TIME OF LOVE (35) Damage Control

TIME OF LOVE — (35) damage control

Telling Daesung you were holding back was one thing but sitting closer to Seonghwa pretending to be a couple was a completely different thing. Luckily for you, Daesung's phone rang and his attention was no longer on the fake couple. Answering his phone, Daesung went straight to the balcony ignoring everyone inside. He didn't even noticed how the front door slammed with a bang as Wooyoung stormed out of the apartment.

"I should go check on Byeol" San said, quickly standing up following his boyfriend. Once he left everyone seemed to be taken back by Wooyoung's sudden reaction, but they quickly got over it and went back to their conversations.

Daesung now seemed to be having the time of his life talking on the phone.

"Maybe you should go check on Byeol too" Seonghwa whispered to you, which made you realize that you're still sitting way to close to the boy "He'll probably need some cuddles or something"

"But daesung–"

"Go. I got your back"

So you did. As silently as possible you walked out of your apartment, up the stairs and straight into Woosan's front door. Three knocks later San is the one opening the door

"Oh hi gorgeous" he opened the door wide open signaling for you to walk in

"Is he mad?" you ask looking around for Wooyoung who was nowhere near

"Not mad... just frustrated" he sighs but he's quick to add "He's in the room if you want to talk to him"

"Right" you slowly walk towards the room, taking as much time as you can so you can think of what you want to tell him while also wondering what his reaction would be. You were about to knock on the door when he talks from inside.

"I know you're out there, come on in"

When you open the door you find him laying in the bed, arms wide open while he stares at the ceiling. You stand awkwardly by the door till he talks again.

"Don't just stand there like a creep" he says without lifting his head from the mattress, tapping it two times with his palm "Come on get in here"

It takes you a second to decide what to do next but you comply his wish and get closer. His eyes still glued to the ceiling "So what's up buttercup?"

"I'm an idiot" you start saying but he's quick to interrupt you

"Well, I'm not about to disagree with you there"

"I know" you add, he sighs but doesn't say anything this time so you continue "I'm dumb, I'm indecisive and I change my mind like twenty times a day... but there's one thing I've been certain for a while, even when I tried to convince myself otherwise" he's just listening, still staring at the ceiling "When I got back to Seoul I didn't expect to fall for someone, let alone two really pretty guys, but I did"

This seems to bring out a reaction out of him as now you can feel his eyes are on the right side of your face "And for so long that terrified me, what if I fuck up another relationship? what if I ruin their already beautiful relationship? So many what ifs you wouldn't believe"

"I can imagine" he says making you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and he's already staring right into your eyes "Seonghwa seemed to enjoy your overthinking"

"I- Oh boy how do I explain this" you try to think of an explanation for your earlier behavior but there's none that won't make you sound like a self-centered jerk "Seonghwa was just going along with what I said, he– he knows I have feelings for you guys, and we– we never–"

"Hey it's alright, he already told us" he says sitting on the bed too, moving closer so your shoulders are touching

"He did? then why–"

"Why did I storm out of your apartment?" he finished your question before you could even ask him "For the drama"

"What?! Wooyoung are you serious?"

"And maybe... partly because I got jealous" he said playing with his hands, avoiding your gaze "just a tiny bit though!"

"Yeah I figured" you both laugh at this, using the distraction Wooyoung throws himself back in the mattress, tugging you down with him by softly pulling your arm. Next thing you know your head is laying on top of his left bicep.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here but" you move to turn your whole body to face him, careful not to crush your injured hand "is your offer still available, i mean... do you guys still want to date me?"

"There's nothing we want more princess" he moves the hand that was laying on his stomach to softly caress your face with his fingertips. Your cheeks, your chin, your nose, and then stopping shortly at your lips.

As cheesy as it may sound, laying there with him freezes time, you are just staring at each other eyes and enjoying his soft touches. It doesn't last long because next thing you know he's moving closer, being careful of not hurting your hand, so close you can feel his breathing and you're getting lose on his eyes when he says "You're so pretty"

That was the last push you needed before closing the gap between your faces and connecting your lips on a intense, eager kiss. He starts slowly, but when he feels your hand on his necks he's confident enough to deepen the kiss, rolling on top of you so you're laying beneath him. Never in his wildest dreams he thought he would have you on his bed, driving him crazy with just a kiss.

With him on top you, you have way more access to his body, which he mentally thanks for as he feels you dragging your hand through his back and pulling him even closer to you. His lips are so addicting that breathing becomes a secondary thing to both of you.

Until someone clears his throat.

"You two have been having all the important conversations without me, and now you're making out without even inviting me?! " he crosses his arms in front of his chest "This better not become a recurring thing, otherwise I'll have to split you two up and after how hard it was to get you together it would be a waste"

"Get in here Sannie!" you call him, as Wooyoung moves and makes room for the boy who at the mention of his name runs and throws himself right in between you two, fitting perfectly and making you laugh in the process "I'm sorry, you're right, I promise we won't let you out anymore"

"It's alright, if this is how you're gonna apologize" he smiles and pulls you both closer to him, wrapping himself in a wooyn pile "I can let it go... now don't mind me, please continue with what you were doing"

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summary: you seek refuge in a coffee shop while running work errands on a saturday (god help you) and the barista is Bae material

pairing: nct jaehyun x female reader, with guesting by nct johnny

genre: general, fluff

warnings: sad attempts at me coming up with coffee puns

a/n: this has been in the drafts for a while now. due to today’s events work-wise i need to de-stress. or something. enjoy, i hope? wrote this in one go i’m really really going thru it. references to some funny nct night night moments in here bc y not.

personal copyright © please don’t repost, translate, or claim my work as your own. thank you!

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running work errands on a weekend should be illegal. be an executive assistant, they said. it’ll be good experience, they said. we have work-life balance in this company, they said. well, they all sit on a throne of lies because here you are, wasting away your saturday for a to-do list that was plopped into your e-mail hoping it finds you well can you please have these done asap thanks!!

it’s only 10am, and you’re contemplating your life choices. wow. you are now living that adulting life everyone else has been raving about. ain’t it fun.

you look up and see that you have arrived at a coffee shop. you could almost cry. sweet sweet nectar of the gods coffee YES. you push the door and try not to make questionable sounds when the scent of freshly ground coffee hits you. you are not having a when harry met sally moment whilst contemplating your career choices. nope, not today.

you check their menu and hope to god they won’t judge if you order a drink that’s 90% espresso and 10% reason to live. the customer’s always right, isn’t that the old adage? you heave a sigh as you lean on the counter. the barista turns just in time from whatever drink he is making, setting it on the end of the counter and calling out a customer’s name that for some reason is “fullsun.”

“hi, welcome to j-fam coffee, what can i get you?” he asks, smoothing out his dark denim apron.

“the will to live.” you mumble.

“uhh.” he blinks at you. “sorry?”

“sorry?” you echo. “ugh sorry, i’m having a really bad day and no coffee has entered my system at all i am not functioning properly.” you ramble. you snap your fingers to make yourself focus. “can i get a large iced latte with extra shot of espresso and two shots of vanilla syrup? less ice, please.”

“sure thing,” he enters your order in the register, “anything else?”

“hmm,” you unconsciously pout as you look at the baked goods they have. “that last slice of chocolate cake, please.” you point at it and turn back to the barista, taking out your wallet from your bag, grunting when the buckle gets caught on the handle.

“got it. one large iced latte, extra espresso shot and two shots of vanilla syrup and less ice, and a slice of chocolate cake. will you have it for here or to go?”

“for here, please.” you hand over your card.

“your name, please.”

you give your name and spell it twice because for some reason you always get the baristas who maybe 12% intentionally get it wrong.

“here’s your card and receipt. we’ll call you when your order’s ready.” you check his name tag, jaehyun, it says. “go on and have a seat.”

“thanks, jaehyun.” you muster up what you hope is a pleasant enough smile, get your card, and walk over to a corner table you spotted. putting down your bag, you hear your phone make a thunk sound. hating yourself for using a canvas bag for the day because it’s basically a black hole and your stuff is a mess, you count down from ten as you fish around for your phone. it’s full of notifications: texts from your mom, emails from your boss, an instagram notification from a shop you recently followed, and a text from your roommate asking where the hair dryer was. you sigh, again, and go through them all.

back in the cashier and kitchen area, jaehyun looks over to you from time to time. he knows coffee shops are havens for a lot of people. even then, he rarely sees people like you who look at coffee like it’s their lifeline, and he’s friends and co-owners of a coffee shop with a coffee aficionado like johnny. he quickly prepares your drink and takes care to add a little more vanilla syrup. johnny sees it and lightly slaps his hand. jaehyun ignores him and gets a fresh slice of chocolate cake for you.

“bro, you aiming for five stars on our yelp review or something?” johnny asks, amused yet entertained.

“leave me alone.” jaehyun mutters.

“aww jaehyun’s crushing on a customerrr.”

“am not!” jaehyun hisses at him. he quickly looks over at you scowling down at your phone. is it wrong that he finds it endearing? and your pout from earlier? god.

“yeah my dude it’s weird and you shouldn’t say things like that out loud.”

“leave. me. alone.” jaehyun carefully puts everything on a tray, and turns to the pick up sign. taking a breath, he calls out:

“large iced latte with espresso shot and vanilla syrup and less ice and a slice of chocolate cake for miss brew-tiful!”

you stand and walk up distractedly, thinking about your next errand, completely missing the way the other barista is nudging jaehyun for what he said. “hey, miss? your order is ready.” you hear jaehyun say softly.

“right. thanks.” you reach out for the tray, but notice the way the taller barista is grinning. “umm. is your co-worker okay?” you ask jaehyun while nodding over to the guy behind him.

“ignore him. he’s an idiot who samples our coffee too much so he’s over-caffeinated.” jaehyun says, his ears and cheeks turning the prettiest shade of red. “enjoy your cake and coffee. i hope it makes you feel better.” the taller guy whispers something but jaehyun just reaches back to shove him away, not taking his eyes off of you.

“oh god. do i look that awful?” you groan.

“no!” jaehyun cries out. “i mean. you just, you look like you’re going through a rough day. and you said, you haven’t had coffee yet. so. yeah.” a dimpled smile makes its way on his face and you swear his eyes are sparkling.

good grief.

you blink up at him. why why whyyy did you have to have this mini crisis in front of a barista who’s clearly a bae-rista?? you try not to smack yourself when you get your tray. you nod at him and the taller guy, walking back to your table, back facing them. you wish you can drown yourself in your drink. you hear bickering from behind you and you try not to react.

focusing on your order, you taste the coffee and your world stops. and you have to grip the table because excuse this coffee and who made it, it’s the most perfect thing ever. it’s more than a caffeine kick. it’s more than nectar from the gods. it’s. it’s a hug in a cup. a glass. it’s your silver lining in the clouds of stress and negativity that’s been bugging you for a while now. it’s beautiful and it is hands down the best coffee ever. nothing matters but this coffee. you finally have a bubble of peace and quiet and you’re feeling so much better.

swiping the last of the cake, you’re in a much better mood. you gather your things and the tray, standing up and taking it back with you to the counter. taller barista, whose name you learn is johnny based on his name tag, is grinning at you as he gets the tray.

“enjoy your coffee?” he asks loudly, nodding behind him where jaehyun is trying to disappear into the espresso machine. he mouths “he’s listening” to you.

“i loved it. i definitely needed that caffeine boost.” you reply in the same volume. jaehyun straightens up and turns to face you. “thanks, jaehyun.” you say in a more sincere tone compared to earlier when you ordered.

“you’re welcome,” he says, dimpled smile and all.

“okay. you guys better thank me for this.” johnny says and claps his hands. “you. are you free for dinner next week, maybe around 7pm on friday?” he points at you.

“i think so? depends on my boss if she wants to take up my weekend again.” you answer.

“tell her you have a life and intend to live it. that’s insane.” he turns to jaehyun. “you! you get the day off next friday. you know that bistro yuta and mark recently went to? it’s great for dates. you, her, dinner date next friday.” johnny claps again and walks away.

you and jaehyun look at each other. he shrugs and walks over to you, joining you on the other side of the counter, hands in his apron’s pockets.

“nosy co-worker and wingman aside,” he begins, clearing his throat, “i’d really like to see you again. so if you’re free next friday, i’d really love to invite you on a dinner date.”

“i’d love to.” you reply with a smile. “i’d love go on a date with you.”

“great.” jaehyun says.

“great.” you say back.

“great! now get each other’s numbers and let’s get on with our day now!” johnny calls out, making both you and jaehyun laugh.

fin.

into the aurora -- chapter three (ot8)

chapter three: the beginning of the end

summary: you didn't expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.

warnings: pushy guy / unwanted advances, protective!yunho, protective!mingi, protective!ot8 let's be honest, suggestive content, light violence. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 3.8K

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You’re one of the last people to leave the floor of the venue. You were front row like always, but it felt different now that the boys you were staring up at were people you actually knew. You sang just as hard, danced along, and fan chanted just like you always do, but this time it was even more surreal. Your body is vibrating with the music and the left over feeling of the bass, and being this close to the stage so many nights in a row has your head ringing.

You stay seated for a while after the show ends, watching the looping videos that they have running to play out the fans. You’ll have to wait at least an hour and a half post show before you can head back to the green room post VIP signing to see them, so for now, you wait. Your mind can’t stop running over the day. The dance practice, the music, the kiss. And after, the way that you stayed lingering around San, his fingertips consistently finding you. You were able to spend time with everyone during hair and makeup since they were stuck in their chairs for so long. The crew taking care of makeup were so kind and even gave you a little extra glitter on your lids and cheeks to add a little extra sparkle. Soundcheck passed in a blur, the group consistently smiling to you as you waited in the wings.

During the show it was even more intense. Of course, they were performing as they always do, connecting with as many fans as possible, but during Déjà Vu when San looked directly at you while singing his verse, you were sure your soul left your body.

Eventually the venue is almost empty, so you hop up and head out of the side door. Security had told you earlier in the night which entrance to go through to get to the green room, you just had to provide your name and you would be on the list just like one of the managers or tour crew. In the large hallways of the venue food and drink stands were still operating, though it appeared the staff were starting to wrap up. Checking your watch, it looked like you maybe had another 15 to 30 minutes before you would see the guys again, so you decide to grab a quick drink. You’ve had one already tonight, but you’re generally trying to keep it in check since San and Hongjoong both said they wanted to talk to you after the show, especially if it was about the potential job opportunity. But since the nerves were getting to you again, you head up to the bar and grab a beer.

The bartender pours you a tall one and waves you off when you try to pass him cash. “We’re closed anyways,” he says, and you thank him before starting back towards the other end of the venue where the entrance to backstage is.

When you make it that far, you’ve had about half the beer on the walk. You spot an unfamiliar security guard, but you this is the entrance you were told to use so you continue forwards.

“Excuse me,” you say, getting the large man’s attention. He’s tall and broad, wearing a black t-shirt with “Security” written across the front and back.

“Can I help you?” he asks, and you catch him glance you over.

“My name is y/n,” you say, trying to be friendly, “I was told earlier that I should come back to this entrance and give my name so I can get back to the green room. The band is expecting me,”

“y/n?” He says, not moving.

“Um… yes,” you nod, “they told me earlier that my name would be on a list?”

“You’re not on my list,” he states, and your heart drops. You haven’t exchanged any phone numbers with any of the boys so if you’re not able to make it backstage you worry that your chance to speak with them again will disappear.

“Can you check please?” He didn’t even so much as glance at his clipboard when you first approached.

He glances down at the checklist quickly, scanning the names before shaking his head, “I don’t see you here,”

“There must be some kind of mistake,” you say, “I spoke with a woman from security earlier. She was tall and had short blonde hair, she was here around 3 o’clock?”

“Well, I don’t have you on my list,” he says, taking a step towards you, “so you’ll have to leave.”

“I’m sorry… I just…. I don’t,” you’re not sure what to do, and the security guard steps closer.

“I might be able to help you,” he says finally, taking one more step closer to you.

“How?” you ask immediately, trying to crane your neck to see over the edge of his clipboard to spot your name on the list that you’re sure the security guard from earlier had taken down.

“Well,” he says, a smirk crossing his face, “I think if you can do me a favor, I might be able to do you a favor.”

Your stomach drops.

“So,” he says, stepping closer to you, crowding you against the wall, “How badly do you want to get backstage?”

Words don’t come, the firm dark wall behind you connects sharply with your back and your fingers grip the sound proofing material. Your breath is sharp, and he pushes in against you with an arm on either side of your body, his hands planted on the wall to either side of your head.

“Not sure?” he says, angling closer.

“Please let me go,” you manage.

“Hmmmm,” he shakes his head, “I don’t think I can, you look like a security threat to me.”

Your stomach rolls as he leans closer, his knee slotting in between the space between your thighs and pressing you further into the wall. The beer you were holding slips from your fingers, splashing across the floor and against your legs. “Please stop.” You try once more, and then more firmly, “Stop!”

“I think a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering around alone,” he shrugs, “so how about that favor?”

Before you can take another breath, you hear a shout from behind the security guard. You can’t quite tell who yet with this man crowding you and your vision, but the sound of a man’s shout and their rushed running forwards brings tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands are shaking, but the man against you sighs in frustration before pushing back away from you and the wall in one fluid motion.

“Get away from her!” As the man backs away, you see Yunho and Mingi rushing towards you, a couple of their tour crew hot on their heels.

“We were just having a little conversation,” he shrugs, “but we’re done now.”

“y/n!” Yunho calls, “Are you okay?”

Your voice is stuck for a minute before you nod, “Yeah, yes, I’m okay,”

Yunho and Mingi put themselves between you and the security guard, Yunho’s hand reaching back slightly to you but keeping their eyes fixed on him.

It’s Mingi that surprises you though, he’s furious. “You like to scare women, huh? Huh?”

“Look man,” the security guard starts, “she and I were just talking,”

It happens in a flash, Mingi strikes, and the man is laid out flat on the ground clutching his nose. Yunho takes two steps back towards you without turning, his hand connecting with your arm and fingers curling around your bicep. “Just talking,” Mingi spits under his breath.

Yunho turns his head to the side, glancing back at you, “Are you all right?”

Your eyes are still filled with tears, and you know your hands are still shaking, but you nod, “I’m fine, I’m okay,”

“Let’s go,” he says simply, turning now to face you, gently pulling you away from your prone position on the wall to follow him backstage. Mingi stays close, but you can feel that he’s still surveying the guard on the floor. After you make it into the hallways of backstage, Yunho smooths his hand across your shoulders, “He didn’t hurt you?” he questions.

“No,” you say, “he was just pushy,”

He nods once.

The greenroom door is just ahead, and Mingi pushes ahead of you to open it. On the other side you see the rest of the boys, a similar post show experience to the night before.

“Ah Atiny!” Wooyoung calls affectionately, seeing the group entering.

You felt like during the walk you had gotten it together a bit, but suddenly standing in the center of the room with eight pairs of eyes on you, tears well up again.

“y/n?” Seonghwa catches it first, “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” you wave him away, shooting a glance to Mingi and Yunho, hoping they understand you’d rather not talk about it. “It’s just the last night of tour, the last show!” you say, attempting to brush off the feeling and turn it into something positive.

You feel like for a moment you might have gotten away with it, but Mingi huffs and says, “The security guard was bothering her, what a piece of-“

“What?” San cuts through, crossing the room for you, “What do you mean?”

“He had her in a corner.” Mingi says simply, and Yunho smacks his arm, gesturing towards you trying to get you to shut up, “Oh… uh… I’m sorry y/n. But I did hit him.”

San’s gaze snaps from Mingi back to you, and you hear Hongjoong shout, “Mingi!”

“I wasn’t going to let it go,” Mingi shrugs, “she was scared.”

“I’m fine,” you protest, “it’s fine,” you turn towards Yunho and Mingi, but San reaches out and holds your arms gently in his hands, “Thank you for helping though, he didn’t know how to take no for an answer.”

San’s hands slide up and down your arms in a gesture of comfort, “I’m sorry,” he says but for what you have no idea.

“I was more worried he wasn’t going to let me backstage,” you admit, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to get back in touch with you,”

San’s eyes widen, and he pulls you in close to wrap you in a hug.

“We would have come looking,” Yeosang offers from his place on the couch, “but I’m glad you’re okay.”

They all echo the sentiment, and as San holds you tightly Wooyoung comes to make the hug a group hug from behind you. You can’t help but laugh into San’s shoulder, the tears starting to dissipate.

“Let’s get you some food,” Jongho says, and you hear Seonghwa jump up and assist. They are piling a paper plate full of light snacks from the green room, and they pull a water bottle out of a nearby cooler. As Wooyoung and San break away, Jongho pushes the food into your hands and opens the water bottle for you before offering it over too.

“I,” you start to say but you shake your head, “thank you,”

This time, now that you’re more comfortable, you cross the room and take a seat on the couch next to Yeosang without needing to be asked. You start by taking a few long sips of water, the cold helping calm you immensely. The room is quiet for a few moments as you drink and start to pick at the food on your plate. Yunho crosses the room to sit on the arm of the couch, his hand reaching and resting on the back of your neck where he gently kneads his thumb against the knot of stress sitting between your shoulders.

You glance up at San, expecting to see flash of jealousy, but he smiles warmly and with comfort. Yunho’s hand is calming, and the presence of all these men brings your adrenaline down so you can breathe a little easier.

After a moment you say, “the show was amazing,”

“Yeah?” Jongho says.

“It gets better every time to be honest, and I can’t believe you did ‘Pick it Up’ during the encore, it was amazing to see live.”

There’s a chorus of thank yous, and you finish a few more bites of food before letting the plate rest on your knees. You don’t have much of an appetite, but you’re sure that this helped. San steps in, asking if you’re done and taking the plate away so you can relax.

“y/n,” Hongjoong pulls up a chair closer to your side of the room, “are you feeling better?”

You nod, “Much, thank you,”

He sighs, seeming grateful, and takes a breath before saying “I’ve spoken to Eden and some managers at KQ. There’s a place for you if you want it,”

“There is?” Your hands drop to your lap, and you’re sure your mouth has fallen open embarrassingly.

He laughs and gives you a grin, “It’s a junior position, a junior sound designer and audio editor, but you’d work with us and Eden and definitely get some experience like you wanted.”

“You’re serious?”

Yeosang laughs next to you, “We wouldn’t play a joke like that on you,”

“A place for me,” you repeat, mostly to yourself. It’s been a long time since you felt like you had one, and falling into it with Ateez feels right, feels sure.

“Mm,” Hongjoong nods again, “You don’t have to decide,” he starts to say but you cut him off, “Of course I’ll take the job.”

There’s cheers and congratulations, before you know it, you’re up on your feet and being embraced by everyone.

“Well, that’s it then,” Mingi announces, “our Atiny is joining the team! Let’s celebrate!”

Yunho and Seonghwa start passing out beers and soju, and you accept yours gratefully. “And you just finished your tour to entirely sold-out shows,” you remind them, “let’s drink to that too!”

San and Wooyoung are clapping and raising their glasses.

“Geonbae!” Mingi calls, and everyone calls the toast back, taking a cheerful swig of beer.

“What happens now?” You ask.

Hongjoong clears his throat, “Well, we talked about it this morning.”

It must have been part of the conversation you caught on the tour bus, completely forgotten after such a long day.

“We want you to stay,” San says, taking a step closer to you and clinking his glass to yours softly.

“To stay?”

Hongjoong crosses the room and waves San away with the back of his hand, “We talked about this,”

San is pouting, and you can’t help but giggle at the sight.

“You said yesterday that you had a flight in the morning back home,” You nod at Hongjoong’s question, and he continues, “We can drop you at the airport tomorrow and next week we can pick you back up after you’ve gotten your things together to start working at KQ.”

“Okay,” you start to say

“There’s something else,” Hongjoong starts, and your eyes flick to San’s, remembering what he said after you kissed earlier that afternoon.

“Anything,”

You hear a small laugh behind you and Hongjoong shakes his head, “Don’t promise just yet.”

“I really don’t understand,” you admit.

“It’s a hard question for me to ask,” Hongjoong admits, “not knowing what your answer will be.”

He takes a few steps away from you, and you shift, glancing at the rest of the boys who have seemed to sober considerably, trading glances at you and each other in equal measure. They’re nervous, you realize. What about you makes them nervous you can’t imagine, but Seonghwa moves forward into your space tightly and the penny starts to drop.

“We want to ask you,” he says, dipping his head low, “to stay with us all, to be with us,” his lips connect with yours and for a moment your mind shorts. You push him back softly with your hands against his shoulders, taking a few quick steps backwards.

“But I,” your head swivels to look at San, “I don’t know what’s happening,”

San is still giving you a warm smile, and it does nothing but further confuse you. Putting your beer down on a nearby side table, you rub your temples, “I don’t understand,”

Hongjoong’s voice cuts through, “Everybody out.”

“Ah hyung!”

“Hongjoong!”

“Why?”

“I said we couldn’t pressure her.” He’s firm, opening the door to the green room, “I want to speak with her alone, and without you all breathing down her neck.”

When the room clears, you’re alone with Hongjoong.

“Come and sit down,” he crosses to the couch and takes a seat at the far end, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You sit, but a little stiffly on the edge of the cushion, angling towards Hongjoong you say, “Please tell me what he means, that you want me to stay with you.”

He exhales low and reaches to gently take your hand. “We like you,” he starts, “It’s been a long time since all of us have felt this way about an outsider- not one of us and not one of our immediate crew. What we do can be isolating, and with the way our lives are examined we don’t often get to have normal experiences.”

“Oh,”

“We love what we do, and we love our Atinys,” he swallows, “but it can be lonely.”

“I’m sorry,” you manage.

He shakes his head, “When I say we all like you, I mean it. Hearing your music, spending time with you, the way you participated at practice…. It is rare that we all connect equally with someone.”

Warmth blooms in your chest, “I feel the same, that I’ve connected with all of you,”

“We wanted to put you up for the job at KQ because we were genuinely surprised by your music, so please understand that this offer is genuine.” You wait for him to continue. “What we also were hoping for, was that you would come to stay with us full time.”

Your eyes widen.

Hongjoong squeezes your fingers, “I know San has already expressed his interest, his feelings. I’m sure you’ve noticed the way Yunho has been with you, Mingi too. Seonghwa’s attentions just now should be clear enough.”

“Clear?” It slips out before you can stop yourself

“Mm,” he nods, “We all feel the same.”

It dawns then – “When you say stay with you….?”

“At our dorms, our home.”

“And Seonghwa said,”

“Be with us.” He confirms.

“You mean that literally,” you ask, already knowing the answer from the expression on his face.

“Our life can be lonely, and finding someone like you that we all truly like and appreciate? We agreed, we want you to come home with us. We can keep each other company, but it’s not the same as finding that someone.”

“You all….talked about it and you want me to what? Live with you so you can…. share me?”

Hongjoong’s mouth drops, “Well,”

You pull your hand back a moment, “I see why you’d be worried that I’d think the job offer was fake.”

“y/n,” Hongjoong reaches back out to you, gently pleading, “not at all. You can take the job and reject this offer and we’ll never discuss it again.”

A few beats pass. “You’ve done this before,” you realize.

Your eyes meet, and he doesn’t deceive you. “Yes,” he says, “once before.”

“So, a woman lived with you, had…. she had sex with all of you?”

He cringes momentarily, “Yes, for a very brief period. It was more like some of us dated her, with others she was more like a roommate. She accompanied us on an American tour, but when we got back to Seoul she wanted to go back to her real life.”

“And you were what? Looking to find the right fan?”

He’s appalled, and by his expression you know you’ve said something horrible. He releases you, “I can see why you would think this way, but it was never really an option we considered again until meeting you yesterday. And if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll let it go.”

“I’m…” you almost answer, but in truth you really don’t know. The emotions from being with San this morning, to kissed by Seonghwa, to being asked for something like this? It’s next to impossible and logic isn’t responding.

“If you want time,”

You nod. You’re staring at your folded hands, and after what feels like ages, you nod again, “I need to think. Being here has been incredible, and I want the job… but what you’re asking is… I can’t just decide something like that in a minute.”

He squeezes your hand, “Okay,”

“Okay.”

“Do you want to see the rest of the members, or would you prefer I have a car take you to your hotel?” he asks.

“Hotel, please,” you sigh, rubbing your hands across your tired eyes, “I think I need to go home first.”

“Ah,” Hongjoong bites his lip before saying, “Take your flight home, and in a week, I’ll have a car service pick you up. Just give the driver tonight your address and he’ll organize things.” He pulls out his phone, “Give me your number too, so we have a way of communicating.”

You plug your number in, and Hongjoon presses the call button. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, and he nods, “when you come back for the job, give us your answer.”

“And if I say no that will be that?” you ask, “I can still work at KQ and with you with no issues?”

“You have my word,” he says, “It’s completely up to you. You can take all of it, none of it, or some of it.”

“Okay,” you stand, and he follows suit, “then in a week I’ll give you my answer.”

Hongjoong pulls you into a soft hug, “Travel safe,”

“You too,”

He smooths his hands down your arms once, drops your hands, and opens the side door that leads outside. Within a few minutes you’re in a car heading to your originally booked hotel, and you can’t help but wonder if that was the last moment you’ll ever spend with them.

As you drive, check into the hotel, and collapse into the waiting sheets, you pour over the last two days events. Worrying your lip with your teeth, you think of every passing comment or brush of a hand against yours. It’s clear now that they were flirting, but you just thought they were flirtatious by nature, especially to a fan. You slip into sleep, San’s kiss playing over and over in your head.

Can we keep you? He had whispered in your ear. Even then he was telling you.

In the morning, you follow the plan. You get on your flight and go home. You look around your tiny apartment, at your tiny quiet life, and you make a choice.

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‧✧̣̇‧ Marry me.

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, pro gamer!jk, cry baby!reader, non-idol au.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summery: You overhear Jungkook talking to his gaming buddies about you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 700ish

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It was 3 am when you felt your bladder wake you up from your cozy slumber. You groaned, turning around to snuggle into your boyfriend's back for a bit but he was gone from his usual spot in your bed. You shrugged thinking he just went to play his game for a while like he does when he can’t sleep.

After your little trip to the bathroom you decided to sneak into the kitchen to get a snack and cuddle with Jungkook but before you could go attach yourself to him, you heard him speak barely above a whisper in his headset. He was waiting for his game to load and you admit curiosity got the best of you since he’s usually really loud.

So you stayed in the kitchen hoping to catch him whispering about how amazing of a girlfriend you were and how much he loved you.

“I’ll show it to you tomorrow, it’s gorgeous,” Jungkook said,” I hope she likes it.” He grunts when his character gets in a tough spot.

You stayed still thinking it would let you hear him better.

”It’s custom so yes it cost a lot, fuck cover me.”

You smiled knowing he was most likely talking about a gift he got you.

One of Jungkooks many love languages was gift giving so you weren’t surprised when he would randomly give you gifts.

What did surprise you though, was what he said next.

“Of course I’m happy, I’m gonna marry the love of my life.”

You felt your skin prickle with shock, your heart beat faster than it’s ever beaten before.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

I’m going to marry the love of my life.

His words rang through your head like a poem, reciting each word with more love than the one before.

Jungkook yawned before continuing.

“I just hope I can keep it a secret until her parents' anniversary,” He chuckled,” They gave me permission to do it then, they said it would be the greatest gift they could ever receive. Besides a grandchild I guess.”

Jungkook asked for your parents permission already? He must have asked them over the phone because the last time you saw them was last year.

Unless he’s been planning this for longer.

“Fuck you guys,” Jungkooks gruffy voice broke you out of your trance,” you’re just jealous that I’m going to have a beautiful wife while you bitches are stuck jerking off to your D.VA body pillows.”

Beautiful wife.

Before you knew it your body moved on its own, eyes were filled with tears as you barged into the living room where Jungkook sat.

He jumped up, startled from your stumbling.

“Kookie.” You cried.

“B-Baby,” Jungkook stuttered, removing his headset,” d-did you just wake up?” His eyes were wide with fear that you overheard him.

He prayed you didn’t hear him.

You tried to speak but you kept gasping, trying to catch your breath, you were so emotional, so shocked, so happy.

“I- I- Are- Are you-“ You took another deep breath,”kookie ..”

Jungkook jumped from his seat to go comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you and you bawled in his chest, leaving his chest glossy with your tears. “I'm guessing you heard me?” Jungkook rested his chin on the top of your head. He rubbed your back, very embarrassed about spilling the beans on the plan he’s been working on for nearly a year.

“Y-Yes,” you pulled back to look at him and Jungkook stifled a giggle at your glossy eyes and runny nose,” you really wanna marry me?”

“Yes.” More tears spilled.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He cooed while giving your cheeks lovely kisses.

Which made you cry more.

“Fuck. I had this whole plan,” Jungkook sighed,” I wanted it to be more special…than this.”

“Kookie no matter how you ask me to marry you it’ll be special. Any moment with you is special.” You kissed his brow that was furrowed with guilt,” besides it’ll be fun to tell to our kids~”

Jungkook chuckled as his cheeks bloomed red with love.

He stayed silent, reassured that you would still marry him.

“Can you pay for my nails so I can show my ring off?” You broke the silence.

“Can I still propose to you like I planned?”

“Of course~” You cooed, snuggling your nose with his.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Kookie~”

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sugardaddy!seonghwa

when your scholarship falls through during the last semester of your college career, you were, admittedly, on edge. 

overwhelmed by the prospect of delaying your graduation to save up thousands of dollars or work a second job or, per the suggestion of your roommate, sell pictures of your feet. 

you first met park eunbi during your first year of college, when she walked through your dorm room with a smile on her face and her parents by her side - or, more notably to you, her incredibly handsome father. 

that’s all he ever was to you though - your friend’s hot dad who you only ever saw a few times a year. 

but when you find yourself around him more and more often, your attraction growing and his eyes lingering, you suddenly find yourself in a situation you know is wrong but can’t seem to pull yourself out of. 

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dance for you (yunho x reader) | preview

genre: yunho x fem reader, dancer!au, rivals to lovers, smut, angst

summary: All your life, dancing has been everything you’ve known. Dancing is your life, your purpose, your everything. So when the most esteemed and decorated dance troupe in America announces that they’re accepting auditions for the first time in years, you jump at the opportunity--even if it means uprooting your former life, leaving behind your family and long term boyfriend. Everything goes well at first, but soon you experience betrayal from those you thought were closest to you, leaving you feeling more alone than ever. That’s where Jeong Yunho comes in: the charismatic but troubled dancer whose competitive edge positions him as your rival in the dance company. You and Yunho begin an intense relationship that leaves you both questioning what’s more important: your career, or love? How far are you both willing to go to secure your spot, even if it means breaking the other’s heart?

word count: 50k+ but will be split into parts

estimated release date: TBA

preview below the cut

“Welp. Looks like we’re gonna get placed in the back since you refuse to remember the choreography!” barked Yunho in frustration.

You raise your arms in defeat. “Here we go again! Another instance of the amazing Jeong Yunho refusing to take accountability for his own mistakes!”

“Oh, so now it’s MY fault that you can’t keep up with a simple choreo? Maybe if you weren’t always locking yourself into a practice room by yourself we would’ve made some progress by now!”

You raise an accusatory finger in his direction. “Need I remind you that it's YOU who drew this line in the sand, not me!”

Yunho paced back and forth across the room. “Fuck, it’s hot in here.” he mutters to himself. He pulls his baggy t-shirt off his head leaving him with nothing to cover his upper body.

You roll your eyes. “Really Yunho? Now you’re gonna strip while I’m in the room? Is that supposed to make me dance better?”

He throws his sweaty shirt somewhere in the corner. “Aren’t you the same girl who walks around in a little bra all the time? Grow up.”

“You know what? Take me home. I’ve had enough of your bullshit for the night.”

Yunho chuckles. “We’ve literally only been here for an hour! Stop being so sensitive and come dance!”

Fired up by Yunho’s comments, you walk closer to him until you’re right up in his face. “You know, I don’t quite get you, Yunho. For someone who claims to hate me, you’re constantly trying to keep me around like a little bitch.”

He laughs and moves even closer to you with a sinister smile. “Oh really, is that the case? Did you forget that not so long ago I had you begging for me to stay so I could fuck you?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the vulgarity of his words. You don’t even know what to say back to that, because after all, he’s right. Making out with Yunho feels like such a far away timeline compared to your relationship today, but now, as he stands here shirtless and covered in sweat, you’re reminded of what drew you to him in the first place.

You’re so taken aback by his words that you don’t notice that he’s moving closer to you until your back hits the wall. “In fact,” he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “I think we were in this exact room.”

When you feel the cold wall against your back, you realize there’s nowhere for you to run. He’s got you pressed up against him, so close that the tip of his nose hovers just barely above yours. Your heart beats in your chest faster than you’d like to admit, but you’re determined not to show it, keeping eye contact as he stares at you menacingly.

“Look at you” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave. “You put on a big show, but really, deep down, you still want me, don’t you?”

“You know what?” you make sure you look him right in the eyes. “Fuck you, Yunho.”

He smiles. “Fuck you, too.”

Both of you stare at each other, red hot with anger, eyes full of hatred...yet all you can think about right now is how good Yunho looks, how much you want to feel his lips on yours again.

And luckily you don’t have to think too hard because, just as you lean in, he crashes his lips against yours at the exact same time.

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