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Too Much Time Together

genre: best-friends-to-lovers!au, childhood-friends-to-lovers!au, indie rock band member!Yuta, corporate worker!reader (fluff, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, a lot of pining from Yuta in the first half, frustrating office environment (jungwoo’s parents are really crazy in this) 

pairing/s: Yuta/Reader (I use fem pronouns for the reader), Jungwoo/Reader (for a solid portion of the story), ft some of the nct kids 

word count: 29k+ I wasn’t kidding when I said this was gna be long 

tw: misogyny in the work place, toxic behaviour in jungwoo & reader’s relationship, uhh there’s like 1 f word in this HAHHA, mild swearing, they drink in this too  taglist: @infnteen​ (do let me know if u want to be tagged in my future stuff) 

a/n: hello!! this is something I had a lot of fun writing so I hope you guys enjoy it :) I too wanted to k*ss Yuta while I wrote this…. but yes. this is also based on the song ‘too much time together’ by san cisco! so u cld listen to that to get some of the vibes~ anyway, enjoy! happy Friday everyone…  read this on ao3

Seven in the evening. Your favourite time of the day.

When you were younger, you always thought your town was calmest during this time. When the sun had started to set and everything was just a mix of blues and greys. When the stars weren’t visible yet and you could see the faint pink of the clouds lingering in the sky. When the wind was just the right amount of cold and the roads were almost empty save for the few cyclists or family vans.

It wasn’t common in your town for people to work late. By 5 o’clock, you’d be able to hear the light clinking of cutlery and see the glow of warm light shining out from the houses and laughter echoing from diners in your street while you were on your way home, the occasional couple or dog-owner taking a walk around the neighbourhood.

But that wasn’t why you liked it so much.

“Oh my god, look at what my mom just sent me.”

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| Headcanons |

NCT 127 As Boyfriends (solo headcanons)

Taeyong | Taeil | Johnny | Yuta | Doyoung | Jaehyun | Jungwoo | Mark | Haechan

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| Reactions |

NCT 127 reaction to their S/O tics

NCT 127 reaction to their gamer S/O

| Fake Texts |

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| Drabbles |

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| Series |

My NCT OT23 Halloween Collaboration (unfinished collab!)

| Timestamps |

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[ Date Night w/ Yuta ]

Warnings: Very Slight 18 + Reference 

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It is not cold, but the golden warmth of the day has slowly given way to a slight breeze, not quite enough to make you shiver, but enough for you to subconsciously pass a hand over the bare skin of your arm. Even as he holds the doorway to the restaurant open for you, Yuta notices. He immediately slips the jacket from his shoulders and stepping close from behind, places it over your own, causing you to turn. ‘Yuta, hey,’ you smile softly, feeling the material between your fingers, ‘I don’t want you to be cold either.’

Yuta shakes his head, shrugs and smiles all at once and you know you cannot argue with him. For a second, you take in the sight of him in the fitted shirt, appreciating how it wraps perfectly over his wide shoulders and how it clings to his waist. It isn’t often you see him dressed so tidily and you can’t help but think he really is your Takoyaki Prince.

He wraps his arm haphazardly around your back as you meander along the street. He talks quickly and laughs loudly, maybe it is a result of the wine, maybe it is because has you wrapped in his arm and nowhere to be in the morning. When you pass a twenty-four-hour convenience store, he feels you tug at the cuff of his shirt and the moment he catches your eye, he knows he’s a goner. He likes the fact you pull him into the store in search of ice cream and an extra bottle of wine even after your fancy dinner date. It makes him feel grounded, like he’s really here with you, not half caught up in recording and filming and practice like he sometimes is. 

Inside, he offers to find something to drink like he has any more of an idea than you, whilst you spend longer than you should picking between a few flavours of ice cream. He leaves with a firm kiss on your cheek and a promise to be back in a minute. Yuta isn’t sure when this became a habit - inviting you out to expensive restaurants so you can wear those items in your wardrobe saved for special occasions, late-night visits to the convenience store on your way home to your apartment, but he knows lives for it. 

When he returns a few minutes later with a bottle Jaehyun had recommended beneath his arm, you are in the same position as he had left you. Yuta watches for a moment without speaking. Even he cannot catch the smile that lifts the edges of his mouth at the sight of you, peering into the freezer, the heels, the slinky scarlet number, the jacket that belongs to him. There is someone, another guy, standing at the opposite end of the aisle and Yuta can see clear enough that he too is enjoying the sight and he takes it as his cue to return to your side. As he nears, his hand slips beneath the jacket hanging loosely over your shoulders and settles dangerously low on your back, the tips of his fingers perfectly comfortable over the curve of your waist. 

Yuta does not care about the possibility of being seen as his fingers press gently enough into your skin to draw you nearer, close enough for him to find your mouth with his own. He does not care as he deepens the kiss, the hand on your back pulling you until there is little gap between your chests, until you’re pressed against him in the freezer aisle. 

It’s only when he hears a little squeak of embarrassment escape against his mouth that he pulls away. He takes great joy in the flush that has spread across your features, an intoxicating combination of a couple of glasses of wine and his brazen display of affection. Yuta tucks the pint of ice cream beneath his arm and reaches for your hand, threading his fingers through your own as he guides you toward the checkout. As you pass the stranger at the end of the aisle, Yuta smirks, taking pride in the fact he knows it’ll be him and only him slipping the slinky dress from your shoulders at the end of the evening.