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sluttyminghao · 11 months

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fleshlights and vibrators | w.jh

♡ pairing: fiance!junhui x female!reader ♡ w.c.: 3.3k ♡ genre: smut, fluff, a splash of comedy (18+ only minors DNI) ♡ this fic contains: use of sex toys (male and female), switch!junhui, switch!reader, multiple orgasms, mention of overstimulation, penetration without protection, jeonghan is always at the scene of the crime, reader goes to a sex store, teasing, pet names (baby, angel, love), dirty talk ♡ synopsis: when you can't work out what junhui wants for his birthday, you take jeonghan's advice. ♡ a/n: happy birthday to junnie ! thank you once again to @lovelyhan for once again hyping me up with this ily

When you celebrated birthdays, you tended to go all out, and your fiance was no exception. After being together for 3 years, it was easy to figure out what he wanted, considering he was an open book. Generally, he would say something offhandedly about an item he’d been wanting, and sure enough, when his birthday rolled around it would be handed to him in pretty packaging with a bow on top.

This year, however, you had yet to decide what to get him.

He hadn't dropped even a hint on what he was after, so you were left clueless as the days clocked over and his birthday drew closer. It had you in a slight panic, and despite messaging all your friends for ideas, no one could help you.

Until you received a message the day before Junhui’s birthday, from one of his bandmates, Jeonghan. It seemed like a saving grace at this point, and you were just hoping he would be able to point you in the right direction.

[2:04 pm] Jeonghan: are you still looking for birthday gift ideas?

[2:04 pm] You: YES im so stuck pls help me

[2:13 pm] Jeonghan: he’s been pretty stressed lately, he probably just needs a good fuck, maybe you could give him head

You stare at your phone screen, slack-jawed at how casually Jeonghan was bringing up this conversation. But then again, you could hardly be surprised considering how close the two were and most definitely shared the most intimate and filthy thoughts and desires.

[2:25 pm] You: what about a sex toy?

[2:27 pm] Jeonghan: oh yeah he mentioned maybe wanting to try a fleshlight with you… something to consider perhaps

Your heart flutters at the words on the screen, wondering what else Junhui had mentioned in conversations with his fellow band members. The thought of using a fleshlight on your fiance had definitely crossed your mind on more than one occasion, but you had never been ballsy enough to purchase one or bring it up to him out of fear he wouldn't like it.

[2:30 pm] You: thanks jeonghan, I owe you one

[2:34 pm] Jeonghan: just make sure he gets laid otherwise I'll never hear the end of it.

You make a mental note to thank him with a drink later, slide your shoes on and head out the door to make what might possibly be the most embarrassing purchase of your entire life, but you know, anything to make Junhui happy.

The sex store isn't far from your apartment, and the 20-minute walk gives you time to wade through all your thoughts and try and sort them out. Most of your thoughts consisted of this specific sex toy, wondering why he wanted it, how long he’s been wanting to try it if he would even tell you he wanted it.

Any thoughts or doubts you had were promptly squashed the moment you entered the dimly lit shop, your eyes widening at the sight of all the sex toys lining the walls and shelves. The sight of the different-sized dildos, whips, paddles, and other various toys has your heartbeat quickening, almost enough to break you out into a sweat. As you wandered the aisles in search of the fleshlights, you find a couple of other toys that pique your interest and might come in handy later. You store those thoughts for a later day.

When you finally stumble across the fleshlights near the back of the store and next to the bondage rope, you find yourself pushing your thighs together to prevent your arousal from soaking your panties (with little success). Just the sight of the devices, the flesh-coloured objects with an opening resembling a vagina, has your mind reeling.

You think about how his pretty whines would sound when you sink the fleshlight down on his girthy cock, how his thighs would tremble as you overstimulate him and milk his cock dry as the rubber device fucks him deliciously. The thoughts running through your mind have shivers cascading down your spine, and without a second thought you grab one of the devices sitting on the shelves without even looking at it.

“Just this one for today?” The cashier’s bright and bubbly voice smacks you out of your trance and you nod with a smile. They place the fleshlight in a discreet black bag and hand it over with a wink, which only makes your breath hitch and you hightail it out of the store, just wanting to get home and compartmentalize every thought you’d had in the space of an hour.

The walk home is cool and the wind is fresh against your skin and seems to drag out much longer than your walk to the store. You hold the bag tight against your body, mainly out of fear of the flimsy bag ripping and the toy falling onto the ground into plain sight of everyone enjoying their Friday afternoon.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you finally reach the steps of your apartment and unlock the door. After toeing off your shoes and placing the bag on the bed, you open your phone and your relaxed nature is yet again, replaced with one of panic when you read the messages on your phone.

[4:07 pm] Junnie: hey babe im coming home early!

[4:10 pm] Junnie: I’ll be home in 15! Love you!

You quickly check the time, now 4:24, and realize he will be home any second. The lock on the front door clicks open and you can hear Junhui’s signature humming coming down the hallway. You panic and quickly go to greet him, forgetting all about the plastic bag on the bed momentarily.

Junhui looks tired but still manages to pull a loopy grin onto his face at the sight of you bounding down the hallway. He opens his arms for you to enter and you don’t hesitate to envelope yourself into his body warmth, his musky scent filling your nostrils and making a sense of peace and calm wash over you. He really was your happy place.

“How was your day love?” He kisses the top of your head and places his keys into the bowl near the front door, kicking off his shoes and heading toward the bedroom. You follow him like a lost puppy and only stop in your tracks when you hear a noise of confusion leave Junhui’s lips.

You’d left the bag on the bed. The bag with the fleshlight in it.

“Hey babe, what’s this?”

Upon peeking into the bedroom, you can see him holding the bag with his index and middle fingers. You step into the bedroom and feel your cheeks begin to heat up. You don’t think he’s opened the bag yet, due to the quizzical look covering his features, but your heart rate still quickens anyway.

“Oh, that! I’ll take it, it’s just something I bought when I went shopping today,” you make an attempt to grab the bag, but junhui knew how to use his size to his advantage. He holds the bag high above your head, out of reach despite trying your best to try and grab the bag. He smirks when you try to jump repeatedly, his height becoming a great advantage.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Nothing!”

“Well, why won't you let me see what's in it?”

“Because it’s for your birthday!”

His mouth opens into an ‘o’ shape and he finally relents, bringing the bag back down to your height. Just as the bag is within your grasp again, you feel the flimsy plastic begin to rip, and before you can stop it, the toy is falling out of the bottom of the bag, and landing on the floor with a loud thud.

You both look at the fleshlight in silence, the box it came in now dinted from where it fell on the floor. After a moment, you can hear Junhui swallow and lean down to pick up the box, before handing it back to you with his cheeks and the tip of his ears bright pink.

“I-”

“Is that what I think it is?” Junhui cuts you off and takes a step closer to you. You stare at the box in your hands, feeling your hands get sweatier by the second. Your heartbeat is thumping in your ears, he feels a million miles away yet he’s standing two feet away.

“What do you think it is?”

“A fleshlight.”

Eye contact is avoided. You can’t even bear to look him in the eye because you aren't sure how he’s feeling. Your eyes are downcast to the floor, your sock-clad feet seemingly much more interesting than your fiance's reaction to a sex toy. You can see his own feet step into your vision and you gulp, hoping he won’t chew you out for buying him a sexual aid.

“I love it.”

As soon as the words fall from his lips, your head snaps up and you look him in the eye. You can see his gentle smile and when his hand comes up to caress your cheek, any ounce of common sense left in your body is thrown out the window.

“Good, because I plan to use it on you for hours.”

Your statement takes him aback, and even more so when you push him backwards onto the bed, and you walk over and get on the bed to straddle his hips. The box is tossed to the side temporarily, while you lean over and let your lips collide with Junhui’s plush ones. He lets out a surprised gasp which gives you the perfect opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

For a while, you lay and make out with him, letting your cool hands run under his shirt and feel the warm, toned skin underneath. He’s letting out the cutest whimpers and moans into your mouth, and it only makes the arousal flood your panties tenfold.

You can tell he’s getting impatient, with the way he begins groping at your ass and his fingers are teasingly tracing your panty line. You pull away from his lips, a thin trail of saliva still connecting the two of you until it snaps when you move to grab the box.

“Remove your clothes, Junnie, I want to see all of you.”

“O-okay.”

He’s quick to remove his shirt, exposing his beautifully sculpted abs and torso. You lick your lips at the sight, which is quickly moved downwards when he begins removing his slacks and exposing his lower half. As he removes his boxers, you can see just how worked up he’s gotten. His cock is already hard and leaking precum, the protruding vein on the left side throbbing and his balls twitching and ready to be emptied.

“Get on the bed.”

He complies quickly with your dominant aura surrounding him, his head landing on his pillow and his hands quickly grabbing at the blanket underneath his naked body. He feels as if his head is swimming when you quickly undress yourself to the same level of nakedness as him, your body igniting a fire within his belly that can only be quenched by you sitting on his cock.

But that would have to wait.

With a smirk on your lips, you pull the fleshlight out of the box and quickly wipe it down with an antibacterial wipe, before dousing it in a heap of lube. You glance over to look at your fiance and are met with doe eyes, hands fisting the sheets and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth in anticipation.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy Junnie~” your soft voice has him whining and thrashing his head around on his pillow, which is the perfect opportunity to place the tip of his cock into the fleshlight and watch as his eyes widen and his hips buck up at the feelings.

“Oh f-fuck!” His voice cracks as you slide the fleshlight down his shaft slowly, letting the rubber envelope his throbbing cock. You can see tears welling up in his eyes as you test the waters and begin pumping the fleshlight up and down at a tantalizingly slow pace, his hands in the sheets gripping as hard as they possibly can.

You can see his body relax a little bit as you start a steady pace, his body contracting and relaxing every couple of seconds with each pump of the fleshlight. What he doesn't realize is that the toy you’d bought also came with a vibrating inner sleeve, and with just the push of a button, you could have him crying out your name.

“How’re you feeling baby? Feeling good?” You pump the fleshlight a little faster along his shaft and watch as he furiously nods and clings to the sheets like it’s his lifeline. You smirk and press a button on the side of the fleshlight, the gentle thrum sparking to life and sending junhui into a frenzy.

You can see how much this is affecting him, even on the lowest setting. He’s thrusting his hips up maniacally, head thrashing against his pillow and tears are streaming down his cheeks steadily. His moans have gradually gotten louder and by the time he’s close to cumming, his moans are laced with hiccups and sobs due to the sheer pleasure coursing through his body.

He can’t even warn you that he’s cumming because the wind is knocked out of his body but with the fleshlight feeling like a vice around his cock paired with the low vibrations, his cum spurts out quickly. It shoots deep into the fleshlight, and he cums so much that once you slow down your pumping, it’s like he’s creaming into an actual pussy and it makes your insides turn to jelly. His cum fills the inside of the fleshlight and coats his shaft, and even goes down as far as his upper thighs.

“How do you feel baby, are you okay?” Your voice is what brings him back to the Earth plane, and he stares at you with a goofy smile on his features. You place the fleshlight on the bedside table and lay next to him, stroking his messy bangs off his sweaty forehead. He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed and his body curling into yours.

“‘M okay…but still want more,” he whines, adjusting his body so that he’s between your legs and is hovering above you. Your eyes widen as he smirks and leans down to kiss your clavicle, and works his way down until he’s right above where you want him the most.

“You want more? But I already made you cum baby, what more do you want?” Your voice comes out breathy as he lets his tongue glide over your breasts, paying close attention to your nipples. He hums against your skin, the vibrations making you feel warm and he knows it. Fucker.

“I want to be buried deep inside you and cum as hard as I did with the fleshlight you used on me.”

He doesn’t say another word as he strokes himself to full hardness again, soft whimpers escaping him at the slight overstimulation. You can’t help but moan at the sight of your fiance jacking off right above you, and a new wave of arousal floods your cunt which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

“Oh wait, I need to grab something,” he mentions, your curiosity piquing when he moves to his side of the bed and pulls open his drawer, grabbing at some long white device before shutting the drawer and crawling back to his previous position between your thighs.

“What did you grab?”

He grins playfully and holds the item up for you to inspect, and it doesn't even surprise you that he has a vibrator just hanging out in his drawer. You scoff but feel your cheeks burn, and wonder when he had actually bought it.

Junhui lets the head of his cock rest against your clit teasingly, the occasional twitch driving you insane. He plays with the settings of the vibrator for a few seconds, before finding a setting he thinks will work well, before lining himself up with your entrance. You bite your lip in anticipation and let out a strangled sigh when he lets the fat head of his cock push inside of you.

You loved the way he stretched you out so deliciously, how he could hardly contain his own orgasm as he filled you to the hilt, your cunt feeling very similar to how the fleshlight felt and he has to take a few breaths to not cum on the spot. With one hand, he grabs the vibrator and lets it lay on your stomach, but doesn't turn it on quite yet. With his other hand, he takes one of your hands and interlaces your fingers, the softness of that one gesture having you melt into his touch.

He starts off at a slow pace, rocking his hips gently into yours. You can feel every inch of him against your walls, the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spongy sensitive spot inside of you repeatedly has you on edge within minutes, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“You’re so fucking t-tight, god,” Junhui chokes out, his breath stuttering when you absentmindedly clench around his cock and cause him to halt his movements. He quickly continues, speeding his pace up and grabbing the vibrator and turning it on. Your eyes widen as he teases you with the toy, keeping the toy on your nipples at first, running the vibrations down your body.

When he gets close to your cunt, you feel yourself beginning to clench even more around Junhui’s cock. He grunts and turns the vibrations up on the vibrator, before letting it rest against your clit. He speeds his thrusts up at the exact moment the vibrator lands on your cunt, and the intense feeling is one like no other and has you seeing stars within seconds.

You aren't even sure when you became incoherent, your mind was too busy building you up to what would most definitely be the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced to date. Junhui can feel you tightening up like you normally do right before you cum, and takes the vibrator away at the last moment, throwing it to the side of the bed.

“Cum for me, fucking cum for me, angel.”

And that was all it took, your vision covered with exploding stars as the rubber band inside you snapped violently, your orgasm being so intense that Junhui’s cock is pushed out of you. He doesn’t mind though, he just takes his cum covered shaft in his hand and pumps quickly until he’s painting your chest and stomach white, long streaks of his cum dripping down your skin.

He flops beside you, both your bodies trembling from pleasure. He takes one of your hands in his again and kisses your fingers gently, in an attempt to bring you back to earth. When you start coming back, he hums and starts tracing soft patterns on your back, the familiarity lulling you into a sense of warmth and security.

“We should shower, my love,” he mumbles into the skin of your neck, to which you promptly reply with a strained whine. Junhui can only chuckle and effortlessly pull your tired body off the bed and carry you princess-style to the bathroom.

“Let’s shower and then we can nap, okay?” he cups your face with his hands and kisses your nose softly before getting the shower turned on and warmed up. He takes a quick glance at the time, noting it’s only 8:30 pm, but neither of you had eaten dinner yet.

“Did you like the gift?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts about dinner, and he turns and gives you a huge boxy grin.

“I couldn’t have asked for anything better. What should we get for dinner?”

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 2 years

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*slams card on table* JEON WONWOO

mMOON JUNHUI

link to the video

@huiranghaes happy birthday love <3

You had planned everything to the last detail for your boyfriend’s surprise, hoping it would make him pounce on you on the spot.

The pink collar was already tied against your neck, not too tight but not too loose, a chain leash attached to it. You’re straightening the headband with the black fluffy cat ears, scrambling to get on your knees on the couch when you hear the rustling sounds of a key unlocking the front door of the apartment.

“Babe I’m....home”, Junhui stops midsentence as he sees you stark naked on the couch, grinning at him as you notice how his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.

Success.

“Do you like it, Junnie?”, you ask him while batting your lashes in a seemingly innocent way, but you’re silenced within milliseconds by his lips smashing on yours, his fingers grazing your scalp ever so slightly, making you let a weak whimper in his mouth.

“I fucking love it, baby”, Junhui pulls back and admires the pink collar on your neck and grabs a fistful of it, “Or should I call you kitty?”, he tugs it to make you fall right against his crotch.

You run your hands over his clothed bulge and you start mouthing the outline of his cock over his grey sweats and your boyfriend’s groans and gasps are enough to let you know that you’re doing a great job at riling him up.

“Enough fooling around”, Junhui pulls your head away and takes off his shirt, but he lowers his sweats just enough to let his cock spring free, slapping against his toned stomach. “Now be a good kitty and suck me”, he orders you and you waste no time in taking his shaft in your mouth.

You hollow your cheeks and bob your head on his cock, tongue licking the underside veins, moaning on purpose to make him cum faster. You detach your lips momentarily to let your saliva dribble down on the tip and you smear it all over, your hand rapidly jerking him off as you suck on his tip.

“Fuck, such a greedy kitty- gonna make me cum? Coat your pretty face with my cum?”, Junhui moans and you hum around his length. He then tugs the leash behind your head, making you jerk back as he grabs his cock and fists it rapidly until he’s throwing his head back, his cum falling on your cheeks and lips, some of it in your wide open mouth, a fucked out smile on your face.

“Thank you Junnie”, you say as you pick up some of his cum on your cheek with your fingers and lick them off with a satisfied hum.

“Can you do that between my legs too?”.

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woozten-x · 1 year

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WHAT— what if reader always walks by the cat cafe but never goes in bc they’re kinda scared of cats but they notice TAEIL playing with cats and get the courage to maybe go in or they watch from the window and they’re always wanting to play but they have this tendency of chickening out. STOPPPP IDK WHY BUT IT JUST FJSKKDD ITS SO CUTE !!! Reader finds taeil so endearing but also slightly jealous that they’re able to play with cats so easily and it’s hard for reader and they really want to be a cat owner one day too but they maybe had a small incident as child nothing too bad but it just made this little insecurity for reader !!!

A Kitty's Heart of Gold | Moon Taeil

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─ Synopsis: There is a cat cafe called Cute Kitty Paws near your university, one you tend to avoid due to your unexplained fear of felines.

But, your own fear did not stop you from an unexpected encounter with the handsome cat cafe owner - Moon Taeil!

─ Genre: so fluffy like cat fur, One-Shot, REQUESTED PROMPT!

─ Concepts: university au (reader is a student), use of they/them, non-idol au, cat cafe owner!Taeil, cats<3, haechan special appearance, reader has a irrational fear of cats, just lots of fluffiness and taeil being soft for cats, haechan sneezing up a storm, jungwoo is mentioned and is reader's friend!, reader and taeil bonding over cats basically, some romantic implications but no romantic progression (reader is whipped bc who isnt)

─ Count of Words: 3.4k

─ Inspiration of the Work: this taeil cat video, Darling by JUNNY (ft. dress)

❒ a/n: hey sweetheart, ty for requesting<3 im so sorry this was late and happy belated birthday!! this was supposed to be your birthday present, but you know...HAHA...you already know, i told u in pms BYE. BUT YES THIS PROMPT HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE- thank you again for requesting and spamming my messages about this!! i absolutely ADORE taeil and him... him as a cat dad... oh god him... JUST HIM! (from a taeil stan in denial)

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Summer - the season you are never too fond of due to the heat and the uncomfortable weather cursing you to sweat for a period of time, when standing outside doing absolutely nothing. Though this weather is one to plummet your mood when the time comes, you feel incredibly refreshed when gaining the opportunity to visit the cafe and get an ice cold drink; of course, special summer drinks on the menu is one perk you like about summer.

You are someone who enjoys trying a variety of beverages from a cafe, especially the one a bit further away from your campus. You are a regular there, oftentimes stopping by to study in the serene environment or picking up a drink to keep your tastebuds enlightened by the taste of coffee or whatever beverage you had ordered.

For today, it seems like fate has brought you to one cafe that is near your campus.

You could easily obtain your usual drink, knowing it is one ordinary beverage; but, this particular cafe is one you avoid like a plague. You stood in front of the entrance, staring at the sign above and claiming the name of ‘Cute Kitty Paws’ - according to your close friend, Kim Jungwoo, it was a cafe that has these special summer drinks that have you yearning with curiosity.

It was intimidating, however. It was no ordinary cafe, considering it is cat themed and there are many felines roaming freely inside. You have never visited, not even once have you thought about visiting; until, you took a sip of Jungwoo’s drink and suddenly you are craving for that same taste again on this random day. Oh, why did this cafe have to be cat-themed?

You have walked past this cafe plenty of times before, having to take this specific route towards the usual cafe you visit. Plenty of times have you seen the roaming cats sitting by the window, their small pupil gazes following any passerby; you never bothered to interact with any, feeling some discomfort with such creature regardless of it’s cute appearance to most people.

Although, your attention never lingers too long on the cafe through the glass window revealing the cat-themed interior inside; you’ve seen a young man, a brunette with a very charming smile adorning his features. He caught your eye sometimes as you walked by, sometimes turning your head fully to see him playing with the felines with a hanging feather or he would be laying on the floor.

You have no idea why, but it is endearing to watch someone - even a complete stranger - interact with animals with such gentleness. He never took notice of you, he was in his own world. A man with a heart of gold for these felines, the very same person holding a smile you can’t help but find contagious. In a way, he almost resembled one of them by laying on the floor without a care in the world.

Even if you are interested in this one person, your own fear has prevented you from entering this cafe. The very thought of being in the same room as cats has your heart in turmoil, your own skin crawling like an uncomfortable curse running through your body; was it an irrational fear? Sometimes, you think you are insane or even overreacting by something so cute and fluffy.

Taking a deep breath, you step away from the cafe’s door. You couldn’t bear the thought of entering despite your own gluttony speaking otherwise, you wanted to have the peach-mango flavored drink that Jungwoo had brought that one day; unfortunately, you lost all confidence. Well, it was one quest you have failed! Time to move on.

Walking away from the door, you walk past the window where you are exposed to any cat lover’s heaven. Several felines lay around, a few watching you; awkwardly you met a few of their gazes, your hand twitching slightly at the thought of touching them to rake your fingers through the slick fur they usually have. Yet that parasite called ‘fear’ remains in the back of your head.

Suddenly, the man you adored from afar had come into view. He stood with the usual smile he reserved for these cats, his pretty yet large hands extended out when he leaned down; a feline approaching with a furry head bumping against it, gently nibbling on his fingers and you felt your own heart drop. Not a crushing one, but one to make your own heart ache in the most pleasant way.

The way his fingers stroke the fur of the feline’s head, you felt oddly comforted by the sight. In your head, these creatures aren’t too bad especially with how he interacts with them. You stood dumbly, the fond smile playing at your lips and you did not notice the quizzical gaze meeting yours. Meeting eyes with the worker inside through the window made your own body tense up, embarrassment rushing through you like a tidal wave.

Momentarily, the two of you stood and stared at one another without breaking eye contact. Your thoughts racing, telling you to run away or let the world swallow you whole; but, your feet remain glued to the floor from the bewilderment with a mix of embarrassment. You never thought about it until now, but the gentle cat-person is incredibly handsome.

Oh, why did you have to meet someone like that in this type of situation?!

Finally, he walks away and you are blinking back to reality. Out of your sight, the felines remain and you are ready to run off like a stray frightened by a stranger. Once you begin to move, you hear the door open and the chiming bell above makes you turn your head instinctively. You met eyes with the handsome cat-person, once again.

He politely smiles at you, “Would you like to come in? We are open.”

You did not reply instantly, only staring at him with wide eyes like a deer in the headlights. You didn’t fully process the question, letting your eyes roam along his figure; a white apron tied around his waist, the cat-themed badge on his chest and revealing his name to be Taeil. It was a pretty name for such a pretty person.

He shifts before you, your eyes instantly meeting his. Clearing your throat, you slowly nod - “Yes? I just…Yeah.” You had mentally facepalmed at your words, not sure what you were trying to say. In fact, you wanted to reject his offer! Your mouth having a mind of its own, answering for you without comprehending your actual feelings; maybe it was the small guilt you felt for being a creep for watching him.

He nods, not affected by your awkwardness; he gestures for you to come in, a hand beckoning you to come closer. Suddenly, you are following through, a spell casted on you by the same gentle hand petting those cats inside. Something about him seemed so relaxing, you can’t understand what it was exactly; he held such a soft and welcoming demeanor.

Entering inside, you are met by the scent of sanitization which is one you aren’t exactly complaining about; it is a different aroma you are used to. You could hear some felines meowing from afar, your head slowly turning to see the four-legged furballs roaming; some eyeing at you with their unreadable gazes, and a few meowing towards you in greeting. Hesitating, you froze and felt the prickling sensation run through you.

“Is there something wrong? Are you allergic? I should have informed you this is a cat cafe,” Taeil spoke to you gently, catching onto the anxiety cursing your well-being. You turned towards him, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat - “Oh…I knew that…It’s just…” You glanced at the cats on the other side, thankful for the high gate the felines couldn’t walk past through or jump over.

“I-I have a fear of them, that’s all…” You admit barely above a whisper and Taeil seemed surprised by your confession. He nodded in understanding however, his tender gaze holding no judgment whatsoever; he smiled kindly, “I can make your drink and give it to you outside. I understand, if this could be overwhelming. Tell me what you like to order.” He suggests, compromising with your fear.

Considering his words, you take a deep breath and slowly shake your head - “The thing is…I don’t hate them. You know that exposure thing in psychology? Maybe I can do that! I mean, how can I be in a cat cafe without interacting with any?” You say with a laugh, trying to relieve the tension with the forced enthusiasm. Taeil briefly pursed his lips at your words before nodding in understanding, “I am sure you will enjoy your time here. I can stay by your side.”

“Y-You don’t have to!” You sputter out, surprised by his willingness to help you with your ‘exposure’ experiment. He only shook his head with the same gentle smile, the one that has your heart feeling warm - “I am the owner of this cafe, I take pride in all the cats being taken care of here and my customers’ comfort is my responsibility. These cats are socialized with humans, I can assure you that nothing will happen.”

You nod at his words, glancing warily at the felines awaiting for you and Taeil to join them on the other side. “I can show you how to interact with them. Maybe you can visit often, we can take our time familiarizing yourself with them; is that okay with you?” He asks, taking a step forward with a hand resting on the gate.

His patience and gentle words had made you feel more at ease, the idea of him sticking by your side through the process is enough to comfort you; even if it was only little. Small words of gratitude are given towards him, Taeil only smiled back at you before opening the gate.

“Take your time going inside,” He assures you, the pressure upon your shoulders uplifted once you heard the gate unlock with a click. Loudly the felines purr by his feet, rubbing themselves against the leg sticking out to prevent them from walking past the open gate. Slowly you inhale, gradually building the confidence despite the leeching fear; slowly you approach Taeil and the three cats crowding around him.

Avoiding stepping on the cats near your feet, you take a step into the cat-themed cafe with the counter in full view with another worker behind it. He stood behind the counter with raven locks of hair, a finger rubbing at his sniffling nose; you weren’t able to greet him just yet once feeling a cat press against your legs, a small gasp leaving you at the contact.

A hand is placed on your lower back to prevent yourself from losing balance from the surprise, Taeil smiling at you as you meet his handsome face - “Don’t worry, I got you. For now, we can look at the menu; you don’t have to pet them for today, if you aren’t comfortable.”

“Thank you…” you murmur out, Taeil’s hand never leaving your back as he guides you towards the counter. The cat badge on the barista’s apron read Donghyuck, he looks at you with a curious look; he doesn’t seem to understand the situation. “Are you dating someone, Hyung?” He suddenly asks, the younger male looking towards the brunette with raised eyebrows and a smirk drawn over his lips.

Taeil shook his head with a smile, “They are a customer. They aren’t familiar with cats, so I am helping them.” He tells Donghyuck, not exactly exposing your fear with the felines which you are grateful for. His gentle touch leaves your back and you are left with roaming eyes reading the menu above Donghyuck’s head. You consider the options, easily finding the iced drink that Jungwoo had before.

“Oh, I am sorry!” Donghyuck exclaims, his head bowing in apology towards you. You looked back at him and shook your head, “No worries. Can I get the iced peach-mango?” You order with Taeil standing next to you. Donghyuck grins at you, “That’s one of my friends’ favorites! Were you recommended to come by here?”

Nodding, “Yeah a friend of mine from Uni.”

In the corner of your eye, you see Taeil moving away to quietly crouch down to the felines eye level. The affectionate smile playing at his pink lips once more, fingers running through a cat’s fur; you are suddenly feeling the familiar tranquility you’ve always felt, whenever Taeil interacted with the cats. His heart of gold worn upon his sleeve, it is revealed to you like treasure twinkling back at you.

“Oh yeah? I know someone from the nearby University also! It’s Jungwoo-hyung. Hyung, he came by today right?” Donghyuck replies back to you, the familiar name of your friend’s name regaining the attention back to the raven-head.

A bright expression overtakes your features with a nod, “I know Jungwoo too! I had a sip of his drink and I’ve been wanting it ever since. It’s super refreshing for this summer weather.”

Donghyuck smirks proudly at your words, “I know right? I am the one who created that drink. What can Hyung do without me?~”

Taeil chuckles at the younger’s words and looks up at the two of you, “Jungwoo did mention someone liking the drink a lot.”

You laugh and point at yourself, “Well, that’s me! My name is Y/N, by the way.” You finally introduce yourself, completely forgetting to tell. You felt more relaxed, knowing you are surrounded by the friendly staff members. Donghyuck points at his tag, “At your service~” He hums while placing down the drink you’ve ordered. You thank him, taking out your wallet to pay.

“It’s on the house.” Taeil offered once standing up, you looked at him in surprise. Shaking your head, you quickly interject - “No, no it’s okay! You can treat me like any other customer–”

“You aren’t just a customer. You are a friend and I think, you coming by is enough to repay.” Taeil simply tells you, the words of complaint becoming stale on your tongue; you had no idea whether to argue further or to accept it. You can’t argue with his handsome face, his eyes holding a sea of kindness with a smile to have you swimming in captivating waves.

Sighing, “Only this one time!” You tell him and Taeil nods with a smile. Donghyuck looks between you, a melodic tune whistling drifting through the air from his pursed lips - “Wow, hyung must really like you…Are you liking me less now, hyung?” Donghyuck pouts whilst looking at the brunette.

Taeil didn’t answer, simply ignoring the younger’s teasing and he kept his gaze on you; somehow, all attention towards the barista is drowned out by Taeil’s presence itself. “Would you like to stay here a bit longer? You can play with the kittens, they are less intimidating in comparison to the adults.” Taeil suggests. You’ve completely forgotten where you were, for a moment.

A cat hops onto the counter, you backed away and Donghyuck sneezes from behind the counter. Taeil apologizes quickly, picking up the large cat - “Did you not take your allergy medication?” He asks when glancing at the younger. Donghyuck continues to sneeze, his head turned away with a few more sneezes escaping him. He grumbles, “I ran out...I didn’t take one today.”

Standing closely to Taeil, you seeked comfort from his presence. He doesn’t seem to mind, a hand stuffed into his apron and you are watching the brunette take out a pack of medication; he hands it towards the younger. Donghyuck grins at the older, his bubbly nature returning once being taken care of.

“Thanks, hyung!”

Taeil doesn’t answer back, looking towards you - “Sometimes, the cats do whatever they want. Sorry about that.” He chuckles and you smile back at him with a shake of your head. Hearing the many stories of cats, you knew how independent they could be. “I think I can handle kittens. I don’t mind staying here longer,” You answer back.

Nodding his head, you are following him through the cafe and approaching a door. “All these cats are up for adoption. They are all rescued…I usually foster them before bringing them here though,” He tells you and you nod with a pleased smile; a newfound admiration towards the man you've watched from afar for these past seasons.

“You really love cats huh?”

Taeil looks at you with a smile, “They are often misunderstood. I love them dearly.” He turns back to the door to open it and reveals two kittens playing inside. Entering after him, you are feeling relaxed by the smaller felines scampering around with their big heads, and tiny legs; you laugh a little, placing down your cup on a table before slowly kneeling down. Maybe your exposure experiment will go along just fine.

Joining next to you, Taeil picks up a string toy and lets it hang above the kittens’ head. They were distracted by the toy, not approaching you nor sparing any attention towards you; an envious pang felt within your heart, as you watched Taeil play with the kittens. He looks at you, “Usually they warm up quickly when you play with them. They can be really sweet, once they warm up to you.”

He hands you the string and you take it, fingers brushing against his warm ones. A faint smile played at your lips by the contact, turning your attention to the kittens while swinging around the string above them; they hop and climb on top of each other, trying to reach for the toy.

You let out a laugh, “How cute!” you exclaim while playing with the kittens hunting down the string you dangled above their heads.

In a comfortable silence, you drag the string along the floor and the kittens pounce onto it, trying their best to catch it. Taeil watches the felines play, “Are you feeling more comfortable around them?” He asks and glances at you. Your eyes didn’t leave the kittens, nodding your head - “I definitely am…But, I think it’s because you are here, you know?” You admit with a sheepish smile once meeting his eyes.

“Progress is progress. That’s what matters.”

His words made your heart skip a beat, a flustered smile appeared on your lips and you hung your head to hide your bashfulness. Unexpectedly, one of the kittens had climbed into your lap and you instantly stiffened at the contact; Taeil let out a chuckle next to you, “They seem to really like you. Relax. He is just napping.”

He reaches out, gently rubbing a finger at the small head of the kitten. “Kittens sleep a lot more than adult cats. They have so much energy that’s why,” He laughs and you laugh with him; feeling relaxed by the cute fact and Taeil’s presence. Looking down at the kitten in your lap, you smile to yourself - a sense of proudness radiating you, as you lift up a hand to pet the small body.

The fur was soft against your skin, you easily stroke the smooth fur and Taeil smiles next to you. “How do you feel?” he asks and you look up at him with a grin. “I feel great! I finally got to pet a cat,” You laugh a bit and he nods at your words; fondness overtaking his handsome features, the soft expression having your breath hitching.

So, this was the world he was living in. A world filled with your fear, yet it became a very relaxing experience for you. You want to live in his world more often.

“I want to come again.” You tell him, your mind determined to overcome your fear and grow closer to the cat-person with a heart of gold. He looks up from the kitten he was playing with, meeting your determined gaze with his gentle one - “You can visit whenever you like then. We are open every weekday until 10 p.m., and on weekends we close at 8 p.m.”

You nodded, “I also want to come again to see you more.”

Taeil looks at you, eyes widening slightly at your words and his lips twitching up into a bashful smile. Faintly, a dust of red overcame his cheeks and he looked away with a chuckle - “I would love to see you more also.”

Grinning at him, you let out a pinkie to ensure the promise shared between the two of you. “I will come by then!” You promise, awaiting for his pinkie to intertwine with yours. He glances at your hand before nodding his head, his larger pinkie intertwined with yours.

“I promise to welcome you anytime.”

It was one step to getting closer with the cat-person with a golden heart.

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jnwnuu · 11 months

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♡ : 𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻   𝗂𝗌   𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅   𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒   ☽︎  

ִֶָ for the bestest boy . . . ᥫᩣ @ivnhui

hey pretty. <3 happy birthday junnie, i hope you had a great day and i'm sorry for the late wish. what'd you do today? i like it when you tell me about your day, when you ramble about the things that you like (mostly about cats), when you just talk and talk and talk . . . it makes my day 10x better, always. you remind me of so many things junnie — the cat down the street, the dark grey sweatshirt i have in my closet, breads, certain shows, games, just cats in general, and a lot more. you're one of the bestest things in my life, if not, the best thing ever. thank you for always lighting up my day, you're the best junnie, i love you and i hope the year continues to be nice to you as well. happy birthday junnie. <3 ps; we should go on a date soon, maybe to a cat cafe.

#★ wonu's letters﹒📼

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moonieper · 3 months

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junnie!! I got into a uni :)

also my birthday is soon which I’m excited for !!

anyway,, I do hope this message finds you well and that you’re taking care of yourself <3

-👻

HI DARLING!! IM SO SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ASS REPLY I WAS JUST SO BUSY THESE PAST FEW WEEKS 😭😭😭

A shit ton of problems happened my dog got sick and yeah ;-;

But he's okay now also I auditioned for my collage's Glee club and I think I passed :DDD

I hope you're doing fantastic tho! And happy advance or belated birthday!! I'm so sorry for responding this late again

Also I hope you're having fun at your uni! (I didn't had fun on my first year haha ^^;;)

#random ramblings of 🐄#asks 🧋#moooots 🐮#my pretty girlie <3

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newiuhnuj · 6 years

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Happy Birthday Jun!

#junhui #seventeen jun #svtfanart #svtcreations #wen junhui #i tried #it doesnt look like him but my bABYYYYY #<3 happy birthday i love u so freakin much #junnie #;_;

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chocolvte · 3 years

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TXT IMAGINE.

. . you as the sixth member of the group

req — hi! i just read bts reaction 'the one where you are the eighth member' (and omg i loved it), and i wondered if you could do the same but with txt?

listen to lights out by ph-1 and chang sukhoon

「 your profile 」

stage name — y/n.

full name — hattori y/n.

sun sign — aquarius.

height — 5’8 or 173 cm.

birthday — feb. 12, 2001.

y/n was born in osaka, but she grew up with her grand mother and her favorite cousin, emiko. being separated from them was the hardest part of deciding to become a trainee.

she has been living in seoul since she was 14, when she first became a bighit trainee!

「 your role in txt 」

position — main dancer, lead rapper.

voice claim — shin yuna from itzy.

y/n is the group’s healing energy! she can find the silver lining to any cloud.

she is a very open minded person and such a good listener, but she can also be very stubborn (which drives taehyun up the wall).

no one works harder than she does. she cares so much about MOA and wants to be her best for them.

she is a little more sensitive than she seems. most of the time she appears bright and happy, but she is easily affected by negative comments (soobin always checks up on her!)

maybe it’s because she’s the dancer of the group, but y/n is always moving! she finds it really difficult to sit still during interviews.

「 sense of style 」

lots of patterns and softer colors like sage green and clay red.

loves a cross body bag <3

gold jewelry > silver jewelry

she’s either a big top little bottom or a little bottom big top kind of girl.

loved an a-line skirt or dress

lots of cute lesbian earrings (like she has a pair shaped like candy hearts and another shaped like little bottles of root beer).

she also loves thrifting for new clothes!

「 your relationship with the boys 」

yeonjun — junnie takes care of you a lot because of how clumsy you are. he’s the one who reminds you to slow down or watch where you’re going. big older brother vibes <3 he’s also always willing to listen to you ramble about the things you like with the fondest smile on his face. he just likes listening to you talk. from the beginning, yeonjun is the member you consider to be family the most. you just get along very well naturally and always ended up paired together when you were trainees. everyone likes to joke that you were rivals since you are both so competitive, but in reality no one cheers you on more than yeonjun (and vice versa!) your grandmother loves him and always asks him to take good care of you while you are so far from home (which he does).

soobin — soobin treats you like a baby most of the time, honestly, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t take you seriously. he knows how important you are to the group and sometimes he even comes to you for help if he’s having trouble learning the choreo. the two of you have a very carefree, playful friendship and you’re always getting into trouble together, especially when you were trainees. you bring out the rebellious side of each other, so managers always sigh when they see that you have schedules together. soobin is the most protective of you out of all of the members, though. he might play around with you, but he’s always on the look out for creeps (you have a lot of sasaeng fans).

beomgyu — because you and gyu are the same age, you’re probably the closest with him in the group. like if yeonbin is the biggest ship among MOAs, you and beomgyu are the second biggest (only in a platonic way ofc: we don’t support romantically shipping idols on this blog </3). you guys are just besties doing bestie things. you’re always together, getting food, practicing, doing vlives. you have the kind of friendship that lets you communicate with just a glance, whether it’s an inside joke or a cry for help across a crowded room. you also share a lot of clothes (although all of txt does that). beomgyu also likes sending you song lyrics whenever he’s writing music to see what you’d think of them. he just loves you a bunch and cares about your opinion the most.

taehyun — tae is your little voice of reason. he knows that you have a tendency to do things without thinking too much about it first, so he’s usually the person to say, “hey, maybe not.” but that doesn’t mean that he’s always the parent. he’s a little younger than you, and he honestly does depend on you more than anyone would think. he always goes to you when he needs advice or just someone to listen to him when he’s frustrated because he knows you won’t be judgy and you’re good at being quiet while someone else talks. he also really likes when you give him head pats (he’s the closest to your height so it’s easy for you to reach the top of his head) but he would never admit that.

hueningkai — you and huening are like little puppies. you get along really well, but you make each other laugh a lot, so photoshoots together never end well. in the beginning of your friendship, things were kind of icy between you because you were both friends with soobin but not with each other. it took a few months of practicing together to get you to warm up to each other and show your true colors (which are much more similar than you thought they would be). luckily, that time has meant that you are very good at working out conflicts between each other and you’re not afraid to be mad at each other. you also trust kai more than anyone. he knows all of your secrets and you know his, so you literally can’t betray each other. that being said, he does often cheat when he plays games with you (you can’t prove it, but he does!)

#txt #tomorrow x together #txt reactions #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai

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yongiefilms · 3 years

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FILM | Together Alone

BASED ON | The NCT secret santa collaboration feature done by bumblebeenct and lucaswithnoshirt studios over @neoculturechristmas headquarters

DEDICATED TO | My own precious secret santa, @sly-merlin! This one is for you my love. I hope I did you justice for the type of fic you requested and I hope you like it! By the way I apologize for getting your present to you late.

STARRING | Huang Renjun and Female Reader

FEATURING | Lee Donghyuck

GENRE | Romance, Drama, Angst, Fluff, Business centred, and Holiday centred

RATING | PG-13

WARNINGS | Thematic elements, suggestive references and implications, crude humor, language, mentions of death, a deceased parent, drinking, alcohol, and other adult themes

PLOT | Everyone knew him. The heir to the multimillion dollar company. Next in line to inherit the top pharmaceutical business in all of China and South Korea. For being only 20 years old he was the most accomplished person of his age. Set to become the CEO at age 21 on his birthday, nearly a few months away, there was nothing that could deter him down the road for further success. They say he’s envied by most, yet loved all the same. If only people knew who Huang Renjun really was without his family’s name plastered against the walls of society that gave him fame and fortune. Only one would have the chance to find out the truth of his reality and sometimes when that comes near the end of a year shutting close, not everything can end pleasant like one hoped. OR Happy endings might not exist in this messed up world.

RUNNING TIME | 6.4k

DIRECTOR’S NOTE | Happy Holidays, my loves! This work is in honor of you all and the amazing year you all gave me with your immense love as well as support. I appreciate every single one of you more than you will ever know so I wish happy days among you this season and new year. I love you and please enjoy! Also, shout out to my lovely proofreader, @dvrlingrenjun, you’re the best.

1, 2, 3 Now Rolling...

“Fuck them all!” Huang Renjun yells out in frustration, leaning back abruptly in his black cushioned chair, his hands clutching tightly at his dark strands of hair.

The younger boy smirks at him, leaning against the pillar by his office. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

A glare was sent in his direction in retaliation. “Shut up, Donghyuck.”

“Sure, big guy,” he dismisses, the jab made at the older visible with the way his words cut through the air. “Still doesn’t render the fact that you have to go to this event like you always do.”

Renjun groans, his right hand going around his left wrist to play with the gold Cartier bracelet that rested there. A gift given to him when he turned the legal age of eighteen a few years ago. A gift given to him by his father, on behalf of his mother or so it was said. One that was a promise of luxury and achievement if he continued down the path they set out for him. His decision then when he was an adult to decide his fate, but that was only a lie. The bracelet was only a bribe for a materialistic life where he could be well off and if he stepped away then he would be stripped of everything that made him who he was.

“I know, okay? We do it every year but that still doesn't take away from the fact that I hate it. I hate all of it.”

Perhaps his father was a part of that.

“Well,” Donghyuck drawls, shrugging his shoulders when he lifts his body off the pillar to take long strides in order to reach the other boy. “At least it’s out of town this year so I’m down...I mean free vacation.” He gives a toothy grin, his eyes sparkling of juvenescence and a thrill for adventure, mystery, excitement. At least one of them still had a childlike soul and a more or less normal life while the other was forced to grow up too fast in the spotlight where eyes were scrutinizing his every move before he could even walk.

They called it maturity, but Renjun calls it loss of youth.

“You’re such a freeloader,” Renjun mutters, his hands stopping from playing with the bracelet to glance up in exasperation.

“Says the boy inheriting an almost billion dollar company without batting an eye,” Donghyuck snorts with an eye roll, picking at his nails that now gained all of his attentiveness.

It was true after all.

Renjun laughs in mockery. “You’re just jealous, so I wouldn’t be talking if I were you.”

Donghyuck sighs loudly for effect. “Cous, I wouldn’t want your life even if I tried. Some horrifying shit.” He shakes his head, obviously disturbed by the notion.

Renjun’s voice becomes small, yet firm. “It isn’t that bad...”

Donghyuck finally stops twiddling with his fingers to give the other the time of day with a look of obvious reluctance. “Uncle is scary, can you blame me?”

“Guess not, that man is my father.”

“Exactly and as much as I would love to continue this conversation,” Donghyuck glances at his crisp navy steel Bulgari watch, seeing the time half past noon. “I got to run, meeting with the boys soon and I just needed to deliver the message before that. Little pit stop if you will.” His hands flair out in a theatrical motion as if he were giving a bow.

“Oh?” Renjun raises an eyebrow, hands reaching out to get started on the stack of papers placed at the edge of his desk by his receptionist before Donghyuck’s surprised arrival. “Say hi to them for me.” He pauses in afterthought, knowing the younger’s antics. “Or not.”

Donghyuck’s boisterous laugh rings. He knew him so well. “Very funny, but oh, wait!”

The increase in his tone attracts the older’s regard who was beginning to read through the proposal. “Yes?”

“Here,” Donghyuck states, reaching into the back pocket of his chinos to pull out a small black velvet box with gold edging. “An early present of sorts. I assumed you might like it.” He slides the box over on the desk where it is caught in the grasp of delicate hands.

“Proposing are we? You know we are related right?” Renjun smiles snidely, running his fingers over the soft velvet in wonder. It was rare to get a gift from Lee Donghyuck himself and with the right intentions at that.

“It would be an honor and privilege to marry me, thank you, but no it’s just...open it when I leave. I’m not into that sappy shit as you know. I have a matching one too, but yeah merry early Christmas and New Years.” His easy grin widens as he winks to take backward steps to the exit of the office. Always one for a dramatic flare.

“Matching...we can’t be a couple either, Hyuck,” Renjun says, shaking his head while he puts the box down on his desk in wait.

Donghyuck flips him off and grits out a reply. “Shut up and be grateful for once.”

Turning his head back to his papers, he mutters, “Oh, I am.”

“Anyways, bye you fucker. Don’t drown in work,” Donghyuck lets out once he turns his back.

“Thank you for caring, delivery boy,” Renjun shouts as his cousin finally opens the door to exit after his much longer than anticipated stay.

Donghyuck’s hands still on the silver knob before he can fully push the door. “When don’t I? If you’re gone then that means I would have to inherit the company and as much as I would love the money, the fame, the attention, maybe even the girls...I don’t want that responsibility. You get me?”

Renjun rolls his eyes, spinning the black ballpoint pen between his index and ring finger. “Just say you’re lazy and go.”

“I am going!” Donghyuck exclaims while he turns his head over his shoulder, shooting the boy sitting at the desk that didn’t quite fit him well, another wink. “Bye for real, Junnie!”

The door at last closes and he is gone in a blur of colors.

Renjun mumbles under his breath. “I told you not to call me that.”

His mother used to call him that and she didn’t have the chance to stay long in this world. Taken too soon is what they say, but maybe she was blessed before everything turned to stone.

With Donghyuck’s departure, Renjun looks over at the lone box that was gifted to him, perhaps not a gift like the others that held no meaning, for this one was an outlier in the equation. Donghyuck never gave without meaning or gain so it had to be special.

He places his pen down and picks up the box, undoing the clasp that held it close. The box opens to a sight he has gotten used to, yet there was a disparity. In between the cushion of the velvet laid a beautiful silver Chopard ring. The band was simple in design, yet intricate with the signature ice cubes filled with small sparkling diamonds across the entire width. Renjun handles the ring with care once it is taken out of the box to inspect every detail. Not only was the brand engraved in stunning cursive on the inside, but Donghyuck had gotten the ring customized with the word family in the same writing on the opposite side of the inner circle.

Renjun runs his fingers over the engraving, the words rough under his calloused hands. He hums in thought as he slips the ring on his middle finger, the radiance seeping in from the windows catching the precious metal. “Family...family...I haven’t had one in a long time.”

The truth is he had, has, but he was too blind to see.

Family is not just those that are immediate, composing of a father and mother or even siblings. Family can also entail the greater extent from cousins to aunts to grandparents. Family can even be those that are not blood related like the friends a person surrounds themselves by.

Renjun has family. If only he could acknowledge them before they too left him utterly alone.

Alone was something Renjun was not for the days to come.

A week later after his cousin delivered the news about the annual holiday vacation and company sponsored events that his family has been hosting since his late teen years, he was flown in a private plane against his will to a remote town near Busan, far off from the heart of Seoul. He would rather spend the holidays in the city where he grew up like all those past seasons ago, but his father decided there was a need for change, a mirror of one forthcoming in virtually three months. Usually those that made the trip came for the designated three days they were given which still involved work communications with scant room for relaxation depending on the schedules of selected individuals. However, if one was a Huang, which Renjun was the only one left along with his father that were at least part of the business, then departure and stay differed. Intermingled was the Huang winter vacation with that of business affairs, a factor that was born when the tradition started. His father always said to kill two birds with one stone when given the chance and this very situation was one he took hold of to morph into a personal gain.

Nothing was ever as it seemed with his father, nor himself. One characteristic they shared among a hundred to a thousand polarities.

Albeit this time around, Renjun had fought against his father’s wants, which was not the first instance, but was one that ended in surprising success. Success he tasted on the daily, even if all was bitter with no room for happiness. However, this success was sweet with contentment, ending with an awfully horrid aftertaste. Convincing his father to fly him out along with the others on the 23rd of December instead of the 20th was a victory no less. At least he didn’t have to spend unwanted days in the presence of his old man longer than necessary.

He arrives in wealth and social standing like he always did for once his black A.Testoni dress shoes hit the white tiled floor of the airport’s general aviation ramp building, everyone within his general vicinity, even those afar, are taking heed to his every need, that as of now are limited.

A slightly older woman who he deems as his assistant, comes into view, her black Prada heels clicking loudly against the tile as she advances with a clipboard and her trusty cell in her hands to the boy. She cheerful speaks into the empty building, her smile unwavering. “Mr. Huang, I am glad you had a safe flight. I printed your itinerary for the next couple of days that I will hand to you once we are in the limo. Considering it is…” She glances at her Apple Watch Series 6 to check the time. “Two forty three as of now, we can drop off your luggage at the Lodge and get you settled into your room before your three fifteen lunch with Mr. Kim and his wife at the Yongsusan Café. You will be with them for an hour before the rest of the afternoon is yours to spend productively. Then at six o’clock the maids and stylists will come by to get you ready for the business meeting at seven thirty, following with a small dinner party with those same individuals, including their wives and children. Sounds good?”

Renjun does not even have time to reply before his assistant speaks again.

“Yes, okay! Let’s get going then.” She turns on her heel abruptly, yet with expertise without room for error and begins taking steps away from the plane to the left. “The limo should be this way, follow me while your luggage gets loaded. The drive should not take more than ten minutes.”

He has no choice but to accompany her as he would not be able to make a run for it, he will be caught within seconds. He tried once and that was only one failure amongst little to none in his book.

His strides are slow and lousy as if he had all the time in the world to do as he pleased, when he in fact did not, far from it in actuality. Even so before he knows it he reaches the limo and is lurched forward in motion towards his destination for the next few days. The place his dad selected oozes with sumptuous intent, being a gorgeous mid-century modern wooden lodge that nearly looked like a manor upon inspection. As the limo pulls up to the front, Renjun is able to see the beauty up close that he is entranced by even if he seems unfazed. New places and people excite him more than he lets on for his life is dull, lacking fulfillment of an unknown tomorrow.

The porter, who is situated in patience by the front doors, strides forward to open the door of the limo, permitting Renjun to step out with the authority and grace bestowed upon him.

When he crosses the threshold into the Lodge he is met with an even better interior that rivaled that on the outside, but he is not allowed to ponder too much on the design before the head manager greets him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Huang, it is certainly a pleasure for you to stay with us at the Lodge this fine holiday season. I am Gwan Jang-Mi and I will be showing you to your room today along with giving you a small tour of this place in order to familiarize yourself with the setting. If you look here to your left…”

Her speech is drowned out into obscurity as Renjun’s awareness shifts to another woman, one so stunning that he is surprised he did not take notice sooner. When sauntering through the entryway into the resting room that will be cleared out in the next couple of hours, a bar is situated to the left where you stand, arranging countless bottles of liquor to wine on the counter, no doubt for the little party later or for the meeting. Those men were heavy drinkers and needed alcohol to make it through the rest of the evening. Renjun did drink to drown his sorrows, worry, and anxiousness away, but he was not one to throw himself down a spiraling hole of darkness nor chaos that he could not get out of, for those consequences were ones he did not want to reap.

The soft sunlight peaks through the high guarded windows, shining down on your face that enunciates your features. For simply being in a black polo and khaki pants, you made it work and drew all attention to yourself without even knowing the power you held.

The moment of admiration comes to a close when Renjun is ushered away from the ground floor to make way to his room in the upper levels, leaving you behind.

Yet that would not be the last time.

Time goes by slowly when there is no purpose, no meaning to the daily workings of one person in the masses of others. Renjun has experience in that regard, time always goes by slowly for him and exhausts him a great deal like a rotary clock that seeks no end.

He was worn out by the time he got back to the Lodge in the early evening due to the stay with the Kims went longer than necessary and he was called elsewhere upon emergency to discuss future matters. He did not have time for himself like his assistant had plainly made known so there he was, collapsed head first into his silk covers, ten minutes to six.

Instead of taking a long awaited nap he is ushered up and into more formal wear after a cleanse from the bustle of bodies that barge into his room.

No privacy. No sense of normality.

That is the normal.

The next few hours go by in blur from him sitting in front of a mirror to have his hair styled to sitting in front of burly old men that were associates and inventors of the company in a grad meeting room with locked doors and the finest assortment of liquor that money can buy.

He is out of the confines in no time, not even bothering to say one final hurrah before he lurches himself out the door and into the now cleared out resting room. One of the servers comes by then dressed in all black attire that was nothing of the typical black and white uniform, edging towards a usual guest. Renjun snatches a glass of sparkling champagne and gulps it down in one go off their silver platter, discreetly of course, for he has to look composed—sober throughout the entire affair. He always could hold his alcohol without a problem and he felt blessed to have that advantage. One thing he is proud of.

He is whisked away not even moments after by one of the older investors, Mr. Han, to moreover chew over the end of the year budget and his stance on future decisions to be made in the new year. From the corner of his eye while listening to the man talk in a flamboyant manner, he sees his father standing with a glass of white wine happily talking to another investor, a more influential one, the most influential one of them all and his wife along with their daughter who was not even carefully surveying the room in search of someone.

Renjun’s eyes widen in shock, mumbling under his breath, “Shit.”

Mr. Han stops the flow of words out his mouth, his eyebrows rumpling together. He did not hear the swear word the boy uttered, yet he heard something in passing. “Pardon?”

Renjun shakes his head vaguely, bringing his third glass of champagne in the air as a sign of departure. “Ah excuse me, Mr. Han, but it seems I have been beckoned elsewhere.” His eyes shift over to his father who was not making direct eye contact with him, but Mr. Han did not need to know that little detail as he observes Renjun’s line of sight.

Mr. Han chuckles brightly. “I see, well I must not keep you from your father.”

Renjun smiles. “No, you must not, but we shall continue this conversation later, Mr. Han. I am sure you have much more to say and I will happily discuss further with you.”

Mr. Han waves his hand in the air nonchalantly. “We shall. Now off you go.”

Renjun nods his head, his lips still quirked up in a smile, this one more genuine than the last, as he makes a beeline towards his father to make everything seem more believable. Though once he no longer feels the eyes of Mr. Han on his retreating back he switches routes, going to the left rather than straight ahead. He circles around the opposite side, catching a stark mop of washed out red hair amongst the crowd in the process—Donghyuck. His cousin is not alone, however, talking rather freely with a girl he could not quite see in his peripheral vision. The grin on Donghyuck’s face is undeniable even with his back turned and the way Renjun hears the tiny giggles you are emitting, all is too familiar, which is the perfect cause for a disruption.

Renjun does not acknowledge his cousin when he arrives at the bar, the younger boy too immersed in conversation so he signals for the other worker that comes becking to his call.

“A Negroni, on the rocks.”

The girl nods in understanding and turns to prepare the drink while Donghyuck still has not noticed his presence. The younger boy always did focus on what was in front of him rather than on his surroundings, contrary to his cousin that saw the whole picture. Two contrasting people surely with unlike futures ahead of them.

The frosted glass with the reddish-orange liquid and topped with orange shavings is served to him a minute later, placed in front of him on a matching glass coaster.

He clears his throat loudly in an attempt to catch Donghyuck’s attention. “Thank you.”

A method that proves effective since the younger boy finally turns his head to the right to see Renjun sitting on the barstool next to him, sipping casually on his high class Negroni.

His eyes are wide, but he masks his shock with a subtle smirk. “Jun! Well, well, if it isn’t the mini man himself. How long have you been sitting there?”

Renjun snorts into his glass, shaking his head at the dig Donghyuck made at his height, always one out for blood. “Far too long to have noticed your flirting from across the room, Hyuck.” It is now his turn to smirk, but Donghyuck’s own is still unfaltering.

“I take pride in my skills, glad you gave your time of day to notice.” He elevates his glass up then, filled most likely with a Nicolashka, his favorite holiday drink to date, and takes a sip himself, a move Renjun mimics.

Then your voice interrupts. “Sorry to cut in, but I have to get back to work. You’ve been distracting me for the last ten minutes, mister.” Your stern gaze is directed at Donghyuck from the latter statement. Although once your words are uttered, Renjun focuses his eyes on you, scrutinizing your appearance. The very girl he saw earlier today, the girl Donghyuck so happened to have a chance with before him—you.

Donghyuck laughs, the smirk morphing into a shiteating grin. “I told you, call me Hyuck.”

“Well, Hyuck, I have to get back to work...plus I am sure you want to talk to your friend.” Your gaze flickers to Renjun in that instance and lingers there longer than necessary that has him laughing to himself.

Donghyuck’s charm only goes so far.

The younger boy peers at Renjun when you utter out friend, and he smiles small in remorse. “Sadly, but do not let me keep you from your work.”

You turn your back on him, your eyes catching Renjun’s in the process before you look away from the intensity of the dark orbs. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

You leave the bar area then most likely to put on an apron that Renjun noticed you had not worn throughout the entire duration. Donghyuck simply distracted you before the start of your shift and after, not a good trait to inherit.

Donghyuck hums, but let’s the remark go as he fully turns to Renjun to start up that conversation.

He raises an eyebrow. “Must you always keep me from having fun?”

Renjun shrugs his shoulders, swishing the liquid in his glass. “Not always, but I was saving that girl from misery. You should be thankful that I care enough.”

Donghyuck taunts. “Oh wow I feel so special.”

Renjun sternly eyes him, his voice lowering. “You should.”

Donghyuck’s lips open to retort a response, but no words are spoken on his end for his eyes look over the older boy’s shoulders and he catches sight of someone none of them truly like or have liked after the incident. He sees her.

“Well fuck, here comes the devil,” is all he makes out and the phrase enough has Renjun turning his own head hastily to see who he was watching. Such is when he sees his ex-girlfriend, Cha Yeona, prowling straight towards their way.

“I’m going to go...so good luck, mate. You’ll need it.” Donghyuck pats Renjun’s shoulder in departure and his gesture of sympathy, leaving him in the wake of a girl he really did not wish to see or converse with.

Once he leaves the bar in quick speed, you come in at that exact moment, your eyes zoning in on the way Yeona’s dainty hand latches onto Renjun’s forearm in greeting. You turn away from the image, busying yourself with wiping down the glasses.

“Oh! What a lovely surprise,” Yeona voices, letting her hand maneuver down to place on top of Renjun’s hand in which she gives him a faint squeeze thereof. He flinches from the contact, retracting his hand to slip into the pocket of his Burberry blazer while the other rims his glass.

He peers at her intently, a potency that has her giggling nervously. His looks could kill whenever he was serious with a blank face and austere hollows of eyes. “Hello, Yeona.”

She sits down gracefully on the stool next to him, crossing her long unblemished legs over each other, her hands placed in her lap. Her smile is bright and makes him want to pull out his hair. She was always two-faced. “Hi Jun Jun! How have you been?”

He lets the pet name go, but does not glance at her again, looking over her head at the white lights strung outside. “Good.”

Silence engulfs them that has her fidgeting out of discomfort. He evidently did not want to talk. She reaches her hand out to touch him once more that has him leaning away. She sighs in defeat, retreating from the gesture. She would have to reach him some other way. “Well...I—”

He cuts her off from continuing, drowning the last contents of his drink before he pushes the glass away towards the server at the end of the counter. He puts a hand up. “Save it. I have no reason to talk to you again. Leave.”

He arches his eyebrow when he sees she makes no move to leave and he chuckles darkly. “Do I have to tell you again? Or should I have security escort you out?”

She flinches from the tone of his voice and gulps, her throat becoming exceptionally dry. She hurriedly stands up, almost ripping over her heels and departs without a goodbye, not that he wished to get one from her. Her slim body covered in a blood red dress slips into the crowd and Renjun finally releases the breath he was holding.

He tugs at the strands of his gelled back hair. “Fucking bitch,” he mutters, lifting a finger in the air to signal for another drink that the server speedily moves to make.

“A little harsh, don’t you think?”

Renjun lifts his eyes to see you gaping at him, an eyebrow uplifted in fascination as you finally were in your uniform, a white cloth draped over your shoulders. Renjun runs his hand through his hair and scoffs from the remark thereafter. He was sure the stylists would be upset to see him dishevel their mighty work, but he could care less.

He shakes his head, the strands of hair rustling. “No, I think not. She deserves it.”

“Wow. Again, harsh.” You laugh mockingly and grab his drink that was slid over by your coworker to clean the glass again. You place the beverage down on the coaster which he takes with pleasure, muttering a small thank you that you can barely hear amidst the classical music playing in the background. Your hands make contact for a split second that has tingles erupting on your end, in a rather cliche response, yet he made no move of the feeling.

There is quietness again that makes you flustered since you were never one to enjoy the muted scenery, always wanting a sound ringing in your ears. While Renjun enjoyed the still, always wanting a sound that faded in the wind and never made a comeback appearance.

In a desperate attempt to keep conversation while making yourself busy by fixing up the bottles of alcohol, you propose a question that invades his privacy, whilst he never had privacy to begin with, a factor you were left in the dark about.

“So...um...your girlfriend?” You ask, in regards to Yeona that left some minutes ago.

Renjun snorts, placing down his glass and interlocks his hand to rest his chin on, a move to focus solely on you. “Right. She’s my ex-girlfriend actually so you’re not entirely wrong.”

You mumble out a quiet, “Oh.” It was not your business to know his affairs after all, yet there was a voice nagging within that made you curious to find out every part of him.

The tranquility hugs the both of you once more, until he questions you out of the blue.

“You want to get out of here?”

To say you are shocked is an understatement, since you are in fact bamboozled beyond belief. He says the declaration with so much firmness and certainty, it has your heart twisting on the inside.

You lightly laugh to mask the shock and turn around to really look at him, a look that he reciprocates. “I don’t even know you.”

A keen smile is visible on his lips. “Exactly the point. You have nothing to lose.”

You shake your head, leaning against the counter of the bar to stare into his eyes that look so lifeless, yet beautiful. “Maybe, but this is my job. I can’t just bail.”

He leans his head closer to you, an act that allows you to a whiff of the Christian Dior Ambre Nuit cologne he wears and his minty fresh breath. “Of course you can.” His soothing voice turns teasing as he smirks. “Don’t worry I won’t tell.”

You scoff to yourself, surprised by his mannerisms of outforwardness. You look around then to see if anyone is watching the two of you, but all eyes are elsewhere and you let out a sigh of relief. Another girl comes into the bar when you glance to the side, most likely to cover the next shift that was not yours quite yet, be that as it may you did have a break coming up.

Renjun outstretches his hand in patience, his smirk slowly growing, even if it was borderlining a smile that you could see right through. He hums in anticipation and you give in.

“Okay fine, but not for too long,” you say as you rest your hand in his. The cold of your fingers meet his warm ones and you latch on for dear life, afraid to let go.

He grins at you and squeezes your hand. “No promises.”

Then he proceeds to drag you out of the bar, tugging you to who knows where. The tingle of a secret keeps you on your toes and you become giddy, laughing along the halls as he steers you left, right, straight, left, right, up...a never ending cycle of adventure.

“Where exactly are you taking me?” You ask after gaining the courage. He is intimidating in some regards, the thought of how he acted towards his ex-girlfriend as visible as day in your mind.

He shrugs, finally slowing down. “Who knows. Could be outside in the cold or near a fireplace in the warm. You will just have to see.”

“That certainly gives me no direction at all.”

He turns his head to look at you and stops suddenly, having you nearly crash into his back before he tugs you to the other side. He chuckles when he sees your horrified face from almost busting your nose. “That was the point, darling.”

You huff in annoyance when he continues walking, the pressure of his fingers around your own feels heavier as time drags on and your heart has no sense of calm, constricting with the name of endearment that slipped past his slim lips.

“Okay, we are here!” He announces and lets go of your hand, the bareness of his heat leaving you shivering. You take a step back from planting your feet firmly on the floor and glance around the room in which he stopped. It was one of the upper level rooms with strict access only to the most wealthy of the associates and investors. His family must be one of those highly regarded, if only you knew how highly regarded his family is, being the ones with the most status, the most affluent lifestyle. However, you would remain clueless.

“Oh, wow. The view up here is amazing.”

Renjun laughs, placing his hands in the front pocket of his slacks as he strolls around the room, glancing at the glowing fire that was left on and the books that were sealed shut. “Trust me, I am well aware. Why do you think I brought you up here?” He gives you an exasperated stare, peering past at the giant window you stood in front of that showcased the whole town, now covered in sleek white snow. It must have snowed while he was conversing with others at the party for when he arrived at the meeting hours ago, the land was void.

The white flakes are still falling outside, delicately covering everything in one uniform color that leaves you in awe and he is left admiring you, how at peace you are. How free you look, an emotion he never held onto in his entire life.

“So besides admiring this view, what are we doing up here?” You ask, your fingertips grazing the cool frosted glass of the window, seeing beyond to the endless landscape and twinkling stars along with lights of the houses nearby.

Renjun answers bluntly. “Admiring the view.”

You can’t stop the titters from escaping you and you roll your eyes, an action he sees through the reflection.

He steps forward, coming up besides your figure to look more clearly at the breathtaking scenery of a winter wonderland. “No, I’m joking...at least partially.”

You giggle some more, interlocking your hands in front of you. “I didn’t know you had it in you to joke.”

It is now his turn to laugh. “Darling, I have a lot in me that you don’t know.”

You sigh solemnly, taking a step back to turn around, examining the other objects around the room. “Oh, I’m sure.”

He is an enigma waiting to be unraveled, but you would not be the one to solve his case and that alone is an idea that scares you.

Before you can get farther away, his hand wraps around your wrist, preventing you from escape. You peer down at his hand then up to his eyes, your eyebrows scrunching together in perplexity.

He does not speak, only drags you into him to where you are now chest to chest, only an inch of distance between your bodies. The closeness between the two of you leaves you breathless and gasping for air. His thumb carrasses your arm and runs down to the palm of your hand, enveloping his fingers around your skin. Your eyes are trailing the movements and you take a sharp intake of breath, curious as to what can happen next. He hooks his other free index finger under your chin to lift your face up so he can see you in distinct luminosity.

You have gazed at his eyes practically all evening, but nothing has prepared you for seeing him up close. He is even more handsome in full definition from the lines on his soft pink lips to his perfectly tousled hair.

“You’re beautiful,” he mutters, his thumb running along your cupid’s bow. “Absolutely and breathtakingly beautiful.”

You gulp, the words drying up in your throat for what could you say to his compliment?

Then everything happens at once.

His hand moves to wrap around the back of your head and he tugs you closer by the other until you are pressed up against each other. He lightly pushes your head forward and contact is made.

Lips against lips. Moving and moving against each other, taking all your breath away for the second time within a span of a few seconds.

He lets go of holding your hand and wraps his arm around your waist, to pull you closer if such is even possible. To make the contact more tender and desirable.

You suppose desire is that which allows the moment to escalate further. From a mere innocent kiss to a fiery passion of craving for more.

When your lips separate, he does not think twice before grabbing your hand once more and dragging you down the long corridor to arrive at his secluded room around the corner.

He opens the door with haste as you come tumbling in after him, grabbing, pulling, tugging until all that is left is just you and him.

The frantic beats of two hearts.

The heat of skin pressed against skin.

Simply two bodies that became one all due to the desire floating around the room and pushing you to the limit.

You lost yourself in him that night and he in you.

Lost to the pure ecstasy of pleasure during the season of joy and love.

Yet the season could also be one for giving and taking.

You wake to a cold bed the next morning.

Gone is the warmth of a boy who made you feel like you were on top of the world, someone special enough to demand notice and have anything that is asked for.

Gone is the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear, the words of assurance, comfort, and false love that made you feel worth it and simply protected.

Gone is the long lingering touches of his fingers pressing into you and dancing along the lines of your body to explore and learn.

Gone is the feeling of his lips on your skin that was enough to ignite you ablaze and leave you seeing all the colors of the rainbow.

Gone is he—Huang Renjun.

All that remains of the remembrance from the night is the note he left by the oak bedside table, one that crushed the dream of longing and hope within. One that slapped you with the crude reality of who he truly was, is, in a place that you did not belong to and never would.

Thanks for last night, but it’s a one time thing. You can see yourself out. Happy holidays.

He signed the note with his initials, H.R. and his family’s embroidered seal.

Then you realize in that moment, your bare body covered in his silk covers in the large suite he had all to himself, that the holidays are not for everyone.

You can either be together with someone else or alone by yourself.

Never the two.

Always one or the other.

You had hoped to be together yet alone with him in privacy to make your own memories away from prying eyes, but at the end of the day you were by yourself and he was too.

That is how life works in this sick, twisted world.

Men against men. Women against women. Everyone against everyone.

Alone.

Never together.

Like he and you.

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the bakery | kim mingyu

ミ★ synopsis: in which minghao and seokmin take mingyu to a strip club to celebrate his 22nd birthday, but why are they standing in front of a bakery?

ミ★ genre: stripper!yn, suggestive, fluff

ミ★ warnings: the reader is a stripper in this so there’s mentions of borderline nudity !! if you’re uncomfy by that then i don’t recommend this oneshot is for you <3

ミ★ word count: 2,264

ミ★ pairings: mingyu x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! this is my most like... scandalous oneshot i’ve written omg. it’s funny though because there’s absolutely no smut in this but that’s fine. i got this idea when my friend and i were talking about our inside jokes, and i realized that our main one, the bakery, was actually a really epic prompt. i could’ve made this into a series but alas... closing my eyes. hope you like this <333

“Okay, but I would rather not go to a strip club to celebrate my 22nd birthday. I would’ve been fine with bbq.” Mingyu says as he steps out of the car with Minghao and Seokmin at his side, excited smiles on their faces. He glances up at the sight in front of him, raising an eyebrow when he sees a small bakery.

“I feel like we should go to a strip club at least once in our lives.” Seokmin tells him, to which Minghao nods his head in agreement. Mingyu’s eyes widen in confusion when the two lead him into the cute bakery, with a theme of baby pink and leafy plants used as decoration. Mingyu opens his mouth to protest when Seokmin walks up to the counter, only to freeze the moment the cashier pops up with a knowing smile.

“Jun?!” He glances over, winking at Mingyu as he walks to the other counter, raising it up to let the three of them in. Another coworker of Jun’s takes over the register, waiting for another customer.

“Happy birthday big guy.” Jun greets Mingyu, patting his back as they follow him into the kitchen.

“You guys are making me work on my birthday?” Mingyu asks with wide eyes as they step past the kitchen. Minghao lets out a giggle at that, shaking his head while Jun and Seokmin roll their eyes. Jun opens a door, showing a glowing staircase leading downstairs. He turns to glance at Mingyu, lips curving up into a smirk. “You’ll see.”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow at the sound of a bass as they walk farther down the stairs, only for his mouth to drop open when they finally make it to the bottom floor. He takes in the dark purple lights illuminating themselves on the ceiling and floor, noticing a crowd beginning to gather around the stage. The ceiling is made of mirrors, and he sees his reflection from above. He’s about to look around more, but immediately covers his eyes when a girl walks past him in nothing but a thong and a bra. Seokmin and Minghao laugh at Mingyu’s innocence, and Jun shakes his head with a smile.

“You’re allowed to look, Gyu.”

“But they didn’t give me their consent.”

“Mingyu, we’re in the middle of a strip club. That’s their work attire. You can look, but you cannot touch unless they give you their consent.” Jun explains, but Mingyu still continues to cover his eyes. Minghao and Seokmin giggle, patting Mingyu’s back as they continue through the club.

“The bakery you work at is an underground strip club?!” Mingyu asks Jun, still covering his eyes as the four guide him towards the front row seats near the stage. “Yup, only those with an invite are allowed to come here.”

“Who decides who gets an invite?” Mingyu gets placed onto the seat, and Minghao removes his hands from over his eyes to be able to see the large stage with a pole right before him. Seokmin sits down beside him, as does Minghao, while Jun just stands in front of them with a knowing grin.

“I do.” Jun answers, and Mingyu’s eyes bulge out of their sockets.

“Since when?!”

“This place was handed down to me by an old friend a year ago, and now I keep things running. I renovated the club a bit, the poles weren’t in the best condition and such.” Jun explains nonchalantly, settling down beside Minghao.

“And you managed to not tell anyone in our friend group… how?” Jun chuckles, as do Minghao and Seokmin.

“I’ve mentioned it before! You typically just close your eyes when I’ve talked about it at our hangouts though.” Mingyu raises a hand to the back of his neck, scratching it in confusion at how he’s the only one who hasn’t known about Jun’s double life. He’s about to ask another question when the lights dim, and then turn back on, then repeat two more times. Seokmin and Minghao grin excitedly, and Mingyu jumps slightly at the start of the loud hoots and cheers from the men and women in the seats behind him.

“What does that mean?” Jun just points towards the stage as his response, and Mingyu turns his head to see a figure hidden by the darkness of the stage.

“You’ll see.”

You let out a breath as you wait for your cue, biting your lip to hide back your smile at the sound of loud cheers behind you. You hear the first beat of the song, earned it, and you turn around slowly. A playful smirk makes its way onto your face as the cheers get louder.

Mingyu’s breath gets taken away from him once the light finally hits you, and Jun knowingly smiles at his reaction. You glance up at the crowd, eyes hooded seductively. Similar to that of a tiger going in for its prey.

a/n: horanghae <3

Jun leans back in his seat, high fiving Minghao and winking at Seokmin, feeling accomplished. All while Mingyu watches in a state of awe as you dance down the stage, slowly inching off the sheer pink, floral robe you’re wearing.

He notices a twinkle on your face, and he feels his heart rate increase when he sees the single diamond under each eye. Your hair falls in waves, giving you the appearance that you’re soft when the way you’re moving is anything but. You smirk as you grasp one of the poles on the side, doing a slow spin around it. You smile at the loud cheers, finally letting the robe slowly fall behind you as you walk towards the pole at the center of the stage. Mingyu clenches the arm of the seat tightly when he sees the pink lace, feeling like he’s about to pass out at your beauty. There’s glitter painted all over your body, giving you the appearance that you’re sparkling under the different lights being shined onto you.

an angel, Mingyu thinks to himself as he watches you do a pirouette.

You grasp the pole, and your eyes trail down to see Jun sitting in the front row. You almost raise an eyebrow at the sight of your friend/boss, only for you to glance to his right and see an incredibly handsome man. You spin around the pole, arching your back as you finally face him again. You give him a smile, sending him a wink, which sends your audience into a frenzy. Seokmin lets out a loud laugh at Mingyu’s reaction, finding him clutching his dress shirt tightly in his hands at the fact that you noticed him.

Minghao and Jun cheer loudly as you grab the pole with both hands, lifting yourself up into the air and doing a fan kick. Mingyu watches with a clenched jaw as you let your feet touch the floor again, leaning your back against it for a quick second.

You smile at the feeling of his eyes on you, excited for him to see the climax of your routine. You grasp the pole with both hands, and give enough momentum to flip yourself upside down, spinning around on the pole for a moment. Before you adjust your hand placement, and let your legs open into a split. Mingyu’s mouth drops open at the sheer power you have, and you grin at the screams.

You land softly onto the stage, and walk down the steps to the floor. The men and women cheer loudly, calling your name in an attempt to try and get you to perform this next part with them, but you pay them no mind.

you’ve already got your eyes on someone.

Mingyu watches with wide eyes as you walk up to him, and Seokmin squeals when you do a pirouette in front of him. You place both hands on either side of Mingyu, and you lean in close to his face, making sure to arch your back as you do so. You smile when you notice how flustered he is, and you step back after blowing him a kiss.

Mingyu watches your back as you dance away, failing to notice that it’s the end of the song. He stares as you go back up to your pole, kneeling in front of it. You grind up against it at the last line, before leaning back into your ending pose. The cheers are deafening around you, and you smile at the money getting thrown onto the stage. You bow at the crowd, making sure to lock eyes with Mingyu, before turning around and walking down the stage.

All while Mingyu stares in a trance as you disappear behind the curtain.

“Who is she?” He asks after a moment of sitting in silence. Jun smiles, having already expected the question.

“Yn, her name is yn.” Mingyu stares at the curtain for a moment, hoping that you’ll come back out.

“She’s beautiful.” Mingyu mutters, and Minghao chuckles along with Seokmin. Jun gets up from his seat, patting Mingyu’s shoulder.

“She’s the best performer here.”

“Hi Junnie!” You greet cheerfully as you enter the bakery, walking up to the counter to order. He turns around and frowns at you, and you scoff at his reaction. “You want cookies? Again?”

“Bitch!” You reach your hand up to slap his shoulder and he laughs, backing away to go and get you the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Taking a quick glance around the cute bakery, you smile softly at how starkly different it is downstairs. It’s similar to that of your double life.

university student by day, most popular stripper at the bakery by night.

You purse your lips once you consider the idea of buying something else, knowing that your classes run a bit longer today due to your lab in the afternoon. You flip your hair over your shoulder as you peek through the window of the display box, trying to see if you want to order something else before you head to your classes in an hour.

“I recommend the mangotale.” A deep voice says behind you, and you grin, turning around to thank them when you pause. Mingyu’s smile slowly falls off his face as he stares into your eyes, finding them to be a lot softer when you’re not performing.

“You’re yn.” Mingyu mutters, and you nod your head in response, words failing to form in your throat. His black hair is fluffy and lays over his forehead, a contrast to it being styled up the night before. He’s wearing a simple muted green polo and jeans, and you find that he seems tiny compared to his actual height. You open your mouth to ask for his name when,

“Ah, so you two finally met.” You and Mingyu both turn to Jun at the same time, who is walking back up to the counter, box of cookies in hand. You let out a smile and clap excitedly at the sweet treats, making Mingyu coo internally at how cute you are.

but also question your duality because how can someone be so cute yet so sexy and borderline intimidating at the same time?!?!

“Yn, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is yn. Now kiss.” Jun states nonchalantly after you hand him your card. You choke on your saliva while Mingyu gives Jun a death glare. To which he just smiles and shoots him finger guns.

“Isn’t that a bit soon? I don’t kiss on the first date, let alone before the date is even considered.” You tell Jun, giving him a look that says:

I will murder you in your sleep if you continue to play matchmaker even though Mingyu is incredibly handsome and definitely my type. Do. Not. Test. Me. I swear to God I will literally break into your apartment and-

“Well, I can treat you to coffee?” Mingyu asks, and you pause your internal monologue to glance at the attractive man. He’s staring at you with a small smile on his face, waiting for your answer, and you gape at him like a fish out of water. Jun chuckles at your reaction, placing your card towards your hand and leaning back against the counter to watch what unfolds.

“Y-you wanna treat m-me to coffee?”

“Jesus Christ yn, you’re literally the most confident person on stage and yet off stage you’re panicking over Mingyu asking you on a date.” Jun states, and you turn to hush him. Mingyu lets out a giggle, and you feel your knees get weak at the wonderful sound. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your response, and you take that moment to muster up the confidence you have on stage.

atta girl, Jun thinks to himself as you glance back at Mingyu and flash him a bright smile.

“Yes, I would like to get coffee with you.” You finally answer, and Mingyu lets out a breath of relief. He turns towards Jun, giving him thumbs up, before turning back to you and giving you a big smile.

“Well, what would you like?” Mingyu asks as he gestures towards the display box of baked goodies, and then points towards the menu with a list of drinks. You giggle happily at the prospect of you being on a date right now, before biting your lip to hide another smile from coming up.

Jun chuckles quietly at you, she’s the most attainable girl at the bakery and yet she’s so giddy about being on a date with mingyu.

“Let’s try the mangotale.” You say, pointing at the mango jelly filled bread that he suggested to you earlier. Mingyu grins at you, feeling that this is going to be the start of something beautiful when you glance back up at him and give him a bright smile.

“Wonderful choice.”

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lavenderlattaes · 4 years

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[ 9:13 pm ] “Yeonjun? What’s up? You don’t usually call me this early,” you say the moment you bring the device to your ear, the soft sounds of crickets chirping in the background filling your ears. You hear the sound of leaves crackling too, and take a quick guess that maybe Yeonjun’s still outside, roaming the streets this late at night.

“What do you mean, sunshine?” Yeonjun asks simply, as you put down the book you were reading to stand up and walk over to your window. You pull the curtains open and push the window open, letting the cool September night air seep in. You peek out the window and sure enough, you see the one and only Choi Yeonjun standing outside your house. You give him a soft, gentle smile.

“Come up.” You say simply before hanging up, and watch a smile bloom on his face too. He doesn’t waste another second before jogging over to the tree conveniently next to your room, climbing up the ladder before he slips in through your window. When he gets inside, you’re already pulling him to your bed, wrapping him up in your comforters while you head over to close the window again.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me why I’m bothering you again like this, sunshine?” Yeonjun speaks up, and you turn around, shaking your head. You climb in next to him, crossing your legs as you cup his face in your hand, stroking the apples of his cheeks gently.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask him quietly, and Yeonjun’s heart flutters. You know him better than himself. You know him like the back of your hand, you know what he needs, when he needs it, and how he needs you to be there for him.

“Maybe later, sunshine.” Yeonjun answers and you give him a smile, before turning around. You open the drawer beside your bed, and pick up another one of your bandaids. Your hand reaches for the one designed with rubber duckies, knowing it was his favorite. You turn back around to face him, and take his hand, placing the small piece of comfort for him in his hand.

“Stay with me until you feel better, bad boy.” You whisper, kissing his forehead softly. Yeonjun can only nod, before pulling you closer to lie down with him. You bring his head to rest in the crook of your neck, knowing that sometimes the tough bad boy Choi Yeonjun didn’t need words for him to know he wasn’t alone.

All he needed was to be held by you.

a/n: happy birthday to moa’s first love, choi yeonjun! technically it’s a day late here where i live, but i still wanted to make something for him. so, please enjoy another badboy! yeonjun timestamp (bc i still have not finished the full-length fic i’ve planned out for him,, forgive me,,,). i love you, junnie! <3

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cheolliewrites · 4 years

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contains: 💬🤍🌪✉️ paring: y/n x minghao, y/n x seungcheol, y/n x jun spotify playlist: listen here Plot:

A multimedia arts student from becomes an exchange student of Pledis University for an entire fall semester. Here, you catch the eye of SVT Creatives & Co, an exclusive club for Pledis University’s top creatives.

A/N:

i’m sorry, but let me break your heart again with junnie’s unrequited love :c a little bit of fluff and crack will be coming in the next chapter to take a break from all the hurt! btw, I already have a plot idea for my 2nd social media au series and (IDOL!!!!) Hoshi is gonna be the lead, whatchu guys think? :3 My first idol SVT au? :3

alsooo, there’s been some lovely readers who DMed me to greet me an advance happy birthday 🥺 and I just want to thank you guys again because your messages were so sweet and thoughtful and uplifting! you can celebrate my birthday with me by staying safe at home, eating well, and playing 20 by Seventeen because I am turning 20 in 1 hour and 8 minutes!

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jaehyunhour · 4 years

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i love you so | huang renjun

summary: after knowing renjun for so long, you decide to finally confess your feelings to him. (requested, but the request was too long to post otherwise it would give the whole au away!)

warnings: none.

2.6k words.

you glance briefly at the clock, noticing it’s already 11:50 and jump out of bed. it’s almost renjun’s birthday, and you want to call him right at midnight to sing happy birthday, but the macarons are in the freezer and you need to defrost them so they’re ready to eat right when the clock strikes twelve. you take three out, carefully plating them in the middle of a small plate, one on top of the other two, and you place a candle in the center of the top one. you’ve liked renjun for as long as you can remember, quickly falling for the way he cared for you when it felt like no one else did. although your heart physically aches at the thought of being rejected by him, a sharp pain shooting through your chest at the mere thought of losing him, your feelings are too strong to hide now. you decide you’re going to confess to him after wishing him a happy birthday.

by the time the desert is set, you’ve slipped on a party hat and set up your phone for your facetime call to renjun. right as the clock strikes twelve, you dial his number and wait for him to pickup. within fifteen seconds, you’re met with renjun’s face and feel a warm fuzzy feeling overtake your body. your cheeks flush pink, and you smile at renjun as if it’s the first time you’re seeing his face. before he can say anything, you light the candle and hold the plate out for him while singing happy birthday.

an ear to ear smile forms on renjun’s face at the sound of your soft voice singing and the look of the slightly askew party had sitting on your head. as you reach the end of the birthday tune, you hold the plate closer to the camera and say: “make a wish, injunnie!” renjun pretends to blow the candle out and you slightly blow without him seeing, so it seems like he actually blows it out. you clap loudly after setting the plate down, and pop a macaron into your mouth.

“happy birthday junnie! what did you wish for?”

“i wished for a big plate of those lemon macarons you make so well,” renjun says before pausing. “and for you to come spend my birthday with me.”

“you want me to come spend the day with you?” you ask, eyes slightly wide and glossy. it’s nothing new for renjun to want to spend time with you, but your heart races every time he asks like you’re a puppy in love.

“yeah, you and the dreamies! they have a few things planned for me, i imagine you can’t make it for breakfast but you could get on the train in the morning and make it in the afternoon, yeah? does that work for you?”

you think for a second, before nodding your head. you had recently accepted a higher paying teaching job in busan, moving you a 3 hour train ride from seoul and, more importantly, renjun. “yeah! i can get on the train around noon, and get there in the afternoon if that’s okay with you? i don’t have any lessons tomorrow but i still need to go into the school in the morning and do some lesson planning, but i will be done by eleven.”

renjun cheers at your answer. “yay, i can’t wait to see you! okay, i’ll let you sleep then so you can get enough rest before going to work in the morning. see you soon, love you.”

“happy birthday again! love you, see you tomorrow.”

renjun waves before ending the call, and you groan loudly as soon as you realize that confessing is going to be harder than you originally thought. while your first plan to confess fails, you decide that you will just write him a letter and get it done with. the train ride will give you a chance to write the letter, and also finish your present for renjun.

as expected, you are able to quickly finish your lesson planning and hop onto the noon train heading out of busan to seoul. you sit next to the window, enjoying the sunlight shining in as you continue your present for renjun. a few months ago, renjun mentioned he enjoyed the look of embroidered sweaters, so you took it upon yourself to learn how to embroider. it took a lot of practicing, but you were finally at a place in your embroidery journey where you felt confident enough to show others your work. for his birthday, you’ve decided to make renjun an embroidered sweater with an outline of your favorite photo of him and the dreamies.

the stitch works comes quickly to you, and halfway through the ride you are done with the sweater. you smile, looking down at the sweater proudly. you fold it neatly, putting it into the gift bag you brought with you, and setting the bag down next to the cooler with the homemade macarons. you pull out the daiso stationary you’ve brought from home, using the top of the cooler as a hard surface to write your letter to renjun. by the time you have perfected everything you want to say to him, there is only thirty minutes left of the train ride. as you stare out the window, the scenery becomes all too familiar and you feel your body warm at the thought of finally being back in seoul. it wasn’t often that you were able to come back to visit, but every time felt like the first. and the thought of seeing renjun sends a bolt of electricity through your body, you stand up in the aisle of the train and jump slightly, ignoring the weird looks from other passengers as you rid yourself of the pre-seeing-the-boy-you’re-stupidly-in-love-with jitters.

once off the train, you’re met with johnny. you didn’t know him very well, only having spoken to him on a few occasions, but you figure he’s here for you. he pulls you into an awkward side hug as you come up to him, and pats your head.

“sorry, i know you’re probably expecting renjun, but he’s still a little busy with his morning birthday activities,” johnny says, taking the cooler from your arms and leading you to his car.

“no, that’s okay, don’t worry! i honestly thought one of the other dreamies would come, but it doesn’t matter as long as i get to renjun!” you assure him.

“yeah, honestly,” johnny says, starting the car. “i’m just doing a favor for mark, who’s doing a favor for one of the other dreamies. i think jeno was supposed to come get you, but he couldn’t so he asked mark, you get the gist.”

you nod slightly, getting into the passenger’s seat of the car. the car ride is comfortably silent, the only noise is the sound of johnny’s breathing and your music playing lowly in the car’s speakers. although it’s only a fifteen minute drive from the station to the dorms, johnny insisted on letting you play your music. once you arrive at the dorm, johnny sends you off with another pat on the head. you thank him softly, taking the cooler back into your arms and making the trek up to the floor the dreamies live on.

the inside of the dorm is absolute chaos. there is confetti everywhere, streamers, a huge banner that reads “happy birthday injoon!” in korean, and a 4 tier birthday cake. no one notices you come in until you scream at the sight in front of you.

“this is an absolute nightmare, oh my fucking god,” you say, almost dropping everything in your arms in shock.

jaemin, the most sane one in that room, quickly meets you at the door and takes everything from your arms as you stare in shock. once your hands are free, renjun runs up to you and pulls you into a hug. one of his hands rests on your back, right between your shoulder blades, and the other is holding your head. he holds you tight as you nuzzle your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and inhaling his scent.

“i missed you so much,” renjun says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i missed you so much more,” you respond, pressing a kiss to his chest. nothing new.

renjun pulls back, holding your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks. “i’m so excited you’re here, thank you for coming. how was the train?”

“it was okay, not too bad. i’m a little sad you didn’t come get me at the train station, though.”

renjun sighs, “i know, i know, i wanted to try and get this place cleaned up before you got here, but it wasn’t enough time.”

“you’re telling me this place was worse earlier?”

“unfortunately, yes. will you help us clean, please?”

“you’re lucky it’s your birthday, junnie.” you stick your tongue out at him, before taking your jacket off and hanging it on the coatrack by the door and getting to work.

between you, renjun, and jaemin it takes you hours to clean the apartment. jeno took chenle and jisung out while you cleaned, figuring that they would just make the issue worse instead of helping. you’re done right as the sun begins setting, and you go up to the roof with renjun to watch the sunset.

“the city always looks so pretty from up here,” you say to renjun, resting your head on his shoulder.

“i bet it doesn’t get as pretty as this in busan,” renjun responds.

“it’s pretty there in a different way, but it could never be as good as seoul. there’s no huang renjun in busan,” you pause. “have you had a nice birthday?”

“it’s definitely been interesting,” renjun starts. “the dreamies woke me up with breakfast in bed, and they took me to the company to practice a bit around noon. i had a vocal lesson and when i got back to the dorm, it was an absolute wreck. i was so stressed, but when i saw you… i felt the stress just leave my body. thank you again for coming.”

you pull yourself off of him, turning to look at him. you grab the gift bag off the floor in front of you and place it in renjun’s lap. “i made you something, i actually barely finished it on the train ride here.”

he pulls the sweater out of the bag, and audibly gasps when he sees it. his fingertips run over the stitching, and he feels himself getting teary eyed as his heart swells.

“oh wow,” he whispers. “you’ve really outdone yourself this time, y/n.” one of renjun’s hands reaches over for yours, and he intertwines your fingers. your palm begins to sweat, heart beating faster than you’ve ever felt before, and you just hope renjun can’t hear it.

“you like it?”

renjun’s other hand comes up to wipe the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes as he turns to face you. “are you kidding me? i love it.”

renjun locks eyes with you and gives you a slight smile, and you smile back. for a split second, renjun’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and you are convinced he’s going to lean in and kiss you — when his phone starts ringing. he pulls it out of his pocket and sighs when he sees the caller id.

“it’s jaemin, we should go back to watch the movie,” renjun says quietly. you nod and stand up to go back, but renjun quickly pulls you into a hug. “thank you,” he presses a kiss to your forehead and you return together to the dorm.

the dreamies are busy trying to figure out how to set up the projector they’ve boughten specifically for this occasion, wanting to watch a movie to end renjun’s birthday celebrations. as they are struggling, the food they’ve ordered arrives and you decide to go wash up before eating. in the bathroom, you wash your hands and stare at yourself in the mirror.

“you got this, y/n,” you say to your reflection. “all you have to do is give him the letter, and that’s it. then you’re home free, that’s all.” you pull your phone out, quickly asking renjun to meet you in the hallway because you have one final gift for him. you step outside of the bathroom, waiting nervously for renjun to arrive. a few minutes pass before he meets you in the hallway, slight concerned etched on his face.

“hey, you said you had something for me?” renjun asks. you had a tiny speech prepared, but as soon as he stepped in front of you, and you saw the way his hair fell in front of his eyes and the way he licked his lips as he waited for a response, your mind went blank. all you could do was pull the letter out of your pocket, shove it into his hand, and place a kiss on his cheek before going into the living room to help the dreamies set up, effectively leaving renjun stunned in the hallway.

happy birthday, renjun! wow, you’re getting old, huh? i hope you love the sweater that i made for you, and enjoy the homemade lemon macarons. you better make them last because i can’t come back to seoul every week to bring you more! not to be sentimental, but i am so glad that i have you in my life. you are so incredibly talented, and treat everyone as if they’re one of your own, and for that i admire you so much. thank you for letting me know you all these years, and letting me celebrate every moment of your life. you are incredible, and i wish i could scream it to the world! renjun day is every day in my heart. i don’t know what i would do without you in my life. you are my best friend, the only person i wholeheartedly trust, and i can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it. which makes what i’m about to say so hard.

this is really difficult for me, because you know how badly i fear rejection, but it’s something that must be said. junnie, i can’t remember a day where i haven’t been in love with you. for as long as i can remember — as long as i have known you — i have had feelings for you, and i’m afraid that it’s too much for me to keep locked inside. you cared for me when it felt like no one else did, encouraged me to follow my dreams, offered a shoulder when i needed one, and even held my hair back when i threw up after the sm halloween party that one year. and for all of those things and more, i have fallen for you. thank you for making me feel special always.

sorry i had to do this on your birthday, but i truly couldn’t wait another day to tell you how i feel. it’s been eating me alive for all this time, and it feels so good to get it off my chest. if you don’t like me back, though, can we pretend this never happened? if you don’t like me back… let’s just pretend this never happened. i would rather pretend this never happened than hear you reject me to my face. happy birthday again, junnie.

i love you so.

y/n.

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