and the anon who was wondering if im considering to make a part two of my supposed oneshot haechan fic! i did this for the both of you<3

a/n: i highly recommend reading exception first before this fic!

"Wait wait wait— Hold on, dude. What?" Mark said confused, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly gaping at his friend's declaration.

"I think I like her!" "No wait I don't 'think' I like her, I actually like her." "I LEGIT DO I SWEAR—" Donghyuck grabbed the older boy by his shoulders and started shaking him back and forth. "I am not doubting you just stOP SHAKING ME, HYUCK." And with that, Donghyuck did stop, his hands were still on Mark's shoulders and the two boys were just looking at eachother. It was like one of those scenes in an anime or in a cartoon where the animation suddenly turns into a very basic version of the original one, accompanied by a long awkward silence in a comical sense.

"How did you even come to that conclusion?" He asked the choco ball in front of him (yes that choco ball is Donghyuck). "Because I can't annoy her. I can't get her to be mad at me if you get what I mean. Unlike the others she's just chill. She's just... She's too much of an angel." He answered, his voice was gradually softening.

"And every time I had to make it up to her after the many failed attempts I did in the past, I'm surprised that I know her favorite snack are choco pies and her favorite beverage is the raspberry iced tea you can get at the vending machine for a song." He uttered. "That she tends to clasp her hands together when she's shy or nervous and that she has the habit of swinging her feet when sitting down and it's adorable, by the way—" Donghyuck continued, eventually listing every detail he didn't realize he knew about you. His words just slipped out if his lips effortlessly, there is no deception in them; they were true. Mark smiled at the sight of this Donghyuck. It was different from the chaotic one he always sees. One look at the boy's face and you'll already know that he means it when he said he likes you. "So... Are you gonna do something about that or what?"

That made Donghyuck think. The boy touched his chin using his thumb and his index finger as he squinted his eyes. When the realization hit him hard like a baseball bat yesterday, he still hasn't think of what will he do. "Should I ask her out?" He asked. "Well, yeah sure I guess you can do that. Just walk up to her and ask if she wants to grab coffee with you or something." Mark told Donghyuck. "That's sounds too boring. Why would I ask her to grab coffee with me when I can take her to an amusement park or something." Donghyuck complained. "It was only an example—" "You suck at giving examples then." The older boy looked into the distance, gazing at a nonexistent camera as if he was in the office for a moment before returning his eyes on Donghyuck. "Just go and do it, alright?" He said before patting the top of the younger boy's head.

Since first period he can't get you out of his mind, preoccupied by daydreams on how should he approach you. He had no problems on approaching you before but now that he has this feeling for you, it suddenly sent anxiety to every nerve of his body. This was the first time he ever felt like this. It was a foreign experience.

When his fourth class was dismissed, he happened to walk by the classroom of your section. He slowed down— sneakily taking a peek inside and he saw you looking outside the window. Donghyuck stopped, ending up standing in front one of the classroom's doors with his hands inside the pocket of his mustard yellow hoodie. The feeling of someone's eyes on you made you look straight at the door as if you already had an idea where your tingles are sensing it. Donghyuck was frozen, embarrassed that he was caught staring but when you waved your hand in a small manner, his frozen state melted down. He took one hand out of his pocket and waved back. The loud ringing of the school's bell interrupted the small moment. He didn't want to leave yet, but he knows he should as another (and the last) class is about to start. Since when did he ever care about attending class? He never did of course, but he enjoys the feeling of daydreaming in a period of time where he should be focusing on something else; it's not like he minds if he got scolded about it. The boy flashed a small smile before leaving and a grin crept its way onto your lips.

It amazed you that he becomes this completely different person when it comes to you; he wasn't this "asshole" everyone labelled him as. Usually, he was snarky around everyone; bossy sometimes as well. He likes messing around. He likes creating ruckus whether it be with a certain person or the entirety of the world. You received a lot of warnings in your first day that he liked to cause trouble; annoying people was his sole purpose in this world as they would put it. Well yeah sure maybe he did mess up your notes once, spilled paint on your uniform that took weeks to remove and tried to blame you for the small explosion that happened in the science lab, but you weren't mad. Your classmates were confused why you weren't mad. Donghyuck was confused why you weren't mad. You were taking everything well and maybe it's because you found him cute despite his efforts of trying to have this badass image.

The hoodies he wears have bears embroidered in them, the pencil he uses had those cute prints that are usually found in children's pencils, and his phone case was painted by his younger sibling. Even if you wanted to be angry, you don't think you can. Not when he looks like he came straight from those "soft boy moodboards". Not to mention, he was like a clingy child to his friends. All you see is a boy who is trying to enjoy his youth as much as he can (though that does not excuse his "asshole" behaviour with others).

Even though your friends are weirded out by your logic, you're just too ashamed to share to them that you have a crush on, apparently, the school's number one pain in the ass.

Suddenly you remembered that you haven't actually expressed your gratitude to the boy who gave a bandaid with bears on them and you thought that maybe now is your time to make it up to him after all the snacks and drinks he bought you out of guilt. Time was ticking and the teacher at the front was busy teaching as you took noted down important information. Seconds became minutes but the both of them just passed by. The next thing you were doing was gathering the courage to walk up to him. How do I say thank you? Why am I nervous I'm just going to say thank you. You told yourself while you were walking through the busy hall filled with students rushing to leave the school grounds, a bag of chips and a can of coffee in your hands.

As if yesterday repeated itself, the collision of two bodies made a moderately strong impact. Unlike what happened last time, both didn't end up thrown on the ground. It just caught the two people off guard. "Hey watch it—" Donghyuck shut his mouth immediately when he recognized the person to be you; the switch for his attitude seemingly turned off. "(Y/N)! God we really need to stop meeting like this. Are you alright?" He chuckled slightly before asking you with concern in his voice. "I'm fine. Don't worry, Hyuckie." You assured. Hyuckie??? The boy felt his soul escaping his body for a moment just to jump around and panic over the nickname. For a good amount of time, the two of you were just standing there. No one had the intention of walking away or saying goodbye because both people had something else to say.

"Do you want to grab coffee with me?—"

"Do you remember the bandaid?—"

The both of you were staring at eachother with a shocked expression as you both spoke at the exact same time. At this point, the hall was almost empty and it was just you and Donghyuck left in the middle of it. You were flustered, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and Donghyuck can feel the same thing. Not because you asked if he remembers the bandaid he gave you yesterday, but because he can't believe he actually blurted those words out of his mouth. For the mean time, the atmospheric was awkward, not until you gave him an answer.

"I'd love to." You replied shyly. Donghyuck's eyes widened, "REALLY? I mean uhm... really?" He asked with giddiness. "Yes really." You chuckled.

"Can you uh hold on for a second?" "Yeah sure, Hyuck."

Donghyuck proceeded to run all over the hall, doing jumps every once in a while. He was like a child that had too much energy and it made you laugh. He stopped in front of you and cleared his throat, an uncontrollable smile plastered on his face. "So what about the bandaid?"

"I just wanted to say thank you and I also want to give you this as well." You said as you handed the bag of chips and the can of coffee to the boy. "Oh it's no biggie, you didn't have to get me these. But thank you as well." Donghyuck smiled and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Let's go to a nearby cafe tomorrow after school?"

"That sounds great, Hyuckie."

"Alright I'll see you then."

He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot even after you left, leaving Mark with a lot of keyboard smashed text messages from the boy.

DEAR J.; JUNG JAEHYUN

songwriter!jaehyun x bestfriendandlyricist!reader

You watched him fall in love with her slowly, resulting for an unexpected rose that bloomed because of your unreciprocated feelings.

genre: angst, short fic, best friend au, hanahaki disease au

warnings: mention of death, slight gore(?), things may be happening too fast, THIS IS ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE ><

words: 8.9k+ words

tags: @jwoos-colored @mmarrie @neotechhsworld @je4nsv @bbjisungg @angel-hyuckie @trashlord-007 @joker0705

dedicated to: @kjpmin

It was an obscure feeling. You felt it every time you were around him. Was it because of how he styled his hair? The way he dressed? The way he would furrow his eyebrows in concentration while writing a song or was it because you were in love with your best friend?

That's right, you're in love with the dork you became close with in junior high and even though you tried to get rid of it, it's obvious that you failed. Where do we even start with Jung Jaehyun? Where do we even start with this man that has it all. A goofy and warm personality, a well mind, an adorable smile and a face that is one of a kind. It never occurred in your mind that you would develop such feelings. You never thought that you would love your closest friend. He pursued a career in songwriting while you became a lyricist. The two of you would work together often; sometimes Jaehyun would joke around with the lyrics and sometimes you would play with the beats he made, singing a random tune and jokingly singing it off-key. Those were some of the good moments you both share when you guys work together. He had the talent and you knew he had a lot of passion in it. The way his eyes sparkled every time a song he wrote came to life. He adored it and you adored him.

You realized that you have fallen when a pleasant feeling surrounds your chest in every little thing he does such as when he would scrunch his nose, fix his hair, and fiddle with his fingers. It was a dangerous move to love him more than as a friend, but it was a move you were willing to do. And with that dangerous move, it'll cost your heart.

You and Jaehyun worked at the same studio and you watched as he fell in love everyday with the intern who arrived just a week before. You knew it was love at first sight because with just a glance from your lovestruck eyes, you knew they instantly fell in love; you were familiar with the first realization a person has when they fancy someone. It was painful but who were you to feel bitter about it? You're his best friend and that's all you're ever going to be. Jealousy wanted to make it's way to your but you didn't let it consume you; in the end, who were you to feel that way? It was hard since you see their interactions five times a week. Their actions said it all, their eyes were telling the words they couldn't say to eachother. You watched as they get closer, wanting to confess their feelings while your feelings for him was nothing but a tacenda. The once pleasant and joyous feeling in your heart was soon replaced by affliction.

He approached you for advice here and then. It was funny that you were helping him be with another girl when all you wanted was for him to be yours. You even helped him with the song he plans on using to confess to her, and well, you thought of doing the same. While your best friend fell in love, you also made your own confession; a song that will convey the unspoken love of your aching heart but you have no intentions of showing it to him. You're only doing it just to help lift the weight off of your shoulders.

However you soon started to notice an itch to your throat that became worse day by day. You took medicine, hoping it would work; but it just didn't go away. It wasn't until one morning when you coughed up blood accompanied by a single rose petal, chuckling bitterly as you confirmed that he truly did love her and it wasn't just a some fling that would disperse in thin air. You caught the disease of unreciprocated love but you accepted it with open arms. You had no plans on telling him nor anyone; you'd rather keep it to yourself. Slowly, it wasn't just black ink that was on your lyric paper. In every cough you did there was at least small amount of blood splatters that stained the white paper crimson red.

You wrote everyday as you kept yourself away from others, stuck in the darkness of your own home, pouring the unkept confessions in a piece of paper. Once the song was finished, it was filled with your melancholic words. The lyrics itself acted as your letter to him.

There was a cure for your illness and that was through surgery and reciprocated love; although you already knew that the latter will never happen, even in your wildest dreams. He was like the end of the universe, he was unreachable. You considered having the surgery but you decided against it. This fatal love you have for your best friend is also your most cherished experience. Loving him felt euphoric before the despair washed you away like a giant wave. The same question keeps on popping up in your head; "why can't you do it for yourself?" and it was because your answer was always him.

The sore throat just felt like hell. You feel like the coughing is slowly reducing your blood count as the flower that continues to grow inside you begins to suffocate you in the most delicate way. You've been absent at the studio for over a week already but it seemed like Jaehyun paid no mind. It seemed like he was already happy and busy with his lover that he didn't even notice your absence. You're still his best friend after all. Did he really just forgot about you? In the midst of your depressing days bedridden and exhausted from your pain, another dear friend of yours, who also worked at the studio, paid you a visit. You swore you felt alive when you thought it was him. You hoped that it was him before you opened the door, but that glimpse of liveliness died down when it wasn't the face you were wishing it to be. "(Y/N) you look horrible! What happened to you?" The concerned voice of Wendy echoed through the soulless home just as her gaze . She looked around until she finally saw the mess. The petals and small stains of blood were everywhere: on the floor, on the bed and on the carpet. Wendy instantly knew what was wrong and with that, she asked a question that was answered immediately by your swollen eyes looking at her; and the question was: "Is it Jaehyun?"

She immediately took you to the hospital but all the doctor said was it's too late. The doctor said the flower is about to bloom in a few hours, it was pretty much impossible to do the surgery on your condition now. He also stated that the flower was growing quite rapidly, it was unusual, he said. It was three times faster than the normal growth and he it was unknown why because of the lack of information and studies with your disease; it just showed how fatal your love for him truly was. You didn't feel too surprised by the news because in the days that you were just locked in your room, you have accepted everything. You have accepted that the reason you're going to die is because of love.

The doctor suggested for you to be admitted at the hospital but refused. If you were going to die today, you don't want to burden people with your hospital bills. If you were going to die then you thought you should just die in the comfort of your own home. Wendy tried to talk you out of your decision but in the end, she couldn't change your mind. She drove you home and once she pulled up in front of your house you saw his figure sitting on your front porch, Jung Jaehyun.

You wanted to feel extremely glad because of his presence but all you felt was weakness, the fragility of your life. Jaehyun felt more concerned as he saw the sight of your paleness. Your eyes that once shined are now empty and sunken. He was already concerned the first day you didn't show up at work but he never got the time to check up on you. Solely because of work and well, his girlfriend. Jaehyun wanted to tell you that they're finally official but you stopped attending work. He wanted to express how happy he was and how thankful he is because without your help, he doesn't think he would be able to confess. But now as he looks at your current state, he felt guilty. Jaehyun wished he visited you sooner if he knew that you were in this vulnerable state.

Wendy helped you to get off of her car delicately, holding you as if you could collapse any moment now. "What happened, (Y/N)?" Jaehyun uttered, his baritone voice displayed his worry. "It's—" your attempt at answering hurt, all you were able to do was croak out one word. "It's nothing, Jaehyun." Wendy answered him for you. "What do you mean by it's nothing!? She literally looks like she's dying." He exclaimed a bit loudly; without knowing that it was all because of him. "Tell me what's wrong with her right now." Jaehyun demanded. When an argument between the two of your friends was about to start, a violent cough came out from your throat, almost choking on the blood and petals that you proceeded to spew and it caught them off guard. Jaehyun quickly aided you, his hands rested on your shoulders as he stood beside your rather infirm figure. However you felt too... tired. You could feel it, the gradual growth of the flower is taking over. Gasping for air as the plant constricts your airflow, you clutched onto Jaehyun's arm shakily. You knew it was painful, but you weren't ready for this excruciating pain.

Months have passed and he couldn't move on. The moment you clutched onto his arm that day, he felt a piece of him shatter. They immediately drove you to the hospital that day but you didn't make it halfway through. You were in his arms, the pretty red rose that has fully bloomed mocked the dead complexion of it's owner. Wendy regretted not trying hard enough in convincing you to stay at the hospital but at the same time, but even so there wouldn't be any difference; you would still lose your life. Jaehyun still regrets not checking up on you during the days of his absence. He regrets spending more time with his now ex-girlfriend.

They broke up because as the relationship lasted, it just didn't work. He thought that she was the one but that didn't seem to be the case so they mutually agreed to end it instead. For some reason, he didn't feel sad about it. Sure he may have teared up during the confrontation but at the same time, your passing devastated him more. He missed you more than the presence of his old lover. It may be because you're his best friend; the closest person he ever had in his life. But there was something more.

"Jaehyun?" A feminine voice called out to him and he knew that it was Wendy. "I found this in her room while i was helping her family to clean. I think it's for you..." She spoke softly, handing a folded piece of paper that relatively looks dirty because of the red stains it had. Slowly he unfolded it, smiling sadly at the sight of your distinct handwriting. It was your letter disguised as a song, it was your heart disguised in words. As soon as he finished reading, the tears in his eyes were uncontrollable. "It's my fault..." He whispered to himself. When it was already too late it was when he realized that you were everything to him.

When you were already dead because of unreciprocated love, that was when he started to return it and he regrets it.

He realized his answer was also you, just like how you wrote that he was always yours, when the world already took you away. And he regrets it.

jaehyun in cica wonderland 🎄

VELVET LIPS; TEN LEE

prince!ten lee x maid!reader

You were an old friend and he gladly wanted to have the friendship you both shared back after it slipped away despite breathing the same air.

genre: fluff, royalty au, friends to lovers au, romance

words: 27k+

tags: @uyuzo @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @m1ntykun @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @leolo404 @peachysunq @aghaczen @deysii @trashlord-007 @intokook @kjpmin @je4nsv @czenshireland

a/n: hello! the first fic to open my velvet series is finally here! I would like to sincerely apologize for the delay and making you all wait for so long. I can't keep any promises of posting the other fics faster but I hope you guys can bear with me:( thank you so much! -byu<3

the velvet series masterlist

The Kingdom of Velour is pretty well known because of the King and Queen's children, especially their first born, Ten Lee. But of course there was no favouritism as the King and Queen loved their children equally.

Ten was a man filled with talents; everyone in the kingdom and neighboring ones adored him. Ten was kind, creative, cheerful and good-looking. It was no doubt that girls would be swooning for the prince.

Your mother was a handmaiden and she lived in the palace. She was an acquaintance of the family since she served the monarchs for a long time which explains the closeness she had with the royals. When your mother gave birth to you, she was at the age of fourty and it was a blessing for her as she gave birth in an age close to menopausal. Your father, who was one of the kingdom's most admired knight, died before you were even born due to natural causes.

Your birth surprised everyone in the palace mainly because you and the prince were born on the same day, some people jokingly referred to the both of you as twins and unexpectedly enough, you grew up with Ten; The two of you became close friends and shared the same passion in art. Everyone in the castle had a close bond but there was no doubt that the bond you shared was something more.

At the age of fifteen your mother died of cardiac arrest and at that moment you knew; You need to take care of yourself. Despite the royal family's offer of raising you as their own; You kindly refused, saying that you can handle your own. You were not of royal blood, and having the family take care of you will make you feel indebted to them; a burden even, they already helped you and your mother a lot since your birth and you didn't want to become a big responsibility to them. Because you started working in the palace as a maid, the close friendship between you and Ten were somehow slipping away since the prince himself was slowly getting busy. You felt lonely and so did he. He had his own duties and you had yours; not long after he had a baby sister so surely that will lessen his loneliness right? Of course it did but sadly, it didn't do much. He was happy that he had a sister to tease and bond with but Ten missed how the both of you spent time together, and he doubts that it will happen again because the two of you started to have worlds of your own.

Years went by and the both of you are already adults. As expected of the prince, he grew up well; Handsome and such, the royal siblings were referred to as Aphrodite's gift for their stunning looks. The King and Queen expects him to find a partner before his twenty-fifth birthday and Ten knew it wouldn’t be easy so it troubled him. His father was not that old or too vulnerable to rule but he already wants to pass the crown to him, the only thing making him unfit to rule is the lack of support and solace; a queen. There are only two months before his birthday, how will he find his queen?

Why does my father want to pass the crown to me already? He asked himself. He personally thinks that he's not ready yet but his mother always gives him constant assurance that he could rule a kingdom. He couldn't stop thinking about it, neither could he sleep. His train of thoughts were crowded by what ifs and it was stressing him out. He knew he needed to de-stress himself that's why on a particular day, he went to the gardens to do something he hasn't done in a while which was drawing. And to his surprise, he saw someone with a sketchbook that seemed oddly familiar to him, his brain managed to analyze why it seemed so familiar to him and it was because it was his a certain gift he gave before and that's when he realized that it was you. He was astonished that after all these years you still had it.

Ten barely saw you but he still caught glimpses of you, whether it may be when the two of you would pass each other on the same corridor, you serving one of the meals during feasts or doing any chore that he would coincidentally see. The prince was happy to see an old friend and he has this small hope that the both of you will reconnect once again.

He slowly walked towards the concrete garden bench and sat down a few inches away from you, the shadow of his figure distracted your vision as it blocked the sunlight and when you turned around, you hurriedly stood up to bow with wide eyes. "Your highness." You greeted politely. Thinking that he might want to be alone, you were about to walk away to not disturb him but he stopped you right away. "You know that it's alright, (Y/N)... You can stay." Ten spoke softly, the sudden warmness he had made you forget your differences and it also caught you off guard. You thought that after the loss of your mother you would become nothing but a stranger to him. It was unexpected that he spoke to you like that at all. It's been a long time, the both of you became awkward with each other but Ten is determined to make that tension disappear so he initiated a conversation. "Are you doing well these days?" He asked as he started making lines and figures with his pencil on the sketchbook he brought with him. "Yes I am, your highness." You answered quietly but audible enough for him to hear as you sat back down.

"It's alright to drop the formalities, (Y/N). You can just call me by my name." Ten chuckled. "I missed you. We basically grew up together and you were my best friend." The prince casually voiced out the longing he had for the past few years over and it made you flustered. You didn't expect that he would miss you too. A slight smile spread on your lips and he took notice of it, a contagious smile seemingly spread on the prince's lips. You started drawing again and you didn't notice that his eyes were on you. Now that he caught a proper look at his old friend, he can't help but to admire how well you have grown, even with the messy hair and a few blemishes. For some reason there was this unexplainable feeling in Ten's heart and when he realized this he knew that it would come back. His past feelings.

After that interaction, the both of you started catching up with one another. Ten would talk to you even when you're doing some chores and he always insisted to help even if it were just small things. He introduced you to his sister and you got along with Tern as well. The both of them had the usual brother-sister relationship, they would argue and tease each other a lot but it was entertaining to say the least and you were actually the one who referees them. From time-to-time the two of you started getting closer again but you're afraid that the closer you are the more you wished that you weren't just friends and it was a bad thing; he's royalty and you're not. You're not fit for each other. It worries you that you may not be able to contain your feelings that's why you always remind yourself that you have a limit, and that limit is being just friends; this was something you always told yourself way back then.

Yet again, you and Ten started getting busy. It was already the last day of December and Ten has a month left to find a partner. Of course, the palace counselors have suggested bachelorettes to Ten but he always seemed to find a way on turning them down saying they may not be the one for him despite the counselors insisting that he meet them first. He always avoided these dates and he always came up with a reason. The prince decided to go and tell his sister that maybe it's time to seek advice on confronting his feelings. Besides, the best adviser Ten could ever have is her own sister even if they were like cat and dog. She might be younger but she's definitely good with her words. "You like her don't you?" Tern said suddenly before her brother could even open his mouth to say what he needed to say. Was it obvious? How did she know? The surprised prince asked himself. Tern chuckled at her brother's shocked face, and as if she could read his mind, she spoke again, "Yes it was obvious. You look at her differently. Also, I heard from mom that you used to fancy her—" Ten felt his cheeks slightly heating up because of what his sister knew and all he can do was huff, knowing she'll use this to tease him someday. "Do you think she'll like me back?" The prince finally spoke, looking at his sister, quietly anticipating her answer. "Who doesn't like you? I'm pretty sure she likes you too..." The princess smiled. "Are you sure? What if she doesn't—" "She does, I can feel it. Since when was I wrong?" Said Tern with a cheeky tone. "Do you know that mom is happy about the two of you talking again? I feel like she's rooting for the both of you." She chuckled. "You really think so?" Ten asked. "Yes I really think so, she told me a lot of things when I told her I can't believe she's friends with you before and now—" "Hey I'm not a bad friend, Tern." The prince said with a defensive tone in which the princess just laughed in response.

The King then suddenly announced that a ball will be held to help find the prince the partner he needs and it will happen tomorrow immediately. When you heard it you were slightly hurt, a pain in your chest that came with a sting to linger for seconds. It was because you were "kind of" jealous but you expected this, why would you think you have a chance with him anyways? You're just friends and nothing else, that should be enough for you so what's the point of being greedy. You brought your focus to your responsibilities, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts your heart transferring to your mind. As soon as it was already dinner time, the food is being brought out from the kitchen to the dining room one by one and you were part of the handmaidens that brought out the trays. The royal family was seated, dressed in new clothing tailored especially for them, and you couldn't help but to sneak quick glances at Ten. He looked heavenly with the black suit made of velvet fabric, the gold accents highlights his skin tone perfectly, the brooches add to the elegance he holds and his hair was neatly done in a comma hairstyle. They all look extravagant of course, there is no doubt that the royal family looks ravishing in almost everything; even though you've seen them in their full grace many times already, you don't seem to understand why is it that when you look at the prince it's like you've never seen him in an attire like this before? There was this flutter in your heart and you knew that was trouble. It was unavoidable, no matter how hard you tried to conceal this feeling it still managed to burst out of a seam. Before heading back outside to do some more chores, you took one last glance at the prince for the night and when you saw his feline eyes on looking at you, a sudden rush of blood flushed throughout your cheeks as you averted your gaze. You left the room without being aware of the smile plastered on Ten's face.

"My son, I was informed by my advisors that you're avoiding the dates arranged by our counselors and they also noted your uninterested behaviour, may I know why is that?" His father's words made Ten halt when he was about to cut the steak that was in front of him. He placed his utensils down then fixed his posture before answering his father. "I'll tell my honest thoughts, I have no interest in getting married for the sole purpose of ruling the kingdom, father. I have no interest in ruling either." Ten answered. It caused an unnoticeable shift in the King's mood but it was very felt in the atmosphere. It was like the temperature of the room dropped from warm to freezing cold. "It's settled, Chittaphon. You're going to be crowned king and you're going to find a bride whether you like it or not." The stern voice was one of the King's scary traits. Ten and his sister grew up fearing the certain tone but Ten didn't seem so fazed about it now unlike Tern who flinched slightly. "I really don't want to, father." Said the prince calmly. The King was wise enough to not engage any more disagreements, he knew very well that he shouldn't clash with his son's words at all but that didn't stop the King with insisting what he wants. "There will be a ball tomorrow, it's nothing grand, it will occur for the purpose of finding you a bride." The discussion ended there as Ten stared at his father in disbelief. Half of him wants to just walk out, while the remaining half wants to accept his fate. He contemplated whether to keep his mouth shut or to respond back. The prince later chose the latter part as he broke the silence in the air. "Why do you want to retire anyways? Why do you keep wanting me to take over?" Ten spat out the words with anger.

"Because I'm dying, Chittaphon." The King stated. Ten's bold eyes softened, he parted his lips and his eyebrows slowly furrowed together softly. The princess was taken aback as well, her eyes welling up with tears. The sudden declaration of the King filled the room with silence. "Were you planning to tell us?" The princess asked as her voice cracked slightly, the King only looked away in response. Now that Ten knows why they want him to take his father's place he started to understand, however there were still mixed feelings in his heart; he needed some fresh air that's why he stood up from his seat, leaving the room afterwards after disregarding the call of his name. Now what will I do? He asked himself. Ten feels overwhelmed and it's definitely not a good thing.

"Chittaphon, are you ok?" a familiar voice startled him. When he turned around he saw your figure, eyebrows furrowed together, he knew you were concerned. "I heard what happened inside. Do you need to talk?" You asked your dear friend. "Yes please, I need to let things out..." Ten said as he motioned you to walk with him. "I'm all ears." You responded with a soft smile on your lips, walking beside the conflicted prince. "I don't want to marry. Especially if it was just a person I met for a few days... I don't want that. I want someone who I know very well, someone I trust.. someone like—" Ten paused.

Someone like you. He finished in his head. "But I have no choice..." He hoped when he cut himself off it wouldn't make you curious on what he was supposed to stay. But in the midst of his slight worry, he suddenly had an idea. "Will you be busy tomorrow?" The prince faced your figure when he asked. You looked at your friend and it wasn't long until the both of you were staring in each other's eyes. You were lost in the stars that filled his brown orbs and before you fall deeper into the void, you looked away with a blink of an eye. "I will, there is a ball after all. Why did you ask?" You answered. "I want to see you there. Not as a maid but as a guest." He spoke. Once again you turned to look at the prince, only to realize he never once removed his gaze from you and it made butterflies flutter in your stomach. "Well... I'll try to be there for you. I'm not sure but I will try." A soft smile was plastered on your lips. "Thank you." He responded with a smile as soft as yours.

Today is the day and your heart pounded. Can I just make an excuse? You asked yourself internally. After the both of you parted ways last night and bid eachother goodnight, your mind and your heart were racing nonstop. You didn't want to attend the ball. The fact that you don't possess any lavish gowns and accessories for the occasion makes you feel like you didn’t belong there at all. Being out of place is something you didn't want to feel. Surely Ten wouldn't let that happen, but what would other people think of you? You didn't want to be in a place you weren't supposed to be but at the same time you didn’t want to let the prince down. Besides, other than not owning a gown, you don't want to see him fall for another girl. It would be better to just hear the news rather than witness it yourself. You were already busy in the kitchen. As soon as you woke up, a lot of chores greeted you a good morning. It was a busier morning than usual. Maybe you can just say that you were knackered.

Hours go by and you already feel exhausted. The ball starts in thirty minutes and it made your heart feel hectic. "I probably shouldn't go..." You whispered to your self, following it up with a sigh. A tap on your shoulder caught your attention while you were busy dusting a certain part of the castle, immediately making you look behind you to see who it was. "AH— your highness." You hurriedly bowed down to show your respect. A soft giggle rang through your ears followed by a voice audibly saying 'adorable'. "You may rise, (Y/N)." You followed the noble's words. The princess was in front of you. She was already dressed up in what you assume is the ball gown she's wearing to the ball. It was a beautiful sage green dress and you couldn't help but to be in awe at it's beauty. "Are you still busy? Do you still have more errands?" The princess asked. "I have finished my errands for this morning. I'm just doing some additional work, your highness." You answered politely.

Without saying a thing she grabbed your hand and pulled you through the corridor, running giddily as you tried to keep up with her. The next thing you knew the both of you stopped in front of her room. Tern opened the door, walking inside with you since her hand still held yours. "Ok so, you can drop the formalities now— We're friends, it's alright." She smiled, closing the door behind her. The princess gently pushed you forward until the both of you were standing in front of her bed. You were confused to say the least. What's going on? You asked yourself. There were two gowns laid down the bed. Both gowns were magnificent. The first one was a beautiful crimson color. The bodice was filled with intricate embroidery, the enormous and fluffy skirt made it look like a rose shaped cloud. On the other hand, the second dress was a pretty black color. It was more tame than the red one but it was still elegant nonetheless. The long sleeves had cream-colored cuffs, the gold details accentuates the black gown, and the outer lace corset helped to emphasize it more. Now it made you think. Is the princess not dressed up for the ball yet?

"So... have you chosen the gown you'll wear?" Tern asked cheekily. "Huh? Me? What— why??" You faced the princess, hundreds of question marks flooded your face. "Well, I want you to look jaw dropping for the ball. Ten asked me a favor and you have no idea how excited I am to dress you up!" She explained and you didn't realize that you blushed with the mention of Ten's name. Now you don't have a choice but to actually attend the ball. You don't want to disappoint Ten and Tern. "If you feel like a burden, you're not, I assure you that. What are we waiting for? The ball will start soon." She chuckled.

You couldn't believe it. Is this really me? You thought as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The princess styled your hair daintily, the makeup she did on you was soft and subtle. "You look wonderful..." Said the princess as she placed her hands on your shoulders. "I'm sure you'll have a lot of people staring at you." A faint knock on the door caught both of you attentions. When you were about to open the door, Tern stopped you. "I'll get it don't worry." She smiled as she approached the door, opening it afterwards. "Greetings, mother." Tern greeted in which the Queen smiled in return. The Queen's eyes slowly fell on your figure and you bowed right away. "My Queen." Your eyes were fixated on the floor but you heard footsteps getting closer. Soft hands gently cupped your cheeks, raising your head until both of your eyes meet. A gentle expression was on the Queen's face, it almost felt like she was looking at you with a motherly gaze. "You look so much like her now that you're all grown up. How are you, darling?" She questioned with adoration in her tone. Her words made you suddenly soften. You forgot that the Queen once cared for you and her sincere words made you somehow nostalgic.

"I'm doing great, your highness." You responded. "The ball started already, let's not keep the guests waiting." The Queen looked at the both of you before the three of you made you way to the ballroom.

This is it. Your heart suddenly feels like it's about burst, it was nerve-wracking to know that you'll have to see the person you shouldn't have liked fall for a person who isn't you but at this point you have already accepted that fact. As soon as the three of you entered the ballroom, the arrival was announced; making everyone turn their heads into your direction and all the eyes on you made you feel uneasy. A slight nudge from your side made you look at the princess, she motioned for you to look at a certain direction and when you followed, it felt like time stopped.

Before the three of you arrived, Ten was already there, conversing with some guests from time to time. He was patiently waiting for you but he was scared that you might not make it. It's not like he doesn't want you to take a rest after doing a lot of things; he just selfishly wants to be with you. And when the arrival of his mother and sister was announced for everyone to know, the way he immediately roamed his eyes just to have you on see if you made it shows how eager he is to see you and there you were, in a refined black gown with your hair in simple curls accompanied by pearl accessories. Ten saw how his little sister nudged you to look at his direction, and with the meeting of both of your eyes, it felt like there was no one else in the room but the two of you. The prince slowly walked closer; never did he ever take his eyes off you. "Oh what's this? Why do the both of you have matching clothes—" Tern pointed out and that was the only time the both of you perceived how similar your garments are. From the black color to the white pearls the both of you are sporting, It was indeed a coincidental match (if you take out the possibility that the siblings may or may have not planned it). A red tint spread on both of your cheeks and the both of you just chuckled it off. "Well, we'll leave the two of you alone." the Queen chimed before she walked away with Tern who gave the two of you a cheeky smile.

Ten cleared his throat which brought your attention back to him. "I'm happy that you made it. Thank you..." He spoke softly, the tone of his voice sounded like a comforting embrace to your ears. "You don't have to thank me..." A slight chuckle escaped from your lips. "Of course I do! You could've just rested but you're here and I appreciate it a lot." He smiled endearingly. There was a moment of silence but it didn't make an uncomfortable atmosphere. Both of your eyes wandered around eachother only to do the same thing; marvel at the sight the two of you are seeing.

In your point of view he was ethereal. There was no doubt that Aphrodite blessed him with heavenly visuals. Saying that he looked good would be an understatement because he's definitely more than "good". His looks definitely adds to the appeal he has due to his kind-hearted, playful and mellow personality. Meanwhile in Ten's point of view, he knew that he could stare at you for hours and he won't even get tired of doing so. He admires every inch of your features. He loves how the color of the gown compliments your complexion and he loves how your hair framed your face.

It was strange that the both of you are just staring at one another, but for some reason the two of you don't seem to mind at all. "As far as I enjoy admiring you right now I believe we have to do something else." The prince stated with a grin on his face. You couldn't but to look down because you could feel your cheeks heating up once again. Why am I flustered so easily? You questioned yourself as your heartbeat slowly quickened. "Are you alright?" A concerned Ten asked. You nodded, raising your head afterwards. "Then may I ask you to dance with me?" Ten reached his hand out waiting for yours. "But... but I don't know how to dance, Chittaphon—" "That won't be a problem, darling." You hesitated but you still placed your hand onto his. Ten couldn't be any happier when he felt his heart beat hastily. He slowly brought you into the middle of the ballroom where some people were already dancing while soft waltz played in the background. "It's okay for me to place a hand on your waist, right? Are you comfortable with it?" The prince queried. "I am, it's alright." You reassured with a slight chuckle. As soon as he placed his hand on your waist while his other hand still held onto yours, you felt a swarm of butterflies fluttering their wings in your stomach. Despite looking all calm with a balmy grin on his face, his inner self is definitely all over the place jumping and running around because of how the two of you are only a few inches away.

It felt like a fairytale despite occasionally stepping on his foot but he assured it was alright before he slows his rhythm down and guide you; the small gesture he does makes you blush to the point where you had to turn your head away from his eyes. It was when you realized it was only you and Ten left on the dancefloor, everyone stood buy to watch and it made you conscious; especially the jealous and dagger-like eyes of women whom you assume are the candidates for your friend's queen. Ten sensed it right away, he knew that something was bothering you. He looked around to see all the eyes on your dancing figures. "Just look at me, (Y/N). Don't mind them. Focus on me, darling." His silky voice lingered on your ears and it made you follow his words with the romantic exhilaration your heart is endlessly spreading. "Are you still feeling uneasy?" Ten spoke with a concerned tone. "If I'm being honest, I am—" The swaying of your bodies came to an abrupt halt and the next thing you knew was the involuntary movement of your body as Ten dragged you gently outside the ballroom and into the gardens. "Chittaphon!" The King exclaimed right after the both of you left the scene. "Let him be, love. It's about time he make a move." The Queen placed a hand on his shoulder, slightly leaving the King confused for he was unaware of the liking Ten had for you before.

"Chittaphon, I don't think we can just leave like that." You pointed out. "I didn't like the way they were looking at you." He responded. "I'm alright you don't have to worry about me. You should go back inside I'm sure the other nobles would love to dance with you." The jealous gazes directed at you awhile ago snapped you back to the reality that he isn't for you. The daggers they shoot from their eyes reminded you that you don't have a place in the luxurious lifestyle they live on because in the end, you're just a maid. You work in the palace, you serve; you're not the one being served. It was just like a knife to the heart, acting as your wake up call.

"You're the only one I want to dance with. No one else, just you." Before you could even comprehend his statement, you felt a pair of hands cup your cheeks, raising your head slightly to meet the eyes that never failed to melt you every time.

"I feel like now is the right moment. You have no idea how much I longed for you. The moment we went to have our separate worlds, I felt like a piece of my soul disappeared. The glances and small interactions I had with you during my drought of your presence wasn't enough. I didn't like the fact that we acted as if we didn't grow up together, as if we weren't close. The day I saw you here at the gardens I was determined to have you by my side again, and in my process of doing so I realized that it was still with me; I still have feelings for you. So selfishly I want you and nobody else. I'd rather be with you here than dance with someone else. If there was someone I want to dance with for eternity that would be you, (Y/N). And it's because I love you." He poured his heart out as he confessed in a lovingly manner. His thumb softly caressed your now rosy cheeks and everything left you dumbfounded. You couldn't believe it. It felt like a dream and it's one of those dreams where you don't want to wake up. All the doubts you had dispersed in the air. The pain in your heart slowly recovered with his heartfelt confession. "Chittaphon..." His name was the only thing you managed to voice out. "Look I understand if—" "I love you too." You blurted out. You could see how his eyes widened and how his parted lips slowly curled up into a genuine and shocked smile. Happiness sparkled in his eyes and you couldn't help but to reciprocate it. "I was dejected when I heard you had to marry. But I slowly accepted that we're not fit for eachother anyways... And now that were here I—" "I can finally say that I like you a lot. To the point where I'm in love." You spoke softly and he listened to every word. You didn't notice that your eyes started to well up with tears and when a teardrop rolled down your cheeks, Ten was ready to wipe it with his thumb. The situation made you somehow emotional but you just chuckled as you sniffled quietly. "Even if our differences bother other people, it doesn't bother me and it will never bother me. You're the only one I really need." "Do you still want to dance?" The prince asked with a silvery voice and with a nod of your head, the two of you danced the night away in the gardens without any music but the harmony of both of your figures were accompanied by your laughs and exchange of words with one another.

The two of you stopped to take a rest, you both sat down on the very same concrete bench where you both started to reconnect. Ten kept you close beside him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. It was a calming silent moment, the both of you could hear the the dulcet sound of the wind blowing.

He stared at you, admiring you once again and he couldn't help but to say his thought out loud, "My darling, why do your velvet lips entice me?" He said with a low tone before chuckling. "What's with the sudden change of aura?" You giggled. "Well I thought it would be more romantic that way." Ten explained before scratching the back of his head, a tint of red spread to his cheeks showing his slight embarrassment but the both of you laughed for a short while. "Go on then..." You faced the prince. "For real?" And when you hummed softly as a response you suddenly felt his soft lips on top of your own, warmth enveloped your cheeks and you can feel your heartbeat speeding up from this exhilarating moment. Just as you kissed back, the both of you pulled away after a while and it was funny how the two off you both looked away shyly, laughing softly. "We should do that again soon—" Ten joked just before the night ends.

The prince got scolded the following morning for leaving the ball and the guests just like that but he knew to himself that it was worth it. Tern asked her brother if he finally did it and when he responded yes, both the Queen and the princess sighed in relief before saying 'finally' in which Ten was surprised that even his own mother was waiting for him to confess. The royal family themselves invited you to join them for dinner. The princess didn't hesitate to dress you up again. At first, you felt a bit uneasy but it eventually got replaced by comfort since they treated you like family; just like before when your mother was still alive. Since you were seated beside Ten, you swore that the other three royals were teasing the two of you; yes, even the King himself was actively dropping some ambiguous teasing here and there.

Ten was happy and so were you. Despite confessing to one other just recently, the two of you were sure to tie the knot and in the end everyone was happy.

Fast forward to three years after the marriage, Ten Lee was diligently leading his people with you, his mother, and his sister by his side. When the King died a few months after your wedding he wished the two of you the best. Everyone grieved the lost of the kingdom's ruler and it made Ten feel a lot of pressure. But at the end of the day, he did prove himself capable and he expressed his gratitude to everyone who was by his side but especially you because you became the shoulder he could lean on everyday.

The two of you welcomed twins into the world. Louis and Leon got their charms from their father, however Ten insists that they inherited it from you, stating that they are literally carbon copies of your features. But even if they are your mini-mes, they definitely got their energy from their father.

In the end, it was still a happy ending. From growing up together to drifting away from each other's lives; in the end, the two of you were intertwined by fate again despite the sudden change of circumstances in your lives.

You were in the gardens for fresh air when an unexpected warmth embraced you from behind and without even looking back, you already knew who it was. "I have been thinking about something lately..." You hummed waiting for Ten to continue. "We should try for a third child." his words took you aback and he laughed at your adorable reaction. "I'm kidding, darling." You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "We already have twins, two is enough." You chuckled softly. Ten suddenly turned your figure around and positioned the both of you in a stance of a waltz, a grin creeping it's way into your lips. "So suddenly?" You asked.

"When I said I want you to be the person I'll damce with for eternity I meant it." He answered before placing a kiss on your velvet lips.

CAN'T STOP LOVE; NAKAMOTO YUTA

nakamoto yuta x reader

They said love is only sweet and wonderful at the beginning of relationships. The same couldn't be said for what you and Yuta have. You both can't stop love.

genre: soft, fluff, short fic, yuta au

words: 3k words

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @spectracully @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @leolo404 @aghaczen @deysii @trashlord-007 @intokook @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @czenshireland @je4nsv @hacheese

a/n: this is my entry for @haruphoria 's nct cloud boy collaboration, thank you for letting me join this collab, marking it as my first collab participation. I enjoyed writing this a lot and I hope that you enjoy it as well! Make sure to check out the rest of the fics in the cloud boy collaboration! Thank you very much ✨ happy birthday to our healing smile, yuta, as well!<3 -byu

My sweet dream, my everything and my cloud, what did I do to deserve you? A smile spread throughout your lips, your gaze locked at the man who is currently playing with his dog, Rapu, while the both of you were sat down on the couch. It was obvious that your eyes were filled with love and stars.

You always ask yourself if you are dreaming. Everything felt unreal, he felt unreal. The more the relationship lasts the more you fall for him deeper. Who could resist his charm? It felt like you were enchanted, you were caught in a trance. He felt like a lucid dream and he was the soft embrace you feel every second. Everyday it felt like the both of you were back to your teenage years, the flutter in your heart was still the same, the feelings you had for him was still the same and it felt like being lifted up in the clouds. Rapu's soft barking snapped you back to reality. "You okay, darling?" Yuta chuckled softly, the smile you fell for appeared on his face. Flustered, you averted your gaze for a moment, eventually looking back at Yuta. His starry eyes stared right at your heart filled orbs, the adrenaline was rushing to your cheeks, tinting them a rosy color.

"I am... I was just lost in my head for a moment." You answered. "Adorable." He engulfed you in his arms, his aromatic scent sends you into a place of comfort. "I love you so much, you know that right, Yuta?" A dramatic gasp escaped from his lips and you couldn't help but shake your head playfully. "My my, you're soft today— I thought your 'yuta soft hours' happens during midnight." He laughed, and it was a melody you could listen to for days. "In my defense it can happen anytime—" You said.

The two of you sat in silence. It was the type of silence where it wasn't uncomfortable, it was soothing; almost like a lullaby. In fact, Rapu was already asleep on your lap. Yuta still had his arms wrapped around you. His warmth melted you in his sweet embrace. There was a sudden pitter-patter outside the window, an unexpected rainfall made the atmosphere better. Yuta dislikes rainy days, but if it was spent with you enjoying coffee or cuddling with one another he would definitely wish that the rain won't go away.

"I love you more than you can ever imagine." Yuta broke the quiet atmosphere. "I can't stop loving you. I won't stop loving you." He spoke softly, gently combing his fingers through your hair. Yuta knew you like it when he did that and he always liked seeing you fall asleep with the motion he does. He often referred himself as your personal cloud; the person you can cry to, the person you can confide to, the person you can lean on. Yuta absolutely adored you and every effort and affection you give him. You meant everything to him, you were his first love and you were the reason why he wakes up in the morning with a peaceful mind and a motivated heart. Seeing that you have already fallen asleep, he placed a soft kiss on top of your head. When he said that he won't stop loving you, he definitely meant it. He doesn't think there will ever be a limit and an ending.

It felt too good to be true. It felt like an illusion made up by the brain. Everything was just surreal for the both of you.

Ever since the both of you fell in love, it already felt like your head was in the clouds. He couldn't believe it and neither could you. The rain was still pouring and you were sleeping peacefully in his arms, he held onto you as if he wasn't planning on ever letting you go. Yuta felt his eyelids getting heavy so he closed his eyes.

If there was something that the both of you know; it's definitely the fact that,

He can't stop love and neither could you.

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Class Project : Mingyu & Wonwoo

⇢ Synopsis: You’re less than enthusiastic about being paired with notorious frat boys Mingyu and Wonwoo for a class project. They make it a point to change your opinion of them… by being the ultimate meanies.  ⇢ Pairing: frat Wonwoo & frat Mingyu x fem!reader ⇢ Genre: smut, comedy, (18+ please no minors) ⇢ Warnings: Mean Dom Wonwoo, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), hand jobs, fingering, spanking, choking, biting, thigh riding, marks, dirty talk, too many pet names, some degradation, vouyerism, edging, making Mingyu read a class project while Wonwoo rails you-, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 9.2k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: frat svt, bad boy svt, it’s kind of like a pre Anteric fic.  

“So when do we want to study?” You ask, twirling your pencil and fighting the urge to pop a bubble with your gum - which you’ve been told is annoying - as you eye the two men sitting across from you.

They’re both looking at something Mingyu’s phone, and neither of the notorious frat boys react to your question. Mingyu giggles at something on his screen, and Wonwoo shoves his shoulder.

You sigh, done with their antics, and besides, you have a class to get to. “I’m free Friday-”

“We have a frat party on Friday.” Wonwoo breathes, still not looking at you, eyes continuing to scan Mingyu’s screen while he reads something that makes his friend giggle again. Of course he has selective hearing and can only respond to you when it’s to protect his precious plans for a party-

“But,” Mingyu says, looking up finally and flashing you a soft smile. You can see why all the girls bend over backwards for the tall photography major. “You could come to the frat before the party and we could study then.” He suggests, “you could even stay for the party if you want!”

You sigh, exchanging phone numbers and although you tentatively agree to stay for the party afterwards, you have no intention of actually following through.

You just want your project done.

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Heat : alpha! Jaehyun

⇢ Synopsis: He’s a hot, young, rich, alpha in an all alpha pack, and he’s been sugar daddying you and taking you on public dates for a while now. You finally decide whether or not Jaehyun is the alpha who gets to claim your omega side.

⇢ Pairing: alpha werewolf!Jaehyun x omega!reader ⇢ Genre: smut. ⇢ Warnings: a/b/o au, abo class systems, power dynamic focus, mentions of werewolf men being creepy to omegas, inclusion of omega on heat, sugar daddy Jaehyun, knotting, sex without condom, breeding kink, multiple rounds, alpha Jaehyun, fingering, cum stuff, baby making, dirty talk, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 5.8k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: alpha/beta/omega universe, alpha nct, werewolf nct, sugar daddy Jaehyun, 

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You’ve been staring at your calendar for over an hour. The word ‘Heat’ is highlighted. It’s supposed to start on Monday, if your regular schedule is anything to go by, and it could last up to a week. 

You can’t believe how much worse your heats have gotten since you met Jaehyun. It’s as if your body knows you have a perfectly suitable alpha option at your disposal, if only it were that easy. No matter how simple Jaehyun makes it seem every time he suggests you give in and become his mate, there’s more to it.

Jaehyun is a powerful alpha, made all the more powerful by the twenty two other alphas he spends much of his time with. The NCT pack is new, alphas don’t usually share power and frequent the same circles, but there’s something odd about this group. They were raised for this purpose, raised together. A whole pack of young alphas.

They’re a sinful omega’s most wonderful dream…

But there’s one thing Jaehyun expects from his future mate that sets him apart from his alpha friends. While most alphas have an ownership kink on some level, Jaehyun takes it a step further. 

“Jae, I need you.” you’d whimpered into your phone at a moment of weakness last month during your heat.

“Then let me come and get you, gorgeous.” he’d responded smoothly, “I’ve got a pretty diamond collar just for you. You can be my pretty little cum slut for the whole week, and when you leave, everyone will know who you belong to.”

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More Than Friends || MASTERLIST

Summary: After a complicated relationship with the infamous CEO, you want nothing more than to live your life as a normal college student; however, Mr. CEO just can’t let you go.

CEO!Jaehyun AU x reader

College student!Jaemin AU x reader

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Mature Content marked: (M)

Intro—> 1 | 2

Chapters—> 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 (M) | 9 | 10 |

11 (M) | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

23 (M) | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 (M) | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40

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“Prada 2022 Spring & Summer Womenswear fashion show will be held at 10pm on Sept 24. The collection, which will be presented by Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons, will be held at two locations: Milan and Shanghai. Shall we watch the Prada show in a new format together?”

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