#lee jaehyun x reader

[zzoguri]

here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ➵ lee sangyeon & lee hyunjae

non-idol!lee sangyeon x reader, non-idol!lee hyunjae x reader

when you land the lead role for your university's upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague's, you're certain that the universe is not on your side.

genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, slight friends to lovers (kind of), afab reader (they/them pronouns), university au, theater au (?), suggestive themes, drinking, pet names (sweetheart), huh yunjin is your bestfriend, i don't remember much from physics so my bad if angular momentum is not taught in college (or probably a basic lesson), kevin moon is the director and kibum from shinee is the teacher advisor, three different scenes and one flashback, p1harmony cravity twice and ive cameo too, theater kids do know how to have fun!, sangyeon macbeth burn, the scottish play is macbeth btw, theater superstitions mentioned!!

word count ➵ 6.1k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @vernyangel @mosviqu

a/n ➵ here's my submission for the secret santa fic exchange of the deoboyznet! i got daisy @daisyvisions <3 i hope you enjoy this, and i hope i got to fulfill your request (and did justice to sangmil) <3 thank you to @vernyangel and @winterchimez for betareading this <3 also thank you to @shegotthewoobies and @sizzlingdino for sharing your theater knowledge <3 much love <3 i'll definitely consider writing a part 2 for this fic if anyone wants it :') for everyone, please don't forget to reblog (even if it's in your tbr) and leave feedback <3

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To exist is to perform. At every waking moment—every second, every location, every play—is an audience ready to witness an act, regardless of whether they attended the first act or came in the middle of the third. To exist is to perform. No matter what role you signed up for, you’re left to act as your own backstage crew, cast, and director. To exist is to perform. There’s no such thing as intermission for the crowd remains rooted in their seats. To exist is to perform. You’re born an actor; nothing can change that.

There’s an unwritten contract that comes with being an actor; it is to understand your role and scene, and then immerse in what your character is undergoing. Let the curtains draw back and feel. And most of all, never allow the audience or your castmate to disrupt the show.

(It didn’t matter if you were performing for someone or no one. The roles you undertake are made for you, after all; it’s only right to perform, perform, perform.)

(And regardless of the nature of the role—ensemble or lead, it didn’t matter because they held their own value—you knew to perform it as if it were your last show. But you’ll never allow yourself to be a ham; you would rather have someone exclaim the official name of “The Scottish Play” in the theater—scratch that, you would rather hear “good luck” at every opening night.)

For today’s play, you’re left with a monotonous role—a university student forced to listen to the blabbering of a lecturer as they teeter on a tightrope. At any second, you swear you could almost slip and fall into slumber, but the sound of your professor clearing his throat is what has you scrambling back into focus. 

“So, angular momentum.” God, you need to get out of here.

Before you can find yourself falling back into your thoughts, the table vibrates. You look down at your phone to see a text from your best friend.

jennikirin: GIRRRLLL… jennikirin: i just heard that sir key posted the casting list

Your eyebrows shoot up. With hands quick to grab your phone and type out a reply, the voice of your professor turns into elevator music.

y/n: HUHHH isn’t that supposed to be coming out next week??? jennikirin: YEAA but zuha told me that sir key and kevin wanted it up early just so they could start preparing for the production jennikirin: jichang told her btw HUEYIQEYE y/n: IMCRYAINDG!?!@?@ y/n: fuck ME now i have to sit through the rest of this class knowing that the list is out already??? jennikirin: DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED i’m stuck with sir son in stupid econ…  jennikirin: like I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU GREGORY MANKIW!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! y/n: i’m learning about stupid angular momentum under sir won… y/n: like i’m only here because ITS A GENERAL SUBJECT!!! I’M AN ADVERTISING MAJOR?? jennikirin: nvm sir son is dismissing us early 💗 i’m bolting to that corkboard see ya y/n: FAWK YEWWWW

All you have to do is follow through with your role until the curtains draw close—a simple task that seems impossible to complete. If your knees were to hit the ground and your hands would come together in a prayer position, would the performance be life-changing that the show is cut short? Could you be free from your duty as an actor playing a student?

(And it’s funny because you spent countless hours studying and praying to get into this university; you were in no position to complain.)

“That’s it for today’s class! Please make sure to read up on—”

You were out of the classroom before you could hear your professor’s full announcement. The details of your next assignment don’t matter when your fate is stored in a paper posted on a corkboard.

(Though, you know it is a lie. You did need to pass Mr. Won’s class to get your degree, and you didn’t want to go through Physics a second time.)

The hallway is filled with rumbling students, off to go to their next class or itching to get some food during their break in between. As you made your way through, you could only spit out half-hearted excuses—Sorry! Just passing!—as you bumped shoulders with strangers. Different looks were thrown your way, apologetic and scornful ones to name a few.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you look down to see a text message from Yunjin. A sigh leaves you as you type out a reply while walking.

jennikirin: I JUST GOT HERE jennikirin: WRU y/n: OTW WAIR FIR ME jennikirin: BITCHHHH OKAY

Once you’ve made it out of the sea of extras, you can spot the brown corkboard surrounded by a crowd of students, and you can see your ginger-haired friend looking down at her phone. She’s pacing around, struggling to not look at the cast list.

“Huh Yunjin!” Her eyes land on you as you call out her name. You scurry your way to her. “Sorry! The hallways were packed.”

“It’s fine! Now, we need to check the casting list. I was practically dying not looking at it.” She tugs on your arm, maneuvering you both closer to the paper plastered on the corkboard. As she says excuses, you spot familiar faces leaving with different expressions—joy and disappointment to name a few.

You can spot Yoon Keeho and Hwang Intak walking away, sighs of relief leaving them. Shoulders down are what Kang Minhee and Ham Wonjin sported, a teary-eyed Song Hyeongjun trailing behind the two. Faces of those you knew during your time in countless productions, and others you’ve only met during auditions; they’ve read the paper that had their fates.

Every step is a dreadful one as you trudge your way through the crowd. (Or you could say being dragged by your best friend.) But before you can attest, you find yourself facing Yunjin, both of you only one look away from finding out your fates.

“Okay, are we ready?” Be still, your heart.

With one nod, you both look at the piece of paper that holds the names of those participating in the Romeo and Juliet production. As you spot Yunjin’s name beside Rosaline Capulet, your heart leaps at the sight.

“Oh my god, Yunjin, you GOT IT!”

“Y/N, YOU’RE JULIET!” You lock eyes with your best friend, eyebrows raised in confusion at her words. “Girl, look!” She moves your face with one hand and has the other pointing right where your name lands—Y/N as Juliet Capulet. Your hand reaches to your face, palm covering your mouth as you hold back a gasp. Mind jumbled, you didn’t know what to say.

Yunjin pulls you into an embrace, jumping in her place. “WE GOT IN!” Her cheer sounds throughout the hallway, earning stares from those surrounding you two and those passing by.

Your eyes trail down the list, trying to find someone’s name. The sight of your other best friend’s name has you smiling, but you’re pulled out of your utopia when you find it situated beside a character he didn’t audition for—Lee Jaehyun as Count Paris.

“Hyunjae didn’t get Romeo?” The whisper has Yunjin halting her actions.

Her eyes rest back on the casting list. “What? He didn’t get in?”

“No, he did, but he’s playing Paris.” With furrowed eyebrows, your eyes look to who your scene partner is; who is your Romeo Montague? And when you see the word “Lee”, you expect that Sir Key might’ve made a mistake and inputted Hyunjae’s name twice.

That is until you read the word that trails after the first—Lee Sangyeon as Romeo Montague.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Lighting erupts within you. The air current moves at a speed fast enough to form a tornado, and it just so happens that you’re in the eye of it. You’re face-to-face with a natural disaster, wondering its next course of action—to consume you whole or to leave you be.

Lee fucking Sangyeon; oh how you couldn’t even say his name without your blood boiling. Is there anything even good to say about the cocky motherfucker?

You shared the tragic fate of attending the same high school as Sangyeon. And just like you, he was in the theater club. At first, he was just someone like you—a student with a passion for acting. But the thing about Sangyeon is that he presents himself well, earning gushes from those part of the club, students and teachers alike. It seemed that he was the perfect actor, always landing the leading roles. At one point, you wanted to believe that it was because he was a good actor, but the reality unraveled itself when you saw what was behind the scenes.

Lee Jaehyun, or Hyunjae as he goes, shared the same dreams as Sangyeon. They both wanted to act, ideally landing leading roles. The passion the two shared should’ve fostered friendly rivalry, a way to propel them to reach heights never imagined. But the more Sangyeon received countless opportunities to play the lead role, the more Hyunjae’s determination started to crumble. What makes the whole thing even bleaker is that Sangyeon knew what his rival felt, and made the most out of that opportunity to tear him down.

What started off as genuine words of encouragement had turned into two-faced statements. And it hurt to see your best friend believe he was incapable of becoming an actor. If anything, you could name countless roles that he deserved to play the leading role, and many could agree with you. As your best friend started to crumble, you were driven by the desire to protect him. With every appearance Sangyeon made, your hostility towards him grew, and it didn’t help that he solidified it with only one interaction.

Scratchy; that’s what your sweater feels like against your skin. Perhaps it’s the heat of the hallway that has you wanting to strip your knit sweater off, or the material has just worn off. You tug on the collar, hoping that the discomfort will dissipate. Eyes trained on the corkboard that held the names of productions your club has done throughout the years, you wonder what role could you land for The Scottish Play.

It’s unlike you to audition for a big role, a leading role to be exact, for you found yourself growing comfortable in minor ones and ensemble. Yunjin has never been able to convince you to audition for the big roles, and your other friend, Kim Younghoon, could never find the right words to push you to sign up under a main character. But Hyunjae held some power over you—If you audition for Lady Macbeth, I’ll try out for Macbeth—and you couldn’t find it within yourself to say no, especially when Hyunjae was considering giving up auditioning for leading roles overall. 

You can feel the coolness of the concrete wall against your nape. Hamlet, Three Kingdoms, Sweeney Todd, and more are the productions you’ve hesitated to audition for the lead roles. You close your eyes in an attempt to calm your nerves. One audition wouldn’t kick you out of the club, right? If Ms. Jang learned that you were unfit to be an actor at that moment, you put the blame on Hyunjae.

(But in reality, you knew you would blame yourself. Hyunjae wouldn’t be at fault for what Ms. Jang decides to do with you. Every failure you face is caused by you, and you need to take responsibility for each one.)

Then, the door swings open, and the cold air that the air conditioners of the theater expel hits your skin, causing goosebumps to form. A shudder runs down your spine. Your eyes peel open, and you’re ready to greet the person who exited the theater, about to wish them luck. But when you catch sight of the one person who has done nothing but tear your best friend down, the taste in your mouth is like acid.

His head whips in your direction, catching sight of you seated with the sample script that Ms. Jang provided resting on your lap. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes trail you from top to bottom. “So, which one?”

The question catches you off guard. Although you didn’t like Sangyeon, you two didn’t really talk for there was no reason to do so in the first place. So, when he does decide to talk to you—like this moment, and it’s not like you two really talked until now—you find yourself surprised at the interactions.

When you tilt your head in confusion, he chuckles with a smug look plastered on his face. “Which of the Three Witches?”

And with just one question, you feel your resolve snap. For him to assume that you were auditioning for one of those roles felt like an insult. It’s not that you didn’t see the value of these roles; you know that the production is nothing without the people to fulfill the minor roles. But to hear such a question from him with his record of humiliating Hyunjae, you cannot help but believe he’s trying to do the same to you.

“I’m auditioning for Lady Macbeth,” you answer, venom laced with your tone. It doesn’t help that shock casts on Sangyeon’s features.

“Oh, I see,” he starts. He clears his throat, an attempt to hide his bewilderment, and shoots you a smile. “Well, I’d like to have you as my scene partner.”

Cocky—that’s all Lee Sangyeon will ever be. His ego has been inflated with all the leading roles he’s landed. You’ve never met anyone filled with pride like his; how could he prance around with confidence that he would get the role he auditioned for every single time?

You roll your eyes as you stand up from your seat, the script now in your hands. “I can’t believe you’re so confident that you’ll be playing Macbeth. Have you ever considered that maybe you won’t play the main role for once?” The glare you shoot at him does nothing to his pride.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty confident about the performance I gave just a few minutes ago.”

It baffles you. Sangyeon continues to prove that he’s never been given a reality check; maybe you should snap some sense into him.

“I’d rather settle for being part of the ensemble—no, having no role than play your scene partner.” If Sangyeon is thrown off by your statement, he does a good job hiding it, just like the supposed perfect actor when it comes to handling ad-libs on stage. He would never understand what it means to be an actor—what makes a production successful—if he didn’t appreciate the minor roles. 

If he had something to say back to you, you don’t give him a window to do so for you have taken your leave. You first came with a desire for the auditions to be over, but now, you come with a desire to prove you’re an actor capable of any role. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, especially whatever Lee Sangyeon seemed to think about you.

For the first time, you and Hyunjae played the leading roles in a production. Sangyeon was left as an understudy.

Although you were in university, it’s not that you could escape Sangyeon for you two were in theater. Thankfully, the productions you’ve had a chance to work on didn’t always have Sangyeon playing the leading role.

(Though, he did still play a handful. Perhaps he still held some charm over the university crowd.)

But due to the bigger cast and production team, it was usually easy for you to avoid him. You know when to take your leave, and you know to tune him out if you can hear him act (or speak, really). Nothing good ever comes out of interacting with Sangyeon; it’s best to limit your interactions with him for it would preserve your sanity.

But the universe seems to have other plans for you. Face-to-face with his name situated right beside the name in which your character is romantically interested, you cannot help but read his name again, and again, and again.

You wish that this is just a nightmare, that you fell asleep in the middle of Mr. Won’s class, and that you’re paying for the consequences by your consciousness presenting you with the worst outcome. God, you really did mean it when you said you would rather settle for no role than play Sangyeon’s scene partner.

Stupid Sangyeon, Sangyeon, Sangyeon. And as if it were the curse of the Bloody Mary, saying his name three times brings you to your demise.

“Huh, guess you ended up being my scene partner after all.”

You whip your head to where the devil stands, right beside you with arms crossed as his eyes remain on the casting list. His gaze lands on you, and a smug grin rests on his face. “I’m wondering if you’ll talk to Kevin or Sir Key about withdrawing from the production.”

His words make you frown. Before you can retort, he walks away, your eyes burning holes into his back. Yunjin could sense the rage within you and kept her hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. 

An exasperated sigh leaves you. “I cannot believe that guy.” You look at your best friend who only holds an apologetic look. “Can’t believe I have to deal with his shit even ‘till now.”

“I know.” She bites on the inside of her cheek. Before she could say more, her phone vibrated in her hand. As she reads out the notification, she groans. “Fuck, I need to go. I just remembered I have a project to work on.” She stores her phone away. “Where are you headed?”

“Uhm, I’m gonna wait for Hyunjae,” you say as your shoulders sag down. As you hear your best friend hum, you spot a teasing smile resting on her lips and you roll your eyes. “You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m not saying anything,” Yunjin attempts to defend herself but you both know she’s far from innocent.

You shake your head, a giggle leaving you. “Whatever, go! I’ll see you later.” You’re left staring at the cast list as she takes her leave. Busy hands fiddle with your phone, clicking one of the contacts marked as a favorite. You bring it close to your ear, waiting for him to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hyunjae-ah, where are you?”

“I’m on the way to where the cast is posted!” His hurried reply signals that he’s running to where you are. “I just heard from Joshua that it was released early.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, I heard the same from Yunjin. I’ll wait for you.”

“No need to wait too long.” You look behind you to see your best friend standing a few meters away. His hair is tousled up from all the running but still falls back perfectly in place. His hand combs through it, a grin resting on his lips at the sight of you, as he jogs towards you.

“Hey, where’d you come from?”

His arm finds its spot around your shoulders, bringing you close to his side. All while he is transfixed on the castling list, your gaze rests on your best friend. “I just had Ethics—oh my god, YOU GOT JULIET!” He spins to face you and brings you into a hug.

“Yeah,” your arms find their place around his shoulders as his limbs rest on your waist. “But, you know, you got Paris.” When you lean back, you only see a grin on his lips.

“Yeah, but who cares? I mean, my sweetheart got the part she wanted.” There he goes again, using the pet name that started as a quip but still sticks years later. You roll your eyes at his remark, but before you can say any more, he beats you to it. “Don’t think about backing out now.”

A sigh leaves you. “But,” you glance at the name of your (and Hyunjae’s) enemy, “I’ve gone through enough of him in high school. Can’t I live my uni life in peace?” You pout at your best friend, and he chuckles at your behavior, cheeks dusted with hues of red.

“Do you really want to give him the satisfaction of making you quit such a big role?” Would it be that bad to say yes? “C’mon, playing Juliet is a huge deal! You’re destined to play that role! And, I mean, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Sir Key and Kevin…”

God, it did hurt you to agree with Hyunjae. You didn’t want to waste the time and effort Sir Key and Kevin Moon, the teacher adviser and the director, must’ve put into crafting the cast list. But to go through months with Sangyeon, all for a university play? It’s not that you were pursuing a career in theater, or acting for that matter.

But would you from a few years back—a high schooler who treated every theater production as if it were a Broadway one—say the same thing? Is this the role you wanted to take on as an actor, one willing to step down over a nuisance? 

With one sigh, Hyunjae knew what your answer was. He smiles before dragging you away from the piece of paper that seems to only bring downpour. “I don’t know if this will make you feel better but I heard from Changmin that there’ll be a house party. Maybe we can drink the sour mouths away.”

“Drink the what away?” You chuckle at his choice of words. “Hyunjae, I’m so glad you aren’t a scriptwriter.”

He scoffs at your insult, “But you get what I mean.”

“I do not.”

He rolls his eyes, playfully shoving you which causes you to giggle. “Let’s just drink the bitterness away. We could be meeting our other castmates and the prod team, maybe getting to know them more.”

You cannot help but hum as you ponder over your schedule for the rest of the week. “I don’t know. I have this one homework for Mr. Won’s class that I sure as hell don’t know how to answer. I mean, I don’t even know what the instructions are!”

“Ah, just trust me! I’ll help you out with that. Just,” he stops you two in the middle of the hallway. There were barely any students for they scrambled off to their respective classrooms or looked for lunch. He pouts at you, his hands now holding yours as his fingers draw circles on the back of your dorsals. “Go with me, will you?”

It doesn’t take you a moment for you to make up your mind; you’re sure the trade-offs that come from that party won’t save your ass from Physics or Sangyeon.

But when Hyunjae leans in, his lips ghosting your ear, your breath hitches. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.” You’re nothing but a puddle (and a sheep). So once he leans back, you nod. At the sight of your confirmation, he smiles. “Okay, let’s go have lunch.”

You can only hope that Hyunjae (or any of your friends, really) understood annular momentum, or whatever it’s called.

(You truly are a lost cause in Physics, and you’ll be blaming it on Sangyeon. Every inconvenience is caused by him, anyway.)

For anyone who thinks theater kids couldn’t party, they’re wrong (partially, only). Sure, there were the occasional show tunes that played from Kevin’s playlist, and a certain someone named Ju Haknyeon who belts out of the blue, but no one complained.

With only a few drinks in, you and Hyunjae are buzzed. And although you both agreed on using this party as an opportunity to get to know the other members, you still found yourselves sticking together—shoulders bumped, hands laced, or arms wrapped around each other.

Now, you two along with Yunjin and Younghoon were hanging out in the kitchen, not away from where the crowd was but quiet enough to have your own conversations.

“You know, I finally got to talk to Jihyo,” Yunjin says before taking a sip from her drink.

Younghoon tilts his head. “Park Jihyo? The one playing Lady Capulet?” A hum of confirmation leaves her as she continues to drink. “Did you see her audition for The Baker’s Wife for Into The Woods?”

Yunjin nods, letting the rim of her cup leave her lips and smacking Younghoon’s arm repeatedly. “I was able to sit in for the auditions because I signed up for prod team instead. Girl, I can’t believe she didn’t get the part.”

“Yeah, didn’t Rei get the part instead?” Hyunjae asks to which Younghoon nods.

“Didn’t she audition for Little Red Riding Hood?”

Yunjin shrugs at your question. “I’m not sure, but I do see her playing that role versus the wife.” She sets her cup on the kitchen counter behind her. “Don’t get me wrong, though. They’re both outstanding actors but I would’ve changed the casting. Some of them would’ve played different roles that suited them vocally and acting-wise.”

“Well,” you sigh. “You know that some directors are just batshit blind.” Hyunjae cannot help but elbow you, earning a whine from you as he chuckles. “I’m serious, though! Like, look at Hyunjae! He’s the perfect example.”

“Ouch. Thanks for reminding me of my tragic history.”

You roll your eyes at Hyunjae’s words, the playful tone evident in his words. “I’m just saying, some directors don’t know what they’re doing.”

In no way did you have anything against Kevin. You’re certain that he knew what he was doing; it didn’t sit right that Hyunjae lost a huge role to the same prick who couldn’t get off his high horse. But there is no point in contesting because your best friend wouldn’t allow you. All that mattered to him was that you got the role.

“Yes, but I trust Kevin. Honestly, I’m just glad I still landed a role,” Hyunjae shrugs as he sips.

Younghoon hums along. “Exactly! I heard Hyeongjun didn’t even make it to ensemble.”

A groan rips out of your throat, knowing that the two made a good point. “Yeah, I trust him, too. I just,” you shake your head at the thought of your enemy. “I’m just sick of Sangyeon.”

At the mention of the devil’s name, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, your shoulder hitting against something firm. And when your eyes drift to the stranger, you’re met with the bane of your existence.

“Talking about me, sweetheart?”

To hear Sangyeon use that pet name had your stomach churning. You plant your hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but you feel his pecs through the white, cotton material, and you quickly retract it. Instead, you shrug his arm off.

“What are you doing here?”

His gaze rests on the boy beside you, shooting him a smile. “Shouldn’t we use this time to build our chemistry?” To others, Sangyeon may have genuine enthusiasm to get to know his scene partner, but you and Hyunjae knew that his grin held nothing but arrogance.

You move closer to Hyunjae and his hand finds its spot on your waist. Sangyeon’s eyes flicker to your best friend’s hand but he still holds the same smile.

“Sangyeon, it’s just acting. I can easily fake chemistry,” you shake your head, trying to scoot even further towards Hyunjae. There’s barely any space between you two. “Unless your supposed great ass can’t fake it. Did all those years spent in theater not teach you anything?”

There’s no way to fake chemistry; everyone knows that, from actors to audiences. But when you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, you would take any opportunity to get back at him for what he’s done—not only to Hyunjae but to you, as well.

Despite your words, Sangyeon’s expression never wavers. Stoic Sangyeon—he always knew how to get on your nerves. “Isn’t the point of this party to get to know each other?” You roll your eyes, looking away to give your eyes a break from the nuisance.

But when you feel his breath fanning against your left cheek, you’re afraid to say anything. The distance between you two right in front of your friends makes it feel like it’s forbidden, especially when Hyunjae has his arm wrapped around you.

“Especially with our kissing scenes.”

A chill runs down your spine. You know what he’s doing—embarrassing you in front of your high school friends just to rile you up, and rubbing it into Hyunjae that he got the lead role once more. Whatever place Sangyeon first held in your life didn’t matter anymore; he’s dug himself deeper into the pits of hell that you never knew of until this moment.

You want to push Sangyeon off and drag Hyunjae out of the house, alone together and far away from him, but a booming voice breaks the tension.

“Wow! It’s nice to see our Romeo and Juliet getting to know each other,” Kevin comes into the kitchen with a grin and gains everyone’s attention.

Under the gaze of your director, you don’t think twice about what you do. “Yeah!” Your arm quickly links with Sangyeon’s, and you notice Sangyeon freezes up. It’s out of character for you to do such; you can only imagine the expressions of your friends. “Just old friends catching up, right?” When you look at Sangyeon, you notice a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but your forced smile is enough for him to get the message.

“Yeah,” he smiles at Kevin. “I’m just glad that my Juliet is someone I know.” My Juliet? Oh, you’re going to be sick. 

Kevin is amused with the newfound information. “I didn’t know you two were friends! I never see you two interacting.”

Perhaps your animosity towards Sangyeon is obvious but you weren’t going to allow the feud to get in the way of the role of a lifetime—Kevin can never know about the water that has gotten stained with red.

“Oh, we all went to the same high school.”

“Same theater club, too,” Sangyeon chimes in.

Kevin looks at everyone with amazement. “Oh, that’s so cool! From the same high school to the same university. I’m sure you’re all happy to see each other in the theater scene again.” Everyone but one, really.

“I’m looking forward to seeing everyone work in the production,” his eyes rested on you and Sangyeon once more. “Especially the chemistry between you two.”

When Kevin takes his leave, you all bid him farewell. And once he was an earshot away, you shrugged Sangyeon off. “See? I can fake chemistry.” Your glare finally causes a small reaction from him—the startled expression on his face makes you reign victorious. “Clearly, you need to work on that.”

If Sangyeon wants to retort, you don’t allow him to do so as you leave the kitchen with Hyunjae’s hand in yours.

A few hours have passed since Sangyeon decided to come and dampen Hyunjae’s and your moods. Thankfully, you haven’t seen him since but it could be because you were too drunk to care, or maybe you were too distracted by the boy whose lap you sit on.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?” Your best friend’s lips graze your ear. His hands hold onto your hip, his thumbs drawing patterns on the exposed skin that’s starting to peek. You giggle as you shake your head, earning a chuckle from him. “Why not?”

His whines have you dizzy (or it’s probably the effects of the alcohol), but you do your best to answer. “Hyunjae, we’re supposed to be getting to know our castmates better. Isn’t that why you asked me to go with you?” As you looked at everyone in the living room, you know for sure there was no chance to talk to them anymore for they were too intoxicated to remember tonight’s events.

When he presses his lips to your jawline, you cannot help but close your eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, but we aren’t even talking to anyone. Why don’t we just go back to your place and just, I don’t know, make out?” He whispers the last words as if it were taboo.

This is what you and Hyunjae were—friends who couldn’t help but enter territories that blur the line between platonic and romantic. Since you two first entered university, you and Hyunjae couldn’t seem to keep your hands to themselves, always finding their places on each other. It started in such a blur—at a party just like this, both intoxicated—but both of you couldn’t help but keep it going. You still limited your relationship to occasional make-out sessions and snuggling, but you never went past such stages with him. The two of you didn’t mind the unclear boundaries, anyway.

“I don’t know,” you finally look at your best friend. His eyes seem to glimmer, and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I haven’t gotten to talk to Daniel.”

His eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Kang Daniel? The one playing Lord Capulet?” As you hum, he chuckles. “I can’t believe you’re thinking of another man while you’re on my lap, sweetheart.” There he goes again, using that pet name.

“What do you mean? I just want to get to know my castmates better.” The teasing tone is evident. You crave the attention—the possession—Hyunjae seems to have for you.

And when his nose brushes against yours, all thoughts are knocked out of you. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to know anyone else, not even their names. You already have me.”

For a moment, you almost think this is it—the two of you will enter domains never traversed and there will be no way to go back from it, but you don’t mind, not with him, anyway.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and you hold your breath. “Don’t do that,” he chuckles. “You need to catch your breath before I take it away.”

Before he can do anything, you feel the couch move as someone takes a seat beside him. You’re ready to put some distance between the two of you, but when your eyes land on the stranger, you realize that the universe is not by your side or Hyunjae’s.

Hyunjae scoffs and his hand cradles your face, an attempt to get your attention back, but your blood boils over the sight of the same guy who always ruins everything.

“I didn’t know Juliet gets so touchy with Paris.” Sangyeon’s comment has you rolling your eyes. Clearly, you’re too distracted by him, and Hyunjae can’t do anything but give up. Instead, your best friend just settles on holding you close to him while your gaze remains on the devil.

“What’s with you? We don’t have to talk to each other unless it’s for rehearsals.” A frustrated sigh leaves you. “Don’t you know that all we have to do is act?”

When all you’re met with is the same cocky smile he flashed Hyunjae back at the kitchen, you shake your head. You’re about to glance at your best friend, prepared to tell him that you two should leave and retreat to your place.

That is until you feel someone’s fingers hold onto your chin, redirecting your gaze to Sangyeon. Now, you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, the distance between you two is even smaller in comparison to when you were in the kitchen. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs, your eyes looking right at Sangyeon’s. Whatever you looked like had him smirking—you were defenseless against him for once.

“Can’t handle it?” The question is meant to provoke you, have your blood boil so that you scream profanities at him. You’re sure he’s pertaining to all the little stunts he’s been doing; teasing you to get a reaction from you, acting like you two are friends, and making comments about your acting experience.

But for a second, you almost think he’s talking about himself—could you handle him not only on the show dates but also be surrounded by him for the upcoming two months?

And once more, your brain turns into mush. The lights become streaks of different colors, and they do their job of making Sangyeon look different—still the same cocky motherfucker, but now, you want a taste.

Your mouth goes dry and you’re scared to exhale, but Sangyeon only smiles before letting his hand leave your chin. It’s clear he’s happy by your soundless reaction. When he stands up from the couch, he glances at Hyunjae, and his smile turns almost sinister.

You would’ve said something like you always do, but you’re unable to form a coherent sentence. You’re intoxicated; the alcohol’s still in your system, but Sangyeon’s gaze shows that the drinks you’ve had are nothing compared to him.

With that, he takes his leave. Whatever moment you and Hyunjae shared is now lost—all thanks to Sangyeon, once again.

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[ericsprincess]

feel my breath on your neck

nc-17, smut, vampire!Hyunjae, cunnilingus, period sex

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You get your period while fighting with your vampire boyfriend.

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“For fucks sake, Hyunjae, how many times do I have to remind you to pick up your dirty clothes! I’m not your mom!”

“Y/N, I really don’t want to watch another reality tv, can we watch something else, for once? Ugh.”

“Could you, please, put your dirty bloody cups into the dishwasher? This must be a biohazard, you slob.”

“There is literally no space in the bathroom with all your cosmetics shit, it’s a bit too excessive, don’t you think? Who even needs so much? Jesus..”

And this was just the last 2 days. You hate to admit that, but these past few days were not easy on either of you, both separately and together. You are drowning in work deadlines, your coworkers are incompetent and your boss keeps adding you more responsibilities. You’re slacking off your workouts and that’s not only making you feel upset, but also the lack of physical activity is definitely having a detrimental effect on your mood. Which is already in gutters, because you’re definitely PMSing and in a shitty and snappy mood all the time. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, while having it breezy in his job, has different problems. Not only are there some dumb political fights in his coven that he has to navigate, but what’s worse, his favorite fancy blood bag brand has an outage and so he had to delegate to cheaper, less tasty ones. Which for him, a picky eater par excellence, is pretty much the same as an actual torture, as he had been drinking this “iron-flavoured mud” for weeks at this point. \

And on top of that, your apartment looks like a pigsty because neither of you is feeling like cleaning. And also, there is barely any food. For you, that is. You are acutely aware that just your existence is like flaunting a prime steak in front of Hyunjae and telling him that he can’t have any of it. He can only sip on his great value blood bags, while looking at you, walking around like nothing is happening. Like he can’t sense your blood running through your body even from another room. 

You know you could offer him to drink from you, but since he’s been pissing you off, he can suffer. It’s not like it will harm him and if he were that desperate, he could always ask. And he’s not asking. Just staring really intensely. 

So both of you are hitting low, and it shows. You haven’t even had sex in a week and while you could really use some comfort and intimacy, as well as the release, you are not quite desperate enough to initiate, not when you’re somewhat in a fighting mood. You know this will pass, it always does, and one or both of you will cave and you will make up, but you’re not quite there yet. Today, Hyunjae can go to hell, for all it matters. 

And boy, are you going through it today. It’s already late evening when you finally came home, flinged your bag somewhere in the hallway and kicked off your shoes. You took a shower mostly with closed eyes and now you’re chilling on the couch with some makeshift dinner you made out of whatever you could find in the fridge, watching some dumb action movie. The lights in the living room are off, only the TV being a source of light and you’re swaddled in the blanket like a baby. Finally some rest. Your eyes are tired, your feet hurt and you’re already getting cramps, so you’re really glad you can rest for a bit. You have no idea where Hyunjae is, and frankly, you don’t care. 

You’re almost falling asleep when an explosion from the TV resonates through the room and wakes you up from dozing off. You sit up and look for the remote to turn the volume down when the bedroom door opens. 

“Could you please turn that shit down? I’m trying to take a nap here,” Well, here he is.

“I was already doing that, calm down,” you roll your eyes.  

“I would really appreciate it, if you were more considerate regarding the fact that you don’t live alone, Y/N,” Hyunjae grumbles. He looks like he wants to argue, but you are not in the mood to have a passive aggressive fight right now so you get up and try to pass through him to get to the bedroom. 

You’re just about to get past him when he suddenly grabs you by your arms. 

“You…” he whispers. 

“What? Let me go, I’m going to sleep,” you try to shake him off but he’s holding you in straight up iron grip. 

“Can’t you…can’t you feel it?” he presses, his whole demeanor a complete change from just a minute ago. His eyes are huge like saucers, and his voice is almost shaking. He’s still grabbing your arm, but how it feels more like he’s holding onto you.

“Feel what? I don’t get it, what’s going on? Hyunjae, you’re scaring me,” you ask with concern, not getting his sudden change in behavior. 

“The blood. You’re bleeding.” he replies impatiently, as if you were too slow to catch up on something that’s been obvious the whole time. 

“Am I?” you ask incredulously. Why is he so weird? You’re not injured or anything, except… You shift your weight. There is a dampness in your panties that haven’t been there a while ago. Oh.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Yeah, I guess I am…”

“You guess? I can smell it, Y/N,” he whines. “Can I..can I have it please?” he asks with a small voice. 

“Have it?” you ask, feigning a surprise, but you know what he wants. It’s not the first time he expressed a desire like that, but he has never been so desperate to ask for it so insistently. But you’re not the one to give up so easily. You could use an orgasm to help you with the cramps though.

“Don’t make me say it,” he pleads, looking borderline desperate. And that’s something you really like seeing on him.

“Oh you’re going to say it. If you won’t, you’re not getting anything,” you smirk. 

“Y/N..can I please eat you out? Please, I haven’t had a drop of normal blood in weeks and you smell so good… Please, don’t let it go to waste,” he begs, falling on his knees. He hugs you around your hips and looks like he’s fighting with himself to not rub his face all over your crotch to get more of the scent. 

“2 weeks of washing dishes and I get to choose what we watch, and it’s all yours,” you spit out. You’re not going to let the opportunity to get something out of it slide like that. 

“Deal,” he breathes out and lifts you just like that. He takes a few strides across the room and almost throws you on the bed with how in hurry he is. You reach to take off your sweatpants and underwear, but he’s already there, ripping it off you as if it personally offended him. 

It takes him just a few seconds before he’s straight up latched onto your pussy. His tongue licking all around, gathering all the blood that already leaked out of you, licking you clean. It’s hot and wet and his warm breath on you is arousing, as well as looking at how enthusiastic he is about this whole thing. You briefly think about how this should feel disgusting but it’s hard to think about it that way when he is so into it. And blood is a normal, daily encounter for him. 

He’s also not forgetting about your pleasure. It’s not like he’s just doing it for himself, but he’s really trying to get you off too, flattening his tongue to lick over your clit in broad strokes, until he slowly builds up the tempo so he can just flick over it. 

It feels really good and you’re getting there, but then, to your displeasure, he moves his tongue to your hole, pushing it as far as he can, chasing the blood and its taste. You whine and you’re considering grabbing him by his hair and moving him back to sucking your clit, but you decide it’s only fair. He can get the blood you promised. Especially since you can see him moving one hand down and taking out his cock, hard and leaking, so that he can jerk it off as he eats you out. 

“Y/N, this tastes so good,” his voice is muffled, since his face is pressed against your pussy. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted…Y/N, I’m gonna cum,”  Oh no. 

Now you really yank him off by his hair. He blinks at you, and oh what a sight - his pretty doll face, pale, with eyes glossed over and pupils dilated. His mouth and chin are both red and glistening with your blood and pussy juices. 

“Me first.” you growl at him, and he just nods, too dazed to protest and leans back down. He’s not playing anymore, licking over your clit as best and fast as he can, doing his best to get you off quickly.

You can feel it coming and you don’t want to prolong the wait either, so you let him make you come, your thighs squeezing his head hard, so he couldn’t breath even if he still had to. He continues until he can feel your orgasm fade, and then immediately moves back to tonguing at your hole, trying to get the most of the new blood and slick that gushed out of you when you came. 

You hear the sound of him frantically jerking off and you can even tell when he’s coming, as he’s almost sobbing with pleasure. He slumps down on the bed, completely tired and fucked out. 

“This was really great, thank you,” he wheezes, still catching his breath. “I could do this every day, it’s worth all the dishwashing duty you would bargain out of me.”

You poke his shoulder with a toe. Now that’s an idea. 

“Play your cards right and you can have a whole week of this.”

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[jinkoh]

sunday mornings

hyunjae x reader

“I like it when you’re not wearing makeup,” Hyunjae mumbled, looking at you with sleepy eyes, warm hands brushing the hair out of your face. It was a slow morning, your chest full with the comfort and domesticity of it all as you were cuddled up in bed together.

“So all that effort is for nothing, huh?” You grinned teasingly.

“It’s not like that,” he inched closer, a playful pout on his lips. “You know that I like when you’re wearing makeup too. My baby is so pretty with makeup.” He pecked your lips. “So cute.” Another peck. “And so sexy.” He kept littering your face with little kisses until you couldn’t help but giggle. “But no-makeup gives that lazy Sunday morning in bed vibe,” he eventually added.

“Is that really a compliment?”

“Of course!” Hyunjae argued in mock offense. “Sunday mornings are my favorite. They feel like home.” He nuzzled his nose into your neck, the mood shifting when his lips suddenly started nibbling at the skin beneath your jaw, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. His words felt ticklish when he mumbled “And they are sexy too.”

“Do you really want to start our Sunday like this? It’s not even nine,” you chuckled but you still tilted your head to give him more access, bathing in the sweet intimacy.

“What better way could there be to start the day?” he asked, his cheeky hands making their way up under your shirt. “I for one can’t think of anything.”

You let out a gasp when his mouth latched onto your neck again, teeth grazing your soft skin. “I guess you have a point there.”

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[boyzcatchingfire]

Breaking the Stereotype ~ *Lee Jaehyun*

Summary: Jaehyun is your loyal "knight in shining armor" and you really do admire him. However, when his friends try to get him to flirt with you the only way they know how, you have to be the one to set the record straight.

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 455

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @foxwinter

“Run away with me.”

“I’d rather not, but thank you for asking.”

Jaehyun frowned, folding his arms over his chest. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the growing smile threatening to show. “And I’m finding you annoying. You’re missing your mark here.”

“Well! Younghoon said it would work.” He muttered crossly.

You let out a bark of laughter. “And you listened to him? C’mon, you’re better than this! You know Younghoon will say anything as long as someone is still listening to him. He’s crazy.”

“And I’m not?”

“No, you’re just, how should I say, unique.”

Jaehyun scowled. “That’s just mean.”

You scoffed. “What do you want me to say? Look, I know you’ve heard all those stories about princesses wanting to be saved from their ivory towers, but I’m happy where I’m at. I have a lot of plans for the future of the kingdom. I’ve trained my whole life for this and I’m ready to prove myself to my people.”

“What about, like, arranged marriages and all that?”

Shrugging, you answered, “I mean as long as they don’t get in my way, then we should be fine.”

“You just really don’t want me to be romantic, huh?” He sighed. “You know, it took me a long time to come to terms with my feelings for you and tell you how I feel. If you didn’t feel the same, you could just tell me instead of stringing me on like this.”

With a frown, you said, “First off, I’m not stringing you along. I just find your attempts to woo me lacking. You go for the stereotypical stuff. It’s like you’re not even trying. And secondly, who says I didn’t like you like that? I know I have never said those words to you. So maybe if you stopped sulking and were actually direct with me, I would actually tell you that I want you to court me!”

“I-what?” He paused and you could practically hear the wheels turning in his brain from your balcony. “You actually like me back?”

“YES YOU STUPID BOY!” You couldn’t help but let out an exasperated laugh. “You’re a bit thick sometimes, but I still like you an awful lot.”

“Ah, right.” He chuckled, his cheeks a flame. “So does this mean we’re officially courting?”

“Well, you have to bring up your courtship proposal to my father, but it’s the middle of the night. So do it in the morning. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” You explained, sending him a sincere smile. “And I will gladly accept it as well.”

“Good.” Jaehyun blew you a kiss. “I shall see you in the morning, Princess.”

“Of course, in the morning. Good night, my lord.”

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[viastro]

dynasty | lee jaehyun

ミ★ synopsis: as the university’s part-time librarian, you didn’t expect to develop a relationship with the guy that likes to skip lecture in order to take a nap in the library instead. and as the bad boy of the university, hyunjae had never crossed paths with you until he started sleeping in the library—so he can’t explain why you’re so familiar to him.

ミ★ genre: reincarnation!au, badboy!hyunjae, librarian!reader, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, depictions of violence, mentions of blood

ミ★ word count: 20,800

ミ★ pairings: hyunjae x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: happy very belated birthday to my soulmate and best friend, @sunlightwoo​ this oneshot took me an incredibly long time to write and it’s quite ridiculous how long it ended up becoming... but i really hope you love it <3 i love you so much gina, thank you for everything <3

ミ★ taglist: @sunlightwoo @junjungsunwoo @woozisnoots @w8nuzone @miyuuraiura @sbnchaos @mybbtaeyong4thewin​

“Please. You can take me, but not him. He has nothing to do with this.” You beg the soldier, falling to your knees without a second thought as you plead. The commander stares down at you, and you watch as the corner of his lips quirks upwards in amusement. 

“Oh, Midnight.” He says in a sweet tone, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, only for your blood to run cold when you see his hand wrap around the gun in his pocket. 

“How bold of you to think that I would have mercy on a thief.” 

You gasp awake, the sound of the gunshot ringing in your ears as you blink up at the ceiling. You’re drenched in sweat, making you recoil in slight disgust as you groggily sit up in your bed. You look out the window, seeing the sky that’s still full of stars, signaling that you have a long time until you need to wake up for your lectures in the morning.

You shake your head, reaching up and resting a hand over your forehead as you let out a shaky breath. 

“What a weird dream.”

You push the cart full of books down the aisle, looking through the shelves to see where to place the book in your hand. A quiet, ah, escapes your lips when you discover its place, and you quickly put the book back in its rightful spot on the shelf. Smiling to yourself, you push the cart out of the aisle to head back towards the front desk.

You glance over towards the study tables, seeing the familiar groups of faces of students who enjoy going to this library to study. You slowly come to a stop when you see an unfamiliar body slumped over one of them, and you frown slightly at the sight. Looking around, you see no one even sparing a glance towards them, and you bite your bottom lip. You tentatively walk over, and gently knock your hand on the table as a means to wake them. 

Only to blink when they don’t move at all.

Pursing your lips, you step around so that you’re standing where their head is facing, and you pause when you finally lay eyes on the man. 

His eyelashes are long, resting beautifully on the tops of his cheeks as he breathes softly. From the slope of his nose, to his pretty cupid's bow—you find yourself in a state of awe at the beauty of this man. There’s also the smallest inkling you feel within your chest as you stare at his sleeping face, and you wonder why you can’t help but think he looks a bit familiar.

“I’ll let him sleep.” You say quietly, thinking that he must be rather tired to have decided to take a nap in the University library. Turning around, you walk away from the man and go back to your cart. You push it to the front desk, and plop down into your seat behind it. Letting out a breath, you turn on the computer to begin a new round of solitaire.

“Dude, where were you? I was saving the seat beside me cause you said you’d come to lecture today.” Juyeon asks when Hyunjae walks up to him sitting on the bench. He lets out a yawn and shrugs his shoulders, scratching the back of his neck as he replies, “I didn’t wanna fall asleep during class, so I took a nap in the library instead.” 

Juyeon’s eyes soften a bit at the news, “You still having trouble sleeping?” 

Hyunjae nods his head, adjusting Juyeon’s backpack strap for him as they begin to walk out of the quad. He looks off to the side with a sigh, thinking of how he suddenly went from being able to have a dreamless sleep, to having sleepless nights due to dreams that he can never remember. 

“I think you should go see someone so that they can prescribe you something. The melatonin gummies aren’t working for you, so this would be the next step.” Juyeon says, and Hyunjae purses his lips at the thought of having to take sleeping pills just to get a good night’s rest. 

“It happened randomly, so I’ll probably be able to sleep normally at a random time too.” Hyunjae reasons, and Juyeon frowns at his friend’s stubborn nature. He nudges his shoulder, and Hyunjae lets out a chuckle at the blonde’s concern for him. 

“I’m okay, Juyeon. This’ll pass.” Hyunjae tells him, and Juyeon just lets out a sigh of defeat as he just nods his head. Hyunjae places his arm over Juyeon’s shoulders, glad that he has such a good friend by his side. 

“Now that you’re done acting like a mother,” Hyunjae begins, and Juyeon scoffs at the term. “You wanna go to that party Haknyeon and Eric are hosting tonight?” 

He watches as the corner of Juyeon’s lips quirk upwards at the mention of a party, and he knows he’s got his best friend interested. As they begin talking about the plan for tonight, Hyunjae tries to ignore the heavy weight of exhaustion settled over his shoulders.

“Hi Kevin.” You greet your coworker as you walk past the desk to clock in. He gives you a smile, happy to see you after having not been scheduled together in a while. “Yn! I missed you.” 

“Missed me? You just missed working with me since I put away all the books for you.” You tease with a grin, and he immediately begins to protest as you laugh quietly. While the two of you talk, your attention is caught by someone walking past the front desk with his airpods in his ears. 

You take notice of the bags under his eyes in the brief glance you get of his face, and your eyes widen when you suddenly recognize him as the guy who took a nap on one of the study tables from the week before. 

“And that’s how I got Jacob to curse for the first time. Was definitely something I never want to experience again, but I’m glad I scratched it off the bucket list.” Kevin finishes as he scans another book, looking up at you to catch your reaction, only to see you distracted. His eyes follow your gaze, and he almost chokes when he realizes just who you’re so distracted by. 

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on him too.” He whines, and your head snaps back towards Kevin. “Huh?”

He gestures in the direction the guy went, and you raise an eyebrow, “Do you know him?” 

Kevin just gives you a deadpan stare, and you blink, wondering if you asked the wrong thing. He chuckles and shakes his head, handing you a book to place on the cart. Taking it from his grasp, he begins to explain, “I can’t believe that you actually live under a rock.”

“Hey!”

“He’s my friend, and he’s well known at our uni cause he’s a handsome ass bitch. Some students like to call him a bad boy since he drives a motorcycle and doesn’t really talk to many people outside of our friend group, but I really think he’s the farthest thing from that.” Kevin explains with a giggle, and you find yourself wondering how you never knew any of this information when you and Kevin are besties at work.

You glance over in his direction, finding him fast asleep over one of the study tables once again. There’s an indecipherable emotion that tingles within your chest as you stare at his slumped over figure, and you question why you’re so intrigued by a man that you’ve never once shared an interaction with.

“What’s his name?” You ask in a soft voice, choosing to ignore the thought in your brain as you turn back towards your friend. He looks at you with a knowing smile, and he just lets out a breath as he hands you another book.

“Hyunjae. His name is Lee Hyunjae.” 

It’s a few hours into your shift when you begin putting the books back into their respective places on the shelves. This is probably your favorite thing to do while working at the library because you’ve always enjoyed organizing, and this is the epitome of that. 

Pushing your cart to the next aisle, you briefly look up towards the study tables, only to blink in surprise when you find Hyunjae still fast asleep on the table. Glancing down at your watch, you see that it’s already 6 o’clock in the evening. 

“He’s been sleeping there this whole time?” You murmur as you look at him from the bookshelves. Pursing your lips, you glance around, seeing a few students minding their own business as they study at their own respective tables. You look back in his direction one more time, before letting out a breath and pushing the cart in his direction.

You wonder why you’re so entranced by him, a man you’ve never met nor spoken to once in your life. Since the day you saw him asleep in the library for the first time, you felt yourself gravitate towards him, and you don’t even know why.

Is it because he’s handsome? Because you found it funny that he had come to the library just to sleep? You’re not sure.

But as you bend down so that you’re eye-level with his sleeping face, you still can’t figure out the answer. 

Standing back up, you reach out and gently tap his shoulder. When he doesn’t even shift slightly, you bite the inside of your cheek. You gently tap his shoulder again, “Excuse me? Sir?”

You watch as his eyebrows furrow at your voice. Moving to tap him again, you stop when his eyes slowly begin to open. He blinks tiredly, confused as to what’s going on around him as he gets used to the light flooding his vision. Letting out a quiet yawn, he turns his head in your direction, only to pause when he realizes there’s someone standing beside him.

His gaze slowly trails up towards your face, and he feels his breath get taken away when he locks eyes with you. Your eyes sparkle underneath the light as you look at him with a small amused smile, and he can only blink at the sight as a question suddenly comes to mind.

am i… in heaven? 

“Hi, I’m really sorry to have woken you up from your nap. It’s just that you’ve been sleeping here for the last three hours, and I feel like you would be much more comfortable in your own bed.” You explain, warmth flooding your face as you speak because oh God you’re shy. He can only stare at you in silence, making you wonder if you made the right decision as you look back at him with increasing anxiety. 

He blinks, before looking down at the table where he’s been sleeping this whole time. He lets out a quiet chuckle, reaching up and running a hand through his hair as he stands up from the chair. He picks up his backpack and throws it over his shoulder, looking back at you with an apologetic smile. 

“I’m sorry about that.” He says, and you immediately raise your hands towards him and shake them. “No! It’s okay! Really, I just woke you up because I would rather you be comfortable in a bed rather than an old wooden chair and a table.” 

His eyes bore into yours, and you can only look back into his as the sound of your own heartbeat floods your ears from how handsome he is. You watch as a small smile forms on his face, and he reaches out towards you with his hand. 

“My name is Lee Hyunjae.” 

Glancing down at his hand, a soft laugh escapes you as you reach out and take hold of it. Looking back up into his eyes, you smile as you say, 

“My name is yn yln.” 

Hyunjae feels his heart pang against his chest when your name leaves your lips, a lump forming in his throat as he stares at your smiling face. Not wanting to appear affected, he gives you a grin and the two of you let go of each other’s hands. 

“Well, it was nice meeting you, yn.” Hyunjae tells you, and you nod your head with a warm face. “It was nice meeting you too, Hyunjae.”

And with that, you watch as the “bad boy” of the university turns around and walks away. Your eyes follow him until he’s out of sight, and a breath escapes you as you lean against the table. You raise your hands up to cup your warm face, thoughts running a mile a minute as the whole interaction continues to play in your head. 

While Hyunjae stops at the back of the library, resting his hand against the wall as he sucks in a shaky breath. Tears flood his eyes as he stares down at the ground, trying his best to hold them back. 

He doesn’t understand why he felt such a large feeling of sadness wash over him when you had said your name, or why he’s fighting back tears as he stands outside of the library. 

All he can really make sense of is that you have a beautiful smile.

“Jaehyun!” He turns at the call of his name, smiling brightly when he sees Hyunjun hurrying towards him with a loaf of bread he bought. He reaches out and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulders once he’s close enough, ruffling his hair with his hand. “Did you make your move?” 

Hyunjun immediately shoots him a glare, nudging him in the stomach with his elbow. “No. I don’t know why you’re so fixated on me and the baker’s daughter.” 

“Cause it’s obvious that you have a crush on her.” He teases, to which he receives another jab to the stomach. He clutches his side, wincing in pain at Hyunjun’s sharp elbows as his friend chuckles. 

“We just did the usual, talking casually as she got me the loaf of bread I ordered. Nothing special.” Hyunjun explains with a soft smile, and he lets out a disappointed breath. “Tsk, thought I taught you better.” 

“The only thing you’ve taught me is that I should get better friends. Then again, I should’ve expected that the librarian who talks to books would be strange.”

“Hey! You know that books are precious! Take that back!” 

“No!” 

He’s about to put Hyunjun in a chokehold when a shoulder bumps into his own, causing him to take a step back. With a frown taking over his features, he turns his head to glance back at the person who bumped into him. His eyes slowly trail up from the ground and up their body, stopping at their lips when they begin to say:

“I’m sorry—”

Hyunjae blinks his eyes open, turning his head and squinting towards the sunlight that’s managed to peek through the sliver of his curtain. He lets out a groan, groggily rubbing his face as he sits up in his bed. Running a hand through his hair, he looks at the time and sees that it’s 8 am. 

“Four hours of sleep.” He murmurs, staring tiredly at his clock as he thinks of his schedule for the day. He has calc at 11:30, bio at 12:30, then he has that class he always skips at 1:30. Raising his hands up towards his face, he shuts his eyes as the growingly distant memory of his dreams play behind them. Lowering his hands, he lets out a sigh.

“Why do they feel so real?”

“Why are you at the library when you’re not even working today? It’s Friday, wouldn’t you rather be out having fun?” Kevin asks with a grin when you walk up to the counter. You shrug your shoulders, “Maybe because I’m a student that likes to study here? Besides, you know I’d rather hang out in the library.” 

Kevin chuckles, the sound making you smile as he gestures towards the study tables. “Whenever you feel like taking a break, come over here and talk to me. I’m on shift until 6.” 

You give him a thumbs up, “Of course! I’ll talk to you later.” 

After bidding Kevin goodbye, you walk towards the study tables in hopes that there’s one that’s empty. You do a quick scan for an available table, only for your eyes to stop on a familiar sight.

Hyunjae’s laid over the surface of a table, head resting on his arms that act as a pillow. His backpack is placed in the seat beside him, no laptop or journal taken out and on the table either. 

A small smile forms on your face as you make your way over to where he’s seated. Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly bend down so that the two of you are face to face. Your eyes roam over his features, and you quietly wonder how he can sleep so soundly over an uncomfortable surface like this. 

You’re about to stand back up when his eyes slowly blink open, and you’re rendered frozen in place when his eyes bore into yours. 

“Yn?”

You quickly take a step back, nervous chuckles escaping you as he tiredly sits up from his original position. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at you with a curious gaze, “How long were you watching me like that?”

You blink, “Oh, you know. A couple seconds or so…” 

Hyunjae gazes at you for a moment longer, before a small smile forms on his lips. Shaking his head, he covers his mouth to let out a yawn as you awkwardly stand in front of him. You suck in a deep breath before gesturing over to the two empty chairs in front of him.

“Can I sit with you?” 

The two of you stare at each other for a second, with regret slowly inching up your throat the longer you wait for his answer. Clenching your fists at your sides, you’re about to tell him that you’ll find another table when he finally responds, “Yeah, of course you can sit with me.” 

The corners of your lips tilt upwards, and you nod your head. Stepping over to the chairs across from him, you pull out the seat and sit down. Putting your bag down in the chair beside you, you pull out your laptop and open it up, preparing to get to work.

Hyunjae quietly watches you as you do this, admiring the way the sunlight peeks in through the windows and hits your face as you reach for your headphones. He wonders why you had chosen to sit with him when there were other tables that are also only occupied by one person. 

“You’re not working today?” Hyunjae asks right before you’re about to put in an earbud, and you nod your head. “Today’s my day off, but I still need to write an essay.”

“For what class?”

“Multicultural History. I was given a specific timeline and I basically just need to write about it for seven pages.” You explain with a sigh, watching as the latter cringes at how much you need to write. A small giggle escapes you at his reaction, and Hyunjae’s eyes sparkle at the sound. 

“You can continue your nap, I just didn’t feel like sitting alone.” You tell him with a smile, and he nods. Moving to rest his head on his arms, he stops right before he closes his eyes and looks back at you. You tilt your head at his sudden pause, only for warmth to flood your face when he says,

“Whether you’re working or not, you can always come sit with me.” 

And with that, Hyunjae lowers his face into his arms to take another nap. While you just sit there in shock, letting his words sink in as you stare at the pretty man with warm cheeks.

It’s a couple of hours later when Hyunjae finally wakes up, and he slowly blinks his eyes open as he sits up properly in his seat. Running a hand through his hair, he starts to yawn when your voice quietly greets him, “Good morning.” 

He looks at you with an amused look in his eyes, and you grin back at him before glancing back at your laptop screen and typing away. Stretching his arms over his head, he gazes at the clock on the wall and sees that it’s now 7 pm. 

He turns back to you, and reaches out and taps the top of your laptop. Halting your typing, you pause your music and pull out an earbud, “Mm?” 

“Are you hungry? It’s around dinner time.” Hyunjae asks, and your eyebrows furrow. Your eyes dart down to the time on your screen, and you blink in surprise when you see that it’s already 7 at night. “Oh shit.” 

He chuckles at how you sound when you curse, having only heard you be soft spoken in the times the two of you interacted. You give him a smile and reach a hand up to scratch the back of your neck, not realizing how long you’ve been working on your essay. 

“I didn’t know that much time had passed.” You mutter shyly, and Hyunjae nods his head in agreement. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you gently shut your laptop and slip it into its sleeve, before beginning to pack the rest of your stuff. 

Hyunjae watches you quietly as he stands up from the table. A question comes to mind as he throws his bag over his shoulder, and he lets out a breath while he looks at you. “Do you want to go to the convenience store together?” 

You physically halt your movements right as you’re about to put your laptop into your bag, and slowly turn your head towards Hyunjae. “Heh?”

A small smile forms on his face at your reaction, and he tilts his head to the side, “Should I take that as a no?”

Your eyes widen and you immediately lift your hands up to him, “No!” 

“No?”

“I mean, no as in, no you shouldn’t take that as a no.” You panic, and Hyunjae bites back a laugh. Blinking your eyes, you let out a quiet cough and promptly place your laptop in your bag, before zipping it up and throwing it over your shoulder. “R-Ramen, shall we?” 

Hyunjae nods his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as the two of you walk side-by-side to the exit. You glance over towards the front desk, seeing that Kevin has long been replaced by your other coworker since he got off an hour before. 

“Damn, Kevin left already.” Hyunjae points out once you both reach the doors, and you nod as you each walk out. “He got off at 6, and now he’s probably going to be petty with me since I didn’t take a break to go talk to him.”

Hyunjae chuckles, already imagining what the latter would complain about. “Sounds like Kevin.” 

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you head in the direction of the convenience store. Your eyes look over the scenery of the trees and the remnants of the sunset as you smile softly to yourself, while Hyunjae takes small glances at you, wondering how he can feel so comfortable walking in silence with a person he hardly knows.

“Did you finish writing your essay?” Hyunjae asks you after a moment, and you turn to him with an embarrassed smile. Rubbing the back of your neck, you let out a sigh, “No, not yet. I still have to write two more pages and then edit everything.” 

“You sound disappointed by that.” Hyunjae points out, and you nod your head with a slight pout to your lips. 

“I just wish I was more productive. Normally, I would’ve been able to finish writing seven pages easily, but I guess I was having an off day today.” You explain with a chuckle, but it slowly dies out when you don’t receive an immediate response. Turning your head to glance at the pretty man, you find him looking at you with a small smile on his face. He lets out a low whistle and turns away once he realizes that he’s just been staring, and you look down at the ground.

“I think you accomplished a lot during the time that you were working on it, so don’t be too hard on yourself for those last two pages.” Hyunjae tells you, and you bite the inside of your cheek at his words. There’s a sense of comfort that fills your heart, overtaking the slight disappointment you had originally felt. 

Turning to him, you let out a giggle as you ask, “How about you? How was your nap?”

Hyunjae blinks at the question, before laughing quietly and nodding. “It was alright, felt nice knowing that I had someone to protect me while I was sleeping.” 

He pauses after the sentence leaves him, and he tilts his head as he questions why he feels so weird. It’s only a second later when a brief memory suddenly comes to mind,

He lays on the grass, looking up at the blue sky as the heat from the sun lays over him like a warm blanket. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, he lets out a quiet chuckle, “Mm?”

“What?” The voice asks, and he smiles to himself, knowing that they’re trying to play it off as if he didn’t catch them. “You were staring.” 

“I was just making sure you were safe.” They respond, and he laughs. 

“What! What’s so funny about that?” 

“Why would there be danger in this field of grass that’s far away from the city? Trust me, I’ve been going here since I was a child. No one knows of this place except you and me now.” He explains, only to hear a quiet chuckle in response. Turning to glance at them, their features remain a blur as the sun appears from behind their head, rendering their face unrecognizable. He blinks when their hand suddenly reaches out and rests on Hyunjae’s head, gently patting his hair as they say in a soft voice,

“No matter where you are, or where you go, I’ll be by your side to protect you.” 

Hyunjae sucks in a sharp breath once the memory disappears, making you turn towards him with a look of concern on your face. His eyes are wide as he stares down at the ground while the two of you walk, and you notice how pale his skin has become. 

You stop walking and gently grasp his wrist, making him halt his movements. “Hyunjae, are you okay?”

He turns his head and looks back at you, just to find you looking at him with worry etched over your features. Biting the inside of his cheek, he tries to shake off the initial shock he felt when the memory came to mind, as this has never happened while he was awake. 

You watch as he finally gives you a smile, acting as if everything’s okay as he answers, “I’m alright, just remembered that I have to work on homework tonight.” 

You stare at him for a moment longer, before nodding your head and letting go of his hand. The two of you aren’t close enough for you to ask him more, and you can already see that he doesn’t want to talk about it further. “Understandable. It’s kinda like a jumpscare.” 

He chuckles and smiles in agreement as you begin to walk again, completely dropping the topic of whatever it was that bothered him. When you draw closer to the convenience store, you can’t help your curiosity as you turn to him again, “Why do you sleep in the library almost everyday? If you don’t mind me asking.” 

Hyunjae doesn’t look surprised at the question, since he expected that you would probably ask him at some point. However, he doesn’t answer it until the two of you reach the entrance to the store, and he pulls open the door and holds it open for you.

Giving you a small smile, he finally responds, “I don’t really care for my technical writing class.” 

Hyunjae heads towards the library with a little skip in his step, heart feeling warm in his chest as he thinks of seeing you again. The last time he saw you was a couple days ago when the two of you went to the convenience store together, since he didn’t need to go to the library due to it being the weekend. 

“So you just go to the library to skip class and take a nap?” You ask with a hint of disbelief in your gaze as you step inside. Hyunjae nods his head with a quiet chuckle, closing the door and walking beside you towards the aisle of ramen. 

“Why don’t you just go back to your apartment and take a nap then? The library tables can’t be more comfortable than your own bed.” You say as you reach out and pick up a shin ramen, and Hyunjae just shrugs his shoulders. He picks up the neoguri ramen, feeling a slight weight over his shoulders as the real reason why he goes to the library remains in the back of his mind.

“I find that sleep comes easier at the library than it does at home.”

Just as Hyunjae’s about to push open the doors to the library, he lets out a yelp when his backpack is suddenly tugged from behind, yanking him backwards. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Hyunjae exclaims when he tries to glance back, only to be dragged away from the library and down the steps. Once they’re at the bottom of the stairs, the person finally lets go, and Hyunjae turns around to start shouting at them, only to stop.

He lets out a sigh, “God damn it, Juyeon.” 

“We’re going to class together, whether you like it or not.” Juyeon says with a big smile. Hyunjae groans when Juyeon wraps an arm around his shoulders, beginning to bring him in the direction of their building. 

Hyunjae steps out from under Juyeon’s arm and points towards him, “I’m not going. I have my daily nap to attend to and that is much more important than technical writing.” 

Juyeon squints at Hyunjae, making the latter look away and over to the library to avoid eye contact. The blonde continues to analyze his friend, before letting out a sigh of disappointment and shaking his head. 

“Instead of taking you to class, should I take you to the hospital to finally get sleeping medicine instead?” Juyeon asks, a stern expression on his face. Hyunjae just presses his lips into a thin line, “You sound like a mother.” 

“Would you rather have Sangyeon scold you? You can hardly sleep at your own apartment, you skip class, and go to the library not to study—but to sleep.” Juyeon says, making Hyunjae glance down at the ground. Juyeon stares at him for a moment longer, before looking away and running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m just worried about you.” 

“I know, but I’m fine. I’m not even failing the class either! I’m just going through a slump right now, but I should be able to sleep normally after it’s over.” Hyunjae explains earnestly, hoping that this will appease him so that he doesn’t have another thing to stress about. Juyeon reaches out and pats Hyunjae’s shoulder, “Okay, but you’re still going to class with me.”

“Oh hell no.”

“Professor is having us choose our partners for the group project that’s due at the end of the quarter and I need you there.” Juyeon says, before wrapping his arm around the back of Hyunjae’s neck and beginning to drag him towards the building of their classroom again. 

“But—”

“No buts! It’s just for today, the professor needs to know that I have a partner so that I don’t end up working with some stranger.” 

Hyunjae fails to come up with an excuse to skip this lecture and go to the library instead. He lets out a sigh of defeat as he gets dragged away, knowing that he should at least attend this section for the sake of his project. Taking a quick glance back at the library, he bites the inside of his cheek at the thought of you possibly waiting for him.

I’ll go see you later, yn.

You push the cart full of books past the aisles, looking at the study tables as you walk by, but failing to see that familiar slumped over figure. Pursing your lips, you shake your head and turn into the non-fiction aisle.

“Why do I feel a bit disappointed? I should be happy that he went to class.” You mutter, picking up a book and placing it into its designated spot. Doing a quick onceover of the shelf, you catch sight of a book that’s not meant to be in this aisle. 

“Why would someone put Frog and Toad next to Stephen Hawking?” You ask yourself as you reach out and take it out of the shelf, only to lock eyes with someone in the next aisle. You blink in surprise, only for a smile to immediately take over your features when you recognize them.

“Lee Hyunjae!” You whisper-shout, and he waves at you with a grin. He holds up something in a plastic bag, and you raise an eyebrow at him, before gesturing for him to come into your aisle. Giving you a thumbs up, he disappears from sight and appears by your side a few seconds later.

“Where were you?” The question falls past your lips without a second thought, and you just as quickly turn around and slap yourself on the forehead. Hyunjae bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his laughter, watching as you eventually turn back around to face him with an embarrassed grin. 

He leans against the shelf, a smirk on his lips when he asks, “Were you waiting for me?” 

“No!” You exclaim, only to flinch back when you receive a few shushes from those who are studying. You do a quick bow in their direction, having forgotten that you’re in a public library as you turn back to Hyunjae with regained composure. “No. I just noticed that you weren’t at one of the study tables.” 

“Ah.” Hyunjae says, and you let out a breath of relief. 

“So you were looking for me?” He teases, and you press your lips into a thin line. He lets out a quiet laugh and waves his hand at you to signal that he’s just joking around, before lifting up the bag that you now realize holds a container of takeout food. 

“What’s this? Are you having dinner here? You know that you can’t eat in the library—”

“It’s for you.” Hyunjae interjects, and you stare at him, mouth still open as the rest of the sentence remains lodged in your throat. He smiles, “I got you some kimchi jjigae since I know that you won’t be getting off shift until past dinner.” 

You continue to stare at him in shock, unable to formulate a response since you’re still trying to digest the fact that he went out of his way to buy you dinner. He reaches a hand up and waves it in front of your face, causing you to snap out of your daze.

“O-Oh God, sorry. I just… I can’t believe you got me food.” You laugh softly as you stare down at the bag of take out, and he grins. 

“I didn’t want you to have a late dinner.” He mutters in response, and you look up into his eyes. The two of you stare at each other in silence for a moment, with warmth flooding your face, and Hyunjae wondering if you can hear how hard his heart is beating against his chest.

“Thank you.” You say, and the corners of his lips quirk upwards as he nods. Without a second thought, he reaches out and grasps your hand, making your eyes widen in surprise. He lifts it up and faces your palm towards the ceiling, before repeating the action with your other hand. 

Before you can ask what he’s doing, he gently plops the bag of takeout into your hands. You look down at the container, then glance back up at his face, just to see the warm smile resting over his features as he stares into your eyes.

“Eat well, okay?” 

After nodding your head, he gives you one last grin, before turning around and walking out of the library. Your eyes trail after him, and once he’s out of sight, you glance down at the bag of takeout in your hands.

You let out a happy sigh, “He remembered that I work late tonight.”

“Why would a librarian have to work late at night?” A voice huffs from the next aisle, and Hyunjae chuckles at them. Taking a book off the shelf, he sees the back of the person’s head as they glance up at the other books. “Cause I’m the son of the family that owns this library, and that means I have to make sure all the books are in their designated spots.” 

“Pft. Still doesn’t mean you need to work late hours.” 

He turns the book over in his hand, and grins down at the cover. Letting out a breath, he walks over to the aisle the person’s in and stares at the back of their head as they’re crouched down to look at the books on the bottom shelf.

He lifts up the book in his hand, “Read this book.”

“Is it the bible?” They ask, making him roll his eyes. 

“Pride and Prejudice.” He answers, and he watches as they turn their head slightly. 

“Do you think I’d like it?” He stares at them for a moment, before chuckling and waving the book in his hand. “I wouldn’t have told you to read it if I didn’t think you wouldn’t like it.” 

They let out a soft laugh, a sound that makes his heart warm. 

“I guess I should read it then.” They say, before finally beginning to turn their head to look at him.

Hyunjae blinks his eyes open, a furrow to his brows as he slowly sits up from the table. He glances around the library, seeing that the afternoon sky had already turned dark during the time he was asleep. He sighs, “The dreams are haunting me even when I’m not at home.” 

Letting out a yawn, he turns his head just to find you putting a few books away in one of the aisles. A small smile forms on his lips, and he tiredly stands up from the table to walk over to you.

You quietly hum to yourself as you put another book onto the shelf, feeling a bit excited for your shift to be over since you’re hungry. You spare a glance in Hyunjae’s direction, expecting him to still be fast asleep over the table, only to blink in surprise when you don’t see him.

“Where’d he go?” You quietly ask yourself, moving to step out of the aisle and walk over towards the study tables when a hand suddenly grasps your wrist and spins you around.

You suck in a breath of surprise when you end up face to face with an amused looking Hyunjae. He takes a onceover of your features, watching as your initial shock slowly melts into shyness as you suddenly begin to avoid his gaze.

“Were you looking for me?” Hyunjae asks with a grin, and you bite the inside of your cheek. “Maybe.”

He chuckles and lets go of your hand, allowing you to finally breathe properly as you take a step back. Sucking in a few deep breaths, you shake your head and turn back towards the shelves with a shy smile. 

“How was your beauty sleep?” You ask as you reach for a book on the cart, to which Hyunjae takes it and places it into your hand. Giving him a grateful smile, you turn back towards the shelf and place it in its spot. 

“It was alright.” Hyunjae lies, but he notices the way you glance back at him with disbelieving eyes at his answer. He picks up another book and hands it to you so that you’ll look away from him, “It was.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” You say in a sing-song voice as you place the book onto the shelf. Hyunjae squints at you, “Your eyes speak more words than you vocalize.” 

You purse your lips, wondering when the two of you became close enough for him to be able to read you so easily. Shaking your head, you’re about to turn towards the cart again, only to pause when the spine of a book catches your eye.

“Lee Hyunjae.” You murmur, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“Full naming me now, hm?” 

You chuckle, reaching out and taking the book from the shelf. You briefly flip through the pages, remembering how much you enjoyed this book when you were in high school. 

“Do you like books?” You ask, and Hyunjae pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek at the question. He leans back against the shelf, “Not really, why?” 

“I just found my favorite book, and I wanted to ask you to read it.” You explain as you skim through one of the paragraphs, a small smile forming on your face. Hyunjae tilts his head, “What is it?” 

Shutting the book in your hands, you turn towards the pretty man and hold the book up towards his face. The cover of the story reflects from the light, and Hyunjae feels his heart stop when he reads the title.

“Pride and Prejudice.” You answer with a soft voice, watching as Hyunjae’s eyes get a faraway look to them as he stares at the old book.

He lifts up the book in his hand, “Read this book.”

“Is it the bible?” They ask, making him roll his eyes. 

“Pride and Prejudice.” He answers, and he watches as they turn their head slightly. 

“Do you think I’d like it?” He stares at them for a moment, before chuckling and waving the book in his hand. “I wouldn’t have told you to read it if I didn’t think you wouldn’t like it.” 

The memory of his dream flashes past Hyunjae’s eyes as questions flood his brain. He wonders what kind of a coincidence this could be, how this could possibly happen as he stares at the familiar cover of the classic story. 

At his silence, you glance at the book in your hand, before turning back towards him with an embarrassed smile, “You don’t like it?” 

Hyunjae blinks out of his daze, eyes meeting yours as you stare at him with concern written over your features. He shakes his head, reaching out and gently taking it from your grasp, “No! I just spaced out, sorry. I’ll definitely read it though.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to read it if you don’t like reading—”

“It’s your favorite book, of course I have to read it.” Hyunjae cuts off, genuineness dripping from the sentence as he looks at you with fond eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek, warmth flooding your face as you nod. “Okay, tell me if you like it.” 

And Hyunjae stares at you for a moment longer, quietly wondering what his dreams mean as he nods his head with a smile that fails to reach his eyes.

“Of course, yn.”

“Why am I coming to the library?” Juyeon asks as he gets dragged up the steps, to which Kevin just huffs out a breath. 

“Cause I need you to see this.” 

“I have a class soon, though. Why not show Hyunjae? He’s probably already at the library considering this is the class he skips.” Juyeon points out when they enter the library. Kevin bites his bottom lip, bringing Juyeon over towards the bookshelves so they can hide properly as he mutters under his breath, “Cause he’s what you need to see.” 

Juyeon raises an eyebrow, “What?”

Kevin peeks past the bookshelf to make sure they have a good view, before tucking his head away. Turning towards Juyeon, he places both hands on his shoulders, making the latter squint at him in confusion. 

“Kevin…”

“Shh.” Kevin says as he maneuvers Juyeon over towards where he was standing, “Just look quietly.” 

Juyeon gives him another look, before peeking his head past the bookshelf, only for his eyes to widen in disbelief. 

Hyunjae’s seated at a study table, but he’s not sleeping like he always said he does. Instead, he’s talking to the person sitting across from him. 

Juyeon watches as Hyunjae smiles softly at whatever the person said, and his mouth drops open in shock when his friend even reaches out and pats their head fondly.

“No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.” Kevin says.

You look at Hyunjae with nothing but warmth in your eyes when he retracts his hand, and he can’t help but smile at the sight. Shaking your head with a quiet giggle, you glance at your laptop screen to see the grade of your essay staring back at you.

97/100

“Ah, I can’t believe they liked it that much.” You mutter, and Hyunjae scoffs jokingly. Looking up at him, you see the furrow to his brows as he points towards your laptop. “Of course they liked it that much. Don’t underestimate yourself, yn.” 

You attempt to fight the smile from forming on your face, but you fail. Turning away, your eyes fall on the bookshelves, only to blink in surprise when you see two heads peeking out. 

“Kevin?” 

“Oh shit.” Kevin breathes out when you make direct eye contact with him, and you squint at him. Hyunjae sees the change in your demeanor as you look away from him, and he turns towards the direction you’re staring in.

“Lee Juyeon?” 

“God damn it.” Juyeon states when Hyunjae sees him, and Kevin turns towards his friend with a frightened expression. “Should we run?” 

“Aren’t you on shift?” 

“I’m still on break for like, 15 minutes.” 

“Word.” Juyeon says, before nodding his head and sprinting to the exit with Kevin. You and Hyunjae watch as the two disappear from sight, and you let out a quiet chuckle when you hear the sound of the doors closing.

“I hate them.” Hyunjae deadpans, making you snort in response. Turning back towards your laptop, you gently close it and pack it into its sleeve. The black haired beauty watches you quietly as you do so, admiring your features with a hint of a smile.

“Do you wanna do something to celebrate?” He asks, and you look up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Celebrate what?” 

“Your grade.” Hyunjae responds, and you tilt your head. You had never celebrated getting a high grade or test score before since you’re usually busy, and you didn’t think it’s that big of a deal. However, with the way he’s looking at you with a proud expression, you find your heart swelling with pride. 

“Should we?” You ask with a growing smile, and he grins as he nods. 

“We should.” 

It’s only a few minutes later when you find yourself staring at the death contraption that Hyunjae uses as his vehicle of transportation that you slightly regret saying yes. The pretty man notices the apprehension in your body language, and he chuckles to himself. 

“What’s wrong?” Hyunjae asks, turning around so that he’s leaning back against his motorcycle and facing you. You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, before shyly pointing towards the bike, “Are we using this to get to the restaurant?”

Hyunjae spares a glance towards his motorcycle and nods his head, looking back at you with a grin, “Of course.”

Your eyes widen at his answer, and you immediately turn around to start walking back to the library. Hyunjae laughs and steps forward, grasping your wrist softly and spinning you around so that you’re facing him again.

His breath gets caught in his throat when he finds your face inches away from his own, having underestimated how close you were when he spun you. Warmth floods your face almost immediately at the close proximity between you two, unable to breathe as the two of you just stare at each other.

Hyunjae clears his throat after a moment and lets go of your wrist, and you quickly take a step back from him as you awkwardly cough into your elbow. Fighting back the blush that’s flooding his face, he reaches out and grabs his motorcycle helmet, before turning and holding it out to you.

“Do you trust me, yn?” Hyunjae asks, and you slowly nod your head. He smiles softly and wiggles the helmet towards you, “Then trust that I’ll protect you.” 

You don’t move to grab it, still feeling unsure of what to do as you stare down at the helmet. He lets out a breath after a moment, before shaking his head and stepping close to you again. Your eyes widen when he reaches up and gently places the helmet on your head for you, a smile escaping him as his fingers graze your chin while he buckles the straps.

“Don’t know how to put on a helmet?” He teases, to which you slap his arm in reply. He smiles before patting the top of your head and turning around towards his motorcycle. You watch as he throws one leg over, and glances at you as he starts the engine.

“You wanna walk to the place with the helmet on?” 

You squint at him, “You wouldn’t let me walk alone.”

Hyunjae stares at you for a moment, before nodding his head in agreement. Rolling your eyes, he laughs and pats the back of the seat. “Come on, you told me you trusted me.” 

You purse your lips, before letting out a sigh and stepping up to the motorcycle. Resting a hand on his shoulder, you carefully lift your leg up and place it on the other side of the bike. Hyunjae grins proudly and revs his engine, eliciting a squeal from you. 

“You might wanna hold on.” Hyunjae tells you, expecting you to argue with him. However, he’s shocked when you almost immediately wrap your arms around his waist, and he bites back a smile as a blush forms on his cheeks.

“Drive safely.” You say in a soft voice as you shut your eyes tightly, and the pretty man chuckles in response. 

“Anything for you, yn.”

Hyunjae steps out of the library with a tired sigh, making sure to lock the door behind him before walking down the quiet street.

The small thrum of disappointment lingers in his heart after having not seen them today, and he quietly wonders why they didn’t visit. Looking around, his eyes gaze over the closed shops as he walks.

“You! Stop there!”

His head snaps back when he hears the shout, and his eyes widen when he sees a figure dressed in black run out from around the corner and in his direction. The entire lower half of their face is covered in black silk, acting as a mask to hide their identity.

“Midnight.” He mutters when he realizes just who they are. The bandit that strikes at night, taking money from those who are well off and later giving it to the less fortunate communities. He’s never seen them, having only heard rumors about them, almost as if they were just a myth. 

But when he locks eyes with them, he notices their eyes widen in shock, and he tilts his head when he realizes.

Their eyes are familiar. 

Before he can open his mouth to say their name, they’re already running past him, but not without grabbing his wrist and yanking him backwards with them.

“Run!” Their voice exclaims, and he doesn’t need to be told twice. 

Removing his wrist from their grip, he quickly intertwines his fingers with theirs and ends up pulling the two of them forward. 

“Since when could you run fast!? Don’t you just take care of books all day?!?” Their voice rings out in surprise, and he lets out a scoff. 

“There’s much more shocking revelations that have occurred tonight!” He responds as he abruptly yanks them into an alleyway that he knows leads to a shortcut to his house.

“Do you workout in your spare time or something?!” 

Hyunjae just laughs and glances back at their covered face, “We have a lot to talk about, y-“

Hyunjae gasps awake right before he learns the name of the figure he’s been dreaming about. Letting out a groan, he rolls over in his bed and picks up his phone to check the time. Biting his bottom lip, he puts his phone back down and reaches up and covers his face. 

“Who are you?” Hyunjae whispers, feeling haunted by the mysterious figure he’s been dreaming about for months. 

Heaving a breath, he slams his hands onto his bed and stares up at the ceiling with a tired expression. The exhaustion weighs heavily over him, but he already knows that he won’t get a dreamless sleep if he attempts to sleep again.

“I guess I’ll make coffee.” Hyunjae murmurs, before rolling off of his bed and leaving his room. He walks past the bright clock that displays the time, but he chooses to ignore it.

He doesn’t want to get reminded that it’s only 3 in the morning. 

“So, anything for them, huh?” Kevin asks with a teasing smile, and Hyunjae just shoots him a glare from across the table. He reaches out to bonk his head with the book, only for Jacob to block it from hitting the blonde’s head. 

“No bonking.” Jacob states, and Hyunjae lets out a huff. Juyeon walks in from the kitchen holding a bowl of rice, and he raises an eyebrow at his friend’s squinted eyes.

“Are you that upset that you can’t see yn today?” Juyeon teases, making Hyunjae snap towards him. 

“Why is everyone teasing me about yn!?”

“Cause you’re in love with them.” Kevin responds, causing Jacob to let out a giggle and Juyeon to grin knowingly. Hyunjae lets out a sigh at their antics, pulling out his phone to see if he’s received any messages, just to put his phone back down when he sees texts from people he could care less about. 

“Damn, you got a shit ton of admirers.” Juyeon points out when he sees a glimpse of Hyunjae’s unread messages, and he shrugs his shoulders. “Don’t really care about them.”

Kevin leans close to Jacob and places his hand over his mouth to whisper in his ear. Hyunjae looks up to find the blonde staring directly at him as he whispers quite loudly, 

“It’s cause he only cares about yn~”

Hyunjae presses his lips into a thin line, before shaking his head and taking some rice from Juyeon’s bowl. Placing some into his mouth, he mutters, “I hate it here.” 

The sound of the door opening gathers the four’s attention, and they all let out a noise of greeting when Sunwoo walks in. The redhead grins and says hi, but a concerned expression takes over his features when he lays eyes on Hyunjae. 

Hyunjae blinks, “What?”

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Sunwoo asks as he sits in the seat beside him, and Hyunjae shakes his head with a pitiful smile. “Only got three hours, but that’s the norm.” 

They all exchange a glance before turning back towards their very sleep deprived friend, and Juyeon bites the inside of his cheek when he gets a better look at the dark bags under Hyunjae’s eyes. The black haired beauty sinks into his seat at all the eyes on him, and waves his hands towards his friends. 

“Guys, please. I’m used to it, don’t worry about it.” 

Just when Juyeon’s about to reply, a foot kicks Hyunjae in the shin, causing the latter to let out a shout of pain as he doubles over. Sunwoo’s eyes widen, and Jacob immediately asks if he’s okay, to which Hyunjae just lets out a quiet cry in reply. 

“Underestimated how hard I kick.” Kevin murmurs, which Hyunjae overhears and lifts up his head to shoot him a glare. Kevin gives him a sheepish smile, “Sorry about your shin, but—”

“There should be no buts in a good apology—”

“But yn’s studying at the library right now. Alone.” Kevin cuts off, and Hyunjae blinks at him with his mouth wide open. Jacob and Sunwoo exchange a glance before looking at Juyeon, who just has an amused look in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, Hyunjae places his hands on the table and stands up from his chair. He takes a look at his four friends, before giving them a grin and pointing towards the door.

“I-I’ve gotta, ya know, go…” 

The four share a look, one that basically says, get a load of this guy, before turning back to him and sending him a wave. 

“Have fun!”

“Drive safe.”

“Take them on a date after!” 

“Sleep well.” 

Hyunjae chuckles at their different responses as he slips on his shoes, shooting them all an excited smile as he waves his hand at them. 

“Text you guys later.”

They watch as he leaves the apartment, and Juyeon lets out a breath when the door shuts. Sunwoo turns towards the blonde, nudging him with his elbow to gain his attention. 

“You’re really worried about him, huh?” Sunwoo asks, and Juyeon nods his head. Turning to glance at the door, he purses his lips at the thought of how dark Hyunjae’s eyebags have gotten. 

“Ever since he began to go to the library, he’s started sleeping even less at night.”

Hyunjae walks through the entrance of the library, a smile threatening to form across his lips as heads in the direction of the study tables. Poking his head past the bookshelves, he glances around the library, looking for your pretty face.

He pauses when he sees not your face, but the back of your head as you’re slumped over the study table you’re seated at. He raises a hand up and covers his smile, holding back a laugh as he walks over to you quietly. 

He pulls out the chair perpendicular to you, and carefully sits down as a means to not make any noise. He grins at your sleeping face, not even acknowledging the dried drool on the corner of your lips. Biting his bottom lip, he scoots in a bit more and places his arm onto the table, before laying his cheek onto it so that he’s facing you.

His eyes trail over your features, and he quietly wonders how a person can be so painstakingly beautiful as he stares at your sleeping face. After a moment, Hyunjae feels himself beginning to grow more tired as he looks at you, and he struggles to keep his eyes open.

“Ah, they fell asleep again.”

Hyunjae opens his eyes when the beginning of the dream flashes behind his eyelids, the exhaustion weighing heavily over him. He fights to keep himself awake as he looks at you, for the sake of not having another dream again.

But he fails.

“Ah, they fell asleep again.” He murmurs as he walks up to the wooden table after putting back the last book on the shelf. Letting out an amused chuckle, he sits in the chair perpendicular to them and rests his cheek onto the surface of the table.

Staring at their sleeping face, he quietly wonders to himself why they’re able to sleep so well on such a hard surface. Pursing his lips at how uncomfortable he is, he adjusts himself so that his cheek is resting on his arm, now feeling a bit more comfortable.

Looking back at their face, his eyes trail over their features. From their eyelashes, to the slope of their nose, and to their lips.

“What a beautiful sight.” He whispers. He blinks in surprise when they suddenly begin to stir in their sleep, and he watches silently as their eyes begin to open.

Hyunjae jumps awake, feeling startled as he stares at your sleeping face. Panic floods his chest when he sees your eyebrows furrow and you begin to stir, but before he can sit up, your eyes slowly blink open. 

And his heart stops.

The visual of your eyes boring into his merges with the one from his dream, and suddenly all the memories of his past dreams with the faceless figure slowly become memories of you. He sucks in a breath and abruptly stands up from the chair, staring at you with wide eyes as you rub the back of your neck tiredly while you sit up. 

“Hyunjae, what’s wrong?” You ask when you finally take notice of his shellshocked appearance. He doesn’t respond though, just continuing to stare at you while his heart beats against his ears the longer he stays there. 

There’s no way, Hyunjae thinks to himself when your eyes grow with worry.

There’s no way that it’s you.

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and you slowly stand up from your chair, “Hyunjae, are you okay?”

When you attempt to walk over, he quickly steps back and knocks over his chair. The loud thud of the chair rings throughout the quiet library, gathering the attention of other students as they look at what’s going on between you and the bad boy of the university.

You gulp, “Hyunjae?”

He blinks at you, before stepping past the table and sprinting out of the library without another word. Your mouth drops open in shock as you watch him leave, and you flinch when the sound of the door closing rings around the quiet space.

“What happened to make him react like that?” You ask yourself quietly, unable to forget the shock in his eyes as he looked at you. Biting the inside of your cheek, you gently pick up the chair that he knocked over and push it back into its spot. Walking back over to your seat, you sit down and stare at your open laptop. 

But you can’t find the motivation to continue what you were working on.

“Jaehyun!” He turns at the call of his name, smiling brightly when he sees Hyunjun hurrying towards him with a loaf of bread he bought. He reaches out and wraps an arm around his friend’s shoulders once he’s close enough, ruffling his hair with his hand. “Did you make your move?” 

Hyunjun immediately shoots him a glare, nudging him in the stomach with his elbow. “No. I don’t know why you’re so fixated on me and the baker’s daughter.” 

“Cause it’s obvious that you have a crush on her.” He teases, to which he receives another jab to the stomach. He clutches his side, wincing in pain at Hyunjun’s sharp elbows as his friend chuckles. 

“We just did the usual, talking casually as she got me the loaf of bread I ordered. Nothing special.” Hyunjun explains with a soft smile, and he lets out a disappointed breath. “Tsk, thought I taught you better.” 

“The only thing you’ve taught me is that I should get better friends. Then again, I should’ve expected that the librarian who talks to books would be strange.”

“Hey! You know that books are precious! Take that back!” 

“No!” 

Hyunjae’s about to put his friend in a chokehold when a shoulder bumps into his own, causing him to take a step back. With a frown taking over his features, he turns his head to glance back at the person who bumped into him. His eyes slowly trail up from the ground and up their body, stopping at their lips when they begin to say:

“I’m sorry—”

“Sir, there’s no trace of Midnight.” His attention is grabbed by the soldiers coming out from the alleyway a few feet away, and he raises an eyebrow at the mention of the night bandit. He turns back towards the person who bumped into his shoulder, and he notices the slight smirk on the corner of their lips as they stare at the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asks them, and their head snaps up towards him, and he feels his breath get taken away when they lock eyes with him.

“I should be asking you that, but yes, I’m alright. Are you okay? I’m sorry for bumping into you, I was in a rush.” They explain, but he can’t seem to get over the sparkles in their eyes as they look at him. A small smile appears on his lips, and he waves a hand at the pretty stranger in front of him.

“Don’t worry about it, but since you bumped into me, can I ask what your name is?” Hyunjun slowly raises a hand up to his mouth in shock at Hyunjae pulling a move, to which the latter elbows him in the stomach as a sign to stop. 

He watches as the corner of the stranger’s lips tilt upwards at him and Hyunjun’s antics, and he feels relief flood him when they reply,

“Yn, my name is yn.” 

You glance back when you hear the sound of growing footsteps behind you, and you know that the soldiers are heading in your general vicinity to search. Looking back at the handsome man before you, you give him a wave, “I have to hurry home, but it was nice meeting you.”

You quickly step past him, but pause when a warm hand gently wraps around your wrist. Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance back at him, just to see a hopeful look in his eyes as he stares at you. 

“Not going to ask for my name?” He asks with a small smile, and you try to fight the warmth that’s threatening to flood your face as your eyes bore into his. Tilting your head, you grin at him, “Alright, what’s your name?” 

His smile widens at the sight of your own, and he gently slides his hand down from your wrist to encompass your hand. You blink in surprise, internally thinking of how bold he is, while Hyunjae’s just trying to ignore how hard his heart is beating against his chest as he gives your hand a squeeze. 

“Jaehyun, my name is Lee Jaehyun.”

He lets go of your hand after telling you his name, and your arm falls limply to your side. Nodding your head, you raise your hand up and wave at him again, quietly hoping to see him again as you say, 

“I’ll see you around, Lee Jaehyun.” 

He watches as you turn around and walk down the street until you’re out of sight. As soon as you’re gone, he collapses onto Hyunjun, and his friend laughs loudly at his behavior while repeatedly slapping his shoulder.

“You menace! You can’t just collapse onto me after you elbowed me in the stomach while talking to them!” 

Hyunjae grips onto Hyunjun’s arm with a chuckle, “Hope I taught you how to properly flirt with the baker’s daughter for next week.”

“Shut up!”

Hyunjae dusts off the books that were returned, standing behind the counter of the library in case someone walks in. He places the book onto the cart of clean books, before reaching for the next book to clean. As he’s about to grab the rag, the sound of the door chime captures his attention. 

“Hello, welcome to Utopia Library…” He trails off when he looks up to find you standing at the entrance, a shy smile on your face as you quietly shut the door behind you. Once the door’s closed, you tentatively raise your hand up and wave at him, “Hi.” 

Hyunjae blinks, before raising his hand up and waving back at you, “Hi, yn.” 

You glance around the library as you step further inside, having walked by the building so many times but never entering it. Hyunjae watches you with stars in his eyes, and he feels his heart stop when you turn your head to look at him. 

“You work here?” You ask as you walk up to the counter, and he nods his head with a small grin while he gently cleans the book in his hand. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You raise an eyebrow at the answer, “What does that mean?” 

Hyunjae just shrugs his shoulders and places the book onto the cart. You watch as he pushes the cart out from behind the counter, and heads towards the bookshelves to start putting the books back in their spot. You squint at him, “Jaehyun, what did you mean by that?” 

And Hyunjae grins, turning to you with a teasing look in his eyes that makes you even more curious about what he’s hinting at. He gestures over towards the front counter again, and that’s when you notice a framed family painting on the wall behind it. 

You blink, before turning back towards the handsome man in front of you. You stare at him for a moment longer, and he lets out a laugh when your mouth suddenly drops open and you point at him. 

“You own this library?!” You exclaim, and he shrugs his shoulders as he places a book back on the shelf. “Kind of, it’s more of my parents’ than me. I just work here on days when they’re too busy.” 

You slowly nod your head in understanding, before glancing around the library with genuine curiosity in your gaze. He looks away from the bookshelf for a moment to check on you, and he lets out a grin when he sees you peeking your head into the different aisles. 

“You can go look around if you want, just holler if you need me.” Hyunjae says, and you turn to him with a furrow to your brows. “But this is a library.” 

Hyunjae tilts his head, “It is.” 

“So I’m not allowed to yell in here because it’s a library.” You deadpan, and the pretty man blinks at you. He slowly raises a hand up to his forehead and turns around for a quick second to mutter, 

“My god, they’re so cute.” 

He turns back to you and gestures around your surroundings, “We’re the only ones here, so there’s no worries of you disturbing anyone who’s reading.” 

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, and he chuckles at your reaction. You quickly shake your head as if to snap out of your trance, and give him a thumbs up as you point over to the other aisles. 

“I’m going to explore.”

“Have fun~” Hyunjae tells you, and you smile at him with a nod of your head. He watches as you skip off to the next aisle, and he grins. Turning back towards the cart full of books he needs to put away, he lets out a soft laugh. 

“Why am I so endeared already?” He asks himself quietly, before beginning to put the books back on their shelves.

Hyunjae jumps slightly when the sound of a book slamming against the counter rings out from behind him, and he turns around to find you staring at him with a furrow to your brows. He blinks at you, having expected you to be asleep at one of the tables like you usually are. 

“Yes?” He asks, and you respond by lifting up the book you had previously slammed onto the counter. Once he lays eyes on the cover, he lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head. “Did you like Pride and Prejudice, yn?” 

“I cried.” You state, and he bites back a snort as he places the pen down onto the table. He turns around so that he’s now facing you, and leans onto the counter so that you can explain what you thought of the story. “Well, go on.”

“I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did, but it was actually quite beautiful.” You begin, and he watches as your eyes begin to sparkle as you retell all of your favorite scenes in the story. There’s a point in your ramble where you lift your hands up to express how frustrated you were at some parts, and Hyunjae giggles.

The two of you have known each other for three months now, with you going to visit the library everyday so that you can see Hyunjae. When you first started coming, you would look around the library and bombard him with questions about the books and his daily life. When you started to become more comfortable, Hyunjae began to notice how tired your eyes have always looked whenever the two of you talk. 

What started with you always talking to him throughout your visit, became Hyunjae leading you towards the tables where you can go and take a nap, until eventually you would just make your way there naturally. He had even brought you a small pillow from his apartment that you can use to lay on for your naps. 

He gave you Pride & Prejudice last week, and he wondered whether or not you would actually read it. Unbeknownst to him, you started reading it on the first night he had given it to you.

“There was a scene where Mr. Darcy had flexed his hand after helping Elizabeth into a wagon because he was so overwhelmed with his love for her, and I—never mind. I’m rambling too much, sorry.” You say, looking away shyly after you stopped yourself from continuing. Hyunjae tilts his head, reaching out with a pen to gently poke your forehead, making you frown and swat it away. 

“What was that for?”

“Don’t feel like you have to apologize for being excited. I love listening to you talk, whether it be about the smallest things.” Hyunjae tells you, and your breath hitches at the genuinity dripping from his voice. Blinking, you raise a hand up and scratch the back of your neck as warmth floods your face, “O-Oh.” 

Hyunjae grins, “You can tell me. I’ll always listen.” 

Biting your bottom lip, you suck in a deep breath before looking back at him again. Placing your hands onto the counter, you fiddle with your fingers as you continue. 

“I just… I thought it would be nice to have someone love me like that. For someone to react like they had just held a star after they simply grazed against my hand, like I’m the most precious thing in the world to them.” 

The silence of the library falls over the two of you after you finish explaining your thoughts, and you bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for Hyunjae to speak. Your eyes burn holes into your hands as you wait, not wanting to look up at the pretty man for the fear of what his expression may look like. 

After a moment, you slowly glance up at him, only for your heart to stop when you find his eyes boring into yours. You let out a nervous laugh, continuing to fiddle with your hands out of anxiety from what he could possibly say. 

“What if someone already did love you like that?” Hyunjae finally asks, his voice shaky as he awaits your answer. You blink, wondering what he could mean as the two of you stare at each other. 

“I don’t have anyone in my life who could.” You answer slowly, searching his eyes for any emotion that could tell you what he’s possibly thinking. However, he turns away before you could look any further. He lets out a breath, placing a book into the cart and pushing it out from behind the counter. 

“Maybe you should rethink that.” He tells you with a small smile, before heading over towards the bookshelves. Leaving you standing by the front counter, a furrow to your brows as you watch him walk off in confusion. Pursing your lips, you briefly glance down just to find the book on the table, and your eyes widen slightly.

“Jaehyun!” You shout, picking up the book and looking in the direction he walked off in. You blink in surprise when you don’t see him, “Jaehyun?” 

“In the back aisle!” His voice rings out, and you let out a breath of relief, before heading in the direction you had heard him call out from. You glance down each aisle until you finally see him putting away the books, and you walk up to him and tap his shoulder. 

“Mm?” He replies, not turning to look at you since his attention is solely focused on making sure he’s putting the books in their designated spots. 

Pursing your lips, you hold out the book from behind him, making sure it’s now in his line of sight. You watch as he halts his movement and stares at the cover before saying, “You forgot to bring this book to put it away.” 

Hyunjae lets your words digest, before the corner of his lips tilts upwards. He gently moves your arm away from his face, and reaches down to grab another book to place it back on the shelf. 

“It’s yours. I gave that for you to keep.” Hyunjae says as he pushes the book into its spot. You just stare at the back of his head, letting it sink in, before your eyes widen. Without thinking, you reach out and grab his wrist, making him turn around to face you so that you can look him in the eyes.

“Yn—”

“Don’t you need this book? Doesn’t it have a special place on one of these shelves?” You ask with wide eyes, and Hyunjae can only stare at you as warmth floods his face. When he doesn’t respond, you gently shake his arm, making him snap out of his trance and blink at you. 

He quickly takes his wrist out of your grasp and places it behind his back, quietly wondering to himself if you can hear how loudly his heart is beating within his chest. Letting out a shaky laugh, he shakes his head, “We have at least three copies of Pride & Prejudice aside from that one, so that’s why I’m giving it to you as a gift.” 

You can only stare at him in disbelief, knowing just how precious and rare it is for someone like you to own a book like this. Swallowing the growing lump in your throat, you muster up a small smile as warmth crawls up your neck, “Thank you, Jaehyun.” 

And he smiles and nods at you, “Anything for you, yn.” 

With that, you watch as he turns and pushes the cart to the next aisle. Your eyes follow after him, and you watch through the shelves as he picks up the first book on the cart and places it in its spot next to the others. 

What you fail to catch is Hyunjae gently rubbing the part of his wrist that you had held, his heart still managing to thump loudly against his chest as he fights back the smile that threatens to take over his features.

Hyunjae yanks you into his apartment and quickly shuts the door, turning the lock on it as you head towards the windows and pull the curtains. The two of you move fast, making sure no one will be able to peek inside as you rush into the bathroom to change out of your outfit. 

Hyunjae lets out a breath once he’s sure every window is covered, and he falls back onto the chair as a new wave of exhaustion falls over him. The sound of the door opening catches his attention, and he glances over to see you step out of the bathroom, no longer clad in the dark attire you were wearing previously. He watches as you place your folded clothes on the kitchen table, and he stares at the black silk that you so delicately put on top. 

He stares at you in silence as you avoid eye contact, gently tapping your finger on top of the chair as you feel his gaze burn holes into the side of your face. Biting the inside of your cheek, you finally glance over at Hyunjae, and you let out an awkward laugh to try and ease the tension.

“So… you run fast, huh?” You ask, and Hyunjae just raises an eyebrow at you. He gestures towards your folded clothes on the table, before resting his hand on his knee, “And you’re Midnight, huh?”

“Damn it.” You mutter under your breath, unable to change the subject from acknowledging the elephant in the room. He rests his chin on his hand, “You know that you’re the most wanted criminal, right?” 

You let out a quiet chuckle, nodding your head as you glance at the pretty man with a smirk, “Of course.” 

Hyunjae just stares at you quietly for a moment, wondering how he didn’t piece everything together soon. From the moment the two of you first met, you were hiding from the soldiers but had run into him. During the day, you fall asleep the moment your cheek rests on your arm at the library, and you hardly come to visit him at night as you always claim that you’re busy. 

“Are you going to turn me in now that you know?” You ask, breaking the latter away from his thoughts. He notices the hint of fear in your eyes as you await his response, making him wonder what’s going on in your head as you look at him. 

The corner of his lips quirks upward, and he glances down at the floor as he lets out a sigh. Your heart leaps into your throat, trying to decipher what his smile means as you try to come to terms with the fact that you’re going to be executed if the pretty librarian you’ve gotten to know over the months turns you in.

“Why would I do that?” Hyunjae asks, making you pause. Your eyes widen and he has to bite back a laugh as you repeatedly point towards your Midnight outfit before pointing back at yourself. Biting the inside of your cheek, you walk up to him and rest your hands on the arm rests of his chair. 

“Why wouldn’t you do that? I’m a dangerous bandit who steals from the rich, willing to do whatever it takes to get my prize. There’s a bounty over my head that would not only pay off any debt you have, but have you set for the rest of your life. Anyone else would take the chance, so why not you?” You ask, eyes wide as they search his own. Hyunjae looks back into your eyes, seeing the fear and panic clear as day as your heart beats loudly against your chest.

He chuckles quietly, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Letting out a breath, he tilts his head and leans in closer to your face, making your breath hitch from the sudden realization of the close proximity between the two of you.

“You’re a bandit who steals from the rich to donate to the less fortunate. You like to bother the son of the town’s librarian by taking a nap at one of the reading tables. You don’t like to read, but you listen to the librarian go on a tangent about the recent book he read. You always tease the librarian for his job, but you complain whenever he works late hours because you’re worried for him.” Hyunjae says, making you blink in shock. He gives you a small smile, reaching up and gently patting your head like you’re a precious flower, when in reality, you’re the most wanted criminal in the country.

“Why would I turn in someone who’s doing all this for the greater good?” Hyunjae asks, before leaning back into his chair. You finally suck in a deep breath once he’s no longer inches away from your face, and you take a step back and grab the arm of the couch. 

Biting your bottom lip, you tentatively ask, “So… you’re not going to turn me in?” 

“No.”

“And you’re just going to act the same as usual?” 

“Pretty much.” 

“So everything will just be normal between us? Aside from the fact that you know my secret?” 

Hyunjae nods his head with a quiet chuckle, “Yes, yn. Everything between us is going to be normal.” 

You let out a breath of relief, finally allowing yourself to sit down on the couch as the memory of what happened within the past hour all flows past your eyes. Hyunjae watches as you cover your mouth with your hand when a yawn escapes you, and he grins to himself. 

“You can sleep in my room.” Hyunjae tells you, and your eyes widen at the offer. 

“No! It’s okay! I can probably head back to my own apartment now, I bet there’s no soldiers—” The sound of boots stomping against the pavement outside captures your guys’ attention, and you slowly melt back into the couch when you realize there’s no getting out of this situation. 

Hyunjae chuckles and gestures towards the couch that you’re seated on, “I’ll sleep here tonight, you take the bed.” 

You immediately stand up and shake your head, “No! This is your apartment so you should sleep in your own bed. I’m the guest—”

“Which is why you should sleep on the bed. It would be rude of me to let the guest sleep on the couch.” Hyunjae interrupts, and you squint your eyes at him. After five months of knowing each other, you’ve come to learn that the librarian is incredibly stubborn, even more stubborn than you are. 

And that’s a feat in itself.

So, you regrettably trudge over in the direction his room is. Hyunjae bites back a laugh at how slumped over your shoulders are at the loss in the argument, and he walks over to the closet to grab a blanket for the couch. 

“Jaehyun?” 

The black haired beauty turns his head when he hears you softly call his name, and he feels his heart stutter within his chest when he sees the shy look on your face as you stare at him by his bedroom door. 

“Yeah, yn?” 

You give him a small smile, “Thank you.” 

Warmth flushes up his face as he looks at you, and he quietly wonders if he’ll always react this way whenever he sees you smile. Biting the inside of his cheek, he nods his head at you, “Sleep well, yn.” 

And with that, you turn around and enter his room. When the door shuts behind you, Hyunjae continues to stare for a moment longer, before letting out a sigh and closing the door to the closet. He walks over to the couch and lays down, unfolding the blanket and laying it on top of him as he stares up at the ceiling. Only one thought comes to mind as the exhaustion slowly begins to hit him, and he can only let out a quiet laugh.

You really have no idea how much he loves you.

The sound of the familiar knock pattern on the door makes Hyunjae hurry over from the kitchen and immediately open the door, allowing you to stumble in as he quickly closes it and makes sure it’s locked. Almost like it’s an instinct, he rushes around his apartment and makes sure to close every curtain so that no soldiers can peek inside and see you.

Once he shuts the last curtain, the sound of quiet groans makes him turn his head in your direction. His eyes widen when he sees you tightly clutching onto your thigh, blood dripping onto the floor as you cry out in pain.

“Yn!” 

You bite your bottom lip when Hyunjae immediately kneels down beside you, first aid kit by his side as he carefully cuts off the fabric that’s covering your leg. 

“I got shot when I was running.” You mutter, letting out a quiet cry when he starts to wipe away the blood surrounding the wound. He carefully looks at your leg and feels a bit of relief when he sees that the bullet went straight through. 

“It’ll be okay, the bullet didn’t get lodged in your leg. I might have to give you stitches, but it should be easy.” Hyunjae explains, making you raise an eyebrow even through your pained state. He reaches out towards the first aid kit and pulls out a needle and thread.

“For a librarian, you know far too much on how to care for someone who got shot.” You state, and he just shrugs his shoulders at you while cleaning the gunshot wound. “Read a lot of books about war and medicine.” 

“Thought you liked books like Pride & Prejudice.” You say, and he rolls his eyes at you. He holds up the needle and hands you a pillow that he grabbed from the couch. You tentatively take it from him, and he gives you a sad smile. 

“This is going to hurt really bad, so if you want to scream, do it into that pillow.” Hyunjae tells you, and you bite your bottom lip at how serious he is. Nodding your head, you raise the pillow up to your face so that you won’t have to look at what’s about to happen. 

“Just tell me when you need a break.” 

The next hour is filled with you screaming into the pillow while Hyunjae mutters numerous apologies the whole time he stitches up your thigh.

“I wish I never got shot.” You state after Hyunjae’s finished stitching up your leg. The two of you are laying on the floor of his apartment, staring up at the ceiling as an ice pack rests on your thigh. He glances over at you, “Who’d you steal from this time?” 

After Hyunjae found out your identity, he made you promise to come hide out in his apartment whenever you find yourself in that type of situation again. Little did he know how often this would occur. It happens so much to the point that the two of you ended up creating a knock code so that he would know it’s you in front of his apartment.

You chuckle, “The big tuna company. I heard that they have a large safe in their office, and it ended up being true. I left about half of the money I found there..” 

“Do you have it with you?” Hyunjae asks, suddenly realizing that you came here in a hurry after getting shot. You nod your head and gesture over to the bag of money laying by the door, and the librarian blinks at the sight of it. “I’ll drop it off in the morning.” 

Hyunjae turns his head back so that he’s staring up at the ceiling, feeling the worries pile over his shoulders after the events of tonight collapse onto him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he glances at you, seeing you blinking tiredly up at the ceiling.

Clenching his fist at his side, he musters up all the courage he has to blurt out, “Why don’t you stop being Midnight now?” 

You pause at the question, quietly wondering what led him to asking such a ridiculous question. Pursing your lips, you turn your head to see him looking away from you. You sigh and look back at the ceiling, “Why should I stop?” 

“Because it’s dangerous.” 

“The families in the villages not being able to afford anything to eat is much more dangerous than me stealing a few measly coins from those who are rich.” You drawl, and Hyunjae sits up to look down at your unbothered expression. 

“Yn, you’re the most wanted criminal in the country. Everytime you steal, the soldiers are closer to capturing you, and one day I won’t hear your knock on my door.” Hyunjae says, concern laced in his voice as he stares at you. 

You shut your eyes and let out a breath, “Jaehyun—”

“Yn, you’re not listening to me. When they get their hands on you, they’ll kill you—”

“I’m not afraid of dying if that means these people can eat, Jaehyun!” You exclaim, now sitting up and looking back at the librarian before you. You falter slightly when you see how watery his eyes are as he stares at you, and you suck in a shaky breath when you realize how worried he is. 

Glancing down at your lap, you continue, “I can’t just keep living normally while knowing how unfair the system is. The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. Why should I live comfortably while there’s people who can’t even buy a grain of rice to eat?” 

Hyunjae can only stare at you as tears flood your eyes the more you explain. He knows that you’re right, that it’s not fair. He’s seen the children who beg on the streets, and he’s always given them extra food and change he may have, but that’s it. He’s always admired Midnight, having never heard of a bandit who only steals from the rich and doesn’t even keep the wealth. 

But he can’t imagine losing you. 

“I don’t want you to die, yn.” Hyunjae mutters, now feeling more lost than he did before. You let out a quiet laugh at his words, and he slowly looks up at you, watching as a tear falls past your eye and trails down your cheek. Giving him a small smile, you reach out and take hold of his hand, encasing it in your warm hands as you stare into his eyes. 

“I’m not afraid of death, but I promise that I won’t die.” You say, feeling the weight of your promise in your chest. Hyunjae doesn’t respond, instead lifting up his hand and tenderly wiping away the tear that’s escaped your eye. 

The corner of his lips quirks upwards when you lean into his touch, and he whispers, 

“That’s a promise you can never break, yn.”

Hyunjae walks to the library, the setting sun painting the sky in different shades of orange and pink. You had left early in the morning to give the village the money you had taken, telling him you’ll be back in the evening. 

“I won’t be back until tonight. Will you be here?” You ask as you throw your bag over your shoulder, stumbling back a bit due to your injured leg. Hyunjae’s eyebrows furrow a bit in concern, knowing that you shouldn’t even be walking yet because of your stitches.

“Are you sure you need to do this today? Your stitches—”

“I’ll be fine, I swear.” You cut off, and he just presses his lips together into a thin line. Giving him a small smile, you reach out and nudge his shoulder, “I’ll come visit you tonight so that you know I’m okay, just tell me whether you’ll be here or at the library.” 

Hyunjae just sighs, and points in the direction of the library, “I’m closing tonight.” 

“Then I’ll meet you there.” You say, and he musters a smile even through the deep pit in his stomach. 

“I’ll see you tonight, yn.”

He reaches for the keys in his pocket when he turns the corner, only to pause when he sees a couple of soldiers waiting by the entrance of the library. His breath hitches and he immediately hides behind the wall, sneaking a glance over to see what they’re doing.

“Are you sure the Lee family is involved? They just own the library here.” 

“There was a trail of blood that led to Lee Jaehyun’s apartment last night, and Commander Park managed to shoot Midnight in the leg before they got away.” 

A hand suddenly clamps onto his shoulder in the middle of him listening in, and he turns his head to find a soldier standing behind him, staring at him with a small smirk to his lips. 

“Come with me, Lee Jaehyun.”

Hyunjae sits on the floor of the library, surrounded by three soldiers who have been ordered to watch him after the two hour long interrogation. There’s dried blood on the corner of his lips, and his stomach is bruised from the multiple times the soldiers began to beat him for not answering their questions.

He rests his head back against the bookshelves and looks out the window, seeing that the moon has already risen into the sky. He quietly prays to himself that you won’t come, that you were held back by the villagers to stay for one night. 

“Let them live a long life.” Hyunjae whispers under his breath. His eyes slowly begin to shut as the exhaustion begins to take over, but he’s suddenly whacked in the head with so much force, all he can focus on is the pain in his head as he lays on the floor.

“Don’t fall asleep, Lee. You don’t deserve that luxury when you aided the country’s most wanted criminal.” The soldier hisses, and Hyunjae just sucks in a shaky breath as he blinks his eyes.

“You…” He begins to croak out, catching the soldiers by surprise. He slowly turns to look at them, and he feels warmth begin to dribble down his head as he shoots them a glare. “You’re slaves to the government. Living a life so blindly that you’re willing to close your eyes and arrest whoever they tell you to without a second thought.” 

“Midnight is a thief.”

“Midnight is a thief that gives back to the poor.” Hyunjae snaps, trying to blink away the blurriness to his eyesight so he can continue to glare at them. The soldier who whacked him earlier clenches the gun in his hand, before taking a step forward, “You’ve made a big mistake opening that mouth of yours—”

Hyunjae flinches back when they raise the butt of the gun in the air, knowing he’s about to black out on impact. 

But it never comes.

He slowly opens his eyes and looks up, just to see a figure dressed in black holding the soldier’s wrist in mid-air, having stopped him from punching Hyunjae in the face. The soldiers’ eyes widen, “Midnight.”

You smile behind the silk mask, “Yes, that’s me.” 

Hyunjae watches as you suddenly deliver a hard kick to the soldier’s stomach, sending them flying backwards into the bookshelf. You unarm the two other soldiers with ease, removing all the bullets from their guns and promptly fighting them like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

How are they able to beat three soldiers up when they just got shot in the leg last night? He wonders to himself.

Hyunjae rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling, blinking tiredly as he listens to the shouts of pain occurring around him. Nausea and exhaustion flood him, and he feels more confused due to the hard blow that was dealt to his head. 

“Jaehyun!” 

He blinks at the voice, and squints when a figure appears over his face. He stares at them, unsure of who they are as the light shines behind their face. 

“Lee Jaehyun! Get up!” Hyunjae’s eyes widen when your pretty eyes become visible, watching as you shout at him.  He blinks at you, “Yn.” 

Your eyes are watery as you look at his dazed expression and the blood dripping down from his head, and you bite your bottom lip at the fact that this is your fault.

“Jaehyun, you have to work with me here. I have to lift you up and get you out of here before they wake up, okay?” You explain, and he slowly nods his head. You reach behind and support his neck with your hand, carefully lifting him up from the floor and bringing him towards the exit of the library. 

“You shouldn’t have come…” Hyunjae mutters as the two of you leave the library. You shake your head, bringing him into the alley to hide from the light posts as you think of different places you both could run to.

“You dummy, why wouldn’t I have come?” You ask, tears falling past your eyes as the two of you walk. Hyunjae just lets out a tired chuckle, and you give him a look of disbelief, “How are you laughing in a situation like this?!” 

“I had it under control.” Hyunjae breathes out as the two of you walk towards the tunnel, and you can’t help but snort at his words. He grins at your reaction while trying his best to not lay all of his weight on you, and you shake your head. 

“Jaehyun, I’m so sorry.” You tell him, and he waves his hand at you. “There’s nothing to apologize for.” 

“This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have ever told you I was Midnight—”

“Yn, let’s talk about this when I’m not bloody and being half dragged by you because I’m pretty sure I have a concussion.” Hyunjae mutters, and you bite your bottom lip, but relent and nod your head. The two of you enter the tunnel, and he grimaces in pain when his head pounds. He glances down towards the ground, only to squint when he sees the blood coming through your black pants. 

“Yn, your stitches—”

“It’s fine. You’re more injured than I am.” You say through your gritted teeth, ignoring the pain in your leg as you adjust your grip around Hyunjae. “But yn—”

“Well, well, well. Who knew Midnight’s lover was the town’s librarian?” Your blood runs cold at the all too familiar voice heard from behind you, and Hyunjae glances at you with fear in his eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you mutter, “Jaehyun, start slowly inching towards the exit of the tunnel. I got this.” 

His eyes widen with panic, “Yn—”

You quickly shush him, before letting go of him and turning around to face the soldier, seeing the gun held up towards you and Hyunjae. You step in front of the pretty librarian, before letting out a smile, “Commander Park! So lovely to see you again.” 

His lips quirk upwards into a smirk, “How’s your leg holding up?” 

You shrug your shoulders, ignoring the throbbing pain in your thigh as you try to appear nonchalant. “Just fine. Not like it was the first time I got shot.” 

Silence falls over the tunnel, and you feel your heart race as you try to think of a way to get Hyunjae out of this. There’s only three of you, and it would be two against one. Except for the fact that Hyunjae most likely has a concussion and can barely walk, while you have ripped open stitches from the bullet hole in your thigh. 

“You ready to die, Midnight?” Commander Park asks you, and you give him a grin. 

“I don’t know. Are you ready to get beat by the bandit you haven’t been able to capture for the last two years?”

You watch as the soldier’s eyes turn into slits at your words, and he puts his gun back into its holster on his hip. He tilts his head at you, before suddenly rushing forward with newfound rage. 

Hyunjae can only watch in horror as the two of you begin to fight, with the soldier pulling out every punch and kick, and you dodging each and every one of them with ease. You pull your hand back and uppercut Commander Park, grinning when he lets out a howl of pain as he clutches his nose. Your satisfaction is short-lived, however, when the soldier takes the opportunity to kick you in the stomach, sending you flying backwards and landing on your back. 

The wind is knocked out of your lungs on impact, and you desperately try to suck in a breath as you stare up at the dark tunnel. You’re finally able to breathe in when an excruciating pain takes over the slight relief you felt, and you let out an ear piercing scream. Glancing down, you see Commander Park slamming the heel of his boot into your gunshot wound, and you grit your teeth to try and hold back your cries of pain.

“You’re going to jail, where you’ll be tried and hung for your crimes.” He tells you with a shit-eating grin, and you let out a scream when he digs his heel in deeper. He bends down and rips the silk mask from your face, revealing your true identity. He lets out a scoff at the sight, throwing the mask to the ground as he eventually gets off of you, stomping on your mask as he walks away. Tears fall past your eyes as you try to hold your leg, and you shut your eyes tightly at how much it hurts.

“Jaehyun will accompany you. And since he aided in your hiding, he will be tried and hanged as well.” Commander Park explains after sparing a glance at Hyunjae, and he squints when he notices the librarian has drawn closer to the two of you. Your eyes snap open at his words, and with as much strength as you can muster, you sit up and crawl closer to the soldier. Biting your bottom lip, you fight the pain as you stand up from the ground, and look into Commander Park’s eyes.

“P-Please. Not him, I forced him. I threatened him to hide me in his apartment, it was all me.” You beg, and he raises an eyebrow at the sudden shift in your demeanor. You look up to see him staring at you with curiosity and satisfaction in his gaze, and you gulp as you clutch your thigh in pain.

“Please. You can take me, but not him. He has nothing to do with this.” You beg the soldier, falling to your knees without a second thought as you plead. Commander Park stares down at you, and you watch as the corner of his lips quirks upwards in amusement. 

“Oh, Midnight.” He says in a sweet tone, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, only for your blood to run cold when you see his hand wrap around the gun in his pocket. 

“How bold of you to think that I would have mercy on a thief.” 

Time seems to come to a slow when Commander Park takes the gun out of his pocket, and aims behind your head. You can’t seem to move any faster to grab the gun from him, let alone stand up so that it’s pointed at you instead. 

The sound of the gunshot rings in your ears when you’re finally able to take the gun from his grasp and point it towards the soldier, shooting him without a second thought as the ringing in your ears grows louder. 

You breathe heavily as you stay in that position, gun still pointed towards the dying Commander as you stare at him with wide eyes. Your heart hammers against your chest as the weight of your actions slowly begins to settle.

“Yn…” You suck in a breath and turn around, only for your heart to drop when you see Hyunjae laying on the ground, hand over his stomach as the blood begins to pour out. The gun falls from your hands and onto the pavement, and you quickly crawl over to Hyunjae, ignoring the excruciating pain in your leg as you grasp at his arms.

“L-Let me see.” You stutter, and he shakes his head at you. Your hands begin to shake when you see the blood trickling through his shirt, “Jaehyun, let me see.” 

He blinks tiredly at you, before removing his hands from his stomach. You let out a quiet gasp when you unbutton his shirt, seeing so much blood that you can’t even tell whether or not the bullet went through cleanly.

“I-I’ll lift you up and take you to the hospital, all you have to do is keep pressing on it, okay? I can carry you.” You explain as you grab his hands and press them into the bullet wound. Hyunjae just stares at you as you panic, watching as more tears form in your eyes as you tell him your plan.

“A-And when you start to get better, we’ll leave. We can escape to a new town so that no one will know who we are. I-I’ll stop being Midnight and we can find work to help pay for our food and housing, I promise.” You sob, and Hyunjae can only look at you with tears flooding his eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you reach out so that your hands are under his arms, “I’ll help you up now, okay? You can lay all your weight on me, it’s fine.” 

“Yn.” 

“No, really. I’m strong, and you know it too. This will be a piece of cake!”

“Yn.”

“Jaehyun, didn’t you see me beat all of those soldiers? I can carry you—”

“Yn!” Hyunjae shouts, promptly putting a stop to the hope you were clinging onto so desperately. Your bottom lip quivers as you look at the beautiful man before you, and you shake your head at him. “Jaehyun, it was all my fault. This is all my fault. I should’ve never gone to your apartment—no. I should’ve never bumped into you in the middle of the street—” 

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in this lifetime.” Hyunjae murmurs tiredly, the smallest smile on his face as he looks at you. Your heart stutters in your chest at his words, and you feel panic seize your heart when you realize how pale he’s become. Shaking your head, you frantically try to wrap your arms around him to help him get up, only to let out a cry when your injured leg buckles and you fall to the ground. 

“Lee Jaehyun, get up!” You scream, but he just continues to stare at you with nothing but love in his eyes. You let out a sob as you try to help him get up again, just to fall to your knees a second time. He shakes his head, and reaches out and tiredly cups your face with his hand. 

He gives you a smile, “I have something I’ve been meaning to tell you, yn.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, wondering how he can still manage to smile at you like this. Blinking away the tears that are blurring your vision, you say, “What is it?” 

Hyunjae strokes your cheek with his thumb, and he feels warmth flood his heart when you lean into his touch. He watches as a tear falls past your eye, and he quietly confesses, 

“I love you.” 

And you let out a cry, one that’s filled with so much regret as you look down at his bloodied stomach. You reach up with a shaky hand and rest it over his, glancing back up into his eyes as you tell him, 

“I love you too, Lee Jaehyun.” 

The smile that takes over Hyunjae’s features is so heartbreakingly beautiful after the three words leave your mouth. He quietly wonders what would have happened if he had been honest about his feelings from the start, would the two of you just be talking about sweet nothings in the library like usual? Would you be safe? Happy?

He strokes your cheek one last time as all the memories he’s made over his lifetime begin to flash past his eyes, but he tries to focus on you kneeling right before him. You’re crying. You’re crying so hard that you’re gasping for breath as you speak to him, but he can’t seem to hear a word that you’re saying no matter how hard he tries to listen.

The memories slowly begin to morph into all the memories he made with you, and he smiles to himself at the visual of your laugh, your sleeping face on the table at the library, and your beautiful smile. He lets out a breath when one memory flashes past his eyes,

“I’m not afraid of death, but I promise that I won’t die.” You say, feeling the weight of your promise in your chest. Hyunjae doesn’t respond, instead lifting up his hand and tenderly wiping away the tear that’s escaped your eye. 

The corner of his lips quirks upwards when you lean into his touch, and he whispers, 

“That’s a promise you can never break, yn.”

Hyunjae smiles at the memory, and with his last breath, he mutters, “You didn’t break your promise.” 

Hyunjae gasps awake, sweat dripping from his body as tears fall past his eyes at a frantic rate. He looks at his surroundings, seeing the posters and photos adorning the walls of his apartment’s room, no longer the dark and cold tunnel he was just in. He slowly sits up from the bed and glances at the time, seeing that it’s 11:35 in the morning. 

He fell asleep at midnight yesterday. 

This is the first full night of sleep he’s gotten in months. 

He raises his hands up and grasps at his hair, tears continuing to fall as the sobs begin to wrack his body. His shoulders shake with each sob he lets out, eventually raising his hands up to cover his face as a means to muffle the sound of his cries. 

He just saw his whole past life flash before his eyes, and he wonders how this could’ve possibly happened. He was never one to believe in things like reincarnation, let alone fate. 

But how come he met you again?

He sucks in a breath, looking out the window as the sunlight peeks in through the blinds. The sound of his quiet sobs fill the room, and he blinks when he hears the sound of his phone go off. 

Turning his head, he reaches out and picks up his phone from the table. Unlocking his phone, his heart jumps in his chest when he sees the preview of the text, and he quickly taps on the message.

yn: hyunjae, it’s yn. i got your number from kevin

i hope you’re doing okay. i’m sorry if i did anything wrong.

i hope that you’re getting plenty of rest in your comfy bed! it’s a lot better than the hard study table at the library.

i…

nevermind hehe

just… sleep well, okay?

i’ll be at the library from 2-10 today if you do plan to stop by ^^

Slamming his phone down on the bed, he practically jumps off of it and sprints to the bathroom to start getting ready. 

Fate, soulmates, whatever it may be—Hyunjae’s only sure of one thing. 

He’s not going to lose you again.

You push the cart through the aisles with a heavy heart, having felt awful since Hyunjae left the library two days ago. You’re still unsure as to what made him react like he saw a ghost when he saw you, let alone what made him run away from you.

You just hope he’s doing okay.

Letting out a sigh, you push the cart towards the study tables, and you feel a twinge of pain when you don’t see him at a table. Biting your bottom lip, you shake your head and move to the next aisle, taking out a book from the cart and placing it onto the shelf.

It’s when you’re about to grab another book that a hand suddenly wraps around your wrist, and your eyes widen in shock when you’re spun around. You open your mouth to protest when you’re pulled into the stranger’s embrace, but stop when he breathes out your name. 

You lean back, just to find Hyunjae staring at you with pure relief in his eyes as he holds you in his arms. Heat rises up your neck as you look at him, and without another word, you take a step forward and reciprocate his embrace. He holds you tightly within his arms, his breathing turning a bit shaky the longer he holds you. 

“Hyunjae, I won’t ask you what happened, but are you okay?” You ask, voice muffled by his shoulder. He simply nods his head, refusing to let you go for the fear that you’ll disappear. 

“Yn.” 

You turn your head slightly, “Yeah?” 

Hyunjae sucks in a breath, and without a second thought he says, “I love you.” 

You freeze in his embrace. Warmth floods your face as his words sink in, and you gently peel yourself away from him so that you can look into his eyes. Your arms remain wrapped around his waist as you search his eyes, trying to see if this is just a prank he’s pulling. 

You blink, “What?” 

Hyunjae just gives you a small smile, “I love you, yn.” 

He watches as the corners of your lips slowly begins to quirk upwards into a shy smile, and you glance down at your feet to try and hide the dumb look on your face. Hyunjae can only stare at you with a hopeful expression on his face, and you bite the inside of your cheek, before looking back up into his eyes.

You smile brightly, “I love you too, Hyunjae.” 

Tears flood the black haired beauty’s eyes at your confession, his heart beating loudly against his chest as he feels nothing but happiness and pure relief in this moment. Your eyebrows furrow in concern when a tear escapes past his left eye, and you reach out and cup his cheek with your hand, stroking away the tear with your thumb. 

“Why are you crying? Are you that happy to be dating the university’s librarian?” You coo with a teasing smile, and Hyunjae can only chuckle softly. He nods his head, leaning into your touch as he tells you honestly, “I’m just so happy to have met you.”

You feel warmth flood your chest at his sweet words, and you let out a breath. Looking away, you glance over to the study tables to see a vacant seat. Biting back a grin, you turn back towards Hyunjae and point over to it. 

“You wanna take a nap until my shift is over?” You ask, and he scoffs, eliciting a quiet laugh from you as he rolls his eyes. 

“What if I told you that I got someone to cover your shift for today?” Hyunjae asks, tightening his hold around you with a cheeky grin. You raise an eyebrow, “Why would you do that?” 

“So I can take my beautiful partner out on our first date.” He answers with ease, and he bites back a laugh at how big your eyes become at the newfound label. Blinking your eyes, you cough into your shoulder and promptly begin to look at everything but your boyfriend as you ask, “And who would be covering my shift?”

“I would!” 

You jump at the sudden intrusion, turning your head to find Kevin standing by the cart, a bright smile on his face as he looks between you and Hyunjae. You let out a quiet gasp when you realize that you and Hyunjae are still hugging, and you quickly let go of him and take a step back. His arms fall to his sides, and he laughs with the blonde at how shy you are.

“You called him here?” You ask as you point at your friend, and Hyunjae nods his head. 

You turn to Kevin, “And you would just gladly take my shift?” 

“Anything for the power of love, yn.” 

You blink at him, unable to find words when a warm hand gently wraps around yours. You glance back to see Hyunjae smiling at you, and he gestures towards the exit with his head. 

“Let’s go, yn.” 

Biting your bottom lip, a smile takes over your features as you nod your head. Without another word, Hyunjae sends a wave towards Kevin, before pulling you forward and running out of the library. 

You let out a laugh once the two of you break through the doors, and with newfound courage, you pull Hyunjae forward and run towards the parking lot. 

You feel him remove his hand from your grasp, and before you can look down, he’s quickly intertwined his fingers with yours. You squeal as he pulls you forward, and he glances back at you for a brief moment. 

Your eyes sparkle brightly as you look at him, and your skin is glowing underneath the warm Spring sun. You let out a laugh, one that’s so full of happiness and life that it brings an ache to his heart when he turns back. 

He smiles, “Yn!” 

“What!?” 

“You ready to ride the motorcycle again?” Hyunjae asks with a grin, and he glances back to see your features have dimmed slightly at the mention of the vehicle. He lets out a loud laugh, one that makes your eyes brighten again as he pulls you forward. 

“Where would we go?!” You ask, and his eyes get a distant look to them as he’s reminded of a brief memory. 

“No matter where you are, or where you go, I’ll be by your side to protect you.” 

Hyunjae can only giggle, feeling nothing but content as you both lay underneath the warm sun. He tilts his head up and looks at you, seeing you squinting at him for his reaction while patting his head. 

“What are you going on about?” Hyunjae teases, and you scoff. You retract your hand from his hair as a sign of protest, but he quickly reaches up and takes hold of it, causing you to halt your movements. 

“Even though I don’t know what could be so dangerous, why don’t we protect each other?” He suggests in a soft voice, making you glance down at the pretty librarian again. He watches as you blink at him, not knowing that you’re struggling to respond due to the fact that you’re so focused on his hand holding yours. 

“What?” You manage to choke out, and he grins at you. He lowers your hand back down to his head, before letting his arms fall back to his sides. “I’ll protect you, and you’ll protect me.” 

You roll your eyes, “How can a librarian protect me?” 

“You know, I’m stronger than you think I am.” Hyunjae tells you, and you smile softly as you look away. You gently begin to pat his head again, looking around at the long grass as you allow this rare moment of pure peace to become ingrained in your memory. 

“What if I was arrested,” You begin, and the pretty man looks up at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Why would you be arrested? All you do is sleep at my library.” Hyunjae jokes, and you remove your hand from his hair to swiftly flick his forehead, eliciting a squeak of pain from the latter. Letting out a shaky breath, you continue, “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, what if I was arrested? Would you bail me out?” 

Hyunjae nods his head almost immediately, “Of course.” 

You blink, “Really?”

He nods like it’s the easiest answer in the world, “For you? I would do anything, yn.” 

Hyunjae lets out a breath once the two of you make it to his motorcycle, the memory still fresh in his brain as he reaches out and picks up his helmet. 

“You still haven’t answered my question of where we’re going.” You pout, and the pretty boy just lets out a small smile as he gently places his helmet over your head. Buckling the straps together underneath your chin, he looks into your eyes as he says, “If you keep pouting so cutely like that I might have to kiss you.”

Your eyes widen at how bold he is, and you quickly lift a hand to cover your mouth while the other hand reaches out and slaps his shoulder. He lets out a laugh at your reaction, waving at you to signal that he’s just teasing as he throws a leg over the motorcycle. 

He turns to you once he’s settled and extends his hand, to which you shyly take it. He helps you onto the bike, and you wrap your arms around his waist as you rest your chin on his shoulder. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”

Hyunjae chuckles and nods his head as he revs the engine of the motorcycle. He looks up towards the sky, and he can’t help but feel warmth flood his chest at the fact the two of you were given a second chance. 

He smiles softly at the memory of the grass field as he quietly answers,

“To a place I used to know.”

#lee jaehyun x reader #lee hyunjae x reader #hyunjae x reader #ficscafe #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic #the boyz fic #the boyz fluff #the boyz angst #the boyz oneshot #lee jaehyun #lee hyunjae #hyunjae scenarios #lee hyunjae fluff #hyunjae fluff #lee hyunjae angst #hyunjae angst #lee hyunjae oneshots #lee hyunjae scenarios

[stupidkyupid]

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍’ 𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’ - 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 ！

－ 𝖲𝖨𝖬𝖮𝖭 𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖡𝖴𝖣𝖣𝖸 ．．．

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : treblemaker!hyunjae x newbella!fem!oc

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : pitch perfect au, smau, romance, humour, drama, fluff, angst, college au

𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 | 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 | 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ! (𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇!)

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @simpinghrs @zwiehe

comments and reposts are appreciated + my asks are always open!!

𝐚 / 𝐧 : once again i cant make anything look sincere but i swear this is their final mini breakup

#hyunjae x reader #hyunjae #hyunjae x oc #hyunjae fluff #hyunjae angst #lee jaehyun #lee jaehyun x reader #chanhee x reader #eric x reader #jacob x reader #ju haknyeon x reader #juyeon x reader #kevin x reader #q x reader #sangyeon x reader #sunwoo x reader #younghoon x reader #the boyz smau #the boyz angst #the boyz headcanons #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz fanfic #the boyz au #the boyz imagines #the boyz reactions #the boyz #kpop smau #smau #kpop au

[vex91]

The Boyz Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Lee Sangyeon:

Nothing yet...

Jacob Bae:

Nothing yet...

Kim Younghoon:

Nothing yet...

Lee Jaehyun:

Nothing yet...

Lee Juyeon:

Nothing yet...

Kevin Moon:

Nothing yet...

Choi Chanhee:

Nothing yet...

Ji Changmin:

Nothing yet...

Ju Haknyeon:

Nothing yet...

Kim Sunwoo:

Nothing yet...

Sohn Youngjae:

Nothing yet...

OT11:

Nothing yet...

#the boyz x reader #lee sangyeon x reader #jacob bae x reader #kim younghoon x reader #lee jaehyun x reader #lee juyeon x reader #kevin moon x reader #choi chanhee x reader #ji changmin x reader #ju haknyeon x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #sohn youngjae x reader #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee jaehyun #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #kim sunwoo #sohn youngjae

[2cupids]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏$$𝐘 | 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬

warnings — fem reader, overstimulation, oral (f. receiving), f.ingering, pet names (doll, baby)

no sooner than your vision returns to normal, does your boyfriend’s latch his mouth onto your overly sensitive core again.

you’ve lost count of how count of how many times you’ve cum tonight. hell, you can barely even remember your last name. that’s how foggy your brain is.

you run your fingers through his hair and weakly tug at the strands but just enough to get his attention as you whine. “p-please too much, i-it’s too m-much.”

he moans against your cunt from the sting of his hair being pulled but he remains unfazed by your pleads, continuing to flick his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking it into his mouth as he drives two fingers into your hole. he does, however, let his free hand roam around the sheets until he finds your hand, intertwining your fingers together. your heart flutters at the simple yet intimate gesture.

he remains situated between your legs, one minute he’s lapping at your arousal then the next minute he’s suddenly pulling away and sitting back on his knees to look at you.

“let me honest with you, doll. i’m nowhere near finished with you. you let me have one taste of that sweet pussy and i can’t help myself, you know how i get,” he says before bending down to whisper the next part in your ear. “just let me stay down here a little longer— play with her a little more. then i’ll put this dick inside that pretty little pussy of yours if you’ll let me and fuck you to sleep while i fill you up.”

you clench around nothing except air at the lewdness of his words and all you can do in response is dumbly nod at him, too weak and tired to speak.

he brings your hand up to his lips, your fingers still interlocked and kisses the back of your hand. “thank you for being so good for me baby. we’ll do whatever you want tomorrow, how does that sound?”

you nod again and he returns to his previous position, placing a kiss on the hood of your swollen clit. “you think if i add three fingers i can get you to squirt?”

shownu, kihyun, taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, kun, changkyun, doyoung, jaehyun, hongjoong, seonghwa, yunho, san, mark, xiaojun, mingi, hendery, haechan, jaemin

note: now y’all i don’t write for mx but i.m, shownu, and kihyun (jooheon too lowkey) give me the vibe that they would do this

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #ateez smut #monsta x smut #haechan smut #mark lee smut #jaemin smut #mingi smut #yunho smut #choi san smut #changkyun smut #johnny smut #jaehyun smut #kpop x black reader #kpop x poc reader #ateez x reader #nct x reader #kpop smut #nct x black reader #kihyun smut #yuta smut #hongjoong smut #ateez x black reader

[gyusrose]

➵ their reaction when you call them another member’s name prank -> enha

⚠︎ angst? lil bit of fluff ? just the boys getting angry real quick, mild cursing

someone requested this but i accidentally deleted the request i’m so sorry 😭‼️‼️

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heeseung -> you know you shouldn’t pull such prank on hee, knowing how jealous he gets you were pretty much starting something you won’t be able to finish. you were feeling silly that day and decided to do it , why the hell not?

heeseung was sitting next to you on the bed you guys shared. he’s just gotten back from practice so he was very touchy and clingy. kissing all over your face and neck repeatedly , completely missing the camera facing the both of you. this was the perfect time. you giggled as he kissed you trying to push him away slightly.

“sunghoon stop-“ you said in between laughs.

the moment that name fell out of your mouth, he stopped. his whole demeanor changed in a matter of seconds.

“what did you just call me?” his voice was deep and serious.

“heeseung? that’s your name isn’t it?”

“no no no you said sunghoon, i heard it clearly, the fuck’s going on with you and him hm?” you looked at him like you were confused on what he was talking about.

“ what? nothing! i said heeseung you’re just paranoid.” he scoffed, now getting out of bed and made his way out of the room.

you giggled as you grabbed the phone recording and ran up behind him.

“babe !! it was just a prank, don’t leave!” he looked at the camera and rolled his eyes, facing anything but you.

“aw come on hee, it was funny !! you should’ve seen your face”

“don’t you scare me like that.”

sunghoon -> you and sunghoon were driving around the city. it was such a nice peaceful night. the two of you were just talking about your days when you thought of a not so great idea.

when sunghoon wasn’t looking you pulled up the camera app on your phone, knowing you’re gonna want this reaction saved. propping your phone were the two of you were on frame but also not making it obvious.

sunghoon was talking about something when you butted in.

“yeah that’s i’m saying jake- hoonie…sunghoon.” sunghoon stayed silent, side eyeing you slightly while still watching the road. you also stayed silent after your ‘mistake’ , waiting for his response.

the sudden break of the car startled you.

“say his name one more damn time..” sunghoon sternly said, now facing you.

“it was a mistake, you know i meant sunghoon!”

“you both are not even that close, we’ll not that i know of, why did his name come out of your mouth before mines? your own boyfriend?” his eyes never left yours, low key making you scared, you could feel his anger.

“you’re overreacting, just keep driving.”

“if you like the fucker so much then go be with him since-“ he stopped his tracks as he saw the small camera from your phone pointing straight at him.

it all immediately clicked in his head rubbing his temples and shaking his head in annoyance. you in the other hand couldn’t contain your laughter.

“smile you’re on camera” you said giving him a peck on his cheek.



“you had me thinking jake was better than me or something.”

jongseong-> going into the kitchen, smelling the enchanting smell of breakfast was the best feeling of the world, even more so, seeing the sight of your gorgeous boyfriend making it.

“ my princess is awake! sit down it’s almost ready.”

you sat down on the stole in from of him, watching him make the omelette on the skillet.

although you just woke up, you couldn’t help but think about this one prank you’ve been wanting to do on him for a while now. what a perfect way to start the morning right?

you started secretly recording as you continued the conversation with him like normal.

“ you look so fine right now heeseung, you’re perfect.”

jay’s hands dropped the fork he was using and slowly looked up at you.

while you looked at him with wide eyes ‘confused’ .

“ i’m sorry?” he was very offended, how could you even compare him to heeseung? what does heeseung have on you that would make you say his name all of a sudden?

“what ? you don’t like me calling you perfect?”

“you know what you said, y’all got something going on or?” he was not standing with his arms crossed, the most serious expression i’ve ever seen on his face.

“oh my god no jay! what makes you think that! i don’t even know what i did!”

“my name doesn’t even sound close to heeseung’s! you know what, i’m calling him right now an-“

“no no no babe stop stop it’s a prank look!” you showed him your phone recording.

his head leaned back letting out the biggest sigh.

“ it’s too damn early for this, don’t do that to me ever again.”

jaeyun -> “ babe let me teach you this new dance pleasee..” you said panning up the camera ask as you started recording.

jake sat up from his seat making his way to where you were standing. he was more than pleased, he loves this stuff.

“alright so you do this, then lift your arms up and then..” you kept explaining to him the made up dance you’re making him do, him following your every move. jake’s never seen this dance before, nevertheless he continues to copy you.

“but do this part really fast.” jake nodded at you doing the part you told him to do. now’s the time.

you shook your head, “ no jungwon, not that fast, like this!”

jake stood still, looking at you intently. “what? you did the move too fast now we gotta restart.”

“stop playing with me, the fuck did you just call me? jungwon?”

“ugh jake you’re probably mishearing, i said your name.”

“not at all i heard it very clear, what up with that?” he was annoyed and mad. what does jungwon have to do with any of this?

“jake calm down, i just mistook you guys, there’s a lot of you so-“

“but i’m your boyfriend! or is he? i don’t know what to believe anymore!”

you should’ve been laughing but you weren’t, you felt bad. you pulled jake into a tight hug catching off guard.

“it’s a joke, look. you know i love you and only you jakey.”

jake didn’t respond and kissed your lips passionately, you could feel the anger dissolving as the both of your lips connected.

sunwoo -> the two of you were occupied building a lego set. you loved spending time with sunoo like this, you were both pretty good at it.

y’all were conversing as you build your tower. sunoo was never in a bad mood with you, his smile is always present with your presence, so arguments almost never happen.

you shouldn’t have wanted to do this but you wanted to see how he would get, how would jealousy look on him. obviously not too harsh as well.

“ jay- i mean sunoo could you pass me the red piece over there.” you said signalling.

sunoo just stared at you in confusion, did he hear that correctly ?

“ say what?”

“could you pass me the piece?”

“no before that..”

“sunoo could you pass me the piece?”

“no, you said jay could you pass me the piece, then sunoo. why jay huh? “ his voice got louder making you startle.

“erm-no i just- i meant you. not him.”

he rans a hand through his hair sighing in annoyance. jay? really?

you couldn’t hold it in anymore and pinched his cheek. his eyebrows furrowed at your actions. how dare you do that after you pretty much cheated on him.

“it’s a prank baby, the camera’s right there! don’t be mad at me…” sunoo just sulked and pouted on his seat. no matter what, he always managed to look adorable.

“that wasn’t funny.”

jungwon -> the two of you were cuddling in bed watching television. every friday night would be spent like this and you weren’t complaining. having barely anytime for the two of you, times like these were immensely enjoyed by the two of you.

you didn’t want to ruin it but curiosity got the best of you. as jungwon’s eyes were on the television, you placed your phone on the nightstand to get at least the view of jungwon.

“ri-ki could you turn up the volume? “

his hands that were once tangled around your waist, disappeared hearing what you just said.

“ excuse you? i’m not ri-ki, since when are the two of you close like that? “ he sat up on the bed looking straight at you anticipating for your response.

“i meant to say jungwon, you. i got nothing with ri-ki.”

jungwon scoffed, “his legal name even, you’re not fooling me, what’s he to you?” your eyes widened at his demeanour. he was very angry. it was a rare sight to see.

“calm down, i just made a mistake. that’s it end of story.”

“you know what maybe you should be with him instead of me since apparently he’s more important than you own boyfriend.” he said getting up from the bed ready to leave.

“wonie! i’m just kidding, it’s all a joke.” you said showing the phone recording.

“oh my god you’re evil !! why would you do that? also why didn’t i notice the obvious phone looking straight at me?” he rolled his eyes walking back to the bed.

riki -> “don’t cry if you lose again.” niki said as he grabbed the controller and pressed the rematch button.

you rolled your eyes at his words. you were not bad but not good at the same time. he should be making you feel better instead of just laughing at you every time he kills you. as the two of you fought the last round, showing the K.O on the screen you sighed in frustration.

“babe just admit it, i’m just too good.” he chuckled, you weren’t going to take it. you smirked at the idea that just popped in your head, grabbing your phone and discreetly started recording.

“one more time.” you said, niki shook his head at your stubbornness but agreed on it anyways.

as you were fighting, y’all were just yelling stuff at each other trying to make the other lose.

“sunoo, can’t get up?” you said loud enough for him to hear you over the game.

his thumbs left the game controller giving you more than enough time to beat him and win (for the first time)

as you cheered, you looked over at niki and saw an emotionless face on his end.

“aww someone’s mad they lost!”

“it’s not about that, at all.” he glared at you.

“oh really?”

“sunoo? are you for real?”

“what are you talking about?”

“you called me sunoo, don’t play dumb. do i look like sunoo to you?”

“no ni-ki, you must be mistaken, i said ni-ki.” you said emphasizing his name.

he rubbed his forehead in frustration, he’s getting gaslighted right now.

“so you and sunoo hm? how’s it going for y’all?”

“ni-ki what? you know sunoo’s like a brother to me!”

“yea that’s what they all say..” he said under his breath.

“i’m not staying here, i need some space.” he said not before you grabbed his hand and engulfed him in a hug. ni-ki, though, pulled away.

“ask sunoo to give you a hug.”

“ni-ki!! it’s a joke! a prank you know? there’s my phone, right in your face!!”

ni-ki was still annoyed, he hated pranks on him.

“don’t prank me like that! it’s not that funny.” he said looking at you laugh in his face.

“so you can prank me all the time but i can’t?”

“exactly .”

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #lee heesung x reader #park sunghoon x reader #park jongseong x reader #jay park x reader #sim jaehyun x reader #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #nishimura riki x reader #nishimura niki x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen heeseung x reader #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen sunghoon x reader #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen sunoo x reader #enhypen jungwon x reader #enhypen niki x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #kpop angst #enhypen angst #enhypen reactions

[catboyieejeno]

texts ; lee donghyuck (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵)✧

pictures bf! hyuck sends you of himself

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ

masterlist

#nct imagines #nct x reader #nct fanfic #nct moodboard #nct smut #nct fluff #nct #nct doyoung #mark lee #nct 127 #haechan imagines #johnny imagines #jaehyun imagines #nct reactions #nct blurbs #yuta moodboard #yuta x reader #mark fluff #mark blurb #doyoung #lee donghyuck #hyuck scenarios #haechan #hyuck x reader #haechan drabbles #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream reactions #nct dream texts

[jistagrams]

random messages with donghyuck (haechan)

parings: haechan x reader

warnings: suggestive, both r a lil mean but ofc in a loving way

#kpop #kpop smut #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct 127 #nct dream smut #nct donghyuck #nct dream #donghyuck scenarios #lee donghyuck #nct dream haechan #nct haechan #haechan #nct jaehyun

[ericsprincess]

you’re like an oasis in front of my eyes PART 2

part 1

~~~

Finally, the day has ended. 

You sigh and sit down on the sand. The beach spot you picked is right on the last dry part, where the sea meets the beach and slow waves wash over the shore so you take off your shoes and socks and let your tired feet enjoy the coolness of the sea water. What a blissful feeling, to finally sit down after another day of hard work. The fish you caught in the morning are already cleaned and stored to be sold, your boat has been tidied up and docked, so when you finished all of your tasks, you headed off to your favorite spot at the small secluded lagoon. You definitely deserve a treat today.

The sun is already setting and after you spend some time just relaxing and enjoying the calmness of the sea, warmth of the sand and nice refreshing breeze, you grab the seashell pendant that you’ve been wearing for the past few months. You gently blow into it and it makes no sound, except for a low whisper and you lean back on your elbows and wait. 

In a minute, a head pops out far in the sea in front of you and you chuckle as you can see it looking around until it spots you, and disappears right away back under the water. 

There is a small ripple of water coming towards you and it ends in a few seconds when suddenly Hyunjae appears at the shore, trying to flop himself out of the water and next to you. It looks hilarious. 

“You really need to work on your seductive beaching technique,” you tease him, and he drops next to you, out of breath. He has some seaweed in his hair, so you lift your hand to take it off him. 

“Shut up Miss Just-Walk-Out, it’s really fucking hard, okay? It’s not like I’m supposed to do it and the rocks there are really sharp,” he groans. “I’m gonna ruin my scales if we don’t find a better spot without the rocks in the sand.” 

“Yeah, we can’t have that. I won’t be fucking you, if you’re not the prettiest fishy in the sea, right?” you mock him and poke his cheek. He feigns offense and reaches forward to splash some water back at you. 

“Speaking of,” he says. “Am I correct to assume you called me here for your weekly fish-fucking session?” he grins. And he is indeed correct. You had a long day and you thought you could unwind by spending some quality time with your favorite marine booty-call. 

This has become sort of a habit between you two. You summon him with the shell and he always arrives, exactly like he promised. Usually, you spend a few mutually very enjoyable hours with him, hidden in the lagoon, but it’s not a rule. Sometimes you’re too tired, so you just talk and enjoy each other's company. You talk about life on the ground, about your work, people you know and whatever you want to talk to, and he does the same. He seems very interested about how things work “up there” and also excited to share with you about his life under water. So now you also know random things like, not only mermaids but the sea witches also being real - and actually they are mostly friendly. (“Witches? Like, Ursula?” “Who? No, his name is Kevin.”). Sometimes, he brings you small gifts, usually random jewelry from various lost treasures or whatever tourists lost in the sea or some especially pretty shells. And you pay him back in little matchbox cars, since you’ve noticed he’s really fascinated by cars he sometimes sees on the beach or the road close to it (“They are like boats with legs!”). You always have a good time with Hyunjae. 

But today, you know you don’t want to just talk. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I called you,” you grin and he doesn’t waste time to turn to you and kiss you deeply. His hands roam around your body, unbuttoning your shirt while you reach under it and unclip your bra so you can shrug off both of them at once. Once he has free access to your tits, he immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and licking while his hand plays with your other breast. You can feel yourself already getting wet so you take off your pants and let him push his hands inside your panties. He already knows your body too well and he knows you like being played with and fingered before you fuck. He rubs your clit gently, circles his fingers around it and you can’t help but whine a little. You already want his fingers inside, but he also knows that so he won’t give it to you this easily, just to annoy you. He keeps just gently touching, sometimes moving to touch around your opening but never pushing in and while it feels good and you know you eventually could come from this, it’s not what you want right now. But Hyunjae likes being annoying so he keeps doing it until you lose patience and pull on his hair roughly, making him unlatch from your nipple. 

“Come one, don’t be an asshole,” you whine. 

“Me? Never,” he laughs, but does indeed push his long and slender fingers inside. You love it so much, the combination of your tits being sucked and his fingers fucking you deep is something you will never get bored of. 

You touch him too, you’re grabbing his biceps and his back to feel his muscle, but eventually you have to pull him off you again, just so you can slide lower next to him on the sand. You kiss him once for good measure while you run your hands lower, down his body, where the scaled part begins. You smooth your hands down the scales gently, until you find the spot, where his crotch would be if he had legs like a human. It’s already a bit moist and you feel around it until you can sense the scales part and his cock unsheathes. 

This was so weird for you the first time he let it out, after spending an awkward couple of minutes to convince the ever-so-skeptical you that yes, he definitely has a cock. He does, and it was a really strange experience to see a vaguely human-looking cock appear from inside of a sheath under the scales. The color is different though, it has a teal tint, like his scales rather than the color of his skin and the tip of it is more ridged and pointy. It also self-lubricates and you’re really trying not to think about how it visually resembles a tentacle, because it still weirds you out a little. It does feel like a human cock though, and the size and thickness of it fills you up nicely, which usually makes you forget about any lingering weirdness. 

It even tastes good, you recall a particular memory in your mind and you know your ears just got red.

You run your hand over it and it gets even wetter - clearly, Hyunjae is also ready and impatient and he thrusts into your hand. You push him on his back and climb over him. You’re so horny, you don’t want to waste time anymore and with Hyunjae being on the shore, the options for the positions are limited - unless you would go fuck in the water inside the lagoon, having Hyunjae hold you both in the water while fucking into you relentlessly, making water splash around. 

You sit on his cock, taking a moment to let your body adjust and then you just lean forwards and start riding him, with your hands on his chest, groping his tits. Hyunjae grabs you by your waist and does his best to thrust upwards, even though it’s difficult for him. His tail slaps on the ground sometimes, living its own life as usual. Your knees are digging into the wet sand as you’re moving with quickening tempo and you’re getting exhausted but you can’t stop - the ridges feel so good inside you and the slide is impossibly wet - you can’t even tell if this much wetness is coming more from you or him. The squelching sound it makes should be disgusting but you love it and you know Hyunjae loves it too. 

“I’m close,” you’re getting out of breath, but you’re not stopping, trying to reach your climax soon. 

“Me too,” he whispers, pulling you down so he can kiss you deeply and pinch your nipple with one hand. He already knows it gets you to come immediately when you’re already this close and that’s exactly what happens now too - you’re coming and Hyunjae has to hold you tightly as you’re moving, so that you don’t fall off. He thrusts up few times and you feel everything getting even wetter as he comes into you with a moan, cock grinding deeper into you.

You continue to kiss as you come down from your orgasms, until you can’t hold yourself above him anymore and exhaustedly flop down next to him. He turns to you and looks into your eyes with an uncharacteristically soft look and kisses you once sweetly. You smile and cuddle up to him. The sun has already set down and the sea glitters under the night sky. 

~~~

Nothing. You frown. 

You blow into the shell once again. And wait. 

Nothing. 

You’re doing your best to not start to panic. Hyunjae never doesn’t come. 

Your mind is already running like a hamster in a wheel. Is he not interested anymore? Did something happen to him? 

But it’s all in vain. He’s not coming and you have no means to find out why. 

You pick up your stuff from the sand and get up to leave the lagoon. 

It was great while it lasted, you sigh. 

~~~

Few days later and Hyunjae is still on your mind. 

It’s not like you know any more information, you just keep thinking about it constantly. And you’re sad about how it ended. 

So you decide to go drown your sorrows in the local bar. 

You’re going strong, full moping mode, sitting alone behind the bard, a third glass of whiskey on ise in front of you, when someone taps on your shoulder. 

“Miss, the fish you ordered is here.” 

You turn around, already annoyed and ready to yell at anyone who dares to even talk to you, much less to crack some dumb jokes. 

You stop in surprise. 

Hyunjae. In full human glory. Standing. 

“What the fuck are you?” you whisper. 

“I think I have a déja vu, you should really work on your greetings,” he grins, and you snap out of your astonishment. You shake your head. 

“Shut up, smartass. Mind explaining all that?” you wave your hand vaguely at his legs. “And start with the disappearance,” you frown at him. You’re really happy to see him, but you don’t dare yet to truly believe it.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you, but it took longer than I expected. The bureaucracy is insane lately.. You also wouldn’t believe how many papers and permits you need for this. It also took some time until I got my legs, so that was a whole thing..” he scratches his head. 

“Actually, how did you even get those? I didn’t know it could be possible?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Yeah so, like… I may have made a pact with Kevin..”

“The sea witch? Did you have to..trade anything?” you’re horrified. You know life is not like a Disney cartoon, but you still jump to this conclusion, however irrational it is. At least he has his voice still. You wonder what he might be missing now. 

“Yeah… I had to give up my matchbox collection. That jealous fucker had been eyeing them for so long, so you better get me some new ones. Oh. OH!” Hyunjae’s eyes suddenly glitter with excitement.  “Can I get a real one? Do you have any?” 

Oh no. 

“Can I try to drive it?” 

“Hyunjae..” 

“Can we fuck it it?” he asks loudly and you see people in the bar turning their heads to you two to look at the source of noise and inappropriate exclamations. 

You grab Hyunjae, who is grinning widely, fully aware he’s embarrassing you in front of strangers, by his arm and start dragging him out of the bar. 

You can’t even guess what kind of mess you’re getting yourself into, but you know one thing for sure - you will definitely not be bored with him. 

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[nikidiary]

enhypen hyung line as romance tropes

pairing: enhypen hyung line x gn!reader genre: fluff (?), angst in heeseung's cw: mention of making out in jake's, not proofread wc: 400+

heeseung - second chance

he was your first boyfriend. everything went well until one day you had an intense argument. he threw some rude words at your head in the heat of the moment, which caused you to immediately pack your bags and move back to your parents' house. you ignored his calls and messages, but one day you decided to pick up the phone to hear what he wanted to say. he asked you to go back to your shared house because he wanted to apologize in person. you did as he asked; he made up for his big mistake, and you gave him a second chance.

rest under the cut !

 jay - boss x employee

you worked at a famous company in your city. you had a good relationship with your colleagues, but little did they know about you and your boss. he treated you like he did with everyone else, except when he called you to his office nearly every day just to exchange a few kisses and plan your weekend date. your co-workers started suspecting something when they noticed you staying overtime more often, but you brushed it off and said you needed more money for your vacation this summer. even though you knew jay would pay for the whole trip.

 jake - brother's best friend

at first, you found him intimidating, not even daring to leave your room when he came over to play video games with your brother. but one day, he came over when your brother was still at his basketball practice. it was just the two of you in the house. when you caught him staring at you a few times, your cheeks flushed pink. after this, he started to come over when your brother was still not home. what would your brother possibly think if he caught you and his best friend making out in the living room? because most of the time, jake was too impatient to carry you to your bedroom.

sunghoon - enemies to lovers

you and hoon were the best ice skaters in your high school. both of you got praised a lot, yet you couldn't stand each other. throwing shade at each other, both in person and on social media, was a daily routine. but when you fell during practice and hit your knee on the hard ground, loud cries filled the ice rink. his heart broke, and he quickly rushed to you, helping you up and carrying you to the emergency room in the arena. holding your hand and wiping your tears while the doctor took care of your injured knee. that's where your love story started.

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[taetr4ck]

PLEASE MAKE MORE NCT 127 TEXTS AS RANDOM ASS JOBS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

NCT 127 AS YOUR UBER DRIVER TEXTS !

uber driver!nct 127 x reader, no warnings — crack. taglist form.

a/n : YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON 🫡 i actually love making these so much these are just so.. unhinged 😭🙏🏻 also ty, mark, and haechan’s aren’t mine! (at some parts lol)

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bath1lda @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

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[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [MASTERLIST].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. GENERAL WARNINGS. too much swearing, references to/jokes about sex but i will not write smut, an awful amount of secondhand embarrassment, all of the boys are pathetic (check each chapter for specific warnings).

UPDATE SCHEDULE. there is no update schedule. i'll update whenever i want so send an ask/dm if you wanna be tagged in future chapters!

NOTE. i am very passionate about my asshole/loser idol agenda. this reads like a bad sitcom in written form so don't expect anything to make sense.

questions about the bitchless gang are very much welcome. feedback is also very much welcome and appreciated. hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1 — this is too much underwear for a first meeting. CHAPTER 2 — the inevitable disasters of living with six men. CHAPTER 3 — it takes a lemon related accident to get a man to talk. CHAPTER 4 — kisses? kisses. CHAPTER 5 — staring contest of death. CHAPTER 6 — the obligatory pool episode. CHAPTER 7 — sexy goth jellyfish. CHAPTER 8 — hot, drenched, and sweaty.

. . . more chapters tba!

tracking tag: #home for the bitchless

click here to check out the house layout.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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[kjdkive]

i ❤️ baby-girls and jaehyun, please do more girl dad!jae, angel ☹️☹️🫶

girl dad! jaehyun

warnings: a bit suggestive, cursing, jaehyun being idealized. and a cliffhanger!!!!

a's/n: requests always open!! hope u like this anon!!

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