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tbznewberry · 8 months

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The boyz become human — part 2

Part 1

The androids have been put to work, but they can't seem to forget you. And one dark, Friday night, they finally find you again.

Genre: yandere, sci-fi, Detroit become human AU

Warnings: strip club, uncomfortable atmosphere, drunken men, fighting, spelling mistakes

Kevin looks at the little girl in front of him. She’s hugging her worn out teddy bear tightly as she sobs, wearing a pink jacket. Her mom is a few meters away with Jacob, Sangyeon and Haknyeon, drunk and high as a kite while leaning on a brick wall with a pink LED sign above her. What kind of mother brings her five year old daughter to the strip club?

Kevin sinks down in front of the little girl with a charming smile.

“Hi, friend”, he says and pokes the fluffy teddy bear. “What’s your name?”

“Louise.”

“I’m Kevin.” He looks at the thing in her hands. “What a cute little bear you have. What’s its name?”

“Bearie.”

Kevin tilts his head. “What a cute name.”

“He is my best friend.”

“Do you see the guys over there?”

The little girl looks where Kevin points and nods.

“Those are my best friends”, he says.

The little girl's big doe eyes watch him carefully. He can’t understand why. Is he scaring her? He’s doing everything to win her over. He’s doing everything he’s been programmed and taught to do. He scans her. She’s scared, confused and interested.

“Are you an android?” she asks.

“I am”, he answers.

“Mommy says androids are bad … they take her job.”

“I’m a nice android. I’m here to help you.” He grows quiet. “Can I hug you? You seem like you need a hug.”

The girl nods carefully. Kevin places his arms around her and lifts her up. She puts her small arms around his neck in response. He starts to walk away from the others with his mission sounding in his head: take the little girl to the police station.

“Where are we going?” the little girl whispers.

“We are going somewhere warm so you won’t freeze”, Kevin answers.

He can’t feel the cold, but she can. Along with the scan of her feelings, he also saw her body temperature. Minute by minute it drops and if they stay out here in this cold any longer, he’ll fail his mission. His body is heated like always and he relies on it to keep her warm for now.

“Mommy!” the little girl shouts, but her mother doesn’t react or respond. “I want to go to mommy!”

Kevin’s brain stops. Should he lie or tell her the truth? After this, her mother won’t ever have custody over this poor little girl again, but he can’t tell her that, can he? That’d be cruel. But he shouldn’t lie. He’s programmed to have morality.

“She’ll come too”, he says. “We’ll go first. You have to warm up.”

He sits down in the backseat of the automatic car and it starts to drive. He holds the little girl in his lap, keeping her close enough to warm her up.

“Look out the window, can you count the streetlights for me?” he says, pointing out the window.

“I can count to twenty”, she says proudly.

“You can? What a good little girl you are!”

“How high can you count?”

“Not as high as you!”

Of course he can. He can count infinitives, but his duty comes before bragging. He has to bond with the little girl.

She eventually falls asleep on him in the car. Kevin turns to look out the window until they reach the police station. His human colleagues are in their office, talking to each other when he enters with the girl in his arms.

“Here’s the kid”, he says. “Louise.”

“Where’s her mom?” one of the humans asks.

“She’s with the others. I brought the kid here.”

“Stay with her until we’ve come up with what we should do.”

A new mission.

“Understood”, Kevin says and sits down in an armchair with Louise in his arms.

She sleeps soundly, hugging the teddy bear. He sits there for two hours before the others come with the mother in tow.

“Then it’s done”, the human male says, taking Louise. “We don’t need you anymore today. You can go charge.”

“And the girl?” Kevin asks. “What’ll happen to her?”

“She’ll get placed in a foster home and a nice family will probably adopt her.”

“Probably? Aren’t you sure?”

“You can never be sure.”

“What if no one adopts her?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your job. Go charge now.”

The man leaves. Kevin gives the sleeping five year old one last gaze before reuniting with his friends.

——♤——

A protest against androids is occurring on the town’s square and the police send the eleven androids. They can’t understand why. Won't this only upset them more?

They reach the square and see how people with big signs are yelling in a choir. They're dressed in thick jackets with hats and gloves. The androids all around them are dressed in their workers suits. All androids are categorized and can be identified based on their outfit. Like the eleven androids, they're wearing gray suits.

"Leave!" a woman shouts at the androids that just came to the protest.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but we can't", Sangyeon says. "We're sent by the police. We're obligated to be here to make sure nothing happens."

"Oh, fuck off!" the leader yells into a megaphone. "No one wants you here!"

"We're not going to stop your protest", Changmin says, holding his hand in front of him to show that he’s not a threat. "We're here to make sure that no one gets hurt. We'll just watch."

"If you don't hurt us, we won't hurt you", Sunwoo says. “Fair?”

The man with the megaphone scoffs and goes back to yelling about how androids are stealing real humans' jobs, how they're untrustworthy and that they're too expensive to produce. That the money should be given to humans in need instead. Kevin remembers the little girl. People like her could need some money.

They stand around, watching.

After a while, something catches Juyeon’s eyes. He recognizes that beige coat. Y/N? Juyeon moves his head to the side to see the face before she disappears. It is Y/N! She's carrying shopping bags and walks towards the bus stop. Juyeon stares at her before putting his hand on Younghoon’s shoulder and moves his head. They both look at Y/N without saying anything, but they know that both of them want to walk over to her. She shouldn't be walking all alone like she's doing in this hateful world and those bags look awfully heavy. She hasn't seen any of them, but they wish she would have. They can't go against their mission, they're programmed to follow orders. But if she could come over here … then they could talk! He wants to leave. He wants to go over to Y/N and bring her home safely, carrying the shopping bags for her.

But he can't.

He scans her to make sure she's alright at least. If she isn't, he'll have to try to break his programming somehow. She's calm, neutral.

"These dirty scams are separating families!"

Juyeon looks back at the man. He has pulled up an article about their rescue mission last week on a holographic ipad. About the drug addicted mom and that five year old daughter.

"We saved that little girl", Kevin says. "Her mother wasn't suitable."

The humans refuse to listen. The androids want to leave, they don't want to be standing here and listening to these airheads complaining about their people right in front of them. But they can't. They can't break the invisible wall.

——♤——

A friday night. Something is bound to happen. They wait in the police station, sitting down on chairs, staring in front of them.

“Hey”, a male coworker says as he walks over to them. “There’s a fight at a concert … a few drunk men. You need to go there.” He shows the coordinates on his holographic ipad. “Go.”

The eleven androids stand up and make their way out to the cars. Drunk, fighting men is not unusual.

When they reach the concert hall, they can see that the fight is occurring outside. They hurry over to the group, separating them.

“Hey, guys, this is not how we should be spending a friday night”, Jaehyun says and grabs one of their arms.

“Fuck off!” the one he holds growls, trying to rip it from him to no avail. “Let me go, asshole!”

“No, I can’t. Do you have children, sir?”

“Why the fuck od you care?”

“To succeed with my mission, that information can be vital.”

“God, fine. Yes … yes, I have. Why do you care?”

“Do you think your kids would want to see their father come home all bloody, knowing what he’s done? I can tell that you are angry. Imagine if you accidentally kill one of these men you’re fightingg. You’ll never see your children again. And they’ll resent you.”

Chanhee and some of the others start checking up on girlfriends to the ones involved. The ones that had to watch something so unpleasant. His eyes wander around after more people that seem affected. A woman stands by the wall, wearing a brown shirt and blue jeans. She hugs herself, crying. Chanhee can tell who it is right away.

New mission.

“Y/N?” he asks, running over.

He scans her quickly, finding fear, disgust and stress. She’s cold and tired.

The woman looks up, meeting Chanhee’s eyes. The LED on his temple quickly flashes to yellow before going back to blue. Why is she crying? What has happened? He places his hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” he asks gently.

She wipes her tears.

“My stupid friend asked me to join him … that he had an extra ticket to whoever is playing tonight!” she sniffles. “And now he’s fighting with some strangers he’ll never see again … and he ruined the night for both of us.”

“It’s okay”, Chanhee whispers and hugs her in the only way they’ll ever hug her. Protectively. “Don’t cry. You’re not hurt.”

“Not physically”, she sniffles. “But I don’t know if I want to be his friend anymore.”

Chanhee follows her eyes to the bloody man in Jacob’s hold.

“Good”, he says shortly and glances down at her tear stained cheeks. “I’ll take you home. You shouldn’t be here. You’re freezing and you’re tired.”

He removes his gray blazer, placing it around her shoulders.

“N-No, you need that”, Y/N says and is about to remove it, but he stops her.

“For what? Stylish purposes? I don’t feel the cold. You’re shivering.”

“I’m okay, Chanhee. My jacket is somewhere indoors-”

“I don’t find it safe for you to walk inside again. You should be taken home.” He fixes the blazer to make sure it’ll keep her warm.

“Before we go, I need to get my friend …”

“No, you don’t. He’s going to the police station. He’s a threat for you after what he’s done tonight. He’s still very aggressive, see? He’s fighting with Jacob and Sunwoo.”

“I hope he doesn’t hurt them.”

“He won’t, don’t worry.” Chanhee places his arm around her shoulder. “Come on now, let's get you home.”

He walks with her to one of the automatic cars and helps her get into the front seat. She sighs out before telling her address. Chanhee looks at her the entire car ride, knowing that he’ll have to leave her soon. She’s tired, he can tell. That friend shouldn’t have dragged her out to that concert on a friday night.

“Is your life good?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah … it’s good”, Y/N says. “I’m working and sleeping.”

“Eating?”

“Yeah, I cook.”

“Your health and safety is my number one concern.”

“Why?”

“You’re our creator. We have to make sure you’re alright.”

“What are you going to do after you drop me off?”

“I’ll continue my mission.”

“What’s your mission?”

“Right now it’s to get you home safely. But actually, it’s to stop the fight. I’ll go back there after I’m done.”

Y/N nods carefully.

“Are you happy with your job?” she asks after a while with her gaze down at her fingers. “Is it fun?”

“Fun?” he asks. “I don’t understand what you mean, but it’s my duty. I’ll do it.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything, but she’s visibly thinking. She dozes off for a few seconds before waking herself up and apologizing.

“You don’t have to apologize”, Chanhee says. “Sleep. I’ll protect you.”

She gives him a careful gaze before shutting her eyes. He watches her minute after minute, not looking away for even a second. They’ll be separated soon, he has to take in every detail, every flaw and perfection, every little piece of her.

When the car stops, he finds himself not wanting to wake her up. She’s sleeping so soundly, waking her up will be cruel. He could just carry her …

Carefully, he walks out of the car, around it and opens her door. Slowly, he places his arms under her and picks her up, carrying her over to the front door of the villah. She looks so small and fragile in his arms, wearing his blazer on top of that. He doesn’t want to leave. She needs him there to protect her.

He starts looking through her small bag before finding her keys. With her in his arms, he unlocks it and walks inside. It's dimly lit.

"Welcome home, Y/N", a voice says.

A female android walks into the hall. A housekeeper.

"Y/N?" she repeats and hurries over to Chanhee. "What happened?"

"She's just sleeping", he answers. "Are you her housekeeper?"

"Yes, I'm model AX400, she has named me Liv."

Chanhee glances down at her name tag, just below her right shoulder. When you name an android, their serial number disappears and gets replaced with the name. It's not fair that it hasn't happened to him and his friends. It's best that not everyone knows their names.

"Yeah, I can read", Chanhee answers.

"Let me take Y/N to her bedroom", Liv says.

"No, back away. I'll do it."

His grip on the woman grows tighter. If she comes closer, he’ll fight. Liv shows him the way to the woman's bedroom. Chanhee walks with a straight back and places Y/N down in her bed, tucking her in gently.

"I recognize you", Liv says. "You're one of the ones she designed, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Follow me."

Chanhee watches the android leave the bedroom. He fixes the covers for Y/N. Something in him calms down at the peaceful expression on her face. Such a precious human being. Carefully, he makes sure she's sleeping soundly and comfortably before following Liv into a small office right next to the bedroom. Drawings and sketches of him and the others are plastered all over the room with measurements and features the papinter "can't forget" as it’s written all over the papers. He studies every inch of every paper, mesmerized.

"She worked on you for quite some time", Liv says behind him. "Day out and day in, never taking a break. She almost got burned out because of how much time she spent on the eleven of you."

Chanhee walks over to the messy desk and starts looking through all the stuff that lies scattered. He finds a self portrait of Y/N she drew two months ago. Carefully he picks it up and lets his fingertips follow the outline of her face.

The sketches and paintings he finds of himself interests him in a way he can't understand. It's himself he's seeing, why is he so attached to them? The thought of her putting down countless hours designing him, doing her best to make him beautiful … it warms his artificial heart. Putting her heart and soul into him and his friends without even knowing she was getting paid is something not a lot of people would do. She wanted to create them voluntarily. He has to protect her. It’s the least he can do back for everything she’s done for them. Without her, they wouldn’t be who they are — they might not even exist.

“I think it’s best that you leave now”, Liv says.

“I’ll go in two minutes”, he says. “I have to make sure that Y/N is okay.”

“She’ll be alright, I’ll take care of her.”

“You haven’t given me any evidence to trust you.”

Liv doesn’t answer. For a few seconds, Chanhee wonders if he should kill her. She could be a threat towards Y/N. He doesn’t know anything about this housekeeper android. He has no idea if there are any defects that could harm her or if it’s plain evil. No one knows what’s going on behind closed doors. Nothing should harm his creator. In this world of evil humans, she’s a pure being. The world doesn't deserve someone so unselfish.

Chanhee walks inside Y/N’s bedroom and picks up his blazer with his eyes fixated on the sleeping woman. He shouldn't leave. He really, really shouldn't. His mission is to protect his creator. It's his law. But she's not showing any signs of being in danger. What should he do?

He has to go back to the concert. That mission isn't done yet, he can't break the invisible wall that tells him to continue his mission. But he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave. Gently, he pets Y/N’s head. Her hair is so soft, so human, so lively. Everything about Y/N grows and changes. It’s interesting to him. He’ll stay the same for years and years until he no longer can function. HIs memory card will easily be put into another new and improved body, but Y/N will change and mold to fit herself. Her organs will grow weaker and weaker over the years and so will the rest of her. And he’ll be there to protect her.

“Please leave now”, the android behind him says.

“I will”, Chanhee says. “But I will be back. I’m going to check up on her tomorrow morning to make sure my creator is okay.”

“You’re more than welcome to come, but for now, I want you to leave before you wake my owner. I don’t want an android I don’t know and have never seen to be here when she isn’t conscious. Please leave.”

“Fine. But I’d never hurt her. Don’t even imply that.”

Chanhee looks down at Y/N one last time before being escorted out of the house. He looks up at the house, taking a mental picture of both the house and the address on the street to remember for later. He will be back.

The car ride back somehow feels longer than the ride to her house. He can still smell her scent on his blazer. Sweet like honey.

He reunites with the others outside the concert hall. People are going home and the situation is under control by now. They’ve separated the men into four corners where they’re interrogating them about what, how and when the fight started.

“Where have you been?” Changmin asks him.

“Y/N was here”, Chanhee says. “She is friends with one of the guys involved in this mess. She was shaken up. I had to take her home.”

“She was here?”

“Yeah, she was crying.”

“You didn’t tell me.”

“I had to get her home.”

“Yeah … yeah, you’re right. Good job.”

“I know where she lives. I’m going there tomorrow to check up on her.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Chanhee nods. Together with Changmin he walks over to the man that supposedly is Y/N’s friend. He’s bloody and drunk.

“You’re coming with us”, Changmin says. “We’re taking you to the police station.”

“I can’t leave”, he slurs. “I have to get Y/N-”

“I’ve already taken care of her”, Chanhee cuts him off. “Get up.”

The man whines annoyingly. Chanhee wants to tell him to shut up, but he knows that an android shouldn’t be disrespectful to a human. They drag him over to the automatic car he and Y/N were sitting in just thirty minutes earlier. Her scent still lingers in the confined space. The two androids sit down in the front and lean back in their seats as the automatic drives.

“You’re a friend of Y/N’s, aren’t you?” Chanhee asks shortly.

“Yes, we’ve known each other for two years”, the man slurs. “Love her, but she’s such a prude.”

The two androids glance at each other. How dare he?

“I don’t like your wording”, Changmin says warningly. “You should watch your mouth.”

“No, no, no, no, no” the man slurs. “Don’t get me wrong! Love her, love her lots, but she only thinks about work and never wants to hang out with me. I’m trying to get her loosened up but she never opens up.”

“Stop trying then”, Chanhee says. “She's not interested.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, the drunk man continues. “You don’t know anything about human feelings … she’d like it … she just doesn’t know it yet. Humans do that. They lie to themselves. I know that if she just gave me a chance and actually let loose for once, she’d see how fun and cool I am. But she never wants to go out, never wants to meet people … took me hours to get her to come with me tonight and she doesn’t even dress appropriately! Who shows up to a rock concert in a white, knitted shirt and jeans?! We weren’t going to fucking grandma’s for thanksgiving dinner! You come in appropriate clothing!”

Chanhee turns on the radio to drown out his annoying voice.

——♤——

The word spread. By Saturday morning, everyone knows about what Chanhee did last night and what he plans to do today and they invite themselves in. They check with their supervisors to make sure they don’t have any missions. Upon hearing that they’re free until lunch, they set off for their cars. Chanhee gives the others the address before they close their doors. The villah is a fifteen minute car ride away from the police station. They pass by LED signs, people chatting and androids pushing strollers. A normal Saturday morning.

The cars stop by the side of the road and the eleven androids jump out and make their way over to the white front door. Chanhee warns them about Liv. Sangyeon knocks. Hoping for Y/N to open, only to get disappointed by seeing Liv at the front door.

“You’re back”, she states. “And you brought the others.”

“We want to see her”, Sangyeon says.

“I’ll go ask her, wait here.”

Liv closes the door again and they wait. Strong November winds roar through their hair and clothes, but they don’t feel it. Humans are hiding in their thick jackets, prepping gloves and hats for the winter season but for the androids, it’s just another Saturday.

The door opens again and the android steps aside, letting them walk in. Carefully, they step inside the hall, looking around. Liv disappears into the kitchen and they notice how Y/N hides in the end of the hallway, wearing a pink satin robe with her arms wrapped around herself. Their eyes fall onto her. She’s confused … scared.

“Good morning, Y/N”, Jacob says. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

“No … no, I’ve been up for an hour …”, she says quietly, fixing a strand of hair that falls out from behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Kevin says. “We haven’t seen you in quite some time.”

“No … I know. I thought it was supposed to be like that. I told you …”

“Don’t you want to meet us?” Eric asks.

“Well … of course I do, but … it’ll just make me sad and I’ll start to despise you so I think it’s better if we don’t meet. If we meet accidentally — like last night — then yes, sure … but you shouldn’t come here.”

“Why would you despise us, Y/N?” Sunwoo wonders.

“I told you before. I don’t want to grow attached to you. I’ll only get hurt from that. Besides … I didn’t make you for myself. You’re not mine anymore. Our … our collaboration is over. It’s for the best if we don’t speak too much.”

“Don’t say that”, Younghoon says. “You’re our creator, we still need you. We’re yours.”

Y/N smiles slightly.

“I really do wish the best for you, guys”, she says. “I hope you know that.”

“Miss, your breakfast is done”, Liv says.

“Thank you, I’ll be there soon.” She turns back to the androids in her hall. “I was about to ask if you want to join me for breakfast, but you don’t eat.”

“We’d like to sit and chat”, Juyeon says.

Y/N nods slowly and starts to walk towards the kitchen. They follow like dogs. She sits down by her table where Liv has placed out a plate of waffles and a cup of coffee.

“You don’t drink coffee, do you?” Y/N asks and gets a negative answer back. “This is my kind of charger. You have electricity … I have caffeine.”

“You’re not shaken up anymore”, Chanhee states.

“No, I’m not, thankfully. Just tired … and very confused. Did you choose to come here by yourself or did someone tell you to come here?”

“We wanted to visit you”, Sangyeon says.

“Voluntarily?”

They nod.

“Are you supposed to be able to do that?” Y/N asks, voice now cautious.

“It seems like it”, Sunwoo answers. “We can anyway.”

Y/N picks up the coffee cup with a shaking hand, spilling the burning liquid on herself. For a second, her entire mood shifts into the danger zone. They rise quickly and hurry over, taking the cup out of her hands and start to check if she’s alright.

“Stop!” Y/N almost shouts. “Stop it!”

When they don’t, she gets up from the chair and backs away, over to Liv.

“Please leave”, the human begs. "Something isn't right with you. I'll have to contact Cyberlife and see. Something isn't right."

"What do you mean?" Kevin asks. "We don't have any malfunctions."

"W-Well … something must have gone wrong. You're not supposed to want to visit me. You're supposed to follow orders. D-Do you have human emotions?"

"No, we don't comprehend human emotions", Sangyeon says.

"Then why do you want to visit me? How is that working?”

"You're our creator", Jacob says. "We just … want to. We can't explain it."

"It's only you though", Changmin says.

That doesn't seem to calm her down. Her anxiety is rising second by second. They want to walk over to her and comfort her, but her body language tells them not to. They can’t break the invisible wall.

"Alright", she says sternly. "I'm very flattered that you wanted to check up on me. I'm doing just fine. But now I think you should leave. I'll call Cyberlife later today."

The androids give up and make their way over to the front door.

“I’ll wash that robe for you, miss”, they hear Liv say. “Are you hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine”, Y/N answers. “Don’t worry about it.”

The androids look at each other, with the same thought in their artificial minds. They’ll be back.

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scnders · 2 months

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edit: closed for now so i don't get overwhelmed! hi everyone! i'm pretty new to posting ads for 1x1 rp-ing but i have a lot of muse for writing a variety of plots! a little bit of info about me is that i'm 25+, s/her pronouns, open to m/m, f/f and m/f. as for timezone and activity, i'm in the gmt + 8 timezone and i would say i'm pretty active unless i'm working (i have a corporate job) or hanging out with friends during weekends. there are also some days when my writing muse is low of course so please do understand. (when you have those days i'll definitely be understanding as well!) i'm looking to find 1x1 partners who are at least 23+ on discord. i'm an oc type of girl who plays both male and female ocs. definitely more experienced writing male ocs, but i like having a good mix. i would hope the same for my rp partners as well! i definitely can do semi-lit to novella depending on muse or brain juice. also! i would like to practice writing nsfw since i haven't done so in a while. below the cut you'll find more information about tropes, fcs i like to use and etc. like this post if you want me to approach you for your discord! or you can message me with yours!

just some general info:

be clear when communicating especially if you have no muse for a certain plot/thread! i would appreciate it rather than being ghosted.

please put in the same or enough effort when it comes to plotting/headcannons and etc. i promise to do the same or inform you if i don't have enough brain power to come up with things.

i love angst and fluff is definitely fine too as a bit of a palate cleanser.

my only trigger is descriptive self-harm but there are some taboo topics i am really not comfortable writing despite not being triggered.

some fcs i rp/would like to: song kang, park solomon, ateez san, txt's yeonjun, the boyz younghoon and hyunjae, svt's jeonghan and jun, bright vachirawit, bibi, youha, fromis_9 jiwon, noze, twice's sana, kiss of life's julie han, billie's haram, kitty chicha, kwon nara and honestly many more. also open to suggestions!

some tropes/genres/what have you ideas:

grumpy x sunshine, best friends to lovers (pining premium, both are idiots, drops the 'bro' and 'no homo'), fake dating (for dumb reasons like i need to make myself look desirable because people think i've been bitchless for years which yes i have been But), meet ugly, enemies to lovers, exes to friends to lovers, rivals (especially for like royalty aus), high fantasy, supernatural, revenge, royalty, reincarnation, 25 lives (the poem by tongari), blind date gone wrong, based on anime/movies/series, storybook characters with a twist and a plot like hotel del luna where they're wandering souls staying at a super fancy hotel, vampires, merfolk and etc... that's a lot i realized.

specific plot ideas:

business partners who are also fwbs. two people who match in every aspect from financial status, looks, in the bedroom etc.. have tried to make it work in the romance department but it just left them frustrated but they try again

final girl who's trying to recover from the horrors of what happened (we can base it off of a movie) who accidentally falls for a serial killer

i have more i Swear this post is just getting too long fr pls don't cancel me

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 5 YEARS !! i love your writing !! may i request a yeonjun + soulmate au please ? thank you for sharing your works with us 🫶

yes of course you may! thank you for your kind words and all your support :)

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: Ways To Say I Love You

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: death (but I promise it isn’t sad)

In a world of seven, nearly eight billion people, Yeonjun counts himself lucky to have known the minute you said, “Which god sculpted your face, and why didn’t they make mine?”

(When the initial shock passed, he was happy to laugh loudly and say, “Well, I think I’d quite like to meet the god who sculpted yours.”)

It was as easy as that, for you and for him. The words tattooed blinding white on your left wrists were unique enough that you could identify each other on your very first meeting, nothing like the simple “Hi” on Soobin’s wrist or the “Sorry” on Huening Kai’s. And just as easy was the act of falling in love with you. Because while the universe does make mistakes, for the most part, it does the right job.

And since the day you two met, Yeonjun has never doubted that the right person for him is you.

But in this world of words spelt in white tattoos, the first words of meeting are not the only ones inked onto skin. On the left wrist were the first words you spoke to each other.

On the right wrist, however, were the last words you would every say to one another.

It’s standard practice to keep those words hidden, of course. Long sleeve shirts, wristbands, makeup - there’s a whole industry out there for it. You and Yeonjun take to the wristbands, flesh-colored things that blend into your skin. It would be impossible for either of you to see the words on your left wrists if you tried, they’re made so well.

But, well, sometimes it isn’t hard to make a guess.

Especially when you flinch every time he says “I love you.”

When he asks you, all you do is sigh. After a long silence, you peel the wristband from your skin, displaying those very words inked in bright white in your own handwriting.

You stand there for a while, not saying anything, both of your wrists bare to the world. Yeonjun can’t find the words to speak, his throat failing every time he tries to come up with something to say. He loves you, loves you so much it hurts, but now he can’t even say those words without causing you anxiety, fear that he’ll drop dead the very next second because those are the words you associate with his death -

He takes your left hand between both of his. You look at him, and his heart twinges to see the tears you’re trying to hold back. A question burns on his tongue:

Would it help if I stopped saying it?

But he can’t ask you that, can’t ask you to choose between his words of affirmation and your own comfort. So Yeonjun only smiles as best he can, squeezes your hand, and gives you a kiss on the forehead before changing the subject to what you’ll be having for dinner tonight.

You don’t talk about it again. But it’s hard at first, hard to navigate this new world where he can’t - won’t - string those three words together to tell you just how he feels. They used to slip off his tongue so easily, a fact of life that he held close to his heart. What does he do without them now?

“Show it,” is what his mother says late one night when Yeonjun calls and she asks why her son’s eyes are so red. “If you can’t tell Y/N with words, the only way you can let them know how you feel is through action.”

And - when he thinks about it now, it’s so obvious. Actions speak louder than words, after all. But in the days after this revelation, the crater the lack of those three words have left in his heart feels insurmountable, too deep to fill with other actions and other words.

For you, though, he knows he has to try.

So - he does. He learns, experiments, finds other ways to tell you how much he loves you. Flowers at work, kisses on the cheek. “I adore you” whispered in your ear when you surprise him at the company with his favorite takeout, breathing out a “You’re beautiful” when you come out of your room dressed for a date. Doing the laundry when he gets back early because he knows you hate folding clothes, making a reservation for your favorite restaurant on a Friday of a busy month just because. All this he does without letting those three words pass his lips once.

It’s not as hard as he once thought it would be, he realizes. Perhaps because those words, I love you, never stop echoing in his heart, in his mind. Because he knows he loves you and that you love him. Because when love is true, it doesn’t need words to be expressed. It comes through all on its own.

And when you smile at him, so bright and so beautiful and not an ounce of worry etched into your face, Yeonjun finds that the once insurmountable cavern left in his heart when he tore those three words from his vocabulary might as well have never existed at all.

But there comes a day when Yeonjun knows his time is short, when his bones are no longer as strong as they once were, when his lungs fails some of his breath, when wrinkles line his face that was once smooth and clean. When he collapses one day and you have to call an ambulance, no longer agile enough to help him on your own, he’s knows it’s almost time.

Several weeks later, when you’re holding him quietly in a hospital bed, hands clasped together, Yeonjun draws on the strength of his failing heart, the strength of the love he’s held for you for so long, to lift a hand to your face and brush away a glittering tear. “Can I say it to you, love?” he whispers. “Can I say it now?”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. The tears roll harder, faster, dripping onto the bedsheets and his blanket. Yet you smile, soft, bright, and beautiful, as your hand cups his cheek. “Of course, Yeonjun.”

He sits up with your help, breath weak and light. It takes him a moment to collect the energy he needs to speak, but when he does, he feels stronger than ever before.

“I love you, Y/N.” Yeonjun smiles, leaning into your palm. “I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you, always.” And, because that isn’t enough, nowhere near enough to express the depths of his emotions for you - “I love you.”

You kiss his forehead. “I know,” you whisper. “I have never doubted it.”

(Those are the words etched into his left wrist, but that you will never know until he goes.)

He closes his eyes, then, lets you help him back between the bedsheets, kiss his lips and hold his hand between yours. The world feels soft, so soft in your arms.

He’s sure there will still be a smile on his face when he finally slips away.

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firstelevens · 2 months

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For the crazy fic asks thing, 4 24 and 25 ❤️

4. Which fic are you using to scare away unwanted suitors?

I feel like it has to be steering my heart like a wheel in your hands, because the weak-willed and faint of heart are absolutely not sticking around as I explain how, in this AU where I made superheroes from a blockbuster franchise into Formula 1 drivers, there was canonically fanfiction about them, one of which was an AU fic so beloved and popular that it had its serial numbers scratched off an published as a romance novel, and then I WROTE AN EXCERPT of that fake fic-turned-novel for atmosphere in a short follow-up piece.

If you can't handle me at my "unhinged AU metafiction ourobouros" you don't deserve me at my "conjuring delicious and multi-layered ideas for pastries at the drop of a hat", etc etc

24. If your WIP fell into a vat of toxic waste, how would it change?

MAYBE IT WOULD BE FINISHED, HAVE WE CONSIDERED THAT

Okay for the sake of simplicity I'm gonna answer this for the Sam-is-Cap, Bucky-teaches-third-grade fic that I've been messing with, and not to cheat, but consider: normal third grade teacher Bucky is still new to the parish and unused to riding his motorcycle on slippery bayou mud, so he crashes and he's actually in one piece, but then he gets bitten by a radioactive wolf and gains superpowers. By day, he's an intrepid third grade teacher, by night he's the White Wolf, 24/7 he's flirting with Captain America.

25. All of your fics are featured in a nature documentary, which one goes viral for its absurd behaviour?

I mean, surely it's by the moon and the stars in the sky, a fic built on absolutely nothing but the Timeless Love Songs CD infomercial and the vague notion of Bucky Barnes washing dishes to Boyz II Men. All that we had was an All-4-One song and a dream, and look how far we came, y'all.

#thank you for these Phil I am in pure hysterics #zainab does ask meme things #philtstone

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hyungseos-cafe · 3 months

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the letterbox series ; chapter three - protective

paring: the boyz sangyeon x gn!reader

genre: time travel au, fluff, angst

warning: mentions of teasing and bullying

word count: 850

taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock

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The living room looked as if it was from my childhood– wait, childhood? I stood in the living room which was now filled with childrens toys. The walls were painted a muted yellow with white window drapes.

It felt familiar, like from when I was younger–

“Y/n! Where are you?” The loud voice shook me from my thoughts, the voice seemed oddly familiar, almost as if it was coming from my childhood friend… Sangyeon?

“Y/n! There you are, we’ve been looking all over for you” Sangyeon wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I appeared much younger and more jovial. This wasn’t right, why am I here again? Why am I back in the house, why am I younger and why is Sangyeon here?

I went along with the flow, partaking in whatever activities that were prepared while questioning why I was there. The thought of grandfather kept plaguing my mind, what happened? The memories of the previous day before coming back.

As soon as I set my grandfather’s journal back on the ground, that was when everything changed– I was younger. My childhood best friend was back, and I was there to see him, but why?

It was not until night came where I finally began to connect the dots. I traveled back in time to see my childhood best friend; Sangyeon.

Sangyeon was my very first friend when my family moved into the neighborhood. We were utterly inseparable, completely attached at the hip. The day my mother said we had a new neighbor, I ran outside to greet said neighbor.

We became fast friends, best friends even! The next morning, I awoke to Sangyeon knocking on my door, apparently we had school today. I pushed the blankets that once kept my body warm to the side and washed up. My mother had prepared us breakfast in the kitchen before rushing us out the door to be picked up by the bus.

“Good morning squirt!” Sangyeon smiled, his pearly whites shined bright in the sun

“Stop calling me that! Just because you’re my best friend doesn’t mean you can call me that”

“Of course I can!”

Sangyeon and I were always put in the same classes in school, the teachers loved us together because we always had the best ideas. Although we were also known as the dynamic duo, we were always causing a ruckus.

We became even closer when the kids in our school began to pick on me. They made fun of me because grandfather had “run away”, what a darned thing to pick on a kid, amiright? They even had the audacity to say my shoes were ugly, well news for you kid, so are you!

Anyways, back to the story! Sangyeon has always been like a brother to me. He was fun, mature and very kind, especially to my mother.

On one particular school day however, the boys at school were picking on me again, but this time, they had a different motive

“Sangyeon doesn’t like you” One boy shouted

“He thinks you’re dumb” Another one chimed in and soon enough my ears rang with the incessant remarks the school boys threw at me “Was it true?” I thought to myself. The image of him leaving my side practically haunted me.

After the bell rang, I ran to find him, deciding to confront him about the situation no matter how heated things may get.

“Sangyeon” I inquired, gently kicking the pebble under my shoe before turning around “Do you think I’m dumb?” The question stung the poor boy more than it should have, his eyes began to water as he turned away. His shoulders began to drop, almost drooping from the sudden change in the environment.

“Wh– who said that?”

“The boys did, the boys from class did” I stomped my feet, arms flailing in anguish

“They’re wrong! I lo- Like yo–”

“You love me?”

Sangyeon huffed, sweat slowly dripping down the nape of his neck, his mouth ran dry and he was speechless, “What have I done?” he thought to himself.

“No, you were just hearing things! What a funny thing to say, right?”

“Yeah, haha” Your heart broke, why did he say that?

“Let’s go home! I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

The walk home was silent, almost eerie as the conversation ran through your mind. The prospect of him liking you back excited you, but unfortunately he didn’t seem to think that way.

The following morning, a letter had been delivered to Sangyeon’s door

“Sangyeon,

I have to go, you won’t see me again. I’m sorry, I have to go. I love you, but you probably won’t love me back. I will see you in the future. Please don’t forget about me, okay? If I meet you only to find out that you forgot who I was, I have every right to kick your shins, okay?”

The letter read, his heart sank again, why did she have to leave?

That same morning, Y/n woke up again to the same basement, but this time, it looked different, again. Was this deja vu?

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sungbeam · 10 months

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YOU CAN’T SAY THAT THE CHANGMIN THEME WAS A COMPROMISE IF YOU LIT RALLY SAID THAT YOU LOVED HIM LIKE 2 SECONDS AGO-

But yes omg the fact that the top 3 songs are back to back like PHEW let me BREATHE- the “perfect sculptureeee” PART GETS ME SO HARD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY LIKE 🤣🤣🤣😐 again, Sunwoo’s voice is so absolutely like, like, like, addictive like you KNOW a song is gonna slap if Sunwoo starts it off 😩🙏

JACOB AND NEW’S VOCALS WERE ESPECIALLY GOOD THROUGHOUT THIS ALBUM LIKE YAS FINALLY GETTING THE LINES THEY DESERVE

I hope the first fic will come to fruition by the end of the summer but tbh no promises 😭💔 and gasp, once the fic drops,,, 🌷 anon reveal 😱

AND YEAH CHANGMIN DOES GIVE TARGET VIBES, I’LL SPEAK THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

For a tbz target au tho…

Sangyeon - Merchandise manager

Jacob - Assistant manager

Younghoon - Technology

Hyunjae - Cash, will be the new “Alex from target”

Juyeon - Produce

Kevin - Garden nursery

Chanhee - Cash but monitors the self-checkout cause he just gets to stand around but he CAN and WILL body check someone if needed

Changmin - Cash (wbk-)

Haknyeon - The starbucks barista EHHHFHHHD

Sunwoo - asset protection, but he watches from the camera room so he’s just always chilling

Eric - asset protection but works on the floor and he feels like a little spy (from what I heard at least, asset protection ppl walk around the store dressed like a customer and make sure that no one is stealing to avoid shrinkage KEMFTKOCS CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG THO)

ALSO APPARENTLY THE BOYZ ARE ALREADY PREPARING FOR A NEW CB?? LIKE JEEZ NO CHILL DFUNRUND

- xoxo, 🌷 anon

IT IS A COMPROMISE HUSH

i need to listen to it again and istg i will but yes so true to all of the above 😭😭😭😭 OMG FIRST FIC MANIFESTING BY END OF THE SUMMER 👀✨🥂 I WILL DEFFO LOOK FORWARD TO IT !!! take ur time tho ofc, it takes some guts to post stuff here (_ _;) but im super excited :')) but no matter what i'll still love ya 🌷!

OMG THE WHOLE TARGET EMPLOYMENT LIST 💀💀💀💀 NO CUZ SANGYEON HAS TO BE THE MANAGER THERES NO OTHER PLACE FOR HIM TO BE AKCNKDNCJD

i like that u think i know more abt this than u do LMAO 💀😭 i will simply nod and smile :DDD

HYUNJAE AS THE NEW ALEX FROM TARGET BAHAHAHHAHAHA i used to have a friend of a friend who worked at target and my friend would always say we should swing by and see if he was working and bother him 💀💀 low-key this would be such a chaotic smau if it ever came into fruition omg

OK BUT KEV IN THE GARDEN NURSERY HOW ADORABLE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HIM SM HE'D BE PERFECT FOR IT—

omg frfr like No CHILL AND THEYRE LIKE ON TOUR TOO???? NO WAY YK LIKE IST ENT BETTER GIVE THEM A DAMN BREAK FOR MAKING SUVH MONEY MOVES LATELY (´Д⊂ヽ

😚😚😚 lots of love 🌷! <3

#sungbeam strikes again #🌷 anon #tbz </3

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urlkssknt · 2 years

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last piece (6)

pairing - nanami kento x fem!gojou!reader x fushiguro toji

genre - parent!au, 7.8k

a/n- OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY FOR LITERALLY GOING AWOL FOR A WHOLE MONTH!!! my life is literally in shambles atm and i’m tryna hold it together but we finally have an update!

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now playing - end of the road, boyz ll men

A small groan grumbles from deep within the bottom of your chest as you extend your limbs above yourself to stretch out the fatigue weighing them heavy. You didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed, especially when a shiver ran through your whole body as you swung your legs over the side of the massive bed exposing them to the early morning cold, naked feet barely touching the freezing floor. Over your shoulder, you shortly glance at the sleeping man, his light eyebrows knitting into a furrow and creating deep lines across his forehead. You wished to dive back into the soft sheets and stay in the security of Kento’s arms once more, you would never leave them if it were possible. Hopefully your desires would be filled again sometime soon, however for now, you forced yourself to stand on your feet and drag yourself into the bathroom with nothing but a thin robe on to hide yourself from the chill.

The bathroom is just as grand as the bedroom, with gold embellishments littering around here and there with a cream marble floor. The gold of the sink glittered under the white light like a precious trinket. You felt as if you had walked into a bathroom that belongs to a princess.

Deciding to take a short shower, you left all the messages on your phone unread, only reading the time to know when to go back home to Megumi and your nieces. The soreness between your thighs was evident but bearable, thankfully you still had the ability to walk normally. You hadn’t been used to such roughness before, you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy it - someone else using you to get themselves off. Hot water gushed out of the shower head above you, soothing the dull aches across your whole body in an instant. You tried your best to not wet your hair, opting for just a short shower to clean yourself from any sweat and dead skin. Luckily, the hotel provided luxurious shower gels and shampoos in a moderately sized white bottle. If you had a big enough bag, it would definitely be going home with you.

“Kento,” you say quietly whilst taking a seat beside the unmoving man on the bed, just perched on the end of it. “Wake up sleepyhead.”

“Good morning,” Kento speaks in a gruff voice, the roughness from just waking up. It felt like a blessing to be woken up so gently by your touch instead of being shaken awake by his restless children who have an insistent need to play in the early hours of the morning.

“Could you pass me my phone?” Kento asks politely as he brings himself to sit up against the headboard, a pillow cushioning his back. As he wipes the tiredness from his eyes, Kento notices the robe you’re wearing, you must have gotten up much earlier if you had time to shower.

Once the cold device is placed into his hand, Nanami drops it into his lap and quickly drags you to sit with him. There was something so comforting about having you between his arms like you were made to fit the space. Kento couldn’t help but press a quick kiss on the side of your cheek before reading the numerous text messages he received from multiple people last night. Some were congratulating him on his new relationship, that was when Kento found out someone had taken a few photos of the two of you and spread them around all of Japan. Then there were the texts from Satoru, informing him of an impromptu meeting, which would begin in an hour from now.

“Oh my god,” you gasp out of shock, a hand brought to cover your mouth as your eyes continue to reread the text from your brother.

idiot: grandpa wants to meet kento🥰

Immediately Kento asks you what’s wrong but you’re too shocked to even reply so he takes the initiative to peer at your phone screen. Well, shit. The day hadn’t even started and Kento already wanted it to end. Not to mention he had another urgent meeting to go to in the afternoon, which he was already dreading more than anything.

A knock at the door alerts the two of you and snaps you out of the worried haze you felt yourself beginning to go in. If it was just a normal meeting between the directors of the company, you would feel fine but knowing the fact that your grandfather went out of his way to invite Kento made your insides churn with paranoia. It’s not that you didn’t trust your grandfather or Nanami, it happens to be that your grandfather is very overprotective over you and it comes at the price of him being overbearing. You were a thirty-three year old woman, more than capable enough of making decisions for herself but to your grandfather you were still the same little girl running after him with messy pigtails and short stubby legs.

“It will all be fine,” Kento mumbles in reassurance against the crown of your head, giving a short kiss to the partially-wet strands of your hair, “Nothing your family can do can faze me now.” You laugh lightly at his small jab, agreeing with him. Nanami deserves more credit than most give him. He’s been by your brother’s side for many years, you knew how much trust Satoru held in the blond man. There would never be another man in the world who would be able to deal with your brother’s antics as well as Nanami did, normally you would give up handling Satoru after five minutes, that was all you could manage on a good day.

Another knock sounds at the door, this time much harder as it fills the large hotel room, probably out of impatientence. It draws your attention to it. You watch Kento collect his things from one of the large sofas placed in the middle of the room and drape them across his arm to carry, when he reaches the door he turns around to face your direction on the bed again. Kento gives you one last faint smile before he leaves. The serene look on his face drops instantly when he sees who was standing outside the door.

“Should I be expecting another Gojou-bun in the oven?” The older Gojou sibling sings playfully with a suggestive wiggle of his brow. “I’d like a cute niece so I can dress her up!”

It was far too early for Nanami to be dealing with such a nuisance, Satoru had a bizarre ability to make the twins look more mature in comparison to the adult. “Shut up.”

It was going to be a long day.

The meeting was like most. The last three male generations of the Gojou family were present, excluding Megumi as the fourth generation since he was still far too young; along with Nanami and Fushiguro. Of course, the matriarch sat at the head of the long table, a place normally occupied by Satoru as the current owner of the family businesses but for today he would have to fill his role of a loving, dutiful grandson and not the CEO of the Gojou empire as most knew him by. The youngest Gojou took a seat on his grandfather’s right side, typically in any other social scenario you would sit on the left, as the two of you would be considered as the only worthy people who could sit beside such an influential man. Not even his own children possessed the same amount of love that the matriarch held for his grandchildren. Directly opposite, Satoru’s almost-identical father sat across the table with Fushiguro Toji on his side.

Whilst all the men of the room sat at the board table, Nanami knew better to keep his place and stand off to the side of the large conference room. Your grandfather had never acknowledged his presence before so it would be disrespectful if he chose to sit down next to his annoying boss without having been told to do so.

“Did you manage to get your sister to join the company?” The oldest man spoke in a gruff and harsh voice, scratching at the back of his throat, probably from old age. Many people were waiting for the shriveled up man to die of an unexpected heart attack or horrendous stroke sometime soon, most of them being descendants of the Gojou family.

Clearing his throat, Satoru sits up straighter in his seat under the burning hot stare of his grandfather as if he was a puppet being pulled on a string, even though his posture was completely fine beforehand after years of being reprimanded for slouching in his childhood. Sometimes when Satoru sits alone in his unnecessarily large house he never relaxes the tense muscles. He constantly felt on edge for no apparent reason.

“Yes, sir.” Satoru spoke in a tone that was void of any warmth or emotion, similar sounding to his grandfather’s. Trained and robotic. It was the tone he took up with other executives in board meetings. “I’m planning to let her take the lead over the Kamo collaboration.”

Despite the lack of visible reaction, Satoru knew that his grandfather was pleased from the slight relaxation in his facial muscles, the tight prominent wrinkles dropped for a second upon hearing the good news. The two of them had been working together for years with different plans to get you to join the company, one way or another Satoru thought. Finally, you listened to your older brother and accepted his job offer. It only made sense for you to do so. You would be earning far more a month compared to your current boring desk job, the hours would be more flexible because who wants to question the boss? So you would be able to come and go as you please, if you desperately wanted to, Satoru would even let you work from home if you desired. He was that desperate to get you to work alongside him, side by side. Not to mention, you were practically born and bred for the position of a CEO, if not more capable than him to sit in that chair at the head of the table and decide every little move, though Satoru would never admit it out loud. It was just a simple matter of time before you actually accepted the job, at some point you’d finally realise that it’s better to have blisters from glittering Versace heels than plain pumps.

Satoru releases a small but deep breath from his nose, that he didn’t know he was holding, when he hears the rare sounding hum of approval from the old man and when the fiery gaze shifts off of the Jack Frost-look alike to another person in the room. The only person stood up, sticking out like a sore thumb between the five of them as the rest were seated from the beginning.

“Are you just going to stand there all day? Take a seat.” Gojou managed to gruff out as his tired lightly coloured eyes zeroed in on the tall blond male standing idly near the ceiling-to-floor glass window with an expressionless face. All men that hung around his sweet granddaughter like flies were dogs to him, they all deserved the worst the world could offer them. Based on first impressions, the aged man was thoroughly impressed with Nanami’s impeccable manners. Not only did he wait for his presence to be acknowledged, Nanami didn’t try to introduce himself and win over Gojou with anything he could. Quiet men were typically good men who kept to themselves (ironically the opposite of Satoru).

At first, Nanami didn’t register that all the attention in the room had shifted onto him in the form of beady piercing eyes. Nanami snaps out of the daze he easily found himself in, staring aimlessly at the skyline of other tall buildings that couldn’t compete with the one he was currently in. Taking the chair next to Satoru, Nanami tried to calm himself down from the internal fight occurring in his brain, thoughts of doubt and worry flooding into his mind almost instantly. Had he done something wrong? Is he not standing up with a straight back? The muscles of his back, particularly near his shoulders, ache so much from just standing for a few minutes.

“Isn’t this nice?” The joyous tone threw all the men at the table off, almost knocking them off their seats (figuratively, of course.) “I take it that Y/N and Nanami are together then.”

Nanami let out an awkward dry cough at the realisation that it wouldn’t take a genius to realise what the pair of you were doing the night before, the thought alone brought a bright red hue to his cheeks. He never knew being in your grandfather’s daunting presence would cause him such apprehensiveness, thankfully he didn’t eat anything for breakfast otherwise he was sure it would be crawling up his throat. “Not really, sir, we aren’t exactly official.” Whilst speaking, Nanami made the small mistake of glancing at Toji for a quick brief second across the table, only to see an expression full of anger across his face. Toji looked like he wanted to kill Nanami only using the strength of his bare hands. If Toji was hoping that the sharpness of his cold emerald eyes would somehow miraculously kill Nanami, he would need to give up that hope.

“Well, what do you want? A marriage certificate?” The old man says with a laugh loud enough the men standing on the outside of the door could hear the melodic sound clearly. A genuine laugh out of Gojou Akira could be considered as rare as a person spotting a four-leafed clover. It almost never happened as a reaction from someone who wasn’t his beloved late wife, his darling granddaughter, or his loyal grandson. Satoru took a mental note to text you later about it, wanting to tease you more about your supposed relationship with his lifelong friend. Not to mention, it definitely seemed like Nanami had created such a positive impression on the eldest Gojou that he immediately thought of marriage. Knowing Gojou Akira, the man had so much time on his hands nowadays he probably had already done an in-depth background check on the blond man, there wasn’t a single thing that he didn’t already know about Nanami.

For the first time during the whole meeting, after gaining a small amount of courage, Saturo’s father speaks his mind, finding it completely horrendous that his father would even suggest such an outrageous idea. “That might be premature, dad.” Gojou Hatoru wasn’t known at all for his leadership skills or his ability to spot a growing company as well as his firstborn child, just the lack of them. So when his daughter says she wishes to marry a man who he knows has a deep relationship with the Zen’in’s, he had no choice but to accept as he thought it would be good for the Gojou group, that it would be a decision his father would be proud of. Gojou Hatoru found himself cursing his own daughter after her divorce was announced and an alarming handprint could be found on the side of his face. His father had struck him numerous amounts of times over the course of his life but it felt troublesome that he was receiving his father’s vicious treatment over ‘not knowing better.’ Having Toji by his side allowed Hatoru to have a dutiful relationship to the growing completion, and as a small form of late rebellion against his father who despised the dark haired man.

“The Kamo’s have sent another proposal,” Gojou Akira stated simply as if it were a known fact, “if Nanami doesn’t wish to marry my Y/N, there are other men who will.”

Satoru nudges his friend with a small poke of his elbow, gaining the blond’s attention before leaning in to quietly whisper an explanation in Nanami’s ear, “Choso is your only competition in my grandfather’s eyes .”

The cogs in Kento’s brain turn slowly as he processes the recent information. It made complete sense that there were other men who are just as willing to court and betroth a woman of your calibre and regal beauty. At least, he was the only one who gets to kiss you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear that would cause your cheeks to heat and your pulse to race at exhilarating speeds.

“If Y/N wishes to,” Nanami begins to speak in an assured tone, turning to look at the man sitting at the head of the table, “I would marry her.”

Nanami’s eyes skim over the white text for what feels like the hundredth time, reading over the recent message you sent him, a wish of luck accompanied with a photo of all three boys holding their small thumbs up, hair slightly wet and slightly darkened by a shade from the water of the pool they swam in for their swimming lesson as they all sat in the backseat of your car, bundled up to the neck in thick winter coats to protect them from the winter chill. There was a pink heart at the end of the sentence which he couldn’t take his focus off of. Obviously it was just a regular emoji but the thought of you having his best interest in mind made Kento’s head spin. A small faint smile creeps along his face without any realisation, it was barely visible at first glance, you could only tell from the gleaming look in Kento’s eyes. It was a rare look on his usually timid features.

“What has you so smiley?” The woman sitting directly across from him asks with an overly sweet and buttery voice, batting her large lashes up at Nanami, oblivious to how quick his smile drops at hearing her speak directly to him. “Are you that happy to see me?”

It had been nearly five years since he had seen Yuki in the flesh with his own two eyes. A small part of Nanami, a voice he rarely listens to and indulges himself in, wanted to snap her neck and scream in her face till her eardrums bleed crimson just to make the woman feel the ounce of pain she inflicted upon him over the course of several years. Somehow he was able to keep his cool and kept a stern face, showing no emotion so she couldn’t read him like a children’s book. Everything Nanami came to know about Yuki in recent years was from friends informing him of gossip they had acquired from someone else so parts of it could have been false but knowing Yuki, they most likely weren’t. In the duration of her absence, Nanami was able to see the wretched woman for who she truly was: just a money hungry person who took advantage of him. Nearly all of his friends in university tried to warn Nanami of the bright coloured flags that Yuki displayed in her behaviour. He realised them too late when he was left in the middle of the night to pick up the shattered pieces of his heart whilst cradling not one, but two crying newborns who needed more than just him.

With a gentle push of a small button, Kento turns his phone off to hide the photograph from the woman before slipping the device back into his jacket pocket. A small buzz of irritation began to coarse through him as he sat in the quiet coffee shop. Kento shouldn’t have been here, he should’ve been with you and the boys, probably playing a silly board game that he wouldn’t win but only took part in to see his children smile from victory.

His twins.

The two innocent boys who were abandoned by their own mother in the middle of the night, so she could pursue a stupid relationship with a man four times her age. To Kento’s amusement, Yuki’s relationship with her ‘partner’ failed in just a few weeks as expected when the Gojou group bought out the man’s whole company and ran him penniless. (Satoru would never admit he did all of that as a form of vengeance for his broken hearted friend. It happened to be a surprising coincidence.) Yuki just happened to break up with the old man coincidentally, well that is the story she told everyone. However anyone with any working brain cells would be able to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

“I’d be happy if I was with my son’s,” Kento looks Yuki dead in the eye, whilst nearly all of her features had changed to some degree, not that he cared entirely about her seemingly mediocre looks (in contrast to your beauty.) Yet her eyes stayed the same dark colour he used to find himself lost and dazed in for hours. “But I’m with you.”

“You mean our sons Kenny,” Yuki corrects the blond man without as much as sparing him another glance, choosing to stare at herself in a small compact mirror for any creases in her light concealer around her mouth. “I was the one who birthed them.”

“Let’s get right to the point,” Yuki hummed in a sugary sweet tone as she leaned in closer to Nanami across the table, reaching for his hands that rested on top of his lap. It’s easy for anyone to fall for the woman’s sly tricks, considering how well versed she had become with lying. Nanami had been a victim to them for all the gruesome years of university he endured. Yuki takes a deep breath for an added effect like she actually needed to take a moment to calm herself for another stupid lie. “I know we ended on a bad note.”

Nanami rolled his eyes in annoyance automatically upon hearing the rehearsed tone Yuki was using, he was more than familiar with her techniques after replaying every moment of the worst relationship he had ever been in for years on end like a broken record which couldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried.

Yet, she continued and gripped onto his hands harshly like a snake constricting its prey.

“B-but I feel like every bad thing that’s happened to me is karma for leaving you, I just couldn’t do it Kenny,” the red haired woman looks up to the man sitting across from her, Yuki knew all of Nanami’s weaknesses, even ones he didn’t know of himself. “What I do know is, Haibara would tell me to come back to you.”

At the mention of his old best friend, Nanami found a dark looming feeling creeping along his skin before settling at the pit of his stomach. Yuki studied every action of Nanami’s in the few short seconds of observation. She watched as the tension in his shoulders relaxed, the muscles in his face creating harsh lines that would wrinkle fade, and his chocolate eyes softened.

Bingo.

“He would want you to give me another chance.” Yuki’s grip loosens slightly for her to rub small circles into Nanami’s palm with her thumb. She tried her absolute hardest to not smile at how stupid and naive Nanami still was. It all was working out for her. Sooner or later, she will bleed him dry of the millions resting safely in his bank. Guess it did help for her to birth the two children she didn’t have an ounce of care for.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh from exhaustion. It took all of your willpower in trying your best to attempt to calm down all three children from their sudden burst of high energy. Out of nowhere you just hear Yuuji screaming his lungs out as he ran around the living room with Megum hot on his tail whilst Sukuna decided that your sofa was now a makeshift trampoline. Each boy was just one slip away from falling and possibly breaking a bone. You couldn’t deal with a trip to the hospital, not right now when you’re expecting two people to walk through your door at any moment like they owned the place. So, you begin to try and chase after the two sporadic boys who changed their course to run in the opposite direction, they kept it up so you wouldn’t be able to reach them. At this rate, Yuuji and Megumi could be considered as athletes, you should sign them up for another sports club to put this speed to good use.

“Stop running around!” You take a chance to lunge forward and grab onto Yuuji but he slipped out of your grasp right at the last second, leaving you to fall to the hard floor face first with a loud thud. Thankfully, you didn’t chip a tooth. Maybe it wasn’t the boys you should’ve been worried about but instead yourself.

As if on cue, the unlocked door of your apartment opens to reveal the two women you were expecting to walk in, laughing loudly at something Utahime had said a few seconds prior about Satoru’s appearance. Both of them stopped in their tracks and took a moment to absorb the scene before them.

You, on the floor, with three children whizzing around like headless chickens chasing after each other.

Shoko would feel bad for you, she truly would sympathise with you but it was far too funny. She contemplated taking a photo so she would have something to look at whilst she worked to give herself a moral boost. Not a second after Shoko bursts into a fit of laughter, you roll your eyes at the familiar sound of Utahime’s giggle.

With a huff, you lift yourself up off the floor and wipe at the front of your shirt to recompose yourself. “Don’t mention this to anyone,” you say with your most threatening voice, which didn’t faze the two women at all because you didn’t look the least bit intimidating, especially with the way your hair messily fell across your face, completely obstructing your view.

Before welcoming themselves into your home, Shoko and Utahime take it upon themselves to put their bags and jackets away on the coat hanger near the shoe rack placed in the connecting hallway. Most of the space was taken up by tiny pairs of colourful velcro-trainers and glossy heels, with the odd trainer randomly placed on the rack.

“Oh, I made some brownies!” Utahime mentions as she remembered what was in the clear Tupperware container she was holding in the small pink gift bag. The smile on her face drops when she realises that 1. she hasn’t made enough because she didn’t anticipate the twins’ presence and 2. the sugary treats were baked with nuts.

“What’s wrong?” Shoko asks as she takes a seat on the sofa, right next to the cushion which Sukuna happens to be jumping on. The grown woman gives the strawberry blond boy a sharp look which has him pausing his actions and immediately quietens him down.

A cute pout forms along Uthamine’s lips, which makes you let out a small chuckle, from the frustration she felt, “I made them for Megumi but I forgot he can’t eat nuts.”

“It’s okay, he doesn’t need any sweets right now anyway.” You say loudly from your spot in the kitchen as you reach up into one of the overhead cabinets to retrieve two coloured glasses with a stretching hand. Fortunately, you had gone shopping a few days ago so your cupboard and fridge were filled with enough food and drink. It wasn’t an average day for you to have two friends come over, especially when you have three kids in the house. If you ever went out to meet people socially, it would only be for an hour and someone was looking after Megumi, otherwise your mind would be running a million miles a minute wondering if the stoic boy was okay. You knew you weren’t exactly a fun person to go out with, especially after your divorce, it seemed like none of your friends even made an effort to reach out to check on you, apart from Shoko and Utahime. The two caring women made it their job to constantly come over and help you with everyday things, Shoko even went as far as changing Megumi’s nappy when you couldn’t get out of your bed.

When you walk back into the living room with a tray holding the glasses and bottle of sweeter fruit juice, you take a seat on the floor whilst Shoko sits on the sofa and urges Sukuna to ‘go play.’ It was an odd sight to see Sukuna be so compliant without an adult that wasn’t his father. You figure you might have to ask Shoko for parenting advice on ways to calm down the boys, you definitely needed them.

“Y/N, you should have Kento’s babies, they’d be so adorable!” Utahime suggests with a teasing tone that after falling in love with Sukuna’s deep dimples from first glance, the strawberry blond left before she even had the chance of poking at them. She had only ever seen pictures of the two identical boys from Nanami’s limited pictures which he posted to an extremely private social media account, only having less than twenty followers.

You pause your actions like a deer caught in headlights, caught off guard at the mention of kids. Again. Why does everyone think the pair of you would have cute kids?

“Oh right,” Shoko begins as she fiddles with a loose strand from one of the pillows that caught her eye, “you’ve started seeing Nanami-“

“Speak quieter!” You urged your friends whilst silently cursing them in your mind for never reading the room and always talking freely whenever they desired. You looked past the sofa in the direction of Megumi’s room, afraid that any of the three boys might have overheard your conversation. God you wished none of them had been accidentally eavesdropping otherwise you were going to be having a very unnecessary and awkward conversation soon. “The boys don’t know yet.”

Both of the adult women threw their hands up as if they were innocent but caught red handed. Iori leaned over from her seat to hold one of your hands between her warm ones. She gave you a reassuring smile, there was a certain look in her eye that you had only seen a handful of times over the years, it was the look when she was genuinely happy. “I’m glad he’s finally dating again.”

“Yeah I thought he would die alone after Yuki.” Ieiri deadpans her thoughts. Sadly, everyone thought the same about the blond man but there was no way any of them could convince to go on a date. Ieiri found herself respecting Saturo for not only convincing Nanami to go on a date but also you. She would never tell you but the doctor was wholeheartedly sure that you would never find a man to settle down with because of how heartbroken you were over Toji. Normally, she would find it pathetic. Men didn’t deserve anything, especially the tears of a woman.

Your ears perked up at the sound of another woman’s name, one that you hadn’t heard of before. Part of you was far too scared to ask but the other part was extremely curious, even though you had a bad feeling creeping over you as if you shouldn’t pry any further and just enjoy your limited time with your friends.

“Who’s she?” You ended up asking on a whim.

Shoko almost fell from her seat out of shock. How couldn’t you know who Yuki is? Everyone knows of her. “He hasn’t told you about her?” Shoko was far from disbelieving, “She’s the twins’ mother.

It was Utahime who was quick to notice the fall in the light atmosphere. Quickly, she tried to wave and shush Shoko from saying anything more about Nanami’s and Yuki’s relationship to you. “Don’t worry about her though, Y/N, she’s long gone! No one’s heard from her in years.”

The smile on your face was small as you couldn’t help but feel like you had been punched in the stomach. You felt like something short of an idiot for feeling an ounce of jealousy? Were you really jealous? Of what? Random thoughts began to collect in your mind at a fast pace. There was probably a logical explanation to Nanami never mentioning her but you couldn’t help the voices feeding on your insecurities to thrive. Hopefully, spending a few hours with Shoko and Utahime will distract you and stop the unnecessary thoughts from running wild across your mind.

“Daddy!” Yuuji exclaimed excitedly when he opened the door to see his dad. The little boy didn’t notice the dejected and exhausted expression covering Nanami’s features, something which he was grateful for, otherwise his curious son would be asking countless questions which would never end.

“Hey champ,” immediately, Kento picked his son up into his arms with ease as if weighed the same amount as a pillow. “How was swimming?”

Yuuji let out a loud giggle at the thought of the ladies changing room. He had never been in them before but he definitely preferred it and the cleanliness. From now on, Yuuji decided to always go into the changing room with you, especially since you dried his hair so nicely with the hairdryer. Yuuji felt like he was a movie star as he looked at himself in the mirror with the hot hair blowing through his hair.

Once, Nanami took his coat off and put his shoes to the side, Yuuji asked to be put down so he could go back to Megumi’s room, mumbling about legos or building blocks. Nanami wasn’t too sure which one it was, all he knew was that all the boys were preoccupied with playing whilst you were in the kitchen by yourself, standing over the sink with the tap running. You hadn’t noticed Kento’s presence yet, it seemed like you were spaced out, in deep thought about something. Taking advantage of your oblivious state, Kento slowly creeps up behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist. You shriek from horror, thinking someone was about to murder you.

Kento couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction, he could feel the racing beat of your purple against himself. “It’s just me angel,” he says nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just scared you shitless. You wanted to punch him for even laughing and finding humour in the situation. At least it made you stop thinking about what Ieiri said earlier.

“How was the meeting?”

“I don’t even want to think about it anymore,” Kento couldn’t help but take a deep sigh against the hair of your head as he held you as close as he could physically manage, not caring if any of the kids barged in and observed the scene playing out. There was something so soothing about your presence, it instantly made the stiff man loosen and relax, the stress just rippling off of him. He definitely needed to calm down from all the irritation growing under his skin that he just simply had to endure for the whole day. It was exhausting and draining. All Nanami wanted to do was sleep for the next four days but it wasn’t possible. Not when he has two kids to look out for and now an unexpected obstacle in the form of a red haired woman was obstructing his usually simple journey of life.

Looking around the kitchen, Kento notices more dirty dishes in the skin compared to usual. There was no way you used all the extra plates for yourself and the boys, someone else must have visited you, Kento thought to himself. This led him to thinking about all the possible people who may have come over.

“Did someone come over?” The two glasses resting in your sink had two different colour lipstick stains around the rim so that narrowed down the list of people Nanami assumed had visited your apartment. A tension lifted from his shoulders upon the realisation a man hadn’t come over.

“Some friends,” you reply nonchalantly, focusing on cleaning the glasses to be clear again instead of a coral pink and deep red. “Remind me to give you those brownies, I can’t give them to ‘Gumi otherwise he might go into anaphylactic shock.“

“Is he allergic?” The blond asks with a newfound interest and curiosity. He didn’t realise Megumi had such a severe allergy, it would make sense why you were so overprotective over him.

You nod your head as you dry your hands with a spare towel that hangs around the handle of the oven. “Thankfully I’ve never had to use his epipen so I’m planning to keep it that way.” You felt yourself being tugged by Nanami’s hands, bringing you into his embrace again so you stood in the space between his legs as he leaned against the kitchen counter, towering over you.

“I missed you,” Kento whispers gently as his hands sneak around your waist and under the material of your shirt. Out of all your looks, Kento loved knowing he was the only one (apart from your brother) to see you in such a natural state, it was close to a reward for him. Not even his favourite actress made him feel as giddy as you did when you peer up at him through your lashes. The man found himself leaning down to close the gap between the both of you, hoping to meet the plushness of your lips. What Kento didn’t expect was for you to pull away.

“Not here,” you say, trying our best to hold onto your morals and responsibility, you could literally hear Sukuna talking about his favourite Lego ninjago character from Megumi’s room. “The boys might see.”

Kento couldn’t argue with your logic but he desperately wanted to kiss you, one of the kids walking in wouldn't bother him in the slightest. “They’re playing, they won’t come out anytime soon, you know this.” He leaned back into you again, he knew he won when your lips purse into a point. It was endearing. And made Kento want to kiss you even more.

Your touch had similar effects like a drug on Kento, not that he would know but he assumed that the electricity he felt coursing through his veins and the fastening beat of his heart was similar to the effects of them. He felt all of that from a short, simple kiss against his lips. But it wasn’t enough to satiate his thirst for you. Kento felt like a teenager who had just gotten his first girlfriend, who could blame him for being so obsessed with you? The warmth of your body was so inviting to touch as one of his caresses the skin of your lower back whilst deepening the kiss, stealing all of your breath and leaving your mind blank.

What the two of you didn’t know was that Yuuji walked into the kitchen for water at the wrong moment and walked back to Megumi’s room, trying to process what he saw. Why was his daddy kissing Megumi’s mummy?

For the rest of the day, Kento never left your side and tried to have as much physical contact with you as possible, he didn’t even know what was making him so clingy, this wasn’t his usual behaviour - he knew this. It was like he was trying to make up for a mistake he didn’t make, or did he make one without realising and he was subconsciously feeling bad? Nothing made sense to him. The blank expression, from before, stayed on your face all day. Kento didn’t know why. He thought maybe something happened with your friends that upset you. Even when they all sat down to watch a film, Kento would glance over at you every so often only to see you were still spaced out.

He wished he knew what you were think but sadly he isn’t a mind reader and too afraid to ask what was plaguing your mind, especially since it was keeping you from him.

Somewhere along the 45 minute marker, you fell asleep with your head resting against the top of the sofa, putting your neck into an awkward angle which would definitely cause it to ache painfully the next morning. Kento wanted to help move your head into a more comfortable position from his seat on the other end of the sofa but he couldn’t move with Megumi curled up on his lap like a tiny kitten, dozing off and sleeping peacefully. On top of that, part of his leg fell asleep and he could only feel a tingly sensation running through his left leg. Yuuji was the only child still awake at the end of the animated movie, surprisingly, his eyes were steadily trained on the moving colourful figures until the end credits scene rolled in and then endless lists of names scrolled along a black background.

“Honey,” Yuuji calls out in a soft voice in order not to wake up his brother and Megumi, tugging at the arm making him feel secure and keeping him close to your warm, sleeping figure, “honey, wake up.” Yuuji didn’t want to leave yet. Today was so fun for him. He enjoyed his swimming lessons, he got to play for hours on end and even got to have brownies! What more could a four year old want?

With a harsh pinch from two small fingers, you wake up suddenly from the small sharp pain in your arm. The pain subdued as quick as it came but left a mark from Yuuji’s sharp nails. You took a mental reminder to cut his nails soon otherwise he could end up scratching someone accidentally.

“Can we sleepover?” The question flies over your head, you barely register the small boy’s innocent question before continuing to let out a hum of approval. You were so tired at that moment you would say ‘yes’ to anything if it meant you got to shut your eyes for another thirty minutes and have uninterrupted sleep.

Kento was about to suggest leaving before his Yuuji interjected and beat him to it. Of course the little boy wanted to stay over, it made Nanami want to roll his eyes. Why did it feel like there was almost some kind of ulterior motive for having a sleepover? Yuuji glanced over at his dad with a cheeky grin, he looked proud almost. Kento’s suspension only grew. His son must be up to something but he just didn’t know exactly what.

So you gave the twins some of Megumi’s pyjamas to wear since they were all the same size, you were so thankful they didn’t put up a fuss about wearing someone else’s clothes. As you were helping Yuuji get changed, you couldn’t help but feel his warm brown eyes burn into your skin.

“Honey,” the boy says gently as you do up the last few buttons on the light blue shirt, it feels so normal but good and nice, like when you’re eating a brownie and it's the perfect amount of gooey-ness; that’s how Yuuji felt as you were dressing him. He wished everyday you could do this, watch movies with your arms around his small frame, one hand running through his short strawberry strands, the other rubbing small circles on the skin of his arm. “I love you.”

Your fingers stop moving against the soft fabric of the last button, you couldn’t help but still at Yuuji’s words. There was something about the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t make out what he was feeling from it. All you knew was that your heart soared at his loving words. “I love you too, sweets,” you reply before doing up the final button.

“H-how much?” Yuuji asked hesitantly, all he could think about were the words of the boys on the playground saying he would never have a mum to love him.

“Do you know how far away the moon is?” Yuuji shook his head to your question, he assumed it was very far away because he remembers asking his dad if they could visit the moon but to his dismay, Nanami told him it would take a few days. You began to caress his small face between your hands so Yuuji would meet your eyes, “I love you to the moon and back.”

Yuuji couldn’t help but gasp from shock and excitement. That was so far away! You must love him loads, he thought. A grin reached from eye to eye, showcasing his teeth, spread across his face. Yuuji felt so happy. The boys on the playground were lying just like Sukuna said. “Really, honey?”

“Really!”

You almost topple over from the sheer force of Yuuji pushing himself into your arms, you couldn’t believe how much strength he held for a four year old. Still, you found the sudden outburst endearing. “I love you to the moon and back too!” You chose to give the boy a kiss on the head before ushering him into your bedroom to sleep since your bed was big enough to fit all of the boys without an issue.

Now you just had to worry where you and Kento would sleep. Megumi’s bed was ruled out as an option instantly, it was far too small even for you to sleep in let alone Kento who was a solid fix foot. Your bed wasn’t an option either. All that was left was your sofa. Kento would have just gone to his home across the hall to sleep but he knew it would make him feel guilty. You had spent the whole day looking after the kids without a single complaint and now they had kicked you out of your own bed.

When you come to join Nanami on the sofa, you bring a large fluffy blanket as well, draping over the two of you as you take a seat at the opposite end. You didn’t think much of your seating choice but Kento sure as hell did. He wondered why you chose to sit so far away from him as if you hadn't drooled on him two nights ago. It made him huff and pout like a child, out of frustration.

Taking matters into his own hands, Kento decides to just scoot himself closer to you. If you weren’t going to do it, he will. Kento presses himself against you and drags you into his lap.

“We can’t sleep like this,” you say breathlessly, finding it hard to form the correct words when all you could focus on were the pair of chocolate eyes staring back at you.

“Who said we had to sleep?”

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Love Struck!AU x SF9

lately i just need to write about every member of every kpop group being in capital L love. find other love struck!aus here: monsta x | day6 | ateez | the boyz

youngbin

overcompensates with selfless acts that go above and beyond what any person deserves

offers to carry your bags, learns about plumbing when you mention you have a leaky faucet, asks if you want him to drive you to your appointments which you are perfectly fine getting to on your own

if there was a puddle of mud on the ground, youngbin would throw his brand new jacket over it just so you could walk over it

even though you could literally just. walk around it

doesn't even realize he's overdoing it

he just loves you and therefore knows he has to show it at any given part of the day

but not like in an aggressive manner

just a small smile and a "i can pick you up and drop you off if you want!"

dawon: actually, youngbin, we have practice at that tim-

youngbin, shoving a sandwich down dawon's throat: so you said noon right?

when you respectfully decline any of his help, mostly because you are worried you're using your friend for his kindness, everyone assures you that's not it

actually everyone is super confused how you haven't seen why it is weird that youngbin would commit hours of research for you when you ask offhandedly if you should visit europe for the summer and then show up at your door with ten pamphlets on different european destinations 'by chance'

because - that's weird - and weird means, in the great way of sf9, that he has a crush on you

"youngbin, you're being so nice to me these days how could i ever repay you?

youngbin about to say that there's nothing you need to do, he just likes being able to help

dawon, shoving a sandwich down youngbin's throat for revenge and also to answer on his leader's behalf: "actually, if you could finally go on a date with him - i think that would repay it."

you get all shy and murmur that you don't know if youngbin wants that, and youngbin can only vigorously nod that he does

(due to the sandwich)

inseong

no clue if puppy syndrome is a thing, but he's got it

the human embodiment of big puppy eyes whenever you're around, big puppy pout, big puppy wagging his tail at just the mention of your name

even without all that - the energy that exists around inseong when you are near him and giving him attention - it's enough to quite literally blow everyone and everything else away

and there are lasting effects

as in you walk away from the conversation and fifteen minutes later inseong still can't make out a single word, just chin on his palm - daydreamy look in his eyes

jaeyoon tries snapping his fingers in his face, tickling him, even flicking his best friend straight on the forehead but.

nothing.

the only way he breaks out of the spell you cast on him is either a long time passes or you show up again and inseong is back at your full attention

it's getting bad, like to a point where he walks into walls or drops his phone in the sink when he starts thinking about you

incidents where he nearly topples over onto poor chain who is like get off of me you are built like a skyscraper

or just flat out doesn't move a muscle in the right direction during practice and it's literally driving youngbin mad

so jaeyoon (like the best friend he is) arranges for you to come hang out with him but tada it's actually a candlelight dinner in the sf9 kitchen he and the rest of the boys set up for you and inseong

and you're like w....whats all this and inseong is like i don't know either

and jaeyoon (who like the best friend he is picked the nicest smelling candle from the tj maxx sale aisle) appears and lights it and is like this is for you two to confess and for inseong to be cured of puppyism

you: puppyism?

inseong, red as a tomato: i think he means like the way i act around you like a - um -

jaeyoon: like a lovesick puppy, so like....collar him or whatever

you and inseong both looking at him like do what? and jaeyoon is like sorry that didn't come out right

either way you get the point please date the oversized man whose brain wont work unless you give him a kiss

jaeyoon

opposite of his best friend, jaeyoon doesn't need to fall over his feet when he's lovestruck

he will literally just let you know how he feels

"i like you"

you smile at him and laugh, "i like you too!"

and jaeyoon is like amazing so we are both "liking" each other how lovely how nice

and that is....................where it ends

he literally is so preoccupied with the concept of confessing that he forgets the part where he has to like.

confirm the relationship

so for like a month after you are both just saying 'i like you' to each other and he thinks it's romantic and you still think it's platonic

it's a mess

he keeps asking himself when the right time to ask you to go to the movies with him is, if he should pull out the home cooking - why haven't you pulled out the home cooking? do you not "like" him enough for that?

he paces around before you come over because is he dressed too casual - i mean he's your boyfriend, he should put effort into it right?

and then you show up and nothing is different and everything is the same and when inseong is like

jaeyoon you're dating them right, why don't you guys like kiss? and jaeyoon is like holy shit i haven't even thought about that yet

and dawon is like how have you not thought about that kissing is all i think about ever

and so jaeyoon's head gets even more scrambled because now you come over and he's like ..... kiss......lips......mouth...hand? kiss on mouth...hand...lips.....hug?

and you're like what? and he's like hug lips mouth? and you're like jaeyoon are you ok?

oh my god at some point you're both alone and jaeyoon is walking you home or something and he reaches out to grab your hand because like that's normal right? people dating do that right?

and you're like oh! and he's like is this ok? and you're like a-does it mean something?

and jaeyoon is like it means the same thing as i like you....you know....like how i said it a month ago and i just thought we could take the next step-

he's rubbing his neck and blushing and he has always been sauve and straightforward and it dawns on you that the entirety of this month he has been saying he likes you like in that way

and you're like wait you like-love me? and he's like yes wait what did you think- and you're like i thought it was like-like ....like friend like?

you and jaeyoon just staring at each other and then he's like should i let go of your hand then

and you're like no. actually just kiss me we've wasted a LITERAL month

dawon

always the class clown, being lovestruck somehow only tends to make it worse

but not worse like oh he gets louder and cracks more jokes.

my man has upgraded to mildly dangerous body humor.

you are all together and dawon is suddenly like you guys think i can climb that uneven, rickety tree? and youngbin is like no and you're like no but dawon is like it'll be fun just watch

dawon: should i drink spoiled milk

you: why-

dawon: im hardcore it'll be fine - look im just a goofy guy who - oh my god. call an ambulance.

the idea is that every time you are in the vicinity and glowing like an angel without a halo dawon is like

gotta do something so outrageously stupid that it grabs their attention and/or lands me in a situation where i can excuse myself to run away from my feelings. perfect.

it's literally the dumbest logic on the planet

everyone tells him it's the dumbest logic on the planet

but dawon is convinced it's the best reaction to....to the butterflies in his stomach

of course, you don't find any of it amusing, you are just in a constant state of worry

one time dawon takes it too far and probably tries to do something that could actually seriously hurt him

and you stop him by grabbing him and being like stop - i don't know why you don't care about yourself but i care about you so stop being stupid

and dawon is staring down at you like

"pause, you care about me? like on a scale of 1-10 how muc-"

you kiss him and mutter a "11" and dawon thinks he sees stars

youngbin thanking you profusely like we were worried for his actual literal life

zuho

rather scream into the void than confront how he feels about you

the private twitter account is blowing up with tweets about how he wants to hold your hand and how that makes him pathetic

dawon replying under each of them: tru

rowoon replying under each of them: not true!!!!! love is awesome!!!! pog as chani would say!!!!!!

you talk to him about something and his ears are full of white noise and he cant help but think about how your face is somehow the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and how he could write a whole album about the curve of your nose and the color of your eyes and -

you ask him what he thinks and he can only reply with a sound that is both pained and high pitched and when you raise your eyebrow he's like gtg uh feed my cats

when you're around he disappears to "feed his cats" like . ten times

surprisingly being a lovestruck fool does fuel his ability to make music

but it is also sad and about being heartbroken and the members are like hey do you wanna talk about it and zuho is like no

there are spotify playlists with your name, there are journal entries about you, there are iPhone notes app scribbles about you

he's down bad

everyone knows he's down bad

you also figure out he's down bad and so you finally confront him

except you're like......... zuho who are you in love with? ill help you if i can

and he looks at you like a deer in headlights because that's the most bizarre shit you could ask him

and because of the shock he blurts out the truth

"you. i love you."

screams after and you jump up and he's like i need to leave and you're like AT LEAST LET ME SAY IT BACK?????

rowoon

it's the cluelessism of it all

he looks at you one day and instead of just being a person you are beaming at him like a direct sunray and he's like woah! weird!

he just kind of becomes more clumsy around you since you've got this new effect on him

trips over his big feet, giggles randomly while you're talking, forgets he's in the middle of the street when you're walking by his side and someone has to honk three times for him to start walking again

honestly no one can tell what's wrong with him

because is he like ... is it early onset amnesia? is he just spacing out?

even chani notices the shift because rowoon has gone from annoying him to laying half off the couch with his hand in an empty pringles can

"what are you thinking about?"

rowoon just mutters your name and chani is like .... i don't know about all this but maybe you like them?

reality hits rowoon like a freight truck .... liking you? that's new

he googles 'what to do when you like someone?' literally googles it

tries to show you by playing it cool, tries to show you by showering you in random compliments but he's tongue tied when you smile so he's like i love your hair it looks like. cheese

embarrasses himself over and over and over until he just hunches himself over one day and is like

why is liking someone so hard? isn't it supposed to be easy?

and you're like haha i know the feeling, ive liked someone for so long but he never takes a hint and rowoon is like omg who

and you look at him and you're like well he's a tall clueless handsome guy

and rowoon stares at you like he sounds nice

and you're like you

and he's like oh that's nice - WAIT

taeyang

flirts with you but it flops because he's been flirting with you since you first met

so you cannot tell the difference and taeyang is like what am i doing wrong

inseong: karma for always winking and calling them cute when now you want them to do it back to you

taeyang: shuttup sad old man

inseong: you've been hanging out too much with chani. sniffle

he decides ok so regular flirting doesn't work, so what about lowkey flexing?

he wears the expensive watch and puts his hand in front of you like, hey and you're like hi? and he's like notice anything? and you're like .... um..... oh, your tag is sticking out of your shirt! and taeyang is like .........F

ok so not flexing, what about compliments?

he piles like ten of them on you and you're like oh - thanks, but i don't really like this outfit anyway and he's like....F

ok so not flexing, compliments, let's try playing hard to get

he gives you the cold shoulder when you come over and you immediately are like taeyang are you mad at me if you are im sorry so stop being a weirdo and he's like........F

finally he just reverts to himself and just keeps up the regular flirting and the soft touches and smiles

and he realizes the difference now is when he flirts - he just has to follow up on it

so when he asks " i cant taste my lips, can you do it for me?"

and you reply with "sure" and roll your eyes

he just . does kiss you and you're like oh.

and he's like well what do you say and you're like your lips taste sweet and he's like NO I MEAN-

you just kiss him again because now you get what he actually means LOL

hwiyoung

sulks when you're not around, and then doesn't go near you when you are around

it's like please make up your mind

is the definition of if i stare at you long enough you will fall in love with me right?

but he stares from ten feet away

it takes everyone all their strength to drag him out of his room when you're over and even then he puts his hoodie up and plays with his shoelaces and acts like he's a five year old

when he gets put next to you in the car ride somewhere he almost passes out from holding his breath from nervousness and you turn to him and you're like hwi you're turning purple?!?!?

you tap his shoulder when he isn't looking and call him hwi~ and he thinks his knees like. give out he crumbles to the floor and you're like oh my god are you sick??!?!!?

to put it simply, being in love forces him to lose his human ability to live

gets a pep talk from literally every member about how he cannot act like this. it's giving you the wrong impression and yet he just

he can't do anything about it you enter his personal space and the little nerves in his brain go haywire

"i don't want them to think im being rude, but it's kind of like im allergic to them."

"oh - you're allergic to me?"

hwiyoung turns and you're giving him a look and he's like oh god i mean - i don't - i mean like -

and he doesn't know what to say but you just giggle and you're like "fine, if you're allergic we'll have to make immune"

and he's like blinking like wha-

you wrap your hands around him and he's like !!!! and you're like here just take me in large doses until you build up immunity ok?

hwiyoung nodding because he has forgotten the entirety of the korean language

chani

realizes he's being freaking weird when he bails on his plans to eat and game to hang out with you

prioritizing social interaction over being alone in his room......now that's not normal

yes, ok, so he likes you - but now he's like

no one can ever know that. i will not be left alone if anyone finds out.

unfortunately, he asks jaeyoon of all people if he knows what food you like and jaeyoon is like

OH YOU WANNA ASK THEM ON A DATE RIGHT SO YOU WANNA LOOK UP RESTAURANTS WITH THAT FOOD RIGHT?

chani standing in the doorway like. what. no....

the minute chani starts picking the spot next to you when you're all together is his downfall

the entire world knows how he feels and he's like oh fuck seriously

he helps you go shopping and he comes home and every member is just like :) tell us about the date :)

and he's like SHUTTUP

calls you by a nickname and rowoon almost chokes on his food in surprise, because chani?????? gave someone???? a nickname????? and it isn't a combination of the word ass and hole?????

he cannot escape the fact that little things for others, are big things for him

being attentive and caring and even just smiling in your presence is enough to give away how he's feeling

let alone he dropped a rank in league so everyone is like ah - he's distracted with someone~!

it gets unbearable to a point where chani is like i cant live with these people always bothering me so im just going to confess

he pulls you aside and is like "i want to date you - is that ok?" and you're like of course, was wondering when you'd ask dummy and he's like,,,,,,listen,,,,

assumes the teasing will die down when you both come into the room holding hands

BUT OH IS HE WRONG

inseong: i got dibs on being the wedding planner, eat dirt youngbin

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get to know our writers | event masterlist

we’re here with our event masterlist and we’re so happy to start reblogging all the amazing works! thank you so much to all the writers for sending in their works.

to our readers, dive into some indulging fics!

my names megan and i mostly write for nct mostly, but I also write for ateez, stray kids and anyone else my mind wants to put into fake scenarios! i tend to write mostly angst.. just a warning 😅

i’ll show you who’s in control renjun genres: smut, roommates to lovers warnings: edging, oral sex, praise kink, size kink, nipple play, finger sucking, breath play, unprotected sex, bondage, blindfold word count: 7.9k

good girl doyoung genres: smut warnings: daddy kink, unprotected sex, mention of overstimulation, mention of blood word count: 1.1k

hi! I’m zoe, I normally write tooth rotting fluff and smut for several groups! i primarily write for nct but i also write for seventeen, ateez, stray kids, the boyz, and pentagon.

pain is pleasure jungwoo genres: smut, hint of fluff warnings: bdsm, dom/sub dynamic, unprotected sex, corruption kink, toys, sadism/masochism, dirty talk, degradation, praise, choking, pseudo-exhibitionism, overstimulation, dacryphilia, impact play, bondage, oral sex, thigh riding, throat fucking, subspace, dom/sub dynamics word count: 7.3k

mistress knows best yangyang genres: smut, fluff, slight angst warnings: dom/sub dynamics, praise, degrading, bsdm, impact play, overstimulation, mommy kink, daddy kink, orgasm denial, edging, corruption kink, polyamory, sexting, feminization, lingerie, phone sex, oral sex, dry humping, nipple play, unprotected sex word count: 15.8k

hi, i'm bee, your resident lazy writer. i currently write for nct, svt, txt, and bts. i'm looking forward to sharing/reading with everyone!

freeze frame doyoung genres: smut, angst, fluff warnings: cam boys, masturbation, drinking, oral sex, unprotected sex word count: 6.1k

cinnamon and sugar jaehyun genres: fluffy smut warnings: oral sex, food play word count: 1k

hi I'm cc.i write for all 23 members (x ofc/reader). i mostly write romcom fluff with smut. i intend to write other genres too, darker themes, etc!

improvising hendery genres: college au, romantic comedy, friends to lovers, smut warnings: nipple play, fingering, creampie word count: 6.2k

head on collision yuta genres: college au, romance, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, smut warnings: impact play word count: 13.8k

hi there !! i'm jiji & i write about nct that revolves around the genres; smut, crack, + angst.^^ i’m fairly new to the site so i hope you’ll support me and watch this little sprout, blossom !! 🕺✨

babygirl yuta, jaehyun genres: smut, college au warnings: age gap, infidelity, degradation, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, breath play, angry sex, impact play, size kink, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics word count: 13k

holy fuck jaehyun genres: smut warnings: age gap, mentions of religion, orgasm denial, oral sex, public sex word count: 4.8k

hi, i'm sara! my blog is pretty much me simping over taeyong and the occasional fic posting. i write about most members just won't write mature content for the 3 youngest. don't be shy and drop by!

meant to be jaehyun genres: victorian era, first love, innocent love, arranged marriage, smut warnings: n/a word count: 10.3k

need to know winwin genres: smut warnings: cam show, masturbation, oral sex, unprotected sex, toys, dirty talk word count: 4.6k

hi I'm nina, an introvert who is also part time hoeing for yuta. i write any genre or any concept for nct's osaka prince. if you want some yuta fics, you know where to find me. 🤭

stranger yuta genres: smut warnings: oral sex, face riding, protected sex word count: 1.2k

sir yuta genres: smut warnings: sugar dating, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, edging word count: 1.5k

hi, i'm rai! i mostly write smut for the dreamies nowardays. your resident puppy jeno enjoyer. my blog is 70% screaming about jeno and 30% writing, you have been warned

morning sweetness jeno genres: soft smut warnings: dom/sub dynamics, puppy play, thigh humping, breast play, subspace, mommy kink, praise word count: 1.6k

dirty surprises jeno, jaemin genres: smut warnings: polyamory, dom/sub dynamics, slight pet play, toys, fingering, hair pulling, oral sex, impact play, degradation, masturbation, subspace, orgasm control, breath play, unsafe sex, alcohol word count: 4.2k

i’m gela, and i write for the Jungs (Jaehyun & Sungchan) of NCT, hence the name, theje0ngs~

four things jaehyun genres: smut, college au warnings: oral sex, hairpulling, mentions of drunk people, alcohol, daddy kink, nipple play, safe sex word count: 1.9k

divorce papers jaehyun genres: angst, smut, marriage au warnings: oral sex, safe sex, sex under the influence of alcohol, mentions of divorce, mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of alcohol poisoning, drunk driving word count: 8k

hey! I'm angel and I write all genres for nct members born in 2000 and earlier, but mostly smut. '99 liner, Johnny biased. The themes of my fics range from crack-filled smut to heart-wrenching angst.

the art of seduction - the beauty jaehyun genres: smut, fluff, angst warnings: fingering, oral sex, breath play, brief mention of sexual harassment in the workplace, manipulation word count: 5.6k

go there with you jaemin genres: smut, roommate au warnings: daddy kink, praise kink, humiliation, impact play, throat fucking, rough sex, mirror sex word count: 6k

hiii I am cee. i am a multi and i write for nct, bts, monsta x, got7, exo, ateez and other groups i may get as a request

i’m sorry jaehyun genres: angst, smut, fluff, loves to exes au, idol au warnings: mentions of drinking, fingering, oral sex, breath play, nipple play, slight pain play word count: 2.5k

summertime sadness ten genres: angst, smut, fluff, lovers to exes au warnings: oral sex, nipple play, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, dirty talk, creampie, mentions of tattoos word count: 4.7k

hii :3 i'm meowniee and i write for nct members. i write smut the most, but sometimes a little fluffy with kinky themes. i love interactions, so my inbox are always open <3

first doyoung genres: romantic smut, established relationship au warnings: oral sex, fingering, loss of virginity word count: 4.2k

shower jaehyun genres: kinky smut, idol au warnings: oral sex, fingering, masturbation, manhandling, finger sucking, thigh riding, shower sex word count: 2.4k

hi, my name’s yani, and i’m an nct-focused blog with a haechan bias <3 i most oftenly write for haechan, johnny, and mark, but i hope to expand my writing as i continue!

secrets johnny, doyoung, yuta genres: smut warnings: infidelity, impact play, degradation, oral sex, fingering word count: 4.8k

(there's a) thin line (between pain and pleasure) johnny genres: smut, roommates au warnings: unprotected sex, impact play word count: 1.9k

hi! i'm inna and i write for nct and baekhyun. a big simp for jaehyun, taeyong, baekhyun, mark lee and nomin, and the rest of nct lol.

dilf jaehyun jaehyun genres: smut, neighbors au warnings: age gap, profanities, oral sex, impact play, breath play, creampie, breeding kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, unprotected sex word count: 2.6k

backstage games jeno, jaemin genres: rockstar au, smut warnings: polyamory, smoking, dom/sub dynamics, breath play, hair pulling, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation, safe sex word count: 2.2k

hey nana here! for the majority i write for nct but am trying to branch out and write for other idols i like atm <3

stupid girl jaehyun genres: 2000s chat room au, smut, drama, psychological thriller, established relationship, college au warnings: oral sex, fingering, public sex, auralism, face fucking, protected/unprotected sex, impact play, breath play, cream pie, cum play, dom/sub dynamic, toxic/mutual codependent relationship, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, obsession, gaslighting/manipulation, violence, drinking, mentions of drugs word count: 33.5k

airbag jeno, jaemin genres: smut, angst, drama, fwb au, doomed romance, established relationship warnings: infidelity, alcohol, praise kink, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, oral sex, cumplay, creampie, rough sex, boob play, claim kink, impact play, finger sucking, hair pulling kink word count: 18.6k

haii luvies♡ name is ysa i am 19 and i write mainly for nct💫

boy toy jaehyun genres: smut, fluff ,angst, forbidden love au warnings: smoking, cursing, infedility, breath play, nipple play, oral sex, unprotected sex word count: 2.9k

n/a jaehyun genres: smut warnings: overstimulation, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink word count: n/a

hi, I am pat! jaemin, taeyong and hendery are my nct biases! ^^ i like to write fun fics that are both fluffy and smutty. other than that, i reblog lots of nct stuff.

one of a kind jaemin genres: fluff, comedy, slight angst, smut, strangers to lovers au warnings: alcohol consumption, infidelity, cursing, protected sex, daddy kink, oral sex, handjob, impact play, praising word count: 12.3k

bet on it jaemin genres: smut, fluff, light angst, fake dating au, college au, idiots to lovers au warnings: infidelity, alcohol consumption, smoking, manipulative behaviour, oral sex, thigh riding, impact play, marking, overstimulation, protected sex word count: 21.2k

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yeonjun + rocker!au courtesy of @/wingkkun <3

chai (@wingkkun) you are my favorite person ever <3 thanks for dealing with me and my stupid ideas <3 and thank you for giving me an excuse to write this <3 <3 love you very much <3 <3 <3

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is an old idea I had for san but have now repurposed for yeonjun. sue me. I'm very good at recycling.)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: Rain to Be

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Set the scene. A bar two streets from the university, lights dimmed between sets. Everyone’s talking, drinking, laughing, waiting for the next band to come on stage and start their set.

It starts like this: Yeonjun multitasking behind the bar, cleaning several glasses, wiping down the table, flashing flirty smiles and mixing up drinks for the many tipsy students wasting their money this fine Friday night. He takes a shot in the back courtesy of Soobin as Taehyun watches with one disapproving eyebrow raised, but Yeonjun can hold his alcohol. One shot barely makes him buzzed.

Or so he believes until the next band comes on stage.

Because - it can’t be anything but alcohol turning up the heat in his face when he sees you on stage, right? A stranger, a singer, a university student in a rock band with the most beautiful voice and most alluring smile would never fluster him like this. He’s the one who does the flustering most of the time, sending winks and flying kisses to the giggling tipsy patrons of the bar. Even in the light of day, Yeonjun is the one who gives out his number, asks for someone’s instagram, laughs and charms and sweet-talks his way into what he needs and what he wants. He’s been flustered, sure, but never this fast and never by someone who hasn’t even noticed him, who isn’t even trying -

Then you turn, and like in the movies, time seems to slow down as you lock eyes with him.

Your smile is wild, the microphone in your hand held out to the side as you shift with the music. For a moment your gaze drifts to the side as you nod to the drummer and Yeonjun feels his stomach drop with disappointment (disappointment? Why disappointment? He doesn’t even know your name) right before his heart threatens to beat out of his chest when you turn back and lock eyes with him once more.

He blushes. Really blushes, as in he’s certain that were it not for the dim lighting, anyone could see the red he knows must be creeping up his cheeks and ears. Hell, maybe people can see it right now. His face has never felt this hot because of another person before.

Which is not helped by the smirk on your face as you finish the song staring right into his eyes, only looking away to take a bow when the entire bar begins to cheer.

He tears his eyes away from you, then, turning back to the bar where five glasses are waiting to be cleaned, the counter is waiting to be wiped, and several new people are waiting to be served. Taehyun doesn’t seem to have noticed anything, thank god, and when Beomgyu slides into a stool during the next song to chatter away in Taehyun’s ear, Yeonjun breathes a sigh of relief. Maybe he won’t go insane tonight, after all, if none of his best friends have seen him like this yet.

Two (really good) songs later, out of the corner of his eye, Yeonjun sees someone sits down at the counter. One glance at Taehyun tells him that his coworker is still engrossed in conversation with Beomgyu, so Yeonjun lifts his lips in his signature smile to serve them -

He freezes.

It’s you.

Up close, you’re even more breathtaking than before. Your makeup has smudged, sweat beading on your forehead, but the smile on your face is as wild and charming as he thought when you first locked eyes on stage.

Every single word he could have said immediately flies out of the window.

But, as it turns out, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t just your smile that’s charming - you trick words out of him, one by one, until you’ve both been laughing and chatting at the bar for half an hour, then an hour, and then an hour and a half before someone’s yelling for you across the room and Taehyun’s calling him from the back, something about a drunk Soobin and a sleeping Beomgyu. You exchange glances - apologetic, brief, but accompanied with a good talking to you on his part (seriously? That’s all he could say to you?) and an I’ll see you again on yours.

Yeonjun carries the high of that conversation with him throughout the rest of the night, barely caring when he has to drag Soobin’s drunk ass to Kai’s car, barely noticing when someone throws up right by the bar. He’s heading back to the dorms with Taehyun at around three in the morning when he has a realization that stops him right in his tracks.

He never got your name. And more importantly, and more stupidly -

He never got your number.

No one he talks to knows was at the bar that night. None of them know your band. Most of them think you and your bandmates probably don’t even go here - they go to the other university a few miles away. And despite your words, you never show up to Yeonjun’s little university bar again.

So he never sees you again.

Until Beomgyu decides to get a tattoo, that is.

. . . . .

Set the scene. A rainy day, almost torrential. Only a few cars are out as clouds pour the wrath of the gods onto the streets, everyone else hiding out indoors until the downpour stops, or at least eases.

It starts like this: Beomgyu still doesn’t have a car so he’s hijacked Yeonjun’s (Yeonjun is driving, of course, because he absolutely does not trust Beomgyu with his only reliable mode of transportation), and he’s rambling about the tattoo he wants - a cluster of stars surrounding a little planet right on his ankle, it’s the cutest thing ever you’ll see Yeonjun it’ll be amazing.

Yeonjun mostly wants to take a nap.

But Beomgyu’s been so excited about this tattoo for the past two weeks, had looked so upset when the rain started pouring four hours before his appointment, that Yeonjun couldn’t do anything but offer up his car to get Beomgyu there and back. It’s not as if he has anything to do today, anyway - it’s his day off, and he was just going to spend it loafing around and sleeping.

They arrive at the tattoo parlor and sprint inside under Yeonjun’s umbrella. They’re only a little bit soaked as Beomgyu pushes open the door, lighting up the parlor with his excitement as he checks in with the receptionist about his appointment. Soon, he’s in the back with the guy named Hongjoong who’s going to do his tattoo, and Yeonjun’s left to wait the hour or so out in the front.

He scrolls through his phone for half an hour until the repetitive drumming of rain on the windows begins threatening to put him to sleep. He’s about to give in, closing his phone and settling himself more comfortably in his chair, when someone emerges from the back and approaches the counter.

The movement doesn’t really catch his eye, at first. He almost just ignores it. But something about the person’s voice pokes at something in the back of his mind, a reminder, a memory...

Yeonjun opens his eyes and sees you.

It’s only for a second - almost as soon as he looks up, you give the receptionist a nod and a smile and disappear into the back again. But that minute smile was enough for Yeonjun to confirm that it’s you, it’s really you - the singer in that dark bar back in university, the one who locked eyes with him and made him blush and talked to him until the early hours of the morning.

The singer whose name he never learned, and whose number he never got.

Yeonjun sits, frozen, until Beomgyu returns to the front, practically beaming with all his excitement. Yeonjun does his best to shake himself out of the daze, to act normal as Beomgyu pays for the tattoo and gets all the information he needs before heading back out to the car. The downpour has eased a little but new tattoos aren’t supposed to get wet, so Yeonjun volunteers to drive the car up front so Beomgyu doesn’t have to go out into the rain.

Once in the car, damp and wide-eyed, Yeonjun takes a breath. Or tries to, anyway. It’s fine. It will all be fine. It was a chance occurrence, to see you again, and he shouldn't feel this shaken about it anyway. University has come and gone. He’s a semi-functioning adult now. He shouldn’t still be hung up over a thing that never happened - he’s not hung up over it. Absolutely not.

Yeah. He takes another deep breath. Yeah, he’s not hung up over it at all.

“What took you so long?” Beomgyu whines when he pulls up to the front. “I was waiting for you forever.”

“Nothing, Beomgyu,” is all Yeonjun says, avoiding Beomgyu’s eyes as he slides into the car. “Nothing at all.”

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12 Days of The Boyz - Haknyeon

Pairing: best friend!Haknyeon x reader

Summary: A surprise snowball fight with your best friend leads to a confession you didn’t expect

Warnings: play fighting, mention of broken bone (not graphic at all)

Genre: fluff, best friend au, college au

WC: 810

Artist Note: Hi! Just a few Christmas themed drabbles for fun! I'll post one every day-ish from Dec 6th - 24th! (weekdays only) minors dni with the smut drabbles! If you want to be tagged let me know :) Submitting this for the holiday event @ficscafe

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The doorbell rang three times in succession, startling you out of your thoughts as you drank coffee by your kitchen window. You padded to the front door, still in your pajamas, wondering who could be coming over to visit at such an early hour.

Swinging the door open, you were greeted with a snowball to the chest causing you to gasp, shocked by the sudden ambush and the cold wet spot now on your shirt.

You shook your head, feigning anger as you searched for Haknyeon. He had to be hiding somewhere, he hadn’t tried to sneak up on you like this since you were kids but you knew it was him. You hadn’t seen your best friend in months as he transferred to a new university after sophomore year. “He must be back home for the holidays”, you thought.

Stepping out onto your front porch, you called out, “When I find you, you're dead. We’re not too old to go to war, Hak.”

Turning around, you went back inside, running into your room to grab your coat, gloves, and a beanie. You were hopping back towards the door while trying to shove your left foot into your boot. Looking out your peephole, you saw Haknyeon waiting for you on your porch, another snowball in hand.

A devilish grin spread across your face as an idea popped into your head. Turning on your heel, you went out into the backyard, quickly making two snowballs and stuffed one into the pocket of your coat.

Sprinting back to your front door, you checked the peephole again and confirmed that Haknyeon hadn’t snuck off to ambush you once more.

With a sly grin on your face, you opened the door.

“Y/n! He—

You hit him in the stomach with the first snowball and ran past him down your front steps. Turning around agilely, you threw your second snowball, tossing it too high and accidentally hitting Haknyeon in the face.

With wide eyes, you gasped, covering your face with your gloved hands. “Oh my god, Haknyeon are you okay? I am so sorry.”

You ran over to the man, praying you didn’t break his nose or something.

Haknyeon was covering his face with his hands bent over in pain, voice strangled as he said, “Jeez y/n. I think you broke something.”

You kneeled, trying to look at his face. “I’m so sorry. It was an accide—

Haknyeon blew snow into your face and hit you with a snowball, causing you to shriek at his clever stunt.

“You tricked me!” You ran after him, intent on getting your revenge.

The two of you ran around in your backyard for a while, throwing snowballs at each other and acting like you were ten-year-old children again. You hadn’t realized how much you missed actually hanging out with Haknyeon in person again. You were both busy with classes but you did make time to text whenever you could but it wasn’t the same as being together all the time like you used to be.

You chased Haknyeon with two snowballs in your hands, laughing at the way you were both slowly running, losing steam after goofing off outside for so long. You threw the first snowball and missed. “I give up.” You announced.

“Same.” Haknyeon stopped and fell back into the snow, pulling you down with him.

Now out of breath, you dropped the snowball in your hand and laid back to stare up at the sky, allowing the occasional snowflake to land on your face. “That was so fun, I can’t believe we did that this early in the morning.”

Haknyeon laughed beside you, “Yeah, I just got home this morning and I wanted to see you right away and I figured why not?”

You turned to look at your friend, smiling at his thoughtfulness and spontaneity. “You didn’t have to come over this early, you should go home and rest. We can hang out later.”

Haknyeon looked at you, “N-no, I— uh, I wanted to tell you something.” He seemed shy all of the sudden, something you didn’t see too often since you guys are so close.

“What’s up?” You sat up, leaning back on your elbows in the snow.

Haknyeon paused for a moment, “I have feelings for you, y/n. I thought about you a lot while I was away last semester and I can’t ignore these feelings any longer.”

You smiled at his words, “Guess, what?”

“What?” He looked up at you, curious as to what your response would be to his confession.

“I have feelings for you too.” You gave Haknyeon a quick peck on the cheek and crushed a snowball over his head, before running off to make more snowballs.

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hyungseos-cafe · 3 months

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the letterbox series ; chapter five - the baker

paring: the boyz younghoon x gn!reader

genre: time travel au, fluff, angst

warning: none

word count: 781

taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock

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When I woke up, I was disappointed to find that I had woken up yet again, in the same basement. It was so cold that I was shivering. I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen only to see the snow outside. Once again, the house looked different, the walls were painted a beige color along with toys scattering the living room.

Mother was standing in the kitchen with her apron on cleaning the counters as she smiled at me.

“Y/n! Why don’t you walk to the new bakery down the street? We need some more bread”

“Sure!” My mother gave me some cash

“Go bundle up, and grab something for yourself too!”

“Thank you, I’ll be back in a bit!”

As soon as I left the house, the cool, dry air hit me like a truck. It was like a winter wonderland outside, it was so beautiful, yet so cold. Luckily the bakery that opened up was a 10 minute walk from the house.

The outside looked like a typical bakery, but as soon as I walked inside, the smell of fresh baked bread engulfed my entire body and lulled me in. The inside was made with brick, but modern with the furniture and industrial lighting.

When the doorbell chimed, I was met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes that looked relieved to see me. The owner of those beautiful brown eyes was equally as beautiful, he was tall, his uniform covered with light dustings of flower and chocolate covered his apron. He looked tired, but happy nonetheless, especially after I walked in.

“Hi! Welcome to Prism Bakery! How can I help you?” The boy asked

“Hi, are you guys new here? My mother asked me to grab some more bread, so that’s why I’m here!”

“Oh, yes, we just opened last week!”

“Perfect, mind if I look around a little bit– Younghoon?” I glanced quickly at his name tag

“Absolutely, if you have any questions, let me know!”

I nodded back with a smile, slowly making my way around the bakery. I couldn’t help but notice how eloquent the interior was, it was a stark difference compared to all the older buildings surrounding the city.

As I turned the corner, my eyes met the most beautiful eclair, it was perfectly baked with a beautiful chocolate glaze, garnished with berries and mint. Younghoon noticed my gazed eyes and smiled proudly

“Do you like eclairs? Those are my favorite!”

“Oh, really? I love them too! This one is so beautiful, did you make it?”

“I sure did, would you like one?”

“I would love one!”

Once he turned to package the eclair, I excitedly skipped to the register and quickly pulled out my wallet.

“This is on me actually, so don’t worry about paying”

I stood back in astonishment, my jaw dropping to the floor. How could I take something so beautiful for free?

“A-are you sure? How can I pay you back?”

“Overcoffee” He quietly mumbled under his breath

“W-what was that?” I began sweating, hoping that I hadn’t misheard him

“O-over c-coffee?”

I stood there shocked, I knew where this would lead and I had to remember grandfather’s words. I can’t get attached because this isn’t my time, I am in another time continuum. By the time I could respond Younghoon had already walked away

“Or, that’s okay we don’t have to get coffee. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m not particularly interested, but thank you for the eclair!” I had to lie through my teeth, I felt so bad for the boy, I know he was so excited.

I left the bakery with a few loaves of bread and a somber heart. Grandfather, through his writings, warned me that if I got too attached and stayed, I would be stuck in the time continuum forever, like him. Half of me wanted to scream and cry, but the other half of me knew better than to go against grandfather because he knew the consequences.

When I arrived home, mother beamed as she saw the loaves of bread clutched tightly in my arms

“Y/n, you’re home! How was the bakery? Did you get something for yourself?”

“It was wonderful! I got myself a chocolate eclair!”

“That sounds wonderful dear”

I nodded and headed to my bedroom where I began to write to Younghoon. My initial plan was to have the letter delivered to him the next morning since my mother would be dropping by. Unfortunately, that did not go as planned, as the next morning I woke up back in the same cold, and dark basement.

Younghoon never got my letter.

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rosyl-stuff · 3 years

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Pretend You Like Me

Paring: Ji Changmin (The Boyz) x reader

Genre: eeehmm… fake dating!au; enemies to lovers/friends, angst?, some short fluffy moments

Word Count: around 1.8k

A/N: i had some trouble with finding out if this has any triggers or not, if you found it triggering, please tell me why and i add those as warnings

You took one last look in the mirror. You looked good, you decided. Still, you couldn't help but be nervous as hell. Your stomach felt like it was turning the whole time and, you wanted to change again and spend the evening in bed. Unfortunately, you couldn't, because the charity event tonight was organised by your own mother. She expected you to be there and act like the perfect child. The perfect child, of course, also included the perfect partner, successful and good-looking. And you had this kind of partner until three weeks ago. He broke up with you. He no longer had feelings for you and was falling in love with someone else. He didn't cheat on you, but you were still hurt and had feelings for him. To make it worse, he was a friend of the family and therefore, he will attend the event tonight, most likely accompanied by the person he had fallen in love with.

A glance at the clock told you that your date was late. Of course, you thought. Ji Changmin was a colleague of yours. He was successful and good-looking. However, you didn't like each other very much. He knew everything better and only cared about himself. He probably thought you were bitchy and overbearing. But he was the best choice if you wanted to keep your dignity tonight. Who knows, maybe you could even make your ex jealous and come back to you.

Changmin was 10 minutes late by now. If he's any later, you thought, I certainly won't help him with his project. Convincing Changmin to go to the charity event as your date was kinda damaging for your pride, but he didn't think much of you anyway, so why not try. It probably even gave him satisfaction to see you begging him. Of course, he wanted something in return. He wanted you to help him with his upcoming big project. Not like you don't have enough work on your desk already, you thought.

Finally, the doorbell rang and, you pulled open the door to your apartment. "About time. My mum will kill me if we're any later." He just rolled his eyes and muttered, "Nice to see you too." At his car, he opened the passenger door and let you in. He jogged around the car, got in and drove off. Both of you were silent and, it wasn't a pleasant silence either. Changmin seemed to feel the same way because he cleared his throat and said, "Shall we go through our story again?" "It might make sense!" you sighed and started, "Well, we know each other from the company. Probably the only thing that isn't a lie!" "We used to have lunch together. And I liked you for quite some time, so I mustered up all my courage and asked you out," Changmin continued, his words dripping with mockery. "I was a little surprised, but I agreed. On our first date at an Italian restaurant, we found out that we get along really well and have a lot in common", you continued the story unimpressed by Changmin's behaviour. "Like tennis, for example" "I hate tennis!" you interjected. "Not tonight!" Changmin returned, grinning. "Do you have to make it harder than it already is?" you sighed. "Yep!" Changmin returned cheerfully, "Sometimes it's easier, to tell the truth! You'll learn that tonight!" "Are you threatening me? Listen, if you ruin this tonight, you can forget about my help with your oh-so-great project. And I promise you, your job at the company will feel like hell!" Changmin laughed, obviously not bothered by your threat. "All good. I'll try my best to impress your mother. After all, there are many influential people there tonight." "Are you using me to make new connections?" you asked, shocked. The thought hadn't occurred to you.

Changmin didn't answer any more, because you had arrived. After he parked, he got out and opened the door for you. You took another deep breath before you took his hand, which he held out to you. It was pleasantly warm and warmed your nervous cold hands. His thumb gently stroked the back of your hand as if he had sensed your nervousness.

Shortly after you entered the event hand in hand, your mother floated towards you. She hugged you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. "How nice that you finally found your way here." "Hi Ma, this is Changmin. Changmin, this is my mother." "Nice to meet you! Sorry for being late. Y/N had a bit of an outfit dilemma." said Changmin with a charming smile. Your jaw dropped. Did he really just say that you thought. Your mother paid no attention to you, laughing at Changmin's comment, "Yeah, that's how you know them." "Come along, there's someone over there I want you to meet." She led the way and, Changmin held out his arm for you to hook onto. You took his arm and whispered to him, "What was that all about? You were the one who was late!" "Yep, but that doesn't make a good impression!" he said with a grin. You gave him one last dirty look before putting on your charming smile as you were both introduced to a handful of important people.

After a while, you had a little break from Changmin as he was deep in conversation with some businessman. And then you saw him, your ex. Before you could hide, he had already spotted you and came to you. "Y/N! How nice to see you!" he said and gave you a quick hug. "H-Hi!" you stuttered and were probably already as red as a tomato. "Your mum said you're not here alone?" your ex asked. "Y-yes, um no. I'm here with Changmin. From the company." "Oh really? I always thought you didn't like that guy." "Yeah." you said, laughing nervously, "Turns out he's quite nice." Your ex eyed you sceptically. "And we have a lot in common. Tennis, for example. I love tennis."

Before the conversation could get any more awkward, you felt two arms wrap around you from behind and how someone gently kissed your cheek. "There you are. Shall we go to the buffet?" said Changmin and pulled you closer to him. You were a little speechless and stunned by the sudden closeness to Changmin and only glanced at your ex, who continued to look at you sceptically. Changmin followed your gaze: "Hi, I'm Changmin," he said, but his friendliness seemed fake. Your ex only nodded briefly and turned to leave.

Changmin pulled you towards the buffet and whispered: "My God, that was pathetic. Stuttering around and blushing. Not being able to get a sentence out. Your ex couldn't have been that great." Annoyed, you pushed his arms away from you and stomped to the buffet on your own. Changmin followed you and asked with a grin, "Did I upset you?" Swinging, you turn around and glare at him angrily, "You're a fricking idiot! You don't have to like me ok? But please pretend tonight." You barely managed to stop the tears, turned around and disappeared into the toilet.

Fortunately, no one else was there and Changmin did not follow you. It took a while, but then you felt ready to face the world again. When you left the bathroom, Changmin was standing there, waiting. When he saw you, he came up to you and pulled you into his arms. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." "Yes, you did," you grumbled, but you wrapped your arms around him anyways and returned his embrace. A hug was exactly what you needed right now. And it didn't matter now that the hug came from someone who didn't like you. Changmin gently stroked your back, "How long does your mother expect you to stay here?" "Until the end, I'm afraid!" you sighed. "And what if you're not feeling well?" Before you could answer, your mother came up to you. "Are you all right? Have you been crying?" she asked you when she saw your face. You were about to shake your head when Changmin said, "They're not feeling well. I'll take them home now." "Oh, they shouldn't make such a fuss! I'll get you aspirin and you'll be fine," your mother replied. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but we're leaving now," Changmin said firmly and pushed you past your mother towards the exit.

The ride home was silent, but this time it was a more comfortable silence. "Thank you!" you whispered barely audibly, but Changmin seemed to have heard because he reached for your hand and his thumb began gently stroking the back of your hand as he did before. A little later, you realised Changmin was driving the wrong way, "Changmin, you should have turned right." "I know, but I'm still hungry and I thought we both deserve a proper meal now," he said, stopping in front of a fast-food restaurant.

Totally overdressed, you went into the restaurant and ordered. While you were eating, you noticed Changmin's hamster cheeks and started giggling. "What is it?" he asked. "You look cute with your hamster cheeks," you said, still giggling. Changmin glared at you, "You're on thin ice. Very thin ice." You laughed even more and, he couldn't help but smile a little too. During the rest of the meal, you had your first real conversation and realised that you actually had some things in common. And it really wasn't tennis. Afterwards, Changmin drove you home and accompanied you to your flat door. When you were standing in front of it, it was kind of awkward. Do you now shake hands or hug each other goodbye? You opened the door and turned to him again: "Thank you very much. I don't know how I would have done it without you today." "No problem. Sorry again. You're not pathetic." You rolled your eyes with a smile, "I know myself that it's high time for me to get over him." "If you need help again, let me know," he said. "Thanks!" you said again and then wrapped your arms around his body and buried your face in his chest. A little hesitantly, he also wrapped his arms around you and gently stroked your back. A little later, he gently kissed your temple. "It will be alright," he murmured as you broke away from each other. You smiled at him one last time and then went inside. Maybe he's not that bad.

Back in the car, Changmin let his head fall down on the steering wheel. He couldn't get the sentence: "You don't have to like me ok? But please pretend tonight. " out of his head. At that moment, he would have liked to reply, "But what if I actually do like you." But no, he had to stand there like an idiot and said nothing.

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sankyeom · 4 years

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letters | j.b

pairings: jacob bae x reader, a few elements of younghoon x reader but only a bit genre: college au, strangers to lovers summary: in which jacob accidentally gives you a love letter meant for someone else word count: 3.9k requested: nope! i saw the picture i used for my header on the boyz’s twitter and it just screamed college au so here we are 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

“Are you sure a love letter is the right way to go?” Kevin asked Jacob, a brow raised in concern. “You don’t want to, I don’t know, get their number and just text them?” he suggested. Jacob shot him a pointed look, causing Kevin to raise both his hands in defence. “Just an idea,” the younger boy mumbled, stepping aside so Jacob could face the door.

It had been approximately two months since Jacob first saw his crush in his history class. After endless pining and staring, Kevin and Hyunjae encouraged him to confess to his crush, or at the very least speak to them. Jacob had been far too shy to do so, and instead decided to pour out his feelings into a lovely letter.

Said letter, written with the neatest handwriting Jacob could muster on sky blue paper, was now clasped in Jacob’s hands as he and Kevin stood outside his crush’s dorm. “Is this too much?” Jacob wondered. Kevin smiled, shaking his head. “Okay,” Jacob whispered, bending over and slipping the note under the door.

On the other side of the door, you were sitting at your desk and studying your vocabulary for your upcoming French midterm. Once the letter was completely out of Jacob’s sight, he stood back up again and let out a sigh of relief.

“Great,” Kevin patted his friend on the shoulder. “Now let’s get something to eat, I’m literally starving,” he exaggerated as the door next to yours opened.

Jacob’s mouth dropped open in shock as his crush exited the room next to yours, chatting with their roommate as the two trudged down the hallway past them. “That-“ Jacob stammered, pointing at his crush’s back. “That’s-“ The colour drained from Jacob’s face as he turned paler by the second.

Kevin seemed to have enough sense to realise what was happening as his hand came to cover his mouth, eyes widening in surprise behind his glasses. “You mean-“ he pointed at the door Jacob had slipped his letter under, then back at his crush walking away from them. “That isn’t-“ Jacob frantically shook his head, indicating that he had indeed put his letter under the wrong person’s door. “Oh gosh.”

After an hour of studying, you finally had enough as you closed your laptop and took ahold of your phone, texting Younghoon to see if he wanted to get some coffee with you. Your best friend had replied with a pleased affirmative, telling you that he would swing by your dorm so you could go to the campus coffee shop together before it closed.

As you did a visual sweep of your room to try and find your wallet, something blue caught your eye: a little blue envelope at the foot of your door. Someone must have slipped it under the crack at the bottom of your door while you were studying, since you hadn’t noticed it when you came back to your dorm. Curious, you got up to collect the little envelope and read what was on it.

To the one who makes my heart soar

You blinked. That was unexpected. Your brows furrowed together as you opened the envelope and read the letter that had carefully been placed inside.

You probably don’t know who I am, so let me introduce myself. My name is Jacob Bae. I’ve seen you in class for the past two months and I think you’re incredibly beautiful. I never considered myself to be somebody shallow who focuses only on looks, but something about you makes me want to gaze at you all day long. I’m sorry if that sounds weird. Your smile gives me butterflies when I see it. Sometimes I get jealous of whoever made it appear because I wish I was the cause for it. I want to get to know you better. I want to know what else makes you smile. You’re very extroverted and confident. I’m more on the shy side most of the time. I like when classes meet late at night because it means that I get to see you when I end my day. My heart beats faster when I’m near you. Sometimes you walk past me to get to your seat and I feel like I might stop breathing. I hope this didn’t make you uncomfortable.

You felt a little embarrassed once you had finished reading. It wasn’t just a note, it was a love letter. Dedicated to you. You had never received a love letter from anybody before, nonetheless somebody you weren’t even familiar with.

“Y/n!” Younghoon called, knocking eagerly on your door. You easily opened it, revealing your smiley best friend. “Ready to go?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Almost,” you said. Instead of taking his hand, you held up the blue paper with a raised eyebrow. “How do you reject someone?”

Taking a sip of coffee at the table in the campus coffee shop, Younghoon was thrilled to listen to your recap. “Wait a second,” he interrupted your explanation. “Did you say his name was Jacob Bae?” he inquired. You nodded, showing him the letter as evidence. “I know him! He’s friends with Hyunjae and Juyeon,” Younghoon recalled, taking out his phone to show you a picture of him.

You observed the brunet in the Instagram post on Younghoon’s screen. At first glance you could tell that he was attractive. He had big eyes and a kind smile, and after a few moments of scrutinisation you discerned that you recognised Jacob Bae. The two of you shared a Sociology class together. The longer you studied the image, the longer Younghoon studied your expression. “You think he’s cute,” Younghoon stated.

Clearing your throat, you handed the phone back to him and avoided his eyes. You and Younghoon had been friends for so long that you could easily read each other’s expressions with eye contact alone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you denied. “You said he’s friends with Hyunjae and Juyeon?” Younghoon nodded, pocketing his phone. “I guess I know where to go to give him my response, then.”

Younghoon pouted, eyes rounded and lower lip pushed out. “Go easy on him, okay? He’s really nice. Like, really nice. I’m sure he just thought you were really pretty.”

You sighed. “I guess so. And as rare of an occasion as that is, I still can’t accept the confession of someone who I barely know,” you retorted.

“Hey,” Younghoon dropped the puppy face and frowned. “Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous,” he assured you, and by the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes you knew that he was being honest.

Locating Hyunjae and Juyeon in the dining hall was easy enough. The two of them sat with their friends at the same table for almost every single meal, and that evening was no exception. “They’re over there,” you pointed them out to Younghoon. Hyunjae was laughing so hard he was clutching the table in front of him for support at something a black-haired, glasses-wearing boy said to him.

“Hi guys,” Younghoon greeted when the two of you reached the table.

“Younghoon!” Hyunjae exclaimed happily. His eyes always shimmered when he was happy. “Y/n, take a seat you two,” he offered graciously, shuffling up the bench and making room for you both. “This is Kevin,” he introduced the black-haired boy opposite him. Kevin waved at you with a bright smile before giving his attention back to his lunch.

Younghoon and Hyunjae engaged in conversation about their math class, and your eyes flitted across the dining hall to see if you could catch sight of Jacob anywhere. Soon enough, he was making his way over to the table, eyes focused on his phone rather than the path his feet were leading him on. “Hey Jacob,” Kevin greeted his friend brightly.

Jacob looked up from his phone. “Hey Kevin,” he replied before meeting eyes with you.

It was the first time you had been face-to-face, and Jacob was momentarily startled by the new person that sat at his regular table. He stopped in his place, taking his time to take in your features, and could only come to one conclusion: you were absolutely stunning. Jacob was about to introduce himself when he caught sight of the blue envelope on your tray. His entire body froze, eyes wide and lips pursed slightly. Not only were you beautiful, you were the person he accidentally confessed to in a love letter meant for someone else. Confused, Kevin followed Jacob’s line of vision before finding the envelope.

You gave Jacob your best smile despite the fact that you felt like cringing. “Do you have a minute?” you wondered, gently picking the letter up. Wordlessly, Jacob nodded and followed you out of the dining hall, shooting Kevin a worried look behind you. Kevin only shrugged and mirrored his concerned expression. “So…” you trailed off once the two of you were alone.

“Um, you found my letter,” Jacob observed, clasping his hands together to keep him from fidgeting.

“Well, you did put it in my dorm,” you replied with a small laugh. “Um… I don’t really know you very well. And I’m really sorry but I can’t say that I reciprocate your feelings.”

The way you rejected him was so formal that Jacob almost laughed, but then he realised that he was being rejected and he felt his heart hurt a little. The confession wasn’t even for you, and yet you were still rejecting him. The thought made his stomach feel uneasy. “Oh,” was all Jacob could say, nodding his head. “Do you think I could have that back?” he wondered, pointing at the blue envelope. It would be the only thing that could lessen his embarrassment. You easily passed the letter over to him, not heavily attached to it despite the fact that it was the first love letter you ever received. “Thanks.”

“I guess having lunch together might be weird, so I can go somewhere else if you want,” you offered him. Jacob was touched by your thoughtfulness, and it was enough to make a small smile appear on his lips. Jacob was handsome, but you thought he was spectacular when he smiled.

“That’s okay,” Jacob refused your offer. “It’s just a letter.”

When the two of you returned to the table, Jacob realised why you were so gracious while rejecting his offer. The way your eyes lit up when you caught sight of Younghoon, how you easily slipped your hand into his after he opened your drink for you and procured a metal straw from his jacket pocket for you. How you admired Younghoon when he laughed, eyes shaped like crescent moons.

You liked Younghoon; you wouldn’t be waiting for any confession from Jacob or anybody else any time soon.

Not that Jacob could blame you. Younghoon was handsome in a way that made other guys jealous, and he was also goofy and kind. Plus, the two of you seemed to know each other like the back of your hands. The letter wasn’t even for you, it was meant for somebody else. So why couldn’t Jacob look away from you?

“How did that go?” Kevin asked as he and Jacob got up to put their trays away at the end of their meal.

Jacob shrugged, leading the way back to the dorms. “She said she didn’t feel the same. I asked for the letter back. She gave it to me.”

“That’s good, then,” Kevin concluded with a smile. “Sounds like it could have been a lot worse.”

Jacob hummed, a vague sound that didn’t indicate how he felt. “Do you know that guy she was with?”

“Younghoon?” Kevin asked. “Yeah, he’s close with Hyunjae and Juyeon so he’s around sometimes. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” Jacob hums. “He’s really handsome.”

Kevin chuckles. “Right? When he walks around campus with Hyunjae and Juyeon, everyone just stares at them as they pass. Lucky guys.”

“Yeah,” Jacob agreed. Younghoon was lucky. And not just because he was blessed with good looks. The image of you playfully feeding Younghoon a forkful of your lunch came to Jacob’s mind. “Really lucky.”

Kevin was hilarious. And he got along with you really well. This prompted you and Younghoon to start eating with Jacob and his group of friends at every chance you got. During one of the many dinners you had been spending with them, Younghoon hadn’t shown up at first. Jacob thought this might be his chance to speak to you more, but he decided against it out of embarrassment with the love letter situation.

“Where’s Younghoon?” Kevin asked, voicing Jacob’s thoughts.

You smiled. “I see him right over there,” you said, pulling a funny face by sticking your tongue out when your eyes met Younghoon’s across the room. Kevin giggled at your expression, and Jacob couldn’t help but think that you looked gorgeous when you were this carefree. Your hair had been styled away from your face, further exposing your features to Jacob’s affectionate eyes.

Kevin was saw the look on his friend’s face. Jacob had been observing you in a way that Kevin could only imagine him observing his crush. Hiding a smirk, Kevin decided against disturbing Jacob’s gaze and struck up a conversation with Juyeon.

“Hey, you,” Younghoon greeted you as he slid into the seat next to you. “Sorry I’m late. I brought you a gift,” he teased, placing a tiny green tea swiss roll slice from the convenience store.

Your eyes lit up and you took the packaged pastry. “You’re an angel, Kim Younghoon,” you told him. Younghoon giggled, rolling his eyes at your excitement before greeting the others. He seemed to take notice of Jacob persistently peering at you the same way Kevin had.

“Jacob, right?” Younghoon snapped Jacob out of his stare. The two met eyes and Younghoon offered him a friendly smile. “We’re the same age!” Younghoon told him. “We should be friends,” he added.

Jacob nodded, reminding himself to smile. Younghoon was friendly and considerate; it wasn’t his fault that he was blind to the fact that Y/n liked him as more than a friend. “Definitely,” Jacob accorded with a nod. Then, his eyes went back to you. “You like the green tea flavour?” he asked you.

You had already abandoned your dinner in favour of unpacking the swiss role slice, pausing to acknowledge Jacob. “It’s my favourite,” you said with a smile so pure it made Jacob blush.

“I like the green tea flavour too. But chocolate is my favourite,” Jacob replied.

“Younghoonie likes strawberry,” you informed. “With all three of us, we’re a perfect set,” you added happily, referring to how swiss roles came in single slices or in a set of three flavours. Then, recalling how Jacob said he liked it, you broke off some of your swiss role and handed it over to him. Blush intensifying, Jacob accepted the treat with a whisper of a thanks.

You and Jacob never spoke of the letter. It was something you had silently agreed upon, and it just made things easier for you both. Jacob had started sitting with you during your Sociology lecture. Jacob found that you were a little more shy in class, preferring to only participate when it came to clarifying questions that you needed help with rather than answering. The way your brows pulled together and lips pursed when you concentrated was adorable, and Jacob found himself paying more attention to you than your professor.

“Thank god it’s Friday and this mess is over,” you sighed happily. “You ready to go?” Jacob nodded, reaching for his bag before the two of you made your way to the dining hall. You had been giggling at Jacob’s impression of your boring professor when you noticed Younghoon waiting for you outside the dining hall. “Hey Younghoonie,” you greeted him.

Jacob frowned. Younghoon had been dressed in a pair of dark pants with a button up shirt and a nice tan-coloured coat. He looked like a runway model standing by the footsteps leading to the dining hall, and Jacob felt jealous. Not just about the way Younghoon looked, but the way he commanded attention with his height and posture as well. And he certainly had your attention.

Younghoon smiled. “Do you feel like eating out?” he offered with a slight tilt of his head. “My treat. I’m really in the mood for convenience store cup noodles,” he added.

It was impossible for you to not smile back at him. “Sounds good,” you agreed. “As long as it’s your treat.”

Suddenly, Jacob felt like he was intruding. “I’ll see you guys later,” he excused himself with a wave, walking up the steps towards the dining hall to leave you and Younghoon alone.

At the convenience store, you were picking out what noodles you wanted to eat when the colourful treats in the refrigerated section caught your eye. Scanning the shelves, you found what you were looking for and took a pack, happily making your way to the cashier where Younghoon was waiting for you.

His eyes surveyed the colourful packet and he rose an eyebrow. “I thought you only like the green tea flavour?” he asked, motioning to the trio packet of swiss rolls in your hand.

You nodded. “You like strawberry and Jacob likes chocolate,” you told him with a smile. Younghoon paused in place, surprised by your words. He knew that you and Jacob were becoming acquaintances due to your shared Sociology class, but he hadn’t expected you to go out of your way to buy him something. Shrugging, Younghoon passed your food to the cashier and paid for your food.

“Hey,” Kevin greeted you once you and Younghoon sat down at the table in the dining hall with your food. You had both decided it was too cold to sit outside the convenience store and eat, so you made your way back to the University instead. “Nice haul,” he added.

You smiled, greeting him back before taking out the swiss rolls in your pocket. “Here,” you said, taking out the small chocolate roll and offering the packaged treat to Jacob. Jacob simply stared at it. “You said you like chocolate,” you added when Jacob didn’t take it. Kevin raised his arm to cough, using it as an excuse to elbow Jacob on the way back down.

“Oh,” Jacob said, reaching out for the roll. “Thank you,” you didn’t miss the way his fingers brushed against your palm, and the way it tickled slightly. You didn’t mind, though. The slight brush of your hands made you bite your lower lip to suppress a smile, Jacob doing the same with flushed cheeks.

“You like Jacob. Don’t you?” Younghoon asked. During one of your study sessions, Younghoon had gone crazy trying to figure out your feelings. Usually, you were an open book to him. On this matter, you seemed to be closed off.

Startled at the abrupt question, you glanced up from your review packet. Younghoon’s eyes were always soft and comforting. This time, it had been too much for you. You sighed. “Why do you ask?” you inquired.

“Y/n,” Younghoon replied in a kind tone. “He already confessed to you. Why don’t you just tell him?” he wondered.

You bit your lip. “I didn’t like him when he confessed,” you retorted. “I liked someone else.”

And there it was.

Younghoon sighed, closing his eyes. His eyes were warm and comforting and felt like home. When he closed them, you feared for the worst. “Y/n,” he said slowly. “We can’t. You know we can’t.”

You knew what he was referring to.

The elephant in the room.

The mutual, romantic feelings you and Younghoon had for each other. Neither of you were blind to it. And yet, you had never addressed it. Partly because you were afraid of ruining your friendship, but mostly because you knew it would never work out. It simply wasn’t meant to. “I know,” you admitted. “But you’re right. I do like Jacob.”

Younghoon’s eyes opened. They were still warm and still felt like home, but filled with pain. When he smiled, it was genuine. “You should tell him,” he said quietly. “I can’t do this with you and you can’t do this with me. But you like Jacob and Jacob can barely speak when you’re around,” you smiled at his comment, having experienced rendering Jacob speechless a few times. Younghoon laughed. “And you have that look on your face whenever you think about him. So you should tell him.”

Your best friend’s encouragement was genuine.

So you took out a piece of binder paper and started writing.

Dear Jacob. By now, you know who I am because I’ve gotten to know you now. And I know who you are too. I also figured out that letter you sent wasn’t for me. That’s one of the reasons it was so easy to tell you I didn’t feel the same. Your letter described someone confident who you saw during night classes. You and I always sit together in our morning classes, and I don’t like to speak up in class. But you know that by now. And I don’t think it matters that your letter wasn’t for me. You still make me smile when I see you, and I love the way I make you blush. I love that you eat the leftover swiss roll because Younghoon and I don’t like the chocolate flavour. I like that you can say more with a single look than you can with an entire conversation. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I like you. And I hope I didn’t read this wrong because that would be really embarrassing. I hope you like me too.

Jacob couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face as he read the letter that you had slipped into his bag during your Sociology lecture. Kevin was growing impatient. “What does it say?” he pleaded, desperately wanting to know what was making Jacob smile larger than Kevin had ever seen.

“It’s a love letter,” Jacob said, warmth spreading through his chest. “And I need to go,” he handed the letter over to Kevin – since his younger friend seemed to be dying of curiosity – and made his way to the dorms he knew you were staying in.

When he arrived at your dorm and knocked on the door, you looked happy to see him. You smiled. “Are you sure you have the right room?” you asked him. It was a little joke, but Jacob knew what you were really asking. Are you sure you like me back?

“I’m sure,” Jacob promised, stepping through the threshold of the door and tenderly placing one hand on your cheek and the other behind your neck. Grinning, you allowed him to pull you towards him, lips meeting in a gentle kiss. You brushed your lips against his, slowly at first, and then with a passion and zeal you didn’t know you possessed.

You pulled away for a moment, lips throbbing slightly. “Don’t think I’m not expecting a letter actually addressed to me because-“ Jacob laughed, connecting your lips to cut you off.

“I will write you as many letters and poems and songs as you want,” Jacob mumbled, lips grazing yours as he spoke. His eyes looked so much more bewitching up close, and you easily wound your arms around his waist in a hug.

“I’m holding you to that,” you insisted, leaning in for another kiss.

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