#yuta ff

[rosietaeyongswife]

stars | yuta nakamoto

genre: fluff, bit of angst wc: synopsis: never let the lost girl become friends with older guys. never. especially if they're friends with yuta nakamoto. an: quick piece of rubbish. rant maybe, idk. lmao i had to write bcs felt like it. admire my yuta nakamoto. i love him.

how much does it take to someone to finaly be able to listen to you? just once. you've always been there for your closest people. did anyone had issues? you were there to help. of course you were, because why not. you're here for it. you did all your best. but where were they when you needed them? nowhere to be seen.

it's always like you were the one to call. one to rant to. whatever. you did your best. never talks about you, but always listen and help others. when you've tried, topic lasted for a minute. next thing was their issue. isn't it unfair? even your own family. you just want to be listened which was near to impossible.

until you met new friends. until you and yuta crushed. most beautiful human being ever to exist. being around yuta felt like you're not just alive but you're actually living. he had never expected anything from you.

"i care." yuta shurgged, while holding you close. "i don't care about all your friends, nor family. knowing enough is enough, y/n. if you want to talk, do it. i'm there for you."

suddenly all you could feel was knot in your stomach. view in front of you was glossy, and tears went down your cheeks. it's bare minimum, you had never recived.

"yuta, i'd like you to hold me. let's just chill together, and stay in a moment. i don't know how much should i be grateful for you. i love you so much."

"don't say obvious things." yuta chuckled, and you could only stare into his pretty eyes. "one day, i want you with me. i want us to go back to japan. i want to spend my best times with you. i want to show you what you deserve. i love you always. you're stars in my dark universe."

yuta was always proud of you. smallest thing you've done, never failed to make him smile. yuta nakamoto is well aware of you. of your feelings. people you've met made you empty inside, and he's willing to do whatever to make you feel as happy as ever.

"you're doing great sweetie." he shows you thumbs up. "i'm recording it."

"yuta, stop."

both of you were in his kitchen. one cigarette in yuta's left hand, phone in his other hand filming how you were baking cupcakes for both of you. it felt embarrassing to be watched. yuta is crazily in love with you.

"i won't, duh. you're all pretty doing it all for us. i made five cupcakes, and here you are doing another ten. you're amazing, darling."

"yuta-" you stopped because he was in your face with phone. "please, you're can't be for real."

"smile for camera. one day, i'll show our kids these videos, you hate." yuta turned his phone, so back camera can film both of you. yuta with cigarrete in between his lips, and you awkwardly smiling at him. "to my future kids. here's your sweetest mother. she's still a bit embarrassed, because she's all new to affection and being someone's number one, but don't worry. daddy's taking care of her."

"yuta, why are you talking about kids?" you chuckled. "it's like, future? like too much to be talked about."

"i can promise you, it's true."

"whatever. hello our future kids. we're doing cupcakes because yuta said it's amazing idea. as you can see, he isn't the best authority to follow. bad influence for kids." you rolled you eyes. "why don't you throw this off."

"i won't. your dad is fuckin amazing, kids."

"he is." both of you were laughing. "yuta nakamoto is the best person i have ever met. i can promise you, everyone loves him so will you. your parents are fuckin best."

yuta ended video, and was laughing. "i love that my y/n is finaly letting herself be. i love you, darling."

"love you, yuta. forever."

maybe there's finaly person who wants to listen to you :)

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[theficblog]

FORELSKET

NAKAMOTO YUTA

Prologue: Yuta has been your biggest rival on the field, in your perception at least, but a childhood playmate wouldn’t leave you crying alone.

Genre: Fluff + Enemies to lovers

Wordcount: 1,545

Warnings: Injury + Blood + Language

You were panting. It could’ve made it hard for even your Apple Watch to track your heart rate and blood oxygen levels by now. Beads of sweat now adorned your forehead and flicks of hair, running mindlessly to any place they could find. Your silky hair refused to be tied down into a ponytail, making it harder for you. You were not bothered by your appearance, though; you were just happy you made it on time to the ground.

It was the last day of school right before it shut for the summer, which meant the last day of your football game before a two-month halt. Football, at this point, was the only thing you felt like putting an effort into. It had been your longest companion, ever since primary school. You were not the best at academics to begin with, but using sports as your advantage key to university admission was clever of you.

FWEET!! The coach took to the whistle, ordering you and your teammates to put yourselves together. Today was no ordinary day, after all. Your school was playing the rival school, and maybe it was the legacy that the seniors set up, but rivalries like these were taken with much seriousness.

Without wasting much time, you all gathered, dressed in red shirts and shorts. The numbers on your backs, sweatbands, and fancy tight socks, along with the expensive cleats, the spikes, added to the dangerous and fiery overall look. The team soon started with their usual warmup before the game.

You excused yourself to the side. The scorching summer heat worsened your parched throat. You took the ice packs and frozen water. This was a little moment of calm. Your brain could not even register when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, a football came piercing through the air, as if a bullet had been fired from a revolver. Maybe you counted your lucky stars, you were blessed enough to be shielded from the ball hitting you right in the face, or worse, causing embarrassment in front of a dozen people.

You rolled your eyes as your gaze fell to the source of all this.

"Yo! What the fuck?! That could have hit me!" You raged. There was no way you could afford any sort of injury at this crucial stage. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started spitting out the fire.

"That was kinda the point." That was what you were reverted with. No, he did not care at all. At this rate, it seemed more like a pass time for him to agitate and irritate you for no reason. The boy rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, followed by a smirk. Gosh! Yuta really knew how to get on your nerves.

He wasn’t from the opposite team, but he sure was your biggest rival. He was an absolute ace. The only other center-forward on your team besides you. Football suited him. His long black locks, sometimes tied back in a ponytail, complemented his face as he ran across the field. The shorts he wore exposed his perfectly built and buff thighs. His tackling and positioning were beyond accurate, as he rarely missed a goal. Yeah, sometimes he put his arrogance in front of him and did not pass you the ball. You wish you could punch him in the face at times like that.

Back in the good old and younger days, you two were inseparable. You still remember the time you both initially started with the game. "Y/N You pass the ball to me and then I return it to you!" Little Yuta of six suggested. Two little enthusiastic kids, all they looked forward to were the ice cream treats after the evening practice when your mothers picked you up from the playground.

Things do not always remain the same, though; people change. You were not little kids of five anymore but rude and ruthless teens. Whatever it might have been, it was what it was.

Back to the moment, you would have normally rolled your eyes dramatically or just ignored that boy, but there was this little thing that made your blood boil even more. The pretty girls, whom you assumed to be the cheerleaders and who a ninety nine percent wanted to get Yuta’s attention, saw you. Yes, Yuta had always been a hot topic amongst the girls- and even boys.

They sat in a group of three. For some reason, the dumb and mean ones always flocked in a group of threes. They let out a chuckle and started with their counterfeit empathy towards you. "Ohh! Y/N! Are you okay? Was it too fast for you to comprehend?" ,"Yuta deserves to be the team captain! Look at how cool is he!" They were making fun of you - something that anyone would naturally hate. You, too, hated it. You had an image and were very particular about maintaining it.

Your eyes met Yuta’s. There appeared to be a reflection of regret in his eyes but you couldn’t care less. You’ve had enough, just as you were about to throw hands.. PHWEET!! The whistle blew again. Oh Shit! The game was starting. Why is there always an interruption at the most anticipated moments.

The game turned out to be in your team’s favour, a 5-2 win. All the runnings, pantings and crampings had paid off at the end. You sure were happy your side was the victorious one, but beating Yuta whist being in the same team made you inflate with pride. You contributed three out of five goals, whereas on the other hand, he could secure none. You see, hurting his pride was way better than embedding a punch bruise on his handsome face.

You noticed him sprinting towards you. Was he going to apologize for what he did before? Nah, he wasn’t that type. He sat himself on his ankles as he bent down, placing his sweaty palms on your knee. "Are you alright?" He inquired. "Of course, why would-" You halted suddenly as you took notice of your joint, which was ceaselessly bleeding. All the resentful emotions in your head made you so numb you couldn’t even care to take a notice of it.

"Mmm, it’s going to be okay, Y/N. This is probably from when you slid on the grass." He said as he placed your foot on his thigh, so as to take a closer look. "Stop it, Yuta! You’re going to get me ridiculed by the pretty ones, again!" You fumed at him. This wasn’t the first time that one of you treated the other’s wound. Twelve years of sports together brought incidences like these quite more than often, however, this time wasn’t it. You put force to your leg, trying to get it out of Yuta’s hold.

"You’re not the Y/N who would bother to think of all that shit, you’re the Y/N I know since we were babies." Yuta voiced, without letting go of your leg, as he now started to blow his breath on the damaged spot, which was being disinfected by the antiseptic. You stood there like an animated character that had not yet been assigned a facial expression.

"Y/N, I’m sorry. Did that really hurt you?" He queried, still devoting all his attention to your knee. "Come on! What am I? Seven? That’s just a cut, quite deep but yeah, I’ll be fine." You explained. This was the uniqueness of your and his relationship; it could be bitter like poison, but that did not mean an absence of communication-it could be swearing, taunting, occasional jokes, but it never stopped.

"Not this dumbo! I’m sorry for what I did earlier." This much was enough to get the tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Emotionally, you were a mess.

"Hey hey hey, Y/N! No! I’m sorry, please, stop crying! Whatever it is, I’m sorry, look it’s so much better than dying, right?" So much better than dying- his signature words, of course, most of the times, things were very much better than losing life. Yuta was panicking, trying everything he could to make you stop crying- but you were nowhere near it.

He rose up, holding your face with his hands, which were now coloured red with your blood. His thumbs positioned themselves on your cheek as they swept away the tears. He was looking at you right in the eyes. "Stop crying, Y/N. Hmm?" He hummed sweetly in his deep, manly voice. You nodded, trying to get back to normal.

A grin took over his face, like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. You reciprocated it. By now, you were much more calm. He tilted your head a bit more, punching his lips ever so softly on your sweaty forehead.

The sun was bidding its daily farewell as the sky gradually changed its colours. Orange, then a darker purple with a pinch of tint. The jet streams from the airplane margined the two shades. The birds were on their way home, and so were the daily commuters. It had been a tough day for everyone.

You took a glance at Yuta’s eyes, shining and sparkling like the moon that would soon embellish the night sky.

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[i-write-some-stuff]

Overwhelmed - nyt

Pairing: Yuta x gn/enby OC (Kye) Contents: When the party gets too rowdy, Kye thought they had escaped the others by getting outside. They thought wrong. Warnings: overwhelmed oc, weed consuption, beer drinking Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Alright so I hated the original one so I took it down and rewrote it. I think this one is much better and I hope you guys like it too! Also I know I promised a masterpost for this series, it's coming, things just got out of hand lately but we're (hopefully) back on track

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any idol in any way, shape or form.

Voices became louder, and Kye turned around, trying to see what was going on. Johnny was nowhere to be found, and Haechan and Mark had run off who knows where, leaving Kye alone with their thoughts in the middle of the very crowded living room. Doing their best to not bump into everyone, Kye tried to make their way out of the crowd and into the kitchen, where they figured they could have a moment for themself. Everyone else seemed to be going the opposite way, trying to peak at whatever was happening over there. Mumbling ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s, Kye pushed through, ignoring as much as they could the loud and repetitive beat of the music.

A glass bottle broke, startling Kye, who spun around, spilling their drink all over someone’s shoes. Apologizing profusely, Kye kept backing up, abandoning the empty cup on their way. With the kitchen finally in sight, Kye cursed, seeing that it was just as crowded as everywhere else. The backdoor seemed like their best bet. When they got outside, they threw themself against the wall, out of breath.

“Kye? You alright?” Turning towards the voice, Kye saw Yuta, sitting on the concrete bench a bit further from the door. Kye nodded.

“In a minute,” they mumbled, but Yuta seemed to hear, since he didn’t push further. Closing their eyes, Kye tried to focus on their breathing.

If they were completly honest, Kye would have wanted any other frat brother out there right now. They didn’t have anything against Yuta, but they found him slightly intimidating. They had never really talked either, as Yuta was usually at work whenever Kye and Johnny met to work on their project. They were surprised Yuta even knew their name, given that the both of them had barely ever talked.

“Are you gonna be sick?" Yuta asked, and Kye shook their head. "You should probably sit down, then," he replied, patting the seat next to him. "I don't bite," he added, and Kye smiled, giving in.They went to sit with him, and he leaned back against the wall, bringing a joint to his lips. He really was beautiful, Kye thought. In the dim light from the patio's string lights, he looked like he was straight out of a movie. After all, his nickname was the Prince, and Kye thought whoever gave him that nickname were very right. Yuta glanced at them, and Kye looked away, feeling the heat burn their face. Fortunately for them, Yuta misread their reaction.

“Want a smoke?” He asked, stretching his arm towards them.

“Thanks,” Kye replied, taking a long drag, then very slowly blowing it out.

“Someone’s used to this,” Yuta joked.

“It’s one of the few things that help my overthinking brain to shut up sometimes,” Kye explained, and Yuta nodded.

“I get that. Do you feel better now, though? I can go and get you water."

“No, no, I’m good,” Kye paused, “and honestly… I’d rather not be alone right now. If you don’t mind,” Kye said quietly.

“I shall not leave your side, then,” Yuta said, and Kye smiled.

They sat in silence for a moment, the joint going back and forth between them. Yuta noticed how Kye was fidgeting with a strand of their ripped jeans, and Yuta handed them the joint again, then took off one of his necklaces, letting it dangle in front of Kye. It was a simple chain with a small feather carved in a black stone. Kye gave him a questioning look. “To play with. In stead of destroying your jeans. And your skin,” he said, noticing the raw skin around Key’s nails. Kye hesitantly took the necklace, running their fingers along the feather. It felt cool and soft, and their focus fully on the piece of jewelry for a moment, examining every side and smooth curve on the little object. Yuta watched them, a fond smile on his lips.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and Kye nodded. He thought they looked very cute, staring at his necklace as if it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, analyzing every single part of it. He almost let himself tell them to keep it, but he cleared his throat instead. “So what was happening back there?”

“No idea. Everyone got loud and started pushing around to get a better view so I just dipped,” Kye explained.

“Hmm. Probably just Haechan doing a keg stand or something.”

“That would add up, yeah,” Kye laughed. “What are you doing smoking all alone out here?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to come with me.”

“In a frat house full of partying uni students? Yeah right." A beat passed. "You didn’t ask me,” Kye stated, eyes glued to the feather.

“I didn’t know you smoke. In fact, I don’t know you at all. Other than your name, of course.”

“What do you mean you don’t know me? We see each other all the time!” Kye said, falsely offended.

“Yeah, like half a second.”

“That’s on you, really,” Kye said, and Yuta laughed, happy to see them more comfortable.

“Hey, I don’t choose my hours. If anything, you should plan your visits around my schedule.”

“I don’t know your schedule.”

“I can text it to you.”

“Smooth. Do you always get people's numbers like that?” Kye asked, finally looking up from the feather to look at him.

“First time, actually. Did it work?” They stared at each other for a second, then Kye sighed.

“Gimme your phone before I change my mind,” Kye said. Yuta had a cocky smirk, handing it to them.

The back door opened rather violently, and Kye jumped at the sudden snap, instinctively scooting closer to Yuta. His arm went across them, hand falling on their thigh in a protective stance as they both checked to see who was coming out.

An angry Jaehyun made his way through the yard, Jamie not far behind him, calling out his name. Yuta and Kye shared a look, Yuta noticing his position and moving his hand away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay-“

“Leave them alone for once, will you?” Johnny’s voice caught their attention, and they saw him holding Haechan back, keeping him from running after the two others. Haechan turned around to protest, but his eyes fell on Yuta and Kye, and his target suddenly changed.

“Since when do you two know each other?”

“They’re a regular at the cafe,” Yuta lied right away, and Kye nodded. Kye shared a look with Johnny, who knew that was a lie, but strangely refrained from commenting. His eyes fell on Kye’s lap, where the feather necklace and Yuta’s phone now laid, and he smirked.

“Come on,” he told Haechan, dragging the younger boy back inside. Poking his head out the door, he added “They’ve calmed down, by the way.” Kye smiled, thanking Johnny as he disappeared, yelling some non-sense as he did.

“Do you wanna go back inside?” Yuta asked, and Kye took a deep breath.

“I’ll stay a little longer. But you don’t have to wait for me,” Kye said, handing Yuta his phone back.

“I’m good,” he said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the wall. A few minutes later, a sort of chant rose from inside, and Yuta sighed.

“See, this time it’s really Haechan doing a keg stand,” he said, and Kye laughed, mindlessly playing with the feather in their lap.

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[jasscheeks]

how they would…

send you gifts <3

pairings: megumi, itadori, and yuuta x f!reader

^^^ gege pls bring them back

warnings: she/her pronouns are used, yuji texts the wrong person, mentions of marriage

<- gojo, geto, and nanami ver.

thank you for reading!! please reblog!!

<- gojo, geto, nanami ver.

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[hyuckcicles]

nct messages | when you're jealous of one of the members

warning | sug (?)

ot7 127

a/n - haechan and mark are with dream for now on because it is equal :)

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[whereisten]

The Marriage Mission

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Secret Agent! Yuta X Secret Agent!Y/N (afab)

Series Summary: You and Yuta are secret agents that are paired up for a big mission, and despite hating each other's guts, you get married..makes sense, right?

Contains: enemies to lovers shenanigans, fluff, comedy?, violence, gun mention, knife mention, cursing, cheating mention, death mention, alcohol use, smut (mask play? g*n play, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, degradation, unprotected (be safe tho!), thigh riding, impregnation kink, sir kink, toy usage (it's a lot, i know but are we really surprised?).

Word Count: 11K

A/N: this is a short series but it’s definitely one of my favorites!! I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading and supporting us :))) also! Please check out Yuta’s movie High X Low: The Worst X, it was SOOOO GOOOOOD and Yuta is such an amazing actor!! Go support him❤️

—————

[One Year Later]

 You stare at the ring Yuta gave you. You’re about to go on a date with a man you actually like, so why wear it? 

 “Do you wear it in memory of someone else?” Jungwoo asked you as you had your first outing together at a cafe a few days prior. You looked at the ring with adoration while spinning it around your finger. “Nah..not really.” You said to him while shaking your head.

 He laughed. “So take it off then…make space for a new one.” You smirked and looked into his eyes while raising your eyebrows. “Bring the new one first.”

 You were only teasing him, but now that you were getting ready to go out again, you decided that you really should move on.

 You slide the ring off and place it in your jewelry box on your dresser before leaving your place. 

[A Week Later]

 Yuta throws his briefcase to the floor and plops down onto his couch. He sighs and lays his head back. He thinks about you and wonders what you’re up to, so as he winds down mentally from work, he decides to open his tracker app and check your movements.

 At first everything seems normal, but then he notices that the ring hasn't moved from your apartment for about a week now. He sits up straight as his brows furrow. Did something happen to you? Did you finally take it off? No, you wouldn’t dare do that to him. Were you killed in your apartment? All these thoughts ran through his head, he was imagining the worst scenarios and it made him go crazy in the confinement of his home. He decides to take a short vacation and pay you a visit.

[Two Days Later]

 You’re having yet another fantastic date with Jungwoo. He’s charismatic, sweet, and just irresistible. You go out clubbing after dinner and get drunk together. You fall into your apartment while making out, your hands pulling his buttons loose as he grabs your ass through your dress tightly. You're so enraptured with each other, giggling and enjoying the cloud 9 feeling of being drunk and lustful, neither of you notice the man in the corner of the living room.

 Yuta flips the light on suddenly, making you both jump and stop kissing.

 He crosses his arms and walks closer. “Oh..am I interrupting something?”

 Jungwoo is frightened, he immediately starts wiping away your lipstick from his lips and stepping back. “I thought you said you were single?”

 You’re frightened too, it’s been so long since you’ve seen Yuta, but he looks exactly the same. Hot and dangerous.

 Yuta stands over you, his fiery eyes boring holes into your skull, and you aren’t sure why this feeling of guilt is overwhelming you. “Single?? Oh wow, that’s news to me. Our anniversary was just two weeks ago, wasn’t it, honey?”

 You step back and snap out of it. “Yuta! What the hell are you talking about?! You know it was just for the mission!”

 “Mission?” Jungwoo asks and your eyes widen, you realize that you almost revealed your true profession to him.

 “Wait..that’s not what I-“ you turn to Jungwoo.

 “Yeah, honey..the mission of creating a marriage between two high school sweethearts.” Yuta continues to lie while Jungwoo buttons his shirt up. You swallow hard and try desperately not to look as drunk as you feel.

 “High-?” Jungwoo asks curiously.

 “Oh, she didn’t tell you? She’s had my heart since the first day of junior year.”

 You turn to Yuta with a look of disbelief. “What the hell?!”

 Jungwoo isn’t sure if Yuta is serious or not but he does know that he looks scary and upset as hell, and that he wants nothing to do with him. “I’ll just leave.”

 “Yeah..you should go.” Yuta still stares at you.

 You turn back to Jungwoo, walking after him as he opens your front door to leave. “W-wait! No it’s not true! I can explain.”

 “Why would you lie about your actual wedding ring? Jesus Christ I’ve gotta go, I should’ve known better!” Jungwoo shakes his head.

 “Wait!” You try to stop him, but he slams the door shut.

 You turn back to Yuta who only smirks. “I’m..gonna kill you!” You launch after him while holding your hand up. You attempt to slap him but miss because of your drunken state. Yuta grabs your wrist and pulls you close to his chest. “I missed you too…sweetheart.”

 “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?”

 “I should say the same to you, I only came all the way here because I was worried about you.”

 You walk over to the kitchen to get yourself some water. “I knew I should’ve changed the damn locks after you left.” You burp out loudly to annoy him.

 “Wait…Worried about me? After all this time?” You say after realizing what he confessed to you.

 “Yeah..the ring stopped moving…you..stopped moving.” He attempts to caress your face, but you brush his hand away as a look of realization crosses your face.

 You look to where the ring is now in your bedside drawer.

 “You—you’re insane..you put a tracker in the RING?”

 He chuckles. “You suck as a spy, I suggest you do something else like become my full time maid.” He sits on the couch and puts his feet up on the center table. “Maybe you’re better at cleaning things up.”

 You scoff and grab the gun under your counter. You walk over to the couch and point it at him, he doesn’t feel threatened at all tho. All he can think about is how sexy you look in your tight black dress and how much he wants to kill Jungwoo for putting his hands on your gorgeous ass. “How dare you get comfortable on my couch after telling me you’ve violated my privacy for a year now?! I’m gonna kill you! And I’m serious this time!”

 He laughs. “Okay, go ahead. But before you do, I think I deserve to see you in the set I bought first.”

 You blink rapidly while trying not to get flustered by how good he looks in his black turtleneck with his long black hair tied back. He smiles while you get angry with him.

 “You’re unbelievable!” You yell and stomp to your bedroom, closing the sliding doors loudly.

 He rushes to the door and talks against it so you can hear him. “Just tell me you missed me and I’ll go away again”

 “Why would I do that?!” You say as you change into your nightgown.

 “Because it’s the truth.”

 “NO Yuta! The truth is that I can’t believe you’ve tracked me this entire time, I can’t believe I ever trusted you and even worked with you. The truth is I was just getting to know a good man, a man I *actually* liked and now..that’s gone, Yuta. The truth is that we never should’ve met.” You say quietly, but Yuta heard you clearly.

 He stays silent, hand falling from the door and to his side.

 After a few seconds, you only hear him chuckle. “That’s fair, y/n…you have your boundaries and I overstepped. I’ll end this game now.”

 You hear the front door lock and you’re saddened to see him go, you’re even saddened that he didn’t call you ‘sweetheart’ just one last time.

——————

[A Few Months Later]

 You’re assigned a solo mission where you visit an art gallery assumed to be involved in money laundering. You wear a baseball cap, sunglasses and a T-shirt to look unsuspecting during your visit.

 While looking at some of the pieces you notice the owner, Miah, is not too far away and could possibly answer a few questions for you, you’d just have to listen in to every conversation she has on the phone.

 “Yes..that date works for me..maybe we could discuss..” her voice gets lower as she whispers. “That..hotel?”

 You lean against a wall as you listen closely. She starts to walk towards her office, you need to get closer

 As you make your way towards her, a man suddenly appears dressed nicely in a shirt and tie and glasses. He leans into her and kisses her cheek. “So sorry I’m late sweetheart, I picked up your favorite though! Boba Tea with extra sugar!” You recognize his voice.

 “No fucking way..” you whisper to yourself.

 He smiles widely  and turns to the side, confirming your suspicion. It’s Yuta.

 He laughs with her and holds her hand as she gazes up at him. It was strange to see him so incredibly sweet for once.

 He looks over at you as they walk away and winks.

 Your eyes widen. Why is he on the same mission as you? But more importantly, why do you feel jealous?

 You roll your eyes and run to the bathroom to check your messages from Haechan. There were no new updates. Could it be possible that Yuta went rogue and decided to do this on his own? Could she really be his girlfriend?

 As you leave the restroom you open the door to find Yuta leaned against the wall.

 “Jesus! You can't just hang out outside of a women’s restroom like that.”

 “Someone’s a little jealous.” He smirks.

 You roll your eyes. “Cut the b.s Yuta, I just wanna know why you’re here?”

 “I should be asking you that question.”

 You show him your phone. “This is MY assignment.”

 He shrugs. “That’s not what it looks like to me.”

 You scoff. “It’s right there..the messages from..”

 You look back at your phone and see you did in fact receive a new message from HQ: 

pull back, target under watch of Agent1111

 “What? It was just there, I swear.”

 “So you can’t do your work well, you can’t even read texts properly and follow orders. Don’t worry though, a position as my..I mean, our maid is open. I’ll talk to my girlfriend about hiring you.” He winks again.

 You kick his shin, causing him to bend over and groan.

 “I’ll make sure to be the one responsible for your death one day.”

 For the remainder of your visit, you stand by and watch Yuta flirt with the lady, you can’t help but feel so jealous. She’s so googly-eyed over him she doesn’t even notice you hovering around a few feet away. They kiss for what seems to be the 30th time within an hour and you decide you’ve seen enough.

 You drive home, unable to watch any more.

 Later that night, you take a nap, having set an alarm to wake up and do computer work. But as you sleep, Yuta cooks dinner for you.

 It’s not until you smell an exciting airman of garlic and onions that you wake up confused and ready to fight.

 You fling your sliding door open while holding a gun and pointing it towards your kitchen. “Who-?!”

 Your heart becomes warm when you see Yuta.

 You sigh and place the gun down on the counter. “Of course.” 

 “You sleep a lot for someone who doesn’t do anything beneficial to the company.” He stirs the pot.

 He wears a white long sleeve shirt and jeans with his hair tied up now. The muscles of his arms and back show through clearly and you become hot at the sight. You take a seat on the stool facing the kitchen and cross your arms. “How’s your girlfriend?” Is the first thing you ask him so it’s clear to see it’s on your mind. 

 Yuta laughs. “Good…nicer than you.” But she isn’t prettier, not even close is what he thinks to himself.

 “She doesn’t suspect you?”

 “Nah..she’s too dickmatized to think about anything else.”

 You grimace. “Ew, listen to yourself.”

 “You just wouldn’t understand.” He shrugs his shoulders.

 “Why are you so sweet to her?”

 “Does it upset you?” He looks over his shoulder and smiles.

 You cross your arms and look away. “Not really…as a matter of fact I’m relieved. I’m not the one that has to pretend to be attracted to you.”

 Yuta laughs out. “Pretend? Whew..we got an Oscar award-winning actress here then!”

 He places the dish featuring sautéed broccoli and chicken in front of you. “Eat up.”

 You pick the fork up and start eating. “Just don’t..call her sweetheart.. it’s corny and..dated.”

 Yuta chuckles. “Sureee, but you need to stay out of my way. All you’ll do is mess things up.”

 Your mouth falls. “That’s not true! And it’s my choice whether or not I want to see this through to the end.”

 He leans over the counter. “It’s not your mission, sweetheart. So stay.out.of.my.way.” He rubs his knuckles into your hair.

 Before you can say anything else he leaves.

[Three Days Later]

 Yuta should’ve known you well enough by now to know that you don’t listen to any man, let alone him. So you follow Miah around anyway.

 You decide to sneak into her house to look for any evidence as her front gate is only open when she is home. Despite being involved in money laundering, she lives in a simple, humble house to avoid any attention from the government. You still disengaged her house cameras through an app before entering though. When you sneak in, you hear quiet whimpers and moans. Could it be…?

 You make a face of disgust as the sounds you hear confirm your question. She was definitely getting it in with someone, making it the best (and probably worst) time to look for evidence. You ignore her moans and search her home office for clues.

 After about 20 minutes, you can’t find anything and the sounds have now stopped. You needed to get out immediately. You tiptoe past her bedroom door, but can’t help but be curious as to whether or not Yuta is the one she’s with. So you peak through the crack and squint.

 But you don’t see anything, you can only hear the shower running.

 Suddenly, Yuta pops up behind you, grabbing your wrist and shoving you into the wall beside it. He instantly notices you’ve started wearing the ring again.

 “I thought I heard something..” he grumbles.

 Your eyes grow in shock. “Y-Yuta?”

 He is shirtless with just a towel around his waist. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay away!” He whisper-yells with an angry expression. “Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?”

 “I-I’m trying to help.”

 “This isn’t your mission, we aren’t working together on this one, why don’t you understand that!” His hold on your wrist tightens.

 For once you genuinely feel scared by Yuta’s expression, you really pissed him off this time. To make things worse, his hair is messy and he smells like women’s perfume. Both his abs and lips are stain with lipstick and its too fucking hot to ignore. Despite being the wrong time, you couldn’t help but remember his kiss and touch the last night you worked together.

 He is weakened by your beautiful eyes below him, he wants to scream. He’s only tough on you because he knows you could get hurt by getting so close, but he also hates how worried he is. He needed to distance himself now.

 “Y/n..I don’t know what you expect from this. For us to get closer or for me to thank you, but it isn’t going to happen. Go back to the office, pick up a case that easy to handle and do your fucking job. Leave this mission and leave me alone. You’re fucking useless.”

 Your mouth falls open as he speaks with genuine disdain, and before you can say anything she calls out for him.

 “Yuta! Where are you, baby?”

 “Coming!” He responds quickly then looks back at you and swallows hard. “Leave now.”

 You nod and hurry out of the house without looking back. The last thing you’d want is for him to see your eyes filling to the brim with tears.

———

[A Few Weeks Later]

 You decided to start a new case, but keep your eye on the art gallery one regardless. Was it for the case or for Yuta? You aren’t sure.

 The art gallery has a major event in which a new exhibition is revealed, so you get dressed up and join as a spectator.

 You wear something calm to blend in with the crowd, a simple black satin dress that falls to your ankles.

 The place is bustling with hundreds of visitors, amongst them are government officials, as well as the Miah and Yuta.

 But even in a thick crowd, Yuta sees you. You make eye contact for a split second, but you ignore him and continue to walk around and look at the art.

 You hoped he’d finish the assignment  up quickly so he could go back to Tokyo and stop haunting you. You just couldn’t get over him with him being so close to you. 

 While staring at a piece, a man walks up beside you. “This piece was inspired by the artist's own psychedelic trips.”

 “Oh..wow! That’s interesting.” You look up at him and realize he is quite handsome. 

 The man looks down at you and gives you a dazzling smile. “I may or may not know him myself.”

 You chuckle and the two of you start to talk. He was a sweet guy, deep down you hoped he could eventually give you some intel once you learned more about his connection to the gallery. If he didn’t, however, he was still nice to talk to.

 “I can show you some of my personal faves…” the man takes your hand and leads you to another part of the gallery.

 Yuta watches from far away, feeling himself grow jealous when you smile and laugh with another man. He looks away and tries to focus on Miah and her conversations with the officials.

 A few minutes later however, Yuta can’t seem to find you anywhere. Last time he saw you, you were walking to a more quiet area with the man. He didn’t see where the man placed a cloth over your mouth and snuck you out through the back.

 You were tied up and passed out in the back of the “nice” man’s car. He completely caught you off guard as he didn’t seem like the type to truly be involved in all this.

 “Yeah..I’ve got her.” The man says over the phone as he drives fast. It’s the last thing you hear before passing out completely.

 Nearly an hour later, you’re woken up by the feeling of cold water crashing over your entire body. You scream and jump up, but realize you’re tied to a chair.

 “Fuck…” you tremble as you open your eyes. 

 “Who are you? What agency do you work for and what are you guys planning?” An older man asks you.

 You refuse to answer, staying silent as another younger man throws his fist into your stomach.

 They ask you the same questions over and over, failing to get you to break the oath you swore to your agency. You put your life on the line to protect everything, it’s what you signed up for. Regardless, you get beat up badly in the process and all you can think is that these are the last moments of your life.

 Meanwhile, Yuta starts to worry and struggles to cover it up. He is absent from group conversations and looks around anxiously.

 “What’s wrong, babe?” Miah tugs his shirt and asks him.

 He quickly looks back at her and gives a small smile. “Oh nothing, I’ll be right back, there’s something I forgot to submit for work. And my buddy just texted me about it. I’m sorry, babe.”

 “Oh it’s okay! Go ahead, I’ll see you later.” She waves him off.

 Yuta carefully walks back to his car, looking around for anyone watching him. Once he gets in, he opens his tracker app in hopes that you’re still wearing the ring. He is relieved when he sees you are. He heads towards your location, hoping that you are okay.

 By the time he gets there, the isolated building is in flames and the men are gone, having left your broken and bruised body to burn to death. 

 “Y/n!” He runs around looking for any opening he can get through and finally finds one. Glass and wood falls everywhere, but he isn’t new to this. He dodges the debris with ease, ducking and jumping over anything in his way to get to you.

 After a few seconds, he finally finds you passed out and tied to the chair. “Y/n!” He shakes your body, but you don’t wake up. You’ve inhaled so much carbon dioxide, you’re unresponsive.

 He quickly unties you from the chair and holds you in his arms as he runs outside. 

 When he gets out, the building explodes, catapulting debris everywhere. He isn’t far enough and a piece of wood pierces your abdomen area as tiny pieces of glass cut his face up. He curses then hurriedly gets you into the back of the car. Your eyes are bruised and your breathing is weak. He notices that a few of your fingers are disfigured and broken, those fuckers really went in on you to get information. 

 To make matters worse a piece of wood now sticks out causing you to cough up blood. He starts to tear up at the sight. “Hang on tight, baby, I’m gonna get you help, okay?”

 You hear Yuta’s voice but it fades away.

 “Just stay with me..because if you die I’m gonna kill you.”

 Yuta gets you to the underground hospital specifically created for undercover agents.

 “Help! We need help right away!” Yuta yells while holding you in his arms as nurses rush towards him with a gurney.

[Two Weeks Later]

 You’re still in a coma after being taken care of at the hospital.

 Yuta visits you every day in hopes that you’ll wake up. The doctors say you’ll recover from your injuries and wake up in time, but the carbon dioxide inhalation may have done irreparable damage to your brain, so when you’d wake up is unclear to even them, the best of the best.

 “You’re the worst spy ever…always getting hurt” Yuta says while standing beside your bed. He feels guilty for not being there fast enough for you. He feels guilty for not watching you more. He wipes his tears away.

 “You said you’d be the one to kill me after I see you in that set, don’t fail on your promise, I hate when people do that.” he says, hoping to hear your laugh and see your eyes open as you prepare a snarky response for him.

 Haechan knocks in the door and steps in. “Yuta, thank you for your hard work. With the evidence you’ve collected we were able to arrest Miah and others connected. But now it’s time to go, it’s been two weeks, you have other cases to pick up in Tokyo.”

 Yuta shakes his head while still watching you. “Can’t..need to make sure she wakes up first…she can’t break her promise.”

 Haechan sighs. “These doctors are the best of the best and if they say she will, then she will, don’t worry, she has more than enough help around here. I think you should get back”

 Yuta turns to him. “Just a few more days…please..” I just want to see her beautiful eyes, one more time, is what he wants to say, but doesn’t.

Haechan recognizes the look of love anyway, he knows Yuta is the one filling your hospital room with bouquets of flowers every day. He knows he has feelings for you and so, he nods. “Okay…I’ll..talk to your boss over there to get you some more time here..only because you’ve helped us a great deal.”

 Yuta bows slightly. “Thank you.”

 “When did you start to like her so much?” Haechan raises an eyebrow.

 Yuta scoffs. “Like who? Her? I’m just being nice.”

 Haechan chuckles. “Yeah..sure.”

[Four Days Later]

 Yuta comes to your room as usual but as he is about to turn in, he hears you laughing. He peaks around the corner and sees you smiling, your pretty eyes crinkling at the sides as you talk to the nurse. He smiles to himself. He hands the bouquet of flowers he has in his hands to another nurse headed towards your room. “Please..give these to her for me.”

 The nurse smiles at Yuta, who she’s seen everyday since you’ve been there. “Oh! She’s awake now sir, she woke up last night. Would you like to go in and speak with her?”

 He shakes his head. “No..I have somewhere to be. Please tell her they all came from Haechan.”

 Her smile drops as she looks at the bouquet in confusion. Why wouldn’t he want to talk with you after waiting so long?

 Yuta remembers how mean he was to you the last time you spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you again, as the guilt weighed heavy on his heart. He did love you and this proved it, but he couldn’t allow himself to show that to you.

 He leaves the hospital and heads home before preparing for his flight.

 Haechan goes in to see you the next day. “Y/n, nice to see you smiling again.”

 You smile back. “It’s all thanks to you and this dramatic collection of flowers you got me.”

 Haechan chuckles. “Actually…that would be Yuta’s doing.”

 “Yuta?” Your eyes grow.

 “Yeah..he saved you from the building and then visited you every day.”

 Your heart trembles.

 “W-where’s he now?”

 Haechan smiled slightly. “He should be heading back home..to Tokyo today”

 You sit in silence as a wave of sadness falls on you.

 “Don’t get any ideas! I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you, but it isn’t permitted within the company.” Haechan says, somewhat jokingly.

 You scoff and shake off your thoughts. “Between me and that guy? Nah..he’s the worst.”

 Haechan nods. “Good.”

 But you lied, you felt an attachment to him, maybe you did love him.

[A Few Months Later]

 You decided to take a trip to Tokyo to surprise Yuta after your full recovery. There’s just one little problem. You don’t know where he lives. 

 So you break company policy by overriding the firewalls protecting each agent’s private information. You look Yuta up and successfully get his file, complete with his address, biography, and case history.

 You hurriedly write the address down and prepare for your flight.

 A week later, you find yourself getting ready to meet Yuta. You admit, you feel somewhat pathetic for getting all dressed up for him. What if he didn’t accept you? What if he wanted nothing to do with you? What if he lives with his parents?

 Nonetheless, you put on a tight black dress with your butterfly set underneath before taking a taxi to his house.

 You knock on the front door of the serene house, but don’t hear anything. No one’s home. You sigh “That’s fine, I’ll just wait for him.” To your surprise, the back door is unlocked so you let yourself in. It’s quiet, nice and clean, and you’re surprised by how easy it was to get in.

 You walk around, taking in how beautiful his place is. Eventually, you arrive at his bedroom. There are many picture frames on his dresser and 2 on the walls and when you take a closer look, you’re shocked.

 You lift a picture up towards you to see Yuta and a beautiful woman smiling and holding hands while at a beach. The photo beside it made your heart drop. It was a wedding photo of the two. You carefully place the picture back down and look into the bathroom.

 You see “Him” and “Hers” labeled towels. Beside the bathroom is his closet, filled with a woman’s clothes.

 “Of course..of course he’s married” your eyes become watery and you go to leave immediately. Yuta had been leading you on this entire time. He was using you for when he got bored of his wife back home, turning you into a fill in while taking on missions outside of Tokyo. You feel even more pitiful than you did before. How could you be tricked so easily? But then again, Yuta did tell you that you were nothing together, that that one mission was simply..a duty.

  You take the tracker ring off and place it in a decorative jar beside his front door, but remember to leave through the back.

 After taking a taxi back home, you adjust your return flight for the next day.

 When Yuta gets home, he resumes his daily habit of checking on you. He opens his tracker and is confused to see that your ring is…right there with him. He stands up from his couch and looks around carefully. He steps into his bedroom, wondering if you’re there hiding. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices something out of place on the dresser.

 One of the picture frames had been moved slightly. You were here and when you picked the picture up, you  placed it back incorrectly. He swallows hard when he realizes you‘ve discovered the truth.

[Two Months Later]

 Things go back to normal. You start to take on other missions and train harder to develop your skills. You’re getting stronger, smarter, and faster, but it doesn’t help that you think of Yuta nearly every second of each day. You wonder what he’s up to and why he never told you about his wife. Did you really deserve that information though? You’re secret agents at the end of the day, it was never supposed to be this personal.

 It’s time for your fencing class, a one-on-one battle with a new partner from the agency while your trainer watches. You’ve beat every partner thus far, making you the top contender, so you aren’t worried about this match.

 You step onto the mat and assume your starting position. The person in front of you does the same. And so, you begin your battle, dodging their speedy attacks. They do the same, never letting you get close to them after you swing. 

 “Agent 73.. Focus!” Your trainer yells. After several minutes of fighting the most difficult opponent you’ve ever had thus far, you start to grow upset. You were doing so well, annihilating anyone that challenged you, but somehow, this person is just as good.

 They let out a grunt after sliding to the right to dodge your quick attack, letting you know that your opponent is in fact a man. Based on the size of his feet, you had already suspected, but weren’t completely sure.

 You just can’t seem to catch them off guard, no matter how fast you move and in a fit of anger at your incompetence, you “accidentally” elbow his face. He steps back in shock as his mask falls to the floor.

 You gasp when you recognize the handsome man’s face. Yuta.

 He smirks and wipes blood trickling from his nose with his thumb. You drop your sword while frowning. Why’d it have to be him?

 You walk away before he can say anything, stomping through the girl’s locker room as he runs after you.

 You swing your locker door open and start to take the uniform off. You drag your shirt over your body quickly as you hear him step in anyway.

 “You’ve still got that short fuze, huh?” He leans against the locker beside yours. 

 You ignore him, still shoving your things in your backpack.

 “Come on, y/n..I’ve got a pretty bad nose bleed because of you, the least you could do is give me a welcome back kiss.”

 You slam the locker door and turn to leave, but he blocks you. You glare at him. “Get out of my face.”

 “Aren’t you happy to see me? You hit me like you hate me, but I kinda liked that.”

 You scoff. “Oh really? What does your wife have to say about that? Huh? Does she like it when you flirt with other women?”

 Yuta’s face falls, he’s about to respond, but you interrupt him. “I don’t know if it’s some kinda kink of yours to cheat on someone, but I’m not gonna be part of that, so fuck off. Don’t come by me again, don’t even look at me. And you can take that set back too! I bet she’d look better in it.” You push past him.

 “W-wait, y/n..” he runs after you as you stomp through the workplace halls now to get out. You bump into anyone standing in the way, too furious to even apologize.

 “You’re an insane, lying asshole that fuels his confidence by flirting with women and leaving them high and dry. Don’t you feel pathetic? Don’t you feel like a whore?!” You say loudly in the halls, gaining the attention of many agents walking by.

 “Y/n! Don’t do this..” he shakes his head and grabs your hand, forcing you to stop walking.

 You pull it back while grunting. “Why not, Yuta?! Let’s let everyone know, I’m gonna give everyone a fair warning! This guy is a damn good spy, but you know what he’s also good at? Fucking around to get information, all while his sweet wife waits for him back home in Tokyo!! Shall we give her a call too?!” You yell loud enough for everyone to hear.

 Yuta stares, but it’s not in anger, but something else. He swallows hard. “Y/n..you don’t understand.”

 “What’s there to understand? You’re just like most men out there. You pretend to love your wives, you pretend to love your mistresses! You only love the attention. You’re afraid of commitment because deep down, you’re insecure!”

 He shakes his head. “No..I never pretended..I never pretended to love—“

 “Don’t!" you put your hand up to stop him. "don't..give me that!” You yell even louder.

 Haechan sees you and everyone else staring in the halls. “Hey! What’s going on here? Everyone get back to whatever you’re doing.”

 “73! In my office now! Yuta?! Out of here before I call your boss!”

 Yuta walks away, his eyes looking glossy before he turns away from you.

 You follow Haechan to his office and sit down with practical smoke escaping your ears.

 “Y/n…what the hell was that?!” Did he just call you by your real name? Oh you’ve genuinely upset him this time. “You know some agents already believe you’re unfit to be working here again and here you are acting like this in the halls?! Do you know how unprofessional this is?”

 “I’m..sorry, I..don’t know what got into me.”

 Haechan sighs. “This is exactly why we don’t allow work relationships to fester.”

 “I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again. And definitely not with a married man. I apologize for being unprofessional and untrustworthy, it must have been a shock for you to see me like that.”

 “Wait..wait did you say “married?”

 You nod and figure you might as well tell him everything while you’re already embarrassing yourself. “I hacked the system sir..I found Yuta’s address and-“

 “Well if you hacked the system, you’d see Yuta is a widow…”

 Your mouth falls open as your eyes widen. “A..widow?”

 Haechan nods. “So you broke company policy by hacking our computers and didn’t even take the opportunity to read his file completely?” He scoffs. “His wife passed away from a car accident a few years ago. The guy who hit her was in a high-speed chase from the police, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and suffered from the criminal’s irresponsible actions. The criminal got away because of his connections to some pretty powerful people….That’s what made Yuta join us. He wanted to bring down high class criminals like him in an effort to honor his late wife. Eventually, he killed the man himself and decided to stay in the force to bring others to justice.”

 Your mouth falls in silence. Tears come to your eyes. You were such a jerk to him because you thought he was a cold-hearted cheater.

 Haechan crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “Women…always jumping to conclusions. Why didn’t you just ask him?”

 You blink rapidly. “Well..I..I saw the wedding pictures of them together in his house.”

 “He’s had a difficult time moving on, as any of us would.” He looks out of the window. “But it was nice to see him smile when he was with you…I haven’t seen him like that before.”

 You quickly get out of the chair and run out of the building to find him. “Hey! Y/N! I’m not done with you!” Haechan yells after you but you ignore him.

"God, I am going to fire her one day." Haechan grumbles.

 “Yuta!! Yuta!!!” You yell, but can’t seem to find him. 

 He’s gone, completely out of your sight. 

 “Damn it!” You say to yourself while in tears. How could you be so terrible to him?

 You run back into Haechan’s office.

 You pant. “Phone number, I need his phone number, please.”

 Haechan stares at you with a look of disbelief. “Have you completely lost your mind? You know I can’t give you that!”

 “Please…I’m begging you..I have to apologize..I promise it’s the last thing I ask of you.” You place both hands on his desk and look into his eyes.

 He nearly falls for the desperate look in them, but shakes his head. “It’s an absolute no-no in our company, y/n. I’m sorry..”

 “Ugh!!” You leave his office and head home.

[Five Months Later]

 There’s an international conference that is done ball-style to celebrate all of the agents. It takes place in an underground facility. You get dressed up and wear an emerald green gown with fallen sleeves. You look and feel gorgeous as you run your hands down your sides while looking in the mirror one last time before leaving.

 You aren’t sure if Yuta will be attending, but you hope he does so you can apologize.

 You enter the gold-filled mansion and join arms with your partner, Mark.

 He smiles widely. He looks spectacular in a velvet red suit and large gold watch. He smells amazing too.

 “You look stunning, y/n.” He speaks softly.

 You fail to hide your flustered feeling, smiling uncontrollably while twirling your thumbs. “Thank you..Mark.”

 He laughs and takes you to the floor where you meet other agents you’re familiar with.

 Yuta spots you from the balcony and thinks of how beautiful you look. He swallows his champagne and turns to walk outside to the balcony, but just before he does, he sees your partner, Mark, take you by the waist and kiss your cheek as you smile at him fondly.

 For about an hour, you’ve walked about the party saying hi to everyone, a bit disappointed that Yuta isn’t there.

 “Hello agents! It’s time to announce our evening awards!” Haechan stands on a lifted stage and speaks into a microphone. You all turn towards him to wait for the announcements. The final award of the night is the biggest of all. The company awards the Agent of The Year for their dedication to their job and expertise.

 “This award goes to..Mark!” Haechan begins clapping as does the large crowd.

 You turned to Mark and smiled widely. “Congrats!” You give him a big hug.

 Mark thanks you, then goes to make his acceptance speech. “I’m more than honored to be receiving this award tonight. There are so many talents here and I’m truly inspired by all of you. I would like to thank you for the opportunity, but I would also like to thank my beautiful..wonderful partner…y/n. She keeps me going, she lifts me up when I need her the most.” He looks down at you with wide eyes filled with love. You nod and giggle.

 “He isn’t just getting lifted up by her..is he?” Yuta says to himself while crossing his arms in the corner of the ballroom. He is jealous and suspects that Mark may have a crush on you, he just doesn’t know if you like him too.

 You enjoy the rest of the night with Mark who can't stop looking at you or touching your waist, with your permission of course.

 He leans in close while staring at your lips, but suddenly Yuta walks up behind him and clears his throat.

 Your eyes grow. “Oh! You’re here! Mark, this is Agent -"

 “Yuta..” he interrupts you and shakes Mark’s hand. “May I have a word?” He looks at you sternly.

 You nod quickly, feeling somewhat nervous when finally getting what you’ve been begging for, a meeting with the man you can’t stop thinking about. “Oh..ok, um excuse me Mark..”

 You and Yuta talk outside on the balcony.

 “Yuta…I’m..so so sorry for what I said and for making assumptions. I don’t know anything about you, and it was wrong for me to attack you. Haechan explained everything to me, and I really am sorry. I would’ve apologized sooner, but he refused to give me your contact info in respect for your privacy.” You look up at him, begging for him to look down and give you one of his smug smiles. But he doesn’t, he only looks out into the night and stands beside you. “Yuta..I just-“

 “Are you guys together?” He interrupts you again.

 “W-what?” You’re confused as he doesn’t seem interested in your apology.

 “You and Mark..are you fucking?” And that’s when he turns to you with furrowed brows. He feels weak by the sight of your gorgeous eyes under the moonlight and the way your features seem softer at night. You smell like raspberries and roses, and he loves it, it reminds him of springtime. It’s his favorite time of the year as Cherry Blossom Trees bloom.

 “Yuta!” You gasp.

 He smirks as you become flustered.

 You shake your head. “N-no we aren’t! But..wait, why does it matter to you anyway?”

 He shrugs his shoulders. “Just curious.”

 You smile slightly. “Huh..still the jealous bastard after all this time.”

 “And still the useless prude.” He pats your shoulder. “Glad you’re feeling better…sweetheart.” He says before walking past you and into the party.

 “W-wait..that’s it?” You turn to follow him, but he’s gone.

 “Damn he’s good at disappearing..” you huff.

[A Week Later]

 You drift into sleep while in the bathtub after a physically draining day at work. Two well trained criminals put up a pretty good fight when you captured them.

 Yuta makes himself at home and pours himself a glass of wine. He then sits on the couch facing your sliding bedroom doors where he’s able to see when you come out of the bathroom through a small crack in between them.

 He had placed your butterfly lingerie set out onto the bed.

 After a short nap, you rinse yourself off and come out. You start to lotion your body in a slight daze after waking up, Yuta watches your delicate fingers caress your smooth skin and wishes it were his, gliding up and down your ankles and thighs.

 He decides it’s time to let you know he’s there. You hear a gun cock from outside of your bedroom door.

 “Put it on.” A dark voice altered by a voice changing box says.

 You nod and look back on the bed at the set. You slowly drag your panties up. “Yuta?”

 “Shut it. Keep moving.”

 While standing in the gap between your doors, you face the man, attempting to make out his face. You squint while tying the bra in the front of your chest slowly.

 He wears a ghostface mask over a black turtleneck and black pants.

 You carefully reach over your dresser beside the door to grab your gun.

 Then swiftly pick it up and point it towards him. The man chuckles then stands up and walks towards you.

 “You won’t kill me because you’re not sure who I am, isn’t that right?”

 You nod. “You know me so well already..so that means..you won’t allow me to do this.”

 You point the gun to your temple. The man hesitates when walking forward. 

 After a few seconds he laughs. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be doing me a favor?”

 You smile slightly. ��Maybe..maybe not.”

 “After all, I’d finally be able to think clearly again.” 

 “You and I both know you want to be the one to kill me. Who am I to take that away from you?”

 You place the gun down and raise your hands. “So kill me Yuta..”

 “Not until I’ve fucked the pride out of you.. get on the bed.”

 You do as he says and kneel on the bed while looking at the mask.

 “Can I at least see your face?”

 He shakes his head. “No can do, sweetheart, I like watching you like this.” He sits beside you then taps his thigh. “Come on.”

 You ride his thigh as he continues to point his gun at you. Part of you felt more turned on by the role play, causing you to move faster. One hand rests at the small of your waist, carefully digging his fingertips into your soft skin. He smells so good, like citrus and cedar. He looks amazing too, his shirt hugging his arms.

 After just a few minutes you reach your high, but he doesn’t allow you to stop, he pushes the barrel onto your skin. “Keep moving, whore.”

 You do as he says while he holds your hip down with his other hand.

 He pushes the fabric of your panties to the side and puts his fingers in, making you cry out as he brushes his thumb onto your clit.

 “Ah! Yuta! Please.”

 “It’s “sir” to you.”

 You nod. “Yes, sir.”

 “Say you’re mine.”

 “Make me,” 

 “You’re a little slut, look at you getting so turned on by this…well I’ve got something for you.” 

 “Look at what I found..you even suck at hiding things.” He shows you your vibrator you his in your bedside drawer..apparently not well enough. 

 “Damn it..” you chuckle and close your eyes tightly.

 He takes his shirt off and pulls you over on top of him so your back rests against his chest as he rests against your headboard. He intertwines his legs with yours so he can control how open you are.

 With your knees now bent and your chest heaving, Yuta turns the vibrator on and places it onto your clit. He uses it mercilessly and on every setting, causing you to cum multiple times while crying out his name and grabbing his arm. 

 You squirm in his strong arms in an attempt to get away from him and close your legs, but he just won’t budge. “Don’t fight me, you know you’ll lose, sweetheart…just give me one more..you can do it for me, right?” He whispers into your ear and his husky tone sends chills down your spine.

 You cum again, trembling as you leak. You’re a mess, the sheets are a mess.

 He places the vibrator down, to flip you over on top of him. He places you on to his large, painfully restrained bulge. With his hands on your hips, he moves you up and down onto it. 

 He lets your hips go as you ride him on your own, but you’re so tired, you begin to move slower and close your eyes. He points the (empty) gun at you. “If you stop moving, I will shoot you.” Seeing you like this over him feels like a dream, he never imagined you’d be into this.

 You keep going, trying your best not to plead for him to take over, but you’re so tired, you can’t help it. “Yuta..I’m..tired.” 

 “Such a whiny brat, it’s only going to get worse for you.” He grabs your waist to hold you up slightly while sliding further down the bed. He then forces you down onto his mask. He makes you move back and forth while it’s on his face. 

 “Ah..fuck!” You grip the head board for stability, but the bumps and ridges of the mask nearly drive you insane. You feel crazy doing this, but for some reason you continue. You feel good and hot. Yuta is commanding and you feel the urge to do as he says.

 Just watching yourself right now, naked and riding a Halloween mask is turning you on more and more. What’s gotten into you? His hands still on your waist he chuckles when your whimpers become louder and louder until— your fingers go weak from gripping the headboard, your toes curl and your back arches as you release onto the mask. But he keeps you moving with his strong grip, even as you shake your head.

 “Please sir..can’t move anymore.” You’re overstimulated and tears fall out of your eyes.

 “My dick isn’t even inside you yet..keep working for it.”

 He pulls his mask off finally to reveal his tempting smirk. “Come on, let me taste you.” His tongue takes a deep dive into your already soaked flower, making you shake uncontrollably and cry out his name.

 He holds you still by spreading your buttcheeks with a tight grip and licking you all over.

 “Yuta!” 

 He spanks your ass. 

 “I’m sorry sir, so so sorry, please I can’t take more.” You try to pull away but fail. He only laughs and teases your swollen clit with rapid movements from the powerful tip of his tongue.

 “Oh my..fuck!” You climax again while he flattens his tongue.

 He flips you over so he’s on top of you now and pulls his pants down while sticking the gun into your mouth. He palms himself. “Is that how you’d suck me off?”

 You nod and sniffle as it goes deeper.

 Yuta is so turned on by the sight of your wet eyes, full cheeks and ruined face he goes crazy.

 He takes the gun out and runs it against your panties while making out with you finally. He takes your tongue over, forcing you to taste yourself as he moans.

 He then pushes the gun into the fabric to tease your clit once again. You struggle to move away, you try to push his hand away, but he giggles and pushes the gun against you harder.

 “You should be happy this isn’t a knife.” 

 He places the gun to the side and pulls your panties down while licking his lips. He kisses your scars and all the way down your belly before breathing against your opening. He teases it with his fingers while watching your face above him. “Ready for me, baby?”

 You nod and he finally pushes his length into you causing you to curse in harmony at the feeling of being connected after all this time. Despite being tired, your body grips him, taking everything he has as he forces his entire length into you at once, making you move against the sheets on your bed.

 You wince as he stretches you. “Slow..please..”

 He shakes his head. “Too much for you already?”

 You groan. Unable to talk as he goes in even deeper, your pussy betraying you by swallowing him in like it’s been begging for it for years.

 He pulls out completely before rubbing the tip along your folds to gather more essence and dipping into you again.

 You grab his hip with one and the sheets beside you with the other, reaching for anything that will get you through this and keep you sane.

 “I said..is it too much?” He grunts, thrusting into you hard. You arch your back and cry out.

 “Look at how desperate and pathetic you look right now, you can’t even speak straight can you? What happened to my smart talker? Got nothing to say while my dick is in you huh?”

 His cocky talk, low tone and look only adds to your arousal.

 He watches your breasts move in the pretty bra he bought you and you watch as his tongue darts across his lips. He loves to ruin you with every powerful thrust, and honestly, you love it too.

 You cum hard, growing dizzy as you try to push him away.

 He laughs at the way your weak hands press against him. “Come on sweetheart I’m not done with you yet, look at how tight you are, still need to make sure this pussy remembers me after tonight.”

He flips you over and takes you from behind, using your limp body to milk himself clean. Your velvet still grips him hard and it drives him crazy, the random clenches, the moans that vibrate through your body and onto him.

 All you can focus on is the warmth of his skin against yours and the way his fingers grip your skin. 

 He leans over and whispers, you can feel his long hair delicately touch your neck. “Do you like it when I’m inside you, fucking you silly like this?”

 “Yes…sir.” You let out embarrassingly. He squeezes his fingers into your cheeks as he grabs your chin.

“You don’t even remember your own name, do you, sweetheart?” He slams into you harder and grunts, your eyes shut and you let out a high pitched squeal.

 “You’ll never think of anyone else but me when I’m done with you..when I’m done filling you up until you leak for days.” 

 You clench at his words causing him to laugh and push even harder.

 “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”

 “Y-you..”

 “Huh?” He slaps your ass hard. “I didn’t hear that.” He pulls your hair so your head goes back

 You squeal. “You! Belong to you, sir.”

 “Good..then I’m gonna fuck you..again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust* and again *thrust and slap to your clit*“

 You cum instantly while screaming into your bed. You shake and grab Yuta’s shoulder behind you. “Sir..fuck..oh god.”

 He pulls out watching as your essence drips down your legs. He bends down to face your opening, licking it up slowly and using his fingers in combination to abuse your pussy and clit even more.

 Placing his arm under you, he turns you over so you lay on the bed face up.

 You watch him as he hovers over you, twirling the strings of your butterfly bra with his fingers. “Shall I unwrap my present?”

 You bite your bottom lip and nod.

 He smirks while pulling the strings slowly, carefully pulling it apart to reveal your breasts. The way he watches you through low eyes as his fingertips touch your sensitive skin ever so lightly makes you needy. You swallow hard.

 “Fuck..so pretty..” he gazes at your naked chest, the sight being incomparable to anything he’s ever seen. He’s so hard, it’s unbearably painful. He leans down to lick each hard nipple while you run your hands through his hair.

 He sucks them hard as his thumb runs your clit. He’s hypnotized by your chest, but it doesn’t distract him from his main goal of getting you to cum in his mouth again.

 He lowers himself so he can lick your aching flower.

 “Y-Yuta..” you pant as oversensitivity makes you so light headed you fear you might pass out at any moment. “Please sir..can’t —t-take.”

 You grab his long hair.

 “I decide when I’m done with you, got that? So stop begging, before I fuck you with my gun too.”

 You hiccup at his threat and fall back into the bed.

 After making you cum with his mouth again, your hold on his hair weakens. He holds onto the headboard and uses his other hand to guide his cock through your folds, coating it with your release to ease himself once more. You flinch and push yourself up on your elbows away from him.

 He clicks his tongue, still sliding his tip in between. “Where you going, sweetheart? Didn’t you say this pussy is mine?”

 You nod. “..but..I don’t think I can…” you can barely croak out.

 Yuta makes a pouty face and kisses your lips to distract you from the fact that he’s burying himself into your sopping pussy once again.

“Yeah you can..be a good girl for me, I just wanna see you swollen with my babies..let me do that for you, sweetheart..that’s what you want right?” He whispers huskily against your lips and rubs his thumb along your cheek.

  You nod and whimper. 

 “Good girl..” he leans back to watch himself enter you with ease. He places his hands into the crooks of your knees and pushes them down towards your chest, allowing him to see more of you.

 “You’re so beautiful..I missed you.” He whispers as he takes long deep strokes into your body. “What’s my name, baby? Say it for me. Who is making you feel this good?”

 “Yuta..yes, Yuta! Yuta, right there..oh my..” your breath hitches as you unravel and quiver again.

 It doesn’t take long for him to empty himself deep inside you as your pussy clenches and milks him dry.

 You cry out his name and dig your nails into his back.

 “Ahhh…fuck ..that’s it..” he runs his thumb along your lips and he closes his eyes tightly. It feels amazing to be this deep inside you, finally filling you to the brim like he’s fantasized about since the night of your mission together. A part of him doesn’t want to stop, but when he opens his eyes after nearly 2 minutes of enjoying the feeling, he sees that you’ve passed out, your hands now at your sides as you rest.

 He pulls out and watches a stream of cum leave your pussy. He could fuck it back into you, fuck you back awake but he decides to let you sleep.

 He grabs a cloth and cleans you up before carefully taking your bra off completely so that you can rest comfortably. He lays down in bed while holding you in his arms. And after draping the blanket over your bodies, the two of you sleep quietly. It’s the first time in a while that he’s felt his heart yearn for someone.

 The next morning, you wake up in Yuta’s arms and remember all that happened and that it wasn’t just an amazing dream. Your body is still sore and tired. You stare at his facial features as he sleeps quietly.

 “I’m sorry..I’m so sorry..” you whisper as you place his hair behind his ears.

 “I know..I forgive you.” He opens his eyes to trace over your lips.

 You kiss him deeply, holding his face in your palms while falling into him. You pull away after a few seconds and rest your forehead against his.

 “Why do you keep coming back?” You ask him.

 He laughs and tries to think of a smart remark but fails. “The truth is…I don’t think I can ever live without you..” he smiles then kisses you again. “You’re the worst spy, but the best companion”

 “So..what do you say?” He asks curiously. “I mean, someone has to take care of you..” He rubs your back slowly. It’s new, but nice to see him like this, completely captivated by you.

 “Hmm I say..you need some mouthwash right about now.” You tease him before jumping out of the bed and running to the bathroom.

 “Hey!” He runs after you.

 You decide to date after, continuing to insult each other in your daily lives all while remembering that you’d sleep together at the end of it all. And eventually, you do get married and become a badass spy couple.

[The End]

thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :))

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Most to Least : Mommy kink ft 127

MOST:

TAEYONG - just look at him, it's so visible that he has one. You do something sexy asf during sex and he's just like "OMG MOMMY." Like it's just second nature to him, or he looks at you just existing and in his mind he's like "Mommy..." He said it out loud once by accident when yall were conversating with his members, Ps. Johnny has never let it go🤭

HAECHAN - I think it's very clear that he would be down for any kink, he's freaky as fuck– not only does he say it during sex but he says it on the regular.(regular huh?) Like you could be washing the dishes and he hugs you from behind and is like "Hey mommy" with a lil smirk.🤫

MARK - OH FOR SURE. Mostly during his orgasms, like it's an intense one too–it catches you by surprise almost. "Oh fuck‐ m-mommy~". HJFIWBSHXBWKSNFBW. he sometimes doesn't even realize how frequently he says it. He's just too cute with it that you need to hear it again and make him have like 1 (3) more orgasm.

JAEHYUN - I feel like jaehyun is a switch at heart and a sucker for dom women, he likes to see someone that is stereotypically seen as the sub part of a relationship to tell him what to do and order him around during sex and just use him as a sex doll– OFF TOPIC SORRY YALL🤭🤭 anyways he would fucking love to call you mommy, he'd be hesitant at first bc he don't wanna weird you out but c'mon you gave him a boob job- A BOOB JOB and it just slipped out. "Oh shit mommy oh my god". WOOOOOOO. After that it just kept coming out..or should I say cumming? I'm Sorry...

JUNGWOO - he mostly says it for teasing or fun purposes, I can see you're like sucking him off and then you do something that catches his attention he's just like "ooo~ mommy~" and wiggles his eyebrows. I would count it as a kink most definitely because even before yall were a thing he use to see pretty girls and be like "she's mommy for sure." Then it kinda slid into your relationship.

DOYOUNG - it would be rare, but its not like it won't happen at all. Funny thing it didn't even start off sexual, STORY TIME: he was very intoxicated and had a hang over the next day obviously, you were giving him pain killers for the migraine he had and he faintly laid his head on your shoulder sleepily saying " Thank you Mommy ". BOY DID THAT BECOME RATED R QUICKLY. atp you wanted him to moan it instead😭. It's mostly when you take care of him (sexually or non) that he says it but it's still rare.

YUTA - he's not totally off that idea, he just rather call you pretty,gorgeous, princess, & baby. He's had a conversation with haechan about this and the younger boy suggested for him to call you that one time and see what happens, Yuta tried it. Wasn't really his cup of tea. It didn't roll off his tongue the way he anticipated it to, so he never really says it to you unless you ask (beg).

JOHHNY & TAEIL - Since I can't really figure it out, I put them together bc they level each other out. Johnny just rathers calling you beautiful or sweetheart,baby,& pretty kinda similar to yuta. He also rather you call him daddy AHEM! 🧍🏾‍♀️, it's just not in his nature to do that. He joked maybe a few dozen times abt it seeing you in something cute/hot he's like "Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry." Then cringes. HXWBUDDBWK. Taeil on the other hand is like "A what kink?" Like he's genuinely distraught. It's giving the same energy as haechan saying bop and him having no clue what it means, you explain mommy kink to him and he's like " that's nice...for other people though :) " passive aggressively telling you, ITS NOT HAPPENING WITH HIM SIS 😭😭 he likes to think you were joking with him from the jump. When he wants to be evil though, he pretends he's gonna say it but doesn't at all. Sorry hard taeil stans:/ (including me it was hard for me to write this part tbh😪)

LEAST:

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#nct #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #mark lee #jung jaehyun #johnny suh #haechan #nakamoto yuta #lee taeyong #kim doyoung #kim jungwoo #moon taeil #nct smut #nct drabbles #nct headcanons #nct with mommy kinks??? #i might need to elaborate on jaehyun Taeyong and mark in a different post👀 #johnny just rathers you sitting on his face ffs🤷🏾‍♀️ #taeyong really be the ring leader for everything huh🤫

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LET’S KEEP IT SECRET

pairing: Yuta x reader

others: Jaehyun as y/n’s best friend, SM Rookies

genre: series | idol!au | smut | angst | fluff

warnings: smut! (read if you're 18+ only), idol!nct, idol!y/n, from SM Rookies till today, readers mom is degrading, love triangle

words: 14k

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

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Why did life feel so overwhelming? Why did it feel like you were stepping on your own throat when you were just trying to chase after you dreams? 

Why were you avoiding contact with outer world for the past three days if what you were doing was for your own good? Why were you hiding in your room and chocking on your tears instead of spending your last minutes with the people that became your family?

”You should only do what’s best for you.” Your mom stated plainly, placing chopsticks in front of you. 

”Is it best for you to move there?” your dad asked softly.

”Maybe?” you looked up to the ceiling with a spoon in your mouth.

”It is. As long as they’re going to put money on your bank account and give you success they are much better than that company that left you caged in.” 

”SME is still probably the best out there.” You sighed.

”If they did not put you into that group, they are most definitely are blind for talent. What was the name of the group? L-red? Whatever it is, even the name is tasteless.” you paused, glitching with your mouth open as the chopsticks were about to deliver food on your tongue. What-, was your mom blaming the company? Was she not eating your brains out for not being enough- ”What are you staring at? Eat! Eat!” She hurried you suddenly, making you choke on sprouted beans.

”Did you hear that?” You whispered, following the figure of your mom with eyes. ”She tried to… cheer me up?” You squeezed your face in confusion.

”We’ll always be on your side, child. Now eat, you’ll need a lot of strength to show your best in the new place.” You nodded, wishing you could just give up the feelings inside you.

The moment you stepped out of the meeting room all the confidence faded and it became harder to walk, to breathe even. You got back to your room in dead silence as the SME employee dropped you off in front of the dorm and haven’t gotten out since, unless it wasn’t for the bathroom or the fridge or the lunch to tell your parents the news. 

It was hard to come out and look at the people you were about to abandon. It was difficult thinking of the unknown that was on your path as soon as you left the comfort of the company, the dorm that became your home. Were you selfish? Is the wish to be famous even pure? Were you just dying to be on stage because singing is your dream? Were you just an egoist and next steps would be walking over people just because you wanted to reach something else? 

A single thought of Yuta hurt your insides. He’s going to be pissed, he’s going to scream and probably will not talk to you ever again and to be fair, you’d probably do the same. You felt anxious because you knew there was no reason for him to happily accept the news, to let you go and wave as you exited the dorm and a huge part of his life. What would it be like to not have the safe space where you could see each other whenever? What would it be like to have to put in real effort to make it possible to see each other? The thoughts were just giving you anxiety, you were anxious before, when the word of NCT debut spread, but that feeling in the past was nothing in comparison to what you were feeling now.

You knew Jaehyun would at least try to understand, it is so him to try and put in effort to make everything better. You gulped and sat up. He would put in so much effort to make you feel better even now and you could feel it with your whole being, he had that utter believe in you and it would help him understand where you were coming from. He’s probably going to be upset and hurt but he’ll take the news because he’s the soft-hearted boy you love dearly and he would never want anything less than the best for you. 

Koeun would just cry, you knew that and knew that you would cry too so it’s probably the easiest to tell her. You almost jumped up to go and find her but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk saying it all to anyone because saying it would make it real.

You knew that it was pretty real, there was an article prepared by the management already to announce your parting from SME activities starting Monday after you signed the contract and you could only wonder when will someone at the dorm see the article, you wanted them not to at all, but it was kind of inevitable to get attention from everyone at the company at least. You almost hit your head on the wall, realising that every one of your friends would understand everything even before the article, when you’ll move out.

Your phone made a sound that made your insides flip. Getting notifications became a disturbing thing, living a cave life. 

from: Jaehyun. 

“i have a very important question.”

to: Jaehyun

“go ahead”

from: Jaehyun

“are we still getting drunk on your birthday?” 

to: Jaehyun

“yeah.” 

“trying to back off?” 

from: Jaehyun

“you were silent I got confused” 

“tbh I wonder what to buy”

to: Jaehyun

“ask Yuta?” 

from: Jaehyun

“he’ll ask why I’m asking and would want to come too” you smirked.

to: Jaehyun 

“I won’t mind” 

from: Jaehyun. 

“I thought it’s just you and me.” 

It took less than a moment for a message to follow up. 

“I mean, if you want other people then that’s cool.” 

to: Jaehyun

“No, you’re right. Just you and me.”

“Just get sojus and beers.”

”And you should buy a lot, I’m sure I have great alcohol tolerance kkk”

“I want to be real drunk”

”Like real-real.” To tell you, that I’m not going to be here anymore, you swallowed. 

from: Jaehyun

“is everything okay?” 

to: Jaehyun 

“yuuup.”

“It’s our first time drinking!!!”

“we’re going to a safe place, I trust you. I want to have fuuuun”

from: Jaehyun

“no twister then…?:(“ you laughed at the message

to: Jaehyun

“oh”

“if you’re not scared to break your skinny legs then why not kkkkkk”

You stared at the phone for a while, but Jaehyun seemed to be off the chat already, putting your phone away too. 

What exactly did your plans for the future sound like? Not the future future, but at least a couple of days before you’re leaving? 

Well, they were vey unclear to you. One thing was set for sure - on Friday you’re signing all the official papers, right after you turned of age. 

Your breath hitched when you realised. 

“My parents.” you mumbled and looked at your phone to see what time it was. Not that late to give that JYPE woman a call, you reckoned and ran up to the jacket you wore on the day of meeting, fishing a card out of your pocket. 

“Lee Soonhyuk, I’m listening.” she picked up the phone quicker than you built up courage, her voice already was filling the line as your brain was coming up with words to say. 

“Mrs. Lee Soonhyuk, it’s Y/n, we met at SME.” you gulped. 

“Oh, Y/n! How are you doing? Nice hearing from you, I hope you’re not calling me to say you’ve changed your mind.”

“No, no.  Mrs. Lee, I wanted to ask you questions, and you’ve told me to call you if I have anything to ask. Actually….” you realised that maybe you should’ve not taken her words literally “maybe you could give me your colleagues contacts, I could ask them.”

“No, no, no. Y/n, darling, you could ask me, it’s fine. We’re going to work together, I have to make sure you understand perfectly how the work flows at JYPE.” You nodded and then realised that she wouldn’t know if you did so or not. ”Go ahead, you can ask.” She broke off the silence that suddenly hung between you.

“Right, do I need my parents with me at the signing this Friday?” 

“How old are you, again?”

“I’m 18 this Wednesday.” 

“No, you’re legally okay to sign these papers yourself, but if you want to, they’re more than welcome to support you through the journey.”

“I… okay, thank you.” 

“For sure. Anything else?”

“Yes. Can I move to JYPE dorms this Friday?”

“Can I ask if everything is okay between you and your friends?”

“Yes, yes. I just hoped I could start adjusting to my new home quickly.” 

“Oh… oh… sure, if that’s what you want I’ll happily arrange everything.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you for calling! And have a great birthday! See you on Friday.” 

“Yes, Mrs. Lee, thank you, goodbye.”

-

“Koeun?” you called out when three knocks on your door disturbed the silence. There was no response, just three more knocks that kind of made you mad. “Yes?” you called out once again and finally stood up. “What is it?” you sighed and opened the door. “Oh…”

“Happy birthday to you!” A loud group sang in front of your door. 

“Wha-, what are you all doing.” you smiled shocked, suddenly feeling like you could cry right this very moment. You were trying to abandon these people, pack your bags and runaway without a notice and they were in front of your door singing a happy birthday and caring for you. You hid your mouth in your palms staring at each of your friends.

“Blow the candle!” Jaehyun exclaimed and you finally focused your eyes on his face. Your best friend held the cake, smiling all too widely showing off to you his dimples. You smiled too, finally, holding your palms under your chin to make a wish. 

“Make it a good one.” Yuta’s voice stroke through your body right into your heart. You grinned widely noticing the boy you were missing terribly due to your recent life decisions. 

“I will.” you nodded and closed your eyes before you could blow out the candles. 

“Hey.” Yuta called out for you after the hugs and birthday wishes from all your friends were finally given and wished, as you stood in the corner of your room with Jaehyun glued to your side by wrapping his hand over your shoulders. You were trying to discuss quietly the plans for your secret party while others were too preoccupied to share the cake equally. “Can you help me?” he walked up to you two closer, running his eyes visibly over your hand that was entwined over Jaehyun’s waist. 

“Yeah? How?” 

“We need plates for the cake, can you show me where you keep ‘em?”

“Yes, sure.” you smiled at Yuta and untangled yourself from Jaehyun, leading the way to the kitchen. “We keep th- Ugh, ouch.” you cried out and ran your hand over your mouth immediately. “What are you doing?” you giggled, wrapping your hands over Yuta’s neck, as he turned you around to face him. 

“I wanted to wish my beautiful girl a very happy birthday.”

“You already did.” you teased. 

“I did, but it’s not everything I wanted to do.” he walked you slowly backwards over to the countertops.

“Yeah? What else is there?” you couldn’t stop smiling even for a second with the way Yuta’s eyes burned holes into yours. You licked your lips as your back hit the countertops. 

“A lot was planned, but since we’re short on time…” Yuta placed his hands on the back of your thighs, helping you to jump onto the flat surface. 

“This is… new.” you chuckled, as he pulled your body closer to the edge, forcing you to allow him stand between your legs. 

“There’s a lot of things that are going to be new to you in the nearest time.” he chuckled and made your heart miss a few beats. He didn’t even know how right he was about it. “I’ve got something for you.” 

“You do?”

“Yes.” he reached out to his back pocket and showed a fist in front of your face. You caressed the skin of his fingers with yours and he opened them up. 

“Are we getting married?” you joked before you could think, you didn’t mean to be mean towards Yuta’s gift. 

“No, but these have your birthday and mine engraved.” you grabbed the ring and did see it for yourself, there was a heart engraved on the outer side of it as well. 

“This… must’ve cost a whole lot.” 

“It wouldn’t matter even if it did.” 

“Yuta.” you sighed and placed the rings back into Yuta’s palm. Your eyes met his and you got emotional. 

“This is getting heavy…” he paused “I’m into you, I hope you know that, but the job is getting heavy on me, not letting me see you, be with you, take you on open dates, kiss you when I want to, tell the whole wide world I’m in love with the most talented, beautiful, outstanding girl in the world. I know these rings won’t help much to stop missing you when we’re not together, but… just by looking at it I’ll remember I have you during hard times… Will know that I have someone to hold and love, and I want you to feel the same way when you’re having a hard time, or if you just miss me suddenly. This,” he held the ring with his birthday engraved between his fingers, putting it onto your finger. “goes onto your finger, and this one, is supposed to go on mine, but…”

“But…?” you asked still smiling.

“But to not draw attention, will go onto my neck.” he reached out to the chain he wore and made the ring go through it and put the chain back on his neck. 

You reached out to play with the ring hanging over his chest, before you hid it under the shirt, reaching out to caress Yuta’s cheek and then leaning in more to kiss his lips softly. 

“I really-really do love you.” you mumbled into his lips. 

“I love you too.” Yuta’s hands held your head, pulling you a little back. “Let’s spend some time alone.” you nodded excitedly. You would spend all the time you had alone with Yuta, he didn’t need to ask. “Tonight? Or tomorrow night?”

“Oh, no…” 

“Mmh?” Yuta pecked your jaw and made you shiver. 

“I can’t tomorrow.” 

“Something exciting?” 

“No…” you shook your head. “Just agreed to hang out with Jaehyun earlier.” 

“Will I ever be the first one to ask you to hang out?” 

“Mmm… no?” you squinted your eyes. “He seems to always be one step quicker.” you teased, Yuta moved his palm onto your jaw, squeezing it between his fingers. 

“You’re mine anyway even if he’s 10 steps quicker with invitations” he tried to sound serious but his eyes gave him away. Yuta pulled your face closer to his, peppering kisses all over your face all of a sudden. 

“Yuta.” you cried out for mercy, holding onto his wrist as he didn’t leave a single inch of your face, finally being done with it and moving his lips onto your neck, to hide his face in the crook of it, holding your body tightly with his hands. 

The sudden silence dropped over the room, you ran your hands over Yuta’s back a couple of times, finally setting them over his nape. 

“I really want you to stay when everyone leaves.”

“Why?” he raised his head a little to see your face. 

“To… I don’t know, maybe just do the same thing but horizontally.” 

“Okay.” he chuckled, and bent his neck weirdly to be able to kiss you. You quickly kissed him back, pressing onto his body with yours. Your fingers ran over his nape soothingly, while you asked for permission to enter his mouth with your tongue. You haven’t kissed Yuta for so long, you haven’t touched or seen him at all for so long you were not able to possibly detach yourself from his body. 

Of course, if only the situation didn’t ask for it. The little screech your door always made was inevitable for you to miss, and even though just a moment before the sound flooded your mind Yuta rocked his hips into yours and turned you into a flooded pool, your hands were quick to push him off and your feet were even quicker to jump off that countertop. 

“Shit!” you exclaimed, hitting your foot as you jumped off on one of the handles. 

“Are you okay?” Yuta squatted in front of your seated body, reaching out to your cheek. 

“Are you guys okay?” Jaehyun asked concerned and Yuta moved his hand away. 

“I hit my toe!” you cried out.

“H… how?” he asked confused. 

“This stupid door, ouch.” 

“I’m at a loss of words.” Jaehyun smiled a little. “I could not possibly imagine hitting your toe on the door handle of a cupboard.”

“What do you want?” you hissed. 

“Plates, people are starving in your room.” Jaehyun’s eyes ran over the kitchen. “Where are they? I thought you went to get them.” 

“Yes.” you sighed, still holding on to the toe you hit. “Yuta, they’re in the cupboard on the left.” 

“Okay.” the boy stood up to finally get the plates. 

Jaehyun watched you sit on the floor and when his eyes focused too much on your probably way too swollen lips, you reached out a hand to him, and his eyes moved to it.

“Please, help.” you whined and reached out your other hand too, so Jaehyun could pull you into the standing position. “Thanks.” you pecked his cheek as the pulling motion he made forced you too close to him. 

“I’m taking these back to the room.” Yuta shoved the plates between you two. 

”Okay.” You nodded. 

“Did you cry?”

“Mmh?” You asked confused.

“You’re flushed like you cried or something.”  

“No.” You quickly replied, slowing down with your words to not seem weird. “Blood rushed to my face after I hit my toe.“

“Okay.” he chuckled. 

“Do you plan on staying for long?” you asked hesitantly as you two walked back to the room. 

“Me?”

“Everyone else.” 

“Do you-, I mean, should I tell everyone to go?” 

“Yes, please… I’m a little tired.” 

“Okay, I’ll tell everyone to go.” 

“Thank you.” you raised your head to take a look at him, caught with Jaehyun’s stare as he was already looking at you.  

“Of course.” his hand ruffled your hair, before opening the door. 

-

“I think, we should head back.” Jaehyun stretched out his arms, acting tired not much later after the two of you returned. 

“Yeah, you’re right, I have school tomorrow.” Mark put the plate on the floor. 

“Me too.” Koeun jumped up next to the boy.

“Let’s call it a night then.” you pursed your lips, catching a glimpse of Yuta. He sat in the corner quietly, not attracting anyones attention. You wondered if it really would work out like that, moving your gaze from him to not give him away. 

“You know… I thought…”

“Mmh?” you raised eyebrows at Jaehyun attentively. The others were leaving your room but Jaehyun was slow and almost teasing with the time he took to leave. 

“I wanted to make your birthday special. Can we have the whole day tomorrow together? Like a birthday breakfast, then we could do something fun and have our little party afterwards? What you think?” Jaehyun bit onto his lower lip while expecting the answer. You smiled at him softly, he couldn’t look any cuter than that. 

“Do you not have schedules and other things?”

“I really don’t.”

“Let’s see in the morning, parents probably will call me.”

“Okay.” he nodded and sat a little away from you. “Ugh, Yuta?” you almost swore loudly in distress. “Is he asleep? He sleeps with his eyes open sometimes.” Jaehyun looked at you confused.

“I don’t know… should we just let him be?” Jaehyun chuckled at you. 

“Yuta?” The boy called his friend, calling his name once again when Yuta didn’t react. 

“Yes?”

“Let’s go, the party’s over.” Jaehyun stood up and looked at you as a goodbye. 

“Go ahead, I’m catching up.”

“I’ll wait, it’s fine.” Jaehyun walked to the door and turned around to face both of you. “We’re going to the same floor anyway.” he looked attentively at you. 

“I was actually planning to go to a convenience store.” Yuta stretched out his body nonchalantly.

“At this hour?” you held back to not make a joke about Jaehyun’s nerd antics. 

“Yes, I’m craving a lemonade.” Yuta shrugged and walked up to Jaehyun. You watched the figure of the older guy pass you quickly confused. He must’ve gotten an idea on how to trick Jaehyun out of your room. “Want to go with me?” Yuta turned around to look at you, ignoring Jaehyun’s presence in a weird attempt to hurt him, probably. 

“She’s tired.” Jaehyun stated sounding tired himself. “And asked me to make everyone go.”

“Including you.” it wasn’t a question, Yuta stated the obvious to Jaehyun’s face for no reason. 

“I know.”

“Honestly.” your heavy sigh broke off their head butting. “You two should probably leave already.” 

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun lowered his eyes to the feet like he was scolded. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, you two.” 

You sighed once again, as the boys closed the door behind them. 

Jaehyun needed to know the status of your relationship with Yuta, you thought to yourself undoing the sheets of your bed. If he did know he’d allow the private space between you and Yuta to at least exist. The frustration bubbled up in your stomach. You just wanted to hug Yuta’s waist and feel his hands cover you like a shield, feel his hot breath and listen to whatever he had to say. Probably something that would make you chuckle and blush. 

You dropped the pillows onto the floor with force. 

”I should not be mad at Jaehyun. He meddles unknowingly.” You started talking to yourself in an inner battle, probably looking insane to everyone on the outside. ”Maybe he gets in the way just because he doesn’t understand how it is when you want to spend time one on one with someone you love?” With a pyjama set in your hands you grabbed a fresh towel to shower. 

The best way to get over your frustration and longing over Yuta’s touch was to just get to bed quickly and wake up fresh and happy tomorrow. 

A knock on your door though invaded your loneliness and your eyes focused on the door expectingly. It didn’t open, you voiced out what you thought. ”I’m in bed already.” You lied tired, someone probably forgot their belongings in your room, but you were not in the mood to give it back even if their life depended on it. Another knock followed and you threw clothes in your hands onto the bed, fiercely walking up to the door.

”I’m sleeping, who are you?” You turned off the light on your way to the door to make it less obvious you weren’t in fact yet in bed. 

”I thought you wanted to see me.” Yuta smirked as you opened the door, being swayed away by his hands, that pulled you swiftly away from the door to lock it from the inside. He then quickly pushed you against the door before you could even come up with any words, all sorts of emotions circulating over your body. 

”How-”

”I messed with Jaehyun.” Yuta chuckled, pressing his fingers onto your cheek. You leaned in to capture your boyfriends lips in a kiss, holding on to the hem of his shirt. Yuta let go of your face, keeping the eye contact with you, his fingers trailed down to your shoulders. You felt heated just by being close to him, standing next to the door of your pitch black room, not even a dim street light inside with your black out curtains. Was it normal to feel so heavy in your lower stomach from this brief interaction? 

Yuta pressed on your shoulders, making you lean against the door. His lips followed yours, and when you were about to open your mouth to talk, Yuta laid his lips atop of yours. ”I thought you said you were in bed already, these seem to not be your sleeping clothes.”

”I lied because I was frustrated.” Yuta tried to talk more, forcing you to wrap your arms over his neck so the boy in front of you would not be able to move away anymore. You tried to kiss him slower, savour the kiss, make him stay for as long as possible because actually, you didn’t know for how long was he planning on to stay with you.

You opened your mouth and Yuta slipped in his tongue, pushing your body more against the door. You pulled him in closer too, Yuta pushing his thigh between your legs. 

”I actually came here for a reason.” he pressed your head to the door to not let you follow his mouth for more kisses. 

”Yeah? What is the reason?”

”To spend time with you. I’m not sure you’ve been missing me, but I obviously miss spending time with you. Now that you’re going to spend an entire day with Jaehyun, not just a day - your birthday, I thought we could at least be together at night.” You pouted slightly at your boyfriends face expression. “In case your brain wonders if I’m playing or not, I am not. I might be a little hurt at the fact he’s ahead of me.“

”If only Jaehyun knew, it’d be so much easier to reject him.” Yuta pushed himself off the door, walking over to the bed. You followed behind. ”Now if I’m going to tell him I can’t see him during the day, he’s going to ask why and I’m terrible with lying.” You kneed your mattress next to Yuta, wrapping arms over his shoulders. ”I think I’m going to tell him tomorrow night.” You attracted Yuta’s attention. 

“I think I’m at the state where I don’t really want to stop you from telling him.” you nodded your head in agreement, wrapping your hands tighter. 

”Since you’ve began debut preparations we barely interact.” You gulped, kissing Yuta’s temple. ”Maybe later on we won’t be able to even have this.” There was only so little time to tell Yuta you were moving out and you were wasting it, tip-toing over the topic like a fool.

”Don’t.” his arm wrapped your body, pulling you down onto the mattress with him. ”When we’re going to Japan next-”

”I’m not going to Japan this time.” You didn’t let him finish feeling full on ashamed. The damned SMTown in Japan that you completely forgot about. 

”Why?”

”I was told I’m not, I didn’t ask any further questions.” you cringed at your own lying. You were terrible, indeed. You hid your face against Yuta’s chest.

”I’m sorry.” Yuta pulled you more onto his body, running his palm over your cheek. ”I wanted to say since last time we didn’t get the chance, I wanted you to meet my family this time, but-.”

”Oh, Yuta.” You felt more upset than you probably should’ve in Yuta’s perspective, but in your perspective - when would you get a chance to visit Japan next time at all?

”It’s okay, it’s not your fault, baby.” It is, in fact, you sighed. ”Next time they’ll visit me here you’ll come with me to meet them, okay?” You nodded, Yuta capturing your lips with his. 

“I wish I could meet your sisters.” 

“Momoka probably will come to Korea with my parents and Haruna… I’m not sure.” he suddenly thought too seriously of it. 

”Do you think you’d want to meet my family…if we had a chance…?” Yuta paused his breathing. 

“Mmmh, yes baby.” He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, pressing your side against his body. “This makes me feel so happy and calm. I want to sleep here with you every night until we’re moving somewhere else.” 

“Is that happening soon?” 

“The date’s not set, but, probably, yes.” 

“We’ll still be able to see each other, right?”

“Of course, baby, I’ll make all the time in the world to see you.” 

“I worry… sometimes… how will it be when you’ll debut.” 

“We, debut.“ He corrected you “First we’ll have to get used to the new reality in front of us and then… we’ll have each other and will be happy.”

“I wish it’d be like you describe it.” you turned more onto your side to rub the back of your hand against Yuta’s cheek. 

“We should not be sad about us on your birthday. It’s better we have some fun.” you smiled at the boy. 

“How?” His hand pulled your face in front of his. “In that way?” you whispered. 

“I didn’t bring condoms.” 

“Why? I thought you came here for that.”

“No.” he chuckled at you fully amused. “I came back without a second thought. Just to have time with you, sleeping is also good, we can do just sleeping.”

“Okay.” you stretched out a smile. “I’m going to shower first, though.”

“Okay, I’ll be right here.” he smiled and you smiled back, pecking Yuta’s lips quickly. 

-

“Hi.” you said quietly, clearing up your voice as you tried to sound more cheerful. 

You couldn’t work out what time it was but the sun was already beaming behind the curtains, you could tell. Your body still felt genuinely tired and you wished it wasn’t too late into the day. 

“Honey, are you still sleeping?” your dad asked softly. “It’s midday.” Oh fuck, you thought. So it is pretty late in the day, you tried to move yourself in bed but Yuta’s deadly grip on your body was of no help. 

“Yeah, I got to bed pretty late last night.” You didn’t actually know what time you got to bed even. It was hard to tell since after you got out of the shower Yuta felt like taking a quick shower too and when the both of you got in bed the time stopped moving in the little universe you were in when you were next to Yuta. You talked and kissed, embraced each other and then just quietly laid next to one another, before everything turned out a little more heated than you expected, finally being completely tired and unable to keep on functioning. “Don’t tell mum.” you chuckled.  

“Happy birthday, baby.” your dad finally said what he planned to start the conversation with.

“Thank you.” you smiled. 

“I love you very much, I hope you know that I’m always on your side, I’ll always support you and do anything for you. I hope you’re healthy and happy.” he paused for a moment before you could get too sentimental at his words. “I know you’re going to achieve in life everything you wish for. Just, please, be happy, healthy and eat well. I love you.”

“Dad.” you gulped. “I hope you’re not crying.”

“I’m a though cookie baby, I’m not.” a breathy laugh left his lips.

“I love you too, thank you.”

“Of course.” the line went silent, you heard a little shuffle next to you, feeling Yuta’s lips land over your pulse point. You smiled at the boy, squeezing his fingers under the blanket. “Your mom called you earlier but you didn’t pick up and now she’s running around the house preparing a grand dinner for us. Would you… mind join? Of course if it’s not conflicting your schedule.” he added awkwardly in the end. 

“Dad, it doesn’t. I would love to come home and eat moms food. Maybe I could even stay to sleep home?”

“That would be absolutely great.” your dads voice brightened up. Your stupid brain suddenly remembered you can’t, you had to go see Jaehyun in the afternoon. 

“Dad?”

“Yes baby?”

“Can I bring a friend?” you took a look at Yuta, the boy moved his head from your neck, hiding his smile behind your shoulder. 

“You mean Jaehyun-ie?” You almost chocked on nothing at his tone.

“No, not Jaehyun. You’ve actually never met him before.” 

“Okay, is he-.” you cut off your dad mid-sentence. 

“He’s maybe a boyfriend.”

“Maybe?” his voice didn’t change one bit in concern or fear or anything you imagined he would feel after you told him you had a boyfriend. 

“I mean, just a boyfriend, not maybe.” you expected too feel more cringed while talking about this to your dad. 

“Okay, of course you can.” he seemed… to not care, your insides finally were able to function again.

“Can you please-“

“Talk to mum about it?” now it was your dads turn to cut you off. 

“Yeah, please. I’m worried about her…”

“Yes, baby, me too. I’ll talk to her, don’t worry. You can bring your boy over, I’ll tell your mom to set one more plate for him.”

“Thank you.” 

“See you, then?”

“Yes, bye.“ You dropped the phone onto the night stand. 

“I didn’t know your parents loved Jaehyunie.” Yuta teased the very next moment. 

“Me neither.” you turned your body on the side to face him properly and move your limbs from the numbing position “Good morning.” you smiled. 

“Hey.” 

“This feels nice, right?” 

“What does?” 

“Waking up and seeing you.” 

“It sure does.” he grinned, sucking on your lower lip. 

“Oh, by the way.”

“Mmh?” 

“You’re kind of invited to the dinner at my place tonight.”

“What time? I gotta check my schedule.” You pushed his body off you, his morning husky voice filling the room with a chuckle. “I should probably look presentable and shit to sweep your mom off her feet and satisfy your dad?”

“Hmm…” You made a thinking face. “My dads probably going to be fine but my mom… oh, you might have to fight for her liking.” 

“Just for reference, are you teasing or for real right now?”

“Come and find yourself.” you giggled, kissing Yuta on the mouth. 

-

“Are you upset with me?” you stared at your feet like a scolded child standing next to Jaehyun. 

“No, I’m not.”

“For real?” you raised your eyes relieved. “I stupidly overslept and then my parents called and now I’m going to see them for dinner and I promise I’ll be at yours as early as I could possibly make it.” 

“Okay, okay.” you grabbed onto his wrist, making sure he did actually mean what he was saying. 

“Jaehyun-ah?”

“I swear it’s fine, we didn’t set on hanging out for the whole day anyway.”

“You know that I love you a whole crazy lot?” you smiled. 

“I actually do.” he smiled a little. 

“Okay, then I guess I’ll see you at your place, right?”

“Right.”

“You’re the very best, see ya!” you waved your hand at him as you ran out of the boys apartment, counting down the stairs as you paced down to your own floor to get ready. 

You wanted to look pretty, you wanted to feel that it was your birthday, spend the day with a light heart and go into the night with a heart even lighter. 

-

“I might sound rude.” you immediately turned your head to face Yuta. The two of you were in a taxi on your way to the birthday dinner with your parents. The air in the car was thick as hell, you wouldn’t be able to cut through it even with a saw, thanks to you, not Yuta. You were just the tiniest bit nervous and even the taxi driver could probably sense that. 

“I don’t think you will, go ahead.” You squeezed his fingers that were laying lifelessly on your knee. 

”Can’t get the feeling off my chest that you’re dreading inviting me to come home with you.”

”No I’m not.” You immediately protested making it sound weird, like you were dreading but tried to hide it. 

”It doesn’t even seem like you’re breathing with how tensed up you are.”

”Yuta, it’s definitely not about you.” ‘It’s about me, the fact that my mom doesn’t love anyone in this world, most likely the list is including me and she wouldn’t act nicely to you at all and I already have the image in my head and most likely, which is almost the worst part, she’ll start talking to you about my company transfer and the next second you find it out in such a dumb way you probably wont ever talk to me ever again.’ You wish you could add all of the words that bubbled in your head to your sentence but you just couldn’t. You still had a little hope and that hope was your guiding star. A simple wish to get this dinner over with and go see Jaehyun, tell him everything you are too scared to tell Yuta and hopefully get accepted and possibly get advice on how to tell Yuta. 

”What is it then? It’s your birthday, please smile just a little.” Yuta pulled onto the seatbelt to be able to reach out to your face in a soothing manner. “Will you?” He smiled and you couldn’t hold back the butterflies inside your stomach at the proximity and warmth that he radiated. “Yeah, that’s much better” he chuckled, seeing the smile rise up on your lips. “I’m with you so you don’t have to be scared of your mom or anything else.” His lips pecked the corner of yours, making you melt completely, making the nerves bubble inside of you untangle. “I love you, you know that? Your mom won’t change that.”

“I know… And i love you too. And I do really hope you mean what you just said.” You kissed him too, on the cheek, wrapping your hands over his neck as much as possible in your position to give him a hug. 

“I am.” He nodded, rubbing your back with his palm.

“I’m sure next turn is where my house is.” You suddenly gulped, being able to see outside the window while hugging.

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” You nodded

“Should we run away?” He chuckled obviously amused, moving your head to watch your face. You felt like your body got electrocuted, fully understanding what he said was a joke but somehow still wishing to catch the bait. 

“Shall we? Can we? Do you want to? I mean we can if you want to. I could tell we have to practice and can’t make it.” You suddenly moved very quickly, looking for your phone. Yuta watched your sudden burst of energy confused. “I can text my dad right now.”

“Baby, baby.” He called out multiple times to catch your attention. 

“Yeah?” You looked at him, slowing down.

“I thought this will make you laugh, I didn’t think you’ll actually get hooked on the idea.” 

“We’re here.” Taxi driver announced before you could tell a thing. 

“Mean.” You squinted your eyes, pecking Yuta’s lips afterwards just so he knows you’re not mad at him, finally getting out of the car, and walking around it to watch Yuta get out too. 

“Darling.” Your attention was attracted in a different direction though as soon as you heard your fathers voice. 

“Dad!” You ran up to your father. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

“Dad.” You rubbed your face against his chest a little. “Thank you. Were you waiting by the door? How did you know it’s us?” 

“I was, it was about time you two arrived. Will you, by the way, introduce me to the someone that came with you today?” He chuckled, brushing your hair with his fingers. 

“Oh, I sure will.” You smiled and straightened your back. “Dad, this is my boyfriend Yuta. He used to be a soccer player before he came to Korea and now he’s already fixed to be in a boy group, so you can brag to your friends you met an idol.” You teased a little.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Yuta bowed awkwardly you almost cooed at how well behaved he suddenly got. 

“It’s great to finally see who my daughter spends time with.” you nodded, ungluing your body from the hold of your father that you missed so much to stand next to Yuta, hold his hand in the nerveracking event of meeting your mother. “Shall we go in? Your mom made an excessively massive dinner, so I hope Yuta you have a great appetite.” your dad patted Yuta’s shoulder. 

“He doesn’t, idols have to keep in shape.” you chuckled. 

“No, no. I do” Yuta immediately corrected you, nodding his head and threatening you with a finger. “I’m sure I won’t be able to stop once I try the food.” your dad nodded satisfied, finally walking inside the house to find his wife. 

“You’re such a well behaved cutie.” you stood on your tiptoes to mumble into Yuta’s ear so your father wouldn’t hear it, pecking his cheek afterwards. 

“Honey, look who’s here.” 

“Y/n!“ She exclaimed loudly, making you jump. It’s not that you hated your mom, it wasn’t the case at all. The case was that it seemed like she only cared for you to make you achieve goals that she wanted you to achieve and once you drank in a life without her it felt even more wrong than before. You never really wanted to get in contact with her because she would nag, critique or point at your flaws and ‘obvious’ to her eyes reasons you were lacking in something. You had a feeling Yuta wouldn’t like her the minute he hears any of her casual rants and the realisation made you worry even more. Now, besides all other things you were scared of, you feared Yuta would want to fight your mom, which you could only pray for not to happen. “Oh, my child!“ She exclaimed, taking your face in her hands. You expected a snarky remark about your appearance. “You’re too early for the dinner. Go upstairs, the kitchen is a whole mess!“ She pushed you back to the corridor, so your feet wouldn’t pass the threshold of the kitchen. Yuta’s fingers brushed against your back as he caught you.  

“Mom, it’s my birthday.“ You chuckled pissed. “You could’ve said happy birthday.“

“I’ve called you in the morning.“

“I was asleep.“ 

“Exactly.“ She nodded and walked to the stove as if there was no further explanation needed.

“Can you pay attention to the person I brought with me?“ You gulped to not get furious. Yuta sensed that you were on the verge, caressing your shoulder. Why did she have to be like that on your birthday? Why the day when she decided to act sweet wasn’t on your birthday?

“Let’s go upstairs, let’s wait until everything is done.“ He tried to keep his voice low.

“Yes, listen to the boy.“ Your mom nodded and gestured with her hand for you to disappear. 

“Dad!“ You hissed. 

“Honey, please go upstairs. I’ll have a word with your mom.“ You grabbed Yuta’s hand, storming to your room. 

“Hey, hey.“ He caught your shoulders with his palms as soon as you entered the room.

“That’s exactly why I was nervous.“

“I don’t care.“ Yuta said softly, you turned around to see his face. “I don’t care if she for a weird reason doesn’t want to acknowledge my presence, if you’re worried about it. It only matter to me that you wanted me to come, share this with me. It only matters to me that I can spend my time with you and see what you had to live through your entire life.“ you sighed, lowering your head onto Yuta’s chest. “I wonder though, do you not have anything from your mom or will it poke out as you’ll get older and I will have to deal with you.“ He chuckled, pressing you more onto his chest. 

“Straight up just choke me then.“ You chuckled. 

“I kind of fear you would enjoy it much.“ 

“What?“ Your lips raised in genuine amusement now. 

“Would you find it weird if I told you I really want to have you right now. Like, for real fuck you.“

“Yuta.“ You gasped a little scandalised and at the same time, maybe, turned on at the idea. 

“Mmh?“

“I don’t know about that.“

“Okay.“ He chuckled as if he didn’t suggest a thing. “Come here.“ He pulled you by the hand onto the bed, sitting down. “I just want to kiss you. Can I?“ He snorted at your mortified face expression. 

“Yeah.“ You gave in, allowing him to pull you in. Yuta’s hands roamed over your body softly, pressing you onto his lap. The position wasn’t comfortable one bit and even though you really didn’t want to, you crawled a little onto his lap, forcing your knees onto the mattress. Yuta didn’t just leave you be, as soon as his lips were able to reach yours, his hands crawled under your legs, pushing you more on top of him, dropping his back onto the mattress and making his butt sit further on the bed. “Yuta!“ You broke off the kiss to scold him through laughter. 

“Yes, baby? You’re so pretty when you’re smiling. Thats exactly what I wanted to see on your face.“ His hand brushed your hair behind your ear. You dove into the kiss, caging his head between your elbows. Yuta touched up your body, running his palms firmly against your sides, caressing your jaw and cheeks with his thumbs, almost tickling your thighs with how lightweight his touches were at first, making a loud and very unexpected moan leave your lips as his fingers kneaded your thighs roughly, lifting up the dress you wore as the touch went up your legs. You pulled onto his lower lip, pulling away as his head tried to follow your lips up.

“You wanted just to kiss.“ You reminded him of his words.

“I still just kiss.“ He smiled innocently. “Or… do you somehow want more now?“ He chuckled, trying his best to act surprised. You squinted your eyes at him. “I do have the condom.“ He whispered more seriously, your breath hitched at the baldness of the suggestion.

“I can’t, you know that. It’s the birthday dinner.“ 

“I know. I really do. You don’t need to worry.“ He added softly, running his fingers over your cheek.

“Why did you bring it then?“ You smirked.

“Now that we don’t have any legal restrictions between us I just feel like I’m obliged to have it with me at all costs to secure your happiness.“  

“You’re such a fool.“ You cackled. 

“Can I please have my tongue in your mouth now?“ 

“Mmh…“ you thought for a minute. “Yes…?“ You made it seem you were unsure. Yuta took your head in his hands, rolling you on the bed so he’d be on top. “What is this?“ He pulled one of your legs onto his waist, rolling his hips right against your clothed centre. “What are you doing?“ You mumbled into Yuta’s lips as he smashed his lips against yours. 

“I forgot to mention that the other part of my gift besides rings was an orgasm.“

“Yuta.“ You hissed for him to keep his voice quiet. “That is not funny.“ he pressed against you once again with his hardening length. “You’re insane.“ You gasped. “We’re not having sex.“

“We’re not, I know.“ his lips trailed a line from your chin to the ear. “But you’re going to cum.“ Yuta mumbled into your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

His hands little by little closer to your clothed heat, the dress you wore already was pulled up your thighs, making it much easier for Yuta to touch you. His thumb ran up your clothed slit and your leg got tighter over his waist. “I’m not going to stretch you out, okay? Just your clit, we have to be quick.“

“Yeah.“ it sounded more like you meowed. 

“Try to hold back the sounds.“ You granted him with another weak reply, before Yuta’s fingers crawled behind the thin fabric. “Shit.“ He gasped at the feeling of your completely wet folds. “So wet.“ 

“I know, so please be quick.“ Yuta smirked at you, kissing your lips while his middle finger rubbed into you. It didn’t take him much time before the pleasure started to build up in your lower stomach. It really didn’t surprise you at this point how quickly he took you to the peak and even higher than that. Both your hands wrapped his neck tightly, pressing his chest flush against yours. You wanted to whine but his lips swallowed every sound that came out of you or just tried to. “So, so close.“ You managed to let him know. “Yuta?“ you asked sheepishly, even his hand slowed down to pay attention. “I kind of want the sex.“ you felt terrible by admitting. 

“Are you sure?“ He asked clearly not believing the words that left your mouth.

“Yes, is it weird that now I can’t think how would it feel to cum with you inside of me?“ You asked innocently.

“Fuck.“ Yuta cursed under his breath and moved away from you. You felt like you scared him away for some reason and already were ready to take your words back if it would make him feel better. “Does your door have a lock?“ 

“It does, but why?“ Yuta rushed to the door, locking it immediately. You almost asked why he didn’t find it important to lock the door when he was doing what he was doing before. “This is so fucking not how I actually wanted to have real sex with you for the first time.“ He mumbled as he got closer back to you, gesturing for you to crawl to the headboard and lie down. His hands quickly took off the plain white shirt he was wearing, undoing the pants with the same pace.

“You’re going to undress yourself completely?“ 

“Yes, and you should take your dress off quickly.“

“Okay.“ You nodded, pulling the material up your body. “Come here.“ You whispered with trembling hands. You wanted him terribly, the orgasm that almost washed over you was of no help to stop staring at Yuta that was visibly hard even through his underwear. You had seen his cock before, you’ve touched it even, but never with the idea of him getting in beetwen your legs and inside of you.

“Are you scared? Or nervous?“ Yuta asked carefully, as he crawled over you.

“We don’t have time for that.“ you gulped slightly upset. “I am literally about to have my first time while my parents are downstairs about to call us to have the birthday dinner.“ 

“You’re crazy for that.“ 

“I am, and you’re with me.“ You smiled, catching your breath at Yuta’s fond smile. “But please be quick.“

“I’m sure I’ll be, no worries. I haven’t been in a pussy for a really long while.“ you chuckled a little at him. “Just if it hurts, I’m going to have to stop.“

“Yeah.“ You nodded and spread your legs for Yuta to get between them. His fingers quickly pulled down your underwear, lowering his head suddenly to move his tongue against you. “Yuta.“ You pushed him away by the shoulder when he seemed to forget what you were about to do, you were almost cuming from his tongue.

“Right, you’re right.“ He nodded and pulled a condom from the jeans he thoughtfully left laying on the bed. Yuta’s hand quickly lowered to his cock, freeing it of clothing and placing the rubber material onto it. You watched him do it closely, forgetting to say that you actually were deadly scared of getting pregnant even if he wore that. Suddenly your throat felt too dry because the whole thing felt too real to be right. This somehow made you feel like you were in a movie, an awkward teenage movie where the first sex was one of the disappointments in life. How long will it take? Will this feel at least a little pleasurable? 

“This is fucked up.“ You mumbled once again finally realising what you made you two do. 

“Shh.“ He was focused, lining up himself with your entrance. You gasped before you could even feel anything, swallowing loudly. “Okay.“ He gave you a nod, pushing little by little. You were just focusing on how you felt, how he was pushing inside of you more and the expression on your face probably made Yuta scared. “Are you… okay?“ 

“No, yeah, I mean I’m good, you can go deeper.“ 

“I don’t think I should if you want me to last for at least minute.“

“Why?“ You asked concerned.

“Too tight.“ He panted, sucking on your lower lip. It did feel too tight, he was right. Tight, but somehow, still right. Your face expression changed into a brighter one. Yuta moved back, going back a little further than before. You were so scared of all the things combined you didn’t even realise that having him inside of you didn’t actually hurt. He was moving his hips in and out of you now and the both of you breathed harder. “Is it good?“ He suddenly asked.

“Yes, so good.“

“Right.“ Yuta mumbled under his breath. “Can I go harder?“

“Please.“ You nodded, feeling Yuta’s hips slap against yours for the first time. The sound was so loud and nasty, you almost chocked out of fear. If your bed will start to creak you’ll most definitely die of shame. 

You felt a little stiff and you knew for sure Yuta couldn’t possibly not feel it. You wanted to tell him you were sorry and you couldn’t even focus on the feeling of him stretching you out so perfectly, making you feel so heavenly, you could only focus on all the little sounds you two made during the intercourse and it almost felt like your soul drifted behind that door to stay on a watch. 

Soon enough Yuta rubbed your clit again and you felt like cuming. You were already pretty much spent and when he got you clenching you moaned into his mouth, almost crying. It felt too good to wrap around his cock when your body was spasming, feeling him push your walls while chasing his own high. 

You couldn’t understand who came first and who chased behind, you just liked to think you were connected on so many levels your bodies made you do it at the same time.

You panted, Yuta dropped his weight over you. 

“You’re the literal best.“ He found it in him to raise his head and peck your cheek. 

“Thats not true. It’s like you fucked a brick.“

“No.“ He cackled, leaving kisses over you neck. “I don’t think we took more than like what… 10 minutes? Embarrassing.“ he chuckled “I wouldn’t cum this quickly if you were a brick.“

“Thanks.“ you forced a smile and Yuta shifted his body weight.

“I don’t want to pull out.“

“Why?“ 

“It doesn’t feel nice to you?“

“I don’t know.“ you told sincerely. 

“We’ll work this all out later when we’ll have real time to get into things that you like and don’t.“ Yuta pecked your lips, pulling out and standing up. You kind of immediately understood what he meant by not wanting to pull out. Could you possibly ask him to come back?

“Do you have a bin?“ 

“Yes, but isn’t it going to be weird if my parents found a spent lonely condom in there?“

“Do you want me to take it?“ He chuckled but then realised you were serious. “Well if you’re okay I’ll leave it here for the dinner.“ He chuckled again, wrapping it into many paper towels and placing almost under the bed. Yuta quickly put on his clothes and nothing in his appearance gave away he just came. “Are you okay? Can you move?“ You nodded quietly and moved forward, collecting yourself back together. 

“Wait, is that you?“ Yuta smiled widely, staring at one of your childhood photos. 

“It is.“ You walked up to him after cleaning yourself up and getting your clothes back on. “Why are you laughing?“

“Can I steal this? You’re so cute.“ He cooed, caressing your cheek.

“No, its mine.“

“But please?“ He whined and you stared him in the eyes, getting scared when you heard knocks on your door. 

“Yeah?“ You replied as your dad already walked in. 

“Dinner’s ready. I hope you two didn’t get too bored while waiting.“

“No, I was looking at her baby photos.“ Yuta smiled.

“Okay, come downstairs.“ Your boyfriend nodded and grabbed your hand in his and walked you behind him. 

-

“Mom,“ you cleared your throat. “This is Yuta.“ The dinner was going relatively well with your mom keeping herself quiet. You thought that this maybe was a great opportunity to introduce Yuta properly, since she paid him hardly any attention for the past 40 minutes. 

“Yuta?“ She finally raised her eyes at the boy next to you. Yuta, who was pushing chopsticks full with meat and rice into his mouth pulled them away, making all the food drop into the bowl mixed. 

“Yes, Mrs.Y/L/N.“ He stretched his lips in a polite manner. 

“You’re a foreigner?“

“That’s right, I am Japanese.“

“You speak Korean well for a foreigner.“ She sighed, chewing on her rice. Her manners gave off royalty out of nowhere. 

“I learned it thoroughly.“ He bowed. 

“And your ancestors didn’t try to do the same when they occupied our country.“ A cold sweat ran down your spine. What the actual fuck was all this.

“Mom?“ you chuckled awkwardly.  “Why suddenly?“ 

“Maybe you need a reminder what your great-grandparents went through because of Japanese?“ 

“I don’t, I know it way too well.” Your eyes ran from your dad to Yuta. ”I just don’t understand what this has to do with Yuta.“ 

“I’m not sure now that you’ve brought him to the house where people that suffered from his countries’ hands lived.“

“Honey, I’m sure Yuta’s ancestors didn’t take part in the terrible things that happened to our people.“

“Are you so sure? Or trying to pretend like you are?“ She looked dissaprovingly. 

“Mom, you don’t even care about it.“ You bursted. ”You had too much to drink already, dad. Take the soju from her.”

“Y/n, it’s fine.“ Yuta squeezed your palm under the table. “I will ask my grandparents if they have any knowledge on how their parents lived during the occupation of Korea. I’ll give you my deepest apologies, Mrs.Y/L/N, when we’ll see each other next time if I’ll learn something regarding their relationship with Koreans.“ 

“Sure.“ She gave him a careless nod and the topic seemed to be closed, for now, thankfully. “That is exactly why you’re still a trainee while other girls get to debut.“ She didn’t let you to just have a conversation with your father about his co-worker.

“Yes?“ You stretched out your lips in a thin line and blinked.

“If you gave all of your attention to work, instead of boys, maybe you would’ve debuted in that girl group.“ 

“Honey.“ Your dad sighed. “It’s our daughters birthday.“ He finally grabbed the glass from his wife’s hand.

“Yes, and I’m wishing her to focus on work in her next year of life. First that sweet boy Jaehyun, now Yuta.“ Her voice shown disgust when she said your lovers name. “What happened to Jaehyun?“

“Nothing, he’s my friend. Always has been.“

“Thankfully you’re transferring to that other company, I hope they’ll take better care of your free time. When is your first day there, by the way?“ She raised her head to look you in the eyes. Your head turned to Yuta in fear, you almost cried in an instance, seeing his head low, focused on the rice bowl. “Y/n.“

“I’m moving on Friday. From the dorm and from the company.“ Yuta’s head flew up to see you with confused eyes. 

“Will you need any help with moving?“ your dad asked. 

“Yes, I guess I’ll need your help.“ You gulped, feeling a buzz to your butt. You almost didn’t understand what it was but remembered you sat on your phone. Jaehyun’s name and face lit up the screen. You almost declined the call but felt like you needed an excuse to leave the room that suddenly became so sickening. You hated your mom now for sure, you wanted to cry and throw up and never stay alone with Yuta because you were scared. Jaehyun’s voice would make it so much better, you gulped and jumped up. “I need to pick this up.“

“Hey.“ Jaehyun smiled and you could hear it through his voice. 

“Hi.“ You tried to smile but couldn’t at all.

“I’m at the store, I was thinking of cooking something for you.“

“Yeah?“ You were just lost.

“Please don’t get too full at the dinner.“ His voice turned into a whisper with a cute undertone. You wondered why would he whisper in the grocery store.

“Thank you.“ You smiled.

“What for?“

“For making me smile with your call.“

“Is everything okay? How’s the dinner?“

“You know what my mom’s like.“

“Yeah…“ he sighed.

“She said I should’ve brought you.“ you tried to smile.

“Yes you should’ve.“ He chuckled.

“You’re a fool. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here for too long, so expect me to be early.“

“Okay, I’ll go back home quickly then.”

“Okay.“ You nodded.

“Wait, hold on.“ He suddenly rushed when you almost hung up.

“Yeah?“

“What are you favourite flowers?“

“Why you’re asking?“ you bit onto your lip to not smile too widely. 

“Just… for reference.“

“Well, for reference… you should know by now, are you my best friend or what?“ You scolded him playfully.

“You’re right.“ You could tell he was nodding.

“Okay, I’m going back.“

“Yeah, bye.“

“Love you.“ You hung up and dreaded the idea of going back in. You so wish you could just teleport to Jaehyun.

“Is everything okay?” your dads eyes trailed your figure as you entered the room. 

“Yes, yeah. Just a friend wished me a happy birthday.” you nodded, trying to see how Yuta was with your peripheral vision. 

“I think your mom unintentionally sounded like she’s too harsh on you, right, darling?” your dad chuckled, squeezing his wife’s shoulder. 

“On a brighter note,” your dad cleared his throat loudly. “Your mom baked an amazing cake, I, might I say, helped her decorate it. Will you blow the candles? Honey, shall we bring the cake?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll go light up the candles.” your mom jumped up with such a sweet tone to her voice like she was the most loving and caring mother. 

“Yay.” you faked a giggle, watching your dad get up and leave you alone with Yuta. 

You gulped, he seemed to be frozen for the previous couple of minutes. You were debating whether to touch his hand or not, would he shake you away in an instance or would he give you a chance. He broke off the silence first and you almost jumped up in your seat completely startled to hear him speak. 

“I think I should be going, will you excuse me to your parents?” those weren’t exactly the words you expected from him. You didn’t know what you expected exactly, but you wanted to talk. Yuta stood up and pushed the chair with his foot. 

“Please.” you mumbled almost inaudible. “I’ll blow those candles and tell them we have to leave, please stay.” 

“Why? To not ruin the picture for your dad?” Yuta spoke from behind you, there was no chance you would turn around and look him in the eyes so easily. 

“No! Not for that, I’m so sorry and embarrassed for what my mom said about your ancestors… I couldn’t even imagine she’d bring up something like that…She usually never drinks. I swear to god, I feel so sorry. And besides that I think we should talk about something else. We should’ve talked way before in fact.“

“I think we’ve been doing pretty good, fantastic even, without the aspect of sharing important things that happen in our life’s and talking them through. Aren’t we?” this stung. 

“Yu-“ you wanted to stand up and drop onto your knees to beg him. 

“Happy birthday to you!” distant singing interrupted you, a moment later your dads hand showing up to turn off the lights and then entering the room. 

“Yuta, sing along, aren’t you a singer!” 

“Ugh, yeah.” Yuta took a step back to the table, clapping rhythmically without making a sound. 

-

“Please wait for me.” you whined as Yuta’s feet were making around a meter wide steps. “Yuta!” 

“What?” he snapped and turned around, stopping. You finally caught up with him, lowering your eyes on his chest to not hold his piercing gaze. You could see the shape of the ring hanging on his neck through the shirt he wore.

“I wanted to talk to you earlier, about all this, but I was scared. I had a feeling you’ll be upset.”

“So you’re blaming me for this?”

“I’m not blaming you. It’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying I was postponing this conversation out of fear.”

“Fine.” he turned around and walked away from you, this time much slower, as if expecting you to walk side to side with him. This was a good sign, it was… a good sign… right?

“Will you not ask me where I’m going? Or do you not want me to tell you everything?”

“You’re going to see Jaehyun.” 

“You know I didn’t mean where I’m going like, now.” 

“I meant you’re going to Jaehyun after this, don’t ruin your mood and don’t bother and just go.”

“I-,” you chocked on air. “This is bullshit.” you hit his shoulder from behind and regretted the move a little. 

“Excuse me?” Yuta was scandalised. His eyes dilated to the state they might’ve popped out any second. 

“I know it’s the worst way to find out I’m going away from the dorm and the company… at this stupid ass torture dinner… from my drunk venomous mother. I-, Yuta.” you grabbed his palm with yours and he jerked away immediately. “I was scared to tell you, for your reaction, for the idea that telling you will make it real, and I’m still so scared to move somewhere else where I won’t have you.”

“Does Jaehyun know?”

“No, nobody knows. I haven’t told him either.” You couldn’t decipher what his face expression said. Was he relieved by the fact Jaehyun didn’t know too? “I really, Yuta, I don’t want to fight. I love you. We just did what we did in my bedroom couple of hours ago and now you’re looking at me like I disgust you.”

“Is that why you wanted sex?” he snorted and all your insides dropped.

“No-, NO!” you made it loud and clear. “I only wanted it because I wanted you.” 

“I need a minute by myself. Go to Jaehyun’s.”

“Can I say something else?” he gave a nod. “I’ve never loved anyone before you. I may be doing dumb and stupid things, I can make things harder, I can be closed off, maybe I should indeed share more, but… I was suffering so much. I was, I mean, I’m still depressed because people around me move forward and I stay just there and I kept things partially to myself because you’re in a boy group and I’m just there. I’m so tired of hearing words like you’ll do it, you’re great from people who actually do have a future. I didn’t have one before I got in contact with JYPE. Maybe that’s for the better I’m moving to a different company, if I’ll get to live my dream, wouldn’t you be happy?” 

“What about us?” his eyes dropped onto your face finally, inspecting it. You took a step closer. 

“Weren’t you just yesterday telling me how we’ll fight for what we have? What happened to that?”

“Nothing. It’s going to be different and that’s the thing.” 

“Are you mad because you’re worried for us?” you pouted. 

“No, I’m mad because you’re moving almost tomorrow and I didn’t hear a single thing about it until now!”

“Will you forgive me?” you blinked at him apologetically. 

“I don’t know.” your heart stung. 

“L-, like…like seriously don’t know?”

“Yes-“

“Yuta.” you gasped, tears prickling your eyes. 

“I’ll get you a taxi, don’t cry and go to Jaehyun’s.”

“I-, I’ll cancel that. I want to be with you.” 

“No, I don’t want that. Go ahead and have all the fun you can.”

Yuta caught a passing taxi with his hand, forcefully pushing you inside. 

“Happy birthday.” he said without even looking at you and closed the door. 

“Where to?” the driver turned around.

-

“Hey-y-y.” you sung as Jaehyun was opening the door, you placed one of your hands on the hip, the other going up in the air with a bottle of strong alcohol in it. 

“Hi.” Jaehyun smiled, immediately after focusing his eyes on your hand in the air. “What’s that?” 

“I-I-It’s soju. I got it on my way here because I felt kinda bad for going to a party empty handed.” you puffed your cheeks, passing the threshold to wrap your hands over Jaehyun. 

“I’ve bought more than we could possibly consume, it’s fine.”

“But still, it’s a gift for you.” you moved back, pressing the bottle against his chest. Realising a moment later Jaehyun was wearing an apron, you couldn’t hide away the smile at how cute he looked wearing it. You let the bottle slide down his stomach, finally dropping into the pocket in the front part of the apron. “I actually have one more thing for you.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah, I might’ve opened the gift number one on my way here, sorry.” You pouted. ”The jelly’s. They’re completely yours.” you announced loudly and Jaehyun chuckled, placing the bag in the pocket as well. “So what are we doing?” you slid the shoes off your feet, quickly grabbing Jaehyun by the elbow. “I didn’t want you to put too much effort.” you said as the smell got into your nose. “We should’ve just ordered.” 

“It’s fine, I wanted to do something for you, you’re my best friend after all.” you felt goosebumps run over your body. 

“Your girlfriend will be the happiest girl ever.” 

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, letting go of you as the two of you reached kitchen. 

“Mmh, pasta?” you smiled widely. 

“Yeah, tomato sauce pasta with seafood.”

“Yummy.” you smiled. 

“You haven’t tried it yet.” he smirked lightly. 

“You made it I’m sure it’s bomb.” Jaehyun grabbed your hand, smiling at you. 

“Yeah?” you nodded at him, smiling playfully. “ I bought many snacks because I know what you’re like, will you help me put the chips in a bowl?”

“Mmh.” you let him part your hands. “Is that it? Pasta and snacks?” 

“No, I have a pizza in the oven.” Your mouth made an O. “Before you scream it’s a pre-made pizza, I just defrosted it.”

“Thank god.” you chuckled. 

“But it’s a cool one if it matters to you, a handmade.”

“Cool-.” you started, as your phone vibrated, making everything inside of you stir. You only expected it to be Yuta, your brains going in complete overdrive while you were trying to see. “God.” you sighed, dropping the phone on the counter. 

“What’s up?”

“Koeun lost her blow dryer and asking everyone in the chat.” 

“I think I know where she lost it.” he cackled, bringing to you a pack of chips with a bowl. 

“Mmh?”

“Donghyuck might’ve said he found a blow dryer that seemed to be no one else’s when he came to your floor to wish you a happy birthday.”

“He didn’t wish me a happy birth-.”

“He saw the blow dryer and ran away I assume.” you laughed loudly. 

“Okay, sounds like he’d do that for a blow dryer.” 

“Yeah.” Jaehyun made a breathy laugh. 

-

“And the weirdest part?“ you exhaled, lowering your hand a little as the thought drifted away from your tongue. What was Yuta doing at this very moment? Was he asleep, was he thinking of you? Was he mad at you? Or did he calm down a little and is ready to talk? Should you maybe call him?

“Wait, wait.“ Jaehyun grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand back up and getting your brain off the triggering topic. “You’re spilling on my jeans.“ you focused your vision on his thigh, the material turned darker than on the rest of the leg. 

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.“ you finally let him take the glass from your hand. “We should go back inside and wash it.“ You turned your head back, staring at the sky for the last time. 

“It’s just a somaek spill, it won’t stain my jeans.“ He shook you off, grabbing onto your wrist once again as you tried to get into a standing position. “Sit back down.“ you disobeyed, causing him to pull onto you harder and force you to drop your body back onto the terrace with a loud thud. You fell onto your back, finding it impossible to not laugh. You were most definitely too drunk to even walk. “I’m sorry, did this hurt?“ You forced him on his back too, laughing still. “How drunk do you think you are?“ He asked as your laughter seemed to die a little. You turned your head for the slightest moment to take a glance at your friend and then turned back around to measure amount of alcohol you had by the empty soju bottles on your side, there were barely any. It hurt your pride a little, you expected yourself to at least go through three of these with ease. Was this day bound to be the day of disappointments and first times? You cackled.

“I consider crawling back inside.“ You looked at Jaehyun once again with a smile, taking a hitched breath as your eyes could take in his focused face expression. He must’ve looked at you the whole time, you thought and gulped with the unusual burdened feeling to it. His teeth nibbled on his lower lip and at this very moment he seemed to be completely sober. “I can’t walk.“ You added to make it more clear what you meant. Jaehyun’s eyes traveled all over your face, batting his eyelashes as his eyes paused on your lips.

“Want me to help you walk?“ he sighed, moving his head an inch closer to yours. Jaehyun caught your eye out of nowhere, you found your eyes focus on his face a little more than you usually did. Under the drunken spell his face looked a little funny to you and you pulled your head a little more toward him in hopes of focusing your eyes properly and unseeing the funny features that weren’t even there in the first place. Was that the reason he stared so thoroughly? Did you look too funny to him too, but in his case he’s just too well-mannered to point anything out. You gulped and stared down his soul to not laugh. 

“No.“ You smirked.

“What? What did you think of?“ You bit onto your lip, holding in the grin on your face.

“Should we crawl back to the kitchen?“

“Crawl?“ 

“Yeah, who gets there faster, gets to… hm…“ you ran your eyes over the sky.  “Let’s crawl and then decide.“ You suddenly turned around onto your stomach, getting on your knees and elbows, you false started in your silly competition, hearing Jaehyun’s protest and whimpers behind you. You crawled to the terrace door, getting onto your feet as soon as you got inside, sprinting back towards the kitchen island. 

“This was meant to be a crawling competition!“ Jaehyun whined behind you, getting on his feet, by the sound of it, too. The sudden reassurance that he indeed was on his feet took you by surprise, you gasped and grasped onto his hands that were now pressing your body against his, unable to make any sound as the air got beaten out of your lungs by the push. Jaehyun giggled next to your ear, dragging you the rest of the way to the island. “You’re a terrible cheater.“ You tried to turn your head but to no avail. “You should tell your manager you want to be an actress, you acted like a drunk naturally.“ He chuckled.

“I might be drunk but I would never allow myself to lose in a competition.“ you finally found your voice back, holding onto Jaehyun’s arms tighter, pulling for him to let go. 

“What was the point… of this, again? The competition?“ 

“Turn off the light and get on the floor.“ you gulped, not knowing if you were really not that drunk, if the alcohol faded away or you were shaken by something else that your senses began to come back to you. 

“Ugh… oh?“ Jaehyun malfunctioned. “Why?“

“I want to drink more… and maybe share a secret or two with you… I think I might’ve lost the drunken haziness after the sprint.“ 

“Me, too.“

“Hm?“ You got on your knees to plop on the floor next to the island.

“I want to share a secret with you.“ 

“You do?“ you lit up, unable to contain the smile. “My baby’s all grown up.“ You felt an excited shiver run down your spine. “Come on, sit down.“ You tapped the space next to you. Jaehyun walked over the light switch, turning the room pitch black. It was, to be fair, a little scary, the house was big and creeped you even in the day time, but when the lights were completely off you felt your palms get a little sweaty before you felt the warmth of Jaehyun next to your body. You squeezed more into his side, just in case. The boy gave you the glass you left on the island before the two of you got outside a good hour ago, tasting the drink with your tongue, you took a couple sips to build courage. Maybe, Jaehyun wouldn’t mind sharing his secrets first?

“Do you want to go first?“ Jaeyun broke off the silence. 

“Oh, man.“ You sighed and plopped your head on his shoulder.

“No?“ he chuckled. 

“Mmh, I’m kinda sober now… should we not?“ 

“No, I don’t think we’ll get any other chances like that.“ 

“You’re right, but-“

“If you’re shy and I’m shy too, should we tell each other on the count of 3?“ 

“That’s silly.“ You sighed, feeling Jaehyuns fingers brush over you in search of the glass. “But I agree.“ 

“Do you?“ 

“Yeah.“

“Okay, should I count down?“

“Yeah.“ You nodded, feeling your heart beat faster. Which secret exactly should you spill out first? You swore at yourself for having so many. 

“1… 2…3…“ Jaehyun counted down slowly, but still not slow enough for you to come up with words. “I l-.“ 

“Stop!.“ You cut him off before he could say any more. “I-, I wasn’t ready. Can you count down once again?“

“For real, this time?“ 

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was just unable to form words into sentences.“

“Okay, one.“

“Two.“ You said as Jaehyun took a longer pause. 

“Three.“ He almost whispered as he swallowed. “I am in love with you.“

“I am dating Yuta.“ You said loudly in unison with Jaehyun, blood pumping in your ears so loud you were not able to hear a single word Jaehyun said. 

“What?“ The face expression he made was visible even through pure darkness.

“Wait, did you hear what I said?“ You gasped, you didn’t think his words would be so quiet. 

“Yes, you’re dating Yu-“ he didn’t finish saying his friends name. “How? When… why?“ You could only imagine how betrayed and shocked he felt. And it wasn’t even the main news you wanted him to know. 

“But what did you say? I couldn’t hear.“ You whined, ignoring the boys’ questions completely. 

“I- It doesn’t matter at all.“

“It does.“ You touched his arm with your suddenly cold fingers.

“No, I- it doesn’t.“ Jaehyun chocked on his words almost for the first time in front of your eyes, he never felt this small next to you before. 

“Hey.“ You furrowed your eyebrows. “You heard mine, that’s unfair.“

“Yeah, that’s why we’re going to talk about yours first and come back to mine later.“ He spoke firmly, putting everything in him to hold back his true feelings. You wouldn’t know that, you wouldn’t know that the tremble to his voice wasn’t caused by the shocks of betrayal. Well, maybe, partially, betrayal too, but Jaehyun couldn’t come in terms with his feelings at this very moment to say surely what he felt. He wanted to get all the information he could from you first, he was focusing his brain on the possibility of you hearing him and immediately playing pretend just because it’s not what you expected. But what did you even expect? How could he be sure in anything if a big, no, a huge part of your life slipped from his attention. Was he not reading the room right? Yuta? For real? He wanted to smash his head into the wall. He wanted to smash Yuta’s head into the wall, to be exact, and tell him you two were meant to be together. No you and Yu-. Jaehyun suddenly found disgust in his friends name and wanted to fight with your boyf-. He swallowed again because even the thought of Yuta being your boyfriend made him gag. And then he swallowed again, realising that fighting and confrontation in general was so out of his character, and as Jaehyun took two steady breaths and the first aftershocks left his body he was able to focus his attention on you. You were trembling on his side, sobbing, even. Wait-.

“Are you crying?“ he asked, taking your face in his hand. “Y/n, I- I’m ha-.“ No, Jaehyun wasn’t happy and he couldn’t even lie that he was. “Are you crying because you’re happy that I finally know or because you didn’t want to tell me?“ 

“No.“ You sobbed, untangling your hand from Jaehyun’s to hide your face in your palms. You were crying because after saying the words you suddenly remembered what happened between you two, how he said he weren’t sure if he’d forgive you, and you questioned if there was even a point in telling Jaehyun about this if it’s almost over. 

“I don’t understand.“ He sighed lost.

“I am leaving SME and Yuta found out about it from my mother tonight in between her blaming him for everything that happened to our country. Now you found out about it in a fucked up way too. Jaehyun-ah, I’m so sorry, I’m such a terrible friend.“ You cried. ”I didn’t want to upset you and now I’ve ruined everything you prepared and I-” you broke down.

“You- you’re what?“ Jaehyun felt his own tears prickle his eyes. He had to swallow them harshly before you could sense that. “Leaving SME? Where to? Why? I mean, weren’t you happy here, with us.. you were-.“ He chocked as the world he built so thoroughly around you was shuttering terribly with every passing minute. He wasn’t sure what else could leave your mouth the next minute. Was there anything else that could hurt him more?

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[jaehunnyy]

His same, old, safe bet

Part 3 - What do you want from me?

Synopsis: Jeong Jaehyun has been the college's resident heartbreaker since before girls could even remember. He didn't care about feelings—well, until he met you. Blinded by your thirst for revenge, you become determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. It's only a matter of time before Jaehyun's carefully crafted walls come crashing down... right at your feet.

Genre: college!au, kind of an enemies-to-lovers!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, attempt of crack

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: heartthrob!Jaehyun × fem!reader (feat. Yuta × reader's bff)

Warnings: mentions of bad past relationships, mentions of heartbreak, some curse words, Jaehyun is a bit of a douchebag and he flirts a lot, usage of pet names, crack, abrubt ending (this chapter), possible grammatical mistakes

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One week has passed since your first encounter with Jeong Jaehyun. As much as it bothered you to admit, while the pain of the thoughts was crushing your pride in sharp pieces, you found yourself thinking about him and his weird antics. His last words were tattooed on the back of your brain, their weight feeling like a burden and giving you headaches. You used to believe in love at first sight, but you were now gathering all the strength to erase the thought that you might have fallen in love with him. You weren't supposed to, as he was only a challenge for you, a chance to prove him wrong. Your eyes were absentmindedly staring outside the window, your fingers fidgeting with the straw inside the drink you had ordered a while ago.

"Y/N, are you listening?" your friend, Ari, stopped typing on her phone, waving her hand in front of you so she can get your attention.

"Were you talking to me? Since you and Yuta have gotten together, your eyes are glued on your damn phone."

She pressed her lips together, in hope to have her smile contained—though it didn't work, her lips immediately stretching into happiness at the mention of his boyfriend.

"Sorry, Y/N. I was telling you about how our date went, but you spaced out. What's up?"

"I was just thinking about some assignments I need to get done. Tell me more about your date," you tried your best to force a smile, though right then, you were the suspicious one.

Worried that she might notice the change of your attitude, you brushed it off immediately, giving her a gentle nudge so she can start talking.

"It was very cute! He brought me roses and all—he's a real gentleman!" she squealed like a kid, clapping her hands softly.

Her genuine happiness made you chuckle, sincerely this time. You were happy that she had found herself a nice guy, but you were hoping it would last too. Your look traveled to the little clock placed on the taupe-colored wall, and you jumped off the chair in disbelief.

"Holy shit, i'm going to be late! I'm leaving now, take care!"

Without giving her any chance to say her goodbyes to you, you ran out of the café, your legs moving at their fastest pace. You kept on walking like that for around five minutes, before a loud honk resonated next to you. At first, you wanted to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop. Already annoyed, you looked in that direction, ready to shout at the someone that kept bothering you—but that was before his right front window rolled down, every thought dissipating at the sight of him. His signature smirk furrowed his face again, making you roll your eyes. Were you really bothered, though?

"Do you need a ride, hon'?" his voice resonated again, his hand resting on the steering wheel.

"I can get there by myself. You're no savior." you spat, smiling innocently. "Plus, if you wouldn't have appeared, what would have happened?"

He was quite intimidated by your stare and how it had an impact on him every time, along with the way you had a back up answer for his words, always.

"Just get in, I won't bite. It's a win-win situation for both of us."

You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms softly. He burst out laughing, though when he saw the burning flames your eyes held, he stopped immediately.

"What were you thinking about? What I meant was that you will luckily get to your classes in time, and I get to spend time with you. So you'd better stop sitting here, on your own, and actually hop into my car."

You sighed, measuring the opportunities. "It's not like a 10 minutes ride with him would kill you. C'mon, Y/N." And though you knew that it wasn't part of your plan, you got inside.

The first two minutes were peaceful, but the silence was interrupted by his raspy voice. The only difference was that he wasn't talking, but singing. His honey voice matched the song perfectly, and as much as you wished to prevent that from happening, some butterflies started to dance in your stomach. If only it was the right time, but it wasn't the time to feel flattered by him, god, you had a mission. So you did what you thought was best right then—turned off the radio.

"Y/N? You actually resemble someone I tried to avoid my whole childhood."

You glared at him again, getting more and more confused with everything that was slipping through his mouth.

"And may I ask, who is that?" you bit your lip nervously, excepting a foul pick-up line of his again. Though—you wouldn't have ever imagined what would come next.

"Grinch. You remind me of Grinch. Do you know him? The one who stole Christmas, yeah." he stated with a serious face, before his laughter could replace the awkward silence. "You're both really grumpy… But if it makes you feel any better, you look a bit better than him."

If you used to find him the tiniest bit charming before, now it all went away, deep into the void.

"Grinch?! Jeong Jaehyun, I swear to God I'll end you."

"You'll end me? And how will you do this, doll?"

His calm tone irritated you, and the pet names he came with made you cringe every single time.

"I'll distract you until you crash," you threw him an evil smile, before realizing the deep meaning of your words: "No, wait, this could have both of us hurt!"

His chortling was heard once again, and you really wanted to smack him. Was he laughing at everything?

"You are such a dummy sometimes, Y/N." he said while parking the car, his hands handling the steering wheel skillfully. "Attractive", you thought, before shaking your head. And you made it obvious too.

"Y/N… you are acting very weird today. Am I, maybe, the reason behind this behaviour of yours?"

He was getting too full of himself, and you had to do something about it.

"No, it's actually your friend, Dokyeom. He is really hot, and less of a douchebag too." you proudly smiled, and got out of his car, leaving him high and dry once again.

There you were, again. The sassy Y/N he knew. The girl who tricked him with a fake name, the one who made him feel what losing his mind was like. The different one. He watched your figure getting smaller as you walked away, before leaving his car with a slam of the front door. His friends, Dokyeom and Mingyu, were working on a project together, and Yuta was attending his class. He shrugged and regained his cool posture, before putting his sunglasses on and walking inside the big building.

Two hours later, the break found him entering the café, as usual. His friends were waiting there, but they seemed to pay attention to the girls talking a few tables away. Even from a distance, they could tell how important the conversation was. And they were right. Ari had finally decided to tell you about her ex, and though you felt like the world around you crashed, it all made sense. A blinding thirst for revenge grew inside of you, and you already knew what you had to do. On the other side, you walked to your table like nothing happened, a weird smile plastered on your once—bright face.

"Hey, Y/N! We're meeting once again." he waved and sat next to you.

He felt like he needed to hurry this process, before the tables could have turned.

"Look, I want you to go on a date with me. If you'll enjoy it, we will meet again. If not, I promise I will leave you alone, for good."

Your eyes widened at his words, crimson red blush settling on your cheeks. He was giving up fastly, and that was odd. You knew he was planning something, but so were you.

"Are you in?"

You were more than happy with how the tables started to turn. "I'll show you why you shouldn't have messed with me, Jung," you thought, before opening your mouth to give him the answer.

#nct 127 #nct x reader #jaehyun × reader #nct ff #nct imagines #jaehyun series #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #college!au #e2l #'97 line #seventeen #yuta #yuta fluff #angst with a happy ending #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #nct x you #nct x y/n #nct 127 x you #jaehyun ff #jaehyun imagines #chip writes ✨️

[auskerry]

god bless gege for making yuta

#fuck gege if he kills him #yuta okkotsu #we need more ff about him #please be real #jjk #i wanna be the bug curse so bad pls french kiss me too

[rkivees]

If I see Sukuna's smile one more time I will smash my head into the wall. I need something good to happen next week I simply cannot live like this.

#NO because REALLY #get that demon OUT #yuta ffs DO SOMETHING #jujutsu kaisen

[kir4svn]

You’re here, 36th | n.yt

++ Smoker!Yuta AU

Genre: Fluff(?) | 1.5K Words

ⓒkir4svn, 2022

You lift your hand gently to your lips, taking a long drawl of the cigarette clasped between your fingers, a smile gracing your face as the smoke wisps its way into your lungs.

It was a cold night, but you couldn’t care less, clad only in your sloppy pyjama shorts and a white shirt. The first night you went up there you weren’t sure what had compelled you to leave your fifth floor apartment and take the lift all the way up to the 36th when it would have been much easier to just have gone to the steps outside your apartment block. But you don’t regret it even in the slightest.

Your apartment block was dry to say the least. Filled with exhausted college students, single parents and old couples, you never had any major experiences albeit the occasional disapproving sounds you heard from the senior citizens on your way back in from a smoke.

You wanted a more exciting life. You always tell yourself, but in truth you were more than happy with what you had. Sure, it was boring. Sure, it’d be great to be out in the midst of the city rather than in one of the back alleyways leading out of it, but you were satisfied.

You didn’t expect to want to go after a man who you had met at the same place just nights ago. The man with shaky hands who’d lit your cigarette with his battered metal cased Zippo lighter, and stood with you in a comfortable silence. Much less did you expect to make a routine out of it.

Dragging your feet out of your apartment at 2 in the dead of the night and heading all the way to the 36th floor balcony had become a nightly routine now. You did it to see him, as embarrassing as that was to admit.

To see the way his slightly long hair hung just above his eyes, and the way he always tucked both hands into the pockets of his sweatpants to look for his lighter as if he didn’t know which pocket they were lying in. It was how he was so predictable in all his actions but unpredictable in all his words.

Now, knowing that you’d arrived earlier than he would, you lean forward and tip the ashes from your cigarette off the edge of the railings, waiting for him to arrive the same time he always did.

“Oh, you’re here.” you hear the voice you’d been waiting for call from behind you, and it takes every fibre in you not to break out in a stupid smile.

“tiring day today?” you ask, a question you’d only garnered courage to bring up the second time the two of you had met.

The man only nods, pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sticking one in his mouth, fumbling around for his lighter immediately after. As always, the lighter is in his left pocket, and he raises his shaky hands to light the cigarette now clasp between his lips.

Only silence ensues for the next minute or so, but you don’t mind it, rather you appreciate it. It’s time to enjoy his presence as much as it’s time to be alone with your own thoughts.

You smile only slightly to yourself, the ring of his name sharp in your head from when he’d told you what it was just last night.

Yuta. You’d been referring to him as just 36th before then, and you’d simply never needed to know his name.

He gave you his number too, and although you didnt memorise it, you knew it was safely in your contact list, saved for when you finally put up the courage to drop him a text.

You glance back in his direction, only to see him with his head hung, his hair covering his eyes in a somewhat shaggy way, piled clump after clump.

He raises a hand to his lips, clasping the cigarette between his index and middle finger to pull it away, and lets out a deep sigh.

“Nothing quite like fresh air while you’re breathing in smoke into your lungs, right?” he remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at the attempt to crack a joke.

“I suppose so, yes.”

You meet him continuously for weeks, and eventually there comes the day he invites you over to his apartment.

It surprises you, to find that the man didn’t live on the 36th floor, but rather the 18th.

Just like you, he’d taken the lift up to the top of the building, for reasons you’d assumed to be the view, to take his midnight smoke.

He pushes open the apartment door carefully, and you kick off your shoes, stepping into the house and past the teak door frame carefully.

His apartment is small, but just right, not unlike yours. There are subtle differences in the layout, where the toilet is, where the bedroom door is facing, but otherwise the apartment might as well have been yours.

He’s quiet when he shuts the door, and when he goes to grab you a drink in the fridge, you watch as he stands with the light of the machine illuminating his face, scanning over it as if considering what you might prefer better.

Eventually he picks out beer, a can for you, one for him, and walks over to you with a slight hobble in his step.

“Do you drink?” he asks as he offers it to you, and you grunt.

“Of course.”

Yuta sat beside you, leaned back on his couch as he stared at the TV before him, watching some old Japanese game show of some guy eating a leather shoe, an unamused expression burned on his face.

You take a short sip of your Asahi Superdry yet again, and he looks over at you, eyes locking with yours with an intensity that made it difficult to even consider tearing them away.

“Yes?” you whisper, afraid making too loud a noise would scare the man out of his trance, and he smiles, a gentle lopsided grin, before his eyes travel to your lips.

Isn’t this too cliche? You think, berating yourself for the cheesy situation you now found yourself in. As your face heats up, you become painfully aware of how red your face must look to the man before you, but yet you don’t budge, sat still, beer can in your hands.

He leans in towards you, your hands move up onto his shoulders, and you lean in too, slowly, until your faces were barely two inches away, and you repeat yourself.

“Yes?”

He smiles. Now that he was so close to you, you could smell the cigarettes on his breath, and he could smell them on yours. His eyes flick upwards, now locked with yours, and your breath hitches.

He leans in closer, and so do you.

When his lips touch yours, your face heats up yet again, and you once again curse yourself for behaving like a teenager. Kissing you gently, his hands roam near your waist, not making contact in case you didn’t like it, a gentlemanly move you added to his list of charms.

You lean your body closer to him, not pulling your lips away from his in hopes he’d understand your gentle attempt at approval, and he does, hands grasping your waist, fingers pressing into the fabric on your skin.

You could barely remember the last time you were kissed, much less did you remember any details, but you were sure when you said you’d never felt a kiss quite like his before. The way he moved his lips on yours, the way that even if you opened your eyes to take a peek at his face, his eyes were kept closed, brows furrowed in concentration as if kissing you was the most important thing he had to do.

The taste of beer on his tongue should have been revolting, especially mixed with the heavy breath of tar the both of you shared, but you only wanted more. You pull back to catch your breath, and the man before you does so too.

When you look up at him again, his lips are swollen, eyes watery from having squeezed them shut, and his hair was messy from how you unconsciously ran your hands through it. He smiles, reaching a hand forward to brush a stray hair out of your eyes, opening his mouth to finally reply your question.

“Nothing. Just wanted to kiss you.”

“Can i let you in on a secret?” Yuta asks, though he knows you’d say yes. He’d gotten good at predicting your actions, given the number of times you’d come over, and the number of times he’d stopped by at your house after your nightly smokes.

Just as he expected you would, you nod, and the man chuckles, a faint chuckle, as he pulls an unlit cigarette out of its box and hands it to you.

“The first time I came here, I came here because I didn’t know what to do with my life, and I didn’t know what was real anymore. But looking at the distance to the ground, those 180 metres, just made it set in.” he begins, turning to look at you, the whites of his eyes standing out like sparks tangled in between strands of his jet black hair.

“Then I met you.”

As he speaks, Yuta smiles, and at his smile, You unconsciously find yourself smiling back, fiddling with the unlit tab in your hands.

“I never planned to come up here everyday. I wanted to see you, and thought that if I just waited up there, maybe you’d come again. And you did.” A chuckle. “You were there before me.”

“I thought, wow. I needed to do this everyday. I needed to see you every day.” he continues, turning away to look at the skyline as he gulps, looking nervous, an emotion you hardly ever observed on him.

“So, I know this is random.” Yuta let’s out as he digs in his pocket, yet again his left, and pulls out his lighter.

“But will you be my girlfriend?”

You look down at his outstretched hands when he pops the question, and immediately tears begin to well in your eyes.

His shaky hands, the ones you remember, stretching out his beaten up lighter your way.

A/N: I think the ending is so choppy help 💀💀

#kir4svn #kira's library #nct fanfic #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #nct ff #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct 127 #nct imagines #writers on tumblr

[garrandia]

Is there a story behind bald satoru

Yes, it started back in January 2021 when I tried to draw his short colorless hair for the first time and suddenly realised that this process is a

PURE UNFILTERED TORTURE FOR MY MIND AND MY SOUL

so since then baldjo was occupying my dreams

He's an ideal and superior version on that horrible creature with hair that I struggle to draw

Geto would never leave if THIS man was at his side

Truly the strongest 😌

#no i mean for real #i realised that hands clothes and ffs even ears are so much easier to draw than his stupid hair #my brain just cant register how #just hoooow short hair work #esp colorless #funny tho i had no problem w yuta or turk!vincent but fucking gojo #maaan #hes so special #anon #baldjo is my one and only

[lovelymya]

☀️Lee donghyuck x nakamoto yuta👑

💞First Time💞pt 1

Words- 1,116

Description - haechan has never seen yuta naked all their idol careers so what happens when he finally does? -wink wink-

This is my very first fanfic? Of whatever you would call this and I’m excited to share with you all and don’t be shy to give me feedback because I need it

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the room is filled with heavy breathing from every member, mirrors all fogged up, members are drowning in sweat but they still kept practicing. they have a world tour coming up soon and they want every dance they performing in perfect sync.

they danced to their last song before the leader announced it was finally time for a break "okay! let's take a short break, I put waters in the mini fridge if anyone want some" taeyong says with heavy breathing.

yuta walked over to the mini fridge grabbing him a water "hey hyung could you bring me one?" Haechan asked as he flop down on the couch trying to catch his breath

"sure" yuta says before grabbing two bottles of cold water and walking over to Haechan "here" he throws it to Haechan and flops down next to him

"thanks hyung" he mumbles before he opens the water "mhm" is all yuta says before he opens the water and starts downing the water like he haven't had anything to drink in days.

Haechan looked over at yuta as he was about to ask the older something but he got caught up in the others beauty, yuta was sweating a lot making his red long hair have a wet look to it along with sweat dripping down his neck onto his collarbones and yuta leaving his head back while drinking the water makes it no better "how can someone look so good while drinking water??" Haechan thought to himself as he stared at yuta without realizing he was looking for a bit too long

"you okay?" yuta asked with a chuckle as he see Haechan looking a bit dazed "...umm yeah, I'm fine" Haechan quickly says before looking away and taking a sip of his own water. Haechan forgot what he was about to ask yuta so he didn't say anything else to the other

"oppa, can you help me out with this one part of the dance? I'm struggling a bit" mark asked yuta from across the room then that's when it clicked in Haechan head, he was going to ask yuta if he could help him with the 'favorite vampire' choreography

"yeah here I come" yuta says as he sits his water down before getting up and walking to mark. Haechan sighs "I'll ask him later" he mumbles out to himself as he looks at yuta going over the dance with mark.

(back at the dorms)

Haechan was currently walking towards the bathroom hoping no one is in there so he could take a shower, he waited a good two hours after they got from practice thinking by then everyone would've been done showering and now settling down for bed but unfortunately he see yuta walking towards the bathroom as well "hyung!" he calls out for the other as he jogged towards him

"yes?" yuta says facing Haechan "can I shower first?" Haechan asked while putting on his cute pouty face "but-" yuta was cut off by Haechan "please hyung, I've waited hours" he says in a pouty tone

" we can just shower together" yuta suggested because he had planned to take a shower now and enjoy some tv for two hours before he go to bed, he didn't want to pull an all nighter again and snuggle to wake up and have no energy for practice.

Haechan eyes widened "t-together?" he was a bit flustered by that because he never thought yuta would ask him that even though its not their first time having to shower together because of reason back then all members had to shower together

"yeah together, we've done it before" yuta says reminding Haechan "yeah I know but it was more of us" Haechan says as he looks down knowing his cheeks was turning red by the thought he was having about the man in front of him

"oh sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable chanie" yuta felt a bit bad by suggesting that after haechans reaction "no!' Haechan says a bit too loudly, he clears his throat "no, I'm not uncomfortable with it. I was just a bit shocked that you has suggested that" he admits before looking up at yuta with a little assuring smile letting yuta know he wasn't uncomfortable.

"okay so do you want to? because I really need to take this shower now" yuta says softly as he waits for Haechan answer "umm yeah sure, I need to take mines now too" Haechan really didn't want to wait any longer because he was already tired and just wanted to sleep

"okay then lets go before others start coming" yuta says with a light chuckle as he walks into the bathroom "okay" Haechan softly says as he shyly walks in the bathroom after yuta closing the door and locking it.

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its been a week since the shower and Haechan just can't get his mind off of yuta, his head is being filled with dirty thought of his hyung. Haechan doesn't know what has gotten into him but yuta has been looking so good to him and been looking good before the whole shower situation, he just doesn't know exactly when he started seeing yuta this way but he know its been like this for a good few months he just never acted out on his emotions and pushed it in the back of his had as he been busy with comebacks and interviews.

Haechan is a bit scared to even act out on his feelings because what if yuta just thinks of him as a member or even worse...as a brother, Haechan shakes at the thought of yuta thinking of him as a brother that would ruin and type of chance of a romantic relationship with yuta and he does't want that but after that shower there's no way yuta could think of him as just a member or brother "I need to talk to someone about this" he mumbles before leaving room and going down the hall to another members room

"Hey mark, I need to talk to you about something important" Haechan says as he steps in mark and yuta shared room, he looks around making sure yuta wasn't around and to his luck yuta wasn't.

Should a make a pt 2?

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[jasscheeks]

sunbeams ; itadori yuji

pairings: itadori x reader

just yuji being completely enamored with your sleepy face in the morning

warnings: fluffy, completely fluffy, kind of implied female body traits, idk it’s really short, no dialogue

just wanted to post something cute and short <3

masterlist!

he's awake, but of course, he hasn't moved from his spot. instead, he's gazing at your sleeping face wondering just how in the hell did he end up with someone as perfect as you.

the sunbeams peek into itadori's room through the blinds, the glow of them reflecting off the walls and onto your relaxed features. birds chirp outside, serving as a natural alarm clock, but he doesn't bother listening, and neither do you seeing as you're still sleeping, unbothered. his fingers are tracing delicate shapes along the exposed skin on your waist, he's focusing on the rise and fall of your soft breathing, wishing he could stay in this moment, relishing in the beautiful scene before him.

your hair falls beneath your head, hairs sticking up and onto your face. you would call it a mess while he would simply say you look cute.

he can't help it, yuji finds you breathtaking. he still can't wrap his mind around how you like him just as much as he likes you. how you're everything he could ask for in a partner, and how you treat him with respect and take him seriously whenever he asks for it. no one can compare to your jokes, your laugh, and your smile, all of which make his heart pound. and to think that you're here showing him that you love and care for him each and every day, from sunrise to sunset, he’s the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you.

to think that he’s able to experience love like this in his lifetime has his heart full and warm with adoration for you.

although he can be quite the airhead at times, his skill in picking up on social queues being a little off the mark, but in all honesty, he’s learning. he’s growing alongside you every day, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

he’s obsessed, and he can confidently admit that he’s completely enamored by you with a smile on his face. and he’s done it before, in front of megumi, in front of gojo, todo, just about anyone who brings you up. he can’t go a day without reminding you just how much he’s truly and deeply in love with every aspect of you.

so as he notices you stirring in your sleep, he can’t contain the smile on his face as you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. your sweet smile meets his gaze and he's pulling you in close, your lips landing on the corner of his lips. his heart is full of you, the space occupied for the rest of his days spent with you.

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[theficblog]

Hello! I am here after reading your Haechan fanfic Unblock Your Heart and ohmygosh that one is so.. cute? and so.. steamy? Like that one part when Y/N drags him and gets a room for their thing ahem ahem.. and Haechan was pinned to the wall? Woah. Also as a history student myself too, loved the plot of the story and the This is probably where the ancient dudes would fuck is so funny like ebfkewbfjbcjsbcjsbcjhs!!

Hi Anon!

Thank you so much for your feedback!! I love it when y'all read and tell me what parts you enjoyed!

Idk myself from where did that plot come from, maybe I have been watching too many documentaries on history and Egyptology these days lol.

That ancient dudes dialogue came out of nowhere to me, and I even considered if it's gonna be apt turns out it was fun!

Thank you so much <3 (I’ll leave you with this cute Yuta gif!)

#ayyy thank you #unblock your heart #haechan ff #nct blurbs #nct ff #and i little bit of this cute yuta #your feedback means so much #like really #thank youuu #anon