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hvllevator · 2 years

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nct 127 reaction: their s/o falls asleep on another member

a/n: hello lol this was supposed to be seventeen but my brain couldnt rack up 13 different scenarios. I CANT PUT A CUT IM SORRY IM ON MY PHONE

Taeil

Taeil left you in the dorms to accompany some of his band members in buying dinner for fourteen people. Feeling bored from the lack of attention you were getting, you decided to pester the rest of the boys that stayed behind. Your target was Yuta, after playing with his hair and almost screaming his ear out, you started to feel doozy from your previous energy. He laughed at your state and offered himself as a pillow which you gladly agreed.

Taeil returned to the dorms to see you and Yuta tangled up on the sofa. He raised his brow before loudly dropping the bags of food on the coffee table which made the two of you jump apart.

“As much as that warms my heart, I only want Y/N to cuddle with me.”

Johnny

Johnny was too busy playing video games on his computer to pay attention to you. Not that you didn’t mind since he rarely had time to play when he was bush with work. Though you were lonely and tired, you decided to take a nap, spotting Haechan who was also starting to doze off on the sofa. You took a seat beside him and clutched a pillow on your arms. Your head began slowly dropping on Haechan’s shoulder which he only snuggled closer to.

You didn’t know how long you two were in that position until Johnny finished playing and walked out of the room to find you. He frowned at the sight of you getting comfortable with Johnny. Kneeling in front of you before shaking you lightly.

“Baby, wake up. Come on let’s get you to bed.” Johnny whispers before you pulled away from Haechan and accepted his hand as you both walked into his bedroom.

Taeyong

You seated in the car, stuck between Taeyong and Jaehyun, on your way to a fanmeeting venue. The traffic made you feel droopy, your head slowly falling on Jaehyun’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind since he too was in deep slumber, though Taeyong noticed your state, a frown on his lips when he saw.

Gently trying to pry you away from his band member, and onto him instead. At first you resisted but once you sensed his presence, you immediately cuddled up to his touch. Taeyong loosened up when you finally did. Feeling silly that he was about to be upset about the whole thing.

“Sweet dream, princess.”

Yuta

You were waiting for Yuta to return from the convenience store run he had to do since he lost a dare to his members. You didn’t know how long he’s been out but you started dozing off, seated at the sofa. Doyoung noticed your state, rushing to your side to keep you company but you ended up sleeping on him, figuratively and literally. Since you barely talked to him and just started leaning towards him. He decided to let you have your nap, sensing how tired you must be.

Yuta came home short after, spotting you leaning against Doyoung’s shoulder. He dropped the bags of food he held in his hand on the coffee table, making a loud noise which made you flinch away from Doyoung.

“Oh sorry, did I disturb you? Good.”

Doyoung

You were backstage, waiting for Doyoung to finish rehearsing his part of the concert. Jungwoo was there with you, keeping you company. He was rambling about something his members did when you noticed that you weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying. You were more of drooping at the sound of his voice. You occasionally hummed just to give the impression that you were still listening. But your body fell limp on top of his lap. He froze, not knowing what to do other than letting you have your well needed sleep.

Doyoung came walking in with a smile on his face but was immediately wiped off when he saw you. Not that he minded you sleeping on his members, but the way Jungwoo’s arms were wrapped around you made him frown. He walked closer and leaned down on you.

“Y/N, baby. Wake up, you can lean on me instead.” You happily detached from Jungwoo and reached for your boyfriend so that you could feel his warmth instead.

Jaehyun

You and Jaehyun were about to go on a date but he had a last minute schedule he had to attend to and he told you to wait for him at the dorms. You didn’t mind waiting especially since his members kept you company. Mark being the one to entertain you. He told you stories about tour and their concerts, even slipping in some embarrassing moments your boyfriend had. Though in the middle of your conversation, you felt your eyes slowly shutting, and Mark noticed this, offering his lap for you to rest on. Which you accepted, placing your head on it while the rest of your body sprawled on the sofa.

Mark must’ve dozed off as well because when Jaehyun came home, the sight of your arms around his waist didn’t faze him at all. Jaehyun thought of ways to wake you up without it showing that he was a tiny bit jealous of how you were fixated. Deciding to connect his phone to the speaker, playing one of their songs on max. He watched as you almost well off the sofa when you jumped awake.

“Oops? Was that too loud? You can continue your nap in my room, Y/N.” Jaehyun extended his hand for you to grasp on, and you did. Letting him guide you to his bedroom where you both laid down instead.

Jungwoo

You weren’t feeling the best and Taeyong noticed that. Jungwoo was too busy at his studio to realize that your temperature was heating up. Luckily Taeyong rushed to your side and asked if you were okay, even offering to take you home since you’ve just been sitting in their practice room for hours. Politely declining his offer, you told him that you just wanted to take a nap so he took a seat beside you and carefully pushed your head against his shoulder. You hummed as your eyes starting drifting asleep. Jungwoo came out of his studio about an hour later. Immediately looking for you.

After searching for a few minutes. He found you and Taeyong. Taeyong’s head was leaned on top of yours as your head placed on his shoulder. Something within him stirred when he saw how close you were with one another. Deciding to wake you up calmly.

“Y/N?” Jungwoo placed a hand on your arm, feeling your hot temperature. He didn’t waste time on waking you up. Taeyong explaining your situation, Jungwoo felt bad and immediately aided you til you felt better. “Let’s go home, baby. I’m sorry for making you wait.”

Mark

You were squeezed between Mark and Johnny, watching a movie that they picked. It was your weekly movie night with the boys, and you were already starting to doze off not even halfway through the movie. You eyes were drooping and your head slowly fell on Johnny’s shoulder. He didn’t pay any mind to it since it was something that you would often do, not just with him but with the rest of the boys too. You were an affection person. Mark on the other hand, pouted at the fact that you would rather sleep on his friend rather than your own boyfriend. He tried to squeeze his hand between your head and his shoulder but it was no use, and he didn’t want to wake you up. Deciding to let it go, with occasionally checking on you to make sure you won’t go any further.

“I never thought I’d see the day where my girlfriend is cuddling with another man.” Mark huffed.

Haechan

You were spending the rest of your day in their dorms, since your boyfriend invited you over. But Haechan was rather busy playing some video games with his band members, not that you minded, but you were bored out of your mind. Deciding to pester the first member to caught your eye, which happened to be Taeil. Sitting down beside him, he started to chatter you up, instead you felt yourself falling asleep at the sound of his voice. Your head dropped on his shoulder. Once he noticed that you were no longer conscious for the rest of his story, he kept his mouth shut and let you had your sleep.

Haechan got too stressed when his character kept dying so he finally decided to turn his game off and give you all his love. Walking into the living room, he saw you and Taeil in a rather close and comfortable position. His heart pumped against his chest. Watching as you laid there peacefully, with his band member’s arms wrapped around you. Kneeling in front of you, he carefully shook your sleeping figure.

“Princess, let me carry you.” You gave your approval and he carried you up to his room where he held you close.

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3raaaachachacha · 1 year

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11:22 pm

Seo Johnny x female reader / 623 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, heated make out, friends to lovers

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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You had known Johnny for quite a few years now. Never thinking of him as any more than, well, Johnny. The man was the funniest person you’d ever met and your best friend. He, of course, was still a guy, and a handsome one at that, yet the thought of wanting him never passed your mind. Until the two of you were tipsy off beer and soju at your friend’s house to celebrate their birthday. The night was still young, yet everyone was already drunk. You sat next to Johnny as he conversed with your friends. He was always more outgoing than you were.

You shivered, something that happened whenever you drank. It seemed your body temperature couldn’t quite process alcohol as fast as others, making your body cold. Johnny noticed as he pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped around your waist, “Cold already? You’ve only had a few shots.”

You chuckled out of embarrassment. It wasn’t that you were drunk already, you just were cold. A small blush adored your cheeks, “Yeah, leave me alone J. You know how I get when I drink.”

He pulled you closer to him as he now faced you, “I know how you love to snuggle with me when you drink. And how cute you get when you get all flustered like this,” He chuckled to himself, “Is that blush all for me?”

You pouted slightly, smacking his chest, “If you don’t stop making fun of me Seo, I swear to god-”

“What? What are you gonna do?” He taunted, moving closer to your face, only inches away now.

You could feel your heart beginning to race. Why was it racing? This had never happened before. Was it because you hadn’t been touched by a man in so long? Was it because Johnny was in fact handsome? Or the new long locks he rocked, making his jawline seem sharper?

“It’s cute when you try and act all big and tough,” He winked at you, moving a piece of hair to put behind your ear as his eyes stayed glued to you as if you were a prey he was stalking, “Stop giving me that look.”

“What look?” You asked, innocently, not realizing just how intensely you were staring at him, leaning closer as if on cue.

“Like you want me to kiss you,” He said with features softening as if he knew the answer already to his own statement.

Your eyes went big, yet not being able to break your glare, “What if I want you to?” You couldn’t stop yourself before the words slipped out of your mouth.

Johnny scoffed to himself with a smirk written on his pretty mouth, “Follow me,” He said, extending a hand for you to take as you listened, following him up the stairs and into your friend’s guest room.

Just as the door shut, his lips were on yours. You swore your heart was about to pop out of your chest from how hard it was beating. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to you, and intensifying the kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his tone chest. The kiss was slow at first and soon heated and passionate as if this was way overdue for the both of you. You felt your back hit the cool wall as his warm body pressed against you, feeling something hard against your hip.

Your eyes went wide as the two of you pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads pressed against one another, “Seems like we waited a bit too long to do that, don’t you think?”

You giggled at his comment, “Let’s not wait any longer. It’s only torturing us both.”

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year

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Starring- Kim Jungwoo

Surprise! Thought I’d write something short for you guys while you wait for Summer Love!

Model AU

Warnings: Smut, Semi Dom Y/n, Semi Sub Jungwoo, Older Y/n, Both are over 18, Brief mention of camera, oral (f.receiving). Fluff at the end mostly, Jungwoo is down bad for Y/n.

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“Bring in the next one,” you said to the scrawny boy in the corner. He bowed walking away to get the next boy. Fixing your glasses that began to slide down your nose you fixed your stack of papers clicking your pen waiting for the next model.

The whole day you and your partner had been scouting models for a up coming campaign. You needed forty models and so far you had only found twenty two. eleven girls down and eleven boys leaving eighteen more to pick from the hundreds that had auditioned. You were not only in charge of choosing a model but also the designer of the clothes that would be modeled at an event your brother was holding later this fall.

So many came and go eager to work for you. Being able to model one of your designs would be life changing even for a super model. You were always so picky about who you wanted to model the clothes. If you looked at a model and could instantly in-vision them in your mind wearing the outfit then they were yours, if not they were not selected red simple as that.

A boy walked into the room behind your assistant. He bowed to you and the other casting director beside you. Both of you eyeing the boy who’s knees shook under the bright light hanging above him. Your finger tapped your chin. You couldn’t picture him in anything so far. He walked back and fourth, his walk was okay. He was still a rookie you thought. When he finished his final turn you had came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t fit your image. Your partner agreed sending him away kindly.

You sighed rubbing your temples. You were never going to find someone. Debating to yourself whether or not to leave and hold this off until tomorrow was tempting but you stayed waiting for the next model to come in.

When he walked in he was already more confident then the last model which is something you liked. Some people mistakes cockiness for confidence. You hated when people acted as if their shit didn’t stink. You liked the boy who walked back and fourth modeling for you. Your eyes followed him picturing him in many different types of clothes. You also may have pictured him naked.

“Why don’t you turn for me?” You asked politely twirling your finger around. He did as you were food turning around allowing you to see the frame of his body. You nodded to yourself liking what you saw.

“Tell me darling what was your name again?” You asked leaning back in your chair interested in the man.

“Kim Jungwoo,” he responded confidently. You took in his name letting it remain in your brain. You tapped your partner to write his name down. He did as well as some other important notes. You looked away from his paper back at Jungwoo.

“You should find out later today,” you said smiling. You were already going to pick him but he had to wait like everyone else. You can’t have people thinking you were interested in your model. He smiled proud of himself for making it past the audition. He bowed leaving the room thanking you for your time. You thanked him for coming watching him leave.

“Just one more,” your partner Johnny said sipping his coffee. You looked towards the door nodding, “Yes one more,” the door opening and closing caught your attention. You watched the young man walk to the runway. He walked back and fourth perfectly. You smiled enjoying his walk.

“What was your name again?” You asked.

“Lee Jeno,” you decided you’d pick him too.

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“Okay thank you all for making it. It was a tough decision but we were able to narrow it down to forty of you,” the director said holding a clip board speaking to the ten models lined up to try on the different clothes. You stood in front of them as well watching as some tried to hold their excitement. Their idol was standing in the same room as them, they couldn’t believe it.

“We don’t have much time so we need to get to work, okay?” The director Irene said to them. They all nodded saying in unison, “Yes Ma’am” you smiled watching them all get to their positions. Today was a practice of what the show would look like. You for the first time would be present for every single rehearsal and fitting since you had very important business to attend to here. Your eyes followed Jungwoo who stood getting measured and fitted. You walked over shoeing the ladies who fitted him away. They reacted quickly fleeing to another model.

“Hello Jungwoo right?” You asked already knowing his name. You just wanted his reaction. He nodded taking in a breath. You being here created tension for everyone. They all wanted to perform well in front of you, Jungwoo one of those people. “Yes that’s me,” he said shyly looking away at his hands, playing with his thumbs. You nodded pursing your lips checking out the boy.

“My name is Y/n-“

“Yeah I know, we all do. Your a legend,” he complimented starstruck. He couldn’t believe he was talking to you. Rather you talking to him. You knew of his existence now. You knew his name which meant you knew him. He was honored to be in your presence.

You chuckled smiling at him. “A legend? Legends never die” you say looking deeply into his eyes. You could see him start to get nervous as you drew closer. “Eventually I will get old and die,” you said nonchalant. He nodded, “Of course I’m sorry if I-“

“You didn’t offend me. Can I be honest?” You asked lowly. He nodded his eyes watching your every moment yet missing when your hands reached out to him.

“I like you. I think you will perform well here. Why don’t you become my muse?” You asked causing the poor boy to almost fall to his knees. At this point he’d do anything you asked him too. He had waited so long for this moment. Barely registering the question he nodded his head blindly following you out the room you were both in.

“Words darling,” you said watching him swallow hard. “Yes I’ll be your muse,” he agreed cursing at himself for being so weak. You had a trance over him that he couldn’t figure out. His eyes followed your eyes to your lips, to the natural curve of your body. He always knew you were beautiful but the cameras did you no justice. In real life you were stunning. No makeup on your face to cover your blemishes or ache scars. It was just you standing naturally beautiful in front of him and he thought he would melt.

“Good choice,” you said smirking. You took your phone out of your purse handing it to him. Using your eyes to point to the contact information when he didn’t move. He took the phone hesitantly from your hands putting his number in your phone. You smiled gratefully taking your phone back saving his information.

“I’ll text you,” you said blowing him a kiss. That almost killed him. When you left you finally let out a breath he had no clue he was holding. He turned away looking into the mirror seeing how red his face was. His lips inches away from his skin. He’d only dream of kissing you. A fan meeting their idol/celebrity crush wasn’t something that happened everyday. Everyone at home knew Jungwoo not only respected your work as an artist but if given the opportunity would love to take out on a date.

He thought after your interaction today that maybe he would be able to pull that off.

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Y/n- Hey darling

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Jungwoo- Hello Ms.Y/L

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Y/n- Please call me Y/n

Jungwoo wasn’t sure on how he felt calling you by your name. He had said your name a thousand times before but you being his boss it felt different this time. However he did want you to like him, he wanted to prove he was a good model so he did whatever you asked him and whatever he thought you would like.

Jungwoo- Okay I’ll try my best!

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Y/n- May I ask a personal question?

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Jungwoo- Yes of course

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Y/n- What is your age?

Jungwoo- twenty five.

You needed to make sure he wasn’t to young if you planned on fooling around with him.

Y/n- May I another personal question?

Jungwoo- Yes

Y/n- How do you feel about older girls?

Jungwoo- I don’t mind

He assumed you were talking about yourself. Truthfully he didn’t mind an age gap, you weren’t even that much older than him.

Y/n- Meet at my place at ten tomorrow morning. I’m working on a design and I could use you.

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Jungwoo- I’ll be there

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A knock at your door halted your sketching. You looked to the side at one of your house employees. They walked over to the door opening it revealing another house staff. They both discussed them disbursed.

“Ma’am the boy is here to see you,” he approached you with the news. You smiled excitedly, “Send him in” the boy nodded bowing before he went to fetch Jungwoo.

When he returned Jungwoo walked ahead of him the house staff walking behind him. When he stepped inside he went to close the door but you shook your head. Waving your hand at the boy, “Leave us,” you said. The boy bowed opening the door and leaving. “Would you mind locking the door? I do not want to be disturbed,” you said to Jungwoo who complied. He walked over to the wooden door locking it. When he returned back to your studio you motioned your hand to come closer.

He was so nervous. He felt like his legs could barely move. He couldn’t believe he was in your studio the place you came up with the legendary designs for both men and women. He could see some of those designs on your wall photographed by photographers over the years. He saw your men suit collection from 2014. He saw your wedding dresses from 2012 photographed on the wall. He starred at them in awe like an art student seeing their favorite painting in real life for the first time.

“Do you like what you see?” You asked admiring the boy who’s eyes glowed seeing your past work. He nodded not removing his eyes from the walls. He smiled seeing photos of you from your modeling days before you became a world renowned designer. You’ve worked with Prada, Dior, Vivienne westwood and so many more. You were truly one of the greats.

“Like it? I love it,” he responded. You smiled standing up for your seat leaning Agassi on your desk fixing your glasses. “Your a fan?” You asked and he nodded still in awe. Once he realized he was starring for to long he cleared his throat. Fixing his posture he dusted himself off finally looking at you. “Forgive me I couldn’t help myself-“

“No need to apologize. I would probably act the same if I were in a room with someone I loved,” you said honestly. You wanted him to feel comfortable around you. His plumped pink lips formed a smile. A part of him still excited to be here with you.

“Now come here,” you said motion to the front of your desk. He walked Obed rather quickly almost banging into the table. “Sorry,” he said embarrassed. You chuckled sitting down opening your book. At least he made you laugh he thought. “I have an idea but I’d like to draw it on you, is that okay?” You asked lips pursing at you stared into his eyes. He swallowed his throat becoming dry. “Yes that’s fine,” was all he managed to say to you. Your stare was so imitating. He felt like one wrong move or word and he’d ruin everything. He wanted to be good for you.

After some time you decided it was time for a break. You never over worked yourself your manger had given you a good piece of advice. “No matter how hard you work, if you get hurt the job will always move on without you” that stuck with your for a very long time.

“We can take a break,” you told the boy who nodded fiddling with his fingers. You smiled motioning him to come over. He stood tall in front of you as you remained in your seat. You pulled up a chair not to far away from your hand. You tapped it signaling him to sit down which he did. You crossed one leg over the other while eyeing the young man. You bit you lip watching his fingers dance around his shakey legs. “Jungwoo,” you called. He looked up into your glossy eyes.

“Yes”

“Are you nervous?” You teased hands clasping together waiting for his response.

He nodded his throat dryer than before.

“Words darling,” you commanded softly.

“I am,” he responded already feeling himself lose to you.

“When I said I liked you I didn’t only mean you had talent,” you began. You watched as his chest moved up and down just a little faster. He wiped his hands on his jeans startled. “What did you mean?” He asked quietly. You smirked your pink lips pursing.

“I think your handsome,” you complimented. It was true you did find him handsome. Which only helped your attraction to him. “Jungwoo,” you called again. Man did his name sound so good coming from your tongue. He stared at you watching your every move. He was ready for whatever you were going to give or tell him. Your legs uncrossed spreading apart. You were wearing a medium size loose skirt. You began to lift it up your legs stopping at the hem of your thighs. Jungwoo watched intensely not wanted to miss a single move.

“Yes,” he said feeling his mouth remain slightly opened probably drooling at the sight of you. You smiled feeling your body get warmer. You started to unbutton your top stopping at the button in the middle letting the outline of your breast show. Jungwoo felt like exploding, you weren’t wearing a bra.

“You said you didn’t mind older women right?” You teased speaking softly to Jungwoo. He nodded licking his lips. “Yes,” you sighed frustrated, “I think I need your help,” you said touching one of the buttons on your blouse. Jungwoo watched you pull on the button trying to remove it. You chuckled taking it off exposing your chest to the boy. He sucked in a breath his mouth dry. “Why don’t you help me?” You asked spreading your legs for him. He stood from his seat his legs guiding himself to you sitting in your glory. You gripped his shoulder sending him down to his knees. He knelt in front of you anticipating your every move.

“Will you be good for me?” You asked massaging his shoulders rubbing into the skin. His eyes shut enjoying the feeling of your fingers on him. Letting out a groan when you you rubbed on a tight spot. You rubbed harder watching his face change his brows furrowing as you massaged the knot in his right shoulder. He nodded licking his lips.

“Words darling, I want to hear you,” you said continuing your motions on his shoulders. He huffed releasing a warm breath into the air. He opened his eyes staring into yours that were already looking at his. “Yes I want to help you. I want to be good for you,” he pleaded. You removed your hands from his shoulders taking your right hand a placing it at the bottom of his chin. You pulled him closer lifting his face to yours and placing your lips on his. He immediately kissed back savoring the taste of your lips on his. He felt like he was dreaming. You were apart of his many fantasies as a young boy and now he was here living the reality as a man.

Your tongue swiped his bottom lip. He didn’t even fight opening his mouth to you letting the kiss become hot and messy. You pulled him closer your legs on the side of his body. His hand laid on your thighs squeezing and pulling you closer to his body. Your hands placed in his soft brown hair and around his neck taking in his lips and the citrus scent of his cologne. He released himself from your lips looking deeply into your eyes. “Can I taste you?” He asked. You nodded pushing yourself back and bringing your skirt up more to expose your bare pussy to him. Glistening in the light he licked his lips feeling himself get harder in his pants. He placed your legs on either side of the chair spreading you for him. Bringing his wet lips closer he kissed and sucked on your inner thighs.

“Don’t be a tease darling, take what you want,” you said watching him from below you. He groaned seeing the sight of your wet pussy. One of his hands creeping down his body to squeeze himself trying to control his mind and body from going completely feral. He licked a long swipe on your slit causing you to shudder. Proud of himself for making you weaker even though he was beneath you he licked your clit again sucking on the bundle of nerves. You tried to hold back your moans not wanting him to know how good he was making you feel. It would get to his pretty little head. But you couldn’t help it. His warm, wet mouth felt so good devouring your core. "Jungwoo you're doing so well for me," You praised through half a moan, your hand pulling on his hair. The praise only made his tongue move faster sliding it in and out of your wet hole. His fingers found their way to the pussy spreading your folds. His slender finger moved inside you while his tongue moved back to your clit.

You came all over his mouth soaking the bottom half of his face. When he continued his moments on your overly sensitive clit you pulled his head back by his hair. His forehead is exposed to your strong grip. The sunlight from your large window shining on his lips and his chin glistened with your slick. You pulled him forward by his hair and he complied. Letting his arms dangle before him and his knees remain on the ground. You brought your lips close to his inches away from each other.

"Jungwoo my darling can you do me another favor?" You slurred high off his mouth. He nodded eyes looking deeply into yours. His hands placed themselves on your exposed thighs. "Anything," He said sincerely.

"Get undressed and fuck me," You said through a seductive smile. He stood up undoing his belt tossing it to another part of the studio. He removed his shirt bringing it over his head and tossing it away with your blouse. He undid his jeans sliding them down along with his boxers. He pumped his length in his hand waiting for your command.

“Fuck me on my desk,” you said licking your tongue. He smiled taking your hand wiping all your sketches and pencils away. Spreading your legs open for him as he came in between you. Jungwoo felt like the luckiest man alive. You pulled him forward into a passionate kiss both of you lost in each others embrace. You pulled away leaning over to dig in your draw pulling out a condom. Ripping the package open rather quickly you placed the condom on his dick.

His rubbed dick through your folds circling your clit with his his tip. Biting his lip he watched your wetness soak the condom. He hopes to fuck you one day without it. Until then he’ll fuck you with it on if it means he gets to be here with you. “Jungwoo darling stop teasing and put it in,” you slurred knocking over some pencils trying to balance. He pushed the head of cock into your wet hole. His cock inching inside your pussy slowly your velvet walls sucking him. You bit your lip feeling the burn it had been so long since you last slept with someone, ever since your divorce you haven’t really gone out much. Taking the time to work on your designs.

You didn’t realize how much you missed the feeling of someone inside you.

“That’s it baby,” you praised working him through it. His dick say fully inside you waiting for you to let him know he could move. After the initial burn started to fade you tapped his thigh signaling him to go. His hips moved at a normal speed at first turning the pain into pleasure. You tapped him letting him know to move faster. He fucked into you harder and faster, “Darling don’t hold back,” you pleaded smirking as his jaw fell opened groans escaping his plumped lips as he finally fucked you.

“You feel so good,” he praised watching as his dick disappeared into your clenching hole. He felt you squeeze against him. If you kept doing that he’d cum to fast. His eyebrows furrowed trying to hold in his release for as long as he could. It was hard to not let go while being inside you. You wrapped around him delicious like your pussy was made for him. Wet sounds could be heard all around the studio. The sound of skin slapping against the desk as the morning became the afternoon. You held onto the desk tightly your knuckles turn white. Your mouth agape watching Jungwoo intensely lost in your own haze of pleasure. Jungwoo’s hands on placed on your hips fucking you into the wooden desk. He brought one of his fingers down to rub circles on your clit matching the speed of his thrust. You threw your head back in bliss. Letting out moans and whines as he fucked you.

He lifted you up turning you around bending you over the desk. He grabbed a piece of your hair pulling it back forming a ponytail. His other hand placed directly on your hip. You held onto the end of your desk your back arching magnificently. Beads of sweat fell down mouth of your bodies the air in the room becoming thinner and warm. Your mouth became dry from all the moaning your were doing. You were sure the house staff heard you, Jungwoo as well. He leaned down close to your ear. You could hear his groans directly like little whispers. They were only meant for your ears.

“Am I doing good?” He asked through groans and hard breaths. “Am I fucking you right?” He asked repeating his motions. You nodded licking your lips turning your head slightly to face him his duck still moving inside you. “So good darling. Your fucking me so well,” you praised. The praise went straight from his head to his dick fucking into even harder. You could feel your body squish against the desk your ribs hitting the desk but you didn’t care. He felt to good inside you to stop. Jungwoo pulled your hair back harder lifting the front of your body up your back pressing against his sweaty front.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned Jungwoo groaning into your ear. He reached around your waist circling the bundle of nerves helping you to reach your orgasm. You came moaning out loud and soaking the condom. You clenched and unclenched around him bringing Jungwoo to his climax soaking up the condom. He slowly pulled out of you taking the condom off. He tied it and threw it in the trash bin nearby. He walked over to the tissue box cleaning you up and himself. He helped you get dressed, then got dressed himself. He picked up the things he threw on the floor placing them back on your desk neatly.

You smiled watching him your index finger playing with your lips. He glowed in the afternoon sun. His skin sun kissed from the light that shined through your large windows. The way his lips curved upwards when he noticed you were watching him. He looked so beautiful. You couldn’t help but walk over to your camera. You lifted the device pointing it at him.

“Pose,” is all you said before he turned his head and you snapped a picture.

This picture would be one of many that you would take. Some would see public eye at campaigns and events. Some would see it on social media. Some only family would see.

And some only you’d see in the private of your own home with your muse, Kim Jungwoo.

Fin.

Hope you enjoyed thank you so much for reading. Small Update on Summer Love starring Jaehyun i am having a hard time coming up with a idea. I don’t want to do the same old thing so I’m really trying to come up with something different. I’m working on the story currently dedicating some time to it , so stay tuned for that!

Until then I hope you enjoy and look out for more surprise fics! :)

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thesafecafe · 2 years

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You’ll Always Be Mine, Baby

Request: here

CW: Stalking, possessive behavior, lies, manipulation, invasion of privacy, alcohol, toxic ex-boyfriend Jungwoo, slight yandere themes, obsessive & possessive themes, black fem reader, she/her pronouns, 18+, minors dni, enjoy,

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of this behavior in real life, nor do I think any of the members of NCT would act this way in real life. It is a fictional depiction for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a guide to the idol’s personality or actions in real life. If anyone in your life is acting like this towards you or someone you know, please contact the proper authorities as soon as possible. Stay safe!!

Jungwoo was always good at acting. It was a special talent of his, and he was so good at it, that he was in several of his university’s productions. You’d been studying in Korea for a while now, and double majored in theatre and film production. You received a recommendation from your counselor to take an acting class as an elective, and you happened to take the last spot in the same class as Jungwoo. In a course that only took twenty five students per semester, you’d gotten very lucky. It was only natural for you to be a source of interest for inquiring minds, namely Jungwoo. He’d met you during the third week of class, although you already knew who he was. You wound up being paired with him for a class project, and your relationship blossomed from there.

Jungwoo was amazing. He got to know you during the semester, and would show you around the campus. He was curious about you, and often asked questions about your life in the country you came from before. He found you to be the most interesting person he’d encountered in a long time. He felt at ease with you, and fell for you quickly. He felt relaxed in your presence; he didn’t have to act with you. It helped that you were so sweet, and it didn’t take long for you two to start dating. Everyone knew you two were close, so it came as no surprise when people found out that you were dating.

At first, it was a happy, healthy relationship. Your boyfriend was very caring loving, and attentive, always by your side. But, as your relationship progressed to new levels, you found yourself becoming insecure about something: your age. Granted, while you were only two years apart, sometimes you could feel the age gap around some of his younger friends. You’d also been in college a bit longer than he had, and for some reason, it just bothered you. It may seem like a small issue, or silly to some, but it gnawed at you frequently, especially hanging out around his friends.

They were really nice, welcoming you into their circle with ease. They were usually polite to you, but some often made jokes about your age gap, which at first you nor Jungwoo would bat an eye at. But slowly, as your age insecurities started to grow, the jokes seemed more and more like an attack. The final straw though, was seeing your boyfriend chat with a waitress around his age, both doing some new hand gesture that had gotten popular recently. You didn't have time to keep up with the trends, which made you feel left out, and even further separated from your man. Too far into your feelings, and fed up with feeling ostracized, you did the one thing Jungwoo never saw coming: you broke up with him. You explained to him how you felt, and that your relationship should take a break, until he “had more experience with people his age.”

“Y/N, that’s unfair! I’ve had more than one girlfriend my age, and I’m sure the only one I want to be with is you. You’re not even that much older than me, be serious!” Jungwoo ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. It wasn’t playing out how he thought it would. He found your reasoning completely stupid. Were you going to let some silly insecurity throw away what you both had? “Jungwoo please, I’m serious! Just, let’s take a break for a while. Okay?” Before he could respond, you were already walking out the door, right out of his life. Jungwoo screamed, punching the wall in anger. How could you let anything, or anyone, come between you? After he’d gotten comfortable with you? He bared his heart and soul to you! He loved you! You were his everything. You were perfect for him, his perfect little angel. You’d only dated for a year, but Jungwoo was ready to spend the rest of his life with you. You couldn’t leave him that easily. And you wouldn’t either.

For the next few weeks, you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that you were being watched. Every time you left your apartment, you felt like someone was trying to see into the innermost parts of your being. At first you thought you were being paranoid, until you noticed something. You were seeing a lot more of your ex than usual. You’d see him in more of your classes, when you only had two together. You’d see him in the cafeteria, the corner store by your apartment, etc. What made it worse though, was the staring. He never made it a secret that he was staring you down, watching you like a hawk. Had his gaze always been so intense? And how did he always seem to know where you were? You couldn’t just blame it on coincidence, when he looked at you like you were the last meal in the world.

You wanted to confront him, and ask what was his issue, but you couldn’t really do that with Jungwoo’s reputation on campus. Not only was he the star actor in theatre productions, but he was well known around campus for being a huge sweetheart. He was charming, polite, and respectful, and people thought he was harmless. Who would suspect, or worse, accuse everyone’s favorite golden boy of stalking his ex-girlfriend? You knew this, and so did Jungwoo. You couldn’t shake him, for weeks. A trip out meant you’d see him, and you couldn’t just not leave your apartment if you wanted to pass your classes. You thought the situation was hopeless... until you found the camera.

You still slept with the same teddy bear that Jungwoo had won for you at the fair. You squeezed the bear’s head to your chest, cuddling it until your fingers grazed a particularly hard lump. You sat up, turning on your lamp to get a better look at it. It seemed as if the bear had been cut open and poorly sewn back together in the back, not easily noticeable on the medium sized bear. Grabbing scissors from your drawer, you make quick work of the poorly sewn patchwork. Digging your fingers past the stuffing, you quickly find out exactly how your ex has been able to figure out where you’ve been. A small camera blinks red light at you, and you sit there, horrified for a moment, before anger takes you over.

“How fucking dare he?!” You were beyond pissed, immediately grabbing your phone. You messaged him, telling him to meet you the next day at the café that you both frequented. You turned off the camera, not knowing that Jungwoo was panicking on the other side. He’d been watching the whole thing on his end, and not knowing what you were planning was driving him up a wall. He doesn’t know what to do when he arrives to the café first, fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. You arrived shortly after him, your stony expression enough to send Jungwoo towards the edge of a panic attack. But Jungwoo has always been good at acting. He schools his face into a neutral expression, as he invites you to sit down.

“I got your text, you said it was urgent. Is something wrong Y/n?” You scoffed, cutting right to the chase. “I know about the camera Jungwoo. In the stuffed bear, seriously?” Before he could say anything, you reached in your purse, setting the evidence before him. “Look Y/N, I can explain, alright?” Jungwoo paused waiting to see if you’d interrupt him, but you just raised your eyebrows, a cue for him to continue. “Okay, it was right before we broke up. One of my friends had installed a camera in his girlfriend’s apartment, because some thieves broke in. You remember Hae-rin?” You blinked at him, unmoved. “What does that situation have to do with this one? You installed a camera without telling me, you’ve been stalking me-”

Jungwoo shushed you, looking around the establishment. “Will you stop saying that? I didn’t stalk you! I’ve been looking out for you! There’ been a series of break ins around here for months, especially in your neighborhood, and I wanted to tell you after I did it, but we broke up!” Jungwoo frowned at you, hid voice having dropped down to a an aggressive whisper. “I did it to protect you, and I’m not stalking you! You still share your location with my phone, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright. We used to go everywhere together, so it wasn’t that different.” You looked at him in shock. You forgot that your phone was linked to his, and you felt half bad for accusing him, but there was still no good excuse to follow you around like a creep. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I can’t ignore the fact that you following me around is creepy.”

Jungwoo ran a hand through his hair, nodding. “I understand Y/N, and I’m truly sorry about freaking you out, and being kind of creepy these past few weeks, it was a total invasion of privacy. I know you said we were on a break, but I’ll understand if you don’t wanna get back together after this. I truly am sorry Y/N.” Jungwoo apologized, never once breaking eye contact with you. You could sense that his words were genuine, and you sighed, hating that he could make you cave so quickly. “Look Jungwoo, I think I’ll need some more time, in light of recent events. But, I won’t say I’m totally against getting back together? But I need space, seriously Jungwoo, you have to stop following me, okay?”

Jungwoo nodded, trying to hide his excitement So you till loved him after all. “I promise Y/N. I’ll stay out of your hair, pinky swear!” He held out his pinky, and you laughed at his accidental, yet adorable rhyming. You paid for your drinks, and said your goodbyes. As you left the café, you turned, waving to Jungwoo. He waved back, until you were almost out of sight, before turning to his phone. “Ahh, Y/N. Such a forgetful little thing.” He smiled as your location popped up, not far from him. He’d have to be more careful from now on. He had to make sure you believed him, that his promises were true, otherwise you’d slip right through his fingers. And Jungwoo couldn’t have that. No one else could have you. You’d always be his. Forever. And you believed him for now, which was enough for him. He’d always been a good actor.

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soupydumplingss · 10 months

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Sweet Venom.

Warnings: Female!Reader x Any NCT member (according to your imagination), angst!au, non-idol!au, reader is an alcoholic, unhealthy marriage, the male is cheating on her, the member is mentally unstable asf, reader is mentally unstable af in a way too, profanities (not much tho ig?...), reader cries in the end.

Note: Italics in "double inverted commas": ongoing conversation

Italics: reader is thinking

Normal letters: narration

The reader first starts the conversation and the member and reader speak simultaneously.

Prompt: "I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Walking down the streets of Berlin, it's approximately 8:30 p.m. The bustling streets of the city are still full of life. A heavy backpack slung on one side of your shoulder, the first two buttons of your shirt unbuttoned with your tie hanging loose. Stumbling in your path, drunk, you just want to go home. As you fumble for the keys to your door, you suddenly drop something from your bag. A keychain. Specifically a keychain with initials on it. You kick it away somewhere.

After unlocking the door, you enter your house and lock the door. You kick your shoes somewhere and head to your room. Upon entering your room, a strange hit of nostalgia hits. A cabinet full of trophies, a heavy bunch of medals and certificates adorning the wall. Oh, what a kid I was, you thought. Now look at you, a working machine that runs 24/7 with little to no rest. You look at old pictures of yourself on the cabinet, smiling with your teeth on display. At least it's not fake.

Your younger self would've been proudly looking at you as the rich and successful woman she envisioned you as. But the current you isn't proud at all. Sitting in front of your computer on the topmost floor of your company, always working with a bunch of papers blocking your face, a failed marriage, all the youth evaporated from your face. You've forgotten about yourself, forgotten what happiness is, forgotten priorities. Did you forget your dear husband can still come into the house and see you in your heavily drunken state? Aren't you ashamed of picking another bottle of Hennessy from the cupboard in your kitchen and drinking straight from it?

"Why are you in my house again? To take the remaining of your stuff? If yes, then please be fast and get out."

"Just sign the papers and be out of my sight."

"So much for the man who himself was sleeping with another woman. And for the record, this is my house."

"You never gave time to us. She was there when I needed someone to stay by me, not you."

"So that's a good reason to break the vows you made in church? Remember who works harder."

"And that "who" forgets us. You've changed a lot. I love you very much, but she was just there."

"I think this proves that you were always unfaithful and ungrateful."

"You're moving from the fucking point."

"People who cannot express themselves properly stick to the usage of such crude words." You gulp the alcohol from the bottle.

"Still the woman who spits sweet venom even after being drunk. When will you stop this habit of returning home drunk?"

"It's my money. I can spend it as I want to."

"Baby, I left her. I want us to work out as we used to. I'll move back my stuff in."

Lies. That little stain of lipstick on your collar, a few long strands of the brunette's hair, her favorite perfume lingering on you, your puffy lips with a hint of pink on them, your hair ruffled. How much more lies will you feed me? You reek the smell of sex.

I don't think this will work out. I don't think we will work out."

Tears drop from the eyes of the man in front of you. He falls to his knees and hugs your legs while sobbing hard. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I won't do it again. I love you very much, honey."

You feel disgusted. Same old empty words, all lies. What's the point of this man using his words when it's all fake? I can literally see her in your car outside.

"I'll sign the papers just as you said. Be out of my sight."

You pulled your legs from his grip. As you take the pen from your pocket, you sign the papers and throw them on his face.

"As I said, be out of my range of sight with the remaining of your stuff."

You took off the beautiful diamond ring adorning your hand and threw it on his face. Drinking does help with unsolicited feelings.

He picked up his stuff and the ring while exiting the house. Finally.

A feeling of odd peace hits you. You feel empty. Were we ever meant for each other? Was it worth it? At least we both spared each others' remaining happiness, you thought. You went inside your room. Opening the door of your large bathroom, you fill the bathtub and hop in with your clothes on and the bottle of alcohol in your hand. You let the tap run. You're wet head to toe now. You think about the fight earlier. ""Still the woman who spits sweet venom after being drunk?" You were my sweet venom, the one who seemed as sweet as sugar but turned out to be a serpent." A fresh stream of tears leave your eyes, dripping down your face as you keep chugging the alcohol down your throat.

"I can finally be me now. There's no serpent wrapped around my neck choking me. I'm free then."

Author: help pls im a new writer 😭 i literally wrote this in 2 hours. forgive me if there is any error in the spellings. this story does seem very unclear without any context but somehow, it feels so right like this. I appreciate any support.

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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Partying | Kim Jungwoo

pairing | boyfriend!kim jungwoo x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, fluff, explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol, teenagers/young adults partying, slight possessive behavior, crying, happy ending

wc | 1.2k

notes | none

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Y/n nearly tripped over her own feet as she danced to the party music, highly influenced by alcohol.

“I’m so glad you came! It would’ve been boring without you,” her friend Sana explained, also a bit tipsy.

”Oh my gosh, right?!” Y/n laughed, bumping into a stranger and muttering a quick drunken apology.

“You know,” their third, non-intoxicated friend Jeongyeon, began. “Your boyfriend is going to kill you.”

”That’s funny,” Y/n replied, hardly understanding what she said.

”Jungwoo literally told you not to come, you said it yourself!” Jeongyeon crossed her arms.

”Did I?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Who cares about him anyway? I’m having the time of my life without him,” she giggled.

“Your funeral,” Jeongyeon rolled her eyes before going to talk with her boyfriend.

“Don’t listen to her. Just enjoy yourself,” Sana reassured. “Jungwoo can’t always have you to himself.”

Kim Jungwoo. While slightly overprotective of his girlfriend, he had common sense. He told Y/n not to go out when he left, because they had been in an argument, and he knew how she loved to drink her problems away. And why not go to the party? She could hurt herself, or worse, be hurt by other men. And the thought of that possibility infuriated Jungwoo with every single fiber in his body.

Of course Y/n was stubborn and a bit of a brat, so she did it anyway. Her sober self would’ve regretted ever coming here and left for home, but she’d had a bit too much to drink by now.

”Attention everyone! My parents are getting home in two hours, so let’s clean up and sober up! Get home when you can, and please don’t drive drunk!” Announced Doyoung, the host of the party.

”Ugh, I was about to play beer pong,” Sana poured, leaning on Y/n’s shoulder.

”Me too,” Y/n whined.

”Omg you two,” she facepalmed. “Just chug water and take a hot shower upstairs. You both need it. I’ll drive y’all back,” Jeongyeon ordered. Being the oldest of the three, she felt it was her responsibility as an unnie to care for her younger friends.

With hesitation, the two complied.

Y/n had to admit, the warm water on her skin felt absolutely incredible. But something was missing. Ah, Jungwoo. He joined her in the shower every chance he got. What would he think of her now?

Even after chugging thirty ounces of water, the alcohol still affected her. And while she was too drunk to walk properly or drive, she was sober enough to come to her senses. “I really messed up.”

”I know,” Jeongyeon, laughed, throwing some clothes at her friend, who only wore a bath towel around her body. “Put these on. Sana is already down stairs. Be quick please,” she said, going downstairs.

Y/n quickly put on the shorts and t-shirt before following Jeongyeon downstairs.

“Jungwoo is going to kill me,” she whispered to herself, making her way towards the front door, where Jeongyeon and Sana had already exited.

”You got that right,” a chilling, familiar voice replied.

Y/n squinted her eyes to see him, on the other side of the room. “Jungwoo?”

”The one and only.”

”Jungwoo I-“

”Shut your fucking mouth and get in the car. We’re going home,” Jungwoo growled. Jungwoo never cussed, unless he was angry. He must’ve been very much so.

She hung her head and complied, going out of the front door and getting into the passenger seat of Jungwoo’s car.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he slammed the door angrily, scaring Y/n. And his silence scared her even more.

”Baby-“

”I don’t want to hear it,” Jungwoo interrupted, eyes focused on the road.

”But I-“

”Shut the fuck up or I’m dumping your ass on the side of the road!” He yelled, eyes now focused on her and they were stopped at a red light.

Her eyes stung with tears as she sunk into her seat and hid her face from her boyfriend. She made an audible sniffing sound, and Jungwoo tried to convince himself he didn’t care. But he did. His girlfriend was sorry, guilty, and regretful. And when she cried, his heart cried with her.

”I’m sorry,” she whispered, arms hugging her legs.

Jungwoo remained silent. What did he have to say anyway?

Y/n didn’t have to look up to know he pulled into their apartment’s driveway. And once the car was no longer running, she opened her door and went up two flights of stairs to their apartment door. With the keys in her hands, she unlocked the door and made her way to the couch, plopping onto it and continuing to cry. How could she ever do something like this?

Jungwoo sighed as he heard her sobs as she locked the door behind him. He debated going to bed or talking with her. He ultimately decided on the latter.

”What made you think you could go out drinking with your friends without my permission?” He asked angrily.

”I don’t know,” she sniffed.

”You don’t know?!” He yelled. “Look at me Y/n!”

She looked up from the couch and saw the anger in his eyes. Fear overtook her senses. She had never seen him like this in their two years of dating.

”You could’ve been hurt! How do I know you’re safe when I’m not there to protect you? How do I know you’re not in some other guy’s arms struggling for your fucking life? What if you,” he paused, panting. “What if I found out when I got home, that my girlfriend got herself killed because we had a stupid little argument a couple hours before?”

Y/n couldn’t blame anyone but herself now. He was right. And he really did care about her. He wouldn’t have said those things if he didn’t.

“Look baby,” he sighed, crouching down beside her to move some hair from her face. “I love you. I need you safe. I can’t just let you go party with your friends when I can’t protect you,” he explained.

She got choked up on her tears as she nodded. “I won’t do it again.”

”You better not.”

Y/n’s trembling body was warmed when Jungwoo wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said quietly, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll always love you. No matter what you do. I can never stop.”

He moved away just enough to place a sweet kiss on her lips. “You still taste like alcohol,” he mumbled against her lips, and he couldn’t help but smile.

”Are you still mad at me?” Y/n smirked as he wouldn’t stop chasing after her lips.

”Not really,” he replied, licking her bottom lip.

”You know, we could just go to the bedroom,” she whispered tugging at his shirt. But she pouted when he pulled away.

”This is your punishment for getting drunk around other men, darling,” he smirked.

”Please?”

”Maybe tomorrow,” he smiled, pecking her lips once more before getting off the couch. “Plus, you probably need to be able to walk tomorrow. You know, for that exam you’ve been worrying about for ages?”

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lovelywooz · 2 years

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Kim Jungwoo - Enough

Hope you guys enjoy ! Not enough people write for Jungwoo so I only feel a little bit bad that most of my writing will probably be about him teehee! If you have any requests or would like to sat hi just send me a message and I’ll reply when I can :) otherwise please look forward to my next postings when they happen!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: This is VERY angsty. Mentions of past toxic and mean partners. Hurt-Comfort. All that good stuff.

Not comparing yourself to others is hard. But not comparing yourself to your immaculately perfect boyfriend? That is just plain impossible. You couldn’t possibly measure up.

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When you look at your boyfriend, it’s easy to tell why you love him. His laugh is contagious. He can brighten up a whole room with just his mere presence. He’s responsible and the hardest worker you’ve ever seen. And on top of all that, he is drop dead gorgeous. His delicate yet powerful frame compliments his fluffy hair and soft face. His tall stature doesn’t stop him from bending down uncomfortably just to rest a head on your shoulder. Simply put, he’s a total catch by anyones standards. And you’re so lucky to have him.

When you look at yourself, it’s hard to see the same value. Staring into your sullen eyes in the mirror, on nights like these you can’t help but wonder what he sees in you. How could someone so incredible really stay with someone as mediocre as you? Every day is like walking on eggshells, thinking endlessly on what to do to keep his interest and berating yourself when you do something that might be annoying. It’s a lot of effort to keep up the mask every day but if that’s what it takes then that’s what it takes. If he knew how much baggage you were carrying he would run away and never look back. You wash your face and try not to think about the way your fingers brush over a few forming blemishes on your skin.

You’ll never feel good enough for him.

You make your way downstairs to the dining room, adjusting the huge sweater draped over your frame on the way down. Its Jungwoo’s of course. You just couldn’t resist the idea of having his smell swathed around you and he didn’t seem to mind. You wished you could even be half as comforting to him but you doubt that. Sitting down at the dinner table, you look over the many steaming side dishes scattered about.

It was Jungwoo’s turn to cook dinner tonight. You’ve been trading off every other day as of this month. That way if he didn’t enjoy your food anymore he would only have to eat it for a few nights a week and he wouldn’t be burdened cooking for both of you every night. He’s probably so tired after work and you learned from a previous partner that if dinner isn’t consistently on the table, they would go eat dinner with someone else.

You hope that your little arrangement is a good enough compromise for Woo.

Your mind wanders back to this morning when you asked what he had in mind and he insisted he cook korean food for you. “I miss my mom’s cooking sometimes. I’m not nearly as good as her but… I really want to make something extra nice for you sweetheart”. He looked deep into your eyes, as if searching for something you couldn’t quite figure out. “Okay babe sounds great” you say, absentmindedly breaking eye contact while fixing your outfit in the mirror. You wear it all the time and yet it feels like it doesn’t look as nice as it used to.

You recall the time an ex of yours told you, “you’re too clingy in the morning, just leave me the fuck alone and do your routine and I’ll do mine”.

You don’t say anything more so as not to disturb Jungwoo while he brushes his teeth and fixes his fluffy hair. You want to reach out and brush your fingers over it so badly the way you used to, but you decide it would probably just piss him off. You gave him a short kiss before heading downstairs and out the front door, leaving him standing alone in your shared bathroom.

Jungwoo’s hands fall from his hair to the counter as he hears the door firmly shut. He wipes the mist from his eyes and tries to stop biting his nails before making his way out the door as well.

“… Well it’s not gonna jump onto your plate by itself sweetie”. Jungwoo broke you out of your thoughts with a weak laugh.

“Oh yeah. Sorry ha ha!” You move your chopsticks towards the dakgalbi thats wafting an irresistible aura and grab a few pieces to set on your small dish of rice. “I’ve been spacing out a bit lately.”

“You’ve been spacing out, a lot, lately actually.” Jungwoo clears his throat and stands up a bit from his seat to grab some kimchi. “Sorry. That came out weird... I’m just a little… well I’m worried about you.” He shoves the food in his mouth with gusto then opens it back up to regulate the temperature and swallows after a while. Leaving a very uncomfortable silence. He suddenly sets down his chopsticks and sits ramrod straight.

“I’m worried about us”.

You nearly choked on the rice you had only just started chewing.

“I didn’t want to do this now. I’m sorry I just can’t wait any longer I’ve been so worried lately”. He picks his hands up from the table almost confusedly and then brings them down to his knees, rubbing them quickly. He brings them back up in a matter of seconds though, in favor of running his hands through his hair fervently. His eyes are shifting anywhere but yours. All the habits he shows when he’s most nervous. “Did I do something wrong? Because you just don’t seem as happy to see me lately and, and I feel like, every time I compliment you or kiss you or touch you or anything you just”, he swallows heavily in an attempt to keep his voice from quivering, “You just, hate it. Like you barely even look at me anymore. I thought maybe it was just an off day or two for you, but it’s been weeks now”.

You open your mouth to speak, to offer him some explanation that would hopefully make it all better, but are pointedly interrupted by him. “No- I’m not done”, he stands up from his seat at the table and paces around for a moment before turning to face you directly, “I have to know. Don’t sugar coat it”. He looks up at the ceiling, takes a deep breath, and asks a question you couldn’t have prepared yourself for.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

What. How could this have happened? The love of your life, in tears in front of you, because he thinks you don’t love him anymore? Him. In all his perfection. In all his kindness and intelligence. The man you’ve obsessed over night and day for years, finding a new detail to love about him every week. Of course you still love him, you’ve never doubted it for even a second. How could you have possibly made him think any differently? You’ve been controlling your actions so carefully so as not to disturb or annoy him. Where could it have gone wrong?

You then remember all the times you’ve said no to dates recently because you didn’t “feel like going out” when in reality you felt too guilty to let him waste even a bit of his hard earned money on you. The times you’ve skipped over romance movies and tv shows he suggests to watch together because they remind you you can’t offer him the fairytale love he deserves. All the nights he’s gently slid a hand up your thigh in bed and you pretended to be asleep because you felt like your body wasn’t pretty enough. Not calling him on the way home from work this week because you’ve been bawling your eyes out on the drive home in fear of losing him.

Oh god. The awful realization hits you all at once.

You’ve been so worried about holding him back. About hurting him. About your love not being enough. So focused on ‘fixing’ every insecurity in a desperate attempt to prove your worth to yourself and to him. So mixed up inside all of that, that the love you’ve been giving him all but dried up. And you upset him regardless. You failed.

“You’re not saying anything damn it why are you not saying anything?!” He is full on sobbing now when you come back to reality. “I love you so much. I don’t want anyone else so just please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I did to push you away but I’ll do anything to have you back. It’s only you. It’s only you…” His desperate pleading trails off as the scalding hot tears stream heavily down his face.

The tears have started in your eyes now as you finally speak. “Jungwoo… I love you so much. I love you just as much as I ever have. I’m head over heels for you. I never meant to make you feel this way I am so, so sorry.” You stand up from your chair as well and walk so slowly towards him. “The truth is, I just- I-“ you’re floundering against the tightness in your throat. Why is this so difficult?

“I feel like I’m not enough for you.”

He looks up from his arms. Oceans still rising underneath his eyes.

“I have so much baggage. From experiences and relationships that I’ve been too scared to tell you about. I just didn’t want to chase you away when you found out how messed up I am. I’m so scared to love because I don’t know how to do it correctly and I’m scared that I will create something that only hurts you. I still can’t even fathom how you could love someone like me. I’ve been agonizing all this time trying to be the best partner for you but I still can’t even do that right. Someone as perfect and beautiful as you deserved so much more than me.” You move a hand up to wipe his teary eyes, not realizing how much closer you are now than when you started. “So I hid everything. And pretended like it never happened. I decided to hide at first and maybe open up later but the years just caught up to me and the stakes grew higher and higher as I saw how amazing you are and fell so far in love with you that the idea of losing you because of my incompetence with love was just not an option anymore.” At some point he must have put his arms around you, because you register his comforting scent all around and feel your forehead land against his chest so softly as if it were a feather.

“How long, have you been feeling this way?” His voice is hoarse and soft from crying but he seems to have gained some control over his tear ducts. “I mean like- how long has it been building up inside?”.

“I don’t know. It’s been much worse lately. I’m so sorry Jungwoo.” Your answer will have to suffice for now because your throat is aching terribly from holding back your tears. You’re the one who hurt him, how could you possibly be letting Him comfort You? Once again you feel like you’re bringing him down. You can hear the harsh words and brutal truths from your previous partners nipping at your mind again. Only this time, his voice is there to break your spiraling.

“I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But there’s one thing that you should hear. If nothing else.” He brings you out of his arms to look him in the eye, making sure that you are holding his gaze by placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your shoulder. You’re expecting him to be so angry with you. This is the part where he leaves you forever. You’ve neglected him. You’ve inconvenienced him. You’ve ignored him. And-

“I don’t care what they told you about yourself. Whoever they are. I fucking love-“ his voice breaks in his sincerity, “I love you. I love everything about you. They way you love is perfect just the way it is. You’re my favorite part of life. And if this is something that we have to work on, then we will work on it together. We will get through this. But we can’t do that if you don’t talk to me. You have to let me in. I’m here to help you now. I’m not like them.”

Your body has a physical reaction to his words. They shoot up your spine like an electric shock and land right where your heart is. Never before in your life have you heard someone talk about you with such conviction. You can feel some part of your emotional walls crumbling away. The way he holds you like a treasure. The way he looks at you with more devotion than you can even fathom. Suddenly the voices of your exes get quieter.

“I love you so much sweetheart. You don’t have to be perfect. All you have to do is be yourself. You will Always be more than enough for me.” He presses his soul to yours in the form of a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too Woo, I love you so much.” The dakgalbi is cold, but your hearts are so warm. In this moment you know for certain now. As long as you have each other,

Everything is going to be okay.

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digitaldollyzz · 2 years

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Why is no one talking about how LONG Junhan's fingers are...

I know right! There soon fucking Long like, the thing I would let him do to me. Let me stop lol 😆

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breadcatcreations · 2 years

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Through The Dark

Pairing: Kim Doyoung (Nct) x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: argument, cursing, crying

a/n: I just wanted to say I’m sorry in advance. I’m trying here girly. Idk what made me write this but it happened and it’s here. Rip me. Love y’all happy reading :3

“I hate you,” the words slipped out of your mouth without your mind thinking about them. You and Doyoung were arguing again for the second time this week. This time it was something you called in during an important meeting, and ‘you know not to call me during work hours.’

Of course, you knew those stupid rules he put up for his work time. But the truth was you just wanted to hear his voice, he hadn’t been home in 3 days, he stuffed himself into the recording room.

“Then leave, if you hate me so much,” he spat back at you, a tear slipping down his face before he harshly whipped them away. You were frozen, you didn't mean that word at all. Your whole being froze. This only led him to scoff at you.

“Doyoung I-,” you tried to explain, but he cut you off. “God damnit if you try and give me some half ass excuse for what you just said I’m leaving!” He yelled it so fast that you barely heard any of it.

“Doyoung I-,” you tried to explain, but he cut you off. “God damnit if you try and give me some half ass excuse for what you just said I’m leaving!” He yelled so fast that you barely heard any of it.

You stared down at the ground, eyes filling with tears. "Doyoung you know I di-" you couldn't finish the sentence. Doyoung's gaze and the tears choked you up. you coughed and the more the tears slipped down your face Doyoung scoffed again, this time it hurt more than the first time. "I don't know though, do I y/n?" You couldn't think. the tears didn't stop. you wanted him, you wanted him to embrace you and 'tell it's okay.'

He watched you cry for a good minute, “We are done here, I’m going to the dorm,” he spoke. He knew he was in the wrong here, but his ego couldn’t take admitting he was wrong.

All you wanted was him, all you wanted was to hear his voice. But this is where we're it always led. But for god's sake you love this man with all your life. “Doyoung,” was all you could get out, it was weak and hushed. If you were supposed to love this man, why the hell is the world making it so hard?

Grabbing his bag and keys then and walked out without another word. Clicking the unlock button on his car key. Getting in as tears fell down his face freely. Resting his forehead against the top of his steering wheel. “Fucking shit,” yelling to himself. Leaning back and slamming his palms against the wheel.

Reaching into his bag for his phone, his hand landing on a soft velvet box. Knowing what it was immediately, throwing it back in the back seat. “Fuck!” Finally grabbing the phone. Clicking on Taeyongs number.

You had broken down the second he walked out of the house. Your heart broke. Laying slumped against the headboard of your shared bed. scrolling through your phone. getting tired of seeing all of your friends happy while you were in bed half single. you had cried for a good hour and half only to get an ass eating headache. throwing your phone on the bed somewhere. checking your bedside clock, 4:25. Burying your face in your pillow. You don't know when you fell asleep, but you were out fast.

Doyoung laid on the warn leather couch placed in the living room of the dorm. When he had moved out to live with you someone was moved into his room. Obviously, he didn't care, he barely stayed here, the only times he did was when he stayed late at the studio or like now when you guys had fights.

He stared up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin. sighing, sitting up. "You know that we love you Doie but, fighting with her doesn't make anything better. I don't doubt what she said at that moment. this is your 2nd or 3rd fight this week?" Yuta spoke from the kitchen. Doyoung just stared at his feet.

"What was the reason this time?" Yuta asked, moving closer to the living room, a mug in his hands. "She called me during the meeting with the recording manager," Doyoung said, this caused Yuta to scoff. "May I ask what wrong, you seem on edge," Yuta questioned calmly.

sighing, "normally i would tell you to fuck off and let me deal with it myself, but I need to tell someone." standing up off the couch, "I'll be right back," walking over to Taeyongs room, grabbing his bag. walking out, back to Yuta.

Yuta finally took a seat in the love seat next to the couch. going back to his spot he was sat in. digging through his bag, Yuta sat patiently, with his mug in his hand, watching carefully. Doyoung's hand finally grabs onto the small velvet box. He ends up finding the box open and the ring on the floor of his car when he throws it.

sighing, "You can't tell anyone intel the news is out," Yuta's eyebrows furrowed together, but relaxed his face, and nodded. taking a deep breath, pulling out the box, placing it on the coffee table in front of Yuta. Yuta quickly puts down his mug and grabs the box, eyebrows shot up. opening it Yuta's eyes widen, "holy shit Doyoung!" Yuta excitedly whispers.

Doyoung's heart is beating a million miles a minute in his chest, " is it too soon? is it not pretty eno-," Yuta chuckles and puts his hand up. "Doyoung, man. It's perfect. You guys are perfect. okay?" he nods in agreement. Yuta offers him a gentle smile.

"When and how do you plan on doing it?" Yuta asked with a smile plastered on his face. Doyoung shrugged, "I was going to do it tomorrow, but I Uh can't do that now." Yuta slapped his hand to his forehead. "you're a complete idiot," Doyoung looked at him, pissed, mouth dropped open. Yuta giggled "okay dude what was your plan, like how are you doing IT?"

"Doing what?" quickly snatching up the box. Doyoung faced the last person he wanted to see right now. Haechan stared questioningly at them. Doyoung's face turned a bright shade of pink. He faced Yuta. Come on, he was an amazing liar. Why can't he help him now? He gave Yuta a wide-eyed look. 'Help me,' he mouthed to Yuta.

Yuta only nodded, "I'm helping him make up to Y/n." Yuta said plainly. Doyoung visibly relaxed. Haechan looked annoyed. "Oh, good luck with that," Haechan chirped before walking back to his room. Yuta laughed as Doyoung slouched into his spot.

"Okay where were we, oh yeh, how are you doing it?" Doyoung sighed, he had planned this out to the last detail. "Tell her to meet me at Hangang Park, at 9 pm then I'll be there. she loves sunsets and stars so it's perfect," a smile spread across Doyoung's face. then well walk along. for a little while, stop by the river, catch her off guard while she is talking about how much she loves the stares and get down on one knee. then I guess the rest is to determine." Doyoung only gave Yuta a nervous smile.

Yuta gave him one of the most comforting smiles ever. Yuta stood up, "can i have a hug?" hesitantly Doyoung agreed. " Standing up to embrace Hyung. "a door swings open as Taeyong bursts out. "You tell him and not me that you're proposing." Doyoung quickly pulls away from Yuta's embrace. "I-'' Haechan pops out of his room quickly. "HA, I knew that something was up, Y'all were acting to suspicions for a''makeup ``.'' Doyoung reddens, feeling heat all over his face and neck. Soon everyone in the dorm is filling Doyoung with questions.

"Okay, okay, yes. I'm proposing," everyone around him squeals. "I hate all of you..." a small giggle fills the room. "We love you too" johnny chirps. checking his watch, 4:30. "I'm going to go home now. I'll text the group chat later.

Parking his car in the driveway. taking a deep breath. Stepping out, locking the car, and walking to the front door. Unlocking the door, setting his stuff down and closing the door. "You got this, Doyoung" he quietly whispered to himself. opening the door to your shared bedroom. his heart melted when he saw your still figure, your face was buried in your pillow, quickly making his way to your side. gently lifting your head so that you could breathe properly.

Deciding not to change out of his clothes, only taking off his shirt. laying on his side of the bed, finally feeling at home. Staring at the back of your head. taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, finally getting some needed rest.

When he woke up, he knew that you would still be there, but he didn't expect you to be attached to his side. You were obviously asleep. eyes closed, and your arm throws around his waist. It made his heart melt. You're so pretty. He didn't want to move. Tonight, you were either going to be his future wife or reject him, and you'd never be the same. He wanted to savor these last moments. He moved a little and you stirred awake.

He loved the way you woke up. You did this cute thing where you pushed your head back with your eyes squinted. "Mhm," you opened your eyes. "When did you get home?" turning on his side. "Around 5," he caressed the side of your face. "I'm sorry about last night, angle." you looked up at him with big innocent eyes. "It happens Doie. I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it I just missed you and it felt like you... didn't" He felt a pang in chest. \

Cupping your face. kissing your nose. "I'm sorry angel, I missed you too I promise. I just was tired, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you." kissing your lips "I talked to Yuta last night and he said that I deserved it for starting two fights with you this week."

you nodded, smiling up at him. "I love you Doie," smiling his gummy smile. "I love you so much."

~an hour later~

"I have to leave baby," Doyoung called through the house. "Wait, don't leave yet," you yelled from the kitchen. After a couple seconds, you come running into his arms with a lunch box. 'Have a good day, Doie," you chirped as you placed a kiss on his lips. "Love you," you said as you pushed him out the door. He only laughed as walked to his car

He had a lot to do today, had to call the photographers, call your family to let them know he was doing it today and to not say anything to you, call the florist, call his friends because he was about to shit himself. He ended up doing most of his work at the dorms. his gaze catching on the lunch you made every now and then.

You ended up texting Yuta thanking him for talking to Doyoung. He responded right away, 'no problem' 'hope things are better <3' you had talked to him a little longer. then decided to run some errands.

Doyoung just sent you the text to meet him at the park. He's standing in the parking lot against his car. After he sent you your text, he checked in with the crew he hired. Everyone was ready, he just needed you. as he waited for you, he talked to the guys. He was so nervous he got kind of nauseous.

When he looked up from his phone he saw your car, he pocketed it. taking a deep breath. Shitting himself wasn't an option right now, he can't make you think something up. Slipping his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, ring check, flowers check, you check.

Walking over to your car. you jump out of the car. "Hi babe," the smile you give him is enough to light his world. "Hi love," you walk right into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Shall we go?" he questioned. you nodded and grabbed his hand. "How was work?" you asked looking up at him. "It was fine," he said simply.

You guys mainly walked in silence, enjoying each other's presence. Finally, you made it to the river. the smile that filled your face made his heart dance. "This sunset is so beautiful." you complimented. "It really is," you looked over at him nodding. You noticed he wasn't standing next to you, but instead kneeling. Your face immediately straightened. looking around the park, there were people with cameras, and random people watching.

"Angle," you looked down at him, he reached into his sweatshirt pocket. Pulling out the ring. "Doie," you whispered. "Y/n we have been together for 6 years; you've been by my side the whole time. You've always been my one true love. no matter how many fights we have. we always find our way back to each other."

The tears pricked your eyes. Doyoung had one of your hands in his, the other covering your mouth. "You've been my light. And I can't thank you more for pulling me out of my darkest times." The tears start flowing when he says this. "This may be the most cliche thing ill in the speech, but I want to spend the rest of my life together. forever. Will you be my forever?" the tears finally pricked in his eyes too. when he looked up at you. you were crying, nodding.

"Omg yes," he stood up, taking your hand from your face, slipping the ring on your finger. you heard applause from beside you. Kissing him not caring who was watching. wrapping your arm around his neck. pulling away from the kiss to hug him, "I love you so much." cupping your face to look into your eyes. "I love you too," as you two kissed again rose petals are thrown around you. pulling away to look around you. looking over at the horizon. resting your head on his chest, "it beautiful," he leans down and kisses your head. "mhm," wrapping your arms around his waist. "I love you"

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sunmersflow · 2 years

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You know what else is cute? Yes. Shotaro.

Shotaro would be that type of boyfriend who refuse to wash himself after dance practice. He goes back to his apartment, and found you all cuddle up in your soft blanket, watching your favorite series. As soon as he saw you, he'd just dropping his bags and towel almost immediately, and hang his mask somewhere he doesn't even look at.

And goes to you with his high pitched "ang~" to cuddle you up, feeling himself a bit clingy to you after all those long session of dance practice that drains all his energy up.

All sweaty, is the only thing that you feel coming from this man, and none of you complain about it, cause you found him cute and he found you so comfortable with that blanket on. Without asking him to wash himself, you just let that man hugs you like a bear as you continue to watch and focusing on ur tv, he even jokingly took that popcorn and ate it behind you, since he put his head on the side of ur neck. It's an odd position? I know. But none of you complain. The more he reach out ur popcorn, u get it away from him as he struggles finding it without looking for it, it's just so funny that, the both of you laughed.

His beautiful laugh ringings to ur ear, made you smile so dearly at him. He backed away and staring back at you, pulling you closer by the neck and kisses the side of your lips as a teasing, can't hide that pout of disappointment on your face and you're about to grab him, but he moves faster to stand up infront of you, "I'll be back after shower- and can't you please put it on this episode from the beginning? It's the last episode i watched, we gotta watch it together."

You just nod as an answer and get another peck on your temple as he says, "thanks darling" in between.

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morningsunandnightsky · 2 years

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Fated to be yours | Kim Jungwoo

Cupid au

pairing: cupid!Jungwoo x reader

warnings: death, mention of bullying, bus accident, I think there's one swear word (While none of the warnings I mentioned are explicitly described, I advise you not to read this if any of them trigger you.)

word count: 6.1 k

genre: angst, fantasy, fluff

synopsis: When a tragic ending makes room for a new beginning, it only makes sense for everything to fall into place. But sometimes second chances are even harder than the first. Especially when time and fate have their own way of things.

an: I finally got done with this. It took forever and It's still far from being perfect but I thought it would only be right to give you something on my birthday. I hope you enjoy and if anyone waited for this, I'm sorry I took so long. Please let me know what you think!

This is a continuation of this [03:23 pm] timestamp. You could read this on its own, but it would make more sense if you read both.

Taglist: @gangsta-dragon, @thelilyshope, @donkey-hyuck, @doeilovr

You shift uncomfortably in your seat,

“What are you talking about?”

Voice barely audible.

Something about him makes you stay in your seat even when your senses tell you to run.

“I’m not visible to you” he says once more.

This time his tone irritates you, he isn’t even trying to make you understand.

His cold eyes also have something else in them but you can’t quite make out what that is, it seems locked away. Only visible when you search for it.

The sun makes his skin glow, so much that it almost looks see-through. Your eyes go down to his lips, they have the same shade of pink as his hair.

For a split second, you see your surroundings lose colour and everything moves in slow motion. The people sitting around you look like frozen statues, none of them even blinks. Even the vehicles outside are standing still on the road. All the noise from the busy city has completely vanished. Whilst the clouds seem to be frozen in place.

But you can still see Jungwoo, you can feel him closer to you than ever before and you hear him. You hear him so clearly even though he is not talking to you.

Before you can even process what is happening, the sudden halt of the bus takes you out of your trance. The force almost makes you fall over.

You grab onto the seat in front of you to balance yourself and you hear the voice of the bus driver shouting something out of his window. Everyone gets up to see what is going on, they start whispering to each other and you hear someone calling the emergency number.

No one else seems to have felt what you just did as if you and everyone else were in two different places.

You turn to Jungwoo, but the seat is empty.

The gush of cold air hitting the side of your face makes you look over at the door, it’s wide open but nobody else seems to notice it.

Jungwoo takes a deep breath to calm himself down.

Something definitely happened, something that was not supposed to happen.

Like a glitch almost, a spilt second where the universe was out of balance.

The look he had seen in your eyes tells him that you experienced it too.

How could you see him in the first place? Did he mess up somewhere?

He takes out the small piece of rolled-up parchment from his pocket, not noticing his watch that has stopped running.

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation.

A twist of fate, On the destined date.

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,

Your journey of one, six and eight.”

No matter how much he tries to understand, none of the words make any sense to him.

But he had to be quick because time was running out, that was the one thing he was sure of.

Lost in your thoughts you don’t notice the message you had received from your friend asking you why you weren’t at work yet.

It’s only when you see the name of your boss displayed on your screen, indicating that he is calling you, that you realise how much time has passed.

Your eyes glide past the name to see what time it is.

09:45

You were supposed to start your shift almost an hour ago. And it doesn’t seem like you will be moving any time soon so you grab your bag and get off the bus.

Luckily you weren’t too far away from your stop so you get there relatively fast. And after explaining the situation, your boss didn’t go into it any further. Which you were very thankful for.

As the day goes by your thoughts drift off to Jungwoo, you keep thinking about his weird behaviour.

The more you think about it, the more you understand that he wasn’t interested in you. He didn’t even care to have a chat with you out of courtesy.

If only you hadn’t taken the bus that day, no if only you hadn’t gone up to him. No, you should’ve never invested your time in him or even let him into your head.

A deep sigh leaves your mouth.

No matter how much you try to forget it, a feeling of disappointment still settles in the pit of your stomach. He felt so different to you, you were almost sure he was like no other human being.

But of course, that wasn’t the case. He was far from what you thought of him. Maybe it was your own fault for making up this “perfect façade” about someone you didn’t even know.

And you were hoping to fall in love during the first snowfall of the year, “what a joke” you think to yourself.

Maybe love just wasn’t for you.

Snowflakes are falling softly on the ground, white and glistening, almost erasing all the troubles in the world.

Jungwoo puts his hand out to catch one, even when he knows he can’t. He looks at it while it goes straight through him. But for the first time in a while, it makes him smile.

Because a newfound hope has started to blossom in his chest.

It had been a good day; he managed to bring together two couples and even healed a broken heart. His list was getting shorter and the possibility of regaining his life seemed to come a step closer each day.

From the edge of the building, he is sitting on, he looks down the streets of the city that was once home to him. It had only been a couple of years since he left but a lot had changed.

He spots a child holding onto the hand of his father, trying to keep up with his little feet. Wrapped in a big scarf and wearing little mittens on his hands, he looked absolutely adorable. Anyone could tell how much the father adored him, by the gentle smile grazing his face whilst holding his little hand tightly.

Parental love, a love set deep in the heart but one that is very complex at the same time.

He can’t even remember a time his own parents ever looked at him like that. Because they never did, not even once. He tried so hard for them, to make them like him, to please them and to love them. Hoping he would be loved in return.

A couple walks in the opposite direction, holding hands and giggling slightly. The blush on their faces is evident even from all the way where he was sitting.

First love, the overwhelming feeling of holding someone so close to your heart for the first time, one that he recognises all too well.

Her bright eyes are still engraved in his brain, they were his favourite. Because they made his days bearable. The very last time he looked into her eyes she smiled at him. He felt happy, for once he genuinely felt happy.

He spots a group of friends enjoying the evening in a little coffee shop at the end of the road. Chatting away about their day, sharing laughs and enjoying their youth.

Friendship, a different kind of love, one that is easy to obtain and hard to let go of, one that is easier overlooked but a love destined for everyone.

The only person in the world who accepted him for who he was and who loved him because of that. He was the only person that reached out his hand to him and held it until the very end. His one and only friend, Doyoung.

At the thought of him, Jungwoo feels a sting in his chest. Something like an arrow being shot into his heart.

He takes a few deep breaths before he takes out the parchment again.

“This is the final thing you have to accomplish. If you find the right people and bring them together before your time is up, your second chance at life will be granted. You must be on time, even a minute plays a crucial role. Everything you need to know is writing on here.”

The words keep playing in his head.

One thing he did not understand is why this was delivered separately, and why this one was different to all his other cases.

The sound of the opening door takes him by surprise. He didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour or on a day like this.

But he couldn’t care less because they wouldn’t know he was there anyway.

“A twist of fate, on the destined date.”

Something about this sentence makes him uncomfortable, it provokes worry. Because fate doesn’t have twists. It’s something that is meant to be, right?

“Oh, you’re here too...” he hears a familiar voice say.

He sees you standing by the door when he turns around and then he gets up and walks up to you.

You start walking backwards but he is faster than you and before you know it you are standing with your back against the door.

“I don’t know who you are and I don’t care who you are but if you are here to ruin things for me, spare your energy and go back to where you came from”

You scoff at his words.

“Listen here you prick, I got the memo this morning already! You don’t need to go on about that. But just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean you can treat me like this.”

“Why are you here?”

“Do I have to tell you about what I do with my life now too? Just get out of my way, I’m really not in the mood to argue”

“Can you really see me?”

“Then do you think I'm just talking to the air?" you answer, sighing heavily.

Something doesn’t add up.

You walk past him and go to sit on the other side.

Jungwoo searches for a sign but there is nothing out of the ordinary. Even though he doesn’t trust you, he somehow knows you aren’t a threat to him. Which confuses him even more.

“Could this be part of the assignment?” he thinks to himself.

All he can do now is observe the situation so he decides to sit down too.

For a while you both just sit there not saying anything, it’s strangely peaceful. Neither of you feeling anything.

“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo says.

“You are very rude, you know?”

“I know, that’s why I’m apologising”

When you turn to look at him, he is already facing you. The soft apologetic smile on his face makes your heart skip a beat.

“It’s fine...” you say trying not to give away how much he affects you.

“It’s not that I dislike you, I just thought- you were someone else”

You nod at him not really knowing what to say, hearing his words makes you feel slightly better.

As the misunderstanding is somewhat settled you slowly fall into a conversation, which goes on for hours into the night without either of you realising.

Just like the time that is ticking away.

The following days you still wait for him each morning but now he sits next to you and you spend your mornings with him before starting your day. And most evenings are spent on the rooftop, you meet practically every day but even so, there is never a dull moment between you two.

You find out that you two had lived on the same road when growing up and even crossed paths when you still were in school.

He understood your sense of humour that most people found lame. And there was always something to talk about. It just was so easy with him. Which made it even easier to fall for him.

Jungwoo felt it too, he knew something changed. It was exciting and new to him...you felt different to him.

He looks up to the publishing company in front of him. It was weird for him to be led to a specific place but he was sure he needed to be here for his next case. Not too long after entering, he finds the man he came for and he sees you sitting behind one of the many desks too.

A rush of anxiety goes through his body at the thought of it being you he has to set up with him. So, he turns around and begins to walk out. But he knows can’t let personal feelings get in the way, no matter how much he dislikes it.

He gets the little sachet filled with love and returns to the office. He looks at every move of the man after he has done what he needs to do. He can feel his heartbeat increasing with each passing minute.

He sees him walk over to the row where you are sitting at. His fists have become white from how hard he is clenching them. But the man walks pasts your chair and goes up to a woman a couple of desks further.

One thing leads to another and before you know it, he is down on his knee asking her to marry him. Jungwoo lets out the breath he was holding in this whole time.

He feels selfish for being so happy that it wasn’t you, but at the same time, he can’t contain it.

When you step out of the company that evening, you immediately spot your favourite smile across the street. Your heart does a little twirl when he tells you he has been waiting for you.

“Can I take you somewhere?” he asks

“Huh? Isn’t almost everything closed by now?”

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t even have to think about it, which confuses you. But at the same time, the question brings you peace as if it’s the most normal thing ever to trust him.

You look at him and smile, “I do”

He leads you all the way to the other side of the city. The further you get, the lesser the bustling of the evening gets. Almost as if you aren’t even in the same city anymore.

Jungwoo leads you into a park. A look of recognition settles on your face when memories from high school come floating back. It had been ages since you last visited this place and you almost forget about it.

After a while of walking in silence, Jungwoo turns to you with a huge grin on his face.

“Close your eyes, please”

You look at him with raised eyebrows and a playful smile but do as he asks. A couple of moments and warily steps later he tells you that you can look.

A surprised gasp leaves your mouth as you look around. Endless bushes full of pink roses covered with a layer of thin ice come into view.

“You like it?” you hear him ask

“Yes, they are so beautiful” you answer as you carefully trace the icy petals of the flowers.

You’re taking pictures when you look over at Jungwoo. He is standing surrounded by all the flowers. A soft smile is grazing his face and an unusual yet alluring energy is radiating off of him. You can’t take your eyes off of him so you decide to take a photo.

What you don’t notice is how Jungwoo is slowly fading away on your phone.

The pure joy on the elderly couple’s faces fills Jungwoo’s heart. Two people who had been searching for one another for more than 20 years while never giving up on their love for each other, could finally be together again. It was such an authentic form of love; one he was envious of.

Maybe if the circumstances were different, he could have experienced it too. Spending a lifetime with one person...

You enter his mind.

Your curious eyes and the way you laughed at his jokes, or how cute you looked with your huge scarf that covered most of your face. He wouldn’t mind experiencing more moments like that, he wouldn’t mind at all if it was you.

When he crosses out the elderly couple’s names, he notices he only has one more pair left. For some reason whoever, it does not make him happy.

He was a step closer to his goal each day but something felt off, it seemed too good to be true. It was almost too easy.

He puts the list away and strolls down the street, maybe he could see you again.

And not much later, as if his heart led him to you, he sees you walking down the street. He hurries to catch up but then decides to stay a couple of steps behind you.

Just as you reach the bus stop, you abruptly stop and turn around, catching him off guard. Jungwoo practically jumps in the air and you start laughing uncontrollably.

“For fuck’s sake you almost gave me a heart attack”

“That wouldn’t happen if you weren’t sneaking up on me, would it?” you ask, highly amused.

“I was not sneaking up on you. I just wanted to say hi!”

“Oh yeah of course”

“What are you doing here anyway?” you say as you pull your coat around you even tighter to keep yourself warm.

“I was just in the area, are you cold?”

“Yes, are you not? How come you are always dressed so lightly?” you ask him as you reach out to touch his cheeks.

Jungwoo takes a step backwards but you still manage to cup his cheeks. He can feel your cold hands on his face and for the first time ever someone’s touch doesn’t go through him.

He is at a loss for words, partly because he doesn’t understand and partly because it feels so foreign. It has been so long since he has physically felt anything.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you say when you realise what you are doing.

“No, no please don’t” you hear him say before he wraps his arms around you.

“May I please hold you for a moment?”

The mood suddenly shifts into something emotional, you both can feel it but you don’t acknowledge it. You allow him to hold you, sensing he needs it.

Being in his arms felt safe, something like returning home.

After what felt like ages, Jungwoo slightly pulls back and asks you if you have warmed up a bit.

Not being able to look into his eyes, you nod while keeping your eyes on his chest.

“You look so cute” you hear him say

Now you were definitely feeling warmed up. His words made you feel butterflies all throughout your body. When you look up at him you see him looking back at you with his sweet smile.

“You look cute too,” you say to him.

He chuckles slightly and it’s the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard.

You stand there looking into each other’s eyes with hearts beating in the same rhythm.

You see Jungwoo’s eyes flicker down to your lips, and feeling a bit confident after his compliment you start to lean in.

You see Jungwoo’s smile get bigger before you close your eyes.

Before he can lean in, he suddenly hears a ticking sound. When he looks up to see where it comes from, he sees the familiar number appear above your head. All the blood disappears from his face when he realises what it means.

You were his last assignment.

He pulls away from you in shock but also disappointment. Out of everyone it had to be you.

You open your eyes when you feel him pull away and ask if everything is alright. The look on his face tells you it’s not but he doesn’t say anything.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-I think I should go,” he tells you.

It’s so clearly visible, there is only one day left.

Before you can say anything else your bus arrives and he is suddenly nowhere to be seen.

You reach for your phone to call him but you realise you never asked for his number nor that you have ever seen him use his phone.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, he takes out his list but doesn’t unfold it. This can’t be right. It can’t be you out of everyone in this city. He wishes so desperately that he is wrong but he knows he isn’t. He saw the numbers above your head, just like he had seen them for every one of the people he had to bring together. Indicating how long he had to find the right person for them and complete his task. It was tricky at first but after the first few couples, he got the hang of it and it actually became something he looked forward to. Because the look on everyone’s faces after he sealed their love for each other, was priceless.

But not this time, every second that passes makes him want to stop. It doesn’t even matter if he can get his life back now because what was the purpose of it if you were not going to be there with him? But he has no choice, he has to if he does not want to disappear completely.

The paper feels rough on his fingers almost as if it’s digging into his skin, mocking him for even hoping something would work out for him. He knew he should never have let his guard down for you but it’s not like he could prevent it. Not with you.

But the harsh reality is staring back at him once he unfolds and reads your name. The golden letters shine under the city lights. Was this why everything seemed so easy? Because he would be backstabbed in the end? Was this the reason why only this mission was written in riddles? So, he could feel his heart crumbling down while he solved it? Was this all a cruel joke he had to pay for just because he wanted a second shot at life?

Jungwoo looks up at the sky with tears in his eyes as his hand crumbles the paper into a ball. But no matter how much pain he feels, the world just goes on. The buzzing of the city doesn’t die down nor do the stars stop sparkling in the night sky.

One more day and all of this would end.

Strolling through the streets he sees everyone setting up the last bits of decorations for valentine’s day. Everywhere he looks he sees pink and red hearts, flowers and signs. He wishes he could be here for it, to see the full effect of his hard work. The streets would be filled with people in love, falling in love and wanting to love.

You’d be too...once he completes his mission, you’d be loved by someone that you love too. You’d be happy...with someone else. You’d spend your days with that person from now on...

No matter how much he tries to prepare himself for it, he can’t accept it. How could he when he was in love with you? How could he be okay with binding you to someone else while he will disappear from your life?

The one thing that slightly calms down his wavering feelings is the fact that your partner’s name has not yet been revealed to him. While waiting does make him anxious, he feels comforted by the thought he doesn’t have to go out and find them just yet.

Then he feels it again, the same thing he felt on the bus. Everything and everyone seems to stop moving, even the snow falling down has stopped mid-air. This time whoever something happens. Golden light surrounds him and disappears into his pocket. Once reaches down he pulls out the list and the parchment, both being lit up by the light. But no matter how many times he looks and rereads them, nothing about them changes.

As he follows the beam of the light, he sees the same ticking clock that has appeared on his wrist. Four golden numbers reveal the same countdown he had seen that night with you.

The world starts moving again and everyone resumes what they were doing. Yet again, no one else seems to have experienced what he just did.

The bus stops right in front of him like it does every single day but none of it is the same. He hesitates to get on and almost turns back when he sees your face, smiling so brightly at him. He gives you a small smile back while getting on and walks towards you. Every step he takes feels heavier than the last one. The ticking of the clock becomes louder and louder in his ears.

“You’re finally here! I missed you this morning”, he hears you say. Making all the noise in his head disappear.

“Sorry, I missed the bus” he lies.

The way you are looking at him tells him that you don’t believe him but you don’t pry further.

“I want to ask you something”

Jungwoo turns his head to you and smiles. But you can see the sadness in his eyes. It’s so intense that it makes your heartache.

“What is it?”

There are a million things you want to ask him but can’t bring yourself to.

“Can I get your number maybe? I realised we never exchanged them and it would be easier if anything like this morning happens again...don’t you think?” you laugh awkwardly

He chuckles before responding, “I’m sorry but my phone broke a while ago”

“Oh! that’s totally fine...”

Maybe he doesn’t want my number, you think to yourself. The familiar disappointing feeling settles in your stomach. Maybe he doesn’t like me that much after all...

Jungwoo notices how your mood has dropped and it kills him to know it’s because of him. He didn’t lie to you, ever since the accident his phone had been broken...

There is something he has been contemplating ever since he found out you were his last mission. Everything will come to an end if he does it. Everything he has worked for all of this time will vanish and leave this world like it never existed.

He knows and yet he chooses you.

“Do you maybe want to go on a date tomorrow? It’s Valentine’s Day...” he asks a bit unsure.

With a bright smile, you look up at him and nod.

“I’d love that!” you tell him. The feeling in your stomach turns into a million butterflies.

03:00

Jungwoo pushes his sleeve back up once he sees there are only three hours left for your binding. While it’s strange your partner’s name hasn’t shown up yet, he isn’t too worried because he has dealt with similar cases.

He makes his way over to the door and grabs the handle, then hesitates. If he goes to you and the person you are meant to be with shows up, then he won’t be able to do anything but complete his mission. But if they do not show up, he’ll disappear right in front of your eyes once the timer reaches its end.

Both of the options break his heart even more.

Time passes by without him moving from his spot. Eventually, he lets go and goes back to sit down. No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t do it.

He takes out the parchment one last time.

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation.

A twist of fate, On the destined date.

The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined,

Your journey of one, six and eight.”

The sun is setting already when he feels his wrist light up again.

02:00

You must be wondering where he is, he thinks. Your date was supposed to start half an hour ago...

“Your journey of 1-6-8...168 hours?” he quickly takes out his list to see when he brought together his first couple of this year.

Exactly one week ago.

“A step in the right direction after great hesitation...But that doesn’t seem right? I didn’t hesitate with any of the bindings...”

That’s when it hits him.

“I hesitated to get close to y/n!”

His wrist begins to hurt as the light seems to have become brighter.

01:30

You’re standing in front of the café you agreed to meet at. An hour has passed and you still see no sign of him. But you keep waiting with the bouquet of pink roses and the new phone you bought him, in your hands.

“He will be here”

01:00

“The appointed hour, a blessing and curse combined...The hour it’s all over! A blessing for y/n and a curse...for me?”

So many things rush through his brain and he feels the blood streaming through his veins. His heartbeat is almost as loud as the cars passing by him.

There is something he overlooked, something he completely disregarded in all of this.

00:30

“A twist of fate, On the destined date...” as soon as he reads out the remaining line, a sharp pain shoots through his arm. When he looks down, he sees the timer pulsating on his wrist.

He grabs the edge he is sitting on as tightly as he can so he doesn’t fall off. He turns himself around and lets himself fall down on the concrete beside him. His hands are trembling uncontrollably and his breathing is staggered. There it is, the answer he has been looking for this entire time. Written in the same golden letters as your name and the clock.

“Kim Jungwoo”

He was the one fated to be yours.

00:20

He gets up and sprints down as fast as he can, wishing with all that he has that you’re still waiting for him.

00:10

He arrives in front of the café but you aren’t there. He goes inside but you aren’t sitting at the many tables in the shop either.

His wrist feels like it’s on fire and his lungs could give in at any moment, but he keeps running with the winter air hitting his face.

00:05

The tears running down his eyes disappear into the void before they reach the ground. He feels himself go weaker by the minute. Even his skin looks almost invisible.

The bus stop is his last hope, it’s the only place he can think of and he so hopes he is right. The sounds around him start to quiet down and his surroundings become hazy.

But he sees you so clearly. Standing at the bus stop like the very first time he saw you.

“Y/n” he calls out with the last bit of energy he has left.

00:00

You turn around but there is no one. Only the occasional car passes by. The streets are as empty as you feel at the moment. For a slight second, you thought someone called your name, that he called your name. Maybe you just hoped for it...

One year later

“It’s that time of the year again everyone, love is in the air! And while this is a very happy day that we spend with a loved one, we’d like to remember the ones that no longer are with us. As they too deserve to be loved on a day like this. I’d first like to mention the devastating bus accident that happened exactly 5 years ago where a high school student named Kim Jungwoo, tragically left us after being hit by bus 32 while crossing the road. May he rest in peace and the people still mourning for him be given the strength to keep going forward. The second case we’d like to remember today...”

You wipe away the tear running down your cheek while the radio beams through the bus. You're not even paying attention to what they're saying as you look at the seat next to you that is still empty. No matter how much time passes, there doesn’t go a day by where you don’t hope that he will get on and sit next to you. Tell you he is sorry for being late and flash you that smile you love so dearly.

When you check the time on your phone, the photo you took of him is staring back at you. And a small smile appears on your face. “I’ll see you in a bit...” you whisper.

After searching for so long, you found out where he went. For a long time, you tried to forget about him but you couldn’t. So, you searched for him everywhere. You resented him but you loved him. You couldn’t just let go thus you found him eventually...

After ringing the bell you get off at the cemetery.

You make your way through the different rows of headstones while you clutch the flowers tightly to your chest.

You see a man standing at the place you were looking for. He keeps apologising for something and tears keep running down his cheeks. Eventually, you see him drop to his knees while letting out an agonizing scream.

The sound of pure heartbreak in his voice is too much for you so you start crying with him as you can’t hold yourself back.

After what seems forever you approach him and lay down the flowers in your hands.

“Are you here for Jungwoo?” he asks you with a broken voice

You slowly nod as you wipe your eyes.

“Are you a family member? Oh, I’m sorry if I’m overstepping...”

“No, I’m his best friend...”

“Doyoung?”

He looks up at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Do I know you?”

“Jungwoo told me all about you” you explain.

Doyoung looks at the headstone in front of him with a pained expression on his face.

“Did he mention how I’ve been an awful friend?”

You shake your head slightly and say, “actually he spoke very highly of you. He told me you were always there for him. And that he was glad he was able to meet a friend like you.”

The tears keep falling down his face.

“I don’t deserve to be remembered like that. Not- not after what I did to him...”

“I’m sure he thinks differently. He never once spoke badly about you. He never spoke badly about anyone, to begin with...”

“He didn’t...he loved a lot, too much sometimes.”

“So, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like this, he wouldn’t have wanted it.”

Slowly but surely, you both fall into a deep conversation about the one you held so dearly to your heart.

“Could you tell me what happened, please?” you ask unsurely

Doyoung takes a deep breath and looks down at his hands on his lap.

“He got bullied all throughout high school. There was no reason for it but they never stopped...Jungwoo never liked conflict so he would just bear all of it on his own. I tried to be there for him whenever but in senior year this new girl joined and he suddenly changed. Jungwoo caught feelings for her and that just added to everything. She was part of that group and when word got out that he liked her, the bullying became worse. There were days he would end up in the hospital but even then, it didn’t matter to him because she cared about him. But that wasn’t the case because she is the reason he isn’t here anymore.”

A fresh set of tears start to roll down his face.

“He didn’t believe she had bad intentions. I-I should have stopped it....it was valentine’s day just like today, a few days before his birthday when she asked him to come help her because she was stuck at school. I warned him not to believe her and asked him not to go...but I didn’t stop him when he insisted. He said he just wanted to check if she was safe...I don’t know what happened inside but when I went after him, he was already running out while crying...he didn’t look good; they had hurt him. Then-then...he ran across the street...I was too late...I let it happen before my eyes...”

You stroke his back in an effort to comfort him even though you barely can compose yourself.

A heavy silence, only broken with an occasional snuffle settles in.

“How did you know him?” you hear him ask after a while.

“We both took the same bus home every day so we met naturally; it was spring when I saw him for the first time. I can’t believe it’s been a year already...It feels like yesterday when I went up to him-”

Doyoung looks at you with a confused expression on his face, “What do you mean a year? Jungwoo has been gone for five years already...”

You feel as if time has stopped yet again, your hands feel clammy and your head can’t comprehend what he is telling you.

“That’s not possible...I even took this photo of him” you take out your phone again with shaky hands. But when you look down at your screen to show him, your phone falls out of your hand.

He is no longer there.

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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2:19 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 453 words / smut

Warnings: cursing, thigh riding, teasing

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day eighteen of kinktober - lee mark x thigh riding

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You watched as Mark locked the door to your shared bedroom before making his way over to sit on the small couch that was located in the corner of your room. Almost instantly, his hand patted his thick, muscular thighs, indicating where to sit.

You, on the other hand, were more eager than you should have been to straddle his lap, but he had other plans. Once he positioned you over his thigh comfortably as your arms went to lock around his neck, pressing your needy lips against his. The taste of his lips were intoxicating, making you moan from the texture alone.

The moment Mark's hands slid under your skirt, you couldn’t help but hide the whimpers that escaped your lips. His hands were cold as they began to knead at the exposed flesh of your ass, looking over to see your red lace thong on full display for him.

"That's a pretty sight," Mark softly groaned as you began to slowly rock yourself over his muscular thigh.

Within seconds, his free hand went to your check as he leaned in to press a passionate kiss to your lips. Despite Mark always trying to assert his dominance on you, his soft, delicate side came out at times, which you loved more than anything. You loved when he was always affectionate with you, but sometimes you wished he'd be just a little more rough with you.

"Mark," You whimpered once he bit down on your bottom lip, "Do something. Please."

Mark couldn't help but chuckle at your desperate state as you attempted to grind your hips over his thigh harder, wanting something more than this. He slowed your movements with his hands, gripping your waist tightly and chuckling when you still tried to move.

"Patience baby," He whispered as he kissed alongside your jaw, moving your hair out of your face, "Let me just adore my beautiful girlfriend for a while and have her grind herself on my thighs before I fuck her into oblivion.”

You gulped at his words before nodding patiently and letting him touch you in ways that sent shivers up your spine. Mark always knew how to have you squirming under his touch.

You let a small yelp escape your lips when his large, calloused hands placed themselves firmly on your hips, hands guiding you to grind your barely clothed pussy against his jean cladded thighs.

"Fuck," You mumbled against his lips, hands holding onto his shoulders for support, "Please."

"If you can make yourself cum on my thighs like this, then I'll fuck you good," Mark explained, hands moving to rest behind his head as he watched you, "Now get going baby, you've got work to do."

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imnotjaesblog · 9 months

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Pink Perfume

Starring: Kim Doyoung

Featuring: Jung Jaehyun and Kim Jungwoo

Warnings: None

Short & Sweet, love at first sight.

This is pure fluff with very little angst if you squint.

Words: 1k

This is short and sweet.

Fresh citrus, water, and green notes. Refreshing, zesty, and vibrant smells. Fresh green fragrances are often reminiscent of herbal and leafy scents for a crisp, uplifting smell he thought.

Florals, Floral fragrances are one of the most popular families and one of the broadest. Any fragrance that has a sweet and flowery scent will belong under this family, using notes such as roses, jasmine, lilies, and peonies. Floral fragrances can range from being light and delicate, to more complex and intense.

Oriental fragrances are warm, sweet, and even a little spicy. A more luxurious fragrance family, oriental fragrances vary from floral oriental, soft oriental, and woody oriental.

Perfumes and aftershaves in this family are rich and sensual, often made with interesting notes of cardamom, cinnamon, and vanilla alongside the likes of jasmine, orchid, and orange blossom. Woody fragrances are another warm family, with a mysterious and captivating scent that is often favored amongst aftershaves in particular. Using wood-based smells like cedarwood, sandalwood, vetiver, and amber, it’s a great choice for wearing in the evening. Woody fragrances are split into mossy woods with an earthy, sweet undertone, and dry woods which often have a smoky, leathery smell to them.

Doyoung told this to himself every day when he saw her. She traveled down the street every day at twelve until she passed by him and his shop until she passed again at twelve-thirty. There he stood every day holding a pink little bottle of perfume. And every day she passed him he tried to figure out what perfume she was wearing. Sometimes she smelt like Jasmine, other days she smelled like vanilla.

He wondered what scent was created to make her smell so perfect, so enticing. He never spoke to her. She was the scent of his fantasies. The other boys in the store noticed their friend standing outside every day at twelve with a sample perfume bottle in his hand offering it to people. He never offered it to her, he figured based on her glorious sent she didn't need it.

So at twelve when he grabbed a sample bottle of their newest perfume he rushed outside making sure not to drop the glass bottle on the way out. The door chimed jingling as he stepped outside in the warm summer air. He saw her from afar, just up the block, this time with a friend wrapped around her arm.

She giggled next to her friend wearing a pretty floral dress. Her friend wearing something similar to her. She looked different. Usually, she would wear dress pants or skirts with a blouse use, and her hair was always wrapped up. She sometimes looks stressed and completely over her life.

Today she looked bright and alive, it warmed his heart. All the color in her face was restored. She walked closer to where he stood. The boys in the store watched from behind the counter to see if he would finally talk to her. Doyoung gulped working his courage to offer her a smell of their perfume. She had already started walking past Doyoung, not noticing his arm extending out to her to ask her a question.

Her friend instead stopped eyeing the perfume shop then the little bottle in Doyoung’s hand. She took hold of her friend's elbow nodding to the shop. The discount sign at the bottom also caught her eye.

"Can we go inside? I need a new perfume bottle," She asked and the girl nodded with a smile. "Yeah it smells good in there," she said. Doyoung's eyes followed her inside. Holding the door open for the two ladies.

The girl with the loose hair stepped in first who’s Doyoung’s eyes followed. He went behind the counter Jungwoo taking his place outside and the pink bottle from his hands. He watched the girl whose name he learned through over hearing her conversations was Jasmine. Jasmine watched her friend pick up different bottles and place them back down. She glanced at the perfumes but didn’t pick one.

Jaehyun went over to help her friend smiling every time she sprayed the light little pink bottle of perfume on a piece of white paper and brought it to her nose. His dimples were on display every time she smiled. Holding the bottle in her hands she sprayed it onto the paper smelling it. She nodded letting Jaehyun know this would be the bottle she would take. Jaehyun smiled taking the sample from her hands and fetching the fresh perfume for her.

Jasmine walked away letting her friend talk with Jaehyun, she walked over to the cologne. With a suspicious brow, Doyoung stepped away from the counter and to Jasmine clearing his throat and relaxing his body.

“Do you need any help?" he asked her disguising his nerves with a warm smile. His fingers shook behind his hands. This was the first time he ever spoke to her. She was even prettier up close and smelled just like he remembered she smelled yesterday. Jasmine nodded lifting her arm to grab a sample bottle of cologne and then another. Just as she picked up the second one Doyoung noticed the engagement ring on her finger. His smiled faded feeling a pinch in his heart. No wonder her eyes never met his. She was in love with another.

Doyoung felt his world crash. He felt nothing but defeat. His lips formed a small frown. He tried to look away from her eyes. Glancing over at Jaehyun chuckling with Jasmine’s friend. He watched the pair seeing her friend talk to Jaehyun and laugh at his terrible jokes. He looked at the front door seeing a girl walk up to Jungwoo with a bright smile. It seemed like everyone was having some sort of good luck, but him.

"Which one would you recommend? I'm getting married soon and my fiance needs a new cologne. I want to surprise him," she said excitedly. He shook his head. Jasmine had pulled him from his thoughts. He cleared his throat wiping his hands on his pants. He felt less nervous to talk to her now.

Doyoung smiled pointing to the bottle in her right hand. "That one is my favorite, I'm sure he'll love it," he said smiling through his pain. His heart wasn't broken, he had just discovered her name five minutes ago. But his excuse to leave at twelve every day would now have a different meaning. Jasmine started to fade from his fantasy. He brought her to the counter and scanned her item. He bagged it for her and treated her like any other customer. Once she finished you came from behind her holding a unopen bottle of perfume in your hand.

Doyoung sighed when he took the bottle from your hands fingers brushing over each other. He didn't pay much attention to your face until you made a noise. "Ah no. The box is open," you said seeing a piece of the tape broken. Doyoung looked away from your face and at the box. He opened it checking the bottle. The bottle was untouched. You chewed on your lip frustrated. That was the last bottle in the store.

"I promise it was like that," you said worried he thought you tried to steal it. He hadn't spoken since you got to the counter. He looked back at your face, eyes still not meeting his. Until you felt a gaze on you. When you looked up your eyes brushed with his. Wonder in his eyes and worry in yours.

"I promise I didn't" you reassured. Doyoung shook his head a small smile on his lips. "I believe you, it's alright," he began placing a new piece of tape on the box. He handed you the box without scanning it. You widened your eyes holding it in your hand. He took out a bag took it from you and placed it inside. "Take it," he said with a warm smile.

"Really?" you asked surprised. He nodded taking another look into your eyes. You were easier to talk to you and you were just as beautiful as Jasmine, maybe even prettier and you happened to pick his favorite perfume off the shelf. The one he held every day from twelve to twelve-thirty you were buying the last one. Maybe that time did have a different meaning.

You smiled taking the bag. You bowed your head at him. "Thank you," you said leaving with a small wave. He watched you walk away reality hitting him. He couldn't let you walk away. He couldn’t let you turn into a twelve o’clock fantasy like Jasmine was. He wouldn't be quiet this time. And it was clear you hadn’t shown much interest in Jaehyun. He had asked you for your number but you rejected him.

He ran after you. You weren’t even half way down the block yet. The wine breezes through his dark hair, cheeks flushed when he finally reached you. The small bag he gave you hanging on your wrist. He tapped your shoulder. You turned around Jasmine hadn't realized you stopped and kept walking continuing her story to no one.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to chase after you," he chuckled through breaths. You also chuckled. "But, I wanted to know if I could have your number?" he asked squinting his eyes from the sun. You nodded taking your phone out of your purse. "Sure," you said handing him your phone. He handed you his and you put in your number. He read the contact name.

“Your name is Y/n?" he asked. You nodded checking his name. "Nice to meet you too Doyoung," you said putting your phone back in your bag. He smiled waving your contact. “I’ll text you,” he said with a smile. You copied his motion. “I’d like that,” you responded. Jasmine who eventually stopped walking and watched the encounter between you two walked back up the block and waited for you off to the side.

“Y/n I hate to break this but we have a rehearsal,” she said with a apologetic smile. You nodded letting out a sigh. “Sorry I have to go, wedding rehearsal,” you shrugged. Doyoung nodded understandingly.

“But I get out at twelve,” you said Doyoung’s head picking back up. He smiled again fixing the small bag around your wrist. “Then I’ll call you and if you want I can take you out,” he said rather bold, but not overwhelming.

“That sounds nice,” you responded. Then you began to walk away sending him a small wave. “I have to go and I look forward to your call,” you said jokingly. He chuckled waving you goodbye placing his hands in his pocket. He watched as you walked away safely only walking back up the street when you turned the corner.

Once you turned the corner he went back to the shop and waited until around twelve to call you.

Fin

Something short and sweet for Doyoung. Hope you enjoyed it!

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