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neobaobei · 7 months

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Flower

Pairing: Husband!Jeon Wonwoo x Wife!Female Reader

Genre: pure fluff, kinda arranges marriage au, spouses-to-lovers au lol

Warnings: few profanities, wonwoo wears glasses(yes, this is an important warning)

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: A little sneak peek in your new married life with Wonwoo as you both celebrate your one month anniversary.

A/N: Lovelies I'm back from being unalive :^) been really really busy with studies and shit. Will try to update a little frequent TT

Song Rec: Flowers by Seventeen.

"Thank you", you mumble with a smile on your face, bowing in the process. You look at the pretty water lilies, the light pink shade pleasing your eyes, as you ponder why these are so underrated.

You stride to your car and place the bouquet of the newly purchased flowers gently, not forgetting to savour the fragrance yet once again. You get into the car, tucking yourself under the seat belt, before smiling again.

If anyone could see you, they would probably think that you're possessed by some smiling demon. But no one knows that you are actually smiling because of your husband!!!

You sit there, leaning your head back on the seat, pushing your glasses up, thinking about how you are going to give him these flowers. In all honesty, you don't even know if he likes these and you would be lying if you say that you did not ask your friends about the birth flowers and the theory behind it.

You would also be lying if you say that you did not spend the whole two hours last night, browsing through his facebook page, looking for his birthday, just because you were too ashamed to ask him directly!

You just hope that he likes these flowers…

You start the engine and drove back to your house, with a smile still adorning your face.

It all feels so fast. You feel like you just were in the first grade with your dad wiping you tears that would not stop coming; but now suddenly you are married and not to mention, today's your one month anniversary!

You still remember the exact moment wonwoo came into your life. You always wanted to marry a person who you knew by heart and loved dearly, but when your dad said that he wants you to get married to wonwoo, you couldn't obligue to it. Not because you knew your father knows what's good for you, but also you knew wonwoo.

Yes, you knew wonwoo. I mean he's your dad's friend's son. Your classmate, who barely had two friends, had his face always deep inside a book, occasionally pushing his glasses back to its place.

You've never seen someone that attractive with glasses. As someone who wears glasses, let's just say that you knew not all look good in glasses.

You wanted to marry him not just because your dad wanted you to, but also because you knew how much of a gentleman he was. He used to send you goodmorning and goodnight messages everyday from the age 19 till now, because you jokingly once said that you feel sad when no one wishes you those as you lived alone. The little white heart near texts still flutters your heart.

You look back into the day, when you both had your lunch together, to discuss about the invitations and designs. You remember taking your first picture together with him (it's still in your wallet!).

You were so in love with him, but never once you would admit it to yourself.

You had a smile on your face as you pulled the car in front of a cafe. You entered the cafe, the bell chiming indicating that someone has entered the shop. Your best friend and the cafe owner, Mingyu, looks over his shoulder at you and smiles. His shirt sleeves rolled up, some flour sticking on to his purple sweater that you both bought together.

"Gosh, it's blinding to see you smiling so much!" He exclaims rolling his eyes playfully, but genuinely feeling happy, when he finds you looking at the little cake that you told him to make for your one month anniversary.

It was a cute cake, blue coloured lettering(as you found out his favourite colour was blue, after some… let's say investigation..) that said "Wonwoo & Y/N; Since 8th July" and some heart shaped milk chocolates here and there. You couldn't stop smiling at it.

Gosh, you feel like a teenage girl who got accepted by her crush!!!

A playful scowl taking over your giddy smile as you turned to him. "Shut up and just tell me how much it is." You said as you rummage your handbag, looking for your wallet.

"Get out of here if you're gonna pay." Mingyu says, crossing his arms in front of his chest, before he walks towards, packing the cake that was freshly baked an hour ago, in a blue coloured box as you asked for.

You know that he's never going to accept the money you give him, so you walk towards him, trapping him in a hug. But little does he know that you slipped a fifty dollar bill in his apron.

You thank him with the hug (and the money that he doesn't know you sneaked in until the shift got over. He knows it's definitely you and reminds himself to give you a handful of nagging next day) and leave the bakery with a smile and drive back straight to your home.

You parked your car into your garage, not forgetting to check your hair and apply only lip balm, knowing that he doesn't prefer makeup. You hang your bag on your right shoulder, carrying the cake in one hand and the pretty, pink flowers in another.

You somehow manage to carry all those and open the door, already knowing that he would be home by now as it was already 7:47 pm. For a fact that you knew that wonwoo would always be chilling on the couch with his novel (also waiting for you, so you both could eat the dinner together even if it's going to be in absolute silence), so where was he today?

You place the cake and the bouquet on the dining table, before setting off to your bedroom in search of him. You open the bedroom door, softly calling out his name, only to find him doing something you never expected him to.

He was arranging red carnations and a Lego set and what it said absolutely shocks you!

'I <3 U to my pieces'

Hearing your voice, he quickly tries to hide the Lego set and the flowers he prepared for you under the bed, failing miserably as you've already seen everything.

You were supposed to reach home only at 8:05, why are you early by eighteen minutes today!? He's even still wearing his glasses for God sake!!!

Wonwoo stood up from the floor hurriedly, his face and neck painted red, as he tried to make something out as he saw you standing at the doorway, shocked.

You walked towards him, wanting to ask what this all was before he started blabbering: "Y/N, I really want to surprise you with the Lego set as it's our one month anniversary but you were not supposed to come this early today. Heck, I'm not even ready yet. I really wanted to tell you that I've been in love with you for the past one and a half year but before that happy one month anniversary; I love you and it's fine if you don't like me back-"

You cut his rambling with a hug. You hug him tight, your glasses hitting his chest as you turn left, your head barely reaching his shoulders. You could hear how hard his heart his hammering against his chest as he turned redder than he already was. He stands there with his mouth gaped, not knowing if it's right for him to hug you back.

You're his wife for god's sake!

You stand there in his embrace after he finally decides to hug you back, after a whole two minutes of debating whether to hug you or not. A smile forms on his face, as he feels you smiling against his chest too.

Tears pool your eyes but a smile still present on your face. You never expected this!

You look him in the eyes, breaking the hug making him feel the lack of warmth even if it's not even thirty seconds yet. The moment he looked at your teary eyes, his smile dropped so quickly, thinking that he spoke something really absurd as he starts apologizing profusely.

"Oh god! I'm-I'm so s-sorry, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry-"

You cut him off once again, but this time it's with a kiss. You locked your lips with him, his eyes double the size that usual. Your glasses collide against his as he finally moves his lips against yours, a never ending smile playing on both of your lips, as he grabs you by the neck deepening the kiss. One hand on his neck and another on his waist, you pull him closer than you already, not minding your glasses that keep dashing uncomfortably against each other.

You both pull away, gasping for air, red tint adorning your cheeks, feeling like a goddamn teenager. You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him hold onto your waist.

He gently rests his forehead against yours, holding onto you as if you're going to disappear if he loosens his grip on you.

"Wonu, I love you too." You whisper softly, your fingers playing with his black locks in the back of his head.

"W-wait wha-t? Are you for real?!" He exclaims with genuine surprise on his face, as he tries to pull a bit from you.

You smiled before shyly nodding your head, making him beam in a way you never thought he could, making you smile too. Though he had his glasses on, you could still see his eyes getting teary as he pulls you into a hug, a poor attempt to hide his tears.

You both stayed comfortably in each others arms, before he shyly, too quietly whispers: "I fucking love you so much, Jeon Y/N", making you chuckle softly before replying: "I love you too, Jeon Wonwoo".

Time passed as you both exchanged the flowers with each other, smiles never leaving your faces as you even ate the cake, taking tons of pictures together.

You want to hang your portraits with him in your living room, just like mingyu and his wife, too!!

You both passed out on the couch, watching the movie that was long forgotten as you both were busy kissing each other every two minutes once.

husband wonwoo for the win.

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neobaobei · 7 months

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Pairing: MarkLee x F. Reader; Fluff.

WC: 300+

The sound of the pin code being pushed from the lock of the main door, resonates through the quiet house that's been opened by a figure looking like he went through a whole day of military training.

Mark enters the house, tiredly, dropping his shoulder bag on the floor near the coat rack (though you have told him so many times not to do it!!). His eyes half opened as he felt extremely tired with today's practice.

After handing his jacket on the rack, his eyes fall upon the sleeping figure on the couch. His eyes instantly soften, fully opened as a small smile forms on his face.

Suddenly a pang of guilt hits him, as he gazes over your body, uncomfortably napping on the couch, when you should be clearly sleeping peacefully in your bed. Your skin is adorned with goosebumps because of the cold air, eyes bags and dark circles under your eyes breaking his heart.

Clearly showing that you've been waiting for him, so that you could ask him about his day and tell him your 'i love you' before going to bed.

He sighs, walking towards you. He wishes he could give you what you deserve. "I told you not to wait, love.." he mutters lowly.

Slowly picking you up in his arms, being extra careful, so that you wouldn't wake up from your sleep. He carries you in bridal style, struggling to open the bedroom door with his legs and placing you softly on the duvet.

He drapes your blanket over your shivering body, before leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead with a smile.

"Sleep tight, my love" he whispers softly as he leaves to wash up, so he could join your slumber.

while you lie there, half awake and blushing, trying so hard to hide your smile.

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neobaobei · 8 months

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I'm sana, 21 years old. ISTP. Kpop enthusiast; Has a hobby for writing and embarassing myself in public;

Life is hard on me lol, so my updates are super inconsistent.

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Disclaimers:

◉ English is not my first language, so there will be grammatical errors.

◉ I write fluff and angst.

◉ Feedbacks and corrections are appreciated.

◉ My works are completely written by me only and if you find these in some other platform, it's been stolen. Please inform me.

◉ Lastly, I don't own the idol nor the pictures I use, except for the plot. This is just a fiction, so this doesn't depict the idols real life character.

Choi Seungcheol

Hitorijanai

Angst, Infidelity AU

Jeon Wonwoo

Flower

Fluff, Arranged Marriage AU

Kim Mingyu

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neobaobei · 8 months

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Hitorijanai

Pairing: Bodyguard! Lover! Seungcheol x Rich! Engaged! Female Reader (ft. Fiance! Minjun)

Genre: Angst, Infidility AU

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Lots of crying, curse words, cheating, violence (slap)

A/N: this is just pure angst with the MC's crying with e/o. idk who this minjun guy is but fuck him lmao

Summary: You are set to marry a person who you don't want to and also, because you are so much in love with another man. But what happens when you have just ten days for your marriage and no other options in you hand?

"Dad, but- but I don't like him-" the sound of a tight slap resonates through the room. The force of your dad's palm hitting your face pushing you down to the floor, your knees giving out as your eyes get teary, the pain in your heart much bigger than the pain of the slap.

You look up at your dad as he grabs you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "All these years you've been nothing but a fucking disgrace to the family and now, don't you fucking dare to put my pride down". He spats venomously as he lets of of your face harshly, letting your tears fall wet your cheeks.

Your dad leaves the room, not sparing a glance at you, mumbling something him.

You lower your head down as you let yourself go, crying as if there wasn't a man smirking, standing at the doorway of your room.

You look at the man, who was supposed to take care of you as your father told him to, but your dad doesn't know what his real intentions are.

Minjun, the devil in your room, your fiance, strides towards you, grabbing you by your shoulders forcing yourself to stand up and making you sit on your bed. Your gaze still fixated down as tears fall profusely.

He grabs your chin lightly trying to be gentle with you, but he doesn't know that he can never be gentle with his rough touch.

"Babe, you know it will be really easy for all of us if you would just confess that you love me.." he speaks, faking a soft tone. His finger tips grazing disgustingly soft on your cheeks. He tucks the small strands of hair behind your left ear, his index then making its way down your neck, trying to go lower.

You push his hands away from you, standing up defensively, wiping your tears. "You think I would ever love a man like you? You are nothing but a fucking mons-" second slap of the day lands on your face as your face turns left at the power.

He grabs you by your hair, pulling harshly on it, making you look at him. "Listen, you little bitch, this marriage is gonna happen, whether you like it or not! So, you better make up your mind, so that your life would be easy!" He exclaims, releasing you from the painful grip as he leaves the room, making you drop on the bed like a mess.

Right now, you don't want anything, but to be in his embrace.

Jus at the right moment, someone knocks your door. You weakly excuse them, expecting your house maid, who used to treat all his hits whenever Minjun came.

But to your surprise, you look at the person you were expecting. You look at the person who knocked the door, opening it waiting to enter after he makes sure that no one saw him enter your room.

You look at him as you saw him enter the room, locking it behind. You run into his embrace, crying harder than ever, but this time in relief that you finally got to see your lover.

"Cheol, I can't take it anymore!!" You cry in his embrace, wetting his black t-shirt that hugs his built perfectly. A bloach of your tear drop, wetting the exact spot of his left side. The wetness of your teardrop actually hurting his heart looking at you in this state.

"I can't stand him coming into my room everyday, acting as if he's the one I'm in love with! Acting as if I'm his goddamn wife! I can't do it anymore.! I- Please.. please, just do something.." you practically beg him, holding on to him tightly as if he was your last hope, which he was.

His heart couldn't take what he's witnessing right now. He's in no position to do anything against Minjun, let alone your dad who's practically the one paying his bills every month.

"Honey, please calm down. Please, sit down baby. Wait, let me get you some wa-"

"Just stay here with me" you cut him before he could even finish his sentence, pulling him into your bed, making you lay on top of him. You did not want to calm down. You just wanted him to hold you. You just wanted to be with him.

He just lays down there, holding on to you gently. His touch was the one that makes you feel warm and loved.

He really wants to do something. He really wants to set you free from this golden prison that you've been living your whole life. He would've done that by now if he wasn't just your bodyguard kept by Minjun to keep a track of you. Your bodyguard who was your childhood sweetheart that had your whole heart. Your bodyguard who you were so much in love with. Your bodyguard who loved you and fell harder than you did.

He wants to fight your dad. He wants to fight, no scratch that, he wants to kill Minjun. He wants to fucking kill him for hurting you, he wants to punch his ugly face for slapping you. But he knows what will be the consequences. He could get fired, he could get killed but what worries him the most is that he might not get to meet you again ever.

His heart wrenches at the way you painfully sob, holding onto his t-shirt tightly, trying so hard to calm down so that you wouldn't worry him even more. He couldn't stand seeing you like this, it physically hurt him so much.

"Honey… ca-can we… run away?" You ask quietly after trying your best to calm down. Your question making him sit up straight in shock.

"Y/N, what are you talking, we can't-"

"Are you fine with me getting married to that bastard?" You ask, eyes staring his, filled with nothing but extreme pain and hatred towards minjun. Even the thought about you marrying him made seungcheol clench his fist. But he cannot elope with you.

"Honey, I can't even stand seeing him close to you. I would die to see him marry you, Y/N. But… but I can't elope with you babe…" he whispered the last part, looking down not able to meet your eyes, breaking your heart. This was your last hope, you were ready to throw everything for him, but why is he like this now?

"But why? I want you coups, I love you so much. I want to be with y-"

"Y/N, I can't give you the life you deserve! I can't give you a comfortable life. I'm just a mere bodyguard whose family depends on your dad's salary. I'm sorry honey, but I would rather see you live comfortably with minjun than suffer with me-" you pull him into a kiss, his tears sliding down his cheeks along with your's.

You pull him closer to you by his shoulder with him holding onto your waist, tightly in fear of letting you go. His touch is nothing like the man who you called as your fiance.

Seungcheol made you feel loved while he made you feel sick. Seungcheol made you happy even with the little things while he made you scared even with his extravagant gifts. Seungcheol is the guy you love, while he is the guy who you want to get away from.

You both pull away from the kiss, tears flowing down your cheeks, so much pain in those eyes. You rest your forehead on his, throwing your arms around his shoulder, him hugging you waist.

"Cheol, I-I.. I love you. I don't love your house,I don't love your money, I fucking love you! I will be happy with you wherever I am. I will be happy with whatever you give me, heck, I'm more than happy even with your love. I will not be happy with him, honey… I'm not happy here.." you sob.

What did he do to deserve someone like you? What did he do in his past life that he got someone that loves him this much..?

"Cheol.. please take me… take me somewhere.. with you.." you whisper softly, pulling him closer, falling into his embrace.

It hits him. Seungcheol realizes that this is the last chance. Your wedding in ten days, this was the last option you both had. As much as he wants argue and make you stay with minjun, so that you could atleast have a comfortable life; he wanted to be selfish, this was the first time somone ever loved him this much.

"Okay.." he mumbles softly, pulling you into another kiss, tears of relief flow this time. You smile into the kiss when you find his hand grabbing your's to remove that engagement ring and throwing it somewhere in the floor.

One day you and seungcheol might get married and he might not be able to afford such expensive ring, but he promises to himself that he would sell his soul to make you live your dreams with him.

But little did he know that your only dream was to live and love with him.

scoups is the standard idc

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neobaobei · 8 months

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With you

Pairing: Doyoung x F. Reader, Yuta x F. Reader (ft. Ex-boyfriend! Jaehyun).

Other's: Brother! Taeyong

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Arranged marriage AU, Domestic AU, Memory loss AU

Warnings: infidelity, sexual harassment (plss leave, if ur uncomfortable), major character death, making outs, slight mention of suggestive themes (like it's only one joke tho), short time memory loss, pregnancy, lots of crying (like a lot), the characters have a lots of mental breakdown. (lmk if I left something...)

Word Count: 6k+

Summary: The moment you read a letter, saying that your fiance ran away, your heart shattered in millions. What if a specific someone from your past (and future) wants to mend that pieces? Or what if it's not even broke in the first place?

Song Rec: NCT 2021 - Beautiful.

A/N: I'm no doctor, so there might be any scientific mistakes in this fic. I've added the information I know.. Also, remember this fic contains sensitive content, if you don't like it, please don't read it. With that saying, give my fic lots of love!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor the pictures but only the plot. This is a piece of fictional work, so this doesn't describe the idols real character. Also, English is not my first language, so excuse my grammatically errors.

Weddings.

Something that is supposed to be a happy day. The day when you claim your partner as husband or wife. You are happy because today is your wedding. You are even more excited just at the thought of your fiance, Jaehyun, standing in the aisle, for you.

Correction, You were.

You were practically radiating a sunshine aura till now. Till the moment you knew that Jung Jaehyun, the man who you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, ran away with some girl.

You didn’t believe it, Your Jaehyun would never do that. Until you saw a letter, a letter with Jaehyun’s handwriting, stating that he couldn’t bear the pressure of being married to someone who is pregnant.

Afterall, he was the one impregnated you…

Hiding you face in your palms, you sit on one of the chairs, utterly devastated. Feeling immensely embarrassed when a guest would leave the hall with a pity glance. Tears rolling down your cheeks, you still silently hope that this is just a nightmare and you would wake with Jaehyun by your side.

But that doesn’t look like it would happen. Jung Jaehyun left…

A hand found your shoulder and a voice which you were so familiar with, called your name. “Y/N?” You look up to see your brother, Taeyong, who almost looked like he would breakdown at the sight of his sister’s tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“Mm?” you ask, energy completely drained from crying all night. If only Jaehyun was there, your wedding would’ve started about in a couple of hours. “Baby, please eat something..” your brother begs, his voice breaking at the end, still not over the fact that his friend betrayed his sister and his family.

“Tae, I l-lost my appetite..” you reply weakly. “Sweetie, at least for the sake of your child..” He pulls this card knowing that you would do anything for the safety of your baby.

Oh, I’m pregnant…

You almost forgot about it. Suddenly a wave of anger came over you. You abruptly stand up, the chair falling back at the force, “You think I care about this baby anymore?! The father himself doesn’t need it, then why the fuck would I? I’m not going to eat! Let the baby die, let me die!!!” you screamed letting out all your frustration, tears falling out like a waterfall. Your brother’s eyes softened at his little sister’s confession. Tears forming in his eyes, he embraced you, whispering sweet words.

“I can’t, tae… it hurts so much..” you whisper comes out hoarse. Everyone in the hall, which included your family, Doyoung’s family (a friend of your father) and Jaehyun’s family, looked at the scene with wide eyes. You saw how ashamed the Jung’s felt, they literally fell on your father's legs the moment they knew their son cheated on someone like you.

You broke the hug and looked at your father, he looked… he looked so broken. Broken than how you felt, the last time you saw him like this was when your mom passed away. He was seated in the corner of the hall. It was always you for him, he does everything only after telling you. Even when you introduced Jaehyun to him, your father said he wasn’t feeling good about that boy, but even then he accepted him because his only daughter, you, liked him.

After all, it’s your mistake to fall for someone who didn’t catch you. You walk towards him shakily, and knelt in front of him. You placed a hand on his knee and softly whisper, “Dad..” he looked at you.

The moment he saw his daughter looking so helpless and hurt, he broke down into tears, hugging you. “I’m- I’m sorry, sweetheart…. I’m so sorry..” he apologised. He apologised for something he never did. “Dad, n-no.. It was me… I-I chose this, you never d-did anything wrong dad….” You sobbed hard in his chest, feeling like a little girl again. The only difference was, you didn’t lose your pen or pencil, but your heart.

Sniffing, you looked into his red eyes, you wanted to do something for this man. Your father, who was always with you, who never married again because he did not want to take risks with his children, who supported you even when you told him that you were pregnant at twenty one, who was the one that took care of you when you got hit by a car. He was everything you needed as a father, but you were nothing but a selfish daughter who just thought about herself.

“D-Dad.. Tell me, you said.. You said th-that you have seen someone for me right?.. Who is that dad? T-Tell me… I w-will marry him…” you remember the one time when you fought with him because he was trying to set you up with someone, even after you told him that you were pregnant with Jaehyun’s child.

“Princess, you don’t have t-”

“No dad. I want to, I-I want someone for me… s-someone for my child… Tell me dad, I-I will marry him…” Lie, you wanted to marry only because, if the media knows that the infamous Lee corporation’s owner’s soon to be son-in-law ran away, he would have to deal with a lot of embarrassment and you don't want that to happen. You wanted to be a useful person for once.

Also, this man was okay with you being pregnant too, so nothing could go wrong… you hope.

“I-I do…” you whisper. You are standing here in the same aisle, same wedding dress, same rings and same day but a different groom. “Now, I announce you both as husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.” the priest announces, you turn to your newly wedded husband, Kim Doyoung, someone who you would call a nearly-stranger. Despite the situation, you show him a fake smile, closing your eyes waiting for him to kiss you.

If only it was Jaehyun, you would've been Mrs.Jung now.

The kiss came, but you didn’t expect that to be on your forehead, his hand on your cheeks. He leant down and whispered only for you to hear, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you and our baby..” with a small smile.

Our baby..? A sudden flutter came to your heart. Not even Jaehyun had said something like that. Unknown smile, a genuine one this time, bloomed on your face. With a crimson cheek, you just nodded at him.

You both turned to the audience, which were only a few. Someone who you didn’t expect to be here for this long, Jaehyun’s parents, came to you. “Y/N… We are really sorry for what our son did to you, Trust me if he comes back, I’ll kill him with my own hands, dear…” His mother told with a shaky breath, her husband trying to calm her down.

“It’s okay, mom… It’s not your fault…” you say, softly. The moment the word ‘mom’ left your mouth, his mother hugged you tight, letting out a tear, thinking that they have missed a chance of having a parental relationship with a selfless girl like you. You have always been a daughter they never had.

Doyoung saw you talking to your ex-fiance's parents. He had no idea who they were but when he saw them apologising to you and hugging you, a thought struck his mind. You were nothing but a girl who everyone wanted to have.

And he had got you.

Someone in that hall wasn't exactly happy about what was happening.

You sit on the bed, simply staring at the wall until your husband. Anyone who saw you right now would think you are emotionless.

You are currently in Doyoung's house, though your dad asked you to stay at your house until you feel well. But you don't wanna worry him.

His family was small, it was just him and his mother. A small house with two bedrooms, a cozy hall and a wide balcony, with a kitchen and a study room.

The clicking of the door brought you from trance, you turned towards the direction of door and saw the man you married coming towards you.

He definitely wants to do it…

Before he can ask something himself, you blurt out. "I- I will sleep with you..." at least one of you can be happy, right?

A pained expression takes over his features, you are confused. "You think.. You think I am that heartless to use a heart broken girl for my pleasure..?" He asks, and you have nothing to say. You just stood there in shock.

Did you really think that he would have sex with you just because you are married to him now? Was this how you thought about him? This, sure, did hurt Doyoung.

He walks closer, close enough until you can feel his cologne, he slowly brings his hands to your cheeks and holds it like a flower. He whispers: "Trust me… Everything will be okay… You will be fine with me…" before landing a kiss on your forehead.

He smiles one last time before walking towards the bathroom to get himself changed.

When was the last time someone spoke to you like that? With a pure shock, you just sit back on the bed with a sigh. Why do you have a same fluttering feeling in your chest?

You peek uncomfortably at the man sleeping on the couch. He looks like he's about to fall any second.

Why would he insist on sleeping on the small couch in his own house? You can't see him like this..

"Doyoung…?" You call him, softly, but he doesn't budge. So you try again but a little louder. "Doyoung?" He still doesn't wake up.

With a sigh, you gave up, thinking that he might have already slept.

But Doyoung was awake, awake enough to see the guilty look on your face. Yeah, he does feel like being squished inside a small box, but he can adjust.

Afterall, this is the least he can do for you…

Morning came, not really a comfortable one, but the moment he heard your groans from the washroom, he felt like his sleepiness had all gone away.

Immediately catching up with the situation, he ran towards the bathroom, only to find you crouching near the closet.

He comes closer and bends to your level, taking a hold of your hair as he rubs your back soothingly.

Another wave of nausea hit you, making you puke for the second time that day. Your throat is sore and dry, wanting for nothing but a glass of water.

Doyoung gets the signal immediately when a thumbs up gesture near your mouth. You stand weakly with the help of your husband. He grabs you by your arm and takes you near the wash basin to clean yourself.

You wash your face and mouth, heaving out gasps, and turn around to see a Doyoung with his messy nap hair and puffy face, standing on the doorway with a towel and a glass of water.

You walk to him, grabbing the towel, muttering a small thanks, wiping your face. You feel so guilty right now, if it hadn't been you he would've been comfortably sleeping.

You take the glass of water from him, taking a small sip. You lick your lips anxiously, looking down at the floor and say, "I… I'm sorry..." in a very small voice, almost like you're about to cry.

Heck! Why are you always a burden to someone? Why can't you be useful for once?!?

"Why are you apologising? This is normal for a pregnant woman, right..?" He asks with a deep raspy voice, sounding like he had been in slumber. A hint of concern in voice.

"I know it's normal for me to be sick… But you- you… I don't know… Why do you care for m-me? Do you know me before..?" You ask the question that had been in your mind since yesterday. Why would he care for a woman he met just now?

He is stunned with your sudden question, eyes twitching in nervousness. "I-I… You don't need a reason to c-care someone..." He said before leaving you in a bundle of confusion.

No, that's not the reason…. my love..

It's been a couple of weeks, weeks of not seeing your dad and brother, weeks of not going anywhere other than the house, weeks of being with your husband.

Surprisingly, he spent the time he had at his house with you. He comes back from your dad's company and the first thing he does is kiss your forehead, before saying a hi to your baby. You almost felt like you both were okay.

Also, you could see a series of different situations with Doyoung in your dreams. It was almost like you both knew each other for so many years...

But a specific black eye from someone who you would call mother-in-law makes you uneasy. She often commands you to do things, as if you were a servant, and once Doyoung comes home, she acts as if she has done all the work.

And this is one such moment. You sit on the floor, her leg on your thighs painfully heavy while she sits on the couch, as you massage her feet. You don't know how to deal with her, you grew up basically giving yourself to others but this, this is so hard.

She makes you work so much for a pregnant woman and scolds you for almost no reason. You could say this to your husband, but you know why she is like this…

I mean, who would like to see their son married to a second hand girl…

The door clicking sound surprises both of you, as you turn your head to see who has come, only to be surprised as you realize Doyoung has come home soon today.

He was surprised, nevermind that is an understatement. He is bewildered, why would his pregnant wife be sitting on the floor with his mom, a perfectly fine mom, keeping her legs on her?

Seeing the sight of her son, Doyoung's mother quickly removed her leg and stood up. "Young… You-You… are home soon…?" She says before helping you to stand up, like the good person here.

Doyoung isn't dumb, or at least in this. He has been seeing your relationship with his mom and he also saw how his mom treated you. Today, on seeing that his mom is actually making you work unwantedly, made him wonder what all has been going on when he was in his office.

"Mom, what were you doing…?" He asks, a tinge of anger in it. "Doyou-"

"I did not ask you!" You started only to be cut off by an angry Doyoung. You could tell that he was really angry.

He did not mean it to be this rude, but knowing you would favour his mom, it's the best if you stay quiet.

"Tell me, mom! What were you doing? What did you ask my wife to do?!" He nearly screams, coming near to you both, grabbing your hands before putting you behind him. "Why don't you go to our room…." That wasn't a question for you, you nodded your head not wanting to anger him more, before running to your shared bedroom.

It's been a while 15 minutes but there was no sign of Doyoung nor his mother. But the muffled screams you heard was enough to say that they both fought, fought because of you.

Suddenly someone entered your room, you turn around to see a fuming Doyoung coming towards you. Standing near you, he raised his hand. High enough to make you flinch.

Seeing him raise his hand, you thought he was going to hit and you immediately shielded yourself with your arms, quickly spouting apologies for nothing.

While, Doyoung just stood there shocked. He just wanted to touch your head. He just wanted to caress your hair and ask you why you did not say anything about his mom. But he never expected you to react this way.

Did you think I was gonna hurt you, love…?Were you scared because he yelled at you in the living room?

You peak through the gaps of your arms, slowly lowering it down when you see that he was just as surprised as you. "I-I… I'm sor-" you be quick to apologise but you were surprised when your husband wrapped his hands around your waist and buried his head in your neck

He hugged you tightly, yet so softly, as if you were a precious piece of diamond that he had to safeguard. You didn't know how to react exactly, so you just hug him back.

You suddenly jolted when you felt a drop of liquid in your neck and some sniffs. Was he… was he crying…?

"I'm.. I'm sorry.. I'm sorry that I-I scared you… I would never h-hit you, Y/N… Please don't be scared of m-me…" he sniffled harder as you just rub circles in his back.

"D-Doyoung no… I'm n-not scared of you… In fact, I'm more comfortable with you than anyone else… I.. I was just surprised…" you say trying to not hurt him more.

'I'm more comfortable with you than anyone else' were you really? Yes, you were and you don't exactly know what is the string between you both. Truthfully, even Jaehyun couldn't make you this comfortable.

"T-Then why didn't you say… say anything about my mom..?" He questions, your top's collar slightly wet.

"I...I didn't want to… cause any problem..." You say simply.

"You think it is okay for my mom to make you work…?" He breaks the hug, looking into your eyes, his own are red.

"B-But… she is a… old person right… We should h-help her..." Your answer made him frustrated. He gripped your shoulders softly, before leaning his forehead to yours.

"No… No, it's not… and you will tell me if anything like this happens again, okay?" He says a little stern, to make sure that you will say it the next time. You nod.

"Good… Can I.. Can I kiss you?" He blurted out, and you took a few seconds to process what he had said. "Huh?"

"I.. I wanna kiss you.." he said. Without your own permission, your head nods itself, pulling him to close the gap.

He placed his lips softly over yours, too pillowy and soft. Your pink plump lips letting his thin ones suck on it. Yours felt like a sweet savory making it irresistible for him to stop.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit your head. You break the kiss with a groan, scaring Doyoung.

Did I suck too hard?

You hold your head, whining about the pain.

"Aah! Ugh… Doyou-" before you could finish, you fainted. Doyoung's eyes widen, he immediately carries you put of the room, tears pooling around his eyes.

"Mom! Mom! Y/N! Y/N, fainted!" He screamed.

It's been fifteen minutes since the doctor's have been inside that room with you. And Doyoung can't stop crying, tears dripping continuously as his mother can't help feeling guilty too.

The sound of the door opening brought both the son and mother from their grief. "Doctor, doctor- My wife.. My wife, she is- she is okay right? The baby?" Doyoung panicked the moment the doctor came.

"Are you the patient's husband?" The doctor asked calmly, receiving a rapid nod from Doyoung.

"Okay, then. Please follow me…" He said as he led the way, the nervousness bubbling in Doyoung's throat. Tears threatening to fall.

Finally, they both sit and the longer it takes for the doctor to speak, the more Doyoung feels like crying.

"Okay so… Do you, perhaps, know.. know about her memory loss?" Not 'that'.

"I-I… Yes.. Yes, d-doctor.." Doyoung stuttered.

"Well, this is good news then. Your wife has been recovering a few memories now.. She got the pieces of her memories back a little by little. And, I suppose that she will gain all of her memories very soon!" The doctor says, with a smile.

What? Are you going to gain your memories back? Doyoung felt like crying and he did, tears continuously poured out of his eyes. He muttered thanks continuously and sobbed again.

"Thank you so much, doctor. You h-have no idea how much this means to me.. Thank you so so much." He said, voice breaking here and there.

"Also remember, don't stress her. She will gain her memories on her own, you can try telling her about your past but make sure she is comfortable enough to take the information… okay?" The doctor confirms with him, after getting a nod.

His day couldn't get any happier. You finally regaining your memories, means you will be his again…

Doyoung opened the door, to find you sleeping on the bed peacefully. He came closer and sat near the bed. Your face illuminates under the light, so graceful without a frown or creases. Grabbing your hands softly, he intertwined your fingers which perfectly fit each other like puzzle pieces.

He informed your father and your brother, both of whom visited you before he came and left. They said they would visit you back tomorrow once you gain your consciousness.

Bringing your hand near his nose, he inhaled deeply before placing a kiss over your knuckles. The feeling of your skin against his, brought back all the memories. Before he could realise, he was already crying.

"Baby, I-I'm sorry.. If only.. If only I hadn't ditched our date to g-go and party with my… friends, this wouldn't have happened… I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N-ie… Please come back to me… Please…" He sobs.

After a good fifteen minutes of crying, he had to go when his mother called him. He gave you one last peck on your forehead before going out.

Flashback: 2 years ago

"Doieee.. You can't come?" You ask him in a small voice and Doyoung could feel you pouting. He felt so bad, so very bad. But he was forced to go to the party because his close friend, Johnny dragged him because it was his birthday!

"Cupie, I'm sorry… I will spend the whole day with you tomorrow, okay?" He said. "Okay, fine…. But only if you give me lots of cuddles!" You ask him with a giggle and who is Doyoung to refuse such a tempting offer.

"Sure baby! Get home safe, okay? Bye, Love you!" He ended the call after you replied with a "Okay, you too! Love you more, doie". Who knew that was the last i love you from you...

You sigh, knowing that you will have to walk alone from the library because Doyoung is not here to accompany you. Swinging your bag on your left shoulder, you exit the library but to your surprise you saw a specific someone waiting for you there.

"Oh, hey Jaehy-" before you could finish the boy fell on your shoulder. He reeked a strong alcohol "Oh-uh.. Are you drunk, man?" You ask, his tall figure literally towering you.

"N-Noo! I'm… not! Alsooo you l-look sooo sexy" He says, roaming his hands on your waist. To say that you were uncomfortable was an understatement.

"Jae, why don't we take you home, hm? Wait a sec, lemme call-" before you could continue more or pull your phone, he pinned you, hard, on the nearby wall. "J-Jae, what the heck are you doing?!?" You exclaim harshly, when he hooks his arms around your waist.

"Baby, I t-told you that you were sexy right? Why don't we have some fun, hm?" He asks, licking his lips. "Wh-What… Jae s-stop.." you cry out, you don't believe this to be true. He is your friend, right? This must be some kind of prank.

But all your hopes were crushed the moment he kissed you harshly. With a gasp, you try to fight. You pushed him as much as you can but all were of no use. Eyes flooding tears like a waterfall.

When his hands grabbed your breast, you almost felt like passing out. You couldn't breath properly. "J-Jae… please s-stop.." you beg him once again.

"Shut the hell up! C-Corporate babygirl.." he say tauntingly, in a very deep voice, making you scared. His hands are removing your shirt. You can't do anything, his other hand pinning both of yours on the wall But you can't give in to someone just like that.

You gather up all your courage and force before pushing him to the ground. You get a hold of your shirt and start running towards the direction of your house.

Suddenly you heard a loud horn, turning, you looked at that car coming towards, and before you knew, it all turned black.

The moment Doyoung got a phone call saying that you were hit by a car, he couldn't stop the tears. He has been crying since the moment he saw so vulnerable in the operation theatre. Your brother sobbing near Doyoung when he heard that they found you with your shirt torn. All the different possibilities and scenarios running up their mind.

Doyoung didn't want to cry, he didn't have the right to cry. He was the reason why you are lying in that bed right now. It was because he wanted to go to some stupid party. Mustering up his courage, he went to talk to your father. "I- " he was cut off by the doctor coming out of the room.

"Relatives of the patient?" Just as Doyoung was about to go, he remembered that your father had to go.

He looked down, when your father moved forward, "Yes, doctor? How.. How is m-my daughter?" He asked, panic evident in his voice.

"Sir, your daughter is fine now…" a big sigh left. Doyoung felt like he came back from death once again, tears streaming down his face, continuously thanking the gods above. "But… her memory.. She doesn't remember a few things. And from what we have questioned her, she doesn't remember the last two years of memory… I understand how hard this is, but be thankful she is fine.. You can go, see her when she is, changed to general ward. Thank you.." the doctor says before taking the leave.

All the hope Doyoung had, fell down on the ground. A wave of shock hit him when he heard the doctor say that her memory was lost and it's been only an year since you both started dating. That means you had forgotten him too.

Doyoung fell on his knees sobbing loudly, how is he going to do this? He felt his heart shattering into thousands of pieces at the thought of you being clueless seeing who he is.

Taeyong put his hand on his shoulder comforting, his own eyes still red from the crying. "Don't worry, Doyoung.. Even if she had forgotten you, she will remember you the moment she sees you. That's how much she loves-"

"Hyung s-stop.. That love is the reason for this, if this ain't my love or some shit… she- she would have been good n-now.." Doyoung said, crying on your brother's chest, sobbing hard, already having a hard time breathing.

It is heartbreaking knowing that the person you like doesn't even remember you.

Sniffing for the last time, Doyoung stands up from the floor, wiping his eyes before walking up to your dad. It's for your best...

"Mr.Lee… I know Y/N… d-doesn't remember me.." his heart clenches, his red and swollen eyes starting to sprout tears once again. Your dad feels himself crying again at the thought of another man crying for you come alive, he was really happy that you found someone like Doyoung. "So… So It's-It's better if we… we don't r-remember things about me… After all, it was all… b-because of me.." By the time he finished, his cheeks were wet.

Both Taeyong and his dad were astonished. "Doyoung, what-" before Taeyong could ask, Doyoung ran back without thinking twice. That day, your dad felt like he lost a big part of not only his daughter's life but also his own.

From that very day, you never saw Doyoung. Jaehyun knew he was the one who was at fault, but seeing that you lost your memories, he introduced himself to you and before you both knew, you were in a relationship with him.

Doyoung on the other hand was devastated, seeing you being with Jaehyun hurt him like anything. But when he saw you smiling, he knew you were happy. So, maybe his sacrifice is all worth your happiness.

Present day

You are awake. The moment you opened your eyes, all the headache came back at once. Pieces of memories pulsing in your mind.

Jaehyun touched you. Doyoung was your boyfriend. It wasn't Jaehyun.

Before you could realise, you're already bawling your eyes out. You are not sure why you are crying. Was it because you missed your Doyoung or you didn't get to speak to Doyoung or all the emotions making it so painful for you. Or, even worse, all of it.

You can't believe this. Everything feels like a bad nightmare that you don't wanna encounter once again. You can't believe Doyoung just left you like that. You can't believe that the person who you thought was gonna marry you, once tried to rape you and that's reason for all this commotion. You can't believe that the Jaehyun , who spoke as if honey was practically dripping out, did something cheap like this.

All these making a mess in your mind, making nothing out of it except for tears to come out.

The sudden click of the door startling your sobs, you look up to see the man who you were crying about. "D-Doyoung..." Only that came out other than the sobs. You saw the man that you loved with your whole heart almost crumbling in joy just hearing you say his name. He stood there shocked. Was it finally the time..?

"Doyoung… C-Come.. Come here..." You left out shakily, the said man hurrying, standing near you the next moment.

You look at him who stood there with his head hung low, tears slowly falling. His waist to the level of your face, you bring your arms slowly, hugging his slender waist. Tears falling from both of your eyes like a never-ending falls. The grip of his waist tighten more and more when you heard his sobs.

"I-I'm s-sorry.." he choked out. Removing your arms from his waist, he sits on the bed near you. Your heart breaks at the sight of him looking so wrecked.

"C-Cupcake..." He whispered the name, the name he used to call you with. You broke down the second time in his arms, painful sobs leaving you.

"Doyoung… Why did you l-leave me, honey..." You cried out, placing your hands on his right cheek.

"I'm-I-m sorry…. Baby, I'm so s-sorry… I was… I was scared that.. that something like th-this might happen once again… trust me, I don't want t-that.." he said, the salty tears flooding his cheeks. Your heart stops for a moment.

Did he leave you because he didn't want to hurt you?

"Oh god..." You shakily sigh, before pulling him into a hug. "Doyoung, that… that wasn't you… It was.. Jaehyun… That night… he tried to…" you felt him tense in your embrace. ".. he tried to touch me.. but I pushed him.. I was so scared that he would… do something wrong… I ran away.. but got hit by the car…" You said everything you had within yourself, feeling the weight from your shoulders lift away.

This made Doyoung more guilty, but when you said that Jaehyun tried to behave wrongly with you, his anger overlapped with all other emotions. How can that bastard touch his cupcake?

But that will be another day.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry.. please, please forgive me… Say that you won't leave me.. I didn't know about this.. I am sorry for not fighting for you... Tell me, you will always be with me as my Mrs.Kim..." he sobbed in your chest.

"Do you think I would leave you… No Doyoung… I would never.. I love you so much, my Mr.Kim… But you'll have to give me a lots of cuddles.." you chuckled at the end, breaking the hug to pull him into a kiss. A kiss full of love and longing. The taste of your lips against each other, feeling like heaven, even after years...

A lie. A stupid lie! Why would you lie to him saying that you would not leave him?! You promised, right? Then, why the hell did you leave him?!

Tears flowed out continuously as he cradled his daughter in his arms, standing beside your grave. Why did you leave him so fast? You didn't even get to spend a happy year with him.

Doctors said that there was a difficulty in the pregnancy. They said that it was a 50-50 situation for you to survive. And the unfortunate 50 won the day. The months you were with him were like heaven, even his mother accepted you. You all lived together happily, but then why did this happen?

Doyoung didn't know what to do, the last thing he remembers is you holding his hand tight inside the operation theatre, screaming to not let go. When you saw the doctors shaking their head in disappointment and an unpredictable look on their faces, you knew you wouldn't last longer.

The last thing you whispered before tasting his lips for the last time was, "Doyoung… I love you so much… Take care of our child, baby… I will always… be your Mrs.Kim…"

He can still remember your face clearly. Tears streaming down your face, hair sticking to your forehead, face scrunched up in pain. Even in that state, you looked so ethereal to him. Even when you told him that you loved him in that place, he saw the pure love in your eyes. He felt like he was the same teenage boy years ago when you told him that you love him.

More tears come down when he realises that you will always be his Mrs.Kim. He looked at the flowers on your grave, a tear falling. He should get used to this by now, but he can't. He is not so used to being without you....

THE END.

THANK YOU FOR WATCHING...

Your husband turns to you after the bold letters appear on the screen, his eyes holding tears that are threatening to spill. You just chuckled at his reaction, when you felt him tighten the hold of your hands under the blanket.

He tucked the strand of your hair, holding you closer than you already are. "You did it amazing as always honey..." He whispered in your ears.

"Oh, Yuta. They made my character a crybaby! I was crying the whole time!" You practically whined, making Yuta laugh, his tears fell in the corner of his eyes.

"You know... You looked so sexy being pregnant just in fake, imagine how more sexy you'll look in real, hm? " He asked with a smirk, gaining a blank face from you.

Looking at your deadpan expression, he snuggled in your neck. "Anyways… you're not Mrs.Jung or Mrs.Kim… You're always Mrs.Nakamoto.." he said before sucking a spot on your neck, making you giggle.

"Oh Yuta, you have no idea how much I love you.." you murmured before grabbing him by his neck for a kiss.

A/N: Give this fic and Mark's solo a lot of love!!! Mark did a very good job, We love you mark <33 I literally went through a emotional roller coaster listening to CHILD. Support him a lot!!!

#MOLO #MarkLeeSolo #Mark_Child

#icymi <3 #nct fics #nct fluff #nct angst #neobaobei fics

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neobaobei · 8 months

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[8:17]

Pairing: husband! Yuta x wife! F. Reader; fluff, jealousy; WC: 446

The party hall, shimmering with colourful lights and so many people, yet felt so lonely for you. An angry pout settled on your face as you looked at the couples slow dancing.

Not that you are single, you even have a husband. Correction: The most handsome, sexy, cute and caring husband named Nakamoto Yuta. Yup!

But where was he, you might ask. But let me tell you that the answer to the question was pretty sad.. at least for you.

You never thought there would be a moment in your life like this. You are jealous of your own dad!

And not to be petty, but your husband, whom you loved and cared and showed affection, left you for your dad. No matter what they say, you are still angry that he ditched.

Your dad has always been a villain in your story. Yuta had told jokingly before that he married you only to get close to your dad. Even during your wedding night, Yuta came late because he was having a drink with your dad. smh for a villain.

"Hey babe.." a hand hugged your waist, the words falling into your ears as a sensual whisper. That voice, a very familiar one.

You scoffed, your lips unintentionally forming a pout, making Yuta suppress his coo for you. "Honey, what's wrong, hm?" He asked, almost like talking to a baby, his hands squeezing your pouting cheeks.

"Why shid chu come mow?" Your words muffled, earning a heart eyes from him and a loud "kiyoOo".

You angrily (read: like a child) removed his hands, standing in front of him with a hand on your waist. Your hot red dress totally not matching with the cute, angry look settling on your face.

"Go back to my dad, why did you come now?" You look down, mumbling annoyedly. You almost thought your husband was cheating on you with your dad until you heard a deep chuckle.

"Honey, really now?" Yuta laughed at your face, his ears turning red from hard he is laughing at you.

A smile unknowingly formed on your face at the sight of your man laughing heartily.

"Babe, your dad is like my own dad. You don't need to get jealous of him" he chuckled, pinching your cheeks and placing a peck on the tip of your nose.

"Also, he said he wanted a grandchild soon.. hm? What do you say baby, shall we begin?" He slurred in your ears, making you giggle. You pushed him with his chest, a breathy laugh exhaling out of you, looking at the man you love looking like a prince.

Damn, what did you even do to get this lucky?

#icymi <3 #yuta fluff #nct fluff #neobaobei fics

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neobaobei · 8 months

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kim doyoung fic recs

(adding to list over time)

full length fics

before I go (m) | @yutaholic

genre: arranged marriage; an equal balance of fluff and angst; smut

synopsis: the day has come for you to marry doyoung and life as a princess is not what you expected. your new husband is distant and there is trouble stirring within the monarchy. now more than ever, you are determined to kindle a romance with the prince, but you soon learn that your marriage will be put to the test in ways you could never have imagined.

room for two | @mochidoie

genre: pure fluff, sharing a bed cliché, mutuals to lovers, mutual pining, SO MUCH TENSION BUILD UP

synopsis: it’s johnny suh’s birthday trip and as your childhood best friend, johnny books a hotel room with only one bed for you and doyoung to share. the catch: you're completely head over heels for kim doyoung.

with you | @neobaobei

genre: angst, fluff, arranged marriage au, domestic au, memory loss au

synopsis: the moment you read a letter, saying that your fiance ran away, your heart shattered in millions. what if a specific someone from your past (and future) wants to mend that pieces? or what if it's not even broke in the first place?

drabbles

honey | @coffeeew

genre: enemies to lovers

#thank you for including me <3 #neobaobei fics

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neobaobei · 8 months

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[09:36]

Pairing: Mingyu x Female Reader; Pure fluff

WC: 320+

"ax plus... b and dx square...?" you mumble incoherent math equations, looking at your textbook that has nearly thirty questions in one page. You let out a sigh, a deep one, deep enough to make your seatmate glance at you in a not so subtle manner.

This was your eighth one of the day.

You sigh once again, blush creeping your cheeks, as you felt mingyu's elbow brushing past your clothes ones as he kept writing. Having a left handed seatmate has it's cons!!

You look back at your teacher as he was taking a really hard question. You couldn't really focus now that his elbows wouldn't stop dashing with yours as he imprints those letters on his notebook!

You try to move step away from him as you saw him struggle with his gigantic arms in that really tiny table. You moved a bit, noticing his gaze fixated on you as if you were doing something crazy.

"Um.. What are you doing..?" He whispers at you, slightly nervous that he had made you uncomfortable. "Incase, you were uncomfortable, since you are left handed..." You mumble in a really low voice that only he could comprehend, and continued taking notes as if nothing had happened.

He narrows his eyes at the little space between your and his seat, cursing silently at the university for not providing bigger tables before pulling your chair closer to yours swiftly, his hands finding its way to yours. He did it so nonchalantly, that it took you solid minutes to process what just happened.

His large fingers wrapped around your small, thin ones as he smiled at you, making you blush at the physical contact of your skin's against each other.

You immediately look around the classroom, checking if anyone saw you both holding hands, only to find your friends already sending knowing smirks at your direction, making you turn redder than you already were.

Guess it's time to finally reveal your relationship.

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