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kkodzvken · 3 years

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take the dive - sugawara koushi x milf!reader

tags/warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY! slight dubcon, infidelity, post timeskip (suga teaches reader’s kids). overstimulation and slight dumbification, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public (in an empty classroom)

a/n: this is my piece for @ultimate-astridwriting’s milf fuckers collab, which you can find here!! thank you for hosting this astrid, and thank u to everyone in the server for ur love and support as i worked on this <33. title cred: take the dive by jonghyun

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Amidst a faculty full of stuffy old dinosaurs and suits, Sugawara Koushi is a breath of fresh air. He’s a welcome distraction, a pretty face to focus on at dull PTA meetings and assemblies. And you knew that you weren’t the only one making heart eyes at him. Everywhere that he went, heads turned, and moms whispered. At the bus stop, on the sidelines of sports matches, in the waiting rooms outside dance classes.

It was just that, though -- just whispers. Little knowing glances and nudged shoulders, dreamy sighs and brief sinful indulgences. Nothing more than a brief escape from the monotony of your everyday lives. You’d lose yourselves in the fantasy for a few seconds, and then pull your heads down from the clouds and plant your feet on solid ground. You enjoyed your gossip with the other moms, and then you returned home, to your husband and children. To your family.

You love them, of course. Your children are your world, and your husband is a good man. He’s a good man, and that’s what made it so hard. He treats you well, keeps his words soft and never once put his hands on you.

He may be good, but, God, was he boring. You can’t remember the last time that he’d even kissed you, let alone fucked you. He came home later and later each night, too tired from work to do anything but silently scarf down his dinner and plant himself on the couch in front of the television. He dragged himself into bed hours after you did. He tried to be quiet, he really did, but he woke you up every single night with his stomping and shuffling. When you snuggled closer to him, he pushed you off. My back hurts too bad, he’d say, voice tinged with regret. Remind me to book another appointment with the chiropractor.

It was always some excuse or another.

So, really, you couldn’t blame yourself for your wandering eye. You weren’t going to act on it, of course -- you weren’t a cheater -- but the young teacher was something to occupy yourself with. A pretty face to fill your thoughts as you wrangled your horde of screaming kids from swim lessons to dance practice to art classes. A pretty, pretty body to imagine as you fucked yourself with your fingers, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your moans. You couldn’t help but imagine that it was him, lithe body leaning over yours. No complaints of aching backs and sore muscles, none of the complications that came with age.

You’d leave your husband catatonic on the couch, put the kids to sleep, and then go dream of their hot teacher. You should’ve been more ashamed, but there was a part of you that loved the thrill of it. You flushed whenever you saw Mr. Sugawara the next morning, memories of your illicit thoughts filling your mind, but it also made your body feel electric.

Of course there was a part of you that longed to throw caution to the wind and jump the young man, but your conscience was much stronger than your weak, lustful thoughts. You were happy with the way things were now. As dull as your husband was, and as insufferable as the children could sometimes be, you were happy.

This was all you had ever wanted. A house in the suburbs, a husband with a well-paying job, three kids and a dog. You’re living the fucking dream. You’re happy, you tell yourself.

So why the fuck are you so unsatisfied?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

With a deep breath, you stare down the heavy glass doors at the school’s entrance. You want nothing more than to find the idiot architect who designed this building, and strangle him for installing pull doors. Your arms are already sore from carrying the giant tray of brownies from your car to the front of the school, and you worry that if you put the treats down to open the door, you wouldn’t be able to lift them up again. A quick glance at your watch tells you that you have two minutes left to reach the gym where the bake sale is being held. The PTA president is notorious for hating latecomers, and you weren’t in the mood to get your head bit off.

You’re debating doing some gymnastics and using your foot to grab the handle, when you notice footsteps approaching from behind you. You open your mouth to ask for help, but they beat you to it. “Let me get the door,” says their syrupy, melodic voice.

Their familiar voice.

Your body practically freezes as a strong arm reaches over your shoulder. Long fingers – fingers that you’ve fantasized about too many times to count – twist the handle and push it open easily. You don’t know how you didn’t notice him approaching sooner, but now that he’s here, your senses are in overdrive. The sweet scent of his cologne, the sound of his breath, the warmth of his body – it’s all too much, and it makes your knees feel weak.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you say, voice coming out much breathier than you intended. This must be some kind of Pavlovian response from all your fantasizing, because there is no reason for your stomach to be twisting right now. “Thank you.”

He grins sheepishly and steps away, and you hate the way that your body screams at you to lean into him. “It’s no problem. Is that for the bake sale? Here, let me carry it for you.”

You try to protest, but there’s really no point. His long fingers are already pushing yours to the sides, and you swear you’ve been electrified as he pulls the tray out of your hands. It’s a shame, really, that he’s wearing a button-down. The sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, at least, but you would’ve loved to see his biceps flex as he carried that tray…

What am I doing? You dig your nails into your palm to snap yourself out of your thoughts, but it’s hard to stay lucid when he’s so beautiful. He carries the brownies with ease, using just one arm to support their weight as the other holds the door open for you. It should make you upset, that you’re so weak in comparison to him, but the thought just makes you feel even more breathless. He’s so strong, so young, and so unlike your husband.

“Thank you,” you say again as he steps into the building behind you. You reach for the tray, but he waves you off.

“Nonsense. I’ll walk you to the gym.”

“Oh, really, you don’t have to—”

“I insist. Anything for my favorite mom.”

His…favorite? His words leave you too stupefied to protest any further, and he takes your silence as compliance. Your body automatically follows in his footsteps as he paces down the hallways.

He looks over at you and smiles comfortingly. It lights up his entire face, but does little to ease your turbulent thoughts.

Your mind is still fixated on his words as you step onto the squeaky wood flooring of the gymnasium. Sugawara calmly walks over to the PTA president, who looks like she’s about to rip her hair out. She’s surrounded by a gaggle of other moms, all jabbering away with concern painted across their faces.

“Is something wrong, ladies?” he asks. His voice snaps them all out of their conversation, and their eyes widen as they take him in.

“Yes,” says the PTA president scornfully. “We were supposed to have the brownies here already! The sale starts in ten minutes, and if this keeps up, I won’t have enough time to inventory everything and make it presentable, and –”

“I have the brownies,” you cut in, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

She blanches, and looks from you to the tray in Sugawara’s arms. An oh is all she can muster before grabbing the brownies and rushing off.

“Is everything okay?” one of the other moms asks, her voice laced with fake sweetness. “Oh, and you look so tired, dear. If you couldn’t manage your part, you should’ve just said so!”

“It would’ve been no trouble,” another woman says. “I’d have had no trouble whipping up a tray for you! Everyone always does love my baking.”

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to snap at them. It’s always like this – the other moms seem so in tune with their lives of domestic bliss, playing games of politics and constantly competing to be the best. Try as you might, you just can’t satisfy yourself with a life like theirs.

The material of Sugawara’s shirt brushes against you, and you start. He doesn’t pull away as you flinch, instead gently resting his hand on the small of your back. “Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal her away? Mrs. (L/N), I have your son’s science fair project sitting in my classroom. He keeps forgetting to bring it home. Would you like to go collect it now?”

You nod, relieved at the excuse to escape these women and their sickening artificial sweetness. Sugawara gently guides you with the hand on your back. You can’t help but internally smirk at the thinly-veiled jealousy on the faces of the other mothers.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“This is why you’re my favorite,” Sugawara says, once you’re safely out of earshot. “All these PTA moms are so fake. But you’re not like that, are you?”

You nod, still a bit convinced that this is all a dream. He doesn’t remove his hand from your back as you walk down the hallways, and only pulls away when you reach the door to his classroom. He fishes through his pocket and pulls out a ring of keys, before insert one into the knob and pushing the door open. He gestures for you to enter first, and so you do, blinking at the harsh sudden brightness of the automatic lights.

You awkwardly glance around the room. You’ve been here plenty of times before, but that was all during the daytime, when it was packed full of energetic children. It feels…strange, to be alone in a classroom as an adult. Or, well, alone, except for the stupidly attractive teacher that you’ve been lusting over.

“Where’s the project?” you ask, trying to diffuse some of the tension building in your stomach. “I should head home soon.”

Sugawara leans his back against the door and cocks his head. “You know, I know what you say about me.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb.” His eyes rove across your body, lingering on your chest for far longer than they should. “I’m not deaf, you know. I hear all the things you say about me. You’re just like all the other moms.” He pushes off the door, stalking closer to you. You instinctively take a step back. “Only difference is, you might actually have the guts to do something about it.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, so hard that you think your ribs might bruise. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Sugawara. I-”

You take another step back, and another, and suddenly your back collides with concrete. Your body jolts, and you yelp at the sudden pain.

Sugawara leans closer. One of his hands braces against the board behind your head, and the other one comes up to cradle your face. His long fingers hook under your chin and press, forcing you to tilt your head up and meet his gaze. His thumb brushes against your lip, and you can’t deny how the sensation makes your body feel like jelly.

Every rational thought in your mind is screaming at you to run, to leave, to get away from him and go back to your husband, but God, it’s been so long since you’ve felt like this. It’s been so long since someone’s made your heart race and your breaths quicken, since someone’s made you blush like a schoolgirl over a simple touch.

“What was that you said?” he asks, his voice dripping with honey. “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

You swallow and bite the inside of your cheek. The pain does nothing to clear the fog inside your mind. “I-I don’t, I-”

“You do,” he interrupts, his thumb still toying with your lip. “You’re so fucking obvious. I bet you’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Mr. Sugawara!” His lewd words make you gasp, but more than anything, you hate the fact that he’s right. Your body has a mind of its own, and it wants nothing more than to wrap your lips around his thumb and pull him closer. It wants to feel his arms wrapped around you, feel his body towering over you.

But you can’t. As much as you want to, you can’t, because you have a husband at home who’s waiting for you. Sure, he isn’t home right now, because he’s putting in extra hours at the office. And sure, he hasn’t touched you or made you feel desired in weeks. Hell, you haven’t had a genuine conversation in weeks. But he’s still your husband! You try and remind yourself of that. You roll the thought around in your head, hoping that it’ll push your thoughts of Sugawara away.

But the young teacher is persistent, and there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes your chest tighten. “Call me Koushi, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess –”

“What, you’re going to pretend that it didn’t make you wetter? Going to pretend that you aren’t clenching your thighs together right now?” He leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes against your ear as he whispers. “Your body doesn’t lie, baby.”

A whine slips past your lips at his words, and then you gasp, mortified with yourself. But the grin that covers his face makes your transgression worth it, because God, he’s handsome. His hand squeezes your chin even tighter, and then trails down to your neck. Your breath catches in your chest. You’re hyperaware of his every movement, of his fingers trailing across your skin, his touch feather-light. It leaves you aching for more.

You instinctively whine again, and he lets out a noise of surprised delight. “Whining like this, and you’re still denying that you want me? What’s got you so embarrassed?”

“I have a husband,” you hiss – or, at least, you try to hiss. It comes out more like a whimper than anything else.

Sugawara looks at you for a beat – and then throws his head back and laughs. It catches you off guard, and you furrow your brow. “Why the fuck are you laughing?”

He collects himself, but his eyes are still gleaming when he looks back at you. “Sure, you have a husband. But that doesn’t stop you from thinking about me, does it? Tell me, when’s the last time that your husband took care of you? When’s the last time that he touched you, or fucked you, or made you feel good?”

“Mr. Sugawara, this is inappropriate–”

“Stop lying to yourself.” His voice suddenly drops, his stare forceful and deadly serious. “Say the word, and I’ll go. We can pretend this never happened. But anyone with eyes can tell that you’re unsatisfied.”

“I…I don’t…” Your thoughts feel like a wave, building higher and higher. They bounce around your head, reverberating against your skull, so loud that you can’t even think.

“Why are you settling?”

“Mr. Sugawara, please, I–”

“Why are you settling, when you know you want more?”

The wave crests.

You don’t know who moves first, but somehow, your fingers are tangled in his hair, and his lips are slotted against yours. It’s not soft, or sweet – it’s a mess of teeth and tongues and feverish breaths. His hands are everywhere. They trail over your skin, explore the curves of your chest and your stomach, grip tightly at your waist to pull you closer.

“Mr. Sugawara,” you pant against his lips. Your lungs scream for oxygen, but you can’t bear to drag yourself away from him for even a second. He kisses so well. It may be rushed, and messy, but there’s so much hunger behind his actions that it makes your head spin. It’s like his lips are a live wire, and every second that they touch yours, they send a thousand volts of electricity arcing through your body.

“Koushi,” he breathes. “Call me Koushi, please.” You nod, and then hurriedly undo the buttons of his shirt, popping a few off in the process. Neither of you care. His hands finally dip beneath the hem of your dress, and he wastes no time in unceremoniously tugging it off your body.

Your hands instinctively go to cover yourself. Age and childbirth have changed your body, and you know that Mr. Sugawara – no, Koushi – is probably used to beautiful young women. You still don’t understand why his eye landed on you. He surely has dozens of girls his age fawning over him, with flat stomachs and perky tits. Why you?

He grips your wrists and pries your hands away from your body. “Don’t do that,” he says, so gentle in contrast to the fire from just moments ago. “Don’t cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.”

Oh.

You can’t remember the last time that someone called you beautiful. You can’t remember the last time that you felt beautiful.

But right now, with Koushi staring at you, eyes blown out with lust… you feel it.

He sinks onto his knees, lips already pressing little kisses against your hips and upper thighs. You try and protest – really, Koushi, you don’t have to – but he shushes you instantly. He hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in without hesitation. Even through the fabric of your panties, you’re in fucking heaven. His tongue laves against your clit, focusing so much attention onto the swollen bead that you can’t help but let out a moan.

You slap your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. You’re in an elementary school, for God’s sake. The bake sale is at the other side of the large building, but you’re terrified of someone walking past and catching you. Guilt swirls around your heart, but it’s quick to dissipate when Koushi tugs your panties off and throws them over his shoulder. He buries himself into your cunt again, and it’s even better without the barrier. The coil in your stomach is tightening embarrassingly fast, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care. His tongue laps at your folds, slurping lewdly.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Your body moves of its own accord. Your hips grind against Koushi’s face, and he moans right into your cunt. His lips move up to your clit again, alternating between licking and sucking. You’re so focused on his mouth that you barely notice his fingers, so long and pretty, collecting your wetness.

You do notice when he fucks two of those pretty fingers into you. He immediately starts scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, before hooking them against that spot inside of you that makes your head spin. Your entire body is shaking with euphoria, so much that you can’t handle it.

“Close,” you cry out, trying to keep yourself upright. “Close, close, please, don’t stop!”

He moans into you again when you tug at his hair. It’s the push that you need to finally fall over the edge. You bite into your palm to keep from screaming as you gush all over him, chest heaving and eyes tearing up.

He keeps curling his fingers, keeps lapping at your clit, until you tug on his hair and cry that the overstimulation is too much. As he lets your leg down and stands up, he makes a show of licking your cum off his fingers, slurping on them loudly. It would make you embarrassed, but you’re too focused on his other hand as it dips down to his belt. The muscles of his stomach flex as he undoes the buckle. You take the opportunity to rake your eyes over his toned torso. He seems so slender when he’s dressed, but his shoulders are surprisingly broad.

He looks up at you with a little smirk. “Caught you staring,” he teases. You blush as he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go, freeing his cock. It’s already hard, and so pretty, just like him. His tip is red and dripping with precum. You want so badly to get a taste, but Koushi has other plans. He spins you by your shoulders, and then presses at the small of your back to make you lay across his desk.

You groan when you feel him slap his cock against your ass a few times, before running it through your folds to collect your wetness. “Please,” you gasp. “No teasing, please.”

“Just came, and you’re already needy?” he chuckles. “That husband of yours must really not be satisfying you.”

You’re spared from having to think of a retort by him sinking into you. A cry leaves your lips, but it’s too good for you to even care about the sound. He feels like heaven as he sinks into you. His cock stretches you out deliciously.

You’re already feeling delirious as he starts to shallowly thrust and work his way in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he mutters under his breath, more to himself than to you. “So – fuck…”

You can’t do anything but moan and scratch at the table as he starts to fuck into you in earnest. His cock is perfectly curved to hit your spot every time, and soon you’re reduced to a mess underneath him. His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. It hurts, it’s all too much, but it’s so fucking good. You don’t think you’ve ever felt pleasure like this – mind numbing and all consuming, so powerful that it makes your eyes roll back.

“Fuck,” he groans again, bending down so that he can loom over you and leave little bites all over your back and shoulders. “Not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that, shit!”

“Faster, please,” you beg, and he obliges. He sets an absolutely brutal pace, somehow managing to fuck you hard, fast, and at the perfect angle all at once. Moans and cries spill freely out of your open mouth. When he reaches forward to toy with your clit, it’s all too much, and it sends you over the edge again. Your body practically spasms as he fucks you through your second orgasm. He shows you no mercy, gives you no time to come down. You don’t know if you’re coming again, or if you just never stopped. Your mind is hazy with pleasure and overstimulation.

You’re a twitching mess by the time that he pulls out, but you still whine at the loss. You’re far too fucked out to turn around and look at him, but in the corner of your consciousness, you can hear him panting and stroking himself furiously. His moans are so beautiful. Within a few short seconds, he’s coming all over your ass, painting your pretty skin white with his seed.

You don’t know how long you’re laying there before he taps your cheek to get your attention. “C’mon now,” he says, a tired smile on his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. We wouldn’t want your husband finding out, would we?”

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sevlgi · 3 years

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would it be so bad

requested: yes

group: twice

pairing: tzuyu x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: hogwarts!au, quidditch player!tzuyu, rivals!au. [23/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: You’ve never exactly been the bright kind, at least not when it comes to love. Would it be so bad to realize your feelings for your partner in crime, though?

a/n: i decided to make the reader’s house ambiguous lol but i hope you enjoy! (also i realize that this isn’t british english, please excuse my idiot american english). i was originally gonna post this tomorrow in time for “cry for me”, but i realized that i should be respectful to jonghyun, and i will not be posting tomorrow ❤

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“Tzuyu Chou and Y/N Y/L/N. Why is it that whenever something happens, it is always you two?”

The Slytherin standing beside you in McGonagall’s office stood as impassive as ever, no emotion to be found in her blank expression or her perfect posture. Perhaps that was a thing that Snape taught to his favorite students-- the ability to wipe any guilt or liability off your face in an instant, to stay steadfast in any situation.

Or maybe that was just Tzuyu’s own charm, you noted as you swayed back and forth on the balls of your feet, turning slightly so that you could view her side profile in your peripheral vision. Merlin’s balls, she’s gorgeous, you sighed to yourself, unable to take your eyes off the girl who had been your rival since before birth.

Instantly, you regretted it. “Y/L/N! Have something to say to Ms. Chou?” the professor snapped, the book she threw to the desk making a sharp cracking noise as you faced her again with your fingers knotted behind your back.

“No, ma’am,” you answered, moving your hand to zip your lips shut. Despite McGonagall’s exasperated sigh, a smile quirked at the corner of her lips; she’d always been kinder than she expressed on the outside, and that seemed to be no exception when it came to you.

“You do realize that you can’t get away with decimating the Quidditch pitch, do you?” The witch sat sternly at her desk, a quill scribbling on parchment of its own accord beside her. “It’ll cost thousands of Galleons to repair, and it may not even be possible to do so before the season begins. The two of you collapsed it!”

Tzuyu spoke for the first time since being called into the Headmaster’s office, her eyes still trained on the wall next to McGonagall’s head. “If I may. I believe I did more damage.”

“That is not a thing to be proud of!” Standing, the woman clenched her fists tightly and you smiled at the affect the two of you were able to have on her. No one had seemed to infuriate her quite so much since James Potter; even the Weasley twins were overshadowed as soon as you and Tzuyu sat on the Sorting Hat’s stool. “I realize that you may think you’re carrying on your families’ legacies, or that you’re gaining fame for your antics, but you will not pass your 6th year if you keep this up. I will make sure of it personally.”

“Understood, Headmaster,” you bowed. Your voice was still noticeably singsong-y, and McGonagall bristled at the tone, but she said nothing as Tzuyu followed your lead in dipping her head. “Won’t happen again.”

Had it been any of the other teachers, you were sure that you wouldn’t have been allowed to leave without a year’s detention, but the Headmaster merely pursed her lips and waved her office door open. “Very well. I expect to see you in Transfiguration tomorrow and not caving in the North Tower.”

And as soon as the (not-so) imposing wooden doors slammed shut behind the two of you, Tzuyu raised an eyebrow. “Did you mean it when you said it wouldn’t happen again?”

“Of course not,” you grinned in response, relaxing into a comfortable slouch again. “I just meant we wouldn’t collapse the Quidditch Pitch again. It’s too boring to do the same thing twice.”

She scoffed and followed as you swayed down the hallway, her voice a bit too quiet to echo off the stone walls like yours did. “Of course. And what exactly do you have next, Y/L/N? You won’t be able to one-up my Hogsmeade stunt, I’ll have you know. My parents taught me well.”

“Your parents were nowhere close to mine,” you sniffed, stopping to wave at Fred Weasley’s portrait on the wall. He wasn’t inside, of course, probably off to bother someone, but you liked seeing the heaps of unused pranks piled underneath the frame as offerings. “Which means that you’ll never get on my level either.”

Tzuyu easily caught up to you with her long legs, the slightly-too-short Slytherin robe swishing about her ankles. But no matter how much she annoyed you, the wintery sunlight shined brilliantly on the planes of her face, pooling in the dark color of her eyes. There was that kind of beauty to her that instantly told you she was a Slytherin, a kind of untouchable coldness that didn’t match the warmth hidden inside her heart. “Tell that to the amount of detention I’ve been forced to do,” she protested. “I had hours last week, while you--”

“Never seen a Slytherin so eager to serve detention.” Fred had returned, leaning on an empty portrait’s wall with a familiar smirk on his face. “Y/L/N, Tzuyu. Any mischief to let me in on?”

“McGonagall nabbed us for wrecking the Quidditch Pitch,” Tzuyu rushed to explain before you, a hint of pride sparking in her eyes when she beat you to the punch. “It’s collapsed. And all my doing.”

“Your-” You shoved her, hands colliding with her arm slightly harder than you meant to. But you didn’t bother to apologize, declaring, “I’ll have you know that I did more. I collapsed two of the bleachers, for Merlin’s sake!”

Fred watched the exchange with amusement, egging you on when Tzuyu glared at you. “Go on, pick a fight. You’re right outside old Flitwick’s classroom, though. I’m sure he won’t be too happy for the resident couple of troublemakers to interrupt lecturing first years on Charms.”

“We aren’t a couple,” Tzuyu blurted, stepping back from where she’d been inches away from your throat with her wand. You stared at her in confusion; when had Fred mentioned the two of you to be dating? “Just-- I don’t even like her.”

There was an all-knowing smile on the portrait’s face that you didn’t like, an expression that must’ve been passed on to his nephews as well judging by how often you saw it. “I know. Didn’t even mention that, really.”

“Yeah, Tzuyu, the hell?” When she avoided your gaze, you sighed and grabbed her arm, ignoring how she attempted to pull away at first. “Well, good seeing you, Fred. I’ll let you know how the next attempt goes.”

“Good luck!” he called out as you left. “She’s a stubborn one.”

You stopped at one of the arches leading out to the courtyard, your back to the students idly roaming. Tzuyu still avoided your gaze, crossing her arms and running her thumb over the engravings on her wand. “Hey. What was that about, Chou?”

She hesitated to answer even with her lips parted, and the bell that rang loudly in your ears served as her excuse. “Well, you heard it. Time for potions, don’t want to fail out.”

She walked off, ignoring the group of 4th year boys staring at her with parchment scrolls crumpled in their hands. But your brow was knitted as you stared at her retreating silhouette, and at the way that she walked too fast to notice Dahyun and Chaeyoung raising their hands to wave at her. “Since when have you cared about that?”

Mina and Chaeyoung were disgustingly adorable at the dining table, but you were grateful enough for their company that you didn’t really care. “Maybe we should get Tzuyu’s ears checked,” Mina chuckled as she took a bite of the cake that her girlfriend fed her. “It’s not unlike Fred to say those things, but it is unlike her to take it so seriously.”

“Right? I didn’t think he was insinuating us to be a couple at all,” you frowned, digging into the treacle tart that you’d been picking at for the past hour. To be honest, you weren’t all that hungry, your mind only fixated on your friend/rival. “Do you think something else is going on?”

Chaeyoung shrugged, lips jutting out in a pout as she thought. “If it was anyone else, I’d think she was shaken up from being lectured by McGonagall. But it’s you two, so I doubt it. Double Troublemakers, aren’t you?”

“Double Troublemakers,” you snickered. “Jeongyeon really didn’t know what she was doing, coming up with that name first year.”

Jeongyeon herself, passing by on Nayeon’s arm, shouted out in protest and threw a balled-up handkerchief at your head. “Watch out, Y/N, I’m not scared of you and your pranks.”

“You should be,” you shouted back, incinerating the ball with a simple spell. “Tzuyu’s not going to protect you from me!”

“Hey, hey, speaking of Tzuyu, shouldn’t you be helping her with a potion right now?” Mina mentioned, tapping your arm. “I think you promised to help her at half past seven, and it’s already eight.”

Your eyes widened to the size of a house elf’s, and you scrambled up. “Oh, bloody hell. Thanks for the reminder, she’s going to be pissed.”

Chaeyoung commented offhandedly, “I don’t think she’ll be too pissed off at you.” But you didn’t pay too much mind, rushing out into the icy hallway and leaving your half-finished dessert behind with your friends. You cursed yourself for not bringing your scarf to dinner as you rushed to the Potions wing; for whatever reason, Snape insisted on charming that specific tower to be at the level of the Arctic Ocean. Tzuyu never seemed to mind, but it wasn’t comfortable when you only had your house robes to protect you from the chill.

The door banged into the stone wall unflatteringly, but the Slytherin girl didn’t even bother to look up from her cauldron. “Tzuyu, I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine, Y/N,” she sighed, flashing you a quick smile as she snapped her book shut. “Just gave me some more time to memorize the potion.”

As you rounded the corner of the huge table, you peered at the array of ingredients laid out. Potions had never been your strong suit-- you’d usually been too busy pranking Jihyo than listening-- and you had no clue what you were supposed to be making whatsoever. “Uh. How am I supposed to help you if I don’t have a recipe?”

Tzuyu raised her eyebrow slightly at you, tying her hair up loosely and motioning for you to do the same as she lit a flame under the cauldron. “Just do what I tell you. It’s not difficult. Besides, I’m going to be working with Dahyun on this, I need to practice how to give directions.”

“Are you jabbing at my Potions skills, Chou?” you rolled your eyes, taking off your cloak. Despite the chill of the potions wing, the other girl had evidently cast a spell that made it boiling hot in the classroom, leaving you in a normal sweater embroidered with the crest of your house.

She didn’t answer, handing you a plant to cut open inside. “By the way. You aren’t wearing any perfume, are you?” Tzuyu asked suddenly, avoiding your gaze as she ground pearl dust even finer in a stone mortar. “It distracts me, don’t look at me like that.”

“You being close enough to smell my perfume is out of the ordinary,” you snorted in response, sprinkling the peppermint into the boiling water. “But no. I’m not wearing any.”

The thing about working with Tzuyu was that everything usually ended up in silence. Not uncomfortable silence, but the kind that made you focus on the way that the candles cast a warm light onto the wooden tables, and the kind that made you notice the smell of the opened potion books. As the girl stirred in more and more ingredients, though, and as colored steam rose from the cauldron, the musty scent of parchment and tinny metal was replaced with--

A clatter sounded as Tzuyu shoved the cauldron over, the potion fizzing when it met the table. You could only stare as your hard work spilled out of the pewter cauldron rolling on the table, but the other girl spoke before you. “O-oh. I’m sorry, I think you should go. I can clean this up myself.”

“I... are you sure? I can help,” you offered, reaching for your robes nonetheless.

“I’m fine. Go.” Her voice was strange, like she wanted to say something to you but was holding it in, but you didn’t comment on it. Despite everything the two of you had been through together, you realized that you didn’t really have a right to ask more out of the girl; you didn’t know her outside of bickering, after all.

When you closed the classroom door softly behind you, though, you realized that you could still smell the potion’s aftermath in a cloud around you. Kerosene, like the kind you used to blow up the stadium a week ago, bitter chocolate, and the faintest hint of the house elves’ kitchen when you snuck in to steal Tzuyu’s favorite bread.

It was the kind of familiar that made you miss it while it was still here, like a ghost that you couldn’t grasp and hold close to your heart in the way that you desperately wished you could. And it made you stare at the closed door of the classroom, listen closer to the sound of Tzuyu mopping up the spilled potion by hand even though she didn’t have to.

It was weird, that’s what it was.

Momo and Nayeon clutched onto each other as you shined the light of your wand into the dark. Tzuyu was just behind you with her own wand held overhead; you were pretty sure that you could see Sana clutching onto the Slytherin’s arm and cowering behind the tallest girl of the group. “Are... are you sure that this is a good idea?” Jihyo asked, her voice uncharacteristically small.

“Ah, come on. It’s one of the Marauders’ abandoned tunnels, who knows what we could find?” you persuaded, turning back to grin at them. When no one reciprocated, you switched to a pout instead. “Rude.”

“We’ll split like this.” Tzuyu waved her wand between the eight remaining girls, parting them like the red sea into two groups. “Nayeon and Momo, you split, you’re too scared to be in one group together. Y/N and I will go together.”

Dahyun wiggled her eyebrows at that. “Ooh. Together, huh? Just the two of you?”

Even in the darkness of the tunnel, you could see Tzuyu’s cheeks flush brightly. She stabbed her wand in front of her in an attempt to shine the light away from her face, muttering out, “Let’s go.”

You waved goodbye at your friends, being tugged forward by the Slytherin girl and nearly tripping over the tree roots winding through the tunnel. “H-hey, why’re you walking so fast? Trying to kill me, Chou?”

“If I killed you, there wouldn’t be any fun in prank wars.” She glanced back at you, eyes straying to the map that you had clutched in your hand. “Where’d you get that, by the way?”

“Fred,” you answered, waving the scroll around. It was stained, of course, with the pumpkin juice that Sana had spilled on you that morning, and with the ink that you had smeared when copying down the Weasley’s overly complicated instructions. “He said that something in here’s going to help us with whatever we plan to do next.”

Tzuyu frowned at you slightly, still pushing aside cobwebs and vines to forge further down the tunnel. “Did you tell him about the rig we’re going to set up for McGonagall?”

You shrugged and peered down at a cockroach skittering over the dirty ground. “Of course not. Fred may be a legend, but legends don’t get treated any differently when it comes to knowledge about Double Trouble’s plans.”

“I hate that name.” Tzuyu stepped through another archway into a tiny cave, a rough stone throne with a button on the armchair the only thing inside. She flicked her eyes over, nodding her head at the chair. “This it?”

You lunged forward, pressing down on the button before you could have any regrets. “Only one way to know.”

And-- nothing happened whatsoever. Your partner in crime stood there with crossed arms, the backs of her calves almost hitting the stone of the throne. “What’s supposed to happ--”

A strong gust of wind, stronger than anything you’d ever felt before, punched all the breath out of you and sent you flying, the force of your body knocking Tzuyu onto the chair. To prevent injury, your hands flew out in front of you and pressed into the crumbly dirt wall on either side of Tzuyu’s head, your knees probably bruising with how hard they hit the stone.

When you opened your eyes, previously squeezed shut, you found yourself sitting on the lap of the Slytherin girl, her hands hovering on either side of your waist and your foreheads almost pressed together. She looked somewhat shocked, eyes wide and her breath shivering on your lips.

Before you could apologize and scramble off, though, you were interrupted by someone coughing at the entrance. “Dahyun’s right, apparently.”

You leaped off of Tzuyu’s lap faster than you could’ve thought possible, heat burning at your ears when you found Jeongyeon and Nayeon smirking at the entrance at the cave. “S-so. Uh. You found anything?” you questioned, attempting not to look directly at either of them.

“Nah,” Jeongyeon answered after a pause, apparently feeling merciful. “I think Fred was messing with you.”

“Damn,” you breathed out, adjusting the collar of your sweater to be perfectly straight. All of a sudden, it was too warm underground, and the heavy robe you wore was pulling you down into the ground. Maybe that last part was wishful thinking. “Let’s go, then. I’ll go get Momo’s group,” you volunteered, brushing past your friends into the tunnels again.

Tzuyu didn’t follow, thankfully, because you didn’t need anything else confusing your senses with the smell of kerosene, chocolate, and sourdough bread wafting past your nose already.

“GO MOMO!”

You cheered louder than anyone else in the bleachers, maybe except for Jihyo, who was practically hanging off the railing as she waved a banner for your Hufflepuff friends.

Chaeyoung laughed, her nose bright red in the winter chill. Sana and Momo waved at you and all her friends as they strolled out with the rest of her team, hands gloved and what seemed to be 3 scarves wrapped around both of their necks. But you were holding in the loudest cheer of all for when the Slytherin team descended to the pitch, and you raised your voice even more when Tzuyu appeared with her broom in her hand.

Unlike Jihyo, she looked nervous, face drawn tight as she stopped with the rest of her team on the grass. She only wore her usual green robes, wisps of caramel brown hair fluttering about her face, but she was more stunning than anyone else in the entirety of Hogwarts. “CHOU TZUYU, YOU KICK THEIR ASSES!”

She looked up in surprise at your shout, a small smile coming onto her face when she spotted you clustered among your friends, all dressed in contrasting house colors but cheering for the same people. You only waved harder when she stared at you, almost hitting Jihyo in the face when you swung both arms in opposite directions.

And when the game started, it was just as chaotic as it ever was to be sitting on the bleachers. Jihyo, who played for Gryffindor, and Chaeyoung for the Ravenclaw team, were thankfully undivided this time, merely screaming their friends’ names instead of houses. Usually, you were next to someone much quieter in their support, a certain Slytherin who was dominating the field instead.

“And Tzuyu scores! Brilliant Chaser, this one, and gorgeous, too, if Y/L/N would just take the hint!” Felix shouted out at the announcer’s podium, his usually growling voice higher pitched to be heard over the crowd’s shouts.

No one seemed to hear him, not even your friends as they thrusted the Slytherin banner up in the air and whooped. You and Tzuyu both stopped in your tracks, staring blankly at the tiny blonde dot that was Lee Felix. For the Chaser, though, it turned out to be much more dangerous, as a Bludger hit by a Hufflepuff Beater slammed into her right below her right arm.

Everything went silent, a dolphin-like tone ringing in your ears as you watched Tzuyu plummet down to the ground. With the way her hair streamed in the wind, you’d think she was floating, but you were cruelly brought back to reality when she hit the ground like a bag of loose bones, a sharp whistle from Madam Hooch making time move normally again.

“Tzuyu,” you gasped, stumbling back into Dahyun, who didn’t complain. “Tz--”

“Three fractured ribs, along with a completely shattered wrist. Can someone tell me what she was looking at?”

Your nails tightened on the skin of your palms as you stared at the wrinkled bedsheet underneath Tzuyu’s good hand, your foot tapping relentlessly against the tile of the hospital wing. Perhaps Jihyo and Mina, talking quietly with Madam Pomfrey, didn’t think you could hear them talk, but every word of theirs echoed unfortunately loudly in the otherwise empty wing. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Tzuyu, or at the violent purple bruises all along her right side, or at her frail and newly healed wrist cradled to her chest as she slept.

“I’m sorry, Madam Pomfrey. Sana... Sana and I asked Felix to say it as a joke, we didn’t think that Tzuyu would be so surprised,” Jihyo sighed. “And we didn’t think that Steelman would take advantage and hit her so hard.”

Pomfrey was quiet for a second, and the jagged tip of your nails nearly ripped your skin as you waited for one of them to speak. “I see. Well, I do believe you had good intentions, all of you. I will be speaking with Ms. Steelman about her actions, but Quidditch is tough sometimes. Please, refrain from asking Mr. Lee to play such jokes from now on.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Mina joined you first, her hand a comforting weight on your shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, Y/N.”

“Who said I was blaming myself?” you laughed listlessly, shaking your head. “Who am I kidding? I am blaming myself. Because it’s my fault. It isn’t Felix’s for playing an innocent joke, and it isn’t Jihyo and Sana’s--”

Jihyo shook her head as she knelt near you, her head obstructing the view of Tzuyu’s sleep-peaceful expression. “Y/N, please. You couldn’t have gotten there on time. It’s none of our faults, okay? Besides, we shouldn’t... we shouldn’t have rushed you on this.”

“What?” you blinked up at your friends. “Rushed me?”

They exchanged looks, Mina closing her mouth when the Gryffindor girl shook her head in warning. “I think it’s best for you to find it out on your own time. Because you will,” Jihyo smiled. “I have faith in you, Y/N. Now, don’t stay here too late, Pomfrey will take care of Tzuyu just fine.”

“Seriously,” Mina warned as she retreated, the sympathy in her eyes the last thing that you wanted to see. “Sleep early!”

You raised a hand in farewell, sighing and leaning back in your chair once they were gone. Your friends meant well, of course, and you genuinely didn’t blame anyone for the incident, but you couldn’t help but think about what you could’ve done to save Tzuyu. There must’ve been some spell, some prank mechanism that would’ve done something...

And just like that, hours passed. The sky had begun to turn back to cloudy blue-grey from the black of the night by the time you found your head drooping onto your arms; you had draped one of the blankets that Pomfrey left behind over your own shoulders, your hair loose and splaying out at the foot of the bed when your friend woke up. “Y/N?”

Blinking blearily, you found Tzuyu staring blankly at you. “Why’re you still here? It’s almost dawn.”

There should have only been one answer at the tip of your tongue-- “I was worried” or “I couldn’t leave you alone” or something normal-- but instead, you found answers to questions that you didn’t remember asking just begging to be let out.

Because the potion that you had made all those weeks ago was Amortentia, and it smelled like the kerosene that you used in so many prank wars with Tzuyu, and the bitter chocolate she tried to convince you to like. It smelled like the bread that you stole from the house elves to cheer her up, and it smelled like the vanilla hand lotion that you bought for her on Valentine’s day in 3rd year.

And she asked you whether you were wearing perfume because she wanted to know if Amortentia smelled like you for her, and Tzuyu must’ve knocked the cauldron over because it did. Because--

“You love me.”

You didn’t expect the jolt that shook the entire hospital bed, the Slytherin girl jerking back like you had burned her with your words. “I... what?” Her eyes darted back and forth as she bit down on her lip, almost scrambling back as your eyes began to shine with a revelation that turned your entire world upside down. “Y/N, what’re you talking about?”

Her fists were ice cold in your hands, her expression unrelenting as you attempted to persuade her to admit the truth that should’ve made sense all along. “Your Amortentia smelled like me, didn’t it? Because mine smelled like kerosene, and... and bread, and everything you like. And you reacted so intensely when Fred called us a couple because you like me,” you breathed with the biggest grin of your life on your face. “No, because you love me.”

Tzuyu shook her head and snatched her hands out of your grasp, clutching the bedsheets closer to her chest as if that would protect her from you or something. “You aren’t making sense right now, Y/N. I.. I want you to leave. Before you confuse me further.”

You stared at her for a good twenty seconds, at the girl who was avoiding your eyes like you had told her you’d murdered her mother. “Wh-what?”

“I want you to leave.” The Chaser’s voice sounded steady, but it wasn’t confident in the way that you knew it to be. There was something lying underneath that made her voice that of a stranger to you, and you obeyed it as you stood.

“Okay.”

Not another word slipped from your lips as you made your way out of the Hospital Wing, standing on the balcony of a silent castle with blankets still wrapped around your shoulders.

That definitely wasn’t how you expected anything to go.

For nearly a week, you spent your free blocks alone, poring mindlessly over all your books by the Great Lake. Nothing you read actually stuck in your mind, though, the words floating before your eyes in hurricanes of black ink. No matter how much Chaeyoung or Momo attempted to convince you, you wouldn’t go back to the hospital wing; instead, you asked Mina for updates, probably the only one of your friends who you knew wouldn’t pressure you to talk to Tzuyu.

Groaning, you collapsed down onto the grass, flicking your quill away from you. It wasn’t fun devising pranks and coming up with plans to rig the Headmaster’s office without her, and there was no real lure in winning when there was no one to win against. Instead of thinking about the water that you wanted to splatter down on McGonagall, you could only think about how to apologize to your friend, how to take back a truth that you weren’t sure you could forget yourself.

But with the way that she responded, could it mean that you were right? Was it possible that Tzuyu really loved you, and you... you really loved her back?

“Y/N?”

Your head jerked to look at the source of your voice, a crack sounding when you turned too fast. “Ow,” you mumbled, raising your hand up to cup the back of your neck. However, you were completely fixated on the slightly paler-looking girl, standing just a few feet away from you. “Uh. Hey?”

“Hey,” she smiled. So she’s not angry. Tzuyu wasn’t wearing her characteristic expensive robes for once, dressed instead in a pretty skirt that was too cold for the lakeside and a black coat slung over her shoulders. “You didn’t come to visit me.”

Shrugging, you reached over and cleared your books away for her to sit. “I figured you wouldn’t want me to.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” she frowned, plopping down beside you and crossing her legs. “You’re my friend.”

“Friend, huh?” You chuckled listlessly, leaning back with your arms supporting you. The surface of the Great Lake rippled softly, and you wondered whether there really was a squid inside that could drag you away from the awkwardness sitting between the two of you. “That’s it?”

Tzuyu laid her hand over yours, her skin cold from the spring weather. She almost looked like she pitied you even though she was the one fresh out of the hospital wing, and you hated that expression on her. “What do you mean? Should there be something else?”

If you were slightly less impulsive, you wouldn’t be scrambling to your feet, crossing you arms to stare in disbelief at the beautiful girl sitting cross-legged mere feet away from the Whomping Willow. “Are you serious? Tzuyu, are you just going to ignore everything we-- everything I said that night?”

She stood as well, her hands still reaching out for yours and her eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, I wasn’t going to ignore it, I just don’t know how to talk about it. That.”

You scoffed, jerking away from her grasp. Some part of you thanked Merlin that you were alone, because you didn’t know if you wanted your friends witnessing anything that you knew was about to go down. “That. Answer me something, Chou. Would it be so bad to be with me? To admit that... that you love me. And I love you back?”

Tzuyu froze, her hands faltering in midair. “You love me back?”

“Of course I do!” And suddenly, you were rushing forward to meet her again, eyes pleading for her to understand how genuine you were being. “I meant it when I said so, and Amortentia doesn’t lie. Tell me, what did your potion smell like?”

She stammered out, “B- burning books. From the time we set the library on fire, and the stupid perfume you wear. Ink, because you refuse to use the pens that Jeongyeon bought you, and--”

You still paused a second before connecting your lips, giving Tzuyu time to back out, but she might’ve moved even faster than you so that her hands were wrapped around your waist. She tasted like chocolate and bread, too, and you smiled into the kiss when you realized that she probably stole from the kitchen before coming to find you.

The long, winding roots of some tree tripped you over, your back colliding with the grassy ground with a loud thump, but you didn’t care as the Slytherin girl landed right on top of you. “To-- to answer your question. It wouldn’t be bad at all, to be with you,” Tzuyu laughed breathily, her smile so much brighter than you ever remembered it to be. “I love you, Y/N.”

And instead of responding, you pulled her in again, lips moving against hers for maybe a minute before you were surprised by a bug that Tzuyu held up against your face. “Chou Tzuyu, you devil!”

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ggukkiedae · 3 years

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Yoonmi and Mark Dynamics

markmi

n; •mark lee and kim yoonmi

•otherwise known as m&m or chocouple

•2018-2024

best friend type couple

i mean these two knew each other since they were kids, like literally in international age they were like 12/13 and 14/15 when jonghyun introduced them sooo yeah

honestly these children will call each other dude and not cringe

they keep their skinship in public to a minimum, so they mostly act the way that they used to

this is why no one believed the sm staff that exposed them to dispatch until sm and bighit themselves released statements almost immediately followed by yoonmi and mark (and hannah!) tweeting about it

they do mess around with each other a little and tease each other mostly for being awkward but they’re both awkward little soft beans

mark likes pointing out how tiny she is compared to him, though, like he always talks about it and she just pouts

she gets him back by bringing up times he got jealous over other people who she worked or hungout with both before and after they got together

very low maintenance couple though which is great bc they’re both very focused on their careers

soft, sweet, and a little awkward

mark is literally always so proud of yoonmi, and vice versa. she’s always excited when people bring him up (except in the be press conference because literally that was a very formal interview about their album and career)

a lot of dates like mark loves taking her on dates whether it’s just in the dorms or out and about

it’s yoonmi so obviously there’s a ton of hugs. what surprises everyone is how much mark initiates the hugs and kisses istg like yoonmi is still a little shy, but mark loves kinda just having her so close (and highkey he loves seeing her get flustered with surprise kisses) (but the moment yoonmi initiates hugs or kisses mark just melts)

there’s also the fact that yoonmi takes care of her niece a lot, and mark is there to help more often than not. yoonmi absolutely adores seeing how much yoonseol loves mark, and mark always finds himself smiling fondly when he sees yoonmi taking care of yoonseol

also many food dates bc mark wants to help her build up her appetite bc her appetite’s too small

now they’re both naturally awkward people, so sometimes it shows, but they laugh it off

for some reason though mark becomes really smooth sometimes it’s a little confusing (esp when he’s sleepy or like just coming from stage)

music

let’s be real, mark and yoonmi are both workaholics

they love their work and what they do, so it only makes sense that they talk to each other about it and even help each other

studio dates are common between them where they work on stuff either separately or sometimes together

there are times where they’re just messing around with their guitars

there are also times where they’re just content lying with each other and listening to music through shared earphones because why not?

A few iconic Markmi moments known to the public

okay definitely when they were exposed bc of their tweets

literally the whole world freaked out not just korea bc hello that’s NCT/SuperM’s Mark Lee and International Sweetheart BTS’s Miya (yes, that deserved proper capitalization)

okay now that they’re known, the dating questions in ellen and how bangtan and superm reacted to it made sense

when mark surprised visited her in the middle of her vlive and the fans got the first recording of them kissing ever

“dude her hands are literally so small i don’t understand”

“of course i know all of mark oppa’s parts, why would i not? *proceeds to mumble mad city a little quietly while scrolling through fan comments*”

yoonmi admitting she enjoys watching mark play with yoonseol

“don’t you want to learn to cook for your girlfriend?” “yes, but not like this!” -hannah and mark, nct world 2.0

when mark mentioned how the bangtan boys talked to him for a while after they found out the two were dating

yoonmi telling the story of what happened when the dreamies found out

“i thirdwheel mark oppa and ggukoo oppa when we’re together” “you say that like i don’t thirdwheel when we’re with hannah or haechan”

yoonmi’s m.y. everyday video with mark where they talked about their relationship

#yoonmi.markmi #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

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weare0ne · 3 years

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𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 : 𝗽𝘁. 𝟭

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍- 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 ! -> @bigbrainenergytingz @minimochi24 @sehunniepot

(note : tvxq isn’t included because she isn’t very close to them and i don’t know very much about them so i don’t wanna be inaccurate !)

boa :

-> areum is close to her unnie and has a lot of respect for her

-> boa was actually instrumental in areum’s debut in exo- initially, she mentored areum because areum was meant to be a soloist

-> but boa saw so much potential in her that she KNEW areum was the answer for what they wanted to do with exo

-> they’re still close!! they’re comfortable together, but areum still has a heavy respect for her and looks to her as a mentor to this day

-> cutie pies !! they always have sweet moments together, lots of hugs and giggles

super junior :

-> she’s not close to ALL of the members, but she’s good friends with a few of them ! they all love her doe

-> leeteuk is always kind to her and protects her and makes her laugh

-> donghae is super sweet to her too and they’re friends

-> she finds yesung adorable and loves his singing

-> of course heechul is a dear friend of her’s wbk. he is a big fan of her, always says she’s his bias in exo, and says she’s like a little sister to him, and it’s weird whenever guys talk about her

-> he also thought it was weird when she dated eunhyuk because yes that happened. heechul threatened him and always said he wasn’t good enough for her because .. favoritism 😌

-> she and eunhyuk dated late feb of 2018 to april 2019

-> sm confirmed it, and they got pretty alright perception, especially from exo saesangs who wanted her away from the guys

-> she the did lo siento stages with them, and they were outed while they were promoting so when she did certain parts with eunhyuk they kept smiling but she also looked embarrassed/shy

-> they were seen in public a few times and were able to mention each other slightly, and the other guys in suju clowned him about it of course

-> but they all love areum of course

-> when they broke up, it was mutual and because they just kinda weren’t feelin it anymore

-> sm released a statement about it, but the two are still actually really good friends which bewildered others. they still interact with each other and talk publicly, even making jokes about being exes

snsd :

-> fun fact areum is the maknae of snsd

-> her unnies love her so much !! again, she isn’t extremely close with all of them, but they’re all cool with each other yknow ?

-> she’s close to taeyeon, they hang out, and taeyeon makes sure she’s getting treated well and being allowed to eat

-> tiffany is another member she’s particularly close to, they hung out a lot, and they miss each other lots

-> hyo is a friend of her’s as well, and they’ve done dance covers together for social media

-> areum jokes that she had a crush on sooyoung (“jokes”) and thinks she is gorgeous. they have the cutest hugs because of how short areummie is

-> she’s shy around the group tbh because she looks up to them so much but they all made sure to let her know they love her

shinee :

-> ahhh shinee and areum are so cute

-> they’re basically her fun uncles ..

-> .. except taemin because she was on we got married w him and there were never feelings there, but they have more of a friend vibe because of it

-> key is always funny with her and plays around. calls her his daughter tho and she always tells him he’s the worst dad ever in response

-> onew and minho are also close w her, but not as much as the other members. they mess with her too tho

-> taemin was on wgm with her and they’re good friends to this day- they hang out together, as well as with jongin, and she always cheers him on with his solo stuff

-> they’re such cute friends !! it was awkward at first but after wgm they were very comfy with each other. the kiss was WEIRD tho and they still laugh about it

-> and jonghyun was very close to her too. they talked a lot and played around and always gave each other hugs and support. they hung out together too

-> she was devastated when he passed and misses him every day

f(x) :

-> she LOVEEES f(x)

-> on good terms with all of the girls, particularly krystal, amber, and sulli

-> they always had cute interactions and hugs and everything

-> amber is areum’s self proclaimed mother and dotes on her child- and teased her about eunhyuk .. and threatened eunhyuk because areum is Her Baby. they hung out lots and she misses her dear amber ! she gave areum the nickname bambi

-> victoria and luna always gave her big hugs and laughed and chatted together

-> krystal dated kai, and they were friends even before that! even after the breakup, they’re still friends, because kaistal didn’t end badly. tho she still has a sort of loyalty to him, krystal is still her friend. they miss each other

-> sulli and areum were very close. areum hated the hate sulli got, and she supported her leaving f(x) and sm. they still talked and saw each other, and areum mentioned her, saying that she was one of the most beautiful, good people alive. they were like family

-> when sulli passed areum was a wreck and sometimes when she’s alone she talks to her. she knows her friend is at peace and finds her own peace knowing she won’t feel any more pain

(rest in peace, beautiful sulli. i hope you’re resting and happy. the world didn’t deserve someone as good as you)

#𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺;;#𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘂𝗺;; 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 #exo #exo addition #exo female addition #exo female member #exo oc #exo tenth member #koc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop female addition

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lee-jinkis-ponytail · 3 years

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KPOP IDOLS W/ SAME — AS ME~

!!! Thank you so much for tagging me @salayy, I saw this game floating around my dash the last few days and was secretly hoping someone would tag me eventually! Rules; name one male and female kpop idol that corresponds with your age, birthday, zodiac, height, and personality type. then tag 5 moots to play along!

Gonna put the rest of this under a read more because it’s a long post:

Age: ‘92 liners (:

LOML Brave Girls’ Eunji, and Exo’s Baekhyun!

Birthday: Dec. 26

Idk either of these honestly: Goeun from LAYSHA and Chaejin from MYNAME? I could only find like 5 idols with the same bday as me and I didn’t recognize any of them.

Zodiac: Capricorn

2PM’s Taecyeon and Aespa’s Winter (I’m so jealous of her hair ugh, I used to have black and white hair and she makes me wanna dye it back so bad but maintenance is $$$$$)

Height: 5′8″-ish

Okay I do not believe a single word out of any of SHINee’s mouths regarding their heights except maybe Minho, I’ll be honest lmaooo. But the profiles I see say Jonghyun is ~5′8″..... I am side-eyeing that HARD especially bc a lot of fans always said how surprised they were when they met him bc he’s so short......... but I’ll take it because I love SHINee and had to find a way I could include at least one of them on this list hahahah. And as for a girl, Weki Meki’s Doyeon popped up in a couple lists as being 5′8″. Idk Weki Meki that well tbh.

Personality type: INFJ

Exo’s Kai and SNSD’s Taeyeon (who apparently used to be an ISFJ but has since retaken the test and was like “just kidding”)!

Time for tags! I’mma go with @foxpuppylove @reallystupendouschaos @shawolnoonabri @onew-is-life andddd @thepaththatleadsyouhome. Sorry if any of you have done this lil game already, and of course don’t feel like you have to do it if you don’t feel like it! If anyone else wants to be tagged just let me know (:

#tag game #ask meme #kpop #idols #Lmao @ the fact that I share a personality type with both Taemin AND Key’s BFFs.#I am in good company. u_u #(NCT’s Mark is an honorable mention which???? Seems unlikely but ok.#Like don't get me wrong he is a lovable goof #but is he really an infj??)#also sooo many of my favorite girls were born in 92 #picking between eunji and sunmi and hyuna was hard af #but i am a HUGE brave girls fan so eunji it is

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dubububbles · 4 years

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SHINee scenario: their gf asking for their autograph nonchalantly

(can you please write shinee scenario to gf asking for their autograph nonchalantly?)

Requested by anon

Onew:

Onew felt a bit confused as you sat next to him on the couch and suddenly handed him one of your journals along with a black pen.

”What is this for?”

”It’s for you to write down your autograph.” You said, as if it was a given fact.

”Ah, I see.” He said and even if he didn’t understand what you suddenly needed it for he smiled and signed the inside of the journal along with a small personal message. When he finished he handed it back to you with a curious look. ”Is there a reason behind this sudden request?”

”No.” You said and shook your head with a shy smile. ”I just want to have it.”

”In that case, can I have your autograph too?”

”Mine? Why?” This time you were the confused one and it made him laugh.

”I just want to have it.” He imitated your words and then handed you the pen. ”And since I just gave you one, I think you owe me one too.”

Jonghyun:

Jonghyun would find it odd when you casually asked for his autograph one evening. Especially when you pulled out a pen and paper, as if it was meticulously planned.

“Why do you need my autograph out of the blue? Are you going to use it for something?” he questioned but even before you had answered he already signed the paper, along with your name and a few hearts.

”I’m not going to use it for anything. I just want to save it for myself.” You told him.

”Oh really?” He slowly handed the paper and pen back to you but still seemed a bit suspicious about the ordeal. ”So, you’re not going to sell it or anything like that?”

You couldn’t help but scoff at the sudden allegation and took the finished autograph with a small blush. “If I was planning to do that I would’ve asked for it much sooner, you know. I just want to have it for myself, since I’m a fan of yours too.”

He smiled at those words and assured you that he was just joking. ”Don’t worry, you know you can ask for my signature anytime y/n.”

Key:

Key looked at you in question when you approached him with your hands behind your back. Something about your posture and expression definitely seemed a tad suspicious to him.

”What are you up to y/n?”

”Ah, well…” you started and then pulled out a notebook and a pen, which you then handed to him in a casual manner. ”Can you write down your autograph on this?”

The request definitely surprised him and he also found it a bit amusing how you asked for it so nonchalantly.

“If you want my autograph, come to a fansign.” He joked and handed the items back to you before he turned around in his seat.

His response didn’t really come as a surprise but it still made you roll your eyes. You then put the notebook and pen down in front of him and gave him a small nudge. ”Just give it to me.”

”Okay, okay. Since you are this persistent I guess I’ll make an exception.” He said, in the same amusing tone, and scribbled down his signature as he normally would and handed it back to you with a small smirk.

Minho:

After a regular evening at home you and Minho were watching TV together when you suddenly remembered something you had been meant to ask him.

”Minho” you began and waited for him to hum softly before you continued. ”Could I have your autograph?”

He was puzzled by the sudden request and turned to you with raised eyebrows. ”My autograph? Why?”

”Ah, well… just because.” You mumbled faintly and felt a bit shy because of his reaction. ”I can’t have it?”

”Of course you can.” He said quickly, to reassure you, although he still felt a bit confused about your motive. ”It just seems a bit out of the blue. Do you need it for something?”

”No. I just want it for myself…” you admitted and then got up to get a pen and something you had prepared beforehand for him to write it on and brought it back to him. ”It just hit me the other day that I never really asked for it, so I guess better late than never.”

Minho just smiled as he took the pen and paper from you and then wrote his signature in a neat manner.

Taemin:

Taemin was a bit confused as you suddenly approached him with a notepad and a pen and casually asked for his autograph. It wasn’t something you had really done before and he didn’t understand what you suddenly needed it for.

“My autograph? I guess it depends on how much you pay me?” He told you with a small mischievous grin.

You scoffed and then pushed the pen and notepad into his hands anyway. ”It’s not for me, you know, it’s for someone I know who is a big fan of you but they might not be if you force them to pay for something that literally takes you two seconds to make.”

”I’m just joking y/n.” He said with the same grin and then opened the notepad. ”Then, is this person younger than me? Should I write ’from Taemin oppa?’”

You sighed at his never-ending antics and then told him that he could write what he wanted, as long as he included the name of your friend and his signature.

#shinee #shinee reactions #shinee scenarios #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #onew #lee jinki #kim jonghyun #kim kibum #shinee key #choi minho #lee taemin #5hinee

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katrinawritesthings · 3 years

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Jonghyun/Taemin; Starchild; PG

au where jonghyun is a tiny little fallen star and taemin is a human

hey don’t forget to check out my favorite jonghyuns challenge this month :)

"Can you take me to the bedroom?" He asks. "I want to nap."

"Yeah, of course," Taemin says. No problem. He takes his headphones out, puts his laptop onto the couch cushion next to him, and offers Jonghyun his hand. With a polite word of thanks, Jonghyun steps on. He's warm, almost too hot to the touch, and practically weightless.

Well, not practically weightless. Entirely weightless. The only pressure that Taemin feels on his palm is from the weight of the quilt. The only thing keeping Jonghyun from floating up to the ceiling is the quilt. Star problems, Taemin guesses.

The sigh of relief that Taemin lets out when he closes his front door behind him is, as always, his favorite breath of the day. He leans back against the door for a minute, rubbing his hands over his face. Finally. Finally he gets to pretend the entire rest of the world doesn't exist until he has to go back to work tomorrow morning.

He rubs his hands over his face, through his hair, drops his work bag next to the door and tosses his wallet on top of it. Then he bends down and digs inside of it for a moment to pull out the leftover fries he got from the drive-thru on the way home. Munching them on the way to the fridge, he gets himself a soda and then makes his way to the living room.

There, like he expected, is Jonghyun in his usual spot on the arm of the couch. The single patch of a quilt that Taemin cut out for him is wrapped around his shoulders, the earbuds that Taemin fashioned into a tiny set of headphones are over his ears, and Taemin’s tablet is resting in front of him. He uses his whole hand on the touchscreen , pressing and swiping around the surface. When Taemin walks in, he looks up, golden eyes big in his small face.

"Welcome home," he says quietly. It's not anything new from the past couple of months that he's lived here, but it brings a smile to Taemin anyway. There's nothing more comforting to him than his little star friend.

"Thanks," he says. He sits himself down on the couch and grabs his laptop from the coffee table. With one hand he opens it up and with the other hand he offers his carton of fries to Jonghyun. "Want one?" He asks.

"No thank you," Jonghyun replies, not looking up from the tablet. Taemin shrugs. That's what he expected. Jonghyun doesn't need to eat food, and so he usually doesn't, but he does have the ability to so Taemin still likes to offer. Just in case.

While his laptop is still loading, he peeks over at the tablet.Jonghyun is in the music app again, organizing songs into different playlists. He's been very interested in the task ever since Taemin first showed him the app. Since then, he's been listening to and downloading all kinds of songs that are far from Taemin’s own tastes. Taemin thinks that it's one of the only human things that Jonghyun really, genuinely enjoys.

All of his playlists have names, but none of them make any sense to Taemin except for one: the one that's just his name. That one is the one that Jonghyun shares to his music player every couple of weeks, and that one is the one that is full of songs that Jonghyun thinks Taemin would like. And on each song, he's been correct so far. Taemin doesn't know how he does it.

The last time he got some new songs was just yesterday, though, and he doesn't want to be nosy, so he looks back to his own laptop. Wiggling an earbud into the ear that isn't facing Jonghyun, he draws circles on his touchpad until the laptop has fully started up and then clicks right to his video subscriptions to unwind.

A while later– he's not sure how long—he's pulled out of a string of dance practice videos by the softest tap on his shoulder. He taps the spacebar to pause and looks up. Jonghyun is standing now, holding his quilt square around himself and looking at Taemin with those soft eyes of his. The tablet is turned off and tucked safely onto the end table next to the couch.

"Can you take me to the bedroom?" He asks. "I want to nap."

He carries Jonghyun to the bedroom carefully, roll stepping and holding his wrist with his free hand to make it as smooth and steady as possible for him. As they get closer to the bedroom and farther away from the lamplight of the living room, the warm glow that Jonghyun emits becomes more noticeable. He's a little ball of light in Taemin's hand , soft and cozy, and when he steps into the room he doesn't bother to flip the light switch.

Jonghyun gives him another quiet thank you when he sets him down on top of the dresser. Over the past couple of months, the two of them have been working together to turn it into more of a comfortable living space for the little star. Clearing Taemin's stuff off of the top, emptying out the top left drawer, filling it up with Jonghyuns new things. Taemin even pulled on the knowledge of the one semester of woodshop class he took in high school to install a little trap door and ladder that goes from the top of the dresser into the drawer so Jonghyun wouldn't have to ask Taemin to let him in every time.

He's working on creating a nice Jonghyun size wooden house to sit on top of the dresser too, but for now, he's just nestled a nice comfortable cat bed in front of the window for him. Jonghyun has also made himself a little nest from a couple of Taemin's old scarves and cut off sleeves inside of his drawer, and that's where he's going now. Taemin opens his trapdoor for him and, as his glowing little head disappears through the hole, smiles, "sleep well."

Glancing back over his shoulder as he leaves the room, he smiles again at the nice orange glow he can see through the crack around the drawer.

Then, yawning, he heads back to the couch to finish watching his videos. He hits up his friends when he's done, popping on his headset and turning on the tv when they convince him to play a couple of video games. Then it's time for him to throw something together for dinner, and then to get outside and jog around the block before it gets scary late instead of cool late. Once he gets back, he does his daily stretches and then sits in the middle of the living room with his face in his hands for a solid 5 minutes before he decides that he doesn't want to do the rest of his workout and just goes straight to making himself his bedtime smoothie.

With that, he peeks carefully into the bedroom and then walks in when he finds that Jonghyun has finished his nap. He's out of his drawer, in his cat bed, chin in his arms as he gazes out the window. He glances at Taemin for a second before looking back outside. Taemin grabs his rolly chair from his desk to be next to his dresser so he can look out the window with him for a little bit.

"Want some?" He asks, offering his smoothie. Jonghyun looks at it quietly. He takes his time to think, like always, and then lifts his eyes and asks, "what is it?”

"Um," Taemin says. "Banana, strawberry yogurt, cinnamon, vanilla protein powder, milk." He swirls it around the cup a little bit as he lists off the ingredients. "It's a little thick," he adds. It was a big banana. Again, Jonghyun takes a while to answer. Taemin pulls out his phone after a minute to keep himself entertained while he waits.

It unsettled him a little bit, at first. Jonghyuns tendency to really take his time considering his replies. At first, Taemin thought Jonghyun was ignoring him, or that he had upset the little star in some way. It's a special kind of silence that Jonghyun has. Not a non-verbal kind, exactly. It took Taemin a long time to finally understand what it was.

It's the kind of silence that stems naturally from infinite patience. The kind of time needed to consider from someone that is used to spending an infinite amount of time doing nothing but infinitely considering. When Taemin thinks about it, for someone that only fell down from the sky 3 months ago, the speed at which Jonghyun thinks things through now has to be off the charts.

Eventually, he feels Jonghyuns small hand on his finger and when he looks up, Jonghyun nods at him. Taemin smiles back, humming, "mmkay.”

He opens Jonghyuns drawer and pulls out one of the tiny ceramic mugs he ordered for him online. Carefully, he pours a couple drops of smoothie into it and hands it to Jonghyun. Jonghyun takes it, sniffs it, and then tries a tiny, hesitant sip. Then he takes another, and then he turns back to the window, head nestled back into his arms, still holding on to the mug.

He likes it.

Proud of himself, somehow, Taemin smiles into his cup as he takes his own drink. It's like every time that he shows Jonghyun a human thing and Jonghyun likes it he wins an award.

He scoots closer to the window on his rolly chair, putting his cup on it so he doesn't have to hold it. Outside, the sun is long gone and the only light comes from the street lamp on the sidewalk. Wind rustles the leaves of his growing pepper plants and the neighbor’s big magnolia tree. Every now and again a car or someone walking their dog will make their way past the window. In the sky, stars twinkle faintly between patches of void.

Taemin finds himself transfixed on those for a while. Even after he finishes his smoothie and puts it off to the side, he puts his chin in his hand and stares up at each of them. Each one of them,a tiny pinprick of gas. Each one of them a distant little soul.

He glances down at Jonghyun. His attention is fixed upward, steady, resolute. Not once does he lower it to look at anything else on the ground. If Taemin leans just right, he can see the stars reflected in his golden eyes.

"Do you miss them?"

The question comes out of him before he realizes that he was thinking it. Once he processes it, though, he knows that he meant it and he lets it hang between them without taking it back.

Jonghyun turns to look at him slowly. He blinks those big eyes of his just as slowly. Taemin meets his gaze calmly.

Jonghyun doesn't often answer questions about being a star. Almost never, actually. But he never gets upset at Taemin for asking, either.

It's a long moment that they sit there, the two of them, looking at each other. Then Jonghyun turns away, looking back at the stars. "They don't miss me," he says.

And the fact that he answered, let alone that quickly, let alone with something like that, is what surprises Taemin. So much that he replies immediately himself without even taking a second to think it through: "Well, there's an infinite amount of them. Statistically, some of them have to."

Jonghyun doesn't respond. Even to acknowledge that he heard Taemin. Taemin scratches his cheek, turning back to the stars himself. That's fair, he guesses. Except, he realizes after a moment, "that wasn't my question, though." he says it to the window, mumbles it more to himself than to Jonghyun. He doesn't expect an answer. He doesn't get one, either.

Not until over an hour later when he's finally nestling himself underneath his bed covers. He plugs his phone into the speakers on his headboard and opens up his podcast app, selecting the soft D&D one that he usually falls asleep to. Then he hands it up to Jonghyun, letting him add whatever podcasts he likes into the queue for after Taemin falls asleep. Before he can take his hand away, Jonghyun gently touches his finger.

"I don't know," he says, and then, when Taemin frowns at him, confused, adds, "if i miss them or not. I would have to think about it more." He opens his mouth again after that, like he has more to say, but he hesitates. It's another long minute before he says, "I do know that i'm happier down here with you, though."

"Oh," Taemin replies. He turns a yawn into his pillow. "Well. Thank you. And," he says. He doesn't really know how to reply to that and he's a little too tired to be having a conversation like this anyway. "Take your time, little star."

Closing his eyes, rubbing his cheek into his pillow, he doesn't see Jonghyun nod, but he does hear and smile when he says, "sleep well, little human."

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #starchild au #fluff #pg #i talk about this sometimes on patreon but this is basically all of it anyway #jonghyun is just a sad little star boy that fell from space and then taemin caught him by accident #and then now they just hang out together #:) <3 #peen #:)#ydw #🌙#I went through all of my things that I have written waiting to be posted and this is one of my favorite Jonghyuns : )

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dibidibifiction · 3 years

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Virtual Walls: Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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PART 2

. . .

NIGHT OF CONCERT

Y/N

Before the concert started, Taemin sent me a text saying that I can go down to their dressing room after their ‘Lucky Star’ performance.

So I make my way down from the second floor of the audience area in the arena as I try to study how to breathe.

I’m thinking about when the boys were in those little high cars where they went around the venue to let their fans see them closer while singing ‘So Amazing’.” Minho looked right at me for a quick second and gave me a cute wave.

My heart dropped. He couldn’t have recognized me because I was holding in front of my face a glittery sign, which a fan handed to me earlier, that says ‘최 민호’. Or maybe I’m even wrong. Maybe it wasn’t me he was waving at. It was pretty chaotic up here.

I can feel my heart beating up and down my throat the moment I heard voices outside the backstage dressing room in which its door is quite ajar so I take a quick peek.

“Excuse me,” someone taps my shoulder from behind.

I squeal in shock but I cover my mouth right away with my hand. It’s Jonghyun. My eyes widen at him.

“Sorry I scared you,” he chuckles. “Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Taemin,” I say, smiling, trying not to let my anxiety show.

“Oh, okay. Of course. You’re Taemin’s fan,” he jokingly acts upset.

I laugh with him. “Not exactly, um, I’m Y/n. He told me to come—”

“You’re Y/n?” Jonghyun looks surprised.

Seems like it’s not the first time he’s heard my name. I stutter to answer. “Uh… Y-yes?”

He then hurries to open the door to the dressing room, pulling me by my wrist to come in with him. The room is filled with their staff and stylists, and the rest of the boys except Minho. Jinki and Kibum are talking with one of the dancers in front of the mirror, rehearsing some choreo I think.

I can feel sweat forming under my pits, it’s embarrassing. I’m so nervous to see Minho and this crowded room is not helping.

Taemin is speaking with his manager until he sees me.

“Oh, Y/n!” He pulls me into a quick hug. “You made it.”

“Hey,” I release a nervous laughter, tapping his back once. “So, great show tonight! You guys are actual legends.” I congratulate them as I watch Kibum and Jinki joining the conversation. Which made me more nervous.

I didn’t think I’d feel more overwhelmed after that grand show I’ve just seen so far, and it’s only the half of it.

“Thanks!” Jonghyun says enthusiastically. “Which part do you like the most?” he asks.

I pause for a second, trying to remember everything from the concert.

“Did you even watch?” Kibum teases after a second of dead air. Everyone laughs out loud.

“Oh, I know which part she liked the most,” Taemin answers for me. He begins acting out unbuttoning his shirt, sexy dancing, and putting his tongue out like a moron. He’s imitating Minho’s solo during their ‘Dynamite’ performance wherein he danced topless as he rapped his part.

Everyone starts laughing again. I have no choice but to fake one because I’m too nervous to think about something else other than meeting Minho in person.

“So, Y/n, did you come all by yourself?” Jinki asks me eventually.

“Yes, I did,” I nod. “I must admit, I’m a bit tensed to—”

Suddenly, we halt all the same time the second we hear Minho’s loud, contagious, high pitched laugh coming from the halls.

“Quick! Hide!” Jonghyun immediately directs.

I look around the room but since I’m panicking so much I don’t know in which direction to go. “Where?” I shout but in a whisper.

“In there, in there!” Kibum assists me to a small curtain at the corner of the room where they can change costumes. Apparently.

So I did what he gestured me to do and stay quiet behind the curtain. He left a little gap for me to peep. I’m pleasantly surprised at how they acted so attentively and helped me out without any further verbal communication. They knew what to do just like that while I’m at dismay. Thank God.

My heart twists once again. Perhaps after this, I think I’ll have a heart attack.

It’s now a few minutes later, I watch Minho walk into the room with a big smile on his face. He has just finished a good laugh. “Hey,” he says to no one in particular.

“What have you been doing? We could hear you laughing from a mile away!” Kibum yells at him.

Oh, God, there he is. I can’t believe how close he is to me now. Just one step left and we finally meet. After all this anxiety and anticipation, I didn’t think I’d feel this intense yet blissful sensation. I could just stay here and watch him smile like that. Even if he doesn’t have to see me. Because of how happy I am right now, all my worries just went away in a heartbeat.

I watch Minho put his arm across Jinki’s shoulders as he is just casually having a conversation with the four. With my shaking hand, I lightly grab the edge of the curtain to slowly set it aside and walk out to light.

Minho’s smile unintendedly disappears in confusion the second he finally lays eyes on me. Then his eyes widen after a few seconds, as if they’re about to fall off, his expression turning into shock. His lips part a little.

“Surprise,” I say in a giggle.

His expression doesn’t change as his sight doesn’t leave me. We stare at each other in what feels like forever, the world stops around us.

I attempt to step forward toward him but I hesitate. My heart feels heavy on my feet. I feel my fists tighten when I start to tear up.

“Y/n?” Minho finally says after a good while. “What… What are you doing here? I thought…” His brows furrow. He then turns to his friends around him. “Did you…?”

They all nod at the corner of my eye.

Jonghyun laughs. “I told you she might have a reasonable explanation.”

Minho’s smile is reappearing slowly. He probably has just completely realized what’s happening.

I bite my lip as I try so hard not to cry in front of these people.

Finally, he runs to me and picks me up in a tight hug, making me hold on to him. Just like that, the heavy feeling I’ve been holding evaporates and is replaced by an overwhelming relief.

I can smell the fresh dry clean of his clothes, the product on his hair, and probably his sweat all at the same time.

After all that time spending our relationship virtually, here we are at last. I could just live here in his arms forever.

. . .

MINHO

I feel like I’ve been hugging her for hours when I suddenly realized that we’re actually surrounded by a lot of people.

So I put her down. She looks up at me with the most beautiful smile on her face, her eyes shimmer with tears. I wipe them away with my thumb. I, so badly, do not want to remove my hand on her face as I got this urge to pull her in and kiss her. But then again, I almost forget that there are a lot of people around us, watching us like a scene from a movie.

I rest my hand on her shoulder instead.

“Yeah,” Taemin says. “I actually helped her get here. I gave her a ticket and a pass.”

“I can’t believe you’re here.” The urge to kiss her is intensifying the more I stare at her so I turn to the rest of the guys behind me. “And you all knew about this?”

“Really?”

My thought goes back to the time when Taemin seemed like he was hiding something from me. Turns out he really was. But not because they’re betraying me. They were keeping things for me because they were planning something amazing.

This amazing. I catch the sight of Y/n again. I’m still having trouble believing that this isn’t a dream. It just feels like it. She ghosted me for almost a week, she got me overthinking that there might be something going on between her and Taemin.

“So you two aren’t…?” I ask both of them.

“Aren’t what?” Y/n asks back.

I give them both a certain look, which they should understand immediately.

“Oh, no,” they both say almost at the same time as they look at each other and then back at me.

“No, no, no, no. Absolutely not!” Y/n carries on, reassuring me. “What made you think that?”

I look at Taemin. “Well…”

“Okay, everyone! It’s less than fifteen minutes before resuming the concert. Let’s go, let’s go!” One of our directors abruptly bursts into the room and starts shouting and clapping his hands like the sound of thunder.

“I’ll find you later, okay?” I tell Y/n, in which she instantly nodded to.

“Fighting,” I watch her mouth the word, holding up a fist in front of her.

My heart melts. I can’t hear her anymore because everybody speaks at the same time in the room and starts to roam around to do their respective tasks.

I watch her walk out the dressing room as my stylist fixes my hair. She’s now going back to the audience and resume watching the concert. I really hope she knows how overly happy I am that she’s here even when I couldn’t tell her by words. This is too unreal to grasp.

. . .

Two hours later, the concert has finally ended and I can’t be more satisfied with everything. Kibum and Jonghyun Hyung have just recovered from a good cry for being overwhelmed with all the love that we received tonight. Again, we obviously can never be used to this.

Once I change into my casual clothes, I go running towards the halls.

I almost trip over Jinki Hyung as I’m in a hurry.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asks.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, drifting backwards and facing him. “Tell the others I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for a response, I carry on rushing throughout the long hallway to find Y/n. Apologizing to all the staff I almost knock over as I twist and turn to every corner. I still don’t spot her. She must still be at her seat.

So I reach the heavy door to the stairwell. I push it open and run up the stairs to the second floor where Y/n’s seat was.

To my luck, I don’t have to run any further. I halt before the next flight of stairs.

“Hey.” There she is. I’m running out of breath.

Y/n was just walking down before I found her.

I then race toward her. Putting my arms around her waist to lift her off the ground. I almost throw her up in the air because she weighs like a hundred pounds. I can’t contain the happiness running through my veins.

She blares out a cheerful shriek as I spin her around.

I place her back on her feet but she doesn’t dismiss her arms around my neck.

“Oh, my God, Minho! You were so amazing up there. I wouldn’t stop screaming your name! Did you hear me screaming? I’m pretty sure I’m your biggest fan in the whole world!” She is talking so fast and jumping at the same time that she’s making her cut her own breathing short. She’s too excited.

I laugh at her in adoration. “Calm down, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

She giggles as well while taking deep and fast breaths.

“Okay, do you care to explain something to me?”

“Oh, right! Yeah, in case you haven’t known by now, I came here for you,” she says it like she’s joking because of the big grin on her face.

“Y/n, I’m serious.”

“What? So am I,” she insists. I’m still a little skeptical that she’s literally in front of me. Not on my phone screen, not on my computer screen, but in person. She came all this way just for me.

I sigh. I can’t stop smiling, it’s embarrassing. “Well, you didn’t talk to me for almost a week. You didn’t reply, you didn’t call. Nothing. I got worried big time. You said you were sick.” My smile disappears.

Y/n sighs. “I know, I’m sorry,” her voice switches from excited to tender as she holds both my hands. “I just couldn’t face you with this secret in mind. I’m really bad at lying. Especially to you. I just couldn’t do it. I’m really sorry.”

I shake my head lightly. I love the way she’s looking up at me with those eyes. I could watch them all night as they shine for me.

“What?”

I shake my head again as I chortle. “Nothing.” I feel like I’m going to burst into stars and flowers. I don’t mean to stare at her. She is just so beautiful.

And to be fair, she is staring right back at me.

Time stops around us. I don’t even care if anybody sees us here. I’m just going to do it.

“Look, Y/n, I am so so so happy right now. I thought I’m happy enough to be performing tonight, but then you showed up and now I just can’t describe how I feel anymore,” I start.

She doesn’t say anything but she keeps her eyes on mine, tears almost overflowing.

“I was planning on visiting you in Palawan to tell you this, but now that you’re here, I’ll tell you now. I want more of you, Y/n. Not just through Instagram, not as friends. I want to spend lots of time with you from now on. So please don’t die after this.”

. . .

Y/N

My heart won’t settle down. I still can’t believe what’s happening. Choi Minho is actually right in front of me and I am able to touch him. I can’t keep my eyes off him that it feels like I want to just stare into his eyes for the rest of my life.

I watch him slowly lean in closer. He closes his eyes, then presses his soft lips against mine.

I don’t know what to feel next when I just learned that he read the message I quickly unsent. He wasn’t supposed to have read that, it’s embarrassing!

But the thought fades away when Minho doesn’t let go of me. He pulls away from my hands and places his arms on my waist to pull me in tighter as he opens his mouth to reach into my tongue, making me feel all tingly.

I shiver through this flaming sensation. This kiss does make me want to die. As it grows lusciously comfortable, I place both my hands on his hips, making a fist on this t-shirt under his hoodie jacket. I start to hum in pleasure.

He moans almost at the same time. He then pulls away before it gets nasty. His eyes are now back on mine for a second.

I smile up at him. Just a few seconds more I might start crying.

He wipes the tears off my face and then kisses me on my forehead.

“Minho.”

“Hmm?”

“I love you,” my voice shakes.

He just smiles in response as if he already knew. He picks up my hand and places a kiss just above my knuckles as his eyes don't leave mine.

“I love you,” he says, again shaking his head. Seems like he is still in disbelief.

And I let it rip. My tears. I bury my face into Minho’s chest, which is hard from his muscles yet so comfortable from his soft skin.

I’ve never been happier in my life. I wish this moment would never end.

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