Could You Do Junho And 7?

Could you do Junho and 7?

thank you for requesting this! I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you like it!

7. someone messed up and gave you something that belongs to him.

[10:30 a.m.] this is it, you think. today’s the day you get your final report card handed to you. you could feel the nervousness growing as the other students, one by one, enter the classroom. you see your friends, heejin and moyeon, walk in. they sit in front of you in their seats and turn around. “don’t worry, y/n. as usual, you’ll pass with all A’s again.” heejin tells you. “yeah like you have for the last year now.” moyeon adds in. you lightly scoff, “don’t jinx it, guys. anything’s possible. I feel more nervous now than I have ever been.” moyeon pats your hand in an attempt to comfort you. “relax, y/n. you’re going to do fine. anyways, you girls have any plans after school today? we could go get some celebratory boba!” you tilt your head, asking, “what are we celebrating?” heejin and moyeon simultaneously exclaim, “the last day of junior year!” which caused a few of the people in the classroom to weirdly glance at you three. you just laughed, and the girls joined in. then, in through the door walks your crush, cha junho. he’s laughing with his friends dongpyo and hyungjun. “stop giving him heart eyes, y/n!” heejin squeaks, and as a response, you shove her arm, the back of your neck heating up. dongpyo coincidentally happens to be your desk partner, so when you see him heading over, you shush the girls. he takes a seat and smiles at you three. “so, are we ready for report cards?” you shook your head no, to which dongpyo said, “you’ll do fine, ms. star student.” heejin whined, “ugh, my mom said if my grades drop, I won’t be allowed to go to the bangtan concert.” heejin whined, before putting her head down dramatically. moyeon leaned over and whispered just loud enough for you guys to hear, “ if you don’t go, can I have the ticket?” heejin’s head shot up at this and she yelped, “yah!” which caused a few heads to turn your way. you laughed at the scene unfolding in front of you, shaking your head at your friends’ childish behavior.

you shift your gaze slightly to see junho staring at you. quickly, you snapped your eyes back to your friends, a light blush dusting your cheeks. at that moment, your teacher walks in with a small stack of papers in his hand. the entire class gradually quiets down as he sets down his things. “ all right, all right, settle down.” the teacher lifts up a paper. “I have your final report cards, I will distribute these and once I finish, you are free to go. I hope you all enjoy your summer, and I will see you next year.” this causes applause to roar among the students and then your teacher clears his throats before starting. “cha junho, y/l/n y/n, kim heejin. please come up here and get your report cards.” you and heejin stand and so does junho. once you guys get your report cards you sit down. you are anxious, but your curiosity gets the best of you as you begin to examine the sheet of paper. you were shocked; you were expecting all a’s and are bombarded with not a single a, but mainly c’s and some b’s here and there. you must look terrified because dongpyo starts rubbing up and down your shoulder and tears drop onto the report card. heejin does a small dance in her chair; you could only assume that that means she’s going to her concert. you put your head down until the last name is called. what had happened? why did your grades look like this? did you underestimate your junior year? things weren’t adding up and you still cried. then you heard dongpyo being called up, then moyeon and then one by one, people started leaving. your head was still on the desk, supported by your arms. moyeon and heejin tried getting you up but you were stubborn. just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you knew it wasn’t heejin or moyeon, but your hunch was confirmed when you heard, “y/n, I think they made a mistake.” you recognize junho’s voice and you moved your head out from your arms.

with a tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes you look up and see junho handing you a report card. you take it and read it: all a’s and you look at the top. it has your name on it. hurriedly, you look back at the one you originally received and sure enough, the name on that one was ‘cha junho’. “I-I’m so sorry, here,” you hand junho his report card back, which has some of your tears on it. he smiles at this and then says, “are my grades that terrible, that they made you cry?” you blush at his comment and shake your head, avoiding his teasing gaze. “well, now that we have these things sorted out, we’ll meet you by your locker, y/n.” the girls wave towards you with heejin wiggling her brows. dongpyo then says, “uh, yeah, I’ve gotta, umm, meet seungwoo hyung! yes! I’ll do that! see ya!” leaving you two in the classroom. you get up to collect your things and put them into your bag, and junho suggests, “you know, I was thinking. why don’t you tutor me over the summer? I mean you are an all A student, and I could use the extra help, for the sake of my GPA.” you widen your eyes at this. junho laughs and heads to the door. right before leaving, he turns towards you and says, “if you want to do it, I left you my number on your report card. let me know soon,” and winks before he leaves you in the room. your summer was going to be busy indeed.

25 and 33!

25. actually, I think my favorite live performance would have to be SIXC’s “move” performance, the one they showed in the broadcast, just because everything was perfect about that performance and I loved the group dynamic so much *^____^* I still rewatch that performance from time to time

33. the idol that is closest to my ideal type is probably wonpil. he’s funny, literally is so cute and he’s got a really refreshing personality. also (and this is kind of odd) I have a thing for guys with perfect teeth and wonpil’s teeth... are freaking perfect.

Yunseong and 15 please!

hi, love! thanks for the request, I really hope you like it! gosh I love this prompt

a/n: bf/n- best friend’s name

15. “spill that tea, sis.”

[12:47 p.m.] when yunseong went over to meet you after his class was over, he found you sitting outside the building, on one of the picnic tables. you were on the phone, yelling about something. “can you believe the nerve of some people? how dare she call me out like that! and as if that wasn’t already embarrassing enough, she also asked for my input! she goes like, ‘y/n, you seem like you have something to say to that, care to share it with us?’ my god, bf/n, I’m telling you, you would hate her guts, too, if you met her in person. ugh, she gets on my nerves.” you look up and see yunseong approaching you, an amused smile slowly growing on his phone. “anyway, I’ll call you back, I’m with yunseong now. alright, sure, love you! bye.” you disconnect the phone call and yunseong sits next to you, leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek. “what’s going on?” you sighed in exasperation and reply, “someone really ticked me off today.” yunseong raised an eyebrow, then he deadpanned, “spill the tea, sis.” you laughed lightly at his use of the phrase, before telling him about how in your discussion class, one of your classmates criticized one of your ideas about a book and how it was flawed, before correcting you and basically displaying her intelligence for the professor to praise.

“she tore it apart, and I felt so stupid in that moment. I just wanted to leave the room.” yunseong knew how much you worked for this class compared to your other classes; you generally spend more time on the papers and the quizzes that were assigned in this class, so for someone to knock your already low confidence in the class, yunseong could only imagine how hurt you must have felt. he rubbed your back, and you didn’t realize when your eyes were moist and tears were sitting at the edges of your eyes. “sorry, this is stupid, I don’t even know why i’m crying about this.” you wiped your eyes aggressively. yunseong comes in front of you and kneels, so that his hands are resting on both your knees. “hey, listen to me. it’s natural to let your feelings out like this. you’re a human being, you have emotions that can overwhelm you, okay? let’s go. get up, let’s do something. your classes are done for the day and so are mine. what do you say?” you seemed a bit reluctant, so yunseong got up and pulled on your hands. “let’s go, I know where we can go.” and after some convincing he finally gets you up and shrugging your backpack over your shoulder, you follow yunseong, whose hand in encasing your own as he leads you to his car.

you both sit in his car and you shoot him a curious look. “where are we going?” he starts the car and looks back at you. “it’s a surprise. sit tight, I promise it’ll be nice.” taking his word for it, you relax a little on the seat and yunseong turns on the radio. you close your eyes and enjoy the sound of the song playing from yunseong’s car stereo and the occasional blending in of his voice with the singers’ voices. you smiled whenever he sang; you’ve always told him that he could have a great career as an idol, because he’s good looking and he’s got a great voice, and he dances really well, too (he always thinks your bluffing, but it’s true). once the car stops, you open your doors and see that yunseong drove to the park near your college campus, and not just any park; this park had a small cherry blossom garden, which you loved coming to. this was also where you and yunseong had some of your dates. he knew how much you loved coming here. yunseong came around and helped you out of the car and you two walked hand in hand to your bench. and the two of you sat, and you rested your head on his shoulder and intertwined your fingers. “hey,” you break the silence between the two of you. yunseong hums in response and you continue, “thanks for today. I don’t know what happened to me today, but I’m so sorry that you had to see me like that. I was in a weird mood and I genuinely appreciate the fact that you brought me out here. thank you, babe.” and with that, you leaned up and kissed your amazing boyfriend on his jaw and returned your head to its original position. smiling down at your form, yunseong kissed your forehead and mumbled “anything for you, my darling” before looking out into the sunset, savoring this very moment between the two of you.

UWU, i loved it bub! :)))

awww thanks sweetheart!

9, 19(your fav group) & 29

9. fave MV at the moment is “time of our life” by day6 (their MVs have always been my favorite tho ngl)

19. the best dancer in nct is ten. hands down.

29. 😅 Xeno by @hwayoungscorpioshin it is such an addictive read (the good kind ;) )

16 & moon hyunbin?

here it is! I hope this turned out as good as I thought it would, and I hope you enjoy it!!

16. you meet him for the first time... and you fall into his arms.

[7:43 a.m.] your luck has never been on your side ever since you could grasp the concept of luck itself. a few instances of your luck not shining through flash in your head: when you were 6, you were the first to fall asleep at the sleepover you threw. when you were 10, you nearly cried for two hours because you couldn’t find a ring (it was quite expensive) that was found under your pillow. when you were 14, your parents happened to walk in when the only racy scene in a movie started playing on the tv. now you’re 18, and surprisingly you haven’t experienced anything too terrible that was worth repressing. but maybe, you spoke too soon. the rain fell hard onto your car, as you hurriedly parked it in the student lot. of course, you’re going to be late to school on your first day; it’s a new school and you don’t know where your classes are. you’re stuck in traffic because when people see rain, they miraculously forget how to drive. on top of that, you didn’t bring your umbrella this morning because when you checked the forecast, there were no signs of rain. “great, it’s just my shitty luck.” you grumble, leaning your arm against the window and resting your head in your hand. the line moves at the pace of a snail, and the rain doesn’t seem to be clearing up any time soon.

 by the time you reached the school campus, it was around 7:59 a.m. and the first period starts at 8. “I’ll be late, anyway. I shouldn’t even attempt to run and slip on my way in.” so you parked your car and walked in the rain as fast as you could until you entered the building. the first thing you did was find a bathroom. once you were inside, you silently thanked the school for having hand dryers. so there you stood, drying yourself, then your backpack. and although you couldn’t get either one to dry up completely, you did what you could and began making your way to your first class. upon entering the classroom, the teacher scoffed, “look at the time. is this a time to come into your first class?” embarrassed, you tugged on the hem of your shirt, before stuttering, “I-I apologize. I’m a new student here and, I got lost. I also got caught in the rain, so that’s why it took me longer to get here. I’m so sorry.” you saw a flash of sympathy on the teacher’s face; she probably felt bad for you, but you saw it for a second. she cleared her throat and asked you to come in. at this point, all you needed was to find an empty seat. you blocked out the whispers and stares of the surrounding students and quickly sat in a seat, settling down before pulling out your dry (thank god) notebook and a pen.

just like that, most of your day went by, problem-free. well, except for you have yet to find friends. thankfully, because it’s the first day of classes, people are advertising different clubs, trying to get new students to sign up for them. so, during your lunch break, you decided to head to the bulletin board where they had posted the club sign-up sheets. you examine the different clubs the school has to offer: gardening, theatre, cooking club. but there’s one that catches your eye, and that is acapella club. with a small smile on your face, you read the details about the club, adding your name and info onto it. “can’t wait to see you at our first meeting!” a voice says behind you, immediately startling you. somehow you lost your balance, and began falling back when two arms secured themselves around your waist,  you back into your original position. “are you okay?” you turn to see the face of your savior, and it’s a boy around your age, with feline eyes and a soft grin settled on his pink lips. wow, he’s cute, you think and he laughs, his cheeks becoming slightly pink. “thanks, I guess.” your eyes widened. “did I just say that out loud?” you ask him and he nodded. you shut your eyes tight, in horror. “don’t worry about it too much. I’m hyunbin, by the way.” you tell him your name, and he smiles, before replying, “pretty name for a pretty girl. I’ll see you on the day of the first meeting.” he sends you a playful wink before retreating back towards the cafeteria. and for once, you thanked your luck.