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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ best friend - z.cl ❞

zhong chenle x reader | fluff | 1.6k words

WARNINGS | TW: burping, lowercase is intended, friends to lovers (aka my fav trope), high school au, non-idol au, mature language/cursing, realizing you’re in love kinda fic, we need more chenle fics pls and ty !!

SUMMARY | falling in love with your best friend? ewww, or so you thought.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “best friend” by laufey. laufrey’s voice is SO pretty to listen to and very unique so i recommend listening to her music !! anyways yes i know i already posted today but this is my first chenle fic so i’m pretty excited :) okay okay i’ll keep this short because i wanna get into it already :P i love you <3

you don’t remember how you found yourself in the middle of a burping contest with your bestest friend in the whole entire world.

one moment you two were sprawled out across your bed playing video games on your phones, and the next chenle was bullying you because you couldn’t burp as loud as him.

“y/nnie i challenge you to a burp contest.” chenle demanded, wanting to prove his point. by now your phones were long abandoned, the thought of bragging rights fueling each other’s desire to win.

“oh you’re so on.”

❝ i’ve never tolerated someone for so long ❞

see no matter how dumb or stupid chenle’s antics were, you were always there to do them with him. you would complain and threaten to leave him alone to his own devices, but before you knew it you would be right next to him grumbling about how bad of an idea it was.

when chenle wanted to bake a cake (which from the start was already a shit show because you two had no idea what you were doing) to when he wanted to go bungee jumping, the two of you would be attached by the hip.

you weren’t too sure why you'd been tolerating his dumbass for so long, but then again you were blind to the heart eyes you’d give the boy whenever he was near.

you were always quick to deny any accusations of having feelings for chenle. the excuse you’d always use was that you two were “just best friends” and couldn’t be anything more.

“he’s strictly just my best friend.” you scolded jisung as the younger flinched away from your angry hands.

“best friend my ass.” he muttered under his breath as the boy yelped, running away from your rage.

“ya, park jisung!” you yelled running after him, the redness spreading all over your face.

it’s from the embarrassment and not from how absolutely correct he is, you mentally scolded yourself as you desperately tried to catch up to jisung despite him having longer legs than you.

❝ i’ve never laughed so much ❞

you couldn’t breathe by how hard you were laughing.

air didn’t seem like an option as the two of you tried to release the loudest, longest, and deepest burp you could possibly attain.

you weren’t gonna lie, chenle was a worthy competitor but you knew you were better.

trying to gather as much gas as he could, you couldn’t help but glance fondly at the chinese boy desperately trying to release a bigger burp than you.

sure chenle was a dummy, but he was your dummy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

successfully gaining the right momentum, chenle waited for the perfect moment to give out the loudest burp you had ever heard in your whole entire life. the boy smirked proudly at your shocked face knowing that in that moment, he had won the whole thing.

“i told you.” chenle said smugly as you closed your mouth in a flash, rolling your eyes.

“whatever zhong. i’ve always hated your smelly ass anyways.” you replied trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, silently accepting defeat.

“oh you know you love me.” he said, his dolphin laugh resonating around your room. he cheekily smiled at your annoyed figure.

you couldn’t help but smile back, hating how right he was.

❝ i’ve never written a sad song ❞

chenle was born to be a singer, anyone could see that. and of course being his partner in crime you’d always be there to support him in whatever it is he’d do.

if chenle was the singer, you were the brains behind it all. music was something that brought you two together and was what kept you bonded. writing and producing songs for the boy was one of your favorite things in the world, loving how close it made you to him.

however at the moment you were at a stump.

chenle had mentioned wanting to release another song on soundcloud since your two’s following had increased. new content seemed to be demanded as your best friend batted his eyelashes in a prettily manner to get you to agree.

“i’ll sit down and write what i can.” you sighed, acknowledging the fact it had been a while since you two released something. your heart beat frantically at the sight of his overjoyed expression, chenle immediately thanking you and showering you with cringy love.

“s-shut up.” you malfunctioned as the boy pecked your cheeks in a playful manner, laughing a bit at how red you became.

“you’re too cute y/n.” chenle teased, immediately backing off the moment you started swinging at the boy.

one hour later and the blank piece of paper you pulled out from before remained empty, the pen right next to it untouched.

writer's block is a pain, and every writer knows that.

you originally had an idea of writing a sad song, something you two have never ventured into before. but angsty themes weren’t your jam and thus proved to be more of an obstacle writing than you anticipated.

“oh fuck this.” you angrily whispered out loud, grabbing the pen aggressively and scribbling heavy circles onto the blank sheet of paper.

though you would never acknowledge it, your very own best friend was the muse behind all the songs you wrote for him.

chenle was everything to you, and in more ways than you would admit.

so writing a sad song based off of him was difficult since he always brought out the best in you. sitting there once again for another hour, you crafted another love song that you knew he would adore.

after all, it was based on him.

❝ there’s no one i’d rather fall asleep with ❞

it was another one of your weekly sleepovers, this time you at chenle’s place to spend the night.

the release of your two’s latest song happened the day before and in order to celebrate the song’s unrelenting success, you held a small party at the boy’s house.

“don’t be shy, where's the dog?” was the first thing you said as you walked through his house, a little disappointed to not be met with the tiny white dog you had grown to love over the years. daegal was practically your daughter, the dog loving you more than she loved chenle.

“i asked jaemin to take her in so it could be just the two of us.” chenle said, flicking your forehead annoyingly as you raised a fist to fight.

“fuck.” you muttered under your breath, frantically rummaging through the night bag you packed.

“what’s up?” chenle asked as he rubbed his hair with the towel in his hands, fresh out of the shower.

“i don’t think i packed any pajamas. my bag was too full with all the shit you wanted me to bring.” you pouted, pointing towards your bag. the boy laughed at your cute expression, the sound of his high pitched laughter making you pout even more.

“i guess you can borrow my hoodie and some sweats,” he replied, sounding forced even though chenle had a small smile on his face.

you only threw a pillow at his face in response.

you were drowning in his clothes, his hoodie being a couple sizes too big and his sweats practically falling off your legs. the only thing holding the poor material up was the waistband tie, triple tied to ensure reliability.

the faint scent of his cologne ate you up as you shyly opened his bathroom door to walk back into chenle’s room.

“look at how tiny you are~” your best friend cooed, eyeing your sweater paws. rolling your eyes you gave him the middle finger as you grumpily trudged towards his bed, flopping down on the soft mattress.

pulling the hood up, you hid under his comforter for some warmth.

the sound of your favorite person’s laughter caught your attention as you peeked through the blanket, an unfamiliar feeling hitting you like a truck.

chenle was laughing obnoxiously at the sight of your salty figure in the corner of his room, his hair still slightly wet as his squeaky gaming chair adjusted to his body moving from laughing too hard.

everything about the boy was beautiful and the longer you looked at him, the more your belly would explode with emotions. your heart was racing and your mind could only think of one thing: zhong chenle.

and just like that, you realized you were hopelessly in love with your best friend.

❝ and dream with ❞

the two of you were laid out comfortably on the boy’s bed, chenle long gone and deep in slumber. he willingly chose to stay faced towards you and even asked you to stay facing him as well.

you shakily agreed knowing you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.

your epiphany seemed to somewhat catch chenle’s attention but he knew better to push it and only gave you a look at your strange behavior.

it was 2 am and you still couldn’t get over the fact you were actually in love with your best friend. you smiled softly as he snored, probably dreaming about more stupid shit for the two of you to do.

“i think i might actually love you zhong chenle.” you whispered into the night as you carefully brought a hand to caress his cheek.

scared you might wake him, you jumped a bit when you saw him stir but your heart melted when you noticed he leaned into your touch.

“god i hate you.” you said snickering a bit, wiping the drool off his chin.

“i take it back, i love you too much.” you sighed, immediately regretting what you had said even though chenle wasn’t awake to hear any of this.

“if only you love me like i love you.” you sighed once again hopelessly as you brought your hand back to try and sleep.

❝ you’re my best friend in the whole entire world ❞

right as you were about to drift into wonderland, you could’ve sworn you felt a pair of lips meet your forehead and your best friend whisper something into the night.

“i love you more than anything, you blind idiot.”

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes.

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went.

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside.

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least.

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit.

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life.

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways.

he just wanted to be loved.

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood.

jisung wanted that, craved that.

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt.

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs.

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home.

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in.

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind.

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself.

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option.

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty.

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard.

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do.

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him.

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there. what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up.

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on.

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind.

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing.

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window.

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room.

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention.

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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HI IM THE SAME ANON WHO ASKED FOR THE WHAT IS LOVE FIC I LOVED IT SMSMSM /g i'm literally so addicted to ur idol!reader series pls make more in the future if u can <3

OMG HI MY LOVE (≧∇≦)/

i'm so sorry for some reason i lost your request thing so i couldn't respond to it :( but i ended up seeing it before it got lost and AH IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT HFSKDLFHKDL

i actually didn't think people liked my idol!reader fics but i'll be sure to write some more in the future, just for you :)

I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, AND HAVE A GREAT DAY BUBS <3

- bee <3

(here) is the fic again just for reference bc i didn't get to tag it in the original message you sent me hehe

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel.

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream.

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved.

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him.

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts.

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted.

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too.

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’.

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him.

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks.

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about.

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all.

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you.

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more.

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love.

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’.

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too.

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way.

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic.

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself.

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you.

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous.

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing.

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all.

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror.

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight.

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought.

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it.

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no.

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark.

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him.

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes.

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway.

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him.

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his.

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake.

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you.

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt.

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled.

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was.

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

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Hi!!!!! I love your fics so much. I really really love them!! You are an amazing writer. I just saw that your requests are open. Can I request something? You can choose the member coz I bias all of them. I want the plot to be about a mental hospital. Both the reader and the member are patients and they help each other grow with their traumas and mistakes. You can make it fluff or angst. Anything. (I prefer angst☠️). This has been in my head for quite some time. Once again. I LOVE YOUUUU

hi hi hi my love <3

sorry i'm a little late, i wanted this fic to be as accurate as possible since this is a little sensitive so i had to do a little research :) hopefully this isn't too triggering!

i picked jeno just because i mainly write about nct dream and i haven’t written a fic abt our boy yet so hopefully you don’t mind!

also i know you prefer angst but i SUCK at writing angst so i tried making it a little bitter sweet(?) but i know it won't sting as bad as real angst so im sorry :(

anyways thank you for requesting!! (here) it is and i hope you enjoy <333

- bee <3

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❝ astronomy - l.jn ❞

lee jeno x reader | angsty ish | 2k words

WARNINGS | TW: ptsd, anorexia, depression, mental illnesses, and being in a mental hospital, lowercase intended, non-idol au, strangers to lovers, angsty thought bc my lovely requester said they’d prefer angst, but not your typical angst because i’m so bad at writing it lol, fluff though because they do end up becoming lovers, as i’ve mentioned before this might be triggering for some people so please be aware that you are loved and cared for as you read this fic!

REQUEST | “Hi!!!!! I love your fics so much. I really really love them!! You are an amazing writer. I just saw that your requests are open. Can I request something? You can choose the member coz I bias all of them. I want the plot to be about a mental hospital. Both the reader and the member are patients and they help each other grow with their traumas and mistakes. You can make it fluff or angst. Anything. (I prefer angst☠️). This has been in my head for quite some time. Once again. I LOVE YOUUUU” - @darkacademiaskeletonmuseum <3

SUMMARY | you were his star, just as much as he was yours

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “astronomy” by conan gray! also kind of inspired by bts highlight reel with jungkook and that one girl :) anywas my love @darkacademiaskeletonmuseum requested this and im SO excited! i’m sorry this took a bit, since this is quite a sensitive topic i wanted this fic to be as accurate as possible! thank you for supporting my writing!! i don’t even know how this account came from writing for myself to making other people’s requests come to life fhajkdfhl i love taking requests. but i love love LOVE you and thank you for requesting bubs :)

lee jeno was everything you hated and loved in one.

he had the perfect body, and you hated it. he had the slimmest waist, and you despised him for it. he could eat a full course meal by himself and not gain a single pound, which you loathed him for.

you also hated the way his eyes would turn cold whenever he’d have an episode, or the way he’d look so lost looking at a trigger. you also hated how he’d sometimes push you away, saying he’s fine when he clearly wasn’t.

but you loved the way his eyes lit up when he saw something exciting. you loved his eye smile that reminded you of your precious samoyed waiting for you back home. you loved the way he’d spoon feed you your dinner just so you could pick up eating again. and you loved the way he’d hold you close at night whispering sweet nothings about how proud he was of you.

you loved and hated lee jeno.

❝ we’ve traveled the seas ❞

you remember the first night you met the boy of your dreams.

it had been your two month mark at the hospital, two whole months of forcing yourself to eat only to throw it up back up again. you were literally dying from the inside.

but it was like seeing the world in a new perspective once lee jeno came into your life.

he was the newest patient at the hospital and from what you heard eavesdropping some nurses, he was here for a severe case of ptsd. the boy rolled around on his wheelchair aimlessly, as if he wasn’t mentally there at all.

he’s so good looking, you thought to yourself as you hid behind the door of your room, peaking at the boy rolling through the hallways.

“i see you’ve taken quite a liking to the new boy?” one of the nurses popped out of nowhere, startling you. you tripped and landed on your butt, the cold tile floor meeting your bare thighs.

“holy shit minnie, you scared me.” you exclaimed, a hand on your heart. the woman only lightly kicked you with a frown. “don’t curse y/n it’s not good for your health.”

you rolled your eyes before sputtering up an excuse. “n-no i don’t like him like that.” you stuttered, turning red. suddenly the cold floor was very interesting.

“uhuh.” the nurse responded with a smirk. minnie then held out her hand, you taking it and standing back up again. “you should go talk to him~” she said in a sing-songy voice folding up some blankets on your bed.

“as if.” you scoffed before going back on your bed grumbling about how annoying the nurse was.

❝ we’ve ridden the stars ❞

“i swear i will lock you outside your room if you don’t just talk to the poor boy.” minnie threatened with a spatula in her hands. it had been a week of you ogling jeno, you hiding around in corners while watching him roll around the building.

“minnie you know i can’t do that.” you sighed, leaving your post at your door to lie back down on your bed. “what if i’m not pretty enough for him. i mean look at the dude, he’s stunning.”

the nurse only sighed as she sat down on the edge of your bed. “y/n, i promise you it’ll all be alright. besides if he ends up being a jerk, i won’t hesitate to give him the shitty food from the cafeteria.” minnie said with a smile as you laughed, knowing you’re making progress.

jeno felt as if his soul had left his body that night. it all went down so fast but it left a broken man in the dust. why couldn’t i have died that night?

jeno knew he needed help the moment the nightmares came, after the sweating and screaming, the intense flashbacks. jeno knew he had to get over it, what’s done was done.

so why can’t he go to sleep at night? why couldn’t he look at a car without hyperventilating?

everything he knew felt foreign and unsafe, which is why when jaemin suggested he go see a doctor the boy took his advice.

jeno wandered around the building with a sigh, his arms getting used to the feeling of pushing around his wheels. the wheelchair wasn’t necessary but because he fractured his ankle during a panic attack before he arrived, jeno was forced to use it.

besides, wheels were one of his triggers so it could help him overcome his panic attacks.

the frown on his face was evident as he looked down on the floor trying to get to the garden outside. he was about to turn the corner before a hand came into his vision, stopping him completely. he looked up and was met with the prettiest pair of eyes he’d ever seen.

the girl in front of him smiled, his heart racing for some unknown reason. she then put her hand out for a handshake, and that was when jeno knew he was fucked for life.

❝ we’ve seen everything from saturn to mars ❞

from that moment forward, the two of you hit it off. you were each other’s support system in the ugliest of moments, but a safe place for each other in the best of them as well. everyone adored the pair you two became to be, and minnie was your number one supporter.

“i told you it would be fine.” the nurse said as you sighed dramatically into your pillow. jeno had dropped you off to your room at night, his wheelchair no longer needed.

“he’s so perfect minnie.” you said with a smile on your face as the nurse chuckled and closed the nights for the night.

you knew you were in love with the soft puppy when jeno told you how much you meant to him. you had another bad day, all the food you were given couldn't seem to stay down. you refused to eat, and even jeno couldn’t convince you to take a bite.

everything seemed to be falling apart.

but as if jeno knew what you needed, he crept into your room at night startling you a bit. his strong arms circled around you, the warmth of his hoodie engulfing you up under the covers.

“i know today was a bad day my love, but i want you to know that i’m so proud of you for taking that one bite.” he whispered into your hair. you felt the tears well up in your eyes as the boy continued to talk into the darkness.

“you’re so strong and absolutely perfect the way you are. you’re gorgeous, and pretty, and beautiful, and never fail to take my breath away whenever i see you.”

the tears were streaming down your face as you hopelessly sobbed into jeno’s chest, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back in a soothing manner. your heart stopped as he confessed his last words.

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too jeno.” you hiccuped and just like that your bad day became the greatest day of your life.

❝ as much as it seems like you own my heart ❞

“minnie what do you mean i’m being transferred to another hospital.” you said with tears in your eyes as jeno and the nurse sat in your room.

you felt the anxiety creep up you as the head nurse of the hospital informed you that you would be moved to a different hospital. you were improving your health and didn’t need the urgent assistance that this hospital provided.

“i know it seems bad but i swear it’ll all be okay.” minnie said as you felt the tears fall down your cheeks. jeno’s eyes widened, rushing up to wipe the tears off your face.

“don’t cry my little star.” he said, looking into your glossy eyes. “we can still talk.” he stiffly said, knowing phone privileges had a certain time limit.

no matter how much he’d wish to be on call with you forever, jeno knew that wasn’t an option. facetime was practically non-existence since they weren’t allowed to have their own phones.

“i don’t wanna leave you jen.” you pouted, the boy’s heart breaking at how lost you looked. minnie only observed from the side, not really wanting to third wheel but knowing you needed this moment with the love of your life.

jeno was your life, and the only thing you had to keep you going. if he was gone, how would you go on?

“i don’t want you to leave too bubba.” jeno confessed, not wanting to cry himself. “but this is a good thing. you’re overcoming your anorexia which i’m so proud of you for, and in a couple of months you and i will be out to live our lives.” he smiled caressing your cheek in his hand.

“i don’t want to interrupt but,” minnie started, the two of you blushing because you forgot the nurse was there. “he’s right. in a couple of months time you two would be released and then you can finally go out. no more late night garden dates.” she said as you turned to her in shock.

“you knew?” you asked, sniffling a bit.

“duh? how else would jeno get the keys to the door?” she said rolling her eyes. the boy in question only shrugged his shoulders cheekily as you sighed with a small smile on your face.

❝ it’s astronomy ❞

you bitterly sighed as you pulled your luggage behind you, the bag in one hand and jeno’s hand in the other.

today was the day you were leaving.

the hallways that were once filled with patients were filled with decorations, your name on every you could see. jeno had decided to plan a surprise going away party for you the day you left, and everything was amazing.

but now that it was time for you to actually leave the grounds, your heart raced with anxiety.

i don’t want to go, you thought to yourself looking around the place that nurtured you back to health for the past year.

you weren’t just leaving behind the love of your life, you were leaving your home. you were leaving minnie. you were leaving the late nights in the garden.

you were leaving your life.

“hey.” jeno said, squeezing your hand a little. you had unknowingly spaced out, the two of you already at the front of the car that’d take you to your new home.

“oh god.” you whispered, knowing this was it.

“i have a little something for you.” jeno confessed, taking back his hand. you frowned at the loss of warmth but nonetheless turned to face him with a confused face.

“what’s up my love.” you said worryingly. your gut wretched in fear as the boy rummaged through his pockets.

“y/n you know i love you with all my heart.” he started, stuttering a bit over his words. “so this is a little reminder that i’m always here with you.” jeno said as he brought out a box and opened it, a small necklace with a star pendant on it.

“for my favorite star.” he said turning you around to put it on. you were frozen in shock, not knowing how to react for a bit. you only stood silently as he put it on.

“y/n?” the boy asked fearfully, thinking you hated it. but his worries were put to rest as tackled him in a hug, the tears overflowing.

❝ we’re two worlds apart ❞

“i am hopelessly in love with you lee jeno.” you whispered into the boy’s ear in a tight hug.

“i am all the more in love with you y/n.” jeno said as you walked away with a bitter smile, wanting nothing more than to run back to the boy’s arms.

no matter how many worlds apart he is i’d love him through everything, you thought to yourself as you watched the boy wave at your car rolling into the road.

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loved the western awards show fanfic thank youu such great writing

hi my love! i’m so so happy you enjoyed it :) i was a little scared it might be trash bc of how many times i rewrote it bUT I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <3

- bee <3

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love your writing! do you mind taking a request of mine? it’s where mark sees a western artist at an award show or function and he has a crush on her and wants to get with her before nct goes back to korea… thank you

hi anon :)

im so sorry for being a little late in response (i lowkey had a little trouble writing) but (here) it is all finished !!

thank you thank you so much for requesting bubs, i really appreciate it <3 thank you for also being patient with me!! i've been having trouble writing again LOL

anyways i love you and i hope you enjoy :D

- bee <3

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❝ crush on you - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 1.4k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, mature language/cursing, westernartist!reader, mark is a shy bby, soft!mark, lowkey shy!reader bc lol, ANOTHER REQUEST YAY!!

REQUEST | “love your writing! do you mind taking a request of mine? it’s where mark sees a western artist at an award show or function and he has a crush on her and wants to get with her before nct goes back to korea… thank you” - anon <3

SUMMARY | his little heart has a crush on you :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “crush on you” by soul fro and dum di dum! IM SO EXCITED THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST!! THANK YOU ANON ILY <3 hopefully this meets your expectations :) i actually don’t know how award shows in the states work even though i’m literally from america so this might be slightly inaccurate lol. anyways thank you for supporting me crappy writing ahfkjdh i love you <33

mark had no idea what it was about you that captured his fragile little heart. you, the tiny first time nominee at the ama’s.

nct 127 was once again nominated for an award at the western convention, the team touring around the area as well. the red carpet was flooded with cameras, flashes and intense yells for attention was the only thing mark could hear.

but the moment you started walking down the silk road, it was like all of the sound buzzed down to a silence.

❝ my heart has a little crush on you ❞

you were the only thing the boy could see.

your soft pink gown clashed with the intense red on the floor, the pretty floral print around the chest and waist of the dress all the more brought out your skin tone. your hair was left in pretty curls and mark could’ve sworn he saw a pink flower pin somewhere in there too.

the shy smile you let out the moment the paparazzi noticed you made mark’s heart race, hearing them ask you how you felt about your first ama’s since your debut.

so she’s a newbie, mark thought knowing that was the reason he’s never seen you before.

“how does it feel to be nominated for your first award?” a man asked, flashes all around you. your heart was racing with fear.

don’t fuck up now, you thought to yourself before smiling.

“if i’m being honest, i’m terrified.” you answered truthfully, watching as the group of people in front of you nodded in understanding. “but i’m super excited and grateful to be here, so the nerves don’t really matter.” you awkwardly continued as some cooed at your shyness.

“now i must say that’s a beautiful dress you have on.” a woman with a microphone said causing you to blush.

“ahh thank you!” you gushed, turning to her with warm cheeks. “i was scared it might be too much but my stylist insisted i wear it.”

“well you’re stunning.” the woman winked before a certain group of boys caught her eye. “good luck today y/n! hopefully this will be your first win.” she said before floating to the korean boys a couple feet away.

“thank you!” you called out, watching her go to the group of boys ahead of you.

curiosity struck you knowing you had no clue who they were. once you made it past the runway, you sneaked a look at the group only to have your breath taken away.

they were gorgeous, especially the one in the front.

his big brown doe eyes were shining under the lights and even though they were all wearing the same back suit and tie, this boy seemed to stand out to you.

❝ so immature but these butterflies they keep me laughing ❞

“hey lauren?” you nudge your manager. “who’s that?” you secretly point, not wanting to draw attention.

“oh that’s mark lee from nct 127. they’re the korean boy group that’s nominated for an award.” your manager replied.

she then pokes your sides as she smirks. “don’t tell me you have a thing for the canadian dude!” she says and you yelp from the impact.

“HE’S CANADIAN TOO?” you whispered-shouted to the girl, a little taken aback. so he’s handsome and most likely knows how to speak english?

“it’s always the damn canadians.” you grumbled under your breath as your manager laughed knowing this might be the start of something new.

“hyung remember that girl from the runway with the pink floral dress?” mark asks one of their managers. the man nods, a little confused by the question.

“how can you not?” the man jokes, mark nodding with a small smile.

“do you happen to know her name?” the boy asks as

his manager gives him a look. “where is this going mark?”

“no where i swear i just want to know who she is.” mark said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“hmm okay well i’m pretty sure her name is y/n.” his manager responds before being asked by another staff member for something.

“y/n.” mark said hazily, liking how your name sounds on his tongue.

mark was in love. there was no other way to describe this feeling. while waiting in their waiting rooms for the show to start, mark took the time to look up your music.

and god was he mad he didn’t know who you were before.

your songs were incredible and your voice held a certain fragility that made mark wanna give you a hug.

she better win, he thought to himself as they were ushered out of the waiting room and into the award show.

“oh my god oh my god oh my god.” you whispered to yourself as your heart raced. the award you were nominated in was about to be called and you wished you could hide in a hole and disappear from the crowd.

your manager sensed your nerves and squeezed your hand, silently letting you know she’d be there for you through anything. you softly smiled as you felt your nerves subside.

“and the winner is…” the man called out, purposefully slowing down a bit to create suspense.

mark knew this was the category you were nominated in, and the moment they were about to reveal the winner he held his breath.

please be y/n, he thought in his head as the announcer took another breath.

“y/n!” and if it wasn’t for his self-strength, mark could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped up in joy.

❝ my heart wrote a little song for you ❞

mark couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the entire award show. in fact, he was a little worried someone would notice because of how painfully obvious he was being.

but it’s not like you were any better. whenever mark would look away, you’d be looking at him.

“just talk to him.” your manager lauren complained, sick of the heart eyes you’d send to the boy.

so oblivious, she thought rolling her eyes. even she had seen the way he’d sneak glances at you as well.

“shhh.” you hushed her, looking around. it was nearing the end of the convention but you didn’t want to risk anyone over hearing her.

“i don’t know laur, he probably hasn’t even noticed me.” you quietly sighed feeling a bit down.

why would he? you’re just a newbie while he’s been in the industry for years.

“oh you’d be surprised.” the girl responded, shaking her head at your stupidity.

“are you y/n’s manager?” a man asked, stopping the woman. raising an eyebrow lauren motioned you too keep walking backstage to your dressing room.

how odd, you thought walking away.

“yes i am. why what’s going on.” lauren replied hesitantly.

the man let out a sigh of relief before continuing. “i’m one of the managers for nct 127 and let’s be honest,” he said letting the woman relax. she saw where this was heading.

“mark and y/n are head over heels for each other.” they both said at the same time.

“you noticed mark’s glances?” he asked in surprise.

“duh who wouldn’t?” she replied causing the man to laugh.

“y/n wouldn’t.” he said back causing them two to formulate a plan.

“y/n i have someone i’d like to introduce to you.” your manager said walking into your dressing room. you sat lazily on the couch still in your dress, your toes aching from being in those heels for hours.

“what’s up lauren?” you asked looking up from your phone.

“meet mark from nct 127.”

and just like that your heart jumped.

❝ won’t you take a listen ❞

the two of you stood awkwardly in front of each other not really knowing what to say. your managers had set you up, playing off the fact that they themselves have gotten along quite well and would like for their artists to meet.

“hey-“

“hi-“

you both started at the same time. you immediately flushed rushing to let him go first.

“uh you can go first.” you timidly responded.

“no you.” mark replied just as embarrassed.

“good grief just ask for each other’s numbers.” the two managers hollered in unison, cringing at the awkwardness in the air.

“y-you wanna get lunch sometime soon?” mark asked with sudden confidence.

❝ and dance with me to the rhythm ❞

you smiled causing him to smile back. “duh.”

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❝ somebody to someone - p.js ❞

park jisung x reader | angst, fluff | 0.7k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, non-idol au, friends to lovers au, mature language/cursing, bestfriend!jisung, soft!jisung, depressive themes, depressive thoughts, reader in need of comfort, always remember guys that if you’re ever feeling like this my dms are ALWAYS open i promise you i don’t care if we’ve never talked before i’m always here for you guys!

SUMMARY | when you feel like your whole world is falling apart, he will always be there to catch you before you fall.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “somebody to you” by the banners :) these past couple of days have been dog poop so this is really just a (rushed and ugly) comfort fic for me lol. anyways i’m working on chapter three of puzzle piece don’t worry <3 i love you guys.

the non stop buzzing of your phone lit up the dark room you were in. it was jisung, your best friend, frantically spamming your notifications. as clueless as he was in everyday life (bless his poor soul), he knew you better than anyone and the moment you didn’t pick up his first phone call sent him into a frenzy of worry and panic over you.

you always answered for him, no matter what.

❝ and if the sun’s upset ❞

if you were being completely honest, you had no idea why you were sobbing depressingly into your pillow. the salty tears fell down your cheeks as your broken cries echoed around your room.

was it because of that screaming match you had with your mother a few moments ago? the fact a majority of your friends never cared for you anyways? school being a complete shit show? or maybe because you were ever so hopelessly in love with your best friend?

❝ and the sky goes cold ❞

since when did things turn to shit, you mentally asked yourself as your phone buzzed for the nth time. you knew you were worrying the boy and the guilt swooshed around in your heart. but you knew you couldn’t talk to him about it, not about how much you loved him.

jisung’s your vent and what kept you grounded the moment your mind overloaded itself with its bad thoughts. you told him everything even if you don’t mean to, and he’s always there to comfort you. so you knew you couldn’t risk spilling your feelings for him, even if it meant bottling up everything else.

❝ then if the clouds get heavy ❞

“y/n i swear to god you better open this door or i promise you i’ll kick it down.” a voice called out, knocking on your bedroom door. your heart raced as you frantically wiped your tears away, sitting up on your bed. how the hell did jisung get in anyways?

probably dad, you thought to yourself, slowly walking towards the door.

“y/n.” jisung warned.

“okay okay i’m opening it.” you replied, not wanting to go through the hassle of reattaching your door if jisung did end up kicking it down.

your sudden boost of confidence died down the moment you were face to face with the boy who made your tummy burst out like fireworks. jisung’s worried face met yours and you could’ve passed away from cardiac arrest on the spot.

his recently dyed messy jet black hair made you feel things, the domesticity in his humongous black hoodie and gray sweats was what led you to close the door once again.

jisung’s foot burst through, stopping you from fully closing it. “talk to me bubba, what’s going on?” he said softly said.

the raw concern and love his voice held was what let you let it all out.

❝ and start to fall ❞

the moment jisung heard your first sob he quickly pushed through the door, his strength overpowering you. he quickly pulled you into an embrace, his warmth spreading all over your body.

❝ i really need somebody to call my own ❞

“it’s gonna be okay princess.” jisung softly reassured you, your bodies tangled up on your bed. you sobbed into his chest mumbling incoherent words as his big hands rubbed small comforting circles onto your back.

jisung was at a loss. he had never seen you so broken and upset. seeing the woman he loved crying out onto his chest broke his heart and he remembered the promise he made to himself to protect you from anything and everything.

had he failed you?

❝ i wanna be somebody to someone ❞

jisung knew he loved you the moment you two met. as corny as it sounds, he fell face first for your goofy, sarcastic, loving ass. but he didn’t want to jump right into it and opted to be friends. best friends, in your words.

but god did you make it hard for the boy to keep his emotions at bay. every laugh, giggle, smile you let out when you two were together all the more made him fall. but seeing you so blue hurt him more than you thought.

❝ somebody to you ❞

“it’s okay baby, i’m always here for you.” jisung whispered into your ear as you settled down, hiccuping every once in a while. “i'll be there to catch you whenever you fall so chin up princess.” he said, wanting nothing more than to kiss your worries away. but that could be saved for another time.

instead he’ll be here for you until he was somebody to you.

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❝ chicken tendies - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | angst | 0.9k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, non-idol au, richkid!mark, mentions of hair color and style (sorry if you’re blonde/redhead/anything besides brown), bad angst bc i suck at writing it LOL, cursing, might have two parts idk idk

SUMMARY | when you’re the one thing he can’t have.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “chicken tendies” by clinton kane :) this might really really suck bc as i've mentioned before angst isn’t one of my strengths but i’ll try and get better!! thank you for being patient with me about puzzle piece btw, i love you all beyond words <3

mark’s heart stopped in its tracks the moment a tiny brown haired girl that looked just like you passed by him. his mind raced back to the memories you two shared, the times his life was more vibrant and colorful because you were there.

the thumping of his heart increased the moment he turned around and saw you in your full glory. god you were beautiful.

❝ i hope he treats you better than i ever could ❞

your soft brown locks were straightened out, curtain bangs to fit your frame. your smiling face mark knew too well on display as you laughed at what the dude next to you had said. mark’s unknown smile he let out after seeing you turned into a frown at the man in your presence.

❝ cause you deserve the world times two ❞

you two first met in your freshman year of college. the mark back then was stoic and lowkey intimidating, having to be on his best and pristine behaviour for the public.

see, mark was your typical rich kid.

his father was the ceo of one of the biggest businesses in korea and once it was his time, mark would be the next in line to carry on his legacy. his parents expected perfection and perfection alone, practically spitting on the fact that mark wanted to work in music instead.

and falling for you definitely wasn’t in his parents list of expectations.

you were the typical broke college girl who only knew student debt and getting drunk every weekend. but your kind and approaching demeanor captured mark’s attention and soon enough his heart.

❝ and our simple sunday afternoons ❞

it was another lazy sunday afternoon at your apartment, the two of you sprawled out on your bed. mark was humming a soft tune that the both of you knew by heart. your face was smushed up against his neck and his arms were holding you tight in an embrace.

who would’ve thought the big scary mark is a softy at heart, you thought chuckling a bit by yourself. the shaking of your laughter poked mark’s curiosity.

“hey~” he pouted. “what’s so funny?” mark whined, all the more fueling your laughter. the boy’s expression remained in a cute pout as you toned down, choking on your spit.

“n-nothing baby don’t worry about it.” you said, laughing a bit.

rolling his eyes, mark reluctantly held you close again grumbling about how childish you were being. you just smiled, taking in the warmth of his body, secretly liking how the boy had a soft spot for you.

❝ i hope he's home for you even though i had to lose you ❞

mark had no clue where things went wrong. one moment you were going to meet mark’s parents for the first time, the next you were running out the door with tears in your eyes. he was at a complete loss.

mark knew it was a somewhat bad idea for you to meet his parents. the last time he brought you up the three of them had a screaming match over you. his parents wanted him to marry someone from the business world, someone of status and money to help build the empire mark would soon inherit as an adult. but mark loved you and only you. you were the only person he could ever even begin to imagine marrying.

but he would’ve never imagined how outright rude his parents would be in the middle of dinner. sure they didn’t like you, but mark thought they loved him enough to try. oh how wrong he was.

“you’re sick.” mark said with tears in his eyes. he helplessly watched as you left through the front door, rightfully upset with what went down at dinner.

“mark dear, you know we only want what’s best for you.” mark’s mom tried to reason, holding onto his arm.

“she’s what is best for me. i love her, don’t you understand that?” his voiced cracked, wanting nothing more than to run after you. pushing his mother away, mark turned to run to you before his father’s voice boomed out.

“don’t you dare go after her lee mark.” he said, mark freezing in his place. “not unless you want me to send you away.” he threatened, and at this point mark knew he was doomed.

❝ for you to find who fills your heart ❞

you were miserable the moment mark broke up with you. it was all so sudden and quick, the reality of what had happened hitting you after he left through your door.

“we really need to talk.” mark said, barging into your apartment.

“yeah we really do.” you replied impatiently, wanting to talk about the last time you two met up. mark hadn’t talked to you after the messy dinner with his parents and that didn’t sit right with you.

“we have to break up y/n.” he said breathlessly, so quiet you almost missed it. almost.

“w-wait what?” you said, not expecting that. “mark?”

he couldn’t meet you eyes, preferring to look at the floor. “i’m sorry.” was the only thing mark said before taking off and leaving you all alone.

❝ even if i’m not the one you choose ❞

all of the laughter and heartbreak mark felt with his time with you all came rushing back to him with just the look of your smile. his y/n, except you weren’t his. giving you one last look mark turned around, only to find you staring back.

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Could you do a Kim Taehyung of BTS where he attempts to help her bake but ends up distracting her?

hi anon !! im super excited because you are actually my first request :D it is finished and posted (here) and i hope you like it!!

THANK YOU BUBS ILY <3

- bee <3

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❝ cloud 9 - k.th ❞

kim taehyung x reader | fluff | 0.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, non-idol au, established relationship au, fluffy fluff fluff lol, mature language/cursing, soft!taehyung, soft!reader, mentions of food, just two peeps in love you know?

SUMMARY | when you’re supposed to be baking, but he’s much more interesting than the task before you.

REQUEST | “Could you do a Kim Taehyung of BTS where he attempts to help her bake but ends up distracting her?” - anon <3

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “cloud 9” by beach bunny! super fluffy mood today bc i got my VERY FIRST REQUEST AHHH!! thank you anon i'm super excited hopefully this is sort of what you wanted? if not IM SORRY FHDSJKFH anyways i love you so so so much :D

“taehyung.” you sternly scolded, the boy in question laughing a bit at your form. you were at least 3 inches shorter than him, your “angry” face looking more like a pout. you had a spatula in your hands ready to smack him even if there was batter on it.

“okay okay i’ll stop.” taehyung laughed a bit, his hands up in surrender. he bit back a mischievous smile as you sighed and faced back to the bowl in front of you on the kitchen counter. tomorrow was gonna be your 3 year anniversary with your boyfriend, and instead of buying a cake you had the bright idea of making one together.

you should’ve known better.

between the two of you, you’ve dropped 5 eggs, about 2 cups of flour, and a hell of a ton of sugar. this was going to be an adventure to clean up later on.

taehyung sneakily poked your sides causing you to jump and almost spill the batter in your hands. you turned to scold the boy before pausing, feeling your heart race. the way he laughed, his soft boxy smile made your heart sutter as the words in your throat died down.

“y-yah kim taehyung.” you tried to reason as the blush forming on your cheeks reddened.

“yah kim y/n.” he fought back, and you could’ve sworn your heart was on the verge of having a heart attack.

❝ but when he loves me i feel like i’m floating ❞

it was an absolute pain to finish up the batter. as every second passed taehyung would do something to distract you, like it was his mission to make you laugh as many times as possible.

“aren’t you supposed to be helping me?” you raised an eyebrow as you carefully placed the finished liquid into two cake pans. the boy mimicked your expression before placing his hand on your waist, his head resting on your shoulders.

“but what fun would that be if we just made the cake?” he whined before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“you’re impossible.” you rolled your eyes with a smile, turning your head to give him a small peck. “now scootch i have to put these pans into the oven.” you demanded. taehyung chuckled a bit into your ear before moving to have your way.

❝ when he calls me pretty i feel like somebody ❞

“you’re pretty.” taehyung bluntly complimented you, the suddenness of it catching you off guard. the two of you (though it was mainly just you) were working on the frosting while the cake baked in the oven.

“w-what?” you asked, your hands stopping in its tracks as you stirred the bowl in your hands.

“i said you’re pretty.” he responded once more before turning back to the cream cheese in his hands.

taehyung has always had a weird way of showing his love and affection for you. whether it be “annoying you” (you actually enjoyed his banters) or bluntly saying things out of the blue, the boy no doubtedly had complete heart eyes for you.

in fact, he didn’t plan to be “distracting” today. it was only because of you.

the way you had your hair up in a make-shift bun to keep the baby hairs away, the pajama set you were wearing which matched his, the glasses on your face showing your determined expression. everything about you made his heart beat a bazillion times faster, which is why he was so childlike today.

sneaking away to the living room, taehyung grabbed his phone from the couch and played some music.

“oh what the-” you jumped, hearing the soft melody of the piano play out of nowhere.

“dance with me.” taehyung said, grabbing one of your hands to place them on his shoulders.

❝ even when we fade eventually to nothing ❞

you laughed at his abrupt request but nonetheless wiped your hands on a towel and complied. you two softly swayed to the music, his hands on your waist and yours on his broad shoulders.

suddenly the busy kitchen you two were in faded into nothing and it was just the two of you against the world. taehyung placed a soft kiss on your temple, savoring the feeling of you in his arms.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered, goosebumps forming on your arms with the gentleness in his voice.

“i love you so much more, taehyung.” you replied with your eyes closed. a small pain on your head was what made you open them in shock.

taehyung lightly swatted your head. “don’t be dumb i love you the most.” he whinned, holding you closer than before (if that was even possible).

❝ you will always be my favorite form of loving ❞

“uh y/n?” taehyung asked after a couple more minutes of dancing.

“yes my love?” you replied, feeling comfy in his arms.

“i hate to ruin the moment but i can smell our cake burning.” he said sheepishly before you stood up straight in shock.

“kim taehyung.” you said, feeling a sense of deja vu hit you.

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❝ slow dancing in the dark ❞ - psj

park jisung x reader | angst, fluff | 1.5k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, angst because duhh, fluffy ending because it’s jisung and i don’t think i could take a sad ending with him, friends to lovers au (my fav as you can tell), high school au, non-idol au, not a lot of dialogue in the first half oops, maybe like one curse word(??), this is gonna be trash so uh skrrt skrrt

SUMMARY | when they’ve both been in love with each other for years, but are too dense to realize it (aka your typical f2l’s trope).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “slow dancing in the dark” by joji as you can tell by the title of this oneshot hehe :P anyways another favorite song of mine! i wanted a happy ending jisung because i see so many sad ending with him fhakldjfh also (i tried to be) super angsty because teenage love and overthinking always gets me in my feels~

you’ve never failed to make jisung’s heart race, even as a kid.

before he met you, jisung was your typical seven year old boy who avoided girls because he thought they had the cooties. he had that weird bowl cut every asian dude had growing up with slinky arms and a skinny frame.

but you? you were beyond ordinary.

your pigtails were held up by hello kitty hair ties, the charms dingling whenever you moved. you had a few front teeth missing, but that didn’t stop you from smiling ear to ear when you first met jisung. the colorful pastel colors you wore all the more attracted him to you.

never has he ever seen such a bright and bubbly girl. all the other girls in the area were like him, avoiding the boys because of their “cooties”. they were stuck up and always thought they were better than him.

but from the moment you two met, you became an exception. the only girl jisung liked being around.

now that you two are seventeen, things have changed a bit. jisung wasn’t up to your ears anymore and he sure as hell doesn’t have a bowl cut. you outgrew your pigtails and have teeth in the front of your mouth. but the biggest change? jisung was in love with you.

well sure he’s always loved you. he loved the way your charms in your hair would jingle whenever you two played hopscotch, he loved how you always tried to put his hair up into a bun with your special hair ties, and he loved just being around you.

but this kind of love? the one he’s feeling now? it was like anything and everything you did made his heart race and his smile come out. so of course hearing you rant about this “really cute guy” who suddenly started talking to you in school made his heart hurt.

you were laying on jisung’s chest, him playing with your hair as the movie in front of you two played in his room. you didn’t know how but you were thankful the boy you were laying on couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

you’ve always been in love with jisung. from the moment you two met you were drawn to his aura, how he lowkey hated you and thought you had a disease. you’ve watched him grow (literally) and become such an amazing person. just the thought of it made your heart swell.

but you knew he didn’t like you. there was no way. not when he seemed so comfortable with the girl that sits in front of him in science.

so you’ve decided you were gonna try and move on from him and look at other boys. you realized how cliche it was, falling in love with your best friend. there was no way it was gonna work anyways, not if jisung didn’t like you back. so you went for one of his friends, sungchan. he’s tall, kinda, charming, and everything you could ever want. but he’s not jisung.

❝ give me reasons we should be complete ❞

jisung didn’t know how to respond when you first mentioned sungchan. he should be happy for you right? you two were just friends and in no way did he have any claim towards you. if you liked him you should go for him, right?

wrong. his hand faltered a bit as he continued to stroke his fingers through your hair, his heart feeling heavy in his chest. suddenly he felt like he wanted to cry, not noticing how half-hearted you sound talking about the boy.

❝ you should be with him, i can’t complete ❞

suddenly his mind went to more sadder things. jisung thought about the height difference between sungchan and him, wishing he was just a little bit taller for you. how cool and handsome sungchan was, no wonder you were falling for him. he’s more athletic and that’s probably why you liked that boy and not him.

prom night. your second to last prom before you and jisung finished high school. you two decided to go together “as friends”, the thoughts of him not wanting to actually be your date dampening your mood at times. but you were here to have fun, whether jisung saw you like that or not.

the two of you were partying, dancing along to the songs being played on the speakers.

“y/n?” a voice called out, causing the both of you to turn. jisung frowned looking at the boy in front of him. there he was, the boy he’s hated for the past two months.

you froze, not knowing why sungchan was in front of you.

“um, hi sungchannie.” you shyly smiled, a little awkward at the random intrusion. jisung knew you felt a little awkward and protectively wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“hey.” jisung replied, trying to act cool. you stifled a laugh at jisung’s sudden mood change before clearing your throat.

“can i talk to you for a bit?” sungchan asked, and jisung could have cried then and there.

❝ you looked at me like I was someone else, oh well ❞

“you like jisung don’t you?” sungchan said, watching as your eyes strayed to the tall brown haired boy you came with. you flushed, getting caught.

“n-no i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you stuttered, denying the obvious. the boy laughed, ruffling your hair a bit.

“don’t stress about it y/n, you don’t look at anyone else the same way you look at jisung. it’s kinda cute.” he smiled, making you a little less tense.

“but he doesn’t like me.” you replied, looking down at the floor as an attempt to not cry. sungchan laughed, not believing what you’ve just said.

“you’re an oblivious one aren’t you?” sungchan muttered under his breath before holding you close, keeping an eye out for the boy watching him like a hawk. “confess to him, i promise you it won’t be bad.” he whispered before pushing you towards jisung.

❝ can’t you see ❞

“so what’d he say?” jisung asked, suddenly becoming serious. he saw the way sungchan pulled you close and his fists tightened in anger. he was the only one who could do that to you. but then he realized, he’s really not.

jisung once again realized that you weren’t his and probably never will be.

“o-or well you don’t have to tell me.” he stuttered aftering noticing how possessive his tone was. she’s not yours she’s not yours, jisung chanted to himself, watching as your face flickered to one of unsureness.

goddammit why can’t you see i’m in love with you, the both of you thought in unison, jisung waiting for your response.

“dance with me.” you said, pulling jisung away to a secluded area knowing what you should do. though you didn’t answer him, who was he to decline such a beautiful lady.

❝ i don’t wanna slow dance, in the dark ❞

it was like that ending scene from twilight, a mini deck covered in fairy lights and flowers. the lights were dimmed down a bit as a soft tune played, your head on jisung’s shoulder as the two of you slowly danced to the song.

you realized that if you told him you loved him, it could ruin everything you two had. but you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret, you knew you couldn’t keep your emotions in the dark.

“what’s on your mind princess?” jisung asked, breaking the silence. he knew how tense you were just from the way you walked back to him after sungchan. and when you didn’t answer his question, well of course jisung was a little worried.

your heart raced at the nickname. he started calling you that after the two of you played kingdom, him being your knight in shining armor while you were his princess. it stuck, jisung liking the way it felt calling you that.

“i don’t wanna pretend anymore, sung.” you sighed, picking your head up from his shoulders. you pushed yourself away slightly, a small space between the two of you as you prepared for heartbreak. the boy gave you a confused look, not understanding what you were trying to get at.

❝ dark ❞

“i’ve always loved you, as a kid and even until now.” you confessed, eyes trained onto the floor. jisung froze.

there was no way you actually felt the same, did you?

“w-well i know you don’t like me back and i know this changes things so much and i’m so sorry-”

jisung’s lips on yours was what shut you up. his hand snaked behind your waist, the other on the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

“shut up will you?” he mumbled into the kiss, finally relishing the feeling of your softness of his. your cherry lip balm was addicting and he couldn’t wait to taste it again.

you had no clue what was going on at all, his lips on yours making your mind go hazy. as you two pulled away to catch your breaths you whispered into the air.

“so does this mean you love me too?”

“are you dumb or do i need to kiss you senseless again?”

“i mean that last option seems good.”

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❝ electric love ❞ - pjs

park jisung x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, too fluffy because it’s my fav genre to write about, kinda strangers to lovers au, idol au, idol!jisung, itzysixthmember!reader, I’M SO SORRY TO MY CURVY AND THOSE TALLER THAN JISUNG READERS y/n is called small and tiny in this fic (i still love you though), mentions hair color but just pretend it’s dyed like lisa’s hair in the hylt era, shy!jisung and shy!reader because y’all are babies who don’t know how to approach someone who you like

SUMMARY | when itzy and nct dream meet on weekly idol, one member of itzy catches a certain maknae’s eye.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “electric love” by borns :P yes it’s a tiktok song but it’s a good tiktok song so bite me >:( i disappeared for a bit so enjoy this trash imagine because i lost the will to write for a bit. also not edited really well i’m sorry for mistakes :(

your palms become sweaty as you nervously sit in the chair, the makeup artist diligently working on your face. wannabe came out about a month ago and the overwhelming popularity and support came flowing through, especially with ryujin’s shoulder part in the beginning.

itzy’s fandom grew and so did the group as a whole, the six of you continuing to learn more about being an idol.

but the one thing you were lacking in was interacting with other idols.

itzy debuted in early 2019 giving you guys a little interaction with others like your brother group, stray kids. but when the whole pandemic hit, causing you all to isolate in quarantine to protect each other, talking to others outside of your company became rare.

you were extremely awkward when it came to other idols. sure, you could talk to fans. you knew how to act and talk to them since that was a part of your training. but talking to idols, another person who wasn’t a fan, was different.

unfortunately for you, on the episode of weekly idol you are about to appear on, another group was going to be present. and of course they just had to be one of your favorite boy groups of all time: nct dream.

you’ve always looked up to nct as a whole, but nct dream has always been your favorite because they were young when the six, originally seven, first debuted. you were twelve when you saw their debut stage. dancing has always been a passion of yours. it made you feel free and alive. music has always been a part of you as well. you taught yourself how to write songs and produce them, even releasing music on soundcloud under an alias.

so ever since you saw nct dream debut, you decided you wanted to be an idol too. three years later and you’re in itzy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. but now that you were going to be in close proximity to the people you’ve looked up to for so long, even talking to them made your head hurt.

ryujin bumped your hip teasingly as the six of you prepared to go on screen, knowing how you felt about nct dream. she was casted during a got7 fansign so when she first met them after her debut, that girl was a statue (though she would never admit it).

“don’t worry y/nnie, i won’t mention your crush on park jisung.” ryujin slyly said before moving to escape your wrath.

“ryu!” you whined, trying to smack her moving body. your face flushed, the heat rushing to your cheeks at the mention of the older boy. though you’ve never said it outloud, you’ve always had a thing for the maknae of nct. how could you not? he’s tall, polite, has a really good voice, and is the main dancer just like you. his style and the way he moved was beyond impressive, causing you to fall for him even more.

the girls found out about your so-called “crush” (quotation marks to make you feel better even though you’re head over heels for him) when you saw nct dream in an award show. yuna saw the way you blushed and how your eyes strayed to the tall then pink haired boy a couple tables away from the six of you. since then they’ve all teased you about it whenever they can, making you whine in embarrassment every time.

you shakily wipe your hands on your outfit, a stylist making a sound of disapproval before you turn to give her a small smile. moving towards a small mirror, you examine how you look with a worried face. your pale blue paper bag jeans were slightly baggy and you cringed knowing you were gonna perform wannabe in those. you adored the flowery top you had on though. it was white with tiny black flowers printed all over, the puff sleeves adding to the look. your hair was slightly curled, the blonde highlights peeking through from your jet black hair.

you let out a worried breath as the management ushered you to hurry. showtime, you thought to yourself as you anticipated for the words “action”.

in the middle of the room was the iconic white stage where weekly idol have always held their episodes. on one side was itzy waiting to enter and on the other was nct dream.

“today is a very special episode for we have two awesome groups joining us today!” one of the hosts exclaimed excitingly, adding on to your nerves. lia sensed your distress and reached to give your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“give it up for the hottest girl group of their generation, itzy!” the other host yelled before the six of you partied onto the stage. each of you had an excited expression on your face as the two hosts continued on before introducing nct dream.

“let’s warmly welcome one of our favorite teams to have on this show, nct dream!”

your heart raced as you saw the six of them walk on stage goofily, trying not to laugh at how awkward jisung looked. as if he sensed your eyes, jisung’s gaze met yours causing you to look away in shock. suddenly the floor became more interesting than the boy you’ve been crushing on for almost a year.

“all in us! hello, we are itzy!” the six of you greeted towards the screen. unknowingly to you, the boy you were caught staring at was looking at you too.

❝ baby you’re like lightning in a bottle ❞

jisung likes to think he’s a simple boy. he doesn’t like breaking the rules and is mostly a good kid. but gosh from the moment you two made eye contact, the brown haired boy was ready to run away then and there. you were pretty. like beyond pretty, and he’s never felt this way before.

sure it was a little creepy and slightly concerning for his image seeing as he currently has heart eyes for you while the cameras are rolling, but jisung couldn’t help himself. that flowery top of yours made you look soft and small, as if he could scoop you up in his arms like a child. jisung knew he was tall but dang, seeing you from afar made him think he was extra tall. the boy chuckled under his breath seeing you wear boots, knowing that gave you an extra boost.

she’s so small, he thought, smiling a bit.

renjun nudged him, noticing the younger was spacing off before following his eyes to a certain member of itzy. the elder smirked a bit as they all did their introductions.

“to the world here is, nct.”

the boy smugly looked at their maknae who was currently blushing at being caught by his hyung for looking at you.

young love, renjun thought before turning his attention back to the hosts.

❝ i can’t let you go now that i got it ❞

“so you guys have two main dancers in itzy right?” one of the hosts asks as the 12 idols sit together on chairs. yeji nodded and spoke up.

“yes it’s me and y/nnie but y/n’s a better dancer than me.” she replied, pointing a shoulder to you. you quickly rebutted and waved your hands in disagreement.

“no way~” you denied, turning red. “yeji unnie is the best.” you replied shyly, an awkward thumbs up to try and back up your claim.

everyone cooed at your shy face. although you were the second youngest in itzy, 4 months older than your maknae, yuna’s much taller than you which made you look like the youngest. because of this everyone, including yuna, tended to child you because you were just so baby.

“weren’t you a part of a highlight reel?” the other host asks you, once again embarrassing you. the girls laughed, the other six boys looked at the host in confusion.

“y/n unnie was apart of bts sunbaenim’s love yourself highlight reel!” yuna exclaimed. although she too was in the highlight reel, yuna always thought you were much cooler because you got selected for your dancing skills.

everyone gasped in surprise (the hosts a bit more fake since they already knew that) at the revelation.

“i was able to dance with j-hope sunbaenim and jimin sunbaenim for that highlight reel.” you responded, smiling a bit at the memory. the boys were beyond shocked knowing this must meant you were good.

“how was it?” a host asks.

you marveled at the thought. “they were such good dancers and really really nice!” you said with a happy expression. “i would definitely love to dance with them again if i were given the opportunity.” the look on your face was clear you loved dancing and loved working with the pair.

“can you show us the dance?” the host asks and just like that you immediately become a shy mess.

“o-oh um i mean yeah i could do that.” you stuttered as chaeryoung softly pushed you off your chair and into the middle of the room. she smirked a bit at your timid form, knowing what she’s doing. from the moment you walked in, the maknae of nct seemed to be head over heels for you and she knew he was the main dancer just like you.

i swear if they don’t end up together after this i’m suing, chaeryoung thought as she looked at the starstruck boy watching you expectantly.

❝ and all i need is to be struck ❞

jisung wasn’t surprised to hear that you were one of the main dancers in itzy but to hear that you worked with bts’s j-hope and jimin? he was beyond impressed and (though he would never admit it) was lowkey really excited to see you dance.

he watched as you timidly walked towards the middle of the stage, calming down your nerves. jisung watched with a faint smile until the music started playing, and just like that he was a goner.

❝ by your electric love ❞

the way you moved, your technique, your facial expressions. everything was mesmerizing. the whole room watched in awe as you danced to the routine you burned into your mind as a trainee, knowing that this was one of your biggest projects ever. in that moment jisung completely fell for you, and everyone in the room except for you knew that.

“and that’s the end of today’s episode of weekly idol!” you all cheered with the hosts, jisung’s heart beating fast knowing he wanted to talk to you after this episode but not knowing how to.

“cut!” the director yelled out, a little excited to know what was to come. they of course noticed jisung’s lovestruck expression and the way your eyes lingered on the boy, and of course they didn’t catch it on camera. knowing you two were young and idols, they didn’t want to ruin what you two might have since they were all rooting for you two.

“if you don’t talk to her i swear i’ll tell her embarrassing stories of you.” donghyuck threatened. just like the others, he too noticed jisung’s attraction to you throughout this whole episode. the boy’s eyes widened in shock, yelping as chenle pushed him towards your way with a small smirk.

“unnie no.” you cried out, beyond terrified as you watched jisung walk towards you. as soon as the episode ended you were pulled away by the girls who quickly explained to you that jisung “had the hots'' for you (ryujin’s words, not yours).

your mind was going at a million miles per hour, heart racing as jisung came closer and cleared his throat.

“h-hi.” he said, his voice never not taking you by surprise. jisung was towering over you, looking down at you nervously.

“h-hello.” you smiled and jisung could’ve sworn he melted just a little.

“get together already!” lia and jaemin yelled out together, making the two of you blush and unconsciously lean closer.

❝ electric love ❞

“wanna hang out sometime soon?” jisung asked, his sudden confidence taking you and him off guard. you bit back a smile before holding your hand out.

“give me your number.” you replied, jisung’s smile he let out making you fall even more for him.

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❝ you’re the one i want ❞ - yji

yang jeongin x reader | fluff | 1.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, high school au, established relationship au (if that’s a thing lol), non-idol au, just your good old going on a date kinda fanfic where you two realize just how in love y’all are, whipped!jeongin, really fluffy, did i mention fluff?

SUMMARY | when your date ends with a giant promise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | another fluff fanfic because that’s my forte and i haven’t written any skz things yet :P hehe the pic is my pfp. anyways jeongin is one of my ults and my bias in skz so this is gonna be fun to write! also i’m doing this right, right? it’s yji? yang jeong in? idk why but for some reason it doesn’t look right to me. also the ending’s trash i’m sorry-

“baby please stay still.” your boyfriend softly scolded as he carefully fixed the bunny hat on your head, one hand keeping the hair out of your face and the other placed carefully on the back of your neck to keep you still.

it was the last couple of days before the start of your guys’s senior year, before things get complicated academically. the august heat burns but you didn’t think twice about it, more excited about the fact that you and jeongin were at seoul land.

your tiny frame bounced up and down, slightly frustrating your boyfriend. he didn’t mind though because you were absolutely adorable in the bunny hat he bought for you. jeongin smiled softly at your excited face reminding him of a kid opening christmas presents.

his hands then went up to fix the froggy headband you chose for him, making sure he didn’t look completely stupid. when you first pointed out the headband, jeongin had a protest at the tip of his tongue. but dang, the way you looked at him had him nodding his head in approval before he said a word.

“are you done yet innie?” you whined, holding onto his arm as he chuckled. jeongin’s free hand goes up to squeeze the paw of your hat, one of the ears going up. his heart never failed to race whenever you two made eye contact. he wholeheartedly believes you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in jeongin’s eighteen years of life.

jeongin smiles at your blushing face before grabbing your hand.

“let’s go loser.” and he drags you to the viking ship on your left.

❝ i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings ❞

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s focused gaze. you guys were taking a little break from rides and instead going around the games and food stands. his tongue poked out as jeongin focused on the target in front of him, fire behind his eyes.

you two were sharing a funnel cake when he noticed your eyes staring at the cute cow stuffed animal. jeongin immediately recognizes it from a kdrama you two watched on your first movie night as a couple. and that’s how you found yourselves standing in front of a water gun stand watching your boyfriend try and win you that stuffed animal.

the man at the running stand laughed quietly at your dumb and in love expression before the ding rang, indicating jeongin won. your boy jumped a little in victory before turning to you with the biggest smile ever.

and that’s when you felt it. that warm and fuzzy in your tummy, the racing in your heart, the automatic smile you gave him back. you and jeongin have been together since the summer before your second year of high school. you watched as he grew from the shy and timid boy to the (slightly more) confident man he is now. you couldn’t believe how you’re already gonna start your senior year with the love of your life.

love.

in that moment when jeongin stuffed the plushie into your hands and gave you a hug, you knew you were completely in love with him. you wanted to marry him someday.

you didn’t care if you two were in your pajamas or dinosaur suits, you just wanted to be his.

❝ uh huh, that’s right, darling you’re the one i want ❞

jeongin’s palms felt sweaty and clamp as you dragged him towards the carousel. your carefree and euphoric expression made his heart double in size as he blinked at you. suddenly the ring in his pocket felt heavy, weighing him down with every step he took.

the start of summer while jeongin was at the mall with his hyungs, a pretty ring caught his eye. it wasn’t anything too big or expensive (which he was thankful for as a broke high school student), but absolutely stunning. the ring had a thin silver band with one medium sized diamond in the middle, tinier ones surrounding the big one.

and before he knew it, jeongin was at the shop paying for a promise ring he was hoping to give to you before school started. there was a matching one he bought on a whim, leaving him more broker than before.

jeongin knew he was in love with you in the middle of your third year in high school when you two had a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest. you won (only because he let you) and from then he only had heart eyes for you.

he’s never felt that comfortable and safe with anyone. being so carefree and home. he was at home with you. so buying you that promise ring was his way of saying he wants to be with you forever.

❝ i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this ❞

you two met at the start of your freshman year when jeongin spilled milk all over your shirt. he was a shy boy so whenever the lunch bell rang, he ran out of the cafeteria like his life depended on it. but one day he wasn’t aware of where he was going and ran right into your timid frame.

suddenly you were met with a cold feeling running down your chest.

the poor boy freaked and apologized faster than you could register what had happened. you were a bubbly kid, though not very social so you didn’t mind what had happened. but for some reason you let yourself be dragged by the stuttered stranger, offering you his hoodie he had in his locker.

his hoodie felt foreign and warm on your body. although he was a stick at fourteen, jeongin was tall. the cloth looked big on your short frame, hands disappeared from the long sleeves. the boy was beyond red looking at you in his clothes. his eyes widened, malfunctioning on why he felt this way.

“i’m really sorry.” he muttered in embarrassment before turning around to leave.

“wait!” you called out, tugging on his wrist. if jeongin didn’t resemble a tomato then, he definitely did now. your hand felt warm around his wrist and the sudden source of heat was all his mind could think about.

“thank you.” you shyly said taking back your hand. you don’t know what has possessed you but suddenly you’re asking what his name was.

“what’s your name? i’m y/n!” you said with a small smile. jeongin’s heart felt like it was about to explode.

❝ uh huh, that’s right darling, you’re the one i want ❞

“come one baby it’s almost dawn let’s go~” you whined a bit, pulling his tall frame towards the line. it was almost sunset and you wanted to go on the ferris wheel as the last thing you two would do for the day before studies filled up your date nights.

well actually, jeongin was the one who suggested going on the ferris wheel to you before you stuck with it in excitement. it was all a part of his master plan to give you that promise ring. he was pretty confident you’d take it, after being together for so long, though of course there’s that small inkling of doubt that you’d reject it and him.

but now that it was almost time, jeongin couldn’t move his legs. he was really about to give you a promise ring.

jeongin laughed to mask his nerves but you knew better.

“awe is my baby afraid of heights?” you joked, no longer pulling his arm but putting your hand in his. “don’t worry, y/nnie is here to protect.” you broke out into a fighting pose which immediately made him laugh at your silliness.

❝ in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams ❞

here you guys were at the top on the ride, the sunset warm on your face. jeongin’s leg was bouncing in nervousness causing the box you were in to shake. you were about to reach out to the boy before he spoke up.

“y/n?” he asked in a small yet serious voice. you couldn’t help but worry.

“yes my love?” you responded back, turning your body to face him on the seats you guys were on. “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird ever since you got on the ferris wheel.”

your mind was racing with possibilities, the worst one sounding the most obvious with the way jeongin seemed so serious. he wasn’t breaking up with you, right?

jeongin took a deep breath before looking into your eyes, the color more beautiful than the sunset behind you.

“i love you so much.” he continued before reaching into his pocket, fumbling a bit with the box the ring came in.

“and i know we’re young and have so much ahead of us. ah you know how much i’m bad with words but, there’s so much we’re unsure of like what’s 25 - 8 or what college we’re going to. but if there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s that you’re my everything.” the boy said, trying not to stumble over his words. his heart was at an unmeasurable rate, one hand on the ring and the other on your own hand. suddenly he took out the ring, a red velvety box which made you gasp in shock.

at this point you were tearing up. so he wasn’t breaking up with you?

“this isn’t anything too big so don’t freak out.” jeongin joked making you chuckle a bit. “but i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” his grip on your hand tightened before letting go, opening the box.

“it’s nothing too big but hopefully this could show you how much you mean to me, y/n. here’s a promise ring because i really want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the ring was beautiful in your eyes. tears fell on onto your cheeks as you looked to your boyfriend. all you could see was genuine love and care.

you caught him in a hug, causing the box to shake again, sobbing into his chest.

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” you chanted into his chest making him laugh.

“don’t cry my love. i still need to put it on you.” jeongin chuckled. you wiped off the salty water before holding out your hand. jeongin slowly took your hand as if it was made of glass before slipping on the ring. it fit perfectly.

❝ oh, you’re the one i want ❞

you put his ring on as well before the box moved indicating that you guys were going back down. before the sight of the pretty sunset escaped your view, you quickly grabbed jeongin’s face to meet yours in a kiss. a kiss to promise that you’d guys would be forever. because yang jeongin is everything you’ve ever wanted.

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❝ bookstore girl ❞ - knj

kim namjoon x reader | angst | 2.2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, falling in love kinda fluff, forbidden love au, bookstore au, idol au, some sad angst because iDoLs cAn’T dAtE (note the sarcasm), sort of a right person wrong time love story, forbidden love type of thing ya know?

SUMMARY | when the only reason he goes to his local bookshop every friday is to see you, the cute girl working at the cashier.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “bookstore girl” by charlie burg. if you haven’t listened to that song before, GO LISTEN TO IT!! it’s one of my favorite songs ever <3 even though the song technically ends with the dude asking the girl out on a date, this is angst so the ending will be different :( anyways let us proceed!

the first time namjoon saw you he happened to stumble upon a bookshop right across his local supermarket. he remembers how excited he was to see one since there weren’t many places to go to read in his area without getting caught.

sure namjoon could always go to the library or something, but being one of the biggest kpop idols in the world meant privacy in places like the library wasn’t guaranteed. so a tiny bookstore like this was a gift sent from heaven (not that he really believes in those things).

the bell jingled as he opened the door, mask, cap, and sunglasses on to hide his identity. he still remembers your soft voice as you called out a small “hello” to him, a little weary with how sketchy he looked.

you awkwardly waved at him as namjoon stood in shock at how gorgeous you were. your hair was in a messy bun allowing him to look at your face in detail, momentarily stunned at your beauty.

he coughed to clear his throat a bit before continuing to walk around the store. he was doing well until he tripped over a pile of books he didn’t see, causing a thud to resonate throughout the whole bookshop.

namjoon remembers the loud gasp you gave out from the counter as you rushed to his side, freaking out and wondering if he was okay. back then he was ultimately embarrassed about it but thinking about it now brings a small smile to his face. the look of concern and absolute care made his heart swell as he silently cursed his luck. he didn’t completely hate it though, since it brought you two closer in the end.

❝ going back just to see if still in the store you’ll be ❞

since then every friday on his off day, namjoon would make a trip to the bookshop across the street from the supermarket to see you.

and to read too-

though he’s careful to keep a low profile and somehow has managed to hide his identity from you, you two still hold a close bond.

there were so many signs telling you to stay away. you didn’t know his name, you didn’t know what he looked like, and you didn’t even have his number. but whenever you saw him walking through the door you couldn’t help but smile knowing he’s here. you really wanted to know more about him but after the first time you asked, you realized you shouldn’t pry and instead be grateful for whatever it is you two have, afraid that if you stick your nose in his business he’d leave forever.

❝ reading only the books that you’d recommend to me ❞

every army knows that namjoon loves reading books and sometimes recommends books for them to read. but what they don’t know is that half of them were originally recommended from you.

it was a clear skied friday afternoon as you worked busily moving some books from shelf to shelf. it wasn’t a busy day, only namjoon and one other person had walked in the store so far. since you didn’t know his name though, you call him bookstore boy to his amusement.

“hey bookstore boy!” you yelled out from the top of the ladder as you rearranged some books. namjoon looked up from the book he was reading, a curious look etched on his face though you couldn’t see it clearly. you silently cooed at his head tilt.

after a while namjoon felt comfortable taking his shades off but still kept his mask and cap (or beanie depending on what he was feeling like) on for some sort of secrecy. he let out a silent breath of relief when you didn’t recognize his eyes or pry him for more answers.

“do you think you can help me out and pass me those books over there?” you grinned, the sun shining through the window pane and put a spotlight on you making namjoon flush a bit.

“y-yeah sure.” he stuttered, getting up from his seat.

“just please be careful.” you sighed. you’ve only known each other for a month and you were already hyper aware of his clumsiness.

namjoon just chuckled in embarrassment before becoming more aware of his surroundings, not wanting to trip on something and somehow hurt you.

but of course his luck wouldn’t allow that. though it wasn’t him who fell, his heavy steps shook the ladder you were on causing you to slip. it all happened so fast and before you knew it you were holding your breath, preparing for the impact. what you didn’t expect was finding yourself in namjoon’s clumsy arms, both of you frozen in shock.

your heart started beating fast as you looked into his eyes.

you couldn’t be falling for bookstore boy, could you?

❝ knowing more than just your name ❞

it was another free friday, the only customer who came in was your favorite.

ever since the day you literally fell into namjoon’s arms, the atmosphere between you two changed. namjoon took a little leap of faith and gave you some sort of name : joonie.

ever since then you’ve been calling him joonie instead of bookstore boy, the name sounding more fit than whatever it was you came up with.

with the courage you’ve been mustering up for the past week, you decided to ask namjoon out on a date. a friend date.

“joonie?” you called out from behind the cashier, hearing his deep voice hum in acknowledgement behind a stack of books, too deep into his novel to really pay attention.

your palms started feeling sweaty and all of a sudden the hem of your sweater was more interesting than the task before you. you silently thanked whoever was up there for having namjoon slightly distracted, which meant less embarrassment for you.

“do you wanna eat take out with me? here? after i close up?” you fumbled a bit with your words, cursing yourself for how dumb you sound.

namjoon immediately froze at your words, the book in his hands suddenly becoming uninteresting. his heart was hammering in his chest as he processed what just happened ten seconds ago.

did you just attempt to ask him out... cutely?

after a few moments of awkward silence (caw caw caw iykyk), you burst into a sputtering mess, apologizing as a feeble attempt to take back what you said.

“or we don’t have too haha i’m sorry let’s just forget-”

“i’d love to.”

and that’s how you found yourselves sitting on the floor of the shop underneath a spare blanket you found in the back, picnic style with the chinese food namjoon insisted on paying for.

the poor man was trying so hard not to spill the soda you secretly ordered behind his back after assuring namjoon not to buy any drinks for you guys. you were doing a (poor) impression of yoda and the giggles couldn’t stop falling from his mouth.

you couldn’t help but smile gingerly at his laughing form. he looked absolutely ethereal, eyes disappearing as he smiled. though you wished you could just rip the mask off his face, you knew your boundaries.

unfortunately, whenever he took a bite, he lifted the bottom of his mask up, continuing to hide his face from you.

that night you learned a lot about each other.

you learned that joonie was a nickname and didn’t really go into detail about why he couldn’t reveal his real name. you didn’t pry.

he told you about his six roommates and their quirks. how one was the total mom, always scolding them about their behavior and surprisingly food. the other was a mood, sleep and work being his only favorite thing in the world. one boy could light up an entire room with his smile. but don’t be fooled, he curses more than he breathes.

one was beyond charming and his duality was scary, to which you responded with a laugh wondering who in the world could be like this. the second to youngest could pass as the baby of the group, a “good boy” as namjoon would put it.

the youngest was a total brat and muscle pig. you almost snorted out the soda when namjoon explained to you the personality of his youngest roommate.

namjoon also talked about himself and how he was called the “god of destruction” in their household to which you didn’t disagree. how he loved books and nature, how he wanted to be a dad.

that night you two became closer, and namjoon couldn’t help but get scared.

❝ it wouldn’t be the same ❞

you didn’t know how things got to this point. tears were streaming down your face as you stood in front of namjoon, not knowing what to do.

an hour ago you two were fine. another unbusy friday, namjoon being the only customer that day. it wasn’t until you slipped and namjoon caught you was where you (think) you messed up. from the moment he walked in you could tell he was a little tense.

the day before, namjoon decided to cut things off with you. it wasn’t because he hated you or your “date” went bad. in fact, namjoon was in love with you. he was in love with the way you bite your lip whenever he does something dumb as an attempt to not laugh. he was in love with the bright look in your eyes whenever you talked about your favorite book. he was in love with everything about you.

but he knew now wasn’t the time, not at the height of his career. he couldn’t do that to his members, not after working this hard to get to where they were now.

dating is a touchy subject for idols. fans can be quite possessive and though namjoon love love loves his army, some people took things too far. being in love and dating you could open a whole can of worms namjoon wasn’t quite ready for.

you slipped on a mini towel you forgot was there as namjoon caught you. it was like in those kdramas where one hand was on your waist and the other on your back. the panicked look in his eyes once again made your heart race and you were surprised you didn’t have a heart attack right then and there. he was just so close.

the fuzzy feeling in your stomach took over and next thing you knew, you were kissing him. his soft lips were like a key and a lock on yours. it felt so right.

but then namjoon pushed you off, not hard enough to make you fall but enough to get you off him.

and things went downhill from there.

“you don’t like me, do you?” you said in a small voice, refusing to look into his eyes. your hands were by your side as you looked down, tears falling down your cheeks.

“no y/n, i love you. but i can’t be with you.” namjoon responded softly before taking off, leaving his hoodie behind.

your body reacted on its own, running after him. you didn’t spare a second thought over the fact you were leaving the bookstore unattended.

“joonie please!” you called out to the running figure ahead of you, your voice cracking at the intensity your words held. mustering all the strength in your body your hands wrapped around his figure, latching onto him like a fish in a net.

you brought your teary face to his back as his body rose up and down, panting. you could hear his sniffles indicating he was crying too. you didn’t know what to do.

what did he mean he can’t be with you? he loves you like he said. if he loves you then he should be with you, right?

“please.” you pleaded, words mumbled a bit from his back. you felt his warm hands engulf yours before he turned you around to wrap you up in a hug. namjoon’s tears kept falling as he forced his face into your hair, the height difference bringing a slight smile to his face.

“i’m so sorry y/n.” he kept repeating into your hair. the boy held you like you were his lifeline and that’s when you knew. you knew this was his last goodbye.

something in your chest burned and the pit of your stomach felt empty as you processed what was about to happen.

suddenly namjoon pulled his mask down and covered your eyes to kiss you for the last time. this one lasted longer, the bittersweetness in it evident.

you felt the love and the pain in it all.

and just like that he was gone, leaving your fairytale behind

❝ remaining fantasy, that’s more romantic to me ❞

namjoon watched bitterly as you laughed at this random dude’s joke, unaware of his watchful eyes. it’s been two years since that incident and he didn’t regret anything more than the moment he let you go. the only thing he was grateful for was the moments you go to make and that he was able to tell you that he loved you.

he didn’t expect to see you. after that day you quit your job and namjoon wasn’t able to find you anywhere. it was like you disappeared for a bit.

but the moment he say your eyes, he knew it was you. his y/n. but his y/n was on another man’s arm, your smile that used to be for his eyes only.

namjoon pushed his sunglasses up before walking past you two, not noticing the way you turned around as if his figure seemed familiar before turning back to your lover.

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