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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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Shy love | bang chan

Word count: 2.7k Pairing: shy! reader x e-boy!, skater! Chan Genre: fluff, romance, cliché af A/N: I know I’m very absent and it’s badly written, but I’m not at my best rn and I suddenly got into my Chan’s feels (i dreamt about him last night 🥺) I’m sorry!! i stg he’s too handsome to be real

Sitting on the bus with your headphones, you dramatically watched the scenery went by at full speed. You needed to go at the other side of the town for an appointment and you decided to try another route to reach your destination point. You had always ridden the train, but at those hours, it was most likely to be packed, and you hated it. Here, you were sitting at the back of the bus, not a lot of people around you. As you neared another bus stop, a group of nine boys mounted the bus, laughing and holding cans of beer and their skateboards or scooters. They were pretty loud, earning side glances from other people riding the bus. You quickly looked at each of them, but you brought your attention back to the cityscape out of the window.

After a few more minutes, the boys had quieted down a bit, giggling and snickering here and there, but something felt odd. You felt like someone was staring at you. You truly hoped that it wasn’t someone creepy, that it was just someone that tried to recognise you.

You turned your head in direction of the staring and you met big hazel eyes. Your heartbeat started increasing and you started feeling hot, studying the boy’s face for a few seconds before looking away out of embarrassment. You felt him doing the same and when you stared at the floor, laughter getting louder on the boy’s side. He looked at you again, but you ignored him, trying to focus on your music and the rainy streets. You pressed the button to stop the vehicle at your bus stop, gathering your stuff and putting your raincoat on. You gulped and gripped a handle, preventing you from falling. As you were about to go off the bus, you stared at the hazel boy one last time and hurried to your appointment, running in the rain.

You found yourself riding the bus more often, a public transport less used by people during rush hour. This time, it was sunny, and you had your sketchbook in hand, trying to draw the boy that you saw last time. You still sat at the back of the bus and music was your only friend, helping you to focus on your artistic task. When you looked up to crack your neck, you immediately sank your head back in your drawing, noticing the skater boys boarding the bus. You held your breath, as if it would make you smaller and voices you recognised started getting quieter, noticing that the boys stood a bit further away from you than last time. You exhaled and forced yourself to not look up, not wanting to be caught staring. Each time one of them talked, you wondered if it was him speaking or not, some voices sending more chills in your body than others.

Lowering your music to hear your stop announcement, you focused on your drawing again as you heard that you still had a long way to go. “Hum, excuse me? Do you mind if I sit here?” a deep yet gentle voice asked and you looked up, immediately shutting your sketchbook. You nodded and clumsily gathered your stuff to make room for him. It was the hazel boy. “What’s your name?” he asked, and you felt like dreaming. Was he interested in you? “I’m… Y/N,” you quietly said and took off an earpiece, briefly looking at him. “And you are?” “I’m Chris, but everyone calls me Chan,” he answered, and you nodded, not really knowing what to do. You were panicking and anxious, whereas Chan looked extremely chill next to you. You stared at his friends, who were looking at the two of you with playful eyes, mocking and teasing their friend for approaching you.

“Don’t mind them,” he said as he followed your gaze, making you turn your head to look at him, “they’re making fun of me, not you, but don’t worry.” “But why are they behaving like this?” you asked and he chuckled. “I’m actually the only one that has the guts to go talk to a girl,” you nodded and clutched your sketchbook against your chest. “Oh, you draw? That’s so cool,” he said as he pointed your small black book and nodded again, smiling. “Yes, it’s one of my hobbies, along with painting,” you said and Chan’s mouth opened to form an “o”, impressed. “That’s so sick,” his smile showed dimples and you felt your breath catching in your throat at the sight, “can I see it?” “Oh hum, I’d rather not if you don’t mind,” you awkwardly said and your grip on your notebook tightened, but you were immediately relieved when Chan nodded. “It’s okay, I know it can be pretty personal, one of my friends over there also likes to sketch but he never shows everything to us,” you gratefully smiled at him and he sent it right back to you, eyes turning into crescent moons. You looked away, flattening your floral dress on your thighs, not knowing how to keep the conversation going. “If I can’t get to see your artworks, can I get your number instead?” you cleared your throat and pursed your lips at his words, not expecting him to be this straightforward. You thought two seconds about it and nodded, making Chan’s smile widen. You shakily took the phone he was handing you and double checked that you entered your correct phone number and gave it back to him with a shy smile.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Chan, but I’m going off here,” you mumbled and the boy grabbed his skateboard and stood up with you. “Wait, you’re going off here as well?” you asked and he nodded, making your brows furrow. “I don’t live far from here, so I can be around you a bit longer. Only if you don’t mind, I can jump right back in the bus if I bother you.” “No, not at all, it feels kind of nice to have someone with me,” you said as you struggled to put everything in your bag. Chan stood in front of you and held the bottom of your bag, allowing you to put everything in it like you wanted. “Thanks,” you mumbled and slightly shook his head, telling you that it was nothing.

You got to meet Chan a bit more than only in the bus. You were slowly warming up to each other, feeling like a teenager in love when you looked at him. You knew that his looks wanted to make him look unapproachable, but when he was in private, he was a whole other boy. He was smiling, very touchy and gentle, making you crazily blush when he was around.

One evening, you were bored as hell and your parents had to attend a professional meeting together. You texted Chan around twenty minutes ago, but you were still left unanswered. You sighed, pondering about going to bed early or just watch a series. As you were about to go fetch yourself some snacks in the pantry, your smartphone emitted a sound, notifying you from a message.

I’m skating right now, do you want me to come over? you read his text and sighed, still undecided about what you actually wanted to do. Can I come watch you instead? You sent back and locked your phone, dropping it on the bed. His answer wasn’t long in coming. Of course, honey. Make sure to bring a sweater or something warm, it’s getting windy 😉

You smiled and sprung from your bed, putting a sweater above your t-shirt and a pair of leggings before leaving your room. You grabbed water from the fridge, as well as snacks and two apples. Locking your front door, you ran to the bus stop as you heard the bus coming, signalling your presence to the driver to make him stop. Once you arrived at the skatepark near the beach, the salty wind made you inhale deeply, loving the current atmosphere. You noticed only two skateboarders, recognising Chan as one of them. The rest of the people populating the park were skaters, sending ticks mid-air as you passed by them. You carefully walked to Chan, who noticed you and sat on his board while waiting for you. You handed him a bottle of water and an apple, surprising him by your gesture.

“Thank you? That’s so nice of you,” he said gently smiled, watching him gulp down a few sips of fresh water in one go. “You must be tired and thirsty, so I thought that I’d bring something for you,” he passed his arm around your shoulder and drew you towards him, swiftly kissing your temple. Your stomach churned at the action, it was the first time that he showed you affection aside from flirting and complimenting you. You looked at him and he chuckled, his fluffy hair dancing with the wind.

“What? Want me to do it again?” you giggled and looked away. “Not for now,” you answered as you observed the riders clapping and cheering at each other for a trick they managed to succeed. “Wave to me when you want affection, then,” he winked and you shook your head with a smile, stuffing his apple in his mouth. He slightly turned his head away and grabbed your wrist, only to allow him to properly bite into the apple. He munched on it with a happy smile, wiping the juice of the fruit falling from his lips with the back of his hand. “It’s nice to take a break from skating with you,” he said out of nowhere as his eyes got lost in the sea in front of you. The sun was about to set, and the last rays warmed you up from the chilly wind, goosebumps flooding your body. “I feel at peace when we’re together,” you mumbled as you bit into your apple, “I feel like all my worries and anxiety suddenly vanish, it almost feels weird to feel good.” “I’m glad you feel like that when I’m around,” he looked at you with a soft smile, his foot on his board, making it roll back and forth. He stood up, gently letting go of the hand you didn’t notice him hold and speeded on his board, showing you off his skills. You didn’t really care about skateboarding, the only things that mattered to you was the smile on his face when he succeeded a trick or when he looked at you.

Without having him noticing, you took your sketchbook out of your bag and found a pencil in the back pocket and started sketching Chan as he was waiting for the park to clear out a bit. He had the top of his board in his hand, looking away from you with the beach behind him, looking like he was posing. Maybe he was, but you were too immersed in your sketching to care. You curled up a bit on yourself, trying to keep the warmth as close to you as possible. Chan stayed like that for a few more seconds, allowing you to finish the rough draft of his silhouette. Then, he started riding his board again, sometimes closing your eyes to remember details of him and his handsome face.

“Have you gotten bored?” Chan joked as he came back after a while, wiping the light sweat off his forehead and sat down next to you again. You chuckled and put your pencil down, closing the notebook between your fingers. “Nah I’m fine, let’s say that I suddenly got inspired.” His eyes went from your face to your notebook and he pointed at it. “I still can’t have a look at it, can I?” you shrugged and he faked an annoying huff, pushing his hair back and deeply breathed. “It’s not that good, but you can see it. Only that page, I’ll murder you if you flip through it.” He smirked at your warning and opened the sketchbook, his eyes widening at your drawing of him. “It looks so good! So real!” he said as he took a closer look of your piece of art. “I want a poster out of that, Y/N, you’re so talented.” “Chan, it’s just a rough sketch,” you humbly mumbled as you tried to get your sketchbook back, but he extended his arm away from you, teasing you by trying to flip the page with his thumb. “Stooop,” you whined and Chan smiled, softly grunting as you laid your hand on his thigh, shifting your weight to try and grab your precious item.

“I’ll give it back to you only if you kiss me,” he said in your ear and you almost fell at his words. You looked at him and your eyes widened at your sudden proximity, red softly decorating your cheeks. Chan was smirking as he still held your notebook above your heads, arm slowly going numb as you took your sweet time to stare into each other’s eyes. You slowly leant and grabbed his jaw, making sure that he wouldn’t move his face as you kissed the soft skin of his cheek. He huffed as you ruined his entire plan but gave you your sketchbook back anyway.

“You’re so not funny,” he mumbled as you put everything that belonged to you in your bag. Zipping it up, you smiled at him and went to sit on his legs, surprising him. You weren’t usually the one to initiate skinship, but he wasn’t complaining when you did. Chan’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His nose touched your neck and you gasped as you felt his warm lips laying a soft kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Not here,” you whispered, and he laughed. “Come on, it’s just a kiss on the neck, it’s not that deep,” he stated and you heavily blushed, pulling the hood above your head and nestling into his neck. He smelt like cologne and laundry, it was very comforting to be in his arms. Chan’s hands drew you a bit away from him, making you turn to the side, your legs wrapped around him. You were now straddling him, and Chan rested his head on your chest. You rubbed the back of his head and he sighed in content, tightening his grip around you.

“I love you,” he mumbled, completely out of the blue, which startled you. “Come again?” you said, not sure that you heard him quite right. “I love you,” he didn’t hesitate to repeat, his hands going under your sweater and t-shirt, softly rubbing your back as he looked up at you from his spot in your arms. “Since I saw you for the first time, you’re constantly running in my mind. I never told you that but, when we first met in the bus, I almost went off with you like the second time, but I didn’t know what to say or do when I’d reach you. I’m glad that my friends pushed me to come and talk to you because I’ve never been this happy since I’m seeing you.” You laid your hands on his shoulders to make him properly look at you and he had the most delicate eyes that you’ve ever seen on him. Cupping his cheeks, you smiled, softly bumping his nose with yours. He chuckled but you both became serious again, Chan’s eyes leaving yours to land on your lips. He looked back up at you and you nodded, allowing him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

Your mouths moved in sync, the kiss bringing you nothing but happiness. Chan had managed to break down your ice walls, comfortably installing himself and his love in your heart. It felt warm, he knew that he was in a good and safe place, and so were you. Chan, under his skater, e-boyish appearance, hid a loving heart, filled with attention and kindness. He felt like trusting again, and he was right. Having you by his side made him feel like nothing could hurt him. You protected each other’s hearts, and that’s the only thing that the two of you needed; someone caring and loving.

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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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Forbidden love | w. kunhang

Word count: 4.9k Pairing: nursemaid! reader x prince! Hendery Genre: fluff, angst (if you squint), royalty au Synopsis: due to your different social status, being with Hendery is impossible. However, he’ll try everything to make it work. A/N: sorry for being so inactive, I’ve been extremely busy stressing out and overthinking my entire life and decisions. I hope y’all like this piece of trash writing! ❣

Even if it’s forbidden, Hendery couldn’t help but love you. He’s a prince, you’re a nursemaid, the difference between your two social status would never allow your union, if it were to happen. You knew Hendery (I mean, how couldn’t you. You worked for his parents), but you never really talked to him. You had exchanged a few words with him by the past since you were taking care of his younger sibling. He had tried to help you out, but you always denied, not wanting to get him or you in trouble.

You owed his parents a lot. Twenty years ago, his father, the king, rescued you from the piercing cold of winter. He had found you abandoned in a thin knitted dress; a cotton cloth loosely wrapped around your tiny figure. When he brought you back to the castle, the other maid looked after you and brought you up. You were now 20 years old and grateful for the king. His wife, the queen, never liked you, still believing that you were the daughter of an unacceptable union between her husband and a woman, a whore from the plebs. The king had tried to explain – you once heard that he even vowed it - that he had found you in the snow, but she always rejected his version of the story. You avoided her as much as possible and so did you with Hendery. He had strong facial traits of his mother, that’s why you avoided him. Every time he talked to you, even if he has the humanity and the kindness of his father, his face reminded you too much of his mother and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes without feeling uneasy.

“Hi, Y/N,” you heard someone say and you froze, picking the child in your arms before turning around. “Good afternoon, your Highness,” you bowed your head. Jiaying, his younger sister that you had in your arms copied you, making Hendery chuckle. “Please call me Hendery, it’s more practical and you’re around my age,” he said with a smile and you shrugged. “You have a higher social status, your Highness, I shall use the proper vocabulary when I meet you,” you try to stay as polite as possible, always on your guard. The women who brought you up always told you that the walls had ears and you could get in serious trouble if you said something wrong. You didn’t want to take the risk of losing your job, so you stayed polite, even if the prince asked you to drop the formalities. Working in the castle was exhausting but at least you had a home and food when it was cold. “I know, but we are alone now, you can call me by my name, no one is here.” Hendery smiled at your shyness and laughed as you try to prevent his little sister from untying the yellow ribbon tightly wrapped in your hair. As Hendery wasn’t saying anything else, you excused yourself and went to put the young princess to bed. You washed her face, brushed her teeth, put on her nightgown, and told her a story. You were like her older sister to her, since the king and the queen never really took care of her. She loved her elder brother, but you noticed that she had separation anxiety when you or Hendery left her unattended for a while.

That day, in the middle of the night, you got woken up by repetitive loud bangs on your wooden door. Quickly putting on a long cardigan around your shoulders and securely tied it around your waist, you hugged the material close to your chest. When you opened the door, your head spun when you found the one and only prince of this castle. “Y-your Highness?” you asked, hesitant on why he’s here. “I’m so sorry to wake you up at this hour Y/N, but Jiaying has been crying for the past hour and nobody can calm her down.” Hearing his words, you ignored the coldness biting at your bare feet and you hastily walked to her room, the prince on your heels. As you got closer and closer from her room, you could hear the screeching cries of Jiaying, and you burst through the door. Servants, other nursemaids, the king, and his wife were there, the latter sending you a dark glare as you walked past everyone to make your way to the bed. You bowed at everyone before touching Jiaying’s rosy cheeks.

“She's running a temperature,” you said, and you noticed from the corner of your eye the queen’s jaw clenching. You gulped and focused on the young girl, whose sobs calmed down since you were by her side. The queen dragged her husband out of the room without a word, followed by a few other people, leaving you and Hendery in the room. “Tell me if I can help,” he whispered as he caressed his sister’s hand with his thumb. “Your Highness, it would be unfortunate if you caught her fever. You may go back to sleep.” Hendery frowned at your words and you got surprised as his voice went an octave deeper. “Y/N, this is my sister, I want to help to make her feel better.” “Your Highness, you’re the prince, this is not your job to--” “I know,” he cut you, jaw clenched, and you looked away, his mother’s features strongly making their way on his face. Noticing your change of behaviour, Hendery’s tone softened and sat deeper on the king-sized bed. “But I still want to help. it’s my sister.” “Let us switch roles, then,” your voice didn’t mean to come out trembling, but you couldn’t control your emotions very well, which surprised Hendery. “You can stay here while I go grab the things your sister needs.”

As soon as you stood up from your spot next to Jiaying, she started crying again, forcing you to sit down. You turned your head to the prince but didn’t look at him in the eyes, feeling his gaze on your face. “Let me help you Y/N.” you sighed, defeated as you timidly but politely enumerated the things you needed to heal the princess. Hendery dashed out of the room and came back around 10 minutes later with everything in hand, only to find you caressing his sister’s cheek. You quickly got up and helped him unload his arms and started taking care of Jiaying.

You stayed awake the entire night to take care of the princess, only to have her falling asleep when the sun was rising. You discreetly stifled a yawn as you noticed Hendery asleep next to his sister. Her cheeks were still bright red and you were praying that she’d heal soon. You preferred running without any sleep than struggling to wake up after only 10 minutes of rest, so you went on with your day as if nothing happened. Walking in the kitchens, you started preparing breakfast for the two siblings, eating a banana and an apple during the process. Feeling your head spinning from your lack of sleep, you slapped your cheeks to shake you awake, earning a weird glance from the cooks. You awkwardly smiled and greeted them, only to be left without an answer. You bitterly chuckled to yourself as you poured the chicken soup in a bowl, putting it on a tray and made your way towards the room.

After closing the bedroom door behind you, you put the tray down on the bedside table and carefully shook Hendery awake. “Your Highness, you need to wake up, it’s 8 am,” you whispered, and he grumbled, his head sinking deeper in the pillow. His behaviour made you smile but you had to wake him up, he needed to eat and get ready before his library session. “Your Highness,” you shook his shoulder a bit harder this time, but he didn’t answer, and you sighed. You had heard that he was a heavy sleeper, but you never thought that it would be so hard to wake him up. Making sure that you were the only one in the room, you got closer to the prince and resisted the urge to push his hair away from his eyes.

“Hendery,” you murmured and shook him one last time. He groaned again, louder this time, but his eyes started fluttering. “You need to wake up, you have your library-” “Shht, Y/N, please. Five more minutes,” he mumbled and grabbed your forearm, making you gasp. You stood there, not knowing what to do. You wanted to shake him off as quickly as possible, but you found him quite endearing hugging your forearm like he currently was. “I can’t let you sleep more; your father and counsellor will be angry if you’re late.” “Don’t care,” he protested, his voice way lower than usual, laced with sleep. You stifled a smile as you managed to place the plate filled with scrambled eggs under his nose. His eyes opened and you caught him inhaling the food you had prepared for him. He let go of your arm, suddenly wide awake and sat down in the bed, hastily grabbing the cutlery you were handing him with a smile. Starting to take care of his sister, you saw him putting the now empty glass of orange juice on the bedside table before resting his head against the wall behind him. “My sister told me that your cooking skills were good, but I didn’t expect them to be this wonderful.” He stated and you shyly beamed, covering Jiaying’s forehead with a cold piece of cloth. “This breakfast is the simplest thing in the world, you know,” you said, softly feeding Jiaying with a spoon. “You’re going to get late, you shall find your servant so she can style your hair.” Hendery touched his hair as a reflex and chuckled as he felt the nest under his touch. “Do you think you can you do it? I can’t be seen like this...” his voice trailed, and you put the bowl down, Jiaying avoiding the spoon every time you neared it around her mouth. “Please keep an eye on your sister while I go grab everything.” He nodded and thanked you as you got out of the door, only to find his servant with the things needed to style his hair. “Ah Y/N, have you seen the prince? I went to your room but none of you was in there.” She said and you frowned. “What- why would he be in my room?” you questioned, and the elder woman shrugged. “He’s in the princess’ room but give me all of that, I’ll do it myself.”

You grabbed her basket and hurried back in the room, only to find Hendery on the balcony, admiring the view. “Your Highness, I’m back,” you said as you put the basket down on the bed, still a bit angry and confused about what his servant told you. He closed the window and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for you. His sister was less red than this morning, but when you touched her forehead, it was still burning. You softly stroked her cheek before bringing your attention back on the prince. “Y/N, are you okay?” He said after moments of silence, noticing the frown on your face. Looking at him with eyebrows raised, you nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” you questioned and kept on styling his hair. “I don’t know, you look angry since you came back.” Hendery’s gaze never left you and you sighed. “Well, your servant was looking for you and she said that she went to check my room and she expected us both to be in there. I don’t know who told her that or who started this rumour, but I want it to stop as quickly as possible.” You uttered in one breath, trying to stay as polite as possible. With this rumour, your job was already at risk so you wouldn’t want to get in even more trouble by breaking another law. If the queen were to hear about this rumour, she wouldn’t hesitate to fire you straight away.

“Do you despise me that much that you can't stand hearing rumours about us or what’s the problem?” the young prince eyes you from his spot on the bed while your hands worked in his hair. “I don’t despise you, your Highness,” “I told you to stop calling me like that,” he huffed but you kept going. “I’m not like you, you know. I know your mother hates me, she thinks I’m an illegitimate child and I’m sure that she wouldn’t think twice before firing me if she has the smallest opportunity. Do you imagine, her son, the prince, the royal heir, to be rumoured to have spent the night with a servant, a peasant like me? I’m far from being a princess, I don’t have royal blood flooding through my veins, I’m just a maid. I’m only here to take care of your sister, nothing else. I can be easily replaced, a lot of women are dying to work for the royal family. I’m only meant to get married to someone from my social status and your mother won’t hesitate to remind me that. So no, I don’t despise you, I’m simply scared. Not only for me but for you as well.” It was the first time that you spoke so openly and informally to Hendery and you immediately started regretting it, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger. Being too tired to think of an apology, you remained quiet, and so did he. He was shocked that you were so terrified of his mother. He knew that people found her scary, but he had never imagined you being so frightened of her. “I didn’t know she terrorised you this much,” Hendery mumbled but you didn’t say a word. If you could have, you would have given him a piece of your mind about his mother, but you didn’t dare. Even if she terrifies the shit out of you, Hendery wouldn’t like to hear your words about his mother. You wouldn’t like to have someone complaining about your mother, even if you didn’t have one.

Suddenly remembering all the nights you spent crying because you missed the family you’ve never had, your eyes welled up with tears and you sniffled, alerting the prince. You sighed again because it was the last thing you needed. His pity. “Y/N-” Hendery rose his hand to touch your forearm but it stood mid-air at your words. “Hend- your Highness, please no.” You harshly said and backed off to the basket, putting all the stuff back inside. “I’ve finished styling your hair, your Highness, I wish you a lovely day.” You put everything away in the basket, tears blurring your vision. You bowed before dashing out of the room, looking for the hairdresser, never looking back. Hendery stood there, puzzled of what just happened. He didn’t expect you to burst into tears in front of him, and you rejecting his comfort slightly broke his heart. He knew that his mother wasn’t very keen on having you around the castle, leave alone around him. During his entire lesson, he couldn’t focus, you occupied his mind too much. His father looked exasperated but didn’t say a word, whereas his counsellor yelled at him for not remembering the things he learnt last week, but he didn’t care. You were more important to him than any of those lessons.

During the following days, you avoided the royal family like the plague, except for Jiaying, who you were assigned to. She needed your help and attention to heal and your determination to make her feel better paid off. Within a week and a half, she was back on her feet and you were exhausted. You made sure to stay awake most of the nights to be there for her, resting your head against the bed frame or reading while she was sleeping. You had been avoiding Hendery, not wanting to confront him since that time when you styled his hair. He had tried several times to talk to you, but you always managed to get busy or meet someone in the castle that needed him, allowing you to escape. One morning, you woke up with the strongest headache you’ve ever had in your life, preventing you from even sitting up in your bed. You groaned and tried anyway, only to be seized by dizziness. You saw stars, your bedroom was spinning, you truly felt like you were going to die. Since your room was at the very end of a long corridor, no one could hear you, even if you yelled. You started to panic, already hearing your superiors barking at you for being late, which increased your pain. After a few minutes sunk in silence trying to get a grip on your discomfort, you managed to stand up and made your way to your kitchenette, boiling water in a small pot. You started getting ready for the day, way slower than you usually were. Before correctly buttoning up your maid apron, you poured the warm liquid in a cup and let your tea sink in. You hoped that it would give you the strength to make it alive until tonight.

It didn’t help, you felt like it aggravated everything. Maids asked you if you were okay when they saw you and you pretended that you were only a little tired. You didn’t have any other choices, you had to take care of Jiaying, you couldn't skip work, even if you were at your worst. The princess was kind enough to be calm this morning, allowing your pain to diminish a little. You read her stories, played with her, and tried to teach her how to knit. She paid close attention and she was patient, managing to get the strings to work on her little fingers. When it was time for her to eat, you left her room and went to cook her lunch. However, as soon as you got out, your pain hit you straight in the head, making the castle completely spin, forcing you to lean against the granite wall. After earning a few side glances from people walking past you, your body was too exhausted to move and you gave in, completely blacking out against the cold wall.

Jiaying stared at you making your way out the door, your walk was slightly dizzy and uncertain. The young princess frowned but focused on her knitting. She wanted to impress you by making a few rows alone, showing you that she carefully listened and was able to succeed. She stuck her tongue out as she made a stitch on one side, then on the other, carefully passing the needles through the thread. Her stomach grumbled after a few rows, not understanding why you were taking so long to come back. “Where is Y/N?” she mumbled as she opened the door, but no one answered her, people passing by completely ignoring her. She wandered a bit in the castle, looking out for you, getting progressively lost in the winding corridors of the castle. She was getting scared and started running, regularly yelling your name, tears forming in her small eyes.

Arriving in front of the kitchens, she noticed a figure on the floor and she carefully approached it. She gasped when she recognised the yellow ribbon in your hair, the one she always wanted to untie since she was younger. She tried to bring people to a halt to help you, they all looked at her weirdly, wondering what the princess was doing alone in the castle. She was about to cry when an idea popped in her head. She carefully untied the yellow ribbon that secured your bun, your hair falling down your shoulders and she ran, jostling other children or adults on her way. She noticed her brother in the distance and she yelled his name, panting. Hendery recognised her frail voice and saw her running towards him. He immediately started getting worried when he caught the tears running down her face. “Meimei, what are you doing here alone? Why are you crying?” He crouched down and picked her up, only to have her burying her face in his neck. “Y-Y/N,” at the mention of your name, Hendery grabbed Jiaying’s nape to make her look at him. He spotted the yellow ribbon in her hand and his heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong with Y/N?” He was getting extremely worried, scared that something bad happened to you. Seeing that she didn’t answer, he slightly shook his sister and asked again. “Hm? Where is she?” “She- she’s gone.” Jiaying cries increased, leaving Hendery with nothing but a pounding heart. Hendery carried his sister as she guided him through the castle to you. When he reached the corridor, you were still on the floor, but a few maids were surrounding you. He caught the first maid and handed her his little sister and kneeled next to you. The other servants immediately backed off, leaving him space. “Go get the doctor and tell him it’s an emergency, prepare a room with new sheets and assign someone to temporarily take care of the princess,” Hendery ordered, his tone authoritative and harsh. People started to move, leaving in every direction to follow his orders. He slid a hand under your head and cupped your cheek with the other, his gaze never leaving your face, ready to catch a small hint of you waking up. But you never did. His face fell when he noticed how pale and exhausted you looked, eyebags falling to the middle of your cheeks and your lips turning purple. He checked the pulse on your neck and fortunately, it was still beating, but it was awfully slow. He took off his uniform jacket and handed it to the last maid, Wenling, who stayed behind, and he recognised her as one of your closest friends. The young prince passed his arms under your knees and neck, lifting you from the ground. He gestured to your friend to follow him and she compelled, looking extremely pale. She was so scared for you, she closely followed Hendery after putting the jacket on you.

When you regained consciousness, your entire body felt numb but at least warmth surrounded you, unlike when you fainted. The bed was way more comfortable than the one you had in your room, making you wonder where you were. It felt like you were sleeping on clouds, wrapped in delicate rays of sunshine. As your eyes fluttered open, you slowly recognised the Chinese tapestry decorating the ceiling. The last time you had seen this tapestry was when Hendery and his maid were sick, and you had to take care of him. Your eyes started to water from being open for so long and you closed them as you heard voices coming from the door.

“Your Highness, do you think Y/N will wake up soon?” “I don’t know, Wenling, even the doctor doesn’t know. He said that she was overworked and exhausted, she needs to rest. It’s already been a week, so it can take her more days, or even weeks to recover, we don’t know. We can only hope that she’ll eventually come back to us. I’ll make sure to warn you when she wakes up.” “Thank you, your Highness.” You heard as the door closed, steps coming closer to you. The bed dipped under the weight and you felt a finger softly caressing your cheek. This gesture sent a wave of chills down your spine, his warm touch contrasting with the coldness of your body.

Hendery stopped stroking your cheek and moved a bit, feeling his hand now on your bare forearm, his head resting on your shoulder. “I can’t wait for you to wake up,” he mumbled as he knew that you were the only two in the room. “I can’t wait to see your pretty eyes and smile again,” you felt his breath against the side of your neck, and you waited a bit before opening your eyes, wanting to hear more of those sweet words. But you didn’t, your body fell asleep before you could hear anything else. When you emerged again, Hendery hadn’t left his spot next to you. He sounded asleep, and the darkness of the room confirmed your thought. You tried to move your head and it dropped on his shoulder, the faint smell of him on his nightclothes made you sleepy again, but it was different this time. You knew that you’d wake up tomorrow.

And you did. When Hendery’s eyes opened due to the rays of sunshine coming through the poorly closed curtains, he felt your head on his shoulder and smiled. It was a sign that you were awake. He slept next to you every night since you fainted, and you never moved your head. He wrapped his arm around your waist and carefully brought you closer to him, having you this close making him happy. You woke up to someone repeatedly sliding fingers through your hair, a chin resting against your forehead. It took you a few minutes to realise in what posture you were in and you froze.

“H-Hendery…” you mumbled, your voice coming out raspy as you weakly tried to get out of the prince’s arms. His stomach happily churned when he heard his name coming out of your mouth and he kept you close to his chest as he felt you move. “Shht, it’s alright, I’m here. I won’t let you slip out this time,” he mumbled, and you opened your eyes, only to be met with the brown orbits of the man who held you “captive”. “Have you thought about what your mom—” “My mom is the one who sent me there when she heard that you passed out.” Hendery calmly explained and you stopped rubbing your eyes.

What?

“Yes, as surprising as it might sound, she allowed me to keep you company and even sleep next to you.” Maybe she wasn’t as terrible as she looked and sounded. Maybe, it was her facial traits that made her look mad and angry all the time. “So, if she enters now, she won’t fire you or yell at you as you were scared of her doing so. Sometimes, you just need a bit of communication to clear things out.”

You nodded at his words, staring at the ceiling. Hendery cupped your cheek and made you look at him. His stare was intense, but it never made you feel awkward. He had reassuring and tender eyes, two brown orbits that charmed everyone, including you. They quickly travelled to your lips, only to back up a second later, as if he were scared that you’d catch his intention. He crawled closer to you, as if it were possible, his lips almost touching yours. You closed your eyes, the staring getting too intense for you, and that’s when you felt his lips crashing onto yours. His arm sneaked from your waist to your back, his other hand resting against the back of your head, hugging you with quite some force.

You managed to lift your arms and wrap them around the prince’s neck, playing with his fluffy hair. Dizziness made its way in your head again, but this time, you knew that you weren’t the only one who felt like that. He deepened the kiss, tangling his limbs with yours, passing his hand under the sleeve of your white nightgown to soothingly rub his hand against your skin. You slightly pushed his chest when you felt your lack of oxygen growing and he broke the kiss, only to rest his forehead against yours. “I don’t care about what people or my family say, I love you and no one can change that. Do you understand that?” He said, kissing your cheek. “I don’t love you for your reputation or your social status, I don’t care about this, I only love you for who you are and who you help me be.” “How do I help you, though?” You questioned, cheeks becoming red at his sudden confession. “The way you take care of me and my sister, your smile and your perseverance make me want to keep going, to work and study hard to make you proud.” “You don’t have to do all of this to make me proud, I’m already proud of the person you have become. I love you for what you are already, and that’s more than enough.” “That’s what I needed to hear.” He smirked and you frowned, not understanding what he meant. “I needed to hear those three words. I’ve been waiting for years to hear them.” He kissed your temple as you realised what you said, earning a small from him. “Do you want me to say them again?” You teased and he chuckled but vividly nodded. You hoisted yourself higher, cradling his face and looked at him deep in the eyes. “I love you, my prince,” you kissed his nose and he grinned, stifling a squeal. You giggled and exchanged a kiss again, not caring about the world outside of his bedroom. You were the most important thing to each other, and no one could prevent you from loving each other. Not the queen, nor your different social status. Nothing.

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HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY

a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity

brooklyn bail fund

minnesota freedom fund

atlanta action network

columbus freedom fund

louisville community bail fund

chicago bond

black visions collective

richmond community bail fund

the bail project inc

nw com bail fund

philadelphia bail fund

the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme

george floyd’s family gofundme

blacklivesmatter.com

reclaim the block

aclu

turn off your adblocker and do not skip ads. between each time watch 3-5 other videos (mix it up) before restarting. this will ensure you aren’t marked as spam by youtube. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere but don’t mute the video itself. and let. it. play.

youtube will donate to blm for you.

youtube

please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.

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ways to help protestors if you are unable to protest

everybody has to do their part. as a reference, this was posted on 1 june 2020. if any links are broken or direct to a place they should not, please feel free to add on with corrections. if there is new information with better knowledge, please feel free to share. thank you.

1. donate

do not donate to shaun king. he has repeatedly collected money to “support” black people, but no one knows where the money is.

BAIL FUNDS (ALPHABETICAL ORDER; NOT A COMPREHENSIVE LIST)

note: washington dc and new jersey have cashless bail systems.

bail fund google doc (also includes lawyers for protestors)

national bail fund network (directory of community bail funds)

community bail funds masterpost by @keplercryptids

resistance funds (google sheets; lists bail funds around the country)

nationwide bail funds (split a donation to the bail funds listed on the linked page with a single transaction)

atlanta bail fund

brooklyn bail fund

colorado freedom fund

columbus freedom fund

houston chapter of black lives matter

liberty fund (nyc based; focuses services on people from low-income communities)

los angeles freedom fund

louisville community fund

massachusetts bail fund

minnesota freedom fund (as of may 30, 2020, they are encouraging people to donate elsewhere since they have raised enough money; as of may 29, 2020, they do not have a venmo, as some fraudulent accounts have been claiming, source)

philadelphia bail out fund

richmond bail fund

MORE PLACES TO DONATE

note: more links are listed in the masterposts below.

northstar health collective (healthcare and medical aid for people on the front lines)

reclaim the block (aims to redistribute police funding to help the minneapolis community)

twin cities dsa (provides fresh groceries and hot meals to people in minneapolis)

2. educate yourself

it isn’t enough to sign petitions and reblog/retweet/etc. nonblack people, including people of color, owe it to black people to educate themselves and correct themselves and the people around them on anti-blackness.

note: more links are in the masterposts linked below.

resources and tools regarding racism and anti-blackness (google sheets compilation)

readings on society, racism, the prison system, etc. (twitter thread)

“where do we go after ferguson?” by michael eric dyson

official black lives matter website

3. give out supplies to protestors

people need supplies to protest safely, and even if they bring supplies with them, they can often run out. if you’re able, stock up and hand them out to people protesting. for more supplies to donate, see the “george floyd action” google docs link in section 5.

water bottles (dehydration and heatstroke are not things people should have to deal with alongside bastard cops. if the police in your area are particularly violent or known to use tear gas, get the ones with the sports cap/suction-thing/etc so people can use them as emergency eye-flushes.)

snacks (make sure to take into account that people have allergies of all sorts. foods will have a little label that says “may contain” and then list any potential allergens. write the allergens on the ziploc (or any container you use) in permanent marker, or better yet, write the snacks included in the pack.)

masks (don’t forget there’s still a pandemic going on. also it will aid in deterring facial recognition when the police try to track down protestors, also part two, if the cops use tear gas, wearing a mask (with the combination of a scarf or bandana) will lessen the adverse effects. lessen, not stop.)

bandanas, scarves, etc. and goggles (ski goggles, swimming goggles, etc.) (see above for explanation on the scarves. same goes for the goggles. anti–tear gas and anti–facial recognition.)

clean shirts (for people who are heavily gassed. also helps deter recognition through clothing.)

wound care supplies (band-aids, packets of neosporin packets or a similar antibiotic, alcohol wipes, etc.; if you can, decant bactine into those little travel bottles.)

a sharpie or another type of marker (for writing bail numbers or emergency contacts on arms, hands, etc. it’s not enough to have your city’s bail fund number stored on your phone; the police won’t give it to you to look it up. give people a marker so they can write it down, preferably not washable so it isn’t easily removed.)

IMPORTANT: KNOWING FIRST AID

tear gas: if you’re hit, get out as fast and as soon as you can. take anyone you can with you. the longer you’re in the gas, the harder it will be for you to see, and it can irritate your airways, making it hard to breathe. if you’re hit, don’t run; it’ll only make things worse on your lungs. when you leave the area, take a cold shower. don’t use hot water (it will only reactivate the agent); don’t bathe (it will only spread the CS around). (source 1) (source 2) (cdc fact sheet on tear gas)

move them to a clean and ventilated area where it’s as safe as possible.

ask them if they’re wearing contact lenses. have them remove it. if they’re wearing glasses, rinse it with water.

solution of half liquid antacid, half water. spray from the inside going out, with the head tilted back and slightly towards the side being rinsed. if they say it’s okay, open the eye slightly while doing this. (source)

bullet wounds: the most important thing is to stop the bleeding. be sure to check for an exit wound and cover that as well. treat both wounds, but treat the worse one first.

stop the bleed (youtube video by uc san diego health)

first aid in active shooting scenarios

making a tourniquet (a commercial tourniquet is best, but improvised ones can work as well if done properly; the most important things to remember is that tourniquets are for limb injuries and are not meant for the head or torso and that they have to be very tightly wound on the injury.)

how to apply pressure dressings

miscellaneous

adult cpr tutorial (youtube video by cincinnati children’s; think of “staying alive” by the beegees or “uptown funk”)

4. be a source of information

be responsible with this. people’s lives are at stake. that being said, the media is a fucking joke and the best way to get accurate information in a grassroots rebellion is amongst ourselves. record everything, but if you are going to share any information at all, be sure to blur people’s faces.

signal (encrypted messenger app; messages delete after x amount of time): app store | google play

tool for scrubbing metadata from images and selectively blurring identifiable features

tech tips to protect yourself while protesting (by rey.nbows on tiktok, via vicent_efl on twitter)

cop spotting 101 (google docs)

know your rights (by personachuu on twitter)

NUMBERS TO CALL FOR ARRESTED PROTESTORS (ALPHABETICAL ORDER; SOURCES LINKED TO THE NUMBER)

remember to keep phones OFF unless absolutely necessary. cell phone towers, stingrays, location notifs can all be used to track you and other protestors. don’t fuck around. if your phone must be on, keep it on airplane mode as often as possible and only communicate using encrypted methods. no, snapchat doesn’t count. (a twitter thread on stingrays, for those interested)

lawyers assisting protestors pro-bono (by riyakatariax on twitter)

atlanta: 404-689-1519

chicago: 773-309-1198

minneapolis: 612-444-2654

5. miscellaneous links and links for protestors

masterpost of petitions to sign, numbers to call, places to donate, and more (carrd by dehyedration on twitter)

#blacklivesmatter (google docs by ambivaIcnt on twitter; includes information on relevant events, other masterposts, lists of petitions and donation links, how to protest safely and protests to go to, and more)

george floyd action (google docs; includes information on apps to download, supplies to buy and donate, places to donate to, protest safety, resources on unlearning racial bias, and more)

how to get out of ziptie “handcuffs” (by finnianj on tiktok, via katzerax on twitter)

how can i help? by @abbiheartstaylor

how to make a signal-blocking cell phone pouch

tips for protestors by @aurora00boredealis

twitter thread for protestors (by vantaemuseum on twitter)

also, if you’re protesting, change your passcode. make it at least 11 characters long and don’t use facial/thumb recognition.

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[09:56]

Last week, your friend Taeyong told you about his roommate Johnny, who was apparently interested in getting to know you. Trusting your friend, you agreed but didn't really know what to expect; you had never dated anyone in your life and the tall boy standing in front of you made your cheeks go red and your hands clammy.

“Wanna grab a coffee? I heard they sell some pastries too,” he suggested, gesturing the coffee shop on your right. You thought it was a great idea to go for a walk as your first date since it was Sunday morning and warm outside. “Let’s go,” you grinned, your heart beating faster when he grabbed your hand, making his way towards the building.

Johnny opened the door and let you in, your hand still in yours. You started looking up at the choice and you squinted your eyes, your poor vision preventing you from seeing well. Johnny noticed your furrowed brows and he lowered his head to be at your level.

“Do you need any help?” his proximity surprised you and you nodded, an embarrassing grin making its way on your lips. You started observing him as he read you the options, almost neglecting what he was saying. “A cappuccino and a lemon cheesecake sound good to me,” you said as Johnny stepped a bit forward. It was almost your turn and you started to feel very hot. You hoped that he didn’t feel your hand going hot and clammier, but at the same time you wished he did, because you hated ordering.

He noticed your face going blank as the cashier’s “hi, can I get your order?” was directly destined for you. You started stuttering but he got the upper hand and ordered your food without any hesitation.

“Thank you,” you said as you waited with him, not too far from the counter, a shy smile on your face. “You don’t need to thank me for this,” he laughed while taking some napkins on the container. “I couldn’t let you struggle like that.” “Let’s say I’m not really good at interacting with people I don’t know,” you placed a falling strand of hair back behind your ear before sinking your hands in the pockets of your jacket. His hand grabbed your forearm and pulled you closer to him with a soft smile on his face. “I think you’re doing a pretty good job with me so far, but I can help you with that if you want to,” he suggested and let you go as he noticed the barista putting a lid on your cups. “Thank you,” you smiled as Johnny handed you your cup and watched the waiter who was giving your pastries to him in a small white box. She had a big smile on her face and her eyes yelled attraction to your date. He politely smiled and immediately came back towards you, totally ignoring her.

“I have the pastries, let’s go?” He gave you the white box and you smiled as he made his way to the door. When you closed the door behind you, you noticed the waitress who was attracted to Johnny looking at you with piercing eyes, clearly unhappy that her precious moment with him got ruined. You just smiled and left to join your date.

Johnny was waiting for you outside and took a sip of his warm drink, slightly grimacing at the bitter taste. You walked together in the peaceful streets, enjoying this great moment together. He was someone really easy to talk to and he made you feel very comfortable, almost feeling like that you were out with a friend and not on a date. When you reached his car, he unlocked it and held the door open for you. You blushed and quickly sat on the passenger seat after putting the white box on the surface under the windscreen. Johnny made his way to the driver seat and closed his door. Turning on the radio, he searched for a good station as you opened the lid of the white box. Your cheesecake and his chocolate éclair looked absolutely mouth-watering. Johnny started driving as you ate your pastry, talking about everything and nothing. You wiped your hands with a napkin once you were done and slowly took the chocolate éclair out of the box. You moved a bit in your seat and Johnny quickly glanced at you. You approached the pastry near his mouth and giggled at your current position.

“Open,” you said between laughs and he took a big bite, almost missing your finger. “Hey, I want to keep my fingers!” you nudged his arm and he wiped a bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “Oh really? I thought you were included, because you definitely look like a snack to me,” you gasped at his flirty words, eyes widening as you noticed his smug smile. “Johnny!” you laughed as he gestured you to give him another bite. “What?” He feigned innocence, biting even closer to your hand. “I’m sure you’d taste sweeter than this éclair.” “Stop it,” you said more seriously, your cheeks burning hot. “Oh no I won’t,” he teased after swallowing his bite, “if I get to see your beautiful blushing face when I tease you, then I’ll never stop.” you huffed at his words, biting your lower lip as you looked out the window.

He stopped at a red light and took the pastry from your fingers, eating the remainder in one bite. You quickly glanced at him and he smiled, resting his hand on top of yours. He grabbed it, bringing it to his mouth and laid a soft kiss on top of it.

“I hope you know that I don’t say this only to make you happy,” he said as he started driving again, your hand still in his, “if you are willing to give us a try, I promise I’ll make you as happy as I can and we’ll go at your pace, I promise. That’s something that I wanted to tell you.” “So, you’re serious about it? You really want to date me?” “Yeah, why shouldn’t I?” He questioned, briefly looking at you. “I don’t know, there are tons of girls out there that are more beautiful than me,” you stated as you noticed the national park coming insight. “But I don’t care about the other girls,” he frowned at your words, letting go of your hand, a gesture that made you look at him.

“I only want you,” he said as he parked the car. “I want to show you that you are worth of love and capable of loving too.” “You’re willing to give me all of this?” You questioned as the rays of sunshine suddenly appeared behind a cloud, which made you feel hotter. No one has ever told you this kind of things before, so you were quite dumbfounded and unsure. “Only if you let me,” Johnny answered, unfastening his seat belt after cutting off contact. He got closer to you and grabbed your chin with his thumb. He smiles and your eyes fluttered as you expected his lips to touch yours, but he swiftly moved his head to kiss your cheek.

“One step at a time, honey.” He winked and got out of the car and you followed him, a bit frustrated, but also very happy that all of this happened between you two. You grabbed the hand he extended towards you and started walking in the park, just like a cute couple.

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RIDIN’ || JAEMIN

#can he not #he's chilling while giving me a heart attack #tf bro #jaemin #he'll be the death of me

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Hello can i request a johnny nct127 fluff on how he will treat his s/o when she’s sick? (GUESS WHO HAS A FKING FEVER🤡)

thank you very much i love you and stay safe babes

Hii!

You can find your request here, I hope you’ll like it! (If you don’t like it or the layout, tell me and I’ll try to re-write it!) Thank you for requesting and I hope you get better soon!! [I love you too and pleeeeease stay safe! 🙏🏼✨💝

#thank you for requesting!#answered #requested #submission

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Johnny taking care of his sick s/o

requested!

You woke up in a distressed state and sweaty.

You felt hot but shivering at the same time and you did not know how and why you felt like that.

Gathering all your strength, you extended your arm to touch Johnny’s arm, whispering his name.

The contact of your cold hand against his skin instantly woke him up, rubbing his eyes.

When he saw your flushed face, he immediately sat up, a worried look on his face.

“John,” You whined and closed your eyes as his hand rested on your cheek, then your forehead.

“You’re burning Y/N.” He pushed the covers away from his figure and went out of the room.

An arm covering your eyes, you tried to mumble that you were alright, but Johnny was having none of it, not believing you.

He turned a deaf ear and went to the kitchen.

Worried, he called his mom to get some help to take care of you.

She advised him and he was listening carefully to every word she said.

Thanking her, he hung up and started to get to work.

When he comes back with a huge bottle of water, medicines and a wet cloth for your forehead, he found you asleep, his pillow loosely wrapped in your arms.

Placing everything on the bedside table, he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping underneath his weight.

You were sweating, your temples and neck were shiny and shivering. Your body seem to try and get rid of the foreign bacteria in your system.

Placing the wet cloth on your forehead, you sighed in your sleep and turned to Johnny.

He held your hand and slightly squeezed it, letting you know that he was here for you.

His gesture brought a sort of comfort to your racing heart, but the fever still made it bang in your rib cage.

He let you sleep for the rest of the morning until you woke up whining because of a growling stomach.

He had soup and healthy snacks ready since he knew that you did not enjoy eating a lot when you were sick. (his mom suggested it too)

When you sat up in bed, the entire room was spinning.

You closed your eyes and held your head while Johnny had a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Take your time baby, no need to rush.”

“But I hate being like that,” you whined, close to burst into tears.

“I know Y/N, but you need to rest, your body is asking for it.” His hand cupped your cheek and you sighed again, the coldness of it bringing relief to your crazy hot face.

"Allow yourself to heal, it could worsen if you don’t take care of yourself.” His voice was soft and reassuring, his thumb caressing the burning skin of your cheek.

You sheepishly nodded and let your boyfriend feed you.

(Even though you assured him that you could eat on your own, he still insisted on feeding you in order to no burn or hurt yourself. So here you were, being fed like a baby)

He was already a very caring boyfriend when you were healthy, but his dad mode always emerged when you are not feeling well.

After eating the soup as well as taking a medicine to reduce the fever and the headache that suddenly showed up after standing up, Johnny carried you to the bathroom and

He sat you on the toilet lid as he went back to ventilate the room by opening the windows, shaking the covers and pillow to make your bed more comfortable than before.

When he came back, you were still sitting on the toilet lid, staring blankly at the ground, goosebumps appearing on your skin.

He undressed you and helped you get in the shower as he washed your hair and body.

The water was not too hot or too cold, he did not want your fever to spike up.

Nor did he want you to be cold.

When he was done washing you, he engulfed you in a fluffy towel, softly removing the excess water from your hair with another one.

Tightly holding the fabric around your body, you let Johnny do the entire work.

You pouted the whole time, happy yet exhausted after the shower, because the shower helped you feel a bit better.

He helped you put on one of his tops he always wore at home and fluffy socks.

His t-shirt smelt like him and it was so long that you just put on underwear, the fabric almost covering your entire body.

Johnny knows he should not be giving you kisses but he sometimes pecks your forehead with a smile since he knows that it makes you feel better.

He lets you hug him when he dries your hair with the hairdryer.

You are sitting on his lap the whole time.

You basically transformed into a baby koala. [size kink? Me? I do not know what you’re talking about]

His fingers working in your head lulled you to sleep and you try your best not to fall asleep on your boyfriend.

Once he brushed your hair and tied it away from your face, you made grabby hands at him and he carried you again to the bedroom, your legs circling his waist as his arms supported your legs to keep you in place.

You wrapped yourself in your covers as you started to feel cold and Johnny gave you his pillow to hold since he had work to do.

He caressed your hair and swiftly kissed your cheek, earning a tired smile from you.

He couldn’t stay away from kissing you, you looked too cute to him.

“Baby, I'll be in the next room. If you need me, just tell me, okay? I’ll keep the door open to hear you calling.” You nodded as you closed your eyes, your weak voice emitting a quiet “thank you” as soon as Johnny’s hand left your cheek.

“I love you Johnny.” you said as your boyfriend was about to leave the room.

“I love you too, baby,” his heart melted and he smiled, sending you a flying kiss as you fell asleep.

You slept for the entire day, tightly hugging your pillow.

Johnny took regular breaks from his work to come and check on you.

He smiled every time he saw you, your head engulfed in the pillow.

His hand checked your temperature and you weren’t as warm as before, but you still looked sick so he let you rest as long as your body needed it.

He knew you, you hated being stuck doing nothing and being powerless about it.

You were probably going to scold him for making you sleep for so long.

It’s a bit mean but he loves it when you’re sick.

Because you’re cuddlier and needier and Johnny loves it.

He loves to take care of you, he doesn’t have a lot of opportunities to do it since you’re always the one to take care of him.

He likes it when the roles are switched.

He looks after you until you feel better.

Even if you’re stubborn, you love it when Johnny takes care of you,

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let him take care of you more often in the future.

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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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RIDIN’ || JENO

#the sparkling #the colours #jeno #i’m speechless o_o

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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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[08:38]

A/N: this is for my lovely @wangreem, happy birthday again!! 💝💝

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You awakened from your deep slumber, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. Stretching an arm over your head, the other patting the empty space next to you in the bed, you opened your eyes.

Johnny wasn’t sleeping next to you, which was something odd. He always slept more than you did and you always woke him up with kisses. This morning, you couldn’t complete your usual routine and you pouted. You were about to get out of bed to look for Johnny but he beat you to it.

He was standing in the doorway, a tray full of breakfast food in hand and a bouquet of sunflower in the other. He was carefully watching the tray, balancing it to not make its content spill on the ground.

“Morning Johnny,” you said as he quickly glanced at you, bringing his attention immediately back to the things he was carrying. "Good morning, Angel," You sat up in against your pillow and your heart melted a bit, taking the tray out of his hands. You smiled at he sat down next to you, deposing the flowers on the bedside table as you hummed them from your spot. Eyes filled with love, you grabbed him by the back of his head and laid a sweet peck on his lips as a thank you. “It smells amazing honey, thank you so much.” You whispered, your voice still a bit groggy, filled with sleep.

“You deserve it, it’s your special day today,” he petted your head as you started eating your pancakes with a huge smile on your face, sometimes wiping the corners of your mouth with his thumb. He let you finish your breakfast and went downstairs, letting you admire the flowers.

He came back up a few moments later with two wrapped packages in hand.

“Happy birthday my darling,” your eyes widened as you put the tray on the floor, allowing Johnny to sit cross-legged in front of you in the bed. You fondly looked at the gifts and smiled, lurching forwards, landing in Johnny’s arms. You hugged him tight as he laughed, kissing the top of your head. “Thank you, Johnny, thank you for everything,” you looked at him and kissed his cheek. He grabbed your waist, turning you around and you sat between his legs, grabbing the gifts and placing them in front of you.

You spent the rest of the morning in your lover’s arms, enjoying the warmth his body was bringing you, sometimes caressing the pendant clipped around your neck, kissing and spending the best birthday of your life.

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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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his ponytail ♡

#he's soooo handsome #his hAIR #JEEZ #it's crazy #he just made himself my bias

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Hi how r u? So i see u open the reqest and i want To reqest fluff with yuta like cocking toghther or its open to you i just have alot of feeling for him lately 😭😭😭

Hi bub!! 🤗

I’m alright, I hope you are good too! You can find your request here, I hope it will satisfy the feelings you have for this handsome man!! If it’s not the case, feel free to request again! Thank you for requesting and stay safe!!

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nctsoftskz · 4 years

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cooking with Yuta

word count: 1.5k A/N: thank you for requesting bub!! Tbh I imagined this while cooking for my family, I tried to think of how things would be if Yuta was there. I can get very domestic and I could write for hours for him omg. I hope it’s what you had in mind, feel free to request again if you don’t like it!! warnings: [i guess] very domestic and filled with fluff! The gif isn’t mine and requests are still open!!

The sun had already risen for a while, yet the neighbourhood was still calm. Not a single cloud in the sky, the rays of sunlight entered your apartment and warmed the rooms previously plunged into the cold by winter. You sighed and blew on your cup of tea, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.

It was almost 11:30 a.m. and you felt your stomach getting annoyed again. You had an early breakfast with Yuta, he wanted to make the most of his day with you. His features were slightly drawn, but he didn't want to listen when you told him he could sleep in if he wanted to.

The gurgles of your belly pulled you from your thoughts. You looked at the food in the fridge and Yuta walked into the kitchen, a towel around his neck, rubbing his hair vigorously. He sat on the counter next to you, while you wrote the missing items for your recipe on a ripped piece of paper.

"I'm going to go quickly to the convenience store, I'm missing some ingredients for lunch." you hurriedly said as you clicked your pen closed. "Give me the list, I'll go," he said, snatching the list from your hand and reading it as soon as you were done writing. You tried to catch it, but he raised his arm above his head and smiled at you. He circled your waist with his other hand and kissed your forehead. "I'm going to get dressed and I'm going." "Thank you, darling." You whispered in his ear and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He walked out of the room and warned you when he walked out the door.

When he came back, he put the two plastic bags on the counter and smiled at you.

"I think I found everything you needed." He walked around you and grabbed the apron that was hanging next to the coffee machine while you took out the ingredients from the bags. "It's all good, thank you, baby," you looked at him with a smile, watching him tie his apron behind his back as well as his hair in a little ponytail. You washed your hands and he sprayed you with water droplets on your face, a mischievous smile on his face. "Yuta!" You laughed as you wiped your face with the sleeve of your t-shirt. He smirked at you and got to work.

You started to cut the vegetables while he was busy removing the meat from its packaging and cutting it into thin strips. He put the meat in a pan and started to cook it.

You felt good in Yuta's company. Something was relaxing and soothing about him that allowed you to enjoy the present moment. Yuta was scrolling through songs on his phone until he found a playlist that matched your current mood. A sweet melody reached your ears and you felt your muscles and brain relaxing even more. You opened a kitchen window, the birds were chirping, and the rays of the cool morning sun came through the windowpanes, giving the kitchen a cocoon feeling filled with love and positivity. The potted flowers that rested on the edges of your windows were beautiful. You had watered them after breakfast while Yuta cleared the table and started doing the dishes. You could hear your next-door neighbours setting the table. Everything seemed peaceful as if no negative wave from the outside world could reach you, as if the atmosphere and the soft rays of the sun shielded you from everything.

After a moment deep in your thoughts, the presence of Yuta behind you made you focus again on the food that was cooking in front of you. You stirred the boiling vegetables in the water from time to time so that they didn't stick to the bottom of the saucepan. You grabbed a wooden spoon from the drawer and collected some vegetables. You brought the utensil to Yuta's mouth, who opened it without taking his eyes off the meat. He turned it over with a pair of chopsticks while chewing what you gave him. He looked at you and nodded.

"It's cooked?” You asked him as you kept on stirring. "It's delish, my angel." He smiled and you reduced the heat of the stove.

With a firm hand, Yuta kept you by his side and placed sweet kisses in the crook of your shoulder and on your cheek, waiting for the meat to finish cooking. You saw your boyfriend reduce the power of the plates and grabbed your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and you start slow dancing on the lo-fi in the background. Nothing could be more soothing than all of this. You could see that Yuta was doing this to make you feel good, but also for him. You both had busy and exhausting schedules, so having a moment of serenity together was a golden opportunity.

"I could stay like this for hours," he whispered in your ear as if he was afraid of destroying the current mood. "Me too, I feel so good in your arms." You felt him chuckle and he kissed the top of your head. "I love you, Y/N." You never got tired of hearing these three simple words coming out of your lover's mouth. Whenever he whispered sweet words to you, you felt your heart speeding up and a feeling of happiness invading your whole body. "I love you too." You pushed wild strands of hair out of his eyes and kissed his jaw.

Smiling, you detached yourself from his embrace and grabbed a tablecloth and cutlery that were stored in the buffet, and you walked to the balcony. It was your favourite place to eat when it wasn't cold. The balcony wasn't super large, but spacious enough to accommodate a large table and chairs. It was a place full of great memories and giggles, you spent many evenings either with Yuta or with the rest of NCT, opening the patio door so that the people on the balcony could also hear the people were inside, sitting on the couch or on the floor.

You cleaned the wooden table and put the tablecloth on it, smoothing it in some corners, adding the glasses and some decorations on the table here and there. You lowered the awning slightly, to be comfortable enough and not blinded by the sun and started to set the table. From the balcony, you heard the tinkling of pots and pans in the sink, indicating that Yuta had finished cooking and preparing the plates. You were about to go to the kitchen to help your lover, but he was already in front of the sliding window, two plates in his hands and a bottle of homemade lemonade tucked under his arm. A succulent smell travelled to your nostrils and you sat on your chair, eager to taste what you had prepared together.

"There you are, princess," he smiled at you, placing your plate in front of you. You thanked him by wrapping your arms around his neck, making him lower himself and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Yuta, this looks super good," you clapped your hands with a big smile and poked on a piece of meat with your fork.

The food was divine, all the flavours you imagined when looking at the recipe were currently melting in your mouth.

"It's really super good, Y/N," he said, taking your hand, "you really did your job as a chef." "WE did a chef's job, I remind you that you cooked with me" you corrected him with a smile, tightening your fingers around his. "The meat is just as I imagined it." He winked at you with a smile and continued to eat without letting go of your hand.

Indeed, Yuta was more a man of actions than of words. He would rather show you that he loved you than tell you, even if whispering sweet words and how much he loves you was one of his favourite pastimes. He loved seeing redness go up to your cheeks when he circled your waist and told you he loved you. His heart filled with a little more love for you each time you returned compliments or when you responded to his kisses as soon as his lips were placed on yours, no matter what time of day.

He loved holding your hand, just like he was doing it right now. You were talking about everything and nothing, his hand was always linked with yours. He ran his thumb over your knuckles and squeezed your hand a little harder when you laughed together. Once the plates were put aside and your chair was drawn close to his, he pulled you by the hand, inviting you to sit on his lap and you ran a hand through his hair while you get lost in the look of the other. You put your hand on his cheek and he turned his head to come and left a kiss in the palm of your hand. The sun was warming you but being in your lover’s arms never ceased to give you chills all over your body.

Nothing was more pleasant than being in his arms. The world could be ending, and you would always feel safe in his arms as if nothing could happen to you.

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