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NCT as songs series: [Yuta] Single; The Neighbourhood --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I don't know if we should be alone together I still got a crush, that's obvious If nobody's around, what's stopping us?

❁ Having just moved back from uni, you were returning to your hometown to reunite with your friends and family, taking some time for yourself before you moved on to your next chapter.

❁ Yuta had been in your life for a while, though he was a little older there was the undertone of mutual pining that got put on hold when you moved away to pursue your education

❁ But now you were back, and seeing you again was stirring up feelings that never really went anywhere, feelings of wanting to be more than the static friend zone you were stuck in while you also dated around with other people.

❁ You and Jaehyun kind of had a thing just before you left, and it didn't escape anyone's notice when he greeted you with the most enthusiasm of anyone in your group.

❁ Despite yours and Jaehyun's fling, Yuta embodied the feeling of nostalgia; most of your fondest memories involved being with him and they made you feel so safe and content.

❁ Your favourites; the time he spent hours with you teaching you tricks on his skateboard at the skate park during dusk, singing acoustic songs while you lived the teen movie cliche of sitting around a fire with your friends at the beach before all shrieking while running into the water, mooching around the local shops together, perusing records and band t-shirts, before giving up and spending most of the day in the food court of your local shopping centre eating burgers and sneaking fries off each other.

❁ You stood together at the usual spot you and your friends always hung around at, by the skate park and sat on the sandy pier watching the tide of the sea inch in bit by bit.

❁ That mutual pining I was talking about before- yeah, that was stronger now than ever. He couldn't get past how much you had changed, how only three years had seen you go from a timid eighteen year old to a confident twenty-something year old that still looked up at him with sparkling naivety that he was so glad you hadn't out-grown yet.

❁ Being alone with you was risky, he couldn't ignore the need to feel his lips against yours for much longer, and if by the way your eyes kept flicking to his lips when he spoke meant what he thought it did, then you were both on the same page.

❁ The tension of unspoken truths hung around in the air, knowing that you felt strongly for each other but not having the verbal confirmation yet. "What's stopping us?" He muttered close to your ear, appreciative that you were finally alone together, his words accompanied by a symphony of waves crashing onto the shore below you.

❁ His hand found yours tentatively, fingers interlocking as he smirked at your bashful expression. "You make me go crazy Y/N... How did you grow up so fast?" He asked you amused, smiling further as you scoffed at his statement.

❁ "Jaehyun won't be happy though..." You spoke downcast, head resting against Yuta's shoulder as the wind whipped at your hair.

❁ "Do you think he could let his baby be my girl?" He replied sarcastically, a smirk tugging at his lips, knowing that you would stay with him and hold onto this feeling no matter anyone's opinion.

When you're in a room, you get my eyes You open your mouth, I'm hypnotized I can make you laugh until you cry You know you got all my attention You know you got all mine

❁ You wiped the stray tear from your cheek, the anecdote Yuta told you and your friends leaving everyone in some kind of fit of giggles as the story unfolded.

❁ You sat around the living room of Johnny's house casually, pizza boxes discarded and beer bottles here and there as you met up for an overdue catch up. Yuta's hoody draped over your frame, soft and smelling like him, though you hadn't actually been all that upfront about your relationship.

❁ You knew you liked each other, there was just no label on your relationship yet, which you were fine with, you didn't need a label to know that the way Yuta was looking at you while you spoke was not how friends should look at each other.

❁ Knowing that you only laughed like that when he spoke did his ego no favours, any hope of Jaehyun or anyone else butting in and ruining what you had was squashed.

❁ You could feel others around you noticing the chemistry between you, glances being exchanged when Yuta flung an arm around your shoulders casually while he sipped from his beer bottle. Every time you spoke, fidgeted, coughed he would flinch or perk- you could only see it if you were looking for it, but once Jaehyun noticed how all of Yuta's attention was on you, he knew he had to let you go.

~"Baby, " I can't help but call her that~

❁ "Are we really one of those couples?" You asked jokingly, an eyebrow quirked at the pet name as you moved closer to him in your room, the distant sound of waves crashing due to the harsh wind travelling through your open window.

❁ Yuta looked far too earnest for joking though. Gathering you in his arms he pulled you close and rested his lips against your hair while you both stood staring at the storm out the window, the cast of angry grey clouds making the whole room dark.

❁ Despite the angry weather, the summer had felt endless, without the stress from school you spent hours at the beach with your friends, camping out late into the evening and only moving when the tide chased you away. The nights were spent in your room with Yuta by your side, reminiscing about everything and nothing with his hands running through your hair and humming to the tune of your record collection, always escalating into a lazy makeout session where his hands would slide under your t-shirt and lips would trail up and down your throat.

❁ "Will you be my girl?" He asked, a simple question but his tone dripped with sincerity. You peered up at his taller stance curiously, unable to ignore the feeling of his hands tightening around your waist possessively as his dark, expressive eyes burrowed into yours.

❁ You tilted your head and tugged his shirt down, hoping this was enough to convey your answer, and he of course caught on quickly, his lips pressing against yours in a hedonistic kiss.

❁ "My baby..." He muttered against you, his hand tangling in your hair, preventing you from any kind of escape, not that you wanted to. Your stomach flipped at the comment, the feeling of belonging to Yuta making your heart trip, unable to stop breathing him in you knew you could easily get lost in his lungs.

❁ All the time you had spent apart was worth it, he had told you: "I don't mind being patient," but you never held him to that. It was the rush of emotion that was akin to the waves that crashed along the shoreline of your hometown- retracting all the way back only to return with a new force. Being with Yuta felt like the safest place on earth, you were his baby, he was your soulmate, the dynamic between you was more than a wave... together you were a wipeout.

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Johnny

(M) Blooming Days

(M)(A) Definition of Hate *6 part story*

Yuta

(M) Call Me By Your Name

(M) Heathens

(M) Glossed Over

(M) Foreign Feelings

(M) On my Own

Taeyong

(M) Small Doses

Doyoung

(F) Left My Heart (In Your Tip Jar)

(M) Drive In

Ten

(F) Out of the Bag

(F) Live A Little

Jaehyun

(A)(M) Your Fate, My Karma

Jaemin

(S) Bet On It

Here (In Your Arms)

Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x afab Reader (idol au, established relationship)

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! ANGST! Mentions of blood, death, hospitals, surgeries. Slightly suggestive, that being said MDNI.

Synopsis: Yuta employs the Dreamies (minus Mark and Haechan) to take care of you while you're on your period

Characters: I think I've name dropped quite a few NCT/WayV members (no, there's no nct wish in this fic) Also, Taeyong x girlfriend (Ava - yes I've used this name before, and I will continue to. It has been with me for years)

A/N: If you saw this fic before...no you didn't.... Word count is just under 8,000.

~~~~~

Yuta tried to be very quiet when he got up and out of bed, but he swore you had a sixth sense when it came to him. You always seemed to know when he was about to walk into a room, and you always seemed to know what kind of day he was having without him having to tell you. There were often times you two were so in sync that you would go to call him only for him to have hit the dial button before you managed to hit the contacts button on your phone. Your mutual friends often teased you both for it.

So, when Yuta got out of bed with as little noise and movement as possible, to try and not wake you, you still woke up. It was that sixth sense. You could just sense when he wasn’t around you because you always slept better when he was there. Except for this time.

Taeyong sneaking into through your living room window while you were asleep on the couch? You slept like a log. Yuta left you on the couch to use the washroom? Awake immediately. You started double checking that the doors were locked after that, and gave Taeyong a spare key on top of his spare key. 

“Yuta? Where are you going? What time is it?”

“Good morning my love, I’ve got to head to the studio and it’s four thirty in the morning.” He bent down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be home late, so please don’t stay up.”

“I make no promises.”

“I know you’re not feeling great so make sure you get lots of rest, and text me if you need anything.” 

Yuta grabbed his change of clothes to head to the bathroom so he wouldn’t keep you up any longer. This was the worst you had slept in a while, so he wanted you back asleep as soon as possible. This period was kicking your ass, the cramps were the worst they had ever been, you had been tossing and turning all night and although you didn’t share this with Yuta, you were so worried about leaking and ruining the bed sheets, so that paranoia stayed with you through the night. You were never good with blood.

“By the way, Jeno and Renjun are going to be dropping in a few hours. I’ve employed them to stay with you because you’re too stubborn to ask for help.”

“I don’t need help. I’ve got everything under control.”

“Point proven.” Yuta placed another gentle kiss on your forehead, “the others may stop by too.”

~~~~~

Waking up to screaming was not what you had planned for the day, maybe a relaxing bath, but not whatever was going on in your living room. Sure, Yuta may have had good intentions employing the Dreamies to help take care of you, but you knew it would be you babysitting them. Slowly but painfully you rolled out of bed, this period was going to be a rough one. Every step felt like your insides were simultaneously being squeezed and stabbed. Even just trying to make your way to the bathroom proved to be a chore.

Halfway to the bathroom, an excruciating cramp struck you. The blood curdling scream and the thud of you falling to the floor was loud enough to bring all the attention to you. Shit. The boys. Your apartment sounded like you were housing the stampede that killed Mufasa as the boys ran down the hallway to check on you. All five of them.

"Guys, I'm fine. I just need the bathroom." You tried your best to convince the ‘kids’ that you were fine, and there was nothing to worry about, but Jeno disagreed. 

“That’s a lot of blood, are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

Of course, one mention of the ‘H’ word and panic mode became activated in the boys.

"We need an adult!" Jisung exclaimed, nervous and worried at the sight of you.The youngest tried his best to hold back his tears, he knew there was nothing to do to help take the pain away and that upset him.

Chenle grabbed the concerned boy. "Yuta left us in charge to help out. We can figure this out. What do you want us to do?"

"This hallway is too crowded so please just go sit in the living room or something. If someone could get a hold of Hendery for me that would be appreciated."

The mention of Hendery's name caused a deafening silence to fall upon everyone, which seemed impossible in a space with five very loud boys.

Jaemin was the first to speak up. "I heard you but it doesn't make sense. The adult you want is Hendery? How about Kun? Yeah, Kun sounds like an excellent choice. I'll call Kun." Jaemin grabbed his phone, ready to make the call before hearing your reasoning for wanting to call Hendery.

"I want Hendery because he has older sisters. But sure, call Kun. I just need a hand."

You tried your best to get up and push past everyone, you needed to get yourself cleaned up sooner rather than later. You were unsuccessful, Jeno had to help you to your feet and led you to the bathroom. 

“Oh wow, so handsome and strong.”

“Now really isn’t the time, you’re bleeding a lot and can barely walk.”

“Oh, you’re feisty.” While you might have cracked a joke, you really did appreciate the help. “I’ll be okay from here, Jeno. Thank you.”

“Yell if you need anything.”

~~~~~

You opted for a nice warm shower in hopes to clean up the blood and ease the pain of your cramps. It was quite peaceful, until you were disturbed by a knock on the door. The help is appreciated but sometimes a girl just needs her space. 

"Hey, it's me, I wanted to see how you were feeling," squeaked out Renjun's voice. He wasn’t sure if this was out of line, with you being in the shower but he wanted to make sure you hadn’t dropped on the floor. "I also brought you some comfy clothes to change into. They’re Yuta’s, I thought that would make you feel better.” Between the pain and the thoughtfulness of everyone around you, the tears just came rolling down your face. Renjun didn’t know what you were going through, but he knew it wasn’t fun. So, he decided to just keep on going with what he was going to say. “I'm going to start a load of laundry and wash your sheets. Can I take your...other clothes?"

"Renjun, you don't have to do that if it makes you uncomfortable, sometimes I can't stomach the blood. But I really appreciate that and to answer your first question, I feel a bit nauseous." You let out a slight chuckle to try to ease the tension in the air. It broke your heart to see Renjun, or even all of them for that matter, so worried about you. Especially when you knew you would be fine and that you've gone through this process hundreds of times before.

"Sorry to bother you during your shower."

"That's okay, I know you mean well. Thanks, sweetie."

Renjun accidentally let out a squeal at the term of endearment. It wasn't uncommon for you to call one of them a cute little nickname, but it always made his heart skip a beat. He hadn't noticed the noise he made until it left his lips and hoped that you didn't notice it. But you did, you always noticed how differently Renjun acted around you. Anyone could see that Renjun absolutely adored you, his crush on you actually became a regular topic of teasing. 

You were able to finish your shower in peace and the boys were considerate enough to keep the noise level to a minimum. Little did you know, they all took turns walking past the bathroom door to monitor for any screams of help.

~~~~~

Renjun was right, having Yuta’s clothes did make you feel a bit better. Despite his crush on you, he was the biggest supporter of you two. He really looked up to the relationship you two had and hoped to have one as meaningful of his own one day. You just knew he’d make a great partner for someone one day. You cherished the bond you had with Renjun. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the boys, they were such great guys and they looked like they were having a blast playing on your gaming system, and who are you to interrupt them? Aside from the person they’re supposed to be taking care of. Surely, you could sneak out and head to the pharmacy without them catching you.

“Get away from that door,” Jeno called out.

“How did you-” you began.

“I’ve had to tiptoe around an intoxicated Yuta one too many times. I know all the creaks.”

That was more true than you ever cared to admit. Your home hosted way too many parties and celebrations. It was just that house, there was a pool, two spare rooms, a finished basement with a pool table and a huge projector and a pretty nice garage. A lot of the time there was nothing to celebrate, the boys just enjoyed being there.

“You don’t scare me.”

“I swear to-”

“What’re you going to do, throw me over your shoulder?” 

It was a bluff, but to Jeno it was a challenge. He did exactly that, picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and dropped you beside Renjun on the couch. 

“You’re not going anywhere!” Renjun exclaimed before wrapping his arms and legs around you like a backpack.

“I’ll let you have this, but you realize I’m stronger than you, right, Renjun?”

“I don’t care that you’ve dealt with this hundreds of times, you need to rest!” Renjun snapped, a first for you. No sooner did Renjun finish his lecture did your phone go off with a message from Yuta.

Yuta: Kun and Hendery are going to go to the pharmacy for you. It’s okay to ask for help. I love you

“You snitched on me!”

“Someone had to,” Jaemin shrugged.

~~~~~

Renjun refused to go along to the pharmacy because of you laying on him, and just in case you needed anything. Jeno also decided to stay back to help out, and to tease Renjun about his crush on you. Hendery had texted Renjun some tips and tricks that he heard worked cramps. So Renjun ran around and gathered everything he could; a book, a sleep mask, your heating pad and the bag of salt and vinegar chips Johnny had left behind. Renjun was determined to make you as comfortable as possible. 

Hendery and Kun stopped by and dragged the remaining three boys with them, along with your super long list. The boys paired off to complete the task of grabbing your birth control, painkillers, pads and tampons. 

Chenle looked at Hendery with the biggest lost eyes. "How do we know which ones to grab?"

"Pay attention to what ones she buys, and take a photo."

"Isn't it a bit weird?" Jaemin asked.

"Well no," Hendery answered honestly. "It's normal and no one thinks they're for you."

That answer seemed to please the two boys. Which means somewhere along the way, someone lost Jisung. It wasn't until Kun finished his head count at the register that Jisung came jogging down from a few aisles over/ 

"The nice employee said that these will help!" Jisung loudly informed everyone holding up a box of condoms. Three young heads turned towards Kun and Hendery for confirmation.

Hendery choked out, "well he's not wrong."

"I think they're set for those Jisung," Kun spoke up, taking some of the pressure off Hendery. "I'm sure that's the last thing on her mind right now."

No one missed the puzzled look on the cashier's face as she was scanning the items.

"Mind your business, no one thinks they're for us!" Chenle spoke up. "We know what we're doing."

She shook her head at the audacity of Chenle's outburst while Hendery leaned in towards Kun with a smug smirk and gloated.

"I taught him that."

Jisung started looking around, with the intention of last minute treats to make you feel better. Kun and Hendery felt a slight tug at their shirts and turned to see what the younger male wanted, what captured his eyes.

"She told Renjun that she was feeling nauseous," Jisung informed them.

"I don't think we really need to buy that. I'm sure she has some tea or something like that for upset stomachs," Kun offered, determined to stick to the list the best he could.

It was Hendery that caved, "would it make you feel better?" 

Jisung nodded his head with such enthusiasm that Kun had to physically stop him. "I want to know if I'm going to be an uncle." 

Kun grabbed the pregnancy test and hoped your credit card bill wouldn’t be too high, they went way over budget.

~~~~~

Sure, you felt a bit helpless, but it was nice to see more of the guys. It wasn’t often you got to see that many at the same time.

“Hey guys, I’m so sor-”

“How’re you feeling?” Kun asked, cutting off your apology, and dropping off your bag of ‘goodies’ as Chenle dubbed it. 

You internally cursed the boys for being so thoughtful and for interrupting you all day. 

“I feel like my insides are being stabbed and ripped to shreds.” Graphic and accurate.

“I am so glad to be a guy,” Jeno mumbled.

“Oh by the way, we got a few extra things for you too. I hope that it was okay,” Hendery informed you. “Just so you’re not surprised when you get your credit card bill.”

You couldn't help the redness that covered your cheeks when you checked the bag. Although not on the list the boys grabbed some snacks for you and the shocker of it all. Three pregnancy tests.

Pregnant? No. There was no way. Not possible. 

“Sorry about those, we couldn’t say to Jisung, he’s too cute. We didn’t mean to freak you out.”

“I’ll be okay,” you lied, slightly freaked out. 

"You and Yuta are in love, right?" Renjun asked, genuinely curious and doing his best to distract you from the fear Jisung instilled in you. He also wanted to know what to expect when his time came. "When will I know?"

His comment worked, it confused you, but everyone knew you and Yuta could talk about each other for hours. You thought of a good way to answer his question, but there wasn't one. "It's different for everyone. I guess you just know.”

"Well when did you know?" Renjun asked as he rubbed your lower stomach, doing his best to ease your cramps. 

"Looking back, I’d have to say our first date," you answered. "I didn't say it then, but we’ve been through so much, that was the night I first looked at him in that way, and that I could fall in love with him.”

"That's so cheesy," Jeno mocked. You tried your best to move your feet to playfully kick him, but you were unsuccessful, Jeno was much stronger than you and blocked your kick with ease.

“Ah yes, the cashew incident,” Kun commented. “That was a crazy story.”

"That was the day he almost killed you!” Hendery remembered. “And then you broke up with him shortly afterwards!”

This story was never told to the younger ones so Hendery’s comment grabbed everyone’s attention. Jaemin jumped upon hearing that and dropped to the floor at Renjun’s feet, eager to hear more about the cashew incident.

"I'm only going to tell you if you swear not to tease him about it." The room rang with a pathetic unconvincing chorus of 'I swear'. You hadn’t planned on telling them about it, but Hendery kind of opened a can of worms on that one. The glance you sent Kun and Hendery’s way was enough to send them home.

~~~~~

You were running a bit late for your first date with Yuta so you opted for calling instead of texting him, that way he could hear the distress in your voice.

"Hey, slow down. What's wrong?"

You didn't even give the poor guy a chance to give you a proper greeting before you started rambling and running around your home.

"Our date. Late," you breathed heavily. "I'll be late."

"We can reschedule, it's fine."

"I just need like ten, maybe fifteen minutes. I don't want you to lose your reservation. Please just meet me there and I’ll just have whatever you’re having."

"Okay, okay, I’ll send an uber for you at least, and I’ll see you soon.”

You were true to your word, you were only thirteen minutes late. You might have almost knocked Taeyong on his ass on the way out of your home but that's not important.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, the host greeted you, asking you the name that the reservation was under. You froze. You had no idea what Yuta's last name was. It baffled both you and the host on how you didn’t know your date’s last name. Isn’t that something you should know before you go out with someone? You crossed your fingers in hopes that there weren't too many people by the name Yuta in the restaurant tonight. Something seemed to catch the host’s eyes and you were pointed in the right direction. The job description entails leading guests to their table, but you took off before the host could say anything. Once you realized you were in a restaurant, a very nice one, you slowed yourself down.

Yuta tried to stand up and greet you before you pushed him back down into his seat with a hand on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Sorry I'm late, work was fucking crazy." You slapped your hand over your mouth when a mother glared at you for cursing. But who brings children to these fancy restaurants anyways? "Sorry I made you wait, thank you."

The simple kiss on his forehead was enough to make Yuta’s head spin, he couldn’t process anything you said. 

"You look amazing, like really good," he blurted out. 

You glanced down at the floor length red dress you had on. It was your all time favourite dress, red, floor length, sparkly and a slit up to your mid thigh. It made you feel amazing and slightly overdressed for the occasion. “Thank you, I wasn’t sure if it was too much, but you look amazing too!”

“You could have come in pajamas and I would have had the same reaction.” 

You enjoyed some light flirting and chit chat while waiting for the food to arrive. That was your favourite part, conversation with Yuta didn't feel forced, it was light and easy. Much different from the first time you two met, you didn't speak in fear that your nerves would betray you and cause you to throw up. There was no way you wanted that to be your first impression.

"Okay, enough flirting and eat up, missy."  You looked down at your plate slightly blushing at the boldness of Yuta’s comment. "I also ordered your favourite wine before you got here. Chilled, just how you like it."

Your brain and heart were flattered that he remembered something so miniscule but your mouth had other plans. 

"Chilled. Makes it taste more like juice."

"You're cut off," Yuta teased. "You're so cute."

The conversation resumed as if you were experts and had been doing this for years. When in reality it was maybe three weeks. 

Halfway through the salad entree was when things got weird, not with the atmosphere but with you. It was as if your throat was closing up, did you choke on something? You choke on air so this was nothing new to you. You attempted to nod along with whatever it was that Yuta was saying but you couldn't bring yourself to pay attention. It wasn't until you tried to wash down whatever you were choking on with wine when you realized it was worse than you assumed. You started coughing and spitting on the wine, making Yuta race to the floor by your chair. You squeezed his hand while trying to steady your breathing as your other hand dug through your meal for the culprit. You shakily picked up the tiny cashew before bringing it to Yuta's attention. 

"You're allergic."

Your breathing started to slow down as more time passed and you shoved your purse at him hoping he would know to dig for the epipen. Yuta was rightfully slightly panicking but thankfully another diner called an ambulance for you as he tried to find the courage to stab you. All the chatter around the two of you fell on your deaf ears whereas Yuta had the opposite problem. He could hear everything. Yuta's nerves started acting up, and not in the good way like before the date, but in a bad way, he was struggling to inject you with how shaky his hands were. It was the moment where you rested your head on his shoulder that it was quite literally do or die and he needed to act now. The epipen was ripped from his hand and shoved into your leg by the man that called the ambulance. He didn't know how to thank this man enough, or where to begin. It wasn't long before the paramedics arrived and pulled you away. 

"Your girlfriend will be okay. Can I call a friend to come get you?" 

The kind stranger helped Yuta outside to try to calm him down, but to no avail. It was quite a shock to Taeyong to get a call that you were being sent to the hospital. Especially considering it wasn’t anyone he was ever expecting to call him. 

Taeyong still swears to this day he had never ran or drove that fast. He claims he could have been charged with drag racing but his girlfriend's 'baby' sister was more important than anything at that moment. No one believes that 100% though, Taeyong was always a cautious person.

The trio ran through the hospital like they were on an episode of Grey's Anatomy, trying their hardest to find your room. Unfortunately they weren’t allowed to see you right away and were shunned to the waiting room.

It was up to Taeyong to remain the strong one for the other two while your sister held a sobbing Yuta, trying to maintain her tears and worries too.

"I am so sorry," he sobbed. "It was an accident. I didn't know. I didn't mean to." Was what he tried to say, but it was quite inaudible, thankfully Taeyong and your sister understood him enough. 

"We know. It's not your fault. You didn't know. She'll be okay," your sister reassured an upset Yuta for the third time that night. "Do you think you can rest on that bench over there? You've had a rough night. It might help." 

Yuta listened to her request, he was willing to try anything and layed on the bench blocking the hospital lights with his arm. The least he could do was rest and be strong for you. In the meantime your sister found her way into Taeyong's arms, it was her turn to be a sobbing wreck.

"I'm scared, Taeyong. What if it was too late?"

Taeyong placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. "I’m sure she’s fine. If anything she’s going to be bummed that she didn’t get to finish her dinner.” Taeyong’s comment was enough to make Ava laugh and ease her mind a little bit which she was extremely grateful for. 

The moment your sister was called in to see you was when Taeyong took off in the opposite direction to the washroom. There was no one to hold or console an upset Taeyong and he was left hugging the toilet, unable to stop the contents from that day's meals from making an appearance. After that he really tried to pull himself together, nothing numerous splashes of water couldn’t fix, he was sure.

Ava took off ahead of the nurse which posed a problem when she realized she didn't know where she was going.

"You little shit!" She exclaimed, bursting into your hospital room. "You had the three of us worried sick! Do you not know how to check what you're eating? Yuta was so scared cried himself into a nap!"

"Nice to see you too!" You greeted sarcastically.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Sore, gross, and very swollen.”

“Well, now that I know you’re feeling better, I’m sure Taeyong and Yuta would love to come see you.”

“Please don't send them in,” you begged. “I'm so embarrassed! Please just tell them I'm okay.”

Taeyong was right, you also just wanted to eat your hospital food in peace.

“And then I ghosted him,” you finished off. 

Renjun was quite impressed with himself that he was able to help focus your mind on something other than the pain.

"Jeno, are you crying?" Jaemin teased. 

"I have allergies!" Jeno defended, way too quickly for anyone to believe him. "She almost died! And now look at them, they've been through so much!”

~~~~~

Yuta came home to two sleeping bodies and decided to wake the younger male while moving your head off his lap. There was no way that was comfortable for either of you.

"Hey Renjun, thanks for helping."

"You're welcome. Before I leave...uh… she can have the heating pad again. I took it off before I fell asleep, and no more ibuprofen for two hours, if she needs it."

"I don't know how to repay you, any of you."

"We take payment in the form of food, preferably chicken but we will accept pizza." Yuta thought that was the end of Renjun's request, but he was wrong. "She really loves you, so take good care of her. Or else I'll steal her from you."

"I have no doubt that you would," Yuta laughed. "Follow me."

Renjun was slightly confused and a little scared, but followed Yuta out to the kitchen anyways. He was slightly worried that joking about stealing you away from Yuta was too much. Yuta looked around to make sure that you hadn't woken yet before pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. 

"Is that a ring?" Renjun whispered.

“An engagement ring,” Yuta confirmed. “I don't know when, but I'm going to propose. Aside from you, the only ones that know are Ava and Taeyong.”

Renjun wanted to scream but decided a deep inhale to calm his excitement was a much safer option. "What?! How? Can I be godfather to your children?"

Yuta placed his hand over the excited boy's mouth. "Slow down, and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. I trust you, and I know how much you two mean to each other. Now, help yourself to the spare room and get to bed. I’ll drive you home in the morning.”

Renjun walked off muttering strings of nonsense; 'they grow up so fast' ‘I’m so happy for them’ ‘this is so exciting’, were a few of the things Yuta was able to catch before Renjun found his way to bed.

It was your nuzzling, sleeping, drooling frame that Yuta held in his arms that got him thinking about what Renjun said. Obviously your sister and Taeyong would be godparents, but that's still quite a few years away. The only thing that mattered was that Yuta knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The thought of when and how he would propose wouldn't leave his mind, it was the possibility of you saying no that caused him to drop you a little harsher on the bed than he intended. 

The groan you let out informed Yuta he also woke you in the process but you refused to let your arms drop from around his neck.

"Babe let go. I need a shower," Yuta whined. 

So you whined right back. "And I need you."

Yuta let out a low sigh and placed a gentle hand on your cheek before meeting your lips with his. Yuta knew he had you roped in and took the initiative to pin your arms above your head. 

"I'm not getting in bed all gross and sweaty."

"We have sex in this bed all the time. What's the difference?"

"I know you had a long day but if I smell bad, you still have to cuddle me.”

"You put up a good fight. You may shower.”

Yuta could feel your eyes burn into his back as he got ready for his shower and stripped down to his boxers. One glance over his shoulder and he was met with your hungry eyes and a wink sent his way.

"Like what you see?"

Even this far into the relationship he couldn't get over how much of a flirt you still were with him. He knew if he didn't propose soon he would accidentally let it slip during a time you were acting up. Like now, his teasing comment seemed like the better option compared to him blurting out that he can't wait to marry you.

"Yell if you need anything." And that's exactly what you did, with a very fake whine of pain. "Would a kiss make it feel better?" Yuta decided to play along with your shenanigans and kissed along your lower stomach. Before he could run away you slipped a finger into the side of his boxers to hold him back from walking away and swung your legs so you were situated sitting along the side of your bed. You returned the favour by kissing the same spots on his body. The same gentle hand that was placed on your face while he was trying to distract you with kisses was the same tightly tied up in your hair at that moment.

"We aren't having sex. Renjun is in the next room and you can barely move without screaming in pain. I'm not putting you through that."

"Just tell me you love me."

I love you, will you marry me? Perfect! Drop the last part. You can do this.

Yuta sucked in a deep breath determined to not screw up. "I love you."

“Don't look in the bag on the bathroom sink," you warned. "The boys got very carried away trying to help." 

Yuta let out a loud laugh once he entered the bathroom which confirmed that he did in fact look in the bag. He really owed everyone a big thank you for taking such good care of you. The boys really did go all out.

Yuta knew better than to leave you sleeping when he crawled back into bed. Your sigh of contentment assured him you were still awake.

“So, a pregnancy test?” Yuta teased. “What do you think?”

“There’s no way,” you answered more than certain of yourself. “But I didn’t want to take it without you anyways.”

“What are your thoughts on children?”

“Not yet. Plus I have a child in the next room. I'm content with that one for now."

“Just curious.” Yuta rolled you over to face him and placed a soft lingering kiss on your forehead.  

Still awake, and cuddled up to your boyfriend's side you had decided to ask him the same question Renjun asked you. 

"When did you realize you were in love with me?" Maybe another sappy love story would help you fall asleep again. You could only hope. Yuta let out a happy sigh at the memory and took your hand in his, leading it to his chest so you could feel his heartbeat. 

"It was when I twisted my ankle and you surprised me with those flowers and chocolate." Yuta could recall that memory like it was only last week. "Relationship wise, that was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. There were so many feelings that I didn’t know what to do with, and I’ve never felt that way about someone. I’ve never wanted or needed someone as much as I did when you left my room. The fact that you never held the cashew incident against me and went out of your way to bring me chocolate and flowers, I figured I probably shouldn’t let you go."

"We always end up back at the cashew incident," you laughed. “Tell me the story. It might help the pain.” Part of you knew that the story itself may not make you feel better, but listening to Yuta talk always made you feel better. It wasn’t your favourite story but it warmed your heart to know that despite you breaking yours’ and Yuta’s heart he was in love with you the whole time.

“You’re so sappy,” he teased you with a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m willing to try anything for you.”

~~~~~

“How’s Yuta?” You asked Taeyong, still a little nervous to see him yourself. You were still slightly embarrassed at the cashew incident and were worried you might have scared him out of wanting to see you. It was a pretty traumatic experience for everyone involved.

“Not-” Taeyong started, until your sister cut him off.

“If you want to know, you need to ask him yourself. You owe him that much at least. Sure, he might have almost accidentally killed you but he doesn’t deserve to be thrown aside and forgotten,” she scolded you.

“-good,” Taeyong finished. “He sprained his ankle and I think he misses you.”

“Thank you, Taeyong, you were very helpful. Ava. You suck.” You turned to Taeyong, purposefully ignoring your sister. “Now, is he still at his apartment?”

“Well duh! He can’t go very far. Sprained ankle, remember?” Ava scoffed.

“Yes, he’s at his apartment, his sprain is new, so he’s not going too far.”

It hurt a little, but what did you expect? You never bothered contacting him. Deep down you knew Ava was right, but there was no way you would tell her that. Yuta is a great guy and you would be crazy to lose him. 

“I don’t know if Winwin is there or not, he’s not home often.”

You took that information that Taeyong gave you and headed to Yuta’s apartment. But not without making a pit stop on the way.

You had a raised hand, getting ready to knock on the apartment door until the battle in your head started. 

Don’t do it, just end the relationship before it starts. It’s better for him if he doesn’t have to constantly worry about you, he needs someone who will give him vital information about themselves, like if there’s a crucial allergy that can kill them, someone who can take care of themselves, someone who won’t ghost him and can communicate. Don’t knock, call him and ask if you can come in, the guy can barely walk. 

You reached into your pocket debating on whether or not you should call or text, either way, you’d be facing him very soon, you’d have to hear his voice regardless. 

Then your phone went off, signaling a message. It was from Winwin, which made you slightly more relaxed.

Hey, I’m not home.

Figured you’d want some privacy while you and Yuta figure out what you are. Go ahead and let yourself in. I left it unlocked, I was hoping you’d stop by to see him.

Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door to the guys’ home. You’d been there before but weren’t sure if you were welcome this time, unsure if Yuta even wanted to see you at this point. You slowly and nervously made your way towards his room.

“Hey, I thought you left,” Yuta called out, thinking he heard Winwin.

You slowly opened his bedroom door, “it’s not Winwin, if that’s okay.”

“Please, come in!” Yuta greeted you enthusiastically. 

“Hey, Yuta. I think we need to talk.” 

He shimmied to the side to make room on his bed for you. Almost as if he could read your mind, he spoke up.

“You can sit down. You’re not going to hurt me, I’m not that fragile.”

“How're you feeling?” Stupid question.

“A little sore, but I'm glad you're here.”

“I brought you something.” You placed the bag of surprises on his nightstand and pulled them out. “I stopped on my way over and grabbed you a few things. Just some flowers and chocolate. It's cheesy, I know.” 

“Thank you, that’s so sweet.” Yuta took a moment to appreciate the ‘get well soon’ ‘sorry I ghosted you’ gifts. “So, if you’re here to tell me you don’t want to see me anymore, go ahead. I’m all ears. No hard feelings, I promise.” Yuta reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers together. “Talk to me.” The gesture from Yuta only managed to bring tears to your eyes. 

“I think we should see other people. I was hoping we could stay friends. I really enjoy being a part of each others’ lives. If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“If that’s what you want,” Yuta started, doing his best to not let his own tears fall. “Can I ask why? Is it because I almost accidentally killed you?”

“No, it’s not that. Unless you meant to kill me?” You asked.

“No! Of course not.”

“Then we’re okay there. I’m not mad at you for that.”

“So why did you throw me away like I mean nothing to you?”

“Yes, I was embarrassed about the almost dying part. It was because I felt like you deserve someone that could take care of themselves. I was scared you’d think you’d always have to take care of me. Which I know is selfish, but I got scared. Then you sprained your ankle. It just seems like the universe has it out for us.”

“You don’t even want to try.” At this point, neither of you were sure if this was a question or a statement. “It sounds like you’re creating problems that don’t even exist. We both know that the cashew incident was an accident, and if you’re not upset with me for unintentionally poisoning you. What’s the real problem? You can’t just blame the universe.”

“I’m scared to start this relationship and you deserve someone that isn’t scared. Plus, you’re almost always on the road and busy, and I don’t want to take up all your spare time. We’ve been through so much already and I don’t want to lose you. If we don’t start, then we have nothing to worry about.”

It wasn’t your intention to end things with Yuta but it seemed like the best option for the both of you. To you at least.

“I understand where you’re coming from. If that’s what you want, then I guess this is it.”

“Thank you, Yuta.” You sat on the edge of his bed for a moment just admiring the person Yuta is before your thoughts got interrupted.

“Please leave.”

~~~~~

“I’m glad we worked that out,” you commented.

“Me too. I got up to chase you, but my ankle wasn’t strong enough,” Yuta admitted. 

“I don’t remember how we worked through that. Or when.” You were just thankful you two were able to finally mend things. 

“That would be courtesy of Jungwoo and the escape room he planned for team building exercises.” 

You tilted your head up to place a kiss on Yuta’s cheek. “I owe that boy my life,” you chuckled. At this point in your relationship with Yuta you couldn’t imagine going through that with anyone else, this just might be it. Yuta might be it. 

“Please get some sleep, and don’t be afraid to wake me.”

~~~~~

Yuta yelled out for you to wake up before you wasted the day away. One of his few days off and he wanted to make the most of it with you. Concerned with the lack of reply and movement, Yuta excused himself to wake you up, and left Renjun downstairs to finish up his breakfast. 

Yuta sat himself on the bed by your side and gently caressed your cheek in hopes of waking you up.

“Are you feeling better?” A smile across your face always told Yuta you were awake and were silently begging for more sleep, but not today. “You have to wake up, we have a big day. I have the day off.” No reply. “You’re freaking me out.” Yuta pulled the blanket down and his eyes met a concerning amount of blood. Yuta screamed out for Renjun. 

Renjun had no idea what was going on but he was scared, that was not a regular scream. His feet took him to your bedroom before his brain could register what was going on. All he knew was that his friend needed help. 

“Yuta, what’s going o--.” Renjun’s sentence was cut off as he paused at the sight before him.

“I - I don’t know. She won’t wake up.”

“Tell me what to do.”

Yuta acted this time, he couldn’t freeze like last time during the ‘The Cashew Incident’. “Call Taeyong and her sister. I’ll call paramedics.”

~~~~~

The couple ran down the familiar hospital hallways to find Yuta explaining to a nurse what had happened. The three of them were flooded with relief when they could finally see you, and this time you let them.

“Hey babe,” Yuta greeted quietly. “How’re you feeling?”

“Lighter,” you answered, which had only confused Yuta.

“Is that a joke because you got an organ removed?” It was nice for Yuta to finally see you smile after what you had been through. 

"I love you so much, Yuta. I'm so sorry for putting you through this and scaring you. I honestly thought I was okay."

Yuta gently placed his hands on either side of your face, wiping away the tears that were slowly falling. Which only made you sob even more. You were so tired at this point.

"I'm sorry too. I should have been more pushy and thrown you over my shoulder and brought you to the hospital myself. But as long as you're okay, that's all that matters."

"I'm pretty sore but just kiss me and tell me everything will be okay."

Yuta's lips just brushed along yours before speaking.

"You're the strongest person I know. You're going to recover in no time. I'm sure of it."

Yuta stood by your bedside, his gaze filled with adoration and gratitude; relieved your surgery went as well as it did. All the while contemplating his next move and battling with his own thoughts.

 “I want to ask you something, it’s kind of important.”  That’s not something anyone ever wants to hear. “It's actually very important.” Your heart started to race and you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. While waiting for Yuta to continue your brain became flooded with negative thoughts. Maybe all these trips to the hospital became too much for him, maybe this was it.

“You can’t just lead with that! At least tell me if it’s something good or bad.”

“It’s good, just give me a moment.”

Yuta took a deep breath and slowly lowered himself to the ground.

“What are you doing? Praying? Please get up, that floor is probably so disgustingly dirty, Yuta.”

Yuta grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

"I love you, you know that, right?" 

You ignored Yuta's action of reaching behind him, too busy on the ‘what’. What was he doing? What was he up to?

"You didn't commit a heinous crime did you?" 

You readjusted yourself on the hospital bed, trying to mentally prepare yourself for whatever bomb Yuta was going to drop on you. That was when you saw it and pieced everything together. The perspiration that had started at Yuta's hairline, him resting on one knee and that small black velvet box that was destined to change everything.

"Oh, no no no no. Not right here, not right now. I'm hooked up to a bunch of machines. I look horrendous."

"Whether you're in a hospital gown or wearing that long red dress with the slit up the side, it doesn't matter, it doesn't change how I look at you. You're still the love of my life." 

"Is this really how you want to remember our proposal? The time I almost died…again."

"Well the memory was supposed to be something along the lines of you admitting that you're madly in love with me and accepting my proposal." Yuta was right, you were madly in love with him and nothing would change that. You knew Yuta was your person, the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. That was when it hit you;

"In sickness and in health, right?"

"I know this isn't the ideal proposal but we've been through so much together and that's the memory I want. A reminder of how badass and strong my wife is." Yuta placed his hands on either side of your face and rested his forehead against yours. "So what do you say, are you ready to spend the rest of your life with me?"

“Yes, Yuta, I’m madly in love with you and I accept your proposal. Yes! Are you crazy?! Of course I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you!” You moved over to make some room for Yuta to get in beside you, all you wanted was to lay with him. “I’m not that fragile,” you teased. “It’s just triskaidekaphobia.”

“That's the fear of the number thirteen. The word you're looking for is thrombocytopenia.”

You pat beside you on the bed and Yuta caved, he was sure the nurses would kick him out but decided to give you whatever you needed in that moment, and if that was to lie with you then so be it. It was a tight squeeze, but with your head on his chest, you two made it work.

“I could lie like this forever. Just here with you. It’s my favourite spot to be. I love you, Yuta.”

“I love you too, get some rest.”

You hummed in agreement, “Just a quick snooze. Don’t go anywhere.”

Yuta placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, "I wouldn’t dream of it.” He admired you as you fell asleep, it came to you rather quickly, you must have needed it. 

Yuta found himself slowly drifting off to sleep with you until he was being ripped away from you and escorted out of your hospital room, it all happened too quickly, his head was aching from the loud beeping, and he couldn’t get the awful ringing out of his ears, his stomach was turning with the need to vomit, like he was losing part of his soul. Which in a way he was. 

“Time of de-” 

The ringing in Yuta’s ears stopped ringing and he tried to brace himself against the hallway wall. The beeping was the monitor you were hooked up to. 

Taeyong came running down the hallway in time to catch Ava shaking Yuta demanding to know what happened while he tried his hardest to separate the two. Ava collapsed into Taeyong’s arms as she fell to the ground, dragging him with her.

“She’s dead!”

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Palavras: 447 palavras Avisos: Menção de comida, (sentimento muito muito leve de angústia), leve menção de sexo.  ≡ ⿴

Ele é o amor da minha vida. Definitivamente, e sem volta. O mais engraçado é que quando percebi isso, a pequena eu dentro da minha cabeça, agarrou o refrigerante dela com o canudo e disse sarcasticamente “Uh Oh! Já somos assim? ”. Mas não consegui responder, estava muito ocupado verificando como estava meu apartamento naquele momento.

Minha sala de estar tinha muitos travesseiros, algumas almofadas estavam na mesa de centro, e eu pude ver que meu filme favorito de ‘dia horrível’ estava esperando para ser exibido. Fiquei tão chocado que mal vi quando ele veio do corredor com seu sorriso perfeito dizendo com sua voz doce "Finalmente meu bebê está em casa! Vá correndo para seu banho especial de espumas enquanto ela ainda está quente. Acabei de terminar! ” E mais uma vez, eu estava tão absorta por seu cheiro, seus braços fortes me segurando perto de seu corpo perfeito de ‘casa’, que eu pude encontrar minha típica provocação para me compensar com uma resposta.

Então eu perguntei a ele, como ele sabia, e mais uma vez ele abriu o sorriso e disse: “Você esqueceu que sou seu supernamorado? Meu bom sentido me disse esta manhã que algo estava errado. Então eu sabia que tinha que vir e salvar o seu dia!” E descobriu-se que ele estava certo. Que foi um dia horrivelmente terrível e extraordinário.

Naquela noite, enquanto assistíamos ao Dr. Frank-N-Furter cantando sobre sua máquina de sexo loiro, eu tinha seu corpo como meu travesseiro perfeito, enquanto seu coração batia em meus ouvidos, sua deliciosa comida quente recém cozida estava na minha barriga, ele foi a única coisa que consegui pensar. Como ele soube sem ouvir uma palavra vindo de mim, como ele interpretou o filme mais gay e está assistindo e curtindo cada momento dele. E de repente eu não estava mais com medo do amor. Eu senti que poderia conseguir o que quisesse, desde que ele estivesse comigo.

“Você é o amor da minha vida” sussurrei para ele, quando ele estava dormindo na cama comigo. Essa foi a primeira vez que eu disse isso, embora ele tivesse dito por muito tempo. Eu fui uma covarde, mas ele respeitou isso, ele esperou por mim, pelo meu tempo. E quando tive certeza que ele estava apenas fingindo estar dormindo, sussurrei em seus ouvidos 'Eu te amo'. Seu sorriso nunca foi tão grande, e provavelmente nunca tive uma noite tão boa como aquela. E eu sabia que nunca amaria mais do jeito que amo Nakamoto Yuta, e estava tudo bem. Mesmo que ele quebrasse meu coração mais tarde, porque ele me mostrou o que o amor deveria ser, e me ensinou que eu nunca deveria aceitar menos que isso.

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 447 words Warning: mention of food, (very very slightly angust as well), slight mention of sex .  ≡ ⿴

He’s the love of my life. Definitely, and with no turning backs. The funniest thing about it, is that when I realized that, the little me inside of my head, grabbed her soda with her straw and sarcastically said “Uh Oh! Are we like that already?”. But I couldn’t answer her, I was too busy checking the way that my apartment it was at that moment.

My living room it had a lot of pillows, some plats were at the center table, and I could see that my favorite ‘cheesy horrible day’ movie was waiting for be played. I was so chocked that I barely saw when he came from the hallway with his perfect smile saying with his sweet voice “Finally my baby’s at home! Go rushing to your especial bathtub shower while it still warm. I just finished there!” And once again, I was so absorbed by his smell, his strong arms holding me close to his perfect ‘home’ body, that I could found my typical tease me to make up with na a answer.

So I asked him, how does he knew? And once again he opened his smile and said “You forgot I’m your Super boyfriend? My sense told me this morning something was wrong. So I knew that I had to come and save your day!” And it turns out, that he was right. That it was na a Horribly terrifying extraordinary bad day.

That night while we watch to Dr. Frank-N-Furter singing about his blonde sex machine, I had his body as my perfect pillow, while his heart was beating in my ears, his delicious warm food recently cooked was on my stomach, he was the only thing I could think. How he knew without hear a word coming out from me, how he played the most gay movie and is watching and enjoying ever single moment of it. And suddenly I wasn’t afraid of love anymore. I felt like I could get whatever I wanted as long he was with me.

“You are the love of my life” I whispered to him, when his was sleeping on the bed with me. That was the first time I said that, even though he had said for a very long time a go. I was a coward, but he respected that, he waited for me, for my own time. And when I had shore he was just pretending to be sleeping, I whispered into his ears ‘I love You’. His smile never been so big, and I probably never had such a good night as that one. And I knew, that I would never love anymore the way I love Nakamoto Yuta, and that was okay. Even if he Brak my heart into leaves later, because he showed me what love supposed to be, and teached me that I shouldn’t never accept less that that.

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Palavras: 447 palavras Avisos: Menção de comida, (sentimento muito muito leve de angústia), leve menção de sexo.  ≡ ⿴

Ele é o amor da minha vida. Definitivamente, e sem volta. O mais engraçado é que quando percebi isso, a pequena eu dentro da minha cabeça, agarrou o refrigerante dela com o canudo e disse sarcasticamente “Uh Oh! Já somos assim? ”. Mas não consegui responder, estava muito ocupado verificando como estava meu apartamento naquele momento.

Minha sala de estar tinha muitos travesseiros, algumas almofadas estavam na mesa de centro, e eu pude ver que meu filme favorito de ‘dia horrível’ estava esperando para ser exibido. Fiquei tão chocado que mal vi quando ele veio do corredor com seu sorriso perfeito dizendo com sua voz doce "Finalmente meu bebê está em casa! Vá correndo para seu banho especial de espumas enquanto ela ainda está quente. Acabei de terminar! ” E mais uma vez, eu estava tão absorta por seu cheiro, seus braços fortes me segurando perto de seu corpo perfeito de ‘casa’, que eu pude encontrar minha típica provocação para me compensar com uma resposta.

Então eu perguntei a ele, como ele sabia, e mais uma vez ele abriu o sorriso e disse: “Você esqueceu que sou seu supernamorado? Meu bom sentido me disse esta manhã que algo estava errado. Então eu sabia que tinha que vir e salvar o seu dia!” E descobriu-se que ele estava certo. Que foi um dia horrivelmente terrível e extraordinário.

Naquela noite, enquanto assistíamos ao Dr. Frank-N-Furter cantando sobre sua máquina de sexo loiro, eu tinha seu corpo como meu travesseiro perfeito, enquanto seu coração batia em meus ouvidos, sua deliciosa comida quente recém cozida estava na minha barriga, ele foi a única coisa que consegui pensar. Como ele soube sem ouvir uma palavra vindo de mim, como ele interpretou o filme mais gay e está assistindo e curtindo cada momento dele. E de repente eu não estava mais com medo do amor. Eu senti que poderia conseguir o que quisesse, desde que ele estivesse comigo.

“Você é o amor da minha vida” sussurrei para ele, quando ele estava dormindo na cama comigo. Essa foi a primeira vez que eu disse isso, embora ele tivesse dito por muito tempo. Eu fui uma covarde, mas ele respeitou isso, ele esperou por mim, pelo meu tempo. E quando tive certeza que ele estava apenas fingindo estar dormindo, sussurrei em seus ouvidos 'Eu te amo'. Seu sorriso nunca foi tão grande, e provavelmente nunca tive uma noite tão boa como aquela. E eu sabia que nunca amaria mais do jeito que amo Nakamoto Yuta, e estava tudo bem. Mesmo que ele quebrasse meu coração mais tarde, porque ele me mostrou o que o amor deveria ser, e me ensinou que eu nunca deveria aceitar menos que isso.

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 447 words Warning: mention of food, (very very slightly angust as well), slight mention of sex .  ≡ ⿴

He’s the love of my life. Definitely, and with no turning backs. The funniest thing about it, is that when I realized that, the little me inside of my head, grabbed her soda with her straw and sarcastically said “Uh Oh! Are we like that already?”. But I couldn’t answer her, I was too busy checking the way that my apartment it was at that moment.

My living room it had a lot of pillows, some plats were at the center table, and I could see that my favorite ‘cheesy horrible day’ movie was waiting for be played. I was so chocked that I barely saw when he came from the hallway with his perfect smile saying with his sweet voice “Finally my baby’s at home! Go rushing to your especial bathtub shower while it still warm. I just finished there!” And once again, I was so absorbed by his smell, his strong arms holding me close to his perfect ‘home’ body, that I could found my typical tease me to make up with na a answer.

So I asked him, how does he knew? And once again he opened his smile and said “You forgot I’m your Super boyfriend? My sense told me this morning something was wrong. So I knew that I had to come and save your day!” And it turns out, that he was right. That it was na a Horribly terrifying extraordinary bad day.

That night while we watch to Dr. Frank-N-Furter singing about his blonde sex machine, I had his body as my perfect pillow, while his heart was beating in my ears, his delicious warm food recently cooked was on my stomach, he was the only thing I could think. How he knew without hear a word coming out from me, how he played the most gay movie and is watching and enjoying ever single moment of it. And suddenly I wasn’t afraid of love anymore. I felt like I could get whatever I wanted as long he was with me.

“You are the love of my life” I whispered to him, when his was sleeping on the bed with me. That was the first time I said that, even though he had said for a very long time a go. I was a coward, but he respected that, he waited for me, for my own time. And when I had shore he was just pretending to be sleeping, I whispered into his ears ‘I love You’. His smile never been so big, and I probably never had such a good night as that one. And I knew, that I would never love anymore the way I love Nakamoto Yuta, and that was okay. Even if he Brak my heart into leaves later, because he showed me what love supposed to be, and teached me that I shouldn’t never accept less that that.

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Palavras: 447 palavras Avisos: Menção de comida, (sentimento muito muito leve de angústia), leve menção de sexo.  ≡ ⿴

Ele é o amor da minha vida. Definitivamente, e sem volta. O mais engraçado é que quando percebi isso, a pequena eu dentro da minha cabeça, agarrou o refrigerante dela com o canudo e disse sarcasticamente “Uh Oh! Já somos assim? ”. Mas não consegui responder, estava muito ocupado verificando como estava meu apartamento naquele momento.

Minha sala de estar tinha muitos travesseiros, algumas almofadas estavam na mesa de centro, e eu pude ver que meu filme favorito de ‘dia horrível’ estava esperando para ser exibido. Fiquei tão chocado que mal vi quando ele veio do corredor com seu sorriso perfeito dizendo com sua voz doce "Finalmente meu bebê está em casa! Vá correndo para seu banho especial de espumas enquanto ela ainda está quente. Acabei de terminar! ” E mais uma vez, eu estava tão absorta por seu cheiro, seus braços fortes me segurando perto de seu corpo perfeito de ‘casa’, que eu pude encontrar minha típica provocação para me compensar com uma resposta.

Então eu perguntei a ele, como ele sabia, e mais uma vez ele abriu o sorriso e disse: “Você esqueceu que sou seu supernamorado? Meu bom sentido me disse esta manhã que algo estava errado. Então eu sabia que tinha que vir e salvar o seu dia!” E descobriu-se que ele estava certo. Que foi um dia horrivelmente terrível e extraordinário.

Naquela noite, enquanto assistíamos ao Dr. Frank-N-Furter cantando sobre sua máquina de sexo loiro, eu tinha seu corpo como meu travesseiro perfeito, enquanto seu coração batia em meus ouvidos, sua deliciosa comida quente recém cozida estava na minha barriga, ele foi a única coisa que consegui pensar. Como ele soube sem ouvir uma palavra vindo de mim, como ele interpretou o filme mais gay e está assistindo e curtindo cada momento dele. E de repente eu não estava mais com medo do amor. Eu senti que poderia conseguir o que quisesse, desde que ele estivesse comigo.

“Você é o amor da minha vida” sussurrei para ele, quando ele estava dormindo na cama comigo. Essa foi a primeira vez que eu disse isso, embora ele tivesse dito por muito tempo. Eu fui uma covarde, mas ele respeitou isso, ele esperou por mim, pelo meu tempo. E quando tive certeza que ele estava apenas fingindo estar dormindo, sussurrei em seus ouvidos 'Eu te amo'. Seu sorriso nunca foi tão grande, e provavelmente nunca tive uma noite tão boa como aquela. E eu sabia que nunca amaria mais do jeito que amo Nakamoto Yuta, e estava tudo bem. Mesmo que ele quebrasse meu coração mais tarde, porque ele me mostrou o que o amor deveria ser, e me ensinou que eu nunca deveria aceitar menos que isso.

— [♡]; Nakamoto Yuta

⿴ ≡ ¡Gif isn't mine! / ¡O Gif não é meu! ⸾ ⸽ Nakamoto Yuta (Nonɪᴅᴏʟ! Yuta x Nonɪᴅᴏʟ!ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) Words: 447 words Warning: mention of food, (very very slightly angust as well), slight mention of sex .  ≡ ⿴

He’s the love of my life. Definitely, and with no turning backs. The funniest thing about it, is that when I realized that, the little me inside of my head, grabbed her soda with her straw and sarcastically said “Uh Oh! Are we like that already?”. But I couldn’t answer her, I was too busy checking the way that my apartment it was at that moment.

My living room it had a lot of pillows, some plats were at the center table, and I could see that my favorite ‘cheesy horrible day’ movie was waiting for be played. I was so chocked that I barely saw when he came from the hallway with his perfect smile saying with his sweet voice “Finally my baby’s at home! Go rushing to your especial bathtub shower while it still warm. I just finished there!” And once again, I was so absorbed by his smell, his strong arms holding me close to his perfect ‘home’ body, that I could found my typical tease me to make up with na a answer.

So I asked him, how does he knew? And once again he opened his smile and said “You forgot I’m your Super boyfriend? My sense told me this morning something was wrong. So I knew that I had to come and save your day!” And it turns out, that he was right. That it was na a Horribly terrifying extraordinary bad day.

That night while we watch to Dr. Frank-N-Furter singing about his blonde sex machine, I had his body as my perfect pillow, while his heart was beating in my ears, his delicious warm food recently cooked was on my stomach, he was the only thing I could think. How he knew without hear a word coming out from me, how he played the most gay movie and is watching and enjoying ever single moment of it. And suddenly I wasn’t afraid of love anymore. I felt like I could get whatever I wanted as long he was with me.

“You are the love of my life” I whispered to him, when his was sleeping on the bed with me. That was the first time I said that, even though he had said for a very long time a go. I was a coward, but he respected that, he waited for me, for my own time. And when I had shore he was just pretending to be sleeping, I whispered into his ears ‘I love You’. His smile never been so big, and I probably never had such a good night as that one. And I knew, that I would never love anymore the way I love Nakamoto Yuta, and that was okay. Even if he Brak my heart into leaves later, because he showed me what love supposed to be, and teached me that I shouldn’t never accept less that that.