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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.75) JM (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 3 - Electric Feel by MGMT (Johnny Soap MacTavish One Shot) - After returning from base you and Soap decide to take the night to go out...

Warning: Possible OOC, Suggestive Content, fluff, Possessive Soap

Part 2.50, Part 3.00 Masterlist

Our Shattered Heart 2.75 Interlude John MacTavish (...Loading Track 3…)- Electric Feel by MGMT

The bar was bustling under the star-lit sky. You pulled a tipsy Johnny along with you as you basked in the chill. You pulled further into Simon’s jacket, catching the smell of his cologne. You were perfectly sober while Johnny had a few beers. You had returned later in the day from base with the Sergeants giving you smirks.

“You finally got the Captain.” Kyle smiles at you brightly. He’s radiant as you bring the bouquet in.

“These are from a Corporal-” The flowers are taken from you by a scoffing Johnny, you give him a look and he grumbles, setting the flowers down a little heavily. He then proceeds to wrap himself around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, then peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle and push against him. He doesn't budge.

“Let us get you flowers hen.”

You laugh lightly, running a hand up and down Soap’s firm arm as he spins you around,

“She’s married Johnny, Down boy,” he muttered something Scottish before kissing you firmly. You return the energy, parting when you're out of breath. Soap keeps you bundled in his arms.

“Let's go out hen.” He murmurs it in your ear. You return with a ‘sure’ and a smile. You look to Kyle in question but he just waves you guys off.

“You two go have fun, I’ll get my turn.”

And with that and preparation you both set off into the late afternoon.

All along the Western front

People line up to receive

She got the power in her hand

To shock you like you won't believe

Saw her in the Amazon

With the voltage running through her skin

Standing there with nothing on

She gonna teach me how to swim

You grab Johnny's hand and tug him into the bar, eyes searching and to your pleasure finding the singer. He notices you during a verse and shoots you a smile that widens when he sees Johnny’s hand in yours.

He continues singing while you pull Soap to the bar and sit down. He settles on a barstool and instead of letting you sit, he pulls you to his lap, chin settling on your shoulder. You sigh but the bartender just smiles and laughs.

“He’s like a puppy. I saw the other night.” You look to them, finding a younger red-headed woman in her mid to late 20s. You just nod to her and order a drink. You get something a little fruity and sweet and settle into Johnny’s lap as his arms wrap around you. You chat with the bartender in the meantime, before your name is called and the singer approaches.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Your eyes light up at the man and you go to stand and greet him but Johnny’s arms tighten. You murmur to him but he just shakes his head stubbornly.

“Johnny.” You say it more sternly and he turns to you with stormy eyes, pupils dilated from the alcohol and feelings. The bartender turns to the singer then Johnny, then laughs.

“Don’t worry lad,” she says good-naturedly as the singer approaches and pecks her on the lips. Your eyes widen before you turn to her.

“Good for you two! Happy now, Johnny?”

The man grumbles again but lets you up. You give the singer a swift hug before you take the stool next to Soap and begin to chat. During conversations on the local area and their relationship Johnny’s hand seeks you in constant contact that makes your heart feel like putty. He was always an affectionate drunk but after the kiss, he practically glued himself to you and the others. If he wasn't next to Simon or bickering with Kyle, the Scot usually had a hand on your arm or shoulder and a smoldering look to anyone other than the 141 that approached you. The hour passed quickly, nearing 10 o'clock when the singer needed to return to the stage. There was a clamor at the entrance and a call of your name again as the girls entered. Your face lit up and you look at Johnny with an eager smile. His eyes are clear as he sips some of your drink, seeming to have sobered up some. He lets you go and you look at the girls with a few cheers.

They look at you and Soap and one whistles with a laugh and you blush while Soap gives them a cocky grin, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then lightly pushing you towards them. They accept you with open arms and you all go to dance.

All along the Eastern shore

Put your circuits in the sea

This is what the world is for

Making electricity

You can feel it in your mind

Oh, you can do it all the time

Plug it in, change the world

You are my electric girl

If anyone liked watching you dance the most it was Johnny. He was an energetic person, and unlike Price and Simon, he thrived in a club environment. Seeing your eyes light up and moving with the crowd was a treat. You swirled and bobbed, moving amongst the waves. A period passed as the bar got more busy when someone took the seat beside him. He doesn’t notice until there is a hand on his arm. He turns in his stool to find an attractive person, green eyes burn into his.

“Hey handsome.” their voice is smooth as they ask Johnny his name. He shuffles back out of their touch and replies with a simple John before he looks back to you. Green eyes follow this but they question your sergeant who replies politely to each. He wants to go and join you but you seem to be having fun. Time passes as he and the stranger make a sort of conversation as you dance, all the while Johnny sends you looks but he doesn’t want to leave your spot or your drink unattended.

About 20 minutes in his patience is tested when, while laughing the stranger sets their hand on his knee. He jerks away with sharp eyes.

“I am here with someone.” He says it politely but firmly. It's said during a break of songs and one of your girlfriends at the edge of the crowd catches it and Soap’s discomfort. She gets you as things suddenly escalate.

Driven either by alcohol or pure whim the stranger pulls Soap in for a kiss just as you break from the crowd. Seeing it you freeze, a chill running through you before a hot-headed anger and possessive feeling coils in your gut. Johnny immediately pushes against the stranger and stands. You practically materialize at his side. The stranger is not expecting this and hikes it out of the bar at the glowering look you shoot them. You turn to Johnny riled up. He wipes his lips and downs the rest of your drink in disgust. But seeing your darkened eyes he smirks.

“I'm all yours hen.” He cheekily adds,

“Though they were fine.”

You hiss at this and tug the man away from the bar, a smile growing on his face as you pull him out of the bar and into a side alley. Johnny smiles at you but his eyes are dark with arousal as you pull him in for a possessive kiss, chasing away the taste of the stranger. He does you one better spinning and pinning you against the wall as your lips dance together. His heart pounds in his chest, never thinking he’d see you crack but the role reversal was doing things to him. You pull away only for Johnny to latch his lips to your ear, nipping then stringing kisses down your neck like starbursts.

“That was so hot hen.” it was breaths as the scent of both you and Simon drove him insane. He pulls the neckline of your shirt down and neck to the chain of your dog tags he sucks and bites leaving a mark. You arch against him but he just rolls his hip against you. You try to move for some friction but his thigh comes between your legs. He coos as you whine,

“Sweet, I want te ravish ye.” His accent is thick as he pulls you back to him and about drags you along. When you reach the flat, he tears the door open and about flings you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. He then turns to you with maelstrom eyes igniting a fire in the pit of your stomach. Having heard the noise Simon and Kyle pop out of Kyle's room, having been finishing work. They both freeze seeing your heaving form littered with marks.

I said, "ooh, girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

I said, "ooh girl

Shock me like an electric eel

Baby girl

Turn me on with your electric feel"

Simon sees his jacket skewed on you and curses with a groan. You and Johnny are in a standoff, looking that if you even move he’ll pounce. You look between Simon and Kyle, both sets of dark eyes on you, watching, waiting. You're feeling hot as Johnny begins to slack forward, shoulders set and confident. His hair has grown out giving him a wild look and the few buttons of his shirt are open showing a smooth collarbone next to his dog tags. You almost want to run, to give into the chase but you stand your ground as he starts backing you towards the table. Kyle and Simon just watch as Johnny then corners you against the table.

He stares at you, hands reaching to touch your thigh and trace up your body. They soon fist into Simon's jacket and yank you forward to him in another kiss.

Plush lips mix with your own before you find his tongue delving into your mouth and you moan into the kiss. Johnny growls parting before hiking your legs up and setting you on the table.

“You are mine.” he hisses into your ear, something triggered in his mind, your hands shoot to his hair and you pull it in a way that has him hissing and breaking up the kiss.

“Fucking Hell you two, away where but there.” Simon finally steps in and Johnny quirks at the older man's eyes, pupils dilated and breathing coming out a little staggered. Johnny takes the chance and pulls you up, holding you against him easily as you yelp in surprise.

“Johnny!” Your voice is breathless before he nips your lips.

“That's my name sweetheart, don’ wear it out, Unless you're screaming it.” Your eyes shoot open and he gives you a sultry smile before chuckling into your neck. You narrow your eyes and then dipping your head bite a mark to match the one he gave you. He hisses, hands clenching you harder. Kyle laughs, something breathless as he approaches you.

“Good to know you bite back baby, showing Johnny what for. The filthy mouth of his.”

Johnny laughs then, the moment catching his heart racing and he lets you down but not before a final cheeky kiss. You part with half-lidded eyes and set your forehead against Johnny, you whisper to him.

“I love you.”

His heart stutters, warmth gripping his chest as he stares into your eyes,

“Aye, I love too, hen.”

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

Do what you feel now

Electric feel now

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edutainer2022 · 1 year

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It's Gordon's day, so here's my little tribute. Gordon is bored, John takes a big brother refresher course. Scott wanders in at the end for extra fluff and because he has an in-built brother radar.

We Could Build an Island

"Hey, John!"

Those words, in that sing-song, were enough to make John tense right where he was sitting on a lounge sofa, legs folded neatly beneath him, a tablet in his hands and shoulders deep in the paper he was due to review a week ago. He hated being late with reviews, but he'd rather not relive the Eos-as-research assistant disaster that resulted in a fired tenured professor and a devastated graduate student that one time. Yes, John was quietly paying for her therapy, submitted stellar recommendations and tag teamed with Brains for a transfer to Mofie's lab in Zurich. But Eos was banned from academic discussion for the time being. His mandated time planetside felt like a perfect opportunity to catch up on the backlog.

But those words, in that sing-song, meant he'd be delayed from the review even more. Because that sing-song meant a bored Gordon. And a Gordon, bored to the point even a swim couldn't alleviate, was not something John had had to deal with since before college, probably. Not on his own, anyway. Where were the reinforcements when one needed them? The lounge was deserted. Maybe because John shooed everyone away, needing to concentrate and not feeling like going up a flight of stairs in Earth gravity. No chance now, as the pat of sand shoes on hardwood floor drew closer. John sighed and braced himself. Sure enough, on cue, his lap was full of blond and loud tropical sunset, and tan in a flash, his nostrils assaulted by the ever lingering smell of chlorine. John was really proud of himself for not wincing. Carnelian eyes peered up at him in alarming combo of delight and mischief.

"Hey, John! Remember when I was your favorite little brother?"

One ginger eyebrow arched in perfect unamusement, honed to an art over the years. John hadn't put down his tablet in hopes to salvage some time for the review still.

"You mean when you were my ONLY little brother?"

That was only part mockery, of course. Much as John would wonder still, on occasion, how on Earth were they related, arrival of baby Gordon heralded his joining the elite club of big brothers, Scott and Virgil shared, and a lifetime of love, pride and worries like nothing else.

Gordon beamed up at him, from where his head was plopped on John's thigh, virtually delighted John picked up on their well practiced ribbing routine. Even his eyesore of a Hawaiian shirt lit up brighter, somehow. One tanned arm made a wide arc, before landing over Gordon's heart in a dramatic flare that could put the Royal Company to shame.

"Oh, Johnny, you wound me here! Can't a brother just bask in the company of a fellow brother while on shore leave?"

The carnelian eyes were now accompanied by a pout in a picture perfect immitation of puppy innocence. John was strong. But not entirely immune. However, this was Gordon and John was a firm believer in empirical investigation over taking anything at face value. So he threw his best effort to school the features out of a silly smile and sent the second ginger brow up to flag the escalation to a state of thoroughly not amused.

"I'm not Scott. You might wanna try again. What did you do?"

To John's surprise, Gordon's veneer of theatrical innocence actually fell, the bright joy dimmed in an instant, sending John's every big brother instinct on high alert. His tablet left abandoned on the arm rest, he tried to take a discrete stock of Gordon's frame for possible injuries. A quick inventory of the last couple of days came up short on disasters, close calls or losses that could possibly plunge the Fish into a funk desperate enough to seek out John, of all brothers. He was contemplating the merit of pinging Eos for footage of the last rescue, as Gordon spoke again:

"Nothing, if you should know. I did nothing. It's just..."

Gordon's voice trailed and he sighed. Honest to God sighed. Now John was really worried.

"Scott is in the meeting in Dad's office and it's gonna take forever. Virgil is shopping with Grandma. Brains locked me out of his lab... I'm out of older siblings to bug."

Relief bubbled in John as the dramatic hand wave reappeared for a curtain call. The poker face was increasingly difficult to uphold.

"Kayo is out and about somewhere..."

Gordon had the decency to snort in response.

"Let it be on record that you are NOT my last resort sibling over Kayo, Johnny-boy. I cherish our special bond... and my self-preservation instincts."

John was openly smiling by the end of the tirade, a mixture of familiar fondness and exasperation.

"A) Don't call me Johnny. B) What do you need, Fish?"

The face turned up to him was full of hope and impossibly young. The fact that made John register a dull ache somewhere behind his ribcage. Darn, was it how Scott felt all the time?

"A cuddle?"

Gordon threw a little wiggle in with the plea and a best recreation of "uppy hands" since Alan was two. No, John was not immune at all. The review would have to wait.

TTTT

When Scott emerged from a four hour battlefield that was the TI Department of Finance meeting and made his way quietly to the lounge, he was met with a sight so unusual he actually rubbed his eyes, wondering if the maze of the quarterly budget numbers unlocked a wormhole into a parallel dimension. Curled into each other on the couch, like two cats, were John and Gordon, sound asleep. John's long arms circled protectively around Gordon's smaller frame, Gordon's head tucked beneath his big brother's chin, snoring quietly into John's shirt. Scott tiptoed to fetch a throw blanket, kept in the lounge for John's planetside chills and his own all-nighters with paperwork. His smile was mild and rueful, as he crouched to tuck the blanket around them. John would have one hell of a creek come morning and Gordon should really know better than to curl his back like that for long, but Scott didn't have the heart to wake them up. He gave in to the chance of not being called out by oh-so-grown-up little brothers and treated himself to a kiss on the top of Gordon's head and a feather light peck on John's forehead. He lingered a moment, just holding the blanket over them. Scott would want nothing else, really, than to be able to shield them like that, to keep them all safe. Finding himself with a sharp pang in a severe lack of little brothers to cuddle in the immediate vicinity, Scott went ahead with the heretofore half-formed plan to go check on Alan.

TTTT

A slit of turquoise flashed through the ginger lashes for a split second, but John didn't wake up. He was dreaming that Mom was there, tucking them in, kissing them good night, watching over them with Scott's blue eyes, her familiar glow in his features and her infinite tenderness in his soft smile.

#john tracy #gordon tracy #gordon tracy needs a hug and gets one #scott tracy #is always there for his brothers #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #my fic

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johnnysnostril · 3 years

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makeup sex with nct 127 | part two [18+]

johnny & yuta

i stared at my phone, reading johnny’s last message.

he stopped calling about an hour ago- which meant he was probably busy preparing for his show.

“you ready girl?” my sister said making her way into my room. i nodded as i tossed my phone on my bed and faked a smile.

walking out into the backyard, my friends and family cheered as they seen me. i smiled as i received hugs and kisses from everyone. this is just what i needed- to be around people who made me happy, so i could forget about johnny not being here.

“happy birthday, my love.” my mom said with tears in her eyes. “ma, don’t cry.” i said hugging her. “my little baby is all grown up.” she whispered.

i swallowed back tears as i pulled out of the hug. “enjoy your time tonight, okay? this is your day- and i hope you like your surprise.” she stated.

surprise? a car! i thought.

the music played and everyone dance and sang. i was having the time of my life, sweating out my hair from all the fun i was having. an hour went by before my mom came over to pull me aside.

“we’re gunna cut the cake but first- your surprise.” she smiled.

“mom!” i whined. “you didn’t have to get me anything. i told you i didn’t want any gifts.” i laughed. “just follow me.”

leading me over to the dj booth, i smiled at the guy behind the turn tables. he had on sunglasses and this huge bucket hat- along with a mask that covered his mouth.

maybe that was his thing? i thought.

“okay honey, put this on.” my mom said handing me a blind fold. “this is too much already, mom.” i said taking the black cloth. as the soft fabric was tied over my eyes, i folded my arms across my chest.

“alright everyone! it’s time for the surprise. gather around!” my mom shouted.

if i could roll my eyes right now, i would.

suddenly, i felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. the grip was firm and strong.

what the hell. whoever this was, smelled really good.

i laughed and placed my hands on top of the mystery person’s.

everyone counted to three at the same time- signaling me to remove my blindfold.

upon removing the fabric, i noticed mark, haechan and taeyong standing in front of me.

my jaw dropped as i covered my mouth.

“happy birthday, baby.” i heard johnny’s voice in my ear.

turning my body, i looked up at him- with tears in my eyes.

the dj. he was the fucking dj.

“you jerk!” i shouted as i slapped his chest.

he laughed, trying to catch my hands. “i’m sorry babe!” he said as he pulled me into a hug.

after my shock subsided, johnny pulled me back inside the house and up to my room. he sat on my bed with me in his lap. “i can’t believe you lied to me.” i said playing with the hem of his shirt. “i’m sorry babe-“ he whispered before puckering his lips, asking for a kiss. i politely pushed his chin away, shaking my head and he laughed. “are you refusing my kisses?” he said in a playful tone. i nodded.

johnny tossed me back on the bed and i giggled, wrapping my legs around him as he fell in between my legs. “you know i don’t like it when i can’t get my kisses.” he groaned. pressing his lips against mine, he kissed me softly as he pushed my hands above my head and laced our fingers together.

“at least let me dick you down- it is your birthday after all.” he mumbled against my lips. my breath hitched at his statement. “but everyone is downstairs.” i laughed as i pulled away. “well then, i suggest you keep it down- little missy.” johnny attached his lips to my neck, sucking and biting. i held back a moan, squeezing my eyes shut.

moving his hands, he pushed my dress up to my hips- exposing my underwear. slithering down my body, he ran his index finger over my clit- making me jump a little. “mm, you’re already wet.” he chuckled as he noticed the wet area. johnny quickly ripped off my underwear, discarding them on the floor. he tossed my legs over his shoulder and gripped my hips before flicking his tongue against my sweet spot. i moaned loudly, gripping onto the sheets. he laughed and lifted his head a bit. “baby, shh.”

i groaned from the sunlight hitting my eyes as i slowly opened them.

“good morning, beautiful.” i heard yuta’s voice say.

i snapped my head to the right, noticing his smiling face- as he laid beside me.

he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“what are you doing here?” i said in a tired tone, sitting up. he breathed a laugh then sat up with me, fixing my morning hair. “i didn’t mean to scare you. your mom let me in.” yuta said in a warm tone.

great, thanks mom.

i was actually annoyed that he was in my bed.

“why would you come here?” i snapped. yuta lifted his brows and slightly parted his lips. “um, i wanted to see you?” he said chuckling lightly. “for what?” i said shooting back.

i climbed out of bed, making my way to my bathroom to brush my teeth.

i was still really mad that he didn’t get to make it to my graduation. i know it wasn’t his fault but still-

as i carried on with my morning routine, yuta leaned against the door frame.

“you’re still mad aren’t you?” he said finally breaking the silence.

i looked at him from the mirror and rolled my eyes as i wiped my mouth with the towel. “of course i’m still mad yuta. this was one of my big days and all i wanted was for you to be there. do you know how many christmas’ and birthdays you’ve missed?” my tone was raising a bit. yuta calmly made his way over to me after shutting the door. “listen, i’m sorry. i had all intentions on making it- i really did. but i literally couldn’t do anything about the plane being delayed, babe.” he cupped my cheeks and looked down at me. “can you please just give me some credit for making it here?”

his expression was soft. i could tell he didn’t want to fight. yuta was too exhausted.

we were silent for a moment as we looked at each other.

“i missed you so much.” he whispered, running his thumb across my bottom lip. “i cant remember how long it’s been since i’ve kissed you.” he admitted.

i couldn’t remember either. he was so busy with touring- i felt like he forgot about me.

suddenly, yuta pressed his lips against mine- slowly backing me into the wall. i dropped my towel and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. his hands caressed my cheeks as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head.

this felt amazing.

his lips were still so soft, just like i remembered.

yuta slowly pulled away after a moment and rested his forehead against mine with his eyes shut.

“i love you-“ he mumbled. “i can’t explain how long i’ve been waiting for that.”

as we both breathed heavily, i craved more from him.

at this point, i didn’t care about being upset anymore. i was finally feeling like he was seeing me, and i wasn’t invisible.

yuta pulled away, slightly bumping into the counter. opening his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair. i could tell he was trying to control himself. but, i didn’t want him to.

“shower with me.” i whispered.

as we entered underneath the water, i rested my head on yuta’s chest- hugging him tightly. i could hear his heartbeat ever so lightly. his naked body felt so good against mine. i slightly shivered as he ran his palm up and down my back.

looking up at him, i could tell he wanted the same thing. as i pulled away from him a little bit, i took his hand- pushing his fingers in between my legs. our eyes were locked.

he gently navigated around my clit, rubbing in circles. i licked my lips in pleasure.

moments later, he slipped two fingers inside of me- curving his fingers up. taking a deep breath, i wrapped my arms around his neck. i slowly began to grind against his fingers and he smirked a bit.

“babe-“ he whispered. “i won’t be able to stop.” yuta pumped his fingers in a slow pace. “good, i don’t want you to.” i said, pulling him down to kiss me.

this ignited him.

pushing my back into the shower wall, he lifted my leg with his free hand- propping my foot on the edge of the tub. “fuck me-“ i mumbled into the kiss.

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younghosfavewhore · 3 years

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nct - mtl: body parts

mtl: which body part they enjoy the most [f] [sg]

plus size friendly!

units included: ot23

WAYV

kun: (large) stomach; i am a firm believer that kun is the type of boyfriend who squishes or holds your stomach to show affection

lucas: (large) thighs/hands; thighs because he definitely just places his hand there and you aren’t even sure why its just comforting to you both. hands because he likes being reminded of how much bigger he is than you, i mean his hands are fucking colossal so...

hendery: breasts; small or big, he does not care he just loves holding them and lying on them, not necessarily sexual but could absolutely take that turn

yangyang: breasts/chest; he’s definitely huge on missionary because he loves admiring your frame, he just likes being able to fully take your body in

xiaojun: arms/chest; he will constantly be caught clinging onto your arm or chest, he just likes that sense of being close to you

winwin: hands, loves holding hands, will absolutely whine and pout if you let go of his grasp

ten: arms/chest; basically just loves your embrace at any given time, is the type that loves being held

DREAM

haechan: (large) thighs/breasts; would love the way these places are intimate but not inherently sexual, meaning that he enjoys how caressing these spots could be affectionate or sexual depending on the mood (lowkey would prefer thick thighs but you didn’t hear that from me)

mark: hands/chest; something about holding your hands just makes mark so giddy, it’s such a calm, subtle form of affection and he enjoys it; your chest is a pillow for mark, he loves cuddling up against your chest and would stay that way for days if he could

jeno: (large) thighs/stomach; loves gripping your thighs to tease you or just to embrace you, will wrap his arms around your stomach and lock you closer to him, definitely someone who loves feeling you pressed against him

jaemin: (large) hips; no matter what the setting is, he loves gripping onto your hips and pulling you closer to him (hands are a close second though)

renjun: hands; like winwin, loves to hold your hands and will do it subconsciously, loves gifting you rings because he likes seeing them accent your tone

jisung: arms/chest; finds being pressed against your chest extremely comforting

chenle: face; isn’t necessarily contact, but loves holding or observing your face because he just finds you so attractive and mesmerizing

127

johnny: breasts/hips; similar to haechan, likes how these areas can either be affectionate or sexual, is the type to be intimate with these to tease you

taeil: (large) hips/ thighs; definitely loves when you sit on his lap and your thighs do that thing where they go from ( ) to ( ), yea, he’s in love with that and the way you keep his lap warm

yuta: neck/legs; he fucking loves your neck, whether his hands are wrapped around it or his lips are pressed against it, he just loves how sensual it can be to contact, similar to taeil, he loves the warmth provided by your legs, will ask you to sit on his lap or rest on him

jaehyun: hips/chest; self-explanatory, jaehyun is incapable of keeping his hands off of your chest and equally loves being pressed against you, he loves guiding your hips towards him as he likes having his hands wrapped around them, he

jungwoo: (large) hips; i don’t know if this was expected but he’s definitely the type to admire your hips in any given situation. any situation.

doyoung: hands/chest; is the type to press kisses to your chest anytime its bare, loves holding your hands and sometimes even restraining them

taeyong: (large) thighs/arms; loves the way your limbs wrap around him in any way, loves gripping onto them and just watching how you react to his touch

(+)

shotaro: face; loves pressing his face against yours, is lowkey the corny type to ‘boop’ your nose or some shit

sungchan: hands; loves holding and playing with your hands, also is fond of the way he makes your hands look smaller in his

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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fifth time’s the charm? (m.)

pairing: johnny suh x female reader

genre/warnings: explicit sexual content | mentions of recreational drinking/ drugs (weed) | fluff | jaehyun being, well, jaehyun

words: 5.2k

summary: sometimes the universe aligns for you. and sometimes, it really doesn’t

1. There’s a delicious warmth between your thighs, growing with every slow grind of the guy’s hips. You don’t know his name and there’s no chance to ask, not with the way your lips are practically glued together, his tongue doing wonderful things as he licks at the seam of your mouth. He nips at your bottom lip at the same time his hand slides up your thigh, stooping just short of the hem of your dress, and you jolt, whining loudly.

He’s got a cocky smirk on his face when he pulls back to catch his breath, lips swollen and eyes dark. You stubbornly try to pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding your hips up more desperately. The two of you are as close together as the kitchen counter allows you to get. The muscles in his back flex under your fingertips and you’re so turned on that you think you could cry.

You’re just about to ask his name but then his lips are on your neck, leaving a trail of marks down the delicate skin. His hand squeezes at the meat of your thigh and you moan, tossing your head back and smacking it against the cabinet. A soft curse leaves you but the pain doesn’t really register, not when you’re being touched like that. His fingertips are so, so close to your core but he doesn’t dare move there yet. That spot is reserved by his dick, the impressive hardness dragging deliciously against your core.

There’s a commotion next to you and you turn your head to look, immediately regretting it. A guy from one of your classes- Jaehyun, you think- is emptying his stomach contents all over the floor. Your nose wrinkles and you rapidly tap your hookup’s shoulder, trying to get him to pull away. He does, a little confused, but then he follows your gaze just in time to watch Jaehyun throw up again, this time on the opposite side of the same counter you’re sitting on. Your arousal fizzles out and you groan, trying to ignore the wave of nausea that replaces the lust.

“Oh, for fucks sake Jae.” Your hookup groans, running his hand through his messy hair. He turns to you. “I gotta go take care of him, sorry.”

“Friend?” You ask as he lifts you off the counter.

“Best friend. And roommate. Which means I’m probably gonna hear him all night.” He sighs, glancing over to where Jaehyun’s got his face shoved under the faucet. “Thanks for this, though. It was fun.”

You smile, pulling him in for one last kiss. “Sorry we didn’t get to finish.”

He winks as he walks away, throwing a “next time, then.” over his shoulder. You watch as he rubs Jaehyun’s back soothingly, whispering something in his ear before picking him up. “Don’t fucking throw up on me.” Your hookup tells him, adding a “please,” as an afterthought. It makes you laugh.

It isn’t until you get home that you realize you never got his name.

2. You’re on the couch at yet another party when you see him again.

“I’m Johnny.” He offers you a joint and you take it gratefully, placing it between your lips. He even lights it for you. What a gentleman.

“Y/N,” You finally respond after taking a deep hit, watching all of the smoke leave your mouth and float overhead. “Nice to see you again.”

His eyes drift to your mouth when you take another hit and you let your head fall back to expose the column of your neck. “It is.” Johnny murmurs quietly, tongue wetting his lips.

It doesn’t take long before you end up on his lap, his hands grabbing desperately at your hips as you grind down, kissing him with the same ferocity as last time. The only difference now is that you’re high, you’re so, so high, and Johnny feels so good against you that you’re drowning in him.

Johnny pulls away to take another hit, tugging your mouth back to his so that he can pass the smoke between your lips. You accept it easily, loving how the burn in your chest matches the burn in your gut.

“Mhmm, if you feel this good now, I can’t imagine what it’s gonna feel like when I finally get to feel your pussy.” Johnny groans, bucking his hips up against your core. “Bet you’re so wet, so fucking tight.”

“Just for you.” You whisper in his ear, giggling at the deep groan he lets out in response. His hand makes its way under your skirt and you gasp, fully prepared to let him finger you on the couch in front of everyone.

His fingertips graze your core over the thin fabric of your panties and you whimper, swiveling your hips. Johnny’s a tease, just lightly petting your folds, not quite giving you what you want. You open your mouth to beg when a hand clamps down on your shoulder.

You jump when you realize it’s not Johnny’s hand, turning to find a very nervous looking Taeyong.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt. Uh, the house is currently on fire so we’re evacuating everyone.” He explains, trying valiantly to keep his eyes from wandering to where Johnny still has his hand under your skirt.

“Oh, fuck. Is everyone okay?” You ask, standing on shaky legs.

Taeyong nods. “Yeah, I think we’ve got it under control. But we don’t want to take any chances.”

Johnny nods. “Yeah, for sure man.”

Taeyong walks away after bidding the two of you a goodnight. You and Johnny look at each other, sighing deeply before he breaks into laughter.

“Damn, we are so unlucky.”

You groan, laughing despite yourself. “It’s unbelievable.”

3. The last time you’d seen Johnny wasn’t perfect, but at least you got his number.

Johnny texts you like you’ve known each other for years. He doesn’t bother with ice breakers- thank god, because you can’t stand small talk. It’s all memes and stories about how chaotic his day was and honestly? It’s refreshing.

Especially because he always takes the time to ask about your day, letting you rant and giving you support. He doesn’t leave you on read for hours at a time, either- you’re pretty sure the longest you’ve had to wait for a response was about an hour, and that was because he’d been in a class.

Surprisingly, there hasn’t been one suggestive message from either of you. You’d certainly been expecting it, considering the nature of how you met. But Johnny keeps everything family friendly, with the exception of a few dirty jokes and curses.

The most suggestive text he’d sent was a “hey, wanna come over and watch a movie?” But even then, you can’t guarantee that it’s going to lead to sex. You can certainly hope, but it isn’t determined.

Of course, you still shower and throw on your sexiest lingerie. Hell, you even lotion your legs.

Which you’re very thankful for as of right now, because Johnny’s got one hand up your dress and the other cupping your breast. He’s half on top of you, his lips pillowy and insistent against yours. You moan and pull him closer, tugging at his soft hair.

The movie is still playing from his laptop and you lean up to close it, reaching to set it on the floor. You’d hate for it to fall off the bed and break later on.

“I can’t believe it’s taken us this long to fuck.” Johnny huffs a laugh, pulling away to catch his breath. You giggle, tugging at his shirt to get it off.

“Hey, we haven’t fucked yet.” You remind him, sliding your hands up his toned stomach, feeling the firm muscles. He flexes and you slap his chest lightly.

Johnny leans back down to connect your lips, finally moving your panties to the side to run his finger along your drenched entrance. “Well lucky for you, I have a solution for that.”

The door creaks open before the first finger can even slide in. “Johnny! Taeyong baked us a shit ton of cookies, you want some?” You and Johnny jump apart at the speed of light, your hand flying to smooth down your dress while Johnny pats down his hair. The impact of your back hitting the headboard has you grimacing and you distract yourself by focusing all of your energy on glaring at the intruder.

Fucking Jeong Jaehyun. This is the second time he’s interrupted you, although if you take into account that it was probably him that caused the fire, it’s the third. You’re fully prepared to kill him, though you suppose you’ll spare him if he gets the fuck out of Johnny’s room.

He doesn’t.

The idiot’s looking down at his phone, so he doesn’t even notice what position you and Johnny had been in, and he somehow doesn’t even notice how both of you are panting and sitting in unnaturally stiff positions. Finally, he looks up from the device. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to notice that Johnny’s shirt is off and that he has multiple hickies scattered across his skin, but he doesn’t! Jaehyun smiles and lifts the tin of cookies.

“I’m okay.” Johnny says shortly. He’s holding a pillow over his lap and he looks absolutely murderous.

“Suit yourself.” Jaehyun shrugs, wandering further into the room. “Were you watching a movie?” Doesn’t this kid know how hookups work? He had to have seen the two of you together at one of the last parties, has to know that there’s a reason you both have swollen lips and messy hair.

“Yeah. Inception.” Johnny responds, clearly hoping that the complicated nature of the film will have Jaehyun sprinting away.

“Oh, I love that movie!” Jaehyun drops the cookies onto your lap and clambers in between you and Johnny, excitedly opening the laptop. “Oh cool, you’re only fifteen minutes in!” He presses play.

Johnny groans. You shove a cookie into your mouth.

4. To say that you’re sexually frustrated is an understatement.

You like Johnny, you really do. Spending time with him is fun. Texting him is fun. He’s a good person overall, and you want to get to know him better. Another thing you desperately want? His cock.

Every time you try to hook up, you get rudely interrupted. Maybe it’s a sign that you should actually start a committed relationship. Maybe it’s a sign that you and Johnny aren’t meant to be. Or maybe, just maybe, the universe hates you.

It’s late, way too late to text him to come over, but you’re horny and annoyed and your imagination just isn’t doing it for you. Your attempts at fingering yourself are fruitless, and even though you’re so turned on that you think you could explode, you just can’t get wet. It must be a curse. Probably Jaehyun’s fault, you grumble, though there’s absolutely no way it could be his fault considering he isn’t here.

Your fantasies keep failing you and despite you having clear ideas of what you want Johnny to do to you, it’s not enough. After a full minute of consideration, you grab your phone.

[Me] 11:43pm

You up?

[Johnny] 11:45pm

Of course I am

It’s not even midnight yet

What’s up?

[Me] 11:46pm

Bored

Thinking about you

[Johnny] 11:46pm

Oh so I’m boring now

The little quip has you huffing a laugh, smiling down at your phone. You bite your lip and roll onto your stomach, propped up on your elbows.

[Me] 11:46pm

Hmm

I mean I guess I could change my mind if you prove me wrong

[Johnny] 11:48pm

You only think I’m boring bc I haven’t had the chance to show you how much fun I am

I might even be too much fun for you

[Me] 11:48pm

Prove it

It’s not surprising that your phone starts ringing, the stupid selfie Johnny had taken last time you hung out popping up on your screen. Your stomach jolts in anticipation, teeth finding your lower lip as you answer it.

“Hello?” You roll back over, shoving your pillow under your head. Your free hand rests on your stomach, drawing shapes into your skin.

“Hey baby,” Johnny’s voice is a low purr over the phone and just the sound of it has your stomach flipping, the pet name drawing a soft whimper from you. “It’s awful late for you to be thinking of me. Mind sharing what’s on your mind?” You consider it, sinking further into your mattress and drawing your knees up a little. “Mhmm, I dunno. I’d rather you share what’s on your mind.” That draws a soft laugh from him. “Oh, nothing much. Was just debating if you’d rather come three times on my cock or three times on my tongue.” The bluntness of his words has you sucking in air through your teeth, though your chest is so tight that you doubt you got any oxygen. “Oh.” Your voice is small and you may have been the one to initiate it, but you have no idea how to continue it. “Oh, fuck.” “Yeah?” Johnny laughs lowly on the other line. “Well, which one is it?” “Both.” You try to sound confident but you’re a mess, hand trembling with how hard you grip the phone.

“Greedy girl.” Johnny clicks his tongue, and you can almost see him shaking his head. “How are you going to earn it?” Your mind is blank, nothing but warm arousal shooting through you. “I-” You try to start, finding yourself unable to finish the sentence. The words are too filthy to be spoken out loud.

“Would you suck my cock baby? You’d probably like that, hmm? I know I would.” Johnny’s voice sounds breathless, and you can vaguely hear the slick sounds of him jerking off. “Would look so pretty with your mouth full. Do you want that?” “Yes.” You manage to gasp out, letting your hand find its way between your thighs. Two fingers dip into your core before moving up to trace quick circles into your clit.“Wanna be stuffed full.” A deep groan leaves him. “Fuck, I’d stuff you so full, baby. Do you think you can take my cock?”

“Mhmm, yeah, I can take it.” You moan, finally starting to pleasure yourself the way you want to. Fingers fucking into your core quickly, palm hitting against your clit. “Oh god Johnny, I’m so fucking wet.” “You sound so good princess. Makes me want to-” His voice cuts off and you hum, urging him to continue. He doesn’t.

“Johnny?” You ask, frowning at his silence. A sigh leaves you when he still doesn’t respond and you draw your hand out of your panties to pick up your phone. Your confusion turns to annoyance when you're met with a black screen and a spinning circle. “God fucking damnit!” You scramble for your phone charger but it’s too late, the dead battery symbol popping up when you try to turn it back on.

You flop onto your bed and scream.

5. It’s been a long time since you’ve had sex, and it’s all you can think about.

Now look, you’re not unreasonably horny. You think about sex the normal amount, and it never actually interferes with your life, but there’s something about Johnny that’s just fucking you up. He’s nice and considerate and makes you laugh so hard that tears stream down your face, and you catch yourself smiling at him fondly even when he’s not doing anything besides frowning at his laptop. Everytime your phone lights up with a notification, you dive for it to check if Johnny had texted you. You’re not in love, but he’s got you wrapped so tightly around his finger that it almost hurts.

It doesn’t help that he’s fucking hot. He’s tall and strong and sexy, and carries himself with so much confidence that you find yourself swooning. You’ve gotten just the slightest taste of what he’s like in bed, but you want the full experience. The whole legs going numb, eyes rolling back, head empty experience. Preferable without any cockblocking roommates.

So no, you don’t think that you think about sex too much. Even if you do end up paying Jaehyun twenty dollars to go see a movie and get dinner so that you and Johnny will finally have the apartment to yourselves. Honestly, you think that locking him in the abandoned storage room would have been more efficient, but this is definitely the more legal option.

Johnny doesn’t look surprised to see you when you knock on his door, letting you in with a smile on his face. He dips down for a kiss and pushes your jacket off of your shoulders, hanging it over the back of a chair.

“My baby.” He whines, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight to his chest. “I missed you!”

You giggle and melt into his embrace. “Let’s make up for lost time, then.” “Did you have something in mind?” Johnny pulls away a little to look you in the eye, an amused smile on his face. He brushes his thumb over your cheek and you press into the touch like a cat. His smile widens. “You know, Jaehyun’s not here tonight. We have the whole place to ourselves.”

You act like this is new information. “Oh, well then it looks like we’ll have to make the most of it.”

Johnny hums. “Wanna watch a movie? I’ve got some popcorn waiting to be popped and some wine just begging to be drunk.”

“We could do that.” You humour him, smiling and pulling away when he leans in for a kiss. He pouts and you giggle, pressing your lips to his cheek before moving closer to his ear. “Or you could fuck me.”

Johnny stiffens for a moment and you swear he stops breathing, but then a deep groan rumbles in his chest. “Fuck baby, you can’t just say that.” You giggle and pull back to look up at him with innocent eyes. “I can’t? Why, do you not want to fuck me?” It’s meant to be rhetorical, because you know just how badly he wants you. He’s made it plenty clear. You turn to walk away and Johnny grabs you by your shoulders, anchoring you to him, your back to his chest. He brings his lips to your ear and leaves a lingering kiss on the skin just under your lobe, pressing his hips to your ass. There’s already a sizable bulge there and your stomach flips, mouth suddenly dry.

“Does it feel like I don’t want to fuck you?” Johnny asks, rolling his hips into you. “I want to fuck you so badly that it hurts, baby. Do you know what I imagine doing to you?”

His breathing gets a little heavier when you grind back on him. “Mhmm, no. Why don’t you show me?” Johnny effortlessly spins you around and picks you up, the squeal you let out muffled by his lips. He laughs softly and the corners of your mouth twitch up. “What?” You whine, pouting at him. “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m not.” He doesn’t sound convincing at all. “I’m not! You’re just too damn cute.” The pout on your face is kissed away by his insistent lips and he closes the door to his room with his foot, setting you down on the edge of his bed.

There’s still a teasing smile on his lips but his eyes are dark. You swallow thickly as he drops to his knees in front of you, the heat of his palms on your bare thighs nearly too much for you. “Will my cute baby let me show her what I’ve been imagining?”

His words have your breath hitching and your head feeling fuzzy but you manage to find the energy to nod, a shaky “yes,” passing through your lips. Johnny moves his hands higher up your thighs, thumbs playing with the waistband of your shorts. Your stomach jolts when his thumb brushes over the bare skin just under your belly button.

“I’m gonna eat you out.” There’s no hesitation in the way he speaks, his gaze determined. Your core clenches at the thought of having his mouth on you, his pretty lips and tongue working to please you. “Help me take these off?” You stand up just long enough for Johnny to tug your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them off so that they land somewhere far away from you. And then Johnny’s pushing you back down onto the bed, palms on your thighs to push your legs apart, and you nearly scream with the anticipation. You’ve waited so long for him that you feel like you might die if he doesn’t touch you right this second.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” Johnny groans, staring at your pussy like he’s in awe. He parts your folds with his fingers, tongue coming out to moisten his lips. “You’re so pretty.” He kisses your inner thigh and hooks your legs over his shoulders, dipping down to press a kiss to your clit. You inhale sharply, and Johnny looks up at you with nothing but lust in his eyes as he begins to eat you out eagerly.

You have to throw your head back when he drags his tongue up your entrance, dipping the muscle inside just slightly before moving up to suck at your clit. It’s too much too fast and you feel like you’re falling, head spinning and feeling fuzzy with all the sensations he’s giving you. His hair is soft between your fingers when you reach down to grab a hold of it, trying to simultaneously pull him closer and push him away.

Johnny moans into your core and pulls away to smirk at you. The lower half of his face is covered in your arousal and his plump lips glisten. “Feel good, princess?” There’s a filthy noise as he spits onto your cunt, using his thumb to spread the saliva around. “Because you taste fucking divine.”

Breathless curses of his name leave you as your elbows finally give out, your body hitting the mattress only to arch right back off of it. Your hands fist in the sheets and your head rolls from side to side, your body not quite sure how to handle this much pleasure. “I’m gonna cum,” You whimper, pressing your heels into his back to draw him closer. “Johnny, keep- keep doing that, ‘m gonna cum.” It comes out as a plea, and another few cries of his name leave you before your orgasm washes over you, drowning you in the pleasure.

The fog finally clears from your mind and you pry your eyes open to find Johnny still kneeling in front of you, licking his lips clean of your release. “Feel good?” You scoot back a little to allow Johnny room to join you on the bed. “Amazing. Knew you had pretty lips for a reason.”

“Aww, you think my lips are pretty?” Johnny teases, making an exaggerated kissy face. You scoff and steal a slow kiss from him, slipping your tongue past his lips at the same time you slide your palm over his dick, feeling the shape of him through the confines of his pants. He moans and tries to pull away but you catch his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling gently.

“I think you’re pretty. I also think we should take care of this, hmm?” You squeeze him gently and his thigh jerks. Johnny laughs breathlessly and reaches down to untie his pants, pushing them down his thighs just enough to free his cock. You waste no time wrapping your hand around the thick length, stroking him slowly. And Johnny makes such a pretty sight, his eyelids fluttering closed and his mouth hanging open. You shuffle back a little further on the bed, moving to lower your mouth to his cock, but he stops you.

“Too impatient,” He pants out, stepping off the bed and throwing his shirt off, kicking his pants to his ankles. “Wanna fuck you.” “I think I’m okay with that.” Your core clenches painfully at the thought of being filled up, and some of your arousal leaks down your thighs. He laughs at your response and reaches for a condom, rolling it on while you rid yourself of your shirt.

You throw your bra at him in an effort to get him to move faster, but it has the opposite effect. He looks at your bra for a moment before moving his gaze to your breasts, swallowing thickly. Both of you groan, but for different reasons.

“Babe, you can look at my boobs while you fuck me.” You whine impatiently. Johnny nods, tongue licking across his bottom lip slowly, eyes still locked on your breasts. It takes him a moment to crawl over to your body, settling between your legs and drawing you into a deep kiss. His dick brushes against your thigh and you wrap your legs around his waist.

Johnny’s always been a tease but you didn’t think he’d be this bad, holding what you want right in front of you, just out of reach. He presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, drags it through your folds, bumps your clit, does essentially everything except for what you want him to do. “Ready?” “Yeah, please,” You sigh, trying and failing not to sound desperate. And yet he still doesn’t put it in. He bends down to place a kiss on each of your nipples, swirling his tongue around one of the buds before moving to the other one. It has you sighing out in pleasure, and his teeth graze the sensitive skin at the same time he finally slides in.

The way his cock stretches you out has your eyes rolling back, your walls clenching around him desperately to adjust. Johnny swears and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, babe, you gotta- you gotta stop doing that.” “I can’t,” You arch against him, the action only pushing his cock deeper. “Johnny, you’re so big.”

“You’re just too small.” Johnny quips back, but it’s lacking the normal bite. This time it sounds strained, and your stomach flips at knowing he’s just as affected as you are. “Jesus Christ, how are you so fucking tight?” He finally bottoms out with a groan, grinding into you with a little half-thrust before moving to pull out again. “Guess I’ll have to change that.” Johnny fucks like he simultaneously has all the time in the world and like he has none at all. His thrusts go from hard and fast to slow and deep, the overall effect leaving you with your head spinning and your body burning with pleasure. Your nails dig into his back and you chant his name like it’s a prayer, and he responds by fucking you even harder, sucking bruises into the soft skin of your neck.

One of his hands grasps at the sheets near your head, the other resting on your breast. He gives it a loving squeeze before moving his hand up your arm to lace your fingers together, lifting his head up to find your lips. Both of you are panting heavily but Johnny kisses you like oxygen isn’t important, messily sucking at your bottom lip and meeting your tongue with his own. He lets out a deep groan and breaks away from you, dropping his face back to the crook of your neck. His grip on your hand tightens. “I’m not gonna last much longer.” “Mhmm, okay,” You squeeze his hand back. “Touch me?” He lets go of your hand to clumsily work his hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles into your clit. Your eyes roll and you arch against him, gasping out his name. Your orgasm is so close, you just need that extra push…

Johnny gets there before you can, teeth sinking into your shoulder to muffle his groan. His hips stutter and his rhythm grows sloppy but he keeps desperately fucking into you, fingers still frantically rubbing at your clit. He presses a messy kiss to your shoulder, moves up to your ear. “Come on, baby. Wanna see you cum for me.”

It only takes a few more of his dirty words, a few more desperate thrusts, a few more presses of his thumb to your clit before you’re coming, legs locking around his waist and nails digging into his back. He swears at how your walls lock around him in a vice, his hips stuttering again as a hiccupy moan leaves him.

He all but collapses on top of you after, rolling to the side and panting heavily. You giggly breathlessly and curl up next to him, head on his chest. His entire body shivers when you press a kiss to his nipple, and he misses the shot when he tries to throw the condom into the trashcan.

“Did it live up to your imagination?” You finally catch your breath enough to ask.

Johnny shrugs. “I guess.” He cackles and catches your hands in his own when you slap his chest and make an indignant noise, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m kidding! But actually, it might’ve been even better. We might have to try this again soon, just to be sure.” “Right.” You drag the word out in one long syllable. “Is this your way of saying you wanna go for another round?” “That depends,” He says carefully. “Do you want another round?” You laugh and shake your head. “You’re insatiable.” The air is cold when you roll out of bed and help yourself to Johnny’s closet, slipping one of the sweatshirts that you’ll ‘forget’ to return later on over your head. “But yes. Later though, I’m starving.”

The popcorn Johnny had offered you earlier gets stuck in your throat when Jaehyun barges into the apartment, the door slamming open with way too much force. Johnny snickers and pats your back, moving your water closer.

“Hey man, you have fun?” Johnny asks, only half paying attention as he tries to make sure you don’t die. You manage to dislodge the kernel and give him a thumbs up.

“Yep, nothing better than a free movie!” Jaehyun states happily, chugging the red bull in hand before opening the fridge for another one.

Johnny furrows his eyebrows. “Free? How’d you get free tickets?”

Your eyes widen and you try to motion at Jaehyun not to say anything, but he’s as oblivious as ever. “Y/n bought them for me.”

“Oh, did she?” Johnny grins, the pieces clicking into place. He turns to look at you, grabbing your hands in his own when you try to bury your face in them. Jaehyun’s already wandered away and Johnny shakes his head in disbelief. “You had this planned, didn’t you?”

“It’s not my fault!” You whine, pouting at him. “Can you blame me for wanting to have sex with my hot boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I am pretty hot.” Johnny sighs, laughing with his entire body when you glare at him. He coos at you and pulls you into his chest. “But am I your boyfriend?”

Your face goes hot and there’s a moment of sheer panic before you shoot your shot. “...yes?”

“So that makes you my girlfriend, then.” His smile looks even brighter now. “Well girlfriend, it looks like we’re gonna be buying Jaehyun a lot more movie tickets now.”

You groan.

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Bullying!

Protector

Being the daughter of Johnny Lawrence was great, he taught you karate when he got back into it. He was there for you and always tried to make you happy.

He tried with Robby too but Robby never gave him the time of the day. You had a group of friends including Miguel, Hawk, Aisha, and Tory. Hawk, well Eli- you always had a big crush on him even before he became Hawk but you were always scared to talk to him in fear of being turned down.

Now back to Robby, you to didn't get along as well as you'd liked. I mean you both weren't to different from each other, you both had that sneaky side but also both cared for those you loved.

Anyways it was a boring normal school day, Tory being your girl best friend along with Aisha were both in different periods so you we're quite bored for first period.

After first period it was second, which was Physics which you had with both Hawk and Miguel and you also happened to sit next to them both.

"Hey guys" You hummed contently as you took a seat in the middle of Miguel and Hawk.

"Hey Y/n" Hawk smirks, as always.

Miguel smiles and nods his head, you could tell he was going through something but didn't quite know.

"I just feel like garbage" Miguel says sadly.

"Come on dude it was just a mistake, plus you could have anyone you wanted? Why go after Sam who's still in a dispute with Robby anyways" Hawk asks smugly.

"Wait what did I miss?" You question.

"Daiz over here kissed Tory when he still has feelings for Sam even though he's single?" Hawk states as if it's the most easiest thing in the world.

You nod slightly and turn to Miguel, knowing he probably needed advice right now "Hey Miguel, just go with your heart okay? Ask yourself who you truly love and want to be with, ask yourself who makes that spark rise and stay in your life" You smile slightly, proud of your advice.

Miguel smiles widely "thank you Y/n really" He mumbles gratefully.

"Of course Miguel" You smile.

"I guess I should be asking who you're in love with Y/n" Hawk jokes, as you knew so much about this kind of advice.

Your whole body freezes, your heart rate picks up, as your cheeks redden. Hawk notices this and smirks "who's little Y/n crushing on?" He giggles as he nudges your shoulder.

You simultaneously melt at his cute giggle- he has never giggled before and it showed as his face straightens immediately catching himself off guard.

"No one but myself" You say smugly, dissing the question as you finally came back to reality.

Hawk nods his head sarcastically "mhm yeah like we believe that" he states.

Lunch time rolled around moments later which you were thankful of, as you and Hawk started walking towards the lunchroom Kyler decided on getting in some trouble as he walks in front of you and shoves you making you stumble back.

"S*ut" He snickers.

Hawks face turns into an angered on as he walks in front of Kyler "you wanna try that again" hawk grits his teeth together, gripping his fists.

Kyler smirks "what are you gonna do lip? Nothing because you're still just wimp" Kyler fake cry's as he laughs.

Hawks demeanor changes for a second to a defeated look, you wouldn't let that happen. You would not let Kyler make a fool of you nor Eli.

You quickly step in between them, staring Kyler down "you know being a d*ck isn't going to make yours any bigger" You spit out.

Kyler stops laughing as you stare him down, almost eye strangling him. His eyes widen and he turns and runs away "f*cker" You mumble.

Hawk smirks, impressed but also great duo that you stepped in "that was bada** L/n" he say chuckling.

"Yeah well he was hurting someone I lov- ven joy around. Yep someone I enjoy around" You curse yourself at that reckless move.

"Weirdo" He jokes playfully with a chuckle as he nudges your shoulder.

"Oh? I'll show you a weirdo" You say starting to run after him, his eyes widen and he starts running but quickly trips over air???

You bust out laughing as you trip causing you to gasp as you fall on his lap, straddling him though you continue to laugh.

"How- do- you- you trip over air?" You question in between breaths of laughter.

You don't hear anything coming from hawk so your laughter dies down as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You look down to see him staring up at you with heart eyes causing you to smile bashfully.

"What?" You barely get out.

He moves a piece of hair behind your ear, "you're beautiful" he states, continuing to maintain eye contact.

Your heart races as he flips you over, just then you realize your on the dirty school floor but then again it doesn't seem to matter as he connects his lips with yours ever so lightly just incase you push him away.

But you don't, instead you bring him closer by placing a hand on his cheek lovingly. A few moments later he pulls away to look you in your eyes.

"Y/n I need to be honest with you, I've always been in love with you even before I became Hawk" He says bashfully avoiding your eyes now.

You grab his cheeks with both of your hands and connect your lips back together in a firm, passionate, lingering kiss.

"I love you too Eli" You mumble against his lips before pulling away breathlessly.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He asks looking up at you with hope in his eyes causing you to smile widely.

"Of course!" You grin.

"But we should probably get off of the school floor.... in the middle of the hallway" You raise your eyes suggestively.

"Oh- OH yeah yeah I agree" Eli says getting up before offering his hand to you helping you up.

"Let's go princess..."

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This was requested from Wattpad!

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nctsjiho · 3 years

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Relationships with: NCT Dream

Click here for: NCT 127, NCT U, NCT Dream, WayV

Mark:

Little-big brother

JiHo makes him laugh almost as much as Haechan or Johnny do

Helps her with rapping and is the person JiHo reaches out to when she wants validation with her rapping

Spent a whole night with her in the studio after she had a mental breakdown when she kept messing up and the producer told her to come back the next day

They never talk about it and no one else knows (that’s what they thought but Taeil and Doyoung do know. Of course they respect JiHo’s privacy and never bring it up) but he’s always there for her before or during she records her rap part when he knows she’s nervous or stressed out

“Dude!”

“DUDE!”

If Jaehyun is JiHo’s bro, then Mark is her dude shut up I don’t make the rules

They talk in English a lot as well, JiHo actually helps him out with his Korean at times

Renjun:

The prettiest boy of them all in JiHo’s eyes

It’s an ongoing joke that JiHo is whipped for Renjun and JiHo doesn’t deny it

She loves his voice and thinks he’s super talented and smart

But she only says that about him and not to him (she doesn’t want Renjun to feel uncomfortable around her, God bless her)

They have great chemistry together and seem- are best buds

Renjun appreciates JiHo’s hard work and her great language skills

She usually tries speaking only Chinese when with WayV or China line

He’s the only person she speaks Chinese with casually when they are not hanging out with the Chinese members

Praises her a lot when she’s not there

They can get really mischievous together and go and tease the others

Their usual victims are Ten, Kun and Jaemin (they keep it really playful though so their “victims” laugh a lot when they get “teased”)

They can talk for hours and hours Taeil and Doyoung have send them home after finding them in the studio or practice room talking at 3 am multiple times

Jeno:

Jeno and JiHo are a dangerous duo

Their visuals are OUT OF THIS WORLD

Like they are both very attractive on their own, but put them together and-

*chef’s kiss*

Jeno is a firm believer that JiHo should’ve been in NCT Dream

Also have a kind of brotherly bond, but Jeno gets really protective over her

He pushes her around playfully but if someone else does it and does it too hard, someone is about to catch those hands... -_-;;

Workout buddy

Even though JiHo complains a lot when exercising with him, he still drags her along (like literally, they will go for a run and Jeno will grab her by the wrist and drag her with him)

“If you hate it so much then don’t come with me next time.”

She’ll still join Jeno on his next workout ^^

Haechan:

TEASE

The biggest piece of sh-

But we’ve been knew

Thinks JiHo is a great singer but never says anything, because he will not show her his soft side for her

Knows JiHo isn’t the best reader and while he usually makes fun when the other members mess up when they read, he’ll never make fun or laugh at JiHo

The first and only time he’d done so, he saw how her smile faded and it broke his heart so he never did it again

Instead, he’ll volunteer to read instead of JiHo whenever possible and she appreciates it a lot

Doesn’t believe that JiHo is technically younger than him

Believes in treating everyone equally, so if he didn’t tease or annoy her enough during practice, promotions, or video shoots he’ll annoy her at the dorms

Barges in her room whenever he wants to and after an hour of annoying her or “ruining” her Vlive, he will just sit on her bed and play on her switch or his phone for a few hours

Jaemin:

“Forces” her to do aegyo

Thinks JiHo is the most adorable human bean (yes bean) to grace this earth awww

Says he doesn’t want her to join next promotion because he hates seeing her work so hard, but never actually means it. He loves that JiHo is part of NCT with him

Wants to be in a Sub-Unit promoting with her so bad, but it doesn’t seem to look like that’s happening soon (ㅜ_ㅜ)

JiHo likes to give him back hugs and he melts every time she does, but tries to hide the smile creeping on his face

Jaemin knows he’s one of the only members receiving skinship from JiHo so he doesn’t want to jinx it by pointing it out, but is very proud he gets those rare JiHo hugs <3

“She’s always so cool on stage but in person she’s insanely cute!” (He said this during a Vlive shortly after her debut in 2018)

Chenle:

Chillll~~~

They either hang out in his house or in her room at the dorm

People thought they didn’t like each other for a while, even the other members

They just didn’t have much to say to each other

Now they still don’t have much to say to each other but they just hang out and listen to music or play games together

They don’t have the best chemistry on camera, because they just are really quiet but when you are with them physically you can't sense any awkwardness at all

Daegal loves her (not as much as she loves Mark or Chenle but enough to sit on JiHo’s lap 50% of the time she’s is at Chenle’s)

He makes fun of her when she messes up her Chinese but no one else dare make fun of her Chinese or he’ll find a way to make fun of you so you feel bad

During a variety show the host made fun of JiHo’s Chinese and Chenle asked him to say something in Chinese, when he couldn’t Chenle just gave him that a look and stan Twitter went OFF

“OMG The look on the hosts face! Chenle protecting JiHo!!! OMG IM DED”

Jisung:

JiHo is the coolest hyung noona

She doesn’t baby him because they are pretty close in age and Jisung appreciates the change of pace

Wished JiHo was also a member of NCT Dream (com’on SM everyone wants JiHo in Dream! ㅜ.ㅜ)

He finds her intimidating whenever she’s in performer mode

Will willingly do aegyo for JiHo and vice versa

Sometimes it feels like JiHo is younger than him so he has a sense of protectiveness at times

JiHo isn’t a star chef, but she can cook pretty well, so sometimes she visits the dreamies’ dorm and cook for Jisung them

Also learns Jisung how to cook or bake simple things (he sucks but they love spending the quality time together)

The hugs they share look so comfy and ngl everyone fans, not-fans and even their own members feel jealous

Everyone wants to know what such a hug feels like but it’s only possible between JiHo and Jisung

Cutest-most-wholesome duo

#jiho.guide #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct extra member #nct female member #nct additional member #nct female addition #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #kpop!addition #kpop!oc #kpop imagines

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writemekpop · 4 years

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Boy x Friend | Johnny Suh

21 First Kisses Series Ep. 2

Series Masterlist

Genre: Babysitting, Fluff

Word Count: 0.5k

"That’s all it ever was... almost.”

Gif: @jaeshyuns

“Johnny oppa don’t move, you’ll smudge your makeup!”

Your niece Hazel is sitting on Johnny’s lap, delighted that he’s allowing her to smear glittery pink lipstick onto his lips.

You had no idea your best friend Johnny was so good with kids - the sight was making your heart flutter.

You pushed that feeling down as quickly as it came. No. You and Johnny were “just friends”. Sure, there was the occasional drunken almost kiss, but that’s all it ever was. Almost.

“Auntie come help me do Johnny oppa’s hair!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You need to braid his fringe!” Hazel repositions you so that you’re sitting crossed legged opposite Johnny on the couch.

“She’s bossy, isn’t she?” you whisper to Johnny as you plait his chestnut hair. You ignore the sparks that shoot up your fingertips every time they brush Johnny’s skin.

It’s so easy just to be with Johnny. He’s so funny and friendly and tall and strong… it’s impossible not to get carried away. Not to… let yourself imagine.

You never showed it, but it hurt when he rejected your drunken confession that one Valentine’s. So, if anything more is going to happen between you, it’s on him.

Hazel pulls a white veil from behind the sofa and sticks it on Johnny’s head.

“There!” she cries, “You look like the perfect princess bride, Johnny oppa!”

Johnny’s eyes go wide, but he smoothly takes on his new role, exaggeratedly pouting and posing, and making Hazel squeal with laughter.

“Auntie…” Your little niece’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “This is for you.” Hazel shoves a black top hat into your hands. “You can be Johnny oppa’s husband!”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you hold Johnny’s hands at your makeshift “altar”. A tinny wedding march blasts from Hazel’s sparkly flip phone.

“Do you, Y/n auntie, take Johnny oppa to be your princess bride?”

You laugh along with Johnny at the ridiculousness, but inside, your heart threatens to beat right out of your ribcage.

After a rush of whispered and giggled vows, Hazel gets to the clinching line.

“You may now kiss the bride!”

You hesitate, staring into Johnny’s liquid toffee eyes.

“Auntie you have to kiss him!” Hazel squeals, stamping her foot on the ground.

“Are you okay with this?” Johnny asks you. You hate how his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

You nod once. Your breath catches as you stand on your tiptoes. As you place your hands on Johnny’s shoulders for balance, you feel the firm muscle hiding under his soft sweater. Your lips meet in a kiss, and as they do, sparks shoot through you.

An hour of make-believe later, Hazel has collapsed onto the couch, worn out. You and Johnny are silent as you clean up the toys, but a strange electricity charges the air between you.

“Y/n,” Johnny murmurs, eyes fixed on the toy box, “Maybe I don’t want to be just friends… maybe I do want to be your princess bride.”

Your eyes widen as you search Johnny’s face for sincerity.

He chuckles. “Or maybe I should start by being your boyfriend?”

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babyflossy · 4 years

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is this real?

pairing; taeyong x female!reader (my future works are gonna be gender neutral unless explicitly stated otherwise)

word count; 1.7k

summary/requested; taeyong wants a calm birthday but you have important news to tell him. I deleted the request for this and I'm pretty sure they wanted smut but I just want this out of my drafts so I'm really sorry! also this was supposed to be a birthday request rip,,, also another instalment of flossy can’t think of titles

genre/warnings; cringey (I'm so sorry), pregnancy (?), fluff

the day had been simple. taeyong had requested you to keep his celebrations to a minimum this year; a true day for him to relax and not have to worry about anything. it had started just as he had wanted, you had made breakfast in bed for him, waking him up with feathery kisses to his cheeks. regardless of his wishes for you to not get him anything, you couldn’t resist getting a few token gifts you knew he would like.

at first, your plan had been to surprise him in the morning, soon after he had woken up. the little wrapped box had never been far from your reach the whole day, even as you found yourself getting ready for the dinner his members had insisted on. every chance you had to give it to him you lost; shaky hands and sweaty palms not allowing you to simply hand over the box wrapped so neatly, a little silver ribbon tied around it.

as you brushed on your blush, convince yourself you would give it to him before you left the house, at least. that didn’t happen, of course, as when you went to get it the only thing you could think of was taeyong’s disappointed face when he opened it. what if he didn’t want it? what if he wasn’t ready.

sure, you had both agreed you wanted kids, but was now the right time? a few months ago he had suggested you to stop taking the pill and just see what happened, but when his company suggested a solo album you had gone back on it. what he didn’t know, and what he was soon to find out, was that in those few weeks of being off the pill you had gotten pregnant.

it had been hell, as expected, keeping it from him. you wanted nothing more than to tell him the moment you found out, but deciding it was only a few weeks until his birthday you managed to hold off telling him. as the weeks dragged on your anxiety only grew until you weren’t even sure if you were ready, let alone him.

a hand rubbing along the bare expanse of your shoulders shakes you from your thoughts and you meet taeyong’s eyes in the mirror, offering him a smile. a frown settles on his face as he toys with the thin strap of the silk dress you’re wearing. the material is tight on your body and it glitters under the artificial light in your bedroom. you think about how you won’t be able to wear dresses like this for a while and sigh.

“you okay?” he mumbles, hands letting your straps go to pull your hair behind your back, leaning down to trail kisses along your shoulder. the action is so caring, so soft and familiar you can feel the familiar tingle of emotion in your eyes.

the brush drops onto the table with a clatter and you stand, turning around to face him. there’s concern still brimming his eyes and you looking away for a moment to calm yourself.

“of course i am, baby,” the suit he’s wearing fits him perfectly and you let your eyes linger down his body before you meet his gaze again, hands rubbing the smooth fabric between your fingers. “you look amazing, as always.”

“not even half as amazing as you, princess,” his hands grip your waist and you feel a sickening twist of your stomach as you look up at him. this was so perfect, you and him, did you really want to change that dynamic? you had heard stories of couples falling out of love after having children and you weren’t sure you wanted to risk it anymore.

“i love you,” with your words, you let your face drop into his chest, closing your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat. you hear him sigh above you and you can tell he sees right through your mask but you’re grateful when he doesn’t push it further. a reply is whispered into your hair before a ringtone breaks you out of your embrace.

“it’s johnny, we should go.”

there’s a chandelier hanging over your head and the crystals glimmer onto the tablecloth in front of you. the soft glittering is calming and a stark contrast to how you feel inside. the look taeyong had shot you when you denied the expensive champagne from the waiter did nothing to soothe your nerves and as you sip your lemon water you question if this is really a good idea.

around you the conversations move too quickly for you to keep up with and you’re close to grateful when johnny turns to you. this is the first time you’ve seen him since you had spilled your biggest secret a few weeks ago, needing to tell someone about the positive pregnancy test. when you were plannnig the day, johnny had made you promsie to tell taeyong before the dinner, but as soon as you had met eyes in the enterance he knew you hadn’t.

it was your first oppurtunity to talk to him and you both keep smiles on your faces so the others around you won’t suspect anything. “why haven’t you told him?”

“i got scared,” you take a sip of water in between your words, “every time i tried to give it to him i– i just couldn’t.”

“you’re a fucking idiot. you know he’ll notice eventually, right? that’s how pregnancy works, dumbass.” johnny teases, the polite grin covering his face is almost comical in comparison to his words. you laugh mockingly and nudge his arm too hard for it to be accidental.

“make fun of me one more time, and i’ll kick you in the shins.”

soon enough, johnny is pulled into a different conversation and you focus on eating your food and calming your heart rate. you vowed silently to yourself that no matter what happens, you’ll tell him before tomorrow morning.

in your daze, the dinner passes quickly and before you know it everyone around you is standing, pulling their coats and suit jackets over their shoulders. taeyong pulls your chair out for you and links his hand in yours as he bids farewell to group. as you’re leaving, you catch johnny’s eyes one last time and scowl at the way he raises his eyebrows expectantly, a sarcastic smirk painting his features.

the car ride home is silent, suffocating. taeyong sits in the passenger seat and watches you frown at the road in front of you, deciding to question you when you're not behind the wheel. the walk into your apartment is silent as well, the same confused expression consuming you as you make your way straight to your bedroom to rid your feet of the heels trapping them.

when you sigh for the umpteenth time in front of your dressing table mirror taeyong realises he's had enough. "what's wrong with you?" the words are firm but hold no malice. in the reflection you watch him run a hand through his hair, his eyes focused straight on you. it’s now or never, you think and reluctantly reach for the draw next to you, retrieving the little box with shaking hands.

when you place it in his lap, the face that looks up at you is nothing but confused. "you got me another present? i told you to keep this–"

"just open it," a nod in the direction of the box accompanies your words and your heartbeat leaps to your throat as you watch him untie the ribbon. fleetingly, you think about ripping it back out of his hands and hiding it again but by now, you want nothing more than to get this over with.

time seems to freeze as he picks up the little white stick out of the clouds of tissue paper. his fingers turn it around a few times before bringing it closer to his eyes. you're not sure why, the two pink lines are visible even from where you're standing. for a heart-stopping moment you think he's going to throw it away, but in an instant he's standing. his arms wrap around you tighter than you think they ever have and relief floods you like a dam breaking.

"is this real?" the whisper is soft and child-like in innocence, taeyong's wide eyes staring at you tenderly. the lump in your throat doesn't allow any words out and you can only nod in reply. the next embrace is longer, and sweeter. he hooks his hand under your head and cradle you to his chest, dropping his face to kiss the top of your head. being held like this does nothing to curb your emotions and the tears start falling before you can stop them. "we're gonna be parents?"

you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant, hands falling back to your waist to pull you into him. the kiss is tender and warm and it shows every emotion you’ve been trying to hide from him for so long. “you’re happy, right?” he asks when you haven’t said anything.

“i'm happy– don’t get me wrong, but i'm so scared, taeyong." the words make him frown down at you, the tears in his eyes making him appear so vulnerable. "what if we're bad parents–"

"hey, hey, hey," he whispers against your forehead, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your waist, "we can't think like that, i'm sure we'll be fine." there's nothing you can do except nod into his chest, exhausted after finally letting out your secret. "how long have you known?"

"a few weeks," you can't help but let out a teary laugh at the shock on his face when you pull away. "i wanted to tell you straight away, believe me i did, but i thought it would be a good surprise."

"that's impressive, i have to admit. i can't wait to tell everyone!"

"about that," you pause, knowing he probably won't like the fact johnny found out about your pregnancy before he did. "johnny already knows."

"you told johnny?" there's disbelief in his voice but you can tell he's not angry. "before me?"

"i'm sorry!" you laugh out, the pout on his face being anything except for funny to you now. "i needed to tell someone!"

"their first word better be daddy to make up for this."

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celestialmark · 4 years

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Lacuna - Epilogue

- Characters: Johnny Suh x members of nct - Category: single parent au, fluff, slight angst - Word count: 6k - Warnings: - - Navigation: prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue - Author’s notes: hello I am so emotional because I can’t believe this is really the end of the series.. I initially wrote this for my dearest friend who’s so close to my heart, but somehow along the way, a lot of you followed, patiently waited and liked this story and I will always and forever be grateful to all of you. I’ve grown so attached to this series and knowing it’s the end now is making me so sad yet so happy at the same time. I really hope this epilogue makes up for all the angst we’ve all been through the past few chapters and that it meets all of your expectations. I love you all heaps and bunches and thank you for reading and staying with me throughout this series. happy reading my sweet! x

“Daddy’s home!” You say to Youngho excitedly when you hear the front door slide open with Johnny now possessing keys to your house.

Youngho immediately drops his pencil on the table, completely forgetting about his unfinished homework, hopping off the chair and racing towards the front door to see Johnny taking off his shoes by the hallway.

“Daddy!” Youngho exclaims, his voice rippling through the house.

“Hey buddy,” Johnny greets with a warm smile that reaches his eyes and lowers himself to meet Youngho’s outstreched arms for him. “How was school today?”

“Really good! My teacher said I draw really well,” Youngho brags proudly, standing tall when Johnny lets go of him.

Johnny grins and ruffles Youngho’s hair, “I’m so proud of you! Good job!” Letting his eyes scan the hallway, his natural instinct is to look for you. “Is mommy around?”

“Kitchen!” Youngho replies and walks off.

You emerge by the hallway then, arms crossed across your chest, a bashful smile on your lips as you watch Johnny tug at his tie to loosen it, still clad in his tux after being at work all day. He looked divine, to say the least, even when the stresses of the day has beaten him down to a pulp.

Johnny’s face lights up immediately when his eyes land on you, his shoulders drooping unknowingly, already feeling a thousand times calmer at the sight of you. “Hey you.” He opens his arms, the gaze in his eyes inviting you and you try so hard not to melt because this was your reality now.

“Hey,” you greet shyly, walking towards him and reaching upwards to circle your arms around his neck just as he wraps his around your waist, his embrace firm, burying his face into your shoulder.

“Missed you,” you hear him mumble.

You chuckle, your insides warm, “When do you not?”

“Good question,” Johnny replies, lifting his head off your shoulder and pulling himself back so that he can look at you, his arms never leaving you. “But would it hurt if you said it back? Even if you have to lie?”

You laugh just as a teasing smile lifts on his face. “Missed you,” you finally say. “And that’s not a lie.”

Johnny bites at his lower lip to suppress his smile from getting wider, the woman of his dreams finally so close to him like this, feeling like the luckiest man on earth, because well, he’s convinced he was.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes glazing over every single one of your features, nothing but love and affection in his shining orbs. Johnny’s ducking his head, resting his forehead against yours in the process, determined to plant a kiss on your lips and you’re closing your eyes as he’s doing so, wanting nothing more than to feel him closer.

When you feel his breath against your skin, heartbeat skyrocketing and mind hazy with the thought of him, you’re quick to let go of him when Youngho’s voice jolts you both. “Mommy! I need help with this question!”

You’re suddenly chuckling, the disappointment in Johnny’s face too amusing for you not to make fun of. “Maybe later,” you tease but you lean on your tip toes anyway to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, hoping it’ll make do for now before walking away from him to tend to your son.

Johnny finds you and Youngho side by side on the dining table with you assisting Youngho on a particular question for his homework, your eyes focused on him as he jots down what comes to his mind after your direction. Johnny leans on the doorframe, revelling in the sight in front of him, falling in awe that this was his very own family and to make things even better, a family with the love of his life, his first love, you.

“Good job baby,” you praise when Youngho finishes the final question, squishing his cheeks in between your palms and planting a kiss on his forehead.

Not only were you an amazing lover, you were the best mother too.

When you spot Johnny watching you interact with Youngho with a soft smile, you tilt your head to the side, silently questioning him for just standing there, he just gives you another heart-stopping smile before he’s shaking his head and finally moving from his spot to join you both on the table.

“What do you boys want to eat for dinner?” you ask when Johnny takes a seat beside Youngho, helping you put away his books into his backpack.

“Pizza!” Youngho cheers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you counter, knowing how much junk Youngho’s been having recently and plus it had been an agreement between you two that treats were saved for Fridays, a few more days to go until then.

“But mommy—“

“A healthier option maybe baby.”

Youngho pouts but when an idea pops up in his head, he’s suddenly turning to Johnny who’s just finished zipping his backpack when he places the last book inside. He’s tugging on Johnny’s sleeve, puppy eyes ogling up at him.

“Daddy,” he whispers.

When Johnny grasps what he’s trying to imply, he slowly trails his eyes over to you to which is met by a knowing gaze, already aware of what your son was trying to do.

“I think pizza sounds good!” Johnny suddenly announces and it makes you roll your eyes because these two were already scheming with one another, making it two against one.

So that’s how you find yourselves lounging in the living room with a box of pizza on thhe coffee table, Youngho’s favourite movie playing on the television after yet another successful persuasion from the two to allow him to watch on a school night. Youngho is wedged in between you and Johnny, a blanket big enough draped over your laps. Every now and again, Youngho would tug at Johnny’s sleeve when his favourite part would come up and it makes Johnny pay extra attention, asking Youngho in return why certain parts have become his favourite. And it doesn’t take long before Youngho’s snoozing, head falling towards your side. So when the movie ends and Johnny’s turned the television off, Johnny lifts Youngho in his arms as you watch him with a fond smile, thanking the heavens for blessing your life with such an endearing man whose affection for his son literally oozes in the way he looks at him.

When Johnny returns a few minutes later, he returns to his seat on the couch, only this time, he sits much closer to you, his shoulder touching with yours as you work to make sure he’s under the blanket just as much as you were. He’s reaching for your hand and when gets a hold of it, he interlocks his fingers with yours, his skin warm and soft. You lean your head on his shoulder, exhaling a breath of relief.

“Finally some time alone with you,” Johnny muses, turning his head slightly to kiss your head. He’s rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as he rests his head on top of yours. “I missed this.”

“Me too,” you agree quietly. “Actually, I missed a lot of things.”

“Enlighten me.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Just.”

Johnny stays silent for a few seconds, merely gazing at the side of your face, smiling gently, literal hearts oozing out of his eyes. “I missed you the most,” he murmurs. “I missed your voice, I missed your hugs, I missed your kisses.”

You chuckle.

“Cheesy.”

“But true,” Johnny reiterates. He’s raising his free hand and it lands on your cheek as you lift your head off his shoulder so that you can look at him, “Remember the letter I wrote you?”

“Mhm.”

“I meant every single word, I still do,” Johnny’s staring into your eyes, gentle and warm orbs that you lose yourself into, a literal window to the depths of his soul; kind, compassionate, loving. “What’s better now is that I get to tell you whenever I want and need to.”

“And here I was crying over you denying what you said when you were drunk,” you say, turning away from him, the memory of that devastating time making you grimace.

Johnny laughs and it vibrates through his chest as he throws his head back. “It’s not funny,” you sulk. “That one hurt.”

“Babe, I lied to you because I thought you chose someone else over me,” Johnny points out when he settles down, catching his breath.

The hairs on your skin stand immediately at the nickname, the thought of it being directed at you making you feel all sorts of emotions inside. “Yeah and look where you assumptions brought you. If you would’ve just asked or let me finished talking—”

Johnny rests his forehead on the side of your head, “I know, I know. I’m sorry for being stubborn.” His hand leaves yours just so he can lift your legs so that it rests on top of his thighs, wanting you close as possible. You’re chuckling as you encircle your arms around his neck, resting the side of your head on his shoulder. “If it makes you feel better, I'm still as crazy about you as the first day I met you,” Johnny sighs, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Everything stills from then on, with you just taking in this moment with Johnny, so content and calm having him this close as his arms tighten themselves around your waist, his palms squeezing them every now and again. No matter how many years have passed, he was still the Johnny you remembered him to be and maybe even better now because he was here for you to hold. And he’s still as expressive as you remember him to be, always facing his emotions face front, no reluctance in confessing how he felt for you, especially with what he says next.

“I love you, y/n.”

It comes out in a low whisper, so delicate, words only for you.

Your home was finally home.

“What are you doing here?”

Your tone is questioning, eyebrow raised but there’s a bashful smile on your face when you see Johnny exit his car, his tie already loose around his neck when he reaches you by the gates of your preschool. He takes your bag from you and plants a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Picking up my girlfriend from work, what else?” Johnny replies casually and moves to open the passenger seat for you.

You’re trying so hard not to crumble, but the blush that’s creeping up on your cheeks is surely giving you away right now. So you duck your head to avoid Johnny's gaze and scurry to get into the car so that you can take a deep breath to calm yourself. It feels just like the time Johnny courted you during the earlier years of your youth.

“How was work today babe?” Johnny asks as he revs the engine of his car to life, eyes on the road after strapping your seatbelt for you and he doesn’t stop there because once you’re settled in your seat, he’s reaching for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and keeping it in place on his thigh.

You’re smiling as you train your eyes on the road ahead, afraid that if you glanced at the man who’s making your heart thump, you’d literally melt. “Okay, the usual, the kids are still as cute as ever.”

Johnny smiles and brings your palm up so that he can kiss the back of your hand. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“How about yours?” You ask, finally having the courage to look at him, even is side profile seeming too perfect in your eyes. “I thought you’d be at work all day today?”

You see Johnny shrugging his shoulders, “Might have taken an hour off to see you.”

Though it warms your heart, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “Are you even allowed to do that?”

“Probably not,” Johnny points out and glances at you for a second, “But I couldn’t help it.”

You scoff fondly, “You are something else Johnny Suh.”

Johnny chuckles and gives your hand a squeeze. “Do we need to pick up Youngho?”

You shake your head, “No, Jaehyun is dropping him off my house later.”

Johnny grins, “Great. More alone time with you.”

“You’ve used up thirty minutes of your unofficial one hour off work babe, I think it’s best you drive back as soon as you drop me off,” you point out playfully.

“Say it again.”

“You need to drive back—”

“No. Not that. What you called me.”

You blink at him before you realise when you recount your words. “B-babe?”

And then you feel the car come to a complete stop when Johnny pulls up on the side of a random road. He’s turning to you, letting go of your hand and smiling at you widely, his eyes disappearing. “I missed you calling me that,” he confesses and before you know it, he’s holding either sides of your face and leaning inwards to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, his happiness transcending from his lips to yours.

You’d almost forgotten how expressive this man was and honestly, it seemed as if Johnny was here to remind you and you really didn’t mind at all.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to arrive at your house when Johnny begins to drive again, pulling the brakes just outside the gates of your home. He doesn’t want to go and you can tell by the way he tightens his hand around yours.

“Have a good evening at work,” you say, reaching across your seat to kiss his cheek which immediately makes him smile. “Please don’t give your employees a hard time, and also please stop slacking.”

Johnny’s chuckling, “For your information, I happen to be the best boss around.”

“Who also happens to disappear from work at random times of the day to do whatever he wants,” you rebuke, teasing him by pressing your index finger to his forehead.

“Hey hey hey,” Johnny defends, “This was crucial for me. I needed to see you so that I can focus on my work later. Call it a breather if you will.”

You’re rolling your eyes again but your grinning along with him, heart warm and giddy at the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “I’m not going to argue with you anymore because you’re going to be late.”

“I don’t mind, it’s okay.”

“Oh but I do,” you say, reaching across to kiss him on the cheek again, “Thanks for coming to see me, drive safe okay?”

Johnny puckers his lips and tugs at your hand when you’re just about to lean away, keeping your in place. “Another one,” he requests, puckering his lips out even more, “Here.”

You raise a brow at him, “Were you always this clingy?”

“I have every right to be after five years, babe. Cut me some slack.”

You laugh, the sound ringing in Johnny’s ears, falling for you all over again. You comply to his wishes, letting go of his hand to cup his face in your palms and landing a kiss on his lips, allowing them to linger on his for a while longer, feeling Johnny smiles against your lips before you’re eventually pulling away.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Johnny announces when you’re unbuckling your seatbelt. “Don’t miss me too much!”

“I’m taking it that you and Johnny worked things out?”

Ten and Jaehyun’s heads snap towards you at Taeyong’s mention of Johnny’s name.

“Really?!” Ten says excitedly as you hand him a fork for the pasta that Jaehyun is scooping out of the bowl.

You give Taeyong a weird look, wondering how he came to that conclusion without any explanation from your side, “What made you say that?”

“You look really happy,” he points out and it makes Ten and Jaehyun take a closer look at you, literally moving their faces closer to yours across the table to examine you.

Ten’s eyes widen, “That is true!”

You roll your eyes and push their faces away with the base of the palm of your hands, “I look like this all the time, thank you very much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head and resumes scooping out a portion of pasta for you, “I haven’t seen you this happy since university days.”

“It looks good on you, y/n,” Taeyong adds.

“Thank God,” Ten clucks his tongue. “I don’t know how much longer I could’ve endured seeing you so miserable.”

Your mouth forms an “o” and both of your brows raise at Ten who’s begun digging in his food, “What does that even mean? I didn’t look that miserable, did I?”

Taeyong shrugs, “Ten is just being dramatic.”

Jaehyun nods, “Yeah, don’t mind him.”

When you look at Ten again, he’s set his fork down on his plate and you assume he’s trying to mimic you when he pretends to cry, sniffing as he pouts his lips. “You looked like this almost every time I saw you since Johnny got back. I’m not lying and certainly,” he narrows his eyes at Taeyong who’s setting glasses down around the table, “not being dramatic.”

Jaehyun takes a seat, a smile playing on his lips, “If it makes you feel better, Johnny was just as miserable as you. If not, maybe even more.”

“Really?”

Taeyong nods and takes a seat beside Jaehyun, “Yeah. I’ve never seen him so sad before. He basically barged in Ten’s house that night and got drunk by himself. He was saying all these things about you to us.”

“And you know, Johnny hardly cries,” Ten adds. “But he cried that night with us.”

Memories of that night flood your thoughts and that’s when you're reminded how difficult things must have been for Johnny. All this time, he’s been tending to your wounds and helping you heal while it has only occurred to you now that he might actually be needing the exact same thing from you.

The doorbell rings then and Taeyong is quick to go and get the door while you’re in the midst of coming back to reality after having zoned out for a few seconds. Johnny emerges from the hallway and he waves at the guys before he’s walking towards you and openly wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close so he could press a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Yup, they’re definitely together again,” Ten states, pointing his fork at you two.

Taeyong and Jaehyun who’ve seen the scene unfold immediately take their eyes off you two, the feeling of being around the both of you reminding them of the old times. “Yup, definitely,” Taeyong mumbles and begins to eat.

As the four of them talk over dinner with your occasional nod and laugh here and there, you can’t help but be silent for the majority of the time, your earlier thoughts nagging at you in your head because the one thing you’re forgetting and have forgotten all this time is that Johnny is really good at masking, at hiding everything he needed to. As expressive as he was with how he felt, he was also the number one contender for hiding things he didn’t want to feel and you can’t help but feel hurt at the thought of him suffering too, silently, and by himself.

Johnny notices your unusual behaviour and gives your thigh a squeeze from time to time to let you know he’s there, not let you know he notices something is off with you, and though you give him a smile, you’re sure he’s not buying your silent reassurances. So when the guys leave some time after dinner ends, Johnny’s tugging at your arm, grabbing your attention from the dishes that you’re about to wash.

“A penny for your thoughts, hm?” he says softly, a small smile adorning the corners of his lips.

Johnny hasn’t let go of your arm and so you use your free one to pull him close, landing yourself in his chest, arms rising to wrap around his body. When you rest your head against his chest, you can hear his steady heartbeat, calming you in a way nothing else can. “Johnny, you know I'm always here for you, right?”

You feel his arms wrap around you in return, gently pulling you closer into his warmth. “Where is this coming from babe?”

“Just.. we’ve always been talking about me and everything that happened when you were gone,” you begin, lifting your head off his chest to look up at him. “But we never talk about you and how things have been for you during that time... I, I want to know.”

“This is what’s been bothering you?”

You nod.

Johnny takes his eyes off you momentarily, staring into nothing to conjure up an answer to your question and when he’s ready to answer, he redirects his eyes on yours, lips pressed into a thin line. “There isn’t much to tell you if I’m honest. Besides what I've written in that letter.. really nothing much else. All I remember is every day consisting of me missing you, of not really having any energy to do anything because nothing felt right at that point even when it was everything I wanted.. Just, it was hard, I guess?” Johnny pauses, thinking back to all the times he’s spent by himself sleeping off everything that weighed him down. “It was hard since I never really had anyone to talk to and I think I was coming from a position where I didn’t really want to leave in the first place. I guess I just never really came to terms with missing home in those five years.”

You sigh, imagining how difficult all those times must have been. You want him to talk more, to tell you more, possibly every little and big thing that happened in your absence. But you knew better because Johnny almost never talked about anything that upset him.

“And the only reason why I keep asking about you is because I’m sure you’ve had a tougher time raising our son on your own,” Johnny continues, his eyes warm and gentle. “I keep asking about you because I want to know how I can make up for it now.”

You can’t help but smile, Johnny’s ability to always put you first making you feel all sorts of love. “It’s different though, I had Youngho that made everything a little easier. Raising him has been nothing but a blessing. At least for me, I had him. With you...”

“Hey hey hey, stop that,” Johnny interrupts, leaning inwards to press his forehead against yours, eyes tender and lips curled upwards. “It doesn’t matter anymore okay? What matters now is that you and I are here, together, with Youngho. We have the rest of our lives to make up for everything we missed in those five years, okay?”

You nod slightly, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck, “Promise me one thing?”

“What is it, love?”

“Promise me you’d talk your heart out more to me.”

Johnny chuckles, “Geez, if I did, you’d be sick of hearing my cheesiness very quick.”

“Babe, I mean it.”

Johnny smiles and it make you smile too.

“I promise.”

Johnny places a soft kiss on your forehead and you close your eyes instantly to relish it all in, feeling a little too overwhelmed when you realise he really is finally here. You stay comfortable in your position, in his arms where you feel the safest, in the stillness and quietness of your house, just the two of you in the silence of your thoughts and the in the peace of your hearts. You feel Johnny squeeze you in his arms and your heart warms for a hundredth time for all the right reasons.

“Hey y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Come live with me.”

You should’ve known from the moment you opened your eyes first thing in the morning today when Johnny peppered your face with more kisses than usual, when he literally carried you off the bed and into the bathroom just so you could get ready for the day, when he literally could not stop grinning at you like some weirdo until the very moment he dropped you off at work, that he was up to something. With his hands covering both your eyes, body pressed gently behind you to lead you into the right directions, you’re beginning to grow impatient because even though you knew he was keeping something from you, he wouldn't budge and tell you what it was.

“Johnny— I swear, what is happening?”

“Shh, just trust me birthday girl.”

You huff and it makes Johnny chuckle behind you, your hands wrapped around his wrists for support. “I feel like I'm going to trip and fall on my face. Could you please just let me see where I'm going?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Johnny asks rhetorically. “And besides, don’t you trust me?”

You don’t bother to answer him, just letting him lead you further for another two minutes before you feel him come to a stop behind you. You exhale a breath, somehow your heart picking up its pace because from what you can remember, Johnny always loved to surprise you and with every single one that came after the previous, he had always outdone himself in ways you never thought he would. A small part inside of you is anticipating and the bigger part is excited, despite your actions showing otherwise.

“Okay babe, keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, okay?”

“Alright.”

You feel Johnny’s hands leave your eyes and you hear him scurry away from you, his steps echoing towards somewhere in front of you.

“Okay, open them!”

And you finally do.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!”

In front of you are the people you love the most, with party hats on their heads and streamers flying in all directions. You’re smiling as you scan the whole room, your eyes falling on Youngho first who’s in Johnny’s arms, Taeyong, Ten and Jaehyun in another corner and Mr and Mrs Suh in front of the small crowd, smiling at you fondly. The entire kitchen and dining area is decorated with banners and balloons, all catered to your liking with food spread out generously on the dining table and the kitchen counter. Everyone’s grinning at you and you’re not really sure what to say because out of all the possible things Johnny could have prepared for your special day, you certainly did not expect this.

“Oh my god, you guys!” you manage to croak out, your eyes brimming with tears with how overwhelmed you are because in this room, was everyone you loved so dearly.

From the corner of your eye, you see Johnny set Youngho down from his arms and making his way over to you. When he reaches you, you’re already bent down to meet him at eye level.

“Happy birthday mommy,” he greets with a toothy smile, proceeding to put a hat on your head.

“Thank you so much baby,” you murmur when he’s reaching for your face to give you a kiss. “Did you plan this with daddy?”

Youngho nods shyly and you shoot Johnny a glance behind him only to be met with a dreamy smile. It isn’t long before everyone’s digging in for food, the boys hugging you one by one to congratulate you on another year of existence, along with Mr and Mrs Suh who greet you nonstop and pulling you aside to talk about anything and everything, ecstatic at the news of you and Johnny getting back together.

“I’m so happy for the both of you!” Mrs Suh exclaims, pulling you in for what feels like a sixth hug. “This has been everything Johnny’s ever wanted, and really, all we’ve ever wanted!”

Mr Suh chuckles and taps his wife by the shoulder, “You can let her go now, she has other guests to entertain.”

Mrs Suh releases you immediately, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry honey, I got carried away! I’m just so happy.”

You smile in return, taking a moment to spot Johnny in the room behind you before directing your attention back to his parents, “I’m just as happy as you are. I really am.”

And you really meant it.

“How does it feel to be a year older?” Ten asks by the counter, munching on some barbecue.

“I feel the same?” you point out with a shrug of your shoulders. “I don’t feel much different!”

“Hey y/n,” Jaehyun butts in, a plate full of food in his palm, “Remember that time you asked me about dating someone so Youngho could have a playmate?”

Taeyong finds himself beside you, picking up a piece of watermelon with his fork, “Well now you have someone to make Youngho’s playmate with!”

Ten and Jaehyun are wiggling their eyebrows at you from across the counter while Taeyong jabs at your side with his finger. “Will we be expecting a baby number two before this years ends?” Ten teases further, a knowing look on his face.

“You guys,” you roll your eyes but smile anyway. “The answer is no.”

Out of the three, Ten is the quickest to glare, “Oh come on! Johnny is here! What are you waiting for?”

“Johnny is indeed here,” Johnny pipes up beside Ten who happens to be nearby to hear his name being mentioned. He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow, “What’s happening?”

Jaehyun smirks at you and you glare at him in warning. “Y/n over here wants a playmate for Young—”

Jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence when you launch a balled up piece of tissue his way, hitting him square in his pretty face. But it didn’t seem to matter because Johnny appears to have caught on, a mischievous glint now coating his eyes.

“Is this an invitation, babe?” Johnny teases, raising his brows up and down at you.

You sigh and roll your eyes, “You boys are unbelievable.”

Some time in the evening, when all the guests have left, including Youngho who insists on staying with is grandparents for the night, you head upstairs to wash up and take a long shower after much convincing from Johnny who insists he’s okay with finishing up the cleaning. But as soon as you finish with your nightly routine, Johnny is calling you from downstairs.

“I told you I should’ve stayed and helped—”

Your eyes widen at what your eyes come across as soon as you enter the kitchen. The lights have been dimmed and in the centre of the room, is a table for two people, clad in red velvet cloth and candles, plates for two on opposite sides and wine glasses to accompany each one, music playing quietly in the background. There’s rose petals scattered around where the table is situated and then your eyes catch him, Johnny, standing right beside the table, a single red rose in his hand, smiling at you gently.

“Happy birthday my love,” he says before he’s walking over to you and handing you the rose in exchange for your hand so that he can lead you to your seat.

Johnny has definitely outdone himself again tonight.

“Another surprise?” you say weakly, another wave of emotions gushing at you. “I’m not quite dressed for the event,” you chuckle and look down at Johnny’s white t-shirt that you grabbed out of nowhere earlier paired with shorts.

Johnny chuckles and pulls out your chair for you to sit, pushing it back in slightly when you do, “Not to worry. You always look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

When you take a closer look, you realise Johnny’s served his famous steak and you watch as he takes his own seat, proceeding to pour red wine for the both of you. When he finishes, you raise your glasses up, sharing a toast in celebration of another year of your life. You fall into mindless conversations about the day as you both eat, asking him about everything that went on behind the scenes for today to happen and as he speaks, you realise just how much this man must really love you for him to go through such lengths to make you feel extra loved on a day you never really celebrated anymore.

From across the table and beyond the candles, Johnny gives you a knowing look that suggests something you didn’t think you’d be doing tonight when your favourite song plays distantly in the background. You watch him carefully with an incredulous smile as he rises from his seat in a prince-like manner. He reaches your seat then and offers a hand.

“May i please have the pleasure of being your first dance tonight?” he asks politely, body slightly bowing towards you. You laugh involuntarily and raise a brow playfully, “come on babe, for old time’s sake.”

The shining of his eyes encourage you to accept his request and you do so by placing your hand in his outstretched one. “Certainly, Mr Suh.”

Johnny finds both of his hands on either side of your waist while yours sit comfortably on his chest. You both sway side to side and waves of nostalgia come flooding back to you, remembering the last time you had the opportunity to spontaneously dance with him like this was in the confinement of your cozy home was five years ago.

“I really missed this,” Johnny says, bringing you back to reality while staring down at you. You look up to meet his eyes and the familiar sense of longing for the very first person you’ve ever loved comes back.

“I did too,” you whisper faintly. A smile grazes his lips, gently squeezing at you by the hips. “Johnny is it okay if I—“

“Always love, you don’t even have to ask,” he cuts you off. You lean your head on Johnny’s chest, a habit you always showed back then when you found yourself swaying with him to songs you both loved. The familiarity of the situation and how it feels to be this close to him makes you silently wish time would stand still, at least just for tonight.

Johnny pulls a palm higher up your back and begins to rub it in a soothing manner, both of you soaking it all in. He presses a kiss on your temple and you can’t help but notice a subtle change in the pace of his heartbeat as it picks up its pace, a complete contrast to how calm he is on the outside.

But then you understand why.

“Hey y/n.”

And then you start to feel your heartbeat pick up too because if anything, when Johnny began with those two words along with his gentle voice, it always seemed to change your life forever afterwards.

“Mhm?”

“Marry me.”

You immediately lift your head off his chest, your eyes widening up at him, fearing you might have heard wrong. But you know you didn’t because he’s staring down at you with eyes full of... love.

“Johnny—”

“I don’t have a ring yet.. but the moment felt too right for me not to ask you,” Johnny explains, a nervous smile now appearing on his lips. “But I have been meaning to ask you, for the longest time now, it’s just I never knew when but tonight—”

“Yes.”

Johnny’s eyes widen this time. “W-what?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes I’ll marry you.”

Johnny’s eyes soften as yours brim with tears. “Really?”

You nod as he smiles, “Yes really.”

Johnny’s hands leave your body, palms now caressing your face, his touch warm and gentle and his lips on yours even more gentler. Johnny held you like you were the most delicate thing he’s ever touched and at that moment, for the first time you knew, he was the only man you’d ever want to spend the rest of your life with.

Lacuna. A missing or blank piece.

All this time, Johnny had been yours.

And this time, he was here to fill all of it.

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↬ title: There is a glorious sunrise, dappled with the flickers of light. ↬ CHAP. 1 | CHAP. 2 | ↬ pairings: jung jaehyun x kim doyoung ; jung jaehyun x dong sicheng ; lee taeyong x kim doyoung | side suh johnny x lee ten ↬ summary: After seven years in heaven with Doyoung, an unexpected divorce shakes Jaehyun’s life upside down and it seems impossible for him to move on. But Jaehyun finds out that past the curses and cries, there is happiness and forgiveness. ↬ genre: Divorce | Post-divorce | Mild hurt/comfort | Strangers to FWB to lovers | Getting together | Single parent | Adopted children | Angst with an happy ending | Family feels | Family fluff | Aged-up characters ↬ warnings: References to past domestic abuse but it’s not described. Also, Little Renjun (and Yerim) just because I didn’t want to create a whole new oc, hope it’s not much of a problem lmao. ↬ words count: 8.8k ↬ ao3 link

Chapter two: There’ll be happiness after you

“Shit!” Sicheng muttered under his breath standing up from the mattress with his back. His eyes looked around the room swiftly, trying to catch a glimpse of his phone. Nowhere to be found. He got out of the covers, trying to be as silent as possible, and started to wear his clothes that were messily discarded on the floor the night before.

“Why do you always have to sneak out like a thief?” Sicheng stilled on the spot, one leg up in the air trying to enter in the pants and his front facing the door. Fuck, Jaehyun was awake. And he didn’t need to turn around to know how he was looking at him, not after three months this shit was going on, and his heart started to sink every time he had to say goodbye. Jaehyun’s gaze was burning on his back. He was sitting on the bed, with his hands laying on his lap, covered by the white sheets of his bed, his hair still ruffled, his eyes sleepy and his lips puffed. Sicheng hated that sight because every day was getting harder to leave.

Not looking for anything, my ass. He hissed inside his head. Cursing the night he let himself get caught in all of this.

“I’m late.” He mumbled, regaining his composure and grabbing his shirt that was laying on the armchair at the corner of the room.

“It’s Saturday. Late for what?” Jaehyun asked, annoyance in his tone, as he let his body collapse on the bed again. And Sicheng didn’t dare to turn around, knowing damn well how easy it would’ve been for him to lure him to stay a little bit more.

“Didn’t know people had no plans on Saturday.” He tried to joke about it and finally turned around. Just because he was fully clothed and there was no way he could go back in bed.

Jaehyun huffed, his arm coming to rest on his eyes. “Can I come with you?”

“No!” Sicheng almost choked himself. His eyes widening and looking all around the room. Where the hell was his phone?

Jaehyun got startled, not expecting this kind of reaction.

“I’m just late for something I need to do, okay? I really can’t stay. It was great, though. See you.” Sicheng mumbled, without catching his breath once. Then he disappeared out of the room, praying that his phone was in the kitchen or somewhere downstairs.

A curse slipped out of Jaehyun’s lips as he rolled around the bed, his face pressed against the pillow where Sicheng slept all night.

Maybe things started to get messed up in his life once again. And maybe, this time, it was totally his fault.

He didn’t understand why Sicheng acted like this every time he stayed over. Or better, he didn’t understand why all of a sudden he started to care.

He wasn’t looking for anything, right? But Sicheng was just so fun to stay with, he was kind, yet he had sharp humour and knew how to speak his mind. Oh, and the way he used to throw his head back when laughing, such a deep yet silly sound. Or how his eyes would light up when he talked about dancing.

Jaehyun growled in the pillow. He wasn’t supposed to think about all of that. He wasn’t supposed to find him so damn cute. That was not what he was looking for when he called him on the phone, one night of three months ago, to ask for a quick fuck that could distract him from his toughs.

“A little bit too shy now for somebody who just booty called me,” Sicheng teased raising an eyebrow. His hands wandering on Jaehyun’s back trying to lift his shirt and get rid of it as soon as possible.

Jaehyun mumbled something that made no sense and leaned closer to kiss him. “I– Listen it’s been quite some time, okay?” He reminded him. “Also, Doyoung has been basically –”

Sicheng shut him with a kiss, his hands running in his hair and pulling him even closer.

“As much as I love it when you talk shit I would very much like for you to shut up, now. Especially if you have to bring him up when you clearly called me to forget about him.” He said. His deep voice firm but not stern, but the thing that made a shiver run down Jaehyun’s spine was the look of his eyes, they were so intense and Jaehyun felt so naked in front of him he couldn’t help but blush.

“I just thought that –”

“Shh,” Jaehyun had no chance to finish once again, Sicheng’s finger coming on top of his red plump lips, “Can you just relax for one night? Let me take care of you.”

And Jaehyun did. He let go. The only problem was that they both didn’t pay much attention to the ‘one night’ part. Because the nights became two, and three and then so many that they had lost track. And then they also stopped just being ‘nights’.

Jaehyun had no idea if it was because, apparently both of them, Sicheng didn’t really open up much about his break up, had spent their wildest years settled with one person and now they were feeling the rush of a random fling. Or if that was simply what they needed. Whatever it was, they couldn’t stop, but they had no idea where all of this was about to go.

Jaehyun decided to get up from the bed. Deciding that moping in his toughs didn’t help. And it seemed hilarious to him how he was just stopping dwelling on is ex-husband that somebody else had started to screw him over.

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“You can’t go on this way,” Johnny said, stirring the coffee in his cup.

“Not you telling me to stop all of this when you were the one throwing me in his arms.” Jaehyun lamented, reminding Johnny that he was stressing him just a few months ago to open up and meet new people.

“I told you to have fun, not to get caught up emotionally.” Johnny retorted.

“I’m not. You think I like him that way?” Jaehyun laughed.

Johnny raised an eyebrow and gave him a bad look. Maybe it wasn’t love, yet, but Jaehyun was growing affectionate to him. Johnny could see it. He knew exactly how Jaehyun started to act when he started to like somebody.

“It’s just sex and friendship. We are good friends, what’s wrong with it?”

“Then why are you mad if he leaves?” Johnny highlighted teasing him.

“I just hate the way he acts sometimes. He’s keeping secrets and for what I know he could be a serial killer, John. And he would also be good at it.” Jaehyun started to mumble, his hands moving frenetically. Sicheng was so damn mysterious, and usually, Jaehyun was pretty good at reading people, but with him, it was impossible to take a small peek inside.

His friend rolled his eyes and then sighed. “You need to relax.”

“But how?” The younger squealed.

“Why don’t you talk to him?” Johnny said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it was, just not for Jaehyun.

Jaehyun laughed but then turned serious as soon as he saw Johnny’s face looking at him with a severe expression.

“What if I lose him?” He whispered, his voice suddenly filling with a bit of sadness.

“What if you find out you’re just paranoid and you stop torturing yourself?” Johnny proposed him, showing him the other side of the medal, where everything could go right and he would find inner peace after finding out that Sicheng wasn’t hiding anything big from him.

Jaehyun sighed. “But it’s not my place to ask. If he doesn’t want to tell me I can’t force him. I don’t want to scare him away.”

Johnny sighed. When Jaehyun didn’t want to listen there was really nothing he could do. “Just because it happened once it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen twice.” Johnny didn’t say much, but Jaehyun knew what he was talking about. Jaehyun always feared being left, but after the divorce things got worse, to the point that he also started to question his friendships and how easily replaceable he was. Doyoung was still an open wound that seemed to have no intention to heal. He didn’t miss him like that anymore. Now Jaehyun could openly see the situation for what it was. After giving him all the best he had, there was nothing else. The only thing he could give to Doyoung was the green light of forgiveness. He couldn’t be mad at him for having finally found his happiness. He knew Taeyong was giving everything he wasn’t able to give him. He had stopped being the petty him, he had let sorrow and regret behind. But he was dealing with the aftermath of everything. And healing wasn’t easy and fast as everybody wanted to believe. Blooming was painful and long.

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“Why are you always in a hurry, Cheng?” Jaehyun lamented, his arms wrapping around Sicheng’s torso to keep him flushed against him.

“I simply have to go.” The Chinese man answered, trying to get away from Jaehyun’s grip. He didn’t want to, to be honest. It was nice to stay there, in the warmth of his bed and body, and let himself lose in Jaehyun’ scent. But he had to.

“Yeah, but why? Why are you so mysterious. Are you hiding bodies in your freezer?”

Sicheng chuckled, letting his head fall back and rest on Jaehyun’s chest. His eyes looked at the clock, 3 p.m. Maybe he could let himself stay a little bit more.

“Fine, but just thirty minutes more.” He said, turning his head a little to leave a peak on his lips. Jaehyun smiled in the kiss and nodded.

“You can’t dodge the question, though.”

Sicheng’s body stiffed for a split second. Maybe dodging no, but lying definitely. He hated keeping it a secret to him but he was just terrified he would leave, just like she did, and he didn’t want that to happen again. Or worst, get mad like he used to. He knew he couldn’t keep it from him forever, and he knew that it would’ve hurt like hell when Jaehyun would’ve slipped out of his life, but right now he didn’t want to think about it. Because for how messy the whole thing it was, Jaehyun made him feel good. Not only in a sexual way. He loved being with him, for what he could. He felt comfortable with him. They had so many passions in common, he would never laugh at him or at something that made him happy. Jaehyun was so fucking supportive that it felt like a fever dream to Sicheng. He wasn’t used to all of this. Always getting caught in toxic relationships where he would always take too much space and time. And it was absurd to him how he felt more loved in this mess, that was just a strange friendship stained with sex, than he felt in any other relationship he ever had.

“I babysit a four years old baby, and his parents are never home, basically.” He lied, his heart aching. A part of him felt he could trust Jaehyun with the truth, but what if underneath he was like anybody else? Nice on the surface and pure evil once he let them in. He felt that Jaehyun didn’t deserve all these lies, but he had to protect himself and him.

“You babysit?” Jaehyun asked in shock.

“Yeah, why?” Sicheng tried to stop his voice from shaking, looking at Jaehyun’s face to read him.

“First of all, I thought you worked at the dance studio. And second, I don’t know, never pictured you with a baby.” Jaehyun said, a little bit confused.

“I have two jobs, but I’m focusing more on the babysitting. Might also quit the dance, to be honest.” The man mumbled, his eyes once again looking away.

“Why? I thought that was your dream?”

“Well, we can’t always have what we dream of.” Sicheng sighed, maybe he should’ve run out of the bed right now and avoid any more questions.

“And the baby?” Jaehyun furrowed. He thought that teaching paid him enough to live only of that. Wasn’t it a more stable workplace compared to babysitting? Babies grow.

“What?”

“Why you chose to babysit?”

“Oh, it just happened.” He invented at the spot. But the insecurity in his voice didn’t reach Jaehyun that seemed to be busy daydreaming about something else.

“Why are you smiling so big?” Sicheng asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Jaehyun shrugged. “Imagining you with a child.”

“I’m good with babies.” Sicheng defended.

“Never said you weren’t. You would make a great father I guess.” Sicheng heart stopped for a moment, what was he implying?

“He’s not mine.” He spat out immediately.

“I know. Just saying, for the future, you know.” The Korean turned his face back on him and flashed him a warm smile.

“You would like to have babies?” Sicheng asked. “I mean, just asking.” He added soon after to make sure he wasn’t implying that they would be with him.

Jaehyun’s smile dropped. “Yeah, always wanted at least one. Doyoung and I actually had started the practice to adopt but things went wrong for bureaucratic problems and we had to give up.”

“Oh,” Sicheng said. He had no idea about that. Jaehyun never talked about that before, he always thought children never crossed their minds.

“Guess it’s better like this seeing how we ended.” He tried to see the half-full glass. He could still remember how he had cried for months when things went wrong and he had to give up the thought of them with a baby.

Sicheng nodded, and then looked at the clock again. He almost had to leave, but one last question haunted him.

“Do you want to get married again?” Sicheng asked, having no idea why. If he said yes it would mean there was no place for him in his life. They were nothing serious.

“I don’t want to make plans for my life anymore, to be honest. I’ll just follow the flown wherever it leads me.” Sicheng didn’t know if he had to be happy about it or not. But he should’ve because the flown had lead Jaehyun to him and he was more than happy with that.

“I have to go, now. Text me.” Sicheng said getting up from the bed, for the first time without Jaehyun begging for him to stay. Now that he knew the truth he could finally relax.

But the problem was that it wasn’t the truth at all.

“Who are you?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows narrowed when he arrived in front of Sicheng house and he didn’t find him when the door opened. A shiver run down his spine when the door opened and he didn’t see anybody. Then his eyes lowered and he found a child looking at him intensely. Was that Sicheng’s mini version? Because that was the same look he would give him every time he was mad.

“Umh, I’m looking for Sicheng, actually. He told me he wasn’t working on Saturday.” Jaehyun tried to explain, trying to sound as calm as possible but it wasn’t easy because the little boy was scaring him. Why was he there if Sicheng wasn’t supposed to be working?

The boy looked up and down at him and then talked again. “I don’t know you, and dada says not to let strangers at home.”

“Oh, no. I’m Sicheng’s friend. I passed because I tough he was free. Are your parents busy?”

An interrogative expression painted on the boy’s face, and then he took some steps back, closing the door a little bit. “Dada is in the shower, can’t come right now.”

“Sicheng?” Jaehyun asked, trying to get who he was talking about.

The boy nodded. And Jaehyun wondered how absent his parents must be if he called Sicheng dad, he knew that it could happen often to babysitters when they looked after young children but he always found that kind of sad. And wasn’t he supposed to look after him? Why would he leave somebody else baby alone?

“Can I come in? It’s quite hot outside, I just want to say hi.”

“No strangers.” The boy said. Damn, he was headstrong. But at least he had been educated well. Better like this than running away with strangers.

“If I let you see a picture of me and Sicheng will you let me in?” Jaehyun asked, kneeling at his level.

The brown-haired boy nodded, holding the teddy bear closer to his chest.

“Come in.” He said and moved to the side once the man showed him a picture of them hugging.

“Thanks. Actually, I have brought sweets, do you want some?” Jaehyun asked, making his way in the house and showing the young boy the package full of pastries.

The boy’s eyes lit up and he ran toward the small table that was placed in the living room. Sicheng’s house was considerably smaller than his, but it was normal considering he was the only one living there. Yet, this was the first time he came over during the day and he could notice things he never noticed before. Like the thousands of toys that were splattered all around the living room. And when he posed the pastries in front of the child on the table, his eyes fell on the framed pictures on the fireplace.

No, it couldn’t be.

He turned around, studying the baby better. He was busy picking all the pastries that had chocolate inside. He was wearing red shorts and a white tank top with Tom & Jerry printed on top. His legs swinging in the air and a familiar smile painted his small face. He focused on his face, his eyes, his little nose, his lips…

There was no way he could be –

“What are you doing here?” Sicheng exclaimed. He was wearing a loose white shirt and black shorts. His hair still wet from the shower.

“He told me he’s your friend and he brought the pastries, so I let him in.” The boy said before Jaehyun could say anything.

“Renjun!” Sicheng exclaimed, his Chinese accent coming out completely. “How many times I told you not to let people you don’t know inside?”

“But he showed me a picture of you together!”

“In his defence, he kept me five minutes outside to see if I really knew you,” Jaehyun said.

“Fine. What are you doing here? We didn’t say to hang out.”

“You told me you weren’t working so I thought –“

“I’m working, didn’t told you plans changed.”

“But dad, you’re not working,” Renjun said, with his mouth stuffed with food, looking angrily at Sicheng.

Sicheng closed his eyes and his fist. And that’s why you don’t have conversations between adults in front of children.

“So it’s true…” Jaehyun whispered, a hand coming to cover the stupor on his face.

“Jaehyun, please, not here.” The other man begged, voice breaking in his throat.

“Renjun, to your room now, take the sweets with you, just for this time.”

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“Why you didn’t tell me?” Jaehyun said as soon as Sicheng pushed him inside the small kitchen and closed the door behind them, to make extra sure that Renjun couldn’t hear anything. Jaehyun was angry, thank God he wasn’t screaming at him but Sicheng could hear how hurt he was from the whole thing. But he couldn’t force himself to look up at the man in front of him. He didn’t want to see his eyes filled with disappointment.

“Sicheng, why would you hide something so big from me?” He asked again, raising his voice a little. “What idea of me you had in mind to cut out such a big part of your life?”

The Chinese man flinched, raising his hand in the air to protect himself for something that didn’t come.

“Because I didn’t want this!” He yelled, his arms coming to close around his chest and trying to hide even more in the corner of the room.

Jaehyun stilled at his reaction. Why was he acting like that?

“Sicheng,” He called him, his voice back at being low and kind. He was still let down that Sicheng would hide something like this to him, but there was definitely something wrong and more tragic behind. “Can we please sit and talk like grownups?”

But Sicheng didn’t move or talk, and soon he let himself burst in tears, and kneel to the floor. Jaehyun run to him and pulled him closer to his chest. And Sicheng wanted to pull away, not used to that. Not happy of letting him see him like this, but what was the point now? Jaehyun would’ve left anyway now that he had found out. He was mad at him like everybody else. He was useless, pathetic and nobody wanted to stick to his side. The only thing he was good at, making people run away. So he could take the good of the situation and let himself lull by Jaehyun, just before he would snap out of the pity and take it on him and then leave him forever.

But the first words that came out of the other’s mouth, weren’t the ones Sicheng expected to hear. “I’m sorry that I scared you.”

Sicheng looked up, his eyes red and wet, and sniffled. Why was he apologizing?

“We can talk if you want, but if you don’t I’ll leave, didn’t want to –”

“No!” Sicheng exclaimed. “Please don’t leave me.” He added, the hold on Jaehyun’s shirt getting incredibly tight. And he could still hear his voice calling him pathetic but he couldn’t care, that was just a nonexistent voice in his head. He needed Jaehyun.

“I’ll stay. Can we seat there?” He pointed at the chair around the table and Sicheng nodded.

“Can I, can I sit on your lap?” He mumbled, red in the face. It was such a childish request but he needed to feel that Jaehyun was there, he couldn’t even care how hot it was. But Jaehyun didn’t laugh at him, he simply sat down and pulled him on top of him.

They didn’t say a word for some minutes. Jaehyun didn’t want to force him to talk, and anyway, he had no idea what to ask him. The pieces of the puzzles were so messed up that he had no idea where to start to put them together.

“Renjun is mine, as you may have guessed.” Sicheng started to say, a small chuckle rolling out of his lips and his hands nervously playing with each other. Jaehyun grabbed them and intertwined them with his to stop him from torturing his cuticle and then let his chin rest against Sicheng’s shoulder, carefully listening to him.

“His mother left right after his birth. We were twenty-two, dating since we were eighteen when I went to the dance academy in French. One day I woke up, and all there was left of her, and us, was Renjun in his cradle and a letter marked with tears, and thousands of words to tell me that she had met someone else and didn’t want to be a mother anymore. We wanted him, we wanted Renjun with all of ourselves, and after three months she left.” Jaehyun’s heart sunk. He could’ve imagined that something happened to the other part, but he wasn’t expecting this.

“I had no idea how to deal with all of that. I never saw it coming, I was so sure that we had finally found our happiness, that finally my life was coming together and all of a sudden everything I believed in wasn’t there anymore. I felt so stupid, so dumb because I couldn’t see the signs. And till these days I still don’t know what happened, where we went wrong, if I could’ve done something, anything to save us.” A bitter smile crept on Jaehyun’s face because he knew that feeling. And he wondered how can you move on from something like that, when it had already been hard, and still was, for him, and it was a divorce. Not a baby that you looked for that suddenly became a burden, a mistake. Jaehyun hadn’t been cheated on and left with a kid.

“So I completely focused on Renjun. First, because I had to, and I had no intention of making him feel less loved or less wanted. And second, because I didn’t want to face my broken heart. I went on like this till Renjun was two. Then I met a man at a dinner party. I went there because I was working as an assistant in a corporation, and I made the biggest mistake of my life. He was thirty-six year old, fifteen years older than me. He had his life together, an amazing house, three cars, and everybody pending from his lips. We started talking casually but I found myself caught up in him faster than expected. And I was so stupid that I thought he was as into me as I was into him. But there was nothing good in what we had. I was just one of his thousands of sex toys, and I would let him do everything he wanted with me. As long as I could feel wanted even for just ten minutes against a wall or his desk, for me it was okay.” A silent sob got stuck in his throat. He hated thinking about the past, especially that part of his life. He hated that he craved love so much that even the most toxic kind seemed okay to him.

“After six months like this, I decided to cut things off. I couldn’t bring myself to do it anymore, and I wanted to focus on me and Renjun. But I was stupid and broken, I had no time to heal from her that somebody else had hurt me again. I was battered and bruised and I fell in the rabbit hole like a fool when he came back promising me to be the only one and that he loved me and wanted something serious.” Sicheng sniffled and moved in discomfort on top of Jaehyun. The other pulling him closer to him to reassure him everything was fine.

“We started to date,” He laughed bitterly. “But I had Renjun. I was a father before anything else, and he didn’t like it. I couldn’t always be where he wanted me to be. And a part of me was always thinking about Renjun even when I was out, I was just terrified something could happen to him, I didn’t want to lose him too. So I decided to open up to him and he seemed so understanding that I fell in his trap, even more, day after day getting deeper. He suggested living with him after three months. Like that, we could’ve spent more time together, I could’ve worked less and spent more time with Renjun, and finally move on from her completely by moving out of our old house. And to me, it looked like magic, but I had no idea of the nightmare that was waiting for me headed. Soon I stopped seeing the daylight, it had happened when Renjun caught a very bad disease and I had to look after him for a month, I was supposed to go back to work after that but he convinced me to stay home. Just to be sure that Renjun was fine and I could take a break from the stressful things that had happened. Pft, just an excuse to keep quiet while he would go around fucking anybody he met and also known that coming home he would’ve found a hot meal, fresh sheets and somebody else to fuck.”

Jaehyun shivered at his words. He wasn’t so sure he wanted to listen to the rest, but at the same time, he wanted to be a shoulder for Sicheng to lean on. That wasn’t what he had planned when he decided to surprise him that day. That wasn’t something he expected from Sicheng at all, because after all this pain he became so good at hiding emotions that nothing exuded from him. And now Jaehyun could see why he was cold sometimes when every time he let himself grow closer he would take five steps back right after.

“But once again, I didn’t see it coming. I was so in love with him that everything seemed shiny. He was much older than me and I believed I had so much to learn from him. I would sit and listen to all of the bullshits coming out of his mouth as if they were golden.” Another bitter laugh left his lips. “I treated him like a fucking king. Worshipping his ground like a fool. Every day waiting by the door to greet him home like a hero. My hero, because he saved me, he gave me a roof on the head, he paid for the food, for the water, my clothes, and any other thing he would buy even if I didn’t ask. Because he was doing so much for me and I had to be thankful, happy and quiet.”

“Then I started to suspect he was cheating on me, but every time I tried to bring the topic up he would gaslight me and I always let go, thinking that it was all in my head. And from then it started to go worst for me. I wanted to be wanted, so bad, Jae, so bad that I would’ve done anything as long as he would’ve kept looking at me and only me.” This time a loud sob escaped from his lips and he had to stop to regain his composure. He had to move and finish the story, it was starting to hurt and Renjun was alone in his room way too long for his liking.

“But I wish it would’ve stopped there. After six months his company started to flop, and he had to take it on somebody, and he knew that the only one who wouldn’t have dared to say something around was me. I don’t really want to talk about it, but things got worse and physical pretty soon.” Sicheng wanted to erase it from his mind so bad, but he couldn’t, and talking about it only hurt more. It meant going back there, with his hands on his body, his eyes black, his lips bulging and no mercy at his screams and cries. He knew he needed to go to therapy or else that wounds would never heal, but it was too expensive for him, a single father who was already struggling to arrive at the end of the month already like this.

“That’s why I flinched when you raised your voice before. When I was dating him one wrong step meant a yell from him followed by a slap, that when he was in a good mood and decided to stop there.” Jaehyun didn’t say a thing, he simply started to caress the back of Sicheng’s hand with his thumb to reassure him that with him nothing like that would’ve ever happened. But deep down he knew that wasn’t enough. Sicheng needed help, serious help. But right now, that was the only thing he had to offer, his support.

Sicheng sniffled, his hands tightening around Jaehyun’s. “It went on for almost two years, and if it wasn’t for Renjun probably I would still be there. I couldn’t stand seeing Renjun living in that toxic environment. Renjun started to be defensive with everybody, at the kindergarten he wouldn’t talk with anybody. He would ask me why I had bruises all over my body and I didn’t know how to lie anymore. He also started to have nightmares at night but he wanted me at his side and I had to put my baby second.” Sicheng paused another time, taking a deep breath.

“Do you want some water?” Jaehyun asked; the first words he spoke since they started this conversation. But the Chinese man shook his head. He didn’t want to get up and stop feeling the warmth of his body.

“I had no worth in his life and it was time for me to break free and leave him in ruins. He wasn’t expecting for me to stand up, to take the dagger he had jabbed in me and remove it. And neither was I. I had no money, no job, nowhere to go. But I did it, I was tired of begging for a place that wasn’t meant for me, I knew that both Renjun and I deserved better. To be celebrated, not tolerated. I wanted to call Ten and ask for help but I was so embarrassed by myself that I decided to test my luck completely. So I moved here without saying a word. Slept in hotels and sent jobs applications. And luckily enough I got accepted at the dance studio to teach. I have to look after him so the pay is not much for the few lessons I do, but it’s enough to pay the rent, the bills, food and clothes. I didn’t come here for Christmas, I had to lie to Ten because I didn’t want him to pity me.” Sicheng admitted.

“Wait, nobody knows about all of this?” Jaehyun asked when the realization hit him. Sicheng did all of that by himself, with nobody by his side.

“Nobody but you,” Sicheng confirmed, smiling shyly with his head low.

Silence filled the room after that, but it wasn’t awkward. Sicheng wasn’t in the mood to tell him how hard it had been to come all over another country and start from zero. With the fear he would come to look for them. He had no reason to do that, but Sicheng still lived in fear. That was one of the reasons why he insisted that Renjun wouldn’t trust strangers. He couldn’t care about Renjun, he never did, he wasn’t his. But he knew how much Renjun meant for him, and if he wanted to hurt him, the baby was his Achilles’ heels.

“Let me check on Injunnie,” Sicheng said getting up. He was still shaking, but he passed his hand on his face to wipe away the tears, ruffled his hair and then walked out the door. And Jaehyun watched him, wondering how many times he had to do it to appear okay in front of his son’s eyes when he clearly wasn’t.

But after all of this? What was his role in this story? Was Sicheng going to give him a chance or was that the way to let him know he was out of his life? Because Jaehyun didn’t want that, he wanted to stay. Which seemed absurd considering four months before he wasn’t looking for anything serious and now he was getting himself in something that not only was serious but also extremely complicated. And what if Renjun didn’t like him? What if he wasn’t what he wanted and needed? Was he good enough to be a father?

“Jae,” Sicheng called him, making him come back down from his thoughts. “He fell asleep.” He said, and for the first time that day he saw Sicheng smile also with his eyes, the one Renjun inherited from him. And Jaehyun felt at home. A little bit messed up, with broken windows and lots of things to fix, but at home.

“So, what are we making for dinner?” Jaehyun asked standing up and walking towards Sicheng.

The man stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “You want to stay?”

“Yeah, I came to spend time with you,” Jaehyun said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“And what are we going to do with…us?” He asked, his finger moving between them. He had spent an hour ranting about his life but they didn’t say a word about them. And what kind of them? That was nothing serious right? He was the dumb one who caught feelings in the way, not Jaehyun who just came out of a happy relationship ended in tragedy and wanted nothing to do with something serious.

“Give us a try? Only if you want to.” Jaehyun proposed, his face lighting up in a warm smile who showed his dimples.

Sicheng gasped. The Jaehyun, Jung Yoonoh wanted to give them a try? He wanted to take all the mess he, Dong Sicheng, carried with him. He hoped to God that wasn’t another twist of fate and that this time was really the right one. For him and for Renjun, who deserved stability.

“Wait, I didn’t scare you for life?” Was the only thing he managed to say, though.

“It takes more than that to scare me.” Jaehyun winked.

“Well, I guess it’s time to bring out the dead bodies in the freezer,” Sicheng answered, dead serious. Just to burst out laughing two seconds later.

“God, you’re so stupid,” Jaehyun said before pulling him into a kiss.

Maybe his love story wasn’t finished, yet. He just had to wait for the book to complete itself.

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“What if she doesn’t like it?” Sicheng said tossing and turning the Christmas gift he had in hand.

Jaehyun sighed, stopping at the red light and turning around to have a better view of the man sitting on the passenger seat.

“Wingi, she’s not even six months old. What do you think she’s going to do? Throw it at you?”

“But babies that age needs things that stimulate their growth and it’s really important that they grow fond of their things.” Sicheng ranted.

“Dear Lord,” He exclaimed, starting the car, again. “She’s going to love it, you’ll see it.”

“But –”

“Injunnie, why don’t we sing this song?” Before Sicheng could start to complain again, Jaehyun raised the volume of the radio passing Last Christmas.

Renjun giggled in his teddy bear hooded baby jumpsuit and with is plushie firm in the hold of his hands who were starting to be less chubby, and then said: “So daddy will shut up and sing with us.”

“Hey!” Sicheng screamed, turning around a little bit to look at the child sitting in the middle in his children’s car seat. “I’m telling you, I don’t like it that you two started plotting against me.”

Then the three burst into a loud laugh just to start singing the song together soon after.

“Dada,” Renjun called Sicheng, “want to know why this is my favourite song?”

“Yes, why?” Sicheng asked, looking at him from the review mirror.

“It reminds me of us. We were always lonely during Christmas or with that bad man but now we have papa and we’re happy and home is filled with love because you gave your heart to someone special.”

Jaehyun had to thank God they had arrived at Johnny and Ten’s house, and he had nobody behind because the brutal stops he did would’ve caused an accident. His heart stopped in his chest just to start beating twice the normal rage. But Sicheng’s reaction was any different. They weren’t expecting this.

They started to get serious right after that talk, but it hadn’t been easy. They wanted to see if they really worked together and then later Jaehyun would’ve entered Renjun’s life. Because if things didn’t work out, Sicheng didn’t want to also mend Renjun’s broken heart. So even if it had been almost six months together, and Jaehyun already got closer to the baby, they dropped the news to Renjun only one month ago. And he loved it. Renjun was so enamoured of Jaehyun that he wanted all of them to live together right away, and it also didn’t take him much to ask for another sibling, preferably a sister, just because he was head over heels for the little girl uncle Johnny and Ten had just adopted. But Renjun had never said something that strong. And also he never called Jaehyun dad, or anything alike.

“I think I need a moment,” Jaehyun mumbled. His heart still jumping in his chest. Renjun had called him papa and said he was someone special, in front of the same house where he got his heart broken one year before by seeing his ex-husband replacing him with somebody else.

“Congratulation, you broke daddy Jae.” Sicheng joked turning around, expecting to find Renjun to still be seated, but the small beast was already seat belts free with his head in the middle of the front seats, smiling at them.

“Nooo. You need to work!” He said pushing his little finger in Jaehyun’s cheek. Jaehyun turned around unexpectedly and jokingly eat it, making Renjun jump in surprise.

Renjun’s high and genuine laugh resonated in the vehicle, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as four eyes full of love stared at him. Finally, after all the pain everything seemed to be falling into pieces. Finally, there was happiness. And it was all summed up in that beautiful laugh.

“Come on! I want to see Yerim!” Renjun shouted once he stopped laughing and started to jump on the spot. Hurring them to let him free.

“As you wish, your majesty.” Jaehyun joked and opened the car door to get open Renjun’s.

Once the car was locked and they grabbed the bags with all the other gifts, Sicheng took a deep breath and stretched to Jaehyun his hand, which he took. Renjun was already knocking on the front door with Yeri’s gift in his tiny hands.

“You okay?” Jaehyun asked before he started walking towards their friends’ house. And Sicheng nodded, a bright smile on his face. “We met here one year ago.”

“And I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious. And look at us now.” Jaehyun remembered him. It was funny how fate worked, sometimes.

Sicheng laughed. That became their inside joke when Sicheng started to call him ‘Mrs. Nothing serious’ any time he wanted to tease him.

“If you don’t come in right now, I’m leaving you out in the cold!” Johnny’s voice called them and they both rolled their eyes before hurrying their steps to walk inside.

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The chatting of the people filled the big living room, the Christmas tree in the corner and the ambient lights created a warm and cosy atmosphere along with the holiday music playing in the background, loud enough to be heard but not to annoy. Ten didn’t hold back even that year where they had been extremely busy with the baby. But it was nice. Johnny and Ten’s Christmas party was one of the constant things in Jaehyuns’s life, he liked to know that he could always look forward to this. Especially now that everything fell into pieces.

“Why you didn’t tell me you were his ex-husband?”

“Well, good evening to you, too, Taeyong,” Jaehyun said, with a tint of irony in his voice. The man rolled his eyes.

“You made me stand there and tell you about us for what?” He asked, going back to his point.

Jaehyun sighed, and then he turned towards the voice coming from his side. Taeyong was standing in front of him, even more handsome than he was the year before. His hair was now a dark red, similar to the colour of the velvet suit he was wearing.

“To make sure he was in good hands. To make sure he has found his happiness.” Jaehyun explained.

Taeyong didn’t say a word. That wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

“And if you’re wondering, yes, I think he is.”

The other man furrowed. “Why? Why would you hurt yourself like this?”

“I didn’t hurt myself. Or, well, yes, it did hurt but it was useful. I needed closure, Tae. Can I call you that?” The man nodded. “Knowing that he had somebody else that brought the happiness I wasn’t able to give him anymore helped to get there.”

“Yeah but I still felt like shit when Doyoung told me about you,” Taeyong explained, sipping from his flûte full of champagne.

“You shouldn’t. I mean, look at this, everything is perfect now, right?” Jaehyun pointed in front of them. Ten was holding Yerim in his arms, talking with Sicheng and some other friends from work, while Doyoung and Johnny were chatting with Mark and Yuta. And he didn’t feel the suffocating feeling anymore. No matter all the unknown faces that still filled the room, or the fact that this wasn’t the plan he had in mind.

“I’m going to treat him right, even for you,” Taeyong said, his big sparkling brown eyes meeting Jaehyun’s. He still didn’t understand how Jaehyun could act like this, but he appreciated his maturity and his positivity. It felt strange, probably if he was at his place he would’ve hated himself, yet, Jaehyun didn’t.

“I know you will.” He answered smiling. He had no doubt about that.

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The sounds and the life of the city could be felt from the window where Sicheng was standing, the party alive behind him while he was spacing out, caught up in his emotions.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaehyun asked coming behind him, his arms wrapping around his waist, his chin resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I used to sit in front of the window dreaming of a better day, every day of my life when it started to get worst. But as much as I dreamed it, it always seemed like an impossible thing to achieve.” Sicheng started to explain, throwing his head back so he could rest against Jaehyun. “Then I dried my tears and went looking for it. But I never thought it would end up being so wonderful.”

A smile appeared on Jaehyun’s lips as he held him closer.

“I used to think the divorce was the biggest failure of my life for my age and for everything I had in mind about my future. Then I discovered that there’s nothing wrong in adding a plot twist in the story you’re writing. Especially if the plot this is this beautiful.” This time the one smiling was Sicheng, as warmth spread across his chest. It felt like home, after all the broken houses he lived in, he finally found a place to call home.

“Are you,” Sicheng mumbled, his hands searching for Jaehyun’s around his waist. “ever afraid, I don’t know, that something might go wrong again?” Sicheng didn’t want to ask that to ruin the mood, but sometimes fear would always come back to haunt him. He was getting better, he started to go to therapy and could finally see the clearer picture, but he didn’t heal completely yet. And maybe knowing that Jaehyun had the same fears would calm him down.

“I am. I had spent years convinced that somebody would’ve been by my side forever and then one morning they weren’t there anymore, and the same thing happened to you. I don’t want to lose you and Renjun but I don’t even want to stain our story with fear and hold it back. I’m pretty positive about us, we make a really great family.” Jaehyun said, turning his head back to look at Renjun, who was lulling Yeri with Ten by his side, for a second and then looked back at Sicheng.

“I don’t want to make promises anymore, Cheng,” Jaehyun said, and Sicheng furrowed for a second. “But I can tell you that I want to hold your hands as we walk for a long distance keeping our pace, with no one running behind us, following our path. And I hope that when it turns to grey, or it rains, we don’t run away but we will keep looking for a better place, a better version of us. I don’t want to promise you anything, but I hope I can be the one that wipes your tears and hears you laugh for a long time.” The sincerity in Jaehyun’s warm voice made Sicheng’s heart skip a beat. As if he was wonderstruck he finally realized everything was real. After all, somebody was willing to spend forever by his side, and also take care of Renjun. In all the chaos of this big world, in the thousands of souls that walked the heart, and all their heartbeats, Sicheng had found his missing puzzle piece.

A hot tear streamed down his face as his eyes locked into Jaehyun’s, making extra sure that he was standing right in front of him and he wasn’t just another of his beautiful dreams.

“Do you like this idea?” Jaehyun asked. He didn’t want to use the word ‘plan’ anymore, he prefered ideas, so he could have fun staring at them and see how they would turn out.

Sicheng smiled, his eyes lighting up like the stars in the sky that night. “I love this idea.” And then he closed the distance between them with a kiss.

༄

“So he calls you dada,” Johnny teased walking to stand by Jaehyun’ side, his finger pointing at Renjun who had fallen asleep in Jaehyun’s arms. It was almost midnight, and the party was coming to an end, but Renjun gave up before they could finish the celebrations and Jaehyun’s arms seemed like the most comfortable place for him.

“He does.” Jaehyun smiled. And Johnny chuckled, that kind of smirk Jaehyun deciphered perfectly.

“What, Johnny? What is the lesson you have to give me, now?” He asked, rolling his eyes.

“Nothing. I was just thinking you’ve always been one of a kind.” His best friend said tilting his head to the side to have a better look of him.

“Elaborate, please.”

“A marriage, a divorce, becoming the father of a baby that’s not yours. That’s quite surreal for the perfect love story you always wanted.” Johnny explained. And before Jaehyun could talk back, taking it as an insult, he added what he really wanted to say to him. “I’m proud of you. Just wanted to let you know.” One of his arm wrapping around Jaehyun in a half hug.

And Jaehyun smiled, after whispering a small ‘thank you’ that was interrupted by cheers coming behind them. They looked at each other and then walked toward the table where everybody had gathered around. Johnny walked towards Ten who was holding his usual ‘end of the year’ speech that he always insisted to do to thank the people hat made part of his life. And Jaehyun reached Sicheng, leaving a small kiss on his forehead.

And now that he had all the people that changed his life in one room, smiling happily and cherishing each other, Jaehyun understood something important. His life definitely hadn’t been the perfect love story he always fantasized of, but that was the most beautiful part of it. And just because his initial plans didn’t work out it didn’t mean that what was waiting headed was bad. In the end, the most beautiful things that happened in his life were unexpected. He wasn’t looking for Doyoung when he found him and shared such a big slice of his life, for seven happy years. And he wasn’t looking for Sicheng and Renjun when he found them, after all the curses and cries. Jaehyun had learnt to stop crying and start to look at the past with the same smile on his face that he was reserving for the future. Because now that his eyes moved between Doyoung with his arms wrapped around Taeyong and Sicheng clenching at his side, while Renjun was still sleeping in his arms, he was more than sure, that in their history, after the great divide, there was a glorious sunrise waiting for them.

Jaehyun had loved Doyoung with every fibre of his body and he knew that Doyoung did too. He knew they had an amazing time together when they were younger. They had grown together, seen each other at their worst and their best. They had given so much to each other, and Jaehyun will never forget. And he knew that Doyoung was feeling the same. He knew it, from the way he turned around, looked for him in the crowd of people, and smiled. And they had shared so much that they didn’t need words to understand each other. Their smiles were screaming silent thank yous. Thank you for walking by my side all this time. They would’ve moved on, from then on, holding hands with somebody else, but always holding each other in their hearts.

And leavening it all behind wasn’t a bad thing, anymore.

It only meant one thing.

Finally, there was happiness, in their past and in whatever the future was holding for them.

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Je Veux Être ta Lumière

Genre: Idol!Johnny, Idol!FemReader

Member: NCT Johnny x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which after your first encounter at an award show, Johnny starts to take an interest in you.

A/N: This is my first fan fiction/AU (?) ever, so i hope you do enjoy it. Also, this was originally supposed to be a Johnny x OC but i decided to change it to a Johnny x Reader.

“...And I promise that we will work harder from now, to make our fans extra proud of us.” She bowed down at 90 degrees as finished the speech, thanking the audience quietly and smiling brightly as they clapped and cheered out for her. The award grasped tightly in another one of your member's hand, the name still standing out brightly, ‘Artist Of The Year’.

You stood still and you held your sobbing group member in your arms as another member took to the mic to talk about your hardships since the beginning and how thankful you all were to all your fans and the people that have supported you since the start - you were slightly shocked she even thanked the haters for helping you get to where you are.

You smiled out into the crown, your eyes a little glossy as you refused to cry in front of masses of people staring at you - you were known for that, not crying. You were the emotionless, mysterious member of the group; some people even made jokes that you cried ugly or that you were part of the mafia, which was why so little was known about you. All you did was laugh it off.

Now as you stood on stage, a sobbing 22-year-old in your arms, having won an award many idols can just dream of, you didn’t know if you had the willpower to not cry.

You watched as your members finished giving their speeches and bowed at the crowd as they clapped. You gently pushed her away from you and wiped her tears away. “Jiyoon bro,” you grinned at her, “we just won an award, no more crying, yeah?”

She nodded, sniffling a little, and directed a small smile towards you, which you returned. You grabbed her hand and faced the audience who had watched the whole ‘escapade’ go down and aimed a forced smile at them, your own eyes still slightly blurry with the tears you refused to spill. You looked up and blinked a few times continuously, getting rid of the tears.

You bowed down at the crowd with your members, still holding Jiyoon’s hand as tightly as you could, you were sure you were going to get a little telling off as soon as you sat down in your seats away from the prying eyes of the other idols (most of them anyway).

You looked back up as your group started walking off the stage, still holding Jiyoon’s hand, staring down at your feet intently as you walked, afraid that you’d trip and make a laughing stock of yourself in these 6-inch heels that you were forced to wear - you could barely walk in them for god's sake.

“I can’t believe you actually listened to her and wore those hideous heels,” Jiyoon grimaced, referencing your horrible stylist, in a low voice as you both walked back to your seats.

“I really had no choice, it was either put them on myself or have them forced on me by some 40-year-old woman,” you replied, “should have seen the glare she gave me when I told her I wasn’t the best at walking in heels, she was about to bury me six feet under, alive at that too,” you added, placing the blanket you had been given over both your laps as soon as you sat down, keeping your eyes on the stage in front of you, trying to give your best reactions to the group performing on stage.

Jiyoon scooted closer to you, making sure the blanket covered both of your legs fully before speaking again, already giggling at what she was about to say. “You should wear heels more often, you're finally tall. It looks good on you my friend.” Giving you an exaggerated smile and a pat on the back, she returned her attention to the stage.

You gave her a playful glare, “Can’t believe we’re friends,” you mumbled, shaking your head at her antics, the grin on her face growing wider indicating that she had heard you,

Both of you immersed yourself with the performance that was going on stage, your group member, Ava, and you coincidentally slapping Jiyoon on her thighs when KARD’s BM ripped his shirt off in the middle of his collaboration stage, Monsta X’s Shownu and Exo’s Kai and Chanyeol following shortly after. You were sure your reaction would be used for one of those videos you always saw going around, the title of the video already floating around in your mind, ‘Enigma’s Y/N Loves Those Abs?!’ you giggled lightly at that. Your fandom had an unusual way of naming videos, that, you could agree with any day.

A nudge in your side brought you back to reality as Jiyoon pointed at the big monitor by the stage, which was playing a replay of Ava and your reaction to the stage, causing you to blush slightly. Embarrassed, you lifted the blanket on your lap and held it in front of your face with one hand, fanning your self with the other, you were sure your face had gone beet red.

You heard laughing and slowly lowed the blanket placing it back on your lap as you leaned forward, glaring playfully at your members.

“Oh shut up, don’t tell me you didn't enjoy it either,” you paused and mouthed,” They were HOT,” you fanned yourself for extra measure (and to also make sure they understood what you were saying). Your members rolled their eyes, shaking their head at your antics. You shook your head back at them, moving to sit back in your seat comfortably, leaning back and watching the performances, dancing the choreography in the limited space you had or just mouthing the lyrics and clapping your hands to the beat when the cameras came around to record your reactions.

Some time had passed, more awards were given out and more performances had taken place and you and your group members were getting more tired and bored. They even showed your leader, Soyeon, yawning during the performance of a popular group; that was something your group and the people sitting around you had a good giggle about as your leader shied away from in embarrassment.

You wished something exciting would happen soon, or you were going to end up falling asleep from boredom. You never did like attending award shows, this was the first time in 4 years you had done so - back then your fans argued that they (award shows) were always doing you wrong, as during the voting for the awards you were leading in the first place, but those awards were given to other people. You would be lying if you said you weren't even a tiny bit upset, but you couldn't blame the groups.

Looking down at the mini screen placed on your table, you noticed the time and cheered quietly, nudging Jiyoon who in return nudged Ava, both turning to look at you. You pointed towards the time on the screen and they both widened their eyes.

“Guys, the break starts in a few.” you cheered.

“The break was supposed to start half an hour ago,” someone from behind you spoke up. The three of you turned around and simultaneously bowed your head at the stranger, who continued to speak, “The time on the monitor is 30 minutes behind, at this rate no one knows when they're going to announce the break.”

Confusion struck you and you furrowed your brows at the stranger.

“Sorry?”

He took out his phone and turned it on, holding it out to you. You were sure he intended to show you the time, which was indeed half an hour ahead, but you couldn't help noticing his lock screen - the literal back of an iPhone - which caused you to burst out in a giggle but you quickly covered it with a cough, which quickly turned into a fit. Ava and Jiyoon leaned over to have a look at what had caused to go into a coughing fit but he had taken the phone away and slid it into his blazer pocket before they could see.

You placed your hand on your chest, patting harshly to calm yourself. You bowed your head at the male sitting behind you before turning to face your group mates.

“He’s right. They moved the clocks back,” you said, defeated, slumping into the sofa. Jiyoon patted your back in sympathy. “Now we’ll never get a break, and I’ll be bored for the rest of eternity,” you called out dramatically.

You turned around again, hoping to talk a little more to the male behind you and maybe get to know his name, but he wasn't there; it was someone else. Before you were able to question the whereabouts of the stranger sitting there before, the one present spoke up.

“Names Mark,” he said suddenly in English, putting his hand out. You clasped his hand in both of your giving it a firm shake before letting go and aiming a warm smile at him.

“I’m Y/N,” you responded.

“Yo, you know English?” he questioned you, sounding a little bit too excited, placing his hand in front of his mouth as he leaned back, in what you assumed was shock.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head at him, hoping to turn around and end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Where are you from,” he questioned, once again before you could fully turn around, “America? Australia? Canada?” He added, continuing to list of different English speaking countries.

“The UK,” you answered him briefly, cutting his rambling off in the process.

His lips formed an ‘O’ as he nodded his head slowly.

“But where in the UK?”

“England”

“Ohhhhh, I thought I sensed a British accent.”

You raised your eyebrow at him or at least tried to. He laughed when he noticed your facial expression.

“Hey, I’d be raising my eyebrow at you if I could Mark.” You said, squinting your eyes at him, in return he just laughed. You smiled at him, finding his laugh to be a little contagious.

You turned around, fully, placing your right leg under your left thigh, trying to get comfortable before realising you were very much still at an award show and then resorting to placing your legs at an angle as you continued to talk to Mark.

“Where are you from?” You questioned him.

“Canada.”

He was quick to reply and you were sure he had been waiting for you to ask him that question as soon as you had started talking to him. You simply smiled at the male, nodding your head again, wondering why it hadn't fallen off with all the nodding you were doing.

“If I'm not being rude, may I ask what group you're from?” You spoke., studying his features as he stared at you, that stupid smile glued to his face.

he nodded his head, before holding his hand out again. You held it, shaking it slowly as he talked.

“Hi, I’m NCT’s Mark,” he responded, holding your hand firmly, still shaking it.

You nodded again, “I’m-”

“Your Enigma’s Y/N,” he cut you off, “I know what group you're from.”

You bowed your head, giving him a bright smile and letting go of his hand.

“So you know my group but not my name and where I'm from?” You question him playfully.

He raised his hands in mock surrender and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by an approaching figure.

“Mark, move over.”

You looked over at the person who had just approached and realised it was the guy from earlier (the one who had ruined your mood by telling you that there probably wasn't going to be a break throughout the award show anytime soon). You gave him a small and quick bow hoping to turn around before Mark started speaking but of course, you were hit with bad luck.

You stared at Mark as he moved over, giving the guy some room to sit back down before talking again.

“Johnny Hyung, this is Y/N,” he continued to speak in English, to which Johnny raised an eyebrow before nodding slowly. He stared at you for a short while and there was no way you were looking away first so you stared back, sending a small, awkward smile his way, to reduce the awkwardness between the two of you.

“I’m Johnny,” he spoke out suddenly. in an American accent, startling you. You jumped a little as Mark started laughing, throwing his body everywhere and you suddenly felt sorry for the boy sitting next to him, who suddenly had to hold his weight as he was cracking himself up.

“Hyung...Suddenly..” he started before losing it, leaning against the other guy as he continued laughing,” I’m Johnny,” he said once he’d calmed down a little, shrugging his shoulders and pushing his head forward.

You smiled at his antics before shaking your head and smiling.

A light continuous tapping caused you to turn your head, only to come face to face with your leader who looked at you questioningly. You gave her a small smile and looked around confused as you noticed that many people were starting to stand up.

“It’s the break,” Soyeon said, answering your unasked question, “It’ll only last for around 30 minutes, I think, so if you want something time to get it now.”

Your lips formed an ‘O’ shaped as you nodded your head slowly.

“Can we get something to eat?” You asked her, as your stomach let out a small growl. It was speaking to you, begging for food, and you couldn't deprive it of the one thing it had only, always wanted.

Soyeon nodded before taking your hand in hers and pulling you up.

You glanced at the two boys, giving a quick nod of the head and smiling at them, even waving at them as you walked off with your leader, in the quest to get some food - in those godforsaken heels of yours.

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