#— ⟡ 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 !

[starswguru]

❝ message in a bottle ; 마크이

𖥻 pairing: college!mark lee x female reader

𖥻 contains: college!au, fluff, slight angst, second chance romance

𖥻 warnings: swearing, marijuana & alcohol consumption / english is not my first language and this is my first work ever on tumblr so i am sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or misspellings

word count — 4.06k

synopsis — you and mark were in a situationship for a few months before things ended poorly when you got too scared of your feelings and he had to leave the country for an exchange program in london. now, six months later, you were at a party with your friends and discovered mark was back in town.

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AND just like that, your whole world stopped spinning for a long and torturous minute. in the blink of an eye, you went from being over-the-moon excited — and slightly intoxicated — with the idea of partying with your friends during the first summer night before heading to your hometown in the next couple of days to being paralyzed, feeling all your blood get drained far away from where it should be in your body. in the blink of an eye, you went from being a happy girl with the arrival of the last member of your friend group to someone terrified with the sight of a ghost from the past. a quick glance, unintended by all means, in mark’s direction was all it took for the memories from that previous year to come flooding back to hit you like a lost train.

“hey, princess,” he said. his cheeks burning in a shade of shameful red, but something stronger than him was preventing his stare from going anywhere else other than your eyes. there was a blunt hanging between his teeth. “how you doing?”

“that’s it, guys; i’m done with this. i’m just gonna change my major or something like that! everything’s going terribly wrong, and i can’t keep torturing myself by studying this shit.”

you dropped your head and rested your forehead on your arm that lay on top of the desk in front of you right as the confession slipped from your lips like a dangerous poison that you should not have taken. it was the first time you’d ever said it out loud to someone else to hear — other than the mischievous voice inside your head — how you truly felt about the english major you were pursuing. the fear of judgment and of being too hasty about this decision was corroding every last bit of your emotional health, and because of it, you could sense that a storm was coming. what if you did change majors and ended up not adapting? how would you find a job, or better yet: how would you support living all by yourself if you couldn’t even pick an undergraduate academic path? time was running out, and the unbearable clock inside your mind wouldn’t give you a break. the tick-tacking of the goddamn thing was going to drive you to insanity at any point soon.

“hey, chill for once, okay? it’s normal to feel like that and to want something new. hell, i know i had to change my major twice before finding out what i actually wanted to do. jae did the same thing. you’re not alone.” jeno offered you a small yet reassuring smile or someone who didn’t quite know what to say but still wanted to see his friend more relaxed.

“exactly! take a deep breath and think things through with an easy heart. if you need help, we’re here to help you." swallowing the last bite of the sandwich he had bought earlier, renjun tapped the notebook in front of him. “how’s that linguistics project going?”

as you raised your head, you shook your head in a negative sign. “i mean, it’s good. too good, actually… and that’s sort of the problem. like, the dude i’m working with is super sweet and really fucking good at this class and so he’s kind of doing the whole thing by himself and dragging me along with it ever since we started. i feel terrible, even if he says it’s all good and stuff, but it is what it is, i guess.”

before either of the guys could express any opinion about what was just said, a guy with freshly cut black hair — it was even possible to see the drawing of a spiderweb on the left side of his undercut —, earphones in and a large yankees shirt approached the desk, more specifically you, and offered a genuine smile that wasn’t common to see between two colleagues who were only working on a school project together at you. the unknown man squatted so he could be at your height and unlocked his ipad’s screen to the word document the two of you were using to write notes together, or at least that was the initial idea because the reality was that mark was doing all of it alone, proudly.

“oh, hi, y/n, you good? just wanted to ask you a quick question… have you taken a look at this topic right here? i know we’re only supposed to work on it in two weeks but i was wondering if maybe you’ve come up with the same conclusion as me.”

feeling a thousand times more embarrassed than if a professor asked you to present a thirty-minute seminar alone in front of the whole class, you felt the tip of your fingers getting cold and a thin droplet of sweat rolling down your temple. “uhm, hey, mark. yeah, about that… look, i didn’t really have a chance to look at that yet, i’m sorry. i can barely manage this week’s assignments, let alone two weeks from now. i- i’ll text you when i read it, okay?”

you didn’t know it at the time — or if you did, you had an enviable ability of discretion — but every single time mark heard his name escape from your heavenly drawn lips, his heart would skip a beat or two and he felt like he was about to combust at any second. it was the first time in his whole life that he had ever felt that way about someone and dealing with feelings of that magnitude was both weird and extraordinary, which meant that the ravenette wasn’t completely aware of how to process them. mark’s solution for his overwhelming thoughts whenever you were around was to take charge of everything he could in that project, to make you feel relaxed about that one particular class. the canadian was terrible at linguistics, for his skills were much more reliable during literature classes: he could interpret and internalize poetry from the eighteenth century like it was nothing, and plays written in latin during the roman empire were of natural understanding for him; and yet, ever since the first day of that semester in which it was requested that both of you joined efforts to build the complicated assignment, it was impossible for mark to not pull all-nighters reading texts and more texts, watching one video class after another that broke down the subject of that class just so he could give his absolute best when the time came to work alongside you and you didn’t find him an idiot, as most people in that university usually did after meeting him for the first time.

mark just wanted to impress you and the last thing he could be worried about was doing all that alone, as long as it meant that he could still have the minimum interaction with you.

“yeah, sure, that’s cool. if you need anything let me know, alright?”

you were still in a state of complete shock. no words would come out of your mouth, making it impossible to answer properly the question directed at you by the boy that a year before was the reason for many sleepless nights and therapy sessions, through no fault of his, which was even worse, because mark was perfect and you hated yourself for how everything ended.

a cold breeze, too cold for a summer night, hit the both of you with enough strength to make you shiver and it was only then that you realized that none of your friends were around anymore. you were alone again with mark for what had felt like a lifetime since he left the country for an exchange program in london and with enough unspoken words to make the whole situation a million times more uncomfortable than it needed to be. what were you supposed to say right now? “oh, hi, mark, long time no see! listen, i’m really sorry for being horrible to you last year, i’ve spent the last six months torturing myself because i only woke up to the fact that i had let the perfect guy for me get away too late to try and fix everything”? you ran your fingers through your hair, knowing that there were no words of your knowledge that could make it easier, that could put together again the pieces of what had once been something magical that the two of them were building.

you couldn’t care less about all those times your therapist tried to be kinder to your heart than you had ever been, or how your friends always tried to distract your mind from the constant haunt of self-collection and, to be honest, didn’t really mind that yes, after all the effort and studying, you had managed to change your major to something you actually enjoyed if the price for it was to drop the perfect crystal piece that was mark’s precious heart. there were no words that could take that back, and going against every piece of advice that was given to you, you had imagined more times than you’d like to admit how this encounter would play out: what you would do, what you would say or not say, how it’d feel… but none of those scenarios inside your mind was anywhere near to the real sensation of being in front of him again.

mark looked taller — or maybe it was just the feeling of missing him crushing your soul and clouding your judgment —, the slim body now gave way to the body of a man who went to the gym and tried to truly take care of his health, his hair that previously used to be as dark as the t-shirts he used to enjoy wearing was now covered in a shade of red so bright that it reminded you of his favorite superhero’s suit. even still, the one thing that caught your attention the most were his eyes. before mark left, before the whole chaos, they were always big and full of life, like those of a curious cub and you could always feel a cozy warmth travel across your body when mark looked at you with such brightness; however, it seemed that ever since the canadian got back in town, they were opaque, closed off to the outer world as if his eyes were now carrying some kind of intense melancholy behind them. the familiar redness in his sclerae, months ago, used to always be accompanied by an excited and smiling version of mark lee, but that night the only thing apparent to you was that lee was holding on to weed like some kind of way to numb the break-up pain.

the redhead had lived a thousand different lives during his exchange: saw and learned things that he knew he would never have achieved if he hadn't accepted the opportunity to go to england and yet, his mind couldn’t recall any of those experiences with the genuine happiness he should’ve felt like any other normal and grateful person would if they were on his shoes; to mark, ever since you left him all alone, he had turned into nothing but an empty shell of what should’ve been the real mark lee. what were his experiences, his learnings, his funny stories if, at any moment, he was allowed to at least call the person he loved and share all of that with her?

“yeah, i guess i’m okay.” you answered, holding back a cry that was stuck in your throat before looking away. “you?”

a shiver went down the english student as he waited for his project partner to arrive at the coffee shop you two had agreed to meet at to finish for good the agonizing linguistics document. it didn’t even seem real that you were finally concluding the most stressful and endless project of your university career until that moment and despite the sweet taste of reaching the finish line, mark had on his lips a bitter one, because he knew that the very instant you pressed “send” on the body of that e-mail to your professor, all of his excuses to talk to you would come to an end. it was only the beginning of november, you should spend at least a few more weeks studying together if said professor were to follow a normal academic calendar like the rest of his fellow colleagues of the department.

mark would only have one last chance of making this work out and that chance was right there and then. anxiety and fear were destroying the boy with more strength than he himself was biting through his nails waiting for you to arrive.

“gosh, mark, i’m so sorry!” you said in a panting tone when you finally managed to get to the coffee shop and met the guy that, by that point, had already become your friend. “the bus took forever to get to the stop i needed and then the subway was also chaotic… anyways, i’m sorry that i’m late.”

the both of you stayed a long time in that coffee shop, not only finishing the assignment but also laughing together and watching a few episodes of modern family on his computer as a way to relax after all the constant flow of negative emotions the both of you were facing during that semester due to not only that particular class but also all the other ones with their enormous reading load. by the time you had indeed finished what you were supposed to do, you were feeling so comfortable in mark’s presence that you didn’t even notice when you heart started to race faster and faster before the mundane things the lee did: the way he smiled from ear to ear, or how kind he was to everyone around him. you were starting to fall in love with how mark explained all the different concepts he used to build his arguments across the paper like someone would explain the most basic things to a child, and you thought it was sweet the way he would say “dude” and “no way” every couple of sentences that fell from his lips. but, above all, unconsciously, the way mark seemed to glow every time he looked at you was ethereal to your eyes.

as soon as you sent the hated file, it started to rain on the outside of the coffee shop, but contrary to the ideal scenario, you couldn’t stay in there just waiting until the climate conditions became more favorable because the two of you had places to be at, on opposite directions. there would be no other alternative but to run to the nearest subway station, or in the brunette’s case, the bus stop.

mark immediately took off his hoodie to shield you as best as he could from the rain, in exchange for you protecting his backpack that contained his computer as if your life depended on it, the moment you two stepped outside the establishment and something of a thunderstorm was taking over the avenue. mark couldn’t help it and ended up laughing at the situation you two had found yourselves in, thinking about how he wished he was a little less broke and had a car to take the girl of his dreams back to her place without having to worry about the rain, or how he wished he was stronger to pick you up and carry you to the subway station and, with that, spare your shoes from coming in contact with the soaked surface of the sidewalk. before you could notice, you were right in front of the stairs that led to the station.

“bye, i think.” you said, giggling along with him while you tried to fix your hair that, despite mark’s hoodie’s protection, still got wet from the rain.

the lee was going to answer you like a decent and proper person, he really was, but in that very moment, a raindrop fell from the marquee above you and somehow managed to hit you right on the forehead, which made you close your eyes, but mark kept his wide open. with an automatic reaction of his body, almost like an involuntary movement that he was incapable of controlling — such as the beats of his accelerated heart — his left hand traveled to your neck while his right thumb was busy drying the solitary raindrop slowly, to give his mind time to analyze every little inch of your face so close to his. mark tried to respond with words to your farewell, but his impulse to kiss you was far stronger than any cohesive phrase that his brain could formulate in that moment.

the literature student, now in his final semester, nodded as he bit his lower lip and those opaque eyes fell to the floor beneath his feet after stepping on the remaining of his blunt. mark didn’t even know why he started that conversation in the first place, it was obvious that it was impossible for him to stand close to you without it affecting some part of him — whether for good or for bad — and even still, there he was, not managing to say a single word to you, nor being able to get closer, just feeding that giant gray and terrifying cloud that grew over both of your heads due to the impasse of what this was and what it should have been.

unlike his mind, that was only able to repeat tirelessly the day he finally built the confidence to kiss you, yours was in a hurricane of terrible memories that involved the brief, yet intense, relationship you two shared — or whatever the hell one could call it. how was it even possible that something that lasted only four months could leave such deep scars?

if mark was trying to hold back a smile remembering how it felt to have your lips on top of his, you were only torturing yourself with the replayed image of mark being crushed in front of you, by no fault other than your own. it was your fault that fear was allowed to consume every single good thing that the lee had ever given you; it was your fault that you’d thought that whole thing was a sick and sadistic joke from the universe and that, in reality, there was no way someone like him could've ever fallen in love with you. in the deepest, darkest, cruelest part of your soul, you were convinced that everything was your fault and not your mind trying to destroy you before something so pure and happy.

you were a sinking ship, navigating towards a port with not a single sight of a lighthouse’s spark to help you, not knowing how to reach the treasure that awaited your arrival because other people had already destroyed the lighthouse. the ability to grope around, trying to find yourself in the darkness you’d placed yourself, was stripped away from you the second you gave in to the bruises that were caused by third parties, and mark knew it wasn't your fault, although it was still difficult to try and be the guide to someone that wouldn't allow them to have access to the heat and light from the fire he tried to offer.

without even realizing it, the silenced cry stuck in your throat for months on end started to escape, not giving you any power to control it. you felt anger, sadness, frustration and you were missing mark… all at the very same time, in an endless swirl triggered by the mere vision of having mark back into your reality.

just like the first time you kissed, the unconscious answer of mark lee’s body to the sound of you crying after such a long time being away from you was to wrap his arms around your body without allowing himself to give too much thought to the action that just took place. if it was even possible, noticing you needing him in any way, shape or form was a true calling for him and it didn't matter how much time could've gone by, the lee couldn't ignore it. to love you and protect you was just as natural as breathing.

between the supplications for your tears to stop and hair strokes, mark then began to feel something that he thought was dead coming back to life inside the hollow box that was his chest. for months now, the redhead just knew that his heart was no longer there. instead, it must've been put inside a bottle and thrown away into the ocean that separated his emotions from his rational mind, as if he wasn't even the owner of his own feelings.

“please, princess, don't cry. i’m begging you.”

the cruelty of your mind wouldn't give you a break for not even a single second ever since the last time you've heart mark’s melodious voice so close to your ear, and the fact that it carried the same heavy tone of request didn't help with your genuine desire to stop your sobbings as your face was pressed against his chest. in that moment, the last thing on your mind were the looks that other people could be directing at the two of you; you could only see the desperation all over the face of the only man you've ever truly loved. he was in such pain that day — the day you told him you didn't want to see him anymore. soon, though, that image was replaced with the memory of the gut-wrenching feeling of chronic emptiness that filled your chest the following week and you came to your senses that you had make a mistake, but that it was also too late: mark was in another country, it was far too late to ask for forgiveness.

“i know you probably hate me right now. i shouldn't have done that, i shouldn't have said that, i was such an idiot, stupid… i'm sorry, mark, i don't know what was going on in my mind to treat like that, i-”

that sobbing wouldn't allow you to form coherent sentences properly and the way you were crying so helplessly was becoming melancholic instead of just sad to the man holding you. if only mark could get into your merciless head just how he would never be able to hate you, not in a million years, not when there was so much love, desire and adoration intrinsic to the image he had of you, then maybe that big gray cloud would disappear forever and the two of you could just live like he hoped for. all mark wanted was to have the privilege of loving you again.

“y/n, look at me” mark held the red and tear wet face of his beloved girl with kindness while his tone of voice was filled with all the firmness the moment could ask for. “for christ’s sake, y/n, i love you. i could never hate you. dude, really, for once just keep your head out of this and focus on what i’m telling you right now. i love you and this whole time i was thinking of you. only you.”

even if he knew you wouldn't answer anything for a few seconds, or maybe even minutes, mark just allowed a sweet smile to appear on his lips while he delighted himself with the feeling of being allowed to hold your face once again, to stroke your cheeks and to place small, delicate kisses all over your beautiful face — which he knew would force your breathing to slow down, giving you the chance to calm down again. the canadian was smelling like the combination of weed and beer, but somehow, your body knew how to identify the familiar and characteristic smell of his cologne; the same smell your searched for and ached for during the coldest nights, when missing him was too overwhelming it almost felt like a hole was being digged up in your chest. that familiarity was the reason for the shy smile that took over your lips, that opened a breach for light and happiness after all those tears while mark traced your lips with his thumb, admiring you like you were some kind of artwork created just for him.

“i was made to stay just like this with you, princess. and i’m not leaving this time.”

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[giuliadesu]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | bang chan

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ fluff, hurt/comfort; mentions of stress, anxiety ⍛ 4.4k w

red lights by bang chan & hyunjin

chan was tired. the rehearsals for the comeback, the stress from the company, the deadlines for the songs creeping up on him… it was  just too much, and he was not sure for how long he would (and could) be able to handle all of this before snapping.

it was late, well past the time they should have been done with dance practices. looking at the sweaty yet delighted faces of his friends, he almost felt bad: happiness and joy should be flowing through his veins, not annoyance and fatigue. despite the thought, he couldn’t help the feelings cruising through his mind. at that point, he wasn’t even paying attention to what the other guys were saying. chan was constantly lost in his own thoughts and he stopped in his tracks only when they passed by one the practice rooms.

it was supposed to be empty, considering the late hour, yet there was music coming out of it — music he knew all too well because he wrote it. 

that was enough to catch his attention, considering his group was the last one to leave the area of the building dedicated to the practice rooms, and all the other dancers that trained with them went home already. chan let his teammates know he’d stop by his studio and that he’d see them tomorrow, then curiously leaned against the glass door that was left ajar.

and what he saw completely captivated him.

red pointe shoes were delicately gliding against the floor, ever so elegant and gentle; strong yet thin legs moved flawlessly, creating a cadenza of life that permeated the room; toned arms accompanied the movement of the body, swimming through air as if it was the only thing they were meant to do.

but when his gaze finally lingered over your face, chan became even more surprised: he knew you. two hours ago you were dancing with them as if there was no tomorrow, giving your all as you always did during practices and rehearsals alike. how could you have so much strength left in you? all the dancers were extremely tired, and rightfully so! the amount of effort they put into training before shows and shootings was no lighter nor different.

yet, right in front of his amazed gaze, you were dancing without a care in the world. your spatial awareness allowed you to move around with your pretty eyes closed, a choreography known by heart and probably practiced thousands of times before.

and in that precise instant, chan knew what was missing from him: what started as the dream of a lifetime, and the once-in-a-lifetime possibility to make a career out of it, now turned into a mindless routine; deadlines piling up, muscles aching for a break — the freedom he longed for seemed so far away.

on a slightly happier note, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you looked, while you gently graced the floor with the elegance of your steps. and seeing you perform your magic on a song he wrote and that was so special and peculiar, made his heart skip a beat.

when the music ended, you collapsed onto yourself as the final step in that intricate pattern of movements, so foreign to the usual style he got accustomed to seeing you dance in. it was only in that moment that he allowed himself to reveal his presence. moving into the room, he clapped his hands, a bright smile spreading along his features.

“wow, hey, that was absolutely beautiful.”

the surprised gasp that left your mouth made him smile even more.

“chan! what are you doing here? you should be resting, today was rough.”

ah, you were always so sweet to them. he liked to think of you as a close friend, especially after all the years spent working together, starting before their debut through all their shows, comebacks and shootings; those choreographies wouldn’t exist without you and your team, after all.

“hey, the same applies to you as well, young lady — it’s not like you worked any less hard.”

the gentle banter went on for a little while, and in the meantime you collected your things and switched your pointe shoes for the baggy pants you usually wore to practice. you were surprised to realize that chan was waiting for you, despite the tiredness evident on his features.

since he seemed to have a soft spot for you, it was not uncommon for his friends to ask for your help with coaxing him into healthier and less stressful habits and, even if today was not the case, your mind was already set on trying to convince him to go back to his apartment instead of his studio at the dorms.

he once told you that he bought a very small apartment with an equally tiny balcony that overlooked the han river and, coincidentally, you lived in the same area, just one street over — clearly, this played in your favor when trying to convince him to leave the jype building for the night.

“ramen by the river?”

one hour later, you were sitting on the banks by the han river, a cup of instant ramen warming your hands. it was not a strange occurrence: more often than not, when either of you needed someone to talk and vent to outside of working hours, this is where it would happen. considering that it was well past one in the morning, both of you decided to simply forego wearing your masks.

the concrete bench was cold from where chan was sitting cross-legged in front of you, yet it was a very grounding sensation — especially if compared to the heat inside the dancing rooms.

“red lights, uh?” 

the blush on your cheeks became evident, and he was careful enough to hide his smirk with the ramen cup.

“sorry, i should’ve asked you if it was okay for me to create a choreography on that… and i shouldn’t have been practicing it at the studio.”

you were fumbling with your hands while trying to keep them hidden in your lap, ramen forgotten by your side along with the konbini wooden chopsticks. brows furrowed, chan gently grabbed your hands — they were so small and cold when in his own palms! his eyes searched for yours while rubbing soothing circles with his thumb over the soft expanse of your skin.

“are you kidding? that was the coolest thing i’ve ever seen!” 

his eyes turned into shining crescent moons, dimples on full display as his lips turned into a joyous smile. the fact that you didn’t retract your hands made him feel better about his actions. for once in his life, he decided to follow the quickened beating of his heart, instead of the cold rationality provided by his brain.

he wanted to experience freedom again, and wanted to do that with you. coming to that conclusion felt surreal, yet so right all at the same time.

with that reckless resolution engraved in his mind, he decided to shoot his shot, while walking you home from your little nocturnal escapade. he bundled you up in his black hoodie, as you forgot yours at the studio, and couldn’t help but notice how you literally melted in the soft fabric.

“so…”

chan’s voice was soft, vowel dragged out more than necessary. when the entrance of your apartment building came into view, he knew it was time. he shoved his hands in the pockets of the black joggers he picked for practice, turning to face you and giving you his full attention.

“would you mind if i danced with you? while you do that breathtaking choreography?”

“what?!”

“you just looked so carefree and beautiful! i’ve never seen someone create something so unique over that song. i want to experience that freedom with you — if you’re okay with that, of course.”

you were absolutely at a loss for words. the bang chan, the man you had the fattest crush on ever since you first met him seven years ago — he gave you his hoodie, called you beautiful and said he wanted to dance with you.

your eyes fell on his right hand. from its place in the pocket, it had now moved over his abdomen; you knew he was nervous, it was some sort of unconscious behavior. just, this time he didn’t need to be, not around you.

with the sweetest smile across your features, you took his hand in your smaller ones, barely emerging from the sleeves of the hoodie.

rising to the tip of your toes, you placed the softest kiss over his cheek, resting your lips on the skin near his mouth for a bit longer compared to what would have been considered appropriate for friends. a gentle whisper was murmured a mere breath apart from him, gazes locking into one another as if that was their sole scope.

“i would love to dance with you, chris.”

chan was smitten. he was absolutely, undeniably, incredibly, atrociously whipped for you.

it was not much of a surprise: he fell for you the second you entered jype together as trainees - him as an idol, you as a dancer. but back then you were both too young, and too focused on trying to make a career out of your dreams to have time to focus on something like romance and love.

then, when he debuted, he quickly became overwhelmed by all the responsibilities he had towards his members and stays. he knew you deserved better, someone who could be with you all the time; that didn’t stop him from composing love songs with you in mind. after all, he spent almost every day with you and your team, so it was not like his feelings ever had a chance of wavering. seeing you grow and dance and becoming the most beautiful version of yourself was enough for him.

or so he thought.

after witnessing you dance on red lights, something just clicked: maybe he was tired, maybe he realised he couldn’t keep writing love songs about you without freely expressing his feelings, maybe he just wanted to know if he had a chance with you.

in the months following that night, chan tried his best to be closer to you, and not only when you had your nightly rendezvous in the studio, no — you had a key to his apartment and he had one to yours. his pantry started filling with your favourite foods and snacks, his wardrobe sported some of your comfy clothes and a basket in his bathroom held your skincare routine and your shower products. he almost cried when he once spent the night at your apartment after a rough day and realised you had done the same for him.

he loved watching you dancing as he played the piano for you. seeing you nap on the couch in his studio after practice, tucked in in one of his hoodies. hearing you ramble as you ate a midnight snack on his balcony, always with a smile on his face as he caressed your calves resting on his lap. knowing he had you in his life and never taking that for granted.

chan felt his heart grow a size too big when he started noticing how much you loved his closest friends: on days when practice ran for longer hours, you would always have a tupperware of peeled peaches with a pinch of sugar for him and felix, and a chicken breast sandwich for changbin. when han was going trough dark days, you’d be next to him, silently yet acting as a grounding presence for the boy. hyunjin and minho knew they could always go to you to talk or have a practice buddy if they wanted to rehearse their choreographies a bit more; seungmin and jeongin tried to rope you in on their schemes and pranks, especially when they were at chan’s expenses.

but, selfishly, what he loved the most was noticing how some of his habits rubbed off on you. sometimes you’d peek into his studio, tapping lightly on his shoulder; by the time he had turned around, he would be met by your arms spread wide and your gentle voice asking “big hug?” with a sweet smile on your face. his lips would automatically turn upside down, dimples on full display for you, as his arms wrapped around you. or when you would close your eyes with a smile when eating something you liked.

chan wasn’t sure how to exactly tackle the topic, so for now he just basked in the comfort you gifted him, never expecting anything in return.

you hated seeing chris crying. it didn’t matter if he was on tour on the other side of the world, or just a street over — whenever you spotted his eyes becoming red, your heart would shrink in pain.

it had been a long day. winter finally arrived, bringing cold days and a foggy weather. chan sent you a message to tell you that he had a meeting with the company and then he would go boxing a bit, so you didn’t have to wait for him at the studio; before going, he didn’t forget to peck your forehead, as he always did.

you couldn’t help but worry a little, when he had to go and have those meetings. something in his behaviour would change, as if he expected to be scolded for something or to have even more limitations forced upon himself — although he would accept them without complaints, so long his friends could keep reaching for their dream. the uneasy feeling you had wouldn’t leave you, so you opted to send him a simple message of a black heart, a gentle reminder you were with him every step of the way.

a couple of hours later, the clock of your phone showed it was almost midnight. chris still hadn’t answered you, and the guys told you that they hadn’t seen him ever since he went for the meeting; even their manager was in the dark of what was happening.

the weather looked like it would start pouring rain any second now, and you didn’t know if you wanted to go the the company and check if by any chance he was still in the studio, or if maybe you should give him a call just to be sure he was alright.

as you were about to leave the comfort of your couch, you felt your phone vibrate with a new notification. it was from chan. “i’ll be over in 10, is that okay?”

it didn’t matter how many times it had happened before, having chris silently crying on your chest was something that destroyed you. he was completely soaked, the downpour caught up to him as he was on his way to your apartment. sitting on the edge of your bathtub, he had his strong arms around your waist, pulling you even closer in between his legs; you gently threaded your fingers through his damp hair, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head — trying in any way to alleviate the pain he was feeling. an eerie silence settled in the room, occasionally broken by his soft sniffles muffled by your (his, if you were to be completely honest) hoodie. after minutes that felt like hours, you moved a little to cup his face between your hands. red, swollen eyes looked at you, tears carving a path over the inhuman amount of foundation they forced him to wear.

“let’s remove your makeup, okay?”

with gentle movements you pressed the cotton pad over his honeyed skin, finally removing all those layers of powder and foundation that covered it. you were even softer around the eyes, considering they were already red from crying. then you lifted his face, bending down a little to place the lightest of kisses at the corner of his lips.

“take a warm shower, i’ll put your spare clothes in the dryer and get started on some hot chocolate.”

at that he hugged you even tighter, before allowing you to leave the room. a couple of minutes later, the sound of dripping water filled the apartment.

regardless of the circumstances, there was always something special in having chris laying on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. hair still damp, he let his hands sneak under your hoodie, so to rest on your soft skin. his breath was tickling your skin, and you pulled him even closer to you when you felt he was ready to speak.

“chan’s room is no more.”

a soft whisper against your pulse.

“apparently i’m not doing enough of what they want, so they’re taking stays away from me… i don’t know what to do anymore.”

that was not what you were expecting. you were furious to say the least, but anger wouldn’t solve anything. your fingers found their rightful place in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. what could you say to make him feel better? you wanted him to smile again, to see him happy.

“it’s not your fault, chris. i know it hurts, but stays are always with you! they’re not gonna let something that is out of your control hinder the love and admiration they hold for you.”

he finally moved his head from his comfort spot, hovering over you. the duvet slipped from his shoulders, revealing the large tank top he used to sleep when at your place. his eyes never left yours, and he just nuzzled into your palms when you cupped his cheeks once again.

“damn, what would i do without you?”

stroking his cheekbones, you just gave him a small yet genuine smile.

“even if the world is coming down, i won’t let you drown. even if you start to lose your hold, i won’t let you go.”

the night was spent cuddling, with chan that finally gathered enough courage to tell you everything that was troubling him. you listened, providing gentle words of comfort and soft kisses over his collarbones. you understood his anguish and the pain he felt when the company decided to take away from him one of the activities he cherished the most; it was a way to keep a connection with the people that made their dream possible, to <make sure they knew they weren’t just numbers on a youtube video or sales for a chart.

rain kept falling well into the wee hours of the morning, a perfect backdrop for the vulnerable side the wonderful man in front of you decided to showcase. his dark hair kept covering his eyes, and you would promptly move them, not wanting to miss those beautiful eyes for even one second.

that night, under the covers of your small bed, something clicked. the thin line separating friendship and love started to fade — and maybe, just maybe, it would allow you both to stop at a red light and reflect on your feelings.

green. going to bed at 5 am after pulling an all-nighter to work on the new album.

red. waking up with you on the couch next to him, cuddled into his side, the night spent doing a studio ghibli marathon.

green. producing, training, practicing — repeat.

red. a dinner in a cozy, family-run restaurant with both teams; everyone was cheerful, and chris was right next to you, feeding you bits from his plate.

green. vocal training, more training, more rehearsals, makeup tests.

red. your tiny hands massaging his sore shoulders after he took a shower, almost falling asleep on your thighs at the pleasant sensation.

green. comeback photos, packing outfits for the upcoming tour, interview after interview, appointment after appointment.

red. dancing with you in the studio, then eating a cup of ramen by the han river — where it all began.

green. loading the van for the trip to the airport, doing last minute checks; you giving felix a small piece of paper, with the promise of handing it to chan on the last day of tour, when the closing piece of the concert will be playing.

red. the last night before leaving for a three-months-long tour, in his studio; singing youtiful together, over an old mock track that had only chan’s vocals on it; looking into each other’s eyes, time stopping.

the last thing chris wanted to do on the last concert of the tour was crying. 

yet there he was, sitting on the floor, youtiful playing in the background, stays singing together. they were not singing, as they had prepared a surprise video to thank all the people who allowed them to reach for their dreams.

it always felt surreal, playing in seoul. after all, it was were everything started, where they met one another, where they found a new family and gave a new meaning to the word brotherhood. and this was not only related to the eight of them, oh no: their managers, your dance team that created all of their choreographies, the staff they saw every day — that counted as family as well, helping and supporting them after all these years.

chan had many reasons for breaking down on stage: the road leading to this comeback and this tour had been bumpy to say the least; they renewed their contracts with jype, and for once the leader in him decided to come out during the talks, bargaining for better conditions and an incredible amount of freedom, from production of their albums to shootings and what they were allowed to say in interviews. he couldn’t believe he did it, and the confirmation arrived just minutes before they were supposed to go on stage, providing them with a new rush of adrenaline and a new significance to this last concert.

then felix came to him, just as the first notes of youtiful started echoing in the arena; he gave him a hug, and gave him the little piece of paper he had safeguarded for the last three months.

“if you are reading this, it means little sunshine succeeded in keeping it safe from prying eyes — yay! youtiful is playing just about now, and you’re probably sitting on the stage, a bit out of the way; i bet your eyes are red and you’re fighting back the tears. let them fall, let them ruin your makeup and show your emotions. even if you’re the leader, you’re allowed to be vulnerable, just like you did that night in my arms. i always loved the differences between stage-chan and normal-chan, although i love both versions of you equally; you are fierce yet vulnerable, flirty yet shy, a perfectionist afraid of mistakes. you’re a beautiful contradiction, you know that? i’m so proud of you. i haven’t seen you in three months (we really need to tackle your very unhealthy work habits — we could’ve facetimed a couple of times!), but i know you’ve been giving it your all, as you always do. take a second to look around you: the kids are either crying or hugging one another, and the stays behind you are singing with smiles on their faces. does it really seem like you disappointed someone? i love you, chris, more than what would be considered appropriate for friends; and every time you perform and show yourself i am reminded why i fell for the cute australian guy that joined jype almost ten years ago. feel proud of that little demon inside of you! be the person you were writing about in youtiful, be the little star that can both shine and blink. okay, this is supposed to be just a little note, but all i’ve written is true! big hug — i’m proud of you and i love you ❤︎”

smiling through tears, a new wave of excitement overcame him. he needed to see you, hug you, kiss you.

an hour later he was in the lobby of jype, waiting for you to pick up the phone, pacing back and forth. one ring, two rings — at the third your voice finally echoed through the speakers.

“chris! sorry, i couldn’t find my phone.”

“i cannot breathe without you being right by my side, i’ll die. so can you please come over closer? hold me tight, right now?”

he knew he was being daring, he knew you might say no or hang up the call; and the amount of time you were taking to answer him was giving him a panic attack. yet, when you finally replied, he could feel the smile in your voice.

“wait for me.”

when he reached home, he just had the time to leave his backpack by the couch before he heard someone timidly knocking on the door. his brain went on autopilot: he swung it open, pulled you into his arms and hugged you as if his life depended on it. three months without hugging you, without hearing your giggles, without sharing his life with you.

“i’m sorry it took me so long to realise it, i’m sorry you had to wait, i’m so sorry-”

his rambling was interrupted by you cupping is cheeks, standing on the tip of your toes, and placing a soft kiss over his lips. then, a whisper against those fluffy clouds.

“it’s okay. if it meant loving you, i would’ve waited until the end of time.”

chan felt like he could cry again. a tsunami of emotions washed over him, and in the spur of the moment he picked you up and spun around, beaming at the sound of your laugh. then he collapsed over his black couch, the one where you spent so many nights cuddling together, your weight over his.

“i love you.”

a peck on your lips.

“i love you so much.”

another peck.

“thank you for dancing into my life with the gentleness of your steps, thank you for being there for me when i was at my worst, thank you for loving me.”

one more kiss and a tighter hug sealed that magic moment. giggles filled the room, as chris felt like a child who was receiving his favourite candy, discovering the amazing sensation of being loved; the soft touch of your fingers through his longer hair acquired a new meaning, you nuzzling into his neck became his favorite thing, holding your hand with fingers intertwined was suddenly his new lockscreen.

red lights became his favourite song, the epitome of his happiness, ready to tackle a new season with you by his side as soon as the red light turned green.

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[okjeno]

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐎

› 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

› 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭; 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨

› 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓.𝟔𝐤

› 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐱/𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚/𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦/𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨/𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐝/𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

› 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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“Hyung, stop putting me on speaker, I’m tired of listening to Jaemin’s fucking whining!”, your husband’s loud voice cuts through the quietness in your shared home, making your ears perk up in anticipation.

You patiently stay seated on the couch, not knowing if he’s even aware of your presence as he bursts into laughter and sends tiny jolts of warmth right into your chest to remind you just how much you‘ve missed him.

It’s been so long; way too long for your personal liking.

However, none of this has come as a surprise to you, because after all, you knew what to expect as his wife.

This is the Lee Jeno you fell in love with in your second year of High School.

Hard working, ambitious, disciplined, organized and always the one to get exactly what he wants and who knows how to get it.

Most of these being actual reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

And at this point you’ve lost count on how many times his attitude and general lifestyle has helped you to get your shit together and become the person you are today. Throughout the years, both of you have constantly been working towards the best versions of yourselves and while Jeno would have done it anyway, you would have probably given up halfway through the journey.

It was him. It’s always been him.

No matter how many times all those dark thoughts and doubts have gotten to you, Jeno was always the one to help you fight them. So many nights spent in each other’s arms, blocking out the world and just focusing on the feeling of complete security and acceptance around you before he built you up again and put you back onto your feet.

The older you get, the worse your states of anxiety have become and although you've been dealing with it a lot better than before, you still struggle to shut it down completely on your own, especially with the fear of losing the one person who never once failed to pull you out of it.

Which is why, you couldn’t help but imagine the worst when people used to warn you of possible changes which might come with being married.

Despite taking notice of your overreaction and your anxiety taking over you again, you still found yourself distancing yourself from your husband.

You developed distance as a self defense mechanism in your youth to avoid any further heartbreak by the opposite party doing it first and even after all these years of being with him, basically knowing him like the back of your hand and trusting him with your whole heart, you still let those doubts and fears get to you.

It’s not like Jeno has changed since the two of you have gotten married almost two years ago. He’s still the loving, caring and incredibly understanding man you fell for all those years ago.

But recently he’s been spending a lot more time at work; leaving early in the morning and coming home way later than usual – you barely get the chance to look at his face in daylight anymore.

And of course, the sudden change in his working pattern turned out to be ideal for your anxiety to feed off of.

Because the less you’re seeing him, the less time he spends at home, the deeper you fall into this dark hole and for the first time in years you can’t get yourself to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

However, you’ve had enough.

You miss your husband, physically and mentally craving his presence, his touch, his words and although it’s taking you every bit of energy and self control, you manage to push those anxious thoughts all the way to the back of your head and keep the focus on the real issue.

By the time you’re done nervously staring at your hands, Jeno has already made his way through the hallway and is still busy listening to Mark on the phone; his ring clad fingers tightly wrapped around a glass of whiskey when he eventually discovers you.

“Baby, you‘re still up”, he says, perfect brows arched in surprise before he lifts a finger to stop you from responding, “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hyung. Have a good one”, your husband quickly ends the call and places his phone on the dinner table before he approaches you with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You inhale shakily, taking in the sight of him after not having the chance to for so long and the longer you look at him, the worse the urge to burst into tears becomes.

“My love”, he whispers softly, a genuine, yet exhausted smile placed on his pretty face as he comes to sit down next to you on the big couch, “you shouldn‘t have stayed up for me, baby, it‘s so late!”, he chuckles gratefully and places one of his big hands on your cheek.

His eyes start roaming your face attentively, the way they always do, to see if he can read your mood through your facial expressions. You move even further into his warm touch, your body so starved, you feel yourself growing aroused from something as simple as the feeling of his thumb caressing your cheek.

Of course it‘s not just that, but also his familiar scent, a mixture of his rather spicy yet comforting cologne and a hint of vanilla, as well as the warmth he‘s radiating most of the time.

Your lids flutter shut when his thumb moves to your chin and down your throat, a couple of his fingers now softly grazing your shoulders which are on full display because of the camisole you are wearing. The cold metal of his rings sends shivers down your spine and at the thought of having one of those pretty hands firmly buried in between your legs, you can‘t help but press your thighs together and let out a soft sigh.

“I missed those pretty sounds”, Jeno whispers, his voice a lot deeper, raspier and more strained than just a moment ago and you can‘t believe how just that tiny change has your pussy clenching even more desperately.

You slowly open your eyes, bottom lip firmly pulled between your teeth and heart almost brutally slamming against your rib cage.

“Is that why you stayed up, pretty one? You want me to fuck you? Have you grown that needy yet?”, your husband chuckles softly, excitement gleaming in his pretty eyes and if it wasn‘t for his words, you would have lost yourself in their familiarity.

“But I can‘t and won‘t blame you because I feel the exact same. It‘s been way too long”, he suddenly whispers, placing his glass on the little table next to the couch before he takes off his expensive watch and gets rid of his tie; his gaze never once leaving your needy one. You know he‘s enjoying the way you‘re practically squirming underneath him, whereas you struggle to care about how desperate you are for him.

“You‘re so quiet, baby, is everything alright?”Jeno says with worry swinging in his tone, eyes focusing the way you are busy pulling on your fingers and basically serving your nervousness on a silver plate.

A deep sigh leaves your lips when you realize that there‘s no point in even trying to hide what‘s bothering you, not when you have a husband as attentive and careful as Lee Jeno.

“I miss you, Jeno”, you whisper and finally get yourself to lift your head and actually look at him, forcing yourself to maintain eye contact despite the thick veil of tears covering your sight.

“Oh, baby, I–”, “It‘s just...you work so much and on your days off you go and spend time with your boys and I can‘t help but feel like you‘re purposely avoiding me, even if you are this sweet to me. I know I don‘t have the right to feel this way because you’re pouring everything into your work and don‘t get me wrong, that‘s one of the reasons I‘m so in love with you, but it‘s been so, so long since we just had a whole day to ourselves. Just the two of us lazing around, watching trashy movies and fucking every now and then, like we used to do”, the words just keep coming, your chest growing lighter and lighter the more you speak and despite the volume of your heart literally thrumming inside your throat, you can‘t help but feel relieved.

Jeno never once stops looking at you, his hands firmly wrapped around yours as he listens to your every word.

“Jeno, we haven‘t had sex in a month”, you say and gulp harshly, “and in the beginning, I didn‘t really care because I know just how exhausting and tiring work is for you. But then I came to visit you in your office and saw the women you were surrounded by and ever since that I can‘t stop myself from thinking that maybe that‘s why you refuse to touch me”, your voice breaks at the end of your sentence, followed by two thick tears streaming down your cheeks and a little sob falling past your lips.

You don‘t want to cry; you weren’t planning on doing so, but the pain and heaviness of not being enough for someone as perfect as Jeno comes crashing down on you a lot faster than you expected it to.

“And that‘s okay!”, you suddenly say and lift your hands up to show him how okay you are with it as you nervously wipe away your tears. “My body has changed a lot ever since we first got together and we‘ve been with each other for so long, I won't ever blame you for actually leaving me to find someone else, seriously”, your words are raw, they‘re everything you‘ve been worrying about but they‘re also nothing but the truth.

Lee Jeno is way out of your league; always has been and always will be.

In all those years you‘ve been with him, he‘s only grown taller, muscles even stronger, face even sharper. Whereas you‘ve been struggling to get to the point where you feel absolutely satisfied with yourself.

Usually you manage to ignore those self-destructive and criticizing thoughts, mostly because Jeno has ever failed to make you feel good about yourself. But in the past few weeks, you haven‘t even had the motivation to put on your favorite lingerie to send your husband some teasing pictures the way you like to. The thought of annoying him or actually turning him off with the sight of yourself hadn‘t left you alone so you opted to hate yourself instead.

“My love…”, Jeno sighs and tilts his head back with a soft sigh before he places his hands on your waist and makes you straddle his lap.

You‘re quick to wrap your arms around his shoulders and push your face into the crook of his neck. This type of intimacy is the one you‘ve been craving the most: holding and being held by him. Slowly, but surely you feel yourself calming down and it doesn‘t take long for your cries to die down.

His warmth, scent, presence and soft touches build the perfect wall of security, comfort and protection you‘ve been trying to create for the past few weeks, yet have failed miserably every single time.

“Thank you for talking to me about this instead of bottling it up even more”, he begins, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations through your chest, “I‘m sorry for making you feel this way. I really am. For me, you’ve always been so perfect and that won’t ever change. To think that you think this way actually breaks my heart and I promise I will try my best to make you feel more loved and appreciated just as I used to.”, Jeno whispers, his hands softly roaming your body and in combination with his warm body so close to yours, you calm down completely.

“It‘s just been really stressful at work and I didn‘t want to burden you with it because I know how much you worry about me. I love my job, after all i get to do what I love and work with my best friends but I‘ve been neglecting you and that was and will always be the one thing I want to avoid, no matter how busy I get”, Jeno‘s words are genuine, they‘re sincere and they‘re everything you wanted to hear.

“I don‘t want you to feel obligated to spend time with me, Jeno”, you reply and tilt your head to the side, your fingers grazing his pretty features softly, enjoying the familiarity of his gaze.

“Obligated? Baby, you‘re my wife. We‘re supposed to be there for each other and I‘ve promised to make you happy no matter what, and you know I always keep my promises”, Jeno replies and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his tight grip on your waist builds the sweetest contrast to it and easily leaves you longing for more.

“It’s been so long, all I‘ve been daydreaming about was you”, he breathes, sending shivers down your spine and with a soft whine, you bury your fingers in his thick hair, “the amount of times I‘ve fucked my fist to the thought of you is embarrassing, but I couldn‘t help it”, you gulp harshly at his lewd words, the mental image of your husband jerking off to you while you had convinced yourself he wasn’t as attracted to you anymore, definitely manages to boost your ego in just the right way..

You feel yourself growing hotter, the temperature in the room almost suffocating you and suddenly the thin camisole feels as heavy as a thick winter coat.

Jeno lets out a soft grunt at the way you start pulling at his hair, his hands now anxiously groping the soft flesh of your thighs as he desperately tries to pull you even closer to his body. He starts littering your neck in open mouthed kisses, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin before he thrusts his hips up and elicits the sweetest moan from your throat just like that.

Usually you would have been embarrassed by the wet patch on your panties, especially because he hasn’t even done anything yet, but this time you can’t get yourself to care; arousal clouding your mind in a way you’ve missed it oh, so much.

“Baby…”, Jeno groans, throwing his head back with a deep moan when you start circling your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, the friction giving your neglected clit just what it needs.

“Feels so good”, you whimper, pulling at his hair even more and losing yourself in the pleasure as soon as your husband meets the movements of your hips with lazy thrusts of his own.

“Look at my slutty little angel girl”, he sighs, his voice even raspier than before and if it wasn’t for the way he’s finally decided to pay some attention to your breasts, you would have lost your mind, “you’re so desperate and needy for my cock, hm? Just because you haven’t gotten your cunt fucked in a hot minute? How pathetic…”, the sound of those dirty words falling past his plump lips have you whining out loud almost shamelessly; after literal weeks of not hearing them, you can’t and won’t even try to deny just how much they get to you.

“Just for you”, you breathe against his mouth, pulling the flesh of his bottom lip into your mouth and sucking at it softly; Jeno rewarding you with a deep grunt as he guides your hips to move your needy cunt over the whole of his clothed cock.

“Of course it’s just for me, baby”, Jeno replies and pushes your camisole over your barely covered ass, kneading the soft flesh harshly before he lands a harsh spank on your left cheek; the beautiful combination of pain and pleasure pushing you even further into the thick haze of lust.

“I own this fucking cunt after all ”, he whispers into your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth, “it’s all mine to use and fuck as I please. Only I get to stuff this tight pussy of yours full of my cum. Am I right, baby?”

You start nodding like crazy, your fingers nervously fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt as the sudden need to feel his skin underneath yours overwhelms you.

“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?”, Jeno suddenly hisses and wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, pulling your attention back to his face within a moment and as if the feeling of his tight grip wasn’t enough, he continues to roll his hips into yours, pushing the tip against your throbbing clit with every single movement.

“Yes, you’re right”, you whisper, your eyes lazily taking in the sigh of your husband’s flushed cheeks and bit swollen lips; his strong gaze fixating you like his life depends on it.

“There we go, good girl”, he smiles and softly pushes you from his lap and the sudden lack of pressure on your clit makes you whimper desperately. In fear of any form of distance, you take the fabric of his dress shirt into your palm, gripping it tightly as you look at him with teary eyes.

“Jeno…”, Jeno looks at you with his brows arched in surprise, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction from you and at the sight of your quivering bottom lip, he can’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“I’m here, baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck your little pussy the whole night and make you cum as much as you want, okay? But I have to take my clothes off first and while I do that, you can prepare that tight cunt of yours for my cock, hm?”, your husband says softly, his hand caressing your naked thigh before he stands up to get himself undressed.

You let out a shaky sigh, your panties already sticking to the wet flesh of your cunt to the point of discomfort and for the first time ever since your first time (with Jeno), you find yourself hesitating to get naked in front of your husband.

After weeks of struggling to like the person in the mirror until you eventually stopped looking at yourself completely, the thought of showing yourself off to the man you are so in love with, seems more than just scary.

And of course, Jeno is quick to notice; almost instantly halting his movements as he watches you fumble with the hem of your camisole.

“You don’t have to take it off, baby”, he says and shrugs off his dress shirt to reveal his strong torso to your hungry eyes, the dark lines of his tattoos building the most beautiful sight in contrast to his pale skin.

“I fucking love your body. Every mark, every scar, every single thing you hate about yourself. You’re perfect to me, my love, please don’t ever forget that”, you gulp harshly, the genuine tone in his voice taking away some of the heaviness on your chest and you feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, “and I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you. But before everything, I want you to feel comfortable with me, okay?”

With a soft sigh and an appreciative smile, you start nodding, a single tear running down your cheek as you enjoy the hungry gaze of your husband roaming your body.

You manage to get a grip of yourself a moment later, pulling your ruined panties down your legs and handing them to Jeno as if it was the most normal thing to do. And for you – it kind of is.

Ever since the two of you had first started getting intimate with each other, Jeno had always asked for your underwear, shamelessly pressing the crotch to his nose to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Come on, pretty girl, you know I won’t fuck you if you don’t prepare yourself first”, Jeno mumbles and fumbles with his belt, staring at you with hooded eyes and an almost devilish smirk on his lips.

A shiver runs down your spine as you pull down the straps of your camisole with shaking fingers, pushing the fabric down until you finally expose your naked chest to your husband’s prying gaze. You watch the way he stops what he’s doing as he waits for you to do what he’s asked you to do and with another shaky inhale, you let your hand wander in between your spread legs.

“You’re afucking mess, pretty one”, Jeno remarks, finally pushing his pants down his thick thighs, “can’t wait to fill that tight pussy up to the brim with my fat cock. You better stretch yourself, baby, Daddy’s not going to go easy on you tonight.”

And as soon as those words leave his lips, you plunge one one of your fingers into your wet hole, a soft moan escaping your throat at the feeling of your digit dragging along your sensitive walls. Only a couple of pumps later, you add another one; your whole body craving the feeling of being filled until you can’t breathe and after having to use your fingers to get yourself off for so long, you can’t wait to finally get what you’ve been wanting so badly.

With almost practiced flicks of your wrist, you manage to hit all the right places as you rub your clit against the palm of your hand, pushing yourself closer to your orgasm and easily blending out the presence of your husband. A row of soft moans leaves you, the feeling of your fingers just slightly grazing that sweet spot deep inside of you has you arching your back desperately.

“Baby”, Jeno’s deep voice pulls you out of your dazing haze of arousal, “I told you to stretch yourself out, not make yourself cum”, he hisses, pulling your fingers out of your clenching core before he holds your hand up for both of you to see the amount of juices covering your digits.

“I’m sorry, Daddy”, you whimper and gulp harshly, trying your best not to press your thighs together when Jeno wraps his tongue around your fingers and starts lapping up your arousal.

“Fuck”, he moans loudly, pushing your legs apart even further before his gaze drops to your glistening cunt, “I want to eat that pretty pussy of yours so badly, baby”, Jeno whispers, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs before he moves one of his hands up to grope your breast, harshly pulling at your perky nipple.

“No!!”, you whine and sit up, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and staring at him with another pout on your lips, “can you please fuck me first? Need you to stuff me with your cock”, you add, moving your hand up to palm his rock hard erection through the fabric of his boxer briefs, of course taking the opportunity to caress the warm skin of his torso.

But instead of replying, Jeno just scoffs, pushing your hands away from his body before he wordlessly makes you lay back down on your back again, his ice cold gaze making you whimper in anticipation. Despite watching him lift his hand, you can’t hold back the loud yelp when he suddenly lands a harsh spank on your cunt, followed by a second and a third one; the delicious sting sending tears into your ears and eliciting a row of high pitched moans from you as the throbbing of your clit intensifies.

“Oh, angel girl”, he groans and – finally – pushes his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, “we both know if it hadn’t been this long, I would have made you ride my face for hours, so you better be grateful Daddy’s just as needy as you tonight…”, you let out a sigh of relief, followed by a gasp when your husband slowly pulls his underwear down his thighs, his thick cock slapping against his abs and almost instantly making you whimper.

“Patience, my love”, Jeno mumbles before he gets comfortable between your legs and then starts teasing your needy clit with the wet tip of his hard length.

“Ready, baby?", he whispers against your lips, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he slowly pushes into you; the slick sounds of your walls taking him in the only thing you hear before Jeno’s loud moan fills your ears.

"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you", he hisses through gritted teeth, giving you the time to adjust to his impressive size, your breath hitching in your throat because of the amount of pleasure rushing through your veins.

"I missed this little cunt so fucking much, baby", your husband mumbles against your cheeks before he starts slowly moving his hips.

"Missed your cock, too", you whine, “so much”, your nails scratch the skin of his broad back when his movements start picking up pace.

His long and sensually slow strokes against the sensitive walls of your cunt give you a hard time focusing on anything else but the sweet anticipation. Jeno hums at your words, his thrusts even deeper than just a second prior and the way he pulls all the way out only to thrust into you with full force, has your head spinning. Your mouth falls open as his harsh pounding elicites loud moans from you with every single thrust and at this point, you're not even trying to keep quiet.

Jeno fucks you hard and fast, edging you multiple times as he brings you close to your orgasm, only to pull away just as you're about to cum. Your pussy starts clenching around his thick cock like crazy, your whole body on fire with sweat dripping down your temples and your own drool coating your chin because of your inability to close your mouth.

“P-Please, Jeno", you whimper hoarsely, your clit throbbing in need every time your husband grazes your sweet spot with the head of his cock.

“A little longer, baby”, he encourages you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your waist tightens with every single one of his movements, “I want you to cum with Daddy, okay? Come on, you got this. I know you do, after all you’re my good girl, right?”, your husband whispers, pulling away to lift your legs up and place them over his shoulders, basically folding you in half.

The pleasure slowly but surely starts crashing down on you in literal waves, suffocating you in the best way possible as you enjoy the feeling of being stuffed so full. Your moans

grow louder, tears start streaming down your cheeks and your juices gushing out of your spasming hole every time Jeno enters you.

“You’re so beautiful like this, baby”, you whine at his words, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your body and pushing you deeper into the sweetest haze of tenderness and pleasure, “I’m so lucky to have an angel as perfect as you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you”, Jeno lets out a row of loud moans when your cunt starts spasming around his cock.

It doesn't take long for the knot In the pit of your stomach to start tightening, the bittersweet feeling of arousal rushing through your body way too intense to not result in a rather quick and intense high. You start clenching around him, your cunt hugging his cock as tight as a damn vice, easily eliciting deep grunts and sinful groans with every single time and the way Jeno is digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your breasts because of it has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"I'm so c-close", you whispers, throwing your head back, harshly pulling at your husband’s thick hair as pleasure is taking up the last bits of your sane mind, "Jeno – fuck – I love your cock so much", you moan, slowly losing yourself in the urgent need to finally reach your much-needed climax but also because you know how much your husband loves being worshipped.

"More, baby", he whimpers into your ear, speeding up the movements of his hips,his thrusts reaching an almost brutal pace, "I'm almost there, I wanna cum with you", he continues and with a soft nod you do as he asks.

"Your cock was made for my cunt. Nobody can fuck me as good as you can", you say, a high pitched moan following your praise, "only you and your big cock can make me feel this way, s-shit, I love you so fucking much.”

It doesn't take another minute of him rubbing firm circles into the sensitive nub as you finally stumble over the edge.

“You've been so good for me, baby, so fucking good. Cum for me,make me proud", Jeno orders and with the words leaving his beautiful lips, you stumble over the edge.

High pitched moans and loud whimpers fill the room as you're trying to handle the waves of pleasure overwhelming your whole body. Your sight blurs for a solid second, the intensity of your orgasm taking your breath away and you feel like you'll pass out.

Jeno’s hungry gazes lingers on you as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You take a deep breath after finally calming down again, your fingers finding his cheek before you look him in the eyes and wrap your hand around his throat. A choked out moan leaves his lips, his hips stuttering as you apply pressure, his gaze never leaving yours and the way he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth makes you clench around him.

"Fuck, I love you so much, baby", he whispers, his voice still strained from the lack of oxygen and you can tell by his sloppy thrusts and soft whines that he's about to reach his high.

"I love you, too. So, so much", you whisper into his open mouth, your lips connecting as you start swallowing his beautiful noises and with one last thrust, Jeno’s whole body tenses up as he coats the inside of your cunt with his cum . And just as usual he pulls out quickly, two thick spurts covering your drenched pussy as well. Your husband throws his head back with a sharp inhale before his gaze shifts back between your legs and he watches his orgasm dribbling out of your tight cunt with excitement and heavy lust sparkling in his eyes and you can't help but smile.

Jeno starts massaging your thighs softly for a couple of minutes, both of you coming down from your high while taking in the sight of one another until your husband gets up and disappears in the guest bathroom.

You watch him come back with a wet washcloth in his hand and messy hair lazily falling into his flawless face, a few single strands falling into his handsome face; making you sigh sleepily because of how good he looks with his flushed cheeks and your marks on the pretty skin of his neck and chest.

Your husband carefully cleans you up and litters your skin in soft kisses as he whispers soft words of gratitude and praise, making it even easier for you to fall in love with him all over again.

After a quick post-sex cuddle session on the couch, Jeno basically forces you to pull through with your night time routine, softly telling you about his day at work as he brushes his teeth and applies his skin care products.

By the time Jeno has his face buried in the crook of your neck again, you’re ready to pass out right then and there; not even struggling a little bit to actually fall asleep for the first time in weeks thanks to your husband.

“Thank you for being by my side, my love”, he whispers against your skin, making you smile softly.

Just as you get yourself to reply with a love confession, Jeno pulls away and looks into your eyes before he whispers: “you’re everything I’ve ever asked for and I won’t ever take you or your presence in my life for granted.”

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𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

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pairing: sunghoon x ex figure skater->idol!fem oc

synopsis: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩, 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐄.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬.

chapter three: it went... great?

the word of a girl group joining the hybe family reached the ears of existing hybe groups. they pondered about the new edition and potential new friendships that could form.

"have you guys hear about a girl group joining hybe?" jungwon turned his screen to the rest of the boys.

niki raised his brow. "no? i swear we live under a rock."

"what are they called?" jay asked, leaning in closer to get a better look at jungwon's screen.

"i think kayo."

"i heard they said we have to greet them or welcome them something like that." jake added.

"that's awkward, let me see the picture." sunghoon grabbed his phone. he fell silent, zooming into the screen.

"what, do you know them?" sunoo asked.

"no. but one of them looks like this girl i used to know." he handed the phone back.

"chaerin, zena, haru, jie, sujin." jungwon read the names off.

"chaerin." sunghoon whispered to himself. he brushed it off thinking the chance of it being her was impossible.

"everyone!" their manager interrupted. "get up and greet your juniors."

"meeting enhypen themselves, wow." haru whispered.

"girl, you sound like a fan. we need to act like colleagues." jie whispered back.

chaerin stayed behind everyone despite being the leader. she didn't want to imagine the horrors of introducing the group to him herself.

"chaerin stop being a baby. you go in first." sujin pulled her forward, but she resisted.

"zena, i think you should go first." chaerin suggested.

"ugh, whatever." haru took the first steps inside the room.

"hello!" they all bowed, chaerin continuing to hide behind everyone.

the girls began introducing themselves individually, making chaerin feel like banging her head against the wall.

"hi, i'm chaerin." unfortunately for her, the girls moved aside, giving her a clear view, and, of course, she found herself directly in front of sunghoon.

she made eye contact with him for a millisecond before her gaze darted to the ground.

"show them around the building, you guys. don't be awkward strangers," their manager requested before leaving them alone.

they awkwardly laughed and stood in silence for ten seconds before heeseung cleared his throat. "shall we start the tour?"

the girls followed behind them, mostly making small talk about their old company building being a closet in comparison.

chaerin watched sunghoon from a distance. although she felt a bit like a creep, it had been so long since she had seen him in person. she observed every aspect that had changed about him. he was no longer the kid she used to skate with. she watched his mannerisms as he walked, noting how he looked for ways to place his arms while casually glancing around the area.

"chaerin, right?" jungwon walked in the back alongside her. "i'm the leader too, jungwon."

she shook his hand and gave him a smile. "of course jungwon. you're famous, you know."

they walked in awkward silence afterward. chaerin struggled to figure out how to strike up a conversation with someone she had never met. even her body tensed up as she became overly conscious of how her actions might be perceived.

"you remind me of sunghoon." jungwon laughed.

"really? why?"

"he acts really awkward with new people. i think you guys would get along. sunghoon, come here!" he called sunghoon over, who was walking alone. he hesitantly walked over to the two, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets. "sunghoon, chaerin. chaerin, sunghoon."

they gave each other stiff half smiles and half hearted bows to each other.

"come on, get to know each other." jungwon pushed them closer before leaving the two alone.

chaerin took in a sharp breath before they continued walking alongside each other. "you don't have to walk with me."

"why wouldn't i want to?" sunghoon asked.

"i don't know? forget i said anything." she wanted to crawl in a hole and die. she didn't expect to be talking to him directly this fast. it felt like she was thrown to the wolves.

"do you not want to walk with me?"

"no! i mean no. that's not what i meant. i just didn't want to make anything awkward for you." she shrugged.

"it's okay." he laughed. "i was just playing."

chaerin let out a sigh of relief. "i was prepared to walk on egg shells."

"so."

"so."

they watched their members ahead of them conversing and looking in different rooms.

i guess we're just gonna ignore the elephant in the room, she though to herself.

heeseung and jie exchanged a quick glance as they observed the pair walking alongside each other. surprisingly, there was little hint of awkwardness in their demeanor. they knew their friends well, and any discomfort would likely be dismissed with a simple clearing of throats before they walked independently. yet, an invisible force seemed to act as a magnetic pull between them. when sunghoon had initially joined her, they stood a couple of feet apart, but now they were nearly brushing shoulders.

"how much you wanna bet they start dating?" jie playfully nudged heeseung.

heeseung was caught off guard by her directness. "oh! does she have a crush on him or something?"

"i had a vision," she deadpanned.

heeseung stared at her, attempting to decipher her expression.

"i'm just playing! loosen up a bit!" she chuckled at his reaction.

later that day, both groups remained in the building but went their separate ways after the welcome tour. some of them exchanged contact information for any future queries, expressing their gratitude to the boys for assisting them in getting adapted to the company.

as the other girls ate together, chaerin chose to explore the surroundings, curious about what she might have missed while lagging behind the group. she discreetly peeked into rooms, attempting not to appear too intrusive, and at some point, even entertained the idea of "accidentally" crossing paths with newjeans during her self-guided tour.

one of the rooms was rather dim, so she assumed it was empty and walked in. you can only imagine her shock when she spotted none other than park sunghoon. he was resting his head on the table, engrossed in his phone.

"god! i'm sorry. i thought no one was in here." chaerin quickly apologized, even offering a slight bow to him.

"it's alright, i was just killing time," he reassured her, patting the chair beside him.

chaerin gave him an inquisitive look, squinting her eyes slightly, before walking over to the empty chair beside him.

"what do you wanna do?" chaerin swiveled the chair to face him. she felt all the uneasiness surrounding being around him again leave her body. if he wasn't going to act weird about, why should she?

he unlocked his phone and showed her what he was watching when she walked in. it was a video of their very last competition together four years ago. they had won gold, as expected. chaerin held that memory dear to her heart, she was touched to see that sunghoon felt the same.

"if i tried that today, i would've dislocated my hip." she laughed.

sunghoon nudged her. "i'm sure you would've landed it easily." 

"these bones don't work like they used to, i'm afraid." she stretched out her arms.

they continued scrolling through old competition footage, reminiscing on the old days.

"you were so adorable omg," chaerin mindlessly commented.

"were?" he raised his brow.

"i mean you're more manly now, so i don't think that's the right word."

"i think handsome is the right word," he dramatically brushed his hair back. 

"yeah okay arrogance," she rolled her eyes.

"i mean you've grown quite, um, pretty." he averted his gaze.

"is park sunghoon calling me pretty?" chaerin poked his side. she played it cool, but in reality it felt like her stomach was on fire. what was more nerve wracking? sunghoon calling her pretty? or him being shy about it.

the two went their separate ways after an hour of banter and a trip down memory lane. they both were quite nervous to meet again, but their worries were put to rest once they actually spoke to each other. as much as chaerin hates to admit it, she's glad that she reconnected with him as if nothing happened. she did harbor resentment towards him, but his warm smile towards her melted her once ice cold heart. 

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𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧/𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝/𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚, 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕? 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎.

𝐘/𝐧: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚠𝚎 mask kimchi stink and other weird smells with cotton balls soaked in vanilla extract, shoved in a shot glass, and pushed to the back of a fridge. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛? 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎.

𝐘/𝐧: 𝙾𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝟹 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝟸 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝟷 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜,𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜.

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧: 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 "𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜"?

𝐘/𝐧: 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚: 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭?

𝐘/𝐧: 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘...

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐘/𝐧:'𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍.'

𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ! You can make this as a story if you what bc I'm not really at writing stories. (@gulnarsultan is this okay? TwT I tried my best)

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x reader #alicent x reader #aegon x reader #baela velaryon

[foreveradora]

♡♡♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭... ♡♡♡

♡ 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬.

♡ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭.

♡ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞.

♡ '𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧' 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐧𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐫.

♡ '𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐯𝐨𝐧𝐚' 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐞𝐠𝐡.

♡ 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲, 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐝𝐬.

♡ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬.

♡ 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬.

♡ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡.

♡ 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐬.

♡ 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

♡♡♡

#manifesting #it girl #affirmation #loa #coquette #law of assumption #affirmations #manifest #manifesting list

[riizebabie444]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 | ☆ !

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#navi.

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aesthetic bios <3

ꗃ | 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 (𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄): (𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬) ([𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲] 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭]) 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: (𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧) 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: (𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧)

✧ | 𝑾𝒉𝒆��� 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 (byf & dni)

ⵌ | 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬: (insert fandoms) text text

☯︎ | 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬: (insert groups) text text

☽ | 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 (mutuals/best friend) ‹𝟹

𝑺𝒐, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

*◛:･ﾟ a new message has arrived ! ➷*❞˖⁺⑅ to: @ stranger who found my profile from: @ (username)

"𝙌ᵘᵒᵗᵉ ⁱⁿ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵗᵉˣᵗ" (𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊, 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘, 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓) (𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘) (𝖐𝖕𝖔𝖕 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖕𝖘) (𝖒𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖘/𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉)

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, (𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆).

➳ (𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆) ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 🌻！ (𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔) ❜ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ (carrd.co) 💌

#stray kids #bio ideas #aesthetic #taste skz #aesthetic fonts

[ssleepiiz]

✾　　　🥞　　⌢. looking 4 server joins ⌢ ✾

scroll down 4 the server link!!

⠀⠀⠀⁾⁾ ⠀⠀⠀⭐️⠀⠀⠀req:

　　❁　　　∿　　try to be active!

⟡　　∿　　tips & tricks to help!　　❜

❀　　◍　　can be staff, fill out an app!　 ， 🧇

➳　 　.　 　♡　 　respectful , unless clear jokes

!! READ ON FOR MORE INFO, ROLES, ETC!!

if you’d like to be a staff member, you must dm me on discord , my tag is ⃟⃞#2772 ! (you can find me in the server as iseul/kaito!) you dont have to be active. as it isn’t necessary, we just want members! there will be gws, game nights, vcs, events, etc! the current server theme is bungou stray dogs , and it probably will change! some of the server embeds / roles don’t work, like reaction roles.. so if you have any tips please let me know!

staff:

if you would like to be staff, please be in the server for a few days, then dm a staff member or me. being staff contains many dangers and responsibilities, like gw funding, server helping, and decors! if you are a deco helper, please do NOT copy other servers especially ones that are NF2U and that you CANNOT TAKE INSPO from. we would not want our server getting blisted + for members, especially if they’re admin in that server getting banned. In our server, there are a set of rules we follow.

- NO NSFW

- NO RACISM OR HOMOPHOBIA

- NO SELF PROMO

- NO LANG/FONTS

if you have any questions, you can dm any other staff member or me, or even open a ticket.

UPLDR/DECO:

if you wanna be an uploader or someone that help with decoration in our server, you must and i’ll say it again NOT copy other servers. we do not want to be getting blisted, and it could ruin many members reputation. If you use other servers for inspo, which they allow it then credit them. for example: if someone reqs for some channel layouts, and you give them from another server, CREDIT the server. Whether you forget to, it will be a warn, and if you get many warns, it could be a demotion/role revoke.

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[starswguru]

❝ castaways ; 명재현

𖥻 pairing: loser!myung jaehyung x female reader

𖥻 contains: rockstar!au, childhood best friends to lovers

𖥻 warnings: inspired by 5sos "try hard" + "heartbreak girl" / english is not my first language so i am sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or misspellings, and i also forgot to proofread so i'm sorry in advance everyone

word count — 2.414

synopsis — you and jaehyun had been friends ever since you could remember, supporting and caring for each other. but little did you know that the boy you saw as the personification of a soulmate found in a friendship, saw you as the most perfect muse for all the songs he had ever written. you didn't know it yet, but jaehyun was doing his absolute best to make you see his true feelings.

🎀

IT was no secret that looking back to your whole life, you’d lived more years being friends with jaehyun than not. it was natural — for the both of you — to share memories, habits, tastes, experiences, or whatever it was with the other; more natural even than doing so with your families. myung had always been there for you and you had always been there for him. always.

however, for a little over two years now, the two of you have not been able to see each other as often as you used to in the past. between you getting into university and him chasing his dream in the music industry, the necessary sacrifices took more from your individual lives than your teenage fantasies could’ve ever predicted when you were in high school.

the weather that afternoon was warmer than the usual autumn days and you couldn’t help but smile thinking that perhaps even nature knew that two halves of the same soul were about to meet again for the first time in eight months or so and was happy that this encounter was going to take place. there was a light breeze running through the city, refreshing the anticipation inside of you and making your hair dance with movements worthy of the highest class of ballet as you opened the heavy dark-wood door before you.

your eyes wandered around the ambience, looking for those large round dark of his you could recognize anywhere, no matter how much time had passed. “sometimes i swear i can see stars reflecting on your eyes, hyun”, you said one time when you were younger right after your first ever heartbreak and your best friend came to your rescue on the parking lot where your former boyfriend left you; jaehyun picked up the tiny broken pieces of your crushed heart only to somehow find a way to glue them back together until you found the strength to heal by yourself, and the musician never asked for anything in return, because that was who he was in the end. it didn’t take long before you smiled from ear to ear at the sight of him.

“hi, jae!” the excitement in your voice was noticeable to anyone close to the table at the almost empty café you were supposed to meet. “you look different. what did you do?”

the boy, at least you thought it was still the same boy you’ve known since childhood, let out a faint laugh as he hugged you tightly against his body, a good amount of centimetres taller than yours. just like he always used to do, jaehyun cupped your face with his right hand — the soft hand, the only one that should touch you, in his mind — and caressed it before messing up your hair while laughing a little more. “you noticed, didn’t ya?”

before you could answer anything properly, your attention was immediately drawn not only to the edge of the brunette’s lips but also to his left ear, and a confused frown took over your face. “is that a lip ring? and you got an industrial! jaehyun, you cut your hair!”

“but do you like it?” he asked raising his eyebrows in a split second before focusing on the menu. the music lover didn’t have the courage to say the real reasons as to why he did all that, at least not at that moment, but the biggest parts of his heart were praying that you enjoyed the modifications to his appearance like his heart was telling him you would, simply because his heart knew you better than his conscious mind did.

“i mean, yeah i do… it makes you look even more of a rockstar now, hyun, you don’t look like the good mama’s boy you always looked like.” with a chuckle, you decided to copy his moves, and turn your gaze back to the menu, even though you already knew what you’d order anyways.

jaehyun opened a smirk but that kind of good humor didn’t reach his dark eyes. he was twenty years old, over fifteen years had passed since the first day he ever saw you before him and the agony of suppressing the deep and unique feelings the musician had towards his best friend had been eating him alive for the majority of those fifteen years; living twenty-four months without having you as close to him as before was the trigger to make the myung open his eyes to the reality he tried to ignore so badly. all he ever wanted was for you to actually pay attention to the lyrics he wrote, to understand that everything you needed to have your heart in a safe and respectful place was to give it to him; ever since he was fourteen years old, jaehyun’s birthday wish when blowing the candles was always the same: for you to love him the same way he loved you. despite the depth and complexity of his feelings, the singer decided to keep it cool for a little longer; the last thing he wanted at that moment was to unconsciously push you away by bombarding you with all the words bottled up inside his heart since the very first day.

“so how’s school?” he asked once the waiter left you two alone after taking your orders. genuine concern and interest filled every word that came out of your best friend’s mouth, as there was no scenario in this world where jaehyun wouldn’t be worried about you.

you shrugged, looking away. “could be better, to be honest. the classes this last semester were three times harder than the previous one… it caught me off-guard.”

the kind-eyed man offered comfort with his speech, which warmed your heart a little bit more: no matter how much time passed or how much jaehyun changed his appearance, he was still the clumsy kid you met at kindergarten and defended from the other mean boys. in an attempt to take your mind off the stress that tool such a heavy tool on you, he playfully asked if at least there was anyone interesting in that fancy university you got yourself into — even though there was also shy and scared anticipation of his part towards your answer, as the thought of you, his muse, his best friend, his soulmate, being in love with someone who didn’t know you nearly as well as he did or that was willing to go the extra mile for you like he was, made his heart sink. even more so when you nodded.

“i mean, yeah… but it’s not going well. at least not like it used to. i haven’t talked to him in over a week or so, since we had this major argument and i needed to catch a break from that behaviour.”

myung watched uneasily when you played with your fingers, trying to escape his gaze. “why didn’t you tell me that, dove?”

“i didn’t want to trouble you with my petty problems, jaehyun. you need to focus on the band and making it out of here.”

when finally your eyes met his dark ones, the musician felt his blood freeze for a second. there was something different in the way you were looking at him, something he wasn’t used to suddenly was making those marvellous eyes of yours look a thousand times more special than normal. myung jaehyun couldn’t tell right there and then — because he was petrified by his own tornado of thoughts and feelings — but your cheeks were burning with a pink shade of embarrassment, only it was because you didn’t really know what to say or do as this was the first time you met your best friend after admitting to yourself that those feelings of care and affection towards him were due to something a lot stronger than just friendship.

“c’mon, y/n… you could never trouble me, dove.” jaehyun chuckled and took your hands between his with such gentleness that your heart began to race faster than any race car. “i’m here for you, okay?”

the following couple of hours went flying by like those leaves in the wind outside the café. your mind was blank and your thoughts, numb, as you tried as hard as you could to not let it show just how confused you were with everything taking over your judgement towards that friendship. you were scared to ruin it and you were terrified of the idea of not having jaehyun around anymore because of something dumb or did or said; but at the same time, much like him although you didn’t know it, your heart ached just from imagining what it would be like if you jumped off that cliff and confessed your feelings.

before you even realised it, the both of you were outside. the hot coffee from before didn’t really do much to keep you from feeling a shiver down your spine as a stronger breeze hit you colder than the ones from before; instead, jaehyun’s embrace felt like a personal fireplace. you couldn’t help but smile with that comparison, but even more so when he asked if would like to see what the studio looked like — with such invitation, the myung hoped it would create a nice setting for him to show you the newest song he wrote. if destiny decided that was the last melody jaehyun were to play to you, then he would do so with an undying smile.

the place was a little dark: deeper shades of brown and grey all around the walls and furniture but the acoustic panels were black and the only form of lighting came either from the computer screens and mixing consoles or from the few led lights on the ceiling above you. it smelled like cigarettes and scented candles in there, but you were too mesmerized by the fact of being in a recording studio for the first time in your life to pay attention to such details. as for jaehyun, he thought the studio was too small, too simple for you to be this enchanted by it, but your excitement brought joy to his heart and it felt like this was heaven for him; you with him in the one place he worked so hard to make his dream come true was what life should be like. this felt natural, and he only prayed that after that night, it would truly be like that forever.

“do you like it, dove?” the brunette asked, biting his lower lip while playing with his ear piercings.

“it’s so cool, hyun! look at all this stuff! what does this button do?” with sparkling eyes, you sat by the mixing consoles and bombarded your friend with a thousand questions per second. laughing, he only shrugged and rested his weight on the headrest above you.

“i don’t really know. taesan knows more about this than i do, i just stick with the guitar.” liar. jaehyun loved to produce as well, but he didn’t want to sound cocky to you so he decided to hold his tongue.

before the boy could say anything to keep you from pressing any buttons you didn’t know what they were for, your finger gently hit one of those and it triggered a recording from the night before. jaehyun had forgotten about it, but before leaving the studio, he didn’t delete the recording of him playing the acoustic guitar and singing the first song he had ever written about you; as the words came out on the speakers, the shame and fear paralyzed him so badly the guitarist couldn’t even stop it from playing anymore. his eyes were closed shut and he didn’t see how a smile took over your lips, that grew with every note because your mind was interpreting the lyrics and you understood what the song was about.

butterflies started a rampage on your stomach and your hands covered your face out of shyness, but the reality was that you felt like the teen version of yourself all over again in a matter of minutes.

“it’s beautiful, jae” you whispered by the time the song ended and you tried as hard as you could not to cry. “tell me about it”

those big, brown eyes you knew like the palm of your hand now stared at you with a feeling you had never seen before. you could feel every breath that escaped your lungs, every beat of your heart pounding against your chest, and every droplet of sweat that ran down your temples like a mustang crossing the grasslands. the entire universe had stopped for that brief moment to watch what would become of these two best friends who were exhausted of hiding their true feelings for one another; with jaehyun’s eyes tracing every little inch of your angel-like face, the repeating recording in the background was nothing compared to the symphony of two unaware hearts colliding into each other. how could you know he felt this way? how come jaehyun never did anything to show you the love prints engraved inside his heart god knew how long? worse than that: why didn’t you see your own feelings before?

“i can’t… i’ve waited too long to say this and now i can’t. i can’t say it with you looking at me like that, dove.” he whispered back and with a trembling hand, touched your face with just his thumb, scared that the roughness on the skin of his hand could scar a perfect face like yours. tears were forming in his eyes as the frustration of being incapable of confessing everything to the love of his life consumed jaehyun on the inside.

“then i’ll say it first: i love you, myung jaehyun.”

caressing his puffy red cheeks, the loving words slipped out of your mouth with such ease it scared you for a quick moment but as you repeated them back to him like a mantra, bringing his face closer to yours every time you did, the weight that had been destroying your shoulders and crushing your heart for the past year was finally gone and all you could think of was how gentle of a soul the boy you fell in love with had.

“i’ve loved you since the very first day, dove… i’ve waited fifteen years to be honoured with the privilege of being the one holding your heart. i swear i won’t ever drop it. your heart is safe with me, your love is safe with me.”

#— ⟡ 𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 ! #— ⟡ 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 ! #— ⟡ 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 ! #myung jaehyun #myung jaehyun x reader #myung jaehyun x y/n #myung jaehyun x you #myung jaehyun fluff #bnd x reader #bnd fluff #bnd #boynextdoor #bnd sfw

[giuliadesu]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | bang chan

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ fluff ⍛ 1.4k

chasing that feeling by tomorrow x together

if it wasn’t for the giddiness you felt bubbling inside you, you wouldn’t have believed in the turn of events the last few days brought.

it was the last day before christmas holiday in the school where you taught english. the day was slowly moving towards a cool yet pleasant evening, with kids scurrying around to bid goodbye to teachers and friends before heading home, and faculty members stopping by a bit longer to chat before the long awaited break.

snow had started to coat the streets of seoul a couple of hours prior to your exit from the premise of the building. a smile crept over your face, as you enjoyed the feeling of the cold flakes gently landing on your skin, making your way to the metro station to head home.

after that, it was a flurry of events: chan had visited your apartment (thanks to the spare key you gave him) and left a small envelope on the console table near the door; it contained train tickets for a small skiing location in the gangwon-do prefecture, along with a tiny note handwritten by him.

“hey pookie! the guys and i have rented a cabin in this small village for the holidays, come join us! and no, we don’t accept a negative answer ♡ i’ll pick you up at the station”

you had just enough time to change into more comfortable clothes, pack a suitcase with warm clothes and your skiing gear, grab the presents for the boys and off you were towards the train station! 

you and chan had a bit of something going on, it was clear to everyone. the fine line between friendship and romance had started to get more and more blurred, with both of you making clear moves and statements that made it obvious you were in love with one another — despite not having confessed yet.

it was easy, considering you were both big on physical affection; hugs, naps together, holding hands whenever, soft kisses placed over cheeks or foreheads, tons and tons of cuddling… the kids were almost exhausted of hearing you say that you were just friends. friends didn’t behave like that and didn’t look at each other like that.

they were just hoping that the amounts of mistletoe hanging around the cabin and the festive atmosphere would give you the final push.

the 25th was a very sunny day, the majority of which was spent outside in the snow — whether skiing, snowboarding or simply chilling together.

then, after dinner, you all gathered on the carpet to exchange gifts, a warm glow coming from the lit fireplace. unsurprisingly, you and chan were sitting one next to the other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, while your hand would occasionally come to rest over his thigh.

while the other kids were busy opening the matching sweaters you’d gotten them (and throwing a tantrum over who wore it better), you took the chance to give chan his very own christmas present.

it was a small box, and just from the outside he realised it must have come from a very expensive jewellery brand. he sent you a glare, to which you replied by sticking out your tongue.

the black ribbon came off together with the lid, revealing the equally dark inside of the package. resting on a velvety cushion was a silver dog tag, engraved on both sides. the first thing chris noticed was how it perfectly matched the style of his chain bracelet. then, the quote on the front caught his attention: together forever, never apart; maybe in distance, but never at heart. the back also had something etched on it — the korean names of his friends.

his eyes shot up to meet yours, and you swore they were almost glossy.

“i don’t even know what to say… it’s just perfect.”

then he lifted you up from the floor and put you on his lap, hugging you tightly. you returned the hug immediately, your arms going around his neck.

“you don’t have to say anything. just know that the sentence speaks the truth and you are so, so loved.”

his grip tightened even more around your mid and you smiled in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. he found himself willing to chase the feeling of your lips, although he knew it was not the moment.

“put it on for me, please?”

later that night (or was it the wee hours of the morning?), well past the time everyone had gone to bed, chan found himself in the kitchen, trying to make a hot chocolate. he regretted not wearing a shirt over the short, grey sweats he used to sleep the second some hot milk droplets landed on his chest.

“you should be more careful when cooking, mister bang.”

he jolted in surprise, and you couldn’t hide the giggles that left your mouth.

he was about to retort, but when he turned around and saw you wearing his very oversized hoodie over your definitely-not-wintery pyjamas, the words died in his throat.

“do you want some hot chocolate?”

the way your eyes lit up pulled a chuckle out of him, and he went to grab a second cup from the shelf. while he had his back turned to you, you went and hugged him from behind, your arms snaking around his waist and resting on his abs.

“thank you for inviting me here. i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun over the holidays.”

one of his hands came over your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, don’t mention it! that’s what… friends are for, right?”

you felt a slight tinge of weariness in his voice, and you couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment in your chest.

“right, friends…”

a relatively comfortable silence fell over the small kitchen of the cabin. while chris finished preparing the beverage, you stayed glued to his back. you could feel his warm skin, the way his muscles moved with every action, the faint sound of a song he was humming.

chocolate now safely poured inside the mugs, the boy turned around.

“wait here a second for me, yeah?”

without even waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter; then he disappeared in the living room, where faint lights from the christmas tree created shadows over the walls.

he came back a few moments later, a small box in his hand. it was very similar to the one you presented him a few hours earlier.

“i know i should’ve given this to you before, but i didn’t want the guys to make fun of me.”

he laughed while coming closer, and you instinctively parted your legs to allow him to stand right in front of you. the dog tag caught on the dim kitchen light. you smiled.

he started humming a tune again, probably to ease the nerves. you recognized it as chasing that feeling by txt.

you couldn’t contain the giddiness bubbling inside you while carefully unpacking the present. the white box contained a bracelet, whose very thin chain matched that of the necklace you’d gifted him, and the small charm dangling from it was of two hands making a pinky promise.

wordlessly, yet with a warm smile across your features, you moved your arm in front of chris, the bracelet in your other hand. while he was hard at work at unclasping it and wrapping it around your wrist, you caught a glimpse of the two words etched on the back.

“… is it a confession?”

“only if you want it to be.”

the smiles on both of your faces were already enough of an answer, yet the moment needed something more.

one of his hands cupped your cheek, while one of yours gently took a hold of the dog tag.

chris stopped one millimetre away from your lips, still giving you the chance to turn down both his confession and the kiss.

“na sungmyeonga, come and kiss me, i just keep on chasing that feeling.”

with a slight tug on the necklace his soft lips landed on yours.

it was a sweet kiss, all smiles and giggles. your hands came over his wrists while both of his were now holding your face.

and boy, did you both chase each other’s feelings with your mutual pining!

the next morning, no one was surprised to find the both of you sleeping on the couch, necklace and bracelet on full display. apparently, the smiles on your faces were enough for everyone to know that you finally belonged to one another.

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pairing: sunghoon x ex figure skater->idol!fem oc

synopsis: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩, 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐄.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬.

chapter five: memory lane

[unknown]

are you up?

[chaerin]

and this is?

[unknown]

sunghoon

any trace of fatigue exited her body. she practically jumped up from her position once she saw who messaged her. she propped herself up on her elbows and laid on her belly, swinging her feet like a little girl.

[chaerin]

hm where'd you get my number?

[sunghoon]

you never changed it

i remember your ringtone was you singing it when you got your first phone

"he remembers that?" she asked herself, dumbfounded. she had always assumed he kind of forgot about her existence once he debuted let alone remember minor details.

[chaerin]

so

what are you up to?

he was typing for quite a while, but the speech bubble disappeared.

[sunghoon]

not much i just can't sleep

[chaerin]

do you have a schedule tomorrow?

chaerin watched the speech bubble again, anticipating his response. insteading of just disappearing, chaerin was met with her reflection paired with a facetime call. she looked back at herself with pure horror. why was he calling her so suddenly?

this must be by accident, right?

either way, she rubbed the tiredness from her eyes and fixed her hair before accepting the call.

"sorry, i was too lazy to type," sunghoon laughed. he was laying on his side, snuggling into his pillow. "but to answer your question, no. we have an off day for once."

"i wish, we have practice really early," chaerin pouted. she couldn't wait until they had their comeback, but the process of getting there was grueling.

"practice is... fun!" he tried his best be enthusiastic, flashing his smile.

"you don't sound so convincing, but i'll try to be optimistic." she responded, her pout turned into a forced grin.

sunghoon turned onto his back, using the facetime screen as a mirror to fix his hair. chaerin only watched quietly, lips slightly parted. she knew he was hot now, but she was at a loss for words.

"chaerin," he sing-songed "you're staring."

"i was actually looking at myself. who knew i'd look this good at this hour." she dramatically posed for the camera.

he gave a side eye "i'll take your word for it."

an awkward silence lingered before sunghoon decided to break it. "do you want to meet up tomorrow after you're done practicing?"

chaerin stroked her chin, "i'll check my schedule" she brought her face out of frame for 5 seconds "okay, i guess i'll see you tomorrow!"

sunghoon shook his head at her foolishness, "okay, goodnight!" he waved.

"goodnight!" she waved back.

once the call disconnected, the smile didn't leave chaerin's lips. she didn't have anything to look forward to tomorrow, but now she did.

“what is this girl smiling about?" jie nudged haru. chaerin was looking rather cheerful on their way to practice at the crack of dawn.

"she was up late too, maybe she's delirious." zena added, chaerin oblivious to their discussion about her mood.

throughout practice they noticed her particularly eager for it to be over and glancing at her phone in the distance. "is it crack?" sujin asked.

"huh?" chaerin had no clue that they had clocked her anticipation.

"crack. are you on crack?" haru deadpanned.

"i wish i was. it would probably help me get through this," she plopped on the couch to check her phone.

[sunghoon]

i got us some milkshakes

when will you be finished up

the moment she read his message, their dance instructor announced that practice was over for the day. chaerin quickly told the girls not to wait up and that she wasn't going home with them. they were all confused, but tired enough to let it slide.

[chaerin]

im done now

where are you?

[sunghoon]

look behind you...

[chaerin]

creepy...

sure enough, sunghoon was a few feet behind her holding up two vanilla milk shakes, smiling.

"how long were you standing there?" she side eyed him, grabbing the milkshake.

"i just got here, i just wanted to say that." he began walking away from her.

she speed walked to catch up to him "so, what do you want to do?"

"i have an idea of what i want to do, but my manager has to get back to me on it" his phone began buzzing in his pocket "that's probably him."

chaerin waited around, looking out the window while he took the call. she sipped on the milkshake wondering if he remembered that it was her favorite treat after practice.

"okay, my plan is happening. come on" he didn't let her ask any questions, so she silently followed him.

"the garage?" chaerin asked.

"well isn't that where cars are?" sunghoon asked in a mocking tone.

"where are you taking me?" chaerin crossed her arms, still following his lead.

"i told you no questions ten questions ago." he opened the door to a van for her. his manager was in the driver's seat waiting for them.

"it better be good. i don't like surprises." chaerin stared out the window of the van. the entire ride, she concocted multiple outcomes in her mind. sunghoon laughed at her impatience which only made her more impatient.

once they arrived at their destination, chaerin recognized that building from anywhere. sunghoon looked back to see her reaction. she looked back at him wide eyed. it was the ice skating rink she had first learned to ice skate as a child. sunghoon remembered her mention this to him when they drove by it to get to a competition.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" she ran to the entrance like a child. sunghoon's manager had rented it out for them for the entire afternoon.

chaerin strolled around the building reminiscing on her childhood memories there. at first, she was terrified of the idea of ice skating, but this is where she fell in love with it.

"sunghoon, come here!" she pointed at a wooden bench. she carved her name into it when she was ten years old. she spent a lot of time here, evidence of her presence scattered all over the place.

she noticed he didn't walk over, but was staring at a photo. so she went over to see what he was looking at.

he smiled down at her and pointed up at the photo. she was around six years old, her two front teeth missing from her wide smile. "cute!"

"let's skate already!" she pulled his arm towards the rink.

chaerin was a little rusty, so she kept coming close to falling. "hey. its not funny!" sunghoon could barely get out a "sorry" in his fit of laughter.

once she got her balance back, the two challenged each other to their old tricks the rest of their time there. one upping one another just like old times.

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