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[1:04 p.m.] to be fair, you always thought lucas was cute, but you guys were more like frenemies than actual friends. you merely exchanged jabs at each other, and when there were other members around, you and he were not likely to interact a lot. still, part of you pretty much thought lucas was a solid 10, even though he was annoying. based on the tiktok trend you'd been seeing of girls texting their guy friends 'you're pretty,' you decided to jump onto that bandwagon as well. so you chose to text lucas. you partly wanted to see his reaction, but you also felt that this was an indirect way of letting him know how you actually thought about him.

your heart stopped as you saw the text bubble pop up: 'what did you say?' and at this point, you would've reeled it back, but for some reason, you wanted to keep pushing at it, so you texted him 'I think you have a pretty face'. you had some water boiling in a kettle for tea, and just as the whistles begin to sound, your phone screen lit up, the red and green circles giving you the freedom to choose your next action. you pick up the call, and you hear lucas on the other end, "are you fucking with me?" you raise your eyebrows, “what are you talking about?” “you know what I’m referring to. the texts.” he says the last part with a hushed voice, and you can only assume this freakout is happening near some of the members. you snicker at the thought, but lucas jumps to conclusions. “you were fucking with me, weren’t you? I hear you laughing.” “no, sorry, it was something else. as far as the texts go…” you breathe out to relax your beating heart. “they’re not lies. I wasn’t fucking with you, I think you’re really good-looking. in fact, I thought you were cute for a very long time.”

you hear him grunt small curses and then a chair is pushed against the ground, you hear it screeching. the members’ voices become faint and now you’re sure that lucas has stepped away from everyone because he says, “you drive me crazy, y/n, did you know that? you get on my last nerve but sometimes I still wonder what it’s like to hold your hand. how a movie night would look like if it was just the two of us.” your breath hitches at his confession, and suddenly you’re a blushing mess. “I’m sorry if I ever came off as too harsh, or that we don’t even talk all that much. you make me nervous as fuck and that’s no excuse for the way I acted but-” you cut him off, “lucas, stop.” you set your phone down and turn on your speaker. “tell you what, I’m home right now. if you can, why don’t you come over? I’m making tea, we can talk more in person.” lucas sighs and sincerely mumbles, “really?” your heart stutters, and you bite your lip. “plus, you can finally see what it’s like to hold my hand,” you teasingly tell him and he playfully whines, “stop making fun of me!” at that moment, you laugh heartily and lucas feels like it’s one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “I’m kidding. you’re more than welcome to come by.” and you smile in anticipation, pulling out two mugs from your cabinet when you hear him say “I’m on my way.”

WARNING: slight spicy content with a fem!reader

[10:05 p.m.] your favorite thing in the entire world is to make xiaojun uncomfortable. you love seeing the flustered mess he becomes, it’s adorable. so, as you sit across him and sip your coffee, you have an idea. you’re just waiting for the right moment to execute it. he reaches for his mug, scrolling on his phone with his occupied hand. as soon as the rim of the cup touches his mouth and he pushes it back, you ask, “so do you have any kinks?”

the hot beverage is caught in his throat and his eyes go comically wide. he quickly swallows to avoid spitting his tea over the table. his gaze narrows as he focused on you, laughing with your face towards the ceiling, wiping your tears. “I fucking love catching you off guard, xiaojun, relax! you don’t have to answer it.” but xiaojun’s got an idea of his own.

he looks around the room to double check that no one’s around, before he clenches his jaw slightly and stands up from the chair, eyes fixed on your confused face. you watch as he walks closer to you and follow his movements as he pulls the chair right next to you and swings his legs over either side of it, leaning towards you. “you wanna know my kinks, baby girl?” now it’s your turn to go flustered, and although the boldness of his current actions are causing his neck to redden, xiaojun leans even closer. you could feel his breath on your face, your eyelids fluttering. his hand reaches up, and rests along the base of your neck, the cold rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to the radiating warmth from your beating jugular vein. “I‘ve always wanted to choke someone, that’s a kink that I’ve yet to try. besides that, being the dominant one is a huge kink of mine.” he could feel you swallow and you see the darks of his eyes peering into your soul. fuck, he’s got you now. the sexual tension in the air is so thick you could slice it with a knife, and the two of you keep glancing down at each other’s lips.

all of a sudden, he starts to laugh. hard. his hand leaves your throat and he raises fists of victory. “gotcha! how does that feel?” xiaojun watches you leave this trance and scowl at him, face heating up. “not good at all, you jerk,” you mumble, hiding your face in your hands. you can’t believe that. xiaojun coos at your reaction, ruffling your hair. “aw, now you’ll know not to mess with me, y/n.” and he walks out of the room, leaving you a hot, bothered mess. little do you know, though, that as soon as he shuts his door he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, shocked at what he just did.

[4:21 pm]

best friend!ten laughs at another one of your stupid jokes, pitching in his own funny comment that makes you laugh.

it’s been a while since the two of you felt this peaceful. you’re sitting on chairs on his balcony, your feet on his chair and his feet on your chair as you talk with music humming from ten’s phone. ten stretches with a grunt and tries to rest his legs on top of yours. ten’s legs are scratchy because he’s wearing shorts and he hasn’t shaved for at least a week, and you pull your legs away with a laugh and shove. ten grins playfully and places his scratchy legs over yours again.

you roll your eyes, but let him rest his legs on yours. you close your eyes and take a deep breath of the chilly evening air. everything is so perfect. the sun is setting, and the balcony displays a beautiful orange-pink view of the sky; the breeze returns every few moments to run its fingers through your hair; and ten is here, right in front of you.

“what are you thinking about?” ten says, snapping you out of your daze. you open your eyes to see ten taking a deep breath and closing his eyes - in imitation of you. his pretty lips curve into his cheeks as he relaxes into the chair.

“nothing,” you smile. ten’s eyes are closed for only a few moments, but that’s more than enough time for you to stare. you realize he looks perfect, too, even with his unshaved legs, circle glasses, oversized t-shirt, and messy hair.

“you were thinking about me,” ten teases. ten always teases his friends with his pretend narcissistic persona. you’d usually laugh and go along with it, knowing that sometimes it was good to give your best friend an ego boost - he really did need it sometimes. but today, you can’t seem to bring yourself to joke about it.

“i was,” you say. maybe it’s the perfect orange-pink sunset, or the perfect breeze, or the perfect scenario of ten being right in front of you - but something in the air just seems to tell you nothing can go wrong on such a perfect day.

ten smiles nervously. he’s a bit thrown back by your answer. you usually agree, as you did just now, but it’s always followed by a laugh, a giggle, a shove, or a mix of the three. this time, your pretty eyes are dead serious as they meet his. he forces a small laugh that he hopes sounds natural. “i bet,” he grins. he hopes his cheeks aren’t actually red, because they feel like they’re flaming.

“i was,” you repeat, with a shy smile - or maybe it’s his imagination. “were you thinking about me?” as soon as you finish the sentence, you avert your eyes, cheeks suddenly flaming. “shit. forget it.” what a fucking idiot move. why did you say that? you just threw away ten years of friendship for a stupid impulse. “it was a j-“

“yes,” ten blurts. he hopes you can’t feel his pulse through his legs that still rest on yours. his cheeks are blushing a bright red, and his brown eyes dart between your eyes and the balcony floor. “i was, um, thinking about you.”

you sharply inhale in surprise, and your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. neither of you say a word, but the words hang there in the orange-pink evening sky, hang there between your eyes that stare into his pretty brown ones and his eyes that stare into yours. after moments that feel like forever, you laugh and lean forward to entwine your fingers with his, planting a small kiss on the back of his palm.

ten blushes and does the same to your hand, the pretty smile you love lingering on his lips that feel warm on your skin. “i think i love you.”

no warnings 🐑 bf!yangyang x gn!reader 🐑 yangx2 drabble

─ ༊*·˚ ✧˳ 12:47am

you were at your boyfriend!yangyang’s apartment and it was getting late. you were planning on heading home soon, until it started pouring rain outside. you couldn’t walk to the bus stop at this rate, it’s not like you brought an umbrella, and yangyang didn’t even own one. so yangyang awkwardly offered that you spend the night at his place.

you were hesitant to take the offer, as the two of you just recently started dating, also considering the fact that yangyang had also just moved into this apartment and all he had to fill the space was a tv placed on the floor, a coffee table, and a couch that folded out into a bed.

“dont worry, ill sleep on the floor of course!” he exclaimed, flustered. “i suppose that could work..” you said shyly, focusing on the way you were rubbing your thumbnail with your index finger. yangyang set up the bed for you and gave you a pair of his basketball shorts and a t shirt. you changed into the loose fitting clothes. standing behind yangyang, you tapped his shoulder as he was putting something in the cupboard. “how do i look?” you giggled as he turned around to face you. “like me. so, cute.” you slapped yangyang’s arm playfully.

it was a little later and you were already lying down on the bed. “goodnight y/n” yangyang said while fluffing his pillow on the ground. “goodnight yangyang.” you say back. the lights were off, but the room was lit enough to see, as the moon and the city lights beamed through the curtain-less windows. you could see yangyang lying on the floor, continuously readjusting his uncomfortable position. you felt bad for him.

“uh yangyang..” “yeah?” yangyang perked his head up to look over to you, he looked like a puppy. you patted the empty space to the right of you, signaling him to come sleep there instead. yangyang nodded and didn’t hesitate to come to you.

you scooted over to make more space for him. neither of you said anything as he lied down, settling next to you, proceeding to take out his phone. you watched from the other side of the bed as he scrolled through his phone, resting it on his chest, holding it in place with the arm of the opposite side of where you laid. the light revealed his face in the dim room. he had such a pretty side profile.

eventually, after not being able to resist, you built up the courage to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder, pressing into the crook of his neck, finding a place for your hand in the space there was between his head and where he held his phone. yangyang turned his phone off, the glow leaving his skin. you were so comfortable, drifting off to sleep.

his arm wrapped around your back, keeping you leaned against his chest, using his other hand to trace the uneven line on your head where your hair parted down the middle for the most part. “im so glad i don’t own an umbrella”

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mint choco

genre. pure fluff ! no warnings

pairings. bff!xiaojun x fem implied! reader ♡

—{3:11pm}♡‧₊˚ ↴

“stop leaving the toilet seat up when i come over.” you stormed into the living room. “no wonder you can’t get a girlfriend…”

“yeah, says the person who hasn’t even had a first kiss yet.” he teased you.

you were quick to snap back. “well if you hadn’t insisted on tagging along on that blind date-”

you were interrupted. “i didn’t even do anything!! it was like i wasn’t even there!” he rolled his eyes.

your face turned expressionless. “xiaojun.” you blinked a couple of times. “you literally put your hand over my mouth right as he leaned in to kiss me.”

he cleared his throat awkwardly. “yeah, well… i didn’t like that guy…”

“whatever.” you dismissed the conversation.

you looked over to the boy sitting comfortably on the couch, enjoying his mint chocolate ice cream. this was a regular thing to see when you went to xiaojun’s house, but you found it to be absolutely disgusting, nonetheless.

“how can you eat that…” you took a seat next to him.

extremely offended, he raised his eyebrows while he turned his head carefully to face you, being dramatic as ever. “what did you just say to me?”

you made a sloppy gesture pointing to the dish of the green mess.

“and what about it?!” he yelled in response to your silent comment. he slammed his bowl onto the coffee table in front of him and didn’t hesitate to jump up from the couch.

you looked up at the boy who towered over you. as intimidating as he tried to seem, you couldn’t take him seriously at all. you swallowed to keep your smile from showing. “you monster!” you instigated. “it tastes like toothpaste!!”

“no.” he took a moment to breathe. “toothpaste. tastes. like. MINT.”

and that was xiaojun’s last straw.

“okay, yn. you brought this upon yourself.” he swiftly reached for his precious bowl of now half-melted mint chocolate ice cream, taking a big spoon full of it, and taking it right up to your mouth.

you squealed at the feeling of the minty mush hitting your lips. the spoon stopped against you teeth, the only thing keeping the vial flavor from reaching your tastebuds.

nearly gagging, you tried to run and wash it off, but you were held back by xiaojun locking you into his arms.

“i have to wash this off!!!” you, and your threatened tastebuds cried.

“okay, ill get it off. calm down.” he tried to sound annoyed.

relieved, you waited for xiaojun to hand you the napkin on the table. you were completely caught off guard by the feeling of xiaojun’s lips connecting with yours.

your first kiss. this is exactly what you’ve wanted. but this is not exactly how you wanted it. your head was rushing, competing with your pounding heart. you never thought you would be kissing your best friend, and not be completely hating it, but there you were. you had no idea you could think and feel so many things at once. it was soft. it was sweet. it was cold…it was minty.

xiaojun pulled away from you, his grin only growing wider and wider as your cheeks got warmer and warmer.

he admired your priceless expression. “…i cant let perfectly good mint choco go to waste…”

“what was that for?!” you blushed and wiped your mouth with the back of your palm. “you said you would get it off!!!”

“and i did!!!” he said, completely shamelessly.

“you’re disgusting!” you scoffed to distract from your pounding chest.

“but not as disgusting as mint choco, hm?” xiaojun teased.

he didn’t take his eyes off of yours while he took his time to bring his palm up to your cheek. you couldn’t believe you were seeing this side of xiaojun.

being best friends with xiaojun, you’ve had your fair share of flirting and confusing butterflies. he got you flustered all the time, but he certainly never took it this far.

but right as you hoped for this to be a romantic moment, you would find that it’s just too good to be true.

still cradling your cheek, he grazed your lips with his thumb; that’s when your fantasy shattered. he just spread ice cream all over your lips again.

“ew! get it off! get it off!” you broke the stillness in the atmosphere.

xiaojun smiled. “fine.”

this time, you anticipated his touch. he leaned in to kiss you gently one more time… and suddenly, mint choco wasn’t so bad.

this was hard to write because i love mint choco (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

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make a wish

♡ genre. fluff ! no warnings ♡ pairings. xiaojun x gn!reader ♡

friends to lovers

{9:13pm} ☆彡

your first date with your crush!xiaojun. you had been counting down the days since he asked you out last week. he said he wanted to take you somewhere after your study session.

he took you to a cafe and then the two of you walked around the area and ended up in a nearby park.

you were telling xiaojun about something and got distracted by a small flicker in the sky.

“is that a shooting star?” you interrupted yourself.

the boy’s eyes lit up.

“quick!” he shook your shoulder. “make a wish!”

you shut your eyes tightly and rested your chin onto your intertwined hands.

there was only one thing you could think to wish for. all you really wanted was the boy next to you. for him to be yours. but you thought maybe that was too much to ask. “just a kiss.” you spoke silently to the sky. “i just want to kiss him.”

“what did you wish for?”

your cheeks tinted pink. “i cant tell you!”

unsatisfied with your response, he nagged. “cmon pleaseeee”

“i cant tell you…but i guess i could show you.”

you put both of your hands on his cheeks and pulled his lips to yours.

“hm that’s funny.” xiaojun giggled out of the kiss.

“what is?” concern grew on your face.

“we had the same wish.”