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Theme Park 🎪 and A Broken Heart💔

An imagine when Taeyong dared Doyoung to approach a girl and give her some free fast pass and food vouchers from the theme park but the someone came and Doyoung thought he was her boyfriend and got heartbroken.

*

"Go on, Dodo. You can do it", Taeyong whispered from behind him.

"Taeyong, I swear to God, I'll kill next time you force me to do something like this", he warned.

"Well, I'm not the one who lose the bet", Taeyong smirked. "Meet you at your home. Bye", he said as his friend got off from his car and walked towards the girl.

*

"Hey, guys-", her mouth hung widely as she looked at the vacant space infront of her.

"Yah... Did they really leave me? I just went to park the car for awhile", she said referring to her friends.

Scratching her head she dialed her friend's number but nobody out of her 5 friends answered.

"Aish! Jjinja?!"

"Where are they?!"

She yelled in frustration at the empty car park.

"Need some help?", a husky voice asked her.

She faced the owner of the voice.

A guy.

A tall, young and rugged man. His shirt hung from his broad shoulders perfectly. A warm smile plastered on his face.

"Urm..."

"I think you do. Come let me show you around."

He gestured her to follow him.

*

He showed her around the theme park but she didn't go on the rides. She wanted to look for her friends. Everywhere they went, she kept an eye for any of her friends.

She frowned all the way of the tour.

'Where are they?'

'What will they think if they see me with this stranger?'

It's not that she's not grateful, she was indeed very grateful of this miracle. It's not everyday someone will lend you a helping hand. Moreover, a stranger.

But she's afraid of what her friends would think. No, more like she didn't want to get teased.

"I haven't introduce myself. I'm Doyoung. And you?", his question brought her back to reality.

"Huh?"

"Your name?", he asked again.

"Oh... I'm Jina", she answered.

Then, her eyes caught a glipse of her friend. Minji.

"Well, you look distracted. Are you okay?", his eyebrows formed a concerned frown.

"Actually, I'm looking for my friends. It's not like I'm not grateful for your help but I need to go", she said and quickly ran to Minji.

"Thank you!", she managed to shout as she ran while waving her hand.

*

"Hey, I think we left someone behind", Hayeon said.

"Right...", Chaemi nodded.

"Wait. Where's Jina?", Sori asked.

"Right... We left Jina at the car park", Aeri said.

"Hey, guys. I got a missed call from Jina", Minji said.

"Ppali, guys. Look out for Jina while we walk around", Hayeon said.

*

"Guys, isn't that Jina?", Sori pointed at the merry-go-round.

"Yes. It's her", Aeri said.

"Who's that next to her?", Chaemi asked, pointing to Doyoung.

*

"There you are", Jina said as she catched her breathe.

"I've been searching everywhere for you guys", she panted.

"Searching for us or going on a blind date?", Hayeon teased.

"Eh? No!!! Aish! You guys left me and accused me going on a date?! Ai! You are so mean!", she yelled.

"I'm just kidding, Jina-ya", Hayeon grinned, patting Jina's shoulder.

Jina pouted.

"Come on. Have you guys go on the rides? Cause I haven't", Jina linked her hands with Hayeon and walked towards the rides.

The others followed suit, grinning as they did. Feeling grateful because they had found their dear friend.

*

"That ride was NASTY!", Chaemi yelled the last word, referring to the rollercoster.

"I want to puke already", Aeri put a hand across her mouth.

"You weak ass bitches, look at me. Strong and steady", Sori smirked.

"Wait till we get to the haunted house", Hayeon deadpanned.

Sori rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue at Hayeon.

"I'm not scared."

Then, they heard someone coughed from behind them.

They turned around and saw Doyoung.

"Hi", he waved.

"I'm Doyoung", he introduced himself.

"Ohh~ You're that guy with Jina,right?", Chaemi asked.

"Yeah... She looks like she was lost so I showed her around", he explained. "No harm intended", he raised his both of his hands in a surrender motion.

"Thank you for taking care of our friend", Hayeon thanked him. Her eyes scanned him from top to toe.

She was wary of this stranger. Her instinct told her not to trust him.

As for Doyoung, he had been searching high and low for Jina since the latter left him a few hours ago. He still hadn't settle the bet - but actually it was more than that.

That Jina girl, caught his attention.

Although her indifference towards him, kind off irked him but he knew, she's just worried about being alone in a foreign place.

The way her eyes wandered around the compound made him wondered what she was searching for. Her small frown looked disturbing but cute at the same time.

God, Taeyong must say that he's crazy if he told him that but imagining if he could wipe away the frown and replace it with a smile made his heart skipped a beat.

What does that girl had that made him so crazy right now? He didn't believe in love at first sight but that Jina girl changed it all.

Suddenly, someone greeted them.

"Jina. Is that you?"

"Oh... Hi, girls", the same person said again.

"Jae... Jaehyun. Hi", Jina awkwardly waved at him.

"Didn't saw this coming. I must be lucky to bump into you today", he said with a grin.

"Don't be silly", Jina replied. Her face was red as a tomato and her eyes wandered everywhere except Jaehyun's face.

"Ai~ Did you plan this or something. I smell something fishy here", Minji teased them.

"Eh? Jina didn't tell you guys? We're going on a date. Sorry, I'm late, Ji", he winked at her.

She looked else where, her face turned redder. Her friends laughed at her and continued to tease them.

Doyoung's expression turned gloomy.

'So she already have a boyfriend.'

"Erm... actually, I just want to give you guys this", he handed Hayeon some tickets.

Hayeon cautiously took them.

"Goodbye", he said and walked away.

Everyone didn't notice Doyoung left except for Hayeon. They seemed to be absorbed in teasing Jina and Jaehyun. Jina's face was as red as a beetroot while Jaehyun grinned like a mad man.

"So why are you actually here, Jung Jaehyun?", Aeri asked. "Waiting for your girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I came here a bit earlier than her. Last time I made a big mistake of arriving late", he answered.

"What if she saw you flirting with Jina?", Sori asked.

Jaehyun chuckled.

"She knows about us."

"Come on, Jina is fine with it, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks for giving me fake hope", Jina made a face.

"Jina, don't be salty. Aren't you happy seeing me again?", he teased her.

"No but I think you'll be happy seeing her", she pointed at his girlfriend.

"Oppa!", Jaehyun's girlfriend ran to him, giving him a big hug.

"Jinri", he hugged her back.

"Eww... cringe", Hayeon faked a gag.

The couple laughed.

"Annyeonghaseyo, eonnie", Jinri greeted the girls.

They waved at her.

"Now, shoo. We single girls want our bonding time together. Couples are not allowed", Minji said, gesturing the couple away in a playful manner.

Again, they laughed.

"Have a good day", Jinri wished them as Jaehyun lead her away. The older girls nodded and waved them goodbye.

"Now... Lets eat", Chaemi said. Marching to the nearest restaurant.

"But first, where's Doyoung?", Jina asked.

"Aww... Already missing you prince charming?", Sori asked.

Jina rolled her eyes. "He was here a second ago", she said, ignoring Sori's tease.

"He left already but he gave us this", Hayeon showed them the tickets.

"Wah! Free fast pass and food vouchers!", Aeri grabbed the tickets.

"What a day! Lets enjoy!", Chaemi pumped her fist to the air.

"Why do I have you as friends?", Minji massaged her temple, distancing herself from her two child-like friends.

"Stop acting weird guys. Lets go", Jina said.

A part of her still worried about Doyoung but then he's just a Good Samaritan so she shrugged off the thought and enjoyed the day with her friends.

*

"How's today?", Taeyong asked him as he entered his room.

"The cute girl already have a boyfriend", Doyoung sighed.

"The girl I dared you to approach?", Taeyong asked.

Doyoung nodded.

"It's a shame. She's cute", Taeyong said. "She might make a good girlfriend."

Doyoung shooked his head and grabbed a console.

"Lets play some games, Taeyong", Doyoung said, switching on the TV.

"Whatever make my friend happy at this moment", Taeyong said, jumping off his bed and sat next to Doyoung on the couch.

*

Hi there!

This is my first time posting on tumblr. Actually, I posted this oneshot on nct amino and wattpad. I hope you like it! ❤😘

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.

mission wingman: failed ; lee jeno

pairing: lee jeno x fem! reader ; the rest of dream 00 line x fem! reader genre: best friends to lovers au, humor (poor attempt), fluff, mutual pining warnings: a LOT of swearing, the reader is most likely an aries with the lack of patience she has, mentions of food, minor injury, the abuse of adderall ?? word count: 4.5k (4.500)

summary: After hearing you whine about not having a boyfriend for what feels like eternity, your best friend, Lee Jeno, finds a new talent in him-- the art of being a wingman. His mission of finding the right one for you doesn’t go as well as he planned, and 3 failed dates later, you finally have enough. In other words, this is a story about the 3 times Lee Jeno offered you a bad date and the fourth time he finally decides to fix it.

Running at the speed of light, thighs burning and your insides screaming for air-- this is not how you imagined spending your Wednesday afternoon when you went out on a date. It’s a little after half-past five-- no, scratch that, it’s a lot after half-past five. It’s currently quarter to six and you think you are going to die of embarrassment because this is your first date in what feels like years and you managed to come late. Not only do you feel bad, but you also feel childishly pathetic with how you’re running down the street to the bus station where your date is waiting for you, but truth be told, it’s your only choice of transportation because you forgot to call a taxi in the hurry and if you just walked, you’re fairly certain the poor boy would be standing there until half-past seven.

The smiley face of no other than Na Jaemin-- because who else would you go on a date with in your senior year, right? --appears in front of your figure as you continue to jog closer to him. You don’t even mind how tired you are anymore, the pain makes you feel at least a little better about yourself now-- maybe you should try doing cardio more often to make up for your mistakes. Sounds like a thing to talk over with your therapist next time you meet her…

Quickly looking at your wrist to look at the time to see just how late you are so you can promptly apologize to your date, even though you’ve known him for more than three years now, your foot gets stuck in an uneven part of the road. You silently curse the government for not using your taxes to fill the holes with cement just a second before you prepare for the fall, because, in true reality, there’s no way that you-- the clumsy you that almost hung herself on the volleyball net in sophomore year of high school-- is going to save the situation and come out of all of this alive.

The pain in your knees and hands comes sooner than the feeling of shame. Your eyes fill with unshed tears and you wonder if it’s from the impact of the fall or the impact of your choices, your heart speeding up as Na Jaemin comes closer to you with a surprised look on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asks. It’s a simple question, really, but to you, to answer is harder than anything you’ve ever had to do in your whole entire life.

Because in all honesty-- are you really okay? Apart from the fact that you were furiously running to get to your date just a few seconds ago while not even being that much into the guy you’re meeting-- for obvious reasons we are going to go over in a second-- you are also very much emotionally scarred from the whole experience of embarrassing yourself not only in front of the most popular guy in your campus but also the whole town centre.

“Yeah, totally,” you lie. You feel like, after this, you’re never going to be okay again.

The boy then helps you to your feet with a scowl on his face that quickly turns into a grin he tries to hide after he sees your pained expression, your self-confidence falling even lower than the lowest bar it’s been at for the past few years, the sting in your palms and knees hurting more than your last period cramps with how his laughter only throws salt in the wound.

“I’m sorry for being late, by the way,” you manage to joke out, sarcasm spilling from your every word, when Jaemin hooks a hand under your shoulder and helps you walk a little further away from the middle of the street, helping you seat your poor ass down on the bench. He nervously chews on his bottom lip and chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“When Jeno told me to take good care of you, I didn’t know he meant it so… literally,” he laughs, making you mentally curse yourself for getting yourself into this situation by agreeing to go on a date with your best friend’s friend from middle school because, in reality, you knew all along that this was going nowhere.

Why, you ask? Let’s backtrack a little to a day not even a week away from this horrific day, but still horrific enough to stand up to this one anyway.

You sit on the bed of your best friend-- the dorm looking rather clean since the last time you saw it only a few days before the finals-- the domesticity of it all making your bones hurt and brain swirl with the state you only wish to slap in the face, for you wouldn’t call it anything other than delusional.

Lee Jeno walks around the dorm in his damned grey sweatpants and it may even be doing some things to you, you’re a woman too, to say the least, one of his warm hoodies enclosing your figure even though you’re fairly certain there’s a jacket of your own somewhere in your backpack laying on the floor. The day is supposed to be filled with studying, but both of you know damn well that textbooks are going to be forgotten in few seconds as you bring out the newest gossip and mention the movie you’ve been wanting to watch as he slides out his laptop and logs into his roommates Netflix account-- poor Mark, you think, but abuse the Netflix privileges anyway-- in other words, you are going to soon feel like a teenage girl on a date. The sad thing is, though-- in your books, anyway-- that this is not a date.

You are not dating your best friend, even though you’d like to. Simple as that, really.

The movie playing on the screen flashes through like a distant memory, for you don’t think you’d be able to pay any attention to it even if you tried with how Jeno’s hand is around your shoulder and distantly drawing circles into your upper arm, when you notice the two characters kissing and decide to grunt out in discomfort.

“Dude, I wish I had a boyfriend,” you muse out. You’re a woman-- this is a hint, you think, maybe he’ll finally catch on and see through the lines. You are complaining about being single in front of your best friend because maybe, just maybe, you want him to fill that empty slot. That’s just a thought, though, really. Not anything serious…

“Hmm,” he hums, “I can try setting you up with some of my friends if you want,” he says, the expression he’s wearing a little too joyful with the sudden idea to your own liking, making you realise that 1) he did not get the hint and 2) he is really not into you with how much he seems to enjoy the sudden lightbulb moment he just had.

“Oh, no, you don’t- you don’t have to do that. I can find a boyfriend on my own, you know,” you mumble, rolling your eyes at him in annoyance to get the full effect across, when you feel a slight playful slap onto your shoulder.

“If that was the case, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now, watching this stupid rom-com. Trust me, I know you better than anyone, so when I tell you that you cannot find yourself a boyfriend for the life of you, I know what I’m talking about,” he rambles and drags you from the despairs of your soul, the pit in your stomach only deepening when he puts his head on your shoulder and nibbles on his bottom lip.

“Give me a few days. I’ll come up with something.”

And with how insistent your best friend can be, you don’t dare to tell him no anymore. It’s not that bad to at least try, right? It’s not like you’ve known all his friends ever since you were eleven, resulting in you also knowing you wouldn’t date any of them even if you were paid to do so. It’s also not like you’ve been madly in love with your best friend ever since you’ve heard him laugh for the first time at the sheer age of ten. No, you’d be foolish to think that.

“So?” Jeno looks at you through his eyelashes, a humongous grin sitting on his features as he awaits your next answer, not even being able to sit right in his spot with the excitement flowing through his veins making him look like a little puppy.

“So...?” you mimic him, not even going to give him the satisfaction of answering right away, even though you know damn well what he’s asking you about.

“Oh, cut the bullshit. How did the date go? Hm?” he asks again, kicking you a little under the table, completely ignoring the food on his plate going cold and the waiter eyeing him like he’s the finest meal in this restaurant. You wish you could ignore her hungry eyes just as well as he can, but you think it takes a lot of confidence to not fawn over every person that gives you at least a tiny amount of attention because you’re convinced you’d already be planning your wedding with the girl if you were at his place.

“Oh, you know, just…” you start, taking a bite of your food to make him even more irritated than he already is, “completely terribly, just how I predicted, but oh well…” you shrug, seeing his eyebrows furrowed and a confused look overtake his features.

“What went wrong? Do I need to beat up that bitch or..?” he asks, making you snort and almost choke on your food.

“Did you just call Na Jaemin that bitch?”

“And what about it? If he made you uncomfortable in any way, I’m ready to call him that even on his last day on this earth. So what went wrong, huh?” he asks, making you place down the fork and sigh heavily, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Well,” you start, “I kind of had to run to the date because I was late, and just when I went to greet him and tell him I’m sorry, I tripped and facepalmed onto the pavement like a fucking frog, so you know, that was neat,” you explain, annoyance filling the tone of your voice as you roll your eyes and take ahold of your fork again, continuing with your lunch.

Jeno snorts a little, trying to surpass his laughter, which only makes you angrier in the process as you kick him under the table. “Fucking laugh all you want, but it was terrible. Na Jaemin had to tend to my wounds like a fucking nurse in the middle of the town centre because my eyes kept tearing up and he was worried that I broke my bones.”

“Well, he does study medicine-”

“I don’t care, Jeno, I do not care. It was humiliating and terrible and I never want to go on a date with one of your friends ever again,” you pout. Perhaps you’re taking the situation a little too seriously for your own liking, but with how boring your life usually is, you thrive even from the tiniest hint of drama and this is surely a date for the memory books.

“Well, he wasn’t bad, though, was he? The fact that the date was bad was kind of your fault-”

“Don’t you dare tell me it’s my fault-”

“You fell in the middle of the sidewalk-”

“It was your idea to make me go on that stupid date in the first place!” you burst out, your voice raising and making the whole restaurant look at you in annoyance. You wish to flip out every single one of them with how your blood is boiling in your veins, but you chose not to, because you are well-behaved and not raised to be a nuisance to society.

“Okay, well, you and Jaemin weren’t a good match anyway, but I think you’d be great with-”

“I am not going on another date with your friends, Jeno,” you stop him mid-sentence, desperately holding onto the last bit of your dignity, but as the world works, you are left to be the one going into situations you didn’t even want to get into in the first place.

In other words, you did go on another date with one of his friends and it was just as horrific as the first one.

While Na Jaemin tried his hardest to make you believe he was at least a little interested in you-- even though you both knew that was not the case-- Huang Renjun is surely not the one to act for the sake of his friend. The short boy is currently sitting opposite of you, yawning at every sentence that comes out of your mouth, when your nerves finally snap and you decide to stand up for yourself.

“Why the fuck would you even take me on a date to a restaurant when you’re so bored of me now?” you ask, a scowl sitting on your face, heat rising to your cheeks in shame. You’re convinced that Lee Jeno’s wingman mission has been a disaster to you with how you’ve felt more embarrassment in the past two weeks than in your whole life and you kind of want to commit arson because of it, but your shame is quickly put beneath the ground when Renjun straightens his back and stares you into your eyes.

“I’m not bored at all, trust me, it’s just- well- I’ve been awake for approximately 37 hours now and in order to not miss our date, because I’m convinced Jeno would try to rip out my dick if I did, I’m abusing Adderall to keep me awake,” he completes his speech, chewing on his bottom lip as if he was waiting for you to scold him.

“Are you fucking kidding me- oh you know what, you’re Jeno’s friend. I’m not even surprised at this point,” you sigh and roll your eyes, resting your back on your chair and letting your eyes scan his tired face. You didn’t notice it before, but he does have some prominent dark circles under his eyes and you almost pity him and tell him to go home and sleep, because after all, this date is not going anywhere anyway.

“Why are you even awake for that long?” you ask him, eyebrows furrowed and biting on the inside of your cheek. You almost worry you’re going to have to call an ambulance for him soon, but with how calm he seems, it looks like he knows what he’s doing.

“I had a paper to finish,” he mumbles, “and I also lost a bet with Chenle-”

“You what?” you ask, afraid your ears are deceiving you.

“Hey! I did lose a bet, but I’m always fair and follow up with the consequences. I have to stay awake for 48 hours now because Chenle said so, and I’m-”

“You are psychopaths. Both of you,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. You always knew that Jeno’s friends were all crazy, but you didn’t know drug abuse was one of the things on the list of things you’d have to be concerned about.

You continue to talk to him like normal, because, well, he did go on a date with you, to a pretty restaurant, on top of that, but the more and more you talk to him, the more you see Renjun’s eyes drooping and his composure shifting into more and more tired. You can’t really blame him, 37 hours is a lot, but you kind of wish you didn’t have to sit here right now and babysit him so he doesn’t smash his head into the glass on the table.

When just that happens, though, and his head falls onto the table as he falls asleep, you don’t find it in you to stay. You’d much rather spend your evening at home than to watch a man sleeping, so you stand up from your seat and pay for both of your meals, telling the waitress that Renjun’s fine and didn’t die-- he’s just very, very tired.

Just as tired as you are of these dates, so it seems.

Walking down the street, Jeno trailing behind you like a lost puppy, you huff out in anger and hear his annoyed voice call out to you.

“Are you going to talk to me or not?” he asks, furrowed eyebrows and all-- it’s the Jeno you don’t see often, because you don’t often see him get so annoyed, but it’s also the Jeno that is rightfully here because ever since you picked him up at his dorm, you haven’t spoken a word to him and just let him follow you around.

“At least tell me how the date went, then,” he pleads, making your nerves finally snap, because after all of this, how does he even dare to ask you such a question?

“Oh god, Lee Jeno, can you stop with the date questions already?” you mourn out, close to tearing all of your hair out with how sick and tired you are of every single man walking this earth. It’s not like you wanted to date his friends anyway, but it would be nice to see at least one of them making some effort to make you feel like you are on a real date, and not only on a friendly hang-out your mutual friend forced you to attend just to keep his own heart at peace.

“Why? What happened this time?” he asks, irony seeping through his tone. How does he even dare to be the annoyed one? You’ve been wronged here!

You take a sharp U-turn and look him dead in the eyes, careful to make him believe just how furious you are with every single step he’s taken for the last few weeks, eyes fierce and tone of voice cold. “He fell asleep on the table, Jeno, so really, please, don’t ask me how my date went, because frankly, it went pretty fucking terrible.”

He sharply sighs through his teeth, a small hint of guilt sprawling over his features as he takes your words in. You wonder what his next argument is going to be, but you don’t let him even say it with your next words full of spite.

“And we are going to see the movie I’ve been wanting to watch now together because there’s no way I’m letting another one of your friends ruin something for me, okay? No questions, no arguments, let’s go,” you coldly explain, turning on your heel again, big steps following the journey to the cinema, as you hear your best friend call after you with a playful tone in his voice.

“Maybe you should just date me, you know,” he teases, not knowing just how much his sentence affects your lovesick heart.

“Yeah,” you huff, heat creeping up your cheeks, “maybe.”

You enter the dorm room you’ve never dreamt of visiting, the face of Lee Donghyuck welcoming you and telling you to take off your shoes before stepping in, as if the dorm wasn’t hideously dirty enough before. You wonder why you even agreed to come over here in the first place-- Jeno told you this is the last date he can, as your designated wingman, offer you, and so you managed to talk yourself into following up with his plan just so you could finally get over this weird phase in your life.

You know Lee Donghyuck well enough to know he’d never be into you. You also know him well enough to know he lives with Park Jisung and mentally thank all the gods from the above that he is not home right now, because that would make the whole date just two times more embarrassing.

“Oh well, make yourself at home,” Hyuck says as he takes a seat on the wooden desk in the corner of the room, the game in his computer telling you that the attention will definitely not be on you today-- not that you mind, of course.

“Do you wanna play with me?” he asks, eyebrows raised and a controller sitting comfortably in his hands. You contemplate his offer for a second before you agree and sit on the chair next to him, sighing in despair, but being glad for at least some sort of entertainment. You know Hyuck as the most competitive person on this whole entire planet, so you know damn well he won’t let you win just because you’re on a date right now, however strange it might be, and so you fight for your life and try to win on your own account.

You fail, of course.

“You could have at least let me win since we’re on a date, you know,” you roll your eyes, seeing the man next to you chuckle.

“Don’t tell me you actually treat this as a date.”

You furrow your brows, letting out a sigh. “Well, it is a date, so…”

“Yeah, but we both know we’re not into each other, so what’s the point? I’m only doing this so Jeno can get off my back, he keeps talking about this for the last month and I’m pretty over his constant whining,” he says, laughing a little and stretching in his chair. The hem of his hoodie rides up a little on his stomach and you’re fairly certain that if you were anybody else, you’d go crazy over the sight. But you’re just you-- and you are not into Lee Donghyuck. Just as he told you.

“Well, it would be nice to actually see any of you pay some effort, though. All I’ve been on the last three weeks were terrible, terrible dates and I’m so tired of all of this, Hyuck, you can’t even imagine,” you sigh, shaking your head in pure despair.

“Why would we? We all know that you’re not into us since you pretty much throw heart eyes at Mr Muscle Man whenever he’s around, and with how Jeno keeps lowkey gatekeeping you, I doubt he’s anywhere far from being in love with you, so-”

“What are you even talking about right now?” you ask, tired of all of their bullshit. It’s been a long month-- you doubt you even had this much interaction with men in your whole entire miserable life.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re totally not into Jeno. Everyone knows it. Hell, even Ryujin from our engineering class asked me if you’re dating Jeno because she would totally ask you on a date if you weren’t, so at this point, I think our Lee Jeno is the only one not aware,” he rambles, making you even more and more confused with every passing word, the blood in your veins spiralling out of control.

“Did a cat get your tongue? Come on, let’s play another round. If I beat you, you have to confess, so give it your best and let’s go.”

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re so bad at dating. You literally went on a date with every single guy our age I am friends with, and you still try to tell me you didn’t vibe with any of them?” Jeno complains, a defeated look on his face. When Hyuck told you Jeno is painfully oblivious, you knew he was on to something, but you didn’t really think it was that bad.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re a bad wingman, I don’t know,” you mutter, too annoyed to even come up with a better comeback because, at this point, you’re just painfully tired.

“That can’t be the case… Really, I think I did my best. You know, I could have tried to hook you up with Han Jisung from my Politology class, but I think that he is secretly a stoner, so I decided against it-”

“For fuck’s sake, Jeno, stop with the dates already,” you whine, putting your head into your hands. Enough is enough and Jeno really doesn’t know when his time to shut up is.

“Why are you so annoyed with it, hm?” he asks, nudging you in the knee and making you efficiently ask yourself just why you are even into someone like him in the first place, “I thought you wanted a boyfriend.”

“I did,” you faintly let out, the lost bet at Lee Donghyuck’s dorm room suddenly appearing in your head, Huang Renjun’s words of bearing the consequences of lost bets following you as you realise that at this point, you finally have nothing to lose.

“And? I’m offering you guys to date, yet, you don’t like any of them-”

“Are you really that dense?” you ask, looking him deadly into his eyes, the serious tone of the conversation surprising even yourself as you prepare for the fall.

“What?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. It’s hard to not fall for him when he looks so adorable, you realise, mentally wanting to slap yourself for fawning over him even in a situation like this, a few moments before getting your heart broken.

“Dude, don’t you get it? Seriously?” you huff out, furiously shaking your head in disbelief. “It was a hint. A hint, get it?”

“You are not making any sense-”

“When I told you I wanted a boyfriend, it was a hint for you,” you confess, looking him into his eyes and preparing for the rejection. It doesn’t arrive, though, with how Lee Jeno keeps staring at you in confusion, making you efficiently forget all the anxiety as it’s replaced with anger.

“A hint that I want you to be my boyfriend. What’s not clicking, you idiot?” you yell out, too furious to even remember you just confessed to your best friend. “You know what, forget it, all men are just so fucking oblivious and I can’t-”

“Wait, wait, wait, you’re-”

“I’m into you, Lee Jeno,” you finally proclaim to him, knowing that now is the moment you’re going to choke on your tears when he explains that he is not into you, when you see his cheeks redden and a bashful expression takes over his face.

“Well, in that case… I had one last date offer on my mind in order to try to find you a boyfriend,” he says, chuckling a little at his own wording, “with me, this time. I wasn’t sure if you’d like that, but now that you said all of this…”

You stare at him, dumbfounded, a stupid grin slowly creeping onto your lips, the disbelief still so present in your bones as you try to wrap your head around it.

Lee Jeno might just be the worst wingman in the history of wingmen, but if his last option was himself, you just might take on that offer.

“I’d… I’d like that, yeah.”

check up (L.Jeno)

pairing: jeno x fem! reader

synopsis: reader has her first time at the gynecologist..jeno just happens to be her doctor who takes advantage.

genre: smut | MINORS DNI plz

warnings: sex, advantage taking??? eating out.

It was your first time at a gynecologist, you were nervous obviously, you’ve seen videos of the tools they use that look like they can split you into two, it was nerve wracking, you sat in the office, waiting to be called. your leg bounced in anticipation, feeling strange in this setting and situation.

Once your name was called you were lead to the room, and instructed to remove your lower half clothing, “dr. lee will be in, in just a minute” the nurse said in a deadpan tone to you.

you removed your lower half and sat on the chair, looking at the stirrups, wondering if your legs can even go that high.

you were silently panicking, when the door opened.. revealing a doctor… a male…doctor, this only made you freak out even more, i thought only women could get this job? you thought to yourself, “hi, you must be, y/n…dr lee” he said extending his hand for you to shake it, he spoke your name dragged out, almost as if he was testing it out.

“hi nice to meet you” you said shaking his hand, feeling it calloused almost, ‘probably from med school’ you thought to yourself. “first time here?” he asked noticing your nervous exterior, helping your legs into the stirrups, “yeah” you said breathily, letting him help you. jeno internally exploded into confetti, grinning to himself, “don’t worry..” he said lifting your gown up, exposing your cunt to him.

“looks.. fantastic” he said brushing his thumb against your clit, making you jump, “sorry i’m so sorry” you say apologizing because you felt embarrassed “no need to worry… tell me..y/n.. have you ever had intercourse before?” jeno asked spreading your folds, tempted to insert a finger into your begging hole.

“n-no, never” you answer, trying your best not to moan or make any type of sexual sounds, “i see, i see, does this feel okay?” he tempts, inserting his index finger into you, you gasp, not sure if this is apart of the exam “is..is this apart of the exam?” you breathe out, fighting back a moan. “of course, why wouldn’t it be? i’m being professional, ms y/n” he says smirking to himself as he responds to you.

“o-oh.. okay.. i’m sorry” you respond feeling embarrassed that you questioned his professionalism, “no problem, now tell me how…this feels” he says inserting another finger, giggling to himself “oh my god” you say slapping your hand on your mouth to avoid humiliating yourself “good…so good” you mumble the last part he hums as he shoves his finger back and forth.

at one point, he attaches his mouth to your cunt, and that’s when you realize this isn’t apart of your check up, but he was hot. “fuck..” you say gripping his hair as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

“this is gonna be our last test..” he says standing up, unbuttoning his pants, his white coat maximizing his huge frame, “doing okay, miss y/n?” he asks, awaiting for your approval, you nod, looking up at him, he grins as he pulls out his hardened cock, “such a oblivious slut huh?” he says rubbing his cock against your folds gathering up your wetness, you could only whine against his touches. “come on pretty…cat got your tongue?” he asks, with an eye smile, tapping your cheeks “n-no, sorry” you reply opening your mouth to speak more.

jeno inserts his thick cock head into your entrance, making you almost scream he was internally thanking the lord for you to be his last patent and his nurses went home after they brought you in.

“such a…tight pussy..” he says as the thrusts into you at a steady pace, making you slide back and forth on the table, the paper crumbling beneath you.

you sat up on your elbows to look at him, whimpering and whining “more..” you say hoarsely, jeno grins and obliges and moves your legs to an angle where he can access you deeper.

you feel him hit you deeper, your cunt swallowing and sucking him so well, “so good, dr lee..” you gasp and cover your mouth, your hand reaching to touch his v-line, “such a good pussy…you like getting fucked like this? by your doctor? you’re such a whore..letting anyone fuck you” he grunts out through his thrusts, his degrading only making you wetter.

“dr lee…” you whine as you feel something unfamiliar in your stomach, almost as if you have to pee? “i have to pee dr lee.. please” you moan as he chuckles at your words, “pee? silly girl. you’re gonna cum” he says rubbing your clit with his thumb, you thrash around on the table as you cum, feeling yourself explode.

“shit shit” jeno says as he shoots his thick load into you, giving you one full push to make sure his cum is buried, “your exam is complete, miss y/n. you’re healthy..very healthy” he says grinning pulling out of you and zipping his pants up.

“should we schedule our next meeting?” he says washing his hands at the sink, looking at you through the mirror “yeah..” you breathe out, absolutely fanned out, “i’ll see you” he says slipping a piece of paper next to you, and he exits the room, bidding you well.

the paper read

‘need to see that pussy again.. call me

-jeno’

with his number attached

——-

man i love jeno… thanks for 100 followers! love u

[1:05 am]

“are you falling asleep? it’s just getting good!”

jisung groans, in a fit of protest. his eye peeks open to see the bright colors from your laptop illuminating your face.

“c’mon sungieee,” you pouted—knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to resist.

rolling his eyes, he pulls you closer by your waist as he focuses back onto the screen.

“how do you even say mitsuh-ha?”

“it’s mitsuha you dummy!”

[1:09 am]

“are you sure you’re not cold?”

renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.

your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”

he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.

“babe… that’s a street lamp.”

snow ducks — pjs.

in which park jisung loved snow ducks, but he loved you more.

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i’m back after almost a year (LOL) to drop this jack frost!jisung au that’s been rotting in my drafts ever since he’d dyed his hair for glimo T_T

warning/s: f!reader x jisung, mild profanity (like one or two), not proofread, fluff & angst if you squint, jisung and reader are CLUELESS, insinuations of a rough past, jisung as jack frost (because this is a warning in and of itself)

jisung couldn’t have imagined getting used to a life where no one knew his name. a life where everyone seemed to walk right through his body even when he was standing directly in front of them, his dark blue jacket hanging loosely on his body—bare feet feeling numb despite the cold concrete beneath them.

alas, he didn’t really have a choice. waking up to the man in the moon telling him that he was special? that’s what thrusted him into his new lifestyle.

“jack frost?” the curious tone of a short brown haired girl tore his attention away from his dwindling thoughts—she was staring cluelessly up at her father, who watched her from the family’s porch.

jisung huffs, a small smirk already pulling at his lips. he’s heard this conversation a thousand times, but he was always curious as to how each parent would spin the story and he in-turn was pleasantly surprised at the amount of different takes each parent would tell their kids.

the man clears his throat before repeating the same old folklore the people of the city had made up about the white haired boy, yet with a new-found twist. “if you stay outside too long, jack frost will come and freeze you up!”

this makes the teenage boy chuckle, his staff hanging freely on his fingertips. sure, he can cause a blizzard with just the touch of them thanks to the man in the moon, but even he wouldn’t do that to a little girl. though, his sharp eyes watches her gasp before she rushes up from her spot in front of their house, the snow beneath her feet crackles as she giggles into her dads arms.

jisung doesn’t know what makes his heart freeze, the lonely feeling he gets from the heartwarming family gesture—or the snowstorm he seems to be brewing over the city of pennsylvania.

—

“you were out again?”

jisung sighs. he didn’t want to be sitting through another one of the tooth fairy’s lectures and with this one being his third of the week, he could probably recite her lecture off the top of his head.

her wings were fluttering rapidly as her cheeks tinted pink with how frustrated she was with him. “you didn’t throw snowballs at a child’s head again did you?”

a laugh almost bubbles from his lips. almost.

“that was one time! and they had fun didn’t they?” the boy grins as he twirls the small snowflakes around in the air above his fingers. he watches as she relaxes a tiny bit, her wings still making the slight fluttering noise he’s learned to drown out. the green fairy sighs, tired from having to say the same thing over and over again to the michievous boy standing in front of her with absolutely no care in the world.

“don’t let north find out, okay? he’ll rip your head right off.” she ends her lecture short with a small murmur, which catches jisung off guard. her bright smile flashes at him before she’s whisked away by one of her many fairies.

being a guardian wasn’t always easy, he was a teenage boy for god’s sake and having to deal with everything a boy his age does on top of having to be a ‘role model’ for millions of kids out in the world—meant finding time for him to just be himself, the teenage jisung park, was a scarce opportunity. he knew the tooth fairy only meant well, they all did, even the easter bunny. but he felt like they didn’t understand. they didn’t know about the grip his past had on him, a past that he isn’t even fully aware about yet. they didn’t know that sometimes all he yearns for are answers to who he really is.

but despite all this, he picks up his staff with his gaze trailing over the hundreds of elves scattered across the north pole.

and the white haired boy is gone—with only a small snowflake left in his place.

—

over the years, jisung’s learned to ignore the ache in his chest that longs to search for the answers to the questions swirling in his head. instead, he enjoys walking in the silence of the night—the glow from sandman’s magic lights his path as he prods at the floor beneath him.

he welcomes the cold, the one thing that has brought him comfort over these last few years. watching the ice create beautiful shapes on the pavement strangely relaxes him as he hums a soft song he doesn’t remember, though his heart seems to recognize the familiar tune.

“great job, sandy.” jisung whispers into the dead of the night, watching proudly as the yellow sand sifts into each house he passes by.

the boy lifts himself into the air with little to no effort. he lets a chuckle slip past his lips as his fingers feel through the sandman’s ‘dream trail’ as he likes to call it. jisung has always admired him, his power to soothe children and provide them with heart warming dreams to keep their sleep from being distrupted.

on nights like this, cold and lonely ones, he misses his home deeply. he knows it sounds ridiculous, to miss a home he doesn’t even remember, but he dreams that he had a family. one that would snuggle under one blanket on nights like this one—one that would wake each other up on christmas day because north or ‘santa’ had decided to pay them a visit.

he’s snapped out of his daydream though when he spots you sitting in front of your house. jisung’s never been one to keep track of time, but judging off the dream trail, he was pretty sure that it was late enough for no one to be out. you seemed to be busying yourself with something in the snow, so he takes this as his sign to drop down from the wires he’d been standing on previously.

“ducks?” he’s confused when he sees enough ducks made of snow sitting in a straight line, all of them nearly identical to each other.

his curious mind pushes him to wander towards your hunched figure, but something in him makes him cautious—almost like approaching you was a mistake.

jisung chooses to ignore the unfamiliar feeling, his feet making no marks in the snow as he squats next to you, his staff standing tall next to both of your figures.

his eyes linger on your face, the top of your head was covered in a black beanie with a pom pom sitting at the top. you were clad in your pajamas and a jacket—an outfit that kind of matched his—your cheeks and nose were both stained pink from the cold, but your eyes shimmered in happiness as you continued to make another duck.

“you kind of look like a ryan to me..?” he’s startled by the warmth in your voice, followed by the soft giggles that left your lips.

he could tell you were his age, something he oddly never encounters. he’s used to seeing toddlers running and playing around in the snow, so the weird feeling of familiarity settles in his chest as you put down the duck-making-contraption to blow some warmth into your hands.

you don’t seem to notice him, not like he expected you to, but it’s when you whisper something into the cold air that has him rooted to his place on the ground.

“i hope you still like ducks, ‘sung. i made too many for you to not like them anymore! happy birthday, wherever you are.”

and you disappear back into your house after picking up your contraption.

—

“how would she even know who i am?! i sure as hell don’t know who she is!” jisung was close to ripping the frosty white hair off his head and his feet were burning the solid floor of the north pole from the amount of pacing he’s been doing since he had gotten there an hour before all the elves had woken up and gotten to work.

north’s jaw ticks as he sighs for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “for the last time, jack, she probably means someone else! it’s not like you’re the only “jisung” in the world.”

the rest of the guardians bob their heads in aggreement, soft murmurs of their own comments all mesh into one—but jisung decides against them all. he felt a physical pull towards you, the shape of your face, the way you spoke and the way your eyes shone in the moonlight… all those things felt so familiar, but he was driving himself crazy as to why it all felt the way it did.

“i’m telling you. she knows who i am!”

he was frustrated. the feeling of familiarity in his chest was addicting and so very comforting. he wanted to know who you were—how you knew him—well, he was so sure that he was the “‘sung” you were talking about.

his heart was racing so loudly that it was pumping in his ears. the questions that were screaming at him made his head spin. it wasn’t like the helplessness he felt when he couldn’t remember his past. this… this was world’s apart from that.

despite it all, jisung’s pacing seems to slow to a stop before his eyes narrow into slits. the silence of a certain green fairy was enough for his mind to swirl with a couple thousand more questions.

his gaze hardens like the ice he’s able to create with his fingertips, “you know something.”

the phrase comes out bitter and demanding. something the younger boy has never used especially around any of the guardians. he watches as the fairy’s eyes dart to everything in the room except him, explanations spilling from her mouth.

“no i don’t! who said i did? was it one of my own? because there’s absolutely noooo way i know anything! nothing! nada! zer—“

the tooth fairy bites her lip as she watches jisung’s grip tighten on the wooden staff.

“park,” north’s voice is low, the warning clear in his tone. he loves jisung like he would love his own son if he had one, but he would not and will not tolerate him hurting any of the other guardians.

not like he could ever do that.

“you’re going to tell me what you know right now.” the frustration is evident in his voice. he was tired of being left in the dark—forced to fend for himself when that’s all he’s been doing for so long. too long.

the fairy fiddles with her fingers, her wings flapping at an even faster rate behind her. “i-i don’t know much. but—i have your teeth. f-from when you were just jisung park.”

the world seems to slow to a stop. jisung’s read about it happening in some books he found in the nooks and crannies of the north pole, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like it did.

he knew what that meant. she had once told him that all the teeth she had collected from each kid held a memory from their lives. the collection of memories all locked in the gold tube he used to gaze at with so much curiosity, the memories unlocked by one touch of his finger.

the silence was suffocating him—and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“jisung. you have to calm down.”

the worried gaze of the easter bunny somewhat helps him, though his rapid breaths were starting to be difficult on his lungs. hearing how something so crucial to figuring out his past, to figuring out who he is, was kept from him by someone he’s kept so close for the past few years seemed to be crushing him.

“y-you… you had the answers to my questions all this time… and you didn’t… you didn’t tell me?” heartbreak drips from his tone. all those nights he spent trying to shut out the loud thoughts in his head—all of which could’ve been solved if the tooth fairy had just told him what she just did.

“we wanted you to embrace who you are now, jack. you’re a guardian now, it doesn’t matter what happened in the past—“

“that’s not for you to decide!” his rough shout startles everyone in the room, even some of the elves. his eyes sting from the unshed tears he’s determined to keep from rolling down his cheeks.

“it wasn’t your right to take that from me. those are my memories, my past, my life!” jisung’s breathing hard now. the intensity of how painful this secret was overbearing. and the fact that everyone knew? not just the tooth fairy? that’s what hurt him most.

he scoffs, the grip on his staff tightening as he lifts his hood up above his head.

“i can’t believe any of you.” he ignores the way they all scramble after him, pleading for him to calm down—he needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else but in a room full of people who just shattered his already bruised heart.

—

you couldn’t stand the cold. you prefer to be out on a sunny and warm day than to play in the snow while simultaneously freezing to death.

so why were you standing out in the cold?

you wished you could say that you didn’t know. that somehow, the cold just brought you some source of comfort and that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason as to why. but you did know. you know that you’re out here because of a certain boy and how he always loved the snow. how he knew how to handle himself on ice, even when it was freezing and his teeth were chattering.

“y/n? come back inside, dear. it’s freezing!” the voice of your mother pulls you from your everlasting thoughts of the boy you loved, as it almost always did.

you turn to look at her and you see the pity in her eyes. you know she can tell whenever you start to get out of sorts over your best friend who went missing four years ago now. she’s seen the ducks left out, just like you do for every birthday that’s passed without him.

“i’ll be in in a minute, mom.” you smile, a genuine one, soaking in the cold for a little bit more when you hear your front door gently closing after a soft reply from your mom.

you hadn’t known what happened to your best friend, and he never got the justice you felt he deserved. but him disappearing without a trace seemed to scream ‘runaway!’ to the police, so his case was dropped, much to yours and your family’s devastation. you still remember the day you found out he disappeared like it was yesterday.

“where’s this boy at?” your irritated sigh is acxompanied with a white puff from your mouth, the cold atmosphere made your breath visible as your teeth chattered and your fingers trembled.

despite it all, you were there. waiting in front of the fountain of your town like you always do when winter starts.

‘hello! this is jisung, i don’t seem to have heard your call or—shit y/n cut that out! sorry uh… leave your message at the beep, okay bye!’

“damn it.” the frustration was settling in, your eyes gazing at the digital numbers taunting you on your phone. it’s almost been an hour since you were supposed to meet jisung here—either he had forgotten your plans, or he simply liked to torture you because he knew how much you hated the cold—and if it was the latter, you were certain you’d kill him.

your phone rings in your hands and you hurriedly pick up, expecting to hear your best friends deep voice scrambling with apologies.

“jisu—“

“…honey? where are you? mrs. park just called to say that jisung’s gone missing…”

your life hasn’t been the same ever since. you never heard a peep from the boy—and even after a whole year of you texting his number, someone else eventually answered, regretfully telling you that they weren’t jisung, but an older lady named kira.

which was a weird experience, but your parents were glad that you had finally let go of texting your missing best friend. they knew you would take the news the hardest. you were head over heels for this boy, and seeing as how you both were attached at the hip—they were worried for how you’d cope.

and they’ve settled that you making ducks out of snow once a year seems to be the perfect way to cope for you.

“this is stupid,” you mutter, more to yourself than anyone in particular. you gaze at the perfectly lined up ducks. eighteen of them.

that’s how old jisung would’ve turned that year.

when your fingers start to feel numb, the cold air seeming to get even colder, you decide that maybe it’s time to head back inside. you glance one more time over at the eighteen ducks sitting neatly at the front of your porch. a small flicker in you hopes that one day, they somehow bring jisung home.

—

he didn’t know what he was doing here. after all that happened in the north pole, he just let the wind take him anywhere. his mind was too busy to figure out where he’d stay before returning back to the north pole when everything was sorted out in his mind and heart.

and that’s how he finds himself standing next to you. his hood is up and his tight grip on his staff causes you to let out a small shiver.

he can tell you’re feeling somber, your eyes weren’t as happy as they were when he first saw you and your gaze seemed to linger at nothing in particular.

he watches as you purse your lips before slowly heading back inside. jisung didn’t know who you were, but being next to you warmed his freezing heart with a sense of familiarity he hasn’t felt in so long.

“eighteen…” his soft mumble is heard by no one, he had counted the ducks you had lined up by your house.

he wonders why you had decided to make that many, but a small smile tugs at his lips when he uses his magic to create a small pile of snow around the ducks, forming a small fence around all of them.

jisung’s torn from his thoughts when he hears soft chatter coming from the inside of your house, his curiosity getting the better of him while he stands to steal a glance from your window.

“hey hon. do you want to pay jisung a visit?” an older man looks directly at you as he fixes his tie, your slightly smaller stature stands in front of him, clad in the same outfit he saw you standing in earlier—minus a set of blue gloves.

the mention of his name has him attempting to hear your conversation better. he strains to hear over his racing heart, but he hears you reply with a hesitant ‘sure’. even from where he’s standing, he can see the fear in your eyes. he doesn’t exactly know why they glisten with unshed tears and he looks away as your family gathers around you in a group hug. he felt like he was intruding an important family moment.

he’s not sure how much time has passed with how he was trying hard not to eavesdrop, but your front door suddenly nudges open, surprising him almost enough to drop his staff.

“you made a little fence?” jisung hears the grin on your mom’s face and he turns to you to find you staring at his little creation around your ducks.

your face is turned down into a frown, your hands clad in the blue gloves you were wearing the first time he saw you that day. “i didn’t.”

this seems to silence your parents as they watch you with curious eyes. you looked conflicted, almost as if you didn’t know whether or not you liked the fact that someone had added to your small creation.

“well… then maybe jack frost did it?”

jisung perks up at the mention of his name, (well his alter ego’s name, you could say) his jaw slacks at the playful tone your father had taken when talking about him. but your eyes immediately roll into the back of your head.

“yeah, whatever.” the last word was mumbled underneath your breath, but he heard it loud and clear. he couldn’t understand why you not believing in him hurt the most, even when he knew you didn’t just by the fact that you couldn’t see him.

he watches dejectedly as your family gets into your car, you taking the back seat while your family sit in the front. your head bobs to music that was probably playing on the radio, and all he could do is stand on your porch as your dad drives you all away.

—

“let me see my memories.” the tone he’s chosen to use wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t harsh either.

jisung’s staring straight at the tooth fairy, who was in the middle of sorting out a problem with her baby fairies. she stills and purses her lips, looking at the teenage boy with red-rimmed eyes.

he’s had enough of the lies, tired of the way the rest of the guardians seem to think they can decide what he wants to do with who he is and the past that holds the answers to everything he had questioned the man in the moon ever since he had become jack frost.

“what happened, jisung?” her concern is waved off by the cold boy, the grip on his staff was tightening. “please, toothiana.”

his low whisper gets to her. he never calls her by her name unless things get too difiicult, for either of them. she could hear the pain hidden by his tough front, but she could tell that the boy was having an incredibly hard time.

“you’ve kept this from me for long enough. i’m tired of having to… look towards the moon and get no response every night for something i know is right here with you—!” his voice strains from the pain he’s trying so hard to hide from her.

the fairy sighs—conflicted by the care she holds for him and her duty to protect him. “…okay.”

jisung was fairly surprised by how quickly she agreed to him, but she wasn’t sure if she should even be allowing him to see his memories, strict rules from north was taunting her mind. but, with one more glance at jisung, she knows that she just doesn’t have the heart to keep it from him.

he watches silently as she flutters over to the hidden cases of teeth she had collected over the years, her fingers skimming over thousands of tabs—one shiny case slipping out into her awaiting hands.

“just… we’re here for you, jisung. okay? if you need us…” the fairy gently places the gold tube in his hands before leaving him alone to discover the memories lying in the gold case.

he wasn’t sure about what was preventing him from diving head first into his memories, but his gaze remained trained on the small image on the side of the tube, one that looked like his younger self. the silence he was left with seemed to scream at him to touch the white surface.

‘sung! jisung, where are you?!

he wanted to call out to the voice, tell them that he was right here and that he was doing just fine. he could hear the panic in the unfamiliar voice despite it being muffled and quiet.

being in this moment scared him more than anything ever has—he could have his memories in his hands right now and they were all at the touch of his fingertips. but the idea of it all overwhelmed him, pushing his heart to rage against his chest.

jisung… where did you go?

“i’m right here.” his whisper is heard by no one.

—

“that’s so stupid!” the room is filled with giggles as the boy attempts to flip whipped cream up from the back of his hand and into his mouth.

with a cute frown, “it is not! and it’s so possible.” jisung rolls his eyes, slapping his wrist and missing for the hundredth time.

this only causes the two kids to fall into even more fits of giggles, the whipped cream landing on the young boy’s forehead. he looked incredibly silly, but nothing could have prepared the younger girl for how adorable he looked, despite it all.

“shouldn’t you get going? or do you wanna stay over tonight?” she breaks the comfortable atmosphere with the tough question. the girl knew how sensitive the topic of jisung’s parents were, which is why she attempted to avoid it as much as she could. but it was late, and if he didn’t go home now, he would for sure be in trouble.

his deep sigh is what meets the soft question, and though he tries to hide behind a smile, she knew he was hurting.

“is it okay if i stay over?”

she never asks why, but that’s why jisung’s so lucky to have the girl sitting in front of him. his question is met by a soft nod from her, eliciting his lips to tug into a small smile.

“you’re the best.”

the sliver of a memory soothes one of jisung’s many curiosities. the small gold case he’s holding opened up one of his many lost memories, one that he knows was treasured by his younger self. the sight of the faceless girl haunts his mind as he imagines the memory over and over again. who was she to him?

“damn it,” jisung huffs when he feels frustrated tears sting at his eyes.

he could tell by the one memory he allowed himself to see—that the reason the guardians were hiding this from him, was because of the difficult past he was dealt with. he may not remember any of it, but slowly it was piecing itself together.

—

you hated this day. and with every year that passes, you’d wonder if it would ever get easier, but it never does. seeing your best friend’s name engraved on a tombstone was never an easy sight. it never failed to bring you to tears.

your parents would always carry a new boquet of hyacinths, jisung’s favorite flower according to you. the three of you would arrive at his grave, a different boquet already sitting at the feet of his tombstone.

you had your hands in your pockets and your gaze settled on the floor—so you didn’t notice a certain white haired boy who had settled himself on your porch.

“woah. what the hell?!” your loud voice seems to go ignored by your parents as they head into your house. your heart was racing at the sight of the unknown boy who seemed just as startled as you were.

jisung’s eyes are blown wide as he stares back at you, “y-you can see me…?”

you’re clutching at your jacket as you stare at him, bewildered. what the hell?

“yes i can see you, y-you freak! who the hell are you?!”

he stumbles as he picks up his staff, the hood resting on his head falls as he slowly steps off your porch. “shh, dude. you have to be quiet.”

jisung doesn’t know what he’s doing. he came here to get some piece of mind—and when your car came rolling up your driveway, he wasn’t expecting you to see him.

“you expect me to be quiet when you’re just mmf—!”

both of you are surprised when jisung surges forward and covers your mouth with his hand. you’re stunned at his action, his palm feeling cold as ice against your skin.

“no one else sees me. i don’t know why you do, though. so you have to shut up.” he’s quiet now, his eyes turning to your front door, trying to see if your parents were going to come out at any moment.

“who the hell are you?” your voice is slightly calm now, the boy stands sheepishly in front of you. his silence gives you a moment to look him over, a ridiculous wooden staff is sitting between his fingers—a blue hoodie clads his skinny figure and his feet were bare against the white snow covering your front yard.

“i’m—uh… jack..?” he watches, amused at how you seem to stare at him with disbelief.

“jack?” you whisper, your jaw unclenches as he nods at your question. an easy smile dancing on his lips.

he honestly has no idea what he’s doing. but he does know that he’s enjoying it.

“yeah! jack frost, ever heard of me?” he smiles lazily. it wasn’t everyday that he could introduce himself as the fairytale that he seems to have become over the past for years to anyone.

your frown is instant. jisung watched as your eyes danced across his face, taking in the familiarity of his older, colder features.

he expected anything. maybe a jaw drop. maybe a gasp, maybe even an eyebrow raise with some questioning as to whether or not he was serious.

what he didn’t expect though, was for your eyes to widen before your body crumpled to the ground.

—

the warmth of your bed is the first thing that you register when you wake from the strangest dream.

you’d seen jisung. you were sure of it. his hair was as white as snow, and he stared at you with not one hint of recognition—just mischief and a little disbelief at the idea of you seeing him.

“jack…” your murmur disturbed the silence of your bedroom. sitting up, your blanket fell off your shoulders. you were still in the clothes you wore to jisung’s grave, and the moonlight spilling into your room was the only source of light that illuminated your space.

confusion and sadness wraps itself around your heart as you try and shake the feelings that your dream had welcomed back into your head.

unbeknownst to you, frost begins to form on the corners of your closed window as a certain white haired boy perches himself on your roof—his grip on his wooden staff tightening at your quiet whisper.

he didn’t know who you were—not up until a few days ago, anyway. so why did a flash of recognition cross your eyes before you tumbled to the ground?

was that his confirmation that he was the jisung you were talking about? but how?

the jisung you knew was dead. and he was very much alive. albeit, invisible to everyone, but alive. except he wasn’t invisible to you.

the cold boy’s eyes wandered up to the moon, glaring at it as it seemed to be taunting him from above. how could he possibly have more questions now that he’d watched one memory from his stupid golden tooth capsule?

with one last huff (and a glance towards your now peaceful figure tucked away underneath your blanket), jisung stands—and lets the air take him far away from your house.

—

“jisung! don’t go so fast!”

giggles erupt into the air as jisung grips onto the girl’s arms, leading them both across the frozen water.

his smile was bright enough to light up the darkest of nights, watching as the girl struggles to balance herself on the slipper surface.

“you’re alright.” he murmurs to her, grinning as a splash of pink settles on her cheeks.

the girl shakes her head, her grip on his arms tightening as she feels their speed start to pick up once more. “i swear to God, park jisung, if we fall—“

“don’t worry, darling. i won’t ever let you fall.”

“jack?” the tooth fairy’s tentative voice cracks jisung’s concentration as he shuts the golden capsule shut.

she eyes him, watching as he buries what he felt by what he saw deep beneath his surface. he clears his throat before shoving the capsule into the pocket that rests on the bottom of his sweater.

“what’s up?”

her wings flutter furiously as she flies herself over to him. “are… are you alright?”

and the concern in her voice—pisses him off.

“yeah. never better.” jisung smiles at her, allowing his frustration to coat his words and drip off them.

he watches as she flinches at the harshness of his words, her mouth forming a slight pout, and guilt tugs at his heart. he sighs, trying to shake the frustration from his mind.

“i’m sorry.” he murmurs, turning away from the fairy to reel back his emotions. technically, it wasn’t her fault that the memory of the girl was flawed. so it wasn’t fair to the tooth fairy that he was taking his frustrations out on her.

she smiles slightly, reaching up to fluff his hair.

“i’m sorry too, jack.”

their eyes meet and he feels his resolve cracking just a tiny bit. he had always loved the tooth fairy in a sort of, sisterly kind of way, even when she’d piss him off a lot of the time.

she bites her lip, her wings fluttering as she brings herself back down to her feet.

“…did opening your tooth box help with anything?” she asks hesitantly, unsure of how he’d taken the weight of his past.

jisung swallows. his grip on the golden capsule tightens as he avoids her gaze.

“it… it actually raised a lot more questions.” he sighs, his jaw clenching as the image of the faceless girl forces its way back into his mind.

the tooth fairy frowns, watching him closely. “how so?”

“i haven’t actually fully opened it. i could only let myself see two memories,” she nods, listening intently as jisung runs his hand through his hair.

he bites his lip, a frown making its way onto his face before he continued, “both of which had this girl. we were inseparable, apparently. but in both memories her face is blurred.”

the green fairy sighs. “that does happen to some tooth boxes. either the memories are tampered with time, or they were simply memories that the child wanted to block out. but you did say that you and the girl seemed close? i wonder why younger you had wanted to block those memories out…”

jisung’s eyes fall closed, frustration swirling beneath his chest once more.

he’d taken his tooth box in hopes for answers. and yet here he stands, more and more questions filling his mind—and suffocating his peace.

—

“you’re here.”

your voice came out breathless, though you didn’t mean for it to be. jisung was sitting on your fence, snowflakes flying from his fingertips and his staff at his feet.

his eyes darted to your figure and his lips turned up into a grin. “hello to you too!”

your heart stutters in your chest. so it wasn’t a dream.

jisung grins when he hops off your fence to make his way to you. his staff hanging comfortably from his hands. there was a sense of familiarity that drew him to you, a weird feeling that oddly—reminded him of home.

“you, good lady, happen to be one of the only humans that can see me.” jisung smiles wider when he reaches to stand right in front of you. your neck cranes to look into his eyes, and it satisfies a small part of him that he chooses to ignore.

“good lady?” jisung laughs as you cringe, pushing the hood off his head.

“y’know, like good sir?” you roll your eyes as jisung nods his head to the pile of snow in front of the two of you.

your eyes widen as they finally register the sheer amount of ducks that have been spread across your yard. “what… the?”

jisung laughs and scratches the back of his neck as he watches your reaction carefully.

“i saw you that day. you were making ducks with that contraption of yours—figured it’d be a lot faster if i made them for you.”

you’re still staring at the snow ducks, all in different shapes and sizes, your voice having evaded your throat.

jisung shuffles on his feet, unsure of what to make of your silence. he flicks his fingers at the ducks and watches happily as they come to life.

“this is… this is awesome, jack.”

he stiffens at the name, but smiles nonetheless. you step forward to crouch closer to the ducks, laughing when some of them waddle around you. jisung grins, flicking his wrist to create even more magic with the snow that shoots from his fingertips.

your giggles fill the air as he makes snow glide through the air, before bursting into tiny snowflakes that glitter as the sunshine hits them.

jisung?

the oddly familiar voice distracts the white haired boy, his fingers freezing in the air. you’re still distracted by the snowflakes when jisung feels for the tooth box in his pocket.

‘sung, where’d you go?

“i-i gotta go. i forgot i had some place to be.” he murmurs, tugging the hood of his hoodie back over his head.

your eyes linger on the little ducks all over your feet, “alright. when will i—?”

when you finally tear your eyes away from the snow, the icy boy is nowhere to be found.

—

i… i’m right here.

it was weirdly quiet. jisung felt like he was floating, which was definitely not something he was used to. his eyes were closed, and he couldn’t seem to peel them open.

“park jisung, i swear if you’re hiding just to scare me, i’m going to kill you!”

y/n. where were you? your voice sounded so far away.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“‘sung, seriously…” you sounded annoyed. but he was right there.

i’m here!

jisung was convinced that he was trapped in a dream. he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, or to reply to your annoyed cries.

then he heard your phone ring—a heartbroken gasp tumbles past your lips, and hurried footsteps fade farther and farther away from him.

y/n! i’m right here…

“y/n.” jisung gasps, the tooth box slipping from his fingers. the truth slams into him and brings him to his knees.

your last memory of him, was that he’d ditched you. the revelation wraps around his heart as tears push their way past his strong exterior.

for years he had longed to know who he had been before the man in the moon chose him to be a guardian. for years he longed for a family—one that knew him as park jisung and not as jack frost.

and now, the answers to his prayers were right there, within his reach.

“jack?” north’s deep voice brings him out of the haze he was drowning in.

tears were blurring his vision, but he stood, grabbing his staff before wiping them off with his sleeve. “i… i have a family.”

jisung’s soft voice brings a small smile onto north’s face. the rest of the guardians had been just that all their lives, guardians. jack—jisung, had been the only one who was turned into a guardian after a tragedy that had struck his life.

north had hoped to keep him in the dark for as long as possible, though he knew it was never going to end up that way. when jisung was first introduced as a guardian, he had been so clueless—so accepting of his fate as jack frost, that north had felt it’d been best to allow him to learn to love himself as jack frost, even if that meant not knowing who he was as park jisung.

he had, obviously, been wrong.

“go, ji.”

jisung’s sobs (embarrassingly) get louder, surging forward to wrap his arms around north.

“thank you, north.”

—

something told jisung that you weren’t home. even though he passed by, eyeing the car that sat in your driveway.

the cold winter air was leading him some place else. some place closer to the girl that seemed to feel more and more like home.

“i miss you, ‘sung.”

your lonely whisper just manages to reach his ears as he slows to a stop a couple feet away from where you sat.

his eyes wandered past your seated figure, slowly taking in where the wind had taken him.

a frozen over lake. one that he knew quite well.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“where’d you go, ‘sung?” your heartbroken whisper echoes through the empty lake once more, and urges jisung to move closer to you.

“i’m right here.”

you’re startled—your head whips towards his figure before you’re up on your feet. you’re frowning at him, but all he can do is smile warmly back at you.

“jack? what are you—“

he moves forward, flicking his wrists to form makeshift ice skates on your feet. jisung has no idea what he’s doing, but he moves swiftly and hurriedly—transferring the two of you onto the frozen lake.

“jack!” your gasp is full of fear, your hands gripping onto his forearms as jisung glides the two of you across the frozen water.

“i’m so sorry it took me this long to remember you. to remember us, y/n.” jisung’s murmur is quiet, the cold winter air suddenly heats as your eyes find his despite the fear of falling.

it takes a second, but the truth hits you just as hard as it had him a couple hours before.

park jisung was in front of you. his brown hair hair was swapped with strands that were white as snow, his eyes were blue instead of their usual dark brown and his feet were bare—but there was no doubting the sweet smile that etched itself onto his lips and the dimples that came with it.

“…’sung?”

your whisper is breathless once more, and the smile that curves jisung’s lips could not be sweeter.

“hi, darling.”

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squirting for the first time w nct dream 00 line ft mark

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synopsis: nct dream 00 line ft mark reacting to you squirting for the first time

word count: 787

⚠ warnings: squirting, tummy bulge, fingering, smut

a/n: hiii this is literally my first fic ever so don't be mean 😭

── MARK LEE:

does it by accident, the first time you do it, he’d honestly be so confused and a little concerned. he stopped his movements, he didn’t know what to do. “hey baby, are you okay?” he looks at you concerned, gently rubbing your shaking thigh. all you could do was just breathe shakily and nod, “mark, please… do it again.” you open your eyes, “are you sure? we can stop if yoー” you grab ahold of his wrist, nodding once more “yes mark, please you make me feel so good.” you look at him with big doe eyes, and that was all you needed to say to make him strive to make you squirt again. he's happy to be making you feel good like this. how could he ever say no to you? :(

── JENO LEE:

he makes you do it on purpose, it is his mission in life to make you squirt on his cock. pulling out to rub his weeping head against your clit before sinking back in. he’s completely head over heels with how well you take him and he absolutely adores seeing your cute little tummy bulge from the sheer mass of his fat cock. he's drunk on the way your gummy walls part to accommodate his length, groaning when you clench down on him. his palm rubs circles into your clit, the juices from your previous orgasms stain his hands but he doesn't let up no matter how much you beg him or complain that something feels weird. he’s honestly so proud he got you to squirt for him on the first try.

── NA JAEMIN:

it’s no surprise this man knows how to make you squirt. he’d be cooing at you, “did i make you feel that good baby? you’re so cute” with a little pout on his lips before grinning after. all you could do was just nod and breathe out shakily. jaemin gave you a few seconds to relax, gently rubbing your sides before thrusting 2 fingers in you at a fast pace, “jaemin.. please,” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, your head was clouded by the pleasure washing over your body. “what is it, baby? you gonna cum again?” moans kept slipping out of your lips, your body was reacting more today. you felt your 3rd orgasm creeping up to you as the knot in your stomach tightens. you moaned out loud, you saw small white dots prickle at your vision while you cum in jaemin’s fingers once more. “you did so well for me baby.” oh to be babied by na jaemin himself

── HUANG RENJUN:

honestly, he and jaemin are probably the only ones who are able to make you squirt without inserting themselves into you. he always starts off slow, gently building up the passion and the love he feels for you. he's two fingers deep within your cunt, tongue heavily lapping at your folds flicking your clit back and forth. he's noisy when he eats, groaning and grunting into your flesh as he ruts himself against the bed. he knows your poor little pussy has to be sore, three times is a lot to cum. you try to warn him as the tightening in your tummy approaches, preparing for the worst as cum coats his face. he's starstruck for a moment before he dives back down, fingering you as fast as possible. “i just need one more baby, can you do that for me?” he looks at you with big doe eyes, i mean how could you ever say no to him?

── LEE HAECHAN:

oh the first time you do it, this boy would be sooooo cocky. “oh? did my baby just squirt?” he teases you with a smirk, faking his empathy. he would be also proud of himself too, he’s the only one who can make you squirt. “fuck baby,” he's ramming himself into you over and over, breathy moans right next to your ear as he whines out. did you just get tighter? hot cum floods your senses, haechan closing his eyes and groaning, too busy emptying out every last drop from his balls to notice the liquid staining his stomach. he slowly pulls himself away, cooing gently as his thumb circling at your clit allowing the last few drops to spray out. you did so well :(

Aaah. 🥺

replacement | ten lee

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word count : 5.3k

pairing : ten x reader

song suggestion : stand by me — wayv

“i can’t do this.”

“you have too! we can’t ignore the orders of the royal family,” the man huffed, watching his daughter cross her arms over her chest.

“come on baby, we have to agree. you’ll get married to the prince!” her mother strived to lift her mood up, trying to convince her to this alliance.

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Locked Away: Ten Lee x Reader (Vampire AU)

✨ Happy Birthday to my Bae 🎂

Summary: Being in the Supernatural Control Force for over 150 years now raids are a regular part. What you didn't expect was this time to find a hostage.

A/n: Happiest 27th to my love. Hehe I liked writing this.

W/c: 2.1k

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"Xiaojun and Mark to the right, Hendery, follow me" you said as you took the safety valve off, of your gun, the others did the same. "May I go first ma'am?" Hendery asked, you simply shrugged. You two followed the corridor that brought you to a wooden door, you put a finger to your lips to ask him to quiet down. He nodded and the two of you tried to listen in, there was a sound of chain at a distance, you could tell it was at a lower altitude. With one smooth pull you broke the lock thanks to your enhanced strength. Hendery again walked up front. "Careful of the stairs ma'am" He said and you nodded. You both tried to be light on your feet, the closer you got the more the rustle of the chains was heard, the person was trying to gain attention. "Ma'am! Ma'am it's a person! A- a vampire" he said. "Shh!" You said.

You could see the blood red eyes, he wasn't fed for a long time. The closer you got the more familiar the smell got, the smell of lemon and Sandal wood. Him?! Your mind went. "Ten?" You whispered under your breath, you were taken aback as if your sky was crashing down on you. Those blood red eyes shifted to look towards you. You could hear some grunts. "Ma'am it's looking this way!" Hendery said jumping behind you, "I can see that. Call Yangyang for the Blood bags, quick", you channeled your walkie talkie to Xiaojun and called him over, these rails were too stiff for you to do anything to them alone. He was beside you in no time, the movements inside the room however were very sloppy, he could barely move, the slight rotting tinge told you that he hasn't been fed for at least 2 months, which was probably back when the gang leaders were just caught.

This hideout was way too secluded and spotting it took time. If this was any other vampire they would probably have turned into a live corpse and you would've had to kill them, but this is Ten one of the elders that went missing more than a century ago. Now, things were a bit clear as to why finding and then locating this hideout was so difficult. You and Xiaojun took hold of the bars and on a count of three pried the door open, Mark put a hand and door was taken off the hinges and set apart. Hendery and Yangyang walked in but you stopped them "We need to check him first, be careful". You got a funny smell as soon as you walked into the room, you looked at Xiaojun and saw he smelt it too. A groan was heard from the one in chains.

You went to grab onto them but "Wait Y/n" Xiaojun stopped you "It's silver, wear gloves" he said and you all pulled your gloves out of your pocket and put them on. You slowly untangled him from the chains first. He could barely move a muscle. "It's! It's Elder Ten! Who went missing almost a century ago" Hendery said, Yangyang glared at him but he never saw that. "A hundred and nineteen years" you said quietly.

"Y-Y-Y/nnnn?" He groaned, his voice was hoarse and dry. "Please stay quiet, sir, we'll entangle you in a moment" you said, in your professional voice. Even Xiaojun was a bit shocked at that. When he was untangled, you checked his vitals, his body was warm and his skin was soft, his lips had almost turned blue and so were his finger tips. "Yangyang" you said and he came up with the 3 blood bags he had. You tore open one and put it to his lips, but he coughed it out. You tried to give him a bit more but he coughed it all out.

"His body can't cope with the blood" Mark said. "Maybe if we" Xiaojun said and stopped but you knew what he meant in an instant you bore your teeth on your wrist and made a scar and held it to Ten's mouth, a few drips on his tongue and he gulped, no he didn't cough this time. He drank some more and weakly pushed your hand away with a low "No" it was almost a whisper. The color of his lips and fingertips were back, but he wouldn't drink anymore from you, "Sir, I insist you drink some more" you said, but he shut his lips and looked away.

"Break the chains" you said and stood up and walked a few steps away. "Careful of the silver pins in the legs" you said, that smell still bothering you.

Suddenly, the lights lit up and Winwin appeared at the entrance, "This should help" he said "The rest of the hind out has been cleared, as soon as sir, is recued we'll seal the-"

"Y/N!" You heard Xiaojun call and you hurried to him, he showed you Ten's leg "the pin had some poison capsule, it broke when we pulled the pins out" he said

"You're still in the force? Still her puppy huh? Xiaojun?" Ten spoke up "I can deal with the pain, I'm used to it" he said. But this wasn't any normal poison, the smell you were getting until now was of Wisteria, if it gets too mixed with blood, it gives a burning sensation you had to be quick.

"Pick him up, carefully, Mark and bring him to the van we'll go to the Qians first" you said.

"It would be beneficial for you and us if you restrict your movement, sir" you said and walked out of the basement. You still remember when you last saw him after the Cold-Lykan war, your side the Cold ones won. However, the hybrid children, that was the main aspect of the war were decided would be locked away in isolation. Ten didn't want that, he went against the council and kept them under protection. The two of you could rarely meet during those times, you would have loved to join him but you had your own duty being a member of the force. Then suddenly, one day you received news that he went missing. You had looked at so many places, you turned the world upside down but never found him.

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"He's awake, the wisteria poisoning has washed off" Xiaojun informed you in your office. It's been 3 days since you rushed Ten at Qian Kun's house, he was a former friend and a healer so you trusted him. "Good" you said.

"I'll handle the evening, you should go" he said. "Go where?" You asked, knowing very well what he meant, but you can't, you just can't bring yourself to go there yet. All these years you were sure that either he was dead or he didn't want to be found, and you made peace with that in your mind. But, now you feel like everything is getting messed up, was he captured all this time? You had a thousand questions and you didn't know if you should try to get the answers. "He said he won't feed until you go there" Xiaojun said, and your eyes went wide, as looked at Xiaojun who nodded. You begrudgingly got up handing over the responsibilities for the rest of the evening until night to him and drove off towards the Qians.

"What did you need? Elder?" You asked, bowing. "Did you look for me?" He asked, looking at you and sitting up. "Yes sir, it was part of my duty" you said still officially. Ten stood up and walked towards you, you didn't know what he wanted but you stood your ground stiffly. He now stood close to you looking deep into your eyes suddenly he dipped his head to your neck. For a second there you thought he was about to bite you but he placed his head on your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat and you cursed at it, you were over him, yes, you were, he just acts this way and your heart goes all zoomie.

"What's wrong Sir?" You asked. "Please" he said and he almost dropped but you held him. You helped him back to bed, and turned around but felt his hand on your wrist. "Please" he said again. "What?" You asked, "Stay" he said and pulled you down on the edge of the bed "I'm sorry" he said, you looked at him, his eyes looked in pain. You decided you needed to know everything, you shook off your arm and got up and left the room, leaving Ten alone to think that you left. You went to Kun to get the blood tonic he was supposed to give Ten and brought it back. His eyes lit up at your sight. "Drink" you said, taking a seat beside him, he obeyed you word to word.

"What happened?" You finally asked when he was done. "A few days after we stopped talking-" he was interrupted by you "You meant after you drove me and Xiaojun away when we tried to help you? I can't even speak all the shit you had spewed" you said. "I was shit talking okay! I could not let you get into a false position with the council. They would have marked all of you rogues!" He said, which was shocking to you, "I couldn't let you lose that spot you worked and trained all your life for! After that day, a few days went quiet, almost too quiet. Then I received intel that an assassination was planned to kill the kids, I couldn't let that happen so I thought of getting them out of there hence I planned, it seemed fool proof. But, we were ambushed, there were too many Lycans , I couldn't save them Y/n" he said, he was trembling, you took his hand in his.

"Then they drugged me, all I remember after that is weakness and dizziness. They took vials and vials of my blood for testing in exchange just gave me some animal blood after long periods, just to keep me alive and my blood flowing. They used to bring in lots of hostages, killed them in the process of testing, I wished I would too, it felt like forever but just sometime before you all came one time they all suddenly left and ran" he said "then you found me, I was so weak with lack of blood and those silver shackles that I couldn't even break them. 119 years I was down there, I didn't- I didn't even" he broke down and you hugged him tight.

"You're safe now. We caught them, the leaders, I'll catch every last one that was involved in this. We have enough proof to let them rot the rest of their lives in our aconite prisons" you said "I'm so sorry I couldn't find you sooner. I had lost all hope, I thought you were dead somehow, after I found out those kids, I gave them proper burial. We never found a trace of you" you said "Xiaojun and I didn't leave any stones unturned but we never found you. You should have come to us, to me". You said, holding him tighter.

"It's not your fault they moved my location so many times, I don't even know through what they just drugged me and I used to wake up in a new rooms of darkness" he said. You pulled him apart and looked into his eyes "You are safe now, Ten" you said "I won't let anything happen to you. Never" you said. At that moment he grabbed your neck and attacked your lips, you were stunned, you haven't done this in ages, you haven't had him in your arms in ages. "Please kiss me back, please" he said, connecting his forehead to yours, it almost sounded like a plea. This time you connected your lips to his, you intertwined your hands around his neck tightly so that he never disappears again. "I missed you so much" he mouthed against your lips. He bit on your lip and you just granted him access, you would never let anyone near him again.

You parted and he said "I'm sorry, I should have told you. I think that could have saved all of us some troubles" he said and you couldn't agree less.

He pulled you close to him and planted kisses along your jaw as he went lower to your neck, he bit down lightly piercing his fangs, as you instantly felt euphoria coursing through your veins. He stopped and licked the wound, sending a chill down your spine.

"COULD YOU AT LEAST CLOSE THE DOOR!!" you heard a heavy voice say and turned to see a very mortified Lucas at the door. "I thought let me go greet Y/n and see Ten hyung, but you two are at it here" he said shaking his head.

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Locked Away: Ten Lee x Reader (Vampire AU)

✨ Happy Birthday to my Bae 🎂

Summary: Being in the Supernatural Control Force for over 150 years now raids are a regular part. What you didn't expect was this time to find a hostage.

A/n: Happiest 27th to my love. Hehe I liked writing this.

W/c: 2.1k

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"Xiaojun and Mark to the right, Hendery, follow me" you said as you took the safety valve off, of your gun, the others did the same. "May I go first ma'am?" Hendery asked, you simply shrugged. You two followed the corridor that brought you to a wooden door, you put a finger to your lips to ask him to quiet down. He nodded and the two of you tried to listen in, there was a sound of chain at a distance, you could tell it was at a lower altitude. With one smooth pull you broke the lock thanks to your enhanced strength. Hendery again walked up front. "Careful of the stairs ma'am" He said and you nodded. You both tried to be light on your feet, the closer you got the more the rustle of the chains was heard, the person was trying to gain attention. "Ma'am! Ma'am it's a person! A- a vampire" he said. "Shh!" You said.

You could see the blood red eyes, he wasn't fed for a long time. The closer you got the more familiar the smell got, the smell of lemon and Sandal wood. Him?! Your mind went. "Ten?" You whispered under your breath, you were taken aback as if your sky was crashing down on you. Those blood red eyes shifted to look towards you. You could hear some grunts. "Ma'am it's looking this way!" Hendery said jumping behind you, "I can see that. Call Yangyang for the Blood bags, quick", you channeled your walkie talkie to Xiaojun and called him over, these rails were too stiff for you to do anything to them alone. He was beside you in no time, the movements inside the room however were very sloppy, he could barely move, the slight rotting tinge told you that he hasn't been fed for at least 2 months, which was probably back when the gang leaders were just caught.

This hideout was way too secluded and spotting it took time. If this was any other vampire they would probably have turned into a live corpse and you would've had to kill them, but this is Ten one of the elders that went missing more than a century ago. Now, things were a bit clear as to why finding and then locating this hideout was so difficult. You and Xiaojun took hold of the bars and on a count of three pried the door open, Mark put a hand and door was taken off the hinges and set apart. Hendery and Yangyang walked in but you stopped them "We need to check him first, be careful". You got a funny smell as soon as you walked into the room, you looked at Xiaojun and saw he smelt it too. A groan was heard from the one in chains.

You went to grab onto them but "Wait Y/n" Xiaojun stopped you "It's silver, wear gloves" he said and you all pulled your gloves out of your pocket and put them on. You slowly untangled him from the chains first. He could barely move a muscle. "It's! It's Elder Ten! Who went missing almost a century ago" Hendery said, Yangyang glared at him but he never saw that. "A hundred and nineteen years" you said quietly.

"Y-Y-Y/nnnn?" He groaned, his voice was hoarse and dry. "Please stay quiet, sir, we'll entangle you in a moment" you said, in your professional voice. Even Xiaojun was a bit shocked at that. When he was untangled, you checked his vitals, his body was warm and his skin was soft, his lips had almost turned blue and so were his finger tips. "Yangyang" you said and he came up with the 3 blood bags he had. You tore open one and put it to his lips, but he coughed it out. You tried to give him a bit more but he coughed it all out.

"His body can't cope with the blood" Mark said. "Maybe if we" Xiaojun said and stopped but you knew what he meant in an instant you bore your teeth on your wrist and made a scar and held it to Ten's mouth, a few drips on his tongue and he gulped, no he didn't cough this time. He drank some more and weakly pushed your hand away with a low "No" it was almost a whisper. The color of his lips and fingertips were back, but he wouldn't drink anymore from you, "Sir, I insist you drink some more" you said, but he shut his lips and looked away.

"Break the chains" you said and stood up and walked a few steps away. "Careful of the silver pins in the legs" you said, that smell still bothering you.

Suddenly, the lights lit up and Winwin appeared at the entrance, "This should help" he said "The rest of the hind out has been cleared, as soon as sir, is recued we'll seal the-"

"Y/N!" You heard Xiaojun call and you hurried to him, he showed you Ten's leg "the pin had some poison capsule, it broke when we pulled the pins out" he said

"You're still in the force? Still her puppy huh? Xiaojun?" Ten spoke up "I can deal with the pain, I'm used to it" he said. But this wasn't any normal poison, the smell you were getting until now was of Wisteria, if it gets too mixed with blood, it gives a burning sensation you had to be quick.

"Pick him up, carefully, Mark and bring him to the van we'll go to the Qians first" you said.

"It would be beneficial for you and us if you restrict your movement, sir" you said and walked out of the basement. You still remember when you last saw him after the Cold-Lykan war, your side the Cold ones won. However, the hybrid children, that was the main aspect of the war were decided would be locked away in isolation. Ten didn't want that, he went against the council and kept them under protection. The two of you could rarely meet during those times, you would have loved to join him but you had your own duty being a member of the force. Then suddenly, one day you received news that he went missing. You had looked at so many places, you turned the world upside down but never found him.

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"He's awake, the wisteria poisoning has washed off" Xiaojun informed you in your office. It's been 3 days since you rushed Ten at Qian Kun's house, he was a former friend and a healer so you trusted him. "Good" you said.

"I'll handle the evening, you should go" he said. "Go where?" You asked, knowing very well what he meant, but you can't, you just can't bring yourself to go there yet. All these years you were sure that either he was dead or he didn't want to be found, and you made peace with that in your mind. But, now you feel like everything is getting messed up, was he captured all this time? You had a thousand questions and you didn't know if you should try to get the answers. "He said he won't feed until you go there" Xiaojun said, and your eyes went wide, as looked at Xiaojun who nodded. You begrudgingly got up handing over the responsibilities for the rest of the evening until night to him and drove off towards the Qians.

"What did you need? Elder?" You asked, bowing. "Did you look for me?" He asked, looking at you and sitting up. "Yes sir, it was part of my duty" you said still officially. Ten stood up and walked towards you, you didn't know what he wanted but you stood your ground stiffly. He now stood close to you looking deep into your eyes suddenly he dipped his head to your neck. For a second there you thought he was about to bite you but he placed his head on your shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat and you cursed at it, you were over him, yes, you were, he just acts this way and your heart goes all zoomie.

"What's wrong Sir?" You asked. "Please" he said and he almost dropped but you held him. You helped him back to bed, and turned around but felt his hand on your wrist. "Please" he said again. "What?" You asked, "Stay" he said and pulled you down on the edge of the bed "I'm sorry" he said, you looked at him, his eyes looked in pain. You decided you needed to know everything, you shook off your arm and got up and left the room, leaving Ten alone to think that you left. You went to Kun to get the blood tonic he was supposed to give Ten and brought it back. His eyes lit up at your sight. "Drink" you said, taking a seat beside him, he obeyed you word to word.

"What happened?" You finally asked when he was done. "A few days after we stopped talking-" he was interrupted by you "You meant after you drove me and Xiaojun away when we tried to help you? I can't even speak all the shit you had spewed" you said. "I was shit talking okay! I could not let you get into a false position with the council. They would have marked all of you rogues!" He said, which was shocking to you, "I couldn't let you lose that spot you worked and trained all your life for! After that day, a few days went quiet, almost too quiet. Then I received intel that an assassination was planned to kill the kids, I couldn't let that happen so I thought of getting them out of there hence I planned, it seemed fool proof. But, we were ambushed, there were too many Lycans , I couldn't save them Y/n" he said, he was trembling, you took his hand in his.

"Then they drugged me, all I remember after that is weakness and dizziness. They took vials and vials of my blood for testing in exchange just gave me some animal blood after long periods, just to keep me alive and my blood flowing. They used to bring in lots of hostages, killed them in the process of testing, I wished I would too, it felt like forever but just sometime before you all came one time they all suddenly left and ran" he said "then you found me, I was so weak with lack of blood and those silver shackles that I couldn't even break them. 119 years I was down there, I didn't- I didn't even" he broke down and you hugged him tight.

"You're safe now. We caught them, the leaders, I'll catch every last one that was involved in this. We have enough proof to let them rot the rest of their lives in our aconite prisons" you said "I'm so sorry I couldn't find you sooner. I had lost all hope, I thought you were dead somehow, after I found out those kids, I gave them proper burial. We never found a trace of you" you said "Xiaojun and I didn't leave any stones unturned but we never found you. You should have come to us, to me". You said, holding him tighter.

"It's not your fault they moved my location so many times, I don't even know through what they just drugged me and I used to wake up in a new rooms of darkness" he said. You pulled him apart and looked into his eyes "You are safe now, Ten" you said "I won't let anything happen to you. Never" you said. At that moment he grabbed your neck and attacked your lips, you were stunned, you haven't done this in ages, you haven't had him in your arms in ages. "Please kiss me back, please" he said, connecting his forehead to yours, it almost sounded like a plea. This time you connected your lips to his, you intertwined your hands around his neck tightly so that he never disappears again. "I missed you so much" he mouthed against your lips. He bit on your lip and you just granted him access, you would never let anyone near him again.

You parted and he said "I'm sorry, I should have told you. I think that could have saved all of us some troubles" he said and you couldn't agree less.

He pulled you close to him and planted kisses along your jaw as he went lower to your neck, he bit down lightly piercing his fangs, as you instantly felt euphoria coursing through your veins. He stopped and licked the wound, sending a chill down your spine.

"COULD YOU AT LEAST CLOSE THE DOOR!!" you heard a heavy voice say and turned to see a very mortified Lucas at the door. "I thought let me go greet Y/n and see Ten hyung, but you two are at it here" he said shaking his head.

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Established relationship, Fiance Doyoung x fem reader

Summary: The powerful storm outside knocks your power out even though Doyoung assured you it would be fine. Luckily, he bought candles the day before just in case this happened. But even with the candles to light the dark house, you were still a bit anxious about the storm, so Doyoung decided to distract you for a bit

Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, breeding kink, softer dynamic, fluff (I think idk), proofread but may still be errors

Word count: 3,2k

Song recs: get you by Daniel Caesar

A/N: wrote this listening to the cutest kpop gg music you could imagine. Literally listening to achoo by lovelyz rn (stream) please lmk if I missed any warnings. Feedback is loved and appreciated

"Are you sure everything will be fine out there? It's looking pretty serious." You stood by the window of your living room staring outside at the storm.

"Well I don't know for sure, but what I do know is that you shouldn't stand near the window like that." Doyoung grabbed your arm pulling you away from the window. "It's night time so hopefully nothing too crazy happens. Are all the flashlights up here?"

"Yeah." You turned to Doyoung who put his hands on his hips with a concentrated expression. He was always so cute like that. "Babe, we're gonna be okay. There's no need to-"

The room went completely silent as your vision was impaired with the sudden blackout. All that you could see was the trees moving in the strong wind and power lines flying in different directions. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, turning on the flashlight to see in front of you.

"Babe? You still there," you said loudly, looking around.

"Yeah I'm just getting the flashlights and candles," he called from the kitchen.

"I didn't even know we had candles," you laugh.

"I bought them yesterday just in case." You pointed your phone in the direction of the kitchen, seeing him walk back with his hands and arms full. He placed all the stuff on the coffee table with a big sigh. "Wanna help me light them?"

"Of course." You sat on the floor next to him between the couch and the table. Doyoung handed you a lighter and the two of you started lighting the candles "you're always so prepared."

"In life, you always think 3 steps ahead." He placed the candle in the candle holder, carefully putting it on the table. Doyoung reached to pick up another one, but was distracted by how pretty you looked in the lowlight. Your features were soft, and the way you picked up everything was delicate.

You turned to ask him something, but was quickly humored when you caught him staring at you. Doyoung looked away from you super flustered by it. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, making him cover his face. You snickered as he whined in his hands from the embarrassment. Even after dating him for so long, he was still embarrassed like a middle schooler.

"Don't be embarrassed," you teased, poking him softly. "you're so cute, you know that?"

Doyoung groaned, earning a soft laugh from you. "stop, it's embarrassing."

"It's not." You continued lighting candles listening to the rain pick up outside. You set it down before turning to Doyoung who was still hiding his face. You ruffled your hands in his hair knowing that would be the only thing to make him come back to you.

"Don't mess up my hair, I spent so much time on it today," he whined, moving your hand gently.

"It still looks good. Looks like the aftermath of a long week," you said, winking at him. Doyoung, who was already flustered enough, gave you nervous laughter. "You know..these candles are kind of romantic."

"You think so," he asked, a small smile on his face. He stood up m, taking 2 candles with him setting up the room.

"Mhm," you answer. You finished lighting the rest of the candles and stood up to help Doyoung put them around the first floor. "Maybe we should be romantic while we have the chance," you laugh.

"Do you think we're still gonna have to work tomorrow?"

"Hopefully not. Hopefully a tree falls in the middle of the street. Okay…I'm all done." You turn to Doyoung who was finishing up the candles right along with you. The room looked nice and lit up like this. It reminded you of a room in a dark academia movie with all the books and papers lying around. Doyoung looked good in the low light too. The slight silhouette of his body in front of the candles was so pretty. He was so pretty, and it was starting to do things to you.

You and Doyoung sat on the couch together snuggled into one another under the throw blanket. You nuzzled your head between his neck, inhaling his cologne that you loved so much. You felt Doyoung tense up a bit, squeezing you closer into him as the storm picked up. He knew you didn't like storms very much, and you were starting to get a lot more anxious as time went on.

"You okay," he said quietly.

You nodded, planting a small kiss on his jawline. "It's getting really bad out there."

"I know," he said, kissing your forehead. "Don't worry about the storm, okay? I'm here."

"I know I shouldn't worry…but what if the tree in the backyard falls or the one across the street? What if-"

Doyoung turned your head to face him and kissed you deeply. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You pulled away from him, looking up at him with adoration. He was always so sweet, never wanting you to worry about a thing.

"Don't worry about what's going on outside," he said quietly.

"Well, now I can't worry about anything because of you." You smiled, glancing at his dimly lit lips. "I think we should take advantage of this romantic setting. What do you think?"

"I think you're right." Doyoung smiled before kissing you again, capturing your lips in a heated exchange. You kiss him back, moaning softly into his mouth. Your hand finds its way to his chest, holding his shirt softly.

"I bet you were thinking about this all day," he mumbled against your lips.

His voice was so deep and raspy and you could hear the smirk in his statement. It gave you butterflies, and they immediately went right to your core. You wanted to just kiss him for the time being, just in case something bad happened outside or inside. But the way he was kissing you, the way his fingers softly glided on your arm - you needed him.

"Do you think you can distract me some more," you mumbled. You pulled away from his lips, kissing his face softly. You could feel his beard growing back and still smell the expensive skin care he loved.

"It's almost like you read my mind."

You and Doyoung move yourselves on the couch, him under you and you on top of him. Doyoung could never get over the way you looked at him. It made him feel warm and fuzzy. Not once have you even made him feel unwanted or unloved, and he hoped that it would stay that way forever.

"You're staring again," you giggle softly.

"I know." Doyoung took one of your hands and clasped them with his, squeezing it tight. "You're so beautiful."

"Don't get sentimental on me," you whine softly, but the smile on your lips was wide. You always got shy when he started complimenting you out of the blue. Doyoung was big on words of affirmation. He always had to tell you that he loves you, or anything that showed his love for you in general. You loved it because no one ever made you feel as special as he did.

"I'm not being sentimental, I'm just telling you." Doyoung kissed the back of your hand, making you even more flustered than before. "But I'll stop talking because I know you just want my dick in you."

"You didn't have to put it that way," you laugh. You leaned down, kissing him softly. Doyoung placed his other hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh softly. Doyoung let go of your hand and placed both of them on your hips. Unconsciously, you started to grind on top of him, lips never leaving his. His hands followed your movements, pushing his hips up to get more friction.

The sound of the rain breathing the windows created the perfect white noise for you to put your focus on him. You pulled away from him, leaning lower to kiss his neck.

"God, I love you so much," he sighed.

"I know you do." You came up and pulled your shirt above your head, throwing it on the floor in front of the couch. You reached to your back, unclipping your bra. Doyoung's gaze never left your body, watching as the fabric fell from your skin exposing your chest. Every time felt like the first time. It didn't matter how many times you undressed yourself in front of him, he would still get excited and nervous all at the same time.

"I'll never get tired of this," he mumbled, eyes going straight to your chest.

"I hope you don't because I'll never get tired of you," you said softly. You lift Doyoung's shirt tugging it up. He lifts his arms helping you get the fabric off of him. You toss the shirt next to yours and shuffle off his lap to remove your pants. Doyoung started doing the same. His hands clumsily undid his belt, fingers unable to properly hold the leather because of how sweaty his fingertips were. You watched him, laughing softly as you moved his hands gently, undoing his belt for him.

"Why do you still get nervous every time," you laughed.

"Because it's you."

Your hands are on his zipper when you stop and look at him. You leaned in, kissing him quickly with a small smile on your face. "We might as well get married now since you wanna be all cute and romantic," you tease.

"But if we do that, you won't get your big princess wedding." The both of you laugh as you pull off his jeans and boxers. You run your hands down his chest, making his breath hitch in his throat slightly. The way your nails raked softly over his skin - he wanted to put a baby in you right at this moment.

You had almost completely forgotten about the storm at that point, just focusing on Doyoung in the candle light. But like always, your small fears had to betray you in some way. You glanced out the window, immediately becoming worried again seeing the trees sway in the wind and - wait, is it hailing now? The loud sound of the balls of nice hitting your window and car in the driveway confirmed your thoughts, making you knit your brows.

"I think it's hailing now, Do."

"I know, but don't worry about it, okay." Doyoung put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Don't worry about anything. Just lay back and let me take care of you." Doyoung gently laid you on the couch, lifting your legs. You and him had discussed having children before, conversation always ending in "I don't know" or "maybe," but right now he was feeling like the answer should be "definitely."

You laid there watching him as he lined himself with your core, eyes lost in the wetness between your legs. Doyoung pushed himself into you, a sigh of relief and pleasure falling from both of your lips. Doyoung moved his hands from your thighs to your ankles, holding them tight in his hands. Your brows knit once he starts thrusting, moving in and out of you slowly.

"You remember that conversation we had about kids," he asked, breathing heavily because of the pleasure.

"Mhm," you nod, lip between your teeth.

"I..I changed my mind, I want one… now." Doyoung's other hand found its way to your core, fingers gently toying with your clit as he thrusted. He felt you shiver under his touch, soft moans filling the space of the quiet room. "Wanna put a baby in you so bad.."

You nodded, only half listening to what he was saying. And in all honesty, you wanted it too. You needed it. "Please Doyoung, put a baby in me," you moaned softly.

Doyoung kept thrusting in you slowly, breathy groans leaving his lips. His eyes followed your hands as you brought one to your chest, pinching your nipple, and the other to Doyoung's hand that was in your clit. You followed his movements, pressing his fingers on your clit harder. "Fuck," you whispered. "Faster baby."

Doyoung let go of your ankles, allowing you to readjust yourself on the couch. He leaned down, kissing you passionately as he thrusted. His movements were sharp and deep, the sound of skin slapping playing over your ears instead of the worsening storm outside. You cupped his face, moaning on his lips.

"Fuck..right there," you whined softly.

If he could, he would get your face at the very moment tattooed on his brain. You were so pretty, you were always pretty no matter what. But something about your face when you were under him, letting yourself be vulnerable despite your usual introverted nature was so fascinating to him. You always crumbled at every touch, every word, every sound. And to make matters better, you looked angelic in the candle light.

Your arms were now around his neck, forehead resting on his as the both of you moaned. Doyoung's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He needed to be chest to chest with you, feeling every breath you took. Doyoung slipped into the crook of your neck, planting messy kisses on your sweaty skin. You whimpered in his ears, hands in his hair.

"You sound so pretty baby," he mumbled on your skin. "I love it so much."

"D-Doyoung.." The way his name rolled off your tongue almost sent him to the moon. You clenched around him slightly, earning a small raspy whine from him. Doyoung took your left hand and pinned it on the arm of the couch above you. He clasped his hand with yours, squeezing it tightly as if he would lose you if he let it go.

He kissed you once again, tongue dancing with yours. He was so desperate for you and you could feel it. You always felt it, and it always turned you on even more. You never knew Doyoung to be a person who loved physical touch, but after you started dating him, he was like a completely different person, especially in bed. He borderline worshipped, and while it was overwhelming in the beginning, you grew to love and crave more of his attention.

Just as he pulled away, the sudden sound of thunder roared through the sky. The sound was so strong, you felt your house shake at the sound’s vibrations. The sudden noise made you jump, making Doyoung pause his movements for a moment. "You okay," he asked worriedly, scanning your face.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. "I'm okay, it just surprised me a little." You have him a quick kiss moving your arm from around his neck to cup his face. "Keep going."

Doyoung started thrusting again, a low grunt in his throat feeling you squeeze around him again. You were still cupping his face, finger tips lightly brushing his skin with every movement. Doyoung squeezed your hand again, wincing slightly at your nails digging into his skin. Doyoung started fucking into you harder, pulling louder sounds out of you.

"That..that feels good," you said between pants.

"How good baby? Tell me." Doyoung leaned into you neck, teeth nipping softly at your skin. His arm was still wrapped around your back, rubbing circles in your waist.

"Really good," you whimpered. "I'm so close Do."

His brows were knit when he lifted his head from your neck. Doyoung canned your face, a small smile tugging in his lips. He could always tell when you were close. You always tend to cling to his shoulder or grab whatever you were holding tighter, and this time it was both of those things. Your hands gripped his hand and shoulder hard, nails imprinting on his flesh. "Look at me when you cum."

You nodded, trying your best to listen and be good for him. You felt yourself become small under Doyoung's intense gaze, gulping when you felt your body begin to tense up. "Baby, I..I'm gonna.."

And just like that, you came hard squeezing around him hard. Your moans filled the room, body trembling under his when he pulled you closer.

"That's it Y/N. I know that felt good," he cooed. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"Inside me," you panted. "I wasn't kidding earlier."

"You sure? I don't mind doing it but-"

"I'm sure Doyoung." You kissed him, smiling against his lips when he kissed you back harder. Doyoung started thrusting into you again, a shudder falling last your lips. You were already sensitive from cumming first, every movement started feeling like an electrical current flowing throughout body.

"Fucking hell," you moaned loudly, throwing your head back at the feeling.

"Just a little more baby. Can you take it for me?"

"Anything for you." You were slightly slurring on your words, too overtaken with pleasure. Doyoung kept rocking his body at a steady pace, but his movements were getting rougher and rougher. He dropped his head in the crook of your neck, soft moans and whimpers leaving his lips closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Cum in me Doyoung. Make me yours."

That's all he needed. Doyoung came inside of you hard for the first time. The both of you moaned together, the warm liquid spreading inside you. Doyoung clung to your body, still holding your body close to his like you would run away from him. His breathing was heavy along with yours, breaths tickling your neck. Doyoung let go of your hand but stayed on your palm simply resting it.

"I can't believe we actually did that," he said giving you a soft tired chuckle.

"Well I can." You kissed the top of his head, nuzzling your nose in his hair.

"Are you..sure you're okay with me cumming inside you? That seemed like such a heat of the moment thing," he questioned.

"It was, but I don't regret it."

Doyoung lifted his body off of yours, staring down at your tired face. You had a happy, content look on your face, like you waited for this to happen. Just when he was about to say something thunder roared again. He looked over to the window, seeing that the hail stopped and all that was left was horrible rain. This time you didn't jump because you were so distracted by the mere thought of a mini Doyoung running around your house.

"The hail stopped.."

"I love you."

A soft laugh escapes your lips speaking at the same time as him. You licked your lips, smiling at his flustered expression. "Why are you getting embarrassed?"

"You said that out of nowhere," he said, blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Your naked and inside of me. And when you pull out, your-"

"Okay, okay. I get it. I shouldn't be embarrassed about it," he chuckled. Doyoung kissed you softly, smiling in your lips. "I love you too."

"Good. Now what are we naming our children?"

Doyoung gave you an amused look, trying to lift himself off your body only for you to pull him back down. "Y/N, we'll talk about that when I get off you."

"But I want you close," you pout.

"Okay, fine. If we have a girl, I like the name Sarah," he said, giving into your question.

"And a boy?"

"I just want girls."

"Do, that's not how it works-"

"I said what I said."

This is sooooo goood! I think I'm in love

Lay Zhang: “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste.” // “Just one night.”

You’re walking briskly down a long, elegant hallway, your heels muffled against the clean, dark carpet beneath you. You angrily pull out your phone while turning towards the elevator area from which you had come up.

“We’re breaking up, jerk.”

You hit send, and put your phone away.

Once you approach the elevators, you start hitting against them repeatedly. Open up fast, you stupid little shit! You can feel the first couple tears run down your cheeks, but you try to ignore them.

After a couple minutes, the doors finally open. You’re covering your eyes, and walk inside, pressing the button for the lobby.

“Excuse me,” a voice echoes through the elevator. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting anyone inside, so you were startled to realize that there was actually a person with you. I must’ve missed his presence, you think.

You smile regardless. “Yes, I believe I’m okay,” you say. The elevator doors close. Suddenly, not a couple seconds go by before the doors open again, and your (now ex) boyfriend is standing there wearing only his bathrobe. His arms extend on the sides of the elevator, preventing the doors from closing.

“I’m so sorry, it’s not what it seems! She’s a co-worker, we were working and I just… we started drinking, you know?” Your ex-boyfriend pleads for you, but you’re crying harder now.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!” You shout, slamming on the buttons to close now. “Get out and let me go! Or I’ll call security!” You quickly dial 911, and show him your phone, extending your hand out towards him. He obeys, and steps back, shouting back at you to ‘please understand,’ until the doors finally close.

You try to control your sobs, and remember that there’s still that guy who was in the elevator with you! How embarrassing, you think. You turn towards him and start apologizing immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I-I wanted to come home to my boyfriend early so I called off work today, but I caught him w-with another wo-woman,—” you break down into terrible sobs, covering your face in complete embarrassment and disappointment.

Suddenly, the guy in the elevator hugs you calmly, and the elevator doors open again. “Let’s step out for a second, okay?” He whispers, and you step off awkwardly whilst another couple walks into the elevator behind you.

You’re now in the elevator waiting area, on the floor number who-knows-what, and you take a seat with the anonymous boy. “Do you feel like talking about it?” He wipes several tears off you, completely welcoming his aura into yours.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” You say, giving him your best smile despite your mess of makeup.

“You’re okay. Hey, life happens. You don’t deserve someone who doesn’t put you first, regardless of their status or title.”

You looked up through a mess of tears and smiled.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He gives you his best dimples. You can’t help but think about how stupid it was to come up to your boyfriend’s place, dressed to the nines, hoping you’d be in for a great night of surprises.

But now you’re sitting with a stranger, crying to him about your newly found issues, and feel worse because you’re probably holding this boy back from wherever he was originally headed to.

Nevertheless, you decide to apologize and prepare to head out again. “I guess I should’ve seen it coming,” you confide in him. “Ever since his business blew up over the summer, it’s as if I’ve been dating a completely different person. He’s cockier now, even moved into this luxury apartment, and now I’m being cheated on.” You sighed and looked around this new hallway of the luxurious apartment complex, wishing the people within it were also a charm that could be just as appreciated inside and out.

“You call his apartment a luxury?” The guy smirked, looking around.

“Oh, well I think it is. It’s one of the best in the country. I assume you also live here, no?”

He laughs softly. “I suppose I do? But now I hate that I have an asshole neighbor, it seems.”

You both share a laugh, and he extends his hand out to you.

“My name is Lay Zhang, a pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.

You shake his hand with both your hands, and introduce yourself.

“I’m sorry we have to meet this way,” you laugh. “But, I do appreciate you taking the time to comfort me. I’m in for a long night,” you pout, and feel your phone vibrating relentlessly in your pocket.

You pull it out and you both look down, only to see that you now have 26 missed calls. You unlock the phone and go to his messages, finding countless text messages waiting for you as well.

“Do me a favor before you go,” says Lay, reaching his hand towards your phone. He takes it in his hand and blocks your ex boyfriend altogether, then returns it to you. “Don’t undo that.”

You look up in shock, not knowing what to say. “What if he reaches out on my socials—”

“You’re gonna repeat what I just did anywhere that he does, okay?”

You nod, and decide to put your phone back in your pocket.

“I apologize for keeping you from any plans you intended right now, Lay,” you start standing up from your seat and wipe your coat off.

“No, no. I was actually returning from work, anyway. I was going up the elevator, remember?”

“Ah, I see. I apologize for stealing time out of your evening, then.”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re okay. I didn’t have much going on tonight, anyway. But…”

You look up, your gaze meeting his. “But?”

He shrugs. “I have to say, before you head out. You look beautiful tonight. Even with your crying, your ex missed out on so much.” He gives you his dimples again, and this time you can’t help but blush.

“Thank you, I hope to let him know that when he decides to crawl back,” you smirk.

“You don’t live here though, do you? I mean, with him?” He asks.

You sigh, remembering that you do live together.

“I’ll find a hotel room to stay at tonight, and come pick up my things from his place tomorrow with a couple friends. I guess I’ll head home to rest,” you look down, slightly upset that you spent a good dollar for the beautiful royal-purple dress you had on for him. You meant for the night to be a special one, considering it was, in fact, his birthday.

Lay lifts your chin with his finger, fixing your eyes onto his. “Well. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste, then. What if I invited you to my place upstairs for dinner instead?”

Your eyes widened. “No, no, I don’t mean to bother you tonight. That would be a hassle for you—”

“Trust me when I say, my place will make him jealous.” He smirks, removing his finger from your face.

You blush, contemplating carefully on the offer. “A few pictures would make him mad,” you insist. “…of me eating at a beautiful apartment with a handsome guy like you.”

You both make way for the elevator, and you turn towards the buttons. “What floor are you?”

He laughs and takes a card, swiping it over a small scanner over the buttons. The elevator beeps, and you watch as the floors rise slowly, then quickly, one by one each floor is ascending more and more.

Then, the elevator stops.

You’re at the top floor, and the doors open only to find yourself within a massive, gorgeous penthouse.

“Wh-what is this? Do you live here?” You awe in amazement at the expensive decor and architecture surrounding you.

“I’m a man of many hats,” he says, placing his coat on a nearby hanger. “May I?” He reaches over to remove your own coat, and places it under his.

“This place is… is… it’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you think that,” he walks over to remove his shoes, and invites you to do the same. You do so as well, and he allows you to wear his house slippers for comfort.

“I’ll have something nice catered for us tonight from one of my favorite restaurants around the area, and while we wait for it to get here, we can go around taking all the pictures you want to get back at your ex,” he says. You agree willfully, and watch in excitement as he places a call for your dinner.

Moments later, you find yourself posing at different places of his apartment and balcony, making sure to have grabbed your heels and only worn them over and over for the pictures themselves. He would laugh every time, making sure to take the best angles of you in your gorgeous well-fitted dress.

A few times, you’d even catch him staring too long at either you or the pictures he’d taken of you.

“What if,” you start suggesting, “you appeared in some of my pictures, too?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I can do that.” He says this sternly, and starts to return your phone.

“That’s okay,” you sound defeated.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s more of a… if we did, you can’t show them. To anyone. Or anywhere.”

“Why’s that?” Your question is then interrupted by room service, and you figure your dinner is here.

You are having wonderful conversation over the delicious food Lay’s ordered, when he offers to pour more wine for you. You agree, and soon you both start becoming a little too tipsy.

“Tell me,” you say over your glass. “Why’d you freak out earlier over taking a picture?”

He frowned, taking a sip of his own wine. “Nah, it’s not that I freaked out. But I’d probably get in trouble.”

You take another sip. “What are you, some cartel guy?”

He lets out a loud laugh, but shakes his head. “Nah, nothing like that.”

“You’re a fashion designer,” you say. “You mentioned earlier that you wear ‘many hats,’ right?”

“That’s a metaphor to say I am a lot of things.”

“Ooh, fancy boy,” you say, taking a last sip before you decide you’ve had enough wine. “What do you do?”

“Singer,” he smiles. “I dance and act, too. Producer, songwriter. Businessman. And other things.”

Your eyes widened. “Hold up, what the hell!? WHO am I in the presence of!?” You suddenly feel yourself sobering up.

Lay laughs. “Lay Zhang, sweetheart.”

You marvel at the way his own name leaves his mouth, almost as if he knows the power it holds in itself once revealed.

“My ex could never!” You look at him for a second, then deciding, “What if you’re in my pictures, but not your face?”

He contemplates this question, looking up at the ceiling before shrugging in agreement. “We could try that,” he says.

The two of you lazily start taking pictures of your hands holding, your head leaning against his shoulder, and him hugging you from behind. Then, he takes your phone, and snaps a picture of himself kissing your cheek.

“Crop that as much as you can,” he whispers, and you can feel the scent of wine hit your nose. His eyes are begging for something, completely entrancing you with his stare, but you don’t know how to read them. He’s a gentleman, but there’s something else. A hunger of some sort, deep within his gaze. You look alway, completely intimidated and unable to keep up with him.

“Okay,” you agree, but you’re no longer interested in pictures. Before you can say anything more, a yawn escapes your mouth.

“Someone’s tired,” Lay whispers.

“I’ll call an Uber,” you begin. “Thank you for letting—”

“Nah, you’re not calling no Uber. Stay with me,” he whines. “Just one night.”

You sleepily look up at him and agree.

“I’ll give you some of my clothes.”

Moments later, you’re in Lay’s bathroom, wearing one of his shirts and boxers. What am I doing?

“Do you have a guest room?” You call out, looking around for him. But he’s nowhere in sight. You decide to wander around the penthouse for a bit, until you finally find him in in the living room, sitting next to one of the large floor-to-ceiling window panes. You approach him, sitting quietly next to him.

“Lay?” You whisper, and he turns to you.

“Hey,” he answers steadily.

“Do you have a guest room?” You ask, but barely catch sight of him in the dark.

“Yeah,” he answers. “But won’t you feel lonely?”

You shake your head. “Lay, it’s one night. I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the city before you both.

“Do you…” you start again, carefully choosing your words. “Do you ever feel lonely up here?”

There is a long moment of silence before he finally speaks up again.

“Sometimes I do,” he whispers. “No point in having a place as great as this if I’m spending it alone.”

Silence fills the air, the distant sounds of the night life outside humming in the background.

“However,” he looks towards your silhouette in the dark. “Having you here for an evening has helped with that, even if I only just met you. You’ve been a breath of fresh air.”

You smile, though he probably can’t see in the dark. “You’ve been just as helpful to me, too.” You stand up, and stretch your arms at him. “Let’s go to sleep.”

He takes your hands, and you heave him up. “You’ll sleep with me!?” He says out in the dark excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry,” he takes back his hands from yours and rubs the back of his neck. “You, uh, have a goodnight. The guest room is here, down the hallway and to the left. Let me know when you’re awake in the morning.”

He begins to slowly walk back up the stairs, and you feel a tinge of regret.

“Yixing,” you call out. He stops before going up the stairs, and turns his attention to you.

“How do you know my name?”

“I looked it up, Yixing,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t see that. “You’re Lay Zhang, after all. You’re all over the internet.”

He giggles. “I like that, call me that more.”

As he turns to leave, you hear yourself call back, “Stay with me!”

This shocks you both, and you place a hand over your mouth.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, approaching you slowly now. His silhouette is now directly in front of you in the dark, and you can barely make out his calming eyes under the moonlight. “I’m sorry I requested it earlier, but I don’t want to force you to feel like you have to—”

Immediately, the urge and action overcomes you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a soft, long kiss.

What am I doing!?

Lay doesn’t flinch, doesn’t retrieve himself, doesn’t question it. He just slowly places his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

After the tender moment, you pull back, and whisper to him, “I enjoy you, Yixing.”

He smiles, pulling you in for another kiss, whispering “I enjoy you, too,” in between breaths.

Say you’ll stay with me, Lay thinks to himself, so that I won’t spend anymore lonely nights up here.

Let me stay with you, you think to yourself, so that you and I can keep each other’s company.

And in that moment, he excitedly invites you upstairs to his room to finish your intimacy under his soft, warm mess of pillows, covers, and comforters.

The penthouse tonight is now not so empty, after all.

the walls are thin | NJM + LJN (M)

Roommate Jeno x fem reader x Roommate Jaemin

Summary: both Jaemin and Jeno have always had a thing for you and were never shy about it either. You always play hard to get, but all of your playing was going to catch up with you sooner or later.

Warnings: sexual content, dubcon themes, porn with little plot, horrifically Jaemin biased (it just happened that way), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, oral (male and fem receiving), degrading, praising, voyeurism, exhibitionism (if you squint), snowballing, mean dom jeno, soft dom Jaemin, literally just filth, proofread but may still contain errors

Word count: 7,4k

A/N: I had a completely different idea for this pairing, but I didn't like here it was going so I completely scrapped it and came up with this. Hope y'all like it it's my first time writing a 3some dynamic so be patient with me lol. Also I wanna try a new picture situation for fics soooo yeah idk if I'll be doing it for long. Probably just for multiple members fics. Pics aren't mine. Feedback is welcomed as always this was long overdue I was supposed to post this days ago

The walls are pretty thin in your apartment, which is why you're so grateful when everyone is gone. You can't escape the constant sounds of your roommates laughing, talking, doing God knows what. You enjoy the peace and quiet, especially at night. The only drawback is that there is virtually no privacy.

You can't count the amount of times both Jeno and Jaemin asked you about conversations you had with people on the phone the night before. It always left you a bit shocked and freaked out. They never told you how much they heard or knew, just that they heard you. And on mornings like this - ones where you wake up groggy from getting yourself off - they never skip a beat to tell you they heard you.

"You're really loud at night you know," Jaemin said, pouring milk in his cereal.

"What are you talking about?" You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand. It's a Saturday, which means you have nothing but time to spare.

"When you're touching yourself. You should do a better job at keeping quiet," Jeno answered as he walked into the kitchen.

"Why were you listening?" Your tone was monotonous, still trying to fully wake up from your sleep. Nothing they said had any impact on you anymore. Their non-stop flirting and crude comments don't make you cringe and squirm like they used to, completely used to whatever games they were constantly trying to play.

"I didn't have a choice," Jaemin said, mouth full of cereal.

"We always have choices in life." You leaned on the edge of the counter, crossing your arms. Jeno brushed his hair back, biceps bulging in his right long sleeve top. It was no secret that even though you kept turning them down, they were eye candy. When you told your friends about them, they wondered how you were going to live with 2 men that looked like they were meant to be male strippers.

It's easy for you, really. Just get to know them. Getting to know people always helps get rid of the initial attraction, and they definitely made it easy. Except it came back 10 times stronger. And you really didn't mean for it to happen really, it just happened, and you're annoyed that it happened. But is it really your fault?

"Just how you made a choice to come out completely naked," Jeno questioned, looking you up and down.

"I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. Be serious." You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the counter. You turned around, reaching up to get a bowl only to be pressed against the counter again

"Let me help you out," Jeno said in your ear. He pressed himself against you, pushing his bulge into your ass. Jeno grabbed the bowl out of your hand, setting it down in front of you with the sweetest smile. "And I meant in other ways that don't involve getting bowls from cabinets."

Jeno backed away from you, and for the first time you can confidently say you didn't want him to move. But he'll never know that. Neither of them will ever know the effect they have on you for as long as you're in the same household. But sometimes you really wonder if it's worth it, not letting them touch you in the ways you want. Not letting them do whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. It didn't really matter anyways, they're just 2 people out of the 8 billion on the planet.

"You are so spoiled you know that."

You jump, surprised at the sound of Jaemin's voice near your ear. You forgot he was still in the kitchen being lost in thought about Jeno's body pressed against yours. "What do you mean by that?"

"You have 2 guys constantly trying to fuck you, and you keep refusing," he says, chuckling softly. "It's honestly annoying."

You rolled your eyes pouring cereal in your bowl. "Then stop. I keep refusing and you keep coming back."

"But I like the chase."

You turned around, immediately being faced with Jaemin's eyes being directly on your tits. His gaze made you feel small sometimes, always looking at you like you were a piece of meat. But you liked the way he looked at you. They way his gaze would linger, never shy to tell you exactly what he wanted with no words.

"All men like chasing," you replied, pouring the milk in your bowl.

"Not as much as me. When I catch you, you'll be wishing I didn't," he mumbled.

"You're funny."

"I've been told. And I tend to laugh women right out of their clothes." His witty responses never fail to amaze you. He always had a response for everything, never speechless although sometimes you wish he was.

You turned around, leaning on the counter as you shoved a spoon full of cereal in your mouth. "You know," you started, "sometimes I wish the 2 of you were man enough to do something."

Jaemin raised his brow, crossing his arms. "Is that some kind of challenge?"

"No, just a thought. I'm going to my room." You walked out the kitchen and down the tiny hallway, already hearing Jeno's music through the walls. You wish you weren't so evil, but there would be no fun in your life. Because as much as you tell them to stop, you just want them to keep telling you over and over again how much they want it, how much they need you.

"If you ever need help, remember I'm next door," Jaemin called out behind you.

"Never gonna happen."

-

"Fuck, come on!"

You've been playing video games since your conversation with Jaemin ended, and honestly you wish you hadn't even started. You've been doing nothing but yelling at your screen and pounding your desk. And you just so happened to get knocked out again.

"I can't take this shit anymore," you groaned, cradling your head in your arms. Just as you were about to throw your headset off, you heard a knock on your door. "Come in."

Jaemin walked in, face puffy like he just woke up from a nap. But you couldn't even keep looking at his face, not when he was wearing that one shirt that made him look bigger than he already was. And- oh. He wasn't wearing anything under his basketball shorts, was he?

"You're too loud." His voice was deep and groggy, the sound of it going straight to your core.

"Sorry. This game is just-"

"Annoying? I've heard you say that millions of times already. Just stop playing it." Jaemin leaned on your door frame, shaking his hair from his face. It was taking everything in you to not say what you wanted to. He's attractive and he knows it. He knows what he does to you and it drives you insane. "Just keep it down okay?" Jaemin turns on his heels, walking out of your room, door knob in his hand.

"I'll try. You know how I get when I'm stressed."

Stressed. That was all he heard. "You're stressed?"

"Yeah, just a little," you admit.

"Let me help you," he said, coming back into your room.

You turned around in your chair, raising your brow at his statement. "And how would you do that?"

Jaemin walked up to you, looking down at you with sleepy and lustful eyes. Silence filling the space between you. He needed you, even when he felt like he was gonna pass out. And he would take any chance to get you, only if you would let him. "Let me give you the best head in your life."

The request shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, but the slight twitch of your right leg whenever you were turned on would always betray you. You scanned his face, eyes moving down his body. "Are you hard?"

"Yeah," he answered honestly. "But you don't have to do anything. I promise."

"I wasn't planning on it," you answered, turning around.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask me a question."

"Can I please eat you out," Jaemin repeated as if he was sounding out a word. You could hear the smile in his voice, knowing that if you turned back around, he would be looking at you with that shit eating grin he always does to get his way.

"I doubt you could find the clit, let alone make me cum."

Jaemin snickered at your statement, turning your chair around to face him. "Wanna bet?"

"I'm not letting you anywhere near her, especially not when Jeno's in the other room," you deny.

"Jeno would sleep through a war if he could. I think we'll be okay."

Jaemin smiled to himself watching you turn your chair back around to face your monitor.

"You know that's a lie, and I said what I said." You felt a small piece of you die inside when Jaemin crawled under your desk, face directly in between your legs. He couldn't help himself, and he knew there would only be so many times you pushed him away. But you're so predictable, it's almost funny. You love his sleepy voice and his puffy face, and the only reason he knows this is because you can't speak quietly on the phone.

He would listen to your conversations, listen to the way you talked about him, the things you said about him to your friends. He knows you're two faced, telling him one thing and saying another to other people. Jaemin doesn't know if it's a mistake, especially because you out of all people know how thin the walls are, but he doesn't care.

Jaemin pushed your legs open, half lidded eyes staring at your clothed cunt. "I swear you wore these just to provoke me," he mumbled.

"J-Jaemin wait.." you were completely overwhelmed, a little taken back with how fast things were moving. But the way his hands traveled from your legs to your ass was almost enough to make you forget the kind of game you were playing with him.

Jaemin pulled you closer to him, hands gripping you as he buried his face between your legs. "God, you smell so fucking good," he said, inhaling deeply. "I bet you taste even better."

At this point, you were sure Jeno could hear every word coming out his mouth. It shouldn't have turned you on so much, but it did. Was he listening? Is he jealous, mad it's Jaemin who got to you first? Was he touching himself to the thought of you? You wanted to see. You wanted to hear him. You wanted-

"Stop thinking about him." He practically growled.

You gulped, brows shooting to your forehead. "W-what?"

"I know you're wondering if he's really sleeping, if he can hear you." Jaemin's nose nudged on your clothed bud making you gasp softly. "You don't have to wonder. These walls are paper thin."

You didn't protest when he pulled your shorts and panties to your ankles, brian too preoccupied with the fact that you were about to get eaten out after a long time. But even in these circumstances, you couldn't pause your shit talking. "Still don't think you can make me cum."

Jaemin let out a soft chuckle. He didn't answer you or say anything, just pulled you to the edge of your seat and attached his mouth to your core like a moth to a flame. His tongue moved slowly at first, lapping at all your arousal. His nose nudged against your clit, making you shudder as you let out a soft sigh. But you can't give him the satisfaction yet, so you hold it back. You don't look down at him, you do anything to distract yourself from the man between your legs.

Jaemin doesn't care about your attempts to ignore him, all he cares about is proving you wrong like he always does. His thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he grips your legs tight savoring every feel of the soft flesh. The speed of Jaemin’s tongue quickened as his eyes trailed up your body, his nose continuously nudging your clit. He can hear how much you're trying to stifle your moans not wanting him to know how much you like it.

"Let me hear you."

You kept your mouth closed, biting your lip hard as he continued licking at you. But when he directed his attention to your clit, a reluctant whine escaped your lips. You could feel Jaemin smile against your skin, knowing that you already lost the game you were trying so hard to win. You peeked under your desk for a millisecond only to make direct eye contact with him as he sucked your clit softly. He sucked harder, making you roll your eyes back at the sudden sensation.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

You still didn't answer, closing your eyes to avoid meeting his own. Jaemin flicked his tongue against you faster than before. You were way too sensitive at this point, every movement he made pulling you closer and closer to an orgasm. But you couldn't cum just yet, not when that was the only thing you were fighting to not do. But god, it just felt so good, too good.

"If you're gonna ignore me, I'm gonna stop," he said.

"N-no." That was the first thing you said in a while. You couldn't believe it, but you needed him to keep going. You wanted him to keep going. Haven't felt the touch of a man in months, this felt like heaven.

"Then say it," he said.

"Say what?"

"What do you want me to do?

"Keep..eating me out.. obviously."

Jaemin chuckled, running his fingertips along your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm already doing that. Tell me what you want me to do Y/N."

His tone was softer, less demanding than before. And now you knew what he was getting at. You knew what he wanted you to say, but you didn't want to give into him too easily. But you needed this so bad. "Make me cum," you answer quietly, voice trembling slightly.

"Say that again. I don't think Jeno heard you clear enough," he teased. You shook your head, refusing to speak. He placed a kiss on your clit, laughing softly when you let out a small sigh. "Are you a good girl?"

Reluctantly, you nodded your head, heat rushing to your face.

"Then say it again."

"Make me cum."

"Of course. Anything for you." Jaemin went at you like a starved man, licking and sucking and kissing every part of you, not leaving a single area untouched. You couldn't force yourself to stay quiet, not when only his tongue was working such wonders on you. Your hands naturally made their way to his hair, pushing it back to see his face better. Jaemin's eyes stared right into yours, eyes blown with lust.

"J-Jaemin," you whimpered softly as he flicked his tongue fast on your sensitive bud. He moaned, licking and slurping up your arousal while pulling your body closer to his. At this point, your hips were starting to fall off the edge of the seat. "I-I'm gonna fall, Jaemin."

Jaemin swiftly adjusted you on your seat, mouth never leaving you. He looked up at you, lids low. The sounds filing the room were sinful, the slurping sounds coupled with both of your moans making your head spin. Your hands tugged at his hair softly at every movement of his tongue.

"I bet you need something in you, don't you?" Jaemin's voice went from your ears right to your cunt. He smiled to himself watching you squeeze around nothing, desperate for anything. "How do my fingers sound?"

"Good Jaemin, fuck," you sighed, almost a little too quickly.

"Someone's a little excited," he laughed. "A little too excited for someone who told me I couldn't make her cum."

Jaemin lined two fingers up, pushing them into you slowly. You could almost cry at the feeling, so sensitive anything could send you over the edge. "M-more," you begged.

Jaemin raised a brow, wicked smile on his lips. "You want another one?"

"Please.."

Jaemin added a third finger, pumping them slowly. Sometimes, he's grateful that he loves giving pleasure, especially because of moments like this. You were so pretty above him, moaning out his name and practically melting in front of him. Your hard, stubborn exterior practically shattered as soon as he put his hands on you. It's funny how fast he got you to beg for him even though he knew how bad you wanted it already.

Jaemin licked at your clit while pumping his fingers inside you with a mission, a look of pure bliss spread over your face. "You're so pretty," he breathed out. "I always thought you were pretty."

You couldn't say anything, especially not when he started to finger you faster and his tongue slowed, arousal leaking all over your gaming chair. Your moans and whimpers started to grow in volume. There was no way you could stay quiet enough for Jeno not to hear now. Jaemin sucked your clit hard, making you groan loudly, tugging at his hair. "Jaemin you're gonna make me cum," you whimpered.

"I thought I couldn't." He pumped his fingers in and out quicker, grinning as you came closer and closer. "Maybe I should stop."

"J-Jaemin do not f-fuckin stop." You're brows knit, breath increasing every time he pumped his fingers in and out of you. A tight ball formed in your stomach, muscles beginning to tense under his touch. Jaemin gave your clit one hard lick, making you fall apart instantly. You came on his fingers, clenching on them tightly as you let out a shaky moan.

"That's it, let it out," he cooed. "You did so well for me Y/N."

Jaemin took his fingers out of you, sucking them while staring into your eyes. Your hazy expression was making him go crazy, and he knew he shouldn't keep going but he really couldn't help himself.

Jaemin threw your legs over his shoulders, latching his arms over them before you could move away. "This will be quick okay."

You whined when his tongue came in contact with you again, wiggling its way in your core. Jaemin moaned softly, tasting your cum on his tongue. Your weak pushes at his head were cute, so cute that he had to keep going.

"Jaemin please," you whined,"I..I can't.."

He kept staring at you, not intending to move away or stop. "Be a good girl and cum for me." His tongue was attacking your clit at this point, moving over the bud too fast for you to keep up. Jaemin's grip was so strong you couldn't even squirm away from the chair if you wanted to. He sucked hard, the feeling shooting through your body making your hands and legs weak.

Your body trembled when you came again, soft cries of curses spilling from your lips. And Jaemin still didn't stop. He licked up every single drop, not wanting to waste a bit. He didn't know when you were going to let him do this again even though he knew you would come back to him eventually. At this point, he was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of you, scent of you, just you.

Jaemin finally loosened the grip on your legs, letting them fall off his shoulders. The both of you were breathing heavily since the adrenaline was still rushing. He didn't say anything and neither did you even when he came from under the table. Jaemin stood up, large figure looking over you as you tried to catch your breath.

"I'm going in my room," he said,"I'll..see you later."

You let him leave, not saying a word as you slumped in your seat. You were never going to live this moment down, letting him go down on you like that. And practically control you. And now that he's away, you're going to have to be tortured with hearing him touch himself in the next room over.

But all you could really say at the moment was that it in fact was the best head of your life.

It'd been 3 days since Jaemin completely overpowered you, beating you at your own game. And being forced to watch him go on with his day like nothing happened was driving you crazy, especially when he kept dropping little references of the events.

What's even worse is Jeno pretending he didn't hear anything. Pretending you weren't practically screaming Jaemin's name 3 days ago. But he did keep staring at you and you couldn't tell what he was thinking. You never could. Jeno was always good at hiding it until he wanted you to know.

And now you're alone in your apartment with him while Jaemin is at work for the night. The last thing you wanted to be was alone with Jeno, especially when he was in a bad mood like now.

You walked into the kitchen wanting to get something to eat without disturbance, but Jeno was already there. You looked at him, body leaning against the counter with his head in his hand. You and Jeno hadn't really had an actual conversation in 3 days. You were a bit afraid of him saying something that would remind you of the sinful things that took place in your room.

You walked past him, not really paying him any mind, but you could still feel his eyes on your back. And just as you were about to reach into the cabinet, he said something you were definitely not expecting.

"You're such a bitch."

You turned around, brow raised so high it could probably hit the roof. "I'm a what now?"

"You're a bitch," he repeated. Jeno looked at you with a straight face. There was nothing in his body language that suggested that he was doing this to mess with you. He was dead serious.

You squint your eyes, scoffing at his words. "Don't call me a bitch."

Jeno gave you a dry laugh, taking his hand from his face. "You don't think it's bitchy to have sex with your roommate when your other roommate was in the other room?"

"Are you mad it wasn't you," you snapped. You watched as Jeno lifted his body off the counter and walked to you slowly. He placed his arm beside your body, leaning close over yours, a dark smirk written across his face.

"I'm just surprised you gave into him so easily seeing that you deny me all the time." He couldn't keep eye contact with you, especially not when you were in the kitchen in nothing but leggings and that goddamn tank top. The white one you constantly wore with nothing underneath. You knew exactly what you were doing, and that's something Jeno always found attractive about you.

"My eyes are up here," you said, lifting his chin to look at you.

Jeno clicked his tongue annoyed. "You always try to put on this tough act, and it's really annoying."

"Can't be as annoying as this conversation."

"Then walk away, unless you wanna keep having this conversation," he said. You hesitated to move, making Jeno laugh. He pulled you back, pushing you on the counter.

"I was walking away," you said, trying to sound completely unphased when you were completely turned on by it.

"You just love playing hard to get, don't you," he mumbled, leaning into your neck. "You love it when we chase. Don't lie." You didn't speak, you just let him kiss your neck softly. He pressed his body against yours, parting your legs with his knee. Jeno wraps a hand around your neck, chuckling softly when your breath hitches. "I can't believe I was letting you walk around here like this without touching you," he mumbled.

Jenos other hand made its way to your ass, groping you roughly. He watched your face, taking in the slight pleasure you felt being at his mercy. Jeno tightened the hold on your neck slightly, earning a soft gasp from you.

"If you're gonna do something, do it," you grumbled.

"What if I wanna take my time with you hm? I bet you'd like that. I mean, you did 3 days ago," he teased. Jeno moved his hand from your ass to between your legs, rubbing you through your leggings. His brow arched at the sticky wet sensation covering his fingers through the fabric. "You aren't even wearing panties. It's like you came in here with the intention of me fucking you."

With one quick movement, Jeno's hand was in your leggings, rubbing you in circles slowly. "It's just funny that you're so quiet now. Make all those pretty noises you made for pretty boy." Jeno pressed his fingers harder into you. He watched as you began to lose yourself with that sweet sinister smile of his. You didn't stop him when he pulled your tank top up, immediately groping your left breast. "God I love these pretty tits."

Your panting was only getting faster, his hand on your clit rubbing you faster while fondling your breast, you could barely hear anything he was saying. You were gonna cum quick, all you needed was a little more and-

"I think I'll stop here. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much."

It's embarrassing how fast you stopped him from pulling his hand out your pants, forcing it back down to where it was before. "Jeno, please don't play around," you pleaded.

He snickered at your pleading, fingers immediately making their way back between your legs. Jeno slowly pushed two inside you, a shaky moan leaving your mouth. He pumped his fingers in you, kissing your lips softly. Having no idea what to do with your hands, you held onto his arms, biceps flexing in your hands. "Jeno," you moaned softly.

"You liked that hm," he said in your ear. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

"Y-yeah."

He fingered you faster, the palm of his hand stimulating your clit at the same time. You held onto his arms tighter, closing your eyes as you let your head fall on his shoulder. The moans and whimpers fell through your lips so easily under his touch. Between his hand on your chest and the one in your pants you could barely concentrate on your surroundings.

So when Jaemin suddenly opened the door when he was supposed to get home three hours from now, startled couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at your panicked face. Jeno kept going, not giving a single fuck of who just came in the apartment. But even though you were startled, no matter how compromising the position you were in was, it still managed to turn you on even more.

"Jesus, you're a slut aren't you," Jeno teased. "You love the fact that he came in here unannounced with my fingers in your pussy?"

You shook your head, burying your face in his neck. "S-shut up."

"Are we gonna do this now," Jaemin asked, finally breaking his silence.

You looked over at him, confusion and pleasure on your face. "Do what?"

"I guess we can. But I need her to cum first." Jeno and Jaemin were talking like you weren't even there, saying things you didn't even understand. But every time you thought to ask questions, a moan left your lips, making you squeeze his arm again. "Cum Y/N," he said in your ear lowly. "Cum for me."

Your legs are weak, the only thing holding your body up is Jeno's hand under you. He moves his hand faster, palm rubbing your clit harder. "S-shit.." You came hard, grasping his biceps for dear life before you fell into Jeno’s shoulder.

"I'll never get enough of that face," Jaemin mumbled, teeth toying with his lip as he watched you.

Jeno pulled his hand from your leggings, sticking his fingers in your mouth almost immediately. "Suck."

And you did, swirling your tongue around the digits like you were gonna get a grade for it. Jeno watched you, his usual smirk spreading on his face.

"Fuck, I can't watch this anymore." Jaemin walked over to both of you. Jeno moved out of the way, letting Jaemin pick you up and throw your body over his shoulder.

"Wait, what are you guys doing," you panic.

"Don't play dumb you know exactly what's going on," Jeno answered. They walked to your room, practically kicking the door open. You let out a tiny scream when Jaemin dropped you on your bed with no warning, looking at them completely lost.

"You're so cute, like a lost puppy," Jaemin said. He took his hoodie off, having nothing underneath it. Jeno made quick work of his own shirt, throwing it elsewhere in the room. "Are you gonna be good for us?"

"I-I.." you were in complete shock. This was something you fantasized about for way too long, touching yourself to the thought of both of them taking care of you at the same time. You craved it way more than they would ever know. But everything was happening way too fast. So when Jaemin pushed you down on bed, pulling your leggings off, it was like whiplash. Jeno took your tank off quickly, throwing it in a random place.

Jaemin sat himself behind you, leaning on your head board as he pulled your body to him. Your back was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled. He kissed your neck slowly while Jeno laid between your legs, mouth already attaching to your core.

You let out a small gasp as the feeling of Jeno’s mouth and the feeling of Jaemin's hands on your chest clouded your senses. Jeno ate you out like it was his last meal ever, not giving you enough time to recover from the prior activities in the kitchen. His tongue ravaged you, moans and groans sending vibrations to your clit like crazy. And Jaemin's constant kissing and humming against your skin was not making it better.

"You know I'm kind of a pervert," Jaemin whispered, a small smile on his lips. You were leaning on him, your head falling back on to his shoulder as Jeno worked his tongue on you. Jaemin stared down at the sight between your legs, eyelids getting heavy with lust watching the show in front of him. "I like to watch."

His fingers tweaked and pinched at your nipples, unholy noises spilling from your lips easily. He was growing harder and harder, his bulge rubbing on your ass. "Doesn't it feel good," he whispered in your ear. His soft voice sent butterflies to your stomach, a trembling breath unintentionally making its way out.

"Y-yeah."

"Tell him it feels good." Jaemin rolled your nipples in his fingers making you grip your blanket.

"I-it feels good Jeno," you moaned softly.

"Good girl. You're always so good for me." Jeno hooked his arms around your legs, tugging your body a little lower. Jaemin snickered at your surprised expression, hands still working on your chest. "God you're so cute."

Jeno's tongue moved faster, groaning softly against you constantly. You bit your lip starting to grind on his tongue. Your constant moans filled the room, every single sense becoming heightened when you feel yourself starting to approach your orgasm.

Jaemin tilted your head to him, kissing you messily. His tongue invaded your mouth, dancing with yours as Jeno kept going. He knew you were close, he could tell by the way your breathing was picking up and your trembling hands on the blanket. "You're close, aren't you baby," he mumbled on your lips.

You nodded fast, brows knitting when Jeno sucked your clit hard. Jaemin watched your face as your eyes rolled back and body tense at the sensation.

"Look at me when you cum okay?"

"O-oh my god," you moaned loudly. Your hand shot up to his wrist, squeezing it tightly as your body tense up even more. You couldn’t stop yourself, grinding on Jeno's tongue even harder as you came.

"That's it baby, keep looking at me with those pretty eyes." Jaemin kissed you, biting your lip softly as you moaned into his mouth. His hands left your chest, rubbing them down your naked body.

Jeno stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You always knew he had the body of a Greek god but goodness, it didn't hit you hard until now. Jeno tugged his sweats and boxers off, letting his length spring free. He was big, bigger than you thought. You've felt him through his pants many times on the occasions that he slipped behind you or something. But Jesus, it's nothing like seeing the real thing.

"Face down, ass up," Jeno ordered.

Clumsily, you pulled your body out of Jaemin's arms and flipped yourself over. Trying to get yourself on your knees, you slipped, face falling directly into Jaemin's lap. Jaemin gave you a soft chuckle, hand patting your head as you fixed yourself.

"Where's your condoms," Jeno asked.

"Fuck all of that. I need you Jeno," you whined. You subconsciously wiggled your hips, begging for him to take you right there. You've never been so needy for something in your life, but he managed to bring it out of you.

"You need me?" His tone was condescending and mean, but he had that sweet smile on his face. "How bad do you need me?" He took his length, guiding it up and down your slit.

"Real bad," you breathed out, pushing more against him. "So bad, I could die right now."

"You always had a way with words," he mumbled. Jeno pushed his tip into you slowly, making you smile at the stretch. His brows furrowed as he pushed the rest of himself in you, feeling you squeeze tightly around him.

"Fuck you're so big," you whined softly.

Jeno rocked his hips into you, every movement making you moan softly. Your head was between Jaemin's lap as he watched the other male fuck you from behind. You looked up, feeling a small tap on your head. Jaemin was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you and Jeno have all the fun did you?"

Lifting yourself on your elbows, moans and whines falling from your mouth as you pull Jaemin out his sweats. He was just a s big as Jeno, and he knew it. The way he was looking down at you, he knew you would have a hard time. Little did he know you liked having a hard time.

"Spit on it."

His words made you clench around Jeno, making the man behind you groan softly. You did as you were told, letting a ball of saliva fall from your lips onto his tip.

"You listen so well," Jaemin praised.

You were so fucked out of your mind at this point, you wanted nothing but to be praised by him. You licked around his tip, looking up at him for his approval with begging eyes. You sunk your head down more, getting more of him into your mouth, sucking him softly. Your brows furrowed, moaning on his length as Jeno started to speed up his thrust. Jaemin could happily die right here, one of his biggest fantasies unraveling in a way he never imagined. And you were just so open to letting him use you, to letting Jeno use you.

His lids hung low, soft moans and pants leaving his lips as you bobbed your head following Jeno's rhythm. "We should've done this ages ago," Jaemin mumbled, fingers running through your hair. He grasped it hard, following your movements with his hand, but if you kept going, he was surely going to cum in your mouth. Jaemin pulled you off of him slowly, knitting his brows at the loss of your mouth. "You're way too good at that," he huffed out.

Jeno's low grunts mixed with your moans and whimpers made Jaemin grow harder and harder every second. Jeno pounded into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

"You love this don't you," Jeno breathed.

"Yeah." Your voice was shaky, about to break at any moment.

"All it took was my fingers to break you. God, you're a slut."

You needed more, and you couldn't take the sight of Jaemin sitting in front of you, hard length sitting there untouched. Jaemin's eyes shot to you as you took him in your mouth, immediately bobbing your head. "You really..must want me to cum in your mouth."

You pulled off of him, a string of spit connecting your mouth and his tip. "Y-yeah," you moaned. "Use me."

There was something in Jaemin's eyes that changed. Without a word he gasped as he pushed himself back into your mouth. You opened your mouth as far as you could letting him fuck your mouth like you were his own personal fleshlight. Your eyes were screwed shut, the impact of Jeno inside you and Jaemin constantly hitting the back of your throat sending you into a sensory overload. You were so sensitive, everything was starting to hurt, but it hurt so good.

You gagged, tears immediately gathering in your water line. Jaemin pulled you off him, breathing heavily seeing you caught and moaning at Jeno's movements. Spit was dribbling down your chin, but it's not like you could've known anyway. Not when Jeno was fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant. You wouldn't mind it honestly, and you know he wouldn't either.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jeno grunted through his teeth. He lifted his knee, one foot laying flat on the mattress to get a better angle. "Gonna cum deep inside this pretty pussy."

At this point you were sure you weren't going to be able to walk the next day or the day after that. You felt your body becoming tense, a tight ball forming in your stomach. "J-Jeno, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered loudly.

"Open your mouth."

Jaemin's voice startled you for a second, completely overtaken with the feeling of Jeno. You glanced down seeing Jaemin stroke himself fast. He looked so pretty when he was about to cum. The sweat glistened on his forehead, mouth hanging open, pretty pink cock pulsing in his hand. You opened your mouth, panting loudly feeling yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.

And just as Jaemin came, letting the thick ropes of cum hit your tongue and face all over, so did you, squeezing tightly around Jeno like you were holding him in for dear life. Loud moans and whimpers bounced off the walls while your hands gripped your blanket so tight it hurt. But Jeno wouldn't stop, not until he came deep in you.

"How does a mini me running around here sound," he chuckled darkly.

"Good, so fucking good." You were delirious. You didn't even know what you were agreeing to at this point, not until he gripped your hips hard and painted your insides white. The panic didn't set in until 2 seconds later, your brows knitting in worry, but you also felt yourself liking it. You liked that he didn't pull out, and it felt so good. Like he owned you.

Your body slumped as Jeno pulled out of you, breathing heavily into your arms. You shuddered, feeling him push his seed back into you as it fell down your thighs.

Jaemin couldn't wait for you to catch your breath, getting up when Jeno moved off the bed behind you. Jaemin took your body, flipping you into your back with one quick movement.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he said, stripping completely naked in front of you.

You couldn't even speak, your throat was too sore to say anything and your brain was completely fried. Jaemin lifted your legs, spreading them gently.

"I'm not like him," he said, tone sweeter than you expected. "I won’t fuck you so rough." His eyes scanned your body, going from your cum covered face to your pretty chest, to your cunt. "But I will make you scream my name."

Jaemin lined his length with your core, pushing himself in you in one swift motion. You held your legs up, staring at where the both of you met. When Jaemin started thrusting into you, you couldn’t keep your voice down. Every movement he made felt like heaven. The raspy whimpers that left your mouth were music to his ears - it made him want to fuck you till your couldn't even remember your name.

"You're so good for me," he breathed, smiling when you nodded fast.

You looked beside you, seeing Jeno watch the both of you, touching himself. "Come here," you breathed.

Jeno bit his lip softly, doing what you said. You moved his hand, replacing it with your own as you lifted your head, wrapping your lips around his cock. You looked up at him, batting your lashes as you sucked him off. Jeno can't remember a time where he was turned on this much in his life. You were just so good, so weak, so careful even when you were being fucked way past your limit.

"She's still so tight after you fucked her open." Jaemin snapped his hips into you hard, making you groan loudly around Jeno. "What a fucking slut."

Jeno chuckled darkly looking at your desperate soft expression. It was funny to him, how you still managed to look cute and innocent with a dick in your mouth and cum on your face.

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as they both rocked into you at different yet quick paces, causing your mind to spin miles a minute. “God she’s so fucking good for us, taking both our cocks so well. You feel good baby?”

Jeno’s words caused you to shake in pleasure, moaning around him in response. There was no way you’d ever be able to feel this good with anyone else. You didn’t just feel good, you felt fucking euphoric.

“Fuck Y/N I’m so close” you let out a muffed cry as Jaemin’s hand found it’s way to your sensitive clit. Rolling and pinching it between his fingers. The desperation in Jaemin’s voice paired with your over sensitive body from your first orgasm created a whole new level of pleasure. You were close…And they both knew it.

The way you tightened around Jaemin and the high pitched moans breaking past your cock stuffed mouth was a dead giveaway. “Are you going to come for us again Y/N? Is being double stuffed making you feel good?” Something about the tone of Jeno’s voice was just what you needed to be sent over the edge.

Your orgasm shook through you in waves. “F-fuck I’m cumming Y/N. Take it well baby.” Jaemin rocked into you before stilling his hips. Shooting his seed deep into you with breathy groans.

Not being too far behind Jeno’s pace became sloppy. Once a consistent quick pace he now fucked your mouth with unsteady thrusts. Jeno held your head in place as he came in your mouth making sure you took every single drop he had to give. Once he was done he slowly pulled himself out of your mouth.

Jaemin pulled out of your pussy causing you to clench at the sudden loss of him. Suddenly your mind felt as if it was on autopilot. As you felt his cum leak out of your hole you pulled Jeno down into a heated kiss feeling him groan from the taste of him on your tongue. “Oh? Forgetting all about me now?”

Jaemin pouted as you pulled away from Jaemin weakly reaching out to the man. Smiling he leaned down kissing you passionately. “Did you have fun Y/N?” Not having too much energy left you nodded leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Cmon Y/N let’s get you cleaned up.”

The three of you would definitely need to have a conversation later about their little ambush but for now you think I’d be okay to let it slide.

Go to Sleep || Lee Donghyuck

⇢ summary: you were never one to scold your boyfriend for working too hard, but you couldn’t help yourself as he came home from practice, sweaty and exhausted.

⇢ requested: could you do a nct haechan fluff of cuddly!haechan? maybe like when he just came back home practice and he’s tired and all he wants to do is just relax and cuddle? :3

⇢ genre: fluff; romance; drabble

⇢ word count: 706

⇢ warnings: uwu droppings; some cursing; kinda sad but don't worry; sm needs to let my children sleep.

⇢ note: this is so cute and i’ve been dying to try a haechan au

You paced back and forth in your apartment. Worry, fear and dread clearly plastered on your face. Nervously, you glanced back to your phone every minute or so that went by. 

10:45 p.m.

11:07 p.m.

11:34 p.m.

12:12 p.m.

You tried as best as you could to keep your mind off of it but you just couldn’t. The love of your life, Lee Donghyuck, was still working his ass off trying to perfect his dancing back at SM. You couldn't help yourself and enough was enough. You called him.

One ring.

Two rings.

Five rings.

Leave a voicemail after the beep.

You didn’t.

Accepting the pain, you hurried over to your freezer, pulling out a tub of ice cream and the largest spoon you could find. You planned on sharing it with your boyfriend but he was too little too late. The television turned on, another episode of The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina to take your mind off of him, but the more you watched, the more Sabrina and Harvey became lovey-dovey. As you watched, the screen blurred up. Tears. That’s what it was. You were crying. This routine of his had become a daily thing, with him coming home at one in the morning on a good day. He was being worked too much for your liking.

The tears kept coming. Faster and faster, they streamed down your face. Your chest was heaving, your sniffles became louder. The more you cried, the more Harvey and Sabrina kissed. The more you wished it all to be over.

The television turned off. 

“Baby, why are you crying?”

You looked up. Those chocolate-brown eyes, that caramel hair. You shoved your face into your hands, you couldn’t bear to face him. 

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into a sweaty chest. You felt gross by the stench of his hard work but couldn’t muster any energy to tell him to shower.

“Y/n, tell me what’s wrong. Please?” He pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes, turning your head towards his with a gentle hand. 

You looked into those beautiful, concerned eyes of his. All of your worries began to disappear. You cupped his cheek with your hand, bushing his soft skin with the pad of your thumb. 

“I love you, you know that right?” You whispered quietly into the air. The apartment fell silent again.

He placed his own hand over yours, “Of course sunshine. I love you too, despite me coming home late almost every night, just remember that I’ll always love you.”

You smiled, standing up. You tugged on Donghyuck’s hand lightly, but he didn’t move.

You looked down at him yawning, “You have to shower, you stink.” A smirk slowly creeping its way onto your face.

He chuckled to himself, “Yeah, yeah. Can I just skip it tonight? I’m too tired.”

You looked at him rolling your eyes, "You're going to stink tomorrow and since you have an interview to attend to, I wouldn't recommend it."

You were about to walk away when he looked up.

Those chocolate eyes of his were big and bright, tears threatening to exit. A pout plastered onto his face, bottom lip trembling. You let your guard down and hugged him tight despite that feeling in the back of your head telling you to leave him to decide for himself. However, you wouldn’t let it overcome you.

You kissed his cheek lightly, watching the tips of his ears turn a shade of bright pink. You held his head in his hands. Smiling, he leaned in for a kiss.

You backed away, teasing him. Donghyuck’s eyebrows furrowed together, and within a split second, your back was against the couch, him over top of you, his hands tickling your tummy. You began to kick and scream, tear streaming down your face as you tried to get out from under him. His tickle fights always killed you.

“You can’t escape Y/n!” A smirk played on his lips as he wrapped his hands around your waist, keeping you close to him. His head resting on your chest. You laughed for a little bit before calming down, the two of you lying on the couch in silence. You felt your eyelids get heavy.

Donghyuck moved a bit, startling you. His finger moved to your lips, a shhhhh admitting from his plump lips. “Go to sleep, baby.”

And that’s exactly what the two of you did.

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