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jaelvr · 9 days

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You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” + 54. “Please don’t cry.” + 50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

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regamoth · 1 year

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Mornings with bf!NCT127

⋆ Masterlist

⋆ This is only Headcanon. For our delulu arses

⋆ Pairings: gn!readerxbf!NCT127

⋆ Note: This is my first headcanon! Don't hesitate to send ideas!

Taeil: This boy is so sweet, but a little bit shy to be honest. No matter how long you've been together, he still blushes when he's next to you in the morning. At the beginning of your relationship, he was shy to even hug or kiss you when you woke up. Eventually, he got more confident, and now when he sees you waking up, he looks at you and waits for you to be ready (by ready I mean fully awake so you don't feel attacked by he's clinginess lol) to cuddle you and keep you in his arms. He also likes you to keep him buried in your chest. He loves waking up with the sound of your heartbeat.

Johnny: As Johnny said he usually wakes up early and doesn't like to sleep a lot, I think he would probably wake up before you most of the time. But Johnny is also a very caring and attentive person so he definitely prepares you breakfast and brings it to you in bed if you want it. If it's getting late and you're still not awake, he wakes you up gently with soft kisses and hugs. Asking you to get up with a soft and sweet voice. But if you need space to wake up in the morning he'll obviously give you some. He's a very energetic person so don't be surprised if when you're still dizzy and half asleep he gives you the entire schedule of his day that already started one hour and a half before you.

Taeyong: Baby Bubu is an angel in every circumstance. I feel like his sleep schedule is quite unpredictable so, sometimes you wake up first, but sometimes he does. Either way, he's so sweet and soft. When you're still asleep he waits for you to wake up so he can be all clingy and soft as a stuffed bunny. Taeyong is a very busy person, so when he finally has time to chill in bed with you in the morning, it's like impossible to get him out of bed. He wants you to hold him close and loooves when you stroke his hair and face. Feeling your hands on his scalp is a delight to him. He will never get enough of it.

Yuta: I feel like Yuta would usually wake up after you but- if you want to leave the bed -even if it's just to go to the bathroom- he will feel it and bring you close to him with his arm while his face is still buried in his pillow. He likes to wake up slowly, holding you close and breathing softly, smelling the scent of yours that he loves so much. And when he finally opens his eyes he gives you a good morning kiss and asks you to tell him about the dream you had, if you remember. After that, he tells you about his dream and cuddles you. He finally lets you go when he remembers the schedule he has for the day which is usually busy.

Doyoung: I think he's quite calm in the morning. Like: a little clingy but not too much, talkative, but not too much, energetic, but not too much. He likes to see first how you're doing and then act in consequence. If you want him to shut up, he may tease you a bit but then he'll shut his mouth. If you want him to cuddle and stroke you he'll do it without hesitating. I feel like he would also be very brutally honest about how his night was, he is the type to tell you if you snored, took too much of the blanket, or didn't let him space. And if you don't believe him, he will definitely record/film you next time. That's his devilish side.

Jaehyun: Oh boi, he's very dreamy. Jaehyun loves to watch you sleep when he wakes up before you. Not in a creepy way don't worry. He just likes watching your face being relaxed and calm. But if you tell him that that makes you uncomfortable, he'll obviously stop. When you open your eyes, you'll see him smiling softly, he'll start stroking your hair and will greet you with a gentle «good morning baby~». He just loves spending mornings (and nights-) in bed with you. But sometimes, if he has a busy morning and can't do it that way, he'll get up and get prepared, then he'll make you breakfast and put it on your bedside table. If you're awake then he'll find time to cuddle with you, if not he'll peck your cheek and leave you a note next to your breakfast saying «Hi baby, I'll be home soon. Have a good morning. Love u - Jay ❤»

Jungwoo: A baby. A literal tiny, clingy, and whiny baby. But so cute tho. A bit like Yuta, he won't let you go, even just to go to the bathroom. But Jungwoo will do it while whining and clinging onto your arm, waist, even leg, anything he can find. He needs attention and loves giving attention. He'll be giving little kisses while asking if you want coffee, tea, hot chocolate... beer? His cheeks are so soft and squishable he definitely asks for you to kiss them. He doesn't care if his schedule is full, he'll always take the time needed to spend time with you. He loves when you share your plans for the day with him while he smiles at you gently. Please take care of him, he's an angel.

Mark: I think Mark is calm in the morning. I mean, he's not the type to be very energetic and run everywhere to get prepared quickly. He's cozy, sweet, and likes to take his time. Cuddles with you or just holds your hand with one hand and checks his phone with the other. He likes to include you in his work schedule -if you want to ofc- so he'll always ask you if you want to go with him to the studio or whatever is planned for him. He also likes putting his head on your shoulder and watch something with you on your phone or on the tv. He can be quite clingy sometimes if it's been a long time since you spent a morning together. But I think he's more clingy at night... Take it the way you want it, I'm not responsible.

Haechan: Oof- be prepared. I feel he's like Jungwoo, but more annoying. I mean, cutely annoying so you can't hate him for that but still. He will not leave your side for a single second. Every time you look beside you, Haechan-ah is here. Babygirlism at its most, he loves to act cute for you to give him a kiss or make him coffee or something to eat. I feel like he would change his mind quickly and/or tease you to drive you crazy because he's a BRAT. For example, he asks you to bring him a coffee, but when you give it to him he goes like: «Oh you heard coffee? I meant cookie, give me a cookie, please Jagi~». But he's so cute and hot you can't hate him!

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neomujinjja · 2 months

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Love's around the corner

Pairing: Doyoung x reader

Genre: fluff, confession, loose song fic

Synopsis: Having told Doyoung about wanting to develop your relationship, you wait for his response. As time creeps by slowly, the suspense grows quickly. It's all a matter of 1, 2, 3, and 4.

Warnings: not edited, a diary entry, Doyoung isn't directly mentioned until the second half, the use of the word heaving

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You sighed as you looked out the window. Tapping your finger on your chin, you watched as the snow covered path in front of your home.

"What's wrong Y/N?" your mom asked, her hand stroking your back with a confused look on her face.

"I'm waiting for something" you explained with your head turning left and right. She chuckled, shaking her head behind your back.

"Well you know what they always say. A watched pot never boils" she said before walking away. You grumbled at her words despite the way you stopped hunching over the window.

"Or~ you could wait outside instead of making everyone anxious" your older sister chimed in. You swiftly turned to look at her, making sure that she caught your eyes rolling.

"It's freezing" you pointed out, emphasizing your statement by showcasing the scenery.

"Go outside or move away from the window. Either way, you can't sit there anymore" she declared before going back to her phone. You huffed before stomping to your bedroom. Your window didn't show the street which was only making you more nervous. Pulling out your diary and pen, you began writing through the various emotions.

12.13. I waited by the window, hoping for Doyoung to show. But nothing (yet) I've been wishing and dreaming that Doyoung would say he adores me as well. Instead I've been left hanging, waiting for his response. What more should I have to do? I've confessed my feelings, my want for a serious relationship; do I have to put a spell onto him for him to realize? Doyoung, if you feel the same then please move your feet and hurry!

As you wrote the last word, a knock on your front door was heard. Rushing to it, you opened the door to Doyoung. The boy was actually, finally, here. You stepped out, closing the door as you did so, and joined him outside. Staying silent, you watched as the young male gained his breath. It seemed as if he had ran to your home; at the very least Doyoung had gotten here in a hurry.

"I-I. I want the same, just like you" he huffed, bent over himself and body still heaving.

"And what's that?" you asked raising your eyebrow. You didn't want cheap words, you wanted to hear him say it in his own words.

"I want to be yours."

Doyoung seemed to have finally caught his breath. Not giving you a moment to rebut, he threw himself at you. Over calculating the distance, his hug turned into a stumbling affair.

"I want an established relationship too" Doyoung continues, and if not for your close embrace you'd miss his next words. A whispered 'I love you'. The first one said between you, not said in embarrassment but as a tender emotion for the both of you. You returned the hug, enclosing him into your own arms. Tucking your head under his chin, you smiled and blushed to yourself at his actions.

"I'm glad" you said before adding a whispered 'I love you too'.

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saeyoungchips · 1 year

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[01:52 a.m]

"huh?" the sudden blackout took you by surprise.

as you were now surrounded by pure blackness in your apartment, you froze in place, letting everything you were doing to be forgotten.

you wouldn't say you were someone who got easily frightened, but there was definitely one thing that scared you much more than anything else, and that was the dark.

maybe it was an irrational fear, but since the young age of five, you were incapable to think that you were actually alone in the dark and that terrified you.

the silence in the room was making you uncomfortable.

"doyoung...?" you managed to get the name of your roommate out of your shaking lips. "where are you?"

no response.

you felt like crying until a warm chest was pressed against your back with a couple of warm arms that found their way to your waist.

"i'm here" roommate!doyoung whispered carefully to your ear, afraid that if he talked too loud he would scare you. "don't be scared (y/n), i'm here for you"

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yongislong · 2 years

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[ ncity playlist event ]

now playing ... KIM DOYOUNG

without you - strawberry guy

morning sex - ralph castelli

seasons - wave to earth

159cm - tank

instagram - dean

alaska - maggie rogers

right where you left me - taylor swift

face to face - rex orange county

punks and poets - elliot root

let it pass - jakob

now viewing ... // in his airy white and beige room with his crisp, poofy linen comforter is where he indulges in this music mix. he thinks of you of course, regardless if you're asleep on his chest, are in the other room, or even in your own respective space home alone, no matter how energetic or soft the song is, he always seems to be able to pass out a few songs in on his mattress.

glasses still on, pink glitter retainer case on his bedside table and the blueberry muffin candle he left lit seems to lull him to sleep until the sunlight that once caught the speckles of dust in its muted yellow light have now flooded the room with darkness

you push his bangs back from his forehead as a greeting and before you know it he's clinging and rubbing his bareface all on your waist like a puppy. //

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wordsbeyondimagination · 1 year

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I accept requests for NCT fanfics. I used to write only fluffs, but now I want to take up a challenge and write every genre.

You can ask me in any way, and I will write it in my best way.

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ihavethedreamies · 8 days

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First Kisses | NCT 127

NCT 127 - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2.7k total

Pairing: NCT 127 x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT 127!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for Dream…

-> NCT Dream <-

-> WayV <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

Taeyong

You chewed lazily on a strand of licorice, chest pressed to the back of the chair Taeyong stole from Doyoung's room. While you were by no means a noob when it came to video games, you knew little about battle royale shooters. However, Taeyong wanted you to watch while he played. You didn't mind, you constantly watched YouTube games, but not games like that. Not really caring about what he was doing, you found your gaze drifting to his face. He really was so freaking gorgeous. "Did you see that?" His question snapped you out of your daze and you quickly looked back at the screen. Replying with a vague hum in agreement, the pause menu flashed over his screen. "You okay?" Taeyong turned to you fully, looking over your face. "Y-yeah, why?" "You're really quiet today, you normally comment more." "Oh, yeah, just…thinking." "About what?" HIs foot rested on the base of your chair, pulling it closer, only the backrest between you two. HIs concerned look had morphed into something more playful. You licked your lips, trying to think of a lie, not about how hot he was. You tried not to reel back when he brought his face closer. Why was your friend so- "Thinking about kissing me?" He smirked and your face erupted into a blush. You nearly went cross-eyes when he leaned in, "Hm?" You took the chance, closing the distance, softly pressing your lips to his. He smiled against it, kissing you back, deepening it. When you separated, his fond smile floored you. "Been thinking about that awhile."

Taeil

"Is it good?" He asked once more. "Yes, Taeil. Everything tastes amazing." You hummed, trying to ease his nerves. It wasn't like he had never cooked for you before, but this was the first time it was a date. Every bite you took of something new, he would ask. You had finally reached the main course of cream pasta. Twirling the noodles with your fork on your spoon, you put it in your mouth, humming in delight. As you chewed, Taeil's thumb went to your cheek, wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of your mouth. Giving him a bashful smile in return, he finally allowed himself to eat as well, watching you to make sure it was still good with each bite. "Calm down, Taeil. It was delicious." You assured him once more after you had finished. "Hm…" He was deep in thought, and you watched him, waiting for him to speak. "I need to make sure myself…" "You just ate everything with me!" You huffed, amused but also exasperated. He shook his head, getting out of his chair so he could haul it around the table and sit next to you. You watched his face, looking for some kind of tell for his intentions. When he didn't do anything for a few seconds, face growing pink, he finally turned to you, leaning in. His hand gently rested on your jaw and his lips tasted of the wine he served with the meal. You tried not to smile and ruin the kiss, but you closed your eyes, letting him do so. When he pulled back, you gave a curious hum. "Delicious." He smirked, going back in for seconds.

Johnny

You could feel his eyes on you, but you chose not to acknowledge it. Continuing to chop up the various ingredients for the fried rice you were preparing, his eyes followed. But he wasn't watching what you were doing, Johnny was staring at your face. Why? You weren't for sure. "Everything okay?" You finally asked him. "Yeah, why?" He rested his chin on his palm. "You're staring. Again." "You're just so pretty." Johnny smiled. It wasn't his, 'I'm sexy and I know it,' smile; it was warm and soft. Like when he sees a puppy; it was pure. That's what threw you off. To the point that you halted all action, paddle held over the steaming rice in the cooker. "Huh?" "You're beautiful." He had no room to talk. "Is that why you've been staring at me?" "Of course." You balked at his response. Your friend was an amazing flirt, but that's not what he was doing. He said it like he was informing you of something you should already know. "You think I'm beautiful?" You put the rice paddle down. Johnny sighed dramatically, getting up off the stool, coming around the counter to your side. He cupped your cheek in his big hand, and before you could question him further, he leaned down and kissed you. Johnny swallowed your gasp, deepening the kiss. You gaped at him when he pulled away. "(Y/N), you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He had no room to talk.

Yuta

Your eyes fluttered open, trying to recognize where you were. The TV was on, the sequel to the movie you had put on playing. Still trying to form a coherent thought, you heard a soft grumble behind you, an arm wrapping tighter around your middle. This sensation brought a flood of recognition over your mind, realizing you were in Yuta's living room. You must have fallen asleep together on the couch. You startled when you felt him sigh behind you, his warm breath ruffling the hair on the back of your neck. The arm of his you were laying on moved under your head as he brought his hand up. Yuta's hand rested on your forehead, which he used to pull you back into him more along with the arm around your waist. "It's late, just stay the night here." His voice was rough from sleeping. Were you two dating? Pretty much. But sleeping over? You haven't even kissed yet, still transitioning from friends to something more. "Stay over?" We haven't even kissed yet." You huffed, letting out a nervous chuckle. Yuta hummed in response, then your view of the room spun as he rolled you to face him. You barely got to see his cocky, smug grin before he closed the distance, lips sealing over yours. When Yuta pulled back, you whined in protest, making him chuckle. "There, now you can stay over."

Doyoung

You shuffled out of your room, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. The morning light shining in your room had no access to your living room, keeping it dark. Your guest was still asleep, wrapped in your spare comforter on your couch. Smiling to yourself, you padded softly toward him, sitting on the floor to get a better view. It was late after you two finished your dinner and movie date, so you let Doyoung stay the night. Ever the gentleman, he insisted on the couch. You smiled, only his face was visible out of the blanket cocoon. So cute. You felt a bit like a creep, just watching him sleep, but he was just too precious. Gently, you brushed some errant hairs from his forehead, looking at every detail of his face. Flinching back when he groaned a bit, you held your breath, worried you had wakened him. "(Y/N)?" His voice was quiet, eyes still closed, you didn't know if he was still asleep or not. "Yes?" You whispered in reply. When he didn't respond back, you assumed he was still asleep, or had fallen back to sleep. Carefully getting up so you could let him continue, you yelped dramatically when his hand grabbed yours, yanking you down onto the couch with him. He had sat up as he pulled you down, so you ended up in his lap. Doyoung wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your shoulder, cheek on your collarbone. "Morning, precious." You kissed the crown of his head. He pulled back after this, frowning slightly. Before you could ask him what was wrong, he clicked his tongue, kissing you back, but on the lips instead. When he retreated, he flashed a sleepy grin. "Morning, love."

Jaehyun

Slamming the door to your car, you sat back in the seat with a huff, fuming. You thought girls bullying other people over boys stopped in high school, yet here you were, in college. You know about Jaehyun's not so little fan-club but had been able to avoid them. But they had learned that not only were you two friends, that there was something more going on there. God forbid they learn how long it had been going on. Not wanting to drive while angry, you just sat in your car. You jumped when your phone started to ring through the car speaker when you started it. "Hey." Your voice was obviously strained. "Where are you?" Jaehyun sounded out of breath. "In my car-" "Don't go anywhere." He hung up. You blinked in shock at the call-ended flashing on the screen. Your attention was pulled away by someone knocking on the window. It was some girl, and two others were behind her, arms crossed. You sighed, rolling the window down just enough. "You're (Y/N)?" You hummed and she scoffed. "You need to leave Jaehyun alone-" "And you need to leave." You sighed as he arrived, opening the passenger side door. After he was seated, you pulled out of the parking spot, leaving the girls gaping. Neither of you said anything till you parked again at your apartment complex. He took your hand in his, "I'm sorry." You met his guilty gaze, then shook your head. "It's not your fault." He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. Instead of replying, he leaned over the center console, capturing your lips with his. You smiled when he pulled back, "do that again and we'll call it even." So, he did.

Jungwoo

The show playing was one you had seen many times before, but since Jungwoo never had, you were rewatching it with him. Your elbow was rested on the armrest of the couch, cheek resting on your fist. Your other hand was stroking Jungwoo's soft hair as he laid on your lap. He was getting over being sick, but since you were the one who gave him the cold, you didn't mind him being all over you. He was normally clingy, let alone if he didn't feel good, like a small child. It was fine to you though; he was too cute to not let him get away with just about anything. "(Y/N?)" His soft voice was still a bit nasally. "Yes?" "I'm sorry I ruined out first date…" "What do you mean?" Your hand halted, looking down at him. He rolled over so he was laying on his back, letting him look up at you. "I nearly passed out when we were walking to the restaurant…" He drifted off, fingers coming up to nervously fiddle with your hoodie string. "Jungwoo, you had a fever, its fine." You huffed, shocked that he felt guilty about that. You were the one that got him sick. "Still… We had finally decided to go for it, then…" "Jungwoo-" He continued to ramble, apologizing, and complaining about himself. It was getting on your nerves, there was no reason for him to feel so bad. Wanting him to stop, you leaned down, lips briefly pressing to his still moving ones. You sat back up straight, face pink from the act. His was as well, but it already was from the cold he had. You flinched when his hand rested on your cheek, pulling you back down. "I can’t give this cold back to you, right?"

Mark

"Can I get this?" Mark asked, coming up to you with a frozen cheesecake. You glanced at it, not liking that he asked you as if you were his parent. "Sure? Why are you asking?" You shook your head as he put the dessert in the cart. "J-just making sure." You rolled your eyes, continuing down the aisle, glancing at your shopping list to make sure you got everything for the meal you were going to prepare. Having to buy enough food to feed nine ravenous young men was a little pricy, but everyone agreed to split the cost and send you the money, so it didn't matter what extra stuff Mark wanted. As you traversed the next aisle, you noticed his gaze focused on something on the shelf. He halted in front of it, so you turned to look at it. It was a candy necklace kit. "Let's do this!" He grabbed it and you chuckled, nodding for him to put it in the cart. "B-but just us…" He added and you raised your eyebrow. "Just us?" "Not the others. We can just make them for each other after they leave…" "You want to make me a necklace?" You teased, the tips of his ears turning red, his characteristic laugh leaving his lips. "Yeah… and I don't want you to eat it or take it off!" Mark's determined look went to your face, and you had a hard time not guffawing. "Okay, Mark." "I'm serious, don't take it off." He reiterated as you got in the car to head back to your place, the box in his hands. "I won't." "Promise?" He held out his pinky and you shook your head but completed the hand motion. Before you could your hand back though, he used your linked pinkies to haul you closer over the console, gently pressing his lips to yours. You sat back slowly, gaping at him, face equally as red. He raised an eyebrow.

Haechan

"I'm getting tired of this, (Y/N)." Donghyuck huffed at your side, and you tilted your head, confused. When he noticed your glance, he sighed, stopping. Holding your linked hands up between you two so they were in front of your face, he sighed. "This is about as far as we've gone." You looked around, wondering what the hell he was going on about, you were only halfway to his place. "This, (Y/N)." He shook your hands to draw your attention there. "What do you mean?" "We've only held hands! You've kissed my cheek and that’s about it! I'm tired of it!" If it wasn't for the silly whine of his voice, you would think him genuinely upset. "What are you getting at?" You continued your questions and he groaned; you were very smart for being so dense. "Kisses! I want you to kiss me!" Donghyuck whined louder, it nearly echoed off the stone walls of the back road you were walking. His frustration took you aback. "Why do I have to initiate?" You nearly shouted, annoyed with his dramatics. He immediately quieted, blinking at you, so very pretty- "Fine!" He yelled back and hauled you even closer with your linked hands, his soft lips touching your chapped ones. As soon as he tasted the lip balm you had put on just minutes earlier, he groaned and deepened the kiss. You squeaked a bit when your back hit the stone wall, trying to match his pace, but he was fervent. When he finally stepped back, you were almost panting. He nodded with a satisfied nod and continued on with your walk like he hadn't just swallowed your tongue.

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outro-jo · 1 year

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NCT 127 brushing their Partner’s hair

pairing: nct 127 members x reader (gender neutral)

type: scenario

summary: what each nct 127 member would do if their partner asked for them to brush their hair

warning: none

a/n: please read info before requesting

masterlist | info

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taeyong

literally so excited that you asked him

super careful and quick to apologize about the tugs with a quick kiss

head pats when he’s done

taeil

kinda hesitant at first but he would do absolutely anything for you so it doesn’t take much for him to agree

very sweet, quiet, and focused

“should i count or something?”

ends up really enjoying it

johnny

“you want me to do it?”

fusses at you to stop moving

probably won’t happen often but wouldn’t mind if you asked him again

yuta

loves playing with your hair anyways so this is nothing new

y’all probably do this while watching a show or movie so it probably goes on for a while

loves mindlessly brushing

“does it feel good?” “am I hurting you?”

kisses throughout

doyoung

soooo confused as to why you would ask but agrees

brushes VERY lightly bc he doesn’t want to hurt you

“am i doing this right?”

jaehyun

biggest smile when you ask him

can’t stop talking about how pretty your hair is or how good it smells

thinks about how he’ll do this for y’all’s kids one day

wants to make this a regular thing

jungwoo

timid at first but takes any opportunity to be close to you

surprisingly good at it

doesn’t talk much but would love for you to talk about your day or just content to let you ramble

kisses after

mark

another one that’s surprised that you’d ask him

so nervous about hurting you

the pride when you tell him he does a good job after (pls he’s so cute)

“you’re really pretty”

haechan

takes it as a joke at first and starts brushing really fast but when you start to get upset he takes it seriously

“you smell good”

actually a pleasant time

probably musses it up after

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heartbrkr · 1 year

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pay attention (to me!)

SUMMARY Doyoung, your drunk boyfriend, has something to say to you. It's long overdue, but he brings to your attention the grievances you didn't know he had.

PAIRING kim doyoung x gender neutral!reader

GENRE established relationship, slight angst & hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1.1k

WARNINGS mentions of drinking and getting drunk, a couple of swear words, doyoung suppressing feelings from you, reader being busy with work

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first doyoung fic, enjoy! <3 not proofread

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

You love your boyfriend, especially when he’s drunk out of his mind; it’s endearing and funny most times. But at this point into the later A.M.— about 3:09 in the morning the last time you checked— you just wanted him to drink ibuprofen and water to prevent him from waking up feeling like shit.

“Babe.” He doesn’t respond because he can’t hear you over his own rambling, something about how Haechan took a bite of his precious McDonald’s chicken burger when he was preoccupied with his phone earlier within the week. He went on about how he was willing to share the meal with the younger member if “he asked kindly, but he didn’t! At all!”. After a moment of inner brainstorming, you realize what’ll make him respond no matter what.

“Dongyoung.”

“Mmm?”

And with the way he looks at you, it feels like you’re both freshly nineteen again; attending birthday parties of mutual friends, making up reasons to clink soju bottles against one another, celebrating the littlest achievements with several rounds of drinks. But, only as friends who had strong, unveiled feelings for each other. These are the only things that have changed: you all go out to let loose a little less, you’re dating, and neither of you are nineteen anymore. Doyoung’s alcohol tolerance is the same as ever.

A ghost of a pout rested on his lips, face still quite flushed despite going through a wash and his night skin care routine (care of you, of course), his best attempt at puppy dog eyes looking up at you as he’s sat on your shared bed. You feel your stomach flip.

“Drink this.” You raise the glass of water and pill to his line of vision. Your reply was a little cold because of the tiredness and residue of impatience you had in you; you feel the guilt hit you immediately.

The tone you used unsurprisingly didn’t go unnoticed by Doyoung; no matter the conditions, he always makes it a point to be observant towards you and your body language. Having someone notice the littlest things about you that way was a feeling extremely foreign to you. Luckily for you, he’s been obsessed with you since high school. He arguably knows you better than you.

He looks straight at the glass of water, observing how your shirt distorted through it. He’s avoiding eye contact. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry, I think I’m giving you a hard time.”

You sigh, not at Doyoung in particular. Never at him. “No, I’m not mad at you, Doie. Don’t apologize. And you’re not giving me a hard time, I’m being like this because I love you and I don’t want you to have a headache in the morning, okay?” He nods in understanding, carefully taking the items from your hands and consuming them.

He drinks every drop of water, worried that you might scold him again. He tries to look up at you again rather sheepishly. You have a faint smile on your lips, so he takes that as a sign that you really aren’t upset.

You sit beside him after placing the cup on the bedside. Doyoung lets his head drop on your shoulder, you slip your hand into his and he routinely starts playing with the rings on your fingers. The still silence of the night is cut when he murmurs something that you almost miss because he speaks in the softest tone you’ve ever heard from him.

“Will you be here in the morning?”

At first, his words confuse you because you’ll surely be here. You live together, after all. “What do you mean? We’re in a relationship and live in the same house. Of course I’ll be here.”

“No, I mean, when I wake up, will I be able to know you’re beside me, even before I open my eyes?” He breathes out of his nose before letting out the rest of his thoughts, still fiddling with your jewelry, “you’ve been working so hard and you know I’ll fucking admire you for that, always. But I really miss you lately. I don’t want you to overwork yourself and I just miss being with you, y’know, having you to myself for more than just a couple of hours before you’re gone again. I didn’t know how to get your attention, so I just drank extra of what Taeyong couldn’t tonight to get reaaallyyy drunk.”

You don’t know what to say. You feel horrible once more for not knowing how your lover felt about you taking on heavy projects with irregular schedules, most days having to attend last minute roundups. It really only dawns on you now that your job has been hindering your quality time with Doyoung, something you barely get at all. But somehow, it’s amplified times two because of the emergency assignments shoved your way even during days you shouldn’t be working.

You look at him as properly as you can, his head still on your shoulder because you’d rather not give the poor, slowly sobering man whiplash if you were to move it out of its current place. “I…I’m really sorry for not noticing our distance sooner. I’ve been so preoccupied, no shit, I didn’t even realize that we don’t even spend whole days together anymore. I’m sorry I made you feel this way, you shouldn’t have had to get my attention for me to realize.”

He hears the sincerity in your voice, upset that you’ve become upset at the revelation. Doyoung is starting to feel his eyes droop, but he believes it's important for him to reply to the best of his abilities. He doesn’t want you losing sleep believing you’re at fault the whole time he’s sound asleep. “Don’t be hard on yourself, it’s a two-way thing. I forgive you; I was the one who hid how I’ve been feeling. It’s just in you to be so helpful to those around you, even if it means sacrificing a thing or another. I love you.”

You want to cry; you’re starting to wonder if he was especially sent on Earth just for you. It’s a rare occurrence that Doyoung doesn’t hide his usual quips, so you don’t take him being vulnerable for granted. You love him.

His head gets even heavier on your shoulder, so you gently place your hands behind his head and neck to put him down on his pillow. He whines at the loss of your warmth, you chuckle the slightest at the noise. “Tomorrow, I promise, it’s my day-off. No emergencies, we can do whatever you want.”

“This is enough,” he states, muffled by his pillow, though quickly turning his head to face you. He looks content, “but I’ll take you up on that offer.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct doyoung #nct 127 doyoung #doyoung x reader #doyoung x you #doyoung x y/n #kim doyoung x reader #kim doyoung x you #kim doyoung x y/n #doyoung angst #doyoung imagine #doyoung x gn!reader #nct imagine #nct 127 imagine

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restlessmaknae · 8 months

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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 16 - hate sex

nct 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Doyoung NSFW

🖤 warnings: college au bc it’s my favorite, unabashed rudeness, arguing literally nonstop, mistaken identity, enemies to still enemies but they have sex, some mild d/s dynamics, one brutal handjob 🖤

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You had not meant for it to be him. Of all of them, of all twenty-odd of them, not him. Anyone else.

You'd wanted one specific one, the best one. You just didn't know his name at the time.

There are a lot of guys in their frat, and you know some of them. Taeyong, the sweetheart who sits behind you in Western Classics, reliably with a big pet store shopping bag full of something cute and unnecessary for his aquarium of fish. Yangyang, a freshman just out of pledging who works at the student cafe and always pours you a large even if you order a medium.

You don't know the pretty, pretty one who was sitting outside the frat house when you walked by the other day, the one with the shaggy black hair that nearly touches his shoulders, with the sculpted face and the piercings and the cropped t-shirt, sunning himself on the porch like a cat.

He's gorgeous, and you want him. You think you'll die if you can't have him.

Your first mistake, you think, was asking one of the other pledges you know if he could help you. Hendery is sweet, but he's new both to the school and to the frat, and when he'd suggested coming to a frat party so he could try and hook you up with your frat brother of choice, you'd agreed with some trepidation.

Attending a frat party is a small price to pay, you'd thought, if Hendery could get you access to that beautiful man with a belly button ring.

Hendery had met you in the foyer, brought you into the house. He left you against the wall in the open-plan living space with a view into the kitchen, as he approached a knot of his frat brothers (including That One) and spoke for a moment. All of the boys had looked over at you. And then Hendery returned, telling you to go have fun until he texted.

Perfect wingman.

When you got the text, nearly an hour later, you were sweaty, tipsy, and dusted in glitter from a sorority girl who'd insisted you dance with her. Head to the second bedroom on the second floor, the text read.

You followed the instructions dutifully, heart in your throat, and as you stood in the scrubbed-clean but cluttered room, you saw all the evidence you needed: that cropped t-shirt your mystery man was wearing the other day, hanging over the back of a garish red and black gaming chair.

The door opened. Someone slipped in.

Your second mistake was not stalking the guy online and getting his name. You'd only had a description for Hendery: height, build, hair color and style, general facial features. You'd assumed that even in a frat of a few dozen, it would be easy to tell. And hell, Hendery even talked to the guy, right in front of you.

Apparently, your luck does not run much farther than that.

And now here you are, in despair, staring at the guy Hendery set up with you. Your Sociology tablemate, your Speech & Debate partner from last semester, one of the most egotistical and insufferable people you've ever met.

Not the guy from the other day. Kim Doyoung.

"I thought Hendery was kidding," Doyoung says, wary, as he closes the door behind him.

You can't help the full-body reaction you have: pure bone-deep annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"You asked me to be here."

"I absolutely did not."

His expression falters, not embarrassment but exasperation. "Yes, you did."

"I did not."

"You literally did, Hendery told me to come here and-"

"Not you!" you insist, looking skyward as if to ask why you're being punished like this.

"Then-"

"You think I would be asking for you when - when-" you falter, realizing you still don't know the guy's name.

Doyoung crosses his arms. "When?"

You grab the t-shirt, waving it at Doyoung. "Whose top is this?"

"Yuta," Doyoung says. "Me and Yuta share this room."

"Belly piercing? Super hot?"

"Yuta," he confirms.

"I wanted Yuta!" you explode. "Not...you."

"That's fucking rude," he says.

You shoot him a withering look. "I don't know why you even came. It's me."

"I was curious," he snipes back. "You were always such a holier-than-thou little pain in the ass in Debate, I wanted to see what changed. Obviously nothing."

"You wanna talk pain in the ass? You got me a C on the final project in Soc because you devil's advocated my partner to tears!" you jab.

Doyoung scoffs. "You're still mad that I'm smarter than you?"

"You're delusional."

"I'm delusional? You're trying to fuck my roommate, you're the delusional one!"

You pause. "Excuse me?"

"You and Yuta?" he smirks. "Come on."

"Let's see what kind of pussy you're pulling, then, jackass. Any dates, lately?"

"I've been busy-"

"I bet you ran up here like a kid on Christmas, thinking someone finally wanted to put up with your face and your personality for two and half minutes of mediocre sex."

"I'm not the one having pledges hunt down hookups for me," Doyoung snarls. "Don't trust that anyone would follow through if they had to actually talk to you first?"

That one hurts, a little, but you just look back at him evenly. "As much as I'd love to keep this going, if I'm not getting laid tonight, I'm going home."

"You still could."

Doyoung slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, and you can feel your face go slack in surprise.

"Excuse me?" you ask, again.

"I just mean-"

"Are you...into me?"

"No," he says, too quickly.

"You are," you say, dawning revelation and the slightest horror.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" he dismisses, but his face is animated with the utmost outrage, his tone too much.

You've been on the debate team with him for a few semesters now, and if there's one thing you've learned from that experience, it's his tells. He's lying. He's an awful liar.

"Oh, you're into me," you tease, "You were excited because it's me."

"Funny. Last time I checked, I fucking hated you."

"I hate you, too," you say, sweet as pie.

Suddenly, like he's been pushed, Doyoung sits down on the nearest of the two beds in this cramped little room, and crosses his legs pointedly. He could just be acting like a priss, but you suspect it's something else...

And as you watch, he has to ever so carefully adjust himself, playing it off like he's just pulling at the fabric of his jeans. And failing.

"You're getting off on this," you say dumbly. "You like that I hate you."

"That would be twisted," he replies, but it's a little strained.

You grin. "It would."

Well, this changes everything. You're not into him, objectively. He sucks. But if he's so determined to act like he's not attracted to you...now it's a game. And you win at games.

"I can just go home," you say, cavalier. "Hendery fucked up my chances for tonight, so I can just go home and-"

"Go, then. See if I care."

"I think you'll care."

"I don't care about you," he dismisses.

You take a step closer to him, and he leans back. "No. You hate me."

Despite himself, Doyoung relaxes as you walk nearer still, uncrossing his legs so that his struggle is apparent, plain as day.

"You hate me. Can't stand me. That's why you're hard right now," you say.

He adjusts himself again, probably realizing that any attempt at denying it is futile, now. He probably knows that you have all the fuel you need to make fun of him for the rest of his life.

Or maybe he's enjoying this, in the same creeping, uncertain way that you are.

"I thought you were going," he says.

You shrug. "I could stay, if you ask me to."

"Why would I?"

"I just think you would. Unless you're too scared."

You wander toward the door, fully intending to go if he doesn't say anything. You have no skin in the game, here; any embarrassment you might've felt at having your intentions misunderstood is completely overshadowed by Doyoung sitting there rock-hard in his skinny jeans.

Your hand is on the doorknob when he finally breaks.

"Don't go."

Rather than opening the door, you lock it.

"You have to tell me to stop, if you're actually not into it," you say.

He nods, just barely, eyes wide.

"If you really hate me," you add.

At that, the hard glint returns to his gaze, and you know that you've got him. That you're not just steamrollering him into anything.

"I do," Doyoung assures you.

"Would you hate it if I take off that horribly tacky shirt?" you ask.

He tugs at the collar of his navy button-up gently. "Fuck you, I like this."

"I don't."

He lets you unbutton the shirt and discard it, and he doesn't resist when you press him back onto the bed, his feet still firmly on the ground but his back meeting the mattress. You're undoing his belt, his jeans, when he fidgets under you.

"Aren't you gonna..." he gestures at your clothes, still firmly in place.

"Nah," you say. "You hate me so much, I would hate to make you look at-"

"Please?" His voice cracks over the syllables, and you marvel, since you haven't even done anything yet.

"No."

He's freed from his jeans and briefs in no time, and you waste no time setting a good pace on his desperately hard length, stroking him and simply leaning over his prone form. He jolts at the first contact, and then he melts.

"You hate me, so this should be all I give you," you muse. "Just let you use me to get off like this. Should be all you want, right?"

"If I - fuck - if I say I don't hate you, will you give me, shit, anything else? More?" Doyoung asks, through gritted teeth.

"This isn't good?"

"It is, but-"

"It'd be a shame to make you lie, like that," you say.

He's leaking precum, and you catch it as you circle the head to make the slide that much easier, slick rather than the hard friction of skin on skin, and he groans. His voice, despite all your disdain, is easy on the ears, and you twist your wrist to see if you can get that sound again. He doesn't disappoint, cracking through an octave.

"You're not gonna cum until you can thank me for giving you this much, even though you've been so rude to me," you tell him.

The amiable way he'd spoken in his hasty lust is gone, as he snaps, "Thank you? For what?"

"For being so nice, even though you hate me."

"You hate me, too."

"I do," you nod solemnly, "Imagine what you could be getting if I didn't."

Doyoung twitches in your grasp, and you have to hold down his narrow hips with your other hand, leaning on him more heavily to keep him in place.

"Might even let you fuck me, if you were nicer. Pity," you say.

"Shit - close, I'm-"

You let up, right on cue, slowing down your pace to something excruciating, and Doyoung's eyes that had been clamped shut against the onslaught fly open again.

"What-"

"You didn't thank me."

"I'm not fucking going to-"

"Then you don't cum."

Confident that he's backed down from his high, you start building him up again. He whines, honest-to-God whines out loud, in a higher pitch than you'd imagine he could reach. There's only so much edging that an egotistical brat like him can take before he cracks. He'll thank you before long.

"Shit," he moans.

"Any time, now."

"Fuckin' hate you."

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #kim doyoung fanfic #kim doyoung smut #nct doyoung fanfic #nct doyoung smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #THIS IS THE LONGEST ONE OF THE WHOLE MONTH HDGFDHSGF

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neomujinjja · 4 days

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Personal Heaven

Pairing: Doyoung x reader

Genre: request, fluff, slight suggestiveness

Warnings: doyoung's pov, kissing (lots of it), mentions of thighs, mentions of grazing skin, the word hickies, talking about sucking/biting/nipping, one mention of grinding, grinding/humping in general

Note: I'm really hoping that the anon who requested this enjoys it! I'm not sure if I exactly got the right mixture of fluff with suggestions but hopefully you like it either way 🫣

Synopsis: Reader just wants to film the lipstick stain trend that's going around amongst couples on tiktok. But Doyoung can't get enough of your lips and kisses.

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If this wasn't heaven then Doyoung didn't know what was. Nothing seemed better than having his partner on his lap and kissing all over his face. Doyoung let out a sigh as Y/N moved his head further back. They kept their hands on his neck as they pressed a kiss onto Doyoung's jaw. He moved his hands up their thigh in a slow manner.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked with a teasing tilt to their voice. They took Doyoung's hands into their own. The male hummed as he did circles with their intwined hands.

"Nothing" Doyoung replied with a smile. He pulls Y/N while sitting up to meet in the middle. Deepening the kiss, Doyoung placed his hands onto their waist. He pulled them closer, needing to get closer to Y/N. Doyoung's fingers wiggled their way inside of the other's shirt. "My turn" he breathed out before attacking their neck. Doyoung sucked and nipped, encouraged by the sounds coming from his partner. The male's lips left a mark in its trail everywhere they touched. Grinding up as he guided their hips down, Doyoung breathed heavily into Y/N's neck. Flipping the two of them to the side, he feverly kissing them once again.

"You know" Y/N starts, pausing to gasp as Doyoung sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. "This is not what I had in mind when I asked to do this" they continued. An airy laugh escaping from them. Doyoung laughed as well, resting his head in the crook of Y/N's neck.

"Couldn't help it. I can't get enough of you" he whispered before pecking Y/N's skin.

"Doyoung!" His partner giggled, moving to be able to look at said boy. Doyoung felt his heart flutter when Y/N smiled at him. Their lips red and swollen from the couple's actions. Leaning forward, he connected their mouths together again for a long peck. A sigh left Doyoung's mouth, alongside a whispered 'I love you', as they separated. Y/N's smile grew wider while their heart squeezed from happiness. And Doyoung did not complain about the umpteenth kiss that followed.

★ Bonus ★

The purple and red hickies spread around Y/N's neck did not escape the eye of viewers. Comments under the tiktok teasing the couple about it. It didn't bother the two, Doyoung proudly admitting as Y/N confidently displayed them.

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#. 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 : 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

[ ; m.list including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Life is truly unfair, but what happens you decided to take a path of being a grim reaper? Perhaps it is less painful, but it had grown to be similar to the time you were alive. Your soul remains wounded...However, maybe there is one way to heal - but, can you save him?

The angel with clipped wings - Lee Donghyuck, a soul begging to be saved.

─ Pairing: Reaper!Haechan x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: Heavy Angst, Fanfiction (including chapters, no exact amount yet), Angst w. Comfort (sometimes), Wholesome/Fluff (sometimes)

─ Content Warning: Talks about death, portrayal of suicide in the beginning, self harm (referenced)

─ Concepts: Reaper!AU, Reaper!Haechan, PROLOGUE - introductory, reader uses they/them, other neos appear! (Taeyong, Doyoung, Johnny, Renjun and Jaehyun to be exact), some random side character shes not that important, reader is a rookie reaper!, mentions of depression / mental health issues, the other neos are there for comic relief, reader and haechan have a past together, reader doesn’t know tho only haechan - yall learn it as the chapters progress, basically enemies(?) to lovers, haechan kind of a jerk

─ Count of Words: 3.3k

─ Inspiration of the work: See You Again by Yerin Baek, Sorry, Heart by NCT Dream

❒ a/n: this will have more parts!! i planned on not doing it originally, but it makes more sense to break it into parts. i will try to release the other parts one by one since this project is a bit more... story driven - if that makes sense. ty to my cat for motivating me by stepping all over my notes while i write this<3

the next chapters will be longer bc this is just a prologue! i will involve content warnings for each chapter because there will be heavy topics discussed surrounding death.

this whole fic premise is inspired by Goblin + Tomorrow kdrama(s) !! but, it doesn’t exactly follow their concept(s) or plot. its just inspiration and has a similar idea to those dramas (so if you see similarities, you know why ahah) i will switch out one song for each new chapter. sorry heart stays tho because its mainly inspired by that song + that song owns my whole ass heart im just biased

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Every memory replays before you, the message of ‘life plays before your eyes during death’ is true after all; the vivid images, the many emotions you’ve felt throughout your lifetime have brought a sickening amount of nostalgia. The recollection causes you to feel sick, your hot wrists suddenly becoming cold - everything felt crushing, as the idea you’ve thought of before to bring you here was a complete lie.

It wasn’t peaceful at all.

No sign of tranquility overcame you, only the coldness and a heavy burden replacing your beating heart. Suddenly, you are met by the sight of the person - no it’s no person, it was you; your figure laid across the floor, crimson pooling underneath you amongst the trashed bedroom you’ve lived in for years. You regained your own composure, beginning to understand what has happened.

You’ve given up.

Staring at the sight of your own figure, your soul numb by the scene before you; the same scene you’ve craved for so long, you had finally obtained it to only receive nothing. Oh, it is startling and…

“Y/N L/N. Born on Y/BD and deceased on April 18, 2023. Cause of death: Suicide.”

The voice appears behind you, looking towards the owner of it; you meet a black-haired young male, his features sharp yet gentle. His round eyes of dark brown did not leave the black card in his gloved hands, he wore a suit with the tie loosened around the collar and he held a strong aura despite his gentle-like yet handsome face. You blink several times, speaking up - “Who are you?”

He looked up, meeting your eyes and his blank expression had melted away into surprise. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask such a question during these circumstances, but he stared at you; the beauty marks printed upon his tanned skin becoming evident within the sunlight seeping inside your room, the door of your bedroom now open to reveal your mother.

The scream from your mother made you turn your head, a heavy ache resonating in your chest once hearing her distressed voice. Instantly, she cradles you in her arms like an infant, crying out to any god willing to spare any time to help her child; however, it was far too late.

He looks at your mother before looking away, a dull ache rising at the temples of his head. He did not want to feel this way, not again. He looks at you, “I am the reaper who is guiding you to the afterlife…” He tells you before walking up to your closet door. Placing a gloved hand on the doorknob, he did not spare another glance towards you, only motioning for you to follow close to him.

“Can I…Can I stay here a bit longer?” You say barely above a whisper, the cries of your mother causing you to freeze in place. You did not want to leave just yet. He looks at you then at your mother, her weeps heard upon deaf ears with your lifeless body held in her petite arms; he only shook his head.

“If you stay any longer, you won’t find any reason to leave.”

“I wouldn’t huh?” You say softly, looking back at your mother. Drowned out in the mourning of the sorrow of one, you finally move away to walk up to the reaper. He gives no assurance to your dismay, his hand twisting the knob and stepping through the door; with one final glance, you are following after him and met with a bright light. Within a blink of an eye, you are appearing in a seat surrounded by a vintage style kitchen.

It held a cozy interior, the colors holding a soft brown palette. A wind chime held a whimsical tune, no breeze causing the sound however; your eyes watched the silver cling together, humming softly by the collision. This was the afterlife? The more you comprehend it, it felt like a nightmare; the heaviness you’ve carried throughout your life never diminished, why was it still there?

Hanging your head low, you met the sight of your hands, the coldness remaining. The wounds surrounding your wrists became scars, becoming a reminder of the unthinkable. You wanted to cry, but no tears had come; you weren’t sure, but the coldness rushing through your veins made you feel numb.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Looking up, you meet eyes with a man; strikingly handsome features carving his face, his silver strands of hair complimenting his pale skin. He looked like an angel with a kind smile playing at his pink lips, his eyes holding an indescribable amount of innocence.

He sits down in front of you after pulling out the chair, “I am Taeyong. I am the one who listens to each soul’s story and gives them a choice.”

“Choice?” You furrow your brows, unsure whether you are following his words. Weren’t you given a place in Heaven or Hell by what you’ve done throughout your life?

Taeyong nods, “I can explain that further once I get to know you better. I would love to listen to your story.”

A cup of tea appears in front of you once he waved his hand, the silver rings surrounding his fingers glimmering underneath the light on the ceiling; you breathlessly look down at the cup, the steam swirling above. You stare into the cup, your reflection looking back at you. Taeyong observes you, his expression softening - “Would you prefer coffee? I can always change it to your liking.”

Shaking your head, your cold hands meet the warm cup and you feel the curse of numbness finally fade away. It was replaced by an unspeakable misery, however. Tears well up in your eyes, grasp tightening around the cup with trembling hands and you bow your head low - the cold tears dropping onto the tabletop and into the cup, as falling droplets of a downpour.

Taeyong reaches over, placing a gentle hand upon your trembling shoulder - “You can let it all out now.”

After those words, you had fully sunk in your own agonizing pool of regret. You never wanted this yet here you were, explaining your untold feelings to a stranger - a stranger who will guide your soul elsewhere. You are not sure whether you are worthy in any place, holding a scattered self-worth since you were born; you have solely admitted to feeling wrong since the day you were born.

Since the day you were born, your life has been a misfortune.

“Would you like to know something, Y/N?”

Sniffling and wiping at your eyes with the back of your hands, you look at him with a blurry sight. The tears seem never ending for you.

Taeyong gently smiles, “Souls will always have the same scars from their past life. But, they learn to overcome each one in the next.”

His words linger in your head and you shake your head. You weren’t sure whether it was greed or it was the unbearable past of sorrow, you managed these words - “I don’t want to live another life. Not again. It hurts too much to go through it again.”

“Is that what you think?” Taeyong asks, tilting his head slightly to further comprehend your words. Your answer.

Without a second thought, you nod your head - “I can’t go through it again…” You quietly say. The plead in your voice and your gaze was enough to convince him, sometimes some souls cannot fathom the unfairness of reality. Taeyong nods, “You are just like him.”

Confusingly looking at him, he did not explain any further and smiled at you once taking your hands in his. “You will become a reaper. You will carry the past upon your back during the wakes of your new life, are you sure you want this new life?” Taeyong tells you, his eyes tenderly meeting yours and closely observing it. Though, he was surprised to see no hesitance.

“Yes. I will continue my life as a reaper…” You answer back, the promise of your words becoming one you soon regret.

Supposedly, this biggest regret can become something better however.

. . .

“The newbies got out of training today, huh?” said one tall reaper, his dark brown hair styled over his round face. The raven-head reaper looks up from the files settled on his desk, the task of organizing boring him to death; he was glad to have someone break the silence within the room. The room where it held a division of reapers, solely known for collecting souls from the other waking world.

He sits back in his seat, a small groan emitting from his lips while stretching - “Mark was telling me all night about it…Apparently, there’s a new role?”

Johnny looks at the younger reaper, the two having a 100 year age gap; he seems intrigued by the other’s comment. “New role? Does that mean another division?” He questions and Donghyuck only shrugs, closing the file sitting atop of his desk. His eyes began to sting the longer he sees it.

“It’s a temporary role, I think. They will be divided and we will most likely have a few under our wing,” Donghyuck said with a grin. He seems to be fond of the idea; after all, what’s terrible about seeing new faces around the office? As a reaper, things grow too tiring and boring far too quickly. He needs a change.

Before Johnny could reply, another black haired reaper enters with a brunette following behind him. “We have to clean up a bit,” Doyoung nags, the raven-head pointing out at the trash filled to the brim with empty ramen cups eaten by a culprit in the office. It was definitely not Donghyuck. The younger whines, “Are you nagging because the new reapers will be joining our division?”

“No, Donghyuck. I just don’t want roaches creating an economy in our office.” Doyoung rolls his eyes, a hearty laugh escaping the brunette who entered in the office with the older; his dimples deeply imprinted on his pale skin, as he greets Johnny with his deep voice. Donghyuck rolls his eyes, sitting back in his seat - “Have Renjun do it. You can’t boss me around because I am only a few hundred years younger.”

Doyoung scoffs, “I think it’s been a decade.”

Instantly the younger reaper shook his head, picking up the calendar from his desk and revealing the many marked days with a bear stamp - “Wrong! I kept counting just for this day to prove you wrong.” He declares triumphantly, a smirk drawn over his pink lips and Doyoung only sighed while Johnny and Jaehyun laugh at the interaction shared between the two.

No matter how many years or decades, Doyoung can never catch a break with him.

A knock is heard on the door, the voice of Taeyong’s heard from behind before it opens. Instantly, Doyoung stuffs the nearby locker with the bin filled with trash and approaches the opening door, respectfully greeting the other people behind the door, whilst Donghyuck curiously watches afar from his desk sitting in the corner of the room.

Renjun enters and Donghyuck instantly boos, “Who let him in?!”

Renjun raises a fist in his way, instantly placing it down when Taeyong enters. Behind Taeyong, there are two new reapers following closely behind like lost ducklings; the two of them intimidated, despite the similar uniforms they shared with the others in the office.

It took a moment for Donghyuck to let his eyes scan the new faces, the excitement from before becoming a diminished flame of a candle. He wondered if fate is cruel to put him in the same room as you.

“These are the new recruits joining your division. Like always, please make them feel welcome! Please introduce yourselves,” Taeyong gently encourages them with a bright smile. Awkwardly, the two new reapers stood, you clear your throat and bow respectfully - “My name is Y/N L/N. It is very nice to meet you!”

Next to you, the next recruit introduces herself - “Kim Sunmin! Nice to meet you.”

You scan the room, taking in the interior of the ordinary looking office; you wouldn’t think any reaper would work in here considering its normality. You met eyes with the raven-head sitting in the corner of the room behind his desk, his familiar face causing your eyes to lit up; it was the reaper who brought you here! You had completely forgotten about him until now. How could you forget his face?

The constellation of beauty marks printed beautifully on his tanned, handsome face. You can’t forget a person like that, if you saw him again. Once the introductions were cleared and Taeyong had left the room, Doyoung had spoken up - “You two will have partners whenever escort missions are assigned. Just simply do what you have to do, and if there is any problem you could always speak to me or anyone in this room. We are all equal here.”

“Actually, just keep the questions for Doyoung. The fun is for everybody else~” Johnny jokes, Sunmin chuckling at his reply while you stand with a small smile. It still felt intimidating, however. You have no idea how long you’ve studied for to bring you this far, but you felt incredibly drawn to the quiet reaper sitting in the corner of the room; naturally, your eyes are landing on him.

He stares back at you, his expression unreadable. You weren’t sure whether he was the quiet type or it was simply because you were a stranger in a familiar environment. You decided to walk around the crowd, approaching him who didn’t leave his desk to introduce himself; it is essential to get to know him, you’ll be working with him for an eternity, after all.

As you stand in front of him, his eyes never leave yours and you bow politely towards him. “I am Y/N L/N.” You introduce yourself, looking at him with a smile. For a brief moment, you see a flash of pain in his eyes; your own friendliness being ineffective, as he remains tense and his lips have grown slightly pale.

Your own enthusiasm falls from your face, concern replacing each detail of your expression - “Are you alright?”

Reaching out towards him, a hand nearing his shoulder and he instantly moves your hand away. His hand was cold in comparison with yours, the shock evident on his face and body. Rising from his seat, his hands slamming against the desk and the commotion led the others’ attention landing on you and Donghyuck; he breathed heavily, sounding like he was having difficulty breathing.

“G-Get away from me…” He whispers and you confusingly look back at him. You weren’t exactly offended, but lost; what did he mean by that? The two of you only met once, how could you affect him this much?

“Donghyuck? What’s up?” Johnny approaches the younger, the taller glancing at you before looking at the raven-head; observing him closely. Donghyuck says nothing, moving away from the desk and his shoulder colliding with the older’s when walking out hastily. Johnny seems speechless, never seeing the reaper the way he is no matter how long they’ve known each other.

Renjun instantly chases after the other, a thick silence hanging above everybody once the two left. Stunned, you stand at Donghyuck’s desk not sure what has happened, until Johnny approaches you with an understanding smile. “He probably had a bad day. Don’t worry too much about it, rookie.” He comforts you, patting you on the shoulder.

“…Let's go out! My treat, as a celebration for Y/N and Sunmin’s arrival!” Doyoung suggests, breaking the tension overbearingly carried amongst everyone within the office. Everyone else nodded, wanting to enjoy the day regardless of the unexpected situation; although you tried your best to smile and focus on the present moment, you can’t help but feel guilty.

But, how could you feel guilty with something you don’t know about?

An arm is draped over your shoulders, Johnny standing next to you and giving an assuring smile and squeeze on your shoulder - “Don’t worry too much about it? Sometimes, this job takes a toll on you. Don’t take it personally.”

You slowly nodded, knowing many instances of many reapers’ mental health issues. It wasn’t exactly surprising, considering every single reaper holds a story of their own.

Just like you, they possibly find no reason for living.

. . .

Walking through the corridors of the dorm, you are left alone with the footsteps echoing the halls and your own thoughts. Though today was fun, especially with a fun time with your new co-workers and soon to be friends, you are left with the heavy burden cursing your heart or chest; you aren’t exactly sure if you are considered a being with a beating heart or you particularly own one.

The more you live as a reaper, you’ve realized you are nothing but a soul carrying the past memories with a heaviness straining your heart. Was this punishment for becoming one?

Surely, you could regret it now, but it was too late now. You’ve come this far to only feel this constant heaviness, a curse engraved in your soul; living is somehow still painful like you were alive. Does this pain go away? You haven’t lived long enough as a reaper to exactly answer such a question, but you have no one to ask. Despite your peers being friendly, you felt out of place.

Once again, your soul is feeling wrong.

Walking to your room of the new dormitory given to you based on the division you were assigned to, you are met with the sound of someone singing. His voice light, carried throughout the halls in a gentle melody; his voice angelic, considering how lovely it was in your ears. Meeting your room door, you look around the halls, wondering what door it could be. Was it next door?

You shut your eyes and listen, the heaviness within your chest being lifted. Even for a moment, you found peace. The more you listened, you felt an uplift of your own lips; feeling calmed by the steady notes singing throughout the dormitory. You wondered, if anyone else heard it or not. Whether they do, you were glad to be able to let the person singing have their time to shine.

You weren’t sure how long you stood, but the song came to a stop with a low hum then a silence replacing the field of notes you were surrounded with momentarily. Pouting to yourself, clearly disappointed. Taking a deep breath, you take out your room key until you hear a soft cry. Freezing, you look towards the sound and hear the shakiness of someone’s breathing before another cry escapes his lips.

Who knew, the angel with the most beautiful voice was in pain.

Unlocking the door, you decided not to interfere knowing it was not your place to do so. You were still a stranger to these people, you can’t get too close. Entering inside your room, you quietly close the door behind yourself and rest your body against the door; his cries are not any louder, but only distant once you are inside. Sinking to the floor, you sit with your knees propped up against your chest.

“Your voice isn’t fit for those tears…” You whisper, wishing your words could be carried to him as a message of comfort. However, it wasn’t possible.

On the other side of the wall, the reaper with an aching voice continues to cry whilst curling up on his bed. Hugging himself as an attempt to comfort himself, he gently hums amongst his cries; trying to calm himself down. Donghyuck hasn’t cried this hard in so long, yet somehow the past had come to haunt him.

Though, the past is a reaper’s misfortune, this different type of misfortune had punished him severely. What was he going to do?

The knife stuck in his chest is remembered once again, wishing for the tragedy to end by the one who can save him.

Yet the savior is the one who stuck this blade in the first place.

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Resident Himbo: Operation Heartbreaker

Lee Jeno x Reader + Kim Doyoung x Reader

Summary: You were whipped for the senior in your PE class, and one of your classmates catch on, designating himself as your personal wingman, unprompted. The resident himbo teaming up with a love sick puppy could only mean one thing: events will end horribly.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, university au,puppy!jeno, cool kid!doyoung, fluff, pining, jealousy, typos, angst etc.

A/N: I havent written anything for kpop lately but since i recently read a frat fic, it made me miss making uni aus and im about to do something about that. Tagging: @pinksirensong hi bestie lol idk if you even know/like kpop but i'm tagging you anyway HAHAHAHH jeno is the one on the left and doyoung is the one on the right and that's all you need to know <3

I was crouched down, hands on my knees, catching my breath as I watched the dudes on the court duke it out in the most intense game of dodgeball I have ever had the displeasure of ever being part of ever.

"So," the voice of the meathead I knew as Jeno calls from my side. I turn to him, lips parted as I heaved. He grinned as he looked down at me, the crescent moons on his eyes endearing as ever, "Doyoung, huh?"

I knit my brows at him as I pushed back the feel of butterflies in my stomach at the sound of the name he said.

He crosses his arms, his toned muscles on full display in his muscle tee, "you totes have crush on him, doncha?"

My spirit leaves my body in this moment. I could not hide it.

I straighten up at his words. I look at him with wide eyes as my mind raced, wondering wildly, racking my brain intensely, at how Lee Jeno, with all his muscle mass and lack thereof in brain power, managed to put that together.

Poke me in the eyes and smack me in the throat was I that obvious?!

Jeno watches me tense. He begins to frown at it, not expecting the reaction. He begins to feel bad. He drops his arms to the side and opens his mouth to start apologizing. He doesn't have the chance to however.

"Am I that obvious?" I question, turning to him, grabbing his toned bicep.

Jeno immediately beams, raising a finger at me, "no, I'm just really quick with these things!"

My face drops. He cannot be for real right now.

Jeno recognizes my look. He raises one hand, his other darts to his chest, "I swear. I might be stupid but I have a pretty good gauge on these sort of things."

I frown at his words as he calls, "scout's honor!"

"Jeno," I sigh, "you're not stupid. Slow, yes, but if anyone ever called you a meathead in anyway other than affectionately, you tell me and I will chew their head off."

He snorts, dropping his hands, nodding.

I suck in a deep breath as I turn back to the court where the 4 seniors were still very much screaming at each other; the poor 2 remaining freshmen, caught in the frenzy of it all, were fighting for their lives.

Jeno's eyes crinkle at the sight. He claps his hands and cheers, cupping his mouth as he called, "GO JOHN! CRUSH YONGIE LIKE A PANCAKE!"

I scowl at his simile and side eye him, eyes darting back to the apple of my eye, Doyoung, who throws a ball at poor Minji, who gets hit on the shoulder and sadly retreats to the side with the rest of the class.

"Sorry, pretty girl!" Doyoung calls casually, the way he does with everyone.

The group of girls, Minji included, squeal at his words. Oh, to be called pretty by Doyoung.

Jeno turns to me, nudging me with his shoulder when he catches my face, "duddddeee, you're so whipped."

I shoot him a glare. His face beams brighter than the damn sun.

I huff. He throws an arm around my shoulder, "don't worry, doll face," he crushes me against him, "I got a plan for you. We'll call it-

OPERATION HEARTBREAKER!"

I furrow my brows at Jeno, who pulled back and jumped, raising his hands up at me excitedly. The corner of his lips are pulled from ear to ear, his teeth are on full display.

I release a sigh as he straightens up and throws an arm around my shoulder again, beginning to go into detail about his plan for me.

Sweet lord and all the angels in heaven, how long has this boy been thinking this through?... ... ... I didn't know he could think this hard...

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 1 (Soda Bottle)

"Jeno, please, this is so first grade," I sigh as I grip the cold can in my hands and repel Jeno as he pushes me from behind, "also, who drinks soda when they're thirsty?"

Jeno, who was all at once using his strength against me, yet also obviously holding back from using his full force, manages to make me step a few more paces towards Doyoung, who was seated next to Jaehyun, watching the rest of the second round of dodgeball play out.

"You do!" he says, just as I jolt forward, making both Doyoung and Jaehyun turn to me.

My eyes widen at the attention. I turn back and shake my head, "no, I dont, no, I don't, no, I don't--"

"He does!" Jeno stops me, grabbing both my shoulders, "look, let's just casually sit next to them, and then you say, 'hey, Do, wan'a soda?' If he says no, no biggie! Say, oh ok, 'can you just open this for me then'."

"Okay, first of all, no one calls him Do-"

Jeno sighs, placing his hand on his waist.

"Second of all, I-"

"Second of all, if you don't do this, I'm going to use you as a human shield in the next round of dodgeball."

I narrow my eyes at him, "you wouldn't."

"I don't know," he dramatically looks around, "I've been feeling real unathletic because of you."

I punch his arm. He grips it as he chuckles, making a fake pained face. The next thing he does, he grabs my free hand and drags me against my will.

It's happening.

"Hey dudes," Jeno calls casually. Doyoung and Jaehyun greet Jeno with a high-five handshake.

I follow suit, greeting the two seniors, who proceed to smile at me and say my name in regard.

Jeno motions that I sit next to Doyoung. I awkwardly clear my throat as I do so, hands probably colder than the soda I was cradling for dear life.

When Jeno sits next to me, he elbows me so roughly I crash onto Doyoung. The latter turns to me in concern. I quickly apologize to him as I feel my face heat up at the encounter.

Doyoung's eyes fall to the soda in my hand, "oh, that's my favorite flavor."

I blink rapidly at him, stomach in a whirlpool at the sight of his smile.

"Want me to open it for you?" the absolute love of my life offers, unprompted.

My jaw slacks. I make an unknown sound. I dumbly offer him the object, wishing offering my love to him was just as easy and simple.

Jeno turns away as he watches the encounter, unable to hold the pleased giggles that leave him over the fact his plan was going well.

Doyoung takes the can from me, moving it away from us as he opens it cautiously, in case it explodes everywhere.

Jaehyun stands to his feet, hollering in amusement when at Donghyuck was hit by a ball to the noggin.

Doyoung hands me my drink with a soft smile as he breaks into a loud laugh, joining Jaehyun as he stands and points at their friend, who was dramatically sprawled out on the floor, waving his hand out as he asked someone to call an ambulance for him, or that he gets a 100 mark in this activity.

I nearly choke on the soda I was drinking when Jeno turns to me and nudges me once more. I pull the drink away, some of it spills on my clothes. Jeno throws his arms around my shoulder as he mutters excitedly under his breath, "you did it, dude! You did it!"

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 5 (Lunch)

Jeno cranes his neck. Mark and Jaemin watch him, giving him weird looks as he does so.

"Dude, what the heck are you doing?" Jaemin asks, popping a french fry in his mouth.

"Who are you looking for?" Mark says as he cranes his own neck, looking in the direction Jeno was.

"Shh," Jeno presses a finger to his lips, "I'm watching to see if- homaygosh- it's happening, it's happening, everyone shut up, it's happening."

"Bro, what are you talking about?" Mark turns to Jeno.

Jeno merely shushes him louder, eyes locked on the situation playing out in the other side of the cafeteria, just past the crowd flocking by the food stall.

"Hey, Doyoung," I huff, willing my shoulders down as the tall, dark haired man, wearing the sweater I absolutely loved on him, turns to me. Doyoung smiles in his blue top, "hey."

Lord, take me now.

I ignore his friend, Taeyong, who looks at me then looks away, muttering something to Taeil beside him.

Shut it, they are so not talking about you. Overthinking anxiety begone!

"What are you thinking of getting?" Doyoung asks, snapping me out of my trance, as he turns tries to steal a look of the food on the food stall a few feet away from us.

I suck in a breath then sigh, "I, uh... I'm not sure... but uh..."

My breath hitches when Doyoung turns back to me.

I grip my fists tightly, biting my lower lip before I continued, "do you mind if I eat lunch with you today?"

Doyoung blinks at the question.

I begin to panic when he immediately does not agree like what Jeno told me he would do, "I... I-I-I just- I don't have anyone to eat with, so I thought..."

Doyoung knit his brows then turns away, proceeding to scan the room. His lips curve into a soft smile. He points behind me, "isn't that Jeno?"

"W-what?"

I think I went into the next life when Doyoung grabs my shoulders and spins me around, "Jeno. Your best friend?"

Jeno looks at me with wide eyes from the other side of the room.

My heart races, "he's- he's not- he's not my best friend."

"Oh," Doyoung pulls away, "what is he then?"

I turn back to Doyoung, unable to answer when I find he is slightly leaned over, and his face is so close to mine. He straightens back, face contorting to that of mischief, "no, wait, don't tell me. Is he your boyfriend?"

I am mortified.

"Yo, what?" Jaehyun busts out out of nowhere, "you're dating Jeno?" He comes to my side, extending a hand out to me. I take it, against myself, as he bro slaps me on the shoulder, "hardcore, dude." Jaehyun pulls away and the rest of my braincells are taken with him, "that dude is whipped for you, man," he says, "bro follows you like a puppy. It bemega cute."

Doyoung turns to Jaehyun, lips slightly curving at his words. His expression falters when he turns back to me. He calls my name in concern, "are you alright?"

I turn to Doyoung, faking a smile. I don't note on the matter as I push him back when the line begins to move. I evade the question altogether, "oh look, they have pasta!"

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 7 (Volunteer)

"Look," Jeno sighs, "just because phase 5 backfired, doesn't mean you should give up on him."

"Jeno-"

"Yeah, phase 6 was iffy, but it happens when you throw pickup lines. You never know what's gonna work. Phases 1 through 4 were stellar though!"

I stop in my tracks, heaving slightly, since we were in the middle of running laps in PE. I throw Jeno a look, making him halt a few steps in front of me. I begin to jog again as I rant, "phase 2 nearly cost me my head."

"Ok, that's a little dramatic, considering you barely did anything while being on Doyoung's team."

"Johnny spiked a ball to my face," I quip, "you know, Johnny, the six foot tall giant that was on the highschool volleyball team!!"

"And your prince charming saved you!"

I roll my eyes, "yeah, and phase 3 was anything but stellar, considering I tripped on my way over to ask Doyoung if he wanted to walk together to the gym."

"But he said yes though!" Jeno calls, "I'm 99.9% sure he thought it was cute. I saw the whole thing from the bushes!"

"Jeno-"

"Hey, I thought it was cute."

"Please, you think anything is cute," I whine, "because you're a meathead!"

Jeno purses his lips.

I tear my gaze from in front of me to my right when he does not answer. I nudge him, "affectionately."

He huffs, "I know."

Part of me feels bad when he pouts.

"Don't even get me started on phase 4, Jeno."

"Look, I'm sorry he thinks we're dating, but I'm telling you, this is going to work. Doyoung always gets called back to do the attendance because Mr. Kim is his coach and he's the captain of the football team. So, just go up to him while he's doing rounds and volunteer to help."

I sigh, shaking my head, "I don't know, Jeno."

"Just, just, please, trust me on this."

Jeno watches me sigh. He breaks into a grin when I agree under my breath.

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 7.5?

"Hey, Jeno," Doyoung calls just before Jeno could leave.

He was in the middle of wiping his sweat when he turned to Doyoung, "oh, hey, Do, what's up?"

Doyoung cringes, pointing a finger, "I told you not to call me that."

Jeno smriks, shrugging, "I think it's cute."

Doyoung rolls his eyes at the thought. He turns over his shoulder when he hears laughter behind him. Jeno looks out too, smiling at the sight of you and Jaehyun messing around with Donghyuck.

Doyoung turns back to Jeno, curved lips flattening into a line. He motions vaguely, "are you two dating?"

Jeno snaps out of his trance, face falling from the amusement as he turns back to Doyoung, "what?"

Doyoung tilts his head, shifting in his spot, "Jaehyun said you were and it got me thinking, although, he is pretty thoughtless."

Jeno snorts, "lol."

"I just-" Doyoung asked, "I mean, it's become quite clear to me that I'm being doted on and... I don't know, I've been catching myself enjoying the attention."

Jeno perks at the admission, "what? Wow. That's great!"

Doyoung chuckles, narrowing his eyes, "is it?"

"Yeah, dude! I'm so happy for you both."

Doyoung is taken aback when Jeno moves over to give him a side hug and a pat on the shoulder, "I'm glad you finally caught the puppy dog stares."

Doyoung watches Jeno. He hums in thought for a moment before asking, "and you haven't caught your own?"

Jeno tilts his head. He clearly doesn't get it.

Doyoung sees the pure disconnect in his face. He sighs, "forget it, dude," he pats Jeno on the shoulder, "see you next week."

Operation Heartbreaker: Phase 10 (Ask Him Out!)

I slam my milk tea cup on the table, "I'm going to do it."

Mark, who was sat next to me on my left, slams his hand on the table dramatically, "hell yeah!"

Jeno, who was sat in front of me, looks between us in utter confusion, "wait, what? What's happening? What are you going to do?"

"Phase 10. I'm going to ask him out!" I beam, nodding my head firmly.

Jeno's confused face contorts into a pout, "oh. Oh, okay."

Jaemin, next to Jeno, in front of Mark, throws me a look, "aren't you two dating already?"

I feel my face catch on fire at Jaemin's words.

"Dude," Jaemin rolls his eyes, "you've been hanging out with him so much that I nearly forgot about your stupid phase-phase bullshit, considering how long you've put it off too."

"Yo," Mark calls, "no but like Jeno was a total genius for that thoughhhh!" Mark extends his hand out to Jeno, who cautiously takes his hand into a high-five handshake, "you gotta set me up with someone too, bro."

Jeno evidently looks bothered by the idea. I swat Mark away, making him recoil his hand.

Jaemin narrows his eyes at me, "why are you even hanging out with us today? Don't you eat lunch with Doyoung now?"

"Jeno asked me to eat with him."

"And you said yes?" Jaemin questions.

I give him a look, "yeah. Do you normally just invite yourself to people's lunch tables?"

"I don't need an invite because Jeno and I are friends," he says, throwing an arm over the said man.

"Are you saying we're not?" I raise my brows at him.

"Exactly," Jaemin points, pulling his arm away from Jeno.

Jeno turns to his right, "hey!"

"Yeah," I agree, "hey! We are totally friends."

Jeno nods.

Jaemin rolls his eyes, taking a big scoop of his yogurt, "ok, morons, whatever you say."

Mark narrows his eyes at Jaemin. Something was up with that dude and his tone, Mark could feel it.

Later that day, I was running through the halls, with a singular thought in mind, finding Lee Jeno.

I bolted through the crowds of people that were eager to get home. I release a huff when I get to Jeno's classroom. I curse under my breath when I find it's empty.

I rack my brain, then the next second, I think I know exactly where he'd be this moment.

I break into a grin when I spot him, Mark, and Jaemin, hanging out by the benches under a tree, "Jeno!"

I chuckle to myself when I catch Jeno practically perk to life upon hearing my call.

He stands from his spot on the bench when he catches me running over to him. He looks at me in concern, walking a few steps over to meet me as I near.

"Hey," I sigh, stopping once I'm before him.

"Hey," he says in a much different manner, brows furrowed in concern, "is everything alright?"

I nod, knitting my brows at the sight of him. I place a hand on his shoulder, "yeah, no, everything is fine, don't worry."

Jeno shakes his head, "aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Doyoung?"

"Yeah," I purse my lips, "but I have something really important to tell you."

Jaemin, who was listening in on our entire conversation, as was Mark next to him, leans on his lap and narrows his eyes, "you ditched Doyoung?"

I turn to him, but then back to Jeno who lights up and mutters, "really? You wanted to see me? I... what is it?"

I take in the glimmer of his eyes and break into a smile, feeling my heart soar at the sight of him. I take both of his hands in mine as I blurt, "I asked him out!"

Jeno blinks. He stills, then his eyes widen.

I huff out a chuckle at his confusion, then clarify, "Doyoung! I asked Doyoung out!"

One of Jeno's eyes narrow, "oh!" he says awfully flatly, "wow!"

I knit by brows at his reaction, releasing his hands, "yeah. I actually caught him after lunch and asked him on a whim," I laugh to myself when I recall the encounter, "he threw his head back in laughter and said he was about to ask me later today," I shake my head in excitement, "I guess it all worked out in the end!"

Jeno's lips part. He says nothing for a moment then he pulls his lips into smile, and yet his eyes don't form the crescents they normally do, "oh, yeah. Wow... that's totally wild," he chuckles softly, "good for you... bro."

I raise my brows at his reaction.

Jeno mentally curses.

When Jeno raises his fists and finally beams at me, I feel reinvigorated. I beam back and throw my arms around him, sealing him into a tight hug. I feel him tense against me, but I did not want to pull away yet, so I allow myself just a few more seconds.

Jeno catches himself and how he reacts. He jolts back when the embrace is cut short just when he was about to lean into it. He clears his throat to play it off.

"Thank you, Jeno," I smile, "I... I couldn't have done any of this without you."

Jeno feels his chest constrict in a manner that was both sweet and bitter. Jeno catches himself again. He really was a meathead. His lips break into a soft smile. He nods his head slowly, "anything for you."

I chuckle at the sentiment, punching his shoulder playfully, "don't say that, or else I'll abuse my power and make you buy me, like, 100 doughnuts."

Jeno turns to his feet as muttering to himself lowly, "I'll buy you 1000."

"Well," I purse my lips, "I'm gonna get going now. Doyoung is gonna drive me home."

Jeno turns to me, forehead wrinkled.

"I told him to wait for me, since I had to talk to you."

Jeno doesn't react to this. Jaemin does though, "how sweet."

The sardonic tone is muted out.

I tent my hands in front of me, "isn't he?"

Mark leans back on the bench, "oof."

I look between the three of them, face contorting at the grim looks on their faces. I decide not to note on this and raise my hand out as I wave them goodbye, "see you kids tomorrow then."

Jaemin and Mark greet me goodbye. Jeno only nods as he smiles softly. I smile back at him before walking away.

Something settles in Jeno's gut once he is left standing alone.

Jaemin sighs, standing next to Jeno, placing a hand on his shoulder after he deflates.

Mark stands too, mimicking the sentiment, "duuuuuuuude."

Jeno straightens up.

"I told you you weren't friends," Jaemin says.

Extremely unlike him, Jeno feels standoffish, "I don't know what you mean, Jaemin."

Jeno rolls his shoulders back. Jaemin and Mark pull their hands away because of it.

Jeno sits back in his spot, releasing a heavy sigh.

Mark and Jaemin turn to each other, the former says again, this time sadder, "dude."

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